Author's note:
As you'll see in this story, my wife and I have recently been experiencing a major change in our sex life. In this series, I'll attempt to document our journey as honestly as I can. The dialog will probably not be exactly word-for-word what we said at the time, since it's based on what we remember afterward, but the events will be exactly as they happened. In some cases, this may make the story a bit less hot to read than it might have been if I had omitted some of the non-sexy details (e.g., pausing in the middle of a scene to figure out how to use a particular toy). But if I'm lucky, knowing that these are real events rather than fiction will make it hotter for you to read. :)
To be honest, my primary reason for writing these stories is to help myself process the amazing events that have occurred. I find that writing things down helps me understand and internalize what I've experienced, especially as I'm still coming to terms with all of it. However, since I'm writing these stories anyway, I figured that I might as well publish them on Literotica and see if other people like them. In part, this is a small way of giving back to the site that I've been reading for many years. And in part, I think I will probably enjoy knowing that our experiences have given a small erotic thrill to people who read about them - and maybe even inspire some of you to go on your own journeys. So please let me know if you enjoy this by voting and leaving comments.
This is my first attempt at writing a story for anyone other than myself in many years. Please be kind. :)
My wife and I had just recently discovered our shared interest in D/s. I've been interested in kink for a long time, and I had tried to get her interested in submitting to me earlier in our marriage, but it didn't work for her. But just a few weeks ago, we discovered that she is turned on by the idea of dominating me, which I find really hot. She had not really previously learned much about D/s, so she'd been doing a bunch of reading, and we'd ordered a bunch of toys. We'd had a number of micro-scenes over the last few weeks, just to get used to the idea and to see if it worked for us, which it does - she really gets off on being the one in control, and I love the feeling of knowing that my submission turns her on so much. Tonight was going to be the first time that we were going to do a full scene that she planned out in advance, and I was really looking forward to it.
After dinner, she went up to our room to prepare while I put our son to bed. When I was done, I went to our room, but the door was still closed. I knocked and she told me to wait, so I sat on the floor outside the door and geeked out on my phone. (I guess if we were both more practiced at this, she would have ordered me to wait on my knees without using my phone. But hey, we're just starting out, still trying to figure out what works best for us.)
After a few minutes, she opened the door. I put down my phone and rose to my knees, gazing appreciatively at her. All she was wearing was a sexy black babydoll that I love but that she hadn't worn for me in years. It has a builtin low-cut faux leather bra that hides her nipples but exposes most of her upper and inner breasts. Below that is a sheer skirt that goes down to her upper thighs but is completely open in the front, baring her beautiful pussy to my hungry eyes. But what struck me even more than her outfit was her posture and her attitude - discovering her dominance had given her confidence, and she was standing tall and looking down at me, knowing that she was in control.
She didn't give me time to gawk at her. She was holding the leather play collar we had bought for me and was ready to put it on. "Take your shirt off," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress." I immediately complied, smiling up at her, and she reached down and placed the collar around my neck. I leaned my head forward to rest trustingly and lovingly on her stomach while she buckled it on behind my head. When she was done, I leaned back again and looked up at her.
She grabbed the big O-ring on the front of my collar and pulled my chin up toward her to get my attention - as if she didn't already have it! "I want you to come in, strip, and lay on the bed," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said again, smiling up at her. It was rapidly becoming one of my favorite phrases - to me, it symbolized my trust in her, my love for her, and my willing submission.
She let go of my collar and stepped back from the doorway. I stood up and walked into the room. She had the lights in the room off, with only one LED candle on, and some additional light coming from the cracked-open closet door to provide some real illumination. (One of the things we realized we needed for future scenes is more LED candles to provide better ambiance than the closet light can.)
Stepping over to the bed, I saw that she had taken her pillows off the bed and moved mine to the center. I quickly stripped, throwing my clothes on the floor, and lay down on the center of the bed.
"First, put this on," she said, handing me a metal and leather chastity pouch we had purchased. I had tried it on the previous evening, so I knew how it worked; it wasn't very good as a chastity device to wear during the day outside of a scene, but it would work just fine within one. (I actually really like the idea of wearing a chastity cage for her all the time, as a way of reminding me that I'm hers even when we're not in a scene, but we haven't yet found one that fits well enough for that. We did recently order a couple models that we thought might work better, but they hadn't arrived yet.)
"Yes, Mistress," I said. I carefully pulled my balls through the metal ring one at a time, then squeezed my cock through. Then I pulled the leather pouch from one side of the ring over my cock to the other side, slipped the strap on the other end under the ring, and snapped it closed.
Next, my wife pulled out the cuff from beneath the top left corner of the mattress and reached for my left wrist. We have one of those under-mattress straps with a cuff at each corner, good for tying someone spread-eagle to the bed, using the weight of the mattress itself to keep it in place. We had bought it early in our marriage, but it hadn't been used in a long time - although I suspect that it will start getting used again now!
I smiled up at my wife and let her move my wrist up to the cuff, which she secured. Then she put a blindfold on me, making sure that I couldn't see out of the bottom on either side of my nose. She then moved to the other side of the bed and secured my right wrist the same way. Then she secured my ankles using a pair of silk scarves, first the right and then the left.
At this point, I was tied spread-eagle on the bed, blindfolded and wearing nothing but my leather play collar and the leather chastity pouch. I was really starting to feel submissive, and I couldn't wait to see what my wife was going to do next. I remember thinking that as much as I didn't want compromising pictures of myself floating around, I did really wish that I could see what I looked like that way.
My wife sat down on the bed on my left and started to tease me by running her hands and fingernails all over my chest and stomach. "Mmmm, I like it when you're all tied up for me," she said. "I could do anything to you, couldn't I?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, enjoying the contact.
She continued to tease me for a few minutes, occasionally trailing her fingers around the ring of the chastity pouch and up my inner thigh, other times scraping her fingernails over my nipples, sometimes pinching them as she passed by.
Then she leaned over to get something, and I felt a new sensation; she had picked up our little nylon whip and was trailing the ends of the strands across my skin! I moaned at its light, teasing touch. "Do you like that?" she asked as she trailed it around the chastity pouch.
"Mmm, yes, Mistress," I groaned. I could feel myself trying to get hard within the pouch.
"It's too bad your little cock can't please me," she teased. (In truth, I am probably slightly above average size, but for some reason that I will never understand, I do get off on this kind of humiliation, and she knows that.) She reached down and unstrapped it to tease my cock for a few moments, but then strapped it up again before I could really get hard. "That's why it's all locked up. I'll have to punish you for that."
Then she climbed over me and straddled my hips. She again trailed the ends of the strands of the whip over my chest a few times. Then she proceeded to whip my stomach and chest a few times, starting lightly and gradually getting harder. The impact stung, but I could tell that she was turned on doing it, and that turned me on as well.
Then she started sliding her body up and down on mine, teasing me more. I tried to flex my hips up at her, but she said in a firm whisper, "Don't move unless I tell you to." I groaned but complied.
She kissed her way up my chest, then onto my neck. She then pushed my head to the right and then started licking and nibbling on my left ear, which drives me crazy. Then she moved my head to the other side and did the same thing to the other ear. I moaned in pleasure, my senses overloaded.
Then she started grinding her pussy down onto me, sometimes on top of the chastity pouch, and other times just above it on my abdomen. I couldn't help it - I flexed my hips, maybe to increase my pleasure or maybe to try to give her pleasure, I'm not sure.
"I told you not to move," she said sternly.
"I'm sorry, Mistress!"
She grabbed the whip and gave me a few strikes on each of my arms, alternating between them. The impact stung but wasn't too painful.
Then she continued grinding onto me. I tried to stay still, but I couldn't help it - flexing my hips was instinctive, and I couldn't stop doing it.
"Don't move those hips!" she hissed, picking up the whip again. She delivered several stronger hits on my arms, alternating from one to the other. The blows on my left arm were more dead-on than those on my right - I felt the sting worse on that side, and it persisted for a while even after she stopped.
"I'm sorry, Mistress! I'm trying, but it's so hard to keep still," I whimpered.
She resumed grinding herself onto me, and I somehow managed to keep my hips still for the next minute or two. It was not easy.
Satisfied, she leaned down as if to kiss me but stopped with her mouth inches from mine. I opened my mouth and tried to lift my head to hers, but she pulled back, keeping us inches apart. "Tell me what you want," she demanded.
"I want to kiss you, Mistress!"
She leaned down and kissed me passionately for a few moments, then withdrew to be a few inches away again. I moaned unhappily at her withdrawal.
"What do you want?" she taunted. She loves making me ask for what I want.
"Please, Mistress, I want to kiss you more!"
She leaned back down and we kissed passionately again for a few moments, and then she made me ask again.
