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I'm your basic suburban family man with a loving wife and two teenage c***dren. To an outsider, our lives appear the classic "Leave it to Beaver" picture of domestic tranquility; nice house in the suburbs, good jobs, great k**s, Sunday afternoon barbecues, and white picket fences. But in the bedroom, our sex life has recently taken a seriously divergent path. Thank goodness none of our friends know about our new sexual adventures, but behind closed doors, my wife has recently taken the reins and now directs our sexual escapades in a way that would make most pornstars blush and would absolutely shock our neighbors. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

We met in college and married shortly after graduation, moving to Denver to be near her family. Our sex life has always been adequate, although after the second c***d, passion has waned significantly. Both k**s are now in high school and we are approaching our forties. Sex had become a one-night-a-week chore that left me barely satisfied. In fact, I had recently unleashed the world wide web of porn on the internet to get me off between our weekly fornications. After everybody was in bed for the night, I'd retire to the study, sit down at my keyboard and surf my way to a satisfying jerk-off.

As the weeks progressed, the r-rated pictures of hot little teen cuties had less and less effect on my middle-aged boner. I started surfing more hardcore stuff; orgies, bdsm, bi-sexual, transvestite, and even gay sites. The nastier the porn, the more I got off. After shooting a big load, I'd feel embarrassed and guilty, but I'd be back for more the next night, looking for more bizarre pictures to get me off. I became infatuated with pictures and stories of dominant women that took total control of their men, using collars, cuffs, toys, strapons, and multiple sex partners to humiliate their submissive boy-toys.

One night after dinner, I retired to the study to do some surfing and was surprised to find the computer on and a slide-show of my saved pictures playing on the screen.

As a panic overtook me, my wife's voice echoed from the doorway, "So this is what you've been doing every night for the last several months?" she barked with an accusing tone. "Surfing the internet for pornography!"

"I, I, I..." I stuttered, ashamed and more than a little embarrassed.

"Carl, you are one sick mother-fucker!" she screamed. "When I found those pictures on the computer, my first thoughts were to pack up the k**s and get the hell out of here, stopping only long enough to call a divorce lawyer."

"I'm sorry Sarah," I whimpered, unable to formulate any coherent thoughts to defend my behavior.

"But," she continued, "I took a few deep breaths and thought it through. You've been a good husband and father, so I decided to give you a chance to explain yourself. Not that anything you say will make me despise you any less right now."

I tried to gather my thoughts even as the nasty pictures continued to scroll across the screen.

"I'm waiting," she exhaled.

"Honey, I can't begin to defend myself," I began. "Our sex life has been pretty mundane over the last few years, and I started surfing porn to..."

"You must be fucking joking," she cut me off. "You're going to tell me that this perverse behavior is my fault and you are looking at all this very disgusting porn as a marital aid to overcome the perceived lack of fucking you are getting. I supposed you'll also tell me its better than you fucking around on me with a mistress? Or maybe with a fuck-buddy based on some of that gay porn you seem so fond of."

"I swear dear, I've never been unfaithful to you," I replied.

"Yeah right," she cried. "Instead, you spend every fucking night in your study, your dick in your hand as you fantasize about all these sordid sexual scenes playing out on your computer. I looked at some of those pictures and movies you saved, that's some pretty disturbing stuff you've gotten into."

I couldn't argue with her on that point. "I know," I meekly replied. "I don't know what has gotten into me, but some of this stuff just gets me so damned horny. I started off just checking out pictures of pretty naked women, but recently I admit my fantasies have taken a darker edge."

"Oh that makes me feel so much better," she sarcastically sighed. "I think you need professional help, you fucking degenerate."

"I'll do whatever you say," I begged, eager to find a way to make this awkward situation better.

"I bet you will," she replied. "Based on some of those pictures, I see you like dominant women."

I thought I detected a note of playfulness in her voice, but my optimism was quickly squelched.

"You'll find some pillows and a blanket in the hall closet. I want you to think about what you've done and how it makes me feel as you toss and turn on the sofa tonight. We will talk more tomorrow. And for heavens sake, keep your fucking hand off your fucking dick for change; try thinking with your goddamn brain instead of your fucking cock!"

With that parting shot, she stormed off down the hall and slammed the door to our bedroom. As I reached over to turn off the computer, I was shocked to find my trousers were tented and my dick was rock hard. The firm tongue lashing my wife had just doled out had given me a huge boner. I was on the verge of having my marriage and my life crumble around me, but my dick didn't care. My wife's aggressive demeanor and verbal assault had me turned on like a teenage horn-dog. Maybe she was right; maybe I did need professional help.

The next day was Saturday, and with the k**'s soccer games, yard work, and the other weekend chores, I had no alone time with Sarah. She gave me the cold shoulder most of the day and in the afternoon, she took the car and announced she was dropping the k**s at a friend's house for a sleepover and then she was going shopping. I spent the afternoon cleaning the house and made a pretty good dent in the honey-do list that had been accumulating all spring. I figured that would be one less thing Sarah could yell at me about tonight.

I had just finished mowing the yard when the car pulled in the driveway. I met Sarah as she got out of the car, eager to finish our conversation from the night before. The suspense was killing me and I wanted to see where I stood.

"Honey, can we talk?" I began.

"We can talk later," she replied, as she grabbed several bags from the back seat. "Go take a shower."

I tried to help her with the bags, but she pulled away. "I said, go take a shower! You don't listen very well do you?"

Obviously she was still pissed off. I was anxious to see if 24 hours had improved our situation, but having her bark at me like that only made my dick tingle in my shorts. My wife is typically very passive and she almost never raises her voice. I had to shamefully admit, her anger and aggression were making me hot. I hurried into the house and headed for the shower before she could spot my growing erection.

I took a cold shower to placate my horned-up libido. Drying off, I walked into the bedroom and was more than a little surprised to see an assortment of sexy women's lingerie laid out on the bed along with a note that read:

"Pick out something and PUT IT ON!!! I'm in no mood to be fucked with, so don't even think about refusing to follow my directions. I think I'd like to see you in a garter, some black fishnets, the fuck-me heels, and a lace bra. You'll find a red wig on my dresser and a choker collar next to it. Meet me in the study when you are finished getting ready. AND HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!"

This was completely out of character for my wife, but I was not about to cross her after last night. If she wanted to humiliate me to prove a point, I was willing to take my medicine. Not to mention, the idea of cross-dressing had my cock stirring again as it was one of the fantasies my internet surfing had recently unleashed. I had never actually worn women's clothes but the feel of the silky fishnets against my skin as I pulled them on had me immediately rock hard.

I workout regularly and have a decent body. Standing 6' and weighing in at a modestly cut 180, I look decent in a swimsuit. But my masculine frame looked rather silly in a garter and lace bra, especially with my 7" boner sticking straight out from my crotchless black panties. Nonetheless, I completed the ensemble by strapping on the high heels, snapping the choker in place, and pulling on the long, curly red wig. Not completely satisfied with my new look, I found a lace teddy on the bed and after stuffing my bra with some of my wife's panty hose, I pulled the teddy over my head and turned to check out my profile in the full length mirror. I wasn't passable in the least, but the enhanced chest did give me a more girlish figure.

Embarrassed of both my new outfit and the raging boner between my legs, I walked slowly down the hall to the study, sure I was going to trip and break an ankle in the incredibly uncomfortable spiked heels. My mind raced as I wondered what my wife had in store.

Entering the study, I found her leaning against the front of my desk wearing my oversized raincoat, a look of pure mischief on her face.

"That's my good little slut," my wife purred as I entered the room. On the TV she had a porno playing that showed a richly dressed mistress completely dominating her male slave. He was restrained in a sling and she was using a variety of toys on his puckered ass, occasionally giving his raging hard-on a quick tug or two and pulling on his roped up nut sack.

"Sarah, I'm so sorry..." I began, but she cut me off.

"Mistress! You will call me Mistress when you are dressed like my little whore," she barked. "Do you like the sexy clothes I bought for you today?"

"What's gotten into you..." I tried again.

"You really don't take instruction well, you little cunt. I said you will refer to me as Mistress!"

With that, she ripped open the trench coat revealing a shocking sight. My wife is petite, about 5'2" and barely 100 pounds. She hasn't gained a pound since high school and even after the birth of our k**s, she always regained her toned physique. Her breasts are a modest b-cup, but they are very perky with perfect little cherry nipples that stay perpetually erect and continue to defy gravity even as she approaches 40. Her cute little bubble butt sits atop a stunning pair of runner's legs. She has a beautiful face with big green bedroom eyes, high cheek bones, a sharp aquiline nose, and a pouty little mouth with big full lips. Her long wavy brunette hair is perfectly set off against her pale skin and my friends all think I married way out of my league.

Under the coat, she was dressed in a black leather bustier that hugged her every curve and showed off her cleavage to its fullest, a sexy garter belt and stockings, a pair of thigh-high 6" stiletto boots, and long skin-tight latex gloves. But the most shocking element of her wardrobe was a huge black rubber dildo that she wore strapped over her crotch. As she tore the coat off, the big rubber dick bounced menacingly and my gaze locked on her impressive member.

"I knew my little bitch would like my big black cock," my wife moaned as she reached down and stroked the massive dildo with her petite hand, her fingers not quite reaching around its full girth.

"Sarah, uh, umm, Mistress, what is going on here?" I stuttered.

"You've lost your privileges for asking questions, bitch. But since you brought it up, after a long sleepless night, I've decided to give you a second chance. And as embarrassed as I was to initially admit it, the pictures on your computer actually turned me on. When I'm done with you, I don't expect you'll have any need to surf the internet to get your sick little jollies. I intend to fulfill those fantasies and then some, with the added little benefit of getting my rocks off in the process."

"Oh Sarah, I mean Mistress," I sighed, "You don't have to do this."

"That's right cunt, I don't have to do this. But I want to do this. I'm going to make you my little bedroom bitch. I might be new to this, but you know me, once I find a new hobby, I enthusiastically embrace it. I expect that our lives outside the bedroom will continue as before, but behind closed doors, I'm in charge now. You will do as I say, you won't ask questions, and you will perform up to my standards...or else."

With that, she picked up a leather riding crop off the desk and gave my ball sack a swift swat, making me bend over in pain.

"Do you understand, Carlie?" she asked with a mocking laugh.

"Yes Mistress," I groaned. It appeared my wife had gone off the deep-end, but even after the painful blow to my privates, my dick was rock hard and the head was glistening with drops of pre-cum. Never in my wildest fantasies had I envisioned Sarah participating in my sick and twisted sexual perversities, but here was my chance to act out my sorted dreams. And besides, she looked so fucking hot in her Mistress uniform I'd have been crazy not to play along. Little did I know that the playing would turn intense in short order.

"Good," she replied. "Now, put this on your package and attached the end to the loop in your collar."

She handed me a leather ball and cock restraint that wrapped around my balls with a chain that secured the contraption to the choker around my neck. She then snapped a leash into the middle of the chain. When she tugged on the leash, I was forced to lower my head into a bowing position to relieve the strain the contraption placed on my groin.

"You look very sexy, my little slut," she commented as she walked around me to admire my attire. "I like the teddy, it makes you look very feminine. Do you feel pretty?"

"Yes Mistress," I lied, not eager to feel the sting of her riding crop again. I reached down to loosen the strap around my balls and gave my cock a quick wank as it was so hard now it literally hurt.

"Did I tell you to touch yourself?" she hissed as I felt the sting of the crop on my panty-clad ass.

"No Mistress," I replied, my ass on fire from the powerful swat.

"Well, let's make sure that doesn't happen again," she said. She picked up a pair of Velcro cuffs from the desk and attached one to each of my wrists. "Put your hands behind your back, slut," she commanded. She fastened the cuffs, effectively making my hands useless.

"As you can see, Carlie, I went on a little shopping spree this afternoon to the local adult novelty store. I have a whole bag of fun toys to try out on you. I charged them on your credit card. Didn't your Mistress do a good job you filthy little bitch?"

"Yes Mistress," I weakly replied, scared to think of all the toys I hadn't seen yet. I didn't know what Sarah intended to do with that gigantic black dick between her legs, but I was eager to find out.

Almost as if she had read my mind, Sarah walked behind me and grabbing her fake dick, she pulled my panties aside and rubbed the length of it between my legs and up my butt crack. "You like the feel of that big, powerful cock between your legs, don't you, you fucking queer?"

"Yes Mistress," I lied again. No fucking way was she going to use that thing on my tight virgin hole.

"Get on your knees, slut," she commanded as she marched back in front of me.

With my arms restrained behind my back, I cautiously dropped to my knees, my face now level with the big black protruding silicon dick, the angry molded veins seeming almost to pulse with life.

"Not fast enough bitch," she barked as she gave the leash a firm tug, further tightening the strap around my scrotum and lowering my head to within inches of her bulbous cockhead.

"Now show Mistress how happy you are in your new subservient role by kissing her big chocolate penis," Sarah cooed.

In my nightly jerk-off sessions, I had often fantasized about sucking a man's penis, but now that this massive member was literally inches from my face, I was having serious doubts.

Slow to respond to Sarah's instructions, she grabbed the rubber cock and slapped my face hard with the giant toy. "I said kiss it, faggot!"

Without further hesitation, I planted a weak kiss on the giant mushroom head of Sarah's strapon cock.

"You can do better than that," she chided. "Run your tongue up and down the length of my tool and get it nice and wet," she commanded.

This time I did as instructed, feeling the big rubber veins under my tongue as I licked the entire length. The dildo had a funny, but not displeasing taste.

"Yeah, baby, that's it. Lick Mistress's pussy juices off her big rubber dick. You took too long in the shower so I had to take a spin on that magnificent toy while I waited for you. Do you like the taste of Mistress's pussy juices, my little cunt licker?"

"Oh yes Mistress," I replied, this time telling the truth. Now that I knew that funky taste was my wife's love sauce on the monster cock, it tasted delicious. At the same time, I was immensely impressed that she had taken this gigantic dildo into her tight box, something I would never have imagined Sarah doing.

"Now lick Mistress's big rubber balls," she commanded.

I turned my head sideways and licked and sucked the rubber scrotum as my wife bounced the full length of the black prick on my upturned face.

"I think you are a natural cocksucker," she hissed. "Now open wide and take my big dick into your faggot mouth. Show Mistress what a good little cocksucking slut you really are."

While I had started tentatively, I was quickly shedding my initial discomfort and I eagerly took the first several inches of the monster cock into my virgin mouth until I felt the huge head bump against the back of my throat.

"Suck it!" she commanded. "Suck it like the real fucking cock you wish it was!"

I sucked feverishly on her rubber dick, swirling my tongue around the shaft, and pistoning my head back and forth over the several inches I could comfortably feed into my mouth.

"You look so fucking hot with that big cock buried in your mouth," Sarah cooed. "Look at the computer screen you little bitch, don't you look sexy with my hard penis between your lips."

I looked up at the monitor on the desk. Sarah had positioned the webcam to point directly at us and she was recording the action on my computer. There I was, on my knees, my hands restrained behind my back, dressed like a cheap whore, wearing a red wig with several inches of black rubber cock in my mouth. I had to admit, it was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen.

"But I think you can do better," she hissed. She grabbed the back of my head and forced the dildo against the back of my throat, holding it there while she applied gentle but firm pressure. I started to gag but Sarah didn't let up.

"Relax you fucking slut," she instructed. "I saw whores deepthroat more dick than this in your filthy pictures. You don't want to piss Mistress off, do you? If you want to be my cocksucking bitch, prove to me you are up to the challenge."

I tried to relax my throat and felt another inch or two of the monstrous b**st disappear into my mouth. Sarah held it there briefly before withdrawing the cock from my stretched and sore jaw. My eyes were watering and I fought the urge to throw-up.

"You will learn to deepthroat my cock, Carlie, or else," and she snapped the riding crop in the air making a loud crack. "Now open wide and try again. And look at me as you throat my boner, I want to see the lust in your eyes as you submit to my manhood."

This time as she slid the tool into my mouth, I lubricated it with my tongue as it tunneled past the entrance to my throat. She again grabbed my head and forcefully drove the length down my throat, burying another couple of inches into my raw throat.

"Breath through your nose, bitch," she instructed. "Cause you ain't gonna get any air through your mouth with this rod crammed down your windpipe."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing through my nose as I felt her slide another inch into my crammed throat. On the verge of passing out, I opened my eyes to see my wife's tummy mere centimeters from my nose, nearly the entire length of the massive strapon buried in my face.

"Very good, cocksucker," Sarah praised, as she slowly withdrew the rubber pecker. "Now let's see how your slutty little face likes getting a real fucking."

She rammed the cock back down my throat, grabbing my head in both hands, and for the next several minutes fucked my face with deep, powerful thrusts until I completely overcame my gag reflex and accepted her deep dicking without complaint.

"Tell Mistress how much you enjoy sucking her big, hard cock," she said.

"Oh Mistress," I mumbled as she pulled all but the plum-sized head out of my mouth, "I love sucking your hot boner. Please fuck my throat hard and deep. I love your powerful rod abusing my horny throat."

"You are a natural born cocksucker, Carlie," my wife said, as she finally pulled the spit-covered rubber dick from my tortured throat, giving my face a wet smack for good measure with the meaty appendage. "I had no idea what a fucking whore you were. I hate to think your talent for giving head has gone so long unexplored. Now it's time to up the ante a little, my pet."

She ordered me to stand up and bend forward over the desk, exposing my panty clad ass.

"Your ass looks very inviting," she cooed as she reached into the bag on the desktop and pulled out a butt plug and a bottle of lube. "Have you ever inserted anything into your anus during your jerk-off sessions?" she questioned.

"No Mistress," I replied. In truth, I had inserted my finger in my ass as I beat off on several occasions which served to greatly intensify my orgasms. But I had never put anything bigger than a finger in my butt.

"Good. Then you'll learn to enjoy this as I watch," she replied. She rubbed some lube on the 5" long plug, pulled my panties aside, and squirted a cold stream of the liquid on my exposed ass crack. After sliding the plug up and down my crack, causing me to moan in anticipation, she positioned the instrument at my hole and with steady pressure, inserted the cone shaped toy.

The first couple of inches went in without a problem, but as the plug grew wider and began to stretch my hole, I screamed in pain and protest. My wife had me pinned against the desk and without the use of my restrained arms, I had no way to fight back.

"Shut the fuck up, you perverted whore," my wife exclaimed, as she pushed the rest of the plug into my ass, the fat middle section making a distinct pop as it violated my tight rim and slid into my virgin cavity. "You know you fucking want it, so take it like a man. Trust me, your gonna be glad I decided to start slow on your ass before I'm done with you."

Once the plug was firmly seated in my ass, she repositioned my panties to hold the plug in place. The searing pain from the initial insertion slowly resided, replaced with a strange but not unpleasant feeling as the toy filled my tight hole.

Giving my ass a quick whip with the riding crop, she ordered me to stand up. "Now be a good little servant and go get Mistress a glass of wine."

I did my best to walk down to the kitchen in my high heels, my hands restrained behind my back and my ass filled with a foreign object. I struggled to get a glass out of the cabinet and fill it with wine with only limited use of my hands. Even with the effort I exhorted, as I left the kitchen, I noted in the hall mirror that my cock was still rock hard. My wife was treating me like a slave, but I was turned on beyond belief. Trying not to spill any, I returned to the study and offered Mistress her refreshment.

"Very good bitch," she said. "Now lie down on that bench on your back. While I enjoy this wine, I'm going to give you a little treat."

First Sarah unbuckled my wrists and had me put my arms under the bench where she refastened the restraints. I was now completely immobilized. Next she stood over my prone body and straddled my face, one leg on each side of my head, her creamy white thighs squeezing my ears. She pushed the strapon aside and lowered her pussy onto my face.

"Eat me out, fucker," she commanded.

I stuck my tongue into her wet pussy and went to work. I don't really enjoy eating pussy, but I was in no position to argue.

"No, no, no," she barked. "You always did suck at eating pussy. Maybe it's because you really wanted to be sucking cock all that time."

With that, she moved back several inches and positioned my head over the edge of the bench. She adjusted her strapon again and shoved the length of it straight down my open throat. She fucked my throat till the rubber balls were literally bouncing off my face. This went on for several minutes until my jaw ached and my throat was raw.

Finally withdrawing, she straddled my face again. "OK slut, try eating my pussy again. And take your time. Eating pussy is not a wham-bam-thank you-mam sport like you men are so fond of."

She proceeded to instruct me on how to eat her cunt, telling me what she liked and what she didn't. Each time I made a mistake, she smacked my dick with the crop, providing additional motivation to learn and learn fast. My wife never speaks during sex and listening to her tell me how to get her off made me incredibly hot. As my technique improved, Sarah began squirming in ecstasy, really grinding her pussy on my mouth and humping my tongue. She was getting so carried away and grinding so hard, I had trouble breathing as she shoved her wet twat straight down on my upturned face.

"Oh fuck yes," she exclaimed, as she collapsed on my face, her body quivering with orgasm. I eagerly lapped up her fuck juices, twirling my tongue around her red and engorged clit as I struggled for air.

"That's the first real orgasm you have ever given me," she said. "My little slut is now an expert cocksucker and a pussy-eater."

She moved down between my legs and bent over, her mouth only inches from my raging boner, the angry purple head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. Teasingly, she flicked the head of my cock with her tongue, tasting my cum and driving me insane. She grabbed my shaft and squeezed the head of my dick, making my pee slit open slightly. She drove the tip of her tongue into my slit, causing more pre-cum to leak from my tortured tool.

"Please Mistress," I begged. "Don't tease me anymore. Suck my cock."

Sarah stood up and raised her stiletto heel to my crotch, the spike digging into my ball sack. "You're in no position to ask for anything!" she demanded as she ground her heel into my balls and whipped my stomach with the riding crop.

"Your satisfaction will be in satisfying me," she continued. "Do you fucking understand you pathetic little cunt?"

"Yes Mistress," I whimpered, the pain in my balls making me completely forget about the plug still imbedded in my ass.

"Good. Now get down off that bench and get on your knees," she commanded as she again unbuckled my wrist restraints.

I did as instructed and she refastened my wrist cuffs. Sarah pushed me in the back and I crashed face first into the floor, unable to use my restrained arms to cushion the fall.

"Keep your face buried in the carpet, slut," she ordered, "but lift that pretty little ass of yours up here so I can play with it."

I was now in the very vulnerable doggy position. Sarah pulled my panties aside and removed the butt plug from my ass. I felt the cool breeze from the overhead fan blow down my now gaping asshole, half wishing the plug was still buried in my empty rear. I had quickly learned to enjoy the feeling of having my ass impaled on a fat toy.

"Before we go any further, I think its time you learned some basic ass-slut hygiene," she remarked. I heard her rummage through her bag of toys and she pulled out an enema bag. She inserted the tip into my rectum and squeezed the contents of the douche bag into my ass. I immediately felt the urge to evacuate my bowels.

"The clerk at the novelty store recommended this. When she saw all the ass-fucking paraphernalia I was buying, especially the strapon harness, she knew immediately what I had in mind. She said all new ass sluts needed a thorough cleansing. I expect you will prepare yourself daily from here on without my assistance. Your ass is mine and I demand it be clean and ready at all times. Hold it for 5 minutes, faggot," my wife commanded as she sat down and finished her wine while watching the porno play out on the TV.

I struggled to hold the warm fluid, beginning to cramp with the strain of the exercise.

Pulling me to my feet after the most excruciating 5 minutes of my life, Sarah ordered, "Go sit on the toilet and flush out that nasty hole of yours."

I sprinted to the bathroom as fast as I could in the fuck-me pumps and unleashed the douche into the toilet, struggling to wipe my behind with only limited use of my hands.

Upon returning to the study, I found my wife standing, a studded condom now rolled onto her menacing strapon dildo as she slowly stroked its enormous length. I also heard a low humming noise and noticed that Sarah had inserted a vibrator into her love box behind the huge strapon. As she stroked the rubber dick, the friction caused the vibrator to move slightly in her pussy, stimulating her clit.

"I am going to fuck you in the ass now, slut," my wife said, as she forced me down onto the floor, and positioned herself behind me. "That's right, I'm going to use this big black rubber cock to fuck you till you can't sit down. I'm going to make your ass mine and I'm going to love every minute of it."

"Please Mistress," I squealed. "I can't take all that. You'll kill me." To be honest, I did want her to fuck my ass, but I really didn't see anyway that big black dildo was going to fit in my tight little butthole.

"What a fucking way to go then," she laughed. "Not only will you take all of it, you'll beg me to fuck your tight virgin hole, you disgusting pervert. Now let me hear you beg for it," she ordered as she rubbed the big dildo against my exposed crack.

I tried to pull away, but she grabbed my hips and held firm. "I said beg for it, slut!" she screamed as she positioned the huge head at my gaping hole.

"Please Mistress," I began, realizing I had no chance of escaping the inevitable. "Please be gentle when you pop my ass cherry."

"That's a little better. But I will take your ass however and whenever I want," she said as she leaned her full weight against my butt, the head of the giant strapon slowly forcing its way into my tight sphincter.

"Oh shit that hurts," I exclaimed as she pushed harder, inch after inch of that horrible rod disappearing into me.

"Arghhhhhh, " I screamed.

"Shut the fuck up," she barked as she grabbed a pair of panties from her bag of goodies and stuffed them into my mouth to muffle my screams. They must have been the panties she was wearing all day because I detected the distinctive smell of her sex on the soiled panties.

"Now you know how much I hurt when I found all that porn on your computer," she cackled. "You brought this on yourself, bitch," she said as she rammed the entire tool into my aching ass.

I nearly passed out from the pain. Sarah held me firm with the entire length of the massive pecker buried in my hole, reaching down between my legs and giving my balls a firm squeeze.

"You are my little bitch now, Carlie," she said. "Your ass looks so good filled with my big black cock," she purred as she spit on my ass, the wetness running down my crack and around the rubber dick.

She slowly withdrew the rod till only the head was still inserted then rammed the cock home, impaling me again on the giant tool. With no further hesitation, she began to fuck my ass in earnest. Her pace increased and I felt the rubber balls bouncing against my own with every forceful thrust. She smacked my ass hard with the riding crop as each deep stroke bottomed out in my burning hole.

"Oh fuck yea," she moaned. "I love stuffing my big cock up your tight ass. Take it bitch. Take Mistress' hard boner. I'm gonna fuck that ass hard. Your pussy is mine slut."

The pain slowly subsided and I became aware of an incredibly erotic sensation as the strapon rubbed against erogenous zones deep in my ass that I never imagined existed. I began to meet my wife's thrusts and struggled less and less against her onslaught.

"That's a good little whore," my wife commented as she pulled the smelly panties from my mouth. "You like that big dick in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes Mistress," I moaned, no longer needing to lie. It was still incredibly uncomfortable and humiliating, but I was beginning to enjoy the sensation of the big dick sliding in and out of my tight hole.

Sarah withdrew all but the head of the penis and remained motionless for several seconds. Craving the cock, I moved backward to get more dick buried in my ass.

"You want my cock bad, huh slut?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," I pleaded. "Please fuck me with that huge cock. I need your dick buried in my ass. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like the pathetic little whore I am."

My wife grabbed my hips and continued to pummel my ass. She fucked me with long, slow powerful strokes and then changed the pace to short, fast thrusts.

"Oh yes Mistress," I groaned. "Your cock is unbelievable. Please don't stop. Don't stop fucking my horny little man-cunt with your massive rod. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!!! I'm such a fucking slut for your big dick."

She was relentless. I could feel the big rubber nuts bouncing off my own balls with every powerful thrust. She was like a woman possessed as she drilled by tortured hole grinding the huge rubber dick deep into my ass and hitting unexplored spots that made my little man-clit leak with pleasure. I knew the fucking combined with the vibrator in her pussy was getting her off too, as she was moaning and panting with ecstasy.

Unexpectedly she pulled the giant phallus from my stretched ass and ordered, "Stand up, faggot. Put your feet together and bend over like a good little bitch because Mistress wants to ride that hot hole while she's standing up; the better to really plow your slutty little man-pussy."

She spread my ass cheeks and reinserted the wet tool. I fought to maintain my balance in my high heels as the assault on my butt continued, her pelvic thrusts generating wicked power that drove the rubber pecker deep into my bowels.

"You fucking love that, don't you slut?" my wife laughed.

"Oh yes mistress," I struggled to reply. "It feels incredible to be impaled on your mammoth member, as you stretch my ass. You are fucking me so good!"

"You are one sick puppy, Carlie," my wife spat out, half in disgust and half engrossed in the power she was now wielding over her submissive husband. "I think I could get used to dominating your slutty ass and making you my personal little bitch. Are you my bitch, Carlie?" she asked as she gave my ass a hard whack with the riding crop.

"Yes Mistress," I exhaled. "I'm your slutty fuck-bitch and my ass is yours whenever and however you want it."

"Damn fucking right," she barked. "And right now, I want you on your back so I can watch your face as I deep-dick that tight little hole."

Releasing my wrist constraints, she pushed me down on the carpet, grabbed my ankles and prepared to fuck me in the good old missionary position. She hiked my ankles up on her shoulders and pushed down on my hamstrings, opening my ass to her oncoming assault.

"Open your eyes and look at me as I take that sweet ass," she ordered. "I'm going to make your little clit squirt like a faucet as I pound your hole into tomorrow."

"Go ahead, faggot, play with your little clit as I make your hole my bitch," she commanded.

I reached down and gave my hard cock a few tugs, knowing it wouldn't take much for me to shoot my load all over my belly and chest as she continued to screw my ass. Looking into Sarah's eyes as she fucked me mercilessly, I saw a fire of passion and dominance that I didn't know she possessed. She was clearly assuming the alpha male role in our relationship and the look of pure lust on her face told me she was enjoying this as much as I was.

"That's it bitch, show me how you pleasure your pathetic little penis as I violate your hole. Show Mistress what a wimpy masturbating faggot you are."

Sarah was so out of character, I firmly believed she was losing it. I never imagined she could be so raunchy and never fantasized she could be so dominant and aggressive.

She rolled me over onto my side and plunged her cock deeper and deeper into me, her stamina incredible as she fucked me raw. "I am going to fuck you in every position you can imagine, and maybe a few you never knew existed, bitch," she continued. "You wanted variety in your sex life? Well shithead, I've got a few ideas that will make your head spin and your ass beg for mercy."

I was only seconds from shooting my load. She sensed I was close and she pushed me onto my back. "Shoot your stinky little sperm all over my big cock, slut," she ordered as she withdrew the giant fuckstick from my ass and ripped the soiled condom off. "Show Mistress how much you enjoyed your first anal fuck by coating my boner with your sissy-sauce."

Just hearing her talk like that, made my cock jump with excitement. With two quick jerks, I erupted, shooting the biggest load of my life all over the giant black rubber dick.

As my orgasm receded, Sarah took total control, "Alright, bitch, now lick my cock clean. Eat your own cum off my fat tool and make sure you get every last drop."

Without complaint, I knelt in front of my incredible Mistress and hungrily slurped and swallowed every drop of warm, sticky jizz I could find. She grabbed my head and forced the dildo down my throat.

"Suck it slut," she barked. "Swallow all that cockcream."

Finally she pulled the strapon from my mouth. "You're not done yet, bitch," she said. "With your mouth full of your own faggot cum, I want you to eat me out one more time. Practice makes perfect and you have a long ways to go to perfect your pussy-eating skills."

She removed the vibrator and straddled my face again and for the next 15 minutes I brought her to several more orgasms as she ground per wet pussy against my tongue. Periodically, she would slap my forehead with her big strapon, and encourage me with her nasty talk. Only after her legs started to quiver and I thought she was going to pass out from pleasure did she roll off my face and sit on my chest, straddling my body, her rubber rod laying across my chest and resting against my chin.

Sarah grabbed her fat toy cock and gave my face a few playful whacks, "That was so fucking hot, Carlie," she began. "I'm still mad as hell at you, but I think we can work this out. Just in case you haven't figured it out, from now on, in the bedroom, I'm in charge. I make the rules and you do what you are told. Got it?"

"Yes Sarah," I replied.

This time she smacked my face hard with the rubber dick, no playful love tap. At the same time, she reached down and gave my balls a hard squeeze. "What did you call me?"

"I'm sorry Mistress," I stuttered, my face stinging and my nuts aching.

"In the bedroom, you will refer to me always as Mistress. I can see that one ass-fucking is not going to train you sufficiently. That's OK though, I've got some other ideas of how to keep you under control. I'm going to take a shower. Be a good little bitch and go fetch me some dinner. After I get my strength back, I've got some even bigger surprises to try out on you."

"Oh, and Carlie, while I'm eating my dinner, I want you to review the video of our fuck-session on your computer, and make a list of five things you can do to improve on your performance. Remember, you are my slut in training, and I want you to have some very specific goals to work on. For example, I want you to shave all your pubic hair, making your dick and balls perfectly smooth. But leave your asshole hairy. I just love drilling your hairy little hole. After ordering dinner, you can use the bathroom down the hall to shave yourself."

As I dialed for takeout, still dressed like a cheap whore, my abused ass throbbing, and the taste of my own cum still lingering on my tongue, I wondered if by bigger surprise, she literally meant she had a bigger strapon. As my cock stirred to life, I hoped she did. And later that evening after I shaved myself smooth, Mistress didn't disappoint me.