Becoming Mrs. Cockwife Pt. 07

The day after the wedding

I slowly opened my eyes and let out a groan as I realized I had spent my wedding night alone in bed, covered in dried cum and piss. The smell was unbearable, and I almost wanted to puke. I tried to move my arms, but they were stuck to the sheets due to the dried-up fluids. I felt disgusted and humiliated as I realized that this was my life now.

I peeled myself off the sheets, trying to ignore the stickiness of the cum and piss on my skin. I made my way to the bathroom, hoping to get rid of the smell that was emanating from me. As I stepped into the shower, the hot water stinging my skin, I couldn't help but think how degrading it was to be James's cockwife.

"I can't believe this is my life now," I muttered to myself as I scrubbed my body vigorously, trying to get rid of the stench. "What have I gotten myself into?" I thought back to the moment when James had proposed to me, asking me to marry his cock instead of him. It was a ridiculous proposition, but I had no other choice. I needed the money and a way out of poverty.

I closed my eyes, letting the hot water wash away the filth on my skin. I couldn't help but feel used and worthless. But I had no other option but to accept my fate and remain submissive to James and his cock.

"I am nothing but a piece of meat to be used and thrown away," I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face. "I have lost all dignity and self-respect."

I stepped out of the shower, feeling a little bit cleaner but still disgusted by the events of the previous night. As I looked at myself in the mirror, the disgust turned into anger. Anger towards James for treating me like a sex object, towards his family for humiliating me, and towards myself for allowing this to happen.

I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling frustrated that even after a long shower, the smell of James's cum and piss still lingered on my skin. I realized that I needed to use a hard scrubber to remove the smell.

I grabbed a loofah and began to scrub my face and neck, trying to remove any trace of James's fluids. The roughness of the loofah felt like punishment for marrying James's cock, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed. My mind was filled with self-doubt, and I questioned my decision to marry a cock.

As I continued to scrub my body with the loofah, I moved down to my breasts, making sure to scrub every crevice, trying to get rid of any hint of James's cum. I felt dirty and used, and as I moved down to my hips and thighs, the humiliation overwhelmed me.

I scrubbed my ass and inner thighs, trying to get rid of the smell that had now embedded itself into my skin. I felt violated, and the roughness of the scrubber felt like an assault on my body. I wondered if this was my life now, a life of degradation and humiliation.

But then, I remembered why I had agreed to marry James's cock. I needed the money and the stability that came with being a part of his family. And if that meant being submissive and degraded, then so be it.

With renewed determination, I continued to scrub my body, determined to remove every last trace of James's cum and piss. And as I stepped out of the shower, I felt a sense of accomplishment. I may have lost my dignity and self-respect, but I had gained something else- power. The power to use James for my own gain, and the power to emerge from this situation a stronger, more independent woman.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of pride. "I am Nisha Cockwife," I thought to myself. "And I will not let anyone break me."

As I continued to wash my hair, I couldn't help but replay the events of my wedding day in my mind. The humiliation and degradation were overwhelming, but the memory that stood out the most was when James put my head inside the toilet and made me drink his piss. I still couldn't believe that I had allowed myself to be treated that way.

I closed my eyes as I scrubbed my hair, trying to get rid of any trace of James's piss and the toilet water. The smell was still there, even after several rounds of shampoo and conditioner. I felt helpless and resigned to my fate as James's cockwife, someone who had to endure these kinds of degrading acts.

I thought about my long, black hair, drenched in James's piss and water from the toilet. It was a disgusting image, yet I couldn't help but feel aroused by the thought of it. The humiliation had awakened something inside of me, something that I didn't know existed.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror, my wet hair plastered to my face. I saw a woman who had lost everything, her dignity, and self-respect, in exchange for money and a luxurious lifestyle. But I also saw a woman who was determined to survive, to make the best of her situation, and come out stronger on the other side.

I stayed in the shower for a little while longer, letting the water cleanse my body and my mind. I knew that the days ahead were going to be tough, but I was ready to face them head-on. I had to learn to live with my new status as a cockwife, but that didn't mean I had to let it define me.

As I turned off the shower and stepped out, I felt a renewed sense of determination and strength. I walked out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

I had just finished taking a refreshing shower, the water droplets still glistening on my skin as I step out of the bathroom. I reach for a fluffy white towel and start drying myself off. The towel brushes against my nipples making them harden, and I can feel the fabric brushing against my clit as I dry off between my legs. I wrap the towel around my hair and make my way to the kitchen.

As I enter the kitchen, I feel a chill run down my spine, my naked body exposed to the cool air. I walk over to the fridge and grab some ingredients to make pancakes and coffee. I move around the kitchen with a sense of familiarity, grabbing a bowl, whisk, flour, eggs and milk. I start preparing the pancake batter, my boobs moving and swaying with each movement. I can feel the cool air brushing against my nipples, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

Next, I start making coffee. I grind the coffee beans and let the aroma fill the air. I pour hot water over the grinds and wait for the coffee to brew. I let out a sigh as I take a sip of the hot coffee, feeling the warmth spread throughout my body.

I plate up my pancakes and sit down at the dining table, sipping my coffee. I feel exposed and vulnerable, sitting there naked in the open space. I try to shake off the feeling and focus on my breakfast. As I eat, I can feel the pancake crumbs falling onto my bare chest and lap. I brush them off nonchalantly, feeling slightly embarrassed that I am such a messy eater.

I finish my breakfast and clean up the kitchen. As I walk past the mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself and feel a pang of shame. I am just a mere cockwife, living only to serve my husband's cock. But I resign myself to my fate and continue with my day, ready to serve James's cock in any way he desires.

I was sitting on the couch, my legs spread open and my hands resting on the soft fabric. I was still in a daze after everything that had happened at my wedding yesterday. My hair was slightly disheveled with strands falling over my bare shoulders. I had a remote in my hand and was mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV.

I was watching an episode of 'Desperate Housewives' and the drama on the show seemed to be a welcome distraction. I watched as the characters on the show navigated complex relationships and dealt with their own insecurities and dramas. It made me realize how much I wanted that kind of life, but I knew that it was impossible now that I was married to James's cock.

My body was still sore from all the physical exertion at my wedding. My clit was still swollen and aching from the clit jewelry I had worn. Sometimes I wished I had never agreed to marry James's cock, but I knew I did it for the money. And now I was stuck in this life, a life where I was nothing more than a submissive and obedient cockwife.

I sat naked on the couch the day after my lavish wedding, still in awe of everything that had happened. I was scrolling through my phone when it rang. I picked it up and saw that it was James's mother calling.

"Hey, Mrs. Smith. How are you doing today?" I answered the phone, trying to sound as polite and respectful as possible.

"I'm doing well, Nisha. How are you doing? I hope my son hasn't been too rough on you." She spoke in a condescending tone, making me feel small and insignificant.

"I'm doing okay," I replied, trying to ignore her previous comment. "Just taking it all in after yesterday's event."

"Yes, it was quite the show, wasn't it?" She chuckled softly. "Listen, Nisha, I wanted to talk to you about something. I had some custom jewellery made for you as a wedding gift."

My eyes widened at her words. I had always loved jewellery, and the thought of receiving expensive custom-made pieces made my heart race.

"Wow, that's amazing. Thank you so much, Mrs. Smith. I'm so grateful," I exclaimed.

"I'm glad to hear that you're excited. But you need to come and get them. Head over to our favourite jewellery shop, and make sure to stay naked. Don't forget that you're a cockwife now."

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as she said that, but I knew I had to comply. I was still shocked that I had married James's cock, and the thought of having to stay naked forever was daunting. But I had made my bed, and now I had to lay in it.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Smith. I'll be there as soon as possible," I responded, trying to hide my discomfort.

"Good. Glad to hear it. Now I have to go. Talk to you later, Nisha."

And with that, she hung up the phone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I knew that my life had changed forever, and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I began to apply my makeup. I had to look my best since James's mother had asked me to pick up some custom jewelry that she had made for me. I wanted to make sure that I looked perfect and pleasing for her. I called the driver and asked him to wait for me downstairs.

I walked towards the elevator and pressed the button. When the elevator doors opened, I saw a family and a couple already inside it. They looked at me with their jaws wide open and I could sense the judgemental looks they were giving me. I felt humiliated and degraded, standing naked in front of these strangers.

The family whispered to each other, "Is that a naked woman?"

The gentleman in the couple asked me, "Why are you naked? Don't you have any shame?"

I didn't answer and just stood there, feeling embarrassed. The lady in the couple said, "I can't believe you would do this in a public place. Have some decency!"

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I didn't want to show them how much their words affected me. Finally the elevator doors opened and I stepped out, grateful to escape from the judgemental stares of strangers. I quickly walked towards the car waiting for me outside and got in, feeling relieved to finally be alone.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator, completely naked. I wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to cover up as much as possible, but it didn't help much. I walked through the lobby, trying to ignore the stares and hushed whispers of people around me.

As I reached the apartment lobby, the receptionist greeted me with a smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Cockwife. Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.

"I'm just heading out to pick up some jewellery from James's mother," I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

She nodded and pressed the button to call the car for me. "Your car is waiting outside, ma'am. Have a good day," she said with a smile.

I stepped outside as people looked at me. I walked quickly towards the car, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. As I got into the back seat, I could feel the driver's eyes on me, checking out my naked body.

"Where to, Mrs. Cockwife?" the driver asked, glancing at me in the rear-view mirror.

"We're heading to James's mother's favourite jewellery store," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Got it," he said, starting the car and driving out of the apartment complex. People were honking at the car as they saw a naked woman sitting in the back seat. I looked out the window, feeling humiliated and degraded as I was on display for anyone who cared to look.

I tried to focus on anything other than my nakedness, but it was impossible. Every movement of the car made my breasts and buttocks jiggle, and I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed with embarrassment.

I just wanted to get out of the car and get the jewellery so I could go back to my apartment and hide from the world. But for now, I was at the mercy of James's mother's whims.

I was sitting on the backseat of the car, completely naked. The seat was cold against my bare skin, and I tried to keep my legs crossed, covering my womanhood as much as possible. But with every bump on the road, my legs would involuntarily open up a little, exposing my nakedness to the world.

As the car drove through the crowded city traffic, people on the road would take a peek inside the car, staring at my naked body with shock and awe. Some would immediately look away, while others would stare for longer, their eyes glued to my breasts or my folded legs. I could hear some of them whispering to their friends, giggling at the sight of me.

I felt so exposed and vulnerable, like everyone was looking at me and judging me for being a whore. I could feel my face turning hot with shame, but there was nothing I could do to cover myself up. James's mother had made it clear that I had to be naked at all times, and I didn't want to displease her.

I looked out the window, trying to distract myself from the leering eyes of the strangers on the street. I wondered what they were thinking about me, whether they pitied me or laughed at me. I felt like a circus animal on display, and there was nothing I could do to escape.

I tried to remind myself that this was all for the money, that I had to endure this humiliation for the sake of my future. But in that moment, all I could feel was the shame and degradation of being a naked cockwife on display for the world to see.

As the car made its way through the congested city streets, I could see the surprise and disbelief in the faces of the people who caught a glimpse of me. Some of them laughed and pointed, while others simply looked away in embarrassment.

It was a strange feeling, being stared at by so many people. I had never felt this exposed before, and it made me feel more vulnerable than ever. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal at the thought of being naked and on display.

As we stopped at a red light, a group of young men passing by caught sight of me and started whistling and catcalling. I could feel my face turning bright red with embarrassment, but I couldn't help but feel a little thrill at their attention.

"Hey there, sexy! Wanna come party with us?" one of them shouted, as the others laughed and jeered.

I looked away quickly, trying to hide my nakedness as much as possible. But it was no use - I was completely exposed, and there was nothing I could do to escape their attention.

As the light turned green and we started moving again, I could see a group of schoolgirls staring at me in shock through the window of their bus. They were whispering and giggling, and I could feel their eyes on my naked body as we passed by.

It was a strange and surreal experience, being so exposed and vulnerable in public. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at the thought of being on display like this. It was like a secret part of me was reveling in the humiliation and degradation, even as I felt the shame of being a naked cockwife.

As I sit naked in the backseat of the car, my mind races with a million thoughts. I'm nervous and self-conscious about being seen by people, but I know I have no other choice. James's mother has insisted on custom jewellery for me and I need to pick it up from the store.

The car finally arrives at the mall and I see a lot of people walking around outside. The driver parks the car near the entrance and turns to me. "Okay, it's time for you to get out now," he says. My heart races as I hesitate for a moment, but then I slowly open the car door and step out onto the pavement.

I feel extremely self-conscious and naked as I stand outside the mall gate. People are staring at me and some are even taking pictures. "What the hell is that?" someone says as they walk by. "Is that a naked woman?" Another person whispers, "She must be a prostitute or something."

I can feel my face flush with embarrassment as I try to ignore the stares and head towards the jewellery store. As I walk, I hear someone shout, "Hey, look at that naked chick!" and I feel even more exposed. But I try to maintain my composure and remind myself that this is just part of my life now.

As I walked through the busy mall, my naked body on display for everyone to see, I felt a mix of humiliation and excitement. People were staring at me, some with disgust while others with interest. It was like they had never seen a naked woman before, let alone one walking around in a public place.

I heard the whispers and comments as I passed by, "Oh my god, is she naked?" "What the hell is she doing?" "She must be an exhibitionist." "I can't believe they allow this kind of thing." Some people pointed and laughed, while others covered their children's eyes, shielding them from the sight of my nude body.

Despite the attention, I tried to keep my head held high and walk with confidence. I was doing this for James's mother, after all. She had made me a special piece of jewellery and I had to pick it up from the store she had specified. Still, the looks and comments were hard to ignore.

As I approached the jewellery store, I could feel my heart racing. What would the staff think of me? Would they be disgusted too? Would they refuse to serve me because I was naked?

But I knew I had to push those thoughts aside. I was a cockwife now, and I had to do whatever was asked of me. So with a deep breath, I pushed open the door of the jewellery store and stepped inside, my naked body still on full display.

As I walked into the mall, I felt everyone's eyes on me as I was naked as expected. I walked towards the jewellery store and a guard stopped me at the entrance.

"No naked whores allowed in here. Get out!" he shouted at me.

I was taken aback by his words and felt a lump form in my throat as I tried to hold back my tears.

Just then, one of the employees of the jewellery store came rushing towards us and asked the guard what was going on.

"There's a naked whore trying to enter," the guard said, pointing at me.

The employee looked at me and asked me my name.

"Nisha," I replied nervously.

"Full name?" she asked.

"Nisha Cockwife," I replied, feeling embarrassed as everyone within earshot heard my response.

"Ah, yes. We have an appointment for a Mrs. Cockwife. Please let her in," she said to the guard.

The guard hesitated for a moment before reluctantly stepping aside and allowing me to enter the store.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I walked into the store and saw the beautiful displays of jewellery. The employee who had helped me earlier led me to where James's mother was waiting for me.

"Ah, Mrs. Cockwife. I see you've finally arrived," she said, looking me up and down.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame as she examined my naked body.

"I've made some custom jewellery for you to wear as a sign of your new status as a cockwife," she said, showing me a tray of jewellery.