Starved Beast

I made her stand with her hands high above her head while I examined her body, and why not? There was little else for me to do that morning and isn't it natural for a man to want to meditate on the natural female form?

So I studied her. She was wearing my jacket, but even so, I could see her pussy peeking out at the bottom and the inner faces of her breasts at the front for the jacket didn't close where it ought. I made her turn so that I could admire her ass, and then I asked her to turn again so that I could look at her pussy.

Soon, her arms and shoulders began to ache, and quickly they got worse until the ache became a sharp searing pain.

"How much longer?" she begged, fighting her wavering, fluttering arms.

"Until I say you can stop," I retorted, stepping forward to caress her front, my fingers tracing along her ribs. "You promised to be obedient. Remember? You're my wife. You must learn to trust me."

"I do trust you, monsieur. I have faith in you despite us having no priest or ri