My wife, Dana, and I have been experimenting with bondage and early kinky activities for a year or two now. She is not matter to in being the submissive/bottom, and I prefer that use. So with that decided from the source we have slowly added Thomas More and more to our list.

I have fantasized about all variety of things for some time, but was hesitant to get it up with her. Finally I did and we started with simple handcuff and some rope slavery, and I have slowly introduced other thought over time. To my surprisal she has been very receptive of almost all of it.

The first big step was piss turn. I was afraid she would just be disgusted and turned off by that and that I would never be able to experience it. But she soon began to actually enjoy pissing on me, and I modified a chair to integrate a toilet can to realize it more comfortable for her, rather than having to squat over me. But that story is for another time.

Only recently, I showed her a video on the internet of a man being butt fucked by a womanhood with a shoulder strap on dildo, and casually mentioned that I would be"unforced"to try that if she was interested. Again to my surprisal, she was opened 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, edge and gagged, and locked in a sexual morality gimmick. About the same fourth dimension I bought an anal hook and expressed an interest group in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some women's step-in, stockings, and former 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 cipher new but soon I felt the new aesthesis 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 sensation went away and it actually started to feel honest to me. She wasn't entitle 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 prison term over the adjacent couple of month. Then after that, for some reason, we didn't do much of anything for a patch except an periodic paddling. Even the chastity twist 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 make a choice. Either we could stop all of it forever, or I would have to get her striver, and that from now on she would have entire command over me."Think about it before you answer"she said."I'm dangerous about this and you may not be set up for everything that's going to fall out ”. I thought about it for a few moment and told her that I was ready to relegate to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some rules and arithmetic mean soon, and of course I can change the convention any time I like. Is that clear-cut ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the collar and slapped me hard across the face, and said sternly while pointing her finger at me"The first rule is that you will address me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ Master ’. Is that clear ?"“ Yes headmaster"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the bedroom, funnies totally bare, get the chastity device, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and fare back to the living way and put it on in front of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to shoot the curl shut she gave my clump a trivial slap from below to reward her dominance over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me instructions for the side by side day.

I usually get home from employment a trade good hour before her. The adjacent day when I got base I was to hire a shower, shave my leg and underarms, and use a scented application that she would leave out for me. Then I was to coiffe in stockings, mellow heeled skid, garter smash, 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 specified station in the aliveness room and move the coffee bean table away from the sofa to the eye of the floor. She explained stone's throw by step that I was to take out two pieces of rope, handlock, and the leather hood that covered my eyes and had a snap on gag for my mouth. I would put the keys for the handcuffs and the key for the padlock on the tough, on a shelf, well out of range. Then I was to turn the stereoscopic photograph up loud, kneel down at one end of the table and securely tie my knees to the legs of the mesa, secure the hood on my head with the gag in my rima oris, 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 time of day, but by the prison term she was due plate I was scavenge, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the music blaring, fully on display in the center of the livelihood room. There I waited.

It seemed like more than an 60 minutes before she came home. Though with the euphony performing so loud and the leather lens hood covering my ear, I couldn't hear her seminal fluid in. I only knew she was home when I felt her script lift my garb, rub my ass, and leave it a piddling slap. Then I could sense her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the incline of my headspring through the leather goon. She held my human 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 fucked !"she said with a carefree laugh. Then I could smell that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might go on next, and what she was doing. I could only find out the music, and sense the discomfort of my bindings and the light drape of my frock barely covering my ass.

After a few minutes I was shocked back to reality by the unanimous crack of a coggle across my ass. Then my frock was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by several to a greater extent strong biff that almost brought tears to my centre. The annoyance 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 present moment and then it hit again. This fourth dimension she must feature swung it with all her strength, and laughed at me as I screamed into the gag with the daze of such a brutish attack.

Again, she left me there for respective minute. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a warm stinging hotshot now, and finally I felt the cool leather of her riding crop slipping over the reddened face. Soon it slapped hard onto the back of my right thigh, and then the left. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the vertebral column to the inner parts of my pegleg, and occasionally my back and the slope of by torso. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the bottom face of my exposed balls, sending me once again into screaming pain. Then before I could set about to recover, another smacking, and then another.

I couldn't believe the pain in the neck she had inflicted, and she was laughing as she again walked away. I felt close to passing out and felt the wetness of tears 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 hold back. No affair my response when she asked things like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that injury, you slight pansy kick ?"she just said"good. You have more than coming."

After a shortsighted sentence of being left alone again I felt the coolness of lubricant being generously applied to the crack of my ass, and a gloved finger's breadth forcing some of it inside and loosening my cakehole. 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 energy. It took my breath away as it suddenly pushed so bass with no clock time to get used to the penetration. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my chest, and distort hard on my nipples, then let go and withdrew the dildo only to mosh it hard inside me again. Then I could feel her men bracing on the side of my shank as she continued the brutal screw, pounding my ass again and again for what seemed care forever.

Again I was grunting and nearly screaming with each driving force as she continued fucking me like some filthy slut in a back bowling alley. The painful sensation was now gone and my ass felt loose and worn. Then she slowed her tempo and gave a few more knockout drive, slamming her rose hip into my buns to see full penetration each time. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After enough clock time for her to remove 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 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 talk."Yes what ? Bitch !"she said loudly."I want to hear you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a bawd, superior !"I said, louder this time."You look like a sissy too ! All dressed up like a little 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 emasculate slovenly woman ?"“ Yes skipper, I'm a sissy hussy"I yelled. And she said laughing,"I can see that !"“ If I let you up now, you're going to recollect your space in this household from now on aren't you ?"she asked."Yes master key, 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 branch from the mesa, then walked around and unlocked the handlock, allowing me to stand up. My genu were weak from all the vilification, and a fiddling stiff from being in the same position for at least three minute by now. I was a little wobbly at firstly but it felt good to stand.

She moved me to one side of meat of the table to which I had been bound, stood me facing in the counseling of the lounge, and told me to brook still. I could hear the board being moved across the story 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 plateful in presence of me on the base."Now you're going to give me a little show."“ A show ?"I asked."I want you to masturbate, and cum on the home plate in figurehead of you. If you can get it all on the home 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 thrash it all up. Is that brighten ?"“ 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 garb with one hand and began stroking my hawkshaw with the other.

I felt a bit embarrassed to do this in nominal head 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 easier for me to feel alone with my fantasies and soon my dick began to harden as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the future may bestow with this new way of life, and soon I could sense an coming outset. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four sullen loads and I aimed it as best I could toward the home plate she had placed in front of me. I shuddered as the orgasm subsided, and carefully shake the remaining drops toward the plate.

She walked over and squatted beside me with one hand on my shoulder."You did very well !"she said."Almost all of it went on the home plate, and it's a immense gob too !"she added."But I'm afraid there are a few pearl 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 orgasm, I was no longer horny and really didn't wishing to do this. But I had agreed to do as she said and set my mind to adopt through.

She grabbed the backrest of my hair and forced me to tilt over, guiding my cheek to the drops on the storey. I could feel the wetness of one pip as my lips touched it and began licking it up through the mouth mess in the masquerade."Get it all, pussy boy !"she said."I don't want any maculation on my rug !"Then she guided me to another, and one More, orotund glob, making me exhaustively clean each one. When that was done she said"Good ! Now finish up the rest of it on the plate."Again she guided my look to the right smirch and pushed my face down into the puddle of goo on the home plate, smearing it on my lips, and I could feel that some had stuck to the outside of the masque and some had squeezed between the mask and my buttock."Lick it up, you nasty backbite !"She said. And I proceeded to solve up all that was on the plate.

When I was done she took the plate and told me to place upright up again. Then the table was once more moved to the nerve centre of the flooring, this time oriented so my font would be toward the sofa, and I was told to"resume the position ”. I told you that if you could get all of your slight 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 pegleg again to the table.

There I waited once again, the stickiness of my own ejaculate on my lip and boldness, and soon the medicine was turned down to a quieter, more normal volume."Tell me you're a smutty little kick and you want more."She said."I'm a smutty piddling bitch, and I want more master copy !"I said, expecting the paddling to bulge out again.

Then to my surprisal she unlocked the mask, slowly loosened the strap and the laces that held the back to a miserly fit, and pulled the masque from my head. Immediately, laugh and applause broke out in the way as I squinted, opening my eyes in the bright brightness. The whole time five of Dana's distaff friends, and two of their hubby, had been watching everything. I could see one of the miss with a telecasting camera pointed directly at my brass, recording my embarrassment and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my nerve toward the camera, squeezing my cheeks to attain me pucker, and saying"Isn't SHE a cute little woman of the street ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the missy said"That was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the early girls. Then the laughter got louder as those two got up wearing strap on dildos, bounteous than the one Dana had used. Before I could speak, Danu wrapped another gag around my rima oris, the kind with a magnanimous opening that held the mouth in an opened perspective. Once again I was bound and gagged, but this time capable to see and discover. The others laughed and jeered as Dana asked,"Ready for bout two, bitch ? ”