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Wife Takes Control

Obedience & Cunnilingus

By Sub hub

It started out very simply. “I have a headache. You do the dishes.” I had been married for a year and a half and my wife and I had shared the household duties about equally as we both worked full time. I didn’t think anything about it as I plunged in and did the dishes. I hadn’t noticed it was in the form of a command.

No please no will you. Just “You do the dishes.”

Like I said I didn’t think anything of it as I had always liked doing things for my lovely wife. She is incredibly beautiful. Intelligent. I am lucky. Well this was not the last time she was to command me to do something . I really didn’t notice that she was ordering me to do things. I just did them. It was really subtle at first. Not really often and she always had some reason not to do the chore. This went on for some time increasing in frequency as time went on. About a month and a half later we were watching a movie and just as the end came Lara {My wifes’ name is Lara} got up and she spilled a bowl of popcorn. “Vacuum that up I am going to bed.”

I did just that. Got out the vacuum and cleaned up. After I finished I went upstairs and was getting ready for bed . I disc- covered Lara naked on the bed pleasuring herself. My cock immediately began to respond. I had never seen her do that before . We had a really good sex life and I brought her to Orgasm on a regular basis. Usually with My tongue. I loved the taste of her.

I had never even thought of her masturbating. As I watched she looked up at me with a sly smile.

“I couldn’t help myself. You just turn me on. You have been so nice. I just can’t get over how you do things for me. It just makes me so horny. Thinking how you spoil Me. Come and take advantage. “My pussy is so wet and ready for your tongue just as you like it.” It didn’t take any more urging I was there naked head buried in her .I do love the taste of her .

I didn’t take long and she was Cumming on my face Somehow this orgasm seemed unusually intense for her.I had been rubbing my cock against the bed As I Licked so it was close to cumming now I plunged it into My wife as she was cumming it took only a couple of strokes and I had the most intense orgasm of our marriage.

The next morning i awoke with my wife’s hand around my cock. I was fully erect. Lara had that same sly smile on her face. “honey you are going to fix me breakfast and bring it back. It makes me so wet when you do things for me. How willing you are to please me. I want you erect while you do it To make you think about me waiting for you. “

With that she pushed me out of bed and iI was off to fulfill her wishes. I knew if She was anything like last night I was in for a treat. I was fully engorged the whole time I was cooking . Who wouldn’t be withe the most beautiful lady wet and waiting .

I fixed her favorite omelet and was on my way back upstairs. I again found her pleasuring herself when I returned .

Again she said it “it makes me so horny when you do as your told. I just can’t help myself.” She looked up with her sly smile.

” Come lick me Taste my juices Oh god I need to cum.”

My head was buried in her My tongue eager for her taste. Now I could smell her intoxicating aroma.It was all I could do to keep from cumming but I was able to hold it until she was consumed in orgasm . Again i plunged my cock in her cumming intensely almost immediately.

That became are routine for the next few months. She would order me to do things for her. Now I would become erect in response I would eagerly do the task and find her wet pussy waiting.Occasionally I would fuck her but usually I would use my tongue.

Then plunge into her and cum. I was having the best sex of my life. It was about this time 3 weeks before our second anniversary that i went upstairs after cleaning the kitchen that i found Lara on the bed a box of condoms in her hand. “put one on. I want little man in a sheath.” Lara had just named My cock little man.

I didn’t hesitate or ask anything, Following her orders had become second nature to me. I wondered what was up but saw Lara preparing herself for my tongue and was hard imediately and thinking nothing but pleasing Lara And how good it would be to taste her. Smell her . Feel her around me . I slipped little man into the proffered condom.

Lara looked up with her sly smile “we are going to try something a little different Tonight. After I cum I don’t want you to penetrate me. I want you to hump the mattress like you always do but don’t cum until I tell you to. I want you to concentrate on filling your condom with as much as you can . But not before I order it. Understand.”

As I had been conditioned to associate sex with her ordering me about, I understood. Lara knew too, my erection was at full staff now . I could only nod my head yes.

“Lick me now.” she ordered . and I did . Humping the mattress to the sound of her pleasure.As she came i was barely able to keep from release. Within a minute she grabbed my head looking directly into my eyes . ” cum now. cum hard and long. Fill that condom with little mans jism.’ The sound of Laras voice ordering me was to much I complied cumming long and hard When I was done I sat on the bed exhausted. Lara snuggled up close I could feel the softness of her flesh against me Thinking I was in heaven.

“Let me see it. Let me see how much you spurted” she looked down at my softening member. ” Oh Nice you must have been excited to cum on my command. ” She wrapped her hand around my shaft. Removing the condom carefully not to spill any of the semen.

She leaned over, Kissed me, told me she loved me and went to the bathroom to shower.

I lay there spent, content but wondering what was happening.

The next three weeks were just the same Me Licking her to orgasm . Little man spurting into a condom.

I loved My wife My sex life was fantastic.

Nipple Torture is the New Viagra

For those of you that may have erectile dysfunction, you really must explore hardcore nipple torture . Pain stimulates the blood flow;and I mean rock hard. I too started out slow,then worked up to more extremes.

Once the mind adjusts,a person could handle just about anything. Pinching, pulling,twisting and just general yanking on them will soon bring you many delights.

The clothespin training takes me to 2/3 hrs. I am yanking on them of course. I then went to various clamps; certain clamp pliers;cable clamps,which are stronger[1/2 hrs at a time. Some time ago a girlfriend discovered my passion, and really worked them over good. She chewed them up until nice and sore;smacked them with a ruler;and then directed her attention to my rock hard cock,by smacking the shaft.

We would have a heated sex session before bed;in the middle of the night; and again in the morning.

Now married, both the girlfriend and the wife would give my ass a good tanning;and then each one choose a nipple and chewed at the same time. We never did anything that was not agreed upon;and I got to fuck the two of them.

It doesn’t matter what the gender is. A mouth is a mouth. The same for two men,which I have done;or two women,which I love to watch. I can deep throat a man for an hour or so;and its not polite not to swallow.

Comic Book Femdom

Comic Book Femdom

Cunnilingus & Orgasm Denial

Jesse was so excited. After he watching the infomercial “How to get gorgeous women to sleep with you” and dutifully sending off his $19.99 (plus shipping and handling of course) his tape had finally arrived! It is not of course that Jesse really needed the tape in reality. He was actually kind of attractive. Six foot three inches tall, 180 lbs., fairly muscular (he worked out regularly), but his confidence lately had been shaken. Jesse had been involved in a series of relatively long term encounters with beautiful women, all of which had ended badly. This shook the as before, very confident Jesse to his core and is usual winning ways with women eluded him.

Now when he approached some gorgeous babe at a bar, or wherever, he fumbled for words, looking quite the pathetic idiot. And pathetic and fumbling, regardless of what women tell you is NEVER an effective pick up strategy.

Jesse sat down and watched the tape, making careful notes on the section called “Opening lines that cannot fail”. All Saturday long Jesse prepared.

Armed now with (he thought) good technique he showered, shaved put on his tightest jeans and black T-shirt (all designed to highlight the chiseled body he had been working on). With a new confidence in his step, he got into his car and headed downtown to the club district. He was ready, and his mouth began to water as he thought of all the beautiful and hot women who would be his tonight. It is so sad that he was SOOOOOO wrong! As he sat casually in the bar (La Traviata) he with as much macho dispassion as the tape had instructed, surveyed the landscape. Man, was this place just completely jammed pack with gorgeous women. He was totally in heaven.

As he coolly scoped the room, his hungry eyes came upon Kim. What a beauty she was. She was a burgundy haired woman wearing a fairly revealing little black miniskirt. Her white blouse revealed ample breasts, so suckable he thought. But by far her best feature were her long luxurious legs. My god they simply did not stop. She was tall. Six feet in fact and those lovely legs just went on and on up into an ass that begged out for his oral attentions.

She too was coolly surveying the landscape. What got Jesse’s attention was on her left foot her black strappy sandal was dangling as she sat there with her legs crossed. God she was gorgeous! Jesse felt that old familiar stirring in his groin as he watched, totally mesmerized her every move.

She sat there, lazily rocking her leg back and forth, her sandal bouncing, dangling to the beat of the music. She was smoking a cheroot! How Freudian he thought as he imagined those thick ruby red lips engulfing his throbbing cock. Yes, she was the one! She would be the one he would approach and no other. What finally convinced him was eventually they made eye contact.

She glared at him, not in a menacing way but in a hungry way, the way a cat views a mouse, unblinking, unflinching, ready to pounce. Jesse felt his pulse rise as he sensed her eyes on him. With his stomach full of butterflies he made his approach.

Remember lesson 3, remember lesson 3, he chanted to himself as he walked up to her. “I am calling St. Peter” Jesse opened “Because obviously Heaven is missing an angel!”

It took all of Kim’s powers of concentration not to bust out laughing. My God, she thought to herself, that fucking book. Now here was a guy she would gladly have seduced, taken home and given the fuck of his life to and he had to go and be just another one of those pathetic dweebs buying a “how-to” manual for women. She was about to brush him off when that little devilish part of her brain spoke up. In the words of Susan Powter, it said, STOP THE INSANITY! She would allow this cloddish behavior to succeed, at least initially. Perhaps Jesse could be saved, saved from himself. He was after all, quite attractive and in some sort of bizarre materialistic instinct, Kim wanted to help him.

“HI!!!!” she responded with as much treacle cheerleaderesque fake girlish gusto as she could manage. Thus began the completely boorish tete-a-tete played right by the book. Man, she thought to herself as she saw Jesse struggle, he may have bad taste in advice, but he certainly is a quick study. You see, about three months ago, as a lark, Kim and her girl friends from work had bought this tape as a lark. Sort of a method to study up on the enemy so to speak, so she knew every line in the book and Jessey boy was going right down the list line by line. She, of course, armed also with the same dubious advice responded just as the book suggested these “gorgeous women” would respond. She touched his arm. She curled her hair around her finger and played with it, she giggled (although sometimes it was a struggle) at his lame jokes and not for one second did she take her eyes off of him.

Jesse on the other hand could not believe his luck! He kept thinking to himself as he saw his machinations working that that was the best $19.95 he had ever spent. As he was trying desperately to remember the lessons from “show her you are sensitive but no wimp” he completely went blank as he felt her bare foot begin snaking up his leg.

Kim chuckled as she saw Jesse begin to lose his composure. Sure she wasn’t playing fair. She had noticed him staring at her legs and her feet and so she knew she had him. She could do WHATEVER she wanted, he was doomed, but did not know it yet. As she wriggled her toes up his inner thigh and over his crotch, she felt his cock stir in its denim prison. She giggled as she noticed a few beads of sweat begin to form on Jesse’s head and run down his cheek. He was losing it, he was fumbling and she was enjoying every damn minute of it.

Jesse’s mind raced as he tried desperately to maintain control of himself, but MY GOD! This woman is tormenting him. Within five minutes his composure went from swing lounge lothario back to bumbling Jesse. He was thoroughly enjoying her podiatry work on his crotch, but was so afraid he was going to blow it. The book had made it quite clear that the secret to getting a gorgeous woman into your bed was to never lose control, and it was quite obvious, he was completely out of control. As he fumbled for words, Kim leaned over and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him to her.

“Take me home, NOW!” she hissed into his ear.

The drive to her apartment was all a blur. Jesse had a hard time concentrating on just keeping the car on the road, this woman was incredible. As he drove, she ran her hands up his shirt and began raking her long nails over his chest hair, tickling and teasing his nipples. Deftly she chewed on his ear as her tongue made little circles down his neck. Several times, Jesse had to jerk the car back onto the road as his eyes had rolled back into his head.

When they finally got to her place, Jesse was impressed. Her apartment was very tastefully decorated. In the center of her living room was a large fireplace and in front of that a big black leather couch, just begging to be used for some horizontal refreshments. Jesse grabbed her and kissed her deeply. He was so turned on he was practically crazed. Kim giggled and said “Not so fast stud, lets get comfortable! Now, I am going to go into the bedroom and put on something a little more, er, revealing, why don’t you just relax and sit down for a while.” Jesse nodded, unable to speak.

After a few minutes, Kim emerged and one could almost hear the sound of Jesse’s jaw hitting the floor. She was stunning. Her tall statuesque body was framed with a black silk teddy. Her cleavage just bubbled over and was so inviting. Those breasts, that hair, those eyes, and of course, those long long legs, Jesse was instantly enslaved. Kim plopped down on the couch and recrossed her legs.

Jesse could not keep his eyes off of her. Every inch of her was gorgeous. She was truly a goddess. He was planning on sending the producers of his tape a thank you note, when she reached up with her left toe and began to unzip his pants.

“Jesse” she cooed “Please get naked for me.”

That was all the encouragement Jesse needed. Clothes began to fly off of his body and before he knew it he was standing in front of her, totally stark naked, and completely erect. He was a bit shy so he tried vainly to hide his erection with his hands.

Ooooooh, Kim cooed with fake enthusiasm, such muscles. Although she was faking this conversation, she was impressed. Jesse was quite a specimen, the years of work at the gym showed on him, from his 6pack abs to his chiseled pectorals. She again raised her foot from the floor and shewed his hands away from his crotch. With both feet she gently prodded his balls, now dangling, obviously full of boiling cum. She enjoyed hearing Jesse’s breathing get heavier as her toes teased the tip of his cock.

“Do you want me Jesse” she giggled as she spread her legs wide for him. Her g-string barely concealed her wet snatch, and Jesse was delighted to see the wet stains on it. Laughing as she did it she raked her long nails down her legs and over her snatch. “ Do you want to make love to me tonight?”

Jesse almost burst into tears on the spot. He was so horny, he was overcome. “OH GOD YES!!!” he cried out, knowing that he had violated rule # 8, never let a woman know that she is driving you crazy. Without thinking he dropped to his knees and began licking her inner thigh.

Good boy, she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. With two flicks of her wrists she untied her panties and draped them over Jesses throbbing dick. The feel of the wet silk drove him mad as she slowly pulled them back and forth over him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body.

He dove into her pussy, so hungry, eager. Kim was so wet, she literally gushed! Her hot tasty juices were all over Jesse, on his face, up his nose, down his chin, he was covered in her. Kim removed her top and lazily began rubbing her nipples in-between her fingers as Jesse hungrily devoured her.

He wasn’t bad she thought, but needs work, as his tongue teased and pleased her clit. Alternating between hard sucking and light licking. She shuddered and twitched as he gave her sweet pussy one long luxurious lick after another, playfully teasing her hot little love knob with his mouth.

After a few minutes of this she could finally take no more, her thighs tensed up and clamped down on Jesse’s ears, nearly suffocating him as she cried out in a very pleasant, if blasé, orgasm.

Like a little puppy dog that wants to be rewarded for good behavior, Jesse stared up at her from in-between her legs, searching her face for some sign that she was satisfied. “Did you like that?” he asked sheepishly.

“Yes Jesse, I did, but…”

“But?” Jesse replied. She, sensing this consternation, reached down and cradled his face in her hand. “Yes Jesse, that was very good, but I want more, will you give me more, will you do as I say? I want to please you now! Give you something you have never had!”

Crazed with lust Jesse agreed. Hell, at that moment, Jesse would have agreed to anything.

“OK, now stand up for me, and put you hands behind your back and close your eyes.” Jesse complied, ready to have the what he guessed would be the blow job of his life, his eyes quickly opened as he heard the click of the cuffs and felt the cool steel of the manacles around his wrists.

“What are you doing!” he cried.

“Shhhhhh, be calm Jesse!” Kim reassured as she gingerly cupped his balls in her hand. “I told you I was going to give you something you have never had, and I am. I am going to train you in how to please a woman. It is obvious to me that you bought that stupid tape because of some lack of confidence in yourself. Well, do not fear Jesse. When I am through with you, you will no longer have any trouble with women once you learn some basic truths.”

“But, but, but, Pleasssssssse, I am so horny, please let me cum” He begged, his cock now hot to the touch throbbing in the palm of her hand.

“HEHE, well Jesse, I am afraid I am not going to be able to let you cum for a while” she cackled “But trust me, you will cum, if you are a good study.”

“Now, time for lesson one – Pussy rules all!” With that she plopped back down on the couch and pulled Jesse’s mouth back onto her. Jesse, realizing he was whooped, but actually not at all sad about it, eagerly began to lick her sweet snatch again. Jesse was glad to have found an eager teacher and he was a most eager student.

“Oh, and by the way Jesse” she moaned as he continued slurping away on her lucious coos “This is the first lesson of 200, so I hope you don’t have any plans for the next week! But once you graduate, we will take care of your little problem there” she laughed as she smacked his hard dick with her foot.

Jesse groaned as he continued lapping away. Bound and horny for a week.

How would he ever survive.

Sadistic Secretary

It took two months before I saw the other side of my secretary Miss Wolfe. We were in Tokyo on business. The ten-day trip would have worn out most people, but she never showed signs of tiring. Her command of Japanese proved an asset, and we plowed ahead with complicated negotiations, harrowing travel arrangements, and a multitude of other details that would have made most people’s head swim.

As always, my accommodations were the finest, but in truth, I was far too busy to notice. One evening, as I worked in my suite, I heard a light knock on the door. I hadn’t ordered room service, and asked impatiently,

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Mr. Lamb,” I heard Miss Wolfe say.

“What is it?” I demanded, impatient by her breach of etiquette. I am no fool. No smart businessman lets the relationship with their assistant become too personal, even if the assistant is one of the most beautiful women in the city.

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you, sir,” she replied, her silky voice muffled by the thick door. “But there’s been a development on the Yokito negotiations, and I thought you should have an update.”

By now I was more than impatient. I was annoyed. I could not fathom why Miss Wolfe would take an elevator fifteen floors up to knock on my door when she could have simply picked up the telephone.

“Miss Wolfe,” I said as I cracked open the door to glare at her, “The last time I checked, they still had telephones in this facility, and I certainly do not appreciate your knocking on my door at this hour.”

She hugged her long coat tightly around her sleek body and looked down at the floor. “Some papers were dropped off for you to review,” she murmured. “I thought you’d want them right away. But if you prefer, I’ll go back to my room and call you on the telephone.” Her voice cracked on the last few words.

This was a side of her I’d never seen. Nothing upset Miss Wolfe — last-minute changes in deadlines, my rantings over schedule conflicts, working nights and weekends – nothing.

“There’s no need to get upset,” I muttered. “You’re here now. You might as well come in.” I opened the door wider and moved aside. Without a word, she picked up her leather briefcase and walked into my suite. As I turned to close the door, I heard a sharp hissing sound. Immediately, the room started to spin, and I whipped around just in time to see Miss Wolfe holding a small spray vial.

I woke up in an unfamiliar place and saw the hazy image of my soon-to-be unemployed assistant. But Miss Wolfe, with her endless supply of elegant business attire, was dressed for anything but business. In high leather boots, a short leather skirt, and a Wolfe leather top that left little to the imagination, she was obviously not the same Miss Wolfe who brought me coffee and muffins.

“What the hell.” I cursed, realizing for the first time I couldn’t move. Leather cuffs imprisoned both my wrists and ankles. My arms were chained high above my head and attached to hooks suspended from the ceiling. A short chain ran from each ankle cuff and attached to a sturdy metal hook imbedded in the floor. “Miss Wolfe,” I said quietly with steel in my voice. “I don’t know what you have in mind, but I assure you I am not interested.”

“Oh, really?” she retorted, staring pointedly at my pelvic region. “You could’ve fooled me.” Like a jungle feline stalking its chosen prey, she moved closer. She leaned close to me, and I caught a hint of intoxicating perfume. She reached down and ran an elegant finger over the bulge in my pants.

“Let me tell you something, Mr. Lamb,” she whispered in my ear, her silky voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you think I showed up at your office by accident? Tell me, didn’t you find it a bit odd that good old Betty retired so suddenly? Oh, I heard about you alright, and let me tell you something right now. I’ve waited two long months for this, and I will not be denied. Tonight, you are going to serve me.”

Her words excited me in spite of myself, but I vowed she would never know “Miss Wolfe,” I retorted. “I assure you, you are quite mistaken. Now, I demand you release me this instant.”

“First of all,” she purred. “You will address me as Mistress Wolfe. And second of all, you’re in no position to make demands.” She began to circle me, her leather boots clicking against the hard floor of what looked like an old warehouse. I looked around and realized that the restraints imprisoning me were not the only ones at her disposal. My eyes fell on numerous tools of confinement, pain, and pleasure. My head was clearing at last, and I tested the strength of the chains binding me.

I heard a silky laugh behind me. “Yes, they are genuine.

You’re mine completely, and I believe it is time for your first lesson.” She ran her hand lightly across the back of my pants, lingering on my buttocks as she prowled around to the front of me. She looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “I’m going to make you beg for mercy.”

She reached out and unbuckled my belt. She tugged, freeing the long leather strip from the loops confining it. She held the belt in her hands for a moment. Then suddenly, she drew back and cracked it against the side of my thigh. Even through my pants, it stung.

This was too much. “You crazy bitch!” I yelled.

“Goddamn it, enough is enough. Let me go now!”

She smiled. “Strange, that didn’t sound like begging to me. But that’s easily remedied.” Calmly, she transferred my thick belt from her right hand to her left. With her right hand now free, she reached out to unfasten my pants. With a few quick tugs, my pants were around my ankles, my erection even more prominent through my boxers. With another series of tugs, my boxers also rested on my feet. My shirt and tie, she left untouched.

I heard the chains rattle as I tugged furiously against them. Miss Wolfe began to circle me again, my sturdy belt in her certain hands. Unexpectedly, I heard the sound of a crack and felt the first sting of the leather as it struck my bare backside. I flinched and yelled in response, tugging even harder against the chains securing me. Like lightning, the second crack came sooner than expected. “Stop it, dammit!” I yelled, making a vain attempt to twist around to face my tormentor.

She ignored my demands, and struck my bare ass with the sturdy belt yet another time. I struggled like a madman and heard her laugh quietly. I felt several more painful cracks against my backside, and then she paused.

I heard the click of her boots as she prowled closer. I felt a silky hand brush against my warm backside as if testing her handiwork. Soon, I felt two smooth arms encircle my waist and two expert hands reaching between my legs as she pressed her body close behind me.

The pain from the belt had made my erection less prominent, but as I felt two silky hands stroke my penis from head to shaft, it didn’t take long for me to grow rock hard again.

I considered making another bid for freedom, but her touch was enthralling, and I doubted my demands would do any good…

His Whipping

I called ahead and told you how I wanted you when I got home from work. You’re to be naked, wearing your collar with the leash attached. You were a little confused by my tone – I was brusque with you. When you asked me what was up, I said “Just do it, Alan” almost in a snarl.

You hear my car pull up and you go to the door, as I told you to do. When I come in you look at me expectantly. I look you over, my eyes hard. I hand you my purse and coat and go sit in my armchair. You put the purse and coat away and come over to stand beside me. “Down” I say, pointing to the floor in front of me. You drop to your knees.

“Take off my shoes and rub my feet,” I order you, leaning back in the chair. You hurry to comply. While you are rubbing my feet, I tell you about my day. “I’ve just had the wildest day,” I tell you, “Phone ringing all day, problems all over the place, arguing with vendors… A completely frustrating day. I’m wound about as tight as I can get.”

“Anything I can do?” you ask.

A nasty smile plays over my lips. “I’m so glad you asked…”

I kiss you long and hard, pressing my body up against you, then strap the ballgag around your head and move over to the toy rack. There are spreader bars between your ankles and between your wrists, your arms held over your head by the rope over the rafter. I come back to where you are tied, suede whip in my hand. My face is grim, determined, my eyes seem to look through you.

I hold the whip up for you to hang on to for me while I gather my hair back into a ponytail. Your eyes get wide – I only do this when I’m serious. I take the whip from you and look at you… slowly walking around to stand behind you. You feel my head on your back – my cheek pressed against your shoulder, hands pressed to your sides. A few deep breaths and I move away.

Thwack!

The suede tails hit your buttocks. Noticeably harder than my usual warm-up stroke. I cover your back and bottom with strokes of the whip until they are warm and pink. My hand runs over your back, caressing the faint stripes.

I walk around and look at your face. Your eyes look at me, hungry and wondering. I stroke your face and go take the blindfold off the rack. I don’t want your heart right now, I want your body, and I can see your heart in your eyes.

You wince as the whip hits your chest. You’re not used to me flogging your front side – it has taken you by surprise. The whip covers the front of your body from your chest to your thighs, making you jump when it hits your tender nipples.

I leave you briefly to go back to the toy rack. When I come back to you, my hand wraps around your sack. I pull hard, biting your neck to hear you moan and feel you struggle. A second after I move away you feel the leather strap hitting your chest. I cover your body with slaps from the strap, red imprints appear on your fleshy parts where I’ve hit you hard.

When I get back from the next trip to the toy rack, you hear a swish in the air. I’ve only used the cane on you once before, and very lightly.

“I’m going to take the gag out,” I whisper in your ear. “Don’t talk. Don’t say a word. Understand?”

You nod, and I remove the gag. You stretch your jaw, but say nothing.

The cane strikes your buttocks and you gasp. It lands again, this time on your thighs.

I strike your legs and bottom, harder and harder until you cry out, then back off slightly and continue covering your bottom and thighs with welts from the cane.

We’ve both had enough.

I remove your blindfold, remove the bars and cuffs from your ankles and wrists. We sink to the thickly padded floor and curl up in each others arms, holding each other tight.

“Thank you….” I whisper.

Punishment Closet

We have a tall, narrow broom closet which is shallow but just large enough to stand inside. I fantasize about having wooden or steel stocks built half into the back of the closet and half onto the inside of the closet door, such that if I stand naked in position, my ankles, wrists and neck become secured into the stocks when the door closes on me. Two small video cameras with infrared illuminators give Mistress a constant view of either my face or my genitals any time, but I will never know if she is looking.

She can speak to me over an intercom and listen if She pleases.

A pulse oximeter probe is strapped to my left big toe. If I begin to suffocate, Mistress will be alerted. If I become sexually aroused and my pulse rises, Mistress will know this perhaps even before I do.

If I am being punished, my weight is pressing my bare feet into dull spikes which produce first pain, then numbness with increasingly intense pain at my slightest movement, and a rising level of suffering which completely overcomes me, and breaks me, no matter what I do.

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