Prologue

My wife's eight years younger than I am so you could say I was a cradle robber but we've been in love since we met in our twenties. Paula's introduction into bondage had started while we dating. I had brought it up in conversation and as the interest grew had shown her my small collection of toys and magazines. Most of the magazines were geared towards the female persuasion which I thoroughly enjoy. Over time she helped craft several of her bondage sessions we did from the pictures within. I also had several magazines with women dominating their male subs with all types of torture including cbt, spanking; sucking the proffered dildo and driving home. For many years bondage was a mutual thing between us; with her playing the sub much more often than dominate because she doesn't share my desire to be a dominate mistress. For her the real turn on was the unexpected twist of those very sensitive parts. I enjoyed building her to multiple orgasms with toys or my cunning tongue then completing the task by driving home "the real thing" as she says while she was very immobile and out of control; something I enjoy as well. Over the course of time however things changed as they always do. She still enjoys our making love with all its passion in the moment but her desire for the bondage play has dampened time and "the change" which leaves me to the off moment when she's gone and all's quite at home. When I play alone she'd normally make checks on me for safety reasons and the occasional ass slap or ride.

Chapter 1, The Appetizer

It was the last Saturday in March; during the day my wife Paula and I (Jack) had cleaned the front yard flower beds of winter foliage, while working we visited with our new neighbor Jill from across the street, she and her husband John had moved in a week ago. She told us she had previous been a manager for a large catering service and liked to be in charge; or so she said. Her husband was an over the road trucker and had just left for a 3 day run. Jill and my wife chatted quite a while as I worked at moving the debris and hauling it off. She had a nice slim athletic figure for a 30 something with no kids but I noticed her more for the big tits, cute firm ass and shoulder length wavy red hair. She and her husband were just getting settled in but you could tell from her tone she was aggravated with men in general and her husband in particular for not finishing the unpacking before hitting the road. There was a lot work undone when he left including moving boxes, setting up furniture, and turning on the cable service. She left as we completed the front flower bed work. My wife said later she thought Jill was a nice person mentioned seeing her later on.

That Sunday afternoon was cloudy with the look of rain coming in. The wife had left at 12:30 pm to go shopping at the Mall and some boutique shops with a couple of her girl friends and would be gone for hours. We live in a rural area away from the big city and the Mall was over an hour drive away. While she was away I was going to enjoy having the house to myself. I turned on the kitchen computer and visited several BDSM websites to which I subscribe, in the process I got some new ideas to try out. For a mental picture – I'm a man in my late forties, still physically fit, 5'9" and 165 lbs, with light brown hair and blue eyes. I've enjoyed bondage and self bondage all of my adult life amassing a collection of gear including leather straps, cuffs, blindfolds & ball gags, nipple clamps, dildos, male chastity devises, spreader bars, butt plugs and of course ice locks. The collection also held my newest purchase, a lace-able bondage hood with a snap on blindfold & penis gag that had yet to be tried out in its official capacity. With a back round in electronics and my hobby of woodworking I've also build several items and pieces of furniture that are big bucks over the internet.

On this particular afternoon I wanted to start the session by cleaning the bowels with an enema but done with a twist. Using a drawing and instructions for "Bent over blues" on the AnnaBound ™ website as the reference I grabbed the basic bondage duffle bag from the basement bondage storage closet while heading to our secondary bathroom on the main floor, dropping it off. I stopped by the kitchen and the left an old bondage story I had written on the table for my wife. It's my insurance policy incase I was still stuck when she made it home; she knows to start looking for me. The story was written during the beginning of our bondage experiences, when the passion and fun had just blossomed. The story was called "The Male BDSM Menu". It really a collection of short story scenarios that I had put together as a menu for her from viewed shoots or pictures seen dealing with bondage and discipline of a male sub by his stern mistress. While not her style, my wife enjoyed gathering select ideas from it for use when it was my turn as the sub.

Going out to the detached garage I got the spare adjustable shower curtain rod, and then returned to the kitchen and grabbed the roll of duck tape from the drawer and a small bag of uncooked rice from the canister. Last to the freezer it retrieve two paper cup string ice timers set there the night before, one full with the string & key frozen inside the second half full with a only a string, returning to the bathroom. Once there I removed my cloths from the morning's work around the yard and used the toilet. Since the time with my wife I've always shaved the cock and balls area for such occasions, so I brought the duffle bag close and began to setup.

The enema bag was filled with very warm water and attached to the shower rod. The enema hose was tied to the shower control handle and clamped by a cloths pin very close by. The cloth pin had a string attached for later use. The enema hose ran on down to the floor and had a nipple to accept the inflatable enema plug tube. The string with the key frozen inside was tied to the shower curtain rod roughly midway across so the key would be available when it melted roughly 60 minutes later.

Next an adjustable shower curtain bar went over top of the shower wall enclosure and was tightened against the sheetrock so that it wouldn't budge; this was centered in the middle of shower stall - front to back. I put a coil of 1/4 inch nylon rope around the center shower bar and let it hang down to the floor; this would later be tied around my waist and back though the crotch with knots to ensure the enema plug couldn't be taken out then back to the rope hanging down. My hope was that it would also keep me from falling down before the key dropped. I adjusted the Waterpic ® shower head for a tight pulsing concentrated spray normally used for loosening tight/sore muscles, adjusting the mounting arm all the way down so it would be within a few feet of my exposed ass. A 3 lb workout weight was set upright on the edge of soap dish by the front of the shower with a string was tied both to the shower control valve and the weight with the additional string left to be later be tied to the main waist rope. The second smaller ice timer was tied shower curtain at the front of the stall and another 3 lb workout weight hanging down at about 4 feet off the floor; the cloth pin string from the enema hose was tied to the weight so when it dropped the enema would start. The shower control valve had been intentionally clocked to the 10:00 position previously; with the valve turning CCW so full on hot would be the 6:00 position. This type of shower valve has an anti-scald feature so hopefully no permanent damage would occur. If the weight from the shower control valve dropped first the enema would start at the same time as the shower. Once things were setup I was ready to work on myself.

It had just turned 1:30pm when I started, tying the base of my still flaccid cock and balls with light weight cord, wrapping many multiple turns around each, eventually tying the still slightly limp cock to the balls so that a hard on would be impossible (although it was already trying). This also would keep me from trying to jack off during the later processes; there was a little cord left over from the balls to be used later. The idea had come from Men in Pain website photos. Next the duck tape was scattered with uncooked rice and put on the balls of both feet. I attached leather leg and wrist cuffs, then attached the smaller adjustable spreader bar to the ankle cuff on one side, adding a 3 link chain to attach the wrist cuffs later using one padlock. Because of the tight space inside the shower a thigh spreader was used that was 18 inches long. Bending over I lubricated the inflatable enema plug, stuck it in place and slowly sat down on the stool, once pushed inside after several tries it was inflated with the attached bulb 3 pumps. Boy it felt like a big load pushing around inside my ass! That accomplished I grabbed the Clovis nipple clamps which included a chain and 8 oz lead weight still attached so I put them on each nipple adjusting them so they wouldn't come off easily. I buckled in the ball gag with a chin strap and tightened it so much that pushing it out wasn't a real possibility followed by a lock for good measure. For additional measure ear plugs were put in so I couldn't hear the outside world; in reality this only reduced the overall noise level of screams, but I didn't care. I turned on the exhaust fan and looked in the bathroom mirror. I could envision myself as a sub ready to be worked over by his cruel mistress; getting tied on a platform with her standing over me with her horse whip in hand ready for use.

Getting in the shower I added an empty half gallon cleaning bucket use in the bathroom to the left over string tied around my cock and balls, this was dangling about a foot off the floor this would eventually fill with water from the shower that sure to come. When full it would weigh ~ 6 lbs.; the idea had come from another scenario on the AnnaBound ™ website. The last items and locks were placed on the shower floor. I'm really starting to get excited as could be seen by the light blue color of the cock & balls after being tied several minutes. With the ice timers already starting to melt it was time to get the punishment started.

I began by tying the waist rope loosely around while standing up, then once knotted ran it through the crotch and back to the main rope hanging down. Next the string from the shower valve weight, adjusting slightly so it was in location when bent over but not tripping anything early. The tubes were connected between the enema bag and the plug. Then I tied a black bandana as a blindfold (not wanting to rune the leather one with water). I bent over, finding my waist rope snitched up pulling on the crotch rope and burying the enema plug deeper up my ass; while accidental I expected any cruel mistress would do the same so I left it alone. Last the opposite side of the spreader bar, the three link chain and locks to keep everything in place. I made a mental inventory to see if something that was missed that might leave me stuck but couldn't think of it for pure excitement, so I attached the lock to my left wrist cuff then the right, delighted that my bondage planning was done and the punishment was beginning. At this point I was already getting inpatient of being on the balls of my feet as the rice was uncomfortable.

Once in place there was little to do but wait; shift my weight from foot to foot to relive the pressure. Being unable to see anything I fanaticized about how being bent over my mistress would reach in and play with my tied up balls, grabbing them firmly in her hand and crushing them further or slapping the bound package and telling me "that little bitty cock wouldn't be able to satisfy any woman". Then reach for the nipple weight and bring it up to let it drop back down multiple times and since my butt was fully exposed she would use the rider crop to smack on both sides till I was very sore. Telling me "her slave had to suffer to understand how best to serve his mistress". All this seemed to take an eternity but was probably less than 10 minutes. From time to time while shifting weight I had felt the tug of the line tied to the shower control weight, it hadn't toppled yet but could at any moment. I did have some room to move around in my torture chamber, but each movement came at a price. The weight on my nipples along with the Clovis teeth made them burn and the enema plug kept digging in further. The tied up package of the cock and balls were throbbing (more due to thoughts than movement I suspect). The bucket between my legs would sway jerking the package a little further.

Suddenly there was a noise behind me and I felt the warm liquid of the enema invading my ass, at first it felt somewhat pleasurable filling the leftover void but that feeling didn't last long though. The pressure started to build slowly and I felt that my abdomen was starting to expand as the minutes went by. This was confirmed by the feeling of the tighten waist rope as it hung low on the waist from being bent over. The pressure remained constant although I used my sphincter muscles to try and stop it (like spitting in the wind). The unease of the situation had made me move again and again along with the rice to relieve the pressure on my tortured body, nipples, abdomen, cock and balls. That's when the second weight dropped causing the shower Waterpic ® to come to life. Something I hadn't thought of till this point is that the initial water coming out was ice cold.

This fresh assault made me move like a broken martinet moving across the stage (or torture chamber) looking for any avenue of escape. All these things started to overwhelm me, what had I really gotten myself in for?? My breathing became fast and labored; I was drooling like crazy and at the very same time being treated very cruelly by my newly created mistress. I bounced around the shower stall bonking my head on the stall several times and moaning like crazy. The water from the water pick finally started to warm up which made it more bearable. It was shooting water at my ass and exposed balls with the fury and precision of bullets. I could only imagine the welts and redness that would create. Then the water temp went hotter. I suspected that the setting and stream would be a little different than that of a conventional shower but hadn't expected such heat. As all this was happening on my tortured butt, nipples, and cock and balls I could no longer feel the bucket sway against my legs. In fact it was beginning to pull my tortured cock and balls down further crushing the package much tighter together along with the waist rope against my abdomen. I was happy that the timing of the weights had gone as planned, remembering the cautions that were mentioned on the AnnaBound ™ website bearing no responsibility although they gave the idea. I'd really done it to myself.

My thoughts returned very briefly to the fantasy of earlier, being bent over my mistress would reach in and play with my tied up balls, grabbing them firmly in her hand and crushing them further or slapping the bound package. This was really happening; they were they really being crushed tightly by the weight of the bucket of water! The additional weight made me try as squat which only caused the enema plug push further in. Continuing...then she would reach for the nipple weight and bring it up to let it drop back down multiple times and since my butt was fully exposed she would use the rider crop to smack on both sides till I was very sore. In reality this torture was the same as using a riding crop but was unabated, each movement jerked the nipple clamps digging into the expose flesh of the nipples and sensitive nerves around them. The only difference was this mistress didn't talk or even care.

Eventually everything really began to really hurt like a son of a bitch as I was being yanked on and smacked, crushed and bloated all at once. My greatest desire was to get the big ass enema plug out and free the pent up liquid trapped inside, followed by a close second of undoing the weight on my trapped cock and balls. My silent mistress now had me firmly in her grasp and wasn't going to let loose any time soon. I kept thrashing around, hitting my head on the stall wall and moaning loudly but no one would hear me or bother to help for several hours. The only hope was in the second key falling. Had it been long enough for the key to drop I couldn't tell? I had lost all track of time. My blindfold was still firmly tied in place although damp, not allowing me to see so I kept waiting and checking for the key with my hand but couldn't feel it. The area where the ice timer was supposed to be felt like cold water was running down the curtain so it was still in place. It was a place close to both heaven and hell combined in this bondage session because I was still turned on by the thoughts but also being punished for them.

The torture continued for some time, each time the water pick hit my package I thought of that rider crop beating me to submission. My ass felt sore and very hot. I began to really panic, thinking of what must have gone wrong with the simple ice timer and why hadn't I put out a backup key. That's when I first noticed someone snickering at me, which gave me another fright. Who would possibly be in the house watching me? The kids were gone for the weekend, the wife was far away on a shopping trip and no one had said anything about stopping by. Had I locked the house doors, I don't remember? Since I was still being tortured, very sore all over and wanting to get free of this predicament I tried a muffled yell help!

This female voice said: "I thought you'd go on for a while longer before realizing the key was gone". There was a short pause followed by: "So you know... I have it. I cut it off the string before it dropped all the way down; leaving only the ice."

I was humiliated, only my wife and I had known about this BDSM secret. Who would now have that information now? How would she use it? Why had she not been surprised or scared by the scene before her? As I contemplated these things a flash of light went through my blindfold, followed by several more of different intensity; apparently she had a camera and was now taking pictures of me from different angles through the curtain openings. I might have forgotten to mention this shower had a semi transparent curtain that left little privacy.

I tried again to yell help!! or Hheeeelp in ball gag speak. This time I was answered not by a voice but by the water pick shutting off followed by the shower curtain being pulled aside the rest of the way. Shortly after that I felt a riding crop touch my ass...rubbing it, followed by a whack on my left rump followed by one to the right; not once but multiple times on both sides which cause me to scream for multiple different reasons. If my ass was red before it would be flaming now. Several more camera flashes followed. Then the teeth of the both nipple clamps were taken off at the same time. She then did something unexpected by quickly rubbing each nipple bringing the blood flow back which caused me to scream again in agony for long while. At some point I felt the weight of the bucket being taken off my package. Next the small cord around the cock and ball was untied was unwound most of the way leaving the last several turns around the base and balls in place (I still felt them). A folding metal stool kept in the bathroom was pushed under my chest and on to the shower floor (this I learned later). Then I suddenly felt the water that was inside my ass start to drain out. I didn't hear anything but a buzzing sound of the fan for a little while after that. By way of odors the reason why dawned on me, she'd pulled the curtain back and had left the room. I may have passed out for a few moments although I didn't know how long.

Some time later I revived... feel a little better, taking a mental inventory, my legs were a little wobbling, my jaw, nipples, cock and balls were still somewhat sore, the balls of my feet still hurt, otherwise I was alright. There was the feel of warm water on the shower floor so the mess made by draining the enema tube must have been rinsed away. Time was hard for me to tell but at some point I knew she was back in the room because I felt that another rope had been added that dangled around either side of my upper chest. I felt the rope go between my underarm, under my chest, between the other underarm and back up. With one fluid motion she synched the rope ends together and pulled my upper body up off the stool.... I could tell my arms were pulled tight because they lost most of their available movement but helped stabilize my legs that had been spread out for better than 35 minutes if the key ice timer ice was gone. The stool was removed from the shower. With this action done the waist and crotch rope that had loosen up from bouncing around earlier was untied and retightened and tied again forcing the enema plug back deep inside causing me to moan and whimper. A couple of ropes were added around my left and right knees and elbows which welded then together. Then the duct tape w/rice was removed from both feet in a teeter totter fashion. I felt a jerk on the enema plug, this turned out to be her hooking up the enema bag back to the plug. She must have given the enema plug bulb another squeeze or two because I could feel the plug expand filling any extra voids left in my ass from the liquid that had flowed out. I felt and then heard the warm water refilling the enema bag and eventually my ass. It didn't happen though which made me wonder why.

She then grabbed my loose cock and started to slowly stroke it, followed closely by squeezing of my balls. This slow and very deliberate sequence was kept up till I was very stiff and hard, the cord loops left in place caused the cock to swell large and my balls to start turning light blue again (my speculation). No words were spoken during the encounter but I became really excited, moaning through the ball gag with what could only be lustful cries, hoping or expecting her to continue and bring me to an orgasm, building... building.... almost.... when she stopped suddenly, feeling I was very close to going over and shooting my load. There was a brief rest on occasions or several times ice cold water bucket dips that would cause me to come off the edge of the cliff. She'd start again to bring me to the edge of an orgasm, building and building again....then stop, feeling when I was close. I lost track of how many times this happened but it did eventually she stopped leaving me very frustrated and horny. This mistress must know things about the male satisfaction and denial of that thing we men crave most; she's experienced in the art of BDSM control. Things got quiet for a while but I could hear her rummaging in the duffle bag, and then felt a cream being applied to both the cock and balls. I knew this only because I'd done it to myself before and knew that initial tingling sensation. They were suddenly very cold followed by warming and then hot feeling! She must have found the Ultra Strength Bengay ® in the bag with all the other toys. Then the same cream was applied to my previously tortured nipples. I tried again to scream again long and loud but stopped when she whacked me on the ass, followed by one ear plug being pulled out.

She whispered: "A SLAVE boy should stay silent during his punishment. If you continue to scream I'll have to put duct tape over your mouth or better yet.... over your entire face to seal those in noises and the ball gag!"

This made me wonder what else she was capable of. I decided to be quiet partly because with a mustache the thought of duct tape being pulled off and taking the hair along wouldn't be pleasant, and partly because being sealed up in duct tape in a shower would be a miserable experience when the sweating occurred. The next thought that occurred was that I was this mistress's slave – and the mistress had a voice that I couldn't identify. I started again to ask "Who are you?" which only came out as a mumbled mess through the ball gag but there was no answer. There were a few more flashes (taking pictures again I guessed) and some movement of the stuff on the shower floor.

Then she whispered in my ear: "I hope you're wimpy little cock down there is up for another ride because you're all tied up and no where else to go! Giddy-Up little horsy!" I could already feel the cock starting to revive and swell. With that she whacked me on both sided of thee ass with the riding crop.

She reinserted the ear plug and pulled the shower curtain back in place. The water from the enema bag slowly started to fill my ass again and the Waterpic ® again came to life. This time I heard the bathroom door close as she left.

This second ride turned out to be shorter in duration but no less straining. The Waterpic ® had found its mark around the cock and ball with much greater accuracy, shooting pulses of water at my ass, exposed balls and swollen cock with the precision of a rider's crop hitting the horse's flank to bring it to a gallop. My abdomen was again swelling from the pressure of the enema bag filled with water trying to drain its contents into my ass. I was no longer able to thrash around and get partially away from oncoming fire so all that could be done was moan; sometimes very loudly. The Bengay ® burned at my nipples where the clamp teeth dug into the skin and my cock and ball were on fire. I was now truly beginning to understand how a roast pig might feel being slow cooked over an open fire on a spit poll with a red apple stuck in its mouth and flames of fire licking at it underneath. I was very immobile and out of control of the situation now and still very excited thinking about this new mistress! This second ride lasted maybe 10 to 15 minutes. I can't say what if anything I yelled through the gag as my attention was on surviving the onslaught of burning sensations. I heard the door open and she came in somewhere during the process, I could only guessed that she sat on the stool for a while watching or reading a book.

The water pick finally stopped its pounding at my backside and the curtain opened. The enema plug was tugged on again and the water within my bowels started to drain again. The stinky smell was much less noticeable the second time than the first. Then I felt the water from the shower head change from a beating pulse to a light steady stream and move around me as her hands with a soapy wash cloth start to wash my captive body in slow strokes, covering every area that wasn't tied down except the face. Lastly stopping at my nipples, captive cock and balls, using soap she washed off the Bengay ® and untied the cord around them and putting it in the duffle bag. By this point all the water that had been trapped inside was drained out, so I felt the main rope holding the enema plug loosen and move away, its inflated air drained and then several gentle tugs on the plug before it popped out of my ass. The shower was concluded with a rinse of my body including my face and rinsing of my ass. When she was satisfied that I was clean the ear plugs were removed.

She said: "Slave boy, you did a real good job of getting yourself stuck! If I hadn't come along when I did and the main key hadn't dropped where would you be now? You know a slave should always be planning ahead with the desires of his mistress in mind! Your setup to take care of yourself was good enough and thought through. So why would you not have planned in a backup key incase something went wrong? What were you thinking? Your setup could have killed you or really knocked you flat on your ass for a while with your wife finding you later. Then she would be explaining what happened to you to police, medics, friends and neighbors."

She had a point, all I could do was shake my head and listen as the ball gag was still firmly locked in place and my wet blindfold still on. I tried again to ask somewhat more clearly through the gag "Who are you?"

She answered: "I'm someone you just met recently and you can't remember? I must not have left much of an impression, but that will change in time.

I thought she'd had already accomplished the task but wasn't going to argue as she had definitely had the upper hand. Thinking back over the last couple of weeks I couldn't come up with anyone other than Jill that was new, so I tried to remember her voice. What was it like? Yes...it seemed right, but how would she have known anything about my kinky side?

"You seem to have a lot of bondage gear here, do you have more?" she mused.

I shook my head affirmatively and tried to answer but only gave a garbled response. She didn't understand, but didn't bother to remove the gag or blindfold either.

"Where is the rest kept, in the master bedroom?" she asked

I shook my head again negative and tried to answer but only gave a garbled response.

"Anywhere else, like the garage or the basement" she asked

I shook my head affirmatively.

"So is it in the garage or in the basement?" She ask

I shook my head negative and then affirmative.

There were several moments of silence while she left the room, when she returned I heard a rustling of equipment being moved, possibly being packed back into the duffel bag.

With that she cut the wet chest ropes holding me in place and I almost fell on my head, she put out her arm to catch and balance me. Then she cut the wet ropes around my knees and elbows allowing them to drop off. The wrist cuffs were unlocked, she stopped long enough to allow me to straighten and stand up for a few moments before added a 3 inch leather posture collar around my neck that had attachment points on three sides and a leather strap hanging down behind to secure my wrist. Taking both wrists cuffs one at a time and locking them securely together behind my back to the strap. Being sore I didn't move with any speed or grace which was to her advantage. The spreader bar locks were undone to remove the bar but the ankle cuffs were left in place and a hobble chain added by the noises made. The wet waist rope was removed the rest of the way, dropping to the shower floor.

Finally she removed the blindfold bandana letting me see light and the scene before me. It took several moments to focus but it was Jill standing before me. She was dressed in a black pull over V neck shirt with red trimming around the edges; showing plenty of cleavage. The tightness of the top showed off her ample breasts and the tit buds poking through the fabric. Her top was accented by the red thigh length ruffle skirt with black edges and calf length black lace up boots with 2 inch large heals. Her hair had been pulled back into a pony tail with a black scrunchy and hair clips held the bangs. She wore no makeup, and didn't really need it as her face looked very pretty without it. Her green eyes had twinkle as I looked at them but her face had taken a look of attitude that meant business. I noticed that as she turned or moved her waist area seemed to ripple vertically under the shirt fabric which I didn't understand. I also noticed the disposable black Nitrile gloves she had on from the duffle bag.

"I wanted to take out the ball gag so we could talk but couldn't find the right key." She said. "Do you know if it's in the duffle?" while removing the gloves.

I shook my head negative, knowing it was still hanging on the hook in the basement closet along with the other gear.

Then she walked me out of the shower and set me on the toilet stool, taking a seat on the folding stool across from me which caused her to sit higher and look down at me.

We sat for several moments appraising each other before she said: "Do you love your wife?"

I nodded my head YES and tried to speak but she stopped me with her open hand palm out. We sat quiet for several more moments as she appraised my naked body, looking at all the dimples, crevices and scars.

She finally asked: "Do you have anything contagious or viral that can be spread to others through fluids?"

I shook my head negative again.

"Then I've made a decision." she announced firmly. "I'm going to finish your request for a full 3 course bondage session today. Maybe whipping your ass physically will cause you to think mentally about what you got!" The she added: "And just think...you only completed the Appetizer."


Chapter 2, The First Course

The thought of more torture filled me with dread as I was sore from the workout that my mistress and I had already given my body. I just wanted to rest for a while but other thoughts also swirled around about that little head still needing attention. I was still horny and wanted to cum. Then the thoughts occurred; how would she know of my planning for a bondage session today, and why three courses?

She stood up then grabbed my arm to pull me up and said: "Let's go to the basement and see what other kinky bondage gear you have." Then added: "I'm really going to enjoy myself at your expense slave!" Slapping my ass again as we filed out of the bathroom.

We slowly made it to the basement steps where she grabbed my shoulder to steady me. Going down the chain clanked on each step, once at the bottom we arrived at a partially finished basement with plenty of room. We stopped and she asked "Where to?"

I guided her through the finished portion of the basement, to a side door clanking all the way. We walked into the unfinished section that was storage shelves lining the walls along with our old fridge/freezer/ice maker and canning supplies. Walking to the far corner of the room I came to a second door, this one appeared to be exiting the house by entering a landing for basement stairs, as you could see through the door window. I said in gag speak: "Oooppeeenn iittt" indicating the door with my head. She looked at me like I was crazy but did the request. We entered the stair landing and turned to the right to face a third door. I again said in gag speak: "Oooppeeenn iittt" indicating the door with my head. This door which is normally locked opened into a narrow room of 8' by 24'. The room wasn't part of the main house structure but had been added as a tornado shelter by the original builder or so I was told. I often wondered if the house blueprint was originally larger and someone just screwed up when starting the build. The room was of concrete construction, reinforced and for all appearances to be just another room except with a concrete ceiling. From the homes exterior all that was seen of its presents was a metal storm door on a concrete frame extending through the dirt that went to the basement via steps the rest of the structure was underground. I had installed the secondary door and finished the opening at the base of the landing covering the tornado shelter entrance. The inside house wall opposite it was padded with insulation so that most noises inside this room didn't get back into the house or outside.

This was our bondage storage closet along with other things; the floor had several plush rugs scattered about and florescent lighting; there's a storage cabinet, shelves and pegboard on one end of the room to hold our toys, the other was a basic sink and stool. If you looked at the side wall of the room you'd see ring loop attachment points scattered about it. Toward one end of the room roughly centered was a metal pole I installed for tying a victim to, it included metal rings in several locations as well. Currently it had a large dick with balls carved from oak and polished sticking out at 35 degree angle that could accommodate a female rider at crotch level if tied that way. In the center of the room is a table; it's 3 by 6 ft and 24" high and made of 2X4 construction, black in color. The table is not remarkable to look at but the sides had metal loops protruding along the edges at one foot interval spacing. Looking at the table top you'd notice slits across from each other in the silhouette pattern of a human body, both with legs open and closed. Currently there were red ratchet straps set up and woven through the most of the slits and set for the open legs position. At the far end there was a headrest protruding beyond the table; it was padded with black leather and could be moved vertically up or down depending on the need by motor and switch combination. Close to the center of the table a 6 inch hole gapped about where the crotch would be. Since both my wife and I are about the same trunk height and shape no alterations were needed to the basic design.

Jill had looked around studying the room and I could see a large smile crossing her face. She said: "This was so much more than I ever expected, and secluded to. Did you do this all yourself?"

Since there was still a gag in my mouth I could not explain so I walked to the peg board and pointed with my head to the key hanging there. She took it down and unlocked the gag and removed it. Since I had it in my mouth for over an hour it took some time to allow the jaw to work, looking up at the clock I noticed it was 3:00 pm. While waiting Jill explored the entire area looking at the toys, devices and bondage gear, this included a bondage horse stuck in the corner and an open crotch chair w/cross arm. When she returned to me I could see a very devilish grin on her face.

I started to explain some features in the room while getting a drink of water at the sink, (she helped) mentioning that most items were quickly storable under lock and key for shelter use if a storm really did happen. She quickly became board with the construction details and asked about table layout, ratchet straps and how they worked with the table so I gave her a quick overview, recalling a memory of how my wife squealed when I tied her on it and started to finger her pussy slowly building her up to an orgasm while tied to the same spot.

That's when she stopped me saying: "We needed to start the first course NOW SLAVE!"

She sat me on the table in the middle of the silhouette pattern. Once turned into position she began to apply the straps beginning with the thigh, ratcheting each snug as she went. Only when I was unable to move from the table did she remove the hobble chains and finish the process on my ankles.

I asked again: "How did you know that I wanted a 3 course bondage session?" Thinking as I went along "and how did you know I was into it to begin with?"

She answered as she worked: "Your Male BDSM Menu story on the kitchen table explained it for you; it's set up just like a restaurant menu with all the courses and...the Men In Pain ™ website was an excellent touch; even leaving the computer on the page so I could find additional information. It educated me through several video shoots on the proper aspects of training a male slave and will aid in your training here - as mentioned in the stories. Now quiet slave"

Unlocking my wrist one at a time she relocked them to the loops on the side of the table. She pushed me down onto the table, centering my head on the padded extension, locking the posture collar to loops provided on either side. Once in place she unlocked the wrist and readjusted them into the straps. She checked that things were more or less in place then added the remaining straps on my hips, shoulders and arms. She tickled me causing movements which showed where the straps needed tightened, then working from my chest down synched each one down so that no further movement could occur. Taking off the wet wrist and ankle cuff she retrieved a dry set from the peg board and put them back on for later use.

I marveled at her skill, it took less than 3 minutes to make me totally immobile without ever using the table before. As I waited she asked about where to find some of the play toys, I said: "There was a selection in the gray cabinet to choose from. What specifically are you looking for?"

She didn't answer but instead went to the cabinet, looking over the entire selection she withdrew several items including a ball gag w/ribbed dildo attached and a condom and a tube of cream. Returning back by my head she showed me only the dildo. Unlocking the posture collar from each side she lifted my head but I didn't open my mouth

"This is for you SLAVE, open or expect consequences." she ordered. She proceeded to stick the dildo end up to my mouth. I didn't open so she reached down and pinched my nose closed. It took a few moments but I finally needed air, so I opened. In those brief seconds she changed ends and had ball gag ready to insert into my waiting mouth. Once it was inserted she reached underneath and buckled it in place. I was not at all happy to have another gag in my mouth! I started to scream "you bitch" in gag speak but stopped when I felt my tortured nipples being pinched. The posture collar was reattached and yet another strap around my forehead put in place and tightened. She put the condom on the dildo and lubricated it with some K-Y INTENSE Arousal Gel ® to get it ready. I felt the headrest being lowered from level causing my head to tilt back; I assumed this was to accommodate the position of the dildo for her. Then I heard her move something on the floor close to the table by head.

Things grew quiet for several moments as I lay there tightly strapped to the table. I had heard Jill's footsteps moving around and wondered what she might be up to. I saw the flash of the camera as she took several pictures; then she left the room for a few minutes. When she returned she stopped at the cabinet again, then came over to the table dropping some things off. I felt rather that heard a cold ice pack being placed around my swollen cock and balls. This after several seconds causes me to buckle and squirm but to no effect, feeling only cold and unable to see what's happening I can only guess that she's trying to freeze my cock and balls to death. Any erection that may have been there was slowly lost... I yell again (you bitch!) in gag speak which had no effect. While the ice pack was still applied I felt tugs on my balls, this as I learned later was some cord from earlier being tied to them with the surplus left in the bag. Then when all hope of an erection had vanished she added a steel chastity cock cage onto my package and locked it in place. Finished with the task she went to the end of the table and grabbing the loose cord slipped it over the big toe on each foot and pulled each taunt then tying it off, pulling my poor balls into a package several inches away from the chastity cock cage. She tested this to see how well it worked by ticking my feet, I moaned and tried to move which only pulled on my balls and made it hurt.

"Interesting" She said. "I see this has the desired effect. From the video I wasn't sure how well it controlled the boy. I may want to do a variation on this later with each ball tied and see what happens." I only moaned more.

There was another flash. When at last the setup was complete Jill turned on the stereo/cd player, looking through the music setting there selected a mixed music version my wife made for one of our sessions. The cd started with the song "Talk Dirty To Me" by Poison. Then she walked up to table around the area of my head and smiled at me showing off her red hair as it now flowed loose framing her head, dancing and slowly removed her top with the grace of a stripper, showing off those beautiful 38D cup breasts with areolas the size of a silver dollars and the nipples standing straight out proudly, begging for attention. I now realized that she had wore a black corset under the shirt with half cups, supported her breasts causing them to stick out rounder, fuller and more voluptuous. As I continued to watch she continued a slow strip tease, at least what I could see, eventually loosing the skirt which dropped out of sight. Slowly gyrating and moving her hands around until they caught the edge of the waistband of her black panties, pulling on them slowly down around her hips until they to dropped from sight. This left only her fully shaved pubic mound in all its glory with the exposed clit head starting to peak out between the folds. I became more and more aroused and uncomfortable during the show as my cock started to revive from its harsh treatment with the ice pack. The strain of excess skin being pulled away by the balls in combination with steel chastity cage had her desired effect. I was really beginning to hurt down there, each twitch of my feet caused my package to move and throb, straining for more room.

She'd noticed the situation as well because when the song stopped she said (in a sickening sweet voice): "Oh...It looks like your little boy down there is just too tied up to come out and play.... He must be getting very upset at you because he's getting all red faced.... she paused... Oh well I guess that I'll just have find some other way to get myself off."

With that she walked to the head of the table (literally), stepped up on a wooden block she placed there. Then moving slightly forward she straddled my head with the dildo still firmly attached, lifted one leg and carefully spread her pussy lips apart while guiding it in, allowing for penetration. She stepped back off the block while using her hands on the table to steady herself and within a few small strokes she had slid down its length and was able to ride the dildo to the bottom as her feet rested flat on the floor, resting the inside of her thighs against my cheeks and then most of the way back up to the top by arching onto her toes. She stopped for a moment and I heard a chain rattle around; as I learned later she had added nipple clamps to both tits (don't know about the weights) and picked up a finger vibrator that slips over the index finger and aimed it onto the clit head. Then with was a slow motion she started to ride the dildo, riding it up and down, slowly increasing the speed and rhythm...until at some point she climaxed screaming OHH, OOHH, OH GOD YES!... sliding all the way back down the shaft. Her salty sweat and the dribble of her cum on my face were the only scents I could breathe in. As she relaxed from being spent, her ass buried itself on my nose and face, slowly cutting off my air supply which caused me to struggle for breath, which pulled further on my balls and trapped cock. She only moved off my face when I shook the base of the dildo as best I could under her still gasping for air. The shake must have wakened her from her fall to shattered pieces above me; she rose allowing me to breath.

After catching her labored breath for several moments she said "Slave Boy...that was really fun wasn't it! Maybe we should do that again." All I could do was moan in both pleasure and pain.

To more emphases the point she relaxed her legs again smothering my head for several more moments causing me to squirm underneath again. I'm sure she must have enjoyed the show of my trapped cock and balls being pulled around as I struggled by my moving feet. The feet were about the only things that could be move being strapped as I was. She eventually lifted and allowed me to breathe again.

I heard the chain of the nipple clips as she removed them from her tits; only to feel one bite as she reattached it to my sore right nipple then the second to the sore left. Once she had regained some strength back she stared to ride the dildo again to the song "Cream" by Prince. Grabbing the center of the chain and using it like the rains of a horse she slowly increasing the speed and rhythm of both her body and pull of the chain on my nipples until she climaxed again screaming YES!,YES! YES! pulling the clamps off at the same time with hard tug in the process causing me to howl with her from the pain of different several areas at once. She slid back down the dildo shaft, flowing dribbles of her cum on my face in the process again. She stopped for some amount of time to recover from the orgasm, and then smothered my head again for several moments causing me to squirm again. I later found out that in adjusting her weight to put a foot back on the wooden block she unintentionally smothered me (or so she said), but also had allowed her release from the protruding dildo still firmly strapped to the ball gag in my mouth. After dismounting she said nothing but reached down adjusted the headrest back up, cut the string attached to my balls that let the blood circulate through them again, then gathered her cloths up and left the room mostly naked. She was gone for a while so I assumed she had gone to clean up and take a shower. I eventually tried to relax as best I could and closed my eyes, with her fragrances still plastered and lingering on my face. At some point I drifted off, needing the rest.

While I lay, still firmly strapped to the table she had cleaned up and returned quietly seeing that I was asleep. She wandered around the area and checked out all the toys, slowly formulating a plan for the desert course later in the evening. Looking under the table I was on she saw the portable fucking machine I'd made; being busy before she had forgotten about it. The fucking machine started out life as a sawzall for remodeling I bought at an auction. I had mounted it on an old industrial fan stand; the type with a large round base and pole. The center pole was cut down to 4" tall and U shape bracket with swivel was welded to the top of it. The U bracket was tall enough to allow the sawzall to rotate vertically through 210 degrees, and turn 360 degrees. The saw had a wide strap around it to hold the unit balanced and steady within the frame with bolts that protruded through the strap and bracket. The hand adjustable nuts tightened on each side of the bracket to allow proper positioning of the unit vertically for its intended victim. On the blade end the hardware had been removed and replaced with an end threaded rod that extended out 18" to a mounted life like ribbed cock with balls. The trigger handle had been removed and a cord added to allow the unit speed to be adjusted by remote control up to 12 feet away.

Another feature I added to the remote was an intermittent operation switch, this caused the unit to turn on and off at random times from 20 to 60 seconds; this was interdependent of the speed control; starting slow then building up to the selected speed and stopping. It was no accident that it was under the table, as it had been used on the table in a session months before. My wife had enjoyed and or endured its torment many times before eventually loosing interest. It was now aimed roughly at the crotch hole above and at the right angle by accident. Jill saw an opportunity that needed exploring. Going to the cabinet she found the Vaseline, a rider's crop and a blindfold; returning to the machine she checked it was at the bottom of its stroke then lubricated the cock. Then slowly and quietly she inched the machine into place adjusting it so it was touching the cheeks at my ass hole, with a little wiggle it started to part the cheeks. She only stopped when I twitched from the feeling but didn't wake. Removing the control she moved it and the crop to the center of the table top. Completed the setup on my distraction she started to work on the setup for the second course.

She pulled the bondage horse out and proceeded to gather the straps and fasteners needed to use it in the fashion shown on a video clip from the Men in Pain ™ website. As this was happening I woke up, grunting. She stopped and came up to me and said "Has my little slave boy woke up after his little workout? I would have thought you'd be more attentive of your mistresses needs. You didn't even bother to say thank you for the ride! I think you need some additional discipline to remind you to be thankful for what you're getting."

Since I couldn't answer with a ball gag in my mouth I though the comment very unfair but stayed quiet. I really though I'd like to get her on the table and see what happens.

With those words she walked to center of the table and turned on the fucking machine remote to its lowest setting and watched.

I suddenly felt the invader pushing up and into my ass hole, penetrating it on the first try. She stopped it as it reached the upper apex. There was a look of true amusement on Jill's face as the cock did its job; none could be seen on mine from the gag being used. She looked at me for several seconds then went back to the center of the table and reached under to the fucking machine base to push it forward, toward the head of the table thus ensuring the cock wouldn't slide out of its victim.

Walking up to my head she unhooked the upper strap and posture collar. Next she removed the ball gag with cock still covered with her cum. At this point my jaw was very stiff from being held in one position for so long so no talking happened. She got a wash rag from the sink and cleaned my face, the warmth of the cloth felt very good on the facial muscles relaxing them some. She was still dressed the black corset and had the black panties back on.

While she completed the cleaning of my face I asked "How did you know I was doing a bondage session today."

She answered "I didn't know anything about your kinky side until this afternoon. Your wife told me she had some movies that I could borrow since the cable won't be on till Monday. She mentioned that she'd be going shopping today but would leave the case on the kitchen table and that you'd be around home working on "projects"."

I remembered seeing the movie case on the table along with the camera my wife had used to take pictures of the flower beds (she wanted to change the bed layout) and the scissors used to cut off some debris in the beds.

So I asked "How did you know I was home."

She took a moment to think about it then answered. "I did see you coming back from the garage with something as I started to head over, but got a phone call so didn't make it over for a while; so it was a little before 2 when I knocked on the screen door. There wasn't an answer but I heard a banging noise and a muffled yell inside and thought it wise to investigate. That turned out to be you hitting your head on the shower wall. When I walked into the bathroom I realized that you'd gone and done it to yourself, I decided to leave you alone and get the movies. Going to the kitchen table there was a printed Menu story just laying there so.... it just had to be read. Those short story segments really started to get my juices flowing, but I still intended to leave. In the process I bumped into the desk and the computer monitor came back to life with the picture of a well endowed red head mistress...what's her name...Berlin?; dressed in a black corset fucking her bent over tied down slave, which gave me several other ideas. The rest... you know... is history."

I thought about it for a while and said "The shower spray hitting my ass and balls with cold water had felt worse than the warm water, but I couldn't get away, so I was bouncing around." While she was looking down I was enjoying the view of her face and breasts wishing I had an opportunity do something to her.

"I have to remember that." She answered "What does your wife think of your extra curricular activities while she's gone? She asked

As she was talking things were again stirring down with my trapped cock. I could again feel the pressure building as it tried to escape its metal prison. I could also feel the cock still firmly inserted in my ass as I tried to find a comfortable spot on the table.

"She's not as interested in the BDSM scene anymore; life has changed a little for her so...I do my own self bondage and occasionally she checks to ensure I'm alright. She knows that I enjoy it so she tolerates it. On the rare day when all goes well she might even ride me in bondage if she's really horny." I said

"Oh" She said then paused, thinking. "We're going to begin the second course soon but while I'm finishing my preparations I thought you could use some amusement while you wait but there is a catch, you have to remain quiet during all this time or if you can't I'll be forced to find some way to do it for you. Pausing she looked at me giving a wicked smile and added "You don't want the ball gag back on do you?"

I said "NO! "No what!" she said

"No mistress" I answered

With that she added the blindfold, reattached the locks to my collar, walked over grabbed the remote control and turned the dial slowly causing the fucking machine to come to life. I started to whimper but stopped when I heard her clear her voice say "Do we need something anyway?!"


Chapter 3, The Second Course

I was slowly being fucked as my mistress looked on; the distraction she had planned was working well as my attention had been diverted to trying to stay calm and quietly although the cock below was slowly banging my ass and further exciting me. She finished the distraction by adding earplugs, leaving me in my own world of pleasure and pain. Then she slowly increased the speed a little, once set she flipped the INT OPS switch and watched to see what happened, this caused her to smile.

Jill looked at the clock, it was 4:25pm, this second session may be shorter she wanted but the preparations were almost in order; she needed time to set up for the third course, Desert. Grabbing the ice locks, regular locks and nipple clamps (two styles), from the cabinet and chain and rope from the shelf she put then in a plastic bag along with the cream from the table and headed up stairs to the kitchen. Stopping at the kitchen sink she filled the ice locks with water and put them in the freezer.

Looking around till she found the master bedroom, she went in. Studying at the bed frame she knew her idea would work so she laid out the precut sections of rope on the bed to tie the ankles, knees waist and crotch rope. She attached the chains to the head and foot boards on opposite corners with locks and put the precut ropes for the wrist and elbows. The last preparations included setting out candles found in the room to set the mood, the K-Y INTENSE Arousal Gel ® and the dual set of nipple clamps on the night stand. On the way out of the room she noticed an extra tapered red candle laying on the TV stand that had yet to be lit, so she added it to the items on the night stand. After rechecking her work she left the room and returned to the kitchen.

At the kitchen desk computer she typed a quick note addressed to my wife posing as me. The note let my wife know I was stuck in the Master bedroom and was craving some attention desperately! Please...take me for a ride or two...please. Once printed she folded it and left it in the same spot on the kitchen table where the Menu story had been, and the story was put in the movie case. When finished she logged off the computer.

She returned to the basement bondage storage room to check on me it had been 15 minutes since she left. She found my whimpering in pleasure and pain. In the time she was gone the torture of the fucking machine running intermittently was driving me crazy. My ass was on fire from the motion of the ribbed cock going in and out. The G spot that some folks talk about on males I've always written off as baloney but the machine had found its mark and was making me extremely horny and frustrated while my cock was straining within its metal cage with no way to escape. I was whimpering.

"Is my slave crying?" she said in a loud mocking tone that went through the ear plugs. "I thought you could handle a little fucking." as she removed the ear plugs "Men are always willing and ready to stick their big cocks in our warm little pussies without a second thought about how it feels, or even if we're ready, or building us to the brink of a mind blowing orgasm only to finishing ahead while leaving us hanging there on the very edge." Maybe this will be a good lesson for you."

Instead of shutting fucking machine down, she shut off the intermittent operation and slowly brought up the speed causing my hips to gyrate with motion as the cock continued to pound in and out. I started to howl from the mix of feelings. I don't know how long the experience lasted but she controlled me as only a mistress could. She removed the ear plugs and then grabbed the riding crop on the table and snapped it on my bare feet causing me to howl even louder. She continued to use the crop over most of my exposed body with more focus on the caged cock, balls and nipples. As I couldn't see the blows and ready myself the experience was intense. My voice reverberated in the space several times with "YOU FUCKING BITCH" along with other choice words which I don't remember.

She replied in turn "YES, I AM YOUR FUCKING BITCH MISTRESS!" and "You are one very noisy, foul mouth slave!" She continued the assault slightly harder. "Maybe I should fuck you for real slave; and since you can't be quiet I'll have to gag you again to."

I tried to concentrate on her words but lost their meaning in the moment. There was no time that that I felt in control, everything within my body felt electrified. I again started to feel myself building up to another orgasm even though I was confined and caged. She played on those movements as she saw my butt trying to rise off the table; like the last thrust a man makes when driving it home and climaxing within the woman he's fucking. She was too late to stop it; I came with one loud cry "YES!" The white flow of sperm dribbled down the sides of my caged cock, pooling down around the reddened base and on to the balls.

Jill was smiling inside at the scene as it played out, for that was her ultimate intention. She stopped the fucking machine as I lay there panting, allowing me to catch my breath.

When I finally pulled myself together from the brief rest I said "That was fucking amazing!"

She said "SLAVE, did I tell you to talk!"

"No" I answered

"No what" she countered

"No Mistress", I answered with a hint of sarcasm

"Since you can't seem to keep you dirty mouth shut I think it should have something to do for a while." She said.

"How" I said keeping up with the sarcasm; even though I suspected I knew.

"You'll see, or maybe not" she answered chuckling

She walked to the head of the table and adjusted the headrest down so that my head tilted back to the angle she wanted. Then she removed her panties.

"You're going to lick my pussy, slave so be gentle or expect the consequences."" she said as a command

Then proceeded to spread her legs walking forward and straddle my face burying her wet pussy lips over my mouth and nose. I did as commanded; really what else could I do.

It's different to work from that upside down position but with slow and steady strokes I could hear from her breathing that my tongue was having the desired effect, while I continued to breath in her scent.

"A little faster slave" she said in a husker voice

I complied by driving my tongue onto her nub then deep into her slit and up again with quicker strokes, trying hard to bring on the desired affect while still trying to keep breathing myself. Working hard to stay focused she grabbed both my nipples and twisted, causing me to gasp in pain and stop.

"You'll be wise to let me enjoy this slave. Now start again slowly and increase a little at a time" she said.

I complied by bringing my tongue onto her nub again then into her slit and up with steady strokes, trying hard to keep a balance between breathing and servicing my mistress at a pace she wanted. At some point after several minutes of licking she screamed and climaxed... lost her footing and smothered me again (thank goodness that headrest was there). She came with the juices flowing, covering my cheeks, mouth, mustache and nose; cutting off the air supply for only a moment, but only long enough that I had to take a very deep breath afterward bringing some of her juices in and gagging for several moments before recovering. She dismounted and wiped my nose with the wash rag.

We both rested for a while after that. It was 5:15 when she looked at the clock. Remembering the conversation with my wife from the day before she thought there was about an hour and a half left to complete the session before my wife would be home.

Going to the sink she cleaned herself up. After getting a drink of water for herself she filled a second glass with water and wetted the wash cloth. By the sink on a small stand for supplies including several pill bottles, so she decided to see what was there. Looking she found Ibuprofen, Aspirin and an unopened bottle of Viagra. Quickly thinking of plans for later on she took a capsule of Viagra from the bottle and closed it again. Returning back to me she set things down. Slipping on a pair of Nitrile gloves from the duffle bag she proceeded to clean cum off my face and package and worked to release my trapped cock from its cage. As I was spent from the workout my cock had again become soft and allowed easy release. She finished cleaning the area. Checking the position of the fucking machine she saw it was at its low point. Grabbing the base she pulled it back till it plopped out of my ass then a little further back for safety.

She gathered the last items needed for the bondage horse from the cabinet. This included a 2 inch wide leather paddle, a snap on leather cock and ball harness with 1 ½ tube to compress the balls in a nice package and strapon 5 ½" dildo w/clit massage vibrator (still in the package, never used) and set them on the table. The remaining cord she held onto as well for later use. With that she started to undue the ratchets on my legs and added the hobble chain again. Then the arms, backing them back to the eyebolt loop on the sides and snapping them in position, next the waist and chest ratchets and finally the posture collar. This allowed me with her help to sit up although I still was blindfolded.

Once sitting up she said "I've got some water here and an Ibuprofen, as I suspect your sore in certain places. If you behave I'll let you have them before we continue. I want no talking from you slave or expect consequences."

Since I was parched from the workout I agreed by nodding affirmative. Unable to see or use my arms she put the tablet in my mouth and then held the glass up to allow me to drink. Once I finished she reattached my hands one at a time high onto the leather attachment strap on my back. She removed the rest of the straps, then eased me off the table she let me move around allowing the joints time work again. Since I still had the blindfold on and was unable to see she guided me around the room several times, until I no longer had a clue exactly where I was at. While she knew what she was doing those thoughts and plans hadn't been conveyed to me.

When we stopped she undid the hobble chain and used the paddle to cause me to spread my legs, which I did, then on my ass to move me forward. I didn't understand so I stayed in place. So she swatted my ass harder and said "Move forward with your legs apart slave."

I did this and was rewarded by my cock hitting the edge on the horse, causing me to flinch and stop. I said "Dam; that hurt" to which she just chuckled.

She reached down and adjusted the right ankle strap so that it lined up with metal loop on the side of the horse and attached it with spring clips, then the same to the left. Then grabbing my shoulders she pushed/guided me onto the horse's length till I was resting on the padding of the length of the 2x6 rail. Once down she started to add the leather straps around my upper chest and waist. Next starting at the center rail in front of my shoulders a strap was added to each side and crisscross behind shoulders and over my arms and back to the center rail. This had two affects, one of pushing my ass out further from the rear of the horse; the second was securing my arms tight against my back so there was no side movement. The last straps that were added were above the knees on each side, pinning them against the horse. She finished and stepped back to admire the view and take pictures as I could hear by the "click, pause, and click".

The last steps were Jill's most devious taking another idea from the Men In Pain ™ website which I only learned later. She retrieved several items from the table including the Clovis nipple clamps, 8 oz lead weights and small metal pulleys used with cloths lines from the pegboard. She took the chain off of the between the Clovis clamps leaving only the attachment loop on the ends. Next she attached a lead weight to each pulley end. Then making the strings roughly the same length, slipknots were added on one end of each rope. The Clovis clamps were applied to my nipples pointing them forward (toward the face). The ropes with the slipknot ends attached to each of my balls and tightened effectively splitting them in two. The weight and pulley added to each rope then brought up to the corresponding Clovis clamp and pulled to remove most of the slack. This caused the weight to hang balanced between the two ends. The effect was to yank on my nipples as the Clovis clamps tighten when pulled and pull the on ball sack when returning. While I was unable to see this feeling it was enough. She stepped back again to admire the view and take some additional pictures as I could hear by the "click, pause, and click".

Then like a judge reading the sentences of the jury she said "Slave your foul mouth has caused you to further need discipline. I have decided to give you two swats for each dirty word that you've uttered since I returned at 4:40 pm. I counted 8 such words to now, so you will receive 16 swats. Should you yell out or curse or loose count I will stop and start over. You will remind my of the number of swats delivered. Do you understand?"

I though about this for several seconds before answering "yes"

"Yes what slave?"

"Yes Mistress" I responded

"I'm going to add two swats to remind you of my title." She said

I started to retort that was unfair but cut it short when the first blow fell.

The pain was there immediately both from the physical blow then from the twisting pull on my nipples as the weights shot forward pulling them down harder. This pain stayed there as the weight stopped its forward journey and proceeded to go back to a more neutral spot again pulling on the individual balls and nipples again.

I recovered after the blow and said "one"

"One what?" she countered

I answered "One Mistress"

"It really seems like you can't remember my title slave. I guess I'll just need to add two more on." She said. With that she started the second stroke.

"Two Mistress" I responded

She was nice about the strokes, hitting on all sides of my ass to make the pain even (as she said). At 10 the pain started to become somewhat numbing although no less. With each stroke one or both of the weights would travel forward pulling on the nipples, the return and yank on the balls. They were all becoming very sore.

At 18 she stopped for a few moments stepping back to admire the view and take some additional pictures as I could hear the audible "click, pause, and click".

I felt 19 rather than heard it coming. When I was slow to respond to the count she asked "should I start over slave, I forgotten where we're at."

"19 Mistress" I said after recovery of my voice.

The last swat # 20 was hard covering both cheeks and sending the weights racing forward. I screamed in pain but kept from cursing.

She said "Well done slave. You deserve a rest, so don't go anywhere!" chuckling

With that she left the room for a few moments as I could hear the door close. She returned carrying something that was set down behind me and came around to my face, pulling off the blindfold. It took a moment but when I looked at her she was still dressed in the black corset and black panties, those beautiful tits still very perkily sticking out begging for attention. She smiled a devilish grin and said "slave boy you have a hot ass. It really looks to be flaming hot; maybe someone could cook an egg on it."

I said "My Mistress knows how to warm things up!"

She countered: "I also how to cool it off, slave" as she disappeared from view.

Moments later I felt the searing heat being replaced by ICE COLD!

She had pulled ice from the icemaker and put it into a gallon freezer bag that was now being attached off my waist strap with string to my butt area, covering both cheeks.

The cold was there almost immediately causing me to struggle trying and get away from it, for all the struggling the lead weights shot forward again pulling on my nipples. The pain restarted as the weight stopped its forward journey and proceeded to go back to a more neutral spot again pulling on the individual balls and nipples again and again. It was like the ripple effect seen when a large rock is thrown into a pond. When I finally stopped struggling all went back to the calm state. Jill was watching and chuckled, taking the occasional picture and smiling but said nothing. I kept my tongue which was very hard, but screamed and moaned during the entire experience. When the color of my butt check had turned back to a more flesh like tone (according to Jill) she removed the ice.

Once things were calm she removed the nipple clamps and rope around each ball. For which I thanked her gratefully. Then I felt ice touch my left nipple. Unable to move beyond the limit of the straps I just about lifted the horse straight up (at least by my way of thinking). In actuality I just bounced the horse around a little. With the slue of word none of which were pretty I basically said "OUCH!" but didn't curse.

She said "Your language has improved but not your ability to reject the pain. Maybe it's time to see what else you can handle."

I answered "You've taken me through much pleasure and pain Mistress but I'm starting to fade. Can we stop now?"

She didn't respond but instead disappeared behind the horse instead and put the leather cock and ball harness on my package as I felt. Once snapped into place she slowly stroked my cock till beyond my belief it started to come back to life. When she was happy with the results she stepped away behind me again, things became quiet for a few moments. She had apparently found some music to listen to, this time it was "Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZTop", part of their greatest hits collection cd. When she returned I heard a buzz as she came close to my face then I realized why, she had removed her panties and put on a strapon dildo w/clit massage vibrator which was snugly tightened in place. I had purchased it for my wife many months ago but she didn't like the idea of using it so it had been stuck unopened in a corner of the cabinet ever since.

"How do you like this new attachment I have slave, and from your own stores? Did you buy it for your wife?" she said, pausing she waved it around my face then added "She must not have had nerve to use it. So...now that I found it do you really think that I'd let you go without a good fucking!" pausing to let the thought sink in. "I suspect that you would like a little lubricant on this before I get started." she added bringing the purple dildo up to my face to show its length and circumference.

I wasn't so sure that I wanted that thing up my ass. Being out of control of everything else to this point, I wanted to put up some type of resistance with the hope she might back off.

"Open up, slave and start sucking or it will go in dry!" She said.

That thought didn't appeal to me so I finally opened my mouth; she quickly proceeded to stick the dildo in. While not gagging yet, I was at an angle from the position on the horse that she could go further. I proceeded to accomplish the task as best I could, licking and slurping without much enthusiasm.

She said "You either do a really good job sucking on that dildo slave or I'll wipe it dry and use it anyway!

Thinking as my old boss would say "Step it up son or you'll get run over!" so I did the best job I could do to please my mistress, bobbing and sucking with zest, the musty smell of her sex being breathed in as she became excited by the massage vibrator.

When she though it was well lubricated she removed it and returned to the horse's rear and positioned herself, followed by one hand on my ass. The next moment I felt the dildo penetrating my ass; burying it in. "OHH!" I moaned, followed by several more "OOHHHs!" as she slid the dildo all the way home to the base.

I could only continue to moan "OOOHHHH!" louder as she continued the fucking me, my cock bouncing against the horse. She increasing the speed and rhythm until at some point she climaxed screaming "OHH, OOHH YES!..." lying on top of me while I lay very tightly bound and frustrated and horny from the inability to climax myself.

When she recovered several moments later from breathing heavily she said "Thanks for the enjoyable ride little boy." She unhooked the strapon, letting the straps dangle and still firmly planted in my ass.

I started to complain about the situation telling her "You started the job Mistress, please allow me to finish as well, that's only fair."

She responded slowly "There's no need to complain slave, you'll have plenty of time to get your rocks off this evening. Don't you know; your wife invited me over for Desert around 7:30? She wanted to get to know me better." letting the new thought sink in.

She stepping back to admire the view she took some additional pictures as I could hear the audible "click, pause, and click". While there she retrieved the original ball gag and a vibrating butt plug from the pegboard unseen, returning by my head she reached down and clamped my nose shut. When I tried to get a breath she slipped the ball gag in place and buckled it tightly. Removing the strapon from my ass, she slid the medium butt plug in its place, checking the batteries she turned it on and heard a distinctive buzz, as I squeezed my sphincter muscles the buzz changed. She'd remember that later. The control was taped to my leg with vet tape, and shut it off. Looking back at the clock she saw it was 5:50. It was time to get her slave upstairs and prepare for the serving the third course, Desert.


Chapter 4, The Third Course

Gathering things needed to finish her idea for the third course Jill brought the bondage duffle bag over to the cabinet and selected the ball gag with the ribbed dildo attached (her new favorite), 2 dildo vibrators with new batteries and the new bondage hood she found. The duffle was taken to the bedroom and dropped off on the bed, and then she returned. The other items that were lying around the room she cleaned and put away; thank goodness for baby wipes in the cabinet. Then she started undoing the leather straps holding me in position.

I tried to tell her "don't tell my wife" in gag speak but she was paying no attention, instead working quickly she had finished removing the straps and put them away. The room now looked much as it had when we entered. Then grabbing my shoulders she pushed me back to an upright position and unhooked the clips holding my ankles apart. Backing me up a couple of feet she reattached the hobble chain and pointed me toward the door. We walked up through the house and stopped at the kitchen long enough to have a glass of Gatorade ® by the fridge then to the master bathroom; unsnapping the cock harness long enough to allow me to pee. I had been surprised by the lack of need to do that but suspect that all had been sweated out through the workout. Back in the bedroom she laid out a couple of bath towels on the bed in the same diagonal angle as the chains as she waited. I returned with my hands still locked behind me I saw the ropes on the bed and started to freak out.

She reached out and squeezed my balls to get my attention. "Stand still slave or there will be a price to pay." She said in a commanding tone.

Grabbing the crotch rope she quickly put it on me starting with a service loop that was at the half way point under my bellybutton and wrapping it around the waist, returning back to the same point, then down the front splitting my package making sure to put a knot under my leather bound package to prevent the butt plug from coming out and on to the rope in back. She finished by looping it at the back and letting the excess dangle. Then sat me down on the bed roughly in the position she wanted, as I understood by the towel placement.

"Slave, I want you to say nothing and behave. To help in that I have taken many picture which I will show your wife if you don't." showing me the camera. "You will be here for a little while so rest if you can. To help there I'm going to darken the room and add ear plugs. Do you understand?" she said

I nodded affirmative, the asked "What will you tell my wife?" in gag speak.

"She doesn't need to know anything if you behave. Now no more questions!" She answered

I wondered how that would be possible under the circumstance but didn't comment.

Then she removed the ball gag and allowed me time to move my jaw. Getting behind me on the bed she reached into the duffle and opened up the lacing on the hood. Why I didn't look back at her I don't know; my mind wasn't sharp anymore. She found the ear plugs from earlier and inserted them into both of my ears. In the few seconds it took for me to think there's something wrong here, she had pulled the hood out of the duffle and slipped it over my head in one quick motion. Once down she quickly began lacing it tight starting at the top and working her way down. She finished by tying the laces at the base, closing the leather belt at the base and adding a small padlock that was supplied with it. I was still able to see and talk if desired.

She smiled at her conquest, but knew she had to hurry to complete the job. So she told me to turn so my legs toward the footboard leg of bed and put my feet against it. While at the kitchen earlier she had checked the ice locks and found they were still not entirely frozen solid so she scrapped the thought of using them and instead went with a conventional padlocks to attach my leather ankle cuffs to the chain attached there, removing the hobble in the process. Then starting with the ankles and knees she tied each together. She dropped the butt plug control off to the side allowing her to finish. The loose crotch rope was threaded down through my legs to the footboard and let hang.

Next she unlocked both hands and let me a brief moment of freedom since early afternoon, but since my legs were firmly tied I didn't know what I could do. Being horny I use the several seconds to reach up and grab her breasts wanting to bring them closer to nibble on those tits. Instead she pushed me down and with a hard shove or two had me lying almost at the diagonal across the bed that she wanted.

"You might get some of that later slave but not now!" She said

Then she used the chain from the opposite headboard corner on my leather wrist cuffs using a spring lock clip on each side and pulling them together above my head till my arms were stretched above my head she put the lock on the chain loops within reach of my hands closing it removing the key leaving only the service loop of chain there. The key with a small string attached was placed just outside of my reach on the bed (I didn't know it was there). She added to the arrangement by adding a rope at my elbows going around both three times then rapping between the two until there was only a small loop left on each side, just enough to slip the hands and elbows through. The last few touches were to put the ball gag w/dildo into place by pitching my nose close which she did; then buckled it on then added the snap on blindfold. The final touch was pulling on the crotch rope till it was very tight and tying it off; burying the butt plug deep in my ass and turning the vibrator on low. She listened for the buzz, delighted that it changed tones; knowing that I was clinching on my sphincter muscles also noticing that my cock was springing back to full attention. She looked at the finished product one more time, making sure the duffle was left open on the floor, she pulled out the camera and took several pictures and then lighted the candles, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Going back to the secondary bathroom Jill redressed. She left the bath in its previously used state with ropes and enema equipment where they were last used and left the door ajar. She dropped off the camera on the table, removing its memory card to take along, collected the movie case and left the house right at 6:45 pm headed home to change for the evenings activities.

Being tied up on the bed gave me time to think as there was little else to do. When I came into the master bedroom earlier and saw the equipment laying there I knew it was going to be a ruff evening. I still was feeling worn out from the afternoon's workouts and the Ibuprofen that I was given had done nothing to take the soreness out of all those places that hurt. Thinking of the exploits that happened I began to wonder if Jill had taken most of the ideas I had written as a menu for my wife and decided to apply them all at once to see what happens. The butt plug was happily buzzing along and thinking of her in the corset, with those beautiful perky breasts and that shaved pussy was getting me horny again. The feel of the leather cock and ball harness was cutting in so I knew that my cock was standing at full attention. I still smiled internally at how she was able drive me nuts; hoping that someday to return the favor and give her a similar treatment.

Hearing anything with both the hood and ear plug on was out of the question but a light breeze started going across my bound body caught my attention, as it didn't change but stayed constant I guessed the furnace must have come on. The thoughts came around to my wife. What would she think of this situation? She knew that I did self bondage once in a while but we had agreed that it would only be done while she was relatively close by for safety reasons (at least that's what she wanted); would she be mad? With her shopping trip I thought she'd come home in a good mood as that's something she really enjoys doing. And what's with a desert tonight with Jill, she hadn't mentioned it to me. How would Paula deal with this situation if Jill showed up when she found me? That would be very interesting! There goes my cock again standing at full attention. I wonder what she'll think when she walks in and finds her husband tied in bed with a hood on and two dicks sticking straight up like "ready for service ma'am!" Wait a minute... is that what Jill's was planning, to have her and Paula find me together? Is that why she tied me like this? That could be a lot of fun or a real bad scene, depending on the circumstances. All those thoughts were running around in my mind begging for answers, and none coming. Time again became meaningless and with little else to do I finally closed my eyes and drifted for a while.

At 7:20 pm Jill was walking over to the house and met Paula at the car as she was getting out with the days shopping bags and a chocolate desert cake from the store. Jill had brought a bottle of red wine for the occasion. They started to chat about the shopping trip and the new cloths as they headed for the house. Jill couldn't suppress a grin as they talked, walking into the house together. Whatever else would happen this evening "Mistress Jill" knew she have a winning hand.


Epilogue

Six weeks later

Jill gave a call to Paula on Saturday morning to check about "The shopping trip" that was being planned. Paula had told her girl friends that she and Jill would be going to be to the Mall and wouldn't be back till late, which was a lie. She said she wanted to replace some cloths because of the weight loss that she recently experienced which was really true. Jill has been a good influence on Paula, encouraging her to become more physically fit and in tune with her body. They were becoming good friends; working on a diet and using natural supplements together which was helping my wife's self esteem and increasing her sex drive.

Paula took the call from the basement bondage closet; since I was there she put their phone call on speaker.

"Do you have all the equipment in place?" Jill asked

"Yes Mistress" Paula answered.

"Is Jack ready" Jill asked

"He's currently very quiet at the moment Mistress. That ErosTec ™, ET232 that we purchased works very well with the butt plug when set to voice activated and dialed up a little. I also added a couple of the pads at the base of his dick to see what happens." she answered

"Were you supposed to be playing with the new toys SLAVE?! I don't remember saying anything other that securing him to the chair." said Jill

"No Mistress... I just thought it was a good idea at the time, he was being mouthy with me on our way down" Paula answered. To which I grunted...and felt the plug and pads come to life causing me to squirm, bound tightly to the chair.

Jill said "That's what ball gags are good for...you know better than that. It also looks like you need some reminding of who's in charge as well "slave girl"! I'll be thinking of an appropriate punishment on my way over...maybe riding that pole while being whipped...we can use your screams for the Tens unit as an audio pickup for him... will see."

"Yes mistress" Paula answered meekly, as she reached for the ball gag with the chin strap. Pausing to insert it in my mouth... she asked "Is John going to join us too?"

Jill said "No, he just left for another 3 day trip, so Jack will just need to pick up the slack... I'll be taking more pictures today for the final draft of "The Male BDSM Menu" to finish the illustrations. It should be a great tool for those beginning Mistress's that just need some menu ideas on dealing with their untrained male slaves.... and I'll blank the slave's faces like you suggested for the final product."

Paula said "That'll be good. I think Jack will be looking forward to getting it completed, won't you dear... then we can funnel some of the profits into a few more ET232 toys, and maybe make a second edition."

All I could do was groan... ZAP...ZAP...quietly.