The morning after my gang rape, I was sore, but happy. Ryan had given me my fantasy, and I loved him so much for it. We made love several times that day, and went on a hike, and I gave him head at the top of a small mountain. I was living my dream honeymoon, and wearing my pink leather collar with gold 'cum dumpster' stitching on it with pride.
"Babe, I want to talk about your collar," he said moments after I had swallowed his load, and we were looking out at the view from atop the mountain.
"Don't worry, I do not plan on wearing it all the time." I smirked winking at him.
"No, I was thinking that maybe your collar would be a signal for us. If you wear it, you give me permission to dominate you, and it doesn't come off until I say so or we go to sleep. And If I want to initiate dominating you, I put it at your sink before bed, and you can put it on if you agree, and when you wake you will be my cum dumpster."
I immediately felt wet at this idea, and nodded.
"I'm a little too sore to have you do anything too rough right now, so may I take it off, Master?" I asked with a hard swallow.
He nodded.
I took the collar off, and handed it to him. When we got back to the cabin, we put it on the dresser, and it sat there until our last night. When I went to brush my teeth for the night, it was laid in front of my sink bowl. I sighed a nervous sigh and put it on, and joined Ryan in bed. He smirked at the sight of the collar.
"Wake me with a blowjob." He wasn't in charge yet, but when I woke up he owned me.
When I woke, I had my head resting on his chest, and I felt my collar. My cheeks got hot with excitement and nerves. I remembered my first command and moved as gently as possible, down to his lap. His cock was already hard, and I could see my own juice dry on his cock from the previous afternoon.
I gently and slowly started slurping on him. I worked it further and further into my mouth, and it wasn't long before I felt his hand on my butt, holding my cheek with his fingertips touching the center if my crack. He held firm and it sort of hurt, but I picked up the pace and started sucking him like a greedy little slut.
He pulled the sheet off and I looked up at him smiling with his cock in my mouth. He took his hand from my ass, and grabbed my hair, and pulled my head off of his cock. He raised his legs up so his knees were at his chest.
I looked at him, embarrassed by what I thought he wanted and he nodded. I moved and began eating his ass. His balls rested on my eyes as I licked my husbands asshole thoroughly. He was clean and I was grateful for that. He sometimes liked me to give him sweaty blowjobs, and I didn't mind but a sweaty stale rimjob would be too much.
I felt like I was licking for a long time, before he had me resume sucking his cock, which didn't last long. I gulped down his cum, and looked up at him, with a smile.
"I expect you to thank me for anything I give you," he said sternly.
"Thank you for your cum, Master" I said my pussy was soaking in excitement.
"Today, you're going to be my personal urinal..." he said, his cock softening beneath my chin. "Any time I pee, you will consume it."
Prior to my rape, I had never drank pee, and I didn't like the taste. But I nodded.
"You will not spill a drop or you will be punished. When I am done, you will mouth wash and brush your teeth again."
I nodded. He guided my head down until his cock tip was between my lips, and he began urinating into my mouth. I gulped and gulped focusing on getting it down before my mouth filled too much, and not on the taste, which I was not enjoying.
Once he was done, he pulled my head off his cock, and I went to mouthwash and brush my teeth. My stomach felt odd with his pee sitting in me. I was still very wet.
When I returned to the bedroom, there was a buttplug with a pink jewel on the base, and my running clothes, laid out.
"I'm going to take a shower, and start packing up. I want you to run with that in." He told me, and I knew things were going to get kinky.
Running with my plug in was a challenge. After the first mile I started getting into it, but never got my normal pacing going. When I got back, I was dripping with sweat, and he was in the driveway packing the car up.
"May I shower before we go, Master?" I asked, between huffs of air.
"Yes, clean the plug, shower and enema, and replace the plug, and make breakfast. I'm going into town I'll be back by the time breakfast is ready."
I stripped naked in the front door and started getting ready. He had packed away all my clothes. I figured I would dress when he came back.
I cleaned the plug with dishsoap and rinsed it and let it sit in on the counter in the bathroom, and cleaned myself as thoroughly as I could, inside and out, made my hair look pretty for him, he liked it in curls. Then I went to the kitchen and found the ingredients for omelettes and bacon. I began cooking, and he walked in with a smile. He was holding a non descript paper bag, brought it into the bedroom, and came back out and kissed me.
"Do you enjoy your plug?" He asked as he gave it a gentle tug. I winced nervously.
"Yes, Master."
I served him his breakfast, and then ate across from him, naked. He had seen my tits millions of times, but still looked at them lustfully every single time.
"You are beautiful," he told me, and I blushed.
"Thank you Master, you're handsome."
When we were done eating and I had done the dishes, he told me there was an outfit waiting for me laid out on the bed.
"But first, I need to pee." He stood up, and unzipped and pulled his soft cock out.
I knelt and looked down in shame, and took the head in my mouth. I gulped down my second helping of pee for the day, feeling it sit with the food and the first helping in my stomach. I felt quite full.
I went and gargled and brushed my teeth and burped and could taste the urine, and I brushed again.
In the bedroom, I found a black pleated skirt, that when worn low on my waist would leave an inch of my ass hanging out, and just barely cover my pussy. There was a sheer white sleeveless top that would show significant underboob. Then there were a pair of knee high white socks, and a pair of tennis shoes. There were no panties or bra with the outfit.
I dressed, and felt like this was an amazing outfit for seducing my husband, but inadequate for the three hour drive home we had coming.
"You look fucking hot," Ryan said as I returned to the main room.
"Thank you Master, but I'm nervous about going out in this."
"Do you trust me?"
I nodded softly. He took my chin and kissed me. "I love you, and I will always take care of you, even when you are in your cum dumpster role, and I am your tormentor, owner, user. You are my wife and the love of my life, first."
I teared up, and nodded with a smile.
"Are you ready to go home?"
I nodded.
On the passenger seat of the car, was a pink Lovense vibrator, and a hitachi wand, the wand was plugged into the car.
"Put the pink inside you, and start using the wand on your clit," he said as he began driving. I slid the pink egg into myself, I was wet enough that there was no resistance and it slipped in. It pulsed slowly inside of me.
"How does it feel?" He put his hand on my bare thigh, and my heart started beating a little harder, and the pulse did too.
"It picked up speed." I breathed slow, feeling out of control and the pleasure growing.
"I synced it with your pulse from your watch."
