My wife, part 2



She walked into the house and left me there. I struggled against the sand and
the bonds but it was hopeless. I could not get out of the sand. The sun was
coming up now and I was sweating. My throat felt dry. I lost track of time.
All I could hear was the ocean, and the air.

She returned dressed in a longer skirt and a loose T-shirt. She had on white
sandals and her toes were sticking out the front. "There you are", she
smirked, "still trying to get out?".

I said "No. I give up. Can you please let me go now?"

"No, dear. I worked hard to get you there. You have *pay*! Plus there is some
training you must undergo."

"Training?"

"Yes". She unfolded on a lawn chair and brought up a spray bottle full of what
appeared to be water. "I can't have you running around without my control.".
She plunked the chair in front of me and sat down on it. The chair creaked
under her weight.

"Thirsty?", she asked. I acknowledged with a nod.

She took her left foot of the sandal and sprayed the toes with the bottle. The
painted toes shone in the sunlight.

"Lick it off, then you can have some more?"

"What?!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious?"

Her face clouded over with anger. I could see that this was a mistake. "How
dare you speak to me this way, you worm? I don't think you realize your
situation here!!". She put the bottle down and picked up her sandal. She then
reached in her pocket and pulled out a gag.

It was a ball-gag!! It slipped easily in my mouth and the strap went around
the head. "I don't want the neighbors to hear you during your training."

She squatted over me and overshadowing the sun. All I could see were her
thick, white legs. I could only look up at her and could not go up more than
her stomach. With one hand she grabbed my hair and held my face back.

Then it began. Whack, Whack, Whack. She slapped my face with her sandal. I
could not even scream or get out of the way. I wanted her to stop but she was
an angry woman and I could only whimper. My eyes welled up with tears and she
finally stopped.

"Now, are you ready to lick?" She asked.

I could barely nod a "yes". She pulled the gag off. My face was numb. My eyes
were cloudy. This wife of mine was going to kill me, I thought. ...

She stood up and the sunlight came into my eyes. She took one of the towels
and folded it over my head. The sunlight was blocked. I heard her sit down
again. Within a second her foot was in my mouth. I had no choice but to lick.
In between the toes, under the base of the foot. She was relentless. My mouth
was drying up and I was tired. That's when she switched feet on me. It was the
other foot.

"I want it clean ... DO IT!". She hissed. I had to give the same job for what
seemed like an hour. It wasn't. I felt her leg stiffen as I sucked her toes.
She was having a orgasm! She was totally in control. I was buried up to my
neck in sand licking her feet and she was enjoying it. It sent shivers down my
spine.

The foot disappeared. She left me there again. I was alone again. I was really
thirsty now.

.... Time passed... my arms were stiff against the ropes. My body was stiff.
The towel covering my head was suffocating me. The smell of her feet was in my
mouth. It was strange. I liked the smell now. My face was sore and my lips
were parched.

I heard feet on the sand before she pulled the towel off.

"Thirsty ? ". She held a glass of ice cold lemonade in her hand.

Thinking of the beating last time, I replied, "Yes ... mistress"..

"Good thinking. I like my titile. We can move to the next part of the training
now." With that, she drank the whole glass in front of me. She then and moved
to me and squatted on me again. Each foot was on each side of my head. I saw
that she was not wearing any panties.

I gasped. "Please, I will be quiet. Don't beat me, please, please all I want
is something to drink"...

She took a sigh, "No dear, not unless you taste me. I will give you something
to drink all right" She pulled my hair back and it forced my mouth open. "I
have been waiting for a while to do this ..."

What followed was a stream of hot, foul urine in my mouth .. I could only gag
under the torrent. I had to swallow what I could.

Argh. I felt awful. She stepped back and went to get a hose. "I have to train
you not to spill a drop later." She then replaced the ball gag in mouth again.
"No water for you till you are ready to beg me." I would have begged then.

She hosed my head off. Little water came through the gag.

When she finished. She took the towels and laid them around my head, opened up
her skirt and squatted on me again. She moved her cunt to my mouth. "Lick it
clean... Now"

Her skirt dropped around her legs. I was in darkness again. Her weight
pressing into me.

I licked her from under her skirt. She stiffened again as she came .. again
and again. I actually got a stiff hard-on under the sand.

Finally she stopped. Stood back and examined me with a sneer on her face. The
ball gag was back in my mouth. "Good". She put one of the towels on my head.
"That will keep from looking around."

She went back in the house. "I have to go somewhere ..."

It was late in the afternoon. I wondered where she had gone. I had to get out!