Home Life with a Cruel Wife

Literotic asexstories – Home Life with a Cruel Wife by LaCruelDom,LaCruelDom
I’m pulling the boat into the harbour to begin the new phase of our life. I look over at my wife who is looking amazed at the noises and lights of this new place. As I suspected we hadn’t hit customs or any kind of border patrol which was good, as my wife is a fugitive from justice, and I was the one who orchestrated her escape. What I also am, is her victim.

I guess I should go back to almost the beginning to explain.

It wasn’t more than a month into our marriage. It had been a fantastic year for both of us. I had joined a company which had been struggling. They cut salaries and paid me in stock repeatedly. Then, the product made the news, one thing led to another, and the company got bought out. I was not super rich, but in the range where with good management, I wouldn’t have to work another day. My wife too had not only one boss go down in flames but two. Each of these resulted in her making maybe 15 years of career growth in less than 2 years. She was well-paid and good at her job. In the midst of all this, we had got married.

I think the good thing and the bad thing was we were both high on life and super busy. The simple reality is we were both good looking and hard working and this seemed to make us a good fit.

But, now I was enjoying myself. I worked stupid hard in school, I worked stupid hard at the last company, and I wanted to relax. I did lots of solo fitness. I had hived off some of my money to play investment games with. I bought a boat.

My wife on the other hand had 400 employees under her and was stressed all the time. Except she mostly thrived on this stress. The more things went wrong, the happier she was. The other problem which was less foreshadowing and more a screaming red flag was that she would hit me as the solution to her stress. Even before we married she slapped me on dozens of occasions. However, the violence level was directly proportional to her drinking. The crazy part was she didn’t drink to excess. It might be a slap or two without anything, but one glass of wine in and she might hit me with whatever was in her hand at the time. Often, it was something she didn’t give a shit about; it was just something that stressed her out. The main problem was that a lot of things stressed her out.

I mostly could avoid this as it was almost boring in how it worked. She would show up wound up, or read her emails, and sometimes even the news which would affect her work, and the buildup would start. Out would come the names, I was lazy, I could do more, I didn’t deserve her. Then bam a purse across the head, or something. Maybe once, maybe dozens of times while I curled up on the couch.

Then she would stomp off. Most times she wouldn’t acknowledge her violence, but sometimes she would come back with a half apology, she would usually say something like, “Work has me all riled up, it doesn’t help that you parked the car in the wrong spot.”

The problem which messed with my head was that when she got really bad, the sex got really good. We were both very good looking, very athletic people, so the sex was kinetic. But, where this could even get weird is that if something genuinely stressful was going on at work, she would not easily be able to orgasm. This is when she made what was an unfortunate discovery. She had just lowered herself on my face. She has a wonderfully tight vagina and I was doing things parting her lips with my tongue and then lightly biting her clit and she was somewhat getting into it, I knew I had my work cut out for me and didn’t have much hope for an orgasm for her but I worked at it. I used my tongue, I used my teeth, and about 5 minutes in and about 3 minutes past the point when she would normally have clenched my head hard in her thighs while an orgasm rippled through her. She tensed for a moment and then she slammed a fist into my balls. I screamed into her pussy, and then another fist slammed into my balls. I writhed and bucked hard, but she had a near perfect wrestling position and my movements were more spasmodic than coordinated. Then on about the 5th blow, she was grinding herself hard on my face, with the 7th blow her thighs tightened around my head, hard. She had an orgasm which was probably top ten in our relationship. She tried punching my balls a few more times, but they mostly just landed on my stomach and thighs. Then she just fell limp on me. I could feel her breathing hard.

Then she rolled off, and I rolled over and just curled up clutching my balls. She used her feet to push me to the floor and said, “I need to just savour this alone.”

I discovered I was sobbing as I took each inhale.

I just lay there for maybe 5 minutes when I heard moaning from the bed. She was masturbating herself hard. She had done this a few times in my presence, but she was in the throws of passion almost instantly. This was partially turning me on, while at the same time concerning me that my balls could be damaged. We probably looked a sight, me on the floor fiddling with my testicles while she moaned and rubbed herself on the bed. I lay there while she had not one but three orgasms back to back. My problem was that by her third, I was hard as a rock. I stood up and she saw my rock-hard tool she pointed to her pussy and I got on top and slid inside her tightness without effort. She was having another orgasm with very little effort and this pushed the ache in my balls into a strange pleasure and for the first time in my life, I had a screaming orgasm.

Nothing was said by either of us as we lay there both sweaty and feeling complete.

I was worried she would jump on this as a new bedroom routine, but our next few times were more vanilla.

This all changed one night when some accountant who didn’t report to her had gotten caught with some pretty petty fraud. This was causing a big audit which was stressing her out. She drank about 3 glasses of wine while working herself up. I went for a long swim as I doubted she would jump in the pool to hit me. I hoped she had calmed down as I came in from the pool. I didn’t see her and was rubbing my hair with a towel when a line of my back was on fire. I fell to my knees when another lash went across my knees. She was standing over me in her business suit, a grey suit jacket over a white shirt, with a knee-length pencil skirt. Normally, a massive turn-on for me, but she had taken the inch-wide belt from her skirt and was now lashing me with it screaming that I did nothing to help. I just tried to fend off the blows, but she maneuvered the belt to wherever it would hurt the most. Even taking it on my arms was painful. I tried to get up to run when she kicked me right in the balls. I did throw up. I fell face first to the floor and the blows kept coming, mixed with kicks. It was nothing short of a severe beating. I was crying and in such pain that I barely noticed when it stopped. I’m not sure but I may have passed out because there was one moment in the beating where I was curled up and another where I wasn’t and I don’t remember the transition.

I lay there for a long time before I could even take an inventory of any damage. I tried to get up in a pushup but I think she had stomped on my hand. So I rolled over which told me I might have a cracked rib. I eventually wiggled up and didn’t know what to do. Nothing seemed entirely broken. I didn’t want to go to the hospital. I wanted to just soak, but going in the pool wasn’t the answer as I might pass out. It was at this point I noticed I was naked. She had torn off my shorts at some point. From the feeling, she had heavily focused her belt on my ass. I had to hold the wall as I staggered down the hallway. I wasn’t going to use the bathroom in the master bath, but I did look into our bedroom and she was naked and splayed across the bed. I stepped in a bit and the room reeked of sex. I knew like the time previous she had gotten herself off on this, but this time the room was almost humid with her scent. She had seriously gotten off.

I went to the guest bedroom and just sat in the shower with cold water running over me for an hour or more.

Finally, I got up and looked in the mirror. I looked like a badly painted tiger. There were stripes all over my body. Every limb, and all down my back. My front had the least number which is probably because I spent much of the time curled up. Even my dick had a few stripes. I fell into the guest bed and was out cold in seconds.

In the morning she was gone and I was unable to process this. All kinds of different conversations went through my head, but the simple reality was there were two options; I leave and we divorce, or this was my lot in life. Any kind of therapy or counselling wasn’t going to change this. Having spent some of my money on what was effectively a country estate, I had the privacy to be able to sit naked in the sun hoping some tanning would help my injuries and thinking about leaving, there came a moment where I envisioned confronting her over this and she beat me some more and I started idly stroking myself. I liked her control over me. I stopped myself in shock but realized that I was like the bad kid acting out for attention, any attention. My wife was a workaholic, so she was often home late. So our time together was not much; weirdly this level of intensity was almost desired. I was not happy with these thoughts and tried to shove them aside as just weird.

I fell asleep under the awning and found my wife standing over me. She said, “I came home early to make sure you were ok, and what do I find, you just lying around naked and jerking it. Is this what you do all day while I work so hard?” Then she walked off.

I painfully got up to follow and grabbed a towel, I found her pouring a drink which sent a shiver of fear down my very sore back. She then smiled and said, “You look like you need a drink.” she poured me a huge glass of wine and we sat down outside. She took off her jacket but remained in her skirt and shirt. We sat in the loungers while we finished our drinks. She returned with another for both of us. She handed me mine and before she sat down she snatched my towel away and then lay back.

She looked me up and down and said, “Does that hurt as much as it looks?” I said, “Worse.” She said, “I didn’t mean to go overboard, but you really need to help out more.” And there it was, if anything that was more responsibility than she had ever taken before. I then took a huge leap trying to focus on a weird positive and said, “Well it seems that you enjoyed yourself after.” She looked embarrassed and then had a warm flush and said, “I did set a personal record last night.” We didn’t say anything and I was feeling that she was in a good place even with the wine in her system. I was feeling pretty good as rarely drink more than a modest glass. I actually fell asleep and woke up with a blanket over myself.

I crawled into bed and she stirred. She started stroking me and while I was not ready for anything involving movement, she got me hard, and then just rose and impaled herself on me. This was not her usual foreplay preferred sex but she was moving up and down, and then I cried out as she put her hands on my chest which hurt a rib. With this, she started bouncing up and down and moaning wildly. She climaxed seconds later and instead of just pulling off she lay on me and kept grinding slowly. This kept me hard and she was soon bouncing again. Then she slapped me across the face and bounced harder, After a few more slaps she leaned back and had an orgasm where she shook, clenched her teeth, and luckily dug her nails into the sheets and not me. I then blew my load into her. I tried to hump up a bit, but her weight and my pain basically had me barely moving while my cock jerked and spasmed in her. She felt this and clenched her knees into my side which caused me to cry out. I think this even intensified it for her even more. She then relaxed and rolled off me. She was asleep in no time and I just lay there for a long time wondering what the hell was going on. I had already had a long nap, so I got up and went to the bathroom. My face now had red slap bruises to go with the two places the belt had landed above one ear and the few on my neck.

I did go for a swim to help soothe my injuries, and eventually came back to bed and fell asleep. When I got up my wife had left for work. I looked at my phone and I found a picture of myself naked in bed with welts and bruises all over. The text below said, “I’m thinking of you. I would love it if you were naked all day while I thought of you.” My erection was so sudden I’m surprised it didn’t slap my abdomen. I was so fucking horny. I did stay naked. Which wasn’t entirely abnormal for me on some days, but this added an element which was over the top.

I was idly stroking myself when an idea occurred to me. We have some security cameras on the second floor overlooking the driveway and other areas of the property. They came as a set and I hadn’t installed all of them. I plugged one in sitting in the living room and tied it into our system. I erased my face from the security system’s memory and then sat back in front of the camera and began to stroke myself. I waited for the light to turn on the camera. This would indicate someone was watching. By erasing my face from the system, I knew she would get an intruder alert on her phone and it would bring up the camera. The small green light soon turned on and I started to stroke harder. I thought of my wife naked which was good, and then I thought of her getting off on this which pushed me further, but as I fished for a visual to get off on, her beating me flashed into my mind and I blew my load instantly and with some serious splatter. I hoped some reached the camera, but it had just fallen short.

With this post-climax in mind my pain somewhat came back I was worried how she would interpret this. I then lay down and just tried to wish my injuries away. I puttered around the house for a bit before actually sitting down and doing some work. My investments were not quite day trading but I had grown my play money into a nice pile. I kept an eye on some weird chat groups where people talked about management practices and I found that companies which used certain processes did well and ones that did others did poorly. So, I read, I asked questions, and occasionally shifted a position.

When my wife came home late that night she had 5 big bags from the local tech chain. I looked inside while she was showering and nearly creamed down my leg when I saw she had bought about 40 security cameras of the type which we already had. When she came out of the shower she said, “Well why aren’t you installing them?” I don’t want a single inch of this house where you can hide your naked body from me. Not one inch. She said this as she ran her finger up my hard shaft and said, “Now get going.” I got out a step ladder and was probably the first security installer who had an erection the entire time they worked. With 40 cameras I had to upgrade our plan, but also it meant every room got at least one camera. I ran another bunch outside to supplement the already existing ones, plus we had a few spares from the first purchase. Each time I walked by the bedroom she was on her phone. Checked and found the coverage was complete. I then entered the bedroom and when I approached the bed she grabbed me, flipped me on my back and was riding me hard. I had been aroused most of the day so, I lasted maybe 20 pumps before I arched my back and lifted her off the bed with my hips. She clearly tried riding to an orgasm, but I was growing soft and she hit me and started calling me names, “You fucking premature little pervert. You fucking can’t handle a woman like me.” I got a few slaps to emphasize her points. She was just grinding on my mostly limp self. She then just got up and had a shower. She came out and acting like nothing happened, started stroking me. I got rapidly hard and she said, “You dare not finish before me I will make you regret it.” She then slid on me and I was able to last past her first and second orgasms. I was almost there when she just got off me and said, “Look how it feels.” I felt entirely used, but she clearly just rolled over and went to sleep.

I wanted to maybe deal with this myself, but was quite tired so I went to sleep as well. In the morning I was a different kind of sore, my ribs still really hurt when I made certain movements. She got up and was ready and dressed while I still lay in bed and she said, “Remember, naked only.” I was instantly aroused when she pointed to my groin and said, “And no playing with that, it is for my use only.”

This made me twice as hard. She left and I was almost breathless with anticipation of what may happen tonight. I cancelled the cleaners as I couldn’t exactly have them come in with me naked, so I went around the house and vacuumed, dusted, mopped, and had everything in pretty good shape with only a few breaks during the day. I could feel the cameras on me at all times and a few times I noticed the green light indicating she was watching.

She arrived home and I assumed she would be pretty much ready to go, but of course not only had work stressed the shit out of her, but some political thing she cared about had blown up and she was worked up. She came in with the opening line, “I’m glad my little bitch boy cleaned up. Let’s see if it was a shit job like I expect.” She opened the closet to put her shoes away and said, “Look at this fucking mess.” I looked into the closet and it looked like it usually did. Then she dropped her jacket on the floor and said, “Well?” I picked it up and hung it up. She then went into the kitchen and said, “Where’s dinner.” I started to say, “I thought we’d do..” she then slapped me and said, “You have all fucking day, the least you could do is to have my fucking dinner ready.” Then she did something she had never done before she pointed to a sofa chair and started to take off her belt and said, “I want you bent over that chair with your ass ready for some punishment.” I hesitated and she screamed with spittle coming out, “NOW!” I obeyed and felt fantastically vulnerable while she came over and stood beside me. She lay the belt across my ass and said, “I’m going to teach you to be a better husband even if it kills you.” This is not for me but for your own good.

I was nearly crying before the first blow even came, I was breathing hard, I was confused, and I wasn’t even in my head right. Then the first blow landed and my ass was on fire. By being bent over the sofa I had to keep my hands out to keep from flipping over and reaching back to my ass was just not easy. She landed blow after blow. My previous beating made this worse, another stripe would land across my upper thighs and there was nothing I could do but scream. I tried holding back for some blows, but anything different or surprising would have me screaming. Soon I was just incoherent, I was babbling for forgiveness, begging her to stop, I was reaching back and she grabbed my wrist and continued to just land blow after blow. She was raining them down from my ankles as they flailed to my neck. Then it just stopped, she threw her belt at me and said, “Clean that up.”

I was unable to move enough to fall to the floor for a few minutes. I remembered her last words and thought she was talking about my tears or drool, but then I saw that I had pissed down the back of the sofa and there was blood. I had been holding mostly my ass, and I looked at my hands which had some blood on them. As I fell to my knees all I could think was how she had just beaten me bloody.

I had to crawl to the kitchen to get some cleaning supplies. I returned on my knees still which was fine as most of the mess was at floor level. I was crying and cleaning. I used some of the paper towels to mop up some of the blood on my ass. I put the cleaning supplies away and looked at the stairs up to the bedroom and just couldn’t do it. I threw an old blanket over the couch and lay on that. I wanted some ice packs but the freezer was just too far.

I sobbed myself to sleep and was still out cold when she left for work. I was barely able to move for the day. I got some drinks and stayed on the couch all day. She was late for work and she came in as I had just managed to get to the bathroom and was putting various treatments on my wounds. She said, “You lay down on the bed, I will do that.” I did and she soothingly rubbed them into my ass legs and back. As she was doing this she said, “I hope you learned something last night?” I just nodded when she said, “Then say it.” I said, “I learned something.” She then said, “What did you learn?” I thought for a moment and I could almost feel her anger starting when I said, “I need to be more attentive to your needs.”

She seemed to calm down and resumed soothing my body.

I stayed in bed and she climbed in and then said, “I’ll go easy on you tonight.” She then spread her legs. I moved as carefully as I could and then positioned my face in between them, she thrust forward and grabbed my hair plunging my face into her pussy. I was licking, and biting, and she was grinding hard. I caught my breath when I could but deep breaths hurt my ribs. She put her heels on my back and I cried out into her pussy which was exactly the shove she needed for an orgasm. For her next orgasm, she was deliberately digging her heels into my sides and back. Every cry I did she matched with a pleasurable thrust of her hips. I had to not bite down on her clit when I had it in my teeth, but finally, she hit a long slow third orgasm and just relaxed. She left me in place and I wasn’t easily going anywhere. She left her calves draped over my back and stroked my hair a bit. Then she relaxed even more within minutes and I realized she was asleep. I was able to turn my head a bit and I was so exhausted I fell asleep in the same position.

At some point in the night, she untangled herself from me and moved to another part of the bed.

Early the next morning I was able to get up as I had slept so much in the last day. I almost just fell into the pool, and I floated for a long time. While getting out of the pool was almost scary hard, I still vowed to work out as it had been a few days. I was on the bike with endorphins muting the pain enough that I was only reminded of my problems if I let my ass touch the seat. She came in and said, “Good job keeping my favourite toy in good shape.” and with that, she left.

I really needed to avoid another beating so I made the house about as perfect as was possible. Closets were organized with everything lined up. I trimmed the grass where the robot mowers missed, I leaf blew the grounds, I mopped, I polished, and I perfected.

She came home and I could tell from how she opened the door she was in a good mood. She came in and hugged me and then reaching down and holding me by my balls said seriously, “I like the results of the attitude adjustment.” She then gave my balls a somewhat painful squeeze. Of course, I was growing more and more erect. She just kept looking in my eyes and squeezing harder and changing her grip. Then she let go and said, “I have a business trip and I have something I want you to get from the driveway in preparation.” I went out to the driveway and there were four huge boxes on the vehicle roof rack and more inside. They were storage cases. I brought them in and she said, “Bring all but one to the bedroom.” I carried them up and she said, “While I’m away, I want you naked, not kind of naked, but totally naked. I want you to pack all your clothes into these. Every scrap.” This was scary and thrilling. I did as she said. She then said, “Your outdoor clothes in the other.” I did and as a willing participant, I found every scrap of possible clothes and packed them away. This was ski clothes, wet suits, gardening clothes, everything. She then said, “Load them back up.” I then had them in and strapped to the top of her vehicle and she drove away for an hour or so. Then she came back and packed her own suitcase. She said, “I’m going to bed early and I need you to do your job.” I had a strong idea what it was and when she got out of the shower naked and lay down legs wide, I did my job. I did it well. And again her orgasms were momentarily proceeded by her digging her heels into my ribs and back.

She left me with no satisfaction and went to sleep with me between her legs again.

Finally when she rolled over my balls were screaming for some relief. But there were cameras in every single place. Even the one in the bathroom left me nowhere, and unlike her, I couldn’t cover it with a towel when I went in. Being so frustrated it took me a long time to fall asleep.

She got up in the morning and realized she was running short on time. She pointed to her pussy and said, “I was planning on you waking this up properly, but we’ll talk about that when I get back.” With a kiss at the door, she was gone. I texted her and asked how long it would be and she said, “I want you to keep the place like I could arrive any day.” I mopped, vacuumed, polished, and even went around with a toothbrush doing hard to get into corners. This was maybe 4 hours a day. So, when she returned in 10 days the place was perfect and my balls were ready to explode.

While all but my ribs had mostly healed, I nearly peed on the floor when she slammed the door so hard I was surprised something didn’t break. She was fuming as she came in. She had a look which I could only describe as evil on her face. But instead of flying straight into a rage, she said, “I loved how you just lounged around naked for a week while I was in the bowels of corporate hell.” She was waiting for an answer and I said, “I I I’m sorry.” She then said, “Oh, yes you are going to be.” She then said, “I’m doing this correctly this time.” She then dumped the contents of a box onto the sofa. I had no idea what it was for moments and then I realized with great apprehension what it was. She then went over to one of the large wooden beams in our living room and while standing on a chair lifted a large hanging decoration. She looked at the hook from the beam and said, “That looks about right.” She then came over to me with a pair of wrist shackles. I didn’t resist but did whimper, “Please…” She said, “What please teach you a lesson you will never forget? My pleasure. “She then pointed to the hook and said, “Up.” I stood on the same chair and was just able to get the chain connecting the shackles over the hook. The moment I did she just kicked the chair out from under me. I dropped a foot before the chain snapped my weight and I cried out. She said, “Good, the hook is perfect.” She then ran her hand down my chest to my erect cock, and gave me a little swing. She took off her jacket and then picked up a coiled rope when I realized it was a bullwhip. I said, “Oh, no, no please not that.” She then uncoiled the whip and lightly slapped my belly with it. I sprayed cum all over her shirt. She was, “Holy fuck. You want this. I know you deserve this, but you really want this.” I was so ashamed that I couldn’t speak. She then slammed the half-coiled whip into my abdomen and said, “Answer me.” I gave what I realized was the honest answer, “I get off on pleasing you. Plus it’s been over 10 days.”

I could see her thoughts running across her face when she stood back and said, “Let’s both learn how to use this.”

At first, it wasn’t so bad. But that was more because she didn’t know what she was doing. But she was quickly able to learn from my screaming alone how to use it properly. She seemed to learn that any area which was normally ticklish was where to land the blows. The inside of my thigh, the sides of my ribs and the sides of my abdomen. The inner part of my bicep. Any of these were fire so terrible I was unable to think. I screamed and I begged. She said things but I couldn’t understand. My screaming went on and on.

Then I felt her hand pushing me back and forth. She said, “You disappointed me, but I checked the security footage and now I know why.” She then took my dick in her hand and said, “I planned on beating you until you shit yourself. I wanted to beat the literal shit out of you. But it seems you accidentally thwarted me by having a dump shortly before I arrived. So, next time I tell you not to use the bathroom for a day, you will know what is coming. Then she started stroking me. I was still panting from the pain, but something switched in my head and soon I was moaning and thrusting my hips to pump harder in her hand. She said, “What a fucking little whore you are.” I then blew a load which flew over her shoulder. She pumped a bit more and then slid the chair under my feet. I tried and tried but ended up with my sagging legs just uselessly on the chair and hanging while weeping.

After some time she came and said, “You can’t even get down.” She shoved a tall side table under me and finally, I got my hands free. I fell and bounced off the table to the floor. She looked at me and said, “So pathetic, I’m not even giving you the keys.”

I eventually got onto the sofa where I passed out. According to my wife, I was out for a full 24 hours. I was very thirsty and she brought me a bottle of water. I finally got up to the bathroom and it looked like someone had drawn on me with a thick purple and black marker. There were at least one hundred new welts. I even had one which slashed across my face.

I returned to the kitchen where she was dressed and had her suitcase again. She said, “You already made me late, the trip has demanded another trip to fix all that went wrong.” She then went quiet and came over and lovingly traced her finger along some of my worst chest welts. She then turned and left. I slowly went after her and she had waited at the door for a kiss. Then she left and I was alone.

I looked at my shackles and realized she fully meant to leave me in them for the duration. I again just floated in the pool which was very weird with my bindings. I shopped online for something to deal with the welts and found some blue light infrared technology. I ordered that. I also looked up the shackles I was wearing and found a whole site of similar gear. It did make me horny when I remembered before she used this that she had emptied a whole bunch more beyond these and the bullwhip.

I had a weird spring in my step when I went looking for them. I found them in the corner near where she had whipped me. There was another pair of shackles, a collar, a gag, and some kind of harness like a climbing harness but made out of leather.

I didn’t want to move much so I sat on the sofa waiting to see when a camera light would turn on. When it did, I picked up the other shackles and put them on my legs, and the collar I put on my neck, but I left the gag because it both locked and I would need to eat. I immediately got a text with a thumbs-up and some other positive emojis.

The next day I got the therapy station. It was like a tanning bed. I buzzed open the gate and told them to leave it at the door. They did and when the gate closed behind them, I dragged it in. I took it to the workout room and set it up. It was like a tanning bed. I looked at my legs and could see they were almost evenly matched for new and old welts. So I wrapped one in a blanket to see if this thing made any difference. It said for minor rashes, injuries, burns, and a few other conditions that 2 hours was sufficient each day, with 30 minutes the minimum. I lay in it for 3 hours. It was warm and the weird flexible surface was relaxing.

For the next few days, I did as much as I could each day. I cleaned for about 2 hours in the morning and 2 in the evening. I did a huge number of minor repairs to paint and other finishes, and I was even able to work out. On the 5th day of her trip, I carefully looked at my two legs. The one I had been covering with a towel had most of the welts still there including the older ones. The other leg and most of my body had none of the original welts and the new ones were hardly visible.

I was in bed when suddenly the lid lifted and she looked at me and said, “I saw your towel trick.” She looked at my bad leg and said, “I thought it was working, but wow.”

She then kissed me and then left. I got out and started making her dinner as it was evening. We ate and she told me about the success of her trip. She slid her foot into my groin and said, “Someone’s happy to see me.” I said, “Yes we are.” She then started to pump her foot, and after a week’s lack of attention, I blew a load. She said, “I’m both impressed that you aren’t cheating, and I’m sad that you can’t last 30 seconds.”

I said I was sorry and she then reached out and pulled on a ring on my collar and said, “I have some plans, but sorry is something you will say much more tomorrow.”

That night went pretty much as I thought it would, she had me pleasure her a couple of times and then sleep.

The next morning she came over to me with a strange key thing and disconnected the chain from my cuff. She had me turn around and she reattached it but much shorter so my wrists almost touched. Then she turned her hip so I could see what was on her belt a bit round from her hip. It was some kind of plastic box thing. She then drew it out and I nearly fainted. It was a taser and she made it buzz while grinning a very evil grin. She then just jammed it into my midsection and I just froze and fell. I didn’t even scream as I locked up. It was painful, but while the contact point burned, it was the loss of control which was so scary as to hurt. She then waited for a moment and said, “Run fucker run.” I tried to crawl but with my hands behind my back, I had to do an awkward roll thing where she zapped my foot. I screamed and was able to get up and running. My steps were short because of the chain but I was motivated to go fast. But I wasn’t going to outrun her and before I could get to the end of the hallway I was zapped again. But I got lucky. I fell and when she zapped my ass I kicked her arm and sent the terrifying thing down the hallway. I was able to run to the exit at the end and get out onto the lawn. Our place was surrounded by lawn, but there was at least one hedgerow with bramble overgrown fields followed by other hedgerows. The driveway down to the road had a wall 8 feet high all along, I could only run in circles at best. But this logic didn’t make any difference; I was going to do anything it took to not get zapped again. I was going to try to hide behind a small wall, but then I felt a step behind me and was zapped right in the ass. I just fell. She was on me zapping me over and over. Then she stopped and said, “Part your fucking legs.” I begged her not to I pleaded and she said, “Part your fucking legs now.” I parted them and she sat on my stomach with her thighs between my legs. I was crying begging and trying to wriggle free when I felt the cold contacts pressed right into my scrotum. I was screaming no at the top of my lungs when I just blacked out.

When I came to she had poured what smelled like a bucked of pool water on me. I looked up at her and she said, “Wow when I did your balls I felt it going into me too. You didn’t scream at all. Did you feel that?” I wanted to lie but I shook my head no. She said, “Well, I’m going to have to figure a way to tone that down to the point where you don’t pass out. These only have one setting.”

She then just walked away. While the pain had been off the charts, the damage was fairly minimal. Maybe a few slightly pulled muscles. I probably had more bruising from falling.

I was able to get upright and go to the house.

Over the next few weeks, she lost any pretence about hurting me. She enjoyed it, and in a completely perverse way, I did as well. The pain was unbearable. I rarely got off from the pain in any way. I was clearly aroused by what was about to happen, but never what happened. I think most of it was seeing the pleasure on her face.

But this all came crashing down; in some ways literally. It turns out a distant neighbour crashed his drone in our yard. It was behind a short wall so we didn’t see it. The neighbour was using another drone to find the first one when my wife was in one of her particular rages and was beating me with a rubber tube. She had unshackled me as she wanted me to go for runs and other exercises and hadn’t yet locked me up again. So, what the drone person got wasn’t just her beating me until I shit myself, but being a quality drone, he recorded it in 4k. Including her just kicking me in the side and sitting down to enjoy a drink.

The police were there less than 30 minutes later. They pushed our gate open with a car and came up to me where I was just trying to recover while lying in my own shit. The rubber tube left a nasty welt where it came to an end. Plus the day before had been a visit from the bullwhip. So, I was a mess.

I was barely aware as they took me in the ambulance and I was soon in ER. They listed off to some policeman that I had several cracked ribs and a crack in my arm, and they had literally been unable to count the contusions and lacerations. Maybe 200. They said that I was also covered in hundreds of cigarette burns. I croaked, “Taser burns.” The doctor looked at me and then back at the investigator and said, “We’ve got pictures of everything and of course the medical records. We can’t give you those without a legal order, but we have them ready.” The investigator then came to me and said, “I have someone to talk to you almost here.” I nodded but the reality was that I was already planning on how to make this go away. The investigator came and I told them that I would really love to tell them everything and that I’d been hoping this would happen, but I needed to talk to my lawyer immediately to make sure everything was done correctly.

I did call the lawyer, but I ordered them to sell everything we owned. The house was still only in my name as was another property. I also asked them to arrange legal counsel for my wife. A few hours later the lawyer called and asked if she should have a separate legal council and if a divorce was on the table. I said, no to both. Even though I was in pretty rough shape, I felt motivated to make this work. The lawyer told me she was not allowed contact with me. So I copied her emoji stream from when I put on the shackles weeks before and sent them to the lawyer and said, “Can you show her that?”

The lawyer told me an hour later that she cried, but a happy cry when she saw them. My wife was denied bail which was fine. I had the house sold, the cars sold, the other property sold, and one which we had been doing short-term rentals was scheduled to be sold. It was not in my name but a fairly separate company entity.

I then sold my little boat and bought a proper bluewater boat. I asked the lawyer to arrange for her pretrial release if possible. I told him I organized a rental for her. She was released and I watched on the security camera as she entered the rental. She opened the envelope and then waved at the camera. She put on the wig and took the cane and raincoat and sat by the door waiting for the promised rain to begin. I watched her leave and I started to prepare on my end. She came to the marina and found the boat. She got on and I pulled into the night with the engine running for now.

Using satellite she was able to phone from the rental unit for over 2 weeks even though she wasn’t there. Then some legal person had to see her in person and that was over. I asked the lawyer to sell the rental unit and move the money into an overseas account like all our other money had been moved to.

On the boat, we generally had reasonably vanilla sex. Although, I was punched in the balls more than most normal people would expect.

But after a surprisingly short 24 days of sailing, we were pulling into the small port town. I had arranged for a taxi to take us to a nearby town further inland where I had already bought a plantation-sized estate for less than I had sold our cars for. It was both a modern town and one of old traditions. One of the traditions was that you could beat your servants as much as you wanted.

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