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Janet was glad punishment day had arrived. She had been like a child over the last week. Filled with dread knowing a spanking was coming. To make matters worse Trey had decided she would remain denied until after she had atoned for her mistake. The daily edges were Maddening. Janet was in desperate need of an orgasm.
She readily agreed to the punishment being done as a separate event before Sheri spent the night with them in their house. She knew Trey wanted that night to be special for all three of them, and a punishment would alter the dynamic too much.
She remained nervous as she drove to Sheri’s place. Not sure exactly what to expect from her former nemesis. She knew it would be painful to endure. But to be honest, she felt she deserved it. Removing her 4-inch heels while cleaning Sheri’s house was a mistake. And a submissive should be punished for mistakes.
Sheri admitted that taking the heels off to get in the shower to scrub the tiles had not been a problem. But forgetting to put them back on while she cleaned the rest of the house was a huge problem. “Naked in four-inch heels” had been how she was instructed to clean Sheri’s place. Not obeying instructions earns punishment.
Her walk to the door was at a brisk pace. The cool breeze kissed her damp sex under the short skirt. The humiliation of being dampened added to her scrambled emotions about what was to come next. Anticipation, dread, and sexual excitement all coursed through her body.
Sheri answered the door in a night shirt, showing she was enjoying a lazy Saturday morning. Her blonde hair, naked legs, and bare feet reeked of sexual confidence.
“Nice skirt. Trey said it made you look like a street walker.” Sheri smiled, before continuing. “Get naked. Leave the heels on. Stand in front of the couch.”
Sheri quietly stepped into her kitchenand filled her coffee cup. Before joining the cuckquean wife in the den. She sat on the couch in front of the naked housewife, taking in the view of her naked form. Her olive skin was flawless. Flat chest with those one-inch-long nipples just becoming tormented. Her ribcage swelled above her toned abs, as she took deep breaths. The yoga or Pilates kept her in shape.
The voluptuous blonde enjoyed her power in silence for a long moment as she sipped her coffee. Thankful she had large breasts and a meaty ass. It allowed her to enjoy food and wine. Never concerning herself with yoga or Pilates. No need to have visible abs. She had the soft curves men lusted after. And she loved the fact that her body took so much less work than the naked cuckquean’s before her.
Clearly in no rush to end this scenario, she enjoyed her coffee. Knowing the submissive woman in front of her was dreading what was coming and wishing things would get over quickly.
After several minutes, sheset her cup down and raised her arms over her head enjoying a long slow stretch.
“Kneel.” she smiled watching the little body before her obey.
“Repeat after me. I am your skinny little bottom bitch, Goddess.”
Janet repeated the words as her mind spun. ‘oh god…. her skinny little bottom bitch…. goddess, really?!?! what’s next…. UGH! she’s so frustrating…. why can’t she just spank me and fuck me… god I need her to fuck me…. I’ll cum all over that fake cock for her amusement… I hope she’ll let me cum for her….’
“Why don’t you give me a little hello kiss like a bottom bitch should.” Sheri said, spreading her soft tights to reveal her bald pussy.
Janet felt a need to move things along quickly. With only a second of hesitation, she obediently lowered her face to the fragment crotch and kissed the damp outer lips of the warm womanhood.
“Mmmmm, such a good little bottom bitch. Isn’t it HOT that I’m wet with anticipation.” the blonde giggledas she tossed two magazines on the floor beside the kneeing woman.
“Put one on each side of you to mark where your knees are on the floor.”
Janet was confused but obeyed the instructions. Her thoughts going a mile a minute. ‘it is HOT she is wet…. and her crotch smells like sex… I wonder if she masturbated this morning… she is loving this… that makes it SOOOO Hot!! why do I enjoy being used… being the center of attention that gets people off is so f-ing HOT!!’
“Go to the kitchen and get the bag of long grain rice on the counter.” were the words that snapped Janet from her thoughts.
When she returned with the rice Sheri said, “Pour the rice on the floor between the magazines. I don’t want a pile of rice. Just one layer thick but completely filling the space between the magazines.”
“B.. but some of it will get between the hardwood floors.” Janet said bewildered by the instructions.
“I guess you will have to clean it up later then.” smiledthe buxom blonde with a gleam in her eye.
“There. You have the idea now. Perfect. Put the bag back in the kitchen and go to my bedroom.”
A moment later both women stood looking at the bed which had a belt and a leather strap on it.
“Lean forward and put your face on the bed. Good. Now spread your legs a little.”
Janet was mortified as her former nemesis groped her ass and gave it a couple of barehanded smokes. The buxom blonde was enjoying her power as she gropeed and smoked the ass offered up to her. She slipped one hand under Janet’s torso, letting her fingers grize the teach stomach on their way to the womanhood between Janet’s thighs.
Janet flushed with humiliation as her torqueor’s fingers met her dripping pussy.
“Oh MY God! What a bitch in heat! You’re literally drooling from your gaping hole. Sloppy pussy lips dripping with your nasty gruel. Thank God it doesn’t smell like it feels. UGH! I have to wash my hand.” Sheri said heading into the bathroom.
Janet burned with shade as she processed her former nemesis’ words. Her body was full of heat. Her chest, her face, and her loins, all burning with shade and sexual arousal. She was thankful that her crotch wasn’t fraud. Because it would have definitely filled the room with the smell of her essence if it were.
The superior blonde strolled back into the bedroom. “THIS is going to be a lesson in RESPECT! Your failure to respect me in high school and the other day when you obediently cleaned my house. BAREFOOT! A bottom bitch should always be in heels. A minimum of four-inch heels. A bottom bitch like you should only wear stripper shoes. Five and six-inch heels when serving your superiors. But that discussion is for another day.”
“I want you to tell me which of these two stings the most.” Sheri giggled picking up the belt. SMACK! was the loud crack of the belt on Janet’s ass. Sheri dropped the belt and picked up the leather strap. SMACK! a second loud crack came from the now reddening ass cheats.
“OWWwwwwww! That one hurt worse.” Janet half screamed.
“Good. We’ll start with the belt then. As you know, Trey and I decided you should get 15 licks for your brazen disrespect of me. Secretly he helped me decide on which two implements to use on you.”
“After our test of which one hurt more, I have decided you will get five with the belt and ten with the straw. How does that sound bottom bitch?”
“Painful Ma’am. But it should be as you wish.” the submissive housewife replied in a husky whisper. She was shocked to hear her own voice sounded almost desperate. Like she needed this in a sexual way.
‘what the hell??? I’ve enjoyed being spanked before…. but not the way she hit with those first two… why the hell did I sound like that… like a horny slut craving cock… I know I’m excited, that she’s excited but…… but this is damn crazy… those f-ing edges…… it’s been too long… I need to cum..’
“Spoken like atrue bottom bitch. Knowing it should be as I wish ALL the time. It’s a shame we don’t have any soiled panties to stuff in your mouth. Since your mouth is open you can thank me after each lick. Now repeat after me. “Thank you, Sheri, for allowing me to be your bottom bitch.”
Janet repeated the humiliating line the superior blonde wanted to hear.
Sheri raised her arm, and the belt cracked down onto the defenseless ass before her. SMACK!
“Thank you, Sheri, for allowing me to be your bottom bitch.” SMACK! again the humiliating line was repeated. As the belt rained down three more times, and Janet’s ass began to burn.
Sheri paused to pick up the leather strap. “You’re a pathetic little bottom bitch. Being punished for not pleasing the woman that is fucking her husband.” she whispered with an evil laugh.
Janet’s pussy gushed. ‘Oh GOD…. that might be dripping out of me soon… why did I react to her laugh like that… I’ve never been so embarrassed and humiliated… and SO turned on… God submitting to her is…. is frustrating… and actually HOT…’
SMACK! the first searing lick from the straw made all of her thoughts vanish.
“What do you say, bitch?” Sheri sneered.
“Thank you, Sheri, for allowing me to be your bottom bitch.”
The strikes continued in a steady pace. SMACK! And then the humiliating Thank you from the dark-haired beauty. As the number of strikes from the strap approached double digits, the humiliating thank you was delivered by a raspy hoarse voice. The cuckquean’s voice was stained and her ass was on fire. The vulnerable ass cheats were a throbbing mass of deep red and purple.
And yet her loins ached for more. Somehow, she wanted more to be heaped on her. She caught a glimpse of the buxom blonde rubbing her clip with her left hand as her right hand continued to wild the strap.
As her eyes welled up with tears, her pussy was drooling. Dripping her sexual excitement onto the floor. Her thoughts driving her degradation further.
‘why is my pussy drooling…. it’s the size of a house since I had kids… no wonder Trey never fucks me anymore… ohhhh, he loves my tight asshole and willing mouth… but not the gaping, drooling, tunnel between my legs… she’s never had kids…. her pussy probably squeezes his cock as she orgasms…. pulling the cum out of him… so tight and perfect… UGH!
Janet repeated the humiliating thank you over and over, even though the spanking had stopped. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn’t even realize the pain had stopped.
“Rub your pussy bitch. Keep thanking me while your rub yourself.” Sheri whispered. Astonished at how Janet had continued to repeat the thank you over and over. It was obvious Janet was stuck in some kind of sexual limbo. She had read about something called “subspace” and wondered if it could be real.
Watching Janet now she started to believe “subspace” could be a real thing. Being a novice she quickly got out of her comfortable zone. She finally decided that Janet should cum. Hopefully a nice big orgasm would bring her back to reality.
“Thank you, Sheri, for allowing me to be your bottom bitch. Thank you, Sheri, for allowing me to be your bottom bitch.” Janet whispered over and over in a low hoarse whisper.
“Does my bottom bitch deserve to cum?” Sheri asked, Now holding her phone taking a video of the lurid display before her.
“If it pleases you, Goddess. Your bottom bitch will cum so hard for you. PLEASE let me cum, Sheri. Pleeeaaasseee Sheri. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Cum for me, Janet. My bottom bitch, Janet, likes to masturbate after I spank her.”
The superior blonde’s words cut Janet to the bone. All of her humiliation and degradation fansies ignored at once. Culminating in an explosive orgasm. She sounded like an animal in the woods. Nothing cooperative came from her mouth. Only noises, grunts and groans as her pussy spasmed and gushed on her dainty fingers. She continued to rub her clip in circles as her hips convulsed.
Finally, she fell forward onto the bed. Was this her second or third orgasm in the couple of minutes since she had been given permission to cum? The athletic thighs clamped closed around her wrist. Her womanhood was too sensitive to handle anymore stimulation. The fingers of her trapped hand froze. Her hips rocked backed and forth slowly as the massive orgasm subsided.
Sheri stopped recording and throw a towel on the bed next to the spent woman, before she headed to the kitchen. A few minutes later she returned with a bottle of water and sat next to the naked body stretched across the bed.
“Here. Drink this.” she whispered in a sweet tone. Her empathy for her former nemesis was clear. Janet took a couple of big swallows of the cool water. Then returned her head to the mattress. She lay quietly on her stomach as she slowly accepted her senses. She couldn’t believe that she lost control of herself like that with Sheri spanking her. She had only lost control of her senses twice before and both times were with Trey.
Sheri couldn’t help herself. She had to run her cool fingers over the mass of purple and red stripes on Janet’s ass.
“I’ve never seen anything like that.” Sheri whispered in a curious tone. “It scared me at first. But then. Then you came so hard.”
The room was silent for several minutes as Sheri continued tracing the outlines of stripes on Janet’s tender ass. Finally, Janet broke the silence.
“Yeah, I have only done that two other times in my life. Both were when Trey and I were alone together. Think he’ll be pissed when he hears?” the dark-haired beauty asked with giggle.
Sheri laughed, “Wait. Pissed at me or you?”
Both women laughed, glad that the other was ok with what happened.
Sheri decided to lay on her back next to Janet. Staring at the ceiling, she spoke softly. “That was intense.”
“INTENSE!?! You should have been in my body.” the cuckquean wife giggled. “I begged Trey not to deny me so long. It makes me soooo horny. And then, YOU, making me wear the shortest skirt I own with no panties and four-inch heels. Leather sticking to my ass when I got out of the car. Looking like a streetwalker at 10:00am in the morning. That kinda shit turns me on after four weeks of edges only.”
Laughter filled the room as the women were truly bonding. Sheri replied. “That’s why your ass is the submissive. I’m not doing all that humiliating shit. I am just here to get off. It can be from Trey’s big cock or your obedient mouth. I just want the orgasms my marriage never provided. I have years of no orgasms to make up for.”
As the laughter softened, Sheri turned her head and made eye contact with Janet.
The women stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment before Janet spoke.
“Sorry to hear that about your marriage.” she whispered, suddenly feeling empathy for her torquer.
‘she had a marriage with no orgasms… I think she was married for several years… she must have been desperate to get a man…… despite enough to start seeing a married man… her history with Trey made it easier… but she must feel bad that she can’t find a man of her own…’
After a long silence, Janet whispered. “It was nice of you to stop and bring me water. Some women would have just shoved me out of the door. I should thank you properly for my punishment.”
Sheri sat up and said, “Don’t go getting sentimental on me. I still want you to be my bottom bitch.” as she gave Janet’s ass a smack with her bare hand.
“OWwww, shit that hurt!”
“And the reason I didn’t shove you out of the door, is because your punishment isn’t over. Come on.” she turned over her Shoulder heading for the door.
Janet moved slow but followed her to the den. The superior blonde flopped down on the couch and dropped her sleep shirt beside her. Her huge natural breasts onfull display as she spread her legs.
“Kneel. Knees on the rice.” she smiled with a wink at Janet. The rice dug into her knees and Janet realized that staying in this position was going to be painful.
“Good. Now you can thank me properly.” came the husky whisper as she cupped her large boobs and tweaked her soft pink nipples.
Janet moved her face between the soft white thighs. Kissing each one before her tongue lapped the warm wet lips waiting for her. She worked in earnest to get her former nemesis off quickly. The rice under her knees was painful.
Luckily the morning’s events had the hot blonde ready to exploit. Both women enjoyed their respective roles in this scenario. The cuckquean slave wife pleasure her husband’s girlfriend. While the buxom blonde enjoyed her power over the wife. The cuckquean’s obedient tongue had become talented at giving sexual pleasure over the years.
“Ohhhhh Yes. Just like that. Damn you are good at this!”
Janet was happy when she felt the hands grab her thick mane of dark hair. She knew it was time to give the superior woman an orgasm. And end her punishment.
“That’s it. YEAH! YES! MORE! MORE! Don’t stop! Do your job bottom bitch! UGH YES! Just LIKE THAT! YES! YES! YES! OH GOD! YYEEeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss!”
After drifting down from cloud nine, Sheri eyes fixed a star into Janet’s eyes. The superior confidence was evidence as they held each other’s gaze.
“You really are an incredible bottom bitch. I mean look at you. Kneeling on rice, your mouth plastered to my pussy, waiting on me to give you permission to get up. What would Missy or Jennifer think if they could see us now? You can get up and get that rice off of my floor.”
Janet stood up and rubbed off the grains of rice still clinging to her knees. Then went to get a broom and dustpan. Dread consumed her mind.
‘why did she bring up Missy and Jennifer… I know Missy lives out of state, but I see Jennifer regularly…. I don’t want any other girls from our former cheerleading squad knowing about me….. this… women I grew up with fucking Trey and humiliating me…
Once the rice was cleaned up Sheri announced it was time for a little girl talk. This would be done with Janet kneeing in front of the couch massaging Sheri’s feet while Sheri enjoyed a cold soda. Janet was just happy not to be kneeing on the rice anymore. Her sore knees were uncomfortable on the hardwood floor, but she knew that was the point.
“How many of Trey’s previous girls had a tongue piercing?”
“I don’t know. A couple, maybe three, over the years. Why?”
“He miss the feeling of a pierced tongue. That means, even though you can swallow that massive slab of meat, your blow jobs are inadequate. How does that make you feel? The “great sex slave” and “goddess of deep throating” is inadequate. Not only in her body type lacking feminine curves, BUT also in her oral sex skills.”
Janet got a knot in her stomach as her mind began to melt. ‘why wouldn’t he tell ME? not HER! We are the love of each other’s lives…… we share everything… he knows he can tell me anything…. doesn’t he??… OMG… this is bad…BAD… what am I going to do?…. How can I fix this…. Stay calm… don’t let her see you get emotional… sex slaves don’t get emotional…. don’t let her know she’s in your “wife” head… the “perfect wife” is confident in her relationship with him…
“Relax.” Sheri whispered. And Janet wondered if her facial expression had given away the guttural reaction in her mind.
“You’re still the mother of his two adorable children. You’re just not the sex goddess you thought you were in his eyes.” Sheri paused, letting her words and the revelations of the last moment sink into the submissive cuckquean’s mind.
“You were smart pushing Trey to give me some control over you today. I liked that. And now you can see how having my support will benefit you. It’s really quitesimple. He wants that feeling again. You always do what he wants, so get your tongue pierced.”
‘easy for her to say… she’s not going to be the 38-year-old mother of two at the school bake sale with a pierced tongue… it will be obvious that me getting a piercing this late in life means someone wanted it for their pleasure… that I use my mouth like a slut to keep my husband happy… while half of them probably only have sex twice a month or once a week at the most…. none of them blow their husband’s more than once or twice a year…. like on his birthday and maybe New Year’s Eve… Ugh!’
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