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By the time I was introduced to my husband, Dr. Roger Fields, I was no stranger to the world of BDSM. After all, I'd begun serving men into such things years before I dropped out of college in my sophomore year! Mom had dreams of me as a doctor while I always found more satisfaction in a reverse prayer hogtie while draining the doctors balls! And now at thirty four I'd been used, abused, manipulated, molded and partially manufactured into the near perfect vision of feminine beauty and submission. Yes, on the one hand I had become the consummate bimbo whore. On the other hand, while I was happy to shut off my mind for the pleasure of men, I still had enough neurons to rub together to be good company when there wasn't a cock choking the conversation out of me. But I was a born servant and had never been ashamed of that. When the other girls were being accused of being sluts though they weren't, my reputation as a cum dumpster was well deserved! I was submissive to a fault and didn't mind suffering a bit, or a lot, to put a smile on the face of my guy. A masochist some would say and maybe they were right. I didn't care about labels though, I just cared that those who used me came away satisfied.
And satisfaction is something Roger had never truly found.
Like myself he had learned early in life that he was different. A born dominant with a sadistic streak and a decidedly misogynistic bent he just didn't fit in with the changing times. He liked his girls in high heels all the time. And pants were for men only. Women wear skirts! He liked watching a woman choke on his dick while her hands were tied behind her and feeling her desperately trying to pull away to gasp for air. He liked to mark a bitches ass with his hand, a paddle or a whip finding even more pleasure in lifting her skirt the next day to see the bruising left by his handiwork. And, as I would soon discover, he believed a woman's hands should remain tied behind her unless she was out in public or doing something for him that he demanded. Obviously, finding a lady who would meet his needs in a permanent relationships would be no small task. It was, however, a task I had the experience and inclination to perform on a level he had never even hoped to imagine!
We were introduced by doctor Ripley Martin, a man responsible for my double F tits, my cock sucking lips and my ability to continuously swallow a stream of piss direct from tap without ever spilling a drop! Dr. Martin had cinched my first corset tight around my waist at the age of nineteen and enforced it's placement all these years so that today he is quite proud of my eighteen inch waist. I am too! He required my heels remain on no matter what I was doing or where I was going. And often shackled at the ankles for months at a time I learned the preferred stride of a women literally created to entice and service men to the point that I can no longer walk in any other way. The good doctor was never particularly cruel or sadistic himself but he often left me in the care of his colleagues and associates who were. I was battle scarred, literally, and battle hardened with a body and a style that left no doubt as to my purpose and place in a man's world and Dr. Martin was proud of his achievement. I had never been privy to the hierarchy which allowed Dr. Martin to call the shots in the ring of professionals who had both broken me and given me such resolve, not to mention skills a normal woman will never have. But whatever he had over them was not to be tested and that was obvious. So when Roger was brought into the fold and Doc chose to introduce me to him instead of leaving me with one of the others there may have been some grumblings but it was all smiles when Doc walked into the room.
Doc told me he had been grooming a new colleague to replace Dr. Finch and thought that Roger and I would be a perfect fit. He's hardcore my dear but you can handle that, right. Of course I can Doc! Good, well, treat him like you would me and don't disappoint me or Dr. Fields. When Dr. Fields came to the door I was all but drooling at the six foot three inch hunk of a man with arms I knew could hold me snug or hold me down no matter how hard I struggled and I was looking forward to being in both positions! I dressed to impress as I always do. I would say I put my boobs on a shelf but my boobs are a shelf! Even so I wore a longer corset to really force the heaving bosom of romance novel fame! Red lips, sprung hips, a mid thigh black dress and seven inch high no platform black patent heels that forced my instep to slightly past vertical and there was no way this man was going to end the night without filling my stomach with load after load of his cum! Good lord I was ready to go on an actual date but I was also ready to serve a man who might have a conversation with me like doc does rather than just gagging me again before heading off to work or a round of golf!
Oh my God, Roger exclaimed. You are a vision of heaven if I ever saw one. I blushed three shades of red and thanked him with a thank you and a peck on the cheek. Shall we go he asked. Oh yes, I replied and took his arm eager to touch him in even the most innocent manner! He opened my door and placed his hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the car and it was all I could do to keep from reverting to full on whore mode and dropping to my knees for him right there in the driveway! So, Dr. Martin tells me you're quite the smart cookie, but not too smart for your own good. My kind of girl. Well, I replied, I don't know that I'm any sort of genius, I mean, you can see how I've gotten through life. But I can follow along, I get the jokes, and I can contribute sometimes if allowed. But I also know when to keep my mouth shut and I think that's a good trait for a lady to have. Roger chuckled and then said, absolutely. You just might be a genius because the smartest woman in any room is the one who shuts up and lets her man do the talking.
I agree, I replied and smiled as he put his Paul Bunyan hand on my stocking covered knee. I love a woman in stockings and heels he said. You wear them often I assume? I don't wear anything else. Well then, that explains why you walked like you didn't even know you had such perfectly high heels on. Yes sir, I can't imagine taking a step without heels on my feet. Well good, Roger stated, then I won't have to spank you for trying to get away with a pair of flip flops! Oh, wow, ten minutes in and he's already teasing about spanking me. I pulled my skirt up a little higher and guided his hand to my stocking tops. Careful baby, I hear you're a tough one but you might just start something you can't handle, Roger quipped. Well, I've heard about you, too and I might be just tough enough to surprise you. Okay girlie, well, we'll see abut that in due time but right now....
I interrupted him by leaning over to undo his belt and I began to unzip his pants. Whoa bitch, what the hell?! What, I replied, you're hard as a rock, don't tell me you weren't hoping for this tonight. Well, yeah, but driving to our first date seems bit rushed. I continued to unzip him stroking that massive shaft through his boxer briefs. as I moved his cock from the side to a vertical position the head and several inches of shaft shot up beyond the waistband of his briefs and I rubbed the tip, looked him in the eyes and said, this is all the dinner I want tonight and began to place my lips on the head when he grabbed a handful of my long wavy brunette hair and yanked my head back hard. Look, bitch, I love road head but right now I've got to take a wicked piss and I can't hold it with you fucking with my cock! I looked at him with severe intention and told him, you don't have to hold it, that's what I'm here for! Stunned he relaxed his grip and asked, are you fucking serio....again I interrupted him as I ran my lips down to the base of his rod deep throating the entire nine inch length before pulling up and flicking my tongue on the head to stimulate his bladder to flow. Oh fuck, holy shit bitch, how the hell do you do that, he demanded as he was now pushing my head down in stead of yanking it back. Even so I never spilled a drop as I never do even though he was right, he had to take a wicked huge piss! Wow, baby, that was amazing. All the years I've been using bitches and I've never had one who could do that! Well, you can't say that anymore, now can you? Guess not, he replied. How long before we get where we're going I asked. About five minutes, why? Oh, well, between this corset and your forty ounce bladder I wouldn't be able to eat a bite but I was thinking bout dessert. He smiled, gabbed me tight by the hair again and forced my throat down on his cock that was quickly growing to full attention again. We never made it to dinner. We didn't even go back to his place. Instead, he took me to a private club where he introduced me to some of his friends. Needless to say when he returned me to doc's place two days later, still bound, gagged and full of cum it was clear that I had not disappointed either of them. The next morning doc told me to get myself ready because Roger was coming to take me on a second date. I think he likes you doc told me, I mean, he said you were the only woman who had ever truly satisfied him. Keep it up and I just might walk you down the aisle one day sweetheart. What the hell? A wife, me? I mean, sure, I had lusted over the beautiful dresses and romanticized the notion of happily ever after but I didn't need prince charming, I needed prince caning! But then, sitting gingerly on the edge of my bed after getting out of the shower I was reminded that prince caning had been hard at work the last few days! Maybe doc was right. Nah, who would want a bimbo whore like me?
Over the years I've gotten rather fond of being referred to as misses Roger Fields. Dr. Martin, gave us his blessings for a permanent union and made it clear it was to be honored by all the other members of what they jokingly called club med. So even when he retired and moved away to live out a new life in Vienna all remained friendly and the club continued as it had for years with old ones recruiting new members and new members keeping up the traditions. Roger used me to help train new wives and servant members for another fifteen years before he retired and he also decided to have one last adventure in a new land. We visited Dr. Martin one time in Vienna before he passed. As he wrapped his hands around my still tiny waist he asked, is it still eighteen inches? Yes sir, still eighteen inches. And I see you're still as graceful as ever in those delightful high heels. Oh, of course doc, Roger has maintained your standards for me perfectly. Good job Dr. Fields, I knew you were the man to take over for me. Thanks doc, she's a treasure I'd have never known if it weren't for you. Still have to keep her in her place though. Show him your ass babe. Ah, yes, doc laughed. A woman can never be allowed to forget her place and if she can't sit down she has to get on her knees where she belongs! I laughed with them because they were right. I loved being on my knees for Roger and all he commands me to serve. Say doc, Roger asked, for old times sake would you like misses Fields here to remind you why you choose her to train? He smiled and said thanks but no. Those days are in the past. Besides, misses Martin might get a little upset. We both looked at Doc like we couldn't believe what he had just said. Excuse me you two, I'll be right back. When he returned the click of another woman's high heels echoed on the hardwood floors and following dutifully behind Doc was an early twenty something filly in six inch stilettos locked on her feet and shackled at the ankles. Her arms were forced tight together in a black leather single sleeve with heavy leather straps over the elbows and wrists for good measure with another strap wrapped around a tightly corsetted waist and then around her arms to secure them to her body. Her mouth was sealed with enough packing to bulge the sides of her cheeks even though her head was wrapped in layers of duct tape. Dr. and misses Fields, I'd like you to meet misses Martin. She hasn't learned to keep her mouth shut yet as she's nowhere near as smart as you sweetheart. But she'll learn. This younger generation, so difficult to work with. Roger chimed in, I could help you get her mind right Doc. Yes, Dr. Fields, I know you could, as misses Martin's eyes grew wide in fright when Roger placed his massive hand on her delicate shoulder. But you know I always preferred a more long and drawn out process to mold my girls. Roger laughed, yep and it sure pays off, I almost forgot who the real master is here. Sorry Doc. No worries my friend. Please, stay for dinner, I'll just put her away and be right back with you. We enjoyed a wonderful night with an old friend and I couldn't help but think of the day he first tightened the corset that would now only allow me to enjoy a tiny portion of a delicious meal. But then I thought of misses Martin unable to eat anything until Doc decided she could and I smiled remembering when I was that girl and wondering what I could say that would have Roger stopping to buy duct tape in some Viennese hardware store!
And satisfaction is something Roger had never truly found.
Like myself he had learned early in life that he was different. A born dominant with a sadistic streak and a decidedly misogynistic bent he just didn't fit in with the changing times. He liked his girls in high heels all the time. And pants were for men only. Women wear skirts! He liked watching a woman choke on his dick while her hands were tied behind her and feeling her desperately trying to pull away to gasp for air. He liked to mark a bitches ass with his hand, a paddle or a whip finding even more pleasure in lifting her skirt the next day to see the bruising left by his handiwork. And, as I would soon discover, he believed a woman's hands should remain tied behind her unless she was out in public or doing something for him that he demanded. Obviously, finding a lady who would meet his needs in a permanent relationships would be no small task. It was, however, a task I had the experience and inclination to perform on a level he had never even hoped to imagine!
We were introduced by doctor Ripley Martin, a man responsible for my double F tits, my cock sucking lips and my ability to continuously swallow a stream of piss direct from tap without ever spilling a drop! Dr. Martin had cinched my first corset tight around my waist at the age of nineteen and enforced it's placement all these years so that today he is quite proud of my eighteen inch waist. I am too! He required my heels remain on no matter what I was doing or where I was going. And often shackled at the ankles for months at a time I learned the preferred stride of a women literally created to entice and service men to the point that I can no longer walk in any other way. The good doctor was never particularly cruel or sadistic himself but he often left me in the care of his colleagues and associates who were. I was battle scarred, literally, and battle hardened with a body and a style that left no doubt as to my purpose and place in a man's world and Dr. Martin was proud of his achievement. I had never been privy to the hierarchy which allowed Dr. Martin to call the shots in the ring of professionals who had both broken me and given me such resolve, not to mention skills a normal woman will never have. But whatever he had over them was not to be tested and that was obvious. So when Roger was brought into the fold and Doc chose to introduce me to him instead of leaving me with one of the others there may have been some grumblings but it was all smiles when Doc walked into the room.
Doc told me he had been grooming a new colleague to replace Dr. Finch and thought that Roger and I would be a perfect fit. He's hardcore my dear but you can handle that, right. Of course I can Doc! Good, well, treat him like you would me and don't disappoint me or Dr. Fields. When Dr. Fields came to the door I was all but drooling at the six foot three inch hunk of a man with arms I knew could hold me snug or hold me down no matter how hard I struggled and I was looking forward to being in both positions! I dressed to impress as I always do. I would say I put my boobs on a shelf but my boobs are a shelf! Even so I wore a longer corset to really force the heaving bosom of romance novel fame! Red lips, sprung hips, a mid thigh black dress and seven inch high no platform black patent heels that forced my instep to slightly past vertical and there was no way this man was going to end the night without filling my stomach with load after load of his cum! Good lord I was ready to go on an actual date but I was also ready to serve a man who might have a conversation with me like doc does rather than just gagging me again before heading off to work or a round of golf!
Oh my God, Roger exclaimed. You are a vision of heaven if I ever saw one. I blushed three shades of red and thanked him with a thank you and a peck on the cheek. Shall we go he asked. Oh yes, I replied and took his arm eager to touch him in even the most innocent manner! He opened my door and placed his hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the car and it was all I could do to keep from reverting to full on whore mode and dropping to my knees for him right there in the driveway! So, Dr. Martin tells me you're quite the smart cookie, but not too smart for your own good. My kind of girl. Well, I replied, I don't know that I'm any sort of genius, I mean, you can see how I've gotten through life. But I can follow along, I get the jokes, and I can contribute sometimes if allowed. But I also know when to keep my mouth shut and I think that's a good trait for a lady to have. Roger chuckled and then said, absolutely. You just might be a genius because the smartest woman in any room is the one who shuts up and lets her man do the talking.
I agree, I replied and smiled as he put his Paul Bunyan hand on my stocking covered knee. I love a woman in stockings and heels he said. You wear them often I assume? I don't wear anything else. Well then, that explains why you walked like you didn't even know you had such perfectly high heels on. Yes sir, I can't imagine taking a step without heels on my feet. Well good, Roger stated, then I won't have to spank you for trying to get away with a pair of flip flops! Oh, wow, ten minutes in and he's already teasing about spanking me. I pulled my skirt up a little higher and guided his hand to my stocking tops. Careful baby, I hear you're a tough one but you might just start something you can't handle, Roger quipped. Well, I've heard about you, too and I might be just tough enough to surprise you. Okay girlie, well, we'll see abut that in due time but right now....
I interrupted him by leaning over to undo his belt and I began to unzip his pants. Whoa bitch, what the hell?! What, I replied, you're hard as a rock, don't tell me you weren't hoping for this tonight. Well, yeah, but driving to our first date seems bit rushed. I continued to unzip him stroking that massive shaft through his boxer briefs. as I moved his cock from the side to a vertical position the head and several inches of shaft shot up beyond the waistband of his briefs and I rubbed the tip, looked him in the eyes and said, this is all the dinner I want tonight and began to place my lips on the head when he grabbed a handful of my long wavy brunette hair and yanked my head back hard. Look, bitch, I love road head but right now I've got to take a wicked piss and I can't hold it with you fucking with my cock! I looked at him with severe intention and told him, you don't have to hold it, that's what I'm here for! Stunned he relaxed his grip and asked, are you fucking serio....again I interrupted him as I ran my lips down to the base of his rod deep throating the entire nine inch length before pulling up and flicking my tongue on the head to stimulate his bladder to flow. Oh fuck, holy shit bitch, how the hell do you do that, he demanded as he was now pushing my head down in stead of yanking it back. Even so I never spilled a drop as I never do even though he was right, he had to take a wicked huge piss! Wow, baby, that was amazing. All the years I've been using bitches and I've never had one who could do that! Well, you can't say that anymore, now can you? Guess not, he replied. How long before we get where we're going I asked. About five minutes, why? Oh, well, between this corset and your forty ounce bladder I wouldn't be able to eat a bite but I was thinking bout dessert. He smiled, gabbed me tight by the hair again and forced my throat down on his cock that was quickly growing to full attention again. We never made it to dinner. We didn't even go back to his place. Instead, he took me to a private club where he introduced me to some of his friends. Needless to say when he returned me to doc's place two days later, still bound, gagged and full of cum it was clear that I had not disappointed either of them. The next morning doc told me to get myself ready because Roger was coming to take me on a second date. I think he likes you doc told me, I mean, he said you were the only woman who had ever truly satisfied him. Keep it up and I just might walk you down the aisle one day sweetheart. What the hell? A wife, me? I mean, sure, I had lusted over the beautiful dresses and romanticized the notion of happily ever after but I didn't need prince charming, I needed prince caning! But then, sitting gingerly on the edge of my bed after getting out of the shower I was reminded that prince caning had been hard at work the last few days! Maybe doc was right. Nah, who would want a bimbo whore like me?
Over the years I've gotten rather fond of being referred to as misses Roger Fields. Dr. Martin, gave us his blessings for a permanent union and made it clear it was to be honored by all the other members of what they jokingly called club med. So even when he retired and moved away to live out a new life in Vienna all remained friendly and the club continued as it had for years with old ones recruiting new members and new members keeping up the traditions. Roger used me to help train new wives and servant members for another fifteen years before he retired and he also decided to have one last adventure in a new land. We visited Dr. Martin one time in Vienna before he passed. As he wrapped his hands around my still tiny waist he asked, is it still eighteen inches? Yes sir, still eighteen inches. And I see you're still as graceful as ever in those delightful high heels. Oh, of course doc, Roger has maintained your standards for me perfectly. Good job Dr. Fields, I knew you were the man to take over for me. Thanks doc, she's a treasure I'd have never known if it weren't for you. Still have to keep her in her place though. Show him your ass babe. Ah, yes, doc laughed. A woman can never be allowed to forget her place and if she can't sit down she has to get on her knees where she belongs! I laughed with them because they were right. I loved being on my knees for Roger and all he commands me to serve. Say doc, Roger asked, for old times sake would you like misses Fields here to remind you why you choose her to train? He smiled and said thanks but no. Those days are in the past. Besides, misses Martin might get a little upset. We both looked at Doc like we couldn't believe what he had just said. Excuse me you two, I'll be right back. When he returned the click of another woman's high heels echoed on the hardwood floors and following dutifully behind Doc was an early twenty something filly in six inch stilettos locked on her feet and shackled at the ankles. Her arms were forced tight together in a black leather single sleeve with heavy leather straps over the elbows and wrists for good measure with another strap wrapped around a tightly corsetted waist and then around her arms to secure them to her body. Her mouth was sealed with enough packing to bulge the sides of her cheeks even though her head was wrapped in layers of duct tape. Dr. and misses Fields, I'd like you to meet misses Martin. She hasn't learned to keep her mouth shut yet as she's nowhere near as smart as you sweetheart. But she'll learn. This younger generation, so difficult to work with. Roger chimed in, I could help you get her mind right Doc. Yes, Dr. Fields, I know you could, as misses Martin's eyes grew wide in fright when Roger placed his massive hand on her delicate shoulder. But you know I always preferred a more long and drawn out process to mold my girls. Roger laughed, yep and it sure pays off, I almost forgot who the real master is here. Sorry Doc. No worries my friend. Please, stay for dinner, I'll just put her away and be right back with you. We enjoyed a wonderful night with an old friend and I couldn't help but think of the day he first tightened the corset that would now only allow me to enjoy a tiny portion of a delicious meal. But then I thought of misses Martin unable to eat anything until Doc decided she could and I smiled remembering when I was that girl and wondering what I could say that would have Roger stopping to buy duct tape in some Viennese hardware store!
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