Ritual Breaking Suburban Wives Comp

After screaming and moaning through my ballgag and practically trying to pull my hog-tied wrist & ankle cuffs apart, I finally came one last time. It was epic, and I was done. I just prayed that Gerald was too. He asked me if I'd had enough for one night, and I whimpered pathetically through my gag. God, what a sight I must be. Covered head-to-toe in drying piss with fresh sweat over old sweat and grime. My ass was red from the whipping and it wouldn't shock me if Gerald's cum had dripped out of my ass during this ordeal. Unfortunately, I smelled like I looked, like an especially rank reject from a sex-slave factory. Despite that, Gerald leaned in so close our foreheads touched, and spoke very quietly.

"You've never cum like that before, have you?"

I sure couldn't talk after that ordeal. I just shook my head a little.

"Do you know why?"

I did, but I didn't want to admit it. I don't know what kind of strained sound came out of the ball-gag.

"This is who you are. You didn't know it, but you've been waiting for this your entire life. You're a submissive whore, who needs to be taken and used by a master. You need to be punished with a hard leather strap across your ass. You need to crawl like an animal on a leash and lick your master's feet. You need to debase yourself for your master's pleasure to feel whole. The Matriarch looked into your eyes, and saw this. She knew you better than you knew yourself before tonight. You've found yourself now, here in this sticky shower. You are going to think of how it felt to be marked with my piss every time you cum for the rest of your life now."

He was right, dammit, especially about that last part. I should have been mortified, kneeling in my own piss, covered in someone else's. This was the most degrading experience possible, far more degrading than anything I could ever have imagined. And of course...I was starting to get wet down there all over again just thinking about it.

Gerald stood up. "I think we've taken up this shower long enough. Someone else might like a turn."

And with that, Gerald slowly twisted my head to the side, so I could see...

...Six naked men standing in front of the shower, holding the leashes of six naked women on their knees. They were all staring right at me, and looked like they'd been there long enough to see the whole show I'd just put on for them. They all smiled broadly and broke out into applause.

Yes, it was mortifying. I was now an unpaid porn star. My Husband Dave was among them of course. But I was surprised to see my best friend Margie on the end of his leash. Had he always had a thing for her, or had he chosen her because of familiarity? Did he in fact choose her, or was he assigned to her? However it worked out, it was a given that he must have gotten to know her exceptionally well tonight.

Man, all these women looked better than me right now. They looked like they'd been whipped and fucked, but they didn't look like they'd been put through the wringer. Maybe after they'd spent some time in this shower. But I doubted it. They'd all been through this before, and had come back for more. Dave and I were the only beginners here tonight. Would we be back again? My pussy was saying yes.

Gerald reached back to unstrap my ballgag and pulled it out of my mouth. Someone handed him a bottle of water. He poured it over my head. Than he held a second one and poured it gently down my throat as I drank it. Even with my hands cuffed to my ankles in back, this was a step up from the dog dish. After I'd had enough, Gerald uncuffed my wrists and ankles from the hogtie keeping them in place in the back. He then slowly helped me up onto my feet. My legs were like jelly, probably for more than one reason. He held me very steady, looked into my eyes, and then kissed me deeply.

"It has been my sincere pleasure to train you. I'm now going to leave you to be cleaned off while I shower off in the next stall. Once you're all clean and dry, I'll turn you back over to the Matriarch."

Gerald removed my collar, hugged me tight and kissed me again. Yep, he'd totally need a shower after rubbing against this filthy body. He left, and then two of the slaves got to their feet, Ashley and Victoria. Ashley came into the shower to turn the water on, and handed Victoria a sponge. Ashley and Victoria then gave me a slow, tender, very loving shower as they carefully scrubbed and washed me all over. They even shampooed my hair. It was sort of like a BDSM post-scene spa treatment. I was definitely seeing a new side to Victoria tonight. I'd always thought of her as such a stuck-up bitch at school functions and backyard bar-be-ques. But she was being so tender and sensitive as she cleaned me. I felt guilty now for how much I'd enjoyed listening to her scream under the Matriarch's whip.

Ashley and Victoria dried me off and presented me to Gerald, also freshly showered. Masters were leading their slaves into the two showers now that they were free. I didn't know exactly which kind of showers they had in store. Did all the masters favor the golden kind, or was it a specific kink of certain ones? I bowed my head to Gerald. He put the collar back around my neck and leashed it. I went down on my hands and knees without having to be told, and licked my master's feet. I then felt a gentle tug, and was led back down the corridor towards the door on my hands and knees, like his animal. This felt right to me.

The Matriarch sat upstairs in her living room, in the kind of leather upholstered high-back chair you'd expect from someone dressed in shiny black leather. She nursed a glass of red with her leg draped over an armrest. I guessed it was her relaxation time after practically whipping the shit out of seven mature women earlier. One may get off on that sort of thing, but it is still physically taxing when you do seven in a row, especially considering how much she whipped us all. The Matriarch was talking with Trevor and Anass as we arrived. Anass was still naked, leashed and cuffed, up on her knees on a pad. They had been the first ones done tonight, and were also both freshly showered. Gerald led me right up to the Matriarch.

To recap: She was a heavier woman of about 60, with jet-black dyed hair done up in a 60's style dominatrix bun. The tallest woman by far, with a severe-looking grey streak up the center of her hair. Stomach and ass rounded, but firm. Her arms and legs were more muscle than flab. She worked out, including weights. She was dressed all in shiny black leather.

"Eyes on the floor, slave", Gerald commanded. I did as I was told and kept my head down. All I could see on my hands and knees was the deep mahogany of the hardwood floor and the toe of the Matriarch's boot.

"How did she do, Gerald?", the Matriarch asked.

"Superb, Matriarch, absolutely superb. She really set the bar high for a first timer. Such a good fuck tonight" Apparently, Masters always addressed her as Matriarch when speaking to her. She was at the top of the pecking order, and insisted on this, as I found out later.

"Reallll-lllly". The Matriarch really drew that out. "And you subjected her to your usual pleasures?"

"I wouldn't say we got to all of them. But I believe tonight was her first ass-fucking...Matriarch."

"Oooooohhh, how exciting. I think we all remember our first ass-fucks, don't we Slave Anass?"

"Yes, Matriarch."

"Do you remember your first from my special strap-on, my nice big bitch?"

"Yes, Matriarch, I will never forget that as long as I live."

"And do you still remember the taste of it when you cleaned it up afterwards?"

"A taste that's lingered in my mouth ever since, Matriarch."

Apparently, that was the right answer. Anass was Gerald's wife. She was one of the plumper wives here. Definitely round around the hips, with nice big tits and a very luscious ass. Not unattractive, thanks to her very bronzed Arabic skin. She was also a swinger with Gerald, which I never would have guessed. She always came across as a bit of a square before.

"You didn't mark her in the shower, of course", the Matriarch asked, but it came out more like a statement.

"I thought she'd be up for it, actually, Matriarch", replied Gerald.

"Really. And was she?" The Matriarch sounded surprised.

"I'm not sure I'd say she liked it...at first. Which I of course prefer. But I think it's safe that she learned she really gets off on degradation and humiliation tonight, if the thundering orgasms she had were any indication, Matriarch."

"Oh my!" exclaimed the Matriarch. "You've outdone yourself tonight, Gerald. Went for broke, and came out with gold instead of a safeword. You really can read these suburban whores well."

"I try, Matriarch."

The Matriarch pushed her leather boot down in front of my face.

"Gerald?" commanded the Matriarch. My leash was pulled taut so that I couldn't lower my head.

"Lick on my command. Concentrate on one spot instead of trying to cover your Matriarch's boot. Nice and gentle, until you hear the command to stop."

The leash went slack.

"Lick."

I lowered my head and started licking the Matriarch's boot. I did as commanded, and lightly licked just one spot.

"You're hard again, Gerald. I think we could all enjoy watching her suck you off."

"We could do that, Matriarch. But I thought I might leave her here for you, and find another slave left down below for that sort of thing."

"Me? Do you really think she has the energy for that?"

"Why not find out, Matriarch?"

There were long moments of silence as I licked. The Matriarch must have been weighing things in her head. My world consisted of this tiny spot on her black leather boot as she did that. But the long moment didn't last forever.

"Hand me the leash, Gerald."

Chapter 6: Re-Enter the Matriarch...with Brooke's tongue

"Hand me the leash, Gerald."

Those were the words. The words that launched me into the second half of my descent into the debauchery of absolute submission to some very twisted and sadistic masters. It began with Gerald's response.

"My pleasure, Matriarch."

As I licked the Matriarch's black leather boot on my hands and knees, wearing only a collar, I dimly felt him hand my leash to her. I was now hers for the night.

I should have been disgusted with everything I'd been through that night. But instead, here I was dutifully licking the same small spot on the Matriarch's boot that I'd been commanded to lick. Something had changed inside me tonight. I wasn't sure when it had happened. Had it really been in that shower stall when I was having the strongest orgasms of my life while thoroughly covered in a man's piss? Or when he ass-fucked the shit out of me before that? Or that long table where I was belt-whipped for the first time ever? Maybe it happened the moment the Matriarch put the hood over my head. Or maybe it was that day in her office before all this, when she explained that she was a dominant, and thought I might be a submissive. Maybe she'd seen right through me the moment she laid eyes on me. Amazing what goes through your mind when you're licking a black leather boot like a good little slave.

"Anass", the Matriarch called as she snapped her fingers.

Gerald's wife Anass knelt nearby in front of Trevor, who stood with her leash in his hand. They were both naked, except for Anass' collar. Trevor had claimed her as his slave after the wives' group whipping, as Gerald had claimed me. They had also been the first ones done down below where a corridor of cubicles were set up for masters to fuck their slaves. Trevor unhooked the leash, and Anass crawled over on her hands and knees. She was a bigger woman than me, sort of soft and plump, with dark bronzed skin from her Arabic heritage. She was on the lighter end of the BBW scale. I found out later that she got a lot of exercise on weekends. This seemingly straight, square mom I'd seen for years at school functions was a serious freak. She and Gerald were swingers who lived to fuck different people every weekend. You would never have known it. Anass had always been one of the least flirtatious people I knew.

"Cozy up against this other slave, Anass. It's sexier that way."

Anass scrunched up right beside me and got down to work with her tongue on the Matriarch's other boot. I did my best to concentrate on my licking as I had my first experience rubbing up against another naked woman like this.

Time passed as the Matriarch conversed with Trevor, and then the other masters who wandered up with their well-fucked slaves. We licked. We had not been commanded to stop. We knew there would be penalties if we stopped without a command. The Matriarch shifted in her seat and crossed, uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. We followed like good slaves, keeping our tongues on those same spots. Finally, after I don't know how long, the Matriarch addressed us as masters reverted back to husbands and slaves reverted to wives in preparation for going home. The Matriarch leaned down to caress the back of my neck.

"Listen closely while you lick, Brooke. In gratitude for my leadership, two slaves stay behind for the night to attend to my own needs in private. Anass here is a very experienced whore. She knows how to serve, and will be a great example for you to learn from. I realize this may seem like an awful lot to endure after all you've been through tonight. But it's part of breaking you correctly. Do you understand?"

The Matriarch held my hair and lifted my face off her boot.

"I...I hadn't counted on this, Matriarch."

"I know. That's part of the fun of it for me. Do we have any problems? If so, your husband can release you with your safeword. Otherwise, carry on with your task."

Anass glanced at me as she continued licking. It looked like she was encouraging me to stay. Ok then. I lowered my face and resumed licking her boot.

"Excellent", the Matriarch said. "Such a good little cunt."

Then she addressed my husband Dave. I couldn't see him. All I could see was the Matriarch's boot, actually. But I could feel that he was standing there naked with my best friend Margie kneeling on the end of his leash.

"As I told your wife here during our initial meeting, I am a very sadistic person. Part of my motivation in conducting these intimate seminars is to indulge my every dark and twisted impulse. I pick two slaves per night for this. If they're available, I favor an experienced slut and a brand new one. I've had this lovely dark and plump slave many, many times, and I will have your wife tonight too. I do not hold back. I do what I want with them, as I desire. The license to do that is my recompense for the service I provide. Is there anything you don't understand about this arrangement?"

Dave hesitated for a moment. Well, wouldn't you? This whole thing was still so new to him. I think I had at least reconciled myself to this new way of living in the days preceding tonight more than he had. His throat sounded dry to me as he finally spoke.

"I...I guess I understand it."

I felt a sharp swat from the Matriarch's cane on my ass.

"Please don't forget to address me as Matriarch when you speak to me. Are you uncomfortable with this arrangement? Would you like to invoke your wife's safeword?"

I imagine Dave looked down at his formally "normal, suburban" wife. All he would have seen was her ass in the air as she dutifully licked the Matriarch's boot.

"I think we're ok with this...Matriarch."

"I'm glad to hear that, Dave. I'd like to say I'll take good care of her, but...that would kind of contradict what I have planned. But don't worry. We'll clean her up all nice for you tomorrow. I shall expect you here to pick her up at 2:00pm sharp. I trust you enjoyed fucking Marjorie. Such an enjoyable little slut. Really needs the whip sometimes. I think she's mouthy sometimes just to get me to slap her around. She likes that, don't you Marjorie?"

"Yes, my Matriarch", Marjorie replied, in a tone that confirmed that she did indeed like it. Who was this woman whom I thought I'd known so well? She may have been thinking the same thing about me.

"I realize this is a deep dive into a scary new world, Dave", the Matriarch said, "but I sincerely hope you were able to let go with Marjorie, and indulge some of your darker instincts. She's wonderful for that."

"Well..."

"Don't worry. You'll have plenty of chances to explore your sexual needs if you and this lovely slave at my feet decide you want to keep being a part of this. Oh, I see you're getting hard again just thinking about that. Marjorie!"

Marjorie acted quickly at that sharp command. She obviously knew her duties well. She must have turned around and took my husband's hardening cock in her mouth. I could distinctly hear the sound as she started to suck him off.

"The state of your slave's ass depends on her performance. She knows she's going under the belt again if you don't cum in her mouth. Much as the horny slut loves being whipped, her ass has probably had enough for one night. I wasn't holding back earlier. How are you at cumming twice in a night? Have you done that already? Would this be your third or fourth?"

Little chance of that. Dave and I were a classic one-and-done couple. And Dave liked his blow-jobs as much as the next man, but he'd rarely cum from them. They were usually the pre-show attraction before we fucked. The Matriarch seemed to pick up on this. As I was starting to see, she had an uncanny insight into human nature. No wonder she was so successful at both her day and night jobs.

"Close your eyes, Dave. Now, shut out everything around you expect Marjorie's sucking and my voice. This is a good time to reflect on your night here. How did it make you feel to watch seven hooded women chained together led in to this room? Did you recognize any of your neighbors as they were stripped before their hoods were removed? Did it turn you on to see them whipped? Did you finally feel the catharsis that has eluded you as your wayward wife was finally punished?"

Dave was absolutely quiet. I couldn't see him, but I could tell his eyes were firmly shut with his face in that state of intense concentration. You could hear Marjorie slurping and sucking from a mile away.

"You've known Marjorie for so many years, haven't you? Have you ever fantasized about her? Was she the forbidden fruit you lusted after? Or did you just have a few fleeting moments of wonder as you glimpsed a side-view of breast here or there? You clearly had no idea what a little slut she is, or how she was probably wondering about you."

It was so quiet in the room. All I could hear between the Matriarch's words and the licking of Anass and I were the sounds of Marjorie working my husband's cock. Oh God, I was getting so turned on by that sound, imagining the deep look of concentration on my husband, and the feel of his cock when it hardens in my mouth. Wow, I honestly hadn't felt this kind of passion for Dave in I don't know how many years. I wonder if he felt the same watching me submit to punishment tonight?

"I hope you drilled her ass down there, Dave, and I hope you drilled it nice, long and hard. Marjorie is such an anal slut. She can cum and cum from having her butt fucked. I don't allow her to, of course, but I imagine for your first time you would have. I can imagine the excitement of her ass contracting around your cock as her body writhes and she screams and screams. And if you make her cum once, there's nothing that Marjorie won't do for you. No limits for little Marjorie when she's serving a master. Or if there are, I haven't found them yet. And believe me, it's not from a lack of trying."

That did it. As I licked, I heard the telltale grunt of Dave cumming, right into my best friend Marjorie's slutty little mouth. It sounded like he was really unloading into her.