“Take your pills, go to the bedroom and assume the position,” her husband said.“Yes, master,” Sophie
“Take your pills, go to the bedroom and assume the position,” her husband said.“Yes, master,” Sophie said. She cast down her eyes obediently and hurried to the kitchen, where her blister packages were sitting on the shelf. She took a green pill and a blue pill, like every evening, and swallowed them with a glass of water. Immediatly, she felt the green pill take effect. It made her horny, and the arousement would get stronger within the next hours. At the same time, she knew that the blue pill would prevent her from any orgasm - as the law §33.b demanded.Sophie felt guilty. She had failed to make her husband cum during dinner. She didn’t know exactly why, but it was her fault, of course. Law §1 stated clearly that the purpose of every women was to make her man happy all the time. And she had failed. Sophie had sat under the table, sucking her husband’s dick with all the skills they had taught her at the recent ATFBW, the advanced training for bimbo wives - all in vain. The women next to her had all succeeded in making her boyfriends and husbands cum, and they had giggled in delight, gulping down every last drop, while Sophie had failed. Her husband’s dick had tasted a bit differently - maybe he had been fucking somebody else before dinner, the housemaid or one of his office girls, but that was, of course, no excuse whatsoever for her failure. There was a reason why she attended these ATFBW classes. Failure was not acceptable.Sophie walked to the bedroom, slipped out of her dress and assumed the position on the table. Of course, master would chastize her now. He was right to do so. Women needed guidance and a firm hand and a good spanking. That’s what Sophie learned in all her classes, what the BW-TV said and the “Good bimbo” magazine said. Not that it was, in fact, necessary to mention it. Sophie knew it was right. One just knew when things were right, wasn’t it so? The sky was blue, the grass was green, and women were made to submit and obey. Duh. Sophie felt her pussy dampen. The effect of the green pill was gaining momentum very quickly. She needed cock. But she probably would not get it. She had failed. She had violated at least five laws tonight by not making her husband cum and he would make her pay. Rightly so.Sophie’s mind drifted back to her history classes, where the teachers had taught them about the times when women had not been submissive and horny. How frigid women had brought chaos and war to the world: Alexandra the Great, Napoleonetta Bonaparte, Adolfina Hitler… basically every war that had ever been fought and every catastrophe made by humans had been the cause of women. Women were forever guilty. They could not be allowed to think of anything else than sex, lust and how to please men. The world was a better place, since the new bimbo laws had been introduced. Sophie was proud to live in an age of pease, prospertiy and the submission of women. She felt her cunt spasm and twitch. Fuck. She needed to fuck so badly. Alexandra the Great had been punished after her downfall by the Persians, her history teachers had said. She had been raped by 333 Persians. Sophie wished herself in Alexandra’s place.Her husband entered the room.“I am very disappointed in you”, he said coldly.Sophie shuddered.“Yes, master. I have failed, master. I am sorry, master. Please forgive me, master!”“I will not.”Sophie nodded. She heard her husband opening his trousers and loosening his belt. She felt the air whistle, as the belt hissed.“Three strokes”, her husband said.“Yes, master. Thank you, master”, Sophie had tears in her eyes. And her cunt was still throbbing with desire. Unfulfilled desire. She knew, she would probabyl cry and moan at the same time. Every strike would cause her pain and pleasure. It was her only way of release. The blue pill had long kicked in. No climax for her.“One”, her husband said. The belt hissed. Sophie screamed and moaned simultaneously. It felt like Heaven and Hell combined. It freed her spirit. She craved those moments. It made life worth living. She was being punished, and it felt like a relief.“Thank you, master”, she sobbed.“After I beat you flaming red, I will ass fuck you, worthless slut! If you are too stupid to make me cum with your lips, I am sure your tight ass will do the trick.”“Yes, master. Thank you, master”, Sophie whispered, sobbing.“Two”, he said and hit. Sophie screamed and her body was shaken uncontrollably by deep, shuddering arousal and a sharp pain.“Tomorrow morning, you will tit fuck me until I cum into your face. You will wear my cum as a sign for the whole day while going shopping”, he said calmly.“Yes, master. Thank you, master.”“Three.”It struck Sophie suddenly that she had been wrong, of course. The pain of the belt was not her only way of feeling release. The even more important way was to make her husband climax and feel all the release she could give him. That was, of course, her most important purpose in life. If she could not feel the glorious heights, watching her husband reach them was the closest thing to it. She licked salty tears from her lips, took a deep breath and turned around. Eyes still cast down. Lying down on the bed on her back, grabbing her legs and pulling them towards her face.“Please, master, fuck your worthless slut’s ass!”, Sophie whispered hoarsely.As she saw the eager look on her husband’s place, she felt joy rushing through her body. A joy and relief that was greater than anything Sophie could have imagined. She was a good wife. She knew that. -- source link