Becoming Mrs. Cockwife Pt. 06

Going to my new house

As I walked out of the interview room, I felt relieved that it was all over. It was humiliating to talk about myself in such a degrading way. I walked towards the wedding venue and saw that everyone had left. A servant approached me and asked me to follow him. I followed him and he took me to a Rolls Royce that was waiting for me. The driver asked me to get on to the rear seat and told me that he would drive me to my new house.

"Thank you," I said softly to the driver.

The driver nodded and drove the car out of the venue. As we drove, I sat on the back seat, feeling exhausted and humiliated. The events of the past few hours had been overwhelming for me, and I couldn't wait to rest for a while.

As the car drove through the empty streets, I looked outside the window, lost in my thoughts.

"I can't believe this is my life now," I muttered to myself. "I'm married to a cock and I'm nothing but a toy for the Smith family and their friends. I have no dignity, no self-respect, and no hope for the future. All I have is this stupid buttplug inside of me and my naked body. What have I done to deserve this?"

The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror but said nothing. I continued to stare outside, lost in my thoughts.

"I wonder where he's taking me," I thought to myself. "Is he taking me to my new home? What would it look like? Would it be as humiliating as the wedding ceremony? I can't take this anymore. I just want to sleep and forget everything that happened today."

As the car drove on, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing thoughts. The next few years of my life were going to be a nightmare, and I didn't know if I could survive it.

As we drove through the streets, I couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable. Being naked in the car made me feel like a piece of meat on display, and I tried to cover myself as much as possible with my hands. But it was no use, my naked body was out there for everyone to see.

I noticed a group of bikers stopping next to the car at a traffic light, and I froze. They were staring at me, gawking at my naked body. It made me feel even more humiliated, and I wished I could just disappear.

"Please, can we go faster?" I whispered to the driver, my voice trembling. "I don't want them to see me like this."

The driver nodded and pressed on the gas, speeding away from the bikers. But it was too late, the damage had been done. My naked body had been exposed to strangers on the street, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I leaned back on the seat, feeling defeated and broken. All of my dignity and self-respect had been stripped away, and I was left with nothing but my naked body and a glowing buttplug inside of me.

As we drove on, I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like from now on. Would I ever be able to regain my dignity and self-respect? Or was I destined to be nothing but a naked toy for the Smith family and their friends?

I closed my eyes, trying to push away the thoughts and emotions that were overwhelming me. All I wanted was to reach my new home and sleep, to forget everything that had happened today and hope that tomorrow would be a better day.

As the car approaches the gates of the big luxury condominium, I look around in awe. The building was so tall and impressive. I had never seen anything like it. I couldn't believe that James had given me such a gift. It was my first ever owned property and it was such a grand one.

The car parks in front of the building and the driver hands me the keys of the house. I get out of the car alone and look around at the pool and the park.

Suddenly, the guards approach me and start questioning me. "Excuse me miss, why are you naked?"

I take a deep breath and reply, "I'm Mrs. Cockwife. James Smith's Cock's wife. He gave me this house as a gift."

The guards look at each other and seem to recognize my name. "Oh, we heard about your wedding on TV. Sorry about that, Mrs. Cockwife. Welcome to the building," they apologize.

I smile and thank them, "Thank you. Can you please guide me to my apartment?"

"Of course, Mrs. Cockwife. Follow us," they say.

As we walk towards the elevator, the guards keep asking me questions. "So, are you really married to James's cock?"

I feel a sense of shame and humiliation but I reply with a straight face, "Yes, I am. James's cock is my husband. I'm legally bound to it."

The guards seem shocked and confused but they don't say anything else. We reach the elevator and they guide me to the 45th floor. "This is your floor, Mrs. Cockwife. Enjoy your stay."

I thank them and enter my apartment. As soon as I step inside, I gasp in amazement. It was a huge and luxurious apartment. I couldn't believe that it was all mine.

I walked through the door of my new apartment and closed it behind me. The furniture was all so expensive and lavish, it was overwhelming. But then my gaze drifted towards the photos on the walls and my heart sank. They were all photos of my face or naked body with James's cock. The pictures were so vivid and they brought back so many memories.

There was one of his cock on my forehead as I looked up at him. I remember feeling so humiliated and degraded as he forced me to worship his cock like that. Another photo showed me looking up at him as his cock was in front of my face and his cum was on my face. I could feel the humiliation wash over me as I remembered that moment, feeling so worthless and degraded.

I couldn't believe that these photos were going to be on my walls, reminding me of my place in this world as nothing more than a cum receptacle. But I knew that this was the life I had chosen for myself and I had to accept it.

As I looked around the apartment, my eyes were drawn to the expensive furniture. The couch was made of plush white leather, and it looked so pristine that I was almost afraid to sit on it. There were throw pillows scattered across the couch that matched the color of the walls.

The coffee table in front of the couch was made of clear glass, and there were several art books stacked on it. I picked up one of the books and flipped through the pages, admiring the beautiful and expensive artwork.

Next to the couch was a glass display cabinet that housed several expensive-looking figurines. They looked like they had been handcrafted and were made of delicate materials like crystal and porcelain. I was afraid to touch them, feeling like they were too valuable to be handled by someone like me.

The dining area had a stunning glass-top table with white leather chairs that matched the couch. The table was set with expensive china, crystal glasses, and silverware. I could only imagine the fancy dinners James would have there with his family and business partners.

Overall, the apartment was luxurious, but in a way that made me feel small and unworthy. I couldn't help but feel like I was just a pawn in James's game, and this apartment was just another way for him to show off his wealth and power.

I moved to another room, still in shock from the photos on the wall. But as I walked around the apartment, I couldn't escape the feeling of being constantly watched. Everywhere I looked, there were more photos of me and James's cock.

I walked into the bedroom and saw a photo of James deepthroating my mouth, his cock buried all the way down my throat. The image was so raw and explicit, it made me feel nauseous. It was a reminder of how little control I had over my own body and how James could use me as he pleased.

Then my eyes landed on another photo, this one even more degrading than the last. It was of James stretching my cheek with his cock, my mouth open wide to accommodate him. The sheer size of his cock and the way my face was contorted in pain made me feel so small and helpless.

I couldn't bear to look at these photos any longer, but I knew that they would always be there, a constant reminder of my place in this world as nothing more than a plaything for James's pleasure.

Wedding night with my husband

I had just finished inspecting every inch of my new luxurious apartment when the doorbell rang. I was completely naked, but I had grown used to it by now. I opened the door to find James standing in front of me, dressed in his usual expensive suit.

"Hello, my dear Nisha," he said, his voice oozing with charm.

"Hello, James," I replied, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible.

James walked past me and into the apartment, looking around with a smirk on his face. He turned to me and said, "I see you've been exploring."

I nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed about being caught checking out every little detail of my new home.

Suddenly, James's demeanor changed. He looked at me sternly and said, "Nisha, I need you to kneel down like a dog."

I was taken aback by his sudden demand, but I knew better than to argue. I quickly got down on my hands and knees, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

"Now listen carefully," James said, his voice low and commanding. "From now on, I want you to always be on your knees, even in public. This will remind you of your place in our relationship."

I looked up at James, feeling humiliated and degraded. "Yes, James," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"And when you're walking around me, I want you to do it on all fours," James continued. "That way, you'll always remember that you're my obedient little pet."

I nodded again, feeling like a toy that was being played with. "Yes, James," I said softly.

James walked over to me, towering over me on my hands and knees. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. "You belong to me, Nisha," he said, his eyes piercing into mine. "Never forget that."

I nodded, feeling completely submissive to him. "Yes, James," I repeated.

With that, James patted my head and left the apartment, leaving me on my hands and knees, feeling completely used and degraded.

As I kneel in front of James, I can't help but feel awed at the sheer size and luxury of the house he had purchased for me. I am naked as always, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and yet somehow grateful for the opportunity.

Suddenly, James reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dog collar. My eyes widen in shock, and I protest, "James, what are you doing? I don't want to wear a collar, it's humiliating."

James just chuckles and says, "Nisha, you know you have no choice. You're my cockwife now, and that means you do what I say. Now put this collar on."

I reluctantly obey, allowing him to secure the collar around my neck. It feels cold and heavy against my skin, a constant reminder of my submission.

As I protest again, James just tugs on the leash that's attached to the collar, pulling me along the floor like I'm a pet. "Come on, Nisha, it's time for you to learn how to walk like the bitch you are."

I feel humiliated as he drags me around on all fours, the collar and leash making me feel like nothing more than a dog. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

"Please James, please stop," I plead, but he ignores me and keeps pulling on the leash. "You'll get used to it, Nisha. Eventually, you'll learn to love being my little pet."

I was hesitant to move, but he pulled on the leash hard and I had no choice but to follow him. I crawled on all fours behind him as he led me through the luxurious house he had purchased for me. I was amazed at how big and beautiful it was, but my mind was too focused on James and my submission to him.

We moved from room to room, with James pulling me along like a dog. I heard my knees scrape the ground every time we entered a new room. I felt humiliated, but at the same time, strangely aroused. I knew that I was nothing more than a submissive, naked plaything to James, and I had to accept my place.

As we moved from the living room to the kitchen, James spoke to me in a commanding voice, "Good girl, now let's go to the kitchen." I crawled behind him, my leash tight in his hand. I felt like a helpless animal, unable to do anything but obey my master.

We entered the kitchen, and James let go of my leash for a moment. I hesitated to move, but he commanded me to "Come here, Nisha." I crawled towards him, my eyes glued to the ground. I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew he was enjoying every moment of my submission.

As we moved from room to room, I felt a mix of humiliation and arousal. I couldn't help but feel turned on by James's domination over me, even though I knew it was wrong. I knew that I was nothing more than a naked sex toy to him, but for some reason, that only made me want him more.

James was standing in front of me, holding a leash in his hand with the other end attached to the collar around my neck. I was naked and kneeling in front of him, feeling humiliated and submissive. He had purchased this luxurious house for me, but I had to pay the price for it by being his pet.

"Okay, Nisha. Let's start with the basics. Sit," James commanded as he sat on the couch, holding onto the leash.

I tried to sit like a human, but James corrected me, "Not like that, Nisha. You're not a human, you're a dog now. Sit like a good dog."

I had no choice but to comply, so I lowered myself onto the floor and sat on my haunches with my hands up in the air.

"Good girl," James praised, tugging on the leash. "Now, let's try something else. Come here."

I crawled towards him on all fours, still feeling ashamed of myself.

"Roll over," James commanded, and I turned over onto my back, exposing my vulnerable body.

"Good girl," James praised again, scratching my belly. "You're learning quickly."

I couldn't believe it. I was on my back, naked, and being treated like an animal. But I couldn't deny that part of me was enjoying this submission.

As I looked up at James, I could see the dominant look in his eyes. He was in control, and I was completely submissive to him.

James continued to scratch my belly as I lay there on my back, feeling completely vulnerable. He then moved his fingers to my sides and began to tickle me. I couldn't help but squirm and giggle uncontrollably.

"Come on, Nisha, move around like a good little doggie," James commanded, still tickling me.

I had no choice but to obey, and I started to wiggle and squirm on the floor, trying to get away from his fingers. It was humiliating to be moving around like an animal while James watched. I felt pathetic and degraded.

As I moved my body, my breasts jiggled and swayed, and my belly rolled over. My hair was a mess, and my face was flushed with embarrassment. I never thought I would be in this situation, but here I was, crawling and wriggling on the floor like a pet.

I could see James watching me from above with a sadistic smile on his face. He was enjoying every moment of my humiliation.

Finally, he stopped tickling me and tugged on the leash, pulling me towards him. "Good girl, Nisha. You did well," he said, patting me on the head.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and pleasure at his praise. It was a strange feeling, but one that I knew I would have to get used to.

I looked up at James with my eyes wide open as he threw a small plastic bone to the other side of the room. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. He had put a dog collar on my neck and made me crawl on all fours like a dog. I was lying on my back in a doggie roll over pose in front of him, and my breasts were on full display. He was sitting on a couch, dressed in a suit, and holding a leash in his hand.

"Go fetch the bone, Nisha," James commanded, throwing the small plastic bone to the other side of the room.

I immediately got up on all fours and crawled to the other side of the room, my breasts bouncing as I moved. My pussy was exposed, and I could feel the eyes of James watching me. I reached the bone, picked it up gently with my mouth, and crawled back to James's feet. I dropped the bone at his feet, wagging my tail like a puppy.

"Good girl, Nisha," James said, patting me on the head. "You're such a good little pet."

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I never thought I would be crawling around on all fours like a dog, but I had no choice. This was what James wanted, and I had to do it to please him.

I looked up at James with pleading eyes, hoping he would take pity on me, but he just smiled and threw the bone again.

I resumed my doggie roll over pose and crawled towards the bone, feeling the cool air on my exposed pussy and ass. My boobs were bouncing as I crawled, and I could see James getting aroused from the sight.

As I got to the bone, I picked it up with my mouth again and crawled back to James's feet, dropping it once more.

I looked back at James, hoping he was satisfied with my obedience.

I was kneeling in front of James like a dog with a dog collar around my neck. He was sitting on the couch in a nice suit and I was naked in front of him. I could feel his gaze on me, his cockwife. He spoke to me in a commanding voice, "Open my pants and clean my balls properly with your tongue."

Without hesitating, I opened his pants and saw his cock resting on his thigh. I could feel my mouth water at the sight of it. I cupped his balls with one hand and used my other hand to guide his cock towards my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his balls and started licking them slowly.

I ran my tongue over every inch of his balls, making sure to clean them thoroughly. I could taste his sweat on my tongue, mixed with the musky scent of his balls. I licked them delicately, enjoying the sensation of his balls in my mouth.

James groaned in pleasure as I licked his balls. I could feel him getting hard in my mouth, so I cupped his balls with both hands and licked them harder. I took his balls in my mouth one at a time, sucking on them with fervor.

As I continued to clean his balls with my tongue, I could feel myself getting wet with desire. Being James's cockwife meant serving him in any way he wanted, even if it meant licking his balls like a dog. I was his and his alone, and I would do anything to please him.

I continued to lick James's balls, my tongue moving up and down between them. His hands ran through my hair as I licked, a constant reminder of my place. "Good girl," he said, his voice low and gravelly.

Suddenly, James grabbed my hair and pulled me up to his cock. "Now, give me a blowjob," he commanded. "I want you to deepthroat it."

I took his cock into my mouth, my tongue exploring the entirety of its length. James's hand guided my head, pushing me further down onto his cock. "Deeper," he growled, "I want you to take all of it."

I struggled to take his entire length in my mouth, my eyes watering and my throat contracting. "Relax your throat," James instructed. "Adjust your neck so it's straight and let it slide in."

I tried to follow his instructions, my mouth stretching to accommodate his large cock. It felt heavy and warm on my tongue, the taste of his pre-cum making me shiver with both disgust and arousal. My throat contracted as I gagged, but I kept going, desperate to please James.

"Good girl," he growled, his hand tightening in my hair. "Keep going, take it all in."

I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, my nose touching his crotch. I coughed and gagged, but James didn't let up. He kept pushing me down on his cock until I finally took it all in.

It was an overwhelming feeling, both shocking and humiliating. I could feel the pulsing of his cock in my throat, the warmth spreading through my mouth. But I knew my place, and I didn't dare stop. I continued to suck and lick, desperate to please James and be a good cockwife.

I continue to deepthroat James's cock, my head bobbing up and down on his lap like a dog. James grabs my hair and pulls it back into a bun before violently slamming my head down onto his cock. "Take it, you filthy cockwife," he growls as his cock glides down my throat and hits the back of it hard. I can feel the intense pain radiating through my throat and chest. It feels like my throat is being stretched to its limit, and I can hardly breathe. Every time he slams my head down and forces his cock deeper, I can feel myself gagging and choking.