I was just there to him. And I loved it. Being a toy for him was so fulfilling. It felt like I have finally found my purpose in life. I don't know how some women don't have a man in there lives to bow do to and worship like I do. They just go about there lives independently without a mans guidance.
I was on my knees waiting for him to get home for work. I was naked, complete ready for his use. I was so glad that he cared for me the way he has. He makes all the money, and I am there for a good fuck for him every day when he gets home. Like a good wife. Like a good women.
I suddenly heard his footsteps outside the door. They were very distinct footsteps. I could pick his footsteps out from anyone. They held dominance and pure masculinity. I started to think about what he would do to me when he walked through the door and started to get slick between my thighs. Will he be stressed after work and slap me around? Will he be horny from not having any release all day and just walk through the door and start raping me? Or will he make me lick his shoes and then then rape my throat?
I started to squirm in excitement. My slick pussy was now dripping on the floor I just cleaned earlier this morning. Its always important for your husband to come home to a clean house. And here I was making a mess of it. I started to get angry with myself for making a mess for my husband to come home and see.
And then suddenly he was walking through the door. I didn't see him of course, my head was to stay bent down in submission at all times.
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There she was. My toy. My wife. My little rape doll for me to fuck whenever I want. She was in for a rough night.
"I had a rough day at work"
She stayed quiet, like a good girl. She wasn't permitted to speak to me unless I directly told her to. I noticed a puddle starting to form underneath her. I chuckled.
"You made a mess of yourself, didn't you slut?" I said with a smile.
She whimpered, and my smile grew. I lifted her chin and looked at her. There were tears starting to form in her eyes. She was disappointed in herself. Good. How dare she make a mess for me to come home to.
"Clean it up with your mouth." I commanded.
She did it. Until it was spotless again. I still had a lot of pent up anger and very horny. I didn't get to use her this morning because I got called into work earlier than normal because one of my coworkers fucked up a deal with a very important client. It's safe to say that My Slut will probably be covered in bruises with how much pent up anger I have right now.
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After I was done licking up my mess, he lifted me head again so I could look at him. He was angry. I could tell the way he looked at me. Like he didn't feel anything for me. Like I was an object with no feelings. Usually he went easy on me, only leaving me a couple bruises here and there. But not this time. This time I was going to be sore for several days. and healing for even longer, because even if I am in no state for him to fuck me, he always does, after all thats what i'm here for. I have no right to complain or say no.
Without warning, his slapped me across the face. I didn't make a sound. I wasn't supposed to. It wasn't uncommon for him to suddenly slap me. Sometimes its my tits, or ass, or even pussy. He just sometimes needs that extra control and power he get when he hits me. I loved it. I loved the power he had over me.
I started to squirm even more, impatient to find out what he was going to do to me.
"I'm going to fuck your throat, slut. And when i'm done with that, i'm going to rape that pussy so hard your going to begging me to stop. And I won't".
He switched from slapping my face to slapping my tit and occasionally twisting my nipple very hard.
