Looking down, Mike could not fathom how he had reached this point. Leaning against the shower wall, his forearms and head resting against the cool tile, Mike enjoyed the hot water running down his back, past his cheeks tickling his balls as the warm rivulets ran in a steady stream and dropped to the bottom of the shower. The steamy hot water ran down his back drawing the tension from the tight muscles in his back.
How did he get himself in this situation? He knew he should put a stop to this but he just did not know how. Besides, he enjoyed it. It turned him on. He was growing thicker just thinking about it. As Mike looked down, he could see how odd it looked.
It did seem to look bigger.
That’s what they always say on the internet.
An hour earlier Jean, his wife of 22 years, tied him up at the foot of their bed. Well not exactly. He had been standing in front of the bed and she wanted to play. The bed was made of black steel rods, forming a canopy frame. It was a very popular type of bed frame. The foot end of the bed had two vertical rods, an upper rod, and lower rod forming a square. There was scrollwork on the bottom half. The bed frame was perfect for tying a victim in a human “X” in the standing position. That’s why she had insisted on buying the bed.
He thought she just wanted to play today like they had done so many times before. She tied each arm to an upper corner, which in itself would leave him pretty helpless. Unbuttoning his shirt she pulled down his jeans, removed his shoes and socks and then pulled off his pants. She then tied each foot to a lower corner. That was usually enough to satisfy her and he was happy enough to comply since it usually meant she would give him a blowjob.
The best part was he did not have to reciprocate. She found this so exciting that she usually had one or two orgasms without Mike’s involvement. All he had to do was act like he didn’t want her to do it. Then she would untie him and they would go to sleep.
He was pretty helpless and she now started to work on him. Kissing him deeply, she raked his chest with her nails, dragging them over his nipples. That hurt, but really didn’t interest him too much. It was obvious it had no effect on him, so she began working a bit lower, kissing his stomach and working her way down through the light fuzz he had on his belly just below his navel.
At this point she had not touched his penis. Instead she stopped kissing and began playing with his balls. At first she just hefted them. She seemed to like that and began hefting each one separately. That felt good. She could tell he liked it so she began lightly squeezing them.
He still seemed to like it.
She took hold of the left ball, the one that hung down further, and started squeezing harder, increasing the pressure until Mike cried out that it hurt. Jean looked up at Mike but kept squeezing harder and harder. Jean had had a lot of practice doing this and was quite an expert at slowly increasing the pain until it was almost unbearable. This was fun for Jean and Mike was feeling that he had no control over this situation and Jean could do whatever she liked. That made his dick erect and stand straight out from his body.
Jean just smiled.
Mike begged her to stop. Jean simply grasped the other ball, letting the first one loose. A sigh of relief rolled out of Mike’s mouth, followed by a gasp of pain. Jean was squeezing harder and harder on his right ball and Mike was begging and squirming around.
This time was different!
Instead of giving him a blowjob, she grew tired of all this squirming and complaining. Jean left the room to come back with more ropes. She now tied one rope around his waist and through the scrollwork in the bed frame. More rope was used to tie each leg to the same frame. Mike could no longer move around and squirm at all. This was the tightest he had ever been tied and he felt particularly helpless. Jean could see this.
He just got bigger and harder.
“You know Mike”, Jean said, “I have always wanted to completely own you. I know we have had fun fooling around with this game all these years, but now I think I’m getting serious about making this permanent. Playing is just not enough for me anymore.”
Jean left the room again. When she came back she was not smiling any more. She had a woman’s pink razor in her right hand and his Gillette shaving cream in her left. Mike was getting real nervous. ” What are you doing with that?” he asked. Jean simply shook the can and squirted some out in her palm. She then spread it on his balls and began shaving. Mike didn’t mind since he had shaved his balls many times for his wife’s pleasure. In fact, he liked the baby soft smooth feeling his balls had. Besides, Jean would suck them more often when they were clean shaved.
What the heck, he thought, if she is careful not to nick me, it should be fun. He relaxed, feeling the cool shaving cream being spread all over his balls. She had a light practiced touch that she had developed from years of shaving her legs and he looked forward to a steamy warm washcloth to remove the excess shaving cream. After that, if he were lucky, he would get a hell of a blowjob.
Things seemed to be going as expected, no time to think now. The scissors were out and he was being trimmed.
“Wait a minute, I don’t think I like where this is going” Mike said expecting her to stop and make a joke about it. Jean responded “Mike, I’m going to own you and this is my symbol of ownership. This is my decision. You are out of options. Anyone who sees you shaved like this will know that I own you.
“When I’m done, I am going to take pictures of you like this, and if you do not keep it shaved the way I want it, I am going to start leaving copies of them around where our friends will see them. Maybe, I will drop some off at work for the pleasure of the women there. Then they will know who they are dealing with and know how to treat you”.
Mike couldn’t believe his ears. His lovely soft sensuous wife of 22 years was would now own him. What a strange thought. His dick got even harder. He could feel it. The head of his dick was getting shiny and he could feel the stretching. He contemplated his dick. He was wondering if it was telling him something.
Jean squirted a new ball of cream from the can. She then slathered it on his dick and the dark triangle above. Mike was feeling a bit unsure of himself. What if he had to change his clothes when he went swimming or to the gym. Someone might see him with the white telltale triangle above his dick. There was no way he could fool around either. One look at his privates would send any woman running the other way.
The scraping started. Mike pleaded with Jean not to do it. She did not even acknowledge his pleas. It was a good razor and Jean did not nick him even once. The angle of the blade on a Woman’s razor was lower which made it much less likely to nick or gouge those sensitive parts down there. I guess he would now own a Woman’s razor as long as Jean owned him.
When Jean was finished, she stepped back to look at her handiwork. She was pleased. Ownership would be fun.
Jean left the room and came back with a digital camera. She began taking photos. Long shots and close-ups were followed by more daring photos. She put her pink dildo in his mouth and said “smile for the camera”. He protested, but she just kicked him lightly in the balls. He smiled real big. Jean warned him that if he didn’t do her bidding, he had better get used to being kicked or spanked. In fact, she was going to write an ownership contract that would spell out exactly his responsibilities and her rights in their new relationship.
“Now get in the shower and get real clean”. Jean slowly untied Mike one slow rope at a time. When she finally released the final rope, she said “Now be a good little husband and kneel at my feet. Kiss each one tenderly.”
Mike complied, feeling especially strange since she was dressed and he was naked. He had never been this subservient to any woman and he was not sure how he felt about it. And what the heck did she mean by “my good little husband”? One look at his dick and he knew. With his ass in the air and his lips at his Wife’s feet, he could feel the coolness of the air on his balls, his erect penis and that white triangle that seemed such a bright white color that it almost looked like a neon color.
With his forehead between his Wife’s feet he was able to look up at his privates. He thought to himself that it did not look that bad. It seemed to make his dick look even bigger than it was. He kind of liked that since he felt his penis was small. It really was above average size and girth but after reading all those stores and looking at all those pictures on the internet, he couldn’t help thinking he was nothing compared to those guys.
“Mike” Jean said waking him out of his deep concentration, “get in the shower now and come to me downstairs when you are finished. Don’t forget to shave your face. I don’t want to feel any scratching on my sensitive skin. Oh, by the way, you won’t be wearing any clothes for a while, so leave them upstairs.”
Mike stood up straight now and finished rinsing off in the steamy water. He liked the way his balls felt. They felt soft and the skin silky when they were in hot water. He could feel his balls in their sack. It really felt like a sack when they were like this. He could feel their kidney shape and all the bumps they had. This also always happened when he took a warm Whirlpool bath. It was a very sensual feeing.
Stepping out of the shower, he toweled off and put on his favorite body cologne. As his balls cooled off, they pulled up and the sac now became harder and almost round. The skin on the sac became bumpy and had small ripples in it. He was being careful to shave in both directions to get rid of all his face stubble. His Wife would be annoyed if he came downstairs with any stubble. He had already seen what she could do when he did not follow directions. He did not want to cross her now and get kicked or spanked or worse.
Quietly walking down the curved stair, Mike came to the entry foyer. Its cold granite felt good on his feet. Walking into the kitchen, he saw his Wife fully dressed sitting at the breakfast room table. That was enough to make his dick stand proud.
Jean smiled to herself, thinking this was going to be real easy. She had no intention of giving him loud orders, just straight business like directions, as if he was no different than anything else she owned. This would be fun.
Mike was not sure what he felt when he saw his wife, but he could feel his dick rising with his pulse. This was really turning him on. Maybe she was right in taking ownership. Maybe this would be more pleasurable than their vanilla life. Maybe this was the way it was supposed to be. In the past they had occasionally played sexual games but the basis of their sex life had been pretty much the same as everyone else’s.
Jean said in a very businesslike tone “Get on your knees under the table and crawl under my dress. Kiss my thighs and work your way up.” Mike got under the table and began kissing Jean’s calves. He worked his way up the inside of her thighs. Jean spread her legs wide giving Mike access to her wet pussy. He could feel the pressure of the dress material on the top of his head. Mike lightly played his tongue over her auburn colored hair. He could tell that she liked it.
He could almost, but not quite, sense exactly where and how he should please her. He wasn’t sure why, but he just knew. Maybe it was all those years of marriage. He thought “what’s the difference how I know just as long as she is enjoying it”. He liked pleasing her.
He worked his tongue around her pussy lips. They were bigger than other women he had known before. He liked that. He was able to suck them into his mouth and play his tongue over them. Before sucking on them, he stuck his tongue out as far as it would go and he was rewarded with a mouthful of her love nectar. He licked all around, sucking in all the juices he could and swallowed it. He felt like he belonged here. He was happy. He then began teasing her lips and worked his way up to her clit. He knew just what to do and she responded with a moan. He knew he should keep working on her clit, changing tactics often until she had an orgasm. He loved when she had an orgasm.
Mike got to work. Jean started to breathe really heavy. He could even hear her heavy breathing from his position under the table. He knew she was close. Her breathing became very loud and he could feel a light shudder. That meant she was having an orgasm. She was very quiet about this and Mike knew the signs. Jean had quiet but intense orgasms and never had more than one at a time. It would be a few hours before she could have another.
That had worked well in the past, since after a few minutes after she was done, Jean would start working on him. It usually started with a blowjob and then she would finish him off by letting him enter her or more recently with a hand job using an oil to make it feel really great. Almost excruciatingly great!
Mike had noticed that in the last few months she had been giving him a hand job only. No more blowjobs and no more fucking. He didn’t care much since it felt so great anyway. He was starting to understand why she had changed tactics. She was slowly changing their roles.
Anyway, she was finished now and Mike pulled out from under her dress. He looked up at her, hoping for a sign that she was going to give him a hand job. His mouth and chin were soaked with her juices and she said to get up and kiss her. Jean loved the smell of herself when she kissed Mike.
Mike was in store for a little surprise. Jean said “you can stand up know since I’m finished. You are dismissed and can do whatever you want for the next couple of hours before I will require your services again. Do not, I repeat, do not ask for anything from me. You must learn your new role in this marriage my little husband. You will remain naked until I tell you otherwise and you better not play with yourself. If you do, I will know and I will tie you up and punish the offending part of your body. I will kick your balls and whip your dick until you ask me for mercy. Do you understand?”
Mike was almost in shock even though he had a feeling this is where it was going. He liked it and yet he felt deprived. He replied “I understand my Mistress Wife and I will follow your directions”. Mike went to the guest room where they kept their computer. He turned it on and began looking for information on the internet that would help him understand his situation and how he should behave and react. He already knew if he asked for relief, there would be no forthcoming. It was better to just leave and keep a little dignity.
Little did he know that Jean was busy working on a contract that he would have to sign. The only right she would give Mike, would be relief once a week. Even then, she would exact some sort of humiliation each time he came. She just wasn’t sure yet what that could be. She sat there thinking. Tomorrow, while Mike is at work, I will spend some time on the internet and get some good ideas. No point in reinventing the wheel. I am sure I can find lots of ideas.
Dinnertime rolled around and Jean decided to make one of her favorite dishes. This part of their life would not change except Mike would only be allowed to eat dinner naked. That way, even when he was getting something from Jean, he would know that she was superior to him. After all, she was fully clothed while he had to remain exposed. She had decided that as soon as he came home from work, she would make sure he would go upstairs, hang up his clothes and come down with nothing on. Not even his wristwatch. On the weekend, except when they went out, he must be naked. That way she could control how he felt. As long as he was naked and she was fully clothed, he would feel that she was superior. That is one of the things she wanted.
After dinner, Mike cleaned the table and loaded the dishwasher. That was their usual arrangement. She prepared, cooked and served dinner. He cleaned up.
Unfortunately, he did not realize he was supposed to clean her up too. Jean said “come stand in front of me”. Mike complied. “Spread your legs apart”. Mike complied. Jean kicked him in the balls just hard enough to hurt just a little. She then said “from now on, after dinner, you are to clean up, serve me dessert and get under the table and serve me like you did this afternoon. Do you understand?”
Mike replied “Yes, my Mistress Wife” and took his proper place under her skirt and between her thighs. When he was done serving her and she had another orgasm she said “Tonight is your night. Every Sunday night you will have your chance to come.
Nine O’ Clock rolled around and Mike was in bed, hoping he would be getting some relief real soon. Jean walked into the bedroom and took off all her clothes for Mike to see. Things were looking up. Lying on the bed, Jean spread her legs and pointed to her pussy. Mike knew what to do and dove in. Jean sighed as she enjoyed the afterglow of her third orgasm of the day. That was more than she had ever had in one day. She liked the new arrangement.
Now it was time for Mike to know what is going to happen every Sunday evening. Jean asked Mike how bad he would like to come. Mike, obviously horny from a day of serving his wife, said “I would do anything to get a chance to screw you”. Jean responded “It doesn’t work that way. Here are a few of the ground rules. First, as my little husband, you will never be able to penetrate me with your penis. Second, there are no more blowjobs. You can ask for whatever you want, but I will give you relief only in the way I decide and if you don’t agree to my terms, you will have to wait until the following Sunday to get another chance. Sunday evening is the only time you will get relief.
This week, I have decided to give you a hand job so lie down in the center of the bed and I will do the rest. First get me the oil I like to use. Oh, by the way, I expect you to thank me in advance for allowing you relief.” Mike immediately said “Thank you my Mistress Wife”.
“That won’t be sufficient” Jean responded “you must also get down on your knees and kiss my behind”. Mike immediately dropped to his knees and began kissing her behind. “One or two kisses are sufficient my little husband. Now hop up onto the bed and take your position.”
“Oh, one last rule. Not only do I own your dick and balls but I also own what comes out of them and I decide what happens to it. It can squirt onto your belly, drip down your dick onto your balls in which case you can clean it off with a hot washcloth. On the other hand, I might decide to catch it.
Today, I am going to catch it in my hand and you will lick it clean. Not just a quick lick or two, but I am going to watch you lick it up and swallow all of it, lick by lick. I love the idea of watching you do that!
Men always want women to swallow, so now is my chance to turn the tables. I will hold my hand up in front of my face so I can clearly watch your tongue at work licking up that gooey mess. Do you understand?” Mike immediately replied “Yes, my Mistress Wife”. Jean though he was horny and would probably do almost anything to get a chance to come. It was a good time to begin his training and to get him used to doing this.
She planned on having him eat cum for a long time to come.
After he comes, he will feel quite different. He will feel terribly humiliated to have to eat his gooey white come with me watching only inches away from his face. When he is done, I will make him lick my hand again so that it is not sticky. That should really put him in his place.
I am looking forward toward tomorrow. I should have my naked little husband eat me out to two orgasms and then simply roll over and go to sleep.