WELCOME TO MY GALLERY


Cuckold

For the first weeks after our wedding, Jason and I had a fairly closed home life. Getting used to being a slave, treated as an object (although a loved object), combined with many of the rituals, punishments and suffering I was subject to, made having guests over difficult. This changed with the invitation we extended to our next door neighbors to visit for a nice, quiet dinner.

Jim and Erin had influenced us in our approach to marriage. They had a dominant/submissive relationship, with Jim taking a completely submissive role to Erin. Their somewhat kinky relationship was for the most part kept under cover, but Jason and I were aware of it and had been exposed to some of its details when visiting in the past.

Erin is a petite brunette of about 32 years old, Jim a medium height, strong build man of 35. Both are very attractive, and Jason and I had speculated about the possibility of doing something sexual with them. The subject had never been discussed with either of them before, but there was definite sexual tension in the air when they arrived for dinner that night.

For the ocassion, Jason had instructed me to wear tight jeans with a revealing blouse. No underwear was to be worn, and so the knit blouse showed my nipples quite clearly. To tell you the truth, I looked like a slut. Erin arrived wearing a dignified business suit (she is in sales), and Jim wore casual loose fitting jeans and a polo shirt that showed his nice body.

The dinner went well; I had cooked lasagna, and it was enjoyed by all. We went through 3 bottles of wine, and were having a lot of fun, though as I said, there was sexual tension and a lot of flirting that went on. I saw Erin put her hands on Jason’s legs more than once, and Jim seemed never to take his eyes off the outline of my breasts and erect nipples under my top.

After dinner, we suggested playing a game of cards, and I went to get a couple of decks. We sat at the table, and Erin suggested that we play poker. Then she said what I had been hoping and dreading… to make it more interesting and fun, we should play strip poker.

Jason immediately approved, of course, and Jim and I (the two submissives) came along for the ride. Strip poker it was.

Now, you must understand I am a reasonably good poker player. But in strip poker, you use whatever you are wearing when you start the game – and I was wearing exactly three pieces of clothing. My top; my jeans; and my shoes. Well, the shoes counted as two pieces… so four. I was at a real disadvantage. The others had socks, stockings, underwear, and that put them way ahead.

The game went as expected. I held out for some time, only losing my shoes, while Erin lost both shoes, her blouse, and nylons. The guys lost shoes and socks, and were basically completely clothed. Then a fateful hand occured… I lost my top and was topless. Erin lost her pants, and was down to her bra and panties. Jim was openly eyeing my tits, and Jason was sitting so close to Erin that their legs were touching.

I am convinced Jason threw the next hand – losing his shirt and pants, bringing him down to underwear. As he was taking his pants off, we could all see his hard on clearly. Jason is well endowed, and his cock was hard and protruding from his underpants – he even flaunted it a little. Erin actually laughed, and reached over and touched it briefly, admiring his size. She even said that she wished she had a cock like that at home, and I was painfully aware of Jim’s face turning red as he hung his head. I was jealous myself, seeing another woman actually fondling my man’s cock in front of me.

We started another hand… I lost. Big time, though it didn’t take much. All I had was my pants, and they went. I was nude, completely nude. The others were partially nude, but I still felt the most exposed. The only item I wore at this point was my slave collar, and it could not be removed. I was out of luck, totally.

Jim lost big on the next round, and had to remove his pants. I felt so sorry for him, because when they came off, he had no erection – or if he had one, his cock was the smallest I had ever seen. There was a bulge in his underwear, but nothing much sticking out. He sat, and hung his head, apparently aware of what we all saw. Erin laughed at this, and leaned over and kissed Jason hard, deep, with lots of tongue. Jason responded… and I hung my head in frustration and shame as my husband and master raised his hands and fondled Erin’s breasts.

“Jason…” I began, but he raised his hand to stop me.

“Siobhan… you are not to question my actions. You know this. Don’t make me punish you.”

This was the first time since the wedding that he had invoked his slave master status over me in front of other people. It was a bit of a shock, and I bit my lip, lowered my head and said “yes, sir.”

The game continued… without me, as I had nothing to bet with. Jim lost one last time, and as he stood to remove his underpants, the entire room seemed to freeze with anticipation. His humiliation was about to be complete, as he exposed whatever package he had.

As his underwear came down, I was puzzled at first at what I was seeing. There was some sort of prosthetic where his penis should have been. His balls hung down, large and heavy, but his penis was a plastic sheath of some sort. For a moment a chill of pure fear ran through my body as I thought that Erin had removed Jim’s penis. What a horrible thought… some sort of ultimate sexual domination had occurred between them. A moment later I realized what it was.

Jim was wearing a male chastity belt. Locked around his cock and balls was a sheath that surrounded his cock, covering it completely and keeping it small. The sexual situation we were in, my nudity, Erin and Jason mostly nude and making out… he should have been standing huge. But instead, his cock was slightly swollen, bulging slightly but still small in its prison. It must have been extremely uncomfortable to him.

I realized that Erin had been torturing Jim all this time. Knowing he had no way of having an erection without a painful consequence, she had introduced him to a slow strip tease with myself, her, and the sight of her and Jason making out half naked. Jim must have been very uncomfortable, not only from humiliation, but from his cock involuntarily attempting to swell in an erection, and being squeezed back down to size – denied in its ultimate need.

Jim sat quietly, out of the game. I sat next to him, and reached over and held his hand, squeezing it to let him know I understood his situation. I think he had a slight smile of gratitude as we sat together and watched the final negotiations of the game between Erin and Jason.

The last hand. Jason lost… removed his underwear and was naked. Erin alone still had panties and a bra… and suggested one last hand. If she lost, she would remove the rest of her clothing, and give Jason the best blow job of his life. If she won, Jason would fuck her to at least two orgasms at the location and time of her choice. Of course… Jason agreed.

My status as a simple slave had been driven home to me that night. My master, my husband, had just negotiated to have sex with my next door neighbor, right there in front of me, without even showing I was present. I sat quietly and watched…

Erin was by far the best player; she won. Jason was to fuck her.

Erin announced her decision. The time was now – the place was on the couch.

This was going to be too much for me. “Jason, is this right? I mean, we are married, and to have you just… fuck… Erin while we watch. I mean, if it was a threesome… can Jim and I join in?”

Jason looked at me intensely. “Siobhan, you know the answer. Yes, you are my wife. And my slave. Don’t question me. You know we have wonderful times together, and they will happen again, perhaps even with Jim or Erin if they are willing. For now, this pleases me.”

“But Jason, I am not sure that I…”

Jason’s expression turned sharp. “Siobhan, that is enough. I think we need something to encourage your cooperation… and silence.”

He left for a moment, and returned with two items. Raised me up to a standing position, and went behind my back where he placed a belt behind both elbows and cinched it tightly. My elbows slid behind my back, and I gasped a little as my chest and breasts thrust out. Erin and Jim watched my body contort slightly as the belt drew my elbows together behind my back, and my face winced from the pulling muscles. I felt one tear run down my cheek.

Once the belt was secure, Jason opened my mouth, wide, and slipped in a ring gag. It was a large one that he had purchased recently to help train my jaw to go wider. It hurt, my mouth wasn’t that big, but I could take it. He buckled it behind my head, stood back, and looked at my naked and slightly distorted form with satisfaction. His cock continued to be rock hard.

“What a delightful idea, Jason. I think that may be just what Jim needs as well. Do you have another set for him?” Erin’s voice had a tinge of pleasure.

“Not exactly, lets see what I can find.” Jason left and returned with another belt and something else.

“This is not quite the same, bit it might do.” It was a belt, like the one that held my elbows painfully behind my back, and he also held a leather penis gag. Erin strapped Jim’s arms behind him (he looked sexier than ever to me when bound like that). She then inserted the penis gag into his mouth – it was one with a small gag on the inside for the mouth, and a larger dildo penis extending out on the other side. Jim looked positively pitiful, bound, gagged and with his penis restrained in its sheath.

We were led to the living room, where the lights were turned on so we could all see what was happening clearly. Erin lay on the couch, slowly fingering herself through her panties as Jason position Jim and I on our knees, facing the couch where we could see the activity. My arms hurt, my jaw hurt, but most of all my heart hurt to see my husband preparing to fuck Erin. She looked amazing laying on the couch, and I wanted to join in so badly. I could only imagine what Jim felt, prevented from even allowing his body to react to the scene.

Jason went to Erin, took her hand away from her panties, and slid his own hand under the cloth to begin fingering her. She arched her back and moaned slightly, as Jason slid up her body and began kissing her deeply, as his fingers continued to masturbate her pussy.

Erin’s fingers found Jason’s cock, surrounded it and began slowly manipulating it. Their breathing had intensified, and they were pressing their bodies against each other now. Jason reached behind and unclasped Erin’s bra, exposing her breasts and then immediately suckling on them. A flush extended across her chest and her hips began movement to encourage his fingers.

Throughout this display, I knelt with Jim and simply watched. I observed Jason’s cock grow harder, and the precum glistening on the end. I saw Erin’s nipples grow hard, and her body move in increasingly involuntary jerks. Her panties were wet, and when Jason slid them down and exposed her pussy, it was glistening with moisture.

Jim made a slight moaning noise, and I looked over at him to see his reaction. He looked in pain, and with a glance I realized his cock was trying to grow hard. Its flesh was bulging out of the constricting plastic that held it, unable to grow, but still engorged. It was obviously painful to him and he was actually biting down on the gag in order to deal with the discomfort.

I turned back just in time to see Jason’s incredibly hard cock sliding into Erin. As her lips separated and surrounded him, I watched and saw every inch of his flesh penetrate and slide deeper into her. She had her legs spread wide, and rocked her hips in response to feeling his cock diving deep inside her. Seconds later, my husband’s cock slid back out, glistening wet from her body fluids, and then rammed in deep again.

Jason fucked her, thrusting, pushing, and she responded, shifting, wriggling, sliding under him to encourage him deeper. Their pace quickened, and Jason’s thrusts came harder and faster. I watched as Erin’s bare breasts jiggled, and her head pressed against the couch with each thrust. Her hands stroked and played with Jason’s back, and her lips kissed him when he bent down.

Through all of this, my shoulders ached from stretching and my jaw began cramping. The pain was slowly increasing, as my muscles lost their tension and began to stretch further. My pain… their pleasure… in a way it was beautiful. They watched me and Jim at times. They were fully aware of our pain and it got them off.

When they exploded in a simultaneous orgasm, they both had their eyes on us. The pained look in my face seemed to encourage their fucking, the moans from Jim spurred them on to orgasm. The pleasure of seeing us in pain was increasing their excitement… and I felt at that moment that it was my sole purpose in life… to suffer for him, and for her if he wished it.

When their climax had waned, and they lay in each other’s arms recovering, they looked at Jim and I silently suffering in front of them.

“I think they need to join the fun,” Erin said.

“What do you have in mind?” Jason asked.

“Jim, Siobhan, turn to face each other,” Erin commanded. We obeyed. Kneeling in front of each other, Jim looked at me with pained but aroused eyes, a large rubber dick extending from his face. I was drooling horribly, over my chin and dripping onto my breasts.

“Jim, fuck Siobhan,” Erin commanded. Jim looked at Erin in surprise for a moment, unable to speak with the gag in his mouth.

“Do it, worm!!!” Erin’s voice had suddenly taken on a harshness I had never heard before. Jim turned to me with puzzlement, but I knew exactly what she meant. I moved my face closer to his, manuevering my painfully wide mouth to the dildo extending from his mouth. He realized as well, and slowly slid the dildo into my mouth, being careful not to go too deep.

“Oh, yes! Erin, I like your thinking. They do need to fuck each other, don’t they. At the same time we fuck. Except they can receive no pleasure from it… while we will. I love it.” Jason sounded delighted.

Jim was slowly sliding the dildo in and out of my mouth, not too deep, not enough to choke me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason and Erin making out while Jim and I psuedo-fucked. They were getting hot again already, and before long, Erin was laying on the couch, Jason behind her. Erin’s leg went up, way up, and back as they scissored and Jason plunged his cock into Erin’s pussy once again. His thrusting began. Both of them had their eyes on Jim and me, watching the psuedo-fuck as they continued fucking towards the second orgasm.

“Fuck her the same way, the same time as I fuck your mistress!” Jason ordered Jim.

Jim increased his rhythm, and the depth of his thrusts into my mouth. It made me gag, and the drool had made my breasts soaking wet. My head and hair was bouncing back and forth from the force of the thrusts, and I was gagging every few seconds.

God, it hurt. My shoulders… cramping. My jaw was cramping worse than ever. My throat was raw and I was gagging up my dinner in little bits from the deep thrusts which were urged on by Jason and Erin. I was crying, it seemed like all my body fluids were draining at once, tears, snot from my nose, drool from my mouth… pee… oh god, I was hoping I didn’t lose bladder control. My carpet. My beautiful carpet was going to be soaked with body fluids…

Jason was grunting, trying to come, and Erin was moaning like she was about to orgasm. Jim was thrusting into my throat deeping, and bits of my dinner were coming up between thrusts. I felt nauseous in addition to the pain. Erin and Jason were looking at me, using me to help them, help them reach orgasm, once again… my pain was their pleasure, my humiliation their desire…

Just when I thought I was going to lose all control and throw up on Jim, I heard Jason thrust deep, Erin crying out in her climax. They were sweaty and slippery from their combined effort of pleasure. I was sweaty and slippery from drool and stomach puke and pain.

Jim stopped mouth fucking me as our partners stopped their fuck. Jason’s cock was still inside Erin, but was slowly shrinking and sliding out. Jim and I waited, as the two of them kissed and fondled each other in some afterplay.

Later that night, as Erin and Jim were leaving and Jason and I were waving to them from the front door, Erin called out what a delightful evening it had been. Both Jason and I waved and agreed, and I suggested that perhaps next time we could do it at their house and try something new. They both grinned a little, and said sure, though I think I saw Jim wince a bit.

When the door closed, Jason turned to me and kissed my forehead. “I know this was tough for you tonight, and I am proud of you. You are a worthy slave and a good wife.”

I smiled and felt the glow from his approval.

“But,” he said… “I do think you need to be punished. You argued with me in front of them, and that is not acceptable. Let’s head to bed, and perhaps in the morning we can discuss your punishment.”

We climbed the stairs, and went to bed. I had a twinge in my stomach, wondering what the punishment might be. Being punished by Jason is not pleasant, and making me wait to find out what would happen was another layer of punishment on top of that.

For the first weeks after our wedding, Jason and I had a fairly closed home life. Getting used to being a slave, treated as an object (although a loved object), combined with many of the rituals, punishments and suffering I was subject to, made having guests over difficult. This changed with the invitation we extended to our next door neighbors to visit for a nice, quiet dinner.

Jim and Erin had influenced us in our approach to marriage. They had a dominant/submissive relationship, with Jim taking a completely submissive role to Erin. Their somewhat kinky relationship was for the most part kept under cover, but Jason and I were aware of it and had been exposed to some of its details when visiting in the past.

Erin is a petite brunette of about 32 years old, Jim a medium height, strong build man of 35. Both are very attractive, and Jason and I had speculated about the possibility of doing something sexual with them. The subject had never been discussed with either of them before, but there was definite sexual tension in the air when they arrived for dinner that night.

For the ocassion, Jason had instructed me to wear tight jeans with a revealing blouse. No underwear was to be worn, and so the knit blouse showed my nipples quite clearly. To tell you the truth, I looked like a slut. Erin arrived wearing a dignified business suit (she is in sales), and Jim wore casual loose fitting jeans and a polo shirt that showed his nice body.

The dinner went well; I had cooked lasagna, and it was enjoyed by all. We went through 3 bottles of wine, and were having a lot of fun, though as I said, there was sexual tension and a lot of flirting that went on. I saw Erin put her hands on Jason’s legs more than once, and Jim seemed never to take his eyes off the outline of my breasts and erect nipples under my top.

After dinner, we suggested playing a game of cards, and I went to get a couple of decks. We sat at the table, and Erin suggested that we play poker. Then she said what I had been hoping and dreading… to make it more interesting and fun, we should play strip poker.

Jason immediately approved, of course, and Jim and I (the two submissives) came along for the ride. Strip poker it was.

Now, you must understand I am a reasonably good poker player. But in strip poker, you use whatever you are wearing when you start the game – and I was wearing exactly three pieces of clothing. My top; my jeans; and my shoes. Well, the shoes counted as two pieces… so four. I was at a real disadvantage. The others had socks, stockings, underwear, and that put them way ahead.

The game went as expected. I held out for some time, only losing my shoes, while Erin lost both shoes, her blouse, and nylons. The guys lost shoes and socks, and were basically completely clothed. Then a fateful hand occured… I lost my top and was topless. Erin lost her pants, and was down to her bra and panties. Jim was openly eyeing my tits, and Jason was sitting so close to Erin that their legs were touching.

I am convinced Jason threw the next hand – losing his shirt and pants, bringing him down to underwear. As he was taking his pants off, we could all see his hard on clearly. Jason is well endowed, and his cock was hard and protruding from his underpants – he even flaunted it a little. Erin actually laughed, and reached over and touched it briefly, admiring his size. She even said that she wished she had a cock like that at home, and I was painfully aware of Jim’s face turning red as he hung his head. I was jealous myself, seeing another woman actually fondling my man’s cock in front of me.

We started another hand… I lost. Big time, though it didn’t take much. All I had was my pants, and they went. I was nude, completely nude. The others were partially nude, but I still felt the most exposed. The only item I wore at this point was my slave collar, and it could not be removed. I was out of luck, totally.

Jim lost big on the next round, and had to remove his pants. I felt so sorry for him, because when they came off, he had no erection – or if he had one, his cock was the smallest I had ever seen. There was a bulge in his underwear, but nothing much sticking out. He sat, and hung his head, apparently aware of what we all saw. Erin laughed at this, and leaned over and kissed Jason hard, deep, with lots of tongue. Jason responded… and I hung my head in frustration and shame as my husband and master raised his hands and fondled Erin’s breasts.

“Jason…” I began, but he raised his hand to stop me.

“Siobhan… you are not to question my actions. You know this. Don’t make me punish you.”

This was the first time since the wedding that he had invoked his slave master status over me in front of other people. It was a bit of a shock, and I bit my lip, lowered my head and said “yes, sir.”

The game continued… without me, as I had nothing to bet with. Jim lost one last time, and as he stood to remove his underpants, the entire room seemed to freeze with anticipation. His humiliation was about to be complete, as he exposed whatever package he had.

As his underwear came down, I was puzzled at first at what I was seeing. There was some sort of prosthetic where his penis should have been. His balls hung down, large and heavy, but his penis was a plastic sheath of some sort. For a moment a chill of pure fear ran through my body as I thought that Erin had removed Jim’s penis. What a horrible thought… some sort of ultimate sexual domination had occurred between them. A moment later I realized what it was.

Jim was wearing a male chastity belt. Locked around his cock and balls was a sheath that surrounded his cock, covering it completely and keeping it small. The sexual situation we were in, my nudity, Erin and Jason mostly nude and making out… he should have been standing huge. But instead, his cock was slightly swollen, bulging slightly but still small in its prison. It must have been extremely uncomfortable to him.

I realized that Erin had been torturing Jim all this time. Knowing he had no way of having an erection without a painful consequence, she had introduced him to a slow strip tease with myself, her, and the sight of her and Jason making out half naked. Jim must have been very uncomfortable, not only from humiliation, but from his cock involuntarily attempting to swell in an erection, and being squeezed back down to size – denied in its ultimate need.

Jim sat quietly, out of the game. I sat next to him, and reached over and held his hand, squeezing it to let him know I understood his situation. I think he had a slight smile of gratitude as we sat together and watched the final negotiations of the game between Erin and Jason.

The last hand. Jason lost… removed his underwear and was naked. Erin alone still had panties and a bra… and suggested one last hand. If she lost, she would remove the rest of her clothing, and give Jason the best blow job of his life. If she won, Jason would fuck her to at least two orgasms at the location and time of her choice. Of course… Jason agreed.

My status as a simple slave had been driven home to me that night. My master, my husband, had just negotiated to have sex with my next door neighbor, right there in front of me, without even showing I was present. I sat quietly and watched…

Erin was by far the best player; she won. Jason was to fuck her.

Erin announced her decision. The time was now – the place was on the couch.

This was going to be too much for me. “Jason, is this right? I mean, we are married, and to have you just… fuck… Erin while we watch. I mean, if it was a threesome… can Jim and I join in?”

Jason looked at me intensely. “Siobhan, you know the answer. Yes, you are my wife. And my slave. Don’t question me. You know we have wonderful times together, and they will happen again, perhaps even with Jim or Erin if they are willing. For now, this pleases me.”

“But Jason, I am not sure that I…”

Jason’s expression turned sharp. “Siobhan, that is enough. I think we need something to encourage your cooperation… and silence.”

He left for a moment, and returned with two items. Raised me up to a standing position, and went behind my back where he placed a belt behind both elbows and cinched it tightly. My elbows slid behind my back, and I gasped a little as my chest and breasts thrust out. Erin and Jim watched my body contort slightly as the belt drew my elbows together behind my back, and my face winced from the pulling muscles. I felt one tear run down my cheek.

Once the belt was secure, Jason opened my mouth, wide, and slipped in a ring gag. It was a large one that he had purchased recently to help train my jaw to go wider. It hurt, my mouth wasn’t that big, but I could take it. He buckled it behind my head, stood back, and looked at my naked and slightly distorted form with satisfaction. His cock continued to be rock hard.

“What a delightful idea, Jason. I think that may be just what Jim needs as well. Do you have another set for him?” Erin’s voice had a tinge of pleasure.

“Not exactly, lets see what I can find.” Jason left and returned with another belt and something else.

“This is not quite the same, bit it might do.” It was a belt, like the one that held my elbows painfully behind my back, and he also held a leather penis gag. Erin strapped Jim’s arms behind him (he looked sexier than ever to me when bound like that). She then inserted the penis gag into his mouth – it was one with a small gag on the inside for the mouth, and a larger dildo penis extending out on the other side. Jim looked positively pitiful, bound, gagged and with his penis restrained in its sheath.

We were led to the living room, where the lights were turned on so we could all see what was happening clearly. Erin lay on the couch, slowly fingering herself through her panties as Jason position Jim and I on our knees, facing the couch where we could see the activity. My arms hurt, my jaw hurt, but most of all my heart hurt to see my husband preparing to fuck Erin. She looked amazing laying on the couch, and I wanted to join in so badly. I could only imagine what Jim felt, prevented from even allowing his body to react to the scene.

Jason went to Erin, took her hand away from her panties, and slid his own hand under the cloth to begin fingering her. She arched her back and moaned slightly, as Jason slid up her body and began kissing her deeply, as his fingers continued to masturbate her pussy.

Erin’s fingers found Jason’s cock, surrounded it and began slowly manipulating it. Their breathing had intensified, and they were pressing their bodies against each other now. Jason reached behind and unclasped Erin’s bra, exposing her breasts and then immediately suckling on them. A flush extended across her chest and her hips began movement to encourage his fingers.

Throughout this display, I knelt with Jim and simply watched. I observed Jason’s cock grow harder, and the precum glistening on the end. I saw Erin’s nipples grow hard, and her body move in increasingly involuntary jerks. Her panties were wet, and when Jason slid them down and exposed her pussy, it was glistening with moisture.

Jim made a slight moaning noise, and I looked over at him to see his reaction. He looked in pain, and with a glance I realized his cock was trying to grow hard. Its flesh was bulging out of the constricting plastic that held it, unable to grow, but still engorged. It was obviously painful to him and he was actually biting down on the gag in order to deal with the discomfort.

I turned back just in time to see Jason’s incredibly hard cock sliding into Erin. As her lips separated and surrounded him, I watched and saw every inch of his flesh penetrate and slide deeper into her. She had her legs spread wide, and rocked her hips in response to feeling his cock diving deep inside her. Seconds later, my husband’s cock slid back out, glistening wet from her body fluids, and then rammed in deep again.

Jason fucked her, thrusting, pushing, and she responded, shifting, wriggling, sliding under him to encourage him deeper. Their pace quickened, and Jason’s thrusts came harder and faster. I watched as Erin’s bare breasts jiggled, and her head pressed against the couch with each thrust. Her hands stroked and played with Jason’s back, and her lips kissed him when he bent down.

Through all of this, my shoulders ached from stretching and my jaw began cramping. The pain was slowly increasing, as my muscles lost their tension and began to stretch further. My pain… their pleasure… in a way it was beautiful. They watched me and Jim at times. They were fully aware of our pain and it got them off.

When they exploded in a simultaneous orgasm, they both had their eyes on us. The pained look in my face seemed to encourage their fucking, the moans from Jim spurred them on to orgasm. The pleasure of seeing us in pain was increasing their excitement… and I felt at that moment that it was my sole purpose in life… to suffer for him, and for her if he wished it.

When their climax had waned, and they lay in each other’s arms recovering, they looked at Jim and I silently suffering in front of them.

“I think they need to join the fun,” Erin said.

“What do you have in mind?” Jason asked.

“Jim, Siobhan, turn to face each other,” Erin commanded. We obeyed. Kneeling in front of each other, Jim looked at me with pained but aroused eyes, a large rubber dick extending from his face. I was drooling horribly, over my chin and dripping onto my breasts.

“Jim, fuck Siobhan,” Erin commanded. Jim looked at Erin in surprise for a moment, unable to speak with the gag in his mouth.

“Do it, worm!!!” Erin’s voice had suddenly taken on a harshness I had never heard before. Jim turned to me with puzzlement, but I knew exactly what she meant. I moved my face closer to his, manuevering my painfully wide mouth to the dildo extending from his mouth. He realized as well, and slowly slid the dildo into my mouth, being careful not to go too deep.

“Oh, yes! Erin, I like your thinking. They do need to fuck each other, don’t they. At the same time we fuck. Except they can receive no pleasure from it… while we will. I love it.” Jason sounded delighted.

Jim was slowly sliding the dildo in and out of my mouth, not too deep, not enough to choke me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jason and Erin making out while Jim and I psuedo-fucked. They were getting hot again already, and before long, Erin was laying on the couch, Jason behind her. Erin’s leg went up, way up, and back as they scissored and Jason plunged his cock into Erin’s pussy once again. His thrusting began. Both of them had their eyes on Jim and me, watching the psuedo-fuck as they continued fucking towards the second orgasm.

“Fuck her the same way, the same time as I fuck your mistress!” Jason ordered Jim.

Jim increased his rhythm, and the depth of his thrusts into my mouth. It made me gag, and the drool had made my breasts soaking wet. My head and hair was bouncing back and forth from the force of the thrusts, and I was gagging every few seconds.

God, it hurt. My shoulders… cramping. My jaw was cramping worse than ever. My throat was raw and I was gagging up my dinner in little bits from the deep thrusts which were urged on by Jason and Erin. I was crying, it seemed like all my body fluids were draining at once, tears, snot from my nose, drool from my mouth… pee… oh god, I was hoping I didn’t lose bladder control. My carpet. My beautiful carpet was going to be soaked with body fluids…

Jason was grunting, trying to come, and Erin was moaning like she was about to orgasm. Jim was thrusting into my throat deeping, and bits of my dinner were coming up between thrusts. I felt nauseous in addition to the pain. Erin and Jason were looking at me, using me to help them, help them reach orgasm, once again… my pain was their pleasure, my humiliation their desire…

Just when I thought I was going to lose all control and throw up on Jim, I heard Jason thrust deep, Erin crying out in her climax. They were sweaty and slippery from their combined effort of pleasure. I was sweaty and slippery from drool and stomach puke and pain.

Jim stopped mouth fucking me as our partners stopped their fuck. Jason’s cock was still inside Erin, but was slowly shrinking and sliding out. Jim and I waited, as the two of them kissed and fondled each other in some afterplay.

Later that night, as Erin and Jim were leaving and Jason and I were waving to them from the front door, Erin called out what a delightful evening it had been. Both Jason and I waved and agreed, and I suggested that perhaps next time we could do it at their house and try something new. They both grinned a little, and said sure, though I think I saw Jim wince a bit.

When the door closed, Jason turned to me and kissed my forehead. “I know this was tough for you tonight, and I am proud of you. You are a worthy slave and a good wife.”

I smiled and felt the glow from his approval.

“But,” he said… “I do think you need to be punished. You argued with me in front of them, and that is not acceptable. Let’s head to bed, and perhaps in the morning we can discuss your punishment.”

We climbed the stairs, and went to bed. I had a twinge in my stomach, wondering what the punishment might be. Being punished by Jason is not pleasant, and making me wait to find out what would happen was another layer of punishment on top of that.

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Obedience

I am sitting in my chair, rather late at night. It has been an interesting day, made so by your rather unexpected and kinky intervention.

So… it started when we flirted on IM. It was a little unexpected, I was sitting doing some work and you pop on. And yeah… you began to flirt, and suggest, and then describe… rather explicitly… and it got me rather hot. Not unusual for us I know, but still, it hasn’t happened at work in a long time.

It was enjoyable, though I began worrying about the work network – too much explicit talk could result in someone tracking me down. I tried to calm you down a bit by joking, and telling you that I shouldn’t be getting horny at work.

Your response, when you took control… it just flipped me over. I let it happen; I could have resisted, but at that moment I realized I wanted you to dominate me. I wanted this thing that hadn’t happened in so long. I remember the wet feeling between my legs moments later, knowing my body was self lubricating for you, involuntarily, and it was because you were not giving me a choice. I had no choice, you were simply telling me what I was going to do, and that included having an orgasm. Right then, at work. My body was responding in obedience.

It felt amazing, walking down the hall, knowing I was going to slip into a stall and masturbate, and climax; because you had decided it.

The restroom was empty when I first entered and selected a stall as far from the door as I could. I slipped my slacks down, and then panties. It was so strange, feeling the cool air on my bare flesh. I felt naked and exposed just then. Normally when I go to the restroom it is just business. There is no sense of exposure, no arousal, no sense of nakedness. This time, I felt vulnerable, and a little nervous because I knew I had to masturbate, and I had to orgasm. There was no choice.

I reached down, and slipped my left hand between my legs. It immediately felt that my soft flesh was slippery wet. I was embarrassed knowing how aroused I was, just in the short time we had been flirting. My fingers spread my lips slightly, sliding down, initially avoiding my clit. It felt good, and after rubbing some more and warming up, I allowed myself to slide two fingers on each side of my clit. I began to feel the peculiar pleasure of my body.

Several people came in and out of the restroom, and each time I stopped moving for fear that they would see what I was doing through the cracks at the joints of the stall walls. Even with these interruptions, I could feel the warmth building quickly, the glow which swelled and spread through my body. My hand was stroking harder and faster; I worried I would make noise and slowed slightly. I never know if the sound of rubbing makes a noise, especially when I am wet, so I was careful.

Just as I felt the climax coming on, I slipped two fingers inside. They went in easily, sliding over my clit as they went in. The flood of pleasure was amazing; it came quickly, and it was so much more intense because it was obedience. Obedience to your directive. That I would have an orgasm, then, immediately, at work. I felt like such a slut, and loved it so much I could taste it.

Afterward I wiped a little to dry off, and of course smelled my fingers. I do that whenever I masturbate for you, imagining what you would smell. There was nothing I could do about my panties, still moist from earlier. I walked back to my cube and reported back to you. It felt good to be able to tell you that I had succeeded in obeying you in this slightly slutty adventure. It felt good that you were getting off on my obedience and submission to you. My act of obedience was turning me on like I hadn’t been turned on in a long, long time. I had forgotten the thrill.

Then you suggested something more… something… well, a total surprise. I wasn’t surprised by your telling me to masturbate. But this…

I deserved to be spanked. You made it clear, and instructed me to arrange it. You were not present, and so he was to do it, as your surrogate. I was to request, manipulate, beg if I had to. He would spank me.

I knew I could do it. I knew the buttons to push. It had been some time since I had had a thorough spanking, and the thought of it made me flush with excitement. I suddenly wanted the spanking. The pain… I knew I could take the pain though really good spankings can be a lot worse than you might imagine. It made me nervous, to think I was going to go home and arrange for a spanking, at your demand.

Nervous, yes, but also aroused. I would forget throughout the day, and then it would come rushing back. I could feel my breath quicken, my pulse surge, and I could almost taste the stinging pain on my ass that was to come. If I thought about it too long, I would shift in my chair as if the pain was already there. Wriggling.

Anticipation? Yes, I am sure. Fear? Some, though not a lot. Something like going in to get a medical test done, and not knowing just how uncomfortable it might be. Arousal? Definitely. So much so I wanted to seek out the restroom once again. I knew it would only take moments.

No, I couldn’t. I stopped myself, more than once, from fulfilling my desires. I wanted myself in a state of heightened awareness, of extreme arousal. Experience had taught me I could take a lot more if I was aroused. It would be more exciting and pleasurable. So… I let it simmer.

Thinking about you. Thinking about your instructions. I was to be punished. You were not here, so I was to arrange for him to do it, but consider that it was you. Think about you. Feel your hand on my ass. Imagine you there, taking me.

I picked a fight with him when I got home. Not a big one, just a little huffing. But it established a tone of dissatisfaction, which I think reinforced some level of poutiness he had left over from our fight Saturday. He wanted me to fix dinner, I huffed and asked why didn’t he do it, and he complained we had nothing in the house… and so on. I fixed dinner.

After cleaning up from dinner, I put on a particularly sexy outfit. A silky teddy I know he likes, it shows off my curves, whatever curves I have. But it makes me very feminine. My hair had been brushed and was looking good. I was clean, attractive, sexy, and ready to make my play… :)

I was up front. I simply suggested to him that he might feel better if he gave me a spanking. I told him I knew I had frustrated him and it might be an appropriate punishment; get it out of his system and move past our recent disagreements.

The transformation in him was immediate, and amazing. He knew the scene, it was very sexual, and I was sexy as hell at that moment. I could almost see his cock going erect in his pants. I also have to admit I was getting wet, and almost shaking with the nervousness and anticipation. He had to come through for me, just then. I didn’t want to fail, and yet not failing meant submitting to an ass beating driven by an angry and horny hubby.

He hadn’t said anything yet, so I simply got off the couch, and kneeled in front of him, my head bowed down so that my hair fell over my face. My hands lay on my knees, which were slightly spread. I stayed there, breathing, waiting, trying to hide my shakes and my desire.

His hand took mine, and raised me up. When I was standing, looking in to his eyes, I could tell what he saw there – the fear and excitement that I was feeling. Oh god, I wanted him to start, and I wanted it to be over. The deed was done, the process set in motion, the situation created and the first domino knocked down to the next…

I remember biting my lip as his hand reached up and slipped off my right shoulder strap. The left one fell easily as well, and with almost no effort my teddy was around my waist. I was standing naked from the waist up as he gazed in my eyes and kissed me lightly on my cheek.

To tell you the truth, I was scared to death he was going to just have sex with me at that point… not that I didn’t want to fuck him, but I desparately needed to obey, and receive my spanking. I could not face writing you and telling you that I had not been able to do as you desired…

He slipped my teddy down past my waist, and over my hips. I spread my legs just slightly so it fell to the floor unencumbered. I was naked before him now, and felt more vulnerable and exposed than I had in ages. It was so hot I thought I would orgasm right then (not really, but it was still really hot).

Sitting on the couch, he took my hand and pulled me down to him, guiding my so that my naked body lay over his lap. I assumed the position. Arms over my head, all the way so that they would not interfere. My ass was slightly elevated because it was positioned right over his legs. The sensation of my bare ass sticking up was unbelievable. I could feel its nakedness, waiting there. Any moment the first sting would take this feeling away, and the pain would begin. My body tensed, waiting.

He caressed my ass first. Damn him… he slid one hand over, and then pushed in to my crack to feel my hole… it felt so violating. So incredibly… I don’t know how to describe it but he was probing me as I lay there waiting. His other hand went between my legs and found the wetness of my pussy.

At that moment I remembered you so clearly, and felt your hands penetrating my ass and my pussy. I shuddered a little, and shifted, raising my ass and spreading my legs. Not because it felt good (because it did) but in obedience to you. You were there, in my mind, feeling every bit of my wet juices.

And then it came. Almost without warning, the first stinging slap. It was surprising, and I gasped, or squeeked a little. The first one is always worst in a way because it isn’t expected. It is just the beginning, where it starts hurting. The continuing strikes make it hurt more and more, and eventually it becomes torture… but the first one is the trigger that starts the pain ride…

He continued slapping my ass, hard. Really hard. I could tell he was taking out some of his frustrations on my ass. I began wriggling away… and he pulled me back. My hands gripped the end of the sofa, so they had something to do. Each slap stung worse, and I reminded myself that these were your hands. When I remembered that, I shoved my ass up a little higher in to the air, taking it, asking for it, giving it to you.

Damn, it was hurting though. Burning. The humiliation of this was getting to me. I was not tied up, I was completely free. I had actually asked for this, because you had told me to, and I was begging to be punished, because you desired it. It was the strangest and hottest situation I have been in in a long, long time. Feeling him whack me, and knowing it was you. Feeling the arousal inside me, the wetness, the passion, and knowing it was being brought on by pain…

I hadn’t realized I was crying. Not loudly, or I couldn’t really tell whether it was loud or not. I didn’t think it was loud but it must have been loud enough for him to hear. He stopped, and took my head, turning it to see my face. I looked up at him and must have had a pitiful look, for he reached on hand to my cheeks and wiped tears away with his thumb.

I saw him raise his hand again, and I burried my face down again, gritted my teeth and felt more slaps against my ass.

I don’t know if you have ever been spanked. It seems to someone from the outside like it is not a big deal. But the harder it is, the longer it goes on, it raises welts. The skin burns and the pain can actually penetrate deeply. My tears were real. I remember wondering how I could be submitting myself to this, so willingly, and enjoying it so much. I must be a sicky to want pleasure to be mixed with pain.

It didn’t matter. I had committed to the punishment, and it was being carried out. I was obeying.

I think he spanked my ass with about 50 strokes or so. I never once asked for him to stop. I never once failed to remember this was you, Matt, you with me across your lap. I was laying there, taking your punishment, and I remembered it with every stroke. I think the only thing I wanted more than what was happening was for you to be there so that the strokes would be harder, and so that I knew I would have your cock inside me when it was over.

When he finally stopped, my ass kept right on hurting. It was on fire, and the fire burned whether there were any more strokes then or not. I wasn’t crying hard, just tears running down my cheeks. My cheeks turn red and emphasize my freckles when I cry. I have been told I look younger when I cry.

He stroked the welts on my ass. Gently running his fingers along them, enjoying what he had done to me.

After a couple of minutes, I had stopped crying and he stopped fondling my ass and put his fingers down to my pussy, spreading the lips wide. I spread my legs wide, exposing myself to him… and to you. I wondered if you would be thinking about me, about fucking me, while you were fucking Gillian…

When he was ready he stood me up, and turned me around, leaning me over so that my stomach was on the sofa, ass jutting out. I knew he would do this, he was not going to pass up the chance to fuck me after hurting me like that. I wanted it too, because I knew I would be thinking about your cock sliding in to me, pushing in to me, deep, deeper than I have ever felt…

And it did. Your cock found my pussy lips, and I felt it press and spread them wide. I was so wet, a total pain slut, ready to orgasm from the pain and humiliation. I felt like a slut right then, being used by you for your pleasure, and it made me so excited that I climaxed by the fourth or fifth time he pushed in to me. Of couse, he wasn’t ready, and kept going, which kept me going…

My ass was still on fire, though it was fading. Still in pain, while I was being fucked to a second orgasm. You grabbed my hair, and pulled it, so that I had to arch my head and back. God, the feeling of you plunging in to me, fucking me harder… your cock suddenly convulsing and your thrusts stopping as you strained to push in to me, to push your semen in to my body…

So, here I am. Telling you of what I did for you. In obedience to you. Your slut, your slut by proxy, your pain slut. I had the most intense experience tonight. Pain. Pleasure. You. Mingled.

I cheated on him, and used him. Thank you for punishing me, and degrading me. I am your slut from afar, obedient to you.

My ass still hurts and it has been several hours.

:)


I am sitting in my chair, rather late at night. It has been an interesting day, made so by your rather unexpected and kinky intervention.

So… it started when we flirted on IM. It was a little unexpected, I was sitting doing some work and you pop on. And yeah… you began to flirt, and suggest, and then describe… rather explicitly… and it got me rather hot. Not unusual for us I know, but still, it hasn’t happened at work in a long time.

It was enjoyable, though I began worrying about the work network – too much explicit talk could result in someone tracking me down. I tried to calm you down a bit by joking, and telling you that I shouldn’t be getting horny at work.

Your response, when you took control… it just flipped me over. I let it happen; I could have resisted, but at that moment I realized I wanted you to dominate me. I wanted this thing that hadn’t happened in so long. I remember the wet feeling between my legs moments later, knowing my body was self lubricating for you, involuntarily, and it was because you were not giving me a choice. I had no choice, you were simply telling me what I was going to do, and that included having an orgasm. Right then, at work. My body was responding in obedience.

It felt amazing, walking down the hall, knowing I was going to slip into a stall and masturbate, and climax; because you had decided it.

The restroom was empty when I first entered and selected a stall as far from the door as I could. I slipped my slacks down, and then panties. It was so strange, feeling the cool air on my bare flesh. I felt naked and exposed just then. Normally when I go to the restroom it is just business. There is no sense of exposure, no arousal, no sense of nakedness. This time, I felt vulnerable, and a little nervous because I knew I had to masturbate, and I had to orgasm. There was no choice.

I reached down, and slipped my left hand between my legs. It immediately felt that my soft flesh was slippery wet. I was embarrassed knowing how aroused I was, just in the short time we had been flirting. My fingers spread my lips slightly, sliding down, initially avoiding my clit. It felt good, and after rubbing some more and warming up, I allowed myself to slide two fingers on each side of my clit. I began to feel the peculiar pleasure of my body.

Several people came in and out of the restroom, and each time I stopped moving for fear that they would see what I was doing through the cracks at the joints of the stall walls. Even with these interruptions, I could feel the warmth building quickly, the glow which swelled and spread through my body. My hand was stroking harder and faster; I worried I would make noise and slowed slightly. I never know if the sound of rubbing makes a noise, especially when I am wet, so I was careful.

Just as I felt the climax coming on, I slipped two fingers inside. They went in easily, sliding over my clit as they went in. The flood of pleasure was amazing; it came quickly, and it was so much more intense because it was obedience. Obedience to your directive. That I would have an orgasm, then, immediately, at work. I felt like such a slut, and loved it so much I could taste it.

Afterward I wiped a little to dry off, and of course smelled my fingers. I do that whenever I masturbate for you, imagining what you would smell. There was nothing I could do about my panties, still moist from earlier. I walked back to my cube and reported back to you. It felt good to be able to tell you that I had succeeded in obeying you in this slightly slutty adventure. It felt good that you were getting off on my obedience and submission to you. My act of obedience was turning me on like I hadn’t been turned on in a long, long time. I had forgotten the thrill.

Then you suggested something more… something… well, a total surprise. I wasn’t surprised by your telling me to masturbate. But this…

I deserved to be spanked. You made it clear, and instructed me to arrange it. You were not present, and so he was to do it, as your surrogate. I was to request, manipulate, beg if I had to. He would spank me.

I knew I could do it. I knew the buttons to push. It had been some time since I had had a thorough spanking, and the thought of it made me flush with excitement. I suddenly wanted the spanking. The pain… I knew I could take the pain though really good spankings can be a lot worse than you might imagine. It made me nervous, to think I was going to go home and arrange for a spanking, at your demand.

Nervous, yes, but also aroused. I would forget throughout the day, and then it would come rushing back. I could feel my breath quicken, my pulse surge, and I could almost taste the stinging pain on my ass that was to come. If I thought about it too long, I would shift in my chair as if the pain was already there. Wriggling.

Anticipation? Yes, I am sure. Fear? Some, though not a lot. Something like going in to get a medical test done, and not knowing just how uncomfortable it might be. Arousal? Definitely. So much so I wanted to seek out the restroom once again. I knew it would only take moments.

No, I couldn’t. I stopped myself, more than once, from fulfilling my desires. I wanted myself in a state of heightened awareness, of extreme arousal. Experience had taught me I could take a lot more if I was aroused. It would be more exciting and pleasurable. So… I let it simmer.

Thinking about you. Thinking about your instructions. I was to be punished. You were not here, so I was to arrange for him to do it, but consider that it was you. Think about you. Feel your hand on my ass. Imagine you there, taking me.

I picked a fight with him when I got home. Not a big one, just a little huffing. But it established a tone of dissatisfaction, which I think reinforced some level of poutiness he had left over from our fight Saturday. He wanted me to fix dinner, I huffed and asked why didn’t he do it, and he complained we had nothing in the house… and so on. I fixed dinner.

After cleaning up from dinner, I put on a particularly sexy outfit. A silky teddy I know he likes, it shows off my curves, whatever curves I have. But it makes me very feminine. My hair had been brushed and was looking good. I was clean, attractive, sexy, and ready to make my play… :)

I was up front. I simply suggested to him that he might feel better if he gave me a spanking. I told him I knew I had frustrated him and it might be an appropriate punishment; get it out of his system and move past our recent disagreements.

The transformation in him was immediate, and amazing. He knew the scene, it was very sexual, and I was sexy as hell at that moment. I could almost see his cock going erect in his pants. I also have to admit I was getting wet, and almost shaking with the nervousness and anticipation. He had to come through for me, just then. I didn’t want to fail, and yet not failing meant submitting to an ass beating driven by an angry and horny hubby.

He hadn’t said anything yet, so I simply got off the couch, and kneeled in front of him, my head bowed down so that my hair fell over my face. My hands lay on my knees, which were slightly spread. I stayed there, breathing, waiting, trying to hide my shakes and my desire.

His hand took mine, and raised me up. When I was standing, looking in to his eyes, I could tell what he saw there – the fear and excitement that I was feeling. Oh god, I wanted him to start, and I wanted it to be over. The deed was done, the process set in motion, the situation created and the first domino knocked down to the next…

I remember biting my lip as his hand reached up and slipped off my right shoulder strap. The left one fell easily as well, and with almost no effort my teddy was around my waist. I was standing naked from the waist up as he gazed in my eyes and kissed me lightly on my cheek.

To tell you the truth, I was scared to death he was going to just have sex with me at that point… not that I didn’t want to fuck him, but I desparately needed to obey, and receive my spanking. I could not face writing you and telling you that I had not been able to do as you desired…

He slipped my teddy down past my waist, and over my hips. I spread my legs just slightly so it fell to the floor unencumbered. I was naked before him now, and felt more vulnerable and exposed than I had in ages. It was so hot I thought I would orgasm right then (not really, but it was still really hot).

Sitting on the couch, he took my hand and pulled me down to him, guiding my so that my naked body lay over his lap. I assumed the position. Arms over my head, all the way so that they would not interfere. My ass was slightly elevated because it was positioned right over his legs. The sensation of my bare ass sticking up was unbelievable. I could feel its nakedness, waiting there. Any moment the first sting would take this feeling away, and the pain would begin. My body tensed, waiting.

He caressed my ass first. Damn him… he slid one hand over, and then pushed in to my crack to feel my hole… it felt so violating. So incredibly… I don’t know how to describe it but he was probing me as I lay there waiting. His other hand went between my legs and found the wetness of my pussy.

At that moment I remembered you so clearly, and felt your hands penetrating my ass and my pussy. I shuddered a little, and shifted, raising my ass and spreading my legs. Not because it felt good (because it did) but in obedience to you. You were there, in my mind, feeling every bit of my wet juices.

And then it came. Almost without warning, the first stinging slap. It was surprising, and I gasped, or squeeked a little. The first one is always worst in a way because it isn’t expected. It is just the beginning, where it starts hurting. The continuing strikes make it hurt more and more, and eventually it becomes torture… but the first one is the trigger that starts the pain ride…

He continued slapping my ass, hard. Really hard. I could tell he was taking out some of his frustrations on my ass. I began wriggling away… and he pulled me back. My hands gripped the end of the sofa, so they had something to do. Each slap stung worse, and I reminded myself that these were your hands. When I remembered that, I shoved my ass up a little higher in to the air, taking it, asking for it, giving it to you.

Damn, it was hurting though. Burning. The humiliation of this was getting to me. I was not tied up, I was completely free. I had actually asked for this, because you had told me to, and I was begging to be punished, because you desired it. It was the strangest and hottest situation I have been in in a long, long time. Feeling him whack me, and knowing it was you. Feeling the arousal inside me, the wetness, the passion, and knowing it was being brought on by pain…

I hadn’t realized I was crying. Not loudly, or I couldn’t really tell whether it was loud or not. I didn’t think it was loud but it must have been loud enough for him to hear. He stopped, and took my head, turning it to see my face. I looked up at him and must have had a pitiful look, for he reached on hand to my cheeks and wiped tears away with his thumb.

I saw him raise his hand again, and I burried my face down again, gritted my teeth and felt more slaps against my ass.

I don’t know if you have ever been spanked. It seems to someone from the outside like it is not a big deal. But the harder it is, the longer it goes on, it raises welts. The skin burns and the pain can actually penetrate deeply. My tears were real. I remember wondering how I could be submitting myself to this, so willingly, and enjoying it so much. I must be a sicky to want pleasure to be mixed with pain.

It didn’t matter. I had committed to the punishment, and it was being carried out. I was obeying.

I think he spanked my ass with about 50 strokes or so. I never once asked for him to stop. I never once failed to remember this was you, Matt, you with me across your lap. I was laying there, taking your punishment, and I remembered it with every stroke. I think the only thing I wanted more than what was happening was for you to be there so that the strokes would be harder, and so that I knew I would have your cock inside me when it was over.

When he finally stopped, my ass kept right on hurting. It was on fire, and the fire burned whether there were any more strokes then or not. I wasn’t crying hard, just tears running down my cheeks. My cheeks turn red and emphasize my freckles when I cry. I have been told I look younger when I cry.

He stroked the welts on my ass. Gently running his fingers along them, enjoying what he had done to me.

After a couple of minutes, I had stopped crying and he stopped fondling my ass and put his fingers down to my pussy, spreading the lips wide. I spread my legs wide, exposing myself to him… and to you. I wondered if you would be thinking about me, about fucking me, while you were fucking Gillian…

When he was ready he stood me up, and turned me around, leaning me over so that my stomach was on the sofa, ass jutting out. I knew he would do this, he was not going to pass up the chance to fuck me after hurting me like that. I wanted it too, because I knew I would be thinking about your cock sliding in to me, pushing in to me, deep, deeper than I have ever felt…

And it did. Your cock found my pussy lips, and I felt it press and spread them wide. I was so wet, a total pain slut, ready to orgasm from the pain and humiliation. I felt like a slut right then, being used by you for your pleasure, and it made me so excited that I climaxed by the fourth or fifth time he pushed in to me. Of couse, he wasn’t ready, and kept going, which kept me going…

My ass was still on fire, though it was fading. Still in pain, while I was being fucked to a second orgasm. You grabbed my hair, and pulled it, so that I had to arch my head and back. God, the feeling of you plunging in to me, fucking me harder… your cock suddenly convulsing and your thrusts stopping as you strained to push in to me, to push your semen in to my body…

So, here I am. Telling you of what I did for you. In obedience to you. Your slut, your slut by proxy, your pain slut. I had the most intense experience tonight. Pain. Pleasure. You. Mingled.

I cheated on him, and used him. Thank you for punishing me, and degrading me. I am your slut from afar, obedient to you.

My ass still hurts and it has been several hours.

:)


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Basement


My first night in the basement came about a week after the honeymoon.

Jason was particularly aggressive that day. When I came home from work, he was waiting and immediately took my hand and guided me upstairs. In the bedroom, he pushed me down to the bed, and produced handcuffs that quickly secured my arms above my head. With my wrists handcuffed to the bed, he straddled me, passion in his eyes, desire emanating from his body. Just looking at him made me wet with arousal, and I wanted him so badly I could hardly stand it.

The cuffs kept me from clutching him to me, and instead he ripped my clothes off, tearing off my blouse as I breathed heavily from arousal, spreading my legs to either side of his body. My legs wrapped slightly around his kneeling form, the sound of his zipper producing a gasp of anticipation from me. He was rock hard. His cock slid against my soaking wet panties, and I almost came right then.

He took a black cloth and covered my eyes, blindfolding me. I could see nothing, but felt everything. The blindfold made me feel all the more helpless and vulnerable, which in turn made me even more aroused. I wanted him inside of me so badly.

I jerked against the cuffs, I knew there was no point but I could not help it. My body wanted to surround him, take him in to me, grasp him and consume him. Instead I jerked and strained and lay their with my legs wide, pleading for him to enter. He did, finally. His cock found its way around the slim crotch of my panties and pushed it aside, slipping up my cunt with ease in spite of its size, I was so wet.

Within moments I had my first orgasm, my legs gripping his hips and my hands grasping the bed above my head. I screamed out his name, breasts heaving and hips convulsing. The pleasure flooded warm and intense, spurred on by his constant thrusting deep inside.

He continued to slide in and out of me, grunting and pushing deep. My body pressed up on the bed, shoved higher by his thrusting. My hands found the wall and pushed, to keep myself from moving too far. My wrists hurt from the tight cuffs, and the pain served to stimulate my desire even more. I wanted my breasts bitten, I needed to have him thrust harder, harder until it hurt. And he did... his thrusts became more urgent and intense, and my hands once again grabbed the bed as a flood of warm orgasm started in my hips and spread throughout my body. At the same time, he grunted loudly, and I felt the tightening of his muscles, the hardening of his cock and the sudden deep thrust and convulsion of his ejaculation, deep inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, exhausted. We were both panting, gasping, our skin shiny with sweat from the intensity of our love making. He felt so good on top of me, his weight reassuring, his hands comforting as he held my sides.

When he recovered, he raised up, clothed himself once more, and with a single gentle touch on my cheek he left the room. I remained laying on my back, wrists cuffed above my head, semen dripping from my pussy on to the sheets. I waited patiently for his pleasure.

There were sounds from downstairs. Guests had come to dinner. I wasn't invited, but lay in the bed, shackled and blindfolded. The feeling of loneliness was piercing, but I knew I was his slave, to do with as he pleased. This was my fate, to be bound and wait his pleasure.

There was a wet spot on the bed beneath me. My pussy had drained on to it.

I could not tell what time of day it was, all was dark under the blindfold.

After several hours, he came to me, undid the blindfold and uncuffed me from the bed.

"Siobhan, dear... you have been messy. Look at this." He pointed to the wet spot under my ass.

"I am afraid you are not fit to sleep in my bed tonight. I think you need to spend the night in the cellar."

He produced a chain, with heavy shackles on it. "Kneel" he commanded.

I knelt in front of him. I was learning, I knew the position, with knees spread wide, my hands on my legs, head bowed.

He approached me, and hinged a large collar around my neck. It fit snugly, though not painfully. I could breathe well. The metal was heavy though, thick and cold on my bare skin.

Two more metal rings were applied to my wrists. They were locked on with small pins that took a special tool to screw in. All three shackles were connected by short lengths of chain, short enough my wrists were prevented from going below my chest height. I would not be able to reach my pussy.

Raising me up by the chain, Jason guided me down the stairs and in to the basement. When we reached the bottom, he locked the chain to a beam near the floor. I would be able to move two feet or so, no farther. The concrete floor was hard, the room dark. The chains were heavy and while they weighed me down, they were short and prevented much movement.

"Jason... I am sorry. Whatever I did, I can correct it. Please... don't leave me here tonight." I pleaded with him, respectfully. Trying not to whine. He hated it when I whined.

"Siobhan, dear... I think you need to start getting used to this. You are a slave. You sleep in my bed when it pleases me, for my reasons. None other. Make yourself comfortable, and I will see you in the morning."

Tears came to my eyes as my master turned to go. "Jason... what... what do I do? I mean... if I need to go to the restroom?"

As he climbed the stairs, he called out "Hold it!"

The door closed and total darkness descended. I curled up on the hard floor, and felt my bladder swell. I would not make it through the night, it was already hurting.

I wondered if I would get any sleep.


My first night in the basement came about a week after the honeymoon.

Jason was particularly aggressive that day. When I came home from work, he was waiting and immediately took my hand and guided me upstairs. In the bedroom, he pushed me down to the bed, and produced handcuffs that quickly secured my arms above my head. With my wrists handcuffed to the bed, he straddled me, passion in his eyes, desire emanating from his body. Just looking at him made me wet with arousal, and I wanted him so badly I could hardly stand it.

The cuffs kept me from clutching him to me, and instead he ripped my clothes off, tearing off my blouse as I breathed heavily from arousal, spreading my legs to either side of his body. My legs wrapped slightly around his kneeling form, the sound of his zipper producing a gasp of anticipation from me. He was rock hard. His cock slid against my soaking wet panties, and I almost came right then.

He took a black cloth and covered my eyes, blindfolding me. I could see nothing, but felt everything. The blindfold made me feel all the more helpless and vulnerable, which in turn made me even more aroused. I wanted him inside of me so badly.

I jerked against the cuffs, I knew there was no point but I could not help it. My body wanted to surround him, take him in to me, grasp him and consume him. Instead I jerked and strained and lay their with my legs wide, pleading for him to enter. He did, finally. His cock found its way around the slim crotch of my panties and pushed it aside, slipping up my cunt with ease in spite of its size, I was so wet.

Within moments I had my first orgasm, my legs gripping his hips and my hands grasping the bed above my head. I screamed out his name, breasts heaving and hips convulsing. The pleasure flooded warm and intense, spurred on by his constant thrusting deep inside.

He continued to slide in and out of me, grunting and pushing deep. My body pressed up on the bed, shoved higher by his thrusting. My hands found the wall and pushed, to keep myself from moving too far. My wrists hurt from the tight cuffs, and the pain served to stimulate my desire even more. I wanted my breasts bitten, I needed to have him thrust harder, harder until it hurt. And he did... his thrusts became more urgent and intense, and my hands once again grabbed the bed as a flood of warm orgasm started in my hips and spread throughout my body. At the same time, he grunted loudly, and I felt the tightening of his muscles, the hardening of his cock and the sudden deep thrust and convulsion of his ejaculation, deep inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, exhausted. We were both panting, gasping, our skin shiny with sweat from the intensity of our love making. He felt so good on top of me, his weight reassuring, his hands comforting as he held my sides.

When he recovered, he raised up, clothed himself once more, and with a single gentle touch on my cheek he left the room. I remained laying on my back, wrists cuffed above my head, semen dripping from my pussy on to the sheets. I waited patiently for his pleasure.

There were sounds from downstairs. Guests had come to dinner. I wasn't invited, but lay in the bed, shackled and blindfolded. The feeling of loneliness was piercing, but I knew I was his slave, to do with as he pleased. This was my fate, to be bound and wait his pleasure.

There was a wet spot on the bed beneath me. My pussy had drained on to it.

I could not tell what time of day it was, all was dark under the blindfold.

After several hours, he came to me, undid the blindfold and uncuffed me from the bed.

"Siobhan, dear... you have been messy. Look at this." He pointed to the wet spot under my ass.

"I am afraid you are not fit to sleep in my bed tonight. I think you need to spend the night in the cellar."

He produced a chain, with heavy shackles on it. "Kneel" he commanded.

I knelt in front of him. I was learning, I knew the position, with knees spread wide, my hands on my legs, head bowed.

He approached me, and hinged a large collar around my neck. It fit snugly, though not painfully. I could breathe well. The metal was heavy though, thick and cold on my bare skin.

Two more metal rings were applied to my wrists. They were locked on with small pins that took a special tool to screw in. All three shackles were connected by short lengths of chain, short enough my wrists were prevented from going below my chest height. I would not be able to reach my pussy.

Raising me up by the chain, Jason guided me down the stairs and in to the basement. When we reached the bottom, he locked the chain to a beam near the floor. I would be able to move two feet or so, no farther. The concrete floor was hard, the room dark. The chains were heavy and while they weighed me down, they were short and prevented much movement.

"Jason... I am sorry. Whatever I did, I can correct it. Please... don't leave me here tonight." I pleaded with him, respectfully. Trying not to whine. He hated it when I whined.

"Siobhan, dear... I think you need to start getting used to this. You are a slave. You sleep in my bed when it pleases me, for my reasons. None other. Make yourself comfortable, and I will see you in the morning."

Tears came to my eyes as my master turned to go. "Jason... what... what do I do? I mean... if I need to go to the restroom?"

As he climbed the stairs, he called out "Hold it!"

The door closed and total darkness descended. I curled up on the hard floor, and felt my bladder swell. I would not make it through the night, it was already hurting.

I wondered if I would get any sleep.

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My first evening home from work after the honeymoon. Tired, but excited that I was back to work. The contrast between working as a professional and knowing that I was also a slave, subject to my husband’s whim, was an incredible rush.

I got home that night, and was met by my man at the door. He announced a new toy, one that had just come today and he was eager to try it out.

The new toy was an arm binder. I had never worn one before, partly because they cost a lot of money, and partly because… well, there had never been one handy. This one was a gift, from my husband Jason, of course. It was more of a gift for him than me, though it was going to be pretty interesting to try out.

It looked more like a weirdly shaped corset when he first took it out of the box. Wide, somewhat curved leather lay flat, with laces loosely strung through eyelets its entire length. It looked so wide and large, I had trouble thinking that it would secure my arms very tightly. The end appeared to be a very thin glove like bag, and had a ring attached to it. The other end, the wider end, had two straps that extended out, designed to go over my shoulders. I looked at it, as I had looked at other leather and rope accessories, and thought how innocent it looked, until put to its intended use.

“It cost me a pretty penny,” Jason said. He picked it up and felt the leather. I reached out and took the end, wondering how my hands were supposed to fit in that small area. The leather smelled wonderful, and was supple and soft. Quality workmanship.

“Well, I can’t wait to get started. What did you have in mind?” I asked.

Jason laughed… “Dearest, you know me by now. You will know when it happens to you. Not before.”

“How long will I be in there? There should be some sort of limit, don’t you think? It is a new toy, after all.”

“Until I am satisfied.” Jason took the binder back from me, and held it up to my nose. “Smell it.”

I smelled it. It smelled good. Leather always had a way of making me aroused.

“Kiss it.”

I kissed it. Not just a peck but a loving kiss, that continued and ran with my tongue from the top down to the base.

“Good girl. Now, take your top off.”

My silky work top came off, up over my head, and I shook my long brown hair back in to place. The top was placed on the table nearby, folded neatly. I then reached behind and undid my bra, slipping it down over my shoulders and arms, revealing my rather nicely shaped breasts. Jason had always enjoyed my breasts, which were a nice C cup. Just right for playing with Jason always said, and I must admit I enjoyed it when he played with them. The bra was placed on the folded shirt.

Jason took a moment to cup one breast in his hands, and feel its curve. He lifted it slightly, and pinched the nipple gently. Both nipples were erect by now, in anticipation. Both breasts felt vulnerable.

I felt exposed and just a little cold as I stood there in front of him, and he observed me. My breasts felt colder than the rest, because I was more aware of their exposure. My nipples were already hard, and not just from the cool temperature. I knew better than to use my arms or hands to try and cover myself, and so stood with arms hanging down to my sides.

He gently turned me to face away from him, and moved my hands behind my back, palms together, flat. I felt the leather glove at the bottom of the binder slip on, and immediately felt the little thrill that comes knowing that bondage has begun.

A couple of yanks and the glove was on tightly, my hands were confined in the leather, fingers slightly bent, wrists held together by the shape of the binder. Jason then took the straps at the top of the binder and laced them under my arms and over my shoulders, buckling them in place. So far, it was no worse than simply wearing a pair of handcuffs, which I had done many times. But I was already confined, and it felt exciting. I could feel myself beginning to get a little wet between my legs.

Jason began tightening the laces. They were quite loose, and though the straps held the binder in place, I could still move my elbows quite a bit. Jason started at the bottom, pulling the laces, and at each step up the binder, the leather drew my arms further behind my back and closer to each other. The progressive tightening continued, and the leather cocooned my arms, pressing them with increasing force. The more the laces tightened, the more vulnerable I felt.

As Jason reached the top of the binder close to my shoulder blades, pulling the last of the slack out of the laces, a small whimper escaped. I had never felt bondage this tight, and it was getting very uncomfortable. My shoulders were drawn back, pulled by my arms, and I could feel how the bending of my frame thrust out my breasts, making them even more exposed.

He wasn’t done. Jason returned to the bottom of the binder and began pulling again. A few second later, I realized there was more slack he was removing, and the already very tight binder was going to become even more restrictive. I grunted a little as the laces became tighter and tigher, moving up my arms once again. When he reached my elbows, he put a knee in the small of my back and pulled the laces hard, causing my elbows to pull together painfully, pressed together hard from the leather binding. It wasn’t a whimper that came from me this time, but a full fledged cry of pain.

It hurt. My shoulders were cramping, my arms felt stretched to their limits, even my chest felt the pressure. But still, Jason tightened the laces higher, above the elbows, until he reached the top. He tied the laces off, and I realized he was done. At last. My arms were mummified, constricted more tightly than I had ever imagined they could be.

Blood flow was restricted. I could tell, because I felt a slight pounding in my arms and hands. It felt as if the blood was trying to make its way in to my arms, but they had been compressed so tightly there was no room for it. The pull on my shoulders created cramps, and I found myself leaning over, moving around, trying to relieve the discomfort. This prompted Jason to come up behind me, pressing his stomach and chest against my bound arms, and placing his hands on my breasts, holding them, fondling them.

“Touch me. Make me feel good,” Jason whispered in my ear. My bound hands moved against his pants, until I could just feel his cock. It was virtually impossible to move and rub it, but I tried. He stood for a while, letting me get him off, fondling the exposed parts of my body.

In the meantime, I was wondering how long I could do this. The binder was a lot tighter and restrictive than I had thought. My entire upper body was twisted out of shape, and hurt in places I had never hurt before.

“Jason, I…” I began, but he cut me off.

“Quiet my love. We are not done,” he said softly as he stepped back, and then used the ring at the bottom of my binder to guide me forward a little.

I stood patiently, trying to breath normally in spite of the pressure of my distended chest. I was intensely aware of how I must look to him, and at the same time was intensely aware of just how helpless I was in this binder. They really restricted movement in a most uncomfortable way. Much more than handcuffs.

Jason fastened something to the ring at the end of the binder. In a moment, I heard a rasping noise and something pulled the end of the binder up in the air. It was so unexpected, and hurt, that I let out an involuntary “aaaghhh!!!”

The end of my arms had risen about two feet in to the air, and the pressure on my arms and shoulders forced me over to a 45 degree angle. He had attached a rope over a hook in the ceiling and then to the ring on the binder and had pulled my arms up. I was bent, my hair hanging down on either side of my face, breasts dangling in a way which exposed their shape to their best advantage. My breathing shortened, and the cramping spread across my shoulders a little more.

“My dear… you are so beautiful like this. I wish you could see yourself.”

“Jason, I am not sure how long…” I gasped.

“Oh Siobhan. You are simply talking too much. Complaining is not allowed. But no worries, I can help you with that.”

In a moment I felt the familiar straps of a head harness encompassing my head, the ball gag inserted into my automatically opened mouth. The triangular face straps ascended on either side of my nose, partially obscuring my vision. My hair was pulled back from my face slightly, held by the straps which were then buckled behind my head. Tightly. The ball gag bit deep in my mouth, making me gag temporarily.

Saliva production was stimulated by the gag, and I began to drool. I stood motionless, unable to move, simply allowing the drool to pool in my mouth until it filled it and began seeping out. I bit down on the gag. The one good thing about a gag - you can bite on it. It helps sometimes when the pain begins to get to you.

Then the most interesting sound penetrated my hearing. The doorbell. Jason, rather than ignoring it, said “Wait here a moment, will you? Don’t go anywhere.” And left.

As he exited the room, I grunted and barked at him from behind the gag. He ignored me of course.

In spite of the fact it was tighter and more painful than I had imagined, I had to admit I was aroused. This was an amazing feeling, my nipples were hard, my panties were soaking wet, and I was thoroughly enjoying my miserable condition.

My head jerked to the side to look as I heard voices approaching. What the hell was going on? Who was coming? Damn it all, I was fucking bound here, unable to move, half naked, and Jason was getting closer with whoever it was that had come in the house. I was hurting, cramping, aroused, drooling, exposed, vulnerable… and… in walked Jason with the couple from across the street, Diane and Steve. Steve is a tall, lanky guy about 30 years old. Diane is shorter, about 27, with a voluptuous figure, dark blonde hair and the cutest face. I have always had a secret crush on her.

If I hadn’t already been red from the exertion of the binder, I would have blushed heavily. My eyes were big and after a moment I let out a holler from behind my gag. Jason was smiling just as big as anything, and Steve had stopped for a moment in the doorway to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. His cock must have gotten hard in about 2 seconds after he got a look at me. Diane stood quietly, scanning me up and down, and then turned to Jason as she said “are you sure this is ok?”

“Absolutely,” he assured Diane and Steve. “Exhibitionism is a fantasy of hers, and this is a great opportunity. She will get off on it, trust me.”

I glared at Jason hard. In response he went over to the rope which was holding my arms up behind me, and pulled on it, raising my arms higher. “Aaggghhh!!!!!” I cried out from behind the gag as the pressure from the binder bent me further down. My body was now bent forward completely, at a 90 degree angle and I could no longer see Jason, Diane or Steve. I began standing on tip toe to try and relieve some of the pressure, and while it didn’t help much, the cramping in my shoulders and back had begun to really burn and every little bit helped.

My breathing was also getting shallower, as the pressure and angle I was at restricted chest expansion. I panted slightly. Drool was coming down from the ball gag in long strands and pooling on the floor below me. I moaned quietly.

Jason was talking to Diane and Steve. They were discussing what to do with me. I could hear some of it, but it was difficult. They spoke in low tones, and I was kind of distracted with the position I was in.

Once again, I felt the rope at the end of my arms pulled up, a little more, and I grunted and moaned louder as I felt my arms raised and the muscles pulled. The pain was radiating from my shoulders across my chest by now, and my head was actually bent down slightly, so that blood pressure was building up in it.

Rough hands encircled my waist, and I recognized Steve’s hands as they unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, and his hands slid up my legs, my inner thighs, and finally to my wet panties. I was so damn embarrassed. And so damn wet. I could not believe my neighbor was enjoying my predicament, the restraints, and seeing my arousal, even participating in the arousal.

Diane joined in and gently removed my panties, her fingers brushing the shaved wet softness of my pussy. When they were off, she took each of my breasts in her hands and kissed me on the cheek. I had never felt so helpless than at that point, standing on my toes, bent over trying to relieve the pain, naked and exposed as my next door neighbor fondled my breasts and kissed my cheek. It made me so hot I could hardly stand it.

Jason moved behind me again, and placed hands on my exposed ass. Gently turning me around, he shifted my position so that Steve and Diane had a good side view of my naked profile. On the other hand, my view was still of the floor under my head, with a new pool of my drool beginning to form.

Behind me, I heard Jason removing his clothes. I knew Steve and Diane had seated themselves on the couch a few feet away, with a good view of my contorted body. Then I felt Jason, as his cock head slowly and gently traversed my ass cheeks, in my ass crack, and finally arrived at my exposed pussy. I was so aroused that he needed no lube. Juices shimmered on my pussy and were beginning to trickle down my inner thigh, so I knew I was ready for him. In fact, I wanted him so badly at that moment, I needed him to take me, penetrate and impale me on his cock, in front of the neighbors, helpless and taken by him.

With a sudden thrust, my desire was fulfilled. His cock sunk deeply inside me, the sudden motion knocking me a little off balance and causing a shock of cramping to ripple across my sides and chest. My arms were in a permanent state of burning cramps, as were my shoulders, but his cock inside almost made me come right then.

He began thrusting, and I began moaning. The pain in my upper body combined beautifully with the pleasure in my lower body. Together, they created a sensation of being alive that was what made bondage the ultimate excitement for me. I savored the pain. I wanted it to merge with the pleasure. Jason’s hands dug in to my hips hard, holding me tight, preventing me from moving as he thrust harder. I stood, helpless to interact, a tool for his pleasure and that of our neighbors who were watching this spectacle.

I came… with a low gutteral groan I orgasmed, shivered and flushed across my chest and face with the warm glow of climax. Jason kept going, thrusting, and as I came down from my climax the pain in my arms began to occupy my mind more. Some of my arousal had subsided with the climax and my painful and embarrassing situation was clear in my mind. The thing is, the pain and embarrassment was arousing to me, and I soon found myself approaching another climax.

As my hips began to feel the developing glow of a second orgasm, Jason suddenly pulled out of me. I almost screamed in frustration. He came around in front of me, his hard member throbbing in my face as he stroked it. I could see his wet cock, lubed from my pussy, his hand sliding up and down quickly as it pulsed with contractions. The contractions reached a peak and a white stream spurted in to my face, across my forehead and eyes, continuing to spurt over and over, across my nose, lips and chin. His grunts of pleasure indicated he was having a fantastic orgasm at my expense, and there was absolutely nothing I could do but let his come cover my face.

At last, he stopped ejaculating and pushed his cock on my face, smearing the semen around.

A moment later, Diane was there, licking his still hard cock, cleaning up the come which covered it. She then turned to me, and licked my face, lapping up Jason’s come and swallowing every bit of it, until my face was clean. I felt humiliated by her participation and my helplessness. I wanted her, and always had from the time she moved in. But I had never imagined our first encounter would be as I was strung up in strappado while she cleaned someone’s semen from my face with her tongue.

A moment later, I felt relief from the horrible pulling and tension of my arms as Jason slowly lowered the rope. The cramping subsided a little, and I stood straight for the first time in an hour. My arms were still tightly strapped behind my back, and I stood naked with the ball gag in my mouth and drool draining over my chin on to my neck and breasts.

I looked at Jason. My meaning was clear. He had stopped before I had come the second time, and I felt cheated. He knew it too. He glanced over at Steve, and said “Hey, Steve, I think she still needs a good fucking. Are you up to it?”

I looked at Steve, and my arousal and desire must have been clear, for he grinned and said “I do believe she would like that. If you don’t mind?”

“Be my guest,” Jason replied.

I was led, still bound and gagged, to where Steve was sitting. His cock was already out of his pants, and he was idly stroking it. It was impressive. Thick enough, but very long, it reached his belly button when erect. I let my naked body straddle him, and slowly sank down on his cock, which slid in without difficulty.

As I rode Steve, Diane came and sat next to us, kissing and fondling Steve’s balls, and then kissing my breasts and face (I was still gagged quite tightly). Steve’s cock seemed to drive deeper and deeper in to me with each stroke, as I pressed down hard. The head of his cock was pushing on my cervix, and as he spasmed up in to me I felt like I was truly being impaled.

My body was shiny from sweat brought on by exertion and pain. My arms were killing me, shoulders were cramping, my breasts jutted out making it easy for Diane to play with them as I fucked her husband uncontrollably. Finally, I came with a crying scream that filled the room with the sound of my passion, and moments later, Steve cried out in an almost surprised way, as if the intensity of his orgasm was a shock. His cock was buried so deep inside me it felt like he was pressing against and spurting into my stomach.

As I sat on Steve’s lap, exhausted, Jason removed my head harness and gag. I closed my jaw, feeling the relief of not having it held wide open, and Diane moved over and kissed me deeply. After Diane, Steve kissed me, and finally Jason.

“Can I get this binder off? If I don’t get it off soon, I might lose bowel control right here, on top of Steve,” I said, only half joking.

I stood up, getting off of Steve’s lap, letting his still hard cock slip out of me. Jason began the slow process of undoing the laces, and then pulling them wide to remove the binder. Finally he unbucked the shoulder straps and my arms fell to my sides. The muscles in my shoulders seemed numb, and it was difficult to move them for a bit, but Jason and Steve massaged them, and they were soon back to a useful state.

I had never been exposed like this, in bondage, in front of someone like my neighbors. It was unexpected, humiliating, pissed me off, and had made me so hot I wanted to do it again as soon as I could.

Diane was sitting on the couch, looking at the guys as they helped me back from my restrained state. She finally spoke. “You know. I am the only one here that hasn’t had a damn good orgasm. We are going to need to fix that, somehow.”

I responded by going over to her, kissing her deeply, and grinned, “I think we might be able to arrange something.”


My first evening home from work after the honeymoon. Tired, but excited that I was back to work. The contrast between working as a professional and knowing that I was also a slave, subject to my husband’s whim, was an incredible rush.

I got home that night, and was met by my man at the door. He announced a new toy, one that had just come today and he was eager to try it out.

The new toy was an arm binder. I had never worn one before, partly because they cost a lot of money, and partly because… well, there had never been one handy. This one was a gift, from my husband Jason, of course. It was more of a gift for him than me, though it was going to be pretty interesting to try out.

It looked more like a weirdly shaped corset when he first took it out of the box. Wide, somewhat curved leather lay flat, with laces loosely strung through eyelets its entire length. It looked so wide and large, I had trouble thinking that it would secure my arms very tightly. The end appeared to be a very thin glove like bag, and had a ring attached to it. The other end, the wider end, had two straps that extended out, designed to go over my shoulders. I looked at it, as I had looked at other leather and rope accessories, and thought how innocent it looked, until put to its intended use.

“It cost me a pretty penny,” Jason said. He picked it up and felt the leather. I reached out and took the end, wondering how my hands were supposed to fit in that small area. The leather smelled wonderful, and was supple and soft. Quality workmanship.

“Well, I can’t wait to get started. What did you have in mind?” I asked.

Jason laughed… “Dearest, you know me by now. You will know when it happens to you. Not before.”

“How long will I be in there? There should be some sort of limit, don’t you think? It is a new toy, after all.”

“Until I am satisfied.” Jason took the binder back from me, and held it up to my nose. “Smell it.”

I smelled it. It smelled good. Leather always had a way of making me aroused.

“Kiss it.”

I kissed it. Not just a peck but a loving kiss, that continued and ran with my tongue from the top down to the base.

“Good girl. Now, take your top off.”

My silky work top came off, up over my head, and I shook my long brown hair back in to place. The top was placed on the table nearby, folded neatly. I then reached behind and undid my bra, slipping it down over my shoulders and arms, revealing my rather nicely shaped breasts. Jason had always enjoyed my breasts, which were a nice C cup. Just right for playing with Jason always said, and I must admit I enjoyed it when he played with them. The bra was placed on the folded shirt.

Jason took a moment to cup one breast in his hands, and feel its curve. He lifted it slightly, and pinched the nipple gently. Both nipples were erect by now, in anticipation. Both breasts felt vulnerable.

I felt exposed and just a little cold as I stood there in front of him, and he observed me. My breasts felt colder than the rest, because I was more aware of their exposure. My nipples were already hard, and not just from the cool temperature. I knew better than to use my arms or hands to try and cover myself, and so stood with arms hanging down to my sides.

He gently turned me to face away from him, and moved my hands behind my back, palms together, flat. I felt the leather glove at the bottom of the binder slip on, and immediately felt the little thrill that comes knowing that bondage has begun.

A couple of yanks and the glove was on tightly, my hands were confined in the leather, fingers slightly bent, wrists held together by the shape of the binder. Jason then took the straps at the top of the binder and laced them under my arms and over my shoulders, buckling them in place. So far, it was no worse than simply wearing a pair of handcuffs, which I had done many times. But I was already confined, and it felt exciting. I could feel myself beginning to get a little wet between my legs.

Jason began tightening the laces. They were quite loose, and though the straps held the binder in place, I could still move my elbows quite a bit. Jason started at the bottom, pulling the laces, and at each step up the binder, the leather drew my arms further behind my back and closer to each other. The progressive tightening continued, and the leather cocooned my arms, pressing them with increasing force. The more the laces tightened, the more vulnerable I felt.

As Jason reached the top of the binder close to my shoulder blades, pulling the last of the slack out of the laces, a small whimper escaped. I had never felt bondage this tight, and it was getting very uncomfortable. My shoulders were drawn back, pulled by my arms, and I could feel how the bending of my frame thrust out my breasts, making them even more exposed.

He wasn’t done. Jason returned to the bottom of the binder and began pulling again. A few second later, I realized there was more slack he was removing, and the already very tight binder was going to become even more restrictive. I grunted a little as the laces became tighter and tigher, moving up my arms once again. When he reached my elbows, he put a knee in the small of my back and pulled the laces hard, causing my elbows to pull together painfully, pressed together hard from the leather binding. It wasn’t a whimper that came from me this time, but a full fledged cry of pain.

It hurt. My shoulders were cramping, my arms felt stretched to their limits, even my chest felt the pressure. But still, Jason tightened the laces higher, above the elbows, until he reached the top. He tied the laces off, and I realized he was done. At last. My arms were mummified, constricted more tightly than I had ever imagined they could be.

Blood flow was restricted. I could tell, because I felt a slight pounding in my arms and hands. It felt as if the blood was trying to make its way in to my arms, but they had been compressed so tightly there was no room for it. The pull on my shoulders created cramps, and I found myself leaning over, moving around, trying to relieve the discomfort. This prompted Jason to come up behind me, pressing his stomach and chest against my bound arms, and placing his hands on my breasts, holding them, fondling them.

“Touch me. Make me feel good,” Jason whispered in my ear. My bound hands moved against his pants, until I could just feel his cock. It was virtually impossible to move and rub it, but I tried. He stood for a while, letting me get him off, fondling the exposed parts of my body.

In the meantime, I was wondering how long I could do this. The binder was a lot tighter and restrictive than I had thought. My entire upper body was twisted out of shape, and hurt in places I had never hurt before.

“Jason, I…” I began, but he cut me off.

“Quiet my love. We are not done,” he said softly as he stepped back, and then used the ring at the bottom of my binder to guide me forward a little.

I stood patiently, trying to breath normally in spite of the pressure of my distended chest. I was intensely aware of how I must look to him, and at the same time was intensely aware of just how helpless I was in this binder. They really restricted movement in a most uncomfortable way. Much more than handcuffs.

Jason fastened something to the ring at the end of the binder. In a moment, I heard a rasping noise and something pulled the end of the binder up in the air. It was so unexpected, and hurt, that I let out an involuntary “aaaghhh!!!”

The end of my arms had risen about two feet in to the air, and the pressure on my arms and shoulders forced me over to a 45 degree angle. He had attached a rope over a hook in the ceiling and then to the ring on the binder and had pulled my arms up. I was bent, my hair hanging down on either side of my face, breasts dangling in a way which exposed their shape to their best advantage. My breathing shortened, and the cramping spread across my shoulders a little more.

“My dear… you are so beautiful like this. I wish you could see yourself.”

“Jason, I am not sure how long…” I gasped.

“Oh Siobhan. You are simply talking too much. Complaining is not allowed. But no worries, I can help you with that.”

In a moment I felt the familiar straps of a head harness encompassing my head, the ball gag inserted into my automatically opened mouth. The triangular face straps ascended on either side of my nose, partially obscuring my vision. My hair was pulled back from my face slightly, held by the straps which were then buckled behind my head. Tightly. The ball gag bit deep in my mouth, making me gag temporarily.

Saliva production was stimulated by the gag, and I began to drool. I stood motionless, unable to move, simply allowing the drool to pool in my mouth until it filled it and began seeping out. I bit down on the gag. The one good thing about a gag - you can bite on it. It helps sometimes when the pain begins to get to you.

Then the most interesting sound penetrated my hearing. The doorbell. Jason, rather than ignoring it, said “Wait here a moment, will you? Don’t go anywhere.” And left.

As he exited the room, I grunted and barked at him from behind the gag. He ignored me of course.

In spite of the fact it was tighter and more painful than I had imagined, I had to admit I was aroused. This was an amazing feeling, my nipples were hard, my panties were soaking wet, and I was thoroughly enjoying my miserable condition.

My head jerked to the side to look as I heard voices approaching. What the hell was going on? Who was coming? Damn it all, I was fucking bound here, unable to move, half naked, and Jason was getting closer with whoever it was that had come in the house. I was hurting, cramping, aroused, drooling, exposed, vulnerable… and… in walked Jason with the couple from across the street, Diane and Steve. Steve is a tall, lanky guy about 30 years old. Diane is shorter, about 27, with a voluptuous figure, dark blonde hair and the cutest face. I have always had a secret crush on her.

If I hadn’t already been red from the exertion of the binder, I would have blushed heavily. My eyes were big and after a moment I let out a holler from behind my gag. Jason was smiling just as big as anything, and Steve had stopped for a moment in the doorway to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. His cock must have gotten hard in about 2 seconds after he got a look at me. Diane stood quietly, scanning me up and down, and then turned to Jason as she said “are you sure this is ok?”

“Absolutely,” he assured Diane and Steve. “Exhibitionism is a fantasy of hers, and this is a great opportunity. She will get off on it, trust me.”

I glared at Jason hard. In response he went over to the rope which was holding my arms up behind me, and pulled on it, raising my arms higher. “Aaggghhh!!!!!” I cried out from behind the gag as the pressure from the binder bent me further down. My body was now bent forward completely, at a 90 degree angle and I could no longer see Jason, Diane or Steve. I began standing on tip toe to try and relieve some of the pressure, and while it didn’t help much, the cramping in my shoulders and back had begun to really burn and every little bit helped.

My breathing was also getting shallower, as the pressure and angle I was at restricted chest expansion. I panted slightly. Drool was coming down from the ball gag in long strands and pooling on the floor below me. I moaned quietly.

Jason was talking to Diane and Steve. They were discussing what to do with me. I could hear some of it, but it was difficult. They spoke in low tones, and I was kind of distracted with the position I was in.

Once again, I felt the rope at the end of my arms pulled up, a little more, and I grunted and moaned louder as I felt my arms raised and the muscles pulled. The pain was radiating from my shoulders across my chest by now, and my head was actually bent down slightly, so that blood pressure was building up in it.

Rough hands encircled my waist, and I recognized Steve’s hands as they unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of them, and his hands slid up my legs, my inner thighs, and finally to my wet panties. I was so damn embarrassed. And so damn wet. I could not believe my neighbor was enjoying my predicament, the restraints, and seeing my arousal, even participating in the arousal.

Diane joined in and gently removed my panties, her fingers brushing the shaved wet softness of my pussy. When they were off, she took each of my breasts in her hands and kissed me on the cheek. I had never felt so helpless than at that point, standing on my toes, bent over trying to relieve the pain, naked and exposed as my next door neighbor fondled my breasts and kissed my cheek. It made me so hot I could hardly stand it.

Jason moved behind me again, and placed hands on my exposed ass. Gently turning me around, he shifted my position so that Steve and Diane had a good side view of my naked profile. On the other hand, my view was still of the floor under my head, with a new pool of my drool beginning to form.

Behind me, I heard Jason removing his clothes. I knew Steve and Diane had seated themselves on the couch a few feet away, with a good view of my contorted body. Then I felt Jason, as his cock head slowly and gently traversed my ass cheeks, in my ass crack, and finally arrived at my exposed pussy. I was so aroused that he needed no lube. Juices shimmered on my pussy and were beginning to trickle down my inner thigh, so I knew I was ready for him. In fact, I wanted him so badly at that moment, I needed him to take me, penetrate and impale me on his cock, in front of the neighbors, helpless and taken by him.

With a sudden thrust, my desire was fulfilled. His cock sunk deeply inside me, the sudden motion knocking me a little off balance and causing a shock of cramping to ripple across my sides and chest. My arms were in a permanent state of burning cramps, as were my shoulders, but his cock inside almost made me come right then.

He began thrusting, and I began moaning. The pain in my upper body combined beautifully with the pleasure in my lower body. Together, they created a sensation of being alive that was what made bondage the ultimate excitement for me. I savored the pain. I wanted it to merge with the pleasure. Jason’s hands dug in to my hips hard, holding me tight, preventing me from moving as he thrust harder. I stood, helpless to interact, a tool for his pleasure and that of our neighbors who were watching this spectacle.

I came… with a low gutteral groan I orgasmed, shivered and flushed across my chest and face with the warm glow of climax. Jason kept going, thrusting, and as I came down from my climax the pain in my arms began to occupy my mind more. Some of my arousal had subsided with the climax and my painful and embarrassing situation was clear in my mind. The thing is, the pain and embarrassment was arousing to me, and I soon found myself approaching another climax.

As my hips began to feel the developing glow of a second orgasm, Jason suddenly pulled out of me. I almost screamed in frustration. He came around in front of me, his hard member throbbing in my face as he stroked it. I could see his wet cock, lubed from my pussy, his hand sliding up and down quickly as it pulsed with contractions. The contractions reached a peak and a white stream spurted in to my face, across my forehead and eyes, continuing to spurt over and over, across my nose, lips and chin. His grunts of pleasure indicated he was having a fantastic orgasm at my expense, and there was absolutely nothing I could do but let his come cover my face.

At last, he stopped ejaculating and pushed his cock on my face, smearing the semen around.

A moment later, Diane was there, licking his still hard cock, cleaning up the come which covered it. She then turned to me, and licked my face, lapping up Jason’s come and swallowing every bit of it, until my face was clean. I felt humiliated by her participation and my helplessness. I wanted her, and always had from the time she moved in. But I had never imagined our first encounter would be as I was strung up in strappado while she cleaned someone’s semen from my face with her tongue.

A moment later, I felt relief from the horrible pulling and tension of my arms as Jason slowly lowered the rope. The cramping subsided a little, and I stood straight for the first time in an hour. My arms were still tightly strapped behind my back, and I stood naked with the ball gag in my mouth and drool draining over my chin on to my neck and breasts.

I looked at Jason. My meaning was clear. He had stopped before I had come the second time, and I felt cheated. He knew it too. He glanced over at Steve, and said “Hey, Steve, I think she still needs a good fucking. Are you up to it?”

I looked at Steve, and my arousal and desire must have been clear, for he grinned and said “I do believe she would like that. If you don’t mind?”

“Be my guest,” Jason replied.

I was led, still bound and gagged, to where Steve was sitting. His cock was already out of his pants, and he was idly stroking it. It was impressive. Thick enough, but very long, it reached his belly button when erect. I let my naked body straddle him, and slowly sank down on his cock, which slid in without difficulty.

As I rode Steve, Diane came and sat next to us, kissing and fondling Steve’s balls, and then kissing my breasts and face (I was still gagged quite tightly). Steve’s cock seemed to drive deeper and deeper in to me with each stroke, as I pressed down hard. The head of his cock was pushing on my cervix, and as he spasmed up in to me I felt like I was truly being impaled.

My body was shiny from sweat brought on by exertion and pain. My arms were killing me, shoulders were cramping, my breasts jutted out making it easy for Diane to play with them as I fucked her husband uncontrollably. Finally, I came with a crying scream that filled the room with the sound of my passion, and moments later, Steve cried out in an almost surprised way, as if the intensity of his orgasm was a shock. His cock was buried so deep inside me it felt like he was pressing against and spurting into my stomach.

As I sat on Steve’s lap, exhausted, Jason removed my head harness and gag. I closed my jaw, feeling the relief of not having it held wide open, and Diane moved over and kissed me deeply. After Diane, Steve kissed me, and finally Jason.

“Can I get this binder off? If I don’t get it off soon, I might lose bowel control right here, on top of Steve,” I said, only half joking.

I stood up, getting off of Steve’s lap, letting his still hard cock slip out of me. Jason began the slow process of undoing the laces, and then pulling them wide to remove the binder. Finally he unbucked the shoulder straps and my arms fell to my sides. The muscles in my shoulders seemed numb, and it was difficult to move them for a bit, but Jason and Steve massaged them, and they were soon back to a useful state.

I had never been exposed like this, in bondage, in front of someone like my neighbors. It was unexpected, humiliating, pissed me off, and had made me so hot I wanted to do it again as soon as I could.

Diane was sitting on the couch, looking at the guys as they helped me back from my restrained state. She finally spoke. “You know. I am the only one here that hasn’t had a damn good orgasm. We are going to need to fix that, somehow.”

I responded by going over to her, kissing her deeply, and grinned, “I think we might be able to arrange something.”

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Dildo Stool


The honeymoon had been awesome. I had devoted myself completely to my new husband and master, and felt more fulfilled than I ever had.

I think I had also had more sex than in any other one week period. Jason was amazing, he seemed to be always erect and ready. There were a few times when we began making love when the cum from the last session was still sticky on my stomach and legs. I was sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore.

All things come to an end, and it was time to return to normal life (or so I thought). We had work beginning the next day, and the house needed to be cleaned; I wanted to get to bed early so I could be ready for work the next day. I began to pick up some of the remnants of our wedding and reception, and was about to get the vacuum out when Jason stopped me.

“Siobhan, dear. I appreciate your desire to keep the house in good order. However, I prefer to fuck you right now.”

“Jason, I have to get this place in order before work tomorrow and it is a mess. You know how I hate to leave a mess around. Besides I am just too sore right now, I don’t think I could stand to fuck one more time,” I smiled at him, kissed him lightly and returned to my cleaning.

Jason stood looking at me for a moment, and then reached out and took hold of my neck collar firmly. A second later a leash clicked in to place and he pulled me away, half dragging me down the hall. I knew I was in trouble and the best way to minimize the results was to just go with the flow and submit. Lucky for me, that’s what I do really well.

He dragged me down the stairs in to the basement and positioned me in the middle of the room. I was partially clothed, and he proceeded to remove what bits of cloth covered me. When my flesh was completely exposed to the cold basement air, he stood and looked at me appraisingly.

“Siobhan, I have to admit that you have one of the most outstanding bodies I have ever seen. But we need to work on you a bit. You see, when I say I want to fuck you, it means we are going to fuck. Period. It doesn’t matter whether you are sore or not. I think we may need illustrate this principle.”

He went to the side of the room and pulled out a low wooden stool. I had seen it before, but we had never used it. I noticed now that it had a small hole in the center. Jason went over to a cabinet on the side of the room, and removed an odd looking thing, that appeared to be dildo shaped but was too straight and pointed. He placed the base of this on the hole in the stool and pressed it down until it was firmly in place. A lubed condom went over it, and his intentions were crystal clear.

“Sit on the stool.” There was no emotion, no sympathy in his voice, just command.

I cautiously manuevered myself over the stool, and lowered myself on to the pointed wooden dildo. At first, it played with the lips of my pussy, and I slid it back and forth to loosen my flesh, get the lube spread around and begin the process of sliding it in. I looked up at Jason with big eyes as I slowly, carefully, slid down further on to the spiked dildo.

The further the horrid thing went in, the worse it felt. It was wide, very wide, and as I went down I felt the flesh of my pussy stretching. He urged me one, impatient at my careful approach and I shoved down a little more and gasped. I still hand’t gotten the thing in all the way and it was going to hit my cervix soon. I slid up and down on it a couple of times, trying to get used to the feeling of being distended by this stiff thing, and then slid down.

There was a sense of relief when my ass touched the stool, though as my weight came to a rest I felt the point of the dildo impale my cervix. It was pressing up and I thought it might enter me further if I wasn’t careful. It turned out I had little choice.

Jason took out come rope and proceeded to tie my arms together, and then raised my legs off the floor so I could not support any of my weight at all. I was thoroughly, totally impaled on the dildo stool, as he tied my ankles up to the stool legs.

The dildo hurt, not a lot, but it was definitely uncomfortable and I whimpered some. When Jason heard the noise, he smiled and kissed me. “That’s my girl. Suffer for me. It pleases me.”

And so I did. I sat there, tied to the dildo stool, the pain of being distended and impaled slowly growing, suffering for him. Suffering for my lover, my husband, my master. And in suffering, I felt myself becoming aroused, very aroused. I wiggled a little, just to feel the dildo stroke and stim me just a little.

Jason left me there, naked on the stool in the basement. He climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top, he turned off the lights and closed the door. I was in darkness, with my only real sensory stimulation the feeling of that huge thing stuck up my cunt. I thought I would cum right then and wriggled and struggled against the tight ropes.

After a while, the pain began to get worse and I felt like the entire lower half of my body was cramping. My cervix was pressed in, my legs were cramping and my pussy was distended painfully. My back hurt from sitting on the stool, and in the dark, I had no idea how much time had passed. It might have been five minutes, or five hours. I knew I should not call out unless I was seriously hurt, that this was my master’s punishment and I was to take it. This was my gift to him, obedience in suffering. Asking for relief was simply out of the question.

My legs began to shake as I tried to lift myself up, but failed.

I noticed my moans were getting louder, as I involuntarily reacted to the stiff pain that was growing in my loins.

The lights suddenly came on and blinded me. My eyes squeezed shut and I heard Jason coming down the stairs. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked up at him with a pleading look in my eyes. He was eating a sandwich, and leaned against a table and observed me twitching for a while. When he finished the sandwich he asked “Would you like to change position?”

“Yes, please.” I knew he wasn’t going to let me up off the stool yet, but any change in position would help me cope.

He came over and untied my legs from the stool. Blood suddenly flowed back and I yelped a bit at the unexpected pain as I placed my feet on the floor. My wrists and arms were freed, but he pulled me forward and retied my wrists to my ankles. I gasped as he pulled the ropes taught, bent over at the waist but still sitting on the horror stool.

The new position, while providing relief for my leg and back muscles, shifted the hard wooden dildo inside of me until it pressed back against the wall of my vagina and wedged up to the side of my cervix. I began to wonder if it would press against my spine, which could become very, very painful.

“Well, now Siobhan. You are pleasing me this evening. But we need to teach you one more lesson. I think we need to make sure that cunt of yours is stretched nicely so we don’t get sore any more, don’t you?”

I raised my head up to look at him with difficulty, and said nothing. Tears were beginning to run down my cheeks.

“Rotate.” He said it simply, clearly.

I couldn’t believe it. But I knew what he wanted.

“Rotate. Now.” He was impatient.

I started to move around the stool, moving my feet slowly, turning on my impaled cunt, just a few inches at a time.

“Keep going. All the way around.”

I kept going. Sliding my legs to the left a bit at a time, my arms following for they were tied to my legs. Step by step I rotated on the stool.

For the first time since sitting on this chair I felt totally humiliated. I had become some sort of pain-filled circus act, with a long stake in my pussy, rotating for the amusement of my master. A trained dog. I hung my head as I continued the rotation.

When I finally completed the turn, Jason came over and lifted my head up, and kissed me. He untied me, and slowly lifted me off the dildo stool.

An hour later I was laying on my back in bed, legs spread wide, fucking the living daylights out of my husband and master.

I had to work the next day, but I couldn’t think about it at all. Right now I was just his fuck toy, and loved it.


The honeymoon had been awesome. I had devoted myself completely to my new husband and master, and felt more fulfilled than I ever had.

I think I had also had more sex than in any other one week period. Jason was amazing, he seemed to be always erect and ready. There were a few times when we began making love when the cum from the last session was still sticky on my stomach and legs. I was sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore.

All things come to an end, and it was time to return to normal life (or so I thought). We had work beginning the next day, and the house needed to be cleaned; I wanted to get to bed early so I could be ready for work the next day. I began to pick up some of the remnants of our wedding and reception, and was about to get the vacuum out when Jason stopped me.

“Siobhan, dear. I appreciate your desire to keep the house in good order. However, I prefer to fuck you right now.”

“Jason, I have to get this place in order before work tomorrow and it is a mess. You know how I hate to leave a mess around. Besides I am just too sore right now, I don’t think I could stand to fuck one more time,” I smiled at him, kissed him lightly and returned to my cleaning.

Jason stood looking at me for a moment, and then reached out and took hold of my neck collar firmly. A second later a leash clicked in to place and he pulled me away, half dragging me down the hall. I knew I was in trouble and the best way to minimize the results was to just go with the flow and submit. Lucky for me, that’s what I do really well.

He dragged me down the stairs in to the basement and positioned me in the middle of the room. I was partially clothed, and he proceeded to remove what bits of cloth covered me. When my flesh was completely exposed to the cold basement air, he stood and looked at me appraisingly.

“Siobhan, I have to admit that you have one of the most outstanding bodies I have ever seen. But we need to work on you a bit. You see, when I say I want to fuck you, it means we are going to fuck. Period. It doesn’t matter whether you are sore or not. I think we may need illustrate this principle.”

He went to the side of the room and pulled out a low wooden stool. I had seen it before, but we had never used it. I noticed now that it had a small hole in the center. Jason went over to a cabinet on the side of the room, and removed an odd looking thing, that appeared to be dildo shaped but was too straight and pointed. He placed the base of this on the hole in the stool and pressed it down until it was firmly in place. A lubed condom went over it, and his intentions were crystal clear.

“Sit on the stool.” There was no emotion, no sympathy in his voice, just command.

I cautiously manuevered myself over the stool, and lowered myself on to the pointed wooden dildo. At first, it played with the lips of my pussy, and I slid it back and forth to loosen my flesh, get the lube spread around and begin the process of sliding it in. I looked up at Jason with big eyes as I slowly, carefully, slid down further on to the spiked dildo.

The further the horrid thing went in, the worse it felt. It was wide, very wide, and as I went down I felt the flesh of my pussy stretching. He urged me one, impatient at my careful approach and I shoved down a little more and gasped. I still hand’t gotten the thing in all the way and it was going to hit my cervix soon. I slid up and down on it a couple of times, trying to get used to the feeling of being distended by this stiff thing, and then slid down.

There was a sense of relief when my ass touched the stool, though as my weight came to a rest I felt the point of the dildo impale my cervix. It was pressing up and I thought it might enter me further if I wasn’t careful. It turned out I had little choice.

Jason took out come rope and proceeded to tie my arms together, and then raised my legs off the floor so I could not support any of my weight at all. I was thoroughly, totally impaled on the dildo stool, as he tied my ankles up to the stool legs.

The dildo hurt, not a lot, but it was definitely uncomfortable and I whimpered some. When Jason heard the noise, he smiled and kissed me. “That’s my girl. Suffer for me. It pleases me.”

And so I did. I sat there, tied to the dildo stool, the pain of being distended and impaled slowly growing, suffering for him. Suffering for my lover, my husband, my master. And in suffering, I felt myself becoming aroused, very aroused. I wiggled a little, just to feel the dildo stroke and stim me just a little.

Jason left me there, naked on the stool in the basement. He climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top, he turned off the lights and closed the door. I was in darkness, with my only real sensory stimulation the feeling of that huge thing stuck up my cunt. I thought I would cum right then and wriggled and struggled against the tight ropes.

After a while, the pain began to get worse and I felt like the entire lower half of my body was cramping. My cervix was pressed in, my legs were cramping and my pussy was distended painfully. My back hurt from sitting on the stool, and in the dark, I had no idea how much time had passed. It might have been five minutes, or five hours. I knew I should not call out unless I was seriously hurt, that this was my master’s punishment and I was to take it. This was my gift to him, obedience in suffering. Asking for relief was simply out of the question.

My legs began to shake as I tried to lift myself up, but failed.

I noticed my moans were getting louder, as I involuntarily reacted to the stiff pain that was growing in my loins.

The lights suddenly came on and blinded me. My eyes squeezed shut and I heard Jason coming down the stairs. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked up at him with a pleading look in my eyes. He was eating a sandwich, and leaned against a table and observed me twitching for a while. When he finished the sandwich he asked “Would you like to change position?”

“Yes, please.” I knew he wasn’t going to let me up off the stool yet, but any change in position would help me cope.

He came over and untied my legs from the stool. Blood suddenly flowed back and I yelped a bit at the unexpected pain as I placed my feet on the floor. My wrists and arms were freed, but he pulled me forward and retied my wrists to my ankles. I gasped as he pulled the ropes taught, bent over at the waist but still sitting on the horror stool.

The new position, while providing relief for my leg and back muscles, shifted the hard wooden dildo inside of me until it pressed back against the wall of my vagina and wedged up to the side of my cervix. I began to wonder if it would press against my spine, which could become very, very painful.

“Well, now Siobhan. You are pleasing me this evening. But we need to teach you one more lesson. I think we need to make sure that cunt of yours is stretched nicely so we don’t get sore any more, don’t you?”

I raised my head up to look at him with difficulty, and said nothing. Tears were beginning to run down my cheeks.

“Rotate.” He said it simply, clearly.

I couldn’t believe it. But I knew what he wanted.

“Rotate. Now.” He was impatient.

I started to move around the stool, moving my feet slowly, turning on my impaled cunt, just a few inches at a time.

“Keep going. All the way around.”

I kept going. Sliding my legs to the left a bit at a time, my arms following for they were tied to my legs. Step by step I rotated on the stool.

For the first time since sitting on this chair I felt totally humiliated. I had become some sort of pain-filled circus act, with a long stake in my pussy, rotating for the amusement of my master. A trained dog. I hung my head as I continued the rotation.

When I finally completed the turn, Jason came over and lifted my head up, and kissed me. He untied me, and slowly lifted me off the dildo stool.

An hour later I was laying on my back in bed, legs spread wide, fucking the living daylights out of my husband and master.

I had to work the next day, but I couldn’t think about it at all. Right now I was just his fuck toy, and loved it.

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The Honeymoon is Over

I had worn clothes for a total of about 5 or 6 hours during the entire week. The rest of the time I had been naked, which meant I stayed in the hotel room or on the patio.

The patio was enclosed by a low wall, providing some privacy; but if someone came close up to it, they could see over. It happened a couple of times as I lay naked on the lounge chair, getting a nice tan with no lines. Some guys playing frisbee got a little close and got a nice full frontal look at me laying on the lounger. They were embarrassed, as was I, though there was nothing I could do about it.

The second time I was seen naked, the couple in the room next to ours spent some time on their patio. The guy kept looking over to make sure I was really nude, which I was. That time I would have gone back in to the room, but I was shackled to the patio table. Jason had gone out to get us some booze, and I was laying on the lounger with my legs spread the first time our neighbor glanced over. Trying to cover myself wasn't going to work, so I just smiled and spread a little wider, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Except for the one time when Jason really had to punish me for disrespect, I was pretty free to roam around the hotel room, enjoy the patio, or whatever. If I was tied up, it was only lightly, as I was when shackled to the table on the patio. It really was a wonderful honeymoon.

The best part of it all was being Jason's complete sex toy. We must have fucked an average of 4 times a day, in every position and using every hole. I was sore, and he must have been too, because at the end of the week he wasn't ravaging my body quite as much.

But now the honeymoon was over, in more ways than one.

It was time to go home. I packed us both, neatly folding and storing all our items in suitcases. I left one outfit out for myself, to wear on the way home. When I was done, Jason asked what the outfit was for.

"I thought I would wear that home; I have been naked for the whole week, but I need to wear clothes driving home."

"Think again, dear," said Jason. "You have done a nice job packing. Pack that last outfit and then lay on the bed, on your stomach. Wait for me there."

I did as I was instructed, and Jason left for a few minutes. When he returned, I was laying naked on the bed, on my stomach. I looked over as he entered the room and saw he had a metal bracket with him that looked a little like a spreader, but not quite. Disturbingly, he was not the only person who entered the room. With him was a bellman.

Laying on the bed, I obediently waited for them as they moved to either side of the bed.

"Lift her leg up, like this," Jason was speaking to the bellman. I felt hands roughly grab my ankles, and bend my legs so that my heels almost touched my ass. Moments later the metal bar was placed under them, and my ankles fit in to depressions made for them. Metal covered them and held them in place, spread just wide enough for my pussy to be clearly accessible.

"Now - her wrists," and my wrists were grabbed and pulled hard, lifting and arching my back slightly as they were drawn down to the same bar that held my ankles. My breath came out in a slight moan as my body was bend backward slightly. There was a squeaking noise as another hinged bar swung closed over my wrists and ankles, and a click as my wrists were locked in place next to my ankles.

I was not going anywhere, not bound like this. The pain in my back from the pulling was mild, but I would have to be careful. Over time it would get worse.

"So... your wife has maybe the best body I have ever seen," the bellman was undoubtedly gazing at my naked ass, back and pussy (not to mention my bound legs).

"She does, doesn't she? I am quite lucky, and I intend to enjoy it as much as possible."

"Um... I don't suppose... given she is restrained and all.... well, that maybe I could touch?" The bellman was losing control of his lust. The spreader bar was keeping my legs apart, and I didn't have to guess what part he wanted to touch.

"Sure, I guess it would be OK. Just no scratches or anything." At this surprising announcement I flushed, totally humiliated and in gasping awe that Jason would allow this stranger to fondle me! I was not a thing to be passed around! But this was a reminder that I was Jason's slave, destined to do his bidding. I was no longer my own, but his property.

I buried my face in the covers of the bed as strange rough hands slid over my ass, spreading the cheeks and then probing my ass gently, exploring my body. Tears were running down my cheeks as his hand slid between my legs, and over the soft folds of my pussy. Fingers spread my lips, exposing my inner vagina and clit. My muscles were going involuntarily from the shock of this touch, and I knew they could see my insides contracting.

His probing eventually settled on my clit, and I was surprised to feel that his fingers were wet and slippery. I was wet, with arousal! I couldn't believe it, and hid my face deeper in the covers as his stroking continued to get me off and my breathing got harder and quicker.

I could feel my hips moving slightly in rhythm with the bellman's stroking, and heard Jason say something to him; I don't know what because I was too busy hiding my face and thrusting my hips as he massaged my clit. Oh Jason, forgive me, but he was bringing me to orgasm, and I was panting, moaning and writhing in my bonds. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but let him do me, let him bring me to climax, and I reached the climaxed and moaned loudly, straight in to the covers in which I had buried my face.

He stopped, thank goodness. I don't think I could have stood it if he had continued. My clit was sensitive, I had just been masturbated by a stranger while my husband watched, and had a solid orgasm from it. I would have died if he had continued.

Instead, they lifted me up and put me on a cart.

The cart was rolled out of the room and then to a freight elevator where we descended to the garage. I was being carted down to the SUV like our luggage. When we got to the bottom level, I was rolled out to the car, and lifted in to the back. The metal spreader dug in to my wrists and ankles painfully and I cried out.

"Hush, Siobhan, hush..."

Jason took a ball gag on a leather head harness, and hushed me.

The drive home was long, especially long as I drooled all over my chin and neck, and my legs cramped horribly in the awkward position. My ribs pressed against the hard floor of the SUV, as did my breasts, and over time, it really began to hurt. I moaned in the back of the car, but made do by withdrawing inside myself, into my sub space.

When we finally got home, Jason unlocked my restraints. It took a moment for me to get my limbs to stretch out, they had been bent severely for a number of hours. I needed to pee badly, but I was instructed to bring in the luggage first. Carrying the suitcases across the drive completely naked, I hoped none of the neighbors would stop outside our driveway and look in. I made it inside, and begged for permission to pee.

Jason led me to the toilet, and I went to sit. Before I could, Jason stopped me and instructed me instead to stand over a bucket in the corner of the room. There, I was to spread my labia lips with my fingers, and let him observe my urination in to the bucket.

For some reason I was more distraught by this than by almost any other indignity that I had undergone so far. I begged him for some privacy. I would not be able to let the stream loose if I was observed closely and was spreading my pussy lips for him. I tried, but it didn't work, and yet my bladder was about to burst.

At last Jason took me by the hand, leading me to a room in the back that had been transformed in to a sterile tiled operating theater. Once there, he informed me that if I was going to lie about needing to pee, that he would have to control the process. He would be taking away my privilege of peeing until he felt I had learned a lesson. In the back room was a flat table, and I was instructed to lie on it, on my back.

The table had stirrups on it, and my legs rested in them. One strap over each thigh, and one strap over my waist and I was immobile as he did what he pleased to my body. Jason took a long rubber tube, place a small bit of lube on then end and probed my pussy lips apart until he found what he wanted.

The tube went to my urethra, and slid in. I was being cathetered. The sensation was one fo the most awesome I had ever felt, the sensation of something entering a part of my body never before violated, sliding up inside and probing deeply. It was also mildly uncomfortable, and I made a few mewling noises as it went in.

"There, there, Siobhan. You will come to thank me for this later. Trust me."

I had no idea what he meant and for some reason, I shuddered a little with anxiety over what else he had in store for me.

When the tube reached my bladder, a sudden rush of urine flowed out. Quickly, Jason took a small clamp and placed it on the tube, cutting off the stream.

"Now dear. You are not allowed to urinate without first requesting permission. This little arrangement will help you. Let's go upstairs and unpack, OK?" Jason was positively chipper as I felt the pain in my bladder growing.

"Jason, can I please finish urinating?"

"I gave you that chance. No, you may not. Perhaps later. Let's unpack now."

Oh my god, I thought as I swung my legs off the table and stood. A length of tube about 6 inches long extended between my legs, and the clamp kept me from urinating though the tube up my urethra felt like I was constantly peeing. It was the strangest sensation to constantly feel as if I was peeing but never getting relief.

We climbed the stairs to our room and I began unpacking.

It hurt. My bladder was hurting. I knew if it lasted much longer something might go wrong with my body. An infection maybe? But it wasn't supposed to hurt like this, and the urge to go was becoming overwhelming.

I knew if I asked again I might be punished. But I couldn't help it. I needed to go so badly, I had to ask again.

As soon as we finished unpacking, I asked. "Jason, can I please, please urinate now? It really hurts, and I am not sure if this is good for me."

"Yes... you might be right. Well, OK. Let's go downstairs. We can try again. But you know that I am giving this to you, you must give me something in return, later," Jason smiled warmly and just a little cruelly.

I didn't care. I walked as quickly as I could to the bathroom, positioned myself squatting over the bucket, and when Jason released the clamp my urine streamed down and sprayed forcefully against the metal.

The sensation of relief was overwhelming. When I was done, I breathed a huge sigh, lifting my face to look at the ceiling as Jason replaced the clamp on my tube.

Whatever came later, it was worth it.

I had worn clothes for a total of about 5 or 6 hours during the entire week. The rest of the time I had been naked, which meant I stayed in the hotel room or on the patio.

The patio was enclosed by a low wall, providing some privacy; but if someone came close up to it, they could see over. It happened a couple of times as I lay naked on the lounge chair, getting a nice tan with no lines. Some guys playing frisbee got a little close and got a nice full frontal look at me laying on the lounger. They were embarrassed, as was I, though there was nothing I could do about it.

The second time I was seen naked, the couple in the room next to ours spent some time on their patio. The guy kept looking over to make sure I was really nude, which I was. That time I would have gone back in to the room, but I was shackled to the patio table. Jason had gone out to get us some booze, and I was laying on the lounger with my legs spread the first time our neighbor glanced over. Trying to cover myself wasn't going to work, so I just smiled and spread a little wider, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Except for the one time when Jason really had to punish me for disrespect, I was pretty free to roam around the hotel room, enjoy the patio, or whatever. If I was tied up, it was only lightly, as I was when shackled to the table on the patio. It really was a wonderful honeymoon.

The best part of it all was being Jason's complete sex toy. We must have fucked an average of 4 times a day, in every position and using every hole. I was sore, and he must have been too, because at the end of the week he wasn't ravaging my body quite as much.

But now the honeymoon was over, in more ways than one.

It was time to go home. I packed us both, neatly folding and storing all our items in suitcases. I left one outfit out for myself, to wear on the way home. When I was done, Jason asked what the outfit was for.

"I thought I would wear that home; I have been naked for the whole week, but I need to wear clothes driving home."

"Think again, dear," said Jason. "You have done a nice job packing. Pack that last outfit and then lay on the bed, on your stomach. Wait for me there."

I did as I was instructed, and Jason left for a few minutes. When he returned, I was laying naked on the bed, on my stomach. I looked over as he entered the room and saw he had a metal bracket with him that looked a little like a spreader, but not quite. Disturbingly, he was not the only person who entered the room. With him was a bellman.

Laying on the bed, I obediently waited for them as they moved to either side of the bed.

"Lift her leg up, like this," Jason was speaking to the bellman. I felt hands roughly grab my ankles, and bend my legs so that my heels almost touched my ass. Moments later the metal bar was placed under them, and my ankles fit in to depressions made for them. Metal covered them and held them in place, spread just wide enough for my pussy to be clearly accessible.

"Now - her wrists," and my wrists were grabbed and pulled hard, lifting and arching my back slightly as they were drawn down to the same bar that held my ankles. My breath came out in a slight moan as my body was bend backward slightly. There was a squeaking noise as another hinged bar swung closed over my wrists and ankles, and a click as my wrists were locked in place next to my ankles.

I was not going anywhere, not bound like this. The pain in my back from the pulling was mild, but I would have to be careful. Over time it would get worse.

"So... your wife has maybe the best body I have ever seen," the bellman was undoubtedly gazing at my naked ass, back and pussy (not to mention my bound legs).

"She does, doesn't she? I am quite lucky, and I intend to enjoy it as much as possible."

"Um... I don't suppose... given she is restrained and all.... well, that maybe I could touch?" The bellman was losing control of his lust. The spreader bar was keeping my legs apart, and I didn't have to guess what part he wanted to touch.

"Sure, I guess it would be OK. Just no scratches or anything." At this surprising announcement I flushed, totally humiliated and in gasping awe that Jason would allow this stranger to fondle me! I was not a thing to be passed around! But this was a reminder that I was Jason's slave, destined to do his bidding. I was no longer my own, but his property.

I buried my face in the covers of the bed as strange rough hands slid over my ass, spreading the cheeks and then probing my ass gently, exploring my body. Tears were running down my cheeks as his hand slid between my legs, and over the soft folds of my pussy. Fingers spread my lips, exposing my inner vagina and clit. My muscles were going involuntarily from the shock of this touch, and I knew they could see my insides contracting.

His probing eventually settled on my clit, and I was surprised to feel that his fingers were wet and slippery. I was wet, with arousal! I couldn't believe it, and hid my face deeper in the covers as his stroking continued to get me off and my breathing got harder and quicker.

I could feel my hips moving slightly in rhythm with the bellman's stroking, and heard Jason say something to him; I don't know what because I was too busy hiding my face and thrusting my hips as he massaged my clit. Oh Jason, forgive me, but he was bringing me to orgasm, and I was panting, moaning and writhing in my bonds. I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but let him do me, let him bring me to climax, and I reached the climaxed and moaned loudly, straight in to the covers in which I had buried my face.

He stopped, thank goodness. I don't think I could have stood it if he had continued. My clit was sensitive, I had just been masturbated by a stranger while my husband watched, and had a solid orgasm from it. I would have died if he had continued.

Instead, they lifted me up and put me on a cart.

The cart was rolled out of the room and then to a freight elevator where we descended to the garage. I was being carted down to the SUV like our luggage. When we got to the bottom level, I was rolled out to the car, and lifted in to the back. The metal spreader dug in to my wrists and ankles painfully and I cried out.

"Hush, Siobhan, hush..."

Jason took a ball gag on a leather head harness, and hushed me.

The drive home was long, especially long as I drooled all over my chin and neck, and my legs cramped horribly in the awkward position. My ribs pressed against the hard floor of the SUV, as did my breasts, and over time, it really began to hurt. I moaned in the back of the car, but made do by withdrawing inside myself, into my sub space.

When we finally got home, Jason unlocked my restraints. It took a moment for me to get my limbs to stretch out, they had been bent severely for a number of hours. I needed to pee badly, but I was instructed to bring in the luggage first. Carrying the suitcases across the drive completely naked, I hoped none of the neighbors would stop outside our driveway and look in. I made it inside, and begged for permission to pee.

Jason led me to the toilet, and I went to sit. Before I could, Jason stopped me and instructed me instead to stand over a bucket in the corner of the room. There, I was to spread my labia lips with my fingers, and let him observe my urination in to the bucket.

For some reason I was more distraught by this than by almost any other indignity that I had undergone so far. I begged him for some privacy. I would not be able to let the stream loose if I was observed closely and was spreading my pussy lips for him. I tried, but it didn't work, and yet my bladder was about to burst.

At last Jason took me by the hand, leading me to a room in the back that had been transformed in to a sterile tiled operating theater. Once there, he informed me that if I was going to lie about needing to pee, that he would have to control the process. He would be taking away my privilege of peeing until he felt I had learned a lesson. In the back room was a flat table, and I was instructed to lie on it, on my back.

The table had stirrups on it, and my legs rested in them. One strap over each thigh, and one strap over my waist and I was immobile as he did what he pleased to my body. Jason took a long rubber tube, place a small bit of lube on then end and probed my pussy lips apart until he found what he wanted.

The tube went to my urethra, and slid in. I was being cathetered. The sensation was one fo the most awesome I had ever felt, the sensation of something entering a part of my body never before violated, sliding up inside and probing deeply. It was also mildly uncomfortable, and I made a few mewling noises as it went in.

"There, there, Siobhan. You will come to thank me for this later. Trust me."

I had no idea what he meant and for some reason, I shuddered a little with anxiety over what else he had in store for me.

When the tube reached my bladder, a sudden rush of urine flowed out. Quickly, Jason took a small clamp and placed it on the tube, cutting off the stream.

"Now dear. You are not allowed to urinate without first requesting permission. This little arrangement will help you. Let's go upstairs and unpack, OK?" Jason was positively chipper as I felt the pain in my bladder growing.

"Jason, can I please finish urinating?"

"I gave you that chance. No, you may not. Perhaps later. Let's unpack now."

Oh my god, I thought as I swung my legs off the table and stood. A length of tube about 6 inches long extended between my legs, and the clamp kept me from urinating though the tube up my urethra felt like I was constantly peeing. It was the strangest sensation to constantly feel as if I was peeing but never getting relief.

We climbed the stairs to our room and I began unpacking.

It hurt. My bladder was hurting. I knew if it lasted much longer something might go wrong with my body. An infection maybe? But it wasn't supposed to hurt like this, and the urge to go was becoming overwhelming.

I knew if I asked again I might be punished. But I couldn't help it. I needed to go so badly, I had to ask again.

As soon as we finished unpacking, I asked. "Jason, can I please, please urinate now? It really hurts, and I am not sure if this is good for me."

"Yes... you might be right. Well, OK. Let's go downstairs. We can try again. But you know that I am giving this to you, you must give me something in return, later," Jason smiled warmly and just a little cruelly.

I didn't care. I walked as quickly as I could to the bathroom, positioned myself squatting over the bucket, and when Jason released the clamp my urine streamed down and sprayed forcefully against the metal.

The sensation of relief was overwhelming. When I was done, I breathed a huge sigh, lifting my face to look at the ceiling as Jason replaced the clamp on my tube.

Whatever came later, it was worth it.

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