Ritual Breaking Suburban Wives Comp

Proof there is a God: The Matriarch scrunched up her face and grunted really hard. Her entire body tensed. It was sweating now. She put her all into pushing out that last little bit...and then she was done. Her face went from the smile of finishing to recovering from running a marathon. The Matriarch put her hands on her knees to steady herself as she got her breathing back under control. Then she reached up to turn a heavy-duty built-in air purifier on. It must have been state of the art, or maybe it was just my wishful thinking. But the air quality started improving dramatically. Then she straightened up and looked down at me.

"Remember what I said last night in my bedroom?"

I shook my head no.

"I take my pleasure with one in the front, and one in the back."

She snapped her fingers, and I obeyed. I leaned forward and put my lips on her cunt. I took a first tentative lick. I felt the pressure of Anass pushing from behind as she got her tongue back in the Matriarch's asshole. I had no idea how she could do that, but she did. Then we got down to it. The only sound for a few minutes in that shower was the air purifier and two women licking another woman. But that didn't last long. The Matriarch was massively turned on, and started moaning. She came faster than I expected. And then she came some more. It was so much more intense than the night before. I guess using us for toilets excited her more than anything else in the world. This was the dirtiest sex imaginable. We were literally the three filthiest women in the world right now.

After the Matriarch was finally done with her epic orgasms for the morning, she held our heads in place as she got her equilibrium back. Then she gently pushed me back. Something had changed in her at this point. She dampened a cloth and wiped Anass's face with it. I got a quick glance beforehand. I literally had not seen her face since we'd stepped into the shower. There was definitely some shit on it, until the Matriarch wiped it all off. Then she helped Anass up and gently led her out of the shower to the toilet. Anass got down on her hands and knees over the toilet, and the Matriarch held her hair back. Then the Matriarch looked at me, still on my knees in the shower.

"Look away, please. This sweet cunt doesn't need you to see this."

I turned my head. For the next several minutes, I heard the sounds of retching and flushing. All it took was the Matriarch to command Anass to remember what it tasted like going down, and it all came up again. I can't imagine which experience could be worse. After the sounds stopped, I turned back to look. The Matriarch was holding Anass up as she fed mouthwash and water for Anass to clean her mouth out and hydrate from. After they were done, the Matriarch gently lay Anass down on a plush bathroom rug and kissed her on the forehead. Anass looked utterly depleted.

"Relax now. She'll be there for you when you're ready for her."

The Matriarch walked back into the shower and turned the nozzle on her side of it on. As I stayed on my knees, she took a nice leisurely shower, washing herself thoroughly, humming to herself contentedly. She seemed like a new person, like the kind created by mind-shattering orgasms. I welcomed the water vapor and whatever water splashed on to me. But she wasn't permitting me that shower I desperately needed yet.

As she dried herself off afterward, she pointed to Anass.

"Go to her now. Give her anything she needs. Your service is done when she's done with you."

I crawled out on my hands and knees to Anass. I didn't know if that was even required anymore, but I guess I was just used to it now.

"Anass knows the deal here. After you are done, you are encouraged to enjoy the most luxurious showering you can in here," the Matriarch said as she primped in the mirror. "Please primp to your heart's content. All of my products and devices are at your disposal. Please, baby yourselves. I will have fresh clothes dropped off by your husbands waiting outside the door. Then you'll join me out on the patio for a yummy brunch. I'll be happy to talk about anything you may wish to discuss. Your husbands will then pick you up when we're done."

Anass was still pulling herself together. I fed her some more water, and she motioned me in back of her. I lied down and spooned her. She welcomed me, even though I was dry and sticky and not smelling so great. We lied together for what seemed like the longest time. I could hear the Matriarch futz and primp, and then she left. I reflected on the long weekend as my breathing and Anass' synced together. We probably could have fallen asleep. But soon I could feel the strength coming back to Anass with each breath.

Then she turned, and kissed me. She kissed me again; deeper, and then we just stared at each other for a moment. Then something seemed to come over Anass. She rose up and got on top of me, pinning me to the floor. She went at my mouth with a vengeance, pressing my face into the rug, jamming her tongue practically down my throat. I couldn't imagine how she could do it. My mouth literally tasted like the Matriarch's especially pungent piss. But Anass went at me, and I tried to reciprocate as best I could.

Anass reached down to rub her pussy as she made out with me. Then she straightened up, turned around on me, and backed up. Her ass rode back over my face until her cunt was pressing onto my mouth. I stuck my tongue out like a good slut. Anass reached down to rub herself as a I licked. I think she was working her nipples too. Without any hands to balance her, her full weight pressed down on my face. It was daunting. She really ground into me as I licked. When she came, she bent forward and lifted just a little bit. I was relieved, until she squirted all over my face. Well, what can I say? I was way past the ick part of this now. After cumming, Anass leaned forward to give me some attention. My first girl-on-girl 69! We went at it like dirty, filthy animals with no regard for anything or anyone on that rug. As she was about to get me off, Anass lifted up to look back at me.

"This is something I want you to never forget...this is how slaves cum."

Of course I came like a screaming banshee as soon as her tongue hit my flesh.

We lied there catching our breath afterwards, with our cunts still in each other's faces. Eventually, Anass got up off me. She helped me up and guided me into the shower. With nozzles on either side, Anass and I took nice, long, luxurious showers together, and then primped afterwards. We were silent throughout all of this, but it felt good. We had a shared understanding between us. A shared empathy. As we scrubbed on opposite sides of that cavernous shower, I was convinced that this very curvy, middle-aged suburban daughter of Saudi Arabian immigrants was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

After the shower...

We were met in the Matriarch's kitchen with a cocktail of antibiotics that she had curated over the years. A precaution, considering what had gone in and out of our mouths. And then...

Brunch on the patio was fantastic. A delicious quiche with vegetarian bacon on the side, and plenty of fruit and yoghurt and other sundries. And hot coffee in a cup! I felt so clean and refreshed and alive. We talked about everything under the gorgeous sun, except for what we'd been up to. Once we were done eating the Matriarch moved us from the table to some patio chairs to nurse our coffees, and led the conversation back to the weekend. Oh, and we still had to refer to her as the Matriarch. We just didn't have to use it every time we spoke.

"I couldn't be happier with you, Brooke", the Matriarch said. "You brushed past your apprehensions to take to this like a duck to water, or a slave to golden water."

I'm sure I blushed.

"I know you have a lot to process and unpack, but how do you feel right now?" the Matriarch asked.

"I think I'm riding high on endorphins right now, Matriarch. It had been so long since I'd had sex, and I'd sure never had sex like this before. I had no idea the sort of orgasms I had this weekend even existed."

"I'm so glad to hear that, Brooke. We have a little time before your husbands show up. Is there anything specific you'd like to ask me about? Like, maybe about our shower activities this morning?"

"Well, um, in the shower, the whole, uh..."

"Feel free to use frank language, Brooke. You're here among friends."

Now I realized why the Matriarch had waited until we were done eating to lead the conversation to this morning. She knew what was coming, and knew it wouldn't go well with brunch.

"Well, it was one thing to be pissed on...twice. But when you also used Anass as a toilet, only from your other end...does she like that?"

The Matriarch barely suppressed a laugh.

"Oh, of course not, Brooke. She's swallowing my shit. How could she possibly like that? But that just makes me enjoy forcing it down her throat even more."

"Then...why does she do it, Matriarch?"

"Anass is such a special case. The one-in-a-million kind you dream about. She needs to give herself up entirely to a genuinely cruel, sadistic dominant. And that is me. Anass needs the feeling she gets after debasing herself so completely. Later, after we are done and she is all cleaned up, she feels at peace with herself, knowing she served me so well. Don't you, my little cunt?"

"Yes, Matriarch. I do," answered Anass. And she sure meant it.

"How disturbing did you find it, Brooke?" the Matriarch asked.

"Well, plenty...at first."

"And then?"

"I think I got sort of hypnotized, watching your face, how it made you feel, and how Anass just served you back there, without hesitation, without complaint."

"Like a slave who knows her place."

"I hope this doesn't disappoint you, Matriarch, but I know I couldn't do that."

"Oh, my good little bitch, you have done so incredibly well this weekend. So many boundaries pushed, and you're still here. Let this be your limit. It's really not for everyone. And who knows? A few years down the line, you might re-visit your feelings on it. Now, is there something else you were wondering about, as I was relieving myself into Anass?"

The Matriarch really had my number. She knew I had been burning to know something all morning ever since watching that.

"Do the other wives...slaves...perform this service for you, Matriarch?"

"Only one other. Would you like to know who?"

Well, duh. Would you leave that hanging?

"Victoria. She's not as good as my sweet cunt there, but she's working on it."

Oh my fucking God! Victoria, the most stuck-up class conscious passive-aggressive obnoxious bitch I knew in our LA neighborhood. She literally ate shit! Ok, I couldn't help it. I broke out into a beaming smile at this. I couldn't wait to make eye contact the next time I saw her.

"It's surprisingly hard to find women to take a load like a good toilet slave. Men...God, they are a dime a dozen. You put out a feeler on Fet, and you have a hundred candidates up your ass by lunchtime. But women are rare, especially when it's in service to another woman. Anass and Victoria are the most special of slaves I've found so far. I hope I never have to do without them. I adhere to a very rigid high-fiber diet in the week beforehand, just to ease the process as much as possible for all of us."

"How often do they have to serve you back there, Matriarch?"

"I hold these ceremonies once a month. So every other month for both of them. I wouldn't want to subject them to any more than that. But every time I go to the bathroom, I dream of the toilets I really wish I were using. I get other needs met between ceremonies. All the wives come by for consultations here and there. I expect you will too, after you've been to another ceremony or two."

Serving the Matriarch on an otherwise dull afternoon during the week? I could see the appeal for a lot of these wives. I wondered if I'd be up for that.

"Now, look me in the eye and listen carefully, Brooke", the Matriarch commanded. We may have been done with the BDSM activities of the weekend, but she was such a naturally dominant person, that when she spoke, it automatically came out like a command.

"You have just surrendered yourself to a very intense experience. For the average person, it would be the most intense experience of their lives. For the people in our little group, something even more intense usually necessitated this step in their lives. I suspect that is the case with you. If there's one thing I've learned about the effect of suburbia on encroaching middle age, it's that a reset is often required, to balance the equilibrium and keep you on your path. Now, I've scheduled a session with you here on Tuesday, after you've had a little time to process. Anything is up for discussion. But that might not be enough to work through your feelings. You have a lot to process, not only about what you've learned about your friends and neighbors, but about yourself...and your husband. For the next week, I am available 24/7. So are Anass and Marjorie. Lean on us. Come to us when you need guidance, answers, support. Call, email, text, whatever. If I see you at my gate, you will be welcome. Is that all clear, Brooke?"

"Yes, Matriarch, and thank you. And thank you too Anass, for everything", I replied.

"One last thing: Talk to your husband. Discuss this with him. You both have new and confusing feelings to deal with. My whole procedure is wasted if the two of you do not re-connect. Now, it's time to get you on your way."

The Matriarch rose and motioned us up. She took Anass in her arms and kissed her. Then she put her hands on the sides of my face, looked into my eyes, pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss, and held me in her arms for a moment.

We were walked around the Matriarch's house to her driveway, where Dave and Gerald were in their cars. There was a new look on Dave's face as I settled into my seat. But was it only new because it was a look I hadn't seen in awhile? That hardness that had settled in since the day I had confessed everything seemed to be gone. I hoped it was forever.

"How are you?" Dave asked.

"I'm fine, Dave. Totally exhausted, of course. A lot to process. And boy, wait 'till you hear about my morning."

"What can I do for you?"

What can I do for you? It had been so long since I'd heard those words from my husband. My heart melted.

"Hold me for a minute, and kiss me. The way you used to, when you meant it."

Later that night, in our kitchen...

I made dinner that night. We were alone, with the kids out of the house. Instead of burying his head in his laptop to catch up on emails or get a head start on Monday, Dave leaned against a counter, sipped a glass of wine, and fetched things out of cupboards for me. It was silent for a little while, but not the horribly tense silence that had defined our marriage lately. It was the first comfortable silence I'd felt in ages. As much as I would have liked to luxuriate in it, I am a woman, after all. Remember, we're the ones who coined "we need to talk."

"Anything you'd like to tell me about last night?" I asked him. "It's okay if you're not ready."

"I'm still going over it, trying to make sense of it all."

"Me too. Something changed in me last night. But I'm not sure if I really changed, or just let something out that had always been in there."

"I have to confess", Dave said, with some trepidation, "Sitting there, watching it, and all the other wives...it stirred feelings inside of me...fantasies."

"Really?"

"I'd been so afraid of those feelings, that I'd tamped them down, as if they didn't exist. But then watching you being whipped, with the other husbands, and then the wives... I couldn't pretend anymore."

"Dave, it wasn't easy on that table. The whipping really hurt, and it was a hundred times more humiliating than I ever could have imagined. But...I surrendered to it. I genuinely wanted to be punished, for you. I felt like I needed to give that to you. And I found that as I surrendered, I liked it. It turned me on."

"So, I know you saw me with Marjorie..."

He was tiptoeing around that subject. She'd been my best friend since our kids started kindergarten together.

"And...?"

"The things I did with her, to her...wild, animalistic things. Things I would never have dreamed of doing...to her, or anyone. But I have to be honest with myself, and with you. I'd fantasied about those things, many times. And now having tried them, with a woman who couldn't get enough, I can't stop thinking about them."

"Dave, you don't have to stop thinking about them if you don't want to. I know I don't want to. You took Marjorie's ass, didn't you? Do it again if it makes you happy. You have my permission."

"She likes it back there, being held down and made to take it. You would not believe how it makes her cum."

"Dave..."

I put my utensils down, and reached back to untie my apron.

"I like it back there too. And I also like to be made to take it."

The look on my husband's face! I'm just glad he didn't drop that wine glass.

"Fuck my ass, Dave. Right here and right now. And anytime or place you want to from now on. Don't be gentle about it either. I'm your whore from this day forward. That is my new commitment to you. Fuck me the way you want to fuck me, and make me clean your cock before dinner too if that's what a whore needs to do for her master."

Yes, my ass was still sore. But Goddamn was it worth it!

Bonus: The Relatively Sanitized Version of that shower scene in Chapter 7: There Has To Be A Morning After...

The original version of this chapter went down a very dark and disgusting road. It felt true to the character of the Matriarch at the time I wrote. But upon reflection, I didn't feel I could subject anyone who had faithfully followed this series to that. At first, I felt like this version would be an alternative to the real thing. But then I felt I liked it better, and would consider this the real version of what went down that Sunday morning. So imagine my surprise when the original, full-on UnSanitized version where the Matriarch compelled her slave Anass to eat her shit turned out to be roughly twice as popular as this version. You just never know sometimes. I base this metric on viewership numbers and ratings on the Literotica website, and from feedback on Fetlife. If you're read this far, enjoy the Sanitized version. I pick it up right when things are about to go down in that shower.

After what seemed like forever, as I'm sure you can understand, the pissing began to let up. The torrential downpour ratcheted down to a trickle, and then a few last remaining drops. After the last drop, which I dutifully swallowed like a good little bitch, I just stared up at that shaved cunt millimeters from my face. The aromas were so strong. Then the Matriarch let go of my hair as she moved back in front of me. She bent forward and put her shoulders on me for balance. This pushed her ass right into Anass. The Matriarch flashed a cruel little smile as she wriggled her ass in Anass' face. Then she straightened up and moved out of the shower.

"Stay", she commanded to us.

Anass stared ahead at me as I turned my head to watch the Matriarch. She sat down on her toilet, and fished a book from a book basket. She was starting to push, from the look on her face. She was taking a shit while we stayed on our knees in the shower. The Matriarch looked up from her book at me for a moment.

"Eyes forward", the Matriarch commanded.

I turned my head back quickly. Now I knew why Anass had been staring straight ahead at me. That was the protocol. We were in the room while the Matriarch took her shit, but we did not watch.

There was nothing to do but stare now, so that's what I did. And with the command to keep my eyes forward, there was nothing to do but stare right back at Anass. We made eye contact and held it. It didn't seem like much at first, but then it became unnerving. Anass' face had never been the most expressive to begin with. She had always been hard to read. And now, with nothing but silent staring, it was impossible to get a read on her. My mind started going to wild extremes as I pondered our different states. I was covered in piss from head to toe. I was also immobilized with my wrists and ankles hogtied behind me. Anass, by contrast, was perfectly clean, dry and free. The Matriarch hadn't pissed on her at all, and she wasn't bound either. What was Anass thinking? It felt like she was staring right through me. Was she judging me? Did she feel superior to me? Did she look upon me as a cheap toilet now, while she had ascended up some slave hierarchy? How dare she think that! She had certainly had her share of golden showers and piss-drinking before. Who was she to look down at me? Ok, maybe I was leaping to extremes. Maybe she was glad to see someone else become the new toilet, like a new sister in slavery. Or was she envious? Did she feel left out? Maybe Anass was less than happy about being ignored like this. Maybe she resented me for being the sole focus of the Matriarch in the shower this morning.