My friend Lisa has confided in me for years how her husband, Don, often likes to be dominated and humiliated during sex. But recently, Don's been begging her to bring one of her girlfriends home to watch while she puts him through his paces. For his 40th birthday, Lisa decided to grant his wish and asked if I'd like to help them celebrate. Of course I jumped at the chance and there I was, the very next Saturday night ringing their doorbell, my imagination running wild at what I might see inside.
Lisa answered the door not dressed as a dominatrix with a whip as I imagined, but just as housewife. Barefoot and with her hair in a ponytail, she wore just a T-shirt with no bra underneath that showed the curves of her large, natural breasts and a pair of short cotton shorts that showed off her tanned, muscular thighs.
Stepping inside, Lisa told me that Don wanted to greet her but he was a tied up at the moment, so we'd have to go to him. She led me upstairs to their master bedroom where Don was completely naked with his hands tied above his head to an eyebolt in the ceiling. Shocked, I let out a gasp and then started laughing. I'd never seen anything like this. He was wearing a hood to cover his face but was also blindfolded and had a ball gag in his mouth to boot. There was a dog collar around his neck and a stainless steel cock cage confining his manhood.
"Oh my god, Lisa, you weren't kidding, this is amazing," I laughed as I drank in the sight of Don hanging there helpless. I'd seen Don with his shirt off before, but nothing like this. For the first time I could see he had a decent body, he was slim and slightly muscular with not too much body hair. The only thing I couldn't tell was how well he was hung. Lisa had told me before that he was just over 6 inches and reasonablely thick, but of course I'd need to judge for myself.
"Well Don, don't be rude. Angie's here to celebrate your birthday and you haven't even said hello," Lisa teased. "I can't even tell if you're happy to see her. Are you?"
Don grunted through his gag and bobbed his head up and down.
"I think you can greet her better than that," she said as she produced a key and removed his cock cage. His cock immediately started to swell.
"Are you happy to see Angie? Are you? Show us how happy you are."
Don obediently (and enthusiastically) started "air fucking" by thrusting his hips forward and back causing his cock to bounce wildly up and down while becoming fully erect. Apparently in their world, a cock bouncing up and down means "yes" and side to side "no."
Lisa grabbed his hardon in mid bounce and gave it squeeze. "Now that's more like it. I think it's safe to say he's happy to see you."
I had to admit, Don had a decent package. He was circumcised, which I like, and his shaft had a nice upward curve that wasn't too veiny. His balls were just average and rode high their tight little sac. Except for his neatly trimmed pubic hair, his equipment and ass cheeks were smooth and hairless.
Slapping cock playfully Lisa untied Don, removed his gag and blindfold (still leaving his hood and collar on) and told him to crawl downstairs on all fours where he could wait on us.
For the next hour, Don, still naked and hard most of the time, served Lisa and I cocktails and snacks while we sat on the living room sofa and chatted, pretending to ignore him but savoring every moment of his naked servitude. Never allowed to stand in our presence, he shuttled back and forth from the kitchen either on all fours or kneeling depending on the task at hand. After we'd been served several times, Lisa told Don to bring out his dog dish and a bottle of water. She positioned the dish a few feet directly in front of us and filled it about an inch. She then told Don to "Beg" for his treats. He kneeled in front of us, his cock conspicuously pointing in our direction and his hands raised like the paws of a begging dog. He'd bark when we told him to "speak" and we took turns tossing crackers and cheese cubes at his open mouth. The ones he didn't catch (which were most of them) fell to the floor and he scurried around on all fours to pick them up with his mouth. When he was finished, he lapped up the water in his bowl just like a puppy.
"Now I think it's time for your birthday spanking. Go get your toys and get in position," Lisa commanded. In what appeared to be a very familiar and practiced move, Don scurried off on all fours to the downstairs bedroom and quickly returned with a leather paddle and a riding crop in his teeth. He laid them at Lisa's feet and immediately assumed what I learned was the "downward dog" position, where he spread his legs wide and then bent over with his butt in the air and head down supported by his spread hands on the floor.
Lisa invited me to join her as she demonstrated spanking Don's bare ass with the leather paddle. We took turns turning his ass bright red, alternating swats on one cheek then the other, with Don grunting through his clenched teeth with each impact. After about 50 swats, Lisa ordered Don to "stand at attention" and face us. Amazingly, his cock was as hard as ever. In fact, Lisa has often told me a good bare bottom spanking can make Don hard almost every time. She took the riding crop and demonstrated how she liked to swat his hard cock while he stood tall in front of her, hand behinds behind his back and his hardon jutting out at her. She mercilessly swatted his shaft and the tip of his cock with short, fast, back and forth stokes that clearly stung, but Don being the trooper he was proudly stood there and took it.
"Good boy," Lisa praised. "Are you ready for your birthday present?" Don bobbed his cock up and down vigorously as he'd done before to say "yes!"
"Oh wait, I almost forgot. We haven't sung happy birthday," she teased. Lay on your back, put your butt up in the air and raise your legs so your feet are by your head. And close your eyes."
Without hesitation or any sign of embarrassment, Don assumed another humiliating pose right before my eyes.
Lisa went to the kitchen and returned with a long, tapered candle about ¾'s of an inch thick, a lighter and a tube of lube. She expertly greased the end of the candle, inserted it about 3 inches into Don's anus and lit it. With the lit candle sticking out of Don's asshole, she then led a chorus of "Happy birthday" and closed by inviting me to blow out the candle which I happily did.
After pulling out the candle, Lisa told Don to bring out his "birthday toy." Like before, he crawled off to the downstairs bedroom but this time returned with a large, lifelike strapon dildo and harness in his teeth. Don kneeled before Lisa and waited attentively as she took the dildo from him, stepped into the loops and pulled it up over her shorts till it fit snugly around her waist, the base of the fake cock perfectly protruding from her pubic bone. Watching the two of them, it was clear this wasn't their first rodeo.
