Ritual Breaking of The Suburban Wives
Chapter 5: Taking stock of some very confused piss-soaked feelings, post-orgasm
Author's Note: This chapter is a bit shorter than expected. It seemed to reach a logical conclusion, setting up Chapter 6. Don't worry, that chapter is already underway. Now, where were we...?
Ohhhhhh Godddddd!
Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
Yep, that's where I left off at the last chapter. I was on my knees in a shower stall, covered in piss, with a sore ass from being whipped and fucked back there for the very first time. My new master Gerald squatted in front of me, and was bringing me off again with his hand. That's right, again. After subjecting me to my first golden shower ever, he then brought me off to an absolutely stunning orgasm with a pretty magic hand. Then he did it again. And again. And again. I lost count of how many times he made me cum. It was wonderful, but it was also starting to fatigue me. He was wearing me out, I was getting sore down there, and I was probably starting to dehydrate. I was also seriously worried about what I was discovering about myself during these mind-bending orgasms.
Apparently, I wasn't the mature suburban wife and mother I'd thought I was before tonight. All evidence pointed to the inescapable fact that I was a submissive, groveling fuck-slave who got off on domination, punishment, degradation and humiliation like nobody's business. I'd never cum like this before in my life. And each time when I thought we were finally done, Gerald would start in again, my mind would go to the taste of his foot as I disgustingly licked it or that initial shock of actually being pee'd on and...you get the idea.
After screaming and moaning through my ballgag and practically trying to pull my hog-tied wrist & ankle cuffs apart, I finally came one last time. It was epic, and I was done. I just prayed that Gerald was too. He asked me if I'd had enough for one night, and I whimpered pathetically through my gag. God, what a sight I must be. Covered head-to-toe in drying piss with fresh sweat over old sweat and grime. My ass was red from the whipping and it wouldn't shock me if Gerald's cum had dripped out of my ass during this ordeal. Unfortunately, I smelled like I looked, like an especially rank reject from a sex-slave factory. Despite that, Gerald leaned in so close our foreheads touched, and spoke very quietly.
"You've never cum like that before, have you?"
I sure couldn't talk after that ordeal. I just shook my head a little.
"Do you know why?"
I did, but I didn't want to admit it. I don't know what kind of strained sound came out of the ball-gag.
"This is who you are. You didn't know it, but you've been waiting for this your entire life. You're a submissive whore, who needs to be taken and used by a master. You need to be punished with a hard leather strap across your ass. You need to crawl like an animal on a leash and lick your master's feet. You need to debase yourself for your master's pleasure to feel whole. The Matriarch looked into your eyes, and saw this. She knew you better than you knew yourself before tonight. You've found yourself now, here in this sticky shower. You are going to think of how it felt to be marked with my piss every time you cum for the rest of your life now."
He was right, dammit, especially about that last part. I should have been mortified, kneeling in my own piss, covered in someone else's. This was the most degrading experience possible, far more degrading than anything I could ever have imagined. And of course...I was starting to get wet down there all over again just thinking about it.
Gerald stood up. "I think we've taken up this shower long enough. Someone else might like a turn."
And with that, Gerald slowly twisted my head to the side, so I could see...
...Six naked men standing in front of the shower, holding the leashes of six naked women on their knees. They were all staring right at me, and looked like they'd been there long enough to see the whole show I'd just put on for them. They all smiled broadly and broke out into applause.
Yes, it was mortifying. I was now an unpaid porn star. My Husband Dave was among them of course. But I was surprised to see my best friend Margie on the end of his leash. Had he always had a thing for her, or had he chosen her because of familiarity? Did he in fact choose her, or was he assigned to her? However it worked out, it was a given that he must have gotten to know her exceptionally well tonight.
