Caught 02: In a rut

1)

'I recall it's my slave's birthday next week.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

It was a Monday evening and, as usual I knelt it my wife's feet collared and naked save for the chastity cage around my cock and the butt plug with its little tail that had been a gift for my last birthday.

'Mistress would like to know if there is anything her slave would like as a gift.'

'Hmm.' I mused. I was kneeling with my hands behind my head contemplating Jo's shiny thigh boots and hoping she might let me worship them soon. She was dressed in one of her dominatrix outfits: a spiked leather collar, leather bustier and tight leather shorts alongside the boots.

'If you're not going to answer i might as well gag you and put the TV on.' She said crossing her legs and dangling the shiny toe of her boot deliciously close to my chin and, more importantly, my tongue.

She knew me so well.

'I'll have to think about it Mistress.' I looked longingly at the shiny leather.

'Alright.' She said with a hint of amusement. 'And is there anything you'd like to be doing while you're thinking.' She flexed her ankle knowing I'm sure from the twitching of my cock that I was following her toes with my eyes.

'I could clean your boots, Mistress.'

'I think that would be more of a distraction than an aid to concentration don't you?'

'Yes Mistress.' I licked my lips.

I'm not a submissive, not really. I became my wife's slave when she caught me watching bondage porn. At the time it was either that or be thrown out. However, somehow this arrangement she'd put in place to punish me had remained and here I was two years later kneeling at her feet wearing nothing a collar and a cock cage.

And a butt plug with tail of course.

'Turn around.' She said with a sigh.

I obeyed like the pussy slave I am and let her cuff my wrists.

'Go on then.' She said indulgently.

I bent over her boots and applied my tongue.

*

Our weekday evenings tended to go one of three ways. They all began we me coming in and undressing then putting on my collar. If Mistress was home I'd spend a few minutes worshipping her. If not, I'd do a few jobs round the house and then kneel in the hallway waiting for her, sometimes following the instructions she'd leave for me which usually involved some sort of bondage and very often nipple clamps too.

Most nights, when she was home I'd cook and serve her dinner while she relaxed then I'd kneel at her feet often being used as a footstool. If she was going out she'd usually tie me, usually in some sort of predicament. I mostly enjoyed these, finding myself left alone to enjoy my bondage, albeit with the distractions of whatever torments or predicaments she chose to inflict on me. Over the two years I'd become quite capable of tolerating a variety of stress positions, gags, nipple torture and genital abuse. The third sort of evening was punishment nights. These had started with her going out and leaving me in some fairly extreme predicament bondage but now usually involved her staying in and dominating and abusing me directly.

I know, it sounds bizarre. It is bizarre but here we are. Like I say, I'm not really a submissive but I love my wife and, if I'm honest, I enjoy it most of the time.

*

She took me to bed quite early that night. I might have expected that from the way I'd found her dressed when I'd got home. I'd been very diligent with her boots, working my way up them until I'd reached the top and then I'd strayed onto her thighs which seemed to have parted to allow me between them.

'I don't recall giving you permission for that,' she'd said knowing full well she hadn't.

'I'm sorry, Mistress,' I'd said knowing full well I wasn't.

'You know that's a demerit don't you?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Then you'd better come upstairs so I can make sure you don't get yourself into any more trouble.'

So here we were in the bedroom. My gorgeous wife and mistress, all six feet of her, resplendent in shiny black leather and her devoted slave waiting expectantly for her to tie him up for the night.

My elbows touch pretty easily these days and Jo likes to use the single sleeve on me especially when she's in full dominatrix mode. In fact it was pretty surprising she hadn't had me hogtied at her feet for the last couple of hours. But then, of course, she wouldn't have had her boots so diligently cleaned.

Ten minutes later I was secured, arms strapped behind my back in the single sleeve, elbows touching and straps tight across my chest.

'I do like you this way.' She said admiring her handiwork. 'I think I should use this on you more often.'

She'd bought it quite early into her time as my mistress for the very reason that she could keep me in bondage for long periods with it. In those days she probably still thought it was an appropriate punishment after she'd caught me watching the porn and that I resent it. At that time she was probably right although even then...

We've all tied ourselves up a few times and all wished there was someone there to do it.

'Knees,' she said and I dutifully dropped to my knees. I had a pretty good idea what was coming and wasn't surprised when she pulled out my gimp mask. I spent a lot of time wearing it when all this started and I wonder if that made it easier for her to dole out punishments to me, especially when she closed the eye flaps to blindfold me. These days I think she uses it for the aesthetic; she's dressed as a dominatrix, she wants me to look like her slave. She laced me in and closed the eyes flaps then had me open my mouth for her favourite ball gag. This is another thing I've got used to; just like my elbows touch and I can cope with prolonged bondage, I can now take a three inch ball.

'I love it when you drool,' she said running a finger over my lip and using it to wet my nipples. It was pretty obvious what was coming but I felt sure she'd want to tease me a bit before using the nipple clamps.

I was blind and helpless now and she guided me into the bathroom.

For some reason mistress likes to watch me pee so she sat me on the toilet as she went about removing her make up and doing whatever it is girls do in the bathroom before bed. Then she guided me back into the bedroom and had me lie on my side on the bed so she could strap my ankles, knees and thighs together.

'Such a shame you can't see me.' She said climbing in beside me. 'I know how much you like me dressed like this.'

Her fingers stroked my chest and then began to tease my nipples again.

'Having you next to me like this still turns me on. Part of me just wants to keep you like this all the time. It's just so nice to have you completely helpless. I get really wet thinking of all the things I could do to you.'

I grunted into my gag to show I was listening like a diligent slave should. It was turning me on too, something that I'm sure she was fully aware of.

'I can see it's getting you wet too.' She played with the tip of my cock which I gathered was in full flood. 'I just can't believe how lucky I am to own a slave as obedient as you.' She played with my balls in their steel cage. 'These must be getting quite full.' She said.'I should probably let you cum at some point in the next week or two. But not tonight.'

I felt her roll over.

'So I'm all ready,' she said. I heard a zip undo, probably the one on the side of her tight leather shorts. 'I have my vibrator and two pairs of nipple clamps.'

The nipple clamp thing was something of a revelation to both of us. I've always had a bit of a thing for nipple torture and in my self bondage days would quite often put pegs on my nipples. When she decided to punish me for that night I watched bondage porn she'd probably noticed my interest. She said she wore them to check it was safe to use them on me but I'm not sure that was true because she's admitted wearing them to work several times since. She has lovely nipples and while I don't regret becoming her sub even if I do regret how that happened, I do wish I had the opportunity to put clamps on those gorgeous nipples and watch her squirm. She often uses them when she masturbates and, interestingly, just as she was doing tonight, she usually blindfolds me before she does this. I suppose it wouldn't be right for a slave to see his mistress in nipple clamps.

'Come on,' she said touching my nipples again, 'up you come for mistress.'

I felt them respond.

'I hope you realise I'm using my own pussy juice for this,' she said then blew on them to make them stiffer. 'I'm going to use it on my nipples too. I want you to know that I'm lying here in all this tight leather sliding my hands down my shorts and pushing my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and then I'm smearing all that juice on my nipples. You won't believe how stiff they are.'

I felt her roll over and then her teeth closed on my right nipple. The bite was playful at first and I felt her tongue rake over my trapped nipple then she bit harder.

And harder.

Finally I squealed and she released.

'Shall we do the other one?'

It was more or less a rhetorical question. I was lying on my left side and she pushed me a little further on to my back then bit my left nipple, stretching it this time. This wasn't so bad though I whimpered into my gag when she released it.

It's no wonder my nipples are almost constantly swollen and bruised.

'I'm not going to use the toothed clamps tonight so I can leave them on you until the morning.'

I nodded. There wasn't much else I could do. After her teeth, the clamps actually didn't feel so bad. From experience I knew which ones they were, the self-tightening clover clamps.

'Such a good boy.' She tugged on the clamps to make sure they were secure. 'You used to make such a fuss when I tortured your nipples.'

'Nnghh.'

'My turn.' She said rolling away from me, presumably onto her back. 'I bet you'd love to play with my nipples like this, pinching them and squeezing them. I expect you'd like to bind my breasts too. Can you imagine that? Winding cords tightly round my breasts and tying them off or perhaps you'd prefer to use belts. It's a lovely feeling you know having your breasts bound. I've been trying recently. It certainly increases the pleasure of nipple clamps.'

There was a time when she'd probably have mentioned the breast bondage search that infamous night when I'd ogled a number of women with ludicrously large breasts that were so tightly bound they were purple and the nipples swollen obscenely. Tonight though she was just keeping up her usual banter to humiliate and frustrate me.

She knows I enjoy it.

'Ooh. That feels good. Stretching my nipples like that. I think I might just have to wear these clamps to work tomorrow. I can just about get away with it wearing that padded bra I bought and a sweater. It makes my tits look huge but I don't think my boss minds.'

I lay listening to her and she played with herself, my cock straining against its prison.

'God this feels good.' She said. 'I'm so fucking hot tonight. I could almost untie you and use your cock but I really want a night with my other sex toys and this new dildo is huge. God yes. Twice the size of you.'

She definitely knew how to put a man down.

I heard the vibrator switch on.

*

She asked me the birthday question a couple of nights later as I knelt at her feet by the dinner table. My wrists and elbows were cuffed behind my back and she was feeding me as she ate herself. She was still in her work clothes tonight a short dark skirt that just about covered her stocking tops although not from where I knelt and a white blouse that didn't quite conceal the fact she was wearing a lacy black bra under it. She began dressing more sexily when all this started. I'd asked her why at one point and she'd given me a demerit and told me not to be so bloody stupid. I hadn't got it then but I knew now.

When she started wearing her bedroom lingerie to work and going out without her knickers on, I feared she was flirting with someone else perhaps even planning to leave me but then I realised how much she'd been really hurt by what I'd done. She'd seen it less as a betrayal of trust and more as a rejection of her. As well as choosing to punish me she was making sure I didn't stray again. I think this is what had made me continue to submit to her even after she'd stopped threatening to throw me out. I realised how much she loved me and how much it turned her on to treat me like this. There was also the small matter of how much it turned me on to be used as her slave.

*

'Well?' Her toe poked my caged cock. It hadn't been out for nearly two weeks and was making its presence felt against the steel encircling it. Although she often made me tongue her or even used the penis gag she did enjoy my cock and even as her slave I usually got it at least once a week. It was surprisingly enough to keep the balance between satisfied and constantly interested. Enough to make my balls ache so that I looked forward to it. The longest periods were when she was on her period and were often associated with the worst punishment evenings and even a few gruelling nights in punishing ties.

'I have been thinking, Mistress.'

She looked down and I saw her fingers slide towards the whip that lay on the table but she stopped herself.

'Yes?'

'Next weekend, Mistress.' I tried to chose my words carefully.

'You're not getting your freedom, Slave.' She said. 'You gave up your right to that when you betrayed me.'

'I know Mistress.' My gut clenched. Maybe things weren't as secure as I'd thought.

'Come on'. She said trying to suppress a laugh. 'Out with it or I'll string you up on the landing with weights on your balls and whip that sorry arse of yours.'

'I thought we could go away, Mistress.'

'Ok.'

'I found this cottage. It's quite remote.'

'Oh?'

'We could pretty much to anything we wanted.'

She smiled. 'Really?'

'Yes. Anything.'

'And what 'anything' are you thinking of?'

'I know you have some... fantasies.' I said.

'The ones about taking you for walks on a leash?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'That's a very generous thought, Slave, but it is your birthday.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'I...'. I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to go through with this but her hand strayed towards her whip again. 'I think you might have other fantasies, Mistress.'

'Oh yes?' She picked up her whip and toyed with it and I saw her tongue flick across her lips.

'About what it would be like if we swapped roles.' I could feel my heart thumping in my chest.

'Are you suggesting...?'

'Yes, Mistress. You said so yourself. You said that if I'd asked you back before... before I betrayed you, that you would have let me tie you up.'

'Did I?'

'Yes, Mistress and that makes me think you might like to find out what it's like.'

*

'So let's get this straight.' She said examining the whip distractedly. 'You want to take me to a remote spot and take your revenge on me for keeping you as my slave for the last two years?'

My mouth went dry. This wasn't what I'd meant at all but I could see how it looked.

'Mistress, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just...'. I didn't know what to say.

She continued to study the whip and I knelt in silence trying and failing not to look up her skirt at the tiny black thong she was wearing. Then, after a few minutes that seemed like hours she looked down at me.

'I like the idea of a weekend away,' she said. 'Book it.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'I'll have to think about the role reversal.'

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'But just for suggesting it I'm giving you two demerits.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

*

Demerits usually meant a whipping although sometimes she put me into some intense bondage; a tight hogtie or a suspension or some sort of predicament. I wasn't sure which of these approaches I preferred. Though it had been a shock initially and I'd railed against it I'd soon realised that I actually enjoyed being tied up by her and it quickly became clear that tying me was something that really turned her on. Even after two years I still thrilled at the touch of her hands on my body as she stood over me strapping or tying my wrists and ankles sometimes chaining me. There was something intensely intimate about it. Even if sometimes the bondage was almost more than I could bear and I was really glad to be released it was almost as if I'd become addicted to it.

Tonight, however, it looked like I was in for a whipping. She usually used a standard riding crop though did have a cane too for when she judged I'd been a really bad boy. After we'd eaten I followed her up the stairs trying to control my cock which was responding in its usual way to the view of her stocking tops and thighs beneath her short skirt or indeed those gorgeously fit stockinged legs and her five inch patent heels. I couldn't help wondering what her colleagues at work made of her wardrobe.

I was also looking forward to being punished. It was partly a penance thing but more importantly, strange as it may sound, it was about us being together.

She knew exactly what I was looking at of course and that's exactly why she went first up the stairs.

'I might make that three demerits.' She said as she held the whip behind her to pull her in skirt then lifted it to reveal the little black thong disappearing between her perfectly toned buttocks.

'It's just as well those wrists are cuffed or you'd be in all sorts of trouble.'

She was teasing, of course, I was far too well trained to touch my mistress without permission.

She lead me into the bedroom which had undergone a degree of refurbishment over the last eighteen months or so when it became clear that adaptations needed to be made to accommodate our new lifestyle. The casual glance wouldn't reveal much except that the four poster bed was perhaps a little unusual in our two up two down semi. Looking more carefully you'd probably notice the eye bolts in the bedframe and at strategic points in the walls and ceiling. Of course anyone coming in would probably notice the bondage gear scattered around the room before all that.

Mistress had me stand at the foot of the bed then released the clips pinning my wrists and elbows behind me. Then she clipped my wrist cuffs to chains fitted to the posts on either side of the bed.

'Come on.' She said tapping my heels with her foot. 'You know how this works.'

I spread my legs and she crouched to lock cuffs round my ankles.

When all this had started, I'd suffered fairly constantly from rope burns. Standard handcuffs weren't much better. She'd bought leather cuffs initially but they could be fiddly so I now had custom made steel cuffs for my wrists and ankles with leather lining that locked shut and needed a special key to open. They were thus impossible for me to remove and, perhaps more importantly, were virtually indestructible meaning she could keep me in bondage for as long as she chose. My collar matched these.

With my ankles secured she stripped off for action.

Jo has a magnificent body and a superb collection of lingerie. At six feet she's as tall as me and in her stilettos can even look down on me.

A perfect mistress.

The black lingerie today was up to her usual standard and came complete with matching suspender belt. My cock responded to all this in the usual way.

'You must be getting rather desperate.' She said gesturing to my cock with the whip. 'Are those balls aching yet.'

'They're not too bad, mistress.' I told her though they were aching a bit.

She pushed herself up against my back giving me the full benefit of that firm athletic body and those big breasts. I felt her arms wrap round me.

'And how are the nipples?'

I'd spent the previous night as I often did hooded and gagged and restrained in the single sleeve. On a whim she'd added the toothed nipple clamps and large butt plug then I'd heard the buzz of her vibrator as she wanked in the bed beside me.

After that she'd fallen asleep.

'They're not too bad either, Mistress.'

'Good.' She pinched them gently. 'I love to see you squirm when I clamp them.'

I knew she'd use the toothed ones again with the weights on and I knew I'd be really sore for the next couple of days. When you've had your nipples punished, reaching out for things or even the pressure of clothing can be uncomfortable. Jo abuses my nipples almost constantly and as a result they tend to be a bit prominent. If anyone asks I tell them it's jogger's nipple.

'So,' she said conversationally, 'how is my slave doing?'

'Very well, Mistress.'

'Good.' Her hands moved down to my cock. 'Not missing your freedom.'

'No Mistress.'

'It still makes me hot.' She said in my ear as she squeezed my captive cock. 'Owning you like this.'

That word made me shudder. When I'd done self bondage, I'd imaged a hot woman owning me and keeping me as her sex slave even while I'd enjoyed seeing woman in bondage.

'Yes Mistress.'

'What about you? Do you enjoy being my devoted slave?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'And yet you want to try being dominant.'

'I'm very happy as your slave, Mistress.' It wasn't the time to press my case.

'Good.' She released her grip on me. 'Count.'

The whip slapped onto my buttocks.

'One.

*

I'd been surprised by how painful being whipped could be at first. It's something that just happens in bondage fantasies. I hadn't argued though the first few times, there was too much at stake. In the early days I feared those punishments. Then, one day, I realised I actually enjoyed them. It sounds weird. They still hurt but Jo is gorgeous and I love her dearly and the pleasure of having her standing over me in her dominatrix gear knowing how much whipping me is turning her on just makes up for the pain.

With two demerits to work off (possibly three), I knew this was going to be a tough session and that sitting down in the office tomorrow was not going to be a pleasant experience. However, like the good slave I am, I counted out the strokes and thanked her when she'd finished. Then I watched as my gorgeous mistress lay back in the bed with her legs spread and wanked herself to orgasm in front of me.

2)

'I'll get you a drink mistress.' I said going into the kitchen with the box of food and wine I'd brought with us.

We'd just arrived at the cottage, a wooden A-frame situated in front of a lake. It was even more remote as I'd expected. We'd just driven several miles up a private track to reach it.

I spent a few moments hunting through drawers and cupboards for a corkscrew and a wine glass. Then I poured her a generous measure and carried it back into the main room

And there she was, my gorgeous, statuesque mistress, kneeling naked holding a collar.

'I take it Mistress has made a decision about swapping roles her slave.' I said somewhat taken aback and, I suppose, rather unnecessarily.

Fuck she was gorgeous with her blonde hair and her blue eyes and that athletic body. And those breasts. I'd been kept in a cock cage for the last two years, I'd had wet dreams around touching those breasts and tweaking those nipples. I'd fantasised about suckling them and kissing them but when we had sex my hands were always bound.

She smiled up at me coyly. 'You can get your kit off and put this on if you prefer.' She held out the collar. It was the one she'd first used on me, before the locking steel one. 'Though to be honest.' She added. 'I was rather hoping not to have to be in charge this weekend.'

I stood looking down at her.

'I think I can handle it,' I told her lifting the glass to my lips and trying to take a sip as nonchalantly as possible.

'I certainly hope so, Sir.' Her lips curled into an amused smile. 'I guess you'll be needing this.' She passed me a key.

'Thank you.' I knew what it was, the key to my chastity cage. She usually wore it on a chain around her neck.

My cock was responding as might be expected to the sight of my wife kneeling in front of me naked but I was used to such frustration. In fact, now that I'd got used to it, the feel of my restrained erection was quite pleasant. I slipped the key into my pocket.

'Not sure you can trust yourself, eh?' She asked.

'What?'

'Well if I owned this.' She gestured to herself. 'I'd have trouble controlling my urges. Especially if I'd been kept in a chastity device for most of the last two years.' She looked at me knowingly.

'My slave seems very sure of herself.' I said taking another sip of wine.

'When you own something this perfect.' She gestured to herself again. 'I can't see any reason why you wouldn't make full use of it.' There was a flicker of something in her voice and I knew she was reminding me of how I'd betrayed her.

She held up the collar again.

'That's quite a responsibility you're giving me.'

'You'd better believe it.' She looked up at me. 'But then I trust you.'

She looked away quickly and I saw her cheeks colour slightly. It was a big concession. After two years it appeared she had forgiven me.

Forgiven, not forgotten.

I put down the wine and, taking the collar, stepped beside her.

'Are Master's hands shaking?' She asked as I slid the collar round her neck.

'No.' I lied, my voice giving away my excitement and my anxiety.

There was no comment about a slave not lying to his mistress.

In fact I thought she was trembling too.

I fumbled with the buckle but still she kept quiet waiting until I'd succeeded in securing it before she helpfully held up the padlock for me.

This was it, or so it appeared. My wife and erstwhile mistress was genuinely about to become my slave; until tomorrow at least. Again, she stayed still and silent as I clicked the padlock shut.

'You do have the key for this?' I asked, breaking the silence.

'Of course, Master.'

The word caught me a little by surprise. I thought there was a slight edge to her voice as she spoke and when I looked down I could see the tops of her breasts were a little pink as if she might be blushing.

*

'Would Master like his slave to unload the car or shall I just kneel here and wait for your command to fellate you?' She said after a moment, any confidence she might have lost apparently returning.

'I'll go,' I said. 'I have a few surprises for you.'

'Master is too generous.' She said. 'But don't be too long. You know what they say about idle hands and unrestrained slaves. I'd hate to get so bored that I started playing with myself and had to be punished.'

I considered taking her to bed or taking her up on her offer of fellatio but I'd waited two years and out here in the middle of nowhere without her clothes, she wasn't going anywhere.

Besides, it appeared she'd finally forgiven me and, whatever great sex we might have this weekend, nothing could top that.

*

'I bought you these.' I said coming back into the cottage to find her kneeling just where I'd left her except with her hands behind her head just as she liked to make me kneel.

I put down the bag and showed her the boots I'd bought for her. Toe boots.

'Is Master hoping Slave will break her ankle?' She asked eying the boots carefully.

'I'm sure you're more than up to the challenge.' I said.

I'd always loved Jo in boots and, when she'd started dominating me, it hadn't taken long for me to give into my desire to grovel at her feet worshipping her favourite shiny leather boots with their four inch heels. She'd bought a pair of thigh boots since then and teased my mercilessly strutting around the house in them, sometimes wearing nothing else.

'May Slave put them on or would Master like to kneel at her feet to do it?' She asked.

'I may whip you if you carry on like this.' I told her.

'It might be easier to gag me,' she countered with a slight smile.

'If you say so.' I put the boots down and opened the bag of toys I'd just brought in. Inside was the black leather ball gag, one of the first she'd bought. It was only two inches and I figured it would be fair to start with that one.

'Here you go.' I said handing it to her.

'Wouldn't Master like to gag his Slave?' She asked.

'No, I want to watch you do it.'

'Yes, Master.' She looked up at me with what I can only describe as a 'come to bed' expression and lifted the gag to her mouth.

It's probably one of the most erotic things I've ever seen and in my two years as a slave I've endured some pretty intense sexual teasing. Watching Jo open her mouth and slip the ball between her teeth then reach behind her head to sweep her hair away and buckle it in place will be an image that will make me horny until I die.

When she'd finished she leaned forward and picked up the boots then crawled to the sofa ensuring I had full view of her pussy before sitting on the leather cushions and beginning to put on the boots.

They were only ankle high. I'd been somewhat shocked at the price and even more shocked by the cost of the thigh high ones.

When she'd finished she sat up with her legs apart giving me more than a flash of pussy then carefully slid off the sofa onto her knees.

Watching her stand made me smile. Jo is sporty, way more athletic than me so seeing my confident poised mistress with her bottom in the air trying to get her feet underneath her and lever herself up onto the tips of her toes gave me a little thrill of power. She was doing this for me and it was proving hard for her and she was still doing it.

Finally, she stood, rocking slightly and clearly nervous. She was breathing a little harder from the exertion and I wondered if she'd realised she'd drooled round her gag and there was a trail of saliva hanging down to her breasts.

There was an expression of triumph on her face as she looked at me. Then, after a moment, she took a small shuffling step forwards. Then another. Her hands were out for balance and she was slightly bent forward. I saw another bead of saliva fall. She nearly stumbled with the third step and I reached forward to catch her but she righted herself and waved me away. Jo can be stubborn or, putting it more kindly, is a very determined woman.

*

It took her about twenty minutes to gain confidence in the toe boots and this was another erotic highlight for me. Seeing my naked collared, gagged wife clomping along on her toes for my pleasure will be another memory I'll always treasure. Unfortunately, she spotted the saliva dripping on to her breasts after a few minutes and, after giving me an angry glare, wiped it away.

As she practiced, I took my wine and sat on the sofa for a front row seat to this very erotic cabaret.

Finally, she stood in front of me, triumphant.

'Ready for your next challenge?'I asked.

She was breathing quite hard and her face and chest were flushed. There were still traces of saliva glistening on her breasts.

'Bing id on.' She said and the very deliberately put her hands behind her head and pushed her breasts out.

Her nipples were standing rigidly to attention.

I went to the bag and pulled out the single sleeve. She watched me shake it out and then, very deliberately turned her back to me leaning slightly forward and put her arms behind her.

*

When I first met Jo I had fantasies about putting her into bondage. Then, when things got more serious I decided that telling her about this was too risky. So, I hid it away and, though I can't say I never thought about it, it wasn't something I planned to share with her.

Now, here I was, having spent two years as her slave, acting out one of my most intense fantasies. Not just tying her up a bit but collaring her and using proper bondage gear on her.

She'd bought the single sleeve for me but we're a similar size and she'd chosen it because it was allegedly escape proof; over the last two years, that claim had proven to be true. Jo was going to stay restrained until I decided to release her.

Strapping her in was a delicious experience too. She's so strong. If we were to fight, physically I mean, it would be close. I think I'm probably physically stronger but, just as she had shown when combating my infidelity she's more than capable of defeating me.

Some might not regard watching porn as infidelity but Jo clearly thought of it that way and she'd managed to convince me that she was right.

She gave a slight growl into her gag as I tightened the sleeve on her arms and I'm sure she said 'tighter, wimp' through her gag as I drew her elbows in together.

She is magnificent.

*

I'd brought a leather leash and I clipped it to her collar. She didn't bridle at this and followed me meekly as I lead her to the door of the cottage.

She did pause on the threshold. I was about to lead her outside naked and she was wearing the toe boots with her arms restrained. It was a lot to ask but she looked at me defiantly and then, very carefully lifted her foot over the the threshold to the step. The other foot joined it and she stood proudly with her head up and her chest thrust out.

I lead her down to the lake. She followed cautiously but was clearly gaining confidence with every step. When I stopped and turned I would see the flush on her cheeks and her chest that had nothing to do with exertion. Her nipples now seemed even more erect and, in that way that happens to a girl when she's really turned on, the veins in her areolae standing out.

I lead her further and we reached the side of the lake. It was beautiful, late afternoon, the beginning of sunset.

I turned and looked at her again.

'I love you.' I said without even thinking about it.

A look of surprise crossed her face. I don't think she'd been expecting that.

I met her gaze then looked away, embarrassed. Not really the act of a master.

When I looked back, there were tears in her eyes.

I reached round and undid her gag. Then I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She pushed herself against me, her sex grinding against mine to hard we nearly fell over.

'Fuck me, Master,' she said. 'Fuck your slave now.'

I didn't argue, I didn't even look around, I simply lowered her to the ground on the grass beside the lake and fumbled in my pocket for the key to my chastity cage. Then I undid my jeans and freed my cock. It was so swollen I could barely get the rings off. I didn't even stop to undress, I just lay on her and she spread her legs and I stuck my aching cock inside her.

She climaxed almost immediately and I wasn't far behind, pumping into her and cumming my load hard, shooting up inside her. It wasn't pretty but was possibly the most intense sex we'd ever had.

After it was over, which really wasn't long, we lay gasping with me still buried to the hilt inside her.

'Thank you, Master,' she said, lifting her head and kissing me. 'I needed that.'

I kissed her back.

She tossed her head. 'But Slave really should be getting back to cook Master's dinner.'

'I want my slave to be an object of beauty,' I told her, 'not a drudge in the kitchen.'

'I can live with that,' she said with a grin.

'Good,' I said, 'then Slave won't mind if I adorn her body.'

I reached into my shirt pocket. It was almost as if she expected me to produce a set of nipple clamps; the clover ones, of course.

'I thought Master would never ask,' she said.

She gasped as I clipped them to her nipples.

'Oh fuck,' she said breathily, 'it really is so much better when someone else puts them on you.'

*

I helped her to her feet and lead her back to the house.

'I think my bag still in the car Master,' she said as we passed it.

'You won't need it,' I told her. 'Not until Sunday, at least.'

'Can I at least have my toothbrush?' she asked coyly.

'I'll fetch your toothbrush.' I said with a smile.

'I did bring the electric one,' she said lifting an eyebrow suggestively. 'Perhaps you could try it when you take the clamps off my nipples.'

'What makes you think I'm going to take them off?'

'Because, come the end of the weekend you're going to be the one back In the collar and if my nipples are sore, I'm going to make sure yours are too.'

'I suggest my slave goes inside before she earns herself another demerit.'

'Another, Sir?' she asked innocently.

'You've just cum without permission,' I told her.

'I didn't think you'd noticed,' she grinned, her face flushing again.

I pulled the car keys out of my pocket and watched her scamper inside. At least it was as close to a scamper as a six foot blonde in toe boots and a single sleeve can manage.

*

Inside the cabin, I found her on her knees. She was red in the face and breathing hard.

'You're trying to see if it's escape proof aren't you?' I asked.

She smiled up at me and struggled again shaking that magnificent chest of hers and making the nipple clamps dance. It was another one of those moments. I hoped I'd remember them all.

'Well, if you really want a challenge,' I said going over to our bag of toys, 'let's set you one.'

I took out the harness gag and a pair of ankle cuffs. Then I removed the ball gag from around her neck and pushed the plug of the harness gag into her mouth. It wasn't as big as the ball but it was effective enough and was attached to a rectangle or black leather that went over her mouth like a muzzle. The harness has a blindfold too, an effective one that can't be dislodged. I know I've tried often enough.

She knelt docilely as I blindfolded and gagged her then I cuffed her ankles and clipped the chain to the wrist strap of the single sleeve. I could have tied her more tightly but it's much more fun to watch a girl with a bit of freedom struggle. I considered taking of the nipple clamps to make it easier for her to roll round but then decided it would be more fun for me I she kept them on.

Then I left her to get on with it.

I've always been able to cook but in the last two years I've had a lot more practice and a fair degree of incentive. I'd made a stew that just needed reheating but I took my time leaving her to enjoy herself and checking in on her occasionally.

She really was giving it her all. Rolling around the floor that athletic body straining and arching, the leather of the single sleeve creaking and the chain between her ankles and the one between her nipples clicking and clacking on the floor. She must have guessed I was watching her at times and as I walked across the room to rescue my glass of wine from the table she was about to collide with she stopped, lying on her belly and lifting her head as if listening. I watched as a couple of times she shook her head as if trying to dislodge the blindfold. She didn't manage, of course, and gave a muffled cry of frustration before beginning to roll around the floor again. Her toe boots clunked on the floorboards each time she rolled onto her side and then onto her back where she arched up onto her shoulders and her toes, her magnificent chest rising and falling from the exertion.

I'd worn the sleeve often enough to know it was escape proof so I was pretty sure she wouldn't get out. I'd worn the harness gag and blindfold too so I knew she couldn't see me.

That's why I took out my phone and recorded a few minutes of the show. Then I took a few stills, moving round quietly to catch her from the right angle.

One of her main objections to me watching porn was that it wasn't her. When I watched this back, I could do it with a clear conscience.

Mostly.

*

Eventually, I intervened. Dinner was ready and if I watched much more of this action I was going to have to find a way to ease the need it was creating inside me.

I thought of making her suck me off but it was clear she was enjoying all this and I realised I actually wanted to give her pleasure too. Besides, from what she'd said earlier, she'd clearly expected me to take advantage of my temporary status. While I was doing this I really didn't want to be predictable. I certainly didn't want to be cruel either and not just because, come the next morning I'd probably be the one at her mercy.

I'd watched for just over an hour and it was clear she was tiring. Lying on her clamped nipples was clearly starting to hurt her more too. I lifted her up onto her knees. She was hot from the exertion and sweaty.

I removed the harness gag enjoying the slightly bleary look in her eyes and dishevelment of her hair. There were strap marks across her face too.

I offered her a glass of water and she drank thirstily.

'Thank you, Masther.' She said struggling to articulate after wearing the gag.

'Would you like the clamps off?' I asked casually.

She frowned and looked down at them then looked back up at me.

'Let's get it over with shall we?' she growled knowing what was coming.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and reached out for her right nipple. She pulled back slightly but then leant forward and I removed the clamp. Her nipple was already quite bruised.

She gasped and sucked in her lower lip.

I leant forward and kissed the squashed little bud.

'Than you, Master,' she said, 'I'm not sure that helps but it is quite nice.'

I did the same with the other side.

Then I kissed her on the mouth.

'What does a slave girl have to do to get fed round here?' she asked abruptly.

*

She knelt beside the table and I fed her. We'd done it the other way round countless times. It was a real thrill having my own blonde slave girl kneeling at my feet and being fed like a baby bird.

When we were done I cleared away and lead her over to the sofa where she lay down with her head in my lap.

'I really don't mind, you know,' she said as I stroked her hair and gently toyed with one of her nipples.

'Don't mind what?' I asked.

'Going down on you,' she said, blushing beautifully. 'After all the times you've licked me out you deserve a little oral pleasure.'

It was something that we often did at home after dinner, her sitting on the sofa enjoying the attentions of my tongue in her pussy. These days it was often combined with a little boot worship. Other evenings I knelt on the floor on all fours and she rested her booted feet on my back.

'Maybe later.' I said.

She gave a little 'Oh' of surprise but then said softly. 'Yes, Master.'

It wasn't long before I was lying beside her, holding her in my arms and kissing her gently as I ran my fingers over her body.

'Perhaps we should go to bed,' I suggested.

'Yes Master,' she said it without any hesitation.

*

For the last two years, I've spent most of my nights in bondage. It felt slightly odd to have all my limbs free. It was certainly a pleasure to have my cock free.

However, if your partner is in bondage, the caring dominant has certain responsibilities. I thus diligently brushed my wife's teeth with the toothbrush I'd retrieved from the car. I resisted the temptation to use it on her nipples but hoped I might remember to use it when she was a little more immobile. Then I stood over her while she relieved herself.

I think this a probably easier for a girl. Trying to pee with your cock locked in a cage while a six foot blonde dominatrix watches can be difficult.

After this I put the harness gag and blindfold back on to her and lead her to bed. I should probably have taken her boots off but I was rather enjoying the sight of her in all that leather.

It was two years since we'd been together like this. Well, not exactly like this. I'd never had the pleasure of having her in bondage before. It was, however, two years since I'd had the opportunity to touch her body with my hands and I certainly made the most of it. That's not to say I didn't run my tongue over a lot of it too, especially her nipples. Her skin tasted salty after all her struggles.

It was clear she enjoyed my attentions and from the way she moaned and thrust herself against me, I knew when I'd done enough foreplay.

I rolled her onto her back and went to climb on top of her but she rolled back.

'Nnggh.' She murmured through her gag. Then she pulled her legs up behind her.

It was clear she wanted to be back in the hogtie. It looked uncomfortable but who was I to argue? I linked her ankle cuffs to the wrist strap of the single sleeve and rolled her onto her back again. She was lying on her bound arms and the boots, her pussy lifted up into the air.

Fuck, she looked gorgeous.

It was a perfect position. I guess she knew it would be. One of those positions where you can feel every thrust strike home. She moaned and thrashed her head around as I fucked her and screamed so loudly around the gag when she came that it was probably just as well the cottage was so isolated.

It lay with my cock inside her realising suddenly that I hadn't had my own orgasm. She had trained me well. I was just about to enjoy myself when she started to squirm. It was pretty uncomfortable for her and so I slid out of her and helped her onto her side.

'Shang u Shir,' she said round the gag.

I reached round and unclipped the ankle chain from her wrists enjoying the way she uncurled her legs.

'You're a naughty girl,' I told her. 'You've just cum without permission.'

I saw her smile round the gag.

'You'd bedder bunish me.'

'Oh, I will,' I told her but there's something I need you to do first.

I removed her gag but I left the harness with the the blindfold in place. Then I guided her down to my rampant cock, gasping as she took me inside her mouth.

*

When we first met, we enjoyed oral sex a lot, often pleasing each other at the same time and occasionally going down on each other in exciting places; shop changing rooms, round the back of a club and even once in the store room when I called in at her office.

Mistresses however don't go down on slaves though I'd done it a lot on her.

She hadn't lost her touch. She'd never done it with her hands tied though and never blindfolded either; however, she had done it often enough in the dark, and I recalled never particularly needed to use her hands.

She swallowed when I came. It wasn't anything I'd ever had any great desire for her to do but this time she just did it then she started to lick me clean or at least tried to. With my cum all over her tongue and unable to see it probably didn't make much difference.

I pulled her back up next to me and slid the gag back into her mouth. Then I undid her boots and slid them off her feet. If she was going to walk in them tomorrow she needed a rest. I massaged her feet gently and kissed them.

'I lur u Mashder'. She said sleepily.

Then we snuggled together and went to sleep.

3)

She was still asleep when I woke up on the Saturday morning and I lay watching her in the gathering light; her breathing peaceful, her body relaxed despite the restraints. She was beautiful, made more so in my opinion bay the mass of black leather straps around her head and the panels of leather over her eyes and mouth. The straps of the single sleeve across her shoulders dimpled her skin.

After a while she stirred and I saw her try to move, try to open her eyes; her mouth moved and she sighed contentedly before rolling onto her side. I heard the leather of the single sleeve creak and the chain between her ankle cuffs click.

It gave me a lovely view of her breasts and the little purple bruises around her nipples.

I watched her struggle for a moment then resign herself to the bondage. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

Behind the gag she smiled.

'You know what's coming, don't you?'

Her smile broadened.

It is amazing how expressive a woman can be muzzled and blindfolded.

She pushed her breasts forward and I began to play with her nipples.

*

Her response was deliciously enthusiastic especially when I started nibbling. I was so used to being in the submissive role that when she started moaning and pushing her sex towards me, I almost went down on her.

Instead I slipped my rigid cock inside her. Again, she was more than ready and moaned into her gag as she pushed her hips forward, impaling herself on me.

'You know you've already got one demerit.' I reminded her.

Her response was a whimper and to shove herself harder against me.

'Doo,' she said, 'ad leashd.'

'You are a very naughty slave.' I told her.

'Mmm.' She nodded vigorously and continued to fuck me.

'Uhh... uug.... uuuuuhh. '.

I felt her climax.

'You are definitely going to be punished.' I told her working myself to my own climax.

I saw her smile behind the gag.

*

'Thank you, Master,' she said as I removed the gag, again leaving her blindfolded.

I watched her lick her lips and wondered if she could still taste my cum from the evening before. It was another intensely erotic experience.

'What are you thanking me for?' I asked.

Her cheeks were still a little flushed from the sex but I saw the redden a little more.

'For removing my gag, of course.' She smiled, her cheeks dimpling slightly.

I didn't care if she still had cum on her lips. I leaned in and kissed her.

'I'd love to serve you again Master but there are some things a girl needs to do in the morning.'

I kissed each of her nipples.

She moaned gently.

'I really do need to get up, Sir.'

'Alright.' I undid straps of the single sleeve then rolled her over and began to loosen it. Then, when I'd got it loose enough I slid it off her arms. Her skin was clearly marked with the imprint of the leather.

She didn't move immediately then whimpered as she eased her arms off her back.

'Ow,' she said, 'my shoulders are really stiff.'

I leaned forward and massaged her shoulders then rubbed along her arms. Her skin was cool.

'Mmm,' she said, 'that's nice. I could get used to having a caring master like you.'

'Glad to be of service.'

Slowly she brought her hands up towards her shoulders and then deliberately brought herself up to a kneeling position. She was still blindfolded and her ankles were still cuffed. She was still collared too.

I undid her blindfold.

'Thank you, Sir.' She turned and blinked at me. Like her arms, the skin of her face was dimpled with strap marks.

She slid her legs out and stood up wobbling slightly then padded off towards the bathroom clearly conscious her ankles were still cuffed.

*

'Are you ready?' I asked.

We'd eaten breakfast and she'd just washed up.

'Of course, Master.' She said as she came to kneel at my feet. I was pleased that when she'd come back from the bathroom she'd put the toe boots back on and she was still clumping slightly awkwardly. She was otherwise still naked aside from the collar and the ankle cuffs.

I took up the wrist cuffs I'd pulled out of our bag of toys and slipped them round her wrists. She smiled as I buckled them in place then put her hands behind her head.

'I'm going to give you a safe word.' I told her.

There was a flash of alarm in her blue eyes. 'Am I likely to need it?' She said raising an eyebrow. I could hear a slight edge to her voice.

'Let's just be on the safe side,' I told her.

She'd never given me one but then my submission hadn't been entirely voluntary.

'Yes, Master.'

'I'm gong to suggest the word Beethoven and, if you're gagged, ha ha ha haaa.' I concluded by humming the opening bar of the composer's fifth symphony.

'Very musical,' she said with a smirk. 'Can I assume you're planning to punish me?'

I was sure she shuddered.

I briefly wondered what she thought I might be punishing her for. Was she thinking I might be getting my revenge for two years of what some might consider abuse?

Then I remembered the demerits I'd given her.

*

Being an A-frame design with timber struts and beams everywhere, the cottage provided all kinds of opportunities to restrain her. I lead her into the main room. While she'd been in the kitchen, I'd thrown a rope over two of the beams and now I positioned her between them. Then I tied the ropes to her wrist cuffs.

There was no doubt she was nervous, looking from side to side. I saw her swallow as I pulled the ropes tight and her arms were drawn out to each side of her body.

Then, I replaced the chain between her ankle cuffs with a two foot spreader bar.

As I stood up I saw her shiver. She was clearly feeling very vulnerable.

She'd seemed to have no problem spending the night tied up but I suppose this was the next step.

'Do you want to use your safe word?'

'No, Master.' She shook her head.

'Good.' I pressed myself against her back and cupped her breasts then I kissed her neck.

'I really have been a very naughty girl, haven't I?'

I wasn't sure what to say. It could have sounded a little trite as if she was playing along with a corny scene but there was something in the way she said it that made me pause. I just stood for a moment staring at her back and her buttocks.

'And we all know what happens to naughty girls,' she prompted, shivering slightly.

*

I had to whip her. I'm sure she expected it. She'd done it to me often enough. I still remembered the first one shortly after my life changed. I'd got used to it to some degree though I still disliked being caned.

I used the crop. I could see her eyes on it as I walked towards her with it in my hands. There was expectation and a steeliness, a sense of preparing herself; readying herself to face something she wanted to do but feared.

I didn't hit her that hard; or at least that was what I thought. There was a red mark on her bottom and when I hit her again another one appeared. It's hard to know. I heard her gasp. I struck her again. I actually didn't enjoy it as much as I thought. It definitely wasn't revenge. I was doing it because I was expected to and because she wanted me to.

Yet, there was a certain pleasure in seeing those marks begin to build on her bottom, seeing the skin turning red and becoming hot.

After fourteen she gave a little gasp.

'Is that enough?' I asked.

She hesitated for a moment then nodded.

'Really?' I honestly didn't think much of it then I stepped in front of her meaning to put the whip in her mouth and that's when I saw the tears.

'Are you ok?' I asked.

She looked at me. Her blue eyes shining. Tears rolling down her cheeks

She hesitated again and nodded.

'Do you want to use your safe word?'

She shook her head.

I didn't know what to do. Jo was always so strong, so confident. I'd clearly gone way over the top.

'I'm sorry.... Master,' she said. 'I've really been a naughty girl.'

I smiled at her.

'Only because I was a naughty boy.'

She looked at me and forced a smile and I knew I've said the right thing.

'But you did earn two demerits,' I reminded her gently.

She turned her head and looks straight ahead. 'Yes, Master.'

'Sure you don't want to use your safe word?'

'I'm sure.'

'Good, because I've been looking forward to whipping your breasts.'

'I've been looking forward to it too. I just hope I can enjoy it.'

*

I didn't whip them hard, but then I didn't think I was using the whip hard before. I started just tapping lightly on the side of her breast. I saw her lift her head and rock slightly in the boots. The effect was to push her breasts forward. I tapped a little harder then went round to the other side and started on her other breast.

Another erotic moment. I felt my cock straining against my jeans.

I struck a little harder and heard her gasp. She gripped the rope and pushed her breasts out a little further. I cautiously struck her nipple.

'Uhhh.' She gasped again.

'Too much?' I asked.

She turned and looked at me. Her eyes were slightly glazed. She shook her head and then stared ahead again.

I struck her nipple again and then the other one.

She made a small 'oh' sound.

I struck harder. She continued to stare ahead.

I walked behind her and struck the top of her right buttock hard.

'Ahhh.'

'You're enjoying this aren't you?' I said.

She shook her head but only a fraction.

I brought the whip down hard again on her left buttock. The flesh quivered.

'Don't lie to me.'

I was familiar with the idea of getting into subspace. It was probably how I'd got through some of what she'd done to me in the early days, that and guilt. And then later because I came to enjoy the intimacy of her binding and punishing me.

'Let's make this a bit more interesting shall we?' I said.

She looked round. She still had that slightly glazed look.

I went to the bedroom and retrieved the harness gag and blindfold. She looked round as I came back into the room and saw what I was holding. She looked at me. She was clearly a little scared.

'Do you want to use your safe word?' I asked again.

'No.' Her voice was low, a whisper.

She opened her mouth for the plug and I pushed it inside. Then I pulled the harness over her head and buckled the straps.

I walked round her.

Being blindfolded clearly rattled her and she turned her head trying to follow me. I kept the whip away from her for a while and it felt as if a tension was building in her, an expectation. When I slapped the whip against the floor she jumped and cried out.

'Ready for a little more?'

She steadied her breathing and grasped the ropes again then nodded.

'Good girl.' I didn't hit her hard, just very softly on the buttocks.

Her response was almost as violent as when I'd startled her before.

I walked around her again then struck the front of her right thigh. She jerked her leg against the spreader bar and held herself up with the ropes. Then I targeted her breast, two taps in succession, not hard. After that she flinched at any movement, even the lightest touch of the crop on her skin. When I hit her right nipple she shrieked into her gag.

By this stage, her breathing was ragged and she was rocking on her toes.

'I think that's enough, don't you?' I asked.

She nodded.

'Or perhaps you'd like to feel it on your pussy.' I said.

She went very still.

'You have been a very bad girl.'

She turned her head towards me as if weighing up the suggestion.

'Just once.'

Slowly, she nodded.

'Just once.' I repeated.

I stood beside her and pressed the end of the crop onto the top of her sex then I brought it up sharply. It made a surprisingly loud noise. Almost as loud as the shriek she gave.

'Good girl.' I slid my hand between her legs.

She was soaking.

'I know you're enjoying this,' I told her. 'So I'm going to leave you to enjoy it a while longer.'

I pulled the nipple clamps out of my pocket. Her nipples were huge, clearly swollen far more than usual when she was aroused. I gently touched them then stroked the red marks where I'd used the crop on her breasts.

She moaned with need as I applied each of the clamps.

*

I sat watching her as i drunk a cup of coffee giving her half an hour. Experience told me that being kept very immobile like this left me stiff. She was fitter than me but I guessed it would be the same.

I released her ankles from the spreader bar first then her arms which I guided behind her back. She didn't resist as I clipped the cuffs together.

'Time for a lie down.' I said.

I hooked a finger in the chain between her nipple clamps as pulled gently.

She resisted at first but when I increased the tension she reluctantly put one foot forward and then the next. To be fair to her it was probably the first time she'd walked blindfolded in toe boots. It was probably the first time she'd been lead along by the nipples too.

*

In the bedroom I unclipped her wrists and had her lie down on the bed. She clearly thought I was going to fuck her and moaned into her gag. I certainly wanted to but I also wanted to have a little fun with her.

I took some cords and tied her spread eagle to the bed.

She was sure I was going to fuck her now and I saw her lift her hips. She really was soaking wet and there was a wet patch spreading across the sheets almost immediately. When I touched her between the legs she arched her back eager for more.

'Slave will have to wait,' I told her and she whimpered into her gag.

I'd planned a little surprise and decided that, if thought she'd be up for it, I was going to use it.

It was probably the closest I was going to come to revenge for all those nights in chastity.

I decided she was definitely up for it.

Before I'd released her I'd hung a rope above the bed at what I guessed would be crotch level for her. It turns out I was right.

I pulled her vibrator out of the bag and tied it to the rope hanging above her. As I did so, she writhed and moaned into her gag. I might have said she was gagging for it.

She probably thought I was undressing.

When I flipped on the vibrator she stiffened. I saw her hands clench and unclench. I touched the vibrator to her belly and flipped it on to its lowest setting.

'No! I wand u inshide e!' She said around the gag sounding angry.

'I want doesn't get.' I told her. 'Especially not when you're my slave. Besides you're always telling me how good this thing is.'

There must have been at least one night a week or maybe a fortnight recently when I'd had to lie bound and gagged, usually on the floor beside the bed listening to the buzz of the vibrator and her moans of pleasure. On a couple of occasions she'd even made me watch.

'Is nod ash good ash your gock.' She said angrily pulling at her bonds.

I smiled. 'If you're lucky maybe you can have that later.'

'Grrrr.' She jerked against her bonds and I heard the bed creak.

I turned the vibrator on again and slid to down to her sex.

'Mmmnngg.' She squirmed as I pressed it gently against her clit.

Then I took it down onto her pussy and let go allowing to to rest there.

She moaned.

'It's not that bad then.'

She shook her head then turned her head vaguely in my direction.

'Shtill nod ash good ash a gock.'

'I'm glad to hear it.' I bent and lifted the chain between her clamped nipples. 'You have permission to cum.'

'Uuuhh?'

'I'll be back later.' I told her.

'Nnngh!' She called after me. 'Bashdard.'

I left her to it.

*

Actually, I didn't leave her completely alone. I watched her as she got settled and I went back to check on her regularly. At first she clearly thought I was teasing her but after a few moment with the vibrator buzzing against her labia she clearly decided I wasn't and she decided to take matters into her own hands.

I had given her permission, after all.

On the occasions she'd made me watch her play with herself, I was usually tied at the foot of the bed with weights on my balls and clamps on my nipples as she squirmed and played with the vibrator and usually two dildos. One thing my submission to her had exposed was a her interest in butt plugs and a penchant for nipple clamps.

She'd used both on me pretty freely.

I'd seen what she did with the vibrator and, when she wanted to cum, she turned it up and pressed it hard to her clit.

Tied like this, that wasn't going to happen.

She clearly thought she could do it at first and watching her lift herself up then arch her back and try to get her clit in contact with the buzzing sex toy was really something special.

I videoed it, of course. Then crept back to get a few close up shots. I hadn't decided what to do with them yet and thought I'd probably end up deleting them but for the moment I wanted a record of this.

She clearly wasn't getting the stimulation she wanted and so she changed position, trying to squirm down the bed and then bring her thighs together. Unfortunately for her, all that happened was the vibrator just tipped up onto her belly.

She tried again with the same result and I heard a howl of frustration.

This has to be the best porn I'd ever watched, a statuesque blonde... my statuesque blonde wife collared and tied spread eagle to the bed in toe boots with clamps on her nipples, gagged and blindfolded and trying to wank herself on a precariously placed vibrator.

*

I managed to stand it for forty minutes but only because I left her and went outside where I couldn't hear her howls of frustration. By the time I came back, she'd managed to move the heavy wooden double bed about six inches and the vibrator was buzzing against her thigh.

She was red with exertion and covered in sweat.

Best of all she was whimpering.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't really trying to humiliate her and even the thought that this was revenge did make me feel a bit guilty.

Only a bit.

I undressed quietly then turned the vibrator off climbing onto the bed beside her.

'Fug ovv.' She said.

'You are in no position to give orders.' I told her slapping her tight belly and feeling the heat and sweat of her body. 'And you're forgetting to call me 'Master'.

'Anger!' She said. I had a pretty good idea that wasn't what she meant it's just that 'W's and 'K's are hard sounds to make when you're gagged.

She did try to resist briefly but there really wasn't anything she could do and the moment I slid my cock inside her she stilled.

'Still want me to fuck off?' I asked.

'No Mashder,' she said shaking her her head, 'Shlave wands you do fugg er.'

She was hot to the touch and every part of her slick. I have a bit of a thing about licking her when she's like this. Maybe it's being made to go down on her after she's played netball or maybe being gagged with her knickers has ingrained me with a taste for her.

Anyway, as I slid inside her I kissed her neck and tasted the salt on her skin. I couldn't help moving down to her breasts, licking them and then kissing her clamped nipples. The red marks from earlier were still obvious and there were a few faint purple bruises too.

I was surprised how long it took us to cum. I thought it would be instantaneous but perhaps I'd left it too long. We did climax almost simultaneously though which I loved. She came a second time and a third in what must have been a pretty intense multiple orgasm as I continued to pump in and out of her enjoying my orgasm to the full.

She was still spasming when I lay on top of her with my cock inside her.

*

I woke some time later.

I was still lying on her and my cock was still inside her. I could feel her squeezing me.

I kissed her gently on the side of the jaw and she nuzzled against me.

Slowly I eased myself out of her then sat beside her unable to resist touching one of her still clamped nipples. She jumped as I did so. I ran my finger down one of her breasts and she shuddered.

I bent and kissed her breast.

'Are you ok?' I asked.

She nodded. 'Yesh, Mashder.'

'I'm going to untie you.'

She nodded.

I released her wrists and ankles and helped her to sit up. Then undid the harness holding the gag and blindfold in place.

'You're on your own with the nipple clamps,' I told her.

'Thanks,' she said sarcastically.

'I can take them off it you like.'

'I can manage,' she said moving her arm protectively across her chest and climbing unsteadily to her feet before tottering somewhat unsteadily to the bathroom.

I heard her start to pee and then a few moments later a whispered 'fuck' as she liberated her nipples.

*

I didn't tie her immediately but I didn't let her dress. She'd taken a shower and again had put the toe boots back on.

I knew she wanted to watch the rugby, the Red Roses were touring and she's a fan. So we sat together for the rest of the afternoon in front of the TV.

After the match she said she would cook.

'I am the slave,' she said.

'Can you remember how?' I teased.

'I haven't forgotten entirely and, I If I can't, Master will have an excuse to punish me.'

'That sounds fair.' I said.

She unfolded herself from where she was lying in the sofa and went towards the kitchen.

'Master.' She turned back. 'My bag. Can I bring it in?' She levelled her gaze at me. 'I do have your favourite lingerie with me.'

'No.'

'Are you going to keep me naked all weekend?'

'No,' I said. 'You get started on dinner and I'll bring you something to wear.'

She gave an amused smile. 'Yes, Master.' Then she tottered off into the kitchen.

I followed her in a few minutes later.

I love her in lingerie and she knows I love her in it too though I'm also turned on by the fact that when she goes out she often does so without any knickers because quite often they're stuffed in my mouth.

Instead of lingerie this time I'd brought my favourite bikini. It's black and it does justice to the word shoestring. She'd worn it on our honeymoon. The briefs are basically a thong of black cord that has a tiny diamond of material suspended at the front and the top is basically two strings that hold what equates to more or less a spider's web over her each of her breasts with a little black diamond over each nipple.

'Oh.' She said with a smile when I held it up. 'I wondered where that had gone.'

*

I checked on her occasionally as she cooked. It probably was a health and safety risk, a bikini clad woman in toe boots tottering around on a tiled floor but she managed without any accidents.

When the food was ready I made her take the bikini off and had her kneel at my feet with her wrists cuffed behind her while I fed her. My excuse was that I didn't want to spill food on the top and I wasn't exactly practiced at this even though she'd fed me this way numerous times. I only spilt a bit but had the pleasure of licking it off, something she'd done on occasions for me; usually after a glass of wine or two. In my case, or perhaps hers, there was the added bonus that anything I dropped ended up on her breasts. At the end, I deliberately wiped some sauce on her nipples; it was spicy enough to make her squirm and she squirmed again as I sucked it off.

4)

After we'd eaten, I freed her hands so she could wash up and then we went for a walk.

Before we went out there was an addition I wanted to make to her bondage. I had her bend over and fitted her with the butt plug. It was the one with the tail that she usually made me wear.

'I thought we came here so I could take you for a walk,' she said trying to keep up in the bare earth track down to the lake in her toe boots; she was wearing the single sleeve again too. She was also wearing the bikini again in a slight nod to decency in case we met anyone. Though the fact she was wearing toe boots and a collar might just have given away our secret; that and the tail hanging from her butt plug. (The back of the briefs was basically a piece of string).

'You can take me out tomorrow morning.' I told her.

'Isn't this half way through the weekend?' She asked.

'If you wanted to swap back you should have said so after dinner before I'd spent all that time strapping you into that sleeve,' I told her. 'I thought you wanted another night in the submissive role just to get the full experience.'

'Did you now?' she replied with a slight smile adding the word 'Master' as an afterthought as she wobbled slightly on an uneven section. 'I was planning to take you back to the cabin, chain you to the bed wearing your cock cage and use you as my sex toy.'

I pulled on her leash, drawing her towards me to kiss her.

'And don't think you'll get round me like that.' She resisted my pull. 'I'll be lucky if I get back to the house without a sprained ankle and if I can't play netball I'm going to tell the whole team exactly how my husband dragged me away to some out of the way place and subjected me to a weekend of bondage and physical abuse.'

She may have been rebuking me but the expression on her face told me she was joking, mostly. She looked utterly gorgeous aside from the obvious six foot blonde in a collar and toe boots and a scandalously brief bikini. She seemed genuinely happy; her cheeks were flushed a little from the wind and the wine I'd fed her at dinner and a little from the effort of walking in the boots. Jo is fit in all meanings of the word but it was clear the toe boots were taxing her stamina.

'We don't have to swap back in the morning,' I said. 'You could stay as my slave for the weekend. I'm sure there'll be other opportunities to treat me like your pet.'

'And what makes you think I'll agree to something as ridiculous as that?'

'Because you're enjoying yourself.'

'That wine at dinner must have gone to your head,' she said wryly.

'Kiss me,' I said. 'And then if you want to, we'll go back to the house and you can be mistress again.'

She frowned but stepped towards me.

'I'm only doing this because I have to and you'll give me a demerit if I don't.'

I pulled her close and we kissed. It was clear she wasn't faking from the way she pushed against me and opened her mouth to play tonsil hockey. She was even more flushed and breathless by the time we came up for air.

She was also naked but she hadn't noticed.

'Alright.' She said. 'I'm yours for the rest of the weekend but on Monday that cage goes back round your cock.'

'Agreed.'

'Now take your slave back to the house and give her the fucking she so clearly needs.'

I grinned. 'Yes Mistress.' Then I bent to pick up her bikini.

'What?' She looked down at herself. 'You bastard.'

'I think you mean 'you bastard, Master'.' I told her.

'No I mean you're a bastard.'

'That's a demerit.'

'I don't bloody care.'

'Good.' I pulled the weighted nipple clamps from my pocket. 'And your punishment is to walk back to the house wearing these.'

*

Back at the house I took off the toe boots and the nipple clamps but I kept her in the single sleeve for the rest of the evening and I left the butt plug in place. She went to bed in them too. Obviously I had to help her use the bathroom, brushing her tail aside as she peed, and clean her teeth for her but then she'd done it often enough for me. It was lovely having her there in bed next to me, completely helpless.

I didn't blindfold or gag her. We just lay there together talking and snuggling and then I gave her the fucking she wanted.

*

In the morning, she asked to be released. I undid the single sleeve and she padded off to the bathroom.

I must have fallen asleep because she woke me with a mug of tea. She'd clearly been to the car and despite my express orders was wearing lingerie. I couldn't object that much, it was her pink satin set with fishnet stockings. She looked gorgeous.

'Have you taken out your butt plug too?' I asked as she knelt beside the bed.

'A girl sometimes has to do what a girl has to do,' she said.

She had very diligently put her toe boots back on. She'd prepared breakfast too. She brought me coffee and croissants when I'd finished my tea.

Then it was back to the main room where I'd spreadeagled her the day before.

'Master?' she said as I tied one of the ropes to her wrist cuff.

'Yes.'

'Would you hood me?'

'If that's what you want.'

'Thank you, Master.'

She appeared to want the full treatment this weekend, perhaps catching up on the last two years. I went and fetched it and pulled it over her head. Then I buckled it in place.

She was spread eagle standing looking gorgeous in her pink lingerie, fishnets and toe boots. Now she was hooded too.

I stood behind her and slipped my hands into her bra. Her breasts are gorgeously firm. Her nipples are always very sensitive but after the abuse I'd put them through they seemed incredibly responsive.

When she was squirming I put one hand into her knickers.

She was wet.

'If you're lucky you might get them in your mouth tomorrow.' she said but I could tell there was a degree of bravado in the way she spoke.

'Which reminds me,' she said suddenly. 'Would you mind if Melissa came to stay for a few weeks. She has to move out of her flat and her new job in Australia doesn't start until the end of the month.'

Her comment made me stop what I was doing.

'There was a text this morning,' she added hastily.

'Hmmm.' I said. Melissa is one of Jo's school friends. She's a lovely pert little blonde. 'What happens about our 'arrangement' during that time?' I asked cautiously teasing one of Jo's nipples with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other.

'Oh Melissa knows all about that.'

'All about it?' I stopped my tweaking and stroking. 'You told her?'

'I had to confide in someone when... Well, when you know.'

'Ok,' I said thoughtfully resuming my heavy petting. 'Does she know all about it?'

'Well not absolutely everything, a girl has to have a little privacy.' Jo squirmed and I was pretty sure she was blushing under the hood. 'You don't mind do you?'

'Mind?'

She pressed back against me. 'Would it help if I told you she'd seen you in action?'

'What?' I stopped again. 'You brought her back to the house when I was ...'

'Several times actually. She's whipped you once too.'

I didn't know whether to be horrified or excited. Melissa was hot. Not that Jo wasn't and not that I thought about such things anymore.

'Does it turn you on?' she asked. 'Knowing that I brought my pert blonde friend back to the house when you were in tight bondage and let her play with you?'

My mouth was dry. It was one of those questions I guy really doesn't want to answer.

'I can feel your cock,' she said pushing her buttocks back against it. 'And you've no idea how much trouble you're going to be in tomorrow.'

'And today?' I asked.

'Today you'd better make sure I have plenty of fun so get those fingers back in my knickers then when I've cum without permission you can give me the spanking I deserve.'

*

I spent some time playing with her. Over the last couple of years I'd become very attuned to her responses. It's a lot more obvious when you're kneeling between your lover's legs working her with your tongue, especially when you're liable to get a whipping if you don't do it right. I might not have had any opportunity to tease her with my fingers recently but the principle was the same. After about thirty minutes she was getting very restless and I decided it was time to gag her before the insults started flying. I'd taken her bra off by this stage and put the weighted clamps on her nipples to allow me to concentrate on her pussy. The fact she was deliberately moving her chest more than necessary hadn't escaped my attention. Her knickers were absolutely soaking; in fact her thighs were wet too and the tops of her stockings.

'I'm nod going do beg.' She said around the bit gag I'd used, tugging at her bonds and shifting from foot to foot. 'Bud I am going do give you a fugging hiding domorrow.'

'It sounds to me that it's time for that spanking,' I told her, 'and a proper gag.'

'I aven'd gum yed.' She protested.

'Think of it as a punishment for letting your friend whip me.'

'Don'd complain,' she said. 'You'd 'ave enjoyed id dwice as much if you'd known.'

To be fair it was probably true but I really wanted to spank her and, although a master doesn't need an excuse to spank his slave, I felt it was reasonable to have a reason to do it. As a precaution, I took out the rubber bit gag and pushed the two and a half inch ball into her mouth then tightened the straps of the harness around her head.

She whimpered when I started to touch her again.

'Shbg e o agd.' She shouted through her gag, saliva spraying from her lips. I was pretty sure this translated as 'Spank me you bastard' so I gave her a demerit for not addressing me as 'Master' or at the very least 'Sir' and brought my hand down on her bottom.

'Ish thad all?' She said contemptuously although I'd seen her tense. Her bottom must still have been pretty sore from the whipping. It was certainly bruised. She had other bruises too so it probably was fortunate we'd not met anyone on our walk.

I slapped her again a little harder and saw her tense.

Then I remembered I'd seen a fly swatter in a drawer in the kitchen and I left her to stew while I went to fetch it. It was plastic and I guessed would give a loud slap without causing too much pain.

I pulled down the back of her knickers and went to work.

She loved it. There was no other way to say it. My dominant mistress howled into her gag and bucked and panted and when I offered to stop she swore revenge if I even considered it.

*

I had to stop in the end, her cheeks were glowing and I'd broken the flyswatter.

'Ready to beg yet?' I asked.

She shook her head imperiously. She was covered in a fine layer of sweat now and there was drool all over her breasts. I watched the damp ends of her hair swing where they had escaped from the hood.

'Alright,' I conceded, 'you win.'

I saw her lips move in a smile of triumph around the gag. She's so competitive!

I stood behind her and slid my fingers back between her legs.

'Oh gg,' she whispered. 'Ez.'

She came almost immediately, bucking wildly and screaming into the gag as I shoved my fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbed her clit mercilessly.

'Ug,' she gasped, panting around the gag as she came down from her high.'Ang u szdr.' I chose to translate this as 'Thank you Master'.

I slapped her bottom making her wince.

'I'm going to make us some lunch.' It was partly true. I also needed a bloody good wank. I suppose I could have used her but I got the impression she wanted to bask in the afterglow.

*

'Would Master consider taking his slave for another walk?' She said as we ate lunch together. She'd stripped off the wet lingerie and was back in the bikini. She was still wearing the hood and hadn't showered. I could smell the scent of her body and her arousal. It reminded me of those times she'd come home from netball practice in her kit and sat on my face. I should probably have punished her for dressing without permission for a second time but she did look good in it and she had put the toe boots back on.

'I'm getting used to them,' she'd said when I'd commented. 'Do they please, Master?' she'd added coyly.

It was odd sitting over her as she knelt at my feet her face completely concealed by the hood but otherwise almost naked like something out of my ultimate fantasy.

How could I refuse a request from such a woman?

We did a longer walk and again didn't see anyone which was fortunate as there was no hiding this time with her in the hood and the single sleeve and the bikini and the toe boots. And the collar of course with leash attached.

I took various toys with me, the butt plug, the ball gag and the weighed nipple clamps.

When we were part way round the lake I closed the eye flaps of the hood and made her walk blindfolded.

'Do you like having me hooded, Sir?' she asked.

It was another of those awkward questions. She looked very sexy but did saying yes mean I liked to hide her face? Did it objectify her more than the fact she was a walking sex toy on a leash?

I stopped and looked at her.

'It has a certain appeal,' I told her, 'but I also like to see your face.'

'Did it make any difference to the way you punished me this morning?' she asked.

'I'm not sure it made much difference,' I told her.

'The hood made it easier for me to punish you at first,' she said as if confessing. 'It meant I couldn't see that it was you when I hurt you.'

I stopped and held out a hand to stop her too. She shifted on her toes as if uncomfortable.

'I'm sorry,' she said, then paused. 'Well, I'm not really you deserved it.' She turned her head as if looking away.'

'I'm not entirely sorry.'

Her head snapped back and I was glad she was hooded or those blue eyes would have been staring me down.

'What I mean is,' I went on hastily, 'that I'm not entirely sorry about the outcome.'

'You mean you like being my slave and sex toy?'

'Of course,' I told her, 'it stopped being a punishment a long time ago.'

'Yes,' she agreed, her lips curling into a smile inside the hood, 'it did, didn't it.'

'And what about you?' I asked. The hood was probably making this conversation easier.

'Are you asking if I enjoy having you as my sexy slave?' she asked.

'Something like that.'

She shrugged. 'It's not bad.' I could tell from her voice it was a lot more than that. 'It can be quite distracting sitting chatting to one of the girls knowing that I've got you strapped to the bed at home with my knickers stuffed in your mouth and that when I get back I'm going to sit on your face and make you tongue my pussy.'

She paused and stiffened. 'I assume there's nobody around.' She said, an edge of anxiety in her voice.

'Apart from the group of ramblers taking photos of you.'

She laughed. 'There had better not be.'

'There's nobody here.' I reassured her.

She seemed hesitant again.

'Master.' She said. 'Is there anything tie my leash to?'

I looked around. There was a post marking the path.

'Yes,' I told her.

'Would you leave me here for a while?' She shivered. 'Completely alone.' She licked her lips. 'Tied up like an animal.'

I stared at her. She was clearly blushing even though I couldn't see her face; her chest was glowing red.

I pulled on her leash.

'Please, Master.'

I lead her to the pole.

'You'll need to kneel down.'

She did and I tied the leash off.

'If you're going to be tethered like an animal you should be naked and have a tail.' I told her.

'Yes, I should,' she said. Her voice was unsteady as if she was frightened but determined.

I undid the bikini and then had her lean forward so I could put the butt plug back into her. Her pussy was wet so there was no need for any extra lubrication. Then I gagged her and, finally, I put the weighted nipple clamps on her.

'I'm going back to the house,' I told her as I walked away. 'I'll give you an hour.'

I saw the shiver of fear but she didn't protest. Would she know I was lying? I stood a short distance away then took a couple photos.

She was just kneeling there hooded and helpless and naked, tethered, my slave or perhaps my pet girl. As seemed to be pretty standard for this weekend, my cock was rigid inside my jeans.

She knelt for a long time and I watched her move her shoulders then lean forward then shake her breasts so that the weights on the nipple clamps swung from side to side. Then she put her head back and moaned into the large ball gag. After that, with her hands trapped in the single sleeve, she struggled to move the butt plug.

After a while she began to shift on her knees taking up the slack in the tether that held her to the post as if she wanted to make sure she was completely secured.

Then I saw her slide her weight across so that she wasn't kneeling properly but was sitting on her right leg with her weight on the boot.

Then she began to rock.

It was obvious what she was doing.

*

I watched fascinated as she continued to masturbate, moaning more and more loudly into her gag and playing with her tail. At one point she fell onto her side, whimpering with frustration but then rolling onto her back and pressing her thighs together. She tried to rub her pussy on the boot again but it clearly wasn't enough so she rolled onto her side and squirmed trying to get back onto her knees. It was obviously hard work and after several unsuccessful attempts she was panting hard.

Then she rolled onto her front and then seemed to realise the effect this had on her clamped nipples. She jerked but then seemed to relax. I continued to watch as she pulled her knees under her and then knelt up, the weights swinging under her nipples.

She shook her head. One of her familiar gestures when her hair was in her eyes but, of course, in the hood she still couldn't see. I wondered if she really thought I'd left her. Surely she realised I would be watching. Maybe she was doing this for my benefit.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out thinking to take some more pictures of my helpless and supposedly dominant wife apparently enjoying being kept in bondage.

And there was little doubt she was enjoying it. I recalled walking in the day before and her explanation that she was testing the inescapability of the single sleeve. Had she simply been enjoying the bondage? No, that was Jo being Jo.

I crept closer. I could hear her breathing round the gag, see where the dirt from the path had stuck to her skin. She was moaning to herself, rocking back and forth clearly close to orgasm. There was no doubt she was enjoying this.

I couldn't resist a little mischief.

She'd kept me as her sex slave for two years. I wasn't going to go big on revenge. I loved my wife and, if everything went back to where we were tomorrow with me in a cock cage licking her pussy and spending my nights in bondage listening to her wanking with her sex toys, then I was entirely happy with that. I really didn't care if she punished me for a fortnight for what I was about to do.

I'd been listening to a nature podcast on my way to work earlier in the week and it had consisted of a nature ramble with three people talking as they walked. I dialled it up and switched it on with the volume turned down. Then I began to turn the volume up. I figured that with the hood on sounds would be muffled for her. I certainly hadn't noticed when she'd brought her best friend home and allowed her to punish me.

She was still trying to bring herself to orgasm when she obviously heard the voices. She stilled immediately and I jumped a bit on the path to simulate the footsteps of three people. I watched her kneel up, alert now to her discovery her head turning from side to side. Then, clearly forgetting the leash she tried to stand up. The sudden tightening on the leash made her lose her balance and she fell onto her side.

There was nothing she could do. She just lay there, perhaps hoping that whoever was coming might not notice her.

I was so going to be punished for this.

I stopped beside her and paused the podcast guessing she must know that whoever was out there was looking at her. She was, presumably, wondering what they might do to her. Wondering if they must release her or maybe even take advantage of her.

She was probably also wondering why I'd left her alone. Maybe she was hoping I'd step in and protect her. Maybe she was thinking of how she was going to punish me for abandoning her.

At my feet, she shivered.

I walked off as noisily as I could turning on the podcast again and then letting fade out.

*

When I got back to her she was up on her knees. I tried to make a noise as I approached and then called out to her. She turned her head towards me even though she couldn't see.

'Are you ok?' I asked.

She tipped her head to the side as if thinking then nodded.

'Ready to go back?'

She shook her head.

'You want to stay here?'

'I ndu o ug e.'

I undid her gag.

'Please Sir,' she said, 'put that back in and fuck me like the bondage slut I am.'

How could I refuse?

I re gagged her pushed her forward and knelt down behind her. Undid my jeans and pushed her tail to the side.

Her sex was pink and swollen.

She whimpered as I entered her.

'O ug,' she said, 'I ona ung.'

She did, climaxing almost immediately and ramming herself back onto me.

'Ug... ug... ug,' she said as a second orgasm started.

She came again when I shot my load inside her.

*

I had to free her and let her dress for the journey home. She kept the toe boots on and was wearing a sweater and short leather skirt. She hadn't asked me to remove the collar either.

'It was you, wasn't it, Sir?' she said as I drove up the motorway.

'Me?' I asked as innocently as I could.

'Teasing me by pretending someone else was there.'

'Someone else found you?'

Her head turned sharply towards me.

'I know it was you,' she said. Though there was a hint of doubt in her voice.

I hid my smiled.

'Does it excite you to know that someone else has seen you?' I asked.

I know it was you but....' She turned her head slightly as if considering. 'Yes, it did excite me.' She paused. 'It was you wasn't it?'

'I was in the cottage clearing up.'

Her hand squeezed my thigh.

'It was one of my fantasies,' she said. 'Once. To be caught... found. Like that.'

'Found like that?' I asked.

'I used to tie myself up,' she said. 'There was a patch of woodland just inside this old estate. I used to go in there with rope and...'

I glanced over.

'And take my clothes off and... well. Roll around a bit with my hands and feet bound. In my head I kind of hoped someone would find me.'

My brain lurched trying to take this revelation in. I licked my lips nervously. 'Anyone in particular?'

There was silence and I glanced across at her. She was blushing furiously.

'Come on,' I said. 'Who?'

'Alright,' she said. 'Melissa.'

I almost had to lift my jaw out of my lap; as it was I'm sure I almost lost control of the car.

'So did it ever happen?' I asked as casually as I could.

'Are you asking if I ever had hot lesbian sex in bondage with my best friend?'

It was my turn to blush.

'You're going to be in so much trouble when we get home,' she said.

5)

I wasn't in trouble and at one stage she'd guided my hand between her legs as I drove.

'It is still the weekend,' she said as we finished unloading the car, walking almost effortlessly in her toe boots now.

'Yes,' I said, 'it's still Sunday.'

'I was hoping Master might give his slave girl one final spanking. After all, we both agree I've been a very naughty girl recently.'

'You're a little overdressed for a slave.'

'Yes, Sir.'

She pulled off her sweater bearing her breasts and then slid out of the leather skirt. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath.

'May I keep the boots on?'

'You may.'

'Thank you, Sir.' She dropped to her knees. 'Master?'

'Yes.'

'Will you use rope, please.'

*

That was how it had started for me. When Jo had first started to dominate me, she had used rope to tie me up.

I started with her wrists, looping the cord and then drawing her wrists together behind her; then I pulled the ends through ensuring the ropes were tight before tying them off. I knew the drill, she'd done it to me enough times.

I did her elbows next. She'd had to work to make mine touch but hers came together easily. Then, I lead her over to the sofa and put her over my knees.

She quivered with excitement at the first slap. Her bottom was quite bruised from the use of the crop and the fly swatter. I slapped her again, enjoying the sound and the vibration of her flesh.

'Harder, please, Sir,' she said. She voice was a little dreamy and I wondered again about subspace.

I slapped her harder.

'I've been a really bad girl, haven't I, Sir?'

I slapped her again.

'Please, Sir,' she said, 'make me cry again.'

*

Her bottom was glowing red when I took her up to bed. Her eyes were red too. I'd wanted to stop but she'd insisted, making me spank her until my hand was sore.

I made her walk in front of me partly to ensure she didn't fall down them in her toe boots with her wrists tied and partly so I would watch her.

In the bedroom she dropped to her knees.

'After I've served you, will you tie me at the bottom of the bed, Master?' she asked. 'I want you to treat me like a real slave.'

'Why?'

'I want to.' She said, looking up at me, her eyes were red. She looked very different from the beautiful dominant mistress I was used to. There was snot on her face. 'I've done it to you often enough.'

'I don't want revenge,' I told her. 'I like being your slave.'

'It's not that, Sir.' She bowed her head.

I wasn't quite sure what to say. 'And how do you plan to serve me?'

'By sucking your cock, Sir, like the slave slut I am.'

I smiled and undressed. Then I sat on the bed.

Kneeling collared and with her wrists bound, she knelt between my legs and gave my cock her full attention.

After all the sex I was surprised how easily she brought me to orgasm. I was surprised, after I came in her mouth that she asked for permission to swallow.

'You don't have to,' I told her.

She did it anyway.

'Don't you want a bit of fun too?' I asked.

'I'm a slave, Sir,' she said. 'And I've been a very naughty girl. I need to be punished.' She she smiled up at me. 'Besides, I'm a bit sore down there.'

I helped her lay down at the foot of the bed and tied her legs together. Then I looped a rope from her collar to the bed frame.

'Thank you, Sir,' she said. 'Will you hood me and gag me too?' There was a resoluteness in her voice.

'Really?' I asked. 'I'm not convinced you've been naughty at all.'

'Take my word for it, Master. I've been really naughty.' She grinned up at me. 'And this is your last chance to punish me.'

I looked at her in surprise.

'Tomorrow morning, your cocks going back in that cage.' She winked. 'Sir.'

What could I do? I hooded her and gagged her then I laid her on her side and pushed the butt plug back in.

Then I went to bed.

*

We woke side by side. Half way through the night I couldn't bear the thought of my lovely blonde wife lying naked and gagged in bondage a few feet away. I'd climbed out of bed and laid down beside her.

I think she'd appreciated it, particularly when I'd started playing with her nipples.

But when the alarm went off, I knew the weekend was over. I didn't try anything, I just untied her and went into the shower.

When I came out, I expected to find her waiting with the cock cage.

She wasn't.

'I'm going to give you a little more freedom,' she told me. 'Until tonight at least.'

'Is this because Melissa's coming?' I asked.

She began to blush. 'It might be.'

'I thought she knew all our secrets.'

'Not all of them.' She flashed me a smile. 'Besides, if your cocks in a cage, you won't be able to wank over those photos you took of me this weekend.'

I opened my mouth to deny it.

'Don't even try to deny it. I know you.' She pressed her advantage. 'I'm looking forward to seeing them later.'

'You don't mind?'

'I can hardly complain. All this is about you wanking over strange women. Now I know you're going to be wanking over me.'

I kissed her.

'That's your first demerit.' She said.

'Sorry, Mistress.'

'So I want a text at lunchtime to confirm that you've done it and I want a copy of the picture that made you cum.'

I stared at her.

'Yes, Mistress.' I looked at my watch. 'I'd better go.'

'It's only seven fifteen.' She said.

'I have an early meeting.' I lied.

I was hoping to be at least half way to work when she realised she was still collared and I had the keys in my pocket.

*

When I arrived home on Monday evening, I expected to find Mistress waiting for me and to some extent she was. What I didn't expect was to find her kneeling in the hall apparently naked aside from my gimp mask and with her arms restrained behind her back. She was gagged too and the eye flaps were shut essentially blindfolding her. She was still wearing my old leather collar, locked in place and, now that I looked, was back in the toe boots. She had clamps on her nipples too.

'Mistress? Jo?'

She lifted her head turning vaguely in my direction and I saw the chain between her nipple clamps swing slightly.

There was something else and it took me a moment to work it out. I suddenly realised she was restrained in the single sleeve.

'How did you...?'

There was no way she could have done this by herself. I put my bag down and stepped behind her. The hood and collar and even the single sleeve were locked on. There were little padlocks hanging from the toe boots too. Fortunately the gag wasn't locked in place and unbuckled it. It was the big three inch ball gag and even with the strap undone it took me a few moments to get the large white ball out of her mouth.

'Unggh'. She moved her jaw. 'Thank you. I'm not as used to it as you.'

'Jo. What's going on?'

'I wanted to surprise you, Master.'

'You certainly did that.' I said setting the gag to one side. 'Who helped you... surprise me?'

'Who do you think?'

'Melissa?'

'I thought you'd like that,' she said coyly.

It must have been voluntary because at little more than five feet in the skyscraper stilettos she always seemed to be wearing, the perky blonde certainly couldn't have overpowered my Amazon of a wife. Jo was here because she wanted to be.

I suddenly felt unnerved.

'Is there something I need to know?' I asked guardedly recalling our conversation in the car the day before and, now I thought of it, Jo had mentioned a couple of times in passing about staying over at Melissa's. This was usually as she was going out of the door leaving me in bondage. I'd assumed she was saying this to get a rise out of me.

Was I wrong? Was there more to their relationship? It seemed there was.

I saw her lips curl into a smile inside the hood. 'Melissa may have done more that whip you.'

'What?' I gasped. 'You mean...?'

'In your dreams, Adam!' Jo said sharply but with a touch of humour. 'At least I don't think too much happened when I left you alone with her.'

I shook my head. What she was saying seemed bizarre - but then so was becoming my wife's slave.

'She gave me some great advice.'

'Advice?'

'I didn't get all of my ideas from the internet.'

'You mean...?'

'Oh Melissa has always liked to be in charge. She was more than willing to show me the ropes.' She laughed.

'She's tied you up?' Much as I'd liked the fantasy of my wife enjoying hot lesbian sex with her sexy school friend, I wasn't sure I was happy about it happening in reality. Moreover, I wondered suddenly where it left me. If Melissa was coming to stay would I be banished to the spare room while the two of them played with each other? This weekend had clearly demonstrated my wife's submissive desires. Had Melissa been fulfilling them?

Even as I thought this I tried not to think of the two of them dominating me. Seeing Jo had already set my pulse racing and my cock twitching the thought of Jo and Melissa playing with me as I squirmed helplessly pushed me to a full on stiffy that threatened to burst out of my trousers.

'She showed me a few positions and we did some role play.'

'Role play?' I crouched in front of her and undid the eye flaps of the gimp mask.

'I couldn't have become your adored mistress without her help.' Jo blinked the looked at me. 'And believe me, you wouldn't have enjoyed what I did to you half as much without her input.'

'She taught you how to dominate me?' I knew I was sounding thick but I really wanted all this clarified.

'Yes.' I saw her lick her lips, something we both do when we're nervous and I could tell she was blushing furiously.

'And, now she's coming to stay with us for a few weeks?'

*

I heard the click of heels and turned to see Melissa coming out of the kitchen. She was certainly a good looking woman and the leather vest and miniskirt she was wearing certainly maximised her assets from my point of view. The studded leather collar, black against her pale skin did it for me too; so did the thigh boots.

The whip was just the icing on the cake.

She leant against the doorframe folding her arms across her more than ample cleavage.

'I'm glad to see my slaves know their place,' she said looking down at me as I knelt in front of Jo, 'but I don't recall giving permission for you to remove that slave's gag.' She regarded me coolly with her blue eyes.

'Your slave?' My mouth was dry.

'Mistress...,' Jo said.

'Silence, Slavegirl,' Melissa barked in a tone that left no room for refusal.

Jo lowered her head submissively and Melissa straightened up pushing herself off the wall advancing on me.

'Why are you still dressed.' Melissa said glaring at me and sounding menacing. She let the long coiled whip she held uncurl. 'Jo said she had you well trained and here you are earning demerits for both of you.'

'Both?'

The whip flicked out cracking in the air beside me making me flinch.

'Don't make me hurt you, wimp.' Melissa said in that menacing voice. 'I'll whip that shirt from your back if you don't take it off now.'

I looked at her with my mouth hanging open.

'Don't tell me you don't want this, slave, I can see the bulge of your worthless cock from here. I can't believe Jo didn't lock it up before sending you out this morning.' She stood in front of me drawing herself up to what must have been nearly five feet two inches, almost a foot shorter than me. I could, I suppose if I'd wanted to, have jumped to my feet and overpowered her, even with the whip. I could have dragged her across my knee and given her a bloody good spanking. I could have followed it with the same treatment for my hooded and tightly restrained wife.

She might only be five two but Melissa is very intimidating with those bright blue eyes.

'But,' I said lamely, 'Jo is my mistress.'

'Jo!' Melissa scoffed. 'Little Jojo here is as submissive as they come. We've all known that since she was fifteen.'

I looked at my tightly restrained wife who could have put this woman across her knees to deliver that spanking as easily as I could.

'When she met you, we all cheered. We could all imagine you being the dominant type she wanted. You can imagine the girls' shock when you turned out to be a sub. You can imagine Jo's disappointment too. There she was already to go down on her knees and let you do all kinds of unspeakable things to her helpless and utterly gorgeous body and you turn out to be Wimply.'

It seemed Jo hadn't been entirely honest with her friend or friends.

'How do you know she still wants that now?' I asked. 'I enjoy having her as my mistress.'

'How do I know?' Melissa laughed again. 'She's kneeling on the floor with a collar round her throat which, as you well know, she went to work in. She's wearing a gimp mask and have you seen the way she's been dressing? All that slutty lingerie and her knickers spend more time in your mouth than they do against her pussy.'

I'd thought that was for my benefit all that wearing bedroom lingerie under her work clothes and going out for nights with the girls in her short skirts wearing no knickers. She'd even told me she wore nipple clamps to work sometimes.

And then there was this weekend when she'd been incredibly submissive.

'She loves to be humiliated and told what to do.' Melissa said. 'She's even more of a bondage slut than you. So get your kit off and kneel beside your fellow slave. It's time you learnt what it's like to serve a proper mistress.'