Chapter 1: She Becomes my Slave
“I’ll do anything you want”
Those were her words as she begged me to let her return, we had been married 17 years and I had grown fed up with her jealous tantrums. The final straw had come the year before when, while at a beach, I had looked up at a woman clad in a bikini and my wife had flown into a rage and attempted to attack the woman, the result had been our divorce. Now she was standing before me, tears running down her face saying those words.
It had been a long year and bed partners had been few and far between, I was feeling horny and the word anything caused my cock to give a little jump there in my pants.
“Anything can mean a lot of things.” I said deliberately letting my eyes move over her body, resting pointedly on the V of her crotch for an extra minute before returning to her face.
She flushed under the look, “I mean it, whatever you want from me you can ask and I’ll do it.”
Again I looked her over, 5’3”, about 140 lbs, slightly chubby but with a nice 38D pair of tits and, as I well knew a warm, tight, cunt just made to be fucked. My cock stirred again, “remove your clothes.” I said.
She looked at the open window overlooking an adjacent apartment complex, “Here, someone might be looking and see me.”
“Anything I ask eh! But when I ask you whine. No, I don’t think so, you’ll have to go a lot farther than just strip in sight of an open window if you expect me to trust you again.” I walked over to her and gave her tits each a squeeze. “Too bad to, I wouldn’t mind keeping you around for fucking.”
“Is that all you want me for, don’t I mean anything to you anymore?” the tears had started to flow again and my hand tightened around her left tit.
“What else am I supposed to feel after all the troubles you caused me?” I stated, “The only good things you’ve left me with are the memories of using your tits and ass. If I allow you to come back to me it will be to use them for my pleasure,” My eyes went deep into hers and I added “and there won’t be any limits.”
She stood quietly her head bowed; only a few soft sobs as punctuation, for several minutes then slowly she began to remove her clothes. Inside my pants my cock now stood at full attention as I thought of the enjoyment she would be giving me. I had my slave and I intended to make full use of her.
Chapter 2: First Training
I sat back in my chair casually arranging the position of my hard on, letting her see what I was doing, letting her know what I was thinking. Finally she stood naked in the center of the pile of her clothing. “Pick them up and take them into your room, I want no reminders that you are anything but a naked slut waiting to be used.” I said, “And when you return I want you to bring me all your brassieres, panties, and any pants you have, including jeans and shorts.”
She was gone for 15 minutes before returning with an armload of clothing, “get a garbage bag and put the stuff into it, you will have no more use for that type of clothing.”
She went to the kitchen and squatted down to get the bags in a low cupboard. “No no,” I called, “you do not squat unless facing a male and then you make sure your knees are spread open. Whenever you are facing away from the male, then you bend over keeping your feet apart. Remember, your slit must always be accessible for viewing, playing, or fucking, whatever is wanted of you.”
She returned to where she had dumped her clothes and bending over began to put them in the bag. I stood and went to her. Grabbing her hanging tits I pulled them down to the floor, causing her to squeal in pain as she fell forward. “What did I just tell you slut? Why did you not squat when you were facing me?” My hand went between her legs, my finger slipping directly into her cunt hole, “This is what I want to see.” I roughly pulled her around by her hole then, ignoring her cries, spread her legs wide. “Everything you are is between your legs, you are a cunt, a pig to be played with, as long as you can get a male to empty his balls in you, you are worthwhile. You have no other purpose other than to hear a male grunt in pleasure as he cums in you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes”
“Good, now a short quiz. What are you?”
