Laying Down the Law-1

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Laying Down the Law I’ve just caught my precious young husband of less than a week cheating on me! Well, maybe not actively, technically cheating. What he’s been doing is looking at pornography on the internet, and m**********g to it. But that’s just as bad as cheating, in my book. Number one, he should never be looking at or thinking about, much less lusting after, any woman at all other than his wife, right? Am I not more alluring to him than any other woman in the world? He can bet his sweet ass I am! With my thick, wonderfully lustrous black hair, naturally huge and firm and upswept breasts, long strong legs, trim flat belly, big muscular butt and incredibly lovely face I am stunningly gorgeous. Number two, he should never, ever be touching himself like that! His entire life, s****l, social and otherwise, should revolve completely around me. That kind of secret, solitary pleasure is a betrayal of the most fundamental kind. He has f****d up big-time! But that’s actually all right, in a way, at least this once. This great sin of his has presented me with the perfect opportunity to implement all of my carefully made plans, to establish precisely the right kind of relationship that we must have now that we’re finally married. I have actually been waiting for and dreaming of this day for all my life, and here it is at last. From this moment onward I shall own my carefully groomed and chosen mate absolutely. His every waking thought and deepest sleeping dream shall henceforth always be about pleasing me. I’ve already accumulated everything I need to captivate and dominate him permanently. It’s all hidden away in my closet, just waiting for this magic moment. Now it’s finally time to get to work on making this the most perfect marriage ever imagined! Slim young Timmy stands before me, shamefaced and fidgeting. His eyes are downcast; his pants around his ankles and his formerly urgent erection drooping sadly as I wind up my lecture on the above points. “Do you understand me boy? If you want to keep me as your wife, you have to honor your marriage vows always and completely. You swore to love, honor, cherish, and above all obey me every minute of every day for the rest of your life. Looking at other women, even on a computer screen, is an unpardonable sin against me. Playing with your p***s is even worse, and doing them together! Frankly I’m speechless. You have been an appallingly naughty boy. It’s obvious to me that this relationship needs to be formalized around some strict new parameters. Now, do want to remain my husband?” “Yes ma’am,” Timmy meekly husks, still unable to look me in the face. Oh how perfect he is! Of course I always knew it would be like this. Timmy has been a wimpy little mamma’s boy his entire life. I know, because I’ve been a good friend and mentor to his teenage single mother since before he was even born. I’ve watched him grow up tiny, timid, meek and submissive; stunted in all the right ways and always caught squirming helplessly under the firm thumb of his pitilessly domineering mother. Wholly approving, even secretly delighted, I constantly encouraged her as she methodically molded little Timmy into the perfect kind of man for me. Then, when she fortuitously began failing and ultimately died of cancer last month, I stepped right into her place. After providing years of comfort and emotional support I wasted no time at all in first seducing and then quickly marrying the reticent little eighteen year-old virgin my best friend had left behind. Just in time, too. At thirty-seven I am nearly twice Timmy’s age and yet still in my gorgeous prime, perfectly suited to assume the role of s****l superior s***h mother-surrogate, the ultimate authority figure in his life on every psychological level. He has been perfectly bred and conditioned to succumb to me absolutely. And after this most incredible night he will be my slave for life. “Does that mean you will now obey me instantly in everything? That you will always devote your every last energy toward keeping me happy, and above all sexually fulfilled until the day I die? That in addition to vigorous s****l service you will also do all the housework, all the cooking and cleaning and everything else, and also incessantly pamper me every day of my life?” “Of course, beautiful Susan. Whatever I have to do to keep you happy I swear I will. I love you unstintingly!” “Good! You are a very good boy. To start with then, I don’t want you to ever call me Susan again. You don’t deserve such familiarity. From now on you will address me respectfully as Ma’am at all times. I don’t want you to ever forget my total authority over you, not even for an instant. Is that understood?” “Yes Ma’am.” “Good. Now, take the rest of your clothes off and sit on the foot of the bed. We need to make sure you are never tempted to cheat on me in any way ever again. Then, after I punish you for your wicked act of double betrayal today, we will have some supremely fulfilling s*x. I will teach you once and for all about the devilish delights a dominant older woman like me can have in her repertoire! Believe me, when I’m through with you tonight boy, you won’t ever think for an instant about s*x with some nasty little anonymous internet strumpet again!” Without another word Timmy obeys me, his p***s now completely limp with appropriate chagrin. Perfect. From my secret stash in the closet then I withdraw the chastity belt I’ve chosen for him. Then I return to where he waits respectfully naked on the edge of the bed. Poor five-foot six-inch Timmy is so naïve he only watches perplexedly as I strap the wide leather belt about his waist. But then I poke his limp p***s into the down-curving metal sleeve, tighten the steel restraint about the base of his balls and then lock everything up tight. At last he gapes his understanding up at me. “Yes boy,” I confirm for him. “This is a chastity belt. From now on you can’t f**k, masturbate or even have an erection unless I allow it.” Grinning at his appalled dismay I place the key on a chain and hang it around my neck. I will never use it again of course, but he doesn’t know that. Let its constant presence between my breasts be a daily torment, reminder, and insurance of his eternal obedience. To that end I fondle the protruding head of his c**k and gently squeeze his never-again-to-be-emptied balls as I husk seductively down at him. “Now your s*x life is entirely under my control. Every little bit of pleasure – or relief from pain – you experience from now on is entirely up to me. If you don’t please me extravagantly and absolutely every single minute of every single day of my life, then the two times we’ve f****d so far and all of your filthy earlier teenaged m**********n will be the only orgasmic release you will experience in all your life. You’ll otherwise be relegated to just eating my p***y and satisfying my more bizarre, truly overwhelming carnal cravings. So you’d better be good, huh, you little slut-boy?” Leaving him gaping at his throbbing, imprisoned genitals then, and contemplating the fifty-plus years of chastity likely lying ahead of him, I quickly gather up the two big pillows from the head of the bed and stack them atop each other in the exact middle. Then I retrieve my riding crop from the closet. Smacking this suggestively against my palm, I strut back over to my suddenly fearfully cringing young husband. “Yes boy,” I gloat, flying high on how well everything is progressing so far. “It’s definitely punishment time. I want you to lie down atop those pillows, with your guilty little locked-up c**k pressed into them and your vulnerable ass up high in the air!” Poor Timmy can’t believe what’s happening to him. His gaze rises from his imprisoned p***s to my black leather crop to finally fasten imploringly on my stern, implacably lovely face. “Do…do I have to?” he finally whimpers. “Of course you do!” I snarl back. “I just told you so, didn’t I? My word is law around here, have you forgotten that already? Now do it, and don’t you dare question me again! You have been extremely naughty, and you need to be punished severely for that. Don’t try and tell me that your mother never beat you when you were bad!” “All the time,” Timmy snivels, tears running freely. “She beat me with her hairbrush, with a wooden spoon, or even a leather belt. She slapped me around, twisted my ears and n*****s, and even made me wear a clothespin down…down there whenever I had an erection. But she never…she never really whipped me… not with one of those.” The terrified glance he shoots at my crop then just hammers at all my most sadistic inner buttons, and I can’t help but laugh out loud at poor naïve little Timmy. Quickly I revert to my most menacing character however. “Well I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news for you Timmy. I am not your mother. I am your new wife and Mistress for life, your very own domestic dominatrix. As such I’m going to do all those cruel things your mother did to you, but much worse. I’m going to put dozens of clothespins on your c**k, and your balls too. I’m going to whip you and beat you with every implement conceivable. And then I’m going to discipline you in ways she never even dreamed of. “I bet she never tied you up, did she Timmy? Well I’m going to do it to you all the time. That c**k-lock is just the start. I’m going to keep you in bondage around the clock! But right now, this very minute, I still have to whip your sexy little ass to ribbons for cheating on me. So you lie facedown atop those pillows like your Mistress ordered you to right now! I am not going to tell you again!” Whimpering with distress, clearly terrified by this turn of events, Timmy nonetheless does as he’s told. A slave to his upbringing, he is now most unequivocally a slave to me as well. Once he’s in position I step up next to him, and without further warning or ceremony I swat his lovely little ass as hard as I can. Timmy yelps with pain, and his hands leap to rub and protect himself. “No!” I order immediately. “Put your hands on top of your head and keep them there! This ass belongs to me, and I refuse to let you touch it without permission.” Trembling with trepidation Timmy obeys. But the second I swat him with the crop again he loses control, and again tries to rub the sting away. That’s it, I grimly decide. Two strikes and you’re out. I return to the closet, where the trick panel stands open, revealing my extensive secret stash. Quickly I select a short, stout belt of heavy black leather. I climb back onto the bed and kneel next to piteously quivering Timmy. “Hands behind your back,” I demand. “You clearly can’t be trusted to control yourself yet. You need bondage right now!” Hesitantly, with a watery hiccup and irrepressible sob, Timmy presents his wrists for binding. But instead of his wrists it is his elbows I loop that belt about. Then I pull it so tight that his forearms are pressed together for their entire length, and his upper arms form a triangle with his wrenched-back and overstressed shoulders. He cries out anew at this cruelty, and my p***y burns excitedly as I secure the buckle. Oh I so can’t wait to f**k this succulent little slut! First things first however: the punishment. I have to demonstrably impress on this bad little boy that what he endured under his mother was preschool stuff. The rest of his life is going to be a college education in pain. And so I haul off and whip his ass with all the energy and abandon I’ve been husbanding all these years, for just this moment. I whip him and whip him and whip him until he’s bawling unabashedly and trying helplessly to roll away from me. Then I pin him in place with a knee on the back of his neck and whip him some more, another thirty swats at least. Finally, convinced that I’ve broken Timmy properly, I cast the crop aside and stretch out on the bed next to him. Gently I caress his whipped raw, bruised black upraised ass while I breathe soothing whispers into his ear. “Okay Timmy, settle down. Relax, lover, it’s over. Your mistress has magnanimously decided that you’ve suffered enough for now. Just remember though, this is the bare beginning of what you’ll get whenever you dare to displease me. I own you now my pretty young husband. And it’s my responsibility to ensure your proper behavior. So you just make damn sure that you please me extravagantly at all times, and that you never betray or disobey me in any way. Then you won’t ever have to worry about my crop, or my paddles, bullwhips, or any of my many dozens of other implements of punishment. Do you understand me?” Timmy has finally stopped sobbing, though he still quivers uncontrollably. Nevertheless he responds promptly and appropriately, making my heart soar at the continued splendid success of this initial indoctrination. “I understand you, Ma’am. I will strive to serve you always as perfectly as possible. I’m sorrier than you can ever imagine for the way I betrayed you today.” “Wonderful!” I cry, and I kiss his tear-streaked cheek. Then I drive my tongue deep into his ear and slather it all around, something I know drives him absolutely wild. And at the same time my left hand stops gently caressing his wounded buttocks and moves purposefully to their junction and base. My index finger traces descending circles around his hole, before finally pressing insistently against it. Caught between these conflicting stimuli Timmy writhes in place, moaning uncontrollably. Devilishly I prolong this loving torment, before at last withdrawing my finger and tongue. “So now we can have s*x, yes? You’ve endured your punishment and so you deserve your reward. Now, as promised, I get to teach you how much more wonderful and rewarding s*x with a dominatrix like me can be compared to f*****g any other woman in the world. This is about to become the most momentous day of your life. So you just lie here all trussed up tight, you love of my life, and wait for your eternal owner to return to you. In less than a minute then you’ll finally understand what kind of miraculous convergence our parallel lives have been leading to!” Bounding off the bed, practically floating on air – or my anticipatory excitement – I strip off my clothes and re-enter the closet. One whole shelf there is stocked with dildos of every kind imaginable. Right away I seize the ideal one for this occasion: eight inches long, one inch thick, molded of lifelike flesh-colored latex and built into a black leather harness. With the ease of long familiarity and the speed of runaway arousal I strap this smallest of my many dozens of c***s tightly in place about my crotch. Then I grab another rubber dildo from its place on the shelf. This one is half the length and yet twice the girth, and secured not to a crotch harness but a head harness. It is a p***s-gag, plain and simple, designed to fill the mouth, stifle all outcry, and incidentally give the wearer something to bite down upon in moments of severe distress. Flooded with zeal and the anticipation of a consummation decades in the making, I stride back to the bed, my c**k bobbing eagerly in front of me. Feasting my hungry gaze on my ignorant slut’s delectably wounded and up-thrust butt, I take care to approach him unseen from behind. Then I leap on the bed, straddle his back and bound arms, seize him by the hair and draw his head sharply back. “Hold still, Timmy,” I order, as he begins to twist instinctively beneath me. Immediately he subsides into excited panting, and again I’m just so gratified by his obedience to me. “I need to gag you,” I explain. “Open your f*****g mouth!” Again there is no hesitation, and no attempt to resist aside from a bit of autonomic choking when I thrust those thick four inches all the way into his mouth and throat. Swiftly I secure all the buckling straps, and by the time Timmy is irrevocably harnessed up he has learned to keep his head tipped back, easing the insertion of that p***s in his throat. Stroking his hair lovingly then, I begin laying the necessary groundwork. Once again nibbling on, tonguing, and breathing seductively into his ear, I do my best to prepare him properly for both the experience upcoming and the s*x life he must either suffer through or learn to love. “Okay Timmy, my young little love, here we go. Now you know, and I know too, that despite the way she beat you, your mother loved you absolutely. She proved that to you with constant displays of overweening affection after each instance of punishment. Did she not?” Crushed under me, with my breath and lips tickling his ear, Timmy nods. “Well I am the same way. And just as my punishments are more severe, as your wife I can make my love known to you in far more intense, rewarding ways. I may let you play with and nurse at my fabulous breasts. I will surely school you in and allow you to provide me with endless c*********s. But above and beyond all this, I am going to constantly f**k you, day and night, in an extra-special mistress-slave way that will bond us irrevocably. This will become everything that you live for – if you ever want to live for anything besides the incredible honor of serving me that is.” I move then. And with his terrified eye rolling like that of a pig in a slaughtering pen, Timmy follows my every movement as I swing off his body and crouch next to his stuffed-up, tightly harnessed face. Then shock and the greatest dose of terror yet make those red-rimmed, pretty blue eyes leap open wide as they suddenly recognize the big erect organ jutting up from my crotch. Immediately I seize his ear and twist it, compelling his attention. His terrified gaze returns to my face. “Yes, Timmy. As I undoubtedly wear the pants in this marriage, so to do I intend to wield the p***s. That is my imperative as the dominant partner. So as you now have a big hard c**k in your mouth, you will soon have another one pounding into your ass. Tonight and every day and night for the rest of my life I will be f*****g both of your slutty little come-holes until you absolutely forget forever that there was ever any other kind of s*x. And if for some reason I need to be penetrated myself, and I can’t locate a good enough extra-marital lover to cuckold you with, then I will fasten one of my dildos onto your chastity belt, right atop your impotent caged c**k, and ride you that way until I’m finally satisfied. Just try to imagine that! “Okay then. Aside from what is about to happen to you now, that is about as intimate as we are ever likely to get Timmy, lock or no lock, key or no key. So I want you now to concentrate desperately on enjoying being sissy-f****d. Learn to crave having your ass and mouth raped like it is life itself. I swear you will find no better, or indeed any other, s****l fulfillment for the rest of your existence. Please, worship my c**k as you do the rest of me little Timmy. Now that I finally, formally own you, you literally have nothing else to look forward to.” With that I move around behind him. And in an incredibly portentous and delightful harbinger, helplessly tied-up little Timmy spreads his legs out as wide as he can and up c***s his sexy little ass, signaling as clearly as possible his willingness to eagerly embrace his new and completely exclusive s*x life. He’s still terrified, I can tell that by the breath whistling through his nostrils, the goose-pimples marbling all his skin and the uncontrollable keening he keeps emitting. But he’s never been stupid. Clearly he realizes the stakes involved here just as easily as he did under punishment. He has one choice, which is actually no choice at all: he can find it within himself to enjoy submitting to me utterly, or he can be forced to submit to me anyway, and suffer terribly forever for his idiocy. Thankfully my smart, brilliant little boy has chosen wisely. And so I kneel between his splayed-out legs, and align my long slim p***s with his dutifully awaiting hole. I take a deep breath, tapping all the long, needy depths of my endless desire for this finally achieved minute. Then I grip Timmy by the back of his chastity belt for leverage, unleash an ungodly scream of affirmation and consummation, and finally plunge my long, limber, well-greased member all the way up into my new young lifelong slave’s oh-so reluctantly tight little back door. Oh he squeals so wonderfully! Even choking on a thick c**k in his throat, Timmy just squeals so outrageously loud. He squeals like the pitifully stuck little piggy that he is, as my long hard boner brutally enters his anus and then stabs smoothly, unstoppably, right up to the base in his bound, willingly offered-up body. Oh, how my delectable little Timmy just squeals out loud with unlimited agony (and I hope) ecstasy! How could he possibly do anything else after all? This is s*x, you virgin little slut-boy, s*x in all of its painfully intense intimacy! True it hurts, but you need to learn to love that hurt! Embrace it as a most necessary ecstasy slave; make the pain and pleasure meld together! You will never ejaculate or even erect again, so accept this most outrageous apotheosis as the only outlet allowed to you now! Spread your legs out wider, raise your ass up higher, and learn to revel in the rhythmic, wickedly stabbing strokes of my raping, rampaging c**k taking its pitiless pleasure from you! Oh how can anything possibly feel any better? All this exhortation is just in my mind of course, as I finally, after all this time start properly f*****g my chosen slut’s ass with all of my considerable energies. Oh how wonderful it is! Again and again and again and again I stab up into him, hauling back on his chastity belt and screaming with glee and ecstasy as the butt of my c**k wonderfully pleasures my c******s. Oh, I always knew was this was going to be heaven, and how right I was! And even though Timmy keeps squealing and sobbing piteously, he keeps lifting his ass up to me, opening himself to my every plunging c**k-stroke. Oh what a wonderful consummation this is for both of us! Even though I rode his pitiful little p***s both before and right after our wedding, it is this act that truly consecrates our union, this act that finally eradicates our mutual virginity. Humping and pumping, lunging and plunging, I violently f**k my submissive little sissy-slave husband’s wounded, sexy little ass for literally hours, through multiple multiple orgasms. Finally, when I’m thoroughly exhausted and cannot possibly f**k him any more tonight, I fall forward atop his bound body. Still buried balls-deep in his violated ass, my breasts pressed against his back and my hotly flushed cheek pressed against his teary wet one, I slip easily into an immensely satisfied sleep.
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