4 comments/ 12000 views/ 5 favorites The Cum Phrase By: restrainedqueen I do not know why I married him. It could have been his tall, brooding, overpowering frame; his eyes that would pierce into me as he smirked; his deep rooted sadistic tendencies. It could have been the fact that he owned and loved me like a prized possession. It had been a year, and he would find any excuse to punish me. Each time I would be at the receiving end of a brutal reprimand- crying, screaming and begging while my masochistic cunt dripped for him. He was unapologetic and calculating in every way- the words he spewed at me, the physical assaults, the whippings, the restraint and the denial. And I loved it. There were moments of deep affection and trust that we shared privately, unknown to those outside our dark, misty world. But that day he broke me. My being was accustomed to his delicious cruelty, but nothing could have prepared me for the heart wrenching lesson I was going to get. "What the fuck are you doing?" I hear him say angrily as he stood at the entrance of the bedroom door. He had come home early from his shift and there I was, spread-eagled on the bed, naked, with my double sided rubber dildo thrusting deep in my cunt. The sun was still up and I had already cum twice, some days I was just so sexually charged that I needed release. A great show of disobedience to him as I was not allowed to cum or masturbate without his permission. Every time I had that throbbing peak, I had to say my cum phrase because all of them were his. Just two days ago he caught me in the bathroom. He dragged me out dripping wet and made me lean over the kitchen table where he whipped me with his leather belt. He made me count every single one of the 40 lashes he gave to his dirty little sex addicted slut. But that afternoon he said nothing. He turned and left- no chastisement, no punishment. I just heard the front door slam and I was so dumbfounded that I lost the urge to continue my self fuck. I took a bath and made him dinner, after which I watched some TV, wondering where he went. Soon after sunset I heard his truck pull up in the driveway. I was confused when I saw two shadows moving outside. I sat up straight on the couch when I saw him appear, with a woman by his side. My heart sank, I did a quick calculation in my head. It couldn't be. I knew him well but I didn't believe it until I saw that familiar smirk curl up the side of his face. I glanced over at her, she was curvy like me but a bit more slender and taller than my 5 foot frame. She had the same cute round face that I did that he seemed to like, with large innocent eyes and wavy hair. The only contrast was her brown hair and white skin, to my jet black waves and caramel complexion. She also momentarily peered at me, with an unexplained shyness that made me think that she was not a prostitute. I began to wonder how and where he found her. He lunged towards me and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards the bedroom. I writhed, still in disbelief. She followed, mum and expressionless. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking on. "Clothes off." I began to cry silently but peeled them off quickly. He dragged me to the post on the bed head and with one hand held my wrists together. With the other he opened the draw and took out the two pairs of metal cuffs, snapping the first one on my wrists and fastening them to the post. I was so close to it that my back was arched uncomfortably. He slid down and snapped my two ankles together with the second pair of cuffs and fastened them to the bed leg. I was going nowhere. He looks over my body seductively and then kisses my neck in the most frighteningly vanilla way as I stared at the floor. Then he whispers in my ear. "If you can lose control, then I will lose control too." He walks over to her and with her back to me, he pulls her close to him so that her body presses into his. As he begins to run his fingers through her hair he looks up at me and grins. My eyes want to pop out of my head as he leans forward and sticks his tongue ravenously into her mouth. I look on, my chest heaving from disgust as I see him kissing her passionately and she begins to moan. The fact that he was kissing her-seeing him act like that with someone else, showing affection for another who wasn't me, made me burst into incontrollable sobs. That sort of kiss was not commonplace in our relationship-it was reserved only for special moments. It was vile and made vomit rise in my throat from the pit of my stomach. I shut my eyes to reality, I could not see him with this woman. The heart wrenching pain was too much. But his eyes never left me. "Open your eyes, you disgusting slut, you better watch every second of what goes on here today." I opened my eyes, knowing that if I didn't obey it could prolong my torture. After he kissed her I saw him move his hands down her clothed body, pausing to gently squeeze her breasts and fondle her thighs as she lay her head on his broad shoulder. He kept on looking straight at me. It was surreal-such a display of tenderness from him as he caressed her body and she writhed in approval. He pushed her gently onto the bed and lifted her fitted red dress over her head to reveal her pale body, her perfect soft flat stomach with her perfect navel. Her brown wavy hair splayed out on our sheets. Her round full breasts held by a red bra with black lace trimmings. He kneeled in front of her on the bed and she opened her well-shaped legs, ended by perfectly manicured pink toenails. I coughed violently and gagged, I could not take the sight of what was going to happen next. He grins and keeps eye contact with me as tears spout out my eyes, as he slides her panties delicately to her ankles, grabs hold of her thighs and brings her slit to his mouth. As he buries his lips into her wet cunt, I see the devilish glint in his eyes. He kisses her cuntlips, both sides, running his lips gently on them. I am mortified. I wail loudly and shake my hands violently in their shackles, making a teeth edging sound as the metal bangs against the bed frame. My body writhes and I feel like my spirit is about to break. He was giving her oral pleasure, a reward. A reward that I would have to work for and deserve in our relationship, and here she was, a stranger, getting such from the man I loved. He sticks his luscious tongue into her, making circles and running it up and down as she throws her head back and grabs the sheets. I look on, hopeless, into his eyes and follow his movements. I feel weak with disgust but as he licks and sucks her I begin to feel my inner thighs becoming slippery. I was looking on, imagining his tongue in me, giving me such pleasure, and I felt my cunt getting wetter. He knows me so well, he knows that I am turned on. For me sadness is a powerful aphrodisiac, I almost wished that my hands were free so that I could violently shove my fingers up my cunt and squirt my juice all over the bedroom rug. He continues for what seemed like an eternity, making her come close to release and then holding back; several times bringing her to the edge and then denying her. I see her body responding to his teasing game, every time she reached that point her hips would thrust forward slightly until he decided to take it back. Looking on I felt the walls of my cunt throb in pleasure as my body recalled his touch. Soon he is satisfied and he rewards her further- she screams out and her body shakes with a final powerful orgasm, wrapping her cream legs around his head as she cums. I look away briefly, my face burning and red with embarrassment. He sits up, and my tears flow even more as my momentary fantasy fades. No more tears of anger or jealousy, but tears of heartbreak. I cry silently as my head pounds painfully, as I see him unbuckle his pants and his huge thick cock springs out. I am glad that I cannot see her face, the look of delight at his delicious manhood. He turns her around with one sweep and her ass is in the air, as she faces me. For the first time she looked right at me. Her big brown eyes were wild and content from her pleasure, she looked almost smug and patronizing as she swayed her hips waiting for his cock. I felt hate towards her, but I knew he was using this undeserving bitch to show me that he could give her everything that I craved. I glaze over the sight in front of me and it is all in slow motion, like a nightmare. He stands behind her, spreads her cheeks and with one smooth motion he holds his cock and enters her as she gasps. I know that his 8.5 inch hard, veiny cock would have filled and stretched her beyond capacity, as it did me. He began to give her a slow, sensual fuck, another reward in our relationship. He did not pound violently, but took his time to slide the length of his cock in and out of her so that she was able to savor it, and she did with lip biting ecstasy. The deep painful erotic fuck that I loved as his cock assaulted my cunt walls and tested my limits every time. My cunt recalled how it felt, and a sharp sensation went through me every time he thrust, and I thought I was going to orgasm without even touching myself. I felt trickles of wetness slide down my thighs, and his eyes flickered from my face to that space between my legs. A smile emerged. Soon his expert fuck extracted another cunt clenching orgasm from her, magnified only by him rubbing her clit while she pushed back on him and screamed. I let my body go limp, I was held up only by the cuffs. I gave up, I had reached my breaking point- I was weak and sexually frustrated. I had no more strength to bear my punishment. I looked on with narrowed puffy eyes from my head propped up on the post. She slumped forward in her trance and then almost playfully, she stood up. I saw the batting eyelashes, the seductive way she put back on her clothes, the way she touched his chest, but he kept on staring at my spent figure in the corner- almost like she was invisible. She was a smart woman, she hurried and soon I heard the front door close. He walked over to the draw, retrieving a short rope. He undid the cuffs and I misbalanced slightly, still stiff from my position. He stood behind me and grabbed my hands, tying them behind my back, so tightly that I felt the blood almost deserting them. "On the bed." I lie uncomfortably on my back with my bound hands pressing into it. I did not comprehend as he sat in front of me on his knees and slid his fingers into me while massaging my clit. "Look at me." I did not ponder his intention, but to me this seemed like a reward. Maybe he took pity on me. I looked up at him as each thrust sent me into a frenzy- I wanted to hate him for what he did, but the whole display made me hot and my body yearned for him. My eyes narrowed as I enjoyed the rigorous stimulation and felt myself reaching that point of pure ecstasy. I was about to erupt. I knew it was going to be a long satisfying one, perhaps with a showery display. I was shocked as right before my cunt began to throb and I opened my mouth to scream he withdrew his fingers. My eyes widened in confusion, my lower stomach ached at being denied its release and my mind was almost black, not knowing how to proceed. There was no remorse from him. "You do not cum without my permission and after tonight I am sure you will remember that." He lay beside me on the bed, relaxed and content. I turned on my side so that my tied hands did not jab into me. I looked up into his face and begged, "Master please. Master, please let me cum." I say it over and over again, but he stares straight ahead and ignores me. I whimper as my tears fill the pillow and he begins stroking himself, faster, teasing me further. Soon he spews four long strands of his hot cum onto my thigh, smiles and turns for the night's sleep. Reality hits that I am going to be left yearning for release all night, unable to touch myself. I cry until I fall into an exhausted slumber.