Part 2: Violent Wife
The following day my parents came to stay. It was the first time we'd seen them since the wedding. They were with us for two weeks until early into the
New Year. After a couple of days SYK and I had made up but whenever I touched her she said we shouldn't have sex with my parents in the house. Instead she'd push my head under the covers and make me eat her out.
A couple of Sundays later my parents returned to Rome. I was due to start my new job the following Monday. SYK had been cooking soup for dinner and we planned to have a relaxing evening watching a movie. We snuggled up close on the sofa and my hands started wondering under her clothes, over her breasts
and up her skimpy cotton skirt. Her cotton panties were wet.
SYK told me to get undressed and to bring her the dinner in my underwear. I went to the kitchen poured the piping hot soup into two bowls, poured us both a glass of wine and took it on a tray to the living room. When I got there she made me stand in front of her. She pulled my underwear down to my knees which stopped me from moving my legs. The tray with two wine glasses
on it meant I could only move my arms if I dropped it. SYK took one of the bowls of soup off the tray, reached down to my dick and ****** it into the near boiling liquid. I screamed in pain but she held it there until I went soft. Her nails dug deep into my balls and I was the closest I'd been to crying since I'd been a kid.
With a mocking look she looked up at me and explained this was my punishment for having such a ridiculously small package and constantly hassling her for sex when my parents had been staying.
She told me she wanted me to eat her cunt whilst she watched the
movie and ate her dinner. I was instructed not to stop eating until the movie ended.
To my surprise SYK started watching a porn film. I couldn't see the screen
because I was eating her pussy but I could tell how turned on she was getting by the copious amounts of juice dripping from her cunt.
'Here's the deal...', she said. 'If anyone in the movie has a dick or balls the same size or smaller than yours I'll let you fuck me. If they don't, I'll tie you to the bed so I don't have to feel your wimpy hands on me in the night.'
Throughout the movie I got a running commentary of the dick size and fucking capability of the various actors. Occasionally she'd grab my hair and turn my head to make me watch as some tiny chick got skewered on one or two giant black cocks. By the time the movie had finished, SYK had orgasmed seven times and seemed
delighted that all the cocks were, as she put it, 'at least twice the size of mine'. She grabbed my hair and dragged me on all fours to the bedroom. She told me to go and shower and to crawl to the bed when I was done.
When I got back she tied me up on my side of the bed so that my arms were straight above my head and my legs were together. I noticed this made my balls extremely vulnerable. She stuffed her panties in my mouth, secured them with tape and then turned her back on me and went to sleep under the blankets. I lay awake most of the night feeling uncomfortable, naked and cold.
This pattern of behavior became the norm. SYK mail-ordered me a
cock-lock called the CB3000 and made me wear it whenever I went to work. Each morning at 5am she'd fix it onto my dick before untying me from the bed. I'd then go to make her breakfast before showering and leaving for work.
SYK was always in the library or at Tae Kwon Do when I got home from in the evenings. She used to leave me a note on the fridge saying what she wanted for dinner, whether she wanted me to run her a bath or whether a room in the apartment needed cleaning. When she did eventually get home I'd invariably have to eat her pussy before being tied, stretched out, on the bed.
Sometimes I'd wake in the night to find her grinding her cunt on my face or biting my vulnerable balls and laughing at how easily she could get them both in her mouth.
With hindsight it's clear that I accepted this behavior because I found her dominating ways sexy. The possibility of her deciding to fuck me kept me on edge and I loved how easily I could make her orgasm when I ate her out. None of my previous girlfriends had pussies which were half that sensitive. In fact, now I think about it, SYK was the only woman I'd really been able to please sexually, this made me feel good about myself and I didn't think it
mattered that I was only able to please her with my tongue rather than my dick.
One Thursday in early February she came home around midnight. It had been a bad day at work for me and I was tired and tense about a meeting the next day. I'd ignored her instructions to make her dinner and had slobbed out on the sofa with a couple of beers instead. Rather than crawl to meet her (as
she liked me to do) when she got in, I lay on our bed and yelled at her to come and give her husband a good fuck.
She came in to the bedroom dimmed the lights, lay down next to me and undid the CB3000 to release my horny dick. I felt like I'd just got out of prison.
We rolled around together as I ripped off her clothes and I felt her warm tongue licking the length of my balls to the tip of my dick. Her cunt was rubbing against my knee and the wetness dripped down my leg as she started to bring herself off.
This was only the second time we'd started to have sex since I arrived back in the States over a month before. My hands were just reaching round to her ass when an excruciating pain shot through my stomach causing me to double up. As I did so the same hand that had just punched my balls connected in a fist against my chin and a millisecond later her elbow smashed into my mouth.
A combination of fear and anger caused me to flail out but the next thing I remember is lying in a small pool of blood, spitting out a broken tooth and a mouthful of bloody saliva. I felt her heel hit me hard in the solar plexus but before I could double-up the edge of the same foot came to rest on my neck, half choking me, half holding me in place.
'You pathetic wimp'. Her voice sounded distant as I drifted back to
consciousness. 'Are you a man? Men should be strong and control their wives, you're weak, unfit and pathetically small. How dare you disobey my instructions. How dare you think that I want to have sex with you and your small, thin, weak little noodle dick.'
She kicked me on the side of the head. My ear throbbed and I couldn't hear for a few seconds.
'...From now on things will be different...'
The words were blurred. Her foot hit me a number of times more and I felt both her hands grab my throat. Her entire body weight was on her knee digging into my balls.
'What kind of wimp gets beaten up by a little Asian girl? What kind of man is only good at eating pussy but barely knows how to fuck? I can't explain how nauseating I've found you over the past weeks constantly going on about how horny you are and thinking this has all been some game'.
I was stunned, her words hurt more than any kick she'd given me.
'Actually since you arrived here at Christmas you've made me feel sick. You're puny and wimpy. When I saw your little dick I was sad to have married such a loser. You balls are small and now I understand why you speak with a high voice. Real men speak with deep voices because their balls are big, heavy and full of cum. Yours are tiny. No wonder you can only dribble out a
couple of drops when you orgasm. You're worse than a little boy'.
Her hand reached down and grabbed both my tiny balls. Her other hand stayed on my neck. Instinctively I held her arm, half fearing she was going to choke me.
'Let go of my arm and put your hands on your head or I'll squeeze your balls until they pop'.
I did as she said.
'From now on you will sleep on a chain in the third bedroom.'
The spare room has a 'designer' concrete floor and walls but no furniture. I'd been planning to turn it into a trendy study.
'On weekdays you will serve me before going to work. Each day I will give you a bowl of cereal, a bottle of tap water and two pieces of fruit to eat.
From now on I will control all the finances and you will transfer all
property into my name. You will wear the cock-lock day and night. I will only take it off for you to shower once a day. If I ever even suspect you are playing with your pathetic dick I will torture your balls beyond all recognition. Do you understand?'
I nodded.
'When you come home in the evening you will serve me. If I want you to eat my cunt, you will do it. If I ever suspect you are not giving it your full attention I will hang a kilo of weight from each of your pathetic balls. I want you to keep fit so I will expect you to run on the treadmill for an hour each morning and evening. On weekends your primary responsibility will be to serve me and I will give you more specific instructions when necessary. Is that clear?'
I signaled that it was. One of her hands grabbed my balls and the other grabbed my hair. She dragged me to the spare room where I found a chain had already been attached to the brackets we'd installed for a wall mounted flat screen television. She fastened the chain around my neck and slapped me five times across the face. Each time my hands went up to protect myself she made
me put them by my side before slapping me again. After one hard, final, slap she flicked off the lights, closed and locked the door.
Stunned, confused and in shock I cried myself to sleep wondering what the hell had just happened to turn my life upside down. A small part of me thought it was a game inspired by the porn films she'd obviously started watching whilst we were apart. How wrong I was.
TO BE CONTINUED...
The following day my parents came to stay. It was the first time we'd seen them since the wedding. They were with us for two weeks until early into the
New Year. After a couple of days SYK and I had made up but whenever I touched her she said we shouldn't have sex with my parents in the house. Instead she'd push my head under the covers and make me eat her out.
A couple of Sundays later my parents returned to Rome. I was due to start my new job the following Monday. SYK had been cooking soup for dinner and we planned to have a relaxing evening watching a movie. We snuggled up close on the sofa and my hands started wondering under her clothes, over her breasts
and up her skimpy cotton skirt. Her cotton panties were wet.
SYK told me to get undressed and to bring her the dinner in my underwear. I went to the kitchen poured the piping hot soup into two bowls, poured us both a glass of wine and took it on a tray to the living room. When I got there she made me stand in front of her. She pulled my underwear down to my knees which stopped me from moving my legs. The tray with two wine glasses
on it meant I could only move my arms if I dropped it. SYK took one of the bowls of soup off the tray, reached down to my dick and ****** it into the near boiling liquid. I screamed in pain but she held it there until I went soft. Her nails dug deep into my balls and I was the closest I'd been to crying since I'd been a kid.
With a mocking look she looked up at me and explained this was my punishment for having such a ridiculously small package and constantly hassling her for sex when my parents had been staying.
She told me she wanted me to eat her cunt whilst she watched the
movie and ate her dinner. I was instructed not to stop eating until the movie ended.
To my surprise SYK started watching a porn film. I couldn't see the screen
because I was eating her pussy but I could tell how turned on she was getting by the copious amounts of juice dripping from her cunt.
'Here's the deal...', she said. 'If anyone in the movie has a dick or balls the same size or smaller than yours I'll let you fuck me. If they don't, I'll tie you to the bed so I don't have to feel your wimpy hands on me in the night.'
Throughout the movie I got a running commentary of the dick size and fucking capability of the various actors. Occasionally she'd grab my hair and turn my head to make me watch as some tiny chick got skewered on one or two giant black cocks. By the time the movie had finished, SYK had orgasmed seven times and seemed
delighted that all the cocks were, as she put it, 'at least twice the size of mine'. She grabbed my hair and dragged me on all fours to the bedroom. She told me to go and shower and to crawl to the bed when I was done.
When I got back she tied me up on my side of the bed so that my arms were straight above my head and my legs were together. I noticed this made my balls extremely vulnerable. She stuffed her panties in my mouth, secured them with tape and then turned her back on me and went to sleep under the blankets. I lay awake most of the night feeling uncomfortable, naked and cold.
This pattern of behavior became the norm. SYK mail-ordered me a
cock-lock called the CB3000 and made me wear it whenever I went to work. Each morning at 5am she'd fix it onto my dick before untying me from the bed. I'd then go to make her breakfast before showering and leaving for work.
SYK was always in the library or at Tae Kwon Do when I got home from in the evenings. She used to leave me a note on the fridge saying what she wanted for dinner, whether she wanted me to run her a bath or whether a room in the apartment needed cleaning. When she did eventually get home I'd invariably have to eat her pussy before being tied, stretched out, on the bed.
Sometimes I'd wake in the night to find her grinding her cunt on my face or biting my vulnerable balls and laughing at how easily she could get them both in her mouth.
With hindsight it's clear that I accepted this behavior because I found her dominating ways sexy. The possibility of her deciding to fuck me kept me on edge and I loved how easily I could make her orgasm when I ate her out. None of my previous girlfriends had pussies which were half that sensitive. In fact, now I think about it, SYK was the only woman I'd really been able to please sexually, this made me feel good about myself and I didn't think it
mattered that I was only able to please her with my tongue rather than my dick.
One Thursday in early February she came home around midnight. It had been a bad day at work for me and I was tired and tense about a meeting the next day. I'd ignored her instructions to make her dinner and had slobbed out on the sofa with a couple of beers instead. Rather than crawl to meet her (as
she liked me to do) when she got in, I lay on our bed and yelled at her to come and give her husband a good fuck.
She came in to the bedroom dimmed the lights, lay down next to me and undid the CB3000 to release my horny dick. I felt like I'd just got out of prison.
We rolled around together as I ripped off her clothes and I felt her warm tongue licking the length of my balls to the tip of my dick. Her cunt was rubbing against my knee and the wetness dripped down my leg as she started to bring herself off.
This was only the second time we'd started to have sex since I arrived back in the States over a month before. My hands were just reaching round to her ass when an excruciating pain shot through my stomach causing me to double up. As I did so the same hand that had just punched my balls connected in a fist against my chin and a millisecond later her elbow smashed into my mouth.
A combination of fear and anger caused me to flail out but the next thing I remember is lying in a small pool of blood, spitting out a broken tooth and a mouthful of bloody saliva. I felt her heel hit me hard in the solar plexus but before I could double-up the edge of the same foot came to rest on my neck, half choking me, half holding me in place.
'You pathetic wimp'. Her voice sounded distant as I drifted back to
consciousness. 'Are you a man? Men should be strong and control their wives, you're weak, unfit and pathetically small. How dare you disobey my instructions. How dare you think that I want to have sex with you and your small, thin, weak little noodle dick.'
She kicked me on the side of the head. My ear throbbed and I couldn't hear for a few seconds.
'...From now on things will be different...'
The words were blurred. Her foot hit me a number of times more and I felt both her hands grab my throat. Her entire body weight was on her knee digging into my balls.
'What kind of wimp gets beaten up by a little Asian girl? What kind of man is only good at eating pussy but barely knows how to fuck? I can't explain how nauseating I've found you over the past weeks constantly going on about how horny you are and thinking this has all been some game'.
I was stunned, her words hurt more than any kick she'd given me.
'Actually since you arrived here at Christmas you've made me feel sick. You're puny and wimpy. When I saw your little dick I was sad to have married such a loser. You balls are small and now I understand why you speak with a high voice. Real men speak with deep voices because their balls are big, heavy and full of cum. Yours are tiny. No wonder you can only dribble out a
couple of drops when you orgasm. You're worse than a little boy'.
Her hand reached down and grabbed both my tiny balls. Her other hand stayed on my neck. Instinctively I held her arm, half fearing she was going to choke me.
'Let go of my arm and put your hands on your head or I'll squeeze your balls until they pop'.
I did as she said.
'From now on you will sleep on a chain in the third bedroom.'
The spare room has a 'designer' concrete floor and walls but no furniture. I'd been planning to turn it into a trendy study.
'On weekdays you will serve me before going to work. Each day I will give you a bowl of cereal, a bottle of tap water and two pieces of fruit to eat.
From now on I will control all the finances and you will transfer all
property into my name. You will wear the cock-lock day and night. I will only take it off for you to shower once a day. If I ever even suspect you are playing with your pathetic dick I will torture your balls beyond all recognition. Do you understand?'
I nodded.
'When you come home in the evening you will serve me. If I want you to eat my cunt, you will do it. If I ever suspect you are not giving it your full attention I will hang a kilo of weight from each of your pathetic balls. I want you to keep fit so I will expect you to run on the treadmill for an hour each morning and evening. On weekends your primary responsibility will be to serve me and I will give you more specific instructions when necessary. Is that clear?'
I signaled that it was. One of her hands grabbed my balls and the other grabbed my hair. She dragged me to the spare room where I found a chain had already been attached to the brackets we'd installed for a wall mounted flat screen television. She fastened the chain around my neck and slapped me five times across the face. Each time my hands went up to protect myself she made
me put them by my side before slapping me again. After one hard, final, slap she flicked off the lights, closed and locked the door.
Stunned, confused and in shock I cried myself to sleep wondering what the hell had just happened to turn my life upside down. A small part of me thought it was a game inspired by the porn films she'd obviously started watching whilst we were apart. How wrong I was.
TO BE CONTINUED...
