Making Me Hers

Making Me Hers

Chapter Three: “Her Man”

Summary: Kim explains what she expects from Michael if he really does want to be her husband. After he shows he is capable of both dominating and protecting her, she happily agrees to be his bride. Michael learns what things are like on the D side of a D/s relationship with a few mistakes along the way.

Story Codes: Serious, M+/f+, F/m, exhibition, CBT, toys, BDSM, chastity belt, consensual, humiliation

I woke up at three in the afternoon the next day to someone pounding on my door accompanied by a pounding in my head.  I went to answer it.  Looking through my peep hole, I saw her and turned away. 

She knocked again.  “Come on.  I know you’re in there.  If you don’t answer this door right now, I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”

At that moment, that’s exactly what I wanted.  I was broken.  But I knew that if I let her walk away, in less than a week, I’d be begging her to talk to me again.  And when she wouldn’t, I’d definitely kill myself.  So I opened the door.  She came in, shut the door, and slapped me across the face.  I was too stunned to speak, but she had enough words for the both of us. 

“What the fuck was that?  Do you know how embarrassed I was that you just left me without a ride home?  I had to get a ride from Jennifer and her husband and he was being a dick about it!  Did you think about me for even a moment or were you too worried about your own feelings to give a damn?”

She smacked me again, “Speak.  Damn you.”

“I…I…I thought it was over.  I thought you were done with me.”

“I never said that!  I said I wanted a real man.  What I wanted was for you to defend yourself.  I wanted you to speak up about how you wanted to fuck me, how you would and could be a real man.  You know, that stuff you and Darnell talked about.  Don’t you think Darnell talked to me about it?  Don’t you realize I encouraged him to goad you, you dumb fuck?”

“So, wait.  You’re telling me that if I would have said that stuff, you’d have said yes?”

“Well, it’s too late for that, now, ain’t it?”

“No, it’s not too late.  We can still do this.  I can still prove to you I can be a real man.  I can protect you.  I can meet your needs.  Do you realize that for months, I’ve been taking Shibari classes so I can tie you up and dominate you?”

“Yes, I know.  Nathan told me all about it: how your one of his star pupils.”

“Well, then, give me another chance.  Let me tie you up, let me dominate you, whip you, and beat YOUR ass.”

She smiled.  “Okay.  It’s about fucking time.  Oh and if you ever ditch me and leave me without a ride home again, I’ll rip your fucking balls off.  Speaking of which, until next Saturday, you’re still MY slave, so spread your legs.”

I hesitated.

“I’m serious.  Spread them.  I’m still pissed at you and if you want me to get over it, you’ve got to let me have my revenge.”

I spread my legs.

“Wider.”

When I spread them as wide as I could, she took as step forward and kicked me as hard as she could.  I fell to my knees and the combination of the pain and the whiskey caused me to vomit.

“There.  Serves you right.  See you Friday.” 

Friday came and we went to dinner and the dance club.  She said she wanted to be wild and free for one more night just in case she decided to accept my proposal tomorrow.  I obliged, which was my nature.  At the club, she was dancing with this tall, skinny college boy most of the night.  When he left to go to the bathroom, I saw Darnell walk up to her.  He started grabbing on her tits and ass.  I saw her push him away and he went right back to feeling her up.  I walked over there.

“You’re drunk and being a jerk.  Get away from me, Darnell!” I heard her cry out.

“Come on, baby, just get on your knees and suck me off right quick, then I’ll let you get back to chasing that little ass college boy dick,” he quipped as he put her hand on her head and forcibly started pushing down.

I shoved him away.  “Get off her, man!  You’re being a drunk asshole.”

“Back off bitch before I pop you in the mouth.  This shit between me and my booty call, you keep yo’ bitch ass out of it.”

“Darnell, just back the fuck off before I have to do something we both regret.” 

Kim placed her hand on my shoulder, which caused me to look away for a moment.  When I did, I caught a right hook to my jaw.  The unexpected blow caused me to stagger backwards.  I caught myself on the table a few feet behind me.  Darnell laughed and continued molesting Kim.  I came at him as hard as I could, nailing him upside his head and sending him to the floor.  Just when I was about to pounce on him, a couple of bouncers grabbed me and drug me out of the door.  Kim followed them.  Once outside, one of them said, “If you don’t get in your car and get out of here, now, I’m gonna hafta call the 5-0 down here.”

“Come on, honey, let’s go,” Kim took my hand, seemingly elated.

When we got in the car and I started to drive home, Kim smiled, “That was amazing, baby!  I didn’t know you could fight like that!”

“I can fight,” I boasted, “If I have a valid reason to and there’s no reason more valid than the honor of the woman I love.”

She smiled and after a few moments whispered, “Yes.”

“Pardon me?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m going to say tomorrow night when you ask.  I’m going to say ‘YES’!”

It was my turn to be elated.  Words escaped me.

“I want you to fuck me, tonight.”

“REALLY?”

“Well, yes.  Oh, but not with your dick, not yet.  Let’s save that for when we’re man and wife.  Since you’ve been a virgin this long, I want your first time to be really special.  But, I bought a strap-on awhile back I was going to use on you, but I want you to use it on me instead.  I want you on top of me.  I want to feel the way you fuck.”

Although there’s something strangely submissive about fucking a woman with a strap-on when you have a perfectly good cock of your own aching to be inside her, I enjoyed the experience, immensely.  Thrusting on top of her and making her come through that motion really boosted my self-esteem.

Saturday, before we left for the BDSM club, I told her I wanted the chastity device removed and she complied.  Once we got there, I tied her up and beat her.  With her arms still firmly tied in a v behind her back and her welted breasts still compressed from the tie, I led her to the middle of the room and dropped down to one knee.  I presented the ring.

Then I heard a wave of hushing and whispering sweep through the crowd.  When the room had reached dead silence, I spoke, “Kim, will you be my bride?”

She smiled, nodding her head, “Yes”

I stood up, turned her around and slid the ring on her finger.  Then I turned her around and kissed her passionately.  The crowd applauded and some yelled, “Congratulations.”

Two week later, she moved into my house.  It was a split level with a porch on the higher right-hand side.  As you entered there was a large landing / entryway.  The living room was to the right.  The kitchen was down a small flight of three stairs.  There was a breakfast bar with four stools that greeted anyone who entered the kitchen.  That hallway lead to the basement stairs on the right, followed by the downstairs bathroom on the left.  There was another entrance to the living room on the right and the dining room was straight ahead.  The dining room had been built as an add-on.  The ceiling was nearly as high as the rest of the house.  A six foot crystal chandelier hung above a large elegant antique cherry table with ten chairs.  Because of the size, the previous residents had left them behind.

The basement was dry and contained the laundry facilities as well as plenty of room for storage.  The upstairs was two regular bedrooms, a master bedroom with a powder room, and a full bathroom.  As she didn’t plan on having kids right away or staying in this neighborhood when we did, she wanted me to renovate the upstairs.

For the next two months, in public, I was the Dom and she was the sub.  In private, we were just a normal couple, sharing the burden of the household chores.  During this time, she refrained from sleeping with other men.  Instead, I would fuck her regularly with the dildo molded from me.  She requested that I hold off actually penetrating her in any way until we were married.  I complied, since the wedding wasn’t far away.  Normally, after she got off, she would give me a hand job, which was very nice.  A month before the wedding, she asked if I would mind abstaining from orgasms until after the wedding.  She said she wanted my next orgasm to be inside her womb.  How could I refuse a request like that?

Two weeks before the wedding, Sylvia and Jacques were hosting another party.  Kim explained to me that she had discussed our desires to be chaste until we were married with Sylvia.  Sylvia insisted that we come anyway, even if we weren’t going to ‘come’ while we were there. 

When we got there, Eric came up to me holding the wristband he had worn with Kim, “Kim likes the colors of the play collar we were using, plus she’s the one who paid for the set to start with.  She asked me if I’d be willing to part with my wristband.  So, I got to buy a new set for the slave I brought with me, which costs $50.  So, how about I sell you this wristband for $50?”

“That doesn’t seem like a good deal for me,” I argued, trying not to be seen as a complete pushover.  I wasn’t sure if he was serious or just hazing me.  “You really should just give it to me, since Kim paid for it.  But, I’m feeling generous so I’ll give you $25 for the wristband, since it’s only half of the set.”

“Do you understand how this works?  Kim entered this party wearing a collar that matches my wristband which means until this party is over, she’s my property.  That means I can make her fuck and suck every man in this room, except you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.  If you even try to disrespect the party rules, you’ll get a beat down from everyone here before you get thrown out for good.  And if Kim tries to leave without my permission, she’ll get the same.”

Realizing he had me beat, I took $50 out of my wallet and handed it to him.

“On second thought, control of Kim is worth more than that.  That whore is worth at least $100.”

I shook my head and took out another $50, convinced I was going to punch him in the mouth just as soon as he handed me the wristband.

He laughed and patted me on the shoulder, “I’m just fucking with you man.”  For a brief moment, I felt ashamed for wanting to hit him.  Then, he looked at me dead serious and said, “I ain’t a pimp, but if I were, Kim would be my prized meat.  I can’t let that go for $100, either.  How about you just give me everything in your wallet, and I’ll let you have her at a substantial discount.”

I took all the bills out of my wallet, which amounted to five hundred and some change, and handed it to him.  He handed me the wristband and I clenched my fist and tightened my biceps preparing to strike.  Just then, Kim ran over to me, “Honey, you got it?  Awesome.  Thanks for letting him have it Eric.  I know how much it meant to you and you didn’t want to let it go.  I’ll always treasure the times I had with you while you were wearing it!”  She kissed him on the cheek.

When she turned around and kissed my lips, the jealousy on his face was priceless.  I’d have paid another $500 just to see it again.  “Let him have the money, I’ve got Kim,” I thought to myself.

Then, Jaques came up, welcomed me and instructed Kim to go into the kitchen with the other ladies.  Then he led me downstairs to the basement.  As you entered, the floor was tiled.  There was a circular bar in the middle of the playspace.  The play equipment consisted of a gynecological table, a sex swing, a set of stocks, three different style St. Andrew’s crosses, a few spanking benches, a suspension tripod, and some other equipment I’d never seen before.  There was a large custom corner style walk-in shower in one of the left hand corners and a matching glass enclosed toilet in the other.

The other men were gathered around the bar.  

“So, you’re new to all this, huh?” Scott was the first to speak to me.

“Yes,” I answered.

“I think you’ll find life is much better on this side of the whip,” Greg chuckled.

“I hope so”

“You know what goes on here?” Hank asked.

“Not exactly”

“Well, it’s pretty simple.  You got your wristband, so you have some idea, I assume.  But, the way it works is, if you want to do something with a girl, you don’t ask her, you find the man with a wristband that matches her collar and ask him.”

“Normally, it’s just the regulars,” chimed in Jaques.  “And we almost always say yes unless it’s one of our sub’s hard limits or it’s a man we don’t really know and he’s being a dick or something.”

“It usually works out nicely, though,” added Greg.  “Every one of us has fucked every girl here… in all three of her holes.”

“That’s not true!”  Eric pointed out, “None of you have fucked my new girl, yet.  She’s still a virgin, for now.”

“And none of us want to fuck that fat slag, either,” mocked Scott, which got the other men laughing.

For some stupid reason, I felt sorry for my fiancé’s humiliated ex-Dom, so I tried to make nice, “Really, she’s a virgin?”

“Yep, just like you,” he coldly responded.  “At least, technically.  I’ve fucked her mouth and her ass, but told the pig she needs to lose fifty pounds if she ever wants to feel me in her unworthy cunt.”

“Damn, you cold,” Greg responded as the others laughed and patted Eric on the back.

“So, every one of you has fucked every other girl here in each of her holes?” I asked hoping I had misunderstood.  “Even Kim?”

“Yep… especially Kim,” Jacques replied, before excusing himself to go upstairs.

“Yeah, we’re glad you brought Kim around, Eric,” Scott added, “Her cunt is special.  Jennifer said she told her that she’s been doing Kegel exercises since she was in her teens.  Jennifer’s been trying, but, apparently, hasn’t mastered it yet.”

“Your wife’s cunt’s still nice, though,” Hank said.  “I actually enjoy a big cunt every now and then.”

“Eventually, you’ll experience all of their holes, too, man,” Greg looked at me.  “But, you’re the lucky one who gets to take Kim home with you.  Wait until you feel the head she gives.  I make Trisha watch every time Kim blows me, hoping she’ll pick up some of those techniques.”

“Don’t forget her ass,” Eric said taunting me.  “I know you enjoy looking at it and kissing it, but the way that tight little hole milks a cock makes you glad you’re a man.”

“Here, here,” Hank interjected, toasting his glass.

Jacques came back down and the girls soon followed, each holding a snack or an ice bucket filled with beverages.  They sat them down, and then lined up beside the bar.  I had seen them all naked before, but never so close. 

Sylvia first caught my eye, with her long black hair, dark brown eyes, tanned Spanish complexion and little brown nipples.  She had a nice hourglass shape.  I pictured lying on the massage table and having her ride my cock as I fondled her tits which were nearly as big as Kim’s.

Then, I looked at Natalia, her brown hair, brown eyes, and her small gymnast frame.  I pictured standing up, her legs over my shoulders, rocking her back and forth on my cock as I kissed her fat lips.

Trish was a certified BBW, not fat, just really full.  Her tits were ample and her ass was the largest I’d ever seen.  I thought about fucking her doggy style, but realized I simply wasn’t long enough to get past her ass.  Oh, well.  Instead, I decided she’d look great on the sex swing and thought about fucking her there.

Then, there was Jennifer.  She was a fairly tall blonde, with no ass and even less tits.  Her face was pretty, though and her pussy looked huge.  She’d be the perfect one to bend over the spanking bench and fuck doggy-style.

Although I imagined fucking the others as was promised down the road, Kim was the only one I really cared about.  For her, it was missionary, eyes locked together.  I loved this woman and was so happy she was going to be my wife.

Then, Eric, announced, “I want to introduce you all to my new sub: Piggy.”  A chubby girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty came down the stairs holding a metal bucket full of beer.  I could tell it was heavy as she struggled to carry it, looking down.  When she lifted her head, everyone, besides me, started laughing.  She was wearing a pig nose and I noticed when she walked by that Eric had stuck a butt plug up her ass with a pig-tail on it.  This also made them laugh.  I felt bad for her.  She was cute and, heavy or not, could easily find a man to worship her instead of laugh at her, if she wanted.

Next, Jaques came around carrying a fistful of straws.  Looking at me, he explained, “We normally draw straws to see who gets to pick first.  Only rules are you can’t pick the cunt you own and you can’t pick the same cunt you had last month.  I’ll let you draw first, since you’re new.”

“But, I’m not participating, not yet,” I protested.

“Well, just because you and Kim aren’t having sex, tonight, doesn’t mean you can’t play.  There are other things we do here besides fuck.  Look at all our equipment!”

“Okay,” I said as I drew the straw that was sticking up a little higher.

The other men drew and Jaques was left with the last.  Then we compared. 

“Damn it,” I joked as it was revealed that mine was slightly shorter than Jaques.

Scott was first and picked Natalie.  Greg picked Sylvia.  Eric chose Trisha.  Hank picked Jennifer.  Then it was Jaques pick and he looked at me and said, “I really want to pick Kim, but I also want to get off, tonight.  What I’d like to do is strap her to the cross and whip her back and ass, then turn her around and whip her tits.  After that, since you don’t want her having ‘sex’ with anyone else before you two do it, how about I strap her to the massage table with her head hanging off.  Then, I can throat fuck her as I play with her bruised tits.”

I wanted to say, “No, she’s mine.  Hands off.  You take Piggy and do those things to her.”  But, I didn’t want to be seen to be a complete jerk.  It was his house and we came tonight knowing what goes on here.  While thinking of some other scenario that didn’t involve his cock inside her, I looked at Kim.  Having apparently heard what was said, her hands were up and pressed together as if she was begging me to say yes, so I did.

After the others were done negotiating, Eric came up to me and patted me on the back, “You’re the lucky one who got Piggy.  So, what do you want to do with her?”

“Nothing,” I blurted out without thinking.  I saw by the tears in her eyes that she heard me and I felt like a complete asshole.

“Oh, nonsense,” Eric said.  “Don’t be shy.  You can do anything you want, I don’t mind.”

I shrugged.

“Hey fellows, the new guy’s having trouble deciding what to do.  How about we all write something down on a piece of paper that’ll be really fun and won’t spoil him for Kim?  Then, we fold them and put them in a jar.  He can draw one out and do the one that he picks.”

“Okay, but only if he agrees to do the one he picks, no matter what,” Hank said.

“I don’t know about that,” I protested.

“Oh, come on, be a sport,” Scott pleaded.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” Jaques added.

“Okay, but it can’t be anything disgusting.”

“Of course not,” Greg chimed in.  “Whatever we write down has to be BDSM related and involve a piece of equipment here.  Sound fair.”

The rest agreed and I relented.

It came time for me to draw.  I did, opened, and read, “Strap her on the gynecological table, pinch her nipples, finger her pussy, and lick her ass.  Then, finger her ass and lick her pussy until she cums.”  I shook my head.

“What’s the matter, man? You’ve licked pussy and ass before, right?” Scott asked.

“Well, yeah, but only Kim’s.”

“It’s the same thing, then,” Greg said, “She’s just fatter and not as pretty.  Probably tastes the same.”

“Quit stalling and do what you agreed to dude,” Hank added.

The others watched with fascination as I took Piggy’s hand and led her to the gyno table.  I could hear muffled talking and some laughter as I did what the card said.  She didn’t taste as good as Kim and her ass was way sweatier and smellier, but all in all, she didn’t taste bad and came pretty quick.

On the way home, Kim was quiet at first and then she spoke, “Why did you let them do that to you?  Humiliate you like that?  I was so embarrassed.”

“What, because I ate her out?”

“Yes, exactly!”

“What’s the big deal?”

“Did you see any of the other men licking pussy, let alone eating ass?”

“Well, no, but I’m sure they do.”

“No, they don’t, at least not there.  It’s Maledom slash femsub, that means the women serve the men, not the other way around.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.”  Now I was ashamed.

“It’s okay.  I should have told you.  But, I didn’t know Eric was going to try something like that to humiliate you in front of everyone.  I bet they got together beforehand and all decided to write the same thing.”

“That sucks.”

“You got to remember that you’re dealing with dominant sadists.  If you’re not one of them, they’re going to pick on you.  They’ll never accept you if you do that kind of stuff and humiliate yourself for their amusement.”

“Okay, I won’t do anything like that again.”

“I hope not.  Be wary of Eric, too.  I think he really has it out for you.  He’s said many times how I’m too good for you.”

“Maybe he’s right”, I couldn’t help thinking. 

Yet, over the next few weeks, we proceeded with planning the wedding in my large backyard.  As neither of us had anything to do with our families, the wedding would be pretty small. 

I never knew my family.  My birth mother put me up for adoption and the adoptive parents were dysfunctional and abusive.  I eventually ended up in several different foster homes until I was put into one on the poor side of town with an old woman who had six of us and was just in it for the money.  There were two Black boys, two Black girls, one Hispanic boy, and me.  They would all play games, including those of the ‘naked’ variety, but I was never permitted to join in.  Instead, I’d do their chores as well as mine.  The old woman would always tell me how ‘lucky’ I was that she took me in.

Kim’s mother was an alcoholic.  Her father left her when she was very young.  Kim had two siblings that were taken away by child protective services when she was fourteen.  Consequently, that’s also when her mother’s many boyfriends started taking notice of her.  Her mother died when she was seventeen.  Her father actually showed up at the funeral and took her to dinner afterwards.  At dinner, he propositioned Kim sexually.  After growing up around men who treated her like nothing more than a piece of meat, she wasn’t too surprised that her own father saw her the same way.  But, since she was in a pretty bad emotional state, she refused his advances and they never spoke again.

So, we were both broken and family-less, but that would all change on the next to last Saturday in August.