17 comments/ 56432 views/ 10 favorites Saving a Marriage Ch. 01 By: OttoWeininger Simone stood in front of her closet, shaking with anticipation while she attempted to select an outfit for tonight. She finally selected her tiniest, slinkiest black dress and started putting on her make up. Sipping a glass of Merlot, her second of the night, she was trying her best to calm her nerves as her mind raced through the events of the last 24 hours. Sunday morning, she had finally had the nerve to confront Henry with the evidence of his affair. She waited for him to come home from his 'night out with the boys', which she knew full well was really a night in a hotel with the tramp he was fucking. After she had confronted him with the credit card bills and photos she had taken while following him the night before, all hell had broken loose. She had screamed and cried, flinging pieces of their wedding china at him, landing one right in the back of his head. After that he had turned and come at her, and Simone had thought he was about to strike her. Instead he grabbed her, holding her tight as he began to apologize. Henry agreed to end his affair and get a marriage counselor first thing in the morning. After that, she had sat on the couch for the rest of the afternoon, vaguely aware of him puttering around the house cleaning up the mess her fury had created. When Henry had called her just after lunch to tell her that he had gotten a reference for a counselor from a client, she was surprised to hear the name, Dr. Cynthia Ryan. It was amazing enough that Henry had suggested a marriage counselor but a female counselor was completely against his personality. Her husband was sexist, though she had only discovered that after years of marriage. His business associates were always men, and he made little comments that made it clear what he thought of women in the office. They left after a simple dinner. The office building was very upscale, not shocking considering the sort of people her high power attorney husband worked with. It was Dr. Ryan that was a shock. She was tall and thin with long perfectly kept hair with a movie star face and her body moved gracefully. Her breasts where no larger than a B-Cup, nowhere near as large as Simone's own natural beauties, but they were shapely and would be considered desirable by almost any man. Despite her skirt being too short and her heels being too tall, Simone had to admit that Dr. Ryan was classy looking. After nicely talking around the problems in their marriage, Dr. Ryan had Simone leave the room while she spoke to Henry alone. Fifteen minutes later, Henry emerged, looking a bit embarrassed as he told her that she was next. Simone sat down in front of the doctor and before she knew it, had broken down and spilled out every detail of her troubled marriage. Dr. Ryan came from around her desk to sit next to her, holding her as she sobbed. When Simone had finally calmed down, Dr. Ryan stood back, leaning on her desk as she looked down into Simone's eyes. She couldn't remember the first few minutes of what her counselor had said, only how calming Cynthia's voice had been, and how looking into her eyes had given her a real sense of peace. Thinking back, she could remember bits and pieces of their conversation. She had thanked Dr. Ryan when she told Simone that she had gotten Henry to agree to end his affair. She told her that Henry, in his own way, was a loving and caring man. Since they had married, Simone had never wanted for anything. Henry never forgot a birthday or anniversary. They did not get to vacation much, but when they did, she had him all to herself. She didn't share her time with her husband with his smartphone like so many of her friends did. Her husband was strong in body, personality and mind, and that is what originally attracted her to him. He was a serious man who knew what he wanted and how to take it. The truth was that his attitude was a real turn on for her. It was also part of the problem. Henry confidence and strength also make him arrogant and bossy. Most of the times that they fought, the reason her anger after he told her what to do. He would make comments on how she dressed, what she ate, who she kept as friends, or any number of things that ended up upsetting her. Dr. Ryan had listened patiently to all of it, agreeing that such behavior understandably would justify some of the issues in their marriage. Simone felt relief to finally speak to a woman who understood her troubles, but she also found herself agreeing that she had a part in causing her husband into seeking an affair. She had admitted that she had been a prude, and had denied her husband much sexual gratification. They talked a long time about her background. She had grown up in a lower middle class family in the Midwest. When she started to develop, her conservative parents, especially her mother, had been very concerned. Proper women didn't wear a size 2 dress and have a 40 inch bust at the same time, and if they did they needed to dress to hide it. Even in the shapeless long dresses her mother bought for her, she knew what people thought of her. She hear the 'body built for fucking comments' the boys made when she walked by. No matter how loose fitting her clothes were, the proper girls still whispered about how her butt and tits made her look like a 'porno star'. Under her parents firm rules, she hadn't even kissed a guy until her second year of college. As the conversation with Dr. Ryan continued, Simone had agreed that it was understandable that Henry would seek enjoyment elsewhere. She could scarcely believe herself when she conceding that a powerful, wealthy man like her husband could easily leave her, especially with the prenup they had, and she needed to do her part to keep her marriage working. There was something about Dr. Ryan's voice and her gaze that was so reassuring. It had made everything seem safe and warm, and left her with a sense that if she just followed her guidance her marriage would be saved and life would be good again. She sat quietly in the car on the way home, deep in thought. When they pulled into the driveway, she told Henry that she had a lot to think about and avoided him for the rest of the day and into the next morning. Finally, in the afternoon she called Henry and told him that she would like him to be home on time so she could treat him to a nice dinner and a relaxing evening at home. Simone did not know where she got the idea for her current plan; if she had come up with it herself or if Dr. Ryan had given it to her. All she knew was that though she was terrified of the night ahead, she was committed to ending her prudish ways with her husband. She had "gone down" on her husband on their wedding night. Afterwards, she made it clear to Henry that she thought it was degrading and that she had only done it because she wanted to make him happy on their wedding night. He begged and pleaded, but after a while he just gave up. At the time, Simone had felt she won, but it was clear that Henry had just decided to get what he wanted from other sources. She planned on putting an end to that tonight. Saving a Marriage Ch. 02 Simone finished her last slip of wine, looked the black dress in her hands, and with a sigh put it back in the closet before walking to her lingerie drawer. She felt absurd as she finished laying out dinner in her lingerie. 'I hope this works. If he laughs when he sees me, I might kill him.' she thought as she lit the candles on the table. Her heartbeat quickened when she heard the garage door open. She held the edge of the table to steady herself as he entered, and was pleased to see the look on his face as he scanned her body, clad in a sleek white teddy. 'I guess it worked.' she thought as she walked over to him. She kissed him lightly on the cheek as she said, "Welcome home, dinner is ready." They chatted pleasantly through dinner. Every time she caught his eyes scanning her neckline or breasts, Simone felt a bit of warmth that she hadn't felt in years. When dinner was done, she told him to go relax on the couch while she cleaned up. Henry opened his mouth as if to protest, then simply walked off with a simple, "Yes Dear". Simone assumed he was thinking that he would like to move to the bedroom, but she had other plans. She moved quickly to cleanup the table and then poured a double of Henry's favorite scotch. Closing her eyes she thought 'Be strong, there is nothing slutty or dirty about this. A real woman would have done this a hundred times before for her husband.' As she approached him, she threw her hips in what she hoped was a sexy way. He was sitting in his favorite chair, watching ESPN, pretending in his arrogant way that he was not watching her out of the corner of his eye. As she handed him the drink, she thought 'I am half naked. Would it kill him to leave the TV off?' She almost lost her footing, as voice seemed to echo in her head. 'Worry about how you make him happy, not how he makes you happy.' She shook her head and then stared into her husband's eyes as she dropped to her knees and without a word undid his belt and pants. Looking up she saw the shock on his face. Focusing on the task at hand, she leaned in, kissed the head of his cock, and in a sultry voice asked "I know you are trying to relax in front of the TV, and that you must be tired after your long day at work, but would you mind if I suck your cock?" He smiled a mix of confusion and anticipation on his face. When she was thinking about it earlier the question had sounded sexy in her head, but now it sounded stupid. 'Of course he wants you to suck his cock, he's a man.' He took a long sip and said "Sure, I don't mind." She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, keeping her eyes fixed on his face. Slowly she took his cock in her mouth and began to bob her head. She stopped abruptly when she heard the TV turn off. "Why did you turn off your show?" "Um, because your giving me a blow job?" "That's OK. You worked hard today and you deserve to relax with a drink in front of the TV. I just want to help you relax." She began to take his cock back into her mouth, and then paused. Looking up at him she said, "I know that I have neglected doing this for you for far too long. If I am doing anything wrong, please stop me and correct me. I want to learn to please you." She noted the shocked look on his face as he stammered, "OK". She almost stopped what she was doing, wondering how such a whorish statement could come out of her mouth, but something in the back of her mind brushed away the thought and she go on with the task. With that she went back to sucking her husbands cock. He watched her for a bit longer, then turned the TV back on and with a long slip of his drink went back to watching the basketball recaps. She continued to look at his face, trying to understand how what she was doing was affecting him. She could tell that it was taking some effort for him not to look down at her as she worked his cock. It wasn't long till he started to squirm in his chair a bit. The taste was as revolting as she remembered, but she masked any negative expression as she drank every drop of his cum. She didn't know much about oral sex, but she knew that men liked the idea of a woman swallowing, as repulsive as it was. He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. "That was great, honey." "Thanks for saying that, but I know that I don't know how to do this right, even though I really should. I guess I need practice to do better. And I would really like it if you gave me some advice on how to make it better for you." With that self-important smile that Simone hated so much on his face, he said, "Sure, if you want. In fact why don't you fix me another drink and I will let you get some more practice." As she walked off with his empty glass he called out "One thing, though I like your outfit, why don't you lose it for the rest of the evening." Once in the kitchen, she poured his drink and took some time to brace herself again. She was upset at his arrogance in telling her to strip, as if dressing in lingerie was not enough, but once again a little voice inside her told her to ignore that and get on with it. Stripping the little she had on, she noticed how wet she was getting. Considering he hadn't even touched her, she blushed in embarrassment. She entered the room, making sure not to block the TV, which now had CNBC on, as she handed him his second drink. "Thanks" he said as he took the drink. He sipped it, then wiping a finger on the bottom, wetting it with the condensation. He ran the finger along the inside of her leg, still watching the TV. Suddenly, he looked up at her. "I figured you must have trimmed in order to wear that teddy. Nice." He ran his fingers around the outline of her bush. "Maybe tomorrow you should remove the rest." She managed to stammer out an "Of course" through her heavy breathing. She couldn't understand why she felt so hot from his little touches, but she didn't care. If giving him oral sex could lead to such feelings, she really did want to learn to do it the way he wanted. After a moment, he said "OK, why don't you start by licking my balls until I am hard again." She felt disgusted by the thought, but the increased throbbing in her groin told her to follow along. She dropped to her knees again, and crawled to position herself between his legs once again. She slowly licked his testicles, gently holding his cock, feeling it grow harder as she worked her tongue. Once he was hard again, he looked down at her and said, "Go ahead, start sucking my cock." She hated his vulgar language, but somehow his commanding tone, rather than irritating her like it normally did, made her even more excited. For the second time that evening, she performed oral sex on her husband. This time, he was providing her verbal instructions every so often, telling her how deep and how fast to go. She listened to his every word, and when he came, she once again was careful to again swallow it all. "Was that better?" "Much," he said leaning forward to pick her up so she was sitting on her lap. He finished his drink, still watching his program while he idly played with her breasts. After a few minutes, he reached between her legs and started to rub her clit. After a few minutes of furious motion, he started to jam two fingers into her moist slit faster than she thought possible. "Cum" he whispered in her ear. Her eyes closed as she approached the strongest orgasm she could ever remember. "Cum" he whispered in her ear again, this time nibbling his ear. She erupted in orgasm, bucking in his lap. She went limp, sitting there on top of him, rousing only when she heard him say, "Open your mouth and clean". Without a thought or word, she sucked her juices of his fingers. Saving a Marriage Ch. 03 Simone woke from her sleep to find Henry standing over her, putting on his tie. "Did you sleep well?" he said with a broad smile. She smiled back at him and nodded. "I hate to wake you, but I wanted to say thank you for last night." He bent down, brushing her hair to the side and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She sat up slowly, then reached up and pulled him toward her by his tie. Wrapping her arm around his head, she kissed him deeply. It was the longest kiss they had shared in years she though as they separated. Looking him in the eyes, she said "You don't have to thank me. I meant what I said last night. I want to learn to please you." He pulled back the rest of the covers, and his hand traced down her face, between her breasts, and finally between her legs. "Well you can start by removing the rest of this hair like you promised last night, and have on something I haven't seen before when I get home from dinner." The tips of his fingers slipped between her lips. "After that we can work some more on teaching you how to please me." He smiled again as he left her to go to work, but it wasn't the same smile that had greeted her when he woke her, but rather the same sneer that he had when he told her to strip and get him another drink. It was the smile he had on his face whenever he got his way in life. Normally, that smile repulsed her, but the afterglow of her husband literally carrying her to the bedroom after fingering her to an orgasm the night before gave her a new perspective. She could still feel the warmth of his chest on her cheek as she snuggled with him after the best sex she had ever had in years. She wondered in excitement at what her husbands return tonight would bring. She bathed in almost too warm water, allowing herself to relax. After a few moments of allowing the tension to leave her body, she found her hand between her legs. Slowly, she placed two fingers inside of her smooth sex. She closed her eyes, and the memory of her husbands' voice telling her to take his cock deeper down her throat. She could see his face smiling in satisfaction as she worked to pleasure him. 'This is unreal. How can this feel so good?' she thought. 'Even thinking about servicing him makes me hot.' She moaned, almost dizzy from the heat of the water and the heat between her legs, and cried out when her orgasm came upon her. 'I need to speak to someone' she thought once she had washed herself off and climbed out of the tub. None of her friends would do, but calling Dr. Ryan after only a single day seemed rude. Finally she gave in and dialed. The secretary had scheduled her for an early afternoon meeting immediately, telling her that Dr Ryan took only a few clients at a time, and only met with clients in person. Dr. Ryan did not keep her waiting once she arrived. She stiffened when she sat down. 'How can I describe private sexual matters with a woman I have known for less than a day?' Once she looked into Dr. Ryan's eye though, all her fears seemed to wash away. She described in detail the events of the night before, and even her masturbation in the morning. Somehow, Dr. Ryan's eyes had made her feel secure. She concluded with a small smile, as she said "I guess I should thank you for the best night of sex I have ever had." "You have taken some wonderful steps and rest assured your sex life will only get better from this point forward." Her face was kind, but her tone became somewhat harsh as she continued. "I do have to say, considering your situation, you seem a bit preoccupied with the pleasure you felt, and not enough with the pleasure Mr. Rand received. Simone opened her mouth to protest, but Dr. Ryan raised a hand. "I know what you are about to say. That Henry had fingered you without you prompting, and that you deserve to experience as many orgasms as he does." "Well it's true!" Dr. Ryan's eyes grew cold, and her stare felt like daggers. Within seconds of that stare, Simone began to shake slightly. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." "Apology accepted. Now I think you know the truth. You may not have asked your husband to pleasure you, but you must have given him signs, isn't that true." 'It wasn't, was it?' she thought. She had stripped and knelt, served him with her hand and then served him with her mouth. 'How can any of what I did be wrong?' She looked back up at Dr. Ryan, and in an instant she knew she was guilty. "Yes I must have done something wrong." "Very good, it is very brave of you to admit your fault. The next step is to correct the problem. Try to remember always that Mr. Rand has suffered a great deal due to you behavior, and you need to work very hard to undue the damage you have caused in your marriage. For the time being, you need to consider Mr. Rand's pleasure only." She drove home, repeating that over and over in her mind. 'You need to think of Mr. Rand's pleasure only.' She whiled the day away, repeating the thought to herself whenever something made her think of her husband. Once the roast was safely in the stove, she retreated to her bedroom. She stripped, and as she stared in to the mirror at her nude form, it was as if she could she Dr. Ryan's beautiful gray eyes staring back at her, somehow giving her the confidence she needed. She dressed in a black corset and garter set that Henry had bought for her years ago but had never seen her wear. Adding what she thought was just the right amount of perfume, she returned to the kitchen to set the table while she waited for Henry. She had just finished setting the table when she heard the front door close. She watched her husband once again scan her body as she approached him for a kiss. His fingers danced on her shoulder as her asked, "So what's for dinner." with a dirty smile. They chatted about his work, something they had not done for years, as Henry ate quickly. He looked at her somewhat guiltily. "I hate to say this, but I need to go to the study and get a bit of work done." "That's OK Honey, you do that while I clear the table. I will bring you a drink when I am done." She watched him wander off, and then took a few more bites of her food before giving up. She had cleared the table and was half way through washing the dishes when she felt his hands around her waist. "I decided to take a little break" he said before starting to nibble on her ear. As she turned off the water, his hands came up to cup her breasts, pulling the corset material down just enough to expose her nipples. He was kneading her ample chest, and started to tweak her nipples. When she moaned, he whispered in her ear, "So you like that?" When she moaned in response, he began to pinch them painfully. Simone bit down to avoid making any sound of protest as he became rougher and rougher with her breasts. His weight pressed her tight against the counter, and she could feel his hardening cock through his pants, pressing into her. Suddenly, he stepped back and spun her around. His hands moved behind her head and he pulled forward to kiss her long and deep. His right hand drifted down along her back before he quickly moved it between her legs. "Nice, very nice." he said as he pushed aside the thin materials and inserted his fingers into her. She pulled his hand out, saying in a breathy voice "Don't worry about me, just take it out. I want to feel it in my mouth again." She licked her lips as she thought 'God help me, I really do want to suck his beautiful cock.' He smiled as he stepped back. "If you want it, get on your knees and take it out." She quickly dropped down and removed his belt and zipper. She yanked his pants down quickly, and his cock pointed straight at her face, hard and ready. Before she could react, Henry had grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head upwards. His face showed no emotion as he said, "So you wanted some instruction on how to suck me off. Let's try a bit of deep throating. Open wide." She obeyed and he plunged his cock deeper into her mouth than she thought was possible. She forced herself not to gag as he went deeper and deeper still. Within minutes, he was holding her firmly by her hair, and was fucking her mouth like it was her pussy. It took all of her will power not to vomit as he pummeled her face. As she leg his upper thighs in a desperate attempt to stead herself, she thought 'Keep still and keep quiet. Let him take his pleasure.' Finally he came, landing a good amount of his cum on her face. "Be a good girl, swallow it all." Without a word of protest, she scrapped it up and swallowed it. She found that while the taste still repulsed her, it was a little easier for her to mask her displeasure. Looking up at him, she ignored his smirk and smiled up lovingly. Without any acknowledgement back, he said, "Now lick it clean." She paused for a second, but that voice in her head seemed to say, 'Do you think his whore makes him clean his own cock?' Without wasting another second, she pressed her tongue firmly on his shaft and made sure she covered every last spot. Stopping once she felt his fingers lightly touching her chin, she looked up at her husband. He patted her on the head, and said "That was much better, you are learning fast. Ok, I better get back to work. I will come to bed once I am done." He pulled his pants back up and walked out the kitchen, leaving her kneeling on the floor, hot and unsatisfied. She thought for a moment about the degrading way he had patted her on the head and then suddenly her hands were between her legs. Silently, she brought herself off, the soreness of her knees and jaw not affecting the explosive orgasm she now felt. Once she had recovered her composure, she lifted herself off the floor and finished her cleaning before returning to their bedroom. She lay in bed, breathing heavily, until she heard Henry come in. She watched him silently as he stripped, dumping his clothes in the corner. Grabbing her by both ankles, he looked at almost expressionless. "Now where was I" he said, as he pulled her to the edge of the bed, roughly parted her legs and still holding her ankles firmly, started to enter her. Simone helped him gain the perfect angle for entry and then just quickly placed her hands under her body, forcing her body to arch up. She had been in this position once before at his suggestion years ago, but told him 'never again' due to the force of the trusting. She knew that she would be sore tomorrow but that voice inside her said 'lie back and let your husband enjoy himself'. She moaned like a whore as he thrust himself repeatedly into her, harder and harder, pushing her legs back and spread until she felt like she would snap in two. She offered no protest as her head swam in a sea on pain and pleasure, circling around for what seemed like an eternity. She snapped into full consciousness to the sound of Henry bellowing, "Cum for me, you slut!" The wave broke over her as she and her husband came together. He released her ankles as he collapsed on to her, kissing her passionately. Rolling off of her, he said "God that was amazing." She could barely move at first, just stare at her husband's form as he lay next to her. Slowly, as he seemed to be drifting into sleep, she slinked up his body, kissing his stomach and chest before finally collapsing in his arms. Saving a Marriage Ch. 04 "It's just that I feel so dirty and degraded. I don't know if I want this." Simone started crying for the third time since she had come to Dr. Ryan's office. She had detailed how her husband had 'fucked her face', as Dr. Ryan referred to the incident and how she had masturbated after he walked off. She tried in vain to make Dr. Ryan understand how degraded and used she felt by her husband's treatment of her. "I understand how you feel Simone. I am asking you to think about the total experience. When you described last night, you spent almost as much time describing your orgasm as you did describing getting your face fucked. What I am saying is that you need to get past the standard feeling and conceptions about sex and think about what you are obviously finding stimulating." Simone was staring at Dr. Ryan's shoes. They were impractical five inch heels, but beautiful nonetheless. Trying to calm her sobbing, her counselor's voice drifted in and out of her mind. She snapped out of her haze, hearing "Simone, look at me when I am speaking to you!" Simone wanted to protest that she was a client, and it was not right for her to raise her voice. Instead she looked up and said, "Yes Dr. Ryan, I am sorry." "I want you to follow this logic with me, so pay attention. You had a powerful orgasm last night, correct?" "Yes, I did." "And powerful orgasms come from enjoyable sexual stimulation, correct?" "Yes" "And you felt that the sexual stimulation you received yesterday was degrading, correct?" "Yes, but..." "Don't interrupt!" Again, Simone wanted to jump up and protest, to tell this woman that she worked for her and she could not scold her like a child. Looking into those cold gray eyes, she could only say "I am sorry Dr. Ryan. Yes, I felt degraded last night." "In addition, you freely admit that not only was the sex afterwards was the best you ever remember having, but you felt desire at the thought of having his cock in your mouth. Given all these facts, the only conclusion that can be reached is that you enjoy being sexually degraded, isn't it?" Simone hesitated, trying to look away. Finally, she looked up at her marriage counselor, a woman she had only known for a few days and sheepishly said, "Yes, I enjoy being sexually degraded." Simone noticed a look of almost satisfaction on Dr. Ryan's face as she hopped off her desk. Clapping her hands together she declared, "Well then, I guess we are making break-through faster than I expected." She turned quickly, and Simone found herself once again struck by the woman's elegant form, much thinner and delicate than her own, as the doctor's hips swayed back and forth as she walked back around her desk. She preferred her own more curvy form, in particular her full breasts, which she also knew were Henry's favorite part of her body. "Now I want you to understand, there is nothing wrong with these feelings you have. On the contrary, many women find that they are turned on when a lover dominates or degrades them sexually. You are in fact quite lucky to be a sexual match to your husband." Looking in shame that the floor, Simone said, "I don't feel lucky, I feel like a dirty slut". "Simone, I believe I told you to look at me when we speak." Simone looked up at this, the shame now making her face red. "The problem you have is based in your prudish behavior, the same behavior that has put your marriage at risk. You are lucky because you are a dirty slut, not despite it. Specifically, you are lucky because you have a husband who wants exactly what you have to offer. The sooner you embrace this fact, the sooner you will find the happiness you deserve. Now I want you to pay attention to me. Look into my eyes as I tell you this." Reluctantly, Simone whispered in reply, "OK." "No! Look at me while I am speaking to you." Looking into her counselors cold eyes, Simone repeated. "OK." "I think we have gotten very far in this session. Now, I believe you said Henry would be out tonight with a client. I suggest that you call him and ask permission to wait up for him. If he accepts, spend the afternoon thinking of a simple way to make sure that when he arrives in his home, it is clear that you are available to help him relax, available to serve him." "Yes, I understand. I think that is a good idea." "When you make this offer, Mr. Rand will likely see an opportunity open up in front of him. Smart, powerful men like him always see the options in front of them. He will take advantage of whatever he thinks he can get away with. I want you to repeat after me now. I will let my husband do whatever he wishes tonight without complaint. I will spend the night serving him without regard to my own pleasure or pain." Pausing for only a moment, Simone repeated "I will let my husband do whatever he wishes tonight without complaint. I will spend the night serving him without regard to my own pleasure or pain." "Well then, I think our session is over. Run along now." With that, Dr. Ryan picked up the phone and began dialing. Simone stood and walked off, dismissed like a child. Once in her car, Simone quickly dialed her husband at the office. She heard him close the door to his office as he greeted her, and then in a lowered tone he said "Listen, Honey, I want to apologize for last night. I got carried away, I should never have gotten so rough with you and I shouldn't have called you a slut." "Henry, do you think I am calling you to get an apology? You don't have anything to be sorry about. I had a good time last night. I was just calling because I knew you would be having dinner with a client tonight, and I wanted to know if you minded if I waited up for you." There was a long pause, before Henry replied in a slow voice, "Sure, you can wait up for me." There was another pause, then "you're really not upset?" "Of course not, I asked you to help me learn to suck your wonderful cock and a little rough stuff is fun sometimes." After hearing no response, she said "Listen I know how busy you are, I just wanted to be sure I wasn't going to be a pest tonight. I will be waiting by the door when you get home." "OK, see you tonight Honey, I love you." Tearing out the parking lot, she headed straight downtown to a shop she had seen before, but never would have walked into prior to today. --- Hearing her husband's car finally pull up to the house, Simone rushed to the front door as fast as she could on her new black five-inch heels. They weren't like the ones she had bee admiring on Dr. Ryan earlier in the day, but those were part of the inspiration in getting them. She wanted to learn to walk in much more feminine shoes, especially with that sexy sway Dr. Ryan had. These were cheaper in look. Not trashy, but cheaper in a way that went with the rest of her outfit. When the door opened, she crossed her feet and performed a short curtsy, lifting the scandalously short hem of the French maid fantasy outfit she had purchased that afternoon at the local sex shop. Simone knew the outfit was the worse kind of cliché but it just felt right when she was in the shop. It might not be super creative, but she really wanted her outfit to make it clear that she was their to serve. "Good evening, honey. Thank you for allowing me stay up late so I could greet you and attend to your needs. Please sit down on the couch, and I will bring you a drink once I hang your coat." She had chosen her words careful, practicing them along with the curtsey in the mirror several times. She wanted to make it clear that he was doing her a favor letting her disturb him late at night in order to give her the privilege of serving his needs. Henry smirked as he handed over his coat and walked confidently over to the couch. Simone moved quickly, coming around front of him and handing him a stiff double scotch. He took a long sip and then looked up and down her body. "This is a very nice outfit you picked out." Running his hand over her cheek, he asked, "So are you my little maid tonight?" Smiling, she said "I guess so." "Now, now is that anyway for a maid to address her employer?" Licking her lips, "Yes, I am your little maid tonight." "I expect a more formal form of address from my low level staff." It took her a moment to understand, but once she did she cast her eyes down. "My apologies. Yes, I am your little maid tonight, sir." As soon as she said the last word, she felt herself getting wet. "Well then, why don't we start with a nice foot massage?" "Of course, sir" Simone dropped slowly to her knees. Handing him the remote for the TV, she removed his shoes and socks, and slowly and lovingly massaged each for ten minutes. She was careful to keep her eyes on his face at all times, even as he mostly ignored her as we watched the sports recaps. When she finished, she leaned forward, asking, "How was that?" "Very nice, very relaxing", he said, holding his glass forward while still watching the TV, "Get me a single on the rocks." Taking the glass, she rose, careful to shift to the side so she didn't block his view. Returning with his drink, she assumed her position on her knees in front of him, this time closer than before. He looked down at her after a moment, "I think maybe my little maid can help me relax a bit more." He stood, removing his belt and lowering his zipper and sat back down. Without being told, Simone reached forward, and began to worship her husband. She worked lovingly, concentrating on his cock, pushing all other thoughts to the side. Whenever her mind drifted, she repeated to herself, 'Tonight I am here to service my husband.' and focus returned. When she heard her husband say "Slow and deep, slut, make it last", she thought, 'I will spend the night serving him without regard to my own pleasure or pain' and his words became a loving request instead of an insult. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and used it like a handle, angling her head as he stood. Without warning her started to pump forward and back, holding her head in place. As he punished her throat and brought tears to her eyes, she repeated I will let my husband do whatever he wishes tonight without complaint.' and found the strength she needed not to pull away from him. As he came forcefully down her throat, she felt her body buck as she experienced an explosive orgasm. Using her right hand to brace herself as her left hand went between her legs, she was almost grateful for the firm pressure her husband used to hold her head in place as he fucked her face. He finally released her and fell back into his chair. She leaned forward, still playing with her clit as she lapped his crotch clean. When he was finish she moved to rise, but fell back hard on her knees in shock and pain as his hand came down firmly on the top of her right breast. "Where the fuck do you think you are going? Lap at my balls bitch, get me hard again!" She obeyed immediately, ignoring the slap as she kissed and licked at his balls while he dragged a freshly lit cigarette, his eyes closed and a look of contentment on his face. Once he had gotten hard again, he grabbed her hair firmly once again and dragged her around the room, forcing her on her hands and knees facing away from him. "Ass in the air, mash those fat tits into the floor!" Once again she obeyed without a word of complaint. She said nothing as he slapped her ass hard on the right check and then the left. She said nothing when he trust into her, leaned forward and then grabbed her hair and used it as a lever to rock her back and forth with incredible force. She said nothing as he started to spank her ass repeatedly with his other hand as he fucked her. She said nothing as he pulled her around with a jerk of her hair to blow his load in her mouth. She said nothing as he pointed at his cock, and ordered, "Clean it". Tears were rolling down her face in humiliation, as she served he husband like the whore he wanted her to be. When he saw her face, he grabbed both of her nipples hard and twisted, lifting both breasts. Shaking them hard he said in a cool measured voice, "I may as well give you something to cry about." She said nothing as he tortured her, gritting her teeth and trying to stop the flow of tears. She said nothing as he released her and then delivered a sharp slap to each breast and barked out, "Head off to bed, I will be right along." After washing up and removing her costume, she slipped into bed nude and waited for her husband. He was silent as he climbed into bed and pulled her close to him. She clenched her teeth so as not to make a sound as he slowly pitched and twisted her left nipple, toying with it casually without indicating the slightest care about the pain he caused her, until he finally released it as he drifted off to sleep. When he was snoring, she finally spoke. "I love you Henry." Saving a Marriage Ch. 05 Simone rolled over and attempted to go back to sleep. Lying in bed, she tried to ignore the dull pain in her jaw and left breast until she realized this was impossible. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of last night. She knew something was wrong with her. A week before she was a strong, independent society woman who took no abuse from anyone, not even her power broker husband. Now she was a sluttish housewife, who came as her husband used her like a whore and sat in silence as he physically degraded her. She rose in anger, decided to use the guest bedroom to clean up. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, she stopped, startled by her appearance. She had never walked around the house naked and never had born the marks of any kind of sexual activity so vividly the next morning. Every bit of proof that she needed that she was losing her mind was staring back at her from the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and some strands were clear stuck together from her husbands died semen. Her knees were clearly scrapped from the carpet in the living room. The worst part of the image was the purple bruising around her left nipple. Her hands moved toward the sensitive area, gentle probing to see how much damage had been done. Then, as if possessed, she took hold of the nub and pinching down as hard as she could, twisted it furiously. The flash of pain caused her knees to buckle; her hand came off her breast as she collapsed to the floor. She stared at her image in the mirror, trying to understand what had just happened. For just a second, she thought that her eyes changed from their natural brilliant blue to cold gray. Finally composing herself, she rose and quickly cleaned herself up. She heard the shower in the master bedroom start the moment she had turned off her shower. She made herself up and found that the anger she had felt this morning had subsided, even though the pain in her body had not. Slipping on her robe, she went to the kitchen and began to make breakfast. Simone could not remember the last time she had made breakfast for her husband. Most mornings she slept in, just laying in bed until 10:00 AM or so, while he had a piece of toast and rushed off to work. She had just finished putting breakfast on the table when Henry walked in. "Morning, this is a surprise." "I just thought I would make a bit of breakfast and see you off for a change." She poured his coffee and returned to the table. He sipped it, looking a bit off his ease. Once he started eating, she moved behind him, and gently rubbing his shoulders asked, "Did you have fun last night?" "It was wonderful, but I know I really got carried away. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He looked directly at her, "I know that I hurt you and I know you didn't come." She leaned forward and kissed Henry on the neck, "I told you don't worry about that, I just wanted to make you happy. You were a bit aggressive but there is no harm in that. And I really don't mind if you don't take care of me. I can take of those needs on my own time." She felt Henry's shoulders tense a bit as he spoke. He took her hand and pulled her gently around to stand in front of him. "You know since we start counseling, you said stuff like that. I just want to know if you really mean it." Simone sat down slowly and held his hand. She was staring down as she spoke slowly. "I guess everything that has happened made me think about our life together. I've come to realize that I have been really frigid and there is no real reason for it. You may have cheated on me, but I am the one who drove you to it. I want to find a way to make it up to you. I want our marriage to work, and if that means learning to make you happy sexually, I want to expand my behavior." She paused for a moment before continuing, "And being honest with myself, most of what we have done over the last few days has made me kind of hot." She could feel her face flushing as she said, "I was serious when I said that I wanted to learn to suck your cock better and I am serious about taking care of my own needs when you are not around. Right now I think it is important that I learn how to make sex better for you." Henry's hands came up to cup her face, lifting it up so he could look her in the eyes. "OK then, I won't bring it up again, now that I know you really mean it." He leaned forward to kiss her gently on the lips. She rose, leaning forward to hug him before picking up his cup and turning to refill his coffee. He looked up at her, smiling. "You know I can head into the office a bit late today, why don't you fetch me the paper and we can spend sometime together. Simone went to the front door to get the paper, thinking about how a few weeks ago Henry asking her to 'fetch' anything would have gotten him the cold shoulder for a week. Now it got him immediate obedience. She returned, handing him the paper. Just as she noticed that his suit pants where hanging over the chair next him, she heard him say, "Under the table slut, get to work." She paused for only a second, then dropped to her knees and crawled up between his legs. She worked slowly, attempting to get as much of his cock down her throat. As she serviced her husband, she could hear the sound of the newspaper pages turning and the occasional sipping of coffee. Her pussy burned with the heat of the degradation. She was on her knees working to please him, and he was completely taking it for granted, and she loved it. She felt him getting ready to cum, when his hand pushed her off his cock. Before she could react, he had grabbed her by the hair and was pulling her forward, his chair tipping over as he stood. Grabbing by the hair with both hands, he angled her head into a painful tilt and then began to fuck her throat until he came. When he released her she paused only for a second before beginning to lick him clean. Once he was done with her, he stepped around her without a word and began to put back on his pants and shoes. She remained where she was panting uncontrollably, head down staring at a small puddle of his cum that had escaped. She could feel the welling between her thighs, and knew it would not take much to bring her over the edge. Again without warning, he grabbed her by the hair, this time dragging her to her feet. His right hand remained firmly holding her hair, as he stood behind her, whispering harshly into her ear. "From now on, I expect you to be dressed properly for breakfast." His left hand had come around to loosen her robe. "Do you understand?" He punctuated the question with a cruel twist of her already sensitive nipple. "Yes I understand" she screamed, trying to hold back her desire to rip free of him. "I expect breakfast and the paper ready when I come down to eat. Understand?" Another twist of her nipple, but this time her did not release the pressure. A tear welled up as she stammered. "Yes I will have your breakfast and the paper ready for you." "And when I start eating, you are going to suck me slowly until I am ready to fuck your face, got it?" Now his nail bit into the tender flesh as he pulled down. She broke, her knees buckling as she orgasmed. She wailed out in pleasure and pain, "I will crawl under the table and slowly suck your beautiful cock until you decide to fuck my slutty mouth." He released her, allowing her to collapse to the floor. She could hear him walking out of the house, but couldn't move to face him. Just before the door slammed she heard him shout to her, "Be ready at seven, we have a party at Tony's house tonight, see you then slut." Once the door slammed, her hands flew between her legs. She frigged violently, trying to recapture the orgasm she had just had. In front of she could she the mess of cum left from the face fucking she received. Crawling forward, she began to lick the dirty puddle, savoring the taste as she continued to work her clit. Saving a Marriage Ch. 06 Simone regained her composure. She was not sure if she was just dazed or if she had actually passed out from the third consecutive orgasm, but the burning between her legs and the throbbing pain in her head and nipples was starting to dull. She rose slowly, and after bracing herself against the table for at least five minutes, she was finally calm enough to return to the guest bath and shower again. The cool water helped her regain her thoughts, and she let it run for at least twenty minutes before finally getting out. She dried herself and then went to her phone, not even bothering to put on a robe. Her first call was to Dr. Ryan's office, making an appointment for 10:00 AM, the first available time. Next she called the cleaning service to cancel her normal Friday afternoon maid service so she could have sometime to think. She dressed quickly, and then headed down to her counselors office. Dr. Ryan greeted her warmly, and sat in silence as she listed to Simone describe all that had happened since there meeting the day before. Once she had finished her retelling, she looked up at her doctor, not sure what to ask or say. She felt rather foolish, sitting like a child looking up at Dr. Ryan, having described in detail how she had decided that she wanted to be her husband's slut. "So it seems I was right, you seem do be much better off now that you have embraced your inner slut" Simone turned red, then looked up and said, "I guess I have. My mind has been racing, but this morning I really came to terms with it. I know how to get my husband back, and I know I can enjoy it too. The whole time though, I did have moments where my instincts told me that this is all wrong, that I was degrading myself and I had to stop." "You will have those thoughts from time to time. You have been very sexually repressed, and it will take time to let those feelings go. However, it is clear that you are making very rapid progress. I was especially happy to hear that you stated very clearly to Mr. Rand that you did not expect him to satisfy you. That shows a real understanding of the role you have chosen in your new relationship, don't you think." "I suppose it does." She paused before asking, "It does bother me though, and does this mean I will never have an orgasm with Henry." Dr. Ryan laughed, "Of course not. You said yourself that you came as Mr. Rand explained your new morning rules. What is means is that when you cum with your husband, it will be for two reasons, because making you cum brings him pleasure, or because the emotions of pleasing him give you an orgasm. For a woman like you, this is much better than getting an orgasm because you guilted him into giving you one, isn't it?" "I suppose it is." "There is not supposing about it. Look at me Simone, I want you to repeat these words, 'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him.'" Simone paused, then looked into Dr. Ryan's eyes and said "'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him." "Again" "'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him." "Again" "'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him." "Very good. Now there is an important matter to discuss. You told me that you are going out with your husband tonight. Do you have any plans tomorrow?" "No, I was going to suggest a movie or a night in, but we don't have anything specific." "Well you know that Mr. Rand has not truly broken it off with his mistress, though he thinks that you believe he has." "I was kind of hoping that now he wouldn't need her." Simone looked away. "That might be the case and if not it will be soon. However, you are at a crucial juncture. You wouldn't want to risk everything. "You should suggest tonight on the way to your party, that if wants to spend a night out with the boys on Saturday, you wouldn't mind. You can even tell him that I suggested that a night apart might be good for your new relationship, help to give you room to think and reflect. If he has not broken off contact with his mistress, this will be his opportunity to see her." She felt herself fidgeting, and finally she looked at Dr. Ryan again, desperation in her eyes. "Do I have to do this? Why should I almost force him into her arms?" "Mr. Rand will come around on his own. As I said, he may already have dumped his mistress, in which case he probably will use this as an opportunity to go get drunk with his single friends. If not, you must allow him to work this out without tension. In fact, I want you to tell him that he can stay out as long as he wants, and that you will sleep in the guest bedroom so he won't have to worry about waking you. Do you understand?" Simone shivered a bit at the words, so similar to her husband's as he gave her orders this morning. Swallowing she said "Yes I understand." "Good, now run along, and while you drive I want you to repeat that little mantra to yourself, to keep focused. Say it for me once more." Smiling to hide the bit of shame she still had, Simone looked at her and said, "'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him." "Excellent, now run along slut, I have some calls to make." It wasn't until she got to the car that she realized that Dr. Ryan, who she was paying, had just called her a slut. It took her a minute to grasp that she didn't really care. She was a slut, she has Henry's slut, and the doctor was just being honest. She turned the key, and repeated to herself a few times as she pulled out of the parking lot, 'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him.' Once home, she removed her pants and blouse, changing into a pair of old sweat pants and leaving on only her lacy red bra for a top. She put on heels since she needed the practice in walking in them before picking up the phone. She called her cleaning service and ended up canceling the service entirely. Hanging up, she thought, 'the least I can do is keep my man's house clean without wasting his money.' She set about cleaning the house. She started with the areas that Henry used; his study, the kitchen and the living room. When she got to the master bath she found herself unable to move. It occurred to her that if she was going to have to be ready for breakfast every morning, she was going to have to find a way to get ready that didn't involve waking Henry. Working as fast as she could, she moved all of her stuff out of their shared bath. She scrubbed and washed every surface and then moved on to the bedroom. Looking at the closet, the choice her was clear as well. She moved all of her clothing to the guest bedroom, moving in all of Henry's seasonal clothing to make room. Once all of his items were perfectly arranged, she started to arrange her items in the guest bedroom and bath. Some of it was thrown in a garbage bag, since bulky underwear had no use to her anymore. By the time she looked up, it was already six. She rushed to clean herself for the party. Hanging her dress for the night on the closet door, she waited in the foyer of the house clad in bra and g-string, now a black set to match her heels. Henry walked in at 6:45 as expected. "I thought I said I wanted you ready to leave at seven," he said as he flipped through the mail, not really even looking at his lingerie-clad wife. "I know, I just need to slip into my dress, but I wanted to be dressed appropriately to greet you when you came home. I can put it on now if you want to leave." He stood silently, still flipping through the mail. Finally he looked up at her, "I suppose that's alright. It actually makes me very happy that you are putting in the effort to wear clothing that I find entertaining. You should find time to go to the mall and get online to buy a bunch of different outfits that you think will please me. Don't worry about the costs, the stuff you have now is pretty limited." Rather than feeling offended that she should dress to 'entertain' him, she felt appreciative that he recognized that she was putting in effort. "Is there something in particular I should get." "Not really just get some different items, variety for now is good. We have a bit of time, I am going to freshen up and then we can leave." Handed her the mail as he walked by, he said "Put this in my study." As he passed, he smacked her ass hard to send her on her way. After dropping off the mail, she went up to the bedroom. He was changing his clothing as she entered. Not looking up, he said, "I see you did some rearranging in here." "Yes, I just moved all my stuff to the spare bedroom and all of your stuff into the master bedroom where it belongs. That way I can get ready in the morning without disturbing you in any way." "That's good thinking." When he finished changing, he grabbed her and gave her a deep kiss. "Go finish dressing, we should head out.' Saving a Marriage Ch. 07 Simone pulled into the driveway after a long night out. Henry had managed to get pretty drunk with his friend Tony and was getting somewhat feisty in the car. Simone was completely sober, knowing that she would be the driver on the way home. Simone turned to lock the door, and as soon as the latch had turned Henry was on her. Spinning her around, he pressed up hard against her, mashing her against the door as he roughly pawed at her chest. She ignored his beer and cigarette breath as he clumsily kissed her, chewing on her lip as his right hand forced itself between her and door, grasping her ass roughly. Finally stepping back, Henry walked unsteadily to the couch. Collapsing, he shouted out, "Alright, why don't you go get dressed for some fun. Naked should be fine. When you come back here, make sure you are crawling on your hands and knees." Simone paused only for a second before rushing to the guest bedroom and stripping. Rushing back, she found he had taken off his belt and loosened his pants. He was playing with the belt in one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, knocking the ash into an old ashtray he kept on the coffee table. She hated even his occasional smoking, and never let him smoke in the house, but that was before she had embraced her new place. She wasn't going to tell Henry how to act in his house. She crawled in front of him, watching how his eyes worked their way back and forth along her naked form. It was humiliating to move like an animal across the floor. She closed her eyes for a moment due to the shame of it, but a sudden flash of grey filled her mind, combined with that voice. 'Don't think of how humiliating this is for you, think about how entertaining it is for him!' Opening her eyes she could see the pleasure he was experiencing from her debasement and tried to take solace in that. Exhaling, he spit out, "Ok, you wanted some training on how to suck my cock, but if I am going to put in the effort to teach you, we are going to do this the right way. You are going to crawl on your hands and knees until I give you permission to do otherwise. Your bitch training starts now." She was shaking in fear as she reached forward to remove his cock, feeling saliva build up in anticipation. 'He is drunk, any mercy he might have felt this morning is gone.' Without warning, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hands. Henry had flicked the doubled over belt on to her outstretched hands. "Use your teeth to bring down the zipper and your tongue to fish it out." She struggled to obey him, causing him to growl, "Get going slut." Finally she had removed him from his pants. She had just begun to orally worship him when she jerked back in pain from the belt against her back. "Blow job, not hand job. Keep your hands behind your back as much as possible." She obeyed and began again to suck. He reached down, pulling her hands upward and directing her silently to grab each elbow with the opposing hand. "We want to keep your ass clear of protection, don't move your arms." She struggled to keep balance with her hands in this position, and as a result couldn't take him as deep as she had earlier. When she failed to go down far enough or shifted incorrectly, he showed his displeasure by barking commands and bringing the belt down on her ass at random intervals. Tears began to flow as she slaved away between his legs, more from shame than from pain. 'He is beating me, and I am letting him do it. What is wrong with me?' After he shot his load down her throat for the second time that day, he pushed her off his crotch violently. She fell back panting hard. She looked up when she heard him speak. He was lighting another cigarette as he said, "Disappointing, we have a lot of work to do." "I'm sorry, I will try to do better.' "I know you will," he replied with an arrogant smile, "When I am done with you, you will be the best cock sucker ever. For now, slowly suck my balls, while you gently stroke my cock. Your other hand stays on the ground" She obeyed and he grew hard after a bit. She didn't flitch as she felt him place something under her neck, restraining her curiosity. "Ok, enough of that." When she leaned back from his crotch, she realized he had slipped his belt around her neck. He stood and with a single jerk, he closed the loop around her neck, the buckle painful as it cut in. She grasped at it instinctively, but quickly dropped her hands as he shouted "Hands down! Get on all fours!!" She was truly terrified now, but after a second she realized that tight as it was, he was not actually choking her. She obeyed, still shivering as she embraced her situation. He husband had reduced her into a dog on a leash. "Ok bitch, keep up now." He stubbed out his cigarette and then started to walk slowly to the bedroom. She moved as fast as she could, thinking 'Something tells me I am going to get good at crawling.' He allowed her to crawl ahead of on the stairs, only smacking her ass from behind rather than dragging her up. There was irony in the fact that she felt gratitude to her husband for not pulling her up the stairs by choking her but rather letting her crawl while he beat her ass. When she heard a tone of cruel pleasure in his slurred, drunken speech she thought to herself, 'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him.' It seemed an eternity, but finally she had climbed the stairs and reached there bedroom. She obeyed his shouts, moving as he told her, until she found herself on her back, length-wise on the bed. Her head was hanging off the edge of the bed. She stared at his crotch, so close to her face as he removed the makeshift leash, when suddenly she understood what was about to happen to her. "Open wide." Terrified as she was by the pain she knew was coming, she obeyed. He was going to fuck her face again, and in this position she would be more vulnerable to his onslaught than before. "I said wide you dumb slut!' The doubled over belt which had felt so terrible against her ass now came down against first her right and then her left breast. She screamed in agony. Her head was swimming for what seemed like an hour when she realized she had shot into the most powerful orgasm of her life. Her eyes finally open, she saw her husband, smiling wide now looking down at her. He knew that she had come from his cruel punishment, but she didn't care. "I think you're ready now. Open that slut mouth of yours." She opened as wide as she could as he jabbed violently into her. She sputtered as he pummeled her face. Whenever it became too much and her gag reflex caused him to have to stop, he would grab both her nipples and twist cruelly as she cried out, yelling at her to learn to take it like the whore she was. Her face was numb and throat sore when he finally pulled out and shot his load all over her chest. Her mind all but shut off as she exploded into to orgasm when she felt the first splash of his cum hit her. "You know not to waste a drop," he said grasping and twisting her nipples even harder, which Simone wouldn't have thought possible minutes ago. She couldn't even get a sound out of her throat. The agony was so great, she desperately pulled his cum into her mouth, desperate for her torment to end. When he was satisfied, he released both her nipples with a final twist and a firm slap on each tit. "Go clean yourself off slut, then get back here and lick me clean." She swung herself off the bed and started to make her way to the bathroom. His hand came up the grab her by the hair. "Did I say you could walk yet?" "No, please I'm sorry." She tried to drop to her hands and knees like a good bitch, but he held her in place. "You're going to learn your place or you're really going to be sorry." With that the belt came down on her breasts, twice on each sore tit. She cried out, and found once again that her voice had gone and tears were finished. He released her, and she dropped to her knees and crawled to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet in the shower, she didn't dare to rise as she pulled down a towel and wiped the reside of his cum off her chest and face. Washing quickly between her legs, she returned to the bedroom to find her husband lying down on the bed, leaning against the backboard. As she approached, he held out the belt, and said, "Start with this." She licked the remnants of cum that had gotten on the belt, mostly likely from the last time it met her chest. Once done, she took the end in her mouth and for a few moments sucked it lovely like it was her husband's cock. He pulled it away. "Clean me off; I want to get to sleep." Crawling around to the foot of the bed and then up it, she settled between his legs and lavished licks and kisses on it. She found herself drifting, not even looking up at her husband. This cock, this beautiful penis, this wonderful piece of manhood was her whole world. She wasn't just licking her husbands cock; she was worshipping his ability to make her subservient to him. She repeated over and over, 'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him.' She did not know how long she had been working when she heard his drunken snore. Looking up, she kissed his cock, and then crawled out of the room to sleep in the guest bedroom. Tired as she was, she set the alarm for 8:00 AM. Saving a Marriage Ch. 08 Every part of Simone ached. She had not been able to sleep for a moment due to all the pain that wracked her body, but still when the alarm when off, she rose from bed. She began to walk to her bathroom, and then regain herself. She dropped to her knees and crawled off, scolding herself for her lack of discipline. She asked herself what Henry would do if he saw her walking before he had given her permission to rise from her hands and knees, but the dull throbbing in her tits was answer enough. He likely had simply forgotten to tell her that she didn't need remain on all fours, but regardless, she needed to obey his orders. She thought "Why? Why do I need to obey?" As she did the dull pain I her breasts seem to intensify. "You need to because you want to. You have always wanted to obey, you have just been lying to yourself." She took liberties in the kitchen, assuming that Henry would not want her to damage her body on the cold hard tile. Everywhere else she followed the spirit of his command, rising only to do those tasks that she could not do on her hands and knees. She drank almost a full pot of coffee to get herself prepared for the morning. She looked in on Henry a few times, but knew that he would not want to rise until Noon. Everything prepared she entered their room at 11:30 and waited by the door on her hands and knees, wearing a black thong and nothing else. Most of the pain from the night before had dulled, but the extended time on her knees was taking its toll on her, and her hanging breasts were still tender in spots. Henry stirred, and upon seeing her across the room smiled. He motioned for her to come to her. She started to crawl over, but he put up his hand and said, "Stop." She halted having only moved a foot or so, a confused look on her face. "Why are you crawling? Not that I mind seeing that first thing when I wake up." "You did not give me permission to rise." Her voice quavered when she said it, but she was not sure if that was because it shamed her to speak that way or because he didn't yet expect her to have remembered what she had been told to do. His smile became broader, and he laughed a bit. "I guess that little bit of discipline I gave you stuck." Ignoring his amusement in her humiliation, she looked down, "Yes, but I did rise briefly this morning." She couldn't believe she was telling him this, he would never have known. Why admit it when it would only earn her more pain. She knew it was wrong and she had internalized the lesson. She looked up in desperation, "It was only for ten seconds, I swear!" He was still smiling. "I believe you, don't worry about it. Just come here, but when you crawl for me, make sure you keep your hands forward enough that your tits drag on the floor." She nodded her understanding, and continued to make her way to him. He must have been in a good mood she thought, she was sure that her admission would earn her breasts more punishment. As she felt the rough carpet rubbing her nipples, she knew he still had no issue with torturing her tits. As she approached the bed, he swung his body to sit on the edge of the bed in front of her, looking down at her. The look on his face showed a passion she had not seen since they had first been married. She was filled with an exhilarating feeling, which broke her through to understand. She knew why she had admitted her disobedience; she wanted to be punished for what she had done. 'It doesn't matter if it was only ten seconds, it doesn't matter that he wasn't even there to see. I disobeyed him and I need to be punished.' More than that, she knew why Henry had ignored her admission. He was testing her, to see if she would accept what he said or would protest and ask to be reminded of her place. 'It is all a test. He wants to see if I really mean everything I have said. I should have known to stay on all fours. I should have known to drag my breasts on the floor. He wants me to confess and ask for punishment.' As she reached the side of the bed, she looked down and saw the belt that he had used to teach her the night before. Bowing her head, she grabbed it in her teeth and held it up to him. A quizzical look crossed his face as he took to belt. Looking down at the ground again, she breathed deeply and then slowly said, "You are kind to forgive my behavior this morning, but if you don't help me, I will never learn. Please correct my behavior." She felt his hand gently stroke the back of her neck. Later, Simone recalled that she could not tell if his caress had continued for fifteen seconds or an eternity. It was a wonderful mix of soft and loving movements combined with an odd firmness and strength that made it clear that she belonged to him. Finally, slowly he lifted her head to face him and reaching forward kissed her repeatedly, his lips moving down from her forehead till he finally reached her lips. As he pecked her lips, she felt them quake as they opened ever so slightly. "You know I love you?" he whispered. "Yes, I do". Her body seemed to move outside her control, her legs parting a few inches as her hands moved from her knees, around the outside of her thighs before finally resting on her ass. "You know that even when I hurt you, I still love you?" His fingers moved over her cheek, only the tips moving over her. "Yes, I do". Her voice was soft and wavering as her hands came together on the small of her back, her fingers interlocking. "You know you deserve this?" "Yes, I do". Her throat tightens as she spoke, and she thrust her chest forward as she closed her eyes. Her head jerked forward and back as Henry grabbed her firmly by her hair. The pain flashed through her more intensely than she had remembered. The belt came down alternating on each breast in rapid succession and she cried out each time. "Since four didn't do it last time," he said calmly as he held her panting frame up, "six seemed a good number. What do you think, all better now?" "Yes, I am sorry I disobeyed you, thank you for correcting me," she said breathlessly, "but I knew better than to crawl with my tits held up." "True, these udders were meant to drag on the floor when you crawl." He bent low and kissed each breast in turn, then without warning brought his belt down again on each, aiming and connecting with each of her nipples. She howled fiercely falling forward and clutching her chest as he released her. She lay trying to suppress any sounds as he walked around her. "I'm talking a shower, have lunch on the table when I get out there." As she made for the doorway, he shouted at her from the bathroom. "Oh, and you can stand up again." Simone rose quickly, grateful since even a few seconds of the rough carpet against her freshly whipped nipples were awful. She rushed to the kitchen and laid out Henry's meal. He came in, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, and without a word began eating. When she turned after placing his drink down, he grunted at her to get him the paper, sending her off with a hard slap on the ass. She returned handing it to him, surprised that he had already wolfed down his whole meal. He pulled her onto his lap as she approached. She sat still, leaning into him slightly as he played with her hair casually while he read. They sat like this for fifteen minutes. Simone sighed occasionally as she felt all the pain and tension escape her body as a feeling of euphoria began to permeate her. The contrast of the warmth of his hand and arm versus the colder areas where his clothing touched her naked body was exciting, reinforcing her nudity in his clothed presence. She was drifting away, almost in a trace like sleep when she heard Henry, his voice sounding like he was far away while still close to her in her confused state. Looking up she said, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I said get between my legs." He hadn't looked away from the paper. She slipped down from his lap, settling as best she could between him and the table legs. Her struggling to get into position must have annoyed him. He pushed her head to the side, "Jesus, just crawl around and get under the table. When I tell you to do something move!" She rushed to get under the table and then come around. Within moments she was back where she knew she now wanted to be, on her knees serving her husband. She was careful to look up at him as she sucked, even though he was ignoring her as he read the business section. He broke his silence only to grunt out "Here it comes, remember cunt, every drop down your throat." She fingered herself as she swallowed his load. She licked him clean as he pronounced that she had done better, but still had a long way to go. Once finished she remained on her knees under the table until he stood, placing the paper on the table. She followed him to the living room, finding him pulling his golf clubs from the closet. "So, last night at the party I took your advice. I arranged to play golf with Tony and some of his friends today. I need to leave in a bit. We are probably going drinking afterwards. I assume you don't mind if I stay out all night." "No, of course I don't. You go have fun. Do you want me to wait up for you?" "Hmm, well I will probably be pretty late." "If it's alright, I will sleep in the guest bedroom, that way I won't be a pain when you get in, and I can get ready in the morning without disturbing you." He set the bags down and approached her. Reaching in to kiss her cheek, he said "The sounds fine, maybe you can have lunch ready and come in to wake me around noon." "I would love to." She dropped her gaze and said softly, "And thank you again for correcting me this morning." His right hand came up to cup her breast gently, the fingers running over her nipple, while he cupped her ass with his left hand. Pulling her closer, he asked, "So think you would be ready for some fun on Sunday night, or was all this a bit rougher than you thought it would be?" Thoughts raced through her mind, the events of the last day flashing in front of her eyes. Part of her wanted to ask 'can't you just hold me and caress me and love me? Can't you just leave that whore of yours and be with me?' As she closed her eyes, lost inside the sensation of his fingers moving slowly over her, she saw the image of Dr. Ryan's eyes form in front of her. Finally she answered, "It was more than I expected, but it wasn't so bad. The only time you really hurt me was when you whipped my tits, and I brought that on myself." He smiled as she said that and she paused for moment trying to make sure she chose the right words. "You have said a couple of times that you were 'training' me. I think that is the right word. If you need to be rough to teach me lessons, I need to accept that the pain is something I need in order to learn how to be the wife you deserve." "So you don't mind this?" he said, smiling broadly as he smacked her ass hard twice in succession. "No" she said, closing her eyes. "How about this?" he asked as he began to pinching and twisting her nipple. She bit her lip as she spat out, "No that's fine." He twisted harder still, pulling down on her until she was bent over at the waist. He began to smack her ass, alternating between cheeks over and over again. "So then, maybe Sunday night we can try something new." When he released her, she was too unbalanced to hold her position and felt to the floor at his feet. She looked up at him, resisting the urge to massage her aching parts as she said, "I am looking forward to it." He laughed as he turned and walked towards the door. Picking up his clubs he bellowed, "See you Sunday, bitch." The second the door closed, Simone began to masturbate, not bothering to move from the place on the floor she had fallen from. She moaned softly as her frigged herself, eyes closed, her mind locked on the image of Henry's shoes walking away from her in total disregard for the pain and humiliation he had just given her. As she came, she twisted her right nipple until it matched the throbbing pain Henry had placed on the left one. She started to crawl off to bed, but found she didn't have the energy to make it. Curling into a fetal position on the floor she quickly fell into a deep sleep. She awoke on the living room floor with no sense of what time it was. She remembered not feeling like she could move after she had cum earlier that afternoon. Looking up she could tell it had been hours that she had been asleep, and the pain from her recent nipple torture and spanking had mostly subsided. She rose and took herself to the kitchen. As she made a small dinner for herself, she began to sob. Deep inside, she knew the truth. Henry wasn't going to be out drinking with his friends. He was planning to be out fucking his mistress. Here she was, a married woman on a Saturday night, and she was so unappealing that her husband decided to spend the evening with someone else. She ate in silence, and then went to the living room to watch some television. Flipping through the channels mindlessly, she thought about how much she wanted someone to talk to. She knew that there was no friend that she could call to discuss the dramatic turn that her life had taken. There was only one person that she could possible speak to about her husbands absence, or about his planned 'night of fun' on Sunday. Finally she went to the phone and dialed Dr. Ryan's office. Even if her counselor would not be in, leaving a message would let her say out loud the things she needed to say. She was shocked to hear Dr. Ryan answer the phone. "Dr. Ryan, I was planning on leaving a message, I didn't expect to find you at the office." "I'm not there. My answering service checks the caller id on incoming calls. They have a list of number to forward to my mobile regardless of the time, numbers for patients who are at critical stages such as you. Never mind that, what can I do for you?" "Nothing that can't wait till office hours, I am sorry to bother you." "Well we are talking now. Tell me what is going on." Simone paused, feeling guilty for a moment, and then suddenly launched into a full description of events since her return home with Henry on Friday. Dr. Ryan was silent during the long speech. "Well Simone that is a great deal of information, and It sounds like you have an interesting day ahead of you tomorrow. Actually, I think I am not far from your house. Give me directions, I will stop by for a quick drink and he can talk a bit." Simone gave directions to her house, and then rushed about to clean up a bit before Dr. Ryan arrived. When the doorbell rang, Simone gasped; she was still dressed in only a g-string. She rushed to the bedroom, threw on a silk robe and then ran back to the door. Putting any further thoughts of modesty aside, she opened the door to her home. Dr. Ryan stepped in, dressed in a long black dress with simple elegant jewelry. Her eyes scanned Simone's nearly nude form under the thin short robe as she closed the door behind her. "I hope you don't mind Dr. Ryan, I didn't think to dress before you arrived. I guess I have gotten used to dressing like this around the house." She felt her face redden in embarrassment. "No worry dear. Actually, I am happy to see that you have embraced dressing in ways that please Mr. Rand. Though I do think you probably would be considered over dressed if your husband was actually here." She walked past Simone, not even acknowledging that she had already caused her to blush slightly with that comment. "Lovely home, you are very lucky Simone." "Thank you. I guess you had plans tonight, am I very sorry to have disturbed you, I feel terrible." "Not at all, I have some time before I my plans begin for the evening. Lets sit and talk, but I would like a glass of wine." "Of course." Simone rushed to get a glass of merlot. Returning she found that Dr. Ryan had settled down in Henry's traditional spot on the couch. She handed her the glass, still feeling awkward, with her fat ass barely covered by the back of the robe and the tops of her even fatter udders on display before this finely dressed, elegant woman. "You seem a bit frazzled. Let me guess, is this where your husband generally sits?" "Yes actually it is." "I take it in the past few days you have served him quite a few drinks while he relaxed here." "Yes, I have." "I can tell from a lingering smell in the air that Mr. Rand has been smoking more?" Simone nodded. "I will speak to him about that, I don't think it is appropriate for a married man with a wife to care for to be risking his health." "Thank you". Simone was glad for that, she knew she was in no position to question his behavior, and it was clear that Henry took Dy. Ryan seriously. "Once you hand him his drink, where do you sit?" When Simone paused, Dr. Ryan said, pointing to the ground in front of her, "I suppose you kneel on the floor here." "Yes." Looking at Dr. Ryan now, she one again found she was captivated by her eyes. She began to slowly drop to her knees, and then hesitated. She let the robe slip off of her, leaving her covered in only the G-string before going down to her knees. Dr. Ryan's hand came forward to gently caress her face. She sat for a few minutes, petting Simone as she sipped her wine. Finally she spoke, "I must say you have come much further than I could have imagined in just a week." "Thank you, but I still have fear inside of me. I am terrified of what will happen tomorrow." "I think that is understandable. When we spoke earlier, I thought I heard just a bit of anger in your voice." Simone looked away. "Part of me," she said, and then paused. "Part of me still wonders why he can't be soft with me. Why can't he," she paused again, a single sob escaping her. Dr. Ryan lifted Simone's face toward her. She was silent again, and looking up, Simone felt that her stare was boring into her, as if the woman could navigate her mind and soul, baring her very essence as naked as her body. After a few minutes she spoke, "In your heart, you truly have come to understand your place. Once your mind has accepted the same, all you fear and anger will leave you. Only then will you find true happiness." "What is it then, what is it that my mind needs to accept so I can be happy?" Dr. Ryan's hands flowed down Simone's neck, tracing the lines down until the rested under her breasts. Lifting them slowly, she said "These are quite wonderful; it is no wonder that Mr. Rand is so intrigued by them. So large and yet so firm and magnificently shaped." Simone blushed, partly from the compliment, but mostly from the sensation of having a woman touch her in this manner. She had never had another woman touch her in even a remotely sexual way before. She hoped that she did not flinch much as Dr. Ryan traced her finger over Simone's right breast. "I can still see some marks from where he corrected you. I believe he used his belt on them?" "Yes, I misbehaved, so he had to correct me." "It is good that you can admit that, that you accept Mr. Rand has the right to discipline you. Tell me now, what is it that is really troubling you?" "It's just that ... Is there nothing else in life for me left except spending every moment of the day acting the slut for my own husband?" Simone looked imploringly at Dr. Ryan, bags under he eyes from a restless night. "I understand you feel taken advantage of, but for a time your life will be like this. You have acknowledged your own part in your marital problems. If necessary, you can think if all this as a form of penance, for a lack of a better word." "What about Henry! Doesn't have to do 'penance' for cheating on me? I'm not the one who decided to have an affair! Not to mention that you are making me pretend that he ended it! You know as well as I do that he is probably fucking his slut this very moment!" Saving a Marriage Ch. 08 Dr. Ryan's eyes became cold and dark. "Before we continue, I believe you owe me an apology. You should not raise your voice to me simply for trying to help you." This was a ridiculous situation; Simone was a fully-grown adult woman, kneeling almost nude in front of a woman she was paying to help her, and now was expected to apologize. Staring at Dr. Ryan, she could only last a few seconds before the power of her counselor's gaze caused her to look away. "I am sorry for raising my voice to you." "Please look at me when you speak to me Simone." Simone fought back tears as she whispered, "I am sorry for raising my voice to you." "Apology accepted. Now answering your question, Mr. Rand may be having an affair, but you are the reason that he is having the affair. You need to accept, once and for all, that you are to blame for the troubles in your marriage, not your husband. I need to hear you say that." Her throat tight, Simone whispered "I am blame for the troubles in my marriage, not my husband." Dr. Ryan smiled at her. "Good. I can see that coming here was well worth it. You are at a crucial point, as I said before." She leaned toward Simone, her hands returning to her breasts, resuming her light touches across the skin. She turned red, feeling herself grow wet under this constant touch. Dr. Ryan's hands drifted underneath her breasts, cupping and lifting them up. "I hate to repeat myself, but these really are quite wonderful. They seem quite sensitive. I wonder if Mr. Rand knows how much more sensitive they are compared to the average woman's." "I don't think he does." "Be sure not to tell him. Any mention of it might make him think twice about how he disciplines you, and I think you understand that he has the right to discipline you, doesn't he." "Yes, I understand that." "Good. You wouldn't want to make him reluctant to teach you lessons that you need, and he clearly finds torturing your nipples entertaining." Dr. Ryan's hands came up to her nipples, and though not as painfully as Henry had done earlier that day, began to pinch them. "Tell me Simone, is it possible that you enjoy the pain, even a little bit?" "No, I don't" "You know there is no shame in it if you do. Many women enjoy varying degrees of pain during sex." "No, I don't like the pain." "You have told me before how intense your orgasms were this week, during times that Henry was hurting you." "I am being truthful. If Henry never choked, pinched or struck me again, I would be happy." Her pussy was now sopping wet, the heat burning between her legs. It took all her effort to not completely humiliate herself and begin masturbating. "Except ..." "Except what? Except that it reminds you of those fantasies you had as a little girl, the one's you have been hiding from everyone including yourself? The desire you have always had for a strong man to come and take you away to be his?" Simone couldn't speak. She could barely keep eye contact with Dr. Ryan as she struggled to hide whatever it was about herself that made it so obvious to this beautiful monster that she was in fact hungry for the power her husband had displayed over her body and mind. "Looking at you, I can see how sexually charged you are now, just talking about it. I assume you can understand that if he finds hurting your nipples a form of relaxation, you should be happy to have them hurt, even if you don't enjoy the pain. Can you see what it is that made this week so intense, even pleasurable, for you?" Simone was silent, her eyes desperate. She wanted to just be told why she was cumming so hard when her husband abused her. She wanted to know where her marriage and her life were going. "You asked what is it that your mind needs to accept so you can be happy. The answer is simple. You need to accept that you are a submissive. You take pleasure not only in sex, but in serving your husbands needs. Do you understand what I am saying?" Simone stared up at Dr. Ryan. The heat between her legs was so intense it was becoming painful. She wanted so badly to begin frigging herself, to release all the tension she now felt. A tear was making its way down her face, and the confusion, sexual tension and humiliation combined to make her dizzy. She spat out, "Yes I understand." "Excellent, I am glad to hear you say that. However, you will recall the phrase I had you repeat a few days ago, what was it?" "'You told me to say, 'I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him.'" "Correct, but I think if you had truly embraced that statement, you would not be as confused as you are now. I think you have begun to explore how for a woman like you, negative re-enforcement can be an effective training tool. I would like to do an experiment. It is obvious that you have become quite charged during our talk. What I want you to do is begin to pleasure yourself. While you are doing that, I want you to look directly at me and repeat what I say, exactly as I say it. During this time, I will be applying some negative re-enforcement to help you internalize what you are saying. How does that sound?" "Yes ... please." Without warning, Dr. Ryan grabbed her nipples, and cruelly twisting, lifting Simone hefty breasts upward. Crying out, her hands flew between her legs, which were now spread out as far as she could keep them. "Now repeat 'I am a submissive." Rubbing her clit furiously, she cried out "I am a submissive." "I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him." With the intensity of the heat between her legs and of the pain coursing through her breasts were making her feel dizzy, Simone cried out "I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him." "I will think only of my husband's needs, never about my own." Simone repeated "I will think only of my husband's needs, never about my own." as the fingers of her right hand went deep into her pussy. "If my suffering gives him pleasure, it gives me pleasure as well." Simone heard herself moan out like a whore "If my suffering gives him pleasure, it gives me pleasure as well." as her orgasm hit. She rode the waves as Dr. Ryan twisted and pulled her tortured nubs more and more cruelly. When the bucking finally caused Dr. Ryan's fingers to lose grip, Simone fell over. She writhed like a wanton slut, in a cloud of pain and ecstasy, with no concern that that she was being watched. Opening her eyes, she saw that Dr. Ryan had stood up. Smiling down at her, she said, "I think your concerns are addressed now, aren't they?" Simone rose to her knees, her eyes down. "Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you." "Of course, I am here to help you. Now I really should be going, and I assume you will need to get to bed to prepare for tomorrow. I will see you Monday. I will give you one instruction; do not tell Mr. Rand that we met tonight." Simone nodded and then watched her counselor walk out the door. She remained kneeling on the floor for a good while, sobbing quietly as she massaged her sore breasts. Attempting to go to the door, she found herself unable to stand, though she did not know if it was a lack of strength or a lack of desire. Crawling to the door, she reached up and locked it, then crawled off to bed, careful to keep her large udders scrapping against the floor. Lying in bad she began to masturbate again, her mind repeating over and over. 'I am a submissive. I exist to serve my husband. The only true pleasure is the pleasure of serving him. I will think only of my husband's needs, never about my own. If my suffering gives him pleasure, it gives me pleasure as well.' Her closed her eyes as she came, and the image of Dr. Ryan's face was clear in her minds' eye, cold grey stare looking down on her, smile smirking with victory.