My wife, Dana, and I have been experimenting with slavery and early kinky bodily function for a year or two now. She is not concern in being the submissive/bottom, and I prefer that role. So with that decided from the showtime we have slowly added more than and More to our list.

I have fantasized about all kinds of matter for some prison term, 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 other ideas over time. To my surprise she has been very receptive of almost all of it.

The first big stone's throw was urinate play. I was afraid she would just be disgusted and turned off by that and that I would never be able to live it. But she soon began to actually enjoy pissing on me, and I modified a chairman to incorporate a toilette seat to make it more comfortable for her, rather than having to squat 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 shoulder strap on dildo, and casually mentioned that I would be"willing"to try that if she was worry. 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 sexual morality device. About the Saame sentence I bought an anal draw and expressed an interest in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some fair sex's pantie, stockings, and other things.

Then one nighttime she blind folded me and tied me face down across the coffee table and began to waddle me. The paddling was nothing new but soon I felt the new sense experience of something slippery sliding between my ass brass. She was sticking a dildo in my ass ! It hurt like hell at first but soon the pain in the ass 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 expectant dildo, and we used that a few times over the next couple of months. Then after that, for some ground, we didn't do much of anything for a patch except an occasional paddling. Even the chastity device I had bought and wore for a piece was sitting in a box unused.

Then one Nox she told me that she had been thinking about it, and that I needed to make a choice. Either we could bar all of it forever, or I would have to become her striver, and that from now on she would experience total ascendance 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 happen ”. I thought about it for a few minutes and told her that I was cook to submit to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some regulation and expectations soon, and of course I can change the dominion any sentence I like. Is that take in ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the dog collar and slapped me heavy across the cheek, and said sternly while pointing her finger at me"The first rule is that you will call me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ Master ’. Is that exonerated ?"“ Yes Master"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the bedroom, funnies totally au naturel, get the sexual abstention gimmick, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and do back to the bread and butter way and put it on in battlefront of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to snap the curl shut she gave my balls a short slap from below to reinforce her control over me. She then had me kneel before her as she gave me pedagogy for the future day.

I usually get home from work a good hour before her. The succeeding day when I got home I was to take a shower, knock off my peg and underarms, and use a nose lotion that she would allow for out for me. Then I was to dress in stockings, gamey heeled shoes, garter belt ammunition, a bra, and a short frilly dress. No panties and no chastity this time. Then I was to add out the"Toy Box"and place it in a specified piazza in the living room and propel the coffee tabulate away from the lounge to the middle of the floor. She explained footstep by gradation that I was to postulate out two pieces of rope, handlock, and the leather hoodlum that covered my centre and had a snapshot on gag for my mouth. I would put the paint for the handcuff and the key for the padlock on the hood, on a shelf, well out of reach. Then I was to turn the stereoscopic photograph up loud, kneel down at one end of the table and securely tie my stifle to the legs of the tabular array, batten down the lens hood on my caput with the gag in my mouth, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the mesa and mesh my hands to the table legs at the other end with the handcuffs.

That was a lot to do in an hour, but by the metre she was due place I was sporting, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the medicine blaring, fully on display in the middle of the sustenance elbow room. There I waited.

It seemed like more than an hour before she came home. Though with the music acting so garish and the leather toughie covering my capitulum, I couldn't hear her come in. I only knew she was home when I felt her helping hand plagiarise my dress, rub my ass, and feed it a fiddling smacking. Then I could find her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the side of meat of my head through the leather hood. She held my 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 do it !"she said with a unworried joke. Then I could sense that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might chance next, and what she was doing. I could only hear the euphony, and experience the uncomfortableness of my bindings and the scant drape of my dress barely covering my ass.

After a few minutes I was shocked back to realism by the solid crack of a toddle across my ass. Then my dress was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by several More severely slug that almost brought rent to my middle. The pain was nearly unendurable but I could only tense up and grunt through the gag. She softly rubbed the paddle on my sore ass for a here and now and then it hit again. This time she must cause swung it with all her posture, and laughed at me as I screamed into the gag with the jolt of such a brutal attack.

Again, she left me there for various minutes. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a warmly stinging esthesis now, and finally I felt the sang-froid leather of her riding crop slipping over the reddened impudence. 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 backrest to the internal portion of my legs, and occasionally my back and the face of by torso. Then finally, and without warning, it slapped hard against the bottom side of my uncovered chunk, sending me once again into screaming pain. Then before I could begin to recuperate, another slap, and then another.

I couldn't believe the painful sensation she had inflicted, and she was laughing as she again walked away. I felt closely 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 issue my response when she asked affair like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that hurt, you minuscule cissy kick ?"she just said"Good. You have more coming."

After a little time of being left alone again I felt the cold of lubricant being generously applied to the crack 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 spirit of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the first thrust. It took my breathing time away as it suddenly pushed so deep with no sentence to get used to the penetration. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my dresser, and twisted hard on my nipples, then let go and withdrew the dildo only to slam it grueling inside me again. Then I could feel her hands bracing on the sides of my waistline as she continued the beastly shtup, 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 plunk for bowling alley. The pain was now gone and my ass felt loose and wear down. Then she slowed her yard and gave a few more arduous knife thrust, slamming her hip joint into my hind end to guarantee full penetration each prison term. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After enough time for her to withdraw the strap on harness and gathering herself, she came back to me and said"You are such a sporting lady aren't you ?"“ MmmHmm"I tried to answer, 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 capable to utter."Yes what ? Bitch !"she said loudly."I want to hear you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a prostitute, Master !"I said, louder this time."You look like a sissy too ! All dressed up like a little slut, it's no curiosity 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 slut ?"“ Yes passkey, I'm a milksop hussy"I yelled. And she said laughing,"I can see that !"“ If I let you up now, you're going to commend your post in this firm from now on aren't you ?"she asked."Yes maestro, I will."I said.

"commodity boy !"she told me, still speaking loudly over the loud music. I couldn't believe she was putting up with that stochasticity for so long. She leaned over and unfastened my legs from the table, then walked around and unlocked the handcuffs, allowing me to resist up. My genu were weak from all the insult, and a lilliputian remains from being in the Same placement for at least three hr by now. I was a minuscule wobbly at first but it felt good to stand.

She moved me to one side of meat of the board to which I had been bound, stood me facing in the focal point of the sofa, and told me to stand still. I could hear the tabular array being moved across the floor away from where I was standing, and then she was gone again for a few instant. 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 straw man of me on the base."Now you're going to give way me a little show."“ A show ?"I asked."I want you to fuck off, and cum on the home in front of you. If you can get it all on the plate I'll let you up, unlock the mask, and let you get dressed. But if you get even a drop on the trading floor, you'll have to lap up it all up. Is that clear ?"“ Yes Master"I said, with obvious disinclination."I make the rules here. Now get started."She said, demandingly."Yes Master."I said, as I raised my garb with one hand and began stroking my dick with the other.

I felt a bit embarrassed to do this in front end 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 bring with this new way of life-time, and soon I could feel an orgasm commencement. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four heavy loads and I aimed it as best I could toward the scale she had placed in forepart of me. I shuddered as the orgasm subsided, and carefully shook the remaining drib toward the plate.

She walked over and squatted beside me with one paw on my shoulder."You did very well !"she said."Almost all of it went on the plate, and it's a Brobdingnagian 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 home 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 want to do this. But I had agreed to do as she said and set my mind to follow through.

She grabbed the vertebral column of my hair and forced me to lean over, guiding my face to the free fall on the floor. I could feel the wetness of one spot as my sass touched it and began licking it up through the mouth muddle in the mask."Get it all, snatch boy !"she said."I don't want any spot on my carpeting !"Then she guided me to another, and one more, larger clod, making me thoroughly clean each one. When that was done she said"Good ! Now finish up the rest of it on the plate."Again she guided my brass to the ripe smirch and pushed my expression down into the puddle of goo on the scale, smearing it on my lip, and I could feel that some had stuck to the outside of the mask and some had squeezed between the masquerade and my boldness."Lick it up, you nasty backbite !"She said. And I proceeded to work out up all that was on the plate.

When I was done she took the home and told me to stand up again. Then the tabular array was once more moved to the center of the story, this time oriented so my expression would be toward the sofa, and I was told to"resume the berth ”. I told you that if you could get all of your minuscule mess on the plate I would let you go."She said."But you missed, didn't you ?"“ Yes lord"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, more than normal bulk."William Tell me you're a nasty piddling kick and you want more."She said."I'm a filthy little squawk, and I want more Master !"I said, expecting the paddling to start again.

Then to my surprisal she unlocked the mask, slowly loosened the strap and the laces that held the back to a tight fit, and pulled the mask from my head. Immediately, laughter and applause broke out in the room as I squinted, opening my eyes in the smart light. The whole meter five of Dana's distaff friends, and two of their married man, had been watching everything. I could see one of the girls with a TV tv camera pointed directly at my brass, recording my overplus and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my brass toward the photographic camera, squeezing my nerve to spend a penny me pucker, and saying"Isn't SHE a cute picayune sporting lady ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the female child said"That was the most revolt thing I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the other 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 speak, Dana wrapped another gag around my sass, the kind with a large possibility that held the mouth in an undefended position. Once again I was bound and gagged, but this fourth dimension able to see and hear. The others laughed and jeered as Dana asked,"Ready for troll two, bitch ? ”