Chapter 6

THWACK!

“Arf arf!”

THWACK!

“Arf arf!”

It was bright and early on a Saturday morning and Scott was busy decorating Emma’s young body.

Emma’s legs were spread wide and the insides of her thighs were already covered with bright red welts. Her backside and her heaving tits also bore the stripes of Scott’s cane. Her asshole was throbbing painfully from the thick dildo currently chafing in and out of her rectum.

Ever since that fateful day where Emma told Scott she well and truly wanted to be his painal slut, he had not gone easy on her shitter. According to Scott, a true painal slut should learn to love and crave the ache of a sore shithole because it signified her devotion. As her dominant husband in charge of guiding her submissive tendencies, he took it upon himself to ensure her sphincter was brutalized regularly and that she was sore all the time.

Scott placed a few more welts on Emma’s tits before laying down the riding crop and stepping behind her. He stopped the fuckmachine and pulled the dildo from Emma’s hole, letting out a small pleased sound when she moaned in pain.

The dildo was covered in little nubs that were designed to scrape and chafe, increasing the anal agony of the receiver.

Emma’s legs were jelly from how much her hole was hurting. It felt like her insides had been scraped raw!

Scott stuck his fingers into her gaping anus and tugged her hole open.

Emma whined. She wasn’t allowed to talk right now since he had put on her ‘Fuckpuppy’ collar. Until Scott took off her collar, she was his little pupwife, unable to speak except in barks and whines.

“There we go, all nice and sore and ready for our outing,” Scott said, sounding amused as he teased Emma’s throbbing sphincter. She whimpered softly in response. “You should see your hole right now, Fuckpuppy,” Scott said affectionately, “It’s all puffy and red, like asslips puckering up for a kiss. Well, I know just what to put inside.”

Scott walked over to the toy shelf and picked up an unopened box. He turned and winked at Emma. Emma felt her heart start racing. Every time Scott bought something new, she knew that her holes would be in for a rough time.

“I got you something new,” Scott said, opening the box. He reached inside and lifted out what looked like another asschafer. Only now, the difference was there were straps at the base.

Emma had only seen these on TV and in ads. These were strap-in painal dildos, designed to be shoved up the vulnerable young holes of submissive wives and then strapped to their thighs for the entire day. The stiff textured silicone would rub and scrape at the delicate rectal tissues as the girl moved around, creating maximum discomfort. They were marketed to couples who enjoyed painal. Especially when the husbandsworked long hours and didn’t have time to fully hurt their slave wife’s hole after they got home. If you wanted your wife sore and ready for your cock, then these strap-in painal dildos were perfect.

The young teen shivered, fear and arousal thrumming through her body. Her pussy had not stopped dripping since Scott had started her early morning sexual torment, and now it gushed harder. Emma knew for a fact that her holes was about to be put through incredible pain, and she couldn’t help but fear it. At the same time, knowing that enduring it would make her a better slave wife and painal slut made her super aroused. She knew that Scott only had her best interests in mind, and if that included turning her shitter into a raw, puffy mess, then she would have to trust him.

“Ready or not, here it comes!”

Emma shrieked in agony as Scott rammed the asschafer deep into her already aching shitter. Agony exploded from her asshole, coursing her entire bottom region and making her tremble all over. At the same time, juice spurted from her cunt and dripped onto the floor. Her body had started reacting to painal with more and more slick, which was a sign of a good slave wife. After all, slave wives enjoyed everything that their husbands did to them.

“That’s it, slut, ride it out ride it out!” Scott’s soothing voice filled Emma’s ears. She closed her eyes and tried to obey, tried to just ride the waves of agony that was flooding her nether regions with every twist of the dildo. Slowly, surely, Scott forced it all the way in, chuckling each time Emma whimpered or moaned or squirmed.

“Good little fuckpuppy, good little Emma,” Scott murmured to her. He brushed her hair out of her sweaty face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Let me just strap this in.”

The leather straps went snugly around each of Emma’s thighs. There was an additional strap that went over her hips and around her waist, additional security so that the asschafers wouldn’t slip out while she was walking around.

Emma could feel the tears leaking from her eyes. She didn’t know how she was going to survive today with that monster in her ass. She was barely aware of Scott uncuffing her from the cross and letting her down.

He swiftly replaced her collar with a stockade style yoke that forced her to keep her arms up and away from her body.

“Master?” Emma asked weakly, still trembling from the residual pain in her shitter. It wasn’t so bad when she was standing still, but whenever she moved, it rubbed at her sensitive rectal walls and made everything hurt again.

“Be patient little slut. I have something nice planned for today and I’m going to dress you up for it,” Scott turned to give her a big smile, holding up two fiendish looking devices in his hands. They looked like metal bird cages, but with a little hook and screw descending from the centre.

Emma watched, fearful and incredibly aroused. Scott approached her and grabbed her left nipple ring. He attached it to the hook, placed the base of the metal cage over Emma’s tit, and then began to tighten the screw.

The young blonde felt the effects immediately, eyes going wide as her nipple was pulled up and away from her body.

Emma’s nipples were sensitive as a result of some new cream that Scott applied on the daily. The stretch made her teats twinge with pleasure and pain at the same time. Scott chuckled at her reaction and swiftly repeated the same thing with her other nipple.

He stepped back and gave her a satisfied look. Emma was sure she looked ridiculous, her engagement piercings pulled up and out and away from her body, nipples distended in a grotesque manner.

Scott hummed, and then gave each screw another full turn, making Emma squeal in pain.

“Okay, now for your outfit.”

Scott pulled out a baby pink halter top and tied it around Emma’s neck. Regular halter tops had a front panel that covered the entirety of the wearer’s chest, but this one had two slits on the front, perfect for Emma’s nipple stretchers to poke through. Scott tied the bottom around Emma’s waist, then pulled out the matching wrap skirt. Like most skirts designed for submissive wives, this one was split in the front for easy leashing of the wearer’s clit.

As the final touch, Scott attached a clit leash to Emma’s clitoral wedding ring and gave it a light tug.

She moaned softly. Having her sensitive little nub tugged was painful, but it was also very intimate and very erotic. It was a symbol of her devotion to Scott and how much she loved him. Every time he took control of it, she felt extremely small and submissive and very much owned.

“Perfect,” Scott gave her a peck on the lips and smiled.

“Where are we going?” Emma asked, half dazed. Her mind was split between how horny she felt from the weight of the leash on her clitoris, and the throbbing ache in her shitter.

“The shops,” Scott said. He chuckled at Emma’s horrified expression.

“Not with these?” she tried to indicate the nipple stretchers. They were ugly!

“Of course with these,” Scott agreed. He flicked them and Emma squeaked. “Not just that. You will greet everybody you meet by introducing yourself as a painal slut in training. You’ll beg all of them to pull your nipples and twist your asschafer. And after they do, you will thank all of them for helping you in your journey towards painal slutdom.”

Emma stared at her husband in horror. Outside? Like this? With her nipples stretched painfully, a large asswrecker strapped into her hot and aching hole, Emma didn’t how she was going to survive!

But she didn’t have time to protest because there was a tug on her clitoris and she was forced to walk.

Each step was accompanied by red hot fire in Emma’s asshole, the sensation of a little nubs scraping around her insides. Her eyes watered a little as she stumbled along, trying to follow her husband’s lead.

Stepping out of the house filled Emma with fresh shame and humiliation. With her arms bound up and away from her body, there was no way for her to even try and hide her stretched nipples. Each step made the cruel devices bounce on her pulled peaks, tugging them ruthlessly. And despite it all, Emma found herself moaning.

Her pussy was dripping with every single step, all because of the swinging leash attached to her young clit.

Emma had grown up reading hundreds of submissive-girl novels where the heroine surrendering control over her clitoris to her dominant love interest was framed as the ultimate expression of submission, romance, and trust.

Now, Emma was living out her fantasies. The metal that was threaded through her tender love nub was linked to a heavy leash, which was held in the hands of her master and husband, Scott. Emma had dedicated her most sensitive part to him, allowing him to stake his claim over her with a wedding clitoral ring. Now, that vulnerable piece of flesh belonged to him and he used it to torment her, guide her into being a better slave.

Most of the time, Scott held Emma’s clitoral leash loosely, happy to have her walk beside him. Today, however, he wound the leash around his hand a few more times so that every misstep would result in a painful yank on Emma’s poor little pink pearl, making her yelp and moan.

Emma’s submissive tendencies and training had conditioned her to become aroused from sexual torment. But the pain made it difficult to cum. Not that Emma would, without permission. Now that her nipples were being tugged, her clit yanked, and her asschafed, Emma was torn between the agony of all her sensitive areas tortured, and also helplessly horny.

“Taking the wife for a fuckwalk, huh?”

A familiar voice broke Emma out of her dazed agonized arousal.

It was their neighbours John and Carla! John was lounging on a lawnchair, his slave wife kneeling between his legs. He was controlling her movements by pulling on her clitoral leash from time to time. He pulled it for a steady tension for when she was supposed to swallow him whole, and relaxed it when she was allowed to take a breath. Carla responded beautifully to all his directions, bobbing her head up and down expertly.

“Yup! We’re heading down to the shops,” Scott said with a grin. He gave Emma’s clit two sharp tugs, “And what do you say to him?”

Emma froze.

Sensing her hesitation, Scott laid a hand on her waist and looked deep into her eyes. Emma moaned as Scott thumbed at her throbbing love nub.

“You can do this,” Scott said softly, stroking her hair. His striking blue eyes seemed to pierce deep into Emma’s submissive soul. His confidence in her was moving.

“I ... I’m Emma. I’m a ... a painal slut in training. Please stretch my nipples and torture my ass!”

“That’s it, that’s my good girl!” Scott praised her and pecked her on the cheek.

“Well, don’t mind if I do!” John said with a big grin. He pulled Carla off his cock and walked over, dick waving menacingly in the air.

He grabbed the nipple stretchers and gave them one hard pull at the same time.

“OOOOOGH!” Emma moaned.

John wasted no time in spinning her around and jiggling the asschafing strap-in violently. Emma wailed in pain, hands flapping and legs shaking from the agony of having her shitter scraped.

“Thank you sir! Thank you for helping me on my painal journey!” Tears streamed down Emma’s face as she all but sobbed her thanks.

The two men chuckled, pleased at her submission.

“That’s my girl! I knew you could do it!” Scott praised her. Emma sniffled as John let go and moved away.

“It hurts so bad,” she whimpered.

“I know, I know. This is for your own good,” Scott soothed her. “It’s just to the shops and back. You can do that, my lovely little slutwife.”

Emma didn’t know if she could. She really didn’t. But this was part and parcel of being a painal slut and there was little choice she had. After all, she surrendered her body to Scott and if he wanted to torture her shithole extensively, then it was his right as her lawfully wedded husband.