Wife Becomes Bitch

"Say it, Lucy," Brian told me. "Tell me it's true, that you need my dick. That you need to get fucked, that you are my bitch"

She was shaking as he began to poke at her hole, just teasing it, shoving his dickhead in, then pulling it out, just opening her up enough to slip his cock in then pulling it back out again. In and out, teasing her, her head turning back and forth in expectation. Lucy had been ready to be his wife, it was what she had craved, but subtly Brian was moving things along a step. A wife was in a relationship which offered some balance, a bitch was simply a fuck toy to be used and abused. But maybe that was the way that Brian wanted his wife?

Brian just kept smiling as he teased her hole. Her head was saying hold on, but her heart was telling her to acquiesce.

"Say it, come on, say it and you'll get your fuck."

Somewhere from her mouth she heard the words tumble out.

"I'm your bitch, please fuck me," it was a whisper at first. Then she said it again.

"Please fuck me. Make me your bitch."

"Good girl," Brian smiled and drove into her, fucking her hard, making her his bitch ...

***

Lucy's head swam, she must have passed out with the drink and the post coital relief. But she did not know for how long. Brian handed her a glass of water. Her ass felt like it had been screwed by a baseball bat.

"You are such a good girl," Brian said to her in his soothing voice."You liked being the bitch for me didn't you?"

Lucy nodded.

"You have always been a good girl. You tried being something else you weren't, but really you are a good girl, a good bitch," Brian explained to her. "It has always been your place, hasn't it? To be such a good girl, a good wife and follow orders."

His statements and questions needed no response. It was all true. She nodded again, and felt so relaxed realizing that all her dreams and memories told her the same thing. She was a good girl. She liked following orders and that is what she did best.