When we first met, my future husband wanted to kiss, rub, and fuck me all of the time. I really enjoyed his attention, so I gladly let him. This continued until some time after we were married. He was older than me, and he affectionately referred to me as his private whore. Over time, he tried to get me to be more adventurous and more aggressively loving. But I didn't want to suck him off or wank him off. He would buy me sexy lingerie, but I didn't wear it because of my increasing weight. Slowly, he loved on me less and less until he stopped. He seemed to be OK, but I was still horny. One day, I walked in on him as he watch some BDSM porn. "Is this what you want?" I screamed. Then I ran out of the room crying. He is the only one who works. I wondered how I could afford to live without him. Later he came to me and told me that porn was not what he wanted. He instead wanted me to be his attractive sex slave, but he was not hot for his fat wife. When I asked what I could do, he laid out his plans. I would be his sex slave. He alone would control my diet and exercise. He would finger me, but I was not to be fucked until I became more attractive. He would control all aspects of my life. I would be whipped regularly to keep me in my place. If I agreed, I was to strip naked and put my hands behind my back. I wanted his love so badly; I quickly stripped and put my naked hands behind my back. He fastened what turned out to be padded wrist cuffs around each wrist and used small padlocks to lock them in place. Then he locked them together. I panicked when he brought out the whip. He asked if I wanted to continue. With tears in my eyes, I responded yes. He started whipping my ass, then my breasts, and then my cunt. It hurt. At first, all that I could feel was pain. Slowly, I felt my cunt getting wet. When he whipped me there, I felt an orgasm building. He must have noticed, because he stopped and pinched my clitoris with one hand while he inserted fingers from his other hand. Months of sexual frustration came crashing down on me. I leaned against him as I squirted on his hand and felt the most intense orgasm of my life. "I think that you are going to love your new life," he predicted as I just panted and nodded. When he left for work the next day, I was still naked and cuffed. He left drinks for me with straws. They were water and protein drinks. He also left a porn clip for me to watch. It played over and over. It had scenes where women had their nipples pierced. Each woman screamed as the pin was thrust through their nipple. I was getting wet just watching it. My husband came home with a bag containing the implements need to pierce a nipple. He lay them out for me to see. He also had a collar and leash, which he installed on me. He led me to our treadmill. He tied the leash to the treadmill and turned it on. I was forced to keep up with the various speeds he kept changing. Once I was fully exercised, he led my sweaty panting body into the shower and cleaned me. He put a ball gag in my mouth and led me to the table where he had left his kit. "Are you ready to have a nipple pierced?" he asked. I nodded yes. He cleaned my right breast and then pulled my nipple out with a device. "This is going to hurt badly," he warned. "Do you love me enough to take the pain?" Again I nodded yes. He shoved the pin in my tender nipple. I was hit with a searing pain and a warm intense orgasm at the same time. He removed the pin and inserted a bar nipple ring. I couldn't catch my breath. Once he was finished, he pinched my clitoris. I orgasmed violently again. He laid me down, and I think that I passed out briefly. "I had heard that some women can be trained to cum when their clitty is pinched," he commented. "Let me give you some more training." With that, he pinched my clit again. I orgasmed for him. "Good girl. I'll save the other nipple for another time." Over the next few months, I was exercised and whipped over and over. He stopped fingering me much, but I got my orgasms as he pinched my clitoris at least once a day. He left cock-sucking videos for me to watch and a dildo to practice on. Slowly, I began to change. I could take the dildo down my throat without gagging. I also slimmed down, and my body had become tight. I was still horny all of the time, but a pinch of my clitoris help to cure that. One night, he brought a pretty woman in with him. She had a tattoo kit. She inked the word "Whore" above my pussy. When she was done, they got naked. She put his dick in my mouth with instructions for me to get it ready. I did as I was told. She climbed on top of him and fucked him. When she climbed off, I had to clean her out. Then I had to lick him clean. She could see that he came back to life, so she fucked him again. This time, she dressed after I cleaned her, and she left while I was cleaning him. He grabbed me by the hair and dumped a small load down my throat. After that, he started to fuck my face regularly. All the while, he lasered my body hair until I was completely denuded of hair below the neck. I was still cuffed and had to use the bidet after my toilet. My hair was a mess, and I had no make up. My nipple and my tattoo both healed. One night, he uncuffed me. Then he had me stand while he whipped me. He was testing me to see if I would stand obediently while being whipped. I did. After that, the cuffs stayed off. I was allowed to go out to get my hair cut and styled. I put on make up and one of the sexy outfits in my closet. He had disposed of my other clothes. When I come home, he was waiting for me. He was naked this time. He bent me over and raised my short skirt. I came as soon as he entered me. I came over and over as he fucked me doggy style. I didn't say a word as he called me his slave whore. It was the best night of my life. He now fucks me regularly in my cunt, although my hand and mouth get a lot of use.