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A Journey Of Surrender

A Journey Of Surrender

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Carol and I had long embraced our submissive nature, a shared secret that deepened our bond together as a couple. On many occasions I had tied Carol to the bed and had my way with her and she did the same for me.

When the opportunity to experience a session with a famous Dominatrix Janice arose, we finally mustered the courage to reach out to her and set up a session with a role as a submissive couple. We had discussed this for several years.

We knew the session would involve traveling to Los Angeles in person to Janice's bondage studio and meeting her in person. We signed an agreement form that we would follow Janice's instructions and commands to the letter for us to experience the life-changing event we both desired.

Janice was genuinely nice on the phone, but you could tell she took her craft very seriously.

We purchased our plane tickets to Los Angeles in two weeks. When the time came, we traveled to Los Angeles with hearts pounding with nervous anticipation and excitement.

Carol was so sweet about trying this. My beautiful wife had a rocking hot Pilates body. She had been a professional dancer and earlier in life she did a little modeling. I was anxious to see her in this scenario. I could imagine my beautiful wife naked under Janice's command and control.

The day after we landed, we drove the rental car to meet Janice and her bondage studio just outside of Los Angeles. We rang the doorbell and a voice from the speaker outside greeted us--it was Janice's voice; she asked us to enter.

We entered a private, dimly lit chamber designed for transformation and trust, where every detail spoke of Janice's meticulous control. I saw a bench or padded sled designed to restrain someone and a cage that could be used to detain a willing captive.

After initial greetings, Janice motioned for us to sit as she wanted to explore what roles we would play and lay out our desires. She would then lead us into a session that would address our needs.

We described a session in which we would both be submissive to her commands and obey her willingly. We both wanted to experience obeying Mistress Janice.

I volunteered that we had experienced role play on our own where my wife would masturbate for me while I had only to watch, helplessly tied to the bed naked. Then Carol would tease me and edge me on the bed, tied, till I came.

Carol admitted she was turned on being someone's willing slave.

Janice regarded us with an unyielding intensity. Her voice, firm yet measured, laid out the rules of surrender.

She began our session. She commanded both of us to undress and present our naked bodies for her pleasure.

Once naked, she handcuffed me to a vertical rack against the wall and placed a ball gag in my mouth. I was completely helpless to intervene. All I could do now was watch as she had her way with my naked wife.

Next, she had Carol mount a padded sled and began securing soft restraints around Carol's wrists and ankles. She fixed her gaze at Carol and spoke in a tone that demanded obedience.

She then placed a bar gag in Carol's mouth to prevent her from any verbal protest. All Carol would be able to do was moan. The ball gag in my mouth started to make me drool saliva all over my chest, and it ran down to my cock, wetting it slightly.

"You're helpless, Carol, and so is your husband," Janice declared, her voice echoing slightly in the hushed room.

"And I'm going to dominate both of you and neither of you are able to do anything about it."

"Your husband can't protect you now; you're all mine to control."

I was positioned against the wall behind Carol. My wife was spread prostrate and bound to the sled, her feet and hands bound securely. I could see a scared look on her face in the mirror on the wall she was facing. From my viewpoint I could see her ass, pussy, and the soles of her feet.

"I'm going to start with spanking your cute little unmarked ass with my hands, then move onto the paddle and the cane," Janice commanded.

She began with medium blows in a pattern of three quick slaps. Immediately, I could see the imprint of Janice's hand on my wife's beautiful ass.

Also, Carol was shaved on her pussy, so I had a clear view of her from where I was restrained.

"So where is your husband now, Carol? He cannot really help you, can he?"

"He is not much of a protector now, is he?"

She was right, I was helpless no matter what she decided to do to Carol.

Janice increased the intensity of her slaps on my wife's now pink ass, slapping one cheek then the other over and over. Always in a quick three-slap pattern.

Seeing Carol helpless, naked, and being spanked was influencing me as well.

My cock was swelling up to a hard erection, and it was at full attention. I had no control over it. I was helpless to do anything about it. My hands tied above my head.

Janice saw that I was getting turned on and she told Carol, "So, your husband is getting hard, Carol, watching you suffer. That's not very fair, is it?"

Her words sent a shiver through Carol's spine, a mixture of trepidation and arousal.

I, equally bound by the ropes of our shared decision, could do nothing but watch my own helplessness as a part of this intricate dance of control and surrender. I felt ashamed that it was such a turn-on and I could not control my own body.

With every measured movement, Janice demonstrated both her authority and her care.

She led Carol through a series of deliberate actions, first with spanking by hand, and now--after 15 minutes of this method--she switched to a leather-studded paddle.

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As she continued with the paddle, my wife's ass began turning toward a deeper shade of pink, almost red. Each slap was a carefully choreographed step in our journey of submission.

Janice continued delivering rhythmic, precise strikes against Carol's bare ass. Her dialogue and actions were a delicate balance between pain and pleasure.

Between each firm spank, Janice's commanding tone resonated:

"Feel every moment, Carol. You have no choice but to obey me."

My eyes, filled with concern, arousal, and profound vulnerability, never left Carol.

Though I remained helpless to intervene, my presence was a testament to the deep trust we had built over time.

In that charged atmosphere, every sound--the crisp slaps on my wife's ass, Carol's soft, involuntary moans, and even the quiet rustle of restraints--became part of a language of our surrender.

Janice's session was not simply about discipline; it was an exploration of the boundaries she and I had long contemplated.

As Janice continued her work, stretching Carol both physically and emotionally, she paused to change the paddle. This time, the cane would be used.

Carol's virgin ass was now showing red marks. The cane strikes made Carol utter a muffled scream.

After three strokes of the cane on her bare ass, definite marks began to appear.

Janice paused after five strokes.

"Oh, your ass is going to be so sore," she said. "You'll be thinking of me punishing you for a while. Each time you sit down, you will remember your mistress spanking you."

Janice then put the cane down and began exploring my wife's now-reddened ass with her right hand, slipping her fingers between her legs briefly to lightly touch Carol's exposed pussy.

Carol shivered and moaned.

"Oh my," Janice said. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Carol?"

Janice's skilled hands and commanding words had pushed Carol to the very edge.

Each precise strike and measured caress had merged into a symphony of disciplined pleasure, the sensations building steadily until nothing remained but the overwhelming tide of release.

Bound and helpless, I watched with eyes wide, my heart pounding with a complex blend of arousal, vulnerability, and an almost painful adoration.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I witnessed the transformation unfolding before me.

Carol's body began to shudder uncontrollably as Janice's hand, rubbing her exposed pussy, intensified. I could see her touch was beginning to have an effect.

"Carol, I need you to let go and cum for me," Janice said. "I am going to keep pleasuring you until you give me all your juices."

Carol's feet began to shake, and she began dripping from her pussy. You could see the effects of Janice's skilled fingers. Janice now began to zero in on her clit.

With one final, deliberate stroke of her fingers, Janice pushed Carol over the top.

Carol's body arched as waves of pleasure pulsed outward. The sound of her release was a raw, beautiful echo in the quiet chamber--a moment at which all barriers fell away.

Carol surrendered to an orgasm that gripped her entire body. She squirted all her luv juice onto Janice's hand, and it ran onto the studio floor. She was moaning and shaking with pleasure.

In that charged instant, the session reached its climax--not just in the physical sense, but in the emotional and spiritual realms as well.

Carol's orgasm was a testament to the transformative power of submission and trust, a moment of pure, unfiltered release that bound the couple even closer together.

In the charged intimacy of the chamber, as the echoes of Carol's climax still lingered in the air, Janice's eyes shifted--dark and determined.

The atmosphere, heavy with the weight of surrender and raw desire, grew even more electric.

"Carol," Janice said, her voice low and authoritative, "you have pleased me greatly tonight. Now, I want to feel your devotion in a unique way. I want you to return the favor and pleasure your mistress with your mouth."

I was blown away. My wife had never had oral sex with another woman. How would Carol receive this command from Janice?

Her words, firm and insistent, sent a ripple of both trepidation and undeniable arousal through Carol.

Bound and unable to intervene, I could only watch as the dynamic shifted once more, deepening the intricate dance of power and submission.

Carol knew she had no choice. It was what we both agreed to.

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Janice released Carol from her restraints, and she stood next to the sled. Standing there, I could see Carol's bright red ass.

Janice motioned for Carol to come closer as she sat on a chair and spread wide her legs, revealing her naked pussy.

Carol kneeled between Janice's legs. Her mouth opened as she approached, the soft warmth of her tongue meeting the smooth pussy of her mistress.

With delicate, measured movements, my wife began to pleasure Janice, her tongue tracing slowly over her clit, making it swell. Carol's saliva wetting Janice's pussy.

Janice herself began to moan.

"Good, Carol," she murmured, her voice a mixture of praise and command. "Show me how completely you have given yourself over. Taste my pussy and make me cum."

As Carol continued, the sensations built layer upon layer. Each tender stroke was an act of both rebellion and submission.

I, though helpless and bound by the rules we had set, watched helplessly, witnessing my wife's surrender to desire.

Janice's approving moans filled the room. It was clear that in this delicate interplay of power, pain, and pleasure, each participant had found a space to embrace their true selves.

Suddenly, in one breathtaking instant, the intensity reached its peak.

Janice's whole body tensed as the buildup of pleasure exploded forth. Warm fluid gushed out of her pussy, soaking my wife's face and arcing directly into Carol's waiting mouth.

Carol, eyes closed, absorbed every sensation--the unexpected taste of Janice's cum.

After several minutes, and just when I believed our journey with Janice had reached its climax, the dominatrix's eyes flashed with renewed command.

With a cool, measured tone, Janice announced,

"There's one more step in your submission to me."

"What now," I thought to myself, helpless to protest.

Before anyone could object, Janice moved to the entrance and summoned Marcus--a handsome, well-hung Black man whose presence radiated raw virility.

His muscular build and confident stride brought an electrifying new energy into the room.

Janice's voice, authoritative and unwavering, filled the space:

"Marcus, come here. Tonight, you will complete Carol's surrender."

Still bound and helpless, I watched in a tumult of emotions as Marcus approached.

Carol's eyes met his briefly, silently reaffirming our trust and shared desire to push boundaries.

Though apprehension mingled with excitement, Carol found herself unable to resist the force of Janice's command at this point. Janice was in the driver's seat now.

"Carol," Janice said in a husky tone that brooked no argument, "you will feel what it means to be truly claimed. Let Marcus show you the fullness of your submission."

Carol's breath caught as she slowly spread her legs, her body trembling with anticipation.

With a gentle but assertive touch, Marcus reached out to caress her beautiful tits, each movement deliberate--a promise of the intense pleasure that awaited her.

Under Janice's watchful eye, Marcus began to claim Carol.

His every movement was measured and powerful, a blend of strength and tenderness that overwhelmed her.

Carol's soft moans filled the chamber as she surrendered herself completely to the experience, her body responding to the deep, rhythmic union.

The act was raw and intense. I was watching, helpless, as Marcus entered my wife's pussy.

Her pussy stretched to the max--Marcus had the largest cock I had ever laid eyes on.

At first, Carol looked in pain, but eventually I saw her arch her back and begin to shake as he repeatedly pushed his way deep into my wife's now stretched-out pussy.

In a final, intense crescendo, Carol cried out--a sound that was an expression of her complete submission.

For the first time, I saw my wife enjoying herself at the hands of not just one person, but two.

I wondered how this would alter us as a couple.

We were both exhausted, but we had experienced something few have ever had the opportunity to.p

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