Wife Mindy is pushed past her limits in BDSM with husband

I pulled against the ropes around my wrists; the strands had begun cutting into me. I lay face down on a bed, my face buried into a pillow. I tried to move my legs. If I could pull them together, perhaps I could ward off the cock about to be forced into my rectum. My feet were ties firmly to the footboard posts. I was defenseless against the inevitable.

I had only one final hope. Still muffled by the pillow, I shouted, “Mars.”

It got no response. My male assailant began to thrust his cock roughly into me. He slapped me resoundingly across my ass. “Lift up your hips or this is going to hurt even worse.” The impact burned my right cheek.

I couldn’t help myself. I began to whimper, “Mars. Please, I’m saying Mars.”

He didn’t stop pushing into me, instead three fingers crammed into my pussy. “This should help. Now lift up your fucking hips.”

I was angry. I was being violated and humiliated, yet I had no other choice, I lifted my hips and felt his erection move to its full length inside me. This time I screamed, “Mars, for fuck sake, Mars. Mars. Mars.” I was despite to make it stop.

“I can’t hear you, bitch. If you want to act like a slut, you have to expect to be treated like one.”

“Please, you don’t have to do this. Not like this.” I couldn’t help myself. I began to cry. I was sobbing and begging.

Then I started to cum, a strong one. I stopped my sniveling and began to gasp. His fingers worked away inside my vagina and I felt a shiver overtake me.

“I am a slut. I’ve fucked other men. I deserve this. Don’t stop, Greg.”

“You worthless tramp. I knew you were screwing around. Take it.” He grabbed my buttocks with both hands on either side and rammed with all of his weight against me.

I could feel him shoot his spunk into my rectum, which felt raw for the intrusion. He pulled out and I could feel traces of his semen still flowing from his cock dribbling on my crack.

“OK, you’ve gotten what you wanted. All of it. Mars.”

“Sorry, Mindy, you still need to pay.” I could hear him go out of the room and then return seconds later. A flash of bright light and I knew I was being photographed with his goo streaming down my ass, another picture for his sick private collection, no doubt. Then came the strap across my back. It nearly took the wind out of me. Ten sharp whips with the narrow leather flails. Each was painful and was inflicted with enough force to leave a painful mark that would for be visible days.

I was angry and fought to control my temper. Bad things happened when I couldn’t. It was no use. I began to cum once more. My climax was obvious and I knew it would only lead to farther punishment. Another five stokes across my back for my insolence. At last, I was untied.

“Fuck it, Greg. I said the safe word. If you aren’t going to go by it, I how can trust you?” My face flushed with anger but I willed my voice to remain clam.

Greg’s face presented me with a black stare. “Don’t be such a baby, Mindy. You know you wouldn’t enjoy it, if I wasn’t pushing you past your limits.” He kissed me as I sat up next to him.

“I was forced,” I said. “You could have hurt me.” I wanted him to understand that we had to draw a line somewhere.

“A husband can’t force his own wife. Not in this state.” His smile seemed cruel and condescending.

“Maybe not legally, but being forced against my will, is still morally force.”

He laughed, the bastard actually laughed at me. “And you can’t get off without it.”

That was true, at least mostly. “Mars” was our agreed safety word. A single syllable that was discernibly different for any sex talk we’d likely have. He was supposed to stop without question whenever I said it. Greg had wantonly dishonored our agreement for his own gratification. I was now at his mercy on our weekend sub/dom sex romps, performing on a high wire without a net.

By :Krystal0690

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