Was it really only a year ago? In the momentary pause I had a flash of perspective, and mused on our voyage of discovery. It seemed so much longer, so much had changed. Three years since we married, about two since we began watching porn together, online. It was innocently naughty at first, but became part of sex, almost a routine. When we got interested, we would grin silently, and go to the computer, watch porn, and get hot. It stimulated us, inspired hot sex. We started doing stuff we saw, facials, anal, even creampies. A little bit more each time. Each thing we saw made us try something new; each thing we tried made us look for another thing. And the day came that we saw the video of a woman, bound and tied and tortured, abused. That was a year ago.
Mona was inspired that night, and afterwards, I had asked her what had gotten into her. She kind of blushed before admitting that the helpless woman, being abused like that, had struck something inside her. The next night we looked for more videos like that, and she wanted me to tie her up. I used neckties, and pinched her nipples harder than usual. It was a harmless first attempt, one we didn't recognize then as the beginning of a journey. It was a small step.
The memory of our humble beginnings ran through my head quickly in the moments it took the servants to move Mona's face over mine, on my left side. I had a glimpse of her bound tits, swollen and red, as they disconnected the chains from the ceiling and clamped them behind her neck, maintaining the strain on her nipple clamps. I never saw Mistress's hand, so her slap rocked my head, jarring my teeth against the "O" clamp that held my mouth open. Refocused, I saw her glaring in hostility and disdain, and felt her fingers at the loose skin of my scrotum. She pinched and tugged, hard.
"Eyes on me, bitch," she scolded me, even as I wailed for her pleasure. The pain shot through me, overwhelming my humiliation and debasement. I breathed heavily through my nose, tears spilling from my eyes. "Enjoy this, slut. See what we make your wife do tonight!"
Before settling Mona's chin on my open mouth, Mona's Master had them strap my head in place, immobilizing me. Mona's eyes caught mine for just a second, the fiery glaze of lust in her eyes shining hotly through the sheen of cum covering her face. Her arms were bound behind her, forcing her chest forward, and the only contact to me was her breasts pressing against my arm, and her chin resting at my open mouth. Her mascara ran in broad stripes down her cheeks, and cum from her facials began dripping into my open mouth. I groaned, and swallowed.
I struggled to keep my body still; even strapped to the bench with my legs up and out, Mistress's stern pounding of her huge strap-on in my ass shook me, and the vibrations shook more of the cum from Mona's face, dangling in waving strings from her nose and eyebrows, dripping onto my face and into my mouth. The servants finished and stepped back. Mona was not secured in place, but she would not move. She would obey, and willingly hold still.