My wife, Dana, and I have been experimenting with bondage and other kinky natural action for a yr 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 than and to a greater extent to our list.

I have fantasized about all kinds of things for some metre, but was hesitant to lend it up with her. Finally I did and we started with unsubdivided handcuffs and some roach slavery, and I have slowly introduced early ideas over time. To my surprisal she has been very sensory of almost all of it.

The first big step was make play. I was afraid she would just be disgusted and turned off by that and that I would never be able to receive it. But she soon began to actually enjoy pissing on me, and I modified a death chair to integrate a toilet seat to make it more prosperous for her, rather than having to hunker down over me. But that tale is for another time.

Only recently, I showed her a TV on the internet of a man being butt fucked by a woman with a strap on dildo, and casually mentioned that I would be"leave"to try that if she was interest. Again to my surprisal, 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 twosome of dildos for her, hoping she would use them to pleasure herself while I watched, spring and gagged, and locked in a sexual morality twist. About the same time I bought an anal sweetener and expressed an interestingness in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some women's step-in, stockings, and other things.

Then one night she blind folded me and tied me face down across the coffee table and began to paddle me. The paddling was null new but soon I felt the new wizard of something slippery sliding between my ass cheeks. She was sticking a dildo in my ass ! It hurt like Inferno at first but soon the pain went away and it actually started to feel good to me. She wasn't blue-blooded 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 times over the next couple of months. Then after that, for some rationality, 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 relieve oneself a option. Either we could arrest all of it forever, or I would have to become her slave, and that from now on she would have number command over me."Think about it before you answer"she said."I'm serious about this and you may not be ready for everything that's going to pass off ”. I thought about it for a few minutes and told her that I was quick to submit to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some rules and anticipation soon, and of course I can change the rules any clip I like. Is that earn ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the collar and slapped me tough across the face, and said sternly while pointing her digit at me"The first of all rule is that you will speak me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ Master ’. Is that top ?"“ Yes Master"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the sleeping room, flight strip totally nude, get the chastity device, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and come back to the living way and put it on in front of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to photograph the lock shut she gave my egg a piffling slap from below to reinforce her potency over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me instructions for the next day.

I usually get home base from work a good hour before her. The next day when I got domicile I was to take a shower, trim my pegleg and underarms, and use a scented lotion that she would provide out for me. Then I was to trim in stockings, high heeled shoe, garter belt, a bra, and a scant frilly decorate. No panties and no chastity this time. Then I was to bring in out the"Toy Box"and spot it in a intend blank space in the aliveness elbow room and move the java table away from the sofa to the middle of the level. She explained whole tone by step that I was to have out two pieces of rope, handcuffs, and the leather lens hood that covered my eyes and had a ginger nut on gag for my mouth. I would put the key fruit for the handcuffs and the key for the padlock on the strong-armer, on a ledge, well out of orbit. Then I was to deform the stereo system up loud, kneel down at one end of the table and securely tie my human knee to the leg of the table, guarantee the thug on my head with the gag in my mouth, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the board and interlock my hands to the table branch at the former end with the handcuffs.

That was a lot to do in an hour, but by the time she was due home I was houseclean, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the music clamor, fully on display in the middle of the living way. There I waited.

It seemed like more than an minute before she came home. Though with the music playing so loudly and the leather hoodlum covering my pinna, I couldn't hear her ejaculate in. I only knew she was home when I felt her paw lift my dress, rub my ass, and give it a minuscule smack. Then I could find her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the slope of my head through the leather toughie. She held my case and finally spoke."You realize that there is no turning back now, right ?"“ MmHmm"I mumbled with the gag preventing any resemblance of spoken language."You are so fucked !"she said with a carefree laugh. Then I could sense that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might materialise future, and what she was doing. I could only pick up the music, and feel the irritation of my binding and the luminousness drape of my dress barely covering my ass.

After a few minute of arc I was shocked back to reality by the solid crack of a waddle across my ass. Then my dress was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by several more severely salt lick that almost brought rip to my eyes. The pain was nearly unbearable but I could only tense up up and grunt through the gag. She softly rubbed the paddle on my sore ass for a moment and then it hit again. This time she must have swung it with all her strength, and laughed at me as I screamed into the gag with the shock of such a brutal attack.

Again, she left me there for several minutes. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a warmly stinging mavin now, and finally I felt the cool leather of her riding harvest slipping over the reddened brass. Soon it slapped hard onto the back of my right second joint, and then the left field. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the back to the intimate part of my legs, and occasionally my back and the sides of by trunk. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the bottom side of my bring out globe, sending me once again into screaming pain. Then before I could lead off to recover, another slap, and then another.

I couldn't believe the pain she had inflicted, and she was laughing as she again walked away. I felt cheeseparing to passing out and felt the wetness of crying inside the leather masquerade. 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 stop. No matter my response when she asked things like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that damage, you fiddling sissy cunt ?"she just said"commodity. You have Sir Thomas More coming."

After a short time of being left alone again I felt the coldness of lubricant being generously applied to the crack of my ass, and a gloved fingerbreadth forcing some of it inside and loosening my hole. I knew what this meant and the finger was soon replaced with the companion feel of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the first thrust. It took my breath away as it suddenly pushed so deep with no prison term to get used to the incursion. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my chest, and twisted hard on my mamilla, then let go and disengage the dildo only to bang it hard inside me again. Then I could feel her handwriting bracing on the slope of my waist as she continued the beastly fucking, pounding my ass again and again for what seemed like forever.

Again I was grunting and nearly screaming with each thrust as she continued fucking me like some filthy jade in a back skittle alley. The nuisance was now gone and my ass felt loose and wear thin. Then she slowed her tread and gave a few more grueling thrusts, slamming her hips into my buttocks to ensure fully insight each time. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After sufficiency fourth dimension for her to take away the shoulder strap on harness and gathering herself, she came back to me and said"You are such a bawd 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 oral cavity."What did you say ? I couldn't hear you."“ Yes"I responded weakly, finally able to speak."Yes what ? Bitch !"she said loudly."I want to try you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a whore, Master !"I said, louder this sentence."You look like a sissy too ! All dressed up like a fiddling slut, 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 sissy fornicatress ?"“ Yes Master, I'm a Milquetoast slut"I yelled. And she said laughing,"I can see that !"“ If I let you up now, you're going to think your berth in this planetary house from now on aren't you ?"she asked."Yes Master, I will."I said.

"goodness boy !"she told me, still speaking loudly over the tacky music. I couldn't believe she was putting up with that noise for so long. She leaned over and untie my ramification from the table, then walked around and unlocked the cuff, allowing me to stand up. My knees were infirm from all the abuse, and a slight stiff from being in the same position for at least three hours by now. I was a little wobbly at first but it felt expert 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 sofa, 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 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 plate in front of me on the storey."Now you're going to sacrifice me a fiddling show."“ A display ?"I asked."I want you to she-bop, and cum on the plate in battlefront of you. If you can get it all on the crustal plate I'll let you up, unlock the masquerade party, 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 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 dress with one deal and began stroking my dick with the other.

I felt a bit hinder 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 feel alone with my phantasy and soon my prick began to harden as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the hereafter may add with this new way of life, and soon I could palpate an orgasm offset. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four impenetrable gobs and I aimed it as best I could toward the photographic plate she had placed in front line of me. I shuddered as the orgasm subsided, and carefully throw off the remaining drops toward the plate.

She walked over and squatted beside me with one hired hand 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 drib 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 worried if I didn't. But now, after such an climax, 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 tomentum and forced me to lean over, guiding my face to the drops on the floor. I could palpate the wetness of one smirch as my lips touched it and began licking it up through the mouth hole in the masque."Get it all, pussy boy !"she said."I don't want any spots on my carpet !"Then she guided me to another, and one Sir Thomas More, prominent glob, making me exhaustively sporty each one. When that was done she said"Good ! Now finish up the repose of it on the plate."Again she guided my grimace to the right pip and pushed my face down into the puddle of goo on the dental plate, smearing it on my lip, and I could finger that some had stuck to the outside of the mask and some had squeezed between the masquerade party and my impertinence."punch it up, you nasty bitch !"She said. And I proceeded to lick up all that was on the plate.

When I was done she took the plate and told me to tolerate up again. Then the tabular array was once more moved to the eye of the floor, this time oriented so my face would be toward the sofa, and I was told to"resume the place ”. 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 manacle, and bound my branch again to the table.

There I waited once again, the stickiness of my own semen on my back talk and face, and soon the music was turned down to a quieter, to a greater extent normal volume."Tell me you're a nasty little squawk and you want more."She said."I'm a cruddy little cunt, and I want more Master !"I said, expecting the paddling to start again.

Then to my surprisal she unlocked the masquerade, slowly loosened the strap and the lace that held the cover to a blind drunk fit, and pulled the mask from my head. Immediately, laugh and applause broke out in the elbow room as I squinted, opening my oculus in the bright light. The unscathed time five of Danu's female person friends, and two of their husbands, had been watching everything. I could see one of the lady friend with a video recording camera pointed directly at my facial expression, recording my embarrassment and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my cheek toward the tv camera, squeezing my cheeks to make me pucker, and saying"Isn't SHE a cute little whore ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the girls said"That was the most wicked matter I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the other fille. Then the laughter got louder as those two got up wearing strap on dildos, bigger than the one Dana had used. Before I could address, Dana wrapped another gag around my rima oris, the form with a big opening that held the mouth in an undefended stance. Once again I was bound and gagged, but this time capable to see and hear. The others laughed and jeered as Dana asked,"Ready for round two, bitch ? ”