A Wife in Chains

I come into the living room wearing my red-laced lingerie, which is his favorite I think because of the slit in it from my belly button to the back of my ass. No need to remove it to expose me fully. My collar and leash are already snapped tight around my neck.

I stand, hands by my side, leash dangling between my tits. I feel vulnerable, anxious, self-conscious as always, but he tells me how damn sexy I look, and my stick of anxiety butter begins to soften. He approaches me, and I love how tall he is, he towers me by at least 6 inches. My leash runs through his hands and he tugs suddenly, and I know we have begun. He turns on his heel and pulls me behind him into the middle of the room where everything has been pushed out of the way. I know what that means, I also know he always gives me something new so I never fully relax.

"On your knees," he pulls downwards on my collar.

I drop, feeling a desperate need to submit. He leaves me on my knees and goes into the bedroom where I have put out our many toys like I was told. I can hear him rummaging and I adjust the black lace eye mask I just bought because I thought it looked sexy, yes, but it is also itchy. I'm like a drug fiend waiting for my next fix. I am addicted to this, being on my knees, seeing him walk out with a switch, just makes me tick...pain mixed with pleasure, there is no better cocktail. That push and pull, Yin and Yang.

He pulls my leash and I'm crawling on all fours around the room. The sting of the whips from the switch hit my ass sharply and it makes me come up into a kneeling pose. The end of the switch is suddenly on the back of my neck and he pushes.

"Down," is all he says.

I'm back on all fours being taken for a walk. He stops.

"Who's are you?"

The switch hits my ass hard.

"Yours Sir," I say, looking at his feet.

"Sit up."

I obey, back in a kneeling position but sitting back on my feet. The whippings start to come rapidly on the side of my leg. It hurts so good right there.

"And your pussy?"

The whips come intensely fast now.

"Yours Sir!" I feel the shaking in my voice.

I try to pull away, but the leash is tight in his hand and he pulls me so close I feel his leg on my cheek. The whips are constant.

"Say it," He says softly.

"It's yours Sir! My pussy is yours!"

It wasn't good enough for him. The whips are not stopping, and he is hitting the same exact spot again, and again and again, it's burning now.

"My pussy is all yours sir!" I nearly shout it, shaking in desperate voice.

He pulls me for another walk.

"Tell me the first word that comes to your mind in 3..."

Shit, I don't' know what to say.

"2..."

I know if I don't say anything he will go right back to that spot and its on fire right now already.

"1..."

"Seductive," I say timidly.

He walks me again, then stops.

"Head down." He pushes my neck down again, "All the way..."

I turn my head and press my cheek into the floor.

"Ass up...higher, arch your back and show me that pussy."

I arch, and he pulls apart the ass slit in my lingerie with the switch. He runs the switch up my spine, and I am still as a stone, unsure if a lashing will come.

"When I say seductive, get into this exact position."

He tugs my leash hard.

"Yes sir," I say with my temple still pressed into the carpet fibers.

"Walk."

By walk he means crawl, and I do.

"Seductive," he says moments later.

I move into position which I guess I didn't do well enough, because hard lashes hit my ass and I yelp.

"I want to see that pussy." He whips again, and I jolt. "Let's try this again, walk."

I crawl again, but he is swatting my ass with the tip of that thin, long black switch and it makes me stop.

"Seductive," I hear a deeper tone of dominance in his voice and I melt into a new layer of submission. This is the warm-up, I know. We both sink deeper into our rolls and I want to stay in subspace with him forever.

I'm in seductive pose again. At least I thought I was. I am reserved, not yet fully released of all else that is life, not only in this moment. He knows it, and he know how to fix it. His voice is demanding now, his tone is daring me to disobey and the whips begin.

"Down," he whips my upper back and I press my face into the soft carpet, "all the way," whip, "ass too," whip, "legs, knees, arms, ass, "whip, whip, whip...whip, "everything, down, submit. Full submission."

I am completely flat on the floor, head turned to the one side. He whips all over, and everywhere in between. I jolt as I yelp.

"No, lie still and take it, submit."

The lashings aren't stopping. Back of my legs, up my things, four of five across my ass, up my back...fuck it's so delicious I can't take it. I might just cum right here on the floor with nothing but sharp, relentless whips, and a stern, domineering man telling me to take it. He forces me deeper again.

"Stay."

"Yes Sir." I stay, now much more obediently.

I lie on the floor, feeling the aftermath stings of an unknown number of lashings. There is a strong one on my love handle. That's the sweet spot, the spot that makes me bruise those strangely sexy bruises I love to see in the mirror the next few days.

He returns, and I hear those chains clinging together. He comes to me.

"On all fours."

He walks me by the leash for a moment, then bends down, chains one long chain from the front of my collar and hooks both wrists to it. Then both ankles to it. He stands and takes me in from above. He lets out a slow groan of satisfaction, as if I a am a delicious meal fresh from the oven and ready to be devoured.

"You look so FUCKING sexy," He says.

A moment later, a hard lash comes to my ass.

"Thank you, Sir," I whimper.

I must remember to thank him when he compliments me.

"Walk."

I crawl. I feel the extra weight of the chains as I do. These are not giant link chains meant to hold logs onto a big-rig, no. These are the daintiest chains I could get. Small link, silver and sexy as fuck. He and I had stood in the aisle at the hardware store and looked at different sized links and hooks to make this all work. Our dirty little shopping trip to the hardware store. We stood in the aisle among the chains, ropes, bungie-chords, zip-ties, and all things restraining. Fuck I just might have flooded my panties right there and then. Clean-up on aisle 6!

"Stand," he demands.

I find it quite difficult to stand with my feet and hands chained all together. I struggle, then hesitate for help. The only help I am granted is four hard whips to that sweet spot and some words for motivation.

"You can do it, stand up."

I struggle to my feet and the awkward, self-conscious feelings could sink it if it weren't for the additional lashings keeping my thoughts on submitting only. It's part of what I so desperately love about receiving pain. My mind wanders non-stop unless I find myself in this space, with him...Finally, it stops. No room for wandering thoughts when your only purpose is to submit to the pleasure. I know that's what's coming. I've had pain, now he will give me excruciating pleasure. That's how he does it, layers that I crave. Pain, then pleasure and back again. Overlapping often in a way that pushes me outside myself, into tornado of pain and pleasure that takes me all the way to OZ. We move into the living room and I get a brief thought that I look like the girls in Orange is the New Black, when they are being led into their cells in chains. I wish I had a cell...

"Sit on the couch,"

I do, I love our brand-new couch. Not just brand new to us, brand fucking new. I sit. He pushes me back against the couch, moves my wrists so they are linked directly to my collar, my ankles can't make it that high, but he moves them easily to a link much closer to my collar. Chains are so convenient for quick position changes. My ankles feel so high up, like I'm trying to put them over my head. He stands over me.

"This pussy is mine."

"Yes Sir."

From underneath, he whips my backside.

"Say it."

"My pussy is yours Sir."

I suddenly feel a lash straight across my clit and I yelp loudly and with pain in my voice. I am shaking.

"It's yours' Sir," I say defeatedly.

He knows he hit a very intense spot. Whip my clit and I'll obey to just about anything immediately.

"You're my little pain whore aren't you?"

Fuck that's hot, his words alone driver me closer to orgasm.

"Yes Sir."

More whips come across the clit, I can tell the whips are softer, but my clit would beg to differ.

"I am Sir! I'm you're pain whore. Please! No, no, no..." but he does. 'No' is NOT the safe word and so he continues.

"And you want more don't you?"

I whimper because I can't say yes or no. He moves off my clit and the whips get so sharp on the back of my legs.

"You want more pain don't you my little pain whore?"

"Ok, yes Sir! I want more, please!"

"Good girl."

A few more across my clit and the safe word is on its way out when he drops to his knees, spreads the lingerie open wide, and I can feel his tongue move over my burning, stinging clit. I can't take it. I cry out and struggle against all my chains, but I am helpless. He works his tongue up and down my entire pussy, and I feel each and every previous lashing as his warm tongue passes over the fresh sting. I'm jolting and struggling. He grasps my thighs, and the sing of all that has just happened is intensified ten-fold. He squeezes right over my wounds and it shocks my insides. My breath is echoed by my groans.

"Relax," he says, and releases his squeeze.

"Yes Sir," I say, hoping I can.

My ankles pull against the chain, forcing my neck forward. He rubs my legs and I melt into the indescribable pleasure of my stinging wounded clit being licked into a healing pleasure. He works at my pussy all over as if it was a pussy eating contest. I feel the wave of orgasm building in the distance and the wave grows and grows as it rushes towards me. My orgasm slams into me and the wave pulls me out to sea. I cum so fucking hard all over his face and my ankles and neck are in non-stop aggressive tug-of-war.

"Please," I beg, "I can't...please..."

He ignores me completely and eats until the first layer of orgasm has dissolved and the second layer is breached. My orgasm becomes so intense that I'm lost in it. When he has had his fill of me, he stands, unclips my ankles from my neck. My legs are throbbing, shaking like the rest of me. He tugs the leash and I stand. My wrists get unclasped but only for a moment before they are re-clasped to the chain hanging from my neck, but much lower down. He walks, I follow in a forced bow. I feel another tug on the leash and I have to double-step to keep up.

He takes me to the hook in the celling. I stand below as he removes the hanging lamp we use to hide the hook's true purpose...hanging my wrists. He reaches up and connects a chain so long it touches the floor between my feet.

"Hands up," He says.

I put my hands up and we hold eye contact. I love to look up into those green eyes peering down at me. Both wrists clip to a link high above my head, just right, so easy when the guy knows you, and I mean knows you. He pulls on the connections and the long chain jangles and the sound is tantalizing.

"How does that feel?"

"Good Sir."

He takes my chin and forces me to look up at him. He softly rubs my face, then lips and chin. Down my neck, and then I feel it. My collar hooks to the chain link in front of me. I now feel the cold of the silver chain links pressed up against my skin right between my tits. My own sexiness is making me wet. The coldness of the chain is so fucking domineering and sexy. He rubs my back and again, every last sting seeming gone dormant, comes alive with fury and I suck in air quickly as if I've been under water for hours. He slaps my ass hard and I whimper. Now, down at my feet, his hands are clasping one ankle at a time to the same links the rest of me is hooked to. First, I feel the left ankle hook, then the right, but a link maybe even two higher than the left. Did he do that on purpose? I'm mostly on my left foot, whith some help from my right toes to keep me up. Well, that and being hooked to a chain in five places. Fuck, I'm not going anywhere, and he knows it. My tits are gonna get it, I just know it.

I look down at my own tits and turn myself on right now. Not much time to think about that thought. I feel four quick lashings on my ass and try to move forward, but all I can do is press myself into the chain running the length of my body. Then comes his hand swift on my ass, followed by a lash with the switch. Right hand swat, left hand switch. Right, left, right, left...I sink into the pattern of back and forth. Again, I try to move away, I twist my body and turn, I'm practically lying on the chain and I'm crying out, the pattern is so intense.

"Please stop!"

While 'stop' is also not the safe word, he must hear the desperation in my voice because he stops. He moves to the front of me and gives me three lashes across the stomach, maybe more. Here we are again, in a layer of pain after that orgasm. He takes my chin again and kisses me hard and invasively. Suddenly a sharp lash over my ass and I squeal in his mouth. I try to lurch away from the whip, but I'm only pressed into him, into the chain and into his mouth even deeper. He whips again, and I yelp so loudly in his mouth I think he can't like kissing me this way, but he eats my yelps up and then forces me to give him more as if he is starving for them. Finally, he pulls away.

"You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir," I say brokenly.

He pulls the lace away from my chest and my tits come fully exposed.

"I can't wait any longer," he says.

He is bent over eating my tits before I have time to react. Fuck, fuck, fuck...my tits are so fucking sensitive, it makes me go HULK. Part of the upgrade to chains, when cuffs can't hold me. Nothing fucking worse than a mind blowing, body shattering orgasm, and your cuffs rip apart.

He loves my tits and takes full advantage when I can't get away. He ravishes them relentlessly and I feel like I'm hanging from my wrists and the orgasm is lurking just beneath the surface. He tries to play with my tits with his hands, but the release from my waist gives my torso room to move and I begin to shift and pull aggressively away.

"Submit those tits."

"I'm trying Sir."

The whippings are hard, but my pain tolerance is high, especially when it comes to nipple play. I'm not ready to submit them, I can't take it, but he wants them...bad. He undoes his belt and wraps the two of us in it. I'm sure he's glad he has his stretchy belt on at the moment. He bends down and takes my tits out of my control. Holy fuck I cannot move in the slightest. My collar won't give me an inch of freedom, my hands pull frivolously at the chain above and the medal in my hands reminds me in this moment that I AM HIS. And there it is, an orgasm that demands the attention of every last nerve ending in my body and I am practically hanging. My toes scrape against the carpet as he forces me deeper and deeper into it. By the time he releases me from his belt, my entire body is convulsing, and I am beyond spent. The lashes come anyways. I feel my body jolt out of my mind's control. I am so far gone. He stands in front of me now, soaking in my defeat.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Yes Sir," I whisper, exhausted.

He slowly takes my jaw in one hand and tightens his grip.

"And you're going to suck that dick the way I like?"

"Yes," I say, but barley.

He steps back and proceeds to whip again and again, everywhere. Up my arms and down my back, and three harsh ones on the back of my legs, followed by the hardest one of the night on my upper back and it makes me squeal out my words,

"Yes Sir! I'll be a good girl. Please...I'll suck your dick in just the right way. Please...let me suck your cock."

"What good begging. Are you ready to be out of this position?"

"Yes Sir! Please...I'll be good."

He kisses me harshly and runs his hands up and down my wounded body. It's so sensual and yet so intense at the same time. I want out. He unclasps everything.

"On your knees."

I fall to my knees with a great relief not to be standing anymore. I kneel at his feet with my leash in his hand for several moments. As I recoup, he pets me and runs his fingers through my hair, brushing away all the stray ones in my face.

"What a good girl," He says.

"Thank you, Sir."

I look up at him and his dick is raging hard through his pants. He sees me looking at it and pulls me up so my face is pressed hard into his pants, and his cock digs into the side of my face.

"You want this?"

"Yes Sir," but my answer isn't good enough.

I feel a harsh one again on my back. Each one is harsh now, no more warm up swats. I've had another layer stripped off of me and I'm so close to being nothing but a core of submission. Nothing at all, but his. I am exhausted and feeling the true need to avoid any further lashings.

"Yes Sir! Please, I need it. I can't wait any longer please, I need to feel you cock deep in my throat."

He pulls my lease harder, smashing the side of my face into his bulge. I continue,

"Please Sir, I'll do anything. I promise I'll suck it just how you like, please Sir!"

"I'm going to cum all over that pretty face of yours," he says, and I cringe.

We both know cum is my area of weakness. Can't swallow and rarely can handle the stuff on my body. Don't know what it is, but he's got me right where he wants me. He sees my small cringe and pulls my leash even tighter. Then they come, three, four, five, six, on the back and ass, while he holds me no longer by the leash, but the collar itself.

"That is not the reaction of a good girl is it?"

I'm literally almost in tears and I want it to stop, but I hate using the safe word. I want my limits pushed and I'm down to one very thin layer before that core of submission is breached. I feel like a little meek puppy dog begging for forgiveness.

"Please, I can't..."

"Then beg for it."

I give the slightest hesitation and another lash hits.

"I want it, I do! Please cum on my pretty face Sir, please! I want it!"

Another lash comes. If my next words don't convince him, I'll have to use the safe word and tap out. He gives me a moment of stillness. I speak so desperately and kiss his cock over his pants.

"Please Sir, I want to taste your cum in my mouth."

Finally, I have reached my core. The taste of cum has become the lesser of two evils over taking more beatings. This is the only place I can do this, when I have reached that core. I can suck a dick all day, but swallow? That shit is tucked deep in my subspace core.

My answer was just what he was looking for. He doesn't say another word, but turns and pulls me crawling out of the room and into our bedroom.

"Crawl up onto the bed," He says.

I do as I'm told as if he has a remote control to my body. No thoughts, no squirms, just obedience. I am perpendicular to the bed. He chains my right ankle to the headboard, my left to the foot board. I am spread eagle and he proceeds to chain my hands apart in the exact same manner. My hands and ankles now pulling apart wide from my body, and I know what's coming.

"Do you want pleasure or pain?" He asks.

Neither, I think.

"Pleasure," I say, nearly in a whisper because there's not much left of me.

He tucks a vibrator wand right up under my pussy and nuzzles it hard against my clit. It's on medium and I immediately squirm despite my exhaustion. He comes to stand in from of me.

"Head up, mouth open, no teeth."

I obey. His pants drop to the floor, he takes my hair in his hand and proceeds to slide himself all the way in to my mouth. It's so deep and my throat closes around his cock and gag a little. He starts to go in and out and I can't move one single little muscle. I pull in vain and my fingers wiggle but there's not a damn thing I can do. He starts to go faster and harder until he is fucking my face. I gag and feel like I need him out but I am his. The vibrations start to get to my clit and as my throat is stuffed again and again, my orgasm climbs and I start to convulse. I don't have the energy to go HULK, that's fighting it still. I have no choice, no energy for anything but to try and relax into it. It's so good and the vibrator is not moving, so the orgasm just keeps coming.