Caught: Watching Porn

'I'm Going out.' She said, her tone frosty.

'Don't worry I won't get up to anything.' I could feel myself blushing even as I said it. That and a clench in my stomach.

'Damn right you won't. She said. 'Upstairs.'

I had little choice and reluctantly I preceded her up the stairs. I guessed she wanted to lecture me while she finished getting ready.

'Undress.' She said as I went into the bedroom. My spirits lifted. Perhaps she wanted a quickie to keep my hands from wandering.

I pulled off my top.

'All of it.'

I undid my jeans and slid them off along with my boxers.

Things had been difficult the last week. She'd come home to find me watching porn. I'd spent the last few nights in the spare bedroom.

'Hands behind your back.'

'What?' I turned slightly towards her.

'Do it.' She said with a tone of exasperation. 'I need to go in ten minutes.'

'Look. I'm sorry.' I said not for the first time.

'Not a sorry as you're going to be.' She looped something around my wrists and pulled it tight, tying it off with surprising skill.

'I thought this would be an appropriate way to keep you out of trouble.'

It was. The stuff I'd been watching was bondage.

'On the bed.'

'But...'.

'Just do it.'

I climbed up onto the bed on my knees and she pushed me into my side before using another piece of cord to tie my ankles. Then she rolled me over to face her.

'I don't fucking believe it.' She glared in horror at my stiffly erect cock. Then with an exasperated sigh grabbed hold of me and dragged me down the bed on my side.

When I say dragged I mean it literally. Jo is six feet tall, an athlete. She'd played women's rugby and netball at university. We'd met at the gym. She'd given up the rugby and just played netball now and worked out four times a week.

She took more cords and tied me on my side with my back to bed frame; cords around my biceps and my right thigh.

'That should stop you getting up to any funny business and maybe it will teach you a lesson too. Remind you what those women you were wanking over go through.'

She was right about not getting up to anything. There was no way to get to my cock like this. I was a little surprised by her comments about the models. I guess it wasn't really something I'd thought about. Mostly I just liked to think they enjoyed it though I guess at least some of them probably didn't. Jo wasn't usually an outspoken feminist but I most women those days are very much against objectification.

I lay looking up at her. God she was magnificent. Dressed tonight in a short blue dress and... fuck me... she was wearing stockings. The view from down here was great. I could see her knickers; blue ones to match her dress.

Thinking about it, I realised she was way more dressed up than usual. I tried to remember where she'd said she was going and what time she might be back. I didn't think it was a good time to ask.

'You'll be needing these too.' She said and without another word slid out of her knickers. She held them in front of my face.

'Open up.' She said.

'What?'

'It's what you like isn't it.' There was a glint in her eye like the one she had when she knew she was about to win an argument. 'You fantasise women being gagged with a pair of knickers.'

I was going to protest. I actually I preferred ball gags and muzzles, especially head harnesses but knew I wasn't in a position to argue so I opened my mouth and took my medicine. A pair of blue satin knickers that tasted of her which she tied in place with a spare stocking.

'Most appropriate.' She said. 'Now don't get up to anything while I'm gone.'

And then she was gone. I heard her feet on the stairs and then the click of heels on the hall floor before the front door clicked shut behind her.

I lay there trying to take it all in; what had just happened? Without thinking I found myself pressing my tongue against my gag. The knickers tasted of her and I could feel them already wet from my saliva. It occurred to me that she hadn't put another pair on before leaving the house.

I knew my cock was rigid.

I struggled briefly but she'd done a pretty good job and I was concerned that if I did manage to escape I'd be in even more hot water.

So I lay there. In any other situation I'd have probably enjoyed it. My wife had just tied me up and gagged me with her knickers. My cock certainly seemed to see it that way. I'd always been into bondage and like most people in that situation I'd tied myself up more than once.

*

I'd fantasised about tying Jo up when we'd first met. Then when we had become serous I'd decided it was best not to do anything to rock the boat. I'd thus suppressed the urge and since we'd been married hadn't done any self bondage. I'd not done any bondage porn either. I hadn't needed to. The sex had been great and, although I thought about it sometimes, usually as we were fucking it really hadn't bothered me.

Or so I thought

Then last Monday she'd been out and after two years on the wagon I fell off big time. I'd been half watching a crime show and this girl had ended up in a basement bound and gagged. I really wasn't sure why but it just sort of stirred something in me. Well, something attached to me anyway. I'd pulled out my phone thinking there couldn't be any harm in looking at a few pictures. Before I knew it I had the laptop out and was scrolling one vid after another. It had become a bit of a frenzy. I'd got a beer and then another - that had been my mistake.

I'd fallen asleep.

And that's how she'd found me. I guess she'd woken me when she came in but I hadn't registered and she'd been watching over my shoulder as I drooled over a video about a pert little blonde with a pixie cut who looked barely old enough to appear in anything so sordid getting herself into hot water with a guy trying to sell her drugs. She started off being yanked up on her toes but a rope round her neck and her hands tied then the guy strapped her down on her knees with leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and a collar round her neck before working over her sex with a cane. At some point she ended up in the leather muzzle and I'm pretty sure he shoved a butt plug into her. The way he worked on her sex was really brutal. You could see it swelling as he continued to beat it before forcing her to cum for him with one of those Hitachi style vibrators they always use. I think I knew deep down her tears were genuine.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jo gave a slight cough behind me. In my defence this sort of stuff was nothing like I'd have normally watched before. I was much more into pretty girls being tied and teased; vintage bondage I think is the tag they use but not that night. I'd really gone to town and Jo now had my whole browsing history, search terms, the lot.

I was well and truly screwed.

She didn't say much. Just held her hand out for the laptop like a schoolteacher who'd just caught a kid with a cheat sheet.

I handed it over and she went upstairs. I followed but she shut the bedroom door behind her.

'You know where the spare room is.' Was all she'd said.

*

That first night she tied me, she came back earlier than I'd expected but even so I was already stiff and quite cold. Any novelty of having her knickers in my mouth had worn off too. She untied me and I looked at her hopefully. I knew I was a sad sight standing there limp with my mouth full of sodden underwear.

'Oh no. You've spent quite long enough in this bed tonight.'

I didn't argue.

She tied me again the next evening. Thursday was netball practice. I love to see her in kit. She has a great body and the sports bras she wears make her breasts so firm. That little skirt and tight green knickers do it for me every time too.

This time she put me on back spread eagle and then produced a ring gag. I looked up at her, shocked. She must have been planning this and I think I saw the flicker of a smile. It was surprisingly uncomfortable but what could I do?

'I'm always horny when I've been to training.' She said standing over me and crossing her arms over those magnificent breasts. 'If you're lucky, I might have a use for you.'

We hadn't had sex for over a week so i guessed she was feeling the need too. I really couldn't stop my cock twitching and she rolled her eyes turning away and walking out of the bedroom. I guessed this was my lot for the evening but I was wrong. I saw her bend over the washing bin and I had a feeling I knew what was coming. It didn't stop me enjoying the view though, that little triangle of green material stretching over those lovely firm tanned buttocks and the back of those gorgeous thighs. Her tan wasn't all over but there was no risk of tan lines down there, the bikini briefs she'd worn on holiday had been little more than a thong. The top hadn't covered very much more either, being mostly strings that supported more string round her breasts with little triangles of material covering her nipples. Not that she'd worn it much, the beach had been topless and she'd ostentatiously discarded it after a few minutes then insisted I rub sun cream into her nipples far more frequently than anyone would have thought might be needed.

The knickers she held up were black and lacy. They were quite skimpy too. The sort she sometimes wore in the bedroom for me along with stockings and suspenders. It was a bit surprising they were in the wash. It meant she must have worn them to work. I'd not seen her go out and she'd been in her kit when I'd got home.

'I wore them specially.' She said coming back into the bedroom. I know you like them. Bending down she stretched them over my face so the gusset was over my mouth and nose. 'And tomorrow you'll have these.' She lifted her little skirt and flashed her green sports knickers. I can assure you they'll be really sweaty.

I looked up at her, helpless. My mouth stretched wide round the gag. I could see the lacy trim of the knickers fluttering as I breathed. It was desperately humiliating and I felt myself beginning to blush.

'Oh. I nearly forgot.' She said reaching over to the side of the bed. 'I bought you another present.'

What the fuck?

She was holding a pair of nipple clamps.

'Don't worry. They won't do any harm. I wore them to work today to make sure they'll be no lasting damage.'

There must have been something in my expression because she laughed.

'I want to make you sufffer but I don't want to maim you.'

That was positive at least.

'Shame there isn't much to clip them to.' She said teasingly rubbing one of the little rubber clips over my nipple. 'Perhaps this will help.' She bent down and gently bit my left nipple pulling back and stretching it.

'Much better.' She said releasing it and attaching the clamp.

She used her nails on the other one making me gasp.

'You know I wish you'd told me how into them you were.' She said attaching the second clamp. 'It was quite distracting wearing them at the office.' She smiled wickedly. 'But then you can probably tell that from the state of my knickers.'

I lay looking up at her barely able to process what she was saying.

'Be good.' She said, her tone almost playful. Then she stood up and left me to it.

*

I tried not to enjoy it but I just couldn't help it. I was rock hard. I'd just been tied to the bed by my hot wife who'd gagged me and put clamps on my nipples. When I'd done a lot of self bondage, nipple clamps had been the thing I'd fantasised about most aside from being really genuinely helpless. The thought of having someone else have such uncontrolled access to my body terrified and thrilled me. I'd read about ice releases and timers and using a phone to make keys fall but I'd never actually had the nerve to do it or even the opportunity.

Now I had exactly what I wanted though I wished the circumstances were different. It was very frustrating. Not that I would have dared cum even if I could. That would have been the nail in the coffin. But I really was helpless. She'd used cord this time looped around my wrists and the knots were completely out of reach tied to the legs of the bed. How had she managed this? I knew, of course, Jo was nothing if not thorough. She'd probably spent half that first night reviewing what I'd done then the next couple of days planning what to do.

*

Again, she came back earlier than expected. Though I had been there spread on the bed for nearly three hours with clamps on my nipples and the ring gag in my mouth. I was less stiff than the night before but I was a bit cold. The worse bit was my jaw which was really aching.

Jo was still in her netball kit which was clearly soaked with sweat. I lay watching her strip it off: the dress, the sports bra, the knickers. She waved them in my face.

'Specially for you.' She said. 'I'll put them in a plastic bag for tomorrow to keep them fresh.'

She sat on the bed.

'How are the nipples?'

To be honest I could easily have forgotten I had the clamps on until she picked up the chain and tugged on them.

'You know I'm always horny after netball.' She said with a smile. 'And there's no point in having my husband tied to the bed like a sex toy if I'm not going to use him.'

She pulled the black lacy knickers off my face and tossed them aside. Then she straddled me.

'Better do a good job.' She said lowering her hot salty pussy into my face. 'There's a lot riding on this for you.'

It turns out despite the fantasies it's really hard to give a girl a good tonguing with a ring gag in your mouth. It certainly wasn't that I didn't try. Normally I'm pretty good, at least that's what Jo usually says, but then she usually climbs astride my cock to finish off so perhaps I'm not quite as good as I thought.

Eventually she gave up sliding off me with a sigh of frustration.

'I'll just have to use this I guess.' She said giving my cock a squeeze. Once again it was completely rigid and drooling. I'm not submissive. I'm really not but, hell, you can see why it might be behaving this way.

I could do nothing and didn't even want to try as she carefully spread her pussy and lowered herself onto my shaft.

'Perhaps I'd better buy you a penis gag.' She said. There was a definite edge to her voice and a flush on her cheeks. It was clear she was really turned on by this.

'You'd better not let me down.' She said. 'And I expect you to ask before you cum.'

It was just as well she was nearly there. I did all I could to hold on including shutting my eyes and trying to think of anything other than the fact she had me tied to the bed and Jo was sitting astride me playing with her tits and fingering her clit.

Her orgasm was clearly a good one and the relaxation of her pussy just about saved me. I lay frustrated but also relieved watching as she came back down to earth.

'I expect you want a turn now.' She said looking down at me and squeezing my cock with her internal muscles.

'Ech!' I said nodding.

'Pity.' She said sliding off me. 'But at least you get to spend the night in our bed.'

With a wicked smile she removed my nipple clamps them my gag, both surprisingly painful. I could only watch as she took herself off to the spare room.

*

It turns out her bondage really was secure.

About 3am I woke up with a very full bladder. I tried to hold on but by 4am it felt like it was about the burst. It really was time to get out. I tried. I really tried but fifteen minutes later I was just as helpless as before and I had rope burns on my wrists and ankles.

There was nothing else to do. I certainly wasn't going to wet the bed. I called out, quietly at first then a little louder. Finally I just shouted and tried to rattle the bed.

When she did hear me she came in very quickly and I thought looked concerned despite the sleepy expression. Her morning look was never the best and she looked now very much as if I'd just woken her up.

For a moment I was relieved at the apparent concern but then I thought her expression hardened when she realised I wasn't dying. This couldn't be good.

'I'm sorry.' I said. I Really meant it. 'I really need to pee.'

She rolled her eyes.

'I'd make you beg.' She said running a hand through her tangled hair. 'But not at this time in the morning'. She bent to untie my right wrist. Then she stopped.

'Actually I will make you beg.'

'Please'. I said miserably. I really needed to pee and I was cold.

'Please Mistress'. She said

I looked at her in astonishment.

'Say it.' She said.

'Please Mistress.' It's just as well it was quite dark or she'd have seen me blush.

*

By Friday night this was almost seeming normal and when she told me to go upstairs I didn't argue. She was going out with her netball friends and was already dressed up when I got home. After ordering me to strip she had me bend over at foot of bed spreading my legs and then stretching my arms to the top corners of the bed. My wrists and ankles were still sore and the ropes seemed to chafe immediately. She used the nipple clamps again too dangling a padlock from the chain between them. I'd noticed during the day that my nipples were bruised. Then there were the promised knickers still sodden and stale from her training the night before.

At least I thought as she put in her earrings she was wearing knickers which was fortunate as the skirt really was short. She was wearing stockings too. I guessed it was going to be a late night.

*

She was much later back. And had clearly been drinking. My arms and legs and my back ached. And while I hadn't minded the nipple clamps the night before, having to take their weight and the swinging padlock had taken its toll tonight.

'I'm going to punish you.' She said as she came into the bedroom. I'm sure you can relate to that.

She was gorgeous and there was something about her determination and the flush in her cheeks that excited me too but I really wanted her to untie me even if she sent me to the spare room. I was a little anxious about this talk of punishment and the slight slur in her voice too.

'I've got another surprise.' She said going to the wardrobe. She was still in her heels and she seemed to wobble slightly.

And there is was, a whip. The sort that they use riding horses.

She stepped round behind me.

*

It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be but it still bloody hurt. She hit me once, twice, three times. I was glad of the gag.

'You know what really fucking hurts.' She said landing the crop again. 'Is that you were wanking over those other women rather than fantisising over me.'

There was anger in her voice but upset too. She struck me really hard and I tried not to scream. When she finally stopped I was nearly crying with the pain.

I got that she was pissed and that I deserved this. I remembered that in at least two of the videos I'd watched the girls had been reduce to tears by what was being done to them. There was a girl locked in some sort of cage wearing this rubber bodice being caned until the skin of her bottom blistered.

I was breathing hard.

'Let's get that gag out.'I thought there might be a degree of sympathy in her voice. Having her knickers in my mouth hadn't been that bad but they were sodden and stale.

'Thank you.' I said as she removed them.

'Thank you Mistress.' She corrected.

'Jo...'

She snatched up the whip and slashed it down even harder than before.

'Mistress Jo...'. She shouted. 'And you don't have permission to speak. Do you understand?'

I kept silent and she struck me again.

'Do you understand?' There was a hint of hysteria in her voice.

'Yes Mistress.'

'Good 'cos I'm this fucking close to throwing you out!' She held her thumb and finger out to show me. 'Now.' She said. 'I'm going to untie your hands. And you'd better not bloody try anything.'

'Yes Mistress.'

She released my left wrist and walked round the bed to release my right.

'Stand up and put your hands behind your head.' Her voice was calmer now. More determined.

I straightened gratefully wincing at the pull of the padlock still hanging from my nipples. I winced again as I lifted my hands behind my head.

'Good boy.' She gave me the hint of a self satisfied smile and to my relief tossed the whip onto the bed.

Then she undressed. I'd not seen the grey lingerie she was wearing before. It was very fine, a lattice of thin ribbons holding gossamer thin tiny sheer triangles over her nipples and sex. The suspender belt was little more than a ribbon either with long elegant strips sewn to the top of the stockings. It looked like something more for the bedroom than to be worn as underwear.

'All this could have been yours.' She said sliding out of the knickers and waving them in front of me. 'I bet you'd have enjoyed pulling them off with your teeth.'

She dropped the knickers on the bed.

'Let's get these off shall we?' She reached for my nipple clamps and I flinched away.

'They can stay on if you prefer.'

I didn't but I really wasn't sure I wanted her taking them off either.

She reached out again and she undid one of the clamps. I let out a small squeal trying to avoid her gaze. I was more stoical for the second one.

'You're such a wimp' She said. 'I wore them all day on Wednesday'

'What?' She said as I looked at her.

'Nothing Mistress.'

'Good boy. You're learning. They look sore though'. She licked her finger and ran it over my right nipple.

'Still at least you know what it's like now.'

There was a slight smile on her face and she bent forward and blew. I flinched again.

'Keep those hands up'. She warned teasing my other nipple.

'And it's not as if you're not enjoying it'

Once again my cock was rigid.

'But then you didn't get to cum last night did you.' She stepped behind me. 'Would you like me to make you cum now?' She pressed herself against me, her arms encircling me. I could feel her breasts against my back and the heat of her thighs against my burning buttocks. I tried not to look down as she took hold of my cock in one hand and cupped my balls in the other.

'Would you?' She squeezed my balls and gently pulled on my cock.

'Yes.' I whispered. 'Yes, Mistress.'

'You're learning.' She said squeezing and milking. 'You know having you as my sex slave does make me fucking hot.' She whispered pressing herself harder against me.

'Yes Mistress'

I was glad I'd saved myself. I could have finished myself off after she'd freed me from the bed in the morning. I could have done it at work but after Monday night I felt guilty enough and I'd abstained. Hoping I suppose that doing so would prove I was genuinely remorseful. She couldn't have known of course so I'd only been proving it to myself.

Then she stopped.

'Too easy.' She said nudging me with her hip so I toppled forwards and had to drop my hands.

I groaned. I'd been really close.

'Do a better job with your tongue tonight and I might think about it.' She said.

She crouched down and freed my ankles.

'Now go and empty that peanut bladder of yours. Then you have a choice. You can crawl back in here on all fours and ask me to tie you up for the night or you can slink off to the spare room'

It really wasn't much of a choice. I relieved myself, brushed my teeth and then dropped to my hands and knees to crawl back to her.

'Well?' She asked

'Your slave humbly begs to be tied for the night.' I said. 'Mistress.'

'Alright, hands behind your back'

I straightened up turning on my knees and put my hands behind me. She tied them quickly. 'These wrists are getting a bit sore too' She said as she cinched the ropes tight. 'Perhaps I'd better get some manacles for you.'

It seemed she wasn't going to let this go but at least she hadn't kicked me out and it looked like I might even get a night in bed with her. Things were looking up. There were worse humiliations than having to call her mistress. In fact I found I quite liked it.

'I've bought you another present.' She said.

'Mistress is very generous' I said my heart sinking.

'She is, isn't she'. She held something leather in front of me. It was a gimp mask. 'I thought an object lesson in objectification was in order'. She pulled it over my face and began to lace it up, pulling it tight and then tightening the straps. She finished with the one round my neck and I'm sure I heard the click of a padlock.

'Up on the bed.' I felt a pull at my neck and guessed there was a D-ring on the front she was pulling.

I climbed up into the bed on my knees and she began to tie my ankles.

*

It was clear she wanted to be in complete control and I wasn't going to argue as she guided my mouth to her nipple.

'The rules are simple' she said as I licked and then suckled and then nibbled in the way she liked. 'Please me and junior here gets a little release.' She squeezed my cock. 'Let me down or try anything on and you spend the night in a hogtie with the nipple clamps back on. And if you're really bad I'll dig out my old butt plug as a further treat for you.'

Butt plug? How long had my wife had a butt plug?

I kissed and licked and nibbled wherever I was expected to do so and also in a few places I wasn't. She loves her neck being kissed and it was clear she enjoyed that but when I tried to come over her jaw onto her cheek she stopped me.

'Oh no. I don't kiss slaves on the mouth.'

I froze for a moment and I know she felt it, but being a slave to Jo was better than being on my own so I carried on trying to please her and went down to her belly before exploring between her legs. I'd done it in the dark often enough but never quite like this.

There was a bit of instruction. 'A little lower... a little harder... gently'. There was also a bit of 'Mmm... good boy'.

I was clearly doing a better job this time and she didn't need anything phallic.

After she came, she lay for a while and I hoped she'd remember her side of the bargain. Lying there with my hands bound, hooded with my tongue in her pussy had been frighteningly arousing and on a couple of occasions I'd almost ejaculated before I could stop myself.

'Good boy'. She said patting my thigh.

Then I felt her groping for my cock.

'You too.' She said squeezing it gently.

Her hand slid up and down it and I felt her roll over. For an exciting moment I thought she was about to give me a blow job or perhaps mount me but she just used her hand, teasing me gently until I came.

'My my. You really did need that didn't you'

'Thank you Mistress'. I said as humbly as I could.

'You're still not sharing this bed.' She said. 'Though you should know that having my own personal sex slave is still making me fucking hot.'

Then she Kicked me onto floor.

*

I was still tied when I woke in the morning. I remembered it was Saturday. I could hear her moving round the bedroom.

'Jo.'

There was a pause.

'Does my sex slave request permission to speak.'

'Yes'.

'And does he know how his mistress should be addressed'

I sighed inwardly.

'Yes Mistress'

'Good. You've earned one demerit so far so let's try to get through the day without any more shall we?'

'Yes Mistress.'

She came over and untied my ankles. I thought she might release me fully but she simply lead me to the bathroom still in the hood and with my hands tied behind me 'Sit' she said pushing my cock down. 'You'd better pee while you have the chance.' I sat and relieved myself.

'Good boy.' She said. 'Now come along'.

There was a tug on my neck. She'd obviously attached some sort of lead.

She guided my down the stairs and made me kneel on the kitchen floor while she made breakfast.

'Jo'

I heard the snap of a knife blade on the chopping board and winced.

'That's Mistress Jo to you slave boy.' She said forcefully. 'And that's two demerits'.

'Mistress Jo. How long are you going to keep me like this?'

'Until I decide whether to keep you as my sex slave or throw you out.'

*

She fed me some cereal and I knelt there while she enjoyed coffee and toast then she untied me. It was quite a relief. My arms had been tied behind my back for around eight hours and my shoulders were stiff. My wrists were sore too.

'I have to go shopping.' She said. 'While I'm gone you can do the housework like a good little slave.'

I felt her fiddling with the hood and she lifted the blindfold away from my eyes. Everything seemed suddenly very bright but as my vision cleared there we was 'mistress' Jo in her tight leather trousers and knee high boots with their 4 inch heels. She was wearing a tight cream sweater too with just the hint of a black bra underneath. All way too sexy for a Saturday morning at the supermarket. She seemed to realise I'd notice and was looking at her and I think she smiled a little pleased that I'd noticed.

'You'll be wearing these.' She said. She was holding up a pair of frilly white knickers.

'Jo... Mistress.' I wanted to argue.

'Don't make me give you another demerit.' She warned.

I thought of the whip and bowed my head as she came behind my and untied my wrists then she held out the knickers. Still on my knees, I put them on awkwardly glad that the hood would hide most of my blush.

'I'll know if you get sidetracked.' She warned taking up her bag and her keys.

'I won't'. I assured her.

'You're damn right you bloody won't.' She warned as the door shut behind her.

*

It should have been embarrassing but there was nobody else there and I actually don't mind doing my share of the housework. Besides, who wouldn't want to do the housework wearing a gimp mask and a pair of their wife's knickers.

When she came home she finally released me from the hood and we ate lunch. The only difference from normal was that I was still wearing just her knickers. This was more humiliating than the cleaning as she was there to see my humiliation but I guessed that was the idea. I didn't argue figuring she was seeing how far she could push me, a view that was probably confirmed when she handed me a brown paper bag after lunch.

'This is for you.'

'Another gift Mistress?' I said with the barest hint of sarcasm. I saw her eyes narrow but she didn't rise to it.

I opened the bag recognising the smell of leather as I did so. Inside was a collar. Black leather about two and a half inches wide, quite thick and, naturally, fitted with several rings that could clear be used to restrain or lead a slave.

'This is to remind you who's in charge here.' She said. 'Put it on.'

This actually made me blush. Stirring some memory perhaps of the days when I was into self bondage and fantasised about being collared. I placed it around my neck buckling it in place and then locking it with the padlock she handed me. I just hoped she didn't expect me to go to work on Monday wearing it.

Then we got to work decorating the hall as planned.

To be fair to her, she stripped to her underwear too which was more than a little distracting. Although it wasn't the first time she'd done it. Just before we moved in together we did some painting and she'd only had the clothes she was standing up in.

That afternoon had been way more distracting and we'd stopped to have sex twice. Not this time though.

*

She let me dress after we'd finished and sent me out for our usual Saturday evening take away. Though I was still wearing the collar I don't know if she noticed me picking up a scarf. I still had her knickers on too under my jeans.

We sat on the sofa and ate together. It was almost like old times and I wondered if things were beginning to move back to normal.

I was so wrong.

'I think it's time for another lesson.' She said when we'd finished eating. 'In misogyny and objectification.'

I wanted to protest but then I thought of some of the stuff she would have seen from my search history that night. Like I say it wasn't what I used to like but it had been so long and one thing had lead to another. Some of the stuff had been pretty brutal.

I knew my place and I felt that, perhaps, if I did as she told me, she might come around.

'Yes Mistress.'

She lead me to the landing where I could see two blocks of wood positioned under the loft hatch.

Oh fuck. It thought. I was pretty sure which way this was going.

Strip she said.

I obeyed and she opened the hatch letting some. Ropes fall down. She'd obviously set this up while I'd been out getting the takeaway.

'Turn around.'

I obeyed and she tied my wrists.

'Up on the blocks.'

They were about four inches across and maybe six inches long. Not quite big enough to stand on easily.

'Jo...'. I was actually frightened.

'I told you. It's Mistress Jo you worthless slut.' She sounded really angry.

'Alright, Mistress Jo...'

'Get up there'. She said with genuine menace in her voice. 'You must know that with your hands tied I can make you do it anyway.'

'Now come on...' I protested.

She put one hand in my hair and the on my balls. 'Don't make me give you another demerit, Slave.'

She forced me up on the blocks and as I stood trembling threaded a cord through one of the rings at the back of my collar. Then she pulled it tight and I had to go up onto my toes.

'Jo please.' I struggled to keep my balance feeling the collar squeezing my neck.

'So it's ok for this to happen to the women you wank over but not to you?'

I could hear the anger in her voice but I could also see the hurt in her expression.

'You either fucking take your punishment or you can get out tonight.'

I looked at her. She was dressed again in the leather trousers and tight white sweater. She'd showered while I'd been out and done her hair and make up. I'd been excited to see her like this when I'd come in.

'What's it to be?'

She really was magnificent and she was my wife but this was way beyond any of the humiliations and punishments she'd used so far. What could I say, I loved her.

'Yes Mistress.' I said. 'I should be punished.'

'Damn right.' Her anger seemed to fade and she flashed me a smile. 'Good choice.' She gave my balls a squeeze and my cock responded. 'If somewhat predictable.'

She'd clearly been planning the next bit but then she'd clearly been planning all of this.

She began with a string round my balls to which she added a weight. The blocks were about a foot apart and the weight had plenty of room to swing between my legs. Another good reason along with not strangling myself to keep as still as possible.

A ball gag followed and I wondered where she'd been getting all these sex toys.

Then she stood in front of me with the whip.

'I don't think this is as satisfying as giving you a set of breasts and whipping them.' She said. 'I really don't think men understand what a pain having breasts can be.' She struck my right nipple a stinging slap that made me wobble, the weight between my legs tugging on my balls and the collar tightening around my neck. 'Especially when you're premenstrual and they ache all the time.' She struck my right nipple again. 'And no. This isn't me taking out my PMT on you. You deserve this.' My left nipple took a turn. 'I had my period last weekend not so you would have noticed.' My left nipple again. 'This is me being horny. I'm about to ovulate. Think of this as a mating ritual.'

She continued to punish me slapping my nipples repeatedly. The blows weren't hard. Certainly nothing like when she's whipped my buttocks but by the end my chest was red and my nipples ached.

I can't say I enjoyed it half choking, cramps I my legs as I struggled to stay upright with my arms bound, the weight pulling on my balls but the experience was softened by knowing who was doing this to me, by surreptitious glances at my gorgeous wife in her tight jumper and leather trousers.

The nipple clamps when she applied them did make me cry out and I was glad there was no weight on them this time.

'How long do you think you can manage?' She said walking round me. 'A couple of hours.'

'Nggg Mgsh.' I really didn't want to stay like this. Certainly not if she was going

To leave me like this.

'Alright. It does seem a little cruel.' She undid the rope from my collar but then looped it through my bound wrists and pulled them up forcing me to bend over and the weight on my balls yo swing wildly.

'Ugghhh.'

'A little higher I think'. She pulled my wrists up higher and I nearly fell off the blocks.

'Uggh.'

'You'll get no sympathy from me.' She said hitting me on the buttocks with the whip. 'Two demerits. Two hours.'

'Bggg'. I tried to say please but all that came out was a garbled sound and a load of saliva.

'Try not to dribble on the carpet.' She said putting the whip down.

'Bgg Mgsh'.

'Oh. I nearly forgot'. She hung the padlock on the chain between my nipple clamps.

'Ugghh'

Then she left me and went downstairs.

*

The next two hours were possibly the longest of my life. It was impossible to stand still and every movement made the weight on my nipple clamps swing until I was sure my nipples would ever be the same again. The weight on my balls was the probably the least of my worries. After a while the strain on my shoulders was almost unbearable and I kept getting cramps in my legs where I was forced to go up on my toes. I fell off the blocks several times adding to the pain. Several times I thought about calling out and begging her to let me go.

*

Eventually she came back upstairs.

'I'm off to bed.' She said pulling off her jumper to reveal her black bra.

I looked at her, once more a humiliated mess, naked and drooling round my gag.

'Bggj'. I said. 'Bggj Mgdzz'.

'Alright.' She said after a moment. 'I'll let you down.'

Then without warning, She reached out and undid my nipple clamps.

I literally screamed, jerking back and falling off the blocks. The jerk on my balls was agonising and my shoulders felt like they were about to dislocate.

I just hung there whimpering.

'Tough isn't it?'

I nodded meekly. 'Ezj'

'Just making sure you know.'

She released the weight from my balls and then undid the knot holding my arms up behind me but didn't untie my wrists.

'Jang u.' I said crumpling to my knees. 'Mzjdjj'. I added quickly.

She stood behind me and undid my gag. That bloody hurt too, my jaw moving for the first time in two hours.

'I'm sorry, Mistress.' I said shaking and trying not to cry.

'I'm glad to hear it.' She said. 'Now go and relieve yourself. I don't want to be getting up in the night 'cos you can't hold on.'

'Yes, Mistress.' I began to crawl towards the bedroom.

'And if you're a good boy I'll clean your teeth for you.'

I sat on the loo and peed then knelt waiting for her. She came in a few moments later with the gimp mask. I didn't complain as she stood behind me and brushed my teeth then she pulled the hood over my head. I did whimper when she gagged me but only because of the way it stretched my jaw. It was the ball again.

'Come on.' She said pulling on my collar.

I crawled after her and lay down at the bottom on the bed where she crossed and tied my ankles.

*

I lay there on my side completely helpless again. My shoulders ached but not as badly as before. I tried rolling onto my front at one stage but that really hurt my nipples so I went back on my side.

I could hear her moving round in the bed but couldn't tell what she was doing. Then I heard it. She was using her vibrator. I could hear it buzzing.

'Mmm...' She said. 'That feels good.'

I forced myself not to respond.

'I do like these nipple clamps.' She said after a few minutes. 'I should thank you for introducing me to them. They really turn me on. Mmm. Clipping them to my big hard nipples.'

I could hear her panting.

'If only there was some decent cock in this room. Just as well I've got a nice big dildo here. I might use my butt plug too.'

I heard the draw of her bedside table move.

'Ooohh, yes. That's sooo good. It's so big. It's Just as well I'm really wet down here. It slips in so easily. And this one. Oh yes. That's really tight. Oh god yes. I just so love being plugged at the back and the front.'

I heard the buzz of the vibrator against something hard.

'Oh fuck.' She said. 'I thinks it's going to be a big one. Oh fuck yes. Yes, yes, yes...'

There might have some theatrics for my benefit but I was pretty sure the orgasm was genuine enough.

*

I spent an uncomfortable night bound and gagged and my entire body was aching when she untied me in one Sunday morning. She didn't take my hood off or remove my gag, she just fixed some sort of lead to my collar and lead me downstairs. She fed me breakfast in a bowl on the floor.

'Put out your tongue.' She said removing my gag. 'Don't use your hands or I'll tie you up again.

'Yes, Mistress.'

I was thirsty and in pain and I did as I was told, still hooded, eating some cereal. After I'd eaten she gagged me again.

She didn't tie me but what could I do. I was naked, hooded and gagged. I assumed she was reading the papers as she liked to do on a Sunday morning. I just knelt there unsure what to do.

After some time I heard her walk past and sit on the sofa.

'Slave.' She said. 'Come here.'

I turned my head towards her and crawled towards her voice.

'So obedient.' She said.

I felt her reach round to undo my gag.

'I've got something else for you to eat.'

She pulled me towards her. I envisioned her sitting there with her legs spread and opened my mouth. Something slid between my lips then brushed my tongue. Then it hit the back of my throat.

I gagged and tried to pull back but she held on to me.

'Keep your hands down.'

There was something rigid in my mouth. Something phallic.

'You'd better give it a good suck.' Jo said. 'You'll want it well lubricated.'

'Ggh'. I tried to spit it out but she clamped a hand over my face.

'Disobey me and I'll string you up again and whip you til you bleed.'

I almost did. I was getting tired of this. My whole body was sore. She'd humiliated me, tortured me, kept me in bondage all night.

But I probably deserved it and if I could just hang in there I guessed she'd probably give me a break. I clamped my mouth shut holding onto what I guessed was her butt plug.

At least she'd washed it.

Slap. The whip Came down on my buttocks.

'I said suck it, wimp.' She said. 'I want to see you give fellatio'

It was no more than the girl in the video had been forced to do as her sex was repeatedly whipped. I think she'd ended up taking a butt plug too but it was all getting a bit hazy.

She whipped me half a dozen times as I knelt there sucking the plug.

'I'd say your technique was pretty poor.' She said. 'But maybe I'm not the best one to judge.'

She'd given me a blow job a few times and had been quite good at it but then she hadn't just had a piece of rubber stuffed in her mouth.

'Come on.' She took hold of it. 'Let me see you do it properly.' She pulled it a little way out of my mouth. 'Perhaps you need to imagine you're a hot little co-ed or whatever they call them on your knees in front of a guy with a big dick and a cattle prod.'

I slid my mouth onto the plug glad to be wearing the hood to cover my blushes.

'Use your tongue.' She chided. 'There's a good girl.'

I licked at it tilting my head to run along the side of it.

'Good. Now the other side.'

'And let me see you deepthroat.'

I tried not to gag.

'Good girl.' She pushed the thing into the back of my throat making me retch.

'Lucky for you it's not spurting spunk.'

She removed it and pushed my head down. The next thing I knew she was pushing it inside me, forcing it through my sphincter. It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't that bad either.

'Now let's give you a chance to enjoy it. Hands behind your back.'

I groaned but complied and she tied my wrists again.

'These are getting sore.' She said. 'I'm going to have to find some other way to restrain you.'

I didn't comment and, a moment later, she pushed some cloth into my mouth.

'It's my knickers from yesterday. I imagine they're quite dirty after all that work in the afternoon. And you'll be pleased to know I wiped them across my pussy when I had a wank last night. I'd hate for you to miss out.'

She tied the knickers in place. It least they were more comfortable than the ball gag.

Then she guided me over onto my side and crossed and tied my ankles so my knees were spread then she ran a rope up to my collar so I was bent in half with my head down by my knees and my butt stuck out.

And that's how she left me for the next couple of hours although she did lift me up at one point which meant I was sitting right on the butt plug.

*

At bedtime she told me I could come to the bedroom but I was going to spend the night on the floor tied up again.

By that stage I was getting used to it so I went to the bathroom then let her tie my hands before she put my gimp mask back on and gagged me again.

'It will be a rush in the morning so I'm doing this now.' She said as I lay at the bottom of the bed with the butt plug still inside me.

Then she touched my cock and I couldn't help smiling. Being kept like this might be worth it if she was going to do this to me. My cock stirred and she squeezed it hard. It didn't feel like she was playing with me in a way I wanted her to. I couldn't see what she was doing but it felt as if something was being slid onto my cock.

Fuck! Some sort of chastity cage.

I heard a lock click and when she squeezed my balls and my cock swelled. Only it didn't. Something stopped it.

'I haven't forgiven you but you really should know how horny it makes me knowing that you're lying the naked and helpless.'

Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound

'And I'm letting you know you're getting the nipple clamps when I'm done. '

It occurred to me that if she was clearly allowed to masturbate then why not me. My cock strained against the chastity cage in frustration but I decided not to protest. I was, of course, still gagged. She was still angry with me and I could see her point.

Lying on the floor I listened to her moaning as she worked herself to orgasm again with the vibrator. When it came her orgasm was loud.

She didn't forget the nipple clamps.

'I really should thank you for getting me to try these.' She said.

*

She came down to breakfast in black polo neck, short leather skirt and shiny boots. She'd released me just before she'd gone into the shower and I was sitting at the kitchen table in my dressing gown nursing a mug of coffee.

'Let's just remind ourselves of the ground rules shall we?' she said.

I nodded. I needed a shower too and to get ready for work but I wasn't going to argue.

She looked at me expectantly.

'I can't hear you.'

'Yes Mistress.' I felt my cheeks colour.

'Better.' She frowned. 'But I don't recall giving you permission to dress or to sit at the table.'

It was almost too much; there she was beautiful, in that tight black top, her make up perfect, hair drawn back and here I was, looking a wreck in my collar and chastity cage. I wanted to argue but the thought of losing her terrified me and there was something that excited me about the way she was treating me.

'I'm sorry, Mistress.' I slid onto the floor shedding my dressing gown, kneeling at her feet.

'My boots need cleaning and you are my slave.' She said.

What else could I do. I bent down and licked her boots.

*

She did let me take the collar off before she went to but not the chastity cage.

It was a frustrating day. Thinking of some of the things she'd done to me started to get me hard and then I found I couldn't which made me want even more to get hard.

She was waiting when I got home, sitting on the stairs still in her work clothes, that tight top and the short leather skirt and those boots I'd licked clean. She has gorgeous legs. My collar was beside her. She was holding the whip and looking at me expectantly.

I stripped off, knelt down and put my collar back on.

'If I'm going to keep you as my slave.' She said emphasising the 'if'. 'And I'm not saying I am, then I want to get some work out of you. We can start by improving your cooking skills.'

So she supervised me. In and apron and cock cage and collar I cooked her dinner. I kept looking at her as she sat there with her glass of wine still dressed like the goddess she is.

'You really do like them don't you?'

'What?' I asked casually.

'You mean 'pardon me Mistress'. '

'Yes Mistress.' I remembered the demerits and the punishment she'd given me.

'These boots.'

'Boots, Mistress.'

'Just get down and lick them. I know you want to.'

I did. I dropped to my knees and licked them. They were shiny and beautiful and I knew I'd always wanted to do this. To kneel at her feet and lick her boots and be her slave.

*

Afterwards, I served her dinner

'You can sit at the table if you want to.' She said.

'Thank you.' I said then added quickly in a lower voice. 'Mistress'.

I saw her frown. But you must wear these. She held up the nipple clamps. I was about to protest.

'Or you can eat on the floor with your wrists bound behind you.'

Where was all this coming from?

'I'll take the clamps.' I said. 'Mistress.'

She flashed me a smile. 'Good choice.' She looked at me expectantly and when I didn't react said 'Hands behind your head.'

Cautiously I obeyed.

'You'll have to obey more quickly if you don't want to rack up demerits and get yourself punished.'

Fuck!

'We'll have to find away of making those nipples more obedient too.'

I thought she might be smiling in a way that wasn't just cruel and then was rewarded by her bending forward and kissing my right nipple.

'They do look sore.'

'Yes, Mistress, they are.'

She Sucked it then bit it gently. Then she put the clamp on it. My nipple was still sore and so was the other one but I let her do it then I I sat at the table naked except for my collar and my cock cage and a pair of nipple clamps and ate dinner with my beautiful mistress.

*

After dinner I cleared up while Mistress sat with a glass of wine then I knelt beside her as she put me back in the gimp mask.

Then I knelt on all fours with her boots on my back and she watched TV until bed time when I crawled leashed and naked at her heels up the stairs.

I could hear her getting ready for bed and I imagined her peeling off that tight black top to reveal her bra and then undoing that little leather skirt. While worshipping her boots I'd got a clear view of the tiny thong she was wearing under it. I hope she didn't bend down a lot at her office.

There was little doubt, I realised, that she was dressing up more at the moment. She always looked good and she always looked sexy to me but she only ever usually dressed up when we went out together or occasionally put on stockings for me in bed.

She'd clearly disliked the material I'd watched but she'd also said she'd been upset that I was wanking over other women - not her.

She'd also said that having me as her slave made her horny.

'Mistress?'

'Yes?' She didn't sound annoyed.

'Like this, I'm completely helpless. If you tied my hands I couldn't do anything. I thought perhaps I could share your bed.'

'You are a very presumptuous slave.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'If you try anything I will punish you and you will be gagged.'

'Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.'

I felt a tug on my collar and crawled up onto the bed where she bound my wrists behind me.

'Open up.'

My jaw was still aching but I opened wide and felt the ball gag being pushed into my mouth. This was once something else I'd fantasised about someone gagging me; a bit like the nipple clamp thing. I'd been gagged quite a few times this week but somehow this time it felt special. I'd been gagged by Mistress. I felt my cock start to swell even as she pushed me into my side and tied my ankles.

*

And that's what happened the next few nights. The only difference was that on Tuesday some more 'gifts' had arrived for me. Some leather cuffs.

'If I keep using rope I'll have to stop tying you soon and that would be a shame.' She said buckling them on to my wrists and ankles and locking them in place. My wrists particularly had become quite sore.

The cuffs generally made things more comfortable too, without rope the bondage was less strict but on the Wednesday she made up for it by putting me in a hogtie for the evening.

When I used to practice self bondage, the hogtie was my favourite. It was also the easiest and good for wanking in though I did find other positions. However lying on my balls with belts round my wrists and ankles was a pretty sure way to make myself cum and enjoy some easy bondage. I probably broke quite a few belts in the process. Of course, this time there was the cock cage to keep me in check and she used chains to make sure nothing gave way.

*

Then came Thursday. Netball practice day.

'I've decided Thursday is going to to be your punishment night.' She said as I buckled on my collar, kneeling at her feet in the hall. She was already in her kit even though it was only a little after five and she didn't usually leave until six thirty.

'Yes Mistress.' I said keeping my head down and wondering what she might have dreamed up even as I looked at those gorgeous thighs and recalled what it was like to have them wrapped around my head.

Come along.

I followed her up the stairs enjoying the flash of her bottom in those tight green knickers under the tiny skirt, my cock trying as usual to escape its prison and failing dismally.

'I know what you're looking at.' She said without turning round.

'Yes Mistress.'

It was back to the attic door and the blocks. I must have looked nervous because she said 'Don't worry, I won't be using the noose this time. I've got something far worse in mind.'

I didn't resist as she locked the wrist cuffs on me and pulled my arms behind my back. Then she set to work with a leather belt on my elbows.

'We'll have these touching in a few months.' she said. 'That's supposed to be a positive ability in a slave isn't it.'

She'd been nothing if not thorough in working out how to punish me.

'Yes Mistress.' I said wincing at the pain in my shoulders and across my chest.

'You'd better strap on a pair. This is just the beginning.'

It was. She bent and undid the cage around my balls before tying two straps round them.

'I imagine these are really starting to ache.' She said giving them a squeeze that was firm enough the make me wince.

'Yes Mistress'

She took the ends of the straps and fastened them to my wrists cuffs. Then She had me stand on the blocks before winching my elbows up behind me which pulled me onto my toes and lifted my wrists tightening the straps round my balls. By going higher onto my toes I could ease the strain on my balls but as I did this I felt myself wobble and couldn't help jerking my hands to save myself which immediately jerked my balls.

I nearly fell but she supported me.

'I'll have to get you practicing in heels.' She said. 'Or maybe I'll buy you a pair of those ballet boots.'

Ballet Boots? She really was taking this seriously.

She crouched down and locked a short chain between my ankles.

As I teetered on my toes trying to keep my balance using my already aching shoulders and bound arms, she produced a harness gag.

Fuck! How many more toys was she buying to use on me?

It made a change from the gimp mask I suppose. This one had a bit gag.

'This should keep you from falling' she said strapping it in place and then tying the ring at the top to the edge of the attic door.

Nipple clamps came next attached to the ends of the bit gag and pulled tight. Any wobbling and any movement of my head was going to tighten them more.

'If only you have bigger nipples.' She said. 'Like that girl with the strings tied around them. I think that will take a lot of stretching but I suppose I could achieve the same effect by having you pierced.'

'Esh Mshdss.' I said around my gag trying and failing not to humiliate myself by drooling.

'I might be late.' She said. 'We'll probably go to the pub and I know what a peanut bladder you have.'

I'd had to wake her up for a second time the night before to untie my ankles so I could relieve myself. Blind in the hood I'd had to be lead to the bathroom. Something she'd done using my cock which needless to say was the last think I needed. Sitting on the loo struggling to pee with my wife standing there glaring at me as I tried to fight down the erection her touch had caused in the needy cock.

Her solution this evening was simple enough, a water bottle attached to a tube which slid over my imprisoned cock. She secured it with some duct tape.

'That's going to hurt coming off.' She said. 'But then if you like your girls smooth down below perhaps you should be too.' She flashed a smile. 'Maybe I'll shave you later.'

There was a little more to come, of course. The bottle to collect the urine was to hang from my already aching nipples.

'I think that about does it.' She stood back to review her handiwork. I was completely helpless, struggling to stand up with straps tight on my balls and self tightening clamps on my nipples. Even the weight of the empty bottle in the tube was painful.

'Actually. I might not even come home at all.' She said with a touch of mischief. 'I could crash on Melissa's floor.' She grinned. 'Or maybe I'll try it on with her and sleep in her bed. Perhaps she'll let me tie her up. I know how much you'd like that. You once told me she was gorgeous.'

Jo's childhood friend Melissa was, blonde, green eyes, nice pert little body. I concentrated on not allowing my cock to twitch. 'Can you imagine the two of us in bed together naked our hands exploring each others bodies our mouths on each others nipples, tongues in pussies. Maybe one of us will be tied up. Straining. Perhaps it will be me as Melissa uses me as her sex toy.'

*

It wasn't comfortable but, after Jo had gone, I managed albeit a bit unsteadily taking my weight mostly on my the belt round my elbows and using my head and a good grip on the bit gag with my teeth for stability. I could hear the belt creaking. I knew I was drooling but there wasn't much I could do about it. Though I wobbled, I more a less kept in balance. The bit gag somehow made it easier and by pulling down on it I could ease the strain on my calves and my feet. Sometimes I felt in control enough to pull gently on the straps to my balls, something that wasn't completely unpleasant and, sometimes, I tipped my head to pull gently on my nipples. I was in bondage and I couldn't help wanting to enjoy it. Then I'd wobble a bit more and spend the next however long trying not to fall over and wondering how long it would be until Jo was back.

I thought of her comments about Melissa and amused myself fantasising that Jo would bring her home here and about what they might do to me together. I know that wasn't the point but when I'd practiced self bondage a bit more regularly one of my fantasies had been about being kept as a slave alongside other slaves. Of course the other slaves were all women and one of the ways my mistress would torment me would be to use me fellow slaves for sex while keeping me in bondage straining for release.

The Jo/Melissa fantasy kept me going but I could feel my bladder. I should have thought about it beforehand but I hadn't expected to end up like this.

I held on as long as I could. Then I tried to let just a bit out. I felt the weight of the bottle increase on my nipples and it gradually dragged me forwards increasing the tension on my elbows. Eventually I gave up and just let rip feeling the increasing drag on my nipples. In my mind Jo was teasing me, pulling on my nipple clamps. 'Come on slave.' She was saying. 'If you reach my nipple I'll let you suck it.' Fantasy Melissa was already kneeling between my wife's legs letting rip with her tongue.

I leant further forward and pulled back on the straps round my balls. My cock strained against its cage and a surge of pleasure ran through me. One of my first orgasms in bondage had been with me strapped to a wooden pole I'd found. I'd put straps around my body and wedged the pole at an angle so I was supported by the straps. One of the straps was across my balls and when I'd slid my hands behind my back into a loop of rope the effect had been intense. I'd struggled for several minutes in a state of ecstasy then I'd cum load in one of the most memorable orgasms I've ever experienced.

I could feel some of that thrill now.

That's when it happened, the block under my right foot rolled and pitched me forwards. If my ankles hadn't been cuffed I might have held on but the momentum flipped my feet up and I was suddenly hanging more or less completely from my elbows with my head pulled back. It was a wonder my shoulders hadn't dislocated. Worse still, the forced jerked the straps round my balls tightening them painfully. What really made me scream was the effect on my nipples which felt as if they were being ripped off.

After the initial shock and the fear that I was going to die or loose my balls or my nipples or both I hung there gasping. The tension on the straps round my balls was almost unbearable but the pain in my nipples was worse.

There were moments when I'd tied myself up that I thought I was stuck. Usually when I'd been surprised, thinking I had more time and somebody had come in unexpectedly. In those moments of panic knots had snagged or belt buckles caught. I often wished I could capture those moments and become really helpless.

And suddenly I was. Really helpless. This wasn't something I'd done to myself. Not directly anyway. I was genuinely in bondage. I suppose it was no different to the previous week but somehow this was different. The last week or so had passed so quickly I hadn't really appreciate what was happening. I'd been too busy worrying about it. Now, here I was in bondage, completely helpless.

A slave to a hot mistress.

My nipples really hurt and my balls ached. I kicked my legs trying to drag myself back to my feet. The pull on my nipples was agony but the strain on my balls was something completely different.

I didn't think I'd be able to cum with my cock only half erect but suddenly I felt that surge of pleasure.

Oh fuck!

When I'd come down from my high I started with all sorts of worries not least of which was that Jo would know if she looked at the bottle. Then there was the strain on my body especially my balls and my nipples and, of course, my shoulders.

I kicked my legs but it was hopeless, the rope over whatever was above me had slipped and I was in full suspension until Jo came home.

*

Fortunately i didn't have long to wait and I do think she was genuinely concerned when she found me. By that stage I was sweating and whimpering in genuine pain.

It didn't stop her pushing me to make me swing before tipping me back down. 'You've clearly been having a good time.' Then she seemed to almost delight in taking her time in taking the bottle from my nipple clamps and pulling on the chain which I have to admit made me scream again.

'Poor baby.' She teased as she removed my nipple clamps and bent to kiss my poor throbbing nipples. 'You wouldn't believe how horny I am.' She said. 'Thinking about leaving you like this. If I was wearing any knickers they'd be soaking.' She'd clearly had a few drinks. She lifted her skirt to show me her bare pussy then pulled the dress she was wearing over her head before reaching behind her to undo her bra. If only you weren't all tied up like this I'd love to feel your hands on my tits.'

She freed my elbows and then released the straps round my balls.

'Yuk.' She said pulling at the tape around my cock and I hoped she would t notice what had happened. She didn't seem to and fortunately the tape wasn't as stuck down as I'd feared although she did have to get a pair of scissors and cut away some of my pubic hair. It wasn't what I really wanted, my slightly drunk pissed off wife using a pair of scissors near my cock. I suppose I could have done something. My arms were free even if my ankles were still cuffed. I was still gagged but the rope to my head harness was now slack.

I didn't though. I simply waited for her to remove the tape. She removed the cock cage too.

'Come on.' She said undoing the rope to my head harness and tying to to my collar as a lead. 'There's no point in keeping a slave if you're not going to use it.'

In the bedroom she spreadeagled me on the bed and climbed on top of me.

'I haven't got time for foreplay.' She said.

But I didn't need it. She didn't either. I was stiffly erect from seeing her naked and she was very wet.

She straddled her and used my cock while she played with her tits.

Her orgasm came quickly and having cum about half an hour before I was able to hold on.

When she'd cum she looked down at me.

'Does my slave want to cum too?'

'Yesh Mshdssh'

'You have permission.' She gave me a slight smile and I pushed up into her lifting her hips. 'Oh. You are eager.' She said. 'And I'm impressed that you held on. Those balls must be stuffed.' She bucked her hips riding my cock again her hands going back to her breasts and fingers playing with her nipples.

'Mmm'.

I came quickly and am pretty sure she had another orgasm too. Then she slid off me and lay beside me with her arm over my chest and her thigh on mine.

'Shang u, Mshdssh.'

'Good slave.' She said sleepily, the alcohol on her breath obvious. 'But Remember. Thursday night is punishment night.'

*

And that's how it went. I wore the cock cage unless she wanted to use me. I spent my evenings naked and collared. On Thursdays I was punished while she went out to netball practice. It actually wasn't that bad. I was mostly sleeping in our bed again albeit hooded bound and gagged most nights.

If I got to have sex with her it was less than once a week and, if it happened, it was usually on a Thursday. She got it a lot more. Sometimes she used my help, my tongue or the penis gag she bought along with the other sex toys, ssometimes I had to just lie there helpless as she used her vibrator. It was frustrating being a spare part as my wife wanked herself to orgasm or have her sit on my face and scream as she used a rubber phallus fixed to my mouth while my cock strained uselessly at the restraints she'd locked it in but even then there was a certain pleasure in it, in serving her and in being kept like this. With my cock and balls locked away I didn't manage any secret orgasms but I did enjoy being kept in bondage. I'd fantasised about this sort of thing and now I was finding what it was like in reality. I also had the pleasure of serving her. Several evenings she put me in a hogtie and had me lick her boots and then her pussy. However, there was no doubt she was completely in charge and some evenings her anger seemed to return. On those nights I was mostly sent to bed early often having accrued a couple of demerits so, up in the bedroom she'd whip me and then leave me tied at the bottom of her bed with clamps on my nipples.

*

Of course other life continued. We both went out to work. We both went out socially too. One evening I was expected to attend a work do and she seemed quite happy with this although she did carry out her threat to shave my pubic hair the night before and put me in a tight hogtie when I got home.

It was about four weeks in that we were invited out to dinner. I had to wear the chastity cage, of course. I had to wear her knickers too. You can either wear this she said holding up a lacy white thong or I'll just leave you here in a punishment tie and tell them why you haven't come.

As we drove there I started to worry she'd tell them what was happening or perhaps expose my kink to shame me.

'My husband's a pervert...'. She'd say. 'I'm going to divorce him.'

There were moments particularly when the alcohol was flowing when the conversation went in a worrying direction. John had apparently been caught trying on Gwen's knickers. I squirmed wondering what else might come out.

'Oh my husband wears mine all the time.' I expected Jo to say. 'And I keep his cock in a cage. Come on darling why don't you show them?'

The information about John lead to the revelation that Chris liked to be spanked. She looked embarrassed.

'I get Mark to tie my hands when he does it.' Chris said, her face glowing red with embarrassment.

I saw Jo give me a meaningful look across the table.

'How about you?' Mark asked looking at Jo. 'Anything kinky to report.'

Jo looked at me again and I felt myself beginning to blush.

'No.' Jo said after a moment. 'We're a pretty vanilla couple.'

*

'Thank you Mistress.' I said as we drove home.

'What for?'

'For not giving me away. '

'I told you, I'm quite enjoying having my own sex slave.' She reached over and squeezed my captive cock which responded in its usual way. 'And I think I'm not the only one.'

'Yes Mistress.'

'You're not getting out of it though.'

We drove on.

'Mistress.'

'Yes'

'I like what you're wearing tonight.'

Jo had surprised me by appearing in a leather dress and a pair of very shiny patent leather ankle boots.

'I know but you're still not getting any.'

'Yes Mistress.'

*

'You do know what this is?' She asked holding up something that looked like a giant fishhook though thankfully without the barbed tip. My heart sank.

'Esh Mshdssh'

It was the fifth Thursday since this had all started as she was putting me in another bondage predicament on the landing. I was already more or less hanging by my wrists, my toes barely touching the wooden blocks and already arched forward to relieve the pressure on my stretched nipples now secured in clover clamps after last week when one of the previous clamps had come off during my punishment.

Now it looked like she was going to add a rectal hook. That would certainly make hogties fun.

'Mshdssh.'

'Yes'

'Blsh da a ug ou.'

'Take your gag out?' She looked a little cross.

I nodded

'Alright but you know what happens on a Thursday.'

I nodded again. 'Esh Mshdssh.'

She undid the harness gag and pulled the bit out. 'Well?'

I looked at her not quite knowing now how to phrase what I wanted to say.

'What you saw.' I said carefully. 'It wasn't typical.'

'So you admit you have routine porn and special occasion porn.'

'No Mistress. I'm just saying that what you found me watching was a bit extreme.'

'Certainly was.' She moved to put my gag back in.

'I mean I like bondage but a lot of that stuff isn't really what I'm into.'

'Well that's good to know.' She was starting to get irritated.

'I mean that.' I nodded towards the anal hook. 'It's not really...'. My voice trialed off.

'So, if I was in your position now and I'd agreed to let you put this inside me it wouldn't turn you on at all?' She said.

I looked at her. She was, as usual, in her netball kit. Beautiful. Sexy. If she was into bondage I'd like to do all Kinds of unspeakable things to her.

'Anal stuff isn't a big thing for me.'

I thought of the butt plug she'd used on me. Her butt plug. I was pretty sure she used it regularly on herself when she was punishing me by playing herself while I lay bound and hooded at the foot of her bed.

'But you don't object to seeing women penetrated that way.' She was definitely becoming annoyed which for a man in my position wasn't a good sign.

'It...'. I wasn't quite sure what to say.

'And you think for some reason I should go easy on your poor little sphincter?' There was an edge to her voice that meant it was not a time to argue. Especially naked and helpless and about to be left for an evening of punishment. Besides, it was true, the thought of women in bondage fitted with butt plugs did excite me and I loved the idea of an anal hook tied to a girl's hair or harness gag.

'No Mistress.' I said, deliberately not looking at her. 'I deserve this.'

It hurt going in even though she lubricated it but once inside wasn't that uncomfortable. Then she pulled my head back making my body arch more and nearly making me fall off the blocks under my toes. Since the evening when I'd fallen she'd not suspended me quite so brutally and certainly not tied anything to me that would catch if I fell. Tonight hanging by my cuffed wrists, my ankles were cuffed and held apart by a spreader bar so that if I did fall off, the worst that might happen is that I could kick one of the blocks over and end up dangling more than I was already.

'It's a good look on you'. she said slapping my bottom. 'And for the record, I haven't even started to explore your anal limits yet.'

She left me and went to the bathroom. I gathered she wasn't going for a session afterwards as there was no catheter and urine bottle.

*

That conversation and the one on the way home from John and Gwen's weren't wasted. That weekend she asked me about what it was that I really liked about bondage.

I was naked and kneeling at her feet. I'd just cooked dinner and cleared up and come into the sitting room to find her on the sofa with her usually collection of toys. She'd been out for the afternoon and was wearing the leather dress. I saw that she'd put her boots back on.

'So.' She said. 'Why don't you tell me what it is that excites you!' She sipped her wine.

'I have some pictures.' I told her. 'That I downloaded before we met. They're on a memory stick. I don't know if it still works.'

'That's convenient.'

'No really Mistress...'

After asking her permission, I fetched the laptop and dug out the memory stick and I showed her some of my collection.

It really was much lighter than most of the stuff she'd found me watching. A lot of leather and lingerie. A lot of nipple clamps too. And, yes, butt plugs. I'm not obsessed with anal but there are only a number of things you can do to spice up a bondage scene and nipple clamps, dildos and butt plugs are three of the key ones. Most of the girls were restrained in leather; cuffs belts, bondage sleeves and collars. I love collars on girls at least. A few were tied with ropes and some were chained.

There were some drawings too of similar content.

'Hmm.' She frowned as she scrolled through the images and I knelt beside her with my wrists cuffed behind me.

'I accept your plea for mitigation. There is more playful tying here than brutal abuse but I'm still pissed at you for not confiding in me and for wanking over other women.'

'I'm sorry Mistress.'

'So you keep saying but your regimen won't be changing anytime soon.'

'Of course, Mistress.'

She took a sip of her wine but it didn't cover the smirk on her face. 'You know, if you'd have asked me.' She said. 'I'd probably have let you tie me up. '

I stared at her.

'Why not? Chris obviously enjoys it.' She leaned in conspiratorially. 'And FYI Melissa likes a game of power play too.'

She laughed at my reaction tapping my imprisoned cock with her booted foot.

'Too late now.' She said. I'm enjoying being your mistress far too much.'

*

It was Friday evening and mistress was waiting for me in the hall.

It must have been about three months since all this had started and I was coming to think of it as normal.

It had been a long day. A long week in fact and my body was still aching from Thursday night's punishment two hours astride the bannisters with weights on my nipples. My Balls were aching too but all that fell away when I saw her.

She was dressed in black leather and PVC. Not just her usual black leather miniskirt either but shiny PVC stretched over her magnificent breasts and down between her legs tight against her pussy. It was something that vaguely resembled a swimming costume but not one designed for swimming. There was a corset too and thigh boots. She held a whip, a bladed one.

'I take it you approve.' She smiled at me.

'Yes Mistress.'

'But not enough to grovel at my feet.'

'I...'I dropped to me knees. 'Sorry Mistress'.

I began to undress.

*

'I've bought you a present too. I'd say it was something comfortable to slip into for the weekend but I'd be lying. But then dressing as your fantasy woman is hardly comfortable either. These heels are real killers. And I feel as if I can barely breathe in this corset.'

She held up what looked like a large sheet of black leather folded over and fitted with straps and buckles.

'Don't tell me you don't like these. Half the women in your porn stash were tied up in them. Besides it will allow me to keep you restrained for longer without risk of cutting off the circulation. I mean I'd hate to have to explain the fact I'd amputated your hand by leaving you tied up too long. Now turn round and let's try it on.'

I did, kneeling before her and placing my hands behind me, my cock already straining against its prison.

'I know they're not a perfect form of bondage.' She said as she began to fasten in around my arms and over my shoulders. 'I found several clips of women escaping from them on the internet. That's why I chose this one. It's advertised as escape proof.'

It was. I did try. I'd seen girls escape on the internet too but that seemed to involve getting one of the straps off their shoulders or creating space to free their elbows and this one had a belt around my chest as well as shoulder straps. There were also straps around my elbows and wrists and it had separate ones round each of my biceps to hold them against the sleeve itself. There was no way out until Jo released me.

*

By Sunday evening my shoulders were screaming for release but apart from this and my now constantly aching balls I was content. More than content in fact. A lot had changed in my relationship with Jo and while everything was not the same as before I figured in an odd way that things were alright again.

I spent the weekend willingly playing slave to my gorgeous leather and PVC clad mistress. I worshipped her and pleasured her and in return she seemed to relish the role of being my mistress.

At one stage I'd even teased her when it turned out that while the new PVC bodice might look gorgeous on her deliciously fit body, it wasn't terribly practical in that it prevented easy access to her sex. When the time had come, she'd had to remove her corset before taking it off. Cooling her ardour somewhat as she struggled to free herself while her slave watched completely unable to assist. She'd punished me of course, bending me over the kitchen table and using the crop on me. Perhaps I was getting used to it but somehow the whipping did not seem so bad and doing this to me certainly rekindled her mood. It rekindled mine too as shown by the way my cock strained against its cage and knocked against the table. I thanked her for the whipping, of course, and went down on her before spending the next couple of hours in a tight hogtie with the anal hook while she went shopping. It was only when she came back that I realised she'd gone out in the thigh boots and corset with just a loose dress over the top.

*

'I wish I'd thought about dressing like this before.' She said as she stood over me after releasing me from the hogtie. 'You wouldn't believe how willing men are to please a woman in thigh boots.' Lying on my back between her legs with those beautiful boots on either side of my head I could see why. I hoped none of those men had known she wasn't wearing knickers but the dress was soft cotton and if they'd looked carefully which they probably had they'd have seen the outline of the corset and lack of other underwear. Her nipples pretty hard to miss too.

'Go on' she said. 'You know you want to.'

I rolled onto my side i and began to kiss those lovely boots before licking the side of that sharp stiletto. Then she squatted over me and I licked her out again and I squirmed as she played with my nipple clamps.

*

The weekend continued with this sort of intimacy with me enjoying a variety of different bondage scenarios and my mistress seeming to enjoy the total control she had over me. Then, finally, on the Sunday evening we lay in bed together and she kissed me around my gag. It was possibly the first time she'd kissed me since all this had started. Her hand teased my captive cock that was straining valiantly against its metal cage as I lay there beside her still helpless in the sleeve with clamps back on my nipples. She was still wearing the little leather corset and I'd just done a bit more foot worship before she'd removed her new boots at the bedside.

You'll be pleased to know I've bought you another present. She said lying facing me and looking at me intently.

'Uh?' I was wearing the harness bit gag and I had to turn my head to look at her properly past the straps from the ends of the bit to my forehead.

'You'll like this one.' She said teasingly. She rolled over and picked up something holding it up for me.

'I've decided you're going to wear this along with your chastity cage for a week or two.'

'Ung.' I looked at the butt plug.

'Come on. We've talked about this. You've been a naughty boy. You need to know how it feels.'

I nodded. 'Esh Mshdssh'

'Good boy.' She said. 'I'd give you mine but I might need it.' She gave me a wink then She cupped my balls. 'Are they really sore?' she asked with apparent concern.

I nodded. It had been at least two weeks since I'd cum.

'Would you like me to do something about that?'

I nodded again.

'Will you wear the butt plug?'

Sighing inwardly I nodded.

'Good boy. Roll over.'

I obeyed, pulling up my knees and she pushed the plug inside me. It went in surprisingly easily after an afternoon where she'd made me walk up and down the stairs in heels wearing the rectal hook.

'I've got a belt for you to wear to keep it in but let's just try it for size tonight.'

I sighed inwardly again but didn't complain.

'Good boy.' She rolled me back to face her then undid her necklace and removed the key to my chastity cage.

'It's going back on afterwards.'

I nodded again.

Freed from its cage my cock sprang to attention and she squeezed it firmly. 'I'm just making it very clear this is mine and mine alone.' She said. 'From now on it's reserved for my personal use. Not yours and certainly not anyone else's. Cum over any other woman real or imagined and you're out. I decide when you get to use this and I decide when you're allowed to cum.'

She teased her sex with the tip of my cock and then eased me inside her.

It felt wonderful.

'Because you've been a good boy I'm going to let you cum when you want to but if you do before me you'll spend the night in a hogtie and the nipple clamps will stay on.'

I moaned.

'Think of it as a challenge.' She said with a grin. 'And remember it's in my interest as much as yours to keep things going as long as I can.'

I swallowed and nodded. 'Esh Mshdssh.'

'Good boy.' She slid herself closer taking more of me inside her and squeezed me gently. Then she kissed my round the gag again.

'Shang oo Mshdssh' I said.