Mary ground against the pillow as hard as she could. It wasn't enough. It was never enough.
That was exactly why her husband allowed her to do it. He'd forbidden her from pleasuring herself any other way, but told her she could grind as much as she liked because he loved how it just made her more desperate and frustrated.
His demands had gotten stricter and crueler ever since she'd shared her fantasies with him. Fantasies about being dominated, about being denied, about him seeing other women, about him fucking them in front of her.
She'd awaken something in him, something beyond what her perverted imagination had thought possible. And it turned her on more than she'd ever believed. So much that he kept her locked up whenever he left.
The teasing and dirty talk he inflicted left her dripping and desperate, but she could usually stop herself from torturing her poor denied pussy. But when he was out with one of his lovers it was too much. She'd rub as hard as she could, imagining what he was up to. At what she might look like, what she might taste like. Today was even worse because he was bringing a woman home.
He didn't do this often. Only when he knew it was someone who was strong enough to dominate her. Who wasn't just comfortable with taking her husband in front of her, but also with bringing Mary's denial into their fucking.
"If you're just sitting there, what's the point of having you in the room," her husband had said.
Most of his girlfriends never met that bar, and until they did Mary would never know their name or what they looked like. So, she was forced to wonder if every woman she saw had fucked her husband. A fact that made even a trip to the supermarket a humiliating tease that left her wet through her belt.
This new woman was special, more than the others he had brought home. Or so her husband had said, though he'd never told her why.
He'd been seeing this one for months now, longer than anyone before, and only describing what they did in the vaguest of terms. It must have been hot because he'd come home flushed with is eyes on fire. Half the time he was so drained he could barely stand, the other half so horny he'd have Mary suck him off over and over as he shared tantalizing whispers with her.
The hints were another wonderful form of tease and denial, and her husband played that game expertly in every form. Giving her just enough to start her perverted imagination running, but always leaving her wanting more. She'd spent hours thinking about this mystery woman, weaving together fragment's her husband let slip into a fantasy Mary was sure no woman could match.
Then She walked in the door.
No knock, no warning, She strode into Mary's house like she owned it, with Mary's husband trailing behind. One glance at her and Mary slid down from couch arm she was grinding against, to kneel before Her.
"A good start," She smiled, "I think I am going to enjoy you quite a lot."
Mary shivered.
She grabbed Mary's face, turning it till she was looking Mary straight in the eye.
Mary was trapped in those eyes. Eyes that were so hard, so sharp, so cold, like blades of ice that pierced Mary to her core, leaving her mind and soul just as naked as her body.
"Pretty enough I suppose," She said, those eyes taking in every part of her, "That's good. He promised me that you were, or I wouldn't have bothered. I don't pick up rubbish, and a woman who doesn't have what it takes to keep their man is rubbish, and so is any man who drags rubbish around or keeps trash in in his house.
"You have what it takes, you could have kept him, if you tried. Dangled those tits. Pursed those pretty lips and offer to suck him off," She squeezed Mary's jaw, forcing her mouth open and running a finger around her lips and teeth, then shoving it deep inside.
The sudden intrusion made Mary's throat convulse and tears stung her eyes. Or maybe that was the humiliation as this woman tore her open, pulling out truth and described them like she was dissecting Mary's soul.
"You had everything you need to be a happy little wife, with a happy little husband. If you'd tried even a little you wouldn't be here on your knees choking on another woman's fingers," the tears were streaming down Mary's face now, but she could not look away, trapped by those eyes as much as the iron grip on her jaw, "or maybe not if you're so stupid you can't figure out that when someone shoves something in your mouth they want to you to SUCK! ON! IT!"
With each word she shoved her fingers deeper down into Mary's throat. Mary struggled not to gag, as her degradation continued, "Or are you too lazy to bother with that either? Can't be bothered to even try and make someone happy. I said suck!"
Mary sucked, desperately and greedily. She needed to obey, but she wanted to do more, to serve, to give her all to this woman. To show those cold hard eyes her devotion.
And then the eyes softened, just slightly. Cold blades of ice became cool, soothing pools. A balm after the burning scrutiny of before.
"I see. So, you can try. You weren't too lazy kept him. You chose not to. No, more than that, you pushed him to this. You needed this. For him to go out, to find someone who could see what you really are," she cooed at Mary as her grip loosened, pulling her fingers Mary's throat to caress her face. A caress that was affection and humiliation in equal parts, smearing spit and bile from the depths of Mary's throat across her face, hair, and neck.
When her hand was finally clean, she smiled at Mary, "And I do see, I see more than you ever did. I think you will do quite nicely. Now let's put that mouth of yours to work again, getting your husband and I ready. I do hope you know how to properly tongue an ass, or I will be a long night."
Mary would not disappoint, "Please let me lick your beautiful asshole."
She laughed, her eyes sparkling, "Oh you are an eager one. Not lazy at all, just a little dense sometimes."
"Your body knows what it wants," She reached down, rolling one of Mary's rock-hard nipples between her fingers, drawing out a moan before resting her palm between her breasts "and you've got the heart to follow it."
Her hand raised and tapped Mary's cheek, "Just need to get through your thick head. Don't worry dear, I deal with a thick head."
Smack. The slap stung, but when the hand returned it was again a caress, "And I will. As long as you are willing to learn, I will correct any silly little mistakes that head gets you into."
"Thank you, Mistress, being so patient with me," Mary's reply was rewarded with another slap.
"I didn't tell you to call me that yet. I might be fucking your husband, but you know Mistress means more than that," her voice hard as she corrected Mary, but her eyes still sparkled as she waited for Mary to reply.
