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Part 2 Rose’s Thorny Weekend continues

After watching his wife be ravaged by a gang of alpha men and watching her cum like she never had before, Duke’s rage at Rose’s betrayal with the conman and thief Sean Gerson was mostly assuaged. His plan had worked to perfection. Trent/Sean was headed to prison; Rose had been severely punished, and he had upended the terms of their relationship. And one more thing: “no more Mr. Niceguy; he would do as she was told, or else!”

He came to terms with his teeny peenie problem. He managed to cum twice while the men tied up and worked Rose, while filming the cuckold gangbang video. It shocked him how much he enjoyed watching his wife get fucked by big cocks and suffer humiliation and bondage. And, she looked like she was enjoying just as much.

Paul was dynamic and persuasive man and Duke had quickly learned much from him. While still in the throes of Rose’s devastating betrayal and his resultant arousal, Duke Googled “cuckold” and found a bunch of porn sites. Most of the cuckold scenes he watched seemed fake. But he saw one of Paul’s clips and thought it more realistic. It wasn’t amateur hour, with bad lighting and shaky camera work, or ultra-professional with actors. It seemed real…, like the people were real, but with better production values.

He found his way to Paul’s site and submitted his wife as a candidate. Paul reached out almost instantly and spoke to Duke on the phone for a long time explaining not just the process, but tips on how to approach the situation. He had immediately recognized Rose’s potential, just from the pictures Duke sent. She was gorgeous, had real presence, and she was the image of a beautiful hot wife, not like a Hollywood bimbo made up to look like a housewife.

Duke had sent a capture from the bar footage, of “Trent” and Rose drinking piss. She looked sideways at “Trent” with a broad smile, but Paul read submission in her big blue eyes. The big boobs, the hot body, and the Miss Texas smile; she was perfect!

After talking to Duke for an hour on the phone. Paul decided to take the five-hour trip from Manhattan. So sure he’d be able make the deal, before leaving, he called his colleague Jack to make arrangement for the shoot. He always had costumers ready to pay to be in these. He had Jack on equipment and logistics, and called his friend Marco the “Chateau” owner, to rent it for the weekend.

Normally, in these situations, the cuck was prepared to be a cuck, and sometimes even submit to a dominant like Paul. But, it became clear early in their conversation that Duke was different. He wanted to “top from the bottom,” as it were. The unusual turn intrigued Paul, and he spent an afternoon tutoring Duke on being a Dom, within his peculiar situation.

Duke was no longer interested in fucking his wife. He hadn’t been for a long time. It was too much pressure and he could tell she hated it. He assumed that was all there would be for him for the rest of his life. Paul gave him the tools to channel that energy in a different direction. Masturbating while watching “Trent” and Rose on the surveillance footage, he felt weak and humiliated. He was ashamed he had not been able to please his wife all these years, and even more watching a conman sexually abuse and defile his wife had excited him enough to jerk off. Talking to Paul allowed him to accept this desire without feeling small and perverse.

“After all,” Paul reminded him, “she seems to love it. You’ll finally be giving her what she wants. What she needs… See…, Duke. She couldn’t help it. It’s nature/nurture. Something in her makes her crave this, just like something in mine makes me want to give her what she craves. It could have been her upbringing or a specific sexual experience, witnessing a sex act, or all of the above. The point is: if you can provide her what she needs and some of what you need, and you’ll both be happier… and richer, ha ha!”

In the video, Duke was to punish his wife soon after the shoot, after catching her again with abusers. That’s how it would appear on the website. But in reality, after they untied her, Duke carried her tenderly to the spa, settled her in the hot tub, carefully taking off her shoes and the shreds of her once hot dress. The real staff, a ghostlike maid (dressed in a very official looking uniform) placed a tray with champagne on ice and two flutes nearby.

They quietly sat in the hot water, while the jets gently massaged their bodies. Duke didn’t quite know how to begin. But, finally, Rose spoke up.

“Duke, I’m so sorry…”

“No… Rose, look… erm… I forgive you. I’m not mad at you anymore. I realize how hard it must have been on you all these years. But things are gonna be different now. You and me… we are gonna have a different kind of relationship. I been trying to be what I thought you wanted… all these years, but neither of us want that. I’m ready to embrace a different role now, and I want you embrace yours!”

He meant to affect a tone of command, as Paul had taught him, gorukle escort but his voice cracked a little at the end. Rose knew what he meant. She had to submit to her husband, as she had already done to another man behind his back. But, beyond that, she knew exactly what she needed and was ready to leave him for it. Duke had shown some grit plotting his revenge, she had to give him that much, but could he stop being a pussycat and really be her Dom?

She planned to test him. She would submit to him, but she made sure he understood that he would never fuck her again. She was clear on her needs now, and if Duke wasn’t up to it, she would find someone who was. “That Paul… he sure knew what he was doing.” He’d be a great Dom, and she could get guys like these all the time. Her whole body quivered at the thought, as Duke massaged her big sore tits.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to punish you for tonight’s transgressions, whore!”

This time he managed the tone better and Rose smiled as he twisted her puffy nipples for emphasis. She wasn’t quite ready to fully submit to him, but she’d give him a chance. They were both quite exhausted and staggered upstairs and passed out on the big bed after just two glasses of champagne.

The next morning would be the test. Paul and Jack remained to assist, and the paying clients had gone. Duke was up with the sun; he met with Paul and Jack in the dungeon to plan the shoot. This would be like the sequel to the gangbang scene. Typically, this would be the new Dom punishing the sub, for some infraction, with the cuck watching for the humiliation effect.

This would be a twist: having the husband punish the wife and become the Dom. This was an element that made Paul’s videos more authentic than others. The staged drama was parallel to the real drama between the two principles. Porn actors are notoriously bad, but these two would not really have to act; this is what was going on in their actual lives. But Duke’s anger had vanished and he was worried about motivation for the scene.

The men were discussing options for tying her up, the benefits and limitations of roping her big tits, a cane versus a whip, or strap, tone of voice: should he be calm and cruel, or hot and angry? She padded down to the basement wearing a bathrobe and nothing else; her big tits poking out of the top carelessly. Her body freshly washed and scented. They all smiled at each other and at her as she entered.

“Mornin’ boys. Soo, how you gonna torture me today?” She shouted good-naturedly.

“Why, good morning, slut!” Paul intoned.

Paul smiled his pearly whites, reached out and grabbed a skein of her golden still damp hair, looked archly over at Duke, and shoved his tongue in her mouth until she was breathless. She was in shock. She couldn’t gauge her response, so she just kissed him back getting sloppy right away and moaning desperately.

Duke, who despite having made peace with the situation, was suddenly enraged by the dis, came over and pulled her off Paul by the hair and let her down onto her knees. He nudged her chin up gently. He looked deeply into her eyes and sneered.

“Why… you’re nothing but a common fuckin’ WHORE! You’re going to fuck a lot of guys, but I’ll be fucking in control, Bitch!”

Slap! Slap! Slap! He struck her hard, which straightened her right up. He looked at her expectantly and waved his other hand turned her by the chin with the other. Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Thank you, Sir, please may have another!” She semi-grudgingly chanted.

He struck her again, and she looked at the ground submissively, put her hands behind her back, and pushed her heaving tits out from her robe.

“Fuck, fuuuuck! Wait, wait, wait! We’re not getting any of this!” Paul shouted. He pulled out his tablet and pointed Jack to the mobile camera.

Her cheeks were crimson red already and she had tears welling in her eyes, but a smile on her face. Maybe Duke could do it after all, she thought, as she waited for Jack and Paul to begin recording the now impromptu session, after all the planning and set up they had a perfect moment, but they missed it on camera. Paul hoped they could keep the flow and continue with the same energy. He had purposely tried to inflame Duke.

They all donned the masks of the previous night, and were once again recording. Duke continued by mauling his wife’s tits savagely. They had discussed three options for tying her up for the punishment. They all agreed whatever they did should focus on her big titties. Paul knew his demo and what a hit those tits would be with his subscribers.

Duke knew how much she used those tits as capital in regular life: getting out of traffic tickets, bargaining with a vendor; just a flash of those bubs turned men to jelly. And he knew too how proud she was of them and how much it would mean to mark them. In the end, with the impromptu development, they went with the simplest most accessible plan.

Jack mounted the camera on a tripod and roped her tits at the base and tied a knot between bursa görükle escort them and clipped it to the winch rope. They started with her in the kneeling position with her hands behind her back, but not tied. All three men came over naked. As she looked up at them, she smirked a little at the comparison of the three.

Her husband’s tiny peenie was barely visible below his pot belly and the other two men’s enormous cocks stuck out below their rock-hard abs like black batons. The smirk did not go unnoticed; and gave Duke enough motivation to play his part with passion.

“Bitch!? You laughing at my little dick?!”

“Yes! If you can call it that! I mean look at them and look at you, honey.”

Rose was playing her role and understood as with the kiss from Paul that humiliating her husband was bound to yield more satisfying punishment and play better for the cameras.

“Oh, you’re gonna learn, bitch! I know you’re a whore, but now, you’re going to be my fucking whore. After, we had paid by letting them fuck you, you came back here to fuck them behind my back?!”

“Yeah, well, Duh!”

“Oh, yeah, well, you gonna pay for that now, bitch!”

He slapped her again, and Jack handed him a riding crop. He waved it around near her face, so she could see the strap. He tapped it against her erect roped tits.

“You’re rather proud of these? Aren’t you, whore?!”

“Yes… I am…”

He whipped the crop down, and she screamed from the sting. He struck her a few more times and her alabaster skin turned bright red and purple bruises appeared. Duke, then lifted a roll of fat and found his teeny Vienna sausage and aimed it at her freshly struck tits. His dick was small, but his bladder was huge; he kept pissing down the cleft of her tits created by the ropes.

He shook his micropenis, as if she were a urinal and moved out of the way for Jack’s much larger cock ready to fill her mouth with piss. Followed by Paul. They all called her names while she was defiled and humiliated by their urine, but as Paul and Jack pissed on her she moved in to try to catch their cocks in her mouth; her husband, she only passively let piss on her tits.

With her massive tits still covered in piss, Duke went back to the crop and slapped at them making some cuts into her flesh from the repetitive striking. Her nipples were aflame and tits ached. She wasn’t grinning at Duke’s small dickie, now.

Jack raised the winch and her to a standing position, by her big fat tied-up tits.

“Bitch! You like those big cocks, dontcha?”

“Yes, not like your little pencil stub, sweetheart!”

“I’m gonna let you get those cocks and many more, but you are going to have to submit to me first, whore.”

He struck the tender skin just under her roped breasts, and she bawled and reeled back from the pain and swayed hanging from her massive tied up tits, her only balance. She made no verbal response, however. And Duke struck her again. This time right between her legs lashing her rather large and engorged clitoris.

She lost her footing and screamed from the pain.

“OK, ok, ok!” She screamed, finally giving in to her cuckolded husband.

In her mind, this was only a probationary submission. She was still not sure Duke had what she needed, but he was doing well so far. She felt the same anticipation she had felt with “Trent.” But she’d have to see if he could keep it up. Plus, Jack and Paul served almost as training wheels for Duke, could he achieve the same effect without them?

“Okay, slut: this is how it’s gonna be from now on. You will be my property, and I decide who gets to fuck you. Don’t worry, you won’t have to touch my tiny dick, but I say who fucks you and when and for how much. You’re gonna be my real whore.

“These guys are willing to pay to fuck you, but first you have to pay me… Yes?”

“What do you want, sir?”

“Y’ know finding out my wife of ten years was nasty sub whore who likes to be fucked and humiliated by other men was painful for me.”

“I’m so so sorry, Sir!!”

“Husband and wife should feel each other’s pain. I want you to feel my pain.”

“Yes, Sir. Please I’d like that!” She said with sincerity.

“I want to reclaim you as mine. Purge your sins against me and start a different path.”

“Yes!”

Jack came over and whispered in Duke’s ear and handed him a large bullwhip. This had always been in the plan; Jack had instructed and Duke had practiced for an hour on a mannequin.

“You want to whip hard enough to raise welts, but careful of cutting too deep. You don’t want to leave permanent scars… or… at least, not yet. Her skin is fresh and supple; that’s a premium. You can see what that other guy did. He knew what he was doing. Leaving marks that last a week or two will better use of the whore.

“After a while the skin will toughen up, and you’ll need to strike harder for the same effect. Once a whore is used up like that, she’ll fetch a lower price, but some guys do go for that because they can strike harder. But, be careful who gets access to her because they will scar up your bitch. You gotta treat ‘er like an investment. She can make you a lot of money, but you have to keep her in good running order.”

Duke practiced diligently and took Jack’s advice to heart. The rage he’d felt before had subsided, and he threw himself into this new role trying to shake the baggage. Would he have had this bullwhip in his hand, when he first discovered her betrayal, he might have ripped her skin off with it. But now he saw the practicality and benefit of restraint, especially with the kind of money Paul was talking about.

He looked at his wife’s hot tied up body, her beautiful tits tied and suspended, holding up most of her weight. He’d already struck them with the crop and left marks on them. He rotated her to see her plump backside, still a bit too big according to Jack. He squeezed her plump ass roughly and grazed her butthole with his fat fingers.

She squirmed and squealed. The rotating tightened the ropes holding her tits up and pushed her onto her tiptoes to keep some of weight off her now purple breasts. He let her smell the whip and then placed it in her mouth as he fondled and her breasts from behind and fingered her bald pussy.

“My little whore, let’s have some fun, shall we? The boys are excited to fuck you, as I’m sure you are?”

“Uhm, hmm!” She nodded coyly with the whip in her mouth.

“I think we can come to a fair price for what you want them to do to you.” She nodded assent.

“The coin of the realm is lashes from my leather friend here. I suppose you want to suck their cocks?”

“Uuhmmm, hmmm!” she moaned coyly.

“Fuck your pussy? Your ass? DP you in both holes?”

“Uuuuhmmmm, hmmm!”

“You want to cum, right?” She did.

“Let’s call that… six acts. I will whip you five times for each before and five times for each orgasm after. So, we’ll start with thirty lashes. I’m gonna concentrate on your back, but… my God, I want to see what this thing will do to those fat tits. Fair?”

As he finished his proposal, he took the whip from her mouth and grazed her all over with it,.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!”

“Oh… and I want you to beg for each lash and keep count.”

He let her beg for the first and struck her fat butt cheeks. It was a little lighter than he had practiced, but increased his force as he went on. He moved up her back in criss-cross fashion leaving bright red marks down her back.

When he reached ten, he let her have a break; Jack and Paul came over, lowered her to her knees, let her drink some water, and suckle their cocks to calm herself. She was shuddering and teary, but sucking on their cocks seemed to relieve her. Her tits also had a break as they left the rope slack. She wasn’t full-on sucking cock, just letting them tease her with the promise of more after the whipping. Duke said the break would cost her five more lashes.

After about ten minutes, Duke came over to restart. He had a proposition for her: he brought over a large buttplug and some lube and handed it to Jack.

“I bet you’d like that pretty pink hole filled up while a whip you, you nasty whore!”

“Umm, yes, Sir. I’d love that!”

He nodded to Jack, who approached her reddened bottom.

“That will just cost you five more lashes. Fair?”

“Yes, please, Sir!”

Paul came face-to-face with her and pulled her asscheeks open for Jack to insert the plug, while pressing himself up against her front; his meaty cock pressing against her crotch. Jack squirted a glob of lube and the eased the plug in slowly and sensuously. She undulated against Paul trying to help it get in. She moaned excitedly when the plug hit home and her anal ring closed in around the base.

“Does that feel nice, whore?”

“Yes, Sir. It’s lovely! Thank you!”

He nodded once more to Jack, who pushed a button on remote and her buttplug buzzed and oscillated inside her hole. She moaned urgently, just as Jack turned it off.

“You don’t have tell me. I could tell you liked that. Just five more lashes, yes?”

“Oooh, yes, Sir. Please!”

“You can have it on only while I whip you.

“Listen, I want you do something for me, to show me you’ve truly submitted and aren’t just playing along.”

“Yes, Master!”

“I want you to cum for me while I whip you, knowing it’s going to cost you five more lashes later. Would you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Ooh, yes, yes. Honey, I will!”

He gave Jack the signal and began whipping without her counting or begging. He tried to set a pace and build up like he was making love to her. Jack manipulated the remote to increase the intensity slowly. Together they brought her to the very edge. Duke knew she was close; with tears in his eyes and losing a bit of the command he had been trying to maintain said,

“Beg permission, whore…”

“Please may I, ummm… plea… please may I cum, Master?!”

“Go ahead whore, cum,!”

He swung the whip hard and for the first time may have broken the skin. At the same time, he felt himself nearing an orgasm he reached below and found his tiny package and tweezed it with his thumb and index finger. That was enough for him to cum along with his besotted wife.

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