My Most Taboo Fantasy Story

Part One
He lay his head on her thigh as she caressed his head and cheek. His labored pants now slowed to deeper controlled breaths as his tears dried in place on his beared cheek.

“Shhh, my sweet slave. You took your punishment well, I’m proud of you.” She spoke softly and sweetly pulling the ball gag from my mouth, a welcomed change from her angered tone just moments ago.

“Now, you won’t leave the bag open again will, my pet?” She asked him in a soft tone.

“No ma’am.” The words came in a loud whisper, but his heartfelt sincerity was clear.

“You will make sure the bag is properly sealed before you place it back in the fridge, won’t you?”, she asked again still sweet, still soft and running her finger around his ear and through his hair comforting him with her tenderness and care.

“Yes, ma’am.” Still breathing heavy.

“Good boy. I punish you because I know you are capable of better, capable of MY standards. Now thank me for your correction, pet” She grabbed a handful of his hair and gently and firmly clenched it in her grip as her breathy words crossed her lips and slipped into his ear like a soft warm wind.

His breath now more controlled, “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for loving me enough to correct me, my beloved lady Ravensmith.”

“You are very welcome, slave.” He could hear the smile on her face in her words and felt pleasure and contentment knowing he had pleased her by recognizing his error and accepting his punishment.

This was a welcomed change, all be it a bewildering one in his mind. Since their second date she knew he was a sexual freak and longed to be dominated by her. He had been very open about his submissive sexual nature and sexual proclivities, but she had expressed very little interest in sex in general to flat out denying any interest in being sexually dominant. But, the more she learned about the dominant submissive dynamic and the concept of the female lead relationship and what those ideas truly meant beyond the whips and chains the more she started to realize she was in fact a dominant personality and they were in fact in female lead relationship.

She told him how to dress, what he could eat, what he could spend his money on and what he was allowed to do in his free time when she allowed it to him. She would allow him input and suggests but she had realized these were all just guessing games, hoops for her trained pet boy to jump through until he chose the right options… her options. Over the course of their relationship she had started to recognize her dominance over him and his joy in his submission to her. Making her happy truly made him happy, and incredibly aroused.

But, it was this final small thing that made her change her mind about all of it. This final proverbial straw, that brought out this queens wrath upon her slave.

It was the third, and final time, as far as she was concerned, this week he had left the bag of shredded cheese open in the fridge. ‘Why was this so hard for him?’ she thought. ‘It’s a simple ziplock bag, plus does he not realize that germs are a thing?!!!’

She looked at him sitting there at the kitchen counter in his silly Stitch robe like a clueless teenager, just sipping his coffee and reading the news on his phone, completely oblivious to his crime and the well deserved punishment about to be exacted upon him.

She slammed the fridge door shut and stomped up stairs. He looked up from his phone in shock at the commotion. She came back down again with the paddle in her hand, the new ball gag I had bought, and four long Velcro strips. She walked with force and stood behind the corner piece of the couch. She then stomped on the floor, snapped her fingers and point at the floor in front of her.

He sat there bewildered as to what was happening. The look in her eyes meant business and when she stomped and snapped again he jumped up and landed where she had pointed. She grabbed the scruff of his beard and pulled him close to her face.

“Strip! I am so mad at you I can barely speak.” She roared at him.

There was no hint of play in her voice just extreme irritation. He said nothing as he dropped his robe and his underwear immediately leaving just his naked body and caged cock exposed to her. She grabbed ahold of his beard and pulled him into position until he was facing the back of the couch and then she pushed him forward over it, leaving his bare ass exposed in the air.

With him now bent over the couch she commanded him to stay put. He complied, of course he knew what was about to happened, but was clueless as to the depths it ultimately would go.

With her hand on the small of his back she kicked his inner ankles slightly with the tip of her krocks.

“Spread your legs, slave.” Her tone still annoyed she grabbed his ankle one by one strapping them to them legs of the couch.

She then moved around to the front and again restrained his wrists in a similar fashion.

She grabbed a handful of his thick brown hair and looked him in the eyes as she spoke, “I am sick and tired of having to remind you to close the cheese bag. I’m tired of telling you to remove your shoes at the door when you come in.”

“Babe, for real, I’m sorry…mmmmm”, he attempted an apology but they were long past that.

She pull a ball gag from her pocket and shoved it in his mouth as she continued her lecture.

“And oh my god, I so did not give you permission to speak, slave….And I am really tired of having to remind you to turn on the fan in the bathroom when you shit and shower. So today we are going to correct these bad behaviors, because I know you are perfectly capable to doing these thing, but you are simply being lazy and careless. And I will NOT tolerate a lazy and careless slave!”

And with that final word she released her grip and stormed her way back behind the couch and made her first three strikes.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, went the leather paddle against his bare ass!

She was unprepared for how unbelievably satisfying the crack of that leather paddle was. And he was unprepared for how much it stung. The message was clear though, this was not a game, nor was it sexual in any way. No, this was punishment and an atonement.

‘You are being, really and truly punished by your dominant wife’, he thought.

And as arousing as the idea had been to him before the reality was far different. The sting was painful but deserved. He knew she was right. He was being careless, unthinking and lazy in his responsibilities to his beloved owner and he must make it right by taking his rightful punishment and doing better going forward.

With the first three strikes down she paused to lecture her slave again. “Things are going to change around here for both of us! Your failures are going to have consequences.”

Thwack, thwack, thwack, went the paddle again against his ass. He clenched his cheeks and his teeth, grunting and groaning at the pain trying his best to move out of the way only to realize those simple Velcro straps were not going to give. The realization that there was no escape rose to the forefront of his mind as the welts on his rosy red ass began to raise in kind.

She was surprised at the satisfaction she was getting out of this, who knew spanking your husband could be so cathartic. Just he was surprise the first time he got spanked all those years ago. It was a sudden and unexpected release of so many hidden tensions and complicated emotions between them both that they both had not realized they were holding on to, the lacking of their presence and weight being the only proof of that they were ever really there to begin with.

“You’re going to get your wish, slave. I am going to keep you caged going forward and no more orgasms for you unless I give you permission. You wanted to wear that cage for me well that is exactly what you are going to get. We will talk about getting you pierced too, so you can’t cheat. Oh yes, things are about to be very different for us both, slave.”

Thwack, thwack, thwack! She was really feeling it now. She could feel her scalp tingling as she held the paddle against his beaten rum. The cold leather seemed to sting even just resting against his warmed over flesh.

“Mmmmmmm”, she moaned as she watched his ass shudder and twitch under her caress, as her anger and frustration with him veered into arousal and devious delight at her helpless pray.

Thwack, thwack, thwack! The paddle went again.
She laughed as he yelped, squirmed and bucked against his restraints, helpless to escape her wrath.

“Do you think you have been sufficiently disciplined to remember to close the cheese bag before you place it back in the fridge, my slave?” Her tone now softened.

Through heavy pants and tear glistened cheeks, he nodded frantically, accompanied by several muffled mmm-hmm’s

“Good, slave.” He breathed a sigh of relief thinking his ordeal was now over.

“Now, there is the little matter of your braking of protocol.” She could hear his quick inhale, and smiled with delight at his dismay.

She couldn’t help herself, she knew he thought it was over, but poor boy just didn’t know how long his list of infractions actually was and crimes must be punished.

“Oh, did you think your correction session was over? Oh sorry, babe but you have been a very bad boy and are in need of a bit more correction before I can, let – you – go.” She rubbed his burning cheeks with the paddle as she spoke in sweet and taunting manner tapping out her last three words on his sore bottom.

“Now, when I snap my fingers and point, and it does not matter where we are, slave. You and kneel before me, ready for my instructions. If we are home you are to strip if you are not already naked. Fold your cloths neatly beside you. Not the second time I do it, but the first time. And you will not stand, but kneel before me. You are my submissive, not my equal. Is that clear, slave?”

“Mmmmm hmmm”. He panted out his grunt through his nodding head a ball gagged mouth before she released her final barrage of blows to his tender bum soliciting a cry of pain which he masterfully stifled.

She was merciless. 12 more unforgiving blows to his already well tanned hide she had already given him, before coming around to the other side of the couch, and sitting between his still restrained wrists. She cradled his head on her thigh resting his tear soaked cheek there and leaving a damp spot on her scrubs.

“Shhh, my good boy. It’s over now.” And in that moment he had never felt closer to her.

Part Two

Dear diary, in keeping with my goddesses instructions here is another entry in my slaves journal. A few months have passed now since that first spanking and as she promised things have indeed changed and we have never been happier.

She no longer allows me to sit on the furniture unless given expressed permission. She said, “pets don’t belong on the couch.”

And when she made it clear that she was 100% serious by giving me another spanking when she caught sitting on the couch afterwork one day…oh man, I was crying tears of pain and joy and I thought my cock was going to break the cage. I love how she has demoted my status in our home to her pet husband and slave. We ordered floor pillows together for me to sit on instead and a nice dog bed for me to sleep on. And they are both surprisingly comfortable.

I am only allowed to sleep in her bed if given permission to do so. Most of the time she lets me cuddle with her for a bit but sends me to my dog bed just before she falls asleep. When she wants to have sex she allows me to take the cage off, but I must immediately clean myself for her. And I have to cage back up after she is done with me. That and my daily cleaning and inspections are the only times she lets me out now.

24/7 chastity has been harder than I thought but it has been equally rewarding as well. My sex drive was always high but she had managed to push me further than I thought possible. I am not allowed to cum unless she lets me which lately has not been much at all. My mind is consumed by her and making her happy. I die for her smile and her laughter every day.

In lieu of orgasms she has shown a new interest in my ass or more specifically my prostate, which has been a delightful exploration together. She seems to enjoy playing with my cock as she fingers my ass and massages my prostate. And when those clear pearls of percum appear she scoops them up with her thumb and has me suck it off. It won’t be long before she can make me ejaculate without an orgasm. I wonder if she will make me eat my entire load?…. I kind of hope she does, lol.

The whole thing is such an erotic experience even now I’m weak kneed and throbbing in my cage thinking about it. She is learning how to milk me and she has been using butt plugs on me to “open me up and get me ready for her big black cock”, as she says.

I remember hearing those words from her mouth, it sent delightful chills down my spine and into my neathers and I began leaking immediately in my cage.

Though we haven’t had sex in about three weeks now maybe a bit less, she lets me go down on her and licker her ass nearly everyday which is wonderful. I can’t get enough of her scent and flavor. Seriously, when she prevents me from kissing her perfect cheeks I am so disappointed, really darkens my day.

Anyway hmm let’s see what else….Oh yeah, I am no longer allowed to eat at the table. She ordered a few monogrammed dog bowls with my name on them all and surprised me for my birthday with them. She got me a large fox tailed butt plug as well and shoved it up my ass. I ate my cake on all fours while she sat on my back, holding my leash and playing with my tail. Best birthday EVER! lol

We still eat together but I just have to eat on the floor at her feet now, which I really enjoy. Sometimes she gives me a special treat and puts her foot in my food and allows me to lick it clean. I truly enjoy how she reinforces my submission to her in this manner.

We still joke and laugh and interact as normal couples do, but for us there are now just certain protocols here and there that we observe in our private life together.

For in stance my day starts at 4am every morning regardless of it I have to work or not. At which point I am to wakeup and unload the dishwasher and reload it with any remaining dishes left from the night before. The sink should be empty and spotless before my goddess comes downstairs.

After that I am to prepare my owners lunch which consist of

1 sparkling water
1 regular water
1 protein shake
2 snack cheeses
1 bag of chips if available
1 packet of peanut butter
1 complementing snack
Fruit option such as grapes or honey dew Mellon
And main ontray which will either be left overs from the night before or a meal prepared the night before at her command.

If no ontray is available then I will bring her a meal of her choosing to work.

With her lunch prepared I am to return to our room and lay with goddess until her final alarms go off at which point I start her shower and start her car for her.

I am then to prepare her morning tea and bring it to her in the bathroom and place it on the counter, unless otherwise directed.

I am to then take my place and kneel on the floor and give proper love a adoration to her ass while she brushes her teeth and prepares her skin. If she denies me the privilege of praising her ass I am to kneel on my floor pillow out of the way and keep her company as I patiently await her next instructions or until she is ready to go downstairs. At which point I will accompany and assist her to her car.

I am then given permission to prepare myself for work. Once I come home from work and if I have not been given special instructions I am to remove all clothing items as I am no longer allowed to wear cloths in our house. I am then to clean myself inside and out and shower and groom myself to her specifications. I am then to put in a butt plug of her choosing, and if one has not been chosen I am too select one. Next, I am to put on my slave collar and leash and begin my afternoon chores and meal prep.

Approximately 20mins before she arrives home I am to begin cooking dinner so it will be ready for her just after she gets home and out of her work cloths.

When she arrives I am to be on my knees waiting at the door to greet my goddess and ready to take her bags for her.

Once she is home she will instruct me as to what her immediate needs and wants are as the situation can vary too greatly for a set protocol.

Then there are the spankings. I love getting spanked but not so much being punished. It’s funny how this can be both a boon and punishment depending on the context. When they are play they are awesome!!!! When I am being punished they are still awesome but in a very different way, I feel better after. I feel more connected to her. I feel loved by her. Why else would she bother?

She seems to really enjoy both now too, her earlier hesitation has evaporated and she has a new enthusiasm for it and a new confidence that she wears so naturally. She is truly a goddess amongst women and I am a lucky slave and pet to be owned by her🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤤🥰🤤🥰🤤🥰🤤🥰🤤🥰🤤🥰🤤🥰

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Dear diary, it’s now been six months since that first spanking. A little over three months since then we decided took my chastity to a whole new level. She and I had talked about it before but she was against the idea of having my cock pireced she said it was a sanitation issue and didn’t want a pierced cock inside her, which I get. But the idea was hot to me nonetheless.

After further discussion and a few internet searches and blogs, we came upon the idea of getting a realistic cast of my cock and make a strapon out of it. She loved my cock as it was a great size, and fit her just right, and she didn’t want to lose access to it. With this it was my cock and this new version would never cum too soon, never get soft, always be ready and it would also be great for birth control and she could get off the pills. Plus it was cheaper and safer and 100% guarantee not to grow back vs getting a vasectomy.

Needless to say she liked the idea. So we got several dildos made from the cast of my cock and that was that. She had my real cock pierced and locked it up, so now I can’t remove the cage at all unless she gives me the key, which she said was never going to happen unless it was a medical emergency. She enjoys having me sexually frustrated and denied, and frankly so do I, lol.

Instead she leaves the where I can see it at all times. Be it on her wrist or her necklace or an anklet. It is there as a constant reminder that I am her owned property and I am never getting out of this cage again, and if I want any kind of sexual stimulation I have to be her good boy, and I love her more than ever for it!!!

She only allows me to give her oral pleasure or fuck her with the strap on made from the cast of my cock. It is a total mind fuck to see my wife sucking my hard cock, to see my cock fucking my wife, but feeling nothing but the tight unforgiving steel bars of my chastity cage. My mind whurrles in blissful frustration and confusing lust. I want to cum so badly my balls actually ache but I know the second I do all of it stops and god help me I don’t want it to.

And the way she talks to me while I am fucking her knowing full well I can’t feel a thing but the unforgiving grip of the steel bars, burning lust for her and jealousy of my own rubber cock getting to feel her sugar walls against it’s shaft. This is a delicious torture!!!

“Mmm, slave your cock feels amazing in my pussy. I bet you wish you could feel my pussy gripping you again don’t you? But, you are locked up nice and tight where you belong my little beta boy. Mmm, yes good boy, now fuck me from behind. And pull my hair a bit. Mmmm, fuck yes, just like that. God, this is soo much better than your real dick, babe. I’m so glad we decided to lock you up permanently, hahaha. Now I’m definitely never letting you out, hahaha.” Her laughter and teasing just made my confined cock even harder, and I’m pretty sure she broke my brain that first night as I was leaking and drooling everywhere as I continued to fuck her like a horny dog for several hours.

She must have cum at least 10 times that night as she passed out hard snoring and drooling, before I could even get the strapon off.

She has made love to me several times now with my own cock, the ultimate domination and mind fuck and I love it, lol. That feeling being laid bare in front of her, my legs pushed back. My ass exposed as she looks me in the eyes and presses the head my own cock inside me. Penetrating me as her submissive slave.

The way she looks at me, like, ‘I’m gonna make you my personal cock slave and I am going to fuck the cum right out you, slut. I am going to make you beg for my cock.’

The feeling of her hand on my throat as she began to fuck me. The sound of the bells on my chastity cage tingling with her every thrust that matches the swelling pulse of my cock in its cage as she pounds my prostate. Oh god I am going to cum just from getting fucked in the ass if she keeps doing this to me. She could push me over the edge with just the right phrase I bet, lol.

I wish had the capacity to put the layers of feelings and sensations of being dominated by the woman you love and in such a personal manner on paper. The feeling of being totally exposed and used by her and then made to clean her up and thank her for the experience after, the human language simply cannot…

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Dear diary, I really fucked up last week and she humiliated me for it and right fully so.

We went to dinner with some old friends of mine and I pushed things too far of course… I had too much to drink and I embarrassed her and myself. When we got home she didn’t even say a word to me. It was all hand commands and snaps. The next morning she was already up. Which was not good for me. I went downstairs and began making her tea and breakfast and she just sat in silence on the couch looking at her phone and a white box sat on the coffee table in front of her.

I poured her tea and I brought it to her. I then recognized the box. I had seen it earlier about a month ago. The logo stuck with me, mostly because of what she said when I asked her what it was.

“Something for you”, she had said.

“Oh, what is it?” I of course asked.

“Be a good boy and you will never have to find out.” She smiled sweetly and kissed me on the cheek and it left me puzzled.

And now here it sat.

“You embarrassed me last night.” She said in a stern tone and putting her phone down.

I was stunned and didn’t know how to respond so I knelt and before her and apologized and readied myself for a spanking.

“Stand up. Take this box upstairs and put on what is inside and come down and be ready to take my instructions. I have work for you to do.” Her eyes made contact with mine and did not leave them until I had retreated upstairs box in hand.

She was clearly pissed at me that much I got. I opened the box and inside was a shinny black pvc sissy maids dress. Complete with little bows, wrist cuffs and bells.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, what was happening. She couldn’t be serious could she?

“Oh yes, I am 100% serious, now put it on and get your ass downstairs, Mr.” Her voice startled me from behind.

‘My god, she’s in my head…’, I thought.

“And yes, I am in your head…” she looked at me with thy wide eyes.

She had followed me upstairs but I had not noticed. She was holding her phone and recording my reaction to the maids dress and reveling in my disbelief and shock. She then left me to put it on. I sat on the bed for a moment pondering what I was holding. And then I heard her again, “Get moving, slave!”

I did as instructed and put on the dress and cuffs. And made my way down stairs bells jingling all the way. As I turned the corner of the bannister there she was recording me. And laughing her ass off. I don’t think I have ever seen her laughing so hard in my life to honest. I was of course embarrassed and red faced but seeing her so deliriously happy like that made it well worth it.

She ordered me to come present myself for her inspection and I complied. I stood in front of her as she poked, prodded and teased me about how ridiculous and cute I looked.

“Awe poor boy, you look so embarrassed hahaha what’s the matter? Do you not like your new dress? Hahaha”. It was then she noticed my cage.

“Oh! What is this, slave?” Taking two fingers she pressed down on my caged cock and laughed as it sprung back into place with a force. My cock had betrayed me and given away my secrets.

I was hard as a rock in my steel confines and dripping from my cage and embarrassed beyond belief.

“It looks like you are enjoying this more you let on. Hahahah. Why you are you so hard in that cage of yours, do you like to cross dress or maybe you secretly want to be a girl? Or could it be that you just like the humiliation of it, slave? Tell me the truth, now.” She said to him smiling devilishly.

“Ye-yes, ma’am.” Was all I could manage, she had me dead to rights.

“Oh, good boy! Now we are getting somewhere. Tell me more about this humiliation fetish of yours, my slave”. She leaned in, her laughter now ceasing, but not the smile on her face or the recording on her phone.

“The fact is, yes, I do get off on it, goddess. Being humiliated and degraded by you in a sweet manner. Embarrassing, yes, but there it is. Being called names like faggot and bitch, in the proper context turns me on, and can send me over the edge if I am close. That’s why I wore panties when we met. It’s not that I want to be a woman or want to cross dress. I just get off on the humiliation of it, ok?!…” As those words left my lips I could not believe what I had just told my wife. The truth….

I was mortified and terrified. What was she going to say, what was she going to do? My mind raced in the silence that hung in the air between us as the look on her face gave no indication as to what was on her mind. She has one hell of a poker face, that one.

She said nothing as she reached up and grabbed my cock and balls at the base. She gripped me firmly but not hard while looking me in the eyes.

“You are a beautiful and loving man.” She said.

There was nothing not single stirring in my cock.

“You are my slut and my pet faggot.” she said.

I inhaled a bit as she spoke. And my cock pulsed in her grip.

“You are sexy and strong”, she spoke again.

Again nothing.

“ I own you and I’m going to make you my pet faggot whore.” She spoke in an aggressively sexual manner.

I’m sure she felt the pulsing in my cock as those dirty phrases struck my ears. And that last one, there was no doubt she could tell I was getting turned on by the verbal abuse. I might be able to lie to her and myself about what turns me on sexually, but my cock cannot.

She continued as she began pulling on my cage, giving me some long denied stimulation.

“How do you feel about….cock, my slave?” She asked knowing how uncomfortable it made me to discuss my attraction to it.

It was perfect fodder for my humiliation kink, lol. I didn’t need to answer as my cock answered for me.

She smiled and laughed still looking me in my eyes as they nervously darted around the room.

“Haha, you do like cock don’t you, fag?” She smiled at me and spoke in a sultry manner.

There I stood in sissy maids dress hard as rock in my chastity cage get stroked and interrogated by my, wife, beloved owner and love of my life and confessing my most hidden and suppressed sexual desires and I had never been so humiliated and turned on in my life, lol.

She simply smiled and stoked me more and watched as I slipped into a blissful sub space , which she suddenly pull me from with a firm squeeze of my balls.

“Ok , my beautiful pet faggot, time for your punishment. After you finished making my breakfast I want the downstairs picked up, vacuumed mopped and waxed and you are going to move all the furniture to do it right. Then you will clean the kitchen top to bottom and by top I mean dust all the cabinets and widow sill, and rearrange everything so it is cleaner and organized. Then you will clean the bathrooms,vacuum and mop them all and then vacuum the upstairs and the stairs themselves. And trust me this is going to take all weekend because you are going to be thorough, Mr. Oh and put in the puppy tail butt plug and bring me my crop. I want to play with you while you work.” She said it so matter of factly that I barely noticed that she called me her pet faggot.

“Wuhhh, wait did you just call me a…”

“No, I called you ‘my pet faggot’.” She smiled at me tenderly and my eyes watered up with joy.

I was being punished for sure but I was happy for it, because I felt loved by her.

That weekend I worked my ass off for her in that ridiculous maids dress and she pounded my ass good and hard with her new 9” strapon dildo. She kept comparing the size of her massive cock to my much smaller beta cock, “that’s why I keep you locked up, my pet. It would be disrespectful to my alpha girl cock to allow that little dicklet of yours to flop about all uncontrolled. Now tell me how much you love this dick, slut.”

She knows that I am actually confident and happy with my girthy 7”’s which is why she knew this was safe fodder for my humiliation kink and boy did it work, lol. I have never felt so humiliated and degraded and aroused in my life…. And I love her even more for it, what is wrong with me, lol.

She even made me take the trash to the curb in the dress. I begged her to let me put on a robe because it would be embarrassing to be seen like this, even by strangers. But she said I should have thought about that before I embarrassed her at dinner. And she was right…. As humiliating as that was, I love her even more for punishing me like this because I deserved it. I just hope none of the neighbors saw me, lol.

She said she was keeping the video and pics of me in the dress and getting fucked in it for just in case I ever cheat on her or get too out of line for her taste . I don’t think she would ever actually show them to anyone or post them online though… I’m pretty sure anyway….

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Dear diary, I’m not sure what to think at this point, but honestly I don’t care. I am really just loving the things she is doing to me. I feel like I am truly her pet husband and personal attendant and sex slave now.

Something amazing happened, last week. I came from getting fucked by her. It took months of associating the sexual stimulation of my cock and getting fucked the ass. And then the gradual denial of any physical sexual stimulation to my caged cock and concentrating on my taint and fucking my ass only. That and a constant stream of hypno videos and audio conditioning while strapped down and getting pounded by the fuck machine for an hour a day. But I was able to learn to cum from getting fuck by her strapon and my orgasms have never been harder or better. My entire body erupts in several different types of orgasms before finally climaxing and assuming I have any cum left, ejaculation which she promptly feeds to me.

She told me how proud she was at how far I had come and she knew I was going to do a great job for her. I am now ready for the next phase of my submission to her. I have no idea what she means by that but I don’t care because I know it will be amazing.

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Dear diary, I don’t know where to begin here…. So many complicated emotions.

She invited me to a local hotel. A nice place but when I got there she pulled me into the bathroom and shaved me from the waist down completely. Then put all this lotion and perfume on my legs and ass. She then gave me some lingerie to put on but just the bottoms. She then led me back to the room where she had me bend over the bed with my knees on the floor. She strapped me to the bed so that I could not move from my position. She then draped a sheet from the ceiling which covered my top half where she sat before me naked her legs spread and ready for my tongue.

“No, questions slave just lick my pussy.” She smiled at me as she blindfolded me.

A quick light tap of her riding crop on my shoulder told me I had better comply with whatever she had in mind. So I began to lick. And that was when I heard it. The door opened. I stopped licking and turned my head only to be swatted by the sting of her crop.

“I said lick my pussy, slave!” She commanded and I went back to my work as ordered.

Still hearing the noise of what sounded like a belt being unbuckled and pants falling to the ground. I ignored it until I felt hands on my ass and I began to struggle. Another crack of the crop stung my shoulders. And I continued to resist and then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back.

We were now eye to eye, “Slave, stop struggling, stop resisting. You are safe, now just relax and serve your masters.”

‘Masters? As in more than one?’ I thought.

“These men have paid me good money to use your well trained ass to give them pleasure. Do not embarrass me by not performing as I have trained you. If you continue to struggle just remember I have plenty of videos and pics I’m sure some of our friends would love to see. Do not worry, pet. The men will not see your face, nor will you see theirs. But I will. I will know who has fucked you, my beautiful little pet faggot. And you are going to make us so much money with that pretty ass of yours. A well trained high quality sissy ass is a bit of a gold mine, hahaha. Ok now, work that cock in your ass baby and make me some money, my pretty slut.” She was stern and loving all at the same time and I accepted my place.

And I am now her pet faggot whore…..just like she said…

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Dear diary, it has been about a year since the experience in the hotel. And it is still with me all these months later. I still don’t know what to think about it or myself. The fact is I enjoyed it immensely, the degradation of being a cum dump for anonymous cock for my beloved owner and to have her whore me out like that……I don’t know what to think about any of it or why it turns me on so much…..

But I know I love my wife even more today than yesterday.

She enjoyed it too, amazingly enough. I don’t know maybe it was the power of control?…. I guess you just have to be a natural alpha to get it, lol. But we both agreed that we would never do it again. Instead we decided to play safer and setup an online account for me, or rather my ass, to live stream our sessions together. Sometimes we take requests from the chat which can get pretty wild, lol. Sometimes she fucks me, sometimes she uses the fuck machine on me while riding my face. Sometimes I fuck her with the strapon…and yup, I’m still locked in permanent chastity. She says it keeps me more attentive, docile and easier to control, lol.

She will sometimes loan me out to some of our secret friends in the know to have me clean their houses in the maids outfit too, which is humiliating of course…. Why does that turn me on so much, lol? I’m so weird, lol. Just glad I have an amazing wife who loves and accepts me🥰

To this point we made nearly 100k off my ass, lol. She ended up allowing me to quick my job and now I make her money online as her full time sex slave and rental maid, and we have never been happier.