OUR CONJUGAL VISIT TO A DOMINATRIX by Long Tall Mary

My name is Heather, twenty eight years old, and a high school English teacher in a suburban district. Dennis, my husband, is thirty years old and an English professor at a local university. We have been married for five years.

Both of us were educated at prestigious universities, are of superior intellect and could easily qualify for MENSA membership. It is a common opinion that our positions are mismatched, in that I should be the college professor, with Dennis relegatedto high school teaching. My intellectual ability is so superior,that I serve as a peer reviewer in English literature for a major university.

Likewise my physical appearance is of stellar quality, without giving my measurements I am 5’5”, 115 pounds with short dark brown hair and eyes, reliable sources have suggested that I should have explored a career as an actress. Over the years I’ve been propositioned several timesby male faculty members or students, in each case they were rejected in a most humiliating manner, as I made a pretense of righteous self-indignation. I’m perceived to be overly smug, Dennis as more mild mannered.

Politically we are quite liberal, between us we are active in NOW, the Socialist Workers Party, and a local environmentalist group. Dennis recently feigned illness and took a month off, during this period he participated in the Wall Street protests in Manhattan.

Sexually we are heterosexual and monogamous, but quite tolerant of alternative life styles. Some of my NOW colleagues are scornful that I am overly submissive to Dennis, as well as being intolerant of adultery. Dennis is well aware that should I become aware of any such transgression on his part, it is irreconcilable and that he should retain a divorce lawyer immediately.

Dennis has always had a fixation for bondage and has unsuccessfully attempted to persuade me to engage in such activity, my only concession has been to permit him to tie me to the bed and spank me barehanded. I can count on one hand how many times this wish was granted. Our computer is filled with pictures from bondage web sites and numerous bondage DVDs can be found in the house, this doesn’t trouble me in the least.

One day Dennis suggested, in gest I thought, that together we submit to a dominatrix. “I’ll bet you would freak out if another woman spanked you while naked” he remarked. “Dennis I’m not afraid of anything like that, go ahead and find someone who would do such a thing and I’ll do it”, I foolishly replied. Foolish because I have an ingrained tendency not to go back on my word, for example if I make a bet, which if I lostI would run naked in a crowded shopping mall, then I would do just that.

About two weeks later Dennis jolted me with the announcement that he had arranged for a session with a dominatrix, both of us would submit in full view of one another. My immediate reaction was to lambaste the idea, but he disparaged my character, stating that I didn’t have the fortitude to go through with it, along with the honor my promise argument.

However kinky, the idea had a certain appeal; naively I believed that the two of us would be spanked by a dominatrix and nothing further. Thus I agreed to participate in the session, it did trouble me that Dennis refused to divulge any details, such as how he came to meet the dominatrix; all he would offer was that she was an older woman named Mary, with an excellent reputation in the local BDSM community.

Our session was scheduled for 1:00 on a Saturday afternoon. I was quite apprehensive as Dennis drove towards the destination, which was a house in a semi-rural suburban town. My attire was informal, jeans with a green turtle neck sweater, Dennis was in jeans and a sweatshirt. I would soon regret not having attired myself differently.

As we drove I pondered some possibilities. Perhaps we should have notified a trusted friend of our destination, with instructions to search for us if we had not called in by a certain time. Dennis rejected this idea out of hand, calling my fears unfounded.

About ten minutes before arrival the cell rang and Dennis answered. After about thirty seconds of listening but not talking to the caller, he stated, “It is Mistress and she wishes to speak with you”, then handing me the phone.

“You will do precisely as I say, as soon as you enter the kitchen you will drop to your knees and kiss each of my shoes, Dennis has been instructed to do the same-and do not be late”, she decreed before hanging up. The call left me unsettled but Dennis again ridiculed my fears, arguing that such a request is hardly extraordinary for a dominatrix.

We pulled into the driveway of the one story brick home with an attached garage, situated about one hundred yards from the road. Dennis had already instructed me that it was important to address the dominatrix as “Mistress” at all times, and to refrain from speaking unless she granted permission.

We entered the garage through the walk in door, Dennis then knocked on the door leading to the interior. About thirty seconds later the door opened and I caught my first glimpse of Mistress Mary. At once I was alarmed, there was something inherently foreboding about her demeanor. She was at least sixty years old, and 6 foot tall, wearing a pair of stilettos that must have made her five inches taller. Her attire was a black mini skirt with a matching zipped top; topped off by a Lady Gaga Blonde synthetic wig. The vanity of a six foot tall elderly dominatrix, costumed in a mini skirt and outlandish wig, left an indelible impression on my psyche. 

Upon entering the kitchen Dennis dropped to his knees and performed the ritualistic shoe kissing as required. Without saying a word I did likewise. Still not having said a word she directed us to the living room. As we stood side by side, Mistress crossed her arms in front of her and sternly remarked “The slut was instructed to wear a mini skirt or short dress, why has she not done so?”.

“Mistress my husband never informed me of your requirement”, as I cast an exasperating glance at Dennis.

“Is that the case faggot”, she commanded, staring at Dennis.

“Yes Mistress there is no excuse for it”, he whimpered.

“All right slut strip, all your clothes on the couch, I want you in your birthday suit”, she commanded. From this point on I would be referred to simply as “Slut”.

“Yes Mistress”, I replied as I commenced the task of stripping, something I was psychologically prepared for. At this point events started deteriorating as a male, shirtless, in jeans, and wearing a ski mask entered the room. It was clear he was an adult but I couldn’t estimate his age. He was a hulk type, at least 6’5 and 200 pounds.

“What is he doing here”, asked Dennis, in a tone that conveyed both irritation and fear.

“Number one he is here for security, second he will take you to the bedroom and assist in dressing you as a female”, she snapped, clearly angered that Dennis had spoken without permission. Before he could say another word the brute put Dennis in an arm lock and forced him down the hall and out of my sight.

It was apparent that this session would entail more than being spanked while nude. Fleetingly I considered escaping, but realized that the Mistress and her associate could easily overpower us.

After I finished undressing, I was ordered to stand at attention while Mistress sized me up bygroping my boobs and cunt, surprisingly in a rather gentle manner, “My you’re a good looking slut but they tend to be the most difficult to train”, she remarkedbefore cuffing my wrists behind me using a pair of steel handcuffs and attaching a dog collar around my neck. “You look much better” she chuckled, before attaching a six foot leash to the collar.

At this point the sounds of a commotion could be heard. The brute led Dennis into the living room using a leash, similar to my arrangement. Dennis was now handcuffed and costumed as a female; adorned with lipstick, wearing a short black dress, stockings, red heels and a blond wig.

“What is the problem”, Mistress snapped.

“When I touched his cock he started getting hyper”, the brute replied.

Mistress addressing Dennis:“Another homophobe I see, well I hadn’t planned for you to suck cock, but because of your attitude you will do just that”.

Dennis responded, “This wasn’t in the agreement, I want to stop this session and leave immediately”.

Mistress responded by backhanding him across his face, then yanking hard enough on his leash to cause him to tumble to the floor. “Gag him”, she commanded, the brute promptly produced a ball gag and strapped it into place. Brute then yanked him back on his feet and proceeded to massage his cock with his hand. “Your ass belongs to me faggot”, he snarled.“To the basement”, commanded Mistress.

The brute led Dennis by the leash, with Mistress doing the same to me. We gingerly descended the basement stairs where another surprise awaited us. Standing upright, with hands cuffed to an overhead bar, was a nude adult female with impressive boobs. A hood had been put over her face, which served as a blindfold and prevented me from seeing her face. Her ankles were tied together and I assume she was gagged as well.

“Pay no attention to her, she was sent here for training by her husband, as she was unfaithful”, Mistress volunteered, before adding “She looks much too comfortable I have something for that”. That something was to apply a quantity of a menthol gel to the innards of her anal anatomy, using a latex glove. The woman immediately cried in pain, it was now obvious she was gagged as the cries were muffled.

The basement was divided by a wooden partition into two halves, each a separate dungeon. From our half we could not see the woman restrained in the other half. The equipment was similar to what I had seen in bondage photos; an overhead winched cable, a wooden pillory device, along with various bondage implements such as floggers and cuffs.

Dennis was made to kneel on a pillow, with his legs put into the holes of the wooden stock to his rear. His wrists, cuffed in the rear, were connected to the stock in such a manner that he was forced to remain kneeling, unable to move in any direction. Whenthe brute placed a chair in front of Dennis, I knew that forced oral sex was imminent.

The situation was pathetic and my feelings were of revulsion. While angry that Dennis had fallen prey to this pathologically sadistic woman, he didn’t deserve to be forced by another male. I desperately wanted to protest his treatment, but knew if I did that I would be tortured in some way.

In addition I have an aversion to gags, as it would precipitate an acute anxiety episode. Even the fact that I had pre medicated myself with tranquilizers would not offset the reaction. Whether Mistress was aware of this or not I don’t know, however I had no doubt that I would be gagged if I spoke.

Mistress had much more in store for me.  My wrists, cuffed behind me, were attached to the overhead cable and it was winched upwards, leaving me in an uncomfortably cramped position, one which allowed me to observe Dennis. “Are you comfy slut”, she chuckled.

“No Mistress”, I replied, at which point she cranked the winch a few notches higher. She then informed me of the requirement that future oral responses required me to refer myself as slut, “the slut understands Mistress”, I dutifully replied.

Mistress next turned her attention to my boobs, commenting on how well developed they were. She then took a set of nipple clamps, connected by a short chain, attaching one to each nipple. “There that doesn’t hurt does it”, she cooed. Without waiting for my answer she yanked the chain forward causing me to shriek in pain.

She then turned issued orders to Brute to replace the ball gag Dennis was wearing, with a metal dental gag, “We can’t take a chance on him biting down”, she quipped.

MIstress: “Faggot will suck Masters cock until told to stop, if he feels your teeth, or if your effort is unsatisfactory, you and the slut will both be tortured, you will be forced to swallow his load no matter what”.

With that Brute sat on a chair facing Dennis and inserted his cock into his mouth. The oral assault continued for nearly ten minutes, with Mistress assisting by pushing his head forward so that it remained sealed against Brute’sgenitals. It was simply nauseating to watch her gleefully orchestrating the action as Dennis desperatelytried to please him with his tongue. Brute remained masked but I’m certain he was most gratified by the humiliation he was inflicting.

The assault culminated as Brute roared “ramming speed”, with that Mistress vigorously forced his head back and forth and a load of ejaculate was forced into his mouth. Dennis had no choice but to swallow it.

Mistress: “Very good faggot, don’t worry we have much more in store for you and slut”.

Mistress addressing me: “I think it is time for you to get better acquainted with the bitch in the other room”.  I was released from the painful bent over position on the winch and led into the other half of the dungeon.

I was made to kneel on a pillow facing the still hooded female, at preciselythe right height so that my mouth was level with her cunt. A belt was attached around her waist; Mistress then looped my collar chain under her crotch and tied it to the back of the belt. The result was that my face was compressed into her cunt, there was no way could I extricate myself from this arrangement. Dennis remained in the other half of the dungeon and would not witness any of this.

Mistress: “I don’t have to tell you what to do, how long I make you lick her pussy will depend on how vigorously you perform, if your work is adequate I will spare you from licking her asshole which will certainly give you the hots”, a rather sick reference to the menthol cream.

The ten minutes seemed like an eternity, with Mistress constantly berating and prodding me to work harder. It was the most distasteful thing I have ever done, but the thought of licking her menthol coated asshole forced me to work frenetically. Perversely the sounds of the woman, moaning through her gag, were having an erotically pleasing effect on me. It was also obviously having an erotic effect on her as she experienced multiple orgasms. She was a squirter and I ended up with a load of her ejaculate on my face.

“Excellent mouth work, for that I will allow the pleasure of having your asshole licked by this adulterous bitch”, announced Mistress. In short order my wrists were recuffed in front of me and I was blindfolded. The poor woman on the winch was taken down, her hood and gag replaced by a cloth blindfold, and her wrists cuffed behind her.

Our positions were reversed as the woman was made to kneel on the floor, the only difference being that by looping the leash on the front of her collar under my crotch and to my waist belt, her mouth was sealedto my asshole from behind. My wrists were attached to the cable and Mistress cranked it until I was standing on my toes.

Being blindfolded was very intimidating and I would be forced to wear it for the duration of the anal assault. The other woman’s hood and gag were removed, when she was finished with my asshole they would be put back on her. Neither of us would see the others entire face.

The poor woman did her best to please Mistress with her mouthwork, but at least three times I could hear the sound of a whip striking her body followed by a command to perform more vigorously, after each stroke her tongue penetrated deeper into my hole. I considered myself fortunate as the only physical pain inflicted on me so far was from the nipple clamps, but I fully expected that more would be forthcoming, as well as being made to wear a gag.

Finally the woman was allowed to stop. After being gagged and hooded once again, she was reattached to the cable. Mistress removed my blindfold and led me back into the other half of the dungeon.

Dennis was now on his hands and knees on the floor and still in handcuffs; he had no choice as Brute had attached a wooden humbler device to his testicles, making it impossible for him to stand. Not content with that position, Brute made him crawl around the dungeon on his knees, it was obvious he was in great pain as he attempted to do so. Mistress promptly put a stop to it, making him kneel stationary on the floor once again.

Mistress: “Faggot will masturbate himself but will not cum”

Dennis obeyed her command, once again it was pathetic to see my husband, dressed as a female, playing with himself. Mistress made him continue for nearly five minutes, requiring him to make erotic sounds as well. For some strange reason I wanted to giggle as Dennis faked the sounds of erotic pleasure, however I was able to refrain from doing so.

Smiling, with her arms folded, Mistress decreed what was in store for him, “First you will be fitted with a metal chastity device that only I have the key for. It will allow excretory functions but no other uses of your cock, you will wear it for two days before I tell you where the key is hidden”.

Mistress removed the humbler and adroitly attached the chastity device. To further unsettle Dennis she announced, “I had considered leaving the humbler on, taking you to a local gay bar and making you perform on stage, however I have something else planned that will put you on public display”. We both knew than to inquire as to the specifics.

Next a set of locking straps were used to assure that Dennis could not remove his heels. Mistress emphasized that the U shaped portion of the three locks completely recessed into the base, making it impossible to cut the lock. “They have unique keys and no locksmith can duplicate them, not that I would expect you to try” she added.

In what had to be the apogee of her diabolical sadism, Mistress used a super glue adhesive to cement Dennis’ wig into place. She emphasized that the only way to remove it was by using a special dissolvent, which only she possessed of course.

Any attempt by Dennis to remove either the heels or wig would easily be detected. Mistress emphasized that she would personally inspect him in two days, if any tampering had occurred he would be wearing the chastity device for a greatly extended period.Only with the use of the key, as well as the special glue dissolvent, could he transform his appearance back into that of a male.

“Remember faggot don’t try to remove any of these toys”, she cooingly admonished. It was also made clear that he would be required to wear the dress and have fresh lipstick before his genitals would be freed from the metallic contraption.

Brute insisted that he be allowed to inflict some more perversions upon Dennis, he seemed bent on fucking him anally. Strangely enough Mistress wasn’t receptive, reminding him rather curtly that he served at her pleasure and was not expected to make any demands, only to carry out her orders.

Shortly thereafter we were released, our confinement having been for slightly under two hours. The instructions were to be ready for a phone call at precisely 11:00AM on Monday, at which time he would be given instructions on where to go to retrieve the key and dissolvent. Until then Dennis would be forced to remain a transvestite.

As we were leaving the basement dungeon I noticed that the bondage of the other female submissive had been rearranged. She was no longer wearing a hood, but was again blindfolded with a cloth and wearing a ball gag.

Most conspicuously, the humbler used upon Dennis, was now attached horizontally to her breasts and screwed tightly, compressing both of them.In addition it functioned as a serving tray and a glass of liquid was precariously resting on it. She was also wearing a placard around her neck, with “Useless Slut” inscribed upon it.

I foolishly asked Mistress what was to become of her. “She’ll be kept here for another day but we plan to take some pictures of her and sell them to a bondage website, she will also balance the glass for quite a while and will be punished severely if she drops it. Later tonight we will have several guests for a party and she will be serving the drinks from a tray that will be attached to her ”, she replied. We were then quickly ushered out, still I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the woman.

Dennis didn’t say a word during the drive home nor did I attempt any conversation. Upon arriving home he immediately began downing shots of vodka and I don’t enjoy his company when he is intoxicated. An overpowering urge for straight sex had come over me; obviously Dennis could not satisfy this.

Leaving him to wallow in misery alone, I drove to the home of a fellow male faculty member, who had made a pass at me previously. Without any explanation as to my sudden and uncharacteristic desire for extra marital sex, he was quite willing to engage me in both coital and oral sex for nearly an hour.

By the time I returned home Dennis had passed out due to intoxication;fortunately Monday was a holiday, still I had to put up with him for all of Sunday.

On Sunday afternoon I attended a NOW meeting, leaving Dennis home alone. After relating my extra marital encounter from the day before, everyone was supportive of it and encouraged me to make it a habit..

On the way home I stopped at a bar and enjoyed a few mixed drinks, several males attempted to engage me in conversation but none of them appealed to me. My requirements for male companionship are good looks, combined with a higher intellect, everyone there impressed me as the redneck type.

At precisely11:00AM on Monday the phone rang and was answered by Dennis. Mistress directed him to proceed to a local shopping mall, where she would provide him with the key and dissolvent. It was only forty degrees outside, nonetheless Dennis was ordered to wear the sleeveless dress with no coat.

My orders were to accompany him, we were told specifically where to park and which entrance to use. At precisely 11:40AM we would receive another call with further instructions. “Do not be late” warned Mistress.

At precisely 11:40AM the cell rang. The instructions were for Dennis to walk to the food court, mine were to wait for two minutes and enter the mall myself. I would then walk to a certain point in the food court, at no time would I give any indication that I was acquainted with Dennis. Likewise we would leave separately.

It was pathetic to watch Dennis walk across the parking lot in the four inch heels. A person of ordinary intelligence would easily recognize that he was a female impersonator; he could only hope not to encounter someone who knew him personally.

Following the instructions I walked to the edge of the food court, just in time to see Mistress and Dennis entering the ladies restroom together. This would enable Mistress to inspect his wig and chastity device for tampering.

The two emerged from the restroom about two minutes later with Mistress having a seat at one of the tables. Dennis then proceeded to four different tables, with at least one female sitting at each. “Hi I’m Denise”, he recited before moving on to the next table. The reaction of the customers was a mix of annoyance and amusement. Dennis then returned to Mistress’ table and was given an envelope. At this point we departed from the mall being careful to keep our distance from each other.

In the car Dennis opened the envelope, it contained both the key and the dissolvent. He wasn’t smiling but at least he had the means to shed his female costume. The chastity belt, heels, and dress were removed in the car and replaced with an overcoat. Once at home it took nearly an hour to remove the wig and chunks of his natural hair came off as well.

One week later I filed for divorce, citing gross mental and physical cruelty. He was spared the embarrassment of having specifics of his kinky sexual preference enumerated in the papers. Dennis agreed to leave the house pending finalization of the divorce.

Dennis is living with his mother and reportedly carrying on an affair with a localeighteen year old female, whom hemet on collarme.

OUR CONJUGAL VISIT TO A DOMINATRIX Part 2

By LONG TALL MARY

My estrangement from Dennis proved to be a blessing, at least initially. Owing to my good looks and superior intelligence, I had no difficulty finding male companionship; however the majority did not meet my high standards of intellect and sexual prowess.

After about two months of sexual liberation, my sexual desires took a perverse form. Despite the horrific ordeal at the hands of the ultra-sadistic dominatrix Mary, I had a strong urge to engage in heterosexual bondage as a submissive. However, finding a suitable male bondage partner is easier said than done.

In desperation I turned to the Internet, and became a regular in the chat rooms. After posting a profile on Collarme, I quickly became disgusted and deleted it. Before doing so I met one person in the chat room, Larry, age 39, who seemed to have the right combination of intellect and sexual prowess, which I was seeking.

It took one week of Instant Message chatting before I could summon the courage to make voice contact. Since this is essential I went so far as to open a Tracphone account, this would minimize the possibility that he could identify me, should things not work out.

Larry did not come on too strong, in reality I was desperate for bondage sex but conveying that to him would have been a mistake. Instead we chatted for about a week before I felt comfortable enough meeting him in person. He lived about ten miles away and claimed to be a salesperson for an aerospace company.

I tend to form character impressions of someone I’ve never seen, from hearing that person’s voice. At this point we hadn’t exchanged photos, I‘m simply not willing to send mine indiscriminately. His strong masculine voice made a very favorable impression. On the first phone call we agreed to meet at the Carousel Center, the same shopping mall where Dennis had been humiliated by Mistress Mary.

To make things suspenseful we agreed to a blind meet, meaning that we would not exchange photos, but rather physical and clothing descriptions of each other, as well as a precise point within the mall to meet. We had already told each other our real first names.

The meet was set for a Saturday afternoon at 2:00. I would wear a white ribbed turtleneck sweater along with a black mini, however this would be concealed by a full length black leather coat and mid-calf length boots.

As luck would have it we both entered the mall, through the same door simultaneously. We immediately recognized each other, after a quick introduction we continued to the food court, before beginning extended conversation. I was favorably impressed with Larry’s looks, about 5’11 and 170 pounds, brown hair and eyes; he lacked the typical middle aged paunch, consistent with his claim of being an avid jogger.

The discussion centered largely as to my bondage preferences; specifically that I didn’t want to betortured, but enjoyed being tied, humiliated and of course fucked. I was quite emphatic as to my dislike of gags. In what would prove to be a colossal error, I related the joint dominatrix session with my estranged ex, mentioning Mistress Mary by name. Larry seemed to be amused and never mentioned that he was acquainted with Mistress.

Larry was eager to have our first sexual encounter that day. Such quick acceptance would indicate my desperation, so I played hard to get. I suggested possibly Monday evening; it was a holiday for me, and for him to call on Sunday. As expected he called early in the afternoon,it was agreed we would meet Monday at 6:00PM.

During the mall discussion Larry suggested having the encounter at a motel, but after much thought I felt safe enough to have it at my home. This most certainly was a pleasant surprise for Larry. We agreed upon the protocol for the session,thus rather than sit around and chat at the house, the action would commence as soon as he arrived.

When Larry arrived he was carrying the black bag that all doms do; as nudity had been agreed upon, I saw no point wearing an expensiveoutfit; my choice was a sundry short black dress. He immediately commanded me to go to the bathroom, strip to full nudity, and then present myself to him in the bedroom.

Having complied I stood before, him my hands laced behind my head. “You’re a good looking slut but they are the hardest to train”, he remarked. This was the exact phraseology used by Mistress Mary, could this be a coincidence? Larry gave me a full body grope examination including some, not too gentle finger stimulation of my cunt; I was quickly becoming aroused yet harbored a premonition that something was about to go wrong.

I was ordered to kneel on the floor while Larry attached four leather cuffs to the bed posts, it was apparent I would be spread-eagled.To my surprise I was ordered to lie on my stomach, each wrist and ankle was then strapped into a cuff. “I want your ass accessible”, quipped Larry as he gave my ass a hard slap with his hand. “Yes sir but please not a lot of pain”, I replied.

Larry chose to spring the surprise on me at this time. “I’ve invited Mistress Mary to visit, and then you will be transported to her house and have a great time”. “No way, take these cuffs off me you bastard”, I demanded. “It is time for you to wear a gag”, he commanded. I struggled as he forced a ball gag into my mouth and strapped it into place. It prevented intelligible speech but I continued to protest anyway, like my struggles it was to no avail.

To increase my distress I was blindfolded, unable to see or speak, listening as Larry made a terse cell call “The slut is ready for transport”. I knew that Mistress would be arriving soon; in the meantime Larry left me helpless, ignoring me completely. Judging from the sounds he was watching a porno movie on his smart phone, he could at least have had the decency to fuck me.

About fifteen minutes later I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and a door slam. Footsteps could be heard approaching and without saying a word to Larry, Mistress entered the bedroom and removed my blindfold. “It is so good to see you it has been a long time slut”, she announced gleefully.

Mistress paused to bite each of my nipples before continuing with her monolog, “You’re probably wondering why I’m here today, I felt so bad when I heard that your faggot husband left you, that I decided to treat you to a free session at my place, with two dominatrix and a third bitch. Like the bitch that you saw last time this one has been sent by her husband for discipline, so you will be getting quite acquainted with her. You really are one of my favorite sluts and if your behavior is good you will not be subjected to excessive torture”.

Just the fuck what I wanted to hear, it would be a repeat of the previous session, only without a husband forced to be a transvestite. On the other hand it appeared that I had not incurred Mistress disfavor, and perhaps she would make good on her promise not to do any serious harm to me.

Mistress then removed my gag, commenting that I looked good in it and could expect to be wearing it again. “Are you going to cooperate” she asked “Yes Mistress the slut will do as she is told and not speak without permission”, I replied. It was degrading to speak in this manner, but I knew it would influence the way I was treated.

“Very good, usually the best looking sluts are the hardest to train but you seem to be an exception”, prattled Mistress as she once again bit each of my nipples.

The leather cuffs were removed and I was allowed to cover myself with a sweater coat, before putting on a pair of booties. Considering that it was thirty degrees outdoors, this was an act of magnanimity on her part.  Mistress then cuffed my wrists behind me using steel cuffs and attached a rope leash around my neck.

There was no communication between Mistress and Larry, they left the house together and it was uncertain if he would play any further role in the session. Mistress led me by the leash to her Ford Transit Connect van parked in the driveway. Before being placed inside a leather blindfold was put on me, it apparently satisfied one of Mistress numerous kinky fetishes, as I already knew where I was being taken.

I was ordered to sit on the floor below the front passenger seat, with my head facing the rear seat. Mistress cranked up the volume on the radio as she drove, I distinctly recall it was the Sirius XM oldies channel and that “Run around Sue” was one of the songs played. She had already warned me not to speak, not that the music wouldn’t have drowned out anything I said.

Upon arriving at Mistress’ home the blindfold was removed and once again I was led by the rope leash, to the basement dungeon. There I caught my first glimpse of “the other slut”, she was not blindfolded so I was able to form some impressions.

The woman was at least fifty years old, an artificial blond, about 5’10 and full figured, but not excessively overweight. Her breasts were somewhat sagging but her tits were perky. Topless and minus panties, she was attired in black stockings with a matching garter belt, and black pumps.

She was standing with her wrists tied with ropein the front, and attached to an overhead bar. Her ankles were bound together with rope; a large red ball gag kept her silent. As Mistress had a propensity for restrictive and painful restraints, as well as nudity, I had to wonder why this woman was being treated differently.

Once again, however naively, I felt sorry for the woman. It was clear from her demeanor she was terrified and was probably her first bondage venture. Mistress would refer to her as “Tramp” and volunteered that she had been tricked into visiting Mistress, on the pretense of marital counseling. It seems she had a onetime affair with another male and foolishly confessed this to her husband.

At this time I was introduced to Mistress Claire, another 5’10 full figured brunette, who appeared to be in her fifties. Like Mistress Mary, she wore a whorish looking blond wig. Claire did not respond verbally to the intro, instead she gave me a hostile stare. The fear that Claire might be more diabolically sadistic than Mary entered my mind.

Mistress Mary wasted no time in getting down to business. My handcuffs, coat and booties were removed and I was ordered to sit in a chair contraption, whose purpose was quickly apparent. It was a high chair with a hole in the seat, just large enough to accommodate a human head.

The person on the bottom sat with legs underneath the seat, with their head locked into the seat by means of a gate, which could be opened, then locked shut. Tramp was released from the overhead, her wrists cuffed behind her, her legs placed under the seatand bound to the rear legs of the chair.

Her head was then locked into place, this had the effect of forcing her face into my cunt, with no more than four inches of play in either direction. My wrists were cuffed behind me to the chair frame, thus I would be the passive recipient of cunnilingus for an extended period.

Claire spoke for the first time, commanding Tramp to begin pleasuring my cunt with her tongue; this was to be for at least thirty minutes. If her performance was less than diligent she could expect to be tortured in an unspecified manner. Mistress Mary, whom I will refer to as simply Mistress, made me wear the ball gag again, “I love the erotic sounds of a gagged slut in heat”, she chortled.

To her credit Tramp performed diligently as I experienced numerous orgasms, with my gagged sounds most certainly pleasing Mistress. I still felt sorry for the woman, and tried to avoid looking directly at her. She just didn’t seem to be cut out for this type of sex.

With the marathon cunilingus session complete, Claire took charge and announced what was in store for us. We would be transported to a bar in a rural area, where some type of fund raiser would be taking place. Guests would pay a fifty dollar admission fee which included various sexual acts by an unspecified number of actors including Tramp, and of course myself.

We would be required to dance on stage, then to the two highest bidders, provide a blow job to each. While I had no doubt as to my ability to command male attention due to my age and hot body, I wondered if Tramp would fare as well.

Mistress wasted no time in prepping us for transport. To my chagrin Mistress decreed my long brown hair would be cut short and I would be fitted with a blond wig. Sensing my anger Mistress warned that if I exhibited a poor attitude, the wig would be glued into place, just as she had done with Dennis. Tramp’s blond wig was replaced with another wig of the same color but far more whorish looking.

Claire performed the hair cutting as I remained handcuffed to the oral sex chair. Noting my pussy was sporting a full mound, Claire was ordered to shave it off. I was then released from the chair and dressed similar to Tramp, with garter belt, stockings and pumps.

Next we were both ordered to wear black fishnetdresses, once on stage these would be removed and we would perform without panties. We were both made to wear leather collars and were not allowed to wear a coat.

Knowing the preferences of Mistress meant that we would be restrained. She did not disappoint me, as a leather belt was encircled around each of our waists, and our wrists cuffed to a ring on the front of the belt. This was far more comfortable than being cuffed in the rear. I was further surprised when Mistress told us we would be blindfolded, but not gagged, during transport.

Mistress attached a chain leash to my collar and led me to her van parked in the driveway; Claire did likewise with Tramp. After being placed in the cargo hold on opposite sides, some type of cable was used to attach our belts to the wall of the van; this prevented any moving about on our part. We were then blindfolded.

The blindfolds were purely for spite, as due to the configuration of the van it was impossible to know what route we were taking. I desperately wanted to communicate with Tramp, as I could appreciate the anguish she was experiencing. Any oral conversation would be immediately punished, but at least if we could see each other, it might be of comfort to her.

For the next hour I tried to concentrate on the positive, or should I say least negative, aspects of what was happening. Neither of us had been subjected to severe pain, despite the humiliation of performing in a bar full of strangers, I expected Mistress would release us by the end of the night. Being forced to dance and perform oral sex wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me, although the ability of Tramp to endure these indignities was questionable.

Upon reaching our destination, Mistress removed our blindfolds, but our wrists were cuffed to the rear. “Men enjoy seeing women in handcuffs especially behind”, opined Mistress.

Once again we were led on leashes inside the bar, through the back door. It was apparent that Mistress didn’t want us to know what bar we were at. Quickly enough we found ourselves on a stage facing klieg lights. The crowd was a diverse lot, it was ninety per cent male, yet it didn’t seem the audience was predominantly biker, or any other characterization. The crowd immediately roared with applause as we were led on stage.

Mistress took the microphone, introduced us as Slut and Tramp,then announced that we would be dancing on stage, after which bids would be taken to determine who would be allowed to engage in oral sex with us. Mistress had already warned us that if our dance performance was unsatisfactory, we would both be whipped onstage, certainly to the liking of the crowd.

Mistress, microphone in hand, hammed it up for the crowd. “I think these Tramp and Slut are overdressed don’t you”. The audience responded with a resounding yes vote. Mistress then took a pair of scissors and cut off our cheap fishnet dresses. We were now wearing only garters, stockings and pumps. “I just shaved Slut’s pussy earlier”, Mistress quipped, neglecting to explain why Tramp still had a full mound.

Dancing with your wrists cuffed behind you is no easy task, but as disco music blared from the speakers, we both performed to the best of our abilities. Evidently it was satisfactory, as we were not whipped.

In my opinion Tramp seemed to be performing poorly, yet the crowd roared in applause. The bid figures were tallied and each of us was assigned a male to service orally. The winning bids were two hundred dollars, one hundred per customer. Our wrists remained cuffed behind us; the male had discretion as to whether we would swallow their ejaculate.

Two chairs were placed on the stage, one for each male, they were required to wear ski masks, presumably to prevent us from identifying them. The bright stage lights made it very difficult for us to recognize anyone in the audience.

Tramp and I were ordered to kneel in front of our customers, with her wrists still cuffed it was to be a hands free blow job. My customer was an older fat male, his wilted cock was not more than five inches in length; Tramp would be servicing a younger, athletic looking male, and clearly more endowed genital wise.

It took about five minutes for me to bring my man to climax, as ordered I retained the ejaculate in my mouth; Tramp seemed to having a hard time bringing her man to climax, I was very concerned that Mistress would begin flogging her on stage.

Once again Mistress took the microphone and addressed the crowd, “Should slut be made to swallow the load”, the vote was overwhelmingly for swallowing and I promptly did so. Fortunately Tramp was able to bring her man to climax; Mistress once again polled the crowd and the vote was for swallowing. Tramp complied after which Mistress directed the audience to “give the two sluts a big hand”.

The applause was tumultuous and there were calls for “more, more”, however Mistress informed the audience that our performance was finished, country and western music began blasting over the sound system.

Once again we were led by our leashes to the van and placed in the cargo hold. At this point Claire took charge. “Both of your performances onstage were disgusting, I should have whipped you right then, but I have other plans for you that you won’t like”, she proclaimed. The first part of the plan was to connect our cuffed wrists to the rear of our collars, assuring maximal discomfort during transport.

Claire continued, speaking directly to me, that I was now her property and would be spending the night at her house, Tramp’s fate was not addressed. “If you think Mistress Mary was mean you will soon think elsewise”. I was now reduced to begging, “Mistress Mary slut has performed the best she couldand isn’t deserving of punishment”. She simply ignored my protest while Claire put our blindfolds back on.

After being warned not to speak, the rear door was slammed shut and the van drove off into the night. Since the van was equipped with an intercom between the passenger and cargo sections I knew better than to speak.

It took nearly an hour before arriving at Claire’s home. The rear door was opened, and without saying a word I was roughly dragged out and walked for a short distance into a strange house. At this time my blindfold was removed, it was just Claire and I, the van containing Tramp drove off.

My solo ordeal at the hands of the malevolent Claire was about to begin.

END Part 2

OUR CONJUGAL VISIT TO A DOMINATRIX Part 3

By Long Tall Mary

It had been nearly two hours since my arrival at Claire’s, and Iwas teetering on the verge of emotional collapse. Claire made Mistress Mary seem like a Sunday school teacher.

I was restrained in a high backed wooden chair in Claire’s bedroom; it looked like it might have once been used as the electric chair at Sing Sing. Completely naked, leather straps attached my wrists and elbows to the arms of the chair, along with my ankles to the legs of the chair. This was complemented by two leather belts which encircled my upper body and attached it to the back of the chair. My leather collar was replaced with an equally uncomfortable metallic device.

It was the tightest bondage ever for me; the only consolation was I was not wearing the dreaded gag, at least for now. Claire issued two edicts; first off I would be staying overnight, second that I would become a permanent blond.

Once again it was time for her to play hair stylist as she shaved off what little brown hair that remained. I was then fitted with a short blond wig, this was glued into place. If I tore it off I would be bald, so realistically I had no choice but to wear it indefinitely. Trying to explain to my friends the reason for being transformed into a blond would not be easy.

Claire had announced that I would be forced to participate in a video, which she planned to sell to a bondage web site; this would consist of painful fisting. “The money will help to pay the rent, since you’re not providing any tribute for this session”, she added.

I then begged her to spare me the torture, that I was quite willing to pay a generous tribute. “You were not given permission to speak”, she snappedbefore attaching a clamp to each nipple, then yanking the connecting chain back and forth several times causing me to scream in pain.

Desperately I pleaded, “Mistress the slut requests permission to speak”. “Permission denied”, was her response, a dildo gag was then put in my mouth and strapped in place. It consisted of a four inch long leather cock, attached to a muzzle, which strapped into place over and around the head. “That should keep you quiet, the video will begin in a few minutes”. The leather cock portion had a distinctly unpleasant taste to it.

At that time Claire’s cell rang and after a brief conversation it was apparent that she had received bad news. She walked out of the room, a look of disgust about her, leaving me bound to the chair. I was in a state of high anxiety as I pondered what would happen next.

Claire remained away for nearly fifteen minutes, at which time I heard a vehicle pulling up and a door slam. Two minutes later Mistress Mary, along with Claire, entered the room. “There has been a change of plans you are going back to my house”, announced Mary. With no further explanation I was released from the chair, ordered to put on my sweater coat and booties, and thenput in handcuffs once again.

Mistress Mary led me to her van where I was again ordered to sit on the floor of the front passenger side of the van; Claire would not be accompanying us. As she drove off Mary offered her first explanation as to the change of plans.

“You are my favorite slut and when I heard Claire planned to use you for a fisting video I decided not to permit it, instead you will remain at my house overnight and I have other uses for you in mind, you are still my property and don’t forget that”. I knew better than to inquire as to the specifics.

“Thank you Mistress”, I humbly replied, then added “May I ask what happened to Tramp”. Mistress seemed annoyed over my continuing concern about her, before replying that “Tramp became disrespectful when I was taking her home and was to be released to her husband tonight, however she will be spending an extra night with me and suffer additional punishment”. 

Perversely I was starting to view Mistress in a more benevolent light. Despite her visceral sadism, she exuded kinky sexuality in her demeanor, both in appearance and speech. By contrast Claire was lacking in both respects, she dressed in a non-provocative manner, spoke in a monotone and lacked Mary’s sarcastic glibness. The fact that I was completely obedient and spoke to Mary with absolute respect, no doubt influenced her decision to spare me from Claire’s malevolence.

The mercurial personality of Mistress then surfaced. “You are a smug and conniving slut. You are convinced because of your intelligence and good looks that you can manipulate me into treating you leniently, but I am not fooled in the least. You need to be taught respect, I should have left with you Mistress Claire”.

My reaction was one of bewilderment. I had played her game and now she was casting aspersions upon my character and motives. Who in their right mind wouldn’t try to avoid incurring Mistress’ disfavor.

Mistress had more to say, “Your solicitude for Tramp is misplaced. She is not an innocent and naïve housewife, for years she denied her husband sex and nearly forced him into bankruptcy due to reckless gambling. Tramp lacks your sex appeal and smugness, but is a reprehensible character and deserving of severe punishment. Unfortunately her husband has imposed certain restrictions on how I can punish her”.

I remained silent, knowing that regardless of what I said, it would not mitigate the punishment that would soon be inflicted upon me. The van pulled into Mistress driveway, after slamming the driver’s door shut she opened the passenger door, a rope leash was once again put around my neck and I was roughly led to the basement.

In quick order I was blindfolded and strapped, bent over on a saw horse like device, with my ass protruding high in the air. Tramp was locked in a cage on the far side of the room. Mistress then took a cane and delivered at least twenty painful strokes to my buttocks, varying the intensity and timing of each stroke.

She then used a riding crop to deliver about eight strokes to my cunt, it was the most painful experience in my life and I was unable to avoid screaming. This elicited a smile from Mistress, with the remark“you will be sore and blistered for days to come”.

I was left strapped to the bench to wallow in misery,this was compounded as I was left blindfolded, with no way of knowing what Mistress would do next. From the far side of the room I could hear Tramp screaming, judging from the fact that I did not hear the sounds of whipping, I suspect Mistress was torturing her tits by means of clamps and a chain.

Nearly a half hour passed in quietude, during this period I remained blindfolded and strapped to the saw horse, Tramp was removed from the cage and taken somewhere. Suddenly Mistress appeared; I was released from the saw horse and the blindfold removed, but was immediately locked in the cage, previously occupied by Tramp, I was not about to inquire as to what had become of her.

Mistress then dropped a bombshell. “Your faggot husband will be brought here this evening and the two of you will reconcile your differences”, she announced. This was too much, my protest was immediate and vehement, I wanted nothing to do with him.

“If you refuse reconciliation I will consider selling both of you, if you think this isn’t possible then you have another thing coming”, was her testy reply.

NARRATED BY MISTRESS MARY:

Actually my threat of selling them was unrealistic. They were both well established in the community and their disappearances would trigger an investigation. From the standpoint of market appeal, it was minimal for Dennis; Rebecca could probably be put to work as a hooker in the southwestern United States. Recently I consummated a similar sale of another female; however she had no friends or relatives and her disappearance went unnoticed.

It had come to my attention that Dennis planned to have a date, with a female bondage submissive, about 5:00PM. The sub is under contract to me and reported the planned visit immediately. When Dennis arrived at her house he would be overpowered by one of my male associates, and then transported to my dungeon.

My tentative plans were to force him to once again dress as a transvestite, and provide sexual service to my associates. Both Rebecca and Dennis would be subjected to various humiliations and punishments; I was confident that she would see fit to reconcile their differences.

Despite my sadistic temperament I have a jaundiced view of marital dissolution. Rebecca’s reason for leaving her husband went against my grain, and for some reason the thought of the smug slut seducing other males, increased my animosity towards her. I will continue to refer to Rebecca and Dennis, as Slut, and Faggot, respectively.

Faggot was not due to be brought to my house until 6:00PM, and having tavern business to attend to during the day, this required someone to monitor Slut during my absence. My associate, Mistress Linn, was assigned the task, in return she would be allowed tosexually enjoy Slut later in the evening.

Slut was transferred to my holding cell, which is an authentic replica of a jail cell, the only furnishings being a mattress and a floor toilet. The later was installed only recently by a plumber, it was no longer necessary to use buckets to dispose of excrement.

It was exasperating to listen to Slut continue to protest the forced meeting with her estranged husband. My response was to tightly ball gag her, cuff her wrists to the rear, and connect them to the rear of her collar. The cell is equipped with a seven foot chain, padlocked to a bolt on the concrete floor. This was padlocked to the rear of her collar.

Her bondage was most restrictive and Linn was instructed to remove the gag and wrist restraints after about two hours, provided Slut’s behavior was acceptable. If she continued to be defiant, the bondage would be reinstated, accompanied by a severe flogging. Slut would remain chained to the floor at all times, preventing her from escaping the cell.

Upon my return home about 4:00PM, I found Linn in the living room, Slut was visible over the CCTV, sitting forlornly on the mattress. Linn reported she had been obedient and consequently her only restraints were the collar and chain.

To prep Slut for Faggot’s arrival, she was removed from the cell and forced to kneel on a foam pad, placed upon the carpeted floor. Her wrists were cuffed to the front with leather cuffs, and then attached to the front of her collar, forcing her to remain in a prayer like position.

This was complimented by leather ankle cuffs, attached to rings on the floor. I then directed Linn to perform some special rope work upon Slut, something at which she is very proficient. A coil of rope was fastened around her waist, with the ends looped underneath and between her legs, then tied to the same rings as the ankle cuffs. The result was a painfully tight crotch tie that left Slut arced slightly to the rear, and unable to move in either direction.

It was time to terrify Slut even more. I displayed my branding iron, explaining to her that I frequently use it upon sluts before they are sold. My presentation had the intended effect of causing her to beg for mercy.

Slut was then issued precise instructions as to what to say upon Faggot’s arrival. She would implore him to forgive her indiscretions and to end their estrangement; in addition she would perform oral sex upon him immediately. I informed her that the branding iron would be heated up and whether or not she would be branded, would depend upon her performance.

NARATTION BY REBECCA:

My restraint position was extremely uncomfortable, but it would be worth it if Dennis and I were released without being tortured. After kneeling in the position for nearly twenty minutes, I heard the sound of a commotion on the stairwell. Dennis had arrived and was not submitting peacefully.

Dennis was brought down the stairs in handcuffs and wearing a ball gag, at least he was attired in male clothes. His captor was the same thug, I simply refer to him as Brute, who had tortured Dennis at our first session. This time he was not wearing a ski mask but his demeanor was very intimidating, to say the least.

“What is the problem”, Mistress demanded as she stared at Brute. “He doesn’t like being abducted”, Brute replied sarcastically. “All right take him to the other room and dress him up as a woman”, before Brute could comply Mistress displayed the branding iron and held it up to my boob. “If you don’t want to see the slut branded then you will cooperate with us, if not then you’ll be branded as well”, at this point Dennis abandoned his futile struggles and was led away by Brute.

When Brute returned ten minutes later Dennis had once again been transformed into a female with the short black dress, stockings, heels blond wig, lipstick and atrocious make up. He was still handcuffed and ball gagged, Brute led him with a chain leash wrapped around his neck.

Mistress then announced our fate. We would both be taken to a downtown lesbian nightclub and made to perform on stage; it just happened to be amateur night at the club. If our performance was satisfactory we would both be released, with no further torture and Dennis would be allowed to shed his costume.

I was released from my restraints and allowed to put on a short black dress, similar to Dennis’. While I fully expected Mistress would install a chastity device on him, she surprised me by instead using a new torture device. This was a stun belt; I had seen one on a TV show being used to control a prisoner. The leather belt was encircled around his waist and locked into place.

It was a relief to be free of the painful restraints, however it was somewhat of a letdown in that I expected to perform oral sex on Dennis. Now we would be both be subjected to humiliation at a nightclub and I feared someone might recognize me, even with my wig. Mistress must have sensed my apprehension, as she assured me that I would not be addressed as Rebecca, only as “Slut”, and Dennis as “Denise”.

“Any disobedience on your part, or sluts for that matter, and this is what will happen”, she then pressed the button on a remote control device causing Dennis to slump to the floor in pain. “Get up faggot or I’ll shock you again”, she commanded. Brute took the opportunity to lift Dennis to his feet, gripping his cock in the process. “Keep your hands off his cock”, snapped Mistress; it was unclear whether she was angry with Brute or using some psychological ploy.

Mistress then removed his handcuffs, Dennis was in no position to resist. She then took a four foot long piece of chain, padlocked one end to Dennis’ collar, and the other end to mine. “You two are inseparable” she chortled.

She then issued orders; both of us would be placed in the rear of the van, with Brute riding shotgun. Neither of us would be allowed to speak to, or to embrace one another. At the nightclub we would perform as directed, but she was not specific as to what this would entail. Then my mouth got me in trouble as I blurted “Tell Brute to keep his hands off my husband’s cock”.

Instantly Dennis was shocked again and again fell to the floor. In what can only be described as surreal, I had to fall to the floor with him to keep from being strangled, prompting Mistress to bark “You stupid slut, from now on any time you speak without permission the same thing will happen, unfortunately I only have one stun belt or you would be wearing one”. I wanted to apologize to Dennis, and demand that I be punished instead, but knew better than to say another word.

We were then led by Mistress, using a single leash connected to our collar chain, to the van and placed in the cargo hold. We sat side by side, separated by the four foot wide chain. The van then drove off, with Brute sitting in the love seat. Much to my surprise he made no attempt to molest either of us during transport.

I desperately wanted to be tied and fucked by a male, since being abducted my only sex was being forced to give a blow job to a low life male on the stage of some redneck bar, along withbeing the passive recipient of cunnilingus performed by another female; my jaw ached from the oversized ball gag, and my ass still burned from the brutal caning;it would be sore for days to come.

My expectation was that I would be forced to be perform some type of sex with females, on the stage of the lesbian night club. The diabolical sadism of Mistress knew no limits. It was especially painful to not be able to embrace or talk with Dennis during the trip.

After what seemed eternity, the van pulled into the parking lot of the night club. Still not knowing what act we would be performing, Mistress used the leash to walk us in the front door; we were still connected together with another chain. Brute remained outside.

There were at least thirty people inside, and the spectacle of two people being led across the floor in chains, could and did not escape notice. Mistress led us directly to the empty stage; the regular show wasn’t set to begin for another hour.

Once again Mistress demonstrated her talent as an announcer, as she took the microphone and introduced us as Slut and Denise, for the time being Dennis was officially a female. We were then ordered to both kneel on our hands and knees, on the stage. Mistress then produced two rawhide dog bones and tossed them about twenty feet to the rear of the stage.

With flogger in hand, Mistress ordered us to crawl on all fours, pick up the dog bones with our mouths and avoid touching them with our hands. We would then crawl back to the front of the stage, Mistress seemed jovial as she announced to the crowd that each of us would be flogged, should we deviate from her orders; she didn’t tell the crowd that Dennis would be shocked as well.

We both performed the inane act to her satisfaction and were made to kneel facing the crowd, holding the bones in our mouth. There were no blinding lights on the stage and I was somewhat relieved not to recognize anyone in the crowd.

After being permitted to drop the bones, we were made to bark, both separately and in unison, for nearly five minutes, as the crowd roared with laughter. For the finale we were ordered to stand, Mistress then commanded, “Denise hike your dress and display your cunt”. Dennis obeyed, confirming what everyone must have known, that he was a female impersonator.

This didn’t seem to go over too well with the crowd, at least there was no applause. One dykish type yelled out “we don’t allow men at this bar”. “Fuck you cunt, are you having a rough period”, Mistress retorted. Without further ado we were led back to the van. The whole degrading act had taken less than ten minutes.

It seemed too good to be true in that we were not forced to have sex inside, it was further encouraging to note than Brute was nowhere in sight. We were not further restrained and told to sit in the same manner as earlier.

Then out of nowhere Larry, my abductor, appeared and hopped in the rear with us, while Mistress drove off. Over the intercom Mistress announced that Larry could use me in any way that he saw fit. I fully expected to be handcuffed and gagged again, but much to my surprise Larry announced that I would be cunt fucked in the presence of my husband, who was still chained to my collar.

Perversely I did want to be fucked in bondage, but only while tied up, and certainly not with Dennis present. I wasn’t about to make my preferences known, my mouth had gotten Dennis shocked once and Mistress no doubt would enjoy doing so again.

To fuck me without removing the chain required a rather unorthodox position. After being allowed to shed my dress, both Dennis and I had to lie on our backs, my legs spread, with a pillow used to prop up my ass. This was facilitated by a mattress which had been placed on the floor of the van.

By this time Dennis was desensitized to any sexual violence, but to taunt and further degrade him Larry asked, “Would you like me to jerk you off first by hand”. Dennis meekly replied “no”. He was then ordered to begin doing so himself, under threat of being shocked if he refused.

It was disgusting to see him treated like this, in addition he was ordered to make erotic sounds as he masturbated himself. Larry then quickly got down to business with me, and began cunt fucking me. It was readily apparent he did not meet my standards of sexual prowess; his size and rigidity were marginal at best.

Commenting on his inadequacies was out of the question, so I had no choice but to bear the revolting situation until he climaxed. Listening to Dennis making forced erotic sounds further detracted from what little pleasure I was experiencing. He finally climaxed in less than five minutes and then ordered Dennis to do the same.

I only managed to experience a single orgasm, ordinarily I am multi-orgasmic. It was necessary to feign eroticism for fear of Larry doing violence to either Dennis or myself. Fortunately at this time the van pulled into Mistress’ drive and the rape session came to an end.

Larry disappeared as suddenly as he had first appeared at the night club, and none too soon. Mistress led Dennis and myself down to the basement, where we received a welcome surprise; both of us were allowed to dress and leave. Dennis was allowed to change back into male attire and Mistress provided me with a special dissolvent, should I wish to shed my blond wig. “I will not charge for today’s session”, she added wryly.

We were told to wait in the garage and a limousine would transport us to our home. While about to leave I observed Linn, Mistress’ associate, securing a hooded and naked female to the overhead in the adjoining dungeon room; Mistress seemed to have no shortage of clientele. My impulse was to inquire as to why she been sent for bondage, but I quickly stopped myself.  Mistress, ever vigilant, observed my reaction and smiled, the first time I ever saw her do so when not inflicting pain on someone.

About five minutes later the limo pulled into the driveway. An effeminate male in a tuxedo exited the vehicle and introduced himself as Jeff. After we were seated in the rear Jeff drove off and I immediately embraced Dennis, assuring him that I was willing to reconcile and that we could work things out; his response was positive.

Fifteen minutes later the limo pulled into our driveway, Jeff opened the passenger door and wished us well as we exited. The process of healing our relationship was off to a good start.

END PART 3