After breakfast, I took my wife to the playroom.

— I have a little surprise for you. Some husbands put chastity belts on their wives, but considering your characteristics and my goals, I decided to also use a belt, but it will be a slut's belt. I want you to be an absolute slut with an absolute lack of inhibitions. I want you to be proud of it. And in the evening, I'll bring you a suitable gift.

— For you, my love, anything you wish. I agree to everything. Just love me and don't leave me.

I fastened the belt from her jeans around my wife's waist. Then I took a hook-expander I had made and inserted it into the vagina

from the perineal side. With a cord passed through the hole in the hook's handle, I tied the hook to the belt, pulling it to the maximum. My wife squealed and even stood on her tiptoes hoping to ease the tension. It looked beautiful. A slender body arched at the waist, a protruding butt, and an opened vagina pulled towards the tailbone.

— Look in the mirror at how spectacular you look. Wow, focusing on the rear view only in the mirror, I could appreciate how much more spectacular you look like this. And what wonderful, perky little seeds standing at attention. I think I've come up with a little gift for them too.

— Yes-yes-yes, I want a gift," my wife clapped her hands.

— For you, my beloved, I'd even get a star from the sky. But for now, accept this moon.

With these words, I inserted a deflated inflatable ball into her vagina. My wife giggled. And I connected the pump and began inflating the ball. I only stopped after my wife started squealing 'ai-ai-ai' quite loudly.

— Well, that's about it. I think this will be enough for you until evening. And in the evening, a surprise awaits you.

— I will eagerly await you and your surprise. Is the surprise only for me or for Inna too?

— Everything is only for you. Inna behaved badly and didn't deserve a surprise. This will be a gift only for you, well, and to some extent for me. But now I have to go. Don't be bored.

In the evening, on the way home, I stopped by a tattoo and piercing salon for my wife's surprise. I think this will become a gift for Inna too.

At first, I wanted to get a couple of rings for the labia majora and three for the labia minora. But then I considered how it would look during my amusements and decided that three on the majora and six on the minora would be much better. The load would be distributed more evenly. And already on the way out of the salon, I remembered about the nipples. I had to go back and pondered the choice—rings or barbells. As a result, unable to come to a definitive decision, I bought both rings and barbells.

At home, I was met at the door by my smiling wife and a not very pleased Inna.

— What did you promise her? This hole is jumping around like a goat and pestering me with questions I have no answers to. She's driving me crazy, damn it.

My wife is jumping with impatience: "Did you bring my surprise? Show me!"

— Alright, my dear and beloved ones, everything in order. First, delight me with dinner, and then I'll delight you with surprises.

Both women went to the kitchen, exchanging glances.

During dinner, they didn't take their curious eyes off me, but I only smiled in response. It was amusing to see how completely different women behave completely identically when they are bursting with curiosity.

After dinner, we went to the playroom.

— And now, girls, surprise!

With a magician's gesture, I pulled a bag with piercing rings from my pocket.

You should have seen how curiosity and anticipation on their faces changed to incomprehension.

— What is this?" they said in unison.

— This is that small but very necessary surprise. Inna, fetch the alcohol, cotton wool, a syringe with Ketanol, and the blood transfusion system.

As I voiced the list of necessary items, Inna's eyebrows crept upward. But she didn't ask questions, just snorted and went to the medicine cabinet.

My wife, however, jumped up to me and tried to see what was in the little bag.

— This is jewelry for your hole. And your nipples won't be left unattended either.

— Do you want to tie strings to these rings and stretch my lips apart? I'm not against it, of course, but why aren't they gold? I want them to be gold.

— You're my little capricious one. Did you really think I'd begrudge you gold rings? You deserve the best, but gold is not possible. They oxidize, even if not significantly. These are made of surgical steel, safe. When the piercings heal, I'll replace the simple balls with colorful gemstones, beautiful ones.

— Well, okay. I agree.

— Now I have a question for you—will you endure the piercings or with anesthesia?

— It must be very painful to pierce in such sensitive places, right?

— I'm not insisting, but from all the piercing videos I've seen, almost all were without anesthesia.

— Well, let's try and then decide.

By this time, Inna had already laid out everything necessary on the table near the sofa.

I laid my wife across the sofa so that her butt was slightly hanging off, spread her legs wide apart, and tied them to the sofa legs.

And then I remembered that I had left my wife with the slut's belt and her vagina filled.

— We-ell, either I misunderstood something, or how am I to understand this? Where is what should be here?

My wife flinched and tried to curl up.

— I wanted to go to the toilet and asked Inna to free me. And then you came and I forgot.

— Well then, we'll treat your forgetfulness. Anesthesia is canceled.

— No-o-o. I won't do it again.

— Less? Let me think for now.

I glanced at my wife's perineum. Between the spread labia, a tunnel of flesh going deep inside was visible. Running my palm over the perineum, I felt the softness of the labia and the entrance of the vagina and the space between the holes. Inserting four fingers at the very entrance of the vagina, I hooked a fold of skin from the perineal side like a hook and pulled, stretching the perineum and opening the vaginal orifice. The perineum was soft and pliable. I pulled it back about 10 centimeters, and the vagina began to look like a galosh.

— What a delight. I adore this elasticity. I think I've decided what will be in the nipples. An extra pair of rings will be not at all superfluous in this place. And so, ladies, where shall we begin? Nipples or lips? Lips or nipples? I see confusion in your eyes. So, we'll toss a coin. Heads—nipples, tails—lips, and if it lands on edge, then the nose. Or ears. And if it hangs in the air, then the piercing is canceled.

The women smiled, but somewhat bewilderedly. I had to toss the coin. It came up tails.

— So, ladies, by popular demand, we begin the numerous piercing of the pussy. And we'll start with the minor circle. The circle may be minor, but the labia minora at our disposal are by no means small. Our efforts weren't in vain. I adore these hanging pieces of meat.

And while I was entertaining—distracting the women's attention from my hands—I estimated that the distance between the rings would be about a finger's width. Without warning, in one motion, I pierced the right labia minora. My wife squealed.

— Calm, only calm. You've just lost your virginity once again. For this, you are awarded this little ring.

I struggled to push the ring through the puncture. I deliberately took rings slightly thicker than the needle in the blood transfusion system. Fitting tightly, it won't let blood flow, and in the future, it will be possible to switch to thicker and heavier rings more quickly. Since my wife will have to constantly wear weights on these rings, the holes will stretch fairly quickly, as the minimum load per ring is planned at 200 grams with the prospect of increasing to 2 kg per ring.

With the next puncture, my wife squealed louder and longer, and Inna had to cover her mouth with her hand.

— She'll alarm all the neighbors like this.

— Well, we have two ways to keep her from making noise. Choose which one you prefer.

Inna took a gag in the form of an inflatable dildo, approached my wife, then tossed it aside and decisively sat down on my wife's face with her vagina.

— And just try to bite me. Work your tongue, hole. Keep it in my cunt all the time, hole.

With each puncture, my wife's cries became longer. But Inna's vagina served as a good muffler. Inna was moving her vagina more and more actively over my wife's face—"I never thought screaming into a cunt could be so arousing."

After installing 12 rings on the labia minora and a couple on the space between them from the perineal side, I seemed to have exhausted my wife's endurance limit. When I tried to pierce a labia majora, my wife screamed. And although Inna's vagina muffled the scream, it was still audible. I decided to give the lips a break and moved to the nipples. To not overly prolong the painful procedure, I took two needles and made the punctures in the nipples, two in two seconds. My wife, trying to scream after the first puncture, seemed to choke on the second puncture, and she couldn't manage to scream. But in her attempts to free herself, she brought Inna to orgasm. And Inna flooded my wife's entire face with her vaginal fluid; my wife choked and started coughing.

When Inna freed my wife's face, she looked very interesting with her face wet from mucus and tears. I asked Inna to photograph my wife with this makeup.

— Well, ladies, we only have 3 rings left in the majora, and today's plan will be completed.

My wife started crying—"I can't take it anymore, it hurts, no more."

— Well, my dear, if not now, then later it will hurt again, but this way everything will end today. And it will heal all at once. Now I'll give you a little injection, and the pain will go away." While I was injecting the anesthetic into the base of the labia majora, my wife tried to endure it, and after five minutes the pain subsided, and my wife relaxed and even wanted to see the result for which she had endured all this.

She examined her perineum in the mirror, touched the rings, and even pulled her lips by the rings and agreed that it was worth it. And then quite calmly allowed me to make the punctures in the labia majora.

— Well, all the suffering is over. You can admire your beauty. Sex, however, will have to be avoided for a couple of weeks, but your hole won't be neglected. We'll work on your internal volume for now. And the ball with the pump will help us with that. You'll wear the ball in your vagina constantly, taking it out only for hygiene procedures, and I'll periodically pump it up. Your maximum task at this stage is to stretch so that the ball, when fully inflated, pops out of you on its own.

— Is that possible? And why is that needed?

— We will strive for this, and you must try. I want your vagina to be the very best in the whole world. I want your vagina to be constantly open and unable to hold anything inside. I can literally see it in reality—a hole surrounded by a curtain of dangling labia, and when you lie down, the lips sink into your giant hole across the entire perineum, the biggest hole in the world. Become a star!

— You told it in such a way that I wanted it myself!

— And that's right. You're such a darling and a clever girl. The wider your hole, the more I love you. Be my star, a black cosmic hole. I love you.

A fanatical spark ignited in my wife's eyes. Just give her a direction, and with her perseverance and determination, she'll move mountains. Or, as in this case, tear her cunt and be happy.

— And now show me how well you've trained your throat.

My first thought when I came to was—good thing I'm lying down; standing, my legs wouldn't have held me, I could have fallen and killed myself.

When I started breathing fully, I heard Inna inhale—"Wow, she really let you get fucked in the throat. I already thought you were dying. Got scared, to be honest."

My wife looked at me with a smile and pride, but a question was in her eyes—well, how was I?

And with a clear conscience, I expressed my delight to her. My wife simply glowed with happiness from my praise.

— Well, now you can go take a bath with a clear conscience, then treat the punctures with antiseptic and apply the ointment. And go to bed, you've earned good dreams.

When my wife left, Inna dared to ask: "And why are you babying that hole? You could order her, force her to do what you need. She's already a broken hole. The next stage for her is being a street whore under a fence. I don't understand."

— Oh, Inna, you don't understand anything about beautiful maritime life. Yes, I could do anything with her; we've already turned her almost into a thing. But... it's much more interesting to me that she herself, consciously, turns into a useless hole, that she herself realizes she's a whore and is proud of it. That she's proud of being a useless hole ready to do anything asked of her. But there's another circumstance. The more we destroy her, the more I like her. Her selflessness is captivating. And if, for example, tomorrow she herself turns her uterus inside out and presents it to me as a gift, then I would be ready to marry her a second time. That's the kind of chaos it is.

Inna looked at me with a stunned expression, her mouth slightly open.

— Surprised? I'm in shock myself. And I also remembered that I always wanted exactly such a girlfriend or wife, and now I have her. And it's good that I have you too, otherwise I probably would have gone crazy trying to stretch her cunt over my head.

Inna hugged me and, murmuring something, kissed me and stroked my head. Sitting in a rider's position, she slowly rocked, caressing me, giving calm and peace. So unhurriedly, we came to orgasm simultaneously. And hugging, we fell asleep.

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