Before you read this story please note that there are others that preceded it, You may want to read those as I cannot guarantee that this story will make sense. Also if you are not into cuckolding, chastity or bondage please leave -- you will hate this series. I like the feedback so bring it on good and bad. I hope you enjoy -- Also , the contract in the story was formed after reading many online contracts.
sunjimmy
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As I walked downstairs I became nervous, the closer I got to the kitchen the more nervous I became. I was freshly clean shaven, both on the face and in the groin, wearing only a pair of light blue high cut panties, ready to have a discussion about a female-led-marriage lifestyle my wife and I were about to formalize.
Our Mexican Paver tile floor was colder than normal and my chest was beating, I was more than nervous, I was scared. I had this sense that my initial plan of getting Lori to agree to switch roles in the future was nothing but a pipe dream. Over the last 6 weeks or so I watched her dominance and confidence grow. I watched her demeanor change, she was authoritative but not pushy, this seemed to come so natural to her. As she she become more dominate so also became more confident and as her confidence grew so did the level of dominance, I know, a weird twisted circle but one that I had witnessed. I also knew deep down that I liked this change and wanted her to grow, to be happy. With each cycle I also felt myself becoming more and more submissive.
I stopped at the entrance of the kitchen just out of sight to rearrange my package in the flimsy panties, for some reason I wanted to be presentable, to make Lori happy. I took a deep breath turned the corner and walked into the kitchen. Lori looked up from her new bible; "The Book", stood up and gave me a breathtaking smile and walked up to hug me. We hugged and kissed deeply for about 5 minutes and I could feel my penis hardening and my desire grow.
As my penis stiffened Lori giggled and put her hand down my panties and started to softly feel around my now hairless crotch and penis. She remarked, "Oh, how nice and smooth, take those off and let me have a closer look." She stepped back and I slowly removed my panties and slowly stood back up to let her see the results. She looked at me and smiled and started groping me. "I just love the look, it makes you look so much bigger, wow!" She proceeded to stoke me and then suddenly stopped and said, "Wait right there, close your eyes and don't move a muscle, I will be right back." I did as I was told and in what seemed like 1 hour to me but was probably less than 2 minutes I felt her presence behind me. She slipped something soft and silky around my eyes and wrapped my head with it and tied it off. My sight was totally removed.
The next thing I felt was her hand on my crotch spreading a lavender scented oil or lotion all over. She rubbed and stroked until I was humping and bucking the air begging to cum. She would speed up and then slow down, never giving me enough friction or time to cum. After 5 or so minutes of this I was reduced to a blubbering idiot, begging her to let me cum, telling her I would do anything. She laughed and reiterated the same line from the other night.,"That book is right, once you control the male orgasm you control the male." She continued, "So you want to cum and you will do anything, right." I nodded and agreed profusely, swearing that I would do anything, and to please finish me me off, heck if I remember right, I believe that I even said that I wanted to eat my cum. "My, My, My" she said, "we will see about that in an hour or so. Jimmy you and I are about to have a very long discussion. Please sit down and we can begin."
She led me to one of our antique oak kitchen table chairs, pulled it out so it was facing at a 30 degree angle to the table and helped me to sit down. She ordered me to spread my legs and let my feet touch the chair legs and to put my hands by my side. She proceeded to fasten my ankles to the bottom of the chair legs, looped a rope around my left knee, ran it under the chair and then around my right knee spreading them wide before she tied it tight. She then took another rope and tightly tied my waist to the bottom and the back of the chair and finished by tying my wrists to the chair back supports. Finally something was placed around my neck and latched another rope secured my neck snuggly to the back of the chair. All in all it took her about 5 minutes to finish, indicating to me that this was well planned out and that I was in trouble. I tried to move but I was bound tight, however it was completely comfortable - there would be no escaping until we had our talk.
My penis was hard as it ever was and felt like it would explode. What was it about being tied up and vulnerable that caused this reaction, was it the fact that I had been trained to expect sex like a Pavlov dog, or the fact that I enjoyed being submissive to Lori, or perhaps a combination of both?
She gave it a few more strokes and left it bobbing in the air and said, "Jimmy, I know it's the morning, however how about a Mimosa to start us off?" and laughingly added, "Don't worry I will make yours and put a straw in it!" "I laughed back and said that would be great.
A few minutes later she returned and I felt a straw enter my mouth and said, "Suck, perhaps you should get to used to that command." I took a sip and then caught onto her double meaning but chose not to say anything and just play dumb. The champagne and OJ tasted wonderful and I was starting a feel good about this. Lori and I always refer to champagne as LPR (Liquid Panty Remover) as it never fails to put Lori in a horny mood and because of this reason I always keep a bottle chilling in the freezing and one in the fridge. A guy can never be too prepared! As we chit-chatted while drinking I thought that perhaps my earlier fears were unfounded and that this is the start of another great sex session.
I asked her why I was blindfolded and tied for our talk. She said that she has some presents for me and wanted to put them on the table and then let me see them all at once. She said I was tied because some of the things that we were going to talk about may be unpleasant and that she wanted to ensure I could not run away before we were finished with our discussion. She also said, "From this minute forward we are employing the rule of: We discuss, open and freely, I decide, and you obey." I told her that I was fine with that, but again, I just didn't know. She agreed and said, let's just keep an open mind and see where this leads us.
She gave me another sip of the Mimosa and then left the room for a while. She came in and out of the kitchen two times and I could hear things being put on the table and then arranged as if they needed to be in some type of order. Finally I heard the sound of papers being spread out; these seemed to be right in front of me.
She slowly removed the blindfold and as my eyes readjusted I could see a variety of items on the table and what looked like a contract. Before I could really see what was there Lori kissed me and gave my penis a few strokes and sultrily said, "Excuse me, I need to take a shower and get dressed, see you soon subby." She turned and left the room leaving me to study the items on the table and contemplate their use.
When I saw the contract I knew that Lori was going to take this seriously, perhaps a bit too seriously, I could see that this was going to more than just fun and games for her. This was going to be real, if there is a contract involved Lori would enforce it, that is her nature. Lori is a very accomplished Contract Negotiator for the company she works for in San Francisco. Although not an attorney, she is very good at taking the main points of a proposal, or a series of ideas and discussions and turn them into talking points for the creation of a "Term Sheet" that would then be passed along to the attorneys for translation into legalease. This could not be good for me and I now knew why Lori had bound me so tight.
My former feeling of well being and calm turned back to extreme nervousness and dread. I tried again to get out of my bondage so I could go upstairs and put a stop to this. I struggled to get out but could not move. I was bound extremely tight. Lori surely had this planned in advance; what I assumed was going to be an informal chat was clearly incorrect. This was going to be a long serious discussion of what she expected. I struggled for a few more minutes and realized that I was stuck, I could not move more than 1" in any direction, let alone close my knees and protect my groin. In a nutshell I was stuck.
I started looking at the other items on the table and was quite concerned about what I saw. I counted a total of 8 items, not including the contract. Of the 8 items I could tell what 6 of them were, however 2 of them were in bags and I could not decipher the contents. I saw a crop, a paddle, a package containing a small and medium size butt plug, a strapon dildo -- however on the box was a picture of a man wearing It -- odd - and a set of 4 cuffs with 4 brass master-lock padlocks holding them all together. Finally I saw a very unusual shaped piece of wood with a hole in the middle and thumb screws, which I later found out was a humbler.