Wedded Bliss                     by: Anyport

 

I'd like to start my little story with a warning to all happily married men, 'If you wish to remain happy, never, I repeat never let your wife go to one of those hen parties where they sell lingerie.'

I arrived home around 10.30pm that fateful night, since Monica - my wife - was going to a hens party I'd stopped off at the local for a couple of beers and a counter meal. It was Friday night so I didn't need to get up early for work and I turned on the television to watch the late movie while I waited for Monica to come home. We've been married for 10 years and I now find it almost impossible to sleep unless she's in bed with me.

Mon arrived home around midnight laden with parcels and very excited about something. She seemed slightly annoyed that I hadn't bothered to wash the breakfast dishes - we both work and we were running a little late that morning - but she soon snapped out of it as she told me all about her night out.

Apparently Clare - the woman flogging the lingerie - had taken her husband to the party and he'd been a great success. I was a little miffed at this as Monica had told me it was definitely women only, and I told her as much. "Oh I doubt if you could have been the success Terry was Sammy, you're far too hairy." Monica replied then burst into fits of laughter at the private joke.

I stormed off to bed, there was no talking to her when she was in this sort of mood, I suspected she'd had a few too many so when she came into the bedroom 10 minutes later I pretended to be asleep. All the next day she kept making veiled hints as to how sexy Terry was and how fabulous his body was. As anyone can tell you, when you don't know the whole truth you tend to fill in the gaps yourself and by Saturday evening I have to admit I was fuming and extremely jealous.

I took a shower to calm down then, feeling much more relaxed, I returned to the lounge room. I was only wearing my underpants and a towel and Mon looked up from the magazine she was reading and after careful scrutiny of my legs declared, "You don't have bad legs you know, of course Terry shaves his because Clare likes them that way. I doubt yours would ever look that good, but they're not bad."

"That's it," I declared furious once again. "If Terry shaves his legs then I'll shave my damned legs, will that make you happy?" I stormed out and marched back into the bathroom. As soon as I picked up the razor I regretted my outburst, but it was too late to back down now. I'd show her I could be just as sexy as Terry. I'd only met him once and quite frankly I thought he was a bit of a wimp.

As I rubbed some shaving cream on my legs Monica came over and stood by the bathroom door, I expected her to try and talk me out of it and I'd decided to make a pretence of going through with it then bow to her wishes. Instead of trying to dissuade me she stood quietly for a while then, "Would you like me to help you with the backs, they can be a bit tricky the first couple of times and I'd hate to see you cut yourself to ribbons."

"I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself." I replied.

"While you're at it, why don't you do your crotch as well, it's very sexy you know."

"I suppose Terry shaves his crotch too does he." I snapped sarcastically. I never expected response, much less,

"Yes as a matter of fact he does." Before I could compose myself to speak Monica had walked out.

I couldn't believe my ears, surely she hadn't actually seen Terry’s shaven crotch, I mean, well she's my wife for God sake, no of course not, Clare must have told her about it, yes that was it. I contented myself with this answer and decided I’d show her a thing or two. So I didn't stop at my crotch, I removed the few hairs I had on my stomach and chest, and believe it or not, I even did under my arms. Let's see if Terry shaves there, I thought to myself as I rinsed. It wasn't until I started rubbing talc over myself - I opted out of after-shave, too painful - that I began to realise the enormity of what I'd done. As I walked back to the lounge room I shrugged it off thinking it would all grow back in a few days.

As I arrived in the lounge room, Monica jumped up and pulled the towel away then almost ripped my underwear off. "That's fantastic Sammy," She enthused, I can't believe how great you look. Wait here, I've got a surprise for you." She raced off to the bedroom and I replaced my towel and sat down to wait.

I picked up the magazine she'd been reading while I waited and began thumbing through it. Now I think I'm as broad-minded as the next man, but quite frankly I couldn't believe some of the stuff in the magazine. It was all about something called Fem/Dom I'd never heard of it before. Okay so I ‘d led a sheltered life, anyway I read a couple of the letters at the beginning of the magazine. They all seemed to be from men who referred to themselves as slaves and their wives or girlfriends as mistresses.

What a lot of rot, I thought. Then strangely I became aware of a swelling inside my towel. My God I was actually getting turned on by this stuff. I had planned to confront Monica with this trash, but after my reaction to a couple of the letters I felt it might be wise to pretend I hadn't seen it. After all, what would I do if she read some of the contents to me and they had the same result on my libido, it might give her the wrong idea.

I'd just replaced the magazine when she came back in. I grabbed a paper and pretended to read that as she stood in front of me. "That must be quite some story," She observed pointing to the bulge in my towel.

"Errmm, actually I wasn't really reading it, I was thinking about you." I lied.

"Was I dressed like this?" She asked, and she slowly unfastened the belt on her dressing gown and let the whole thing slide to the floor.

She was wearing a shiny black vinyl corset; it reached from her breasts to the top of her hips. Attached to it were dark fishnet stockings and there was a gap of about 2" between the corset and matching vinyl knickers. She also wore black vinyl high-heeled shoes and she'd applied heavy makeup, particularly around her eyes where she'd continued the black theme.

I had to admit she looked very sexy. The way I'd always imagined expensive hookers to look, though lack of need and funds had precluded my obtaining first hand information on that subject. She held out her hand and as I took it she urged me to my feet. My towel stuck out in front of me and she smiled as she dropped it to the floor. "My, my, if thinking about me caused that, imagine what will happen when we go into the bedroom."

As I was led away like a lamb to the slaughter, it occurred to me that I hadn't spoken a single word since she revealed herself to me. I tried to think of something to say, but everything I came up with sounded stupid or childish, and I doubted Mon wanted a child at that moment.

We lay on the bed and I moved to take up my usual position above her, but she stopped me by firmly pressing my shoulders to the bed. Before I had time to protest she was kissing her way down my chest. After a short time nibbling my nipples she continued her journey downwards. The lowest she had ever ventured before was my navel and as she reached that area I moaned in anticipation of her change of direction. Darling Monica must have taken this as a moan of contentment because she raised her head briefly and smiled, then continued her wanderings over the uncharted depths of my nether regions.

On reflection Mon was slightly amateur in her treatment of my penis on that first occasion, but since my only previous experience had been before we were married with a girl I picked up at a party, I had no real comparisons to make. After all, I had been fairly drunk and I doubt if I even managed an erection on that occasion. I can tell you this, despite the fact that we enjoyed a reasonably active sex life, this was by far the most exciting thing we had ever done together in 10 years.

The only thing to mar the whole scene was when I was close to shooting, Monica took her mouth away and finished me off with her hand squirting my cum over my stomach and chest. I never knew I could shoot with such force, but I'm proud to say, a few drops almost reached my chin.

When I was finished, she suggested I go into the bathroom and clean myself up, adding, "Hurry back." Believe me I almost ran. When I returned we kissed and embraced and I moved my hand down to take her panties off, but she stopped me saying, "Fairs fair, I want the same treatment I gave you."

This was another knew experience for me, I'd gone down on her a couple of times hoping that she'd get the message as to what I'd like from her. But she never seemed to enjoy it very much so I hadn't done it for a long time. I started to re-position myself but once again I was stopped and pushed back on the bed. "Not like that," she whispered mysteriously, then she stood up and slowly removed her panties.

Just as slowly, she straddled my semi erect cock, and I decided she must have changed her mind. But as she toyed with my nipples, she gradually slid up my body until she was sitting on my chest. Taking my wrists, she moved them over my head where she held them tightly. She slid back down slightly and leaned over and kissed me deeply. Then she moved up and pinned my upper arms with her shins.

Although I'm only 5'8' and slim, I'm fairly strong, but try as I might, which I admit wasn't too hard, I couldn't push Monica off me. I watched open-mouthed as her pussy moved gradually closer to my face. As she came within reach of my extended tongue, I lapped furiously, but Monica had other ideas. "Slowly, we've got all night." I groaned at this interruption and she whispered, "Say please." In my present state it never occurred to me that there was a hidden message in that brief statement so I simply obeyed.

Before long my face was covered by Monica’s beautiful sweet tasting sex and as I buried my tongue deep inside her she ground her hips against me and gripped my head, almost painfully, between her stocking clad thighs. In the excitement of the moment I thought I heard her say something like 'Eat slave.’ but it was very difficult to hear through her legs and quite honestly I didn't care what she called me at that moment, I was almost as excited as she was. I did hear her cries of "Yes, Yes, Yes." As she climaxed with, by her standards, an enormous orgasm, and I was quite pleased with myself, to have given her such pleasure.

As we lay together afterwards, she told me how sexy my shaven body was, and how, if I'd shaved sooner we'd have had far more fun in our sex lives. That was enough for me, I told her I'd be happy to remain that way if every night was going to be this good. She smiled and replied, "It's going to get much better than that." As she dozed off, I whispered,

"Well, am I as sexy as Terry now?" I didn't really expect an answer, but she replied sleepily,

"Almost." I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake the truth out of her. What the hell did she do with him and what was it this Terry guy had that was so good.

Instead I lay awake for an hour or more brooding. I didn't sleep very well that night, so as I was awake early I decided to surprise Monica with breakfast in bed. I'm not the world’s best cook so she had to make do with cereal, tea, toast and boiled eggs, but it’s the thought that counts right?

When I returned with the tray, Mon was sitting up waiting. "I heard you in the kitchen and thought this might be what you were doing so I waited." I don't particularly enjoy breakfast, so I lay on the bed and watched her eat. When she'd finished she put the tray on the floor and said, "Well now, I think that deserves some sort of reward. I think an encore performance of last night would be good would you like that?"

Before I could reply, she'd thrown the sheets off the bed and was moving down my body again. When she said an encore performance, she meant exactly that, right down to pulling her head away just before I shot. But then, instead of sending me off to the bathroom to clean up, she moved up to lay beside me and idly drew pictures on my stomach in my own cum as she asked. "Did you enjoy that Sammy, I know my technique isn't perfect but I'm sure it will improve with practice. Do you have any suggestions?"

This was my big chance and I grabbed it, "Well there is one thing."

"Yes, what is it?" She asked eagerly.

"Well, ermm, when you finish me off, err, would you mind very much,"

"Yes, go on."

"Well would you mind doing it with your mouth. You don't have to swallow it if you don't want." I added quickly. "But after all, you did say how sexy I looked with no hair and I thought maybe..."

"We'll see." She replied, almost curtly I thought, then she climbed out of bed and went to take a shower. I lay quietly listening to the water running. I've blown it, I thought, that’s probably the last time she’ll ever go down on me. How could I have been so stupid?

Monica finished her shower and I waited for her to return so I could tell her I'd changed my mind and I liked it exactly as it was. Before I could speak, she sat beside me on the bed and announced, "I've given it some thought…"

"Mon, about what I said..."

"No, don't interrupt. As I said, I've given it some thought and I've decided, I'll do what you ask on one condition," She held up her hand to stop my interruption, "I want you to wear something."

A condom, of course, that way she wouldn't have to swallow anything. "Of course I will, it's the least I can do considering what you're doing for me."

She looked a little taken aback, but then she hugged me and said, "You really are terrific, I was positive you'd say no, you're sure you don't mind?"

I kissed her deeply and with genuine affection then said, "How can you ask that, you know I'd do anything for you."

She was like a little girl the way she reacted, she jumped up and down on the bed and suggested I go and take a quick shower, and we could do it right away. I started to leave then asked, "You mean you've got some now?"

She gave me a strange look and said, "Of course I have silly, now hurry, I can't wait to see how you look."

I'd never thought anyone could be so excited at the prospect of seeing a man wearing a condom, but I still rushed through my shower and was back in the bedroom within minutes. Monica was lying on the bed when I returned. She was wearing matching black bra, panties and suspenders all in satin, plus black stockings and her black patent shoes from the night before. A quick thought flashed through my mind as I wondered just how much she’d spent at the party. But then I realised I was just being mean spirited and any amount of money was worth the way my wife looked right now. I wanted to leap on top of her she looked so appealing. But laid out next to her was a replica of the outfit she wore, except for the shoes.

"I thought you might feel more comfortable if I wore the same thing, you know, a little less conspicuous." It was like a light bulb going on in my head, the realisation that she actually wanted me to wear this underwear.

"You don't mean..."

"Yes sweetheart, it's all yours, I bought it the other night."

"But I..."

"Don't worry, it's all in your size, I was hoping you'd agree, but the truth is, I never thought you would." She jumped up and put her arms round my neck and kissed me. "I'm so proud of you, most men would go all macho, but you're so loving, I really believe you'd do anything to please me wouldn't you?"

She kissed me again, then released me and with all the excitement of 5 minutes earlier, she began helping me to dress. I desperately wanted to refuse but how could I, she thought I was doing it for her and I couldn't disappoint her. After all who'd know, I sure as hell wasn't about to tell anyone, and I doubt if Monica would. I'd just wear it that once then after that I'd make some excuse about it being uncomfortable or something. Judging from Monica’s present state it just might be worth it.

It might be worth it was a definite understatement. As soon as my clothing was in place and Monica had inspected me all round, she leapt at me and almost threw me to the bed. Feverishly, she dragged my panties down to my knees, and without any preamble she took my swollen cock - how it got that way I don't know - into her mouth. She sucked and licked as though it was the greatest thing she'd ever tasted, and in no time at all I was pumping gallons into her mouth. True to her word, she swallowed every last drop, she seemed almost sorry when she'd drained me dry.

I felt drained - quite literally - after Monica had assaulted my body, and I fell asleep almost immediately. Monica always played tennis on Sunday mornings and when I woke around 11.30am, she had left. I stripped off the underwear - actually I quite enjoyed the soft silky feel of the clothing but I looked really stupid - and dressed in my normal jeans and sweater. Then I tidied the breakfast things away and settled down to watch a replay of Saturday’s game on television.

Monica didn't normally get back from tennis until 3.00pm, so I was quite surprised to hear her open the door at 1.30pm. "You're early, didn't the others turn up?" She raced over and kissed me passionately. "Yes, but I couldn't stop thinking about you lying around in you're sexy underwear." She replied as she pulled my sweater up over my head. The look of disappointment on her face when she saw I'd removed it was awful. I'd have felt better if she'd yelled or something, but she simply walked over to the bathroom and closed the door, then I heard her turn on the shower.

I felt like a criminal, and sat there for a few minutes trying to decide how I could make it up to her. The solution was obvious, I raced into the bedroom thinking that by the time she’d finished her shower I'd be fully dressed as she'd expected and everything would be okay. I was so busy struggling with the bra, I didn't hear Mon come out of the bathroom, she must have visited the kitchen briefly because she stormed in and yelled, "You didn't even have the decency to do the dishes..."

She stopped in mid sentence when she saw me, and a half smile came over her face. "I'm still angry, but at least you're trying, I suppose that's something." Eager to please her I suggested I do the dishes right away, then maybe we could go to bed for an hour, I added hopefully.

"Weellll, maybe, we'll see. Tell you what, just wear the panties and stockings and this suspender for now." She handed me a black suspender and watched me quietly as I fumbled with the clasp, then struggled to fasten my stockings to it. Finally I finished dressing and headed for the kitchen, I kissed her as I passed and started on the dishes immediately. She followed me a couple of minutes later, and as I stood at the sink she reached round and hung a frilly white apron over my head and tied it at the back. I considered protesting but before I got a word out she whispered, "We don't want to get your sexy underwear all wet do we, I'll wait for you in the bedroom. Don't be long."

As I finished the dishes I was actually whistling a tune to myself, so happy was I at the prospect of an afternoon of sex with my darling wife. "I didn't know you enjoyed doing the dishes so much," She said as I entered the bedroom. "You can do them all the time from now on, now come to bed."

I didn't say a word, why spoil the moment. I raised the covers and was delighted to see she was wearing her black vinyl outfit again. "You look great in those clothes." I leaned over and kissed her.

"I'm glad you like them, they make me feel so horny and, oh I don't know, sort of powerful." Before I could comment she pushed me over on my back and raised my arms over my head.

Releasing her grip she moved down to pull my panties off. On reflex I moved my hands to her panties. With amazing speed Monica grabbed my wrists and pushed them back over my head. "Leave them there or I'll be forced to take steps to make you." There was an edge to her voice I'd never heard before, and while it wasn't frightening, there was no doubt in my mind she meant what she said. I had no idea what steps she meant, but I wasn't about to find out either.

She pulled her panties off and leapt at my body like a tigress. Impaling herself on my rigid member, she commenced a series of wild thrusting motions. She looked more beautiful than I'd ever seen her before. Sitting astride my body with her hands clasped behind her neck and her eyes closed tight and she increased the tempo of her gyrations.

In a moment of passion I raised my hands to touch her, and then the whole world seemed to fall in on me. My darling little Monica became an animal. No longer the wild tigress now she was more of a raging gorilla. She punched me in the stomach, not hard, but enough to wind me slightly. Then in one movement, she threw my hands back on the pillow and jumped off the bed.

"I told you not to move," She yelled, "Well, didn't I?" She demanded, ripping open a drawer and almost spilling all the contents on the floor. "WELL?" She glared at me as she returned to the bed

"Yes sweetheart, you did, but I..."

"But you what, you thought I wouldn't notice, was that it?" I'd never seen her so angry, and I fumbled to find the words to excuse my behavior, though quite honestly I didn't think I'd done anything too serious. I was so flustered, I hardly noticed Monica winding a pair of her tights round my wrists and knotting them. It wasn't until she pulled them over my head and began tying them to the bed rail that I spoke.

"What are you doing, please Monica, can't we just..."

The slap to my face had the desired effect of silencing me and alerting me to my predicament. "Keep quiet, or I'll shut you up, and you know now that that's no idle threat."

After checking the security of my bonds, Monica turned on her heels and walked out slamming the door behind her. I struggled to free myself but soon realised my position was hopeless, so I waited nervously for her return. She only kept me waiting a few minutes, and when she returned it was as though none of the previous events had happened. In fact, had it not been for my, still bound, hands I would have begun to doubt there was any change in our relationship.

Monica smiled down at me and said, "Have you any idea how incredibly sexy you look?" I was still a tad wary about speaking, and before I formulated an answer she began nibbling my nipples and kissing her way up my chest. My libido was soon restored with the obvious effects on my manhood, seeing this Monica mounted me once more. This time she rode me more slowly at first, gradually building in intensity.

As her, and for that matter my, passions became aroused, she rubbed my chest. Harder and harder she rubbed in ever decreasing circles until both her hands were concentrating on my raised nipples. In the final throes just before orgasm she gripped my nipples between her fingers and thumbs, and with each thrust of her hips, twisted and pulled them, it felt as though she was trying to tear them from my chest. Although the treatment was quite painful I was too excited and indeed awed by her performance to complain. As we erupted into almost simultaneous orgasms Monica began to virtually scream 'YES, YES, YES.' In the past she'd always been far more subdued and I had to admit there was something thrilling about this new Monica.

She collapsed on top of me in a state of almost total exhaustion, and for the next few minutes we lay together as our breathing slowly returned to normal. Then she kissed me passionately on the lips and climbing from the bed, she headed toward the door. "Errm, Monica," She turned in silence and waited for me to speak. "Aren't you going to release my hands now, I mean..."

"Not yet." She replied curtly and walked out.

I must have slept because the next thing I knew she was standing beside me studying my face. I attempted to reach up to her but quickly recalled my situation. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed her finger over my lips and smiled. "I'm sorry I slapped you earlier, it's just that I was so turned on by you, and then you spoilt the whole mood. I hope you enjoyed the sex as much as I did." I nodded, unsure whether it was safe to speak yet.

Her mood lightened, "I've never felt so horny or so powerful in my life, I doubt we'll ever be able to capture that mood again, but I'm sure as hell going to try." She laughed, and I relaxed a little. "While you were sleeping I had an idea," She toyed with my bonds but made no effort to free me, "I don't know precisely what it was that caused us both to feel the way we did, you did feel it too didn't you?" I nodded, "Good, anyway I've had an idea, I'd like to experiment with a few variations on what we did today, what do you think?"

"What exactly do you mean by experiment?" I asked cautiously.

"Oh you know, dress you in a few different things, tie you up sometimes, maybe even spank you a little, I think you might enjoy that." She laughed lightly and kissed me. "What do you think?" I considered her suggestions for a few seconds; I had to agree that, apart from the slap it was the best sex we'd ever had together.

"Okay, but I'm not sure about the spanking part, I don't fancy being beaten..."

"Silly, I'm not talking about beating you up, just the odd slap on the bum when you've been naughty, you won't mind that will you?" She kissed me before I could answer, then said, "That's settled then, I think this could be the start of a whole new sex life." She moved to release me, then as an afterthought she said, "By the way, just for a few days I'd like to try being in charge, I mean, it won't work if I decide to tie you up and you say 'not tonight I have a headache' will it. So from now on I want you to do exactly as I say. You don't mind trying it for a while do you, think of the great sex we'll have."

By now she'd freed my hands and she was once again nibbling my chest and stomach, I thought she was planning to eat me again so, even though I had some reservations, I agreed. She stood up immediately and said, "That's great, I'll see you in the lounge as soon as you've made the bed."

I followed her instructions, making the bed and then going into the lounge room. Unfortunately I made the mistake of removing my female underwear and donning a dressing gown. As I passed her chair she looked up from the magazine she was reading - I recognised it as the 'Fem/Dom' magazine I found on that first night - and said quietly, "This is not a very good start is it Sammy?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean, I've made the bed and followed..."

"I didn't say anything about you changing your clothes did I?" She interrupted.

"Well no, but I thought..."

"Let's get one thing straight, from now on I do all the thinking, you simply do as you're told, is that clear?"

I considered what she'd said briefly, then, "Look Mon, I don't think this arrangement is going to work. I mean, well it's all very well saying you're in charge, and maybe we can keep it that way in the bedroom but the rest of the time I'd rather stay the way we were."

"I’m afraid it's all or nothing Sammy, so what's it going to be?"

"I think I'd rather we stayed the way we've always been." I replied.

Monica jumped to her feet and stormed off back to the bedroom, turning on her heel as she reached the door she snapped, "Well, what are you waiting for, come on, I want you to fuck me like you used to." 'Now that's more like it,' I thought as I walked quickly after her. When I arrived she was already lying naked on the bed staring at the ceiling. I lay beside her and kissed her on the lips, then I started to move down her body kissing as I went. When I reached her stomach she grabbed my head and stated, "Exactly as it used to be, no more."

I was slightly perplexed, but I carried on regardless. I moved between her legs and tried to mount her, but to my horror I realised I wasn't hard. Monica lay motionless and stared at the ceiling. I knew I could expect no help from her in this mood so I rolled back off her and lay quietly. "Finished so soon, that's some sort of record even for you. So that's all I get for another week is it. I hope I can find Terry’s, phone number, at least I'll get some satisfaction to compensate for your efforts."

"So you did screw Terry, I thought you had." I wasn't so much angry as embarrassed and my tone was that of a defeated man. I knew it and so did Monica. She raised herself on one elbow and stared at my face.

"No, I haven't, not yet anyway, but I guarantee I will, after tasting sex the way I always thought it could be, there's no way I'm going back to the old style. It's up to you." She slid her hand down and gripped my cock. It sprang to attention at her touch. She played with me in silence until I responded by raising my hips to meet her movements.

Continuing her pumping, she nibbled my chest and neck until I was on the verge of shooting, then she whispered, "Do you still want to go back to the old ways Sammy?"

"No." I replied breathlessly.

"I can't hear you."

"No." I almost yelled as I felt the first drops of cum forcing their way out.

"Good." She replied, immediately releasing my prick and standing up. "Get dressed, you know how, and don't you dare touch that." She pointed to my still throbbing cock. "I'll see you in the other room in 2 minutes, and I warn you, one second more and you'll be sorry."

I was hooked, she knew it and I knew it. I grabbed my discarded underwear and frantically struggled into it. I raced into the lounge where Monica sat as before reading the magazine as if nothing had happened. I stood beside her chair and waited until she finished reading one of the letters, then she casually glanced at her watch and declared, "Three minutes and twenty two seconds I'm afraid I'll have to teach...I'm sorry, did you say something?" I had started to protest that she hadn't been fair, but I knew there would be no point.

"No Monica." I hung my head in resignation.

Monica pressed home her advantage, "I just read a letter from a man who always called his wife Mistress, I think that shows the right amount of respect don't you?" I nodded, "Excellent, that's settled then, you do respect me don't you?"

"Yes of course I do."

"Well..."

"Mistress."

"Good, bring me a pair of tights and two pairs of panties, used ones." I hesitated, "NOW."

I raced to the bedroom and was back in seconds with the requested articles, "What kept you, I hope you weren't sniffing these and playing with yourself or any of those other disgusting things I'm sure you get up to."

"No of course not I..." Monica glared at me. "Errm, Mistress, no I wasn't."

"Huh, hold out you hands." I did as she ordered and she wound the tights round my wrists. She told me to kneel then pulled my bound hands over my head. Stuffing the panties into my mouth, she held them in place with the tights, which she wrapped round my mouth and neck before tying them to my wrists.

"You upset me earlier Sammy," She stated as she settled back in the chair. "I could make you go without sex for a week as punishment." Still frustrated from the last aborted effort, I groaned into the gag. "It's all right, if I punish you that way, I'll be punishing myself as well, so I've decided to do it the old fashioned way." She tapped my behind with her foot to emphasise her point. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me, I'll be in shortly." She picked up the magazine and ignored my exit.

It was about 10 minutes later when Monica finally entered the bedroom. Sitting in the middle of the bed with her back propped with pillows, she indicated her lap and I understood her meaning immediately. I had a moment’s hesitation, but it only took a raised eyebrow from Monica to persuade me it might be best to obey and I lay across the bed over her thighs. She placed her hand on my behind and just as she was about to deliver the first blow, when the phone rang.

"Saved by the bell." She joked, and laughed as she lifted the receiver beside the bed. "Oh hello Clare... Yes, I'm looking forward to it... Oh no, why? Are you sure he can't...Yes I see"

"Ha, ha, ha, no, I don't think it would be quite the same on crutches, is there nobody..." She slapped me hard on the rump. "Clare," She said excitedly. "I have the perfect solution... No of course not, it wouldn't be half the fun or have half the impact... It's a surprise, trust me you won't be disappointed. Okay, I'll see you at seven, bye." As she hung up the phone she slapped me hard, and continued to do so until every inch of my rump felt like it was on fire. Then she rolled me off her and marched out leaving me to sob into the gag.

Every 15 minutes or so for the rest of the day, Monica came into the bedroom and teased my prick to the edge of orgasm. Each time stopping just in time to leave me begging as best I could into the gag. After a couple of hours of this treatment I was desperate, and as she turned to walk out once more, I tried to ease myself by fucking the bedclothes. It almost worked, but she saw me before I could finish, and was furious.

Grabbing a hairbrush from the dressing table, she beat my backside and thighs so hard and for so long, I was writhing in pain by the time she finally tossed the brush aside with the warning. "If you ever try anything like that again, I'll buy a whip and I promise I won't stop until I've removed every inch of skin from your back." She stormed out and slammed the door, leaving me in the total misery that can only come from a mixture of pain and absolute sexual frustration. I wanted to scream but the gag made anything but a muffled grunt impossible.

Four frustrating visits later, she released my hands and ordered me to take a shower and shave. "And don't you dare try to relieve yourself." Tempted as I was, I decided she was quite capable of carrying out her earlier threats, this was definitely not the same Monica of a week ago. I tried starting with a cold shower, and though it eased my problem slightly, I was still feeling hornier than ever before in my life. Resisting the temptation to do something about it, I towelled myself dry and returned to the bedroom.

Monica held me in her arms and kissed me passionately. Then releasing me and glancing down at my fully erect member, she gave a nod of approval and walked over to the dressing table. She selected a red satin bra and panty set and the black suspender I was now almost comfortable wearing. She tossed them over to me; confident I would put them on without needing her to tell me. As I slipped into the clothes Monica rolled a new pair of black stockings for me which I dutifully pulled onto my legs and attached to the suspender.

I waited quietly as she rummaged through the drawers, eventually slamming them shut in anger and storming out of the room with the command, "Put your jeans and shoes on and wait." 5 minutes later she came back carrying what looked like the bathroom sponge cut in half. Closer inspection showed that she had shaped the two halves in the rough form of breasts. These she stuffed into my bra, adjusting them until she was satisfied with the way they looked.

Next she tied my hands behind me with the cord from my dressing gown, and polo neck sweater pulled over my head hid my obvious bondage to her satisfaction. Ignoring me now, she dressed and made up her face, as I stood by nervously afraid to ask the question to which I already knew the answer.

Her preparations complete, Monica walked past me into the lounge and over to the front door. Her curt "Come on, we'll be late." Confirmed my worst fears, we were going out. I followed slowly behind as she walked over to the lift. She turned suddenly and snapped, "Damn it Sam, get a move on." She pressed the button to call the lift and glared at me impatiently. It took quite a while for the lift to come, and she acted as though even that was my fault.

Then she had a frightening idea. "When we get into this thing you can kneel at my feet and lick my shoes to show how sorry you are for holding me up." She noticed the beginning of a refusal in my eyes, "Or would you rather I take you somewhere and leave you to find your own way home." The lift arrived and she stepped in, finishing her remarks with, "I'm sure you could attract someone’s attention particularly if I remove your sweater before I leave you." The lift doors closed and she growled, "Well, what's it to be?" I dropped to my knees and began licking.

I didn't realise Monica had pressed every floor and I froze as the lift stopped at what I knew wasn't the basement, terrified that someone was getting in. Seven heart-stopping floors later we arrived at the basement and Monica stepped casually over me and walked across to the car. Fearing more retribution I hurried after her, I had no idea where we were going and quite honestly I was now far too scared of Monica to ask.

I was strapped into the passenger seat and our journey began. After a mile or so, Monica casually reached over and unzipped my jeans. She pulled out my, still rampant, cock and began massaging it. For one brief glorious moment I thought she intended to let me cum, but as on many occasions that day, she stopped at the last possible moment. She had quickly mastered knowing exactly how far to go, and I was left panting and groaning as she laughed out loud at my discomfort.

"You'd do anything for an orgasm wouldn't you Sammy?" She teased. Without waiting for the obvious answer she continued, "Tell you what, if you behave yourself tonight I might let you cum later, okay?"

"Yes Mistress Monica." I groaned. She seemed pleased with my reply and hummed a tune to herself as we completed the trip. We turned into a long driveway and pulled up outside an expensive looking house.

Monica released my seatbelt with the warning, "If you embarrass me in any way tonight, I'll carry out the threat I made before, and leave you somewhere with your hands tied and wearing nothing but your lovely underwear. Is that clear?" I nodded. Monica glared at me as she repeated in a no nonsense tone, "Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress Monica, that's clear."

As I waited for her to walk round and open my door, I tried to work out how I came to be in this predicament. A week ago we were just an average couple with a normal if boring sex life. Now I was, yes I may as well face it, now I was my wife’s slave.

We walked up to the front door and Monica rang the bell. Just as the door was opening Monica ducked to the side leaving me standing there alone. A tall, rather hard looking woman with short black hair and a slim almost mannish body opened the door. "Who the hell are you?" She snapped.

"Ermm, I, I'm ermm." Monica came out from behind the door with a big grin on her face.

"It's okay Clare, he's with me, this is my surprise."

She walked past me and greeted the other woman with a hug and they walked off into the house knowing full well that I had no option but to follow, which I did. I could hear several voices ahead, and I was oddly relieved to note there didn't seem to be too many males in the company. As I entered the room my suspicions were confirmed, I counted eleven females plus Monica and the Clare woman. I relaxed slightly but then to my horror I saw one lone man sitting in the corner of the room. His hands were behind his back and he was wearing nothing but a bandage on his ankle.

Clare introduced Monica around, apparently she knew most of the ladies there, I had no idea where from. "By the way Monica," Clare added, "Since that useless prick sprained his ankle and can't perform tonight, I've decided to put him at the disposal of all the ladies here." As if to illustrate her point Clare yelled at the poor man, "Terry, get your useless arse over here and clean these shoes." She pointed to Monica’s feet. The naked man fell to his knees and shuffled over to lick Monica’s feet. It was then that I noticed his hands were secured behind him with steel cuffs. As he licked Monica’s shoes I felt the most peculiar jealousy. I was almost tempted to rush over and kick him away. But then I realised he had no more choice in the matter than I would have.

A chair was provided for Monica - none for me I noted - and Clare asked her about me. "Last time I saw you, you said you envied me my domination of Terry, I didn't know you had him trained."

"I didn't then, but things change don't they?" Monica laughed easily and the ladies started firing questions at her about how she'd 'converted' me so quickly.

As she revealed her conquest I became aware of just how cleverly Monica had sprung her trap to ‘tame me’, as she phrased it. I couldn't decide whether I was angry or proud, the assembled ladies were definitely impressed by her clever ploys, and a couple actually decided to use her ideas to subjugate their men.

As the conversation turned to more general topics, Clare suggested that they prepare me for the show. I glanced nervously from Monica to Clare, unsure as to her meaning. With a casual wave of her hand Monica told Clare to take me away. "Oh by the way, if he gives you any trouble at all, don't hesitate to give him a hiding." She turned back to continue her discussion and Clare led me away. As I passed Terry, who was now sucking the feet of another of the ladies, I noticed him glance in my direction with what appeared to be a look of envy on his face.

Clare wasted no time in stripping my clothes off, pausing only briefly to admire my underwear. "I wonder if Monica would consider selling you," She thought aloud, "Probably not, you're still a novelty to her, pity though I could use a new toy around here." She pulled a suitcase from under the bed and opened it to reveal an assortment of leather straps. Another suitcase contained what seemed to be rubber clothing, and yet another held assorted underwear including several wicked looking corsets.

Removing everything but my stockings, Clare selected one of the corsets - a red satin one - and laced it around my body pulling it in tightly. She attached my stockings to it then secured my wrists with leather cuffs and removed the rope. My feet were squeezed into shoes with 3" heels and Clare walked into the room to announce me. She told me to enter on a cue, which I did to delighted applause from those gathered. I was made to parade up and down while the ladies touched the clothing and asked various questions about it. One of them said she would like to buy it, to which Clare replied, "Make a note of your selections on the paper provided, I'll take your orders at the end of the show."

I was taken back to the bedroom and the corset was replaced by a fuller black model which pulled my waist in by about four inches. I was paraded with much the same reaction and I noted a couple of ladies writing what I assumed were orders for this model.

The final corset was one of the most evil I've ever seen, not that I've seen many. It was a full length leather job which pulled me in by about 6 or 7 inches, it was all I could do to breath and when I entered the room I was met by gasps of surprise and delight. As I passed Monica she whispered quietly, "Maybe I should get one of these for you Sammy." The look on my face amused everyone within earshot.

Next came the rubber wear, I was stripped naked and my legs were squeezed into long tight rubber stockings. They needed no support but I was still forced into a rubber roll-on and the straps were attached to the stockings. The roll-on was tight but felt quite comfortable compared with the almost total restriction of the corset. Clare then did the strangest thing. She began playing with my nipples, at first she just rolled them between her fingers, but then she sucked and nibbled them until they stood out.

This odd behaviour became clear when she picked up a rubber bra and fastened it into place. I call it a bra but it was more of a top about 6" wide. It had holes for my nipples to poke through and she attached nipple clamps, which bit into the flesh painfully. She ran a chain through the clamps and led me out by it.

I was again greeted by applause, and several of the ladies tugged on the chain to see how I would react. They appeared to gain great pleasure from my pained expression, though I wisely succeeded in keeping silent. Back in the bedroom I was stripped of all but the stockings. I let out an audible sigh of relief when the clamps were removed and Clare glared at me saying, "You should be pleased and grateful for all this attention, I don't want to hear anything but thanks from you, is that clear."

"Yes Madam Clare, thank you." I know it's weird, but I couldn't bring myself to call anyone Mistress except Monica. Anyway, Clare seemed satisfied with my response and the next article of clothing was produced.

It was the worst so far and took quite a while to fit. The garment in question was a rubber dress. I had to step into the skirt, which was then pulled up my legs until it reached half way up my thighs. To dress me in the top half, Clare had to release my wrists, she did so with no thought that I may try to escape, and strangely enough, it never occurred to me either. I pushed my arms into the sleeves, which ended in gloves so that when it was pulled back over my chest and zipped up at the back, I was enclosed in a sort of rubber sheath from my neck to my toes. My wrists were passed through loops at each side of the sheath and when these were pulled tight I was once more totally immobilised.

Clare told me to kneel, which I did with great difficulty, so tight was the sheath. Without warning, she pulled a rubber hood over my head and I could feel her attaching it in some way to the dress. The hood had holes for me to breathe through, both at the mouth and nose, but it was so tight that I was unable to speak. There was no eye holes so I was in total darkness and my hearing was greatly impaired, my only remaining, fully functional sense was that of smell, and the awful stench of rubber was turning my stomach.

I felt myself being dragged to my feet and I assume I was led back into the 'showroom'. The sensory depravation was frightening and although I was probably only enclosed in rubber for a relatively short time, I could feel the beginnings of panic as I was led back to the changing room and to my great - though silent - relief, the hood was removed.

When all the clothes, including the rubber stockings were peeled from my body I had a sense of freedom I'd never experienced before, as though it was necessary to be totally restrained in order to understand the lack of it.

The rest of the evening was devoted to various leather bondage items, arm and leg restraints, various gags and blindfolds, hoods, manacles, etcetera. Nothing however, came close to causing the fear and sense of loss that the rubber had done. My humiliation was complete, or so I thought, when Clare, at the urging of Monica, ordered me to eat the pussies of every woman who spent more than $100 on goods. Since every woman present ordered vast quantities of goods, I had to eat every one of them. And I can tell you, some of them had less than perfect ideas of bodily hygiene.

Eventually the evening came to an end and I was dressed in my own underwear again, and with some relief I prepared to leave. Unfortunately, while Clare was dressing me, Monica had disagreed with one of the women present. Apparently the woman had implied that Monica didn't have absolute control over me, and that the only reason I'd done what I'd done was because I received some kinky personal gratification out of it. I could have told her she couldn't be more wrong, but I knew I wouldn't be permitted, and anyway, why would the woman take my word for it.

Monica demanded she 'put up or shut up' by defying her to find something that Monica couldn't make me do. "All right, if he'll do anything you tell him, make him eat Terry." For the first time that night I spoke,

"NO please don't..." Monica spun on her heels and slapped me so hard, I fell onto some of the ladies who were sitting admiring their purchases.

"Get up, NOW." She demanded. I rose slowly to my feet, never have I seen a look in Monica’s eyes like that, either before or since that night. It was as close to total fury as I ever want to witness.

There was a look of victory on the other woman’s face and I thought for one terrible moment Monica was going to slap her as she had me. The woman was much bigger than Monica was and I felt sure she would injure her. Monica turned her attention back to me; there was a hushed silence in the room now as the ladies waited with eager anticipation for the outcome of this battle of wills.

In a measured tone Monica said, "You have 5 seconds to get over there and eat Terry." I hesitated and that was enough for Monica to turn and begin to leave. I started to follow but was stopped in my tracks by Monica’s next words. "Clare he's yours." Those three words struck absolute terror into me, not because of what Clare would do to me, but because I was about to lose Monica.

"No Mistress Monica, I'm sorry, I'll do anything but please don't leave me."

She paused at the door, then turning slowly she pointed to Terry, "You will eat him until I tell you to stop, is that clear."

"Yes Mistress," I replied eagerly as I raced over to the subject of all the upheaval.

"STOP, first I want you to beg me to beat you senseless for the worthless slave that you are, and I want you to tell her that I have absolute power over you." I did exactly as she commanded, as I knelt at the feet of the doubting woman, I could see the grudging admiration she now had for Monica, and despite the soul destroying humiliation I felt, I still had a feeling of pride for my Mistress.

Finally I crossed the room and knelt down in front of Terry, the look he gave me was one of pity and understanding, and as I took his still flaccid penis in my mouth, I was actually grateful to him for his sympathy. As I sucked him, his penis grew steadily in my mouth and was soon fully erect. I continued to suck and was quickly rewarded with his cum. I suspect he had been treated in much the same way I had judging from the short time it took him to cum. I continued sucking long after he'd finished and I knew it must be getting quite uncomfortable for him, but I didn't dare to stop without permission.

"That's enough, I think you may be starting to enjoy yourself." Monica stated to the delighted applause from those assembled, including the woman who had issued the challenge. Monica said her goodnight’s once again, then picked up my jeans, sweater and shoes and walked out, leaving me to follow in my underwear. I ran through the cold night air and quickly jumped into the car, my seatbelt was secured and we departed. Monica didn't say a word all the way home, and when we arrived she unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door for me to get out. Fortunately it was quite late and we arrived at the flat without meeting anyone. I raced in with relief and stood waiting for Monica to decide my fate.

Sitting in her favourite chair she casually extended her arm and pulled my panties down to my knees. As she gripped my prick, it sprang into almost instant erection, she ordered me to turn round, then freed my hands. "Play with yourself." She said with apparent indifference. I now knew better than to argue with her so I took hold of my erection and began pulling it. "Don't spill that everywhere, catch it in your hand." It only took a few pulls before I was shooting what seemed like gallons of cum into my cupped hand. I finally drained myself and was about to go into the bathroom and wash up when Monica offered incontrovertible evidence of her total dominance of me. "Eat it."

That final ignominy served to prove, what had never really been in doubt, I was in Monica’s total control, her dominance of me was absolute and I would never again be permitted to make a decision for myself. That was 2 years ago and things haven't really changed very much. For a while Monica found it necessary to beat me regularly, but now she only does it for pleasure, she never needs to punish me because, as she says, I'm the perfect slave.

THE END

 

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