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Evil Slut Bride Ch. 01

By: PeterOmez



"Love is the beast who will tear out your heart,

Hungrily lick it and painfully pick it apart."

- Concrete Blonde

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My name's Mandy Thompson and, even though I'm only 23, I've been a married woman for four years. But as everyone I know can tell you, I am NOT a faithful wife, hahaha. And when I say "everyone", that includes my husband David (or Davey, as I call him). He's also 23, and I've been dating this poor dupe since we were 18. He wanted to go to college, but I talked him out of it because I wanted to get married as soon as possible. Why did I want to marry him when I had no intention of settling down, or being faithful to one guy? Well... I couldn't live with my parents forever, could I? And they wouldn't just let me live at home and support me while all I do is party! 

So I needed poor Davey to fall so hopelessly in love with me that I could count on him to keep a roof over my head and food in my refrigerator. That's all I need, and I can spend my days (and nights) partying with my friends and fucking whoever I want. Hahaha!

I know your next question, though: Why would Davey marry such a girl? Well... obviously he didn't know what he was in store for. I made him think I was old-fashioned and wanted him to the be the provider, and I would just be his little stay-at-home wifey. He couldn't resist that: the chance to feel like a big, strong man I was dependent on. So in our senior year of high school I gave him an ultimatum: Go ahead and apply to colleges and lose me as his girlfriend, or throw those applications away and plan on going right to work after graduation.

When I turned 18, I went on birth control so I could fuck guys without condoms. I never let Davey fuck me, though, because... well, that's not what an old-fashioned girl does, is it? Have sex before marriage?? NO! Hahaha.

We both graduated from high school, and then Davey started applying and interviewing for jobs. He went right to work that summer, saving up for us to get married, and get our own place. That was such a fun summer! Davey didn't have much time off. I made him get as much overtime as he could - on the grounds that we needed to save as much as possible, of course - but the real reason was so he'd be out of my hair and I could go to parties, ride around town with my friends, fuck HIS friends - hahahaha! - and go out dancing.

So my poor fiance really didn't see much of me that summer. A part of me wished they'd schedule him 7 days a week, 16 hours a day so I didn't have to see him at all, hahaha. But then, if he went too long without seeing me, the spell I was casting on him might wear off. So... some nights he'd call at, say, 8:00, and say he was about to get off work, so (I roll my eyes) I'd have to go spend a little time with him. 

One time he called when I was in the middle of giving a guy a blow job. I told the guy to be quiet 'cause my fiance was calling. In between speaking I continued to suck. This guy was really hot, and I really wanted to fuck him, so I told Davey I'd be there in 45 minutes. After hanging up, I got fucked rotten, then I hurriedly got dressed, and went to meet Davey with my pussy full of cum. 

I let Davey kiss me and feel me up while I messed around with my phone, texting and such. Then I asked Davey if he'd like to feel my pussy. I said, "Even though we can't have sex 'til we're married, I think it's OK if you touch my pussy." He eagerly agreed, and I let him slide his hand down into my panties. I let him start to finger me, and said, "Ohh. Do you feel how wet I am? Oh my god... I want sex so bad, don't you?"

"Hhhyes," he answered, breathlessly.

"Oh my god, I can't wait 'til we're married."

"Me too."

Next I had him scoop some juice out of my pussy and suck it off his finger. "Do you like that? Does that taste good?"

"Mmmm, yes." 

I almost burst out laughing, knowing that he was tasting not only my pussy juices, but some other man's cum, too. So I couldn't resist asking Davey, "Do you wanna lick my pussy?"

"I would love to," he said.

"OK, but I don't think you should be able to see it before we're married. Get something for me to blindfold you with first." He went and got a pair of black silk boxers, which was perfect, but I was surprised he had them. "Is this the kind of underwear you wear?"

"Well... sometimes. I bought a bunch of pairs of sexy boxers, because I thought you might like me in them. You know, once we're married, I mean."

I almost gagged at the thought of him trying to be sexy. He was a scrawny little wimp. But as much of a turn-off as that was, when I blindfolded him and pushed him to his knees in front of the sofa, and then held him by the ears and hair, and made him lick and suck my pussy, I got right back in the mood! I had the most incredible orgasm, knowing my stupid boyfriend was licking another man's cum from my slutty pussy, bahahaha! What a perfect duty for a little wimp like Davey.

Once I slipped my panties back up, and put my skirt back on, I took off Davey's blindfold and suggested we watch a movie. I planned to spend the time texting and wanted his mind to be occupied with something other than me, but I could still play the role of the good fiancee and have a little togetherness time with him. But of course, he was horny from licking my pussy and tried to keep the mood going, so he got back on the sofa and tried to kiss me. I pulled my head back and said, "Ew! You're not gonna try and put your lips on mine after they were just on my pussy, are you? Go wash your face. And brush your teeth. And use mouthwash!"

Of course I'd been kissed by lots of guys after they'd just gone down on me, but I avoided kissing Davey's stupid lips whenever possible. If I had to let him kiss me, I would ask him to just kiss my face and neck while I closed my eyes (so I wouldn't have to see him and could imagine some other guy, hahaha). I told him that was more erotic for me than kissing on the lips. 

I figured when he returned he was going to try to keep the mood going, so while he was in the bathroom, I got a great idea for how to get him out of it. As he came down the hall, I intercepted him and asked him to show me that underwear collection he'd bought. He opened a drawer and I saw there were tighty-whitey briefs in there, too. I said, "You know what, honey? It's sweet that you thought these boxers might be sexy on you, but if you're gonna spend money on stuff like that, it would make more sense for you to buy lingerie for me. In fact, I have an idea: Why don't I take these boxers, and I'll ask my girlfriends if they have some lingerie they'd want to trade. Then they can give these to their boyfriends." 

My poor little dupe agreed. Little did he know I had no intention of taking those boxers to my girlfriends for bartering; I was gonna give them as gifts to my boyfriends! Hahaha.

Besides, there was no reason for Davey to wear anything sexy. Tighty-whiteys were perfect for him, because he would never be anything but un-sexy to me.

Another night, when I blindfolded him and put him on his knees to lick another man's cum out of me, he tried to get frisky with me afterwards. I kept slapping him away, saying "Get off me, you horndog." He said, "Well, I was thinking... you know... um... I just went down on you, sooooo... maybe... you know, you could... return the favor?"

"What do you mean?" (Obviously I knew exactly what he meant.)

"Well, you know... um... we just had... um, oral.. sex... um... with you... you know, *receiving*... Maybe we could... um..."

I rared back, like I only just then understood what he meant. "Oh my god! Are you saying what I think you're saying??? You want me to, like... suck your...?"

"Well, yeah."

"Ew!! Noooo!!"

"Why not?"

"That's disgusting! Oh my god! How could you even ask me something like that?!"

"It's not disgusting. I just licked your, uh... you know, I just licked you down there."

"Yeah, but that's totally different, ewww! Oh my god! You're trying to get a *blow job* from me!? Eww. God, Davey, that's so degrading!" (Of course, I didn't think blow jobs were degrading at all - in general. I meant it would be degrading for me to suck *his* dick.)

"No, it isn't."

"YES, IT IS! Davey. It IS degrading! I can't believe you! Oh my god, Davey, don't you ever ask me to do something like that!"

"I don't... really... see the difference between-"

"There's a difference, Davey! There just is! Now... we need to stop talking about this 'cause you're starting to piss me off. I want you to apologize to me."

"Apologize?"

"Yes! Apologize. If you don't want me to leave right now, I want you to... as a matter of fact, get down on the floor, and.. go on, get on the floor, get off the sofa [I pushed him off]. Now kiss my feet, and say you're sorry for asking me to do such a disgusting thing. Apologize! Beg me to forgive you. And tell me how much you love me and how you'll never bother me with your perverted fantasies again."

For a minute, I almost thought I went too far, because I knew I was being totally ridiculous. But after staring at me in disbelief for a few seconds, the poor idiot did it! Hahaha! He kissed my feet and begged for forgiveness! He promised he'd never bother me with "perverted fantasies" again.

Of course, this whole charade was mostly designed to make him lose his confidence as far as trying to initiate any kind of sex with me. I knew as long as I could condition him to feel like he had no control over our sex life, I could make him into the perfect little pussywhipped hubby I would need to continue my lifestyle.

After I told him he was forgiven, I let him come back and join me on the sofa. I made him put a movie in. After a few minutes, he tried to continue the conversation, but I cut him off instantly and told him he'd barely gotten my forgiveness, and he was gonna fuck it up if he said another word about it. 

During the movie, he sat and sulked, and I knew he thought I'd been totally unfair. I knew I needed to do something that would set my hooks in him better, so I curled up to him and started being affectionate. Then I got a naughty look on my face, and seductively led him back to the bedroom.

I told him I was going to blindfold him and let him lick my pussy some more, but I wanted to lie on my stomach and have him slide up, on his stomach, between my legs, to lick me from behind. I knew he wouldn't refuse any kind of sexual activity, so of course he did it. I kept giving him instructions on how to lick: Faster, slower, long licks, quick little licks, higher, lower. Sometimes I would have him stop licking, and I would just grind my pussy on his face and nose.

I knew I must be driving him crazy with horniness, but at the same time, I was also driving some of my boyfriends crazy, because as I lay on my stomach getting serviced by my fiance, I was also sending texts. Hahahaha! Oh, I'm so bad!

Then I told Davey I wanted him to kiss my butt, and give it lots of sweet, loving kisses. I cooed while he kissed every part of it, for a long, long time. Gradually I got him comfortable with putting his mouth on my butt crack, kissing up and down its length, softly. Eventually I got him to kiss between my cheeks, then kiss my actual butthole, then lick my crack and butthole. Finally, I coaxed him into slipping his tongue into my butthole. He loved my reaction and felt that he was REALLY giving me pleasure. It did feel good, but mostly my pleasure was coming from knowing that tonguing my butthole would make him feel more and more submissive to me.

After well over an hour of this, I suddenly got up, and put my panties and skirt back on. I patted his head and said, "Stay here. I'll be right back." I went in the bathroom and turned on the fan so he wouldn't hear, and I called my friends to see what kind of clubbing or partying plans they had that night. After making arrangements to meet, I stepped out of the bathroom, but left the fan running, and shut the door. I went into the living room and then called out to Davey, "OK, honey, you can take the blindfold off and come out now!"

When he came to the living room, I figured he was probably still horny, and I hoped it would make his erection go away if I said, "Oh, you might want to stay out of the bathroom for a while, 'cause I just took a huge dump." Hahaha! He had never heard his "sweet, old-fashioned" fiancee talk about pooping before. He probably went soft instantly. Hahaha, I'm such an evil bitch.

"It's gettin' pretty late, hun, I'm gonna go so you can get to bed. I know you have to get up early tomorrow."

"Well, no, I'm OK, it's not too late."

"No, honey, get your rest, I'll see you tomorrow." Then I sidled up to him and acted like I was wild with desire for him. I said, "Oh my god, honey, I looooved what we just did back there. You really showed me how much you love me and how devoted to me you are. You were so loving with your tongue in my... well, you know. Mmmmm. I *loved* that! I'm gonna have to make you do that every day now." Then I broke away from him and patted him on the shoulder. "OK, hun. Good night, have a good day at work tomorrow." And almost before he could react, I was heading out the door. He tried to move toward me to prevent the evening from being over quite yet, but I darted out the door and was gone.

Davey and my mom took care of all the wedding plans. It was a perfect arrangement. You know how you see these shows on TV where the daughter is trying to plan her wedding, but the mother tries to change everything the daughter wants to do? Well, leaving my mother in charge of all those decisions prevented any of that. Maybe my mom had wanted certain things in her wedding and didn't get it. Now here was her chance to make it part of MY wedding. I'm such a considerate daughter, aren't I?

But the best benefit of working it this way was that my mom would take up part of Davey's time, leaving that time free for me to do what I wanted. Hahaha. Poor sucker had to sit at my parents' house at the dining room table with my mom for hours, looking at all kinds of books and brochures. Meanwhile I was in the back of some man's car behind a club, getting fucked from behind by him while going down on his buddy.

Ohhh God, I love sex. It is so much fun to dress up slutty and go into a dance club, and get on the floor and grind. I just do my thing, and here come the guys! They come from every direction to slide up against my body. And the ones I like best will get to have me wherever they want. Their car, the alley, their place, their girlfriend's place. Hahaha, I don't care. And soon they can have me at my place... when I have a place. I love making myself available, and I love a man to take control. I love not knowing ahead of time what he will want me to do. That's why I could never have sex with just one man. It would be too predictable, and it would just get boring. 

Sometimes a man will lure me from the club to a buddy's house, and bring me into some living room where several of his friends are waiting. He'll say, "I found this little slut at the club, and she is DOWN for anything, boys!" They'll all get up from a sofa and start to circle me, their eyes wide, and say, "Ohhhhh, really???" Then I'll feel hands all over me, and guys telling me, Stroke this, Lick this, Suck that, or On your knees, bitch. I love being a little sex slave for a roomful of hot, horny animals. Oh, God! So hot! I've even gotten fucked by some fat, old, or ugly men, who never could have succeeded in picking me up, but if their hot young friend picked me up and then forced me to service them, it would get me totally hot.

Other times a man will take me to his house or apartment, and wouldn't you know it, he'll have a wife or girlfriend who likes to abuse a little whore like me. He might join in or he might just watch, but several times I've ended up with my face held in some woman's thighs, or fucked by her with a strap-on. The best time was when I got double-teamed by a married couple, and he fucked me from behind while pushing my face into his wife's pussy.

Even though I was on the pill so I could fuck guys without a condom, no birth control is foolproof, so that was another reason I wanted to have a husband as soon as possible. By the time our wedding was close enough, I wasn't too worried. If I did get pregnant, everything would be OK as long as I wasn't showing before wedding day.

Davey and I live in Trentstown, which is big enough for me to have a lot of sex partners and not have absolutely everyone be aware that I'm such a slut. But still, it's not like we live in New York or something. So one day, one of Davey's co-workers, named Matt, noticed a picture of us he had on his desk. (Isn't that sweet?) Matt recognized me, because he had just picked me up in a club and fucked me the week before. So he asked Davey, "Who is that?" 

"That's my fiancee," Davey said, proudly.

"Oh. Really? Your fiancee? Hm. Well... congratulations, man. She's beautiful."

Then I ran into this guy a week or two later, in the same club. He spotted me on the dance floor, so he went all around the club to look for Davey, figuring if we were engaged, Davey would be there somewhere. When he couldn't find him, he came out on the floor, and came up to me.

"Hi."

"Hiiii," I drawled, smiling as I wagged my ass in his direction. Hahaha. 

"Where's your fiance?"

"My fiance?"

"Yeah. You know. David. David Thompson?"

"He's where he's supposed to be."

"Ha. And where is that?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well... I work with him."

"Oh, you work at Feedler?"

"Yeah."

"Cool." 

He didn't really know what to say, so I continued my sexy dancing. Before long he had his hands on my hips, and I grinded my ass into his crotch.

"Soooo... you go out dancing without him, huh?"

"Sometimes."

"Does he know you're here?"

"Hahaha. What do you care?"

"Well, it's just... you know... he seems like a good guy. I work with him. I'm just... lookin' out for one of my bros, you know."

"So you believe in... 'bros before hoes', huh?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"And you don't think your bro knows he's engaged to a hoe?" I smiled up at him, hoping my charm and cleverness would be enough to put this hoe first. Hahaha.

"Well... I kinda doubt it."

"Well, then," I asked, as I slid my hands up his chest, "What would I have to do to buy your silence?" 

At that point, he stopped dancing, put his hands on my hips, and took two steps back. He gave me the old stiff-arm, and held me away from him. Staring at me sternly for a moment, he let go, raised his hands up, and backed away. I stood making a pouty face, but after a few backward steps, he turned and walked off.

Damn! I thought. I started dancing again, but I was distracted. I thought, What is Matt gonna do now? Is he gonna try to warn Davey not to marry me? I spent a few minutes thinking of what I could do to get the jump on this guy, but then I realized, Davey probably wasn't going to believe any stories about me supposedly being a slut who's out there sleeping with everybody. He knew me as the sweet, wholesome, old-fashioned girl who didn't even have any lingerie, and who thought blow jobs were perverted. Hahahaha. 

Even if it got as far as Davey questioning me about what he'd heard, I could just pretend to be really hurt that people were spreading nasty rumors about me, and why are people so meeeaaannn!!?? That's sick that they would even make up stuff like that!

Plus by now, the wedding was close enough that if Davey decided to call it off, it would be a huge pain for him, it would be a big disappointment to our families, and he would be out a lot of money. So... I decided I was pretty safe. That night I ended up getting gang-banged. Hahaha!

I didn't wear an engagement ring because I had told Davey, before he proposed to me, that when he did propose, he shouldn't give me the ring. I told him I really wanted to be surprised by both rings at our actual wedding. Hahaha. Ohhhh... can you believe he fell for that bullshit? But then, men don't usually wear engagement rings, so why should I?


Evil Slut Bride Ch. 01



My friend Jenna is really into leather, and whips, and ropes, and all that S & M stuff. She was 25 when we met, during that summer before Davey and I married. I was 18 when I met Jenna, but then I was 19 by the time of the wedding. Anyway, she took a liking to me, and when she would talk about submissive guys, and how she dominated them, I was fascinated. It turned out she liked to dominate women, too, and when I told her about my Davey and how I was trying to turn him into a submissive little hubby who would do everything I wanted... so I could continue to do everything I wanted!... she responded in two different, but important ways. 

First of all, she agreed wholeheartedly that making your little wimp tongue your asshole is a great way to make him more submissive to you. And she had other ideas on how I could keep him right where I wanted him. (One of those ideas was GREAT! I'll get to that in a minute.)

The second response she had, when I told her all about me and Davey, is that she said I was a bad... bad... BAD girl for being such a complete slut behind my fiance's back. And I deserved some serious punishment! I laughed until I realized she was serious, and that night we went to her place, where she hog-tied me with some ropes and got out her riding crop and cat-o-nine tails. She whipped my ass, my tits, my pussy, and everywhere else on my body, while she made me say things like "I'm a little whore", and "I want to be a good girl for Jenna", over and over. She used lipstick to write WHORE and SLUT and CUM DUMP all over my body and face, and then she took pictures! After that she straddled my face and made me eat her pussy while promising to be good for her, and begging her not to show the pictures to anyone.

Oh my god, it was so hot, and after that night, Jenna would call me once every week or two, and make me come to her place for more punishment. We were sort of role-playing that I had no choice, but really I knew Jenna liked me and would never show those pictures. I thought she deleted the pictures, actually - it turned out she didn't - but I trusted her.

Jenna gave me the absolute best wedding gift ever! Not a literal wedding gift, and she gave it to me *before* the wedding... but she told me about something incredible: Chastity! She showed me something called chastity devices for men, something I didn't even know existed. She explained how they worked, showed me pictures of them online, and introduced me to a man who wore one. Jenna had lots of "playmates" (sorta like me, haha), and one was a man she kept a chastity device on. He was 44 years old, and married. His wife gave him very little sex, and he spent a lot of time masturbating. He wanted Jenna to put him in chastity and be the keyholder, so he couldn't masturbate without Jenna's permission. In return, Jenna would call him when she wanted to go shopping, and he would buy her shoes and outfits and such. She loved modeling them for him knowing he was horny, but her sexy posing would cause him discomfort when he got hard. Haha. 

I was amazed that the man would risk wearing this thing when his wife might discover it. What would happen if she got horny and wanted to have sex with her husband? Jenna said that the wife did indeed sometimes try to get something going with her husband, but he would say he didn't feel well, or he was really tired or something. She said he had a fantasy that she would either get fed up and divorce him, or she would discover the chastity, demand an explanation, and then be so pissed at him that she would demand he get the key from Jenna, so SHE could have it. And then he'd be at his wife's mercy! Jenna laughed telling me about this, and I laughed, too, but all at once I stopped, because one phrase she used hit me like a ton of bricks:

At his wife's mercy!

I stood up and raised my hands in the air, and my mouth was wide open. Jenna said, "What?"

"Oh my god. Oh my god. I just had the BEST idea! I have GOT to get Davey into one of those things once we're married. Oh my god. Jenna! Just think of it. If I've got his dicked locked up, and I have the key, and he doesn't know where it is... he will be totally... TOTALLY... at my mercy. I could go out at night, and leave him at home, without him even daring to complain... 'cause I'd have the key to his dick!" I put my hand over my still-wide-open mouth.

I dropped to my knees and pulled on Jenna's skirt. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Jenna. You HAVE to help me get a chastity device on Davey. Somehow. How do I do it, how do I do it?"

Jenna laughed, and reminded me what a bad, BAD girl I was. "I know," I said. "I'm a very bad girl, I'm a horrible, horrible girl. I know. Oh please please please help me get my husband in chastity. Pleeease."

Jenna acted like she needed convincing. "And whhhyyyyy... when, as you admit, you are SUCH a bad girl, would I help you do such a cruel, cruel thing to your devoted fiance?"

"Because I'm a good girl for you. I'm your good girl."

"Hahaha. And why does your poor, sweet fiance deserve to be so 'at your mercy', as you say?"

"Um... because... because he's a scrawny little wimp... who... who shouldn't be allowed to use his stupid little dick."

"Hahaha! Oh my. OK. Well... I didn't expect that, actually. But... sounds good to me. So if I help you do this... what is my good girl going to do for me?"

"Anything you want, I'll do anything!"

"No, don't tell me 'anything', give me specifics. What will you offer to do for me that you think I might like?"

"Um... well... um... I'll be your good little slut girl forever. I'll come running any time you call. Um... how about... you can have my little wimp of a hubby any time you want for one of your playtoys?"

"Hmmmm... That sounds pretty good."

"Please please please, will you do it? Pleeeease? Please help me lock up my fiance in chastity."

"Very well. I will do it. But I want something else, too. And this is not just for me, this will actually be good for you, too."

"Anything, anything."

"I want to be a bridesmaid at your wedding."

"Oh. Ummmmm... Hmmm. Well... the wedding is only two months away, and the wedding party is already all set."

"You couldn't add one more bridesmaid? See, here's the reason. It's not just that you're becoming one of my besties, though you are. But there's a very important reason here. You want a slave husband, right?"

I was still sitting back on my ankles, on the floor in front of her chair, and I tugged at her skirt as I said, "Yes. Yes, I do. I want a slave husband."

"OK, well... since he hasn't *agreed* to be your slave, you can expect there will be some resistance on his part. At first. Until he realizes he really is... at your mercy. From what you've told me, he is indeed born to be a slave. He does deserve to be at your mercy. He does. But... to get him to the point of acceptance faster, he needs to be made to feel as wimpy as possible. Now... after you two are married, he is certainly going to meet me, and eventually he's going to find out that I was in on this evil plan of yours. Having me as one of the *bridesmaids* will make him realize that even at his own wedding, not only did his sweet little fiancee know he was doomed to a life of slavery, but one of her girlfriends, one of the bridesmaids, knew it, too, and was in on it!"

"OK. So... how does that help?"

"It will reinforce to him the feeling that when it comes to pretty women, he is... he is just no match. He is a wimpy little powerless loser." She could read on my face that I didn't completely understand, so she said, "Trust me. When he realizes he's been duped by you and your evil girlfriend, and when he sees that you care much more about what I think than what he does, it will make him feel ohhhh so deliciously wimpy. By that point we will have the chastity device on him. So... he'll be fucked, hahaha!"

"OK, so... when does it go on him? And... how do we do it?"

"Very simple, my dear. You said the only sex he's getting right now is he licks your pussy and ass, blindfolded. Right?"

"Right."

"OK, so you've already told him no sex before you're married. So what you need to do now is find out if he's masturbating. Which he is. I guarantee it."

"OK. Why do I, what do I, uh..."

"Well... supposedly you think it's perverted to give a man a blow job, right?"

"Right."

"OK, so if he can accept that, then he'll buy the idea that you think a man masturbating is also perverted. You could say something like, 'Oh my god! YOU masturbate? *I* don't masturbate!' You could act like it just makes you sick to picture him pumping away at his penis when you're not even there. Oh! Here's an idea: You could grill him about whether he looks at porn when he masturbates... which he probably does. I can almost guarantee he does. And then you say, 'Oh my god!! I can't believe you!! You look at OTHER WOMEN while you're... ugh... jerking off??? That's just like cheating on me!!'" 

"Hahaha. Yes... yes... this is good."

"Hmmmm... I just had another idea. Um... how... uh, how open are you with your mom? I mean, do you talk to your mom about sexual things?"

"Uhhh... sometimes. Yeah."

"See, here's what I'm thinking: After you make him feel totally ashamed about masturbating to porn behind your back, you storm out and let him sweat for a day or two. He'll call you and beg you to forgive him, you don't return his calls, yada yada and so on... and then you come back to him with the chastity device. And he's gonna say, 'What the hell is THAT thing? Where did you even get something like that?' And YYYYOU sayyyy... that you told your MOM about how he's been cheating on you by being a disgusting pervert and jerking off to porn behind your back... and your MOM suggested a chastity device, that he has to wear until you two are married, is the perfect solution."

I clapped my hand over my open mouth and said, "Oh my gaaawwwwwwd. That's perfect!"

"Will that work? Would he buy that?"

"Yes! Yes! He would totally buy that!"

"So he'll believe that your mom..."

"Yes! Yes!"

"... is the one who suggested a..."

"Yes! Yes!" 

"OK."

"Ohhh my god, Jenna, you are a genius!"

"And youuuu... are a wicked, little girl."

"Yes. I am."

"Slide my panties off me, you wicked girl." I happily did, and then Jenna pulled my face into her pussy and made me lick her, calling me a "dirty, evil little slut". We were both really getting into it, when she suddenly scooted back, and I looked up, questioning.

"Oh... so... bridesmaid. Um... is there any chance of that?"

"I can ask my mom. She and Davey are doing all the planning."

"What? She and Davey? You're not doing anything?"

"No. Hahaha."

"Oh my god," she said, smiling at me, almost proudly. "You are soooo bad. Eat my pussy, you bad girl. And here. Here's your phone. Call your mom right now and lick my pussy while you ask her if I can be in your wedding."



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 02



My mom was hesitant to let a new friend she didn't even know be a bridesmaid, but I finally convinced her, provided she could find another groomsman, too. She said she'd discuss that with Davey. So after talking with Mom, I asked Jenna if I could call Davey about it, and promised to keep licking her pussy during that phone call, too. Needless to say, she loved the idea of getting head from a dupe, wimp loser's fiancee while she convinced him to allow into the wedding party the very woman who was plotting to turn him into a helpless slave. Hahaha! 

Later, Jenna and I discussed the whole plan further. Now I knew I could get a chastity device on Davey that he'd have to wear for about a month before the wedding, but what happens then? So Jenna asked, "Well... if you hadn't found out about chastity, what was your plan for the marriage? How did you plan to keep Davey devoted to you, when you knew damn well you were gonna, you know, keep being a party girl?"

I told Jenna I always assumed I'd have to have sex with Davey on our wedding night (ecch!) and then after that, I was going to try and just make sure he was working as much as possible, and I'd just try to put him off as much as I could, when he wanted sex. I'd have him eating my pussy and tonguing my butthole every night, and if I had to, I'd give him a quick handjob or something to keep him happy enough that he'd think our sex life was... good enough. I guess.

"Well ... that plan is OK," she said. "It *could* have worked, but... you still would have had to worry that at some point, he'd be frustrated and unsatisfied, and might look elsewhere for more excitement. Obviously, if he ended up cheating on you... which could happen because, see... while you're out doing your own thing and not paying attention to what he's doing, he could be starting up something with another woman. Then.... bam! He'd spring it on you that he's leaving you for her, and he wants a divorce. See? Very risky, because since you wouldn't have been doing anything to support yourself, if he divorced you, your meal ticket would be gone. Party's over.

"So.... chastity [at this point she smiled broadly] will make alllll the difference. Because like you said, when he's in chastity, he is totally, TOTALLY, at your mercy. He cannot leave you, when YOU have the key to his dick.

"So... eventually... I mean, you don't wanna tell him this right away... in fact, you probably don't wanna mention it until he threatens divorce, although I really, really, doubt he EVER will... but if he *does*, that's when you spring on him the idea that he can't leave you without saying goodbye to the key to the chastity device, and if he leaves you, he'll have to spend the rest of his life with his dick locked up. Which is probably bullshit, 'cause I'm sure there's some way to get those locks off without the key, but... still... he might believe it.

"And here's another thing: Under your plan you'd have been able to run around and be the little slut you are during the day, but what about at night, when he's home from work? You couldn't have just gone out any night you wanted, if he was going to be home, because, well... that's not what a good little wifey does! But... if his dick is locked up, and if he knows he can't control anything you do, you can go out any night you want, and leave him at home to do all the housework that you didn't do a damn bit of during the day. Hahahaha!"

I laughed, too, at this idea. I loved it! I kinda thought housework was going to be the price I'd have to pay for getting Davey to skip college and go right to work and be the sole provider. Now Jenna was making me realize I wouldn't even have to do that! And I could actually go out and leave my husband home alone! Oh my god! This was great!

"OK, so," I asked, "Are you saying... basically once I get the dick lock on him... that's it? He's just fucked? Like.... what? We have the wedding... um... I never have to fuck him... I just.... tell him, 'Sorry, hubby! [smile] Your dick's locked up forever now, so... get ready to be your wife's slave, and do all the housework, and not complain because I'm gonna go out any time I want and do what I want now'? Is that it?"

"Hahaha. Well... no, you can't just do that. You'll still have to ease him into it a little. I think on the wedding night, since, naturally, he'll be expecting sex, you'll want to string him along some more. Tell him how you don't want him to take you for granted now that you're married, and think he can just have sex with you any time he wants. He will have to try hard to please you first and show that he cares as much about your pleasure as he does his own. So make him eat your pussy, while he still has the chastity on, make him tongue your ass-- oh, and you should lie on your belly when he does that, because when you're facing away from him, it's less personal. It makes him feel more distant from you, makes you seem more powerful and makes him feel more wimpy."

"OK, good, good. Keep going."

"Make him slither off the edge of the bed, and kiss your feet, and then kiss your legs, and up to your ass, then make him do it again. And again. Then make him lick your pussy from behind, and make sure you have like three or four orgasms. After you have an orgasm, don't let him take his face away; tell him to keep it there and lick you softly in case you might want to get off again.

"You can keep him going like this for, like, two hours. He's gonna want intercourse so bad he'll do anything. But then you tell him, without even looking at him or getting up, that you're super-super tired, and you think you guys should get rested, 'cause it's been such a long day. Say, 'We don't have to have sex tonight, we have our whole lives.' And of course he'll whine, or try to say he wants you so bad, or whatever, so then you have him show you his locked-up dick, and you act really sympathetic: 'Awww... poor little guy. I know he's been waiting soooo long. But he can wait one more night, I know he can.' Then ask him if it hurts. He'll say yes. Then get an ice pack and make him put it on his balls. Then say, 'OK, come on, let's go to sleep.' But then get back on your belly and tell him you want him to tongue your asshole to relax you until you go to sleep. Tell him to keep the ice pack handy to put on his balls if they start to hurt while he's tonguing you. HahahaHAA!"

"OK, so then what do I do on the next night?"

"Are you guys going on a honeymoon?"

"Yes. Two weeks in Cancun."

"OK, so the first night you'll be ... what? in a hotel here?"

"Yes."

"Then fly to Cancun the next day?"

"Yes."

"OK, so on the honeymoon, you want to do all kinds of activities at the resort. Anything they have going on, you want to do it. You want to do all kinds of sightseeing, you wanna go shopping, you wanna go to the nightclubs, you wanna go to the beach, you wanna meet people... ALL that stuff. You wanna fill up every day with activities. And especially you want to do social stuff where you're mixing with other people. Basically you wanna make him feel almost alone, even though he's with you the whole time, 'cause you're socializing with the other people there. You know, you're makin' new frieeeeends, you're inviting people back to your hoteeeelll, you're inviting people to dinnnerrrr.... And Davey's gonna resist a lot of this, but you just say, 'Oh, come on, it'll be fun!' Then every night when you two get back to your room, you're both exhausted. And you wanna try to put off that first time having sex for several more nights if you can.

"Now, what's gonna happen eventually, and it might happen after just a couple nights, is he's gonna snap. First he'll be pleading to have sex with you, but at some point, he'll get really testy. He might even get mad and start yelling at you. Or... he might just start getting really bitchy, even during the day. So... you look for that, and when he starts coppin' an attitude, that's when you turn bitchy. You say, 'Oh my god, I can't believe you're being such an asshole on our honeymoon!' Then he'll feel sorry. Just keep bein' a bitch to him, and he'll feel like it's all his fault. Then you can be like, 'All right, fine! You wanna fuck me so bad, fine, let's go back to the room right now!' 

"He'll say, 'Honeyyyy, I just wanna make loooove to you', hahaha."

We both laughed, because I could totally picture Davey whining like that.

"When you do have sex with him... which you're gonna have to do, I'm afraid... you wanna make sure it's terrible."

"Oh, pff. It WILL be terrible, hahaha."

"Well, I mean, terrible for him. Really disappointing. And you want him to feel like it's all his fault. You know, you can say stuff like, 'You just wanna FUCK me like one of those women in that PORN you like to watch so much!'"

"Hahaha."

"Then you can soften a little bit, but you tell him that this first time, you want him to be handcuffed. I'll give you some cuffs to take with you. Tell him after you two have sex, you're going to put the chastity device back on him, because you're afraid if you just leave it off him, he'll start acting like an asshole again, and you won't have your husband treating you like that. He'll promise he won't, and yada yada, but you just say, 'Well, I don't know if I can trust you, so after we have sex, I'm putting this back on you.' Have him on his back on the bed, and cuff him or tie him or something -- I'll show you how to do bondage with ropes, too -- and then get on top of him... actually you'll probably want to ride his face and make you eat him out a while first, haha. Then fuck him, but do it slow, and finger yourself, and tell him to hold off from cumming until you have an orgasm. Close your eyes; don't look into his. And grind on him and finger yourself. And I'll bet the poor guy only lasts about two minutes, and he'll start cumming. You can open your eyes and act surprised, and pull yourself up, off his dick, and then you can be like, 'Oh my god! You're cumming already?!?' And act really annoyed. He'll be goin' nuts trying to finish his ejaculation, but you just kinda get pissed and make him think he totally blew it."

"Hahaha, oh my god. That is sooo mean. I love it!"

"Now here's the best part: If you think he can handle it, you should probably tell him, while he's still restrained and helpless, that since he blew his load so fast and made such a mess, and couldn't control his cum long enough to give you satisfying sex, that he should have to eat up his mess."

I clapped my hand over my laughing mouth.

"He might flatly refuse, but you can just say, 'OK. Fine. If you won't eat your cum now, you can just stay cuffed to the bed until you do. Hope you don't have to pee, 'cause I'm not untying you until you eat all that cum.' Sooner or later, he'll do it. When he does -- of course you'll have to feed it to him -- act like it's turning you on. Be like, 'Mmmm. This is kinda hot. I kinda like this.' That way you can start conditioning him to do really wimpy things because it makes you happy, makes you pleased. And believe me, the more wimpy he feels, the more he's gonna want to please you, and the more he wants to please you, the more you can make him do."

"Ohhh, my god. This is great. This is just awesome. I am totally doing all this."

That was four years ago, and today, I am the happily married Mrs. Mandy Thompson, and my poor hubby, Davey, is a humiliated, helpless, total little slave. Hahaha. How did I do it? Well, first I confronted him about the whole masturbating-to-porn thing, which he was indeed guilty of, and made him agonize over losing me for two days before telling him my mother advised me to lock up his dick. Then I slapped the cock cage on him with a month to go before our wedding day. Oh my god, I cannot tell you the amazing rush of power I felt when I snapped that lock shut! I actually creamed my panties looking at his helpless face as I slipped that key into my purse. Oh my god!

Then Davey and I had a lovely wedding ceremony planned by him and my mom, and Jenna played her part beautifully as the bridesmaid who made Davey feel like a silly little peon on his own wedding day, hahaha. He met her for the first time at the rehearsal dinner, and since she's a little taller than he is, the first thing she did after I introduced him was turn to me (right in front of Davey, mind you) and say, "He's kinda short, isn't he?" Every time he tried to be friendly to her, or make a joke, or say something clever to her, she just acted snobby and made him feel like an idiot. Hahaha, it was great. 

After the rehearsal dinner, Davey went off for his bachelor party, which was LAAAAME, lame! I insisted he and his buddies have a sci-fi movie marathon... at my parents' house! Hahaha! Meanwhile Jenna arranged two bachelorette parties, one at a male strip club with all my bridesmaids, and then one at her place with just me, her, and some of her (male and female) friends, where I was the centerpiece slut! She tied me up in the middle of the room and made me lick, suck, and fuck everyone there. All the men dumped their cum in me, or on me, wherever they wanted. The women mostly whipped me, though one did want her pussy licked. Oh my god, it was HOT!

Jenna arranged for one of the men to come to the church about an hour before the vows, and she ran interference and stood sentry by the door so he could take me into a room and make me his little slut. That way I'd have a pussy full of some other man's cum when I said "I do" to my husband. And of course I lied through my teeth about all those things I promised to do in the vows. And you know what? You already know I'm a bad, bad girl, so it won't surprise you when I say that lying to my new husband's face as he slipped the rings on my finger made me wet... WET!

In the hotel room that night, I did everything Jenna suggested, right down to the ice pack on poor Davey's balls. I think I felt tears on my ass when I had his face there so he could tongue my asshole until I fell asleep, while pressing an ice pack on his aching balls. Hahaha! Oh... and of course before that, when I had him lying on his belly and licking my pussy from behind, he had no clue he was slurping up someone else's cum from it. Hahahaha! Ohhhh, God, I love my life!

On the honeymoon, I followed all of Jenna's suggestions, driving my new hubby crazy with all the activities, none of which he wanted to do. Everything happened just like Jenna said, although, to my surprise, it took almost a week before his patience ran out. His first time fucking his new bride, he only got one squirt of cum in me before I freaked out, pulled myself off of him, and berated him for having so little control. He almost cried as he bucked up and down and pleaded for me to lower myself back down onto him. Hahaha! Hell, no. I made him eat his cum. You should have seen the pitiful look on his face, as he tried not to gag on it. He was saying, "Aww... honey, please... eww... awww... please... that's gross... awww... please don't make me do this." By the time I fed it all past his lips, he really was crying. 

When I put the chastity device back on him, I was very stern and told him that if it turned out I didn't want to have sex for the rest of the honeymoon, he'd better not complain. If he was not the most PATIENT, PERFECT gentleman to me for the rest of the time, then the cage would stay on him for two more weeks. And if he dared to complain, I would instantly add a third week. 

I said, "But if you're GOOD, and if you stop being a stick-in-the-mud and start having fun here in Cancun, then ... well... that improves your chances of ... you know... getting lucky. And maybe next time we won't have to do the handcuffs."

That worked beautifully. Obviously I knew damn well the cage was staying on until we got back home, no matter what. But I still overscheduled us like crazy for the second week, and pushed Davey as hard as I could. I was hoping he *would* snap, so I'd have an excuse to sentence him to two weeks, hahahaha!

Every night that week, my poor little loser of a hubby had to lie on his belly between my legs, eating my pussy to bring me off as many times as I wanted, and then tonguing my asshole until I went to sleep. The first two nights, I purposely woke up when he stopped, and I'd raise my head up and look back at him, as he was trying to slide up onto the bed beside me. I'd just say, "Ah-ah!" and point back at my ass, basically saying, "Where are you going? I'm not asleep yet. Get back where you belong." Hahaha!

On the third night I told him that he apparently couldn't tell whether I was asleep yet or not when he stopped tonguing my ass, so he should probably should just stay there all night, and he could use my butt for a pillow. Hahaha! I loved it. Oh, but I played the part of the sympathetic wifey each night, bringing him the ice pack in case his balls ached too much. Hahahaha!

If he hesitated on anything I told him to do, I would just raise my eyebrows as a warning, and he became totally compliant. He tried soooo hard to please me. Everything was coming along perfectly!

Back at home, we settled into the apartment Davey got for us. I told him I wanted us to buy a house as soon as possible, so he still needed to work as much overtime as he could. I made him explain to me how the overtime and scheduling worked at Feedler, and made him take me in there to meet his bosses and co-workers. I needed to see if there was any angle I could work to make sure Davey got the maximum amount of work available. I wanted to find out if there were certain people who had the most influence over the schedule. As far as Davey knew, though, I was just there to take an interest in his work and be an understanding wifey. Hahaha! 

Naturally I was super-friendly to all the men there. I was still a little worried about Davey's one co-worker, Matt, the one I'd fucked before he knew I was engaged. Apparently the guy never said anything to Davey, but the "Hey, bro, you're about to marry a cheating slut" conversation, that never happened, could easily become the "Hey, bro, you married a cheating slut" conversation that might. I knew eventually everyone at Feedler was gonna know Davey was married to a slut, but I needed that to happen on my terms, not someone else's. 

The first month of marriage I didn't sleep around with too many men, because I was actually a little scared of Davey finding out before I was ready for him to. I spent my days with Jenna usually, so obviously I was cheating on Davey with her, hahaha. But Jenna and I needed a plan to prepare Davey for finding out about my slutty ways. We also agreed that at first, I should be home most evenings. I did all the housework for about the first week, and I'd cook a nice, hot supper for when Davey came home. We'd eat together, and I'd ask him to help me with the dishes afterward. We'd talk about his day at work, and I'd act like I gave a shit. Hahaha.

I made Davey eat my pussy and tongue my asshole each night. And each night I brought the ice pack, which to him was like me saying, "We're not going to have sex tonight, and I'm not taking your cage off." That way, hopefully, he would decide not to ask. On about the fourth night, when he saw the ice pack, he said, "Honey?"

"Yes, Davey?"

"You know I love you so much, more than anything in the world, right?"

"I think so. I hope so."

"I do. I do. I want sooo much for you to be happy. And I know I haven't always been as patient as I should, but I've been trying sooo hard to... to be patient, and... and understanding about--"

"You mean you've been trying so hard to be a good boy? Say that. Trying hard to be a good boy."

I threw him a little off-balance with that, hahaha. He gave me a puzzled look for a minute, but then he said it. "Yes. A, uh... a good boy. But--"

"No, I mean... say: I've been trying really hard to be a good boy for you. Say that."




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 02



"Um... OK... I've been trying really hard to be a good boy for you. But... um... it's been almost two weeks now since... since, um.... we tried to... um, tried to ... you know, make love, and ... we never did try again in Cancun, *and that's OK!* That's OK.. it's just, uh...."

"Ugh. Are you trying to demand sex from me tonight?"

"No! No! Not 'demand'. No, it's just--"

"What did you think, Davey, that once you married me you were gonna just get to use me any time to get your rocks off, like I'm one of those sluts in the porn you love so much!?"

"Honey, no! No, it's not like that at all."

"You know what? Jenna warned me this would happen!"

"Jenna?? What are you talking about?"

"Jenna warned me you were the kind of guy who would treat his wife like... just some kind of sex slave!"

"What!??"

"She said, 'Guys who don't want their wives to work want them to just depend on them for everything, and cook their food, and clean their house, and in return for putting a roof over their head, want them to just drop on their back and spread their legs for him any time he feels like it'!"

"Honey, you know I'm not--"

"You're not like that? Is that what you're gonna tell me? OK, so tell me this: If you love me so much, and care about me so much, and you're not just in it for sex, then how come you couldn't control yourself from looking at God-knows-how-many women in porn videos the whole time we were engaged!?"

"But honey... looking at porn is not that unusual, and--"

"Oh my god, Davey, you are NOT gonna try to justify your porn addiction by talking about what *other* guys do! I thought you were different, Davey! I thought you could be trusted! I thought you were the faithful type! It's not that you were ... masturbating... as disgusting as that is, but *that* I could at least forgive... it's that to get your sexual pleasure, you couldn't just close your eyes and fantasize about me! You had to look at OTHER women!"

I made myself cry at this point, and let Davey blather on trying to apologize, or justify himself. But then I just tossed a pillow at his head and said, "Just... just leave me alone right now! Just go sleep on the couch tonight!" I went face down into my pillow, crying. When he tried to approach me, I yelled, "Just go!!"

After he left the room, I got up and slammed the bedroom door. After a couple of minutes, I opened it, to make him think I was gonna come into the living room and make nice. Instead I brought a dusty, ratty blanket we had used as a mat when we moved, and some clothes he could wear to work the next day, and tossed them at him. I told him not to come into the bedroom tonight, and don't bother me in the morning, either.

I did that because I really *didn't* want him to come back in the bedroom... because of what I couldn't wait to do next. Just to be sure, I locked the bedroom door. I turned out the light so even if he came to the door, he wouldn't see any light under it. Then I took my phone into our closet, shut the door and sat on the floor. I called Jenna, and spoke quietly, but I couldn't WAIT to tell her what I'd done to my poor, wimpy hubby that night. We laughed our ASSES off! She said, "You did good, kid. That was perfect."

I almost felt bad for Davey the next day, and I actually did wake up while he was getting ready for work. But I stayed in the bedroom, to carry out the torture on his poor lovesick heart. Hahaha. I waited until he went to work, and then I got dressed so I could go straight to Jenna's. I ignored hubby's phone calls all day. But I did appreciate that he gave me so many orgasms. Confused? Well, Jenna and I played with each other, with hitachis and dildos, and her ropes and whips and such, and we kept my phone nearby. Every time Davey called, we'd look at the screen and laugh: There he is again, hahaha. Poooor guy, awwww. Then we'd listen to the pitiful, apologetic message he left, and both laugh. It got us so hot to know we were breaking him down together, and we would make each other, and ourselves, cum again! Before I left her place, I fished in my purse and found a little something I wanted her to hold onto for me, for the time being.

I made a really nice meal for when Davey got home, and I lit candles and put on some soft music. As soon as he hit the door and tried to speak, I put my finger to his lips and said, "Shhh." I turned my cheek for him to kiss me, and then I led him to the table for him to sit. I didn't act sweet or affectionate at all. I played it stone-faced. But at least I made him think, since I wasn't acting angry, things were probably OK.

I didn't let him say any of the stuff he'd probably rolled around his mind all day. I made small talk. I'd say, "Do you like the chicken? It's pretty good, huh?" Or, "So tell me about what happened at work today." Every time he tried to turn the subject to whatever little speech he had prepared (starting with "Look.. honey..."), I'd say, "Ah-ah... shhh... let's just enjoy our dinner." 

After dinner, I told him I would clean up the kitchen and do the dishes, and I wanted him to light candles in the living room, and go to the couch, and just relax, and wait for me. He might have thought I was setting the scene for us to finally "make love" (ack!) and, to tell the truth, I kinda hoped he *did* think that. Because it would make what was going to happen so much sweeter... for me! Hahaha!

After making him wait for 30 or 40 minutes, I passed through the living room and said, "Don't go anywhere", then I went to the bedroom to change into some sexy lingerie. I came back and sat beside him on the sofa and loosened a couple of buttons on his shirt. I caressed his hair a little and ran my finger along his upper chest. When he leaned toward me to kiss me, I just pulled my head back. I hadn't smiled; I still wore my stone face.

I quickly patted his crotch and said, "I have an idea for how we can let this guy out to play a little." 

"OK."

"I know I was... kind of a bitch last night. I'm sorry."

"It's OK, honey, I--"

"Shhhhhh. Shh. Just .... just let me... let me talk. You are right. You have been very patient, so ... maybe I .... well... here's the thing: When I woke up today, and you were gone, I felt bad for you... I mean, even though I DON'T think I was totally wrong. Actually, I think I was mostly right, but... I mean... I don't know, maybe I was just a little too harsh... ANYWAY... I felt like I needed some advice, so I went over to Jenna's today, and... you know, I told her all about everything..."

At that, he carefully asked, "You told Jenna.... what did youuuu... um, what did you... tell Jenna?"

"Well, you know... how when I took your cage off that one night, so we could have sex for the first time--"

"Wait... uh... you told her about.... about the ... the cage?"

"Yeah, you know, I--"

"Well, wait. Wait. Ummmm.... you told Jenna that you... you have my... my, uh... penis... in a chastity cage?"

"Yeah, of course. Jenna's my friend, of course I told her. She already knew, she's known since I put it on you."

I could tell he was mortified to find that out. Hahaha! Oh my god, this was so much fun.

"Women tell each other everything," I said. "Of course Jenna knows. She knows. Mom knows. All my bridesmaids knew..." That was actually a total lie. Only Jenna knew.

"Oh my god," Davey said, sighing and slapping his hand to his forehead.

"What? It's no big deal. Why shouldn't they know?"

"I just... *sighhhh* Honey... I don't want all kinds of people to know personal stuff like that."

I sighed and acted annoyed. "Ya knowwww...."

"Well, honey, it's... I mean... it's kind of embarrassing, you know?"

"What's embarrassing? That you want to be a good boy for your wife, and so, you were willing to put your penis... by the way, a wonderful, WONDERFUL thing to do to show how much you love me.. you were willing to let me put your penis in chastity so I'd know I could trust you. Why should you be embarrassed about that!? That is ... the most AMAZING kind of sacrifice. That is ... just ... wonderful."

"Well, I mean, it's just... so personal, I just don't--"

"OK... are you gonna let me finish, and tell about talking to Jenna, or..."

"OK, OK... I'm sorry. Go ahead."

"So... LIKE, I was saying! ... I went over to Jenna's, and I told her how when I unlocked you that night in Cancun, so we could have sex... how ... it was .... just ... horrible! and how youuuu, like... couldn't even last like two seconds inside me, and I didn't even get to finish bringing myself off, before you just like.... ecch... started squirting...."

I was looking out into the distance as I said these things, but whenever I glanced at Davey, I could tell he was TOTALLY embarrassed to think of Jenna hearing about his sexual failures. Hahaha. I almost wanted to laugh, but I had to keep hammering my doomed little wimp. I had to break him down. I had to get him to the point where he felt like a complete loser who couldn't do anything right. That way, he'd stop trying to figure out on his own what to do to make me happy. That way, he'd be ready to just do anything I said.

"So... I told her I wasn't really looking forward to trying it again. I was kinda... like... dreading it. So... I've probably been unfair to you giving you... NO pleasure... at ALL ... because I didn't wanna have sex. But Jenna said, and this makes a lot of sense, I think, that first of all, since we have our whole lives together, if you really love me like you say you do, you should be willing to wait until I'm really ready. You should be willing to wait as long as it takes for me to feel comfortable. Whether that's a week, or a month, or even a year!"

Davey gasped at that part, and started to speak. I cut him off: "I'm not SAAAYYing it will be that long, I'm just making a point. Let me finish. So first of all, you should be willing to wait, because we have all the time in the world, and second of all, if you think about it, you should NEVER really have the freedom to decide, 'OK, we're gonna have sex now.' I mean, it should ALWAYS be the wife who decides how much sex there is, and how to have sex... I mean like, you know, what positiooooon, or... what room it's iiiiiin, or... what time of daaayyyy... whether hubby is allowed to seeee, or whether he's blindfollldeeeed. Basically the wife should always be the one who decides everything, because... OK, you know the saying, 'Happy wife, happy life'?"

He nodded.

"Well, basically what Jenna says, and I agree, is that if the hubby thinks HE can be in control of anything, when it comes to sex, then instead of always being full of desire for his wife, instead of always adoring her every minute of every day, he will just think, 'Oh... I feel like getting my dick sucked.. here's my wife, she'll do it.' And then, if he gets exactly what he wants, then he'll be like, 'OK. I got my rocks off. I think I'll have a beer, and watch TV, and ignore her. What's that, honey? Why don't you make yourself useful, and go scrub the kitchen floor.'"

Davey was sort of shaking his head at this point, and when he scoffed a little, I said, "Ohhh, OK, this probably just sounds like a bunch of bullshit to you, but ... to me I think it makes perfect sense. I think Jenna is absolutely right."

" *Sigh*... Has Jenna been married?"

"That doesn't make any difference! I can tell you one thing, she's been around the block a lot more times than YOU have!"

"Yeah, I bet," he said, sarcastically.

"Oh. My. God. Did you just diss my best friend?"

"Well--"

"OK, you better just stop. Right there. You better just shut it. I *thought* you wanted to listen -- withOUT interrupting -- to hear how you might get that dick-lock off and *maybe* actually do something to please me, but--"

At this point, he almost cried, and he slunk off the couch to his knees in front of me. "I do, I do!" he said. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to... I'm, I'm... "

"You're trying to be a good boy?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

He sniveled, but said it: "I'm ... trying to be a good boy."

"Good. Let me finish, then. You can stay there, though. I like you down there, that's good. Anyway... " When he tried to put his hands on my bare legs as he looked up at me, pleadingly, I took his wrists and moved his hands aside, laying them on the sofa cushion on either side of me. "Here, just... just put those here. Anyway, Jenna and I came up with some rules for our sex life. And I think these will really, REALLY, help us. Are you ready to hear them?"

"OK."

"Are you ready to follow them?"

"Well... I ... haven't heard them yet."

I put my hand up. "Are you ready to be a good boy and follow the rules I'm about to tell you about, to make our sex life good?"

Silence. 

I huffed. "OK... you know what, this is probably a good time to tell you that I left the key to your dick-lock over at Jenna's place, on purpose, for her to hold onto until you and I had this conversation."

"What!!??"

"You heard me."

"Oh my g-- ... wh.... why would you do THAT?"

"Because Jenna didn't trust me to not cave into you when you started begging, or if you started arguing, or getting all pissed off and acting like an asshole, when you heard the rules. And you haven't even heard the rules, and you're already acting like an asshole. So Jenna was ... RIGHT... AGAAAINNNN."

"Honey...." Poor Davey started rocking forward and back in exasperation. Hahaha. He didn't know what to do.

"Yes? ... 'Honey' what?"

He sat on his heels and just looked at me, pleading, and sighing. He put his head down, and shook it. Then he started to cry. Not sobbing, but tears were in his eyes. He shook his head, in total disbelief that all this was happening not even three weeks after tying the knot with the scheming, conniving bitch in front of him, who he had the lousy fortune to fall in love with. Hahaha. Ohhh. Poor Davey.

Finally, he let out a long sigh. "OK," he said. "Just tell me the rules. I'm ready to hear them."

"Uhhh, you're forgetting something. 'Just tell me the rules'? Kinda being... a little bit of a prick there, aren't you? "

"I'm sorry."

"Wanna try again?"

"OK. Please... tell me the rules. I'm ready."

"No, dumbass."

"Ugh. Honey," he whined.

"I believe what I asked you was, Are you ready to follow the rules I'm gonna set, so that we can have a good sex life in our marriage?"

"Yes. Yes."

"So *tell* me!"

"I'm ready to follow the rules you're gonna set."

"There's more," I huffed, bitchily.

"I'm ready to foll--"

"Say, 'I'm ready to be a good boy and follow all the rules you set, now and forever, for our sex life, so we can have a good marriage.'" Hahaha. I know. You noticed, too, huh? I changed the wording a little to set it up so he'd be trapped by his promise, to follow all my rules... so we can have a good *marriage*. The good sex life was really only gonna apply to me. And I was trying to lock him in, not only to the rules he was about to hear tonight, but any rules I might decide to add in the future. Hahaha. Ohhhh, I'm good. True, Jenna is an excellent teacher, but even on my own, I'm gooood.

"I'm ready... to be a good boy, and... follow all ... um...."

"The rules you set, now and forever, for our sex life, so we can have a good marriage, start over."

"I'm ready... to be a good boy and follow ... all the rules you set... now and forever, for our sex life... so we can... have a good marriage."



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 03



REVIEW: 19-year-old newlyweds David and Mandy Thompson have been married only three weeks. A month before the wedding, Mandy freaked out on David for jacking off to porn, claiming the practice to be equivalent to infidelity. To prevent further offenses, she locked poor David's dick in a chastity device which she claimed was her mother's suggestion. But in actuality, the cock cage was just one element of a grand scheme, masterminded by Mandy and her 26-year-old mentor and bridesmaid, Jenna, designed to lead "Davey" down a path to complete servitude.

On his wedding night, Davey gave his new bride hours of oral pleasure (not knowing he was cleaning another man's cum from Mandy's pussy) but did not get his chastity cage unlocked to consummate the marriage. After a full week of Mandy denying him sexual pleasure (but taking plenty from his tongue), and burdening him with a full schedule of social activities on the honeymoon, David's patience ran out. Mandy grudgingly allowed sex, with him tied down, and her on top. Poor David enjoyed a single contraction of his penis inside his new wife before she lifted herself off, berated him for his lack of control, forced him to eat his ejaculate, and locked him in chastity again.

Two weeks later, and home from the honeymoon, David has licked Mandy's pussy and tongued her butthole every night, for as long as she wants, but she has not yet freed his poor, frustrated dick from its cage. She keeps speaking of "being a good boy", which David is trying very hard to do. Now, tonight, Mandy tells her new husband that she and Jenna have come up with some rules for him to follow to ensure that they have a good marriage. David feels he has no choice but to make Mandy the following promise: 

***

"I'm ready... to be a good boy and follow ... all the rules you set... now and forever, for our sex life... so we can... have a good marriage."

"Very good! OK... first of all, except for when I unlock it temporarily, you will wear your chastity device all the time from now on, for the rest of your life. It was just gonna be on for that month before the wedding, but now, thanks to Jenna, I realize it needs to be on all the time unless I decide to take it off, for... you know, for a specific purpose. If you think about it, what do you need your penis free for if you're not... you know, if there's not anything sexual going on. You can still pee, you can still do everything else, so there's no reason your penis shouldn't be locked up.

"Second, it will always be MY idea to unlock your cage to let your penis out. You are not allowed to ever ask, you are not allowed to say anything about how long it's been on, you're never allowed to complain, you're not allowed to talk about how horny you are, or how much your balls ache, or any of that. Your job as a husband is to put my needs and my pleasure first, and you'll do anything I ask you, for as long as I want, whether it be for hours, or days, or weeks, or months - again, NOT saying it will be that long - thinking only about my pleasure, without any kind of complaining about your penis cage.

"If you ever break this rule, if you ever ask me to unlock it, or try some... you know... sneaky way of hinting about how long you've been locked in it since last time... you know, anything like that, I will go over to the calendar on the wall and mark the day, one month from then! which will be the first chance you have to get unlocked. In other words, the penalty for breaking this rule will be to just doom yourself to at least another month locked up."

As I continued, I couldn't help but savor the helpless, horrified look on my new hubby's face. Hahahaha! Ohhh, I had no idea married life would be so amazing!

"Third rule: Like I said before, the wife should be able to decide when and if there is any sex, when it happens, how it happens, all that. The hubby should have NO say. No say at all." I paused a minute to stare Davey down and dare him to object to that idea. There was pain on his face, but he didn't say a word. I nodded, and said, "Good boy. So... you are never allowed to ask for sex, or mention sex, or suggest anything. Unless it's my idea, you are to just talk about other things... actually, come to think of it, it's probably safer for you not to talk unless I've started a subject... but anyway... Also you are not allowed to try and kiss me, or even touch me. In fact, even if I touch you, you shouldn't touch me back unless I move your hands onto me [which I didn't intend to do], or ask you to touch me [again, that wasn't gonna happen].

"OK, now... finally... you're probably wondering about that penis cage, although now you know you're not allowed to ask about it. Well, like I said, I gave Jenna the key to keep for now, and she said she wasn't giving it back until she was satisfied that you could be a good boy and agree to the rules and not be an asshole. So... tomorrow I'll go to her place again, and we'll talk some more, and see if she thinks it's OK for me to have the key back. If so... great. I promise you I will unlock you tomorrow night so your... your, uh, penis..." 

I waved my hand in a dismissive gesture toward his stupid little pecker, hahaha.

"... can squirt. But... I'm telling you right now, I'm going to handcuff you again, and I'm not letting you put that inside me. I will let you cum, but again this time, you're gonna have to eat up your mess." I smiled. "'Cause I loved that. I thought that was really hot.

"But if she is not satisfied, and she won't give me the key, then tomorrow night we'll discuss why, and we'll see what she says we have to do... you know, for me to... get the key back."

Jenna predicted he would object to the idea that SHE should be the judge of whether we set satisfactory rules for our sex life, but guess what? He didn't even try to go there. Poor Davey had nothing to say. He was defeated. At least for now. Of course, he still didn't know I had much farther to take him if I was gonna succeed in making him my total slave hubby. One who not only did all the work, but who also had to suffer through the humiliation of learning his wife was a total, unfaithful slut, who played him for an absolute fool and felt no remorse whatsoever over it! Hahaha! 

Since he was clearly of no mind to argue about any of these new rules tonight, I made him get naked, blow out the living room candles, and follow me to the bedroom - after he swung by the freezer to get his ice pack, hahaha! I had the most wonderful night of sex in our bed that night - "sex" meaning grinding my pussy all over Davey's face, making him lick me furiously, trying desperately to please me, and finally getting us into my favorite position of both of us lying on our stomachs: me, relaxing and enjoying his tongue in my butthole, and him, slavishly licking while holding an ice pack to his aching balls, silently groaning and not allowed to breathe a word of complaint. Naturally, I told him he should stay in that position all night. I loved knowing he would never really be able to get comfortable sleep that way, because unlike the king-sized bed we had in Cancun, our bed was too short for him to lie with his head on my ass without his calves hanging over the edge. So he would have to keep bending one leg, and then the other, all night long, or have both his legs fully extended and lose circulation to his feet. Or he could try and bend his heels back over his butt and try to fall asleep that way. Hahaha, good luck. It made me so hot to know I would be fast asleep while he fidgeted and only slept in snatches all night long.

The next day Jenna and I tried to figure out if I should take the key home with me that night or not. Should we trump up some story about how Jenna thought we weren't ready, so we could make Davey wait at least another day to be unlocked? Or should we go ahead and make him squirt his goo and eat it that night? We decided that since we made so much progress the night before, and he accepted everything so well (maybe not so well in his mind, but at least by giving up arguing), maybe it would discourage him too much if we made him wait any longer. He was as much of a "good boy", the night before, as we could have expected. We could tell him that Jenna was very pleased to hear about it. Just like with the whole bridesmaid thing, Jenna reinforced how important it was that Davey feel intimidated by her, and completely powerless and wimpy at the mere mention of her name.

So when Davey came home that night, I didn't greet him at the door, but I made sure I was standing at the kitchen sink wearing only a summer dress, with no shoes or panties on. I filled the sink with dishwater, put one dish in, and waited for him to come in. Then when he came in and said hello, I started washing the one dish. He came into the kitchen, and without realizing he was about to break one of my rules, he came up beside me so he could kiss me on the cheek. I stopped him with a glare, and said, "Ah-ah... you're not going to try and kiss me, are you? Remember, we agreed: You're not allowed to try and touch me or kiss me."

He slumped his shoulders and stood feeling helpless, wanting to show his new bride some kind of affection, but she was rejecting it, and we'd only been home from the honeymoon a week! Haha. But I said, "You know what would be nice? I'd really like it if you'd kiss me... here," and I pointed to my butt. "Why don't you get on your knees, and put your face under my dress, and give me some kisses there. I'd really like that. Kiss me under my dress - don't touch me with your hands - and tell me how much you love me while you do it." 

When he got his head under and started kissing my butt cheeks, he said, "Ohhh Mandy, I love you sooo much. I love you so much. You're my whole world, I love you more than anything in the world." 

I said, "Did you notice I don't have any panties on?" I bent myself forward a little so the most likely target for his mouth would be my asshole, and told him I'd really like it if he kissed me right on my butthole, and then put his tongue in there, too.

I stood above him smiling from ear to ear, so pleased with how well I was grooming my doomed little hubby for slavery to me. After making him tongue my asshole for a while, I rinsed the one and only dish I'd washed, put it in the drainer, and said, "You know what, hun? You think you could finish up these dishes for me? I've had a long day. I thought we could just ... I don't know ... order a pizza or something. That doesn't really sound good to me, though. I don't know. Maybe you could think of something to cook us tonight, but I'm just not really up to it."

"Sure. Sure. I can finish up those dishes."

"I just need to relax a little."

"Sure, that's no problem. Maybe I could ... you want me to make some spaghetti?"

"Would you? That'd be great."

"Sure. Sure."

While I plopped my ass on the couch and got lazy in front of the TV, my new hubby finished the dishes I had all day to do, and then made our supper. At one point, I said, "Davey, bring me something to drink."

"Sure, hun." He brought me a drink, which I accepted from his hand without looking away from the TV or saying anything. I needed to test him to see if he'd insist on little niceties. If he dared to mutter something like "a thank you would be nice", I was ready to freak out on him. But, to my delight, he cheerfully accepted me ignoring him. Hahaha. I'm such a bitch.

This was good, this was really good. The only thing that would make it better is if I could go to the bedroom and get slutted up for a night at the club, and leave my hubby to chores. Hahaha! Patience, I told myself.

When supper was ready, we sat at the dining table across from each other. I kept my mouth shut and waited for the awkwardness of the silence to make him try and start a conversation. After a few minutes, he said, "So um... I guess you... talked to Jenna again today?"

I glared at him and said, "Are you bringing up Jenna because you're trying to find out if your dick is going to get unlocked tonight? Because I thought I made it clear you are not to even hint at wanting to be unlocked."

"No! No! I didn't mean... I wasn't trying... no, that's not ... what I was getting at."

"OK. I believe you. This time."

"I just meant, um..."

"Maybe something else you don't remember too well is I suggested - it wasn't really a rule but I STRONGLY suggested - that it would be better if you didn't talk unless I started a subject."

He scoffed a little bit, in a frustrated, defeated sort of way. I knew he was thinking something like, "That's a little extreme." He slumped his shoulders, and twirled his spaghetti distractedly, then said, "I'm sorry."

"Maybe we should just make that an actual rule. I don't know. Maybe that's a bit much, but... I don't know, I'll ask Jenna about it and see what she thinks. She always has good advice." I almost smirked when I saw hubby's discomfort over the idea of Jenna being the source of wise advice on these marriage rules. Especially when Jenna and I knew as well as he did, that the rules were ridiculous. Hahaha! As much as I loved clubbing and partying, I must admit that this whole process of breaking my poor hubby down was so much fun I didn't think much about going out.

"But anyway, to answer your question, yes I did talk to Jenna today. I went over there for a few hours. And you'll be happy to know she was VERY pleased to hear what a good boy you were, and that you agreed to the rules that will make our marriage better. She thinks you do indeed deserve a chance tonight to make your little peepee squirt, as long as, like we agreed, you eat up your goo, and swallow it all down cheerfully without any complaint."

I waited to see if he would scoff or balk at anything. It was clear he felt very low, and wimpy. I could read on his face that his mind was screaming against all this, but he didn't dare voice any kind of objection. Perfect!

"So she did give me the key back, and I have it here in the apartment, so when we finish eating, we can move to the living room - actually, maybe first you should clean up the kitchen and go ahead and do these dishes - but we'll take a chair into the living room, and I'm going to cuff you to it and we'll ... let you have a little cummy-cummy."

I waited for whatever response he might have, but he just quietly fed himself small bites of his food and said nothing. All of a sudden I thought of the perfect thing to say: "A thank you would be nice." HahahaHAAA!!

"Thank you."

"You know, for a man who's been trapped in a dick cage for two weeks and wanted so desperately to get out of it, you're not acting very grateful."

"I am... grateful. I am. Thank you." He sighed. "It's just..." I stared at him sternly, while he searched my eyes for some sign of sympathy. Finding none, he just lowered his head, then raised it and tried to put on his best grateful face. He just nodded, respectfully, as a sign of thanks.

"I guess I'll believe you're grateful if you go under the table on your hands and knees, and kiss my feet and say, 'Thank you so much, my beloved wife Mandy, for giving me a chance for cummy-cummy tonight.'"

He gaped at me as if to say, "Are you serious??" I just stared, and he knew I was. He knew his only safe option was to obey that command to the letter.

"Thank you so much" *kiss* "my beloved wife Mandy" *kiss* "for giving me a chance" *kiss, kiss* "for cummy-cummy tonight" *kiss... kiss... kiss... kiss*

"Good boyyyy." I had one more push, but I got him so far by that point I decided to save it for after he finished the dishes.

In the living room, I made him sit, naked, in a chair in the middle of the room. I cuffed, and tied, his hands and his ankles. Then I produced something I borrowed from Jenna, the likes of which he'd never seen: a ball gag. His eyes were wide when I nonchalantly put it in his mouth and strapped it to his head. Then I said, "Just wait here. I'm gonna go take a shower."

I took my time luxuriating in the shower while my poor, frustrated hubby sat on the hard chair, still in his dick cage. I'm sure his little pecker was swelling uncomfortably as he waited for his wife, who had become sooo powerful to him in just three weeks of marriage, while he became so helpless. I washed my hair, and when I finally came out of the bathroom, I had no makeup or lipstick on, I had a towel on my head, ugly fuzzy slippers on my feet, and a big fuzzy robe, so the only skin he could see was the bottom half of my calves, and my forearms. I strode into the living room and picked up a length of nylon rope, and laid it down on hubby's thighs. Then I produced the key, and smiled as I held it up to him. I laid it on the coffee table, and then un-did the ball gag. Before doing so, though, I held a finger to my lips, and looked at hubby, letting him know he shouldn't speak when I un-gagged him.

Next I picked up my phone, so I could give my poor hubby another little humiliating push. I said, "OK. In just a few minutes, I'm gonna unlock your little cage, so you can have a cummy-cummy and get your reward for being such an understanding, caring husband. I'm really proud of you." I smiled at him, like he was a schoolboy. Hahaha. "But I think you owe Jenna a thank-you, because without her, you wouldn't be sitting here getting unlocked tonight. So I'm gonna dial Jenna's number, and I want you to tell her how thankful you are for letting us have the key so your peepee could squirt its goo and you could eat it up to please your wife."

When he sniveled, I said, "I want you to use exactly those words, too." At that point, he audibly whined, and I said, "So tell me what you're gonna say when I call Jenna."

" *Sigh* ... Honey... do I have to say it that way, I mean-"

"Yes, you have to say it that way, that's a perfectly appropriate way- I mean, Jenna and I used those words when we talked about it today, so what's the big deal? So when I call Jenna... let's pretend I'm Jenna: 'Hello? Jenna here.' What are you gonna say?"

"Um... uh... can you repeat it? I'm sorry, I don't remember it exactly."

"Sure. You should thank Jenna and tell her how thankful you are that she gave us the key so your little peepee could squirt, and you could eat up your goo to please your wife. OK, so... hello? Hi, it's Jenna, who's this?"

He almost cried as he practiced the phone call: "Um, hi... Jenna... it's Davey..."

"Oh, hi, Davey, what can I do for you?"

"I, uh... I just wanted to tell you, um... how grateful I am that you let, um... me and Mandy, uh... have the key to ... um... uh, the key... so we... so my ..." At this point the humiliation was almost too much for him, and he almost broke down. But he pulled it together and tried to push on through the rest: "... peepee could squirt, and I could eat up my goo to please my wife."

"That was good. That was good. Good boy. You forgot to say 'little peepee', and also you should say 'the key to the penis cage'. So... wanna try one more practice run? I think you should."

"OK," said my poor hubby, dejectedly.

The second practice run was perfect, and I was finally ready to dial Jenna's number. Of course, I had texted her while I was in the bathroom, to tell her to be prepared for this call, and to say "Hello?" even though she knew the call was from my number.

So I dialed, and put the conversation on speaker, and it went like this:

"Hello?"

"Hi.. uh... Jenna... this is Davey."

"... Yeah?"

Oh my god, what a perfect answer. I'm sure Davey thought, and to tell the truth so did I, that Jenna would say, "Oh, hi, Davey," in a friendly tone. Instead she paused to let his dread grow, and then said, "Yeah?" in a tone that was like, "What do YOU want?" Hahaha. Oh my god. Genius.

"Um.. I just, uh... wanted to call and... um... tell you how thankful I am ... uh, to you, for giving us the key to my p-penis cage... um, so my little peepee could squirt, and I could eat up my goo... to please my wife."




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 03



Again, a brilliant, uncomfortably long pause, before Jenna said, "Well... you're welcome. Ummm... that's very thoughtful of you... Davey... to call me and... express your gratitude like that. I appreciate that. That is... a very good boy, I must say. Has your little peepee squirted its goo yet?"

"No. Um... it's, uh... not yet. No. But I thank you for ... um, for agreeing that... uh, you know... it would be OK."

"Well, like I said, Davey, that is a very... very good boy. As far as eating your goo, I mean... Mandy told me she had you do that on your honeymoon, and... ha! It's kinda ... kinky but... she said she really ... really thought it was hot, you know? So... it's important that a wife ... find pleasure in her ... her married sex life. Happy wife, happy life, right?"

"Um. Right."

"Yeah, so... eat up your goo like a good boy, and... you know, Davey... I have to say... I had my doubts whether Mandy was making the right choice marrying you. You're both pretty young, and you don't really know yet how to please a woman sexually, and... you know a lot of young brides find that their husband doesn't make them happy, and... they'll just, um... you know, regret getting married, and start to go out, and go wild... I've seen it happen lots of times. The clubs are full of ... little tramps who married too young, and then they just cut loose and become... sluts. I actually told Mandy, the morning of the wedding, that all she had to do was say the word, and I'd get her out of there... if she didn't wanna go through with it."

I hoped hubby didn't notice my face when Jenna said that, because I made a frown like, "What the hell are you talking about??" Hahaha. She never said any such thing.

"But," she continued, "I have to say... now I think it'll work out fine. I think you two are on track for a great marriage. There are so many asshole guys out there, but you're showing yourself to be a considerate, thoughtful hubby, who really does love Mandy."

"Thank you. Jenna."

"Well... thank YOU, for making my best friend happy. Anything else?"

"Uh... no. Nope. That, uh... that'll do it."

"OK, Davey. Like I said, be a good boy and eat up all your goo. I know Mandy will love that. Good night. Enjoy your little cummy-cummy."

At that point, I broke in and said, "Thanks, Jennaaaa. Love you. I'll see you tomorrow."

"OK, hun. Good night."

"Night." I hung up. "Ohhh, that was such a good boy, Davey. OK... let's get this key. Hold on a sec, I wanna get a glass of tea." I went into the kitchen and fumbled around, getting ice cubes even though I would normally have my tea without ice, and just dilly-dallying to prolong my husband's agony. Hahaha! When I went back in, I took a nice swig of the tea (acting as though it didn't occur to me to offer him some), and bent down in front of Davey to unlock the little padlock on his cage. I disassembled the device, and pulled the tube part off his penis (a little roughly), and then I let the pieces clank to the floor. (I wanted to make it look to him like this was kind of a chore for me.) Then I took the nylon cord and tied it around his penis, which was starting to swell up and get hard. I lifted up on the cord, drawing my hand up near my shoulder, like I was testing it out. I said, "OK..." and then dropped it for a minute to find the TV remote. I turned on the TV and returned to pick up the cord. 

I held the cord in one hand and the remote in the other, and I stood sideways in front of Davey, turning my head toward the TV. I said, "OK, make sure you stay silent. When you cum, I don't want to hear you grunting, or making any noise. I don't wanna hear your breathing. Just... you know..." Then, as I stood in front of him with no makeup, in my ugly bathrobe and ugly slippers, with a towel on my head, I flipped through the channel guide on the cable, and started tugging on the cord. There was no rhyme or reason to it; sometimes I'd give several quick tugs, sometimes I'd just pull on it in a bored and lazy way, sometimes I'd pull up real tight and just hold it still for several seconds. 

I continued my bored act for a little while, and at one point I pretended to get so into what I was watching that I let the cord go slack for, like, 30 seconds. Then I acted like I remembered what I was supposed to be doing, and started pulling on it again. Just then (still looking at the TV, not Davey) I said, "Remember, no talking, no sounds at all. Oh. Hold on a sec." I dropped the cord and went over behind Davey, to the coffee table. I picked up my phone and pretended to mess with it. (I actually did nothing at all, hahaha!) Then I came back and continued, randomly tugging the cord while I looked at the TV. 

Every now and then I'd glance down to see if Davey had started to squirt yet. I kinda wanted to start feeding him his "goo" the moment he did, and torture him with having to eat it even while his "little peepee" was still "squirting", hahaha! But, what actually happened was just as good, I guess: I really did get into my TV show enough that I totally missed the whole ejaculation. I looked down, and saw his dick was starting to soften, and a big puddle was all in his pubic hair, and on the chair under his balls. Some was on his stomach, too. So that meant he had the whole "orgasm" and managed not to make a single sound. No grunting, no heavy breathing, nothing. Perfect! He couldn't have enjoyed it much at all, hahaha! Now it was time for me to make him eat it, but I looked down at his crotch first and said, "Hmm. Wow. What a mess. Some of it's in your hair. Hold on." 

Next I went into the kitchen to get a spoon. I could see hubby's look of humiliation when he realized I was going to spoon-feed him his "goo", haha. He didn't dare complain, though. I used the spoon to get as much as I could, and acted bored as I fed it to his mouth. When I got about all I could, I dropped the spoon on the floor and said, "OK, I'm gonna un-cuff one of your hands, and I want you to scoop up the rest of this with your fingers and suck it off them."

"OK," he said.

"Don't talk. Just do as you're told."

After I watched him scoop up, and lick up, the rest of his cum, I walked away, without a word, and went to the bathroom. I got a hot washrag and brought it in, handed it to him, and said, "OK, use this to clean yourself up as much as you can." After he did, I tossed the rag on the floor. Then I re-cuffed his wrist, and picked up the pieces of his cage to put it back on him. 

My next move was going to be a little test. I learned about this from Jenna. She said the absolute best way, to tell how submissive a man really is, is to make him eat your pussy right after he cums. If a man doesn't really have a submissive nature, there is no WAY he'll eat pussy with empty balls. But if he's really a little wimp, then even after he's gotten the chance to "squirt his little peepee", he'll still do anything you want and not complain. But, she said, it does help if his ejaculation is not very satisfying, because that way he'll still kinda feel like he hasn't cum yet.

Once the cage was securely locked again, I took the key to a hiding place I'd prepared ahead of time. I had made a small envelope-like flap and taped it to the underside of a dresser drawer, so I could open the drawer below it, and reach up to slide the key in or out. It wouldn't fall out even if the drawer was yanked open or shut. Then I un-cuffed his wrists. I told him to slide down to his knees in front of the chair. His ankles were still cuffed, and tied, to the chair, in such a way that he couldn't even lift up the chair to free himself. I told him to scoot along while I turned the chair around. I slid the coffee table out of the way, and made him scoot forward on his knees, toward the couch. Then I lay down on the couch in front of him, untied my sash and let my robe fall open. 

I still had my ugly fuzzy slippers on, and the towel on my head, and, after re-cuffing hubby's wrists behind his back, I leaned back and pulled hubby's face into my pussy. I picked up the TV remote and flipped channels until I found something good. Then I dropped the remote and used both hands to hold hubby's head, and started grinding my pussy on his mouth and nose. "Eat me!" I said. 

Poor hubby was passing the test. He licked and sucked and was obviously trying very hard to make sure I was pleased. After a few minutes, I said, "I hope you really did swallow all that goo and there isn't any on your tongue, 'cause even though I'm on the pill I don't wanna get pregnant from *you* ... yet... " He skipped a beat on his pussy-licking when I said that, and I couldn't help but smile. He couldn't see it, though, with my hands on top of his head and his face buried in my pussy. I had to add "yet" even though I wished I could have stopped at "you", hahaha!

Then, after a bit I said, "Davey?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to thank me for letting you make your little peepee squirt, and making you eat your slimy goo, and tell me how much you love me."

"Ohhh. Thank you, thank you so much, for letting me cum-"

"Is that how I said to say it!?!"

"Uhh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you so much, for letting me make ... my little peepee squirt, and for... making me... eat my goo..."

"Slimy goo."

"My... eat my... letting, making... me eat my ... slimy goo. I love you so much, Mandy... I love you. I love you. I love you so much."

"Good boy. Now, back to quiet. Tongue my butthole." 

I made him slavishly lick and suck at my crotch until after 11:00. He usually went to bed about 10:30, to get up at 6:30 for work. When I turned off the TV, I un-cuffed and untied him, and then I told him to pick up the rag and the spoon from the floor and tidy up any other mess that was about. "You were a very good boy tonight, Davey, and I'm sure you're pretty worn out. I am, too, so I think we both really need a good night's rest. So I think it'd be better if I brought some work clothes out here for you, and why don't you just sleep out here tonight so I can stretch out in the bed and get really comfy. I think you'll be too horny and distracted if I'm lying next to you. Now, don't try and argue. I'll get you a pillow and a blanket."

I brought out some clothes for him to wear in the morning, and the ratty old blanket I'd given him before, and then said, "You can use that throw pillow, because I really wanna use both pillows from the bed. Good night. Please don't disturb me in the morning, I'll see you when you get home." And without a kiss, or a touch, or even a look in his direction, I strode down the hall to my bedroom, almost feeling the urge to jump up and down with excitement. 

"Good night," he said. Hahaha! Poor, miserable wimp.

After locking my bedroom door, I got comfy in bed and spent the next hour texting Jenna. Our messages were full of "LOL" and "LMFAO" and "ROTFLMAO". One of them, from me to her, was "How long do u think we should keep him locked up now b4 we let him squirt his lil pp again LMFAO"

We decided to wait at least a week, but not much more, to get him thinking that if he followed all the rules and was a "good boy", he had a chance of a reward. I told Jenna I really hoped we could eventually get to the point where I could just put it out of my mind for months, but he would continue to be the perfect little slaveboy for me. She said, "Oh, don't worry, we'll get there. But it will take a little while."



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 04



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She is a 19-year-old narcissist; her ways of acting, and speaking, reflect her immaturity, and the narrative style encodes those aspects of her character, because *she* is telling the story, in her own words. What you see on the page is essentially a transliteration of her conversational style, as though it were a transcript of an audio recording.

Readers used to an objective first-person narrator may be thrown off balance by this device. For example, the profuse inclusion of transliterated forms of her laughter is done deliberately. It is not like the literary analogue to improvisational jazz; it is more like musicians performing a composer's interpretation of a garage band jam... *meant* to sound like a garage band jam, yet precisely encoded in sheet music.

If you compare my story "Yes Miss Murphy" to this one, you may be initially surprised that they were penned by the same person. That is because the subjective narrator there is a completely different type of character. He is 48, male, professional, intelligent, articulate, with no particular personality disorders or serious moral flaws (at least initially). And through his narration, we understand all that about him, whereas through Mandy's narration in this story, we understand a lot about her personality and character.

With that, let's let Mandy get back to her story (that is, if we can stand listening to her).

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"You never need nobody.
You've never been alone.
And I try to get your affection,
And all I ever do is wrong."

-- The Lone Bellow

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One night the next week, when Davey got home from work I asked him to make us something for dinner. As we ate, I said, "Davey. You have a been a very good boy all week. You've been doing so well following all the rules. I want to unlock you tonight and let you squirt your little peepee and make you eat up your slimy goo. But the thing is, the key is over at Jenna's, and I want you to call her and ask for her permission to have your little penis cage unlocked." 

Hahaha! I was testing him to see if he would show any resistance to having to humiliate himself again in front of Jenna. This would be worse. Last time the unlocking was a done deal; he just needed to thank her. This time he would have to ask her for permission. Hahaha! Soooo ridiculous! Ask your wife's girlfriend if it's OK for your wife to allow you an ejaculation and then have to eat your own cum. Hahahaha! Ohhhhh my god. We are just EVIL.

"I'm gonna trust you to use the right words when you talk to her. Don't disappoint me. I'm dialing the number." I put the phone on speaker and set it between us. He was the perfect little wimp, very respectfully asking her permission, and speaking of his "little peepee" and "slimy goo". She grilled him about the rules we'd set so far, including never asking wifey to be unlocked, never even dropping hints, always doing only what wifey wanted to do sexually, never trying to kiss or touch wifey, and never trying to start a conversation with wifey. Had he been a good boy and followed all those rules faithfully? He very earnestly promised her that he had.

"Welllll..." she said, "It does indeed sound like you've been a good boy .... so... I suppose if Mandy doesn't mind, then yes, you can squirt your little peepee tonight and eat up all your slimy goo."

He dutifully thanked her, and I told him that while he cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes, I would go over to Jenna's and get the key. I told him to go ahead and get naked before he started those chores. "I will probably stay and hang out with her for a little while," I said, "so once you finish in the kitchen, you should really give the bathroom a good cleaning. I've been meaning to get to that today, but I was over at Jenna's too long. The tub and shower walls need scouring, the toilet needs cleaned, and the sink, too. Oh, and the floor needs swept and mopped. Remember, go ahead and get naked before you do all your chores. Actually, you know what? As long as you're sweeping and mopping the bathroom floor, this kitchen floor could use it, too. And over here in front of the door. 

"I'll be back in ... I don't know, a couple hours. If you get done with all that, and I'm not back yet, just wait. Don't call and pester-- ... oh ... you know what, that reminds me. New rule: You're not allowed to call or text me anymore, unless it's an emergency. Just like you can't start a conversation with me in person. And just in case you get to thinking notes are OK, you can't write me notes, either. OK. See you in a bit."

I stayed away for three hours, which gave Jenna and me some excellent playtime. She punished me real good for being such a bad, BAAAD girl, and I told her to please try and leave some marks on me from her whips, and paddles, and riding crops. When I left, she sent a little toy with me to use on hubby. It was a little thing about three inches long intended for hemorrhoids. You put it in the freezer, and then stick it up your butt. It was only about as big around as a finger, so it wasn't like a dildo, or a buttplug. But we thought it would be an excellent little starter, to get hubby used to taking something up his ass. Hahaha. 

When I got home, hubby was naked on the couch watching TV. He sat up, as I came in the door, and said, "Hi." He was trying very hard not to express his impatience with me at having been gone so long. 

I glanced at him but said nothing, as I closed the door, and took off my coat. I said, "You know.... when you say 'hi' to me before I've said anything to you, that's like... thiiiiis close... to trying to start a conversation. Don't you think? I don't see a whole lot of difference."

He sighed and slumped his shoulders. He was getting so exasperated from trying to follow all the ridiculous rules so his wife would be happy, and it seemed like no matter what he did, she acted like a heartless bitch. Well... what can I say, he was getting to know me, hahaha! But he wasn't gonna dare to talk back to me, when I just came home with the key to his dick.

I said, "I assume since you're sitting there, you got all your chores done. Let me take a look. You stay there." I inspected his work in the kitchen, and in the bathroom. It looked fine. I returned to him and said, "So... do you think just plopping your naked ass on my couch because you finished your chores is the best way to show me how appreciative you are for me running across town to get your little penis cage key?"

"I'm sorry," he said, immediately rising from the couch and standing up. "Um... is it OK to ask... um... what I ... what I should.... do? What I should have been doing?"

"Yes, you may ask that. That shows wanting to be more obedient, and please your wife." I let the word "obedient" hang in the air a moment, and hoped I hadn't gone a little too far for him to handle. He just nodded, and hung his head a little, like he was bowing, almost. "Well... let's see... did you try to think of some other housework that might need done around here, so you could help me out? Like, did you look in the dryer to see if there were dry clothes to fold and put away?"

"Uh, no."

"Or look in the washer to see if a load was done and ready to dry?"

"No. No, I didn't."

"OK, well.... Happy wife, happy life, so basically what I'm saying is, If you know your wife is on the way home with the key to allow you to squirt your peepee, then you should be thinking about making her happy. Obviously if I'm not here, the way to make me happy would be to find some chores around here to do. Just because I only gave you certain ones doesn't mean there isn't some other stuff I could use help with. How 'bout vacuuming this floor, did you ever think of that?"

"No. No, I didn't."

"How 'bout vacuuming the bedroom carpet? How 'bout vacuuming ALL the carpets. You never thought that might be a better way to pass the time while you were waiting?"

"Um... I'm sorry, I ... OK ... in the future, I ... um ... I'll know. I'll, uh... look for anything I can think of to... to, uh... help you with housework."

I sat down on the couch, crossed my legs, and bounced my top heel up and down, looking bitchy and impatient, as I looked up at him, standing there naked, looking stupid, hahaha. I said, "*When* ... are you going to look for anything you can think of, to help me out with housework?"

He looked at me, stupidly, confused. I just raised my eyebrows.

"Um.... uhhh... whenever... I'm waiting for you to... um... uh.... unlock ... my, uh... little ... p- ... penis cage?"

"Only then? Only when you think you're gonna get your rocks off? That's the only time 'happy wife, happy life' applies?"

He sniveled, and fidgeted. "Um, no. That's not the only time... it applies."

"It applies ALL the time, doesn't it?"

"Yes. But...."

"But what?"

"Well.... honey.... you don't really seem... happy... to me... Like, right now, you seem.... so angry... and...."

I scoffed, and upturned my palms, like he just said the most idiotic thing in the world. "How would YOU know if I'm happy or not?"

"Well, because--"

"Shut up! Just shut up. If I'm sitting here telling you exactly what you can do to make me happy, then how in the world could you NOT make me happy... by doing those things!? You understand what I'm saying? If I say, Do ... whatever... and that will make me happy, don't I KNOW that that will indeed make me happy? If I don't seem happy now it's 'cause you're not doing the things I'm telling you will make me happy. I mean, yeah, OK, I gave you specific chores to do, and you did THOSE. Fine. But I go to the trouble to go ALL THE WAY OVER TO JENNA'S to get the key so your stupid dick can have a little squirty-squirt, and I come back, and find you're just LAZIN' AROUND, sittin' on the couch -- with your sweaty, naked ass on my couch, mind you -- when there's tons of stuff around here you could have gotten done."

"OK. I'm sorry."

"So I ask you again: Are you gonna look for helpful things to do around here ONLY when you're waiting to get your rocks off?"

"Um... no, uh... not only then...."

"Then when else?" He really didn't know how to answer, so I let him stutter a minute and then said, "How about every minute you're home, for the time being. That would be good."

"OK. OK... I will do that. Every minute I'm home."

"You will look for things to do to help me with housework?"

"Yes."

"OK. Well.... I will give you a choice. I would really like to know I can trust you to follow the new rules... We've established a couple of new rules here tonight: One, you're not allowed to call or text me anymore, you're not allowed to write notes, and of course you're already not allowed to try and start a conversation with me. Um... oh, and you're not allowed to say 'hi' to me... um... basically, just don't speak unless spoken to. Two, from now on, every minute you're home, you're gonna look for anything you can do around here to help me with housework. 

"Let's see.. um... when you do get to squirt your slimy goo, you will always have to eat it all.. that hasn't been a rule, but that's one I think we should go ahead and make. Oh! OK, another one... since every minute you're home you need to look for housework to do, another rule is you always have to go straight from home to work, and from work to home, without any stops in between. So unless I've asked you to stop somewhere, like the store, no stops. Except for gas. You'll need gas, of course. But you have to always pay at the pump. You're not allowed to go into the store. Not even to use the bathroom. 

"OK... um... oh, you're not allowed to make any plans. So, like, if someone invites you to do something, you should probably just say no thanks. Even if I'm invited, too, if I don't already know about it, say no thank you, because you're not allowed to go anywhere or do anything without my permission, but since you're not allowed to start conversations with me, there won't be any way to ask my permission about some invitation. You see what I'm saying? It's not like I'm gonna ask, 'Did you get some kind of invitation to do something?' Hahaha. I wouldn't ask that. So, just say no thanks. I'll get invitations for us to do stuff, so don't worry about that. It won't be a problem.

"So... the choice is, you can wait another week for me to unlock you so you can squirt your stupid little peepee, and that way I can see if you're really gonna be a good boy and follow all the rules... and IF you do, then you can have some cummy-cummy in a week.... OR... we can go ahead and do it as planned, tonight, and then it'll be at least ONE MONTH before we unlock it again."

He scoffed when I said "one month", but after shuffling his feet for a few seconds, with great (and delicious!) pain on his face, he said, "OK.... I'll wait a week." I thought I might see tears in his eyes any minute, but.... not this time. Damn! Hahahaha!

"OK," I said, rising off the couch. "I hope you remembered all those rules." At that, I led him to the bedroom, and had a little test for him. My back and butt and legs were covered with red marks from Jenna's toys, and after making hubby kneel at the foot of the bed, and handcuffing his wrists behind his back, I got naked. If I lay down on my stomach on the bed, and made hubby slide his face up between my legs, and he never said a word about all these marks that he would OBVIOUSLY see, he would pass the test. I am happy to report, he passed with flying colors! I'm sure he was DYING to know what in the world I'd been up to at Jenna's, but he never said a word. He just dutifully licked my pussy and tongued my butthole as demanded. 

After a few minutes, I got off the bed, without warning, and told hubby to stay put. I got the little "butt starter", as Jenna and I decided to call it, the little finger-like thing I could put up Davey's butt, and I brought it to his face. I held it there to see if he would break a rule and ask, "What's that?" I think I saw his lips start to form a W, hahaha. But he didn't ask. I said, "Suck this. Suck it. Get it nice and slobbery." After he did, I said, "I'm gonna put this in your butt. It'll be really hot, it'll make your wife happy. When I push it in, you push back, like you're pooping. It won't hurt." I slid the "butt starter" in all the way, and then I scooted my ass back to his face for more licking. After 10 or 15 more minutes, I pulled the starter out, made hubby suck it again, and then I went to the bathroom. I smeared toothpaste all over the butt starter, and then I went to the freezer to get the ice pack. 

When I came back, I put the ice pack in hubby's hand and said, "Here. See if you can reach your balls with that even though your hands are cuffed." With some difficulty, he could indeed get the pack to his balls. "OK. Now I'm gonna put this thing back in your butt. It has toothpaste on it, and at first, it's gonna really burn. Don't make any noise, any grunts or anything. Just hang in there, and after a few minutes, it'll stop burning. You can distract yourself with the ice pack if you need to. Actually you should distract yourself by licking your wife's pussy really good. By the way, don't drop that ice pack, 'cause it'll fall on the floor, and then you'll just be screwed."

I then shoved the toothpaste-covered finger-like toy up my poor little slaveboy's ass, and savored his pain as he gasped. "Remember. Quiet," I said. Then I got back in position in front of his face, and enjoyed as he proceeded to lick my pussy furiously. I couldn't help but look over my shoulder to see him wincing, and closing his eyes tightly, trying to deal with the burning pain in his ass. I thought to myself, I cannot WAIT for the day I can look back there and see one of my boyfriends' big dicks in his ass instead, hahaha.

By the time I was ready to let hubby quit, it was almost midnight. He had to get up at 6:30. I said, "Davey?"

"Yes?"

"Can you tell me two ways your wife likes to sleep?"

"Ummm.... two ways, um..... oh... uh, yes, um... one way is just like we are now, having your... your, uh... butt.... hole... licked... and um... with me staying here all night between your legs?"

"Good boy. That's very good. That is one way. Can you think of another way?"

"Ummmm... ummmmmm...... uhhhh... no... n-no... M-Mandy... I guess I can't."

"Dear. Why don't you call me 'dear'. New rule: You're only allowed to address me as 'dear' from now on. You can say things like 'yes dear'. I would really love that. That would be so sweet, you saying 'yes dear'. That would really make me happy."

"Yes, dear."

"Very good. You're becoming SUCH a good, obedient little hubby. I am sooo happy. Anyway, the other way I like to sleep, is by myself in the bed... having the bed allll to myself. I mean, I know married couples are 'supposed' [I did air quotes] to sleep in the same bed. Most DO, of course, but I mean... who made that rule?? Mmmm, Davey, could you tongue my butthole while I'm talking about this?"

"Yes, dear." He dove his tongue right in. Hahaha.

"Anyway... I lllooove to have the whooole big bed, and just be able to strrreeeetch, and use both pillows, and I just sleep so much better when you're not in here. And I love being able to wake up in the morning, and it's completely quiet here, and you don't have to smell my morning breath, and I don't have to smell yours. And... I just think it's really sweet when you get up and get ready for work, and you're all alone because you're letting me just sleep. I love that. It just makes me so happy to wake up to an empty house, by myself."

I lay enjoying his tongue for a minute or two after saying that, feeling so cozy and so relaxed, and smiling, knowing my husband's heart was breaking as he slavishly licked the inside of my ass. Hahahaha! Ohhhh. Married life is so sweet.

"Mmmmmm. Anyway, Davey... yeah... those are my two favorite ways. But sleeping by myself in here is by FARRRR my most favorite. So... I'm gonna give you a choice, because you have been SUCH a good little boy... SO good... I'm gonna let you decide... if you wanna sleep like this, and sleep here in the bed with me tonight, and use my butt as your pillow, you can. But the price is you have to wait two more weeks to squirt your peepee, instead of one. And any time you want to sleep like this, you're allowed to ask for that. It's the only time you can ask a question. And the price will be two more weeks of chastity, on top of however long it already is. 

"Or.... we can just wait one more week like we agreed earlier, and you can sleep on the couch tonight. But if you choose that, you won't be allowed to ever sleep with your face in my butt ... I mean, unless I want it... and you won't be allowed to ask for it. And on top of that, starting tonight we'll have a new rule, which is you sleep on the couch every night, and I sleep here alone, and you take your work clothes out there and never come in the bedroom in the morning. Mmmmm... you're not licking very well, Davey, lick better. Show me some love, my good little hubby."

He struggled with the decision, but I couldn't let him get the idea that he'd ever be allowed to think things through too carefully. I needed him to feel as wimpy and powerless as possible, so I spoke up, a little bit loudly and bitchily: "I need your decision, Davey, what's it gonna be? Do you wanna sleep here on my ass tonight? Are you gonna make me sleep in one position, here on my stomach, while I have to feel your sweaty head on my butt all night? Or are you gonna let me get a really good night's sleep in here alone, so I can fully enjoy my bed? What's it gonna be, Davey? Decide!"




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 04



"OK... dear... I'll, uh.... I'll sleep on the couch."

"Mmmmm. That's a good boy. That's very considerate, Davey. Bring yourself up here so I can un-cuff you." After removing the handcuffs, I made him swing around and kneel on the bed and point his butt toward me, so I wouldn't have to move as I pulled the "butt starter" out. Then I made him swivel back around, and I put the thing in his mouth. I said, "Suck on that tonight, Davey, and keep it in your mouth all night like a pacifier. You should think about how happy I am in here with the bed to myself, but if you want you can also suck on that and cry like a little baby, thinking about how lonely you are by yourself on the couch. Make sure you get your clothes for tomorrow, and take them out there. Be sure and take the ice pack for your balls, too. Oh, and I noticed you found a different blanket and had it out there, that night last week. Don't use that one, use the one I gave you before. And whenever you do laundry, don't wash that one, because I don't want it to get more ratty. Just use that blanket as is. Don't wash it, and don't ever, like, vacuum it or shake it out, or anything, because it will get dust all over the room. Oh... Davey... one more thing, don't use the throw pillows out there, 'cause I don't want you drooling on them or something. See that laundry basket over there?"

"Yes."

"Ahem! What was that?"

"Yes, dear."

"Good boy. Go through that basket right now, and find every pair of your dirty undies."

"OK-- uh, yes, dear."

After I made him pick through the whole thing, I said, "OK, put everything else back in." When he finished, I said, "OK, take those undies and make a pile on the couch where your head will be, and that will be your pillow. New rule: That's your pillow every night. That will make a good pillow. It'll be very soft. Another new rule: Even though you'll be doing laundry from now on, you're never allowed to wash your undies. Leave those to me. If you don't have any clean pairs, you'll put on dirty ones in the morning, but you're never allowed to wash them. OK, kiss the bottoms of my feet. Kiss each one 5 times and say 'I love you, dear' each time. Then go, and close my door behind you."

Just as he was on his way out, I said, "Don't forget to suck on that pacifier all night." He said, "Yes, dear." After he walked out and closed the door, I buried my face hard in a pillow and laughed my ass off!

The "pacifier" became a wonderful little device I could use to increase his feelings of powerlessness, and wimpiness. I made a NEW RULE that when he went to bed, he was to suck on the thing and then slide it in and out of his ass for a full 10 minutes before putting it back in his mouth to keep there all night. Then I made another NEW RULE: As soon as his alarm went off in the morning, the first thing he was to do, before he even peed, was to come down the hall and kneel outside my bedroom door, facing it, and put the thing in his ass, slide it in and out, and whisper "I love you, dear" a hundred times. I have no idea how long that takes, and of course, I was always sound asleep during the whole thing. Hahahaha! Jenna LOVED that rule, and gave me extra punishment for it, hee hee.

Then there was yet another NEW RULE. He had to take the "butt starter" to work with him, and I gave him a little tube of lube he was only allowed to use at work. He had to spend at least a full hour with the thing stuck up his ass while he was working.

Every minute hubby was home, he looked for housework to do; consequently, I left every bit of it for him. Even Jenna was impressed that after only 5 weeks of marriage, I'd duped my poor fool of a hubby into taking over all the housework (all the work, period), and had only let him cum a grand total of 3 times, none of them satisfying orgasms, and every one followed by him eating up his mess. Since his cage was on a full month before the wedding, that meant he had only cum 3 times in a 2-month period. And his poor little rejected dick had spent... what? ... maybe two minutes? on only *one* occasion, inside his wife's pussy. Hahahaha! I'm sure he was fearing, though he didn't yet know he was absolutely right, that it would never spend another minute there again!

The rule that "for the time being" he should spend every minute he's home looking for chores to do naturally became a rule that he should do all the housework all the time, until further notice (which there would never be). The next rule was that he should be naked all the time at home, except, of course, for his little dick cage. The next one was that the only hobby or pastime he was allowed was doing things to please me. So he was not allowed to turn the TV on, not allowed to sit on the furniture, not allowed to read or use a computer, not allowed to answer any phone calls or texts, except from me, when he was home alone. 

I told him it was impossible to run out of chores; there would *always* be *something* he could do. Even if everything was wiped, cleaned, swept, vacuumed, washed, or straightened, he could always find some project, like taking everything out of a closet, reorganizing it, wiping or dusting each item, vacuuming the floor of the closet and wiping all its walls and shelves, and then placing everything back in. He could also do that with kitchen cabinets and drawers, or bookcases, and there were always windows to clean. So he needed to spend every waking moment at home looking for something.

There was only one teeny little bit of housework that wasn't for him, and that was washing his own underwear. I wanted him to have to wear dirty, stinky underwear, and also sleep with his head on it every night, hahaha! Once in a while, if he had a bucket of dirty mop water, I'd make him put the whole pile of undies in there, get on his knees and wring them a while, then make him put the whole pile in the toilet to rinse. I'd make him pull them out one by one and wring them out over his open mouth, and drink the water. Then I'd put the still-wet pile on the couch for his pillow, and tell him to leave them bunched up like that until they all dried, which they would eventually... even though that night his pillow might still be a little soggy. Hahaha! The next morning he probably had to put on damp underwear, too.

Another new rule I made was if I decided to leave the house when he was home, and not say a word about where I was going, well, naturally, he was not allowed to say a word. About every other night I left him home alone all evening, maybe even until past his bedtime. If he was up when I came home, since he was not allowed to say 'hi', or ask any questions, or speak at all until spoken to, he could only look at me and hope I'd say something. Usually I wouldn't, and would go to my room without even acknowledging the lonely wimp. Hahahaha.

Since I knew he'd be home alone a lot now, I started making him prepare some really yummy 

meals for me and Jenna to eat during the day. But while I was out, and he cooked it, he was to pack it up in containers we could microwave, and he wasn't allowed to eat any of it. I bought a whole bunch of cans of nasty stuff like canned beef stew, potted meat, sardines, carrots, spinach, and bought two dog dishes, which I put on the kitchen floor with a can opener. One was for water, which was all he was allowed to drink now. If he got hungry, he was allowed to open a can and dump it, as is, into the other dish, and not heat it up. Then he was allowed to eat it on his hands and knees, and he didn't have to eat it all, but another new rule was: You're never allowed to clean your food bowl with anything but your tongue, so if you don't want dried, yucky stuff on there, you'd better eat and lick up everything thoroughly. 

One night I came home from Jenna's at about 9:00, and it was the first hubby had seen of me all day (since he never got to see me in the morning anymore). He was washing dishes at the kitchen sink. He continued what he was doing, as he was no longer allowed to say hello when I came home. I brought some paddles and whips from Jenna's, so I showed them to hubby while he was naked on hands and knees, and said, "I know you have seen red marks on me from these, and you have been a very, very good boy by never asking about it. But Jenna and I like to fool around with this S & M kind of stuff, and she thinks -- and of course, I agree -- that these will also help our marriage a lot. You shouldn't think of these as punishment tools. Think of them as your wife's toys, which make her very happy. So when I use them on you, you should just go ahead and continue whatever you're supposed to be doing, or what I tell you to do, and you're not allowed to ever complain, or yelp, or make any noises, unless you absolutely can't help it. Understand?"

"Yes, dear."

"OK. Go ahead and get back to the dishes." As he washed them, I started beating his ass with cat-o-nine tails. He grunted or gasped now and then, but otherwise was a very good boy, as I whacked him with paddles, riding crops, and whips, on his ass, back, legs, arms, and if I could, sometimes his balls, hahaha. Then I smeared toothpaste on his "butt pacifier" and slid it into his ass, and started in on him again, whipping even harder this time. 

One day I led hubby to my bedroom door, closed it, and made him kneel outside it, in the hallway. I asked him where his "butt pacifier" was. He told me. I said, "Stay right there." I got it for him and said, "I want you to show me how you do your morning wifey-worship."

He said, "Yes, dear," and sucked on the butt toy, then started sliding it in and out of his ass. As he looked toward the door, he said, "I love you, dear... I love you, dear... I love you, dear....." over and over and over again. I stood behind him and almost doubled over, silently laughing. I thought, Ohhhh my god. He is SUCH... a fool! He looked sooo ridiculous. I coughed to mask the sound of me snapping a quick picture with my phone so I could show Jenna. 

"OK. Stop. Let me ask you something. Are there ever mornings when you're in a hurry to get through the 100 'I love you dear's, and you say them really fast, like 'I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear'? Has that ever happened?"

"Um... yes... dear.... a couple times..."

"A couple? What's your best guess on exactly how many times that's happened?"

"Ummm... three or four."

"Three or four? We'll go with four, then. OK... well, that does not please me, Davey. Four more days of chastity should do as punishment, I guess. I'll mark it on the calendar. But make sure you don't do that again. Just because I can't hear you and don't see you doesn't mean I don't appreciate you doing it. But you have to do it right. When I wake up in the morning, I know you've been there, doing your wife-worship. But I want to be able to trust you, Davey. Don't violate that trust. OK? Do it right."

"Yes dear."

When we were engaged, I had thought it would be enough just to have Davey end up being completely obedient. I thought as long as he did everything I wanted, so I'd be free to do what I wanted, that is all I would need. But once I started driving him further into submission, I found that obedience *wasn't* actually enough. What I found is that I couldn't stop myself from thinking of additional, and really unnecessary, ways of increasing his misery. I got sooo drunk with power, and it made my pussy so wet, every time I had some inspiration on what I could do to torture him more. Most of it would just come to me in flashes. Like the pile of dirty undies for a pillow, or the morning wife-worship, or the dog bowls, or the ratty blanket that he was never allowed to wash. I thought of all that stuff in the spur of the moment, right on the spot. None of it was necessary just to make him obedient, but I couldn't resist the laughter (and better orgasms!) I'd get from these wicked little touches.

One day I was lounging at home while Davey was at work, and I had a cold. I took the tissue box we usually have in the living room, and put it in my bedroom. Then I came back out to the couch, and started using Davey's undies to blow my nose and wipe my snot, and cough up my phlegm. (Later that evening I told Davey I had to use them because there were no tissues nearby, but the stuff should be dry by now. I laughed knowing he'd have to sleep on that stuff and wear it, too.) Then I thought, Oh my god. Wouldn't it be great if I could make these pissy, too? Obviously I could just piss on them, but what kind of excuse could I have for that??

But it gave me another idea. I remembered when I'd been to Feedler, where Davey worked, that they used a certain kind of big plastic bucket with a lid. I didn't even know what was in them, but I thought I might find some of those in the dumpsters outside the place. I drove over there and peeked into the dumpsters until I saw some. Carefully, I reached into the opening on the side, and pulled out two buckets and two lids. They had some kind of residue in them, but I thought I could clean them up, and they'd work fine. 

I went home, cleaned them, and put them side-by-side in the laundry room. I put a little something in each one, and put the lids on them. When Davey came home from work, I told him that since there was only one toilet in our apartment, until we had a house and had our own toilets, he wasn't allowed to use the apartment toilet. Since his little dick cage meant he had to sit down even to pee, I didn't want his sweaty ass on the same seat I used.

I made him follow me, crawling, down the little passageway in the laundry room, between the washer & dryer on one side, and the wall on the other. The floor was concrete, with a very thin all-weather carpet. I said, "Here are your new toilets. You can squat over these to relieve yourself. One's for peeing and one's for pooping. Crawl over here and take the lids off, and look inside." Looking in the first, he saw a toilet paper roll. I said, "That one's for pooping. After you poop in there, and wipe ... of course drop your toilet paper in there ... but then make sure you slide your 'butt pacifier' in and out a few times and suck it off, to make sure your hole is clean." (Hahaha! I'm such a bitch.) 

When he looked in the other bucket, he saw his whole pile of dirty undies. "That one is to piss in. Your undies are in there to mask the sound. I don't want to hear your piss against that bucket if I'm here. But whether I'm here or not, piss into those undies. From now on, you won't be wearing these anymore. I'll give you a few pairs of my panties you can wear instead. And the panties do get washed with the other laundry. But these still never get washed. But the thing is, you still need a pillow, so every night before you go to bed, here's what you do: Take the lid off the piss bucket, turn it upside down and set it on top of the poop bucket, like this. [I demonstrated.] Then take the whole stack of undies out, with your bare hands, and set them on the lid. Then take each one and wring it out over the piss bucket. As you do each one, set it down, to make a pile on the floor right here. When you've wrung them all out, shake the piss off your hands, into the piss bucket, put the lid back on it.... and you're ready for bed!" I smiled broadly, as I said this last part excitedly. 

"Now obviously I don't want your pissy pillow on my living room sofa, so from now on your new sleeping area is right here on this floor. You should go immediately to 'bed' [I did air quotes] when you finish this chore. No washing your hands until morning. You'll sleep right here on the floor with just your pissy pillow and that ratty blanket. Nothing else is allowed." Now my hubby would have to sleep with piss drying on his hands, and breathing the smell of piss all night long, and lay his head in it, too. Hahahaha! I loved it!

He was allowed to empty the piss bucket into the tub before he took his shower in the morning. "But," I said, "Set the bucket down and wait 'til *after* your shower to rinse it out in the tub. Get in the tub, step right into your piss, and let it drain away in your shower." 

He was to clean the poop bucket every day at 5:30 PM (or as soon as he got home, if he happened to work later). I chose this time for a very wicked reason. I told him not to empty his poop into my toilet, because I didn't want it there. He should put on disposable gloves, scoop the poop and toilet paper out with his hands and put it in a plastic bag, which was destined for the dumpster outside our buildings. But... as long as he was scooping poop into a bag, he should go outside and find all the dog poop all around the grounds of our apartment buildings, and pick that up and put it in the bag, too. The 5:30 time was chosen so that it would be light out (most of the year), and all kinds of people coming and going would see him out there picking up poop. Hahahaha! Once the bag of poop was in the dumpster, he could come inside and rinse his bucket out with the sprayer at the kitchen sink.

A week or so later, I told him he was "such a good boy" for being so helpful to our neighbors by picking up all their dogs' poop. I told him I thought it was "rrrreally, really sweet". 

He already knew he wasn't allowed to wash the ratty old blanket he covered himself with at night. So one day, Jenna and I took the food Davey prepared for us the night before, and used the ratty blanket for a picnic. We went outside, and after we sat on the blanket and ate, we made sure to drop some crumbs on it, smear some bits of food, spill a little soda on it, and cruddy it up in the grass. We crushed a few leaves and grinded them in, we dragged it over some dusty gravel, we wiped dirt from our shoes, and then I asked Jenna if she knew what poison ivy looked like, and did she see any around? She laughed, knowing I wanted to drag it over some poison ivy plants and maybe if we were lucky it would transfer to Davey's bare skin underneath. Oh my gawwwwwd I'm so horrible. Then we bunched it up and tossed it back in Davey's new bedroom. That night I told him Jenna and I needed it for our picnic, so he'd know why it had gotten so grungy.



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 05



"Endless day
Follows endless night.
You're gonna have to stay,
And it'll be all right.
As long as endless day
Follows endless night,
We're gonna do all right.
We're gonna do all right."

- Hugh Cornwell

***

I was getting anxious for us to buy a house, because I knew Davey would feel more trapped in the marriage once we were homeowners. I also wanted to use the house as leverage: I was gonna make him sign legal papers that said if he ever filed for divorce, or separation, or even was not staying in our house, then the house, and everything else we owned would be mine, plus he would agree to give me 30% of all of his future earnings. (The specific percentage was Jenna's idea; she said half was not really realistic.) And of course, though this part wouldn't be on paper, I would tell him that leaving me would mean a cage on his dick for the rest of his life.

My first move was to go into Feedler and talk to Mr. Mullens. He was about 30, I think. I had learned, when I made Davey take me in earlier, that he was the #1 man when it came to scheduling. I strutted right in to Davey's workplace, looking sexy as hell in a short pleated skirt, and never looked in Davey's direction. I knew he could see me, though. In the corner of his eye, I saw him start to get up and approach me. But he stopped... because, being a "good boy", he knew he wasn't allowed to say hello to his own wife! Hahaha! 

I went to Mr. Mullens' office and told him Davey and I were saving for a house, and was Davey getting all the hours he possibly could? The answer was vague, and made me think that *possibly*, there were more hours available. I didn't see a wedding ring on Mr. Mullens' finger, so I got flirtatious with him and suggested there might be something I could do for him, if he could do this for us. I gave him my number and said he could call or text me any time. He then dialed my number so his number would be in my phone. I thanked him for his time, and left, hoping for the best. 

As I walked out of his office, I walked by a break room and happened to look inside. I noticed there were some cups and plates left around, crumbs on the table and the counter... I stepped inside and opened the microwave. It was filthy. I opened the fridge. Also filthy. I had an idea. 

I stepped back into Mr. Mullens' office, and said, "Excuse me? Mr. Mullens?"

"Jeff is fine."

"Thank you. Jeff... um, can I ask you one more favor?"

"Sure."

"Well, this is gonna sound a little strange, but is there someone in charge of making sure your break room is clean and tidy?"

"Well, the janitors come in at night and empty the trash, but other than that, we all just kinda look after it."

"I see. Well... again, this will sound a little strange, but could you - not right away, but maybe about a week from now - could you tell Davey that you really need someone to be responsible for keeping the break room clean, and you want him to keep on top of it, and keep the table wiped, and the counters clean, maybe give the fridge a thorough cleaning once a week, clean the microwave a couple times a day? Sweep the floor in there. That kind of thing?"

"Ummm... haha. You want me to make your husband the break room cleaner?"

"Yes. See, I'm a housewife, and I think he needs to better appreciate those kinds of chores."

"Ah... OK. I get it. So... naturally you wouldn't want me to tell him this idea was yours."

"Right. Tell him... I don't know. Whatever's believable. And one more thing: I noticed the coffee maker is in there. Could you tell him that also part of the duties is to go around, maybe twice a day and ask everyone if they'd like some coffee? Or if he can get them anything else to drink or eat, from the machines, or bring someone's snack to them from the fridge? Stuff like that?"

"Hahahaha. So you want me to make him the company waiter? Or the little errand coffee boy? Or whatever?

"Well, yeah... See, I have a different reason for this: I think that will really help Davey improve his social skills, help him get to know people better. It'll force him to interact with people more."

"Oh. OK. Well... yeah, I think I can make all that happen for you."

"Great! Like I said, wait about a week. I had nothing to do with this idea. But yeah, I think, too, if you could make it clear to everyone here that Davey is supposed to keep on top of those things, and... you know, make sure everyone feels free to supervise his duties... like say, Joe Blow thinks the table is dirty. Rather than clean it himself, it'd be better for Joe Blow to go to Davey, and remind Davey that the table is his job, and then make Davey go right then and clean it, while Joe Blow stands over him to make sure it gets done right. I just think that would help Davey, and me, a lot, because he'll realize how challenging it is to keep up with things like that. And having his co-workers be strict with him will help him understand that you can never slack off when it comes to cleaning."

"Got it."

"And, uh... like I said before, if there's anything I can ever do for you... gimme a call." I winked, and left. On my way out, I totally ignored Davey and walked right past him. As soon as I was outside, I called Jenna immediately to tell her how my poor hubby, the complete slave loser at home, would have to go to work, in one week's time, and have every one of his co-workers make him feel like a peon loser, too! Hahahaha! Ohhhh, fuck!! How am I soooo blessed in life?? I loved knowing, too, that since he was required to keep that finger-like thing up his butt for one hour at work, he'd be bent over, wiping tables, wearing panties under his pants, with his penis cage in front, and the "butt pacifier" in back. I told Jenna we really needed to loosen up his ass to take a butt-plug, so I could make him wear that all day at work. 

About an hour later, I called Jeff, and told him that I didn't see Davey when I dropped by there, and I can't seem to get him by phone. Was he there? Jeff said, "Yes. Actually.. maybe you didn't see him but he saw you. He came by after you left and asked why you were here."

"Ah. And what did you tell him?"

"I just said you were asking about his work hours. That's all I said."

"OK, wonderful." I said, "Well, I'll just text him, then. Thaaaanks, Jeff."

Right after that, I sent hubby this text: "i hope u didnt try and go ask some1 at work why i was there, cuz if u did i'll find about it and u'll be in big trouble. new rule, if i come to ur work and leave w/out saying anything to u, u're not allowed to ask any1 why i was there." 

Jenna and I laughed our asses off knowing Davey would be sweating bullets the rest of the day. Hahahaha! I decided to let him sweat all evening, too. I stopped home about 9:30 and found Davey in the laundry room, folding clothes. I came swinging cat-o-nines and whipped him all over, and said, "I found out from Mr. Mullens that you went in there asking questions. You should know if you can't ask ME questions, you can't ask anyone questions ABOUT me, either! Instead of just trusting that I had a good reason to be there, WHICH I DID, you had to go snooping. You just earned yourself the next two months in chastity, mister. AND IF YOU DARE MAKE A PEEP... it'll be 4." Then I disappeared out of the room, and left him with our laundry...and probably his tears. Bwahahaha!

Then I left the house and went back to Jenna's, not returning until about 2 AM, so my poor little housewimp would have to wait until the next night to see me. Hahaha.

Jeff did manage to find some more shifts, or half-shifts, or overtime hours here and there, for Davey to work, so now he was averaging 15-20 more hours a week than before. That was perfect, and when Jeff kept hinting at wanting a blow job, I asked him if there was any place inside Feedler where we could get away with it. He told me about a supply closet, near a door I could slip in without Davey seeing me. I arranged to meet him. I got there early to locate the closet, but after I found it, I went back out, circled the building, and then came in on the other side so Davey *would* be able to see me go by. I strutted back, ignoring him, shaking my ass in a mini-skirt. As I made my way to the back of the building, I passed Matt, the guy I had fucked while engaged to Davey, the guy I was afraid would tell Davey about me. He never had, and now, as he saw me sashaying past, he stopped, and studied me suspiciously. I just smiled and winked at him. Then I went back to the closet and waited. 

When Jeff came in and shut the door, I smiled and went to my knees. I pulled out his dick, and started to suck it a little, but then I came clean with him and told him that my hubby was a wimp, whom I had totally pussywhipped, and underneath his pants was a pair of panties and a cage on his useless dick, both of which I forced poor hubby to wear. I told him the real reason for my idea about the break room was that I wanted my hubby to feel like a little bitchboy loser at work, too, and would he please tell me all about everyone there at the office bossing him around? Please give me details, I said.

I fingered my pussy and kept licking and sucking Jeff's cock as he laughed and told me about Davey's new jobs of break room cleaner and errand boy. He said he made it clear to everyone to be very strict with Davey. He said people would tell him exactly how they wanted their coffee, and make him stand while they tasted it, sometimes making him fix it again if it wasn't right. All day long, people would say, "Hey, Davey, grab that Mountain Dew from the fridge for me, will ya?" Even if someone spilled a soda all over the floor, instead of cleaning it up themselves, they'd yell for Davey and make him get on his hands and knees and wipe it up, right at their feet, while they stood over him! The more humiliating the story was, the more hungrily I sucked, and the more furiously I fingered myself. 

Between sucks, I said, "Oh my god... Jeff... can you make him call everybody 'sir' and 'maam'? Can you? Please?"

"Hahaha. Yeah. I absolutely can."

"Ohhh god that would be so hot. Can you make him take over the janitor services? This place isn't that big... Can you just cancel the service you have and make him take care of it?"

"Hahahaha! Ohhh my god, woman."

"I mean, you don't even have to pay him for it, just like tell him that's part of his job now."

"I'll look into that. I'm not directly in charge of that. But I'll see."

"Is there anything else you can think of just to make him feel like more a little loser wimp around here?"

"Uhhhh..."

"You know what, I know something... I have a little gift for you. I'm gonna tell Davey that it's because of you he's been gettin' all the extra hours. I'm gonna tell him it would be a very nice gesture of thanks for him to come to you and offer to wash your car once a week, right out here in the parking lot."

"Hahahaha! Heyyyy... that works."

"That means once a week, until further notice. So that means he won't stop doing that unless I say so."

"Nice!"

"What day's best for you?"

"Friday afternoons, I think."

"You got it. Make sure you're really snobby to him about it, like you're some stuck-up rich guy and he's just some poor peon."

"Whatever you say, baby."

Back at home, I found Davey on his knees, bent over the edge of the bathtub, scrubbing it. I sat on the ledge beside him, and said, "Davey, it's because of Mr. Mullens that you've been getting so many more hours at work, because I met with him a few weeks ago to ask him about that. Of course, you already know that since you broke the rules and went snooping to see why I was there... but anyway... I think it would be a very good boy of you to go to Mr. Mullens tomorrow and say, 'Sir, I really appreciate all the extra hours you've given me, and I'd like to offer to wash your car for you on Friday.' Do you think you can do that, Davey?"

"Yes, dear."

"OK, good. He'll probably refuse, but at least you offered. But if he says OK, then make sure you wash it very thoroughly, just like he wants it. And wax it, too, if he wants. He might think 'washing' includes cleaning up the inside, I don't know... Anyway, be smart about this; you need to stay on his good side, so no matter what he tells you, say, 'yes sir'." I was getting wet in my panties telling my husband to say "yes sir" to the man whose cock I was sucking just a few hours ago.

"Once you've washed his car one time, he might expect you to do it every Friday, so... I guess don't be surprised if that happens. Like I said, just say 'yes sir' and do it without any complaining."

"Yes, dear."

"By the way, hun, how *are* things at your job? Are you still enjoying Feedler? Is it still working out?"

"Ummm... I guess... it's just... lately..."

"What?"

"Well... Jeff actually-"

"Mr. Mullens, you mean."

"Well, we all call him Jeff-"

"I don't think you should. What did I just say a minute ago? This is the one guy, above all others there, you should be sucking up to. I mean... he's the most... superior guy there. If there's anyone's butt you should be kissing, it's his." Ohhhh god... yes, I knew what I was doing with this kinda talk, and I was loving it! "Plus he IS superior to you, anyway, so you should call him Mr. Mullens and 'sir'."

"Ummm... well, anyway..."

"Wait a minute, don't change the subject. I want you to tell me that Mr. Mullens is superior to you, that you need to kiss his butt, and I want you to promise me you'll call him 'sir'."

"Ummm... OK.. I mean, yes dear. I will call Mr. Mullens 'sir'."

"Say all the rest. Don't you know how this works by now, Davey? Tell me Mr. Mullens is superior to you, that you need to kiss his butt, and promise me you'll call him 'sir'." 

"Yes, dear. Mr. Mullens is superior to me, I need to kiss his butt, and I promise to call him 'sir'."

I could not resist at that point. I still had my mini-skirt on that I wore when I went in to suck Jeff off. Sitting on the ledge of the bathtub, I flung my legs open, grabbed Davey's head in both hands, said, "Good boy!" and shoved his face right against my panty-clad pussy. I grinded on his face, then reached down to slide my panties to the middle of my thighs. Then I pushed Davey's face into my wet pussy, and said, "Oh, that's such a good boy. Eat me!" Davey's hands were useless, because one held a sponge, and both had scouring powder on them, so he had to keep both hung over the ledge, into the tub. 

After getting myself off, I slid my panties back up, said, "Whew! Wow. That came outta nowhere. You were a very good boy, though. Anyway... I'm sorry I interrupted. You were gonna tell me how things are going at work?"

He started by telling me Jeff dropped the break room cleanup duties on him a couple of weeks before, as well as the general on-demand refreshment provision duties for the whole office. I broke in and said, "Hm. That's weird, that he would just spring that on you. But I hope you agreed to it. Him being superior to you and all."

He was beginning to catch on that there was something... a little off... about my wording. There was a brief look of puzzlement on his face, but then he said, "Yes. I did agree, but it's been... *sigh* ... kind of embarrassing, because people have really been taking advantage of me over this."

"Do you provide them with helpful services?"

"Well. Yeah. Like... every 10 mintues, it seems like. Someone is calling me over to get them something. Or calling me into the break room... like, 'This table needs wiped, David.' Or, 'I spilled something on the floor, and it's your job to keep the floor clean, so go ahead and clean that up for me.'"

I was getting a little wet again from hearing him talk about his whole office treating him like the little slave I'd made him into. I could listen to this all day, but I didn't want him to be aware - quite yet - of how much I enjoyed it. I decided to end the conversation by saying, "Well... I wouldn't let it bother you, as long as they're pleased with your performance at work, and you keep your job there so you can move up... that's what's important. So just keep doing a good job without any complaining. Finish up this tub, Davey, and wash your hands, and then crawl into the living room to meet me."

At that point I walked away abruptly, and went into the living room. I moved the coffee table to leave a big open space in the center of the room. Then I sat on the sofa to wait. I slipped my panties off, and lazily fingered myself under my skirt.

When he came in, I had him kneel before me in the center of the room. I smirked at him and fingered myself a little. "Do you like my pussy?"

"Yes."

"I do too. I love playing with it. Just touching my pussy... whenever I want. And making myself cum. I love that."

He just stared... in frustrated desire.

"I love your tongue in my pussy. Your ... dick [I made a disgusted look] ... in my pussy, well... that was a disappointment." I gave a mean chuckle. "But I love your tongue in it. How long has it been now since your little penis cage got unlocked, and I let you have a little cummy-cummy?"

"Um... I guess ... almost ... four weeks now."

"Can I tell you something? I love keeping you locked up, Davey. I love only letting you cum in a frustrating way. And Davey... the truth is, I don't *want* to have sex with you. I'll never have sex with you again, Davey. How do you feel about that? You can tell me. You can answer honestly."

"I feel *terrible* about it!" he whined, and he instantly started to break down and cry. I let him sob for half-a-minute, then I said, "Go ahead and cry, Davey. I don't mind. You know what?" I leaned forward a little and said, quietly, and wantonly, "Your tears turn me on."

Then I leaned back and started to finger my pussy, while smirking at my poor, tortured hubby. He sobbed even more pitifully, and after a minute or so said, "Why are you doing this to me?"

I continued smirking, and started to breathe a little heavier, too. I said, "I don't believe you are allowed to ask me questions, Davey." He gave an exhale of defeat, and lowered his head. "But... I'll let you slide this time. I don't really know why you're so sad, Davey. I'm not sad at all. I'm very... VERY... happy. I love my life, and I love my husband- well... I love my marriage, anyway. Treating you this way makes me happy, Davey. It makes me OVERJOYED. And ... that should make you happy. Don't you wanna sacrifice your happiness for mine, Davey? That's what *I* want."

After a pause, I said, "Do you love me, Davey?"

"Yes, Mand- ... dear... yes, dear... I love you! I love you with all my heart, and it just-"

"Ah-ah! You answered the question. So what's the problem, Davey? Keep loving me. Keep making me happy. Be my slave hubby. Let me ask you something. Do I let you sleep every night?"

"Yes."

"Do I let you eat and drink?"

"Yes."

"So... every day you eat, and every night you sleep. When you're awake, you spend your days making me happy. So what's the problem. I'll continue to let you eat and drink, and sleep. I'll never make you eat shit, or eat garbage, or something disgusting like that. I don't want you to get sick. I need you to be able to function every day. So you can keep my house clean, keep our bills paid, and all that. All you have to do is... whatever I say... and you'll have a happy wife. Happy wife, happy life, right? Hahahaha." 

For a moment, I let him suffer with the obvious awareness that he was NOT happy. Then I said, "If you're not happy, Davey, it's because you're choosing not to be. You know what they say, 'happiness is a choice'? So why not just choose to be happy... since you know I'm happy. But... for right now, Davey, your tears are turning me on, so crawl over here and put your face right in my pussy, so I can smear your tears and my pussy juice all over you, hahahahaha! ... Davey! Crawl over here now! Eat your wife's pussy!"




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 05



My defeated hubby obeyed, and I'm sure my screams of pleasure could easily be heard through the thin walls of our apartment building, as I bucked against his face and listened to his sobbing whimpers. After I orgasmed, I turned around and put my butt to his face, looked at him over my shoulder, and said, "Now kiss my butt, Davey, and tell me you love me, beg me to never leave you, and tell me you'll be my wimp loser slave hubby for the rest of your life, to make me happy." I turned back forward, and have to admit, I held my breath, wondering if he would really do it. 

This was probably the most critical moment of our entire relationship so far. If he surrendered to me now, and did what I commanded, I would have him forever. Not only that, I could get him to accept anything. ANYTHING. Would he do it?

He did. I closed my eyes in relief, and smiled from ear to ear. Now... Davey was finally MINE... for good.

After he kissed my butt and pledged his undying devotion to me forever, I took him into the bathroom, glad that he had just cleaned our tub. I made him sit in it, with his legs straight out in front of him, and I cuffed his wrists behind his back. I said, "Put your legs together", and I stripped naked and climbed into the tub. I placed a foot on either side of his legs, facing away from him, and then leaned forward against the wall, and had him kiss and lick my pussy and butt. Then I pulled away from him a little, looked over my shoulder at him and said, "I want to show you what I think of your tiny, useless dick." Then I faced forward again, squatted down, and started to unleash my piss into his crotch. I heard him behind me starting to cry, so I looked over my shoulder and smirked at him.

"There's those tears again. God, I love that!" When I finished pissing, I backed into his face again with my crotch and said, "Lick me clean, I just took a piss. Get some tears on my pussy, too, they feel good." I was delighted when I felt him not only lick, but move his head to actually wipe his eyes on my pussy. Oh my god, this is wonderful, I thought. Soooo obedient. Even though his wife is completely breaking his heart, to show his love he is still willing to intentionally wipe his tears on her pussy, to make her happy. It doesn't get any better than that!

When I stepped out of the tub, first I stepped onto the tile floor, then I sat on the toilet and said, "Tell me you love me."

"I love you... dear."

I swung a leg up onto the tub ledge, and said, "Look at this. Your wife... who you love... she has ... *piss* ... on her feet! Look at that! Eww. Why don't you, in a wonderful gesture of love for your wife... clean her feet, and get that disgusting piss off of there."

Since it was obvious that with cuffed hands, the only way he could clean the piss off his wife's feet was with his tongue, he leaned forward and licked my foot. When it felt kinda clean, I put the other one to his face to lick.

I stood up, grabbed a washrag, ran it under the water in the sink, and wiped off my feet. Then I dried them. Next I got dressed, and primped myself a little in the mirror.

I said, "Ahhhhh... well... I think I'm going to watch a show I recorded. It's an hour long. During that hour, I'm gonna let you sit in here in the dark, right there, in the tub. I want you to spend the time thinking about how much you love your wife. And also think about how much your wife hates your dick. So just stay put 'til I come back in." I turned off the light and closed the door on my sobbing hubby, and then sauntered into my living room to sit on the couch and enjoy some TV. Ahhhhh... I felt sooo happy.

I told Jenna I was getting impatient for the day that I knew for sure Davey would never divorce me. Even bringing him to the point of pledging his love (and more importantly, slavery) to me forever was not enough to make me completely confident he wouldn't change his mind and leave me. Us buying a house would help, but I really wanted to get those legal papers drawn up and get Davey to sign them so he could be, for sure, locked in. Jenna had a little plaything lawyer, a guy in his 50s, she could go to, who, in exchange for some S & M play time with her, might be willing to draw something up.

So the next week, I went over to Jenna's in the afternoon and found this silly fool on his hands and knees in the middle of her living room floor, with clothespins all over his dick and balls, a ball gag in his mouth, and a dildo sticking out of his ass. Hahaha! She said I was free to use one of her whips to try and whip clothespins off of him, or just whip him wherever I wanted, and also feel free, she said, to work that dildo in and out of him.

As I did so, I explained to him what I wanted: Documents requiring Davey to give up everything we owned to me in the event he ever filed for divorce, or even moved out of our residence. Make sure it said that even if there was no proof he'd actually moved out, but that his whereabouts were unknown to me for, say, three days, the requirements would go into effect. Also he'd be required to fork over to me 30% of all his income, forever.

The lawyer nodded, indicating he understood. I sat on a chair in front of him and flashed him my panty-clad pussy. I turned to Jenna and said, "Have you put this ugly idiot in chastity?"

"No. But you know... that's not a bad idea."

"Do you have a cage you could use on him?"

"No. No, I don't."

"Well, I think you should order one for him. I'd let you use the one I have, but of course it's on my hubby, and I'm not takin' THAT one off, hahaha. Is his wallet over there somewhere?"

"I imagine it's in his pants."

I turned to the lawyer, and said, "Tell me... Mr. Bigshot Lawyer... Does Jenna have your consent to take one of your credit cards from your wallet, and order a nice little cage to lock up your stupid little penis in?"

He nodded. 

"Good. Go ahead and find a good cage for this silly little man, Jenna. He really is ugly. What use could his dick possibly have? No woman would wanna have sex with HIM! Does he have a wife?"

"No, he doesn't. He's divorced. Lives alone."

"He SHOULD live alone, hahaha. Can't believe there ever WAS a woman who married him. Have you forbidden him to date?"

"No."

"I think you should."

"What kind do you think we should get him?" asked Jenna, who was on her laptop looking at a website. I went over and looked at them with her, and we talked about it, while the 50ish lawyer waited patiently in the living room. We picked one out, and Jenna said, "OK... your cage will be coming to you in the mail in a few days."

I said, "I think he should call us immediately when it does, so we can go to his house and put it on him."

"Yes," Jenna said, and turning to him: "Don't even open the package until we get there."

"In the meantime," I said, "Do you think you can trust him not to play with his stupid little weiner?"

"I don't know. And I usually let him cum at the end of a session."

"Whaaaat?? I hardly think it's appropriate for his silly little dick to squirt goo until I have my papers."

"Hmm," she said. "Well, come over here, then." She sat me back down on the chair in front of him, and had him slide his face up under my skirt, and put his nose up to my panty-clad pussy, where he could breathe my scent. She asked him, "Are you willing to give up letting your little dick cummy-cummy today, to make Mandy happy?"

He mumbled an "mm-hm" through the ball gag. 

"Was that a yes?"

"Mm-hm", he mumbled again, and nodded as well. 

"Awww," she said. "That is really sweet of you." She then drilled his ass a bit with the dildo. "And are you willing to keep your grubby hands off that stupid little dick for the next few days, until your penis cage arrives?" Again he nodded, and mumbled that he agreed. Then she came around, pulled him back from under my skirt, went to one knee beside him, and wrapped an arm around his head to direct his face to look at hers. Putting her face close to his, she said, "And you knowwww... as soon as we put that cage on you... we're taking the key, right?" 

He nodded. "And then... how often you get unlocked ... to enjoy a little cummy-cummy... will be completely up to us. You know this, right?" He nodded.

A few days later Jenna called me and said Michael (that was the lawyer's name) had finished preparing my documents, and also his package had arrived, and was waiting at his house. She came by my apartment that night to pick me up. I said to Davey, "Jenna will be here in a few minutes, and I hope you know you won't be allowed to put on clothes, and you should just continue with your chores there. Don't speak to Jenna unless she speaks to you. And I recommend you don't look at her, either, because if she catches you, well... if you think it hurts when I whip you, you don't EVEN wanna know what she can do."

When Jenna came over, she and I went in my bedroom and closed the door. We got me dressed, and talked; Davey could only hear our muffled voices. While in the apartment, she never said a word to Davey or even acknowledged his presence. I spied him closely to see if he would glance in her direction. He never did.

We left the apartment without a word to my hubby, and drove over to Michael's place. He had left the package unopened (like a good boy), so Jenna and I opened it, and Jenna said, "You wanna put it on him?"

I screwed up my nose and said, "Ew. No. I don't wanna touch his dick."

"Well, neither do I! Haha."

The device came with four keys, so we made sure to take those away, but then we handed him the pieces and told him to put it on himself. He didn't really know how it worked, so Jenna explained it to him, and he locked himself up for us. I chuckled to myself as I watched, thinking about how it really made no difference to me whether or not this man's dick was in chastity, but he had agreed to do it just to amuse me. 

He had always called her Mistress Jenna, and Jenna wanted him to call me Miss Mandy. She liked the title 'mistress' for herself, as she played the role of the elegant, dark seductress to him, the woman who set rewards and punishments. But since I played the role of the capricious young brat, she thought 'miss' fit me better. She called him simply 'Michael', but I called him 'pindick' or ... well, basically whatever belittling nickname happened to come to me in the moment.

As we sat on Michael's sofa and looked at him kneeling on his living room floor, Jenna said, "So ... now that we have Michael's cummy-cummies completely in our control, how long do you think he should have to wait before we unlock him and let him squirt?" 

"I don't know. I think once a week is MORE than often enough for an old loser like him. Hell, my hubby's been locked up for a month now."

Jenna nodded. "Once a week, to start with, sounds reasonable to me. *If* he's good, of course."

"Of course. So... he already hasn't been allowed to squirt for the last... what is it, four days?"

"Mm, yes. Four days."

"But then, we don't know for *sure* he hasn't played with himself during that time."

"Have you, Michael?"

"No, Mistress Jenna, I wouldn't do that."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

I asked, "Could you prove it in court? Beyond a reasonable doubt? Haha."

"Well," he said, "I don't think I could prove it beyond a reasonable doubt. You have only my word, and Mistress Jenna as... a character witness, I guess."

So I asked her, "Well, Mistress Jenna, would you be willing to testify on needle-dick's behalf? Hahaha."

"Ummmm," she said. "I don't think I'd agree to testify in court, but ... it is true, he is a very obedient little boy."

"Hmmm," I said. "Well... my ruling is that it doesn't really matter what he says, and, since you wouldn't go so far as to testify in court, then the last four days don't count, and he should stay in that thing for at least a week, from *today*."

Jenna nodded and said, "That sounds like a wise ruling."

"Yes," said Michael. "Thank you, your honor." He chuckled, and then Jenna and I also laughed, but then I said, "That's The Honorable Miss Mandy to you," and we all laughed again.

"Oh, by the way," I said. "Have you forbidden him to date yet? That's up to you, I mean, he's your slave... or... playmate or whatever... but I'd like to do women everywhere a favor by keeping this ugly fool away from them, hahaha."

"Well... you know... I like to give him a lot of freedom in his personal life, but... I will tell you this, Michael: If you do have any kind of date, I think you should tell me, and I will tell Miss Mandy... and I don't think she'll be pleased to hear it, and she may recommend some kind of punishment. So... you can decide if it's worth the risk to you."

"Yes, Mistress Jenna," he said. "Thank you."

I told Michael he might want to keep an ice pack in the freezer. I told him sometimes my hubby wakes up in the night in great pain because his dick is trying to get hard, and his balls ache, and an ice pack helps. I had an attack of kindness there, I don't know where that came from, hahaha. 

Michael said it would be best if Davey and I signed the legal documents in his office, with him present. I asked if we could come in the next day to do that, provided Davey agreed to sign once I'd shown the papers to him. Michael said he should be free in the afternoon. 

Jenna and I took the papers to her place, where I read them aloud to her. She said, "Well, even though he hasn't signed them yet, I think this calls for a celebration." She broke open some wine, and we drank the bottle, listened to music, and talked, and then I crashed there, in her bed.



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 06



AUTHOR'S NOTE: I write stories most people find particularly depraved. To paraphrase Frank Zappa: If you are determined to be outraged, I can accommodate you.

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When I woke up, I lay in Jenna's bed for a moment, as I heard her fiddling around in the kitchen, and I realized that this was the first time I'd stayed out all night, and since I'd left my bedroom door open, Davey would have seen, while doing his morning wifey-worship (hahaha) that I hadn't been home. It was possible he'd gotten concerned about that, and decided to call or text me. So I jumped out of bed, padded out to the counter separating Jenna's kitchen from her living room, and grabbed my phone.

"Good morning, Miss Mandy," said Jenna.

I chuckled and said, "Good morning, Mistress Jenna." Then, after examining my phone, I said, "Damn."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, since I never went home all night, and since that's the first time I've done that since Davey and I got married, I was kinda hoping he'd call or text me."

She harumphed, and said, "Well, that... sounds... uncharacteristically sweet. I wouldn't think you'd care."

"Well, I do care. Because I made a rule a long time ago that he's never allowed to call or text me, unless it's an emergency. But I was hoping he did so I could punish him."

"Ohhhhh... hahahaha! OK."

Since I had my phone in hand, I called Jeff, at his office at Feedler, and asked if I could pull Davey away from work for a couple hours that afternoon. I told him it involved some important business concerning our house-hunting. (In truth, Davey and I were not yet ready to even start looking for a house.) Jeff OK'd it, and I told him I'd call back later when I was ready to pick Davey up, and in the meantime, please don't say anything to Davey about it.

Then I told Jenna I wanted to dress in some professional-looking clothing for my little meeting with Davey. I wanted to look like a sexy, authoritative lawyer in front of him. We tried to find something in her wardrobe that would do the trick, and we did find one good outfit, but it didn't fit me right, because Jenna is an amazon compared to me.

So Jenna said, "Well, I'll tell you what, kiddo. Let's go shopping, and I will buy you an outfit for this occasion. I think, considering the fact you've made my life a hundred times more fun since I met you, I owe you at least that much."

We found the perfect skirt, blouse, and blazer, with shoes to match, and we decided to go with some thigh-high stockings, too, with lace at the top, that would melt Davey to putty when he saw me with my legs crossed in them. Then we went out to lunch, and Jenna took me back to my place. I changed into the outfit and headed over to Feedler.

When I pulled into a parking space, I called Jeff and asked him to tell Davey I was waiting in the parking lot for him. "If he asks you what it's about, just say you don't know, but he has your permission to leave, until I bring him back."

When Davey came up to my driver's side window, I rolled it down, kept looking straight ahead and said, "Get in." After he did, I backed out of the space, never looking at Davey or saying a word, and he remained silent also. Of course. Because he's not allowed to do otherwise.

I drove him home, opened the door for him to walk in, and told him to strip off all his clothes and kneel beside our dining table. I stood by the door until he did so. Then I sat down in front of him. "Tell me that you love me, and beg me to never leave you."

"I love you Mand- ... dear. I love you. Please don't ever leave me. Please. I love you, dear, please, please, don't ever leave me."

"Tell me that you love me and would never, EVER, even DREAM of leaving me."

"I love you, dear. I would never, ever, even dream of leaving you."

"Again."

"I love you, dear. I would never, ever, even dream of leaving you."

"Again."

"I love you, dear. I would never, ever, even dream of leaving you."

"Tell me you know you are a complete loser slave to your wife, but that you are happy to remain so for the rest of your life, and will do anything she says, to make her happy, even when it makes you unhappy."

"I know I am a complete loser slave to my wife, but I am happy to remain so... for the rest of my life... and do anything you say.. anything she says, to make her happy, even when... it makes me... unhappy."

"Tell me that you know your wife will never let you have sex with her again, but you still love her more than anything in the world, and would love for her to find sexual satisfaction from other men, because you want her to be happy."

Davey's eyes widened, and he gasped like I'd just punched him in the gut. But he said, "I know my wife will never let me have sex with her again, but I love her anyway, more than anything in the world, and ... I would... love for her to... find ... [here he started to tear up, and his voice broke]... sexual satisfaction ... with other men... because... I want her to be happy." 

He started to sob, looking down at the floor in front of me, and shaking his head. When he looked back up at me, he saw me smirking. I said, "Tell me you know ... that your wife loves to make you cry."

After three or four audible sobs, he wailed, "I know my wife loves to make me cry."

"But you still love her and will love her forever."

"But I still love her... and will love her forever."

Satisfied he was in the right frame of mind, I said, "I have some documents here... aaand... based on what you just told me, I think you'll find them perfectly reasonable, and... you'll have no trouble... signing them for me. Like a good little boy. Here. Read."

I handed him the papers, and as he knelt on the hard tile floor, he read them carefully. When he finished, he glanced up at me, a little concerned, and then took the time to read them through a second time. When I knew he was finished, I said, "If you have any questions, you are allowed to ask."

He seemed at a loss, and didn't say anything, so I said, "You'll notice these documents say nothing about what would happen if *I* ever filed for divorce, or left you. So you should find that reassuring. I mean... I *know* I'll never leave you. Why would I do that? I love..." Here I paused to make him think I might say "you". "... having a little slaveboy husband. Why would I ever give that up?"

"So," I asked him, "are you willing to sign those?"

He nodded, as he bowed his head. "Good," I said, and took the papers back from him. "We need to go to the lawyer's office, then, so you can sign in front of him. Stay right there."

I went back to my bedroom and shut the door so hubby couldn't hear. I called the office of Mr.-Bigshot-Lawyer-with-his-dick-in-a-cage. A secretary answered, and I said, "Yes, Mr. Tamalinas, please."

"One moment," then, "Michael Tamalinas."

"Well, hello, pencil-dick, Miss Mandy calling."

"Yes... hello ... Miss Mandy... what can I do for you?"

"My hubby has agreed to sign the papers. Would we be able to come in right now, for him to do that?"

"Yes... uhhh... just come on in and... if you would... please tell my secretary that the Thompsons are here."

"Hahaha. I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, Michael, I would never call myself 'Miss Mandy' or hint to anyone who doesn't already know, about your secret life."

"Ha. Oh, no, actually that wouldn't be an issue. My secretary knows. I figured it'd be better if I told her myself rather than risk her finding out some other way."

"Haha. Well, I will also be very considerate as I ask you this question: I would like to make my husband drop his pants in your office and pull down his panties to show off his chastity cage. Would you mind if I asked you to do the same when we are there? If you're not comfortable with that, I understand."

"Um... if you would like to do that, I am OK with it. As long as he does it first? Is that OK?"

"Sure."

"And as long as there aren't any noises people outside the office can hear. And I do have an appointment in an hour, so we will need to be done by then."

"Agreed. Well, you have been a very good boy, Michael, and I'm glad, because if you had not agreed to dropping your pants for me, I'd have had to ask Mistress Jenna to punish you with another week of chastity. We'll see you in a few minutes."

"I'll be here."

I took Davey into Michael's office, where he signed the papers, and then I made Davey get up from his chair and drop his pants to his ankles. His face was red as a beet, but he said, "Yes, dear," and did it. I laughed at his panties, and told him to pull those to his knees. I asked him, "Do you have your butt pacifier with you?" He blushed and said it was in his desk at work. "Hmm," I frowned. "I should have told Jeff to make you put it in before you came." Poor Davey was mortified by that idea, haha. But I also made that comment so Michael could pick up on the fact that my domination of my husband extended even to his workplace, and that there was some mysterious "Jeff" that did my bidding.

"Michael. Show my hubby that he doesn't have to be quite so embarrassed. Drop your pants to your ankles."

Davey's eyes were wide as saucers. As Michael loosened his belt, I said, "I didn't hear you say 'Yes, Miss Mandy.'" Davey's mouth dropped open, as, for the first time he realized, he wasn't the only one who followed his wife's orders.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Yes, Miss Mandy."

"Oh my god. Do you wear MEN's underwear? That is just wrong. Pretending you're a man. You really should wear panties."

When Michael's pants and underwear were down, and he straightened back up, I turned to my hubby and said, "You see, Davey? You're not the only man in the world with a useless dick. And yours isn't the only one some woman decided to lock away. Mistress Jenna locked this fool's away. You're actually a lot luckier than he is. You at least have a sexy wife at home, that you get to look at, whose pussy you get to lick. This poor sap lives by himself and doesn't even have THAT. At least I have a use for your tongue, Davey, I'd never let this idiot even SEE my pussy. OK, boys, pull up your pants, you look ridiculous." 

Michael kept a copy of the documents for his files, gave me a copy, and then said, "You are each legally entitled to keep a copy of these documents for your personal records, so I am legally obligated to pass a copy from my hand to yours, Davey. What happens to it afterward is out of my control." He handed a copy to Davey, and I said, "You won't need that, Davey, give it to me." He did.

Before we left, I said, "Michael, do you have a few bucks on you? I could really use a new pair of shoes for dancing. Mistress Jenna and I are planning to go clubbing this weekend."

"Sure," he said, reaching into his wallet. "A hundred dollars enough?" I frowned and said, "It'll do, I guess."

"Here, one-fifty." 

I took it from him, saying, "Good boy. Tell ya what, I'm gonna text Mistress Jenna and ask her to shave off one day of chastity for you, how 'bout that? Isn't that nice of me?"

"Yes, Miss Mandy. That is very, very nice, thank you."

"Bye now. Come on, Davey. Walk." We left, and I took Davey back to work. When we pulled into the parking lot, I turned off the car, which he didn't expect. "I'm going in with you," I said. Just inside the office, I whispered to Davey, "Go to your desk, and get that butt pacifier and lube, and slip them in your pocket. Then meet me in Jeff's office."

Inside Jeff's office, I said, "I brought your little office bitch back. And I'm ready to pay you back. Want a blow job?"

He said, "Absolutely!" through his shit-eating grin. I said, "OK, Davey will be here in a minute. How about the three of us go in that supply closet, and I'll suck you off right in front of him."

"Ha ha ha ha. Outstanding."

When the three of us got inside, and Jeff locked the door behind us, I said, "Davey, drop your pants to your ankles right now. Do it!" He did, and Jeff and I watched him blush as he stood, looking like a fool with his penis cage sticking out the sides of his panties. "Drop those panties," I said, "And reach into your pants pocket and get that butt pacifier and lube."

"Butt... pacifier?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, I want you to see this thing. This is almost like his... girlfriend on the side, I guess. He licks her, he sucks her, she fucks him... in the butt, of course. Davey, lube that thing up and slide it in and out of your asshole for Mr. Mullens here. I think he deserves to see that. After all, he IS superior to you."

I sidled up to Jeff, and said, "You know, Jeff... as long as Davey has his pants pulled down... maybe you'd prefer to have yours down, too?"

"Yeah... I think I would." Hubby looked horrified as I stroked Jeff's chest through his shirt, and Jeff unbuckled his belt. He unfastened his pants and let them just drop, then pulled his feet out and kicked the pants away. I moved my hand over Jeff's swelling dick, and squeezed it through his boxers. 

Staring at hubby, I said, "Make sure you keep fucking your silly little ass with that pacifier. You know... under *these* shorts, you won't find a useless little dick locked in a cage. I think I can find a use for *this* dick."

I kept stroking Jeff's cock on the outside of his shorts, while I stared hubby down and looked for signs of resistance to what he must have known was about to happen. Davey kept fucking his ass, and, though his eyes pleaded with me, it looked as though he knew he would have to accept his fate.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Davey. The reason Jeff made you the little office lackey around here... is because I asked him to... hahahaha. That's right. Having you as my little slave at home is great. It makes me very happy, but what makes me even happier... is knowing you're a little bitch at work, too. Hahahaha! Ohhhh... it's just DELICIOUS to me... hahaha. So... when you're at home, you obey me. When you're here... Jeff is here for me, to see to it that you remain an obedient little bitch. After all... like I've said, Davey, Mr. Mullens is superior to you. Say it."

He cleared his throat, bowed his eyes in shame, and said, "Mr. Mullens is superior to me."

"That's right. Don't forget it. Mr. Mullens - or Jeff, as I call him - is superior to you, and you should kiss his butt and say 'yes sir'. And Davey... I won't make you do it now, but one day you WILL kiss his butt. I mean literally. One day, you will kiss Mr. Mullens here, right on his buttHOLE. Now drop to your knees, Davey, and keep fucking yourself with that toy... because I'm about to drop to my knees, too, and I'm gonna suck Jeff off, right here in front of you, and you're gonna kneel there, and watch... and cry if you want to ... because he's superior to you, and I like HIS cock. Sucking HIS cock wouldn't be degrading to me, or disgusting, at all."

As Davey and I both went to our knees, and I pulled Jeff's shorts down and started sucking Jeff's gorgeous, delicious meat, I said, "I like Jeff's cock... and his cum, too... Every time I've swallowed it, it's been delicious."

At that point, my hubby did start to cry. He didn't sob, but he got teary-eyed, and sniffled a lot. That just made me want to show off my deep-throating skills, so I could add to hubby's pain by making him realize I had obviously lied to him a few months before, when I refused to go down on him and called him "perverted", hahahaha!

After blowing Jeff and swallowing all of his load, I told Davey to take his "butt pacifier" out and suck on it. I told Jeff, "You know, I've already swallowed all of your cum, but if I'd thought of it, I might have spit it into my hubby's mouth instead. He eats his own slimy goo, so I'm sure he wouldn't have any trouble eating yours." 

I was pushing Davey with ever more outrageous possibilities (which I knew would eventually become realities), trying to make sure Davey hadn't reached the limit of what he could bear. "Maybe I'll do that next time. Or... even better, maybe I'll make Davey eat your cum... out of my pussy." I flashed Jeff a quick smile and then examined Davey's eyes for any sign that, perhaps, THAT was too much for him to endure.

"Mmmmmmm," said Jeff. "THAT could definitely be arranged." Up until then, Jeff had only gotten blow jobs from me. Now I was telling him that he'd soon get to fuck me. I was really tempted to give Davey another little zinger (and revelation!) by telling Jeff my hubby had already eaten lots of cum out of my pussy during our engagement. But I wanted Jeff to feel special, like he would be the first to subject Davey to that humiliation.

When Jeff and I dressed and composed ourselves, I told Davey to put "your little girlfiend there" back in his pocket, and get on his hands and knees in front of Jeff. I said, "Now, Davey... Jeff has some questions for you. I hope you will answer his questions in a way that you know would please me."

Jeff looked at me, confused, but I snuggled up beside him and whispered in his ear: "Repeat what I say. Do you admit that I am superior to you, and that you will always address me as 'Mr. Mullens' and 'sir'?"

Jeff repeated my words, and hubby said, "Yes... sir! Yes, sir."

"When you are here at work, will you obey my every command, knowing that doing so will please your wife?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you admit that even though you do not deserve sex from your wife, I do?"

After a sigh of sadness and shame, Davey said, "Yes... sir."

"Are you willing to eat my superior cum out of your wife's pussy, knowing it would please her for you to do so?"

"Yes, sir," Davey said, with his voice breaking just a bit, and tears welling in his eyes.

"Good boy. Then kiss the tops of my shoes, five times each, to show what a good, obedient little loser you are."

Hubby said, "Yes, sir", and complied. 

That Friday afternoon, I made sure to dress extra-slutty and had Jeff text me before Davey went out to the Feedler parking lot to wash Jeff's car. As I drove into the lot, I noted where Davey was, and made sure he didn't see me. Then I sauntered in through the Feedler offices, strutting my sexy ass, and found Jeff in his office. I poked my head in and said, "Would you be willing to come outside with me for a minute? I want to kiss you out there, in front of Davey, if you don't mind."

"Ha. Hell, no, I don't mind."

We went outside to Jeff's car. Davey did a little bit of a double-take when he saw me and Jeff walking up, but he continued scrubbing one of Jeff's hubcaps, with one knee on the parking lot pavement. I stood beside hubby's wash bucket and faced away from him, and led Jeff to the spot. I reached up and hugged Jeff, and whispered to him that he should put his hands on my ass. We kissed deeply as Jeff squeezed my butt, and pulled my short skirt up a little so hubby could see the full glory of my bare legs, and a little of my panties, too. 

"Mmmmm," I said, and made sure hubby could hear. "My friend Jenna and I are going out dancing tonight. You wanna come along?"

"Sure," said Jeff, and we made plans to meet.

"OK," I said, kissing him again. "Who knows... maybe after... we can go back to my place." Then I turned, and act startled, as if I just noticed Davey behind (and below) me, and said, "Oh. Didn't see you there. I see you're being a very good boy for this superior man, though." I kissed Jeff again, and said, "Mmmm... I can't wait for tonight. See you then." Then I strutted to my car without giving Davey another look. But Jeff made me smile when I heard behind me, "Make sure you scrub those whitewalls and make 'em gleam. I got a date tonight."

"Yes, sir."

A little while after driving away, I got a text from Jeff. I laughed my ass off when I read it. It said "btw i make your hubby keep his lil gf up his butt all day now".

When Davey got home from work that day, I wasn't home. I was at Jenna's and we were slutting ourselves up to go clubbing. This was going to be a really good night for us to go together, because Jenna's not a slut like I am. She'd be there to dance and have a good time, but not to just look for any kind of sexual adventure like I usually do. But tonight we were meeting Jeff there, and I knew by the end of the night I'd be fucking him. I told Jenna she had the option of joining us, or she could just go home. She hadn't met Jeff yet, so she'd have to wait and see.




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 06



Jeff met us at the club and we had a good time there for a while, dancing and drinking. When Jeff was in the bathroom, Jenna told me she wasn't really into a threesome with Jeff, but she'd love to come back with us to my house to help me control Davey while I fucked Jeff in front of him. I hugged her and said, "Of course! I can always use your support. I love you." I hugged her and gave her a big kiss on the cheek, to which she said, "Hey, watch it, you're getting lipstick on me, ya little tramp."

I said, "Oh... oh! Hey! If you're gonna come to our house, you think you could drop by your place on the way and get a butt plug? I keep forgetting, I want Davey to be able to take dicks up his ass, hahaha... And Jeff is making him keep that starter thing in his ass all day at work, and I would LOVE for Jeff to see a butt plug going in Davey's ass for the first time. Oh my gahhhhd. That is gonna be so hot making Davey do that in front of Jeff!"

We gave Jenna a head start, and then I rode to my place with Jeff, in his car. I fondled his dick, through his pants, as he drove. When we all got to my apartment, I let us in. There was my good little slave hubby, in the living room, sitting naked on the floor in front of a laundry basket, folding clothes. (You or I might sit on the sofa to fold clothes, but if you remember, my poor hubby isn't allowed to sit on our furniture, hahaha!) 

"Well, hello, hubby. Home all alone on a Friday night, I see. As for me, I had a date, hahaha. Crawl over here and kiss my date's shoes, and thank him for taking your wife out and showing her a good time."

Davey crawled over, kissed Jeff's shoes, and said, "Thank you, sir, for taking my wife out and showing her a good time."

"Oh, no problem," Jeff said. "Now I've brought her back home to show her a good time here, too. While I've been spending the evening with your wife, I wonder... have you been spending it with your girlfriend?" Davey looked up at Jeff with a guilty look on his face, knowing Jeff was referring to the little "butt starter". 

Before he could answer, I said, "Yes, turn around, and let's see if you're hiding your girlfriend in there." Then I slid to my knees beside Jeff, and said, "And let's get your pants off." I loosened Jeff's belt and un-did his pants.

Hubby attempted to stutter an explanation of why he did NOT have his "girlfriend" in his butt, but I said, "That's OK, hubby, I know you follow all the rules you're supposed to, and no one said you had to have your girlfriend in there right now. It's OK, 'cause Jenna wants to introduce you to a new girlfriend tonight. Isn't that right, Jenna?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "I'm sure you'll love this girl. She's more... full-figured, let's say."

We all laughed (except for Davey, of course), and meanwhile I took Jeff's cock out and sucked it. Then I made hubby kiss Jeff's bare ass and tell him how superior Jeff was. Next I made him put his tongue right in Jeff's asshole and rim him, and say "I promise to do anything and everything you tell me to do tonight, sir, to enhance the pleasure you receive from enjoying my wife's body." Then I made him crawl over to Jenna, kiss her feet and say, "I promise to do anything and everything you tell me to do tonight, Mistress Jenna, because you deserve my respect, because I know my wife loves you, and because you've helped our marriage so much."

"Very good, Davey," she said. "Now let's put this collar and leash on you, and I'm going to make sure you are on your best behavior tonight. Because we want your wife to have a REALLY good time, don't we?" 

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

It turned out that in addition to the butt plug, she had loaded a big purse with all kinds of toys, so she took out a collar and leash and put it on Davey, while Jeff and I made ourselves comfortable on the living room sofa. I loved snuggling up to Jeff and making out with him while we watched Jenna put on a rubber glove and lube up her finger. She put one finger, then two, then three, in my hubby's ass while he knelt in the living room and faced the sofa. 

I got a wicked idea and told Jeff to sit tight, I would be right back. I went into the bathroom and got a Q-tip and some toothpaste. When I returned to the living room, I told Jeff I wanted hubby's dick to be in pain while I gave his pleasure, so I used the Q-tip to get inside hubby's chastity cage and apply some toothpaste to his silly dick. Then I squirted some toothpaste onto Jenna's gloved fingers and asked her to get it on his balls and in his ass. I watched Davey's face grimace in pain as I devoured and deep-throated Jeff's cock. Oh my god, it was hot! 

I really wanted to make Jeff cum, so I told Jenna not to put the butt plug in Davey's ass until I took Jeff's load in my mouth and then transferred it to Davey's. I whispered in Jeff's ear: "Tell Davey you're gonna cum in his wife's mouth and that his wife is then gonna spit your cum in his mouth, and he better take it."

Jeff did, and hubby said, "Yes, sir." I said, "When I spit it in your mouth, don't swallow it right away. Hold it in there until I tell you to swallow it."

"Yes, dear."

I got back down on Jeff's dick, deep-throating it and gagging. My tears made my mascara run all over my cheeks, and Jeff's hands clutching my hair and pushing my head up and down made me look like a dirty whore in front of my hubby. Hahaha! The sight must have been so hot, and shocking to him. He'd never seen me act like this. I still couldn't wait to tell him plenty of guys all over Trentstown had seen what he'd never seen, even before we were married, hahaha! But again, I didn't want Jeff to know I'd been around so much.

Jeff came with loud grunts of satisfaction, and then I jumped off the sofa, grabbed Davey by the hair, pushing his head back, and spit Jeff's cum right into his mouth. When he took it all, I said, "Good boy!" and collapsed back on Jeff's lap. "OK, Jenna," I said, "Introduce my hubby to his new girlfriend."

"Gladly," she said, and lubed up the butt plug. Davey kept wincing and going "mmmmmMMMM!" in complaint, as she tried pushing it in. She kept smacking his ass and saying, "Come on, Davey, you can do it, just relax your muscles. Relax them! Come on!"

Jeff and I lounged on the sofa and laughed, watching hubby's face as he tried to please us all by accepting the huge thing in his ass. I said, "I really should have done more to try and stretch you out for this, Davey, but... oh well... hahaha."

"Doesn't matter," Jenna said. "It's goin' in. And it's gonna hurt this time, Davey, so you might as well just face that fact."

"Oh!" I said, perking up. "Since it's gonna hurt anyway, let's put some toothpaste on it." I jumped off the sofa and gleefully squirted a dab of toothpaste onto the end of the plug.

"Hahaha, your wife is BAD, Davey. She's a bad girl. I might just have to give you a hard spanking tonight for marrying such a bad, bad girl."

Jenna made two more attempts to ease the plug in, but when it got to the widest part, at the base, Davey just couldn't seem to take it. She got more testy with him about it, and Jeff said, "When I make you put that thing in at work, I'm not gonna have time for all this fuckin' around, dude."

"That's right!" Jenna said, jerking on Davey's leash. "If you don't take this all the way in, in the next 10 seconds, I'm gonna make you sit down hard on it, and it's *going* in. So take it!" 

Poor hubby couldn't, so Jenna had to make good on her threat. She pulled out some cat-o-nine tails and whipped his back while she shouted at him and made him sit down hard on the butt plug. Even that method took him four or five attempts, as he grunted and groaned with a mouthful of Jeff's cum, hahaha! I loved it! I knew the toothpaste was burning in his ass, too, and when he finally got it in, his face went white and tears ran from his eyes. He looked like he might pass out, haha.

It got me hot, though, so I whipped off my skirt and panties, told hubby to swallow Jeff's cum and say, "Thank you, sir, for allowing me to eat your superior cum," and then I made Davey crawl to the sofa and lick my pussy. I loved knowing his ass was on fire from the butt plug and the toothpaste, as I grabbed his hair and rubbed my wet pussy all over his face.

Later, after showing Jeff my hubby's "bedroom", the laundry room floor, "pillow", the pissy pile of underwear, and "toilets", the two buckets - hahaha! - we all went into my bedroom, and Jenna made Davey kneel before Jeff's beautiful naked dick, which stood proudly like a soldier, as Jeff stood with his hands on his hips. She made him say, "Your dick is much better than mine, sir. Please use it to give my wife the pleasure I can't give her." As Jeff and I got busy on the bed, Jenna yanked on my hubby's leash, and made him kiss Jeff's feet, kiss his ass, lick his balls, and tongue his asshole. She kept leading him to one spot, then another, and also made him kiss my feet, my ass, and my pussy. The action was making her hot, too, so she made Davey lie on the floor, and she pulled her panties off and sat on his face, making use of my hubby's tongue. 

After Jeff came inside me, Jenna pulled on hubby's leash again, and brought him over to first clean off Jeff's cock by sucking it. Davey was not expecting to have to put DICK in his mouth, hahaha! So he kinda resisted, just as a reflex, but right away Jenna said, "Don't pull your head back, did you just try and pull your head away!? Get your fucking mouth on Jeff's dick right now! Do it! Get it in your mouth, you're gonna suck that superior dick and get it clean! Don't you fuckin' pull away from me." Hubby grimaced as he took Jeff's dick in his mouth, and sucked it clean. Then Jenna led his face down to my pussy and said, "All right, now clean that superior cum out of your wife's pussy. You're gonna lick and suck her pussy and swallow every drop of that cum." 

Later, I made hubby crawl into the kitchen with me and Jeff and Jenna. I showed Jeff our calendar and said, "This is where we mark down the earliest date Davey might be allowed out of his little penis cage to squirt his slimy goo. And of course, when he does, I make him eat it all up, hahaha! As you can see, the last time he got out was about... hmm... almost seven weeks ago. And as you see here, he has a couple more weeks to go. He got two months for being all nosey and going in to your office to ask you why I was there. Poking his nose into things that are NONE OF HIS BUSINESS!! Anyway, this [pointing to a date] shows the EARLIEST date he might be allowed out of his little cage there. When that date comes, he's still not allowed to say anything to me, or ask me to unlock him. So I was thinking maybe on that date, he could come and ask YOU for permission to squirt his slimy goo. What do you think? And of course if you didn't think he should be allowed, or if you thought he should wait longer, that would be totally up to you..."

"I think that's a GREAT idea," Jeff said. "So then what if I said yes? What would happen then?"

"Well... I don't know, what do you think, Jenna?"

"Well," she said, "Then I think he should also check with me to make sure *I* think it's OK. I'll give you my number, Davey, so you can call me and ask very nicely, and very respectfully - which I'm sure you will, you've done it before - if I think it's OK for you to squirt your slimy goo and eat it all up. That's IF Jeff has agreed, of course. Then I can tell Mandy and we'll arrange it."

"So, Jeff," I said, "if you say no, then you can just tell Davey he can ask again in... you know, a week, or two, or a month, or whatever you want. So Davey, kiss Jeff's feet and thank him for being willing to be the person you can go to, to ask permission to be let out of your penis cage long enough to squirt your silly little pee-pee-goo and eat it all."

Davey kissed Jeff's feet and said, "Thank you... sir for, um... being the person... agreeing to be the person I can go to... to ask permission to ... um ... be let out of my penis cage... to squirt my... silly little pee-pee-goo... and... eat it all."

This was great! Now I wouldn't have to think about my hubby's stupid dick at all until Jenna told me we had to take care of that little chore. Now hubby would first have to go to *Jeff*! His direct supervisor at work, who fucks his wife! Hahahaha! And then, IF he said yes, he'd still have to ask Evil Bridesmaid Jenna. Ohhh, man! I love my friends!

One day the next week, I went down to Feedler and surprised Davey at work. He looked up from his desk, and there I was, standing in front of him. I waited a moment to see if he would say hello (thereby breaking a rule, hahaha). He didn't. He just looked at me. (Such a good hubby.) I said, "You know Matt?"

"Yes, dear."

"Take me to him."

"Yes, dear." 

Matt was a loose end I wanted tied up once and for all. I needed to make sure Matt knew his "bro" was totally controlled by his "hoe" wife, and accepted it. He has some kind of accounting job at Feedler, and has his own office. Davey and I stepped into it, and I said, "Matt... do you have a moment?"

"Sure," he said. "Come on in."

I closed the door behind us, and took a seat. Then I said to Davey, "Hubby. I want you to show Matt what's underneath your pants."

He said, "Yes, dear," but Matt said, "Whoa! Wait a minute. Ummm..." 

"Oh, it's OK," I said. "I just want-"

Matt interrupted me, holding up his hands, saying, "Heyyy... uhhh... I've already heard that you guys are... kinda kinky... OK? And that's cool. Whatever floats your boat, you know... But I don't wanna see what's under David's pants..."

"You don't want to see how I've got his dick locked up, and make him wear panties?"

Matt put his hand on his forehead, and said, "Oh my god. I wish I could un-hear that."

I laughed. "OK," I said. "Never mind, Davey, keep your pants on. But tell Matt how much you love your wife, even though she never allows you to have sex with her."

Right away Davey said, "I love my wife with all my heart, even though she never lets me have sex with her."

"Thaaaat's wonderful," Matt said. "That's ... that's just great... OK... are we done here?"

I shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess so. So you've heard we're kinky, huh? Who have you heard it from? Jeff?"

"Well, news travels fast here. Pretty much everyone has talked about it at one time or another."

"So you know Jeff and I have fucked? And everyone here knows Davey is married to a slut?"

"Um... if that's how you wanna put it, yeah. Everyone knows."

I grinned from ear to ear and said, "Excellent! Ya hear that, Davey? All your co-workers know you married a slut."

"Yes, dear," he said.

"OK, Matt. Thank you, hun. We'll get out of your hair. Come on, Davey." As I got to the door, I said, "Oh, and, uh... if you ever wanna go out some time, just let my husband know. And he'll let me know." Hahaha. I just said that to embarrass Davey some more. But I knew what was up. There was no way Matt was gonna do that. He'd found I was too slutty for him, which is fine. As long as Matt knew to stay away from my husband and not to try and interfere with my marriage by turning my husband against me. Now I knew for sure I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

Looking at his computer screen, and not me, Matt just said, "So noted," as we walked out.



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 07



WARNING: My stories are especially depraved. But there are people who like them. Let us be, because no amount of your self-righteous disapproval is going to change us, and we're not all up in your business. My view is encapsulated in the following lyrics from Frank Zappa & Steve Vai:

"Those of you who enjoy this song:

Well, thank you, thank you.

I love you.

Let's get it on.

But for those of you who are totally outraged:

Fuck yourself

With your face."

***

When Jenna asked me about my and Davey's finances, I told her I didn't know anything about them because I had always expected Davey to just provide. I had pretty simple tastes, really. I love shopping as much as the next girl, but I only really bought a few clothes, and spent a little on entertainment, and all I had ever needed to do was hit Davey up for some cash now and then. I also did all the grocery shopping, but got cash from Davey whenever I went to the store. She asked if we had a checking account. I said, "He does."

"It's not in both your names?"

"No. I never write checks, so it doesn't need to be. And now it's marital assets, so it doesn't matter."

"Well, I know but I think it's probably time you took over all the finances, and controlled all the money."

"OK... How do I do that? I don't know anything about it."

"Well, I will teach you as we go. The first thing to do is tell Davey to close his personal account at the bank and replace it with a joint account. He should order checks with both your names on them. Do you have any credit cards?"

"I don't. He does. He has one."

"OK. Tell him to call the credit card company and add your name to that card. Ask him if he has any others, though. He may have others you don't know about."

"OK. Then what?"

"Once your name is on all the checks and credit cards, let me know, and we'll take it from there. By the way, make sure that's his only bank account, too."

It took about three weeks before we had checks, and the one credit card, with my name on it. The credit card company sent new cards, one with his name, and one with my name. I thought there would be one card with both our names, because I was pretty clueless about this stuff. After calling Jenna to tell her Step One was done, she said, "OK, good. Um... if you want, I'll come over there. You think Davey can handle it if the three of us sit down, and I tell him how things are gonna be now?"

"Well," I said. "You and I can sit, but I'd prefer it if he's kneeling."

"Well, of course, haha."

"But he WILL handle it, so yeah, come on over."

Jenna and I sat at the dining table, and I said, "Davey, crawl in here and kneel in front of us. Jenna has something important to discuss with us." As soon as he was kneeling before us, Jenna said, "Davey, crawl to wherever you keep any papers related to finances, taxes, pay stubs, bill statements, anything like that, and also get your wallet, the checkbook, and anything else having to do with money, and bring it in here to us."

Once that was done, she asked him how much he got paid, and how often, asked about all the monthly bills, and how much they were, and she wrote it down on a piece of paper. She asked him if bills came in the mail, or if he paid them online. He said he paid some online, and wrote checks for others. She said to me, "Can you bring me his laptop, hun?" I brought it in, and Jenna made Davey tell her his login and password info for the sites where he paid bills online. She wrote the info down on the paper, and also verified that she could log in to each of those sites. She asked if there was any back-up verification info, like answers to secret questions, and he gave her that info. She wrote down his social security number, date of birth, mother's maiden name, and the PIN for his bank card. 

My car was still the one my parents had bought me, and they had paid for it. Davey had bought his car used, and paid cash. So we had no car payment.

"Have you told us absolutely everything about all accounts, all credit cards, all bills, and everything else we need to know about all the finances?" she asked him.

"Yes," he said.

I said, "That's 'Yes, Mistress Jenna' to you."

"Yes... Mistress Jenna."

She examined Davey's wallet and found photos of us, and Davey's relatives, inside. She laid the photo of us on the table, but pulled out the others and flipped them in the air randomly, and they fell on the floor. She looked at every business card carefully, and then asked him what each one meant. If it was related to his job, she placed it on the table. If not, she tossed it aside.

She found 87 dollars in cash and slid it over to me, along with the one credit card with his name on it. 

"Where is the title to your car, Davey?"

"Um, it's, uh... it's in a box in the bedroom closet."

"In your wife's bedroom?" Hahaha. I loved it.

"Yes. Uh ... Mistress Jenna... in my wife's bedroom."

"Crawl in there and get it, and bring it to us."

"Yes.. Mistress Jenna."

While he was gone, she told me what she was about to do. I clapped with glee, and hugged her. "I love youuuuu," I said, kissing her on the cheek. 

"I love you, too, hun."

When Davey returned with the title to his car, she looked at it, and then put it on the table to write something on it. Handing it back to him, with the pen, she said, "Feedler is only a 30-minute walk from here, and so, you'll need to get up earlier from now on, to walk to your job. You are already not allowed to go anywhere but to work, and the gas station, but now you won't need to go to the gas station anymore, because you are selling your car to me for one dollar. Sign right there." 

He signed, and she took a dollar bill from her purse, wrapped it around the business cards, and handed them to Davey, saying, "This is the last dollar you will ever see. We'll even let you spend it, on anything you want. This is a pretty nice wallet... it's in pretty good shape. I know a guy friend who would probably like this." She dropped it in her purse. "Crawl over and get your car key, Davey." He did, and she took it. 

"From now on, Davey, Mandy and I will handle all the finances. You will be allowed no cash, ever, and no credit card. You can pack your meals that you need to take to work. I know Mandy has promised to always feed you, so there will always be food here. But I think plain bologna sandwiches on plain white bread is probably good enough for work. What do you think, Mandy?"

"Yeah, that... sounds perfectly fine."

"No condiments. No lettuce or anything like that. No toasted bread, just one slice of bologna between two pieces of bread. I mean, when he's here, he gets to enjoy all kinds of canned stuff, right?"

"Right."

"So yeah. Sandwiches. As many as you want, Davey. You can take a hundred to work, I don't care, as long as it's only that."

On his own, he said, "Thank you, Mistress Jenna."

Slightly startled, she turned to me. "Did he speak out of turn there... or was that OK?"

"No, that was perfectly OK," I said, and actually got out of my chair to treat my hubby to a little kiss on the forehead, and said, "That was a very good boy."

Davey actually smiled, for the first time since... ha! I couldn't remember. As much as I love seeing him crying instead, I knew that it was still a good sign, because it meant, in his mind, he was coming to terms with his fate and life.

Jenna placed a finger on the picture of me and Davey that she'd pulled from his wallet, and asked me, "What do you want to do with this?"

I picked it up and said, "Ummmm... I don't know. I'll hold on to it."

"OK," she said. "Does he need his laptop for anything besides paying bills?"

I wasn't really sure. I looked at Davey and said, "Well, you know you're not allowed to use it for any kind of entertainment, so... Is there anything else you need it for?" He said no. 

Jenna asked, "If I look through the browser histories on here, am I gonna find out that you've looked at porn on this thing?"

"No, Mist- uh... well, maybe. Not since Mand- uhh... not since my wife made me stop... uh... looking at... uh, porn. But... some sites could still be in the history."

"So you can swear to us that ever since we put a cage on your penis, you have not visited any porn sites on this computer?" I loved how she said "we". It clued him in to the fact that Jenna was in on his dick imprisonment, hahaha.

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Or any other computer?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Here or anywhere else?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"OK, then. I will certainly verify that. If you lied to us, I don't have to tell you how much trouble you're in."

"I'm not lying, Mist-"

She quickly said, "That'll do, Davey, I didn't ask you a question. OK. This computer is now mine." She closed the laptop, held her hands on it, exhaled, and turned to me and said, "You ready to go?"

"Yep," I said, "Just need to do one thing." I stood up, backed my ass up to my husband's face, lifted my skirt and slipped my panties down. "Slip your tongue into my butthole, and then kiss my butthole five times, and tell me you love me." After he did, Jenna gathered up everything, and we left the house together without another word.

We went to Jenna's place, I, in my car, and she, in her new car. (It was an old, shitty car but you know what I mean.) She explained to me how to handle everything. She said we could keep the laptop at her place, and she would make sure that I logged into the sites when I needed to, and kept everything current. She told me to tell Davey he should never check the mail anymore, but told me to get into the habit of doing it. It all sounded pretty easy to me, but Jenna laughed and said, "Well... sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. You'll see. But you have me to help you, so you'll do fine."

She said she'd take care of selling Davey's old car, and give me the money. She said she couldn't wait until I'd saved enough that we could go house-hunting. By "we" she meant she and I. Davey was never even going to see the house, until we made him start packing up for the move. Jenna and I would pick out the place together. When I thought about that, I jumped out of my chair, and my mouth fell open. Jenna smiled, puzzled, and said, "What?"

"Oh my god. Why don't you move in with us! When we get a house! Why don't you just live there, too! That'd be great! You wouldn't have rent!"

"Hmmmm... well... um... I really do like *this* place, though."

"Well, keep this place, too. Why not? You can just live in both, and be here when you want, and in the house when you want. Oh my god!"

"OK. I don't see how I can refuse that."

I threw myself at her, and hugged her, bouncing up and down. Oh my god, how incredible is that gonna be, I thought. My best girlfriend and I were going to pick out a house together, one that would be perfect for both our needs, without having to give any thought whatsoever to what my husband might like. And I would have her there (someone I actually LIKE) to keep me company, while our slave picked up after us and tended to all the chores. 

Jenna asked me if I'd ever considered being a professional dominatrix to supplement the income that came from Davey's job. She said we could make a "dungeon" in the house we bought, and I could have clients come there. I told her I didn't really think that was my style, and I didn't like the idea of having to make appointments and keep them. I liked to be completely spontaneous. 

"Well... what about working in a strip club? You could just go in on the nights you wanted. You could make good cash, and ... well, ha ... you're already a hopeless little slut."

"Hahaha. Ummmmm... well... I don't know. I've heard a lot of the girls who strip are ... like, big coke addicts or something. And they can be nasty bitches if they're jealous of you. I don't really wanna be around the drugs and stuff. I don't know... Those girls get murdered sometimes. A guy gets obsessed, or whatever..."

"OK. I hear ya. Well, I have one more idea, then. You can be a cam girl."

"What's that?"

"I'll show you." She brought up a website where women go on their webcams, from their homes, and flash, or play with themselves, for tips. The men buy "tokens" from the website, and then use them to tip the cam girls. The cam girls apply to work on the site, and verify their age, and all that, and then they get half the cash value of the tips. There's no schedule, so each cam girl can log onto the site and work, as much, or as little, as she wants, any time she wants. 

We watched a few of the cam girls doing their thing, and I said, "That's it?? I can do that!"

"Haha, I know you can."

"Yes! That is perfect."

We noticed that some of the cam girls seemed to have a room in their house devoted completely to camming. There were decorations, bulletin boards with tippers' usernames on them, sometimes a colored spinning wheel that they'd use for games they'd play with the guys, some had stripper poles, stuff like that.

Jenna said, "We could outfit a room in your house you could use just for camming. And ... imagine this: OK, I know you don't want Davey looking at porn, but also know you love to torture him by being slutty with other guys, so imagine if we gave him a computer that he could use for one - and only one - purpose, and that is to see and hear you when you're on cam. You know, we put it in his room [she waved a hand] in the basement or wherever-"

"Oh my god!" I clapped my hand over my mouth. "In the basement. I never even thought of that. Hubby lives in the basement! Oh my god, that's perfect!"

"Hahaha... and so, the computer would always be up, and on the cam site, so any time you happened to go on, he would get to see what you're doing for all these strangers. He could have a membership to the site, but he'd never get to use it for anything. He'd never be allowed to have tokens, or chat on the site. He could read what the other guys are saying to you, but he'd never be allowed to type a thing."

"Hahahaha! Oh my god, THAT ... is a GREAT IDEA!"

"And you know what... here's another thing. I don't think Davey should be forbidden to look at all porn. I think he should be allowed... or I should say, *required*, to watch certain kinds of porn, that we pick out."

"OK."

"There's a lot of porn that shows wives fucking other men in front of their husbands, and stuff like that. So ... that's obviously appropriate for his situation. But also... see, I know you wouldn't really care if Davey ever saw you again. If you could send him off to some kind of work camp for life, and still get the money, you probably would."

"Hahaha. Well, no, 'cause I still need a slave to take care of my house."

"Right, but what I'm getting at is... Even if he's not getting sexual *pleasure*, he still needs sexual *stimulation* to keep him mentally locked into his life of slavery. Right now, he gets that whenever he sees you. Let's say he didn't see you for a week. The spell you have on him would start to wear off. I know it's hard to believe. But he needs his dick to get hard when he sees you... even though he can't touch it or do anything about his horniness. But I guarantee you, he's gotten addicted to that horniness, and you put fuel on the fire every time he gets to see you even for a minute.

"So ... Let's say you and I decided to take a vacation, and go somewhere. I know you could be gone for weeks and never give Davey a thought. But we'd still need to make sure that the whole time we're gone, he's getting some kind of stimulation. Doesn't have to be from us. But we'd need to give him some porn he's required to watch, or send a girlfriend over there to torment him a little. Maybe call him and tease him about what a good time we're having. Send him pictures of us being slutty, or pictures of us with some guys. Something."

Jenna showed me how to be sensible with money, since my parents had never taught me anything, and my plan was always to snare a little dupe like Davey into providing for me so I wouldn't have to worry about it. But once she showed me I needed to take away all of Davey's control of our resources, I realized I'd have to know what I was doing, and really provide for myself. Two good things about my lifestyle, though: The first thing is I don't do drugs and hardly ever drink. Maybe a little wine with Jenna, that's about it. Some girls need alcohol to release their inner slut; mine was already out of its cage and running rampant! Hahaha! And when I drink a lot, I feel like I just act stupid, not sexy. The second thing is it doesn't cost a dime for me to get laid! All I have to do is hit a dance floor and start grinding.

The only thing that's expensive is clothes and makeup and hair. But with Davey no longer allowed to save any personal money or spend on himself, that wouldn't be a problem. When Jenna laid it out for me, I couldn't believe how much I'd still save, just from Davey's paycheck alone. Once I started doing the cam girl thing, I'd be loaded! And she said if I started being irresponsible with my money, she would just have to put me on an allowance and give me regular spankings to keep me in line, hee hee!

Jenna knows how impatient I am once I decide I want to do something. After sitting at her place watching cam girls, seeing what they did, and chattering on and on about the ideas I had for my own cam shows, she finally said, "Oh for god's sake, girl, let's go get you a really good cam and set up an area here [at her place] so you can get started and stop talking my ear off!" 

She said once we had a house, I could treat equipment (including sex toys!) as business expenses, and even a part of my utilities would be tax-deductible since I was basically operating a business from one room in my house. I didn't quite understand how all that would work, but she said she was gonna make me do my and Davey's taxes when the time came. She'd show me how. But basically her point was I should get receipts for every little thing and have a filing system for it.

When I went out clubbing, sometimes I wore my wedding ring, and sometimes I didn't. I found that I attracted different kinds of guys when I wore it, versus when I didn't. So whether I wore it kinda depended on the kind of sex I was in the mood for. Without my ring, I had a better chance of ending up a seedy little gangbang whore for a group of young guys. But if I was in the mood to bring someone back to the house who would help me humiliate hubby, I'd wear it. 

And I did start rubbing my infidelity in Davey's face big time, hahahaha!! Oh my gahhhd, I loved it! I'd work my sexy little ass on the dance floor, and find the hottest guy nearby who couldn't take his eyes off me. Then I'd sidle over to him, flash him my smile, and keep grinding. If he noticed my wedding ring, he might keep his distance at first, figuring my husband was somewhere in the club. So I'd have to start the conversation, but evenutally he'd find out my hubby is home alone with his dick locked in a cage. Hahaha! 

So this is how I regularly lured lovers back to my place, so I could make my poor heartbroken hubby watch me give the man the pleasure I never gave him. When we were done fucking, my date and I would lie in the bed and snuggle under the covers while I made Davey stand naked at the end of the bed and answer questions, or tell my date humiliating things. I'd say, "Davey, tell Brian here how long it's been since you've had that little penis cage unlocked." Or I'd say, "Hubby, tell him how much you'd like to be the one lying side-by-side under the covers with me in bed."

Davey would look at my date and say, "I would love to be-"

"Call him 'sir'!" I'd say. "Start by calling him 'sir'."

"Sir... I would love to be the one lying side-by-side with my wife, under the covers in her bed."

"Hahaha, that's right... MY bed. Tell him how many times you've laid in bed with your wife like this."




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 07



"I never have laid in the bed with my wife like that... sir."

"Hahaha. Awwww. Poor hubby."

One date, a guy named Rich, said, "Do you ever get to sleep in her bed? Because I notice it's the only bed in the place."

"Um. No, sir. I sleep ... in the laundry room."

"Hahaha! Oh my god! The laundry room? Damn, dude. So ... I'm just curious ... Why do you put up with this kind of treatment from your wife?"

"Because I love her with all my heart, sir."

"Hahaha. Well... that's true love. You know what I'd do to Mandy if she was my wife, and she told me I had to sleep in the laundry room?"

"Um. No ... sir. What would ... you do?"

"Well, first, I'd grab her by the hair like this," and he slid his fingers into my hair and then closed his grasp, making me go, "Oooh."

"Then I'd pull her in close to me like this, and I'd bite her ear." He bit my ear, and I felt my upper chest go flush. "Then I'd say, 'Listen, bitch. This is my bed, too, and you better straighten up, or it'll be my bed ONLY, and YOU'LL sleep in the laundry room. Now stop bein' a demanding little brat and suck my dick." At that, Rich flung the covers off of us and pushed my head down to his erect cock. I couldn't wait to take it in my mouth, and worship it, licking, sucking, and gobbling for all I was worth, meanwhile reaching down to finger myself, knowing it would drive hubby crazy to see me submitting to a strong, forceful man like this. 

I glanced up at Davey occasionally, squinting at him as I sucked especially hard, and savoring the pain on his face. After I made Rich cum, I held his jizz in my mouth. Then I shimmied across the bed, on my knees, and brought my face up to Davey's, held his nose shut so he'd open his mouth, and spit Rich's cum into it. Then I put one hand on top of Davey's head, and the other under his chin, and pushed so he'd close his mouth, and swallow. When I saw he did, I gave him a smirk and collapsed back against Rich's chest. 

I said, "My hubby would never treat me like a brute like that. Would you, hubby?"

"Um. No, dear."

"Tell Rich how many times you've made me suck your dick like that."

"Um... ahem ... I, uh... I've never... made my wife... suck my dick like that... sir."

"Tell him how many times I've sucked your dick willingly."

"Um... never. Um... she's never... sucked my dick... sir."

"Tell him you love and respect your wife too much to act like a disgusting animal like that."

"I love and respect my wife too much to... act like ... a disgusting animal like that.. sir."

"Tell him that's why you'll never get a blow job from her." I smirked, and Rich chuckled, as we listened to poor Davey, who looked like he was on the verge of tears, say exactly that. Hahaha! Oh my god, I love my marriage.

Like I mentioned before, no degree of humiliation ever seemed to be enough to satisfy my obsession with controlling Davey completely, and compounding his misery. My pussy was addicted to making him suffer. I just couldn't help it! So once I'd brought one man (at a time) back to my house to fuck in front of Davey, I started to fantasize about bringing a whole group of men back, so my hubby would have to watch helplessly as I got gangbanged. 

Of course I'd been gangbanged many times during the engagement period, and once since the wedding, but it was never planned. It was always a spur-of-the-moment thing. Sometimes I didn't know it was coming; a guy would say, "Let's go to my place," and when we'd get there, I'd see that he had roommates, or a group of friends who just happened to be there. 

When I told Jenna I wanted to find a whole group of guys to bring to my place, she said I'd better live out that fantasy while we were still in the apartment, before I had a house, because it would be a little reckless to have too many guys knowing where I lived. So I started going out without my wedding ring on, and I would tell every guy I danced with at the clubs that I wanted to get fucked by him and all his friends. Haha. You might think any guy would jump at the chance, but it's not true. Some guys (like that guy Matt that Davey works with) are not into hooking up with total sluts. They run away, haha. That was OK with me. I was on a mission.

Still, it surprised me that it took four nights to find a guy who was up for it. (The first three nights, I didn't even fuck anyone. I just went back to Jenna's place so she could spank and whip me, and punish me for being such a naughty little tramp, hehehe!) His name was Tim. He was at the club alone, but he said he had lots of friends he was sure would be up for gangbanging a hot young married woman in front of her husband. I told him to call every guy he knew: his friends, his co-workers, his brothers if he had any, his uncles... his dad, hahaha. Whoever, I didn't give a shit.

We went to my place, while Tim called all his buddies and gave them the address. Inside, hubby was naked, and I put a collar and leash on him, and gave him his orders for the night: Stay on your hands and knees, follow anyone who grabs your leash and do anything they say, don't speak unless ordered to, crawl to the door and answer it when anyone knocks, and every time you see cum on my body anywhere, lick and suck it off.

I had already told Tim I didn't want anyone to cum inside me anywhere, so he, and every other man there, should cum on my face, or my tits, or my ass, or outside my pussy... anywhere they wanted, but just not inside me. I wanted to see my hubby cleaning up every single mess that was left on me, hahaha!

All evening long, a steady stream of men came to the door, and poor Davey would have to crawl over, with everyone able to see the black round base of his butt plug in his ass, hahaha, and his leash dragging behind him, and answer the door. He would reach up and turn the doorknob, and pull the door open, and the first thing they'd see was a naked, collared man looking up at them, haha.

But then they'd see a hot, naked little slut on the living room sofa with her legs spread wide, and a cock pounding her pussy. There were tall guys, short guys, hot guys, nerdy-looking guys, fat guys... Tim's friends, one of his cousins, and two or three older men. I don't even know who the older men were, but it didn't matter. I told them all, "I want every load of cum you've got! Squirt it on my body, I want my whole body covered in cum, because I want to see my little slave hubby here cleaning up every bit of the mess." One guy said, "How about your pretty little feet, you want cum there, too?" I said, "Oh my god, yes!"

Whenever Davey was licking cum off of me, I made him tell me how much he loved me, which he dutifully did, while the men laughed at him. And you know... a strange thing happened: I felt a fleeting glimpse of tenderness toward my husband. I realized he really DID love me. I mean... it kinda hit me that he HAD to be madly, deeply in love with me to put up with all this. I had already completely duped him into marrying me in the first place, and I'd done nothing but make a fool out of him. And yet, his devotion to me knew no bounds. 

I really did feel loved. I could see the adoration in his eyes. And I have to admit, I liked it. When all the men were finally gone, I was exhausted, and I'm sure Davey was, too. His work wasn't done, but I did give him a really special treat: I took him back to my bed, and I made him lick my pussy softly until I went to sleep. But I let him sleep there in my bed, with his face between my legs. 

He did have to get up for work in the morning (now he got up at 6, because he no longer had a car, and had to walk to work), and in the morning I actually felt a little bit sorry for him, because I'd kept him up late and he didn't sleep much. But I put my hands on his cheeks, as I looked at his face, looking up at me from between my thighs, and smiled and told him what a good boy he'd been, that I was really pleased with him. He smiled and said, "I'm glad, dear."

"You must be rrrreally tired."

"Yes, dear."

"Awww. Well... me, too. But of course you know I'm not gonna get up with you, right?" I yawned and stretched, and said, "I-I-I-I ... am gonna go back to sleep, hee hee. Ohhhh... it's gonna be so nice. Have a good day at work. Mwah."

"Yes, dear."

"Oh, by the way... You need to thank me for letting you sleep here in my bed last night."

"Oh, yes dear, thank you so much. Thank you soooo much, dear, for letting me sleep with you in your bed. It was so wonderful. I love you so much, thank you."

"Such a good boy. Oh... you still have your leash attached. Hahaha. Come with me." I jumped out of bed and led him into the kitchen. I looked at the calendar. "Hmmm... let's see... oh... this date [I pointed] is only... let's see, there's two weeks, and then one two three... 17 days away. So you get to ask Jeff for permission to be out of your little penis cage in 17 days. You know what? You have been suuuuuch a good boy, I'm gonna change this to a week earlier. And I'm gonna tell Jeff that unless you're really bad and fuck it up, he should say yes when you ask him. I'll tell Jenna, too."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you so much, dear. Thank you thank you thank you."

"Kiss my feet while you thank me."

"Yes, dear. Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

"Is there any dried cum on my feet? Hahahaha!"

"No, dear."

"So you did a REALLY good job of licking off all those men's cum, huh?"

"I tried, dear."

"Hahaha. Good hubby."

Later that day, at Jenna's, I told her every detail of what happened. I was my usual chatterbox self, she was used to that, but what really raised her eyebrows was when I started going on and on about how lucky I was to have picked Davey to be the one I'd snare for a husband, because he loved me so much, and I never would have believed that was possible. I just kept saying I was soooo lucky, and it made me feel sooo good, how it was just so amazing, it blew my mind, and on and on and on.

She was like, "Oh my god, girl. If I didn't know you better, I'd think maybe... MAYbe... you were falling in love with Davey." I laughed and said, "Well... I mean... obviously I'm still, like, not attracted to him at all-"

"Oh, I know, but we're not talking about that. We're talking about love. I think you're starting to feel some love for him."

"Wow. Should I be worried? Haha."

"No. Just roll with it. If you love him, you love him. There's nothing wrong with that. And if you don't love him, you don't. But I know what you're feeling. I've had feelings for some of my subby guys. It can be pretty powerful, their devotion. Sometimes there's no real feeling in it. I mean, most of my guys are just in it to play, they just do what I tell them because it makes their dick hard. But some do fall in love with me, and sometimes, yeah... you start to feel something for them, too."

"Hmm. I guess that's what's happening."

"Did you ever think that maybe the reason you're such a sex addict is that you're always looking for love, but just never have believed you deserve it... or would ever get it?"

"Oh my god, are we in therapy now? Hahaha."

"Well, if you do love Davey, just don't ever tell him so. He might start to feel there's hope for you two to have a normal marriage, and you know you don't want that. Plus by now... the truth is, he probably couldn't handle a normal marriage anyway. You've already got him conditioned to be totally submissive to you. You know what would happen if all that suddenly changed, and you didn't control him anymore?"

"What?"

"He'd want his old wife back. Hahaha. He would, I'm serious. And if he didn't get her back, he'd look for someone else to dominate him."

"Hahaha. Well, don't worry. That's not gonna happen."

"I know." She smiled at me.

"And you know I couldn't have done all this without you, too."

"Yes, I know that, too."

"I love you," I said, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

"I love you, too, hun. And, am I happy that you have a man who loves you so much? Yes, I am. Am I happy that you might possibly love him a little, too. Sure, why not. I don't really care, but sure. I'm happy for you, not him. Hahaha."

When Jenna and I started doing some house-hunting, we found out that to buy a nice enough place, we were going to need more than Davey's income. I had started doing some camming at Jenna's apartment, on the cam girl site, but I hadn't put much time into it yet. I did pretty well; I was already getting some regular fans, but I would only go on for an hour or so at a time, at random times. So Jenna said I needed to really start putting in some hours. Since I was doing it at her place, and she was usually there, she would come on cam with me sometimes, too. When she and I would get the paddles out, or make out on cam, and stuff like that, it would rain tips in the room. It was great! But she said I shouldn't have her on with me all the time, because if she came and went, guys would tune in hoping to see her. But if we were always on together, guys would get bored with it.

One evening we decided to surprise Davey. Jenna went over to my apartment by herself. When she parked outside the building, she called Davey. He must have been surprised as hell to see her name come up on his phone, hahaha! He answered, and she said, "I'm right outside, Davey. Let me in."

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

When he let her in, she said, "Mandy and I have a surprise for you, Davey. I want you to sit here at the kitchen table."

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Look, we brought your computer back. This is to be used for one thing, and one thing only. See this slip of paper?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"It has a username and password on it. We bought you a membership to a website. You see your username is PussyWhippedHubby. Now let me show you the site." She already had a browser up, and had already put in the url for my room on the cam site. Once the laptop was connected to the internet, she refreshed the browser, and there I was... Davey's wife, naked on screen, stimulating my pussy with a vibrating hitachi wand. Jenna said Davey's mouth dropped open and his eyes were big as saucers. Hahaha.

"You see the link to her room is bookmarked. It's the only bookmark you have, because it's the only site you're allowed to go to. If I ever check your history and find out you've been anywhere else, or used this computer for ANYTHING except watching Mandy in her cam room, we'll just take this computer away from you. Not to mention whatever other severe punishment you'll have coming. 

"Now here are the rules: You may never type a thing. You can watch and listen, but you are never to type anything, unless Mandy private-messages you and demands that you respond. Sometimes she might message you, because ... oh, I don't know... maybe she just wants to tease you that she's having so much fun making all these men cum from jacking off to her, and knowing her hubby is watching, too, but he can't touch himself or even get a hard-on without pain, hahaha! But unless her message demands a response, you are just to read it and not answer."

Jenna had also brought a piece of cardboard we cut, which was exactly half the size of the laptop monitor. She told Davey, "You're allowed - well, actually required - one hour on at a time. One hour on, and one hour off. You should sit here and watch and listen, and not get up for one hour. Then you should cover up this part of the screen, like so." She covered half the screen with the piece of cardboard, so Davey couldn't see my cam image. "You can leave the volume on, but keep the screen covered, and then get up from the chair, and go do your chores. You can look at the screen to see if Mandy has PM'd you, but otherwise, that's when you take an hour off. When that hour is up, you sit back down here, and uncover the screen, and do an hour on. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"One hour on, and one hour off. Keep this computer up and running all the time, except when you're gone for work, and if Mandy is up all night camming, you'll still do one hour on, and one hour off. During the hours off, you can sleep, but set an alarm to wake you up in an hour. If it's bedtime and she's not on, you can go to bed and sleep all night. But as soon as you get up, check to see if she's on. Whenever you come home from work, first thing you do is check to see if she's on."

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Good boy. Now I'm gonna text Mandy and tell her you're watching."

In the next moment, they saw me on screen checking my phone. I PM'd Davey (or PussyWhippedHubby, hahaha) and said, "tell me u love me and thank me for letting u watch me work"

I felt my pussy get wet as soon as I saw "PussyWhippedHubby" flash on my screen. I opened his message and it said "i love u dear, thank u so much for letting me watch u work"

Davey saw me read it and say, "Oh my god," and start fingering my clit. Jenna said, "Hahaha. Look at that little tramp, Davey. She's turned on making her hubby sit here and watch her naked on cam. Hahaha. Aren't you lucky to be married to such a little slut?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Do you really think you're lucky to be married to Mandy?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna, I do."

"You love your wife soooo much, don't you, Davey?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna, I do."

"Such a good little hubby." She patted his head. "OK. Why don't you get down on your hands and knees before I go, and kiss my feet, and thank me for being such a good friend to you and your wife."

After he did so, she had him return to his chair, and for a few minutes, she gave him a little tease by resting one hand on top of the back of his chair, and the other on the tabletop, and leaning in so her head was beside his. She allowed her hair to fall against the side of his head, and nonchalantly rested a breast against his shoulder. They watched the screen together, while Jenna said things like, "Mmmm. Look how eager she is to please those strange men", or "Just think, dozens of strangers are strrrrrooooking their big, hard dicks watching your wife", or "Mandy loooooves making men cum, doesn't she?"

Then she did something really naughty, which I did NOT give her permission to do. But I loved it anyway, haha. She started to rub her breasts through her top, and go, "mmmmm... your wife is making me hot, Davey." Then she slipped a hand under the waistband of her skirt, and down into her panties. She fingered herself a little, and let her mouth fall open while she watched me. She went, "hhhhh..." right beside Davey's head. Hahaha, poor guy. Then she reached into her pussy with two fingers, and brought some of her juices out. She brought her fingers right up to my husband's nose, and rubbed them on his nostrils. Later she said she was just gonna do that and leave, but she was so turned on, she kept watching me, and she fingered herself some more. She kept applying more juices to Davey's nose every few seconds, and breathing more and more heavily. She was driving my poor hubby crazy, with her head right beside his. 

She started to cum, going, "Oh! Oh! Oh!! Ohhhhh!!" loudly, practically in Davey's ear, and bringing more and more of her juices out to rub on my husband's face. She was doing it so furiously that she got sloppy with it, maybe hitting his nose, maybe his lips, or his cheeks. It no longer mattered. Finally she said, "Ohh, god!" and whipped her skirt and panties down past her hips to the tops of her thighs. She grabbed Davey's hair with one hand and held his head steady while she used four fingers to scoop out as much pussy juice as she could, and smeared it all over his face. But even that wasn't enough, so she grabbed his hair with both hands, pulled him out of the chair, and pushed him to his knees. She scooted up to him, lined up her hips, and thrust her crotch right in his face, and humped his nose, rubbing her pussy up and down on it, and cumming more. 




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 07



Finally, with a satisfied, "Ohhhhhhh...", she eased her grip on Davey's hair, said, "Whew!" and guided him back up to the chair. A moment later, Davey saw my mouth drop open in surprise, looking at my phone. I put my hand to my mouth and said, "Oh my god!" I was smiling, though, reading a text from Jenna. It said "i just came on your husbands face i couldnt help it"

I texted back: "omg and u say im a bad girl! u deserve a spanking this time lmao"

She said "ik, i do haha"



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 08



After a few months, I had enough saved (I say "I" because Davey didn't have any money anymore, it was all considered mine, hahaha) to make a good down payment on the kind of house Jenna and I wanted, plus I had plenty of pay stubs from the camming site to show that between my income and Davey's, we could afford whatever house payment would be required. We found a beautiful, two-storey 4 bedroom house in the Bellwood Heights neighborhood. It had a back deck and a nice, high wooden fence enclosing the back yard. Jenna and I talked about putting a hot tub back there, and possibly getting an in-ground pool built eventually. 

There were four bedrooms upstairs: One for me, one for Jenna, one for guests, and one for both of us to use as a shoe closet, hahaha. My bedroom had an attached full bathroom, and there was another one off the hallway. There was one bedroom on the ground floor, and that was going to be my camming room. When we took a look at the basement, we saw that it was huge, and it had a washer and dryer in it, and of course the furnace and all that. But also, it had a toilet and a shower. Perfect! We could put some big area rugs down, and make it Davey's room. Hey, he would have the biggest bedroom in the house, so don't say I'm cruel, hahaha!

I couldn't believe all the stupid little things you have to do to buy a house, and how long it took. It drove me insane! Jenna and I took care of most of it, because Davey was usually working when we had to meet with appraisers, inspectors, the realtor, etc., and I wanted stuff to get done as early as possible. When Davey got off work, his job was to get us packed for the move, so I told him to leave the cam site up on the computer, and he could listen and watch me, but not just sit; he had to keep busy packing. 

Once we took possession of the house, we made Davey do all the moving. I got Jeff to help with furniture; he borrowed a friend's pick-up truck, and he and Davey used it to move stuff. I paid Jeff for his help, but not with money, obviously, hahaha. It was great. He and Davey would bring a load of stuff to the house, bring it inside and place it, and then Davey would have boxes to unpack while I blew Jeff in front of him, and then spit Jeff's cum in my hubby's mouth. 

The house was twice as far away from Feedler as the apartment was, so we got Davey a bus pass so he could ride the bus to work instead of walking. Over the next couple of months, Jenna and I spent all our free time furnishing and decorating the new house. We had a blast! I think Davey was a little happier, too, because he got to see a lot more of us. We were even there in the evenings, eating the dinners Davey fixed us, then drinking wine on the back deck, sliding open the door and calling for Davey when we needed something.

We furnished Jenna's room fully, even though she already had a fully-furnished apartment. Since we bought so much furniture at separate times and at different stores, we had lots of deliveries to the house. I was always there so I could flirt with the delivery guys. I never wore my wedding ring, and most of the guys were more than receptive. Some, though, would show me their wedding band and say, "Thanks, but... I'm married." I'd smile and say, "I've got one of those, too, see?" and get mine from the top of my dresser and show it to him. One laughed and said, "Hmm. Well, OK, then." I gave him a blow job, haha. But the others just said, "Ohhh, my. Naughty girl, huh?" They still wouldn't fool around with me, though. Damn. Haha.

One time was outstanding. Even though we don't drink it, Jenna and I had bought beer to have on hand, for any guests that might like it. So two delivery guys brought something (I don't even remember now what it was) in the late afternoon, and when they were done, we offered them a beer. The four of us sat in the living room on the (enormous, and very plush) sectional couch. After the two guys sat down, I plopped myself between them, being my slutty self. Jenna was over to the side a bit, to watch while I did my thing and started getting them horny. Then here comes Davey through the front door, just having walked from the bus stop. I said, "Hi, honey! Guys, that's my husband. Oh no, don't get up, stay comfortable. Jenna, you think you could make sure my husband behaves himself while I entertain our guests?"

She said, "Oh, sure, hun, no problem. Davey, drop to your hands and knees." When he said "Yes, Mistress Jenna" and went to the floor, the guys both went, "Ohhh, ho-ho! Shit's gettin' interesting now." They smiled, I smiled, and at that point neither one had any problem feeling up my thighs, haha. 

Jenna said, "Very good, Davey. Now, the first thing I want you to do is crawl over here to these nice men, thank them for delivering furniture to your wife's house, then ask them if they would please stay to help your wife with whatever other needs she may have." I felt my pussy get wet watching my hubby on the floor in front of us, thanking these hot guys and respectfully asking them to stay and "help" me with my "other needs". They assured Davey that they'd be more than happy to oblige, and next Jenna told Davey to crawl down to his bedroom in the basement, get naked, fetch his collar and leash, and then come back to her. 

Once he returned, and the guys saw him naked with his dick in a cage, they knew they had the green light to do anything. So we started getting busy while Jenna paraded my husband around. She said, "Let's go upstairs, Davey. I don't have a whip, or a paddle, handy. Let's go up to my room and get those." So she made him crawl upstairs as she led him by the leash. When they returned, she whipped and paddled him, and made him come over and kiss my feet while I blew one guy and the other was fucking me from behind. She said, "Tell this man you'd like him to fill your wife's pussy with cum, and then you're going to lick and suck his load out of her." The guys were like, "Ohhhhhh! Shit! Hahaha. Wow!" They'd never seen or heard anything like this. We gave them quite a story to tell, haha.

At one point Jenna said, "Mmmmm. This looks good, doesn't it, Davey? It's making me pretty fucking horny, watching Mandy fuck these guys. I think I might like to fuck you. What do you think, Davey?" He looked up at her, shocked at what he was hearing, and he didn't say anything. She said, "No response? What, you don't want me to fuck you?" 

He said, "Um..."

"Oh my god! You've gotta be shittin' me. Fine, forget it. I won't fuck you. Well... OK, I'll give you one more chance. Do you want me to fuck you, Davey? Because that's what I want."

"Uh, yes... Yes, Mistress Jenna. I would love ... to ... to fuck you, if that's what you want."

"Oh my god!! You did NOT just say that! Did you hear what he said, Mandy?? He'd love to fuck me! Oh my fucking god, tell me you did not just say that, Davey." She then laid into his ass and back with her whip, going crazy on him. Hahaha. Poor Davey was confused. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mistress Jenna," he pleaded. Haha. *I* knew what she meant. But he hadn't caught on yet.

"You can't fuck ME!! Oh my god, what is wrong with you! You can't fuck your wife's best friend!" Then she changed from her angry tone and said, in a matter-of-fact voice, "Especially when you're not even allowed to fuck your wife, hahaha." The guys and I both laughed at that one, and then Jenna said, "Let's go back to my bedroom, Davey, there's something else we need to get."

When they came back down the stairs, Jenna had him blindfolded, and I could see she was carrying a strap-on dildo. The guys laughed as she put it on; she smiled and put a finger to her lips so they wouldn't spoil the surprise for Davey. Then she pulled off his blindfold and said, "While Mandy is sucking their dicks, Davey, you can suck mine. Get up here. Suck my dick, bitch!" 

He said, "Yes, Mistress Jenna" as she pulled his leash with one hand, and then, when he got close enough, grabbed him by the hair with the other. She made him suck her strap-on cock for a while, then said, "OK, Davey, let's try this again, and maybe now you'll know what I mean. Do you want me to fuck you, Davey, because that's what I want."

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me, Mistress Jenna."

"Beg me to fuck you with my big dick."

"Please, Mistress Jenna, please fuck me with your big dick. Please. Please. Will you please fuck me with your big dick?"

"Have you ever had a dick in your ass, Davey?"

"No, Mistress Jenna."

"So you're willing to give up your virginity to me?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Tell me you want Mistress Jenna to take your ass-virginity and fuck you good with her big cock."

"I want Mistress Jenna to take my ass-virginity and fuck me good with her big cock."

Aw, such a good little obedient hubby. Jenna turned Davey to face me, on his hands and knees, so I could see his face when she started sliding her dick into his virgin ass. We had stretched it out pretty well with the butt plug by then, so it couldn't have hurt too much, but I still got totally turned on watching his face. Then after she started thrusting, she yanked his leash and made him crawl closer to me and the guys. She followed behind him and kept reaming his ass while he crawled. Oh my god, it was sooo hot! 

She said, "I wanna fuck your ass while I watch you lick cum out of your wife's pussy." The very idea made me cum like a fountain all over the dick that was inside me at the time, and I threw my head back, going, "Ohhh! OHHHH!!" I started bucking like a wild woman, at the same time reaching back over my head to stroke the other guy's dick. Soon the one guy started cumming inside me, and he threw his body over mine, holding himself up with his fists in the couch cushion. I stared up at his muscular chest. Oh my god, he was fine. I lifted my head as best I could, wanting him to kiss me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and we deep-kissed as he blew his huge load in my pussy. I've had a lot of hot fucks, but I still remember this one, oh my god. My hubby on his hands and knees right beside me, grunting as he gets his ass reamed by my bestest bestie ever, while this hot guy filled me with cum. Ohhhh... fuck!

Once the first guy pulled out of me, he stood up and shouted "WHEW!!" and shook sweat off himself, then plopped on another part of the couch to swig his beer. Jenna pushed Davey's head into my sloppy crotch and made him suck out the guy's cum, while he's going "mmph, mmph!" from getting fucked by her dildo. Oh my god. So hot. Meanwhile the other guy scooted up closer, behind my head, and started slapping my face with his cock, teasing me as I'm trying to get my tongue on it. Finally, he made me suck it, for quite a while, until his friend said, "So, you gonna fuck her, man, or what?"

He said, "I donno. Sloppy seconds? Ehhhh..."

I said, "It won't be sloppy, my hubby cleaned all his cum out of me, haha."

"Mmmm, still... ehhh... I donno, it kinda weirds me out. I just saw him blow inside you. I donno if I can do it."

His friend said, "Some damn good pussy, man, I wouldn't pass it up. Besides, ain't nothin' wrong with my cum anyway. And like she said, hubby there cleaned her out good."

I said, "Please? Pleeeease? Will you please fuck me, I wanna make my husband eat *your* cum outta my pussy, too."

He still hesitated, and then he started making eyes at Jenna. "What about you?" he said. "You sure you don't wanna *get* a lil' dick, instead of givin' it?" He tried to give her a million-dollar smile to tempt her, even while he has his dick in *my* mouth, and I'm thinking, Haha, what balls! Asshole, tryin' to get with my friend while *I'm* suckin' his dick, hahaha.

Jenna said, "No, I'm good, but... Tell ya what, if you fuck Mandy, I'll let you kiss me, and feel me up while you're doing it."

Haha. Now that's a true friend! He accepted her deal, and she said, "Here, I'll take this off [the strap-on] so you don't feel like you're kissin' a dude, haha."

So she kissed him, and he fondled her, while he fucked me. It made a pretty hot sight for both me and Davey. Then after he blew his load in me, he surprised me by grabbing Davey by the hair and making him crawl up to me to lick my pussy, and he said, "There you go, hubby, clean up that mess I made in your wife. Yeah, lick that shit outta there." 

Jenna said, "Say 'yes, sir' Davey."

"Yes, sir!" he said.

Jenna told me afterwards that it was her idea to have the guy grab Davey by the hair like that. She had whispered in his ear, and told him to do it. Hahaha! I love Jenna! 

During the time we were buying the house, and then moving in and furnishing it and such, my mom was there on several occasions. That was going to make it impossible for me to hide my lifestyle from her any longer, because, for example, how would I explain the fact that there was a cot in the basement, obviously being used - oh, by the way, I took a little pity on Davey and provided him with an actual bed... well... a cot, anyway... and I even bought him a pillow. So he wasn't required to lay his head in pissy underwear anymore, hahaha. And he had an actual toilet down there, too. So, see... I'm not so cruel after all. The fact is, I had started to realize I was really blessed to have such a devoted hubby, who loved me completely, no matter what I did. I was actually starting to appreciate him some, so it took away some of my former desire to hurt him and make him miserable. 

Anyway, as I was saying... Davey's clothes and things were in the basement, and none of his stuff was upstairs, so it was gonna be obvious to Mom that I was making my hubby live in the basement. Hahaha. How would I explain that unless I just came clean with her and told her everything? I'd have to tell her about my camming, too, unless I locked the ground floor bedroom and didn't let her go in there.

So one afternoon I was on the phone with her, and she mentioned that my dad was gonna be working late that night. So I said, "Oh, well, why don't you come over for dinner, then? I'll have Davey make something really good."

She said, "Davey? He cooks, huh?"

"Yeah, he does all the cooking."

"All of it?? So you're not making any of the stuff I showed you how to make?"

"No, but he makes some of it. I gave him the recipes. Haha."

"Ugh. So all those cooking lessons were a total waste of time, huh?"

"No. Davey's benefitting from them. Haha."

When Mom got to the house, Davey was in the kitchen cooking. He was dressed, for a change. He directed Mom to the back deck, where Jenna and I were sitting. I had arranged for another guest, too: Jeff was there with us, and I introduced Mom to him. I know she figured Jeff was probably Jenna's boyfriend, but she'd find out otherwise soon enough.

I said, "Mom, slide open that door for a sec." When she did, I called in to the kitchen, "Davey! Bring us a bottle of wine and four glasses." 

He answered in his usual way, and I'd warned him that tonight, in front of Mom, should be no different: He said, "Yes, dear."

He brought out the wine and poured us each a glass. (No glass for him, though.) After he went back inside and slid the door closed, we toasted, and had a sip. Then I said, "Mom... you might as well know something about me and Davey. Not only does he do all the cooking, he does ALL the housework. Because I make him. He does everything I say, Mom. I've had him wrapped around my finger since we started dating, and since we got married, I've totally pussywhipped him. I had a lot of help from Jenna, haha. But he still loves me with all his heart." 

Mom shook her head, but couldn't help but smile, as she said, "So being married hasn't cured you of being a total, spoiled brat, huh?"

"Hahaha, nope."

"So you just enjoy yourself all day, every day... and all evening, too... while he goes to work, makes all the money, and then comes home and does all the housework, too."

"Well, he doesn't make all the money, actually. You're right, I *do* enjoy myself all day, every day, but I have a job, which I've had for months now, and that's why I was able to afford this house." My mom looked skeptical, and a little concerned, when she asked me what the job was. I told her I was a cam girl, and what that meant, and how I spent anywhere from 20 to 60 hours a week on cam.

She said, "Well... does Davey know this?"

"Yes, he knows. He watches me sometimes, when I'm camming. On his computer, I mean, hahaha."

"Sooooo... he sees you doing all these sexual things... for strangers... and he doesn't mind?"

"No, he doesn't mind. Well, he *kinda* minds. He minds because it gets him so horny, hahaha. But he doesn't mind because it turns him on. Then again... he *does* mind 'cause it turns him on, hahahaha!"

Jenna and Jeff both laughed, too, because they knew what I meant. They knew what Mom didn't yet know, that my poor hubby had to deal with intense sexual frustration from having his poor dick locked in chastity while he watched his wife be a total slut for strangers on cam.

"Now, Mom," I said. "Listen. When Davey is out here, I'm gonna ask him some questions, and I need you to play along. First of all, do you know what a chastity device is?"

"Like a chastity belt? Well, I've heard of it. I guess it'd be like... some kind of belt you'd put on a woman, and lock it, to-"

"No, no, that's not what I mean. I mean a chastity device for a man. A locking device, yeah, but one that goes on a man's penis."

"Oh... umm... I guess I didn't know they made them for men. So ... it's...?"

"It's just some kind of device to put a man's penis in, and you can lock it, and then he can't use his penis. He can't get an erection, and he certainly can't have sex. Or even masturbate."

"Oh kayy..."

"Well, I put one on Davey."

"What?!?"

"Haha, yep."

"Why?"

"Because I don't wanna have sex with him."

My mom slapped her hand to her forehead, and I just laughed. Jeff and Jenna also chuckled, and then Mom said, "Amanda Marie", in a tone of slight scolding, obviously - parents only use your full name when they're disapproving, haha. 

She shook her head a few moments, then said, "So ... what? You... I mean, you two don't have sex?"

"Nope! Haha."

"Well, then... how... I mean, how does that work? If you're not having sex..."

"What do I do for sex?"

"Yes. And what does *he* do for sex?"

"Well, he does nothing. Hahaha. I mean, he gets to jerk off every now and then, but only if he asks Jeff and Jenna for permission first. Hahahaha!!"

"What?!?? Oh my god... OK... this is... I don't know if I wanna know any more."

"Hahaha. What I do for sex, is..." I shrugged. "I just have sex with other guys."

"Ohhhh my god! Mandy!! And ... And Davey approves of this!?"

"He knows about it. He doesn't have to approve. I do what I want. And he does what I say."

"Oh my lord! OK... you're just puttin' me on, now... right? You're just joking, right, you're tryin' to get me-"

"No, Mom, I am not joking. This is all the honest-to-God's truth. I have Davey in a chastity device, he does not get to have sex with me - or anyone else - and I have sex with whoever I want, and I just make Davey deal with it. *And* I make him do all the housework - oh, *AND* I have the master bedroom all to myself because we fixed up a room for Davey in the basement, *AND*-"

"The basement!!??" At that point, my mom got out of her chair so she could pace around the back deck saying "Ohhhhh my god!" Hahahaha! She finally rested her bum up against the deck railing, and just stood looking at me and shaking her head. "You're serious about all this?"

"I'm dead serious." Just then I saw Davey coming to the sliding glass window, probably to tell us dinner was ready. He slid the door open, and before he could speak, I said, "Is everything ready?"

"Yes."

"OK, we're gonna eat out here, so serve up our plates and bring 'em out here to us. Serve Mom first, then Jenna and Jeff, and then me. Don't make yourself a plate, you'll eat later."




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 08



"Yes, dear."

He slid the door closed, and I said, "See, Mom? See how obedient he is? Like I said, I have him totally pussywhipped, and he still loves me as much as he always has."

She sighed. "Well, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Do you love *him*? Because... if you do... how could you do this to him? And if you don't... well..."

"Well... I don't know, Mom. To be honest, I don't know."

"You don't *know* if you love him or not??"

"No, I don't. But it doesn't matter. He loves me. He adores me. That's good enough for me. I *do* love that he's my slave, though. Hahaha."

"Oh, lord," Mom said, as she slapped her hand to her forehead again.

"Anyway, when Davey comes out here, I need you to play along when I ask him some questions."

She sighed. "Oh kayyyy."

After Davey served us our plates, and refreshed our wine, I made him stand a couple feet behind me, where he couldn't see my face. I said, "Davey, remember when we were engaged, and I found out you'd been looking at porn?"

"Yes, dear."

"And remember how I told Mom about it, and she suggested I should put a chastity device on you until the wedding, so you couldn't jerk off?" I winked at Mom as I took a bite of my salad. Mom's eyes got a little wider, but she didn't give the game away, haha.

"Yes, dear."

"Well," I said, munching, "what she doesn't know is that I've kept the thing on you, so ..." I wiped my mouth with my napkin, then took a sip of my wine. "Why don't you go ahead and pull your pants down, so she can see how I've got your dick caged up." 

"Um... yes, dear."

"No need to be embarrassed, Jenna and Jeff have already seen you in that thing plenty of times. No big deal for Mom to see it, too."

"Yes, dear."

I didn't look back at Davey, but I knew he was complying. 

"Why don't you tell Mom how many times we've had sex."

"Um... once."

I laughed. "Tell her how many times we're gonna have sex in the future."

"Uh... zero."

"Tell her how much you love me, Davey."

"I ... I love ... my wife... Candice. I love her very-"

"Ah-ah! I want you to call her Mom from now on. Don't call her Candice anymore."

"Yes, dear, I'm sorry. I love my wife very much... Mom. I love her with all my heart. She means the world to me. She's my everything. I adore my wife... Mom."

"Awwww. You're such a sweet hubby. So good to me. So obedient. And ... so horny. Haha! Right? Are you horny, Davey?"

"Yes, dear," he answered, with a whimper in his voice.

"Tell Mom you know your wife has sex with other men, and tell her how it drives you crazy with jealousy, and horniness, but you will still always love me no matter what."

"I know my wife has sex with other men, Mom, but... and it drives me crazy with jealousy... and... horniness... but... I still love her ... I'll *always* love her... no matter what."

"Tell her Jeff's your supervisor at Feedler."

"Jeff is my supervisor at Feedler, Mom."

"Tell her how Jeff keeps an eye on you for me at work, makes sure you're a good little boy there, too, like you are at home."

Hahaha! I went on and on like this, making hubby confess to my mother all our dirty secrets. I was able to whisper to Mom that she should express her approval, and say "Oh, well, that is very good" and "Well, I'm glad you're being such a good little hubby for my daughter", and things like that. Davey might have heard some of what I was whispering, but it didn't matter. The point was he knew he wasn't gonna have to pretend to Mom that we led a normal life.

Later that evening, Mom got to hear Davey saying, "Yes, dear", "Yes, Mistress Jenna", "Yes, sir", and "Yes, Mom", as he continued to cater to the four of us while we sat on my huge sectional couch in the living room, and I snuggled up with Jeff.

After that night, I felt great! I knew I could just be myself, and order Davey about, and make him obey my friends, too, especially Jenna of course, right in front of Mom. And make him obey Mom, too. I told her to feel free to make any demands she wanted on my hubby. At first she didn't take much advantage, plus if I saw she needed something, I usually made the demand on Davey anyway. 

That all changed over the next year, though. The first thing that happened was Jenna decided to give up her apartment and just move into our house. (When I say "our" I mean my house... and Jenna's! Haha. I always considered her my co-owner anyway.) She offered to pay one-third of the expenses: the house payment, the utilities, etc. I said, "Don't be silly, you don't have to pay anything! This is already your house!" 

She said, "That's exactly WHY I should pay my share. I'm not gonna freeload off of you, and besides, my expenses are gonna be less now than they were in the apartment. So it's a great deal for me."

She had gotten a brilliant idea, too: She was gonna turn most of the basement into a dungeon for her and her "playmates", as she always called them. Sessions with playmates was still how she made most of her money, but rather than turn our "shoe closet" (the empty bedroom upstairs) into her play area, she decided the basement would be much better. She had all kinds of equipment built to outfit it, taking up most of the space. 

Then she put some room dividers up. One closed off the laundry area. Before all this, we'd given Davey a dresser, and a crappy little canvas wardrobe, for his clothes, and a desk and chair, where he could sit and watch me camming on his computer. But now Jenna moved the desk and dresser out, made him stuff all his clothes in the wardrobe, and used room dividers 

near the shower and toilet to close off an itty-bitty space to put Davey's cot and wardrobe in. I laughed when I saw it. The three of us were standing down there, and I noticed Davey's laptop on his bed, so I asked Jenna, "So what's he gonna do now, sit on the cot and watch me cam?" 

She said, "Yeah. You notice I have it up against the wall, and I gave him a couple more pillows, so he can lie on the cot and prop himself against the wall. I told him to put his laptop on his crotch while he watches you, 'cause that will just torment his little penis more to have that hard, warm laptop resting on his cage, hahaha!"

I heard a slight whimper from my hubby's throat, as I laughed. I told him to drop to the floor and crawl to Jenna's feet, and kiss them as he thanked her for her endless kindness and thoughtfulness to him. Jenna was drinking a big latte, or cappuccino, or something she got from Starbucks. She bought one EVERY time she passed by that place, I mean that stuff to her was like cocks for me: She couldn't pass one up, haha! So while Davey was on the floor kissing her feet and thanking her, she said, "Oh, you're welcome, Davey. I was thinking, though... I know a way you could repay me for my kindness and generosity. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes, Mistress Jenna."

"Well, you know... I spend a lot of money on Starbucks. You know these coffees are not cheap, and I get several a week. I mean, sometimes I get two or three in one day. So I was thinking... your bus pass costs, what, 30 or 40 bucks a month? Maybe if you stopped taking the bus to work, Mandy could give me the money she usually spends on that, and that would really help me a lot, so I could afford all these coffees."

Hahahaha! What a bitch. Like she had trouble affording Starbucks.

"What do you think, Davey?" she said. "Would you be willing to walk to work, instead of taking the bus, so I can keep enjoying my coffees? Would you do that for Mistress Jenna?"

Hahaha! Oh my god. It was gonna take Davey an hour - each way! - to walk to Feedler from the house. And I assumed that would include winter, which, if you know anything about Trentstown, you know our winters are no picnic. Hahaha. Oh my god, I loved it.

Davey said, "Yes, Mistress Jenna, I will do that for you."

"Awww. Thank you, Davey, you're such a good boy," she said.

About a month later, I handed Jenna 38 dollars and she said, "What's this for?"

"For your Starbucks, ya little spoiled brat." (How ironic for ME to call HER that, huh? Haha.)

"My Starbucks? What do you mean?"

"It's the bus pass money."

"Oh. Hahaha. Oh, I don't care about that, keep it."



Evil Slut Bride Ch. 09



Even though it did turn me on to think of my hubby walking AN HOUR to get to work, it was also a little inconvenient for me at times. If I wanted him to be home earlier on some day, I'd give him bus fare for that day, or I might just go ahead and drive him to work, and pick him up when he got off. I didn't drive him to work just because it was a nasty day, though, hahaha. In fact, sometimes I'd deliberately get up in the morning so I could tease him before he left, about how it was gonna be an unpleasant walk, hahaha! OK... it's true... my cruel streak is still there. I'm sure it'll never go away completely. If you're a girl, and you don't have an adoring little plaything like my hubby to torment, you just don't know how much fun you're missing, haha! 

Jenna said it was good for me to do that stuff to him anyway, because it was a treat for him to see me in the morning for any reason. And it would just make him more addicted to serving and pleasing us.

Nasty winter days didn't mean Davey would be spared the walk, but it did mean he was expected to shovel the sidewalk and driveway, and scrape and clear all the ice and snow from my car and Jenna's before he left for work, hahaha.

Sometimes, though, I did drive Davey to work, or pick him up from work, as an unexpected reward. If I felt like it. If it was convenient for me. I'd tell him he was a really good boy for doing ... something ... didn't matter what. It was just a good way to show him I really did appreciate him. It's true, I could never be living my fabulous life without him. I always appreciated Jenna, but I almost had to remind myself, sometimes, that Davey was essential, too.

A couple months after Jenna moved in, Mom called me one day with some shocking news. Looking back on it now, I realize I shouldn't have been surprised at all. But at the time, it was a bombshell. Mom was crying, and upset, and angry, as she told me that my dad had been having an affair with a co-worker for like, two or three years! And he had decided to tell Mom about it, said he wasn't gonna leave the woman, and wanted a divorce. He said he was gonna move into the other woman's house and would be fine with Mom keeping their house.

I was never that close with my dad. Mom and I were always inseparable, and she pretty much raised me herself. She was always the one who gave me advice, or helped me with problems. And she was always the one who disciplined me. My dad was just kinda there. And he's always been a workaholic, so I was used to him not being around. I didn't know it was because he was *sleeping around*, haha. But... maybe that's where I got the unfaithfulness gene, I don't know. Jenna says the reason I'm such a slut is because I'm forever looking for daddy attention I never got. And I'm always like, "OK, if you say so, Ms. Psychoanalyst." Hahaha. Whatever. 

Mom came over that night so we could talk, and I told her she should be sure and get a good lawyer who could make *sure* she got the house, plus alimony, plus whatever else she could possibly get. Jenna said, "I know a good lawyer. Michael. I can call him right now if you want."

I was like, "Oh yeah! Of course! Pin-dick can represent you!"

My mom laughed. "Pin-dick?" 

So then it was time for me to embarrass my mom again by telling her all about the lawyer Michael Tamalinas, or "needle-dick", or "ugly old loser", or "birth control on two legs". How he was one of Jenna's playthings, and how, just because of me, he was also in chastity now, hahaha. Oh, and how I didn't approve of him dating, so if he did date, he had to tell Jenna, so she could tell me and I could punish him. Hahaha. I told her how I made him and Davey drop their pants and show each other their dick cages, while Mom shook her head as she rested it on her palm and said, "Amanda Marie..."

Jenna and I called Michael that night, more or less demanding that he take my mother's case. He readily agreed, though. If it was gonna be a burden, he didn't say so. I said, "When's the soonest time you can meet with her?"

He said, "Well... I'm at home and don't have my schedule in front of me. Jodi schedules all my appointments, too, so... offhand, I couldn't say."

I said, "Whaaat?? What kinda bullshit is that? Can you go in to your office and look at your appointment book?"

"Well, that probably wouldn't work, because I don't know if she keeps it in the open where I could see it, or she keeps it on the computer... I could go in, but I might not find what I'm looking for."

I scoffed, and he said, "I'm sorry, Miss Mandy, I wish I could be more helpful. I could certainly let you know in the morning."

"Just lost without your secretary, huh, pea-brain?"

"Yes, Miss Mandy, I'm afraid so. I'm sorry."

"Ugh. Well, if I have to wait a day, then I think you should have to wait one more day to get out of chastity. Don't you think, Jenna?"

"Yes, I do," she said.

"Yes, Miss Mandy," he said, "and Mistress Jenna."

Jenna said, "By the way, Michael, when is the last time you gave Jodi a raise?"

"Well, she does get a standard annual increase."

"You haven't given her any special raises just to show her how much you appreciate her work? How hopeless you are without her?"

"Uh, no. No, Mistress, I haven't."

"Maybe you should give some serious thought to that. Yes? You think?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, we'll be talking about that. I'm sure if Miss Mandy doesn't like your ultimate decision on that matter, she'll be recommending some serious chastity punishment time. You know she doesn't have much sympathy for the horniness and frustration of little-dicked losers in chastity."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm... yes, I'm aware."

"Especially old, ugly ones," I broke in. "So I'll be expecting a call first thing in the morning."

"Well, Jodi comes in at 9. I'll be there already, but as soon as she arrives, I'll find out what's open and we'll schedule a consultation for the first available time."

"And you'll call me right away."

"Yes, Miss Mandy, I'll call you right away."

I told Mom not to worry about the legal expense, because Jenna would take care of most of it by giving Michael play time, and then I would pay Jenna. I also told him Jenna and I would make damn sure he did a good job and got her the best possible deal in the divorce. This case would be personal for him, because he'd want to make sure we were very, very pleased.

I also told her if she liked Michael, she should consider dating him, because he was single. She laughed and said, "I thought you said he was ugly." I said, "Well, he's not that ugly, I just like to insult him. But he does have his dick in a cage, so you wouldn't have to worry about him cheating on you like Dad. Plus it's only him and his secretary there in the office, and she knows about Jenna. So ... I mean, basically at this point he belongs to Jenna, as a plaything, not a ... you know, boyfriend. So if you decided you wanted him..." 

I left the thought there, for her to fill in the blank, and she said, "What? If I want him, you and Jenna are gonna tell him, OK, you have to date Candice now? Hahaha."

"Maybe." I smiled. "Something like that."

Jenna said, "More likely Mandy would call him and say, 'I think you should call up my mother and ask her out on a date, unless you want another month in chastity'." 

"Hahahaha! Yeah," I said. "That's about right. Hahaha."

The next morning I made sure I was dressed and ready to go at 9:00 in case Michael had an early spot open. He called at 9:05 and said he could meet with us at 1:00. I huffed and said, "Ugh. No earlier? God, you lawyers suck. OK, we'll see you at 1, pin-dick." Then I called Mom and said, "I'll pick you up at 11 so we can go out for lunch, and then we'll go meet Michael together." 

As it turned out, Jenna joined us, too, and came in for the meeting. Michael didn't mind; he was always happy to see her, and plus I wanted Jenna to know as much about Mom's case as I did. She understood all the legal stuff better, anyway. Before we got in there, I asked Jenna to make Michael drop his pants in his office to show Mom his chastity device, which he did. After the meeting, outside the building, Mom shook her head and said, "You girls are something else. But... I have to say, it is nice to know I can trust this lawyer to do a good job."

"Well, what did you think of him," I asked, "as a ... like ... potential boyfriend, Mom?"

"Welllll... I've seen better-looking men... but I mean... he's not hideous. And, like you said, I would know he couldn't run around on me. So ..."

"So he has potential?"

She nodded. "He has potential. But until the divorce is final, let's just wait and see."

Michael made sure the divorce went through as quickly as possible, and somehow he also managed to get the case out of the hands of the first judge assigned to it, and in front of a judge who seemed to like Michael and was also most likely to give the woman in a divorce case practially anything she asked for. He also said at one point, "Lucky for you, Candice, your husband picked one of the shittiest attorneys in town. Ha. One who charges a lot more than I do, too. And of course, you're getting a very discounted rate anyway, thanks to Mistress Jenna." 

Mom got the house - all of it. As she and Jenna and I sat on my back deck, she told us she was gonna sell it, buy a little condo, and bank the rest of the money. I said, "Noooo. Screw that, move in with us. We have a bedroom available. Two, actually, upstairs. The guest room and the shoe closet." 

"Are you suuuure?"

"Yes! Absolutely!"

"You want your mother living in your house?"

"Why not! Of course! Oh my god... Davey having to pick up after YOU, too, and doing YOUR laundry for you, and cook for you and all that. Oh my god. Yes! I absolutely want you here!" I gave my mother a huge hug and BEGGED her to move into my house! Hahaha!

"Well... OK. If you insist."

"Oh my god. Mom." I jumped up and down in excitement over my next thought. "How great would this be... Once you're living here, I can tell Davey YOU're the one he'll have to go to from now on to ask permission to be let out of his penis cage whenever the date comes. Hahaha! Oh my god! Having him on his knees, begging his mother to be unlocked from his dick cage to have a little squirty-squirt. Hahahaha! Oh my god. Mom! Please do that, oh please."

I kept begging (and laughing), while Mom put her head in her hand and shook it. She was also laughing, though, hahaha.

Michael earned several hours of playtime with Jenna by handling Mom's case so well, and I was even nice to him and shaved a week or so off his chastity time. Next it was time for Mom to sell the house, and while she was waiting for a buyer, she got started packing, to move out. She also had an enormous yard sale, because there was a lot of stuff she didn't want to have to move to my house. She held it on a Friday and Saturday, so I asked Jeff to give Davey that Friday off work so he could help Mom do the sale. Of course she made him move all the stuff outside, too, and pack up all the stuff left over. I told her not to lift a finger, and she didn't, haha. 

Then Davey got to spend every evening and weekend with Mom, packing and moving stuff from her house to ours, and unpacking at our house. Mom said, "You know, Mandy, you could help a little, too." I said, "I can't! I have a *job*, you know!" Haha. As if Davey didn't. I loved coming out of my camming room, on a break, dressed in some outrageously sexy skimpy number, or sometimes stark naked, or maybe wearing only ridiculously high clear stripper heels ... maybe sweating, or covered with baby oil, to strut past my poor drooling hubby while he unpacked boxes, hahaha. 

One time he was on one knee working on a box, so I bent over in front of him and put my naked ass in his face and made him tongue my butthole, asking him if his dick hurt in its little cage. He whimpered and said, "Yes, dear." I laughed and said, "Well, you know, I noticed on the calendar that it's only four days until you can ask for an unlocking. But you can *forget* about that until Mom is completely moved in and settled." He answered in his usual way, but especially pitiful this time, "Yes, dear." I laughed and walked away.

I told Jenna she should call up pencil-dick and make him help Mom with the moving, too. Mom was getting used to bossing Davey around, but I wanted to give her a chance to boss Michael around, too, and see if she liked it. Jenna thought that was a good idea, so she called him. He said he was too deep in work to help that night, and he couldn't predict what the next few nights might be like. I heard her say, "Well... I will tell Miss Mandy. You know how impatient she is. This could be bad for you." 

I said, "What? What's he saying?" When she told me, I said, "Well, every night he can't get free is another day of chastity. Tonight's already 1. So I hope he's not counting on cumming any time soon. I don't even like the idea of him cumming at all anyway, the ugly old loser. Gross."

Three nights later, he was free, and also the following weekend he spent as much time as he could helping Mom. So I freed Davey from that chore, because he was falling behind on our housework, and also I wanted Mom and Michael to have time alone. 

Once Mom was all moved in, we were eating dinner one night and I said, "Davey, I gave Mom the key to your little penis cage, so from now on, you will need to ask her for permission to get out of it, and squirt your slimy goo, so you can then lick it all up." I totally put Mom on the spot when I said that, because I *hadn't* actually given her the key yet, and also, even though I had begged her to be the one he had to ask, she hadn't actually agreed yet. Hahaha. But hey... by now you know I'm a spoiled brat. Even my mom can't refuse me if I've got my heart set on something. I told Davey he'd been a really, really good boy during the whole moving process, and I knew he was overdue for a chance to squirt his slimy goo, but he still needed to wait until tomorrow, and then he could ask Mom.

Later, when Davey was doing chores downstairs, and Mom and I were upstairs, I gave her the key and told her she shouldn't always agree to unlock him, but if she did, she could cuff him to a chair and put a plastic glove on to stroke him off. Or she could just lightly beat his dick with a yardstick, or a wooden back-scratcher, or something. Or use kitchen tongs and grab his dick that way. Whatever she wanted to do. Or she could make Davey hump a tile floor, or the shower wall. And if she really didn't want to do any of that, she could make him beg Jenna to take care of his little squirty-squirt for him. She said, "All right, but tomorrow, when he asks, I want you to be here." So I told Davey not to ask her for permission until Mom and I were together. 

When the time came, he got on his hands and knees in front of Mom and said, "Mom... may I please have permission to get out of my little penis cage long enough to squirt my slimy goo, so that I may lick all of it up, to please my wife?" I had almost forgotten how he was supposed to say it, because I hadn't heard it myself for over a year. He had been asking Jeff, and sometimes Jenna, too. 

Mom said, "Well... I don't know, Davey... You were a very good boy helping with all the moving, and everything. But I'm a little disappointed that I didn't make more money with the yard sale."

It was silent for a moment, so I said, "What do you say, Davey?"

"Um... I'm very sorry, Mom. I'm sorry you're disappointed ... with ... the ... with the yard sale money."

Mom said, "Don't you think you should be punished a little bit, for my disappointment?" Haha. It was all I could do not to break out in a huge grin over that one. I thought, Oh my god, way to go Mom! She was catching on fast.

Davey said, "Yes, Mom. I, um... I do deserve to be punished a little... for your disappointment."

"Yes, I think so, too," she said. "I was hoping to make about another 400 dollars, so I think 4 more days of chastity would be appropriate."

"Yes, Mom."

I said, "I think that's more than fair. Davey, kiss Mom's feet and thank her for being so kind, and fair."

So then four days later, Mom wanted me to be there again. Poor hubby came to his mother on hands and knees again and asked to "squirt his slimy goo", hahaha. This time she said yes, and we cuffed him to a chair in the kitchen. We gave him a really special treat, though: Mom stood behind him, and reached around him with a pair of tongs, and he was allowed to face me, and look at me, while I stood about five feet in front of him, leaning against a counter, smirking at him, with my arms folded, making no attempt to be sexy. I told him to keep his mouth closed and breathe through his nose, and not make any noise when he came. I didn't want to have to hear him grunting like an animal. 

It was actually pretty hot to watch my mother roughly jerk on his dick with the tongs, and see my poor hubby, half feeling good, and half in pain, staring at me with his longing eyes. I thought, He is soooo cute, look at him. I don't mean 'cute' like a hot guy, I mean 'cute' like a little puppy, haha. I had another one of those times where I thought, Oh my god, he is soooo in love with me. I felt thankful, I admit it.

I savored the pitiful look on his face when he started "squirting his slimy goo" and tried not to make any noise. Before he was even completely done, I told Mom to stop, and we un-cuffed him to make him lick up every drop from the chair and the floor. Then of course he had to kiss Mom's feet, and mine, and thank us profusely.

One afternoon, I made a phone call, from my car. A woman said, "Law office," and I said, "Is Mr. Tamalinas in, please?"

"May I ask who's calling."

"Mandy Thompson."

"One moment." 

Then Michael answered, and I said, "Hello, gross-face. I was wondering if you were available to talk for like two minutes. If I stopped in."

"Are you close by, Miss Mandy? How soon would you be here?"

"I can be there in five minutes or less."

"Yes, if you come by that soon, you can come right in, to my office. I'll tell Jodi I'm expecting you."

So I pulled up to his building, parked, and went right in to his office. I closed the door and sat down. I said, "I want to let you know about something. My mom seems to be very impressed with you. She is *very* pleased with how you handled her divorce, of course, but there's more to it than that. She talks about you. She knows you're an honest man, you have a stable career... she doesn't think you're half as ugly as I do, and she's even seen your little shrimp dick in that little cage, and still... she seems to like you. I have a feeling if you called her to ask her out on a date, she would say yes."

I watched his face very carefully as I said these things, because I knew I'd be able to tell if he wasn't attracted to Mom at all. And I'd also be able to tell if what I was saying was making him really excited. And it was definitely making him excited. 

So I continued, "So as much as the idea grosses me out, and even though I know my mom could do much better than your dumb ugly ass, you have my blessing - and my permission - to take my mom on a date... if she says yes, that is. And if things go well, you can, like... you know, date my mom, for real."

"Thank you, Miss Mandy."

"You're welcome. Well, I think you should call her right now, but I said this would only take two minutes, so I'm gonna go. It's up to you if you want to call her right away, but you know how impatient I am. It would be nice to get home and hear from Mom that she got a phone call. If I do, I'll ask Mistress Jenna to take away a day of chastity for you. If I remember. OK, bye-bye, needle-dick."

"Thank you, Miss Mandy. I *will* call her right now."

As soon as I came out of the building, I jumped up and down, clapping my hands and skipping to my car. If anyone saw me, I'm sure they were wondering, What is SHE so happy about? Haha.




Evil Slut Bride Ch. 09



When I got home, Mom told me Michael asked to take her to dinner, and to a show at the theatre downtown. Not a movie. Like a musical show, or performance, or some arty thing. He was taking her to eat at Pantana's, which is like, super-exclusive, super-fancy. I've never even been there. Jenna said one of her playmates took her there a few times, and it's outstanding. So I was *very* pleased with pin-dick and told Jenna she could take a whole *week* off his chastity time. But then I said, "Oh, but wait... you know what? That should really be up to Mom. Mom, you should tell him, at the end of the night.. I mean, if you're happy with the date, and butt-face has been a really, really good boy... you should TELL him he's been a really, really good boy and that YOU are gonna tell Jenna to take a week off his chastity time. You should totally get him used to YOU saying stuff like that to him."

By now Mom was really catching on to all this girl-power stuff anyway, being around me and Jenna all the time. So she totally agreed. Hahaha. Oh my god, I love my life! 

But of course when it comes to this stuff, Jenna is the best teacher ever, so she gave Mom all kinds of tips. (Plus she had spent a lot of time with Michael, so she knew all his kinks and everything that turned him on.) She said she was gonna tell Michael to call her "Miss Jenna" instead of "Mistress Jenna" from now on. That way he'd start thinking of her more like a daughter instead of like a potential partner, or seductress. And she came up with "Lady Candice" as something he could call Mom. Mom loved it! So Jenna texted him and said he should get Mom a very nice thank-you card to put in the mail the next day, to thank her for agreeing to go out with him, and he should address it to "Lady Candice" and call her that always.

When Michael came to our house Saturday night, Jenna and I answered the door, and he was dressed in a new suit and shoes, the best-looking clothes we'd ever seen him in, holding a HUUUUGE bouquet of red roses. We let him in, and made him stand just inside the door holding the roses and waiting for Mom, while Jenna told him that from now on, he should call her "Miss Jenna", and as long as Mom wanted to date him, he wouldn't get to have any more sessions with Jenna. He said, "Yes, Miss Jenna."

Then I told him if Mom *did* wanna keep dating him, then Mom should really be the one to have his chastity key, rather than Jenna, and didn't he agree? He said, "Yes, Miss Mandy. I agree." 

I laughed and said, "Are you sure, puke-face? Because you know my mom and I are related, and you *know* you get unlocked from that thing a LOT more often than my hubby. Are you sure you know what you're in for?"

His answer was perfect: "Yes, I understand, Miss Mandy. But Lady Candice is such a special woman, and so beautiful and charming, that I would be honored, and consider myself the luckiest man in the world, to have your lovely mother holding the key to my ... my stupid little pin-dick."

My mouth dropped open, and I said, "Awwwww! Oh my gawwwwd! That is so sweeeet." I actually got tears in my eyes, and Jenna said, "Oh my god, Michael, look at that, you're making Mandy cry. I have *never* seen that."

"I can't help it. Oh my god. You should totally tell Mom.. or, Lady Candice... that when she comes down. Oh my god, what a *good boy*!"

When Mom came down the steps, she smiled at Michael, seeing him standing at the door holding roses. I said, "Pin-dick, I want you to tell my mother what you think of her while you hand her those roses."

He said, "Lady Candice, I am so honored that you've agreed to spend the evening with me. You are a beautiful, charming, lovely woman. You have such beautiful eyes, such a wonderful smile, and a *musical* voice which is always a delight to my ears. I've enjoyed every moment I've spent with you so far. You are a wonderful, beautiful, intelligent woman. I do not deserve such wonderful company, so I am beyond honored to have it tonight."

Oh my gawwwwd! I almost fainted. I never heard my dad say anything like that to Mom, that's for DAMN sure! Jenna and I both went, "Awww," but Mom just took the roses from his hand, smelled them, and said, "That's a very good boy, Michael. Now I'd like it very much if you got on your hands and knees in front of me, and kissed my shoes, and thanked me again for agreeing to let you take me out tonight."

Needless to say, he did just that! And ALSO needless to say, Mom kept dating him. With my dad, she had been a loving, supporting wife who let Dad do whatever he wanted, always believed whatever he told her, and never nagged or complained about his work habits. And look where it got her. No fucking way she was gonna make that mistake with Michael, hahaha! Jenna and I taught her well. Mom LOVED having Michael as an adoring little puppy boyfriend. And he had such a way with words that she made him say, and write, romantic things to her all the time. 

I could see Michael wasn't just saying that stuff, either, he really felt that way. He was TOTALLY in love with Mom. He wanted to spend every spare moment with her, and even though his job was demanding, he told her she could feel free to come to his house or office to see that he really was working when he said he was. He told her, "I will never keep any secrets from you, Lady Candice, I will always be completely truthful, when you ask anything about me you want to know. The only secrets I'll have are the ones I *have* to keep, about my clients, which I'm sure you understand. But anything about me is yours to know, I have no reason to hide anything."

After six months, Michael proposed to Mom. Obviously it was super-romantic, and he wasn't just on his knees when he asked, he was on his *hands and knees*. Mom was ready for it. She said, "I will agree to let you marry me, Michael, on three conditions."

"Yes, Lady Candice... three conditions... I am ready to hear them."

"Number one, I do not want to move into your house, Michael. You would always think of it as your house, and not fully mine. So I don't want that. I want you to sell your house. I want you to give me all the money from the sale. And I want you to give me everything in the house, to keep, sell, or discard, as I choose. Then I want you to move into my house. We can make a little office for you in part of the shoe closet upstairs. You won't need many possessions, and you can sleep on the trundle bed that pulls out from underneath my day-bed. So there is plenty of room for you at my house."

"Oh, Lady Candice... I would be more than willing.. and honored... to do that. There are a few items that are work-related, such-"

"Oh, I don't mean those things. Certainly anything you need for work, you can keep. I just mean-"

"Well, then, yes, Lady Candice, I am happy to agree to the first condition. More than happy."

"Good. OK, condition number two: In our marriage I will be completely in charge of all the finances. You will have no control over your money anymore, and I will make all the financial decisions."

"Yes, Lady Candice. I am happy to agree with condition 2 as well."

"Good. Condition number three: I want you to give Jodi a 25% pay increase. Obviously what Jodi gets paid should be of no concern to you anymore, anyway, since I'll control all the money, which includes the business end of your law firm. And I want you to introduce me to Jodi and tell her everything about us, in front of me. And I'm going to tell Jodi that I'll be counting on her to keep an eye on you in my absence, and make sure you're always a good boy for me. I want to make sure that every minute of every day, either Jodi, or I, or my daughter, are watching you, so you can be my perfect pussywhipped little husband."

"Yes, Lady Candice. I am happy to agree to all three conditions. I would be so honored, and count myself the luckiest man in the world, to be your perfect pussywhipped little husband. Will you please, please, marry me, Lady Candice?"

"Kiss my feet while I think it over, Michael."

"Yes, Lady Candice."

She knew she was going to say yes. But first she let him kiss her feet for about five minutes, hahaha.

So now... there is never a dull moment at my house, haha! It's a total girl-power house, and we love it! Obviously Mom and Jenna and I love it. But our good little boys love it, too. I know they do. Even if mine has to go months at a time being teased relentlessly in his little penis cage, sitting on his cot in his little basement bedroom that must only be like 6 by 3, hahahaha! Sitting there with his laptop resting on his caged dick, watching his wife be a slut on cam, and knowing he's gonna have to go to sleep horny. Hahaha! Then having to crawl to his mother to ask for permission to "squirt his slimy goo", and having her jerk him off with a pair of tongs. Hahahaha! Ohhhhh my god! My life is SOOOO great.

And then there's Mom's good little boy, sleeping on a trundle bed beside, and below, her bed. Kneeling on it and eating her pussy every night before he lays down with his swollen little pin-dick trapped in ITS cage. Mom cracked me up when she said to me, "All right, Mandy, if your husband has to ask me for permission to squirt his goo, then my husband's gonna have to ask YOU for permission." I said, "Well... OK. But I'm tellin' you right now, your hubby's not gonna GET permission very often."

It didn't take long for Mom to decide butt-face shouldn't be driving around in his fancy Mercedes, either. Like a little pussywhipped loser should be driving that, PUH-leeze! So she made him trade it in, and buy a new one outright. For her? No. For Jodi! Hahaha. Mom made him give Jodi the new Mercedes, then Mom bought Jodi's car for herself, and she started driving Michael to work. One morning, after Michael went into his office, Mom asked Jodi, "What do you think of moving the law office downtown? I'd like Michael to be able to walk to the courthouse."

Jodi said, "Well, downtown would be closer to where I live. But the problem is parking."

"What if Michael provided you with parking, pre-paid, in a garage down there, so you wouldn't have to worry about that?"

"Oh, sure, that would be great."

"OK, then. Are you willing to look into available space downtown, where the office could move to? Because I'd like it to be someplace you like. I'd like it to be your decision where to go."

"Sure. I'll do that."

"Wonderful! OK. Well, don't tell Michael, until you've found the location. Then just tell him, We're moving the office downtown to this spot. Don't even tell him I said so, unless he balks at it for some reason. I want to see if he just says, 'OK'. Which is what I hope he says. But if he doesn't seem to want to do it, then you tell him I said so. In either case, tell me how he reacts."

When the time came, and Jodi told him they were moving the office, needle-dick didn't say anything at first, until he realized Jodi was serious. Then he said, "Um... Does Lady Candice know ... um, about it?"

"Yes," Jodi said. "It was her idea to move downtown, and I agreed to find the location."

"OK. Yes, ma'am. We shall move, then."

Jodi called Mom, told her about the conversation, and Mom was pleased with how he handled it. Mom said, "OK, well, you tell Michael what you need him to pack for you, and how to pack it, and all that, and make him do it all. Don't you lift a finger. And tell him you'll be taking a few days off, with pay, until the move is complete and the new office is all set up. Have him hire a temp to help him keep track of his appointments and stuff, if he needs that. But as far as actual moving, I'll make him do that stuff after hours. Oh, and tell him to arrange for your parking downtown."

Once the office was moved downtown, Mr. Bigshot Lawyer had to start taking the bus to work every day. Hahahaha!!

So life is SWEET! So sweet! At my house. I have so much fun there, I don't slut around nearly as much anymore. I still have Jeff over to fuck me in front of Davey, but having a gang-bang at my house? Not such a good idea, hahaha. First of all, it's not Jenna's thing, but also... getting gang-banged with my mom there?? Hahaha, I don't think so. But now and then I call up Tim, and have him arrange a gang-bang at his place, or wherever he wants. I bring Davey with me, so he can lick up all the cum that gets in, and on, me. I've had someone film it a couple times, and made edited versions that don't show Davey in them, and unedited ones showing Davey cleaning me up. I sell them on the cam site, so if you ever come to my cam room, and tip me some major site tokens, you can buy them - either version you want.

Having a stepdad is a blast, too. Inside my house, even if I'm not camming, I walk around in bikinis, sexy little nighties, just bra and panties, or just panties, or something skimpy or slutty... or just completely naked! I do it purposely, not only to tease my hubby, but my mom's hubby, too, hahaha. And every time needle-dick is around, I'll say, "Oh my god... are you lusting after your stepdaughter, you sick perv? Mooooom!! Gross-face is down here perving on me!!" 

We have whips and paddles and crops lying all over the house now, so Mom will come downstairs, grab the nearest one handy, and punish Michael for being a perv, while I smirk at him and say "Hit him HARDer!" Hahaha! 

I'm 23 now, and Jenna just turned 30. My poor bestie thinks she's getting old, and I'm like, "Pfff, gimme a break." She wants all of us to retire within ten years. By all of us, I mean me, and her, and Mom. Our boys will keep working, of course. Mom will probably never let Michael retire, hahaha. We are in good shape, though. Jenna and I both make as much as Davey does; Michael makes huge money, and Mom has two house sales' worth of money banked. My dream of being fully provided for came true. I wouldn't even have to keep camming if I didn't want to, but I have a blast with it, and every time Jenna shows me our progress and how well off we'll be in the future, it just makes me wanna keep going. Us girls have a two-week Caribbean cruise planned for summer, and while we're gone, Jodi's gonna come to the house and hubby-sit, hahaha. She's married, but who knows, maybe she'll bring her husband to stay at the house, too, and maybe they'll fuck in front of our horny boys. Hahahaha! I hope so. That'd be great!!

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