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From Married to Dominated

by Mary's Maiden

  

  

  

 

It was a Saturday morning, I was out in the front yard of our home taking care of some lawn mowing & trimming when Mary, my wonderful wife of ten years, came outside on her way to run some errands. I stopped what I was doing as she gave me a kiss and told me that she would be back in a couple of hours, she had several stops to make on her rounds. As she left, I stood there and watched her walk to the car, admiring her backside just a bit. She was wearing some tight blue jeans and a white top accented by a black leather belt and black leather boots. Mary is a good-looking woman, a tall brunette, 5'8" with flowing hair to her shoulders. She has a delightful figure, 36C-24-36. I absolutely love her nipples, small dark aureolas with protruding nipples that often make appearances depending on what she is wearing. She is also very intelligent and quite the hard charger career wise.

 

After she got on her way, driving down the street, I went into the house to get something to drink and to use the restroom before finishing my outside chores. I got some iced tea and went to piss. Walking back down the hall, as I passed the study, I heard our computer's send out a ding due to an incoming e-mail. I was curious so I sat down to see what it was and enjoy my tea. The incoming e-mail was just some junk mail, so I deleted it. At this point I probably should have just gotten up and finished the yard work, but I didn't. Mary was gone, out for a few hours at least, I surmised, so I took advantage of the time to access a few porn web sites and some of my favorite porn photos, a hidden past-time of mine about which Mary did not know.

 

I had never confided my kinks to my wife out of fear of rejection or worse, but I enjoyed masturbating to fantasies and internet porn on the subject of dominant women. Of course I did this without her knowledge when she was out of the house. I had several web sites that I frequented, all depicting beautiful women dominating men, female dominant domestic discipline, females spanking males, a few cuckold sites, and more. I also had hundreds of favorite pictures that I had saved on a couple of CD's that I returned to view regularly for my masturbation activities.

 

It wasn't long after sitting down to view the incoming e-mail that I had navigated to a female dominant site and located a series of pictures of a beautiful dominant Mistress whipping her submissive male while he was securely bound and gagged.

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The series was quite erotic and I pushed my shorts down to get to my stiffening cock. I masturbated to thoughts of the Mistress in the photos being my Mary and myself being on the receiving end of the whip's lashes. I stroked myself to a full erection and was stimulating my cock with quick, firm motions, building to the inevitable. Then, just as I was reaching my peak, just as that last moan escaped from my mouth, just as I began shooting my semen all over the chair mat on the floor, my wife walked into the study.

 

I looked at my wife, then back down at my erupting cock, then up at the computer screen and I froze, I was busted and didn't know what to do next. Mary walked over to the desk and viewed the picture on the screen then looked down at my still hard cock and the mess I had made on the chair mat. She stared at the computer screen for a few moments then turned to me and said, "Well, are you going to clean that up or what?"

 

That spurred me into motion and, without saying anything, I got up to get a towel from the hallway linen cabinet, pulling my shorts up as I went.

 

When I returned, Mary was sitting at the computer looking at the website, viewing the various photo sets and reading some of the commentary. She didn't say anything, just continuing her review as I bent down and cleaned my cum from the chair mat. When I was done she simply stated, "You must enjoy these photos, they seem to have been quite effective."

 

I softly replied that the fantasies that came to mind aroused me when I viewed the pictures. She looked at me for a moment and then asked, "Why didn't you ever tell me about this?"

 

I just told her that I was afraid she wouldn't understand. With that, she turned back to the computer and began navigating through several web sites that were still stored in the history file. As she moved from one photo set to another, she asked me what I liked about them, wanting me to explain the attraction. I stood next to her as she sat & viewed the sites for quite some time. After a bit I began to get aroused again, my cock becoming erect in my shorts. I was embarrassed and tried to shift myself and cover my growing bulge with my T-shirt. Mary saw what I was doing, reaching over, she pulled my T-shirt up, exposing the evidence of my stiffening erection. She surprised me by pulling my shorts down and allowing my semi-hard cock to pop out. "This does excite you doesn't it?"

 

I told her that it did and that I was sorry that they so visibly aroused me. She wanted to know if there was more, did I have any favorites, and I told her that I had some stored on CD. She told me to show her and I got the disk, popping it into the computer drive. I tried to pull my shorts back up, but Mary told me to leave them down, which just made me become more aroused, stiffer. Mary then got to view some of my most erotic fantasies first hand; a male that was being spanked by his wife for domestic discipline, a man that was bound, gagged, plugged, and being milked, a cuckold that was fluffing his wife's well-endowed lover, a muscled black bull, and a male on his knees giving oral service to his Mistress' freshly spunked pussy.

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After several hours of embarrassment and interrogation by my wife she turned to me and told me to go outside and finish the yard work, then to shower. I left the study and went to do as she said while she stayed behind viewing the photos & stories that I had saved. When I finished the chores outside, I returned to shower and she was still in the study, steadfastly delving into the files I had shown her. The shower was running and I was about to get in when Mary entered the bathroom and told me that she wanted to me come to the kitchen when I was done cleaning up.

 

All kinds of scenarios were running through my mind as I showered, most of them bad, but I did as she asked and came to the kitchen after I was done in the bathroom. She was sitting at the table and there were a dozen or so copies of various photos spread out on display. I sat down with her and she asked me if I was simply aroused by these fantasies or whether I wanted to experience these first hand. I figured that I had nothing to lose at this point and I told her that I loved her and that it had always been a hidden fantasy for her, my wife, to be my dominant Mistress. "Really," she said, "we will see."

 

"Take off your clothes Greg, and stand so that I can see you."

 

I hesitated.

 

"I told you to take off your clothes," she said again, looking at me with a cocked eyebrow.

 

I did as she told me, stripping naked before her. She proceeded to show me each photo that she had printed, asking me if I wanted this. I told her that I wanted to be the submissive male with the reddened butt cheeks, that I was aroused by the images of the women in sexy, dominant clothing.

 

"You want me to dominate you, is that it?"

 

I quietly replied that I did. My cock wasn't so quiet though.

 

Just as earlier, the situation excited me and my cock began coming erect. At first I covered myself with my hands, but Mary moved them away. As she showed me copies of the ones with the Mistress and her black bull lover, the ones with the male fluffer and with the Mistress being serviced by her bull my cock became fully erect, displaying my true feelings about the subject. She pushed a rather stunning photo of a naked man being spanked with a hairbrush by his fully clothed wife in their bedroom. The next photos were of him, with flaming red butt cheeks, kneeling behind his wife. She had lifted her skirt and he was kissing & licking her ass. I recognized most of these photos as ones from my collection on the CD.

 

Mary stood up from the table and approached me. She kissed me, which was a surprise, and told me that she loved me and that she was glad that I had been honest with her today. Then she took a step backwards, looked me straight in the eyes and asked me if I was absolutely sure that this is what I wanted. I told her that it was, that I hoped she understood, and that I wanted always to be with her as my wife and Mistress. She took in what I said, looking me up & down, from my face to my hard cock. "Bend over and put your hands on the table Greg."

 

I did as she said as I watched her slowly unbuckle the black leather belt that she was wearing. My heart skipped a beat. As she pulled it out of her belt loops she told me that she was disappointed that I hadn't shared this desire of mine with her earlier, that I hadn't been completely open & honest with her. She also expressed that she was disappointed with me masturbating while she was out of the house and cumming on the chair mat. She doubled the belt over and pulled it taut in her hands.

 

"Are you completely sure about this Greg?" she repeated.

 

Stuttering a bit I replied, "Yes, I am, I would love for us to explore this together."

 

"Very well, remember this, you wanted it, now yo're going to get it. Down to your elbows, spread your legs farther apart for me," she instructed.

 

"I love you Mary."

 

"Tell me that after I'm done."

 

With that, she walked to the side and positioned herself, I could feel her hand on my hip and I sensed the movement. My mind was reeling, I couldn't think, but my cock was thinking for me, throbbing, stiff. I felt the first swat of her belt on my ass. My eyes widened, it was more painful than I imagined.

 

"Ten for not telling me about your dirty little fantasies, for hiding them from me. Ten more for masturbating this morning while I was out of the house. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes, Mary, I understand. I'm sorry for not telling you."

 

The second was harder and I jumped instinctively. I counted twenty before she stopped, my ass aflame, my heart beating quickly, my breath coming in short gasps, and my love for my wife being so much more that it had ever been.

 

She sat back down, looking at me, then pushed a photo toward me as I stood there. It was a photo of a male that had been disciplined, similarly to what I had just experienced for the first time. His cheeks were red, as were mine, and his Mistress was watching him as he masturbated there in front of her.

 

"Stroke yourself."

 

I started to masturbate, rubbing my cock.

 

"We have much to do starting tomorrow, Greg. Your new role in our marriage begins. You're going to get what you've asked for."

 

  

  

  

  

 

  

From Married to Dominated, part 2

  

  

  

 

I received my first punishment from my wife, Mary, Saturday. She had stripped her black leather belt off and proceeded to apply twenty strokes to my bare ass as I was bent over the kitchen table. It hurt physically, it was an embarrassing moment, and it was also the most fulfilling act that I had ever experienced with my wife.

 

Mary was always a take charge kind of woman, especially when it came to her career. She knew how to manage situations and was not skittish about giving directions to others. This Sunday morning we went out for breakfast, a sort of habit we had on weekends. At the restaurant, I noticed that Mary's blouse was uncustomarily more open than usual, she had left an extra button undone. I was thrilled at the sight, especially when she noticed I was looking at her. Once we returned home from the restaurant Mary asked me to come into the living room with her. I followed her there and sat on the couch with her as she began to address me.

 

"First things first Greg, if you're serious about your desires, then you should be off the couch and kneeling on the floor while we talk, don't you think?"

 

Meekly, saying nothing, I slid off the couch and kneeled on the carpet, just off to the side of her. Hearing those words was odd and it was even odder for me to have simply done it, but I was kneeling on the floor in front of my wife, my Mistress - at least I hoped!

 

"Before I put a lot of time & effort into this, I want to know if this is truly what you want Greg? Have you really thought about this? Do you understand what will happen, where this is going to end up?"

 

"Mary, allow me to explain a little. Yes, I do fully understand and I'm sorry for not talking to you about this before, I should have I know. But, I really do want you to be my Mistress, I truly want you to be the best cared for wife there can be. I want you to be happy & satisfied. I am completely prepared for everything that this entails, even if it's things that I haven't even thought of yet."

 

"Can I ask if you think that being my Mistress will make you happy?"

 

I could see her thinking, I hoped not hesitating, but thinking of how she was going to respond. I was not disappointed. Mary adjusted her seat on the couch, crossed her legs, and looked down at my kneeling form.

 

"Greg, I learned a lot about you yesterday and I would have to say that it certainly fits with your personality. Nevertheless, I also learned a little about myself as well. I would have to say that what I learned is something that I am eager to explore, so, yes, I am happy about this, probably happier than you would have imagined actually. I am going to beat your ass again today, I hope you know that. In fact, why don't you take your clothes off now."

 

At first I was shocked to hear her say that, but I was also pleased that this was going as it was. That was my Mary, taking charge of the situation. I knew she wasn't asking me to take off my clothes, so I quickly got to stripping them off. At least I was pleased until I heard what she said next.

 

"You will address me as Mistress from now on when we are in private, not Mary, and you will say Yes, Ma'am and No, Ma'am at all times, even when we are in public. Do you agree?"

 

"Yes," I replied.

 

"Just a yes."

 

"Yes, Mistress, yes Ma'am."

 

"That's better. You should understand that once I set the rules for you, you will obey them. This may be more than you expected Greg."

 

"No, Mistress, I understand, really, I do."

 

She then told me that my first assignment, from her as my Mistress, was going to be simple. I was to go into the bathroom and remove all of my pubic hair. She told me to come find her when I was done. So, I got up and went into the bathroom, noticing that she was smiling broadly as I walked out of the living room. When I finished, first trimming and then shaving, all of my pubic hair, I wrapped myself in a towel and went looking for Mary. I found her in the kitchen, at the table, looking through the various photos she had printed yesterday. She instructed me to drop the towel, which I did immediately. She kept leafing through the photos, leaving me standing. After a bit she looked up and reached out with her hand to inspect my work. Her touch wasn't fondling as much as it was matter of fact, lifting my penis, pulling my balls to one side then the other. She commanded that I turn around and bend over, to present my backside to her. She then rubbed my ass cheeks, pulled them apart slightly as well. I heard her shuffling some paper behind me.

 

"There's too much hair on your ass Greg," she stated in a stoic, matter-of-fact tone. When I say pubic hair, I mean the hair around your asshole as well. You will get some hair remover and take care of that later today."

 

I hadn't noticed it when I first came into the kitchen, but her belt, the black leather one with a silver buckle, was draped over the back of the chair next to her. She reached over to take hold of it. "This must do until we get some proper equipment."

 

"Position, just like yesterday," she said in that tone, "you should get familiar with that command Greg." Not wanting to fuss or argue, I stepped up to the table and bent over. She continued, "I should have whipped you harder yesterday, I should still be able to see traces on your ass today."

 

Rising from her chair, she walked around behind me purposefully. "Spread your legs Greg," she commanded as she pushed her foot toward each of my ankles, nudging my legs apart.

 

I felt her breath on me as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear. Reaching her hand underneath me to grip my cock she seductively whispered, "I'm going to give you a treat today Sweetie, since you're so good with a razor." Stroking my semierect cock she continued, "I am going to let you shave me too, after we're done here in the kitchen." She leaned forward a bit farther, pressing her covered breasts into my bare back, and clutched a piece of paper in her hand, moving it up in front of my face. I saw that she had prepared a list, quite a long one. Stepping back, she told me to read the list. I barely got the first item out of my mouth when I felt the first swat of her belt and it stung. As I read each item; collar, leash, pink panties, ball gag, cock cage...., she brought her belt to bear. "That's your shopping list Greg. You should work on picking up all of those items in the next couple of weeks." After she stopped whipping my ass, she told me to follow her to the bathroom. As I walked behind her, down the hall, I watched her hips sway, so sexy.

 

When we entered the bathroom, she began to undress, taking off her heels, slacks, and panties. As she unbuttoned her blouse she looked at me, smiling, she told me that I looked much better with a red ass. I turned to look in the mirror and for the first time I saw myself as the whipped submissive husband of my beautiful wife.

 

She sat down on the toilet seat, lifting her right foot up to the edge of the tub, spreading her legs and exposing her crotch. "Here, Greg, shave me clean, and be careful." She sat back, her bra still on, blouse open, falling off to her sides, her cunt was flushed, lips slightly parted. She looked simply awesome. Her pubic hair was always trimmed, so I just needed to shave her. As I applied some shaving lotion and began to stroke the razor over her skin she taunted me. "Cuckold, I am beginning to like that idea quite a lot. You realize that I will be sleeping with other men, letting them fuck me. It's going to be a lot more than just photos."

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"Yes, I realize that Mistress."

 

As I finished shaving her and wiping away the excess lotion she told me to take a good look at her pussy. She reached her hands down into her crotch, feeling it's smoothness and then spreading her labia widely, exposing her inner sanctum. "Kiss it, cuck, kiss my pussy." I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her spread labia. I must have lingered to long as she pushed my head back. "That is enough. Stroke your cock for me Greg. Make yourself cum."

 

Kneeling on the bathroom floor, in front of my wife, my Mistress, I masturbated, stroking my cock as I looked upon her freshly shaven cunt. With my throbbing ass cheeks, my newly discovered status as cuckold, and the vision of my wife before me, I came quickly, shooting my load over the toilet and out on the floor. Mary smiled as I came, then abruptly stood and walked out of the bathroom.

 

Turning back, "You know to clean that up. I also want you to schedule a week off work," she instructed. "Tell me when you find out the dates you can take off. We have some things to do."

 

  

  

My week off work is coming the first of November. Now I can only imagine.

 

  

  

  

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