My wife and I have been married for 18 years. We are a long-term chastity lifestyle couple, however, our chastity does not involve key holding. In fact, we are both in permanent chastity and there are no keys. We are both into heavy gear bondage. By gear bondage I mean metal, leather, rubber, canvas, neoprene, and rope, but not the human macrame type called Shibari.
Like a fetish-level bondage craving man, I rarely get enough heavy bondage. In fact, I’m what is called a bondage pig. My wife is a rare woman because she enjoys a level of bondage that would frighten most kinky men. We both play in the extremes and we love playing long and hard.
After these many years, our limits have been stretched to the very edge and beyond. We now play almost exclusively in the beyond. The knowledge and trust we have built over the decades give us a special ability to challenge each other to go into places others only read about in stories. Our intuitive communication and trust is now second nature. This allows us to blur the line between role-playing and reality.
Our need for this type of bondage is for a different reason. It isn’t to enhance sex it is to escape from sex. I know this sounds confusing so let me explain.
We are both in permanent chastity with no hope of escape. Our devices cannot be removed. I am locked in a spike-lined tube. It is secured on with a bar through the head of my cock and a bar through the base of my shaft. Both of the piercing bars are titanium and permanently secured in a titanium cage. Removing it is impossible to even with special equipment. It has been in place for about 15 years now, but why count?
My wife has 16 permanent Titanium rings lining her labia lips with a spike-lined plate that locks securely over her clitoris with three additional rings. Her vagina is covered by a screen to allow urination but absolutely no access to a cock or a sex toy. No keys or special screws, every chance of escape or removal has been eliminated. She has been permanently locked for the same 15 years.
You are probably wondering how this happened. We were both young .com success stories. Young coders that were in the right place at the right time. For some reason we had the sense to pick up our winnings and cash out before the crash. With common-sense investments, we will never have to work again. We discovered mutual chastity play and for the first year it was amazing and we never ever wanted it to stop. The erotic idea of permanent chastity combined with a dare and a “go big or go home” philosophy got us both in these devilish devices.
We were both young, wealthy and adventurous so we designed and commissioned these escape-proof devices. The device creator did warn us to be careful what we are asking for but we didn’t listen. Our first few years were awesome because we lived in a perpetual sexual high. We then went through a few years of panic with several real attempts to have the devices removed. We offered to pay the creator 10 times what we had paid for the devices if he would remove them. He said he was sorry it was truly impossible and unfortunately a few months after we asked this he became ill and sadly passed away.
All hopes of removal had faded so our only choice was to accept our fate. Once we accepted the responsibility for our choices and excepted the fact we will be buried in these damn things we began to focus on the only thing that gave us any rest from the sexual torment, heavier and heavier bondage.The following years have been totally focused on acquiring and creating more and more bondage equipment and honing our skills.
We do have a sex life. I have several custom dildo gags and cock tube dildo attachments I use for anal sex. She has similar devices to use on me. I get ass fucked for regular milking, however, the internal spikes prevent any orgasms or pleasure. An erection is always painful especially when I am fucking her and she screams out a window-rattling orgasm. I believe she gets additional pleasure out of my painful suffering.
It seems to work about right for a chastity couple. I get milked and stay permanently frustrated without the possibility of an orgasm or full erection. And she has a weird combination of earth-shaking anal orgasms combined with the sexual frustration of never touching her clitoris or feeling the thrust of a hard cock pounding her vagina. In spite of the anal orgasms, she has a constant itch she cannot scratch. This need keeps building and building like a man’s need to orgasm. She says the more she fucks the more she needs to fuck.
The clit plate is also lined with tiny painful and possibly damaging spikes that make any attempts to rub or vibrate one out impossible. Even a few seconds of vibration will turn her tender tissues into ground meat. She has made a few maddening attempts without success which left her painfully raw for a week. After the first few years, she has learned her lesson.
Now if she can’t find sanity from an anal session she asks me to put her in strict bondage with a discipline hood and an effective gag. It is quite a scene to watch as she desperately struggles, screams and cries. When she is eventually physically exhausted, which can take several hours she is released. She is not sexually satisfied after this but she has gathered enough internal strength to control herself and function.
We can be total animals at the drop of a hat. The D/s dynamic between us as it applies to chastity is; I want to ignore my sexual needs but she wants to battle with hers. This means I am called on every day and more to engage in her battle. The result of this ass licking and dildo fucking causes me extreme pain from the spikes. I am compelled to do this and endure this pain, she feeds on it and feeds her sadistic nature which fuels her sex drive. As I lick and pound her asshole her screaming anal orgasms feed my erection attempts, then the pain fuels my own masochism, which fuels my sex drive and so on. It is a perpetual loop for us both that can only be paused by a bondage session.
The bondage we both enjoy is to give us both a place to rest from this frustration. The one not in bondage can focus on “normal” things. Out of sight out of mind is the theme of our sessions so there is little interaction just more and more extreme bondage. The one in bondage can be left with their thoughts or made uncomfortable enough to be forced to focus on their predicament.
This isn’t the usual interactive bondage session it is quite one-sided. Enjoying bondage for bondage’s sake is on the fetish end of the scale. Both of us find this a powerful place to play.
Today maybe my turn to be in bondage. I have had little sleep the past week because my wife is on another run to “chase the tiger”. Sex has been like a drug to her this past week and she is making a full-throated attempt to once again satisfy her sexual hunger. The hours of licking and fucking her ass have me exhausted so I am looking forward to a long bondage session.
We have enough income from investments we rarely leave the property so we can play as long as we want. We have developed a program to generate random choices. This determines who, what type, how long, the level of stress, and dozens of interesting options.. The first choice is witnessed by both parties then the others only by the one controlling the bondage.
Sessions can be from one day to thirty days. The stress levels can include hours of suspension or predicament bondage, sleeping in cramped standing or puppy cages to full coverage sensory deprivation floating comfort bondage. There can be some interactive options like punishment flogging, caning or paddling sessions designed only for distraction and deepening the headspace. We both enjoy the endorphins and overpowering stimulation but have no interest in punishing or being punished. Other distractions such as VR and audio distractions. Every game of chance must involve risk so one random choice is sexual torment. The sessions are usually a place for escape from this but hours and hours of visual and audio hypnosis 3D porn can fuel the fires to the point of breaking.
Common features are not knowing how long anything will last and minimal interaction. It is a don’t ask and don’t tell method that we both love and hate. Alone with your discomfort, and thoughts is an overwhelming place to exist.
Today I was chosen to be the one in bondage. She immediately pushed earplugs in my ears, taped my eyes shut, strapped a breathing penis gag in my mouth, pulled a hood over my head, laced it and locked it, locked on a posture collar then stripped my clothes off. I was locked in bondage mitts after my hand was taped into a fist. Cuffs were locked on my ankles, elbows, thighs, and waist. I was locked on the floor in a strict hogtie as she finished the random choices. My cock painfully strained in its spiked cage and yearned for her fist deep in my ass, so much for the distraction. I must have laid there for hours.
I knew she was probably nearby bouncing her ass up and down on a large floor-mounted dildo. I was finally rolled onto a low cart and wheeled out to our outdoor re-enforced concrete ground cell. I was lifted with a hoist and lowered into the ground cell. It was small, just enough room for a man in a tight hogtie. The lid was an eight-inch thick re-enforced cement slab. The hoist lowered the lid into place. For some reason, there were thick chains for locking it in place. This is my idea of head bondage. I realized this was where I would sleep tonight.
I was in a great deal of discomfort as the hours slowly passed. My sexual thoughts faded as the discomfort turned into pure pain. This is that place just beyond that edge where we had learned to play. I knew I would be here until I wasn’t so my focus was simply on surviving. No need to struggle or panic just breathe and process the pain. Eventually, I entered that place where I lost the sense of my body. The strange and frustrating thing that happens in this place is an involuntary erection. Not one sexual thought, in fact, no thoughts at all but there it was straining in its spike-lined cage.
The body aches had blurred into the background but the pain in my cock was like a branding iron. I willed it to subside but it had a will of its own. For the first time I heard my moans then I lost my grip on reality. The next thing I knew was a rush of air and a rumble of the cement door. I was rolled out, unlocked from the strict hogtie then locked spread eagle on the cement floor.
Hours later I was taken to our standing cage. It was a very special cage with enough room to stand. All of the restraints were removed except for my mitts, hood, and ankle cuffs. My body was smeared with electrical jell and my mitts were locked over my head and my feet were locked to the floor. This cage was my invention so I knew what was coming. My feet were on a steel plate that attached to one side of the electrical source. The other was attached to the cage so any contact with the cage bars would result in a very unpleasant shock. Each shock would raise the intensity of the next shock so it was vital to focus. By now I was very sleepy so each time I lost focus would determine how high the setting would be by morning or whenever I would be released.
Eventually, I brushed a bar with the cheek of my ass. I jumped forward bumping my cock tube against a bar that gave me a double shot and yes a painful erection. I then felt someone touching my ass. The power must be off as my ass cheeks were spread open and a large metal egg shaped object was pushed deep into my ass. It was extremely large and uncomfortable going in because of it’s size I knew I wouldn’t be able to push it out without water pressure. I had designed this feature but had not yet used it. A cord attached to the probe came out of my ass and hung to the floor, it was locked in place to the plate I was standing on. Now if I touched the sides I would be shocked from deep in my ass direct to the point of contact.
I stood very still because I knew the power was back on. I know I made it a good hour or so when the inevitable happened I brushed a bar with an ass cheek and again jumped forward making contact with my cock cage sending a charge from the probe directly through my prostate and up the shaft of my cock. This actually made me scream. The cage suddenly got much smaller. This was a very long night but I didn’t think much about my sexual frustration. The shocks were at a level by morning that even though I was totally exhausted the cost of a mistake kept me razor-focused.
I was removed from the cage and led to our sauna. I was allowed to remove the restraints and hood. I was given water and food and allowed to use the toilet. We had installed metal cuffs for wrist, neck and ankles so I locked myself in, arms up and legs spread in a sitting position. I had also pulled a thick rubber hood over my head. The hood only had nose holes and a bite tube for water. The sauna heated as I heard the door open and the food and equipment were removed. I knew I was in for a long sweat.
The heat became more intense as I could feel my body begin to sweat. This felt good on my aching muscles and joints. Soon I heard the hiss of steam as I felt the temperature rise. The sweat was now pouring out of my body so I drank my fill of water. I was beginning to feel my heart to beat louder and my breath became more rapid. I knew what was coming in one sudden shock I was doused with gallons of ice water. I gasped for air then the cycle began again. After about a dozen cycles I was removed and locked for the night blindfolded and spread eagle on the spa tile floor. I slept for most of the night until I was awakened and my bondage was changed.
My skin was clean and soft from sweating, very sensitive to the touch. She must have thought it was a good time to administer the selected punishment flogging. The program selected the implementation, intensity and number of strikes. I was fitted with suspension cuffs and ankle cuffs. I was raised off of the ground by an overhead winch. My body was stretched into a tight hanging spread eagle until I could not move one inch.
The implement chosen was a rubber flogger, the level was high intensity and the number of strikes was 100+. The rubber flogger was between a thud and a sting depending on the intensity so with high intensity it would be a painful sting. The plus on the number allows the punisher to continue as long as they want beyond the prescribed number. I was flogged front and back, arms and legs for the full 100 then it began to get interesting. My body dripped with what I hoped was sweat and the stress of the position was becoming unbearable. I was not taken down so I knew she was not finished with me. She walked around my body touching the marks in a way that sent blood to my caged member causing that dreaded sexual frustration pain. I knew she was also suffering the same sexual frustration from the flogging as she lowered me and I sank into an exhausted pile.
I was fed then locked in a white canvas sleepsack and hood. The canvas bag was well made and designed for vertical and inverted suspension. I was so exhausted I was able to sleep the night in the inverted position. The dreams you have when you sleep inverted are amazing.
My sessions went on for another week, it had been a fairly intense session but I’m no worse for wear. We plan to take a week-long trip up the coast before we resume our bondage play. We have already determined my wife will be the one in bondage. This is usually followed immediately by the start of the session but that is optional. I want to make her sweat for a few more days. She will need the rest because it will be for a full 30 days of intense bondage with plenty of optional extras. She doesn’t know this but she is nervous and distracted.
A few nights in a bed and breakfast with a view, walks on the beach and a few candlelight dinners will give us a chance to connect. The drive home will be even more interesting because she is going to be hogtied in the trunk. I know, I’m just a hopeless romantic.
It is springtime in an ordinary suburb community in Southern California. The custom-built homes have beautiful lawns, landscaping and most have swimming pools. The sprinklers begin to sputter in the lawn of a ranch-style home located in a quiet cul-de-sac. The morning paper lays in the driveway, birds chirp, the neighbors walk their dogs and joggers finish their runs.
Inside, the house is quiet. Down the long hallway steam rises from a shower in the master bathroom. A naked woman emerges, leans forward, and wrings water from her long hair with a towel. She wraps a robe around her body, then heads to the kitchen to brew coffee. As she walks past the king-size bed she notices movement in a long black leather figure. Inside this leather container is her very own naked man, that man is her husband……
I once more wake up and realize I’m still in bondage. My sense of time has long ago lost any point of reference. I’ve tested the possibilities of escape of which there were none. After this necessary ritual, I can completely surrender to my bondage. Because of the sensory deprivation, I’m unaware I am asleep until I am abruptly awake and realize I’m trapped.
This shock oftentimes gives me a rush of claustrophobic panic and a pump of adrenaline. It takes a few minutes of refocusing to calm myself and slow my heartbeat. The only other interruption is the occasional itch, the cramps in my feet and that damn ticklish nose hair.
Bondage is the one thing in my life that never loses it’s a sexual charge. As I anticipate going into bondage my heart beats faster, my breath quickens, my hands go numb and my cock pumps out a steady drool of pre-cum. The first skin-to leather contact, the tightening of the hood, the squeeze of each strap as they are applied.
She always starts at my feet, ends at my neck, and then that final strap to immobilize my head. She purposely tightens it one notch tighter to stretch my neck and push the internal gag into my mouth. She has mastered the application of my bondage by listening to my unconscious moans. She reads my body language perfectly to give it what it wants or deny what it craves.
I’m now in the dream state, no interest in time and the bondage feels perfect. I focus on the smooth leather against my entire body. Every breath is filled with the scent of her sex. With all of my strength, I flex my body within its limits. I trust the straps that immobilize me, I enjoy the sense of freedom only a bondage lover understands.
I begin to float and have a sense of leaving my body. I know I’ve been set free from my bondage again and again. Each time I’m brought back to reality with a jolt. I open my eyes but I can’t see, I can’t move or touch my wanting cock. I settle myself as I understand it was only another dream. I sense she is always close to me so I stay as still as possible as to not disturb her sleep.
After a day of service and play, I am stored for the night in this leather heaven. Some nights my chastity device is removed for a rest. These nights my cock and balls are pulled through a hole in my sleep sack and my balls are strapped in a position for easy access.
Sometimes I’m touched sensually, sometimes I’m not touched at all but sometimes my balls are squeezed and slapped. She has been known to enjoy me with her warm mouth in the wee hours of the morning or she may cover my balls and shaft with tiny clips then drops off to sleep. Most nights I’m kept in my exposed chastity device. A pair of her soiled panties are always placed over my nose.
Suspecting it’s just another dream I’m gently brought back from my twilight sleep. She unbuckles the strap holding my head in position. Then I hear the muffled sounds through my earplugs as the hood laces are loosened. My head emerges from the silent darkness of this head-worn leather time machine.
She removes the earplugs, the strap of the leather gag and gently pulls the duct tape from my eyes. I look around the room trying to get my bearings. I silently think….What time is it? What day is it? She kisses me on each eye as she whispers “Good morning I love you”.
She then unbuckles the straps around the heavy leather sleep-sack starting at the neck. Next, she slowly pulls the zipper down my chest and continues the length of my body ending at my ankles. The cold air rushes in and chills my sweat-slick skin. The smooth warm inside of the sleep-sack has the mixed scent of sex, sweat, and leather.
After decades of use and countless nights of confinement in my vintage double leather sleep-sack and hood conforms to my body like a soft leather glove. It is smooth leather on the inside and out.
There are straps that secure the bag both head and toe to one side of our king-size bed. Being stored this way has become a ritual over time in fact it is how I sleep most weekend nights. I pull my arms from the confining sleeves one by one then I immediately reach for my cock and find it is still locked in the chastity device.
It has been over a year since I’ve seen my cock first hand. Under her control, I have to experience the most powerful orgasms of my life but most of the time I’m cleaned, teased, denied then locked away. I’m always blindfolded or hooded with my arms restrained in some way.
She makes sure we take breaks from time to time to have a “normal” sex life, after all, we are husband and wife, not Mistress and slave. However, for the past year, she has been in the mood to play in these roles. This sounds like an odd distinction but the love we share as husband and wife is the foundation that will outlast any kinky relationship. She is in no way obligated to control me but she chooses to.
She knows I will endure anything and do anything she wants. She also knows bondage is what I want and need more than anything. She chooses to do this with me and do it with all of her might and imagination. Sharing this has become a passion for us both. She has embraced it fully and now she stretches even my limits, in fact she scares the hell out of me.
I love my unpredictable sex life that is controlled by her moods. I can orgasm again and again or be denied for weeks or months I have absolutely no idea what will happen.
I hug her and thank her then head for the shower, I will leave for work soon so I need to come back into my body. Breakfast and coffee a kiss and a pat on my chastity device and I’m in the car heading for freeway traffic.
I enter my office, check my messages and appointment book then sit quietly at my desk pondering my wonderful life.
It’s Monday time to focus on making money and waiting for the weekend.
My first recollection was the sound of voices. Distant voices that I didn’t
recognize.
“Doctor he is coming around”
I could hear a lot of commotion and voices. They kept calling out to me.
“Frank, can you hear me? I am your nurse. You are at the hospital. Can you
open your eyes?”
All these questions were starting to annoy me, as I became more conscious of
my surroundings. My head was starting to clear and I began to realize that I
wan not on my own “turf”. I tried to move my hands to pull of some of the
junk attached to my body and only found that they wouldn’t move far.
“It’s OK Frank, your hands are tied to keep you from pulling out the IV and
monitors. Just relax and let yourself wakeup all the way. We are here to
help. You are going to be OK. The doctors are on the way and they will answer
your questions.”
I relaxed and quit trying to move my arms. I tried to open my eyes, but the
bright lights make me slam them shut again. I started blinking and as my eyes
adjusted, I began to see half a dozen strange faces looking down at me. I
knew that this could not be good. I was in a hospital and they said that the
doctors would answer my questions. I wanted to know a thousand things, but I
could not move my lips to speak. I was so dry that my lips were stuck and my
tongue was glued in place. I felt them pull something out of my mouth and I
could move my tongue again. By now my eyes were stating to focus on the
faces. It looked like several nurses and a couple of doctors.
“Where am I?” Was the first question I asked?
“I am Doctor Walker and you are in the Springfield Medical Center. You have
been through a lot and you are under sedation. You have been under heavy
sedation and this is the first time we have tried to bring you around. You
have healed a great deal and it is time for you to join the real world
again.”
“Healed? From what? Was I in a car wreck or something?”
“Frank, you were not in a car wreck, but you have been through a very serious
trauma. We will try to explain everything that happened to you, but it will
take a little while.”
Doctor Walker’s face was starting to come into focus. I could see that she
was gorgeous. She had a face as pretty as a model’s and her strawberry-blonde
hair softly framed her face. I was feeling sexual tension, but I felt
immediate pain in my groin and chest. That killed my excitement right away.
“Where is my wife?”
“She is on her way to the hospital. We called her when you began to wake up
and she will be here soon.”
Everybody was scurrying around and checking the equipment. I was starting to
feel a good deal of pain throughout my body, as I became more aware of my
situation.
“Why do I hurt all over?”
“Frank, you have gone through a very radical surgery and it has impacted your
entire body.”
“Why did I have a surgery, you said I wasn’t in a car wreck? Did I have an
accident?”
“No Frank, you didn’t have an accident. You were abducted and the people who
took you performed surgery on your body. The have made many changes to your
body and these changes are causing your pain. You have not healed completely
and will need several week to complete the healing process.”
“What are you talking about? Who abducted me? What changes?”
“Frank, you need to calm down. Your heart is starting to race and we will
have to increase your sedation if you don’t slow down.”
I made myself slow down my breathing and tried to relax. I thought about my
wife, family and friends and just waited a few moments.
“That’s better Frank. Try to keep calm and I will tell you a bit about what
we know.”
Doctor Walker explained that unidentified people had dropped me in the
hospital emergency room. They had pushed me into the hospital during a crazy
time and by the time someone had a moment to see why I was brought in, they
were gone. There was an envelope in my wheelchair that gave instructions on
my care and a brief explanation of the procedures that had been performed on
me.
The envelope said that a secret group called “Modern Amazon Feminist Society”
had abducted me and performed radical surgeries on me. The letter said that
the reasons for my abduction would be made clear in the next several weeks
and that while I recovered, the hospital was to follow the surgery care
instructions carefully.
My head was starting to spin. I was in a great deal of pain and none of this
made any sense to me. Who is this “Modern Amazon Feminist Society” and why
would they want to abduct me. We weren’t rich and I thought the point of
abduction was to get money from rich people.
I wish I hadn’t asked.
My wife came in to the room and by the look on her face, I knew I was in
trouble.
“What’s wrong Shannon?”
“I’m sorry Frank, it upsets me to see you like this!” “I can’t believe what
they did to you!”
Shannon started crying and had to be comforted by somebody on the medical
staff. Dr Walker took charge of the situation and began talking in that
professional voice all surgeons seem to have.
“Shannon, Frank will be OK soon and once he adjusts to the changes in his
body, he will regain a largely normal life.”
“What changes in my body?”
“I will start at the beginning, but Shannon will have to sit down and you
both need to try and remain calm.” “If Frank becomes upset and his heart rate
peaks up again, we will have to sedate him and start over tomorrow on the
explanation.”
Dr. Walker started talking again and explained what she knew at that time.
The gender terrorist group Modern Amazon Feminist Society, also know as MAFS
had abducted me. The reason for my selection by the MAFS was not clear at
that time, but a communication package was promised for a future delivery
that would give that detail.
My body had been modified for 2 reasons. I had done something in the past
that was very offensive to my abductors and the second reason they claimed
was that my modifications were a demonstration of the groups ability to
“improve” a man. I was not the first man to be abducted for improvement by
the MAF group, nor would I be the last.
“Please let me talk without questions and then I will try to answer some of
your questions tonight and tomorrow I will continue after you have rested and
had a chance to get used to the information I have given you so far.”
A Thoroughly Changed Man
Dr. Walker began her explanation. The things she told me shook me to my very
core.
“The MAFS group abducted you for some undisclosed reason and performed major
surgery on you.”
“The modifications as we understand them are the following.”
“Most of your stomach muscles have been removed and the ones remaining are
very week and will not be capable of holding your internal organs in place.”
“Two of your ribs on each side have been removed which will further change
the way your body looks and functions.”
“Your abdominal organs have been modified to reduce them in size and now they
take up much less space than before the surgery and you will have to eat very
small meals the rest of your life.”
“Because of the stomach muscle removal, organ modifications and rib removal,
you will now have to wear a corset to keep everything in proper place and to
be able to stand without internal pain. This is a permanent condition, you
will need a very severe corset to function.”
“Your body hair has been permanently removed and you have no hair except on
the top of you head, thin eyebrows and eyelashes. Your body is hairless and
all hair follicles have been destroyed, except in the places I mentioned.”
“Your Achilles tendons has been shortened, which will require you to walk in
shoes that have high-heals.”
“Your lips have been modified to be much fuller and according to the MAFS
documents, your nerve endings in your lips have been modified to be extremely
sensitive. Your face has had some cosmetic surgery, your features have been
modified to look more feminine and your Adam’s apple has been reduced in
size.”
“Your breasts have also been modified to be larger. You are currently a “B”
cup and will continue to grow to between a “C” cup and a “D” cup based on
your family tendency in breast size. This was part of the information
provided in the MAFS documents.”
“Your genitals have had extensive modification. The only part of your penis
remaining is the glans or head of your penis. It is now more of a large
clitoris than a penis. The remaining section of penis is fully functional and
you will still use the stump to urinate and ejaculate. You can get erect
according to the documents, but with such a short penis, you will not be able
to penetrate a vagina any longer.”
“Your vocal cords has been tightened to produce a higher pitched voice.”
I was in panic at all of this news. Dr. Walker had calmly discussed the body
modifications I had gone through, but even with the sedation I was still
under the panic was extremely high by the end of the explanation.
“From the monitors I can tell that you are experiencing stress from the news.
I am going to increase the sedative and you will go back to sleep for now.
Over the next few days you will have time to adjust to your situation.”
With that the nurse turned a knob on my IV drip and I was off to a fitful
dream state that was like an unending nightmare. Over and over the freakish
image Dr. Walker had explained to me was spinning through my head.
Get Over It
The next day I woke to hear Shannon crying softly. The news came screaming
back into my head as reality returned to my brain.
“Don’t cry Shannon, it only makes it worse.”
“I’m sorry”, she said. “It’s just that I fell in love with a man and now you
are half man half woman.” “I don’t know how we can go on like this and Dr.
Walker said that there is no way to restore what has been removed from you
body.” “You are like this forever!”
Now I was crying and feeling a great loss. My world had been destroyed and my
wife was sitting in my hospital room crying. I was at a complete loss for
words and my emotions were in complete overload.
It was at that point that Dr. Walker came into my room.
“This video tape from the MAFS just came into the hospital. A young street
punk said that somebody gave him 20 bucks to drop it off. I think it is an
additional explanation for you to understand what has happened.”
Dr. Walker had an orderly bring in a TV and VCR. She placed the tape into the
VCR and we all began to watch the video. As the image came up it was a
computer- generated woman and the voice was also computer generated.
“Welcome back Frank, or shall I say Fankie?” “By now you know what has been
done to you, but you don’t know why and what the ramifications to your life
will be because of the modifications we performed.”
“We did this to you for three reasons. First, we believe that as Modern
Amazon Feminists we can adapt males to our needs and preferences, regardless
of your wishes. Second we have developed our capabilities to perform these
modifications to a high art and we wanted a subject to demonstrate them on.
And third, you were selected because of physical suitability and because you
were unfaithful to your wife Shannon.”
I started to protest to the TV, but before I could say anything video started
running of me having sex with a college age girl. Shannon started crying
harder as I stammered my apology and explanation.
“I am sorry Shannon, it was only that one time and it never happened again!”
Shannon ran out of the room as the tape continued to roll. I had stopped to
help this girl when her tire blew right in front of me. We were at a
stoplight and just as the light was changing to green, there was a loud pop.
I thought it might be my tire, but when I got out the girl also got out and
it was her back tire. All the cars around us were honking like crazy and she
was in a bit of a panic.
I could not believe my eyes, she was a tight-body strawberry blonde with
great tits, ass and the face of an angel. She looked wholesome and sexy at
the same time. My cock noticed my attraction and stirred in my pants.
I told her not to worry, it was just one of those things that happens
one-in-a- million times and her tire just blew. I asked her if she had a
spare and she said that the tire that just blew was her spare, she had
already had a flat today.
I suggested that we push the car off the road onto the shoulder to get it out
of traffic and get some help. She said that would be great, but since her
motel was just down the road, could I give her a lift the rest of the way and
she would deal with it in the morning.
I agreed and after we pushed her car out of the way while people all around
us honked horns, we loaded up her several suitcases into my SUV. It took a
less than five minutes to reach her hotel and I waited in my SUV while she
checked in.
It was an older style motel set up for highway trade, two stories with
outside stairs and a balcony to enter the rooms. Her room was on the second
floor and you had to lug suitcases up the outside stairs to reach it. She
asked me to help her get all her luggage up to the room and I readily agreed
to help this damsel in distress the rest of the way.
It took a couple of trips, but once she had everything up the stairs, she
asked me my name.
“I can’t believe how helpful you have been and we have not even introduced
ourselves!”
I told her my name was Frank and she said hers was Aphrodite.
“I bet you have had a day or two where you wished your parents didn’t give
you that name?” I said.
“Oh no, I picked that name when I turned 18 and had it legally changed. It
just suited me more than my given name “Jane”, I was not a plain Jane by any
stretch, so I changed it.” She said in a flirting way.
“No, you don’t strike me as a plain Jane either.” I flirted back as I tried
not to stare at her.
Just those few words were making me horny and I started to turn to go before
my thoughts got any more sexual.
“Well, I need to be going, good luck with the car Aphrodite.”
“Don’t go just yet, I have not thanked you for all your help.”
“That’s all right, you don’t have to thank me, just trying to help out
somebody in need.”
“No I insist, I must return the favor somehow!”
She moved quickly and before I know what was happening, she pulled her dress
over her head. I was stunned when I saw she was naked underneath. I knew she
was looking sexy before and was not wearing a bra, but I had avoided staring
and did not know she was naked under her dress. I knew she was pretty, but
she was magnificent when she was naked. Her breasts were a natural “C” cup
and perfectly shaped, with no droop. Narrow waste flaring out to perfect
hips. Her trimmed bush was natural strawberry-blond to match the hair on her
head. Her body was that of a very fit young woman and did not have any excess
fat. She could have been a model for all I knew. She looked perfect.
She stepped into my arms and kissed me passionately. My head was spinning and
as she kissed me deeply, she started undressing me. For some unknown reason,
I didn’t stop her. It was out of character for me, but for that one moment I
forgot about my marriage to Shannon and let her undress me. I should have
stopper her, but her sexuality was overwhelming and I started thinking with
my dick.
She had me undressed in a few seconds and she pushed me to the bed. As she
lay me down on my back she told me to relax and let her have her way with me.
She was going to return my favor by showing me a good time.
Aphrodite was kissing me all over my body and brushing my dick with her
longhair hands and lips. She had me rock hard and no thoughts remained in my
head about my wife Shannon.
I tried to use my hands to caress Aphrodite, but she stopped me.
“I want you to relax and let me do the work! You did your part getting me
rescued and to my motel, now just relax and enjoy!”
I lay back, but her teasing was driving me crazy and soon I started stroking
her again.
“I told you not to do that, so now I am going to have to get those hands
under control.”
Aphrodite jumped off the bed and came back with some silk stockings. She tied
my hands to the headboard and then tied my feet to the bed frame at the foot
of the bed. It took a few seconds and it happened so fast, plus I was so
horny that I didn’t even think about stopping her. I was not tightly bound,
but I could not reach anything or get up again till she wanted.
Aphrodite began making love to my body and she stroked me and kissed
everywhere but on my dick. My dick was hard as a rock and starting to leak
pre-cum.
“What a nice cock you have! It must be a good 8 inches and quite thick. I bet
you make all the girls crazy with that thing!”
She was right, my dick was well above average and I had always had been both
proud and popular because of my very nice cock. In college the word got out
among some of the coeds and I had many opportunities to bed curious women. It
was a reputation I would have to live down when I met Shannon.
“I want it in my pussy, but it is so big, I don’t know if I can take it.”
I told Aphrodite that I was sure that if she relaxed she would be able to
take it and would enjoy the fullness.
“Can you lick my pussy and get it nice and wet for your big dick?” she
implored.
I quickly agreed and Aphrodite turned around and set her pussy on my face. As
I started licking her pussy, she lightly stroked and licked my cock. She slid
her pussy up and down as I licked and she controlled my access to her sweet
pussy. She teased my dick and spread my pre-cum up and down my shaft with her
fingertips, never giving me enough attention to move me toward my climax but
always teasing me further. Then she shook with orgasm and collapsed on my
body. She never let go of my cock, but never stroked it harder than whisper.
“That was very nice and I bet it would be very nice to have your big dick in
my pussy! The only thing is, I don’t like to have my pussy full of sperm when
I finish fucking, so I make my boyfriend suck my pussy clean when I fuck. No
licking my pussy clean, no fucking. I was planning to give you a blowjob, but
your dick is so big, I can’t get my mouth on it to give you a good sucking.
Will you lick my pussy clean if I fuck you?”
I could not believe my own ears, but I was so horny and with my hands and
legs tied, it made sense to agree with her request. That is what happens when
you think with your cock.
“Yes, please fuck me!”
“Yes what?” she asked.
“Yes I will lick your pussy clean after we fuck!”
Aphrodite turned around and sat her pussy down on my cock head. She rubbed it
back and forth on her clit and pussy lips until it was well lubricated. She
slowly pressed her pussy down on my dick and as her pussy started to open up
my dick felt her warm wet pussy flesh. It tightly engulfed my cock as she
slid on down. Aphrodite took her time, teasing me and getting used to the
fullness. Finally she was fully impaled on my cock and she leaned forward and
kissed my face neck and lips as she moved her pussy up and down a fraction of
an inch. She kept teasing me for several minutes as she ground her clit into
my dick and pelvis. By her action, she was getting the fullness and
stimulation to her clit and I was being teased. She climaxed for the second
time, a small climax but a climax non-the less.
After a few minutes she started to slowly fuck me. Up and down she slid on my
pole. Up to the tip and back down to the hilt. She kept up her slow fucking
for several minutes and I would have screamed out in sweet agony if it were
not for her mouth French kissing me.
Eventually Aphrodite began to near orgasm again and she started picking up
the pace. I was bucking up to meet her down thrust and slamming home my
sexual frustration as hard as my limited movement would let me. Soon we were
both on the verge of climax and when I started shooting, Aphrodite started
shaking again with her 3d climax. She collapsed on my chest and my cock
stayed lodged in her sweet pussy as we relaxed.
“I can feel my pussy full of you sperm, are you ready to clean up the mess
you made in my pussy?”
I had forgotten about my agreement, but now that I had climaxed, I was not
interested in licking her pussy full of fresh sperm.
“Can’t we forget about the pussy cleaning? I have never eaten pussy after
fucking before and now it sounds king of gross.”
“A deal is a deal and since you are tied up still, I guess that you will just
have to live up to your bargain.”
Aphrodite slid off my cock and quickly sat her pussy down on my mouth. At
first I didn’t lick, just sat there thinking about eating sperm and thinking
that only queers ate sperm.
“Get to licking, or I will pinch your nose so you can’t breath.”
I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue into her pussy. The sperm and pussy
juice was running down my throat as it slid out of her pussy. At first, I was
gagging on the slimy mixture, but I got over that and began to enjoy licking
her sweet pussy and feeling the mixture on my tongue.
“Yes, that’s it, lick my pussy clean you sperm eater. This is called a
“creampie” and I am glad you are getting your first from me!”
I licked and sucked for all I was worth as she ground her pussy down on my
face. As she neared her 4th orgasm, I realized that my cock was still hard.
She was not even touching my cock and yet I was still hard as a rock. Her
youth, beauty and the kinky experience of cleaning up my own sperm were
keeping me very excited.
Aphrodite was grinding her pussy on my face and spreading the creampie all
over my face. I could hardly keep up with my licking as she reached her 4th
climax. She shuddered for several minutes and I gently licked her pussy lips
and stayed away from her very sensitive clit.
When she was done with her orgasm, she slid down my body and started stroking
my cock again.
“You are a natural born creampie eater, you never even lost your hardon and
now you are ready to go again! You sperm eating fool!”
Aphrodite again set her pussy down on my dick, but this time she did not
tease. Her pussy went down in one stroke and she started slamming up and down
as fast as she could. I usually went limp after fucking, but this girl was so
sexy and it was so kinky eating my first creampie while tied up under a
beautiful strawberry blonde that I was ready to fuck all night.
Since I had already cum, I did not climax as fast. Aphrodite varied her pace
and slid up and down to create several small orgasms for herself. As she
started to build up once again for a large climax, she started pinching my
nipples, and reaching around a pulling on my balls. I was heading for a
climax again. It didn’t take long after that and when her pussy started to
spasm; my cock shot off again for my second climax.
It was amazing, the way she had gotten me to climax twice in such a short
time. I was lost in my sexual afterglow when she picked up her head from my
chest.
“Ready to clean up my pussy?”
I had forgotten her rule and I was not thrilled about eating a second
creampie!
“I tell you what, this time just lick my pussy lips and stay away from my
clit. If you can clean me up without driving me crazy, I won’t have to make
you hard again to fuck me. If you drive me crazy with lust, I will just have
to fuck you again, even if it takes me all night to get you hard enough to
ride that magnificent cock of yours.
Aphrodite slid up to my face and I ate my second creampie. I gently licked
her pussy lips and swallowed the sperm and pussy juice mixture as she gently
stroked my hair. My dick was still semi-hard, but I definitely did not have a
full- fledged erection.
Aphrodite kept it up for several minutes until there was no sperm leaking out
of her pussy into my mouth.
“You did good! I got cleaned up without having to fuck again, so I will be
able to let you up!”
After a few more minutes, she untied me. I needed to get out of there! I was
very late and I had not even called home. Shannon was going to be pissed! And
I smelled like sex! Not just a little, Aphrodite had pussy juice and sperm
from my knees to my nose and there was no way that Shannon was going to miss
the odor.
“Can I rinse off in the shower?”
“What’s the matter Frank, don’t want to go home with the smell of sex on
you?”
“Well it would be a little hard to explain, wouldn’t it!”
She let me shower and I raced home with the windows open to dry my hair. It
turned out that I was in luck because there had been a bad wreck on the
freeway and traffic was backed up for miles. Shannon had called my cell
phone, but it was turned off and she didn’t get an answer. When she asked me
why my cell phone was off, I told her I had gone off and left it at the
office.
“I am glad you are home safe and sound, but I was worried that when I could
not reach you on the cell phone, it was you involved in the wreck! Don’t
forget the cell phone again!”
She gave me a big hug and held me for several minutes as she got over her
fear of me being in the big accident.
“You smell nice Frank, are you wearing a new after-shave or something?”
My mind raced for an answer.
“No, they changed the soap at the office and I washed my face just before I
left to freshen up a bit for the drive home, I was a little sleepy. I don’t
like the new soap, thought it was a bit smelly, but you seem to like it, so
maybe it is not so bad.”
That was the end of it for me, Shannon thought the time loss was because of a
wreck and I was sure that the secret would go to the grave with me. Before I
settled down with Shannon, I had a bit of a reputation as a “cocks-man” and
Shannon had promised me that if she ever got wind of me fooling around on her
that would be it! I had never made that mistake before that day and I was
never going to repeat this mistake again, even if it was great sex!
There it was on videotape, me having sex with Aphrodite, kinky sex in a motel
room. Shannon had left so soon that she didn’t see it all, but I was sure
that she was very pissed. It was bad enough that I was a freak, but now she
had all the reason she needed to leave me without the transformation.
I looked around the room as the tape played out my sex scene and the nurses
were squirming and getting a little flushed, but Dr. Walker just had a polite
smile on her face. I think I died 5 times as the tape played on. Then the sex
faded and computer voice and face came back.
“Well as you can see, Frankie you were a scumbag male, going against your
vows to Shannon and just like the majority of men not worthy of the women in
your life. You can try to say that you were entrapped, but not once did you
leave or even ask to leave! That is why we were perfectly justified to pick
you for our demonstration.”
“We have done some of these steps to other men as we perfected them. Men who
were unfaithful like you. Frankie, you are the first male to get the whole
treatment, but you will not be the last. The MAFS will keep looking for men
who are unfaithful to the women in their lives and when we identify them, we
will take action to put things in better order.”
“Now on to the good parts! I get to explain your new body to you!
“We know from our spies at the hospital that you know most of the changes
that were performed on your body. What you don’t know are the subtle items
that have been done to you.”
“First things first. Your penis has been modified extensively. You have been
told that it has been shortened to just the glans or head. That is true, but
not the whole story. We have also taken the skin and nerve endings from you
penis and relocated them throughout your body. We used the material to create
your nipples on your new breasts, to enhance your lips and replaced the
lining of your rectum with the rest. You are the first modified man to get
our new rectum lubrication modification. We created a connection from your
prostate to your rectum that allows seminal fluids to lubricate your rectum.
Basically, your pre- cum will be used to make your anal opening more like a
vagina. When you are sexually stimulated, your anal opening will produce a
natural lubrication.”
“The net effect of these penis modifications is that you can only receive
total sexual stimulation by rubbing the penis tip or as we like to say your
clit with your fingers, having anal sex by penetration, giving a blowjob and
having your nipples sucked at the same time.”
“As you can see, this is a very complex process to obtain sexual
gratification and you may wonder why would anybody bother to have sex under
these conditions. Well in your case we made sure that you would be driven to
have as much sex as possible. We have placed millions of tiny hormone
capsules called microcapsules in your body. The capsules are made with
various material and thickness of materials that will be absorbed over time.
As your body absorbs the coating you will receive a time release of hormones.
The microcapsules have been injected through you body in organ, muscle, bone
and even brain tissues. The number and placement was arranged to prevent
removal of the microcapsules and thus you will be at the mercy of your
hormones the rest of your life.”
“Now the mix of hormones is diabolical! You will have excessive male hormones
to maximize your sex drive and you will have female hormones to insure breast
growth and other gender shaping results. For all practical purposes, you are
permanently horny and there is no way to stop the effect of our hormone
treatment. You could even remove your testicles and you would still be over-
sexed.”
“You understand that we removed ribs, part of your eternal organs and much of
your stomach muscles. That means you will be corseted the rest of your life.
In fact, you corset will need to hold your waste to about 18 inches. This
will give you quite a female shape, with your breasts and the extra fat the
female hormones will build up on your hips.”
“You also know about your Achilles tendons. They have been shortened to
require you to wear high-heal shoes the rest of your life. In fact, you will
not be able to stand going barefoot for more than a few minutes at a time.”
“We removed all unneeded body hair and that coupled with the female hormones
will give you the smoothest skin possible and a beautiful head of hair on
top.”
“We have also used strong hypnotic drugs to alter your mind. While you were
going through the physical transformations, we reprogrammed your brain. You
will remain male heterosexual in your mind. In fact, we enhanced your
homophobic feelings. At the same time, we implanted a total aversion to
anything but silk underclothing and if you try to wear anything else, you
will have terrible hives. You will spend the rest of your life dressed in
women’s silk underwear, wearing a silk corset, in high-heals and wanting to
be double penetrated while rubbing your clit and nipples to have sexual
satisfaction.”
“We doubt that there will be much time in your life for any activity besides
fulfilling your sex drive!”
“Your programming also includes a strong desire to wear makeup, long
fingernails and to grow your hair long. The urge to do these things is so
strong that you will spend hours each day perfecting a feminine look! Your
image will revolt you because of the strong homophobic feelings, but you
won’t be able to stop yourself and we have also placed a complete blockage of
any suicide thoughts in your mind programming. You can not take your own life
to end the torment!”
“We have also programmed you to want to serve your wife in any way she wants.
You are for all extent and purpose your wife’s slave and are bound to her for
life. If she should die for some reason, you are programmed to seek out a new
woman to replace her and you will continue to serve her for life. You now see
that you can not be unfaithful to your wife again! You are her slave and must
be true to her commands at all times!
“One more little twist we added to your adultery punishment is sperm
addiction and aversion! You are programmed to eat sperm regularly. If you
don’t take sperm orally every few days, you will become ill to your stomach
and will remain so until you eat more sperm. Because we enhanced your
homophobic feelings, you will be revolted by the act of eating the sperm, but
compelled to do so!”
“If you only eat your own sperm (which you are still capable of producing in
abundance) overtime you will build an immunity to it and that can only be
cured by eating sperm produced by another. It does not have to be human
sperm, it could be from a dog for example.”
“The last thing we have done is kidnap your wife as she ran out of your
hospital room. She was darted with a strong tranquilizer as she went to her
car in the parking lot and has been taken to our research labs. There she
will be injected with her own set of microcapsules to maximize her sex drive
and undergo hypnotic mind programming to help her adjust to the new Frankie.”
“We did think it was sad that your lovely penis was not going to be in one
piece again, so before it was removed, we injected you penis with a chemical
that forces an erection for hours and made several molds of it. Your wife
Shannon will receive several dildos and strap-on devices molded from your
erect penis.”
“When she returns in a few weeks, she will be ready to take her place as your
owner and a Modern Amazon Feminist!”
With that the tape ended. As I looked at the medical staff, I could tell that
there was a lot of sexual tension in the room, mixed with pity for me. None
of them could imagine the life I would be leaving.
Dr. Walker had them increase my sedative and I drifted off to my fitful dream
state.
My New Life Takes Shape
I had a lot of pain the next few weeks, but as I healed, the pain went away.
Shannon was gone for 3 weeks and the police never did find out who took her
or me. There was a brief time where the media hounded the hospital for
updates, but the hospital never released my name and by the time I was ready
to go home, there were a few other men who had been kidnapped and modified. I
was old news and there was an end to the interest by news media.
Shannon was fine when she was released. There was no visible change, but she
was a different person when we got home. She no longer viewed me as her
husband or even male. I was bound to her as slave and servant. She was horny
often and I was always licking her pussy to orgasm. I was constantly begging
her to fuck me with the strap-on while I played with my tits and clit. When I
would climax and shoot off from the remaining tip of my dick, I would lick
the mess off my fingers and then I would be revolted by my homophobic
feelings.
After a month or so, my sperm was making me sicker and I started begging her
to take on other lovers. She soon agreed and began to bring them home for sex
and for me to get other sperm into my system. I would get to eat her creampie
when her lover finished and that made me feel “normal” again. Shannon started
having me dress in a French Maid’s uniform to serve her and her lovers. My
new body was perfect for the uniform and Shannon enjoyed my humiliation at
having to wear it.
On date nights I would start by bathing and dressing Shannon. Then I had to
serve drinks and snacks to Shannon and her lover. I would lick her pussy when
she was ready to have sex and sometimes she would have me lick her date’s
dick to get it hard. Then she would have me guide the real man’s cock into
her pussy. When they finished, I would dive into her wet pussy and eat as
much sperm as I could get as fast as I could. It had a much better effect
when it was very fresh. Each time, I would feel better for a few weeks and
then I would start craving sperm from someone else.
With Shannon’s mind programming, she viewed men more as toys and certainly
not a woman’s equal. She wanted to have sex for her pleasure and the pleasure
a man received was not her concern. She viewed me more like a very loved pet.
She loved me, but not as a man or woman. Even though she loved me, she took
pleasure in my humiliation. She said it was a fair punishment for my
unfaithfulness.
Last week, Shannon was feeling a bit under the weather and did not want to
bring home one of her lovers. It had bee a few weeks since I had a dose of
sperm from another man and I was feeling quite ill. Shannon was just not able
to get out of bed to help me, so she called an “emergency” number that was
imprinted in her head by the MAFS programmers. In short order two large black
males showed up and soon had me on my knees giving blowjobs. I wanted to
puke, but my desire for sperm and my uncontrollable horniness forced me to
perform well. As the first was fucking my mouth I started getting turned on
by the friction on my lips and was wiggling my ass. The second black got the
idea and soon his big dick was up my ass. They fucked me like that for a good
15 minutes until they both shot loads into me. I immediately felt better, but
then was revolted by the homosexual acts I just performed.
They rested a few minutes and decided to switch ends and do me again. This
time, it took a lot longer to reach orgasm, but the face and anal fucking so
stimulated my body that I had several orgasms. Each time, I rubbed the
remains of my dick and shot a good load of sperm into my hand that I would
eat as soon as a dick was out of my mouth.
I was on permanent disability from work. I was no longer able to be effective
and my presence upset my co-workers. The best thing for all was for me to
move on. The only problem was that my disability income was much less than I
was earning before and we liked the lifestyle that our combined incomes
brought in. Shannon decided that I would have to find suitable employment.
Shannon had worked out a plan. If I took regular employment, my disability
would end. Even if the new job was for much less than I earned before. So, I
would have to earn my living in a cash business or some form of non-salary
income. Shannon’s company had opened Asian and African operations and they
had aggressive goals to build up to several billion over the next few years.
In order to land the deals, her company was going to entertain the foreign
businessmen here in the states and it was important to show them a good time.
Shannon was a candidate for the new position of international sales director
and her future would be discussed in a private meeting with her boss Clark.
Clark was surprised when I attended with Shannon dressed in one of my French
maid’s uniform, but he did not say anything. It was the first time her boss
had seen me since the modifications and he was amazed by my new look. I had
gotten quite good at makeup and hair, plus my body had developed into a very
sexy look in the French Maids uniform.
Shannon asked me to serve coffee and snacks while they talked. I moved around
as much as possible to keep Clark staring at my body dressed in the
formfitting uniform and listened.
“Frankie can not work in a regular job for two reasons. First, she would lose
her disability income and second nobody would take her serious. She needs a
job where her income can be in the form of cash or can be paid to me
directly. In addition to those facts, Frankie could be very valuable when we
entertain our Asian and African guests.”
The wheels were spinning in Clark’s head.
“I know I am being considered for international sales director and my
proposal is for Frankie to become my assistant for entertaining our
international partners and we will use his unique skills to help close the
deals. Her salary will be paid directly to me on top of my new salary and
that will give us a combined income that maintains our lifestyle and a little
more.”
Clark was starting to smile.
“I am so confident of our proposal that I will give you a satisfaction
guarantee. If you are not satisfied by our sales results in Asia and Africa
in six months, I will resign.”
Clark was grinning ear to ear.
“Frankie Please remove you uniform down to your corset, panties and
stockings.”
It had been a few weeks since I had a sperm fix from another person and I was
craving Clark’s sperm.
“Slowly spin around and give Clark a good view.”
I am a striking man/woman these days. I could walk well in the high-heals and
there I was in my severe silk corset with half cups to support my perfect
breasts, garter straps holding my stockings up, high-heals with sexy ankle
straps and black silk panties.
Clark let out a sigh and said, “Nice”.
“Frankie, I want you to take Clark’s cock out of his pants, suck him till he
is good and hard and then I want you to bend over his desk and let him have
you in the ass.” Shannon said in a matter of fact manner.
Her plan was designed to maximize my performance! I had not had any sperm
from someone else for several weeks and I needed a fix bad. By having me give
up my ass to Clark, I would still be craving sperm. I would then have to give
my best blowjob to Clark to produce a second orgasm and get my oral dose of
his sperm. Clark was in his late forties and getting a second orgasm was
going to be a challenge.
I went right to work. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his already
swelling cock. It was a nice cock, not as big as my former cock, but well
above average. I had learned to perform oral sex well on cocks. I knew what
had felt good to me when I was a whole man and because of my new condition, I
had gained practical experience giving blowjobs.
Clark was soon rock hard as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. At the
same time the nerve endings in my lips were telling my brain that my phantom
cock was getting stroked and my ass was starting to leak pre-cum.
When Clark started moaning, I got up from my knees and leaned over his desk.
By now he was so horny, that he had no hesitation at pulling down my panties
and ramming his dick to the hilt. He reached around and started playing with
my sensitive tits and nipples. I was getting very turned on to his efforts
and started fingering my clit as he pounded into my ass. By now he had a good
rhythm going and I was able to squeeze my asshole to meet his thrusts and
give him a good anal fucking.
I was sure that his receptionist could hear the lustful sounds coming out of
Clark’s office and to this day I wonder what she was thinking.
The kinky nature of the sex had Clark ready to orgasm in short order and when
he shot his load up my ass he let out a loud moan and collapsed back into his
chair. His cock was still tightly in my ass and his hands were still playing
with my tits, so as he sat back, I was pulled onto his lap.
I didn’t want him to lose his erection, so I slid up off his shaft and turned
around and sucked his cock into my mouth. I had to pull out every trick to
keep him hard and was using my lips and hands to work his cock and balls. He
was starting to soften when I slipped a moist finger into his asshole. That
was the trick, I started finger-fucking his ass as I worked my mouth up and
down his shaft and played with his balls with my other hand.
I don’t know how long it had been since Clark had back-to-back orgasms, but
he was building to one now. I knew I had him when he was rocking his hips to
my rhythm and he put his hands in my hair to get the rhythm he wanted. Clark
continued to face fuck me fast and hard for several minutes. When he finally
climaxed, it was a small amount, but it was like precious material to me as I
sucked it down.
After Clark rested a moment and I continued to clean up his dick of any
remaining sperm Shannon spoke. “Do we have an agreement?”
All Clark said was, “Hell yes!”
I got dressed and we headed home to celebrate.
Continued Adjustment
A new shipment of dildos and strap-on cocks arrived the other day from MAFS.
They had decided that my former cock was the perfect size, longer and thicker
than average, but not so large that a woman would find it uncomfortable once
she got used to it. The molds from my cock would be used extensively by the
group in the manufacture of sex appliances. They felt it would only be fair
if Shannon received a sample of the new and improved devices in compensation
for my sacrificed cock. I had tears in my eyes as we unwrapped the
appliances. I kept thinking back to the days when a cock like this swung
between my legs.
There were three new strap-on cocks for our use. One was intended for Shannon
to use on me and was molded to fit her pussy perfectly. They must have take
molds of her pussy when she was abducted. It had about 5 inches of my cock on
her end and was designed to cup her genitalia perfectly, including a clit
stimulator. It actually fit so well that if her pussy were shaved, the
suction created would hold it in place for a vigorous fucking session. On my
end was a complete replica of my cock. Shannon could give me a good reaming
and help me with my sexual frustration.
The second strap-on was designed for me to wear to fuck Shannon. It had a
recess for placing my dick head in place and was shipped with an adhesive
that could be used to set the dildo in place where my old cock once grew. I
love the feeling of slipping “my cock” into Shannon and fucking her like old
times. She enjoyed it a great deal and I often lick Shannon’s pussy to
several orgasms and then put on “my cock” and fuck for as long as she can
stand it. I don’t get much stimulation from this, but I feel more like a man
when I am fucking her to multiple orgasms. Shannon likes this device so much
that she has quite feeling the need to bring home lovers for pleasure. I now
have to get my extra sperm from the entertainment we do for the international
customers.
The third strap-on is a face dildo. It has about 4 inches of my cock that
goes in my mouth and a locking strap to hold it in place. The other end is a
complete replica of my old cock. There is breathing hole in the dildo and a
feeding tube that can be inserted into the hole, that way I can be made to
drink any liquid Shannon wishes. I can be locked into the face dildo and kept
silent for as long as Shannon wishes. She can take her pleasure by riding my
face dildo and then assign me to chores to with cock sticking out from my
face. She uses it a bit as a punishment device, but promises that we will
have need for it with women customers in the future.
The international business has taken off very fast and Shannon was a big
success in closing the deals. After working out basic agreements by
teleconference, she would invite them to the US for final negotiations. We
would always arrange an evening of entertainment where I would start the
evening as a maid, serving food and drinks and by the end of the evening
serving the men in a more personal way.
We have not lost a deal yet and Shannon has been promoted to a Senior VP
position. The only person above her is the CEO. Her income is fantastic,
because as sales VP she gets a base salary plus a commission on all the
sales. International sales have built up to over 500 Million and the company
is on track to reach the 1 Billion-dollar target over a year sooner than
originally planned.
We have moved into a mansion that we use for entertainment of our
International customers and I now have domestic staff to help with the
household duties. But when the customers show up, the staff is gone before
the fun starts and I am left to finish serving the prepared refreshments and
drinks in my French Maid role.
My hormone levels kept me sexually charged and the best way to relieve the
wanton feelings is to perform at these entertainment events. Afterwards I am
revolted by the acts that I view as homosexual, but I am driven to seek the
penetration as well as the sperm.
My brain has largely adjusted to the relocation of nerve endings. When I am
getting double penetrated with the person who is penetrating my anal path
rubbing my tits and with me stroking my “clit” and a second phallus in my
mouth pumping in and out I feel great. I can close my eyes and create a
mental image of my former cock and it feels like I am still a man with a real
cock. It is only when I am done that I remember that I just sucked a cock
that I get the feelings of revulsion.
Last week Shannon had a group of 5 businessmen from Africa at the house for
final negotiations. We have several guest suites and each of the men had a
private room and would be with us for 2 days and 1 night. If Shannon closed
this deal, we would have exclusive rights to sales in several emerging
nations in Africa. She would have it made if this deal came through.
The first day was all business and we ran the meeting in our multi-media
room. The staff helped serve and prepare food for our guests, but I was a
visual distraction for the men in my sexiest French Maids costume. Each time
I entered the room they could not take their eyes off me. I made sure to walk
around picking up dishes and refreshing drinks as often as possible. I leaned
over and gave long views of my nearly naked breasts and when I needed to pick
up a dropped item, I bent at the waste so my short uniform skirt would rise
up and expose my silk panties. By the end of the day, all five men were
semi-erect in their pants.
The staff under my supervision served dinner and the men enjoyed the gourmet
foods and fine wine. After dinner the men and Shannon retired to the lounge
and the staff cleared dinner and departed. I continued to serve wine and
cocktails to keep the men relaxed.
It was getting late when Shannon announced to the men that she needed to
retire, but that I would stay up to provide whatever entertainment the men
desired. With that she left the room.
There was a long pause as the men looked at me with lust. Finally one of the
men asked what Shannon had meant by her statement.
I explained that I would stay with them as long as they wished and see to it
that their needs were met. At that point he got direct and asked me if that
included sex.
The other men fidgeted, and some even pulled at their pants to make room for
swelling cocks.
“I have no pussy for your cocks, but my mouth and ass are at your disposal
this evening.”
The men were taken back when they realized that I was a transgendered male
and not a woman. The room was silent until one spoke.
“Then get overhear and suck my cock”, the largest man said.
I went over and knelt before him and opened the fly of his pants. His cock
was almost erect and I had to remove his pants to get it free. I was amazed
by the size of the thing as I started stroking it and sucking the head, it
grew to over 10 inches and my mouth was stretched to its maximum by the
thickness of his cock. It took a few minutes, but soon I was getting a good
rhythm going and he was starting to moan.
One of the other men pulled up my skirt and lowered my panties and started
working his dick into my ass. I was getting pretty turned on and the
lubrication from my pre-cum enabled him to penetrate me quickly. They had me
sandwiched now and were working me hard with their large cocks. The sexual
teasing I had given them throughout the day had them pretty excited and it
did not take long to get them to orgasm.
I let their cocks soften a bit and then pulled my mouth off the first cock
and the second slid out of my ass. I quickly removed the uniform so my tits
would be exposed and looked at the other three men.
“Whose turn is next?”
The quietest member of the negotiation team raised his hand and I went to him
and opened his pants. As I knelt before him, I suggested to the men that they
get undressed. I started sucking and found a nice large cock about the size
of my former cock. I didn’t even look around when a forth man took his cock
and shoved it into my ass. I was pulling my second double penetration of the
night and I was getting the fucking of my life form these large black cocks.
I had to keep my mind off what I was doing, or my homophobic feelings would
take over. I just concentrated on the rubbing of cock on my lips and in my
ass. When the ass fucker reached around and grabbed my tits and started
pawing at my nipples, I could create a mental image of my old cock getting
stroked and push the “queer” thoughts out of my head.
When I got done with these two, I asked the last man if he wanted lips or ass
and he said both. I asked him which he wanted first, he said he wanted a
blowjob. With that, I went to work on my 5th large black cock. As I was
sucking away, one of the men got a second erection and soon he was fucking my
ass as I gave the blowjob.
I lost track of how many times I was fucked that night, but the men all went
to bed after fucking by mouth and ass many times. I think I went to sleep a
4:00AM and nobody was up to start the final negotiation on time the next day.
Shannon won that deal also and we got a huge commission check out of our
efforts. When I woke up in the hospital that day, I never dreamed what my
life would be like today, and I don’t enjoy everything about it, but as you
can see we have adjusted and even learned how to profit from our situation.
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Modern Amazon Feminist Society Meeting
“Ladies, ladies, come to order, we have a very full agenda tonight and we
need to get things moving”, the chairwoman said as she called the meeting to
order.
“The first order of business is a report from Dr. Walker on the success of
the surgical modification techniques she has developed and that will be
followed up by Aphrodite’s sub-team report on our next target male.”
“Before they start, please give them both a big round of applause! We have
progressed so far and fast due to the efforts of this mother daughter team!”
The two women got a standing ovation as they started their reports.
Carol had been paid a healthy six figures for her work moving her former employer’s company to another city. They were already financially well off so this money would be used for their favorite common hobby, bondage, and chastity equipment to be used on Bob.
Bob is talented but he lacks some of the skill and equipment to produce the ultimate interactive bondage suit. Carol is an excellent technical sketch artist and a bit of an inventor but something on the level she wanted would need to be commissioned.
The total remote control is Carol’s ultimate dream. She wants one handheld unit the size of a TV remote to control everything. This will take a high level of technical skill and most of the systems must be bespoke.
Carol lurked in chat rooms and researched kink-friendly experts for months. Two names kept being mentioned so she narrowed her research to two. After her research, she attempted to contact them both.
One was a designer craftsman and artist from Argentina who was well known for his skills and creativity in leather and other fetish materials like latex. The other was an electronic and robotic genius. They both were known for their work in the normal world. The leather and latex craftsman created items that appeared in big-budget motion pictures and on celebrity red carpets. The electronic genius actually had his work roaming the surface of the moon and Mars.
Carol cut right to the chase and made her initial contact a series of her detailed sketches. This was enough to spur their interests. She then used a phrase that sealed the deal, “money is no object”.
After months of intense planning and emails, usually, while Bob was enjoying some sort of heavy bondage, they finally settled on a plan. First Bob was to be measured personally by both men. Both men had a flair for the dramatic and loved the idea of making this memorable and disorienting event for Bob. They lived in the same part of the country so the plan was to transport Bob to their area are and back again.
A few days later a package arrived with equipment for Bob’s trip. At the time specified Bob was groomed, cleaned out with several enemas, hydrated and filled with liquid nutrition. His eyes were fitted with blackout contact lenses the totally blocked all light and sight. Noise-canceling earplugs that blocked all sound.
The day and hour came so Bob was alone kneeling naked in the driveway waiting for his transportation. Soon the gate bell rang and Carol opened it remotely, a black SUV with a coffin-shaped storage bin bolted to the roof pulled in. it looked like any other SUV. A young couple stepped out opened the back door and pulled out a strange-looking folded cart. They unfolded it and centered the forks under the storage unit unbolted the storage box and lowered it to the driveway.
From the outside, it was a common storage bin, the kind used to store camping gear, surfboards or ski equipment. However when they opened it the inside was lined with latex. There was a perfectly shaped hole that would fit a naked man exactly Bob’s size. Bob was laid down into the man-shaped hole, a tube gag was inserted into his mouth and strapped behind his head.
The lid was lowered and the mouth tube was threaded through a hole to the outside. They then attached a bicycle pump to a valve on the side and pumped until the appropriate pressure was reached. Bob was completely immobilized between the air-filled chambers that suspended him away from the bottom of the container.
The container was again lifted and bolted to the roof and the cart stored away. Without hesitation, they were on the road heading for who knows where. Bob could feel the starts and stops bumps and turns. Some roads were rough and some were like floating. Soon Bob was lost in subspace. He actually dozed off for five minutes or maybe hours he completely lost track of time. He had no idea where he was or when he was and maybe who he was.
Suddenly the movement stopped and then after a while, it started again. Bob thought perhaps it was lunchtime. He had a chuckle thinking of all of the common roof storage units he had seen for years might have contained naked men or naked women. Finally, after some twists and turns, everything stopped.
The storage container was detached and lowered to the floor. The cool air rushed in as the lid was opened. He was quickly lifted by hands and feet to a table. His hands, feet, and neck were cuffed to the table then more straps went around his chest, waist and thighs.
Bob was rolled a long distance then into an elevator then into a padded room. The earbuds were replaced with a fresh charge set then he was unstrapped. He was put in a standing position with his arms stretched out straight with cuffs and chains attached to opposite walls. For the next hour he was poked and prodded, measured and remeasured from head to toe. Even his asshole was measured which was both awkward and concerning. A container was held under his chastity device until he pissed. Then he was given pills and a drink that tasted like one of Carol’s concoctions. He had been totally blind and deaf through the whole experience plus Bob was silent as he assumed he should be.
Again he was strapped to the cart and wheeled back to an elevator them back to the container. The gag was secured around his head then the lid of the storage box was attached again. The top and bottom compressed his body and suspended him in a cushion of air. It had been filled with more pressure then before that caused him to labor for his air.
Bob had to constantly focus on his breath so he probably wouldn’t be sleeping. This added pressure which caused Bob’s cock strain in his chastity device, then he remembered pills and the drink he had been given. The ride home would be more interesting for sure.
After a few hours on the road whatever it was kicked in fully. Bob began to hump and struggle in his bondage. His cock painfully strained against the metal bars of his device. They stopped again for what Bob imagined was to eat but before they started again they pumped a few more pounds into his latex bondage prison. Somehow they knew this was perfectly timed to drive him to another level. Bob was straining and sweating as the innocent-looking tube raced down the freeway at 75 mph.
By the time they arrived at the house, Bob was completely spent. The container was lowered and opened. He was positioned in exactly the spot he was picked up. The cool night air gave him a chill. He stayed perfectly still waiting for Carol.
Carol led him into the house and into the shower. She removed the earbuds and blackout contact lenses. She looked at his smile and delighted in his bewildered look. Then she asked him how his day had been? They ate dinner then she put Bob to bed in his sleep sack eyes taped, earplugs, her juices on his face and in his nose, her piss on his breath, and a pillowcase filled with a week’s worth of soiled sex and sweat-soaked underwear.
Another day in the life of Carol and Bob.
Bob and Carol receive the ultimate bondage suit.
After many many months of testing and adjustments, Carol received the finished product. Bob still had no idea what she had designed for him. all he knew was he had been transported several more times for measurements. Bob was always deaf, dumb, blind and subject to whatever they did. He had no idea where he went, what their names were or what they looked like. He wasn’t sure if they were male or female.
Things had been inserted and electrified, once his chastity device had been removed and a new one was fitted and tested. This was very awkward for him because he belonged totally to Carol. The only reason he submitted to the examinations was for her and her alone.
The thing Carol did to Bob was to give him an opportunity to prove to her his devotion. There was no space between them after almost 50 years of marriage. Bob wanted nothing more than living in the stress of this strong woman and spend his days showing off his willingness to suffer for her. Bondage in Bob’s mind was the most fun he could have. After a lifetime of tamping down his desire for bondage, he finally had the opportunity to have all he wanted and all he could endure.
Anyone reading this that understands this can probably relate to Bob. Many who read this will not get why Bob endures what he endures. Others will think Carol is mean, evil or crazy. If you understand this dynamic they share please read on.
Carol spent a very large amount of money for Bob’s commissioned bondage suit and gave the two men a bonus for their good work and the gas they used transporting Bob for measurements so dramatically.
The day came when Bob would experience his first day or days in his new suit. First Bob was not groomed for two weeks so his body had enough hair to wax. Carol tied Bob in a standing spread eagle as she waxed him from head to toe including his eyebrows. His body was washed and dried then his new Chastity device was installed. It had a belt downturned penis tube with a sound that slid inside his penis. The butt strap has a metal butt plug the fit easily. The belt had an array of hidden features, some were electrical and some were mechanical.
Pads with wires were placed on his body after the electrical jell was applied. The rest of his body was coated with a slippery silicone lubricant. Then he was untied. The lube helped to slide into the see-through amber custom-made catsuit.
A latex hood, gloves, and socks were added. The pads had snaps that matched up with snaps on the suit. Wires were attached to a wiring harness that led to the main connector at the small of his back. A leather suit that zipped open to allow Bob to lay face down then the legs and arms could be zipped. The zippers started at the wrist to the neck and the ankle to the tail bone. Another zipper started at the back of the neck down the back and around the butt crack to the front top of the chastity belt. All of these zippers lock.
Leather gloves fit over the hands and locked at the wrist. Bondage boots with thick soles lock at the ankle. The hood was a two-piece form-fitting leather-covered carbon fiber helmet. Before it was applied electronic earplugs were placed deep in his ear canal.
After an array of attachments, the helmet was locked on with several security screws. It had a clear round lens over each eye. The mouth was filled with a dental gag that was attached to the upper and lower teeth. A metal collar held the helmet upright and limited head movement.
There are attachment points everywhere each capable of being suspended. A carbon fiber plate was attached to the front and back of the suit. The knees and elbows also had hinged carbon fiber coverings. The power and control unit plugged into the wiring harness and hid nicely under the backplate.
Today was a test of the systems. Carol led Bob out to a spot in the lawn and set in a chair with the control and the operator’s manual. The first test was the systems in the helmet.
The control had a small microphone that allowed her to speak directly into Bob’s ear canal. No wires and no reason she couldn’t talk to him from anywhere in the world because it could be attached to a phone. It also had total black-out noise canceling, white noise, music, mind control frequencies, hypnosis and etc. It was programmed to create an illusion that she was moving around him whether she was or not. Voices, high heel clicks, electric taser sparking, whispers, whip cracks or anything she could dream up. It was like she was inside of his head, no sense of direction or distance, just a voice inside of Bob’s head.
The glass over the eyes could be electronically darkened instantly and each eye can be controlled separately. She could blur his vision, project a feed from an external camera, run a recorded scene or run a delay. VR was state of the art so Bob could experience completely different 3D interactive worlds. Carol could use the hand controls to interact in his VR world. The mind fucks with this feature can be endless. This was total control and manipulation of sight and sound, all remotely.
The mouth has a feeding tube that allows liquids to pass the taste buds. This can be used for forced feeding. Another tube empties just behind the teeth to allow him to taste other liquids like Carol’s warm piss. The mouth can be ratcheted open or locked closed remotely. Nose tubes reach deep in the nasal passage to keep the airways open and pass the sense of smell. There is a remote valve to control the amount of air that can pass both in and out.
There were sensors on Bob’s shaved head all around the skull to read Bob’s brain activity and transmit the data to a computer and monitor remotely. Other sensors monitored Bob’s bodily functions, BP, heart activity, breathing, oxygen level, erections and so on. This would allow Carol to know everything happening to Bob inside the suit. This would allow her to monitor Bob’s levels of stress both physical and mental plus his level of arousal and actually know the exact point of ejaculation. Endless edging is one of the control settings.
Bob could no longer hide anything, not even his anger. By monitoring these she can keep him one stroke away from release and can maintain this indefinitely with a simple program selection. One setting stops ejaculation with an electric shock to force Bob to hold back his ejaculation to avoid the shock or set it to firm and slow to simply keep him hard and endlessly frustrated, Carol’s favorite.
The chastity tube had a system of soft rubber spikes similar to a FleshLight except these soft spikes moved in patterns up and down his cock and vibrate. They were lubricated with silicone and something that kept him extra sensitive. The metal sound allowed him to piss through the attached catheter without sensation. The electrified sound, ball cup, scrotum ring and butt plug could also be used.
Another feature was an internal corset. With the push of a button, Bob’s waist would be compressed to several intensities. Fun to use during enema play. The butt plus had a port on the outside of the suit that worked with a simple snap in connection. The plug could be inflated inside and out of Bob’s asshole to seal it tight to prevent leakage inside of the suit. Any liquid could be injected and extracted with absolutely no mess.
Other pads were located on Bob’s leg muscles. They could be stimulated to contract with a simple touch. The knees and elbows could be locked in any position with the hinged carbon fiber joints. There were magnetic metal plates located in strategic points in the suit. Bob could be secured by these in any place the electromagnetic plates were installed around the house and property. One-touch and the powerful 1500 pound magnets would hold him until the power was turned off.
One feature was located at the front of Bob’s throat. Bob had to stay totally silent or he would receive a shock. This was willful attempts to speak or involuntary cries of pain or pleasure. The boots had retractable spikes that operated remotely, no unauthorized walking and no escape.
There were other features but these were the basics. Carol was in her element reading through the thick manual and testing every feature and setting. Bob spent the first 12 hours being put through the extremes of the suit. All of the systems could run simultaneously so Carol kept Bob on the firm and slow sexual frustration setting while she tested other systems. She dreamed up bondage positions, mind fucks with the cameras and ran random disorienting audio programs. She fed him through the stomach tube, pissed into the tasting tube and controlled his oxygen levels. The enema was a special concoction with an herbal aphrodisiac.
At the end of the day Bob was completely exhausted. He still had a smile and thank you for Carol when she removed the helmet and latex hood. They showered then she put Bob to bed in his leather sleep sack, her sex on his face and in his nose, her piss on his breath, earplugs, eye tape and a pillow case over his head filled with a week’s worth of sweat and sex-filled panties.
Carol washed the latex suit and equipment. She hung up the suit and recharged the battery packs. Then she went to her office to study the manual for the next day of testing. Tomorrow will be focused on Bob’s brain function but for now he needs a good night’s rest.
The final summary
Bob and Carol have found the ultimate retirement hobbies. A few people understand a basic spice up the bedroom BDSM lifestyle but even fewer understand lifestyle chastity, Female Led Relationships, Dominant/submissive dynamics or sadism and masochism. Bob and Carol have an even rarer form of kinky play, a loving D/s dynamic centered around their mutual love for heavy bondage and life style chastity.
Bob has spent his life craving bondage. He has no clue why or how it happened. He has tried to ignore this urge but it was useless. He has overwhelmed prior relationships with his obsession for heavy bondage. He has absolutely no desire to dominate or control another person and certainly doesn’t have any real desire to tie someone up but he will if asked. In fact he can be a great service top if someone tells him exactly what they want.
He has absolutely no urge to be feminized or humiliated but he has a natural submissive nature to serve only one woman, Carol. Subconsciously these two were drawn to each other. They were unaware how perfectly matched they were. Bob hid his bondage cravings from Carol because he feared he might ruin what they had. For many years they built careers raised a family, enjoyed each other’s company and had a great sex life.
Carol is the first born in a large family. She grew up to be strong-willed, studious, athletic, competitive with an inventive engineering mind. She needs everything to be in order and everything in it’s place. She is very private but not shy. She is clear about what she wants and how she wants it done. She expects respect, absolute loyalty, admires inner strength and total devotion. This describes her own character.
Bob and Carol fit together perfectly because of their complimenting personalities and natures. They never realized where this match up might take them. Because Carol likes everything in it’s place and under her control, putting Bob in bondage made total sense to her. In addition, It was much more then liking control, it was a deep fetish.
Bob and Carol hid their cravings for decade after decade until they finally retired. This brings us back to chapter one.
The reason I write about this subject is that I assume there are other men exactly like me. I am like Bob and this is a fantasy based on a relationship I was in for ten amazing years. I feel for the guy out there tamping down a lifelong craving for bondage. In a lifelong search to find that perfect woman who would accept their submissive natures and their craving for bondage and lifestyle chastity play.
Scene BDSM is fun but lifestyle BDSM is life turned up to 11 (Spinal Tap). Behind all of the stress, pain, discomfort and suffering there is beauty. It is the opportunity for Bob to show off. Carol gets to witness the bending of a powerful strong-willed man to her will. She only needs to ask, point or desire a thing and Bob will endure it, achieve it, build it or destroy it.
The idea that submissive men are weak cowardly wimps is sometimes true but a man who willfully submits to a strong woman is a different thing. If she were physically stronger she could make him a slave but if she can’t and he submits willingly aligning all of his strengths and skills for her to access and control, that is a much different story.
Today there are no dragons to kill. A strong man can’t show off to his fair lady by killing one. Bob and Carol have found this on the field of bondage and chastity.
Consent may not be apparent by how things appear, but it is always there between Bob and Carol.
They are aligning their energy in one direction nothing is wasted on conflict. The bondage and chastity are a fetish for them both so it is key to their relationship. In other words, doing things to a person is much different and takes more energy than doing something with a person. Bob and Carol challenge each other to go even farther
Porn is boring but reading a well-written story can unleash the imagination. The debate about reality and fantasy is silly because if you think about it every story is a little bit fantasy. Sometimes things are described that are physically impossible or impractical, I have crossed that line at times. What I have been truthful about is the D/s dynamic between Bob and Carol because I have lived it.
Bob and Carol will live out their days exploring and living in the extremes. Bob in chastity, sometimes bondage and Carol will continue inventing new ways to test his devotion.
Picture an old couple you have seen in a grocery store or restaurant, and imagine he is locked in a chastity device and she has the key on a necklace. Then imagine later that night her tucking him away in a leather sleep sack fastened to the bed beside her. Years later Bob passes away and she has him buried in his chastity belt. Carol searches for a young couple to will their bondage gear to.
Carol spends her remaining years missing Bob and writing down their amazing love story.
In the year 2076 five handwritten volumes of her memoirs are discovered in a storage box at an antique auction. A man bought the entire box of random books and brought it home to his wife who was a book collector. His wife discovered the memoirs and spent the next several days reading them.
That Friday afternoon her husband came home from his last day of work because he had finally retired. His wife kissed him then looked him in the eyes and asked if he had any plans for his retirement hobbies? He shrugged his shoulders. She smiled and said I have a few ideas…
We had some preliminary discussions about what I’d like to include and what I wanted the scene to feel like. I wanted to appear unbearably cruel. I wanted it to be the sort of scene where onlookers–if there were any since this was a weekday afternoon at the dungeon–might be thinking, “OMG. What a bitch! I can’t believe he puts up with her shit.” I wanted him to feel pain and shame, but to know that, underneath it all, it was a big inside joke between us. We both have a strong philosophy that it’s called PLAY because it’s supposed to be FUN.
He picked me up, and on the way there we talked a little more about it–safeword, limits in this context, expectations. I gave him three rules: 1) not to smile once we entered the club, until the scene was over, 2) not to talk except in response to a direct question from me, and 3) to call me “Mistress” in the scene only. It’s not a title I take lightly, and I have never let him call me that before. But how could I be Mean Mistress without being called “Mistress”? It seemed unthinkable.
After he disrobed, I cuffed his hands behind his back and told him to stand facing a door (there was no corner handy). I made sure to choose a place on the cold tile, rather than the carpeting. I went to organize my things a bit. By this time, I could feel my system revving up into topspace.
Oh, it was great fun. For an hour and a quarter, I mistreated him. I berated him and barked orders. I pulled him around by his hair. I beat on him–mostly on the ass, mostly with a long leather paddle. A few other places got some mistreatment; I only punched him in the gut once. I also abused his C&B intermittently, mostly with manual crushing and with blows from a flat wooden spatula. Though now that I think of it, I seem to remember the leather paddle visiting that area as well. It gives me the shivers remembering the moans I elicited with my ball-crushing hands. This boy is not terribly fond of pain. But he IS terribly fond of pleasing this domme, who enjoys inflicting it.
At one point, I decided to add an endurance test to the mix. I told him to squat, just to see how long he could do it. When I knew his thighs were good and tired, I fetched a glass of water to set atop his head. I let him squat a while longer, then lifted the toe of my boot, with an order to kiss it, to his mouth. In his unstable state, the slight motion required by the kiss inevitably sent the water tumbling down. Heehee! He looked crushed and desperate. He was disappointed in himself and wondering what punishment was to come. While hollering at him, I got in some good whacks on his ass and thighs, then pulled him by his hair to a standing position. “Go get a towel!” I screamed. Still handcuffed, he chose to retrieve the towel with his teeth. He did an admirable job using his head to push it around on the floor. He eventually managed to mop up the puddle, listening to me laugh at him the whole time.
As a reward for his exemplary service up to that point, I decided to give him a little break. I placed him in a standing cage, face in, looking at the wall. Ah, but he just thought it was a break! After a few minutes of rest for ME, I sidled up to the side of the cage and started whispering. Private things, degrading things. I know his buttons. I know how to make his face flare hot with shame. I told him to look at me, gazed fiercely into his eyes, disassembled him into his constituent parts. Then walked away and left him to think about it all.
When I returned a few minutes later to take him out of the cage, his hands felt too cold. It was the only time we broke character. I checked in with him to make sure the cuffs weren’t too tight, and that he wasn’t too cold overall. He assured me all was well, so we moved on to more kneeling, face slapping, CBT and general abuse.
Each of the three rules was transgressed during the scene, resulting in excellent opportunities for punishment. Since he usually calls me Ma’am, he slipped and called me that early on. It was when he was walking away from me to take his clothes off. “Get back here! What did you call me?” I shouted after him. Then, WHACK!! Earlier in the day, we had a funny conversation about Beavis and Butthead. So at one point while he was mopping up water, I pulled him up by his hair and said, “I bet all these people think you’re a butthead!” Sure enough, he couldn’t keep a straight face. WHACK!! As to the not talking, he slipped only once, when he politely said, “As you wish, Mistress.” But–I hadn’t asked a question! So, WHACK!! A bigger problem for him, actually, was trying to answer questions when I did ask them. He was so spaced out and confused, that as I drilled him, he was frequently unable to summon up a response. I’d wait for a second or two, then scream, “I asked you a question!” WHACK!! I repeated the process as many times as necessary to get an answer out of him.
By the end of our scene, he was uncuffed and on his back. I was sitting on top of him, slapping his face and taking my spatula to his nipples. I spoke to him contemptuously, using more ammo from his psychological armory, to which he has given me the key.
He broke. I could see it in his eyes. “Are you going to cry?” “Maybe, Mistress.”
I leaned forward, cradled his head in my arms, told him to hold me. “Good boy,” I whispered in his ear. He began to sob as I caressed his head. Every time the sobs subsided, I would whisper another loving tidbit, taken from that same armory he’s given me entrance to. Finally, he lay still. I rose to get a sheet to cover him with.
I lay down beside him, and for a long time, we barely moved. I needed to come down, too. The feelings were so intense that I had been shaking during part of the scene. I watched him; his eyes were closed. Slowly, he began to come to, and he opened his eyes. “That was FANTASTIC.”
We sat on the low futon we’d been on, decompressing and talking to the bystanders a little bit about the scene. Fortunately, I had given the staff a heads up, because we found out that a new club member was there, and had asked if he should stop us. This information elicited a high-five between me and the boy. But the most hilarious moment of the day came when the boy, referring to his aversion to pain said, “But a scene without pain is like musical Oklahoma! without the Judd Fry character.” It has been a long time since I laughed as hard as I did when I heard that.
It was beautiful to have taken this journey together. I went to a scary, scary place, and came back alive. He got to do the same. Eventually, we packed up and he took me home, stopping to get a decaf mocha on the way. The milk and chocolate helped replace the adrenaline that had since drained out of my system, leaving me shaken and tired.
Later, he told me that they had been tears of joy.
She came awake with the feeling of a hot breath brushing her earlobe and the hissing sound of a man’s calm voice reciting, “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. I think I made you up inside my head…Aha, I see Sylvia Plath has done it, you’re awake finally, you may however wish otherwise soon enough…”
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and felt her teeth chatter as she lifted her muscle sore neck upright. Her ear felt that rush of blood and tingling sensation that only comes from extended pressure and she realized her head must have been dropped against her shoulder for some time. She opened her eyes and her eyelashes brushed against fabric: a blindfold. It was then that she pulled hard on her hands and felt the sting of the metal cuffs cut into her flesh. The voice in her ear came again, “I wouldn’t do that dear, you see I don’t have them set on safety, so you’ll just make them tighter, I’m afraid.” She jerked her hand again and the metal bit into her wrist more sharply so that she gasped under her breath. He chuckled and murmured, “Why do they never believe me?”
She shifted her weight against the cool chair and rattled the cuffs to hear that the chair was indeed metal. Her hands were shackled separately to each side at the back legs, she confirmed by reaching out with her fingers and being able to feel her own clothed backside. She shifted her numb legs slightly and could sense that they were free and she rolled her feet inside her heavy boots to awaken them. She moved her head from side to side and shrugged her shoulders to stretch them, trying to remember what had happened, how she had come to be in this position? “Yes, get more comfortable….this is going to take some time.” the voice stated. With a rush of memory, she recalled being at the bar, the music blaring and waiting…what had she been waiting for? It all seemed such a blur.
“Name, age, country of origin.” the voice stated simply. She paused, she didn’t think she was supposed to say, in fact she knew she wasn’t. The voice repeated itself very close to her ear, but this time slower and deeper. The blindfold was jerked from her face, snapping her head slightly to the side, her vision blinded by the sudden bright light. The entire room was out of focus and she realized it wasn’t just from a lack of adjustment to the light, but that in fact the light must be intensely focused upon her. She blinked repeatedly and squinted. The room started to assemble itself into some sort of order. She was sitting about a foot from a metal table. The room was dark beyond the intense round puddle of light in which she was at the position of central tenancy. Behind the table, directly in front of her, was a large black rectangle, a darkened window: a two-way divided view. As her vision became more acute, she saw the image of a man appear as a reflection: tall, short hair, square-jawed and broad-shouldered. He was wearing a severely creased, crisp dark shirt with the tie tucked in at the third button from the throat. He was staring at her and her gaze locked with his. “Name, age, country of origin,” he repeated softly. Her focus shifted to her own reflection, ignoring his voice as though it were not real. She could see herself from the waist up. She was wearing the black dress she’d left the house in with the red neck scarf. Her beret was gone and her hair was mashed to one side. There was a line of mascara streaking the right side of her face, fanning out to her ear. She seemed pale, but that could just be the light. Her eyes snapped back quickly to the man, just as her head was pulled back sharply by the hair and she was instantly staring into the intense blue eyes of the voice. He was there in the room, the sting of her hair twisted in his fist proved that. This was no dream. With a flash of realization, she realized she had been waiting for a man, an unknown man, only the code name, which escaped her now. “Jeg kanne ikke forstaar dig,” she mumbled in a husky, unused voice. He bent down slowly toward her face and carefully stated, “Jeg har ingen lyst til at leger denne med dig. Engelesk, nu!” Her eyes narrowed at the realization that he had understood her and she would not be able to delay with this tactic of being the misunderstanding foreigner.
She drew in a deep breath, held it and then spat in his face. He stared back down at her and let a strand of spittle fall back down onto her face. He released her hair. She watched his reflection as he reached into an upper pocket and pull out a handkerchief and then slowly wipe his face. She could feel the spittle slowly sliding down her cheek. He purposefully walked around her right side, turned slightly and then sharply slapped her face with the back of his hand, jerking her head hard to the left. The searing pain tore through her field of vision and before she could lift her head again, her face was being grasped firmly between his fingers, digging into her flesh. His face was mere inches from her own and he growled, “Do not suppose that the watchers are monitoring for some purpose of maintaining international standards or some propriety for your sex. They watch to learn: they watch for the entertainment of betting on how long you’ll last and they watch to see if there will be anything left over for them. They are the hyenas, waiting for…” he looked pointedly down the front of her dress, “…your entrails. Do not presume that I am anything but the only power here.” The force of his words caused him to splatter her face with his own spittle and she shuddered slightly at the cool, controlled intensity of his voice.
With a barely perceptible tremor through narrowly parted lips, she stated, “I am Jainey. I am 35 years old. I am Canadian.” He continued to hold her face firmly and then pushed it away, as he stood up. “Not so difficult after all. And nothing that I don’t already know,” he said as he slipped a manila folder onto the tabletop to her left. “Now then, now that we’re all friendly. I want to know who you were meeting and for what purpose?” She clenched her jaw and stated, “I don’t know.” He faced the dark window and laughed, “She doesn’t know…well then, let’s go home.” He walked around to her side again and leaned his arms straight against the table, elbows locked. Her nostrils flared and she raised her booted foot high to kick hard against the edge of the table, but he had been holding onto it and instead, he absorbed the impact and slid the table forward so that the edge pressed against her torso, just below her breasts. He pushed her head down with a flat, wide palm and pressed her cheek into the cool metal of the table. “Tsk, tsk…disappointingly predictable,” he remarked with amusement. “Who and why?” he repeated, grinding her cheek against the table before abruptly standing up.
He started to move around the room, outside of the light, into the darkness. She thought she heard the distinctive song of chain links. Sound didn’t seem to travel according to the laws of science in this room. It was as though he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. One moment she couldn’t even see his reflection in the glass, but then he was there, right next to her ear. “What have you to say?” he questioned, as though he were making idle conversation on the bus. “Turkey dinner,” she replied. “Turkey dinner?” he responded puzzled and then he started to laugh. He leaned in and purred in her ear, “Oh, you may be amusing after all. No dear, no last supper for you, we don’t like the vomit here.” Then he bit her ear, making her cry out. In what seemed a flash of movement, she found herself suddenly tipped forward on the chair and leaning over the table at a forty-five-degree angle, perched on the balls of her booted feet. She was tipped just far enough forward that she remained upright but had to tense her thighs hard to remain in position. She could feel a strap being placed around her upper calf and then heard a chain sliding across and under the chair seat to her other calf. He pulled tautly upon the chain, forcing her leg outward, around the edge of the chair then pulled the chain across to attach to the strap around her other calf. He held her torso against the table with the weight of his body pressing against the chair and clicked his tongue. She could feel the pressure pulling against her cuffed wrists and then suddenly, one of her hands was freed from the chair and quickly brought up and outward, to be latched by the other end of the metal cuff to what she only now noticed was a closed hook on the outside corner of the table. He repeated this maneuver effortlessly with her other hand, as she was entirely trapped beneath him and the chair, such that each intake of breath further crushed her into the table. He lifted her up by the chair to deposit her hips and torso onto the table and then deftly pulled the chair out from the chain, leaving her bound to the table, feet on the floor with a chain between them. She attempted to bring her feet together but they were stopped and she recognized that the straps must have already been attached to the table. “Who and why?” he repeated calmly.
He slapped a thick leather baton against the table, “Perhaps this will help your memory, hmmmm?” She jumped involuntarily. The first strike caught her across the crease of her thighs and legs, just where her pulled skirt stopped. She gasped and closed her eyes. The next volley of strikes came in syncopated rhythm with his voice barking out, “who? why? who? why? Who? Why? Who? Why? WHO? WHY? WHO? WHY?” as each strike escalated by intensity and fervor. Each impact thrust her forward onto the table and she was on the tips of her boots, her chin close to the far edge looking out into the darkness of the glass to determine if there were any discernable shadows there, when she recognized that the screaming voice in the background was her own. She looked up at his reflection and could see his jaw clenching, lips pulled tight across his face, nostrils flared, eyes intent, as his arm raised higher with each successive stroke. He stepped back from the table and dropped the baton. He tipped back a drink from a bottle of water and raised an eyebrow at her reflected stare. He walked around the front of the table and lifted her head back by the hair and poured the cold water over her face. The water splashed down over her face briefly catching her breath before flowing onto the tabletop. She sputtered and coughed, then opened her eyes and shook her head. She glared at his reflection briefly and then with false bravado, lapped the puddles from the table. He watched with an amused look and then walked back around the table and bent over, effectively disappearing from her view.
She felt him unlacing her boots. He removed each boot carefully and set them aside as a pair. He affixed leather straps to each of her ankles. Slowly, he lifted one ankle up, exposing the bottom of her foot, and clipped it in that position to the chain held taut by her calf. He slid his hands up her inner thighs and across her ass and over her torso until he was lying atop of her. His face was cradled next to her ear and she watched as he cajoled, “You know….you know….just tell me and this doesn’t have to continue. It could be done. You’re just confirming what I already know. Don’t be a martyr.” She shivered and shook her head, closing her eyes when the tears started to sting. He moved back down to her other ankle and lifted her foot upwards, clipping it too into the chain. She began to sob quietly with anticipation. A cane whipped through the air with speed and accuracy and landed on the sole of her left foot. She arched upwards off the table and yanked hard on her right wrist, such that the handcuff tightened sharply, digging deeper into the flesh. He mouthed the word “Who?” in the direction of the reflection and she saw stars radiate around his head, as though they were coming directly out of his mouth and floating into the air. The second lash landed off-center onto her right sole and stars filled her field of vision. The cane landed across the same foot shortly thereafter and she gargled for air, her eyes losing all sight. The final cane stroke caught the tip of her left baby toe and her vision returned with psychedelic effect, swirling through the sound of her own blubbering sobs. She squirmed with little effect against the restraints and coughed and sputtered to breathe. From the corner of her eye, she saw his arm snaking away from his waist and the glint of shiny metal. He bent his belt in half and began to strap her back, shoulders and buttocks. It lashed out over her torso and stung her arms. It moved so quickly and so randomly, that she couldn’t prepare for each successive hit. Her brain could no longer register exactly where each pain message was coming from.
She leaned her head forward onto the tabletop and closed her eyes to escape. But there was to be no escape. He slipped the belt around her neck and tightened it back so that it lifted her head up and back forcing her to see the reflection of the glass. When their eyes met, he lifted her skirt and fucked directly into her ass in one quick, unyielding penetration. He fucked into her with steady and purposeful strokes, grunting out, “Tell me who the mole is….” She shook her head slightly in the negative and he pulled back harder on the belt, causing her vision to close in slightly with darkness. He thrust more aggressively and barked out, “Tell me who the fucking mole is!” She opened and closed her mouth, as though a guppy fighting for air and he relinquished tension on the belt slightly. She looked at him and she saw him faintly nod in affirmation and so she screamed with release “YOU! You’re the fucking mole!” She looked up at the glass and repeated, “He is the fucking mole!” He closed his eyes and shuddered in orgasm and then opened his eyes with a glint. He released the belt and lay across her body. He knotted his hand in her hair and whispered lovingly into her ear, “Good job baby, they’ll never believe it was me now…”
Soft licks, delicately placed, lifting the haze of morning slumber. The warm morning sun shines through the blinds, warming your nakedness. Your mind shifts from the dream world to pleasure as your eyes slowly open. “Good morning Goddess.”, I think to myself as you begin to stir. I watch as a soft smile covers your face and your eyes begin to close again. Slowly your legs spread further, inviting me… I slide my hands under you and softly suck your outer lips into my mouth. I can feel your pulse on my tongue… I can feel it quicken as I move my attention inward, my soft licks becoming longer. From the bottom of your vagina all the way to the top, making sure to stop just before the clitoris. Long licks, top to bottom, until I see your mouth open ever so slightly and your breath becomes deeper. This time I let my licks touch your clitoris ever so briefly. A soft moan escapes your lips and I feel like I am in heaven. My licks are coming faster now and my occasional touches on your clitoris are more frequent. Your soft moans increase and I can feel your hips begin to gyrate ever so slightly. Your most divine nectar drips onto my tongue and I savor it, my excitement nearly overwhelming me. I bury my tongue as deep in your vagina as I can, my nose pressing against your clitoris, and my face covered with your excitement. I breathe in your scent and move my mouth over your clitoris. Sucking it softly into my mouth for several seconds before finally licking it at an ever-increasing speed. Flicking it, licking and sucking harder and more feverishly, your hips rising off the bed. Your soft moans growing louder as I begin to draw circles on your clitoris. Clockwise, then counterclockwise… I watch as you grab the sheets and your head arches back. I begin to trace letters on your clitoris spelling the words, “I love you Goddess”, until I feel you lift your hips fully off the bed, pressing your pussy to my face… a small rush of cum hits my mouth and I eagerly swallow it. I keep licking wanting to make sure you get every last drop of pleasure from your orgasm until finally, my licks begin to soften again and stop when your eyes open and you look down at me between your legs.
“Good morning Goddess!”, I say smiling, my face covered with your juices. I move up and cuddle my naked body against yours, my hard-on pressing against your thigh as I begin to delicately caress your beautiful body. After several moments I ask you, “Shall I start the shower Goddess?”. You smile and respond, “Yes my dear”. I love the fact that your eyes follow me as I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. I lay out the towels, place the bath matt down on the floor and step into the shower when it is warm. I begin to rub the soap in my hands so I am ready when you arrive. As you step into view I marvel at the beauty of your naked form, and as you step closer I smile warmly, inviting you in. As soon as you step in I place my soapy hands on you and begin to slowly and thoroughly soap your body. Head to toe, using the opportunity to massage your entire body in the wonderfully relaxing warm water. Finally I soap the front of my body as well and begin to rub up against you. My body pressing against yours, the soap allowing your bodies to slip and slide. As my body rubs against yours, my hard cock slips between your legs and brushes against your pussy. You smile at me and then turn around. “Wash my hair”, you say teasingly laying your head back. I grab the shampoo, pour a little out and begin to massage your head, softly and seductively, when to my surprise you reach back and grab my cock with your soapy hand. I continue shampooing/massaging your head as your hand ever so slowly begins to squeeze my cock. Suddenly I realize where I am… standing in this warm shower naked with you, your hand wrapped around my cock… and my excitement begins to overwhelm me! I move the shower head over you, and watch as the hot water cascades over you, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. Moving the showerhead back down onto our bodies I reach for the conditioner. Your hand begins to move over my cock and I let out a slight moan from the newly found pleasure. My head has become slightly hazy from arousal and I have to concentrate as I massage the conditioner into your hair and scalp. After several minutes you turn to me and press your body against mine. Your hand still stroking my cock very slowly while I massage your scalp. Felling your breasts pressed against me is like heaven and even the slightest movement feels amazing. Slowly I reach over you and move the showerhead onto you. Your eyes close and your hands move to rinse the conditioner from your hair. Your body still pressed against mine as I watch you. When the conditioner is gone, I begin to place soft kisses on your neck. Nibbling and ever so slowly making a trail down your neck, your clavicle, onto your breast, then your nipple… down your stomach and finally on your mound. Kneeling here in the shower kissing your divine naked body I am truly happy. I smile when you turn around, place your hands on the shower wall and push your ass out towards me. I know you love having your ass licked and to be completely honest I absolutely love it too. I place my hands on your ass and gently pull your cheeks apart. I can see your beautiful asshole, and as the hot water rushes down over your body, I press my face between your butt cheeks and begin to lick your asshole. Softly at first and then more firmly, until I finally push my tongue inside you. I place my hands on your hips and after several minutes the muscles relax and my tongue pushes deeper. I am tremendously aroused and can barely contain myself when I feel your hand on mine. You direct my hand to your vagina. As you begin to rub your clitoris I slowly ease a finger inside you. Then I slowly insert another and the moan that escapes your lips seems to run right through me. I’ve positioned my hand so the fingers are facing the front of your vagina and I can stimulate your g-spot. I slowly fuck you with my fingers, occasionally stopping to rub your g-spot while I continue to fuck your ass with my tongue. It doesn’t take long before my fingers are buried deep inside you and I am focusing on your g-spot. As another orgasm washes over you I can feel your asshole tighten around my tongue. Your orgasm seems to last for a long time and I love the sounds you are making as your body is overrun with pleasure. I slowly slip my fingers out of your vagina and continue softly licking your asshole, as you bask in your post-orgasm glow. Slowly you stand tall and turn around, looking down at me on my knees, a contented smile on your face. You turn off the water and I begin to dry you. Once you are completely dry, I follow you back to the bed, where you lay face down and close your eyes. On the nightstand next to the bed is a container of body butter. When I open it, wonderful smells of coconut and vanilla escape. I take some in my hands, being sure to rub them together to warm them and then slowly begin rubbing the butter all over your body. Massaging each part of your body thoroughly. I massage the back of your body for an hour before you finally flip over and I continue. Slowly massaging your hands and arms, spending nearly 20 minutes just on your breasts, ever so often slightly pinching your nipples. Then moving down to your feet, massaging them for a long time, releasing all of the tension, then slowly working my way up your legs. My hands brushing your vagina lips as I rub your inner thighs. Finally, after 2 hours of massage, I clean my hands, and my attention centers on your vagina. Both of my hands rubbing your beautiful vagina, until your hot wetness invites me to stick a finger inside you. Slowly a warmness builds inside you, as my fingers and hands work feverishly… until finally, the sunshine of orgasm washes over you again.
While you lay there feeling content and happy, my hands find their way all over your body, making you feel wonderful as you soak up every ounce of orgasmic energy. After a few minutes, your eyes open and you say, “I’m hungry!”. We both laugh and move to the kitchen where you sit in your robe and watch me cook for you naked.
When your breakfast is ready I serve you at the dining table. I sit at your feet while you eat, massaging your feet and kissing your beautiful calves and legs. Every so often you reach down and place a piece of fruit in my mouth, and I am wonderfully grateful. When you are finished, I quickly wash up the kitchen and the dishes. When I turn around I see you smiling. “Come here my little slave, and bring that wooden spoon with you”, you say to me still smiling. As I approach you explain matter-of-factly, “You’ve been an absolutely wonderful slave this morning, but that doesn’t mean you will get out of your regular spanking. You know how I LOVE seeing your ass bright red and we need to keep you in your place don’t we.”. “Yes Goddess! Thank you so much for your attention to my submissive needs!”, I say very enthusiastically. I know you love spanking me, and to be honest, I love it too. I hand you the wooden spoon and lay across your lap as I’ve done many times before. You carefully place my cock between your legs and grip it tightly between your thighs before taking my arm closest to you and pulling it up behind my back. Then you begin. SPANK SPANK… My ass instantly begins to sting, but I absolutely love when you use your hand on my bare ass! After each SPANK I beg you, “PLEASE Goddess! PLEASE Goddess!”. It is our ritual. You love hearing me beg and believe it reminds me of my place. You are SO right, and I love doing it! SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK! Left than right cheek, warming my ass so the real spanking can begin. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK… they are coming faster now. After each one, you can hear me begging you. 10 then 20 more… finally you stop and rub your hand over my ass, soothing the stinging. “I think we’re ready.”, you say softly. I can hear the excitement in your voice and it makes me so happy! You pick up the wooden spoon and begin to spank me again. This time much harder. “PLEASE Goddess! PLEASE Goddess! PLEASE Goddess!”, I beg you after each spank. You continue without pause… SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! My ass is quickly turning bright red and as I begin to squirm slightly you tighten your grip on my arm. The strength of your conviction excites me tremendously!! You give me 20 more spanks before stopping to rub my ass which is now practically on fire. “Thank you Goddess!”, I say so happy to have a break. Suddenly you start again, harder again than before. You must be truly excited today and even though my ass stings beyond belief I am so happy! I grit my teeth and do my best to keep begging you, “Unnnnhhhh PLEASE Goddess! Ohhhh PLEASE Goddess! Nnnnnff PLEASE Goddess!”. “PLEASE WHAT!?”, your question startles me and I stumble to answer. “Please…. uhh… Please let me make you happy”, I finally get the words out. Releasing my arm you grab the hair on the back of my head and pull my head back as you continue… SPANK SPANK SPANK! “I want to try something new with you.”, you say to me still continuing to spank my ass with the wooden spoon. “YES Goddess! YES Goddess! WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY!”, I blurt out. “Beg me!”, you say as the spanking continues. “PLEASE Goddess! PLEASE!!”, I beg and plead truly wanting nothing more. “Very well.”, you say releasing your grip on my hair. You rub my red ass softly and your loving touch makes me so incredibly happy! My ass is still on fire as you instruct me to stand up. “What a good slave!”, you say smiling with an evil grin at how red my ass is.
Now before we start, I need to make a few phone calls. Hearing you say that brings a smile to my face, I know exactly what you expect of me and I love it! I fetch the phone for you and then sit down on the floor behind your chair. My ass still stinging as I sit down, reminding me of my utter devotion to your divine wishes! You push your ass out the back of the chair and I inch forward until my face is buried in between your ass cheeks. As I lick your asshole I can hear you speaking with one of your friends. It is Julia and she knows I am your devoted slave, so I am not surprised when you begin to tell her about what I’ve been doing for you this morning. “In fact, he’s licking my ass as we speak! It feels so nice, having his tongue worship my asshole.”, you say with a smile in your voice. “Yes lunch sounds nice. I had other plans involving my little slave here, but I can easily push those till later this evening. What time? 1pm? Excellent!”, you say before hanging up. “Well my dear it appears I have a lunch date. We better get started!”, you say as you stand up and smile down at me.
“Get my present from the closet and set it up at the end of the bed.”, you say rather firmly. “Yes Goddess!”, I quickly respond. I bought your present nearly a month ago and as soon as it arrived you opened it, choosing not to wait and instead to start using it right away. It is a sex machine that I had shipped from the US. It has an electric motor that drives a long metal shaft forward and back. At the end of the shaft is an attachment point for various size dildos to be attached. It sits in a metal frame with many adjustments allowing you to set the angle, depth and height. A small knob on the control box controls the speed. As I set up the machine at the end of the bed, my eyes wander to watch you get ready. A lacy black bra, garter belt with stockings and no underwear. You know it is my favorite! Seeing your beautiful body this way instantly excites me! You step closer to me and ask, “Are you ready my little slave?”. “Yes Goddess!”, I quickly respond. “Very good. Now bend over the foot of the bed my dear.”, you say to me in a bit of a loving whisper. I quickly comply and you fasten wrist and ankle restraints on each of my limbs. Using a bit of rope you secure me very tightly in place. Next I watch as you walk around behind me and spread a big gob of lube on my asshole. Then suddenly I can feel something cold pressing against my ass. It is the dildo on the end of the machine. I do my best to relax as you ease it inside me. It takes a few minutes but once it is in place I hear you make a few adjustments on the machine before turning it on very low. Instantly the machine begins to humm and push the dildo in and out of my ass. very slowly… I smile when you lay down on the bed in front of me and spread your legs, your pussy inches from my face. I reach out with my tongue, but I can’t reach you… you’re just ever so slightly our of reach. I look up at you and you smile, teasing me and gyrating your hips. You move yourself closer and I reach out again with my tongue just barely touching you before you pull away again. I want to worship you so badly. I watch as you turn the dial on the controller and the machine begins to run faster. Pushing the dildo in and out of my ass as if I’m being fucked. I struggle to accommodate it as your hand reaches down and begins to rub your pussy. You are so close to me but I cannot reach you. I watch as you rub your clit, a wetness starting to form and lubricate your fingers. You slip a finger inside you and ask me, “Do you want me?”. “Yes Goddess!”, I eagerly respond. “Do you want to lick me?”, you say inching yourself closer and then pulling away as I reach out with my tongue again. “Oh yes Goddess! Yes PLEASE!”, I say pleading with you. I want to taste you so badly! Everything today has excited me and I’ve had no release. You are releasing the primal urges deep inside me. Your teasing continues until I am almost constantly straining against my bonds to reach you with my tongue. Your pussy is so close to my face, I can see your fingers glistening as they slide in and out of your beautiful pussy. Your magnificent scent filling my nostrils and driving me wild! I watch as you orgasm, inches from my face. Suddenly you open your eyes smiling, and look at the clock. You realize you must leave if you are going to be on time to your lunch date. “Sorry my dear, I must go.”, you say to me very contented as you wipe the juices from your pussy across my face and up under my nose. I suck your fingers briefly, before you pull them away and slip a sun dress over your lingerie. Your taste in my mouth, your scent in my nose, the sex machine fucking away on my ass as I lie here completely bound and naked. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited!! I see a bit of your cum drip down the inside of your leg as you pull your dress down and the thought of you at lunch with no underwear dripping with cum is almost too much for me. I feel an orgasm approaching, but it quickly leaves as you give me a nice good spank on the ass before turning the machine up just a bit faster. “I’ll be back in an hour or so slave. The thought of you here struggling for me will keep me terribly aroused and happy!”, you say placing my phone on the bed directly in front of my face before walking towards the door. “In fact, I might even tell Julia about this one. I’m sure she will appreciate it!”, you say with a smile as you rush out the door.
My cock is rock hard and I am terribly excited, but I miss you already! After awhile my ass turns sore from the constant fucking, and I begin to squirm and struggle against my bonds. After a few minutes I realize you have tied me very securely and I resign myself to being stuck here as the machine continues to fuck my ass. I begin to groan and images of your pussy inches from my face flash through my head. Quickly my thoughts turn to you and the cum on the inside of your leg, imagining how sticky it must be as you eat your lunch, thinking of me here. Suddenly my phone beeps and when I open my eyes I see a message from you! “Just ordered lunch. So wet thinking of you there getting fucked.”. My cock is extremely hard now! I can barely contain myself. Another 10 minutes passes and I receive another message from you, “Just told Julia about how I left you and she couldn’t believe it! You are truly a wonderful little slave!”. As I finish reading your message my heart fills with warmth. I love that you are so pleased with me! It seems like an eternity passes before I receive your next message, “Decided to have a few drinks with Julia, may be a bit later than I originally thought. Hang in there my sweet!” Your message fills me with common submissive mixed feelings. I so wish you were here to release me and yet, I love that you are enjoying yourself and if I am being honest the fact you are making me stay here longer fills my submissive heart with lust and happiness. My ass is incredibly sore and yet my cock is rock hard and my heart is happy. Finally after another 30 minutes another message comes through, “Coming home now. Had a beautiful lunch. Be prepared! I’ve invited Julia over to see you.”. I can hardly believe my eyes! I’ve heard you tell Julia many things on the phone while I sat and worshipped your ass, and she always gave me a coy smile when I saw her at social functions, but she’s never seen me as a slave. I am excited by the idea but also very nervous. I know the restaurant your at is just around the corner. You will be here any minute! Thank god! I need this machine to stop!
I can hear as you both come in the front door, laughing and giggling. You’ve obviously had a few glasses of wine. I’m terribly nervous, but also so excited to have this machine stop. “Where is he?”, I can hear Julia’s voice. “He’s in the bedroom, let me show you.”, I hear you answer excited to be showing off your favorite toy. As you both step into the room, my heart nearly stops as I wait to hear both of your reactions. “Oh my! You weren’t kidding when you said he was tied up and getting fucked in the ass!”, Julia half gasped in delight. You step close to me and begin to rub your hands on my back and my ass. I love the feeling of your touch!! “His ass is still red from his spanking this morning.”, you happily point out. “This sex machine is amazing!”, Julia says to you as she steps further into the room where I can see her. She looks down at my face and smiles at me. I feel so exposed and yet also so proud to be on display as your prized possession. “How long has he been there like that?”, Julia asks still watching the expressions on my face as the machine continues to fuck my ass. “Oh my nearly an hour and a half!”, you say realizing the time. “Why don’t you turn it off for him?”, you say as you hand the controller to Julia. She turns the knob and the machine’s pace quickens, she flashes me an evil grin before slowing it down and finally turning it off. You quickly untie me and let Julia know I will most likely need a few moments to regather myself. “When you’re done cleaning up here my dear. Come out to the living room and serve us some drinks.”, you say turning out walking out with Julia. My body is terribly stiff and I struggle to get moving again. I quickly clean the machine and put it back in the closet. After cleaning myself up and taking a few minutes, I nervously walk out to the living room naked. “Oh my dear, can you bring us a few glasses of the white wine.”, you say before continuing on with your conversation as if this is an everyday occurrence. Julia’s eyes follow me as I walk into the kitchen. When I return with the wine I very politely hand the glasses to you an Julia. “Thank you my dear! Oh my! Where is your lovely hard-on?”, you say as both of you look directly at my cock. “Down on your knees my dear.”, you say pointing directly in front of you. I quickly comply and you just as quickly pull your skirt over my head and push my head down between your legs. “OH YES!! That is very nice! Not too fast my dear, I need to concentrate!”, you say rather playfully. I lick and suck ever so softly on the lips of your vagina, listening as you continue your conversation with Julia. Occasionally I stop to get you both more drinks, but then I am quickly back down on my knees under your skirt. Every so often I’ll here you stumble over your words for a moment and feel a short whack on my head letting me know to behave. After nearly 2 hours of drinking wine and chatting, Julia mentions that she should get going and let you continue your celebration. You quickly remind her that she’s had too much to drink to drive anywhere. why don’t you lay out be the pool for a few hours and I will have my slave here make us dinner a bit later. After much deliberation, Julia finally agrees and I am told to fetch her a towel and a cold glass of water. I show her out to the pool area, place the ice cold water on the table and lay the towel down on the lounge chair for her. She smiles and jokingly asks if I have any brothers. I smile back.
Back inside I can see that the days’ events have excited you tremendously! You lead me back to the bedroom and begin tying me to the bed, face up, legs spread and arms secured tightly over my head. “It’s time for my birthday fuck!”, you say with a big grin. I am startled when you SMACK me across the face, “REMEMBER! YOU MAY NOT CUM UNTIL I GIVE YOU PERMISSION! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”, you say very loudly and firmly almost knowing that you need to get through to me in my primal lust filled state. ‘YES Goddess!”, I respond quickly. The warmth of your vagina as you ease it down onto me is almost too much. You pinch my nipples hard to bring me back from the edge and then begin to grind down against me, your eyes closing and your mouth open as you begin to moan. The first orgasm comes very quickly and I love watching the expression on your face when it comes. You ride me quickly to 2 more, before moving your extremely wet and swollen pussy over my face. To my surprise instead of lowering it down onto my mouth, you grind it down on my forehead, then down over my nose, mouth and chin. Back and forth over my face. As you get close, your hand comes down and begins to rub your clit vigorously. A spray of cum hits my face as you lean over me and grab the headboard to steady yourself. I think to myself, ” I LOVE YOU, Goddess!!”. You look down at me and I can see you are still filled with lust as you slide down over my cock and slip it deep inside you again. As you clench your pussy muscles and gyrate your hips I begin to beg, “Please Goddess may I cum? Please Goddess may I cum?”. “Not yet my dear”, I watch as your face contorts slightly and your mouth opens and then returns to normal. This orgasm is being elusive! Finally, you reach down and untie my hands while you continue to bounce on my cock. Our bodies are covered in sweat and our genitals are wonderfully sticky. I instantly reach for your breasts, my hands on you the last needed ingredient. You grab the vibrator from the nightstand and put it on your clit and continue fucking me until I hear your moans grow louder. I grab your ass, helping guide you up and down on my cock, struggling not to cum until I finally hear you say it, “You may cum slave! Oh God… you may cum! Ohhhhh!!!! Fuck!”. I let go and cum with you, bucking and pushing into you as much as I can! “I LOVE you Goddess!”, I repeat over and over in between loud moans until you collapse on top of me. Our sweat covered bodies sticking to one another. We lay like this for several minutes… until suddenly you feel my hips begin to gyrate. Instantly you look me in the eyes as if to say, “Naughty Boy!”. But I do not stop. Struggling against my bonds to thrust up inside you. I wrap my hands around you and hug you tight to me, savoring the stickiness of our bodies and the wonderful feeling of your breasts pressed against mine. I struggle to thrust like this for several minutes before I even sense you might be close. Then I grab your ass pulling you down tight to me with each stroke. You let out a moan and I do my best to sit up so I can reach more of your ass. I bite your neck and when I think you’re ready, I slip a finger into your asshole. Again you look at me as if to say, “Naughty Boy!”, but I can see the lust in your eyes as well. I push my finger in deeper while I guide your hips with my other hand, desperately trying to keep thrusting in rhythm. My hand slides off your hips and up your back to your neck where I gently pull you close to me, push my finger deeper inside your ass, quicken my thrusts and whisper in your ear, “Julia is in the doorway watching us.”.
I know it’s tough to be a man. I know it’s even harder to be in charge — so many demands being made on you, everyone expecting that you have all the answers; to be in control. Especially when I know you aren’t, really. That it’s all a big facade. I know what you really want; that you wish you could let it all go and be yourself. I know you want to be that with me.
That’s why I don’t like the game you seem to be playing. It makes me angry and wants to do things I know I shouldn’t. That you shouldn’t let me. After all, you’re the boss. You should know better than this. You should expect better of me. It makes me fear you don’t really know me at all. Worse, it makes me want to show you what I really am. And I know, at first, you’re not going to like it. Not at all.
I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what would have really happened, had I not walked away. You didn’t know what I’d brought with me that day; just in case. I told myself that I was sick of you. What you were doing to me. How you made me feel. You thought I was going to be under your thumb. That you could just take control of me, and I’d like it. You thought I was that kind of girl. You didn’t know how wrong you were.
That’s why when you’d said to me what you did this morning, I stopped by my apartment for lunch. Of course, I returned with my bag, as usual, never like to keep my purse anywhere that it could seem inviting to sticky fingers. I knew you weren’t that sort of naughty boy, so it was safe in your office. Of course, that afternoon, it wasn’t just my purse I was keeping hidden. I brought what I knew I’d need to teach you a lesson. And had it not been for a lapse of momentary sanity, you would be at my feet right now, instead of back home with a woman who doesn’t understand you, and me with a man that I hate and only use for sex when I feel like it. (It beats having to go out and play the bar scene. Ugh. Really, now.)
No, you were the one I wanted. But you’d made me so angry, I wasn’t sure I could do it without really hurting you — and we both know that you couldn’t have taken that. You’re a lightweight at this point, and unless you did something to really piss me off, I had no real desire to break you down completely. Just enough so that you dropped this image of being what I know you’re not. Instead, it’s just what I’ll have to envision tonight while I’m using my boyfriend’s cock so that I can get off, as I usually do. I’ll just have to imagine you, instead, and what I would have done had I not had the sense to walk away.
Oh, I’m sure you would love to know what I would have done to you. Unfortunately, you never will. But for my own pleasure, I’m going to write it all down in this notebook, inches from you, ignoring any playful inquiries into what I may be writing during my coffee break.
If you only knew.
That’s enough for now. Back to work.
22 September; 4:06p
I figured I could steal about five minutes and write a few more things down before I forgot them.
Where was I?
Oh, right …
I already had everything at my disposal, and soon, I would’ve had you, too. But I’m getting ahead of myself, again, and your oblivious smile is only infuriating me further. You’re lucky I don’t grab you by the hair right now and shove your face into the paper. But, it might break your glasses. And I might get fired. Although, I’d love to hear you try and explain it to corporate. Can you imagine what sort of controversy it would build up around your burgeoning career?
No, no, no.
I have you right where I want you. Even now.
Go on. Keep smiling. I may have to set this aside until later, you may have convinced me that you deserve the abuse after all.
That’s right … keep smiling.
23 September; 10:48a
Today is a new day, and I’m sure the orgasm I enjoyed last night (thanks to my fantasy of what I would have done to you the other day) is radiating from every pore. I’ve still got the tools. Don’t tempt me.
But there’s something different about you. You’re not smiling, and the way you keep looking over at, though you’re not facing, me while I know you’re on the phone with The Big Guy is not exactly comforting. Your tone is hurried, and your voice is low.
Hmmm. You’d better not be doing something else stupid.
Now that you’ve left your office, for the time being, I can write in peace. So, a new plan. I’ve decided to write it all down. Things did not go well that night when you made your move, and I’m wondering if my job is potentially in jeopardy because of your fuck-up. That’s right — your fuck-up. After I was so good to you. Dutiful. Appropriate. Acting intelligently while your cock led us into all kinds of precarious positions, and, had I not been the smart one, would’ve gotten us both canned weeks ago. Nice going, Einstein. Now it looks like I’m going to be taking the brunt of it.
That’s okay. Two can play this game. And I only play to win.
You may flip things around. May make it seem like it was my fault. That’s all right. You need this job more than I do, and you’ve got a lot more to lose. I’ll just make sure that this finds its way to you long after the smoke has cleared and the dust settled. I guess you’d just hope your girlfriend doesn’t find it first. Especially if you have plans of upgrading your relationship anytime soon. Wives don’t typically like tales of how their husbands came onto their employees. It’s bad form. I’d hate to see you get involved in something nasty like that. Underneath it all, I think you’re an okay guy. Don’t make me regret my generosity. Of course, your suffering would hardly be undeserved, since I was the one who walked away. Don’t forget that.
Oh, you’re back. I guess I’ll have to stop for now. Especially since you don’t look happy. Just wait. I’m far less cheerful than I look. You have no idea who you’re fucking with. But that’s all right. You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you? I’ve done far worse to men for far less. You’d better be grateful for how good I’ve been to you up until now, because those days are over. Jekyll’s gone away for now. Time to meet Hyde. Terribly sorry; I’m afraid you won’t like her.
Oh, but I will.
24 September; 11:22a
My boy-toy was begging to be fucked last night, so I finally let him. Only on the premise that I was taping you to your chair. (Oh, I know I’m jumping ahead. Again. But we just have so much duct tape!) Anyway, somewhere between making you beg me to let you come, and my imagining lines of red welts across your ass, I experienced some wonderful release myself. So, I guess you’re not completely useless after all. I’m pretty sure you’re not a masochist, though, which makes the thought of causing you real pain even more arousing. You don’t want to know how wet I am right now, and I’m not so reckless to let you find out.
Let’s see …
Today is the first day of my writing it all down. I figured I would have plenty of time typing it all out in the comfort of my own home, except that it’s less personal, and not nearly as much fun as doing it while you’re feet from me. So, the whole thing will be composed right here, in this chair, as we go about our daily business. If you ask to see it, I’ll think up something clever and humiliating to make you drop the line of questioning immediately. (I love how pink you get when you blush. It’d be kind of cute if I hadn’t already decided to destroy you.) Oh, and I know if you knew that you’d be so hard you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. But since you’re in denial about the whole thing, that’d be even more terrible for you. This is why I’m going to make sure this gets to you, word-for-word, someday.
Now, then. To begin at the beginning. First-person, present tense. (My favorite.)
You’ve just made your move and been subsequently shot down. There’s no one but us on the premises, and you’ve turned the music lower and are hiding certain embarrassment. You thought you’d be fucking me up against the wall by now. Instead, you’re going to find yourself suddenly grateful they’re made of such sturdy concrete. (Not that the neighboring businesses could tell that it was you screaming. But, still.) On the off-chance, someone happened to come by for some strange reason that late, I’d set up behind the large steel shelves, which take the weight of heavy chain well. But before we get too far in with what I might be doing to you over there, let’s start with how I’d even get started.
You think it’s business as usual. You’re rejected, feeling sorry for yourself, and wondering where-oh-where it all went wrong. You wander back into your office, finishing up the books for the day, not expecting me to be there at your desk, with the roll of duct tape behind my back. And as you catch sight of me, in your moment of confusion, I take total advantage of the awkwardness you’re feeling, slide the roll down my arm like an over-sized bracelet, and grab your shirt collar with my other hand, yanking hard and pulling you down to the surface of your desk while I undo your belt. Now, you think I’ve changed my mind, and I’ll see you smile with unexpected glee. Of course, it happens so quickly, you don’t realize why I’m taking your belt off, or what I plan to do to you with it. For now, it just seems really hot, and you’re sure you’re getting lucky. It’ll still be really hot — but you’ll feel anything but lucky.
Belt off, I suddenly retrieve the utility scissors from my pocket. You know them well; we use them every day. Sure, now you’re confused — and a little alarmed. Even more so as I begin cutting straight down your slacks, rendering them useless. I’m not thinking pragmatically right now; just how much fun it’s going to be for me to watch you drive home in your boxers. Or, maybe nude. I haven’t decided if they won’t see the same fate as your pants. (Hope they were expensive. They looked to be mid-range.) Shirts are fairly easy to rip, especially our shirts, given the company didn’t exactly contract the highest quality clothiers. Buttons go flying; ricocheting off of this and that, and I’ll probably make you collect them after I’m through with you. You won’t refuse me anything by that point. You’d never refuse me anything after this.
Now you’re standing there in front of me, pants-less with your shirt ripped open and exposing your relatively fit chest and abdomen. I’m silently admiring just how much working out you truly do outside of working, which you already do too much of anyway. Sane men would be home with their girlfriends and wives by this point; not hanging about in their underwear with their kinky employees. You’re setting a terrible example, and I’m going to need to punish you for it. Severely. What you’ll hate most of all is discovering how much you love it. That’ll be the best revenge I could ever exact.
I move my fingers across the fabric encasing your cock with the lightest touch, and it practically leaps in response. Hard, as I wanted. I tell you it isn’t acceptable, and your expression changes to one of confusion. Now, you notice the roll of duct tape, especially since I’m beginning to yank some off in long strips. I order you to bring your hands together. You refuse me. That’s okay. I knew you would the first time. I tell you I’ll give you the best blow-job you’ve ever had if you put your hands together. You think about it for a minute, but your hormones win out over your good sense — unsurprisingly — and you bring your hands together, after all, muttering something about watching the arm hair. I pretend not to hear you; after all, I’m binding your wrists anyway. I loop the tape around you once, twice, three times before deciding it’s sufficient, and you’re not going anywhere. Then, I grab you by the hair, (and enjoy your complaining that it hurts and various related expletives) and shove your body down to your knees. (That concrete hurts like a bitch, don’t it?)
You’re starting to regret having let me get this far, especially now that I’m binding your feet together in the same fashion. No, not your ankles, but your feet — soles together, legs apart. You’re already down on your knees, so getting up is going to be the sort of challenge I know you’re not really up for, and this guarantees you’ll have no way to even try and stand. I’ve little to worry about you going anywhere. Besides. I know that little voice in your head that can’t help but be insanely turned on by all of this won’t let you do anything but see it through to its chilling end — where you’ll have no other choice but to come to terms with exactly who and what you are; not to mention, never going back to this lame excuse for what you’ve never been. That ends tonight.
Now, I pull your chair toward you and sit down in it. Your head is the perfect level to give me the greatest cunt-licking I’ve had since this one guy I taught in college, but you’ll learn quickly if you’ve not figured it out already, that you hardly deserve it. No, I’m just going to watch you, fingering the strip of duct tape I’ve yet to use, and wondering if I want to gag you, too. But it’s fun to listen to you ask me repeatedly what’s going to happen to you and ignore you each time. Instead, I’m just going to sit here for the moment, refrain from tasting your lips, even though I’ve thought about it before, and let you be terrified over what may happen to you next as I double your belt in my hands, and prop my chin upon my elbow against my knee. Just watching you.
A fine mess you’re in now, boy.
Damn. Day off tomorrow — and much deserved, I’ll admit. I guess I’ll resume after that.
26 September; 9:57a
Ahh. Coffee and kink. (Where did I leave off? Oh … yes. Right before the good stuff. Man, I am such an incurable tease!)
So. I pull the belt tight, enjoying the sound of leather-on-leather as it goes slack and taut in my hands. I wonder, briefly, if you were ever whipped as a child? Beaten with a leather belt? If you know how much it hurts against bare flesh. How long it stings, how you wish it would end, and when you’re sure you can’t take any more, it keeps going, going, going until tears are pouring from your eyes, and whatever it is you did, you swear to anything that will listen to you that you won’t ever dare to do it again. And I wonder, will you have learned your lesson then? Will it be enough? Drawing the scissors back out, you’ve probably already figured out what I’d surprisingly failed to. You’re gonna be naked driving home. Were I able to somehow slide your boxers off without unbinding your feet, I might. But, I can’t, and such is life. And sometimes, especially as you’re learning tonight, life can really suck.
It’s nice to watch you cry. Cathartic. Secretly thrilling as I imagine your good-natured and loving girlfriend back at home, watching the clock with dinner ready, wondering where-oh-where is her saint of a boyfriend at this late hour? You don’t deserve her, you creep. Hitting on attractive young women — too young for you. You didn’t know what you had. You men; you’re all the same. Don’t know how to keep from fucking-up a good thing. Were it not for women like me who take it upon themselves to show you, you’d never learn. And you’re learning now, aren’t you? Each time that leather hits your reddening skin, oh, you’re learning. And I’m losing count. As much fun as it’d be to do this all night, that’s not everything. I like the marks it’s left behind, though. Even more, the private thought of how on earth you expect to explain them away to your lady-love. Good luck there, pal. You’re seriously going to need it. Long before I send this to you, you’re gonna have some ‘splainin’ to do. I wish I could be there to watch you squirm. Of course, that way you’re squirming now trying to escape the blows is good enough. For now.
And enough with the begging, already! Save your breath! You’re begging me to stop this? You don’t want to know what’s coming next.
Damn. And it looks like I’m going to have to save that for another day. You’re back early, and I don’t want to be around you right now. Not with the roll of duct tape and the scissors sitting on your desk in such close proximity. You’d better value my self-control and immeasurable willpower, because of that, and the fact we’re not alone is the only thing saving you right now.
But it won’t be for long.
27 September; 1:04p
I’ve pondered whether or not I can finish this today. I guess we’ll see. Depends on how long it takes you to eat your lunch, and how quickly I can write. I’m watching your lips. Your fingers and you suck the sauce from your TV dinner off of them. If only you knew what you’re desperately wanting to suck right now in the confines of imagination. Not that you’d believe it if I told you. After all, what straight man knowingly and willingly begs to suck cock? Of course, compared to what else you could be doing, you realize at this point that it’s the lesser of the two evils.
So, where were we?
Oh, right. Your ass beat red, and I was setting down your belt that I’d just beat you with. For the moment. Studying your expression, tracing the lines your tears have left upon your face. Almost feeling a touch sorry for you — but only almost, and only a touch. Your head is hanging low, so I have to bring your chin up. You look mad as hell, but also pretty tired. You think you’re angry and exhausted now, but you have no idea. Remember, you wanted to fuck me. That’s not an offense to be taken lightly. And I know just how I’m going to do it, too. Your ass is already bare and exposed to me, so when I take a moment to gently stroke it, you’re relieved by the softness of my touch. I could slap it once you’re lulled into a sense of peace, but that would just be rude. Besides, this is your very short, deserved, break. You’ve been good so far, so I have to applaud you for that. The next part is the true test.
As a kind of gag, a girl-friend bought me a dildo, thinking I didn’t enjoy myself enough. I told her not to, that I really didn’t like them, but she sent it anyhow, and, surprisingly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. So, when I crouch down in front of you, holding it firmly in my hands and bringing it up to your face, I expect you to look at me as if I’ve gone insane. I somewhat have. Good job. Now, your choice is between this and more beating, and since you figure your ass can’t take it, (and those marks are going to be fun enough to explain to your loving girlfriend) you open up eventually, albeit with some reluctance. Have I got a camera hidden somewhere? But you’d never know, and you’re pretty sure I’d happily commence with the beating, which I would.
You’re a good little cocksucker, too, as I assumed you might be. Secretly, all your life, you’ve wanted this but never had the balls to do anything about it. Honey, would you mind strapping on this dildo so that I can suck it like a little bitch? Right. But you are a little bitch, and that’s okay. Your secret is safe with me. For now. So long as you do a good job of making the cock good and wet. Of course, if you don’t it means little to me. I mean, it’s your ass it’s going into. Oh, that one gets your attention. You don’t think I’ve seen you sneak a look at porn back in your office? Really? I’ve seen how much you love it when the little slut takes the big cock up the ass. I’m sure you thought that’s what we were going to do. That, somehow, I was that kind of girl. Really, I knew all along that you were the little slut, and deep down, you wanted it up the ass and were just too scared to tell anyone. You know — for the usual reasons. Didn’t want to be thought of as gay, or some other ridiculousness when you’re hardly gay — just a pathetic little bitch who wants to take it up the ass. And if I wasn’t going to have so much fun fucking you, I’d probably have left it at that and just told everyone around the office. But only if you pissed me off, or I wouldn’t enjoy fucking you. (FYI: I always love fucking men who wish to do the same to women. Objectifying them, making them nothing but toys for our pleasure.)
Guess you missed the memo; hey, boss?
Now you’re begging, just like I knew you would. Jesus, you’re so predictable. Yes, yes, I know it’s huge, and your asshole is oh-so small, and blah-blah-blah. Like I really give a fuck. All I want to do is hear you scream when I shove it all in as soon as you’re least expecting it. That’s why I’m stroking your cock, silly. Nothing more than that. I know you don’t know this, and I’m definitely enjoying the secrecy. I know you’ll relax, and the second you do, in it goes. I just wish I was able to fuck you the right way, that I had a harness and the whole setup. But, really, I’m just happy to happen to have a dildo on hand. You’re loving my fingers around your cock, and Goddamn, you are hard. I knew you’d love this. Too bad I’m going to begin fucking you the second you’re thinking I’ve possibly switched tactics and decided I just want to give you a hand-job. (But, c’mon. I know you’re not stupid.) I’ll even count it down to when I do … in my head, that is.
Yeah, what did I tell you about the concrete walls? I didn’t know a man like that with balls as big as yours could scream at such high an octave. They must just be for show. I knew your mouth was as filthy as your ass no doubt is, but I’d never really imagined the creativity of which you were capable. I wonder if I’m fucking you too hard, if this could really do some sort of damage. Huh. After all, this is the first time I’ve deflowered a virgin ass — even as long as I’ve wanted to. Now, I’m grabbing your hair, too, which I love to do while I’m fucking someone, and you’re probably not sure which hurts worse.
God, I love the sound of your screaming.
I’m pulling harder, feeling strands come off in my hands, as I’m having to reach for more. I’m driving the dildo so hard into your ass that little folds of skin keep getting stuck to it as I’m ripping it back out. Hmmm. I guess you didn’t make it wet enough. I’ll bet that’s why you’re screaming, too. And though, ‘No! What the fuck? You psycho cunt!’ (at least, that’s what it sounded like you said), is not a satisfactory response to whether or not you’d like me to shove it back in your mouth so you can do a better job of lubing it up, I think it’s more fun to fuck you until it’s raw from the penetration. And just solve your little problem of being too vocal with more duct tape. There we are.
Ahhh. Now, there’s nothing but the calming sound of your muffled screaming and the soft growl underneath. I twist it a few different ways to watch the effects it has on you, and your attempts to scream to the point of your voice breaking tells me what I needed to know.
That must’ve really hurt.
I leave it in your ass — way too deep for you to push it out on your own — and walk back around to where I can face you. Oh, yeah. Your face is so red; your eyes completely bloodshot, and that vein looks like your forehead is splitting in two. Not to mention how horribly you’re sweating. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Maybe. So, I delicately take my fingertips from the tip of your truly tortured brow down to the base of your chin.
You’re crying again. But it’s all right. I know you want that dildo out of your ass so badly, and to come, and to experience a number of things. But I can’t let you just yet, so I’ll just run my fingers through your drenched hair, whispering softly to you as I hold your heavy head and let you cry. It’s okay. Let it all out. Everything you’ve held in for so long. How pathetic and weak you really are. How much you’ve wanted this your entire life, for thirty-some-odd years. How no one’s ever understood, and they probably never will again. Cry for everything you wish you were and will never be.
Cry for the fear that you’ll never be the same again because you won’t be.
But I’m here now to comfort you. So, cry.
One of these days, though … I swear you have to learn to take your entire lunch hour like a normal human being. But, no matter. You may be across from me now, again, asking me what I’m writing. And somewhere in the land of make-believe, I’m ripping the duct tape off of your face and cutting it from your wrists and ankles. You’ve been instructed to fuck your girlfriend like she’s never experienced you before. Worshipping every aspect of her beautiful female form, and accepting your place at her dainty feet. You are not to dare come until she’s had the most earth-shattering orgasm you could give her. On the off-chance she hasn’t enjoyed herself enough, you’re to suck and tongue her clit until it can be determined whether or not she’s among the multi-orgasmic. And you are to do this for the entirety of your relationship, no excuses, no questions, and absolutely no slacking. You know I could find you, and you never know where I might get the crazy idea to come and visit you again. Even if we aren’t working together, as, I suspect, after long we won’t be.
That’s why I had to make sure you learned your lesson now. And even if I haven’t, and I’m just sitting here writing out all of my kinky thoughts on paper, you never can be sure I won’t at some later date, long after you’ve forgotten about me and this. That’s when I’ll finally send this to you; and as you vacillate between sheer horror, and touching yourself every time you read it, over and over again, you’ll secretly, desperately wish I was there with you. Like I am right now.
And who knows? Maybe, when you least expect it, I will be.
They met at a club, and he was immediately taken with her. Over the months he began to feel the need to be with her more, to touch her, to smell her, to be near her. She was perfect for him… intelligent, talented, sweet, sexy, sensual, and giving. He could see the danger behind those eyes, the twinkling light that was unmistaken but he could not stop himself. He let himself sink deeper and deeper into her and couldn’t help falling for her. And now tightly bound and stuck in the bathtub the dirty little bitch that was him had nowhere to go…
HIGH HEELS LOCKING BELT
She had coaxed him into coming over after work and prepared dinner. While they sat cuddled on the couch afterward watching television she told him she had a surprise for him and disappeared down the hall and into the bedroom. She had been gone for a while, and he started to wonder, walking down the hall listening trying to figure out where she had gone, and he heard nothing. He continued to the bedroom where he knocked lightly calling out to her after no response. He opened the door thinking she may have gotten into the shower and couldn’t hear him.
He called out again and walked through the door, looking around the bedroom and into the bathroom as she walked up behind from the closet smiling. She said ”Hello love, I see you couldn’t wait for your surprise.”’ He startled a bit and turned facing her, the words caught in his throat as he tried to explain. She smiled sweetly at him and tilted her head to the side, pouting her lip a bit she said: “I was really hoping you might be interested in playing a little game with me.” He smiled back and tucked his hands into his pockets shyly ducking his head down as he knew what that look meant.
She was a very sexual woman and insatiable in bed, pushing him further each and every time they were together introducing him to new things. She was strong and powerful and sometimes scared him a bit when she was in the midst of passion but he would never admit it.
From behind her back, she pulled a couple of strands of rope and wrapped them around her hands, then over his head and encircling his body. She pulled him close and looked up into his face, her eyes twinkling and bright. “You know I would really like to tie you up.” “Up for something different and exciting?” she asked.
He looked down at her and swallowed hard as his mouth hung slightly open, not knowing what to say. And she smiled bigger as she saw his ears and face start to redden and could feel his hardness against her. “I will take that and this,” her hand rubbing against his hard cock, “as a yes.”
She walked him back towards her bed and lay the rope down, and removed his clothes. Then she stripped herself down to her panties and purposely brushed against him as she did so, letting him feel her warm soft skin graze against his own. She took the rope and surrounded his chest, expertly cinching it down and then up around his neck finally capturing his arms against his body, and his wrists together bound behind him. His face filled with uncertainty as the shock shown in his face. He had no idea what he was in for.
She asked him to stand, and he hesitated, a little panic spreading through him, and she smiled at him again. “Don’t worry love, I have done this before and have gotten quite good at it.” “Your not afraid of little ol’ me are you?” “I promise this will be an experience you will never forget” And he stood slowly, his pride getting the best of him. She was a tiny woman, and just that, a woman, what could she do that he could not stop if he didn’t like it.
She continued the rope around his waist and up one leg then the other side creating a harness then led the rope back up to his hands and tied it off. “Oh! You know what would be fun? If we were to do it in the shower with you bound!” smiling and giggling as she said it. He started to shake his head no and she looked at him, sweetly pouting “Please, it would make me very happy to try?”
He sighed knowing he couldn’t say no to her, and she smiled at him, a small smile…with a glint in her eye. She grabbed more rope from the bed that had been lain out and she pulled on the rope around his chest leading him into the bathroom. He started thinking to himself as she led him in, that it wasn’t so bad, nothing was uncomfortable and she was happy. It could be worse than having a beautiful woman tie you up and want to have sex with you.
She led him over to the tub and asked him to get in and he carefully stepped in as told. She asked him to sit and he did so. She looked at him and smiled, “Ok, now I am going to tie your legs for just a few minutes.” “Let you have the whole experience before I have my way with you.” Her sweet silken voice lingering in the air as he sat there and shook his head ok as he resigned to let her do what she wanted. His cock now hard again and dripping as she squatted and tied his thighs together then his calves and onto his ankles, leading the rope back up to his chest and pulling it as it drew up his knees to his upper body in a sitting fetal position.
She stood outside the tub and smiled down at him, and then sat down in her chair next to it. She crossed her arms and giggled at him, “Now your all mine, and can’t possibly do a thing but struggle a bit.” She spoke to him and reached over to the vanity and pulled out a nail file and started filing her nails.
“You know I have to confess that I have been manipulating you with this sweet little act love.” “I am not as sweet as you may think I am, and as a matter of fact can be quite a bitch when I want to be.” “And you my love, are going to have plenty of time to experience that because you’re not going anywhere unless I let you.” He looked at her and started laughing at her and finally said, “Wow, you must have practiced that a lot, that was great!” “You had me convinced for a minute!”
She tilted her head to the side again and raised her eyebrow, file now pointing at him as she spoke with a look of serious malice. “You are now my slave, you will do as you’re told or pay the consequences, and believe me, you really don’t want me to get ugly.” He looked at her and she stared back at him, and the smile left his face along with the façade of sweetness that he had known of her.
He struggled but couldn’t go anywhere except to tilt to either side of the tub and she laughed at his attempts. He started to panic and then started to scream, and she looked at him and laughed more. And after trying to catch his breath in between screams she said “Really? Are you seriously going to scream like a little bitch? I didn’t tell you I was going to kill you, you little pussy.”
“However you continue all that fucking noise and the thought might cross my mind.” He looked at her, the sweat gleaming on his skin from all the commotion. “You’re a psycho bitch!” She smiled sweetly at him and left the room as he continued to holler after her, asking where she was going and to let him out.
She came back with a piece of leather with a red ball attached to it, and he looked at her confused. She smiled and moved towards him and he sank back as far he could away from her, his body slipping down into the tub. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up as he screamed out in pain and captured his head between her knees as she stepped into the tub. Her knees were like a vice and the pressure points in his temples shot with pain as she stuffed the ball in his mouth in the middle of his cry out and tightly strapped it around his neck.
He pulled against her and she released his head, pushing him to the side of the tub as she stepped out, his head banging onto the tile and making his vision blurry for a moment. He looked at her and blinked his eyes and tried pushing the gag out of his mouth, but the straps just bit into him more as he did so. He tried screaming again, but it was muffled and she reached down and slapped him across the face. “Will you just shut the fuck up!” “You’re giving me headache with all that nonsense!” And he looked at her with wide eyes and unbelieving that she had struck him.
She smiled again and said “You can make this much easier on yourself if you just do what I ask.” “You do want that sweet girl back don’t you?” He continued to stare at her not knowing how to react and she sat back down in the chair. “Now we’re going to make you pretty…” reaching over and opening her makeup case, she retrieved small compacts and arranged them on the counter in front of her.
She reached over for his face and he winced, and she smiled. “Come now love, as long as you behave I won’t have to hit you again.” “Be a sweet boy and give me your face.” He looked up at her the tears starting to form in his eyes as he finally absorbed what she intended to do to him.
She took the makeup and started applying it to his face, but it was not a good makeup job. She painted his handsome face like a common street rat whore, degrading him as she did so, covering it in black eye shadow, mascara, pink blush and bright red lipstick badly applied to his lips surrounding the gag.
He sank with embarrassment and pain crept into his eyes. She looked at her handy work and put everything away and wiped her hands off. “Now see you act like a whiny little bitch and this is what happens.” “He shrank down further as the tears slipped down his face and he wondered what happened, what he did to her to deserve this.
“And you know what happens to dirty little bitches don’t you?” “They get used, abused, and kept in their place where they need to be.” She looked down and could see his cock through the opening between his thighs and she spoke and laughed. “You know for someone who looks so miserable, you sure as hell could have fooled me according to your dick.”
“You’re enjoying this much more than you’re leading on and I can see it.” He ducked his head more and started sobbing into his knees as he clenched his knees together. The drool and snot streamed down his face and legs as he cried.
“Ok, princess, enough of the crying, look at you, your filthy, covered in snot and drool and a mess. How am I supposed to be turned on and use you looking like that?” She leaned over and turned on the water, it was freezing against his hot skin as it seeped beneath him. His body trying to move away from it as it filled the tub.
She turned on the warm water after a few minutes and smiled as his body relaxed a bit. She let him get used to it and then turned on the shower and he shook his head as the water came down on him. “Well we have to have you clean from head to toe, you didn’t think I was going to give you a sponge bath did you?”
His body and the ropes that bound him soaked through as the hard stream of water pummeled him, trying to catch his breath through his gagged mouth and nose, he choked slightly. She reached over as he pulled away and she forced his head forward even more as he struggles against her, only to have her take the showerhead in hand and spray it directly in his face where he could not getaway.
Filthy, desperate, and succumbed to submission to the evil bitch who held him captive, hard and dripping despite the suffering he endured. The streaks of makeup running in streams down his face as she chided and humiliated him, her giggles resounding off the shower walls like broken glass in his ear, his manhood stripped and psyche made vulnerable and exposed like his body.
His eyes burning and blurry, he tried to clear his vision looking for the woman that tempted him, tricked him into trusting her, enslaving him body and soul. The devil with red hair, her sweet voice drawing him in like the pied piper, an enchanting witch filling his head with tastes and glimpses of the forbidden.
Stirring the passion and need in his gut and between his legs like a starving animal in search of food and now he was desperate to please her, to feel that sweetness once more, he fought with himself as he wanted her to just take him. He just wants to lose himself in her and forget about this ugly predicament.
She moves into the tub with him, removing her panties and tossing them to the floor, standing over his helpless body. Scaling the sides of the tub she looks down on him like an Amazon, her legs parted and on either side of him, his eyes wide but submissive as she searches them. Her eyebrow arches and an evil smile spreads across her face as she moves forward, pinning his head up and against the shower wall and his body with her legs.
The rope becomes tighter against him as she pushes him back, the goosebumps spreading across his skin from the chill of the air, the water no longer running. She asks him if he is cold and he slowly nods his head, she smiles again and tells him, “Well let’s warm you up then” and suddenly he feels wet warmth cover him, her golden nectar covering his face, his head, his body. Her scent marking him, intoxicating him, as it fills his nostrils and finds its way onto his tongue as he gasps for air.
“Mmmm, like that did you?” “I knew you were a dirty boy.” She smiles at herself and his reaction. She pulls his head up and plants his face nose-first in her pussy and says, “Clean it up!” He tries to comply as he is told but cannot get his tongue past the ballgag and he whimpers slightly.
She pushes his head back, “Worthless little bitch aren’t you!” “I’ll have to do it myself then.” She steps down and turns on the water as she washes, looking at him as he sits in the puddle of lingering water, piss, and precum in the bottom of the tub. He blinks through the smeared makeup and her fluids covering his eyes trying to see what she is doing.
She washes up and gets out of the tub grabbing a towel and starts to dry herself. He sits quietly head bowed sweetly, and she smiles again at him. She knew she had broken him, he was hers, he would now do whatever was asked of him to have her be kind once more. She stepped over and sat beside the tub on the chair as she lathered her favorite lotion on her well-toned legs and dainty feet.
She spoke to him sweetly once again as she finished the rest of her body, “Now love, I am going to untie you and dry you off.” “Your going to be a good boy or it will be worse than before and you don’t want that do you?” He lifted his head slightly and shook it in a silent no. And she patted his leg, “Good boy, now we have an understanding.”
She reaches over and grabs another towel and lays it on the seat she was sitting on and kneels down beside the tub. She unties the rope around his legs, and stops and looks at him, his head still hung low. She hesitates for another moment and questions whether he is going to struggle or fight. She stops second-guessing herself and follows her gut. She had taken plenty of time to get to know him. She was certain he wouldn’t, he loved her and had fallen hard for her, and she had him where she wanted him.
All of his actions had shown her that his desire to please her came before his own desires. As much as he tried to convince her otherwise at times, all she had to was give him that look and he gave in, that sweet smile and a slight look of displeasure and he would do anything in his power to make it happen for her. A perfect plaything he would be, and he would thrive in her cruelty even more. She would take everything from him that he had known as himself and train him to focus completely on her and her desires, her needs. Break him down slowly, completely, and build him back up again.
She finished removing the rope and grabbed the towel off the chair. Slowly she dried him, the sweet musky smell of her urine lingering on him. “You’re going to wear my scent, to remind you who you belong to now,” And continued to dry his face tilting it up to look in his eyes. His eyes… glassy and bloodshot from the tears, urine, makeup and water, meek and lost within himself as they stared back at her. She smiled at him, a genuinely warm smile. She truly did adore him or he wouldn’t be here or with her at all. She just needed to change his focus more to her liking and he would be just fine.
She took the rope and tossed it onto a towel she had laid in the bottom of the tub making a mental note to have him take it to the laundry later. Standing she spoke to him and handed him the towel she had used to dry him, “Stand up and finish drying yourself, I am going into the bedroom and will be waiting for you on the bed.” “You are to come out and kneel before me when you are through, do you understand?”
He looked up at her, towel in hand, and shook his head slowly yes. “From now on you will refer to me only as Ma’am, do you understand that?” He again shook his head slowly yes, and a small whimper escaped his lips, “Yes, Ma’am.” She smiled and said, “Good, now that I have told you once I won’t have to tell you again.”
She bent over and picked up the panties she had discarded and laid them on the chair. “Put these on when you are done,” He looked at her and lowered his eyes, his head sinking down once more like a scolded puppy with his tail tucked and another whispered “Yes Ma’am” escaped his lips. She walked out of the room and over to her dresser, pulled out a pair of clean panties and bustier and got dressed, she sat on the end of her bed waiting for him.
He slowly emerged from the bathroom his head still down as he started to cross the room. His hands clasped in front of him apparently that he was trying to shield the view of her white lacey panties he was wearing. Her voice stopped him in his tracks, “Stop where you are and get on all fours.” “I want you to crawl to me.” He looked at her and slowly sank to his knees and then onto his hands, still looking in her eyes but he didn’t move.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, tears forming again and he just wanted to curl up into a ball. “Come now love, you do know how to crawl don’t you?” she chided. “Or do you need a little more motivation?” He opened his eyes and took a deep breath willing himself forward, knowing that the motivation she would give him would not be pleasant and he began to crawl to her.
He had a nice lean long body, well-toned and slightly muscular, and he reminded her of a panther as he crawled towards her, his pantied ass nice and round and more visible as he came closer. She moaned slightly as her eyes swept over his body, her own clean panties becoming wet with need as she watched him.
There was something about having someone on all fours that brought out the incredible need in her to mount them. That insatiable animal lust she had ached in her gut and she took a deep breath pushing it to the side for the moment as he stopped at her feet. “Kneel up” she commanded and he did as he was told. She told him to scoot a little closer and she lifted her foot, trailing her dainty toes across his chest. “Now your going to thank me” “Thank me for not drowning you and putting you out of your miserable existence.”
He looked at her, a twinge of sadness lingering there, and thought went across his mind. She could have killed me. She could have if she wanted to, but she didn’t. And he was thankful for that, no matter how deranged he thought she was he knew there was something left of that sweet woman he loved.
He began to speak, “Than..” she stopped him before he finished, her toes pressed against his lips and she said, “You can thank me by worshipping my feet, kiss them, make love to them with your mouth. Make me believe how thankful you are.” He loved her feet, they were soft and pretty, well taken care of, and her pretty toes always skillfully painted.
He had kissed them before after rubbing them several times before but never done as she had asked and he felt a strange stirring in his gut even through his despair of the situation at hand. He kissed the toes that covered his lips softly and then raised his hands to capture her foot in them, supporting her leg. He slowly planted more kisses and slightly parted his lips tasting her skin and looked up into her face and she said “Now that’s my good little boy.”
“Suck on my toes, but be careful of your teeth.” He took each toe into his mouth as instructed, surrounding them with its wetness and caressing them with his tongue. He felt himself harden and the ache growing stronger in his gut. He continued to worship her feet and consumed her entire foot being careful not to graze her with his teeth.
He did indeed make love to her foot, getting lost in what he was doing. She watched, getting hotter as she saw him begin to really enjoy what he was doing, and she was surprised by how talented he was at this considering it was his first time. She could tell he had forgotten everything around him.
She pulled back her foot and he almost lost balance as she did so, saying, “Ok, that’s enough.”
“If you’re a really good boy maybe I will let you finish the other one later.” His hands went back down to his sides and he looked in her eyes, he could see that she enjoyed it to, her own eyes glassy with need. She looked at him her eyebrow arching once more and her eyes trailed down his body to the panties that now stood out with his erection, a wet spot and tiny drops of precum that were resting on top of the fabric.
He lowered his eyes and saw what she had been staring at and his hands covered himself once more, self-conscious and embarrassed of the obvious show of his own need. She smiled to herself and spoke to him, “How sweet, you’re shy now all of a sudden?”
She continued to push him, “So was it sucking my toes or wearing my dirty panties that made you hard?” “Knowing that they rubbing against my wet pussy?” He remained quite his head sinking further to his chest. “You know those are a pair you bought me.” “I think they fit you much better my little panty slut.” “As a matter of fact, I think from now on you will be wearing panties so you should get used to it.”
He sank even further, wanting to disappear but the hardness between his legs had not waned, his cock just pulsed harder and he was even more confused by his physical reaction to her verbal torment. She giggled and then sighed saying, “I feel like I need something to refresh me, tea would be nice. And I have something in store for you.”
“Go into the kitchen and fix me a glass of tea, I will be out in a minute after I gather a few things.” “And just to remind you, if you decide to run, don’t forget you are wearing my panties.” “It would be very hard to get someone to help you in your attire.” And she smiled again, lifting his head and looking into his eyes “And if by chance they did, who would believe a little thing like me could do anything to a man of your size against their will?” He just stared at her, his heart sinking and thudding more. She was right.
“Well just don’t sit there like a worthless lump, go!” He slowly got up and stood before her, towering over her, feeling as small as he did when he was on his knees. He turned and left the room and she followed him with her eyes and listened for a minute. She knew he couldn’t run. He wouldn’t.
She busied herself grabbing the things she needed and made her way out to the living room and sat down on the couch. She laid everything out that she had brought beside her as she listened to him in the kitchen. She smiled as he walked towards her, tea in hand as requested. And before she had to tell him, he knelt down in front of her and offered her the tea. She arched her eyebrow again and smiled, thinking this isn’t going to be as hard as I thought it was going to be.
She took the tea from him and took a sip letting it moisten her parched throat. “Now, this is what your going to do,” her words lingering as she reached over and retrieved a folded black garment trimmed in white lace. “You are going to put this on, and these stockings, along with these heels.” His eyes widened and his mouth started to form a protest but he stopped himself before it slipped out.
“Come now, hurry up, I have other things to put on you as well.” He hesitated and then took the garments and heels as she pushed them into his hands. He laid them down on the floor and put the shoes to the side. He fumbled with the dress trying to figure out how exactly it went on and she smiled amused as she offered nothing when he looked at her searching for help.
He finally got the dress on and then again had trouble with the stockings, having a hard time getting them up and smooth around his legs without the wrinkles, and she giggled at him. He had little trouble putting the heels on but when he stood he didn’t look very comfortable and wobbled a little trying to keep his balance.
He looked mortified as he stood there, his hands clasped in front of him as before and his shoulders rolled forward trying to cover the dress as he did the panties he wore underneath it. He was sweating and pale, almost as if he were going to vomit and she smiled at him. He tried to kneel in the heels and almost lost his balance again, catching hold of the coffee table for support. He finally got settled and couldn’t look at her in the face. Her voice cut through the silence, “Don’t you look sweet!”
He was a sight, dressed in a spaghetti-strapped maid dress with a full ruffled skirt and white lace trim with small bows here and there, a small apron adorning the front, black sheer stockings and black heels completed it. “Now I want you to close your eyes and keep them shut.” And he felt her slipping something over his head. He was shrouded in darkness as he felt something silky and tight surround his face.
He started to panic a little and breathe heavier and he heard her voice a bit muffled but clear enough to hear her. “This is a spandex hood, you will be able to breathe through it but you will not see because there is a built in padded blindfold.” Then he felt something surround his neck and a snap of a lock. “You now have a collar so I can control your movement if I choose.”
SLAVE COLLAR WITH LEASH
Then he felt something pushed into his mouth through the fabric and he heard her say, “Bite down”, and he did so. He felt another lock and something a little heavy protruding from the gag he held in his mouth. His mind was racing and he was trying to figure out what she was doing to him. He heard her once more and she said, “Arms behind your back” and he did as he was told. He was still mortified and a little afraid of not being able to see.
He felt something slipped over his arms and tighten over his shoulders, his arms pushed closer together, his elbows almost touching as she laced up the thing that imprisoned his arms setting him more off-balance than he already was on his knees. He felt her tap on his ankles and she told him to put his feet together, then rope slide against the stockings as his ankles were bound. He tried to adjust by rotating his foot but apparently she had tied the heels together as well and he couldn’t move.
“There, almost done.” Then another snap and he felt something even heavier weigh down his clenched teeth. She patted him on the head and giggled delighted with herself. She sat down on the couch in front of him and retrieved her tea from the table taking a long swallow. “You’re quite the dolly, all trussed up and nowhere to go,” and she giggled again. “But you are more than just a dolly or a maid you see, you are now an object to serve me.”
“Now you have a small tray attached to the gag in your mouth. I am going to set my tea on this tray and you will have to hold your head nice and straight and still in order not to spill it.” “Do you understand?” He nodded his head yes trying to keep from tilting forward, his ankles already starting to ache.
She took the glass and placed it on the tray, “Tilt your head back just a touch to even it out now.” He did as he was told and she said, “Perfect, now all you have to do is hold still, can’t be that hard can it?” She smiled to herself knowingly, and she relaxed back on the couch curling her legs underneath her. She picked up the remote and turned on the television and saw one of her favorite movies, knowing it was about halfway through she decided to watch it anyway…
He felt like he had been there for hours, his jaw ached from having his teeth clenched so tightly afraid he would spill her drink and his knees and ankles aching just as badly. She had been watching him a slight movement here and there but not a peep came from him. She knew that the position she had put him in was hard and that he had to be aching by now, but she continued to remove the glass take a sip every once in a while and then place it back on the tray. She smiled waiting as her glass was drained and she eventually replaced it with a small sandbag and he still did not move unaware of the switch she had made.
She saw his head tilting down as the stress on his neck from not moving for so long eventually gave in and the sandbag started to slip. She reached beneath the skirts of his dress and started to rub his cock, and heard a slight whimper come out of him finally. He was trying so very hard to be still as she stroked him and he hardened beneath her hand. “My, its difficult not to move when such attention is being paid to you isn’t it?”
He whimpered again under hand as she squeezed his balls slightly and it made him pull back and lean forward. The sandbag fell off and hit the coffee table, the glass top making an obvious glass thud. He stopped and another alarmed whimper came from him. She smiled and her eyes gleamed, “Didn’t I tell you not to move?” “Good thing I had finished my tea awhile ago and removed the glass or there would have been a huge mess for you to clean.”
“Now that you disobeyed me, you will have to pay the price for doing so.” She reached over and untied his ankles and feet telling him to move back. His head was down and he was sweating profusely under the hood, his cock now erect and making the dress stand out even more under the ruffles. He scooted back as she directed and stopped when he felt her hand on his shoulder.
“I am going to help you lean forward so your head is on the floor. Very carefully sit back on your heels and then lean forward resting your head in my arms.” He did as he was told and she helped him down onto his chest and shoulders, turning his gagged mouth to the side so he could breathe more easily. “Now present your ass to me, arch your back and push your ass into the air!” her words very sharp as they hit his ears. She retrieved a cane she had brought out with her from the couch as he moved into the position she desired.
“Now I am going to punish you for not following orders.” The cane sliced through the air as it hit its target and he cried out under the sting. He pushed himself forward trying to sink into the carpet and away from the blows but she grabbed hold of his hips and brought his ass back up into position. “Move again and it will be worse, I promise you” her words cold as ice. Another blow, and then another rapid succession and he was soon whimpering, the tears stung his eyes again. His whimpers became sobs as she left red stripes showing through his stockings.
She smiled as his body moved with sobs through his gagged mouth. “Now when I ask you to do something I expect it done.” She tossed the cane on the couch and squatted down beside him uncinching the single sleeve, and then unbuckling it from his shoulders and slipping it off. She pushed him to the side off balance and crawled on top of him pinning him to the floor as he still wept. She removed the gag from his mouth and saw the wetness covering the front of the hood. “You’re a mess” and she continued to slide down his legs enough to lift his skirt.
His cock out of his stockings and panties, she grabbed it in her hand and began to stroke him. “My broken little dolly, such a sight, a blubbering mess is what you are.” “Pitiful, miserable little bitch.” He hardened underhand again. “Look at you, arms all over the place, skirt up and legs spread.” “You look like a drunken whore just waiting for someone to come and fall in your hole.” “Is that what you want, a random person to come by and fuck you, is that why your laying here with your legs spread open?” She continued to stroke him and then leaned over on top of him whispering in his ear, “You want me to fuck you?” And he moaned under her hand as she ground her hips into him.
I don’t know if it was part of her master plan, or whether it was simply a germ of an idea that, over time, has evolved into a lifestyle. It is certainly a lifestyle that has turned the traditional male/female roles upside down. She controls the money; I do the laundry; she makes all the decisions; I simply obey; she wears the pants; I wear the skirts (or whatever she tells me to wear). I clean the house while she watches television, or does whatever she wants. If she wants something, she calls on me to get it for her. In short, I am the traditional “woman” in our marriage, and I must wait on her hand and foot (literally).
One day, I guess she recognized how my role had evolved and decided to formally emasculate me by forcing me to wear “sissy” underwear. From that point on she started calling me her wife, or her “Little Sissy”. Sometimes, she looks at me disdainfully and says “I wear the pants in this house”. She then adds with a laugh “You wear the panties. Don’t forget it my Little Sissy” And that was only the beginning. But I’m getting a bit ahead of myself here.
In the bedroom, she makes the rules. She always has at least one orgasm. On the other hand, I am only occasionally allowed to cum. And, on the rare occasion that I am allowed to cum, she ensures that I lick up every drop. She wants no icky mess in the bed or on the floor, or anywhere (except on me sometimes).
Actually, it was in the bedroom that she started us on the path that lead to me becoming her “wife”.
I will wear a chastity device to show my love to you
When we were first married, we made love in the traditional vanilla way. Generally, with me on top, we seemed to make love all the time. In fact, looking back I guess we both had an insatiable sexual appetite. Then one day, after about 10 years of marriage, we had a serious conversation, and Fiona said that she was frightened that I would lose interest in her. For whatever, reason she was worried that I would start looking for a lover. I assured her that I love her and I would never do anything like that. It was a couple of days later that she dropped the bombshell. Fiona told me that her best friend’s husband had run off with a younger woman and that she was devastated. She then told me that she wanted me to wear a chastity device whenever I leave the house. At first, I laughed because I thought she was joking. I could see that she was annoyed at my response, so I reassuringly said “Look! Fiona, if you can find such a device, I’ll wear it any time you want, because I love you Fiona and if it will ease your mind then that’s fine with me.” Although I truly meant what I said, I didn’t fully appreciate what I was committing to, nor what it would lead to.
Sure enough, a couple of days later while I was drying off after my shower, she walked into the bathroom with the device in her hand. At first I didn’t even know what it was she was holding in her hand. She looked up at me, and smiled and said: “ are you ready for the chastity device?”
I guess she took me aback, and it must have shown on my face, because she smiled and said “You did promise”
I said “Sure go ahead, put it on if it will ease your mind”.
I guess it helped that I was quite small after my shower because it only took her a couple of seconds to slip it on and lock it in place. She then pulled me close to her and we shared a long sensual sexy kiss. It was the type of kiss that really gets me going. It always gives me a hard erection, and of course nature was trying to take its course, but the device was doing its job. Fiona, then laughed and quickly left me there in the bathroom trying to understand what was happening to me. I was as horny as hell but I couldn’t get erect because of the device. It was truly frustrating. After a couple of minutes, I gained some measure of composure and was able to pull myself together enough to wander nonchalantly into the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom, Fiona was dressed in her sexiest lingerie. She walked up to me smiling and pulled me to her, and we kissed again. This time it lasted longer, and our hands started to wander all over each other. Again, I was dealing with total frustration, and this time Fiona seemed determined to press every button I had to get me aroused. I felt her hand cupping my testicles, and then she started feeling the device. She then suddenly took a step backwards and looked at me. She laughed and said “That’s great! The device is working”. “Tell me about it” I responded. She then said: “I have one more request, and then you can go off to work.”
Challanged into denial
I said “Sure what do you want?”
She replied “There is one little sexual fantasy that I’ve had that you can satisfy right here and now.”
Well, now she really had my interest. I guess she’s going to take the damn contraption off me and we’re going to make love. Thank God I thought.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and she said. “I want you to get down on your hands and knees, and beg to go down on me”
She added “If you beg properly and sincerely, I’ll take the device off you tonight, and we’ll make love”.
I immediately dropped to my knees and said “Please Fiona may I go down on you. I’m begging you, please.”
With that she said “ it’s not bad for a start. You may crawl to me and remove my panties with your mouth, but keep your hands behind your back. At no time are your hands to touch me. Do you understand? If a hand so much as touches me there will be no lovemaking tonight.”
I thought to myself this is kind of strange, but who am I to question someone’s fantasy. I then started to crawl towards her. I could see that her panties were very wet from our kissing and petting. I tried to pull her panties down with my teeth, but of course it wasn’t possible to pull them off, and after a couple of minutes, and without thinking, I simply took both hands from behind my back and pulled them off, and Fiona also helped by wriggling out of them. She then pushed my head into her moist wet pussy, and I started to gently use my tongue on her. She was pulling my hair drawing me closer and she ordered me to probe with my tongue deep into her vagina. She then ordered me to suck on her clit. It wasn’t too long before she started to moan quietly. I realized that she was guiding and controlling my mouth and tongue by pulling my hair to guide my head and commanding me where, when, and how she wanted me to service her. Soon she came. It was unlike any orgasm she had enjoyed previously. I guess it was the first time she had been in total control.
After a couple of minutes, she looked at me and said “That was wonderful, Darling. Unfortunately, you disobeyed me. You touched me with your hands, so no sex tonight is your punishment. Now, you better give your face a bit of a wash and head off to work. We can talk tonight.”
Over the next couple of days, I realized that she was in fact taking over control of our sex life. I didn’t yet understand that it was more than our sex life that she was taking control of.
After the first two nights of chastity she told me that I had been a good boy and that I could cum. However, she said that I would have to allow her to tie me to the bed. Her rationale was that I could overpower her to get the key. By tying me to the bed she could go and get the key without fear of me following her. So I agreed to let her tie me up, and from that point on, bondage was a part of our lifestyle.
She had obviously planned this in advance because she produced some cuffs and chains, and before I knew it I was lying naked on my back with each arm attached to the top corners of the bed, and my feet tethered to the corners of the foot of the bed.
Some bondage will surely help me focus on her pleasure
After a couple of minutes she returned with the key, but instead of unlocking the device, she started teasing me. She started kissing me and running her hands all over me. She was driving me crazy. It was pure torture, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She then sat on my face and told me to kiss her pussy through her silk panties. Her panties were wet by now, and I felt her wetness on my chin as she sat on my face. After a couple of minutes, she removed her panties and then ordered me to use my tongue on her pussy. And just like the previous morning, she assumed total control of my tongue and mouth. I began to sense that she was using me like a sex toy. This time however, she stopped before she climaxed, and reached down and at last removed the chastity device. She then sat back on my face and began barking out orders on how I was to proceed servicing her. She began stroking my penis. I was almost instantly hard, and after the days of teasing and denial I was almost ready to ejaculate immediately. She then stopped touching me and told me to concentrate on her. She then got back to using my mouth and tongue on her pussy. I could hear from her moaning that she close to coming. But then she stopped, got off my face and moved over my still rock hard penis. She then gently lowered herself over my penis, drawing me deep into her vagina. I came within a whisker of ejaculating while she was sliding me into her very wet vagina. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Here’s the rules darling. I am going to come with you inside me. But, you are not allowed to cum while you are inside me. I want you to cum after I get off you. If you come while you are inside me you will be punished. Do you understand?” I mumbled “Yes Fiona”.
With that she started to move her hips on me, and she began bucking up and down, deliberately sliding up and down my shaft. I tried hard not to cum, but by the third stroke I shot my load. It was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. There was no doubt that days of denial made for a very intense orgasm. Meanwhile, she kept grinding and she came very soon after me.
After, a couple of minutes we both regained our composure. Foina laughed “One week of chastity is your punishment. Also, there’s one more thing that you will always do from now on”
She then got off me carefully and stood over my face and laughed “have some cream pie!”
With that she sat on my face and placed her pussy, dripping with my semen, over my mouth and said “Clean me! I don’t want one drop of that icky stuff left inside me when you’re finished. Do you understand?”
At that point, I didn’t know how I was going to last a whole week without sexual release. I certainly wasn’t going to risk making things worse. And for the first time in my life, I tasted what women around the World have been forced to taste since time immemorial, male ejaculate. In this case, it was my own. And at this stage I didn’t care, I had at last had an incredible sexual experience, and although I was now well and truly her sex slave, I was happy and content. I actually thanked her for the incredible experience, and I began licking her pussy clean, tasting the saltiness of my own ejaculate.
Setting the rules
So our new life together began. She became ever more sexy, and ever more unattainable. She started wearing the sexiest lingerie she could find. She also started wearing leather pants, and leather skirts, and silk blouses. After 10 years of marriage she knew how to push my buttons. She did all sorts of things to get me aroused sexually. Then she would leave me high and dry. She would promise me that I could cum if I did the washing, and the vacuuming, and the laundry. Before I knew it, I was doing all of the housework.
For the next few months I found myself adjusting to our new lifestyle. I have always loved my wife dearly, but now I found that I was falling ever more deeply in love with her. It is not something that I could rationalize, or explain. I guess love is strange, or at least it can be.
One day, while Fiona and I were enjoying a morning cup of coffee together, I asked her if she could explain why it is that I actually enjoy being denied any say in our sex life. I told her that I didn’t understand how I could possibly enjoy being kept in chastity. She smiled and said “It’s because you are submissive. It’s just a part of your nature, and it’s a part of your nature that I love, because I am dominant in nature. After all, you must admit that when I do let you cum, you really enjoy it. Don’t you?”
I smiled and said “Yes, you’re right. You have taken me to new heights that I never thought were possible.”
I then added “You know Fiona, I find that by being denied the opportunity to climax, I spend a lot of my day thinking of you. I picture your beautiful round bottom, or those breasts that I love to suck, or your pussy that I love to use my tongue and mouth on. In fact you haunt my mind, and I become totally enchanted by the thought of you. That’s why I end up doing whatever you ask of me.”
Fiona laughed and we embraced and started kissing, and without giving it a second thought, I picked Fiona up in my arms and carried her through to the bedroom. I then gently placed her on the bed, and we carried on kissing.
She then pulled away and looked at me and said “You realize that you are my sex slave.”
I smiled and said “Well I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess you’re right.”
She then said, “if you are my slave then you better start taking orders.”
I was a bit surprised by that comment, and I said “I thought I was doing a pretty good job at following your orders. After all, I am so desperate to cum, you know I will do anything that you ask.”
She then laughed “Anything!?” and I realized that I had walked into a bit of a trap, so I said “Well, I guess so, within reason.” She then looked at me quite earnestly and said “What do you mean by ‘Within reason’?”
I said “well, I mean I am not going to break the law, or hurt anyone, or do anything that’s dangerous.”
She then looked at me with a feigned hurt expression on her face and said “I am upset that you would even think that I would ask you to do anything that would break the law, or hurt anyone. After all, I am a lawyer”
“I’m sorry Fiona,” I replied, “I guess I was wrong to qualify my comment like that.”
She smiled and then said “so that means you’ll do anything I ask, right?”
I looked into her beautiful green eyes, and said “Of course Fiona, I have total and absolute trust in you, and I will do anything that you ask.”
She smiled and whispered, “It sounds like you are agreeing to be my slave.”
I realized that this was not a decision to take lightly, but I found the thought of being her slave absolutely enchanting and exciting. I gave her a kiss and said, “If you want me as your slave Fiona, it would be an honour.”
She smiled, and again we kissed. This time it was a long sensuous kiss. Our tongues gently explored each other’s mouths while our hands explored and caressed every erogenous area of flesh that we could find. I was, once again, starting to feel the frustrating sensation that had by now become all too familiar.
I expected that Fiona would very soon be asking me to go down on her, or perform some other sexual function that would result in her having an intense orgasm. But, to my surprise she pulled away and said “Now slave. I want you to remove all of your clothes right now.”
So like an obedient slave, I started to remove my clothes, and I put them in a neat pile on the bed. I was then a bit surprised when she went to the drawer and pulled out the cuffs and chains, and this time cuffed my hands in behind my back, and then cuffed my ankles, so that I could only walk by taking very short shuffle steps. She then gathered my clothes together and walked out of the room with them. I was hoping that she would return with the key to unlock the chastity device, but unfortunately, she came back empty handed.
At this point I was standing beside the bed with my hands tightly secured behind my back, and my ankles chained together. The only other item I was wearing was, of course, the chastity device. She stood in the doorway and seemed to be inspecting me, I could see her mind working. She then approached me and reached out and held my plastic encased penis in her hand and said “Poor Uncle John.” She then added “I guess as long as your hands are tied up behind your back there is no need to keep Uncle John incarcerated. Is there?” “Not at all.” I replied quickly.
She then marched out of the room and came back shortly afterward with the key in her hand. She then removed the device and started stroking my penis. To the surprise of neither of us, my penis responded to her gentle touch immediately. She started flicking my penis with her finger and she said “You know. Now that you are my slave, this penis belongs to me.” “It may be attached to your body, but otherwise it is really no different to any other sex toy that I have.” She then leaned forward and gave it a lick. She then drew it into her mouth and started sucking it. Inside a minute I was very high, and true to form, she stopped and walked away. I was totally frustrated, but at least this time I was able to enjoy having an erection, which is a sensation that was denied me while I was forced to wear the chastity device.
She came back a minute later and started to remove her clothes. She did it slowly and sensually, and from time to time she would interrupt the process to rub herself against my naked body, and stroke my penis. Finally, she removed her bra, and laughingly she hung it on my erect penis. She then went over to the chest of drawers, opened her lingerie drawer and took out a 3 feet long red cord. She walked toward me with a menacing smile on her face. She then smiled and said softly “It’s time for Uncle John to experience the joy of bondage.”
She removed the bra that she had left hanging on my erect penis and started stroking my shaft until I was close to cuming. It didn’t take long at all because I was very high before she even touched my penis. She then took the cord and started to tightly tie up my penis and scrotum. It wasn’t painful, but it was a bit uncomfortable. She had tied the cord tightly around the base of my penis, and then looped it around each testicle to separate them, finally winding it around the shaft and tying it securely just underneath the head of my penis.
Goddess is her name
She then pushed me back onto the bed and I lay there feeling completely helpless. I was lying on my back with my hands tied behind my back, my ankles were also bound, and now my penis was fully erect and very tightly bound. Never before had I felt so totally powerless. Fiona then got up on the bed and stood over me. She was naked except for her black panties which I could see were wet at the crotch. She looked down at me and said “Now slave, tell me exactly how you are feeling right at this moment.”
I felt that she probably already new the answer to the question but I replied anyway “I’m feeling extremely helpless Fiona. In fact, I have never felt so vulnerable in my life.”
She then said “Well slave, I have never before felt so powerful. I have complete and total power over you. You are my property. You are to serve me and make me happy. As my slave, you no longer have the right to call me Fiona. From now on you must call me Goddess, because from this point on I am your Goddess. Do you understand slave?” “Yes Goddess.”
I replied. She then continued “Now slave I am going to ‘Queen’ you. Do you know what that means, slave?”
“No Goddess. I have no idea” I replied. She smiled and said “I am going to sit on your face and use you to achieve sexual gratification. You are to use your mouth and tongue as I command. Do you understand slave?” Again I replied, “Yes Goddess.”
Now it was very strange because although I was feeling very vulnerable, I was also feeling highly aroused sexually. It is a response and sensation that I simply couldn’t make sense of, but happily, I didn’t dwell on it. I decided to just go with the flow and enjoy the experience of being a slave to this woman who had, through her intelligence and force of character, turned me into her slave and herself into my Goddess. As I was thinking these thoughts she lowered her wet panty-clad pussy onto my mouth. This time, however, she grabbed my head and pulled my head firmly into her bottom so that my nose was pushed into her anus, and my mouth was covered by her pussy. I was intoxicated by the sensation. The feel and the scent of her womanhood had me highly aroused and then I suddenly realized that I couldn’t breathe. A few seconds later I started moving my head in an attempt to get some air, but she held me firmly and I couldn’t move or do anything about it. I decided to relax and rely on her to not let me suffocate. After all, I had agreed to trust her. She then moved forward and allowed me to breathe through my nose. She then said “Remember slave, although I hold the power of life and death over you, you must always trust me to look after you.” She then removed her panties and she commanded me to suck her clit. By now I was an expert at sucking her clit. It had reached the point where I knew by every little movement of her hips exactly what was expected of me. Faster or slower, gentler or harder, I could suck her exactly as she wanted. In hindsight, it was the first thing that she had trained me to do. It didn’t take long before she came. It is probably because she was very high before she mounted my face, but she had a very intense orgasm. I felt my face being held in a vice-like grip between her thighs as she came. And she came in an explosion of feminine nectar that I found absolutely intoxicating and highly sensual. I continued to lick up her juices, and to my surprise, her hips started moving again as she had a second, very intense orgasm.
After a few minutes, she got off me and lay on her back on the bed, and just relaxed. It was about 10 minutes later that she finally spoke. She said “Well slave you did well, and you should be rewarded. However, it will have to wait until tonight because I have to shower and go to work for a couple of hours, even though it is Saturday.” With that she got up and walked toward the bedroom door. Before she could leave the room I spoke up. “Excuse me Goddess, but shouldn’t you untie me?”
She looked around and said, “Oh yes I almost forgot to tell you, a slave is not allowed to speak unless he is asked a question.” With that she grabbed her soiled panties, wiped them against her pussy and shoved them into my mouth. She then left the room and had her shower. I lay there for another half hour to contemplate all that had happened.
Starting the sissyfication
She came back and started dressing for work. I still lay on the bed trussed up where she had left me. She started talking, and with her panties still stuffed into my mouth I could not join the conversation. She said “I am going to have some simple rules that you will have to follow. To start with, you will only wear clothing that I allow you to wear. I have locked away all of your clothes except for those that are needed when we have to appear vanilla. And even those are under lock and key. The only clothing that you free to wear whatever you want are woman’s clothes. Starting right now you are only allowed to wear feminine lingerie. Your male underwear has been thrown out in the trash. You will wear panties, stockings and garter belt under your work clothes. You will also shave your legs regularly. I will be inspecting for you. So you’ve been warned. Do you understand?” She then reached over and removed her panties from my mouth.
I replied, “Yes Goddess.”
She then went over to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of pink silk panties and walked towards me. I immediately had a sense of horror. She’s not going to make me wear those is she? I thought. Sure enough, she removed the cuffs from my ankles and started drawing the panties up over my legs. She had me stand up, and she continued to draw them up over my penis, that was still firmly tied up. She then started to untie my penis and, remarkably, it became instantly erect again. She then laughed “Well what do you know? I married a sissy boy.”
I was deeply embarrassed and ashamed, and I turned red in the face. She laughed again “Oh sissy boy is embarrassed!”
At this point I didn’t know what to do, and this was exactly the response that Fiona was hoping for. “Who would have thought that my macho husband, who was too masculine to even be seen in a pink sweater would be turned on by dressing as a sissy girl.” she laughed.
She then looked at my penis and said “Well, sissy boy we really have to do something about that erection if I am to get you back into the chastity device, and I am definitely not going to let you cum all over those pretty panties.”
She then told me to bend over the end of the bed. she then removed the belt from the leather pants that she was wearing and started whipping me with the belt. It stung quite a bit, and sure enough after about 3 or 4 strikes I was completely flaccid. I guess she was watching because before I knew it she had put the detested chastity device back on.
Finally, she removed the cuffs from my wrists and headed towards the front door as I stood there dumbfounded at all that had just transpired, wearing nothing but a pretty pair of silk panties, and still frustrated but aroused, and unable to do anything about it.
And, as she walked out of the door she said “Be sure to shave those legs before I come back.”
And that was the start of it all. From that point on, it became more than just a sex game. I also found that Fiona, would find new ways to control me. She would find new ways to ensure that I could not back out of this arrangement, although so far, I have never had the desire to back out. If anything it has been the opposite. The deeper she has drawn me in, the more I have enjoyed it.
