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.