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.
