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My head drooped and the sweat dripped off my forehead and onto the floor. The handcuffs were really chafing me now, and the temperature in the room had risen quite a bit. "Surely my cum lunch is cooked now..." I kept thinking to myself. Because of my Husband's dominance, I had started to really buy into the scenario of him actually cooking my lunch inside me! "It'll be a privilege to eat it for him" I thought. "I just hope it happens soon".

I felt cold air on my face and body, so I assumed the door to the boiler room had been opened (although I didn't hear anything because of the ear plugs still inside me). Suddenly, one earplug was removed, and my Husband's wonderful voice spoke to me. "You've done really well Phil. Your lunch should be cooked now. You've been in here for nearly two hours with the oven on. I thought I'd give it a bit of extra time, as I know you like things well cooked." I nodded, happily and slightly relieved to be proceeding to the next stage of my punishment. Although the earlier orgasm was amazing, I never in my wildest dreams thought that it would lead to such a dirty, filthy bondage scenario that lasted for so many hours.

"Before we remove you from the room" said my Husband, "We need to tenderise the cum for you. At the moment, it will be too stringy and stodgy. Is that okay, my Princess?" Having already been in bondage for many hours, and having no choice, I moaned in agreeance. "Very good. I'll go and get the flogger". My earplug was put back in, leaving me virtually deaf once more, and after a few moments my Husband returned. My blindfold was removed and I squinted at the bright light. My Husband was stood there, smiling, with flogger in hand. Over the next ten minutes he flogged my boobs, lightly at first and then hard towards the end. It was exhilarating but very difficult to endure. I could barely hear the strikes as they hit my tits, but I certainly felt them. My boobs were red raw and stinging, but he continued. Then, he uncuffed my arms and legs. My joints ached as he moved my limbs around, but I was glad to be free. Unfortunately, he was simply moving me into another position. My arms were cuffed together and were attached to the hook above me, both upright. My high heels were then removed, which made it very difficult to touch the floor ... only my tip toes could reach the wood below me. My Husband had installed it this way on purpose, making it very uncomfortable for me and more pleasing to him. He pulled my knickers down and told me to spread my legs a little. This hurt immensely, as it put great pressure on my cuffed wrists, but I had to do it. My toes barely touched the floor. I started to breathe very heavily through my nose, and my Husband began flogging my cunt, still with the duct tape attached. It hurt a lot, but it was nice. It could have been worse, the duct tape could have been removed! My earplugs were then taken out.

Approximately five minutes later, he said the words I'd been longing to hear ... "Your lunch is ready". My hands were uncuffed from the hook and I was finally able to stand properly. I bet I looked like a real "lady" stood there, my mouth still taped, black basque, stockings and suspenders on, no knickers but with duct tape wrapped round my cunt ... what would my friends think of me if they saw me like this? Secretly, I'd always wanted to 'accidentally' leave a rude photograph somewhere lying around at work in a pile of papers, or 'accidentally' send a rude picture to someone via text message and claim it wasn't intentional (maybe even with a rude message attached). It would turn me on so much knowing they'd seen me in lingerie, or a bikini ... and having to work with them every day afterwards. But my mind was wandering...

My hands were cuffed back together "to keep me from escaping" as my Husband said, and my legs were cuffed as well. I was ordered to go downstairs to the dining room. I very carefully walked down the stairs, as the chains on the cuffs were short and didn't allow me to take wide steps. My Husband already had his cock out and was wanking over the situation - he loves seeing me struggle and under his control.

I stood there in the kitchen and my Husband ordered me to put my hands on my head and keep them there until he said otherwise. My ankle cuffs were removed and he made me spread my legs. My mouth tape was removed and Hubby took the sopping wet panties out for me. I breathed and sighed and said "Thank you, I love you ... I love you so much!" I couldn't contain myself. His dominance excited me so much. "Keep your mouth shut, slut" he replied "Unless you want to cook your cum some more upstairs?" I kept silent and looked afraid. As much as I'd enjoyed the bondage, I was now ready to move on to the next stage for my love.

A small plate was taken from the cupboard and was placed on top of a miniature table my Husband had placed between my legs. I knew what this was for ... preparing my lunch, no doubt. "Now" continued my Husband "It's time to get your lunch, my little cum eating whore slut." Just by talking to me like this, he had me nearly cumming and under his control. The duct tape was carefully removed, and my bald pussy felt the cold air for the first time in many hours. It felt sweaty and absolutely sopping wet. Within seconds, a glob of ... something dripped out, I felt it and heard it hit the plate. It was probably a mixture of the semen my Husband had deposited there earlier and my own cum. Being in bondage all those hours had made my cunt very wet and sweaty. My Husband then placed his fingers up my cunt and it felt fucking amazing. All that time without any attention had made her super sensitive, and I was nearly cumming again. I involuntarily moved down and tried to ride his fingers, but a swift slap to the pussy stopped me. "on't you dare" said my gorgeous owner. "I'm only doing this to remove your lunch properly. If you try to ride my fingers again, or even moan, you'll be subjected to another punishment." I was in heaven.

My Husband carefully fingered out the cum and spunk, and put it on the place. Unfortunately for me, I once again moaned by accident and I knew I was in trouble. "That's another punishment, slut" he said. "I'll think of one and tell you after this session concludes". My lunch was prepared and was placed on the table. The wet red knickers that my Husband removed from my mouth were put on the table next to the plate, and my Husband told me that those would contain my dessert very soon. He continued wanking ... which made me realise what the dessert would be.

I was made to sit on the dining chair in front of my plate of cum, and my legs were cuffed underneath the chair. My hands were cuffed behind my back and I looked at the lunch in front of me. It was more than I expected! It looked bubbly and slimy, but I had to do it. I'd always loved swallowing cum for my Husband, but I'd never done it like this. "Well, tuck in" he said. "If you don't eat it within two minutes we'll repeat the whole scenario tomorrow". I lowered my head, and my tongue touched the plate. I licked the cum and swallowed the first little bit. It was divine. I began to moan as I ate the rest, licking and slurping the beautiful, warm mixture of white, creamy cum and my own pussy juice. I could feel and taste it all over my lips and nose as I bent my head into the gorgeous mixture. Within a minute, it was gone, and I sat back in my chair, pleased with my achievement. "Time for dessert" said my beautiful owner, and his cock was brought to the panties on the table. He came and squirted into them ... more delicious cum for me. He held the red panties up to my mouth and carefully let me slide some of the cum into my mouth. "on't swallow yet" he said, his cock still hard, "Get it all in your mouth first". Once I'd licked it all up, he said "tilt your head back and keep all that cum in there" and then he brought his head over mine. "One last ingredient" he said, and spat in my mouth ... not once, but at least ten times. Not only had he prepared me a tasty cum dessert, but he added his beautiful saliva to the mix for him to enjoy. "Now swallow" he said. And I did. Once again, it was divine. I loved serving my Husband. The creamy texture of the semen was slowly moving down my throat, and I could still smell and taste it all.

"I hope you enjoyed our little scenario" said my man, and he uncuffed me. "Now strip naked and start on the housework. The whole place needs vacuuming" he continued. I obeyed. I quickly placed my basque and stockings in the washing basket, had a quick wee on the … (I'd been desperate for ages) and started on the housework. I absolutely loved receiving this domination, and I have no problem receiving it on a daily basis. I love my Husband, and he turns me on so much.

After I'd finished the housework, he sat down at the table with me, and I was still naked. "Now for your other punishment because you were naughty" he continued ... I'd forgotten about that, actually! "From now on, you will not shave. Anywhere." I looked surprised, as he'd always made me shave since I was eighteen ... twelve years ago. "You will not shave your armpits, and you will NOT shave your cunt. I want to see if I like you 'all natural', and I want you to be humiliated when you go out and raise your arms, forgetting you have hairy armpits." I liked the idea, even though it was a little unusual. "Yes, my love" I replied, "But what about around my pussy and legs? My hair grows quite far onto the sides of my legs and above my pussy..." He smiled ... "Yes, I know. Like I said, you are NOT to shave. AT ALL" he shouted. You are not to shave ANY PART OF YOUR BODY, not your pussy, not around your pussy, not under your arms, and not your legs. Understand?" My pussy was getting wet again under his control. "Yes, my love. I won't shave again anywhere until you tell me to..." "Good" he replied, "and we're going to do this for a three month trial, maybe leading onto six months, maybe permanently if I like it". Three months?! I thought. I'm going to be incredibly hairy by then.... "And we're going to regularly go the swimming baths and you'll wear that skimpy outfit, so that people can see a bit of your pussy hair round the sides of your crotch and under your arms. Will that humiliate you, my little slut?" I was shocked, but turned on by the thought of it. What if one of my male work colleagues saw me at the local swimming pool with my hair coming out of the sides of my crotch and hairy armpits? "Yes, it will my love..." Once again, I was under his spell.

"Now" he continued, "o you want more orgasm and punishment? I need sex, and you look like you need it too". I was taken aback, but I desperately needed a fuck and an orgasm. "Yes, please my love" I replied. That was all he needed. He bent me over the dining room table, took out his hard cock and plunged it into my sweaty cunt. He pulled my hair as he fucked me, fast and deep. I came within 5 minutes, and as I did, my Husband said "You'll be eating this cum when I'm finished with you too". A few moments later, he removed his cock, spun me round, told me to squat and came all over my face. I fingered the cum into my mouth, as instructed, and swallowed my third portion of the day. I felt unbelievably slutty as I was on the kitchen floor, nude, squatted down with cum inside me. I wondered what on earth my next punishment would be. I was about to find out...

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