My owner told me to write down what he made me do tonight, in case it might inspire other husbands to do the same to their wives.

 It started around 5:00, when my owner sent a text to me. I was to be ready at the front door, on my hands and knees, with my ass facing the door. I was to wear nothing but a pair of black thigh-high stockings, my whore heels, and a black cupless corset, tied tight. I was to be ready at 5:30 for his arrival, with a selection of thick dildos and dongs on the floor around me. And I was to wear a pair of earplugs and a blindfold that he'd left for me.

He'd made me serve him like this before, but without earplugs or a blindfold. That time, he'd walked in to the sight of my bare ass and pussy, told me all the things he wanted to do to me, and then had done most of them, spanking me red, reaming my ass and generally treating me like nothing more than a fuckable sex toy. As I got ready, I was already panting with lust. This would be a lot different.

By 5:30 I was on all fours on the cold tile of the foyer, the hard stone hurting my knees. My naked ass pointed at the door. My bare tits dangled down. I could hear virtually nothing, as the earplugs were industrial strength. Someone would've needed to use a jackhammer next to me for me to hear. I could see nothing but black, with just the barest glimmer of light leaking around the edges of the blindfold. I'd selected six of my nastiest dildos, thick black things with jagged ridges and menacing tips, and arranged them three on each side of me. I could see nothing and hear nothing, but I could smell dinner warming in the oven. My owner would be hungry after using and abusing me with his magnificent cock.

I don't know how long I knelt there. The tile hurt my knees after only a short while, and soon my kneecaps were in agony. I didn't dare shift around, though, because he might already be in the house, watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake so he could punish me. So I stayed still, though my mind raced. Maybe he was running late. Maybe he wasn't coming home for hours. Maybe he'd brought some friends over and they were all watching me, taking pictures and making rude comments. Maybe the front door was open so all the neighbors could see my slutty ass. Maybe...

I yelped out loud when I felt the first touch. A fingernail trailing along the curve of my bare ass. A woman's fingernail, I thought, from the sharpness of it. Scratching almost painfully across the soft flesh of my ass cheeks. Tracing a line to the pucker of my anus. Then scraping down to the folds of my slut slit, my pussy, and the hole that's open to anyone my owner gives it to. I felt the fingernail, definitely a woman's, slide in between my pussy lips, waggling back and forth and gouging my sensitive skin there. Then, I felt the brush of a leather shoe against my arm, and suddenly two sets of fingers were painfully pulling my pussy lips apart, opening up my pink fuck tunnel.

I desperately wanted to see what was going on, find out who was prying at my privates. Who was looking down my cunt? Who was this woman and what was she here for? Was she like me, a sex slave being forced to act out her Master's depraved fantasies? Or the wife of a friend, taking her revenge on me for letting her husband fuck me like a whore? Or a photographer's assistant, here to add more photos of my humiliation to those already floating around the internet?

Suddenly the fingers left my cunt and touched me at the entrance to my asshole, twisting inside my tightly closed anus. I'd lightly lubed it while preparing myself to serve my owner, but that did nothing to stop the pain when she dug her fingernails inside and pulled my asshole open. I cried out in pain, but I desperately wanted to hear what was going on. Were there people laughing at my discomfort? Was she insulting me, calling me a bitch and a whore and a filthy cunt? Was she telling me all the nasty things she was going to do to my ass, about giving me an enema, or pissing in my asshole, or fucking me with a strapon?

After she released my asshole she turned her attention to my dangling tits. Soon she had my nipples painfully pinched inside her long, sharp fingernails, pulling down and twisting them, until I cried out again and again. I sounded muffled even to myself, and had to wonder how loudly I was talking. Shouting? Whispering? Begging? She must've enjoyed my torment, because she kept it up, first one breast, then the other, and finally both at once. When she crouched over me, I could feel a sweater like material against my back, and her breasts, which might've been heavy. Then she had both my nipples in her fingernails and the pain began again.

Finally her hands left me all together, and I was alone again, kneeling on the tile and wondering what would come next.