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 My wife and I have been together for more than 12 years.  We met one
another at work.  She was my former boss at a large retail chain.  She has
always had a strong personality and a natural dominant streak which made
her an ideal candidate for the managerial position.  Her dominant streak
also carried over into our relationship when we started dating.

   Several months into our relationship, I quickly realized that my wife
had a fondness for humiliating and degrading acts.  One of my first
experiences as such occurred while we were out to dinner one night.  We had
just sat down to eat at one of our favorite restaurants.  The waiter came
over to take our drink order, and as usual, my wife ordered a glass of
Chardonnay.  Just as I was about to order a mixed drink, my wife abruptly
interrupted and said to the waiter, "He'll have a draft beer."

   As the waiter walked away, she looked at me and just smiled - not saying
a word.  When I asked her what that was all about, she replied with a
simple "Don't worry, I have something special planned for you tonight."
When the waiter returned with our drinks, my wife proposed a toast to "a
new beginning." Not sure of what she meant by that, I reached for my glass
and toasted her.

   "How is your beer?" she asked.  I told her that I'm not particularly
fond of beer and would have preferred a mixed drink.  She then looked into
my eyes, and with a big smile, said "Maybe I can help you out with that
request?  I need you to do me a favor and drink at least half of your
beer." I did as she suggested.  She then stood up, grabbed my glass and
walked away.

   I presumed that she went to exchange the beer for a mixed drink.  A few
minutes later she returned with a full glass of beer in her hand.  "Another
beer?" I asked her.  She smiled and replied "No, it's a `mixed' drink like
you requested." I chuckled at her and said "This is not a mixed drink. 
It's another beer."

   She then got up from her seat and sat next to me.  She placed her hand
on my crotch under the table and as she gave my balls a tight squeeze said
"I took your beer into the ladies room with me and pissed in it.  That
officially makes it a mixed drink.  Now you're going to be a good boyfriend
and drink ALL OF IT while I sit across from you and watch.  If you can't
manage to drink it all, then we will have to find other ways for you to
acquire a taste for my `champagne'.

   Reluctantly, I took my first sip of the `mixed' drink as she watched
closely.  It was apparent from her facial expressions that she enjoyed
watching me struggle to consume the mixed beverage.  "You don't seem to be
enjoying your drink?  That is very disappointing to me and I take it
personal.  We will `talk' about this a little more when we get home."

   On the way home she began to once again express how disappointed she was
in me.  "I'm seriously offended that you didn't enjoy my special drink!"
"Things need to change if this relationship is going to last!"

   When we got home, she instructed me to go upstairs into our bedroom,
remove all my clothing and lay down on the bed.  I did as she asked.  She
came up several minutes later and proceeded to restrain me tightly to the
bed in a spread eagle position.  I had never been tied up before in any
previous relationship, and was a bit nervous about what was to come.  She
left the room for several minutes before returning with what looked to be a
plastic bottle in her hand.

   "Do you know what this is?" she asked.  Yes, it's a bottle.  "No it's a
baby's bottle filled with my piss!  If you're going to act like a baby and
not follow instructions, then we will have to treat you like one."

   "Now lets see how well you follow directions?  Open wide for me." She
tried to force the nipple of the bottle into my mouth while gently stroking
my cock in an attempt to coerce me.  After several unsuccessful attempts to
insert the bottle in my mouth, she became both angry and frustrated with
me.

   She put the bottle down and gave me a very hard slap to the face while
grabbing my neck with her other hand.  "I hate not getting my way!  Now
you're going to see another side of me that I wasn't planning on showing
you until later on in this relationship!"

   She then forced a pair of her dirty panties into my mouth and taped it
closed using duct tape.  She grabbed my balls and began to squeeze each one
very hard between her fingers.  To say the pain was intense would be an
understatement.

   She then began to punch and slap my balls repeatedly for nearly 10
minutes!  It was apparent that she was a sadist at heart and enjoyed my
suffering.  I was gagging on the panties which had been stuffed in my
mouth. They were effective at muffling my screams.

   "You decide how you want this night to go!  I'm sure what I'm doing to
you right now doesn't feel so good.  Now are you going to be more
cooperative?" "Yes!" I acknowledged with several nods of my head.  With
that she finally stopped.  Even though she stopped, the pain continued for
several more minutes.

   "Hopefully from this point on in our relationship, we will never have to
go there again." She then removed the tape and her saliva-covered panties
from my mouth.  "Open your mouth bitch!" I did as she asked this time.

   She placed the nipple of the bottle back into my mouth and told me to
start drinking.  The taste was very bitter, much worse than her dinner
cocktail earlier that night.  As I began to drink her piss from the bottle,
she gently massaged my cock as if to say good job.  When I managed to
finish about ⅓ of the bottle, she removed it from my mouth.

   "I'm getting really horny watching you drink my piss.  So horny that I
need to get myself off!" She reached into her nightstand and removed her
favorite vibrator and some lube.  She then grabbed the plastic baby bottle
and actually taped it into my mouth!  The tape ran from the back of my neck
to the back of the bottle, and held it in an upright position.

   "Your job is to finish the rest of my piss before I finish myself off.
If you don't, you will be punished again!  Now start drinking!"

   She began fucking herself with the dildo while staring at me struggling
to consume the remainder of her piss.  "Are you finally learning to enjoy
the taste of my piss?  Better keep drinking...I'm about to cum hard!"

   I did manage to finish it all just prior to her cumming which seemed to
please her.  "Since you did such a good job, I have a reward for you."

   She grabbed my cock and began stroking it.  "You have exactly 2 min to
cum.  If you can't manage to do so, then you don't get to cum tonight!"

   My balls were still sore from the beating they took earlier, but I did
somehow manage to cum within the allotted time.  This was truly `a new
beginning' as my wife suggested during her toast earlier that evening at
dinner.