Chapter 1: Introduction
The gentle click of high heels on polished marble echoed against soaring cathedral ceilings, stealing Markus's attention from the glittering wall of wine bottles as Emily slipped back from the ladies' room. She drew the heads of every man and stinging envy from the women who glanced at her. A graceful swan among clucking chickens.
A smug grin tugged at his lips. He watched her trying to sit in the chair but he could see the discomfort the buttplug was causing her. He could help but smile at her pain.
She looked delicious and completely out of her comfort zone. Markus was in control tonight, and Emily would learn to accept that very soon.
She sat down carefully on the chair, crossing her long legs seductively. Her mini-dress slid up, revealing more creamy, bare skin. Her nipples pebbled, practically begging to be touched. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him, tightening his balls.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that Emily had ordered a bottle of white wine. He quickly shot her a look of contempt. He quickly changed the order. A rum for him and water for her. As the waiter walked away. He grabbed the chain attached to the clamps on her nipples, causing her to cry out in pain. You will not get anything to dull the pain in will give you tonight.
He murmured into her ear, as he roughly tugged at her chain again, this time holding on to it for a few seconds before letting it go with a flick of his wrist. Emily raised her hand to her mouth to suppress a cry.
The waiter returned with their drinks, breaking the tension that had built between them. Markus ordered their dinner, a thick porterhouse steak for himself, perfectly rare and a bowl of pasta for Emily, which she might not touch.
Emily tried to shift in her seat, the plug inside of her making every move a burning, stinging discomfort.
She clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut, but the pain was still there, an unwelcome reminder of her current predicament.
Markus watched her carefully, sipping his rum thoughtfully. The cruel smile tugging at his lips told her that he was enjoying every second of her discomfort. He leaned closer, his voice low and menacing in her ear. "Do you want to know why you're wearing that plug, Emily?"
She shook her head stiffly, not trusting herself to speak.
She was afraid of the answer and what it might mean for their relationship.
Markus chuckled softly, his hand reaching down to toy with the hem of her dress. "I think you know why. You've been a bad girl, Emily. Cheating on me, behind my back. I told you before that there would be consequences for such actions."
He let his fingers dance higher, tracing the curve of her thigh. She couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine, no matter how much she wanted to resist him.
She knew he was right, and the evidence of her infidelity still burned in her heart.
He grabbed her hand and placed it on the bulge growing in my pants. "My discomfort is really making you that horny!" "Yes."
Take my dick out, lean down, and suck it in front of everyone. She started to refuse, so he grabbed the chain and and pulled hard.
A loud whimper left her lips as the pain shot through her chest, straight to her nipples. "Do as I say, Emily, or I'll make this hurt even more." He snarled.
Her eyes were wide with shock as she slowly opened his pants. All the while, he watched her, his expression a dark mix of lust and cruelty.
She wrapped her fingers around his length, feeling him throb against her palm. The girth and length of him sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, drenching her thong but as so as she started to lean forward the buttplug shifted causing intents pain. She let out a squeak, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Markus noticed her distress and smirked. "Do you want me to take it out?"
She nodded eagerly, forgetting about their public setting.
Markus chuckled and shook his head. "Oh no, you have to earn that relief." He tugged on the chain again, causing her breath to hitch.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sank down onto him, swallowing him whole. She moaned around him as he hit the back of her throat, causing her eyes to water. Fear caused her to stop as the waiter returned to ask if they wanted dessert. She lifted her eyes up to see the waiter with a wicked grin.
She couldn't believe this was happening to her - the utter humiliation of sucking her husband's cock in a public place. She stopped moving, hoping the waiter couldn't see what was in her mouth but the waiter's eyes to widen with shock told her all she needed to know. She felt her husband's hand gripping her hair tighter, forcing her mouth down his dick, not caring about the people watching.
"Don't stop, Emily. Show the waiter how sorry you are for cheating on me." He hissed, his tone rough and dominant. She started to cry but continued her effort's at sucking his dick. Markus told the waiter he wanted another glass of rum but his wife is good.
The waiter smirked and left, leaving Emily to choke and gag on her husband's thick cock. She tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and the booze from his drink mixing on her tongue. Markus's grip on her hair tightened as he thrust his hips upwards, taking control of her movements. He didn't care if the waiter saw him face-fucking his wife at their table.
"Look at me, as I cum on your face" he demanded, his voice raspy with lust.
Emily obeyed, her eyes locked on his as he continued to thrust into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. "Fuck, you're so good at this."
Markus groaned loudly as he felt his orgasm building. He pulled her face back just enough for the first bit of cum hit her in the eye. She tried to move but his hand kept her in place as her face was covered with his cum.
The waiter chose that moment to return with his glass of rum. His jaw dropped as he took in the scene before him.
Markus's cum trickled down Emily's cheek, dripping onto her chest. He watched as the waiter's eyes widened in shock before quickly looking away, busying himself with polishing a wine glass.
"Suck him off, you like the taste of other men's dicks." Markus demanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Emily eye were filled with fear. Did she hear him correctly.
She couldn't believe her husband just implied she should suck off the waiter. She was still on her knees, her husband's cum still dripping down her face and chest.
"Wh-what are you suggesting?" Emily stuttered out, her voice weak and trembling.
Markus just smirked, his hand still gripping her hair roughly. "You heard what I said, Emily. Suit yourself, it's your punishment." He let go of her and started to tuck his dick back into his pants.
Emily looked up at him with a dazed expression, shock written all over her face. Markus just smirked at her, enjoying the power he held over her. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Don't forget, you're still wearing that plug. And you'll only get it out once you've learned your lesson."
Markus stood up, fixing his belt and buttoning his pants as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. Emily still kneeled on the floor, her mind racing.
"Now be a good little slut, open his pants, and suck his dick. I will not tell you again." Markus's voice was firm, brooking no argument. He walked away, leaving Emily behind like a piece of discarded gum on the bottom of his shoe. Emily sat there for a few more seconds, trying to process what had just happened.
The waiter stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with fear, as if he was scared of her husband too. This was the most humiliating and degrading experience of her life. She had never felt so powerless and weak. The sting of tears burned at the back of her throat, but she refused to give into it.
Not in front of this man, who watched with a mixture of shock and hunger in his eyes. She unzipped his pants slowly, her fingers trembling with nerves, before pulling out his semi-hard cock.
She hesitated momentarily, unsure about how to proceed. She had never done anything like this before. Not with someone she didn't know, not with a stranger. But she knew she had no choice. She wanted the pain to stop, even if it meant humiliating herself like this.
She wrapped her lips around the waiter's cock, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. Her mind went blank, and all that mattered was the pressure between her legs, the burning, stinging sensation that reminded her of her punishment.
The waiter groaned and threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her head in place as he started to thrust in and out of her mouth. Emily's eyes watered, but she didn't stop. She knew she couldn't. Markus was watching, and she didn't want to disappoint him again.
She took the waiter deep in her throat, her nose pressing against his pelvis as she gagged on him. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, and he smirked down at her.
"That's it, slut. Show me how sorry you are."
Markus was getting turned on watching Emily being degraded. His cock was rock hard again, ready for more action. Markus walked back to them and told his wife to lower her top and jerk him off on your tits.
Emily's eyes widened in shock, but she followed her husband's instructions, freeing her breasts from the confines of her dress. The chill in the air caused her nipples to harden, and the pain from the plug inside of her made her gasp.
She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking he, while he watched Emily's tits bounce with each movement. "Tell him how much you want this cum, Emily.
Beg him, or I'll make your punishment more unbearable." Markus's voice was a hiss in her ear, making Emily's skin prickle with shame. She whimpered, unable to believe that she was doing this. That her life had come to this.
The waiter's cock twitched in her hand, and she knew that he was close. "Please, I want your cum. Please..." She whispered, feeling the weight of her words settle heavy in her chest.
She couldn't believe she was pleading with a stranger to cum on her tits, but she didn't have a choice. She didn't want to bear the brunt of Markus's wrath. She felt the waiter's cock twitch in her hand, and then the warm sensation of his release as it coated her breasts.
Markus watched the scene unfold with a hunger in his eyes that Emily had never seen before. He was a man possessed, and she was his willing victim.
"Good slut. would you like that plug to be removed from your ass." "Yes please....sir"
He smiled. The "sir" part was a nice touch. "Bend over the table, lift you skirt up, and remove the plug."
Please, can I go to the restroom to remove it. Markus gave her a stair that told her shouldn't have asked him for that. She got up and bent over the table.
Her mini-dress was already hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare ass and the small plug that had been nestled there. Markus walked up behind her, admiring the sight of his wife's beautiful body on display.
"Don't move," he commanded, looking at the waiter, "What to you think of her ass." The waiter's eyes widened at the unexpected question, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from Emily's firm, round buttocks. "It's perfect," he breathed.
"Perfect for what?" Markus prompted, running his hands over the curves of Emily's ass, "Perfect for spanking."
Then why don't you do that. There is a $100 tip if you spank her hard.
Markus' words hung heavily in the air, and Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was her husband really asking a stranger to spank her? The waiter's eyes widened with surprise at Markus' words, but there was a hunger there too. She knew he was considering it, and the thought of it sent a rush of heat to her cheeks.
The waiter's hand coming down on Emily's shot pain through her body and a smile on Markus's face.
Emily's body jerked forward, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to process what was happening. Markus was asking a stranger to spank her, and the waiter was willingly complying.
Markus watched with a hunger in his eyes as the waiter's hand connected with Emily's bare ass again and again. Each strike sending a fresh wave of pain through her body, but Markus seemed to be enjoying it.
The waiter's hand came down harder and Emily whimpered, the pain becoming too much to bear. After a couple more slaps, Markus told the waiter to stop. He handed the waiter a $100 bill and ordered him to get him another rum. As the waiter walked away, Markus leaned down and wrapped his fingers around the base of the butt plug, gripping it firmly. He tugged and twisted it in a slow and torturous motion, making Emily whimper with need.
She wanted the plug out, but she also wanted to please him. She wanted to show him that she was sorry for her infidelity and that she was willing to submit to his desires.
He leaned in close and whispered filthy things in her ear. "You like that, don't you? You like being my little slut, taking whatever I give you." She nodded, unable to speak. She was too lost in the sensation of the plug and his dirty words.
He pulled the plug out slowly, savoring every inch of her tight little hole as it stretched around the plug.
She gasped as he removed it, the relief overwhelming. But Markus wasn't done with her yet, not by a long shot.
He ordered her to strip completely, her body trembling as she complied. She stood before him in all her naked glory, and he couldn't help but admire the sight of her. He ran his hands over her curves, feeling her body tremble under his touch. "Good girl," he murmured, rewarding her with a kiss on the forehead.
He sat back down at the table and ordered her to sit on his dick. She turned around and started to guide his cock to her pussy. He slapped her ass causing her bruised ass to scream the pain. "PUT IT IN YOUR ASS!"
Markus roared, the command echoing through the restaurant. Emily yelped in surprise, her whole body trembling like a leaf. Her heart pounded in her chest like a bass drum and her mind raced, scrambling to process what her husband had just demanded of her.
But Markus was not a man who took kindly to disobedience. He grabbed her hips with bruising force, yanking her down onto his cock with a harsh thrust. Emily cried out as she felt his thick length impale her, filling her up in an instant.
Her body stretched wide to accommodate him, bringing fresh waves of pain to her sore ass. But there was something else too, a pressure building deep within her - a raging need that only Markus could satisfy.
Markus groaned as he felt her tighten around him, the grip on his cock so intense that he felt like he could come any second. But he wasn't ready yet. Not by a long shot.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, gripping her hips as he started to thrust in and out of her.
Emily cried out as he took her, every movement causing her to feel like she was being ripped in two. The pain was almost unbearable, but she knew better than to refuse him. Markus didn't take kindly to disobedience.
He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her sore ass. Emily braced herself against the table, trying not to collapse under the weight of his thrusts. Sweat dripped from Markus' forehead and onto Emily's back, the salty droplets stinging her skin.
She couldn't believe she was here, bent over the table with her husband's cock buried deep inside of her ass. She felt so full, so completely dominated, and the feeling was intoxicating.
"You like that, don't you?" Markus growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "You like when I take your ass like this, claim what's mine."
Emily couldn't speak, couldn't form the words to tell him yes. Instead, she nodded frantically, her whole body shaking with pleasure. With one more forceful push, he cums in her ass. Forcefully he pulls out and looks at the rest of the room and asks, "who else wants to fuck ass!" At that moment Emily looks around and realizes that she is the only woman in the entire restaurant. Fear grows in her eyes as several men get up move towards her. "Do not move from this spot. They will all fuck yout ass, like the cheating slut you are." Tears ran down her face as the first man stepped up behind her. His hands were rough as they gripped her hips, dragging her back onto his cock. She cried out as he filled her up, her ass still sensitive from Markus' brutal fucking.
The man behind her didn't care about her pain, he just wanted to get off. He started to thrust into her in a relentless rhythm, each push sending a fresh wave of pain through her body. Emily could only whimper as the man groaned behind her, his breathing becoming ragged as he reached his peak.
He pulled out of her with a sloppy sound, and she could feel his hot cum dribbling down her legs.
She felt so used, so violated, and yet there was a strange thrill running through her veins. She had never felt so helpless, so exposed, and yet she couldn't deny the way her body was responding to the rough treatment.
Before she had a chance to gather her thoughts, another man stepped up behind her, his cock already hard and ready for her.
He didn't bother to be gentle, slamming into her with a force that made her cry out in pain. But the pain was quickly overtaken by pleasure, and she found herself pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Markus watched with a mix of pride and arousal as his wife took one cock after another in her ass. She was moaning now, her body trembling with pleasure. He couldn't believe how hot she looked, how completely submissive and wild.
He reached down to stroke his own cock, which was still hard and throbbing.
After the fifth man deposited his load in her ass, Markus grab his wife and had her hover a glass and told her to deposit all the cum into the glass. She felt the cum slid out of her ass, feeling empty and soar from the ass fucking, looking up at her husband defeat and humiliated. Markus just looked at her picking up the glass of cum "Drink it all! Do not spill any of it. And I better not see you gag at the smell or taste of your own shit."
Markus' words hung heavy in the air, and Emily's stomach twisted in disgust. But she knew better than to disobey her husband. She lifted the glass to her lips and took a deep breath before beginning to drink. The taste was vile, and she had to fight back the urge to gag. But she kept going, swallowing every last drop until the glass was empty.
This was the life Emily now lived, a life of submission and humiliation at the hands of her husband Markus.
She had never imagined that things would end up this way, but one fateful night changed everything. She had been caught cheating, a mistake she deeply regretted and was now paying the price for.
Markus had always been a dominant figure in their relationship, but after the cheating incident, his dominance reached new heights. He took control of every aspect of Emily's life, dictating what she wore, who she spoke to, and what she did. She was his property, his to do with as he pleased.
At first, Emily resisted, unwilling to submit to his demands.
But Markus was relentless in his pursuit of power and control, and eventually, Emily found herself broken down, her spirit crushed under the weight of his dominance.
The sex became a tool for Markus to exert his control, a way to remind Emily of her place in their relationship. He fucked her hard and raw, leaving her bruised and sore, but always craving more.
One night, after a particularly brutal fucking, Markus left Emily lying on the bed, her body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure.
He walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a small black box.
Emily watched him with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. She had no idea what was inside that box, but she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it.
Markus turned around and walked back over to the bed, his eyes glinting with excitement. He sat down next to Emily and opened the box, revealing a delicate silver chain with a small pendant in the shape of a key.
Emily's heart sank as she realized what it was.
It was a chastity belt, a cruel reminder that Markus now controlled her body completely.
"Please, Markus," Emily whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. "I can't wear that. It's humiliating."
"It's not up for discussion," Markus said sternly, his face hard. "You've proven that you can't be trusted to control your own desires. I'm taking that responsibility from you."
Emily felt a surge of anger and fear, but she knew better than to argue with him.
She closed her eyes, tears dripping down her cheeks as she felt Markus put the chastity belt on her. The cold metal pressed against her skin, a constant reminder of her loss of control.
Over the next few weeks, Emily's life became a living hell. Markus used the chastity belt to keep her constantly aroused, but denied her any release. She was constantly on edge, her body craving pleasure but unable to find it.
Markus took full advantage of Emily's vulnerable state, pushing her boundaries and making her do things she had never even imagined.
One night, he brought her to a fancy restaurant, dressed in a provocative outfit that he had picked out for her. She felt humiliated, sitting there in her skimpy dress, with the chastity belt digging into her skin beneath the fabric.
The tension between them was palpable as they waited for their food, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Emily couldn't stop thinking about how much she needed to cum, how her whole body was aching for release. She knew Markus could see the desperation in her eyes, and he reveled in it.
He took his time eating, savoring each bite as Emily grew increasingly restless beside him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they finished their meal. Markus stood up, extending his hand to Emily. "Come with me," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Emily's heart was pounding in her chest as she followed Markus out of the restaurant and into a nearby alleyway. It was dark and deserted, and Emily felt a shiver of fear run down her spine.
But she knew better than to disobey Markus. He was not a man who took well to defiance.
"Get on your knees," Markus commanded, his voice rough and raw with desire. Emily complied, her hands trembling as she reached up to undo his belt.
Her heart was racing as her fingers brushed against the cold metal of his zipper, the anticipation of what was to come nearly overwhelming. She couldn't believe that she was about to give in to her husband's demands, to let him use her body for his own pleasure.
But she had no choice, she was his property, his to do with as he pleased.
As she pulled down his zipper and reached into his pants, her heart raced with excitement and fear, her mind a mixture of shame and arousal. She wrapped her hand around his large, hard cock and looked up at him, feeling small and vulnerable under his intense gaze.
"You better make me cum, slut," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair as he thrust his hips forward, pressing his cock deeper into her mouth.
"If you want me to even think of forgiving you, you're going to worship my cock like the fucking king it is."
Emily's eyes watered as she struggled to take him in, but she didn't dare disobey. She nodded frantically, her hands gripping his thighs as she sucked and licked at his thick shaft. Markus groaned in pleasure, his grip on her hair loosening as he began to lose himself in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him.
He cum down her throat. He remained there letting his dick grow soft in her mouth. They out of not where she felt a warm liquid start to feel her mouth. She thought was he peeing in my mouth?
She wanted to pull away and spit it out, but his grip in her hair was too strong. She could feel the warm liquid dribbling down her chin and onto her chest, the smell hitting her nose before she could process what was happening.
"Swallow it, slut", he growled, pushing his hips forward again, forcing her to take him deeper.
She did as she was told, gagging on his dick as she swallowed his piss. When he was done, he pulled out of her mouth with a satisfying pop, leaving her gasping for air.
He wiped his cock on her face, smearing the remnants of his piss and cum across her lips. Emily's stomach turned as she realized what had just happened, but she dared not speak or move.
Markus zipped up his pants, a smug smile on his face as he looked down at her. "Good girl," he said, patting her head like she was a dog. "Now, we're going to go back into that restaurant and finish our dinner like normal people.
You will sit across from me and engage in polite conversation. But when we get back to our hotel room, things are going to be very different."
Markus's voice was low and dripping with promise. Emily's heart raced as she tried to process what he was saying. Was he really going to make her do all those things?
She started to feel a twinge of fear and anxiety creeping in, but she quickly pushed it down. She had no choice but to comply.
After all, Emily was Markus' property now, and she had to do as he said. She stood up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She could still taste the bitter tang of his piss in her mouth. Markus smirked at her, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good girl," he said again, as if praising a dog.
They walked back into the restaurant, and Emily sat down across from Markus, trying to compose herself. She could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her, and she knew they could tell what had just happened.
She could feel the heat of a blush creeping up her cheeks, but she kept her composure, forcing herself to smile and engage in polite conversation with her husband.
They finished their dinner in silence, and Markus paid the bill. Emily could feel the weight of anticipation building in the air as they walked back to their hotel room.
As soon as they were inside, Markus turned to her, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low and husky with desire.
Emily hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he was going to do to her, and she was equal parts terrified and aroused.
But she dared not disobey him. She slowly began to undress, her fingers trembling as she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She let the dress fall to the floor, pooling around her feet like a puddle of silk.
Markus' eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
His gaze was intense, almost predatory, and Emily felt a shiver of fear run down her spine.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. Emily complied, sinking to the floor with her heart racing. She could feel her body trembling with anticipation, not knowing what he was going to do to her next.
Markus stepped closer to her, his footsteps almost silent on the plush carpet. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing gently.
"You're mine, Emily. Say it."
Emily's heart raced as his hand tightened around her throat. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Louder," Markus growled, his hand squeezing harder.
"I'm yours," Emily cried out, her voice rising in pitch. She could feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, the fear and excitement mixing together in a potent cocktail of desire.
Markus removed his hand from her throat and leaned down, his hot breath fanning across her cheek.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with praise.
Emily's heart skipped a beat at his words, the praise sending a rush of warmth through her body. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, how her body was screaming for more.
Markus' hands moved down her body, caressing her curves and sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. She could feel her body responding, growing wetter by the second.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Emily," Markus growled, his voice thick with desire.