Discovering my wife is a submissive: Part 2, her collar [str8] [bdsm]

So, I reviewed in Part 1 how my wife and I discovered our dom/sub relationship after 12 years of marriage. Fast forward a few years to a weekend getaway we‘d planned for our 15-year anniversary. In those years in between, we’d explored her submission at great length and had come to a level of communication and intimacy in our relationship that can’t be described as anything other than incredible.

For our anniversary, we’d planned a weekend away alone (a much anticipated break from parenting and just being able to enjoy ourselves, alone, as a couple). We‘d made a reservation at a hotel in quaint little town on the water a couple of hours away. A town that is bustling with boater activity and tourists most months, but becomes a quiet little town with a lot of cute shops and nice restaurants in the winter. A perfect retreat for us. And since it was a significant anniversary, we’d splurged and gotten a large suite at a really nice hotel overlooking the water. I had every intention of making this an anniversary and a weekend we would never forget. Little did I know it would turn into a weekend we talk about still, as one of the most memorable and hot experiences either of us could dream of.

As I mentioned in my previous post, that weekend started with me texting her, the day before we left, a picture of a collar I‘d bought her. One that she could wear out in public without drawing too much attention. Along with the picture, I sent a message saying I want to put this on your when we get to the hotel. And from the second I do, that hot little pussy of yours belongs to me. I own it, no matter where we are and what we are doing. If I tell you to put your hands down your pants and masturbate in the middle of a restaurant, you will do it. You will wear whatever I tell you to put on and do every single I thing I ask of you, with no other response than “yes, sir”. Are you willing to do that for me? Her response of, “YES! I just got so wet reading that“ was music to my ears.

The drive to the hotel seemed to last forever. She was very antsy the whole way there, both in anticipation of the text I had sent her, and her curiosity in what was in the two large suitcases that I’d packed that were in addition to the normal clothes, etc, that we had packed.

When we finally got to the room, I was relieved to find that it was perfect. Lots of room for us to play, including a large sitting area with a gas fireplace. As she quickly unpacked for us, I moved the coffee table and made a nice open area in front of the fireplace. Once she‘d finished unpacking, I went into one of my bags and retrieved a cupless corset that I’d bought for her (a huge turn on for me. I love they way her tits looks in a nice piece of cupless lingerie with underwire), a new pair of butterfly nipple clamps, and a tie for her to put her hair up, just the way I like it. I told her to go in the bathroom and put these on. I would be sitting by the fireplace and waiting. Once dressed, she should come in front of the fireplace, get down and kneel/sit on her feet, and tell me when she was ready for me to inspect her.

She must have been very excited, as she slipped into everything I demanded she slip into much more quickly than usual. She then got into the position I’d told her to and announced that she was ready for for me to inspect her. I slowly walked over to her knelt down in front over her, and slowly and gently tweaked her nipples, and demanded she open her legs wider, which she eagerly obeyed. Her slight shudder as I tweaked her nipples did not go unnoticed, and it pleased me. “Very nice,” I told her. “Excactly how I like you. Legs open, obediently waiting for my demands, and looking like the little slut that I know you are and love to be for me. “Yes, sir,” she replied, with a quiver in her voice, which also did not go unnoticed.

I then moved behind her, on my knees, so that I was hovering over top of her, and gently pulled her head back so that I could softly but very sternly speak right into her ear. You know what is coming now, don’t you? “Yes, sir,” she replied, and this time, was barely able to get the words out. You know what this collar signifies, yes? Once I put this on you, you belong to me. You are a possession of mine as long as you are wearing it, and you will wear it this entire weekend. You will do, say, and wear whatever I want, without question, no matter how uncomfortable you may feel with what I demand. That is your promise to me and what this collar represents. But I am not placing this on you only because this is what I want. It is what you want, and you have to chose whether to accept it or not. This collar also represents your trust in me. Trust that I will push you to your limits and make you do things that may not feel comfortable to you, but that I will never do anything to break that trust or do harm to you. That is my promise to you, do you understand that?

”Yes, sir,” she softly replied, and it both surprised me and pleased me a great deal when a tear rolled down her face as she said it, and I waited a few moments, basking in this intense moment of love and intimacy, before gently placing the collar around her neck and closing the clasp.

Now, put your face on the ground, ass in the air, with legs spread and wait for me to come back. She positioned as requested, as I went to one of the bags I’d brought and pulled out a new leather flogger that I‘d bought for our celebration.

When I returned, I took a moment to gaze at what was now rightfully mine. How sexy she looked with her ass in the air, legs spread open, showing me her pussy that was visually very wet already. It was enough to make my mouth start to water, knowing that she had no idea how much torture and pleasure I had in store for her.

You like this position, with your ass and pussy openly displayed for me don’t you? ”Yes, sir.” Why, I asked her? ”Because I’m a dirty slut.” Yes, you most certainly are, and you need to be punished for being such a dirty slut, don‘t you?

She had only gotten out the word “yes” as the first blow from the flog came down on her ass. Not expecting it, she yipped a bit and pulled her body forward, but immediately leaned back again, further this time, opening her ass and pussy even wider than it was before, to accept the next blow.

I continued to flog her, increasing the intensity, and relishing in that mix of pain and pleasure that I was inflicting upon her, knowing that she relishes that space between pleasure and pain, as well. Once her ass had turned an acceptable shade of pink, I then grabbed her favorite vibrator, which has a handle and a long thin neck, about the size of a pencil, that delivers a very powerful vibration at its tip. You’ve been a very good little slut for me so far, I told her. You deserve just a bit of reward, but just a bit. And with that, I began circling her now very wet labia with the vibrator. Slowly and slowly working my way to her clit, and feeling the powerful sense of control I had over her when the tip finally hit its mark. Having much experience in torturing her this way, I am very aware of the signs she is about to climax. When she cums, her gorgeous little asshole opens and shuts repeatedly as the waves of orgasm crash over her, but right before she cums, her asshole flutters open and closed, ever so slightly. As soon as I saw that happen, I pulled the vibrator away and flogged her on the ass, hard. You were about to cum, weren‘t you? ”Yes sir,” she said, breathing heavily. Did I give you permission to cum? “No sir,” the frustration in her voice easy to decipher. I then continued this, over and over, switching between bringing her right to the brink and then flogging her for trying to cum when I had not yet told her to do so.

Finally, when I could tell that even one more touch with the vibrator would send her over the edge with no turning back, I stood up and told her to stand in front of me, arms at her side.

She did as she was told, and I began caressing her nipples. Softly at first, and then more aggressively, before whispering in her ear, you haven’t come even close to showing me that you deserve to cum or to have me fuck you yet. You have a lot of work yet to do. Go put on pants. Leave the corset on. You may wear a jacket, buttoned up to cover your tits, but you will unbutton your jacket whenever I demand and anything else I ask of you. Understood? This I knew was pushing her comfort level to the very edge. She hesitated, before she meekly replied, “Yes, sir.”

Don‘t think I didn’t notice that hesitation in that answer, I quickly replied. You will pay for that. You’ve seen how large those two suitcases are that I brought, haven’t you? You haven’t yet seen a small amount of all of the things I brought for you this weekend. Now let’s go into town so you can show me what a dirty little slut you can be out in public.

To be continued….

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