Because She Loves Me · Part 1

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Prolog If you don’t really care about knowing the back-story to why this all occurred, just skip to Chapter 1 where the action starts, however, if you want to understand the contextual circumstances of why my wife did this to me you might want to read on.

This is a voluntary writing. You may have read one or all four of my previous journals that report on my sessions in contracted bondage servitude. They were written and published as a requirement of my masters and describe in detail the real events of strict bondage and intense sexual abuse bordering on torture I endured at their hands. What follows is also a chronicle of true events but comparatively it is of a more docile bondage play experience at the hands of my wife, given to me as a birthday present. While not severe like my other experiences, the 24 hours under my wife’s control was none-the-less exhilarating, taxing and sexually gratifying.

I decided to write about it to give a contrast to my previous mandated writings. I took no notes, I don’t have her written plans and there are no extensive video tapings to review as I write this as I did with the others, just my memory and the few photos and short phone video clips my wife took to tease me. She is unaware of this writing and posting.

What she did to me was fantastic, primarily because she secretly sought and received expert help with the planning from my best friend Mike. You may already know him as Sir Michael from my secret servitude experiences outlined in the aforementioned journals of which my wife is completely unaware and that must remain so to preserve my marriage. Mike and I have been best friends since college, and she has known him since then too. Mike is gay. And of course, I am not. She knows he and I talk about all kinds of things regularly.

She is certainly aware we have discussed and teased each other over the years about our individual sexual likes and dislikes including my bondage fetish, his gay conquests, even our cock sizes. The strange thing is the two of them have chatted about those kinds of things too. While she would never talk about sex with any other man, she is at ease and has fun talking with him. They share stories, have compared notes and tips on blow jobs, he has even sent her a photo of his dick. That story alone would take a couple of paragraphs. So, yes, they are comfortable with each other. And I am fine with it; Mike is completely non-threatening from a romantic relationship concern.

So, she ironically went to him asking for bondage play ideas oblivious to Mike’s and my recently shared BDSM experiences. Agreeing to help, he then collaborated with another player from those adventures, a person I know as Dr. D, a more villainous practitioner of BDSM. Dr. D’s mate and part-time submissive also helped along with a few of the other masters I have come to know from Las Vegas. Their proposals were the foundation of what she did to me. Their suggestions of bondage positions and games included things that she would never have thought of on her own and certainly not have wanted to try.

She did so due to their good-natured coaxing and because Mike assured her that fulfillment of such fantasy play would make me happy, maybe even euphoric. And so, with their guidance and support she did put me into bondage, being much more adventurous and daring in her actions than she could have contrived and contributed in on her own. She even had some fun doing it.

Nonetheless, I recommend you read them, at least the first one, ‘Eight Days in a Bondage Contract’ to give yourself a much better understanding of my venture into the BDSM world as a submissive. My assuming a subservient role that includes bondage and abuse eases stress related to my normal Type A personality. However, note that the journals are long, so if you don’t have the time or simply prefer a quick read, then I’ll give you this short synopsis of my bondage fetish in lieu of searching them out.

I have had thoughts of bondage since I was young. As an adult those thoughts have grown into various fantasies of putting females into sexual bondage. I equally fantasize about the reverse; being bound and sexually used by women. But being very happily married, I would only want to fulfil these dreams with my wife.

Trouble is, my wife isn’t into bondage fantasies. When we were first married, she did her best to let me tie her up with ropes or leather, but her body language and facial expressions openly displayed her lack of enjoyment from bondage play, especially if I made it tight or playfully used a paddle or riding crop on her. Because I loved her, these expressions would distress me and ruin the scene for both of us. So, we switched to her doing me. That was fine, but she wasn’t very adventurous and still got no sexual gratification from the play. This would again lead to an unfulfilled event for me. But she did try, which I was always grateful for, but I would remain frustrated. And she knew it.

BTW, we otherwise have an active normal and adventurous sex life that we both enjoy, a lot and often.

But, for the most part, for years I have had a sex life without much bondage play which I miss, and wish was different. However, about once a year my dear wife will, out of her love for me, offer to bind me up in various ways and then sexually play with me trying her best to please me. Simple bondage with sex, nothing challenging or dominating. We do have a trunk full of bondage toys collected over the years but most of them go unused when she plays with me. This play usually occurs around my birthday as a gift to me (shopping for me is hard). This playtime sometimes goes on for as long as two to three hours, a real strain for her.

A couple of times she even surprised me with an extra session at Christmas. I am very appreciative of this, and I let her know she is special. Afterwards, though, I notice she always feels melancholy, thinking that she has failed me. Or it may be from something else related to the play, I was never quite sure, and she didn’t share.

My infatuation with bondage doesn’t bother her, but she didn’t really understand the lure of it either, but Mike might. That led to her initial phone call to him and their subsequent collaboration. She told him she really wanted to go all out to make this birthday extra special. Binding and having sex with me were going to be her only gift. She just was at a loss of how to make it exciting and fresh for me. And she didn’t want to ask me as she hoped to keep much of it a surprise. Mike certainly came through for her while fully keeping my confidentiality of past shared transgressions.

He knew all about my bondage fantasies, desires, likes, dislikes, my sexual use and punishment when bound and my need for short periods of servitude as a release method for the high stress I endure from the job, and life, for that matter. He is a smart guy and was able to coach her without providing even a hint of how he knew such things other than from our long-term friendship, our regular phone conversations and his own experiences. What they discussed, planned, and she executed follows.

Chapter 1: Birthday Surprise It is Saturday morning, the day before my birthday. I am ‘sleeping in’ after another typical high stress week of work. I am the COO of a successful large metal fabrication business having numerous plants with substantial contracts both in the military and industrial manufacturing fields. It’s a great job; it’s a demanding job. I am still asleep, dressed in my pajama bottoms and nothing else, typical for me, when I am awakened by my wife fussing with my right wrist. I feel her pressing something hard against it when I hear the distinctive clicking sound of a handcuff being secured to my wrist. I am lying on my side, and she quickly straddles herself over my hip.

She pulls on my other arm, partially rolling me onto my stomach as she says quietly, mischievously, but with intent, “Don’t fight me, behave, or your balls will regret it.” And with that she snaps the second cuff onto my left wrist, so that my arms are secured behind my back. My 24 hours have started.

“Happy birthday,” she whispers in my ear. “I think you’ll enjoy your present. I have been working on it for some time. I got some help along the way from Mike and some of his friends. I hope you’ll be ok with that, but if not, what can I tell you, what’s done is done. You’re in for a long day and night, but then, it’s what you said you wanted when I asked, remember?” I gulp at the mention of Mike’s participation, then I just lay there, with a tiny bit of anxiety and apprehension countered with a measure of anticipation and a growing smile. Bondage play is what I said I wanted. And I really do want it. She then nonchalantly snapped my matching leg irons around my two ankles. These Smith & Wesson steel cuffs are part of my personal collection of bondage toys that I keep locked in a trunk under our bed. She knows where the key is hidden.

“Can I go pee?” I ask.

“No, hold it, we are headed downstairs in a minute.” She then adds, “Now, I do not want you to speak unless I ask you a question. If you fail at that I will gag you. When I do want an answer from you, you’ll know it and then you are to address me as Ma'am, as in ‘Yes, Ma’am’ or ‘No, Ma’am’. Keep it short, sweet and obedient. Today you will be my personal bondage toy, so I will call you ‘Toy’. Just like my other sex toys, you are only here to pleasure me. When not doing that, you will be just there waiting for me, bound and waiting. Tight, like you love it, and waiting, just waiting, going nowhere. My bondage toy.” A long answer to my simple question asking to relieve myself.

Wow, this is so different than when we have played before, her always waiting for instructions, hesitating, overthinking the playtime. She has been talking to Mike or reading or something. This character change is exciting. My optimism for the day builds quickly.

She untangles me from my bed sheet and blanket, sits me up, then puts a leather dog collar around my neck and affixes a leash. I notice she is still in her nightgown. She finishes with a makeshift blindfold, using a black Ace bandage wrapped around my head multiple times with the end tucked in behind. She pulls the leash, and I slide off the bed onto my feet. She tugs forward and I cautiously shuffle following the leash, in darkness and with my steps restricted by the ankle cuffs’ chain. Knowing my house well, I’m not having too much difficulty in keeping up with her and she is not rushing. We get to the stairs.

She assists me as I tentatively begin the process of navigating down one step at a time. Now on the first floor we move around to the stairs heading to our finished lower level. This floor is below grade from the front of the house but due to the sloping terrain is at ground level in the back, making this a walk-out floor that leads to our large backyard, patio and pool.

I’m now curious as to where our destination is. Turns out we are headed to the downstairs guest suite. Our finished basement has two parts, my large workshop and the remainder a sort of an in-law suite comprising a bedroom, bathroom, sitting area and small kitchenette. We primarily use this area as a second bathhouse for the pool and staging area for outside party picnics. It will have another use today.

I am guided into the bedroom and backed up to the bed. She drops my PJs, making a point to fondle my now exposed penis which while not yet fully erect has shown interest in what is happening. “Open your mouth and swallow these” she says as she puts some pills into my mouth and gives me sips of water to get them down. “They are your morning meds, with a little kicker. They are a birthday gift from Mike. He assures me they will not harm you, only help you stay hard for the duration.” And she giggles. As I said before, she seems like she is having some fun with this. I certainly am and I’m delighted that it appears she is too.

It turns out that Mike has shipped her a few items to use for this playdate. The gift box includes this serving of two 20 mgs tabs of Tadalafil, the generic form of Cialis. A double dose. They were part of my daily routine when I was submissive to Sir Michael and Dr. D out West. They will be again today.

With that finished, I am pushed backwards, and I fall onto the bed. I immediately noticed that I am not lying on the normal bedspread or cotton bedsheets, but a somewhat taught cold plastic sheeting now pressing against my naked body. She maneuvers me around so that I am in the middle of the bed. I am uncomfortable due to my hands trapped behind my back. “Hey, how about the trip to the bathroom?" I mutter.

“You don’t listen well, Toy. I will gag you if you don’t keep quiet. You’ll just have to hold it or have an accident, your choice.”

“Yes ma’am,” I answer, timidly. I chose to hold it. I then feel her push the leg irons up my leg as she puts on nylon web cuffs secured by Velcro around my ankles. These are good quality cuffs that are very secure, taken from our collection of toys. She instructs me to behave while she unlocks and removes the irons, pulls my dropped PJs free, and then spreads my legs and secures them wide and tight to the corner posts of the bed. Yanking on my leash and collar I am pulled into a sitting position so she can remove the handcuffs. That is a relief. I am then pushed back down. My right hand is pulled so that it is perpendicular to my body.

A matching cuff is put on my wrist, and it is tightly secured to the side bed rail. This is repeated with the left hand. The collar and leash are removed. I am now spread wide. She has made an effort to stretch and pull my limbs taut. Again, out of character from her past; it’s wonderful.

A few moments pass when I feel her climbing onto the bed. And then onto me. She too is now naked. I can’t see her, but she feels fantastic lying on top of me. She is wiggling to excite me as she passionately begins to kiss me. I am instantly aroused, my dick hard. I kiss back with passion and try to thrust my middle up against her. This goes on for a few minutes when she stops suddenly and announces that my body is unacceptable and she must fix it.

Chapter 2: Shaved “You always want my privates shaved. Only seems fair that I get to rub against smooth skin too,” she says.

My wife has for years kept her pussy area shaved smooth as it is another huge turn on for me. I just don’t like bushes on women. Maybe it’s an innocence thing, maybe a bondage thing, maybe an attractiveness thing, I don’t know but I love her shaved. It is now going to be my turn. And I’m sure Mike and friends have their hands in it. Sir Michael and I have a detailed submissive contract between us for when we role-played. It included a list of hard limits and one of them was that I couldn’t be shaved. It was there because if I returned home from my trips out West with my privates shaved, huge questions and suspicions would be raised. This seemed to be payback for limiting the gang’s fun as they abused me.

She comes back to the bed set to strip me of one of my masculine features. She starts with my limbs. I remain blindfolded so this will be a sensory arousal. It became obvious that this will be a complete body shave as I feel shaving cream being applied to my toes. Not much hair on one’s toes but it is there, and she carefully removes it with what feels like a disposable razor. She then wipes it clean with a warm wet rag, removing the residual hair and cream. It is then up the top of the foot and ankle.

A command is barked out, “Behave!” as she releases the Velcro on the ankle cuff, shaves beneath it, wipes the skin, and then resecures the cuff. I get the use of the nylon cuffs now; she is using ample amounts of water and shaving cream to do the job. These cuffs are more resistant to wetness. Plus, they go on and off easier. Efficiently she moves up the shin and calf, knee and thigh. She is good at this as she does her own legs every day or two when she showers. She is an expert and while I have mixed feelings on what is being done, I am not fearful of being cut.

It takes a while to do both legs, but she is now at my privates. And now I am a little tense. That doesn’t slow her down, but her methods change and become more devious. She apparently has been in my toy box again as she has a Jennings dental gag in hand. I’m unaware until she tells me to open my mouth wide and I feel her slip it behind my teeth and ratchet it open. “See, not so comfortable, is it?” she snickers amusingly. This has been in the toy box for years and it was during one of the last sessions with her being bound that I tried my new toy on her. With it on I then tried to face fuck her with it which she strongly objected, and that sadly for me ended that session.

Funny how it clearly came back to me now, and she was going to get her revenge, even though it was going to be playful. I don’t believe it’s been weighing on her mind all these years. What I do think is that this is a Mike-generated idea because after the original event happened, I remember telling Mike about it. Odds are he reminded her and suggested retribution.

She now has scissors, and she begins to cut away my ample curly hairs around my cock. She needs to put the clumps somewhere, my mouth being her chosen receptacle. It was a creepy, unpleasant feeling in the mouth and on the tongue but bound and mouth held open there is nothing I can do to resist. Though blindfolded, I squeezed my eyes closed, kept my tongue pressed against the base of my mouth, breathed through my nose and concentrated on not swallowing. She continues cutting away and making her deposits till most of my curls are gone. She then announces that the hair in my mouth is grossing her out and she climbs on my chest and begins to fish the hair back out with her fingers.

She then rinses her rag out in her bowl of warm water and tries to wipe my tongue clean. The gag is released; she makes more swipes to clear what’s left. Maybe she got all the hair out, but psychologically, she didn’t, my tongue kept sweeping my mouth trying to clear the phantom hairs left behind.

It’s now back to razor work. But she isn’t using a disposable razor, she is using a much more effective (and dangerous) straight razor. A straight razor, some skill, and lots of shaving cream; thankfully. She is going very slow, being very careful, and very thorough, making sure every hair is gone from below and around my penis. Then it is onto those few hairs on my cock. She fondles and strokes my member in her hand using the shaving cream making sure it is very hard and erect before she goes after the hair with the sharp edge of the blade. She is meticulous and deliberate in her actions. I am tense, my body is rigid as my dick, and I am holding my breath for as long as I can. I am relieved when she wipes me clean with her rag, but upon inspection, she finds a few stragglers left behind and does a follow up clean up with the razor and no cream.

Next up the ball sack. Most difficult to do because the bag is not rigid, so it must be made taught by her pulling on it. It is also not smooth as the hair on the bag produces small bumps making for more delicate hair removal. It feels like she applied just a light coating of shaving cream and then removed most of that with her hand to just make the sack slippery without blocking her vision. She is being more tender and careful then when my ball sack was shaved in Vegas by Dr. D’s sub. They shaved my balls because they knew hair removal there would not be noticed. Again, it took a couple of tries till she was satisfied that I was hair free.

Still not done with my private areas, she needs butt crack access. My ankle cuffs were released from the bed posts, and my legs were lifted and swiveled up over my head and the cuffs were re-secured to the headboard corner posts. I was now doubled over with my butt up in the air, legs spread wide making my butt crack fully accessible for a close shave. Still using the straight razor, she made quick work of it, then wiping the cream and cut hairs away with her rag. “A shame to waste such a fun position,” exclaims my bride. She takes a break from her shaving task and takes some time to play with me.

We both enjoy anal play in our normal sexcapades. I am at her mercy for what she wants now. It’s ‘balls on a string’ that she decides on. And with a little lube, five plastic three-quarter-inch balls, spaced apart on a string, are pushed into my exposed rectum. I have no problem as she pushes them in. She lets them stay for a bit as she announces her need to pee and goes to use the bathroom and I ponder on how much I need to go too. She returns to pull them out. Slowly, letting them ‘pop’ out one at a time as she keeps tension on the pull string. A very erotic and enjoyable feeling. In bondage even better. This type of play is so different from my BDSM bondage sessions with the boys. Both are good.

She is not done with my butt. I own a collection of Lovense Hush vibrating butt plugs, one in each size. They make them in girth sizes of 1”, 1.5”, 1.75” and the biggest at 2.25”. My wife enjoys and can handle the 1” plug. I use the 1.5” plug most of the time when we are playing with the toys. If we are having a really adventurous night, I will use the 1.75”. The 2.25”, well that is a lot to handle, very painful going in and is uncomfortable once it is there. So that means it gets used when the boys have me in bondage and are abusing me. One of its neat features is that its rechargeable battery will last up to eleven hours.

My wife slips up the Ace bandage from my eyes and shows me the two largest plugs, one in each hand. “So, which one do you want? Oh wait, I was told this is my decision, I’m the Mistress. You’ll take the big one, you know you want it. Mike tells me the battery will last 11 hours, so we are going to see if he is right.” She wasn’t kidding about her selection or the duration she planned.

My eyes are returned to darkness. The anal assault begins. This is so out of character for her. She doesn’t like it when she thinks she is hurting me. It is one of the reasons she hasn’t done a lot of daring things to me on previous birthday ventures. Mike has convinced her that this kind of play is what I really want. Well, that’s debatable. She turns the plug on, which is a help in inserting it. She has lubed it and is now lubing me. I can feel the vibrating tip at my hole. She pushes in a bit, retracts, pushes forward again. I do what I can to relax and accept the intrusion. That works till it’s about three-quarters in and that is where it starts to hurt, a lot. I wince.

She apparently has a rehearsed plan and words to say for this point. She massages the skin around the plug and then with her other hand tightly grips the outside of the plug, turns the vibration up another level, retracts the plug just slightly and then with a twisting forceful motion, pushes and screws the plug quickly the rest of the way in, while saying “Take it you Cunt, don’t be a Pussy! You know you want it.” (Words I assure you that don’t come natural for this Southern Belle.) She delivered the insertion just like the pros in Vegas did to me. I cry out in anguish but quickly try to contain it as I don’t want her to freak out and back off.

She had been told that I would have a moment of significant pain but ‘guys’ enjoy and want this (what a fib they fed her). She was told to counter both our reactions with something sexual. So, she immediately climbs between my spread open legs, pushing her pussy against my dick as she passionately open-mouth kisses me. She begins to lick my face and then says, “Hey you’ve got whiskers, we better get back to your shave.” And I am dismounted.

She takes a moment to set the plug to one of our archived Lovense programs kept on our phones. My butt begins to dance, forgetting the painful entrance it had made just a few minutes ago. My legs are released from over my head and re-secured to the more comfortable position of spread to the foot posts. I’m not sure if the plug is anymore comfortable in this position. It continues to vibrate away in my overstuffed and stretched hole.

I don’t have an overly hairy chest, just like the rest of me. She goes back to using the package razor except when she is doing my pits and around my nipples, I think mainly for effect. What is different now is that she has mounted me and placed her moist vagina over my mouth. I’m told to pleasure her. I love this. During regular sex with her it’s my favorite thing. Even more than intercourse. Doing it to her while bound is just out of this world. Happy Birthday to me! However, she is shaving me while we are doing this. She is trying to concentrate on shaving and safety. I’m good at licking pussy. She likes her pussy being licked. That causes danger.

No nicks while she was doing my legs and privates, but she got me at least twice while I was servicing her. I think it was once with both types of razors. She did blurt out “Sorry” when it would happen. As she would get excited, she would also push her pussy tight against my face, cutting off my air. I’m not sure if it was on purpose or not, but we were having some intense breath play going on for a bit. One of the best times of a perfect day.

She finished up with a face shave, the first time in my life someone else has done that. No, I’ve never gotten a shave at the barber.

Chapter 3: The Morning Continues I am left on the bed tied tight, my butt being vibrated with intensity, it’s a good vibrating program she has chosen. She returns a little bit later with a fresh bowl of warm water and rag. She then thoroughly gives me a drippy, refreshing sponge bath. I guess you would actually call it a rag bath. I now understand the plastic sheet on which I lay. First the ample shaving cream, now the bath. She’s protecting the bed from the mess I’m part of. She returns to put the finishing touc

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