Putting Him In His Place Ch 08

Putting him in his place Ch. 08

I'm guessing it's around nine in the morning. I'm kneeling on the floor of our bedroom in my "naked" uniform. My stunning wife stands over me authoritatively, donning the most provocative attire I have ever seen her wear. In contrast, I have been decked out in skimpy lingerie to submissively perform a full morning of chores. Throughout my ordeal, I have been hyper aroused due to the torment of my vibrating buttplug. Helplessly kept on edge, without any hope of an orgasm. That is, unless my wife unlocks my chastity cage and allows me to cum.

I stare up at my beautiful platinum blonde Goddess. She raises her eyebrow inquisitively, as she waits for my answer. She's offering me the choice to either have the identity of the man who fucked me yesterday revealed, or allow her to keep his identity a secret. I would have to consider the information to be irrelevant In order to have complete faith in her judgment.

I'm just at a loss for words, my mouth hangs open as I take in the sight of this dominating vixen. The red leather straps zig-zagging across her tight body lend an intimidation factor to her irresistible sex appeal. Her succulent titties proudly displayed, nipples decorated with sequined pasties. Her breasts are bare to entice while her nipples remain hidden to tease and torment. The thigh high combat boots she wears leave no question as to who's in charge. Her body radiates with sexual energy, torturing my imprisoned cock.

"Puppet! What is your choice?" My Goddess demands, glaring at me with growing impatience.

I don't want to have to choose anything, I would much rather crawl forward and plant my face between her legs. I want to forget about the torment of the question and lose myself in worshipping her tasty pussy. Her sweet cunny looks so sexy and inviting, framed by the leather straps but otherwise exposed, neatly trimmed and lightly glazed with her arousal. I want her to be pleased with me, I wish she would free my cock and let me cum.

"What is your answer, my slutty little plaything?" She growls, becoming increasingly annoyed with my delay.

I weighed my options thoroughly, and have been over it a hundred times while I remained kneeling where she ordered me to stay. I would like to be strong enough to not care who it was that fucked me. I wish I had the confidence to consider his identity irrelevant, then tell her so. Unfortunately, I have decided that I cannot bear the thought of not knowing who this person is. It would break my brain just to walk past random men on a daily basis. I would inevitably wonder if they're looking back at me, with the secret knowledge that they got to use my body for their sexual pleasure in the bed I share with my wife. I would be choosing to remain oblivious to this person's identity? I just can't stomach it.

"I, I'm sorry, my Goddess. The last thing I would ever want to do is disappoint you, but I don't think I can handle feeling like some strangers 'inside joke'. Please tell me who was involved in my abuse." I answer, hardly able to meet her gaze. It's a difficult choice, but truthful nonetheless.

Loma rolls her eyes and shakes her head at me. Displaying the type of annoyance one shows at another persons predictability. She sighs, and looks down into my upturned face.

"That's ok my pet, I was all but certain you would side with your silly male ego, but it's nevertheless disappointing." She responds condescendingly, before continuing.

"I will share the identity of your secret lover with you. Obviously you can't wait to ask him for a repeat performance am I right?" She taunts with a grin.

I stare back at her stunned, but remain silent. Secret lover? What a cruel thing to say, especially implying that I would ask this guy to fuck me again. Her demeanor is unsettling, how can she always be so damn calm while she lords her intoxicating power over me? Loma takes a step closer, allowing me a more intimate view of her tasty sex. Bending down to my ear, she shares my next instruction.

"Puppet, I would like for you to retrieve a pair of bags that I left in my bathroom. You will find them by the closet door. Do not look inside them, just bring them to me and return to your knees. Quickly now, hop to it my slutty little bunny!"

Shaking off her jab, I obey instantly. Awkwardly making my way back up to my heals and scampering into the bathroom. I receive a slap on my ass when I move past her. The sting of her blow makes me feel cheap as I totter on with my task. As if I didn't feel cheap enough already, walking in heels, lingerie, and a vibrator anally violating me. I quiver submissively, thinking on what kind of behavior and attention my image might encourage.

As she said; there were two small, carry on style bags on the floor, one black and the other pink. I retrieve and deliver them to her, wondering what the big mystery is with these cases. She orders me back to my knees, where I nervously wait for her subsequent commands. She leaves the bags at her feet where I was directed to place them. Casually closing the distance between us, she steps behind me. Squatting down, she takes hold of my left wrist cuff, securing it to my left ankle, then doing the same on my right side. I'm hobbled with my arms locked behind me, but apart from one another. Contemplating the purpose in her chosen bondage puts real fear in me, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't equally as turned on.

"I thought you might understand that you are my property baby. I own you in the same way I own my car or my clothes. If I wanted to let a friend borrow one of my toys, I wouldn't ask the toy for permission would I?" Loma breathes into my ear as she finishes with my cuffs.

"If I'm being honest baby, I was really hoping we had the kind of trust in our relationship that would have made your choice easy". She continues, as she makes her way over to retrieve the pink case. She holds the bag up for me to see, and continues to explain.

"This is the path you chose Stephen, that's what I want you to think about when you endure all the exciting training I have planned for you". She explains, definitely driving home the concept of choice.

Loma walks to me, the pink bag in hand, I look up at her and gulp deeply. Oh my effin gawd she's so sexy, her gorgeous naked pussy makes my mouth water. She squats down, sets this bag between my spread knees, and opens it. Rifling through the bag for a moment, she looks me in the eye with a smile and pulls a pink collar from the bag.

My Goddess raises the feminine collar for me to view, and explains. "This is your collar baby. It's a symbol of my ownership of you, and your position in this relationship. Since I love you so much, my dear husband, I will help you adopt my perspective and guide you on the path to being your best self. What do you say to that puppet?"

I swallow hard and respond "th...thank you...Goddess." She has me lean my head forward so she can add this latest indignity to my embarrassing attire. She tightens the collar around my neck while I think about the choice I made, I really wish I could take my answer back now. Why couldn't I just have trusted her?

"Let's take a look at the other items in the bag shall we? From the bag you chose, my pet." She states matter of factly, continuing to rub it in that this is all my doing.

"I think we should pretty up your eyes to match your garter's and panties sugar bear, that will really set off your look. That, and touching up your slutty lipstick. Oh yeah, glossy lips will really turn me on". She says, giggling.

She takes a makeup kit from the pink case and pulls a chair in front of me. oh my gawd, I can't take it, she just keeps pushing me deeper. I obey and remain docile as she takes hold of my chin. I am forced to look up at her from my knees with my arms bound behind me. She applies a heavy amount of eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, and reapplies my lipstick. She has me remain on my knees for a further fifteen minutes while she fusses over getting "my look" perfect.

With all this trashy makeup my wife has applied to my face, I am now doubly intimidated by the mirror, and don't dare look up.

"I know that you are anxious to learn who your hot bondage sex partner is, baby. We'll get to that soon enough, but I could really use a good fuck right now. Since I can't depend on my husband for a good hard lay, for obvious reasons". She explains, gesturing toward my caged manhood.

"Not to worry though, we'll be joined soon by some superior cocks for us both to play with. Won't that be fun, slut?"

What the fuck? Did she really ask a man over? I'm not playing with someone's dick, and she better not be either. Her words lacerate my ego, grinding me into the ground. I can give her a good fuck, I have always given her awesome sex.... Or have I? Is she truthfully implying that there is something lacking in our lovemaking. I don't need any more insecurities to go along with the absurdly slutty way I am dressed and made up.

"I...I don't know, umm Goddess." I croak, on the verge of a panic attack.

"Ahh right... I forgot, you don't trust me. She smirks devilishly.

Just before my anxiety reached its bursting point, my gorgeous wife produced a gag from the same case. A small pink leather belt with two dildos, one on each opposing side of the leather strip. The realistic rubber cocks appear to be of equal girth but one is about a third the length of the other.

She intends for this toy to be the"superior cocks" we're to play with. The realization provides a slight comfort; causing me to sigh in relief, I bit louder than I would've preferred.

"I'm so happy that you're excited to play with my cock." She says, teasing me to shame.

"I'm going to fuck your throat with this big dick now baby. Mainly because it amuses me to abuse you, but also show you your proper place." She lectures, smiling into my upturned face. She absorbs the horror expressed in my eyes; fueling her excitement.

"Now puppet, what do we say when presented with a cock?" My Goddess inquires, holding up the penis shaped object she intends for me to invite into my mouth. Fuck, I can't stand having to say this for her.

Knowing what she intends to do to me, I groan softly before conceding to her demands in reciting the debasing phrase. "Sissies, say ahhh for cock...ahhh...gulk!"

Loma shoves the larger of the two cocks into my mouth gagging me violently as the head hits the entrance of my throat. She pulls the toy back and pushes forward a bit, fucking my mouth, and trying to force it deeper. I remain on my knees, bound and helpless. I feel one of her boots adjust itself beneath my nuts, the other just behind me, sandwiching my torso in her powerful thighs. She uses the leverage of this intimate position to control me completely. I stare up at her with panic in my makeup decorated eyes, while she calmly smirks back, clearly amused with my predicament. She tames my struggles with a hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair and wrenching my head back.

"Reach forward with your tongue slut, let my dick in!"Loma grunts, thrusting the dildo into my mouth. She holds my head back at her desired angle and begins pushing the phallus with more of a steady pressure. I struggle to breathe,and realize that she's not going to stop until this dick bottoms out in my gullet. I try to relax my throat and stretch my tongue along the bottom of the shaft, like she advised me. This unfortunately does the trick,the dildo suddenly slides deeper until my lips touch the leather belt at the base of the dildo. The cock stretches my throat, and cuts off my breath completely. The feeling of having my throat penetrated and stretched is foreign and terrifying.

My eyes bug out and I retch forcefully with this rubber dick jammed in my throat. My abdomen involuntarily contracts, and the buttplug comes flying out of my ass. I should feel relief to get that object out of my body, instead I'm concerned about my unavoidable punishment over the expelled toy. I feel my face flush with shame and panic, Loma holds the dildo deep in my face with a chuckle. My whole world seems to exist in this moment, all I can think of is aborting this appendage from my airway. She prolongs my suffocation for her amusement, admiring the dread in my eyes, as she holds her cock in position.

I begin to see stars, and feel my consciousness fading. Suddenly, she yanks the dildo from my mouth; I cough and gasp, all composure lost. Struggling to catch my breath, I watch her turn the gag around, showing me the shorter of the dicks.

"I'm so proud of you puppet, you took my dick like a seasoned whore". Loma expresses, proudly.

"But he's got a jealous little friend." She teases me, holding up the smaller dildo on the flip side of the gag, and pointing it at my face.

I interpret her action to be a wordless command, and repeat my humiliating phrase. When I widen my mouth to vocalize the "ahhh" portion, she predictably shoves the short fat cock in my mouth.

"Ah baby, you look so sexy, pleading with those pretty eyes, especially with your mouth stuffed full of cock". My Goddess mocks, as she secures the belt of my gag.

I stare back at her submissively, with this big faux penis jutting forward from my mouth. The dildo is impossible to ignore, bobbing obscenely with my every movement. I am grateful that she locked the more manageable of the two cocks inside my mouth. At least with this one I can still breathe, though mostly through my nose.

I glance at the mirror, taking stock of the appalling image staring back at me. My heavily made up eyes have streaked down my face from the tears produced by my gagging. The addition of the pink collar to my lingerie, and bondage identifies me clearly as a sissy. The rope of drool dangling off the dildo protruding from my mouth, is as embarrassing as the string of precum dribbling of my cage. My soul is crushed by the sight of myself. Appearing to enjoy being a ravaged slut, made evident by my leaky cock.

Loma walks around behind me while I try to get used to this particular gag. Moving my tongue and jaw around, trying to find a comfortable position with this thick, imposing, veiny dick in my mouth. She retrieves my expelled buttplug from the floor, giggling playfully.

"Look what I have here puppet!" Loma exclaims, holding the plug in front of my eyes. "It would appear you have already grown used to your plug and require an upgrade". She informs me cheerily. She turns the plug off and tosses it aside.

"I want your chin on the floor with your ass in the air slut, And you better not allow my cock to touch the ground." She demands. She retrieves an inflatable buttplug from the pink bag and helps to guide me into this position. I look forward at the dildo bobbing in front of me like a diving board, struggling in fear to keep it from touching the floor.

I flinch at her sudden touch, as she wraps her hand around my balls and gives them a firm squeeze. Standing over me, she pulls my testicles slowly skyward with the casual order. "Up bitch!"

Words cannot describe how vulnerable it feels to be in this position. Ass in the air with my hands secured to my ankles, facing forward with my chin on the ground. Loma uses my sensitive balls like a handle, keeping me in place while she works this new phallus up my ass. She strokes the toy in and out of me, and coos about how it turns her on. I endure her treatment obediently, thoroughly ashamed by my surrender.

She tires of this game and pushes the plug in the rest of the way. Deeply seated within me, the bulb of the plug receives a few squeezes. My pathetic whimper acts as my only protest to the building pressure in my rectum. I tremble in discomfort, and exhale heartily when she relinquishes my poor balls.

"There we go, this little friend of yours should be able to stay in place, and be allot more fun!" Loma exclaims excitedly, delivering an additional squeeze to the bulb before leaving it to dangle.

I groan in anguish as the plug expands, stretching my ass. It's disconcerting for her to wield this much power, she needs only to squeeze the pump to inflict real pain, and compliance. My gorgeous wife heads to the bathroom and returns with her makeup chair, rolling it directly in front of me. I then watch as she struts over and retrieves the black bag before returning to where I am kneeling.

"Now, I bet you have been curious about what's inside this bag, haven't you puppet?" Loma asks, taking a seat and placing the black bag in her naked lap. She unzips the case, and turns it over, dumping the contents on the floor in front of me.

I immediately take stock of these newly exposed items. The most obvious of which would be the assortment of cuffs, a whip, a ballgag, and a collar. Each article was crafted from the same dark red leather as my wife's sexy harness. I stare down at the materials inquisitively, trying to ignore the string of my drool swinging pendulously from the tip of my mouth dildo. There's an envelope lying under the pile of bondage components, along with a set of scissors. Maybe there's information about my abuser in the envelope.

My wife allows me a moment to assess the items before addressing me.

"These are the items that you declined to choose, my love. I do appreciate your honesty, because that is what I asked for but...well, this is the bed you've made as they say." Loma asserted with a half chuckle.

I can tell she's disappointed, but should I really care? I mean, look at me! She's got me all trussed up like some skanky tramp, bound penetrated, and gagged. I even look like I have a big dick growing out of my face. So yeah, I'm not incredibly thrilled myself.

Loma picks up the envelope, holding it where I can see it, and opens it. Inside is a letter, she takes a moment to unfold and smooth out the paper before looking up at me.

"I really hoped it could have been you opening and reading this letter sugarbear. You will agree with that sentiment in a minute." Loma shares, looking me in the eyes while she spoke. Looking down at the sheet in front of her, she clears her throat and begins to read.

"My Dearest Husband,

In choosing this case you have demonstrated the mastery of your ego, and exhibited genuine trust in me. You truly are a real man, and I'm very proud of you. It warms my heart that you would put my wants ahead of your needs, I love you so much for that.

I must also humbly admit that I was wrong about you. I am truly sorry for misjudging and attempting to correct you through my needless training. To show you my level of sincerity in this apology, I would like for you to use the key in this envelope to unlock your incredible cock, and use the scissors to cut the zip-ties off your heels. Additionally, I would like to invite you to use the bondage equipment in this bag to bind me, punish me, and fuck me in any fashion that would please you.

With love,

your sex kitten Loma"

Holy shit! The contents of the black case are damning! Now I see why she continuously reiterated the concept of this being my choice. The way this all played out, maybe I deserve to be owned, corrected, and trained. This latest demonstration is convincing me that I belong on my knees before her, my superior.

Loma digs into the envelope, fishing out the key to my cocks prison. She holds it up for me to examine, and takes the opportunity to issue more emotional jabs.

"You're little dicky almost got to taste freedom, baby, and some pussy. No matter though, the pleasure experienced will have to be one sided again. Well, sort of one sided, I think you secretly enjoy being my little slut". Loma teases, with that electrifying look in her eye.

I'm absolutely crushed, there's no question that I put myself here. I watch as she leans forward and curls her fingers around the dildo protruding from my face. Loma Looks me in the eye and smiles seductively as she slowly strokes the cock, spreading my saliva around the shaft.