Paul's Trophy Wife

"Looks like you two are gonna have a lot of fun," the grimy older man at the counter smiled. "Just in the bedroom? Or is she your sub?"

"Oh, she's mine, I own her," Paul replied, and Valerie looked away, blushing and smiling.

"Well she's beautiful, you're a lucky guy," the cashier smiled, looking Valarie up and down.

"Thanks, would you like to see her body?" Paul asked, and Valerie's face shot up at him, glaring, worried and almost angry.

"Sure," the guy laughed and Paul grabbed her arm, pushing her to the side of the counter.

"Lift your dress up," he told her, and she gulped, biting her lip, then nodded.

"Yes sir," she whispered, lifting her dress up over her head, standing completely naked in front of the old man.

"Wow, beautiful," he admired, staring her up and down, and Paul took her dress from her and set it in the basket.

"Stick out your ass, whore," he told her, and she blushed profusely, meekly whimpering as she turned around, clutching to Paul as she stuck her ass up at the cashier, shaking it from side to side slowly.

Paul reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them so the cashier could get a better view of her tight little ass and her pussy, practically dripping wet.

"Sheesh, kid," the cashier laughed, stepping forward. "Mind if I touch her?"

Valerie winced, her heart racing at the idea of this stranger groping her, or worse.

"I do mind," Paul replied flatly, then turned to Valerie. "Put your dress back on."

The cashier shrugged, sighing as he finished ringing up their order, and when the total popped up, Valerie stepped forward to pay for everything.

They left with two large bags in hand and got in the car, and Valerie leaned over the console, rubbing Paul's bulge while he drove off.

"Oh! Thank you, for not letting him touch me, sir!" She smiled, nuzzling her face against his arm as her fingers slowly unzipped his pants.

"You're welcome, but just so we're clear, I wasn't doing that out of kindness," he told her as she pulled out his cock.

"What?" She asked, licking the tip of his dick and stroking him off.

"I'm not going to start pimping out your beautiful body until after I've fucked all your holes first," he threatened, but before she could protest, he grabbed her hair and shoved his cock down her throat.

Paul shook his head from side to side as Valerie bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Finally, he pulled into her garage and turning the car off, picking her head up by her hair and smearing her spit into her face.

"You're going to go put on some sexy lingerie for me, and get dolled up as well, I want you looking your best when I fuck your pussy," he told her, and she nodded.

"Yes sir," she smiled, getting out of the car and walking inside.

Paul sat down on the couch, waiting patiently, relaxing in the large, luxurious house as Valerie disappeared.

When she came back, she looked absolutely stunning: long white lace stockings, a tiny thong with a bright blue frilly tutu and long straps of bright blue silk that wrapped up over her shoulders, binding her tits back and showing off her cleavage. Her lipstick was bright blue, as was her eyeliner, with little pink and black dots, making her look like a piece of candy.

"Like this, sir?" She asked, smiling, and Paul stared at her, almost in shock.

"Turn around, let me see your ass," he told her, and she complied, sticking her ass up and shaking it slowly from side to side. It was already starting to bruise from her spanking earlier, and Paul groaned quietly.

"Get all the toys out and set them on the table," He told her, and she nodded, jumping forward and grabbing all of them, pulling them out from their boxes, humming and smiling.

Finally, when they were all out, Paul stood up.

"Pull those straps off," he demanded, and Valerie pulled the silk straps, leaving her tits and back completely bare.

"Give me your hands," he demanded, and as she walked over, shaking her hips and holding out her hands, Paul could feel his cock getting harder.

Using his experience in the boy scouts, he quickly roped them together, binding them tight, then he walked over to the stair well.

"Stand right there," he said, pointing at the wall beside it, then he brought the rope up with him as he walked up the stairs, tying it tightly to one of the banisters, tethering her hands above her head.

"Wh- what are you going to do to me?" Valerie whimpered, and Paul smiled.

"I'm going to show you what's going to happen if you ever decide to disobey me again," Paul smiled, walking back down the stairs and grabbed the whip.

"I won't! I won't sir! Please! You don't have to punish me! I promise, I'll be a good little girl for you! I'll stay on my best behavior for you!" She squirmed.

"I know you will," Paul laughed, then he whipped her.

Her back arched and her tits pressed against the wall, gasping for air as she squirmed, kicking and turning around a little.

"No! Please! No more!" She begged, but Paul lashed her again.

"Tell me you're a disgusting little whore," Paul demanded, lashing her again, and she whimpered and cried.

"Oh god! I'm a disgusting whore! I'm worthless! Oh!" She sobbed as he lashed her again and again.

"Are you going to be a good little slut for me?" He asked, giving her a moment to recover as she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her makeup running.

"Yes! Yes! I'll be the best little slut for you! I'll be your slut! All yours!" Then he whipped her again and again, and she cried.

"I belong to you! I'm your whore! I'm your property! You own me!" She screamed, kicking and flinching, whimpering and sobbing, until finally Paul stopped.

"Have you had enough?" Paul asked, and she nodded, looking down, her face pressed against the wall. "Turn around."

She whimpered, turning around to face him, and he walked forward, wrapping his arms around her, rubbing her back as she nuzzled her face against his chest, sobbing quietly.

"I'll be such a good little girl for you! I promise, sir!" She whimpered meekly as Paul held her, then he stepped back.

He started groping her tits and squeezing her nipples. She groaned, leaning forward, baring her tits for him, and he leaned in, kissing and biting them, groping them as she moaned.

His hands slowly crept down her body and when he came to her pussy, he found her dripping wet, her juices running down her legs, her wet, sloppy little pussy making noises as he started rubbing her clit.

"Are you ready for my cock?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Please! I want your cock so bad!" She groaned, and Paul pulled his dick out, lifting up her leg and spitting on it to lube it up. She was surprisingly limber, her leg lifting up and over Paul's shoulder with ease as he pushed her panties aside.