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I am Tonia and I got myself in the worst possible situation. You see, I have been married to my husband for several years. But he travels a lot and long. He is a high profile, well-respected international banker and he is away often. Very often. Traveling the world while I am alone. Usually for weeks at a time. That made me feel lonely and I did something very wrong and very stupid, for which I am now paying dearly. For example by writing this. Because this post is part of my punishment.

You see, I felt so lonely that I decided it was a good idea to start to fool around with both my next door neighbors. Not just one time, but to set up affairs with both of them. None of them knew about the other and of course my husband didn’t know about both of them. But ……… their wives, Mary and Jane, found out about it. Now, at first they did not tell me. Neither did they tell their husbands. Instead, they let the whole thing go on for several months. In the meantime they videotaped me, photographed me, saved and printed the log files of the chats I had, had with their husbands and they taped several of my hot phone calls. Finally, they had a private detective check me out. He brought in an even more detailed report.

Now, they still did not tell their husbands. Nor did they tell my husband. Instead …… they came to me, confronted me with the huge stack of evidence and gave me choice. Either I would have to be their slave for five years, or they would inform my husband and our social circles and publicly expose me as a whore. The latter is totally unacceptable, so I had no choice.

Yes, I have submissive emotions and I played them out in both affairs. That actually was what inspired the idea of turning me into their slave. You see, Madam Jane and Mistress Mary – as I am supposed to call them – thought that if I wanted to be a slave so badly, I might as well be one. My fate is this. They made me sign a contract. Whenever my husband is away, which is nearly always on weekdays, I will service Madam Jane on Tuesdays and Mistress Mary on Thursdays. That is not all. Besides having to be their slave I have to write each of them a letter every week, saying how much I enjoy being their slave, how well deserved my punishment is and how I look forward to being punished more. All these letters too, of course, are saved and stored away with all other evidence in a safe somewhere.

This Tuesday was different from other Tuesdays. I got up at 3:30 in the morning, as would normally do, since I have to report at Madam Jane’s house at five, in the French Maid costume they made me buy, with my hair and make up picture perfect, my super high heels on and since I will not be given anything to eat I need time to at least get a decent breakfast as well. Normally I slip in through the backdoor, of which they have both given me a key, to do the chores I have been ordered to do. This time however Madam Jane was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying coffee and awaiting me.

“Good morning, Madam,” I was surprised. I didn’t expect her to be up. Normally she wants me to serve breakfast in bed around ten.
“Morning, you little whore. I thought it would be a good idea to watch you at work for a change. On your knees, Let me inspect you.”
It didn’t take her long to find a defect. They require me to do a deliberately complicated, old fashioned hairdo, with my hair up. That means, I will have to shave my neck to keep it smooth. That was a detail I had forgotten about and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“We haven’t been very thoughtful about our hairdo, have we?” she said.
“No madam, I am sorry. I forgot.”
“Why do you forget such simple tasks?”
“Because all I can ever think about is how to fuck someone else’s husband, madam.” The horrible sentence they make me repeat over and over again. As if I would forget what I did.
“Stand up, turn around.” She got up and grabbed some rope from a cupboard and proceeded to tie my wrists and elbows on my back. That is painful enough, but there was a lot more to come. She look around and found a dirty rag in the sink. “Open wide, honey.” She pushed the thing in my mouth and used duct tape to firmly seal my lips. “I am sure Robert’s cum tasted a lot better, didn’t it dear,” she said with a cruel smile on her face.

She grabbed my ear and marched me into the living room to tie me to one of the pillars, arms back up high, so I had to bend over deep and my feet to the pillar is well, so I could not try to step back and relief the pressure on my arms and shoulders.

She went back to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later. I couldn’t see what she was doing but soon my skirt was up and my ass and cunny were on fire. I wriggled and cried muffled cries. It hurt! “These are peppers, dear. Fresh peppers and they will remain in there for quite a while. Seems like a good treat for a hot chick such as yourself. I am sure the fire in your ass and cunt nicely matches the color of your hair. Enjoy yourself dear. I’m off, back to bed for a couple of hours and when I return you will be punished more for not completing your morning chores and not bringing me breakfast.”

And there I stood, hurting and hurting more. Sweating and crying unable to do anything about it. I had to just wait for her to return. I couldn’t do anything but suffer and suffer more. It was a horrible punishment.

When she finally returned my make up was a mess and so was I. I was in tears and close to having to throw up. Madam Jane laughed. She removed the peppers, which appeared to be no relief at all. The juices, still left behind, would continue to play upon my precious parts for a while longer. My arms remained tied to the pillar, but my legs were untied and she took my shoes off and left. When she returned they were filled with sharp gravel, put on again, taped to feet and my feet were tied in position again. “You will suffer this punishment for two hours, for not doing your chores, two hours more for not bringing me breakfast and another two hours for making such a mess of yourself. Then I will send you home, because you are useless today and you will come back tomorrow to do the work you were supposed to do today. Am I making myself clear?” I nodded. I felt hopeless. Six more hours!

Just before she finally sent me home she let me sign the usual form. It says I am grateful for the punishment and that I beg for more, since I deserve it. Of course it also mentions the reason why I am being punished this way. I stumbled home, knowing I had an extra day of humiliation awaiting me and it wouldn’t be an easy one either. And it wasn’t. I managed to get away without much punishment that next day, but my feet, arms and legs were killing me. Only four more years to go!

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