Husband is a slave
Hello everyone! I adore dominating men. But I'm tired of session meetings and therefore want a permanent slave for myself. But not just a slave, but a legal husband. A husband specifically! A real slave. Below I will outline an approximate scenario for family life:
At the registry office, you take my last name so that you lose your own name. And if your first name doesn't suit me, you'll have to change that too. You will bring all your money, down to the last penny, to me. You will have to account for every penny spent in full. In the apartment, you will always be naked and on your knees. All housework will be on you. And for every speck of dust I find, you will answer with your ass. I will beat
you. I will thrash you with a belt and with rods. Daily, you will perform cunnilingus and anilingus, as well as lick my feet and drink my urine. I will tie you up constantly. Without my permission, you won't even be able to go to the toilet. I will feed you cat food. As punishment, I can deprive you of food for several days, or deprive you of sleep for a couple of days. Nipple clamps will also be constant. Occasionally, if you really piss me off, I will hit your balls too. I will only give you five hours for sleep. I will meet with lovers, and you will know about it. You will call them yourself and invite them over when I want it. I will train my lovers that I have a husband-slut, I think they will all understand and you will suck them off. During our fun with a lover, you will stand nearby and wait for our orders. I will forbid you from masturbating forever, and we will have no sexual contact with you. You will wear a chastity belt always.That's roughly how I want it to look. If you want to become my husband, write to: yа.101022@yаndеx.ru
And below I will provide a story about how I tormented my former slave.
I enter the apartment. In the hallway, a naked slave is kneeling, head bowed. First thing, he throws himself at my feet and starts kissing my boots, then unzips them and carefully takes them off, covering my toes, which are yearning in the stockings, with kisses. I indifferently push him away with my foot and wait for him to put my slippers on me. He understands quickly, and a moment later I leave the hallway and go to the living room, ordering him to follow me. On command, he crawled after me. Entering the living room, I sat on the sofa, putting my feet on the ottoman.
"Come here!" I commanded.
Frightened, he rushed to my feet, awaiting further commands.
"Take off the stockings!" I threw out.
Since I was wearing a dress, I simply spread my legs and he, without any problem, shoved his head into my crotch, then with his teeth grabbed the stocking strap and carefully pulled it off me. Then he performed the same manipulation with the second stocking.
"Shove them in your mouth!" I ordered.
He immediately carried out my order.
In general, I adore humiliating the slave, so I can wear stockings for a long time so that the scent of my feet soaks into them well. And now before me sits my slave, holding my dirty underwear in his mouth. This started to arouse me, but I'll save the pleasant part for later.
"Quickly, bring dinner, scum!" I roared, giving him a resounding slap.
He instantly crawled to the kitchen, and I started changing, taking off my dress and putting on a robe. Then I sat back on the sofa and put my feet on the ottoman.
I started eating, ordering the slave to massage my feet.
"Well, bitch, want to eat?" I asked him.
He mumbled an indistinct "yes, Mistress."
"Oh yes..." I remembered, "you can take my stockings out of your mouth, and don't forget to wash them tonight!"
"Yes, Mistress," he replied, taking my underwear out of his mouth.
"So, whore, you have to earn dinner," I continued, "quickly lick my feet, and remember, whether you eat or not depends on how hard you try!"
The slave immediately began licking my feet, sucking on each toe. I had finished eating long ago, but he kept on working, earning my leniency. I turned on the TV and started watching a series. After an hour of watching, my feet were already polished to a shine.
"Enough!" I commanded and pointed to the tray with dirty dishes. The slave understood without words and, grabbing the tray, crawled to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
When he returned, I ordered him to trim my toenails. Then I plucked the hair from his pubic area with tweezers. Credit to the slave, he endured the epilation without unnecessary squealing, as he knew my attitude towards screams. For every flinch or squeak during my torments of him, he could get a kick from my foot to his balls. He knows I have a strong kick.
So, I took the trimmed nails along with his hair and put it all in a bowl, then sat over it and filled it with my urine. The slave watched all this, realizing that I was preparing this for him. And I just smirked and lit a cigarette, flicking the ash into that very bowl. And when the cigarette was finished, the butt nicely decorated this slave soup. That's it, the treat is ready, all that's left is to add some dry cat food, about two hundred grams.
I placed the bowl on the floor.
"Eat, scum!"
"Yes, Mistress," he said and started forcing himself to eat his soup.
I could see how disgusted he was, but he was more afraid of angering me.
"Eat, bitch!" I kept saying. "You'll get your next meal only after the weekend!"
To make it clearer, I'll say it was Friday.
"Well, do you like it?" I smirked.
"Yes, Mistress," the slave grumbled.
"When you're done, wash your face of the urine and quickly come to my feet!"
"Yes, Mistress."
I sat on the sofa and continued watching TV. A couple of minutes later, the slave crawled over.
"Listen to me carefully, you bastard!" I said. "Quickly get out your filthy tongue and work hard on my pussy!"
I spread my legs and the slave rushed to carry out my order. He licked well and tried in every way to satisfy me. But I was in no hurry to cum.
"Lick better, bitch!"
He tried for about an hour. It was super and I came, squeezing his head with my thighs. He kept licking until I pulled his head back by the hair.
"You licked like shit!" I shouted and slapped him.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," he uttered.
"No!" I said harshly and pushed him away.
He fell, then quickly got up and knelt. I got up from the sofa and grabbed two clothespins from the table. Then I clipped them onto his nipples. His face contorted from the piercing pain.
"Bitch, you will wear them all weekend, and only on Monday, if you behave well, will I allow you to remove them!" I lashed out and, swinging my foot, I kicked him in the balls.
He grimaced in pain but didn't fall, holding back a scream, otherwise he'd get another kick.
While he was still writhing in pain, I told him to follow me to the bedroom, where I made him lick my ass, then shackled his hands behind his back and deprived him of sleep. And I went to sleep myself.
The slave spent the whole night like that, kneeling with clothespins on his nipples, waiting...
Author's email: yа.101022@yаndеx.ruAuthor's email: yа.101022@yаndеx.ru