I was stood in the middle of our bedroom naked, bent over at the waist. A thread was tied, pulled tight from one thumb down to my big toe. My Mistress Wife was stood next to me, cane in her hand, talking.
We have been living in a 24/7 FemDom relationship for some years now, and She has been cuckolding me with Dave, Her work colleague for the best part of 12 months.
She is a drop dead gorgeous, 38 year old gym bunny, in a body any 18 year old would die for. Tall, slim and beautiful. Tight waist, curvy arse and gorgeous tits, and the most sexual attitude to dress style you could wish for -- short skirts, tight trousers -- wonderful. Her relationship with Dave was becoming increasingly intimate, and I was struggling to deal with the intimacy. She was addressing that now.
"I am going to give you some extra-hard, punishment strokes." She said. "You must remain where you are without moving. If you move and break the thread, then I will tie you to the bed so you cannot move, finish the set that I started, and then apply the complete set to you all over again. So you will end up receiving double the punishment. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied.
"Right," She began, "To start with we need to deal with the fact that I no longer think of you as my sexual provider. You haven't fucked me properly for years and I don't know what makes you think you should start trying to do so now."
"I do not think of you sexually in that way, and I do not want to do so. I will not be doing so, and you need to get used to that."
"Now, I am going to give you 20 punishment strokes with this cane. After each stroke I want you to count it off and then say 'Thank You Mistress. I do not think of myself as Your sexual provider.'"
"Right, let's go," She pulled back the cane for the first stroke.
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20 strokes later I was whimpering gently as I stood there, bent over, my arse in complete agony.
"Right. That deals with that. Let's hope we don't have any more nonsense in that respect. Now, there are a more things."
"Firstly, Dave is the primary source of my sexual excitement. When I think about him, see him or get a message from him on my Blackberry, my pussy gets wet and I think about having sex with him."
"When I feel horny I think about him and about reaching out to him, and not to you."
"As you know, I am a very sexual being. I love sex, and so I think about him in this way on and off throughout the day. You should be glad that I have him to think of in this way, since you don't fulfill my sexual needs. You should be happy - accepting, encouraging and supportive of his role as my sexual provider."
"To make this quite clear to you I am now going to give you 30 punishment strokes. After each stroke I want you to count it, thank me and say 'We are lucky that we have Dave as Your sexual provider Mistress, especially since I am not able to fill that role.'"
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30 strokes later I was crying tears as I stood, bent in the middle of the room.
"Good, Mistress said, "Now there is still more."