My husband is a slut

This article is dedicated to my beloved husband! This

weekend, because my mother (my husband's mother, my mother-in-law) adores her precious grandson, we bring him to her place every week. It's quite nice; taking care of a baby is exhausting, and it's a welcome break. After dinner, I turned on the TV, but less than two minutes later, the screen went black. I looked down and saw that my husband had turned on the AV function. I said, "Honey, what are you doing? I

'm watching TV!" My husband replied, "Make way, make way, I want to play games." He then connected the TV and game console cables. After he picked it up, he started playing, not even glancing at me. A few days ago, my husband and I went shopping. In a game store, he kept telling me how great the game console was, saying it could play DVDs and stuff. Seeing how much he liked it, I gritted my teeth, went to the bank, withdrew 3500 yuan (my own savings), and bought him the console. He was so happy then, praising me repeatedly as his good wife. But this time, I really shot myself in the foot. These past few days, he's been playing games whenever he has free time, barely talking to me. Today was no different. I went over and squatted down next to him, shaking his shoulder and saying in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Honey, I'm so bored right now. Will you come shopping with me?" He was still engrossed in the TV, saying, "Can't you see I'm busy? Go by yourself." I added, "Then let's go back to the room and sleep, okay? I'll hold you while I sleep." My husband replied, "Please, it's Saturday, and it's not even 8 o'clock yet. Ugh, go play by yourself." I was already a little angry, but I still forced myself to keep shaking his shoulder, my voice even more adorable: "Honey, just keep me company, okay?" Just then, a voice came from the TV: "Game over." My husband turned around and looked at me, his face sour, saying, "See? It's all your fault for messing things up and making me miss class." He looked so cute, I couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Serves you right, who told you to forget your wife when you have your game console?" My husband snorted and turned back to playing his game.

I had no choice but to go back to the bedroom and play the game on the computer called "Spot the Difference," one of the few games I know how to play. After a few minutes, I lost interest, because my husband always played with me; playing alone was really boring. So I ran to the living room, hugged my husband from behind his chair, kissed his cheek, and said, "Honey, will you play that spot-the-difference game with me?" My husband replied, "That childish game can't compare to my PS2. You can play by yourself." I got really angry and said, "If you keep this up, I'm going to cheat on you with someone else. Don't regret it then!" (This was 100% said in anger; I wouldn't do it even if you killed me). My husband turned around, gave a mischievous smile, and said three words: "You won't." Then he turned back to playing the game.

At that moment, a good idea sprouted in my mind: "Hmph, I'll show you what I'm capable of later."

I went back to the bedroom, put on my new red leather jacket and skirt, red leather boots, a mask covered in feathers, and those skull earrings, and applied bright red lipstick. That was about it; red represents passion, but also bloodshed. I found a rope and quietly walked behind my husband. He was engrossed in his game and didn't even notice me standing right next to him. I quickly wrapped the rope around him and tied a tight knot at the back. My husband was stunned by this sudden action and kept saying, "What are you doing? Don't do this!" I ignored him, tied him up, walked up to him, and slapped him dozens of times, until his face was bright red. Then I spat on his face and glared at him, saying, "You bastard, see how I deal with you tonight!"

My husband looked aggrieved and said, "Wife, today isn't the time for SM." I said, "This queen just wants to play with you, you lowly male dog. Just you wait, you'll get what's coming to you." Then I slapped him a few more times. Next, I pinched his face hard and twisted it from side to side. My husband kept yelling, "It hurts! I can't take it! Stop pinching me!" Finally, I let go, and my husband's face turned even redder. I was still furious. I turned off the TV, went back to the bedroom, found two thin ropes, tied my husband's hands and feet together, put a dog leash on him, then untied the ropes and dragged him to the ground. Because his hands and feet were bound, my husband couldn't stand up at all; he was now completely my slave. I lit a red candle and dripped wax onto him while whipping him all over with a leather whip, occasionally kicking him with my boots. As I whipped him, I said viciously, "You bastard, now I'll show you how powerful I am! I'll teach you to play games, I'll teach you to ignore me, you slut, I'll beat you to death, I'll kill you..." My husband screamed in agony. Afraid that the neighbors upstairs and downstairs would hear him, I took a pair of stockings I had just changed out of when I got home and stuffed them into his mouth, then said with a sinister smile, "Baby, let's continue playing." After saying that, I whipped him hard again. Soon, my husband's clothes were torn, and his wounds were bleeding. I stopped whipping him, squatted down, removed the stocking from his mouth, and gently stroked his face, which was covered in sweat. I said, "My darling, are you in a lot of pain?" My husband nodded slightly and said, "It hurts so much, I can't take it anymore. Wife, I was wrong, please forgive me, I'll never do it again, please have mercy." I said to him somewhat mockingly, "So do you think someone as worthless as you deserves my mercy?" My husband was almost crying, saying, "I was really wrong, please forgive me this time, it really hurts."

I laughed and said, "Okay then, darling, seeing you in so much pain makes my heart ache. Now let me disinfect you, hahahahaha (a very crazy laugh)." After saying that, I stood up, took off my underwear, and put the inside of my underwear on my husband's face, saying, "Smell it well, darling, I'll disinfect you now." After saying that, I straddled my husband and started peeing on him, laughing as I did so, saying, "Baby, isn't it nice to be disinfected with the Queen's pee?" My husband groaned in pain. I deliberately left a little pee unfinished, and had my husband lick it off. He'd only licked a few times when I released the rest, soaking his face.

I picked up the leash and led him to the bedroom, saying, "Go lie on the bed and don't move." My husband obediently lay down on the bed. I put on a special leather pant that a Queen had given me, with a dildo on it. I went to my husband and said, "Come on, my good baby, let the Queen play with you. You'll love it, won't you?" My

husband looked at it and said repeatedly, "No, this hurts too much, I can't take it." I asked him sternly, "

You just said no? Don't you like it?" Seeing my expression, my husband quickly changed his tune, saying, "Yes, yes, I like it." I laughed and said, "That's a good, obedient baby. Come on, let's begin." After saying that, I pried open my husband's anus and slowly inserted the dildo. My husband groaned, "Mmm." Once inside, I moved slowly, then faster and faster, and his groans grew louder and faster. At this point, I didn't care about anything else. I commanded, "Scream! Scream louder! Scream for me to hear!" My husband said, "The neighbors will hear. No, it's so embarrassing." I said, "You shameless slut, you have no shame! If you don't scream, I'll scream for you!" My husband had no choice but to scream, "Ahhh!" The sound was so beautiful. I excitedly said, "Scream! Scream again! Louder!" After about five or six minutes, I stopped. I pulled the dildo out. My husband was exhausted by then.

I smacked his bottom and said, "Get up, you lazy dog." My husband got off the bed and stood up. I sat on the edge of the bed and asked him, "Did you enjoy playing today?" He nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I won't do it again." I asked, "What won't you do?" He said, "I won't play video games and ignore you anymore." I said, "Since you like your game console so much, I'll grant your wish." So I went to the living room, brought the game console to the bedroom, and handed it to my husband, saying, "Now hold this game console above your head. Don't put it down until I tell you to, or your safety will be in danger." My husband nodded vigorously and held the game console above his head. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with a haughty and somewhat disdainful gaze. This must have been humiliating for him, because he lowered his head after a short while. After a while, he couldn't take it anymore and said, "Please, let me put this game console down. I really can't stand it anymore." (My wife's voice was so sweet.) Hearing him say that softened my heart. I said, "Okay, put it down. Go get me some foot bath water; I want to sleep." After my husband brought the water, I put my feet in the basin and ordered him to wash them. After he finished, he said, "Sorry, I forgot to bring a foot towel. I'll go get it now." I said, "No need, there's a foot towel right here." Then I stretched my feet out in front of him. He understood what I meant and obediently licked the foot bath water off my feet.

After he finished, I said, "Go pour out the foot bath water. You can sleep on the floor tonight." Then I lay down. A little while later, my husband came in, turned off the light, and slept on the floor.

Sleeping alone felt really uncomfortable. I wanted to ask my husband to come to bed with me, but I was too embarrassed to say it because of my queenly image, so I had to hold back. Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared outside, followed by a deafening boom and a clap of thunder. I've always been terrified of thunder, and I immediately pulled the blanket over my head. Several more claps followed—it was terrifying! Then I felt someone turn on the light, and the blanket was pulled back. It was my husband, looking at me with concern. He asked, "Honey, are you alright?" Those words felt like an electric current coursing through my body, far more powerful than the lightning. I hugged him tightly, tears streaming down my face. He patted my back gently, like comforting a child, teasingly saying, "Okay, okay, don't cry. How did you turn from such a majestic queen into a coward?" I wiped my tears and pouted, saying, "What's so funny? I'm just afraid of thunder! I don't care anymore! Tonight, I want you to hold me while I sleep." My husband said, "Okay, I'll hold you while I sleep, I'll hold your big breasts while I sleep." Then he snuggled into my arms. I hugged him and gently patted his back: "You're so naughty..." (Actually, I absolutely loved this feeling.)

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