For a period of time after it seemed that my wife's transformation into a sub slut and part time stripper and whore was complete our sexual life became somewhat routine. Bill and I continued to use her, separately and together, and occasionally we'd take her to the strip club to allow her to perform with Sally and Nancy. On those occasions, Sally would take Betty as her sub slut to her apartment, letting Alan and Nancy play with her from time to time. My wife's experiences as a whore at the club, on the other hand, were more limited, especially after I learned that she'd allowed herself to be fucked without protection when Sally pimped her. Nevertheless, she was pimped a few times to remind her that she could be made a whore whenever I wished it and we acquired one additional evening gown from our favorite slut dress shop again at zero financial cost, but a good hard fuck in the back room by the store's owner. It wasn't that my wife needed another slut gown, but I rather enjoyed bringing her to the shop to dry on dresses, knowing that the transaction would end with her being used as a whore.

I suppose its difficult to imagine it becoming routine for a housewife to be a slut, stripper and whore . especially one who otherwise maintained the image of wholesome propriety. Certainly none of my colleagues nor any of our friends ever imagined my wife was a sub slut. I often got pleasure from taking her to a faculty party knowing that no one there could possibly imagine that she had a ring in her cunt, a tattoo on her tit, and unashamedly achieved total sexual fulfillment when made a whore. If anyone had taken a poll to guess which wife was least likely to have had a man's cock up her ass other than her husband's or who got off by being abused by a lesbian lover, my wife almost certainly would have topped the list. What else could you think of a women who seemingly considered a skirt that showed a knee as daring, who never wore a blouse that wasn't buttoned to the neck, whose "high heels" never exceeded 2" and who seemed interested only in talking about the latest fashions at the mall or the quality of public education? More often than not, however, she wore such clothes and engaged in such banal conversations with a butt plug stuffed up her ass, knowing that someone, not necessarily other than myself, was going to suck on her tits and fuck her later that night.

Our routine was broken, however, months after her week with Sally when I went out of town for three days. I could have taken her but Bill asked me to leave her since he wanted to arrange for some out-of-town friends to use her. In part he wanted to brag about his training another man's wife (he may have taken more credit than deserved, given Sally's contribution, but far be it for me to split hairs). And since his friends were also Doms, he wanted to share her in a context where she would be more than a 'simple' whore, as she had been when he took her to Washington. At this point she was strictly 100 sub with few limits, and Bill wanted to use her with others as someone for whom there were no lines that couldn't be crossed.

I agreed to Bill's request even though I couldn't impose the same stipulation I imposed when he took her on his business trip . namely to be fully informed over the phone as to how she was used. My business was taking me out of the country for two days, plus a day and a half of 'living' at airports so my ability to participate in any way was essentially nil. I'd have to satisfy myself with learning how she was used only after the fact. Perhaps for this reason, and unlike other instances in which she was to be shared without my presence, I told her of our plans several weeks in advance. Of course, there was a tinge of nastiness in my decision: I wanted her to let her imagination run wild as to how a sub slut might be made to serve three or four Doms simultaneously. But aside from that, nothing was mentioned of her impending service until the day of my departure, and even then all I told her as I left the house for the airport was that Bill would call to tell her what was expected of her.

Bill called late that afternoon and told her to come to his house before dinner . after bathing and giving herself an enema, naked under a coat wearing only a pair of fuck me heels. She was to bring her posture collar and corset in a bag, but nothing else. These things she did, and when ushered into his house around 6 PM, she found herself alone with him . his guests, who were to be three in number, would be arriving shortly. "Are you prepared to be a sub slut for four Doms this weekend?"

"Yes, I am," she replied, adding the obligatory "Sir" to signal her acceptance of things. She admitted beforehand to me, of course, to being somewhat apprehensive about how she would be compelled to serve a party of Doms and how she would be used. But it was apprehension mixed with an equal degree of excitement . excitement about the prospect of experiencing new pleasures. And in any event, she had committed herself to being a wholly trained and experienced sub slut and surely she couldn't be that until she served several Doms simultaneously.

"Good," Bill told her. "Now take off your coat and lie on your back on the dining room table."

She followed this somewhat curious instruction, whereupon Bill, after attaching her ankle and wrist cuffs, attached each to a rope tied beneath each corner of the table. Spread eagled, vulnerable and admittedly with a dripping wet cunt with the ropes pulled tight so that she was essentially unable to move anything but her head or to raise her hips slightly off the table, Bill proceeded to set the table for four people . knives, plates, forks, etc as if she weren't there. "You are going to be our centerpiece this evening and doubtlessly the dessert."

One can safely assume that my wife's cunt began dripping almost immediately after being told her role for dinner. But no sooner had Bill completed his preliminary arrangements than the front door bell rang, announcing the simultaneous arrival of three fellow Doms. Ushering his guests into the dining room, Bill cooly announced "this is our fuck toy for the weekend. She has been loaned to us by her husband, who is out of town on business. I can tell you she's a true pain slut, although I haven't yet fully tested her tolerance there. She's also bi and on occasion has served a lesbian lover. Her sexual tastes are totally unknown to family and her husband's business associates, but she has been a stripper and a paid whore. As far as her husband is concerned, she is ours to use as we please provided only that we do no permanent damage and maintain being discrete . no one outside of this house is to know how she is used this weekend. No pictures will be allowed and I will accept your promise that none of you will under any circumstances reveal her identity to anyone."

One of the men commented that the conditions were of course wholly reasonable, while one of the men, while doubtlessly focused on my wife's wet cunt or heaving tits simply offered the lament "Delicious, though I suppose we don't get to play with the slut until after dinner?"

"Yes, that's partially true . I'm not sure my dining room table could withstand having us fuck her there. But once dinner ends, we all will have full access to her. In the meantime, pull up a chair and let me serve the dinner, which I had delivered a short while ago."

At that point, with my wife's cunt continuing to drip, the men attended to their meal and only occasionally made reference to the tied and spread slut before them. Periodically one of them would touch her . a tit or her thigh near her cunt . but other than that their preoccupation seemed to be the food Bill had set before them. Nearing the end of the meal, however, one of the men commented "I bet the little slut would cum from this wine bottle."

"You're right," Bill commented, as if offering an invitation for her to be fucked by the bottle.

By this time, of course, my wife would have cum from having nearly anything pushed into her cunt. She'd laid there, largely unable to move and never talked to directly, knowing that all this was but a prelude to her being a fuck toy for four men who were planning to use her in ways she couldn't imagine. Bill's comment about being a pain slut whose limits had not yet been tested sent a shiver of anxiety through her, but aside from that she found herself becoming increasingly excited as the dinner progressed and wished only that the food would quickly disappear. The mention of the wine bottle, though, sent another shiver thru her and she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure when she felt its neck sliding into her . into her to the point where she could feel the bottle stretching her more than even an overly large cock.

"The slut likes it," someone commented as the bottle was withdrawn and then pushed back in. "She can't seem to keep from arching her back to meet it . She surely wants to be fucked by something."

By then that hypothesis was wholly true . my wife wanted nothing more than to be fucked to gain some orgasmic release. "Should we let the little whore cum?" someone asked.

"Not yet," Bill replied. "I have a special treat planned for us and for her first. Just keep her hot with the bottle while I clear the table."

The next few minutes were a torment for her since it seemed to take Bill forever to clear the table and since the bottle was being slid in and out of her cunt only to keep her on the edge, pleading to be allowed to cum. "Its hard to believe this slut's married and fucked regularly," one of the men observed. "She acts like she hasn't been fucked and allowed to cum in weeks."

"She can be insatiable," Bill replied as he cleared the last of the dinner from the table and turned to release my wife from her bounds. Then turning to Betty with the wine bottle half in her cunt he said "my friends here are going to fuck you this weekend and make you their whore. You will not object to being used in any way that pleases them . correct?"

"Yes Sir, it is."

"And you are here with your husband's consent . on loan as our pain slut and whore, right?"

"Yes Sir . he has given me to you for the weekend."

Taking the bottle out of her cunt and helping her down from the table he then ordered "Now bend over the coffee table . Michael has something for you."

As events were described to me, Michael, whose interest in my wife's ass was apparently as great as mine, asked if he could test the capacity of that ass. Bill agreed and it was suggested that two men hold her, face down, over the coffee table. Michael then retrieved a string of five anal balls from a small carry-on bag he brought with him whose size, connected by a length or rawhide, fell somewhere between golf and tennis balls, or about 2 to 2 1/4" in diameter. Needless to say, absent lubrication, it was only with some effort that the first ball was pushed into her ass . and not before there was considerable begging and pleading, with cries of 'oh god, its tearing me'. But one by one, each ball was pushed in until all that was visible was a length of rawhide sufficient to pull them out. Apparently none of this was accomplished without cheeks streaked with tears, but once Michael was done she stood before them . a perfect specimen of the young sub slut housewife with throbbing ass and a cunt craving penetration.

"Finger your cunt," Michael commanded, and unsurprisingly, she quickly achieved the release she'd craved from the bottle.

"It's time to prepare you," Bill announced, whereupon he proceeded to complete her attire her posture collar buckled tightly around her neck and the leather corset tied to draw her waist in as much as possible. With my wife trussed up, feeling and looking about as slutty as she could, Bill ominously announced it was time to test my wife's tolerance and craving for pain.

The setting I am about to describe now comes only after having visited Bill's basement upon returning from my trip. But that basement, in addition to corresponding to the usual dark unfinished musty chambre of a home built at the turn of the century and suited primarily for the storage of garden hoses, had two jack-like devices set in the middle of the room. The best way to envision those devices, ordinarily used in construction, is to imagine two substantially oversized car jacks. Across the two jacks Bill had attached a 2" by 6" board, set on its edge at a height slightly lower than my wife's cunt. The board's upward edge was rounded and sanded smooth. Directed to straddle it, my wife's wrists were then attached to a large eye hook set in the board behind her back. Her tits were then clamped and the chain connecting them drawn tight and attached to an eye hook in the board in front of her. Thus, unable to bend forward to relieve the tension in her tits, she was also unable to bend back without threatening to literally tear the clamps off. Finally, to complete her helpless state, a spreader bar was attached to her ankle cuffs beneath the board.

I'll admit that, when informed later of how my wife had been used that night, I wished I'd been there to witness her first experience on the board, although I suspect my sympathy for her plight made it best that I was absent. In any event, once she was properly attached and positioned, Bill directed one of the men to raise one of the jacks while he did the same to the other, stopping only when the board was pushed up tightly against her cunt. I cannot say whether my wife at that point could guess at her ultimate fate, but despite the fact that her feet were both still firmly on the floor, she begged for the board not to be raised any higher. It was then that Bill thought it prudent to gag her.

I can imagine the sensations and apprehension that coursed thru her as Bill attached the gag. She had only been gagged in the past in anticipation of the need to muffle her cries of anguish and pain. That gag, then, could only mean that the board was about to be raised higher. And indeed, once she was adequately muffled the jacks were both slowly and somewhat sadistically raised another two or three inches until she was literally 'standing' on her toes. By then, with each 1/4 inch added to the board's height, her discomfort became nearly unbearable so that her garbled cries were only partially muffled . muffled only enough to keep anyone outside oblivious to what was transpiring in the basement.

I can't imagine the pain she experienced or for that matter the contortions of her body as she attempted to escape the pain in her cunt as well as her tits. But after a few minutes or so on tiptoes, her composure . or lack thereof . was such that Bill thought it wise to lower the board so she could again keep both feet on the ground. Humiliation, though, was also to be her lot, and with her making every attempt to relieve the painful pressure of the board, Bill ordered "show my friends what a dirty slut you are and piss for us, whore . piss for us or have me raise the board again!"

Again, but not without some apparent difficulty, she complied as piss flowed visibly over the board and onto the concrete floor. Bill however was anything but done with her or her humiliation: "the slut needs something in her cunt." Lowering the board further, her cunt was then stuffed with a dildo that fit fully into her (and not without some difficulty, given that the balls were still in her ass), whereupon the board was jacked back up until it again fit snugly up between her legs. Then, with her feet still on the floor Bill commanded "rock your hips, hump the board and cum for us!"

As painful as that must have been, my wife again complied and, as Bill confirmed, she succeeded in bringing herself off for what seemed a considerably enjoyable orgasm. But now, after having both pissed and cum, Bill somewhat sadistic streak appeared . or at least his desire to test, as promised, my wife's tolerance for pain . and he asked two of his friends to keep her steady while he and his third friend raise the jacks so that my wife's feet no longer reached the floor.

The pain must have been excruciating, for as Bill described it, her screams of anguish were only barely muffled by her gag. Had there not been two men at her side, she would have collapsed and fallen over regardless of the damage the clamps did to her tits. Despite this Bill was not about to let her down easily: "you're going to cum for me again, slut, before this board is lowered," whereupon Bill moved to her so that he could play with her outstretched tits while slipping a finger between the board and her clit. "You're a pain slut, bitch . cum for me . cum like the whore you are!"

Shivering in pain as Bill continued his 'assault', and despite or perhaps even because of her anguish, she apparently soon enough stiffed and with a garbled, stuttering and incoherent cry, the slut who was otherwise my seemingly innocent wife came . her feet hanging in the air, trembling, as her whole body participated in her orgasm.

"She IS a pain slut, isn't she," on of the men commented.

Bill agreed and then added "I wasn't sure the slut would cum while riding the board, but lets see if she can cum again." And with that Bill continued to play with whatever part of her cunt was available to him while gently pushing her backwards with his other hand to increase the tension and pain in her tits. Her screams by then, as Bill recalled things, had subsided to become 'merely' gasping whimpers . similar to the sounds one might make when attempting to catch one's breath. But again, just as suddenly as her last orgasm, she stiffened and came.

"Marvelous," someone remarked, "absolutely marvelous."

This time, as soon as my wife's orgasm had subsided it was clear that she was no longer moaning in some combination of either pain and pleasure, but was simply whimpering and crying in anguish. She seemed, in fact, on the verge of passing out as her eyes began to roll back into her head, whereupon Bill lowered the board so that his friends could release her wrists and ankles, unclip her tits and lay her on a nearby rug. But by this time the men needed their own release and, despite my wife's continual whimper and crying, Bill suggested that she be turned over onto her stomach and that her less tormented ass be the receptacle of their pleasure. The balls stuffing her ass were unceremoniously pulled out of her, causing her body to spasm once again, but only to be followed by a hardened cock that shot its seed quickly into her. By Bill's account, his second friend chose instead to pull her up to her knees and remove her gag so she could be made to swallow all the warm creamy cum he could feed her. The third took little notice of her swollen and sore cunt and after turning her onto her back and removing the dildo, proceeded to fuck her until not just he, but amazingly enough, the two of them came together.

Bill refrained from using her, and instead simply attached a leash to her collar so that, with her cheeks still stained from tears, and her cunt as ass filled with seed, he could lead her back upstairs.

Once back in the living room and standing before all four seated men, one of them remarked that she was indeed a wonderfully trained sub slut. "I'm sure she knew perfectly well the purpose of the board the instant she saw it, yet she straddled it without objection."

"Yes she did," Bill replied, "though I doubt she'd ever experienced such intense pain before." Then turning to my wife he asked "how did that feel, slut?"

"Sir . I thought I was going to pass out. My cunt is still throbbing in pain Sir."

"And if I commanded you to return to the basement now to ride the board again .?"

"Oh god Sir . you . yes, I would of course obey. Oh please . don't ask me to do that . I beg you." My wife had never begged to avoid some extreme torment or pleasure, and for this reason alone Bill relented but added "you will ride the board again someday . you realize that, don't you slut?"

"Yes Sir . I . I do."

"And do you look forward to that?"

"I can't say that but I did cum Sir . I did cum hard."

"That didn't answer my question, whore."

"If you wish me to ride the board again, Sir, I would . I would do as you wished Sir."

"Very nicely trained," Michael interjected at that point. "Her husband should be proud of her."

"He is, and he hopes to introduce her to every possible sexual experience." Bill hadn't told me beforehand of the board, so his assertions were somewhat of a stretch , although I almost certainly would have agreed to requiring that she experience the board at least once.

"That's quite an open invitation!"

"Yes it is. I want to emphasize, though, that although she's been shared among several men before, she's never been shared with men who are all experienced in the D/s lifestyle. In that respect then, feel free to use her the next few days as you please, although as a group you will have to sort out matters so there are no conflicts among you."

"We've already discussed things by telephone and I think we've agreed on how to proceed to make best use of this married slut. What we've largely agreed to is to use her as an experimental subject . to test some toys we haven't yet used on any of our sub sluts. You've already told us she's experienced with enemas, so let me ask if she's ever had any experience with electro-sex?"

"To my knowledge she hasn't . what do you have in mind?" Bill replied.

At this point, I can only imagine the thoughts in my wife's mind when hearing the term 'electro-sex'. This was a subject we'd never discussed, and I imagine that had I been present I too would have felt considerable apprehension when trying to visualize what for me was a total unknown. Michael's reply, moreover, was hardly reassuring: "I was thinking of bringing my violet wand until I learned that Hal wants to try out a TENS unit using cunt and butt probes to see what a slut's reactions to that might be. So I'll cede whatever time I might have asked for to Hal since I'm curious myself as to this slut's reaction to his toy." Then he added "Carl is into enemas and he brought a new inflatable plug that also serves as an enema probe . he'd like to try that on her as well."

Bill, apparently not wholly familiar himself with electro-sex, replied "I can't imagine an objection to trying any of those devices on her provided of course that they are perfectly safe" - a condition Hal and Carl readily guaranteed would be adhered to. Then Bill added "its gotten quite late and I suspect the slut's cunt is still quite sore. I think it best that we allow her to retire for the night and we can proceed to experiment with her in the morning."

No one objected to Bill's suggestion, and with the collar still tight around her neck, the corset was removed and she was led to back upstairs to the carpeted floor at the foot of Bill's bed. "You will sleep here tonight, slut . on the floor . and we will use you again first thing in the morning."

Little if anything happened thereafter than night and my wife was allowed to sleep peacefully thru the night until, somewhat late the next morning, she was awaken when two of the men quite roughly jerked her to her feet with the announcement "come slut, its time for Carl's enema! Go to the bathroom and freshen up, but be quick about it!"

Exiting the bathroom she wasn't even given the opportunity to eat breakfast before she was led unceremoniously back down to Bill's basement. The basement was in fact ideal for what she was about to experience in that it had a small infrequently used bathroom area set off in a corner. Once everyone was assembled, she was instructed to get onto her hands and knees on a small carpeted area, at which point Carl attached each of her wrists cuffs to an ankle so as to leave her ass vulnerable in the air. He then produced a medium sized plug that in its general form looked wholly common . but with two exceptions! Leading out of the plug's base were two rubber hoses. One was attached to a small fist-sized bulb that, when squeezed, inflated the plug like a balloon. The second hose was longer and intended to be attached to an enema water bag. The tip of the plug had a small hole in it, out of which the water would flow whereas the remaining portions of the plug could be expanded so that it would be impossible for the plug or the water to be ejected, regardless of the pressure created by an ass filled with fluid.

Bill by that time had retrieved and filled the enema bag and hung it on a nail directly above my wife's ass, whereupon Carl quite unceremoniously pushed the plug into her ass, oblivious to my wife's discomfort at having the plug so forcefully rammed into her. Attaching the hose to the bag, Carl proceeded to squeeze the bulb and inflate the plug. I can only guess at the full dialogue thereafter, but as best as I can recreate it based on Bill's description, my wife made little comment other than a soft moan as Carl began to inflate the plug, but soon enough she began to plead for him to stop with cries of 'no more . please' and 'oh god . it hurts.'

Carl paid her no mind until the plug couldn't be inflated further, by which time my wife, helpless on the floor, could only moan and sob softly "ohhhhhh godddddd ." in obvious rectal discomfort. That discomfort, though, had only just begun and increased exponentially when Carl released the water. In less than a minute I was told she began to plead "stop . stop . pleaseeeeeeee" but again Carl paid no heed until the bag was fully drained. By that time cramps had set in and my wife could do little more than lay there sobbing. Carl, on the other hand, wasn't about to limit her experience to only the cramping pain she felt. Reaching between her legs he began to play with her cunt and clit, testing her to see if she could be made to cum despite or because of her discomfort. And soon enough her sobs and whimpering became the telltale heavy breathing and moans of a pain slut about to cum.

"This slut's gonna cum . aren't you?"

"Yessssssssssssssss . pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee."

"Put more water in the bag," Carl directed, without removing his hand from my wife's cunt.

I only wish I had been there to watch my wife's erotic discomfort when her initial pleas of "god . noooooooooooo" were followed by a moaning, quivering "arggggggggggghhhhhhhhh" as the water again flowed into her. The was, of course, absolutely nothing she could do to keep from having as much water flow into her as Carl desired, even as her moaning turned to a loud wailing "noooooooooooooooooooo."

"Don't cum yet bitch!" Carl commanded as his fingers remained in her cunt.

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee ." she begged, tears now staining her cheeks as the second bag emptied into her.

"No, slut . I want you to learn to hold whatever I pump into you . you need to learn what a good enema is all about."

Her pleads of 'please' and cries of 'noooo' were now simply gasping sobs, but Carl was still not about to allow her any ultimate pleasure . at least not immediately. It seemed that enemas . or at least their application . was Carl's fetish, his special way of making a slut submit. "This slut's lucky," he commented to the other men, "that I forgot to bring my peppermint solution or she'd feel more than cramps. Of course, I hope everyone realizes that with the plug inflated, even if she wanted to release the water in her ass now she can't." Then turning to my quivering wife he said "try to release the water, slut . try to expel it."

As much as my wife tried to expel the plug, her efforts were to no avail. It held tight and kept the water fully in her. She was, in a word, in a torment, but there was no escape. She was as much a captive of Carl's toy as anything else . a totally humiliated slut who, with four men watching, tried in vain to literally shit the plug out of herself.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of sheer torment, Carl commanded "Cum slut . cum for me now!" as he rammed his fingers in and out of what had to be a fully tight cunt.

"Oh god . oh goddddddd . ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she screamed as she came, while her ass doubtlessly made every effort at expelling the un-expellable plug. And then, somewhat unexpectedly, she let out a wailing "aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" as a second orgasm crashed thru her, followed quickly by more tempered cry of "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as a third convulsion shook her.

Bill was graphic in his recounting of this event since neither he nor the other men anticipated three successive orgasms."Your wife's not only a pain slut, but an enema slut," Bill told me. "Carl had force fed her ass enough water to make her extended stomach look pregnant, and yet she still had three successive orgasms. She clearly needs to be given a full force enema at least once a week, and I guarantee she'll enjoy them. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she won't now ask for them."

It was decided then, however, that since my wife had not yet been allowed breakfast that she should be fed a meal of her own . the cum of 4 men . which seemed only reasonable since none of them had either cum or fucked her yet that day. And so for the next hour or so each man in turn used her mouth as a cunt while simultaneously testing her abilities at sucking cock. With her ass and gut bloated with water, none of them seemed in much of a rush to cum, commanding her to suck, lick and only ultimately to swallow. I can't say whether she came again then, but I suspect that at that point at least, that was hardly a concern of the men there.

Eventually, however, it was time to let my wife release what was in her. Disconnecting her wrists from her ankles, she was directed to the toilet nearby. Hunched over and barely able to walk, she made her way to the corner of the room. "Clean yourself up slut. We will await your return upstairs" Carl commanded, whereupon the men returned to the living room awaiting my wife's reappearance.

The reader might ask what her reaction to her treatment to this point was. Later we discussed things and she indicated that although both the board and Carl's enema were exceedingly painful, her orgasms were ultimately incredibly intense - intense and pleasurable enough that she'd readily submit to both again if told to. To a certain extent she feared both, hoping that neither would cause any damage. But despite the nearly unbearable cramps and pain, the subsequently intensity of her orgasms were sufficient compensation for her torment an attitude only a pain slut could hold. In fact, she suspected that even if she hadn't been commanded to cum when riding the board or with cramps tearing at her gut, she would have anyhow from her sense of humiliation, helplessness and surrender. "Either by how I am treated or by the pain I am required to endure," she admitted, "I seem to have my most intense and fulfilling orgasms when I know there is nothing I can do to keep whoever is using me from tormenting me endlessly. I crave the sense of utter abandonment Bill's friends led me to. It scared me but also excited me to learn they were Doms, experienced at abusing and making a slut submit. I knew when they started that it was going to be painful, humiliating and at times a difficult to endure experience, but all of that excited me. I wanted more than anything then to be used in any and all ways that a sub slut could be used, no matter how much pain or humiliation I was going to be forced to endure. And so even with the cramps and discomfort I felt from the enema, I had little difficulty surrendering my mouth to their cocks and doing all that I could do to suck them off with all the skill I possessed."

That was quite an admission, which is all the more remarkable given how she was to be treated the remainder of the weekend. But if I had any doubts, prior to that admission, as to whether my wife was now a fully acceptant and trained slut, her comments dispelled any uncertainty as well as any reservations I might have held as to how I could have her used in the future.

The remainder of that morning, though, included no special pleasures. Of course, each man fucked her again before lunch time and at seemingly random intervals, but her true experience with orgasmic pleasure would come that afternoon and evening. It was in fact shortly after lunch that Michael asked Hal if he'd like to experiment with his newly purchased TENS unit. "Of course," was his reply, "let's take her to the bedroom . its best to try it out there."

Hal then directed the preparations, which consisted of having my wife once again wear her wrist and ankle cuffs, and then to have her wrists attached to the hooks in Bill's bedroom ceiling. "I think it would be best if she were fully suspended in a semi-prone position," Hal commented, whereupon Bill told everyone to hold on so that he could retrieve the spreader bar and a length of rope from the basement. Attaching the bar to her ankles and the rope to the bar, Bill screwed another large eye hook into his wood ceiling some six or seven feet in front of the hooks from which my wife then hung. Lifting her feet from the floor after running the rope thru the eye hook left her hanging in mid air at approximately a 45 degree angle, arms and legs spread wide.

"I think she's sufficiently available and helpless now," Hal commented, whereupon he retrieved two probes . one for her cunt and another for her ass, shaped much like a butt plug and large enough so it would be impossible for her to expel it. However, rather than strings or hoses, lengths of wire ran from each which, after inserting the probes into my suspended and helpless wife, Hal attached to a small box on the floor that displayed a pair of knobs and dials along with a pair of switches. Were I there at that time I might have objected when Hal plugged the unit into a wall outlet, but I was later assured that Hal was an electronics enthusiast who designed the unit himself with full safety in mind.

I can guess at the fear and apprehension my wife must have felt as she helplessly watched Hal hooking up the wires from the electric probes stuffed in her cunt and ass. But as Bill later recounted events, she said noting until Hal first flicked on one of the switches and slowly turned up the two knobs (I am recounting my wife's first electro-sex experience based not only on Bill's recounting of the event but also based on my experience with watching her with a TENS unit at a later time). Almost immediately her body tensed and she let out a soft moaning "ohhhhhhh godddddddddd" followed soon thereafter by a succession of ohhhhhhhh godddddddd's and a gentle trembling of her body that verged on true convulsions.

"The current's on 'Low' and not yet pulsing," Hal commented, then added "let's see what happens when I turn things up a bit."

At that point, with my wife's cries of ohhhhhhh godddddddd' growing louder, her hips began to buck as if she were trying to fuck something or someone.

"How does that feel, slut?" Hal asked.

Her only response was another moaning "ohhhhhhhhh goddddddd"

"Tell me how it feels, whore!"

"Ohhhhhhh godddddddd . yessssssssss," was her trembling reply, implicitly signaling the pleasure coursing thru her. "Ohhhhh godddd . soooooo goodddddd." Then suddenly there was a shrill uncontrolled cry of "aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" as she came. But now there was no evidence of her body relaxing as it usually did following an orgasm. Instead she continued to tremble and thrust her hips upwards in a seemingly vain attempt to fuck an invisible cock.

Hal turned both knobs up further and another thrashing orgasm ripped thru her, during which her screams became little more than an incoherent succession of garbled grunts, moans and cries.

"The beauty of electro-sex," Hal commented in an almost academic fashion, "is that it can lead to the equivalent of continuous orgasm. Even if a slut is incapable of cumming in the usual way, her cunt will continue to convulse and yield sensations within her as intense as any other form of orgasm. Watch this," Hal announced as he flipped the second switch of his control box.

My wife's hips shot sharply upwards as she let out wailing "aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", followed by but a few seconds of mere trembling, and then another sharp thrust of her hips and another piercing cry "aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee".

Hal had turned the current flowing thru my wife's cunt and ass to a slow pulsing throb, and each pulse, as Bill recalled it, seemed to cause a reaction akin to a sharp yet brief orgasm. The pulses, though, were sufficiently close in succession that, as Hal stepped away from the control to watch my wife's reactions, it seemed as if she was now in a state of continuous uncontrolled orgasm. As her body continued to tremble, every few seconds her hips thrust into the air and she let out another wholly garbled incoherent sound. Drool ran down her cheeks and in minutes she lost any evident control as piss ran out of her onto the floor. But even as the piss flowed, she continued to jerk, tremble, thrust and moan in oblivious pleasure.

"How long can she keep cumming?" someone asked.

"I have no idea," Hal replied. "Every woman is different, I suppose, and to be honest I really don't have all that much experience using this unit."

So my wife was indeed an experiment, and from the description Bill offered me, a quite successful experiment. It was then, apparently, that Hal turned both knobs up to full strength, and he later admitted that the evident intensity of my wife's uncontrollable orgasmic convulsions scared even him. She was, in effect, no longer a woman, a wife, a sub slut or even a whore. She was, quite simply, a cum machine who doubtlessly could be made to cum . or at least made to react as if she were cumming . until every ounce of energy were drained from her.

For some interminable length of time she hung there, suspended from Bill's ceiling, convulsing, wailing and cumming as the men looked on. Occasionally some additional piss would drip from her, but, in what seemed like a semi-delirious state, that was incidental to her orgasmic pleasure.

When queried later as to how it all felt, she responded that initially at least it was possibly the most intensely pleasurable experience of her life. She couldn't have kept herself from cumming even if she wanted to. But at a certain point she no longer had any recollection of how she felt or what happened. Her mind, in a word, blanked out. She knew she had experienced pleasure . there was no pain whatsoever associated with Hal's little toy . but it was impossible for her to express how it felt or whether, even, there were any conscious coherent thoughts in her head at the time for her to recall. But she did say one thing quite explicitly "I really hope you can buy one and to use it on me regularly. Let me warn you though that I honestly think I could become addicted to it. I know I'm a slut and must obey you, but I'm not sure I could resist the temptation to hook myself up to it when you are not around, regardless of whether you approve of that or not."

Even after Hal turned off the TENS unit and removed the plug and probe, she continued to tremble and give every appearance of being only semi-conscious. The experience, though, left each man there in need of some sexual release. So even as my wife hung there in a semi-conscious state, each in turn moved up between her legs and shot a load of cum into her by now wholly open cunt or ass.

Bill recounted that even as each of them, in succession, slid their cocks into her and proceeded to fuck her, she seemed oblivious to being fucked. Her ability to cum further, to react, to even know she was being used as a cum hole, filled anew, was no longer with her. She simply hung there, not merely unable to keep from being used in any way, but oblivious to how she was being used. And in that context, of course, the men, immediately after each of them came in her, lost interest somewhat in her. Taking her down from the hooks and laying her on Bill's bed, they left her there and returned to the kitchen for beers or whatever. Apparently my wife was allowed and hour or so to recover, and by then it was sometime around 4 or 5 in the afternoon when the men returned to wake her and ask about her reaction to Hal's electronic skills: "How did you enjoy yourself, slut, when wired up by Hal?"

By then all modesty had been stripped from her and she answered forthrightly "It was incredible, Sir . I'm not sure I can recall everything of course, but what I do remember was incredible."

"And so you'd like to experience it again."

"Oh yes! I'm not sure, Sir, I would respond right now as I did before . the experience did take a lot out of me. But yes, I would love to experience it again." Then, in a final admission, she added "Sir, I've enjoyed everything you've done to me or made me do. I believe I've cum for you in every instance in which you wished me to cum. I will submit to anything and get pleasure from doing so."

"Excellent, slut . the response of a true submissive. By the way, slut, tell me how you feel about being a whore for your husband."

"I love being a whore and doing whatever he asks of me. I will fuck anyone he tells me to fuck and to be frank, sir, I love the uncertainty of not knowing who or what I will be told to fuck."

"And what if your husband wished to sell you permanently to someone else to be theirs as their permanent sex slave?"

"Oh god, I don't think he'd ever want to do that . I pray that he never wants to do that."

"Yes, but what if he did?"

"Then I would have to obey I suppose . that's not something I've ever contemplated and hopefully its not something he would contemplate . Sir."

"Well, I don't think he would either. In fact, he'd be a fool to sell you . you're too good of a sub slut to be given permanently to anyone else."

At that point Bill interjected that it was getting close to dinner time but that since my wife had come to his house naked under her coat, she had nothing to wear and that it would perhaps be essential for all of them accompany her to her favorite slut dress shop to find something to wear for the evening. My wife, of course, know full well that she was being taken to the dress shop to be fucked by the store's owner . but in this case, with her husband clearly absent, she was going to be presented to him by four men for whom she was obviously a fuck toy.

Interesting, after arriving at the shop wearing only her coat and heels, my wife was somewhat embarrassed at being explicitly presented to the owner not as a slut wife but as the fuck toy of the men who had accompanied her, even though every man there had fucked her. And with the shop, as Bill had hoped, devoid of other customers, the owner, fully attuned to things, asked Bill even before a dress had been selected "shall I charge the same as before for whatever she chooses?"

It took less than ten minutes for the men to agree on a suitable dress . a black ankle length gown that was semi-sheer throughout except for a narrow opaque band around the area of her cunt. The band, however, was sufficiently narrow that it failed to cover the very bottom of the cheeks of her ass, while a slit up the front that reached the band rendered her accessible. Nevertheless, the dress, despite its obvious slutty intent, did have an aura of elegance to it.

At that point Bill, clearly seeking to add a touch of humiliation to the situation, turned to the shop's owner and said simply "you can take the married whore to your back room now for a good hard fuck and make sure the bitch services you to your full satisfaction," whereupon the owner, taking my wife by the hand, disappeared behind the door to his storage room.

There is little need to recount, once again, the various moans of 'ohhhhhhhhh', 'yessssssssss' and cries of orgasmic pleasure that emanated from that room over the next ten or fifteen minutes. Suffice it to say that the shop's owner reappeared fully satisfied, followed a few seconds later by my wife, then buttoning her coat back up, with a flushed look on her face.

"No, slut . you will wear the dress now since we will proceed directly to dinner," whereupon my wife returned to the storage room to change into the dress she had just 'purchased' with her cunt.

It wasn't possible, of course, for my wife to be taken to dinner anywhere near where we lived wearing the dress that had been selected for her. So instead, with my wife in the backseat between Carl and Hal, Bill drove about an hour to a quiet somewhat romantic restaurant we'd only visited once over a year ago. Halfway there, though, Hal, with his finger in my wife's cunt, suddenly commented "the slut has cum in her cunt . the shop owner's cum!"

"You didn't require that he wear a condom, slut?" Bill asked.

"N .no . he started to fuck me so quickly after he got me into the room, I forgot to ask him to put a condom on," my wife replied, wholly embarrassed by this admission.

"Well, never mind . he's fucked you often enough I suppose to let him at least once full you with his seed."

I was, needless to say, somewhat displeased to learn about this later . to learn that for a second time my wife had allowed herself to be an unprotected whore. But as irrational as it might have been then, I found myself being terribly turned on by the fact that my wife had gotten so hot so quickly when fucked as a whore by the dress shop owner that she couldn't resist letting him cum in her. I don't know about the other husbands of the world, but this one at least (me) gets a raging hardon when learning that his wife loses all control when another man's cock is in her.

In any event, my wife recalled that, as in the shop, she felt wholly embarrassed when being taken into the restaurant (and also supremely aroused). She'd been taken out before dressed as a slut, but never in the company of four men . and never in a context where it was obvious she was a party fuck toy. Dinner itself was largely uneventful, aside, of course, from the fact that the waiter took full advantage of being able to admire my wife's tits thru the dress's seer fabric. The men, for their part, took whatever opportunity they could to add to her humiliation . commenting on her luscious tits to remind her they were in virtually plain view, telling her to visit the restroom 'so everyone can admire the cheeks of your well-fucked ass', and on at least one occasion telling her to finger her cunt in a way that allowed the waiter to see what she was doing. It was, however, difficult to do much beyond this but it was evident that my wife's appearance and performance yielded four rock hard erections that would soon enough be stuffed into her.

That 'stuffing' occurred once they returned to Bill's house later in the evening and, after she was told to take off her dress, announced by Bill's command "now, slut, each of us wants to fuck you in a somewhat special way. Lay over the bench!"

With that my wife moved to the low padded footstool in the living room and laid over it, face down, with her ass and cunt in the air. Bill, as the host and having the right to avoid 'sloppy seconds' was the first to mount her and slide his cock into her ass. He proceeded then to fuck her in no unusual way until he came. But rather than withdraw, he kept his slowly diminishing cock in her. "Do you know what I am going to do now, whore?"

"N . no, Sir," she replied in a weak trembling moan.

"I am going to keep my cock in you until I piss . I'm going to piss in your ass."

"Oh god . if that's your wish Sir . ok." And in a matter of but a few minutes, she suddenly moaned "ohhhhhhhhh godddddddddddd," as Bill's piss flowed into her.

"Hold it in you, slut . don't let it leak," Bill commanded as Hal then stepped up to her and slid his cock into that same passage of pleasure.

"Now comes my cum and piss, whore," Hal announced.

"Yessssssssssssssss," was my wife's only response as Hal pumped away until he stiffened and shot his load. Then, as Bill had done before, he stayed in her until a full load of piss was added to what was already in her. Michael and finally Carl followed suit, each of them cumming and pissing into her ass, though at some point she was unable to keep some of it from leaking. Of course, the amount of piss and cum that filled her in no way equaled the amount of water she was compelled to hold when Carl gave her an enema. But surely having her ass filled with piss was far more humiliating.

At no point in the process did my wife cum. She told me she'd concentrated too hard on not letting anything leak for the full eroticism of the moment to overtake her. But once filled, she felt as much like a slut, a truly dirty slut, as she'd ever felt. But her final humiliation before she was allowed to retire to bed for the night was to turn over and finger her cunt until she came.

I have no idea what sensations ran thru her then, fingering her cunt and playing with her clit to make herself openly cum, with an ass full of the seed and piss of the men who were watching her. But whatever those feelings were, they were not of a sort to keep her from cumming, whereupon, as had been the case the previous night, she was allowed to retire to Bill's bedroom on the carpeted floor.

She was awoken the next morning and told that each of Bill's friends had to leave for their homes in the early afternoon. But before they left, she was to first freshen up again in the bathroom, put on her heels, collar and corset, and come downstairs. It was upon her arrival in the living room that she was told of her final duties as a sub slut: She was to be a whore for each of them in succession. She was to service and fuck each for 45 minutes, followed by a 15 minute period in which she would be allowed to clean up before servicing her next 'client'. If she performed satisfactorily for all four men she would be paid 500. But if any of them deemed her performance unsatisfactory, she would be paid nothing and be required instead, under Bill's direction, to ride the board in the basement as punishment for her inadequacies.

"You accept the fact that you are a whore . a married whore . don't you?" Michael asked.

"Yes . I do . I am a married whore, Sir" she dutifully replied.

"We have agreed among ourselves on the order in which you will service us as a whore, and you will now join me in Bill's bedroom as my whore" Michael announced, at which point he led my still naked wife up the stairs to the privacy of the bedroom.

Since Bill was in attendance for only that session . the last . in which my wife serviced him, I was afforded minimal descriptions of the ways in which she fulfilled her responsibilities. I do know the men had agreed among themselves to command her to perform for them as a slut . fucking herself in front of a mirror, sucking their cocks, tonguing their asses, riding their cocks . so as to make herself cum as often as she could but not doing so in ways that induced any of them cum until their final few minutes with her. She was, in short, to keep each of their cocks hard for the full 45 but not where they came inadvertently or came without filling one of her holes or another at the end of their session.

I cannot say whether the men were disappointed or delighted by the fact that she apparently gave none of them an excuse to deem her performance unsatisfactory. Thus none was given a reason to require that she ride Bill's board and experience the excruciating pain it would bring her. Instead, like the well-trained slut and whore she had become, she performed admirably, cumming no less often for Bill at the end as she did for Michael in the beginning. Since she was to clean herself after each session, thereby precluding the opportunity to fill her cunt or ass fully with cum, the men had also agreed to each cum in her mouth . the same 'breakfast meal' she had experienced the day before.

My wife later recounted that these four hours were perhaps the most pleasurable of the weekend. As much as she enjoyed the intensity of the orgasms Hal's electro-sex brought her, and as much as she ultimately learned to enjoy being a wholly unashamed pain slut riding Bill's board or submitting to Carl's enema, performing as a whore and working hard to earn that 500 had its own special satisfaction. "I probably wouldn't make a good whore," she admitted. "I'd enjoy fucking different men for money too much to develop the detachment from my job that I imagine a professional has. For me it probably wouldn't be a job at all, but all pleasure and that might get me in trouble with men who want to use me in especially kinky ways."

Once again, its an understatement to say I was turned on by this admission . by having my wife admit how much she'd enjoy being a whore and, perhaps, having me pimp her on a regular basis. I knew then, of course, that I would pimp her and require that she fuck men for money . not because we needed the money, but because money was an essential component of what turned my wife on. I had no intention, of course, of making her a 'street corner slut' since that was far too dangerous. I was apprehensive enough about the fact that she had let the dress shop owner cum in her. But even as I talked to her about her experiences that weekend I was rolling over in my mind the different ways I could arrange for her to be, at the very least, a high priced call girl . a wife I could rent out to, say, out-of-town businessmen as their consort and slut. She was already a semi-professional stripper and Sally's bi sub lover, in addition to being my and Bill's slut. What remained was to find profitable ways to take full advantage of her now seemingly unrestrained sexual surrender . and advantage as well of the fact that being a whore was such a turn on for her.