For years my wife and I have been co-dominants. We've had a small parade of both male and female subs over the years of our marriage.
We currently own one of each, a female sub, who is bisexual, and a male, who is strictly heterosexual, and who only serves Mistress Vicky.
Last week, after an extremely intense session, my wife and I were lying in bed discussing how the session went. What, if anything, we could have done better and how we thought our two subs had enjoyed it. My wife went to say something then stopped. Tried again, then hesitated again.
I laughed 'What? Spit it out, you know you can say anything.'
She actually blushed. 'I was wondering what it would be like to be a submissive and wondered if you would do a session with me as the sub.' She blurted out.
Initially I laughed, then said, because of the look on her face, 'You're serious?'
Biting her lower lip she nodded.
I looked at her for a time. Slowly I said 'Well, ok. I mean I'd love to, but are you sure?'
She nodded again.
'Ok, we'll talk about it again in the morning.'
When I awoke the next morning, Vicky, my wife, was already up. Washed and dressed in a long silk robe.
She came over to me, a tantalising glimpse of thigh peeking out as she walked, and offered me coffee.
I took the coffee from her hand placed it on the side table grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed over my thighs.
Flipping her robe up I stroked then playfully pinched her bum.
Placing a hand firmly on her lower back I gave her a couple of quick smacks on her bottom.
To my surprise she didn't object, she simply lay there.
I reached a hand between her legs and felt the entrance to her pussy. She was soaking. I stroked her clit for a bit and dipped a finger into her.
She moaned and thrust back against my probing finger.
I let her up.
She smiled and said 'So are we going to do this?'
I gazed at her for a long time.
She is a gorgeous creature, my wife, with long red hair, green eyes, long legs and pert high titties. She has a full figure that really fills out a dress, as I said, she is gorgeous.
'Ok,' I say. 'Now let me have coffee. I've got to think.'
Vicky climbs up onto the bed beside me and we talk about this and that. I finish the coffee and stand up to get dressed. Black jeans, black tee-shirt, black boots.
I'm tall, wide-shouldered, not in the shape I was when I was an athlete, but still fit and strong.
I go to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I make my way back to the bedroom.
'Stand up, miss', I say.
Vicky looks at me lowers her eyes and says 'Yes, Sir.'
I command her to drop her robe and she stands in front of me completely naked.
I reach into the cupboard for my rope bag. In it are pieces of rope in various lengths. I lay some of them on the bed.
Taking the longest of them, I double it over, reach around behind Vicky, and wrap it around her waist. I loop the ends through where I've doubled it and pull it tight, tight enough to pinch the flesh.
Taking one of the ends I run the rope down the front of her thigh to her knee. I wrap the rope around her knee, making a small knot to hold it in place.
I then run the rope down her shin to her ankle and repeat the process.
Now it runs down her foot to her big toe, where I tie it off.
I do the same with her other leg.
Vicky is watching me, fascinated. Her breath is starting to come in small gasps and the smell of her arousal fills my nostrils.
I smack her bum. 'Enjoying this are we, miss?' I ask.
She nods.
I take another length of rope and double it over also. This time I loop it around her mid-back at about the same height as her breasts.
One length I circle above her tits, the other lower.
I squeeze the flesh of her breasts with the rope, forcing them to stand further up and out.
The rope cuts off the circulation to her tits which turns them to a lovely shade of purple.
After looping the rope around her a few times I tie it off at the back.
I take two more lengths of a finer, shorter rope. I tie one end to the rope circling her back. Using my fingers to ensure the rope doesn't burn her flesh, I run the rope under the loops that run around her body, and start to wrap it around her tits.
The rope circling her stops the smaller rope from sliding off, and I'm able to tie her tits up.
On a less firmly titted girl it wouldn't be necessary to do the first step but my wife's breasts are still so firm the rope won't dig in enough to stay on.
I slide my hand between her legs, her thighs are soaked. Her arousal is so pronounced that her pussy juices are literally running down her thighs.
I brush my fingers lightly across her clit and she shudders. A moan escapes her lips and for a moment her legs go weak.
I steady her for a moment.
I reach back into the bag and take out a pair of velvet handcuffs. Clasping them around her wrists I lead her to the kitchen.
We have a breakfast buffet. It's really a set of cupboards, but on the dining room side it is a bench, and on the kitchen side a cupboard.
I bend her over the bench, her hips and stomach on the bench, forcing her to stand on tiptoes.
I attach a rope to the handcuffs and, stretching her arms in front of her, I tie the rope to one of the drawer handles.
She is stuck fast.
Being already up on tiptoes she can't get enough momentum to go forward, nor can she move backwards.
I leave her there for a moment and return to our bedroom.
I take my 'bag of tricks' out of the cupboard and pick up a tube of lubricant.
I return to the kitchen.
I take a ball gag out of my bag.
Grasping her long red hair, I pull back and smack her firmly on the bum.
A gasp escapes her and I slip the ball gag expertly into her mouth.
As I'm tying the straps around the back of her head tightly, I hear her groan softly, again.
At the sounds of her groans I again slip a finger into her cunt.
Vicky immediately tries to push back against it, revelling in the feeling.
I begin to slide my finger in and out of her. I'm using the middle finger of my right hand in her cunt, my first and third fingers straddle her clit, and I stroke her clit with the index finger as I pull my hand back.
Her breath is starting to come in short gasps and I know she is close to orgasm.
I slip my finger out of her pussy and, despite the ball gag, a moan of protest escapes her.
I take a leather blindfold out of the bag, grasp a handful of hair, and pull back again.
As her head arches back I place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it firmly at the back of her head.
She is now both helpless and unable to see what I am going to do to her.
I reach into my bag and take out a small butt plug.
I smear lubricant over the plug and apply a generous dollop to her little rosebud.
Using my index finger I smear the lubricant around her bottom. Gently I slip a little bit of finger inside her arse working the lubricant up inside her.
Another moan emanates from behind the gag.
Slipping more and more of my finger inside her I slowly stretch her rosebud.
As she loosens and begins to welcome that invading finger I pick up the plug. Placing the head of the butt plug against her arse I slowly begin to insert it.
Reaching around and between her legs, with my left hand, I lightly scrape my nails across her clit. This causes her to bear down on my fingers and opens her back passage more.
Her moans are becoming more frequent now as I stroke her clit, finger her pussy and slip more of the plug inside her.
Before long both the first two fingers of my left hand are buried in her cunt and the plug is buried deep inside her.
