Emma’s Painal Journey 02

Emma the slutwife and her dominant husband Scott go to a BDSM restaurant where Emma’s holes are tortured on a special chair.

A display restaurant? Emma had never been to one. Never even seen one. The perils of living in a small town was that she didn’t get exposed to such things. Her 3 semesters at Clarkson, meeting Scott, his proposal, the wedding, it all still felt like a dream sometimes.

Scott seemed to be quite excited though. He picked out an outfit for her. Since married women weren’t allowed to touch their piercings without permission, he had to dress her. First, he put on the dark red collar. Instead of her name, he clipped her “fuckpuppy” tag onto it, letting her know that for the rest of the night, not only would she be in puppy mode, she would have to respond to the name “Fuckpuppy”. He placed bells on her nipples as well, to jingle and attract attention.

Then, he pulled her arms behind her and put them into a red leather sleeve that bound her arms close together from elbow to wrist, forcing her to stick her chest out. The position was very uncomfortable, but Emma knew she would have to get used to it if she wanted to be a good submissive wife.

Next, Scott brought out the spray-on tattoo gun and sprayed the words “painal slave” on her stomach and her lower back. He made her spread her legs, then attached two soft silicone clamps on her pussy lips. He clipped a silver chain on each of them, ran it around the outside of her thighs, then attached them to another two clamps in the back to keep her pussy wide open. Scott stood back for a moment, then took a few moments to spray on a few more tattoos, decorating Emma’s thighs and flat stomach with stars. The final touches were the red stiletto boots that went up to Emma’s knees, and a burgundy cloak that he swung around Emma’s shoulders.

“There’s something missing,” he mused. “Oh, I know!”

He pulled a penis gag from the rack. Emma opened her mouth obediently and let him insert it. It pressed against her palate and tongue comfortingly, reminding her of the time at Clarkson’s she spent getting comfortable with constant submission.

Unlike Emma, Scott was fully dressed. He wore a burgundy long-sleeved shirt that matched Emma’s cloak, and black trousers that accentuated just how long his legs were. The sleeves did nothing to hide his large biceps that could manhandle Emma so easily. She felt very submissive, very small, very happy.

“Alright, time to go,” Scott said at last, pleased with himself. He clipped Emma’s leash to her clit, a silver one as well, then led her out of the house.

The cloak was long enough to hide most of Emma’s body, but the clit leash unmistakably snaked out from the lower part of the front opening, indicating that she was clit led. Scott, when he was younger, had the privilege of learning how to lead a girl by the clit by practicing on the gardener’s painslut. He used what he learned now, careful to leave enough slack that wouldn’t damage Emma, but also pull at a rate that would keep Emma constantly aware of her pierced glans and give her an incentive to follow closely.

The passenger’s seat was still damp with Emma’s juices from the drive over. Scott lifted her and she spread her legs obediently, letting him guide her holes down onto those large cocks. She moaned through the gag, a little bit of drool escaping her mouth as her pussy and shitter were filled with silicone. With her arms bound tightly behind her, she had no choice but to lean forward a little, which made the toys press together inside her.

Scott petted her hair, pride in his eyes, then pulled the seat belt around her to buckle her in.

Emma closed her eyes. She was bound, impaled, decorated, soon to be humiliated in front of a lot of people, but her pussy was gushing from the thought of it, eager because it knew that Scott only had her best interests in mind and it was good for her to embrace her inner pup.

“That’s a good Fuckpuppy,” Scott praised. He got in at the driver’s seat then started the car.

—-

The drive took forty minutes. It was forty tortuous minutes of having her young holes filled, but unsatisfied. The bells that hung from her nipples jingled every time she squirmed, seeming to fill Scott with pleasure.

Emma watched the scenery go by, trying not to think too much about how every passing car could see that she was gagged. The trees grew sparse, replaced with buildings as they reached the city.

The Daschund was converted from what seemed to be a small warehouse closer to the industrial side of the city. There was a large sign over the entrance that said “THE DASCHUND” followed by “Display Restaurant” in smaller letters. Scott had to park a little further from the entrance, passing by John’s car as they did so. He got out to help Emma out of her special seat.

Emma moaned as her holes were lifted off the dildos. She was sure that both of them were gaping wide open. Scott set her down carefully on the asphalt and she shivered lightly, glad for her cloak.

“It’ll be better in the restaurant,” Scott told her with a comforting pat on her bottom.

He took hold of her leash and gently guided her across the parking lot towards the entrance.

There were a few men and their wives waiting for a table. All of the young women were leashed in one way or another and all wore some sort of warm covering. Emma didn’t doubt, however, that all of them were similarly bare and decorated like her under their cloaks or shawls.

“You made it! Just in time!” John called from the front of the line. He waved Scott and Emma over to where he was standing with Carla, who was collared, leashed and gagged like Emma.

“Four people for Bell, please,” he told the receptionist.

The receptionist, a pretty woman who wore an employee collar, nodded. She consulted the list and then pressed a button to summon a waitstaff. She motioned for them to head on inside.

The main entrance had double doors with frosted glass that most of what went on inside. So Emma wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting. John held the door open for everyone else. Emma tottered in, led by Scott, followed by Carla, who turned around to wait for John.

“This is the coat room,” John said.

There were at least twenty different pieces of outerwear on pegs behind the counter where a young man sat. He smiled at them.

“Welcome to the Daschund, you can check your coats and cloaks here!” he announced. John was already unfastening Carla’s covering and handing it over.

Emma couldn’t help but stare.

During the short few hours between the visit from their new neighbours and coming to the restaurant, John had seen fit to decorate Carla’s generous chest with lashes from a cane. Carla wasn’t wearing a tit support strap, instead, John lifted her nipple chain and hooked it onto the front of her gag, pulling her tits upwards sharply. The bottoms of her breasts had not been spared either. Permanent marker had been used to scrawl “CUMBUCKET” on the top of her right hip, and “FUCKMEAT” on the top of her left hip. Her bottom had been caned as well, the redness of her pale skin accentuated by the gold chains that John had draped around her stomach and hips. Between her legs, large weights hung from her pussy lips.

“That looks amazing,” Scott said with admiration.

“Thanks, your little Fuckpuppy looks incredible too!” John said. He squeezed Carla’s caned bottom and tugged her leash. She moaned, juices flowing down between her legs and soaking her knee high stockings. She was wearing dark brown stiletto boots. There were matching cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Her wrists were chained tightly behind her back, and the chain between her ankles forced her to take tiny stilted steps.

Scott undid Emma’s cloak clasp and handed it to the cloak boy. She felt her ears burn immediately, noticing the way the cloak boy glanced at her shamefully decorated body. Without the cloak, anyone who parted her asscheeks would be able to see how she gaped open.

“Welcome, sirs,” a waiter said, “My name is Ron and I’ll be your waiter today, will you be needing lube?”

Scott looked at John, who shook his head with a smile.

“No lube, just the weiner seats if you please.”

Ron nodded and smiled.

“Of course, this way please.”

Emma followed along, led by the ring in her young pierced clit. Ron led them into the main dining hall. All the men were clothed and all the women were naked. Emma gasped around her gag. She was used to nudity at Clarkson’s, but never saw this many naked women in a public restaurant before!

Immediately the reason for the name of the restaurant became apparent. While the men were sitting on normal restaurant chairs, most of the young wives were straddling chairs with horizontal cylindrical seats, their ankles cuffed to the bottom of the seats or to the backs of the chairs so that they wouldn’t be able to get down or shift on the seat.

At the front of each cylindrical chair, there was a small carving of a Dachshund’s head. All of the female patrons seemed to be sitting astride one of these chairs. The exceptions to the rules seemed to be a woman nearing her thirties who was enthusiastically sucking her master’s cock under the table while a fuck machine pumped dildos into her holes, and a dark-skinned girl who was sitting on what looked like a massive anal cone.

Ron led them to the back of the dining area, and pulled out the Daschund chairs from under the table. He offered Scott and John the menus.

“Oh, these two please,” John said immediately. Scott flipped through the pages, then nodded to himself.

“This,” he told Ron. “And this.”

“Of course, sirs, right away.”

Emma looked at Carla, taking her cues from the older woman. Carla hadn’t made a move to sit down yet, just standing there patiently while John took his seat. Scott followed suit, setting down the first menu.

Emma saw immediately that it wasn’t a menu for food, but rather sexual implements. There was a list of dildos and vibrators that were evidently meant to be attached to the ports in the seats! Before she even had time to digest the idea, the waiter was already returning with two cases. He knelt beside the chair and opened the first case.

Inside, there were two ridged dildos, both with large knots at the base. The waiter attached them to the seat with a few twists of his wrist, then closed the case. The next case was opened as well. In it, two normal looking dildos with bulbous tips. Emma knew immediately that Scott had chosen them for her, opting to go for normal sized and shaped cocks that he knew she could take instead of overwhelming her with some of the stranger options. She felt her heart swell in appreciation.

John bent down to uncuff Carla’s legs.

“Go on, bitchcunt, sit,” John ordered. Carla swung one leg over the chair and sunk down on the dildos without further prompting. John lifted her leash out of the way so that her clit ring wouldn’t be pressed against the wood, and then draped it over the carved dog’s head.

Carla swiftly straddled the special chair and sunk down onto the knotted dildos. Emma watched in fascination as her new neighbour bounced on those two massive knots. Carla moaned softly. Every bounce meant her tits would go up and down again. However, because her nipple chain was still hooked on the outside of her gag, they would be stopped short by the rings in her nipples. Since she was pretty busty, the weight of her breasts tugging on her nipples must have been agony.

The knots popped into her holes and Carla groaned, grinding her cunt against the wood. She was so wet, that the seat under her was already dripping with juices. No doubt, Emma would be soon joining her in depraved sexual pleasure.

Carla bent her legs backwards and John wasted no time in cuffing them together over the back of the chair. There would be no getting off unless John released her!

Then, it was Emma’s turn.

“Sit, fuckpuppy,” Scott said. Emma took a deep breath behind her gag, straddling the weiner chair like Carla had done. She lowered herself onto the dildos, moaning as they split her spread pussy and gaping asshole wide open. Unlike the dildos in the car, these were unlubed, and Emma understood intimately why John had said no lube. The one in her pussy went in easily with how drenched she was, but the one for her ass was too big and too dry, and it hurt!

“C’mon fuckpuppy, show us how much of a painal slave you are!” Scott encouraged her. Emma whimpered and groaned and moaned but she forced the dildo into her ass inch by agonizing inch until her buttcheeks pressed solidly up against the seat, her nipple bells jingling all the while. She was split wide open, both anally and vaginally. Her spread pussy lips meant that she could feel the coldness of the wood against her sensitive inner lips.

“Good girl,” Scott praised her. Emma squirmed, whining in her throat. Scott tapped her knees and Emma bent her legs backwards as well. Like Carla, they were fastened over the back of the chair so that her weight would keep her impaled and dripping. Scott helped her adjust her position so that her clit ring and leash would lie prettily on the wooden surface of the chair instead of being trapped under her. He tugged on her clit leash several times, then fastened it to a hook on the table.

“Let’s order some food, hmm?” John asked, sliding the actual food menu over to Scott.

“What’s good here?” Scott asked.

“The salmon. It’s impressive. Good for the bitches as well,” John said, showing Scott the picture.

Emma looked over at Carla, who appeared to be quite used to this. She didn’t appear interested in what their husbands were doing, instead rocking lightly on her knotted dildos and moaning softly. Emma wanted to enjoy the way she was filled and penetrated too, but a part of her was paralyzed still. Even in a room with so many women who were tied up, and being sexually tortured like she was, she felt a little shy about giving into her desires.

Ron appeared again.

“Have you made your decisions, sirs?”

He didn’t even look at Carla, who was moaning wantonly by now, using her nipple chain to tug on her nipples. Emma hesitantly rocked herself once. Ron didn’t look at her either, his attention focused on Scott and John.

“I think I’m going to go with the salmon, some wine, and a regular cumbowl for fuckpuppy,” Scott finally said.

“I’m taking the chicken this time, a coffee, and a large cumbowl for my bitchcunt,” John said, handing the menu over to Ron “Oh and can you get some boosters for the fuckpuppy’s seat?”

“Of course, sir, right away!”

Ron disappeared to the kitchen, and came back shortly with two burly men.

Emma squeaked when they came right up to her seat and knelt down, one in front and one behind her.

The seats were designed to be at a height where any sitting woman would only be seen from the tits up. However, since Emma was petite, the table came up to her collarbones.

The two men lifted Emma’s wiener dog seat easily, pushing small platforms under each of its legs so that Emma’s tits would be visible over the table. As they lifted Emma’s chair, with Emma on it, it rocked her back and forth, making her go up and down on the dildos. It was clear that both men were looking at how her cunt and asshole were split wide open, completely impaled on the silicone cocks. The one in front of her gave her a sly smile and jerked her chair, causing the rods in her to jerk upwards and fuck into her roughly.

Emma squeaked loudly in protest, looking to her husband and master for help, but Scott only laughed. He loved seeing his wife humiliated like this, unable to do anything about the men leering at her beautiful body.

The men, encouraged by Scott’s laugh, jiggled the seat a few more times before settling it down properly on the wooden platforms. Emma moaned in pain and pleasure. Every jerk sent a jolt of submissive joy and humiliation through her body. She was nothing more than a fuckpuppy. If Scott wanted other people to look at her and leer, then she had no choice. He was her master and she would have to trust that this was for her own good!

“Thank you,” Scott said as the men left. He leaned over to Emma and pulled her nipples roughly towards him. She moaned in pain through the gag as her sensitive teats were twisted and tortured.

“There is one function I like to use when I’m waiting for my food,” John said, leaning over to Carla. Carla’s eyes were wide in fear and anticipation. John pressed a button on the chair, and then Carla’s eyes immediately rolled back into her head.

Scott’s eyes lit up. He felt around Emma’s chair and hit the same button.

Emma yelped around her gag as the dildo in her ass and pussy began to pump in and out of her holes. She stared at Scott, wide-eyed. Scott pressed another button and then the fucking grew faster Emma jerked in her bonds, trashing from side to side as her weight kept her on the seat that began to pummel her young holes.

Her asshole was on fire! Tears sprang to her eyes as her asshole was chafed by the large dildo Scott had chosen for her.

“Behave, fuckpuppy!” Scott snapped, yanking on her nipple chain in warning. Emma felt tears roll down her cheeks as her shitter and her cunt were violated. She tried to keep still, but it was impossible, every thrust of the machine stretched her out completely. And because her clit was pressed against the surface, she could feel the vibrations in it as well!

She could do nothing but tremble on her horrible seat and feel humiliated.

Scott, satisfied that she wasn’t going to try and escape, gave her a comforting pat on the head.

“I love that her clit is so sensitive,” Scott remarked to John “It’s a pity that clits lose sensitivity after some time if they’re pierced.”

John laughed.

“There’s a cream for that, you know? It’s SensyPussy. It’s prescription based, but most doctors will write one for you in a shot,” he said, pouring himself some water from the bottle on the table.

Scott looked at him in surprise.

“SensyPussy?”

“Yeah, stands for sensitive pussy. You put on a layer of cream every morning and every night. Get it right up into her pussy, her asshole, all around her lips and her clit, really massage it in. It increases the sensitivity of their genitals. Carla’s been using it for a year now, and I must say, I love the results, even if she doesn’t always!” John reached down and gave Carla’s clit a gentle tug. She moaned loudly again, trembling on the toys that were violating her holes.

Scott leaned forwards, intrigued.

“Even a gentle breeze on her nub could make her juice now,” John continued. He unhooked the nipple chain from the gag, then undid the gag, easing it from her mouth. He carefully lifted the glass of water to her mouth and helped her take a sip.

Scott looked over at Emma, who was doing her best to take her pounding as obediently as she could. Her eyes were wide and he knew that she was afraid of having her clit become more sensitive than it was now.

Scott knew, however, that when the time came, she would thank him for the pain and the pleasure that having increased sensitivity would bring her. In particular, he looked forward to her cries of painal pleasure while he fucked her tight asshole.

“There’s also a hole tightener by the same company, if you like. It’s pretty new and I’ve got a friend in the company who gave me a tub to test out.” John leaned over the table to whisper.

“Hole tightener?” Scott asked, very interested

“Yeah, hole training can make a hole tight, but it can’t make it virginal,” John whispered “And there are a lot of men who love virgin rape fantasies but whose wives can’t make it believable enough. So they came up with this tightener cream. Use the applicator to smear it inside her asshole, then use the shock wand to shock it closed. The cream prevents her rectum from relaxing, making her feel like a virgin!”

Scott sat back in his seat, eyes wide in wonder. What would scientists dream up next?

“I started using it half a year ago, and I was very impressed. Bitchcunt was squealing like a pig that got poked when I used it on her. It was music to my ears! She came so many times I thought I was going to have to buy a new mattress because it was soaked!”

Emma was already deliciously tight, but if what John said was true, and he could make her virginally tight… then the violation of her sore asshole would only heighten her sexual submission and increase her painal pleasure!

Scott was contemplating this as the waiter arrived with their food. The food and drinks were set down in front of both men, while the cumbowls were set down in front of their slave wives.

Scott reached over and unbuckled Emma’s gag. He set it down on the table, still looking at her and imagining her in the throes of orgasm, cumming helplessly while he forced his thick cock into her virginal asshole. Not only that, if it worked, Scott could do it again and again, reliving the joy of breaking open a tight hole and establishing his dominance over it repeatedly. Emma would never be able to forget who was the one who split her ass and cunt open!

Emma was panting, flushed from the exertion of trying to stay still while her holes were being pounded. No doubt, her cunt and her ass were aching, made worse by the fact that Scott hadn’t given her any lube for her sore shitter.

He took pity on her, turning off the seat. She slumped slightly, grateful for the reprieve.

John had already started cutting up bits of his chicken chop. He dropped the cut up pieces into the bowl of fresh cum, probably from one of the waiters who worked the restaurant, or from a cum parlour somewhere in the city, then pushed it towards Carla. She wasted no time in pushing her face into the bowl, chasing the bits of cum-covered chicken with her tongue.

Scott followed his lead. While Emma had eaten like a dog in the safety and privacy of their own home, he had never had the opportunity to exert his ownership over her in such a public setting aside from their wedding where he pierced her clit in front of all their family and friends.

He cut up the salmon on his plate and put it into the cumbowl, pushing it towards Emma. Her face was pink from embarrassment, and she was evidently struggling against her conservative upbringing that told her disrupting a dining setting like this was rude and unacceptable.

“Go on, fuckpuppy, eat,” Scott pushed it closer still. Emma looked at it, then at Scott, trust in her big blue eyes, then slowly bent her nose to the bowl. Scott patiently held it at an angle for her so that she could get at the cum-covered salmon easily. He used his free hand to lazily spear some of his own food and eat it.

Emma finished her food quickly enough, and was hungry enough to try and lick the entire bowl even if she wasn’t that fond of cum from unknown sources.It was something that she would have to get over quickly because one of the key parts of a healthy submissive wife’s diet was cum, and lots of it. It signified her submission to men, especially her husband.

In the past, it would have been difficult for a single man to produce enough cum to fill a bowl. However, modifications in the food humans ate meant that most men produced at least half a bowl of cum each time he ejaculated. This could be increased by two or three times by taking over the counter pills available at any pharmacy.

And if a man couldn’t produce enough cum for his wife, there were always cum parlours, who collected emissions of any willing man, sterilized them, and then stored them carefully in freezers. Anyone could order a gallon of the stuff via the websites. Scott had ordered two, to be kept in the fridge for Emma’s daily meals when he wasn’t at home.

Most restaurants that offered cumbowls might use these parlours, or cum substitutes, which were nutritious fluids that were designed to look, smell, and taste like cum. Emma much preferred the cum substitutes, but Scott would work on it with her until she could swallow the cockjuice of any man without flinching.

Scott flagged down the waiter again.

“Another cumbowl for the fuckpuppy please,” he said. The waiter nodded and went off.

“I really have to thank you for telling me about this place,” Scott said to John “I think I’m going to become a regular here!”

“I come by here every month. It’s a little pricey, but the experience is worth it and bitchcunt absolutely adores it.” This was said with a hard tug on Carla’s nipples, which made her squeal and squirm.

The waiter came back with a fresh bowl of cum. This time, Scott pressed the rim to Emma’s lips.

“Don’t swallow, fuckpuppy,” he warned. Emma opened her mouth obediently and let the warm cum trickle into her mouth. Scott pulled it away. Emma kept her mouth tilted up and slightly open, showing the white liquid on her tongue.

“Gargle.”

Emma gargled the cum in her throat, bubbles rising up to the surface and popping.

“Swish.”

She closed her lips and swished the cum around her mouth.

“Swallow.”

Emma swallowed twice, the musky fluid sliding down her throat, leaving behind only the bitter taste. She opened her mouth and showed Scott that there was nothing left.

“Good fuckpuppy,” Scott praised her.

They repeated this a few more times until the cum was all gone. Then, Scott picked up the gag and replaced it in Emma’s mouth. He started the chair’s fucking mechanism again then turned his attention back to his food.

It was a good meal, Scott mused. His lovely wife was immobilized, helpless to stop the harsh violation of her ass and pussy. Two sweet young holes that belonged completely to Scott and were his for the fucking. Perhaps he was biased, but amidst all the women being fucked in the club, he thought Emma was the prettiest, most submissive, and the loveliest.

He was truly lucky to be able to sit down to a good meal like this while watching his wife squirm in discomfort on the cruel seat.

The best thing for him, and perhaps the worst for her, was that he had not given her permission to cum and her education at Clarkson had conditioned her to only cum when a man gave her leave to do so. This meant that even if she was painfully aroused, she wouldn’t cum unless Scott said so. The only time she wasn’t able to hold back was on the HoleGaper3000, but Scott had plans for her further conditioning.

It seems like Carla was the same way. John had started up her seat too and her caned breasts were heaving from the effort of holding back her orgasms. Her gag was back in place and the two men were definitely enjoying the sight of their submissive wives impaled and struggling not to cum.

John sipped his coffee languidly, smiling as Carla whimpered around her gag.

“Don’t be alarmed if you hear her screaming tonight,” he said to Scott conversationally “I’m going to tighten that ass up and then plow it open at least three times by the time the sun comes up.”

Scott snorted into his wine.

“Likewise,” he said, offering his glass for a toast. They clinked their drinkware together again, and then drank as their wives suffered.

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