Denise didn’t want to do this, but she knew she had to. Well, not really. She always had a choice. Still, she gained the greatest pleasure from pleasing King. So, she held her breath, unbuttoned her blouse, and placed the new clothes clip on her nipples.

She gasped, tears already springing to her eyes, and looked up at him.

He smiled, nodded, and flicked the clips. She cried out in pain and blushed when she felt the wetness gushing from between her legs. Her poor pussy, though, had six more days before it would be satisfied.

“Good,” King said quietly. “Nice and secure. Now you can go put on your make-up and finish getting ready for your morning.”

Denise sniffed, glanced down at her clipped nipples, and began to apply her make-up and finish brushing her hair back into a pony tail. Each movement of her arms caused her breasts to move, reminding her of her tortured nipples.

“You know, if you keep tearing up, you’ll have to re-do your eye make-up,” King warned. “I won’t unclip those pretty nips until you’re finished.”

Denise nodded, smiled, and bit her lip as she put the finishing touches on her mascara.

“Well done,” King complimented when she had finished. “Now, on the bed with you and take off that blouse.”

Denise obeyed quietly and quickly. She knew what position he required of her. For the last three days King had used only her mouth, her tits, and her anus. He had stated that her pussy would only be used on Sundays from now on, and only if she behaved well at dinner with his family.

He gently pressed lube into her anus and slowly entered. She moaned, already on the verge of orgasm. Her tortured nipples pressed painfully against the bed. His cock stretched her hole. He was gentle, allowing her body to acclimate to his length and girth, but relentless.

Finally, he was fully seated. He remained still for a moment while she clenched around him.

“King?” she murmured.

“Go ahead.”

She came, immersing herself in the exquisiteness of being fully taken by him. Only after she had found her pleasure did he begin pumping in and out of her. When he released, gifting her his hot, creamy cum, she also orgasmed again.

After, he helped her to stand. Then, he released her clothes pins simultaneously.

She screamed and collapsed into his arms as her third orgasm removed all strength from her bones. He kissed her head, praising her.

“You are beautiful, my love. That’s it. Scream it out.”

When she was calm again, he quietly said, “So, ready for your plug?”

She blushed, but answered, “Yes, my King.”

He bent her over his lap and inserted a medium plug before giving her a few playful smacks on her upturned ass.

“Now, go get dressed. No bra. No panties.”

Denise happily did as she was told. Yes, she was a submissive wife. No, she was not abused. She loved this life and would have it no other way.