Shelly's Anal Bitch

It's hard to take things seriously when my mind is stuck on the freaky-freakies that'll be played out when I get off work. What's even more distracting is that I have to stand in one place for eight hours a night watching chicken patties pass by on a conveyor belt while making sure they're laying flat and worrying if my coworkers notice the outline of the padlock through my navy-blue canvas pants, sky-blue smock, and white plastic apron.

None of this stuff would bother me if my wife hadn't gotten it into her head that she was going to entertain herself by making me her sex slave. After all, dispelling erotic thoughts shouldn't be any more complicated than an extra few tugs on my dick during a bathroom break. All I'd have to do is wait till I could get my supervisor's permission to go take a shit and then be sure to wash my hands before returning to work. As far as the bulging padlock was concerned I could explain that I was trying out a new retro fashion idea. The only problem with these solutions was that they were impossible.

A normal padlock might be explained away, but not when it was connected to the shiny metal hasp securing a pair of super-tight black leather briefs that came up to my ribcage and made extra flesh bubble out around the rim. Once a person was to discover that their curiosity would make them demand an explanation. I was terrified of having to explain the metal studs that read "Shelly's Anal Bitch" in bold letters just above the large silver Harley Davidson padlock. Their was an unflattering bump where my cock and balls should have been and a clear catheter hose which came from the bottom of the briefs and traced a short path to the clear plastic bag tied to my inner left thigh. The chicken factory employed half the people in my town, and if discovered, I would never be able to show my face in public again.

At the very least the lock alone would get me fired because there was no metal of any type allowed on the factory lines. This rule included everything from hidden piercings to wedding bands. The supervisors minced no words when it came to explaining how replaceable every worker was if rules were broken. Aside from the potential humiliation I had the additional stress of being Shelly's sole source of income. If I got fired she had promised to make my life a living hell, and considering how rough she liked to play I didn't doubt her ability to back up her threat.

Luckily for me, the bulge from the lock was masked beneath my pant's zipper where my dick should have been. My dick was secured between my legs by a neoprene coated metal shield a lot like the hard plastic cups people used for contact sports. Unlike other cups, this one had a special feature of an inner apparatus that looked a lot like a smaller curved version of an empty toilet paper roll that was a similar neoprene coated metal a quarter inch thick with four silver anchors threaded into corresponding holes built into the cup. This special feature was one of my wife's favorites because it had been built by real sadists for genuine masochists, or anyone unlucky enough to fall into a sadist's clutches.

The tube was a complex system of latches and swivels. First, the soft dick would be forced into the pre-lubricated tube until the end was flush with the pubic area. Then, one by one the anchors would be tuned one full revolution counter-clockwise. The turning anchors forced a double ring of fifty pins, the size of heavy paper-clip wires, to protrude a third of an inch from the inner circumference of the tube in the areas immediately under each anchor. The anchor closest to the base of the penis would be the first engaged to disable the shaft's ability to retract from the tube. When all four anchors were kicked in there'd be eight rings with twenty-five pins each digging into the penis and making a total of 400 pins all along the shaft. When this was completed a catheter tube was fed through the urethra until it entered the bladder. A metal cap for the tube was secured to the catheter hose at the proper length. The cap had twenty pins jutting from its inner surface and eight pressure latches which snapped into rounded hollows on the inside of the tube's rim. Once the cap was in place the only way to remove it was to crank the fourth anchor an additional half a revolution counter-clockwise and thereby force the clips from their locked positions while also pushing the fifty inner pins of an additional sixth of an inch into the crown area of the penis. Finally, the catheter hose was fed through the bottom hole of the briefs, the four anchors lined up with the holes inside the cup, and when all four anchors were fully inside the holes a metal clunk would be heard to signify the four anchor locks engaging because of a pressure switch. To disengage the switch required a rotary key, like the ones used with vending machines, which was located behind the hasp with the padlock dangling from it.

Just the description tortures me because I had 400 pins digging in on all sides, twenty coming from the end cap, the discomfort of a catheter, no conceivable way of escape from this miniature iron maiden, and according to the clock I still had another hour before I could go home. The day stretched before me into eternity. Had this been the end of my discomfort I would have felt grateful, but it wasn't.

One of Shelly's ideas for fun was making me her anal bitch. To her, my dick was nothing more than something to abuse because she knew she could get more pleasure from my pain and discomfort than from having to belittle herself into letting me use it on her. When she was in the mood to fuck it usually meant me in tight bondage with my ass in the air so she could give me a savage anal reaming with one of her many large strap-ons with deep heating ointment as the lube if she saw fit to grease my hole at all. She'd told me that the feel of the harness against her pussy as she rammed against my colon could make her cum harder than anything. She especially liked using large toys, so that meant my asshole was continually being crammed shut with thick butt plugs to keep it nice and open. For her, the idea of objects up my ass was a turn on, and nothing made her smile more than the looks of horror I had when she made me kiss some of the cruel devices as she told me how many hours it would be inside me.

I thought about the studs which declared me to be "Shelly's Anal Bitch" as I shifted my weight to keep my feet from freezing on the wet concrete floor. A chicken patty came by that had folded over on itself, but it was on the far side of the conveyer belt which meant I'd have to lean out to fix it. After either standing in one place or shifting weight for over seven hours it was getting harder not to whimper every time I moved. Since the leather briefs were cut like a panty girdle, with the high waist and low thighs, my butt was clamped almost in on itself. In fact, Shelly had started complaining about how small my ass was getting and a couple days ago she'd gotten fairly excited when she read about surgical procedures for enlarging people's rear ends. The only reason I had an ass at all was because of the plug I had to kiss when she was prepping me to go to work. It was unique from other plugs in that its main purpose was to cause constant torture. It, like most of the plugs Shelly put in me, was large enough to require deep heating lube to loosen my already stretched asshole enough to accommodate its girth. Also, like most other plugs its rounded tip expanded like a funnel and then dropped almost perpendicular to a smaller shaft which ended in a flange as a base. The idea was that when inserting the plug the growing size could gradually stretch the hole open and then when the largest part had passed the sphincter muscle the hole would drop back down to the smaller portion of the shaft. The flange at the base would hug the outside while the abrupt edge of the drop-off would rest against the inside. If the plug was large enough it could not be forced out by the wearer because the only reason it made it in was by there being a sloping increase in girth. The force required to expel the plug must come from something external. Any internal flexing or relaxing only caused the brunt of the plug to press against the inner rim without being powerful enough to make it suddenly expand enough to allow it to pass. The flange of the base kept the blunt inner portion snug against the inner rim and the sphincter is trapped open at whatever gauge the connecting shaft of the plug and the flange is. If the plug is too small it could be forced out. If the drop-off isn't abrupt enough or the smaller shaft is too long then the plug is ineffective at sealing the hole. A comfortable plug is one which's shaft is the approximate length of the sphincter muscle. An uncomfortable plug is one which the shaft is too short and the flange is causing a portion of the outer rip to be continually stretched. The plug I'm wearing is like the too short one. The flange is bulbous and solid, so it presses against the sides of my crack. The briefs constrict my flesh against the flange and make my butt cheeks feel alien and numb. The true discomfort of this plug is found in the dozens of hard rubber tormenters which spoke out from the shaft. Each is about a half inch long, as wide as a pencil eraser at the base, and a quarter of that at the tip. They may not be savage to look at, but when my ass has been stretched to the size of a softball by the first part and burned by greasy heating ointment the last thing I want is for my asshole to close down on an already uncomfortable shaft covered by unyielding spears. My asshole wants to be closed, but those few dozen sharp little knobs dig into my sensitive flesh like a reverse of the iron maiden hurting my dick.

I watch the final minutes lull by and a member of the night crew taps me on the shoulder to let me know he is taking over and I can go home now.

I go to the locker room and trade out my smock and apron for a green sweatshirt that's two sizes too big. I still have a mile walk home ahead of me. Shelly will be waiting and only fifteen minutes are allotted for the travel time. I try to speed walk, but my legs wont' move faster than a stroll. I look at the ground in front of me and try not to think about the bolts of pain that shoot from underneath my clothes.

By the time I reach the house twenty-two minutes have slipped away. Shelly is at sitting at the kitchen table and the door to the basement is open behind her. As I close and lock the door behind me, she gets up and moves to the sink. I take off my clothes and put them on the floor by a dog food bowl.

The urine sloshes in the full catheter bag as I walk to Shelly and bow my head. She points to the bag and says, "That walk home must have wore you out, why don't you have something to drink." Protests or arguing only make it worse and to my horror I feel the needles around my dick digging in as blood begins to flood into my groin.

There is a 32 ounce cup sitting on the counter. Shelly glares at me as I untie the catheter bag and detach the hose. The reek of urine hits me while I pour the contents into the glass. The cloudy yellow liquid pools at the three-quarter mark and without hesitating I bring the warm glass to my lips.

Shelly laughs and pokes at the hard bulge in my groin. "Drink slow and deep," she commands. I try not to gag as the first acrid mouthful rolls down my tongue and into my throat. I keep the salty glass at my lips between swallows.

While I'm drinking Shelly moves in front of me and clips a heavy metal clamp onto my left nipple. I shudder and try not to flinch as she clamps the right nipple as well. As I swallow more of my own piss she takes a clamp in each hand and starts twisting them 180 degrees in opposite directions. Then she releases the clamps and watches them spring back to their starting positions.

"I hate to be kept waiting, especially by someone as worthless and disgusting as you." Shelly steps back and watches me finish drinking the glass of piss. I move to the sink and rinse out the glass.

From over my shoulder I hear Shelly start down the stairs. I know enough to follow her without being told. The downstairs area has ten foot ceilings and Shelly's fully equipped dungeon. She takes me buy the ear and pulls me toward a heavy duty arch made of 4X4's painted black. Their are chains and wenches attached to the arch. She grabs my wrists and buckles a leather cuff on each. Then she clips chains to the cuffs and uses hand-wound wenches to pull both my arms up into a "V".

Shelly pulls a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks the nightmare briefs and pulls them off of me. The tube of pins holding my penis remains and she lets the catheter hose dangle from its tip. Then she moves out of sight and I hear chains being pulled toward me. These she padlocks around my ankles without the merciful cuffs and then cranks wenches until my legs are spread wide open.

Although the briefs are gone I am unable to budge the anal plug. I try to adjust some of the weight off my arms but can't manage it the ways she's got them rigged. My fingers are beginning to tingle. I can hear sounds of something heavy being dragged toward me but I can't make out what it is.

Then, without warning, Shelly grabs the flange of the anal plug and starts jerking it up and down and side to side. The pointy knobs gouge at me as my asshole slowly begins to release the plug. The pain is tremendous, like nothing she's done to me before. I groan, which makes her jerk harder. I grit my teeth, but it's no good. It's too much and I start groaning harder and crying which makes her laugh. After what feels like an eternity I feel the sensation of my guts being pulled out and then an emptiness which makes me gasp for breath with shaking groans as my asshole clutches at empty space.

The tears are dripping off my cheeks and onto the floor where they turn the gray cement a dark greenish color. Shelly steps in front of me and puts the warm and dirty plug against my lips. There are red flecks of blood in clear gel looking gobs of mucus and the sponge-grip reek of human bowels.

"Lick and kiss it and tell it you love it, or I'll put it back in and make you run for ten hours on the treadmill."

I feel hate toward her as I lick and kiss this terrible nasty device. My dick is trying to get hard again and I taste urine in the back of my throat. After a few minutes of her rubbing the damn thing all over my face she leaves me and returns with a ring gag. She buckles this device on me and cinches the ring deeper into my mouth until it lodges behind my teeth. Then she attaches a chain to the top of the harness and uses the wenches to stretch my neck until I can't feel any weight on the muscles. Once again she moves out of sight and I hear the unscrewing of a lid and the medicinal scent of mineral ice. I feel the freezing goop shoved inside me by a gloved hand. Almost immediately the heat starts to really hurt and I grunt my pain as Shelly spends about ten minutes brutally fisting me and rubbing the mineral ice over my exposed balls. Then she amuses herself by shoving her right arm as deep up my ass as she can get it while slapping my balls so hard I can feel it in my teeth. By now the pain is all I know. I feel raped and molested like a sex crime victim. Finally she stops as I continue to jerk the chains with my involuntary muscle spasms.

I clench my eyes and try to pass out, but it doesn't work. When I open my eyes Shelly is growling at me with her eyes. She holds up the plug I had in me all day and I grunt my pleas for mercy. She shushes me and I fall quiet. At this point the horrors of that plug are beyond any suffering I think I could endure.

Shelly holds the plug in one hand so that I can truly see its horrific and cruel presence. Then her teeth glisten into a grin as she holds out a second plug which looks exactly the same as the first except it's a third larger and connected to the flange is the tell tale cord of a plug-in vibrator.

The chains offer me no amount of movement but I continue trying to yell and fight as the heavy tip touches my traumatized asshole and starts stretching the flesh open as it slides further up. Shelly can't get the final bit of the plug in on the first couple dozen attempts. By that time I was hurting too much to fight anymore. I felt her try to stick it up there again and my whole body shook with anguish as my anus was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Then, just when I thought she was going to pull it out, I felt the lip of the drop-off pass beyond the sphincter muscle. After that it brutally slipped in and my asshole obligatorily plopped shut on a ring of spiked knobs which were all a third larger than the previous one. My asshole sealed over the plug and I knew it would be almost impossible to get it out. I was sagging against the chains. The pain was so overwhelming I had no strength left. I felt her undo my feet and I registered the feeling of leather and constriction. I briefly passed out but came to as I heard the snick of a heavy duty padlock closing. I knew I was locked back into the briefs.

I had been home less than an hour. Shelly laughed as I opened my eyes. "Next time don't be late you anal bitch." She plugged the powerful vibrator into a wall socket and moved a video camera in front me and hit the record button. "Have fun," she said while hitting the button to activate the plug's powerful vibrator.

The vibrations made me go into contortions as it rattled my spine and seemed to eviscerate my body. This overload did not abate. I was sob crying through the ring gag as drool poured down my chest and tears dripped from the lashes of my clenched eye-lids. I heard the basement door slam and knew I wouldn't see her again until sometime the next day.

In this realm there was no time, only the numbing buzz of the vibrating behemoth up my ass. The vibrator made each of the pointed knobs feel like they were digging their way through flesh and being back in the restrictive briefs made the sensations that much more bone chilling. My thresholds had been breached and as I stood there unconscious of the relentless video I felt more tortured and powerless than ever before.

I thought I might have been able to overcome the vibrator at first because I had thought my legs were free, but they weren't. So I stood at perfect attention since I was weighted to the floor by a large object that felt like it had iron beams rising from it and lacing me up as if in a metal cocoon. I became steadily less and less aware of reality. The flashbacks started to come to life as they poured through me like the buzz from the vibrating tyrant rending my butt.

I heard the ratcheting of the handcuffs and felt my arms raising above my head when I asked Shelly to dominate me for the first time. At the moment I didn't have any idea what type of perversions were yet to come. I expected her to suck on my dick and tease me, but she had other things on her mind. What I thought of as some newlywed fun had turned into my introduction to servitude.

After my hands were locked overhead she used a shovel handle to tie my legs apart. Then I felt her lock the buckles which held a leather hood in place. The hood had a blindfold and a penis gag that also locked into place. Her voice rasped when she whispered into my ear what my new role was.

"You asked me to dominate you, but I'm not going to be your fantasy. As a submissive, you are my toy, a plaything, my living and breathing fantasy turned reality. From now on you're going to be my anal bitch."

She didn't hold back that first time. She used it as an ideal chance to live out her lewd imaginations. "I'm recording this with a camcorder, slave, so if you mess with me, everyone will see this."

She began by giving me a huge enema of very hot water with ground up black pepper mixed into it and then inserted an inflatable plug in my ass which wouldn't let me release the liquid fire eating away at my bowels. While I struggled against my bonds she used a fly swatter on my ass, dick, and balls. Then came the removal of the anal plug and the uncontrollable torrent of nasty filth which became a pool on the floor of our normal looking basement. She used a dildo on my ass for the first time and when she got done she removed the hood and told me to suck it clean. After that she showed me a metal band with tons of blunt pins jutting from the inside of where it curved into a circle. She told me that from that point on I was her anal bitch and had me repeat it into the camera. She coiled the metal strip around my dick with the spikes facing inward and locked it on with a heavy padlock that weighed the band down, causing the pins to gouge into my dick. Finally she said she wanted me to think about my new life and set up a VCR and television so that I could watch everything she'd just filmed. At times during the video I started to get an erection, but the metal band's needles dug in at the slightest hint of arousal.

She returned after a few hours and let me free so that I could clean up the mess I'd made.

I also remembered the first time I had to go out in public wearing an anal plug under a pair of her pink lacy panties.

These thoughts helped me fight off sleep for a while, but eventually I slept. When I woke up Shelly was standing in front of me.

She turned off the vibrator and removed the head harness and ring gag. She had already taken away my leg restraints but my arms had been elevated so long they looked white from the lack of blood flow. She unlocked my wrists and I fell to the floor. My body felt like it had turned to mush. I had no physical strength and was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts.

Shelly removed the briefs, plug, and penis tube rather easily, but I was only aware of pressure and then the freedom of being completely naked.

One corner of the basement was reserved for a four post bed. She helped me to the bed and tucked me in. She let me sleep most of the day and brought me a dinner on a tray when evening finally came.

I noticed upon waking that she had put an adult diaper on me and locked it into place with a leather harness. As I ate I tried not to think about how my privates ached and I also tried not to dwell on the rank smell rising from the obviously full diaper. After I finished eating she took the tray away and let me sleep a few more hours. I woke up to her pulling the covers off me while humming a Beethoven symphony.

The diaper had become a putrid collecting chamber of vile feeling mushiness. She told me to raise my hands above my head. Then she locked them to a set of handcuffs secured to the middle of the headboard. Next, she took each leg and tied them so that my ass was just above the bed and both legs were as far apart as possible. She spread a garbage bag under my rear before undoing the harness and removing the diaper.

"I try to treat you good and this is how you repay my kindness, by shitting and pissing all over the place." She took paper towels and cleaned me off, then went over the area again with baby wipes. She walked to the other end of the room and returned with the ring gag. Once she'd tightly buckled this bad onto me she gathered up the refuse from the diaper and moved it to the head of the bed.

"I don't have to take your shit and piss, so I'm going to give it all back to you." I couldn't believe she was doing this. It was beyond any game I'd ever imagined wanting to play. I tried to move my head away, but she pinned it to the bed with her right hand and picked up the diaper by its ends.

I saw the middle of it droop under the large volume of very wet contents that had stained the inside of the white plastic a brown color. She brought the edge of the elastic crease and set the warm soggy plastic on my face. She tilted the diaper until a grainy brown fluid began to pour into my mouth through the gaping hole of the ring gag. Since I had my head pinned against the bed the greasy fluid poured over my tongue and I was forced to swallow. My bile churned as the foul human waste continued to pour. To keep from drowning I had to swallow shit and piss until my stomach began to hurt because I was so full. Finally it stopped pouring and shelly turned the diaper over and ground it into my face. The brunt of the solid shit had remained in the synthetic cloth interior and as she ground it into my face my mouth was filled so much I had to tongue it into my cheeks so I could maintain and airway because both of my nostrils had been clogged. I heard her laugh as she got up off the bed, leaving the sodden diaper smashed into my face.

I tried to free myself from the diaper but it was stuck to my face too completely. I felt Shelly's weight when she got onto the bed and crawled between my wide-spread legs.

"Well, my anal bitch, I'm about to make you feel pain and agony like you've never imagined. I'm going to fuck you with a studded strap-on that's as big around as a man's fist and I'll be using an exfoliating body wash that's filled with floating pieces of sand and sea salt. You'll be rubbed more raw than ever before by this and afterwards I'm going to stick your friend from last night up your ass and play the vibrating walk away game like yesterday."

I began to genuinely cry into the diaper as she entered me as far as she could go very slowly and then began hard thrusts that brought the dildo from its tip to its deepest penetration at the rate of one thrust and withdrawal every three seconds. I felt the stinging burn of the body wash and the studded monstrosity of the dildo when she slowly entered me and I yelled in panicked agony by her third thrust. The pain grew in intensity as the first seconds turned into twenty minutes. When she finally pulled away I began vomiting into the diaper. The puked up shit and piss coated my face and drained back into my mouth as I fought for air. While I battled for my life, Shelly worked my nemesis from the night before back up my ass, re-attached all of the apparatus from the night before, and kicked the vibrator back on. As the plug shook my bowels the iron maiden on my cock made sure that my torso ached from every stabbing pin of my purgatory.

Once again the hours passed in a delirium as I was propelled into a fugue state where I saw how my life used to be. Never had I imagined being forced to endure torture at the hands of my unassuming wife. Even more remote was the dim realization that I loved her more and more with each passing day.

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