After the shower I got dressed and went downstairs. He was sitting in the lounge reading. I headed for the kitchen to make lunch. "Stop" he said "get back upstairs and put on your yellow dress and a pair of heels. And no underwear. Hurry, I'm hungry." I stood there confused. "Are you still here. Do you want to be punished." I turned and quickly went upstairs.
When I came down again I was in the yellow dress and 4 inch heels. He looked me up and down. "Open the top 3 buttons and the bottom 3." he ordered. When I'd finished there were just 2 buttons holding the dress together. My breasts were exposed and you could see right to the top of my legs. He had me stand in front of him and then slowly turn around. He ordered me to lift my dress exposing my vagina to his stare. After looking me over for several minutes he told me to go.
As I went to the kitchen he said that I was to wear dresses and skirts until I got some slut outfits.
My my head was spinning as I made lunch. We ate lunch at the table. When he had finished he ordered me on the table in front of him.
"Spread your legs, slut." My vagina was completely exposed to him. He ran his fingers across my slit. "Very nice, now make sure it stays that way. I don't ever want to find a hair down there again." He then leaned forward and licked my vagina. I jumped. "Stay still, slut." He licked up and down my labia. I was so humiliated. How could he lick me there. I felt his tongue enter me and probe about. He then withdrew and sucked on my clitoris. I shuddered. I tried to resist but could feel my body respond. He continued for about 15 minutes switching between my clitoris and inside my vagina.
He then stood up, removed his clothes and got up on the table. He positioned himself between my legs and then drove his cock into my wet vagina. He then kissed me. I moved my head away. I wasn't going to kiss him after what he had been doing.
He grabbed my nipple and pinched it so hard. I screamed. "Now kiss me, slut." He said "and use your tongue. Make sure you taste your cunt". He continued to pinch my nipple until I kissed him. I could taste myself off him. I wanted to get sick. By this time his cock was pounding me hard. "Does your cunt taste good" he asked and started kissing me again. I felt his hands grab my arse cheeks, then a finger entered my arsehole, then a second. He worked them in and out in rhythm with his cock. I felt like I was being torn apart. My arse really hurt.
He broke from from the kiss and looked down on me. "You're a slut." he said "what are you." He stared at me, waiting. He couldn't want me to answer, could he. He moved down to my breast and bit my nipple. The pain ripped through me and my scream filled the room.
"What are you." he asked again. "Please, don't make me say it." I begged.
"Ahhhhh." He'd bit my other nipple. "What are you." I looked into his eyes searching for some mercy " I'm your wife, the mother of our children." I sobbed.
The pain was intense as he bit down hard on my nipple again. I screamed as my body was rocked with the pain. "What are you."
I was defeated. I couldn't take any more pain. "I'm a slut." I mumbled, tears rolling down my face. Humiliated by my own husband.
"I can't hear you." he shouted at me.
"I'm a slut." I sobbed louder.
"Your Pauline and your a slut. What are you?"
"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. "Again." he ordered.
"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." He started laughing. " Keep saying it, slut."
"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I repeated again and again. He picked up his pace as he buried his cock deep inside me, lodging his fingers all the way up my arse. Soon I felt his penis erupt and spill his semen in me. When he finished he got up off the table and wiped his cock in my dress.
"Your going to make such a good little slut." he said as he looked down at me "I'm going to enjoy using your body as a fuck toy. We'll have dinner at 7. I'm going to shower and then watch some TV. When you've cleaned yourself up put on a blouse and skirt and bring me a beer." He picked up his clothes and before leaving turned to me and asked "What are you."
"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I stammered afraid of being punished again.
"Good slut, remember that."
He went upstairs, laughing.
I lay on the table, turned sideways, pulled my knees up under my chin and cried. What had happened me. My mind was in turmoil, my nipples were in agony and my arsehole was hurting. His semen spilt from my vagina on to the table. My life as a respectable wife and mother was turned upside down. Maybe he'd realise what pain he'd caused me and everything would go back to the way it was. He might be having some sort of breakdown. I'll make his favourite dinner and show him what a good wife I am. That's what I'll do. There has to be some way out of this nightmare.
I struggled down off the table. My legs gave way and I collapsed on the floor. Eventually I managed to make it on my hands and knees and to the bathroom.
