You Thought I Would Never Do It

“You Thought I Would Never do it!”

 

 

Kaci follows through on something we’ve joked about…

 

If you’ve been reading along in the saga of how, over the course of the last year, my wife Kaci has been embracing my wish that she be more playfully assertive and frisky with me, you may recall that while telling some friends about how she sometimes ties me naked to the bed, Kaci mentioned that we joke about the idea that she might bring in a dominatrix, some expert who really knows what she is doing in this arena. Just a joke, right? Well, our anniversary has come around again, and guess what?

We’re all well over eighteen here, and though Kaci and I are (based on) real people, Marne is totally made up…. for now, at least. Her role as a dominatrix and what happens to me probably means that BDSM is the likely category for this, but for me it’s really a Romance about how my Loving Wife gets creative in delivering on my erotic fantasies… so we’ll see where the Lit Gurus put it.

“Your anniversary present to me is a Dominatrix???”

“Well, not to have forever, or even for a year until our next anniversary, it’s just for one session,” my wife Kaci replied, smiling brightly. “Unless you really enjoy it, that is. Then we’ll have to see about a package arrangement.”

It was our 15^th anniversary, and we were sharing a celebratory candlelight dinner in a quiet booth, tucked away in a corner of one of our most favorite restaurants. We had plenty of privacy for this conversation. After drinks had shown up and we ordered our meals, Kaci and I had both put our anniversary gifts to each other out on the table. Mine to her was in a small blue flat box tied up with a white ribbon; and hers for me was in a deep-red square envelope. She is easy to buy for — jewelry is always welcome, as is clothing – and she seems to appreciate my taste in both. Fifteen years is a bigger one, so I had looked around until I found what I felt would be the perfect ruby pendant — it came from the same place as our wedding rings. Kaci nearly gasped when she opened the box; I knew immediately that she loved it. I, on the other hand, am a little harder to buy for, so I was a bit perplexed as to what this envelope might contain.

I reached over to pick it up; even the envelope itself seemed luxurious. It felt heavy, and almost like velvety fabric or leather to the touch. I flipped it over and found a wax seal on the envelope flap, and as I slid my finger underneath to break the seal, I glanced up a Kaci. She was smiling at me, almost shyly, in the warm flicker of the candlelight. I could see deep love in her eyes. I folded back the envelop flap, took hold of the card that lay within, and pulled it out.

“Submit to Mistress Marne”, read the simple script text on the front of the card. I looked up, still perplexed, then flipped the card over. “This card may be exchanged for one session of submission to the will and the talents of Mistress Marne, Dominatrix Extraordinaire.”

“You’re giving me a Dominatrix?” I repeated, still not sure quite what I was holding.

“Yes, my Sweet Love, you don’t really need or want ‘things’ as presents, so we can think of this as the ultimate experience gift. I know you love for a part of our sex life to sometimes involve being tied, teased, tantalized and tortured. Last year for our anniversary, I did my best to deliver on that fantasy, and I actually think I did pretty well, if you recall.”

I did in fact remember this well, as Kaci had given me a solid spanking, played around in my butt for the first (and only) time ever, and then she tied me down, blindfolded me and actually invited a friend in to help with the teasing and torturing. That was the really surprising part. I frequently look back at the photos we have saved of that experience.

“Well, my love, this year I was trying to figure out how I could top that, and remembered how as we’ve talked about that day, we’ve mused that perhaps I should send you to a dominatrix for a more expertly administered experience than the two of us could deliver. So, this year I decided to do it! I searched around on the web, found Mistress Marne not too far away, called her up for a chat, and I think she’ll be perfect for what I have in mind! Happy Anniversary, Honey.”

“Wow. I do remember you suggesting that, but you were laughing at the time. I thought it was a joke! I never even imagined you might really follow through. So…. when is this going to happen? And where?”

Well, it has to happen in what she calls her Den of Domination, because she has all her frames, implements and supplies over there. And it can happen anytime you like, but we do have a tentative appointment set up for next Saturday afternoon and evening.

“We? Are you going to be there too?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Mistress Marne gave me the choice of being there or not, but I want to see what she does to you. Who knows, maybe I’ll pick up a few pointers I can use on you another time. Besides, she’s an hour away and you’ll probably not be in any shape to drive home yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll just sit in a corner and watch, since I wouldn’t want to distract you from the intensity of what I expect you’ll experience.”

“Did you talk at all with her about what she’ll do?”

“A little. I described your love of being tied, tantalized and tortured, as well as what I did with you last year, and said I hoped she could focus her attentions along those lines, just more so. I also mentioned you really like being spanked, so you can probably expect some of that. I don’t really want for her to make you crawl on the floor or lick her boots or pee on you or anything like that. It’s not about dehumanizing you, it’s about her doing an even better, hotter, more experienced job of what you tell me you like than what I did for you last year. But then, I did also tell her she should be imaginative and not to hold back……”

At this point the sommelier showed up with our bottle of celebratory chateauneuf de pape, a wine we reserve for special occasions, and just after that, our waiter delivered Kaci’s beef tenderloin and my porterhouse. It seemed appropriate to set aside our conversation for awhile, though before we began our eating, I did raise my glass and offer a toast to “fifteen years of love, relationship growth and fun together, and to celebrating that love through creative gifts”. In truth, I needed a bit of time to mentally assimilate just what Kaci was giving me. Since that session a year ago, she had ‘evolved’ quite a bit in her approach to what I call bringing friskiness into our marriage, but this, I had to admit, just might be a new extreme. We settled into some conversation about more mundane topics for awhile, until, with dark chocolate cake and brandies in front of us for desert, Kaci somewhat hesitatingly asked “So, what do you think about Mistress Marne?”

“Well, I have to admit I’m very curious, but also very nervous about what she would do once I get in there. It’s one thing to want you to do this stuff to me, since I know you won’t really go too far with it. But I’m sure she’ll have lots of torture tools we haven’t even dreamed of using in our play, and to her, I’ll just be a naked male body she can play with at will, not a naked male body inhabited by someone she loves.”

“Well, you don’t have to do this, after all, I can just let her know we decided not to come. I haven’t paid her yet. But she did say you’ll have a safe word to use if it gets to be too much. And, she is a professional — I checked a couple of references who spoke highly of her services — and so she does understand how to walk the line between what’s a lot and what’s too much.”

“OK, Honey, then I guess I’m in. After all, this is you taking your friskiness to another level, which I keep asking for, and you do have my written promise that I’ll never complain or resist, since I trust you to stay within some boundaries. So…. It looks like I have some sensory experiences coming my way next Saturday. Thank you…… I think!”

“Oh, Goodie. Even though I won’t actually be helping her, I think I’ll want to dress appropriately for my role as observer. Perhaps I’ll go shopping this week. And you can be sure I’ll be wearing my anniversary ruby — I love it, Dear Husband!” Kaci leaned towards me for a tender kiss, which evolved into a more passionate one that probably went on a little longer than it should have in a restaurant, before we slid out of the booth, headed for the car and home, and tumbled into bed for what turned into very long night of frisky anniversary sex! We had a lot to celebrate, after all…..

As the week went by, I started to wonder more and more about just what would be in store for me. Kaci could, I think, tell that I was a little nervous, but she just sent me frisky little anticipatory smiles from time to time and went about her business. On Saturday we had a big lunch, as our appointment was for 4:00 pm — to allow plenty of time, Kaci said — and so we likely wouldn’t be having dinner. A bit before 3:00 we climbed into the car — Kaci with a little bag containing whatever she had decided she would wear — and set off. I could already feel my butt twinging in anticipation. And my cock was uncomfortably tight inside my underwear.

An hour later, we pulled through a gate into a long driveway, at the end of which we found, well, not really a mansion, but a very nice house. Kaci and I got out, rang the doorbell, and were greeted by a tall, fairly statuesque woman with dark auburn hair tied back in a ponytail and a friendly smile, dressed in simple, casual clothes. “Good afternoon, and welcome,” she welcomed us in. I expect you’re Kaci, and this must be Cal?”

“That’s us,” Kaci answered. “Are we on time?”

“Perfectly. Can I offer you a glass of something before we get started?”

“I… I could really use a tall glass of water,” I responded. My throat and mouth were really dry, and my nerves were starting to get to me.

“Of course, just come this way.” Mistress Marne… for that had to be who this was, or would become… led us into her kitchen, filled two classes with ice and water, and handed them to each of us. I drank mine down greedily, and she promptly refilled it.

“Well, we have an evening ahead of us. My Den is just downstairs, please follow me.” So far, it seemed that we could have been visiting just about anyone either of us might have met at some professional or social event. Kaci and I followed the woman downstairs, where we found ourselves is a sort of small, comfortably furnished living room with several doors leading off of it.

“Cal, my Ready Room is just through that door. You’ll find a place to put your things, a shower and other facilities, and some other preparation supplies. Please go in, remove all your clothes, and get cleaned up; when you’re ready, there’s a door that leads directly into the Den. Once you are in there, you’ll see a circle in the middle of the floor; just stand there and we’ll join you shortly.”

It seemed that I had been dismissed. Kaci looked at me, smiled broadly, and gave me a chaste kiss and a pat on the rump. “Get moving, you. Happy Anniversary.” I found myself with no choice but to head through the door.

On the other side was a large, tastefully appointed bathroom, with a toilet and a bidet, and a large open shower with a rain head and two hand-held shower devices, one of which was clearly intended for internal cleansing. There was a vanity sink and a large wooden bench to sit on. There were plenty of towels, and also some empty shelves and hooks for my clothes. On the vanity, next to the sink, I noted a couple of rectal cleansing bulbs, fully loaded with fluid. Apparently, I had several options available for ‘getting cleaned up’… Well, there was nothing to do but jump in, so I stripped off my clothes, used all the available cleansing devices, finished showering and dried off. Then, taking a deep breath, I pushed through the door leading to Mistress Marne’s Den of Domination.

Oh My! Holy Shit! This was serious stuff!!! I found myself in a very large, high-ceilinged room, with walls painted the same deep red as had been on the envelope, and a dark grey ceiling. Despite the dark colors, the room was somehow very tastefully lit. There were several very sturdy tables, some chairs and benches of various designs, and a couple of what appeared to be ‘frame restraint devices’ arranged about the room. One wall was adorned with at least twenty different canes, paddles, whips and other implements of domination, and a large case held quite a few drawers that I had no doubt contained a broad array of smaller items. As promised, in the center of the room was a circle on the floor. I went over to it and simply stood there, naked as a jaybird, having no idea whatsoever just what I should do with, like, my hands.

After what was probably just a couple of minutes but seemed like forever, another door opened, and Mistress Marne stepped through, transformed from the mild-mannered friendly suburbanite I had just met a few moments ago into a woman who appeared to be someone very used to demanding and getting her way. She wore a tight-fitting leather corset bodysuit, in what it was quickly becoming apparent was Mistress Marne’s trademark deep red color, emphasizing her slender waist below a magnificent pair of barely-contained breasts that seemed to want to explode out of the top. A pair of legs covered in black lace emerged from below the high-cut profile at her hips, only to disappear into a pair of leather boots that began well above her knees and extended down to a pair of very high heels. Released from the ponytail, her dark auburn hair cascaded down around her shoulders, almost hiding the choker — which matched the corset — she wore around her neck. Matching cuffs at her wrists completed the look, for the first time I noted that her nails were also painted in her trademark red.

A moment later, Kaci followed Mistress Marne into the room. Apparently the two of them had been talking, because Kaci was similarly attired in a corset bodysuit, though in this case it was a deep green color, with black tights and boots. In place of choker, she wore her anniversary red ruby around her neck; it lay very nicely between her breasts. Kaci isn’t as tall and statuesque as Mistress Marne, nor was she wearing such high heels, and her hair is “grey with highlights” and much shorter, so the overall effect with her was not nearly as domineering, but even for a role as simply an observer, she had clearly decided to dress for the occasion. As for me….. well, I was feeling a little underdressed.

Kaci smiled at me, blew me a kiss, and then silently melted away into a chair off to one side. Mistress Marne, on the other hand, stepped right up to the circle I was standing in and stood before me, looking somewhat imperious. With her natural height and her heels, she stood perhaps three inches taller than I did. She came up very close to me, inches away. I knew well enough that I shouldn’t meet her eye to eye, but I was torn between trying to be respectful with a downward gaze, and knowing — and knowing that she knew — that such a downward gaze would be directed precisely at her barely-contained, overflowing breasts. I opted to show respect anyway. It was too good a view to pass up, and still felt like the safer option than engaging her eye-to-eye.

“Good Evening, Cal,” she said in a deep, breathy voice. “Are you ready to begin? Once you say yes, then I will be in control of everything that happens to you for the rest of the evening.”

Well, I had come this far, so despite some concerns for what the evening might entail, there could only be one answer, and I knew what it had to be. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Ah, I see you already know how to address me. That’s good. Anytime you speak to me, you must call me Mistress. Now that you’ve accepted my control, however, you will be nameless for the rest of the evening. I did promise that you would have a safe word you could use if need be. That word is kumquat. If you use it, the evening will end immediately. Do you understand?”

“I do, Mistress.”

“Then let’s begin.” Mistress Marne stepped back, reached over to a nearby table, picked up a spreader bar with padded leather cuffs and Velcro strap fasteners at each end, and handed it to me. “Spread your legs, bend over, and attach this to each of your ankles.”

I took the bar and sought to follow instructions. The first side was easy, but fastening the cuff to the second ankle was kinda tough because my legs had to be spread quite far apart. I finally managed to get it on, then straightened up again. My spread legs had cost me some height, and I was now staring directly at those overflowing breasts. Mistress Marne smiled knowingly, turned back to the table, and picked up some sort of remote control. She pressed a button, and suddenly two little trap doors in the ceiling opened up and a wrist cuff attached to a satin rope fell out of each one.

“Now fasten these to your wrists.” There was plenty of slack in the cords, so this wasn’t so tough to accomplish. When I finished, Mistress Marne pressed something else on the remote, and suddenly the cords began to retract, lifting my arms up and out. In a moment, I was effectively spreadeagled in a standing position, both arms and both legs extended out to the point where I was feeling quite a bit stretched. My heels were just barely touching, effectively my weight was mostly on the balls of my feet. I was pretty well immobilized.

“I like to begin with full access to the entire body. Sometimes I blindfold my clients, but in this case, I think I’ll let you see what’s going to be happening to you.” Mistress Marne went over to the wall where all the various implements were hanging. Silently, she evaluated her options, then selected several, taking them down off the wall and carefully laying them out on the nearby table. She then picked up a sort of cane thing with a large bunch of fluffy feathers affixed to one end. Slowly, Mistress Marne circled around my immobile body. My cock, which up until this point had managed to stay fairly flacid, was beginning to anticipate what might happen.

I felt the feathers on the back of my neck, lightly dancing about, and then slowly, starting to move down my spine, advancing, then retreating a bit, then advancing again. When they reached my ass cheeks, they began actively playing across my skin, first on one side, then the other, then probing into the crack in between. It tickled, and involuntarily my torso tried to writhe around to escape, but I was stretched so tight that I had very little flexibility. Suddenly I felt the feathers on the back of my balls; Mistress Marne had extended the cane between my legs and was tantalizing everything I had hanging down. “AAAhhhhhhhhh” I began to exclaim.

Slowly, the feathers withdrew, drawing up my ass crack on their way. Then, I felt nothing, until a moment later, there was a ‘swhiiissshhhh” and then the cane — and not the part with the feathers – cracked across my ass cheeks, leaving a stinging, flaming sensation in its wake. “OWWW” I couldn’t help but exclaim, partly due to surprise, partly pain.

“Silence! That was nothing, as you will discover later in our session. I don’t want to hear a word from you, except in response to a question, unless the pain you experience causes you to use your safe word. Do you understand?”

“Y – Yes, Mistress, I do.”

“Good. Another outburst and things will only go worse for you.” The tip of the cane — the non-feather end, this time — was tracing its way around my backside, as if deciding where it next wanted to land. Then it stopped, lifted off, and I knew what was coming….. CRACK! Again a very sharp stinging sensation on my ass, just a bit lower than the first. I actually heard a sharp intake of breath coming from Kaci’s direction; she was behind me and I couldn’t see her. But she could see my ass.

Mistress Marne slowly stepped around until she was once again facing me. “We’ll begin slowly and ease into this,’ she purred. Then she placed the feather end of the cane just below my chin, and slowly drew it down my chest until it reached my cock, which at this point was standing very much at attention, not from any sort of direct stimulation, simply anticipation and the overall experience. Slowly, she began stroking it with the feathers, going back and forth, round and round. This part, I had to admit to myself, felt pretty nice. But I knew it wouldn’t last.

Mistress Marne stepped back over to the table, carefully laid the cane with its feathers down in its place, and placed her hand on the handle of a leather flogger. “We’ll save more of the cane experience until later. I believe this, however, will bring a more meaningful sensation than those simple little feathers.” She was speaking quietly, but loud enough for me to hear, almost as though she wanted me to understand her train of thought. Emerging from the handle of the flogger were dozens of thin leather strips, roughly eighteen inches long. Picking it up, Mistress Marne quickly whipped the strands around in the air, this way and that, where they made a very audible whooshing noise before with a loud WHAP, she brought them down, hard, on the edge of the table. I couldn’t help but cringe.

“I think it’s time to warm up this body,” said Mistress Marne, as she ambled slowly in a circle around me, her eyes adopting a menacing gaze, the flogger swishing gently about. “Now where to begin?” After a full circle and a half, she apparently decided, and with a quick motion swiftly laid those few dozen leather strands directly across my chest. Hard! It hurt, but I managed to hold my tongue. A second later, she lit my ass afire with an even harder stroke. In rapid succession, Mistress Marne began swinging the flogger back and forth, with forehand and backhand strokes, bringing the strands down and across my back, ass, both front and back thighs, chest, belly, and finally, my cock. My eyes were tearing up and I couldn’t help but let out a cry or two at the hardest hits. I couldn’t see my backside, but I chanced a glance down my front and could see that I was turning a very bright pink. She didn’t seem to be breaking any skin, however, just bringing an intense stinging to most of the surface of my body.

Suddenly, it stopped. She was behind me and I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Then Mistress Marne spoke up.

“Kaci? Would you like to take a turn at this?”

“Me? I thought I was just supposed to watch and then be his driver home when you finish.”

“Oh, I don’t at all mind having an assistant. Perhaps you would like me to teach you a few things about what you can, and also what you probably shouldn’t, do to your husband’s body should you get the inclination.”

“Well…….. okay, if you say so. I know Cal would like for me to become more willing to try doing stuff like this to him, so maybe if I learned a few things from you….”

Now the way my body was feeling at just that moment, I was pretty sure it would be a very long time before I ever wished for any more of this. I turned my head as Kaci walked over into my field of vision. She looked at me. I’m sure she was aching to ask “So…. are you glad you asked for this? Are you enjoying your gift?” But she knew better than to even try and address me, for as Mistress Marne’s assistant, she had a role to play. She let her eyes play down my reddened body, then looked back at Mistress Marne.

“All, right, why don’t you take this and try a few strokes before we move on to something else. You should stay away from his face, of course, and also never strike too hard, with any of these kinds of toys, at joints like an elbow or a knee. There isn’t enough cover there. His ass, on the other hand, you can hit just as hard as you like. Thighs and other parts of the torso are fair game as well with a toy of this nature. And I’ll let you decide just how you want to treat that package he carries in front.

Kaci took hold of the flogger, swished it around a few times to see how it felt, and then slapped her own leg, fairly lightly, testing out just how the strands would land. She actually hit her boot so probably didn’t feel a thing, but she generated a loud “THWAK”. Apparently satisfied, she mimicked Mistress Marne’s walk around my body before rearing back and landing the flogger strands against my ass. It stung, but Mistress Marne had hit me harder.

Kaci paused a moment, perhaps contemplating the power she held in her hands and the results she wanted to generate. SWISH-THWACK! The flogger landed again on my ass, before beginning to make its way up my back, inch by inch. She wasn’t hitting real real hard, but hard enough that it definitely stung. Harder than she had ever hit me before, that’s for sure. When she reached my shoulders, she went back and landed a couple more on my ass, just for good measure, before slowly walking around to contemplate my front. She stood there, perhaps a foot or so away, and as her eyes met and locked onto mine, her face adopted a smiling, questioning look that could have meant anything from “are you having fun yet?” to “let’s see, how hard shall I strike you, and where?” She stepped back another foot or so, softly swishing the flogger back and forth in the air, before she very gently directed it between my legs and up onto the underneath side of my cock. It wasn’t a hit, not at all, just a teasing indication of what might be possible, should she decide to go there. Kaci looked over to Mistress Marne.

“You said I could decide what to do with this area in front. How careful should I be?”

“Well, you don’t want to hit too hard. The skin on his penis is fairly thin, especially when it’s stretched out like this, and you wouldn’t want to break it open. And, of course, there are a lot of nerve endings down there so a little can go a long way. You can just experiment, see how he responds, and decide what you want to do next.”

Kaci gently flipped the strands left and right, across my cock and back, almost like a tickle except that I was already passed the point of it feeling like a tickle. Then she said “okay, let’s try this……….”, stepped to one side, drew back her arm and brought the strands flat against the front of my crotch. She hadn’t hit real hard, just enough to test my reaction, but it was still a shock and my body retreated backwards, or tried to. I was doing my best to show no reaction in my face.

“Hmmmmm…. That didn’t seem to be too bad,” mused Kaci, as she watched my cock bob up and down. “You’re bouncing…. are you enjoying this, Honey? Let’s try this…..” And, suddenly, the flogger cracked across my lower belly, just above my cock, before landing hard on my upper thighs on its return trip. Then, she did it again… and once again. I couldn’t help but emit a groan as my entire midsection lit up in pain. I could tell that Kaci was trying to stay in character. Suddenly the strands whooossshed through air again, landing right across my cock and balls. “AAAHHHHHH” I couldn’t help but yelp in surprise as the tender nerve endings on my cock reacted and absorbed the sting.

“Okay, Mistress, that’s enough for me. This was an interesting to try once, but as I told you, I’m really not into being the one to cause my husband pain – that’s why I gave him the gift of you. I can’t figure out why he wants this, but he tells me he does, so please, have at him. I’ll just settle back in and watch whatever you do next.” Kaci gently laid the flogger down on the table and moved back to her chair.

“Well, okay, and I think his muscles have likely had enough of trying to stand in this position anyway. Let’s move on to something else.” Mistress Marne moved to the side of the room, out of my sight line, and then returned pushing some sort of complicated table or bench sort of thing on casters. It was padded but looked like it had a lot of moving parts. She positioned one end up against my thighs, just below my cock, then reached for the remote control and, pushing a button, released the ropes that were stretching my arms. I hadn’t really noticed because of the stinging pain I was feeling elsewhere, but she was right, as soon as my arms came down I felt a palpable sense of relief.

Mistress Marne gave me an instruction: “Release your wrist cuffs from the ropes, but keep them on your wrists.” It took me some time to do that, as I needed for some blood and feeling to move back into my fingers after they had been extended high for so long, but eventually, I managed to comply. I figured removing the spreader bar from my ankles would be next, but Mistress Marne simply said, “Now bend over and lie forward on the table, with your arms stretched up over your head.” I did as instructed, bending at the waist with my feet still on the floor. I couldn’t really see what she did next, but I sensed that she knelt down behind my butt and fiddled with something — I felt the spreader bar between my ankles move a bit — and suddenly there was a loud CLICK. I heard my captor moving back around me, until she was standing at the very other end of the table. Something pulled on my arms, stretching them out further above my head, and then I heard another one — CLICK! My wrists had been linked together, stretched out above my head. Then Mistress Marne moved to the side of the table my face was turned towards, just above my shoulder, looking at me and at Kaci sitting beyond me.

She smiled — a somewhat wicked smile — then picked up the remote control device again, fiddling with a few buttons and nobs. Suddenly, the bench/table began to adjust itself below me. Something began to lift the bar attached to my ankles up into the air, so that I was lying just on my crotch, torso and chest, with my legs spread out in the air behind me. Then the bar was pulled towards the table, effectively forcing me to spread my thighs and knees out to either side, before a couple of extensions moved out beneath them so to provide a bit of support. The clip attached to my wrists pulled back, stretching my arms even further. Then I felt the table surface beneath my torso and chest begin to separate, creating a slot that my cock promptly dropped through. I found that there was actually a curved open spot just below my head, like you would have at the top of a massage table, that my face could rest in more comfortably than being twisted to the side. Finally, the table tilted a bit, with the lower end of the table rising and lifting my butt up until it was well above the height of the rest of my body. It was becoming pretty obvious where Mistress Marne’s next focus of attention would fall.

Or so I thought. The Mistress moved back to her chest of drawers, opened one, and drew out some contraption with a little round cage and a tube linked by a chain. She walked over and knealt by my head. “Do you know where this is going? No, you don’t need to answer me, I just wanted you to see.”

She stood up and moved behind me, out of my line of site. I felt her fingers slowly caressing my cock and ball sack, which were hanging — I’m sure in a very prominent manner — just below my ass. I felt her take hold of both balls, maneuver them through a ring, and then tighten it down to the point where my balls were snugly contained within the round cage. She then placed my cock within the tube, and again tightened it down with some sort of screws or something so that my cock was tightly gripped within. She let go, leaving my parts hanging there trapped within their constraints for a moment, before I suddenly felt a pulling as she attached some sort of weight to the connecting chain. This was a very odd sensation. Not exactly painful, just strange, though I had a feeling that might evolve over time.

There was silence for at least a minute, as I was left there to contemplate what might be coming next. Then…… “You did request that I incorporate some spanking, is that right?” This was a question clearly directed at Kaci, not me. “Absolutely. He tells me he likes to be spanked, but I don’t really like to do that myself, so please do what you will with him. He was very bad this week, by the way, so he is deserving of punishment.” I didn’t actually recall being bad, but I was in no position to correct her.

WHAP!!!!!! A paddle of some sort landed squarely on my ass. “OWWW!” I yelled out, as it really stung. Mistress Marne slowly walked around the table, knelt down next to my head, though I couldn’t see her, and softly asked. “Did I not instruct you to remain silent?” It was a rhetorical question, as she was clearly not seeking a response. “Did I not caution you about what would happen with another outburst?”

She stood, walked back behind me, and again gave me a moment of silence to imagine what might be coming. Then, suddenly, the paddle began raining sharp blows against my ass cheeks, quickly and hard. I had to screw up my face and grit my teeth to keep from making a noise, but it felt as though my butt was truly aflame. Kaci actually had spanked me with a paddle once or twice, most recently a year earlier for our last anniversary before tying me down, and that had hurt, but this was way, way worse. I had started to count the blows, just in my head, but after about ten I lost track. Vaguely, I took notice that as my body reacted to the blows, trying yet failing due to the restraints to retreat away, the weight below my cock and balls had begun swinging about, tugging my trapped parts this way and that as it moved. It might have felt good in other circumstances, except that I didn’t really have any capacity to think about what those might be, given how flaming hot my ass had become.

Suddenly, after what I’m sure was way more than twenty swats, the blows to my butt stopped. I realized I had been holding my breath and slowly began to let it out. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt back there. I had a brief thought that if by setting this up Kaci had sought to “cure me” of my expressed affinity for being spanked, this experience may have accomplished that goal.

“That should be sufficient punishment for his vocal outburst. Kaci, are you sure you don’t want to help punish him for whatever misdeeds he may have committed this week?”

“No, Mistress, I’m content to simply watch. He’s yours to punish.”

“As you wish. Let me see….” I heard her walking back over to the table, pick something up, put it back down again, and then I think pick up something else. Returning to the table she circled around me, and it sounded as if she was quietly coiling some sort of belt or strap around her hand. She moved back out of my sight, there was another moment of silence, and then CRRRAAAACCCCCKKKKKK! The strap landed squarely across and around my ass. While I had been able to tell that the last implement, the paddle, was broad, flat and hard, leaving a general sense of pain across my entire ass, this one had landed in a more focused way. WWHHHHAAAAPPPPP! It landed again, just across the bottom of my ass cheeks. I struggled to not cry out, knowing that if I did it might cause a flurry of blows to descend upon me. SLLLLLAAAAAPPPPP! And a third blow landed, just between the other two. I groaned, quietly and to myself. This was way, way more than I had anticipated. I think Mistress Marne heard the groan, as she stepped away and directed a comment to Kaci.

“I think that together with the paddling, that will have to be sufficient punishment for whatever misdeeds he may have committed. We do want him to last through the evening, after all. He’ll need a little time to recover, but then I think it’s time to do a little internal exploring. Kaci, I believe you said you don’t do a lot of anal play?”

“That’s right. He has asked me to use some toys up his ass but that always seemed weird to me. I did experiment once for last year’s anniversary, but I’m sure he’s curious about what it might feel like with a pro in control.”

“Well, anal play is actually fairly common, and as you’ll see, can really be quite pleasurable for him if done right. Why don’t you come over here so you can watch from a closer perspective.”

Kaci got up again, walked around behind me, and sharply drew in her breath as, I think, she saw the flaming red condition of my butt cheeks. I felt a finger reach out and trace a line across one cheek, then the other. “Wow,” she quietly breathed.

“Don’t worry, that will pass with time. The glutes can take a lot of abuse and in my experience, they always come back for more.” I sensed, but couldn’t see, that Mistress Marne was smiling as she said that.

“Okay, I’ve laid out a range of toys we can use on him. However, it really is important to make sure he is well lubricated. I like to use this to make sure it gets all the way inside. Would you like to apply it?

“Oh, that looks like the plastic syringe I used to use to give my kids a dose of oral medicine, but this one has a much longer tip” Kaci responded. “Thanks, but you’re the expert so I’ll just watch you do it.”

I suddenly realized that in the position I was in, with my butt cheeks high and widely spread, my asshole was very likely displayed in a highly prominent manner. I felt something rest against it, and suddenly a cooling gel was dribbling down my crack. That actually felt really good on my still-burning ass; I wanted someone to rub it all around. Then, slowly, something long and fairly thin was inserted up my anal canal, and then I could feel that cooling sensation being deposited deep within me, before the tube was slowly withdrawn, dribbling lubricant out along the way. It popped free, and I could sense that my ass had just become a very slippery place. Not knowing exactly what sort of invasive and diabolical toys Mistress Marne had in mind, I took some comfort in that. She really was a pro.

“Now, before we start on his ass, let’s add a little more weight down here…” and I felt a stronger tug pulling down on my cock and balls. Someone gave the weights a little push. “Don’t you just love the way this makes him swing back and forth?” asked Mistress Marne. Again, not a question directed at me.

“Now. Some of these toys basically take up space inside his ass, and some can be used to generate various kinds of stimulation. Let’s start with the first kind, and then we’ll move on.” I couldn’t see any of the implements Mistress Marne was speaking about, so was left to simply wonder what might be coming. Suddenly, something cold and hard was tickling at my asshole, advancing an inch or so and then retreating before slowly being pushed all the way inside, filling and stretching my canal as it went. At the end it sort of popped the last inch or so all on its own, I guess due to having a shape that seemed bulbous and then skinny again.

“Well, that went in very nicely. These plugs come in various sizes; this one is about a two in a range of one to five. That went in easily so I’m sure he’s good for a much bigger one, maybe even the five, but we’ll save that until later. Do you want to play with it?”

I felt someone — I think it was probably Kaci since she hadn’t declined the offer — take hold of the plug and begin to twist it around, simultaneously pulling it slightly out and then back in again. This was a new sensation for me, as Kaci had only once before been willing to put anything inside my ass, and I had to admit I kinda liked it. Almost made me forget about the burning sensation I was still feeling on the surface.

“Okay, why don’t you pull that one back out, and let’s try something different.” I felt Kaci slowly pull the plug back out of my ass — pushing it back in slightly a couple times along the way — until it emerged with a “pop”.

“Now, this one is a vibrator that is specifically designed to stimulate his prostate. He has a lot of nerve endings right around his anus, then not so many on the way in, but hitting his prostate in the right way can really set him afire. This is remote controlled — see, this button controls where on the vibrator the movements happen, and this one increases intensity.” I heard a faint buzzing as Mistress Marne showed Kaci just how this one worked. Then, once again there was pressure on my hole, and I felt something else — warmer than the first one, and bigger around — push in and up the channel. I was clearly well lubed up as there wasn’t much resistance, even with something that was definitely large. Whoever was doing the inserting pushed until there was nowhere else for this thing to go.

“Okay, start slow with the controls, and let’s see what response we can generate.” I felt — and heard — a buzzing sensation start up deep within me. At first it was a fairly generalized all-over sort of thing, but then the focus started to concentrate in one area — near the top where something seemed to be moving back and forth. My butt started twitching involuntarily in response. It was almost like what happens when my finger goes inside Kaci’s vagina and strokes her g-spot — her whole pelvis starts to thrash about. Kaci suddenly turned up the intensity, and my pelvis began to mimic hers — I couldn’t believe what was happening inside me. My cock, tightly encased within the clamped down tube as it was, couldn’t really respond the way I could tell it wanted to, so I focused on what was happening in my ass. Someone began twisting the vibrator around — my sense of the rubbing sensation would diminish and then enhance again depending on where it was placed. I finally couldn’t help myself and let out a grown of pleasure. “Ooohhhh, My Goooooodddddd”.

“I think we’ll allow that reaction”, Mistress Marne said. “You must be doing something right.”

“I never knew this could be so much fun,” responded Kaci. “I love it when Cal puts a vibrator way up inside me, but it hadn’t really considered that I could do the same for him. This is definitely something we will try at home.”

“Are you ready for one more ass game?” asked Mistress Marne.

“Oh yes, of course”. I felt the vibrations begin to diminish, though again, Kaci couldn’t help but be a bit of a tease moving them higher and then lower as she generally headed towards off. Finally, she did shut it off, and slowly pulled the vibrator back out of my butt. “Wow!” This was a different ‘wow’ than the one she uttered when she saw my flaming ass. “Okay, what’s next?”

“Well, I presume it’s fair to say that you have never fucked your husband?”

“Oh my! No, I haven’t, and that’s not something that has even occurred to me, or that Cal has ever suggested he might like.”

“Well, I highly recommend it. It can feel really terrific for Cal, and it’s the ultimate in you being in control, which I think you told me he asks for. I think you should try it. I have a range of dildos here you could pick from — some are very realistic cocks, if you’re into that, and some are more abstract in terms of shapes — and here’s a harness that happens to coordinate with what you’re wearing. And, we can adjust the table so that his ass will be at just the right height for you.”

I heard Kaci gulp with uncertainty. I figured this was a point where Mistress Marne wouldn’t mind if I said something, so I took a chance and piped up. “Kaci, go ahead and do it. You placed your faith in Mistress Marne, she’s giving you her best advice, and I’m positioned to submit. Pick a good one!”

“Well, okay, I guess we can give it a try,’ said Kaci. “Let’s see……… this one? Or maybe this?” I sensed that Kaci was picking up the various dildos and trying to decide which to use. “Oh, what the heck, let’s go for it. I pick this one. Honey, I’m not going to tell you just how realistic, or how big, or even what color this thing I’m going to put inside you will be. You’ll just have to use your imagination. But remember…. you asked for a good one…..”

“Excellent choice. He’ll enjoy it. Now, it goes through the harness like this….. and then we buckle it around you like this….. and now you’re ready to go. Normally I would suggest some sort of foreplay to get his ass ready for you, but we’re already done that. Let me adjust the table.”

I heard Mistress Marne pick up that remote control again, and suddenly the table I was strapped to began to move lower. I was still effectively supported by my knees on the side pads and my torso on the table itself, with my thighs spread wide and my arms stretched out over my head, and my ass pointed up and totally exposed. Clearly, I had no control whatsoever over what would come next.

I felt Kaci move between my legs. She bumped up against the spreader bar, and Mistress Marne spoke up to say “Oh, it looks like we’ll have to remove that bar. No worries, we can still restrain his ankles.” She fussed around a bit, unclipping the bar from the table and then from my ankles, which gave me a chance to give each leg a quick stretch before she reclipped the ankle cuffs to a hook at the lower end of the pads my knees rested on. “There you go, my dear. What a beautiful sight. Have at him.”

Kaci stepped closer, and I felt something firm moving around and exploring my perineum and stroking up and down my ass crack. My balls, of course were still inside their cage and unavailable. Suddenly I heard, and felt, a “squirt” as another dose of lube got applied to my asshole, or maybe to the pretend cock I was about to get fucked with. Then, there was pressure at my anus before it suddenly began to get filled up again.

“Take it slow at first, honey. That’s a pretty big one. Think about how you best like for him to insert himself into your vagina, and do the same for him. Then you can really let him have it.”

Kaci pushed a couple inches in, then slowly backed out, then back in again, a little further. Each time a little further, until finally, I felt her body up against mine and her fake cock was deep within me. God, she had picked a big one! Kaci ground around a little bit, getting herself settled.

“Okay Honey, I’m in control now, just like you always tell me you want. Are you liking it? Are you happy? Are you ready to get fucked? I know I enjoy it when, after you are deep inside me, you get as rough as you can with that perfect cock of yours, and I want to give you just that kind of experience.”

Kaci had literally never before spoken to me in this manner, so with the help of Mistress Marne she was clearly getting into a new role with this gift she had given me. I felt her pull back a few inches, and then ‘WHAM’ she thrust herself forward, jamming the head of the cock-thing up against whatever my anal equivalent of her cervix might be. ‘WHAM!’ ‘WHAM!!!!!’ I could feel my prostate begin to respond. Her crotch was banging up against my ass, with a rhythmic ‘SLAP SLAP SLAP!!!!!’ She was picking up speed, clearly doing her best to fuck my ass as vigorously as she could. Then, in a sudden change of pace, she slowly withdrew almost all the way out, before slowly advancing back in again. I felt and heard the table adjust downwards slightly, as Mistress Marne gave her a different angle to work with, and the next time she launched herself into me she must have landed squarely on my prostate, as my body involuntarly jerked and I cried out in surprise.

“Clearly, my dear, you have a talent for this. If his cock wasn’t restrained and contained he would probably be cumming over everything now, but we’re going to have to release him — sort of — for that to happen. Why don’t you give him a few more good thrusts and then we’ll take a break before our next activity?

“Oh My God, this is so much fun. Honey, your ass is in real trouble for the rest of our lives. Okay, here goes….” And with that Kaci went back to fucking my ass as hard as she could, thrusting in and out maybe another twenty times or so, before she finally backed off and withdrew for good. My ass felt heavily-used, bordering very close to raw. I guess there is value to using lots of good lube, though perhaps, whatever soreness I might have felt on the inside was being masked by the pain still lighting up my outside.

“Whew! I’m a little worn out from all that back-and forth action,” admitted Kaci, as Mistress Marne helped her out of the harness. “I don’t know what you have planned next, but I think I may go back to watching for awhile.”

“Well, you can take a break, but I do have one more role for you to play today. You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure,” responded Mistress Marne. After freeing Kaci, she moved over to me, and unclipped first my ankle cuffs, then the ones binding my wrists to the table. “Okay, see if you can stand up,” she offered in a kind voice. I discovered that wasn’t as easy as it sounds, as my leg muscles were pretty cramped and sore. Plus I still had devices and weights attached to my cock and balls, pulling them down and upsetting my balance.

“Oh, you look pretty cute in those”, said Kaci with a big smile. “We may have to get some for ourselves.”

“I’m sure you may be adding to your toy collection. In fact, I can help you order anything you might like,” said Mistress Marne. “But for now, it’s time to let those loose,” and she reached down, unclipped the clamps on the tube freeing my cock, loosened the ring and extracted my balls from the cage. “Here, Kaci, why don’t you apply a little of this ointment to those tools of his. Maybe even to his ass cheeks, if you like, since they are quite red. Would either of you like a drink before we move on?”

I couldn’t quite believe there was still more coming, but I thought it better not to ask. Kaci and I both took a deep drink of water, while Kaci just briefly ministered to my mid-section. Then Mistress Marne dropped her friendly persona and returned to form as a dominatrix. “Okay, let’s get started. Kaci, feel free to go sit and rest for a few minutes. You, bend over and grab your ankles.” I did as instructed, effectively presenting my ass to the world again. She walked over to the table, picked up a very large, smooth, metal butt plug, and returned to my side. “You may recall I mentioned we weren’t done with these. This is size five, the biggest I have, let’s see how it fits. You should have plenty of room after that fucking Kaci delivered.” She gave the plug a squirt of lube, positioned it at my asshole, and slowly began to push and twist. It actually slid right in, without too much resistance, but I had to admit it felt really, really big. My ass was stuffed.

“That went in nicely. Now come over here and lean back onto this.” “This” turned out to be a sort of a spoked half-wheel, maybe eight feet in diameter, standing semi-vertically and attached to some equipment at its hub, with a padded surface on the curve to lie against. I placed my ass against it and leaned back until my head was resting against the wheel. “Excellent. Give me your hand,” and she grabbed one hand, pulled it down towards the center of the wheel, and affixed the wrist cuff to a clip. Then she walked around the wheel to the other side, grabbed my other wrist, and did the same. Then she stepped back, almost as if she wanted to admire her work.

“This is one of my newest devices — I’ve only used it once before. You look pretty comfortable there.” I was standing though leaning backwards, my shoulders pressed back against the padded wheel, my head lying back and effectively looking up at the ceiling, and my cock standing straight out in front of me. “However, I do think an accessory or two is in order,” she added. Stepping over to her chest of drawers, she pulled out one drawer, then another, considering a couple of options before deciding. “These will be just right,” she murmured, quietly. Mistress Marne came back to the wheel, stood directly in front of me, smiled and held out her clenched fist before spreading her fingers to show me what she had. It was a pair of nipple clamps, and she took care to be sure I saw that rather than simply some sort of pads, these clamps had very small teeth on either side of the jaws. They would cling tight, and hurt if abruptly removed, I was sure of that. She attached one to my left nipple, tugged a bit to see how tight it was, removed it to adjust the tension (I was pretty sure she tightened it, not the other way), then clamped it back in place, immediately causing a sharp stinging sensation. After a bit of fiddling, she clamped the other onto my right nipple with similar effect. Now, I could see they the clamps were linked with a chain in the shape of a “Y”, with a small ring at the other end of the end of the tail piece. She smiled again, reached down and took hold of my erect cock, and fastened the ring onto it, just below the head. The length was just the way she wanted it…. If my cock was pointing upwards, there was a bit of slack in the chain, but if it bounced around or pointed anywhere below straight out, the chain pulled on the clamps. “Perfect!” she announced, stepping back to review her handiwork. My nipples were already feeling the painful effects of the little clamped teeth.

Mistress Marne reached for her master control box once again, fiddling with the buttons and switches. Suddenly the wheel began slowly rotating backwards, lifting my feet off the ground. It kept turning until she had my cock and balls positioned just at the top, with my feet hanging off the sides and my head now somewhat upside down looking backwards. My weight was squarely on my ass, meaning that it was squarely on that size five butt plug, which was well-jammed up inside me. Mistress Marne grabbed one ankle and affixed it to the same clip that claimed my wrist on that side, then did the same thing on the other. I was effectively hog-tied, with my cock and balls prominently on display. The only advantage I had was that my cock now tended to tilt towards my nipples, releasing some of the pull from the chain.

“Excellent!” Mistress Marne seemed very pleased with herself. I felt some trepidation at what might be coming. “Oh, there are so many implements I could use on you now. Which one shall I start with….. which one…..?” Now, I was truly concerned, though I had to admit, the unknown element to this was delighting my cock and making it wave about excitedly — and hence painfully a bit higher up my chest.

“I think this time I’ll begin with a blindfold. No need for you to know what’s coming.” Mistress Marne opened a drawer, pulled out a deep red (that color again) velvet blindfold, laid it over my eyes and fastened the strap tightly. I was plunged into darkness.

“Now, let’s see…..” Apparently Mistress Marne was back at her treasure chest, contemplating what to pull out. I heard her footsteps return towards me, then silence, then……. Something soft and tingly began caressing my cock, which jumped in response. “Oh, you like that?” queried Mistress Marne, not seeking an answer. “I thought I would start out gently.” I sensed her stepping around so that she was at the end of the wheel, facing my spread thighs, and whatever this was began to torment my balls, upper legs, then down the outside of one calf to its foot, fastened to the hub of the wheel, before returning back up the inside to just below my crotch, then back down the other leg. I am pretty ticklish, and I frequently encourage Kaci to be frisky and tickle me as much as she wants. She, on the other hand, hates being tickled and so doesn’t understand the attraction, so I don’t actually get it much. This experience totally tickled, a lot, and I was involuntarily squirming and jerking my legs trying to escape the sensations. Of course, all that movement only generated pull on the chain attached to my nipple clamps, which caused those little teeth to tighten and bite down on me. The contrast between the tickles to my lower half, and the torment at my chest was driving me crazy, but I was powerless to do anything about it.

Mistress Marne seemed to be shifting around to my right side, and she brought that tickle device right up the side of my belly to my chest, seemingly doing her best to cause me to try and twist away, further tightening the pull on the chain and the excruciating grip of the clamps. I had a moment of peace before the tickler landed on my left side, causing me to twist in the opposite direction. She had so sensitized me that with the slightest touch of the feather — for I had decided that’s what it had to be – it was impossible to keep my body still. Finally, she retreated back to where this had all started — my cock – for a final bout of ticklish attention that caused my shaft, and the ring attached to its end, to dance wildly about. Those teeth gripped even harder, and finally I couldn’t take any more. “AARRRRGGGHHHHHH” I yelled. “STOP THAT!”

“I don’t believe I’ve been properly addressed with that remark,” Mistress Marne said with a tone of irritation in her voice. “Did you mean to use your safe word? You may answer me, if you can be respectful of my role here.” Her tortuous tickles ceased, as she apparently waited for a response from me. I lay there for a moment, trying to recover my breath. Did I really want this to stop? The truth was, I had no desire to give either Kaci or Mistress Marne the satisfaction of giving in. “No, Mistress, no safe word. You were driving me crazy with all that and I just couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry for calling out and for not addressing you properly as Mistress.”

“Very well, we’ll continue. It’s amazing what effect one little eagle feather can create, isn’t it? But I’ll take pity on you and move to something else. Actually, I think I’ll use two of these, since you failed to show proper respect.” I heard her rustling about in her drawer before returning to my side. In the next moment, two sharp pinpricks landed below my belly, just above and to either side of my cock. They moved, and immediately I knew what she was up to now. “Your wife told me you like this tool,” she whispered to me, and she was right, I love it when Kaci runs our little pinwheel around my body. “I will not be as kind with them as she is, however,” came another whisper, and suddenly there were teeth pressing in on either side of my cock, slowly rolling towards the head. That’s the one area where with Kaci, this little implement can cause some pain if she’s not careful, but it seemed that with Mistress Marne, the care she took was actually to cause the pain, and I yelped as the two wheels came together right at the top of my cock-head. “Silence, you know the rule,” she whispered again, rolling the wheels back down my cock and onto my balls. I had never experienced two spiked pinwheels at once, and my body wasn’t sure what to make of it. Mistress Marne must have spent another fifteen minutes rolling them all around my body — my underarms were also quite sensitive as of course were the areas around my nipples, especially since I couldn’t help but twist around, trying in vain to escape but only succeeding in pulling on the nipple clamps — before apparently deciding it was again time to move on.

A minute of two of silence passed. Then, suddenly out of the blue, something long and thin landed softly across the tops of my thighs. If lifted and landed again, just a little harder, but not at all painfully. “Do you know what this is?” asked Mistress Marne. “You may answer….”.

“I…. I…. I th-think…. it feels like that cane you used in the beginning?”

It lifted off my legs and I could suddenly hear a ‘whish, whish, whiiiiissshhhhhing’ sound as she waved it about in the air. The it landed again, again softly, this time just above my cock. “Well, you’re close, but this one is much thinner and whippier. This switch is actually one of my favorite toys. When properly applied, it leaves a delightful thin red stripe wherever it lands. I love applying them in a pattern. It takes a couple of weeks before they eventually disappear. The switch lifted again, and came down again, very close to my cock, this time a bit harder with just a bit of a sting. “Are you intrigued? Would you like me to continue with this? You may answer again.”

Am I intrigued? What kind of a question is that? But I realize that yes, I am a bit intrigued, or curious maybe, about just what this favorite toy of hers might feel like. “Ye — yes, I think so….”, I respond hesitantly.

“Well, that’s good. But I’ll tell you what. If you’re intrigued, then this is a punishment you’ll have to earn. I have a challenge for you, and it’s one I think you will enjoy whether you win or lose. If you complete it successfully, you’ll have the opportunity to experience this delicacy. But if you fail, then I’m afraid we’ll be done for the evening. “Will you accept my challenge? You may answer.”

There was no choice to make here. “Yes Mistress, I will accept.”

“Very well. I’ll be back shortly. Kaci, there is a role for you in this challenge, will you join me so we can discuss it?”

I heard Kaci arise from her chair and walk over, then she and Mistress Marne started murmuring and whispering. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, however. A few moments later, however, both women walked towards me.

“As I was saying, I think you will enjoy this challenge. I believe my clients should always have a chance to enjoy an orgasm towards the end of their session, provided they have been well behaved, and you do fall into that category, despite a couple of vocal outbursts. I never offer my own vaginal or oral stimulation to my clients, but over the years, I’ve developed a very talented set of hands and fingers, which are very good at bringing men — and women, I might add — to orgasm. I am prepared to do that for you now.”

Well, this was a surprise, and it sounded good to me, but I knew there had to be a catch. There was still some sort of challenge coming. I heard footsteps approaching my head, and suddenly I sensed Kaci’s presence — and her sensual scent — very close by.

“Your challenge, however, is to bring your wife to orgasm before I do that for you. Her corset conveniently unsnaps between her legs, and her lace leggings have nothing at the crotch.” There was a pause, I felt Kaci stepping forward, and suddenly my upside-down head was clamped between her thighs, my nose buried near her rosebud, and my mouth resting against her pussy. She was very wet, and she smelled like, well, like sex. Just as this was happening, I felt a cool drizzle on my cock as Mistress Marne squirted a large dollop of lube to assist in her ministrations.

Oh, this ring on your cock is going to be in my way, so…… let’s give it to Kaci.” I felt the ring pulling off my cock, the chain moving up my belly and across my chest, and then a solid tug on my nipples — in an upward direction – as Kaci apparently took control of the clamps. She tugged again, a bit harder, and I heard a brief giggle.

“If you succeed in bringing Kaci off first, you’ll have an opportunity to experience my cane. I can’t promise you will wholly enjoy that experience, as there will be some pain involved, but it will be one you’ll remember. If I bring you off first, however, your orgasm will mark the end of your time with me. We’ll unstrap you, and Kaci will take you home. Are you ready? I know you can’t really speak just now, so Kaci, let me know when his tongue first touches your pussy, that will be the sign that we’re starting.”

Though my hearing was somewhat impacted by the tight environs around my head — as was my ability to breathe — I heard another giggle from above me, and felt another tug on my nipples. It was almost like my wife was riding a horse bareback and using the reins to get started. I didn’t see any other possible course of action, so I spread my lips, extended my tongue, and started probing. “Okay, go,” Kaci exclaimed, and I felt Mistress Marne’s hands wrap around my cock and begin sliding around. I was still in darkness, but even without the blindfold I would have had no way of seeing what I was doing — my field of view would essentially have been Kaci’s ass — and I had no hands to help me explore her folds either, so my ability to be sure I was hitting the right spots was pretty limited. Thankfully, I think Kaci decided to help me out — I don’t know whether it was more for her benefit, or mine — and she adjusted and settled her location until my tongue cause a pelvic jerk and sharp intake of breath — along with a sharp and momentarily painful tug on my nipples. I had no bandwidth to pay attention to that now; I was fully focused on Kaci’s clit. Hopefully, I was now on the right track to getting her to cum first.

I say hopefully because, down at my own torso, Mistress Marne was beginning to generate serious positive responses. One hand was wrapped around my balls, twizzling them around with its fingers, while the other was gently stroking up, down, up, down the underside of my cock. Every couple of strokes she would pause, pinch my cock-head between her fingers, and roll it around just like she was doing with my balls. Of course, the huge butt plug in my ass wasn’t helping matters (or maybe it was, depending on your perspective and desired outcome) because every time Mistress Marne rocked me around, it nudged up against my prostate. I’m sure she knew it was there and was trying to use it to her best advantage. I could tell that (a) she was highly experienced and very talented at this, and (b) it wasn’t going to take long for me to explode. It wasn’t like I could try and distract myself with boring math questions, after all, as I needed to concentrate on my tongue buried deep in my wife’s pussy.

Kaci was moving around more by now as well, however, rocking her pelvis back and forth as I sucked on her juices and flicked my tongue around inside her as fast and as hard as I could. I could faintly hear her voice whimpering as her body strove to achieve orgasm. I was also moving more, however, and suddenly I felt that pressure building that told me I was probably just seconds away. I finally resorted to using my teeth, biting down as gently as I could on what I hoped was Kaci’s clit. That one move did the trick, and I felt Kaci’s entire body begin writhing and heard her voice begin screaming. She was using her legs to ride up and down as her own juices squirted out over my face. Thankfully she pulled off — I think more out of desperation for some relief herself more than any concern or consideration for me — and I was able to take a deep breath through my nose before swallowing down the girl-cum she had deposited into my mouth. I hadn’t even noticed at the time, but I realized that somewhere in there Mistress Marne had let go of my cock. And I hadn’t cum.

With no use of my arms and legs, and still blindfolded, all I could do was lie there, breathing deeply, listen to Kaci settle down after her writhing orgasm, and wonder what was in store for me next.

“That was very close,” said Mistress Marne, a bit of amazement in her voice. “Usually when I set up a challenge of that nature, I win, so you did well to bring Kaci over her cliff so quickly. I think maybe I was distracted because I so enjoyed watching her, I perhaps forgot to focus on you. Here; let me remove your blindfold now — you should see what you did to your wife.”

Mistress Marne reached over, removed the blindfold, and I blinked a few times as my eyes re-adjusted to the light. Kaci was still standing just above my head — my eyes just below her pussy, which looked drippy wet, flushed in color and very bedraggled. Above that, however, Kaci was smiling broadly, and she promptly leaned over and gave me a deep, deep kiss. “That. Was. Amazing! I never know you could get me off quite THAT well with just your tongue. Well… maybe I felt your teeth in there too. Usually I complain if that happens, but no more!” Kaci looked down at the ring on the chain that was still wrapped around one finger, and gave a gentle tug. “Plus, who knew how much fun THESE could be!” I was pleased that she enjoyed holding those reins…. but even a gentle tug was painful in the highly sensitized state my nipples were in.

Meanwhile, Mistress Marne had reached down, unclipped my wrist and ankle on one side, and was moving around to the other. When she finished I slid off the wheel, staggering a bit as the feeling came back into my legs, then gestured at Mistress Marne towards my chest, silently asking if the nipple clamps could also be removed. “Of course,” she said, smiling, as she gently unclipped one, then the other. She gave each nipple a gentle little caress as she pulled the clamps away. “However, you do have one experience left, you know,” as she reached for the switch.

“Just so you know, I would never really use this on something like your cock or balls. That warning gesture I teased you with was simply for effect. Leaving a red stripe on a fleshy part of the body is one thing, but I wouldn’t want to cut open something important.”

I thought about resisting — pushing back and asking if maybe we hadn’t done enough after all — but then decided that no, I was going to be all in on this gift Kaci had created for me, and if getting my ass filled with red stripes was going to be a part of this experience, so be it. “Where do you want me, Mistress?” I asked.

“Oh, I think you should experience my cross,” she responded. “Come this way.” She led me over to a large metal frame in the shape of an “X” standing on the floor on the other side of the room. “Stand here facing this,” ordered Mistress Marne. I did, and discovered that the four arms came together just about at my belly button. My cock and balls hung freely below the crossing; a good thing, I realized, as I was still pretty stiff down there and trapping my cock between my body and the frame might have been, well, uncomfortable. My upper chest and face looked through between the upper arms. “Spread your legs out,” she ordered, and promptly affixed the ankle cuffs I was still wearing to each of the lower extensions. “And now your arms,” and she did the same with my wrists. “Oh, My, I guess we had better remove this!”, and I felt the butt plug in my ass slowly being pulled out and away. We had all, every one of us, totally forgotten it was in there! Then she stepped away, I guess picking up that master remote once more, as the upper extension pieces began moving, stretching my arms out until I was once again well immobilized.

I heard a rustling that I assumed may have been Mistress Marne picking up her cane. She stepped around to the back of the cross, so that I was looking right into her eyes – well, her breasts, with her eyes peering down from above them – and began running her fingers up and down the long thin object she held in one hand.

“So, while a flogger, a paddle and a strap all play an important role in domination play, a switch of this nature, which is made of rattan and is quite thin and flexible, is actually my favorite implement of all. I find that the sensations this imparts, when delivered properly, can be highly exquisite. However, there are a couple of cautions to keep in mind. Kaci, you should pay attention here, just in case you’re ever inclined to try a switch yourself.” Mistress Marne was apparently shifting into instructor mode for a moment. “As I said when we were using the flogger, and this also applies to spanking, the switch should really only be applied to fleshy areas of the body. The ass is perfect, and the front and back of the thighs are very good as well. The back side of the lower legs are also okay, but not the front side where there’s no covering over the bones. The upper back and shoulders are also okay for something thin and flexible like this, as the shoulder blades are larger and protect the spine itself, which one should never hit. The chest is also a good spot, at least for a man, though it could be really tender for a woman. Absolute no-no’s include joints like knees or elbows, no kidneys, and like I said before — no genitalia. And nothing at the neck or above. But in the prime fleshy areas, it’s really fine to strike as hard as one wishes to strike. It will absolutely leave stripes, so if you don’t want people to know what has happened, stick with areas that will be hidden with clothes. Unlike the pink or red flush imparted by a paddle, which will fade overnight, these marks may require a couple weeks to fully disappear, depending on how they were applied and what sort of after-care is provided.

With that, she flicked the switch back and forth in the air; it made a distinct “whoosh” sound, like the flogger but somehow cleaner, I guess because it was just one thin piece slicing through the air, not dozens. But then, she lowered the tip of the switch and gently nudged my cock which, since her ministrations on the wheel hadn’t led to an explosion, was still standing straight out. “Well, look at this”, she mused with a smile. “Perhaps you’re excited by the prospect of what’s coming…..”

“Now, let’s see. Kaci, did you say this visit to my Den was an anniversary present? How many years has it been?”

“Our fifteenth anniversary was last week,” answered Kaci.

“Well that’s perfect. Fifteen is a lot, actually, so I may need to go a bit easy on you, but it’s a good number and we’ll go with it. I like to have my clients count the numbers out loud, after each strike, but this time, to make it participatory given that it’s an anniversary celebration, Kaci, why don’t you call out the count?”

“Okay, I can do that.” Kaci hadn’t retreated back to her chair, but was standing to one side of me where she would have a good view, while Mistress Marne had moved around the cross and was now standing somewhere behind me.

“My rule is that you mustn’t lose count, or we’ll have to start over,” warned Mistress Marne.

“Really? Well, I’ll keep that in mind, for sure!” Kaci responded, a bit too excitedly for my liking.

I heard the switch whipping this way and that around the air behind me, before there was a moment of silence, and then ‘WHHOOOOSSSHHHH’ and I felt a searing line of pain right across the back of my butt. I knew I had to remain silent, but I couldn’t help letting a quiet “Ahhhh” escape my lips. It really hurt! “One,” called out Kaci, as if I didn’t know that already. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like at fifteen.

I heard a few bootsteps as Mistress Marne move to a different position behind me, then ‘whooossshhh’ and the switch landed again, a bit lower this time. This was really different than any of the flogger, the strands of which struck in a pretty dispersed manner, the spanks with the paddle, which though they landed very solidly, were spread out over a broader area of flesh, or even the narrower strap. This was like a thin line of searing white heat. “Two,” counted Kaci. My torso involuntarily tried to find a path of escape, but of course, there was nowhere to go.

The switching continued, with Kaci counting through three, four, five, six and seven, each strike landing in a slightly different place on my ass. I could no longer differentiate where the switch was landing, as my entire ass was wildly on fire. After Kaci called out “eight”, Mistress Marne finally spoke up. “Cal, you’re handling this well. Kaci, we’re just over half-way through, would you like to take a turn?”

“Oh, No!” Kaci replied, emphatically. “I told you, I don’t really even like to spank my husband. Trying out that flogger was enough of an experiment for me. I’m not going to be using a switch; this is why I brought him to you.”

“That’s fine, and your response is actually pretty typical. I frequently get clients who want me to do things that their partners or lovers aren’t comfortable doing for them. Let’s see, where are we now?”

“We’re at eight,” responded Kaci. “Before you started I was thinking I might somehow manage to lose count partway through, just to extend and enhance his experience, but after watching and hearing your switch land on his ass and seeing the pattern that is developing, I can’t imagine going more than fifteen. But please… do carry on with what we’ve agreed to.”

“I’ll do that,” responded Mistress Marne, as she slowly meandered around towards my front. “Oh My Goodness, what have we here?” She reached out with end of the cane and gently tweaked my cock back and forth. My ass was so aflame I hadn’t really noticed, but with her touch, I realized that my shaft felt bigger and harder and fuller than it had in a very, very long time. “Kaci, come around and take a look at this,” said Mistress Marne with a bit of awe in her voice.

“Oh Wow!” exclaimed Kaci. “I don’t think I have ever seen him get that huge and hard and colorful. Is he okay?”

“Oh, he’s perfectly fine, just excited is all. The experience of feeling my switch must be really turning him on.” She stepped a bit closer, and reached down to just barely touch my cockhead. It promptly jumped, a bit painfully! “I have an idea, Kaci. I did promise your husband an orgasm before we’re done this evening. It’s well known that simultaneous stimulation of other parts of the body will enhance the intensity of a genital orgasm. He’s clearly turned on by the feel of my switch on his ass, so why don’t you come over here and provide whatever sort of attention you wish to this wonderfully engorged, excited cock while I complete the remaining strokes. I bet he’ll come with an explosive force greater than you’ve ever seen before.”

“Really? Okay, I think I could get into doing that,” Kaci responded, a note of intrigue in her voice. She stepped around the frame, stood just in front of me, and smiled broadly. “Honey, are you ready for this? Doesn’t really matter if you are or not, I guess, because you’re going to get it either way.” Kaci slowly sank to her knees, and reached out with both hands, gently placing her fingertips on either side of my sack. Even that gentle touch was excruciatingly stimulating. Slowly, she drew her fingers up onto and then along the length of my shaft, generating a shock wave that radiated through my body. I writhed against the frame, involuntarily trying to pull away while at the same time relishing the sensations she was generating. “I think I’m ready now,” Kaci purred to Mistress Marne.

“Very well, I am as well”, she replied, and suddenly I heard the WWHHHHISSSSSHHHHHHH of the switch just before feeling the red hot sting of its strike across my ass. “Cal, I think your wife’s mouth may soon no longer be able to count out loud, as it will be devoted to something else, so you’ll have to complete the counting process yourself. What number was that?”.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, I think it was n….. nine?” I whimpered back. It was very hard to concentrate given what was going on down around my mid-section. Kaci had grasped hold of my cock more firmly with one hand and was stroking up and down, while her other had grasped hold of my balls and was twizzling oner against the other.

“That’s right,” answered the Mistress, as she stepped around to a different vantage point. THWIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGH, went the switch, and I couldn’t help but let out a startled cry as it landed just at the base of my butt. “AAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”.

I sensed Kaci looking up at me, I think a bit startled herself at my cry. But, she stayed in character as Assistant Mistress, and simply whispered, “Cal, don’t forget to announce the number.”

“Oh, God, that was ten….” I managed to say. Kaci smiled at me, and licked her lips. “You got it. I think soon you’ll need a little lubrication down here, and slipping her tongue even further out between her lips, reached out and caressed the tip of my cock. “Oh God, Oh Shit, Oh Fuck” I exclaimed as the sensations on my cock grew even more intense.

WWWHHHHHHIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZ, went the switch, and my flaming ass tensed up as it struck right across the fleshy middle. My cock responded as well, involuntarily jumping away from Kaci’s gently caressing tongue. She reached out, grabbed it at the base, and offered an admonishment. “Are you trying to escape from my attentions? We can’t have that now, can we?” And as if to reinforce her words, Kaci’s lips formed a circle through which she gently inserted the first inch or so of my inflamed shaft.

“That was number eleven, and I think we can dispense with the rest of the counting process,” said Mistress Marne, gently. She could tell that I was in no condition to be trying to shout out a number. “We have four strikes left. Kaci, are you ready?”

Kaci nodded her head up and down, never releasing my cock from her mouth. “Uh Huh…” she seemed to say, and the words created a buzz where her tongue wrapped around my cock within her mouth.