Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 and Preacher Sucks
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Wearing Her Down
By Danielle Marie
I guess I had it coming. I had been pestering my wife
Allison since before we were married to dominate me. It
started with innocent suggestions, subtle hints that I
would love to submit to her. Occasionally, during our
lovemaking, I would do something truly submissive without
going so far as to call her "Mistress" or anything so
obvious. I'd sometimes lick and kiss her toes and feet, or
tongue her ass, all of which she enjoyed immensely. But she
would never take command. Oh, once in a while she'd talk
dirty, or make up little fantasies while we had sex, but it
never amounted to much.
One time I tried to take the bull by the horns, and I let
her "catch" me crossdressed and tied up on our bed. When
she walked in, she stood there looking at me for a few
seconds, and after a brief pause I said to her, "This is
what I want you to do."
"I'm really not interested, Dan," was her reply, and she
turned and walked out. When I got myself released and
cleaned up, I went to Allison and asked her about what she
thought. She said, "It's your hobby, not mine. Just keep me
out of it, and you can do whatever you want, as long as you
keep it solo."
So, for several years of marriage, I kept it solo. I would
indulge myself in crossdressing and bondage scenarios about
once a month. It was enough to keep me satisfied, and it
didn't detract from our sex life at all. After a while,
though, I was finding it less and less satisfying, as I
began to become bored with the same old positions, and lack
of stimulation once I was bound. I enjoyed the frustration
of being bound and helpless, waiting for an ice cube to
melt, or for a timer to release a key, or the occasional
foray out in public while dressed, but I lacked the
stimulation that another participant can provide. So I
began to make subtle suggestions again.
I might tell her how I wanted to lick her ass until she
came, or I'd suggest that she spank me for being naughty.
Sometimes, when an opportunity presented itself, I'd tell
her how much I liked her lingerie and wanted to wear it.
Allison would always react with a raised eyebrow and
quizzical look, or with a heavy sigh. For many months she
continually rebuffed every effort that I made.
Finally, one Saturday, it happened. My wife had told me a
week ahead of time that she was going shopping with a
coworker, and would be gone for about six or seven hours.
They were heading out at nine in the morning to hit the
early bird specials at the mall, and would stay there for
most of the day. I thought this was a perfect opportunity
to do a self-bondage scenario, since I would have lots of
time to prepare something special. All week I made my
preparations so that I would be ready the moment she left.
That Saturday, my wife's coworker and friend, Darlene, came
over about 8:30. We all had coffee and tea together, then
Allison and Darlene left for the mall. Since it was late
October and I could wear long pants, I thought I'd try
something I hadn't done in almost ten years. I dashed to
the master bathroom and pulled the new bottle of hair
removal lotion out from the vanity. I had purchased it this
week for my own use, and went at it with a vengeance.
Within half an hour, my whole body was as smooth as a
baby's butt. I left only a tiny patch of pubic hair above
my cock, barely as wide as a Band-Aid. I shaved my face
extra close, then tweezed my eyebrows into pencil-thin
arches. I wear glasses with somewhat heavy frames, and the
frames disguised most of the trimmed brows very well.
I then moved on to make-up. Since I only got to practice my
crossdressing on rare occasions, I always tried to make
them as authentic as possible. I applied beard cover first,
some concealer beneath my eyes, and a light foundation over
all of it. Then came the setting powder. I chose a dusky
blush (much more suited to evening wear) and black liquid
eyeliner. I put the liner all the way around my eyes,
Elvira-style. Next came three coats of volumizing mascara,
which built my lashes to incredible thickness and length. I
applied five colors of eye shadow, blended to create a
glimmering highlight on my lids.
Finally, I applied a heavy coat of berry-colored lipstick,
then went over that with lip gloss to make them extra
shiny. With my face complete, I turned to my nails. I sat
at the vanity and applied bright red polish to my toenails,
then glued extensions onto my fingernails. I went for an
elegant but practical length, extending my nails about a
half an inch beyond my fingertips. After waiting a few
minutes for the glue to dry, I polished my new fingernails
with the same red as my toes, then went over all twenty
with two coats of clear topcoat. Then I applied gold heart
decals to my big toes and two fingers on each hand, and put
a clear coat with gold glitter on the other fourteen nails,
followed by two more coats of clear. It took nearly an hour
to do all my nails this way, but I felt it was time well
spent.
I went into the bedroom, where I proceeded to dress. First,
I sprayed medical adhesive on my breast forms, then
carefully aligned them over my nipples and pressed them
gently into place. I watched myself in the full-length
mirror to be sure they were perfectly straight, then waited
for about a minute while the adhesive set. When I let them
go, they hung heavily on my chest. I wear DD size forms,
and love the feeling of weight they give me. Next I picked
up my latex gaff. This one has a sleeve for the penis,
which is then pulled back between the legs and attached
with Velcro to the waist strap in the rear. The latex is
molded to resemble a vagina in the front, and it is so
realistic looking that tight pants can be worn over it with
a convincing appearance to most observers.
Once the appliances were in position, I began with my
foundation garments. First came a rigid red satin corset
with black trim, heavily boned, with eight garters. I
hooked the busk in front, then pulled the laces snug and
tied them off. I decided to tighten it gradually, so as to
accustom myself to the constriction slowly. So I donned
silk lace stockings next, red with a rose pattern in the
lace. They are very delicate and feminine, and looked
spectacular on my freshly denuded legs. I double checked
the seams in the back to make sure they ran perfectly
straight up my legs as I attached them to the eight
garters. Once the stockings were in place, I pulled the
corset laces a little tighter, tied them off again, and
then turned to my bra and panties.
They were a matched set in red silk. The underwire bra had
half cups that lifted my breasts provocatively, creating
noticeable cleavage. The panty was a Rio cut with a lace
rear panel and solid silk front panel. They went over the
garter tabs and came to rest just touching the bottom hem
of the corset. I snugged the corset another half inch and
tied it again, then pulled out my wig. It was a 20 inch
long wavy auburn wig, and I lovingly brushed it out, giving
the hair a wondrous sheen. I put on a skullcap first to
contain my regular short hair, then applied a bit of wig
tape to my forehead and neck. The skin cap of the wig
fitted my head perfectly (It pays to buy expensive wigs!)
and I pressed it into the tape to adhere the hair to my
head.
I looked at myself in the mirror to check my progress, and
I was amazed at the reflection. This was my best
transformation ever! I was actually quite beautiful. I
finished tightening the corset, wrapping the laces around
my waist twice before knotting them in the rear. My body
now measured 40, 26, 38, and was quite a sight to behold. I
wasn't too muscular, and was actually a bit too fleshy in
the thighs, but that worked to my advantage now.
I returned to the closet where the rest of my wardrobe
awaited. This is the part that seems to take the longest:
deciding what to wear. I honestly feel like a woman when I
get to this part, since I stare at the available clothing
and think there's nothing to wear! Should I put on my
nurse's uniform? Maybe a sexy French maid? Or perhaps a
proper English ladies' maid. I thought about my PVC
catsuit, a latex dress, or my Spandex superheroine outfit.
I had planned this for the whole week, though, and knew
what I was actually going to choose.
I pulled out my sequined cocktail dress and a pair of
strappy, high-heeled sandals. The dress has straps that
widen as they go up, giving a sort of keyhole appearance to
the front. By applying a bit of makeup to my chest, I was
able to blend the edges of my forms rather well with some
foundation and blush. I sat on the bed and slid the sandals
over my toes and stockings, watching as the shoes shaped my
feet into high arches with pointed toes. I buckled all the
buckles (six per shoe) and stood on the five inch heels. I
selected rhinestone earrings, pendant, bracelet, and
anklet, putting them on in turn as I reveled in the feeling
of femininity they imparted. I minced over to the mirror to
see the end results.
There I saw a very beautiful woman. She stood about six
foot two in her high heels, wearing a shimmering sequined
cocktail dress in white and red that hugged her ample
figure tightly. She had long cascading waves of auburn hair
framing her elegantly made up face. The rhinestones
shimmering at her ears and throat sparkled with each turn
of her head. Her legs, resplendent in red rose lace
stockings, were perched upon beautiful red patent leather
strappy sandals, revealing her toe nails in the same red as
her long fingernails. I was thrilled with the outcome.
I checked the bedside clock, and it was almost 11:30.
Though I had spent over two hours on the transformation, it
was the best I'd ever done. I was more convincing than I'd
ever seen myself. I then moved on to Phase II of my
project.
I wanted to immobilize myself in our den for a somewhat
lengthy duration, say two and a half to three hours, be
able to release myself when the chosen mechanism was ready,
but I wanted some external stimulation or punishment too. I
had planned everything throughout the week, so it was just
a matter of putting the pieces together. First I dragged in
the spanking machine I had built from an old ceiling fan. I
had experimented with numerous floggers, and found the
ideal match of weight and force in a one half inch wide
leather belt. I attached two of them directly opposite each
other on the fan arms, then adjusted the height on the
telescoping pole I had made for the machine to the exact
height of my rear end. I was going to be bound standing,
slightly bent at the knees and waist, so I tested the
machine a couple times to be sure I had it right. After a
couple adjustments in its exact placement and height, it
was ready to go. I plugged it into its timer, then moved on
the next device.
This was the key drop. Rather then use ice in stockings or
a thread in a candle, I decided to use an electromagnet. I
put the magnet on a high shelf, well out of my reach
ordinarily, and stuck a handcuff key to it. There was a
length of twine tied to the key and also tied to a hook in
the ceiling above me, so that when the magnet released the
key, it would swing to my hands. I plugged the magnet into
its timer, then went on to the final element.
This was to be the punishment part of my bondage. I had
decided to administer an enema, which I would have to hold
for the duration of my session. I filled the bag with hot
water, knowing it would cool significantly before it was
injected into me, then hung it on another ceiling hook
about four feet above my head. I pinched the hose with a
clothespin, tied a two pound weight to the clothespin, and
hung the weight from a solenoid on a nearby table. When the
solenoid was triggered, it would drop the weight, which
would in turn pull the clothespin off the hose, and I would
get the enema.
I then attached the solenoid and the timers to my computer,
to be remotely controlled by one of the PC Mistress/Master
software programs available on the Internet. I set the time
for the key release for a window of three hours to three
hours and forty five minutes, knowing it would be at least
thirty minutes until my bondage was complete, and wanting
to be tied for at least two and one half hours. I set the
timer for the spanking machine for random intervals of on
and off, beginning in forty-five minutes and continuing for
four hours. That way, even if my hands were free and I was
trying to release myself, I could still be spanked
automatically. Last, I set the timer for the solenoid for a
window of between one and two hours. That way, I'd have to
hold the enema for anywhere from one hour to two hours and
forty five minutes. As an added bonus, I set the computer
to begin a slide show in one hour, using about two hundred
images I had downloaded, and put the monitor where I could
easily see it.
Once all that was set, I began to bind myself. I stood
below a plant hook in the ceiling beam, and attached a
couple lines from it to the floor. Then I returned my
ladder to the garage and retrieved a two foot by four foot
piece of plywood with a few screw eyes placed in it. I
plopped the plywood on the floor and pushed the other gear
to where I could reach all of it. I attached a short
spreader bar of about eighteen inches to my ankles, then
ran ropes from my ankles to two hooks at the sides of the
plywood. This kept my feet immobile. I buckled a narrow red
leather collar around my neck. Next I wound a harness of
ropes around my torso, above and below my breasts as well
as around my waist. I passed several of the loops of rope
through a large steel ring, securing it in the small of my
back. I picked up my handcuffs and padlocked them to the
steel ring behind me.
Next I put on a head harness with a built-in gag. This had
straps that ran across my nose and over my head, as well as
around the sides of my head, and a D-ring on top of my
head. I tied a climber's hitch in one of the ropes from the
ceiling and attached it to the ring on top of my head. I
did the same with the other rope from the ceiling, but
attached it to the steel ring with my handcuffs. I then
tied a short rope to the D-ring at the front of my collar.
Last, I tied my knees together with a loose figure eight of
rope, cinching it many times to create a thick cord between
my knees. I wrapped the rope from my collar around this
cord, tied a square knot, then continued the rope to a
screw eye in the plywood.
This rope caused me to lean forward slightly, bending at
the knees and waist. This projected my ass towards the
spanking machine. I reached behind me to where the enema
hose dangled, and grabbed it. I raised the hem of my dress,
slid the nozzle past my panties and home in my ass, and
then lowered the dress again. The hose held it slightly up
in the rear, but there was no way I'd be able to reach the
hose or nozzle once my hands were cuffed behind me. I
grasped the rope from my head harness and began to pull the
slack through the climber's hitch. This is a sort of one-
way knot that allows the rope to slide through one
direction, but it can't be pulled back until the tension is
released. I took all the slack out of the rope until I was
standing as tall as the neck rope would allow, then pulled
all the slack out of the rope attached to the steel ring. I
wanted to be sure the handcuffs were raised to a sufficient
height to prevent me being able to reach the enema hose.
I stopped there to be sure everything was as I wanted it. I
was fully dressed, fully made up, fully bound, and the
spanking machine, enema, and key drop were all set. I
reached behind myself and found the handcuffs. Before I
could stop to think about it any more, I snapped them on my
wrists.
I was in heaven! There I was, fully bound in my own den by
my own hand, awaiting my fate. I could hardly wait to see
how well my planning would pay off.
I had been tied for about twenty minutes when the slide
show began, so I started to watch as image after image of a
beautiful bound woman, or a dominant Mistress, or rubber-
clad nurse toggled on my monitor. Only about three minutes
later, the spanking machine started. The first few smacks
were pretty gentle, as it hadn't gotten up to speed, but
after about ten whacks, they were going with full force. It
was not painful, but I knew it would have a cumulative
effect on my ass after a while. It was a fun distraction
from the picture viewing, and I struggled a bit in the
ropes to try to avoid the smacks, but that was useless of
course. After three or four minutes, I was wondering if I'd
regret the spanking machine. It continued for about forty
more smacks before clicking off. My ass was a bit sore, but
not painful by any stretch. I figured the machine had run
for six to ten minutes. It was very hard to gage the
passage of time.
When I had been bound for about forty five or fifty
minutes, the spanking machine kicked in for the third time.
It had only allowed me a break of about three minutes, so I
was still feeling pretty warm on the ass. I felt truly
submissive, and began to feel a wave of weakness wash over
me. It felt like a huge tingle that went over my entire
body, filling me with energy and draining my resolve
simultaneously. I now understand what is meant by an
adrenaline rush, because I believed that was what it was.
I had been watching slides and getting spanked for well
over an hour when I heard the thump of the weight. I don't
know what time it was for sure because I had intentionally
been facing away from the clock. I struggled fruitlessly as
the inevitable enema began its unstoppable flow. It might
as well have been a crack in the Hoover Dam for all I could
do to stop the flow of water. The water wasn't too cold,
thank goodness, and I felt my insides starting to cramp and
relax involuntarily. The flow continued to press into me,
occasionally slowing itself as it found space to slosh
around inside.
As the bottle was draining itself, the spanking machine
kicked in again. I thought I would go insane as I was being
pelted by the belts while the water was flowing into my ass
uncontrollably. The spanking continued for several long
minutes after the water was finished flowing. My abdomen
was still continuing its cramping and relaxing, trying to
accommodate the extra volume. Finally the spanking
relented.
That was when she walked in.
I had no idea they had arrived back at the house, since the
sound of the car was masked by the smacking of the belts
from the spanking machine. There were a couple closed doors
between me and the front door, so I didn't hear it open.
And they were wearing white Keds, so there were no heels
clicking in the hallway. There was just an audible gasp
from behind me and I knew it meant trouble. Of course, I
couldn't turn around at all, being stretched between the
floor and ceiling by the ropes, but I did hear Darlene's
voice saying, "Holy shit, Allison, you were right! I
thought you were full of shit but you were right!"
"Do I know my husband or what?" Allison said. "I told
Darlene you were probably all tied up, but I couldn't stop
giggling at the mall, thinking about the double meaning.
When she pressed me for an answer, I finally had to tell
her that I meant REALLY tied up! She didn't believe me, so
we bet on it. Wait 'til you find out what the stakes were."
Allison went on. "Darlene, you wouldn't believe the way
he's been wearing me down, trying for months to get me to
play this little game with him. He's been a royal pain in
the ass, always trying to get me to put him in lingerie or
tie him up before sex. He even suggested that he buy me a
strap-on dildo for a birthday gift! Can you believe him?"
I was mortified. There I was, fully feminized, in strict
bondage, on display for two beautiful women, and unable to
do anything to help myself or prevent my continuing
humiliation. As Allison and Darlene stood there, probably
ogling the sight that I presented, the spanking machine
started up again.
"Whoa!" yelled Darlene. I heard her stumbling about a bit,
and guessed she had been standing too close. "What the hell
is that?"
"I'm not sure, but I love the results it produces," said
Allison. "In fact, I think I'll do something about it right
now." Then there was a pause. "Wait a minute," Allison
continued. "Did you give yourself an enema, too?"
Obviously she had just spotted the empty enema bag. I tried
to nod my head, but I'm not sure she could tell.
"This is too good. Boy, or should I say girl, you thought
of lots of things I never would have. Well, let's just be
sure you enjoy yourself for a while. Where's your key?"
I gestured with my head toward the shelf. Allison walked
over to the shelf, but she couldn't get the key loose. That
was when the spanking machine stopped.
"No, that will never do," said Allison.
I finally actually saw her for the first time as she came
around from behind me and crossed the room to the desk. She
opened a drawer and pulled out the scissors.
"I can't get the damn key loose, so I'll just do it the
easy way."
She then crossed back to behind me, and I heard a distinct
snip. I realized she had just cut the twine, isolating me
from my key. Then I heard her fiddling around with
something.
"How the hell is this thing turned on?" she muttered.
I tried to see out of the corner of my eye what she was
doing, but it was no use. Moments later, the spanking
machine started again.
"There," she said. "If it's plugged right into the wall, it
won't stop again."
My heart sank. There I was, tied and totally, truly
helpless, holding in an enema that was threatening to burst
me open, and now being spanked non-stop by a mechanical
spanking device designed to run for hours at a time without
even slowing down.
"Let's go get started on settling that bet, Darlene."
I had practically forgotten about Darlene in the last two
minutes, but felt a new wave of humiliation knowing that my
wife's friend and co-worker now knew my most intimate,
darkest secret. As they left the room, I could only wonder
where this was going.
I have no idea how long I stood there. Time had no meaning
after that point. The best I could do to gage the time was
to count the slides, but I was in no mind to do that. I
suppose I could have tried to count the slaps I was
receiving from the spanking machine, knowing they were
coming at about two per second, but that was insanely
impossible. I hung there in defeat, most of my weight being
supported by the rope holding me upright, with my abdomen
experiencing cramps like I'd never known, my ass becoming
unbearably sore from the incessant spanking, my legs almost
unable to hold me up at all, my jaw sore from the gag, and
my arms folded uselessly behind me.
At some point my tormentors returned. That was when I
learned the outcome of the bet. They came to stand in front
of me so I could see them both. Allison was dressed in an
outfit I'd never seen before, consisting of black latex
stockings and gloves, a black latex corset with cutouts for
her breasts, a tiny latex thong, and a pair of studded
sandals in black patent leather with wicked-looking five
inch heels. She was also wearing a mask over her eyes and a
chevron collar with cascading chains decorating her throat.
She was leading Darlene on a leash clipped to a very high
red leather collar that was locked about Darlene's neck,
holding her head very high and erect.
Darlene couldn't see me, though, because she was wearing a
very complex looking network of straps all about her head,
holding on a leather blindfold and a leather panel over her
mouth. Darlene was wearing a single glove laced tightly
behind her back, with three extra straps wrapped around her
torso to keep it securely in place. She had on a red
leather and steel chastity belt, padlocked to her waist and
thighs. She had on red leather thigh-high boots with six
inch heels, with ankle cuffs locked over them. She was
hobbled by a ten inch chain padlocked to the ankle cuffs.
Allison was smiling proudly, displaying Darlene as if she
was a game show hostess showing off the grand prize.
"Kneel," was all she said, and Darlene struggled to get to
her knees without falling. Once she was there, Allison
produced an eight inch dildo from somewhere, and snapped it
onto the leather panel over Darlene's mouth. Allison then
wrapped the leash around Darlene's knees and clipped it
there. She pulled off her thong, grabbed Darlene's head,
and began humping the dildo on Darlene's face. I was
becoming incredibly horny watching this lewd display, my
wife pleasuring herself on a dildo being held rigidly by
her best friend, kneeling on the floor in our den, tightly
bound, with her face only inches from my wife's pussy and
ass.
Allison looked straight at me, her eyes locking with mine,
as I watched her face contort in pleasure from the fucking
she was giving herself. I could see that she was about to
climax, and watched further as she ground herself down
against Darlene's face and the fat dildo. She gyrated
uncontrollably as her orgasm hit, her eyes screwed shut
with intense pleasure.
After her orgasm had subsided, she removed herself from the
dildo, saying, "Stay there," to Darlene, then went behind
me and unlocked the handcuffs. I couldn't move my arms, as
they dropped heavily to my sides. Next she unplugged the
spanking machine, and began undoing my bondage.
"You really did a fine job this time, Danielle," she said,
using the feminine version of my name. "I honestly never
would have thought of some of these refinements, but I'm a
quick study, as you'll soon learn." She had loosened the
climber's hitch on my head harness and released me from the
ceiling. Next she untied the rope from my collar to my
knees, and finally she untied my ankles from the screw
eyes. "Okaylut-slave, into the bathroom."
Allison proceeded to lead me into the bathroom across the
hall, still wearing the head harness and gag, the collar,
and the spreader bar on my ankles. It was tough going,
trying to walk with ankles spread and wearing the high-
heeled sandals, all while holding the enema inside. When we
got to the bathroom, Allison raised the hem of my dress,
pulled down my panties, and slid the hose out of my ass.
She gave my bare ass cheeks a couple of sharp slaps, then
turned me around and sat me on the toilet. I never felt
such relief as I did when I let that enema go. As I sat
there, she bent me over at the waist as much as the corset
would allow, and began undoing the ropes around my torso.
The last of the enema trickled out of me as she finished
untying the ropes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. She
sat me back up, and snapped the handcuffs onto my wrists in
front of me.
"Stand up," was all she said.
I shakily rose to my feet, and she swabbed my ass with a
cold washcloth, making me jump a bit at her rough touch.
She pulled my panties back up, and fixed the hem of my
dress.
Allison stood before me and said, "Okay, you've worn me
down enough. You win. Since this is what you have always
wanted, I'm finally going to relent. From now on, I'm in
charge in this house. You have no status whatsoever beyond
that of property. Everything you do or say will be done my
way. You will continue to work for now, but every penny you
earn will be mine. You will have no assets, no belongings,
nothing. Even your body belongs to me now, to use or adapt
as I see fit. When I decide that you no longer need to
work, you will stay in this house full-time, only leaving
it when I deem it appropriate. You will sever all contact
with your friends, relatives, and acquaintances. If this is
not acceptable to you, tell me now and we will have an
amicable divorce. If it is acceptable, show me your
appreciation by kneeling down and tonguing my ass."
I hesitated for only a second before struggling to my knees
there on the bathroom floor. Allison removed the head
harness and gag, and turned her luscious ass to my face. I
stuck my tongue as far into her ass as I could and began my
new life as her total, full-time slave.
The end
Should I continue this story in more parts? I kind of like
leaving the story open-ended, so the reader can imagine all
sorts of goings-on to come later. Or, if someone wishes to
continue the story in another chapter, e-mail me and we can
discuss that option: [email protected]
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