0 comments/ 91506 views/ 4 favorites A Wanton Wife Ch. 01 By: red_hot_bottom You know how much I want to try anal sex. I've hinted and offered and even asked outright, but each time you say, "Maybe someday we'll talk about it." I am so frustrated, and you know it. I whine and complain, hoping that it will lead to a spanking and then to the thing I want so much, but all I end up with is a few slaps to the ass, and a long hard pussy fuck, and not the reamed ass that I fantasize about. I sneak online to read the anal stories on Literotica, and daydream about the people who wrote them. I fantasize about emailing them and asking them to do to me what they write about, but I can't. I won't. We're married and that means something and I just have to wait...and wait...and wait. Finally, I can stand it no longer. I know you'll be angry if you find out, but I don't care. I need relief. I decide to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. I buy some toys - anal plugs in four sizes – small, medium, large, and "oh my god." I also order a strap on dildo about the size of your cock – maybe I can somehow attach it to the bedpost and do for myself what you won't do. Finally, refillable enema bags (and an inflatable enema plug!) and lubes of all kinds. I even order condoms with different textures, thinking I can put them on the strap on and figure out which I like the most, so that I know what to ask for when you finally – finally! – fuck me in the ass. My frustration grows and is tied to something you don't know – I've tried anal sex twice, with the man I dated before I met you. I loved it, and I want to do it again (and again and again). I didn't tell you about it before, omitting it from my somewhat white washed sexual history that you got when we were dating. Now, I can't tell you that I love it and want it and dream of it and even though it's been years since there was a cock in my ass I still think about it every single day. If I tell you now, you might even say no. I've actually been doing exercises to keep my ass tight so that when you do fuck it, you'll think it's the first time. I have other fantasies, too, so many that I want you to fulfill, but I'm too ashamed to tell you about...yet. Maybe after you fuck my ass, I can tell you the next one, and the next one, and keep going until I get it every way I want. My toys arrive in the mail quickly (though not quickly enough for my impatient needs). I take the box upstairs to our bedroom and open it. Everything is a bit larger then I expected, but it all looks wonderful. I open the package for the smallest anal plug and finger the ridged, rubbery hardness. I realize how wet I am and I pull down my panties and step out of them, leaving my skirt and stockings on. I can't resist sliding it in and out of my soaking pussy. It feels so good and I glide it in and out slowly, moaning aloud as I think of how it will feel in my ass. I pull it out with an audible "pop" – those exercises to keep my ass tight keep my pussy tight, too – and slide it back slowly towards my neglected hole, almost moaning aloud with anticipation. I begin to press slowly, gently, bouncing up and down on my toes. I decide to make it more real – more like I imagine it to be when you actually do it to me - and walk over to the bed. Our bed is taller than most, with no footboard so that when I bend over it I am on my toes and it is the perfect height for you to fuck me doggie style, which is our favorite position. Leaving my heels on so that I can bend over the bed and keep my feet on the floor - since I won't have you to impale me and lift me onto my toes with your thrusts – I slowly lift my skirt, feeling exposed. I know how you love to see me like this, which is why you bought me all the short skirts and costumes (nurse, French maid, catholic school girl, cheerleader – how funny I found those, but I wear them anytime you ask because they inspire you to new heights {and depths, pounding deep and hard into my pussy} and I try to fulfill every fantasy you even hint at, so that maybe someday you'll fulfill this one of mine. I imagine you walking into the room and seeing me like this. In my head, I see you drop your briefcase and quickly walk up behind me. I start to say something, to explain, only to hear you snarl, "Shut up, bitch. You're acting like a slut, so I'll treat you like one" as I imagine hearing your zipper being jerked open. "You want it in the ass," you growl, "so you're going to get it up the ass. Just don't expect me to be gentle with you. You forced me into this when you wanted it instead of when I wanted it, and I'm going to make you regret that." I press the tip of the anal plug against my tight sphincter, moaning aloud with desire. I wish I had the larger one – or even the huge one – in my hand instead of the small one. The tip presses brutally into my tense asshole and I begin to roughly force it in, dreaming of you taking me this way with your cock, The top just starts to slip in when I hear a car door slam. "No!" I squeal with disappointment. You're home early. I hastily run to the closet and put my new toy back in the box, shoving the whole thing behind some sweaters on the shelf. I hurriedly look for my panties, but can't seem to find them... A Wanton Wife Ch. 02 "Damn, damn, damn," I mutter as I race downstairs to meet you. "You're home!" I cry as I wrap my arms around you and kiss you deeply. I am so hot that I'll take what I can get, even if it means a vanilla fuck instead of the ass reaming that I want. I reach down and start undoing your belt. "You're especially eager tonight," you say, laughing. "Let me just put my stuff away..." "No," I interrupt. "I want you right here, right now." I drop to my knees and unbuckle your belt, yanking it out and hoping you don't see me casting a longing glace at it, thinking of all the ways you could use it on me. You could use it to spank me, tie me up, gag me... I shake my head and toss it aside, unzipping your pants and pulling out your rapidly stiffening cock. I slide my lips over the head and start sucking enthusiastically. You harden immediately and I tease you, working my way up and down about a third of the way, and then half way, and then back to a third of the way. You lean back against the front door, moaning. I tease you for another few minutes, then grab your hands and place them on the back of my head while at the same time gulping down your entire cock, deep throating you while forcing you to force my head down. I push backwards and tease the head of your cock again over and over until you moan with frustration and force my head down. If you only knew how much I love to be forced, that I try and get you so hot that you get rough with me, would you be turned on or turn away? I deep throat you enthusiastically as you instinctively force my mouth all the way down your cock. Every time you ease up, I go back to teasing you until you can't stand it and shove my head back down. I'm trying to communicate what I want without saying the words because I'm afraid that if you knew what whorish desires I have you'd turn away in disgust. Finally I can't take it anymore and slowly slide my mouth back up your cock, sucking hard the whole way until the head loudly pops out of my mouth. "Why'd you stop?" you ask, opening your eyes and focusing them. "Because if you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to explode," I answer. I pull myself unsteadily to my feet and run into the living room, where I bend over the arm of the couch and pull up my skirt, showing you that I'm not wearing any panties." "I see," you say laughing at your double meaning as you walk up behind me and I feel the head of your wonderful cock pressing against the entrance of my tight, wet pussy. I thrust myself backwards, taking your entire length in one deep stroke until the tip of your cock slams into my cervix and I wince a little at the pain. "Are you alright?" you ask with concern, pulling out quickly. "I can go slowly or even stop if you want..." My frustration makes me bold and I answer with words I wouldn't usually have the courage to say aloud, "I want you to fuck me right now, as hard as you can. I want you to make me scream until I don't know whether I'm screaming for you to stop or for you never to stop. I want you to pound your cock into me over and over until you come so hard that you lift me off the ground. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't sit down for three days and every time I do, I gasp at the pain to my poor, sore pussy and get all wet thinking about how hard you fucked me and come home that night and beg you to do it again." For a moment, there is nothing but silence from behind me. I wilt a little, thinking I've scared you off, that you finally see what a slut I am. I start to turn around, reaching back to pull my skirt down when your hand stops me. "I see," you say again, your tone betraying nothing. After a few seconds that seem to last an eternity, your hands shove my skirt all the way back up. Your force your knees between mine, roughly spreading my legs. You shove me further over the arm of the couch, lifting my ass higher into the air. When my face in buried in the couch and my ass is so high in the air that I am on my toes, I feel the head of your cock pressing against the opening of my pussy. I've started to cool off a little from my fear of scaring you away, and I know I'm not as ready as I was a few minutes ago. I don't say anything, both because I don't want you to stop and because I want it to hurt a little bit. I start to press back again you again, but you quickly put a hand on the small of my back, stopping me. "No," you whisper. "I'm fucking you, remember? You don't get to control it; you just have to take it, all of it, as hard as I want to give it to you. I believe you said something about me fucking you so hard that you can't sit down without wincing in pain for three days, not you fucking me. If that's how you want it, that's how you're going to get it." I can't tell anything from your tone. I don't know if you're excited or angry or disgusted with me. I am so afraid of how you'll feel about me after this that I bury my face in the couch, both wanting you fuck me just like you described and wanting it to be over. Your hands grab my hips in a viselike grip and you force my hips a little bit higher, until I can barely touch my toes to the ground. I can't move or get away. I am pinned down and spread open, unable to do anything but fearfully anticipate the feel of your cock ramming into my tight and cooling cunt, and I love it. As the blood starts to rush back to my exposed and vulnerable pussy and I begin to get wet again, you ram your cock all the way into me, this time slamming into my cervix so hard that I let out an involuntary scream which I hope is muffled by the couch. I so don't want you to stop, but you do. "Did that hurt?" you ask. "Tell me honestly or this ends here" you add. "Just a tiny bit," I answer, "But not very much at all, so please don't stop," I implore. "You seem to like it to hurt," you observe. "Do you? And, again, honesty please." "A little," I answer, again burying my face in the couch cushions in shame. "I see," you say for the third time. "Well who am I not to give you want you seem to want so much?" you ask, as you pull all the way out and slam into me with all your force, causing me to cry out involuntarily into the cushions again. "Scream all you want," you demand. "You seem to want me to make you scream, so I will." Again you pull all the way out and then ram your rock hard meat back in to the hilt, before you steady into a deep pounding, punishing rhythm. It hurts so much and feels so good at the same time that soon I am screaming incoherently into the couch cushions in time with the deep, powerful strokes of your cock bottoming out inside my bruised and battered pussy. Unable to move (assuming I wanted to), I feel vulnerable and unable to refuse or resist or escape, pillaged and plundered, and I love it. You ram into me over and over for what seems like hours. Finally I feel the deep, fast strokes that signal you are about to come. "Yes," I scream into the couch. "Come hard. Give me every inch and every drop. Fill me with your cock and cum, cum and cock! Give it to me, give it all to me." Abruptly you stop without finishing. "What..?" I start to say, turning my head. Smack! Your hand lands hard on my ass, much harder than the play spankings you've given me before. "Not a word from you. Stay there quietly and don't move, and I'll be right back. Put your face back into the cushions and wait for me." Wordlessly I obey, wondering what's going on, why you stopped. You are only gone a few minutes, but it seems like forever as I lay panting into the cushions. My heart is pounding so loudly into my ears that I don't hear you return until I feel the tip of your cock again pressing into my bruised pussy. I jerk involuntarily, but again have nowhere to go. You say there, not moving, until I moan in frustration. You take a step back from me and ask again, "You really want it to hurt?" I nod wordlessly into the cushions, my face burning with both the heat of shame and desire. "OK, I'm new at this, but here goes," you say as you press down on my back with one hand, immobilizing me, and press forward into my pussy with the other. I feel something rough and unfamiliar and I twitch forward in surprise. "Dry washcloth," you whisper. "You were so wet and slippery that I bet it had stopped hurting, hadn't it?" "Yes," I moan unhappily in reply. "You like?" you ask as you continue to press into my swollen pussy with what feels like a baseball bat wrapped in the washcloth but is probably only your hand. "Yesssssss," I moan again, unable to stop myself, anticipating how it will feel when you ram your cock into my sore and mostly dry pussy. "Good," you say. "I'd hate to have been this creative for nothing." You force your washcloth wrapped fingers all the way in and twist them, drying out much of my wetness before abruptly pulling out. "Of course," you add, "I don't want to fuck you mostly dry – that might injure my cock and we wouldn't want that, would we?" "Noooooooo," I answer, wondering where this is going, as I feel another sensation replace the rough feel of the washcloth. "So, I'm wearing a condom and I lubed myself up before so that I don't rub my cock raw in you, so that you're the only one who ends up sore. You like pain, not me, alright?" "Yes, I understand," I reply. "I would never want to hurt you or to make you do anything you don't want to do." "OK, then," you say as you settle the tip of your cock into the opening of my much dryer pussy. "I should tell you a couple of more details. This is one of those ridged and bumpy condoms that you like so very much, and I wiped most of the lube off of the outside so you should feel every bump and ridge as I ram into you. Is that OK with you?" you ask. "Yes," I reply a little uncertainly. You're scaring me a little, but I don't want you to stop. "Also, I seem to have discovered that I like it when you say 'no' which is something we'll have to explore a great deal more in the future, but for now what I want – what I want for you to do for me since I'm doing what you want – is to say 'No' every time I thrust into you. Can you do that for me?" you ask. Hesitantly, and more than a little fearfully I nod yes, both dreading and desiring what I think this is going to feel like. "And the final detail is this," you add. "Remember last Christmas you gave me that numbing cream. You said it was to make it last longer and I realize you meant it as a joke, but you hurt my feelings. It bothered me a lot and until now I didn't think I needed it, but now I see it has a few uses. I slathered it all over my cock before I put the condom on, and it really seems to work. I got some on my hands and I bet this won't sting a bit," you say as you smack my ass really hard. "Ow!" I scream, "That really hurt!" I reach back the rub my ass but you grab my hand and stop me. "Not me, it didn't, and that's the point, isn't it?" you ask. "You wanted me to hurt you. You insulted me and hurt my feelings, and I get to assault and hurt your pussy. Kind of ironic, isn't it?" You ask. Without giving me a chance to answer you ask another question of me, "Are you ready?" "Wait, stop, no..." I start to say, but you interrupt me... "Perfect! That's it! You just keep saying no and I'll keep pounding your pussy!" you say cheerfully as you force your cock into my inflamed pussy and ram it into me all the way. "Ow that hurts, no stop, please no!" I beg, as you ignore my protests and begin to pound away, battering at my sore flesh. "Really?" you ask. "I can hardly feel a thing. Oh wait, you mean it hurts you. Sorry, I wasn't thinking about hurting you, just of myself. But you wanted it to hurt like this, right?" "No, owwww, no not like this, not like this, it really hurts, god you're so big and hard owwww owwww owwww please stop, please. Nooooooooooo!" I scream. "Please, stop, please, nooooooooooo!" "Perfect," you cry cheerfully over my screams. "This is really doing it for me, too, especially the 'big and hard' part. Despite the numbing cream, I think I'll be able to come sometime tonight, though I'm not sure when." "Nooooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo, noooooo," I cry out as you punish me mercilessly. I realize that I tried to lead you somewhere, into something whether you wanted it or not, and got caught instead. I wonder how long you've wanted to punish me, and what other things I'm going to be punished for. I am both dreading and eagerly anticipating finding out just what else you're going to do to me. "You stopped screaming 'No!' " You admonish me, "But I can see that you're getting wet again. Do you want me to stop and dry you out again?" "No oh god no please no don't do that!" I beg in terror. "It hurts so much already please don't!" "But you love it and you know it, don't you?" you ask. "If you do, say 'No! to please me. But if it's not true, just tell me 'No!' and I'll stop," you say, laughing. "What? No, please nooooooooooooo!" I cry in pain and frustration, realizing that I'm pinned and can't move and that you won't stop no matter what I say or how I beg, that you set it up perfectly so that I can't stop you with my pleas and I can't move away because I am pinned and helpless. "Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" I scream over and over for what seems like hours. I hear you grunting and growling behind me as you pound me harder than anyone ever has before. Occasionally I hear you grunt, "Yes!" as you slam into me hard, but mostly it sounds like I'm being ravaged by a merciless animal, and it feels like I am. It hurts so much than I ever thought, but some small dark corner of me loves it so much that I manage to keep crying out, "Nooooooooooooooo!" each time you say yes, both challenging you and begging for you to keep going. Your grunts come harder and faster as your thrusts go deeper than I thought possible. I can feel the head of your cock forcing open my cervix with each extra deep thrust, and know that I will never, ever forget this fuck – or try to maneuver you again. Finally, with an incoherent howl you slam into me all the way and I feel the hot streams explode into my ill-treated pussy, and realize that you came so hard that the condom exploded. You collapse on top of me and take a dozen shuddering breaths. "Well," you say, "I enjoyed that a great deal, and I think you did, too, though I would have done it anyway and plan on doing it again, whether you want me to or not, OK? "No!" I say loudly, trying to push you off and get out from under you. "Exactly!" you say with enthusiasm as your hand lands on my ass with a hard slap. "It's good that we have reached this understanding, and in the future I expect you to tell me about any 'special needs' you have, rather than try to lead me by the dick into doing what you want. If you try this again, I will not only not do what you're trying to get me to do then, but I will never, ever do what you're trying to get me to do. Understand?" Not knowing how to answer, I nod wordlessly into the couch cushions, fearing what else you might do to me – and wanting it so much. A Wanton Wife Ch. 03 I try to be very good since the day you took me at my word and fucked me so hard that I literally couldn't sit down for three days (which made my life rather difficult since I have an office job). You took what I wanted so much further than I thought you would that I am actually a little scared of how you might respond to any more 'special requests' as you called them. The thought of you pounding my ass like you did my pussy that night is more than I can bear to think about. Yet, as time passes and the bruises on my ass (from the spanking) and my pussy (from the pounding) start to fade, my anal fantasies start to resurface and even grow in strength. One day about a week later I can get nothing done at work (even though I can at least sit down now). Over and over I find myself daydreaming about you bending me over the foot of our bed, or the hood of the car and fucking me in the ass. Then I daydream about you stopping by my work, walking into my office, closing the door, spinning me around and bending me over my desk, pushing up my skirt, ripping off my panties, and then fucking my ass while all my coworkers listen to me scream and moan and beg. Finally I lock myself in the bathroom at work and try to relieve the pressure, but I can't seem to finish. I just get more and more frustrated and wish I had something to shove in and out of my ass while I play with myself. I remember the box of toys in the closet at home and wish I had something, anything, from that wonderful box right now. Finally I give up, rearrange my clothes, wash my hands and open the door – just as my boss raises her hand to knock. "Oh," I cry, stepping backwards. My face feels hot and I know I've just turned beet red. "You were in there a long time," she says. "I was getting a little worried about you." "Ummmm, I, uhhh," I stammer, completely mortified and just wanting to run out the door. "Are you feeling OK? Your face is all flushed – are you running a fever?" she asks, reaching out to feel my forehead. "You feel really hot – maybe you should take the rest of the day off and go home and put your feet up. The image of the box of toys flashes into my head, and I turn even redder at the thought of the rest of the afternoon off to play with them. "Maybe I should," I answer after a moment. "I'm sure not getting much done here." "Go home," she says, handing me my purse and pushing me towards the door. "Take it easy – you've been working too hard. I swear you didn't even sit down last week, you were so busy. We're not behind on any major projects right now." "Thank you, I will," I answer, while thinking 'If only you knew why I didn't sit down all last week...' "Take tomorrow off if you need it," she adds as I walk towards the door. "I know everyone around here thinks I'm a bit of a hardass, but even though I'm a pain in the ass when we're in a major project push, I do believe in letting everyone have some downtime between projects. Otherwise, things around here would be too hard on everyone." "Thanks," I say as I make it out the door before leaning against the wall and laughing hysterically at her words that hit close to home. The drive home seems to take forever. I skip over any errands I was thinking about running on my way home, my head filled with images of the toys that have laid hidden away in the back of the closet for over a week now - anal plugs in four sizes – small, medium, large, and "oh my god;" a strap on dildo about the size of your cock – maybe I can somehow attach it to the bedpost and do for myself what you won't do. Finally, refillable enema bags (and an inflatable enema plug!) and lubes of all kinds – in case you are squeamish about anal sex for hygiene reasons. I even ordered condoms with different textures, thinking I can put them on the strap on and figure out which I like the most, so that I know what to ask for when you finally – finally! – fuck me in the ass. If you ever do...and I don't know how much longer I can wait. I stop long enough to grab the mail on my way in the door and find a box addressed to me. I open it up and find something else I was bold enough to order but too shy to tell you about – a couple of "cast your own dildo" kits – you make a mold from someone's wonderfully erect penis and then cast a silicon model perfect in every detail. During the last week, whenever I would think back to that amazing and terrifying night when you did everything I wanted you to do to me and even more, I have developed a new fantasy – one where you make copies of your cock and then fuck my ass hard, strap a copy on and dildo my pussy and make me suck on the other one to muffle my cries. I think about what it would feel like to have your cock in all my holes at once, and my knees are so shaky that I almost don't make it up the stairs to the bedroom. I have hours before you get home from work, and decide that I'm going to take advantage of every minute. I get out my toys and lay them neatly on the bed. I turn on some music – wouldn't want the neighbors to hear – and quickly remove my soaking panties. I go downstairs and get a wooden tv tray and bring it back upstairs and set it up next to the foot of the bed. I carefully apply lubricant to all of the anal plugs and the dildo and line them up in size order on the TV tray. I bend over the foot of the bed, slowly pushing up my skirt and spreading my legs as far apart as they'll go, ending up on my toes. I take the smallest anal plug and start to press it against my clenched ass and wish I had more hands – one to play with my clit, two to spread my ass checks apart, and finally one to work the plug in and out of my ass. No, not more hands, your hands – pressing and forcing the plug in while demanding that I use my own hands to spread my ass checks as far apart as possible. Just as the rounded head begins to part my eager and constricted asshole, I hear a harsh voice behind me demand, "Just what the HELL do you think you're doing?" "I thought I told you that in the future you were supposed to discuss any 'special needs' with me. I call you at work and find out you've gone home sick and I come home to see if you're OK and find you pleasuring yourself without me, and about to fuck yourself in the ass when I've told you that it's not going to happen until I am good and ready?" Oh no, on no, on no. I've ruined it. I've lost my chance. "I'm sorry," I begin, "I just couldn't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me in the ass so much." Whack! Your open hand lands hard on my ass check. "Shut up," you snarl, "unless you would like me to shut you up with my cock in your mouth, instead of where you seem to want it so badly." Silently, but emphatically I shake my head no, and spread my legs wider and ease myself up onto my toes, to show how eager and ready I am. I think about defying you more, since you don't spank me nearly as often as I think you should, but I decide not to press my luck. "That's better," you say in a more level tone. I feel you grab my hips in your hands and know that I'm finally going to get what I want, what I need, what I deserve. Without warning, you ram your cock hard as far as you can into my pussy. You pull out and slam back in, over and over, lifting me onto my toes and pinning me against the bed with each brutally hard thrust. "Noooooo..." I wail in disappointment, "Please, please, oh please I want you to..." You jerk out without warning and your hand rains down over and over on my ass and pussy, turning my skin bright red and causing me to squirm around on the bed. "I told you to shut up, bitch. If you want to earn the privilege of my cock in your ass, you have to follow orders. I was just lubing up my cock so that I didn't hurt you too much, but now maybe I've lost interest..." "No, please!" I beg in desperation. "I'll do anything, anything at all, just fuck my ass. Please! I'll call you Master, Sir, Headmaster, whatever you want. I'll shave my pussy and wear any outfit you like. I'll do every household chore on my knees and naked. I'll give you 5 blowjobs every day for a week, just please, please, please fuck my ass," I beg, trying not to scream with frustration. "I'll lube your cock with my mouth, or my pussy, or anything else you want, or even do it dry, just give it to me hard in the ass! Ream me! Make me so sore I won't be able to sit down for a month, just do it! I can't stand it any longer!" "Welllllllllllllllllll," you say, drawing it out and making me whimper. "Really? Anything? Anything at all?" "Yes, anything! ANYTHING!" I moan. "A week of fulfilling every fantasy you have. I'll be your total slave." I remain face down over the bed, panting and hoping, spreading my legs as wide as they'll go, lifting my skirt higher, awaiting your decision, your desire, and hoping desperately that I'll soon feel the rock hard head of your cock start to force itself into my tight but oh so ready ass. "Fine," you say after dragging the anticipation out for a few more seconds. "I'll give you what you want so much, but you may regret it. I intend to do everything I've ever wanted to do to you over the next week. Things I've never even hinted I wanted to do. Things I would have been too embarrassed to ask a prostitute to do. Every fantasy I have, no matter what it is. For the next week, you're only going to be my wife to anyone outside this house. Inside, you'll be my slave and servant, cook and maid, my total whore and anything else I want you to be. Is that what you want? Is 7 days of that a fair price for this? For making me put my cock in your ass before I was good and ready to do it? Because I don't like being made to do anything, and believe me, I will remind you of that each and every day for the next week." I almost can't believe my ears. It's everything I want – to be a bottom, a slut, a slave, a whore – without having to ask for it. I can act like I don't want to, make you force me, make you punish me, make you think you're forcing me into what I want more than anything. Afraid that my vocal cords will betray me, I nod slowly, only to be answered with a series of stinging slaps to my ass, pussy, and inner thighs. "What...why?" I gasp out over the sound of the loud smacks to my ass. "What did I do?" I moan. "From now on," you reply harshly, "you will not answer me with nods or simple replies. You will call me Sir or Master. You will answer along the lines of 'Yes, Master, if it pleases you it pleases me' or 'No, Master, I do not want to do that, but I have no choice since you are my Master and will do with me as you please.' " "I want very much to know if you want to do something or not, because if you don't want to do it, I will still do what I want and then I will punish you for refusing. And, if you really want to be punished, you'll say yes and then change your mind and say no, or try to stop me or try to get away, because then I will do what I want to you, being as brutal and rough as I possibly can, and afterwards I will punish you over and over in every way I can imagine. So, for the next week, which are you, my wife or my whore?" I take a deep and shuddering breath, scarcely believing my ears, stunned that you, my sweet and loving husband may also be the cruel and demanding master that I've secretly desired for so many years, not quite admitting even to myself how much I've wanted to be forced and dominated, controlled and punished, and allowed to be the wanton whore that I want to be without feeling ashamed and embarrassed – if you make me do these things, then it's not my really my fault that I want them, is it? Letting my breath out slowly and arranging the words in my head so that I get it all right, I whisper reverently, "Yes, Master, if it pleases you to be my Master and owner, to control me and force me and punish me whether or not I have given you reason to do so, to treat me kindly or cruelly at your whim, to do what you want with me however, wherever, and whenever you want, and to compel me do to you – or myself – whatever you desire, and the pledging of that agreement starts with the first agonizing shove of your huge, rock hard cock into my tight and defenseless asshole and lasts for the next 8 days." "Eight days?" you ask, and I can hear the amusement in your voice. "Today is almost over, Master, and I want to make sure that I fulfill my end of the agreement and you get a full and complete 7 days use out of me," I reply. "Of course, the rest of today doesn't have to count, either, if you don't think it's fair," I hastily add. "We can start the 8 days tomorrow." "Ah, I see," you answer. I can hear you rustling around behind you, removing your clothes. "It's not because you're greedy, then, is it?" "Oh no," I quickly reply, then remember a second later to add, "Master." "Oh my. Slipping up already, are we? I'll have to punish you for that. Given your mouth and your attitude, I have a feeling that I'll be forced to punish you so much that I may not be able to keep track. As a matter of fact..." you trail off as you leave the room. I hear you rummaging around downstairs and you come back up and walk to the head of the bed. You take down the artwork hung there and hang up the large whiteboard from our home office. "I may end up having to get a larger one, and a calendar to schedule your punishments, but it will do for now," you say as you hang it up on the nail above the bed. "OK," you say as you write down my first transgression: 'Forgetting to address your Master properly.' "Now" you say, walking around behind me again, "I believe that, instead of the traditional handshake to seal the deal, the agreement is me putting my cock in your ass? That when I ram my cock deep into your tight hole – all the way in your ass – that once that first complete thrust is complete and my balls slap into your pussy and clit, you are my slave according to our terms and there is no changing your mind or going back on your promises to me? That for the next 8 days (and a bit more) you are mine to do with as I please, body and soul, mouth and hole?" Unable to speak, I nod. "Ohhh – 2nd one already," you say, putting x2 behind 'Forgetting to address me properly' on the whiteboard. "Oh no Master, I'm sorry I forgot!" I say quickly. "That's OK," you say cheerfully, "I'm sure you'll forget again, and I look forward to each and every time you do. Now, are you ready?" "Yes, Master, I am ready," I say in a trembling voice, burying my face into the covers because I am a little nervous and I don't want you to see that and take advantage of it. "OK, then, I promise to make this very, very memorable. Now, spread your legs wide...wider...no...WIDER!" you say impatiently, slapping my ass to show your displeasure. "Looks like you need a little help opening up to me," you say, ominously. "Stay there and don't move a bit." I hear you open the closet door, then the nightstand, then move back behind me. I feel you slide a soft rope or scarf around my right ankle, then feel a tug as you draw my leg toward the leg of our king sized bed. You repeat this with my other leg, then keep tightening each one until my legs are spread as wide apart as they will go, much wider than I could have spread them myself. "Now for step two," you say, as I feel cloth slide around my upper thigh and then again tied to each of the posts. You keep adjusting all four until my legs are spread as far apart as they can possibly go. "Stttttttteeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp threeeeeeeeee," you tease, and I expect you to tie my hands, but instead I feel you sliding something under my hips between me and the mattress, and I realize that it's the "doggie style harness" that we sometimes use when you want to fuck me doggie style, extra hard and extra deep. "OK," you say, "Since my hands are occupied, you're going to need to reach back and spread your cheeks for me." Feeling more spread open and vulnerable than I ever have, I nervously reach back and spread apart my ass for you. "Very good," you say. Now...oh, wait, I forgot the condom. Stay in that exact position while I put one on." You rummage around in the nightstand for what seems like ages and then come back around behind me. I wait nervously as I hear you opening the wrapper and rolling on the condom. "Now," you say, "I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, what will make you my slave for 8 days. Tell me exactly how you want it." I take another shuddering breath and answer you, "I want you to fuck me in the ass, hard. I want you to rape, ravish, and pillage my tight hole with your cock, your cum, and anything else you want to ram into it. I want you to pound me as hard and as deep as you can, to ream me so roughly that I never forget it. I want you to take my asshole and make it yours, to own it, to take it hard and fast and deep. I want you use me, to use my ass, entirely for your pleasure. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name, but never forget yours...Master." "That's almost enough to make me forget this was your idea, that you coerced me into it, and that I'm going to punish you for it," you say quietly. "Almost but not quite. Now to lube up..." You slide your cock quickly into my soaking wet pussy, bottoming out in one hard, swift stroke and then pull out as swiftly as you entered. After a few more agonizing seconds of waiting, I feel pressure against my tight and tense asshole. I try to relax, but I am so nervous that I just can't. I hear you groan as you slowly force your way in, past my defenses with the rock hard battering ram of your cock. You have barely begun to get the tip in when abruptly you stop. "Talk to me," you demand. "Tell me all about it." "What?!?" I ask, confused. "Tell me. Tell me how it feels. Tell me if it hurts or feels good or both. I want to hear a play by play of exactly how my cock feels going into your ass. I don't want you thinking of something else to help you relax your asshole – I want you to think of nothing but how hard my dick is and how it feels stretching open your tight little sphincter." While you are making this demand, you stop pushing forward. I relax enough that the head of your cock slides in a half an inch or so. "Oh no!" you say, pulling out completely, causing me to moan in both relief and frustration. "I'll start again. Oh, and don't worry, the condom is a sturdy one – on of those 'Rough Riders' that you had hidden at the back of the drawer, probably for just this reason. And I've jerked off twice today, and once again slathered numbing cream onto my dick before putting the condom on, so even though I'm really turned on and hard as a rock, it should take me a truly long time to come, and you should feel every single second of it. Now, talk..." "You feel huge..." I start, but you interrupt me. "Probably the cock ring has something to do with that," you say happily. "It's holding the condom and it should also make me extra hard and take a lot longer. But don't stop, do continue..." "Huge and hard," I whisper as I feel the pressure increase. "I don't think I can do this. You're too big. I don't know if I can take it all." "Oh you're going to take it all," you answer. "And you're going to beg for it. Or we stop right now and I will never, ever, fuck your ass. Now, am I stopping or am I reaming you?" you ask. "Reaming me, oh please reaming me," I hastily answer. "I can feel you reaming me, I can feel you stretching me open, oh god, you're so huge please go slow," I beg. "Sure honey, however you want me to do it," you answer as you press harder. "Just keep talking..." "Oh god," I moan as you push in slowly but steadily, gently but firmly forcing your cock into my tight and bruised hole. "Oh god oh god oh god, you've never felt so huge and hard. I feel like you're fucking me with a baseball bat." A Wanton Wife Ch. 03 "Mmmmm," you moan as you continue to force your way into my defenseless asshole. "This is very tight. Tighter than your mouth when you suck me hard. I think I'm going to enjoy fucking your ass. I may even do it again somedayyyyyyyyyyyy," groan as the head of your cock finally pushes post the entry of my bruised and battered sphincter. "Okkkaaaaaaaaay," you growl, "the head is in." I can feel you taking hold of the harness handles. "Now just let me..." "Auuugh owwwwwwwwwwwwwww," I scream as you swiftly ram every rock hard inch of your enlarged dock all the way into my burning asshole while yanking back hard on the harness, forcing yourself into me deeper than anyone ever has. I feel your balls slam into my pussy and clit as your pelvis slams into my red and sore ass. "In!" you shout triumphantly. "I'm all the way in. Did you feel my balls slap against you?" "Yes," I whimper painfully. "I felt you ram what felt like a telephone pole five feet into my ass." "Good. Now to take care of this," you say as you abruptly rip your dick out of the hole that you just forced open. You walk to the head of the bed and change the 'x2' to 'x4.' "You forgot to say 'Master' twice, you point out. Now I'm going to go downstairs and have something to eat. I'll be back later." "What???" I shriek. "You can't stop now, you have to finish, oh please don't leave me like this..." "Nope," you answer, "our agreement was my cock bottomed out in your ass. I did that and fulfilled my end of the bargain. "Unless you'd like to amend the agreement?" "Yes! Change, amend, do away with, anything - I don't care," I plead. "Just don't leave me like this. "Hmmmm," you say, thinking. "What else would I like, oh yes. Just this: If you want me to ream your ass and pound away until I come, then here's what I want: Tonight, when I'm done with you, you write up what I did and post it on that Literotica site that you visit so often." "You know about that?" I gasp in surprise. "Of course I do. How do you think I knew how to do exactly what you wanted a couple of weeks ago?" you ask. Shocked, I cannot find the words to answer. "So, here's the new deal. Every night that you write up what I did to you and post it. Then, you explain to everyone there about the 8 days of slavery – which we'll extend to be 8 days from when this story is posted. You ask people to send you suggestions in feedback, and each night you will read me the suggestions. I'll pick some out, do each and every one of them to you, and then you have to write it up and post it. You made strangers part of our sex life, so now they get to help me fuck you. So, if you agree to modify our agreement in return for me pounding your ass right now, then beg me to ream your ass with my cock. I pretend to hesitate for a moment (like I needed any time to think about it) I beg, "Please Master, please. Take my ass. Give it to me hard. Pound me over and over, I am your slave. I just hope that once a night for those 8 days, you'll remember to give me a good ass fucking. That's all I ask, but I beg it of you..." Instead of a reply, I feel you pressing against my tight, tight asshole. You groan with the effort of forcing my tight sphincter apart, but finally the head is back in. Once again you grab the handles of the harness and pull, pulling you forward and slamming me backwards onto your rigid cock. I scream with delight at each thrust, and moan in disappointment each time you pull back. Finally, I am lost in the sensation and I drift, riding a wave of pleasure for what seems like hours. I am barely aware of you speeding up and slamming into me harder and harder as you reach your peak as well. Quickly you pull out, throw away the condom, and untie me. I collapse deeper into the bed, unable to move even though I am free to do so, and fall asleep. Sometime later I am awakened by a hard prodding at my ravaged and sore back door. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?" I moan, which is both a cry of delight at the way you've awakened me, and a question as to your intentions. "Did I mention that I asked my doctor for a prescription for a whole bottle of wonderful little blue pills when I had my physical last week?" you ask. "Not that I need them, but I heard they make you last a really long time. I'm testing that out on you." "Noooooooooooooo..." I say, in answer to your question and to what I know is about to happen. "Yes indeed, and I just took the first one about an hour ago while you were sleeping. Brace yourself," you order as I feel your hands grab hold of the handles of the harness, "this is may take a good, long time..."