Married Experimenting Him

Him

My concentration wasn't there on the Friday before the last Saturday of the next month, and I left work a little earlier than usual. I called my wife and she left early too. We took the train home together. While we chatted, things between us were tense. When we got in the house, neither of us could wait. We sat in the living room and she flipped the coin. I called heads and it was tails.

Holding my hands, she said, "You ready?" and I nodded. "You will be my slave." It was what I hoped would happen. I thought if I won I might even designate myself as the slave. This made it easier. She made the designation. She told me how and where I was to be at noon.

We went half-heartedly through our normal evening routine of dinner and a movie on TV. Neither of us slept well. I went out for my normal Saturday run with the guys and got back at about ten-thirty, more successful than that other time I mentioned. My wife was out, leaving a note saying: I will see you at noon. My dick jerked a bit. It was happening.

I took a shower and washed my dick carefully. It got hard, with the thoughts and expectations that were bounding around my brain, but I held off. I spent time making sure my ass was clean too, to the point of putting soap on my finger and pushing it in me. Which didn't help my no-coming resolve. I toweled off and put on shorts and a t-shirt so I could get breakfast.

As I walked down the hall I saw a post-it on the door to one of the spare bedrooms: Do Not Enter in her sweet script. That set my mind into overdrive. After eating and having some coffee and reading the Times I saw it was after eleven-thirty. With a deep breath I headed upstairs. After looking at the verboten door, I sat in the master bedroom. The comforter was removed and neatly folded on a chair in the corner. I saw another note on the dresser:

"At noon, you are to be naked and kneeling in 'the position' and facing the door."

Before I could react, I heard the front door open and my wife coming up the stairs.

She looked into the bedroom and said calm as can be, "Hi honey. I'll be with you," she glanced at her watch, "in fourteen minutes." I heard her open the door with the post-it note. At about five-to, I stripped and put my clothes out of sight. The room was a bit chilly, but I figured things would heat up pretty quickly. At eleven-fifty-nine, I knelt on the floor in the master bedroom--an apt name that day--naked with my hands behind my back and my ass on my heels, eyes focused on the floor in front of me. I heard her steps march to the door.

As I raised my eyes from her feet after she said, "You may admire me," I saw that she was wearing leather boots with four-inch heels that extended just below her knees. Moving up, I met black silk panties and continuing a black leather corset that covered, barely, her breasts. She stood with her hands on her waist, her legs spread. My dick was instantly hard.

She strode in and walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. With her back to me, she assembled a number of things, but I couldn't see what they were. She turned her head.

"Don't be impatient. You'll see my 'toys' when I'm ready to use them on you." She resumed her assembling. When she turned again, I did see the first 'toy' she had for me. It was a leather dog-collar. She held it open and walked until she stood directly in front of me.

"You must ask me to allow you to wear my collar. Can you do that Baby?"

"Baby." So that's what I was to be called. Normally I was "honey."

"Please, may I wear your collar?"

"Please what?"

"Please, Mistress, may I wear your collar?"

"Am I your Mistress."

"Always."

"And what are you?" She held the collar, still open, in front of my face.

"Your slave."

"And?"

"Your slut."

"And?"

"Your worthless servant."

"And?"

I was desperately running words I'd read through my brain.

"Your bitch."

"Very good. And since you are my 'bitch,' you must wear my collar." She put it around my neck. It was perhaps two-inches wide and its presence could not be ignored. When I felt it tighten and felt it closed around my neck I felt liberated. From that moment on, my only thought was to do what she instructed me to do.

Were I to have thought about it, this would have frightened me but, as I say, I only had one thought and that wasn't it.

She looked down.

"Oh, look how hard your--I mean my little friend is." She walked to the dresser. She opened an ice bucket, which I hadn't noticed, and took out a cube of ice and ran it against the bottom of my dick, which reduced my erection. I also hadn't noticed that she had a plastic cock ring in her left hand. She put the ice cube in my mouth and put the ring in her right hand and pushed it down my dick.

"We don't want anything to happen prematurely now do we? This is for your benefit, not mine. To be clear, as if I have to say it, you may not come without my permission. You can come, but you may not." I'd often chided her about the different meanings of "can" and "may" and she was having her revenge.

She walked back to the dresser and lifted a small whip. I'm sure my eyes got large.

"We don't want to have to use this now, do we?" How I didn't come right there I will never know. I wondered whether I should have checked "yes" for "pleasure pain" on her damn form.

She placed the whip down and lifted a set of soft ropes.

"You know the drill. On your back and open up."

I rushed onto the bed, on my back, and spread-eagled. She tied each of my wrists and each of my ankles to the bedposts. She moved a chair from the corner so it was next to the bed and I could see it. She'd placed a towel on it ahead of time. Retrieving the whip, she sat down.

"Baby, how often do you jerk off each week?"

I looked. Not expecting this.

"Two or three."

She flicked the whip.

"Don't lie to me."

"OK. At least five."

"You do it in the shower in the morning, don't you?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"Almost all the time."

She stood.

"Let me make one thing crystal clear. If you lie to me once more, I will batter that dick of yours so hard it will never recover. So let me try again. Do you masturbate whenever you take a shower?"

"I try. Sometimes it's just... doesn't happen."

"And when you jerk off, do you think of anyone but me?"

"Yes."

"Do you sometimes think of me?"

"Often."

"And when you think of me, do you think of doing things that we've never done?"

"Yes."

"I may come back to that. But what about other people. Do I know them?"

"Some of them."

"Are they neighbors?"

"Yes. Some of them."

"And videos? Do you watch?"

"Yes."

"Type."

"Lesbian. Crossdressers. Dommes. And the usual."

"Usual?"

"Men and women fucking, eating each other. And mature."

"MILFs?"

"Sometimes."

"And when you jerk off, do you ever think of a man?"

A pause.

"Do you?" as she lifted the whip.

"Yes."

"And what do you do with a man in your brain as you're jerking off."

"I think of sucking his cock and sometimes I think of being fucked by him."

"Any men in particular?"

I waited a moment too long.

"WHO?"

"Jerry."

Jerry was a member of my running club. He was about ten years older than me but was still in very good shape.

"Anyone else?"

"No. Just him."

"Do you think of fucking him or only being fucked by him?"

"He always fucks me. Or I suck him."

"That wasn't so hard, was it? Now. If I told you you could fuck anyone, male or female, you want without any consequences, who would it be?"

I thought desperately. Who was it? I saw her right leg, now crossed over her left, bouncing slightly as my wife waited. I had not anticipated truth-and-consequences in doing this.

"Pam Johnson."

Pam Johnson lived a few houses down. She was about ten or twelve years older than us and had lost her figure to some extent. There was something about her, though, that made me desire her. Yes, she was the one I'd fuck if I had a freebie.

"Pam Johnson. That old hag. I was afraid you'd pick one of the college girls or young women you know with the big tits. The ones you stare at when you don't think I notice. Pam's a good choice."

She stood and undid the corset and pulled her panties down.

With her legs spread, she began to lightly rub her pussy. Very nonchalant.

"I wouldn't mind getting into bed with Pam. Oh, does that surprise you? I pleasure myself two or three times a week. I like it in the shower and when I take a bath. I almost always fuck myself with a dildo when you go for your runs on Saturday mornings and I'm not playing tennis with the 'girls.' Don't worry, we only play on the court, not in the locker room."

Fuck, my dick twitched at that.

"And while I often think of men fucking me, I also think of women. And, yeah, I have thought of having Pam between my legs or being between hers. Maybe we could have a threesome. I'd love to watch you fuck her while she's eating me.... Or maybe watch Jerry fuck you while you eat me."

Now, this was not helping my dick, which was straining. But it was nothing compared to what happened when she reached over to the dresser and picked up her vibrator and began to fuck herself. She'd placed her right leg over the arm of the chair to open herself more. I really think she forgot I was there as she "pleasured herself." "There, Pam, there, right there," until she exploded.

When she came down, she looked into my eyes as she cleaned the vibrator with her tongue.

"Yes, maybe a threesome with sweet, old Pam. Oh, did Baby want a taste" as she waved the dildo side-to-side. I nodded. How could I not? She pushed it back inside her pussy and rotated it several times. She carried it to me. Holding it out, I leaned as far as I could to taste her. I could only get my tongue on its tip.

"Think of it as Jerry's right after he's fucked me senseless." With that she pushed it so I could suck on it, unencumbered by the vision that it was a man's dick coated with my wife's come. She rotated it several times and pulled it back. I missed it. She spread her legs slightly and staring at me put it inside her one, final time. She took it out and cleaned it herself. She leaned and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth and letting me have a last taste before abruptly pulling away and walking out the door, waving the vibrator like a trophy.

I heard the toilet flush.

"Where were we?"

She had taken the corset and panties when she left and had put them back on. She'd not taken the boots off. She climbed over the foot of the bed, and her right hand gently rubbed my dick.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful he is?"

She kissed its tip.

"I am going to adore him. Do not come until I tell you to. If I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress."

She proceeded to lick up and down my shaft before putting it completely in her mouth and holding it. She resumed bobbing up and down and when she sensed that I was close--I was beginning to lift my ass--she pulled off.

"Tsk tsk. You are doing so well. Don't spoil it."

"Yes, Mistressssss."

She resumed and the stop and "tsk tsk" was repeated four or five times. Finally, she sat back on her haunches.

"You have done well my bitch. You will be rewarded. I will give you a signal--you will know it when it happens--and then you may come. You may fill me with your wonderful seed."

"Yes, Mistress."

She resumed her adoration of my dick and I was lost in time, only thinking of what the signal would be and when I would get it. Suddenly, when I was well past the point where I could have normally held it, I felt her finger caress my anus and I burst more than I ever have. My wife swallowed nearly all of it, although I still do not know how, and leaned over my mouth and gurgled "Open" and that of my come that was still in her mouth drained from her into me and in that moment my brain, I think, did explode.

She punctuated the moment with a kiss in which her tongue wandered about my mouth until it pulled back, and, sensing what she wanted, my own tongue I then explored her mouth and we were embracing, with her hands holding my head in position.

When I softened, she gently removed the cock ring and gave it a kiss, with her tongue licking its inner circumference before returning it to the dresser.

She turned with the whip in her hand. The whip itself was not large. It was maybe two feet long with a leather handle and strap and a solid part at the end. A horsewhip.

"I have not forgotten that you lied to me about how often you masturbate. You must be punished."

Now I know my eyes were bulging. She ran a left finger along the top of my dick several times and then held the whip in her right hand about a foot above it. She paused and her right wrist was shaking the slightest bit until she pulled the whip up and flung it against my dick. Holy fuck did it hurt.

"Thank you Mistress. One."

She seemed more confident. She struck me nine more times, and I thanked her after each. In truth, the blows weren't very hard as she pulled back the slightest amount just before they struck, although they were still enough to redden me.

She paused after the tenth. While part of me was glad she stopped and I didn't know how many more even light-hits I could take, by the last one, my dick was rock hard again and I think we both knew that we had crossed the threshold from punishment pain to pleasure pain. My wife, however, remained in control throughout and however tempted she may have been, she made sure not to hit me with the full force that the horsewhip in her hand gave her.

I had no idea what time it was. Strangely, I had come in her mouth and she had come on her own. But I'd not done anything to actually make her come. She untied me and it took me a bit of rubbing to bring life back to my limbs.

She removed her boots, bending as she did so I was blinded by her ass and her pussy. "Come."

I followed her into the bathroom. She pointed to the tub, and I got in. Was she going to bathe me?

She was, in a manner of speaking. She pulled her panties off and straddled me as I lay in the tub's bottom. She looked me in the eye, waiting, and I nodded. She put her right hand to her pussy and spread her lips and a torrent of urine poured out. She was aiming only slightly and I felt her spray first on my chest and then as she bent back on my face. Somehow I decided to try to taste it, and with my eyes closed I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out like a child hoping to catch a snowflake.

My wife finished and after the final drop fell, she stood there and backed up slightly. I leaned up and placed my hands around to hold her ass and my tongue began to lick her clean. It was acidic but it hit me that I could come to love the taste of her piss, mixed in with her own cum. My tongue began exploring her more, and while I held her ass, she held my head and began to rock, neither of us caring about the danger of a fall-in-the-tub--"well, you see doctor"--and she was grinding her pussy into my face until she began to shake and for the first time that day she came thanks to my ministrations.

For a moment, just for a moment, she was out of character.

"That was wonderful Baby," which seemed to snap her back.

"Thank you, Baby. You have pleased me. Before you shower, there are things we must do. I will leave you alone here to take care of them. You will not touch your dick except as you need to pee. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You understand what I mean about 'taking care of things'?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." And she left.

So, I peed and pooped and brushed my teeth and waited.

After what I assume was five minutes--I had zero idea about time and barely had a grip on space--the door opened. She did not knock I noticed.

She wore a clinician's white coat and nothing else. It was buttoned and she opened a drawer in the bathroom and removed several things. Again, my eyes bulged. An enema kit and surgical gloves. She had me stand as she put the nozzle into my ass, without preparing me in any way. She then filled the bag with water and released it so it filled my bowels.

"That should be about right. I will back in five minutes," and she was gone again, after removing the nozzle.

Again, I had no sense of time, but it seemed way longer than five minutes. She finally returned. I was desperate to clear myself.

"Good Baby. Sit and release it." She stood watching me as I did it into the toilet. "Good Baby. Clean up and meet me in the bedroom. The Mistress bedroom."

When I got there she was holding a butt plug in her hand. It didn't look very big, but since I'd never had anything "there" I thought it enormous. She put the business end into my mouth and I did what I could to coat it with spit.

"Bend over."

I placed my hands on the dresser, feeling ill by a combination of the enema and what I saw spread out on the dresser. Then that was gone as I felt her twisting the plug into my ass. My sphincter closed and it was in.

"Yes, Baby. You are being prepared for later when I take your virginity."

This, of course, caused my dick to shoot up. Her white coat was now gone and she was naked. She walked to the bed, swaying her ass, and lay down on it on her back.

"Fuck me."

"Yes, Mistress."

While I was in her, I felt her hand playing with the butt plug.

"Again, you may not come unless I authorize it," she whispered in my ear. God, I wanted to come, but I feared doing something stupid. For the first time I rode her to two orgasms in a row. Maybe three. They started coming fast and after the second or third my wife grabbed the butt plug and ripped it from my ass and said, "Fill me" and I did. I cannot say which of the two orgasms so far that day was the better, but they were easily the two best I'd ever had.

I pulled back so I was kneeling between her legs, and she scooted off.

"Back."

I flipped so I was on her back. She straddled my face and I knew my orders. She lowered her pussy to me and I licked her hole, tasting my cum as it dripped down. As with her pee, I feared I could become addicted to this as well. Not from the source. But from this most precious spot.

When I cleaned her to her satisfaction she said, "I'm tired. You may nap on the floor."

I got up and saw that she had placed a pillow on the floor near the bed with a blanket. I lay down, and shortly heard her light snore before I too fell asleep on the floor beside her.

It was dark when I felt her sucking my dick. She'd pulled the blanket off and moved me to my back and she was sucking my dick. I didn't know how this fit into the I'm-the-slave thing but I was past comprehending. Her hair was loose and dangling astride her face as she bobbed up and down. When she knew I was awake she said, "Your Mistress needs an appetizer" and then she turned to swing her legs across me so I could eat her, and we 69ed each other. It was not manic, as it sometimes was when we did it. It was gentle. Truly as if we were both babies suckling a mother's teat. Finally, her thighs tightened around my head and she had a nice, low-level orgasm. Normally she'd keep going on me until I came but she rolled over and stood. I could see her hesitation. Would she let me come?

She began to walk away. She grabbed something on the dresser.

"You may come if you allow me--yes it is your choice--if you allow me to put these clamps on your nipples."

Insofar as my dick softened when she stopped sucking it, it was immediately hard again. That whole earlier pain/pleasure thing was paramount in my mind.

"Please, my Mistress. I want you to mark me with the clamps."

Without a word she straddled me and put me in her. She did not move, only leaned forward and put a clamp on each of my nipples. They were not snap clamps. I don't know if physically I could handle that. They were clamps that she had to tighten, and she tightened them only enough to make me know they were there with just a slight pain. They hurt at first but the pain diminished, in part forgotten by the fact that she was bouncing up and down on my dick.