Nate and Linda (part1) (interr, fdom, bdsm, law) When I first met my wife, we were both law students at a well known law school in the Mid-West. It was the very first class of law school ("How to do legal research") and twenty of us were standing around in the law library's conference room when this stunning blonde literally ran into me. She apologized in a totally charming Southern drawl. "Oh, I do apologize. I thought I was late, you see." I made a slight bow, and said "No problem. We're still waiting on the instructor. My name is Nate." She relaxed and said "I'm Linda. I just came here straight from the airport." "Well, I've been here since yesterday, so, if you'd like, I can show you around later." She smiled up at me. Between her natural charms and her voice, I knew that I was going to be putty in her hands if I wasn't careful. Luckily she had no clue as to what I was thinking and merely said "That would be lovely!" The Instructor arrived and the rapid pace of first year legal studies soon overwhelmed us. Once our course was over, I caught her eye and asked her "Do you have a place to stay?" Linda shook her head, frowned and said "No. I have a motel reservation, but that's hardly long term..." Carefully, I said "I'm staying in a four bedroom condo with some married friends. We have an extra bedroom with bath. It's reasonably cheap and it's not far. Sheila's girlfriend Rachel was supposed to stay with us, but Harvard came through for her at the last minute, so we're stuck." I will confess my motives were entirely dishonorable. Linda was the sexiest woman I had seen in quite a while. She has blonde hair (and no I'm not saying if it's out of a bottle or not), an athletic body that has plenty of curves, wide blue eyes, and an adorable nose that's lightly dusted with freckles. Her head barely reaches my chin. Luckily for me, she eventually agreed to move in. We haven't been separated for any serious amounts of time since. We graduated school having both made law review. We were married immediately after we passed the Bar. Linda looked radiant in her white gown and I was darkly handsome in my tuxedo. I've always had fantasies about being the slave of a dominant woman. And as is common to men with such fantasies, I also have the standard being cuckolded fantasies. What I didn't know at the time was that Linda had known about my secret sex fantasies since she discovered my stash of porn in our second year of law school. The first inkling I had of our life to come was on our honeymoon. We were booked in a cabin in the mountains for two weeks before we returned to start our married lives back home. The first night, I made to carry her across the threshold, but she put her arm on me and said, "Let's do that when we get home." It made no never mind to me, so I agreed and we entered. Linda sat on the bed, utterly gorgeous, and asked me "How do you want our marriage to be?" I was confused and showed it. "What do you mean?" She said simply "When we moved in our second year, I found your stories. Is that something you are truly interested in?" I was floored. I had never shown my stories to anyone or even discussed them. Our sex life had been pure vanilla until then. "Um, that is, yes. Yes I am. I never thought...that is, I" Linda held her hand up. "I don't mind. I've always thought I might be dominant and I'm definitely a sadist. But I didn't want to talk about it until after we were married. I needed the security of a real commitment because our relationship is more important to me than any sex play. I love you Nate. I just wish you could have brought this up." I could feel the heat in my cheeks. "I love you too. But, these feelings make me feel ashamed and aroused. I can't bear the thought of losing you by expressing them." She said "Never. That's not going to happen as long as you're honest with me." And then she came to me and hugged me. After a long moment and a very satisfying kiss, we broke apart and she sat back on the bed. I promised her I would always say what I thought and felt. She laughed and said "Good! Now how committed are you to these fantasies of yours? Is this something you'd like occasionally, often or all the time? How far do you want to go with this? Sit down on the floor and tell me about it." I sat down at her feet and said "I'd love to live like that. Obviously, for work, we can't. But when we're at home, that's what I want." She smiled and said "That's what I's wants Mistress Linda" "That's what I wants, Mistress Linda." "Get undressed here, I'll go change in the bathroom.When you're undressed, kneel here until I return." "Yessum" I waited until she left the bedroom and then arose and stripped. My cock was as erect as it had ever been. She came back a long time later dressed in a pink, sheer garment revealed everything and showed nothing. She stood beside me for a while. I could see her toes move slightly as she thought. Then after an agony of waiting, she snapped "Get up!" I stood. Her cheeks were pink with passion and her eyes had a certain fire to them I had never seen before. "You're a bold slave, to eyeball me like that. I think you need to be shown your place." Matching her actions to her words, she grabbed my arm, put a set of cuffs around one wrist and tied the cuffs to an eyebolt that happened to be attached to the beam above us. Then it hit me. She was totally prepared for this moment. I had no control at all. I was totally in her power, and I was where I had wanted to be my whole life. She fixed my other arm to another eyebolt, then put a spreader bar between my legs, attaching it with a cuffs as well. I was utterly defenseless. She whispered in my ear "If you can no longer stand it, just say or whistle 'Dixie' and I will stop." "Yes ma'am, but I won't, ma'am." "Good." I could feel the heat leave my body as she walked away behind me. I heard the hiss of cane and then the sting of it across my buttocks. I clamped my mouth shut. I was not going to cry out if I could at all help it. "You need to remember your place and what you are and who you belong to." Crack Another stroke, above and parallel to the first. "You are my property." Crack. This one landed on top of where the first had hit. "You belong to me." Crack "You do not look at me" Crack "You look where you belong, down on the ground." Crack The blows were getting harder, but by keeping my mouth completely shut I was able to not utter sound other than a sharp exhalation of breath. "Nathaniel is too fancy a name for you. Nate is too proud a name for you." Crack "Your name from now on is Rastus." Crack "What's your name, boy" Crack "Rastus." Opening my mouth and speaking was bad. I let out a sob. Crack "Rastus, what?" Crack Her timing was impeccable. She caught me as I was trying to reply. I sobbed "Rastus, ma'am." Crack "And what are you?" Crack "Your slave ma'am." The beating stopped and my butt began to throb. I heard her soft footstep and then her hand stroked my wounds, almost as though butterflies were landing on them. My cock engorged and betrayed my inner feelings. I clamped my mouth shut again. The soft stroking ceased and she went back a bit. I first knew she had returned when I felt the touch of a cat o' nine tails hit my back. It stung slightly, but it also felt like a caress. She was not hitting me hard. But it heightened my awareness of just how much vulnerable, exposed flesh I had for her to attack. Her strokes started to hit different parts of my back, arse and thighs. Never the same place twice in a row. Then she started to beat me harder. I began to notice her breaths as she swung the cat. Her strokes grew more frequent. They no longer were light but heavy, hard blows that brought tears to my eyes and caused me to break out in a torrent of sweat. Then the pain stopped and I left her hand squeezing my taut muscles. It was as though she were at the market and I was a vegetable or fruit she was planning to buy. She pinched, prodded and squeezed all over my body. When she moved in front of me, I cast my eyes down and hung my head. Sweat dripped off of my face. The fingers of one of her hands gripped my jaw and the other hand thrust into my mouth. "Open, boy" She ordered. She probed all over my mouth, and then moved down my body, tweaking my nipples, patting my abdomen, and running a delicate finger down my thigh. I shivered at the sensation. Without warning her fist hit me in the balls. I let out a grunt as pain ricocheted all over my nervous system. She patted my cock and said "Here are the rules. When we are in public, you will be attentive and respectful, but need not address me by anything other than my name." She emphasized each one with an almost gentle flick of the cat. "When we are in private, you will call me ma'am or Mistress Linda, unless I use your birth name" "You will wear only the clothing I provide for you." "You will lay out my clothing each day. You will dress me, comb my hair and do my makeup." "You will obey my every order and my every whim." "You do not get to have any money unless I give it to you." "You have no possessions." "At all times, you will remember that I love you." "If you ever use the safe word, then this lifestyle stops. That will not end our relationship." "Do you understand me, Rastus?" "Yes ma'am. I understands." "Good boy." She moved behind me again. The only sound I could hear were my own ragged breaths. Then I heard the hiss of the cane. This time she didn't limit herself to my arse but ranged all up and down the thick parts of my flesh. My eyes dilated in pain and then as the blows came harder and faster a true feeling of peace and joy came over me. I still hurt and the pain was intense, but I knew that I belonged to her. The rigidity came out of my muscles and I began to sob with each blow, tears mingling with the sweat. Her voice came from behind, low and throaty. "Who are you?" "Rastus, mistis" "What are you?" "A slave, ma'am" "Whose slave?" "Your slave, Mistress Linda." "Good boy." Her hands were cool on my sore and extended legs as she undid the cuffs. Then she glided one of her palms up the expanse of my skin from ankle to wrist and uncuffed my arms as well. She sat on the bed, pointed to the floor and said "Kneel, boy." I knelt at her feet. I heard a jar top being unscrewed and then felt cool lotion being spread over my shoulders, my back, my cheeks and down to my thighs. She moved back on the bed and lay down. I heard her say mockingly, "Come to me, boy and you'd better make me scream, or I'll make you scream." I crawled onto the bed and began kissing her, beginning with her toes., careful to keep my eyes from hers. I caressed her firm buttocks and then began to plant feather soft kissed on her thighs and abdomen. Her back began to arch and she wriggled slightly in place. She smelled deliciously of mingled light sweat and perfume. I barely stroked her petaled lips and she writhed in my grasp. I wanted, needed to deny her the pleasure as long as possible, so I delicately kissed closer and closer to her labia. I touched her clitoris with the merest tip of my tongue and then moved in closer and harder. Linda let out a moan. Then I knew that she was as aware and focused on this moment as I was. I seized my opportunity and planted my mouth firmly upon her sex. She grabbed my head with her hands and bucked wildly, then relaxed a bit. I did not ease my attack but continued at my work. She gradually began to tense and relax in rhythmical spasms of pleasure. Her palm struck my face and she moaned "Take me, now!" I moved on top of my body and entered her. Our mouths met in a deep, passionate kiss. I withdrew my manhood slowly and and re-entered her just as slowly. My pace was firm, but deliberate. In my lovemaking I was mimicking the same rhythms she had used in beating me. I could feel my own body begin to spasm. I moved my mouth down from her mouth to her neck and kissed her hard all over the white curves of it. Her back arched in another spasm of joy. Her fingernails dug deep into my skin and moved down my back. I came at once in an instance of pure feeling, every sense replete. After our orgasm, she said, "Don't stop!" My cock had lost some of its rigidity but little of its size, so I began to take gentle strokes and moved into a smooth pace of thrust and withdraw. I moved my mouth from her neck and slowly moved my body down hers, kissing her chest, her arms, her breasts, down in small steps to her pussy. I returned to mouth to her now engorged lips and began to kiss those lips as well. Linda moved her legs onto my shoulders. I spiraled inwards in ever smaller circles to her clitoris. My mouth and tongue took gross liberties with her most private parts as her moans and cries grew ever louder and less coherent. A little while later, we lay stretched out, side by side, on the bed. My black hand lay on her pale breast. Her hand gently stroked mine. "I love you, Nate" She said. "I love you too, Linda" I replied. "Thank you so much" "My pleasure", she said. "I want to be up by 9. I'll wear my khakis, the blue top and hiking boots. I want eggs for breakfast." "Yes Mistress" I sighed. I love her. (End of Part One) email me at: TwistedTalespinner <at> Gmail.com