The Spice of Wife · Part 1

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It was Kate who came up with the idea of adding a little bondage to spice up her marriage to Sam, but he who took her suggestion much farther and much faster than she expected.

Not that she minded, for from the very first time he handcuffed her and she felt cool, hard, inescapable steel tighten on her limbs, Kate was immediately hooked on the addictive pleasures of being made a helpless captive and having no choice but to submit to his will.

Their love-life was re-invigorated and for several months, both were more than content to experiment with the novel possibilities that bondage offered, until gradually, Sam began to hint that he would like to take their games to a higher level.

Excited by the thought of allowing herself to be restrained even more securely and being even less able to resist his thrilling dominance, Kate jokingly challenged him to “do his worst” and assured him that she was both willing and eager to go as far as he wanted and was looking forward to finding out what he had in mind.

Taking her offer at face value, he told her that he already had a number of ideas, but when she pressed him for details, refused to elaborate and said it would be more fun to take things slowly.

Kate didn’t really agree, but he was firm and she had to wait before he revealed the first step in his plan.

At his request, she agreed to have her pubic hair permanently removed by electrolysis, leaving her belly completely smooth and hairless with her sex-lips and clitoris embarrassingly prominent and exposed.

When that was done, and against her better judgement, she reluctantly acceded to his repeated urgings to let him arrange for her to be pierced and fitted with rings.

Worried by the need for her to be naked in front of a stranger and scared by what she imagined would be a painful process, Kate insisted on being at home and unconscious during the procedure and asked Sam to arrange for an anaesthetic to be administered before she was pierced.

It took him some time to find a properly qualified piercer able to meet her wishes and it cost considerably more, but he eventually did it and Kate was blissfully unaware of what had been done to her until she woke up.

Although quite a lot larger than she had envisaged, the mirror-polished titanium rings transfixing her nipples and clitoris were fairly light and…if one ignored the obvious symbolism of their presence…even rather attractive in a somewhat barbaric fashion as they twinkled and glittered against her pale flesh whenever she moved.

Those she was prepared for and had worked out that they could be concealed under loose clothing when she went out.

The one dangling from her nose, however, she had not known about in advance and was shocked and dreadfully humiliated at the realisation that there was no way to hide it.

She pleaded with Sam to have it removed and was appalled when he told her that titanium was highly resistant to cutting and could only be melted at extremely high temperatures.

Far too high to even consider with the ring next to her skin and as there was no way to release the internal locks, it, just like her other rings, was permanent.

Gazing at him in wide-eyed despair, Kate asked him why he had done such an awful thing to her…then gasped in stunned disbelief when he chuckled and replied that he had decided that a nose-ring was the perfect way to show that she was his slave-wife.

At first, she assumed he was joking and even managed to summon-up a weak smile when she asked whatever made him imagine that she was his slave…only to have him stare pointedly at the ring dangling from her nose and cheerfully ask her how many women did she know who displayed such a delightfully-obvious and unmistakable sign that they were the possessions of their owners?

It was a stunning response and much as Kate wanted to argue and wipe the smug smile off his face, there was no denying that she didn’t know a single woman who wore such an adornment and although the realisation alarmed her, she couldn’t help but feel a delicious ripple of arousal percolate through her belly as his words hit home.

A ring on a woman’s finger was jewellery…but one through her nose was something completely different and as it dawned on her that even she herself would have assumed that a woman wearing such a thing was involved in some sort of kinky relationship, Kate gulped and her cheeks reddened.

For she was in just such a relationship with Sam and although he had added the nose-ring without asking her and while she had been unconscious, she had to admit that it did make her look incredibly sexy and exotic.

She would never have had the nerve to have it done herself and didn’t dare imagine what people would say when they saw it, but however embarrassing it might be, she had no choice but to accept it because the ring couldn’t be removed.

Even so, that still didn’t necessarily make her his slave and certainly not his possession.

Regaining her poise, Kate pointed out that fact to him and was relieved when Sam nodded and agreed that it took more than a nose-ring to make a slave.

However, he went on calmly, when combined with the costume and restraints she would eventually be wearing, there would be no question of what she was.

His flat, unemotional statement of his plans for her sent tremors of fright and arousal racing through Kate’s mind and body as she realised that he was completely serious.

It would be some time before her piercings were fully healed…but when they were, he obviously intended that her new life of submission, obedience and servitude would begin and she knew he would not permit her to be anything less than his full slave.

Lifting her eyes to his, she took a deep breath and her belly kicked with awesome power when she replied humbly that she looked forward to it and would wear her costume and chains with love and pride as his slave-wife…

True to his words, the costume and restraints that Sam required her to wear, left no room whatever for any doubts about Kate’s role and status in their altered relationship.

In her tall leather posture-collar, long gloves, heavily-boned basque, laced, thigh-high leggings and attached boots with immense, needle-thin heels, she was beautifully and brazenly displayed, her large, firm breasts, belly and buttocks fully exposed, along with her ringed nipples and clitoris.

Thrilled and embarrassed in equal measure by her appearance, she shivered in delicious fright and intense arousal when Sam produced her restraints, understanding that once they were fitted, her freedom would be gone and her body at his mercy for as long as he chose to keep her chained.

Crafted of highly-polished stainless steel, the cuffs which confined her wrists, ankles and biceps conformed so precisely to her measurements that there was no free play at all to give her the smallest hope of slipping them from her limbs.

With her wrists locked behind her back and held apart by a rigid steel bar, she was powerless to prevent him from linking her ankles with a long chain passed through her clitoris-ring, or from joining her nipple-rings and bicep-cuffs with other lengths of gleaming chain.

She could still walk, albeit with great caution and in short, mincing paces dictated by the length of her ankle-hobble and could even use her hands as long as she was careful to ensure that the chains to her nipple- and clitoris-rings remained slack, but any form of rapid movement, or attempt to get her hands in front of her resulted in immediate, painful retribution as the chains tugged at her pierced, highly-sensitive flesh.

Even with the care she was thus forced to assume while she explored her severely-limited range of freedom, it was impossible for her to avoid the swinging and swaying of her chains and as her nipples and clitoris were constantly stimulated with every movement she made, Kate found herself unable to resist or ignore the growing heat that swirled through her belly and breasts as her bonds aroused her.

Helplessly chained and defenceless against the sexual desire imposed on her, she could only surrender to her enforced passion and as her belly seethed with need she could not satisfy, Kate demanded that Sam come to her, take her and give her the climax she longed for so desperately.

Accustomed to the respect and consideration he had always shown her as his wife and equal partner, she simply assumed that he would do as she wanted…but Sam had other ideas…

Her eyes widened in shock when he shook his head firmly and reminded her that she was now his slave and that it was not for a slave to make demands.

It seemed to him, he said, that she hadn’t yet fully understood her situation, or appreciated that, for all practical purposes, he owned her and could do whatever he pleased, with and to, his property.

Unused to the idea of her altered relationship with him, Kate tried to interrupt and argue, but when he reached out and tugged the dangling chain between her nipple-rings, her protests turned to a shrill squeal of anguish as pain stabbed through her breasts.

She couldn’t believe he had taken such cruel advantage of her helplessness and whimpered in despair as he told her that he had not given her permission to speak, then ordered her to remain silent until he had…unless, he added slyly, she actually wanted to be disciplined again.

Kate didn’t and, shocked by the warning, clamped her lips together, not daring to make a sound that might earn her another tug at her nipple-rings.

Her immediate capitulation brought a smile to Sam’s lips and her face reddened as he congratulated her and chuckled that she was learning.

Soon, her obedience and submission would be automatic and unquestioning, as natural to her as breathing and she would then be the full slave they both wanted her to become.

Searching his face for some hint of doubt or sympathy for her plight, she found only a lustful anticipation that sent a chill rippling up her spine, followed by a powerful wave of heated arousal that surged through her belly as she recognised that he was determined to enforce his wishes, regardless of hers…

For five endless seconds, she held his flat gaze with her eyes, hoping that he would relent and reassure her that her slavery would only be symbolic and little more than an exciting extension to the bondage games they had already played together.

Until he simply pointed to the floor at his feet, then ordered her to kneel before her Master.

It was the first time he had used the word to describe himself and Kate gulped and hesitated, her mind racing with the implications.

Much as she loved Sam and wanted to please him, she knew that he could be quite strict and uncompromising when a situation required it…and if ever a situation was tailor-made for him to exert his authority, this was surely it.

Distracted by her thoughts, she didn’t take sufficient notice of the frown that creased his forehead at her failure to obey his command…until his hand rose towards the chain linking her nipples.

The mere threat was enough to focus her attention instantly and before his fingers even could grasp the chain, Kate was on her knees, her eyes wide with alarm and embarrassment at how easily he had enforced her surrender.

Gazing anxiously up at his unsmiling face, she shivered as he told her that it was no longer acceptable for her to disobey his commands or keep him waiting.

She would carry out his instructions immediately and exactly, or she would be disciplined.

As she had already seen, her piercings and rings made any such corrections easy and although he would prefer not to resort to such methods, she had best understand that they would be used whenever he felt they were required.

Her obedience and submission to his will were non-negotiable and she would serve him in any way he wished, as his permanently chained slave-wife.

For several seconds, as her belly kicked massively, Kate was too preoccupied with the vision of the future that his words had conjured up in her brain, to fully take in the final part of his statement.

Until she remembered that he had said she was to become his permanently chained slave-wife…

Fighting an almost overpowering urge to beg him to take her, she made herself humbly request his permission to speak and when he nodded approvingly, nervously asked what exactly he had meant by “permanently chained”

His lips curved into a warm smile and when he calmly explained that each of her cuffs was secured with an internal one-time-only lock that, once closed, could never be opened, Kate stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief.

She had had no idea that he had specified these special locks for her restraints and when he informed her that even he could no longer release her, she shook her head in futile denial, unwilling to accept that her bonds really were permanent.

He listened to her protests and pleas that there had to be a way to free her, then shook his head firmly and repeated that it was impossible.

The locks couldn’t be opened, so she would have to get used to being cuffed whether she liked it or not…

It was a stunning shock to Kate, but when he reminded her that she had agreed to be his slave-wife and wear the costume and restraints he had chosen for her, she couldn’t deny that he was right.

At the time, the idea of being enslaved and even chained had been deliciously exciting, but it had never occurred to her that it would be a permanent arrangement and that she would never again be able to live the life of a normal, ordinary wife with the husband she adored.

Her feelings towards Sam hadn’t changed and were as strong and deep as ever, just as she was certain that his love for her was undiminished.

The difference was that he was now not only her husband, but also her Master and as Kate faced the awesome prospect of spending the rest of her days in strict bondage, with no possibility of release and as his full slave, she gulped in dismay and her face flushed crimson as her sex oozed a stream of silvery juices that all too clearly betrayed her embarrassing sexual excitement at the idea of life-long servitude to him.

Her unmistakable response brought a self-satisfied grin to Sam’s face and she shivered in helpless arousal as he gazed down at the juices glistening on her thighs, then chuckled that it appeared his slave was ready to begin her service to her Master.

Chained at his feet and knowing that, ready or not, she could do nothing to prevent him doing exactly as he pleased, Kate took a deep breath and accepted her fate, her voice low and soft as she replied humbly that his slave-wife would do her best to obey her Master and serve him well.

He nodded firmly, then took a long, thin chain from his pocket and before she realised what he was doing, snapped a spring-clip through the ring dangling from her nose, leashing her.

It came as such a surprise to Kate that for several seconds she was too stunned to protest and by the time she had gathered her wits, the chain was already drawing taut, forcing her to clamber hurriedly to her feet as it applied uncomfortable pressure to the ring transfixing her septum.

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