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

I have fantasized about all form of things for some time, but was hesitant to bring it up with her. Finally I did and we started with simple handcuff and some roofy thralldom, and I have slowly introduced former estimation over time. To my surprisal she has been very receptive of almost all of it.

The number one big measure was piddle play. I was afraid she would just be disgusted and turned off by that and that I would never be able to get it. But she soon began to actually bask pissing on me, and I modified a chairman to incorporate a lavatory rear to make it more comfortable for her, rather than having to squat over me. But that tarradiddle is for another time.

Only recently, I showed her a video recording on the internet of a man being butt fucked by a woman with a strap on dildo, and casually mentioned that I would be"willing"to try that if she was interested. Again to my surprise, she was spread out to it. We didn't do anything about it for a patch, 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, limit and gagged, and locked in a virtue gimmick. About the same meter I bought an anal lure and expressed an sake in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some woman'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 nil new but soon I felt the new sensation of something slippery sliding between my ass cheeks. She was sticking a dildo in my ass ! It hurt like hell at first 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 openhanded dildo, and we used that a few times over the next duet of months. Then after that, for some reason, we didn't do much of anything for a while except an occasional paddling. Even the chastity device I had bought and wore for a while was sitting in a box unused.

Then one night she told me that she had been thinking about it, and that I needed to urinate a choice. Either we could discontinue all of it forever, or I would have to turn her slave, and that from now on she would take in tally controller over me."Think about it before you answer"she said."I'm grave about this and you may not be ready for everything that's going to happen ”. I thought about it for a few minutes and told her that I was ready to posit to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some principle and expectations soon, and of course I can vary the rules any fourth dimension I like. Is that clear ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the neckband and slapped me hard across the cheek, and said sternly while pointing her finger at me"The outset linguistic rule is that you will address me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ Master ’. Is that realize ?"“ Yes Master"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the sleeping room, strip totally au naturel, get the virtue device, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and arrive back to the living elbow room and put it on in battlefront of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to click the whorl shut she gave my egg a little slap from below to reenforce her authorization over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me instructions for the adjacent day.

I usually get home from body of work a good hour before her. The future day when I got home base I was to take a exhibitor, knock off my stage and underarms, and use a sweet-scented lotion that she would allow out for me. Then I was to preen in stockings, high heeled shoes, garter rap, a bra, and a short frilly dress. No scanty and no sexual morality this prison term. Then I was to bring out the"Toy Box"and office it in a specified office in the animation room and move the coffee table away from the couch to the center of the trading floor. She explained step by step that I was to take on out two man of R-2, handcuff, and the leather hood that covered my eyes and had a snap on gag for my mouthpiece. I would put the keys 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 up loud, kneel down at one end of the table and securely tie my genu to the peg of the table, secure the hood on my capitulum with the gag in my mouthpiece, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the mesa and lock my hands to the table legs at the other end with the handcuffs.

That was a lot to do in an hour, but by the time she was due home I was clean, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the medicine blaring, fully on showing in the center of the living room. There I waited.

It seemed like more than an hour before she came home. Though with the music playacting so loud and the leather hood covering my auricle, I couldn't hear her come in. I only knew she was home when I felt her hand lift my apparel, rub my ass, and give it a little slap. Then I could finger her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the sides of my head through the leather hood. She held my grimace 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 out !"she said with a carefree laugh. Then I could sense that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might happen side by side, and what she was doing. I could only hear the music, and feel the irritation of my ski binding and the Inner Light drapery of my dress barely covering my ass.

After a few minutes I was shocked back to reality by the self-colored shot of a boat paddle across my ass. Then my apparel was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by various More strong licks that almost brought crying to my eyes. The pain was nearly unbearable but I could only tense up and oink through the gag. She softly rubbed the boat paddle on my sore ass for a consequence and then it hit again. This fourth dimension she must let swung it with all her strength, and laughed at me as I screamed into the gag with the shock of such a brute attack.

Again, she left me there for several minutes. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a warm stinging sense experience now, and finally I felt the sang-froid leather of her riding crop slipping over the reddened face. Soon it slapped hard onto the binding of my decent thigh, and then the left hand. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the rear to the internal piece of my legs, and occasionally my backrest and the sides of by torso. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the buttocks side of my give away bollock, sending me once again into screaming pain in the neck. Then before I could begin to recover, another smack, and then another.

I couldn't believe the pain she had inflicted, and she was laughing as she again walked away. I felt close to passing out and felt the wetness of rip inside the leather mask. 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 cease. No affair my reception when she asked things like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that hurt, you little cissy squawk ?"she just said"good. You have More coming."

After a suddenly metre of being left alone again I felt the coolness of lube being generously applied to the scissure of my ass, and a gloved finger forcing some of it inside and loosening my hole. I knew what this meant and the finger was soon replaced with the familiar feel of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the first push. It took my breathing place away as it suddenly pushed so trench with no metre to get used to the penetration. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my chest, and twisted hard on my nipples, then let go and move back the dildo only to mosh it hard inside me again. Then I could feel her script bracing on the side of my waistline as she continued the brutal nooky, pounding my ass again and again for what seemed the like forever.

Again I was grunting and nearly screaming with each thrust as she continued fucking me like some nasty hussy in a endorse bowling alley. The pain in the neck was now gone and my ass felt loose and worn. Then she slowed her pace and gave a few more concentrated thrusts, slamming her hips into my posterior to insure fully penetration each prison term. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After sufficiency fourth dimension for her to remove the strap on harness and gather herself, she came back to me and said"You are such a cyprian aren't you ?"“ MmmHmm"I tried to respond, 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 able to mouth."Yes what ? Bitch !"she said loudly."I want to hear you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a whore, master copy !"I said, louder this time."You look like a pantywaist too ! All dressed up like a little slovenly woman, it's no wonder you got fucked like that !"“ Are you a sissy slut ?"she asked."Yes Master !"I said."Say it all"she said."Are you a Milquetoast slut ?"“ Yes Master, I'm a sissy loose woman"I yelled. And she said laughing,"I can see that !"“ If I let you up now, you're going to think your place in this house from now on aren't you ?"she asked."Yes Master, I will."I said.

"good 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 untied my legs from the mesa, then walked around and unlocked the handcuffs, allowing me to tolerate up. My knee joint were feeble from all the abuse, and a little clay from being in the Lapp billet for at least three hours by now. I was a little wobbly at first but it felt good to stand.

She moved me to one side of the table to which I had been bound, stood me facing in the direction of the lounge, and told me to stand still. I could hear the table being moved across the floor away from where I was standing, and then she was gone again for a few min. 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 plate in straw man of me on the floor."Now you're going to give me a little show."“ A appearance ?"I asked."I want you to masturbate, and cum on the plate in strawman of you. If you can get it all on the plate I'll let you up, unlock the mask, and let you get dressed. But if you get even a drop on the floor, you'll have to lick it all up. Is that sort out ?"“ Yes lord"I said, with obvious hesitation."I make the rules here. Now get started."She said, demandingly."Yes Master."I said, as I raised my dress with one hand and began stroking my dick with the other.

I felt a bit embarrassed to do this in front of her, but she ordered it so I would do as I was told. And somehow, still being masked and unable to see made it easier for me to sense alone with my fantasies and soon my dick began to inure as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the future tense may bring with this new way of life, and soon I could sense an coming beginning. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four heavy load and I aimed it as best I could toward the plate she had placed in presence of me. I shuddered as the orgasm subsided, and carefully shook the remaining drops 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 huge gob too !"she added."But I'm afraid there are a few drops on the floor."

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

She grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to lean over, guiding my expression to the drop cloth on the floor. I could feel the wetness of one stain as my brim touched it and began licking it up through the mouth pickle in the masquerade."Get it all, pussy boy !"she said."I don't want any bit on my carpet !"Then she guided me to another, and one Sir Thomas More, with child glob, making me thoroughly clean 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 properly daub and pushed my font down into the puddle of goo on the photographic plate, smearing it on my mouth, and I could feel that some had stuck to the outside of the masquerade party and some had squeezed between the mask and my cheek."Lick it up, you nasty bitch !"She said. And I proceeded to drub up all that was on the plate.

When I was done she took the collection plate and told me to stand up again. Then the table was once more moved to the nub of the floor, this clip oriented so my case would be toward the sofa, and I was told to"summarise the view ”. 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"I said, as she replaced the handcuffs, and bound my legs again to the table.

There I waited once again, the stickiness of my own semen on my mouth and nerve, and soon the music was turned down to a quieter, more normal bulk."Tell me you're a nasty little bitch and you want more."She said."I'm a nasty little bitch, and I want more Master !"I said, expecting the paddling to start again.

Then to my surprise she unlocked the mask, slowly loosened the shoulder strap and the lace that held the back to a closely fit, and pulled the masque from my brain. Immediately, laughter and applause broke out in the room as I squinted, opening my eyes in the undimmed illumination. The hale time five of Danu's female friends, and two of their husbands, had been watching everything. I could see one of the girls with a video camera pointed directly at my nerve, recording my embarrassment and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my face toward the camera, squeezing my face to make me pucker, and saying"Isn't SHE a cute piddling bawd ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the girls said"That was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the other girls. Then the laughter got louder as those two got up wearing strap on dildos, bighearted than the one Danu had used. Before I could verbalize, Dana wrapped another gag around my backtalk, the form with a orotund possibility that held the lip in an open position. Once again I was bound and gagged, but this time able-bodied to see and hear. The others laughed and jeered as Dana asked,"Ready for stave two, bitch ? ”