Sasha hopped up the stairs, her heart beating at a million miles an hour. Her new husband was still at the car getting the bags but she wanted to be sure that the preperations she'd made during the day before going to pick him up from the station were complete. The anticipation of revealing what a good wife she'd been was killing her. She had spent days preparing for this weekend retreat, transforming herself, and the small cabin nestled in the heart of the woods that she'd rented for their "therapy session" into what she knew would please him the most. She giggled a little at the fact she was wearing makeup, something she really only did for one reason... But that would come later.

She kicked off her shoes at the door, willing herself to slow down as she ran through the list of tasks she had completed: candles lit, dishes washed, and the table set ready for a steak dinner that was mostly ready. A basket of fresh-baked bread, and a bottle of Hunter shiraz breathing on the table.

A feast fit for a king, or rather, for her master. She snatched up the bottle of single malt from the sideboard, pouring it into Sir's favorite crystal glass, the amber liquid swirling as she set it down on the table like a trophy.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the forest  that filtered through the open window, mixing with the smokey tang of the whiskey and a subtle scent of leather. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the rustic interior of the cabin. She caught her reflection in the windowpane, candlelight accentuating her flushed cheeks, and eyes bright with anticipation.

She turned to face the front door, wanting to see the look on her Master’s face when he saw what was waiting for him. He'd been so tired and stressed for so long, she wanted to take that from him the only way she knew how. Slipping out of the little sundress she'd been wearing she kicked it under the coffee table then looked at her reflection again. Her smooth, cream coloured skin was infused with the scent of coconut lotion she’d rubbed into every inch and as yet unblemished.

That too would soon change, and she bit her lip at the thought of the marks Sir would leave as he claimed her. Her husband loved the appearance of innocence she portrayed to all who met her in public and she’d accentuated it this evening. Her freshly brushed hair flowed in curly waves onto her slim bare shoulders, framing her lightly dimpled cheeks and resting on the upper curve of her perky little breasts.

The rarely applied eye makeup was a reminder of their wedding day, a few short months before, but her lipstick, the dark red of port wine and the jet black mascara were ready to be smeared across her face and paint tracks down her cheeks if Master’s darker urges needed release. The innocent look was for the outside world and to spark her Master’s desire when he first glimpsed his perfect wife waiting for him in their romantic little cabin this evening.

But away from the public eye as they were now, she’d be waiting on her knees, a submissive whore, ready to be used however he chose. 

With that thought her long slim legs bent at the knee and she sank to the floor. She picked up the kinky little top made of fine chains and leather straps that her master loved seeing her in so much, and slipped it over her head. Then she buckled the petite black collar around her long neck, adjusting the sturdy attachment points spaced around it and tugging it hard to be sure it was ready for her master’s leash. 

Her husband had watched his angelic looking wife enter the house, but there was nothing angelic about the little slut with a wicked smile on her lips waiting on her knees for him now.

She heard the crunch of boots on gravel outside. He was here. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red in anticipation as the door creaked open.

Then there he stood, arms full of bags and with the tired look in his eyes that had been all too common lately. His eyes locked onto hers, and she watched the change come over him immediately. Her tired husband vanished as her dark, lustful owner replaced him. His back straightened, the muscles in his arms flexed and he placed the bags on the ground to each side, then straightened slowly, without breaking eye contact. Sir was back, and she felt a shiver run down her spine knowing what that entailed.

"Hello, little one, you've changed" he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a wave of heat between her legs. She bit her lip, her pussy already throbbing with need.

"Master," she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor in deference. She loved the way that title rolled off her tongue, loved the way it made him growl with satisfaction.

He stepped inside, his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards. He slowly kicked them off as he examined her and then let his eyes wander around the little cabin where she planned to make him forget the pain and stress the rest of the world held for the next few days.

She could see the growing outline of his cock as it engorged, straining against his pants, and it made her mouth water. She knew that nothing turned her master on more than her willingness to please him, and she felt a powerful desire to turn around, spread herself for him and let him empty his cum and stress into her immediately. But she knew better than to act without his command.

Daniel walked over to the table, picking up the glass of whiskey she had poured for him. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving her. "You've outdone yourself, whore," he said, his voice approving. "Everything looks... inviting."

She blushed at the compliment, her pussy clenching at the promise in his voice and hearing him address her with what was sure to  be only the beginning of her transformation into his personal fucktoy. "Thank you, Master," she whispered.

He set the glass down and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched, mesmerized, as his chest came into view, the sprinkling of dark hair arrowing downwards, disappearing beneath his belt. The shirt dropped to the floor and he met her eyes again.

"I think, my unmarked little slut," he said, his voice a low growl, "that you should come here and help me with this." He gestured to his belt, his eyes flickering with a dark heat.

Sasha felt a surge of excitement. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't wait.

She crawled towards him on hands and knees, her hips swaying, and smooth ass proudly on display. Stopping in front of him, she straightened up, kneeling before him but this time spreading her thighs apart, inviting her master's eyes to linger between them on her freshly waxed pussy, already glistening, with a delicate bead of her juices dripping from the lips. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, knowing her flawless skin would soon show signs of ownership.

He undid his belt, the leather hissing softly as it slipped through the loops. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she looked demurely down, watching the first drip from her slit leave a trail down the inside of her thigh. 

Sasha reached up and freed her husband's cock from his pants, sliding them to the floor before dutifully bent forward to take them off and his socks off completely while he enjoyed the view of her ass she presented to him. When she raised herself again, his cock was fully engorged and virtually touching her lips.

She loved this part, the anticipation, the build-up. He always knew how to draw it out, to make her beg for it.

"You know what I'm going to do with this, don't you?" he asked, holding the belt out towards her. She nodded, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. 

"Yes, Master," she whispered, her eyes flickering up to meet his. He folded the belt in half, grasping the two ends tightly in his hand before snapping it together with a loud crack that made her flinch.

She looked up at Daniel, filled with a mix of fear and excitement as his eyes slowly made their way over every part of her, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Ten, I think," he said, his voice casual, as if they were discussing the weather. "Count them. I want to hear every single one."

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Master," she whispered.

He grabbed the back of her neck, wrapping his fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp, pulling her head back roughly and thrusting his cock between her lips briefly before lifting her to her feet. Then he picked her up as if she weighed less than the suitcase he’d carried in moments before and laid her facedown on the dining table. Her ass perfectly positioned for what was coming.

"Start counting, slut," he growled, his voice laced with anticipation as the whistle of the belt was immediately followed by the crack of leather hitting skin echoing around the little room.

She took a deep breath, trying to recover her calm, knowing that from this moment on, till they were back in the public, she was his property. "One, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The belt came down hard, the leather snapping against her ass like a whip. She yelped, her body jerking forward, knowing two things. Welts were already rising on her delicate skin, and her Master was going to watch her makeup run down her face tonight.

"Two, Master," she gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

He struck again, the belt landing just below the first mark.

Sasha cried out, her body tensing as the pain blossomed across her flesh. "Three, Master," she managed to choke out, her voice shaking.

Daniel paused, running his hand over the raised red lines on her ass. Admiring his work and allowing himself to sink deeper and deeper into Dom space. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, could feel the dampness between her legs growing. The pain was intense, but it only served to heighten her arousal.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice softening for a moment. Then, just as quickly, it hardened again and the snap of pain piled expertly on pain, bloomed again.

"Four, Master," she panted, her body trembling with the effort to remain still. The belt came down again, and again, each strike landing with precise, measured force. Sasha counted each one, her voice growing louder, more desperate with each blow.

He paused after the tenth strike, running his hand over her burning ass. She could feel the heat of his palm, the gentle caress a stark contrast to the brutal lashes she had just received. She moaned, her body writhing beneath his touch.

"Please, Master," she begged, her voice hoarse with need.

"Please fuck me."

Daniel chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, I will, whore," he promised, his voice laced with lust. "But first, I want to taste that sweet cunt of yours."

He grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over onto her back. She gasped, her eyes wide as she looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. He sat at the table, ready to make a meal of her, his hands roughly pushing her thighs apart.

She could feel the cool air against her wet pussy, could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at her exposed flesh. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to lick her slit, and she moaned, her hips bucking upwards.

"Fuck, you taste good, whore," he growled, his voice muffled against her pussy. He licked her again, his tongue delving deep inside her, fucking her with long, slow strokes. She writhed beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He groaned, his tongue finding her clit, circling it, teasing it, until she was a moaning, squirming mess. He knew exactly what she liked, exactly how to touch her to drive her wild.

Knowing she was on the borderline to oblivion he leaned back, leaving her whimpering with need he demanded “Spread yourself for me, whore.”

“Yes Master,” she moaned as she complied, wrapping her hands around her legs, gripping her ass and opening her dripping slit. He watched in delight as his little whore adjusted the position of her fingers before digging them into her ass again and this time completely opening herself for his viewing pleasure, her pussy and ass gaped open and his rock hard erection leaked pre-cum as he watched a mixture of her juices and his saliva flow from her engorged pussy over her clenching little asshole.

Unable to let it go to waste, he rubbed two fingers through the slippery mess dripping from her and then pressed them firmly against her tight little ring until it gave way to his demanding pressure, his little slut moaning as he slid them deep inside her ass.    

"Oh, fuck, Master," she panted, driven mad by being spread open on a dining table while her tight little ass was being penetrated. “Make me your whore, use me however you want, my holes are yours.”

Daniel leaned forward, ever so softly caressing the lips of her dripping pussy with the tip of his tongue, listening to her breathing and moans, feeling the rhythmic waves clenching on his fingers buried in his little fucktoys ass he played her like an instrument. 

He knew her body better than she knew her own, and could keep her teetering on the edge of an explosion for an hour if he wanted to, and he would if she didn’t do as she was told.

“Beg!” he demanded and she instantly complied, knowing it was the only way to get the release she needed because if she tipped over the edge without permission a few welts on her ass would be the least of her worries. “Please Master, please may I come?” she groaned in desperation. 

He ignored her pleas and slightly intensified his licking, straying ever closer to the now fully revealed clitorus peaking from beneath its hood. Sasha was nearly screaming in frustration “PLEASE SIR!” she screamed, knowing she was seconds from the point of no return and passing it without being commanded to would result in brutal punishment.

He growled, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through her. "Do it, whore," he commanded, his voice muffled against her pussy. "Come for me. Now," Daniel demanded, his voice vibrating against her slick folds as his tongue started firmly circling her clit. Sasha's body responded instantly, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screamed, her thighs clamping around his head, her fingers twisting in his hair as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Daniel didn't let up, his finger’s were now thrusting deep into her ass, his tongue lapping at her, his lips sucking on her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering, panting mess. A pool of her juices dripped out of her, around the fingers buried in her spasming little ass hole and spread on the wooden table around her. When he finally lifted his head, his chin glistening with her juices, she could only stare at him, her chest heaving.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Delicious," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "But I think it's time you fed me properly isn't it?

She nodded, her body still trembling with aftershocks. He stood up, offering her his hand. She took it, allowing him to pull her to sit on the table edge. Her legs were wobbly, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.

He roughly shoved her toward the kitchen to prepare dinner as he sat to enjoy the view of her glowing red ass, criss-crossed with welts, and dripping pussy retreating across the room. Lifting the crystal glass he savoured his whiskey and smiled for what felt like the first time in months.

She swayed her hips, and cheekily spread herself as she walked, knowing full well the effect she had on him. He grunted in approval as she began to cook, and she could feel his gaze burning into her.

Once the meal was ready, she served him, placing the plate in front of him and then kneeling beside his chair, her head resting on his thigh. He fed her bites, alternating between his own mouth and hers, her lips and tongue eagerly licking and sucking his hard cock between each morsel she was given. 

After dinner, he pushed his plate away and with his hands now free, grabbed each side of her head and buried his cock in her throat, growling deeply in satisfaction at the feeling of exerting absolute control over his obedient wife.

She gagged slightly then opened her mouth wider, swallowing and pushing her tongue out to take him deeper, eager to please him.

"Fuck, that's it, whore," he grunted, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper. "Take it all. Every fucking inch."

She tried to relax her throat, to take him deeper, her eyes locked onto his as he fucked her face. He could feel her tongue working against him, her lips tight around his shaft, and it wasn't long before he was ready to explode.

Controlling the urge to empty his balls down the little sluts throat Daniel dragged her to her feet and bent her over the dining table

The welts on her skin stood out in stark relief to her smooth skin and he briefly ran his fingers over them, enjoying the rush of power that coursed through his veins from the knowledge that his wife would do anything for him, accept any pain, humiliation or degradation he chose to inflict on her.

Then he snapped back to the moment and began firmly and repeatedly spanking his little piece of ass.

Her moans grew louder, matching in volume the weight of his blows till she burst into tears, crying and sobbing as the spanks continued to fall. The only comfort he allowed her was his fingers being pushed into her mouth, so she could lick and suck them, as the carefully applied mascara ran tracks down her cheeks.

Once her masters fingers were wet with her spit and tears he withdrew the fingers from her mouth and she felt a damp line trail down her back, sliding between her ass cheeks and then the pressure of him pushing them against her tight little asshole again.

She felt the little ring of muscles stretch and she moaned as the resistance gave way and her masters fingers filled her tight little hole, she could hear the need in his moan as he scissored open his fingers, gaping open her ass. She loved the feeling of being used as his sex toy, her body good for nothing except whatever he wanted it for.

She felt her master shift till he was standing directly behind her, and the pleasant stretch of her ass suddenly intensified as he pushed 2 fingers from his other hand into her too, knowing what he wanted to see she reached back and used both her hands to spread her ass, while he used 2 fingers on each hand inside her to widen the gaping hole on display. Unable to hold her head up while pleasing her master in this way, she gave in completely to her debasement and let her head drop into the mess she’d left on the table earlier, her tongue eagerly licking it up.

The growl that came from her master’s throat when he noticed what she was doing was exactly the reaction she’d been hoping for

Knowing that her husband loved nothing more than to hear and see her behaving like a dirty slut once he was this far gone, she moaned more loudly, licking at the mess feverishly as she pushed back against the fingers stretching her tight little ass and began begging for his cock

"Please fill your little whore Daddy" she begged and knew she'd cracked him as his cock pressed against the dripping lips of her pussy, sliding between her slippery folds till he thrust forward, deeply filling her.

With her ass being spread wide with 4 fingers inside her, her Master began pounding his cock into her pussy, his balls slapping against her already super sensitive clit till she was gasping in pain and pleasure. She sunk into sub space completely, she was his possession, a fucktoy to be used and abused. Her master owned her, he had her vigorous consent to do whatever he needed to to calm the dark side he kept buried and hidden from the world. She was his but he was also hers, they had found in each other someone who understood the other's cravings and fulfilled them completely, without judgement or fear of not being “normal”.

As these thoughts crashed joyfully  through her overstimulated mind she felt her pussy stretch, her Master’s cock engorging to the point she knew from years of experience signalled an approaching explosion. The throbbing hardness of him inside her was within seconds of filling her with his hot cum and her barely working mind was attempting to decide on where she should beg to have filled or covered in her masters seed when she felt the first pulse start inside her.

"I'm going to fill all your holes my little whore" was growled into her ear as the felt the first spurt inside her pussy, immediately followed by his cock withdrawing and thrusting into her spread ass to shoot the next rope of cum

She felt his fingers be pulled roughly from her ass, releasing her abused little hole to clench firmly on his throbbing cock as her hair was wrenched back for one single, hard thrust deep inside her ass, before he threw her to the floor. Then as she looked up at her Master standing above her, with his cum dripping from her pussy and ass he finished his load all over her, her lips, breasts, throat and stomach were covered in his mess as she lay on the ground, spreading herself, opening her mouth and playing with the cum covering her until he was completely spent.

"Perfect little cumslut" her master praised her, as he admired the ruined mess he'd made of his innocent little wife after retrieving the glass of whiskey.

"Thank you master" she blushed, bowing her head in gratitude that her owner was pleased with her work so far.