Author's Note: My first story. My wife and I do a little chastity play and some bondage, but nothing to the level i've written this story to!


Chapter 1 – Life in Balance

Mistress D's slave awoke as normal with a throbbing pain in his crotch. The plastic prison encasing his cock stifled his erection. His moans were lost in the penis gag that she had locked onto him, penetrating his mouth and throat whilst the thick, padded leather hood completed his sensory isolation. He tried to move but he was bound – arms locked in a single leather arm binder behind him, a collar chained to the radiator on the floor, legs bound by leather straps at his ankles, thighs and knees. He was going nowhere.

Mistress D had dressed him up to look like a slut last night after getting back from their 'date', fishnets, suspender belt and a see through baby doll. He was dressed like a slut ready for a good fucking and that's exactly what she gave him. She had teased him with her new 9 inch strap on, displaying it proudly in his face, commenting on its size compared to his pathetic, caged cock. She pointed out its life like appearance – even down to the set of large balls on it. She fucked his mouth with it, occasionally taking it out to slap him round the face, before putting on the gag and hood. She then used his arse for a good while until she had come countless times and gained enough pleasure for one night. Once finished, she pushed a massive butt plug up his arse before he was pushed onto the floor, bound, chained up and left to try and sleep... To most people this would seem like a terrible life – but her slave was the happiest he had ever been. His Mistress loved him, she used him, and she owned him.

D had never slept as soundly as she had the last few weeks – the effect of taking charge of both their lives allowed her to relax more at home – for he took care of everything. If she was stressed – he would be there to rub it away, if she was tired – he would be there to care for her and tuck her into bed, and if she was horny – well – lets just say she loved hearing him struggle in the middle of the night, bound on the floor, and she loves his moans of frustration as she played with him, teasing him. The latest theme was dressing him as a slut whilst she had her way and she loved it. As she drifted back to sleep she thought that maybe she would fuck him again in the morning, or maybe she would make him worship her pussy – either way she would never again be denied pleasure when she wanted it, however she wanted it...


Chapter 2 – A while earlier...

D sat on the terrace enjoying the last of the summer sun with a cool glass of Pinot Grigio. The last few months had disappeared in a whirlwind of romance and stress since the wedding. She now spent her time deep in thought, thinking about how she wanted thing to be in their life, after all – things were different now.

Long had she pondered how best to control her man, sure they had dabbled with a little light BDSM before the wedding, but it was never serious. But things had changed now, for D had vowed to guide and protect him in her wedding vows – but the unspoken vow between them at that time was that she would train him, use him, and own him.

The next few weeks were spent with her constantly searching and reading Femdom material on the net. She had her new husband show her the ropes as she knew he looked at porn a lot of the time when she wasn't around, before banishing him to the lounge whilst she read away to her hearts content.

Over the next few weeks she had formulated a plan, and when the time was right it would be time to implement it. Her new husband, no sorry, new property had no idea what laid in store for him.


Chapter 3 – Preparation, Preparation, Preparation

As it turned out, he had to travel with work for a couple of weeks later in the year, which left D with the perfect opportunity to put her plan into action. First things first, she needed to get the right kit. She spent an evening on the internet, searching for items that had cropped up in her stories. It turned out that a lot of the kit could be bought of eBay or some main stream sex toy sites, which kept costs down. The kit may not be the best quality to start of with, but she could replace the items that she liked for the really good stuff as she wanted to.

She placed her orders and sat back – contemplating what was to come. She was horny, the reviewing of sex toys along with the thought of what was to come had turned her on more than she realised, she went into the bedroom, reached in her top draw and withdrew her favourite rabbit vibrator- the next 30 mins was lost in orgasmic bliss, the end only coming as she slipped off into a deep sound sleep.

The weekend came and he was still away, which turned out well. The postman rang the door ball and D shot down the stairs. The post van was parked outside with a number of large box's placed outside it. He kindly helped her upstairs with it all, and when they were finished she thanked him and closed the door. Her hands were shaking with excitement, it was like Christmas. She restrained herself from ripping open the box's straight away, instead deciding to sort out their current sex toy hiding place first, and the rest of the bedroom. 'His' cupboard was emptied of his clothes – they would be sorted later if they too survived the cull, the current sex toys hanging in there were sorted, some reaching the end of their lives whilst the others were left in their homes. She installed a small catch on the inside of one door to enable it to be locked closed, followed by a small catch at the front that would enable a padlock to be used locking the cupboard.

Once done, she unpacked the boxes onto the bed. The array of things was amazing, she was so happy with all the items the got. She laid it all out on the bed and surveyed her new purchases – A number of different dildos and vibrators of various sizes, some compatible with two new strap on harnesses, one for her to wear and one that would fit him whilst he was wearing his chastity device, a number of different butt plugs of ever increasing size and also a set of anal training dilators that would be used with the new leather butt plug harness she also purchased to stretch his back passage. There was a number of new leather items; an isolation hood that had only two small nose holes for breathing in it with locking collar, another hood that had a removable blindfold and gag, a leather armbinder cuff, a number of locking leather belts, and some new locking wrist and ankle cuffs. Other items included a few new gags – one ball, one penis shaped and one that had both an internal and external dildo on it, all we lockable. Finally packed away, she then turned her attention to his clothes. All but his newest boxers were thrown out, a number of his old clothes went and what was left was put into the largest draw that she had also put a padlock on.

She popped into town and selected a number of new items for both her self and items that she would dress her new slave in – some slutty lingerie including baby dolls and body suits, and number of girl's bright panties and some sets of stockings and suspenders. The rest she could supply from her old clothes, after all she wanted an excuse to go shopping.

Once home she put his new 'clothes' into the spare room cupboard – he would only have access to his slave clothes- sissy lingerie for when she wanted him to look 'fuckable' in the evening, his maids outfit for when he was doing his chores, a waitress outfit for if they ever had guests 'open' to their lifestyle, and some other bits of old lingerie and clothing she had for him to wear in the day when he went to the office. She intended to turn him into her sissy slave at home, he would either wear the clothes she supplied, or he would be naked and punished for disobeying her – either way she was happy!


Chapter 4 – The eager return

It had been a long two weeks away for him and she had missed him terribly, not least because of the anticipation of the coming change. It was around 7 pm when he finally got home and she greeted him at the door. They hugged and kissed for a while, telling each other how much they had been missed. She had gone to great lengths to set out dinner, the table was set, candles were lit, and wine was on stand by. They had a fantastic meal and caught up on the last two weeks of each others lives. She made no mention to the changes she had made, not wanting to spoil the surprise. After dinner, she suggested they relax on the sofa, she offered to fill up his wine before they sat down.

She was so close to having him, her pussy was moist with anticipation, she made sure his attention was on something else and slipped the sleeping pills into his wine. She turned round and handed him his spiked wine and proposed a toast:

"To the future"

They drank their wine and talked for a couple of mins, before she suggested they go to the bedroom. The drugs were all ready starting to take effect on him, she didn't have long:

"Are you ready to serve your Mistress slave?" She asked as he sat on the bed, looking at her with a puzzled expression on his face.

He started to mumble something but the drugs were in full effect, within moments he was asleep on the bed, leaving her to congratulate herself on a job well done. She took her time; she had waited to long to rush this, put in too much planning not to savour this. She removed his clothes, before locking on his chastity cage. He could not hear the click of the lock, but she smiled at the sound none the less – he was now her's, completely and forever.


Chapter 5 – A new dawn, a new day

She watched him the next morning and saw the sign he was starting to wake up, still groggy from what he would assume was the wine – and she would never tell him what she had done. He opened his eyes to darkness, his sleepy mind failing to register the hood locked over his head straight away. He tried to reach up to remove what ever it was, but his arms were bound tightly behind his back. She watched him struggle for a moment before realising that he was not going to free his arms, so he called out for his wife. His call went no where, only a muffled grunt was heard due to the penis gag in his mouth and down his throat, and he started to panic. He tried to wriggle but found he could barely move, his legs were bound together as well. Finally she spoke to him.

"Good morning slave, welcome to your new life as my husband." The muffled response was only greeted with a giggle from her. "Don't bother struggling, I can assure you there is no escape unless I grant it. Now that you're my husband lets make one thing clear – I OWN YOU" She almost shouted the last three words. "Your purpose in life is as you vowed – to honour and obey – you will serve my every whim, and my pleasure will be the one priority you have in life from now on."

"Your pleasure means nothing anymore, but given previous history you will enjoy serving me anyway" She continued. His cock betrayed his thoughts, stiffening in its cage. She noticed this and laughed. "See what I mean, your all ready getting aroused and I have not even scratched the surface yet."

"Your training begins today slave, and I have been busy preparing for it whilst you have been away. I will turn you into my slave, to do my bidding, no matter how long it takes so there is no point resisting. There is no escape from that bondage, just as there is no escape from the truth that this is what you crave, what you desire, what you need deep down. Is this clear?"

He tried to plead with her, to ask her to stop, but the muffled cry only served to strengthen her next course of action. He frantically thrashed at his bonds best he could.

"Clearly not, a pity" she continued as she starts pumping up something. The groaning into his gag indicating that the inflatable butt plug in his arse was getting larger. She put down the pump for the inflating butt plug. "I will leave you to think about your situation for a while whilst I go meet a friend for coffee in town. If you decide this is not what you want for us then simply release yourself from your bondage and we'll carry one as normal when I get back." With that she bursts out laughing and walks off for she knows the bondage is un-escapable. Unlike previous times she had tied him up relying on rope, the leather strapping was simple, strong and most importantly locked in place with pad locks, the keys to which were in her pocket.

She popped into town and met her friend for coffee but her mind was on other things. She kept asking herself if this was the right thing, but then noted how aroused she was and decided that she wanted nothing more in the world. She chatted for an hour or so over a drink, catching up on the events in the last couple of weeks. A couple of hours later she returned home. She walked into the bedroom quietly and watched him struggling for a moment, before saying to him "Well your still here, I'm so pleased – I take this as a sign you agree with the way things should be?"

The bound mass on the floor let out a whimper and nodded its head best it could.

"Excellent, then we shall continue, there are a lot of chores outstanding from your trip." She began to undo his bondage, starting with his legs, then his hood. Leaving the other items on, she put a posture collar around his neck, locking it shut with a padlock. She attached a short leash to it and motioned for his to follow. With his arms still bound behind his back he had no choice. She led him into the study and told him to kneel.

"This slave" she said pointing at the spare wardrobe "contains everything you will need to wear to serve me. You will find out in due time that all other clothes are locked out of you reach, so you either wear what I tell you, or wear nothing and get punished, do I make myself clear?"

He nodded in response, not able to talk because of the gag still locked in place in his mouth.

"Good – let me show you what you are to wear when doing chores, everything else can wait for now." She pulled out a hanger and then reached down into a basket in the bottom of the cupboard and grabbed some other items. She held up the outfit to slave. "This is your maids outfit, and this will be worn anytime you do chores, whether I am hear or not. You must wear this with these items as well to complete the look."

She held up the items, a French maids dress, a pair of fishnet stockings, and black suspender belt, a black thong, a set of locking wrist, thigh, and ankle cuffs and a pair of high heal ankle boots. He looked at the shoes in shock, for they must have had at least a 6 inch heal, and had padlocks on the sides to lock them onto however put them on. "As you can see, when you put the items on, I expect the boots and cuffs to be locked. I and I alone will have the keys, so I suggest that you plan when you do chore in future so that you don't get stuck in a silly........predicament." With that last point she allowed herself to giggle.

She started to put the items onto her slave – the thong, stockings and suspender belt first, then she mentioned that today was special and that he was getting a special treat. She grabbed an extreme leather waist clincher and began to put in on him. At first he didn't react but then she went around and started to tighten the straps. With every yank on the clincher his waist was drawn in and a grunt of discomfort was heard.

She eventually had his waist down to the size she wanted, giving him an extremely feminine hour glass figure. She then proceeded to pull the maids dress up around his waist and over the waist clincher. The click of the pad locks as the shoes were locked in place made him flinch, and made D smile. She then locked a short 6 inch chain between the two ankle cuffs she had put on him, before padlocking the two thigh cuffs together, meaning he could only hobble around. He moaned in his gag and she laughed before finally undoing the arm binder and realising my arms. Straight away however locking wrist cuffs were put on and he had chains attached from my collar to them, once again restricting the movement he could get from my arms. He looked at his Mistress pleadingly – "How can she expect me to do chores like this?" he thought to himself as he struggled to draw air into his restricted body.

As if she was reading his mind she spoke – "You may find it difficult at first, but you must get used to it. I must know that my slave is restrained at all times, and I don't want to have to watch you 24/7." She passed him a piece of paper. "These are your chores for the rest of the morning. You will not be eating until they are finished to a sufficient standard so I suggest you try your hardest. If I want your service at any time I will ring this bell" She held up a small brass bell. "You will drop everything, find me, kneel at my feet and await my instructions, is that clear"

Once again he could do nothing but nod at her.

"Off you go then slave, have fun" She giggled as she watched him take his first steps in high heels. She watches for am moment, his struggling to adapt amusing her before she finally left for the lounge to relax. After a few minutes, she rang the small bell loudly, and moments later her slave tottered carefully across the lounge to kneel at her feet.

"I need the remote for the telly" She ordered. He looked around, and then noticed it at the other end of the sofa. She watched him intently for a reaction, to test his servitude with the smallest of tasks. After a moments pause he leant over and passed her the remote. "Good boy" she said in a sarcastic tone whilst patting him on the head. "Carry on". He got up and returned to his chores.

She left it a few minutes before ringing the bell once again. "I need my drink slave" – it was by her feet and she knew this, but she was testing him. Once again he passed it and she smiled inwardly – this is going very well indeed she thought to herself.

Over the next couple of hours she routinely summoned him for different, but small tasks – fluffing her pillow, changing the TV channel, and other such things. He finally came to kneel at her feet without a summons.

"Have you finished your chores slave?" He nodded at her like an energetic little puppy. "Good, then I shall inspect your work. She led him into the bedroom and tethered his collar to the base of the radiator, causing his arse to stick up in the air. She spent the next 5 minutes checking the bedroom and en suite, noting down discrepancies in a note pad, however minor. Once she was finished she went back and addressed her slave.

"Is that honestly your best effort, because if it is you're in for a lot of pain" She shouts, before listing all the minor infractions she has spotted on her inspection, such as creases in the bed, dust behind the sink, and the untidiness of the bottles in the shower rack. She grabs a riding crop that she had stowed away next to the bed for easy access and tells her slave. "I tally 25 infractions, so that's 25 swats for each cheek.

She leans forward and removes the penis gag, the accumulated drool dribbles off the gag as she pulls it out. "I want to hear you scream when I punish you" she whispers in my ear. "You will thank me after each stroke and keep count for me." With those words she pulled up his maids dress over his arse, pulls down his panties and then steps back and lands the first stroke on his left cheek. He yells out in pain as the blow lands before saying his first words of the day "One, thank you Mistress."

The next lash lands, and the next and it continuous until all 25 blows are done on the left cheek.."Only 25 more to go slave, let this be a lesson to you that I expect your best from now on in your work". With that the crop lands across his right cheek, causing another yelp in pain. When his punishment is over, she unchains his collar tells his to lay face down on the bed. She gets some lotion form the bathroom and starts massaging it onto his arse, the red marks from the whipping prominent.

"I don't like punishing you slave, but it is necessary to ensure you reach my high standards. I only ask that you try your best, and this will avoid future lashings." With that she gets up and orders him to correct his mistakes whilst she makes lunch. She nearly walks off before remembering that the gag has been removed. "Oh I nearly forgot slave, come here" and before he can protest she re locks the penis gag in place.

She left him to re do his chores and set about making lunch – a large omelette for them to share. Half way through cooking, he returned to her and knelt at her feet.

"Are you stupid or something slave, you'll get burnt if you sit there" she said to him in a silly voice so to reassure him that she wasn't actually angry. After all, she wanted him to automatically kneel at her feet if he if finished an awaiting instructions. "I've put your cushion out by the table, got sit on it until I say otherwise."

He totted off in his maids outfit and sat on his cushion. When she was finished coking she put her lunch on a plate, and put his into a dog bowl they had used a few times during their previous play sessions. She went over to him, relocked his hands behind his back and removed his gag. She then placed his bowl in front of him and told him to eat up, for he would need his strength...


Chapter 6 – The rest of the weekend

The rest of that day was spent relaxing around the house – well at least the rest of her afternoon was. Her slave spent it doing further chores for her – eventually cleaning the entire flat top to bottom. Her second inspection went much better than the first, with only one infraction – he had not taken the bins out.

"But Mistress" he stammered to her as she pointed this out "I can't go out like this".

She pondered on this for a moment – was she mean enough to do that to him? No, in truth she wasn't. She walked off without a word and returned with a pair of his combats and a jumper. She undid the collar and chains and then told him to put the clothes on.

"But Mistress, the shoes" he stammered indicating that the high healed shoes were still locked on.

"Your lucky I'm letting you wear trousers and a top slave, don't push your luck any further." She shouted at him. With that he put the clothes on and tottered to the door. Luckily the bin is close to their front door, and he sneaked out without anybody seeing.

On return to the flat she summoned him to the study, where she unlocked his cuffs, and shoes and told him to strip. The next outfit she showed him was his service outfit that he was to wear whenever he was serving her but not doing chores, such as in the mornings and evenings. It was actually a female waiters outfit, a scanty mesh top, thong and fake collars and cuffs.

For the rest of the evening she made her slave serve her in every way – cooking dinner, giving her a full pedicure, on a number of occasions she would make him worship her pussy, making him beg to lick her there, to give her pleasure. At around 8 pm she put on a film and her slave curled up on his cushion by her feet, happy, tired and content.

At bed time she took it easy on him, the days events clearly taking its toll. She only used locking fist mitts on him and padlocked them behind his back, before binding his elbows together with rope, before she teased him by rubbing his trapped penis, exciting him to the point where he begged her to stop because of the pain. She carried on regardless for a while, his penis dripping pre cum at the attention, before getting bored and rolling over to sleep.

The next morning she untied him, and told him to get up, put on his service outfit and make her breakfast. He went and made her a delicious breakfast in bed platter with freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh fruit, poached eggs on toast and a small flower picked from the garden.

She rewarded him for his effort in making breakfast by allowing him to worship her pussy out once again, she though nothing could be better in life than waking up like this on a Sunday.

They were to go shopping that day and buy a few things that they needed. She showered first, making him scrub her body from top to tail, and during the whole time his penis dripped pre cum – his excitement at rubbing her body obvious. After that she unlocked his draw and took out the clothes that she would allow him to wear that day. When he got out the shower she motioned to the clothes on the bed. "But there are no underpants Mistress".

"Of course there is silly, in your underwear draw." She watched him as he opened his draw and comprehended what she had done. All his old boxers were gone and she had re filled the draw with women's panties, stockings, suspender belts and tights. She walked over and started to pick up items. "I think these would look good today slave, wouldn't you agree".

"Yes Mistress" he replied meekly as she held up a pair of stockings, a suspender belt and a tiny thong.

Over the course of the day as they were shopping she would grope him, feeling his girly underwear and teasing him as to what a slut he was. She also dropped various hints about how horny she was at the thought of him in his stockings and suspenders and that she could want to get him home and let him fuck her brains out. He fell for it hook line and sinker thinking his luck was in and he bounded about like a child before Christmas, little did he know about the new leather strap on designed exactly for a man in chastity that was in the toy cupboard.

Later that evening after she had dressed him up and made him serve her dinner, she said to him. "So slave, are you ready to fuck your Mistresses brains out?"

"Oh yes please Mistress, I've been so horny all day thinking about it"

"I'm glad that you gain so much pleasure from wanting to please me slave, follow me." She led him to the study and told him to strip, before putting on his leather collar and cuffs. She then attached a leash and practically dragged him to the bedroom, giving him no warning as to where she wanted him to go. She stripped, lay back on the bed and used the leash to drag his face into her waiting pussy.

"First things first slave, you will give me an orgasm with your mouth. I always like to start with some oral sex." He complied and starting licking her all around her pussy, teasing her lips and making her moan in pleasure. Before long he was concentrating on her clit and she was moaning out load as her orgasm hit. "I need you to fuck me hard now slave"

"Yes Mistress" he said excitedly, expecting her to unlock his penis. It was bulging in his cock cage, dribbling pre cum at the prospect of being let out. He looked confused as she unlocked her wardrobe and removed a couple of items. Before he knew what was going on, she was attaching a strap on harness to him. He watch this and pleaded to her.

"Please Mistress, let me fuck you with my penis. I beg you to let me cum".

"Let you cum slave, why on earth would I do that? You have barely been locked up for 2 days" she laughed at him as she finished tightening the harness. "Besides" she said returning to the bed "I don't need your penis when I have this". She grabbed the dildo on the harness, it was a realistic 7 inch cock and balls. "Now fuck me slave, fuck my brains out as you promised you would earlier"

He sighed and slowly bent forwards towards her, the realisation hitting him that he was not going to be doing any fucking with his actually penis. She gasped as he slid the dildo into her wet and waiting pussy. He was slow at first, but soon built up a rhythm as she moaned loader and loader. She was like an animal in heat and just before cumming she grabbed his hair, pulled his face close and almost yelled at him – "Get used to this slave, your going to spend a lot of time fucking me!" and then she let go of his hair and yelled out as her orgasm hit. He slowed his pace to long slow thrusts allowing her time to come down from her high. He went to stop and pull out but she grabbed his collar.

"What the fuck are you doing, you're not done yet slave. You promised me a good fucking and that's what you're going to give me!" And with that she pulled his mouth to hers and gave him a deep hard kiss.

For the next hour or so she had her slave fuck her to so many orgasms that she lost count, half way through she grabbed a vibrating bullet and used it on her clit. At the end of her umpteenth orgasm, she told him to that enough was enough, she was exhausted and content. Her slave was exhausted from the physical activity, sweat was running down his brow and his trapped penis had not gone down one bit since they started, a trail of pre cum on the bed indicated that it had been dripping with excitement the entire time. He collapsed back onto the bed.

She leaned forward and grabbed his balls, roughly massaging them, bringing a further groan from him. "My my, these balls look like there filling up nicely." She laughed. "Hopefully they'll be nice and full when I let you next cum, if I let you cum that should be" she corrected. With that she got up off the bed and removed his strap on. It was getting late and was time for bed. She stared into her wardrobe – wondering what to use on him next. She selected the locking fist mitts again and secured his arms behind his back. A locking leather strap was used to pull his elbows together immobilising his arms. Next she put the penis gag in and locked it, the last thing she needed was to hear him moaning away all night. Finally the locking isolation hood was put on and she was finished. She pushed him over to his side of the bed and got in. She had barely pulled up the duvet and put her head down before she fell asleep – knackered from the fucking, and as content as she can ever remember being.


Chapter 7 - The way forwards

The next morning she woke from her nights sleep, feeling rested and happy. She looked over at her slave and saw that his cock and balls were erect, he was groaning in pain no doubt but the sounds where muffled by the gag and hood. She lightly tickled his balls, causing him to jump at the first touch. She played with his balls, teasing him, causing pre cum to drip once more. She got up leaving him there and showered, and when she came out she decide to play a little more and reached to the key around her neck.

As she removed the cock cage her slave groaned loudly in appreciation as his cock instantly grew to a full erection. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a hot flannel, before returning to wipe his cock clean. It was so hard and erect that it almost looked purple. She went to quickly grab something else she would need before she slowly teased him with her fingernails – dragging them up and down the base of his rock hard shaft. She then lowered her mouth to it and slowly started to lick it, causing him to groan even loader into his gag. She sucked on his cock, causing groan upon groan form him until she felt him close to cumming.

She stopped suddenly. Her slave gave a muffled cry, desperate to cum, but she wasn't about to let that happen. She grabbed the two sports ice packs she had got from the freezer and encased his cock in between them, causing him to cry out in shock and pain into his gag. A few moments took all the hardness out of his penis, so she once again started to tease him like before, stroking, licking and sucking on his penis until once again she could feel he was close to cumming. Slap with the ice packs – once again moans of pain and frustration came out from her slave. She continued this process for the next 20 minutes or so, getting him hard and close to cumming, and then icing his cock to make him loose his erection. At the final time of teasing, she used the ice on him until his penis was completely soft and tiny, and despite the cries of anguish, stuffed his cock back into its cage and locked it shut.

She released him from his bondage and told him to shower, and ensure that he had fully relived himself on the toilet, for he would not know when the next opportunity would come. She got changed whilst she waited, and then upon hearing him comeback in the room told him to stand facing the wall. She retrieved the butt plug harness from her cupboard and selected an anal dilator to go in it, not the smallest as it was tiny, but it was the second smallest. She put the plug into the harness, and then lubed it slightly to help its passage. She inserted it into her slave and tightened the harness up. Upon hearing the clicks he asked what happens if he needs to go. "You won't be able to or you'll shit yourself" was her simple reply, "I did warn you!"

He was working from home that day so she gave him a list of specific chores to do, and told him to sort out dinner as well. She laid out his clothes for the day, an old black smart dress of hers, along with a pair of lacy crotch less knickers. She watch him change and then gave a laugh at his appearance. With a kiss, a hug, and a comment along the lines of "I've loved every minute of this weekend, I hope you have to husband of mine" she left for work, the key to the cock cage and butt plug harness jangling around her neck.

She spent the day falling in and out of day dreams, think back over the weekend. Sometimes she would have to shake herself out of it as she would get increasingly turned on, other times she would worry she had done the wrong thing and text her husband to make sure he was ok. He always replied he was but his messages were short and fast, which concerned her.

She returned home that evening to a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen. She walked in and found her husband – or her maid more accurately slaving over the hot stove. He had the sense to put an apron on over his maid outfit whilst cooking, but when he saw his Mistress looking at it he panicked. He totted over in his heals and fell at her feet.

"I beg your forgiveness Mistress, I thought it best to put an apron on as to not spoil your slaves uniform. I should not have done so without permission". He clearly was worried, but she put a gentle hand under his chin and raised his head so she could look into his eyes.

"You made a sensible choice slave don't worry. I should have thought about it as well. From now on, you are allowed, no ordered to put the apron on when cooking. I will forgo punishment this time but from now on you must call me to ask me these things." She kissed him on the forehead and looked round.

She could not believe what she saw – the flat was spotless. This is why he had been short in any communication today, he must have been working flat out to do all this and get work done. The table had been laid for one, with his cushion, and bowls on the floor next to her seat. "I have to say slave, you have done me proud- this place looks amazing, and dinner smells wonderful."

"Thank you Mistress, I wanted to show my appreciation for the weekend, I know it took a lot of effort on your part and I want to show you how thankful I was."

She smiled and felt a weight lift off her shoulders that she had been carrying all day "well it wasn't all effort slave, you gave me plenty of pleasure as well!" She laughed "but I appreciate the sentiment. I wish to eat with my husband tonight at the dinner table, please lay yourself a place as well."

"Yes Mistress" he replied happily, and as he scurried off she patted him hard on the butt, and felt the butt plug harness she locked onto him.

"I almost forgot slave, how does that feel?"

"it was fine for most of the day but I think I may need to come out soon Mistress, if you know what I mean."

"Very well, how long until dinner" she asked

"Dinner will take another 45 mins, but I've finished preparing stuff now."

"Follow me slave, as I said I want dinner with my husband" and with that she lead him into the study and reached down and unlocked the padlocks on the butt plug harness and the high heals.

She laid out some normal clothes from his draws, told him to change, take care of business and put his uniforms away. She laid out some of his actual boys clothes and left to sit in the lounge. A few minutes later he returned to her and she told him to pour her a glass of wine. She was stressed from her day at work, so he offered to give her a foot rub. It helped immensely, she could feel the stress draining away as he massaged her aching feet. After about half an hour he told her that dinner would be ready, and he served up a delicious meal. After eating, they talked some more at the table, sipping wine and talking about their days.

"So do you think you made the right choice, husband of mine?" she asked.

He looked at her confused, not knowing what she was getting at.

"On Saturday morning I gave you a choice, stay in bondage therefore agreeing to be my slave or release yourself. You stayed" she giggled.

He laughed "Well I'm not sure how much of a choice I had Mistress, but I don't regret a single second of the weekend."

"Good" she smiled at him. "I only do it because I know you love it, as do I. Now, I want you to tidy up in here quickly, you can leave the washing up until your changed into your maids outfit tomorrow, and then once your done set up the bathroom for a nice bath followed by the bedroom to give me a full body massage." With those orders She walked off into the study and sat down at the PC.

She closed the door so he could not see what she was up to, and pulled out the digital camera. She downloaded all the photos she had taken across the weekend and uploaded them to the website she had set up whilst he was away – The training of a slave husband – a blog by Mistress D it read. She went on to give a detailed account of the weekends training, including photos she had taken at various points – Him bound after she drugged him, pictures of him in his maids outfit, his arse red raw after she whipped him for not doing chores properly etc. The website included previous posts from her, outlining her plans, pictures of the purchases she made, references and requests for ideas. She finished the blog and there was a tap at the door. Shutting the website she invited him in. "Your massage is ready Mistress"

The next hour was bliss, he massaged her entire body from head to toe, and by the end of it she was almost asleep. "Thank you slave that will be all now. You can sleep as you are tonight, no bondage needed. I want you awake early in the morning and doing your chores.

"Yes Mistress" he replied, and they both drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few days a pattern started to evolve in their lives. He would get up early, prepare breakfast and lunches. Once finished he would gently wake her up, sometimes by worshipping her pussy and helping her to shower, scrubbing her back. He served her breakfast and then they both got changed for the day ahead. He stopped complaining about his choice of underwear on the third day – he was going into the office and asked Mistress for some normal pants as he looked at the pair of panties she had picked. "You can either use the ones I've just selected and keep quite, or I'll make you wear a full set of stocking, thong, and suspender belt – your choice". End of conversation, he never bought it up again.

His most embarrassing time came on Thursday whilst she was at work, he had got changed into his maids outfit before the door bell rang – it was a delivery for Mistress.

Slave told Mistress after how he frantically tired to remove the high heeled boots, but he had locked them on, so he grabbed the longest dressing gown they had and peered round the door in a way not to let the delivery man see much of him at all. She laughed so hard that night it almost made her cry! By the end of the week she had made him fuck her with his strap on numerous times. In the evenings he would always greet her in the hall with a curtsey before bending over to kiss her feet. The first half an hour was spent with him massaging her feet whilst the talked about their days like normal people. After this she would sit down to the dinner he had lovingly prepared, sometimes allowing him to eat with her, but mostly he was made to sit by her feet and wait to eat her left overs out of a dogs bowl. At night she would leave him out of bondage, so he could get up and do his chores. Sometimes she would have him tickle her back until she was asleep, she would tease his locked up cock and balls until he begged her to stop, which of course she wouldn't.

By the end of the week she was happy with his progress, and also really happy with her blog. Their antics were starting to get quite a following as she gave daily updates on her slaves training. She had also got a lot of feed back from friends who had read the blog saying things like – I wish my husband was like that, or can I borrow him for a weekend!. Friday evening came around and she got home from work to find her slave as usual tottering around in his maids uniform cleaning. She had told him previously not to bother with dinner as they were going out on a date night together, but she needed to get him ready first....


Chapter 8 - The date

She instructed him into the bathroom and told him to kneel. She then went and fetches the other hood that she purchased for him, it was of very similar design and build to the other apart from the fact it had a removable blindfold and mouth cover. She secured it onto her slaves head, removing the two detachable parts.

Next, she fetched the double ended penis gag and locked it onto his head, filling his moth with one end whilst leaving the other end for her. She seductively stroked the gag whilst looking into his eyes, then started sucking on it to wind him up further. She then left the blindfold off, for she wanted him to see what was coming next.

She fetched the leather arm binder and started to put it on him, he didn't resist as she did it which surprised her, but then she had the crop standing by in case he did. She finished buckling it up and chuckled to herself, but her crop was attached to the end of the armbinder and she gave is a tug up, the effect being that her slave would have to bend forward as his arms were raised behind his back. She told him to crawl forward into the shower, then she attached the chain to the top of the shower door rail, leaving him stuck bent over in the shower facing away from the door. She went back to her cupboard and removed the items she would need, that had been delivered all the way from the USA the day before.

When she returned to her slave she had prepared everything she would need for his treatment – a large enema bag full of solution were now hanging up on the shower waiting to be used, so she lubed up the enema nozzle and pushed it into him. She made a point of slapping on the latex gloves like they do on TV before she reached for the lube. He only gave a small groan at first when it was pushed in, but his moans got loader and loader as she inflated the internal bulb to its full size so that it would stop the nozzle or any fluid from coming out before she wanted. A second smaller bulb was inflated on the outside to stop the nozzle disappearing to far up his bum.

"As you may have guessed slave, I'm giving you an enema to ensure that you're nice and clean for me." Having never done this before it will be a new and hopefully pleasant experience for both of us!" and with that she laughed. She attached the bag to the tub from the nozzle and then released the clamp holding the water in. She watched as the water flooded down the tub and then chuckled in delight as he moaned loudly into his gag. She let about 1/3 of the water flow in, before clamping it off to give her slave a chance to adapt.

He was moaning loudly into the gag, but when he quietened up she resumed the flow. Another stop was take and 2/3 before finally all the enema solution was in him. She clamped off the tube and then released his arms. She guided him into the bedroom, and by this point his was screaming into the gag.

"Now slave, by now I suspect that's pretty uncomfortable given the fact you have around 2 litres of solution up your arse, but the advice is that its left for at least 5-10 minutes before its let out so it can do its work. Until then, you will pleasure me with that dildo on your face. He shook his head, screaming into the gag. She darted forward and grabbed his nuts hard, he screamed loader.

"I am not letting that fluid out until I have cum, so I suggest you get going"

He groaned into the gag but slowly lowered the penis to her waiting wet pussy. He fucked her with his mouth until she came which took just over 5 mins before she took him into the bathroom once more. She deflated the enema nozzle with him sat on the toilet, removed it head him groaned loudly in relief as some of the water was expelled from him. When she came back 5 minutes later the smell was foul, so she flushed the toilet and opened a window.

"Your arse is disgusting slave, no wonder I need to do this." She sprayed his bum with a hose attached to the sink tap thankful for the gloves she was wearing, and guided him back down to his position in the shower. The enema process was repeated again with a fresh solution she made up, but this time she left him bent over in the shower, leaving the alarm clock behind him set for 7.5 minutes. She had purposefully selected an alarm clock that ticked very loudly, therefore giving him no choice but to hear the time ticking by.

He moaned constantly over the time, and she helped him up as the timer went off. Once again she removed the nozzle and left him. The second time round was better, but still not clean. He resisted her when she told him he would needed one more, but she managed to get him bent over again. This time, once the solution was in she left him bent over, and gave him 25 swats to each butt cheek with her crop as punishment for resisting her.

The final solution came out clear, indicating that his insides were fully cleaned. She removed all the bondage from him and told him to shower.

She went into the bedroom and put out the clothes he was going to wear that night. She made sure that he had his sexiest underwear to put on – in this case a wonderfully sexy set of stockings, suspenders and matching thong. She then unlocked his drawn and got out a nice pair of jeans and one of his nicest shirts. When he came out the shower he looked at what was set out, and didn't complain. He didn't even put up a fight she though to herself, in fact, he's got a hard on! His training is going quicker than I imagined.

Before he got changed though she ordered him over to her. She once again took out the locking butt plug and heard him groan. "What was that?" she snapped, and without waiting for an answer she bent him over and spanked him hard a number of times on each cheek. For that groan, you have just gone up a butt plug size. He moaned again.

"You just don't fucking learn do you slave, I'm going to use the largest plug I have at this rate." She selected the appropriate butt plug and locked it in place before ordering him to get changed. She put on a sexy corset top and short denim skirt and they headed out to their favourite restaurant for a meal, her slave constantly worried if people would notice something about him, a stray glimpse of the stockings, or the string of his thong. She just found it funny. After dinner when they got home she told him to follow her into the bedroom.

"Strip your man clothes off for me slave, and do it slowly like the slut you are!"

He slowly removed his clothes, finally stopping wearing nothing but his stockings, suspenders, thong, and of course the locked butt plug harness. She ridiculed him, for upon stripping a large glob of pre cum had fallen onto the carpet, his excitement and being made to dress up clear. Turn round, arms behind your back. She grabbed his final outfit that she had not put him in from the study – a sexy see though black baby doll – with fluffy parts around the breasts. She put it on him and then once again placed him in the leather arm binder and locked it shut. She then locked the penis gag onto him.

"My my, don't we look like a slut now." He could do nothing but nod his head. She went to the cupboard and removed a paddle and a cane. She laid them down purposefully in front of him before she shoved the isolation hood over his head and locked it shut. What he didn't see her do is get out her strap on out, complete with a 9 inch cock with realistic balls. She giggled as she took out her camera and took some photos for her blog, for the night was only just getting interesting.....