His Deep Submission - A Loving Couple Explores BDSM and Female Domination

by Acton, Kim

  Vicki knew it drove Mike insane. She sucked two of her fingers into her mouth and soaked them. She slid them both inside his ass and felt his contractions run though her hand and into his cock. Mike whimpered as she slid in and out of his ass with the same rhythm that she took his cock down her throat. Mike’s ass was on fire from the whipping and the warmth filled his groin. Vicki’s other hand was stroking and twisting the slick shaft of his cock while her mouth and tongue never stopped. At the same time her fingers swirled and pumped inside his tight ass. It began to overwhelm Mike and he feared the worst. She felt him contracting rhythmically. She raised her head off him for a moment and mercifully commanded, “Cum in my throat immediately, Bitch!” and swallowed him to his balls. Her fingers pressed upward coaxing his prostate to let go and she moaned loudly sending vibrations into his balls.

  Mike felt so relived he nearly cried, he grabbed the sheets with both fists and screamed as loud as he could while wave after wave of climax welled up and then crashed through his body. Vicki could feel the full thickness of his cock then torrents of cum shooting into her throat. Mike kept screaming and cumming as if he was having multiple orgasms. When it finally subsided he laid on the bed limp.

  “What do you say?” reminded Vicki.

  Mike was exhausted and emotional. “Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you so much for…” his voice trailed off and his eyes were closed.

  “Vicki?” he asked softly, making sure she was listening.

  “Yes, Honey?” she replied with some concern.

  Mike said earnestly, “I love you so much. I love you and I appreciate you. You’re the greatest wife in the world. Thank you.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Mike's Public Embarrassment

  A few weeks later Carole called and wanted to know how things were going since they had their lunch together. Vicki was excited to to catch her up on all the news and to thank her for her wise advice. They agreed to meet at a city park where Carole was participating in a kid’s play date with her four year old daughter, Jessica. They sat together on a bench and watched kids playing on outdoor equipment well outside of earshot. They spoke to each other just above a whisper.

  “So, first things first, tell me how it’s going with you and Mike?” Carole asked after giving Vicki a big hug.

  “No, the first thing is to tell you thanks for your advice,” said Vicki.

  “What advice?”

  “Remember when we talked about Mike looking at those pictures online and you said I look at them and talk to him about it?”

  “Oh, that,” remembered Carole. “How’d it go?”

  “Well, we talked and Mike admitted he was basically feeling the same way I was, that things were stale and the spark was gone. He said he had fantasies and that’s what the porn was about.”

  “What sort of stuff was he looking at?” Carole asked quietly.

  “Oh my god. It was serious BDSM stuff where the women dominate the men. Plenty of hardcore discipline and that sort of thing,” Vicki answered with glee.

  “And you’re cool with that?” asked Carole, sounding a bit surprised.

  “I am now,” she laughed, “We’ve been doing a lot of it and it’s been the best sex either of us has ever had. I mean, by far the best!” They both snickered quietly.

  Carole’s daughter came running to her mom to tell her she was thirsty. Carole opened a juice box for her, “Jessica, do you remember my friend, Vicki?” she asked.

  “Hi Vicki,” she said with a smile.

  “Hello, Jessica. You are getting so big,” said Vicki with emphasis.

  Jessica took a few gulps of juice and skipped back to the playground.

  “God, she’s so beautiful, Carole,” said Vicki.

  “Thanks. She’s my angel,” Carole answered with a mother’s pride. “So tell me more about you and Mike. Other than the sex, how are things?”

  “Well, that’s the best part. We’ve been getting along great and he does so much more in the relationship. We talk more, he opens up about anything I ask. I’m sure he was doing it in the beginning just to keep the hot sex coming, but now it seems natural. Anyway, I’m so glad I talked to you last time and that you gave me such great advice,” Vicki gushed.

  “Oh, that all sounds wonderful. I’m glad I was able to help you and that it’s working out so well,” beamed Carole.

  Vicki looked at her watch, “I’ve got to run. We’re going out to dinner tonight and Mike has no idea what he’s in for. Maybe I’ll tell you about it next time we talk.”

  “I’d love some juicy details,” Carole said with a grin.

  That evening Vicki and Mike had a late dinner at a upscale restaurant in the city. Everything proceeded normally until the waitress, who was likely a college student working her way through school, came to the table to take their order. Vicki ordered her meal and when the waitress turned to Mike and asked what he would like he didn’t have the chance to open his mouth before Vicki said to the waitress, “He’ll have the ribeye steak, medium rare with the green beans and a baked potato.”

  Mike was stunned but felt a now familiar shiver run down his spine. It was another lesson in submission, and this time it was in public. The waitress turned to Mike again and said, “Do you want everything on that potato?”

  Again, before he could utter a sound, Vicki answered, “He’ll just have sour cream on it.” The waitress, perhaps wise beyond her years, gave a tiny smile and then turned to fully face Vicki.

  “And what would your husband like to drink?” the waitress asked.

  “He’ll have a glass of the house red wine and I’ll have the white wine please,” answered Vicki with the same tiny smile and just the slightest wink of encouragement.

  Mike blushed. She knew. She could tell he was being trained to be submissive. He felt so dominated and yet it was breathlessly thrilling to him. He felt his erection against this leg. He felt the desire to be owned and controlled and dominated and he was in silent heaven.

  Throughout the meal the waitress returned to the table and became more bold in her questions, always with approving looks from Vicki. “Would your husband like more wine?” “Did he enjoy his ribeye?” and finally a question that made Mike blush with embarrassment and mortification, “Will you be allowing him to have any dessert?”

  Vicki was overjoyed at the waitress’s perception and her ability to play along so well. She tipped her one hundred dollars and made a note of her name in case she wanted to return for more fun with Mike’s public embarrassment. Before they left the table Vicki reached into her purse and removed a small bag. She handed it to Mike and said, “I want you to go to the men’s room and put these on. You have three minutes.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” came Mike’s perplexed reply. He locked himself in one of the stalls before he looked in the bag. To his shock there was an anal plug he had never seen before that was larger than any Vicki had used on him in the past. Perhaps worse, there was a wide leather collar! He felt a cold sweat. He fumbled with the anal plug and looked for lube. There was none. The clock was ticking. Being late would mean god knows what when they got home. He plunged the hard, black rubber plug into his mouth and covered it with as much saliva as he could produce under his stress. He lowered his pants and suffered the private humiliation of ramming the anal plug into his rectum.

  He removed the collar from the bag and was confused at what seemed to be extra parts. After fastening the large buckle he saw it was made with two small chains that each had a nasty clip at the end. Nipple clamps. He unbuttoned his shirt and attached the ruthless clamps to his nipples. He was flooded with new sensations. In a public place he felt the fullness of his anal penetration, the torment of his nipples and the humiliation of wearing a collar that might be visible even under a fully buttoned shirt.

  Mike walked stiffly back to the table looking straight ahead and tried hard not to do anything that would give him away or draw attention. He was sure every person was looking at him and every patron’s quiet comment w
as about how something was under his shirt or that he was walking strangely.

  “You’re late. You’re really going to get it tonight,” said Vicki. That was one of her favorite things; telling Mike in a matter of fact tone that he was going to have something done to him later. She knew it drove him wild with anticipation. The more vague she was the better since it forced him to think of every possibility and to visualize them being done to him.

  In the car leaving the restaurant Vicki asked Mike how he liked his dinner and his trip to the men’s room. He told her how he was intensely embarrassed and at the same time how incredibly exciting and arousing the experience was. He said her the waitress must have known what was happening and that he was humiliated but but it turned him on like nothing else. He told her how waves and waves of humility and submission washed over him and that it was like being high on a drug. The fact it all happened outside of their bedroom, outside of the isolation of their home make it fantastically exhilarating. Vicki smiled and told him it was just a small test to see if he was ready to go to the next level.

  “What next level?” asked Mike. Vicki did not answer.

  She turned down a street lined with industrial buildings and warehouses. They parked the car and walked into an alley where a single lightbulb hung over a door marked ‘Private: No Admittance.’ Vicki banged hard on the door. She turned to Mike and ordered, “Michael, remove your shirt right now!”

  Mike instantly replied, “Yes, Ma’am!” but could not believe he was about to bare his chest and let whoever answered the door see his collar and his nipple clamps. He trembled beside her and desperately hoped nobody would answer the knock. Vicki banged again and a moment later the door flew open. A young woman stood in the doorway clad in leather boots, chaps that left her best parts fully exposed and a vest made from lengths of chain that did almost nothing to hide her breasts.

  “The Mistress is expecting us,” was all Vicki said.

  The girl smiled and replied, “Please come right in.” She looked Mike up and down and didn’t bat an eye. It was only then Mike noticed the young woman was also wearing a collar.

  Inside the building was an open warehouse made into a party room with a large stage at one end and a dozen or so sofas and chairs arranged in small groups that mostly faced the stage. There was booming house music, colored lights flashed and laser beams traced lines around the entire room. Men and women were seated and standing in small groups. Most were half naked. Some women were fully clothed but for breasts and genitals completely exposed. Many of them wore leashes or had hands and arms bound behind their backs. Several men strolled around in leather chaps with their genitals exposed and in various states of arousal. Several people were on the stage participating in the flogging of a naked woman fastened to a wooden horse and bound at her wrists and ankles.

  Mike was in a fog wondering what was going on and what was going to happen next. Vicki did her best to appear nonchalant and looked around the room searching faces. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to see her friend the dom. “Rebecca, there you are! I’m so glad to see you. Thank you for inviting us. This place is so amazing,” gushed Vicki as she hugged Rebecca.

  “I’m glad you came. We do one of these parties a couple of times a month. Just keep your eyes open and you’ll learn a lot,” said Rebecca. She was wearing a black latex bodysuit that showed off her amazing curves and allowed maximum bare cleavage to spill into view. The waist was cinched with a tight leather belt that had two leather punishment straps hanging from it. Mike loved the look of her outfit, but he couldn’t get his mind or his eyes off of the long, thick strap-on she was also wearing. It hung down like a porn star’s cock and swayed as she gestured.

  “So this is your submissive husband?’ she said to Vicki. “Shall we show him how we use subs to entertain us at our parties?” she asked?

  “That’s why he’s here,” said Vicki. She turned to Mike, “Michael, I expect you to do everything the Mistress tell you. Do you understand?” said Vicki.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” came the instant reply, but his pleading eyes revealed his fear.

  Rebecca took a step back and sized up Mike. She was delighted to see his muscular arms and chest and his athletic build. She also liked his collar and nipple clamps and could tell by the purple color of his nipples that he had been wearing them for a long time. “Looks like those nipples have simmered long enough.” She plucked off the clamps and watched in amusement as he winced and twisted at the pain of their release. “Mmmm, doesn’t that feel good? Taking them off is always the best part.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Rebecca was always the center of attention at the parties and her conversation with Vicki already drew a few nearby revelers who had been checking out newcomers. Mike grew more embarrassed by the minute. Rebecca could see it and knew exactly what to do. “Well, I see some people are interested in knowing you better and I’m sure you want to experience our little soiree, so…” she looked Mike in the eyes and her tone stiffened, “…remove all your clothes and let’s get you on the stage for everyone.”

  Mike was horrified and snapped his head to look at Vicki.

  “Do it!” said Vicki, her arms folded across her chest.

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  Mike sheepishly surveyed the crowd of onlookers who were leering in amusement. He kept his eyes lowered as he dropped the shirt he had in his hand, kicked off his shoes, removed his socks then pulled down his pants and underwear in one movement. He kicked all of the clothes to the wall and stood for inspection.

  There were a few applause from the onlookers and that drew even more unwanted attention to Mike. Rebecca’s eyes went straight to his cock. It was mostly flaccid but noticeably rising. She looked at Vicki. “I’d prefer his cock to be limp, at least until we put him on the stage,” she said. “Do you whip his cock, Vicki?”

  Vicki stammered her answer, “No,” then added, “not yet, anyway,” trying not to sound like an amateur.

  Rebecca smiled and removed a small whip from her belt. It looked like a miniature cat o nine tails about a foot long. “You should get a good penis whip, Rebecca,” she instructed. “When I administer discipline I like to make the sub assist whenever it’s feasible. In this case he’ll stretch his own cock straight out and hold it there while I whip it.” She looked at Mike, “Hold only the tip and stretch it out,” she ordered.

  Mike heard the crowd around him get quieter as he complied. She brought the whip down on his tight, outstretched cock with vicious intensity. Mike howled and went onto his tip toes. Five more strokes quickly followed and the crowd began to hoot and cheer. Vicki’s eyes were wide with amazement as she saw the red marks of the whip form on Mike’s thick cock shaft. Rebecca swung the whip upward and applied the leather to the tender underside of his shaft. He screamed louder and three more lashes landed in quick succession. The crowd loved it and applauded again.

  Rebecca replaced the whip on her belt and told Mike to get on the stage. He had to walk the length of the party room stark naked but for his leather collar and the anal plug still in his soon to be whipped ass. Some people clapped as he walked past their seats. Earlier that evening he walked from the restaurant mens room to his table and was afraid someone saw a glimpse of his collar or noticed he walked awkwardly. The thought of that embarrassed him supremely. An hour later he was completely naked amongst strangers who knew he was a submissive husband who had been forced to obediently facilitate in his own cock whipping and was about to get on the stage and receive worse. He felt his ego leave his body. He was His Wife’s to use for her enjoyment and amusement, and he loved it.

  There were three doms and five submissives on the stage. Some of the subs had their hands bound behind them, two were on their knees. One was licking a dom’s pussy, two were sucking a dom’s cock, one was having heavy weights attached to his scrotum and the woman still strapped on the horse was being aggressively fucked in her mouth by the man with the flogger. It was an orgy of pansexual t
orment and gratification.

  Rebecca walked Mike to the center of the stage and told him to watch the woman on the horse. A dom held the sub by her hair while he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. She was tied so securely that no part of her body could move and she could only take the abuse without protest. When he came he pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated copious cum onto her face and hair to the approving hoots and whistles of the crowd.

  It was Mike’s turn on the horse.

  Rebecca bent him over at the waist and fastened his wrists and ankles. His legs were spread apart and his cock and balls were dangling freely while his chest was pressed into the leather horse. She turned to address the crowd, “My friend has brought us her newly submissive husband to learn what submission really is and to provide some entertainment for us!” The crowd clapped and cheered. Rebecca spread Mike’s ass cheeks and gripped the anal plug. She slowly twisted it and eased it out of his ass with tantalizing slowness. He felt it stretch his sphincter and his cock twitched to life for the first time after its whipping. Rebecca held up the plug for the audience, “Look at the tiny thing I found in his tight, little ass?” Laugher ran through he room. “I’d fuck him right now but you all know how I hate to fuck a cold ass!” More laughter.

  Rebecca removed the leather whip from her belt. It was a braided leather single tail whip about five feet in length. She stepped back and let the whip uncoil onto the floor. She cracked it in the air and Mike felt his body tense in anticipation and fear. At the sound of the cracking whip the audience grew quiet. With the practiced skill of a professional she laid the first stroke across the center of Mike’s ass. He howled. She gave him another. Another scream. She gave him a third. He tried to scream again but was out of breath. Two more landed. Mike’s body started to go limp. He focused his mind to let go of all resistance and simply take the whip. Again, he felt his ego leave him and he became a thing to be played with by others. The whipping continued.