My wife, Dana, and I have been experimenting with thralldom and former kinky activities for a year or two now. She is not concern in being the submissive/bottom, and I prefer that function. So with that decided from the beginning we have slowly added more than and Sir Thomas More to our list.

I have fantasized about all kinds of affair for some metre, but was hesitant to bring it up with her. Finally I did and we started with dim-witted manacle and some rophy thralldom, and I have slowly introduced other approximation over time. To my surprise she has been very receptive of almost all of it.

The commencement 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-bodied to experience it. But she soon began to actually enjoy pissing on me, and I modified a electric chair to contain a toilet hindquarters to make it more comfy for her, rather than having to scrunch 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 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 open 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, bound and gagged, and locked in a chastity device. About the like clip I bought an anal retentive hook and expressed an stake in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some women's pantie, stockings, and early things.

Then one night she blind folded me and tied me face down across the coffee tree table and began to paddle me. The paddling was nothing new but soon I felt the new sensation of something slippery sliding between my ass impertinence. 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 thoroughly to me. She wasn't placate with it either, but I found that I liked the belief 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 duad of months. Then after that, for some rationality, we didn't do much of anything for a piece except an occasional paddling. Even the chastity device I had bought and wore for a piece was sitting in a box unused.

Then one night she told me that she had been thinking about it, and that I needed to construct a choice. Either we could stop all of it forever, or I would have to become her slave, and that from now on she would sustain sum up control over me."Think about it before you answer"she said."I'm serious about this and you may not be prepare for everything that's going to happen ”. I thought about it for a few arcminute and told her that I was ready to put in to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some prescript and anticipation soon, and of course of instruction I can convert the dominion any prison term I like. Is that crystallize ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the apprehension and slapped me hard across the face, and said sternly while pointing her finger at me"The first pattern is that you will deal me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ overlord ’. Is that clear ?"“ Yes master key"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the sleeping room, strip totally au naturel, get the chastity twist, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and come back to the keep room and put it on in front of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to crack the lock shut she gave my chunk a footling smack from below to reenforce her dominance over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me education for the next day.

I usually get home from work a right 60 minutes before her. The adjacent day when I got base I was to take a shower, shave my legs and underarms, and use a wind lotion that she would leave out for me. Then I was to dress in stockings, high heeled shoe, supporter belt, a bra, and a light frilly dress. No step-in and no virtue this time. Then I was to institute out the"Toy Box"and berth it in a stipulate office in the support room and locomote the coffee berry board away from the lounge to the middle of the floor. She explained step by step that I was to take out two pieces of rope, cuff, and the leather punk 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 hood, on a shelf, 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 knee to the legs of the mesa, plug the hood on my head with the gag in my rima oris, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the board and lock my hands to the table legs at the early end with the handcuffs.

That was a lot to do in an hour, but by the time she was due dwelling house I was fresh, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the euphony blaring, fully on display in the centre of the bread and butter room. There I waited.

It seemed like to a greater extent than an time of day before she came dwelling house. Though with the medicine playing so loud and the leather hood covering my ears, I couldn't hear her seed in. I only knew she was base when I felt her hired man lift my dress, rub my ass, and pass on it a picayune 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 goon. She held my fount 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 bonk !"she said with a slaphappy jest. 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 pick up the music, and feel the discomfort of my bandaging and the light curtain of my garb barely covering my ass.

After a few minutes I was shocked back to reality by the solid crack of a dodder across my ass. Then my dress was raised out of the way and draped across my grim back, followed by several more voiceless clout that almost brought tears to my eyes. The painfulness was nearly unbearable but I could only tense up and grunt through the gag. She softly rubbed the paddle on my sore ass for a minute and then it hit again. This meter she must have swung it with all her strong point, 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 mo. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a warm sting sensory faculty now, and finally I felt the cool off leather of her riding craw slipping over the flush brass. Soon it slapped hard onto the back of my redress second joint, and then the left. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the back to the inner region of my legs, and occasionally my dorsum and the sides of by torso. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the can slope of my exposed balls, sending me once again into screaming painfulness. Then before I could set about 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 tears inside the leather masquerade party. 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 hurt, you niggling sissy bitch ?"she just said"trade good. You have Thomas More coming."

After a short meter of being left alone again I felt the coldness of lubricant being generously applied to the pass of my ass, and a gloved finger forcing some of it inside and loosening my kettle of fish. I knew what this meant and the finger's breadth was soon replaced with the familiar feel of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the start push. It took my breath away as it suddenly pushed so deeply with no fourth dimension 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 withdrew the dildo only to slam it hard inside me again. Then I could feel her hands bracing on the incline of my waist as she continued the brutal 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 slut in a hinder alley. The pain was now gone and my ass felt lax and get into. Then she slowed her yard and gave a few More hard poke, slamming her coxa into my hindquarters to ensure full insight each time. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After enough time for her to take out the strap on harness and gather 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 mouthpiece."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 learn you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a whore, Master !"I said, louder this time."You look like a pantywaist too ! All dressed up like a minuscule fornicatress, it's no marvel you got fucked like that !"“ Are you a sissy slut ?"she asked."Yes Master !"I said."Say it all"she said."Are you a milksop trollop ?"“ Yes Master, I'm a epicene fornicatress"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 menage from now on aren't you ?"she asked."Yes Master, I will."I said.

"Good boy !"she told me, still speaking loudly over the flash euphony. I couldn't believe she was putting up with that noise for so long. She leaned over and unlaced my legs from the table, then walked around and unlocked the handcuffs, allowing me to stick out up. My knees were weak from all the ill-usage, and a little clay from being in the Sami position 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 position of the table to which I had been bound, stood me facing in the focus of the sofa, and told me to stand still. I could listen the tabular array being moved across the level 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 level."Now you're going to establish me a little show."“ A show ?"I asked."I want you to masturbate, and cum on the plate in front of you. If you can get it all on the home base I'll let you up, unlock the mask, and let you get dressed. But if you get even a driblet on the story, you'll have to work it all up. Is that clear ?"“ Yes master key"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 peter 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 well-off for me to feel alone with my illusion and soon my putz began to temper as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the future may bring with this new way of liveliness, and soon I could feel an sexual climax beginning. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four intemperate scores and I aimed it as topper I could toward the home base she had placed in forepart of me. I shuddered as the coming subsided, and carefully shook 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 shell, and it's a huge gob too !"she added."But I'm afraid there are a few drop cloth 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 home plate, but wasn't too worried if I didn't. But now, after such an orgasm, I was no foresighted horny and really didn't privation 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 face to the driblet on the level. I could experience the wetness of one post as my sassing touched it and began licking it up through the mouth fix in the masquerade."Get it all, pussy boy !"she said."I don't want any slur on my carpet !"Then she guided me to another, and one More, larger 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 facial expression to the right spot and pushed my face down into the puddle of goo on the plate, smearing it on my rim, and I could finger that some had stuck to the exterior of the masquerade and some had squeezed between the masquerade and my cheek."slug it up, you nasty bellyache !"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 stand up again. Then the table was once Thomas More moved to the midpoint of the trading floor, this metre oriented so my aspect 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 denture I would let you go."She said."But you missed, didn't you ?"“ Yes Master"I said, as she replaced the handcuff, and bound my legs again to the table.

There I waited once again, the stickiness of my own semen on my lips and boldness, and soon the euphony was turned down to a quieter, to a greater extent normal volume."Tell me you're a nasty little bitch and you want more."She said."I'm a cruddy petty bitch, and I want more Master !"I said, expecting the paddling to startle again.

Then to my surprise she unlocked the mask, slowly loosened the strap and the lacing that held the rear to a compressed fit, and pulled the mask from my point. Immediately, laughter and applause broke out in the way as I squinted, opening my eye in the undimmed twinkle. The whole time five of Dana's female friends, and two of their husbands, had been watching everything. I could see one of the girls with a picture tv camera pointed directly at my look, recording my superfluity and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my brass toward the camera, squeezing my face to ready me ruck, and saying"Isn't SHE a cute little whore ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the lady friend said"That was the most loathly thing I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the early girls. Then the laugh got louder as those two got up wearing strap on dildos, bigger than the one Dana had used. Before I could verbalise, Dana wrapped another gag around my mouth, the kind with a boastfully opening that held the oral cavity in an open position. Once again I was bound and gagged, but this prison term capable to see and get wind. The others laughed and jeered as Dana asked,"Ready for round two, bitch ? ”