Into the Realm of Sluttery

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

It took more than three hours before Helen returned home. She came in quietly, and didn’t look me in the eye when she entered the room. I didn’t ask her where she’d been or what she’d done; instead I just told her to turn around and bend over. Her skirt crept upward when she did so, and revealed clear marks on her ass, and it was all I needed to know.

“So how does it feel to be a slut?“, I asked in a cutting tone.

“I’m not a slut!”, she screamed.

“You’re not a slut? So what would you call a woman who goes out on the street to find a stranger to make her cum?”

She blushed and lowered her eyes, but I wasn’t quite satisfied yet with her humiliation and added: “I’d say she’s an adulterous slut, ruled by her cunt. Throwing herself at the first dick-owner she found out there like a bitch in heat, forgetting her sacred wedding vows just to get some random piece of dick interested in giving her a good bumble! Shame on you!”

She blushed even harder, and mumbled: “He wasn’t the first…”

“Ah, that’s even better! You mean you had some selection process going on, eh? So tell me, what were the criteria? Eight inches at least, something like that? So did you reach for their crotch to unzip them and check first, before making your pick? Something like that?”

She fell silent again, and her lips were trembling as she fought to suppress a crying fit. Yet I knew the perfect thing to say to get that first sob out: “You told me you loved me just this morning… but keeping your legs closed is too hard a task for that, eh? Getting a bang is more important than being faithful to your husband? “

That broke the dam. She burst out in an uncontrolled shower of long and deep sobs. She wanted to rush off to the bedroom, but I didn’t let her; I took her by the arm and drew her very close to me, hissing: “Nothing but a cheap slut, eager to score dick!” into her face from a few inches. The torrent of sobs increased even more, and when I released her she didn’t attempt ro run off anymore, but sank to her knees on the floor, her entire body jolting to the rhythm of her wailing. It took a full minute before it slightly diminished, and I enjoyed watching her every single one of those sixty seconds.

Then I said: “Get up,” in a cold and toneless voice, and when she managed to do so: “Get me two safety pins, and get back here RIGHT away.”

As she rushed for her sowing gear, I took the box again. I knew exactly what I needed, and found it before she returned. She offered me the pin, and I told her to turn around again as I took them from her. The weight of the cloth had made her skirt fall down again over her ass, but now I pushed it up, revealing the red marks of another man’s hands again. Then I applied the safety pins to the waistband of the skirt, holding up the cloth, so it couldn’t fall down again and left her buttcoks exposed.

“Just a reminder for us both of your infidelity. This is how you’ll be dressed today, the fruits of your sluttery clearly exposed. Don’t you dare take those pins out!”

She was still sobbing, but not as frantically as before. She wanted to step away, but I held her again, saying: “Not so fast. I guess you understand that I’m in no mood to fuck that trollop cunt of yours anytime soon, right? “

When she nodded, I continued: “Fortunately you have a perfectly viable orifice for a slut to get fucked anyway… bend over!”

“No! You can’t mean that… it’s not natural! It will hurt, I’m too tight down there!”

“You should have thought about that before going out and play the harlot! We’ll work on that tightness… here’s the perfect tool for that!”

I took the butt plug I had taken from the box and held it out to her: “Just wear this for a few hours, and your asshole will be a perfect fit to take your husband’s cock… just like the adulterous slut that you are!”

Her eyes widened in horror, but I didn’t give her time to protest or resist, and pushed her torso downward. Standing behind her, the tip of the plug found her butt entrance, and I started pushing it inside. It didn’t fit right away, I could push it in a few inches but not enough to get the widest part through her sphincter so it would plump down and settle inside.

As I took some lube and put it on the outside of the plug, I said: “Bend over some more. You’ll open up wider, so it can slide in. Or do you want me to use brute ****?”

She shivered and complied. On the second try, I could push the plug through the dead dead center with just a little bit of effort, and it slid through gently to ensconce itself inside. Only the small end of it was still visible outside, and even that was sagging deep in the crack of her ass. I told her to get up and inspected my handiwork. The skirt cloth was draped around her buttocks, like a stage curtain focussing attention to the display between them: her pert round ass, adorned with the marks of her spanking, and the tiny end of the butt plug not completely hidden away, yet stuffing her up quite nicely, as proven by the awkward expression on her face. I couldn’t resist reaching out my hand between her legs, and seize hold of her pussy from underneath. I wasn’t even really surprised to find it properly juiced, and I couldn’t help myself to point that out to her as well: “Heh, at least someone in here likes a treatment like that! My slut wife is ready for more action any time, huh? Well, it will have to wait… I’m quite hungry now, you better get to the kitchen and fetch me something nice!”

And I tapped her buttock to send her off, enjoying the sight of her butt on wiggling display as she walked away.