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10-27-2007, 5:00 PM
THE STORY
Things haven’t always been so good between us. Infact, for a while we seemed destined to divorce. We were both approaching 40 and our two kids were now away for the first time at uni. Fortunately the opportunity existed to attend a marriage councelling weekend and we took it. A lot of the weekend was dedicated to couples spending time together discussing the issues that affected their relationships. When the subject turned to sex, my wife let me know just how dissatisfied she had become with our sex life. She let me know in no uncertain terms that it couldn’t continue in the same vain. She told me she knew how much I seemed to enjoy her facesitting me, and she knew I really wanted her to dominate me, but that she felt like was being used. She explained that she got no joy out of it, as she felt she was just a vessel for my fetishes and sexual gratification.
I acknowledged her feelings and she explained “Its not that I am a prude, or that I don’t think I could possibly enjoy being dominant, it’s just that you haven’t ever given me the chance to enjoy myself. It’s always been about you and what you want”. It was true what she said, all of it. I told her I understood what she said, and wanted to make our marriage work. She sat there looking in my face for a while before she said “I need to believe that you are willing to put me first for a change”. I told her that I wanted to show her that she meant everything to me and that I would dedicate myself to proving that for once in my life I would put her happiness above my own. She responded well to this, and although maybe a little skeptical of my sincerity, she was prepared to give our marriage a second chance.
We left the weekend with a second chance and I was determined not to screw it up. At first I concentrated on making her life more enjoyable around the home. I no longer left all the housework to her, and spent less time out on the golf course and with friends. When we went to parties I didn’t leave her dancing on her own, and in the bedroom, whilst it was very vanilla sex, we made love with a passion. I was happy and so was my wife, really happy.
I would have been content with my lot had things continued this way, but one day my beautiful wife said to me, “I have been truly impressed with how you have stepped up the last few months. You have shown me that you are capable of putting me first and I love you for it”. She paused and then said “I think I may be almost ready to try some femdom stuff with you, but before you get too excited, I want you to remember what you once promised me. You promised it will be about me and what I want, do you remember?” I said “I do remember, and I meant every word of it”. She smiled and said “Good, so you understand if I choose to dominate you it will happen on my terms. It will be about fulfilling my fantasies, and not about me indulging yours?” I nodded and she continued “A lot of what I may do you may not particularly enjoy. How do you feel about that?” I thought for a moment before responding and then said “I love you more than anything. I look forward to the opportunity to prove to you that I would do anything, endure anything to please you”. She smiled and said “That is very reassuring, but you must also know that once we start there will be no turning back. I don’t want to hear you begging me to stop, as that will spoil everything, and once I start I have no intention of stopping until I have had my fill. Do you understand?” I told her I did, and she then said she would spend the next couple of week’s researching femdom on the net, to work out just what she would like to try.
The next two weeks seemed to go by almost as usual. It was an unspoken agreement between us that I would not bring up the subject and would carry on as normal. For the most part, life went on as normal, yet the sexual tension of knowing what may or may not happen, was slowly driving me crazy. The only change to our usual routine seemed to be in the evening. Normally after dinner, we would clean up and retire to the lounge and watch tv on the couch together. She told me that over the course of the next few weeks she would be researching all she could on the subject of femdom, what it was she would like to try, and what toys she may need. As the computer was in the lounge room I was either to stay out of the room or agree to wear a blindfold whilst she was on the computer. I was so excited, I had no problem with following this rule and chose the blindfold each evening. Usually I just sat on the couch, but often she would ask me to make myself useful and give her shoulder and feet massages. I would retire to the bedroom earlier than usual and she would sit till late on the computer, never giving me a clue as to what she had researched. When she did come to bed she was usually in quite an aroused state, telling me to go down on her. Her pussy would be moist and wet from the start, and it was clear to me that her research was feeding her imagination and awakening her sensually like never before. After coming, she was so affectionate wanting to cuddle and tell me just how much she loved me. I can’t remember a time when I felt so at peace and so in love. Our marriage had moved to such a deep and intense level.
The rest of the days before that fateful weekend were much the same, although on the final Tuesday she jerked me off after I had gone down on her. She then told me not to play with myself again until instructed otherwise. On Friday I prepared for work as usual, and noticed my wife still in bed. “Aren’t you going to work today?” I asked. “No, today I have arranged a day off, and intend to spend it shopping for some things that may come in handy this weekend. By the way, make sure you let your friends and family know we are going away for the weekend. I know we’re not, but I don’t want to risk being disturbed this weekend, ok honey”. I smiled and said “Will do darling”, gave her a kiss and headed off too work.
That night she had made my favourite meal and generally just made a fuss of me. She didn’t go on the computer that night, and we simply spent the evening cuddling and watching a movie. At 10pm she said “It’s time for you to go to bed darling. You need a good sleep tonight as you are going to need all your energy tomorrow. When you get up in the morning at your usual Saturday time of 8am, could you please quietly clean up the lounge and kitchen before waking me with my breakfast at 9.30am”. I did as I was told, but struggled to get to sleep. My head was going crazy just wondering what was in store for me.
That morning I got up at 8am, had my breakfast, cleaned the lounge and kitchen, and woke my wife with her breakfast in bed. She thanked me and kissed me lovingly. She then told me I could still change my mind if I so choose. I told her how much I was looking forward to this weekend, and I was looking forward to proving my devotion to her. She smiled sweetly and then said “Ok then. Let’s see, I would like you to check that all the curtains are closed, so that no one thinks we are home today. Then I want you to leave. Go see a movie, or visit the library, anything, but I want you not to come home until 2pm exactly. Do you understand?” “Yes Maam I replied. She then said “I like that you called me Maam. That is how you will address me this weekend. Now, when you get home, park the car in the garage, and close the roller doors. Before you enter the house through the garage, you will see some instructions attached to the door. Make sure you follow them to the letter. Have fun now”. “Yes Maam” I said and was on my way.
That time away from the house seemed like an eternity. Finally it was 2pm exactly and I pulled up into the garage. As the roller door closed behind me I read the note attached to the entrance to the house. It said “Slave. (Yes, that is your only title, get used to it). Remove all your clothing before you come inside. Make sure you are on your knees before you enter. Crawl through the hallway to the kitchen where I will be waiting for you. And Slave, make sure you do not have a hard-on, remember, this weekend is only about me. Hurry up, you only have two minutes!”
I took my clothes off quickly fully aware of my rock solid dick. There was nothing I could do. No time to get it down. I entered the house on my hands and knees and crawled to the kitchen. My wife, I mean Mistress, was sitting at the table, still wearing the silk pj’s I left her in. She looked down at me and told me to stand up. She looked straight at my rock hard cock expressionless. For a moment I thought she was just going to burst out laughing. Her smile turned to a frown quickly and she said “You have already disobeyed an order. You really have no idea yet how important it is for you to do exactly as told do you?” I responded “I am sorry Maam”. She replied “You will be slave, you will be. Well, what are you waiting for. Get on your knees and greet me properly”. From her stance, I knew she meant for me to worship her feet so I dropped to the floor and kissed them all over. She smiled, and said “Good boy, now hurry along and run me a spa bath, and make sure you add the bubble bath”. I did as I was told. As she entered the bathroom she said “Make yourself useful and get me a glass of my favorite wine”.
I handed her the wine and she told me to have a shower in the ensuite bathroom and then wait by her side until she had more instructions for me. “Help me out of the bath slave. Now dry me like a good boy!” I dried her and blow dried her hair. She then told me to follew her into the bedroom.
She lay naked on the bed, and told me to get the massage oil out of the draw and start massaging her. As I massaged her I thought about how beautiful she looked. She was on the small side, about 5’4”, looking more like 30 than nearly 40. She still had an hour glass figure, with a large but sexy butt. I really could not ask for a hotter wife. She always loved massages and usually she was happy if I massaged her for half an hour, but today was not an ordinary day. I must have spent two hours massaging her, and my arms and shoulders were really aching when she told me to stop. She then parted her legs and told me to worship her pussy. At that moment I was in heaven. It really didn’t take her long to climax and when I went to move my head away she said “Just stay there”. She caught her breathe and then told me to lick her again. This was definitely not like my wife. She has never wanted to come twice in succession before. To my surprise she did! She told me she was very pleased with my performance and then told me to fetch the nail polish from the bathroom as I was now to paint her toe nails. When I came back into the bedroom she pulled from behind her back a pair of nipple clamps and said “Surprise, you used to want me to twist your nipples. Hopefully this will satisfy your fetish”. She then attached the clamps to my nipples and I was surprised by the bite. They had a chain connected to them and she gave it a pull. This not only added to my discomfort, but also tightened the clamps. They were the clover type. I had read about them but didn’t realize how uncomfortable they would be. She then sat on the end of the bed and said “Start applying the polish, and make sure you do each toe perfectly. If each toe does not pass my scrutiny you remove the polish and start again. When your finished, I will take the clamps off”. I had done her nails before, but not usually as good as she could do them herself, and from my awkward position it was not that easy. Finally done, she gently removed the clamps. I let out a slight yelp and she laughed. “I think these clamps were a great investment. Definitely must use them more often”.
She then told me to freshen up, get dressed in my best suit, and wait for her in the car. I did as I was told and waited for her for about 15 minutes. She was now dressed in a new dress and heels, and got in the passenger side. “You didn’t think to open the door for me. Oh well, you will learn”. She then said “Tonight you are taking me to the city’s, best seafood restaurant, where you will wine and dine me and be the perfect gentleman”. She had made a booking at the dearest seafood restaurant in town. She new how much I hated seafood and I reminded myself of my promise, tonight really was not about what I want.
After we were seated she ordered us both seafood platters. I knew I was not only expected to eat it all, but act like I enjoyed it. During our stay at the restaurant the conversation was light and enjoyable. When the conversations become quiet she asked me how I had enjoyed the day so far. I told her I loved it and felt very natural submitting to her. She responded “I am glad to hear that although I am not so sure you will feel the same by the end of the night”. I answered “Well, we both agreed my happiness was of no consequence tonight, yet I honestly believe that if I make you happy, I will be happy”. She smiled and then discreetly pulled the nipple clamps from her bag. “Go into the bathroom and put them on under your clothes, whilst I order dessert.” I did as she said and came back to the table. She asked “How do they feel?” “Uncomfortable” I replied. She simply said “Good, you can keep them on till we leave”. Fortunately dessert did not take too long to arrive. The conversation moved to everyday things again and she acted like she wasn’t aware of my discomfort. When the waiter asked how things were going, I wanted to ask for the bill, but she decided she wanted a coffee first. It showed on her face how much she enjoyed watching me trying so hard to stay composed.
Finally, she said I could pay the bill, and we headed back to the car. Once inside the car she told me I could remove the clamps, as she did not want to affect my focus on the road. After parking the car and reentering the house she told me I could use the ensuite to freshen up and then remove my clothing. She then said “Put the blindfold on when you’re ready and wait for me on your hands and knees”. I was ready in around ten minutes in the position she said. I expected her any moment, but she did not come for me straight away. Finally, in around half an hour she approached me. Standing in front of me she attached a collar around my neck and also a leash to it. She walked me through the house and finally what I assumed was the lounge room. She then told me to kneel, sitting on my feet and raise my arms in the air. She attached cuffs to my hands and then attached the cuffs to chains in the ceiling. Definitely the lounge, I thought, as we had a punching bag suspended with chains in the past. She then stood in front of me and removed the blindfold. I looked up at her in awe. First, she was wearing a corset. I had never seen her in a corset before, and she had the perfect figure for it. She was also wearing sexy black panties and a very scary pair of stiletto’s. She then pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. “Like what you see Slave?” I blurted “Yes Maam, very much”. She then said “Do you like my shiny new shoes. I bet they could do a lot of damage if I wasn’t careful”. She then prodded my chest with the heel of one shoe until she saw a grimace on my face. She then rested that foot on my shoulder and put her other leg to my face. With her shoe at my mouth she told me to worship it. I kissed it and licked it all over until she was satisfied. She then told me to take the shoe off with my mouth. Easier said than done as they seemed pretty tight fitting. I tried gripping from the heel but it didn’t help. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was scrunching her toes to make it harder. Finally she pushed against me with the heel of the other shoe as I gripped the heel and it came off. I screamed in pain, as the heel she pushed into my chest really hurt. She ignored my pain, and this shocked me. She had never intentionally really hurt me before and I must admit I was scared.
She then told me to worship that foot. I kissed it all over, sucking on each toe doing my best to please her. Finally she swapped feet. The relief to the shoulder she had been resting the other foot on was immediate. When it came time to take off the other shoe, it was a lot easier. Firstly, I didn’t have the other heel digging into my chest, and I think she also relaxed her foot to allow the shoe to slip right off.
After worshipping the other foot, she removed her legs from my shoulders and stood up. She then pushed the chair aside and stood in front of me, before turning around and telling me to kiss her ass. I did as she said until she said “It might be easier if I take these off” and she removed her panties. She then pushed her bottom into my face and I kissed and licked her butt crack as best as I could. She began leaning on me with her bottom pressed against my face. I couldn’t take the pressure any longer and said “Please Maam, the pain in my arms, it’s too much”. Surprisingly she seemed sympathetic and said “Yes, I understand your arms need a rest” and removed the chains from my cuffs. As I lowered my arms I could feel the pain of blood beginning to flow through them again. Whilst I was resting up she left me for a couple of minutes and returned with two drinks. A glass of bubbly for her, and water for me. Still on my knees I drank it up as she told me we were going to have some fun in a moment. She then blindfolded me and attached my cuffed hands behind my back. She told me to stand up and then attached cuffs to my ankles. She then said “We are going to play a game. First I want you to start turning around in circles”. After turning around maybe seven or eight times she said “I have just placed my stiletto’s in different parts of the room. Your job is to find them and put them back on my feet. Whilst you do that I am going to eat some chocolates. The fun part is the more chocolates I get through, the worse your punishment will be. Let’s say, 5 minutes of punishment for each chocolate. I think that is fair. Now get on the floor and start looking”. I fell to my knees and wriggled around the floor trying to find the shoes. It was a large room with many obstacles. They could be anywhere. It took me around ten minutes to find the first shoe and put it on her foot. The second shoe was quicker to find, but took at least ten minutes to get it on her foot. When she finally took off the blindfold she said “My oh my, I did eat a lot of chocolates didn’t I”. I didn’t get to see how many chocolates she ate as she closed the lid to the large box. She then uncuffed me and told me to go to the bathroom and freshen up prepared for my punishment.
When I came back into the room she was standing on the chair next to the chains. “Get here now, and raise your hands” she demanded. She attached the cuffs to the chains and then removed the chair out of her way. For a moment she just stood in front of me admiring her handiwork, and then she said “Are you scared slave?” I responded “Yes Maam”. She then said “Well, you should be. This punishment has been a long time coming. For too long I have held onto my pent up feelings and yes, I want revenge. It’s time for me to get all this pain and anger out once and for all. Don’t look so worried slave, I’ve read all about punishing a slave safely. Trust me, it will hurt, but I won’t leave any permanent damage”. I felt I had to say something so I said “I do trust you Maam”. She then kissed me and said “Good boy” and walked out the room. I watched her as her bottom wiggled as she left the room and despite my position it stirred an erection again. She came back in the room with a large box of ‘toys’ she must have bought the day before. She then put the bag on the floor and pulled out a spreader bar and attached it to my ankle cuffs, spreading my legs and making me feel even more vulnerable. She then put the nipple clamps back on me again. She then stood back and looked at me and said “Your dick is hard again. Maybe that should be my first target”. She then rummaged through the box and pulled out a riding crop. She positioned herself and considered her aim and then flicked it at my dick. It stung a little and made me flinch. She laughed and hit it again and again. “Don’t flinch slave” she demanded. I tried my hardest to remain still but felt it almost impossible. She continued to hit my cock and I continued to flinch. Suddenly she put the crop down and walked up to me and slapped my face with force. “When I give you an instruction you follow it do you understand?”. “Yes Maam” I responded, as she slapped my face again to emphasize her point. She then went back to her box and pulled out a cane. She stood behind me and began with quite a few warm up strokes to my buttocks. The first few were quite gentle and then she picked up the pace. Suddenly they were stinging. When one particular blow hurt too much I let out a shriek. “I told you to remain silent slave. Damn, I should have bought a gag to shut you up. Oh well, this will have to do”. She then stuffed the panties she previously discarded into my mouth. Seeing this would not probably keep me quiet too long she went back to the bedroom and came back with a pair of her stockings. She shoved one into my mouth to make sure it was full, and used the other as a gag, tying it behind me.
She then removed my clamps and said “See slave, I do care about your safety. 20 minutes with the clamps on is your safe limit”. She then picked up her cane again and began hitting me with it. Not just my bottom, but my legs and upper back. She was merciless and if I could have screamed I would have. She then came and faced me looking at my eyes. She wiped the tears from my eyes, and said “I don’t want to see you cry slave. Fortunately I have a solution for this. She then went back to her bag and pulled out a leather hood. She placed the hood over my head. There were nose holes and a zipper for the eyes. She closed the zipper and suddenly all was dark. For me it was worse than a blindfold. It affected my hearing and was kind of claustrophobic. I did hear her say however “Now that I don’t have to see your face I no longer have to worry about you spoiling my fun. Before I knew it she was back at it, whipping me with various floggers, canes and crops. Suddenly she stopped and I thanked God it was all over, or so I thought. To my horror the clamps were reattached and she went back to whipping me. Every blow now was excruciating. I really thought I was going to pass out with the pain. But it just kept on coming. Whack, whack, whack! I never knew where she would hit me next. Suddenly it stopped. My breathing was heavy and I prayed to God it was really over. I felt the pain of the clamps being removed and then the spreader bar being taken off. Then she unchained my hands and carefully put my arms down. I began to lose my balance and she held me safe. Finally she removed the hood and undid the gag and emptied my mouth of her panties and stocking. I was sobbing under my breathe, and she just held me close and said “You did good, really good. I am proud of you”. I composed myself for a few minutes with my head on her shoulder and then for some reason I dropped to the floor and kissed her feet and said “Thank you Maam”.
This spontaneous act of submission really seemed to affect her. She told me to get up and just hugged me and said “Darling, you have made me so happy. I love you so much”. We embraced and kissed and she then sat me down on the couch and got us both a cup of coffee. I was aching all over, but for some reason I didn’t care. I felt like my wife and I were perfectly in tune, and I felt more in love than I thought could ever be possible. In some ways I guess I felt good about myself as I finally felt free of the guilt I carried for the way I had once treated her. She said she felt free to love me fully again. She had no pent up feelings of anger left, and all she felt was love for me. We finished our coffees and she told me to freshen up and she’d meet me in bed.
I freshened up and saw her waiting for me on the bed. My body was aching. I said to her “Honey, I don’t think I have the strength to make love to you properly tonight. She just smiled and said “Is that what you think I want you to do? No, you just lye on your back and leave everything to me, but don’t forget honey, your still my slave till I say otherwise”. I lay on my back and to my surprise she was tying my arms to the bed posts. I began to protest but she told me to be quiet and just do what I was told. Before I knew it she knelt over me facing my feet and said “I know you’re not physically capable of fucking me tonight. But I’m sure it won’t be too much effort to tongue my ass will it?” “No Maam,” I responded. She then said “Good, because whilst you are worshipping my butt I will be holding a riding crop, and every time you stop for air, you can expect me to flick your cock with it”. She placed a pillow under my head, not so much for my comfort but more to give my face a snugger fit between her cheeks. She then sat down on me with her full weight. I used to love it in the past when she sat on my face but this time was different. Never had she sat on me with my hands secured, and never with such determination. Although I managed to get a little air and continue worshipping her ass, every now and again I had to stop, gasping for air. True to her word she hit my cock with the crop. I had no choice but to continue and ignore the pain. For over half an hour she sat there wielding the crop every time I faulted. Finally she climbed off me, and said “Good boy, I think it’s time to let you come now”. She untied my hands and then knelt over me and said, “You can jerk yourself whilst I continue to sit on your face and watch”. My cock was limp from all the torture it had taken, and it took me quite a while to get it hard again. When I finally came, I think it was probably the greatest release I ever experienced. She then climbed off me and gave me a towel to clean up with. She then jumped back to bed and she thanked me for giving her the best day ever. We cuddled and she reassured me it was truly over and that in the morning we could just spend the day relaxing.
We didn’t wake until around 11am and she kissed me in a loving way, and told me just to stay in bed and relax. She then went to the kitchen and returned with two home cooked breakfasts of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, and toast. My favorite. As we sat eating, she asked me how I had enjoyed the previous day. I thought about itfor a moment and then said “Well, it hurt me more than I thought it would, in fact I’m kind of still pretty sore right now. At the time I would have given anything for you to stop, but now I look back at it and I am glad we did it. It’s an experience I think I will treasure forever”. She responded “I was hoping you would feel that way. I was worried that you might withdraw from me and have felt used. You don’t feel that way do you?” I reassured her and said “Definitely not. I wanted to do this for you. I definitely don’t feel like a victim. I feel good about myself, sort of like a hero, taking everything that came my way and proving myself worthy of my Queen”. She smiled and said “That is so sweet. So, how would you feel about doing something like this again sometime”. I answered “Well, definitely not too soon, I mean, these welts are going to take a few weeks to heal, and it’s not that often we could both get a weekend free, but yeah, I’d be honored to do it again. Although, most of the time I think I’d be happy to have sex just like other couples”. “Me too”, she responded, “I love having your cock inside me, but yesterday was so special in a different way. There are so many things I still want to try and other things I want to do again. How about we try and arrange it once a month?” I responded “That’s good by me, and besides the punishment can’t be so bad next time, after all, you said it got out all your built up frustrations”. She responded “That’s true, but I have to tell you, my anger and frustrations were well and truly gone not long after I started the punishment”. I responded “So why didn’t you stop and release me. I was in such pain”. She looked at me with guilty eyes and said apologetically “ I know you were honey, but those feelings were replaced with, I don’t know, maybe just a little sadism. All I know is the more I hit you, and knew you were suffering for me, the more excited I got. Can you understand that?” “I can” I said, “and I look forward to when you choose to dominate me again”.
That weekend was nearly a year ago now. We have continued to ‘play’ every four weeks or so, and things have never been better. I now feel my life is complete. I feel as I have the perfect life. A perfect wife and mother to our adult children. My lover, my fantasy, my best friend, and my Mistress.
Things haven’t always been so good between us. Infact, for a while we seemed destined to divorce. We were both approaching 40 and our two kids were now away for the first time at uni. Fortunately the opportunity existed to attend a marriage councelling weekend and we took it. A lot of the weekend was dedicated to couples spending time together discussing the issues that affected their relationships. When the subject turned to sex, my wife let me know just how dissatisfied she had become with our sex life. She let me know in no uncertain terms that it couldn’t continue in the same vain. She told me she knew how much I seemed to enjoy her facesitting me, and she knew I really wanted her to dominate me, but that she felt like was being used. She explained that she got no joy out of it, as she felt she was just a vessel for my fetishes and sexual gratification.
I acknowledged her feelings and she explained “Its not that I am a prude, or that I don’t think I could possibly enjoy being dominant, it’s just that you haven’t ever given me the chance to enjoy myself. It’s always been about you and what you want”. It was true what she said, all of it. I told her I understood what she said, and wanted to make our marriage work. She sat there looking in my face for a while before she said “I need to believe that you are willing to put me first for a change”. I told her that I wanted to show her that she meant everything to me and that I would dedicate myself to proving that for once in my life I would put her happiness above my own. She responded well to this, and although maybe a little skeptical of my sincerity, she was prepared to give our marriage a second chance.
We left the weekend with a second chance and I was determined not to screw it up. At first I concentrated on making her life more enjoyable around the home. I no longer left all the housework to her, and spent less time out on the golf course and with friends. When we went to parties I didn’t leave her dancing on her own, and in the bedroom, whilst it was very vanilla sex, we made love with a passion. I was happy and so was my wife, really happy.
I would have been content with my lot had things continued this way, but one day my beautiful wife said to me, “I have been truly impressed with how you have stepped up the last few months. You have shown me that you are capable of putting me first and I love you for it”. She paused and then said “I think I may be almost ready to try some femdom stuff with you, but before you get too excited, I want you to remember what you once promised me. You promised it will be about me and what I want, do you remember?” I said “I do remember, and I meant every word of it”. She smiled and said “Good, so you understand if I choose to dominate you it will happen on my terms. It will be about fulfilling my fantasies, and not about me indulging yours?” I nodded and she continued “A lot of what I may do you may not particularly enjoy. How do you feel about that?” I thought for a moment before responding and then said “I love you more than anything. I look forward to the opportunity to prove to you that I would do anything, endure anything to please you”. She smiled and said “That is very reassuring, but you must also know that once we start there will be no turning back. I don’t want to hear you begging me to stop, as that will spoil everything, and once I start I have no intention of stopping until I have had my fill. Do you understand?” I told her I did, and she then said she would spend the next couple of week’s researching femdom on the net, to work out just what she would like to try.
The next two weeks seemed to go by almost as usual. It was an unspoken agreement between us that I would not bring up the subject and would carry on as normal. For the most part, life went on as normal, yet the sexual tension of knowing what may or may not happen, was slowly driving me crazy. The only change to our usual routine seemed to be in the evening. Normally after dinner, we would clean up and retire to the lounge and watch tv on the couch together. She told me that over the course of the next few weeks she would be researching all she could on the subject of femdom, what it was she would like to try, and what toys she may need. As the computer was in the lounge room I was either to stay out of the room or agree to wear a blindfold whilst she was on the computer. I was so excited, I had no problem with following this rule and chose the blindfold each evening. Usually I just sat on the couch, but often she would ask me to make myself useful and give her shoulder and feet massages. I would retire to the bedroom earlier than usual and she would sit till late on the computer, never giving me a clue as to what she had researched. When she did come to bed she was usually in quite an aroused state, telling me to go down on her. Her pussy would be moist and wet from the start, and it was clear to me that her research was feeding her imagination and awakening her sensually like never before. After coming, she was so affectionate wanting to cuddle and tell me just how much she loved me. I can’t remember a time when I felt so at peace and so in love. Our marriage had moved to such a deep and intense level.
The rest of the days before that fateful weekend were much the same, although on the final Tuesday she jerked me off after I had gone down on her. She then told me not to play with myself again until instructed otherwise. On Friday I prepared for work as usual, and noticed my wife still in bed. “Aren’t you going to work today?” I asked. “No, today I have arranged a day off, and intend to spend it shopping for some things that may come in handy this weekend. By the way, make sure you let your friends and family know we are going away for the weekend. I know we’re not, but I don’t want to risk being disturbed this weekend, ok honey”. I smiled and said “Will do darling”, gave her a kiss and headed off too work.
That night she had made my favourite meal and generally just made a fuss of me. She didn’t go on the computer that night, and we simply spent the evening cuddling and watching a movie. At 10pm she said “It’s time for you to go to bed darling. You need a good sleep tonight as you are going to need all your energy tomorrow. When you get up in the morning at your usual Saturday time of 8am, could you please quietly clean up the lounge and kitchen before waking me with my breakfast at 9.30am”. I did as I was told, but struggled to get to sleep. My head was going crazy just wondering what was in store for me.
That morning I got up at 8am, had my breakfast, cleaned the lounge and kitchen, and woke my wife with her breakfast in bed. She thanked me and kissed me lovingly. She then told me I could still change my mind if I so choose. I told her how much I was looking forward to this weekend, and I was looking forward to proving my devotion to her. She smiled sweetly and then said “Ok then. Let’s see, I would like you to check that all the curtains are closed, so that no one thinks we are home today. Then I want you to leave. Go see a movie, or visit the library, anything, but I want you not to come home until 2pm exactly. Do you understand?” “Yes Maam I replied. She then said “I like that you called me Maam. That is how you will address me this weekend. Now, when you get home, park the car in the garage, and close the roller doors. Before you enter the house through the garage, you will see some instructions attached to the door. Make sure you follow them to the letter. Have fun now”. “Yes Maam” I said and was on my way.
That time away from the house seemed like an eternity. Finally it was 2pm exactly and I pulled up into the garage. As the roller door closed behind me I read the note attached to the entrance to the house. It said “Slave. (Yes, that is your only title, get used to it). Remove all your clothing before you come inside. Make sure you are on your knees before you enter. Crawl through the hallway to the kitchen where I will be waiting for you. And Slave, make sure you do not have a hard-on, remember, this weekend is only about me. Hurry up, you only have two minutes!”
I took my clothes off quickly fully aware of my rock solid dick. There was nothing I could do. No time to get it down. I entered the house on my hands and knees and crawled to the kitchen. My wife, I mean Mistress, was sitting at the table, still wearing the silk pj’s I left her in. She looked down at me and told me to stand up. She looked straight at my rock hard cock expressionless. For a moment I thought she was just going to burst out laughing. Her smile turned to a frown quickly and she said “You have already disobeyed an order. You really have no idea yet how important it is for you to do exactly as told do you?” I responded “I am sorry Maam”. She replied “You will be slave, you will be. Well, what are you waiting for. Get on your knees and greet me properly”. From her stance, I knew she meant for me to worship her feet so I dropped to the floor and kissed them all over. She smiled, and said “Good boy, now hurry along and run me a spa bath, and make sure you add the bubble bath”. I did as I was told. As she entered the bathroom she said “Make yourself useful and get me a glass of my favorite wine”.
I handed her the wine and she told me to have a shower in the ensuite bathroom and then wait by her side until she had more instructions for me. “Help me out of the bath slave. Now dry me like a good boy!” I dried her and blow dried her hair. She then told me to follew her into the bedroom.
She lay naked on the bed, and told me to get the massage oil out of the draw and start massaging her. As I massaged her I thought about how beautiful she looked. She was on the small side, about 5’4”, looking more like 30 than nearly 40. She still had an hour glass figure, with a large but sexy butt. I really could not ask for a hotter wife. She always loved massages and usually she was happy if I massaged her for half an hour, but today was not an ordinary day. I must have spent two hours massaging her, and my arms and shoulders were really aching when she told me to stop. She then parted her legs and told me to worship her pussy. At that moment I was in heaven. It really didn’t take her long to climax and when I went to move my head away she said “Just stay there”. She caught her breathe and then told me to lick her again. This was definitely not like my wife. She has never wanted to come twice in succession before. To my surprise she did! She told me she was very pleased with my performance and then told me to fetch the nail polish from the bathroom as I was now to paint her toe nails. When I came back into the bedroom she pulled from behind her back a pair of nipple clamps and said “Surprise, you used to want me to twist your nipples. Hopefully this will satisfy your fetish”. She then attached the clamps to my nipples and I was surprised by the bite. They had a chain connected to them and she gave it a pull. This not only added to my discomfort, but also tightened the clamps. They were the clover type. I had read about them but didn’t realize how uncomfortable they would be. She then sat on the end of the bed and said “Start applying the polish, and make sure you do each toe perfectly. If each toe does not pass my scrutiny you remove the polish and start again. When your finished, I will take the clamps off”. I had done her nails before, but not usually as good as she could do them herself, and from my awkward position it was not that easy. Finally done, she gently removed the clamps. I let out a slight yelp and she laughed. “I think these clamps were a great investment. Definitely must use them more often”.
She then told me to freshen up, get dressed in my best suit, and wait for her in the car. I did as I was told and waited for her for about 15 minutes. She was now dressed in a new dress and heels, and got in the passenger side. “You didn’t think to open the door for me. Oh well, you will learn”. She then said “Tonight you are taking me to the city’s, best seafood restaurant, where you will wine and dine me and be the perfect gentleman”. She had made a booking at the dearest seafood restaurant in town. She new how much I hated seafood and I reminded myself of my promise, tonight really was not about what I want.
After we were seated she ordered us both seafood platters. I knew I was not only expected to eat it all, but act like I enjoyed it. During our stay at the restaurant the conversation was light and enjoyable. When the conversations become quiet she asked me how I had enjoyed the day so far. I told her I loved it and felt very natural submitting to her. She responded “I am glad to hear that although I am not so sure you will feel the same by the end of the night”. I answered “Well, we both agreed my happiness was of no consequence tonight, yet I honestly believe that if I make you happy, I will be happy”. She smiled and then discreetly pulled the nipple clamps from her bag. “Go into the bathroom and put them on under your clothes, whilst I order dessert.” I did as she said and came back to the table. She asked “How do they feel?” “Uncomfortable” I replied. She simply said “Good, you can keep them on till we leave”. Fortunately dessert did not take too long to arrive. The conversation moved to everyday things again and she acted like she wasn’t aware of my discomfort. When the waiter asked how things were going, I wanted to ask for the bill, but she decided she wanted a coffee first. It showed on her face how much she enjoyed watching me trying so hard to stay composed.
Finally, she said I could pay the bill, and we headed back to the car. Once inside the car she told me I could remove the clamps, as she did not want to affect my focus on the road. After parking the car and reentering the house she told me I could use the ensuite to freshen up and then remove my clothing. She then said “Put the blindfold on when you’re ready and wait for me on your hands and knees”. I was ready in around ten minutes in the position she said. I expected her any moment, but she did not come for me straight away. Finally, in around half an hour she approached me. Standing in front of me she attached a collar around my neck and also a leash to it. She walked me through the house and finally what I assumed was the lounge room. She then told me to kneel, sitting on my feet and raise my arms in the air. She attached cuffs to my hands and then attached the cuffs to chains in the ceiling. Definitely the lounge, I thought, as we had a punching bag suspended with chains in the past. She then stood in front of me and removed the blindfold. I looked up at her in awe. First, she was wearing a corset. I had never seen her in a corset before, and she had the perfect figure for it. She was also wearing sexy black panties and a very scary pair of stiletto’s. She then pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me. “Like what you see Slave?” I blurted “Yes Maam, very much”. She then said “Do you like my shiny new shoes. I bet they could do a lot of damage if I wasn’t careful”. She then prodded my chest with the heel of one shoe until she saw a grimace on my face. She then rested that foot on my shoulder and put her other leg to my face. With her shoe at my mouth she told me to worship it. I kissed it and licked it all over until she was satisfied. She then told me to take the shoe off with my mouth. Easier said than done as they seemed pretty tight fitting. I tried gripping from the heel but it didn’t help. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was scrunching her toes to make it harder. Finally she pushed against me with the heel of the other shoe as I gripped the heel and it came off. I screamed in pain, as the heel she pushed into my chest really hurt. She ignored my pain, and this shocked me. She had never intentionally really hurt me before and I must admit I was scared.
She then told me to worship that foot. I kissed it all over, sucking on each toe doing my best to please her. Finally she swapped feet. The relief to the shoulder she had been resting the other foot on was immediate. When it came time to take off the other shoe, it was a lot easier. Firstly, I didn’t have the other heel digging into my chest, and I think she also relaxed her foot to allow the shoe to slip right off.
After worshipping the other foot, she removed her legs from my shoulders and stood up. She then pushed the chair aside and stood in front of me, before turning around and telling me to kiss her ass. I did as she said until she said “It might be easier if I take these off” and she removed her panties. She then pushed her bottom into my face and I kissed and licked her butt crack as best as I could. She began leaning on me with her bottom pressed against my face. I couldn’t take the pressure any longer and said “Please Maam, the pain in my arms, it’s too much”. Surprisingly she seemed sympathetic and said “Yes, I understand your arms need a rest” and removed the chains from my cuffs. As I lowered my arms I could feel the pain of blood beginning to flow through them again. Whilst I was resting up she left me for a couple of minutes and returned with two drinks. A glass of bubbly for her, and water for me. Still on my knees I drank it up as she told me we were going to have some fun in a moment. She then blindfolded me and attached my cuffed hands behind my back. She told me to stand up and then attached cuffs to my ankles. She then said “We are going to play a game. First I want you to start turning around in circles”. After turning around maybe seven or eight times she said “I have just placed my stiletto’s in different parts of the room. Your job is to find them and put them back on my feet. Whilst you do that I am going to eat some chocolates. The fun part is the more chocolates I get through, the worse your punishment will be. Let’s say, 5 minutes of punishment for each chocolate. I think that is fair. Now get on the floor and start looking”. I fell to my knees and wriggled around the floor trying to find the shoes. It was a large room with many obstacles. They could be anywhere. It took me around ten minutes to find the first shoe and put it on her foot. The second shoe was quicker to find, but took at least ten minutes to get it on her foot. When she finally took off the blindfold she said “My oh my, I did eat a lot of chocolates didn’t I”. I didn’t get to see how many chocolates she ate as she closed the lid to the large box. She then uncuffed me and told me to go to the bathroom and freshen up prepared for my punishment.
When I came back into the room she was standing on the chair next to the chains. “Get here now, and raise your hands” she demanded. She attached the cuffs to the chains and then removed the chair out of her way. For a moment she just stood in front of me admiring her handiwork, and then she said “Are you scared slave?” I responded “Yes Maam”. She then said “Well, you should be. This punishment has been a long time coming. For too long I have held onto my pent up feelings and yes, I want revenge. It’s time for me to get all this pain and anger out once and for all. Don’t look so worried slave, I’ve read all about punishing a slave safely. Trust me, it will hurt, but I won’t leave any permanent damage”. I felt I had to say something so I said “I do trust you Maam”. She then kissed me and said “Good boy” and walked out the room. I watched her as her bottom wiggled as she left the room and despite my position it stirred an erection again. She came back in the room with a large box of ‘toys’ she must have bought the day before. She then put the bag on the floor and pulled out a spreader bar and attached it to my ankle cuffs, spreading my legs and making me feel even more vulnerable. She then put the nipple clamps back on me again. She then stood back and looked at me and said “Your dick is hard again. Maybe that should be my first target”. She then rummaged through the box and pulled out a riding crop. She positioned herself and considered her aim and then flicked it at my dick. It stung a little and made me flinch. She laughed and hit it again and again. “Don’t flinch slave” she demanded. I tried my hardest to remain still but felt it almost impossible. She continued to hit my cock and I continued to flinch. Suddenly she put the crop down and walked up to me and slapped my face with force. “When I give you an instruction you follow it do you understand?”. “Yes Maam” I responded, as she slapped my face again to emphasize her point. She then went back to her box and pulled out a cane. She stood behind me and began with quite a few warm up strokes to my buttocks. The first few were quite gentle and then she picked up the pace. Suddenly they were stinging. When one particular blow hurt too much I let out a shriek. “I told you to remain silent slave. Damn, I should have bought a gag to shut you up. Oh well, this will have to do”. She then stuffed the panties she previously discarded into my mouth. Seeing this would not probably keep me quiet too long she went back to the bedroom and came back with a pair of her stockings. She shoved one into my mouth to make sure it was full, and used the other as a gag, tying it behind me.
She then removed my clamps and said “See slave, I do care about your safety. 20 minutes with the clamps on is your safe limit”. She then picked up her cane again and began hitting me with it. Not just my bottom, but my legs and upper back. She was merciless and if I could have screamed I would have. She then came and faced me looking at my eyes. She wiped the tears from my eyes, and said “I don’t want to see you cry slave. Fortunately I have a solution for this. She then went back to her bag and pulled out a leather hood. She placed the hood over my head. There were nose holes and a zipper for the eyes. She closed the zipper and suddenly all was dark. For me it was worse than a blindfold. It affected my hearing and was kind of claustrophobic. I did hear her say however “Now that I don’t have to see your face I no longer have to worry about you spoiling my fun. Before I knew it she was back at it, whipping me with various floggers, canes and crops. Suddenly she stopped and I thanked God it was all over, or so I thought. To my horror the clamps were reattached and she went back to whipping me. Every blow now was excruciating. I really thought I was going to pass out with the pain. But it just kept on coming. Whack, whack, whack! I never knew where she would hit me next. Suddenly it stopped. My breathing was heavy and I prayed to God it was really over. I felt the pain of the clamps being removed and then the spreader bar being taken off. Then she unchained my hands and carefully put my arms down. I began to lose my balance and she held me safe. Finally she removed the hood and undid the gag and emptied my mouth of her panties and stocking. I was sobbing under my breathe, and she just held me close and said “You did good, really good. I am proud of you”. I composed myself for a few minutes with my head on her shoulder and then for some reason I dropped to the floor and kissed her feet and said “Thank you Maam”.
This spontaneous act of submission really seemed to affect her. She told me to get up and just hugged me and said “Darling, you have made me so happy. I love you so much”. We embraced and kissed and she then sat me down on the couch and got us both a cup of coffee. I was aching all over, but for some reason I didn’t care. I felt like my wife and I were perfectly in tune, and I felt more in love than I thought could ever be possible. In some ways I guess I felt good about myself as I finally felt free of the guilt I carried for the way I had once treated her. She said she felt free to love me fully again. She had no pent up feelings of anger left, and all she felt was love for me. We finished our coffees and she told me to freshen up and she’d meet me in bed.
I freshened up and saw her waiting for me on the bed. My body was aching. I said to her “Honey, I don’t think I have the strength to make love to you properly tonight. She just smiled and said “Is that what you think I want you to do? No, you just lye on your back and leave everything to me, but don’t forget honey, your still my slave till I say otherwise”. I lay on my back and to my surprise she was tying my arms to the bed posts. I began to protest but she told me to be quiet and just do what I was told. Before I knew it she knelt over me facing my feet and said “I know you’re not physically capable of fucking me tonight. But I’m sure it won’t be too much effort to tongue my ass will it?” “No Maam,” I responded. She then said “Good, because whilst you are worshipping my butt I will be holding a riding crop, and every time you stop for air, you can expect me to flick your cock with it”. She placed a pillow under my head, not so much for my comfort but more to give my face a snugger fit between her cheeks. She then sat down on me with her full weight. I used to love it in the past when she sat on my face but this time was different. Never had she sat on me with my hands secured, and never with such determination. Although I managed to get a little air and continue worshipping her ass, every now and again I had to stop, gasping for air. True to her word she hit my cock with the crop. I had no choice but to continue and ignore the pain. For over half an hour she sat there wielding the crop every time I faulted. Finally she climbed off me, and said “Good boy, I think it’s time to let you come now”. She untied my hands and then knelt over me and said, “You can jerk yourself whilst I continue to sit on your face and watch”. My cock was limp from all the torture it had taken, and it took me quite a while to get it hard again. When I finally came, I think it was probably the greatest release I ever experienced. She then climbed off me and gave me a towel to clean up with. She then jumped back to bed and she thanked me for giving her the best day ever. We cuddled and she reassured me it was truly over and that in the morning we could just spend the day relaxing.
We didn’t wake until around 11am and she kissed me in a loving way, and told me just to stay in bed and relax. She then went to the kitchen and returned with two home cooked breakfasts of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, and toast. My favorite. As we sat eating, she asked me how I had enjoyed the previous day. I thought about itfor a moment and then said “Well, it hurt me more than I thought it would, in fact I’m kind of still pretty sore right now. At the time I would have given anything for you to stop, but now I look back at it and I am glad we did it. It’s an experience I think I will treasure forever”. She responded “I was hoping you would feel that way. I was worried that you might withdraw from me and have felt used. You don’t feel that way do you?” I reassured her and said “Definitely not. I wanted to do this for you. I definitely don’t feel like a victim. I feel good about myself, sort of like a hero, taking everything that came my way and proving myself worthy of my Queen”. She smiled and said “That is so sweet. So, how would you feel about doing something like this again sometime”. I answered “Well, definitely not too soon, I mean, these welts are going to take a few weeks to heal, and it’s not that often we could both get a weekend free, but yeah, I’d be honored to do it again. Although, most of the time I think I’d be happy to have sex just like other couples”. “Me too”, she responded, “I love having your cock inside me, but yesterday was so special in a different way. There are so many things I still want to try and other things I want to do again. How about we try and arrange it once a month?” I responded “That’s good by me, and besides the punishment can’t be so bad next time, after all, you said it got out all your built up frustrations”. She responded “That’s true, but I have to tell you, my anger and frustrations were well and truly gone not long after I started the punishment”. I responded “So why didn’t you stop and release me. I was in such pain”. She looked at me with guilty eyes and said apologetically “ I know you were honey, but those feelings were replaced with, I don’t know, maybe just a little sadism. All I know is the more I hit you, and knew you were suffering for me, the more excited I got. Can you understand that?” “I can” I said, “and I look forward to when you choose to dominate me again”.
That weekend was nearly a year ago now. We have continued to ‘play’ every four weeks or so, and things have never been better. I now feel my life is complete. I feel as I have the perfect life. A perfect wife and mother to our adult children. My lover, my fantasy, my best friend, and my Mistress.