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Those were her words as she begged me to let her return, we had been married 17 years and I had grown fed up with her jealous tantrums. The final straw had come the year before when, while at a beach, I had looked up at a woman clad in a bikini and my wife had flown into a rage and attempted to attack the woman, the result had been our divorce. Now she was standing before me, tears running down her face saying those words.
It had been a long year and bed partners had been few and far between, I was feeling horny and the word anything caused my cock to give a little jump there in my pants.
“Anything can mean a lot of things.” I said deliberately letting my eyes move over her body, resting pointedly on the V of her crotch for an extra minute before returning to her face.
She flushed under the look, “I mean it, whatever you want from me you can ask and I’ll do it.”
Again I looked her over, 5’3”, about 140 lbs, slightly chubby but with a nice 38D pair of tits and, as I well knew a warm, tight, cunt just made to be fucked. My cock stirred again, “remove your clothes.” I said.
She looked at the open window overlooking an adjacent apartment complex, “Here, someone might be looking and see me.”
“Anything I ask eh! But when I ask you whine. No, I don’t think so, you’ll have to go a lot farther than just strip in sight of an open window if you expect me to trust you again.” I walked over to her and gave her tits each a squeeze. “Too bad to, I wouldn’t mind keeping you around for fucking.”
“Is that all you want me for, don’t I mean anything to you anymore?” the tears had started to flow again and my hand tightened around her left tit.
“What else am I supposed to feel after all the troubles you caused me?” I stated, “The only good things you’ve left me with are the memories of using your tits and ass. If I allow you to come back to me it will be to use them for my pleasure,” My eyes went deep into hers and I added “and there won’t be any limits.”
She stood quietly her head bowed; only a few soft sobs as punctuation, for several minutes then slowly she began to remove her clothes. Inside my pants my cock now stood at full attention as I thought of the enjoyment she would be giving me. I had my slave and I intended to make full use of her.
I sat back in my chair casually arranging the position of my hard on, letting her see what I was doing, letting her know what I was thinking. Finally she stood naked in the center of the pile of her clothing. “Pick them up and take them into your room, I want no reminders that you are anything but a naked slut waiting to be used.” I said, “And when you return I want you to bring me all your brassieres, panties, and any pants you have, including jeans and shorts.”
She was gone for 15 minutes before returning with an armload of clothing, “get a garbage bag and put the stuff into it, you will have no more use for that type of clothing.”
She went to the kitchen and squatted down to get the bags in a low cupboard. “No no,” I called, “you do not squat unless facing a male and then you make sure your knees are spread open. Whenever you are facing away from the male, then you bend over keeping your feet apart. Remember, your slit must always be accessible for viewing, playing, or fucking, whatever is wanted of you.”
She returned to where she had dumped her clothes and bending over began to put them in the bag. I stood and went to her. Grabbing her hanging tits I pulled them down to the floor, causing her to squeal in pain as she fell forward. “What did I just tell you slut? Why did you not squat when you were facing me?” My hand went between her legs, my finger slipping directly into her cunt hole, “This is what I want to see.” I roughly pulled her around by her hole then, ignoring her cries, spread her legs wide. “Everything you are is between your legs, you are a cunt, a pig to be played with, as long as you can get a male to empty his balls in you, you are worthwhile. You have no other purpose other than to hear a male grunt in pleasure as he cums in you. Do you understand me?”
“Good, now a short quiz. What are you?”
Her voice dropped even lower, “To be fucked by any male who want to use me.”
“Close,” I said “but before you are fucked you must ask my permission, and just to ensure that you will learn this very important lesson, from now on you will ask my permission before doing anything. Is that understood?”
Her answer came slowly and very softly but of course it was “yes”, the cunt was going to prove very easy to train.
“Now continue”, I said, “There are other rules, but we will discuss them after you are finished throwing out these clothes.”
Her eyes did not leave my face as she squatted in front of the pile, her knees well separated, the pink lips of her sex open and inviting, even a little moistened. At the smile on my face she too began to smile.
That bag and then a second were soon filled. She stood facing me, she had learned well for as she stood feet were placed wide enough apart to afford me a view of her wet gash even as she stood there. “What shall I do with these bags?”
“Take them to the incinerator in the hall.”
“Like this?” she looked down at her nakedness.
My look was her answer, she turned and went to the door, hesitating only briefly she moved swiftly down the corridor and as quickly as possible stuffed the bags down the chute. I smiled as I watched her breasts bounce as she hurried back to the relative safety of her apartment.
The next day I buzzed her apartment, I had spent the remainder of the previous evening using her various holes for my pleasure, her virgin ass giving me the tightest fuck I had had in a long time. She had squealed like a pig as I forced my cockhead into that unused opening but by taking my time and using lots of oil I soon had it buried to the balls, and she adjusted, her cries turning to moans, though not yet of pleasure, that would come.
She opened the door a bit hesitantly, but as told, naked and in full view of anyone who should be in the corridor. I took my time admiring her form, playing a bit with her breasts, running my fingers through her bush and down her crack, lodging a finger briefly in her hole. I smiled, “Good Cunt, you are doing well.” I held up a paper “I brought the rules you are to live by. Shall we go over them?”
We moved to the living room where I laid the list on the table, the title was simple. “My Rules.” Now I want you to read these carefully, then you will read them to me and, finally, sign it at the bottom to indicate you agree.
2. I will do as I am told immediately
3. I will not wear panties or brassiere at any time
4. I will remain naked at all times while at home
5. I will remain naked while answering the door, while maintenance or other repairs are being conducted in the house or while dealing with salespersons or other itinerants who may come to my door
6. Unless otherwise ordered, I will dress in short skirts and blouses that will allow my attributes to be viewed on command
7. I am my Masters property, he and only he may permit my use. This means that if my wanton attire or nakedness is to attract the sexual attention of a male I will resist his advances unless my Master gives me permission to be raped
8. Although Master may give out permission to use me, this does not imply that I have permission to be used
9. If I am raped and Master is not satisfied that I did not resist, I will be punished
10. I will ask my Master’s permission to use my own body, whether to bathe, piss, or defecate
11. I will only masturbate in front of, and with permission from my Master
12. I will orgasm only with Master’s permission, and then only while his sperm is filling my womb
13. If Master chooses to lie between another Cunt’s legs and fill her box with his sperm I will assist him in any way he wishes to achieve his goal
14. I will take no precautions, if I am impregnated it is because I am a cunt and born to be bred
Punishments for failure to follow these rules will be meted out at Master’s pleasure
Because of her jealousy she had the most difficulty with rule 7 but I made it clear that among others I had had my eye on her snot nosed sister for some time and fully intended to fuck her, rape her if necessary, as well
I placed her in position for reading the document, kneeling, knees spread, shoulders back, informing her that that position was the one I would expect from her whenever she was awaiting orders, and she read the rules outlining her new position in life. Then she signed the document after which I buried my cock deep into her throat, holding her head tightly against my groin and letting the gagging reflex of her throat milk my cum out of me.
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If anyone knew of my wife for what she was and the life she was living, they might be confused at the least. Perhaps they would have rejected her, and us in general. For her life, at the tender age of 24, was at my mercy.
For she, Annie Wilson to the outside world, was an unperson at home.
At any time, she was what I fancied her to be. Not Annie; she was not that at home. She was not a submissive, but a slave.
A slave does not have a name if not given one. A slave is a bitch, a cunt, a slut, a fucktoy or whatever the owner wanted her to be.
I had decided against giving my slave a name.
I met her two years ago. She had gone through a shattering relationship. Her confidence in men had evaporated. She was the receptionist at my place of work. She was a pretty creature with curly brownish hair, full lips and large brown eyes.
We became friends and she gradually opened herself to me.
One day I said, you need a strong person to keep you in track. Your mind is wayward. You must give it a bit of rest and let someone handle it for you.
We were discussing this while we were in my home. On my bed. We had already started sleeping together. It was the summer and Annie was naked. Of course, she rarely wore anything at home even then.
Actually she was naked then than now. At that time, her body was devoid of any marks. When naked, she was pure; like the day she was born. After all that happened, her nude body was not the same anymore.
Those days, we discussed our life. Her life, to be precise. I said I will be her permanent partner. I will not leave her, I said. Throughout her troubled times, I was there. It was genuine affection and love. She needed a dominant. To keep her on track.
I felt that she was willing to go even beyond. I gave her time for her to think over the whole situation. Annie knew that she would become someone totally different.
Annie was my responsibility. But she was to become more than that. She was to become my slave.
One beautiful night, Annie sat on her chair at our place for one last time. Naked, she read through her terms of servitude. She was naked only because it was a usual dress code at home. The conditions were brief. She was to obey all the rules I impose. My express permission was required for her to do anything except breathing. She could always move out, with no chance of returning.
I ordered her on hands and knees on the carpet, leaning forward with her ass up in the air. Legs spread wide, she was unashamedly exposed.
"That is a nice asshole, whore" I said.
She was still silent. I spanked her again, harder, on the other butt cheek.
"You do not have manners, do you?" I asked.
"I said you have a nice asshole. It's a compliment. But did you acknowledge it by thanking me?"
"Then I punished you. Twice. Did you realize?"
"Sir, I thought it was a reward for something"
"Oh, really? You are a whore, aren't you?"
"Great. Now read this" I told her, keeping a piece of paper in front of her face. "Hold it with your hands and read it to yourself"
I sat behind her, inspecting her ass and pussy as she read about being a good slave. I had written that a good slave must protect her Master in the best of her ability and arrange his life according to his wishes.
I let her sleep on my bed that night. I told her that she deserved it despite her wrongs since she had a nice asshole. Her asshole would be the focus of her humiliation in future.
Obviously, no one at work or visiting the office knew the day the sexy receptionist stopped wearing panties to work. Of course, I gave her permission to wear them when she had her period. But on other days, panties were forbidden.
Her day would always begin with her waking me up by sucking my balls. Yes, she sucked my balls as I did not want to spend my cum as I woke up. Besides, most of the time, the need to pee was there as we wake up. On the early days I did not want to pee in her mouth.
No one knew her loss of control over her life. If not given permission earlier, she was to ask for permission for anything and everything.
I also instructed her to debase herself when making the requests. It was never "May I?" It was different.
"Master, may this whore drink some water?"
"Master, may this fuckpig have a bath?"
"Master, would you please let your cunt pee?"
Everything was controlled by me. When she wanted a shower or a bath, she referred to herself as fuckpig or pigslut. Otherwise she could call herself whatever debasing name she could recall.
This was an order I gave a number of times each day. If she was crawling, as she was most of the time, she would push her ass up and spread her cheeks. If she was standing, she would bend over and spread the cheeks.
At home she had almost no privacy. She was to sit with her legs spread as wide as possible. The toilet was never to be closed. I would never barge in when she was inside, usually. But she was to remain in suspense.
I controlled her peeing more strictly.
Sometimes she was dispatched to the bathroom which must have caused her relief. But on other occasions, she was to bring her potty to where I was and pee in front of me. She could either squat or pee like a dog, with one leg raised.
Once again the main idea was her being exposed like a wanton slut.
Even at office, she was to seek permission to pee. She would send a text asking "Master, may this slut pee?" or something similar. I would usually grant her wish. In office she used the toilet as usual.
On some days, when I felt like it, I did not give permission for some time. By the time permission was granted, she was close to exploding. Furthermore, she was not to pee during the last hour before leaving office. She was to hold it till she got home.
Once she got over her initial inhibition, pissing in front of me became just another routine.
Her panties ban also included bikinis. So, she could wear bikini tops if she wanted, but no bikini bottoms. Therefore we found a clothing optional beach miles away from home and when I decided she needed a tan or a small rest, we would pay a visit. She would wear a short summer dress with no other clothing, or perhaps a bra and a skirt or whatever I ordered. She would undress in the car and would leave her clothes behind. Although only a few people went stark naked, she would never have clothes. I did allow her a hat and shades, and nothing else.
There was a restaurant where we had drinks and meals. She would have a bathroom break where she would have a small time in privacy. I did not want her urinating on the beach in public.
After some time with me, I decided it was time for her to be labelled.
I took her to my friend Ken, the tattoo artist. His payment was her. Once she was there, I ordered her remove her skirt and bra which she wore. She did not wear anything other than that for the trip. Ken admired her naked body and got to work. That day the tattoo was my name, just above her pussy.
His payment was a blowjob. She swallowed it all as instructed.
During the next few weeks she got more tattoos. The word "slut" was written in gothic print above her right butt cheek. I did not want her ass cheek ruined by tattoos.
Next was a tattoo between her boobs. "COW" it said. It was a reminder that she had udders and not boobs. From then on she was never to use any other word for her udders.
Then came the piercings. Nipple piercings and the rings which could hold small bells I had for them. I would attach them when I deemed necessary. Then came a navel piercing and a septum piercing to which a ring was provided so that a leash could be attached.
We next moved to her pussy. She had both her outer pussy lips pierced and ringed. I found a nice padlock, which I occasionally used to lock her up.
I had her clit pierced as the final step. We got a barbell for her clit for the time being.
We planned a wedding. We were to have a small ceremony with a handful of friends to register it under the common law of the country. For this event I gave her a simple frock which was tight enough to highlight her curves.
It was not easy not to take her somewhere and fuck her right away. She looked so tempting. But I had other, more elaborately laid plans. We drove to the beach where I
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