You Thought I Would Never Do It

"Okay, start slow with the controls, and let's see what response we can generate." I felt -- and heard -- a buzzing sensation start up deep within me. At first it was a fairly generalized all-over sort of thing, but then the focus started to concentrate in one area -- near the top where something seemed to be moving back and forth. My butt started twitching involuntarily in response. It was almost like what happens when my finger goes inside Kaci's vagina and strokes her g-spot -- her whole pelvis starts to thrash about. Kaci suddenly turned up the intensity, and my pelvis began to mimic hers -- I couldn't believe what was happening inside me. My cock, tightly encased within the clamped down tube as it was, couldn't really respond the way I could tell it wanted to, so I focused on what was happening in my ass. Someone began twisting the vibrator around -- my sense of the rubbing sensation would diminish and then enhance again depending on where it was placed. I finally couldn't help myself and let out a grown of pleasure. "Ooohhhh, My Goooooodddddd".

"I think we'll allow that reaction", Mistress Marne said. "You must be doing something right."

"I never knew this could be so much fun," responded Kaci. "I love it when Cal puts a vibrator way up inside me, but it hadn't really considered that I could do the same for him. This is definitely something we will try at home."

"Are you ready for one more ass game?" asked Mistress Marne.

"Oh yes, of course". I felt the vibrations begin to diminish, though again, Kaci couldn't help but be a bit of a tease moving them higher and then lower as she generally headed towards off. Finally, she did shut it off, and slowly pulled the vibrator back out of my butt. "Wow!" This was a different 'wow' than the one she uttered when she saw my flaming ass. "Okay, what's next?"

"Well, I presume it's fair to say that you have never fucked your husband?"

"Oh my! No, I haven't, and that's not something that has even occurred to me, or that Cal has ever suggested he might like."

"Well, I highly recommend it. It can feel really terrific for Cal, and it's the ultimate in you being in control, which I think you told me he asks for. I think you should try it. I have a range of dildos here you could pick from -- some are very realistic cocks, if you're into that, and some are more abstract in terms of shapes -- and here's a harness that happens to coordinate with what you're wearing. And, we can adjust the table so that his ass will be at just the right height for you."

I heard Kaci gulp with uncertainty. I figured this was a point where Mistress Marne wouldn't mind if I said something, so I took a chance and piped up. "Kaci, go ahead and do it. You placed your faith in Mistress Marne, she's giving you her best advice, and I'm positioned to submit. Pick a good one!"

"Well, okay, I guess we can give it a try,' said Kaci. "Let's see......... this one? Or maybe this?" I sensed that Kaci was picking up the various dildos and trying to decide which to use. "Oh, what the heck, let's go for it. I pick this one. Honey, I'm not going to tell you just how realistic, or how big, or even what color this thing I'm going to put inside you will be. You'll just have to use your imagination. But remember.... you asked for a good one....."

"Excellent choice. He'll enjoy it. Now, it goes through the harness like this..... and then we buckle it around you like this..... and now you're ready to go. Normally I would suggest some sort of foreplay to get his ass ready for you, but we're already done that. Let me adjust the table."

I heard Mistress Marne pick up that remote control again, and suddenly the table I was strapped to began to move lower. I was still effectively supported by my knees on the side pads and my torso on the table itself, with my thighs spread wide and my arms stretched out over my head, and my ass pointed up and totally exposed. Clearly, I had no control whatsoever over what would come next.

I felt Kaci move between my legs. She bumped up against the spreader bar, and Mistress Marne spoke up to say "Oh, it looks like we'll have to remove that bar. No worries, we can still restrain his ankles." She fussed around a bit, unclipping the bar from the table and then from my ankles, which gave me a chance to give each leg a quick stretch before she reclipped the ankle cuffs to a hook at the lower end of the pads my knees rested on. "There you go, my dear. What a beautiful sight. Have at him."

Kaci stepped closer, and I felt something firm moving around and exploring my perineum and stroking up and down my ass crack. My balls, of course were still inside their cage and unavailable. Suddenly I heard, and felt, a "squirt" as another dose of lube got applied to my asshole, or maybe to the pretend cock I was about to get fucked with. Then, there was pressure at my anus before it suddenly began to get filled up again.

"Take it slow at first, honey. That's a pretty big one. Think about how you best like for him to insert himself into your vagina, and do the same for him. Then you can really let him have it."

Kaci pushed a couple inches in, then slowly backed out, then back in again, a little further. Each time a little further, until finally, I felt her body up against mine and her fake cock was deep within me. God, she had picked a big one! Kaci ground around a little bit, getting herself settled.

"Okay Honey, I'm in control now, just like you always tell me you want. Are you liking it? Are you happy? Are you ready to get fucked? I know I enjoy it when, after you are deep inside me, you get as rough as you can with that perfect cock of yours, and I want to give you just that kind of experience."

Kaci had literally never before spoken to me in this manner, so with the help of Mistress Marne she was clearly getting into a new role with this gift she had given me. I felt her pull back a few inches, and then 'WHAM' she thrust herself forward, jamming the head of the cock-thing up against whatever my anal equivalent of her cervix might be. 'WHAM!' 'WHAM!!!!!' I could feel my prostate begin to respond. Her crotch was banging up against my ass, with a rhythmic 'SLAP SLAP SLAP!!!!!' She was picking up speed, clearly doing her best to fuck my ass as vigorously as she could. Then, in a sudden change of pace, she slowly withdrew almost all the way out, before slowly advancing back in again. I felt and heard the table adjust downwards slightly, as Mistress Marne gave her a different angle to work with, and the next time she launched herself into me she must have landed squarely on my prostate, as my body involuntarly jerked and I cried out in surprise.

"Clearly, my dear, you have a talent for this. If his cock wasn't restrained and contained he would probably be cumming over everything now, but we're going to have to release him -- sort of -- for that to happen. Why don't you give him a few more good thrusts and then we'll take a break before our next activity?

"Oh My God, this is so much fun. Honey, your ass is in real trouble for the rest of our lives. Okay, here goes...." And with that Kaci went back to fucking my ass as hard as she could, thrusting in and out maybe another twenty times or so, before she finally backed off and withdrew for good. My ass felt heavily-used, bordering very close to raw. I guess there is value to using lots of good lube, though perhaps, whatever soreness I might have felt on the inside was being masked by the pain still lighting up my outside.

"Whew! I'm a little worn out from all that back-and forth action," admitted Kaci, as Mistress Marne helped her out of the harness. "I don't know what you have planned next, but I think I may go back to watching for awhile."

"Well, you can take a break, but I do have one more role for you to play today. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure," responded Mistress Marne. After freeing Kaci, she moved over to me, and unclipped first my ankle cuffs, then the ones binding my wrists to the table. "Okay, see if you can stand up," she offered in a kind voice. I discovered that wasn't as easy as it sounds, as my leg muscles were pretty cramped and sore. Plus I still had devices and weights attached to my cock and balls, pulling them down and upsetting my balance.

"Oh, you look pretty cute in those", said Kaci with a big smile. "We may have to get some for ourselves."

"I'm sure you may be adding to your toy collection. In fact, I can help you order anything you might like," said Mistress Marne. "But for now, it's time to let those loose," and she reached down, unclipped the clamps on the tube freeing my cock, loosened the ring and extracted my balls from the cage. "Here, Kaci, why don't you apply a little of this ointment to those tools of his. Maybe even to his ass cheeks, if you like, since they are quite red. Would either of you like a drink before we move on?"

I couldn't quite believe there was still more coming, but I thought it better not to ask. Kaci and I both took a deep drink of water, while Kaci just briefly ministered to my mid-section. Then Mistress Marne dropped her friendly persona and returned to form as a dominatrix. "Okay, let's get started. Kaci, feel free to go sit and rest for a few minutes. You, bend over and grab your ankles." I did as instructed, effectively presenting my ass to the world again. She walked over to the table, picked up a very large, smooth, metal butt plug, and returned to my side. "You may recall I mentioned we weren't done with these. This is size five, the biggest I have, let's see how it fits. You should have plenty of room after that fucking Kaci delivered." She gave the plug a squirt of lube, positioned it at my asshole, and slowly began to push and twist. It actually slid right in, without too much resistance, but I had to admit it felt really, really big. My ass was stuffed.

"That went in nicely. Now come over here and lean back onto this." "This" turned out to be a sort of a spoked half-wheel, maybe eight feet in diameter, standing semi-vertically and attached to some equipment at its hub, with a padded surface on the curve to lie against. I placed my ass against it and leaned back until my head was resting against the wheel. "Excellent. Give me your hand," and she grabbed one hand, pulled it down towards the center of the wheel, and affixed the wrist cuff to a clip. Then she walked around the wheel to the other side, grabbed my other wrist, and did the same. Then she stepped back, almost as if she wanted to admire her work.

"This is one of my newest devices -- I've only used it once before. You look pretty comfortable there." I was standing though leaning backwards, my shoulders pressed back against the padded wheel, my head lying back and effectively looking up at the ceiling, and my cock standing straight out in front of me. "However, I do think an accessory or two is in order," she added. Stepping over to her chest of drawers, she pulled out one drawer, then another, considering a couple of options before deciding. "These will be just right," she murmured, quietly. Mistress Marne came back to the wheel, stood directly in front of me, smiled and held out her clenched fist before spreading her fingers to show me what she had. It was a pair of nipple clamps, and she took care to be sure I saw that rather than simply some sort of pads, these clamps had very small teeth on either side of the jaws. They would cling tight, and hurt if abruptly removed, I was sure of that. She attached one to my left nipple, tugged a bit to see how tight it was, removed it to adjust the tension (I was pretty sure she tightened it, not the other way), then clamped it back in place, immediately causing a sharp stinging sensation. After a bit of fiddling, she clamped the other onto my right nipple with similar effect. Now, I could see they the clamps were linked with a chain in the shape of a "Y", with a small ring at the other end of the end of the tail piece. She smiled again, reached down and took hold of my erect cock, and fastened the ring onto it, just below the head. The length was just the way she wanted it.... If my cock was pointing upwards, there was a bit of slack in the chain, but if it bounced around or pointed anywhere below straight out, the chain pulled on the clamps. "Perfect!" she announced, stepping back to review her handiwork. My nipples were already feeling the painful effects of the little clamped teeth.

Mistress Marne reached for her master control box once again, fiddling with the buttons and switches. Suddenly the wheel began slowly rotating backwards, lifting my feet off the ground. It kept turning until she had my cock and balls positioned just at the top, with my feet hanging off the sides and my head now somewhat upside down looking backwards. My weight was squarely on my ass, meaning that it was squarely on that size five butt plug, which was well-jammed up inside me. Mistress Marne grabbed one ankle and affixed it to the same clip that claimed my wrist on that side, then did the same thing on the other. I was effectively hog-tied, with my cock and balls prominently on display. The only advantage I had was that my cock now tended to tilt towards my nipples, releasing some of the pull from the chain.

"Excellent!" Mistress Marne seemed very pleased with herself. I felt some trepidation at what might be coming. "Oh, there are so many implements I could use on you now. Which one shall I start with..... which one.....?" Now, I was truly concerned, though I had to admit, the unknown element to this was delighting my cock and making it wave about excitedly -- and hence painfully a bit higher up my chest.

"I think this time I'll begin with a blindfold. No need for you to know what's coming." Mistress Marne opened a drawer, pulled out a deep red (that color again) velvet blindfold, laid it over my eyes and fastened the strap tightly. I was plunged into darkness.

"Now, let's see....." Apparently Mistress Marne was back at her treasure chest, contemplating what to pull out. I heard her footsteps return towards me, then silence, then....... Something soft and tingly began caressing my cock, which jumped in response. "Oh, you like that?" queried Mistress Marne, not seeking an answer. "I thought I would start out gently." I sensed her stepping around so that she was at the end of the wheel, facing my spread thighs, and whatever this was began to torment my balls, upper legs, then down the outside of one calf to its foot, fastened to the hub of the wheel, before returning back up the inside to just below my crotch, then back down the other leg. I am pretty ticklish, and I frequently encourage Kaci to be frisky and tickle me as much as she wants. She, on the other hand, hates being tickled and so doesn't understand the attraction, so I don't actually get it much. This experience totally tickled, a lot, and I was involuntarily squirming and jerking my legs trying to escape the sensations. Of course, all that movement only generated pull on the chain attached to my nipple clamps, which caused those little teeth to tighten and bite down on me. The contrast between the tickles to my lower half, and the torment at my chest was driving me crazy, but I was powerless to do anything about it.

Mistress Marne seemed to be shifting around to my right side, and she brought that tickle device right up the side of my belly to my chest, seemingly doing her best to cause me to try and twist away, further tightening the pull on the chain and the excruciating grip of the clamps. I had a moment of peace before the tickler landed on my left side, causing me to twist in the opposite direction. She had so sensitized me that with the slightest touch of the feather -- for I had decided that's what it had to be - it was impossible to keep my body still. Finally, she retreated back to where this had all started -- my cock - for a final bout of ticklish attention that caused my shaft, and the ring attached to its end, to dance wildly about. Those teeth gripped even harder, and finally I couldn't take any more. "AARRRRGGGHHHHHH" I yelled. "STOP THAT!"

"I don't believe I've been properly addressed with that remark," Mistress Marne said with a tone of irritation in her voice. "Did you mean to use your safe word? You may answer me, if you can be respectful of my role here." Her tortuous tickles ceased, as she apparently waited for a response from me. I lay there for a moment, trying to recover my breath. Did I really want this to stop? The truth was, I had no desire to give either Kaci or Mistress Marne the satisfaction of giving in. "No, Mistress, no safe word. You were driving me crazy with all that and I just couldn't help myself. I'm sorry for calling out and for not addressing you properly as Mistress."

"Very well, we'll continue. It's amazing what effect one little eagle feather can create, isn't it? But I'll take pity on you and move to something else. Actually, I think I'll use two of these, since you failed to show proper respect." I heard her rustling about in her drawer before returning to my side. In the next moment, two sharp pinpricks landed below my belly, just above and to either side of my cock. They moved, and immediately I knew what she was up to now. "Your wife told me you like this tool," she whispered to me, and she was right, I love it when Kaci runs our little pinwheel around my body. "I will not be as kind with them as she is, however," came another whisper, and suddenly there were teeth pressing in on either side of my cock, slowly rolling towards the head. That's the one area where with Kaci, this little implement can cause some pain if she's not careful, but it seemed that with Mistress Marne, the care she took was actually to cause the pain, and I yelped as the two wheels came together right at the top of my cock-head. "Silence, you know the rule," she whispered again, rolling the wheels back down my cock and onto my balls. I had never experienced two spiked pinwheels at once, and my body wasn't sure what to make of it. Mistress Marne must have spent another fifteen minutes rolling them all around my body -- my underarms were also quite sensitive as of course were the areas around my nipples, especially since I couldn't help but twist around, trying in vain to escape but only succeeding in pulling on the nipple clamps -- before apparently deciding it was again time to move on.

A minute of two of silence passed. Then, suddenly out of the blue, something long and thin landed softly across the tops of my thighs. If lifted and landed again, just a little harder, but not at all painfully. "Do you know what this is?" asked Mistress Marne. "You may answer....".

"I.... I.... I th-think.... it feels like that cane you used in the beginning?"

It lifted off my legs and I could suddenly hear a 'whish, whish, whiiiiissshhhhhing' sound as she waved it about in the air. The it landed again, again softly, this time just above my cock. "Well, you're close, but this one is much thinner and whippier. This switch is actually one of my favorite toys. When properly applied, it leaves a delightful thin red stripe wherever it lands. I love applying them in a pattern. It takes a couple of weeks before they eventually disappear. The switch lifted again, and came down again, very close to my cock, this time a bit harder with just a bit of a sting. "Are you intrigued? Would you like me to continue with this? You may answer again."

Am I intrigued? What kind of a question is that? But I realize that yes, I am a bit intrigued, or curious maybe, about just what this favorite toy of hers might feel like. "Ye -- yes, I think so....", I respond hesitantly.

"Well, that's good. But I'll tell you what. If you're intrigued, then this is a punishment you'll have to earn. I have a challenge for you, and it's one I think you will enjoy whether you win or lose. If you complete it successfully, you'll have the opportunity to experience this delicacy. But if you fail, then I'm afraid we'll be done for the evening. "Will you accept my challenge? You may answer."