Because She Loves Me · Part 6 (6/6)
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The rainstorm passed by as is common here. My balloons are removed and re-tied to the weight she brought that held them when she first brought them down. They would be taken back inside and displayed around the house for the next week or two as a reminder of my birthday ordeal. Next off were the clamps. That was tough, they had been on for a long time, constantly being twisted and pulled as they held on tight to my nipples. Probably too long for the type they were. She was kind, gently massaging my aching nips. They will hurt for a while. The temperature has dropped. I’m not cold but not warm either as my wet body begins to dry. I worry about losing body heat to the ground. With all the rain and the water I drank before being brought outside, I need to pee badly. “Ma’am, I need to pee.”
“Toy, you’re a boy toy. Boys pee outside all the time. I’m not letting you up. Just pee on yourself or hold it. Your choice.” I decided to hold it.
She leaves with the balloons. I lay there thinking this is a good time to try to sleep, but my mind is active. I ponder the day; how wonderful it has been. How wonderful my wife was. I think of Mike’s participation. I know he helped. Bondage and BDSM isn’t his big thing either. I keep hoping this isn’t a one-time thing with my wife. I want her to have had enough fun to have a desire to do some of this a little more often. Or if it is only once a year for my birthday, do it on an equally grand scale as today.
I finally fall asleep. I’m not sure for how long but I wake up with a hard on and the urgent need to go. I was out of options; I couldn’t hold it anymore. And so, I peed. The way I was tied and with my dick still rigid, the pee went up and back down onto me and on the grass on both sides of each leg. She obviously had been sitting there watching me sleep because I was then immediately flogged across my privates with her saying, “You pig, peeing in front of me and all over yourself. No class, Toy. And I’m not cleaning you up, you’ll wear it until it dries.” Now, I am not in Vegas where the flogging would have been extremely intense. She was flogging me for real, but with a loving woman’s touch. The swings were easily absorbed with minimal pain.
“I still think he hasn’t learned his lesson. This might do it,” she tells me, setting the stage for my next adventure in the grass. She has my new electro power box and some of its accessories. This time it will be used on my cock. She is back on the phone and is getting instructions. First is about putting electro-bands around my shaft, one just below the head and one just above the base. I won’t be subject to random programing like I received inside. This time it will be a program specifically designed to excite the dick, bringing it up to near climax then zapping it back down into submission. Repeating this sequence over and over.
The initial stroking program is amazingly stimulating, building slowly, but growing in glorious intensity. My heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my chest, my breathing rapid and shallow. Then bam, bam, bam and I have lost the excitement. We are back to ground zero. I am almost afraid that if I do climax, she will keep the program running and I’ll be milked and tormented into insanity with no way to stop it.
“It’s fun to watch you being taken to the brink, then denied. It is how I feel when you over vibrate me. Those wonderful feelings turn to annoying frustration and irritation,” she tells me. Her summation is on the mark. “I like that I don’t have to do any work and yet I’m getting credit for driving you up to total ecstasy and back down to misery. You make such funny facial expressions and body movements. It is like you are having a personal war inside, one moment you look like you are euphoric and the next moment fighting at your bonds like you are being tortured. Yet you keep coming back to a smile that looks like you have never been happier, that your inner soul is contented, happiness that I feel I’d be wrong to stop.”
In time she does stop it. Then steps away. I lay there trying to recover from my latest ordeal. I think that dawn will be coming soon when my thoughts are interrupted by a warm wet cloth being rubbed over my privates. “I’ve changed my mind; I want more sex with my bound Toy before sunrise and I’m not licking and fucking a urine covered body.” I get a nice hand bath. I also worry that my penis has been so over sensitized by the long electro stimulation session that her handling me will be agony. I again won’t have a choice. I am hers to be used sexually as she wants.
Chapter 15: A Final Birthday Toast The warm wash of my privates helped restore their ability to participate and perform. I was to be taken like any man would want to be, bound or not, by a hot naked woman sucking their penis. Her bathing suit and other costumes are long gone. I was hard in an instant. The magic pill I was given at the start was still doing its job, helping to sustain an impressive erection for what was likely one last round. She was back to doing something she enjoys and knows, and she seemed into it. Having fun, being playful, driving my dick crazy the natural way.
I can’t believe this late at night, make that early morning, that she could have the stamina after all that we had done to be going as fast and hard as she was. She even started talking dirty, not something she does. And it was both sexual comments and submissive derogatory rhetoric. I was so astonished and proud of her and her new free spirit.
She moved to fucking me and did that till I was about to burst and then backed down letting me recoup. She then showed that during her last hiatus that besides taking a shower she had once again, I believe, talked to Mike. I think that because she then made me do, to her, his favorite thing. That is, rim her. She didn’t have a rimming chair like was used on me in Vegas and San Diego, but she squatted over my face and told me to lick and suck her hole. I marveled at her just being able to say it out loud. She has always been skittish with me playing with my tongue on her little back hole. I’m not into rimming except with her, and that could barely be called rimming, more like light tickling of her hole with my tongue. Sir Michael knows I don’t want to do it with others, but despite that, he had forcefully taught me how to do it well on him.
So, with my tutored skills, I sent her to the moon with my tongue work. Easy work, she was freshly showered. She tasted good. When we have regular sex, she likes me fingering her butt hole while I lick her. She also likes me vibrating it, both on the surface and within her. Yet, in the past she would have considered the rimming to be taboo due to the perceived cleanliness issue. But as I said, I think Mike has talked to her and gotten her past her inhibitions. Him and maybe a little wine. I think she has found something new that she now loves.
After I did my duty for my mistress, she was back to sucking and fucking me. This became a long session, she kept me on edge while making me have euphoric feelings that for a change weren’t produced by electroshock or brutal torture from merciless vibration. She then says, “It’s getting close to daybreak. Your day in bondage is almost over. I’m going to finish fucking you and you’re going to eat your cum one more time. Then I’m going to give you one last surprise. Something you have been wanting for a long time. Mike has convinced me I should do it. I hope I can pull it off; I’m going to give it my best try, but success or failure, either way I’m good, it won’t upset me.”
My mind is racing, thinking of the things I have asked for in the past. So many things I have dreamed about she has given me today. At the moment I am at a loss. Besides she is back to making me hard by sucking and fondling me. Then onto giving me a fantastic final fuck made so much better because I’m outside in my backyard bound tight. And when I climax, I seem to fill her up. I didn’t think there would be a lot as I had gone so many times already in the past 24 hours. The downside is I know I am about to consume it all while battling with the normal post mental sexual shutdown of post ejaculation.
When she turns around and places her pussy over my mouth, I ignore what is coming out and concentrate on giving her the best licking I could muster. I owe her. I sucked too, even more than I licked. One of the things I have done in the past is I suck on her urethra port. I do that in the hope that the pressure and suction will make her pee a little into my mouth. It’s one of my little kinks. I want her (not anybody else) to pee, just a little, into my mouth. It never works; it’s another one of her big taboo items.
Well, that is going to be her secret surprise. I’ve been sucking on her for a bit when she quietly, lovingly says, “Here it comes, Happy Birthday my toy,” and she lets go. Just a little at first but she is peeing into my mouth. Initially I was surprised, make that shocked, but I’m sucking hard, so she just naturally flows, trickles may be a better description, into my mouth and the sucking action I had been performing pulls it down into my throat. It’s easy to drink down, like sipping a little wine. I know the taste of piss, both mine and the boys. Each is different, so is hers. It’s very mellow. Very doable. She only went a little. I keep sucking like nothing has happened. “Do you want some more?” she asks.
I back my mouth off her to say, “Yes Ma’am.” I was going to add more to my statement but there isn’t time as a stream is already flowing into my mouth. I quickly press my mouth against her so that nothing leaks out.
Again, she doesn’t send me a lot, more than before, but still easily swallowed. My mouth never filled. I go back to licking her, in kind of a cleanup of her drippy urethra and now moist lips mode. I relish the experience, focusing on the new unique taste in my mouth. “Do you need more; do you want more?” she asks tentatively.
“I love what you just did to me, forcing me to drink your piss from your pussy. Ma’am, your toy will swallow as much of your pee as you wish,” I answer as submissive as I can sound. I must have said too much, too descriptive, mentioning me drinking down her pee.
“No, on second thought, I think I’m done with this for today, so that will be all you get of it, sorry. This was a big step for me and I’m not sure I’m okay with all of it yet, but I knew you really wanted this, so I tried. I took a lot of big first steps today. Most were good. This in a few minutes will likely be fine too. Some other things we will still need to talk about. But I had a good day, honest. I sure hope you did.”
“Oh Ma’am, this day rivals the day I met you, the day you married me and the days we had our kids. Not because of how much I enjoyed it but because you did it for me. You did it out of your love for me. Your unbelievable never-ending love for me. Oh, how I love you too, more than you could know!”
OK, so that was a little sappy, but it is what was said. It wasn’t the end of our play yet either.
“The guys suggested that I end this with a final whipping before I release you. They said a submissive’s bondage session should never end with sexual play that ends with a sub’s climax and ejaculation, a victory of sorts for the sub. So, you are about to be whipped. I will do my best to make it feel authentic. And I hope it shows that I love you. More than anything. Mike tells me whipping you is an expression of true love. I haven’t gotten that quite yet. I’m learning and I’m open minded. This is just another one of those steps that I’m taking, not understanding why it excites you, but not judging it either.”
I then receive a real whipping across my cock and balls, my inner thighs, chest, nipples and stomach with a leather flogger. She swung hard, many times, she left me reddened, striped. I was surprised she had it in her. And she was still not done.
She released the cargo straps, freeing my limbs and pulled up the tent pegs and I was pulled up right. I am then surprised when she locks my wrist cuffs behind my back and reattaches the chain to my ankles. I am stiff from lying on the ground tightly restrained for hours upon hours. But she has a hold of my dick, and she is pulling me to the house. “The sun is coming up very soon and you are naked and look at me. This isn’t a show I want to share with the neighbors,” she whispers.
We enter the house, and she leads me to the love seat that is in the sitting area of the downstairs suite, she leans me over the back of it and says, “The whipping outside was for you, this one is for me.” She shows me the paddle, smiles, and says, “I don’t know why, but doing this in particular excites me for some reason. I like seeing you jump even though you try not to, and I like how it makes your butt cheeks turn bright red.” She then proceeds to smack my butt cheeks five times each side, hard. Really hard. She then tenderly rubs my cheeks with her hand as she admires her work and says thank you. I’m released from my final bonds, told once again happy birthday, given a soft kiss and sent to take a shower.
Breakfast will be ready shortly.
Epilog I took it easy for the rest of my birthday, enjoying a well needed nap in the afternoon. I heard from my kids and opened the presents they had sent in the mail. We went out for dinner at a favorite restaurant, came home and cuddled on the couch watching a movie on Netflix. It was nice. The next day I was stiff from the long-term bondage I endured. My hole was sore from the variety of uses it was put through and that lasted for a couple of days. My nipples were tender for at least a day, mainly from the clamps, I think. I had no stomach issues from what I consumed. No marks left behind from the wax or whippings. My butt cheeks recovered within minutes each time she had spanked them. It was all worth it.
Later in the week, the two of us had a long dinner conversation about my birthday. She proudly detailed out all that went into the decisions and planning. She said she was hesitant about reaching out to Mike not knowing what he would think. Upon further reflection she knew that he was the one person that knew about my bondage kink and that he knew that she and I had engaged in bondage play in the past. So, she called him. Mike is very approachable and has a very open and giving personality. And he likes to talk about sex.
With my wife and him also being long-time dear friends, she was quickly put at ease during the initial conversation and was able to share what she wanted to do for my birthday. More importantly she was able to explain her desires to please me and express her apprehensions about if she could. He was able to overcome her doubts and, in fact, got her super excited about proceeding. She told me their first call was fantastic. He too thought what she was trying to do was perfect and wanted to help her succeed. Many calls followed.
During most of the planning my wife primarily talked to Mike. She did know and was ok with him conferring with others for ideas, dos and don’ts, etc. since he had told her his own bondage experience was limited. On one occasion, Mike arranged a conference call between her, Dr. D, his mate, and himself. It turns out that the mate’s discussions during this call were a sizable influence in taking the bondage and abuse play up a notch, maybe two or three. He was able to explain the submissive side of the equation.
He told her why guys and gals like to be tied up, why extra tight can be a special turn on (like it is to me), why punishment, abuse, and being made physically vulnerable and unable to resist can be as euphoric and sexually gratifying to the person bound as romantic, loving, tender cuddly sex is to her. He even clarified why it’s best to have your lover (and not others) be the dominant in BDSM play, especially when the submissive is usually the strong one in the relationship. He also explained how these sessions can serve as therapy as it can release pent up stress in the submissive.
He was able to sway her concerns and trepidations because he was willing to share his own personal circumstances, bondage and submissive kinks and about how these are part of his loving relationship with DR. D. His own successful professional experiences, needs and wants, family, friends and relationships that he communicated paralleled many of mine. And so, his comments along with the general discussion by the three guys convinced her that what she was going to do to me was a very common sexual fantasy, it would be harmless and in my case likely a good healthy thing for me mentally, that it sounded to them that it was something I really wanted, and finally, that I was not a freak, sicko, demented or deviant for wanting this, nor would SHE be any of those things if her roleplayed of the dominant mistress produced some personal enjoyment or satisfaction for her.
Mike called me later in the afternoon on my birthday, checking on me, on her, and to take his bows for his participation. He said he loved working with her on her ‘project’. He had a blast. He said while he was always fond of her, he learned so much more about her these past two months and that I was so lucky to have her because she’s amazing. He’s right. He also assured me that all secrets were kept. She would suspect nothing from their interactions. He also indicated that in addition to Dr. D and his mate, at least four of the social club members offered suggestions.
They sincerely wanted to help this novice mistress, and they also wanted to see that someone they consider ‘their submissive property’ be properly treated on his birthday. In other words, they wanted suffering to be part of my bondage because that’s what ‘I would want’. They succeeded in getting their ideas implemented. The Workmate vise holding my balls coated with Icy Hot is a perfect example.
So yes, the team was culpable for a lot of what happened, but it didn’t all originate with them. It turns out the moth and bait play was her idea. She thought it up, she researched it, designed, planned and implemented it with limited input from others. When she told Mike, he thought it would be a hoot and wished he had come up with it. The balloon nipple abuse was hers. Breakfast in her pussy and the menu was hers. Her outfit selections were hers. As were others.
Many of the ideas were a combination of individual thoughts put together. One of the boys had suggested the candle dripping because they are one of the tamer mainstream BDSM pain/pleasure games; and therefore, would be more palatable to her. Another suggestion was to make me eat my cum out of a condom. She was planning the birthday cake, thinking I would eat it after she smeared it onto her pussy. In time these ideas combined and developed into what occurred, the birthday cake with cum and candles.
In my past journals I was required to report my likes and dislikes, so why not do the same thing here. I liked the vise grip bondage. I didn’t like the Icy Hot on my balls. For the record, the height of the window, along with the pushed back position of the Workmate were such that only my upper body and not my naked privates or bondage were visible from the front yard. She set it up and checked it beforehand. I liked the outside bondage. I didn’t like the harsh nipple clamps and the balloons twisting and pulling on them. As an aside, my wife and I have both agreed to dispose of the clamps. I liked having to lick her pussy when bound.
In contrast, back in Vegas when I would be forced when bound to suck cocks, I disliked the act, but being unable to resist made it a fulfilling release for me. I much prefer having pussy to suck when bound as it is both sexually fulfilling as well as an avenue for stress release. And hers tastes so good.
I did not like the moths. They and their friends before long became irritating and frustrating, and my bondage would not allow any way of stopping it. As I said, they didn’t keep to my dick and balls. They fluttered and crawled up and down my limbs and torso. So much more than annoying and exasperating, giving me the willies at an unimaginable level. And it went on too long. I’ll grant that it was inventive, but I rather not be subject to it again. Ever again. I had told her I was ok, but I had lied because she had seemed excited about this abuse. She would not know how close I got towards the end to calling out my safe words to stop it all.
I liked the paddling. Not sure why, it is just a more satisfying and consistent way of being punished. Plus, the butt cheeks are built to handle it. It’s like justice tempered with mercy. She confirmed in our conversations that she did get a real kick out of paddling me too. She couldn’t explain why either. I guess it was a deep-seated connection to spankings in her early childhood. Maybe for me too.
Of course, I loved being wrapped in the shrink wrap. I liked being stimulated by the electroshock most of the time. I liked in general being bound outside. The punishments made the time past, but as indicated the moths and tit torture I could have done without while I was there. I liked her dressed in her dominatrix outfit. Her virgin outfit was an equal turn on. One of the things I initially didn’t mind was the full body shave, a suggestion that originally came from Dr. D’s mate. In fact, it was something different, somewhat pleasant and scary too, she was yielding a straight razor around my privates. My dislike for it manifested itself two or three days later when nubs became an ongoing annoyance. Turns out the shave was by far the most long-term physical reminder of my glorious birthday.
I was concerned about how she felt about things she did to me. Turns out there was only one thing that really bothered her badly. The ass to mouth play with the dildo that she used to peg me. She confessed it grossed her out big time, especially since she knew it was soiled. That bothered her and she thought it was a gay thing. I did ease her mind that there are many more porn videos out there with women doing ass to mouth blow jobs than men on men. Somehow that helped her. She suggested we don’t do that again. I reminded her that when I’m bound and can’t resist, she can do or not do anything she wants to me and I’m ok with that, it’s part of the allure, the fantasy.
That clarification seemed to make the whole thing go away. I should note that she had mentioned early on that she had a soiled tampon in the freezer for me. It was never used in our play; I assume for the same “gross’ reason.
She also didn’t like peeing in my mouth. She shared that I had asked her to do it more than once when we had played in the past. She gave in and did it because the team all believed she should and encouraged her. Dr. D in their conversation apparently pushed it as one of the basics of dominant/submissive training and was key to my submissive fantasy. I know that this kind of punishment/abuse is one of his things, he’s done it to me, and he wouldn’t want her to miss her chance in being a real dominatrix abusing her sub. She admitted to me afterward that it was not traumatic to her, seemed to excite me, and would maybe do it again if the mood and circumstances were right.
It definitely is on my ‘liked list’. Also, not on her favorites list was me licking the toilet bowl and pushing my head in it. She said it was acceptable simply because she had sanitized it before we played (it was planned all along, another one of Dr. D’s contributions). That I was licking up and drinking my own urine didn’t seem to bother her. Curious.
Our discussions that night at dinner and a couple of subsequent ones centered a lot on how she feels about what we did. She says she is completely ok with it, while in the past, admittedly, she was not. In fact, she is delighted at how it all worked out. She is thrilled that I got exactly what I wanted for my birthday and then some, which was her goal. Is she now an enthusiast, looking to make bondage a part of our regular sex life, no. She does have a much better understanding of my enjoyment of it. She also gets how it serves as a stress outlet for me. The good thing is that her own stress and apprehensions of it are basically gone.
She understands the relationship between the bondage, the sexual use, and the punishment aspects of the play. She did indicate that she did have fun in the different ways I was bound, especially the outside bondage. And when she engaged in delivering punishment, she was at least ok with doing it when previously that was not the case. I was quick to point out the delight she seemingly had in paddling me. She then agreed that serving up punishment in general in any future bondage play will likely not be an issue, especially if she thought her bad boy needed paddling. The dirty dildo being the only exception to her punishment choices, at least for now.
She always loves it when I lick her, or she sucks me, or we have intercourse during normal sex. She said that when I was bound and we did those things she just closed her eyes, ignored the surroundings, and was able to enjoy her arousal as usual. It was clear to me from that; bondage is still not her thing or even an emerging turn on. She did assure me that she doesn’t mind it, she understands my enjoyment of it, wants to do it for me, she can even have fun with it, but it just does not excite her at the same level as me. The good news, she did say there was enough pleasure and gratification in what she did, that I should look forward to more of it.
I understood that she didn’t mean I should expect her to do it every weekend. We were not in negotiations, but she did offer to play ‘my way’ more often than once or twice a year and she would even at times initiate it as a surprise. She even said she wanted me to ‘do her’ on occasion as long as I kept it simple and not tight. She let it slip that she hoped my next birthday could be better than this one but likely to make that happen she’d have to solicit help with the ideas again. Oh wow.
And it was all because she loves me…
Because She Loves Me · Part 6 (6/6)
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