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Slave Keeper
by FetishStories (fetishstories@hotmail.com)
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This is the story of a man who has always been kind,
generous, and caring about his wife and other people.
However, around his mid 30s, he snaps. His secret self,
the one he kept at bay since he was a teenager, comes
rushing out. His wife tells the tale of when it started.
(MF/MF, nc, rp, v, bd)
Luckily I've managed to find one weakness in my husband:
he does still care... a bit. He was... nice enough
(difficult for me to even believe anymore) to allow me
to have paper and a pen. Maybe someday this will get
out, and he can be arrested. I can only hope that I'm
still here by then. But let me back up.
My marriage with my husband had always been great. We
got along, liked the same things, got our own alone
time, and neither of us wanted kids. We just wanted to
spend our lives together and enjoy ourselves. I have to
say our sex life wasn't spicy, but we did change things
around once in a while. Sometimes, when me and my
husband started dating in college, he'd ask to do
something so odd, my face would be the response. After
that, he wouldn't talk to me for about a week, and then
we'd be back to normal. This only happened about five
times, maybe six. After college, nothing ever went
wrong. Except the one summer. It was my first summer...
here.
Where is here? I'd love to say it was my dream home, a
luxury yacht we bought, a summer home, paradise, or
something else. It's not. I'll tell you why shortly.
That first summer that things happened was going very
normal. Me and my husband had decided to take July 4th
week off together, and have a vacation. We didn't know
where we were going to go, but I figured we'd think of
something.
I was coming home from work Friday night, so excited to
get our 9 day week started. I still didn't know where we
were going, but my husband, in somewhat of a sour mood
that morning, said he'd figured something out for the
week. Needless to say (because I already have) I was
excited.
I drove up in my little car, next to my husband's
Hummer. We had money, since we'd both managed great
jobs, as well as hitting the lottery once for about
10,000 dollars. We invested, got lucky, and we had a lot
of money saved up that we didn't care if we blew or not.
Life was good.
When I walked into the house, I had an odd feeling. I
looked around, thinking something might be out of place.
Nothing seemed to be. I shrugged it off and walked up to
the bedroom, finding my husband laying on the bed,
watching television.
"Hey sweety. What do you have planned for the week? I
can't wait!"
He smiled and turned off the TV. "Well, I do have
something special. However, I thought we'd start off
with something hot."
I smiled. I knew what he wanted. I couldn't say that I
didn't want it either. It'd been a few days since we'd
done anything, due to both of us being very busy at
work.
"So, what would you like to do? Something special
maybe?"
"Well... I would actually. I know it's been a long time,
so I thought maybe I'd ask you again."
I was confused. Ask me what?
"Well, do you think we could try anal again?"
I knew instantly that I made the face. There went my
week. I'd tried anal with him once in college, and it'd
hurt like hell. So much, in fact, that I screamed in
pain (making some of our dorm floor wonder what had
happened), bled a little, and told him never to do it
again.
"Hunny, I... I told you, it hurts. I'd rather not try it
again. I'm sorry."
He looked depressed now. "Please?"
I sighed. "Well... I don't want it to hurt. If we try
again, there needs to be a lot of lube."
He nodded, opening his bedside drawer and producing a
small bottle.
"Okay. I'll do it to start your week off great."
I stripped down completely as he did, then we made out
for some time. I began getting wet, and forgot
completely about his request. He fingered my pussy for
some time, and worked some of my juices carefully to my
other hole. He used a different finger each time to
prevent any dangerous infections.
After running out of fingers, he got behind me in doggy
style, and went after my soaking pussy for a few
minutes. It felt great to have him inside of me again,
having missed him since Tuesday night. Then he started
going slower, and began dropping some lube on my ass
hole. I had to admit, it felt warm and comfortable, and
he slowly worked a finger into me while still fucking my
pussy. I figure he probably worked about a half of a
bottle of lube into my asshole, and the ease of which he
worked in two fingers made me figure my ass was either
as wet or wetter than my pussy now.
Finally, he stopped fucking me and asked if I was ready.
I nodded, and took the advice I'd seen on the internet
the first time: push like you're going to the bathroom,
and the entrance won't hurt as bad.
I pushed, and he eased himself into me. With the lube
and the idea, he entered me with no problem.
"Oh hunny, it... it's so comfortable this time."
"Yes. I'm glad you decided to do it again." He started
picking up pace, and after a minute or two, I guess the
lube began drying or something, because it was beginning
to hurt.
"Hunny, could you slow down a bit, or put some more lube
on? It's starting to hurt."
I heard the bottle open, and felt more lube run into my
ass as he continued to fuck me. Then he really started
fucking me. I wasn't being pleasured by it though.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Hunny, slow down please."
"Sorry dear. This just feels so good."
It didn't feel good to me. I reached under myself and
played with my clit for a little, but it wasn't helping
the pain go away.
"Please slow down. And put some more lube in, please."
"I can't hunny. It's so good!"
Now I was getting frustrated. I wanted him to help me so
he could continue, but he was too in the moment. So, I
gave up.
"Stop!"
That's when it happened. That's when my husband snapped.
"What the hell did you say?" He stopped, all of his 7
inch hard cock buried in my poor, torn hole. He'd never
sworn at me, never been mad at me, at least not in the
tone he'd just used.
"I asked you to stop. It hurts too much."
"What, don't you like it?" He pulled his cock almost all
the way out, and then rammed it back in all the way,
tearing me again. I started feeling blood. I screamed in
pain.
"You know," he said. "You've always been so non-
adventurous. It's about time you explored a bit."
"Get the hell off me," I yelled. "I'm filing for divorce
tomorrow. We're through!"
"Like hell you are!"
He shoved me down flat on my stomach, his cock still in
me, but now tearing me at a new angle.
"Shut the fuck up and learn to take it!"
He then began ramming his cock into me, back and forth,
in and out. He shoved my head to the pillow, and I
couldn't pull myself off. I never realized how strong my
husband really was. As he continued fucking my ass, I
started to feel dizzy, and finally, after a few minutes
of being shoved into the pillow, I passed out.
When I woke up, the first thing I realized what that my
asshole still hurt. I could barely feel it, aside from
the scab that was forming. The next thing I found out
was I was still naked. It was the last thing I found out
that scared the crap out of me.
I was in a cage, a dog cage to be exact. It was one of
those dumb cages I couldn't stand even for dogs that had
an wiring sort of pattern on the bottom, and a pan
underneath that to collect pee. I always figured it hurt
the dogs' toes. Now I knew, because I had to put my
palms flat against it to stop the space between my
fingers from getting hurt. I thought about trying to
open the cage, but I felt the lock on it and found that
I was shut in good and tight.
After waking up completely, I decided to find out what
was going on. I yelled randomly, and after a few minutes
of it, I heard footsteps. I still didn't know where I
was, because it was pitch black wherever the cage was
located. Finally, a light turned out. It took me only
seconds to realize where the cage had been placed: in
our basement. So, I knew who was coming down the stairs
before I even saw the feet.
"You asshole! What the hell is this?"
My husband smiled as he walked down the stairs and
looked at me. "This is your punishment for two things.
First of all, for being so nasty to me tonight and
threatening divorce. And two, for always being such a
bitch about sex. You never did anything I wanted to do
over all the years of our marriage. But I let you get
toys you wanted, wear stuff you wanted, I even did role-
plays you were into. What did I get in return? Nothing!
Not a god damn thing!"
I felt odd. It actually sort of hit me, because he was
right. I'd never really done anything for him, even
though he'd let me do plenty of things for myself.
"I'm sorry hunny. I... I didn't even know. Please, let
me out and we'll do something you want." Desperation...
I didn't think it would work. It didn't.
"No no. You are now going to be my slave. You will do
what I want, when I want it, the way I want it.
Consequences for not following orders to you will be no
food for a day for one. Other punishments are..." He
picked something out of a drawer at his work bench.
"This in your ass."
It was a huge butt plug. It was so massive, I didn't
think it'd even fit in my vagina let alone my ass.
"Or, you will be fucked mercilessly by a fucking machine
in the ass. Also, I will force you to drink a gallon of
cum. But that's only if you don't behave. Do what I
expect of you, and you'll be just fine."
I was scared. Legitimately scared. This was going to be
hell...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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