0 comments/ 100685 views/ 5 favorites Claire's Awakening Ch. 01 By: PunishHer Ray and I have been married for 8 years. I wouldn't say happily married, but married. Ray was never happy with our sex life. It was never often enough, or never good enough. Frankly, I didn't really care, because I was an attractive woman I could have any man I wanted. Also, came from a wealthy family, so money wasn't an issue and I was fucking his friend Dave behind his back. I just stayed with him because it was easy. I didn't need a messy divorce that my family would hold over my head. When we started dating sex was often spontaneous. I would eagerly suck Ray off in public places where there was a chance of getting caught or even on the highway while he was driving. He would surprise me with a romantic setting and things would just happen. Growing up a good Christian girl, I didn't have a lot of experience but I did the best I could. Everything was new and exciting. Once we were married, things changed. My husband wasn't a bad lover, he just wasn't anything special. This was surprising to me, because after a few years of being married, he told me his fantasies about dominating me or other women sexually. He even went as far as describing an encounter with me and another woman. Sometimes he would joke about going to an adult book store to buy "things" to use on me. I didn't think he was really serious about any of that, though. I mean, those things were so taboo. People like us didn't do that sort of thing. Eventually, I would find out that he really was into it. I was bored with the same foreplay we would have before the usual missionary position. I don't want anything real kinky, just something a little different now and then. These days, on the occasion Ray wasn't too tired for sex, I would usually fake an orgasm so we could finish and go to sleep. Besides, his friend Dave kept me pretty satisfied, so I didn't really care. Everyone knows that it's the woman who decides when, where and how sexual encounters are handled in a marriage. However, that was about to change... It was just like any other night, we finished our usual routine of hanging out on the couch watching TV. Ray went through house, made sure everything was closed and locked, and we climbed into bed. I was not really in the mood for "sex" tonight so I left my panties on, turned over with my back to him and started to try and fall asleep. Ray ran his hand over my back and ass which means "let's have sex". Like normal when I wasn't in the mood, I just told him I wasn't interested and closed my eyes again. Then it happened. It was as if a switch and been flipped on inside him. He didn't say word. He just grabbed my panties from behind and tore the thin fabric from my body. I was shocked, he had never acted like this before, so I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. He replied by saying he was doing something he should have done years ago. With an evil glint in his eyes, he swiftly wrapped my own panties around my wrists and stretched my arms over my head to tie the panties to the wooden post at the corner of the bed. I was getting scared since this was definitely not like him and I had no idea where this was going. All I knew was I was completely naked and vulnerable and I had just been restrained by someone that I thought I could predict. He got off the bed and walked to his dresser as I asked him again what the fuck he was doing, trying my best not to give him the pleasure of knowing I was scared shitless. He returned with a ball gag and my eyes widened in horror. Where the hell did that come from!? Immediately I clamped my mouth shut so he wouldn't be able to get it in. Without thinking twice, he roughly slapped my breast and as I opened my mouth to protest, he managed to wedge the gag between my teeth and snapped it behind my head so it would stay put. Ray got back on the bed, his cock now fully erect, and tried to turn me over onto my stomach. I straightened my body so that he just couldn't move me. In my mind, I had won this little battle when suddenly he harshly grabbed my nipples and twisted them. I screamed into the gag in pain. I thought he would tear them right off my body. He started speaking quietly yet firmly, and he said if I didn't cooperate I would regret it. My mind was reeling! What could he possibly do? As if reading my mind, he released my nipples long enough to lean over me to the night stand and he produced a large envelope. He opened the envelope and withdrew a black and white photo. It was a picture of me in all my glory straddling Dave's cock. Dave was a great guy. He made me feel special and he was so hot, I got wet whenever I saw him.. He gave me the feelings that Ray did when we were first dating. There was such an amazing spark between us. We met at a Christmas party for the office where Ray worked, and we just clicked. I spent most of the evening talking to him while Ray was busy kissing the ass of all the senior execs for this office. Our paths crossed a couple more times here and there. Then, Ray had to go out of town for business. Dave stopped by to check in on me, one thing led to another, and we ended up in my bed. Ray ended up going out of town almost once a month, and as soon as he left, Dave would be around. Taking me to fancy dinners, giving me roses and doing things that just made me feel wonderful. I can't believe Ray found out... I was so screwed. If my family saw those photos, I would be cut off from my monthly allowance, and completely rejected, and he knew that. I don't know how he got those pictures, but now he had me. I was completely in shock, trying to get over the recent series of events. As I lay there taking it all in, Ray threw the photo at me and roughly turned me over. Completely defeated, I let him position me in the way he wanted, with my ass high in the air as I was forced to lean down with my wrists bound. He kneeled behind me, and without warning shoved his cock into me. I couldn't believe it, I was being raped by my own husband who also now knew I had been cheating on him. I began sobbing into the gag as Ray picked up the pace. He started fucking my pussy harder and faster, drilling into me unlike ever before. Before I knew it, my body began to betray me. My cunt was getting wetter as he slammed his meat into me. How could this be? Ray picked up on this too as he started to tell me what a slut I was enjoying the good fucking I was getting. He asked if Dave ever fucked me like this, using me like the dirty whore I was. I was so ashamed as he continued to assault me. Finally, I thought he was going to cum, but I was wrong. He withdrew his cock from my well used cunt and spread my ass wide. I had never had a cock in my ass and Ray knew this. I whimpered and squirmed to no avail as he spit on my tight asshole getting my anus prepared for his dick. He let a long trail of saliva run down the crack of my ass as he rubbed it around my tight hole, teasing me and drawing it out. He said sluts loved taking it in every hole and with that pushed his meat into my virgin asshole. I began sobbing harder from the pain of his cock stretching my ass. Ray said he had been waiting a long time to fuck my sexy ass. He spanked my asscheeks hard as he pumped in and out of me saying that there was no way Dave could've fucked my ass with it still being that tight. It felt as if he would split me in half. My crying only seemed to excite him more as he slammed his meat into my shithole harder and faster. I was so humiliated being used like a piece of meat. He used me for his own pleasure and nothing else. He knew I had been fucking someone else. Now, I was just a means to an end. All I could do was kneel there on my elbows and knees, my ass high in the air, and my face in the mattress like a cheap nasty whore, screaming and crying in vein into the gag. I could feel his balls slapping against my wet cunt lips while he plowed into my ass. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, his body spasmed as he grunted and came deep in my rectum. After what seemed like buckets of cum pouring into me, he rested against my upturned ass as he caught his breath. As Ray withdrew from my well fucked asshole, I could feel his cum oozing out. He wiped his cock on my ass a few times just to add to the humiliation and got off the bed. Ray barked at me to turn over onto my back so we could "talk". I turned over showing him my tear stained face and the flush of my chest from fucking I had just received. I was expecting him to want me to suck his cock, but instead he began speaking. Ray said, "From now on, things are going to be different around here. You are nothing but a filthy whore, and you will be treated as such. I have enough pictures of you fucking Dave to show your family and have them cut you off completely. They will know you had an affair, which goes against everything they believe in. So, you have two choices. You can either be my slave, to use how I want, when I want and how I want, or you can leave, and I will make sure these photos get to your father. Which is it going to be slut? Think about it for a while, and I'll come back and check on you later." With that, he turned off the light, left the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Leaving me tied to the bed nude, cum dripping from my ass, gagged and nothing else I could do but consider my options. To be continued... Claire's Awakening Ch. 02 There I lay, just as I was left. My arms ached as they were stretched over my head, wrists bound to the wooden bed post with my own panties. I felt the flaking itchy sensation from cum that had oozed from my ass, dripped between my ass cheeks and dried. I was silenced by the ball shaped gag in my mouth, and all I could do was lie there naked, used and vulnerable, awaiting Ray's return. I contemplated surrendering to him - to be his "slut" as he put it or I could walk and risk him showing the explicit photos of Dave and me to my family. I didn't see any option but to surrender to Ray's demands. I didn't want to be left without any money. I mean, Ray worked, but he only made so much. What was I going to do, give up shopping? Give up my cars and expensive meals out? I don't think so. I'll give him what he wants; eventually he will get tired of tormenting me and leave me to my own devices. Besides, I am insatiable for good sex, and it seems that's what I will get. Deep down, I really enjoyed how Ray used me earlier, and I liked that he was showing signs of being more dominant. It was just such a surprise. Was he really more dominant than he led on to being, was He acting out in anger, or maybe he had been this way all along? The seconds turned to minutes that turned to hours as I waited for him to return as promised. I could still see the clock on the night stand and it was interminable watching the time pass. It felt as if time stood still. I drifted in and out of sleep only to be awakened when I tried to move and was reminded that my wrists were still bound. I woke groggy, and looked at the clock reading 8am. I felt fortunate that it was Saturday morning. I had no obligations until late Monday afternoon. I began to panic. What if he did not release me to meet my obligations? What if he did not return? My mind raced, I could not believe that Ray had left me like this all night! Where the hell was he? Suddenly, I realized I needed to pee. What was I going to do? With my wrists secured over my head I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom, but I refused to loose control and end up lying in my own urine. I tried to hold it for as long as I could. After being bound to the bed all night, I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. I cursed Ray; I cursed myself for not being more discreet with Dave. I was desperate; I just couldn't hold it any longer. I had to do something. I began to squirm, frantic for relief. My legs weren't bound so I had a little room to move around. I wiggled and twisted around and managed to get my body to the side of the bed. My arms were painfully stretched out as I lay on my stomach with my legs hanging off the bed. Unable to wait any longer and completely humiliated, I just let it go. I pissed all over the floor like a common animal. As the acrid smell hit my nose and I began to sob with utter humiliation. Wracked with sobs I struggled to get myself back on the bed afraid that if Ray came back I might not be in as much trouble. Would he mock me for losing control? Would he humiliate and punish me for what I had done? I lay there, my mind racing over the events of last evening, over the absolute humiliation of my situation. I watched the clock's hands move, they seemed to move slower and slower. Finally at 10 o'clock the door to the bedroom opened and Ray walked in smirking. He stood there looking down at me, in nearly the same position he had left me in. I could feel my temper rise, being looked down on by him, but I knew I had to keep it in check and I closed my eyes so I would not have to see the smug look on his face. After a few minutes he removed the gag from my mouth. He asked if I had thought about our little discussion from last night. I fought down my anger and nodded my head, opening my eyes to look up at him in defeat I told him I would do anything he wanted if he just destroyed the photos. Ray smiled, pleased with himself, and I expect pleased with my choice. He continued by saying that today was going to be the first day of my new life. My eyes followed him as he moved to the closet. As I watched him, I took the opportunity to move the muscles around in my mouth since it was finally gag-free. He sniffed, and stopped in his tracks looking at me. He looked me right in the eyes and said, "You pissed yourself, didn't you, bitch?" My face turned a bright crimson and I argued, "You left me no choice. I didn't wet the bed, I went on the floor." "What a filthy whore. You pissed on the carpet?! You know fucking well you'll be cleaning it up later, when I am through with you." There was nothing I could say. I just watched him as he turned towards the closet. Ray returned moments later with some restraints and chains. I watched in shock as he started laying them out on the bed beside me. He had a whole closet full of things I had never seen before. Wide-eyed I followed his movements. He wrapped a restraint around each of my ankles, forcing my legs to remain spread wide. Attaching the chains to the corners of the bed, they were then attached the restraints on my ankles. I pulled on them, feeling more helpless by the second. Next, he attached similar restraints to my wrists and attached them to the place where my panties were already holding my wrists. I was helpless. Without warning he removed the panties and shoved them into my mouth. I could smell my musky scent as it passed under my nose, and as the fabric settled into my mouth, I was overcome with the taste of myself. He stood, looking down at me once more, admiring his handy work. There was a glint in his eye, his gaze steely. He didn't resemble the Ray I knew. Predictable Ray. The Ray who did what I wanted when I wanted. He reached down, running his hand over my trimmed, but hairy bush. "This is the first thing that's going to change," he said "If you are going to be my slut, you will have no hair anywhere but your head." I am certain I looked at him, my eyes radiating defiance. I had seen women in the gym with no pubic hair, and it always reminded me of a little girl. Being a woman, I liked having a nice thick bush. Before I could protest, he began cutting the curly hair away with a pair of scissors. I tried to squirm , fighting the bonds to move away from the scissors. Ray commanded me to lay perfectly still or I would get cut. He added that I should be happy he's trimming me first, rather than using only a razor. I could feel the cool air against the skin that had been hidden under a layer of hair for so long. I was frustrated, unable to stop him, and worst of all, I was starting to feel dampness between my legs! I was actually aroused. I couldn't believe I was starting to enjoy it. With the scissors he made quick work of my pubic hair, then as I lay there unable to see what he was doing, I felt him lathering the stubble with shaving gel. Ray made sure to tease my hardening clit as he massaged the shaving gel all over me. I was so aroused, how could I be aroused? I was sure this was going to push me over the edge. My hips bucked upwards against his hand, almost as if they had a life of their own. I could feel myself pulling at the bonds as I strained, desperate for more of his touch. He gave me a smug look and drew his hand away, producing a disposable razor. He warned me again not to move, and began shaving me smooth. I moaned behind the gag. I could feel my juices dripping down the crack of my ass as I lay there trying not to think about anything but the feeling of the razor on newly exposed skin. I was lost in the new sensations, and found myself wanting nothing but to surrender to what he was doing to me. I opened my eyes as he moved away, and moaned anew, as he got a warm washcloth and washed away any hair that remained, soaking me with the warm water. I could feel it in warm rivulets between my folds, puddling under my ass. I looked up at Ray. He looked so smug, so happy with shave himself. He grabbed a nearby hand mirror holding it so I could see my naked pussy. I blushed, looking at myself, looking at what he had done to me, at what he was making me for his own pleasure. He traced his free hand over my wet puffy lips. "You love how that feels, don't you whore? Your cunt is so wet, I'll bet you could cum right now." I felt the tears welling up , stinging as I nodded and blushed, looking down, unable to meet his eyes. His touch became rough, as he moved his hand over my clean shaven pussy, making it clear that this pussy was his to do with as he wished. I was throbbing, aching for more. I couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything but the yarning need building faster and stronger than I had ever experienced. I needed to explode. His thumb brushed my hard clit and slipped a finger into my hot, wet cunt. Immediately a second one, followed by another finger, and then a third. I didn't want to look in the mirror, but I couldn't help it. It was so hot. I couldn't believe how sexy it was that I could actually see him fucking me with his fingers in the mirror. My mind was reeling; I was overcome with arousal; excited and humiliated all at once. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of cumming, but I didn't think I could hold back much longer. He was working his fingers hard and fast in and out of my sopping wet fuckhole. A guttural moan escaped my lips as I started bucking my hips against his hand. "You are such a filthy fucking slut. I don't think you deserve to cum." I was writhing in my bonds, thrusting my hips up to meet his fingers as best I could, craving them deeper inside me. My clit was throbbing, chest heaving, I had lost all control of myself. I just needed to cum. I was so close. A little more stimulation in just the right spot and I would be there. As suddenly as he began finger fucking me he stopped, withdrawing his fingers from my cunt. I looked at him, my eyes crazed, looking to his hand glistening with my juices and tried to beg with my eyes. Oh God, I cannot stand it. He can't do this to me! I was just about to cum! That bastard! I groaned and pulled at the restraints, trying to squeeze my legs together; anything to get enough stimulation to take me over the edge, but I was stuck. There was nothing I could do but beg and plead for him to continue behind the fabric of my panties. This was beyond humiliation, but I didn't care, all reason had left me, all that was left was my need to cum. I whimpered and yelled into the fabric stuffed in my mouth to no avail as he stood there watching me suffer. He looked down on me, this man I had married but never really known. He set the mirror down and with a smirk, told me to "stay put" and he turned, walking out of the room without a backward glance. He left, leaving me in a state of arousal I had never experienced to this degree. He left me there, unable to think about anything but Him.. To be continued...