Femdom On Acid Pt 01

Finally. I had just gotten home from work, taken a shower and smoked a bowl, as is my end of day ritual. I poked my head into the office to say hi to my wife as she finished working from home, then walked back into the living room. I turned on Youtube on the TV and sat down in my chair to let my mind wander for a while. A workweek in construction is never easy on the body, but this week had been a lot more physical than usual, constantly being asked to move our workspaces back and forth across the jobsite. Friday afternoon was finally upon me, and I could really use the long weekend to zone out and recover.

It was at that moment I noticed my wife bringing her arms over my head, then pressing a leather collar to the front of my neck. Immediately I was under her spell. I mean, not literally, but that's the way we agreed to play our games. All right, then, no rest for the weary. I bent my head forward so she could bring the length of the collar into the buckle, and felt it gently tighten around my neck. She hooked her index finger into the ring on the front and tugged without saying a word. I stood up and followed her into our bedroom.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," she said in a commanding but playful tone. I began to obey.

"Wait! Get naked first." I chuckled to myself as I took off my shirt, then removed my socks, then shorts, then underwear. Only the collar was left on me, or so I thought.

"Your wedding ring too."

"What? Why?" She had never asked that before.

"Because right now you're not my husband, you're my slave." Holy shit! This was a new turn of events. We had played these games before, usually taking turns dominating the other; but I had always felt like when it was her turn to top me, instead of prioritizing her own desires, she would be more concerned with making sure she never went too far with me. This always felt a little awkward for me, because the fun for me was in being used by her for her own amusement.

In front of me, however, was a woman who clearly had different plans, both for the evening and for how this version of our game would play out from now on. I took my ring off and gave it to her. She looked at me with a loving smile, through her long black hair she had just straightened, her cheeks seeming to become rosy as she spoke. Wearing a nice shirt and yoga pants, she had mastered the art of looking professional for virtual clients while also feeling perfectly comfortable in the house.

"Good boy. Now sit on the edge of the bed." I sat down, almost too impatient to see where this was going. "Reach your hands forward," and I swung my arms up in an entranced fashion. She wrapped a padded cuff around the left wrist, then did the right as my left hand stayed reaching out. "Bring your arms down and place your hands behind your back." I obeyed her, and as she brought the rings on the cuffs together, I heard a *click*. Not the click of a carabiner clip, that I could undo myself if I needed to, but a heavy duty click of a padlock being locked, and felt a key pulled out of its hole. I really am her slave tonight.

"Stand up, turn around, and bend over the bed." As I followed the command, she reached into a box and pulled out a blindfold. I kept my head up long enough for her to pull it over my eyes, then she pushed my head and torso forward, and my feet left the ground for a second as my body landed on the bed. I scrambled to get my feet back under me and felt a sting on my left ass cheek.

"That's for not following directions. I said bend over, not lay down", then felt a swat to the right. "That's for asking questions when it's not your turn." I said nothing, and I heard her rummaging through the box. A moment later, I felt her gently pushing a butt plug against me. I puckered in surprise for a second, then remembered to relax. She kept it pushed there for a minute, letting me get used to it, then using it to massage my sphincter. She took it away, and with the pop of a bottle cap, I knew what was coming next. I felt the plug, this time covered in lube, gently pushing up to a point, then stopped. I took a deep breath and relaxed as much as I could, and in the next moment the plug filled me. Thank god this wasn't the BIG one, but I suspected that wasn't off the menu.

"Good. Now, on the edge of the bed again. Lie on your back and put your feet up in the air." I lay back on my padlocked hands and stuck my feet up at the ceiling. A second later she was wrapping cuffs around my ankles, first on the left, then the right. I love it when she decorates me in restraints, it makes me feel like I really am owned by her. She moved away from me, and I kept my feet up, excited for whatever was next, and afraid to disobey. Wait, what was this? I have never been afraid before!

She came back and closed a ring around the base of my balls over the top of my cock, then pushed a locking shaft through the top to hold the ring in place. I was already rock hard, so she just sighed, then pushed the entrance to the chastity cage onto the front of my dick and kept constant pressure on it until I was limp enough for the sheath to be fitted over the shaft. She slipped a smaller padlock into place, as my cock started to throb. I'm not a porn star, but I'm not small by any measure, and it had not traveled into the sheath as well as I had hoped.

"Can we try to readjust it? Maybe get a little more of me into there?" I asked, and she laughed.

"Eh, you'll just start getting hard again once I take it off. Maybe control it better next time. You know what? You've been talking a lot. Sit up and open your mouth." I sat up on the edge and opened wide, fully expecting a ball gag. She left me there gaping as she clipped my ankles to rope loops tied to the corner feet of the bedframe. She had rope loops ready to go? She hid them under the bed and I didn't notice when I came home? This was planned! Tonight is gonna be fucking AWESOME!! I heard a chain jangle, and she clipped a leash onto the front of my collar, then let the excess chain sit on top of my cage. I groaned, but kept my mouth open, as she pinched my nipples, then slid clamps over them one at a time. First the left, then the right.

"There we go, just one more thing!" She said in a dangerously sweet voice, and her footsteps left the room, and the fridge door was open. What in the fuck is she getting? At this point, my jaw was getting sore, and I had no idea what to expect. Her footsteps came back into the room. "Open wide, almost done!" I opened a little wider, expecting our large ball gag. It did not come. Instead, she put her finger into my mouth and I felt two pieces of paper hit my tongue.

I'm fucked.

She took her finger out and quickly shoved our smaller ball gag between my teeth. My jaw relaxed onto the ball, resting as she brought the buckle under my ears and around my head. This was a mindfuck. I was gagged, blinded, collared, caged, plugged, totally restrained from going anywhere, and I was going to be tripping balls in about thirty minutes.

"I have a little more paperwork to do, love. I'll come back after your brain has melted. HAVE FUN, BITCH!!" She laughed and gave me a slap in the cheek so loud and hard I saw it happen from outside my body. She then turned on a white noise machine on high, and walked out, shutting the door behind her, and leaving me alone with the stinging on my face echoing in my mind.