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

I have fantasized about all kinds of things for some time, but was hesitant to work it up with her. Finally I did and we started with bare cuff and some rope thraldom, and I have slowly introduced other mind over clock time. To my surprise she has been very receptive of almost all of it.

The 1st big step was piss manoeuvre. 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 love pissing on me, and I modified a chairman to contain a toilet can to make water 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 cyberspace of a man being butt fucked by a cleaning woman with a strap on dildo, and casually mentioned that I would be"uncoerced"to try that if she was occupy. Again to my surprise, she was open air 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, saltation and gagged, and locked in a sexual abstention device. About the same meter I bought an anal come-on and expressed an interest in crossdessing. She was ok with that too and I soon began buying some women's panties, stockings, and other things.

Then one night she blind folded me and tied me face down across the java table and began to paddle me. The paddling was nothing new but soon I felt the new mavin of something slippery sliding between my ass cheek. She was sticking a dildo in my ass ! It hurt like pit at initiative but soon the pain sensation went away and it actually started to palpate adept 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 times over the next couple of months. Then after that, for some reason, we didn't do much of anything for a piece except an occasional paddling. Even the sexual abstention 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 get 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 bear total dominance over me."Think about it before you answer"she said."I'm serious about this and you may not be set for everything that's going to materialise ”. I thought about it for a few minutes and told her that I was set up to pass on to her in any way she wanted.

"Ok"she answered,"I'll be coming up with some convention and expectations soon, and of course I can change the principle any clock time I like. Is that pass ?"“ Yeah"I said, and she immediately grabbed me by the catch and slapped me hard across the face, and said sternly while pointing her finger at me"The first linguistic rule is that you will accost me as ‘ Ma'am or ‘ master ’. Is that pull in ?"“ Yes superior"I responded. She then ordered me to go into the sleeping accommodation, strip totally naked, get the sexual morality device, a CB600S with a padlock for which only she has the key, and come back to the keep elbow room and put it on in front of her. I did as she said, and as she reached up to snap the whorl shut she gave my clod a trivial slap from below to reinforce 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 trade good hour before her. The next day when I got home I was to take aim a shower bath, shave my legs and underarms, and use a odourise lotion that she would leave out for me. Then I was to dress in stockings, high heeled place, garter smash, a bra, and a short frilly attire. No panties and no celibacy this time. Then I was to bring out the"Toy Box"and property it in a designate place in the sustenance room and propel the deep brown table away from the couch to the middle of the trading floor. She explained whole tone by step that I was to carry out two pieces of rope, handcuffs, and the leather hood that covered my centre and had a snap on gag for my mouth. I would put the keys for the handcuff and the key for the padlock on the cowl, on a shelf, well out of orbit. Then I was to turn the stereo up loud, kneel down at one end of the mesa and securely tie my knee to the branch of the table, secure the hood on my head with the gag in my rima oris, and lock the padlock, then finally lie across the tabular array and lock my hands to the mesa leg at the early end with the handcuffs.

That was a lot to do in an hour, but by the time she was due place I was clean, shaved, dressed as instructed, and helplessly bound with the music blaring, fully on display in the middle of the support room. There I waited.

It seemed like more than an hour before she came home. Though with the medicine playing so loud and the leather hood covering my ears, I couldn't hear her come in. I only knew she was home when I felt her helping hand lift my garb, rub my ass, and give it a little slap. Then I could sense her checking to see that I was bound securely, then finally rubbing the face 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 sleep with !"she said with a harum-scarum joke. Then I could smell out that she walked away. I lay there wondering what might happen following, and what she was doing. I could only get word the music, and find the discomfort of my back and the clear pall of my wearing apparel barely covering my ass.

After a few minutes I was shocked back to reality by the hearty cracking of a totter across my ass. Then my dress was raised out of the way and draped across my lower back, followed by several More heavily poke that almost brought tears to my optic. The pain 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 moment and then it hit again. This time she must have swung it with all her strength, 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 minutes. The pain from the paddling had subsided to a warm sting sense experience now, and finally I felt the nerveless leather of her riding harvest slipping over the reddened boldness. Soon it slapped hard onto the spinal column of my right-hand thigh, and then the left. Slowly she swatted again and again, carefully moving from the back to the interior character 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 exposed balls, sending me once again into screaming pain. Then before I could begin to convalesce, 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 weeping 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 subject my reaction when she asked things like"You like that don't you ?"or"Did that injury, you little cissy kick ?"she just said"Good. You have to a greater extent coming."

After a short clip of being left alone again I felt the coldness of lubricant being generously applied to the crack of my ass, and a gloved finger forcing some of it inside and loosening my jam. I knew what this meant and the digit was soon replaced with the familiar flavour of a dildo being shoved fully inside my rectum in the get-go pushing. It took my breather away as it suddenly pushed so deep with no time to get used to the penetration. She held it inside me and leaned forward, reached under my chest, and squirm hard on my nipples, then let go and withdrew the dildo only to slam it intemperately inside me again. Then I could feel her hands bracing on the slope of my waistline as she continued the roughshod fucking, pounding my ass again and again for what seemed like forever.

Again I was grunting and nearly screaming with each drive as she continued fucking me like some dirty slut in a rear back street. The pain was now gone and my ass felt loose and worn. Then she slowed her pace and gave a few more unvoiced stab, slamming her rose hip into my bum to ascertain wax penetration each time. Then finally she withdrew and walked away again.

After enough clip for her to remove the shoulder strap on harness and gather herself, she came back to me and said"You are such a prostitute 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 lip."What did you say ? I couldn't hear you."“ Yes"I responded weakly, finally able-bodied to speak."Yes what ? Bitch !"she said loudly."I want to listen you say it !"“ Yes ! I'm a whore, headmaster !"I said, louder this time."You look like a sissy too ! All dressed up like a short slattern, 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 pansy jade ?"“ Yes captain, I'm a sissy slovenly woman"I yelled. And she said laughing,"I can see that !"“ If I let you up now, you're going to retrieve your place in this house from now on aren't you ?"she asked."Yes Master, I will."I said.

"commodity boy !"she told me, still speaking loudly over the loud medicine. I couldn't believe she was putting up with that randomness for so long. She leaned over and unfettered my legs from the table, then walked around and unlocked the handcuffs, allowing me to stand up. My articulatio genus were infirm from all the abuse, and a little stiff from being in the same position for at least three minute by now. I was a little wobbly at first but it felt trade good to stand.

She moved me to one face of the table to which I had been bound, stood me facing in the steering of the sofa, and told me to resist still. I could hear the mesa 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 home base in front of me on the story."Now you're going to give me a lilliputian show."“ A appearance ?"I asked."I want you to jerk off, and cum on the plate in front 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 story, you'll have to lick it all up. Is that net ?"“ Yes maestro"I said, with obvious faltering."I make the rules here. Now get started."She said, demandingly."Yes Master."I said, as I raised my dress with one deal and began stroking my shaft with the other.

I felt a bit stymy to do this in forepart 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 palpate alone with my illusion and soon my dick began to harden as I masturbated. I thought about all that had happened, and fantasized about what the time to come may bring with this new way of life, and soon I could find an orgasm source. Soon the cum spurted out in three or four sound lading and I aimed it as topper I could toward the plate she had placed in front of me. I shuddered as the coming subsided, and carefully shook the remaining free fall 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 driblet on the floor."

As I was horny and masturbating, the view 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 deprivation to do this. But I had agreed to do as she said and set my thinker to follow through.

She grabbed the back of my pilus and forced me to tilt over, guiding my face to the drop-off on the floor. I could find the wetness of one spot as my lips touched it and began licking it up through the oral cavity cakehole in the masquerade party."Get it all, cunt boy !"she said."I don't want any spots on my carpeting !"Then she guided me to another, and one more, big glob, making me thoroughly unclouded each one. When that was done she said"salutary ! Now finish up the rest of it on the plate."Again she guided my aspect to the redress spot and pushed my expression down into the puddle of goo on the plate, smearing it on my lips, and I could feel that some had stuck to the outside of the masquerade party and some had squeezed between the mask and my cheek."Lick it up, you nasty bitch !"She said. And I proceeded to work out up all that was on the plate.

When I was done she took the shell and told me to stand up again. Then the table was once to a greater extent moved to the meat of the base, this time oriented so my facial expression would be toward the couch, and I was told to"restart the position ”. I told you that if you could get all of your minuscule hatful on the plate I would let you go."She said."But you missed, didn't you ?"“ Yes master key"I said, as she replaced the handlock, and bound my branch again to the table.

There I waited once again, the stickiness of my own semen on my sass and face, and soon the music was turned down to a quieter, more than normal intensity."Tell me you're a smutty minuscule bitch and you want more."She said."I'm a foul trivial bitch, and I want more original !"I said, expecting the paddling to start again.

Then to my surprise she unlocked the mask, slowly loosened the strap and the laces that held the spine to a smashed 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 hopeful light. The unscathed sentence five of Dana's female friends, and two of their husbands, had been watching everything. I could see one of the girls with a video recording camera pointed directly at my expression, recording my embarrassment and humiliation.

Dana came over and held my face toward the camera, squeezing my cheeks to make me ruck, and saying"Isn't SHE a cute fiddling whore ?"Everyone laughed, and one of the girls said"That was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen Bobby"as she high fived one of the other little girl. Then the laughter got louder as those two got up wearing strap on dildos, bigger than the one Danu had used. Before I could mouth, Dana wrapped another gag around my rima oris, the kind with a vauntingly possibility that held the mouth in an give spot. Once again I was bound and gagged, but this clock time capable to see and hear. The others laughed and jeered as Dana asked,"Ready for round two, bitch ? ”