Becoming Mrs. Cockwife Pt. 06

I feel tears streaming down my face, but I do not dare to cry out. Instead, I press my lips around his cock as hard as I can, trying to make it easier for him to thrust himself down my throat. But he continues slamming my head down harder and harder, causing me to moan in pain and agony.

"Come on, you worthless whore," James grunts, "I know you can take more." He slams my head down again, and this time I can feel my eyes bulge as his cock hits the back of my throat with a force I cannot bear. I feel like my throat is being torn apart by his cock, and I can barely catch my breath.

I try to focus on my breathing, taking shallow gasps of air in between each thrust of his cock. But the pain is too much to bear, and I can feel myself starting to black out. Every time he slams my head down, I can feel the blood rushing to my head, making me dizzy and disoriented.

I keep deepthroating him, trying my best to endure the pain and the constant abuse. Every time he slams my head down, I feel like I'm being punished for something I don't even understand. But in some twisted way, I also feel like I'm being rewarded for my submission and obedience.

I keep deepthroating him, tears streaming down my face, as James continues to slam my head down onto his cock, using me for his own pleasure and satisfaction.

"You filthy piece of meat, you're nothing but a cockwife to my dick," James sneers, yanking on my hair and forcing me to go even deeper. I can feel myself choking as his cock hits the back of my throat, but I dare not resist. I am nothing but a pathetic whore, a toy for James and his cock to use and abuse.

I feel the pain radiating through my entire body, as James continues to thrust his cock down my throat with brutal force. My eyes are watering and my makeup is ruined from the tears, but I am lost in my submission to James and his cock. I try to make it easier for him by swallowing, but it only seems to make things worse.

I feel like I'm suffocating, with every thrust of his cock slamming me down onto the ground, crushing my face and causing me immense pain. "Good little cockwife," James grunts, "Take it all. Take all my cock down your worthless fucking throat."

I can hardly think, my entire world consumed by the overwhelming pain and pleasure of James's cock. It's like I'm living in a twisted nightmare, but I know that I can never escape. This is my fate, to be nothing but a sex toy, a cockwife to James's dick.

And so I keep deepthroating him, my head bobbing up and down on his lap as he uses me for his own pleasure. I am nothing but a tool, a worthless whore, but it's all I can do to endure the pain and the abuse.

I can feel James's cock deep in my mouth, forcing its way down my throat. My eyes are watering as I try to breathe through my nose. He's holding my hair tightly, controlling the movement of my head. I feel like I'm being suffocated as he holds his cock deep in my throat.

"I want you to keep it there for a whole minute," he commands, his voice cold and demanding.

I try to nod, but his grip on my hair is too strong. I can feel my throat contracting, trying to push his cock out, but he's not budging. I feel helpless and degraded as he continues to use me like a toy.

My mouth and throat feel raw as he holds his cock deep inside me. I try to focus on breathing through my nose, but it's getting harder and harder as time goes on. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, and I know he's getting close to cumming.

Suddenly, his cock twitches and I feel his warm cum shooting down my throat. I gag and gasp as it hits the back of my throat. The taste is bitter and salty, but I force myself to swallow it down.

I feel his cum travelling down my throat and into my stomach, leaving me feeling violated and humiliated. I know that this is what I signed up for, but it doesn't make it any easier to bear.

As James's warm cum shoots down my throat, I can feel it slowly making its way down my esophagus towards my stomach. I try to swallow as best I can, but my throat is still being held open by James's cock. I feel the sticky fluid filling up my mouth and dripping down onto my chin.

I feel both physically and emotionally degraded as I'm forced to take James's load down my throat. My eyes are watering as I try to breathe through my nose, but it's hard to focus on anything except the feeling of his cock inside me.

As the last few spurts of cum dribble out of James's cock and slide down my throat, I feel a sense of relief that it's over. I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the taste of his cum in my mouth.

James pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I gasp for air as I fall back onto my heels. I look up at him, tears streaming down my cheeks, feeling humiliated and used.

I am on all fours, my neck adorned with a dog collar and my naked body completely submissive to James. His cock is still out, coated with his own cum and I have some on my chin from when he face fucked me. I am stunned and struggle to move as he drags me by my hair, taking me towards the bathroom. I stumble over the carpet and bare furniture as I try to keep pace with him.

"Come on, doggy," James said, pulling on the leash attached to my collar. "We're going to the bathroom so I can wash this filth off of you."

I crawl behind him as he leads me through the halls of his luxurious house. I am completely naked, my hair falling into my face, and my body feeling more exposed than ever before. I start to feel the coldness of the tiles underneath me as we enter another room.

"What a pathetic creature you are," James says, tugging at my hair once more. "Crawling around on the floor like the dog you are. Aren't you glad I gave you this house? At least now, you have a place to call your own."

I am still crawling on all fours, my eyes downcast and my body completely submissive to him. There is no one else in the house except for us, and I feel so alone and helpless.

As James continues to pull me by my hair, I feel utterly humiliated and degraded. I can feel the collar around my neck tightening as he drags me along the floor, my naked body exposed to anyone who may walk in. Finally, we reach the bathroom and James leads me in front of the toilet seat. He tells me to sit with my back to the seat and put my head back so that my hair is inside the toilet bowl.

I hesitate for a moment, feeling disgusted at the thought of my hair being in the dirty toilet water, but I know better than to disobey James. I sit down on the seat and lean my head back, feeling the cold, dirty water against my scalp. I can see the inside of the toilet bowl looming above me, disgusting and repulsive.

James leans in close to me, his face just inches from mine. I can smell the scent of his cologne mixed with the foul odor of the toilet. "Open your mouth," he commands. I do as I'm told, feeling my jaw ache as I stretch it wide. James takes hold of my hair and begins to push my head down further into the bowl, making me gag as the water rises up around me.

I can hear James laughing above me, his amusement at my humiliation evident in his tone. I feel tears stinging my eyes, but I know better than to cry. As a cockwife, I have given up any sense of dignity or self-respect. I am nothing more than a plaything for James and his twisted desires.

Finally, James pulls my head back up, releasing my hair from his grip. I stay there, kneeling naked in front of the toilet, my hair still in the dirty water. I feel utterly degraded and defeated.

I was stunned as I knelt there in front of the toilet, with my head submerged in the dirty water as James held the leash. I couldn't believe what was happening. Then suddenly, I heard James' voice, "Open your mouth, Nisha. I need to go." I did not want to displease him, so I hesitantly opened my mouth as he started to pee.

I could feel the warm stream hitting the back of my throat. It was salty and bitter, and the smell was overpowering. I felt like gagging, but I knew that I couldn't. Then he aimed for my nose, and it trickled down my face. I could feel it on my eyes, in my hair, and all over my face.

The physical sensations were overwhelming. I felt degraded, humiliated, and disgusted. But at the same time, I felt a strange sense of arousal. It was as if my body was betraying me, and I didn't know why.

As he finished, I swallowed the rest of it and kept my eyes down. I felt his hand on my head, and he patted me gently. "Good girl, Nisha. You're doing so well." He said in a condescending tone.

I didn't know what to say. I was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe that I had just drank his urine. I felt like I had lost a part of myself, and I didn't know how to get it back.

I was stunned as I knelt there in front of the toilet, with my head submerged in the dirty water as James held the leash. I couldn't believe what was happening. Then suddenly, I heard James' voice, "Open your mouth, Nisha. I need to go." I did not want to displease him, so I hesitantly opened my mouth as he started to pee.

I could feel the warm stream hitting the back of my throat. It was salty and bitter, and the smell was overpowering. I felt like gagging, but I knew that I couldn't. Then he aimed for my nose, and it trickled down my face. I could feel it on my eyes, in my hair, and all over my face.

The physical sensations were overwhelming. I felt degraded, humiliated, and disgusted. But at the same time, I felt a strange sense of arousal. It was as if my body was betraying me, and I didn't know why.

As I knelt there, with my head submerged in the toilet water and James holding the leash, I felt utterly humiliated and degraded. I could barely comprehend what was happening. I felt so small and powerless, and it seemed like James was in complete control of me.

As he aimed his piss at random parts of my face, my sense of degradation only grew. I could feel the warm urine trickling down my face and into my open mouth. It tasted salty and bitter, and I couldn't help but gag a little bit.

But even as I tried to please him, I couldn't shake the sense of shock and disbelief that I was feeling. It was as if I were watching myself from a distance, unable to believe that this was really happening to me.

In that moment, I felt like I had lost all sense of dignity and self-respect. I was nothing more than a toy for James to play with, and I didn't know if I could ever regain my sense of self-worth.

As James aimed his urine at my forehead, I felt it trickle down my face, over my eyes, and into my hair. It was warm and salty, and I could feel the drops hitting my skin one by one. As he aimed for my eyes, I had to quickly close them, and I could feel the urine running down my cheeks and pooling around my nose.

When he aimed for my nose, it was different. The urine went straight up my nostrils and I could feel it burning as it went in. I couldn't breathe properly, and I had to gasp for air. It was overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in his urine.

I was humiliated beyond belief, and the disgust I felt was almost too much to bear. But at the same time, there was a sense of submission that I couldn't ignore. It was as if I was giving myself fully to him, and he was taking me completely.

I knew that this was only the beginning, and that there would be much more humiliation and degradation to come. But I had to accept my fate and be the obedient wife to James's cock.

As James continued to pee, I could see the dark yellow stream of his urine entering my mouth. It was thick and pungent, with a strong smell of ammonia. I could feel it hitting the back of my throat as I struggled to swallow. I could not believe I was drinking his piss.

The taste was overpowering, and I could feel my stomach turning. I wanted to gag, but I knew that I couldn't. It was as if my body had become used to being degraded by James. I had no self-respect, and I was willing to do anything to please him.

As he finished, I could feel the last drops of his urine trickle down my throat. It was as if a part of him had entered me, and I had become a vessel for his pleasure. I felt dirty and violated, but at the same time, I knew that I had enjoyed it in a perverse way.

As I knelt there in front of him, I could feel the piss inside of me. It was as if his essence had become a part of me, and I didn't know how to get rid of it. I felt degraded and humiliated, but at the same time, I knew that I needed more. I had become addicted to his abuse, and I couldn't help myself.

As James finished peeing in my mouth, I felt a sense of disgust and humiliation wash over me. The bright yellow piss had a strong smell of ammonia and made me feel sick to my stomach. But I knew not to show any signs of discomfort or displeasure. I continued to kneel with my head inside the toilet, feeling the dirty water soak into my hair.

My head was buried inside of the toilet bowl as James peed inside of my mouth and all over my face. The strong smell of ammonia filled my nostrils making me feel more degraded and humiliated. My hair was messy and soaked in the dirty toilet water, as it stuck to my face. I had drunk so much of his cum that my stomach was churning and I felt sick.

As James stood in front of me, he made some funny comments about my appearance, "Mrs. Cockwife, you look absolutely stunning with those piss stains on your face! I think you've found your true calling in life - a human urinal!"

He then asked me to smile, "Come on, Nisha, smile for the camera! Let's take a picture to send to my family and friends. This will be the last picture of your wedding day, and one that you'll remember forever."

I forced a smile, feeling embarrassed and humiliated as my image was captured. James continued to make fun of me, "Look, everyone! It's the newest addition to our family - the human urinal, Mrs. Cockwife!"

James scolded me for not smiling properly and clicked one more picture. "Nisha, I asked you to smile. You know we need to keep up appearances around here. Let's take one more picture, just to make sure we've got a good one."

I forced another smile, feeling degraded and humiliated. I couldn't believe that this was my life now - being a human urinal and a source of entertainment for James and his family.

James continued to make fun of me, "There we go, Nisha! That's the smile we're looking for. You look so beautiful covered in piss and cum. I wonder what my family will think of their newest addition to the family."

I felt so embarrassed and degraded as I knelt there, naked and covered in James' fluids. But I knew that this was my life now, and I had to accept it.

James looked at me and smirked, "You know what, Nisha? I think we should make this your WhatsApp picture for the next year. And when anyone asks, you'll have to tell them it's from your wedding day."

I felt a surge of humiliation wash over me. The thought of anyone who messages me seeing a picture of me covered in piss and cum made me want to cry. But I knew better than to show any sign of weakness in front of James.

"Y-yes, my husband," I replied meekly.

James chuckled, "That's the spirit, Mrs. Cockwife. You're such a good sport, always willing to do whatever it takes to please me. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

I bowed my head, feeling humiliated and degraded. But I had to accept my fate - I was James' human urinal and there was nothing I could do about it.

James chuckled as he pulled up his pants. "Look at you, Nisha. You're such a dirty little cockwife." He held up the leash that was attached to my dog collar and tugged it lightly.

I struggled to stand up, feeling unsteady on my feet. My hair and face were drenched in cum and piss, making me look like a complete mess. James led me to the bathroom mirror, instructing me to look at myself.

As I saw my reflection, I felt a sense of shame and degradation. My face was smeared with cum and piss, and my hair was soaked and matted. "You look so fucking hot like this," James said with a smirk.

I couldn't bring myself to speak, feeling too humiliated to say anything. James continued to make comments about my appearance and how pathetic I looked, but I knew not to respond. I was just a lowly cockwife, meant to be degraded and used at the whim of my husband's desires.

I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was drenched with toilet water and James's piss. I felt disgusting and humiliated. I couldn't believe that this was my life now, being peed on by James and degraded in every way possible. I tried to wash my face, but the smell was strong and even made me gag.

James was standing next to me, snickering at my appearance. "You smell terrible," he said, pinching his nose. "I can't even stand being near you right now."

My heart sank hearing his words, I had no one else to turn to but James. I was completely dependent on him, and he knew it. I needed him to stay with me tonight, but I didn't know how to ask without sounding desperate.

"Please James, don't leave me alone," I said, pleading with him. "I'll do anything you want, just please stay with me."

He just rolled his eyes and walked out, leaving me alone and covered in his piss. I fell to the ground, feeling worthless and pathetic. I couldn't believe that this was my life now, married to a cock and being treated like this.

I was desperate for James to stay with me, so I grabbed onto his feet and begged him to stay. "Please James, please don't go. It's my wedding day, can't you at least stay with me tonight?" I pleaded, holding onto his feet.

He looked down at me and shook his head in disgust. "You're pathetic," he said, trying to pry his feet away from my grasp. "I have better things to do than stay with you tonight, Nisha."

I knew that there was no changing his mind, but I still tried to plead with him. "Please don't leave me alone," I begged. "I'll do anything you want, just please stay with me."

But he had already made up his mind. He pried his feet away from my grasp and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me alone and covered in his piss. I fell to the ground, feeling like the lowest of the low.

I knew that I had no worth in his eyes, and that I was just a means to an end for him. But I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and loneliness wash over me as I lay on the bathroom floor.

As I lay there, I realized that this was my life now. I was married to James's cock, and I had to accept whatever he threw my way. I couldn't help but wonder if this was all worth it, the money, the luxurious apartment, the monthly allowance. Was it worth losing my dignity, my self-respect, and my sense of worth?

I stood alone in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My whole body was covered in piss and cum. My hair was drenched in James's piss, and I could smell the ammonia coming off of me. My eyes were red from all the tears I had shed earlier, but now, I felt numb. Everything that had happened on my wedding day was so humiliating that I couldn't even cry anymore.

"I can't believe I actually walked naked on the wedding aisle in front of everyone. I had to wear that disgusting clit jewellery, and it was so painful. Everyone was staring at me, and I could feel their judgmental eyes on me. But I had no choice. I had to do it to please James and his family."

I looked down at my body, and my mind started to wander. I remembered how James had made me act like his human pet and do tricks for him. He had face fucked me and made me swallow his cum. And then, in the bathroom, he had put my head inside of the toilet and made me drink his piss. He had peed all over my face and hair, and I was drenched in his piss.

"I can't believe he did that to me. He humiliated me in front of his whole family and then left me here, covered in his piss and cum. I feel so worthless and degraded. But what can I do? I'm married to his cock, and that's all I'm good for."