Ritual Breaking Suburban Wives Comp

"You'll love this, slut" the Matriarch said to me conspiratorially. "Gerald lives to break new meat in. You're in good hands."

I'd known Gerald for years, but wasn't sure I'd ever spoken with him. He and Anass were a constant presence at school functions. I'd certainly never entertained the notion of fucking him. I was now, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Gerald grabbed my hair, and tilted my head up slightly. This made me move my eyes up from his cock up to his eyes.

"Obey my commands, or you get the strap.", Gerald said. "If you know what's good for you, you'll agree you've already had enough of that tonight."

Gerald laid his things down and got to work on me. He removed the ball-gag harness first. I started to say something, but he gripped my jaw.

"Slaves only speak when spoken to."

Got it. Message received. Gerald then uncuffed my wrists and ankles from the spreader bar. He helped me pull my arms up so I could get up on my elbows. He then did a quick massage of some muscles in my arms and legs. I have to admit, it felt good. Gerald knew what he was doing. He picked up his things and stepped back.

"On your knees, with your cheek on the floor facing my foot. Hands up in back for cuffing."

Oh God. I slowly worked my way off that table. My muscles weren't as sore and stiff as they would have been without Gerald's ministrations, but it was still a hard slog. And my ass felt like it was on fire. But I dutifully tried to remember his commands. Gerald was so specific. I got down on my knees, lowered my cheek to the floor, and put my hands together behind my back. Gerald stepped up, with his foot right in front of my face.

"Lick."

Oh. My. God. He wanted his foot licked? Seriously? Ewwwww. No way I would ever do something so gross. No way!

So what was my tongue doing out of my mouth then? I actually stuck it out and...and...tasted his foot. It tasted exactly like I expected it to taste, like a foot.

"Better than that, cunt. Lick."

Ok, then. I'd had my taste. I guess I knew what I was in for here. So I started licking, in a slow, steady rhythm. Gerald didn't say anything, which meant I must be doing something right. After about a minute of nothing but licking his foot, Gerald leaned down. While I licked, I felt my wrists being cuffed. Then my hair was pulled up.

"Rise."

I struggled to rise fast enough from off the floor and then off my knees and onto my feet as Gerald pulled me up by the hair. It felt rough, and brutal. Once I was standing straight up, he leashed my collar. Then he knelt in front of me. He put matching black leather cuffs around my ankles, and fastened a thin, short chain between them. Then he stood up and looked me in the eye. He was a good inch-and-a-half taller than me. Not as tall as the Matriarch, but tall enough. Gerald gave me a thin, cruel smile, pulled the leash taught, turned around, and started walking. I struggled to keep up with him, with my hands cuffed together in back and the ankle chain severely limiting my step-length. I prayed I wouldn't trip and fall.

I had to navigate the steps from the living room down into the lower level very carefully. It wasn't easy with my ankles chained. Gerald kept the pace slow, and looked ready to catch me if I stumbled. Thank God I didn't. Once down there, I could see why the lower level was undoubtedly kept off-limits from most visitors. It was constructed as a long corridor that went the length of the house. Rows of sizable makeshift cubicles lined both sides, partitioned off from each other. It reminded me of a hospital. There were two gym-style tiled showers together at the end of the corridor. Not an average sight by any means in a suburban home.

As Gerald led me down the corridor, I glanced to the cubicle on my left. The curtain was open. Anass was on a floor-pad on her knees, dutifully sucking Trevor off. He held her leash in his hand, and turned his head to smile at me. The cubicle was wide enough to have a bed along the wall behind them. A small table held an array of toys and implements. I didn't know what they were all for...yet.

Gerald pulled me down the corridor and into a cubicle. As I stood facing the bed, he pulled the curtain closed behind us. He probably figured that a little modesty for my first time wouldn't be such a bad thing. As I gazed at the bed, I felt my ankle chain unclipped. Then his hand caressed my ankle down there. It felt weird to have someone besides Dave's hands on me, but I had entertained the idea of an affair, so I guess it was something I'd been open to. Gerald gently and slowly worked his way up my legs with both hands as he rose up from his knees behind me. I cannot lie. It was very arousing.

My hands were then un-cuffed.

"Hands behind your head."

I did what he said, and put my hands behind my head. I felt something wet spread across and rubbed onto my ass.

"This is a cream to soothe your ass after your punishment."

Gerald took his time kneading it into my ass. I have to admit, it felt good. I closed my eyes and drifted into a space of pure feeling as Gerald's hands spread around to explore my body. He kept one hand on an ass cheek while the other wandered around and then up my stomach to trace around a breast. He then gently took the breast in hand to squeeze and fondle while pushing into me. I could feel his perfectly erect cock press from between my ass cheeks up to my lower back.

"Do you have what it takes to be a good slave for me?"

"I...I hope so, Master."

"Good. I have a feeling I'm going to introduce you to one or two new things, and push some limits. My advice is to just go with it. If you're the kind of woman I think you are, I think you'll end up enjoying it. But if it really is too much for you, I will honor your safeword."

"I...I don't know what my safeword is, Master. Only Dave knows it."

"Your safeword with me is red. But remember, if you use it, then this isn't for you, and you have to go."

"Yes sir. Are we going to fuck in here?"

Gerald moved the hand on my ass down into the crack, and then ran it along my butthole and cunt. It was the first time he'd touched me down there. He penetrated my vagina with a finger. It was gentle. Just the fingertip at first. Then he slowly pushed it in. While he was doing this, his other hand went up from my breast to caress my neck. I was feeling something amazing. I didn't know what it was, but it was powerful. I moaned.

Gerald removed his finger from my cunt and brought it up in front of my face.

"Good, nice and wet."

Gerald pressed the finger against my lips. I took it in my mouth and licked it clean for him. Yep, I was wet down there all right. But I didn't need to taste it off his finger to tell him that.

Gerald gently pushed me to the bed and guided me down onto it. I was on my hands and knees. I turned my head to try and get a look at what he was doing. Gerald took a bottle off the table, squeezed some clear gel on his hand, and then rubbed it all over his cock. He then got on top of me and straddled my body. My God, I was about to be fucked by another man!

Gerald's body pressed into mine as his hands wandered and squeezed. He tilted my head back and pushed my hair to the side to bite my neck. His mouth spread wide open as if to devour me, but he barely bit down hard enough to leave any teeth marks. Luckily, the AC was on down here, because I was really starting to heat up.

I felt the weight of his body lift off me as he balanced to my side on one leg. I wasn't sure what that was for at first, but then I realized with a start that it was for access. His hand caressed my ass, and then a finger pressed into my asshole.

Wait, my asshole? What the fuck!?!

I turned my head quickly to ask him what the hell was going on, but he gripped my jaw to shut me up.

"Don't make me gag you. I have more than enough choices for that on the table, and would enjoy trying them all on you. Is that what you want?"

I shook my head no.

"Good. That's the sensible choice. You know what this finger is for, don't you?"

I nodded my head.

"That's right. I'm preparing your ass for a fucking. I'm guessing this is your first time, too."

I nodded my head again.

"Good, I was hoping it was. There's nothing I enjoy more than helping a woman become a good slave by taking her ass for the first time. Don't worry. It'll hurt a little bit at first, but then you'll get used to the feeling of my cock back there. After a few times, you'll start to crave the feeling. Right now, relax. Concentrate on your breathing. You want this finger to just ease right in."

I did as he said and tried to relax. My breathing went from near-hyperventilation down to deep, even breaths. Gerald just held the end of his finger at the entrance to my asshole until my breathing started to regulate. Then as my body relaxed, I felt the tip of his finger slide in.

"You're doing great. We're off to a good start here, little whore."

I grunted a little as his finger slid in even further.

" Remember, you're here to be a dominated woman. This is part of it. A woman serving a master needs to know her place. A good whipping was the first step. It taught you your place under the Matriarch. This is the next step. Your ass needs to be taken by a master's cock. "

My sphincter muscles were relaxing. He was slowly finger-fucking me now. Then he stretched me further with a second finger.

"Good. We're ready."

The fingers were removed from my ass. I felt Gerald's body move back over me and then...his cock! I felt it press against my asshole. Oh no, it's too big! It'll never fit! I started to protest, but Gerald gripped my hair hard before pressing his cock in any further.

"You can scream all you want. Matter of fact, the more you scream, the more I like it. But unless I hear that safeword, this is going in."

I buried my head in the bed and screamed into it as Gerald used the weight of his body to press his cock into my ass. It was slow, thank God, and he had used plenty of lubricant on his cock and fingers. But this was all so new and scary. Dave and I had always had an unspoken agreement that my ass was off-limits. I'm not sure if that was due to me, or because Dave just wasn't interested back there.

Gerald got the tip in, and then he stopped. He waited a few moments, pulled back out, and slowly shoved the tip back in. He then took his time to work his cock slowly up my ass while my sphincter muscles stretched to accommodate him. I felt his body over mine, and his heavy breathing on my neck. When he got it in all the way, he stopped moving, and let my ass get used to the feeling of being filled.

"You're doing great, slave. Absolutely great. I'll ask you again, do you want to use your safeword?"

I shook my head no. I then felt the weight of Gerald's body lift off me as that cock filling my ass was pulled out. Then it pushed back in, again very slowly, until his body was pressing down on me and his cock was in all the way again.

"Ohhhhhhh...", I moaned. This was such a strange, new, overpowering sensation.

"There is nothing like this, slave. One of the best feelings a man can have is the first full penetration and first slow pump of a woman's ass."

He held it there again for a moment, pressing into my body, and then I felt it pull out again.

"Time to fuck, now."

Gerald started fucking my ass. Very, very slowly at first. But then each penetration was a little faster than the one before. There was some pain at first, sure. But it was subsiding. An urge to be fucked was now replacing it. My feelings were all over the place. I felt so sexy, so wanted, so used, a bit degraded to surrender myself like this to another man. Another unexpected benefit was that having my ass fucked was the exact thing I needed after being whipped. It felt like the release my ass had needed that I hadn't even realized existed.

Gerald varied his approach as he fucked me. He pounded me like a machine, then eased up nice and slow, and then back to pounding. He rose up on his feet to use gravity to help pound into me, and laid down, covering my body with his, as his hands wandered everywhere. He pulled my hair, kneaded my breasts, and used my shoulders and hips for balance, and things like that. My clit really liked it when he reached under to give it a little attention, but that didn't last. Would I not be allowed to come?

As we fucked, I heard sounds all around me. As masters chose slaves upstairs, they brought them down to fill up the cubicles. I heard footsteps, commands uttered and curtains pulled closed. Eventually, those sounds stopped, to be replaced by other sounds. Apparently, by the sounds of leather and open hands slapping bottoms, some of the masters hadn't gotten their fill by the whipping upstairs. These sounds eventually died down, to be replaced by the sounds of fucking. The sound of skin on skin as bodies slammed into each other. Moans, grunts, dirty talk, screaming orgasms.

You could smell it too. Luckily, the AC filtration system was pretty good down here, but there was still so much sweat in the air. I was literally in a fuck-a-torium. One thing I hadn't even thought to account for when we started was the peculiar smell that came with anal sex. Luckily, I'd had a pretty good shit that morning, and hadn't eaten anything like spicy Mexican or Thai food lately. So I'm sure the smell could have been really bad back there if I had. Gerald wasn't complaining, so I assumed my ass was fairly clean back there. I was relieved, since I hadn't thought to clean it. I guess no one suggested it because a new slave wasn't supposed to be expecting her ass violated. But no matter how clean it was back there, it unleashed a new smell of sex I'd never encountered before. It wasn't unpleasant, just different, enhanced by my sweaty, unwashed body. I wonder why Gerald hadn't showered me off in one of those showers first?

From the collective scent the room was taking on, butt-fucking was a popular activity down here. The sounds were starting to escalate, and some of them were uncomfortably familiar. My best friend Margie, whom I'd known for decades, was screaming her lungs out to have her ass fucked, faster and deeper. Other voices were familiar too, but I'd never heard them this way. Some were muffled. Gagged, I found out later. This was a new facet to suburbia that I'd never dreamed existed.

I settled into the rhythms as Gerald continued to fuck me. I was finding that I liked it. It was a turn-on like I'd never experienced before, to be used by a man in this way. Maybe I'd always been a closet submissive without realizing it. The sheer animal...Oh God, I really wanted to come.

"I've always wondered what it would feel like to pound your ass. Anass has wondered what you're like too. She would have loved to watch if she wasn't taking it from another master. Tomorrow night I'm going to give her what she wants. She'll be dying of curiosity. I'll tie her to a chair and tell her every single little detail about tonight while I bring her off with a vibrator. Every sound you make, the way you twitch every muscle, how you licked my feet, how you looked as you marched in the ankle cuffs, and the look on your face when you were ordered to lick your master's cock clean."

Wait, what!?!

The fucking suddenly intensified. Gerald started grunting in rhythm, and the rhythm sped up. I felt like I was going to be fucked into the next wall, until...

"Uhhhhhhhh.....ghhhhhh!"

Gerald stopped fucking and held me so tight as he pushed in as far as he could. He came inside me. I couldn't feel it the way I could feel it in my vagina, but I knew. The way he came was so different than my husbands. So savage, so animalistic. After that initial orgasm, he pulled out and pushed back in a few times, and then collapsed on top of me. I could feel his heart beating like the proverbial jackhammer. Mine was too. I'd been used, and I really did like it.

Gerald was now a sweaty mess like me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and got off the bed, and stood up. He grabbed me by the hair and leash and guided me to turn around so that his cock was right in front of my face.

"Remember what I said, slave. This cock needs to be cleaned."

Oh Jesus Christ. This was a new low, right? Even by tonight's standards of debasement. Oh well, I didn't see any choice in the matter at this point. The time for the safeword had long since left the station.

I opened my mouth, and Gerald just shoved that cock right in, holding my head in place by the hair and leash. Ewwwww, I couldn't believe I was tasting my own ass on his cock. Ugh!

"Don't just taste it, slave. Clean it. You know what that tongue is for."

If I hadn't before, I sure did now. I wrapped my tongue around it. Gerald held me by the hair and leash and worked his cock in and out so I could lick it completely clean. It was just indescribably horrible. Not sexy in the least. Yet that just turned me on even more. What the fuck was wrong with me? Oh God, was that my own shit I just licked off? Best not to think about it. I wondered if everyone woman down here had licked her own ass off Gerald's cock before. Probably had.

After what seemed like forever, his cock was licked to his satisfaction, and he pulled it out completely. You don't want to know what kind of taste I had in my mouth, or what my body smelled like after the entire night's ordeal, for that matter. At least something was going to be done about that now.

"You've been a such good whore for me tonight. Born to serve on your hands and knees. I can tell you, I've fucked a lot of women in the ass in my time, and for many of them it was their first. But tonight was special. I came so hard, because you're a good slave and a great fuck. Now it's time to shower you off."

Gerald guided me off the bed an onto my hands and knees. He pulled the leash and started leading me out of the cubicle to the showers. I was so revved up, that what I really wanted to do was come, despite the disgusting state of my body. Why didn't I rate that after all this? Maybe it was all part of the master/slave dynamic. Oh well, if I couldn't come, a shower to wash the grime of sex & punishment off me would be the next best thing. I needed some mouthwash something fierce as well.

Chapter 4: Ahhh, shower at last...Wait, that's not the right color water!

I had some time to reflect on the current state of Brooke as I was led on my hands and knees from a cubicle to a pair of shower stalls at the end of a long corridor. Earlier that day, I'd never so much as been spanked on my bottom. But that night, I was spread and cuffed with six other naked suburban wives in a row on a long table, and cruelly whipped by the Matriarch who owns this house, while our husbands watched. After that painful and humiliating experience of punishment by hard leather strap, I was leashed by Gerald. After licking my new master's foot like a good slave, he led me down to the bottom floor of this long ranch house to rows of cubicles along a corridor set up for masters to use their slaves in. I'm still not sure if my very first ass-fucking by Gerald was amazing or degrading. I didn't even get to come, but I got to lick the taste of my ass off Gerald's dick after he'd came. No, you don't want to know what the taste in my mouth is like now.

If you thought that I was a dirty, sweaty, horrible mess of whipped suburban fuck-meat after all that, you'd be right. I needed a shower more than I ever had in my entire life. I also needed to come really badly too. I'm not sure which I wanted more. The Matriarch seemed to have me all figured out when she suggested this would be right for me. I had never felt more used, degraded and humiliated before tonight...or more turned on! After taking my ass and cleaning his cock in my mouth, Gerald stood to drain an entire bottle of water. Then he guided me down on to the floor on all fours like an animal. He reached up to the table. I couldn't see what was up there from my position on the floor, but I remembered getting a quick glimpse of a whole bunch of sinister looking toys.