His Ultimate Humiliation (House Husband Book 35) by Katt Ford

Author:Katt Ford [Ford, Katt]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-09-03T00:00:00+00:00

Ever since the pandemic started and Carrie began to take control of my sex life, I have been forced to endure the most outrageous disgraces. I have had so many days and nights that I will never forget, the bright burning shame and arousal she put me through etching themselves onto my brain. And the night of our second wedding, the bizarre ritual of humiliation she forced me to go through, was the most memorable night of all.

Nothing between any of the people involved that day would ever be the same again. That much was obvious. I could never again enter my own bedroom without remembering the wild orgy that had taken place, with my slutty wife at its center. And when it was finally over, after we had all finally collapsed in a puddle of exhaustion, Carrie removed her soaked wedding dress and hung it like a trophy in our closet. It's still there now. Uncleaned, ruined, soaked in the semen of other men. But not mine. Never mine.

Our guests left the next day. That evening, I was down in the basement. Even without the soiled dress, there was plenty of laundry to do. It would've been better to throw the bedsheets away and get new ones, soaked as they were in the fluids of multiple people. That wasn't what Carrie wanted. She wanted me to clean them. To serve as her house husband after the most tormenting night of my life.

And while the smell of sex rose from the sheets as I stuffed them into the washing machine, making my cock ache as usual in the chastity device I still wore, I heard the sound of high heels on the basement stairs above me. Carrie climbed down into the basement and stood at the foot of the stairs. For once, she was dressed normally. Admittedly, she was wearing high heels in the house, something she never used to do before the pandemic started. But other than that, she was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, dark hair tied back behind her head. For a moment, she stood there, just watching me. As per her rules, I was naked to do the housework, except for my chastity device. I looked at her, and she smiled at me. Then, she stepped forward, her high heels clicking on the basement concrete floor.

“That was intense last night, huh?”

"Yes, Lady Carrie."

"I still can't believe Sir gave you a facial. You looked so ridiculous lying there with my boyfriend's jizz all over your face."

"Yes, Lady Carrie." Maybe she detected something in my tone. Or maybe she was just being careful. But Carrie's voice sounded different when she next spoke. Softer. Gentler. She laid a hand on my arm.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Her blue eyes peered deep into mine, as though trying to see my inner turmoil, the wild storm in my heart.

"Yes, Lady Carrie." I was okay. Of course I was humiliated. Of course, the memory of what had happened the night before burned inside me and filled me with a sense of shame.

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