Training A Proper Wife

"Look at me." She moaned loudly as she obeyed, falling off the edge instantly while we stared at each other. "Yes... yes.... yes.... YES..... YES..... Y... YESSSS!!!!" I watched her pupils dilate and roll into the back of her head as the pleasure overwhelmed her, feeling her tight pussy clench down on my cock over and over again. Finally she collapsed, exhaling loudly.

"What do you say?"

She blinked and moaned, trying to regain her composure. "Thank you, sir."

I pulled out of her and stood up, ordering her to her feet. Leading her to the wooden table that she had been tied to before, I bent her trembling body over it, her soft round ass sticking up into the air. Kneeling down I spread her feet wide, tying her ankles to the table legs, one on the right side and the other on the left. My mouth was close to her ear as I spoke quietly to her. "Now, you're going to be a good little pet, and you're going to offer me your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Now, ask me to fuck you in the ass, nicely."

Her eyes closed tightly as she imaged my cock forcing her sphincter open, traveling deep into her body, into places that she had never allowed anyone. She wanted so badly to obey. Her body was exhausted from the hard work she had been forced to do, her knees and muscles weak from the incredible orgasm just moments before. She took a deep breath and allowed her body to relax, feeling the wood against her skin, mentally relaxing her anus to prepare it for what was coming. "Sir, will... will you please fuck me in the ass? I... I wish to pleasure your cock with my ass, please sir..."

I smiled and said nothing, setting a ball gag down in front of her face. "Would you like to be gagged?"

She thought for a moment, looking at the red rubber ball, imagining it stifling her screams of pain, forcing her to breath through her nose. "Sir I... uhm... no sir."

"Very well. But if you cry out too loudly, I'll make that choice for you." I slid my cock back into her pussy, which was still dripping wet, her smooth, silky, natural lubricant covering my cock. She moaned gently as she felt it, arching her back to take me in deeper, enjoying every last moment of pleasure that I offered her before taking her ass. Finally I slid out and positioned my cock at the tiny entrance of her anus, pressing into it only slightly, letting the head of my hard dick expand it slowly. I could easily have forced my way inside her harshly, tearing her open and making her bleed, but I wanted her ass available to use again soon and had no desire to damage my property.

I took her wrists into my hands and placed them behind her back, holding her down to the table tightly and giving me a good grip to pull myself against. Her hands balled into fists as I began thrusting into her, opening her wider and wider each time, she dug her fingernails into her palms to distract herself from the pain. Her anus finally gave as she squeezed her eyes shut, mentally relaxing it and allowing me into her, once my head was through I only needed to expand her ass a little more, and then I began thrusting deeper and deeper into her, slowly allowing the her pussy's lubricant to spread until I made her take me in all the way up to the hilt.

She gasped and whimpered, but made no objection or effort to resist as I took her. My cock slid freely in and out of her now, that incredibly tight ass stretched over my shaft. She took long, sharp breaths through her nose, blowing them loudly out of her mouth as she absorbed the pain. I shoved myself into her faster and faster as my cock throbbed and exploded, hot streams of cum filling her ass. She breathed deeply and relaxed as my thick cum generously lubricated her insides, and I continued to enjoy fucking her until the hardness in my dick began to retreat. I pulled out of her, watching a thick bead of white creamy liquid drip out of her ass and down the lips of her pussy.

I untied her ankles and she slipped off the table onto the floor, resting against one of the table legs. "Thank you, sir." I only smiled.

"Tonight, you rest. I have a big day planned tomorrow. There are some important guests of mine visiting and I expect you to be a good little slave and help them feel completely comfortable. Will you be a good girl and do as you're told?"

"Yes sir." There was nothing anyone could do to her now.

Part 8

My guests filled the great room of the "cabin", a large fire roaring in the massive stone fireplace that anchored the room. Plush couches and chairs circled the room, occupied by not only men but women too, some of them their wives, who only came to watch, some of them mistresses themselves, and still others slaves and pets, who sat neatly on the floor near their owners. The dim lighting centered on a large circular bed that sat low to the floor, as if it were a giant stage waiting for its performers. Among the guests was Ethan, dressed in a fine black suit and tie, sitting in the shadows.

I walked into the room with a thin leather leash in my hand, the other end of it attached to a metal ring on Slut's collar. She followed a few steps behind me. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the new slave that I have available to be bid on. Anyone who likes may have a free sample of her tonight. We only call her "Slut" for now... perhaps tonight a new owner will choose a different name for her." Smiles and gentle laughter mixed in the room as both men and women examined her sexy body, naked and exposed for all to see. I sat down in a large armchair, Slut kneeling down on the floor nearby.

Tara was already hard at work at her assigned task, dancing slowly and erotically on the lap of one of my male guests, nothing but a short, shimmering, black dress covering her body. Finally unable to take her teasing anymore, I watch as he picks her up and carries her to the center stage, stripping her naked and putting her on her back. She obediently spreads her legs wide for him, exposing her beautiful shaved pussy, allowing him deep into her with a loud gasp. I loved sharing my sexy slaves with my guests, watching other men, and women, enjoying playing with my pets.

He groaned loudly as he came inside her, filling her pussy with his cum. Tara sat up, giggling, wondering who would be next. I bent forward and spoke quietly into Slut's ear. "I want you to go over there and use your tongue to carefully clean all of that cum out of Tara's pussy. Then the two of you can play. If anyone else decides to join you, I expect you to allow them to use you any way that they please." There was a click of metal on metal as I remove the leash from her collar, allowing her to get up. "Yes sir."

All eyes in the room fell upon her as she approached the round bed, staring at Tara's luscious body. The thought of tasting a woman for the first time, with all of these eyes upon her, caused her to tremble, but she hid it and continued forward, determined to please her master. She knelt down on the soft cloth, the light from above shining on her and blotting out the room full of faces. She touched Tara's knees, spreading them apart slightly as her eyes traveled down to her wet pussy, the creamy, hot cum oozing out of her. The image flashed into her mind of the cold, slimy puddle that she had been forced to clean off the floor, of the punishment that she had been made to endure because of her first failure. She bent forward and willed her tongue out of her mouth, licking that thick milky liquid from the bottom of Tara's pussy to the top, hearing her squeal in delight as the moist warmth of her tongue dipped into her. She mused at how much easier it was to eat cum when it was still hot and fresh, as it slipped down her throat.

Every person in the room was fixated on the sight before them, master, mistress, and slave alike, probably none more than Ethan as his former wife's first experience with another woman unfolded in front of him. Gasps and moans filled the room as Tara reached down and grabbed her head with both hands, spreading her legs out wider and beckoning her tongue deeper inside. Slut had never even seen another woman's pussy this close before, and the way it looked from this angle surprised her. Though she had never before imagined pleasuring another woman this way, she knew exactly how it felt, how a woman would like to be touched. The moments blended together as Tara's moans grew more intense.

"Ohh.... Ooooh.... OOOOHHHH.... OOHHHHHHHH....."

Slut felt the pussy around her tongue open wider, like a flower blossoming against her mouth, and then violently contract, over and over again, each contraction spaced perfectly the same time apart. Tara's body collapsed against the bed, twitching occasionally in sheer pleasure. Slut sat up slightly and watched her partner's body lustfully, the wetness still dripping from her mouth. She really did look like an angel. Tara's eyes flashed open as if suddenly possessed, and she sat up, grabbing my new pet and violently turning her over onto her back. "Don't. Move."

Slut's body tingled and she gasped uncontrollably at every touch as Tara's hands, lips, and tongue had their way with her. Never before had she experienced such pleasure, the softness of another woman's breasts against her body, the sensation of her hard nipples as she gently dragged them down her skin, those deep, lustful eyes staring back at her. Time and space melted away and became meaningless, the circular bed that they played on turning into their own surreal universe where nothing mattered but the energy that flowed between them. With every kiss, every touch, every lick, every orgasm, they energized one another's bodies more and more, the intensity of their love-making increasing as if there were no limit. How long had they been lost together in this moment? Was it hours? Days, perhaps? Did it even matter? Until finally their bodies gave out from exhaustion, collapsing into each other, the sheets drenched from their sweat. A soft applause sounded in the room.

Several men and women got up and climbed onto the large round surface, stripping clothes off one another in the lustful desire that had been ignited from the passion they had just witnessed. Slut put her skills to use without a question, allowing anyone and everyone to have a piece of her, taking a hard cock into every hole in her body, often more than one at a time. I only watched from my chair, enjoying the show and chuckling at Ethan, who shook his head in disbelief at what I had accomplished. I mused at the hours we had spent together that day, teaching him carefully how to set clear, consistent rules, when to correct, when to reward, and when needed, to punish.

I approached the bed as the action died down, Slut and Tara exhausted from being taken and used in every way possible. Without a word I motioned to them with my head, and they quickly gathered themselves and rushed to me, kneeling down before me side by side with their palms up on their thighs. I smiled slightly to them as I observed my satisfied guests, signifying that I was pleased. "Go get in the shower and wash each other off." It was more meaningful than just wanting my property clean from behind used in such a way, it was a reward to Slut for serving me as I had asked her.

By the time they returned, most of my guests had either retired to other rooms, or simply collapsed about the great room, sleeping together in groups of two, or three, or more, the light from the fire flickering on their bodies. I clipped the leash back onto Slut's collar. "There is someone who is interested in purchasing you." She shivered slightly at the thought, but followed me without hesitating. I led her to Ethan, who had observed the entire evening without showing his face, letting her kneel down before him. She fought to keep her eyes to the floor, wishing she could look up and see the face her new potential owner. I could see what was going through her mind. "You may have a look."

Her eyes lifted and they met Ethan's, the recognition slowly spreading across her face. She knew this man... this man had loved her once. Really loved her. But she had let him down, and he threw her away. Not even her, really... someone else. The old her. A her, long forgotten, it had been such a long time ago.

"This is Sir Ethan. Now, look at me. I'd like to offer you a choice. The decision will be yours to make." Her deep, beautiful eyes found mine, listening for my next words. She wasn't allowed to make many choices.

"You can go with this man, and fill in the life that was once Lillian. Work at the same job. Live in the same house. Sleep in the same bed. Have the same owner." I motioned to Ethan. "Never forget the lessons that you have learned here. Serve your master well, and you will never, ever have to be afraid of being thrown away again. Perhaps someday, he could even love you." A tear streaked down her cheek as emotion overwhelmed her. The pain of being thrown out like a piece of garbage, being called trash. All because of her weakness. Weakness that she no longer had. She wanted so dearly to be loved, to be cherished. To be looked at the way that her master looked at Tara.

"And my other choice, sir?"

I pointed to the doorway leading to the garage that held the cage she had slept in. "You stay here, as my pet, forever."

She signed deeply. She had resigned herself to being her master's plaything... she hadn't thought that she would ever have another choice. And now, the thought of being owned by someone who had once loved her, who maybe, if she showed him day after day her submissiveness, could eventually love her again...

"Would... would I ever see Tara again?"

I was touched by her question. "That will be up to your new owner."

She sighed again, another tear sliding down to her chin and falling away. She would miss her so much, and vowed to think of her every day. "I think that, I would like to go with Sir Ethan." I squatted down next to her, reaching out and stroking her gently on the face. "Very well then." I stood back up and looked at Ethan. "What shall you call her?"

He looked her over for a few moments while he pondered. "Lillian's middle name was Rebecca. That would be a good name. Well, what do you say?"

Rebecca wiped the tears from her face and nodded. "I would like that very much, sir."

I handed the leash to Ethan and rested a hand on his shoulder, bending over to whisper into his ear. "If you mess her up, I will slit... your... throat." He turned his head and our eyes made contact, nodding his head in a silent promise.

Epilogue

Four months later, Tara and I sat on the couch in the living room of our downtown condo. She sidled up to me and then climbed onto my lap, kissing me firmly. "I love you." I smiled at my lovely wife, admiring her sweet smile as I had so many times before.

The doorbell rang and she hopped up off the couch, opening the door and inviting our guests inside. Rebecca and Ethan entered, and he came to join me in the living room while the two women embraced each other tightly, giggling and running off hand in hand. Ethan and I chuckled at them as he sat back and let out a long, slow sigh. "So. Still going well then?"

The satisfied smile on his face gave me all the answer I needed.