From Married To Dominated Ch 02

A continuation of From Married to Dominated, the evolution of my marriage...

I received my first punishment from my wife, Mary, Saturday. She had stripped her black leather belt off and proceeded to apply twenty strokes to my bare ass as I was bent over the kitchen table. It hurt physically, it was an embarrassing moment, and it was also the most fulfilling act that I had ever experienced with my wife.

Mary was always a take charge kind of woman, especially when it came to her career. She knew how to manage situations and was not skittish about giving directions to others. This Sunday morning we went out for breakfast, a sort of habit we had on weekends. At the restaurant, I noticed that Mary's blouse was uncustomarily more open than usual, she had left an extra button undone. I was thrilled at the sight, especially when she noticed I was looking at her. Once we returned home from the restaurant Mary asked me to come into the living room with her. I followed her there and sat on the couch with her as she began to address me.

"First things first Greg, if you're serious about your desires, then you should be off the couch and kneeling on the floor while we talk, don't you think?"

Meekly, saying nothing, I slid off the couch and kneeled on the carpet, just off to the side of her. Hearing those words was odd and it was even odder for me to have simply done it, but I was kneeling on the floor in front of my wife, my Mistress - at least I hoped!

"Before I put a lot of time & effort into this, I want to know if this is truly what you want Greg? Have you really thought about this? Do you understand what will happen, where this is going to end up?"

"Mary, allow me to explain a little. Yes, I do fully understand and I'm sorry for not talking to you about this before, I should have I know. But, I really do want you to be my Mistress, I truly want you to be the best cared for wife there can be. I want you to be happy & satisfied. I am completely prepared for everything that this entails, even if it's things that I haven't even thought of yet."

"Can I ask if you think that being my Mistress will make you happy?"

I could see her thinking, I hoped not hesitating, but thinking of how she was going to respond. I was not disappointed. Mary adjusted her seat on the couch, crossed her legs, and looked down at my kneeling form.

"Greg, I learned a lot about you yesterday and I would have to say that it certainly fits with your personality. Nevertheless, I also learned a little about myself as well. I would have to say that what I learned is something that I am eager to explore, so, yes, I am happy about this, probably happier than you would have imagined actually. I am going to beat your ass again today, I hope you know that. In fact, why don't you take your clothes off now."

At first I was shocked to hear her say that, but I was also pleased that this was going as it was. That was my Mary, taking charge of the situation. I knew she wasn't asking me to take off my clothes, so I quickly got to stripping them off. At least I was pleased until I heard what she said next.

"You will address me as Mistress from now on when we are in private, not Mary, and you will say Yes, Ma'am and No, Ma'am at all times, even when we are in public. Do you agree?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Just a yes."

"Yes, Mistress, yes Ma'am."

"That's better. You should understand that once I set the rules for you, you will obey them. This may be more than you expected Greg."

"No, Mistress, I understand, really, I do."

She then told me that my first assignment, from her as my Mistress, was going to be simple. I was to go into the bathroom and remove all of my pubic hair. She told me to come find her when I was done. So, I got up and went into the bathroom, noticing that she was smiling broadly as I walked out of the living room. When I finished, first trimming and then shaving, all of my pubic hair, I wrapped myself in a towel and went looking for Mary. I found her in the kitchen, at the table, looking through the various photos she had printed yesterday. She instructed me to drop the towel, which I did immediately. She kept leafing through the photos, leaving me standing. After a bit she looked up and reached out with her hand to inspect my work. Her touch wasn't fondling as much as it was matter of fact, lifting my penis, pulling my balls to one side then the other. She commanded that I turn around and bend over, to present my backside to her. She then rubbed my ass cheeks, pulled them apart slightly as well. I heard her shuffling some paper behind me.

"There's too much hair on your ass Greg," she stated in a stoic, matter-of-fact tone. When I say pubic hair, I mean the hair around your asshole as well. You will get some hair remover and take care of that later today."

I hadn't noticed it when I first came into the kitchen, but her belt, the black leather one with a silver buckle, was draped over the back of the chair next to her. She reached over to take hold of it. "This must do until we get some proper equipment."

"Position, just like yesterday," she said in that tone, "you should get familiar with that command Greg." Not wanting to fuss or argue, I stepped up to the table and bent over. She continued, "I should have whipped you harder yesterday, I should still be able to see traces on your ass today."

Rising from her chair, she walked around behind me purposefully. "Spread your legs Greg," she commanded as she pushed her foot toward each of my ankles, nudging my legs apart.

I felt her breath on me as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear. Reaching her hand underneath me to grip my cock she seductively whispered, "I'm going to give you a treat today Sweetie, since you're so good with a razor." Stroking my semierect cock she continued, "I am going to let you shave me too, after we're done here in the kitchen." She leaned forward a bit farther, pressing her covered breasts into my bare back, and clutched a piece of paper in her hand, moving it up in front of my face. I saw that she had prepared a list, quite a long one. Stepping back, she told me to read the list. I barely got the first item out of my mouth when I felt the first swat of her belt and it stung. As I read each item; collar, leash, pink panties, ball gag, cock cage...., she brought her belt to bear. "That's your shopping list Greg. You should work on picking up all of those items in the next couple of weeks." After she stopped whipping my ass, she told me to follow her to the bathroom. As I walked behind her, down the hall, I watched her hips sway, so sexy.

When we entered the bathroom, she began to undress, taking off her heels, slacks, and panties. As she unbuttoned her blouse she looked at me, smiling, she told me that I looked much better with a red ass. I turned to look in the mirror and for the first time I saw myself as the whipped submissive husband of my beautiful wife.

She sat down on the toilet seat, lifting her right foot up to the edge of the tub, spreading her legs and exposing her crotch. "Here, Greg, shave me clean, and be careful." She sat back, her bra still on, blouse open, falling off to her sides, her cunt was flushed, lips slightly parted. She looked simply awesome. Her pubic hair was always trimmed, so I just needed to shave her. As I applied some shaving lotion and began to stroke the razor over her skin she taunted me. "Cuckold, I am beginning to like that idea quite a lot. You realize that I will be sleeping with other men, letting them fuck me. It's going to be a lot more that just photos."

"Yes, I realize that Mistress."

As I finished shaving her and wiping away the excess lotion she told me to take a good look at her pussy. She reached her hands down into her crotch, feeling it's smoothness and then spreading her labia widely, exposing her inner sanctum. "Kiss it, cuck, kiss my pussy." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her spread labia. I must have lingered to long as she pushed my head back. "That is enough. Stroke your cock for me Greg. Make yourself cum."

Kneeling on the bathroom floor, in front of my wife, my Mistress, I masturbated, stroking my cock as I looked upon her freshly shaven cunt. With my throbbing ass cheeks, my newly discovered status as cuckold, and the vision of my wife before me, I came quickly, shooting my load over the toilet and out on the floor. Mary smiled as I came, then abruptly stood and walked out of the bathroom.

Turning back, "You know to clean that up. I also want you to schedule a week off work," she instructed. "Tell me when you find out the dates you can take off. We have some things to do."

My week off work is coming the first of November. I can only imagine.