Chapter 44: Slut Wife’s Domination Lessons

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Kristen searches for her next story as she drifts around the house.

During this drifting, she learned something interesting. Her brother Carter is out of town for an away game. Overnight. In Kristen’s fantasy world—and now in the real world thanks to her diary—her brother is dating two girls: Natalie and Beth.

A story sparks in her mind. Natalie and Beth have to know how to handle sex slaves. Carter will want his own when he moves out. He can’t take the family sex slaves of Niku and Asoko with him. So his wives (in Kristen’s fantasy) will have to be able to train them.

Rushing upstairs, Kristen is burning with the desire to write this new story. She needs someone to be able to train the sex slaves. A light bulb went off in her mind. Especially with the sounds coming from her parents’ room.

Mrs. Ashley Miller

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as my husband rammed his cock into my pussy.

“Shit,” Keith grunted as he fucked my unworthy pussy. It was so nice of him to still find time to fuck my horny cunt even with all the other whores out there that needed his dick. “That’s it. Shit, that’s good!”

Just last week, he bred that darling Arab cutie. So much fucking for him to do. So many better pussies than mine to use. I was so happy to have that huge rod fucking my cunt so hard. He pounded me with all that he had.

His nuts slapped into my clit. I groaned, rising and rising toward my climax. I loved how he buried into me. He plowed to the hilt in my snatch. My boobs swayed beneath me. He churned me up with his powerful strokes.

There was no man greater than him. I had employed plenty of guys when making my pornos, but my husband outperformed them all. He fucked my sluts hard and brought in the sales. I shuddered, loving the money I made off the porn.

The house was paid off. The second mortgage, too. The cars. We were investing. All thanks to the porn. I shuddered, loving that huge rod hammering me. My husband fucked me with all that he had. I gasped out in delight.

“Keith! Keith!” I whimpered.

“Damn, Ashley,” he panted. “Make me cum! Make me cum with that pussy! Shit, shit, you’ve had three kids! Such a whore!”

Three. Hadn’t I had four? There was Carter, Sheila, *******, and Britney. So, I did only have three.

“Ooh, that’s right,” I moaned. “You’ve knocked me up three times! Ooh, ooh, that’s so good!”

“So fucking good,” he grunted, fucking to the hilt in my twat. “Damn, I’m going to cum so hard! I’m going to flood your cunt!”

“Yes!” I squealed as he buried into me. “I’m so close! Your big dick is making me feel so good. Please, please, keep fucking me! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! I love you! I love you so much!”

He growled, hammering my cunt so hard. He fucked my twat with that big dick. He plowed into me with everything that he had. I loved it. My pussy melted around his cock. It was so good to have him fucking me. I whimpered, my cunt melting around his dick.

“That’s it!” he groaned. “Shit, I’m going to cum!”

“Please!” I moaned, wanting to have his spunk flooding my twat. “Flood me! Flood my cunt!”

His nuts slapped into my clit over and over again. The bed creaked from the force of his thrusts. He buried into my cunt over and over again. He fucked me so hard. It was beautiful to have him burying into me again and again.

I loved it. I groaned, clamping my twat down on his mighty cock. He thrust into me with such passion. I loved every inch of his huge rod fucking me. He plowed to the hilt in my snatch. It was incredible. I wiggled my hips, massaging his cock with my hot cunt.

“Yes!” I howled as I came. “Keith!”

The pleasure swept through me. It was so good to have that ecstasy washing through my cunt. My hole spasmed around my husband’s cock. I nursed at him with all that I had. I loved the feel of him fucking into me with that mighty dick.

He fucked me so hard. He plowed to the hilt in my snatch. He fucked into me with so much force. It was incredible to have him plowing into me over and over again. I loved the feel of his big dick fucking into me.

He slammed into my cunt with his passion.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I groaned as I came. “I love you, Keith!”

My pussy writhed around my husband’s thrusting cock. He grunted, fucking my convulsing cunt. The ecstasy swept through me. Such marital bliss drowned my thoughts. I loved every second of it. I gasped and moaned as he grunted.

He buried into me with all that he had and erupted.

“Ashley!” he snarled as he flooded me with his seed.

I whimpered, my cunt writhing around his cock. My pussy milked his cock. I loved his seed splashing against my cervix. I whimpered as my husband dumped his load into my pussy. He filled me with his hot cum.

It was so good to have all that jizz spurting into my cunt. All that jizz splashed against my cervix. It felt so wonderful to have it filling me up. I trembled in delight, enjoying this moment immensely. I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Shit, shit, shit!” my husband groaned, erupting a last time.

“Oh, Keith!” I moaned, feeling so good. The kids were all out of the house. Britney at a pregnant slumber party and Sheila with whatever older woman she seduced this week. Carter was at his away game. It was a wonderful time to be alone with my husband. “Oh, Keith!”

Kristen waits until her parents cum to start the story, her pussy soaking wet with her own excitement.

The doorbell rings.

Mom groans. She’s been looking forward to a night alone with Daddy. He could be fucking some other woman, but he’s home alone. All their children are gone, so they have the house to themselves. The sex slaves don’t count, of course.

Mom’s hoping it’s nothing as Daddy slides out of her. The door opens, and one of the sex slaves answers it. Then a few moments later, Mom hears the footsteps climbing the stairs. She sighs and knows that her plans are ruined. She just hopes she can salvage it.

Maybe make a hot porno and sell it on her website.

“Mistress,” Niku purrs, “Natalie and Beth are here. They ... desire to spend the night.”

Mom blinks. They’re her son’s pregnant girlfriends. Both are heavily swollen with child. That poses interesting ideas. They’re not sluts, though, so she can’t make a porno with them, but if they need her, she has to be a mother.

“I’ll be right down,” she says and crawls off the bed. She glances at her husband. “Sorry.”

He shrugs. “Our future daughters-in-law need your help.”

Mrs. Ashley Miller

I nodded to my husband. Would he find another woman to fuck tonight? Well, no helping it. Our future daughters-in-law did need my help. So I headed down the stairs naked, my husband’s cum dripping down my thighs.

Niku walks before me. The Japanese sex slave is demure in her black collar and the fishnet bodysuit that she wore today. She and her daughter Asoko both had one. The thin threads of nylon gripped Niku’s rump, her nipples poking through the gaps.

It was a parody of an outfit that did nothing to hide her beauty.

Natalie stood in the doorway, her pregnant belly thrusting against the maternity dress she wore. The girl had black hair she kept in pigtails and big titties that had only grown as her pregnancy advanced. Behind her lurked the shyer Beth. She, too, had big breasts—my son had great taste in women—with raven-black hair that fell down around her face to hide her features and her round glasses.

“Come in, come in,” I said to the girls. “What do you need from me, sweeties?”

“Well,” Natalie said, taking Beth’s hand, “we need to learn how to handle sex slaves.”

Beth nodded, pressing close to Natalie.

“Oh,” I said. “That’s ... surprising. For your slut program?”

“Well, not exactly.” Natalie blushed in such a cute fashion. “We need to know how to handle Carter’s sex slaves. He’s going to have them. We just know it, so we have to ... you know ... be good wives and help him.”

Beth nodded with even more vigor this time.

“Well, I can help you with that,” I said, the cum running hot down my thigh. “First, you two should get naked. You’ll want to be comfortable around them.”

Beth bit her lower lip but Natalie nodded and reached to unzip the back of her dress.

“Now that won’t do,” I said, motioning to Niku and Asoko. “You have two slaves here that can undress you. Never do it yourself if there are collared sluts around.”

“Sorry,” Natalie gasped.

Beth swallowed and glanced at them.

“Um, can you please undress me?” Natalie asked.

The slaves leaped to obey, but I clapped my hands sharply together. The slaves froze while the two pregnant girls jumped. I tsked and shook my head. “That won’t do. You’re not asking for a favor. They’re slaves! Your property! Do you ask the microwave to heat up your food? No! You order it! So order them!”

Natalie nodded. She didn’t sound confident as she said, “Undress me, p-please.”

I clapped my hands again, making her flinch. “Please? I told you to command! Not to ask!”

Natalie squeezed her eyes shut and gasped out, “Undress me!”

Asoko moved to Natalie and unzipped the back of her dress. I nodded and glanced at Beth. She squirmed there, her cheeks bright red. It was clear she wasn’t ready for this. I didn’t care. She wanted to learn. I folded my arms beneath my breasts and arched an eyebrow.

She whispered something.

“I didn’t hear you,” I said.

She repeated the words, her head bowed.

I cupped her chin and raised it. “You are not the slave! Don’t bow your head. Look at that disgusting, filthy little fucktoy and ordered her around! She’s not a person! She’s a living dildo! A cum-dump! That’s all she is!”

“I ... I...” Beth whimpered.

“You can do it,” Natalie said, smiling encouragingly at her future sister-wife. Already, she was down to her bra and panties. Her belly was swollen with my future grandchild. Asoko undid her bra, freeing those huge tits.

They swayed and slapped together in such an appealing way.

“Undress me!” squeaked out Beth. She still sounded terrified, but at least she said it.

Niku still shot me a quick glance. I gave the barest of nods.

The sex slave rushed to obey. She moved behind Beth. Natalie was naked now, stepping out of her panties. Her hands rubbed over her pregnant belly. She swallowed as she watched Niku deftly stripping Beth out of her clothes.

In moments, Beth’s big milkers were free. Her belly was almost as swollen as Natalie’s. I loved that Carter had bred them. He was as virile as his father. I was so proud of Carter. I hoped he had a cheerleader slut from the other team in his room tonight after winning the away game.

Just banging the slut hard and using her as he pleased.

Beth stepped out of her panties. She quivered there, looking unsure what to do. She swallowed. Natalie looked equally as confused about what to do next. The sex slaves were standing respectfully with their hands behind their backs, their titties thrust forward. The fishnets made such delicious patterns across their small breasts.

“It seems you two need to be better at ordering them around,” I said. “So, give them commands. Have them move about the room or fetch something. Nothing sexual.” They weren’t ready for that.

“Um, get me a glass of water,” Natalie said, her voice soft.

“You can do better than that,” I said. “Command! You will be running my son’s household. You have to dominate it. I won’t let him marry a girl that can’t order a fucktoy around.”

Beth gulped and Natalie nodded.

“Sorry, Mrs. Miller,” whimpered Natalie. “Um, fetch me a glass of water. Now!”

“Better,” I said as Niku rushed off. “But don’t say filler words like ‘um.’ And call them slut or slave or thing. Fucktoy, bitch, or whatever demeaning thing you want. They’re not persons. Right, Asoko?”

“We’re the Miller family’s sex slave fucktoy bitches,” Asoko said, her pussy lips dripping with juices.

“And you love it, don’t you?” I purred.

She nodded as her mother rushed back in with a glass of water. Natalie gulped it down, guzzling the water. I glanced at Beth who looked around the room. She pointed to a pillow that was on the couch, her cheeks red.

“Fetch that, um, slut,” she said.

“No um,” I said as Asoko rushed to the pillow. She grabbed it and returned it. She handed it over with a smile, looking happy that she had done something so basic. “Come on. Command them.”

Natalie finished gulping down her water. She thrust the glass at Niku, saying, “Put this in the dishwasher, bitch.”

She still was trembling, not sure, but Niku darted to obey. I smiled at Natalie, glad to see her improving. Beth gripped the pillow then did the same, pushing it at Asoko. She called her a whore this time.

Well, it was a start.

I had them give the slaves more commands. They grew better at it. They still didn’t really demean them. Slut or whore or slave with the occasionally bitch was as hard as they got on the sluts. I wanted better from them, that was for sure.

“Okay,” I said. “You need to start demeaning them. You have to yell at them. Call them worthless. Let them know you are in charge.”

“Oh,” said Natalie. She swallowed. “Um, well, I ... Niku, you’re a whore!”

“Come on,” I said. “Insult her. A whore? That’s hardly an insult.”

“You’re a worthless fucktoy whore that’s only good for eating pussy and taking dicks in your holes!” Beth suddenly shouted.

I nodded at her. “That’s not bad.”

“Well, um...” Natalie took a deep breath. “You’re just two bimbo idiots! Two dumb to realize how worthless you are. You’re nothing. Just things. Living fucktoys for my boyfriend to dump his cum in! And to lick me to an orgasm. My vibrator is worth more than you! I had to buy it! You’re so worthless, you’re free!”

“Yes, yes, you’re lower than dildos!” gasped Beth. “You just ... are too stupid to realize that we despise you. If you weren’t hot, you’d be thrown out on the street. And if your pussies ever get too loose, you’ll be thrown out. You’re trash. Garbage. That’s all you are!”

Both sex slaves were breathing heavily, their pussy cream dipping down their thighs. They were so turned on.

“That’s it,” I said. “Mmm, now you have to learn how to spank them.”

Beth squeaked again.

“Oh, right,” said Natalie. “When they’re bad, we have to punish them.”

“And when they’re good,” I said. I stroked Asoko’s chin. “It can be a reward for a pair of worthless bitches that love humiliation. Look at their pathetic cunts dripping after you called them garbage. They’re panting. A pair of bitches in heat. Mmm, yes, yes, you have to know how to spank them.”

“Okay,” Natalie said. “Um, Niku! You worthless bitch, go bend over that armrest!” The girl glanced at me, looking for approval as Niku darted to the armrest.

“Not bad,” I said. “But you’re using filler words again. A mistress is always confident. She never, ever hesitates.”

“Got it,” Natalie said and moved to her. She paused behind the girl, not sure what to do.

I just gave her an encouraging nod.

Drawing in a deep breath, Natalie spanked the girl. It was such a pathetic one that I didn’t even hear the impact. Niku blinked and glanced at me. I wondered if she even felt it. I sighed and shook my head.

“Spank her!” I said. “Plant that hand down on her as hard as you can.”

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Natalie whimpered.

“You won’t,” I said. “She can take being paddled by my husband. So just draw back that hand and slap it down on her.”

Natalie drew back her hands and planted it on the sex slave’s rump. I heard it this time. I shook my head, though, looking disgusted at Natalie. She blushed to her roots, rubbing her pregnant belly. She drew back her hand even farther.

CRACK!

I nodded as Niku at least felt that. Red appeared on her rump.

“Better,” I said. “You want her ass glowing. You want to hear that sound echoing through the air. That stinging delight.”

She nodded and swung again.

CRACK!

Niku whimpered just a bit.

“That’s it,” I said, smiling at her. “Again.”

CRACK!

Niku gasped.

CRACK!

It made my pussy so wet to watch Natalie gaining confidence. Her pregnant belly swayed as she drew back her hand and twisted her whole body, slapping her hand down on the slut’s rump with that firm grasp.

CRACK!

“That’s perfect,” I said, nodding to her. “You understand.”

The girl looked up at me, her eyes wide. She stared at her hand, and this smile spread on her lips. “It’s power. I have power over her. I own her.”

“That’s right,” I told her hugging her from behind. I rubbed at her pregnant belly, loving how heavy it was. She was such a sweet thing. “Mmm, and now you’re up, Beth. Asoko needs to be spanked. I hoped you paid attention.”

Beth nodded. She snapped her fingers at Asoko, gasping, “Bend over the armrest now and get ready to be spanked ... skank!”

“Not bad,” I said as Asoko darted to obey, replacing her mother bent over the armrest. She thrust her rump out. It was a very, very spankable ass. I could not deny that. My hands itched to administer her punishment. “Now spank her!”

“Yes,” whimpered Beth. She moved up, her pregnant belly thrusting before her. She rested a hand on her stomach as she drew back the other. “You’ve been a very bad, bad, um, bitch!”

“No, ‘ums!’” I said, shaking my head.

CRACK!

“Ooh, but that was a spanking,” I said, my pussy clenching as Asoko jumped and gasped. I loved the handprint shining on the Japanese slave’s asscheek. “Very good.”

“Yes, you’re doing great, Beth,” Natalie added, rubbing at her belly. “Do it again!”

CRACK!

Asoko shuddered from the impact.

CRACK!

She was definitely feeling it.

CRACK!

That was delicious. Then Natalie, at the other end of the couch, drew back her hand, too.

CRACK! CRACK!

They were spanking their slaves in unison.

CRACK! CRACK!

“That’s it,” I moaned. “Ooh, do it harder!”

CRACK! CRACK!

I was so wet with excitement as I watched the pregnant girls—my future daughters-in-law and mothers of my future grandchildren—spank those sluts. It was such an inspiring sight. I loved it. My cunt dripped with juices as they were working.

It was so hot. I was so happy with the results. My pussy clenched and relaxed as I watched them drawing back their hands and slapping them back on those rumps. It was wild. My hips wiggled back and forth. They were sexy creatures.

I loved it.

Natalie Bishop

CRACK! CRACK!

My palm burned from spanking the slut, my pregnant belly heaving from side to side as I drew back my hand and cracked it down on that naughty rump. The sound echoed through the room. I grinned at Beth.

She smiled shyly back at me.

CRACK! CRACK!

Mrs. Miller watched on, cum dripping down her thighs. She smiled proudly at us. Our future mother-in-law had pride in us. We were learning to deal with our sex slaves. That was important. We had to be ready and...

I was getting so horny.

My pussy dripped with juices. They ran down my thighs as I drew back my hand.

CRACK! CRACK!

I whimpered, this wild itch growing in me as I made Niku’s butt-cheeks glow red. The Japanese slut moaned as she wiggled there. Her daughter Asoko was doing the same. It was so hot watching Beth’s big titties bouncing as she drew back her hand.

CRACK! CRACK!

“Mistress!” gasped Niku. “Oh, oh, Mistress!”

I shuddered at that. She called me mistress. This pride swept through me. My pussy blazed with the heat as I drew back my hand, my cunt on fire. I was her mistress. It was this intoxicating realization that made me quiver.

CRACK! CRACK!

She squealed out in rapture, her body trembling. I gasped as pussy cream gushed down her thighs. They soaked the ground. I stared in delight at the cream. The scent of that hot pussy filled my nose. My own was on fire.