The Switch Ch 03 2

"Oh shit," I thought.

What have I done. On one hand I couldn't help but be intoxicatingly excited at the idea of my wife as a slave. It's what I had wanted to explore with her for so many years. And yet, it wasn't me who was in control. I had cemented my status with her as the subservient one. It all made sense now though. That's why I had been locked in my cage for 6 weeks. That's why she was going to "happy hour" so much more. That's why she was in great shape, why she was dressing better, why she was being more demanding with me.

She was leaning into her role as a slave, and I was becoming her slave. On her terms. Or maybe even on the terms of her D's.

While part of me was angry that I had absolutely no say in this. I also felt more empowered than ever before. I didn't know what would happen next, and that was exciting. The way Summer had explained it all, told me that in no way did she want to leave me. She just needed a way to experience her fantasies, something that I couldn't give her.

I walked into the bedroom where she was about to get in the shower. I laid on the bed so I could see her in the bathroom. In addition to the small bruises on her wrists and ankles, she had some bright red lines on her ass and back, welts from being caned I assumed.

Jesus, I thought. She was really into this. On one of her ass cheeks she had a number 12 written in black marker, almost like she was branded.

I wanted her more than ever. She was so confident in her new outlet for release. I watched as she opened the glass door to the shower, started to wash her hair, eventually the steam started fogging up the glass, obscuring my view of her body. I waited on the bed until she was done, processing everything I had heard.

When she was done in the shower she came out with a towel wrapped around her and asked me, "are you ok?"

"Yeah," I said. "Just thinking about all of this. I had no idea, but if I'm honest, it has me kind of excited."

"Well good," she said. "You can think about it while you make me cum."

She dropped her towel and laid down on the bed, spreading her legs. I immediately buried my face in her pussy.

As I laid with her that night I asked, "Do you think I could come with you sometime? To D's I mean."

All she said was, "We'll see. I'll ask."

She rolled over and went to sleep.

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It had been a week since the night I found out about my wife's now not-so-secret happy hours. It had been a busy week for both of us with work and the kid's activities. She didn't speak about anything sexual, and although I was desperate to understand more, I was also a little uncertain of bringing it up. I wasn't sure I wanted to know the whole truth just yet. The unknown was kind of alluring, and I knew I would understand more before too long.

Saturday morning we woke up like usual and took the kids to play at the park. While sitting on the bench together, Summer leaned over and said, "I'm going to happy hour this evening. I'll be back by 10."

I got an immediate rush of adrenaline. I was desperate for details, and had a hundred questions circle through my mind, but all I said was, "Ok. Have fun."

Summer left at 3:30, and I was surprised that she wasn't as dressed up as usual. She just wore jeans, sneakers and a black t-shirt. I wondered what that meant. Had something changed now that she'd told me what she was doing? Did D ask her to wear something casual? I was searching for meaning in everything she did these days. That night, I made dinner for the kids, put them to bed and waited for her to come home, hoping she'd divulge some details. As she came inside around 10pm, she gave me a coy look, and motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom.

She closed and locked the door behind us, turned around to face me and said, "I've spent all evening being treated like a whore. Now it's your turn. I want you naked and on your knees. Right now bitch!"

As she said it, she reached up into the closet and grabbed her strap-on harness and the largest dildo she had, about 9 inches long. She tossed both on the bed and then took her black t-shirt and jeans off. I could tell she had some new marks on her upper legs and back, along with some redness around her waist, like she had been strapped down. And that same curious number 12 on the side of her ass.

I was now naked and on my knees like she instructed. She quickly took her panties off, looked at me and said, "Open," and stuffed them roughly in my mouth.

I could tell they were already a little wet as I bit down on them. A mix of sweat, the taste of her pussy and lube.

"Hands and knees," she said as she pulled the harness up, tightening the straps. I turned around to face my ass towards her, but could still see her behind me in the mirror across the room. She grabbed a bottle of lube out of the drawer, poured some in her hand, and began stroking her cock, dripping with lube as she walked closer behind me.

"I bet you're gonna enjoy this a little. But don't you dare fucking cum until you beg me."

As she said it, she wiped what was left of the lube in her hand across my asshole, bent down and pushed the tip of her cock into my ass. I tried to relax and just take it. I wasn't new to anal play by any means, but this still hurt a little. She was clearly in a mood to get some aggression out. As soon as it was a little more than halfway inside me, she started thrusting in and out. My moans were muffled by her panties stuffed in my mouth, and my shoulders started collapsing to the floor.

In and out. She was fucking me hard. My limp dick just swung back and forth in its cage.

"You fucking love my cock don't you," she said.

"How long has it been since you've cum? I can't even remember anymore. Maybe I'll never let you cum again. Yeah, I think I'd like that."

I closed my eyes, finally starting to relax a bit, as my pre-cum started to stream out of my trapped dick. Then she slapped me hard on my ass. "Umpph," I garbled.

"What a little bitch you are," she said as she let out a small laugh.

I was finally starting to feel the pressure build up inside me. She was about to milk the cum out of me. I tried to tell her that I was close and ask permission, but all I could make out was a few light "uhhh's."

"What's that? Do you want to cum?" she said.

"I said you had to beg me. Fucking beg me for it. Beg me to let you cum, you little slut."

Again, my gagged mouth could only make out a few moans. I was so close to cumming I braced my hands on the floor. Summer could obviously tell I was close, as I was now moving my ass back up onto her cock, fucking myself with it. I was about to cum for the first time in weeks.

"Awww, you're so close to cumming. That's adorable."

As she said "adorable" she quickly pulled her cock out of my ass, leaving me gaping, and desperate for the milking that I was so close to.

"Not tonight bitch," she said with delight. "Chastity sluts don't get to cum. Put my panties on and go clean the bathroom."

She loosened the straps on the harness and her cock fell to the floor with a plop.

"Take that with you," she said.

I picked myself up off the floor, spit her panties out of my mouth and pulled them up over my caged and dripping cock. I grabbed her strap-on and walked to the bathroom as best I could. My legs were weak after the fucking she just gave me.

As I walked away she said, "D said you could come with me next weekend."

I quietly cleaned the bathroom as I thought about what might happen to me if I joined Summer at D's. I couldn't help but be excited, but I was also a little scared given what she just did to me. She's fucked me with her strap-on before, but never like that.

As I came out of the bathroom to go to bed, she was asleep. I laid down next to her and tried to go to sleep, her soaked panties still covering my caged dick.

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The next week was fairly nondescript, except for the 24hrs she forced me to wear a butt plug. She had asked me to take out the trash when I was in the middle of working. Unwisely, I responded with attitude.

Sleeping with a plug in is an odd experience. I was already having a lot of sexual dreams having been locked up for so long, but the plug made it 10x worse, forcing me to constantly wake up from them. The plug was a subtle punishment, but one that made it's point.

As Saturday approached, I couldn't stand the anticipation of joining Summer at D's. I would finally get a glimpse into this new world of hers. We got a babysitter for the kids from 4 until 10pm that night. That afternoon, she instructed me to wear something easily removed, but presentable for my first visit.

The babysitter arrived at 4:14. Those extra 14 minutes felt like an eternity. We quickly gave her instructions for the night and then jumped in the car. Summer drove us a good ways outside of town. It wasn't too far away from our neighborhood, just north of us, but in the country. Fields, horses, barns and older farmhouses dotted the landscape.

After about 20 minutes she slowed down and turned left down a dirt road. We approached a metal gate that had a black iron "D" attached to it. Summer pulled up to a short stone pillar which had a security camera and intercom on it. She pushed the call button. With a crackle it connected.

Summer said only, "12," and then I heard a "beep" as the gate started to open.

We continued down the drive and approached an old stone farmhouse, with a large 2 story barn behind it. A small parking area separated the two structures, and I counted 9 cars parked. We got out and walked towards the door to the barn. It was eerily quiet out, but I knew the barn held secrets. Summer walked up to the large wooden door, and touched a small keypad that lit up as she did. After about a min, the door opened and we stepped inside.

"Hello twelve," said the woman as she closed the door behind us.

"Hello D," said my wife.

The woman was about 5' 6", but wearing thigh-high vinyl boots that laced up the back. She was very fit, and looked strong. In addition to the boots she wore a skin tight patent leather bodysuit with a thong back, showing off her muscular and nicely curved ass. She had vinyl gloves that went above her elbows, and she wore a small black mask that covered her eyes.

The room we entered had the feel of a waiting room, with two sofas facing each other as a small seating area. A small wooden coffee table was in between them. There was also a desk and computer off to the corner, but otherwise it was very minimal. There was a door on each of the 4 walls. The door we entered through, a door directly across from it painted red with a big black "R" on it, and then two doors on each of the other walls. The one on the right had an "S" on it. The other had a "D".

What caught my attention most was the floor. It was the same unmistakeable wooden flooring from the picture Summer had sent me 2 weeks ago.

D looked at Summer and said, "I'm glad you brought your slave to me tonight. Now go get ready."

Summer gave me a quick glance and a half smile, then walked towards the door with the "S" on it, opened it, and walked in, closing it behind her.

D turned towards me and said, "Come with me."

She led me through the door marked "D." It was a small room with a few wooden cabinets, and a simple black wooden chair.

"Take off your clothes," D said.

As I started to undress, D said, "This being your first time with us, you are only a guest. You will do as you're told, by anyone here. You will not speak. You will not make a sound. If you don't follow those rules, you will not be allowed back. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said.

D immediately slapped me across the face with such force that I nearly fell over. I reached up to touch my stinging cheek.

"That's your first warning," she said. "I told you you are not to speak. Even if spoken to. You will nod your head for yes and no. Do you understand now?"

I nodded as instructed, and then bent down to pull my pants and underwear off my legs, exposing my locked dick to her. I could see her look down and smile a little.

"You are here as a slave of number 12. She is our slave. While she is to serve us and our little group here, you are to serve her. If we decide that you might be a good fit for our group, we will have to run some checks on you. For tonight you are only allowed to watch, unless 12 says otherwise."

She opened a cabinet and grabbed leather wrist cuffs.

"Give me your hands," she ordered.

She quickly locked the cuffs on my wrists, then placed a leather collar tightly around my neck.

"We are a small group here, but we are also active in the community. It would be unwise for you to speak of what happens here. To ensure that you don't, I'm going to take some pictures of you like this."

She reached into another cabinet and grabbed a camera, instructing me to stand in the corner.

"Look at me," she said as she fired off several pictures. "Should you mention us, or any of our slaves, we will release these and out you for the pathetic chastity bitch you are. Now follow me."

D turned to open a door as I followed.

I walked closely behind D down a hallway. Halfway down, she opened a door on her right and walked through. As I turned the corner I saw the dungeon. The walls were covered with ropes, chains, whips, and every conceivable BDSM implement. In the middle was a large open area, and positioned around it were several larger pieces of equipment. Several versions of stocks to restrain people, forced orgasm towers, benches, and two crosses at one end of the room.

D led me to the far end of the room from the crosses, where there were 3 steel dog cages, about 2-3 feet high. One had a woman in it on her hands and knees facing me. She was also naked with the same collar and cuffs on as I did.

D opened the door to one of the cages and said, "In."

I got down on my hands and knees and crawled in backwards. The other slave and I were separated by one empty cage, but I could feel her watching me as I crawled into my cage. D closed the door and slid the lock closed.

As she walked out of the room, she said casually, "Enjoy the show."