Pleased to report …

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we turned off the tv last night, rolled over in bed, and he pulled me to him and began twisting and pinching at my nipples, which are insanely sensitive. i was shuddering and gasping, and he pushed his cock into my pussy, and began fucking me. irritatingly though he never really sped up and REALLY fucked me. i started to worry. perhaps he was bored of fucking me so frequently recently? maybe he was annoyed at having to fuck me again 😦

he says to me “what do you want from me tonight?”

me – “stammer – stutter – stammer – ummmm”

he repeats – “what do you want?”

me – “two things … i want you to stop holding back and … i want you to fuck my ass … i want you to fuck my ass every night”

we discuss this for a bit, and then he flips me onto my stomach and proceeds to fuck me hard, deep, fast, etc etc …

then he pulls out, and immediately pushes the head of his cock into my ass. no lube, just my cunt juice. he fucks me quickly like that, not too much of his cock, but fast and rhythmic, i’m in the flow, it’s not too bad.

he pulls out again, gets the lube, and with a hand in the middle of my back pinning me to the bed, says “now i’m REALLY going to fuck you. you’re going to get this every night.” and he lunges right deep into my ass with his seriously fucking huge cock, so i scream, but he’s got my face in my pillow so i’m screaming and screaming into my pillow, he pulls out almost all the way then rams right back in.

and suddenly i just give in, i realise that this will be what i feel every night now, and i relax my ass, and give my hole to him, and spread my legs, he chuckles at me “what do you want, slut?”

“i want you to fuck my ass, please master please, fuck my ass”

he fucks and fucks and fucks me while i’m lying there limp and not resisting at all. finally he pulls out, and while i’m gasping for air and feeling my ass muscles spasming uncontrollably, he suddenly is pushing the metal bejewelled butt plug into me, and i pull away from him but he grabs a fistful of my hair and wrenches me backwards, and i’m trying to adjust and while i’m trying to get my balance back he rams the plug in, and says “that’s staying in all night”.

and it did … and i’m now going to turn off the computer and join him in bed. wish me luck. xoxoxoxo ass-slut, submissive-wife, whore, fucktoy …

if you wake me up …

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… with a hand on my throat choking me and another hand trying to rip my nipple off, i may struggle for a moment but then i will remember my place, i will relax into your grip and put my life in your hands. i will move lightning fast when you grunt at me “spread your legs cunt”. i will get on all fours and brace myself for your cock thrusting into me like a maniac. i will be awake enough to anticipate your expectations, when you flip me onto my back i will immediately grab my ankles and hoist them as far back as possible, spreading my cunt wide for you, and when you smile and say “good work slut” i will feel a rush of pride, and when you fuck my ass in that position instead, i will whimper a lot because it hurts, but i won’t let go of my ankles, and when you push my face to the side with the palm of your hand on my cheek i will not fight or complain but instead i will feel relieved that you are treating me like your slut, your whore, your wife, and when you pull out and within a minute you’ve plugged my ass with a nasty butt plug and you’re whispering in my ears “feel that stretch, i’m going to stretch you so wide you’ll be taking my cock every night”, i will have the presence of mind to realise that it’s so much easier when i’m simply a slut for you, and i will say “thank you” and mean it.

A typical rough fuck and humiliation

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We spoon, we cuddle, he starts touching my cunt … pushing between my lips with one finger, then two, enough to feel how wet I have become in the last 60 seconds, “you little slut” he whispers in my ear, and he immediately forces his cock into me, it’s pushing into my cunt, stretching me open, it’s been a week or so since we last fucked, I start whimpering and his hand is over my mouth and nose, restricting airflow, and he rams right up into me from behind, we’re still spooning but it’s not sweet and cuddly now, he’s stopping me breathing and ramming fast and hard into my sore cunt, thrusting and pounding into me, letting me breathe every now and then, gasps of air then his hand over my mouth again. He keeps up a steady stream of whispers in my ear. “You little slut, you just wanted cock, I don’t want to hear any complaints, you’re here for me to fuck, you like it when I do this to you, shut up and take it” …

I’m desperately trying to move my body to meet his rhythm, but it’s tearing me open and I’m also trying to get away, and he has an iron arm wrapped around me, holding me in place so easily no matter how hard I try to break free, though I’m not trying that hard, because I’m mentally down there in that place, I’m letting myself be used, loving being totally at his mercy, under his control.

“On your stomach.” I hastily flip over, and he pulls my hips up just enough, taps the back of my head to remind me to clasp my hands behind my head, and then he’s got a hand on the back of my neck, he’s pinning me and positioning me, and he pushes back into me, and it hurts doubly much this time going back in and I start whimpering again, and I hear “what are you, tell me what you are” and I manage to choke out “I’m a slut, I’m a cunt”, “whose cunt are you?” “Yours Master, your cunt!”

He fucks me like crazy, then he pushes a finger into my ass, and he’s ploughing both holes so fast and so cruelly, I’m in agony and he’s directing me again, “tell me what I’m doing to you”, and I gasp and finally say “you’re fucking my cunt, Master, with your cock, and you’re pushing your finger into my ass” and I feel myself blushing, and he says “why am I doing it?” and he’s fucking me SO. FUCKING. HARD. and I say “BECAUSE I’M YOUR CUNT, MASTER.”

And he cums in me, and I’m sobbing. He kisses me on the back of my head, releases my hands, strokes my back.

Then he pushes in a butt plug. Lets me clean up. And buckles on the chastity belt for the first time in months. I curl up into a little sobbing ball of slave wife. And again, he’s talking to me. “This is where you belong. This is how I love you to be. And I own you, you know that.”

He talks me down til I can fall asleep. I fall asleep as slave wife.

This is what he’s entitled to. This is what I deserve.

it got a little rough.

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well it got plenty rough. it started with cuddles on the couch watching tv. then touching and rubbing. then my head forced down to his cock, to take his cock down my throat and nestle with my face pressed against him. it was all lovey dovey and fun giggly play and just adorable. and then he took me to the bedroom – him walking, me crawling, and then i stripped off, and then he got a reasonably sized dildo, the kind that would be a little small for a cunt, but too big for an ass. and he had me on the bed, my face pressed into the mattress, my fingers interlaced on the back of my head, my knees spread wide, my ass high in the air, and he pushed that dildo slowly, slowly, forcing it into my ass, bit by bit, and i groaned and wiggled and tried to relax and it became a bit much, even with the lube, and i started moaning quite loudly. and then he started fucking me with it, rhythmic even thrusts, too much to really handle but not enough to drive me mad. and then on an outstroke, he pushed his cock into my cunt, and forced the dildo back in at the same time, and all the just-too-much sensations were now fucking too much in the extreme, and he experimented with pulling both out and then ramming both back, and then with one and then the other, alternating.

and by now i was determined that this was too much, my brain was caught in a loop of too-much-too-much and i tried to move, tried to somehow get away to breathe, to stop for a moment, and he said – don’t you fucking dare try to stop me, these are my holes and i’m going to make you feel pain tonight – and i start freaking out and really trying to move, and he rams the dildo right in, really deep, really hard, and i fucking collapse and i’m crying, and he feels the collapse, and says – you can fight if you want, it won’t help, this isn’t about you, this is about what i want. and i’m crying. and he rams the dildo home, and begins fucking my cunt in earnest, really going at me, really fast and hard which is what i like to be honest but it’s killing me, the pressure with the dildo at the same time, and he’s rubbing my clit and then he’s pinching it between his fingernails, and i’m screaming hoarse, and he’s pushing on the dildo, and pushing his cock into me, and i’m lying there limp, he’s got to hold me in the position he wants, and he’s fucking me like crazy, and i’m crying and crying. and he finally pulls out the dildo – you know that feeling when it’s taken out too fast and it’s almost as bad as it being in there – and i’m gasping for air and he pulls out his cock too, and rams it into my ass, and he’s fucking and fucking and i’ve been stretched so far open with that dildo that he’s using my ass so easily, and saying things like – that’s right, this is what you are, a collection of holes for me to use – and finally he pulls out and cums and it lands all over my ass, my cunt, dripping down my thighs, and he says – don’t move, just enjoy it. and he strokes my hair over and over.

i do hate him at that moment. how can you not. i was in a lot of pain. and i felt that warm glow of knowing what had just happened to me, and how wonderful it is that i get to experience this, and to be this person. and i feel so little, i feel ‘put down there’, mentally humbled, and emotionally at turmoil, and after he cleans me up, i huddle against his body, unable to slow down my breathing for hours, and he strokes me proprietorially, grasping and stroking and twisting and pinching, and i just never want it to end, i want to be used and to be controlled and to be utterly at his mercy and to be in pain and to be abused and to be hurt and to be fucked and to be owned.

anal training again

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i call it training because anal sex has been quite haphazard recently. sometimes a plug, sometimes a finger, sometimes a full-on reaming of my ass with his cock, the kind that left me in a huge sobbing jag at the end of it. then the next night, nothing. very unpredictable. perhaps that was what he was going for? anyway.

the last 3 nights, after i begged for anal, well, now he’s decided i need to be brought in line again. he loves me begging for things, but i think he wants to control my desires more strictly – like, i’m the slave, i shouldn’t be begging for something and receiving it, so easily. there should be little left that i want, because i should be being used so thoroughly and frequently.

so rather than let it happen naturally, anal sex is now being forced upon me quite precisely and unavoidably. every night for the last 3 nights he comes to bed and puts the butt plug in me, just a little jeweled one, but enough. then after about half an hour of intense touching and sometimes fucking my cunt and/or mouth, he pulls the plug out, and fucks me in that very “i’m teaching you a lesson” way. the kind where he is rhythmic in his thrusts, and keeps to his own pace rather than letting my gasps of pain influence him. then he’ll pull out, perhaps cumming first or cumming on my body somewhere. or not at all. just enough to prove my role to serve him anally and be hurt if necessary. then the butt plug goes back in, the chastity belt goes on, and i go to sleep.

that’s the anal training, and i know it sounds very simple. but anyone who’s been through this also knows it’s quite painful, and very effective. because rough, demanding, anal sex doesn’t just leave a quiet twinge the next day – it leaves a sore, aching hole. and then that night, when that rough, demanding, anal sex happens again? it causes tears and lots of agony and frequently fruitless attempts to “just relax, babygirl”. and then the next morning he fucks me in the kitchen so hard i’m crying and it’s just to prove he can and i love it but holy fuck. and then that very same night, when it’s now very rough, very cruel, very forced, simply because it hurts so bad and i beg for it to stop and he keeps on going and i am crying and i love being in this slave space but it really really hurts – and then he pulls out and i moan and he puts in the butt plug and buckles on the chastity belt and i am still crying and then it takes a long time for him to soothe me and bring me back to earth and remind me of his love for me and how the wetness of my cunt (because goddamn my fucking whorish nature that cunt of mine always gets wet when my ass is being brutally used like that) proves that i actually do enjoy it and recognise it is right for me …

that third night, it’s pretty insane, and that kind of training is just fucking intense.

he won’t tell me when it’s going to end. just take it as a given, dear reader, that for the foreseeable future, every night i will be being fucked in the ass and then plugged for the night with the chastity belt locked on.

(the part where i’m not fucking terrified of the rest of the week, is the fact that i already can feel my ass loosening back up, and i’ve already started to look forward to bedtime. what the fuck is wrong with me … this is why i need my husband to control me, because otherwise i would be paralysed by embarrassment, self-hatred and lust.)

And we’re back

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Flat on my back? I hear you ask. Well, sometimes. Anyway life got in the way from blog updates, but I know I owe you all, and I don’t feel comfortable in my sluttiness unless I’m sharing it with strangers who want me to go deeper, too. Opening myself up for you is another form of humiliation, like opening my cunt lips for my husband. Which I’ve been doing plenty of, so let me tell you some what’s been happening.

Thing number one is that he decided he wanted to make me feel intensely vulnerable more often. Specifically that I should feel very open, available, and how I think of it is – whoreish. Periodically – once every couple of days? – he directs me to get on the floor, present (forehead on the ground, hands on the back of my head, ass in the air, knees spread), with any clothing on my ass and cunt removed. The idea is for me to feel the cold air (it’s been winter where I am) on my shaved/trimmed cunt, to feel my cunt lips spread open, and to remain there for as long as he wants. This has ranged from 2 minutes to about 20 minutes. It doesn’t usually end with being fucked. Sometimes he probes me like I’m a piece of meat he’s inspecting, prying me open with the speculum or his fingers, guiding a plug in, briefly ramming my holes full of a toy. But that only lasts a few seconds. Mostly it’s just me, breathing, on the floor, feeling exposed, knowing he may come to inspect at any time.

Thing number two was finally having some public sex!!! Very exciting! We left a suburban movie theatre at 11:45pm, it was a medium size car park, maybe space for 60 cars? About 10 cars were there. We got to ours, which was close to a wall, and he told me to stop. Brace myself on the side of the car. Expose my cunt. I did wonder if he was going to inspect me again, but his hard cock spearing me, ripping me open and fucking me fast and hard, his grunts, my gasps, him hissing at me to shut up, well, it was pretty fucking hot. Nobody was around that I could tell, but I felt so scared, naked, and again, whoreish. He had me get on the ground and clean his cock with my mouth afterwards, told me to get two fingers in my own ass while I did so. Skirt flipped up, cunt wet and throbbing, g-string around my ankles, stretching my own ass, my face pressed into his pubic hair, his hands gripping the back of my head. Very whoreish. Very much a slut. His hands all over me in the car as we drove home, exposing my breasts, finger-fucking my cunt, wrenching my mouth wide open. A sopping puddle of cunt juice and obedience by the time I tottered into our home.

Thing number three is the cage. But I’ll tell you about that later.

the role of tenderness

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degradation, humiliation, abuse. 

the tenderness of a Master who cuddles me afterwards and tells me he’s so proud i’m get so wet from having his balls in my mouth. tells me he’s particularly pleased with me being so tight – because i’m so swollen and in pain. who tells me he loves hurting me, and he’s doing everything because he loves doing it. who tells me i’m exactly what he wants, and he isn’t going to let me go. who strokes my face before slapping it, and then afterwards.

his approval of my descent into slavery means that i’m doing the right thing. i obey him, and he approves. he orders me, i submit, and he reinforces that i’ve done the right thing, by using me however he wants. it’s a cycle of subservience.

the approval is so important. and as i’ve handed control over to him, i now crave that approval as he becomes my only guidance in the bedroom. i don’t think about what i’m going to do with my cunt tonight – i know he will decide for me, and be pleased that i obey.

it’s such a powerful cycle. lying there, gasping, with pre-cum smeared over my face, sore nipples, hearing his soothing voice reassure me that the reason i’m doing these things is because i’m just a whore, and i’m his whore, his cunt, his slut. i feel at peace, and when he pushes his rock hard cock into my cunt or ass, i can take it because i know he defines what i am, and what i’m here for. no space for resistance.

is this making any sense?