Re-Introduce Myself - Part 3
The twelve months after my miscarriage were horrible. I think I only made it through because of my husband. He was so patient, and yet so firm. He allowed me to mourn in my own way and at my own pace. He never pressured me. He hired services to take care of the house and prepare all of our meals. I was nearly an invalid.
I say nearly, because my husband did insist on one aspect of normalcy. He told me that he had no intention of seeing whores or other women for a while. He was fully expecting that I would provide all the sexual attention that he needed or simply wanted. I had absolutely no responsibilities, but my holes still belong to him and he would use them whenever he chose.
At first it was very hard for me. Not the yielding. That's in my very nature. My despondency didn't suddenly make me less submissive. What was so hard was to feign enjoyment. I didn't enjoy it. But I tried very very hard not to show it. I think my husband understood even that and he seemed to always be pleased with my effort. He would use me nearly every night. And never with any tenderness. He used me just as though I were a whore. He would tell me to get into a position. I would quickly comply and he would start ramming his cock in his selected hole. We went through numerous positions every night.
Our bedroom was well equipped with ready restraints positioned around the bed and walls and even the ceiling. Sex usually lasted for an hour or two before bedtime. While I did act as engaged and excited as I possibly could, I did not try to deceive my husband by faking orgasms. He would often have two or three orgasms in a night, dumping his loads in my holes, on my face, covering my titties. At the end of every session he would hold me in his arms and stroke me while he told me what a good girl I'd been.
It was during those months that I really did begin to understand that a man's pleasure really is more important.
I began to realize that the happiest moments of my day were when my husbands semen was pouring into me or onto me.
My first orgasm was five or six months after I lost my baby. I was squatting on the floor with my husband standing over me. He was calling me all sorts of filthy names and telling me I was just a "cum dump." He was planning to pop his nut right in my mouth. He was gonna "feed his bitch some dick snot." As I always did (how else would I show enthusiasm), my hand was stroking my pussy. I was in a trance, just enjoying the moment. I had value. I was my husbands cum dump. I was the bitch he was feeding.
I was in such a trance that I had no realization of how close my orgasm was approaching so it came as a complete and utter shock. It started the instant my husband's cum started squirting in my mouth. Oh my god. I still can't believe I managed to stay still enough for my husband to keep hitting his target. My thighs were quivering, my titties were shaking, my hands were both digging into my cunt like I was searching for treasure. The release was total. It was a perfect orgasm coupled with a mouthful of sperm ready to be swallowed.
I closed my eyes for a few moments as my orgasm rolled over me and then subsided. When I looked up at my husband, he had a smile on his face that lit up my life. He took my chin in his left hand and held my face still and looked at the semen pooled in my mouth. “Swallow it bitch,” he said. I did it with my mouth open so he could see it go down. It's a trick he taught me. He says it makes a whores mouth look more like a toilet to watch his cum get flushed.
I smiled at him and said from the bottom of my heart, “thank you master.”
And he slapped me hard. I could feel my face burning as I fell to the side.
“It's about time you fucking cunt. I am sick and tired of fucking that pussy. It's nothing but your shitter from now on. You better start keeping that fuck hole a lot cleaner or you'll be eatin' a lotta shit.”
And so that was my first returning responsibility. I started giving myself enemas twice a day to be sure my butt was nice and clean for master.
I say nearly, because my husband did insist on one aspect of normalcy. He told me that he had no intention of seeing whores or other women for a while. He was fully expecting that I would provide all the sexual attention that he needed or simply wanted. I had absolutely no responsibilities, but my holes still belong to him and he would use them whenever he chose.
At first it was very hard for me. Not the yielding. That's in my very nature. My despondency didn't suddenly make me less submissive. What was so hard was to feign enjoyment. I didn't enjoy it. But I tried very very hard not to show it. I think my husband understood even that and he seemed to always be pleased with my effort. He would use me nearly every night. And never with any tenderness. He used me just as though I were a whore. He would tell me to get into a position. I would quickly comply and he would start ramming his cock in his selected hole. We went through numerous positions every night.
Our bedroom was well equipped with ready restraints positioned around the bed and walls and even the ceiling. Sex usually lasted for an hour or two before bedtime. While I did act as engaged and excited as I possibly could, I did not try to deceive my husband by faking orgasms. He would often have two or three orgasms in a night, dumping his loads in my holes, on my face, covering my titties. At the end of every session he would hold me in his arms and stroke me while he told me what a good girl I'd been.
It was during those months that I really did begin to understand that a man's pleasure really is more important.
I began to realize that the happiest moments of my day were when my husbands semen was pouring into me or onto me.
My first orgasm was five or six months after I lost my baby. I was squatting on the floor with my husband standing over me. He was calling me all sorts of filthy names and telling me I was just a "cum dump." He was planning to pop his nut right in my mouth. He was gonna "feed his bitch some dick snot." As I always did (how else would I show enthusiasm), my hand was stroking my pussy. I was in a trance, just enjoying the moment. I had value. I was my husbands cum dump. I was the bitch he was feeding.
I was in such a trance that I had no realization of how close my orgasm was approaching so it came as a complete and utter shock. It started the instant my husband's cum started squirting in my mouth. Oh my god. I still can't believe I managed to stay still enough for my husband to keep hitting his target. My thighs were quivering, my titties were shaking, my hands were both digging into my cunt like I was searching for treasure. The release was total. It was a perfect orgasm coupled with a mouthful of sperm ready to be swallowed.
I closed my eyes for a few moments as my orgasm rolled over me and then subsided. When I looked up at my husband, he had a smile on his face that lit up my life. He took my chin in his left hand and held my face still and looked at the semen pooled in my mouth. “Swallow it bitch,” he said. I did it with my mouth open so he could see it go down. It's a trick he taught me. He says it makes a whores mouth look more like a toilet to watch his cum get flushed.
I smiled at him and said from the bottom of my heart, “thank you master.”
And he slapped me hard. I could feel my face burning as I fell to the side.
“It's about time you fucking cunt. I am sick and tired of fucking that pussy. It's nothing but your shitter from now on. You better start keeping that fuck hole a lot cleaner or you'll be eatin' a lotta shit.”
And so that was my first returning responsibility. I started giving myself enemas twice a day to be sure my butt was nice and clean for master.
6 years ago
