by Acton, Kim
Mike sobbed. “Please give me more. I’m sorry and I want to take it all back.”
Vicki picked up the bath brush and resumed her task. She administered one hundred and fifty strokes as Mike sputtered and sobbed his way through the count. She replaced the brush in the drawer and began to untie his wrists and feet from the bed.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” was all Mike could manage to sob between gasps of air.
“Don’t thank me yet,” she offered cooly. “You aren’t finished by a long shot.”
Mike felt fear grip him. He was far beyond any previous limit and his whole body was nothing but pain. He knew he couldn’t take any more. Yet he was about to get it. Vicki made him stand up straight, then she told him to bend down and touch is toes. When he did she tied his wrists to his ankles to keep him in a bent over position. Vicki learned this position pulled the muscles tight and minimized the protective skin and fat on top of the muscles. The result was every lash felt far more intense. The flesh of Mike’s ass was already so raw and sore that merely bending and stretching caused him to whimper with sincerity. Then he saw her remove the cane from the drawer.
“Don’t bother trying to count these,” she said. “You won’t be able to keep up.” The cane was the most vicious implement Mike had ever felt. The only thing that could possibly make it worse would be to have strokes administered in quick succession. It was unimaginable to receive such when he was already thoroughly whipped, welted and tenderized. He could only hold himself in position to wait and find out how it would feel. There was no rush of excitement, no welcome anticipation and his cock hung like an flaccid, empty balloon. He did not have a single sexual thought. All he felt was regret and remorse for doing something so utterly stupid, thoughtless and reckless. Now, more than anything else, more even than he wanted his punishment to end, he wanted Vicki to forgive him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Please forgive me.”
Without a word, Vicki began to apply the cane. She started at the top of his ass and applied perfect welts all the way down to where his cheeks met his legs. Mike screamed and sobbed the entire time. Next, and for the first time ever, Vicki began to apply the cane to the backs of his legs. Mike shrieked as the pain ripped through him. Somewhere north of one hundred cane strokes Mike felt himself growing faint and with a weak gasp he said, “Tangerine,” and went limp.
Vicki untied his wrists and told him to lie face down on the bed. Mike was so exhausted he could barely focus to understand what Vicki said next. She leaned in close to his ear and said, “That is one half of your whipping.” She put away the cane, closed the drawer and walked out of the room. Mike was overwhelmed with emotion. He knew he couldn’t take one more stroke of any implement and the thought of only being halfway through his session was more than he could bear. He sobbed with regret into his pillow.
Vicki returned to the room with a jar in her hand. She sat on the bed next to Mike and opened the lid. It was a aloe lotion she kept in the refrigerator. In a loving, caring tone she said, “Honey, this is going to feel cold but it’s the best thing to apply right now.” Mike stiffened at first then relaxed as the coolness fought the searing heat of his skin. “That really was only half your whipping. And in the future if I ever find out that you drove while drunk you’ll get the second half of this whipping before I even start the next one. Do you understand?”
A sense of relief filled Mike’s body, “Yes, Ma’am.” He touched her on the arm, “Thank you Vicki for doing this. You were right to do it. I love you so much and I’ll never put our happiness at risk again.” Then after a pause he added, “Do you forgive me?”
She finished applying the aloe and quietly said, “You made a mistake and now you’ve paid the price for it. I believe you are sincere when you say you won’t do it again. It would be wrong for me not to forgive you. So I do. As far as I’m concerned we don’t have to discuss this again. But I do want you to remember what a punishment session feels like. You need to know how far I’ll go to make myself clear that you have done something unacceptable. You will remember, won’t you?”
“Honey,” whispered Mike, “That was literally a whipping I will never forget,” then he promptly fell asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
The Deepest Submission
The next week was difficult for Mike. He still felt bad for what he’d done and he was reminded of that every time he sat down or bent over. It took two weeks for most of the welts and marks to fade. Vicki went very easy on him during that time. His maintenance whippings were suspended and he only had to perform light sexual duties. Occasionally during sex she would run her fingernails across his ass and enjoyed hearing him moan and flinch. She had such power over him and exercising it always made her wet. She felt in control of her marriage and her happiness.
Mike was expressive about how the punishment session affected him. He told Vicki it took his mind to a different place where he truly understood what it meant to have her in control of him. He felt owned but also strangely secure and loved. It was a paradox that he utterly hated the whipping he received but still loved knowing she could and would give it to him. The depth of that submission and knowing that she could put him there was intoxicating to him. He wanted it. He craved it. Yet he was genuinely afraid of it.
He told her it was like being a kid and riding the most fearsome roller coaster. You knew it was going to scare the crap out of you but you also knew you would be safe in the end. You could scream and let the fear and danger wash over you, but knew you’d be alright. And when it was over you wanted to get back on and ride again. That was the feeling he had whenever he saw Vicki with a strap or cane in her hand. She was taking him someplace dark and frightening but she would keep him safe on the journey.
Mike’s revelations were music to Vicki’s ears. She was satisfying him on the deepest level possible, a level most couples never experienced. She knew she was fulfilling his every fantasy and that made her feel indispensable and irreplaceable. Nobody knew him like she did and nobody could satisfy his needs like she could. She was also reveling in the benefits of the situation. She was tapping into her latent feelings of supreme arousal when taking control of him.
In the weeks after the punishment whipping she experimented with other aspects of control and they were enormous turn-ons for both of them. Mike was required to ask permission to use the bathroom. Sometimes she would take him in the bathroom and hold his cock while he peed and tell him to stop and start the flow on command. She ordered him to masturbate on command, once making him perform eight times in one day. She called him at work and told him to masturbate and send her proof he’d done it in the form of a mobile phone photo. She made him speak to his mother on the phone while she silently sucked his cock to orgasm and he strained to sound normal. Once when a neighbor couple was visiting she put a huge, vibrating anal plug in his ass and operated the vibrator by a wireless remote while he spoke to them. She made him masturbate thirty times in one day, always to the brink, but didn’t allowed him a single orgasm.
Her teasing was elevated to an art form and she relished telling him things like, “I’m just so horny today. Tonight I’m going to warm you up good before I use you all night.” And she discovered a new way to make him howl. While in the dog position he was required to reach back and spread his ass cheeks while she used the cane to whip his anus. She always enjoyed his eager obedience after doing that. Mike loved all the exploration and discovery and constantly thanked her for pushing him to explore new limits.
With new limits in mind, Vicki hatched a wonderful plan and decided to book a hotel suite for a weekend of indulgence. Saturday they stayed in the room all day and ordered room service for meals. Vicki make Mike wear a harness on his cock and led him around the room with a cock leash. She used a penis whip to torment his cock and anus. And in both cases he was required to facilitate his discipline by pulling and holding his stretched cock in position or spreading his ass cheeks to fully expose his anus.
He was req
uired to say the most submissive things. Vicki, would prompt him, “Whose cock is this?”
“It’s your cock, My Wife.”
“What can I do to it?” she would ask?
“Anything you want to do with it, My Wife.”
“Say it. Say who controls this cock,” she ordered.
Mike would take his mind to where his submission would flow like water. “You completely own and control this cock, My Wife. You say when it can be hard or soft. You say when it can piss or cum. You can whip it or suck it or put it in anything you want any time you want because it’s your cock, not mine. I can never touch this cock without you telling me to do it. It is for your pleasure, not mine, and you can use it any way you want for your pleasure or amusement, Ma’am.”
“And whose slut ass is this?” she would ask.
“It’s your ass, Ma’am. It’s yours to fuck with whatever you want to use. This ass will take whatever you give it. You can fuck it or whip it at your whim. You can apply welts to it for your enjoyment. You can make it do anything you want because it for your pleasure, not mine.”
Vicki put Mike through a couple of hours nonstop verbal submission. She wore a strap-on during his ordeal and used the tawse on his cock, nipples and ass. She made him suck the strap-on to apply lubrication. Knowing it was the only lube his ass would get made Mike slobber on it like a dog. She called him a bitch and make him beg for his ass to be fucked hard. When she pressed the head of the strap-on against this sphincter she simply coaxed, “Say it!” and Mike would perform as he had been training.
“Please, Ma’am, please fuck my pig ass. Fuck it hard and make it hurt. Show me who owns this slut ass. Stick your huge cock in me and make me take it all. Fuck me like the submissive, slut bitch I am!” Vicki would ride him like a mustang and punctuate her deep thrusts using the tawse against the flesh of his ass. His cock would strain for hours without any hope of release.
She made him kneel naked on the floor then tied his wrist to his ankles. That left his mouth at the perfect height to suck on her strap-on. While he sucked it she told him how much he loved it. He would nod his head in agreement with his mouth full.
There was a knock at the door.
Vicki checked her watch, pulled the strap-on out of his sucking mouth with a loud pop and sauntered to the door, naked but for the harness. Mike was horrified that someone on the hotel staff would see Vicki or him. She checked the peephole in the door then unlocked it and swung it open. “Great to see you, c’mon in,” she chirped.
Mike heard a strange male voice say, “You look fantastic.”
They walked over to Mike and looked down at him, “I was just having him suck me before I bitch fuck his ass,” Vicki said to the man.
The guy was vaguely familiar to Mike. He was tall and good looking wearing blue jeans and a cable-knit sweater. He looked European. Then it registered. He was the dom Vicki was chatting with on the stage during Mike’s ordeal at the private party.
“This is Rebecca’s friend, Liam. He was at the party and watched you get fucked on stage, Michael. Now he’s going to watch you get it again. Oh, and here’s the best part. He’s going to let me play with his amazing cock. I can’t wait to see it. Rebecca says it’s wonderful.”
Liam laughed and pulled his sweater over his head to reveal a chiseled torso and the arms and shoulders of a athlete. In one fluid motion he doffed his jeans and Vicki’s eyes widened. “Oh, my,” she said looking alternately at Liam’s cock and Mike’s face. “That is just gorgeous!” She took it in both hands and it filled them with more to spare. She pulled a chair across the floor and sat down so she could hold and admire Liam’s cock while it was only inches from Mike’s face. She wanted Mike to see every detail of what she was doing.
Unbeknown to Mike, all of this had been arranged ahead of time and Liam had agreed to the scheme. Mike, however, had a spinning head and still tried to make sense of the impossible situation. He didn’t have a minute to collect his thoughts when Vicki began to slowly stroke Liam’s shaft to its fullness. Rebecca told her it was bigger than Mike’s and Vicki could see she wasn’t lying. It hung in a heavy arc then began to straighten in response to her stroking. Liam felt her hot breath on it.
“Mmmmm, isn’t this wonderful, Michael?” she cooed.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, as required.
“That’s a good boy,” she replied. Then she asked, “Michael, who owns your slut mouth?”
“You do, Ma’am.”
“And what can I put in your mouth, Michael?” she asked slowly.
“Anything…you want…Ma’am,” answered Mike with uncharacteristic hesitation.
“That’s right. And now I’m going to put this big cock in your mouth. Open, Michael. Open your whore mouth and stick out your tongue right now,” she ordered.
Mike’s eyes grew glassy. He head reeled and he wasn’t sure she was serious. Nevertheless, he did as he was told. In a blink he had a thick, hard cock in his mouth for the first time in his life. It was an utterly foreign sensation. The first thing he felt was the heat of it. It was surprisingly hot and he felt it pressing into the his throat. The texture was smooth yet stiff and it tasted faintly salty. Vicki instructed him, “Use your tongue. Get it wet and suck it like the little slut you are!”
He did what he was told.
Liam began to thrust back and forth to slide it in and out of his mouth. “That’s it,” Liam said, “Suck it good, faggot.”
Faggot? Once, when Mike was a freshman in high school a junior called him a faggot when they got off the school bus. Mike chased him three blocks and beat the shit out of him in front of a crowd of people. That was the first and last time anybody called him a faggot. This time he heard it under very different circumstances. He was being called a faggot by a guy who had his cock in Mike’s mouth. At that instant, Mike knew truly deep sexual submission. He could only take what was being given to him. He could not protest. He didn’t want to protest. He wanted to be driven to this very point. He wanted to completely lose his ego and become a receptacle for whatever His Wife wanted. He was not gay and never had gay fantasies. With every fiber of his body he did not want to be doing this yet he was proud that he was doing it. When the mortification drifted away, he was in a private heaven. He would do anything in service to His Wife.
Vicki was transfixed on the spectacle that was inches from her and the image of it was burned into her mind permanently. She told her submissive, kneeling husband to open his mouth and she placed a cock into it and told him to suck it properly. And he did it. The totality of that was making her crazy with lust.
She pushed Mike away from Liam and told him to sit and watch. She plunged Liam’s meaty member into her mouth and stroked and twisted the shaft as she took it in and out of her throat. She swallowed it deeply, almost to the balls and Liam moaned for the first time. She let it linger in her throat and swallowed and flexed at leisure. Liam was impressed with her skill. She reveled in the pleasure of it and repeatedly rubbed the shaft over her face while gasping for breath. She sucked only the head and lashed it with her tongue and ran her lips along the shaft’s underside, flicking at his balls while her hand stroked and twirled. And it was all very deliberately inches from Mike’s eyes. She held the shaft and gave it broad, slurping licks while staring directly at Mike. He was forced to watch His Wife eagerly suck another guy’s huge cock right in front of his face!
Vicki spoiled herself for so long she could begin to feel Liam getting close to orgasm. She stood up and untied Mike’s wrists. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” she told him. Mike complied and Vicki moved behind him to begin his ass fucking. Then in a sweet voice she said, “Liam, would you mind standing on the bed so I can get some more of that wonderful cock? I’d love to continue sucking you.”
Liam smiled and obliged. He stood on the bed with his legs bestride Mike and his cock hanging in Vicki’s face. A wall of mirrors was beside the bed so all of them could see the action. Vicki gave Mike his instruction
s, “Michael, watch us in the mirror. I want you to see me sucking this big dick while you are getting it in the ass from Your Wife. I want you to start jerking off immediately but you are not permitted to cum until you see that Liam has cum in Your Wife’s mouth. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” came the reply.
“Say it!” she prompted.
“I will watch you in the mirror so I can see you suck that big dick while you fuck my slut ass. I’ll masturbate the whole time but I will hold my orgasm until I see Liam’s cum pouring from My Wife’s mouth,” said Mike, as he struggled with his disbelief that all of this was happening to him.
Vicki began slowly. She immersed herself in the decadence and feeling of power; pegging her man in the ass while sinfully enjoying Liam’s meaty, luscious cock in her mouth and throat. She changed tempo several times and was careful to prevent both of their orgasms. She frequently slapped Mike’s ass like an angry cowgirl. Otherwise her fingers furiously rubbed her clit to climax after climax. Soon both men were flinching and moaning on the brink of orgasm.
She began to fuck Mike hard and fast and took Liam deep into her throat. She could feel Liam buck and thrust, then jet after jet of hot cum shot into her mouth. It ran out of her mouth and onto her chin and neck and tits. Seconds later Mike screamed and exploded shooting thick ropes of cum on himself and the bed. It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced and it left him soaked in his own cum.
Vicki and Mike spent the rest of their weekend discussing every detail of what happened and how they felt during each moment. Together they had transcended so many personal limits and taboos. They felt victorious and satisfied that they had risked so much and won. They felt different from everyone else they knew and they were happy about it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The Envy of Friends
The next few months Vicki and Mike were very happy and settling in to their new lifestyle. Their marriage had become the most important thing in their lives. Vicki had to prompt Mike to spend more time with his friends. She knew that was an important outlet for him and a necessary part of a guy’s life.
