Chapter 18

The trip home was a quiet one. You didn't tell me anymore rules and I didn't ask. For now, I knew enough to know that life was going to be very different for me. No more leading a double life, except where my elderly parents were concerned. No more quick changes before my husband returned home each evening. No more secrets. No more lies. I liked that idea. I felt as if a real burden had been lifted from my shoulders. An emotional burden, that is. Now comes a physical and mental burden that could be even more painful to shoulder -- living under the thumb of two strict men. I hoped I could live up to their expectations of me.

In the living room, you looked me over. I was still wearing my nice, quiet, respectful housewife attire. "I can't make you change today. We'd, your Master and myself, have already decided to give you a free day today. I can't even punish you -- as you so richly deserve for questioning impending situations. As a slave, you have to remember you have no rights -- not in our eyes." I stood before you, looking down at the floor, as I'd done in KMart. I knew then that I'd have to use tact before asking or protesting anything.

And tact was something I was never known for. "Go upstairs and remove your undergarments. You and I will collect the rest from your dresser drawers and closet. Then, we'll take them outside and through them on the grill. Hopefully, they won't stink up the neighborhood too much -- especially any elastic.

We did just that: Collected up all my panties and brassieres, even the expensive stuff. We even dumped out the laundry hamper, searched the washer and dryer and sorted through other drawers and closets, being sure that nothing was over looked. The only items that were saved were any thigh-high stockings I currently owned and my bobby socks. These you said would be needed on the harsh winter days, to avoid my catching a cold or influenza. I was happy to keep the little white ankle socks.

Burning the stuff proved to be an easy task -- most of the items were flammable. If we were doing a consumers test, I'd be disgusted with the results. As it was, I was just sad and feeling a bit melancholy as each item blackened and disappeared into a pile of gray ash and on a cloud of smoke. The neighbors didn't even complain about the smell. I did glance around, this being my free day, to see if any were watching from the privacy of their own homes. None were, as far as I could tell, though. I was glad about that.

The rest of the day went by quietly. I cooked dinner. My husband watched the television. I cleaned up the kitchen. My husband watched the television. I showered and prepared for bed. My husband came up to the room and turned on the television. That's how it went that night. I stayed active, he said inactive. Just like nothing had changed.

Then, surprisingly, he spoke up, just as I was drifting off to sleep. "Remember, dearest wife, tomorrow is a new day." Suddenly, I didn't feel much very sleepy. I laid beside him, muscles tense, as I imagined what was in store for me tomorrow. And all the tomorrows to follow.

Nothing, not even my imagination, had prepared me for the morning of my first "tomorrow." He didn't have me cook him breakfast, as he'd always requested. He didn't even head to the privacy of the bathroom to take care of his morning rituals. He woke me, bright and early in a most untraditional manner. He straddled my face, pried my lips apart and slipped his semi-hard cock in between the pillow cushions of my warm lips.

My eyes flew open as I was callously awoken. "It's time, bitch." My eyes must have mirrored my confusion properly, for I'd never expected to be20 awakened like this. "The punishment you so richly deserve, dearest wife. You did, after all, question me yesterday without first thinking."

I nodded, your cock still resting between my lips. I couldn't speak, not even if I really wanted to do so. "You'll take everything I have and swallow every drop." I knew he didn't mean cum. I'd never had trouble swallowing any of that -- except when I was ill.

The flow of your urine, warm and stale, flowed slowly into my mouth. I started to swallow immediately, all thoughts of anything else fleeing my mind. I wrinkled me nose to the taste, curled me lips around your cock. The taste was foreign to me, something that had never been dreamt of to be drank. Not by me, anyway. I knew other's drank their own piss, that it was even healthy for them. I also knew that other's still, had drunk their urine as a matter of survival. But, to drink it as punishment? To be made to swallow every drop?

I kept my eyes on yours. Your protruding belly not even getting in the way of our line of sight. Our eyes were locked onto one another as you fed me your golden liquid. I felt you slow your flow each time my mouth was about to overflow in my desperation to swallow it all -- to keep up with the flow. I wanted to cry, wished I could. But, I knew that I deserved this punishment. I knew I'd survive. I knew it'd be over with soon enough.

And I was right -- on all three counts. Your cock stiffened as the last of the urine drained and another more urgent need became prevalent. It grew in my mouth, pushing it's way toward my throat. You obliged by pushing your body down and forward, helping it to push deeper into my mouth -- to enter possessively into my throat. I started to squirm below you. My eyes bulged as your cock blocked off my breathing. Into my throat, the muscles stretching painfully as you force your way in. I grabbed your hips. Even though my mouth and throat had been fucked before, it was never an easy experience. I closed my eyes tight against the pain and discomfort. "Open them, bitch."

My eyes fluttered open as you finished up. I felt the telltale swelling of your cock, the heaviness of your balls as they slapped my chin. I felt my throat muscles closing around the gush of warm, thick cum. I final, hard thrust and your balls were completely drained. I licked your cock clean, from end to end. This proved an easy job since you'd cum so deep in my throat. All I was really cleaning up was my spittle. Happily, I finished the job. Later, I'd see to my throat -- maybe drink some warm water to soothe the soreness.