Submission Of A Wife Pt 02

(Auther's note: it's important to note that this part is much more intense than part 1. Warning for fat shaming, relunctance, and degradation. The events here are not acceptable in real life, where consent should be taken before any such activity.)

Part 1 summary: a dom husband (master) takes his sub wife (slave) to an isolated cabin for 3 days. His plan is to break her so she never defies him again. Using her safeword means that their whole dynamic ends. He locks her to sleep in a tiny room with the set of rules she has to follow.

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Rules you must follow for the next 3 days:

1. Slave will not say "no"

2. Slave will not say "stop"

3. Slave will always be honest

4. Slave will not stand up, even in its room

5. Slave will only speak when answering questions or asking questions

6. Slave must raise its hand up and wait for permission to ask a question

7. Slave will not move between rooms without permission

8. Slave will be naked unless told otherwise

9. Slave will address its master as "my master" at all times

10. Slave will refer to itself in 3rd person

11. Slave will refer to itself as "slave"

12. Slave will use it/its pronouns

13. Slave will not use its phone

14. Slave will not touch its pussy

15. Slave will not orgasm

16. Slave must ask for permission to use the toilet

17. If denied, slave will not ask to use the toilet again for 30 minutes

18. Slave will not ask for food or drink

19. Slave will kiss its master's feet good morning and good night

20. Slave will kiss its master's feet when saying thank you

21. Slave will thank its master after a punishment

22. Slave will thank its master after every meal

23. Slave will not use furniture

24. Slave will take a minimum of 100 spanks or lashes every day (with different tools on different body parts)

25. When Master is sitting down and holding the leash, slave will kneel with its face on the floor

26. When Master is standing up and holding the leash, slave will be on its hands and knees

27. When in public, slave will not speak to anyone other than its Master unless told otherwise

28. In the presence of other people, slave will always keep its eyes on the floor

29. Master will choose an appropriate punishment for breaking any rule or not following orders

30. Other than the hard limits previously mentioned by slave, there aren't any other limits

31. Slave will obey every order by master

32. Slave's body completely belongs to its master

33. Slave is not a person with agency

34. Master's pleasure comes before slave's needs

35. Using a safeword means slave doesn't want to be a slave anymore

I read the rules and I was in disbelief. I can't even ask for permission to eat? What the fuck did he think this is? This was a game between us and he took it too far. I only had 2 hard limits (permanent damage and scat), but I took it for granted that my husband will not pass certain lines, without having to specify them. I was about to stand up when I noticed that my pussy was dripping. The truth is that I have fantasized about this countless times. I fantasized about being a slave for my husband, a full-time real slave, and nothing ever turned me on as much as this thought. What will happen if I lived this fantasy for 3 days? What will I lose?

I didn't want to think about the answer to this question, but I knew that I have made a decision to stay, at least for now. The candle flickered, and I took it as a sign to continue reading the rules. I must have read them at least 15 times before the room went completely dark. I was determined not to start panicking, so I quickly searched for the mp3 player, plugged the earphones in, and played the track. At first, it sounded like someone fixing their microphone. About 4-5 seconds later, I heard his voice, clear and commanding.

"You are a slave. You are a whore. You are dirty. Your holes are the only thing that you can be used for. You are my slave. You are my whore. You will obey me. You will submit to me. You are nothing else."

Then silence. A moment later, it started over, and it kept repeating. For the first few times, I felt overwhelmed, and l wanted to cry. A few minutes later, I started calming down. I surrendered to it, and before I know it, I fell asleep.

I woke up confused, disoriented, and tired. Sleeping in such a small space is painful. I wanted to stretch my arms and legs, and I longed for my comfortable bed. The leash was hurting my neck. I also wanted to pee. I felt myself starting to panic. I calmed myself down by breathing deeply and consistently. I knew the sun was up, as I was seeing a small ray of light through the frame of the door, so my master must be up soon.

I waited more than I wanted to, and it was getting harder to control my thoughts. I remembered that there were no rules against listening to my master's recording in the morning too, and the earphones were already plugged in, so I hit play. In a matter of seconds, I felt my mind shut up completely.

Before the track ended, the door suddenly opened, allowing in a lot more light than my eyes were prepared for. I quickly removed the earphone from my ears, and before my vision could adjust to the light, I heard the voice of my master.

"Look at how I have found my slave. I told you all my slave is a whore."

Who is he speaking to? A moment later, I was able to see what was happening and realized that he is filming me with his phone.

"It is not allowed to touch its dirty cunt, so it's pushing its legs together trying to rub it."

My face blushed when I heard what he said because it was true.

"Such a dirty dirty slave. I will go now to start my day," he said in a friendly tone, then put his phone away. His facial expression immediately changed to a less friendly one, and stood in front of my door, waiting.

I remembered his rule: I must kiss his feet good morning. I jumped and my face was in front of his feet. My lips pressed on each of his feet. I didn't enjoy it, but I did it like it was my duty. I wanted to stand up. I wanted him to kiss me on the cheek. I wanted to ask who he was on the phone with. But I didn't.

"Come." He walked towards the kitchen, and I followed on the floor. "Here's some coffee and food, he said pointing to a plate and a small cup on the floor in the corner.

I was starving. I crawled really fast but really awkwardly, and I heard him laugh.

"You look like a fat cow who never learned to walk."

I was shocked and didn't know how to react. He never made fun of my weight. I know that I am fat, but he loved my body. How did we get here? The small cup looked like it contains an espresso shot. I grabbed it and realized that it was cold. I drank it in one go, trying not to taste the bitterness of stale coffee. On the plate, there was one slice of bread that is not toasted. That was all. I looked at him and found him holding a large cup of what looked like a latte.

He noticed that I was staring at him. "If you didn't finish your breakfast in 10 seconds, you will not have any," he shouted, then started counting down. "Ten, nine, eight...".

I attacked the bread and took half of it in my mouth.

"... seven, six, five..."

I tried to chew and swallow really fast. And when the bread was halfway down my throat, I stuffed my mouth with the remaining half.

"Wow! You really are a hungry bitch. You will eat anything thrown at you." He said as he took my leash and went to sit on the couch.

I didn't care about his comments. It felt good to finally eat something after all this time. I crawled and kneeled between him and the table in front of the couch, facing him. "Thank you, my master." I kissed each of his feet.

He took a big chunk of my hair in his hand and I couldn't help but produce a short but loud scream.

"Shut the fuck up." He push my head to the right until I was facing sideways, then he pushed me down. He took a plate from the table, raised his legs and rested them on my back, and relaxed on the couch. He was using me as a leg rest.

I heard the sound of the TV rising. Was it always on? I hadn't noticed. There was a football match on, and I heard the commentator saying that it was 30 minutes in. That meant that he might keep me like this for one more hour, maybe more. I started to panic because my knees were already uncomfortable. I didn't even get the chance to stretch my legs once.

I stayed still for about 15 minutes before the pain in my knees got too bad for me to take anymore. I didn't know how long he expected me to stay like that. I decided to ask. After all, there were no rules against asking questions.

I pulled one of my arms from beneath me and raised it above my head. He didn't respond. It was like I didn't even exist. Maybe he didn't see it. I raised it up more in a position that hurts.

"What do you want?"

"My knees hurt."

*SLAP* His hand fell on my bare ass and it stung badly. "You should address me properly. You are referring to yourself wrongly. This is not a question. Going forward, I will not remind you of the rules. I will punish you right away."

"I am sorr- your slave is sorry. May your slave stretch its legs, my master?" Why am I speaking like this? I asked myself, but I couldn't help it. The words came out on their own.

"No. Shut up. I want to watch the match."

I obeyed, but deep inside, I didn't know how I will take it. I was in a lot of pain.

When it was about 20 minutes away from the end of the match, I felt like I cannot take it anymore. I couldn't help but move in my place, trying to remove some pressure from my knees.

"Stay still."

I was on the verge of tears from the pain and the humiliation. There were 10 minutes left in the match. I was aroused; I can't deny it, but is it worth it? Why am I allowing this? Part of me felt like I am stupid, and part of me felt like I have to prove to him that I can take it. I stayed still until the end of the match, and by then some tears were falling off my cheeks.

He removed his legs from above me, took my hair in his hand, and whispered in my ears: "See how good of a slave you become when you obey."

"Yes, my master." I felt embarrassed agreeing with him, but I am weak when he praises me.

He stood up and held my leash, and walked me to the door in the middle. By then I had forgotten that I needed to pee, but seeing the bathroom reminded me.

"Do you want to pee?"

"Yes, my master."

"Sit on the toilet."

I obeyed, and it felt good for my knees not to be touching the floor. I took the chance and stretched them completely. He got his phone out and started filming.

"Now pee."

"What are you filming? Who will see this?"

With one hand holding his phone, his other hand fell on my face and I heard my ear ringing.

I started crying. I wanted to resist the tears but couldn't.

"The slave is still under training, but I think there is progress." He spoke to the phone. "Let's watch her pee."

He must be just filming this for himself and scaring me. That is what I told myself. I didn't think he can show this to anyone. I trusted my husband. He won't do this to me.

"Will you pee or what?"

I really wanted to pee, and I felt like I didn't have a choice. I squeezed hard and let it go.

"Look at the camera."

I obeyed as I heard the sound of my pee, realizing that it will be caught on the video. It felt like it went on forever. When I finished peeing, he turned off the camera and handed me intimate wipes to clean myself.

"Get on all fours."

I obeyed, and I saw that he had an enema. I have previously administered enemas to myself before anal play, so I was not worried. Then I saw the enema balloon. The most amount of liquid I received was 1.5 liters, and this balloon looked huge compared to the ones I have used before.

He must have noticed my worry. "Yes, yes, this one will really clean you up. Not like the ones that you used before." When he was done filling it with water, he stuck the nuzzle in my ass without any lube.

"Ouch." I unintentionally blurted out, which made him push it further inside, hurting me more.

"This is a 5 liters balloon, but I have only filled 3 liters today. While the enema is on, you will perform cat-cow movements as you do in your yoga classes. You will not stop until I tell you to. Start now."

I felt the water released and I started moving. It was warm water and it didn't feel extremely unpleasant. Cat. Cow. Cat. Cow. I moved my back up and down as I felt my insides get filled with water. From my position, I was able to see how much water was left in the balloon if I turned my head. When it started feeling unpleasant, I had taken half the water inside me.

Moving the way I was, I started to feel the movement of the water in my belly, and it didn't feel good. Around 10 minutes later, I was filled with all the water, and I can see my belly hanging lower than it normally does.

"You can stop moving. I will remove the nozzle. Hold the water in." He pulled the nozzle carefully from my ass, and I clenched it hard so that the water doesn't leak. It was a lot more pressure than it usually felt, and I felt my belly cramping.

He lowered himself until he faced me, then took a picture of me with his phone. "Look at that fat belly," he said showing me my picture. With his other hand, he gave my belly 2 slaps and chuckled as my belly swung sideways. "You are a fat bitch that looks like a fat bitch and acts like a fat bitch. I don't know how I didn't see it before."

I was filled with embarrassment and I wanted to cry. He spent the next 5 minutes taking other photos of me from different angles. He also took a couple of videos, with his voice describing me and my body in words that pushed tears down my face.

"Now you can empty yourself."

I got up and sat on the toilet, and he didn't leave. I raised my hand.

"What do you want?"

"Can your slave empty itself in private, my master?" I was barely holding in the water.

"Ugh," he grunted as he put one hand on my back and one hand on my belly and squeezed my body hard between them.

"Ooowwwww!" I let out a scream as I released.

"Why won't you just obey?"

I was extremely embarrassed by the sound of emptying my bowels in the toilet and by the smell it made. I couldn't remove my eyes from the floor, and my tears kept falling.

"You are a fat pig full of shit and you have to be emptied. There is nothing embarrassing about that. Have you ever seen a pig that's embarrassed?"

I continued sobbing silently as my ass continued to release more.

"Stay here until all the water is out." He left the bathroom but kept the door open

About 10 minutes later, I had emptied my bowels completely. He came back to the bathroom with a box. When he opened it, I could see that it contained 5 butt plugs of different sizes. The smallest one is the largest size I've tried so far, and the largest one is just too fucking big to even try to take in my mouth.

"We will start small. But you should know, you will take the biggest one eventually." He smiled as I stared at him. I was scared because he sounded like he meant it. My ass has only been fucked twice, and very delicately. To fit that in my ass is to just tear it up.

After I cleaned myself and was on the floor again, he took out the smallest size and approached me. Was he also not going to use lube for the plug?

"No lube for you today. You will move a lot and I don't want it to slip," he explained as if he read my mind. I knew that a plug this size won't hurt me, so I decided to choose my battles. I close my eyes, pushed my ass up, and tried to relax. When the plug touched my ass, it felt nice. I pushed my ass up more.

"My dirty whore is excited for her ass to be filled," he said and I heard a hint of pride in his voice, or that's what I told myself to keep going. In one strong push, he got the whole plug inside.

"Ok let's go!"

To where? I didn't ask out loud but looked at my master for answers.

"We will go for a run. You will get to stand up for a while, so enjoy it."

Enjoy it? I hated running. I could do other types of workouts but never running. It was boring and made my breath short really quickly. But my husband knew that.

I looked at him with begging eyes. He wanted me to run in nature, naked and barefoot. He approached the dining table, where he had the carry-on bag open wide, and grabbed something, then walked me to the main door.

"When you get outside of the cabin, you will stand up and start running in front of me. I know you hate running, but that doesn't matter. It's time for you to stop being a fat lazy bitch."

He opened the door and stepped out. I crawled carefully outside the cabin and then stood up. I stretched my legs in relief, but my relief was ruined when I saw what my master held in his hands: a whip. He had never used a whip on me before. It had a dark brown handle and a black tail that was about 1 meter long. It was made of leather.

"You slow down, you get whipped. Now run,"

CRACK

The pain was delayed, but I felt my ass burning. It was like nothing I have experienced before, and I didn't want another whip, so I ran. The floor felt cold, and I could feel tree branches and leaves beneath my feet. It was hurting me but not as bad as the whip did. So I kept running.

As expected, I was out of breath in no time, and I unintentionally slowed down.

CRACK. CRACK.

The whip fell on my back, making me bend forward and almost fall, but I was able to regain my balance again. I tried as much as I can to run faster and relax my breathing. The buttplug in my ass was hurting, but it was distracting, and I think it helped me stop thinking about how hard it is to run.

As it was getting a bit easier, I stepped on a bigger branch that really hurt my ankle, so I stopped running to check my foot.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I think I hurt my foot."

"What?"

"I think your slave hurt its foot," my voice was breaking.

CRACK

The next whip was on the back of my knees, making me fall over. The ground was cold and damp.

"Did I say you can stop?"

CRACK

This one landed on my back. I moved backward, trying to protect my back.

CRACK.

The next one landed on my chest.

"Lay on your back and put your feet up. Stick them together."

I obeyed and I knew what he was going to do. I just didn't believe it.

"I will show you what it means for your feet to actually hurt."

CRACK.

The pain that I have felt on the bottom of my feet was echoing through my whole body.

CRACK

Tears escaped my eyes.

CRACK

"I am sorry. Please don't hit me again. Please." I screamed as I was sobbing.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

I wept out loud like I didn't care anymore. How can he do this to me? I should be his wife that he loved and protected. How can he hurt me like that? The lashes continued to fall on my feet and I lost count. I sobbed loudly, and he smiled in satisfaction hearing the sound of my cries. He took out his phone and took a picture of me.

"Are your feet hurting now?"

"Yes, my master."

"What do you say after a punishment."

I crawled to him. "Thank you, my master." Then I kissed his feet.

"Now get up and run or I will land this whip on your face. Get us back to the cabin without stopping."

I got up and my feet were really hurting. I looked at them and they were so red I thought I must be bleeding, but I wasn't. I started running and made it all the way back to the cabin. I didn't stop crying for one moment.

When he opened the door of the cabin, I threw myself on the floor. The bottoms of my feet were burning, and I was completely out of breath.

He threw a pack of wet wipes and a bottle of water my way, and I jumped on them. When I was done cleaning myself, he held my leash, so I got on my hands and knees. Then in one movement, he removed the butt plug in my ass and aggressively inserted a larger one. I let out a scream, as I felt a burning sensation in my asshole.