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Jennys punishment.When Tom awoke, Jenny still lay on the living room sofa, asleep on her stomach. Her long black hair and sweet face was matted with dried semen, and her clothes lay bundled on the floor. A blanket lay d****d over her round backside, with her legs spread and a cushion still under her belly. Her breathing was still and soft, and the only other sound was the slight creaking of the floor-boards as he approached her.As he looked down on her barely covered curves, Tom felt a strange mix of emotions. Anger, some jealousy, some pride. They had talked about taking part in an orgy, but she never asked for permission for this impromptu little adventure. Jenny had been a little slut, and had to be disciplined as such. On the way back to the bedroom, Tom composed himself. Discipline must be handed out in just the right amount . Too little and it wouldn’t take, since that meant she would only enjoy herself. Too much would be uncalled for, and he would have lost control, which is undignified. He picked up the implements he needed for the job and put them in the black bagBack in the living room, he laid all his tools out on the table. Behind him, he heard Jenny start to awaken, shifting and taking a deep breath. She smiled, pulled the blanket tighter and turned against him, having a hard time opening her eyes. Having cum dripping down your face will do that to you, he thought. She winced, ever so slightly, as she rolled over onto her back and closed her legs.When she finally opened her eyes, he stood towering over her, smiling with his hands in the pockets of his bathrobe. Still a bit woozy, she smiled up at him. -Hello, wife. How do you feel this fine morning? He said with a serious expression on his face. Jenny recognized the formal language, the look, and when she saw the toys laid out behind her husband, she understood. Her face reddened and her heart raced. She knew there was no point in being anything other than forthcoming. Her gaze dropped.-I’m still a bit tipsy, I guess. And a little cold. -What else?-I need to go to the bathroom. -What else? -I… I am a bit sore. -Spell it out, slutwife. -I… She went silent.SLAP! A light slap illegal bahis across her face. -You better not cross me again. You will be punished for breaking the rules and disrespecting your husband. How do you feel?-Sore. A little sore… in the butt. I can feel their… cum… on me. In my hair, on my face and in my… crack. I’m a little scared. And ashamed. I want to make it right, dearest husband. I know it was wrong of me, I never meant any disrespect. Please, dearest husband, let me make it right! -Alright. You will have plenty of opportunities this morning to show your remorse. -Thank you Sir.-Now go and relieve yourself. Do not shower, however. I want you to feel their cum on your body and face, I want you to know what a filthy little whore you’ve been. Return naked. And know this, you will be tested.And so, Jenny excused herself, demurely walking away. Tom readied the room, attaching the straps and adjusting the lengths of rope. When she returned, everything was ready. Jenny took her position, kneeling on the floor, legs parted with her hands palms up on her thighs. Eyes closed, face up-turned, bust heaving. Her collar came on first, then the blindfold. She trembled from….fear? -Well, slut, what do you have to say for yourself? -I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, Sir. I deserve to be punished in whatever manner you see fit. I never meant to be disrespectful. I just…-You just neede to be fucked and thought you would get away with it.-No, I…SLAP! A quick slap to her face made her cheek sting.-Slut, don’t test me. Raise your ass off the floor. So Jenny stood kneeling, with her hands to her sides. Tom positioned the huge, cone-shaped dildo underneath her. He observe her cunt glistening, although it was hard to see for the large amount of matted cum in her pussy-hair. -Lower yourself.Slowly, since she didn’t know what to expect, she relaxed her thighs. When the head of the cone touched her labia, she flinched from fear. Then she understood, and slowly started to take the cone in. Her labia spread, first easily but pretty soon, she started to strain-Sir, this is hard, but I will do it. The initial pleasure gave way to effort and illegal bahis siteleri discomfort. Ever so slowly, inch by inch, the cone went inside her. Her lips parted and her breathing became labored. She whimpered and cringed, but had committed herself to the challenge. Finally, she sat down, resting her body on the cone. -It’s… it’s all in.Tom picked up the lubricant and a squeezed out a generous amount into his latex-gloved hand. Jenny knew the sound and smiled. Tom easily inserted first one finger, then two and three. Then her warm sphincter started to strain. The cone filling her cunt pressed against her inner walls and made it all the harder to accept yet another invader. -Now, slut, this is meant to be a challenge. Tom inserted a fourth finger, stopping at his knuckles. The lube helped, but it still hurt. -Aaaih! -Do you want me to stop, slut?-Please Sir, stop. She whispered. Please. It’s too much. Since she didn’t use the safe word he started slowly pressing, and releasing. Pressing and releasing. Straining her rectum, getting his knuckles in.-Mmmmnnnnhhhh…. Please….-Slut, this is just the beginning. After he had worked her anus for a while, it was sufficiently dilated. He had his hand in up to his thumb. He held it as so, feeling her pulse in her ass. She breathed heavily. He slowly withdrew his hand, but instead inserted a sizeable plug. Jenny now felt full, so full. The pressure was at the same time sweet and straining, pleasure and pain. Tom took a step back to admire the sight. Jenny sat with her mouth open, clenching her fists at her sides. The plugs nestled nice in her wet cunt and lubed ass, and she pressed ever so slightly downwards, eager to accept more. It was a challenge she accepted a way to prove to herself as well as to Him that she was sorry. She was well aware of how she looked, with cum still plastering locks of hair to her face and chest. -Now then, slut, your next assignment. I’ve placed the ottoman in front of you. Lay your shoulders and face down upon it, letting your tits hang down. You may use your hands to stop the plugs from leaving your loose cunt and ass.-Thank you Sir.-I can understand how canlı bahis siteleri they have been loosened by all the cock that you took last night. You had quite the little party. Jenny’s face reddened with shame. How could she? To cheat on Him so brazenly! But lust had overtaken her, and the fire in their eyes had struck her with such force. Just thinking of it… But no, never again! She lay down, all the while holding the plugs firmly in place. She couldn’t help but to move them a little, in and out. Maybe he wouldn’t… THWACK!!! The sting on her butt-cheeks was intense, a jolt going directly to her cunt. -You little whore, you didn’t think I’d notice, did you? Hold them still unless I say otherwise.-Yes Sir, of course Sir. I’m so sorry Sir.Tom fastened the nipple clamps tighter than usual. The pain was intense, bringing tears to Jennys eyes underneath the blindfold. She whimpered helplessly. Whenever she moved, her tits swung with the clamps accentuating the motion. In the midst of all the pain, Jenny also found subjugation. Finally, she let go. She surrendered, she stopped being anything more than a fucktoy, a whore for her Husband.,Tom stood over her, his cock erect at the sight of her pain and subjugation. He kneeled on the large ottoman, positioning himself by her face. He looked down at her cum-stained face, grabbed her hair and put his cock-head at her lips. She eagerly took him in, sucking and licking with wild abandonment. She needed to please Him, to suck His cock, to be His. His cock went deeper and deeper, going past the back of her throat down her throat. Her lack of gag-reflex was something she took pride in, the result of years of training. She couldn’t help herself, she had to start fucking herself with the enormous dildos. She felt such shame, was she completely without self-control? Was she just a wanton whore, a slut? YES! GOD, YES! She started slamming them in, all the while Tom fucked her face violently. When she thought it couldn’t get more intense, Tom reached down and pulled at her nipple-clamps. Her breasts were on fire! She started grunting, hollering, screaming out her lust. As she started cumming over and over again, waves of orgasm wracking her shaking body, Tom roared as he started shooting load after load of cum down her throat. -Lie there, whore. When I get back, your ass will get a good caning and a bad fucking. -Thank you, Sir. Thank you…

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