Waiting For The Weekend Pt. 02 – BDSM

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It is finally Friday afternoon, my last client appointment has canceled so I sent my secretary home early. Here I am alone in my office locked in a chastity device. My wife expects me to come home at exactly six o’clock, not one minute earlier and not one minute later. I rarely have free time, what do I do?

Two hours all to myself without her direction, I hate this feeling. My purpose here is to focus on the company and earn money. My purpose at home is to please my wife and make her life easier. I cook, clean, maintain the property and cars. My service to her is to be a ordinary caring husband ready to snap into a submissive sexual servant at any moment she orders.It is finally Friday afternoon, my last client appointment has canceled so I sent my secretary home early. Here I am alone in my office locked in a chastity device. My wife expects me to come home at exactly six o’clock, not one minute earlier and not one minute later. I rarely have free time like this, what do I do? Two hours all to myself without her direction, I hate this feeling.

I stare out my office window and start to think. My purpose here is to focus on the company and earn money. My purpose at home is to please my wife and make her life easier. I cook, clean, maintain the property and cars. My service to her is to be a ordinary caring husband ready to snap into a submissive sexual servant at any moment she orders. I’m ready to be used for service, sex or entertainment. She wants a strong romantic man who can dance, make her laugh, an amazing lover and make her feel loved and safe.

The two tracks of our relationship run side by side. I am at all times her loving respectful husband at the neighborhood block watch meetings, while we are shopping at the mall, in a restaurant or social gatherings. Even at home I am a ordinary loving husband never breaking that line between loyal loving husband and devoted slave unless she chooses. She could order me to crawl on my knees to kiss her feet at any moment in private or in public, I long ago overcame any hesitation. Over the years she conditioned me with several public examples. I was once ordered to kneel beside her chair in a busy coffee shop because of my tone. I knelt there in my company suit as she slowly finished her coffee and our conversation.

Another test was while we were traveling. Out of the blue to test my obedience I was given the task of purchasing lace panties for myself. I was ordered to ask for my size and tell them they were for me. She was acting like a customer so she could monitor our conversation. The same day on another isle I was ordered to remove my shirt and raise my arms. She then tickled me as a group of senior women looked on, it felt like forever. These types of random tests let me know her potential and resolve have no limits.

She never liked a wimpy or weak slave she wanted a stoic man who could take whatever it was she wanted to dish out. It was not a game to her I was either in or out, sink or swim, pass or fail. She legitimately tries to break me, the ultimate test of my own resolve and devotion. She gave me a rare thing in todays world an opportunity to prove my metal.

Around the house if she needs to ask for something, I had already failed. I should have anticipated before she needed to ask. In our play she has no hesitation to demand the seemingly impossible and I somehow discover the inner strength to complete whatever it may be. Afterward we at all times marvel at what we together can achieve. This dynamic fills the entire relationship. Not only my standards of service but my standards for the company and my character as a man.

Our BDSM play is pure and real, no real separation other then our roles. She gives me the opportunity to show off and she enjoys seeing what I can do.

The time passes as I think about how grateful I am to have the opportunity to love her. I guess it is the ultimate gratitude list. Many would never figure out, they may judge it as cruel and unfair or immoral. We accept that outsiders would think it was weird so we keep it our secret.

Finally it is time to leave, I stop to pick up Friday’s fresh cut flowers and a take home order from her favorite Chinese restaurant. I reach the freeway and drive directly home with three minutes to spare. I sit down the street watching my watch then pull in the garage at exactly 6 PM. I put the flowers in a vase, set the table and pour her a glass of wine. She walks in the room, gives me a kiss and sits down at the table. We eat while we catch up with small talk. As we finish I clear the table and rinse the dishes. She turns as she walks toward the living room and says be ready in 30 minutes and gives me an evil smile.

I rush to the laundry room, remove my clothing and head for the spa shower by the pool. I clean my body inside and out and do a quick full body shave including face and head. I have this ritual down to a science so I have a few minutes to spare. We have a special chair in our playroom with a small padded leather mat in front of it. I position myself on my knees, hands behind, head bowed with my eyes closed and wait.

My mind is doing backflips as I anticipate her arrival. I smell her scent as she enters the room as my cock hardens in it’s cage. I feel the slight breeze from her passing and hear her sit in the chair. She bounces my cage with her toe then lifts my balls with her foot. She then raises my chin and tells me to open my eyes. She looks in my eyes then gives me permission to worship her feet. I press my face against her foot as she rests her other foot on my neck. I’m overwhelmed with emotions because I am exactly where I belong.

After a long time she slouched in her chair and spread open her legs signaling me to come close. My nose takes in her scent and rushes through my brain and body. I know to wait for permission. I hear a soft whisper “now” so I slowly and softly encircle her lips with the very tip of my tongue. I want to plunge my face in her wetness but I hold back. For the longest time I continue to gently play with the folds and occasionally brush her pulsing clit.

After a month of imprisonment my caged cock has a life of it’s own. There is nothing I can think to will it away, it painfully fills the cage and turns a dark purple. I monitor her hands as they clutch the arms of the chair and listen to her breathing. I will not assault her to take her orgasm I will slowly draw it out. She isn’t forcing it or holding it back she has surrendered to my mouth, lips and probing tongue. Soon signs of her body bracing for the explosion and soon a shutter of her thighs and a deep moan fills the room. As the waves start I start pushing her further and further over the cliff. Wave after wave and then an problem of liquid washes onto my face and into my mouth.

I pull back and return to a soft slow pace to allow her to recover then I create the pace and pressure to match her body. After several waves of orgasms she pushes back my head and I resume my head down eyes closed position as she recovers.

She walks toward our vintage spanking bench we found in an antique shop in London. We paid way too much for it and a fortune to ship it but she fell in love with it’s energy. If it could tell stories I cannot imagine how many members of Parliament had their asses shredded between debates. It was rumored to have come from a local dungeon known for it’s political and wealthy clientele.

I positioned myself on it as she strapped my wrists, arms, thighs and ankles in the well worn leather cuffs. A strap behind my neck held my head down. Another strap covers my lower back protecting my tail bone and kidney area. There was space for my cock cage to hang. It also has a ring to tie my balls tightly downward with a small strap and leather cuff. The bench was designed for access and protection. The exposed parts are back, thighs, soles of the feet, ass, asshole and balls. The places that could be injured are protected so the dominant can swing away with little worry of severe injury.

She reached in a drawer and pulled out a rather large natural looking strap on complete with realistic testicles. She likes the way they swing and slap against my balls as she pounds my ass. First she took a good thirty minutes to probe and touch my body. She has an aggressive style because she rarely does a warm up. Building up so I can float away isn’t her goal she wants me present hanging on for dear life. Immediately she starts with a wooden paddle. Each stroke is followed quickly by another with no pause for me to catch my breath. I catch up eventually but the first fifteen minutes of a session is at all times a true test.

She then moved to our heaviest leather flogger. It has a long handle to swing overhead with two hands like an axe. My body shutters with each thud of the heavy leather. This penetrates deep into my muscles and bones. Finally to give full attention to the nerves on my skin she pulls out the stingy stuff. She picks a long handled thin leather whip. The long handle to gives it more control and velocity. The first blow was centered directly below my protected neck. That spot has nerves that sends an explosion through my brain. The weight of this whip and the velocity make it all sting with very little thud. I actually see flashes of light when she uses it. She continues to work on my upper back while I struggle to survive. This went on and on until she grew bored. She finished with a wooden spoon striking on my tied balls again and again. This was to remind me how vulnerable I was.

Next was an injection of lubricant and gloved fingers probing my ass. My sphincter muscle began to relax to welcome whatever she planned to invade it with. The head of her strap-on pressed against the entrance. Suddenly she thrust it hard into me with a furry of hard poundings. My asshole went into a complete spasm, my whole body clenched and I almost asked for mercy. I groaned then she smiled then pounded my ass even harder. She walked away leaving me in a convulsive mess as she went to the kitchen for another glass of wine. Before she left she whispered in my ear “round one”.

She stayed in the next room and watched a movie with headphones while I recovered from her assault. Then she returned and found me moving about my bondage. She walked around in a pair of high heels tracing the marks on my body with her fingers. She walked to the toy rack and retrieved a thin fiberglass flexible cane and swished the air by my ear. She continued to circle me then felt a sear of sharp pain on my right foot then my left. She continued to strike the soles of my feet until I was coated with sweat.

After a long time she unstrapped me, gave me water and a bathroom break then pointed to her chair. She tied my arms with hemp rope and tied my crossed ankles. I struggled to kneel before her as she again offered herself for more oral worship. Even though my restraints made balancing difficult I was able to draw out several more powerful orgasms.

When she was finished with me she pushed me backwards onto the tile floor. A harness ball gag and blindfold was strapped around my head. She completed the strict hogtie and tied the top ring on the head harness to my feet. She kissed my ball gagged mouth then whispered in my ear that she was gonna bed. She also said “I expect breakfast in the morning” ending with “don’t you dare cut my rope”.

My work was cut out for me, I was to escape from the bondage by morning. It at all times feels impossible at first but with enough time I have at all times figure it out……so far. She leaves nothing loose plus she studies how I escaped each time to make sure I don’t get out that way again.

I tried to discover a comfortable position so I could relax to examine my bondage. I made a mental plan to ease out an elbow or wrist but she had closed off those obvious vulnerabilities. The good thing is she hasn’t taped my hands or locked them in mitts so I still had my fingers. Each failed attempt left me exhausted and covered in sweat. She was only feet away so I needed to be silent.

The hours passed as I struggled in my bondage. My first attempts were based on exploiting a loose knot. After my third real attempt I abandoned this approach because by now they had been hopelessly tightened. My cock came to life as my bondage fetish kicked in. I knew it was hard enough it had cut off circulation and was deep purple and painful until I cleared my mind so it would subside. I lost my sense of time and was becoming desperate. Each attempt ended in sweat and a racing heart beat. My biggest fear was failing her expectations.

This was one of her best hogties so it took almost seven hours to escape. Finally the sweat soaked rope stretched just enough to free a finger then a hand. As soon I was free I checked the time, coiled the rope, wiped down the bench and cleaned the toys. I headed to the hot tub by the pool to soaked in some soothing warmth. A dip in the pool then a shower to clean my body inside and out.

It was only thirty minutes before I needed to begin breakfast so a short catnap on the floor was all I would have. I prepared a lite breakfast of coffee, fruit and her favorite fresh smoothy. She took one look at me and pointed to the floor beside the bed and said “sleep”. I quickly curled up on the cool tile floor and dropped off to sleep.

She let me sleep for several hours before she woke me. I had a few weekend chores to do, for the inside chores I was at all times naked but for the yard work I needed minimal clothing mostly to cover my steel chastity device because it gets hot in the direct Arizona sunlight. I was then sent on a timed bicycle ride with a fitness tracker to watch my progress and a minimum time to complete the circuit. I was flat desert but the sixty mile hot weather ride pushed me to my limits but I finished in time.

Hydration drink to replace electrolytes and an amazing protein and fruit concoction was my usual weekend recovery meal. I was exhausted so she sent me back to the shower and some time in the pool. She walked out to the pool stripped and jumped in. We sat on the pool ledge to connect. Eventually she lifted my chin and looked me in the eye and asked “are ready for round two?” I smiled as she pointed to the shower. She joined me so I washed her body and hair, a very intimate moment.

A few minutes later I was waiting on my knees in front of her chair. She entered the room dressed in a black garter belt, seamed nylons, black stiletto heels, a black waist corset and riding crop. What caught my eye was the swing of giant black strap-on that she was carrying like a weapon. Knowing the state of my abused asshole I think it was on display as more of a threat. What didn’t go unnoticed was the silver key to my chastity device around her neck. She has been known to wear it to create false hope.

I have been trained to live without expectations especially the satisfying of my sexual needs. The sexual forces of a healthy male are hard to physically ignore and mental discipline has limitations. One basic fact the cock never lies. Most of the time my sex drive runs in the background so it is manageable. On the weekends she enjoys bringing it front and center so I know I will be severely tested tonight.

She pointed me to our medical room where I was strapped to a medical table. My feet were pulled up and wide leaving me exposed. Behind her was the edging cart. It was equipped with every cock and ball torture device known to man so I knew the plan for tonight is pain and maybe pleasure. She centered the giant black cock head against my tender un-lubricated asshole. I braced myself then I heard her laughter.

She walked to the head and whispered in my ear “You DO NOT have permission to orgasm.” She then gently pushed soft earplugs into my ear canals, taped my eyes and pulled the leather hood over my head. She laced it forcing the internal gag into my mouth. I lost all communication so her order would stand no matter what will happen.

I felt the key open my cage. She removed the cage then the ring that held my cock head secure by a PA piercing. The base ring was removed and my cock and balls were free for the first time in a month. She washed and inspected the area and shaved a few places I could not access while locked.

She dried the area and allowed me to ponder my fate as she fetched a glass of wine. I felt a clamp bite my nipple then the other. Then my balls were lifted so she could place a very painful clamp on my “taint”. Dozens of tiny plastic clips were placed on every feasible piece of flesh on my ball sack. Metal alligator clamps were used around my asshole and over the hairless mound above and around my cock. A metal sound was pushed deep into my urethra and more tiny clamps were placed on all sides of my cock. So much for being free from my chastity this was intense.

Clamps are a time release sort of pain, they sting and burn then your body settles down and accepts them. They then turn into a ache that builds to an overwhelming point. They can remain on for hours with no permanent damage but you will know they were there for days afterward. The evil part of it is the knowledge that they hurt ten times worse as they are removed. Even if they are removed slowly they hurt but quickly with a crop or all at once they can be traumatic. The mental part is the dread or anticipation.

She is never in a hurry when using clamps so taking long breaks for the clamps to do their damage is ordinary. I was to the point where everything aches. It builds and builds until it is finally too much. Will power is all I had because my body wanted these fucking things off! I then realized I was sexually aroused in the middle of this suffering, remember the cock never lies.

She returned to assess my condition. She rolled up a stool and removed the clips around my asshole except for that one on my taint. She lubricated my asshole with glove covered fingers. She then she stood and pressed the giant head of the black dildo against the opening. I did not withstand at all I welcomed it’s invasion. This time she eased it in slowly so I could feel it depressing my prostate. She pressed it deeper while she ran her fingers along the clamps. Everything came to life as we returned to stinging and burning.

I became lost in the sensations as I felt the create of an orgasm. Her words went though my mind not to orgasm so I began focusing on holding back. We both realized my situation so it was game on. I began to control my breathing and thoughts, she continued a slow rhythmic thrust. If it’s a penis sensation it makes sense but pegging orgasms are very confusing. They create in your whole body not just in my groin. It was all I could do to hold it back but somehow I did but I suspect she had had the upper hand. Secretly we both knew I had lost.

She withdrew her weapon and dropped it on the floor. One by one she removed the clamps ending with that monster on my taint. I had forgotten about the sound until it was removed. I was cleaned then relocked. My bondage was removed and I was given a chance to clean the toys and table. She was waiting in the hot tub with a glass of wine for me. We looked at the stars and checked in but never mentioned our session.

We swam for a while then showered off and headed for bed. I pulled my leather bag from under the bed and attached it to the headboard. She straddled my face for a quick orgasm that covered my face and nose with her wetness. She installed ear plugs, eye tape and the leather hood with internal gag. Then strapped me in for the night with my chastity cage on full display on the outside.

We only had one more day but I’m sure she has plenty of new ideas to try. A little later I felt her crawl in beside me. She likes to spoon my bag with one hand on my chastity device as she drops off to sleep.

I lay there in silent darkness and ponder my day. This woman beside me makes everything worthwhile. I feel strong and powerful as I surrender to her control and testing. She uses her energy to give that precious gift to me. Then I drop off to dream world again waiting for her morning smile.

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