Emma the slutwife moves into a new house with her dominant husband Scott
21 year old Carla was busy vacuuming the living room when she saw the new neighbours pull their car into the driveway of the house.
“Honey! The new neighbours are here!” she called to her 32 year old husband.
John emerged from his office where he had been putting a few more things to rights, moving over to the window to see.
A tall blonde strapping man with very muscular arms dressed in a white polo shirt and khakis unfolded himself from the driver’s seat and went around to the other side of the car and opened the door.
He unbuckled the seatbelt and helped the young blonde woman there to stand up. The young woman wobbled in her high heels for a moment, clutching at her husband’s arms for balance, then straightened with a little difficulty.
She was positively tiny!
She rolled her shoulders and smiled up at her husband, who lovingly tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear.
Ah, young love.
Carla knew what it felt like. She still felt the same way, utterly smitten by her loving husband and master, who protected, cherished, and dominated her completely.
“We should go introduce ourselves,” John said, looking over at Carla.
She nodded eagerly.
Their houses were the only two at the end of a lesser-used road just outside of the city. John liked his quiet and preferred to live in a place away from the hustle and bustle, even if it did mean adding an hour to his daily commute. Next-door had been empty for two years, or just before Carla married John when she was 19. The couple who had been living there decided to move closer to where their children had school, saying it would be better for the children to have friends and socialize more.
The quiet was nice, but Carla was getting a little lonely.
“I’m going to bake them a cake,” Carla said decisively, turning to move to the kitchen. John gave her backside a mighty spank as she turned, making her yelp and her large chest bounce.
“You’re so mean to me!” Carla whined.
John grabbed her by the waist and hooked a finger through one of her nipple rings, tugging lightly and making her moan.
“You don’t like it?” John teased. He kissed her gently on the mouth and slid his hand down to her clit.
Carla moaned into the kiss when her clit ring was pulled and flicked. John loved to toy with her wedding clit ring. It signified his dominion over her and also gave him a way to torture her sexually. While Carla, like every little girl, had dreamed of marrying a good man, she hadn’t been very enthused about having her most sensitive area pierced. But as time passed, her clit ring had become an integral part of a fulfilling sex life, and helped her immensely in her role as a submissive slave-wife.
“I love it, master,” Carla whispered when John broke the kiss.
Her cunt was dripping wet, as it always was when John started torturing her clit. John slipped two fingers in there, scooping up her love juices, then feeding them back to her.
“I’m going to rape you hard tonight,” John promised.
Carla whimpered, her cunt growing hotter. Her husband loved rape fantasies and Carla loved playing the part of the unwilling woman, resisting but overpowered by a strong man, forced to orgasm over and over again on his large meaty cock.
“I look forward to it,” Carla said, breathlessly.
John gave her clit ring a final tug, then pushed her in the direction of the kitchen.
—
19 year old Emma was very excited. It was a fine Saturday morning and they were at the new house! She had married 27 year old Scott Young immediately upon her graduation from Clarkson’s Finishing Academy for Young Women.
The journey here had been enjoyable for her husband Scott, but quite tortuous for her because of the new customized car seats he installed in their car. The large dildos mounted to the cushion had impaled her completely and left her unable to move. What’s more, Scott had fastened her clit ring to a little hook in front of her so that she wouldn’t be able to stand up and get away from the dildos! The thrumming of the car caused both rods to tease her youthful holes. Every bump and jolt, fucked into her roughly, making her moan and squirm.
She was a good wife though, and didn’t protest, just placed her hands on her knees and suffered for the entire three hour drive.
Scott was kind enough to unfasten her and help her into the house. Her skirt was completely drenched by then, and she would have to clean up the car seat later, but she thanked her husband for the experience and wobbled up to their room.
The place was already furnished and modified to their liking. Scott wanted to have the place completely ready for habitation and sexual submission immediately after their wedding so that they could enjoy married life without interruptions. Immediately after Emma said yes to his proposal, he had bought this place and had it redone to his liking.
“It’s beautiful!” Emma exclaimed, toeing off her heels and pulling off her blouse. Scott liked her naked all the time and who was she to object? In fact, it was expected of a good submissive wife to always be naked and available for her husband’s sexual pleasure. She shimmied out of her skirt and picked it up to put in the laundry basket. Her holes ached with pleasure still, and her cunt was oozing her love juice down her thighs. Scott came up behind her, putting his shoes away on the shoe rack, and then slipped his fingers into her still gaping asshole
.
“Oh!” Emma gasped. Scott fingered her lightly, teasing her rim, then tugged her along with his fingers still in her shitter. She was so much shorter than him so she had to tiptoe while she was being anally guided!
“I had the living room prepared,” Scott whispered in her ear, pointing to the side of the couch.
At first glance, the space was like any other space. However, upon closer inspection, Emma saw that there was a large pen next to the couch, with hooks in the wall. She would be chained there when Scott wanted her in puppy mode, she supposed. The thought made her cunt twitch in anticipation.
“And a few special chairs for you,” Scott pulled her along to stand in front of the stool.
It was a wooden stool with two dildos mounted to it, and a machine under it that Emma immediately recognized as the HoleGaper3000. She shivered, remembering how she had classes on that thing back in Clarkson’s Finishing Academy for Young Women. Most of the chairs in the academy were mounted with simple fuck machines or dildos, designed to keep a girl’s mind on her holes while she was learning about other things. However, the advanced orgasm control classes all had HoleGaper3000s. These were designed to fuck orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of a hole. Girls were only allowed to graduate if they could withstand two hours on these machines at full speed without cumming at all. Emma had managed, but only barely.
No doubt, Scott had bought several of those. It was a famous model and one beloved by dominant husbands everywhere.
Scott anally led Emma to the dining room.
There were two dog dishes close to the stairs, one labelled “FOOD” and the other labelled “CUM”. Beside the dishes was a drinking bottle for human pets attached to the wall. Unlike the usual steel ball nozzle, there was a flesh coloured penis nozzle. If Emma was in puppy mode, she would have to kneel and suckle at the penis in order to drink the water. But to be honest, she had a feeling that she would be drinking from it whether she was in puppy mode or not.
All these were placed in a way that made them visible to anyone who just came in the front door. It was designed in a way to announce that Emma wasn’t just a slave-wife, but also a little puppy bitch. She felt her cunt start to drip again. Scott said that he sometimes had his associates over. Perhaps if he invited his friends, she would have to suckle water from that obscene cock like a good bitch. Everyone would know! She couldn’t help but moan at the thought.
“Your training room is through this door,” Scott said with a huge smile. He pushed a third finger into Emma’s hungry ass and then anally guided her to the next room.
Emma gasped.
There were racks of dildos and toys, all mounted at puppy height along one of the walls. Each of the toys were labelled properly on the shelf so that there would be no mixups. One of the new Analhilator’s stood proudly in the centre of the room. There were hooks and a cross screwed into the wall so that Emma could be restrained easily, a fuck bench, and a large doggie bed in a corner. Collars hung on the back of the door, alongside several leashes.
The thing that drew Emma’s eyes the most was the collection of jewelry and nipple chains in a glass case.
“Are these for me?” she asked, eyes wide as she looked up at her husband in awe.
Scott smiled down at her indulgently, pulling her over to stand in front of the case. He pulled his fingers from Emma’s slutty asshole and proceeded to unclip her tit support strap from her nipple piercings. Emma sighed as her nipples were finally allowed to rest.
While most men didn’t explicitly forbid their wives from wearing bras, the more common option nowadays were tit support straps which went around the back of the neck and were attached to a girl’s nipple rings. One could make their breasts perk up more by simply shortening the straps and pulling up the nipples. This was often used in conjunction with a cleavage strap between the nipple rings to pull them together. It took some getting used to and Emma’s nipples were often sore at the end of the day.
Scott took out a gorgeous silver nipple chain and fastened it to Emma’s rings. It hung prettily between her large tits. He couldn’t resist giving it a tug and making Emma gasp. Then, he nudged Emma’s legs apart and attached the matching teardrop crystal to her clit ring.
Emma whimpered as the weight of the pendant tugged at her sensitive bud. The piercing was still quite fresh, even with today’s healing technology, it would be a little tender for some time. That didn’t stop Scott from teasing it at all. He was even talking about getting her some labial piercings so that he could keep her pussy spread all the time. The thought of having her pussy always open, always available and on display, it made her incredibly wet.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Scott told her, drinking in the sight of her ringed nipples and clit. The teardrop crystal shone and sparkled in the light. If he brought her out with it bare-bottomed, there was no doubt that it would catch the eye of every passer-by. Everyone would know that he married snd owned this gorgeous girl.
“C’mon, there one new thing I added,” Scott told her.
He slipped his fingers back into her asshole and then guided her to the little door on the other side of the room.
It opened up into a tiny glass room. Emma looked at her husband, puzzled. There was a fuck-stool, ports, and attachments to render Emma immobile. Why would there be a need for a separate playroom?
“This is made out of one-way glass. Anyone passing by outside will be able to see what you’re doing inside here.”
Emma’s pussy gushed immediately.
She wouldn’t be able to see outside, but everyone outside would be able to see inside. Meaning that as long as a person walked to the side or the back of the house, they would be able to see everything Emma did in this room.
If Scott ordered her to come in here and fuck herself, toy with herself, she would be putting on a show for the whole world to see. And she wouldn’t even know who was watching!
“You like that, don’t you?” Scott asked, giving her bottom an affectionate spank.
Emma bit her lip.
“I dooo,” she admitted.
Emma used to be very shy about her desire to be a submissive sexual slave wife even though it was the social norm. Part of her attributed it to the fact that she came from a small town where the submissiveness wasn’t so public. Her mother wore her engagement nipple rings and her wedding clit ring all the time, but she was a hard-working woman at the bakery and had no time to spend fucking herself onto toys for random pedestrians. And her father certainly didn’t have the money to spend on frivolous things like clit leashes or fuck machines! Not to mention, as middle-class workers, they were always on the move from chore to chore, and had no time for public displays of sex.
“What a man does with his wife is no one’s business,” Mother had scolded Emma when she caught Emma staring at the couple fucking at the bus stop. The girl’s skirt was hiked up and her older husband was slamming his thick black cock into her pink asshole repeatedly as she clung to the signpost. She was moaning around the plug in her mouth, pussy cream drenching her pastel yellow socks as her husband pounded her ass roughly. He came just as the bus rolled up, took the plug from her mouth, and then unceremoniously shoved it into her gaping shitter. The girl smoothed out her skirt, and then followed her husband onto the bus without another word. There had been no orgasm for the girl, but instead of looking unhappy, the girl had a small smile on her face, as if she was pleased with herself, pleased with how she had been fucked roughly in the shitter in public for everyone to see!
Emma felt like that girl now.
“Please, Scott, fuck me now!” Emma panted.
Her holes were sore from the car ride but she couldn’t care less.
Scott grinned down at her. He removed his fingers from her eager hole and then pulled the fuckbench over into the glass room.
He didn’t bother undressing, just unzipped the fly of his pants and whipped out his massive meat rod and sat down. Emma wasted no time in sinking her sore asshole down his cock, moaning as she was filled to the brim. Being so petite had its benefits. Her husband was able to manhandle her easily, and his cock felt incredible in her holes.
Scott grabbed her behind her knees and lifted her legs up, impaling her completely on his cock with a hard thrust. Emma squealed, her inner rectal walls stretching to their limits to accommodate her beloved husband. He always made sure to use dildos and attachments that were smaller than he was so that when he took her, she would still feel the extra stretch and burn.
No matter how many cocks she took, how many dildos were shoved into her ass, she loved Scott’s hard rod the most. Her large soft breasts bounced as Scott slammed her onto his rock hard cock.
“Who’s my slave wife!” he demanded
.
“I’m your slave wife!” Emma panted “I’m your painal slave puppy wife who loves cock!!”
The teardrop pendant on her clit swung to-and-fro wildly, yanking on her clit with every punishing thrust of Scott’s large pole into Emma’s shithole. She clenched her rectal muscles hard, hoping to give Scott the milking he so loved. The friction of his immense cock pounding into her tight ass was excruciating! She moaned, savouring the feeling of being manhandled and used without a care in the world. The soreness of her asshole was proof of her submission, evidence that she loved her husband so much that she found enjoyment in his pleasure when he abused her anus!
“I love your asshole Emma, Clarkson’s Academy really did a good job, training such a submissive slave wife!” Scott praised.
He reached around and yanked on her nipple chain.
“Cum, Emma, show me how much you love getting your asshole wrecked!”
Emma responded as she had been taught at the academy. Time spent there had taught that her orgasms were in the hands of men, that she was only allowed sexual pleasure if a man permitted her to have it. She arched her back, pushing out her jiggling tits, crying out. Her asshole and clit exploded in both pain and pleasure, throbbing as she convulsed on Scott’s punishing cock. She heard him groan, and felt his cock pulse inside her sore shitter as he continued to fuck into her tight hole.
Emma shook all over as her painalgasm raced through her body. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled up into her head. Orgasms always felt three times better when it was Scott pounding her asshole, and he always made it feel as if she was about to black out!
Scott spanked her clit hard, tugging on the pendant and making Emma squeal. Her asshole tightened further, an involuntary reaction from the sudden pain. Scott gasped and did it again. Emma clenched harder still, hoping that Scott would enjoy the tightness!
“You’re such a cute painal slave, Emma,” Scott panted as he came down from his orgasm. He held her like that, legs still spread in a wide-Vee in the air, flicking her clit from time to time to keep her on edge. She was terribly sensitive, jerking each time he did so.
He lowered her legs so that they rested on top of his thighs, keeping them spread open
.
“I love this house,” Emma murmured to Scott, looking up at him over her shoulder. Scott bent his head down to kiss her on the forehead.
“I love you, Emma.” he smiled.
—-
Carla baked a simple chocolate cake with ganache on top. It was a small thing, but neatly done.
“The cake’s done!” Carla called. John had been watching their old sex videos in the living room with the sound on low. Now, he wandered into the kitchen, wearing jeans and a simple black shirt, with Carla’s clit leash in one hand.
“I’m ready to go, are you?” he asked.
Carla nodded, tilting her head up for a kiss. John gave it to her sweetly.
“Should I get dressed?” she asked.
John gave her the once over, admitting her perky tits, supported by her strap, and then pursed his lips.
“Maybe just a blouse. We have to have some decency at least,” he joked. Carla went to get one of the many blouses from her closet. Semi-translucent button up blouses and knee length skirts were the staple of a submissive wife’s closet. They were long enough to keep the wearer warm and protect them from the elements, but could also be easily removed to access the wearer’s body.
Going naked wasn’t a question of obscenity or decency, but whether the husband was properly looking after his wife’s health. After all, it wouldn’t do if a girl fell sick due to being naked outside.
The weather wasn’t exactly cold today, but there might be a breeze and John didn’t want Carla catching a cold.
She returned shortly with a pink long sleeved shirt with a matching pink collar. The outline of her tit support strap could be seen clearly through the material, making it absolutely clear that she was not wearing a bra, and had her engagement rings in her nipples. The shirt was long enough to reach her thighs, but still made it evident that she wore no underwear.
“Perfect!” John murmured, pulling her close for another kiss. His wife was incredibly hot and submissive. John clipped the leash onto her wedding clit ring and held it loosely in his hand. The weight of the leather strap tugged on her pierced glans, making her gasp. No matter how many times they went out like this, she always reacted as if it was the first. The special ointment that was supposed to keep her genitals sensitive worked perfectly.
Anyone who looked would immediately notice that the leash in John’s hand was connected to Carla between her legs, and would instantly know that she was being led by the clit. Combine that with the tag on the doggie collar that said “Carla” in all caps, it was a large blaring sign that Carla was a puppy wife.
John swung the leash a little, enjoying the way Carla closed her eyes and whimpered. She trusted him completely with her clit, the most sensitive part of her body. It was a thought that filled him with intense joy and pride, that such a hot and gorgeous young woman would choose to commit her sexual pleasure and torture into his care.
Her juices were flowing again, making the inside of her thighs glisten.
“Come along,” John said with a smile, tugging lightly on the leash.
Carla stole another kiss from him, then picked up the cake.
She slipped on her open-toed sandals at the doorway and then followed him closely down the driveway. There was a breeze and Carla was glad for her shirt. The wind tossed her shoulder length black hair around as they walked.
John paused in front of their neighbour’s door to help her rearrange her hair, then rung the doorbell.
There was a muffled “Oh my!” from inside the house, the scrape of furniture, and then the door opened.
Standing there was the very petite blonde girl that Carla and John saw earlier. She was wearing a silver nipple chain on her engagement nipple rings, and a pretty teardrop pendant on her clit ring. Carla felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that the girl was also wearing a collar that read “EMMA”. Could it be? She was so lucky to have met a neighbour that also happened to be a puppy wife?
“Oh hello! I’m Emma!” the blonde girl exclaimed. She turned a little, large breasts jiggling as she did so.
“Dear, the neighbours are here!”
The tall man from earlier poked his head out of the kitchen, and then came out to meet them, setting down a screwdriver as he did so.
“Hello! I’m John, this is Carla,” John introduced himself and his wife, holding out his hand.
“Scott and Emma, pleased to meet you!” The other man said, wiping his hand on his damp trousers and sticking it out.
John shook his hand and then stood aside, pulling lightly on Carla’s clit leash. Carla bit her lip, holding back a gasp, and then stepped forward. Both Emma and Scott were looking at the leash and where it was connected to her under her shirt. John lifted the leash a little, and it hiked up Carla’s shirt, showing off her platinum clit ring.
“I’d say welcome to the neighbourhood, but it’s not much of one,” Carla joked, handing Emma the cake platter. Emma pressed her hand to her tits in surprise, but then took the cake anyway.
“Oh my goodness Carla, you shouldn’t have! Oh my goodness! I’m going to go put this on the counter!” She said, moving out of the doorway.
On the wall in plain view, was a water station with a cock nozzle attachment. Carla made a sound of interest.
“Where are my manners, oh do come in!” Scott said, stepping aside.
“What a lovely place!” John commented “It’s so nice to finally meet you! We were so curious to see who would move in, after seeing so much work being done on this place.”
Scott laughed, holding the door open. John walked in, Carla trotting behind him.
“Please please, do take a seat!” Scott gestured to the living room. He gave Carla a small knowing smile “Or a doggie cushion, if you like.”
Carla had long since gotten used to the humiliation and joy of being a puppy bitch wife in public. She blushed and looked to John for guidance. He nodded to her, unclipped her leash, and hung it up on the hooks in the doorway. Carla slowly walked over to the living room area. There were a few cushions on the floor, in the shape of paw prints, or bones. There was a soft blue one that had Emma’s name embroidered on it. It stood out from the rest because there were two dildos rising from the centre of it.
Carla felt arousal curl in her cunt again. She had one almost exactly like it at home. Evidently, their new neighbours were into a lot of the same things. How fortunate! It would have been difficult if Emma and Scott were conservative prudes who thought sexual submission should only be kept to the bedroom and that no other kinks were allowed.
“What model is this?” John asked, wandering over to the water station. He squatted to take a good look at it just as Emma came out of the kitchen.
“That’s the FluidDispenserPrime. Those are pretty new on the market,” Emma said “There’s one at Clarkson’s but then Scott surprised me with it here. It looks a lot like the other water stations for puppies, but it has got sensors in the nozzle that only dispenses when oral is performed on it.”
John threw Carla a heated look and she knew immediately that he wanted to see her use one. Right now, she drank normally, out of a bowl, and this would only humiliate her further, enforcing her role as a bitch wife, a pup slut.
“You can try it out, if you want?” Emma offered generously.
Carla swallowed hard. She looked at John, who nodded once.
“Go ahead,” his voice was rough with arousal already “If the other pup is willing to share, when why not?”
Carla dropped to her knees and crawled over to the station. The penis attachment was large, but nothing Carla wasn’t used to blowing.
She knelt there and placed her hands on either side of the station, then opened her mouth.
The cock attachment felt like a real cock on her tongue. Carla could feel John’s eyes on her as she gently sucked the tip. She was blowing a fake cock in front of her husband and her new neighbours. No, not just that, she was blowing the fake cock that her new neighbour would be blowing regularly, right in front of her husband and her new neighbours. Blonde young Emma would kneel like Carla was kneeling, and suck this exact same cock.
Carla sunk deeper onto the cock, swirling the tongue around the head, opening her throat to take it all the way to the base.
She heard a surprised gasp from Emma and a groan from both men. The machine hummed and then water filled Carla’s mouth. It tasted faintly of silicone and plastic, but that was to be expected from a brand new machine. Water came out in spurts. Every time Carla deepthroated it, it would dispense more water. It was definitely a good choice for training a wife to deepthroat and give oral.
She drank a little bit more, then pulled off with a pop, feeling a little light-headed from the rush of arousal in her cunt.
She would definitely love to have this in their house.
“I’d love one,” John said behind her, his voice hoarse.
Carla turned to look at him. The look in his eyes let her know that she would be taken hard and fast tonight.
“I’ll give you the website,” Scott promised, taking out his phone.
Carla looked at Emma, who was flushed pink and dripping wet.
“You’re really good at deepthroating,” Emma said, fiddling her fingers.
“It takes practice, that’s all,” Carla replied, getting to her feet. She was taller than Emma, who was so tiny that the mere thought of seeing Scott manhandle her sent a bolt of lust to Carla’s nether region.
“I’m so glad to meet another puppy wife,” Emma said with relief, she took Carla by the hand and led her to the living room.
Emma didn’t go to her dildo cushion. Instead, she tugged Carla over to the couch and put down a towel so that they could sit comfortably.
“Are there not a lot of pups where you’re from?” Carla asked.
“In my hometown? No. I’ve only seen other pups in training at the Academy. Or in the cities when I went with my mother.” Emma said, pulling her long hair into a ponytail.
“You’ll be glad to know there’s a puppy park in the city, and a few play centres too.” Carla clasped Emma’s hand in hers “Or we can keep each other company!” she said excitedly.
Emma gave Carla a shy smile and nodded.
“Look at our little bitches, they’re friends already!” John said, sounding amused. Carla turned around, embarrassed by how eager she was to make friends.
“Stop it, John, you know I get lonely at home,” she pouted. John grinned at her, coming over to kiss her forehead.
“Well, Scott said that they didn’t feel up to cooking tonight, so I was thinking, maybe we can bring them to The Daschund tonight.”
Carla hesitated. Going to The Daschund always meant that her holes ended up sore and aching for a whole week, combined with the fact that John was probably going to fuck her extra raw tonight, she was going to be limping for a month!
Her juices started to drip from her pussy immediately. Her asshole was going to get a drilling and she was looking forward to it!
“What’s The Daschund.” Scott asked, a curious look on his face.
“It’s a display restaurant.”
Scott perked up immediately.
“I didn’t know there was one so close by!”
Public displays of submission were acceptable most of the time, but not in diners or eateries. Women sucking their men off under the table, groaning, moaning, the scent of sex, it was distracting. Display restaurants however, were intended to display the kinks and submission of the wives who went there. Judging from Emma’s expression, she had never been to one, or perhaps she didn’t even know what it was.
“I’ll make the reservations, Let’s say 6 pm?”
“Sure!” I’m looking forward to it!” Scott said, looking excited.
“Alright then, we better get back, let you settle in properly,” John said, clapping Scott on the back again. They shared a commiserating look, then John walked over to the door. Carla got up immediately and went over to him, allowing him to clip the leash back onto her clit ring.
She gave Emma a happy wave as her husband led her out of the house and back to their own home.
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