Surrender To My Wife (Pt 1) by Master Ivan

[mrivan]

SURRENDER TO MY WIFE


My wife, Sue, and I had and still have a happy marriage. While not particularly affluent, we both had passable jobs, were satisfied with life and still loved each other.

The changes started one evening a few weeks before Christmas. Our lovemaking had been almost ferocious, with love-bites, gentle slaps and an atmosphere like a wrestling match. Both of us were highly aroused and aggressive, but the climax occurred as we did a sixty-nine with her on top.

She had my arms pinned under her legs and was grinding her pussy into my face quite forcefully. As the scene progressed, she would periodically withdraw her mouth from my cock, lean back, take my hair in one hand and guide my efforts in eating her. The frustration it caused me, quite visibly, proved to be a turn-on for both of us.

The scene was quite intense. When it ended, we fell asleep quickly and did not discuss it until the next day.

Sue confided in me, "I practically raped you last night, and you loved it!"

"Yes, it's true. I'm not sure, but I think I enjoyed it even more than raping you!"

"I think you like giving up control."

"I do. Especially when you enjoy taking it."

"Maybe we should do it more often. What do you think?"

"Do what, Sue?"

"Let me take control."

I thought for a moment. My first response was an instant erection. Sue saw it through my pants and smiled.

"Yes, I think you'd like it, maybe even on a regular basis."

She was correct. That night, when we went to bed, she sat on the edge of the bed in her negligee, watching me undress. As I moved, naked and erect, towards the bed, she said, "Hold it right there, darling. I think I'd like you to eat me to orgasm first."

For an instant, I felt threatened. Then, I saw her eyes, as she smiled, observing my erection. "You know you want it this way, right?"

I nodded. I knelt, naked, on the floor at her feet. Guided by her hands at my hair and on the back of my head, I ate her to several orgasms. Finally, after well over thirty minutes, she invited me to get into bed with her. With me on my back, she rode my cock to orgasm, bringing herself off again as well.

She laid on top of me for several minutes, as we enjoyed our afterglow. Then, suddenly, she rose, crawled up over me and sat on my face.

As always, I instinctively buried myself in her pussy, my lips and tongue working away. But I had forgotten. Her pussy was now filled with the load I had placed there minutes ago.

Realizing this, I struggled. But again, my arms were pinned under her knees, and I could not escape.

Actually, I could have. I am certainly stronger than she, and I could have wrestled her off of me at any time. Yet, the utter humiliation of sucking my own come out of her cunt paralyzed me. I did not want to escape. And with her forcefully taking my mouth, feeding me my own load, pulling my hair as she ground herself into me, my erection returned, only minutes after my previous orgasm.

She saw it, and saw my hips bucking. Smiling, she felt me trying to free my right arm from beneath her leg, wanting to masturbate. Still smiling, she held me more forcefully. "No, dear. Bring me off again first, then you can masturbate if you'd like."

I licked and sucked her more enthusiastically than I ever had since we had gotten together. Her second time around, her orgasm took several more minutes. Mine was waiting for a single touch.

Finally, she raised her left knee, freeing my right arm. I took my cock in hand and stroked it several times as Sue took my hair and pulled my mouth back onto her cunt. I came, instantly.

Looking back and watching, she smiled. She replaced my right arm under her leg, then took two fingers and scooped up some of the come which had landed on my chest. She presented the fingers to my mouth to be licked clean.

I resisted, keeping my mouth closed.

"Come now, you want to make me happy, don't you? And there's something about seeing you eating your own come that really turns me on. Open!"

The last word was a firm command, harshly delivered and emphasized with her hand tightly gripping my hair. I opened my mouth. She then fed me my come, returning many times to my body until she had scooped it all up and fed it back to me. Thruout, she remained seated on me, her cunt inches from my mouth, my arms helplessly pinned beneath her legs.

Minutes later, we laid side by side in bed. We had kissed, lovingly and passionately, mouth to mouth, with her unmindful of what tastes my mouth still bore. We had expressed the heartfelt "I love you" 's, then we both became absorbed in thought.

She finally spoke first. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you, dear."

"Not at all. In fact, I was pleasantly surprised."

"I must admit, it was an incredible turn-on, getting pushy with you the way I did."

"It turned me on, as well."

She rolled over, looked me straight in the eyes and smiled.

"You know, I think you not only enjoyed it, but would love nothing in this world more than to get the same and more on a regular basis."

"To be honest, Sue, I have a whole set of fantasies that involve just that."

She smiled widely, and said, "Be careful what you fantasize--you may find your dreams coming true!"

We slept soundly.

The following morning, I had to leave for work well before my wife. I had my coat on and was approaching the door where Sue waited for me, still in her negligee, to kiss me good-bye.

As we embraced and kissed, she said, "I love you, darling."

"And I love you, too."

"Last night was incredible,..." At this, I smiled, lecherously. "...but I wonder, how far would you be willing to go to make me happy?"

I looked her straight in the eye, and said, "Try me."

She laughed, and said, "I had just that in mind. How would you like to get down on your knees and eat me to orgasm right here and now, before you go?"

Her hand found its way into my hair again as I returned her stare. My eyes dropped, and she knew I would submit. Her grip in my hair tightened, and pushed down.

Fully dressed, I knelt at her feet and ate her to orgasm. It took only a few minutes and left me with a raging hard-on which, now, I would not have time to relieve. Finished, I made a move toward the bathroom, to re-wash my face, but she stopped me.

"No, dear. Take it with you, a reminder of my love."

I left the house with not only an aching cock, but the taste and smell of my wife's juice on my face. It kept me aroused for much of the day and was still detectable when I returned home that night.

Her dominating attitude grew as Christmas approached. She began demanding cunnilingus from me several times each day, and more of it at night. Most mornings, she did nothing for my arousal and occasionally denied me pleasure at bedtime. My arousal grew, as did my submission, as each day found me doing more and more of what was once her housework, at her request.

12/23

Finally, a couple of days before Christmas, as I knelt at her feet at bedside, having just finished eating her to orgasm, she looked down at me and asked me the question that would change both our lives.

"Tell me, my love, how would you like to become my slave?"

I thought about her question. I was not immediately shocked, but what the question implied was not yet clear. "You know I'd do anything for you, Sue."

"Yes, I know. But supposing I wanted to demand much more from you, far beyond what you would find pleasant?"

"Such as what?"

"Such as taking complete control of you, spanking or punishing you if you displeased me, tying you up, denying you pleasure, no limits."

Now, I hesitated, thinking hard. "I suppose it would depend on how far you went. I love you, and would do anything that would make you happy. And I trust you. But, what if..."

"If your answer is yes, there can be no preconditions. What I'm talking about is the complete freedom to do anything I want with you, unconditionally."

Again, I thought. I said, "The idea turns me on, but I'd be afraid to commit to something like that blindly."

She took me by the hair and pulled me forcefully back into her cunt. As I began licking, she said, "Well, think about it."

Over thirty minutes later, as I suffered with a most demanding unrelieved erection, I agreed to her proposal. I would sign a formal document of submission to her on Christmas day. Between then and the New Year, we would feel out the situation, set up some ground rules and acquire some equipment. On January first, I would officially begin serving her as a full slave.

An hour later, she rode my cock to orgasm. Again, she then straddled my face and fed me back my come, bringing herself off again as my erection returned. As she laid beside me, pulling my hand away from my cock, she said, "No, my future slave. You'll only come once tonight. Once you're my complete slave, who knows how often you'll be permitted to come?"

With a great force of will, I obeyed.

12/24

Christmas Eve, she tied me for the first time. She bound my wrists together with stockings, then attached them to the headboard of the bed. She sat on my face and teased my cock briefly, then abruptly rose and got out of bed.

She stood and faced me, and said, "Tonight, my future slave, you will not come. You will remain bound as you are all night to make sure you don't cheat. You will, however, serve me all night. Tomorrow, I may allow you to come, after you sign your agreement." She then turned and left.

For an hour or so, she moved about the house doing what she wanted. I laid helpless, erect and aroused, with only her taste on my lips to keep me company.

Bondage is an amazing experience. For short periods, it enhances all physical experience, frees one of all responsibilities, and allows, through struggles, a much wider range of physical expression. In fantasy, it allows experience far beyond reality, with no practical limits on safety, comfort or human capability.

In reality, however, there are differences. My nose itched, my arms and shoulders got stiff, and there was an element of real fear. True helplessness can be as intense as any fantasy, but it can also be threatening.

Sue returned. She carried one of my wide caisson belts. "Comfy?"

"Yes, I guess. My nose is itchy, though."

She chuckled, and said, "Aw, poor dear! Don't worry, though. I'll let you scratch it on my cunt very soon. In the meantime, you're going to get another new experience. Roll over!"

It was a command, not a request. I obeyed instantly. As I laid on my frontside, my hands still bound to the headboard, I looked again at my wife, now brandishing my belt. Suddenly, my ass felt very vulnerable. She watched my face, smiling, seeing the realization in my face of what was about to take place. "Yes, my love. Tonight, we start playing hardball. Tomorrow, should you change your mind, you may choose not to sign the agreement. But now, you'll get a taste of what the future will bring. For this night, your ass is mine!"

I looked back in fear, almost whimpering.

"You're going to get a dozen hard strokes, just to please my curiosity. Then, you'll roll over on your back again, your ankles will be bound, and you'll eat me to orgasm."

I said nothing. I gritted my teeth and waited.

She wound up and swung the belt hard against my ass cheeks. Even before it hit, my heart skipped a beat, seeing the power she was putting into the stroke. When it did hit, my ass exploded in a pain I had never felt before. My mouth opened in a silent scream, the wind knocked out of me. A second stroke landed, compounding the effects of the first. My body jackknifed, bouncing around the bed to the limits allowed by my bound wrists, as my screams were finally brought to the surface.

Sue was displeased. She put down the belt, saying, "This won't do at all!" She quickly got our two pillows and placed them under me, raising up my ass in the air. She then took two bathrobe sashes and, spreading my ankles painfully wide, tied them to the lower corners of the bed.

Now I was stretched tight as a bowstring. My ass cheeks were equally stretched, and I knew the following strokes would hurt more.

They did. The next stroke caused my body to bounce upward a few inches, then resume its position. A deep, desperate moan escaped my lips as I knew myself totally helpless and vulnerable. I was convinced I was already bleeding and would not survive.

Stroke number four was equally powerful. Yet, something happened in my head. Up to this point, I had a choice to say no. Now, my helplessness was complete. My choice was gone. I would submit, because no other choice existed. Also, I knew I suffered my agony to please my wife. On each succeeding stroke, I knew her to be more and more my Mistress.

The dozen strokes ended--I had lost count. I was crying, gently, into the mattress. My wife's hand gently caressed my now-burning ass, fingering my first-ever welts. Amazingly, I smiled, through my tears. Sue looked down at me, shocked at the smile, as I said, "Please, darling, always be sure I please you well, and punish me if I fail you."

Now, she smiled back. "I certainly will, my love."

She took two more pillows and placed them at the head of the bed. She seated herself against them, then slid towards me. She lifted my head by the hair, then lowered my face into her cunt. "Please me." She still had the belt at hand.

The position was difficult for me, as my head was bent back at an awkward angle. My tongue would not extend as far. Still, Sue demanded her pleasure. Sensing a lack of effort, she swung the belt again to my ass.

"More tongue!"

I screamed again, then strained my muscles to obey, extending my tongue further than I thought possible.

Her arousal grew again, approaching an orgasm. As her climax neared again, she suddenly rose, without explanation, and left the room.

I heard her rummaging around for a couple of minutes as I rested my tired mouth. My cock, still painfully hard, pressed into the pillows still beneath me, but I was stretched so tightly in my bondage I could not move enough even to pump myself into the pillows.

She returned and resumed her seat. She brought a book, two magazines, a sandwich and a carafe of wine.

"No need to rush my orgasm, dear. After all, I've got you all night!"

My cock pulsed; my tongue resumed its work.

I could not see what she read. It clearly helped her arousal at times, as she pumped my face and juiced regularly. At other times, she stopped my movements with just a pat on my head, content to simply have my face buried in her cunt. But no sooner would I catch my wind, then she would promptly start my oral ministrations again with a firm handful of my hair.

Occasionally, she would put down her reading material, look down at me laboring for her pleasure and smile. She would pick up the belt and say, "Keep licking, my slave-to-be, unless you'd like some encouragement!" Sometimes she would encourage me, with anything from a gentle tap of the belt to a full strength stroke. Sometimes, she'd allow the very tip of the belt to give my balls a gentle, but painful, slap. She was amused at my fearful reactions as my balls ached, reminding me of my own arousal. And she had already stated, in no uncertain terms, that I would not come that night.

It felt like hours later when she finally rose. She had finished her snacks and the wine, had read her magazines, had actually finished her book and had come more often than I could count. She used the bathroom, then returned to set up my restraint for the night.

She freed my ankles, removed the pillows and allowed me to flip over onto my back. I was shocked as my ass hit the sheets--I would feel the welts I bore for days!

She rebound my ankles at the foot of the bed, again spread wide. She now had total access to my cock and balls. Getting into bed again, she took my balls in her hand and squeezed, hard enough to make me grimace in pain.

"You're really going to be mine, aren't you?"

My cock, rock hard, ached for attention. I would have begged her to whip it with the belt, anything to get her to simply touch it, but she cut off any possible response by mounting my face again.

"Once more, my wonderful cunt-licker!"

Again, my tongue served her. This time, she bore the slight, acrid aftertastes from her bathroom trip. Realizing this, my cock pulsed again, even harder. She used me quickly and brutally, pulling hard on my hair throughout, unmindful of my discomfort. As she came, she ground hard all over my face, bathing me in her juice. Finally, she was sated, and laid down beside me.

Her thigh crossed mine, her arm laid across my chest. "I still can't believe you're going to be totally mine. I'm going to enjoy you so-o-o much!"

Surprising me, she suddenly took my cock in her mouth, took it down deep into her throat just once, briefly, then let it go.

"Good night, darling!"

I groaned loudly in the agony of supreme frustration. Her single stroke of my cock had practically brought me to orgasm! Even before my groan ended, she had put out the light and went to sleep.

I remained bound and frustrated all night. Twice, I awoke to find her straddling my face again. Each time, she pumped my mouth quickly, bringing herself off, restoring my erection, then rolled over and returned to sleep.

12/25

Morning finally arrived. She awoke me with her cunt on my mouth yet again, this time facing away from me. My eyes opened to the sight of her asshole, practically burying my nose.

She brought herself off quickly, then rose and freed my bonds.

She asked, "If I leave your hands free, can you promise me you won't even touch your cock without my permission?"

My erection screamed for attention. I told her I could not be sure of keeping such a promise.

"Alright, then. Turn around."

She bound my hands behind my back.

I was made to kneel, then simply watched as she dressed. She wore a black wraparound skirt over stockings and garters, then put on a red pullover top, one she knew I loved because of the way it hugged her breasts. Without a bra, it would be a daring choice for street wear. Today, however, we would not be going out.

She told me to rise and follow. I obeyed, accompanying her to the kitchen. There, she sat, freed my hands, and said, "Breakfast will be pancakes, scrambled eggs and fried ham. Instead of coffee, make some hot cider with cinnamon."

Still naked, I cooked breakfast. I noticed, as I worked, that she had brought along the belt she used on my ass the previous night.

I served her breakfast, but she would not allow me to sit. She retied my hands behind me, then said, "Here, kneel at my feet! We have to make sure everything is properly prepared."

She sampled all the food and approved. She ate, slowly, enjoying my perturbed look as I tried to read her intentions while my own breakfast cooled. Eventually, she took my fork and, in between bites of her own breakfast, fed me mine. Indeed, I was surprised at how dependent I could be on her, even to the point of food.

With breakfast done, I cleared the dishes. Then she said, "Well, darling, time to open our presents! Follow me, on your knees!"

In the living room, we took turns opening our gifts, as our old traditions dictated. In my case, however, she chose and opened my gifts as I remained naked and bound, watching her from my knees.

The last present had a tag on it reading from me to her. I had not seen it, and looked at her curiously.

"This is your contract of enslavement", she began. "It is not something I'm giving you, but rather something you will sign and give to me." She freed my hands, handed me the package, and said, "Open it!"

Still kneeling naked at her feet, I opened the present. It was a rolled piece of parchment, skillfully calligraphed. With my heart pounding, I read it:



Contract of Enslavement

I, ________________, hereby submit myself, completely, unconditionally and of my own free will, to Suzanne _______________, as her absolute slave.

From this day forward, I shall remain her property, available to her to dispose of in any way that pleases her.

All my property, money, possessions and titles I assign to her.

My body shall remain her property. She may use, abuse, pleasure or torture me as she desires , whether it may be in mundane labor, serving her pleasure or receiving her punishment according to her whims of the moment. Indeed, if she wishes, she may subject me to the most severe torture, simply to idle away her time.

I shall be hers to train as she sees fit. I shall be subject to any rules of conduct and discipline she wishes to impose and consent in advance to any punishments she may inflict, even knowing that at the time such things are imposed upon me I may not be willing or able to endure them.

I forgive her now for any damages she may inflict upon me and agree to never hold her responsible for any ill effects I may suffer at her hands.

I further agree to serve anyone to whom she assigns me with the same devotion and under the same conditions under which I serve my Mistress.

Finally, I agree that should my Mistress tire of me, she may transfer my ownership to anyone she pleases, without warning, reason or consideration. Should this take place, I agree to serve and devote myself to my new owner with the same dedication I would give my Mistress. Should she find me utterly worthless, a failure even as a slave, she may dismiss me altogether by throwing me naked into the street, never to return.

I agree to, and swear to, all these conditions willingly, fully aware of all their implications, and I do so without coercion, motivated totally by my love and devotion to my wife and Mistress.

Signed,

X______________________

__/__/__


I finished reading the document to myself, then looked into my wife's eyes. Part of me felt fear--would I be looking into the eyes of a beast, seeking only my downfall? No. Her face shone with love and affection. I truly could have risen and thrown the contract into the fire; she would still love me.

Yet, there was a clear excitement visible, a fire in her eyes waiting to burst forth. Would the contract be stored away in a drawer, only to be acted upon at moments of boredom? Doubtful. She had a hunger to dominate me, to control me, in the midst of her love.

The document asked me to give her exactly what she wanted. Her hand held a pen--a new, expensive fountain pen, never used.

I rose, and took her into my arms. "I want to kiss you, one last time, as a free man, as your husband."

She rose and met my kiss. The passion we exchanged at that moment went beyond sex, beyond love. It was the intermingling of our souls. We both knew then, it would be the last act we would perform as equals.

I fell to my knees.

She handed me the contract again, and ordered me, "Read it aloud before you sign it."

I obeyed, putting my heart into each affirmation. A tear fell from my eye before I finished. Looking up at my wife, I noticed that she, also, had shed tears.

She handed me the pen.

For the last time as a free man, I looked into her eyes and said, "I love you, Sue." I then signed and dated the contract.

I handed it back to my wife, now my Mistress, along with the pen, then bent down and placed my lips on her toes, kissing them.

She told me to rise, but remain on my knees. She then surprised me with still one more present, "Your first as a slave!"

At her bidding, I opened it. It contained a leather collar, with the inscription, "I belong to Mistress Suzanne." There were rings about its circumference, and a locking buckle. She locked it about my neck, then pocketed the key.

The package also contained a leash and a pair of handcuffs. "We will be getting much more equipment for your training and discipline soon, but these are immediate necessities."

Moments later, my wrists were locked behind my back, and my collar had its leash attached, with my Mistress holding its other end. "Now, for the first time as a slave, you may pleasure your Mistress!"

My lips and tongue began their duty. Now, there was a much greater significance to my act. It was not a submissive whim on my part which I had agreed to perform, not even a willing acquiescence to a demand from the one I loved. Now, it was a required act, one which was my duty and responsibility. It was expected of me, a natural function, requiring neither appreciation nor even acknowledgement. It was simply the use of a slave. The most natural place in the world for me to be would, from now on, be on my knees, my wrists locked behind my back, my mouth buried in my Mistress' cunt.

My erection had returned earlier and was growing more rampant. Little more than a touch would set me off. Until this morning, that meant pleasure for me. When teased, stimulated and abused, I became more aroused, in expectation of a more dramatic climax, and in the anticipation caused by not knowing when and if it would arrive. Now, my cock was an enemy. It demanded attention which brought it into conflict with what was now my sole purpose--pleasing my Mistress. A part of me almost wanted to beg to be beaten as I served, until my erection vanished.

It was not necessary. Mistress came, then pushed me onto my back. The handcuffs hurt me in this position; I had to move my wrists awkwardly to one side to avoid laying on the cuffs.

She mounted my face. "Clean me!"

I opened my mouth as her pussy lowered upon it. I licked and sucked, drinking down her juice. She guided me with a word here, a tug of my hair there, until I had consumed all she had to give. Then, looking down into my eyes, she said, "I will allow you to come in my pussy, now. When you finish, you will clean me again with your mouth, sucking out all your come, and continue eating me until you bring me off again!"

Before the act began, I felt the wave of humiliation rush over me, knowing what I would have to do. Worse, the anticipation of the act aroused me further. But I also realized I was totally at her mercy. I could not remove my handcuffs, or even the collar, without the keys. Whether I was willing or not, I would obey.

It took me barely thirty seconds to come. It was intense, gloriously intense, my first orgasm as her slave, but it was still disappointingly quick.

In the midst of my afterglow, she rose off me and crawled back up over my face, straddling me, a few inches above me. She paused there a few seconds, giving me time to look into her pussy, wide open, and observe my come beginning to drip out. Then, looking down into my eyes, smiling, she slowly began to lower herself down onto my mouth.

My humiliation was renewed as I began tasting my come. Having just had my orgasm, the sexual element my own arousal would have contributed was, momentarily, gone. I knew it would return as my Mistress was brought to her orgasm again, but I would not be able to share in that pleasure. Helpless to resist, I served.

Needless to say, with her orgasm, my erection returned. I would not, however, be receiving another orgasm until it pleased Mistress to allow it.

She changed into some lingerie, for her own comfort and stimulation, as well as to keep me aroused. She changed outfits several times through the day, to further excite and tease me. Towards evening, she dressed in long black gloves, red fishnet stockings with elastic garters, and red high-heeled pumps, leaving the rest of her body naked.

She had moved my handcuffs to the front an hour or so after our morning session, to allow me to work. I cleaned the kitchen and bath, and did some laundry, including hand-washing her intimate garments. At one point, I unconsciously stroked my cock with a hand for a few seconds. Not even aware of my Mistress' presence, I was lashed, suddenly, by the belt.

"You're supposed to be serving my pleasure, not yours! As punishment, you will not come again until at least tomorrow night. What will you do if I don't allow you orgasm for days at a time? I'm going to have to find a way to control your cock!"

She took a long piece of rope and knotted the middle of it around my handcuffs. She then knotted it again around the ring at the front of my collar. My hands, now, could barely reach my navel. I would not be touching my cock.

The ropes passed over my shoulders, crossed behind my back, wrapped once, tightly, around my upper chest, somewhat constricting my breathing. Finally, the ends were knotted behind my shoulder blades.

She brought me to my knees and commanded, "Lick my asshole!" She pulled me firmly into her ass by my hair, not letting up the pressure until my tongue spent several minutes well inside her ass. Finally releasing my hair, she turned, and said, "Learn well, slave. That cock is now mine, not yours. You are not to touch it without my permission!"

"Yes, Mistress." I had been corrected.

It took me significantly longer to finish my assigned work with my limited mobility. When I had to bend over, I had to drop to my knees. With my wrists locked together, many tasks I took for granted suddenly got more complicated. Even the simple act of serving Mistress a drink on a tray grew risky, as I could only carry the tray from one side.

Worst of all, she would frequently call me to kneel between her thighs and serve her pleasure. Almost every hour on the hour, she would summon me, point to the floor between her legs and guide my tongue to her shoes, then higher. Indeed, her taste remained on my lips throughout the day and evening, and in spite of my morning orgasm, my cock and balls ached constantly.

Late that evening, with the house spotless, I knelt at her feet. I was exhausted and still aroused; she had not even had to remove her gloves. She still wore her stockings and pumps, her body exposed to my gaze. We talked openly.

"How do you feel, now that you are formally enslaved?"

I groaned in my arousal, my wrists still shackled and bound out reach of my cock. "I don't know if I'm in heaven or hell, but as much as I'm suffering, I don't want it to stop."

"Don't worry, my dear. It won't. I had no idea what paradise could be like until now. And I don't have any intention of ending it. There are, however, some problems we have to deal with."

"Mistress?"

"That cock of yours, for one thing. I can't have you leaving my sight in chains, but I also have to stop you from coming without permission. Tomorrow, we're going shopping. We'll get you a cock cage, and some other restraints for your cock. We'll need some leather shackles, as well as some other gear. We also have to get you some more appropriate clothes, for when I permit you to dress. Speaking of which, come with me!"

She rose abruptly and led me into the bedroom. Going through my drawers, she removed every single pair of my jockey shorts. "These will be totally unacceptable, under any circumstances. They must be thrown out, now!"

"But Mistress, what will I wear?"

"Tomorrow, you'll wear a pair of my panties. We'll buy you some things when we shop."

"Yes, Mistress."

I took all my underwear and put them into the trash. When I returned, Mistress was still sorting through my clothes.

"When you work, you'll need your ordinary work clothes. But when we go out, I prefer you in tighter pants, men's boots with higher heels, and sexier shirts.

"We're going to get a wardrobe cabinet for you, one with three separate lockable compartments. I'll hold the keys, of course. The first compartment will contain your slave garb, the items I'll allow you to wear when you serve me privately. The second compartment will have clothes permissible to wear on the street, but still pleasing to me. The third will have all your straight, conservative clothes. You will always dress only with my permission, and with what I permit you to wear. But the third compartment's clothes will always earn you a punishment, for dressing in a manner that does not please me."

It started occurring to me just how much of my life would be under her control. Now, I could only cover my body with her permission and with the clothes she selected. And unless I changed my approach to my work clothes, I would soon be earning punishments for improper dress every day.

I had wondered how she would prevent me from having orgasms when I was not with her. Now, her ominous promise of a "Cock cage" made it clear she had ways.

She gave me a pair of her panties and had me put them on. They caressed my aching erection in the softest possible material, totally transparent, and left my ass-cheeks bare as a thin ribbon passed up my posterior.

Preparing for bed, she removed my rope. She retied it, attaching my handcuffs to the headpost of the bed.

Leaving me there, she removed her clothes, then put on a pair of panties I had not seen; they were made of black glove-leather, trimmed with chrome studs, and hugged her pussy like a hand.

She sat astride my face and had me kiss and lick the leather panties. It aroused both of us greatly, as I moaned in my renewed frustration.

"Are you unhappy, my love?" I groaned again in response.

"You should appreciate my generosity, in letting you still have access to my bed. This may not always be true in the future--you may spend many nights on the floor, chained to the foot of the bed!"

She took my hair, and rubbed herself hard into my face, bringing herself off. Then, wordlessly, she got up and left the room. She returned minutes later with a nightcap. She removed her panties. The leather was now saturated with her juices. She placed them over my head, with the juiciest part of the leather directly over my nose and mouth. Then, kissing me on my cheek, she said, "Learn now, my love, what it really means to sleep with me." She put out the lights, and slept.

Once, an hour or so later, she straddled my face again in the dark, but did not sit on my face. She touched the moist leather covering my mouth with the fingertips of one hand, while masturbating herself with the other. Wordlessly, she had her orgasm, then got back under the covers. She traced one finger over my erection through her panties, causing me to moan deeply, then rolled over and went to sleep again.

I drank in her scent all night, and my cock and balls ached until morning.

12/26

I awoke again to her thighs around my face. The leather panties still covered my mouth, preventing me from giving her the tonguing she should have had. She brought herself off quickly once, then removed the panties, exposing my face. She lowered herself again, now directly onto my lips and tongue, where I sucked her to another orgasm, then cleaned her. Only then did she deem it proper to speak to me.

"Good morning, slave! Today, we go shopping for your training equipment, and for your first slave garb. Come, shower with me."

Ny handcuffs were moved to behind my back, and she hooked a leash to my collar. She led me to the bathroom, where she stood me in the shower and washed me, as I remained handcuffed.

She had me give her a brief tongue-bath, and only then did she release my hands so I could wash her properly. There was an unspoken command for me to not touch my cock--I obeyed, although it still pulsed painfully in arousal, and my balls felt like lead weights.

We dressed. She supplied me with another of her panties. This time, they were fishnet panties, which would abrade my cock-flesh all day and leave me effectively naked if I had to remove my pants. Tight jeans, boots and a pullover shirt completed my costume for the day.

She dressed in a short leather skirt, a sheer red blouse and her red pumps. She chose to do without underwear, altogether.

My collar was removed; then, on a whim, she dashed to the bathroom and returned with some panties she had worn the previous day. She passed them under my nose, and I acknowledged the fact that they still bore her scent. She thrust them under her skirt and into her pussy, wiping up as much juice as possible. Then, she put my head through the leg holes, dropping them around my neck. "To remember me by, while we're out."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"We're ready to go. Kneel, and thank me properly!"

I knelt. Right behind our front door, I licked her to orgasm, for perhaps the third or fourth time in the two hours we'd been awake. We left the house with her satisfied and me in frustrated agony, my face bathed in her juice.

The "Combat Zone" was first. She led me in boldly, moving straight to the leather toys. She found a female employee to help us with our purchases. "First and foremost, we need a locking cock cage."

The girl smiled, understanding. She showed us several models. "This one with the rings is best for outdoor wear. It leaves most of his cock meat exposed, and separates the balls, but the rings will make any erection quite painful. As an alternative, this other one is like a leather jockstrap, with a screen at the bottom to allow him to piss."

She spoke to my Mistress, knowing my feelings were irrelevant.

"We'll take one of each."

"Would you like to see some other cock-restraints?"

"Yes."

Mistress picked out a series of ball-stretchers, ranging from one to three inches long. There was a parachute, lined with needlepoints, as well as several cock-rings.

"Before we continue, I want his cock locked up in the cage. Could you assist?"

"Certainly!"

We followed her into a side room. My pants were quickly dropped, exposing my fishnet panties.

"My, they're cute!"

The humiliation caused my erection to vanish. The cock cage was mounted in seconds, and Mistress put the key on her chain.

"I want to try it out. Could you do with a bit of pleasure? He's really good, for a novice slave."

"Why, that would be quite kind of you!"

I was not consulted. My pants and panties around my ankles, I knelt. The girl raised her skirt and pulled aside her scant panties. I buried my face in her pussy and licked her to a quick orgasm.

"Clean her, slave!"

My tongue obeyed, until all her juice was properly swallowed. My erection returned, or tried to. The rings dug harshly into my cock-meat, painfully, causing the veins to bulge out.

"Yes, I think I like that cock cage! That should keep him under control"

"I guarantee it. Orgasm is impossible as long as it's locked in place."

"OK, slave. Pull up your pants; we have to get some restraints!" I followed them into the main store again.

We bought leather shackles for wrists, elbows, ankles and knees. There were adjustable spreader bars for knees and ankles, a waist-belt with rings, and a forearm sheath. Then, we started looking at some special purpose items.

Mistress selected a harness which was essentially a collar with two straps attached which would buckle around her upper thighs. This would present my face in a perfect position to perform cunnilingus and keep me in place. At the girl's suggestion, Mistress also looked at a rubber device with the same function. Called either a "Pussy Mask" or the "Mistress Pants", it consisted of a rubber helmet which buckled around the throat of the slave, connected to a tight pair of short pants. The connection brought the slave's mouth forcefully into contact with the Mistress' cunt. Needless to say, the item sold itself.

There was a wrist-to-neck harness. This had a collar connected by an adjustable strap to a single leather band which buckled around both wrists, holding them together behind the back in a double hammerlock. By tightening the strap, the wrists could be drawn up as high as desired.

The girl asked my Mistress, "Are you going to train his asshole?"

"How so?"

"We have a large selection of dildos. Perhaps a series of butt plugs, with a harness to lock them in."

Mistress selected three butt plugs. Realistic, shaped just like the real thing, they were relatively short. But I was nervous--the smallest was just under an inch in diameter, while the others were significantly larger. I was visibly nervous at these additions to a rapidly growing armory of weapons, and Mistress saw it in my eyes.

"I think he likes the idea of being ass-fucked. I'd like to look at some full-sized dildos I can use on him myself."

Several were selected, along with a harness Mistress could use to hold them when she wished to fuck me. The girl then suggested some gags. "He might be noisy at first, when you take his maidenhead. Perhaps you'd like to silence him."

Mistress selected a ball-gag, then looked at some other options. One was a penis-gag, which forced a realistic rubber phallus into the slave's mouth. There was another penis-gag which had a tube running through its center.

"That's a feeder-gag. It comes with a plastic bag, a connector tube and a flow control valve. You fill the bag up with whatever you want the slave to drink. Then, you open the valve slowly, until you get the rate of flow you want."

"What do you fill the bag with?"

The girl smiled, then pulled Mistress aside, talking privately for a couple of minutes. The smile on Mistress' face at the conclusion of this exchange worried me intensely. She bought the feeder-gag.

"Sometimes you may want to fuck, but you have your slave under discipline. Here's an item that works well to please you and punish him at the same time." It was essentially another penis-gag, but this one had another dildo extending out its front, some six inches long. She could ride the larger dildo while I sucked on the smaller one. Thinking about it, my cock pulsed painfully in its cage. Needless to say, we added it to our collection.

We picked out another set of handcuffs and a pair of leg-irons, then added several sets of nipple-clamps.

"You'll need to beat him from time to time. Would you like to look at some whips?"

"Yes, certainly." The smile on her face suddenly left me feeling quite vulnerable. She picked out a riding crop, a quirt, a cat-o-nine tails, a buggy whip and two paddles--one long one with studs on one side, and a cracking paddle.

There were discipline helmets available. Most had numerous straps that could tighten them around the face of the slave, as well as lockable collars, optional gags and blindfolds. They had rings attached at strategic locations to totally immobilize the slave. She bought one in rubber, one in leather.

"If you like the helmets, you might like to look at this..."

The girl showed us some merry widow corsets which had some adjustable straps attached, two at the front and one at the rear. She showed us how they could be attached to the helmets to draw the face of the slave into the Mistress' cunt. Again, we bought one in rubber, one in leather.

Mistress asked, "What if I'd like to wear a dildo myself?"

The girl showed us a harness which could hold both vaginal and anal dildos, as well as several attachments to stimulate her clitoris. It was purchased, along with a selection of dildos to fit it.

"I'm too horny to keep this up without relief. Can we use the back room?"

"Certainly."

After whispering some words to the girl, she pulled me into the room. She brought me to my knees after having me lower my pants. My cock was in pain--the last thing I wanted was more stimulation. Unfortunately, the girl entered at that point with some of the toys we had selected.

"Do his ass first!"

To my chagrin, the girl handcuffed my hands behind me, then inserted the smallest butt plug into my ass and locked on the harness, handing the key to my Mistress. Next, she assisted Mistress in burying a medium-sized dildo in her cunt, then fastened her harness in place. Mistress looked at me, pointed at her cunt, and said, "Lick!"

With the girl watching, I crawled to my Mistress and serviced her. The plug in my ass was torturous, stimulating me and humiliating me at the same time. With the addition of the handcuffs and being forced to eat my Mistress' pussy before an onlooker, I was in an agony of frustration. Still, I served her pleasure, bringing her to several intense orgasms in about ten minutes.

When Mistress finished, she offered me to the girl again--"Would you like some more?"

"Certainly!"

Again, I was given away. Mistress reinforced her ownership of me by giving me away at will.

Eventually, they were both satisfied. I was allowed to rise and found out that simply walking was going to be a challenge. Stimulating for both of us, the dildos did their work unceasingly. However, while Mistress would get pleasure, I would be kept in constant pain by the cock cage as it punished my unwanted erection.

Done with our selections, we wrote out a sizable check and prepared to leave. The girl was offered a future dinner at our place, and accepted.

I was made to load the purchases into the car, making several trips, as Mistress walked with me, enjoying my efforts. My butt plug was making my cock pulse painfully in its cage on every step. The agony showed occasionally on my face, which entertained my Mistress as she enjoyed the stimulation of her own dildo. I suspected her arousal would mean more trouble for me as the day wore on.

We went clothes-shopping next. There was a lingerie shop which featured clothing for both sexes. Mistress picked out an assortment of items for me, including posing pouches, articles made partially or totally of mesh which would expose me completely, and some T-backs, which had only a narrow strip of fabric in behind, leaving my ass-cheeks naked. She allowed me no choice in these selections, making it clear to the salesgirl that she was in command as my Mistress. Then, things went from bad to worse, as she picked out some stockings, garter belts and women's panties, obviously intended for my use. She even demanded I try on some of these, modeling them for both the salesgirl and my Mistress, revealing my cock cage and plug harness. Even worse, Mistress made it clear that the items were to be fitted over my cock cage, indicating that I would be wearing it most of the time.

As Mistress picked out a few more things for herself, she made it clear that I could be available for the girl's use if she desired. She declined, but accepted our phone number for a future rain check on the offer.

[Gladimeir15]

wow!this is great...

fifty shades of Suzzane...