A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02

The lingering smell of Goddess Celeste's ass tormented me while I slaved away at the tacos. Each step of the process was a humiliation in itself. Creating a meal that would eventually end up as the instrument of my torture was beyond degrading. The stale aroma of gas mixing with the fresh meat, beans, and fat mixed and heralded my awful fate.

Just as I was plating the tacos, the doorbell rang. I froze. Who could that possibly be? Before I could react, Celeste was waddling to the front door from the living room. Her heavy footfalls echoed through the kitchen, and I could hear her somewhat labored breathing as she opened the door. I shirked my duties in the kitchen briefly to peek around the corner and take a look.

The woman at the door was tall, pale, and quite frankly, massive. Her short bob haircut did nothing to hide her large face. Her breasts were considerably larger than Goddess Celeste's, and they accented her pear-like shape. Celeste greeted the unknown woman and motioned for her to enter.

"Come, Goddess Nicole, I'm so happy to finally meet you!" Celeste exclaimed.

My eyes widened. Goddess Nicole? The terror from the internet who turned my wife into this sadistic monster? This couldn't be happening! Was she really this close by all along?

Nicole accepted Celeste's invitation and made her way through the door. Her ass and thighs were so wide that they rubbed the frame on both sides as she entered. Behind her was a small masked man on a leash. He was ...

... nearly naked outside of some underwear, the mask, and a collar and leash around his neck. Was this the husband Goddess Nicole had enslaved?

I quickly made my way back to the stove as the trio made their way to the living room. I plated the tacos, one dish for me and one for Nicole. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked into the living room.

"So, he doesn't even answer the door for you?" Goddess Nicole asked. "Still poorly trained. It's a good thing I arrived when I did, we have a lot of work to do."

Goddess Celeste nodded, listening intently. "Yes, this is exactly why I called for your help. I love your training videos, but I'm still new to all this."

My entry interrupted the conversation. Both women turned to stare at me from the couch, while the slave husband remained perfectly still, acting as a footrest for Nicole. Poor creature. I wondered how long he had been forced to live like this.

I did my best to ignore the stares and brought Goddess Celeste her dinner. I then made my way around the couch, sat down, and started to put my taco into my mouth.

"Oh no you don't," Goddess Nicole interjected. "Off the furniture. Bad slave!"

I put the taco down and glared at her.

"You heard her," Goddess Celeste ordered. "The couch is not for slaves!"

I gulped and did what I was told, quickly sliding off the couch and onto the floor.

"Why is he not serving as your footrest?" Nicole continued. "He should be anticipating your needs. Hand me his ...