If only our neighbors knew what my wife Paula and I do on our weekends when our kids are gone to the grandparents or wherever we send them to give us a little time to ourselves. It's a welcome break and it gives us a chance to pursue a little diversion my wife and I have come to love over the past few years. It would come as a shock if our neighbors knew that we delved into the world of Bondage and Discipline, or BDSM as we have learned to call it.
This would send our upper-middle class neighborhood into a complete scandal. The very idea that the next door neighbors who car-pool their kids to soccer games and school and the nice couple they golf with and shop with on the weekends would be active in the practice of torturing and sexually abusing each other would be considered outlandish if not just plain absurd. But that is exactly what we do. If only our neighbors knew what we do with our private time together. Well maybe they will find out if they read this. Because in the next few minutes I am going to tell you about a weekend that Paula and I had early on when we had just started to play a little.
You see, we are both truly what is called in the BDSM community "switches". That means we both like to dominate and to submit, and that makes our relationship very special. Paula and I both like to be in control and be controlled and nothing seems to be too much for either of us. We like to test each other's limits and we always try to top each other, pun intended, when we are in control. So I guess you could say that we have a little competition going on. We always are trying to make the other say the safe-word, but neither of us has given up so far and believe me we have done some what others would call nasty things to each other. We have both built up real limits to physical pain and even more to mental torture. There isn't much that neither one of us wouldn't take for or from the other.
We do have our rules for our games though. We never participate in unsafe sex. This is a bit of an inconvenience, but it's a needed inconvenience. We don't play with anyone outside of ourselves unless they can present us with a current HIV and other communicable disease test. This is very important to us because we love each other and our two children too much to risk it all on something that's just a lot of fun for us. We never play without each other unless we have consent from each other to do so. The main thing is we use common sense and we respect each other and that is what is important to us. Even when we put each other in degrading situations we do respect each other when the game ends. Whatever the case the neighbors would have a cow if they knew what we did in our basement.
If only our neighbors knew about the secret room in our basement. We have a large house with a large basement with a high ceiling. We have walled off a large part of our basement and put shelving on the wall so that you would never know that there was room behind it. Part of the shelving is a door that opens outward, but you would never find it unless you knew it was there. This is what we call our playroom or dungeon. It contains all of our toys we have collected for our fun. There is one light, but we mostly use candles to light the room. We have quite an elaborate collection of toys. In one corner of the room we have a queen-size bed that we use for all kinds of fun. In another corner we have a padded whipping horse with a hole for my cock to hang through when I am on it. In another corner we have a cross that we buckle each other onto and do wicked things to each other. We have eye hooks in the floor in the last corner with an elaborate pulley system to stretch a person to the ceiling. There is other equipment, but that gives you a feel for some of the things that we are into.
When my Wife and I started to play these games we decided on the word chrysanthemum as our safe-word. It is a word that neither one of us would use by accident. We also decided that if we were gagged that wildly shaking our head would be the safe-sign. There were no limits unless we were to utter the safe-word or give the safe-sign. In the beginning our play was very simple and we took it easy on each other. We would alternate weekends tying each other up and torturing each other either through whippings, nipple clamps, hot wax or whatever came to our minds. I have to admit we were having a lot of fun. We didn't get to do it every weekend of the month, but we made sure the kids got to see the grandparents at least once a month. But let me tell you about the weekend when my Wife stepped it up a level and we have never looked back again.
It was long weekend, one of those weekends that had a Monday holiday added on. Paula had called me at work and told me to pull my car into our garage when I got home. This meant that the kids were at grandma's and grandpa's house and that we were going to play. Not remembering I asked her who's weekend it was to be on top.
"It's my weekend honey and I promise you won't forget this one," she said in a sultry voice.
I immediately got a hard on and rushed home. When I got home I pulled my car in the garage and came in the house through the garage door. On the dining room table I found wrist and ankle cuffs laid out with a note.
"Tonight starts a weekend you will never forget," it read, "I will humiliate, debase and use you like you never have been used before. I have been reading a lot lately and have decided to try some things that I think you will like. Please trust me and let me have my fun. If at any time you want to stop you know what to do and we will stop. I say this because I plan to take you places where we have never been. I promise to bring your wildest fantasies to life this weekend and maybe some fantasies you never knew you had. I am going to involve someone else in our play this weekend. I am not going to tell you who it is, but I am going to find out something that I have been thinking a long time. If this is too much for you just call down to the play room and let me know, if not, strip, put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and come down to the playroom." Signed "Paula." I was a little hesitant, but I felt a twinge of excitement as well. I trusted my Wife so stripped and headed to the basement. When I arrived I could see the flicker of the candle coming from the playroom. I got on my hands and knees and crawled to the door. I peered in the door hesitantly. There stood Paula, her dark eyes glaring at me. Paula is a beautiful woman. She is 5'5" with an incredible body, 34-24-34 and about 110 lbs. Her eyes are incredible, they can be soft and brown when she is under my control or dark and piercing as they were now. Her shoulder length hair was tied in a bun and she had on a leather bikini top and leather shorts with thigh high boots.
"Get over here slave and greet your Mistress properly!"
I scamper quickly over and begin to kiss and lick her boots.
"I see that you have agreed to my terms for the weekend," she smiles down at me.
"Yes Mistress," I respond as I continue to lick her boots.
"Good, I have a lot planned for you this weekend. I plan to use you in ways you have never been used slaveboy," Mistress says as her breath quickens.
"As I said in my note I have been reading about some new things that I think you will...let's say find interesting. Lick my crotch slaveboy. That's it, right through my leather pants. Make me hot! That's Enough!" and she pushes me away.
Mistress Paula points to the far wall, "Look what I bought for us slaveboy. It's a throne for me," she walks over to it.
It's a very curious throne. It looks to be a wooden box with a hole in the side with a bench about 6 foot long jutting out from the hole. As I got closer I realize the top had a hole in it as well with a toilet seat over it.
