by Acton, Kim
Mike responded, “I like the fact that I have marks on me. Honestly, I’d be disappointed if I woke up and they had faded already. And I know we can’t exactly do it all the time. I get that. But what makes it constantly exciting is that you might do it. That’s all I need to know.”
Vicki gave him a slightly wicked smile, “Really? Just the hint of it?”
“Just the threat of it would be a better word,” said Mike with a sloppy grin. “It’s like a sword of Damocles over my head and the thought of knowing you might see fit to discipline me again is very exciting.” Then he added nervously, “Didn’t you enjoy it too?”
Vicki let out a heavy sigh and waited to collect her thoughts. “I’m of two minds. The truth is, I didn’t just like it a little, I really liked it. It was so nasty and I got to do whatever I wanted and it felt great. I knew I was driving you wild and I loved having the power to do that. After you fell asleep I masturbated three times before I fell asleep. But, I don’t see how either of us can have the energy to live like that 24/7. When you called me Ma’am just now I didn’t want to start having to take control of you in some way. And I’m worried about that.”
Mike was mostly relieved. Hearing how much she got into the session was music to his submissive loins. “Maybe there’s a signal we can have or some way to show whether we’re just being relaxed or…if, you know…”
“…we’re not relaxed?” Vicki intoned with a laugh. “You sure weren’t relaxed last night,” she added with another chuckle. She took a sip of her juice and had a faraway look in her eye, “God, that really was hot, wasn’t it? I think I was almost as horny as you were. Feeling you suck my fingers, my God,” she shuddered.
“What if I call you Michael?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” said Mike.
“If I say, ‘Can you come here Mike’ it won’t mean anything different. But if I say “Michael, come here,” it will mean I expect you to become submissive and respond the ways we talked about. How about that?” she asked.
“Works for me,” said Mike cheerfully.
Vicki looked satisfied, “That way I control how often all this happens. That makes me feel better about it.”
“Honey, you control it anyway. That’s what the whole mind-fuck is about. I walk around the house knowing that any time you want you can make me do whatever you want. Just knowing it could happen is half, maybe more than half, of the fantasy - the whole lifestyle,” said Mike with sincerity and reassurance.
Vicki settled back in her chair and looked more relaxed. She smiled and asked, “So, how did that tawse feel?”
Mike groaned. “ Man,that thing packs a wallop. The first few really stung but after awhile the strokes are more of a thud and they sort of add to the overall heat. The truth is I got to the point where I was craving them; literally wanting you to turn me over so I could get some more with the tawse. It’s hard to explain but it’s like a desire to keep the heat going.”
“Really?” said Vicki with surprise. “I’m so shocked to hear that. I was worried it might be too much and you just weren’t saying anything.”
“No. I would have been OK with you using something worse. Maybe I have a high pain threshold. It just felt amazingly good to me. Hottest sex ever. In more ways that one,” he said with a wink. “Have I thanked you enough? It’s a dream come true.”
Vicki chuckled. “Yes, I get that you loved it. And just so you know, there’s more of it in your future.”
Mike felt a tingle go through him. He nodded.
Vicki stood up, “I’m going to visit an online forum I found and get some more advice.”
“Is that where you heard about the thing we did last night?” asked Mike.
“Yup,” came the reply.
“Then by all means don’t let me keep you from it another minute,” Mike replied with eagerness. You jump on the computer and I’ll clean up the breakfast mess.”
Vicki froze. Mike never cleaned up the kitchen. “Seriously?” she said.
Mike scooped up the dishes, “Get used to it, My Wife. You’re the queen.”
Vicki felt a little thrill of pleasure run down her spine and into her pussy. She walked away without a word.
She found the same dom in the chat room and they discussed a few issues. They discovered they were both in the same city and the dom suggested they meet at a pancake restaurant located between them. Vicki agreed and told Mike where she was going and what time she would be back. He was excited to hear she was meeting a real dom and encouraged her to get the most out of it.
As she was getting ready to leave Vicki said, “One more thing, Michael. You mentioned you wanted me to use other implements on you? Fine. I want you to go online while I’m out and purchase three items that I can use for your discipline. And they better be well suited to the job. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied with enthusiasm.
“And have them shipped overnight.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Vicki drove across town to meet the dom at the restaurant. She was excited to get all the expert advice she could could and her head raced with questions. She entered and saw the dom seated in a corner booth with a middle aged man sitting next to her. She wore a short black skirt and a white lace blouse. She look professional but not severe or overtly sexy. The trim, clean-cut man sat next to her wearing dark jeans and a burgundy button up cotton shirt with all the buttons fastened. His head was down and he appeared to be reading something he was holding in his lap.
As Vicki approached the woman smiled and introduced herself as Rebecca. Vicki shook her hand then looked at the man next to her. He did not move or acknowledge Vicki. “He doesn’t have permission to look at you,” Rebecca said. Vicki noticed that his hands were empty and folded in his lap. He wasn’t reading, he was deliberately casting his eyes downward and remained still.
“Oh, I see,” said Vicki nervously. “That’s fine.”
Rebecca smiled. “I hope he’s not embarrassing you. I guess you’ve never been around a 24/7 lifestyle couple before, have you?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Well, Slave Thomas isn’t going to participate in our conversation,” said Rebecca curtly. “So, you and your husband are just getting started in this? Tell me some of your questions, I love to help newbies.”
Vicki thanked her and tried not to look at Thomas as they spoke. She told Rebecca about what they did the night before even though she was a bit embarrassed to mention the details in front of another man. Thomas, however, did not react in the slightest and kept his downward gaze and stillness. Soon Vicki almost forgot he could hear them.
She asked Rebecca about the issue of not wanting to spend all her energy controlling Mike or having to dream up new ways to discipline him or to have sex. She explained that she didn’t want to drive home every night trying to think of what new session she could devise. She admitted the session last night was very thrilling, but mostly she worried about the commitment and the expectations that might go along with their new lifestyle.
“Whew,” said Rebecca, “I’m getting worn out just hearing all this.” She smiled and explained that Vicki was looking at it the wrong way. “Girl, this isn’t about you draining your energy. It’s about training your man to behave in the exact way you want. You get everything you want and it’s only when you don’t get it that you have to remind him who is in charge.”
“I see. And in those situation I give him the tawse or something similar?” she asked.
“Only if you want to. There are a thousand ways to correct behavior. You don’t need to lift a finger if you don’t want to. Simply tell him to go in another room and place a large anal plug in his ass and leave it there for hours. Or tell him to put painful clamps on his scrotum. Or give him a cat o nine tails and tell him to whip is own ass while you watch. My goodness, you never have to lift a finger if you don’t want to,” she answered with a smile. Vicki was enthralled.
Rebecca continued, “All you need to
know is what he considers punishment and what he considers reward. Then you decide whether he gets the carrot or the stick. And as far as your own pleasure goes, you always get what you want the way you want. If you want to watch TV for hours while he massages your feet then that’s how it is. If you want to climb on top of him and fuck for an hour then that’s how it is. You don’t need to spend a minute thinking of anything other than what you feel like doing in that moment. And as far as submission goes, a lot of it is purely mental. Make him say things. Make him say he’s your slave. Make him say he wants a whipping. Make him say he doesn’t deserve to have his cock in you. He wants to admit you are in control of him, believe me.”
Rebecca turned to Slave Thomas, “Undo the top two buttons of your shirt.”
“Yes, Mistress,” came the swift reply. He opened the top of his shirt to reveal a gleaming, heavy metal collar with a large ring at the front. A thin, braided leather leash was connected to the ring and ran down his hairless chest under his shirt. “Now, everyone can see you’re just a submissive little bitch slave,” Rebecca offered cooly. Then she looked at Vicki, “See? It really takes no effort at all.”
Vicki was transfixed. Her face blushed and she changed the subject, “You mentioned the carrot and the stick. I think with Mike the stick is the carrot. I mean, he admitted he loved getting it with the tawse. So is it really punishment?”
Rebecca smiled, “Most subs enjoy a nice whipping. That’s fine. I enjoy giving them. Slave Thomas gets a maintenance whipping every day. Before he leaves for work in the morning he gets one hundred licks with the strap. That’s just a daily reminder of his submission. The poor thing would be disappointed not to get it every day.
But punishment is another matter. Punishment is not at all sexual. If Slave Thomas has an erection when he knows he’s going to be punished the first thing I make him do is masturbate to orgasm. When he has that out of his system the whipping starts. That makes it hurt more. And it isn’t just a strap, it’s a wooden paddle, a cane and some other toys that are truly unforgettable. And make him count the strokes. That way he has to pay attention to every one of them and he can’t get his mind off the pain by daydreaming. He has to stay in the moment and the moment is all about his punishment. It’s something you might only do once or twice a year but when they know it can happen they stay very submissive when you make the threat of giving them proper punishment.”
Vicki was enthralled by the image of it all. “I worry that I’ll go too far and really hurt him.”
“That’s what a safe word is for. You have one, right?” asked Rebecca.
“No. What is it?” asked Vicki.
“You need one immediately. It’s a word you agree on that he can use to signal that he has reached his pain limit. It could be tangerine. If you are disciplining him and he says tangerine it means he can’t tolerate any more pain. You could switch to some other activity, like working on his nipples instead of his ass or doing some cock and ball torment, or you could end the session altogether. It’s still up to you, not him.”
“I see,” said Vicki. “Another thing is, I read a lot in the forum about anal sex. Do you have any advice for me?”
“Anal can be like the whippings. Some subs like it so much it isn’t good punishment. But that’s OK. Then you use it as a tease. Give them a little then take it away. Make them go without what they are craving. But some men are really afraid of it. It emasculates them. In that case use it as a threat. Call him your bitch, and tell him about the ass-fucking you’re going to give him. Wear a strap-on, one big enough to scare him. Make him suck it.”
Rebecca leaned back and took a sip of her drink, “Let me tell you something, Sister. The more they hate it, the more they love it.” Then she leaned in close and lowered her voice, “Always remember this; the deeper you force his submission, the more he’ll love you for making him submit so deeply. Once you learn to take pleasure in that, you’ll have the most wonderfully symbiotic relationship two people can have.”
They finished their conversation by agreeing to get together again. Vicki drove home with her mind churning with visualizations of what Rebecca had described, She also had a sense of relief that she had misunderstood her role. Vicki could see she didn’t need to try hard to make things work. She could actually relax and let the natural balance of the situation take care of itself. She saw a path to hot, indulgent sex.
She came into the house and Mike was quick to ask her, “How’d it go?”
Vicki, didn’t miss a beat. “I’ll tell you while you’re giving me a foot massage, Michael.”
CHAPTER SIX
Anal Training
Vicki moved to the sofa and kicked off her shoes. She put her feet on the ottoman, “Michael, I want a foot massage. Why don’t you kneel on the floor and massage my feet while I tell you what my new friend and I discussed.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” said Mike, as he eagerly moved into position and waited to hear what transpired and what it might mean was in store for him later.
“It was quite interesting. She brought along a slave who wore a collar and leash under his shirt and wasn’t allowed to look at me or say a word the whole time. I understand she is quite harsh with him,” Vicki used a coy tone and she knew Mike hung on every word. “For one thing, he gets a daily whipping. Is that something you need to have, Michael - a daily whipping?”
“Maybe,” was all he could think to say as he increased the cadence of her foot massage.
“Well, maybe you’ll get it,” she replied. “But first I’m going to tell you what I’m thinking about this business. I was concerned that I was going to tire myself out thinking of all the ways to make you properly submissive and getting you to do everything. But luckily for you, she talked to me about how I don’t really need to lift a finger. That’s the term she used - don’t need to lift a finger. That sounds just fine to me. Are you prepared to submit without making work for me, Michael?”
“Oh, yes Ma’am,” came his emphatic reply.
“Good. The other issue I have is that I want you to learn much better control. I want you to delay your climax until I say you can have it. That way I will be completely satisfied in every way and your pleasure is a secondary concern. Your pleasure will come from serving my needs and might or might not involve even having a climax. In any case, it will always be up to me. Are you prepared to submit in that way, Michael?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied and punctuated his words with a tender kiss on each of Vicki’s feet.
“Finally, I have been thinking about what I want out of all of this. If I am making your fantasies become your daily reality I think you should be doing something for me. Don’t you?”
“Anything,” he added with devotion.
“Yes, but when I’m calling you Michael and I have a tawse in my hand I know you’ll do whatever I want. I’m thinking about all the rest of the time when we are just Vicki and Mike. During those times I want you to think about why you love me and then tell me. I want you to tell me your thoughts and feelings about work and us and life in general. And I want us to talk about those things together. I want you to improve your game as a husband. Are you willing to do that, Mike?” Vicki put obvious emphasis on the word Mike. She wanted an honest answer given voluntarily, not one she extracted like her heel was on his scrotum.
Mike looked her in the eye and said quietly, “Honey, I should have been doing that all along. I’m sorry if I wasn’t and I will really try to be better. It’s the least I can do for the wife of my dreams.”
With those words Mike sealed his fate. Vicki smiled and felt a powerful tingle as she realized they were both in for the ride of their lives. Neither of them had any idea how deep the rabbit hole was going to take them, but it would be far beyond what they could have imagined.
“All right,” said Vicki. “Go in the bedroom and bring me the bag from the adult store.” Mike darted away and returned with the bag. “Now lower your pants and bend over the arm of the chair.”
Mike was bent across the overstuffed arm of a large leather chair and holding the opposite side of the chair to keep his balance. “The first order of business is to make sure you stay in a submissive state of mind all weekend. And to help assure that, you are going to receive fifty strokes with the tawse followed by something new.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Do you know what a safe word is, Michael?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I’ve read about it.”
“I’ll bet you have. You’re such a slut. Well, your safe word is tangerine. If this whipping or any future punishment becomes too much and you can’t take any more, you can say tangerine and I will stop. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
With that Vicki began to administer the strokes. After ten his breathing was fast and shallow. After twenty the individual whip marks were gone in favor of an overall redness. After thirty there was visible sweat on his back and shoulders. After forty the center area of both ass cheeks had turned purple. For the last ten strokes his cries were more high-pitched and his body twisted with each lash. Then is was over.
“What do you say?” asked Vicki cooly.
“Thank you Ma’am.”
“Thank you for what?” asked Vicki
“Thank you for using the tawse on me, Ma’am,” came the reply as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Not good enough. I want you to thank me for everything I did and for the way it made you feel. If you don’t tell me enough I’ll start over from the beginning,” said Vicki as she tapped his ass lightly with the tawse.
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for disciplining your submissive, slut husband. Thank you for whipping my ass so I remember to do whatever you want and for reminding me this is what I can get anytime I forget to do what you say. Thank you for reminding me to talk about my thoughts and feelings. Thank you for letting me know what a whipping feels like so I don’t forget how to please you, My Wife.”
“That’s better. Now stay in that position.” Vicki reached into the shopping bag and removed red, silk pouch. She dangled the pouch in front of him. “Do you know what this is?”
