A Snapshot Into The Life Let's see. Keep this. the pens and pencils go here. And that goes in the garbage. Well, I got half of the desk cleaned off, half to go clean paper goes in this pile. I need this Poloroids? Wow! I haven't seen THESE in a WHILE! Three pictures can bring back such FOND memories! Ah, yes! sigh Kathryn and I were always playing strip poker with each other in our dating years. We played all the time, and delighted in the scandal of seeing the other person's nude body. Poker was soon identified with sex. Sex without poker was common, but who ever heard of poker without sex? When we got married, the game lost a lot of it's meaning. We each didn't want to play with anyone else involved, it always ended with a private talk. You know, the kind that people always have during sex. The talks usually revolved around our bondage fantasies. We went as far as to visit a sex shop, and talked a lot about what turned us on, but we never tried bondage for quite a while. Each person was iffy on giving up TOTAL control to the other. Telling Kathryn my fantasies during sex sure got me HARD! Without the nude prize awaiting the winner, there was no strive to win Kathryn and I are both quite competitive when we each knew that we'd both end up naked and having sex afterwards. Losing brought it all that much faster. It got boring quickly to our mutual chagrin. After going through 6 weeks of withdrawal from strip poker, Kathryn came up with an idea. We'd play, and the loser would agree to be the winner's sex slave for 24 hours. No holds barred, the winner can do ANYTHING. I immediately agreed. That idea came up on a Tuesday. We talked about THE GAME until it was scheduled. Sunday. One game, winner takes all. All he/she wants that is. Slavery from Friday after work until Saturday-Sunday midnight. All during that time, lovely visions of Kathryn done up in a corset distracted me from work. Black, leather, it'd cinch her waist wonderfully, and bring out those wonderful breasts. She'd have her hands bound behind her with a leather thong. Wide enough not to cause discomfort. My did we both enjoy the Bottier's posts and the TIMELY discussions thereof. Timely as in during sex. The day came. We had fun practicing fake poker faces all day, constantly laughing at each other as they glanced out the side of their eyes. After we'd calmed down after a particularly funny one that Kathryn did, I gave her a big kiss on the lips, and a big warm hug to match. Kathryn, I love you. I wispered in her ear. She replied. And I love you too. Shall we begin? And so it was. We were each fair. I had 2 shoes, 2 socks, 1 pants pair, 1 shirt, 1 tie, and 1 underware, total of 8 clothing items. She had 2 low heels, 1 skirt green to match her eyes, 2 thigh high stockings white. She looks GORGEOUS in white. Then again, she looks gorgeous without white.maybe that's why I MARRIED her. Well, she also was wearing 1 green shirt, 1 bra, and 1 panties pair. Also 8 items of clothing. Eight. And FALLING!! It started off sort of lop-sided. She got the cards she needed, and I didn't. One flush, three tens, and three kings made short work of my shoes and my tie, amid constant jokes that I didn't want to wear them anyway. Then the revenge came. A flush of my own with a two pair of nines over fours convinced her that she didn't feel like wearing her shoes either. I thought she looked nice in 'em, but she replied that they weren't too comfortable. It all brought back memories of those wild dating years. Her pair of aces beat my pair of kings, then her pair of kings beat my pair of jacks. I made myself at home, taking off my pair of socks. My three duces ravaged her pair of nines and pair of fours. It was a total slaughter, the pair of nines and the pair of fours never stood a chance. She glanced at me, smiling. I don't feel like wearing THIS either. She started taking off her blouse. Her bra-clad breasts slowly peeked through the widening gap between the buttons. They looked as wonderful as always. And rather erect too. Time seemed to stand still as she took off the blouse. sigh It was like our teen-age dating years again! I was grinning ear to ear, imagining. If I DID win this game. what would she be wearing? ANYTHING I WANTED HER TO. Bodystocking perhaps? Or the corset? This would indeed be a hard choice. The beautiful breasts staring at me started breaking my concentration. Kathryn looked at me, smiling as she knew how much I loved her breasts. One hand later, I had no shirt. The next hand, I lost my slacks. I was down to my underware. If I lost that, I would need to submit to her every will. Gone would be the bodystocking. Next hand I beat her three fours with three sevens. She reached toward her bra. It was indeed a sight to behold as her breasts broke into view. I knew that I couldn't lick them now. I'd have to wait until I won the game. But then I could take my time. The next hand I knew that I had her. I got two kings, then changed cards, and picked up a third. Those panties had to come OFF. She exchanged 4 cards, and looked WONDERFULLY disappointed. It was the first time in a LONG time that her looking disappointed was wonderful. What do you have? She asked glumly. I smiled, laying down my kings. She breathed a deep sad sigh. I was almost sad that I won the hand. Then I saw a hint of a smile peek from her face. What was SHE invisioning if SHE won? Her slight smile grew into an ear to ear grin as she laid down her four sevens. When you get home, clean the house, then make yourself PRESENTABLE for my arrival. Then she walked off, and went to bed. A story for another day. She was in an erotic mood, I was in an erotic mood, she's wearing white stockings. wonderful night's. sleep. Sleep is one of the few things that we DIDN'T do that night. During the next few days, I got the idea to her literally. Ideas flowed through my head. I wanted to make her happy right from the start; to fulfill all of her fantasies that she'd mentioned those wonderful nights. The anything went to punishments, and she told me of some s/m ideas that I DIDN'T want to be on the receiving end of. I took a trip to Underground Leather, right in my neighborhood, as I worked on the outskirts of Greenich Village, in New York City. During the visit, I made QUITE sure that everything locked, was impossible to escape without the key, then unlocked. When the slavery day came, I made sure to leave work right on time, and I rushed home. I quickly straightened up the house as time allowed. I did NOT want to have her arrive to early! Then I got myself ready. I made sure to work this in the right order. I wrote out a card to Kathryn. It read: | To Kathryn, | | I give you my love. | | And myself. | | -Your willing captive | I knelt down in the entry foyer, right under the chandelier, bringing the card and all of my purchases, unlocking everything. I placed the keys and the note on the rug in front of me. I slipped the ball gag into my mouth, tying it around my head snugly. No, I couldn't make any intelligible noise. Then the red ribbon bow loosely around my neck, just for style. I slid the cock ring around my limp member, then threading the large padlock through it. The weight of the padlock and the sight of my cock held like that was already making it grow. I wrapped the leather ankle cuffs around each of my ankles, pulling the D ring through the right slot. I slid the middle ring of the handcuffs through the padlock, followed by each ankle cuff. Then the distinctive click of the padlock. I tried the padlock. I was locked into a kneeling position. I then locked my hands behind my back with the handcuffs. I was helplessly trapped. I was still trying out the bonds, making sure that Kathryn would find me quite helpless, when the phone rang. Without thinking, I tried to stand to answer it. The sudden tug of the cockring made me QUITE aware of my bound predicaments. I wasn't going ANYWHERE until Kathryn came home! As the minutes went by, I realized that I had no idea what time it was. I sat gagged and bound just feet from the front door, waiting for 5 minutes? 2 hours? I had no idea how long Kathryn would take! Finally a car pulled up in the driveway. Was it her? The car door opened, then shut. The footsteps sounded like hers.up the walk. Up the stairs. Ding Dong! Oh no! They rang the doorbell! It's someone else! And I'm bound naked just 3 feet away! And the door's unlocked! Please don't come in! Ding Dong! Please don't come in! Nobody's home! They're trying the door! They opened it a crack! Opening it. It's Kathryn! She smiled at me, pleased to see my work. She looked me over, slid a finger underneath the bonds, then walked behind me and into the house. She came back with a long nylon string. Smiling at me, she tied one end to the chandelier. She then picked up the keys, threading them on to the string, then tied them right at my eye level. With her grin intact, she looked down at me. The keys were looking me right in the face, just a foot away. But I couldn't reach them! It made me SO aware of my status, bound beneath her. And so excited at the same time. She then strode behind me out of sight again. What was she getting this time? I heard the newspaper ruffle. And then she turned the page. I was BOUND NUDE in the hallway, and she was READING THE PAPER?? She continued on, totally ignoring me. How long this went on I have no idea. She finally was done, and walked upstairs. When she FINALLY had the notion of coming back downstairs, she called out. Keep your eyes SHUT, my captive. I did so. She walked down the stairs, walking around me at a leisurely pace. Her hand glanced my cock. I tried bucking to savor the touch, but for naught, the padlock held me fast. And again she draped a finger over it. It lingered, idly twirling my cock around. You may open your eyes now. As I opened my eyes, they nearly fell out of their sockets! Before me was Kathryn, MY Kathryn, with high black heels, black fishnet garters, a black leather teddy that was purposely a size to tight, and black leather gloves that held the instant camera. FLASH Since our first time at bondage, Kathryn and I had experimented a bit more. I tried dominating her, but it just wasn't as fulfilling as being totally under her will. Every so often she'd tie me down to the bed, and have her way with me. She also sometimes went out on idea-getting excursions, and not only wouldn't let me go along, but didn't tell me where she was going, despite my repeated requests. All that she said was that she was visiting a few friends. Despite her saying that they were heterosexual females, I didn't like this lack of trust. All in all, it was breaking apart our new-founded marriage. She eventually relented. She wouldn't take me to who she was visiting, she'd bring who she was visiting to me. One condition. I would have to serve them as a slave. I agreed. I wanted to know where my wife was going to find things out! On Saturday, we worked together on cleaning the house. Kathryn seemed rather nervous about it, constantly telling me You WILL need to behave, and do as you're told. You understand? The consequenses for disobedience were to start at 4:30, and the women were due to arrive at 5. I agreed. At 4:30 SHARP, Kathryn ordered me to undress in the bedroom, then come downstairs to the living room to get dressed. I went upstairs, and undressed as she'd commanded. It wasn't an erotic experience, but the anticipation of whatever she had in store had my cock in a semi-hard state. I decended the stairs. I approached Kathryn, kneeling before her, spreading my legs. She reached down to my cock, sliding a pile of metal rings and leather straps over it. Two additional rings wrapped around my balls. Kathryn wrapped the leather strap from the rings around my body, tying it behind me. Yes, Kathryn mused. I think that the Gates Of Hell will work quite nicely. I wondered what they were supposed to do. The rings weren't tight enough to get me hard, and they became real small after only 4 inches. Next came my collar. It is leather, about 2-3 inches high around, slightly higher in the back. She fastened it in the back with small Allen bolts. Without an Allen Wrench, it's impossible to get them off. I was sure the garage with my tools would be locked tonight. Then Kathryn pulled out a rough plate of leather, with straps dangling from it. She twirled this behind me, resting it on my back. One strap buckled to the back of my collar, a second strap buckled to the Gates Of Hell that were tied on my crotch, and two other straps went down beneath my chest, and wrapped back to be secured on the leather plate. Two wide straps dangled useless from my hips. At the time, I had no idea what this contraption was for, as it didn't stop me from doing anything. It seemed like leather armor for my back! The last thing that I had to wear was my bridle gag. It is an effective ball gag on a steel rod. She packed the sponge ball in my mouth, and fastened the main strap from the rod around my head, back to the other side of the rod. A Y shaped strap ran from each end of the rod, meeting on the bridge of my nose, and continuing over the top of my head, where it met the main strap encircling my head. The final strap went from one side of the main strap, under my chin, connecting the the other side. This final strap made me bite down harder on the ball, muffling any sounds all the more. With a casual sweep of her hand, Kathryn grabbed one of the rings around my cock with a tug, slowly lifting it up. She kept lifting it. I went up on my tip-toes to escape my balls being ripped off. She kept lifting. My eyes went wide. I tried screaming through the gag PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T! DON'T! I'LL BEHAVE! Listening closely, Kathryn heard my muffled mm mmmmffffmmm. She smiled. Yes, the gag IS effective. Wonderfully so. Oh! If you need anything tonight? Don't hesitate to ask! She knew she had me. Again. Just then, the doorbell rang. The company had arrived. With a slight push, Kathryn had me down on my hands and knees. She then straddled me, sitting on the saddle that I wore on my back. She slid her feet into the stirrups dangling from my hips. Then clipped a leather thong to each side of my gag. Giddyup! She called. I crawled, carrying her to the door. She answered the door, still riding me. There stood a tall woman. She was dressed in a black leather teddy, with black leather high-heeled boots, buckling in the front, and extending up almost to the bottom of the teddy! I couldn't see her face from my kneeling position, but she DID have nice legs though! Kathryn let her in, introducing me. This is my pet male, Daisy. WWWHHHAAATTT??? My name isn't DAISY! I can't even be called by my own NAME? But I wasn't in a position to argue. I couldn't even talk. I was in a position to be ridden. And ridden I was. Kathryn tapped my thighs with her boots. I crawled on. She steered me into the living room. The visitor sat down. Again the doorbell rang. Kathryn rode me to the front door. She opened it, and two women entered. She led them into the living room. One of the women commented as Kathryn rode By the way, what's your pet's name? Daisy. Kathryn answered. He's a nice pet. Wonderfully obedient. Would you like a ride? Yes. Thank you. came the reply. Kathryn got up, and picked up a huge grey lubricated vibrator. With, or without? She offered. With please. Kathryn got off of me, and strapped the vibrator on the saddle, the end sticking up. The woman swung her leg over me, smoothly mounted it, letting out a contented sigh. She slid her boots into the stirrups. Kathryn reached down, and turned the vibrator on. I couldn't feel it vibrate, but the woman sure could! She let out a deep moan. Now why couldn't that cock be MINE?? I wanted relief so bad! By this time, the rings on the Gates of Hell were pressing into my penis, stopping it from enlarging to it's full height. The rings made my cock want to grow even more. Which made me press more, which made my cock want to grow. A truly vicious cycle. A Giddyup! brought my mind back to the matter at hand. The woman having an orgasm on my back, while I wanted to be inside of Kathryn SO bad! The woman turned me through the kitchen, exited into the dining room with a spasm and a moan, started jerking as she entered the hall, rounded the corner toward the living room. My cock was trying to burst through the cage from which it was held. But the metal rings were quite secure. Looking forward, I saw Kathryn standing my the doorway, camera in her hand. The woman stopped me, and Kathryn slowly focused, took proper aim, focused, and. FLASH The third picture needs some background. At this point, Kathryn and I had agreed that I should be her slave one weekend per month. The first weekend. I'd do whatever she said from whenever she got home on Friday until midnight on Sunday-Monday. We had some standard rules. When she came home, I was to be dressed in only my collar bolted on, and a jock strap. My, my did she like that jock strap. That's how I was to be dressed unless otherwise ordered. I must always address her as Kathryn. Mistress was also acceptable. I must of course obey her every order, quickly and to the best of my ability. She would refrain from anything painful, unless it was a punishment for something real. She'd also take care of the birth control. And the last one. The one that started the whole thing that weekend. I couldn't come without permission. And there I was, first weekend in. May it was. Spread eagled to the bed, Kathryn astride me after an evening of wonderful fulfillment. Wonderful fulfillment for HER that is. I only got masterfully TEASED through the hours. She'd finally allowed me inside of her. It felt WONDERFULL pumping up and down inside of her. There was enough slack on the ropes for me to buck a bit, and bucking I was! In short order, my cock was ready to show it's appreciation to Kathryn and give it's gift. I squeezed out Mmmmaaay I cooome Kathryyynnn? She stared me right in the eye and said No! You may NOT come. She re-doubled her efforts on pumping up and down on me. I squirmed, trying to escape. I HAD to come! I whispered out Pllleeease! May I come? She again stared me in the eye, smiling with a Slave, do NOT come. My only reply. Foooorrrgiiiivvve mmmeee, Mmmiissttrrrrrrr., and then I tensed, my eyes blanked, and I enjoyed the beautiful feeling of orgasm. When the mental clouds cleared, I opened my eyes. Kathryn was smiling down at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. You're going to PAY for that, SLAVE! You disobeyed a DIRECT command!. Maybe I'll wait until NEXT time to punish you. Give you time to reflect on your mis-deeds. I wondered what she had in mind, what was in store for me next month. After about a week, I totally forgot what she'd promised. I thought she did too. Guys? Never. EVER. NEVER underestimate your wife's memory. THAT was a mistake that I won't forget! One month later, I was her slave once again. She told me to be naked for her arrival. As she pulled up the driveway, I knelt in the foyer once again. The monthly remembrance to my first dominated weekend. Kathryn opened up the front door and smiled. She was dressed in her work clothes. White blouse, red skirt, white stockings with a seam up the back of the legs, red pumps. I wondered if the stockings were her body stocking? Garters? She LOVED letting me just WONDER. And I just LOVED doing it. She strode past me into the living room, sat down, and took out a paper bag. She bid me to enter. I got up and walked in, my head differently bowed as always neither Kathryn or I thought that crawling around was very sexy. She motioned to a chair. I sat. She got up, and knelt at my feet. What? Was she going to submit to ME? She pulled out a pair of new spandex shorts. Lifted my left leg, slid it though the leg hole. The inside of the shorts looked odd somehow. She lifted my right leg, slid it though it's leg hole, then sliding the shorts up my shins, past my knees, past my thighs. Looking down, I noticed two oblong holes cut in the seat of the shorts. She carefully slid my limp penis into a sheath, apparently made just for that purpose. The sheath seemed to be about as long as I would be erect. Even though I wasn't, I was SURE that Kathryn would get me hard as SOON as she wanted to. She pulled the shorts all the way up, the oblong holes fitting my rear quite snugly, my cheeks outlined in spandex. Kathryn gave me a look in my eye. A loving smile. I remember it well. She has such a lovely smile. She still was smiling, and slid my cock ring on over the spandex. Still looking me right in the face, she gave me such a careful, loving touch all around the ring, making sure that all was snugly in place. Rubbing up and down the length of my cock. My eyes were bulging. My breathing deepened. Kathryn's smile got wider, more loving. Her touch got deeper, more kneading. I think her touch didn't change at all. It was me getting hard. The feel of spandex on my skin is wonderful. Kathryn was still smiling, looking me right in the eye as she played, teasing my cock. My cock was now hard, pressing against the cock ring. But don't think that that would stop her. Not my Kathryn. Me getting hard urged her to continue all the more. I tried to press into her hand. Her other hand held back my waist. I tried pressing all the more. Kathryn LOVES feeling me push against my bonds, wanting her, trying to get her, yet unable to do it. She's able to take her sweet time. She pulled out my leash, snapping it onto my cock ring. Come along. She got up and walked me into the dining room. She looked back over her shoulder. I wondered what she had in mind, as she was still dressed in her conservative work outfit. She asked me You know what else you need? No Kathryn. I responded. She smiled all the more, and led me upstairs. I made sure not to let the leash get taut. She led me into our bedroom, opening the closet to pull out my back brace. I had to wear this back brace Milwalkee brace is it called? throughout my teen years to correct my scoliosis twisting of the spine. It was molded to fit, and since I haven't grown much since, it still fits all too well, as Kathryn is quite aware. First came the neck strap. This is molded plastic, and wrapped from under my jaw, leaving my neck open, reached almost as high as the ears, then buckled securely in back. Three metal bars dropped down from this. One bar went right down the center of my chest, the other two framed my spine, keeping it perfectly straight. These three bars connected to the waist strap, which was also molded plastic, hugging my hips. The waist strap buckled on each side. The effect of the brace was apply light tension to my spine, pulling the ends to make the middle straight. With the brace on, there were two noticeable effects to the wearer. The first is that I was always standing rigidly straight. Anyone who's had to do this for more than a few minutes can tell you how much you notice having to do it. Kathryn loved the mental effect that it had on me, knowing that I was bound. The other effect is that bending over had to be done at the waist, not the back, and that I could not turn my head. If I wanted to look somewhere else, I had to turn my entire body. My neck didn't turn, and neither did my back. Kathryn gave me a tug on the cock leash. We headed down the stairs. She led me into the living room, just smiling, proud to be leading around her servant. She turned around. My! My! Don't you look NICE? Perhaps I should show you off? I wondered what she had in mind, but I was smart enough not to ask. Curiosity is not becoming in a captive. She led me to the front door, and opened it. SHE was dressed like she was at work! I was dressed only in the brace and the shorts, which highlighted the cock ring and the LEASH that she was holding. I knew better than to grab the leash with my free hands. I WOULDN'T like the consequenses of THAT action at ALL! Kathryn gave the leash a tug. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was dark out. She casually walked me down the walkway. I was nervously looking around, hoping that none of our neighbors would see us. I was comforted to see that the walkway was hidden by bushes and trees. Kathryn opened up the back door to the van and waved me inside. I climbed in as quickly as I could, hampered as I was by the brace. She pointed to a spot right behind the driver's seat, and I knelt there facing her. She twirled her finger around, and I turned around to face the van wall. I could hear her pleased voice. Such a TRAINED slave I have. I knew she was right. She'd trained me to please her quite well. Kathryn opened up the driver's door, got in, and started it up. From where I was, I was unable to see where she drove. She took a twisted path, and I lost my sense of direction quickly. She was on some highway soon thereafter, and drove. My mind wandered. Where was she driving to? New York City was about 40 minutes away. Bear Mountain with its secluded woods are less than that. New Jersey perhaps? Or to the home of one of the Mistresses? THAT could be anywhere! And I didn't know which way she was heading. Kathryn drove on, humming some songs quietly to herself. I couldn't see if she was smiling or not, I couldn't turn my head due to the brace. She got off onto some smaller highway, then onto downtown streets. I couldn't tell if we were downtown or in some small town. And Kathryn's constant turning didn't help. Wherever we were going, we were getting close. Then she stopped, parking the van. She got up and walked over to me. I'm glad to see that you still have your touch! I quickly understood what she meant. She put her hand on my crotch, and I was still hard. The cock ring was seated as firmly as ever in its roost. She grabbed hold of my leash and led me from the van. We were in downtown New York City. I was wearing no shoes. The only things that I was wearing were the brace, the shorts HARDLY concealing, and a cock ring! In Downtown Manhattan! Kathryn had to give a tug on the leash to pull me out of the van. She led me down the street. I got some ODD looks from the passerby, making me QUITE aware of my predicament. And of how erect I was. After a block and a half, Kathryn led me into Fetters, a tavern of some sort. By the address on the door, I realized that we were in the Village. To the left of the foyer was a staircase leading down. In front of us was an oak door. Two signs graced the walls. One was a minimum clothing sign. It showed male and female sihouettes. Darkened where only where pubic hair would be, and the breasts on the female. It scared me that that kind of a sign would have to be posted. Then I realized that I wasn't wearing much over the posted minimum. The other sign said MDFS, with an arrow pointing to the oak door, and FDMS, with an arrow pointing down the stairs. The oak door in front of us opened. Inside I saw a glimpse that got an instant reaction from my crotch. A collared woman with long braided hair was kneeling, facing broadside to the door. She was held in a tightly laced corset, gartered to a pair of wonderfully black rubber stockings. The laces on the corset were somewhat overed by her long braided hair and the chastity belt locked about her waist. It was the look that got me the most. She looked onward with a lustful, wanting look. It was happy, yet longing. Then I got another reaction from my crotch. Kathryn's sudden tug made me obediantly follow her down the stairs. That leash on my cock made me SO obedient! I LOVED it! At the bottom of the stairs was another oak door, with the sign Fetter's. FDMS section. in bold red and black letters. Kathryn opened the door. Inside, a room of 25 tables greeted me. A whiff told me not only was there alcohol, but also some VERY excited women therein. All of which could command me at their whim. Kathryn led me in, and walked past the tables. I noticed secluded rooms off to the back corners of the place. Moans, screams and yells fell into a constant din from there. Kathryn led my up onto the low stage, that was set up as the back of the bar, getting amused looks from the patrons. Kathryn picked up piece of metal tubing. It looked like a square A, a box with two parallel pipes coming out of it. She placed it over my head and around me, the two bars sticking backwards. Kneel. She commanded me, and I did so, facing the tables. The two vertical bars fit into two corresponding holes in the floor. My waist was bent over one of the connecting horizontal bars, with the other one fitting behind my knees. Kathryn wrapped my leash around the waist bar, tying the loose end. She then reached down off of the stage, and picked up the leather manacles chained to the floor, snapping them on my wrists. I was bent down rather low after this. My butt stuck high in the air. Kathryn stood to the side of me and addressed the mistresses. This slave has DISOBEYED me by COMING without permission! I think that it is only FAIR to let all of you join in the punishment. I offer 5 spanks for the dollar. Proceeds go to getting a new paddle of course. At this a few of the women in the bar stood and walked toward the stage, evil looks in their eyes. Kathryn continued on. C'mon! Think of all the times that GUYS insulted your lifestyle! Disobeyed you! Wouldn't you just like to SMACK 'em one? At this, quite a few mistresses were up in front of me. A line formed. To my chagrin, Kathryn always DID have a way with words. >From my kneeling vantage point, I couldn't tilt my head enough to see the mistress' faces. I knew not how many of them there were. I saw only the black boots that each wore. One mistress walked up onto the stage behind me. I couldn't see where she was or what she was doing. I waited. Nothing happened. My mind wandered. Did she just go out a back door or somethi- SMACK The first smack landed on my exposed butt. I let out a surprised yelp. SMACK On the other side. Another yelp. The other mistresses just snickered, calling out HARDER! HARDER! The next one was. SMACK! I tried to pull out of the way. The tug only made the pain extend to my cock as well, as the cockring was firmly held to waist bar. SMACK! SMACK! I started to wimper. The mistress left the stage, only to be replaced by another woman, keen on punishing the helpless male before her. The male that was me! Now maybe you'll be more OBEDIENT, SLAVE! She yelled. SMACK! I started to thrash about. Tears were dripping from my eyes. SMACK! SMACK! The spankings continued. I don't know how many times I was smacked, time seemed to blur. All that I felt was the burning fire on my ass, and the smack of each paddle hit on my tender bottom. It all seemed like one continuous stream, being distributed all over my rear. The tears were coming out steady. I remember thrashing about helplessly. I know that I was babbling. I knew that my words weren't coming out. And that the misdeed had been done. There was no escape. When it all ended, Kathryn let me sob a while, then kneeling next to my face, brushing away the tears, and planting a warm kiss on each cheek. I looked toward her. A smile came across my lips. I loved Kathryn. And she loved me right back. Kathryn stood up, snapped some handcuffs on me, then stood over me, holding my cock leash. I slowly stood up, aching from what had just been done. I was painfully aware of any movement of my rear. Kathryn led me back along the left side of the restaurant toward the door that we came in. All of the mistresses who had just dealt out my punishment smiled and looked at me as we passed. Kathryn led me down toward the enterance. We were just going to leave after that?? But no. She led me to the enterance, turned around, and led me up the right side! She was showing off her newly punished servant! In an odd way, I felt so loved by her for it. It sounds perverted, but it felt so.RIGHT at the time. I was her slave, shown who had control. She led me up to the stage, then back down the left side to the enterance, stopped, and waited in front of the Please wait to be seated sign. A waitress arrived shortly. She was dressed in black thigh high boots, black shoulder length gloves, with a black leather teddy, with a black satin belt wrapped around her waist. Can I have a table for one and a half? It scared me that the mistress/waitress seemed to understand. Follow me. As the waitress turned around, I noticed the riding crop tucked into her belt. She led us to a table for two on the side of the bar. She pulled out the chair for Kathryn, who sat. My ass hurt so much that I felt that I couldn't sit. Even though Kathryn allowed me enough slack on my leash, I knelt by her side. The waitress then took away the extra chair and the extra silverware. I felt so self-conscience about how red my bottom was. It was facing the isle, and everyone who was walking by slowed down and examined how well spanked I was. A few mistresses even complimented Kathryn on the neatness and evenness of the job! After a few minutes, the waitress came to take our order. Kathryn ordered Spaghetti. With some white wine then looking at me and an order of Chicken Nuggets. When the waitress left with the order, Kathryn told me I think you've been very neglectful, slave. The kind women of this place have been nice enough to give you your punishment, and you haven't even thanked them! Thank you for the reminder Kathryn. May I go? Smiling proudly, she answered Yes. You may. She tucked my cock leash into the brace, and I stood up. I walked over to the first table. I knelt down at the woman's feet. Thank you Mistress for the punishment that you have dealt to me. She seemed quite amused by this. Oh? Did you learn your lesson, SLAVE? She stressed that last word. Yes, Mistress. You may go. I stood up, took a step toward the next table, and felt a grab on my ass. I winced in pain as the hand gripped me. Although I thought that it was the Mistress that I had just talked to, I couldn't turn around to look, the brace held my head up and straight. Yes, THIS is why Kathryn LOVES me wearing the brace so! I'm SO held by it! The voice confirmed my earlier thought. Yes, we DID do a nice even job. Oops. Looked as if we missed a streak here on the edge. Her fingernail scratched a trail along the outside edge of my butt. The trail reignited the fire, leaving a sting along the side. I let out a small wimper. Much better. Run along slave. I went on to the next table. I knelt at the next table, much to the amusement of the two mistresses seated there. They dealt with me similarly as the last mistress did! My butt was aching and there were still almost 20 tables to go! This treatment went on. Some of them played with my spandex-covered cock, rock hard, entraped in the ring and leash. Others patted my butt, getting a wince from me each time. Yet others demanded a kiss on the hand. I did whatever they requested. I had no choice. Finally, there was but one table left. There was one Mistress seated there. She looked GORGEOUS in a white body stocking, privates being covered to the MINIMUM dress code with a white tube top and a white thong. Kathryn looked on with interest from where she was sitting, just 3 feet away. I knelt down, thanking the Mistress for the punishment. The mistress turned to Kathryn. You have quite an obedient slave. Is he housebroken? Kathryn calmly answered Yes. Quite docile. Let me show you. Kathryn motioned for me to come. I came over to Kathryn and knelt at her feet. She held out a finger to my mouth. I hungrily took in her finger, happily licked it and sucked on it. I was happy to please Kathryn after the harsh tour of the other mistresses. Kathryn smiled, then calmy addressed me. Slave, is there any reason why we shouldn't all spank you again? At that, my eyes bulged out of their sockets. With Kathryn's finger in my mouth, I knew that I wasn't allowed to answer. Kathryn smiled. She asked again in the same voice. Without my response, Kathryn nodded to the other mistress. I continued sucking on Kathryn's finger, not knowing what the other woman was doing. I could imagine the hidden hand winding up for a HARD smack on my red butt. I was expecting that smack real soon. It never came. The other Mistress asked Kathryn Do you mind if I BORROW your slave for a few minutes? I have an IDEA. Kathryn looked at my erect penis, encased and locked in spandex. Knowing that I was safe from that, she agreed. The other mistress asked Do you mind if I uncuff the slave? I've heard that metal cuffs might hurt. Kathryn handed her the key. The other mistress took out two clips connected by a thin cable. From my vantage, I couldn't see where she got them from. She smiled as she clipped one clip onto my right nipple. YOW! I winced and let out a light wimper. Mistress pulled the cable behind me, then looped in around my elbows, making sure that they were close together. She pulled the cable back in front, clipping it to my left nipple, getting yet another wince and wimper. A slight tug on the cable was a YANK on my nipples! The Mistress led me off, walking me on a serpentine trip through the bar. She headed to one of the back rooms. By the doorway stood Kathryn. The mistress stopped, and stood aside. Kathryn pulled out her camera. I stood there as a helpless captive. FLASH As I think of all that I've done over the past year and a half, I laugh. And to think that my neighbors have no idea what goes on. During the week, I'm a normal engineer, driving off to work, Kathryn's the normal file clerk, 10 to 6 job. I'm the breadwinner, she's the cook, but I do my share. Middle America personified to the outside world. To think that we could be one of the people you work with. Or the couple who lives down the street. Or even the person sitting at the terminal next to you. And you'd have no idea.