Jun 14
the thought of him having my location
stalking me even from afar
seen from Yemen
seen from Germany
seen from Mexico
seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from France
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Russia
the thought of him having my location
stalking me even from afar
You were at a friend's pool party with your husband. Sitting on his lap. The other husbands are listening to him brag about what a good girl you are. You just smile, the pride in his voice making your praise kink go insane even as the humiliation of such private stories being shared mixed.
"There is no way she is that obedient."
Your husband looked at you. "Strip." You stood up and did exactly that. The wet spot on your panties is visible as you take them off. "Suck."
Going to your knees you fish your husband's cock out. Giving him an eager blow job. Worshiping his cock till he says, "Deep throat." You nose buried in his pubes as he has you hold that position for a dozen seconds. "Rimjob."
You work his shorts off as he shifts in his chair. It doesn't matter that your friends are watching with fascination. That the men are fucking you with their eyes. Your husband gave you an order to eat his ass. So you do. Your tounge probing his asshole. "Dress and sit on my lap."
You do, he turns to look at you. "Good girl."
"Oh sweetie, you think you might escape. Such a silly little girl. There isn't anyone for a hundred miles. Scream all you want no one can hear you. The nearest town is 150 miles that way. Do you think you can hide from me in the woods I grew up hunting in?"
His hand stroked your cheek. "I am going to make you into a perfect little wifey." Holding up the cattle prod. "Hopefully you don't learn too quickly..." The grin on his face is growing.
What is the difference between a well-trained dog and a well-trained wife? The dog doesn't hump your leg.
Sure, the whole making you go without panties thing is fun sometimes. But most of the time, I want you to be fully dolled up in lingerie. I want you to spend an extra 20 minutes getting ready to go out for the most mundane tasks.
To spend that time putting on flimsy and frilly things whose only value is to making you more fuckable. To spend that time reflecting on how I want you to be my fuck toy Barbie. A reminder that your appearance is more valuable than your time.