My wife, Dana, and I have been experimenting with thralldom and other kinky bodily process for a year or two now. She is not interested in being the submissive/bottom, and I prefer that role. So with that decided from the beginning we have slowly added more and more than to our list.

I have fantasized about all kind of affair for some metre, but was hesitant to convey it up with her. Finally I did and we started with wide-eyed handcuffs and some rope thrall, and I have slowly introduced other musical theme over time. To my surprise she has been very open of almost all of it.

The first big step was pee-pee play. I was afraid she would just be disgusted and turned off by that and that I would never be capable to know it. But she soon began to actually bask pissing on me, and I modified a death chair to incorporate a toilet seat to gain it more well-fixed for her, rather than having to squat over me. But that news report is for another time.

Only recently, I showed her a video on the internet of a man being butt fucked by a adult female with a strap on dildo, and casually mentioned that I would be"willing"to try that if she was concern. Again to my surprise, she was open to it. We didn't do anything about it for a while, and hadn't bought a harness, but I had bought a couple of dildos for her, hoping she would use them to pleasure herself while I watched, bounds and gagged, and locked in a chastity device. About the same time I bought an anal hook and expressed an interest in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some women's scanty, stockings, and other things.

Then one night she blind folded me and tied me face down across the coffee bean table and began to paddle me. The paddling was naught new but soon I felt the new sense impression of something slippery sliding between my ass impudence. She was sticking a dildo in my ass ! It hurt like hell at number 1 but soon the pain went away and it actually started to feel good to me. She wasn't gentle with it either, but I found that I liked the feeling of being abused that way. I soon bought a strap on harness, and a bigger dildo, and we used that a few meter over the side by side twosome of months. Then after that, for some cause, we didn't do much of anything for a while except an occasional paddling. Even the sexual abstention device I had bought and wore for a patch was sitting in a box unused.

Then one night she told me that she had been thinking about it, and that I needed to piss a option. Either we could stop all of it forever, or I would have to become her striver, and that from now on she would ingest summate control over me."Think about it before you answer"she said."I'm grave about this and you may not be fix for everything that's going to come about ”. I thought about it for a few hour and told her that I was make to submit to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some principle and expectations soon, and of line I can change the rules any time I like. Is that clear ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the catch and slapped me backbreaking across the boldness, and said sternly while pointing her finger's breadth at me"The first principle is that you will address me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ Master ’. Is that shed light on ?"“ Yes Master"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the sleeping room, strip totally naked, get the chastity twist, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and come back to the keep room and put it on in front of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to bust the lock shut she gave my balls a little smacking from below to reenforce her dominance over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me instruction for the next day.

I usually get menage from study a good hour before her. The next day when I got home plate I was to take a shower, trim my wooden leg and underarms, and use a sweet-smelling lotion that she would bequeath out for me. Then I was to clip in stockings, high heeled shoes, garter belt, a bra, and a short frilly dress. No panties and no chastity this time. Then I was to bring out the"Toy Box"and place it in a delineate station in the living room and motivate the coffee table away from the sofa to the middle of the floor. She explained stride by step that I was to carry out two firearm of rope, cuff, and the leather hood that covered my middle and had a pushover on gag for my oral cavity. I would put the Key for the handcuffs and the key for the padlock on the hood, on a ledge, well out of reach. Then I was to turn the stereo system up loud, kneel down at one end of the table and securely tie my knees to the pegleg of the table, secure the hood on my pass with the gag in my mouth, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the board and lock my workforce to the mesa legs at the other end with the handcuffs.

That was a lot to do in an time of day, but by the time she was due household I was clean, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the music din, fully on presentation in the eye of the aliveness room. There I waited.

It seemed like more than an hour before she came home. Though with the music playing so loud and the leather hood covering my spike, I couldn't hear her cum in. I only knew she was menage when I felt her mitt vacate my dress, rub my ass, and give it a little slap. Then I could feel her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the slope of my head through the leather exhaust hood. She held my face and finally spoke."You realize that there is no turning back now, right ?"“ MmHmm"I mumbled with the gag preventing any resemblance of speech."You are so make love !"she said with a happy-go-lucky laugh. Then I could smell that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might materialise next, and what she was doing. I could only hear the medicine, and feel the discomfort of my bindings and the light drape of my dress barely covering my ass.

After a few minutes I was shocked back to reality by the square crack of a paddle across my ass. Then my dress was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by various more intemperately poke that almost brought tears to my eyes. The nuisance was nearly intolerable but I could only tense up and grunt through the gag. She softly rubbed the paddle on my sore ass for a moment and then it hit again. This prison term she must have swung it with all her forte, and laughed at me as I screamed into the gag with the daze of such a brutal attack.

Again, she left me there for several arcminute. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a quick stinging sense now, and finally I felt the cool down leather of her riding harvest slipping over the reddened cheeks. Soon it slapped hard onto the cover of my properly second joint, and then the left wing. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the back to the inner voice of my legs, and occasionally my backrest and the sides of by torso. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the bottom side of my debunk egg, sending me once again into screaming pain. Then before I could begin to recover, another smack, and then another.

I couldn't believe the painfulness she had inflicted, and she was laughing as she again walked away. I felt shut down to passing out and felt the wetness of weeping inside the leather masquerade party. I had asked for this, but was wondering if she might be going too far.

Masked and gagged as I was I had no way to ask her to block up. No matter my reception when she asked things like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that hurt, you small sissy bitch ?"she just said"goodness. You have more coming."

After a unretentive metre of being left alone again I felt the iciness of lubricant being generously applied to the crack of my ass, and a gloved fingerbreadth forcing some of it inside and loosening my maw. I knew what this meant and the fingerbreadth was soon replaced with the familiar feel of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the first gear button. It took my breath away as it suddenly pushed so deeply with no sentence to get used to the insight. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my thorax, and twisted hard on my nipple, then let go and withdrew the dildo only to slam it hard inside me again. Then I could find her hands bracing on the sides of my waist as she continued the beastly fuck, pounding my ass again and again for what seemed alike forever.

Again I was grunting and nearly screaming with each thrust as she continued fucking me like some lousy loose woman in a stake bowling alley. The botheration was now gone and my ass felt loose and endure. Then she slowed her pace and gave a few Sir Thomas More hard thrusts, slamming her hips into my buttocks to ensure wax insight each time. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After enough time for her to dispatch the strap on harness and gather herself, she came back to me and said"You are such a whore aren't you ?"“ MmmHmm"I tried to reply, still tightly bound and gagged. She reached around and unsnapped the gag, and pulled it from my mouth."What did you say ? I couldn't hear you."“ Yes"I responded weakly, finally capable to mouth."Yes what ? gripe !"she said loudly."I want to get wind you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a cocotte, overlord !"I said, louder this time."You look like a Milquetoast too ! All dressed up like a little slut, it's no admiration you got fucked like that !"“ Are you a sissy slut ?"she asked."Yes Master !"I said."Say it all"she said."Are you a sissified slut ?"“ Yes Master, I'm a sissified slut"I yelled. And she said laughing,"I can see that !"“ If I let you up now, you're going to commemorate your place in this mansion from now on aren't you ?"she asked."Yes schoolmaster, I will."I said.

"commodity boy !"she told me, still speaking loudly over the loud music. I couldn't believe she was putting up with that noise for so long. She leaned over and loosen my wooden leg from the tabular array, then walked around and unlocked the manacle, allowing me to stand up. My knees were weak from all the vilification, and a piffling cadaver from being in the same post for at least three hour by now. I was a minuscule wobbly at first base but it felt practiced to stand.

She moved me to one English of the tabular array to which I had been bound, stood me facing in the way of the sofa, and told me to stand still. I could hear the board being moved across the floor away from where I was standing, and then she was gone again for a few minutes. I stood there as she ordered, and waited, wondering what might be next.

Soon she returned and told me to kneel down. I did as I was told, and she told me that she was putting a scale in front of me on the trading floor."Now you're going to open me a short show."“ A show ?"I asked."I want you to masturbate, and cum on the plate in front of you. If you can get it all on the scale I'll let you up, unlock the mask, and let you get dressed. But if you get even a drop-off on the floor, you'll have to puzzle out it all up. Is that clear ?"“ Yes Master"I said, with obvious hesitation."I make the dominion here. Now get started."She said, demandingly."Yes Master."I said, as I raised my clothes with one paw and began stroking my dick with the other.

I felt a bit abashed to do this in straw man of her, but she ordered it so I would do as I was told. And somehow, still being masked and ineffectual to see made it prosperous for me to feel alone with my fantasy and soon my gumshoe began to season as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the future tense may bring in with this new way of life story, and soon I could feel an orgasm offset. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four heavy scads and I aimed it as best I could toward the photographic plate she had placed in front of me. I shuddered as the sexual climax subsided, and carefully shook the remaining drop-off toward the plate.

She walked over and squatted beside me with one handwriting on my shoulder."You did very well !"she said."Almost all of it went on the plate, and it's a immense gob too !"she added."But I'm afraid there are a few drops on the floor."

As I was horny and masturbating, the thought of licking up my cum didn't seem too bad. I hoped I would get it all on the plate, but wasn't too vex if I didn't. But now, after such an sexual climax, I was no thirster horny and really didn't want to do this. But I had agreed to do as she said and set my psyche to follow through.

She grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to slant over, guiding my fount to the drops on the base. I could feel the wetness of one spot as my lips touched it and began licking it up through the mouth gob in the mask."Get it all, pussy boy !"she said."I don't want any spots on my carpet !"Then she guided me to another, and one more, with child glob, making me thoroughly pick each one. When that was done she said"Good ! Now finish up the rest of it on the plate."Again she guided my face to the right spot and pushed my case down into the puddle of goo on the plate, smearing it on my backtalk, and I could feel that some had stuck to the outside of the mask and some had squeezed between the mask and my buttock."Lick it up, you nasty bitch !"She said. And I proceeded to cream up all that was on the plate.

When I was done she took the plate and told me to digest up again. Then the table was once to a greater extent moved to the center of the floor, this time oriented so my boldness would be toward the sofa, and I was told to"summarise the side ”. I told you that if you could get all of your little mess on the plate I would let you go."She said."But you missed, didn't you ?"“ Yes master key"I said, as she replaced the handcuff, and bound my legs again to the table.

There I waited once again, the stickiness of my own seed on my brim and boldness, and soon the euphony was turned down to a quieter, more normal book."Tell me you're a awful niggling bitch and you want more."She said."I'm a filthy little bitch, and I want more Master !"I said, expecting the paddling to jump again.

Then to my surprise she unlocked the mask, slowly loosened the strap and the laces that held the back to a tight fit, and pulled the masquerade from my head. Immediately, laughter and applause broke out in the room as I squinted, opening my eyes in the vivid Christ Within. The all time five of Dana's female friends, and two of their husbands, had been watching everything. I could see one of the girl with a telecasting television camera pointed directly at my face, recording my overplus and humiliation.

Danu came over and held my face toward the photographic camera, squeezing my cheeks to attain me pucker, and saying"Isn't SHE a cute short whore ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the girls said"That was the most loathly affair I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the other girl. Then the laughter got louder as those two got up wearing strap on dildos, bigger than the one Dana had used. Before I could speak, Dana wrapped another gag around my mouth, the form with a large opening that held the mouth in an loose position. Once again I was bound and gagged, but this time able-bodied to see and hear. The others laughed and jeered as Danu asked,"Ready for round two, bitch ? ”