My Lord has turned on the surveillance camera and inserted the cone in my cunt. Then he plugs the wires into the monitor. I lie on my back with my legs spread and immediately start my Toning exercises - tightening, holding as long as I can, easing, and repeating. Over and over again. This morning I must register 2000 on the monitor. If I fail to exert enough pressure an alarm will sound and I will be zapped with an electrical shock. I know this because this has been my routine three times a day, every day for the past six months - ever since our wedding night.
Then when I finish this part of my duty he removes the cone and inserts a smooth weighted steel ball into me - today's ball weighs one and one half pounds. I am instructed to walk around the house holding the ball in with my cunt muscles. Today he sets the timer for ten minutes. I strain to keep it in but just before the timer rings my muscles let go and the ball falls out with a clang on the floor.
I know what the consequence for my failure is so I bend across the table and he flogs me with the cat of nine tails. After each lash I thank him and ask him for more discipline so that I will be a better wife to him. Fifteen lashes. He puts the whip away and I roll over. He fucks me hard - driving into me as he pulls my body towards him with each thrust. My blistered back sends currents of pain through my whole body but I raise myself to meet his thrusts and soon I am climaxing. I scream as my cunt convulses around his penis. I am thankful when I feel him emptying his load into me. Perhaps today I have been able to please him just a little.
He tells me to go and clean myself up and I dare to ask him if he will allow me to have ointment on my blistered back. He not only allows me but he tenderly applies it himself. My heart almost bursts with my gratitude and love for him. How I wish I could be a better wife to him. As I go about my morning chores I think back to my wedding which seems like a million years ago. I can scarcely remember any other life.
I was a virgin and David, which is my Lord's name, waited until we were in our new home which is a thousand miles away from all my family and friends, before he made love to me. It was the morning after we had arrived and I had been looking forward to having our love consummated but I was not prepared for brutality of the experience.
Once we were in the bedroom it was as if he became another person. He ordered me to strip off my clothes. Surprised by his attitude, I hesitated. He grabbed me and tore them from my body, threw me on the bed, spread my legs and entered me with a single brutal thrust. I screamed in agony as he plunged in and out of me like a pile driver until he dumped his load into me. Then he pulled out and told me that I was a very poor fuck and it would be necessary for me to learn how to please him. Also I would have to enter into a training program so that my cunt would be tighter.
Sobbing convulsively I listened as he outlined what my new married life was going to be like. Always when we were alone I was to address him as 'Lord' - never by his real name. I was never to disobey him and I was to rise before him in the mornings, make preliminary preparations for breakfast and then go and ask him if he wished me to shower him. Then when he was showered and dried I was to go down and prepare his breakfast while he dressed. While he ate I was to go and dress in the manner that he directed. If we were to go outside the house he would insert a device into my vagina which he could operate by a small remote control. If I displeased him in any way I would be zapped with a jolt of electricity. There were different levels of intensity and he warned me that I did not ever want to experience the highest level.
"Do you understand so far?"
"Yes, Dav . . . My Lord"
"Good, now go and dress properly. We are going for a walk in the park."