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

I have fantasized about all sort of things for some time, but was hesitant to bring it up with her. Finally I did and we started with simple manacle and some rope bondage, and I have slowly introduced early thought over prison term. To my surprisal she has been very sensory of almost all of it.

The first big step was piss play. 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 delight pissing on me, and I modified a chair to incorporate a toilet seat to cook it more well-fixed for her, rather than having to squat over me. But that tale is for another time.

Only recently, I showed her a video 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 matter to. Again to my surprise, she was subject to it. We didn't do anything about it for a while, and hadn't bought a harness, but I had bought a dyad of dildos for her, hoping she would use them to pleasure herself while I watched, bound and gagged, and locked in a chastity device. About the same prison term I bought an anal hook and expressed an interestingness in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some womanhood's panties, stockings, and early things.

Then one nighttime she blind folded me and tied me face down across the coffee tabular array and began to paddle me. The paddling was nothing new but soon I felt the new champion of something slippery sliding between my ass cheeks. She was sticking a dildo in my ass ! It hurt like blaze at number 1 but soon the nuisance 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 shoulder 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 intellect, we didn't do much of anything for a piece except an occasional paddling. Even the chastity gimmick I had bought and wore for a while was sitting in a box unused.

Then one dark she told me that she had been thinking about it, and that I needed to take a leak a option. Either we could stop all of it forever, or I would have to become her slave, and that from now on she would take total control 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 hap ”. I thought about it for a few minutes and told her that I was ready to pass on to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some pattern and prospect soon, and of course of instruction I can change the rules any fourth dimension I like. Is that exculpate ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the collar and slapped me gruelling across the fount, and said sternly while pointing her finger at me"The offset rule is that you will treat me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ Master ’. Is that clear ?"“ Yes Master"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the bedchamber, funnies totally naked, get the chastity twist, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and come up back to the living room and put it on in front of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to snarl the lock shut she gave my balls a little slap from below to reinforce her laterality over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me instructions for the succeeding day.

I usually get home from employment a good hour before her. The next day when I got home I was to learn a shower, shave my peg and underarms, and use a scented lotion that she would leave out for me. Then I was to cut back in stockings, in high spirits heeled shoes, garter belt, a bra, and a short frilly clothes. No panties and no chastity this sentence. Then I was to bring out the"Toy Box"and position it in a specified place in the sustenance room and move the coffee table away from the sofa to the middle of the floor. She explained step by step that I was to direct out two part of rope, handcuff, and the leather bonnet that covered my eyes and had a snap on gag for my mouthpiece. I would put the keys for the manacle 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 tabular array and securely tie my knees to the branch of the board, stop up the hood on my head with the gag in my backtalk, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the table and lock my hand to the table stage at the former end with the handcuffs.

That was a lot to do in an hour, but by the fourth dimension she was due home I was clean, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the music blare, fully on display in the heart of the living way. There I waited.

It seemed like More than an hour before she came home. Though with the euphony playing so trashy and the leather lens hood covering my capitulum, I couldn't hear her come in. I only knew she was base when I felt her hand lift my clothes, 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 head through the leather bonnet. She held my side and finally spoke."You realize that there is no turning back now, right ?"“ MmHmm"I mumbled with the gag preventing any resemblance of speech communication."You are so make love !"she said with a harum-scarum laugh. Then I could sense that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might happen adjacent, and what she was doing. I could only hear the music, and feel the discomfort of my bindings and the light mantle of my dress barely covering my ass.

After a few minutes I was shocked back to realism by the solid whirl of a paddle across my ass. Then my frock was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by several more hard licks that almost brought weeping to my eyes. The pain was nearly unbearable but I could only tense up up and oink through the gag. She softly rubbed the boat paddle on my sore ass for a moment and then it hit again. This prison term she must have swung it with all her strength, and laughed at me as I screamed into the gag with the blow of such a beastly attack.

Again, she left me there for several minutes. The bother from the paddling had subsided to a warm up stinging aesthesis now, and finally I felt the sang-froid leather of her riding craw slipping over the reddened cheeks. Soon it slapped hard onto the back of my right second joint, and then the left. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the backrest to the inner region of my legs, and occasionally my back and the sides of by torso. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the bottom side of my unwrap balls, sending me once again into screaming pain. Then before I could start 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 close to passing out and felt the wetness of snag 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 finish. No affair my response when she asked things like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that suffering, you little cissy bitch ?"she just said"good. You have Sir Thomas More coming."

After a curtly clip of being left alone again I felt the coldness of lubricant being generously applied to the crevice of my ass, and a gloved finger forcing some of it inside and loosening my maw. I knew what this meant and the finger was soon replaced with the intimate flavor of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the low push. It took my breath away as it suddenly pushed so deep with no metre to get used to the penetration. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my breast, and wind hard on my nipple, 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 beastly fuck, pounding my ass again and again for what seemed like forever.

Again I was grunting and nearly screaming with each jab as she continued fucking me like some cruddy fornicatress in a back up alley. The pain in the ass was now gone and my ass felt loose and worn. Then she slowed her tempo and gave a few more than hard thrusts, slamming her pelvic arch into my ass to ensure to the full incursion each clip. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After enough time for her to withdraw 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 able to talk."Yes what ? kick !"she said loudly."I want to hear you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a bawd, Master !"I said, louder this time."You look like a sissy too ! All dressed up like a little slut, it's no marvel you got fucked like that !"“ Are you a epicene slut ?"she asked."Yes Master !"I said."Say it all"she said."Are you a milksop slut ?"“ Yes Master, 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 stead 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 trashy medicine. I couldn't believe she was putting up with that dissonance for so long. She leaned over and unfastened my stage from the table, then walked around and unlocked the handlock, allowing me to stand up. My knee joint were faint from all the ill-usage, and a lilliputian stiff from being in the same position for at least three hours by now. I was a little wobbly at first but it felt right 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 collection plate in front of me on the floor."Now you're going to give me a little show."“ A show ?"I asked."I want you to masturbate, and cum on the plate in straw man of you. If you can get it all on the crustal plate I'll let you up, unlock the masquerade, and let you get dressed. But if you get even a cliff on the floor, you'll have to cream it all up. Is that crystalize ?"“ Yes skipper"I said, with obvious hesitancy."I make the regulation here. Now get started."She said, demandingly."Yes Master."I said, as I raised my apparel with one hand and began stroking my prick with the other.

I felt a bit embarrassed to do this in strawman 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 fantasies and soon my dick began to harden as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the future tense may bestow with this new way of life sentence, and soon I could feel an orgasm root. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four large loads and I aimed it as Charles Herbert Best I could toward the plate she had placed in movement of me. I shuddered as the orgasm subsided, and carefully shake off the remaining drops toward the plate.

She walked over and squatted beside me with one hand on my berm."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 pearl on the floor."

As I was horny and masturbating, the thinking of licking up my cum didn't seem too bad. I hoped I would get it all on the scale, but wasn't too disquieted if I didn't. But now, after such an climax, I was no tenacious horny and really didn't want to do this. But I had agreed to do as she said and set my judgement to adopt through.

She grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to lean over, guiding my grimace to the drops on the floor. I could sense the wetness of one pip as my sassing touched it and began licking it up through the mouth hole in the mask."Get it all, puss boy !"she said."I don't want any smear on my carpet !"Then she guided me to another, and one to a greater extent, orotund glob, making me exhaustively clean each one. When that was done she said"Good ! Now finish up the repose of it on the plate."Again she guided my cheek to the aright spot and pushed my face down into the pool of goo on the plate, smearing it on my rim, and I could sense that some had stuck to the outside of the mask and some had squeezed between the mask and my impertinence."Lick it up, you nasty backbite !"She said. And I proceeded to lick up all that was on the plate.

When I was done she took the plateful and told me to stand up again. Then the table was once more moved to the nub of the floor, this time oriented so my face would be toward the sofa, and I was told to"resume the position ”. I told you that if you could get all of your little mountain 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 come on my brim and face, and soon the music was turned down to a quieter, More formula volume."Tell me you're a smutty little cunt 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 masquerade, slowly loosened the shoulder strap and the laces that held the backbone to a mingy fit, and pulled the mask from my headway. Immediately, laughter and applause broke out in the room as I squinted, opening my centre in the brightly light. The whole clock time five of Dana's female person friends, and two of their husband, had been watching everything. I could see one of the missy with a TV camera pointed directly at my human face, recording my embarrassment and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my grimace toward the camera, squeezing my buttock 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 foul thing I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the former young woman. Then the laughter got louder as those two got up wearing strap on dildos, large than the one Dana had used. Before I could utter, Dana wrapped another gag around my mouth, the kind with a large opening that held the mouth in an outdoors position. 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 ? ”