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She wasn't sure what twisted part of her psyche made her enjoy the domination so much, but every time Shane took her down there, she wanted more. Sometimes she even did things on purpose, knowing Shane would "punish" her for them later. Every time, Shane seemed to come up with new and arousing ways to dominate her. Just the thought of the secret basement room made her hot and wet. One day she called to her husband, "Shane? Can you help me? I want to get rid of all those old homeschooling books, but the trunks are too heavy for me. Can you help me get them out of the basement?" Shane was vaguely annoyed at being interrupted, but he knew that tiny Beth really did need help with those trunks. At least she was getting rid of books. Sometimes he thought that they had the whole Library of Congress in their house. "Coming!" he called. He thought about the room in the basement. He hadn't taken Beth there for several weeks. Maybe they needed another session after they moved the books. Beth had moved things out of the way in the main basement to make a path for the trunks. He reached down with both hands to lift one end of the trunk, and stared in bafflement at the handcuffs that had just been slapped on his wrist. "What the hell?" Beth wrapped a length of leather around his neck, and drew him into the other basement room. "Beth, this isn't funny!" he warned. Beth just smiled, "I think you need a taste of your own medicine." He had been so dumbfounded at his docile wife acting this way, that he didn't even notice that she had quickly attached the handcuffs to the pulley. "Caught in your own trap, aren't you?" She taunted. With the pulley system, she was able to pull his hands over his head, even though he tried to resist. After securing him, she walked around him thoughtfully. "Hmm, too many clothes." She pulled out a pair of scissors. "Beth!" She ignored him as she cut his shirt and pants off him. "How the hell did you get the key?" He was furious. "Men are not as imaginative in their hiding places as they think they are." She responded coolly. Okay, I'll see you in a bit." She turned and started to walk out the door. "Beth there is no way you're going to leave me here!" She blew him a kiss as she left the basement. Now he was really worried. She had left the door open. Anyone who came down would be able to see him, naked and chained to the ceiling. A long time later, he heard footsteps on the stairs "Oh, God, please let that be Beth." Beth sauntered through the door, wearing one of her old robes. Shane was relieved. She'd probably come to her senses and would let him down now. There was no way his submissive wife was going to go through with this. She dropped the robe and he stared. Black leather corset, crotchless panties, fishnet hose, and mile high spiked heels. Who the hell was this? She walked around him thoughtfully. He tried to turn with her, but the handcuffs prevented him. He could feel her watching him from behind. The silence was starting to unnerve him. WHAM! Her hand hit his backside loudly. He jumped, and tried to turn, to no avail. "Beth!" He pleaded. "You may call me Mistress!" she snarled, as she whacked his ass several more times. He couldn't help it. He'd never been on the receiving end of this, and he was finding it strangely arousing. Seeing his quiet, docile wife in black leather, and hearing her order him, he was becoming hard as a rock. "Hmm," she purred, as she stalked around to his front again. "You seem to like that." She walked behind him again, and he tensed, anticipating more blows. At first there was nothing, and then he heard the swish of leather, and felt the riding crop smack his ass. He couldn't help it, he groaned, and then groaned again as he remembered what he would do to Beth when she made noise. "Silence!" She barked. His ass was burning now, and he knew it was bright red. He was incredibly turned on, and his dick was begging for some attention. "Please, Beth." He begged. WHAP! "What did I tell you to call me?" "Mistress! Please Mistress!" If she didn't pay some attention to his dick soon, he might explode. "Oh, no, we're just getting started." She stood in front of him. Her breasts had spilled out of her corset. "Suck them, Slave!" She commanded. He was only too happy to oblige. He frantically sucked each breast in turn, hoping that if he got her turned on enough, she would let him go so he could fuck her. He could tell she was turned on, because he could see one hand playing with her pussy, but she made no move to let him go. She backed away, until she was leaning against the trunk in the corner. She continued to play with herself, slowly rubbing her fingers on her lips, and inside of herself. She knew how much he liked to see her make herself come, but this was pure torture. She laughed, "I'm so wet, don't you wish you could come over here and see for yourself?" He pulled hard against the chain, but he had built it too well, and there was no way he was going to get loose until she let him out of the handcuffs. "Please Mistress, please let me fuck you. Please let me make you come." She came towards him. "I'm not sure you've been punished enough, Slave." She picked up the riding crop again. He winced in anticipation, but then he felt the leather sliding up between his legs, and rubbing his balls. His breath caught. Then the end of the crop slid between his ass- cheeks and tickled his asshole. He froze. He felt the crop withdraw, and then the other end rubbed against him. "How do you like being on the receiving end, Slave?" he heard his wife whisper. He'd sometimes fleetingly wondered how it would feel, but he knew Beth would never be able to bring herself to do to him what he did to her. She was still trying to cope with the fact that she enjoyed ass play, something a good Catholic girl was not even supposed to know about, much less enjoy. Where had this dominatrix come from? Not that he was complaining. The tip of the riding crop felt incredible rubbing against his sensitive flesh. Too soon, it was withdrawn, and he suppressed a sigh. Even that much had been a stretch for Beth, and he supposed she could not bring herself to go any further. A split second after he heard the humming, he felt the vibrator pressed against his ass. "You didn't think I was going to stop there, did you Slave? I told you that you needed a taste of your own medicine." His mind completely stopped working. She didn't really mean what he thought?! She pressed the vibrator a bit harder. He groaned and squirmed. "Beg for it slave. I want to hear you beg for it. What do you want me to do?" The vibrator withdrew a bit. "No, don't stop." He heard himself whimper. Her voice was harder. "Slaves have to beg for it, don't they?" The vibrator slapped against his ass. He remembered every single time he had made her beg for him to fuck her ass. Was this what she felt like? Totally humiliated, and yet totally turned on? Turned on enough that she would do anything to feel that pleasure? He could hardly hear himself, "Please Mistress, fuck my ass." "I can't hear you!" He tried again "Please mistress, fuck my ass!" "What a naughty slave you are." Her hand landed on his ass a few more times and he moaned loader. He felt her hand slip between his legs and rub lubrication there. It began to feel warm, and he felt her finger slip inside him. He was suddenly glad of the chain holding him up, as he didn't think he could stand up by himself. She pressed against his prostate, causing him to writhe frantically. His dick was harder than stone, now. She rubbed around his hole, and then slid two fingers inside. The pleasure was mind-blowing. He was moaning and whimpering. She withdrew her fingers, and gently bit his ass. He jumped, and then felt the vibrator press against him again. Her fingers had just been the warm up. She slowly slid the vibrator inside, taking her time with his virgin asshole. He felt the vibrations inside him, stimulating his prostate. She began to slide the vibrator in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. His voice was hoarse as he heard himself saying, "Yes... more... yes." The intense vibrations and the in and out motion threw him over the edge. He shot stream after stream of milky fluid clear across the room. Hanging in the chains, exhausted, he felt his wife slowly withdraw the vibrator. She released his hands and he fell to his knees on the floor. She stood in front of him with a questioning look on her face. He reached up and grabbed her. Dragging her down to the floor with him, he pushed her knees open and buried his face between her legs. She squealed, and he licked her forcefully, roughly stimulating her clit until she was writhing under him, and then convulsing in orgasm. After she caught her breath she smiled, "I guess you liked your medicine then?" He was still speechless at the thought of his sweet wife becoming a dominatrix, and he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her ear. "I am completely at your mercy, Mistress." END More stories by this author: http://xhamster.com/user/atomulatta * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 83