PART I -- FRIDAY NIGHT
My wife Patty had to go to Los Angeles for a weekend company annual retreat. When I dropped her off at the airport on Friday morning, she told me she had a surprise for me, and left it at that. I wondered all day what she was up to, and I had to wait until almost 4 in the afternoon to hear from her. When she called to tell me she'd arrived safely, she told me to text her as soon as I got home from work as I would be getting my surprise shortly thereafter. I dutifully sent her a text as soon as I walked in the door and threw my coat on the chair, where I usually put it -- this drives Patty crazy as she is a bit of a neat freak. With the three hour time difference between the coasts, I thought she would be in meetings and didn't expect to hear from her right away, but she texted back in about 5 minutes:
GOOD YOU'RE HOME NOW PICK UR FUCKING COAT UP OFF THE CHAIR AND WRITE BACK WHEN YOU'VE HUNG IT IN THE CLOSET LIKE I HAVE TO REMIND U EVERY FUCKING DAY!
I chuckled ... she knew me so well. I did as I was told and texted her back. Her response:
NOW, HERE'S YOUR SURPRISE. WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A FUN WEEKEND EXPLORING UR FAVIROTE SEXUAL FANTASIES BUT U HAVE TO FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS EXACTLY OK?
Before I could respond "OK" she followed with another message:
I KNOW IT'S LATE THERE AND U WORKED ALL WEEK, SO JUMP IN THE SHOWER AND SHAVE UR LITTLE BALLS. U KNOW I LIKE U NICE AND SMOOTH. TEXT BACK WHEN U R DONE.
I complied and texted her. She replied:
I HAVE DINNER PLANS AT 8 AND I WANT U IN BED BY THEN. 11 UR TIME. GO IN MY TOYBOX AND GET THE MIDDLE-SIZE BUTT PLUG AND LUBE IT UP.
Then, immediately:
NOT 2 MUCH LUBE U'RE GOING TO HAVE TO HOLD IT THERE FOR AWHILE. TEXT BACK. ATTACH A PICTURE OF THE BUTT PLUG IN UR ASS.
After I inserted the rubber plug I struggled for quite a while trying to take a picture and finding it impossible to aim my cell phone camera, I settled for holding the plug behind me. I texted her back, attaching the photo, and immediately received the following message.
U REALLY ARE A STUPID FUCK. I SAID IN UR ASS NOT IN UR HAND. PUT IT UP YOUR ASS NOW DO IT AND PROVE IT.
I tried again and finally realized that I might be able to take the picture in the mirror. It wasn't very clear but I sent it anyway.
OK. URE NOT GONNA LIKE THIS NOW GO IN THE MEDICINE CABINET AND TAKE OUT THE ICY HOT AND SMEAR IT ALL OVER UR WORTHLESS BALLS. PICTURE.
Now THAT was an awful experience. The salve burned my freshly shaven testicles and I winced in pain. With my response I attached a picture of my balls with the Icy Hot next to them. My ball sac was beet red.
GOOD. DO UR LITTLE BALLS HURT NOW? HA HA NOW THE PUNISHMENT PANTIES AND A PAIR OF MY JEANS. 2 PIC & SHOW ME SOME GRATITUDE
I didn't think I'd mind the punishment panties, which were PVC thongs with pointy little plastic spikes on the inside. They were something Patty picked up as a novelty and she had made me wear them a couple of times. They weren't so bad. Until I put a pair of Patty's jeans on. Now I am fairly thin and Patty is quite voluptuous so I can squeeze into most of her jeans. And the punishment panties weren't so bad until I put the jeans on. The tight material not only forced the butt plug deeper in my ass but pressed the plastic spikes onto my balls. Not at all comfortable.
I attached three pictures, one with me wearing the panties, another with me wearing her jeans and a third with the front of the jeans unzipped so she could see I had done as I was told. The text accompanying the pictures read: "Thank You Goddess for allowing me to amuse You in this way. I am in very much pain now just as You like it." Her response was
2 FUNNY NOW U HAVE JUST ENOUGH TIME TO GO TO THE MALL AND BUY ME A BOTTLE OF "SUMMER SECRET " PERFUME @ VICKYS & A NICE BRACELET MAKE IT EXPENSIVE! & PICS
Again I did as I was told. You might wonder why I was so compliant. In part it was because when Patty cooked something up like this she made it a whole lot of fun and well worth it in the end, but more importantly because I had made a vow to obey her in every respect without question. That is the foundation of our relationship and we very happy this way.
The experience at the mall was uncomfortable and embarrassing. Although the Icy Hot had started to wear off by the time I got to the mall, the butt plug did make me walk funny and the panties were very irritating. She had chosen those two gifts because in each case I would have to deal with a salesgirl; and at Victoria's Secret she was likely to be young and sexy. As it turned out, she was. She looked at me funny the whole time, and even asked if I was all right. I told her my knee hurt but I was okay. It turned out that Patty had been even more diabolical than I expected because Victoria's Secret had discontinued "Summer Secret" after the holidays last year. So, I had to spend an agonizing 5 minutes while the cute little salesgirl tried on various other scents and had me sniff them on her wrists. As I was doing that I imagined that she caught on to what was "wrong" and made me pull down my pants in front of all the salesgirls and shoppers. I started to get an erection at this thought which was a very bad idea, as the panties were designed to make getting a hard on quite uncomfortable.
The experience at the department store was equally trying. But I managed to make my purchases and get home shortly after 9. I attached two pictures to my next text with each gift and the dated receipt lying next to it.
ARE U THAT STUPID? I TOLD U "SUMMER SECRET" I AM GOING TO BEAT UR ASS WHEN I GET HOME FOR BEING SUCH A WORTHLESS STUPID FUCK.
I wrote back, explaining that they didn't carry Summer Nights anymore.
HOW DARE U! WHY DIDN'T U CRY LIKE A LITTLE GIRL AND BEG THE SALESGIRL TO SEE IF SHE COULD FIND SOME IN THE BACK ROOM LIKE I TOLD U TO?
Although she had said nothing of the sort, I knew better than to argue so I texted back and admitted I hadn't.
UR STUPIDITY JUST EARNED U A SWIFT KICK IN UR PATHETIC NUTSACK BITCH. WOULD U LIKE THAT? I BET U WOULD.
I replied with a simple "Yes, Goddess."
I BET U WOULD LIKE THE SEXY SALESGIRL FROM VICKYS SECRET TO KICK U IN THE BALLS. DOES THINKING ABOUT THAT MAKE UR LITTLE WEE-WEE STIFF?
I texted back, again saying nothing more than "Yes Goddess."
OF COURSE IT DOES, U SICK FUCK. NOW, PICK OUT THE SHOES U WANT ME TO KICK U IN THE BALLS WITH. LICK THEM SHINY CLEAN. PROOF IS IN THE PIX!
I selected her sexiest pair of open toe pumps and sent two pictures with my next text, the first with my tongue on the left shoe and the other with me sucking on the 5" heel of the right one.
I KNEW U'D PICK THOSE SO PREDICTABLE WHAT A FUCKING LOSER. TAKE OFF THE PANTIES & BUTT PLUG OUT. WASH URSELF UP. HURRY. TEXT WHEN DONE.
I was so relieved to have those panties off and the plug out of my ass that I couldn't think of anything else but being comfortable for the first time. Although I DID start to get an erection when I was washing myself. I texted Patty as soon as I was dried off.
NOW PUT ON UR CHASTITY DEVICE. I AM NOT LETTING U SQUIRT A WORSHIP PUDDLE FOR ME TONIGHT BUT I WILL MAKE IT WELL WORTH IT TOMORROW I PROMISE. PICTURE.
I dutifully attached a picture of my penis encased in my little CB6000s. I was still semi hard when I put it on so it took a while. But I made sure the picture clearly showed that the lock was securely in place ... I didn't want to be accused of cheating.
She wrote back:
OKAY. NOW BEDTIME. U WILL SLEEP ON THE FLOOR AT THE FOOT OF THE BED. U CAN USE A BLANKET BUT NO PILLOW.
Followed by
GO IN THE CLOTHES HAMPER AND DIG OUT ALL OF MY DIRTY PANTIES I COUNTED THEM SO U HAVE 2 LET ME KNOW HOW MANY
I did as instructed and was surprised to find, buried about halfway down, a Ziploc bag with her dirty panties in it. I opened the bag to count them and noticed that one pair was wet as if it had been sitting next to a wet bath towel. Actually, quite a bit wetter than that. I texted back that I had retrieved exactly seven pairs of panties.
DID YOU FIND THE WET ONE? HA HA MAYBE I WORKED OUT IN THEM AND GOT THEM ALL SWEATY OR MAYBE I PISSED THEM JUST FOR U BITCH. PUT THEM ON AND SEND A PICTURE.
I opened the bag and took out the wet pair. I sniffed them but couldn't really tell if they were wet with pee or with sweat because they all smelled, wonderfully, of her. I put the wet pair on and texted back with a picture.
STUPID FUCKING STUPID ASS ... U R NOT WEARING THEM! PUT THEM OVER UR HEAD, IDIOT. NOW!!!! & NO CHEATING I KNOW WHICH ONES THEY ARE
I put the wet pair over my head and took a picture and sent it.
GO LIE DOWN MY DIRTY PANTIES ARE UR PILLOW ENJOY THE SMELL OF MY PISS OR SWEAT (WHICH ONE HUH?) ENJOY TASTE OF MY DIRTY PANTY CROTCHES & FUCKING EXPRESS GRATITUDE
Again I did as I was told, then texted Patty with a reverent "thank You, my Goddess."
I closed my eyes and thought about the events of the evening, which were, to me, amazingly exciting. Even though I couldn't imagine how I was going to fall asleep with the soaking wet panties on my head, I soon felt myself dozing. I heard my cell phone buzz. More? I thought.
FOR WHAT? THANK ME FOR WHAT?
I wrote back "For making me do all those things and embarrassing me & 4 Your dirty panties."
BITCH! U DIDN'T THANK ME FOR THE ICY HOT.
"Thank You for allowing me to use the Icy Hot, my Goddess" I obediently texted back.
2 LATE AND INSINCERE WHEN I GET HOME WE REPEAT UR PUNISHMENT WITH A COUPLE OF ADDED TOUCHES IN ADDITION TO KICKING U IN THE BALLS ICY HOT IS GOING ON THE BUTT PLUG
I shuddered. I hoped that was safe. She read my mind
DONT WORRY IS SAFE. I WON'T PUT IT ON UR BALLS BECAUSE I WANT 2 HAVE SOME FUN WITH THEM HOW ABOUT A NICE LITTLE CIGARETTE BURN YOU SHOULD BEG ME FOR THAT NOW.
I shuddered again, but obediently wrote back. "My Goddess, please pretty please i would be so honored if You would mark my little ball sack with a burn from Your cigarette PLEASE!"
She wrote back:
FINALLY A SINCERE MESSAGE EVEN THO ITS PATHETIC & BTW YOU'RE PATHETIC FOR WANTING THAT! NOW, GO TO SLEEP TOMORROW IS GOING TO BE FUN FUN FUN.
I couldn't wait to see what my lovely wife had in store for Saturday. Again I tried to drift off but she sent me one last text about 10 minutes later.
SPEAKING OF CIGARETTES, I JUST WENT IN MY PURSE TO GET ONE OUT AND I FOUND THE KEY TO UR DEVICE. DAMN! SORRY!
My heart fell. There was only one key, and she had it, AND she was more than 2,000 miles away. There was no way I was going to get out of the device until she came home on Monday. At first I thought "fuck it, I am going to take these panties off my face and wash up and crawl into bed," but as I lay there pondering this, sleep overtook me. I woke up with the sunlight streaming into the room. I had removed the panties at some point during the night.
PART II -- SATURDAY
Patty called at about noon to tell me she had just finished breakfast and was heading into a meeting. She didn't say a word about the prior evening until the very end of our conversation.
"By the way," she giggled, "I was just teasing about the key ... it's in the house somewhere. I'll tell you where it is later. I don't think I'll text you until later ... after dinner."
Actually, she didn't wait until after dinner to text me again. At about 3:00 she texted me that she was about to go to lunch and I responded "have a nice lunch" to which she replied.
BTW, MY COWORKERS MAGGIE & ALYSSA LOVED ALL THE PICTURES YOU SENT LAST NIGHT. THEY WERE HYSTERICAL WHEN I SHOWED THEM NOW THEY WANT 2 MEET U.
I could actually feel my face turn red when I read that.
I went about my business that day thinking all the while about what Patty might have cooked up for me that evening. She had absolutely nailed the first of my three "genres" of sex fantasies -- being totally helpless under the spell of a sweetly sadistic domina. The only thing that could have been better would have been if she were there to beat my ass or twist my nipples. And, of course, if she had let me cum. I wondered what she'd do with my other fantasies.
