As he sat carefully on his chair in the restaurant, Dan was very aware of the large butt plug lodged deep into his ass. Ridiculous thought It seemed, he was convinced the other diners must be aware of it too. Sitting very still helped some, but he felt definitely stuffed, and his asshole was stretched and burning. And the more he thought about it the more uncomfortable it became. He tried to distract himself by mentally walking through the history of events that brought him this most peculiar Wednesday night dining out experience.
It could probably all be traced back to his desire for a shake-up in their marriage arrangements. The desire to be Mary's sex slave hadn't come completely out of the blue. Ten years married. Kids hadn't come along and were not going to. In fact it was highly predictable given the situation.
Money was not a problem. Dan's teaching job at the local community college was nice and steady. He could do it on auto-pilot, but still enjoyed it. They were happy with each other's company but were settled into a bit of same ol' same ol' on most fronts, including in bed. As is so often the case, it is the male who decides it is time to spice up their sex life. (For 'their' read 'his.')
The 'spicing' ingredient can be anything from an affair, group sex, wife-swopping, to the whole gender re-assignment thing even. Most of these options lead, whether directly or indirectly, to the divorce court. But fortunately for Mary and Dan, he went for the simple kink option and Mary was quite prepared to go with it. Lucky him. He proposed a bit of bondage; tied to the bed and all that. Mary was happy to facilitate her horny husband, playing the dutiful wife.
She tied him to the bed with her old silk scarves and he loved it. So much so, that he brought presents for her (for him to enjoy); the black fishnet stockings, the corset, the cane, the handcuffs and so on, until they had a full cupboard of BDSM toys.
They did their little scenarios, him naked in his collar and cuffs, her in her sexy domme outfits. He called her Mistress. She called him Boy, or Slaveboy. When, after he came, he said, 'Thanks, Honey. That was great,' and not 'Thank you, Mistress,' Mary knew the show was over. They were back in the real world. She untied him and they both had a good night's sleep.
For Dan, this was more than good. It was great. But, after a while, he wanted more. What's new? Oliver; Please, Sir. Can I have more? The history of the recorded word is heavily populated with the male who always wants more, whether deserving or not. They ask for everything and anything. Four more years, even.
As far as Dan was concerned the bondage play, though great, soon seemed a bit tame. The fact that Mary hadn't seemed put out by it encouraged him to believe they could take this further. So it was just a case of biding his time before moving things along. It would be good for them both to go deeper into their Mistress and slave roles, he felt. Personally, Dan wanted to go all the way.
He considered, with hindsight, that he might have picked a better moment to make his big move. It was soon after Mary had him tied to the bed, arms and legs stretched out using the proper leather cuffs and chain that was now a regular part of their kit. This was not a dignified platform from which to launch a proposal of this nature. But the words popped out like a sort of premature ejaculation of Dan's slavedom desires. There was no going back.
He had practiced this speech for some time. He didn't plan on making it with Mary kneeling astride him, dressed in a sexy red bustier and holding the ball gag two inches from his mouth. But it was one of those 'I've started so I might as well finish' moments. Well, what can you do but go for it. And he went for it, putting the whole speech out there.
Dan remembered advising Mary that she really deserved more from him. He said he knew she wasn't interested in getting tied up herself and that was fine. But in return for her giving him a regular bit of bondage, he wanted to serve her in any way she wished. In fact, Dan distinctly remembered saying he wanted to be her slave full time, not just in the bed on a Friday night, but every night and every day too.
And so he had made his big proposal, lying there chained hand and foot, naked on their bed. Before Mary had gagged him, tight and hard, he remembered her giving a fairly positive response to his proposal. She teased him a bit but she always did that after she tied him to the bed. Then she said she would think some more about it. In his mind's eye, Dan could still see her walking towards the bedroom door, her shapely body and sexy outfit silhouetted as she switched out the bedroom light. She went downstairs, closing the door, leaving him tied and bound in the darkness.
Just remembering that last Friday night started his cock hardening again, despite his copious overflow of cum just a few minutes ago. Dan's reverie was cut short by Mary returning from the restroom. She sat down facing him, slid her hand across under the table and pushed it between his knees.
'Spread them wide.'
'Yes, Madam.' Dan spread his knees wide.
She place her foot, the one nearest the wall, up onto his crotch and pushed against him. Dan felt the hard sole push on his penis and her heel slightly crush one of his balls. He wriggled a bit to ease the discomfort, but that only moved the dildo in his arse painfully and he went still again and accepted the lesser discomfort to his front.
'Just reminding you they are mine,' she said, juggling her foot from side to side. She left her foot propped hard against his groin. 'Get used to it.'
'Yes, Madam.' Dan winced but stayed still.
The waiter came towards them with Madam's starter. The tray also held a single glass of wine for Madam and a large bottle of water. The meal was about to begin. Dan realised that he had started think about his wife as 'Madam.'
Truth be told, Mary knew exactly where Dan was at in the development of his BDSM fantasy. She knew that it would come to this exact moment. But she hadn't pretended to Dan. Mary had conducted a little investigation of Dan's laptop. Her IT skills would give her an edge in this situation, but they were not needed. Yes the laptop was password protected. But Dan wrote down the password beside all his other passwords; SLAVE101, all caps.
True to his scientific calling, Dan has been very systematic in his preparations. He not only kept an online diary, but he had set out his strategy for his own slavedom on a spreadsheet, marking off the milestones and showing the projected completion date of each stage. He was a week early with his slave request, but Mary was ready. She knew Dan always had a tendency to let his excitement run ahead of him.
Mary had acted surprised at Dan's sudden proposal. She let him complete his breathless speech. Then she launched into her prepared pretend shock response.
'You be my slave? You mean, like we are now but all the time? Are you saying I could ask you, for instance, to lick my pussy whenever I felt like it, say in the kitchen, and you would have to go down on your knees and stick your head up my skirt and do it, no matter what?'
'Exactly that," panted Dan, as yet another large drop of precum slid up and out the tip of his throbbing cock at the thought. "I would do anything you wanted. And you could punish me or treat me anyway you wanted. Because I'd be your slave forever.'
'I see. Sounds interesting.'
She climbed off him but let her hand rest lightly on his stiff and straining erection, gently stoking his eagerness with the tips of her fingers, running little rings around the hard pink ridge, moistened and lubricated by the now steady escape of precum from the tip. She kept the stimulation slow enough to make sure he did not cum.
'I'll think about it, so.'
'Please do,' panted Dan.
