Downward Spiral

Chapter One-2

“Two! Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another one?”

“Ah – h…” The third one was even harder yet.

“Three! Thank you Mistress. May I please have another one?”

“Of course you may. This is kind of fun. Are you enjoying it as much as me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, then we’ll try it a little harder from now on.”

“Please Mistress, not harder.”

“Oh that wasn’t good. Now we’re going to start all over with number one.”

I realized that I was in no position to argue or make another protest, so I did as she asked.

The next hit of the paddle was rather intense.

“M – m – m….”

“One! Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another one?”

She was more than willing to continue and decorate my ass with deep bruises that were turning black and blue well before she was finished.

“Eight. Thank… oh God, Mistress. Please stop. I can’t take any more.”

“Didn’t I warn you to be careful what you ask for?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, we’re going to finish. You have two to go. Besides, beating your ass seems to be making me rather horny. Don’t you wish you hadn’t asked me to stop? Instead of jerking off, I might have let you make love to me. But with spending the night tied here to the bed, that’s not going to be possible, is it?”

She brought the paddle back and quickly swung it, hitting me even harder than before.

I didn’t speak.

“Do we have to start over with number one?”

“Nine! Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another one?”

That one was the hardest yet.

“Ten! Thank you, Mistress.”

“Now, before I leave you, think about this. There was nothing that happened here tonight that you didn’t want, was there?”

“No, Mistress.”

“As you think about what just transpired, remember this… you’ve wanted someone to share your fantasies and desires with for many, many years. Well, you’ve found that person. I’ve been with you for nearly six years. I think this will really add some spark to our s*x life.

“I’m very willing to be your Mistress and do the things you like. It was fun today and really turned me on. Please don’t be afraid to ask me to put you in bondage or whatever you want. If you don’t want to ask, then be on your knees naked at the front door when I get home from work. I’ll get the hint. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for doing this for me.”

As we talked, her hand found my c**k and rubbed it until I was about ready to blow, but like she had promised, she never let me have that pleasure. She left the room, leaving me bound to the bed.

Finally just before bedtime she released me. I was a little stiff, and my ass hurt like hell. I immediately went into the bathroom and took a piss. Then I looked into the mirror. My ass was a deep purple color. I continued on into the bedroom and slipped into some boxers. Even where the fabric touched my ass, I could feel it. It’s a good thing I don’t sleep on my back.

I climbed into bed and snuggled up next to Margo, my wife and Mistress. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the back of the neck.

“I love you, darling.”

Immediately she turned over and kissed me back passionately. “I love you too.”

As she turned back over, she said, “I don’t want you jerking off in the shower in the morning. In fact, let’s make it a standing order from your Mistress. You can’t jerk off without my permission from now on. If I find out you did, I’ll double any punishments in the future. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise I won’t jerk off without your permission.”

With that we turned over and went to sleep.

In the morning I eased out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

“Don’t get in the shower yet,” she said. “I’ll be right in.”

“Okay, give me a couple of minutes though.”

When she arrived, I stood there naked, looking at my bruises.

“Nice ass,” she commented.

“Yea, I sort of like it decorated this way. It’s my red badge of courage. You’ve marked me.”

“Marks like those will do until I decide to mark you more permanently. But today, all that hair has to go.”

“What….”

“Don’t give me any s**t. You’re my slave now, and you know that all the slaves in those stories you like to read are shaved clean. I’ve read some of that stuff. Many of them use a chemical, but a permanent depilatory cream is not really available. So for the time being you’ll shave, but after a while you can schedule laser treatments to make it gone forever. Is that alright with you, slave?”

As she described the shaving, I started to get hard.

“So you like the idea?”

“Yea, if that’s what you want.”

“No, I think it’s actually what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Let’s start with the electric clippers.”

Margo got out the clippers and started right in. She had me stand with my legs apart and my hands behind my head. As the motor hummed, she started across my chest.

“Hey, what’s this?” she asked while grabbing my hard c**k. “Is this turning you on?”

“Obviously, Mistress.”

Before long, my chest and stomach was bare, and she continued on down to my pubic area. As she mowed every hair in sight, I had to ask, “Isn’t this going to itch a lot?”

“Not if you shave it every day.”

“Every day?”

“Yup. That’s all part of it.”

She did my pits and then it was on to my arms, back and legs. When she was done, there was lots of hair on the floor, and I was as bald as a ten year old.

“Oh, I like it,” she commented with a smile. “I never liked hairy guys, but what do you think?”

“I like it, but what if I’m in an accident or something?”

“I guess you’ll have to live with the embarrassment, but probably no one will even care. I think a lot of guys do it. I saw it on Oprah one day. It’s called Manscaping.”

“Manscaping?” I whispered.

I just shook my head, as she led me into the shower. She had a five-bladed Gillette and a can of shaving foam in her hand. Those were put on the shelf until we washed and kissed for a while. Then she began. Extra care was taken around my junk before she had me bend over and spread my ass cheeks. When she was done, she assured me that every hair was gone, and I was to keep it that way from now on.

“My God, you’re still hard,” she commented.

“Yea… I guess I’m still horny from last night. Remember, I didn’t get to….”

She instantly put her finger to her lips, indicating that I wasn’t to speak. I got the message.

We spent the rest of the weekend just hanging out. We went to the mall and then out for dinner. Later on Saturday night we headed down to a local pub where some guy was playing the guitar and banjo. He was really good. Most of the time, we stood near the bar and drank their craft beer. I really like Dylan’s Pale Ale. Finally a couple we know asked us to join them at their table. I sat down rather gingerly after last night’s ordeal.

“What’s the matter Tom?” Marilyn asked. “You sat down with a little trouble.”

Jokingly I responded, “Well, Margo said she was going to kick my ass. I guess she did a good job at it.”

Everyone laughed a little, but Marilyn looked at Margo and just smiled. I wondered if she knew.

A while later the girls decided to go to the bathroom. Bill and I discussed the Yankees game while they were gone. When Margo returned, she moved her chair over closer to mine so she could see the stage and the entertainment a little better. As the performer ran his fingers up and down the neck of his instruments, she ran her fingers up and down mine on the outside of my jeans. It took her only a couple of minutes to get me hard. I had to adjust it a little. By the time she had finished her drink, she had me within a stroke or two of ejaculation. Fiendishly, she kept me right of the brink of climax for rest of the evening. By the time we got home, my ass ached from the hard chairs, and I had a colossal case of blue balls.

Margo suggested I go up and get in bed. She’d be along in a few minutes.

When she entered the bedroom, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a black leather half bra that let her n****e peek over the top, and a matching garter belt to hold up her stockings. There was nothing more except for the handcuffs that dangled from her fingers.

“Oh f**k!” I whispered. She looked magnificent.

“Yea, that about sums it up. We’re going to f**k. Do you think you can manage that?”

“Oh yes, my beautiful, sadistic Goddess.”

“But the question is, can you f**k me and get me off first?”

“I don’t know. My balls are really full, and I’m extra horny after all you’ve done to me.”

“Well, this is the way it goes down, slave. You can stick that thing in me and go to your heart’s content, but if you blow before I climax, I’m going to sit on your face and let you finish me with your tongue.”

“But if I blow first, you’ll be full of my stuff.”

“You figured that out all by yourself? I guess you’ll try really hard then, won’t you? But what difference does it make? Don’t you expect a girl to swallow? Besides that, all the slaves in those stories you like do it. So you have a choice. Do it my way, or I cuff your hands to the bed post, and we both just go to sleep. You have a choice. What will it be?”

I thought for a minute. God, I needed to blow so badly, and she’s so sexy in that outfit. I know if I don’t do it, I won’t get any s*x for several more days. But, if I can’t hold it, I’ll have to eat my own c*m.

“Well, what’s it going to be, boy?”

“I guess I don’t really have a choice. Let’s do it.”

She put her arms around my neck and pulled me in close. Our tongues met as we worked ourselves into a s****l rage. Before long, she was on her back, and I was between her legs, pounding my hard c**k into her p***y with a vengeance. My mind had blocked out what would happen if I didn’t get myself under control, but my little brain was doing all the thinking anyway. It wanted its pleasure no matter what the consequences.

“F – U – C – K!” I yelled, as two full days of c*m build-up shot deep into her. I could feel gusher after gusher of creamy jism blast from my balls and shoot from my d**k.

“Ah – ah – ah – ah…,” I moaned, as I slammed my c**k into her even deeper.

Finally the last of my c*m drained into her. It was then that the realization of my fate became really evident. My c**k brain didn’t care. It got what it wanted.

“Come on. Lay down here and get me off. You agreed.”

I did as she demanded. Within seconds her p***y was on my face, and I was licking and swallowing my load of c*m as it drained from her. When it first hit my tongue, I thought I would be sick, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought.

“Just don’t lay there, bring me, slave.”

And so I did. I licked and beat on her clit with my tongue until she came at least three times. She had an insatiable appetite for her s****l pleasure.

We both worked throughout the week, but I had dinner ready every night when she got home. Being a young lawyer in a large law firm, she was working on a big case and had to spend a few extra hours. On Friday night when she walked in, I was kneeling in the foyer totally naked. I needed her to be my Mistress tonight.

“I figured you’d be there,” she said with a grin. “Go upstairs and get on the bed like you did last week. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

Actually it took her a while. She ate her dinner and then went right into the bathroom to shower. When she arrived, she was only wearing a pair of red silk panties. Margo tied the ropes to my cuffs, leaving me stretched out tight and in a very vulnerable position. Her hand soon grabbed hold of my throbbing c**k and started slowly sliding up and down its entire hard length.

“I bet you like that. It’s surely better than doing it yourself, isn’t it?”