RJ was just waking up on the Saturday. He had been out of bed for a while, but hadn’t really had a chance to wake up. He had pretty much just been walking around in a fog. His wife had left for a shopping trip a few minutes ago, and he was looking forward to speding some time by himself. And the phone rang. It was her. It had to be her. No one else would call, and she always seemd to know when he was home alone. “Hello.”

“You’ve been getting a little too frisky lately,” she said ominously, “and I think its time to cut you down a few notches. Get dressed and I will be there in twenty minutes.” Then the line went dead. RJ rushed down to the room and just as he had suspected, she had been there and laid out clothes for the day&rsquot;s adventures. He hurriedly stripped off his clothes to get ready for her. She didn’t like to be kept waiting.

The figure eight strencher went around his testicles like a vise. She seemed to enjoy it at least. Especially running her fingernails over the skin drawn taught by the leather. And then the leash attachment. Usually she used on only one, but today she wanted both. He put on the red string panties and looked for other underwear, but there was not to be found save the huge bra. And he was afraid.

Usually she would put him in severak pairs of tight underwear and pantyhose?they helped hide the hair and make the proper shape. Unless. Unless, of course, she planned some corporal punishment. A great deal of corporal punishment. The red panties would provide protection from the paddle and the belt?at least for a little while. And he was grateful for all of the protection he could get. The high heels and shoelocks went on next. He didn&rsquot;t see any keys with them and hoped that she had them with her?otherwise he might be wearing them for quite a long time. The double locking ankle cuffs also went on.

The rubber corset had to be the worst. Usually she allowed him to wear a slinky nightie under it, but this time there was nothing. He surmised the nightie might get in the way of the paddle. The giant white bra went on next and he pulled the skirt over his head before filling the oversized cups. He pulled the short sleeve shirt over his head and was preparing to lock on the padded wrist cuffs?the final part of his ensemble?when he heard her. And she didn’t sound happy.

“You knew the requirement, yet you have chosen to ignore it. When you are ready to obey and take your punishment, you can come find me.” And she walked back out of the room. RJ hurriedly locked on his cuffs and stumbled out after her as fast as the high heels would let him. He cuaght up with her in the living room.

“Five minutes late. I should have expected more. Drop your hose and panties then pull your skirt above your waist.” As RJ was complying with her latest command, he saw the flash of the camera go off. A lovely picture of him bending over and dropping his panties. It went off again as he raised his skirt. Once from the front. And again from the back. She liked to take pictures of his predicaments, they could come in so handy later. He was glad that she had always handed over the pictures at the end of the session. At least he hoped she had. She might have some that he didn&rsquot;t know about.

“So cute and tight,” she said squeezing his constrained manhood. “And all of this waiting has just gotten you excited.” Damn those fingernails he thought as he felt her trace lines over the tightness.

“After keeping me waiting that long, I think if I have to look at your face again, I just might have to beat you senseless.” She looked serious. “But since you haven’t done anything serious enough yet to deserve that level of punsishment, I think I might just take care of the problem.”

RJ’s vision dimmer as he saw her pull a nylon hood out of her bag and over his head. The rubber hood going on after that seemed to press the previous covering even tighter. And a blindfold completely shut off his vision. His chin was pushed up as the tall collar was pulled on?and most likely locked. The hoods would not come off unless the collar was removed.

He had a theory about way she liked the hoods so much. He had a theory about everything that she did. Like he had seen on CSI, the hood allowed he to pretend that he was someone else. The he was just a hunk of meat that deserved everything that she could dish out to him. Perhaps that was even what gave her the strength she needed. She could take out all her frustrations on a nameless, faceless whipping boy.

“Since you were late,” she began, “I think that a little punishment is in order. Since you kept me waiting for five minutes, you will be hand spanked for five minutes.”

“That doesn’t seem...”

“Fair? It doesn’t seem fair. You kept me waiting for five minutes”

“I was just saying...”

“You were just saying how how much you would like to be gagged,” she started, opening his mouth and shoving the gag in. “I don’t need to listen to this inane chatter, and locking it on should ensure you don’t start talking any time soon.” As the final lock snapped shut she contiued her tirade, “Now drop down on your knees.” RJ trembled as he listened as she sounded ready to lay into him.

“No walk forward on your knees...that’s good. Now bend forward over my lap...even better.”

RJ let go of his skirt before placing his hands on the floor. There wasn’t much room to move here. And why wasn’t she going to tie him down before the punishment. She usually did that so she didn’t have to worry about him flailing about.

“You will take your punishment without complaint,” came the instructions. “No back talk, kicking or rolling around.” Then then her hand came down quickly, stinging his pristine bottom. The red palm print was soon joined by others, quickly turning him a nice shade of pink. And she didn’t let up until the he was grunting into the gag with every swat and starting to roll around.

“Since you are unable to take this punishment,” she said, stopping her relentess attack and leaving him heaving into the gag, “we are going to play a little game. A punishment game.”

RJ took the reprieve to gather his thoughts. He had actually been trying to be good and take his punishment, but the involuntary reactions he had not yet learned to control took over. Perhaps that is what she had been expecting all along and this spanking was just a warm up for whatever was coming up next.

“In this game,” she started again, “I will give you one swat with the paddle and you will thank me properly for it. If you fail to thank me properly, two more will be given to you. And so the game will continue. A fairly easy game, really.”

Yes, it did seem easy. Too easy. There had to be a catch. A reason she wanted him to play. He was still trying to puzzle it out when she changed the subject.

“Now, would you like to go outside with me?” RJ’s heart sank at the futility of the question?there was no right answer. If he answered yes, then he would be taken outside with any covering (if any at all) that she decided to give him. Answering no would bring a beratement about his refusal of her nice offer. And probably a hefty punishment too. Which was the rock and which was the hard place he could not tell as he shook his head yes.

“An excellent choice,” she said smoothly. “Now pull up your panties and hose.” After redressing RJ could feel her put his coat on...It barely fit over his gigantic tits. He figured his shoes could be seen for a mile away, though she wasn&rsquot;t concerned as she attached the hobble between his ankles and put the short link between his wrists. “We wouldn’t want you runing away, now would we?” Her statement was laughable?but RJ didn’t dare laugh. Run away? He could barely move and couldn’t see at all.

And so they went outside to have a smoke?the fresh air would clear his mind. And they came back in, him following the leash she has attached to his collar.

RJ felt himself being tipped over and object. It must be the back of the couch he thought as his hands ran into some soft fabric. As his own legs were released from the hobble he tried to stand up?and was stopped promptly by his collar. She must have tied the leash off to one of the legs of the couch. His pendulous breasts we hanging free just above the skirt than had been bunched around his waist and his pantyhose had been lowered to the floor. He seemed ready, and it was a good thing. She seemed ready to dish out some pain.

“And now we shall play. You shall thank me properly for each landing of the paddle, or two more shall be added. It may help you to know that I have finally chosen a proper name for myself for you to address me by.”

RJ stiffened. So that was the catch. He knew all of her names, but what combination of them did she want him to use to address her? Miz? Miss? Mistress? Mrs? Or something else? And then there was her first name. Middle name. Married name. Maiden name. How many choices was that? How long would he be beaten? Mistress C. Miz M. Miss B. With all of the permutations running into the hundreds or thousands, he realized this was a game he could not win and he might be bent over this couch for a very long time. While all of this was going though his head, he jumped. The burning fire of the paddle entered though the panties and all other thoughts left his mind. Except one. He still had to say thank you.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Thank me properly next time. You now have two more coming.” And after a wait, the paddle did indeed strike again.

“Thank you Mistress M.”

“Proper thanks is always required. You are now up to three.” And the paddle came down again. And again. And again. Sometimes staright forward. OIther times from the top. Sometimes with an upswing. It always caught him off guard. Sometimes the next one came immediately. Some times she waited. 30 seconds. A minute. Two minutes. Time really didn’t seem to have meaning. And the paddle kept coming no matter how he thanks her.

“Another wrong answer. Will you ever learn to thank me properly?”

“No, I don&rsquot;t think so, Mistress”

“You now have 30 more landings to go. I will give you this chance to give up this game if you wish.” Twenty nine landings of the paddle and RJ was getting sore. And heated. But her choices always had consequences. What would she do if he gave up on the game? “Do you choose to give up?”

“What will be the consequences if I give up the game?”

“Another ten strokes have been added for a stupid question. You will do whatever I say you do. Do you choose to give up?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very well.” RJ raise dup as she loosened the rope holding down his collar. She pulled up his hose, let his skirt fall, and led him away from the couch.

As he stood in the middle of the floor, he felt her making her way around him. She unlocked his shoes and pulled them off. RJ winced as his feet adjusted to being out of the high heels that has been imprisioning him. Then a big weight was taken off his shoulders. She had taken off his shirt and unclipped his bra. The giant tits were no longer attached. But clothes pins were, and without warning. From a big weight to a big pinch. Make that a vibrating pinch. Had she attached the vibrators to the clothes pins? She had used the vibrators before, but the pinch had not really been enough. RJ wondered if this were too much.

He felt the tug of another bra being attached, but this one didn’t have the weight of the previous one and felt like each cup was stuffed with a single sock to go with the vibrating peg. Over the bra, the shirt went back on, and as she pulled up a pair of jeans he was scared, The addition of laced on shoes could only mean on thing: road trip.

“As she zipped his short jack up, she started talking. “I have a couple stop shopping trip to make, and since I can’t leave you here, you’re going with me. I’m sure that you’ll be a perfect angel while we’re gone, or i’‘ll let everyone know what you have on underneath your clothes.”

The threat was enough to straighten him out as she removed the hoods and led him out to her low slung car. Leaning the seat back and putting a blindfold and hat over his eyes averted suspicion, and left him with absolutely no idea where they were going. But he had an idea. There had been a sign for an underwear sale at the mall.

RJ passed the trip in idle thoughts, trying to ignore the vibrations on his nipples. At least she hadn’t put any other vibrators in his clothing. And so the trip passed uneventfully and they arrived at the mall. As she was removing the blindfold and turning off the vibrators she laid down the ground rules: “If you behave and act normally, no one will learn your secret. You will answer all questions asked of you, and will say nothing else. Any deviation, and you will be punished when we return.”

RJ followed her into the mall and straight to the store with the underwear sale. And stood there as she asked him how each pair looked. They all would look great on her, but he finally settled on a pair of pink low riders and a red thong. Both fit well with the Valentines holiday that was near. RJ passed the time in line waiting to pay and the rest of the car trip thinking of how she would look in them when they returned. Would she make him put them on her? Or would she put them on and just tease him.

On the way from the mall, the car stopped long before they could have returned to the house. When he leaned forward to start getting out of the car, she clipped his wrists behind him and turned the vibrators to the max, “Just in ase you decide to try to look. I’ll be back in a minute.” And it seemed like forever till she came back to the car, and they continued the journey home.

After coming back into the house, RJ hung up his coat redressed with the clothes still there from when they had left. The jeans came off and the skirt went back on. After replacing his shooes and the locks he stood in the entry waiting for what was going to happen next. The camera flashes had told him she was waiting just in the other room for him to finish the process. As she walked back in the room, RJ hoped that she was going to remove the buzzers that had been going nearly full force on his pained nipples, but there was no such luck.

“Go to the bathroom and clean yourself out.”

Such a command could mean only one thing, but she had never asked him to do that before. Stepping onto the tile in the bathroom he spied the bag that had just come from the drug store. An enema kit was in there, just as he had known. At least she didn’t insist on watching.

RJ didn’t feel much cleaner as he walked gingerly back into the living room. More like he had just finished with a bad bout of Mexican food. And it didn’t seem to be getting any better. She stood with the camera poised to start snapping away as she gave the commands, and he had no choice but to follow them.

“Remove your shirt.”

“Remove your bra.” RJ winced as the buzzers fell down pulling on the clothespins. RJ could see a smile cross her face as she gave the command to remove the clothespins. The wave of pain russhing through him as blood rushed back into his tortured nipples almost knocked him to the floor. A genuine look of concern filled her face as she watched him almost doubled over.

“Since you seem to be in pain, I will give you a choice. If you want to continue today, I will give you one minute to put your bra and giant tits back on. Otherwise I will leave. The decision is up to you.”

She always had a way of putting things. Instead of giving him time to rest and recover, it would now be a mad dash if he wanted to continue. As pained as he was, RJ wasn’t ready for the day to be over. He usually wasn’t. Getting his stacked bra back on in a minute might be a challenge though he thought as he reached for the bra.

“Time’s up”

“Please, no. I was trying to get dressed to please you.”

“Do you realize that me giving you more time will result in another punishment?”

With a gulp RJ replied, “Yes.”

“Very well then. I would hurry up though, since you clock is still ticking.”

RJ hurriedly put the large breast in his hands into the cup and shifted it around. The shirt went on, and was hurriedly tucked in. It would have to do.

“Nicely done. Now replace the hoods and blindfold.” She always seemed to get a charge out of making him participate in his own humiliation. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps she liked to take pictures. Or maybe she was tired of doing all the work. Or perhaps she knew that by forcing his participation in creating his own helplessness he could not get out of, it was all the more humilating to him.

“Put the collar on and lock in in place.” The collar. The symbol of submission. And with it locked on, he was powerless. He wouldn’t remove it, or the hoods under it. At least the locked cuffs could be hidden. This was out for all to see.

“And lock the gag on too. You won’t need to do any speaking. I would make sure it gets tight enough?you don’t want me to have to tighten it for you.” RJ started drooling from the mouth almost immediately. The cloth gag as least sopped it all up. This one just created a pool on his shirt or the floor. His biggest complaint about the harness gag before had been that he couldn’t see with it on?but that wasn’t an issue now.

“You are almost ready for punishment RJ. Now drop you hose and panties and raise your skirt.” As his tied manhood popped out of the raised and lowered panties, RJ had no doubt that she still had those fingernails. She squeezed him tightly from behind as she gave the last command, “Clip each wrist to the ankle.”

RJ bent over and attached each wrist to the ankle. To keep his balance he spead his feet some. He almost lost it as he felt the clips being attached.

“As part of your punishment, I have decides you need a few clothes pins. They should make this whipping a little more interesting.” RJ began to wonder if he had made the right decision to continue. He hated to be bending down and grabbing his ankles. It was such a humilaiting position and so painful if she decided to use the paddle again.

As she finished adding the clips, she beckoned him forward. To walk across the room. Some of the clips must have had weights attached. They were already starting to swing. RJ lost track of time as he seemed to walk around the room forever. The swinging pain and the difficulty of walking bent over in high heels seemed to make time stand still. Then it even rolled back.

“Since I have decided to switch instruments from our earlier game you gave up on, I have tripled the number of stroked to one hundred and twenty. Sharp pains entered his groin from clothes pins attached all over. He had no doubt she was buisly snapping pictures of her handiwork. The clothes pins had stopped swinging, but would surely start again as the beating began. And they did start swinging. The leather slapper danced from just above his knees to just below his bunched up skirt. It seemed like many more then two hundred blows, But he was not in a condition to count or to stop what was happening. He was just glad when she finally decided to stop.

He was hoping they could go outside for a cigarette, but she just unclipped his wrists and walked him back over to the back of the couch. The gag was removed. At least for that much he could be thankful. “I think you’ve had a little too much freedom lately,” she said as he felt a strange pressure at his rear opening.

“An anal plug?”

“I would be quiet before I switch to the biggest one.” She worked the lubed plug back and forth till it finally popped in. It wasn&rsquot;t the biggest in the collection, but it wasn&rsquot;t the smallest either. How had she found them?

RJ moved cautiously as she stood him back up. It was a very full feeling as he followed her outside for the cigarette he has been wishing for instead.

RJ found himself it yet another positon. The gag was again locked on. Laying on his stomach and giant breasts, with the anal plug still held snuggly, he found his wrists and ankles all clipped together in a hogtie. At least he was off his aching feet, though he wasn’t sure for how long. He was considering what she could be thinking of next when she surprised him yet again. And this bombshell wasn’t one he wanted to hear.

“I was talking to your wife the other day and found out that you like to dominate her too. Doesn’t seem possible in your current situation, does it?”

“Ummmppphh!” Trying to talk though the gag was no use. How had she managed to contact his wife?

“I know you want to know how I found her. Wasn’t much of a problem, really. And I learned much about you. She complained that she hadn’t been dominated in quite a while, so I told her about this plan to get her needs fullfilled. And to humiliate you in the process.”

He had tried to do such a goob job keeping this part of his life secret, and now she had gone and told his wife. And introduced herself. Resignation settled over RJ as he slumped down in his bonds.

“So here is the plan: She will be home soon. And she will find you like this. You will do everything that she says, for she holds all the keys. Only she can allow to you to remove any of the items you are currently wearing. Only she can put any of these items back on. She may strip you down to the figure eight spreader, and force you to run around mostly naked all night. That is not my concern. I am only placing two rules on the activities.

“The only clothes that will be given to you are the ones you are wearing now, And the two pairs of panties that you picked out today. You thought they were for me, but they were actually for you. You will wear either some of the clothes you have on now, or one or both pairs of new panties. You cannot mix and match old and new, nor can you be completely naked at any time. She will see that the rules are followed, or you will be punished. This rule will stay in effect until I come for a visit tommorow for your next session. Your wife will inform me what kind of punishment you need.

“Secondly, you will dominate her this evening. Until she is satisfied. Even though you will be on top of her, she will be in charge of you. Blackmail and threats on her to improve your position will be met with very strict punishment.

“So I will leave you to your thoughts of this evening. Your wife should be coming home soon.”