I walked into the house. It was immaculate as I knew it would be. I looked for my wife and couldn’t find her. There was no noise or sound in the house. I walked to the kitchen. There I found a single red rose. I smiled. My wife had a surprise for me. She always left a rose to signal I was to bring it to our room, our special place.

I didn’t hurry. 

I’d had a long day at work as we were planning my company IPO. I was already worth a lot of money, but going public would make me filthy rich. My wife had been living in the lap of luxury for some time, it was just going to be more luxurious from now on. She didn’t have to work, there were no kids to take care of, no pets, just this big house on the coast of California overlooking the Pacific with views up and down Malibu.

Whatever surprise she had, I knew I would make her wait a little longer.

I fixed myself a double Manhattan in a big glass with lots of ice. I surveyed the view. Glorious. No neighbors nearby either. Private.

Finishing the drink, I fixed myself another and grabbed a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne from the chiller and a couple of long stem glasses.

I took off my clothes, grabbed the alcoholic refreshments and headed downstairs.

I punched the code into our room before I entered it. 

There she was. 30-years old of glorious beauty, 20-years my junior. I was blessed with god genes, was athletic and fit, but even then seeing her beauty each time gave me pause. And she was totally and completely mine. My dick hardened. 

She couldn’t say anything at the moment so I walked up to her.

The workmanship (and I’m not being anti-woman since the work could have been done by a woman) was superb.

She was constrained by a series of ropes from the ceiling. She had a full leather hood over her head meaning she was blind and deaf to any other sensation than touch. The connections from the ceiling against her skin were a series of padded cuffs and belts, one around her waist, one just below her magnificent though not too big breasts, and one harness held her shoulders in place. Her hands were tied behind her back. I looked to see why she couldn’t talk. I initially thought it was a ball gag, but as I looked closer it was even more advanced than that. Attached to her nipples were butterfly clamps with weights on the connecting chain. I could see that if she moved just right, the pressure would go off of the nipple clips relieving the pressure, but to do that, the way the pulley system worked, her head would move down and she’d have to engulf more of the dildo that was on the end of the rod and deep enough there was no way for her to spit it out. Her head was locked into position so she’d have to take the dildo deep down her throat to get nipple relief. Brilliant.

I looked at her from the rear. Her knees were locked apart with a steel rod. Her ankles were locked apart with a steel rod. Another rod held a double dildo, with both ends inserted into my lovely wife's orifices. I watched her flex trying to relieve some pressure, somewhere. As she dropped her chest to relieve pressure to her nipples, her head went down on the dildo in her mouth, as she flexed her head up, her butt went backwards into the dildo, depending on what speed and what she clenched, the dildo in her ass or her pussy would get the most pressure. When she did that, she reflexively would push away from those dildos, pull her chest up, shiver with the pain from the weight on her nipples. The push and pull, strain and release, stretch and groan was near constant. 

My wife is highly orgasmic. She must have been in a constant state of arousal with each wave of pain met by a wave of ecstasy. And again and again.

She couldn’t stop. She didn’t stop. She kept giving herself pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain.

I continued to look at how this was all set up. She was on a platform bed with black plastic stretched across it tight. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw copious amounts of cum all over the bed and her. Cum was dripping out of her pussy and ass.

Whoever had been there, had left only minutes before I arrived.

Since the room was locked and secure, you had to be invited. Since the whole setup had to have taken a long to set up and balance, my wife had to consent all along the way. This was not hurried, haphazard or done without her input, without consent from the one who was going to be receiving the reward of pain and pleasure. The presence of multiple cum sources also meant that 5-6 maybe as many as 10 male participants were required. Knowing that each male would be vetted, medically tested and driven to the house in a closed truck without any outside stimulus or location markers ensuring total anonymity for the participants as well as the recipient, was a gargantuan feat of planning. And skill. My wife had planned it all. Yes, we did have a number of trusted associates that did a part of the procurement work, but the plan was all my wife’s.

I loved that woman.

Now all that was left for me was my participation. She didn’t know if there might be more men or another round of men coming in her holes. She had no sense that I was there. 

I could also tell my wife was getting tired. I have no idea how long she’d been in this cycle of lust and pain and pleasure, but she was really starting to struggle

I also realized that I couldn’t be any less aggressive than the previous men. She had set this all up for me. If I was to partake of her submission, her degradation, her total lack of control, I was to take control. I needed to take her and take her hard. She wanted no less. She did not want to go through with all of this, to have me not take her hard. She demanded it. To do less would demean her of this gift she was giving to me.

I pulled the double dildos roughly out of her vagina and ass and inserted my raging dick back into her ass. As I pushed in cum came flooding out. She’d been worked over hard, her anus was stretched, I popped right in but as I pounded her, she adjusted to me. I pulled out and moved to her pussy below. It was soaked and as I entered her she began squirting, when she did that she shrieked in a muffled sort of way as her chest pulled up, the full weight of the nipples were engaged, her throat was engorged with the dildo in her mouth and as I kept pushing into her as her orgasm soared to new and higher highs.

Then she tensed her body so that her throat and neck was completely filled with the dildo, she squirted again, she convulsed upward so her tits strained against the total weight attached, her vagina contracted, and I pulsed stream after stream of cum into her cunt. 

She passed out cold.

I came so hard I could barely stand.

The restraints were meticulously prepared so releasing her was relatively easy. I did so tenderly, lovingly. Once released I was able to get her to the shower attached to the room. I began the lengthy and joyous process of cleaning her of all the signs of her depravity. She had no marks on her body, an essential part of the plan. Neither of us had tattoos or piercings other than her ears were pierced. We weren’t into that. Likewise, we didn’t go for whips or spankings or anything that could leave a scar or a mark even if temporary. She went in as my beautiful loving submissive wife, she’d emerge as my beautiful loving submissive wife. I enjoyed this part of the process even though in her heightened state of satiation, she seemed to continue quaking with delight when I touched her in certain ways. Her responsiveness also was an outgrowth of my commitment to her not to abandon her or leave her alone after she fulfills her and my fantasies.

Finally I had her in a robe, and headed to our bedroom. I’d forgotten the champagne, so once she was in bed, I left and returned to the room to retrieve it. When I got back to the bedroom she was propped up, excited, anticipatory, wanting to know what I thought of the surprise I had received. I poured the champagne and she perked up even further. I handed her a glass filled with bubbly. We drank, we shared a champagne kiss.

I leaned and whispered in her ear, “Next week I am the sub.” She smiled and replied, “As you wish, Master.” As she said this, I detected an excited glimmer in her eyes.