A month had passed since the fiasco of my sister visiting me. Kylie had tried at least a half dozen times to break in. Blake was so furious, I thought it would be impossible to talk him out of getting a restraining order. Talking down Kylie on the other hand was a bigger challenge.
Kylie had become convinced that I was being brainwashed and the truth wasn’t too far from that. I’d asked Blake to be the one that tries to make peace, maybe allowing me to go out with Kylie a few times. Kylie didn’t trust his olive branch and we were all back to step one.
Today’s olive branch included me going with Kylie to the mall to pick out some new clothes. Kylie was interested in getting me away from Blake, as was usual. Personally, I sought to collect some new sundresses and maybe a blouse. Emily had been worried about the deteriorating relationships between Kylie and I. When I asked if she wanted to come, Emily quickly declined.
Our mall trip had proven fruitful for me. The same couldn’t be said about Kylie. She talked nonstop about the new political controversy for our movement. Apparently, something happened with a producer grouping and pressuring sexual advances on the actresses that worked with him. I was only half paying attention to her conversation as we walked around. Kylie wouldn’t be aware, but there may have been dangers in the crowded halls.
After an hour, we were both famished. Kylie found a food court where we could sit and eat. I felt like splurging, and so did Kylie, leading to some very unhealthy lunches. I got nuggets and fries from Burger King while Kylie got a cinnabon roll. I never thought I’d see the day when Kylie ate something sweet.
“Onto more pressing matters. Let’s talk about getting you away from the dickhead permanently. I’m tired of these little excursions,” Kylie commented. There was a clear irritation to her tone of voice.
“Kylie, he’s my husband. He’s not brainwashing me, he’s not holding me prisoner. You’d think that would be obvious everytime he lets us go out on our own,” I countered.
“I see you looking around. You’re focused like a hawk scanning the god damn crowds.”
“Kylie, I promise you, I’m not keeping an eye out for Blake.”
“Than who?” Kylie asked, half expecting me not to answer.
I weighed the pros and cons of telling Kylie about my father. Unfortunately, I had no proof that Kylie could go to the police with. My biggest concern then was would my father go after Kylie to get to me? The possibility was very real. If something happened to Kylie, I would feel personally responsible.
Reaching across the table, I took Kylie’s hand and laced it with mine. I looked her seriously in the eyes, giving her the warmest smile I could. She wasn’t budging on the topic, and I knew she wouldn’t. So, here goes nothing.
“Kylie, I’m so paranoid because my father has made attempts to contact me. You know as well as I what that man is capable of.”
“Even more fucking reason to get you away from Blake,” Kylie shouted, drawing attention to us.
“And what if Blake can protect me from my dad?”
“And what if he doesn’t? Brittany, that monster didn’t ever get the time he deserved. And I have no doubt that piece of shit isn’t coming for you.”
“I have faith in him. I’m not telling you this to give you a reason to fuel your crusade, Kylie. I just want you to be careful. If my dad is looking to get to me, there’s a good chance he’ll go after you or Emily. Look after her for me, ok?”
Kylie, although unhappy, nodded in agreement. I could trust her to look after my sister while Blake protected me. I had a nagging suspicion though. Would Blake betray me to keep himself safe? Realistically, what could Blake even do? My dad was rich, probably worked in the same business as Blake. It’s not like Blake could just walk into a police station and try them to get my father arrested.
Finishing up our food, Kylie and I left the mall going our separate ways. Slipping into my husband’s car, I began my short drive hoom. I took a scan of my car real quick, making sure no one was hiding in wait for the right moment. Maybe I was being overly paranoid when I found nothing, but letting my guard down would be just as dangerous as winding myself up too much.
Driving home was peacefully uneventful. It felt as if I’d taken this kind of simple freedom for granted. I guess when you lose something you start to realize these things. Pulling into the driveway, I was greeted by my husband working in the garage.
Stepping out of the car, I snuck behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. Blake didn’t seem surprised, so he must have heard me coming. Completing whatever it is he was working on, he finally turned around and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Blake grabbed the garage door remote to close us in for privacy. I was loathing what was to come, but Blake always needed to remind me I was his in his cruel condescending way when I got home from a trip with Kylie.
“Go inside, strip, and lay your ass down on the carpet.”
I sighed at the familiar command, but ultimately accepted it. I walked inside, tearing away at my clothes. It didn’t take long for my naked body to feel the chill of the air conditioner. I got on all fours and crawled my way to the usual sitting room. I waited there in a sitting position while I leaned against the chair awaiting my “master” to return.
It was maybe five minutes of waiting before he deemed it was time to grace me with his presence. A cursory glance was all I needed to catch the stiffening cock in his pants. Blake was already worked up for me. He curled a finger at me, implying me to come. A silent command I had taken a few punishments to get used to.
I crawled my way over to him, circling him and finally seating myself at his side. I leaned against his leg, prompting him to pat my head. Part of me was still hoping to get my answer from him. Another part however, was more interested in being his good little girl. How had I changed this much in a span of a month? Perhaps Blake was conditioning me for this change since we met.
“It’s so good to see you continue to behave, troublemaker.”
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.
It was maybe a week ago when Blake started heavily enforcing his rule of me addressing him properly. One of the punishments from my slip up was the worst I had yet to experience. Blake had to work from home that day and so he devised a way for him to use my mouth as a cock warmer. I spent hours on my knees, bound with a ring shoved behind my teeth to keep my mouth open for him. Occasionally he would thrust his hips or tell me to lick his tip, but he never came in my mouth that day.
“Follow,” Blake ordered.
I did as commanded, crawling around at his side. We walked from the sitting room to the stairs to the second floor. Blake escorted me to one of the guest rooms he had converted into my punishment room. Another of his torturous ideas to keep me in line.
At first, he never used the room and the objects within. Blake was satisfied to just threaten to put me in the room. Eventually, Blake felt the threats weren’t enough and I had my first time riding a wooden horse, being bound in a saddled position while the cool metal split open my pussy. Blake’s idea of making it worse was to set me up on a vibrator that would keep me on edge but never grant release.
“Sit,” Blake commanded with a softer tone.
Walking into the punishment room, Blake left me sitting on my knees patiently waiting outside the room. It looked like I would be spared from the nightmarish room for today. Blake quickly returned with a flogger and my least favorite of the gags, a dildo gag. The only positive thing about that large rod of silicone was that I didn’t have to smell and taste Blake’s sweaty crotch.
Blake leaned down, placing the tip of the cyndrilic object at my lips. It was a silent command for me to open my mouth and allow the large, thick rod into my throat. I did as ordered, prying my lips apart just enough for it to fit. I was grateful for Blake’s softer side today. Instead of forcing it down my throat quickly and painfully, Blake allowed me to take in the full length slowly.
Once the full length was inside, Blake buckled the gag behind my head. Using the flogger, Blake delivered a blow to my bare ass. He had hated when I made too much noise, claiming a woman should be seen and enjoyed not heard and aggravating. I tried my best to suppress the yelps of surprise as Blake continued his assault on my bare bottom.
*Today is going to be a bad day for sitting,* I thought to myself.
My husband was never satisfied delivering pain to my bottom. No, he preferred to spice up my maintenance punishments so my body wouldn’t have a chance to get used to any particular type. When he returned from his repeat trip into the room, Blake had in his hands the worst of the batch, a glass dildo.
Soaked in cold water, Blake had a habit of pushing it into my pussy. The cold glass sent shivers down my body and was very uncomfortable to hold in my pussy. If I ever drop the dildo, or push it out, I get an excessive spanking in front of a window. After my first encounter with the creepy son of a family across the street, I did anything I could from earning that particular punishment.
Blake made one more trip into the room. I perked up when he came back out with a leash. He snapped the collar degradingly around my neck. At first, Blake was satisfied to walk me around the house. He had been contemplating taking me for a walk in the backyard. When he prepositioned the idea, I was furious. That defiance earned me extra maintenance spankings that night.
The humiliating walk around the house came to an end when we made it to the master bedroom. He sat in the large king size bed, petting his knee. At first, I thought he wanted me to sit in his lap. Surprisingly, he got an angry expression and pointed back to the floor.
“Crawl over to me. You’re a pet for me, now act like it.”
I swallowed my pride, returning back to my crawling position. Taking in a breath through my nose, I continued over to his side. I leaned against his leg and Blake began giving me gentle head rubs. I wanted to just have this over with. The glass dildo was so cold, I wanted it out so badly.
“Was your little excursion fun today, troublemaker?”
Turning my head to him, I nodded my head in reply. I knew anything I would say would be garbled and unintelligible. Blake must have known that, asking me only yes or no questions.
“Kylie suspicious of the truth?” Blake asked. I shook my head in denial. “Good. Get in the bed and lay on your stomach.”
When I tried to stand, he scowled again. Blake was expecting me to still act in this humiliating manner. Sitting up on my knees, I tried to pull myself up onto the bed. It was a difficult task but with time and patience I managed to get up. I was expecting a harsh spank for taking so long, but it never came. I rested on my belly, positioned flatly, and buried my face in the soft pillow. The vanilla scent, a remnant from this morning, kept me calm while I awaited whatever the next part of this ordeal would be.
Blake’s hands rests on my hips, pulling upward. When I tried to get on my hands and knees, he pushed down on my back. It wasn’t hard to figure out he wanted to fuck my ass while the cool glass filled my pussy. I arched my back in a way I thought would be appealing, despite the uncomfortable strain I was forcing on myself.
“If this dildo comes out at any point, I’ll be spanking you a hundred times. Should you manage to keep it in, I’ll not spank you for the rest of the day.”
Clearly, I was set up to fail. He intentionally had the heat on, and the cold liquid made the glass slippery. It was a hard enough task to do when walking around. Now I had to do it while he rammed into my ass. I’d have to focus on not screaming from each full thrust for me to meet his other standards.
Blake dripped a bit of lube on my ass. The cool liquid slid into my asshole, softening me up to ease the pain. Despite the cruelty of Blake’s actions, he was still concerned about me. Giving proper aftercare, being gentle with me when I needed it, and giving me rewards when I was good were second nature to him. Adding on top of that, that he didn’t reward me with another humiliating situation made me feel like he actually loved me.
*At least I’ll never doubt that particular part. Blake loves me, and I’m still finding it hard not to love him back.*
The tip of Blake’s cock was at my entrance. I prepped for his first thrust in as he was lightly coating his cock in the lubricant. After a few seconds, Blake delved in. His full length began stretching me out so much that resisting my urge to scream was insanely difficult. Pulling out slowly and then slowly pressing back in, Blake started to set a pace.
I couldn’t deny the arousal building in my core. If I became anymore turned on, it would become all the more difficult to hold in the glass dildo. At this point, it was not if but when it would fall out. I just hoped I could make it until Blake came.
Blake’s pace increased, furthering cementing my horniness. I could feel myself rising at a historically fast rate. Who would have thought having all three of my holes filled while the man I loved was fucking would be so hot to my body? Keeping quiet was becoming increasingly difficult the longer Blake kept this going. Soon, not even the gag would keep me quiet.
“You’re tight today, troublemaker. You must be struggling not orgasm. Don’t forget the rules. You don’t cum without my permission and you won’t be allowed that honor until later tonight.”
I whimpered submissively at his claim. I knew the punishment was too easy to deal with. The added improv only pushed me closer to failing one thing if not the others. All the same, I wouldn’t give up just because the odds were stacked against me.
Blake adjusted his place, fucking more passionately. For the first time since I got home, I felt like I actually had a chance of making it through one of these sessions without failing. I could feel the twitching in Blake’s cock, he was close.
*Just a little bit more. I can do this.*
Then Blake cheated. Blake slapped my ass while in the throes of his orgasm. I yelped just loud enough for him to hear me. I clamped my hands over the gag, trying to play off that I was suppressing future sounds not reacting to making one too loud. It was a long shot but I prayed he didn’t catch it.
“Almost, troublemaker,” Blake laughed.
*Fuck… he heard.*
“I’m going to clean up. You stay just like that. Move and I’ll make the spankings all the worse.”
Droplets of water ran from the corners of my eyes. I was so close to beating him and he ruined it with one hard smack to my already sore ass. I cursed myself for being so weak. My knees were beginning to buckle as well and I knew I’d get an upgrade to my punishment.
When I heard the running water of the shower, I panicked. There was no way I could hold this position for the duration of his wash. Just when I thought this was going to be a successful battle of wills, it turned out to just be one big failure.
“What a view. Blake sure knows how to pick his girls.”
I shifted in position to find, standing in a crisp grey suit and dress pants, Tyler. Just when I thought Blake betrayed me, I heard footsteps from the hallway. Blake must have just finished his shower as he came out running. Blake paled seeing his friend in our bedroom, but turned to the door. I followed his eyes with horror. Standing in the door with a smug face and lecherous gaze, was none other than Jacob Steele, my father.
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