It was their five year wedding anniversary. Her husband had taken her out to an incredible restaurant by the beach, and while the sun dripped into the dark-hued sea, they shared a bottle of wine and talked all night about how great the last five years had been.
They brought another bottle home with them, eager to keep the night going for as long as possible. At home they sat on the couch facing each other, glasses of wine in hand, and looked into each other’s eyes.
"You look beautiful tonight." The husband said. The wife could see the deep love and affection welled up in his dark orbs.
"I wish I could see myself the way you see me," the wife sighed wistfully.
"Would you really like that?" Said the husband as he brushed a piece of her hair from her cheek.
She smiled. He was so sweet and tender.
"Yes," she said.
Suddenly, he was up off the couch and had left the room.
"Honey?" She called out confused.
He was back and in his hand was the leash and collar that was normally for the dog. He snapped it around her neck.
"What the fuck?" She asked, but was interrupted when he yanked the leash, pulling her off the couch and spilling the wine onto the floor.
She wanted to scream at him, but he was walking brusquely to the bedroom and it was all she could do to keep up, running on all fours like a dog.
When they got to the bedroom, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her onto the bed. From somewhere under the bed, he pulled out a chord of rope.
The wife was in full on survival mode, but her husband’s strength and her own inability to grasp his sudden change in behavior, made the end inevitable, and soon she was tied down completely to the bed.
Her arms were tied tightly behind her back, pulling her shoulder blades back uncomfortably, and her legs pulled up and tied to her thighs. A noose went around her neck that attached to the bottom of the bedframe, pinning her head to the end of the bed.
"Why are you doing this?" She cried.
"I wanted to show you how I really see you?" Asked the husband. He sounded confused that she would ask such a silly question. He took her lipstick and wrote slut on her forehead.
He kept her there for the next 48 hours while he used her mouth. She just stared at him in sullen anger while his cock violently pushed past her gag reflex. Eventually, he grunted and shot cum on her face.
He untied her and put on her collar, then he lead her to her new room, a kennel in the corner. He put a plug in her ass and a vibrating egg in her pussy. Then he wiped his dick off on her hair.
It was the last of their wedding anniversaries, but it would be the start of her first slave anniversary.