I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Is Chris cooking?

I looked over at the bedside clock, I had slept until just a little past noon. Slowly, as I began to wake up in earnest, the previous evening's activities flooded into my mind.

The restraints, my dominatrix outfit, our extreme face-sitting session, and Chris licking his semen from my pussy. Looking back, the events of the previous evening seemed almost surreal, and I struggled to make sense of them.

I rose from the bed and went into the bathroom. Once I had finished, I put on a pair of white cotton panties, a sports bra, shorts, and a t-shirt. While I dressed, I examined my body in the mirror, and my heart sank.

I was at least thirty-five pounds overweight, and I detested the cellulite that had collected around my midsection and on my thighs. I couldn't remember the last time I had worked out, and for the most part, I ate whatever I wanted. Unfortunately, my lifestyle choices were very evident.

I had felt so empowered and in control last night when I dominated Chris. That was a stark juxtaposition to how I felt while standing in front of our bathroom mirror. A wretchedness washed over me. I felt powerless, helpless, and adrift. I was seconds away from tears, but I quickly fought them back. I made a solemn vow to myself to break this cycle, starting today.

I walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen and was greeted with a bright smile. “I was just about ready to come in and wake you, Ma’am.”

I smiled. “I told you that you don't have to call me that unless we are in a scene.”

“I know, but I couldn't resist. I woke up feeling wonderful.”

I sat down at the table, and he brought me a large plate of scrambled eggs with a little bit of fresh dill, just the way he knows I like them. There were also a few strips of bacon along with a toasted bagel. To complete the meal, he served me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

“This is just wonderful,” I said while looking down at my plate of food. “I have to admit, I wasn't expecting this.”

“I wanted to do something special for you and show my appreciation for last night.”

His attitude was a bit of a shock to me. I had been very demanding of Chris the previous evening and it wouldn’t have surprised me to learn that he wanted to back out of this entire thing. However, that obviously wasn’t the case. “So, you're still okay with everything we did?”

“I told you last night, Greta, it was the best night of my life, and I can't wait for us to do it again … when you're ready, of course.”

I smiled. He was being so respectful and loving. I could get used to this.

We shared a few moments of comfortable silence until Chris began speaking. “I’m hesitant to even bring this up, but could we talk about something?”

Our eyes met. “We have to always be able to talk about anything, Chris, that’s critical in this type of relationship.”

He took a deep breath. “I know you are in charge now, but I’d like you to at least consider this at some point … maybe in the future.” 

He paused as if trying to find the right words. “It’s okay, Chris, just come out with it.”

He took another deep breath. “I’d like you to consider cuckolding me.”

Cuckolding? He wants me to be with another man? It took me a full minute to consider and weigh some of the possibilities and their ramifications. I couldn’t help but feel that this suggestion was a byproduct of last night. It was as if he wanted to try everything he’d ever seen or read about online. I had to admit, when I felt the rush of power as I dominated him, the idea of opening our marriage and being with other men had crossed my mind.

“I’m open to the idea, Chris. However, we need to take things slowly. There are so many things that I want us to experience together, and we need to build a solid foundation as a couple while we explore this lifestyle before we bring others into it.  Wouldn't you agree?”

He smiled. “Maybe I am getting caught up in last night, but I’m happy that you are open to considering it.”

We sipped our coffee for a few moments, and I enjoyed the very comfortable silence. The best aspect of our newly established power-exchange marriage was the open and honest dialogue we were having. Unlike in the past, Chris wasn't sneaking around behind my back on the internet. We were communicating and learning new and exciting things about each other. I couldn't help but feel like we were really growing as a couple.

It was somewhat unsettling that Chris seemed to be open to trying almost anything and I figured at least one of us needed to keep a level head. I knew that this was a huge transition for him, and I didn’t want to push him too hard, too quickly.  I reasoned that reading about other people’s BDSM adventures online was much different than actually experiencing them firsthand and I had to remain cognizant of that fact.

There was one more thing that we needed to discuss, though. “We’ve made a lot of changes in the past twenty-four hours, Chris, but there's one more change I need to make for myself, and I want to discuss it with you.”

He looked at me expectantly and waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath. “I'm not happy with my weight and I finally feel like this is a good time to do something about it.”

He gave me a look of concern. “Babe, I love you so much just the way you are. You know I don’t care about the weight. The only thing I care about is you being happy. So, if this is something you want, you need to make this change for yourself. Just know you have my full support.”

I smiled. “So, what you're really saying is you'd be okay with having a hot wife?”

We both giggled. “What I'm saying is: I love you regardless, and if you're happy, I'm happy.”

He reached across the table, took my hand, and gently squeezed. It was such a wonderful morning, and it was as if I could actually feel our marriage getting stronger.

- - - - -

The next month was like going through a living hell. Not at home, but at work.

I managed a small division in the IT department of a large Las Vegas Strip casino, and my best friend, Liz, was a VIP personal trainer to some of our more exclusive guests. On numerous occasions since we met, she had invited me to work out with her, but I had always declined her invitation. Until now, I just never felt inspired enough to accept her offer. However, now that I was taking control of my marriage with Chris, it just felt like the right time to take control of my weight and start getting healthy.

Liz giggled with almost uncontrollable glee when I asked if her offer of helping me get into shape was still on the table. She was a world-class swimmer who had actually participated in two Olympic Trials before injuring her shoulder, which prematurely ended her swimming career.

“Of course I'd love to help you, I've been hoping you might change your mind about working out with me for a year now,” Liz said excitedly.

“Just take it easy on me for the first couple of weeks, okay. I haven't seen the inside of a gym in about five years.”

Her face broke into a big smile. “I'll take it under advisement, but this has to be more than just you committing to working out, it’s a complete lifestyle transformation. Are you willing to change the way you eat too?”

I took a deep breath. “I’d just like to be healthy and fit. And if you could pull off a miracle, I’d love for my body to look more like yours.”

I'm not sure if there is such a thing as the perfect female body. Nonetheless, if there was, my vote would go to Liz. She was tall, just a bit taller than me at 5'9". Shockingly, it was as if her muscles had muscles, but not in an overdone female-bodybuilder way. She had six-pack abs and long, lean, muscular arms and legs. Her body was toned, and she was incredibly fit and beautiful.

She continued speaking, which brought me back to the now. “It’s difficult to say this without coming across as conceited, so bear with me.  At this point, my body is my life, it’s how I make my living.  When people are paying me to help them work out and improve their bodies, that advice has to be coming from someone who looks like they know what they’re talking about. Otherwise, I’d have no credibility.”

Just listening to her was inspiring. I wanted the best to help me reach my fitness goals and it was very obvious that she was exactly that.

“I guess my point is,” she continued, “that I live this, it’s not just something I do, but it’s who I am.  I can help you get the body you want, but you’ll have to be dedicated to this like I am. Are you willing to do that?”

I took a deep breath. “I’m willing, just promise not to kill me, okay?”

She smiled. “I’ll take it under advisement.”

- - - - -

I wasn’t sure if there was a hell. However, I was convinced that if there was, it would be akin to working out with Liz. In addition to assisting her clients throughout the day, she worked out twice a day for herself. In the morning, we used free weights as well as weight machines.  Once we completed our workday, our exercise routine consisted of cardio, yoga, or Pilates, then stretching.

Even though working out with Liz was incredibly strenuous, our arduous weekday routine actually fit into my strategy when it came to dominating Chris. I was spending more time at work and that gave Chris more time to take over most of the household duties.

In keeping with my plan, I was taking things relatively slowly. We were making love about four or five times a week, and I was incorporating some light BDSM into our sex play. He loved being restrained, and when I sat on his face for long periods of time. For the most part, I put very few demands on Chris inside the bedroom, and the majority of changes I made came in the form of household duties.

In the past, we had divided up the household chores equally. However, we both agreed that, as the submissive, keeping the house clean should now be his responsibility.  He also agreed to cook our evening meal and clean up afterward. Because Chris was a full-time student, he had quite a bit of extra time anyway.

Chris was working towards his master's degree, and he was also a teacher's assistant to one of his favorite professors. Even though he was doing all of the housework, I always ensured he had time to study for his classes as well as completing the tasks for the professor he was assisting.

One problem did arise, though. I was quickly learning that I needed a better method of correcting some of Chris's errant behavior. He had a weekly list of chores and there were times when he wasn't completing them to my satisfaction. The first week he had even neglected to clean the guest bathroom. To be honest, I was almost certain he was intentionally misbehaving in order to be chastised and punished.  He loved it when I scolded him like a wayward child and then sat on his face for a couple of hours so he could ‘atone' for his transgressions. However, sitting on his face for hours was more of a reward than a punishment. I would have to give this some thought and devise a more effective plan to correct some of Chris's behavior.

- - - - - -

“What's wrong Greta, don't you feel great after that workout?”

Liz and I were sipping our fresh-fruit smoothies in the breakroom after our morning workout. “I'm just a little frustrated,” I admitted.

“Frustrated about what?”

“It's been a month since we began working out and I've only lost five pounds.”

She gave me an encouraging smile. “You’ve put on at least five pounds of pure muscle mass and lost how many inches around your torso, arms, and legs?”

I looked down. “I guess that's true.”

“You know that's true,” she said sternly. “Let me show you something.” She pulled out her cell phone, pressed a couple of buttons, and then held it up to my face. “Do you remember this?”

I studied the picture on the screen. Before we’d begun our first workout Liz had made me get into a bikini and she’d taken a picture with her cell phone. The changes I noticed now weren't dramatic, but they were quite evident. Compared to the picture, my arms and legs were a bit more toned, I was less pudgy around the middle, and there were even slight hints of muscle definition.

She smiled when she noticed the tears in my eyes. “You can tell the difference, can't you?”

“Yes, I can,” I said simply while attempting to get my emotions in check.

"Good, because I see the changes too. Compared to a month ago, you're stronger, more agile, and you have more stamina." I wiped a couple of tears from my cheeks as she continued speaking. “It took five years to get your body into the shape it was in before we started working out together. Just remember, this type of change doesn't ever happen quickly, but it will happen.”

We exchanged big smiles. “Thank you for everything,” I said softly.

“You can repay me by telling me the real reason you finally decided to work out with me and get into shape.”

“In time, I will. I promise.”

- - - - -

I'd been teasing Chris all week during our lovemaking sessions that I was going to ‘step it up’ this Friday night. It was so much fun to taunt him with the unknown and let his imagination run wild.

After what seemed like an eternity, Friday night finally arrived. Chris had just finished cleaning the kitchen after our evening meal. He brought two glasses of wine and took a seat beside me.  We had agreed a few weeks earlier that I should be sitting at the head of the table since I was now the head of our family. At any rate, it only seemed fitting. We were using Chris's stipend as a teaching assistant to pay for the credits he was taking, which meant that my salary was supporting both of us.

“If I may ask, what do you have planned for us tonight, Ma’am?"

The look in his eyes. The anticipation. He was giddy, like a child. I couldn't help but smile. “You'll find out soon enough.”

We both sipped our wine until he broke the silence. “You've been going easy on me for a while now.”

I gave him a stern look. “Does it bother you that I have been?”

He thought for a moment. “May I speak freely?”

This sounds serious. “Of course you can, Chris.”

He looked at me hesitantly. “I was afraid that… that you might have become bored with this already.”

I smiled and our eyes met. “I can assure you that’s not the case. I wanted to give you time to adjust to this, and honestly, I thought if I went too hard on you, too fast, you’d want to back out.”

He took my hand and gently squeezed it. “I swear to you, Greta, I'm living my dream.”

A tear was forming in his eyes. My God, he’s getting so emotional! “We're still learning to trust each other when it comes to this lifestyle, aren’t we?”

“I guess we are,” he conceded.

We took another sip of our wine, which drained the glasses. “Things are going to get rough tonight. Just remember your safe words, okay?”

His hands began trembling. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Pour me another glass of wine, then go to the master bathroom, strip down, put on your blindfold, and wait for me.”

I witnessed the bewildered look in his eyes, but he also knew better than to question me. “Yes, Ma'am,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

A minute later, he had refilled my wine glass, and I watched as he disappeared into the master bedroom. I sipped my wine while trying to settle myself down. I was nervous, just like the first night when we began experimenting a month ago. We'd be breaking new ground tonight and that was unsettling for me. However, there was also a calm, and I felt at peace. Chris and I were both in our proper roles: I as the dominant and he as the submissive. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something serene and tranquil about that.

While finishing my last sip of wine, I couldn't help but reflect on Chris’s nature. He was a natural submissive. A more experienced dominant would have noticed it immediately, but I was oblivious to this lifestyle and that part of his sexuality when we met. While doing my research I also had come to the conclusion that taking control of him, both inside of the bedroom and out, made me acutely aware of my own sexuality and the need to exert my power over him. I took a deep breath. Showtime.

I walked into our guest bedroom and removed my clothes. I momentarily paused when I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror next to the closet. I still wasn't entirely happy with the person looking back at me. However, I did see noticeable improvements in my figure. Liz was right. The fat was beginning to slowly melt away, and taking its place was lean muscle. The slight transformation was even easier to discern now that I was naked, without the encumbrance of the bikini. It’s working. Our grueling workouts, the sore muscles, the exhaustion, the healthy diet … it was all working, and it was worth it.

Excitedly, I grabbed my black Stuart Weitzman Highland dominatrix boots from the back of the closet. I couldn't help but check my look in the mirror again. My large breasts were rising and falling with each breath and my pink nipples were pointy and erect. My eyes scanned lower, down to my full, ash-blonde pubic hair.

In the past, I had always kept myself neatly trimmed. However, while conducting my research, I learned that in most BDSM circles it was submissives who trimmed or kept a bare pubic area. I did break with convention somewhat by getting the area around my vaginal lips and asshole waxed. I discovered that it felt much cleaner, and it was also more pleasurable when Chris went down on me or ‘worshiped’ me, as I now liked to call it. I reached back into the closet and retrieved my black strapless leather corset. Even though I hadn't worn it in a month, I felt much more comfortable wearing it now. Inexplicably, it felt like a natural extension of my body and personality. It just feels right.

I giggled when I observed that each of the buckles could be laced up about two inches tighter. As I gave myself one final examination, I noticed that I had an even more pronounced hourglass figure, much more evident than it was a month ago.

I ran my middle finger between the lips of my vagina. My pussy felt like a humid, hot, wet rainforest. The anticipation of dominating Chris was almost more than I could stand. It’s time.

I walked into our master bedroom and looked into our bathroom. Chris was sitting naked on the toilet with his blindfold on. When my boots met the ceramic tiles on our bathroom floor, they produced a loud clicking noise that Chris heard, and he immediately rose to his feet. I couldn't help but notice his erection protruding proudly from his body. “You're quite worked up, aren't you?”

“Yes, Ma'am,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“You haven't been touching yourself, have you?”

“No, Ma'am, of course not.”

“We have a problem, though, that needs to be addressed.”

I witnessed the questioning look on his face, even though his eyes were covered with the blindfold. I paused for a few moments to create a dramatic effect before I continued speaking. “You've spent a lot of time on the internet looking at BDSM sites. During your … let's call it … inquiries, did any of the submissives have pubic hair?”

He thought for a moment. “No Ma'am, they didn’t.”

“What do you think you should be doing, then?”

“Removing my pubic hair, Ma'am,” he said sheepishly.

“Get to it!” I hissed.

Chris quickly removed the blindfold from his eyes, reached into one of the bathroom drawers, and pulled out his beard trimmer. After powering the device on, he carefully ran it over his pubic region and his reddish-brown pubes began to fall on the floor. Within a few seconds, the jungle above his penis was reduced to mere stubble. Next, he grabbed his can of shaving cream and rubbed a generous amount over the bristles. Then, he reached for his razor and prepared to finish the job, until I interrupted him.

“You're my property now, don't you think that should be my honor?”

Our eyes met. “Yes, Ma'am,” he said before handing me the razor.

His cock looked almost painfully erect. The head was deep purple in color and his shaft was twitching in time to the beat of his heart. He was incredibly aroused even though his cock hadn't been touched yet. “You had better settle yourself down and hold still. We don't want a trip to the emergency room tonight, do we?”

He took a deep breath. “No, Ma'am.”

I took his razor in my hand and slowly moved it upwards, shaving the stubble. I could hear low moans from above me. I wasn't sure why this was turning him on so much, but obviously it was. He didn't have hair on his testicles, yet there was another area that required my attention. “Turn around, bend over, spread your legs, and pull your ass cheeks apart.”

His mouth dropped open and he gave me a bewildered look. Seconds later, he quickly complied with my command. I gave his ass a little smack and he emitted a low moan. Gently, I ran my index finger over the puckered little hole and I could feel Chris shiver. “This should be hair-free as well, wouldn't you agree?”

“Y-y-y-yes, Ma’am,” he stammered.

I squirted some shaving cream over his asshole and gently rubbed it over the delicate skin. Next, I grabbed his razor and carefully removed the hair. Finally, I reached for a washcloth and wiped off the excess shaving cream so I could inspect my work. “Mmmm … nice and smooth, just like I want it.”

I looked between Chris's legs and there was a long string of pre-cum dangling from his cock. I couldn't help but smile. He let out a low moan as I ran my index finger up and down his asshole several times, teasing him before I continued speaking. If we're going to use this tonight, it should be clean, don't you think?”

His entire body was shaking in excitement, but after a few seconds, he was finally able to settle himself down enough to speak. “Yes, Ma'am.”

I waited a few moments, which gave the effect of a dramatic pause. “Turn around, Chris.”

Chris turned and faced me. I reached underneath the bathroom sink and retrieved the item that I hid underneath the folded bathroom towels. “Do you know what this is?”

He looked into my eyes. “It's an enema bag, Ma’am.”

I smiled. I was pretty sure I knew the answer to my next question. However, I couldn't help but ask because it would heighten the sexual tension. “Have you ever received an enema?”

He inhaled deeply as the reality of what was going to happen next appeared to be hitting him. “No, Ma'am, I haven't.”

“This will be an evening of many firsts, then, for both of us.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Chris watched as I slowly removed the apparatus from the plastic wrapping. I had actually practiced assembling the device a couple of nights prior because I wanted to appear confident and self-assured in front of my submissive. I connected the tubing to the large red plastic bag. Then I connected the small probe to the other end of the plastic tubing.

I filled the plastic bag with warm, purified water and added a small amount of non-iodized salt, which I’d read was supposed to aid in purification. I reached back into the cabinet and pulled out a tube of Astroglide that I’d also hidden. Chris watched in apparent awe while I generously lubed the probe.

“Take this,” I said while handing Chris the plastic bag filled with water, “and hang it from the shower door. Then turn around.” He took a deep breath in an attempt to control his hyperventilation. Then he complied with my order. “Spread your ass cheeks apart,” I hissed.

He took another deep breath, reached behind himself with both hands, and exposed his freshly shaven asshole to me. He emitted a low moan as I ran my index finger over his little-puckered hole.

“Mmmm … you're so tight back here, Chris. I’ll have to see what I can do to loosen things up. However, first things first.”

I squirted a large dollop of Astroglide on my index finger and rubbed it over his asshole. Chris let out a low moan and I was beginning to realize how much he enjoyed having his ass played with. With the tip of my finger, I worked a small amount of the lube inside his orifice. Almost immediately, I could feel him tense up and the small muscular ring in his anus closed tightly around my finger.

“You better learn to relax,” I hissed, “or this is going to be one long, painful evening.”

"Yes, Ma'am," he said hoarsely.

I heard him take a deep breath and his sphincter loosened and released the 'death grip’ on my finger. “Good boy,” I said after pushing my index finger inside him to the second knuckle. He let out another low moan as I worked my finger in deeper. After a minute or so his tight little rectum had loosened to the point that I could slide my finger in and out with minimal resistance. He’s ready.

I grasped the lubricated probe and gently inserted it into his rectum. The circumference of the probe was much smaller than my finger and it slid in easily. Chris let out a little grunt when the probe was fully inserted.

I reached up and opened the small valve below the plastic bag, which emptied the warm water into his bowels. To my delight, Chris whimpered and moaned as he received his first enema. I couldn't help but think that this had to be a degrading experience for him. However, his fully erect member was also telling me this was something he obviously enjoyed, at least on some level. Once the bag was completely empty, I retracted the probe from Chris's ass. “Tell me what it feels like.”

He took a deep breath. “I feel so full, Ma'am, and I really have to use the bathroom.”

I couldn't help but smile. I loved his brutal honesty. He was so vulnerable, and I knew this was an incredibly degrading experience for him. However, he seemed to revel in the humiliation of the moment.

“Please, Ma'am, I don't think I can hold it; I really have to use the bathroom.”

I loved the desperation in his voice, the pleading, he was right where I wanted him. “We don't want you making a mess in here, do we … so go ahead and release the water.”

"Thank you, Ma'am," he said desperately as he sat down on the toilet and emptied the water from his bowels.

I gave him a minute or so to ensure he'd voided his bowels, which gave me some time to study his face. There was an obvious look of relief, which was to be expected. Additionally, there was an expression of degradation, depravity, and shame mixed with a comfortable contentment. Chris was in his element, submitting to me, and that gave me an immeasurable feeling of pride in my husband.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?”

His face blushed a deep, red ember. “Yes, Ma'am.”

I smiled. “Good, because I'm enjoying it too. Now clean yourself, and let's continue.”

Chris received several more enemas during the next half hour. Throughout the entire cleansing process, his member looked almost painfully erect, and at times it was throbbing and dripping pre-cum. I allowed him to administer the last enema himself. I wanted to ensure that, in the future, he could prepare himself for an evening of anal play without my assistance. After he took a quick shower and dried off, he was ready for my next order.

“Retrieve the treasure chest, then sit at the foot of the bed and wait for me.” Two weeks earlier, I had purchased an ornate, antique trunk at Pier One Imports. It fit perfectly underneath our bed, and it was ideal for storing our growing collection of sex toys.

Several minutes later, I entered the room and knelt in front of the chest. After I unlocked it, I opened the lid towards Chris, which blocked his view and didn't allow him to see what was inside. After a short dramatic pause, I removed my latest purchase: A leather strap-on harness. It had a large metal ring in the front that was compatible with a wide variety of dildos and plugs.

Chris never took his eyes off of me as I put the leather harness on. Afterward, I looked deep into his eyes. “Now which one of these toys should I choose to take your virginity?” I made it sound like I had dozens to choose from, which seemed to add to the dramatic flair of the moment. In reality, I had purchased only two dildos. “This should do nicely.”

His eyes got wide as I produced a six-inch flesh-colored dildo. It was complete with low hanging testicles that made it look even more realistic. I couldn't help but smile. It was as if Chris couldn't take his eyes off the fleshy cock in my hand. “Well, what do you think?”

It took him several moments to respond. I … I … I … I'm a little nervous, Ma'am,” he stammered.

I loved his brutal honesty, and it was quite evident from the look on his face that he was just a little apprehensive. However, I also knew it was something he desperately yearned for. So many of the websites he had viewed dealt almost exclusively with pegging. Notwithstanding, it was quite different to view something online that was happening to someone else as opposed to experiencing it firsthand.

“I'm sure you'll do just fine,” I said as I threaded the dildo through the metal ring. “I'll try to go easy on you, but no promises.”

His eyes got wide at my last statement. I was certain that he knew I would never seriously hurt him. However, it was fun to play in that little gray area of his mind that had to wonder about my exact intentions. “Lie on your back at the head of the bed and extend your arms.”

He quickly complied with my command. I restrained his wrists in the large leather cuffs that were securely attached to the bed frame by the floor. “Lift your ass up off the bed.” When he complied, I was able to slide a pillow underneath his bottom, which gave me easier access.

I rose from the bed and grabbed the tube of Astroglide. I couldn't help but catch my reflection in our bedroom mirror. The cock hanging from between my legs looked foreign, so out of place.  However, it gave me such a heady rush of power. One of my online friends, a professional dominatrix I’d met on FetLife while conducting my research, had informed me of the extraordinary power in the penis. I don't think I’d believed her, or at the very least understood what she’d meant, until this very moment.

I got back into the bed and looked into Chris's eyes. I didn't have to say a word. My unspoken gaze was enough, and Chris opened his legs wide. I couldn't help a smile. He’s a submissive, a natural submissive.

I squirted a large dollop of Astroglide onto my middle finger and gently began to work it into Chris's asshole. It felt as if it had tightened up just a bit since his enema. However, after just a few fluid movements, I was easily working my finger in and out. I took the plastic cock in my hand and rubbed the tip over Chris’s testicles and his own turgid member. While looking down, I couldn't help but compare the two penises. Mine was at least an inch longer than his and quite a bit thicker. I couldn't help but think that the one attached to me was a man's cock, a real man's cock.

“Are you ready?” I whispered huskily.

“Yes, Ma'am,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

I squirted another large dollop of Astroglide onto the head of the cock and held it at Chris’s aperture. He gasped as I slowly began to push the head inside. His wrists pulled against the restraints in an apparent attempt to pull away from me and escape the discomfort of being penetrated.

I pushed forward again but the muscular ring in his anus was thwarting my progress. My first thought was to thrust forward roughly and try to force the cock inside him, but I quickly decided against it. I looked into his eyes. There was a panicked expression on his face, and he was close to hyperventilating. He was scared and I knew making his first experience intolerable wouldn't get me what I wanted. He needed a little molasses to go along with the sulfa.

I leaned forward and kissed him passionately. “It's okay, Baby,” I cooed into his ear. “This should help make it better.”

I straightened back up, took his cock in my hand, and began to slowly stroke him. His panicked, labored breathing quickly turned to moans of pleasure. While he was somewhat distracted, I took my cock into my other hand, rested the head against his asshole, and began to gently press forward. “Yeah, Baby, relax and let Mama in there.”

He tensed up when the head reached the muscular ring again and I could feel the resistance. I gripped his cock just a bit tighter and stroked him just a little faster, “It's okay, Baby, just relax,” I whispered sensually. He took a deep breath, and I could see the pleasure etched on his face. Like magic, the cock slipped past his tight ring, and I was able to make a couple of inches of progress.

“Oh, God,” Chris moaned in pleasure.

I grinned. “Good boy, just relax,” I cooed seductively.

“It feels so good, Ma’am,” he said between groans of pleasure.

This was perfect. He loved being penetrated even more than I’d thought. “Yeah, Baby, take deep breaths and just relax.” I continued to steadily stroke him. Using patience I hadn't known I possessed, I pushed forward at a snail's pace.

I quickly learned that when the pain got to be too much his breathing changed and became rapid. When that occurred, I slowed down and stroked his cock at a quicker rate. “You're doing so well, Baby, we're almost there,” I said encouragingly.

Finally, after what felt like an hour later but was probably only a couple of minutes, the testicles of the phallus were resting on his ass, and he was fully impaled. "You did it, baby! It's all the way in, how does it feel?"

He was still inhaling and exhaling deeply, but my voice seemed to calm him down. “It feels so good, Ma'am, and I feel so full.”

I continued to slowly stroke his cock, which gave him some time to get used to the feeling of having something so foreign inside his body. “You're just a natural little slut, aren't you?”

I could see his face begin to glow red in embarrassment from my gentle teasing. “Oh, God, Ma’am, yes, I am.”

I smiled because he seemed so happy. “You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?”

He only hesitated for a few seconds. “Oh, yes, Ma'am, for so long … so long …”

“It feels good to finally be able to confess the truth, doesn't it?”

“Oh, yes, Ma'am, it does … it does …”

I had to admit I was a little shocked. What began as a little teasing had quickly turned into an almost religious experience for Chris. A deep desire, a longing, had finally been exposed and allowed to be released. Everything we did in this lifestyle: Every step we took, every bridge we crossed, seemed to bring us closer together and make our marriage stronger. “Are you ready, Baby?”

Our eyes met. "Yes, Ma'am … but please… take it slow in the beginning."

I couldn't help but think of Liz. “I'll take it under advisement.” Our eyes met again, and big smiles broke across both of our faces.

I slowly began to move my hips back and Chris let out a deep, guttural moan. The head of the cock had to be close to slipping out, so I very gently began moving forward. I continued this gentle, easy motion for several minutes until his asshole had opened to the point that there was little resistance.

"Oh, God … Oh, God …" he moaned in pleasure.

I watched as his arms fought against the restraints. It didn't look as if he was trying to get away from me, though. Perhaps it was just sensory, or pleasure, overload. I wasn't entirely certain.

"Oh, God, Ma'am," he moaned, "it just feels so fucking good."

I knew he wasn't in any danger, and it was pretty obvious that any pain he was experiencing was manageable. It’s time to step it up. I stopped stroking his cock and put both of my hands on his chest, which gave me more leverage. Gradually, I picked up the pace, which caused him to moan incredibly loudly. Seconds later, his eyes were shut, and it was almost as if he’d departed and was in another world. The sound of the plastic cock echoed throughout the room as it slapped against Chris's body. I watched as his arms pulled hard against the restraints. Yet the thick leather bindings held true and refused to give.

“Oh, God, Ma’am … oh, God …”

Chris was experiencing bliss on a level that I had previously not been able to give him. The harder I pounded him, the more he moaned in primal ecstasy. “Do you like that big cock inside of you?

It took him a few seconds to respond to my question. Obviously, his mental faculties weren’t entirely present. “Oh, fuck, Ma’am … I love it … I love it …”  he moaned between gasps of pleasure.

I straightened back up, removed my hands from his chest, and looked down. His cock had a bluish- red tint that looked almost painful. Pre-cum was leaking freely from the head and a large puddle had already formed on his stomach. I was pretty sure that even the most minimal stimulation would cause an instant eruption. Without warning, I stopped the thrusting motion and sank the cock into him as deep as it would go. Chris let out a loud grunt just as I collapsed on top of him.

Both of us took about a minute to get our breathing under control. “Do you like this so far, Baby?” 

“Oh, God, Ma’am … yes … yes … I love it,” he said while still trying to catch his breath.

I let the cock slip out of his bottom. It was glistening and wet from the large amount of Astroglide I had used to lube it. I also couldn't help but notice the condition of Chris's asshole. It was gaped obscenely open and looked swollen and red from the relentless pounding I had given it. Our eyes met. “Are you ready for a little bit more, baby?”

His cock was so stiff, like a crowbar. The veins were swollen and engorged which gave his member an almost bluish tint. It looked like it would explode by merely touching it. “Oh, yes, Ma'am, I'm ready.”

I lined up the head of my cock and pushed it into his well-used orifice with one long, smooth stroke. He grunted as the fake plastic testicles rested against his body. Without warning, I started pounding him incredibly hard. I rested my hands on the headboard above him, which gave me more leverage and strength in my thrusts.

Chris was moaning incoherently and gasping for breath at my unrelenting assault. I looked down and noticed that little jets of semen were spraying from the head and his cock wasn't even being touched! I had been with quite a few guys, but I had never seen that before in my life.

After several minutes, I could feel my strength was giving out and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep this torrid pace going for much longer.  As I continued to pound him viciously, I reached down, took the shaft of his cock in my hand, and began to furiously stroke it.

"Oh, fuck … oh, fuck …" Chris gasped.

Within seconds a thick rope of semen splashed onto our headboard. The next volley was not quite as powerful, and it landed on Chris's face and hair.  The last rope of cum sprayed onto his stomach and the remaining liquid added to the very noticeable pool that had already collected on his belly.

It took both of us a couple minutes to fully catch our breaths. I had to admit I was surprised that pegging Chris was every bit as strenuous as my workouts with Liz. Before we moved on, there was one more task Chris was going to perform. However, it was impossible for him to do it while being restrained. That meant I had to give him a little help.

I slid off Chris's body and moved between his legs. His eyes got wide as he watched me lick his cum from his chest. I then moved up his body and began to lick the semen from his cheek and forehead. Once I’d collected as much as I could, our eyes met, and we shared a deep, erotic kiss. During our passionate embrace, I transferred the cum in my mouth into Chris's.

Once our lips separated, I whispered, “Swallow your cum, Baby.” I watched as he took a deep breath and then swallowed the liquid in his mouth.

“God, Ma’am, I love you,” he whispered.

 I smiled. “I know.”  I paused. “Now, it's my turn.”

I rose from the bed and unbuckled the harness, and the strap, as well as the dildo, fell to the floor. I looked up, into Chris's eyes, which were following my every movement. “I need to keep things interesting, and it's time for some heavier hardware.”

He let out an audible gasp as I reached into the treasure chest and pulled out an eight-inch black dildo that was much thicker than the one I had just used on Chris. I tried as best I could to keep a straight face. “Are you ready for this?”

“Oh, no, Ma’am, I … I … I … I don't know if I can …”

A big smile broke across my face. “Calm down, this one isn't for you. Well, not yet anyway.”

A look of relief washed over Chris's face. “Oh, thank God.”

We both burst out in laughter. I picked up the harness from the floor, removed the smaller dildo, and inserted my larger one into the ring. It took a bit of work to attach the strap-on harness to Chris, especially since he was still restrained and could do very little to assist me. After several minutes and a bit of struggle, I was finally able to secure the device to him. I also loosened up his restraints so he could sit up and lean against the headboard.

I had to admit he did look a little silly, and that big black cock looked a little out of place. This was going to be interesting. I had been with quite a few guys, but only one, or maybe two, was even remotely close to the size of the fake cock that was between Chris's legs.

I was incredibly anxious to give that big cock a go. However, I knew that delaying my gratification would only make the experience more satisfying. My pussy was already incredibly wet and ready. Nonetheless, including my submissive in this act would only make it more special.

“Are you ready to service your Mistress?”

“Oh, God, yes, Ma'am. I'm more than ready.”

I stepped up onto the bed, which was no small task considering the dominatrix boots I was wearing. I felt so powerful while looking down at my restrained submissive. “Clean the inside of my thighs first.”

My pussy was so wet from the pegging session that the fluid had actually leaked down the inside of my legs. Silently, Chris extended his tongue and began to lick and suck the juices from the inside of one of my thighs and then the other. He licked me with such exuberance, like a man possessed, which was incredibly arousing to me. Once I was satisfied that he had done an acceptable job on my thighs, I roughly grabbed his hair and forcibly moved his mouth to my vagina.

"Oh, God," I moaned when his tongue snaked inside my pussy for the first time that evening. Chris had been well trained in the art of cunnilingus, and he knew exactly how I liked it.

"Yeah, just like that, baby," I groaned as he licked the walls of my vagina. His tongue felt like it was inexplicably all over my vulva. My lips, clit, then back inside… over, over, and over.

I tried to hold off my impending orgasm for as long as I could. However, I quickly realized that was an exercise in futility. I was far too worked up and I desperately needed relief. "Oh, fuck, Chris … my clit … just my clit …"

His mouth immediately locked onto my sensitive little bud. He then alternated between a gentle sucking sensation with his mouth that changed to delicately swirling the tip of his tongue over my clit in delicious little circles. “Oh … my … God …"

Almost without warning, my knees went weak, and my body began convulsing almost uncontrollably as wave after wave of my orgasm hit me. The last thing I remembered was holding onto the headboard in a desperate attempt to steady myself so I wouldn't fall onto the floor.

As I was beginning to come down from the peak, I collapsed down onto my knees and clung to Chris, holding him tight, as I began to catch my breath. When I opened my eyes, Chris was smiling at me lovingly. I leaned forward and we kissed passionately. It was always very erotic to me when I could taste myself on his mouth.

My juices were running down the inside of my thighs again and I knew I was more than ready to give that big cock a go. I reached behind me and slowly rubbed the big black cock up and down. I had put on a thin coat of Astroglide before I attached it to the harness, but I could tell that some of it had rubbed off on the sheets. However, I was pretty sure I was wet enough to compensate for any lack of lubrication.

God, it was so thick! I realized that I couldn't fully wrap my fingers around it. It had been so long since I’d had the one that big. Our eyes met. “Just hold still, until I tell you differently.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” he said expectantly.

I grabbed the big cock at the base and rubbed it up and down the lips of my pussy until they split apart, and the head was at my opening. I began to slowly move backward. “Oh, Jesus,” I moaned.

I could feel the head open and then slowly begin to fill me. I wasn't sure how much of it I had gotten inside me, but I had to stop for a few seconds to steady myself and get used to this incredible new sensation. I closed my eyes and began to push back more. I could actually feel the girth of the big, black cock stretching me. “Oh, fuck, Chris.”

I wasn't even sure if he was watching the spectacle that was playing out in front of him because my eyes were closed. To be honest, I didn't even care. I took another deep breath and pushed back until I felt the plastic testicles rest against my body.

I sat motionless for at least a full minute and just tried to adjust to the huge cock that was now impaling me. When my eyes finally opened, Chris's were looking into mine. “It's just so fucking big, Chris,” I stammered.

He remained silent, but a big smile broke across his face. I’d never thought of myself as a ’size queen’. However, this was such an exquisite feeling, I knew I’d want more of it in the future. I began to slowly move forward until I thought the head was close to exiting my body. At that point, I slowly reversed direction until I could feel the plastic balls resting against my bottom again. It was a sensation that could only be described as nearly taking my breath away.

As my body adjusted, I slowly began to pick up the pace. The big dildo was just so incredibly thick. I quickly discovered that, when I leaned forward slightly, the angle changed, which caused the dildo to rub perfectly against my clit. That delicious friction, combined with the incredibly deep penetration that I hadn't experienced in years, was driving me quickly towards orgasm. “Oh, God, Chris … oh, God … I’m gonna …”

It felt as if I was lying on the beach, on the sand, and wave after wave was crashing into me. I passed out for several seconds until finally I came down from the peak and my wits were again about me. I opened my eyes and Chris's met mine. We both broke into big smiles.

“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I've ever seen, Ma'am.”

“Did it make you hot watching your Mistress get off on that black cock?”

“Ma’am, you have no idea.”

The dildo was still completely inside me and unfortunately, I was already getting sore. I hadn't been with another man since I had met Chris over two years ago. The tenderness emanating from between my legs was a testament to the disparity of the size of the toy inside of me and the size of my husband. “Start fucking me with that big black cock, Chris, but slowly.”

I gasped as Chris began moving his hips. I kept my legs open as wide as I could while Chris slowly began to pick up the pace. “Yeah, Baby, just like that, just a little faster.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to steady myself. Within seconds it felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my body. Because I was leaning forward, the dildo was perfectly stimulating my clit again. Chris could easily hear my moaning and panting, and without warning he began bucking his hips wildly, which sent the head of dildo pushing into my cervix.

“Oh, fuck, Chris … yeah … just like that …”

I began shaking and my world went dark. My orgasm was so intense I actually lost consciousness for several seconds. When I came down, I was gasping for breath, and it took several minutes before I was breathing normally again.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that Chris was waiting patiently for me to return. “Are you ready for another go, Ma’am?”

I smiled. “Oh, hell no. I've had more than enough of that thing for one night.”

I lifted myself up, which expelled the big cock from my pussy. I rose from the bed and removed my dominatrix boots and the black corset. Then I returned to the bed, unbuckled the cuffs on Chris's wrists, and collapsed on the bed. Moments later, I could feel him slide up on me, wrap his arms around me, and spoon me tightly. I could feel his erection press against my bottom. I hated to admit it but I was just too exhausted to do anything about it.

It felt so wonderful, my husband holding me in his arms. We lay together for several minutes, and I could tell that I was very close to falling asleep. But before I did, we needed to debrief. I pulled away from him and then flipped over so we were facing each other. “Is there anything we need to discuss?” I said softly.

“It was perfect, Greta. I loved everything you did.”

I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I wanted Chris to share his feelings and he obviously wasn't going to do that without a little prodding. “Tell me what you enjoyed the most, Chris, and at least one thing you didn't like.”

He thought for a moment. “The best part of this session was watching you with that dildo.”  He paused for a moment before continuing. “Can I be totally honest?”

“I expect nothing less from you, Chris.”

“While you were riding that dildo, I was pretending it was a real man, a black man.”

Our faces broke into big smiles. “The cuckolding thing again?”

He looked down and was unable to look me in the eye. Obviously, admitting this to me was quite embarrassing for him. Yet I knew it was something that he really wanted. "Look at me, Chris."

His eyes met mine again. “It's something that I need to think more about. However, I can see it in our future, okay?”

“Okay, Greta.”

There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes while each of us reflected on the amazing evening we’d just experienced. Finally, I broke the silence. “Okay, now tell me the one thing you didn't like.”

“I swear to you, Greta, I loved everything that we did. There was some pain involved when you pegged me. Nonetheless, it made me feel so submissive, so under your control … even the pain added to the experience for me.”

How could I not be satisfied with that response? We leaned in and exchanged a slow, wet, passionate kiss. My world felt perfect. “I'm exhausted, Chris, and I can't hold my eyes open.”

“I'm going to grab a quick shower and try to get some of this Astroglide out of my ass.”

I couldn't help but giggle. Chris gave me one more lingering kiss before gingerly getting out of bed and making his way into the bathroom. Seconds later, I was in a deep, restful sleep.

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It was Monday morning. Liz and I had just finished a grueling two-hour workout with free weights. We had already showered and were sitting in my office sipping our protein shakes and engaging in some ‘chit chat' until … “So, Greta, are you ready to tell me why all of a sudden you wanted to start working out with me?”

I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. Liz was my best friend and I trusted her. She often told me about her dating life in not-so-subtle detail. However, I didn't really reciprocate because I just never had anything interesting to tell her… until now. Without saying a word, I stood up and closed the door to my office. Then I set back down, and our eyes met.

“It's quite a long story, so you'll have to bear with me. It all started when our home computer was running slowly and the first thing I thought of was to pull up the history and erase it …”

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To be continued …