My married woman, Dana, and I have been experimenting with bondage and early kinky activities for a class or two now. She is not interested in being the submissive/bottom, and I prefer that role. So with that decided from the source we have slowly added more and more to our list.

I have fantasized about all variety of thing for some time, but was hesitant to bring it up with her. Finally I did and we started with bare handcuffs and some rope bondage, and I have slowly introduced other ideas over metre. To my surprisal she has been very receptive of almost all of it.

The for the first time big tone was piss play. I was afraid she would just be disgusted and turned off by that and that I would never be able to see it. But she soon began to actually savor pissing on me, and I modified a chairman to contain a toilet seat to wee-wee it more comfortable for her, rather than having to squat over me. But that write up is for another time.

Only recently, I showed her a video on the internet of a man being butt fucked by a charwoman with a strap on dildo, and casually mentioned that I would be"willing"to try that if she was concerned. 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 brace of dildos for her, hoping she would use them to pleasure herself while I watched, spring and gagged, and locked in a chastity device. About the Saami time I bought an anal retentive hook and expressed an interest in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some cleaning lady's pantie, stockings, and former things.

Then one night she blind folded me and tied me face down across the java mesa and began to paddle me. The paddling was nothing new but soon I felt the new sensation of something slippery sliding between my ass impudence. She was sticking a dildo in my ass ! It hurt like perdition at beginning 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 metre over the adjacent brace of months. Then after that, for some reason, we didn't do much of anything for a piece except an periodic 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 make a choice. Either we could stop all of it forever, or I would have to become her hard worker, and that from now on she would experience full control over me."Think about it before you answer"she said."I'm good about this and you may not be ready for everything that's going to materialize ”. I thought about it for a few minutes and told her that I was quick to subject to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some rules and outlook soon, and of course I can change the dominion any metre I like. Is that light ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the shoe collar and slapped me hard across the face, and said sternly while pointing her finger at me"The first base rule is that you will turn to me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ professional ’. Is that clear ?"“ Yes Master"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the bedroom, landing strip totally naked, get the virtue gimmick, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and come back to the living room and put it on in nominal head of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to snap the curl shut she gave my testis a little smacking from below to reinforce her dominance over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me program line for the next day.

I usually get home from piece of work a skilful hour before her. The next day when I got home I was to take a shower, shave my stage and underarms, and use a scented lotion that she would go out out for me. Then I was to dress in stockings, high heeled horseshoe, supporter belt, a bra, and a short frilly dress. No panty and no sexual abstention this time. Then I was to bring out the"Toy Box"and place it in a specified place in the life room and propel the coffee table away from the sofa to the middle of the story. She explained footmark by footprint that I was to take on out two spell of rope, manacle, and the leather cowling that covered my centre and had a snap on gag for my backtalk. I would put the key for the manacle and the key for the padlock on the hood, on a shelf, well out of reach. Then I was to twist the stereo up loud, kneel down at one end of the tabular array and securely tie my stifle to the branch of the tabular array, secure the punk on my head with the gag in my backtalk, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the table and engage my mitt 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 domicile I was clean, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the music clamor, fully on display in the midsection of the living way. There I waited.

It seemed like Thomas More than an hr before she came home. Though with the music playing so brassy and the leather cowl covering my pinna, I couldn't hear her come in. I only knew she was habitation when I felt her hired man rear my dress, rub my ass, and give it a little smacking. Then I could feel her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the sides of my school principal through the leather hood. 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 unworried gag. Then I could sense that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might go on future, and what she was doing. I could only discover the music, and feel the discomfort of my cover and the lightness pall of my frock barely covering my ass.

After a few hour I was shocked back to realness by the solid state snap of a paddle across my ass. Then my dress was raised out of the way and draped across my down back, followed by several to a greater extent hard licks that almost brought tears to my centre. 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 bit and then it hit again. This time she must cause swung it with all her strength, and laughed at me as I screamed into the gag with the seismic disturbance of such a beastly attack.

Again, she left me there for various minutes. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a affectionate stinging aesthesis now, and finally I felt the chill leather of her riding harvest slipping over the reddened nerve. Soon it slapped hard onto the back of my flop second joint, and then the left wing. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the backbone to the privileged parts of my legs, and occasionally my spinal column and the side of meat of by torso. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the bottom side of my break balls, sending me once again into screaming pain. Then before I could get to recover, another slap, and then another.

I couldn't believe the botheration 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 stop. No matter my response when she asked affair like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that hurt, you little sissy beef ?"she just said"trade good. You have more coming."

After a little fourth dimension of being left alone again I felt the coldness of lubricator being generously applied to the tornado of my ass, and a gloved digit 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 starting time push. It took my breathing time away as it suddenly pushed so cryptic with no time to get used to the incursion. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my chest, and twist hard on my pap, then let go and withdrew the dildo only to slam it hard inside me again. Then I could feel her custody bracing on the sides of my shank as she continued the fell fucking, pounding my ass again and again for what seemed similar forever.

Again I was grunting and nearly screaming with each thrust as she continued fucking me like some filthy strumpet in a back alley. The nuisance was now gone and my ass felt loose and outwear. Then she slowed her pace and gave a few more difficult thrusts, slamming her hips into my buttocks to insure replete penetration each time. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After decent clock time for her to absent the shoulder 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 able to speak."Yes what ? Bitch !"she said loudly."I want to hear you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a whore, captain !"I said, louder this prison term."You look like a pansy too ! All dressed up like a little slut, it's no wonder you got fucked like that !"“ Are you a sissy adulteress ?"she asked."Yes Master !"I said."Say it all"she said."Are you a sissy slut ?"“ Yes master key, I'm a sissy slut"I yelled. And she said laughing,"I can see that !"“ If I let you up now, you're going to remember your place in this house 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 interference for so long. She leaned over and unchained my legs from the table, then walked around and unlocked the handlock, allowing me to put up up. My knees were weak from all the abuse, and a fiddling stiff from being in the same position for at least three hours by now. I was a piffling wobbly at low gear but it felt skilful 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 digest 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 moment. 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 collection plate in front of me on the floor."Now you're going to give me a petty show."“ A display ?"I asked."I want you to masturbate, and cum on the plate in figurehead of you. If you can get it all on the plateful I'll let you up, unlock the mask, and let you get dressed. But if you get even a drop on the level, you'll have to lick it all up. Is that clear ?"“ Yes master copy"I said, with obvious disinclination."I make the rules here. Now get started."She said, demandingly."Yes Master."I said, as I raised my frock with one helping hand and began stroking my gumshoe 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 feel alone with my fancy and soon my dick began to harden as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the future may bring with this new way of life, and soon I could palpate an orgasm rootage. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four heavy loads and I aimed it as best I could toward the plate she had placed in forepart of me. I shuddered as the orgasm subsided, and carefully shake off the remaining drop cloth toward the plate.

She walked over and squatted beside me with one hired man on my articulatio humeri."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 worried if I didn't. But now, after such an orgasm, I was no longer horny and really didn't deficiency to do this. But I had agreed to do as she said and set my brain to play along through.

She grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to angle over, guiding my face to the driblet on the floor. I could feel the wetness of one spot as my lips touched it and began licking it up through the mouth fix in the mask."Get it all, purulent boy !"she said."I don't want any stain on my carpet !"Then she guided me to another, and one more, enceinte glob, making me thoroughly clean and jerk each one. When that was done she said"estimable ! Now finish up the rest of it on the plate."Again she guided my aspect to the right spot and pushed my boldness down into the pool of goo on the dental plate, smearing it on my lips, and I could find that some had stuck to the exterior of the mask and some had squeezed between the mask and my impudence."lap it up, you nasty holler !"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 stand up again. Then the board was once to a greater extent moved to the center of the flooring, this clip oriented so my brass would be toward the lounge, and I was told to"resume the position ”. I told you that if you could get all of your short mess on the home 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 wooden leg again to the table.

There I waited once again, the stickiness of my own semen on my lips and face, and soon the music was turned down to a quieter, Thomas 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 maestro !"I said, expecting the paddling to go again.

Then to my surprise she unlocked the mask, slowly loosened the strap and the laces that held the back to a soaked fit, and pulled the mask from my caput. Immediately, laughter and applause broke out in the way as I squinted, opening my optic in the smart light. The unit sentence five of Dana's female champion, and two of their husbands, had been watching everything. I could see one of the daughter with a video photographic camera pointed directly at my face, recording my embarrassment and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my grimace toward the tv camera, squeezing my cheeks to relieve oneself me pucker, and saying"Isn't SHE a cunning fiddling bawd ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the girls said"That was the most disgusting matter 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, bigger than the one Dana had used. Before I could address, Danu wrapped another gag around my mouth, the kind with a heavy possible action that held the backtalk in an open up 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 troll two, bitch ? ”