When I got home I changed out of the dress, put on my underwear, a T-shirt and some leggings. I curled up on the bed and tried to make sense of everything that had happened me. My life as a happy, respectable mother and wife seemed to be over. My husband had done things to me that I had never ever thought of. I had become his sex slave.

It was getting late. I went to make dinner. Just after 7 I heard him open the door. “Where are you slut.” I hurried to meet him. When he saw me his face filled with anger. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the living room. He ripped the T-shirt off me and threw me across the back of a chair. Then my leggings were pulled down. I heard him unbuckle his belt. I began to panic and tried to get up. He pushed me down. The belt flew through the air and smacked across my buttocks. The lashes came continuously as he said “You stupid slut. I told you what you were to wear in the house and you have disobeyed me, slut.”

The lashes came hard and fast. They seemed to go on forever. My screams turned into cries of pain as I nearly passed out. When he finished he unhooked my bra and grabbed my two nipples and pinched and pulled them. My mind was overloaded with the pain.

He kicked my legs apart and plunged his cock into my arse while continuing to torture my nipples. My screams were deafening. He pounded me harder. I could feel his balls slap against me. His cock was now completely buried up my arse. After what seemed like hours his cum poured out into my arse.

“What are you.”

“I’m Pauline and I’m a slut.”

He grabbed me by the hair again, pulled me off the chair and spun me around to face him. “That’s right. You’re nothing but a slut. Never forget that and never disobey me again. You’re my fuck toy, to be used for my pleasure and entertainment. You’ll do everything I want without complaint. Now get down on your knees and clean my cock.”

I was puzzled. What did he mean, clean his cock. I went to go to the bathroom to get a towel. “Where are you going slut.”

“I’m going to get a towel”

“On your knees and use your mouth to clean it.”

“No. That’s disgusting and dirty. It will have p*o on it.”

He grabbed his belt and my hair with his other hand. “No. Please don’t.” I begged, expecting the belt across my arse.

“I told you not to disobey me again.” As he raised the belt above his head I looked on in disbelief as the belt came down across my breasts. The pain was instant. I screamed as I watched the belt fly through the air again and inflict another lash to my breasts, then another and another.

“I’ll do it.” I cried as he raised his hand again.

“What will you do.” he asked cruelly.

“I’ll clean your cock.” The belt lashed my breasts. “Ahhhh.”

“You’ll clean the shite off my cock.”

“Yes, I’ll clean the shite off your cock.” He pushed me down and moved his cock in front of my face. I could smell his cum mixed with my shite. I felt sick. He pushed it against my lips. I eventually opened my mouth and he stuck it in.

“Now suck it good and use your tongue. Get it nice and clean.” I struggled not to throw up. The taste of cum mixed with my shite was making my stomach churn. I worked hard to get finished. He held my head between his two hands and pushed his semi-erect cock all the way in. I ran my tongue all over his cock. After several minutes he pulled out.

“I’m going for a shower and will be down for dinner in 20 minutes.” As he left I ran to the kitchen sink and threw up.

While he showered I cleaned myself up, put on a skirt, blouse and heels. I then got the table ready for dinner.

When he came down I put the dinner on the table. I was about to sit down when he came over, took my plate and put it on the floor beside his chair.

“You will eat on the floor from now on.” I took my knife and fork. “Leave them there. Use your mouth like the bitch slut you are.” I felt crushed. I got down on the floor beside him. “Go on, eat.” I stuck my face into the plate and started to eat. “Good slut.”

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