Downward Spiral

Chapter One-4

Then she stepped back about two or three feet off to the side. She took her arm back and brought it around at lightning speed. The paddle landed squarely on her intended target with unbelievable force. There was a loud, mind-blowing crack. Instantly my breath was taken away. I’ve never felt anything to compare with that first hit.

“Ah – h – h – h….”

I lunged forward from the impact. My legs held me fast and the solid footboard didn’t give. Margo had tied my collar so securely to the head of the bed that there was no possible escape. I screamed as loud as I could, but the over-sized gag nearly silenced any attempt to beg her to stop.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

I shook my head back and forth and screamed, “No,” into the hideous ball gag.

“Oh come on,” she said with a little chuckle. “That’s only the first hit. Didn’t you expect it to hurt?”

“N – ah – ah…!”

“Oh, I understand. The pain you gave yourself was far less than what I just gave you. Well, too bad. You wanted it, so you’re going to get what you asked for. Maybe in the future you’ll be more careful.”

I couldn’t see her, but I knew her arm was going way back behind her. I thought I could hear a slight swish through the air as the paddle came around once more, overlapping the previous one.

“Ah – h – n –n – ah!”

I shook and fought with all my might at the bonds that held me. I had to escape no matter what the cost. There was no way I could take eighteen more strikes from the paddle, but there was no escape. The ropes that held my legs never loosened and my head was pulled tight toward the headboard of the bed. And, with my arms cuffed behind my back, I was screwed. I had to take each and every one of her agonizing strokes.

After ten very brutal hits, she took a short break.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe what this is doing to me.” She reached between her legs and dipped her fingers into the steady flow of her juice. Teasingly she leaned over and rubbed it across my lips, showing me just how turned on she was.

Her hand returned to her p***y and found her clit as she continued. Over and over I screeched and yelled through the gag, but it did no good. The heinous paddle battered and bruised my ass with every strike. By the seventeenth hit I had no fight left. I just lay there and took what I had asked for.

Eighteen, nineteen and finally twenty…. That part was over.

Behind me I heard her moan with lustful pleasure as she came.

Finally Margo placed her hand on my butt, feeling the ever growing heat. It hurt to the touch.

“What do you think? Did you like it? Did it hurt enough?”

“M – m….”

“Oh your ass is so warm to the touch. And, you’re going to have quite a bit of bruising, but that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

Then she reached between my legs and fondled my balls. Then her hand found my c**k.

“I see that you haven’t lost that hard-on yet. Maybe this will help.”

“Ah – h – h – h….”

The first stroke of the crop burned a streak of agony across both ass cheeks, again leaving me struggling to get loose, but it did no good.

“Oh that’s going to leave a beautiful welt,” she said with a bit if evil laughter.

And so it continued. Her whip left ten agonizing, heavy welts across my ass. But, it was finally over. Right then I realized that things were never going to be the same. The line had been crossed. We were no longer just husband and wife. We were truly Mistress and slave.

When she finally released me she said, “You can remove the rubbers and stuff. I’m going in and shower. Jerk yourself off if you’d like, but be done with it by the time I finish.

It took a minute or so to get the ring and rubbers off my c**k. I grabbed hold of my throbbing d**k and started in. My hand grasped my hard prick and slid up and down for several minutes, but the cream she used kept me from blowing. No matter how hard I stroked my member, I was unable to c*m.

She laughed, as she stood in the doorway watching. “Too bad, slave. Maybe I’ll let you try again tomorrow.

Saturday was just a normal day, but in the evening things changed. After dinner she put me in a fairly tight hog tie, and she retreated to the living room to have some wine and read her book. A couple hours later she released me, and we made fantastic love. It was really great.

The next Friday she left me a note with specific instructions. When she got home I was to be naked and locked to the tree in the back yard. I was to be sitting, facing the tree with my arms and legs locked around its sturdy trunk.

Let’s face it, I was very willing to oblige, and it sounded like fun. After all, I’ve had many years of self-bondage experience.

I figured she’d be home by six, which was about usual, so I started about 5:30. I decided to use the handcuffs and leg irons for this little adventure. After sitting so my balls were just about touching the tree, I locked the ankle restraints in place on the opposite side. I had no keys, so I was already at her mercy. Then I closed one cuff around my left wrist, looped the other cuff through the longer leg iron chain and then secured it around my right wrist. There, I was ready.

As I sat their waiting, I realized I should have chosen my spot a little better. There was a rough root running right up the crack of my ass. I tried moving to a more comfortable spot, but any movement was very limited. I guess I just had to deal with it.

I also soon realized that this position was a little tough on the back as well. If I hadn’t looped the cuffs together, I could have straightened up just a little, taking the pressure off my spine. But no, the chains wouldn’t allow that. I’d just have to put up the minor discomfort. After all, it wouldn’t be too long. She’d be home in a few minutes anyway.

Well, so much for that thought. Six o’clock came and went, as did seven and possible even eight. I knew it had to be that late since the sun was quickly dropping down behind the hills in the distance.

As the neighborhood street light came on, I finally heard her.

“God, you must be sore.”

“Yea, I am. Can you please release me?”

“Where’d you leave the keys to the cuffs?”

“They’re up on the dresser. I’m sorry?”

Before long the cuffs were off, and Margo was helping me to stand up.

“Didn’t you get the message I left?” she asked.

“What message?”

“I put one on the answering machine about 5:30.”

When we got into the kitchen, I ran the machine.

“Hi, honey. I hope I caught you in time. We have to work late, so we’ll be ready for court on Monday. Don’t wait dinner. See you later. Love you.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said apologetically. “Go sit down, and I’ll fix you a drink.”

“I’ll pass on the sitting, but a drink would be great.”

She made it up to me later that night, but deep in my mind I wondered about them working that late on a Friday night.

On Saturday we drove into the city and visited a couple of adult stores. My Mistress thought our toy selection was somewhat limited.

Our first stop was at a place called Leather Bound. Their variety of fetish gear seemed to be unlimited – maybe a little pricey, but it appeared to be top quality.

Margo was attracted to a mannequin wearing a leather straight jacket along with a matching hood and leather shorts that all locked together. As we looked, a woman came over and offered to help.

“Do you like this outfit?” she asked.

“Yea, I do. I think he’d look really sexy in it.”

They both looked at me, requiring a response.

“I probably couldn’t get out of it, could I? It looks really nice.”

“Not a chance, it will certainly keep you where she wants you,” she smiled. “This is really a great outfit. The quality is excellent, and it’s made right here in the United States.”

“I like that,” I said. “Do you have one to fit me?”

“Well, they’re all custom made to fit, but we ordered one for a fellow about your size, and it was a little too small. I guess he’d put on about forty pounds before it arrived. If it fits, we will make you a great deal.”

“Well, she obviously likes it, so let’s give it a try.”

Before long I was stripped down to my underwear and sliding my arms into the sleeves of the jacket. The leather straps were buckled in the back and with my arms crossed in front I was soon as snug as a bug in a rug.

“It fits great,” the sales clerk remarked. “Let’s try the shorts.”

As I was stepping to them, Lilly, the sales lady, continued. “These have to be just slightly large, because this outfit is intended for extended wear. You will make him wear disposable diapers and plastic pants as well.”

They buckled the shorts to the jacket and pulled two heavy straps down between my legs and buckled them in the back.

“I’m not sure I like the thought of wearing a diaper.”

“No one really asked for your opinion, slave. One more comment and you’ll be in diapers and wear it during the rest of today’s shopping.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

Next came the hood. It was pulled over my head, blocking out all sight. The only hole in the hood was for my mouth. The laces in the back were pulled tight and several straps buckled. My hearing was somewhat diminished, but I faintly heard them talking about how it fastened to the jacket. I did hear her say something about every buckle could take a lock as well.

“So you said you’d give us a great deal?” Margo inquired.

“The jacket normally sells for $1800, but if you take it today, I’ll let it go for $1200. That’s just about our cost. You can have the hood for $125 and the shorts for another $350. That’s really a great price, because the regular retail cost for all three items is nearly $2800.”

“We’ll take it. Now, do you carry the adult diapers and plastic pants?” Margo asked.

“Of course, they’re right over here.”

“Hey, did you forget something?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Margo responded with a chuckle. Then she spoke to Lilly. “You’ll have to excuse him. He’s rather new to this and hasn’t learned his place yet, but I’ll take care of that when we get home.”

“I see. Anyway we have a few styles. Pink stars and little dolls, blue sail boats and toy trains or just plain colors – pink, blue, yellow and white.”

“I like these,” she said without revealing her choice.

“One package or two?”

“We’ll take two and two pairs of these plastic pants.”

I remain encased in the leather for the better part of an hour, while my Mistress continued shopping. I had no idea what she was buying, but I guess I’d find out in due time.

Before checking out I barely could hear their whispers.

Lilly commented however, “It’s best to do careful measurements and have one custom made. I can recommend some good companies or even order it for you.”

“Great… we’ll talk about it soon.”

When most everything was paid for and put in shopping bags, I was released and allowed to dress. Then we were off. Luckily the car was right outside the front door, because we had quite a few packages.

As we were driving down the street, Margo commented, “God, you looked great in that outfit. Maybe I’ll let you wear it next weekend, since I will have to do some extra legal work. What do you think?”

“For the whole weekend? I’m not sure I like the idea of pooping in a diaper.”

“Don’t make such a big deal about it. It won’t be that bad.”

“That’s easy for you to say.”

Margo drove for a few minutes and then pulled into an office complex. She parked right in front of a place that specializes in laser hair removal.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for this. Shaving isn’t that bad.”

“We’re only checking it out today, don’t worry.”

We were greeted by a woman in a light blue smock. “Can I help you?”