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{BlueWords} Tied Up Part 3 (FM BD D/S Femdom)

This is part three of my story. Maybe someday I’ll give the characters
names and jobs and such. For now, they have each other. All comments
are welcome.

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Tied Up Part 3

	When I arrived home Friday, there was a note on the garage door. I
got out of my car and read it. "Leave car out of garage" it said
simply. I left my car parked where it was outside, opened the garage
door and went in. Another note greeted me at the back door. "Strip,
leave clothes in garage, come in wearing only these." There was an
arrow on the sign pointing to two black leather loops on a hook by the
side of the door. I wondered if this was going to be a fun game, or if
I was in trouble again.

	I removed all my clothes, and placed them in a box that was near the
door. Then I looked at the leather loops. One was a collar, which I
buckled around my neck. The other was a cock ring. It didn’t take much
for me to get my cock hard enough to put the ring around it. It made
my dick even harder, and turned it a purple color. I entered the
house, unsure of what was going to happen next. 

My wife was in the kitchen, cooking something for dinner on the stove.
She was dressed casually, in a light summery dress and sandals. I
could tell she was not wearing underwear. 

"Good, you’re home," she said, "Come here." She grabbed my dick and
led me to the dinner table. "Kneel here." I kneeled. "Hands behind
your head." I did as she asked, clasping my fingers together. "Stay."

I felt odd. She had taken more control of our sex life lately, and I
found that I liked it. She had also seen fit to punish me severely
when she was mad at me. On the plus side, it seemed to calm her down,
and she no longer went for days not talking to me. On the minus side,
my butt generally hurt like hell afterwards, not to mention other
parts of my anatomy. Usually we had great sex afterwards, though,
another plus. She didn’t seem mad tonight, rather she seemed quite
cheerful. I wasn’t quite sure why I was obeying her. Just seemed like
the thing to do.

She brought a plate full of food over to the table, an
"all-in-one-pan" meal with vegetables and beef and cheese. She sat
down in a chair, but made no move to allow me to do so. "Under the
table, facing me," she said. I crawled under the table on hands and
knees, and turned to look at her crotch. She had hiked her dress up
and scooted to the edge of her chair, giving me a good view of her
pussy. She had shaved it smooth! I never thought she would do that.
She spread her legs and her pussy lips opened and I could see she was
already getting wet. "Lick, gently," she ordered. I began to lick her
pussy, bottom to top, gently, every once in a while pushing my tongue
into her vagina. Above me, I could tell she was eating dinner,
although at an odd pace. Mostly, I avoided her clitoris, only touching
it occasionally. 

After several minutes, it sounded like she was done with dinner.
"Okay," she breathed, "make me cum." My tongue and neck were a little
tired, being in the odd position, but I went at my task in earnest. I
applied a bit more pressure than before and started to pay more
attention to her clit, which was hard. It didn’t take too long before
she was moaning, finally cumming loudly. I continued to lap at the
juices coming from her vagina until she pushed my head away. Then she
took the plate of food, of which she had eaten about half, and set it
on the floor next to her chair. "Here you go," she told me.

I was hesitant. Did she expect me to eat on the floor with my hands?

"Aren’t you hungry?" she asked, amused.
 	
"Yes—" I began.

"Uh-uh. No speaking unless I say you can."

I nodded my head yes.

"Then eat," she said cheerfully. "Don’t use your hands," she added in
a more menacing tone.

I was to be the dog tonight, I guessed. I bent my face to the plate
and began to eat. It was good, if a bit cold now. She got up a busied
herself cleaning pans in the sink. After I finished my chin was pretty
much covered with cheese sauce, but I had eaten everything on the
plate. She came back to pick it up.

"Good, you’re done," she said. "Let’s wash you off. Come here." I
followed her to the kitchen sink on hands and knees. She motioned for
me to lean up with my head over the sink. Then she took the vegetable
sprayer and squirted the sauce off my chin. She wiped me dry with a
dishtowel. "Okay, this way."

She had me stand, grabbed my still rock-hard dick and led me back out
to the garage. There was a small table near one wall that had a
variety of things on it. I hadn’t noticed this before.

"Stick out your hands," she bid me. She attached a leather cuff to
each wrist. Then she pulled me over to where a rope hung down from a
newly installed hook in the ceiling. She threaded the rope through my
cuffs, tying them together. I noticed the rope went through the hook,
to another hook by the wall and to a tie-off. I was impressed.

"Like it? I did it today. The hooks are into the cross beams, so
they’ll take some weight." She walked over to the tie-off and pulled
on the rope until my arms were above my head. I tugged on the rope and
cuffs. I wasn’t going anywhere now. She walked over to me.

"That’s good. You know, it’s a shame that I’m not mad at you for
anything, because it might make this a bit easier for both of us. But
you need to learn discipline. I’m going to teach you that tonight.
This session is strictly for me to learn how to go about doing things,
and for you to learn to take it. If you were in trouble, it would be
even more painful. Remember that."

I was starting to get scared. What had she planned? And how had she
figured all this stuff out? I wondered if I should have been so
docile, now I had no choice.

She stepped to the table and chose something., bringing it back to me.
"Open wide," she said. I was a rather large black ball with straps on
it. I didn’t really want it in my mouth, but she grabbed one of my
nipples and twisted it cruelly, and shoved the gag in my mouth as I
gasped. It stretched my jaw wide when she hooked it closed around my
head. Only little sounds escaped my throat now.

She went to the wall and got a long wooden dowel with eye-hooks in the
end, setting it at my feet. She retrieved a set of ankle cuffs and put
them on me, then attached them to the bar, spreading my feet wide.

She pulled the little table closer to me and began using the devices
on it. First was a nipple clamp. It was oddly shaped, having a short
rod and washer forming a ‘T’ at the handle. I thought the clamp biting
into my nipple was bad, but then I found out why it was built the way
it was. She had a round magnet which she slipped up the rod. The
magnet stuck to the washer, and this added weight to the clamp. She
added several more magnets to the clamp, causing it to pull harder on
my nipple. I tried to complain behind my gag but nothing came out. She
repeated the procedure with the other nipple and I was in agony. I
shook my head ‘no’ but immediately regretted it, because it caused the
clamps to shake from side to side, shooting even more pain through me.

"I’d be still if I were you," she said.


She looked at the weighted clamps tugging at my nipples and shook her
head. "These," she said, pinching one of the clamps open, "will have
to go. They’re just too cruel. I’ll save them for punishment, which is
not what I’m doing now."

I moaned loudly into my gag as the pain of the clamp was replaced by
the pain of blood rushing back in to my nipples. It quickly got better
without the clamps on, however.

"I need to better explain what we are doing here, I guess. This is a
training session. Did you ever stop and think about why you are
obeying me?" She looked into my eyes. It had not occurred to me to
even question her. Obeying her seemed natural, like what I was
supposed to do. I shook my head in response to her question.

She pointed at me. "You," she told me, "are mine. I feel it, and I
think you’ve felt it. You are mine completely, to do with what I want.
You aren’t, however, trained very well. That is what we’ve begun. You
are here tonight, tied up like this because I wish it. You wish it
too, I think, because what I want, you want. Pretty simple, actually.
I need to train you, and I need to find out how to do things, how much
you can take, how much I want you to take. I need to find out how to
use these - tools I have." She looked at me, for a sign of recognition
of the truth in what she was saying. I nodded, indicating my
submission to her as best I could.

"I won’t be cruel, at least, I’ll try not to be too cruel. I simply
want your complete obedience. I think we’re well on our way to
achieving that. Now, I’m going to continue your training. You’ll need
to learn how to take a whipping with a crop, or a flogger, or paddle
or whatever I can come up with. I need to learn to use them. Tonight
we both learn." She picked up the crop. I became slightly scared
again, and I wasn’t sure why. I knew she loved me, that she wouldn’t
hurt me seriously. I tried to calm down as best I could. Nothing I
could do to stop her, even had I wanted to.

"One more thing. I want you to remember something. After our session
in here, we’ll go into the bedroom. Once there, I want you to get on
your knees, hands behind your neck. That will be your ‘position’. Your
will then beg to please me, to lick my cunt until I cum. If you fail
to ask, you’ll be punished. If you fail to make me cum, you’ll be
punished. Do you understand?"

I nodded vigorously. She scraped her fingernails along my side,
gently, not quite tickling me.

"I do love you," she whispered to me. I wanted to tell her I loved her
too.

She walked around behind me and hit me across my buttocks with the
crop. Not hard, just a light sting. She adjusted her stance and laid
the crop across my butt before swinging again. This time the blow was
harder. I could hear and feel her moving around, trying to get the
feel of the crop, its heft; trying different positions and styles of
swinging. My ass was sore when she finally stopped, but there wasn’t
actually much pain. Maybe she just hadn’t got the hang of it yet. She
ran her fingers over my reddened ass, checking her work.

"I’m thirsty," she told me as she set the crop down on the table. "Be
right back." She left me hanging there, pre-cum dripping from my
hardened cock.

This wasn’t punishment, I told myself. She can do what she wants, I’m
hers, I belong to her. I’m her – slave. Am I? I thought about what I
wanted to be, what I wanted to happen. Everything I did, I did for
her. Did I mind when she punished me? Ultimately, no, I realized. I
didn’t mind anything she did. Even before this recent turn of events,
I had tried to please her as much as I could. This was a natural
progression, it seemed to me.

She walked back in carrying a glass of iced tea and my old beard
trimmer. "Look what I found," she said, showing it to me. I didn’t
have a beard anymore. Vaguely, I remembered one time when she had
mentioned she thought I looked better clean shaven. The beard was gone
the next day, much to the surprise of my co-workers. Even then, I
thought.

She grabbed my cock, turned on the trimmer and started to shave my
pubic hair off as close as the trimmer would cut. She took her time,
removing my cock ring temporarily, shaving my balls and between my
legs around my asshole. When she was done, she looked me in the face.

"We’ll get a razor and get the rest later. Now, where were we?" She
finished her tea, than picked up the flogger. It had a handle about a
foot long with 8 or 9 leather straps attached. The straps looked to be
as long as the handle. A cat-o-nine tails? I thought that it would
probably sting.

She started slowly and lightly. Again, I could tell she was trying to
get used to holding the whip, how it felt, how to hit with it.
Suddenly, she hit my ass with a hard blow. I yelped into the gag, the
sound muffled. The following blows varied, some hard, some light, and
she rained them down all over my back, ass and legs. Each blow caused
me to try and yell through the gag. I could feel how red my back must
look. A few blows had slapped my balls and I began to cry then. I was
still crying when she came around front and started on my chest and
stomach. The blows weren’t as hard but still stung. When she finally
stopped, we were both bathed in sweat. Her dress was sticking to skin,
so she pulled it off, tossed it aside and stood before me naked.

She was beautiful, and even in my pain, I wished I could tell her so.

She picked up a tube of some sort of cream and rubbed some of it on my
ass. It felt cool and soothing. The rest of me still hurt, though.

"I still have one more tool to try out, and I’m afraid that after the
cat, it’s probably going to hurt you a lot. Is that okay?" She was
asking me to agree to more pain, to take it, just because she asked.
Not that I could stop her, but I felt she was truly asking me, and
wouldn’t continue if I said no.

I nodded my head ‘yes’.

"Good!" She was truly happy. It didn’t make my pain go away, but I
felt better, knowing that I had pleased her. "Oh, but before we start,
I have one more surprise. I think you’ll like this." She picked up a
butt plug. This one was a little bigger than the other one she’d used
on me. It had a short wire coming out of the base. She put some
lubricant on it, then rubbed some more on my asshole. Slowly she
pushed the plug past my sphincter. Once past the widest part, the plug
pulled itself into my ass. I didn’t think I would be able to expel it
on my own.

Watch this," she told me, smiling. She had a small control device with
a few buttons on it. She pressed a button and the plug came to life,
vibrating in my ass. It made my cock twitch. Pressing another button
made the plug vibrate faster. She grabbed my cock and rubbed up and
down, her had slick with lubricant. She did something with the remote
and the plug got even faster. "No cumming," she said, "not yet." I
couldn’t take it. I was surprised how close I was so quickly,
desperately wanting to cum. She let go of my dick and turned the plug
to its lowest setting. If I hadn’t been gagged, I would have begged
her to let me cum. I could do nothing but hang there.

"Okay, on to the last stage," she said cheerfully. She retrieved a
long black leather paddle. It was about a foot and a half long with a
short handle. She wasted no time in spanking my whipped ass. The
soothing of the cream was immediately forgotten and I moaned and cried
into my gag, tears streaming down my face. I lost track of time, of
individual blows. Eventually the pain – I don’t know. It didn’t go
away, but it was something I could take because I had to. I was well
past any limit I had ever had.

It took me a little while to realize she had stopped. My ass throbbed.
I had never felt pain like that before. She rubbed the soothing cream
in to my red ass cheeks and I could barely feel it. I only felt a
glowing heat.


She removed my gag and held a glass of water to my lips. When had she
gone and gotten the water? I drank greedily. She removed the bar from
between my ankles.

"I’m going to let you down now. Don’t fall." She lowered the rope
holding my arms up. I felt weak, but I managed to remain standing. She
removed the ropes holding my wrists together. I still had the cuffs
and collar on, but I was no longer bound. "Follow me," she said,
leading the way to the bedroom.

Once there I fell to my knees and put my hands behind my neck. It was
painful, but I managed.

"Mistress?" I asked.

She turned around. "Oh, yes?" She seemed surprised I had remembered.

"Please let me eat you. Please let me lick your wonderful pussy until
you cum. Please, Mistress!" I surprised us both at my vehemence.

"Well, since you ask so nicely, and I know what a wonderful tongue you
have, of course." She reclined on the bed, her ass close to the edge,
legs spread wide. I moved up and began to lick. She was wet and
sweaty, and her juices tasted extraordinary. I licked up and down her
slit, then swirled around her clit, using a finger to reach in and
stimulate her g-spot. She started moaning and came quickly. She had
been very excited.

"God, that was amazing, slave, simply amazing. Whipping you before
having you eat me is a great turn on. Maybe I’ll try it more often.
Now get your ass up her and fuck me!" she growled.

I had no problem complying. I was still hard, having the cock ring on.
I knelt up and easily slid my dick in to her slippery cunt.

"You don’t cum until I tell you," she warned me. Then she pressed a
button on the remote and the vibrations in my ass sped up.

"Yes, Mistress," I answered.

Slowly, she scooted up the bed until I was lying on top of her,
plunging in and out of her with ease. She didn’t usually have an
orgasm during straight intercourse, nor so soon after having just had
one, but I could tell she was getting close again. She was moaning
constantly. I hoped she would let me cum soon.

"Yes, slave, yes, fuck me, fuck me, yes…" I felt her tense up, then
she grabbed my ass, digging her nails int. I couldn’t stop myself from
screaming.

"Cum now, you bastard, now!" she yelled. I had no choice. The pain in
my ass had set off my orgasm. I exploded into her, pumping hard,
ramming her cunt. Our cries mingled together. I finally collapsed onto
her, holding her tight.

After resting like that a few minutes, she pushed me a bit, indicating
I should roll off of her. Doing so reminded me of the pain in my ass.
I was going to be hurting for a while.

"That was incredible. You are a good fuck." She was smiling at me,
caressing my cheek.

"Thank you, Mistress, you’re very good yourself," I replied.

"You’re a good husband, a good lover, and now, a good slave. I don’t
think I could be more happy."

At that moment, I, too, was incredibly happy. I had greatly pleased
her, because I was her slave, and had obeyed her unquestioningly. I
could make her happy, and that was good. It just seemed so right.

"You’re mine, aren’t you?" she asked, looking directly into my eyes.

"Yes," I whispered, "body and soul." It sounded almost cliché to say,
but I meant it completely.

"Ah, yes." She kissed me on the lips, deeply, lovingly. "Mine forever."


Copyright 1998








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