WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 69: PUNISHED BY MY HORNY HUSBAND (2)

CHAPTER 2

 His ass ground down on my face as he stroked himself to climax, covering my breasts and stomach in yet another layer of cum. He repositioned himself so that he could peer into my nearly comatose eyes before untying me from the bed. My cum-covered nipples were still hard as the cum ran down them and onto my sides, leaving trails that would soon dry and stay on my filth covered body as just another reminder of the times that he had tortured me into the darkest and most satisfying orgasms of my life.

“Get up whore, it’s time for you to go to the bathroom and then make my breakfast while I take a shower. I want a ham omelet,” he said as he walked to the bathroom, leaving me lying on the floor.

I pulled myself up and realized that my bladder was about to explode. I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself.

When I stood up, I looked into the mirror again. I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me. The makeup that I’d worn two days ago was almost entirely gone, lost in the tears and drool that had repeatedly run down my face. The only remnants were a few smudges around my nose and at the bottom of my cheeks. My hair was a tangled mass of knots, the perfect handhold for my husband and owner to fuck me senseless. My breasts and stomach were covered in little white trails of what looked to be icing.

The thought made me smile for the first time since beginning my punishment. In my last life that had ended two days ago, I would have been disgusted at the sight of the little cum trails that covered my body, but now they made me blissfully happy. They represented everything that had

 changed, and for the first time I thought back to David, the man I had cheated on my husband with, and realized that I would never cheat on Paul again. I would never need another man to fuck me when I had such a strong and powerful man like Paul to take my cunt to its highest levels of ecstasy. I didn’t want this punishment period to ever end. I wanted him to use me like a whore until the day I died.

With those thoughts running through my mind, I went to make my owner his breakfast. I’d made this breakfast so many times for Paul that I didn’t even have to think about what I was doing. All I could think of was how to better serve him.

For the first time in my life, I felt not lust, not infatuation, not happiness, but love, and it was a very strange feeling. It was almost as though the orgasm that had flowed through my body was still happening, like swimming in a soothing mountain pool. My filth covered body was radiating a joy that I’d never experienced, and my mind was simply at ease. I knew that I would be punished and humiliated for the rest of the day. The pain would flow through my body, and I would be ashamed of the actions I would do, but I welcomed them instead of fearing them like I had yesterday. They made Paul happy, and that was all that I desired.

Paul came into the kitchen to check on me as I put the omelets on the plates. I brought the plates to the table, and Paul sat down in his chair before picking up my plate and sliding the omelet onto the floor at his feet.

“You’ll eat off the floor this morning. I don’t want to see your filth while I eat. And you don’t need silverware. You act and smell like an animal, so

 you can eat like an animal.”

His words cut me to the core. My body turned red in shame at how he thought of me, but I did as commanded and got down on my hands and knees at his feet, picking up my omelet from the floor. I saw the dirt on the floor clinging to the bottom of it but took bites of it regardless. If my master desired that I eat off the floor, I would without disagreement.

When I finished my food, I wasn’t sure what I should do. I hadn’t been told to do anything, but naturally, I felt like I should do something to pleasure my master. I bent down to his feet and began to softly lick the tops of his feet. He didn’t tell me to stop, and so I slowly began to work my way down to his toes, gently licking between them. Cleaning his feet and showing my submission to him turned me on in a very strange, new way. It didn’t start in my pussy like every other time in my life.

The feelings started in my chest and radiated outward, slowly filling my body with a soft glow of warmth instead of the blazing heat of lust that filled me whenever he used me. As I silently picked his feet up and sucked on his toe, I could hear him softly moan. He was pleased with my offering, and I was overjoyed though I didn’t display the emotions.

Softly, Paul’s voice came from above me as he said, “That’s enough slut. It felt very good, and I’m proud of you for taking the initiative to please me, but I have other ways for you to satiate my desires today. Get out from under the table. We’re going to the woods behind the house for some more fun.”

 I crawled out from under the table and stood up, happy to have pleased Paul. I would have to remember to follow my submissive nature from now on. Paul held my hand and led me to the garage where he got a large section of thick hemp rope from one of the many shelves that lined the garage that Paul had converted into a shop. He handed the rope to me. I could feel the weight and texture of the rough rope, and questions of what he would do with it began to run through my mind.

“Is he going to tie me up? Why is he doing it outside?”

The questions ran through my mind quickly, but the thoughts of the likely pain that I would be experiencing lingered, growing roots of fear and excitement before sprouting into full-blown desire. Unlike yesterday, I did not want to beg him to have pity on me. I wanted him to do his worst to me, to see me battered and broken and to see how much I was willing to endure to keep him.