Long time lurker, and so on.
This is my third time attempting to post this, but Mistress commanded I share it so I will keep trying until it works.
My wife and I are not full time dom and sub. We have some fairly regular sex, but we like to spice it up from time to time. Sometimes we switch and she subs for me, but I usually am the sub, and I love some light degradation and when she takes control of my body. It just doesn’t get better.
Long story short, she had a terrible day at work and needed to vent. We’d been chatting over messages for most of the day about some dickhead project manager that was being needlessly problematic, in her words “to show everyone he’s the alpha” Eventually she sent me at text saying “I’m calling out the rest of the day. I have some frustration to work out when I get home. You’d better be in your slave costume when I get home and be ready.” I did what a good sub did and simply replied “Yes, Mistress.”
My slave “costume” is a bit of a joke, as it only consists of a collar and nothing else. As Mistress says, she didn’t buy me to cover up the good bits. So when the time came, I collared up and was on my knees when the door opened. She smiles at me and says “Good boy” and begins to unbutton her blouse and pants. As her pants hit the floor she bends over and kisses me. “Get on the table, cock up.” she command. I scramble to comply “Of course Mistress.” She then goes to our bedroom as I climb up on our table and lie down.
A few minutes later she comes back in with our box of fun. She sets it down and begins to rummage around in it and says “That slave cock had better be hard by the time I’m ready.” Let me tell you reader, I had no problems there. By the time she stood back up, I was rock hard. She then begins to shackle me, spread eagle to the table. Once that is completed she bends over and kisses me and says “I’m sorry for whats about to happen slave.” At that point I feel the fiery pinch of my nipple clamps. She then proceeds to attach a lead to the chain between my clamps, and then ties them to a chair so it is constantly pulling them upwards. I let out a little hiss at the pain, and right then I feel the cruel lash of a riding crop across my cock shaft. Mistress is not happy I lost focus on her. “Stupid males always thinking with their cocks.” She then grabs my cock and gently rubs it. “Such a pathetic thing to constantly be strutting around about. All it does is make you all assholes, who don’t remember that it is pussy that they’re chasing. Yet somehow, they never treat us with the respect that might get them that pussy.” She then lashes my cock a few more times, before finally disrobing fully. I watch like a dutiful slave as her breasts sway as she releases them.
She then bends over one more time and retrieves the box and sets it next to me, flashing her beautiful goddess pussy to me. “I am going to torture your cock now slave. And if you can be good and accept your punishment for being a stupid male, I will reward you…” I eagerly nod and say “Yes mistress. My body is yours. Thank you for controlling my cock and punishing me so I don’t get too arrogant Mistress.” She smiles and gently fondles my cock and balls again, and that is when the pain started. The delicious, sexy pain.
Mistress proceeded to place wooden clothes pins all over my cock, and scrotum. Each one added a small fire to the inferno that my cock and balls became. I lost track at some point, but I think I had around 30 of them clamped to my nether regions. Occasionally she’d decree that one was in the wrong spot and pull it off without releasing it first, and adding a bright streak of pain. Mistress wasn’t entirely cruel. On occasion she’d lick or caress my shaft, always patiently balancing the pain with the pleasure. I won’t lie, I was lost in an endorphin cloud and completely lost track of time. Mistress crowned my torture with 5 pins clamped around the ridge on the head of my cock, and then she leaned in for another kiss. “Does that hurt slave? Does your little cock suffer? It looks like it hurts. Look at it slave.” She then lifted my head to look at her handy work. Dear reader, I was entranced. My cock was red, and completely festooned with clothespins. I honestly don’t think she could have fit any more on there. My shaft was bright reddish purple and harder than I can recall being. There was a pool of precum on my belly. “Yes Mistress, it hurts. Thank you for punishing me. My gender doesn’t deserve goddesses like Mistress. Thank you Mistress for punishing me and keeping me from becoming too arrogant over my worthless cock.” She then smiled at me and gave me a loving kiss.
When she stood back up, she said “Very good slave. Now for your treat. I want to see if you can cum with your torture. So you may cum if you can, but only if you can do it in the next 10 minutes.” She then grabbed her cordless wand vibrator and applied it to the sweet spot right under the head on the shaft, and cranked it up to medium. I swear reader, I saw stars and colors the pleasure was so intense. I gave an involuntary buck and Mistress giggled “Slave likes it I see.” Over the next several minutes, I lost count of how many times I came close to cumming, only to have her pull the wand away and then pull off a clothes pin. She worked my cock like a master cum goddess, and I completely lost all coherency until she said “Slave is running out of time. If he wants to cum he had better do it soon.”
At that point my mind broke. I began to beg Mistress, knowing what she likes, “Please Mistress. Let me cum. I promise, I will do anything. I will eat my cum, I will clean every drop of my disgusting cum that lands on you. Anything. Just let me cum Mistress.” She smiled at me, leaned in and whispered those beautiful words, “Cum for me slave.” My cock swelled so hard (or at least felt like it did) that I was worried for a second it would pop like an overfilled balloon. I couldn’t do anything in that moment but lift my head and watch my abused cock begin to spurt what felt like gallons of cum. I ended up facialing myself, and just drenching my chest and belly with cum. I thought for a little bit that my balls were going to come flying out of my cock it was so intense. Once I had stopped spurting, I collapsed back on the table and Mistress giggled “Good boy. Thats a lot of cum. I am proud of my little cum factory.” She then proceeded to take off the clothes pins, one at a time. Each one leaving behind a fiery ghost of pain. Once they were all off she began to scoop up my cum and feed it to me. “A promise is a promise” she said as I sucked down my filthy pig cum.
Once that was done, she unshackled me and helped me up. We came together in a loving embrace as she gently massaged my abused cock and balls. She gave me a kiss and said “Thank you for that. I needed it.” I then belatedly realized that she hadn’t cum yet, so I dropped to my knees saying “i’m sorry Mistress. I haven’t serviced you.” She stopped me partway to the floor and gave me a warm hug and a deep kiss and said “I got what I needed for now, lets get something to eat.” As she walked away, she turned back and said “When we get back you can fuck me senseless.”
Mistress is a Goddess.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vtw7t3/mistress_had_a_bad_day_mf