Loving Wife Reduced to a Worthless Cum Dumpster: My Ultimate Fantasy – By Kia

Kia sat nervously in front of her laptop, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she stared at the screen. She had been married for three years, and while she loved her husband, she was growing increasingly frustrated with their sex life. It was always the same, missionary position with the lights off, and she longed for something more exciting, more adventurous.

That’s when she had stumbled upon Punishment South West, a website that offered a range of kinky and fetish experiences. She had hesitated at first, unsure if this was something she really wanted to explore, but the more she read, the more intrigued she became.

And that’s when she saw it, a humiliation session with Master H, the owner of the website. It was a chance to explore her deepest and darkest fantasies, to be called names and degraded in a safe and controlled environment.

She really wanted to try something extreme, hoping that it would quash these feelings. She didn’t like the idea of cheating on her husband, but the website promised that there would be no penetrative sex. So it wasn’t really cheating, was it?

Without hesitation, Kia sent a message to Master H, outlining her desires and fantasies. She was nervous, but there was also a sense of excitement, a thrill at the thought of exploring this new side of herself.

I awaited Master H’s arrival at home, my husband tucked away at work, unaware of the passions brewing within our walls. Master H and I had meticulously outlined my desires; a cocktail of physical and emotional subjugation.

As the doorbell chimed, signaling his presence, a shiver of anticipation surged through me. With trembling hands, I swung open the door to him, inviting him into my realm. Without a word, he surged past me, a silent command that sent my pulse racing. Grasping my arm firmly, he pulled me away from the threshold, his touch igniting a primal yearning within me.

Within seconds he was tearing my clothes off, stripping me naked, just inside my own house. I begged him to allow me to close the door. He did not stop until he finally ripped my panties off, tearing them to shreds in the process.

“You dirty little fucking whore, crawl over to the door and close it slowly, let’s see what the neighbors think of you, you fucking cheating dumb cunt,” he growled.

I slowly crawled towards my front door, but it was obviously too slowly for him, as I received a swift boot to my pussy, sending me sprawling out through the open door. My body shuddered with a mix of pain and pleasure as I scrambled to pull myself back inside and shut the door, desperate to keep our depraved tryst hidden from prying eyes.

I winced in pain from the forceful kick, my pussy throbbing. Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up off the ground, one hand instinctively reaching between my legs to soothe the ache. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as I gently massaged my sensitive flesh, the familiar pleasure starting to override the initial discomfort.

Suddenly, I realized with a jolt of panic that I was still exposed out in the open, my wanton display in full view of anyone who might be passing by. Heart racing, I scrambled to my feet and hurried back inside, slamming the door shut behind me just in time. Breathless, I leaned back against the solid wood, my fingers still glistening from my impromptu self-ministrations.

“You filthy little slut, get on the floor where you belong!” Master H snarled, shoving me roughly. I stumbled and fell, landing hard on my backside.

Before I could react, he planted his large boot directly on my throbbing pussy, grinding it down mercilessly. I cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“You are getting off on this already, aren’t you, you pathetic whore?” he demanded, pressing harder. “Answer me!”

I trembled, struggling to find my voice. “Y-yes, Master,” I whimpered, hating myself even as the words left my lips. The pain and humiliation only seemed to heighten my arousal, my traitorous body betraying me.

He pressed the toe of his boot into my tight pussy, pain lancing through me like a hot knife. “What would your husband think of you now, you dirty slut?” he asked me.

It was then I saw the phone in his hand – he was filming my struggles under his boot. Panic gripped me, realizing this could all be used against me.

“Beg me to fuck you nasty cunt with my dirty boot whore and apologise to your husband for being a cheating cunt as well,” he ordered.

I hesitated for a moment, panic gripping me as I realized the full extent of my humiliation. But the pain was too much, and I knew I had to comply. “Please, Master, fuck me with your dirty boot! I’m so sorry, Tim, for being a cheating cunt!” I cried out, the words tasting like ash on my tongue as I begged for his depravity. All I could think of was making this stop, no matter the cost to my dignity.

He let out a cruel laugh, pressing down harder. “That’s a good slut. Now take it like the worthless whore you are.”

I can feel him trying desperately to force his boot inside me, but it won’t fit. He sneered down at me, grinding his heel harder into my sensitive flesh.

“Too tight, are we? We’ll have to fix that.”

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