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BY M.M .

Three days ago, my boss simply forced me to go on a vacation; my companywas doing so well, none of us had more then two weeks of vacation in last twoyears. I wasn't complaining; I loved to work, especially since business wentso well. Fiona, my wife, she also worked, so, for the last three days I wasjust resting and hanging out with guys. Yesterday we had a farewell party forNick, down at the club we use to go. He was leaving for Europe for two years;he had to go to manage a branch office of his company in France. I came homeearly this morning pretty stoned, so my head was killing me; I was never goodwith booze. I called Fiona at the office to ask her where she kept the medicine;I don't usually use any tablets so I didn't know where to find any. "Hi Fi,it's me." "Oh, hi baby, what's up? Why don't you sleep, sweetie, you came verylate last night, didn't you?" "More like very early this morning" I said, "Look,my head is falling apart; I need to know where you keep the tablets, I am dyingfor one." "Oh sure…poor thing; open my closet and you will see thatblack suede purse I have; inside you should find some aspirin. I, usually alwayshave few in my purse." "Ok, great, thanks honey…I'll go and check. Bythe way, what time will you be at home? I'll cook something nice for you." "That'sgreat, around five I think, if I don't get hold up, but I shouldn't, though." "Okthen, see you at five" and I hung up. I went to the closet and I found thepurse; it was rather big, she liked big purses. I opened the purse and reachedinside but there were too many things in, so I just took it to the bed andI just dumped everything out. I could never understand how she could carryall those things; it all seemed useless to me. She had two pairs of sunglasses,two packets of new pantyhose, few lipsticks, perfume, some papers, few lighters,calculator and two magazines. I found the tablets and I ran to the kitchento take one when phone rang; It was my wife, "Hey Denis, I just remembered;I don't think I have any tablets left in the purse, you should check in theliving room at…" but I interrupted her, "No, it's fine, I found themalready, you have one completely new pack in that purse." "Aha…ok then" shesounded kind of quiet, "Ok, I got to go now…bye" and she hung up. Iwent back to the room to put all that back in the closet and I almost didn'tnotice those two magazines; first I saw one called "The woman" and I didn'tpay much attention to it. However, the other one got my attention; it was called "FemSupreme".The title didn't do it, but the picture did; there was a very good-lookinggirl on the cover, looking really dangerous and holding a whip in her hands.'What's this?' I thought, so I sat down and began to turn the pages. This paperwas all about women which were dominant over men; it contained variety of articleslike stories, letters, questions which were answered by some other women, pictureof different sexual toys and aids, instructions for women how to reveal theirdominant side and many more…

I saw plenty of these magazines at the kiosk where I bought my papers butI never expected to find it in my wife's purse. Maybe it didn't belong to her;maybe she bought it for someone else. 'Who am I kidding? Bought for whom?'I thought; I was wondering if my wife was interested in all that; she neverexhibited any of such intentions or wishes. Our sex life was great; she knewI would experiment with almost anything if she wanted me to. 'Maybe she hasa lover! Damn, that's impossible, we are together most of the time…no,I know she loves me too much, that's not it.' I had million of thoughts runningthru my head; I didn't know what to do, 'maybe I should just pretend like Inever saw this paper…no, she'll probably know, she's not stupid. Ormaybe I should just come out clean and ask her, but that would put us in areally stupid situation. I know…I should lead her to expose her self,that's what I have to do, but how…I had no clue how to do so.' And suddenlysomething crossed my mind; 'Nick's wife is a psychologist; the only thing Ihave to do is to pay her a visit, she'll probably have some explanation forme.' I got dressed and went to see Sheila; her office was at the other partof town, so I drove there with my car.

After I explained her everything she laughed at me first and then she said, "LookDenis, it's no big deal, ok. I don't know if your wife has any secrets or not,but even if she does, you can still profit from all of it. Usually, when awoman is able to express and fulfill her fantasies, she is 100% better in sex.If she is what you think she might be, I suggest that you help her to expressthose feelings, I promise you, and she'll reward you generously. But, you haveto do that real slow; don't come down on her with pressure; she might get scaredand then you can throw it all down the drain." So, I went home to figure outwhat to do next. I decided to act like I never saw that paper and I was thinkingwhich is the best way to play. I took the paper again and red some more fromit; after some time I had a picture in my head, the problem was, this containedplenty of different things these women were into and I didn't know what itthat gave my Fi a kick was. Anyway, I had a plan.

I went to the kitchen and got down to work; I am a very good cook so I decidedto make some special food today. By four o clock I was already down; I hadplenty of food prepared, I fixed the table with candles and all that, boughtsome champagne and made her favorite cake "Vienna". Just before five I puton an apron and went to the hallway to wash the floor. When Fi came home, shefound me on my knees, wiping the floor in hallway. She was stunned; she couldn'tunderstand what I was doing, "Denis, what are you doing?" She stood right infront of me, "Cleaning the floor, darling" I replied. "But, what…" shedidn't finish; she was just staring down at me. I lifted my head and lookedat my wife; I was a very lucky guy, she was gorgeous. She had a figure of amodel; long and beautiful legs, curly black hair and body of a goddess. Shewore a mini skirt and high heels and a very tight shirt under the coat; shewas simply irresistible. She finally gathered her thoughts and asked, "Why,in god's name, are you cleaning the floor Denis? You are on vacation, remember.As I remember, we do have a housekeeper, don't we? Also, you said you wouldprepare some dinner."

"Yes, but I was just bored, you know…and the food is already done,don't worry." She must have thought that I lost my mind, somehow. 'I was boredso I decided to clean the floor'; I knew she wasn't buying it.

"What about your head? Still aches?" "No, its fine now, I took two of youraspirins" She was looking at me like she was saying, 'and you probably foundmy magazines', but I intercepted that, "those were in that small pocket atthe side." I thought I saw a relief on her face. Now, I had to start playingmy part, "So, how was your day at work; are you tired?" "Oh yeah, I am beat…fortunately,tomorrow is Saturday, so I don't have to go there." I grabbed her hand, pulledher closer and kissed her. "Poor thing…come!" I took her coat off andbrought her to the living room, "Sit down honey, and let me take those shoesoff for you." She was really surprised; I was always mindful with her as Iloved her very much, but this was the first time I took her shoes off. "Ts,ts…wait, I'll do better than that; just wait here for me." I went tothe bathroom, took some warm water into one bucket, one towel, some liquidsoap, a sponge and some body lotion. I saw her eyes wide open when I came back, "What…?" shenever finished. I kneeled in front of her feet and said, "Just relax, and letDenis take care of you, ok. Could you just take off those pantyhose for me?" Andwhen she did, I took her right foot in my hand and began to rub it gently withthat sponge, soaked with water. I applied some soap and just caressed her footwith it. I washed the soap away, dried her foot with a towel and repeated theprocess with her left foot. Later, I took that lotion and used it for a footmassage, "You know…I never said it before, but…you have reallybeautiful feet," I said. And she did; frankly, I never noticed it before, butshe had very pretty feet, very nicely shaped and rather small. "Really?" sheasked, "I always thought they are too big." "No, not at all…don't besilly; they look great" I saw that she became restless a little as I was caressingher feet; I figured all this must have excited her. "You are kind of strangetonight Denis. Something happened?" She was still suspicious about those magazines, "No,I just love you so much, baby, that's all."

"Hmm…so you like my feet? How come you never said that before?" Shebegan to be curious now, "I don't know, I like every inch of you, you knowthat…and those" I nodded my head towards her feet, "those look reallydelicious." "Delicious? What do you mean, what kind of expression is that forfeet?" "I don't know; it just came out. Why are you so edgy about this? Doyou want me to stop?" "No, I am sorry…I guess I am just tensed a little." "Sorelax, ok…I told you to relax." "Yeah, you're right, I am sorry." "That'sok, no need to apologize. Look, I damaged your nail polish with this sponge;I'll fix that right away." I got up very quickly and went to the bedroom; shetried to stop me but I was faster. I came back with bottle of red polish andsaid, "Now be very still, ok." "Come on, you don't have to do that, I will…" butI interrupted again, "Relax, will you. Just be still, ok." I managed to makeher so confused; she had her eyes and mouth wide open. I looked at her andasked, "What?" "Nothing, you're just so different tonight; if you wanted toconfuse me, well…you did." I didn't say anything to that; I just keptpolishing her toenails.

Once I finished, I bowed my head down and said, "I should blow a little,just to dry that polish, quicker." I came really close to her feet with mylips and began to blow gently. My lips were so close; I almost touched herfoot with them. I knew then that she was turned on; she began to breath deep.I looked up at her; she was swallowing. "Ok, we're done" I said, got up quicklyand left with all the things I brought earlier.

We had dinner; she was trilled with it. Later, we drank some champagne andwent to bed. We made love four times; she was very hot and I did my best toincrease that. We both were a little drunk; that was what made it even better.

We woke around eleven and she made some breakfast. "Last night was incredible,honey" she said, "you should go on vacation more often." "Yes, I really should,shouldn't I?" "And…that tongue work, what was that all about? I thoughtI'll go crazy, you were never so…so great with it, before. I don't evenremember all the places you…, you know." I just smiled at her and shegot up and came to me; she kissed me very passionately and said, "I love youso much." "I love you, too, baby" I replied. That damn Sheila was right. Justmessing with her feet made my wife hot and wild; I dint know how far wouldwe go with this, but I didn't care at the time. "What do you say we go outthis evening but little earlier; we can walk the city a bit and then go fora dinner somewhere. After that, whatever comes our way, ha?" "I think that'sa great idea" she replied, "what are we going to do in between?" she asked,then. "We can always go to bed and…" I didn't finish my sentence whenshe grabbed m hand, pulled me up and said, "Come on!" she led me straight tothe bedroom.

We went out around 1600; we took the cab because neither of us wanted todrive back home. We sat in a café downtown and had a really good cappuccino. "Ineed to buy something; can you stand 15 minutes of shopping with me?" she knewI wasn't really into spending time around the stores, "I know exactly whatI need, so it won't take much time." "Sure, no problem; we better go then becausetoday is Saturday and stores will be closed, soon." So we went and after someten minutes we were in one store of women's underwear. "You just sit tight;I'll finish this in a second" she said but I had a better idea, "Look, whydon't I just wait for you outside; I have to wait anyway, outside I can havea smoke while you are shopping." "Ok" she said and turned around. I went outside,lit a cigarette and waited. After a while I noticed a sex shop some 150 feetdown the street, so I went over there to take a look. I stood in front of thewindow and just looked at all the things they had exposed. The window was fullwith all kinds of stuff: magazines, video tapes, lubricants, sexy underwear,dildos, kinky footwear, whips and many other toys.

damn, I didn't want to say that .' "Just put it back,ok…" and she gave me the cane. She sat down, took those boots off andsaid, "Come on, let's go, that was enough."

We went out and directly to a restaurant; we had a nice Italian meal andwent back home as there was nothing special going on at the town.

It was still early so we crushed on a couch at the living room; she turnedthe TV on but I was completely uninterested in watching television; I was thinkingwhat to do next to provoke my wife some more. "What is it, honey; you are notinterested in television? I can turn it off if you want." I suddenly turnedto her, "Hey, you know what, maybe I could run to the video store and renta porno movie; we haven't see one for years, we use to, remember?" "Yeah, ifyou like we can do that, get a little hot…" she smiled wickedly. I wentto the store and came back after almost one hour; she asked what took me solong and I said I had to choose one.

damn, you're leading me on again, aren't you '. Shewanted to say something more but I was quicker, "I knew that."

"How…how could you know, ha?" she was all-defensive. "I guess I justguessed." I poured her fourth glass of champagne and after that one I wentfor another bottle. She was pretty dazed then so I just opened it and put iton the table; I knew that if she takes it and fill her glass that we are inthe business. And so, she did, just few minutes later, "So, hon…whatare we going to do? Do you feel kinky, maybe?" I asked and she came in quickly, "Mmm…maybea little, do you?" "Lets see…maybe you would like me, you little husband,to turn to a slave to his pretty wife, ha?" she just smiled and said, "Thatdoesn't sound bad. But we have no experience in this; what shall we do?" shegrabbed me between my legs and squeezed a little, "We can start gaining some,now. Let's see if we can dress you up somehow." I stood up and pulled her up,too. I led her to her closet and I opened it, "Hmm, lets see…" I tookout one black mini skirt she had and one white shirt, "put this on you andthen come back." She didn't say a word but immediately started to undress.I went out to her she closet and took some black sandals with high heels. "Putthese on, too, I'll be in the bedroom" and I left.

She came after 5 minutes all dressed up; she put on some new make up, too.She stood in the middle of the room and said, "Is this that you wanted?" "Ohyes…you look ravishing, darling." she just smiled like she said, ' Iknow '. I took off all of my clothes and said, "Why don't you justsit over there" I pointed to a chair in the corner. "Ok" she said and sat down.I went down on my knees and began to crawl towards her, but slowly; I watchedher as she was all getting excited. I came closer and said, "What can I dofor you, Ma'am?" she was a little confused but she quickly got clear again, "hmm…Idon't know, maybe you could kiss my feet for starters?", "As you wish." I bowedmy head down and kissed her right foot, several times, gently. "That's nice" shesaid, I took out my tongue and began to lick the top of her foot, "you havesuch a great feet Ma'am." She didn't reply; she was too occupied with her growingexcitement to even think about what I said. "The other one, please" she saidafter a minute or two. "No, no…that's not good" I said, "you shouldn'tbe asking me; you should request it, order it to me." She looked at me andsaid, "Ok. Lick my right foot, now!" she even raised her voice a little. "Yesma'am" I said and began to lick.

She was now excited like hell; she became restless and began to breathe hard,and I have to say, I wasn't completely cold, either.

"May I take your shoe off, Ma'am?" I asked her, "Ok, you may." I removedher shoe, took her foot into my hand and began to suck her toes, one by one.I could hear her began to moan silently; I looked up at her; she was swallowingheavily and she licked her lips few times. I then took two of her toes in mymouth, then three, and then all five. I felt her pushing her foot inside mymouth deeper. I took out her foot, and licked her sole few times, very slowly,from her heel to her toes. I put on her shoe and repeated the process withher other foot. I wanted to see my wife's panties; I knew those were completelywet.

"What else can I do for you?" I asked her keeping my head down like a realhumble servant. "Hmm…I don't know maybe you could just fuck me, now." "YesMa'am." I stood up and we went to the bedroom. "I came closer and said, "Wouldyou like to tie me up, maybe?" She looked at me again like she was surprised. "Well…ok,I'll just bring…" but I interrupted her, "I'll bring for you, whateveryou want." "Ok, bring me something to tie you up." I went to bring four belts;I had plenty belts so I picked four and came back. I lay down on the bed andstretched my self. "No, lay down on your stomach, first!", "As you wish". Shetook the belts and began to tie my hands and legs to the bed rail; at thattime she wasn't ashamed of anything, anymore; I could tell by the look on herface. "Ok, that's it, can you move?" I could a little but she did a good job. "Isuppose that you thought that I would just jump on you and fuck you; you werewrong. First I want to do something." She went to the closet and came backwith a 'WHIP'????

For an hour or so she was just toying and teasing me and then, as she thoughtit was enough for the morning, we stopped. She slipped into some normal houseclothes and we went to the living room. "By the end of these three days, you'llbeg me to forgive you for not saying that you'll always love me" she said oncewe sat at the table. "Yes…well, that's what I wanted to tell you whenI rushed to the bedroom after you; I wanted to say I am sorry for acting likethat. You know I love you very much…I always will and, even you can'tdo anything to change that." She just watched me for a while like she was thinkingwhether to ask me what she had in mind or not, so after a while, "You mean,even if I...lets say, hurt you a little more severely, you'll still love me?" Ididn't like the sound of that so I said, "I don't know, depends how much, Iguess" I leaned closer to her and said, "Why? Do you want to hurt me? MaybeI should ask myself if you still love me, ha." I saw by the expression on herface she didn't like her own thoughts, "No, no…I just thought if I maybe…let'ssay, get carried away a little and do something I usually wouldn't; you know,just by accident", "Well…don't get carried away, it's simple as that;if you cannot control it then we'll stop right now." She leaned closer andsaid softly, "You still owe me two days" and finished with a wicked grin onher face. There was nothing I could do but to say, "Two and a half…wella little more then that."

' Let's just see how things develop' I thought, 'Itcould turn out to be fun after all' …..

6 months later

Minutes seemed like hours, hours long as days, and days…I lost countof the days; maybe it was two weeks, maybe two and a half. The "shit-hole",as she likes to call our cellar was cold and wet; it wasn't empty but stillit seemed so. All the things we kept inside I had to move up to the attic soher playroom could serve for only one purpose: to become my home. When shewas arranging it she seemed handier then me with different house tools; drillingwalls to fit chains and shackles, tooling wood to make different kinds of devicesfor things only she knew the purpose for and, finally, a weight scale. "Nexttime you'll see the daylight is when you loose 35 pounds" she said; I had only170 and I knew I wasn't fat or anything so I didn't understand what she wanted.At the same time I noticed how she grew stronger; I knew she was working outmore then usual at the gym.

She made me even quit my job so she could have me any time she wanted; asshe had a good job and with her fathers money, it was more then enough forus and I really never had to work but I liked working. Finally, she knew Icouldn't leave as I had a big loan and a mortgage to pay off so she paid monthlyinstallments instead. But, above all things that happened during last threemonths, only one thought scared me like hell; I knew I could take anythingbut I could never deal with her bringing someone else, some other man to ourhouse to fulfill her desires one way or another. She never did such thing,nor did she ever even show a smallest sign that I wasn't enough. What I couldn'tunderstand was her constant repeating how she loved me very much, even afterworst beatings I received.

Red, smothered light was the only thing that helped me to see in my dungeonduring day and while I was alone; the dimmer was outside so, every time shewas in with me, she'd lit it up.

Finally, after who knows how long, I weighted 135 pounds; I couldn't seemyself but I began to feel my bones under my skin. Bread, water, boiled foodonly and some vitamin tablets was the only thing she fed me with for long time;everything else was in order, my toilet and my bed were fine and I kept themneat. I felt ok but my whole strength disappeared somewhere inside this dungeon.By this time she had hundreds of toys and dozens of different outfits; sheplaced two cameras on opposite corners of the ceiling but she wasn't reallywatching me; she was recording every session we had and then, she'd watch itwhen she felt like it.

Those were the worst times; sometimes, after watching a recorded session,she'd come down and, "Go over to the cross!" the wooden X shaped cross securedto the wall: she tied me to it and, "Oh baby…you know how much I loveyou, don't you? I am really sorry but I feel kind of sadistic tonight and…well,I need you to suffer for me, please." With those kinds of words I knew shewas still at some moderate level of cruelty but sometimes she wouldn't saya word; she'd just blaze in and start hitting me in whatever way she couldcome up with. By then she was much stronger then I was, let alone that I wasfirmly shackled to a long chain, therefore limited to defend myself.

"Let's see the progress" she said and pointed to the scale; once I was onit she said, "Yes, that's it…135 pounds" then she moved away a littleand examined me swiftly, "Good, that's the way I want you, light as a feather.This way you cannot resist me" she smiled wickedly and said, "When I come tothink of it, you never could, could you? That's why I love you so much" shecame closer to me and whispered, "And I also like to hear from you how muchyou love me, you know that." I wasn't sure what kind of feelings I had forher in those moments but I knew better then to piss her off so I'd say, "Ofcourse Fiona, you know I love you" and right there I made a mistake. She movedaway, put a serious look on her face and said, "What did I tell you to callme while we are in here, ha!?" "Yes, yes…I know, I am sorry…Imade a mistake…forgive me, please" but it was too late…everytime.

"Kneel bitch! On the floor!" and I obeyed, "Now, crawl over to the closetand bring me…bring me my ' Satania's '",my blood froze when I heard that name. She had names for almost all of herequipment, especially footwear, "No, please no…not them Mistress". Shecame to me quickly, swung her right hand and her fist landed right on my temple;as I fell to the floor, like in haze I heard her yell, "SHUT UP AND OBEY, DOG!" Iknew I should because it could get worst; those boots were made for killing,7" heels with brass spikes that she sharpened herself even more; 3" thick solesthat can crush a stone, let alone some of my bones. I knew I was fucked and,the only thing I could do was to play along and get fucked as less as possible.

I took the boots from the closet and crawled back to the chair where shesat, "Good…take off my pumps and put the boots on. Buckle them niceand tight" so I began my work hoping that she'd calm down until I finish withall those buckles.

Once I was done she moved them on the floor a little to see how they fit;she grabbed my hair and said, "Come!"

She pulled me across the cellar until we reached the table, below which,were 4 equally pinned shackles, "Stretch yourself there!" she pointed to thespace between shackles. Once I did she locked my wrists and ankles to the shackles;those were distributed so precisely that my body was all tensed while I wasshackled to the floor. She stood above me, each leg on one of my sides; shelooked down at me with fire in her eyes; I took a glance at those devious lookingheels standing by beside me and remembered my last encounter with them; I washorrified as I could never anticipate what exactly and to what extent she'ddo to me.

She placed the tip of her right boot sole on my forehead and said, "Stickyour tongue out and lick the tip of my heel!" I obeyed and, as I passed mytongue over her heel, I had to do it softly so I wouldn't cut my tongue onit. She moved it away and placed it atop of my chest; then she began to addsome pressure to it and soon, she was leaning on her right leg. I wasn't supposedto make any sounds; I knew that so I gave my best to endure as much as I could.After a while her left leg found its place on my chest too so she was standingwith her full weight on top of me. Little drops of blood began to appear atthe spots where her heels were; we both knew if she'd move her body a littleher heels would penetrate my flesh instantly. "I could easily take your lifewith these" she, proudly said the words I've heard before, and lifted one legin the air just to land it again a little lower towards my stomach. Then theother leg followed as she began to slowly move downwards; each step left abruise on my skin and, as hard as she tried, she couldn't avoid hurting mewith those heels. At one moment she moved a little quicker and stepped at theedge of my torso; her leg slipped down to the floor and she almost lost herbalance; at the same time, her heel ripped my skin deep and I yelled 'AAHHHH!'

She looked at me and said, "Who said you can yell?" I wanted to say somethingbut she was quicker; in an instant she was back on top of my chest, her heelsdigging into me. She never saw that bruise as she always used to not noticeanything while she was in this kind of mood; I saw her lifting her right legin the air and, as she stood on her left only, I gasped for air, "I can't breathe…" Isaid; she never replied to that, instead, her boot came down hard and collidedwith my mouth. My lower lip began to bleed but she didn't move her boot; instead,she twisted it around my mouth like she was putting out a cigarette stub. Shelifted her other leg in the air, leaned completely on my mouth and balancedlike that for a while; I thought my head would explode. I knew then she lostit; I could always tell the exact moment she lost control. She moved away frommy face just to start walking all over my body; she didn't pay much attentionto the bruises she made with each step. I began to squeak and gasp for theair with every step she made but, not even that bothered her anymore; afterseveral minutes of such torment she stepped off on the floor and looked atme; she was excited, her breaths were deep and the sight of dozens of bruiseson my body excited her even more. She straddled me and squatted down abovemy chest; her hand passed across my lip to collect some blood; as she lickedit from her hand she said, "I love the smell of it…the taste", she grabbedmy face with both of her hands and gazed at my eyes; after maybe 15 secondsshe said, "One day I might not be able to stop myself…maybe you shouldgive it a thought." She always used to say different things, but those wordsI've heard for the first time then and, somehow, it sounded different; it scaredme much more then usual.

She stood up, looked down on me and said, "There was something you said earlierthat made me tremble out of excitement", her voice was soft but determined, "Ithink you deserve some pussy, don't you?" that wasn't really a question; Iknew I was supposed to keep quiet. She moved around to unlock the shacklesand, when she was done, she said, "Stand up and go over to the bed!"

I obeyed as I always do and she told me to lie down on my back. As everythingelse in this cellar, the bed had four shackles, too, each for one of my wristsand ankles. She secured them around my extremities and I was again completelyimmobilized, "You just wait, I have to bring something I am missing in here",she turned around and as she walked away she mumbled to herself 'I though Ihad everything by now…some things are always missing'.

Before she left, she took off her boots and put the pumps again; it tookher about 10 minutes to come back. I wanted to see what it was that she wentto fetch but there was nothing to see; she went to the bed top and hid somethingbelow the mattress. I was curious to see what it was but still wiser enoughnot to ask.

She climbed on the bed and stood above me; she removed her shoes and quicklyplaced one of her feet near my mouth, "Lick it!" she ordered so I stuck mytongue out and began to lick her foot sole thoroughly. "Come on, I know youlike it. I want to see that dick of yours up", she knew it would work for meand my penis began to erect slowly. After some time she moved forward and justlanded her cunt on my face, "Lick it…lick my ass!" My face disappearedbeneath her bottom; I licked her asshole as she rubbed her pussy all over mynose. Soon, my whole face was covered with her juices; she got so hot and hornyshe began to jump up and down on my face; she almost came, but managed to stopher self in time. She turned around to check on my cock; it was standing proudand hard in the air, "Gooood, that's it", swiftly she moved away just to positionherself above my penis. Those were nice times for me; since she began to enjoyher own cruelty too much, rarely I had such opportunity to eat her pussy andget fucked later on. Slowly, she slid on my shaft and began to move in eclipticmotion, "I will allow you to come today…I want you to come for me…mmmhh,yes" she began to increase the pace, "You like me fucking you, don't you? Ooohhh,I know you do…god." It felt great, finally I was getting some sex, "Butyou have to…oh, yes…tell me before you come, understand? I needto know", "Yes mistress" I replied after a long time, "Thank you" I said asI wanted to get her in some nicer mood. Soon, I forgot all about the bruiseson my body as I was in ecstasy; she was fucking me good, she knew her business.

I saw how she was holding back; she could have come at least 5 times untilthen but she wouldn't. I was getting close, too; my muscles began to hardenas I felt blood rushing thru my stomach down to my groin, "I am close…veryclose" I said, "Yes…really?" she asked to be sure, "Yes mistress…ooohhh…soclose"; I was ready to shoot my load and, in all that ecstasy I closed my eyes;I felt her moving forward as she decreased the pace a bit, but she never stopped.I dint know what she was doing and I didn't care; I just wanted to come. AsI was at the edge I felt her pulling something over my head; I opened my eyesand I realized she pulled a thick transparent plastic bag over my head; instantly,I freaked out, "NOO!" I yelled, but she just gathered the bag opening in herfist and around my neck and tied it up. In panic, I began to breathe fasterso the air inside was gone in an instant; I heard her say, "Either you comethis way; either you don't come at all…EVER!" I haven't lost my erectionbut I wasn't feeling like coming anymore; I tried to breathe but I just suckedon that plastic with my mouth; the air was all gone, "COME ON, SPURT YOU BITCH!" shewas yelling, "YOU CAN DO IT, COME ON!" She increased the pace again to helpme come but her grip on that bag wasn't slacking one bit. I tried to concentratevery hard and, after a little while, I felt my sperm running out; as she feltthe hot liquid inside her she went orgasmic; her muscles gripped around myshaft and her hips clinched my body. Her orgasm lasted so long, it seemed likeminutes; she never let go of that bag and I began to faint. Soon, everythingwent black in front of my eyes and I couldn't feel a thing.

When she woke me up with few slaps on my cheeks, I had trouble rememberingwhat happened; as it came back to me I almost began to cry like a baby, "Darling,don't be afraid" I heard her saying, "I just wanted to see if you could doit under that kind of pressure." I was still tied to the bed and she boweddown; I felt her warm lips touching mine and then she said, "You gave me anorgasm like never before…I am so grateful that I decided to let youout of the shit-hole but you must behave."

She unlocked those shackles and left; at the stairs she said, "Come on, getyou act together and come out; you deserve some sunlight."

The most amazing thing was how Fiona changed like a chameleon depending onher whereabouts; a cruel and merciless torturess that she was, while insidethat cellar, would swiftly change into a caring and loving wife in our livingroom, ready to do almost anything for her husband. I knew I could talk andact casual without any fears she might abuse me in any way while we were up.After I spent some time mending the wounds she caused with her heels, I wentout to our garden; I sat down by the table and soon, she joined me, too, carryingtwo cans of beer. "I'll make you a special meal tonight" she said, "somethingyou like the most."

While she was at it, I spent time just resting and trying to figure out howto bring my wife back. I wanted my gentle and kind Fiona back; Fiona that Imarried once. I wanted her to forget all about her sadistic games, to forgetthat we even had a cellar. But deep down, I had strong doubts that it was possible;she changed too much and I didn't know the way to bring her back.

Whatever she was preparing smelled great; I wanted to take a look at thefood but, when I got in the kitchen, she wasn't there. I heard her talkingto someone on the phone from our bedroom; I didn't want to spy on her but,few of her words that I overheard, got my attention. Silently, I came closerto the door and listened for a while, "I know, it's really weird…I can'texplain it" she'd say a sentence or two then paused to listen what other personon the phone was saying to her, "I don't know, maybe…yes, yes, of courseyou're right" she continued, "Of course I'll be careful, don't worry" she pausedfor a little longer and then, "No, not really…I mean, the act itselfturns me on, but the fact that I did it…that's the greatest turn onfor me…I felt so much power at that moment, I don't know how to explainit in any other way." I felt that she'd hang up soon, so I walked away as Ididn't want her to find me standing behind the door. I had no idea what shewas talking about, or with whom on the phone, but I had a feeling it wasn'tjust some ordinary, every-day chat.

Dinner was great; she outworked her own cooking skills with several differentdishes and a desert. After dinner we just sat by the table and had some wine;I wanted to talk to her about what I was trying to figure out earlier; howto end those, already dangerous, games. She sensed something was going on soshe asked me, "You're so quiet; is there anything you want to talk about?" Ihesitated because, even though, she was a woman, I felt her power; I knew Iwouldn't be able to overpower her even if we would get into a physical struggleand that was something I wanted to avoid at any cost. After some time I decidedto speak, "Yes, there is something; you see, several months ago, when we…whenI suggested that we could…" I stopped as I felt insecure but she said, "Goon, and tell me." "Well, I just didn't expect it to get so extreme and, and…painful…youknow what I mean", at first she acted like she didn't know what I was talkingabout so she said, "You mean?" at the same time pointing her head towards thecellar door.

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean", I stopped for a while and said, "You're reallyhurting me sometimes…badly…I don't know if I'll be able to takeit much longer." Suddenly, she stood up and walked quickly towards me, aroundthe table; at that moment, seeing her coming towards me like that, I realizedhow frightened I was; instantly I said, "Please, don't…" She burst intolaughter and, after she sat on the chair beside me she said, "You really arescared of me, aren't you? Poor darling, I really did fuck with your mind forthe past few months, haven't I?" She took the bottle to pour me some more winebut it was empty; she rose and said, "I'll be right back!" After a while shecame back with another opened bottle, poured some wine into my glass and satdown again, "Ok, maybe you're right; we should probably quit all this…Iseem to loose control sometimes and I realize I am getting dangerous", I couldn'tbelieve my ears as I wasn't expecting it to be so easy. She smiled at me, caressedmy cheek with her hand and, softly kissed me on my forehead. She stood up andbegan to collect the dishes from the table; I felt so relieved it made me dizzy.As she walked away; I took that glass of wine and emptied it to the bottom.I just leaned back and relaxed; I almost forgot how it felt to be relaxed.Few minutes passed and I began to feel sleepy; my eyelids became very heavyand I though it came from such sudden relief; I was wrong. She came behindme, leaned close to my head and said, "Did you really think I'd give up onmy highest pleasures so easily?" her voice was calm and soft but still, itfroze my blood; I turned around towards her to say something but whole roombegan to spin. Last thing I heard was her saying with elevated tone of voice, "God,how stupid can you be!" I saw her moving away and raising her hand; her fistlanded on my left temple and I flew off the chair right on the floor.

I don't know how much time passed until I woke up but, as I was again inthe cellar, tied to that cross with my face to the wall, it had to be at leastan hour since she drugged me. I still felt so groggy, but the uncomfortableposition that I was at, woke me up.

I tried to turn around a bit to see if she was in; once I saw that I wasalone I felt kind of relieved, although, I knew it wouldn't last long. I wasright; after maybe 15 minutes I heard the door creak and my wife's footstepscoming closer. She didn't say anything, instead, she came behind me, grabbedmy hair, pulled my head backwards and shoved a gag in my mouth. Once she buckledit at the back of my head, she went to the closet on the other side of thecellar. I heard her coming back slowly and, as she let the whip fall on theground, I froze. "Haven't you studied mathematics?" she asked but she was reallytalking to herself only, "Equasions my dear, equasions…", she came closerand continued, "Pissed off equals pain…and you did piss me off earlier,so…" then I heard her moving away again. I knew what was coming andI tried to say something but, the only sound I could make thru that gag wassomething like 'mmmggh'. "Oh, don't bother" she said, "there's nothing youcan do or say to stop me now…even if you could." 'SWIISSS' her whipflew thru the air and landed on my back, hard; then another lash hit the backof my legs, then another one across my back and my neck. Those first threewere so strong and painful that my whole body was aching; I almost didn't feelthe next three. Each one opened a bleeding crack in my skin; she stopped oncethere was no sound place to land her whip. She came closer and said calmly, "Tonigh,my dear, I'll make you beg me, to end your suffering." The pain was so intense,I couldn't concentrate; I saw that the floor was covered with big plastic sheetbut I had no idea what that was for. Before I managed to gather my thoughtstogether, she disappeared; my breathing was heavy and I felt so weak. She cameback after few minutes; I didn't know what she was doing, I just felt her handpassing all over my back; in few seconds my back began to burn like hell. Iwanted to scream but the gag prevented me from doing so; she rubbed salt allover my wounds and I felt it penetrating in, like thousands of tiny needles.She squatted down and released the bounds from my ankles; she did the samewith my wrists but I couldn't keep myself up; instead, I just fell on the floor.Quickly, she turned me aside, placed handcuffs on my wrists and let me fallon my back again, "Stand up!" she commanded. I curled aside at first, and thenmanaged to get on my knees with my face still down on the plastic; as I beganto pull myself up she swung her right leg and hit me on my side. I fell downagain and she yelled, "I SAID, STAND UP…YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I wavedmy head a little; I didn't know what I wanted to show her that way, ' Ican't ' or maybe ' Please stop' but she neversaw it, anyway. I spread my legs some because I thought it would help me tostand up; swiftly, she went behind me, and before I realized what was aboutto happen, she kicked me in my groin from behind. She kicked me so strong,I felt nausea growing up in my stomach and I thought I might throw up. Again,I fell on the floor on my front; I felt intense ache all over me. She put herboot under me and turned me on my back; I couldn't resist her one bit as thepain took away the very last ounces of strength I had in me. For the firsttime in past six months, I felt indifferent; I wasn't even looking what she'ddo next so I could prepare myself for it. She lifted her right leg and placedit on my throat; her boot began to press on my throttle, "Maybe I should juststand fully on top of your windpipe and wait to see what happens" she addedmore pressure and I thought that was it; a little more and she'd kill me. Shekept me breathless like that for some time and then she removed it; I neededplenty of air, but my gasping thru that gag wasn't working; while I was fightingto get some air she removed the gag from my mouth, "Something you want to begfor?!" she asked angrily. I knew if I talked it'd get worst; finally, I wasgetting some air in my lungs. While at it, she moved down and stepped betweenmy legs; I felt her cold boot touching my balls and cock; she placed her bootbetween them so, just my balls were below her sole. "I see no point of keepingthese" she said; I knew what she was about to do, so I said without thinking, "Please…no!" Shelooked at me with a wicked grin on her face and said, "Ohh…you reallyshouldn't SPEAK!" and at the same time, as her boot smashed my ball sack tothe ground, she swung her whip thru the air and it landed partially acrossmy chest and my face, bruising it from my chin to my left temple. "AAARGGGHHH!!!" Iscreamed as the pain was unbearable; the whip hanged still in her hand but,also was she, standing on my balls. "Ohhh…" she let out a moan as shelooked up at the ceiling, "I am going to devastate you completely, baby…you'redead!"

The pain began to make me really sick in my stomach; all that food from fewhours ago wanted to come out. She saw what was going on and removed her leg, "Standup!" she ordered and helped me up by pulling my hair. "To the toilet!" shesaid and led me to it; I could barely walk and, once we got inside and I sawmyself in the mirror, I almost collapsed. I couldn't recognize myself; shewas tearing me apart. She pushed me to the floor and said, "Come on…letit out! I don't want you throwing up on my expensive footwear." I had no problemswith that, as soon as I leaned over the bowl, I began to let out gushes offood in it.

After I was done I wanted to lift my head up but she wouldn't let me; sheflushed the toilet bowl first and, once it was all gone, she pressed my headdown in it with her leg until my face touched the water, "Drown dog!" she saidand flushed the toilet again. As the water came down, I felt my head sinkingand soon, it was completely submerged. She pressed down harder and my facegot stuffed up the drain hole; I managed to inhale deeply before water camedown but, it was going away very slowly and I needed more air; I tried to twitchand move but her leg felt so heavy on the back of my head. The water beganto penetrate thru my nose and, as I gasped for more air, I opened my mouthfor a moment, so the water ran right into my throat.

As she removed her leg, I lifted my head up and inhaled deeply; as some waterwent into my lungs I began to cough it out. She grabbed me by my shouldersand turned me around; as I was leaning with my back to the bowl I looked upat her. She held the whip in her left hand and her right was between her thighs;she was rubbing her cunt, moaning at the same time, "All that water…" shesaid and came towards me. She pushed me more away to the bowl then climbedher thighs, each on one of my shoulders. Her wet and hot cunt was just inchesabove my face; calmly, she said, "Open your filthy mouth…I want to pissin it!" I obeyed without hesitation; she sounded like her mood was improvingand I had no problems with drinking her urine as I did it before. I felt warmand salty liquid hitting my lips and mouth, first in spurts, and then in asteady gush, "Oh yess…oh, what a nice relief…mmm, drink it baby,drink it all…" She produced a lot of it; probably from the dinner andall the excitement she got from this abasement; it lasted longer then usualbut it gave me some time to recover a bit.

Once she was done, she pulled me out of the toilet and said, "You've beenso selfish tonight; after that great meal I prepared for you, you couldn'tthink of anyone else but yourself. That's why I must punish you more; thisis not only about my pleasures for the evening, this is about discipline" shestopped for a while and asked, "Do you understand what I am talking about?" Isaid yes, even though that might have not been the right answer. She orderedme to go over to the wooden table she made herself and to bend over it; ithad shackles on two top corners and on front table legs. She locked my wristsand ankles so I was bent over it and bound to it, too. I figured she'd bringthat black plastic dildo with a strap on it and use it on me as she did severaltimes previously; I was wrong; she came back with a dildo but a different one, "Thisone I kept for special occasions such as this one" and when she showed it tome I freaked. It was made of stainless steel, almost 2 feet long and very thick;as she strapped it around her waist she had trouble keeping it up, "Look atit" she said, "Isn't it magnificent? Ha, ha…" she came closer and placedit on my mouth, "Open now, don't be shy" and before I managed to open my mouthshe just shoved it in. It was huge; my mouth was wide open and, although itappeared I couldn't take it any deeper, the majority of it was still outside.From my angle of view her waist seemed so far from me; like she was pushinga pipe in my mouth from 6 feet away. She was coming closer but slowly; thatdildo was slowly disappearing in my throat and further; my eyes filled withtears and I felt like I could throw up again. I cramped my fists hard and thenshe stopped; half of it was still outside. I was breathing fast thru my noseand she just burst into laughter; she unbuckled the strap and got out of it.She crouched down near the table so her face was just inches from mine. Thruthe laughter, she said, "Wait until you get it up your ass; I'll push it allthe way in until it gets out thru your mouth again" she grinned wickedly, "withall the shit you got in your guts, on it." She stood up and left leaving melike that to choke on that pipe. In a minute or so she came back with a cigarettein her mouth, pulled a chair closer and sat on it; she blew a few smokes andsaid, "You should see yourself, you pathetic little fuck; you deserve no bettersince you allowed a woman to have you this way" she smoked her cigarette fora little while and continued, "When I think of it, I can't remember why itwas that I married you, at the first place. I remember I wanted a man and you'reno man; you're pathetic little wimpy worm, useless piece of excuse for a malerace." She reached for the dildo and pulled it out a little, as she saw howI began to seriously choke on it, "There…is that better, now?" She blewa few more smokes, grinded the stub to the floor with her boot and said, "Onthe other hand, if I married I real man, he probably wouldn't let me do this;I'd never experience any of this and lived the rest of my life in dullness.Maybe I should be more grateful for you being such a wimp, such a sissy…thankyou Denis" she said and smiled.

Once she fixed the boots on her legs, she brought the gag again, shoved itin my mouth and tied it behind my head. She climbed up on the chair and thenon the table. I felt her heel on my right shoulder and, as she pressed downhard, it ripped my flesh right thru. I twitched and jumped but it was onlyworst; she kept the heel in and, as I moved, so did that dildo, still shoveddeep inside me. She pulled the heel out, placed it on my ass cheek and steppedon it fully; her heel went right thru, all the way, as I felt the sole of herboot touching my skin. "BEG, YOU BITCH! BEG, OR I'LL MAKE A STRAINER OUT OFYOU!" she yelled. She pulled it out again, and then rapidly, punched few moreholes in my back. I wanted to scream, run, die…she was right; at thatmoment I really wanted to die. She must have sensed it so she stopped, removedthe gag and said, "SAY IT, DAMN YOU! SAY IT NOW!" I could barely speak; theagonizing pain ran thru my whole body hitting my brain in waves, "O…Ok…yes…please" Istopped to gather myself together and she waited patiently. "M…mistress,please…end my suffering now, please" I began to tremble but not frompain; I was terrified she'd do it right there and then. She was still mad, "REPEATTHE WORDS EXACTLY AS I TOLD YOU TO!" I had to gather some more strength tosay it and after a little while I said, "Kill me Mistress; put me out of mymisery!" As I said it, I just waited; there was nothing I could do, anyway.She walked across the table, stepped down on the chair and on the floor; shewalked behind me and, in one single and quick pull, she took out the dildo, "Itold you you'd beg me for it sooner or later; you could have suffered less" hervoice was pretty calm then. Once she began to remove the shackles from my handsand legs, I thought it was all over; I thought she'd calm down once she gotwhat she wanted. But I was so wrong, "Stand up!" she said; I barely stood up,still leaning on the table. Once I took my hands off of it, I just collapseddown on my knees; she grabbed the collar and pulled me towards the other endof the cellar. I was on my hands and knees when she said, "Come on, let's getto it!" I barely managed to even crawl; I asked, "To what, Mistress?" she lookeddown at me and said, "To putting you out of your misery, of course!" I frozeright there on my knees; I couldn't believe my ears and I thought ' whatdoes she mean? ' But, before I managed to figure out an answeron my own, I saw what she was doing earlier while I was bound to the table;she was preparing gallows. A rope with a noose was hanging, about 3 feet fromsome sheaves at the ceiling and, beneath on the floor, was a small stool. Ifreaked out to the sight, "No...No, please…Fiona, what are you doing?" Ibegan to pull back. She turned to me with a coldest look on her face, pulledthe collar and ran her right boot into my ribs. I fell on the floor, stilltrying to get away but she was too quick, too strong and too ruthless. Oneafter another, rapid blows came hitting my sides and hands; I turned on myside to cover and protect it but, as I exposed my chest and my stomach, itgot worst. She rammed her boot tips in my chest and I lost my breath; I beganto loose my consciousness and, the last thing I saw, was her boot sole landingon my forehead. I didn't faint but I was out; thru the haze, I felt her handsgrabbing my underarms and pulling me away. Once she brought me to the centerof the cellar, she lifted me up just enough to seat me on that stool. My headfell down but I managed to keep myself from falling off the stool; she wentbehind me and I felt her placing the noose over my head. She tightened thenoose and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from below the stool; she locked thosearound my wrists and behind my back; she went over to the wall where the ropewas ending. She took the end in her hand and came closer; rope passed thrudouble sheave on the ceiling and a single one on the wall. That way, she hadno problems pulling it up with me on the other end; again, she grabbed my underarmsand pulled me up, "Come on! Stand up, you fuck!" I stood up on my feet butshe pulled more; the noose began to lift me up as she pulled that rope. Asshe pulled the rope, she grabbed me behind my knees, lifted me up and pushedthe stool under my feet, with her boot.

Half an hour later I revived; as I opened my eyes, at first, I didn't rememberanything; I just saw that I was in the cellar, lying on the floor and all alone.It took me few minutes before my memory came back; I was alive, that was allthat mattered at the time. My whole body was aching and I barely managed toturn around. I lied like that for a while and, after some time, the cellardoor opened; I saw my wife entering and carrying something. She was dressedcasual; those boots and mask were gone and she had a plastic tray in her hand;it had some medicaments on it. As she came down, she stood above me for a whilethen, she sat down on the floor beside me. She put the tray on the floor, leanedcloser to me and said, "How are you feeling?" As I remembered every singleword she said while I was up on that stool, I didn't know how to reply; I didn'twant to say anything wrong so I said, "Yes Mistress." At first, she tried torestrain herself but she didn't manage; instead she burst into laughter and,thru it, she said, "It is ok…ha, ha…you can tell me how you feel…ha,ha, ha" and she continued to laugh. "I must admit, I don't feel so good" Ihesitated for a while and added, "Mistress." "Now, that's nice; really good,I liked it…let's fix these wounds now; turn around on your stomach." AsI did, she began to clean my wounds and bruises on my back; we were both silent,only she cursed a few times. I took some painkiller and, after 20 minutes orso, I felt a little better; once she was done she said, "Ok, that's it…you'regood as new." She stood up and continued, "I suppose you should come out ofthe shit-hole now; I recon you've earned it." She, finally, sounded normal;she turned around to leave and, as I was slowly getting up on my feet, sheturned around and gave me a harsh look. I remembered how I was supposed tocrawl, not walk, so I quickly dropped down on my knees again. She stood fora while just looking at me and then, she turned on her heel and said, "No,I really can't…I feel exhausted." She walked away and I crawled afterher; as I reached the stairs, she stopped, looked down on me and said, "ButI won't forget!" and then she left the room.

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