I’ve been married to Susan for just over twenty years. We have a twelve-year-old son, Mark. I had an affair once, about seven years ago. Susan found out about the affair and we gradually fell out of love. We stay together for Mark’s sake. A couple of years ago she met Arnold on the Internet, and they hit it off. They talk all the time on the phone and see each other when they can.

I’d always wanted Susan to sexually dominate me. She tried several times but she never enjoyed it. She discussed this with Arnold, and he convinced her it would be fun to try again. Susan sent Mark over to his Aunt Sally’s one weekend and invited Arnold over. They spent the weekend fucking each other and sexually teasing me. Susan discovered she really enjoyed dominating me now that she didn’t love me.

Since the weekend went so well they decided to dominate me regularly. Susan wakes me up every Friday night after Mark goes to sleep. She ties me to a chair, strips, and plays with herself in front of me for a couple of hours. Arnold watches us through a video camera attached to the computer. Every other month or so Arnold comes over to spend the weekend. It was exciting at first, but it’s numbing now. I know that Susan is never going to fuck me again, so her sexual teasing became pointless. Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. I do what she commands just so she doesn’t leave and take Mark with her.

One Monday, I found a note on the table while I was preparing my breakfast. “Get the last week of March off of work. You’re taking me to a cabin in the Poconos so that Arnold and I can have a great week together. We have a surprise planned for you.” Great. I get to spend a week watching them fuck like rabbits in the honeymoon capital of Pennsylvania. I knew better than to argue, so I arranged to get the week off. At least she gave me some notice.

I got home from work on the Friday before the trip to find that Susan sitting on the living room sofa watching television. She looked up and commanded, “Go upstairs and take your clothes off. Bring the suitcases downstairs and pack up all of your bondage equipment.”

“Where’s Mark?”

“I’ve already dropped him off at Aunt Sally’s.”

“Oh.” I went upstairs, got undressed, and brought the suitcases downstairs. I went into the basement and packed all of my bondage equipment into two large plastic tubs. I brought the tubs upstairs.

Susan was still watching television. She commanded, “Go upstairs and put some work clothes on and cut the grass.”

I went upstairs and put on some work clothes. I went out and cut the grass. It was the first time since last fall, and it took a few pulls to get the lawn mower started. I cut a little grass but mostly mulched the leaves that were on the ground over the winter. After I finished, I was going into the kitchen to get a couple of glasses of water when I heard Susan command, “Come over here.”

I went into the living room.

Susan looked up and asked, “Does the yard look nice?”

“Yes Susan.”

“You stand there, I’m going to check.” Susan got up and went outside. I put my hands behind my back. She came back in with a piece of trash paper in her hand. “Look what I found in the yard! How could you miss this?”

I knew the trash came from one of our neighbor’s yards, but it didn’t matter. I looked at the floor and answered, “I’m sorry Susan.”

“You sure are sorry. Take this.” Susan handed me the trash. “Throw it away, then wash your hands. Load and start the dishwasher. Put your work clothes in the washer and stand there. After the washer finishes, put your clothes in the dryer and stand there. Put your work clothes away, unload the dishwasher, and come check with me.”

“Yes Susan.” I went in the kitchen and washed my hands. I loaded the dishwasher, and started it. I went to the washing machine in the basement, took off my work clothes, threw them in, and started it. I stood in front of the washer with my hands behind my back, in case Susan came downstairs to check on me. I wanted to take a shower but I knew with both the dishwasher and the washer running that there wouldn’t be any hot water.

When the washer finished, I took out the clothes and put them in the dryer. I stood in front of the dryer while the clothes dried. The radiating warmth made me feel a little better. I took the clothes out of the dryer and put them away in my bedroom. I came back downstairs and unloaded the dishwasher.

Susan turned off the television and came into the kitchen. “Go get three pieces of rope and wait for me in the basement.”

I got three pieces of rope from one of the plastic tubs and went downstairs. Susan had gotten herself a slice of chocolate cake and a glass of milk. She put her snack down by her computer. “Get the punishment chair, and put it in front of your computer. I’ll be too busy tonight to torment you. Instead of watching me, you can watch your porn pictures.”

Susan found the punishment chair while she was out at a yard sale. It’s an old wooden dining room chair with straight legs. The back of the chair is made of five straight wooden slats with a four-inch top piece. The seat is perfectly flat, with no contour. I moved the comfy office chair to the side and put the punishment chair in front of my computer.

Susan tacks a black sheet of coarse sandpaper to the seat of the chair with a hammer and thumbtacks. She grins at me. “I picked this up while I was at Home Depot. I thought you’d enjoy this extra punishment tonight. I know I will. Sit down.”

I sit down on the sandpaper. It’s not too bad as long as I don’t move.

Susan ties my ankles to the chair legs, and stands up. “Start up your slide show, then put your hands behind the chair.”

I turn my computer on and bring up the picture viewer program. I decide I want to look at the smoking pictures tonight, so I bring up the directory of almost 1,000 pictures of topless and naked women smoking. I set the program so that it displays a picture for five seconds, and then shows the next picture in the directory. Once the program’s running, I put my arms behind the chair.

Susan ties my wrists together and to the slat in the middle. She takes her clothes off and sits in front of her computer. I can hear her talk to Arnold on the phone and play Scrabble with him over the computer while I sit and watch the pictures. I was tired when I first sat down, but after a while my cock responds to the pictures. The sandpaper scratches my bottom every time I move so I try to stay still. Sometime during the third time through the photographs I hear Susan hang up the phone and get up from the computer.

Susan stands by the side of the desk where I can see her. She’s naked, with a cigarette in her hand. She puts the ashtray on the desk. “Would you rather watch those pictures or me?”

“You Susan.”

Susan lights the cigarette and takes a puff. She cups her breasts in her hands. “By this time tomorrow, Arnold will be fondling these.” She reaches down and fingers her pussy. “And his hard cock will be pounding me over and over.” She takes a puff of the cigarette. “And how does your ass feel?”

“A little sore, Susan.”

Susan smiles. “Good. Maybe next time you’ll pick up all the trash.” She takes a puff of her cigarette. “I thought you liked watching naked women smoke.”

“I do Susan.”

“Then why is your cock so soft? Susan leans over and blows smoke in my face. “Get your cock hard for me, baby.”

I squirm, and my bottom rubs on the sandpaper. I wince and my cock softens.

Susan smiles. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked having smoke blown in your face.” She takes a puff. “Maybe if I touch your cock with the cigarette I’ll get a reaction. “

I watch as she holds the cigarette just over the head of my cock, then takes it away.

Susan finishes her cigarette. “I guess that you didn’t like watching me smoke after all. I’ll leave you with your pictures, then.” She puts the cigarette out and puts the ashtray next to the computer. “Good night.” She goes upstairs and turns out the light.

I watch the pictures. The smoke from the ashtray bothers me for a little while. Whenever I get sleepy, my bottom rubs against the sandpaper and I wake up again. I’m finally so exhausted that I fall asleep for a while. It’s brighter in the room when I wake up. I watch the pictures and try to remain still.

Susan comes downstairs. She’s still naked. She gets a cigarette from the desk and lights it. She takes a puff. “Would you like to watch me smoke a cigarette?”

I’m hungry and tired, my bottom’s sore, and I need a shower. I’d rather do almost anything else, but I don’t want to get Susan mad. “Yes Susan.”

Susan takes a puff of the cigarette. “Your cock is so tiny. Are you sure you enjoy watching a naked woman smoke?

“Yes Susan, I enjoy watching a naked woman smoke.”

Susan leans over and blows smoke in my face. “Good. Enjoy yourself.” She smokes the cigarette. She puts the cigarette out and tells me, “I’m going upstairs to take a shower. When I come back, I’ll untie you. Put everything away, take a shower, and get dressed. Pack up the car, and we’ll get going.”

I could hear the water running upstairs while Susan took a shower. It seemed like she was taking forever. She came downstairs and untied me. I put the punishment chair away, and cleaned the ashtray. I took a quick shower, as Susan used almost all of the hot water. I got dressed and loaded the van. The morning sun felt nice on my skin. The drive to the Poconos was uneventful. I enjoyed the scenery while Susan listened to her CD’s. We stopped once to refuel and have lunch.

We arrived at the cabin just before dinner. It was very secluded. I got our stuff from the van and brought it inside. Arnold was already here. He and Susan kissed while I put the suitcases in the bedroom. The bedroom walls were light pink. There was a large four-poster bed in the middle of the room. When I came out, there was an attractive woman standing with Arnold and Susan.

Arnold introduced us. “Julie, this is Steve. Steve, Julie invited us to spend the weekend in her cabin. You’ll be entertaining her while Susan and I enjoy ourselves.”

Susan commanded, “Get their bags and bring them inside. Julie’s bedroom is across from ours. Put your bondage stuff in Julie’s bedroom. When you get everything inside, take off your clothes, put your ankle restraints on, get a pair of handcuffs, and come back into the living room.”

I unloaded Arnold’s car, and finished unloading our van. Julie’s bedroom was a little larger. The walls were a light green. The headboard and footboard on her bed were made with a dozen round wooden slats and a large top piece. They looked like wooden prison bars. I got the ankle restrains and put them on. I picked up a pair of handcuffs and went into the living room. Arnold, Susan, and Julie were sitting on the sofa smoking.

Julie grinned. “I’ve never seen ankle restraints like that except in prison movies. I’m going to have fun this week.”

Susan commanded. “Turn around so Julie can see your ass.”

I turned around. I had no idea what it looked like. I looked out the back window until I heard Susan command, “Turn around and kneel down in front of Julie and I.”

I turned around and knelt down in front of the sofa.

Julie locked my wrists together with the handcuffs and put an ashtray in my hands. She commanded, “Hold this for us.” She took a puff of her cigarette. “Tell me everything Susan did to you last night.”

I told Julie everything Susan did to me while they smoked. When I finished, Julie put her cigarette out and asked me, “Was Susan cruel to you?”

I didn’t know what answer Julie expected. “Yes, Susan was cruel to me.”

Susan laughed.

Julie lit a cigarette and took a puff. “At least you’re honest. Had she tormented you like that before?”

“No Julie, nothing as severe as last night.”

Julie smiled. “Steve, some men would say Susan was cruel when she cheated on you. Not only has she cheated on you, but she’s also had you watch Arnold fuck her many times now. Was that cruel?”

“That first weekend, yes I thought it was cruel, but overall I enjoyed what Arnold and Susan did to me. I want Susan to be happy.”

Susan gave Arnold a huge kiss. Julie took a puff of her cigarette and looked at me. “Your wife just kissed another man right in front of you and yet you kneel there holding my ashtray. Do you want to make me happy too?”

“We just met, Julie.”

Susan looked over at me. “I want you to serve Julie, Steve. She’s an experienced dominatrix.”

Julie smiled. “I’ve been talking to Susan for a while. I’ve been giving her domination advice, helping her to think up new ways to torment you. As a thank you, she agreed to loan you to me for a week.” She took a puff of her cigarette. “I’ve been called a very cruel woman. Some say I’m sadistic. Do you still want to make me happy?”

“Um, yes.”

Julie took the ashtray from my hands. “Get up and follow me. Let’s see what goodies you brought with you.”

I followed Julie into her bedroom. She opened the plastic tubs and looked through the stuff I brought. I stood and watched. She sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette. She commanded, “Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs a little.”

I put my hands behind my head and spread my legs.

Julie took a puff of her cigarette. “Good. I want you to stand like that or with your hands behind your back when you’re not busy. You are to address me from now on as Mistress Julie. You will address the others as Master Arnold and Mistress Susan while we’re here. You are our slave and will answer to slave. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

“Good slave. “ Mistress Julie took a puff of her cigarette. “You will do whatever we command. If you obey, you’ll get to eat once a day and sleep on the floor by my bed. If you disobey, you’ll be bound and whipped. We’ll leave you bound all night. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

“You’ll wear nothing but the ankle chains. During the day, you’ll do chores for me, like sawing wood or moving rocks. In the evenings, you’ll prepare dinner. You’ll stand by the dinner table and watch us eat. If you’ve been good, we’ll let you eat the leftovers. Afterwards, you will entertain us. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie takes a puff of her cigarette. “I understand that you get aroused watching naked women smoke. Is that true, slave?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

“Be a good slave and you might get the opportunity. Would you like to see me naked, slave?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.

Mistress Julie laughed. “Maybe later this week. “ She stood up and unlocked the handcuffs. “Go make dinner.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

I go and make dinner. I put it on the table and go to get the others. Mistress Julie was putting away her things, and Master Arnold and Mistress Susan were fucking. I stand by the table and wait. Mistress Julie comes out first. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan come to the table a few minutes later. They talk and eat roast beef and mashed potatoes while I watch. After dinner Master Arnold and Mistress Susan retire to their room.

Mistress Julie commands, “Go get a mixing bowl slave.”

I get a bowl from the kitchen and bring it back.

Mistress Julie puts some mashed potatoes and small pieces of roast beef. She pours some gravy on the bowl and hands it to me. “Put this on the floor and eat, slave.”

I put the bowl on the floor. I get on my hands and knees and eat like a dog. I hear Mistress Julie command, “Clean up this mess, take a shower, and come to my room.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get up and clear the table. I take a shower, dry off, and go to Mistress Julie’s room.

Mistress Julie ties my wrists together with a piece of rope that she’s thrown over an exposed beam. She pulls the rope until I’m standing on my tiptoes, and ties the end to the footboard of the bed. “Spread your legs.”

I spread my legs until I’m on my tiptoes again.

Mistress Julie walks over to me and rubs her hands on my chest and back. She feels my bottom. “Are you still sore, slave?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie smacks my bottom with the palm of her hand. I yelp and she laughs. She picks up a small cat-o-nine tails and whips my back, bottom, and legs for a while. She takes a shower and returns wearing a robe. She unties the rope from the footboard, and unties my wrists. I lay down on a rug beside the bed. She turns out the light and we go to sleep.

I awaken to someone kicking my bottom. I hear Mistress Julie commanding, “Get up, slave.” I stand up and put my hands behind my back.

Mistress Julie squeezes my balls. “I don’t want to have to wake you up any more this week. I want you kneeling by the side of the bed waiting for me to wake up.”

I yelp. “Yes Mistress Julie.”

“Get me a glass of orange juice and toast with butter.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I go and make Mistress Julie breakfast. I bring the food back to her room. She’s dressed and sitting on the side of the bed. I stand and hold the tray in front of her while she eats. After she’s finished, I bring the dishes back to the kitchen and clean up. I return to her room and stand in the corner with my hands behind my back.

Mistress Julie comes into the room. “Put your shoes and socks on, slave. You’re cutting some firewood today.”

I put my socks and shoes on and follow Mistress Julie outside. It’s warmed up a little but it’s still a little chilly. The only heat in the cabin is from three fireplaces, and they need wood. Mistress Julie relaxes in a lounge while I gather small branches and cut them into two-foot pieces with a saw. She goes inside to get lunch. When she comes back outside, I have some news.

“Mistress Julie, I found a downed tree that can be cut up for firewood.”

“Excellent, slave. Take my lounge and let’s go. I want to watch you cut up the tree.”

I take the lounge to the downed tree. Mistress Julie watches me cut up the tree and bring the wood back to the woodpile neat the cabin. Only the trunk is left when the sun gets near the horizon.

Mistress Julie gets up. “That’s enough for today slave. Get the lounge, take a shower, and make us dinner.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I bring the lounge back to the cabin, take a shower, and make dinner. I stand and watch Master Arnold, Mistress Susan, and Mistress Julie eat. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan talk about their trip into town to do some shopping. After dinner, Mistress Julie puts the leftovers into a bowl and brings the bowl in the living room. They sit on the sofa and watch me eat like a dog. I clean up the dinner dishes and straighten up the kitchen. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking when I return. I stand with my hands behind my back.

Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Slave, get on your hands and knees in front of Susan and I.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get on my hands and knees in front of the sofa. Mistress Julie puts her feet on my back. Mistress Susan does the same. They talk for a while. I feel them take their feet of my back as Mistress Julie commands, “Stand up.”

I stand up.

Mistress Julie buckles a leather strap to the base of my cock and around my balls. She hangs a glass ashtray from the leather strap.

Mistress Susan laughs. “That’s the most useful thing his cock’s done all month.”

I stand with my hands behind my back while Mistress Susan and Mistress Julie talk and use the ashtray hanging from my cock. After a while Mistress Julie unhooks the ashtray and puts it on the end table. She commands, “Clean the ashtray, and wait for me in my room.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I clean the ashtray and bring it to her room. I stand in the corner with my hands behind my back and wait. I’m tired from all the sawing and time seems to stand still. I wonder what Mistress Julie has planned for the rest of the week.

Mistress Julie comes in wearing a robe. She ties me to the beam and whips me for a while. She picks up a pair of clothespins with a weight tied on and clips them to my nipples. I yelp while she swings the weights with her finger. She lights a cigarette and comes back over to me. She touches my cock with the lit end. I jump and the weights yank on my nipples. She burns my cock a few times. The last time, she touches the head of my cock and I scream. She laughs and puts the cigarette out.

Mistress Julie gets in bed and gets under the covers. I hear her turn a vibrator on and watch her play with herself under the covers. My cock is stinging and the weighted clothespins are pulling on my nipples. I hear her come a couple of times before she turns the vibrator off. She rests for a while before she crawls to the foot of the bed and unties the rope. I walk over to the bed and she unties the rope from my wrists. She unclips the clothespins and I yelp. She turns out the lights and I lay down on the rug beside the bed.

I wake up and remember Mistress Julie’s command. I kneel by the side of the bed with my hands behind my back and wait for her to wake up.

Mistress Julie wakes up and sees me kneeling by the side of the bed. She pats me on the head. “Good slave. Get me some orange juice and toast.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get up and get her breakfast. I hold the tray while Mistress Julie sits on the side of the bed and eats. I spend the morning cutting up the rest of the downed tree while she watches. After she gets her lunch she lounges watching me gather stones for a patio rock wall. The sun is almost set when she commands, “Clean up and make dinner.”

I take a shower and make dinner. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan talk of their day in town shopping. Mistress Julie had me tell them about my day. After dinner Mistress Julie prepares a bowl for me, and I eat it in the living room. I clean up the table and kitchen and return to the living room. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait.

Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Slave, come over here.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie buckles the leather strap to the base of my cock and balls. She ties the end of a rope to the ring on the strap. “Kneel down by the sled over there.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” The sled is a metal disk about a foot and a half in diameter with a rod protruding from the center. I kneel down next to the sled. Master Arnold gets up and ties the other end of the rope to a ring welded onto the edge of the sled. He puts a barbell weight on the rod, and sits down again.

Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Slave, we want to find out how much weight you can pull with your cock. Crawl across the living room in front of the sofa. When you get to the end of the carpet, stop. Arnold will put another ten-pound weight on the sled and you’ll crawl back across the room. You keep crawling until the weight is too much for you to pull. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

“Then start crawling.”

I feel the sled tugging on my cock as I crawl across the room. Master Arnold puts another weight on the sled and I crawl the other way. It takes a bit longer to get to the end of the carpet. Master Arnold puts another weight on. I struggle to crawl across the room. I look at the sofa and see them smoking and watching me crawl. After a while I’ve made it across the room.

Master Arnold puts a smaller weight on the sled. Now I have to struggle for each inch. My cock is throbbing as I slowly make my way across the room. I’m perspiring when I reach the other side of the room. Master Arnold replaces the small weight with a larger weight. I try to move the sled but I can’t budge it.

Mistress Julie laughs. “What’s the matter, slave. Too much weight?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie turns to Mistress Susan. “Let’s test him to be sure.”

Mistress Susan gets up and takes off her clothes. She sits down on the carpet in front of me and lays back.

Mistress Julie commands, “Eat your wife’s pussy, slave.”

I’m less than a foot away. I try to crawl towards Mistress Susan, but I can’t move.

Mistress Julie gets up, picks up a cat-o-nine tails and whips my back. “I said, eat her pussy. What kind of a wimp are you? Your wife wants her pussy eaten.”

Mistress Susan fingers her pussy while Mistress Julie whips me. I can smell Mistress Susan’s pussy, but I can’t move the sled.

After a few minutes Mistress Susan stops whipping me and puts the whip down. “Arnold, come show slave how a real man takes care of his woman.”

Master Arnold gets on the carpet with Mistress Susan. He kisses her. She gets on her hands and knees, and he gets behind her. He fucks her to a couple of orgasms. She sprawls out on the carpet and mews. After she rests awhile they get up and go to bed.

Mistress Julie commands, “Untie the rope from the sled and put the sled and weights in the corner. Wait for me in my room.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

I untie the rope and put the sled and weights away. I go to Mistress Julie’s room and stand in the corner with my hands behind my back.

Mistress Julie comes in wearing a robe. She’s smiling. “You passed the test, slave.”

“Thank you Mistress Julie.”

“You’ll wear the leather strap all the time, except when you’re showering. I have something special planned for tomorrow, let’s get some sleep.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie gets in bed and turns out the light. I lay down on the rug beside the bed.

I wake up and kneel down by the bed.

After a while, Mistress Julie wakes, kisses me on the forehead, and commands, “Get me my juice and toast.”

I get up and get Mistress Julie’s breakfast. I hold her tray while she sits on the side of the bed and eats.

Mistress Julie finishes breakfast. “We’re going to the beach today. Clean up and take my stuff to the dock.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I clean up breakfast and get Mistress Julie’s basket and beach bag. She’s sitting on the dock, her feet dangling in the water.

“Put the stuff in the rowboat and let’s go.”

I put the basket and bag in the bow of the rowboat. I help Mistress Julie into the boat. She sits in the stern and I untie the boat and sit in the middle.

“Slave, do you see that small island in the middle of the lake?”

I turn around and look. “Yes Mistress Julie.”

“That’s where were going.” Mistress Julie slaps my cock. “Let’s go.”

I pick out a couple of landmarks on shore and start rowing.

Mistress Julie unbuttons her blouse and pulls it open. Her breasts are firm and round, and her nipples are standing at attention. She lights a cigarette and takes a puff. She looks down at my cock and says, “You get aroused watching topless women smoke, don’t you slave.”

I smile. “Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie smokes while I row her to the island. It takes a while to get there, and the sun is up over the trees when we get there. I help her out of the rowboat and pull the boat up on the sand. I get the beach bag and follow her to a spot a few yards from the boat.

“Spread the blanket here, slave.”

“Yes Mistress Julie. I get the blanket from the beach bag and unfold it on the sand.

Mistress Julie takes off her clothes and lies down on the blanket. She hands me a bottle of sunscreen. “Put this on me, slave.”

I rub the sunscreen on Mistress Julie’s forehead and face. I rub it on her neck and shoulders. Her soft chest and stomach are next. I move down to her hips and legs. I spend some time rubbing her toes and soles.

“That’s enough, slave. Kneel on the corner of the blanket and worship your Mistress. Stare longingly at my glorious body.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I kneel on the corner of the blanket with my arms behind my back. I watch Mistress Julie lie in the sun. After a while she turns over.

“Put some sunscreen on me, slave.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I put sunscreen on Mistress Julie’s shoulders, back, bottom, and legs. When I finish I return to the corner of the blanket. It gets warmer and I’m perspiring when she rolls over again.

“I’m hungry. Get the basket, slave.”

I get up and get the basket from the boat. Mistress Julie had made herself a sandwich and a fruit salad. I kneel on the corner of the blanket while she eats her lunch. After she finishes, I clean up and put the basket in the boat.

I apply more sunscreen to Mistress Julie’s front and kneel on the other corner of the blanket, out of her sun. I put sunscreen on her when she turns over, but otherwise I kneel and watch her sun.

The sun is just over the tree tops when Mistress Julie gets up, puts her clothes on, and commands, “Pack up and follow me.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I pack up the beach bag and follow Mistress Julie as she walks along the beach. We walk all the way around the small island. My shoulders and head hurt a little from all the sun. We stop at the boat. I push it into the water and help her into the boat. She smokes as we row back to the dock. I take a shower and prepare dinner.

Master Arnold and Mistress Susan talk of walking around in the woods near the cabin. Mistress Julie has me tell them what we did. Master Arnold thought it was funny that I spent the day kneeling while Mistress Julie sunned. After dinner Mistress Julie prepares a bowl for me, and I eat it in the living room. I clean up the table and kitchen and return to the living room. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait.

Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Have I been cruel to you today, slave?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie smiles. “Good. I’m happy when I’m cruel.” She takes a puff of her cigarette. “Slave, you have two cruel Mistresses sitting here. What’s the cruelest thing we could do to you?”

I think for a while. “Mistress Julie, this morning you had me kneel on the corner of the blanket and worship your body. I could kneel in front of you and worship you. Something like saying the rosary, except the prayer would be offered to you.”

Mistress Julie grins. “Sounds interesting, slave. What kind of prayer?”

“Um, how about Hail Julie, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Julie, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”

Master Arnold and Mistress Susan sit silently. Mistress Julie laughs loudly. “Slave, that is the most interesting thing I have ever heard. Did you know I was part Jewish?”

“No Mistress Julie, I didn’t.”

Mistress Julie turns to Master Arnold. “Arnold, would you be willing to help slave worship me?”

Master Arnold has a puzzled look on his face. “What do you want me to do, Julie?”

Mistress Julie turns to me. “Slave, go to my room and get the dowel in the corner, four pieces of rope, and the cat-o-nine tails.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I go and get what Mistress Julie has requested. It takes me a couple of minutes to find the dowel.

Master Arnold ties my wrists and arms to the dowel. I’m standing in front of Mistress Julie and Mistress Susan with my arms extended outward.

Mistress Julie looks up at me. “Slave, kneel before us.”

I kneel down.

“You will worship Mistress Susan and I. You will offer your prayer to her first and then to me. Keep praying to us until I tell you to stop. You may begin.

I turn to Mistress Susan. “Hail Susan, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Susan, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”

As soon as I finish, Master Arnold smacks my back hard with the cat-o-nine tails whip. He catches me by surprise, and I almost fall forward onto the sofa. I steady myself, and continue. “Hail Julie, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Julie, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”

I was expecting the blow this time, so I didn’t lose my balance. I say the prayer, with a blow after each one, thirty times before Mistress Julie commands, “That’s enough slave. Thanks for helping us Arnold.”

Master Arnold sits down on the sofa. “You’re welcome, Julie.” He turns to Mistress Susan. “Did you enjoy slave worshipping you?”

Mistress Susan shrugged her shoulders. “It felt a little weird.”

Master Arnold hugged Mistress Susan. “I’m sure I could make you feel better.”

Mistress Susan kissed Master Arnold. “I bet you could.” They get up and go to their room.

Mistress Julie turns to me. “Arnold is comforting your wife. Do you even care? You just kneel there.”

“Yes I care, Mistress Julie. But what can I do? Mistress Susan would rather be with Master Arnold than me.”

“You could go in there and tell her you’d rather be her husband than her slave.”

“Susan would just laugh at me. Besides Mistress Julie, she likes me better as her slave.”

“So do I.” Mistress Julie unties my wrists and arms. “Put this stuff away and wait for me in my room.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I put the dowel and rope away and stand in the corner with my arms behind my back.

Mistress Julie enters wearing a robe. She hands me a leather cock sheath and commands, “Put this on.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I try to buckle the sheath, but my cock is too big to fit.

After watching me struggle for a while, Mistress Julie commands. “Go in the bathroom and run cold water on your cock until the sheath fits.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I step into the shower and turn the cold water on. My cock shrinks enough that I can get the sheath buckled. I return to the room.

Mistress Julie chuckles. “You know slave, wet leather shrinks when it dries. How’s your cock feel?”

“Cramped, Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie ties my wrists behind my back and unlocks the ankle restrains. She takes off her robe. She’s standing before me naked. “How’s your cock feel now, slave?”

“More cramped, Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie smiles and gets into bed. “Come lay next to me, slave.”

I get into bed next to Mistress Julie. I feel her put a vibrator in her pussy.

Mistress Julie pushes my mouth onto her nipple. “Suck, slave.”

I suck on Mistress Julie’s nipple. I feel the vibrator when she turns it on. My cock is throbbing from the tightness of the sheath.

Mistress Julie has three orgasms before she turns the vibrator off and pulls her nipple out of my mouth. She rests for a while, turns to me, and commands, “Say the prayer again.”

I look into Mistress Julie’s face. “Hail Julie, full of grace, the power is with thee. Blessed are thou among women, and blessed is the juice from thy loins. Holy Julie, cruel dominatrix, show mercy to us slaves, as we serve thee faithfully forever, Amen.”

Mistress Julie kisses me on the lips. She turns the light out and pulls the covers up. We go to sleep.

I wake up, carefully get out of bed, and kneel by the side of the bed.

Mistress Julie wakes up, and looks at me. She rolls over and French kisses me. She sits on the side of the bed, unties my wrists, and unbuckles the cock sheath.

My cock springs to attention.

Mistress Julie laughs. “Put the ankle restraints back on and make me breakfast.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I lock the ankle restraints on and make juice and toast. I hold the tray while Mistress Julie sits on the side of the bed and eats. After breakfast she gets dressed and we go outside. She watches while I start the patio wall with the stones I collected. After lunch I gather more stones for the patio wall. At dusk, I take a shower and prepare dinner. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan tell of their day sightseeing. Mistress Julie has me tell of my day. After dinner, Mistress Julie prepares a bowl for me while I clean up the table and the kitchen and return to the living room. They’re sitting on the sofa talking and smoking. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait.

Mistress Julie looks over at me. “Do you see your food bowl?”

It’s across the living room. “Yes Mistress Julie.”

“Put 35 pounds of weight on the sled, tie your cock to the sled, put the clothespins on your nipples, and crawl to your dinner.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I kneel down, tie the end of the rope to my cock, put the weights on the sled, clip the weighted clothespins to my nipples, and slowly crawl to my dinner. The weights swing from my nipples as I make my way across the room. I’m about a foot away from the food bowl when Master Arnold gets up, picks up the bowl, and puts it on the other side of the living room.

Mistress Susan and Mistress Julie laugh. I sigh, turn around, and slowly crawl to the bowl. As I get nearer I expect someone to move it again, but they let me get to it. My cock aches and my nipples are on fire as I devour my dinner. After I finish I remain on my hands and knees.

Mistress Julie commands, “Untie yourself, and clean up the mess. Leave the clothespins on.”

I untie myself from the sled, and bring the bowl to the kitchen. I clean my face and clean up the food in the living room. I stand with my hands behind my back and wait. The weights tug on my sore nipples.

Mistress Julie commands, “Slave, kneel before us and hold an ashtray.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I kneel down and Mistress Julie hands me an ashtray.

Mistress Susan swings one of the nipple weights with her finger. “Do you like your jewelry, slave?”

I wince. “Yes Mistress Susan.”

Mistress Susan smiles. “Maybe we should get your nipples pierced. Then you could wear nipple jewelry all the time. Would you like that, slave?”

I shudder. “No Mistress Susan.”

Mistress Susan and Mistress Julie finish their cigarettes. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan go to their room.

Mistress Julie commands, “Clean the ashtray and wait for me in my room.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I get up and clean the ashtray in the kitchen. I put the ashtray in the living room and go into Mistress Julie’s room. I stand in the corner with my hands behind my back.

Mistress Julie comes in wearing a robe. She wiggles the weights with her fingers. She takes the clothespins off. The pain is intense as the blood rushes into my nipples. It’s all I can do to keep from screaming. She hands me the leather cock sheath, and I go to the bathroom to put it on. I return to the room, and she unlocks the ankle restraints and ties my wrists behind my back. She gets into bed. “Get in bed with me.” She pats the bed.

I get in bed next to her. She lights a cigarette and blows smoke in my face while I suck on her nipple. After she finishes the cigarette she uses the vibrator to get three or four orgasms. She French kisses me for a while, turns out the light, and we go to sleep.

I wake up, carefully get out of bed, and kneel by the side of the bed.

Mistress Julie wakes up, and looks at me. She rolls over and pats me on the head. She sits on the side of the bed, unties my wrists, and unbuckles the cock sheath.

Mistress Julie commands. “Put the ankle restraints back on and make me breakfast.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I lock the ankle restraints on and make juice and toast. I hold the tray while Mistress Julie sits on the side of the bed and eats. After breakfast she gets dressed and we go outside. She watches while I finish the patio wall with the stones I collected.

After she eats lunch, I fold the lounge and follow her through the woods. We walk until we reach a small clearing. “Set the lounge up there.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I set the lounge up.

Mistress Julie is standing by a couple of trees. “Come over here, slave.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I walk over. There’s two heavy ropes, knotted every foot or so, each hanging from a branch.

Mistress Julie commands, “Pull the branches down.”

I pull on the first rope. The branch bends downward. I pull until Mistress Julie catches a knot in the end of the rope through a thick o-ring welded to a rod staked into the ground. We do the same with the other rope.

Mistress Julie commands, “Turn around and face the lounge.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I turn around and face the lounge.

Mistress Julie kneels down and ties my ankles to the o-ring stakes. She stands up and ties my wrists to the heavy ropes. A knot in the heavy ropes keeps me from pulling my wrists down. She lights a cigarette and stands in front of me. “I’ll bet you can guess what happens next, slave.”

“Yes Mistress Julie. You release the heavy ropes from the o-rings and the branches stretch my body.”

Mistress Julie blows smoke in my face. “Good guess slave, but not quite. You release the heavy ropes yourself on my command by tugging on them hard.” She clips weighted clothespins on my nipples. “I so love seeing you wear your nipple jewelry.” She swings the weights with her finger. “Release the ropes.”

I pull as hard as I can on the heavy ropes. The knots slip out of the o-rings. The branches pull my arms and body taut. I try to pull on the ropes and I can barely budge them.

Mistress Julie lies down on the lounge, opens a book, and reads. Every so often she looks over the book at me.

The branches pull on my arms and body. I watch Mistress Julie read.

Later that afternoon, Master Arnold and Mistress Susan come into the clearing. Mistress Susan walks over to me. She runs her hands along my arms and sides. She turns to Mistress Julie. “Wow Julie, these branches are stretching him tight. How long have you had him like this?”

Mistress Julie looks at her watch. “A bit over three hours.”

Mistress Susan turns to me. “Are you enjoying yourself, slave?”

“No Mistress Susan.”

Mistress Susan swings the weights with her finger. “And after Julie went to all this trouble just for you.” She slaps my cock hard several times. “Thank Mistress Julie, slave.”

“Thank you Mistress Julie for going to so much trouble for me.”

Mistress Susan lights a cigarette and stands in front of me. “You can’t move, can you slave?”

“No Mistress Susan.”

Mistress Susan takes a puff of her cigarette. “So if I were to burn you with this cigarette, you couldn’t stop me, could you slave?”

“No Mistress Susan, I couldn’t.”

Mistress Julie gets up from the lounge, lights a cigarette, and comes over to me. She takes the clothespins off my nipples. I yelp as the blood rushes back into my nipples.

Mistress Julie takes a puff of her cigarette. “Slave, beg me to burn your nipple with my cigarette.”

“Mistress Julie, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”

Mistress Julie cups her hand to her ear. “What’s that? I can’t hear you.”

I speak louder. “Mistress Julie, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”

“That doesn’t sound like begging, slave. Try again.”

“Please Mistress Julie, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”

Mistress Julie takes a puff of her cigarette. “Slave, I’m giving you one more chance.”

“Please Mistress Julie, I beg you, please burn my nipple with your cigarette.”

Well, since you begged so nicely.” Mistress Julie takes a puff of her cigarette and holds the lit end against my nipple for what seemed like forever. I scream.

Mistress Julie turns to Mistress Susan. “Would you like to burn slave’s nipple?”

“Um, no, not really.”

Mistress Julie turns to me. “Isn’t that cute, slave. Your wife still has some tender feelings for you.” She takes a puff of her cigarette and burns my other nipple. “But I don’t.”

Mistress Susan leaves the clearing. Master Arnold and Mistress Julie follow behind her. My nipples sting for a while, but the pain subsides. Sometime later Master Arnold returns and unties me from the heavy ropes and stakes. I pick up the lounge and we return to the cabin. I take a shower and prepare dinner. There’s not much conversation at the table. After dinner Master Arnold and Mistress Susan retire to their room.

Mistress Julie puts the bowl on the floor by the dining room table. I get on my hands and knees and eat my dinner. I clean up the table and kitchen and go into the living room. No one is there. I go into Mistress Julie’s bedroom. She’s sitting on the side of the bed, wearing a robe, and smoking a cigarette. I stand in the corner with my hands behind my back and wait.

Mistress Julie puts her cigarette out. “Susan and Arnold think I was too cruel to you today. They were ready to pack up and leave tonight, but I promised them I wouldn’t burn you with a cigarette anymore. Come over here.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie unlocks the ankle restraints. “Go stand by the foot of the bed.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie ties my wrists behind my back and lashes my cock to the footboard. She gags me with a leather ball gag. She kneels on the floor and ties my ankles together. She gets up and rubs her hands on my shoulders and chest. “You look so helpless and vulnerable bound to my footboard.” She smacks my bottom with her palm. “I’m going to leave you tied like that all night. Try to stay awake, slave.” She laughs. “You wouldn’t want to lose your balance and rip your cock off.”

Mistress Julie gets the weighted clothespins and clips them to my nipples. “I don’t want anyone to say I’m too cruel. These clothespins should help you stay awake, slave.”

Mistress Julie takes off her robe, and gets into bed. She pulls a vibrator from her nightstand and gives herself four or five orgasms. She turns out the light and pulls the covers over her.

The stinging pain in my nipples keeps me awake for a long time. I’m surprised to hear Mistress Julie snoring. I catch myself falling asleep when I feel the pulling of my cock. The night drags on until the sun peeks in the window. The room gets brighter and brighter.

Mistress Julie gets up. She goes to the bathroom, and comes over to me. She smacks my back and bottom a few times with a cat-o-nine tails whip. “That’s for not kneeling by the side of the bed.” She unties me from the footboard. She leaves the leather ball gag on. “Lock the ankle restraints on and get my breakfast.”

I lock the ankle restraints on and get Mistress Julie’s juice and toast. I hold the tray while she sits on the side of the bed and eats. After she finishes, I take the tray back to the kitchen. I return to the bedroom.

Mistress Julie commands, “We’re going back to the beach. Get the stuff and let’s go.”

I get the beach bag and the picnic basket and head for the dock. We row over to the island. I set up the blanket, put sunscreen on Mistress Julie, and kneel on the corner of the blanket. The sun feels nice on my back and shoulders. Even though I’m sleepy I’m feeling better. After lunch I’m too sleepy to keep kneeling and I fall over. I wake up with a sharp kick to my bottom.

I hear Mistress Julie command, “Get up, slave.” I’m groggy and it takes a little effort to stand up.

Mistress Julie is standing with her hands on her hips. “You’re supposed to be worshiping me slave, not sleeping. Instead of enjoying the sun, I have to waste time punishing you. Go turn the rowboat on its side.”

I go to the rowboat and turn it over.

Mistress Julie commands, “Lay down with your head next to the boat.”

I lay down on the sand by the side of the boat.

Mistress Julie spreads my arms apart and ties my wrists to the boat seats. She stands up next to me. “You want to sleep so bad, fine. Sleep all afternoon.” She bends over, slaps my cock several times, and walks off.

I must have fallen asleep. In what seems like no time, Mistress Julie is kicking my thigh. “Wake up, slave.” My wrists are still bound to the boat, but the gag’s been taken off. My skin is tingling, and I’m sure my face, chest, and legs are sunburned.


“Yes Mistress Julie,” I croak hoarsely.

“You sound awful slave. Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes Mistress Julie.”

Mistress Julie looks in the picnic basket. “Sorry slave, there’s no water left. Oh wait, I know.” She comes back over to me. “Open your mouth, slave.”

“Yes Mistress Julie.” I open my mouth.

Mistress Julie pees on my face and chest. “I’m going to take a little walk. When I get back, I’ll untie you.”

The pee dries before Mistress Julie returns. She unties me and commands, “Pack up.”

I fold the blanket and put the beach bad and basket in the boat. I row us back to the dock, and take the bag and basket to the cabin. Master Arnold and Mistress Susan are waiting by the back door.

Mistress Susan glares at Mistress Julie. “My god Julie, what did you do to Steve?”

Mistress Julie tries to walk past Mistress Susan. “We went to the beach. I guess slave got a little too much sun.”

Mistress Susan gets between Mistress Julie and the door. “You guess? His chest is already red. I thought I told you I didn’t want you torturing him anymore.”

Mistress Julie grins. “I didn’t burn him with a cigarette, just like I promised.”

Mistress Susan puts her hands on her hips. “Wipe that smile off your face bitch, before I wipe it off for you. I thought I could trust you with Steve, but it’s obvious that I can’t.” She turns to me. “Go inside and get dressed. Arnold’s already packed the van. There’s an outfit for you in our bedroom.” She turns back to Mistress Susan. “We’re leaving. I wanted to say thanks for letting us stay here, but now I won’t.”

I went inside and got dressed. When I came out into the living room, Susan kissed Arnold goodbye and we went out to the van. She turned to me and asked, “Can you drive, Steve?”

“I don’t think so, Susan.”

“My poor baby. Let’s get you home.”

We only stopped once on the way home, to get gas and burn cream. Susan rubbed the cream all over my face, chest, arms, and legs before she went to bed. I slept into the next afternoon. My sunburn wasn’t too bad. I only had to take one extra day off before it healed enough for me to go back to work.

Susan didn’t dominate me again. After a few months, I missed it. I suspect Susan knew, because she surprised me one day. She called the strip club I frequented and hired one of the dancers to come over to our house to dominate and sexually tease me. I’ll fill you in on the details some other time.