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Husband and Slave(Azuriyuu and Crystal Fire)

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Bartiel and Jennifer Onyx. A newlywed couple of 23 and 22, had met at the dance studio where he worked and instantly fell for eachother. Bartiel had always been gentle, sweet, and caring with his girlfriend while they dated, although near the end of their time as boyfriend and girlfriend, he was slowly becoming a bit more rough. Why did they stop dating? Because he asked her to marry her. It was wonderful – so wonderful that she'd agreed to obey him, his more...dominating urges, and to be his slave just as much as she was his wife. So they married, and had their honeymoon.

Now, things had...not quite changed, he wouldn't call it. Stepping out of the car, Bartiel pulled on a chain which he had, attached to a leash. In the hotel, Bartiel had attached a...harness, to his wife. It wasn't so much a harness as much as a bunch of straps underneith her clothes. Underneith the dress he gave her,, under which he didn't allow her to wear any underwear. Instead she had a leather harness which wrapped around her torso in japanese bondage style, squeezing her breasts slightly, not too tight, also wrapped around her pussy, letting one detatchable strap rub up against her entrance.

He'd also chained her hands together, using a chain so that her hands were behind her back. The two things he didn't interfere with, though, were her mouth, so he could speak with her, having told her when he began to tie her up that he wouldn't gag her because he loved talking to her, and her legs, so that she could walk. Bartiel led the way, looking back to his wife with a smile.

He was a handsome man, with something of an exotic look. Pale skin, short auburn hair, with bright green almond-shaped eyes behind a thin pair of oval glasses. He was tall and lean, at 6 feet, and dressed sharply, wearing a suit in order to go into their new, beautiful, almost mansion-like house. Stepping inside, he pulled his wife inside firmly by the leash on her neck and closed the door. “We're here, darling,” he said to her with a smile.
 
Jennifer stumbled into the mansion as he tugged at the least at her neck. Her white dress she wore brushed against her thighs until she stabled herself. Her long soft brown hair brushed against her face as she then looked up, a smile coming to her lips. "Oh, this is just wonderful. I love it, Bartiel." She spoke softly as she then looked at him with those soft eyes of hers. Ever since he began doing this to her, she seemed to just accept it. She had already had one orgasm because of the constant rubbing of the strap against her clit when she walked. She didn't mean too, but her body had shuddered, and she tried to keep back from moaning out until it stopped. People continued to stare when they saw the two of them together, especially with Jennifer on a leash and her hands tied behind her back. However, she seemed to be always smiling, so no one did a thing.

Her dress was tight enough that it did not show her protruding nipples since she was not allowed to wear a bra. It did however show her immensely rounded breasts that were held tight in his contraption. But she liked it.. She kept telling herself that if he liked it, she liked it.
 
Bartiel smiled as she seemed to accept it. When they'd been on vacation he'd kept her on the leash and kept her hands chained behind her, except when he let her do some cooking or cleaning. He smiled, admiring her round, lucious breasts as he slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her body and kissing her. He could feel the leather straps under the dress, as his hands massaged her body just a little bit, smiling. He'd been good...or perhaps bad, and had only slept with her once on the trip, even though he'd been horny all the time, wanted to undo the strap on her pussy and stick his cock right inside of her, but he wanted to tease her until they got back home.

“I'm glad you do. I had the contractors get it built over the last few months... you're gonna love this city,” he said, smiling, taking her leash in one hand and her hand in the other, taking her to the kitchen, smiling very softly. It was of course a normal kitchen, although he'd obviously and blatantly left out body oils and chocolate for her to see once they entered. “It's nice and spacious. It even has a little island,” he told her with a smile.
 
Her lips parted slightly as he kissed her, his hands warm against her body. His hands teased her so much as they ran against her body. She just wanted him so bad, and she wasn't sure if it was the straps and bondage talking, or if she truly wanted him. Her hand gently clasped around his as he took it as he led her to the kitchen. She just loved the kitchen and how everything was nice and organized. However, her mind did drift to the oil and chocolate syrup that was left out. However, her smile slowly grew at the mention of the island. "An island.." She whispered, already picturing herself there. Her bangs hung slightly across her face as she looked around the kitchen, quite enjoying it. However, several times her eyes landed upon the oils and chocolate syrup upon the counter. She figured that he deliberately left them out. She gently ran her thumb across his hand as she then turned her gaze up to him, a grin upon her lips. "Thank you so much."
 
He smiled a bit, looking at her when she mentioned the island, nodding. “Yep. It makes the kitchen spacious and easy for a lot of people to cook in,” he said. That was the excuse, anyways. One of the real reasons was so that he could throw her onto it and pound her right there. Taking her arm, he led her to the basement. In the basement, there were the tools that he kept for his motorcycle, as well as the boxes of their things which had yet to be unpacked, where all sorts of pleasant things were. But at the same time, on one wall there were whips, a post, a large metal sort of bed with straps, as well as another sort of bondage harness, that one looking like it wouldn't allow her to even move her legs and it would keep them spread apart, a metal bar with straps being part of the leather suit.

“This is the garage. It's where we can keep our assorted crap,” Bartiel explained with a grin.
 
Jenny ran her tongue across her lips as they left the kitchen, wishing to stay. However, she obediently followed him. She followed him to the basement, eager to see what was down here. Her eyes immediately ran over the whips and toys he already had out, her heart thumping quickly. She couldn't wait to be with those toys and whips. She ran her tongue across her lips again as she looked up at him, blushing a bit. "Right.." She spoke softly to him, replying to his mention about the garage. However, she knew that they would spend a lot of time down here. Her mind began swimming already at the possibilities.
 
He looked over at her as she spoke softly, looking into her eyes, seeing the blush. He only smiled, leaning in and kissing her, lightly reaching to one of the important places the strap was in the middle of her abdomen. Pinching it with his fingers, he gave it a quick tug. Instantly, her entire body felt the pressure of the tug; the entire array was tight, but by tugging it he tightened it, letting her feel the straps incircling her shoulders, around her waist, a soft, momentary tightening around both of her breasts and of course the strap between her legs slid up against her pussy as he did so. Breaking the soft kiss, he smiled.

“I know you're a bit of a slut, but it should wait until we're done with the tour of the house, alright, darling?” he asked her teasingly, taking her and and squeezing it. “I love you, you know that, right?”
 
Jennifer's eyes slowly closed as he kissed her, his lips warm and comforting against hers. However, she did not notice him pinch the strap until he gave a tug. She gave a slight cry as everything grew tighter around her, making her wince. Her eyes were open by the time he broke the kiss, her eyes looking up his as she began breathing quite deeply. She nodded slowly though, knowing she was a slut for wanting him. She just smiled for him, nodding a bit as she looked down to her chest. "I know, and I love you too.." She spoke softly to him, taking one more look at the toys in the garage before she looked back at the stairs.​
 
Bartiel smiled as she looked back up the stairs, taking her hand and pulling gently on the leash. “Come,” he said to her as if she were his dog, noting that she was breathing a bit deeply. For a moment, he considered taking the strap off. “I know it's driving you crazy, but I really like having that strap on you... I mean...if it's too much, I can take it off,” he said, playing with her psychologically just a little bit as he led her back into the living room, showing it off. Bartiel himself didn't watch TV. Ever. He rarely went to the movies, too. But there was a big screen television, right there. Looking at her, he smiled, as if to tell her it was all for her. And it was. He bought it for her.
 
She squeezed his hand lightly as he pulled her up the stairs, a smile coming to her lips. She was thankful that he realized the strap was driving her crazy, but she knew he liked it on her. "No, no... it's fine... You can keep it on. I don't mind.." She spoke softly, giving him a gentle smile as they walked into the living room. As she looked in the living room, a grin slowly spread upon her lips seeing the huge big screen TV. She knew that he never watched TV, so she knew this was all for her. He was so kind and good to her... How did she deserve such a man? "Bartiel, this is truly amazing.." Jasmine spoke softly as she looked around the beautifully decorated living room with portraits, couches, blankets, chairs, and vases of flowers. She loved it all.
 
He smiled as Jennifer said that he could keep it on. It was driving her insane, making her want him more, but he liked that. He wanted to train her while having that on into being horny all the time, wanting to slowly turn her into a nymphomaniac. As she looked around the living room, he smiled, wrapping his arms around his wife, slipping them around her waist, one of the first 100% innocent things he'd actually done in a while. “Of course, you'll have plenty of other duties to take care of, like making sure your master is happy, but I'll take care of some of the chores too, so you don't have to be a dead-tired housewife all the time,” he said, smiling at her, enjoying going forth between speaking as her master and her husband in the same sentence.

“Want to see upstairs?”
 
As he slipped his arms around her waist, a beautiful smile came to her lips. He rarely held her so dearly and so sweetly that it warmed her heart as he did. Her beautiful crystal eyes met his in his embrace. At the mention of chores, she nodded, knowing she would have to do them, however she was surprised that he offered to do some of the chores so that she wouldn't be tired all the time. "O, Bartiel.. That's so wonderful of you to do.. Thank you." Jennifer whispered softly as she looked up at him. Hearing about the upstairs, she quickly nodded as she smiled. "Of course I would like to." She spoke as she stood on her tip toes slightly, and kissed him upon the cheek.
 
Bartiel laughed a little bit and rubbed the back of his head when she said it was wonderful. He married her, he didn't buy her, of course it was to be expected that he would do some chores, but he simply looked at her, grabbing that strap in the middle and wiggling it a bit to tug at her breasts, shoulders, waist, and pussy. “Don't forget it, either,” he said as she kissed him on the cheek. Smiling, he slipped an arm around her waist, holding onto her leash but not tugging it, smiling and kissing her on the forehead as he led her upstairs.

He smiled a bit when he brought her upstairs, the upstairs just as spacious. There were several doors; two on the left, three on the right. “The doors on the left are the two guest rooms,” he commented, although if they had children one would be the child's room. The doors on the right were interesting; “This is the bathroom,” he said, openning the door to a vast bathroom as large as a bedroom with a hide, huge hot tub for it's tub. Moving along, he led to a metal door which had a padlock, and bars as a window. Looking inside, he then looked at his wife.

“This is the punishment room. There's no games in there, ever,” he told her, his eyes hard and serious. “Do you want me to open it up so you can see it?” he asked.
 
As he tugged on the strap, she gave a slight cry again, biting her lower lip soon after for having gave a cry. As he kissed her on the cheek though, it was all forgotten as she softly smiled. She walked with him as he held his arm around her slim waist, guiding her up the stairs. His lips were soft against her forehead when he kissed her lovingly, making her simply blush. She looked to each door when he explained it, but when he told her of one door on the right, she slowly frowned. Never had she seen a door like this. The punishment room?... Her eyes turned up to his, a slight frown as pure innocence was upon her face. "Yes please... But why is there a punishment room?... Will I do something bad?.." She asked him as if he knew the future.​
 
Bartiel opened the door and shrugged. “I hope this door will never open again,” he said to her. It had an usual lock on it; a timer lock. In otherwords, Bartiel would be able to lock the door and then not be able to unlock it after a certain period of time, so he couldn't go soft and forgive her early. Inside the room there were two main places; something of a huge...stool would be the best word, where there were two large screw-in places where two huge, studded dildoes sat on the wall, where they could be screwed in and penetrate her pussy and ass if she was forced to sit on them. The thing also had straps which could bind her to the mounting so tight as to completely immobilize her so she would barely even be able to breathe.

Hooked up to the wall was a feeding tube, where if he was going to leave her there for more than a few hours, he would be able to feed her food and water by forcing it down her throat. Along the walls were also a blindfold and earmuffs to muffle and blind her from the outside world. When he sat there, he paused. “...Do you want to try it out a little? I don't recommend it, but it might dissuade you from doing bad things...”
 
Jennifer cautiously looked inside the door, biting her lower lip as she looked in. She sort of backed up slightly, her eyes quickly searching about the room. The feeding tube definitely scared her, and so did the straps that would hold her down on the stool. Her lower lip shook slightly as she looked up to him quick, huddling against him. His words were true though. If she tried them out, she was sure she wouldn't be want to be in here again. She slowly nodded though. She didn't want to be caught dead in here, so she might as well try it to show her how horrible it was in here. "I'll try it.. so that I hate it.."​
 
Her husband went quiet when she nodded. “...I'll start the punishment and set the door for ten minutes. If you ever do anything to deserve...punishment... then I will subtract ten minutes,” he said, before he went over to the wall, grabbing the two large, painful looking dildoes. Stepping into the room also made it obvious that it was rather cold...which wasn't helped by the fact that he turned the AC on high as soon as he stepped into the room. Screwing in the two painful looking phalluses onto the stool, he made sure they were tight, and he approached her, leaning in and kissing her on the neck. “...I'm going to act as if you just did something terrible...please...forgive me,” he said, sounding honestly remorseful.

It only took him a moment to unchain her hands before he shoved her in the back, the chains removed from her body. “Alright, you bitch! You're disobedient attitude has gone on long enough. You know what to do,” he said, growling, acting as if she did, but he then explained himself. “Clothes off! And get that fucking harness off, too. The whole thing. Then I want you on that stool. No lube, I don't want to hear any whining about it's hurting your ass, do it now,” he said. The two phalluses were positioned and curved so she could sit on them and have both of them penetrate her rather deeply. “If you don't do it yourself, we'll lengthen this punishment and I'll force you down,” he threatened, looking as terrifying as he could...which was pretty damn scary.
 
Jennifer nodded slightly as she looked up at him, keeping her hands curled slightly behind her back from how nervous she was. She bit her lower lip as she watched him then take the two large dildos from the wall. She could feel the chill of the air inside wafting past her, making it obvious it was cold in there. As he came back, she smiled softly as he sweetly came in and kissed her neck. Her eyes lidded softly as she looked at him. "I already have.." She spoke softly, her eyes full of love. She turned her head slightly, watching him unchain her hands, but the moment he shoved her, she was unprepared. She fell forward into the room, catching herself on her hands and knees. She sharply turned her head to him, a terrified look upon her face as he began yelling at her.

At his words to undress, she quickly stood up, and began taking off her white dress, the only piece of clothing she had on. She dared not to look at his eyes as she then began fumbling with the harness, releasing the strap that let everything fall off. It was a relief to finally have that all off. Markings were left were the straps were from how tight it was upon her body. She then quickly looked to the stool, hesitating a bit before she slowly walked towards it. She knew that they were so big, she was afraid that they wouldn't get in even without tube. When he said he would force her down, she winced, knowing that would very much hurt if he did it. She glanced at him, but instantly looked away. She slowly got to the stool, and carefully straddled over it. Then, closing her eyes tightly, she lowered herself on them, the two dildos filling perfectly to where her holes were. She began to put more weight onto them, but even that was hard. She had to relax constantly,
and she even had to pull on the stool to get herself lower. Tears welled up in her eyes as she finally settled down, her butt cheeks against the stool. She slowly looked up to him, blood beginning to leak from her overstretched ass hole. She tried so hard to keep herself from crying or whining, knowing that would make him upset.​
 
Bartiel watched her as her eyes seemed full of love, before fear came onto her. Gazing down at her, he looked at her as she refused to look at him. It was important that she knew fear. It was important that she feared him. It was important that she love him far more than she ever fear him, but as long as an ounce of fear rested in her heart, she would be able to obey.

As he watched her slowly lower herself, he barked at her. “Hurry up!” he yelled, as he gazed at her, seeing the tears in her eyes. Aiming the AC directly at her, cold air blew onto the front of her body to practically freeze her. Putting a fan behind her, he got to work. Using a ball gag with a mask, he completely covered her face, leaving only two tiny holes at her nostrils to keep her from suffocating. Using leather straps far tighter than the ones on the harness, he tied her up in similar style; the differences being that the straps around her breasts were far tighter, enough to cut off a small amount of circulation(Though not enough to do permanent damage even if he left them there for hours), straps against her arms to pin them to her back, preventing them from moving even one millimeter, and straps to hold her thighs and her legs down, leaving her completely immobilized.

He made sure that she couldn't move for a moment before he stood up, leaning down and whispering in her ear. 'I'll be back in ten minutes... I'm sorry, my love,' he whispered to her apologizingly, almost pleadingly before he stepped back, leaving the room and closing the door, setting the lock for ten minutes. After he was gone, he leaned against the wall, hanging his head. “...Dammit,” he said to himself. He knew that she was in some pain. He knew she was in enormous pain. But it had to be done.

Standing up, Bartiel decided to go to the kitchen to get his wife a treat for when the ten minutes were up. He prayed she would forgive him.
 
The cold air was almost unbearable as she sat there, wishing for some ounce of warmth. Her skin already began to turn numb after he had left. She was frightened that she couldn't see a thing or speak, and was only allowed the two holes in the mask for her to breathe. Tears began to soak her cheeks and event he mask, though she hated herself for it, hoping he would not be upset for the mask to be wet. She felt straps go around her body like before, and she grew scared. They were tight, very tight. Her breasts began to turn a darker shade of pink than her fair skin tone of before. Her arms were held back tightly, not giving her any room to rotate her shoulders or move her arms. The straps against her legs hurt as they held her to the stool with no room for her to move. The dildo in her ass began to make her feel numb as blood still slowly came from her. The dildo in her pussy felt as if it had entered her stomach.

However, his soft words in her ear comforted her. It was as if all the bad had gone away when he said sorry. Why should he be sorry though? This was for her own good, to know that she would not want this again. Already it seemed like an eternity after he just left. She was unsure if she could handle the ten minutes. Her breath began to get shaky as she sat there, wishing so bad that the time would go by sooner. He loved her, and this was just for her own good.​
 
Bartiel waited. He had waited, for five minutes, for ten minutes. He usually would just pull out some short video game that could be picked up and put down, but he wasn't going to just sit back and play a game while his wife was suffering. Well, unless she deserved it – then he would sit back and play a game and enjoy himself. But she didn't, not yet. He tried to focus his emotions, turn them into anger, so he could feel the fury and anger for her which he would later on, so that the ten minutes of punishment that she was 'saving up' right now could be spent later in their truest sense, but he couldn't get angry. Sighing, he shook his head, heading to the kitchen, going through the fridge. His mother said that she'd made them a house-warming cake and put it there. Finding the cake, he smiled softly, seeing that it was cut.

When ten minutes passed, Bartiel returned to the door as it let out a beep. He didn't wait, even though Jenny wouldn't know the difference anyways. Lightly, he set the piece of cake on a plate on a table in the corner before he undid the straps on her legs first. After undoing the straps on her legs, which took a full minute, he grabbed her, slowly lifting her body off of the two dildos and setting her on the stool next to them, frowning at the blood on the back dildo. He would have to check her injury and make sure she stopped bleeding soon, but first thing was first. Rapidly, he undid the harness, although this strap didn't have any 'quick release' straps, so the whole process took two minutes. After doing so, he ripped the mask off of her face, scooping her up in his arms, closing his eyes wordlessly.
 
Jennifer hated this place with a passion. She couldn't stand it anymore, like the walls were closing in on her though she couldn't see them. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the door open. Her body was shaking as much as it could in the straps as she heard him grow nearer. As he took the straps from her legs, she felt immensely better, though the dildos were still in her. Her legs shook slightly as he took hold of her, and slowly lifted her from the dildos. She let out a cry as she came up, though it was muffled by the gag. She even winced slightly as she sat down, her legs still twitching slightly in slight spasms. She remained patient as he began undoing the straps holding her arms and chest, and once it was off, she let her arms slowly drop. After he then took off the mask, she came up, and wrapped her arms around his neck, just as he scooped her up into his warm arms and held her. Her body was freezing from the AC as she shivered against his hold. She had her eyes squeezed shut, shutting out the tears from falling.

"I-I'll be good.. I p-promise." She whispered softly to him, unable to even holding herself up on her own two feet for right now. She never wanted to be here again, and was glad that he had shown her it so that she would hate it even more.​
 
Bartiel gazed at his wife as she shivered, her hands around his neck. Leaning in, he softly kissed her on the lips. He doubted she would be able to be aroused for a little bit longer, but after a moment he took her out of the room, before gently setting her on the floor outside the room, leaning in and kissing her lips. “I'm glad,” he said, smiling tenderly. “It would break my heart to put you int here, but I will do it if you force me...” he said to her before standing up and going back into the room. From the room, he retrieved the regular harness, beginning to put her back in, before...he gave her the piece of cake.

“For you, honey,” he said, sitting on the floor by her side.
 
Jennifer could feel his soft lips against hers, and she softly kissed him back. He was so kind to her, and she wanted to pay him back for that, so being good to him will have to do, and not being locked in there. Her as was so sore, but she began to tough it out, this hold and kisses making her feel better. She let him help her out of the room, then gently sat down on the floor outside of the room. She was still naked, her clothes still lying inside. She closed her eyes slowly, kissing him back as he gave her a soft kiss outside the door. She understood he would do it if she made him very angry, but she would try her best not to. She had to be good. She stayed silent as he placed the regular harness on her, restricting her. However, her arms were let free for the moment for her to enjoy the cake.

Her smile was sweetly as she leaned toward him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Thank you." She spoke softly, resting her shoulder and arm against his as she began to eat the cake, making sure to give him a few bites to eat as well as she went along.​
 
Bartiel didn't bother to try to move her, smiling softly as he returned to the room, going to grab her dress. Smiling, he watched his wife, making sure that she was alright as she ate the cake. “You're welcome,” he said, smiling as he noticed that she gave him a bite. With a soft smile, he leaned in, taking a bite of the delicious chocolate cake which she had served him, smiling very affectionately. His mother was a good baker, especially for sweets.

After the two had rested for a bit, Bartiel stood up, gently offering her his hand. “Can you stand up? Or do I need to carry you across the threshhold to our new room again like I did at our honeymoon?” he asked playfully.
 
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