A curious twist in which a dominant wife decides to experience domination and directs her compliant husband.
By "J"
Linda had always taken the lead in our relationship. She had asked me out for our first date. She had suggested (actually, decided is probably a better word) that I move in with her. And most of all, she had always been the aggressor when it came to sex.
Not that I'm complaining, you understand -- I've always been a quiet, retiring, "go with the flow" sort of person. I was -- and am -- perfectly content to let Linda call the shots, and as far as her dominant attitude towards sex goes, why mess with success?
Thus it came as somewhat of a surprise when she informed me, in no uncertain terms, that I was going to dominate that evening.
"I am?" I said, taken aback.
"Yes, you are," she replied simply, taking another sip from her wine glass.
"Ok... It'll be nice to have a slave-slut at my beck and call," I quipped, grinning. In response, she smiled and caressed the back of my hand -- then dug her long red fingernails in.
"Don't kid yourself, my love," she said as I yanked my hand to safety. "You will dominate me -- physically -- tonight, but I am still the one in charge."
As I sat there, sucking the marks on my wounded hand, she again smiled, and continued sipping her wine.
Needless to say, it was with some apprehension that I entered our bedroom that night.
As I approached the doorway, I could see the flickering of candlelight in the darkened room. Linda had retired 15 minutes earlier, while I sat in the living room with a book, hoping she wasn't serious about this idea, but knowing she was.
Crossing the threshold, I was greeted by a sight that immediately sent my pulse racing.
In the center of our bed, Linda quietly sat. On each of the two nightstands flanking the bed, three candles jumped and flickered. The dancing lights softly illuminated the lithe supple form of her body.
As I stood in the doorway staring, she gave her head a toss, sweeping her raven, shoulder-length hair behind her.
"It's time to begin," she said as she reclined on the bed, her head propped up by two large pillows.
I nodded silently and began to disrobe. When I was completely undressed, she said, "Good. Now, open the top drawer of the nightstand." When I had complied, she continued, "Take those scarves and bind my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Make sure the knots are tight and secure, but don't cut off my circulation."
Again, I nodded silently, and, scarves in hand, set to my task. When I had finished, and Linda lay spread-eagled before me, I briefly toyed with the idea of shifting from her obviously carefully-planned encounter to a scenario of my own choosing, but prior experiences of Linda's fierce temper, combined with a love of life (and a desire for mine to continue) led me to promptly dismiss these foolish fantasies.
"You did a good job," Linda said as she tugged at each of her bonds, "I can't pull free at all."
"I'm glad you like it," I answered.
"Now I'm ready for the next step. In the bathroom you'll find a basin; fill it with warm water, then bring it, a razor and shaving cream, and a towel out here. I want you to shave me."
In a minute or two, I returned with the items she had requested.
"Good, now take the scissors on the dresser and trim the pubic hair as close as you can. When you've done that, moisten whatever hair is left, apply the shaving cream, and remove the rest."
I did as she said, first cropping at her dark and curlies as close to the skin as I could with the scissors. The abundant (but not overgrown) bush quickly gave way before the onslaught. Next I dipped the towel in the basin of water and began massaging the pubes remaining around her opening. I heard her sigh as I did this, and I could tell that she was becoming increasingly excited as the scene unfolded.
When I felt that the water had had a chance to soften the remaining bristles, I reached for the can of shaving cream and applied a copious amount of the foam to her crotch. The razor (with one blade change) made short work of what was left of her bush, and in about ten minutes, I was wiping the last of the shaving cream and shorn hair from her opening. When I was done, I tossed the towel and shaving implements to the floor.
"Ok, what next?" I asked as I ran my fingers over her bald pussy, which was now lubricating freely.
"In the bottom drawer of the nightstand," she said.
I opened the specified drawer. Inside were two rather large dildos, a tube of K-Y jelly, and a set of nipple clamps. I removed the objects and placed them on the bed next to us.
"Now, first the tittie clips. You'll see that the spring tension is adjustable. I want you to set it on the highest setting, then attach them to my breasts..." she said.
I made the required adjustments, then out of curiosity, I attached on of the clips to my left index finger. The clip was surprisingly tight, and while the pressure wasn't quite painful to my finger (at least not yet), I was sure that it would be a different matter entirely for Linda's lovely nipples.
I removed the clip from my finger and reattached it to Linda's left breast at the base of her nipple, so that it grabbed up a good deal of areola as well. Linda gave a muffled squeak as I allowed full pressure to come to bear on her tit.
"Is that too tight?" I asked.
"No, no," she replied with a slight gasp, "that's fine, now the other one, just like you did the first."
I complied with her instructions, attaching the other clamp to her right breast. Again, she gave a short squeal, then said, "that's good... jeez! They're tight!"
In response, I gave the clamp on her right tit a playful tug, causing her to wince and gasp.
"I'm sorry!" I said, dismayed at having caused her any unwanted pain, "I didn't realize it was so uncomfortable... do you want me to take them off now?"
"No, leave them on," she said. "Now take one of those rubber dicks. There's two of them, so I guess you can figure out what to do with them... do my ass first."
"Ok," I replied as I reached for the K-Y and began applying it to her anal opening. Although Linda and I had tried anal sex once or twice before, she had always said it was too uncomfortable, and it had never become a regular part of our sexual repertoire. Now here she was ASKING for a dildo to be placed in her ass -- a dildo that, at about ten inches in length, was three inches longer than I was!
When her hole was properly greased, I squeezed some more lubricant onto the dildo itself, being sure to apply an extra thick layer around the head. Next I positioned the artificial phallus at Linda's rectal opening, which wasn't exactly easy with Linda lying on her back as she was.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Push it in me, and no matter what happens, don't stop until the full length is inside."
"Ok," I said and began to apply pressure. With surprisingly little effort, the head popped past Linda's sphincter. I guess all the lubrication, combined with the strength of my arm was able to overwhelm any natural resistance from Linda's opening.
Unfortunately, while it may have been easy for me, it plainly was not so for her. As soon as the head had passed into her, she let out a sharp cry of pain and began yelling, "No, no! Stop, stop! Take it out!"
I immediately stopped and pulled the thing clear of her passage. "Are you alright?" I asked, alarmed.
"Yes! Why did you stop?" she said, clearly angered.
"What do you mean 'why did I stop?'" I said, amazed. "You said for me to!"
"That's because it was hurting so much," she replied. "I also said 'no matter what happens, don't stop.' Now do it again."
Needless to say, her attitude that I had done something wrong kind of ticked me off. "Fine," I replied and again positioned the rubber dick at her opening. "Ready?"
"Yes, do it." she replied.
Again the head passed into her with little effort. I felt and saw her whole body tense as penetration took place, but this time she didn't cry out. I paused and looked up at her face. The perspiration on her brow, clenched jaw, and intense look bespoke her discomfort at the intruder. For a second, I considered pulling the object out and ending the game right here, but then I decided "to hell with it" and pushed it deeper into her.
She took a good six inches without response, but finally could contain herself no more.
"Stop!" she cried. "Wait, pull it out! It hurts to much!"
"Fuck you, love," I replied, knowing that if I stopped she'd only bitch me out again.
"No! Please! It's killing me!" she wailed as I proceeded to push. As each inch progressed deeper into her, she continued twisting and struggling at her bonds trying to halt the intrusion.
Finally, the whole length was secured inside her, and she lay there panting from the exertion of her struggles, mumbling "Oh God, oh God," over and over.
She continued this way for five minutes or so, then turned to me and smiled, "That was how I wanted it. Thank you."
"Should I do the other one now?" I asked.
"Yes, all the way in. One stroke."
Taking the other dildo up, I positioned it at her front opening and began a slow, smooth insertion. Linda's juices were flowing quite well by now, and no K-Y was necessary. Her cunt swallowed the dildo with no trouble, and the only sounds from Linda were a soft cooing as penetration took place.
"That's good," she said. "Now we have to secure everything in it's place. The dick in my ass should be alright with me lying on my back, but I'm afraid the one in my cunt may work it's way loose. The tit clips, too."
"Ok, so what do I do?" I asked.
"On the dresser, there's a large stick of wax. Get it."
"Ok," I said and retrieved the wax. It was a red brick, about five inches long, three wide, and two thick.
"Now take one of the candles, and begin melting the block, letting the hot wax drip onto my nipples until they're completely covered."
I did as she instructed, holding a sputtering candle to the block of red wax. Within a few seconds, the red droplets began falling on Linda's nipples. I could hear the hiss of a sharp intake of breath each time a drop fell. Soon a layer of hardening wax had built up over her nipple, areola, and nipple clamp.
"Good, good," Linda moaned. "Now the other."
When I had sealed both clips in place, Linda looked up at me and said, "Now take the remaining wax and seal my pussy."
The pulsing of Linda's excited snatch and her reaction to the hot wax being dribbled on her tits had caused the dildo in her cunt to slip an inch or so. I gently pushed it back in, until only the base was visible, surrounded by the puffy outer lips of her slick cunt. I then checked the rubber cock in her ass, but it was still securely stowed in her behind. Assured that Linda was fully impaled, I set to the task of sealing her vagina shut.
I decided to start at the bottom of her crack, and began dripping the hot wax into her distended hole near the base of her lips. It took several minutes to build up a firm base of hardened wax. Every time a drop of wax hit her sensitive opening, Linda would hiss or moan, and occasionally jerk her hips, and this would sometimes cause the wax to crack, necessitating that I dribble more wax in to repair the damage.
After 20 minutes or so, I had used up two thirds of what remained of the block, and Linda's sexy opening had been almost completely covered by a layer of hardened red wax.
"Now my clit, seal my clit," Linda hissed at me.
When the first drop hit her ultimate spot, she let out a sharp cry. "Aiee! It burns!" she said.
I dribbled another drop, and again she cried out. As the coat of wax began to build up, her cries subsided, but her chest was heaving, and she gave short, sudden tugs to her bonds each time a new drop fell. In a few minutes, her clit and cunt were completely sealed. I put the candle and what little remained of the wax block on one of the nightstands and turned back to Linda for my next directions.
"What now?" I asked
"Give me a minute to rest," she said. "I've got so many new sensations flooding my body... I need a few moments to get used to them all.
She lay still for several minutes, softly panting, her eyes closed. After a time she opened her eyes and gazed intently at me.
"Ok, I'm ready for the final phase. I want you to fuck my face. I want you to stick your cock down my throat until my lips are at the base and then I want you to fuck my face and cum down the back of my throat," she said, staring me straight in the eye.
This was something I hadn't expected! In the years that we had been together, Linda had never been able to get more than four inches of my cock into her mouth, and had never, NEVER let me cum in her mouth.
"But what if you gag?" concerned that she might not be able to handle it.
"It doesn't matter. I don't caring if I'm choking the entire time. Just fuck my face, and no matter what happens, no matter I do or say, Do Not Stop!"
Obediently, I crawled to the head of the bed and positioned my cock in front of her face. When her mouth opened, I slowly eased the head past her lips and began gently stroking, giving her time to become accustomed to my dick. After about 30 seconds, I leaned forward and began to slowly slide my cock deeper into her mouth. When I had about four inches in, I heard her begin to cough, and felt her head instinctively try to pull back slightly.
I paused in my advance and reached down to caress her head and face, but did not pull back. After a short while, she stopped coughing, and I began to push again. Almost immediately, she began gagging again. Knowing there was no other solution, I grasped her head and holding it firmly between my hands, forced my cock the rest of the way down her throat and held it there.
By now she was tugging violently at her bonds, her hands clasping and unclasping. Tears streamed down her lovely face as she choked on the cock lodged deep in her throat.
I began giving short, quick pumps, pulling back an inch or so and then pushing forward again. Although I found Linda's frenzied struggles and desperate gagging to be rather disconcerting, I must admit that the spasming of her throat around my cock felt wonderful and I was soon at the point of cumming.
As I felt my orgasm rising, I gave a final thrust and released my semen down Linda's throat, turning her final coughs into muffled gurgles.
When my climax was over, I held my pole in place for a few seconds longer, then slowly withdrew it. When I had pulled it clear of her mouth, Linda began coughing and gasping for air. The violence of her hacking was such that she managed to expel several wads of my cum, despite the fact that I had spewed it straight down her esophagus.
I sat on the bed at her side and watched as her fit ran its course. After a few moments she subsided and lay back on the bed, apparently exhausted.
"That was incredible," she said, her tear-streaked face staring up at the ceiling. "I could hardly breathe once you had it all the way in. I thought I was going to strangle until you started giving those short thrusts... and then just as I managed to get a good breath, you came -- and I inhaled your load!"
"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned despite her apparent satisfaction with what had occurred.
"Yes, darling." she said, turning to me and smiling. "There's just one thing more you must do to me. Take the ball gag and fit me with it, then blindfold me. Once you've done that, I want you to leave me as I am, and don't untie me until morning."
I did as she said, first popping the large red ball into her mouth and fastening the gag behind her head, then securing the blindfold over her eyes. When the task was complete, I paused and looked over her supine form, glistening with perspiration in the candlelight.
After a minute or so, I got up and went to the kitchen for a soda and a snack. I returned shortly and sat on a chair at the foot of the bed munching my sandwich and sipping the drink. After a several minutes, Linda began moaning through the gag and tugging at her bonds. I saw her hips begin the slow rotation and thrusting that I knew meant she was nearing the brink of orgasm.
She continued her erotic writhing until her body tensed, an orgasms sweeping through her. When it had apparently passed, she again began humping her hips in the air and soon a second orgasm surged through her frame. And then a third, almost immediately followed by a fourth. Then a fifth.
By this time my soda and sandwich lay forgotten at the foot of the bed as I sat entranced by the sight before me, my hand slowly working up and down my again-rigid pole. By the time her sixth orgasm arrived, my strokes had increased to a furious intensity. By the time of her seventh, I was standing at the head of the bed at the edge of climax. When her eight orgasm arrived, I too came, sending jets of hot white juice flying across her face. As she felt the first pulse of my cum hit her cheek, she turned to face me, allowing the remaining spurts to splash across her nose and chin.
I left her like that. Bound, gagged, and blindfolded, impaled by the two phalluses, held by the unrelenting embrace of the nipple clips, with my semen splashed across her face.
Linda and I had been together for two and a half years. In all that time, she had never hinted at the submissive side to her sexuality that apparently existed. Quite the contrary; as long as I had known her, Linda had been an aggressive, confident go-getter -- the kind of person who was as unlikely to accept "no" for an answer as those who knew her were to offer it. But when this hidden facet of her personality finally emerged, it emerged with a vengeance.
At Linda's direction, I had bound her, shaved her cunt, attached or inserted various devices, and then, as the climax, fucked her face so hard and well that she had choked as I came. Linda had insisted that I leave her bound that night, and I must admit that I, too, found the experience unexpectedly stimulating.
The sun was slanting through the blinds when I awoke the next morning. I had dozed off on the couch after leaving Linda asleep in a state of bondage and submission of her own design.
I looked at the clock on the VCR and saw that it was nearly 9:45.
Still naked from the previous evening's encounter, I returned to our bedroom. Linda was still spread-eagled on the bed, and with the blindfold on, I couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep.
Crouching next to her, I gently unfastened her gag and removed the ball from her mouth. As I pulled it free, her mouth closed slightly and her tongue emerged to wet her lips.
"I love you," she said smiling.
"And I you," I replied and softly kissed her.
"Untie me," she said, and I did, freeing first her legs, which were tied at the ankle to the bottom two bedposts, then her arms which were similarly tied at the wrists.
When this was done, she slowly stretched her limbs, bringing her knees up to her chest, then allowing them to slide back down, while simultaneously rotating her arms and bending her elbows.
"Ahhh! That feels so good!" she sighed, and pulled the blindfold from her eyes. "Good morning!" she smiled to me when she could see again.
"Good morning to you too," I replied, kissing her again. "How do you feel?"
"Sore. Satisfied. Wonderful!" she said, and swung her legs around to sit on the edge of the bed, leaving flakes of crumbling red wax on the sheet as she did so.
She then removed the nipple clips I had placed on her the night before and put them on the nightstand.
"Ah! That smarts! My nipples had gotten kind of numb, but releasing the pressure hurts almost as much as applying it!" she said.
That done, she stood, causing more bits of wax to fall to the floor. The hot wax I had applied to her crotch was now cracking and had mostly fallen away, although the two objects lodged in her vagina and rectum were still in place.
Linda then strode into the bathroom, using her hands to keep the two dildos from working free as she walked. I followed her, and watched as she drew a bath, using her free hand to keep the objects in place.
"Jeez, walking around with these things in me is going to take some getting used to... I guess we're going to need to find a way to keep them in when my hands are tied," she said as the tub began to fill.
"Huh?" I was dumbfounded. I knew she had enjoyed the previous evening's proceedings, but I'd never expected her to want to adopt them as a permanent part of her lifestyle... It was all just a fantasy to add spice... wasn't it?
As I stood there speechless, Linda continued filling the tub. When her bath was drawn, she slowly -- and with obvious reluctance -- removed the two dildos from her body, and placed them on the counter.
She then lowered herself into the steaming water and began cleansing her body of the remaining bits of wax from the night before.
I went out to the kitchen and drank a glass of orange juice -- a double.
An hour or so later, Linda emerged fully dressed from the bedroom and announced that she had some errands to run. I told her to have fun, and adjourned to the bathroom for my own shower. I noticed that the two dildos had disappeared from their place on the countertop, and I assumed Linda had returned them to their accommodations within her body. After my shower, I retired to the bedroom and switched on the Saturday morning cartoons.
I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes, Bugs Bunny had been replaced by a spaghetti western and Linda had returned from her errand.
"Well, what do you think?" she said as she stood between me and the TV screen -- she was completely nude. Or almost completely. Her only garment was a simple harness of heavy elastic straps which stretched down through her crotch and back up around her hips and waist -- similar to a g-string, but constructed of much stronger materials than is the norm.
"Um, nice... what's it for?" I asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" she replied, raising her left leg and placing her foot on the mattress. As I looked, I could see that Linda's vagina and rectum still contained the artificial phalluses, and that the elastic straps were keeping both organs firmly seated in their respective openings.
"Isn't it great?" she continued happily. "I can jog, go to work, go shopping, whatever, and I never have to take them out except to use the bathroom... and to take you." she finished demurely.
"Yeah, great," I said half-heartedly. Where was this going to end?
"Let me show you some of the other things I got." she said, turning to a brown paper bag at the foot of the bed.
Among the items she produced were a set of leather cuffs (to better secure her arms and legs to the bed at night), a penis gag (the phallus portion was fully 6 inches long and hollow, with an opening at the base and the tip so that it formed a kind of fat tube), and a box containing three copper rings (each about an inch in diameter) and a sharp awl-like instrument (I didn't even want to ASK about that one!).
"What's all this stuff for?" I asked hesitantly.
"Wait till tonight, and you'll see," she answered with a sly smile. Uh-oh, I thought.
As Linda put away her goodies, I got up and went out to the kitchen. I reached for the oj, but then decided I wanted something stronger and got the milk instead. As I pulled the container out of the frig, I noticed that it was almost full, which was strange since it had been nearly empty earlier. Oh, well, I figured, Linda must have picked up a new quart while she was out.
As I pour the glass, I noticed that the milk was unusually thick -- almost clumpy -- and that it had a strange odor. Great, it's sour, I thought.
"Don't drink that," Linda said from the doorway, still dressed only in her harness. "That's mine."
"Huh?" I said, confused, as she strode into the room and pour the viscous fluid back into the container, "but it's sour."
"No," she answered, matter-of-factly, "it's semen."
Wham! You could've floored me with a feather.
"You mean it's cum?!" I exclaimed, shocked. "Where the hell did you get a quart of cum?!"
"Here and there... it took a few hours, but it wasn't that difficult." I couldn't believe it! She acted like we were talking about getting the car repaired.
"Just a damn minute here," I growled, getting angrier by the second. "How could you do this? Doesn't our relationship mean anything to you?!"
"Hang on just one second, pal," Linda retorted. "First of all, you KNOW I'd never cheat on you. Second of all, if I did you'd know about it because I don't sneak around... If I want to do something I do it and I do it openly."
"Then how did you get a whole fucking quart of sperm?" I answered, still annoyed.
"Easy," she explained. "When I was downtown doing my shopping today, I just passed the container from booth to booth at some of those peepshow parlors with a note saying 'Please help fill this, I want to drink a cum cocktail.' Almost everyone complied."
"And nobody asked to take it straight from the spigot?" I said, still miffed, but increasingly less so.
"A few," she laughed, "but I told them I'd have to get your permission first!"
"Yeah, right," I said, chuckling... I could just see her running from stall to stall in some porno parlor asking for guys to jerk off in a milk jug! It was too much.
Linda returned the jug of semen to its shelf in the refrigerator, and I decided to settle for a glass of water. I didn't want to even THINK about what she intended to use the stuff for.
Later that evening, Linda and I decided to take in a movie, as is our habit on Saturday nights. We went to see some sort of crime thriller -- I don't remember too much about the film itself, except one brief scene. The villain had broken into the hero's apartment and surprised his girlfriend as she was about to take a bath. As she ran to the phone to call for help, he grabbed her, threw her to the floor and handcuffed her. He then dragged her back into the bathroom and thrust her head into the bathtub and held it underwater. She continued to struggle frantically as he drowned her, but he was much too strong.
As the scene unfolded, I heard Linda give a sharp gasp in the seat next to me. As the girlfriend on the screen struggled for her life, my girlfriend leaned over and said, "I want you to do that to me... please...."
I looked over at Linda, shocked at what she'd just said. In the flickering light of the theater, I could she her left hand massaging her breast, while her right hand manipulated the object buried in her sex through the intervening harness.
I was afraid somebody would notice what was going on and get us kicked out of the theater. Fortunately, just as I was sure someone would notice Linda's increasing excitement, the hero of the film kicked in the door, shot the bad guy, and saved his girlfriend.
"Hmph," said the girl next to me with the two dildos in her body, "what a crock."
As we drove home, I said to Linda, "You don't seriously want me to drown you, do you?" I had found the whole thing a bit disturbing... just what was going on in my girlfriend's mind?
"No, not really," she admitted. "Not to kill me... It's just that it would be such an act of submission, to be totally dependent on you, for air... for life."
"I see," I said quietly.
"I know you're not into it... that's why I know I can trust you," she said. "I don't know what's going on inside my head... I've never thought of myself as a masochist or anything... it's just that as I saw that girl on the screen, I couldn't help thinking how wonderful what was happening must feel."
"I guess I understand," I said slowly. "But I don't want anything to happen to you. I love you."
"I love you, too," she said. "We can take it slowly... we don't have to try it tonight... maybe if we time how long I can hold my breath, then we'll know how long you should hold me under?"
"I don't know," I replied.
Thankfully, she didn't press the subject. When we returned home, no more mention was made of the idea.
I don't know what I was expecting--I guess that after our conversation on the way home, I was hoping Linda would forget about whatever it was she had planned for tonight.
Wrong.
As the door to our apartment closed behind us, Linda grabbed my hand and led me straight to the bedroom.
"It's showtime," she said as she removed her dress. Resigned, I also began to disrobe. In a minute, I was naked, and Linda was attired only in her double cock harness.
"I'll be right back," she said and walked into the bathroom. When she returned, the harness was gone. As I watched, she left the room and walked down the hall to the kitchen. I heard the frig open, followed by the microwave being activated. In a minute she returned.
In her hand, she held the jug containing the semen she had collected earlier in the day. The jug's original cap had been removed, and a length of plastic tubing connected in its place. Without explanation, Linda placed this item on the nightstand and climbed into bed.
"Get the cuffs out and tie me to the bed," she told me, indicating towards the paper bag still sitting at the foot of the bed. I reached into the bag and removed the leather restraints Linda had shown me earlier. In a few minutes she was securely bound to the four corners of the bed.
"Good," she said, tugging at her bonds and finding them secure. "Now here's what you need to do... put the penis gag on me, then connect the tube from the jug to the outer opening. Then put the jug on the headboard so that the fluid flows down through the tube and the gag into my mouth. When you've done that, open the box with the rings and the punch in it... there's a printed set of directions inside; just follow the instructions."
I obediently placed the gag in her mouth -- she choked a bit when I pushed it all the way in, but was able to regain control of herself after a few seconds -- and then buckled the retaining strap behind her head. I then took the bottle of jism, which I could feel was warm (that explained the microwave), and connected it to her mouth as she'd said. Then I put the jug on the headboard and turned it on its side.
I could see Linda watching what was happening as the fluid quickly slid down the length of tube to where it was connected to the pecker gag. I heard her cough slightly, and then saw her throat moving, and I knew that the jism was now flowing in an uninterrupted stream from the plastic container to Linda's stomach.
When I was certain that everything was functioning in accordance with Linda's plan, I gently caressed the belly that I knew was now filling with semen, and then turned my attention to the box containing the rings and punch.
I opened the box and pulled out the slip of paper contained therein. The instructions were clear and simple -- they even included diagrams. As I read the words, I was thinking to myself, there's no WAY I can do this!
But even as I was thinking this, I was walking into the bathroom to retrieve the bottle of rubbing alcohol I knew was under the sink. When I returned, I applied the alcohol to the rings, punch, and, finally, to Linda's breasts and outer vagina.
Following the directions, I next firmly grasped Linda's breast and positioned the punch just below her nipple, so that it would enter the side of her areola at about the 5 o'clock position and emerge at around the 7 o'clock position. Taking a deep breath, I gave the implement a push and watched as it neatly pierced Linda's left breast.
Linda gave an quick involuntary squeak as the punch was driven home, but otherwise held her body completely rigid and still.
I continued pushing the punch forward, causing the holes to be enlarged (the instrument was wider at the base). There was surprisingly little blood, but I could tell that the process was becoming increasingly painful for Linda.
When the holes had been enlarged as far as the punch would allow, I removed it from her breast and inserted one of the rings through the newly-created opening and then bent it back into place, so that it again formed a continuous loop.
Next I repeated the process with Linda's other nipple, making sure that the rings were mounted at the same location in each areola. When this was done, I moved down to her crotch and prepared for the final step. Strangely enough, I was actually beginning to enjoy this little game!
Linda's hairless cunt was gaping open, probably as much from having spent the day impaled by a rubber cock as from Linda's arousal. At this point, the directions called for extreme caution, and recommended having a professional do the work. According to the diagram, the ring was to go just beneath the clitoris, hooped through the top of the outer labia. In this position, it supposedly would be most visible without interfering with penetration. The instructions cautioned that might cause some discomfort if leotards or tight undergarments were worn, and that it's outline would probably be plainly visible when wearing a bathing suit. The pamphlet also pointed out that the ring would have to be removed in case of childbirth, but I didn't think that that would be a cause for concern in the near future.
Placing the punch as close as I could to the point indicated in the illustration, I set to work installing the third and final ring. As the punch slid into her flesh, Linda's body again grew rigid, and I could hear her struggling to maintain control of herself.
Finally it was done, and I sat back to survey my work.
Each ring was now permanently installed, and I had to admit that it really hadn't been as difficult for me to do as I'd thought it would be. In fact, combined with her shaved snatch, the rings gave Linda's body a decidedly slutty, submissive look that I suddenly found very appealing.
As I sat there gazing at Linda and slowly stroking my cock, I decided that it was time for me to take some pleasure.
Without further ado, I positioned the rod at her opening and plunged in. Linda was warm and wet, and the feeling of her slippery walls engulfing my tool was sensational. As I was slowly pistoning into her cunt, a sudden thought struck me.
Looking up, I saw that nearly 3/4 of the cum had been drained from the jug. I studied Linda's throat as I continued to pump, and saw that she would take a few swallows, pause and catch her breath through her nose, then take a few more.
My mind went back to the excitement she'd shown earlier in the movie theater. I realized that, yes, I would eventually do as she'd asked, and perhaps tonight I could give her a sample of what she seemed to want so badly.
As I proceeded to work my meat in and out of her, I reached up and, whispering, "You can breathe through the tube when the jug is empty," clamped her nostrils tightly shut.
This brought a startled, "Mmmmph!" from Linda, which I ignored as I carried on with my ravishment of her beautiful pussy. As I tugged at the newly-installed nipple ring with my other hand, I felt Linda frantically gulping. I knew that she would ordinarily be able to make short work of the remaining fluid, but this was not an ordinary situation. Her distended belly told me that her stomach was probably nearly full by now, and she would have a difficult time consuming the remainder of the semen.
I was nearing my orgasm now, and Linda was having increasing difficulty concentrating on her task. She was running out of air, and was beginning to thrash at her bonds and make desperate sounds through the gag. I briefly considered releasing her, but decided against it.
Less than an inch of cum remained in the jug, and as I shot my load into her cunt, I groaned and murmured, "concentrate, baby, you're almost there." My words seemed to reach her, because she stopped struggling, and with several great gulps, drained the last of the liquid from the jug.
I could see the jug partially collapse as she sucked air from it through the tube, and released my grip on her nostrils. Her chest was heaving as she gratefully sucked air in.
After a minute or two, I rolled off her and disconnected the now-empty sperm bottle and removed the penis gag. As Linda lay there, flush with the receding excitement, I rose and went into the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, she was already starting to drift off to sleep. Without untying her, I gently slid her dildos into her front and rear passages. The two intruders slid easily into their respective housings with little resistance. As I crawled into bed with her, I heard Linda murmur, "thank you," and then she was asleep.
When my aggressive, no-nonsense girlfriend had first declared her desire to be sexually submissive, I had been more than slightly apprehensive. Even after our first night of dominant/submissive love, which had ended with one of the best orgasms I can remember (for both of us!), I was still unsure, but I went along. Later, Linda (my girlfriend) expressed a desire to take on an even more masochistic role in our relationship. I am no sadist, and certainly do NOT enjoy seeing suffering, let alone causing it, and yet seeing Linda's reactions to some of the things I did to her -- often at her own request, I might add -- was an incredible turn-on for me. As Linda has eagerly pressed forward down the road of S&M, I have found myself drawn ever further after her.
Linda stood in the center of our rec room, legs held apart by a three-foot spreader bar and her wrists firmly bound behind her back. The copper ring I had installed in her labia two years earlier dangled obscenely from her shaven crotch. Her erect nipples eagerly displayed its two mates as the scene unfolded.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, not for the first time.
"Yes," she answered, although I could see that she, too was nervous.
Across the room, angled so that it could take in the whole scene, the video camera hummed. It's purpose was two-fold: not only did it serve to record the fulfillment of some of Linda's most extreme fantasies, but, at her insistence, it also served as my alibi in case something should go wrong. Lately, it had seen frequent use.
"Last chance," I said as I secured the thick, soft noose around her neck.
"I love you," she replied, and I knew there was no turning back. I made sure that the noose was properly fitted and that my knife was close at hand in case something should go wrong, then threw the end of the rope over the basement rafter and threaded it through the heavy duty eyebolt in the floor behind her.
Linda was breathing hard and fast now, and from my position behind her, I could see nervously testing the strength of the cords that bound her wrists; as usual they were very securely tied.
"I love you, too," I said as I hauled up on the rope and tied it off. Linda was now dangling a full foot of the floor, twisting slowly from the rope around her neck. I stepped around her to make sure she hadn't suffered any injury. Her lips were parted and I could hear her sucking air in short gasps, fighting to breathe through the constricting band from which she hung. She smiled faintly at me, and I knew she was alright.
"Mmmmm, you're so lovely," I cooed as I gently tongued her nipples. We had agreed that I would go down on her as she dangled, and that I wouldn't lower her until she had climaxed. I was anxious to set to my task and get her safely down, but I knew that she would be disappointed if I didn't toy with her a little beforehand.
My right hand slipped down to her exposed pussy and softly stroked it. Her sex juices were flowing freely, and I could tell that it wouldn't take me long to bring her over the edge.
Slowly, I fell to my knees and began tonguing her steaming hole. The motion of her faint struggles as I licked and chewed at her opening caused her to begin to sway, and I was forced to use both hands to keep her in place.
As my mouth worked its way over her sex, I could feel her cunt clenching and unclenching as her arousal grew to a fever pitch. It was only a matter of moments before she was wracked by orgasm after sweeping orgasm.
As she subsided, I stood and looked into her eyes. She was now in quite desperate straights, and I knew I'd have to let her down very soon. Seeing me, she parted her lips and weakly tried to run her tongue along her teeth -- she was now having considerable difficulty taking in air. I gently swept the hair from her face and brushed my lips across hers. Then it was time.
Stepping behind her, I released the knot and lowered her to the floor. When her feet touched down, I saw her start to buckle and reached to catch her falling form. As I lowered her to the floor, I could see that she was again breathing normally.
I unlocked the spreader bar from her ankles, untied her wrists, and, finally, removed the rope from around her neck. An angry red line stretched under her jaw from ear to ear where the noose had been tied, no permanent damage appeared to have been done.
After freeing Linda from her bonds, I walked across the room, turned off the camcorder, and retrieved Linda's harness from where we'd left it on the couch.
In the two and a half years since Linda's fascination with bondage and S&M had manifested itself, one of the hallmarks of her submission had been this harness. Consisting of two oversized artificial penises and a series of tough elastic retaining straps, Linda wore the contraption, with the dildos firmly lodged in her cunt and ass, day and night. The only times she removed them were to use the bathroom and to make herself available for sexual activity.
I returned to the floor where Linda sat massaging the welt around her neck and handed her the harness.
"Thanks," she said, somewhat hoarse, as she took it from me. In one smooth, practiced motion, she squatted down on the rear dildo, solidly imbedding it in her rectum, and then eased the front one into her gaping cunt. When she was fully stuffed, she proceeded to secure the elastic straps around her hips and waist. No lubricant or facilitation was necessary to complete the process. The years of constantly wearing the device had expanded the sphincter muscles of her anus and vagina to such an extent that, even when the dildos were removed, both holes remained dilated and gaping (in fact, her rear muscle had atrophied to such an extent that, without the dildo in place, she had great difficulty in retaining her bowel movements). For Linda, the cock harness had become second nature -- she put it on with no more effort or forethought than most women give to putting on a bra.
When she was ready, we both went upstairs to get dressed.
"I've got some shopping to do today," Linda said as she stood in front of the mirror applying makeup and brushing her hair.
"Oh?" I replied.
"Eugene called from the shop," she explained -- Eugene is the guy who runs the adult bookstore/peepshow where Linda likes to go for some of the sexual devices we use in our games. "He said some of the stuff I ordered had come in."
"Okay," I said, coming up behind her and massaging her shoulders. "How long will you be?"
"I dunno," she replied. "It shouldn't take more than an hour or two."
Linda made these little forays downtown about once a week. Sometimes she would return with bondage or S&M accoutrements. Other times, with S&M-related magazines or videos or catalogs. Occasionally, one of those "how-to" books would catch her eye.
But she NEVER returned empty-handed.
It actually only ended up taking her an hour and ten minutes to make the trip. I was just sitting down to enjoy the Sunday paper (and simultaneously complete a few miscellaneous bodily functions) when I heard the front door open and close.
"Honey, I'm home!" she called cheerily -- it was a running joke with us that since moving from our apartment to the townhouse we now occupied, we had become "domesticated."
"I'm in the bathroom," I replied, and after a pause added, "studying."
"I'll bet," I heard her say from the other side of the door. "If you spend anymore time in there with the comics section, you'll have a permanent ring mark around you butt!"
"Very funny. I'll be out in a few minutes."
"Well hurry up. I have something I want to show you." Big surprise -- whenever she returned from Eugene's she ALWAYS had something she wanted to show me!
When I emerged from the throne room, I could see Linda down the hall in the bedroom, reading some sort of booklet. On the bed next to her was an electronic device of some sort, consisting of a box with a large dial, several switches, an cable ending in a standard electrical plug, and four thinner wires (two red and two black) ending in alligator clips.
"I thought you were going to Eugene's," I said as I entered the room. "This looks more like you went to Radio Shack."
"Very funny," she replied.
"What is this thing?" I asked.
"It's an AC/DC converter," she said, handing me the set of instructions she had been reading. "I think you can figure out what it's used for."
"Uh-huh," I said, looking down at the booklet.
According to the manufacturer's information, the device was capable of delivering electric current anywhere from a mild tingle to a painful shock. It had three settings: a manual control which allowed the operator to send a jolt through the wires at the touch of a switch, a constant flow setting which caused a continuous current to be sent as long as the device was on, and an intermittent timer which caused jolts of varying intensity to be sent at random intervals. The strength of the current could be controlled in all but the last setting by a large dial on the front of the box.
"Isn't this dangerous?" I asked, unsure.
"No, read this," she said turning the page.
The booklet explained that device converted potentially deadly AC current into less dangerous DC current. According to the instructions, the device was incapable of delivering a truly dangerous level of current, provided that the user didn't have any sort of heart condition and was in good health.
"See?" she said, "it's nowhere near as powerful as those electric stun guns, and even THEY won't cause any permanent harm."
"Uh-huh," I nodded, non-committal.
I won't go into the details of my misgivings about this latest idea of Linda's -- anyone who knows anything about electricity can understand my reluctance. Suffice it to say that she eventually convinced me to "at least give it a try."
When I had finished reading the instructions, we returned to the basement rec room (where we're safe from the potentially prying eyes of our neighbors). Linda announced that she wanted this encounter to take place on the "perch." (At her request, I've assembled a number of restraint devices in the basement, the most commonly used being a large X-frame we call "The Frame" and a pole-like device called "The Perch.")
The Perch consists of a vertical steel pipe four feet high and two inches in diameter. Approximately one-and-a-half feet off the ground a crosspiece is attached. The bottom end is imbedded in a sturdy metal stand (I used a Christmas tree stand filled with cement), and the top end was rounded off and polished
