[M4A] Wife Gets Sent For Slut Training

Please don’t send me a “hey wanna RP?” or a one liner. I’m just going to block you.

I never told Rachel what the weekend was really for.

I packed her bag myself while she slept. Soft clothes, pretty lingerie, the little toiletries she always took on trips. At four in the morning I woke her with a kiss and a travel mug of coffee I had laced with just enough sedative to keep her calm. “Spa retreat,” I whispered. “Surprise. You’ve been working too hard.” She smiled that soft, trusting smile of hers and let me walk her downstairs into the waiting black SUV.

I watched the doors close from the driveway. Two hours later the handlers dragged her out by the hair onto the gravel. That first night The Wife Breaker Institute started sending me video clips. Short, clear files dropped straight to my phone.

They stripped her under the floodlights while she sobbed and tried to cover herself. The thick steel collar locked around her throat with a sound I could almost feel through the screen. They forced her mouth open, measured how deep she could take a cock before she gagged, then measured again after they made her vomit around it, rating every retch out loud for the camera.

The clips kept coming every day. They made her crawl across concrete on a short leash clipped to her labia so each step tore and burned. Instructors used her in front of the other women, ranking her holes right into the microphone. “Still too tight”. “Still thinks she’s a person”. “Listen to the good little wife cry”.

They filmed her thanking them while they face-fucked her until snot and spit ran down her tits. At night they sent footage of her sleeping cuffed in a cage with a thick vibrating plug locked in her ass, set high enough to keep her dripping but never allowed to come. I watched every one of those clips. I jerked off to most of them.

By the third week the last scraps of the soft wife I married were gone. In the final videos she no longer begged them to stop.

She only begged to be used harder.

When I arrived to collect her, they unlocked the collar and dropped it at her feet. Rachel fell to her knees in the same gravel without a word, tongue already out, eyes empty and hungry.

I stroked her filthy, matted hair and smiled down at what was left of her.

“I like you better already,” I told her. “Now crawl to the car, slut.”

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I’m also happy to talk with the wife’s who would find their way to this institute.

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