I have learned about the subservience and domination relationship with my husband. These relationships became part of my life after a few years of marriage. In long discussions, we discovered that we had common desires. He proved very dominating in his fantasies and months very submissive unlike my active life. So we decided to discover these very special pleasures. Over time he has been able to impose constraints, postures, orders concerning my life within the home, outside or in our intimate relationships. From a married woman, I became his submissive bitch, ready to do anything to fulfill his every desire. My outfits have inevitably changed, but also my behavior. He was totally in agreement with his new status of master, no longer bothered to enslave me, humiliate me. Humiliation was his preference, he liked to see me in this state, at his mercy and the others. The degradation I suffered was the engine of our fantasies. Over time, I learned to be docile, he played with my body, my mind. Some evenings, handcuffs were attached to my wrists and ankles, a necklace adorning my blow and a leash hanging on my kidneys. My education evolving, his desires have evolved of course, always looking for limits pushed for his greatest pleasure. This submission is not constant in our life. I combine my professional life, that of wife and that of submissive without too many constraints.
I knew that during his free time, he connected on the Internet to collect testimonies of other dominants and at the same time, they exchanged their experiences. He was preparing me to be humiliated in front of strangers. One evening, a man knocked on the door. According to his wishes a few hours earlier, I had taken my submissive appearance. A tall man appeared at the door. He entered and my husband invited him to sit on the couch in the living room. I was called to serve the aperitif. Surprise but also very worried about the next step, I introduced myself to this man in stockings, wearing garters, thongs and bras; a dog collar on which hung a leash. Without a word, the man looked at me insistently as if to make sure of my docile position. After a few minutes he asked:
"Turn and let me see the goods!"
I felt the looks of those men who by their expression already debased me. I understood from their conversation that Alain had given this man some details about my education, my physique, and my docility. Then the man in black asked me:
"Do you like your submissive position?"
“Yes, I love her!”
My husband sent me off to the kitchen. I waited almost an hour before this man called me. Alain and the stranger, still sitting, were looking at me with eyes twinkling with excitement. Then Alain said to me:
Your education still needs to be perfected so that you become a true submissive. This evening, Arnaud will be happy to contribute.”
I was now at the mercy of two dominants, one that I knew both in his desires and its limits, another totally unknown to whom I had no resistance to oppose. Still standing, I had to turn again. Handcuffs clanked and came to close on my wrists. The gentleman was behind me. He leaned me forward, to look at me again from all angles. He said only:
"She’s my bitch and I feel like I’m going to have fun with her!"
This phrase made me shiver and he could see the fear I felt. He made me move towards the table. He spread my legs. I felt an object go through my legs, my buttocks, my back, and when this object came to the level of my blow I could see that it was a whip. The fear invaded me a little more. He put a gag on my mouth, which he pressed on my neck. I was now bound hands with a gag that prevented me from protesting the punishment I would suffer. A feeling of humiliation invaded me at that moment, offered to the eye which was no longer bothered to go through my body with his fingers, stopping on the most intimate areas. He palmed my breasts, my butt, my pussy which despite me was soaked in cyprine. I saw the smiling approving people who exchanged between the two men.
"She really does wet your wife, Alain!"
His fingers were pressing more on my intimacy and I could not help but moan in my gag. Spreading my thong, he ****** my sex with two fingers penetrating me in the deepest of my intimacy before pulling them out and plunging them again. A cry muffled by the gag was heard, and the whip did not wait on my buttocks.
"You have no right to moan or even sigh, bitch!"
I had to clench my teeth and was condemned to focus on controlling my pleasure. Always leaning forward, my orifices were open to his sight. Long seconds passed before his fingers came back into me. Another object was coming to this session to appear at the edge of my carnation. Without any care this plug that I recognized to its shape slipped slowly but surely in me. He was there, of honourable size, in the depths of my bowels, without preliminary preparation.
"I wish you to keep it for a long time, to taste it and when I take it off, you beg me to let it go!"
I did not answer and without warning the whip struck me again.
"Nod your bitch head to approve!"
I shook my head between pain and pleasure while taking another whip. He lifted me up, still seized by this object which I had difficulty in accepting within myself. He commanded me:
"On your fucking knees!"
He took off my gag and put a silk scarf on my eyes. Prostrate before him, I had to beg him as I did for my husband:
"I beg you, sir, to use me as a submissive bitch!"
They laughed at my humiliation. He approached me, stroked my face with his sex. He put his cock on my mouth which he made me open with his fingers to insert this rod still soft but of a rather impressive size. I began to suck him with all my knowledge. He did not take long to grow and fill this mouth so much requested by my husband. Taking me by the hair, he guided the comings and goings, to print the cadence he wanted. The deformed lips of this sex, I continued to suck it as best I could, I felt his veins swell under my tongue. Then he came out of my mouth and commanded me:
“Four-legged the bitch!”
There he let loose on me in the hollow of my kidneys. This hot liquid, which I so appreciate, now defiled me. I had to stay in this humiliating position until he got dressed and left us.
"Thank Arnaud for giving you the honour of taking care of you, Michèle!"
“Thank you, sir, for using me as the submissive bitch that I am!”
Since the day I met Mr ARNAUD, I had not been ******* to other people until evening when my master made me dress up in a very sexy outfit. He made me wear high-heeled boots, a very short skirt, black stockings, a black crêpe with a very low neckline. He ordered:
“Put on your dog collar and leash, Michèle!”
"What are you doing for me, darling?"
You’ll see, it’s not question time!”
We took the car, and he blindfolded me until I met him. At the sound of his voice, I understood that it was a young woman who welcomed us. My blindfold we entered this place where male and female voices mixed. Alain made me sit on a stool and removed the headband. I discovered a place, full of eroticism, sensuality and surely of carnal pleasures. Women danced there for some, men looked at them with lustful eyes. I was offered a glass of tequila. Then he took me by the hand and led me to the back of this immense room, towards a narrow staircase going down to the basement. Never in my life had I seen such a spectacle, we were in the lair of domination and submission. They stared at me and the anguish took hold of my being. Women, more beautiful than the others, submitted to my great astonishment to old men more or less fat. Their attitudes, their gestures, left no doubt, they were all totally submitted and offered to these Masters. Then, thrown into this arena, we dument paraded in front of these men. The closed faces of these men increased my anxieties. We were in a slave market. These strangers were evaluating us, in raw and obscene terms as if we were animals without consciousness. Then we were each our turn gagged and blindfolded. My leather necklace was suddenly crocheted by a strap, certainly a leash that was pulled to direct me towards a part of the room. Hands, sat on my body, where was Alain? They did not talk and did nothing but to touch me. did not speak to me. I was laid on a cold table and my wrists and ankles were tied at all corners. I was there, offered to who knows what, to who knows what. Unknown hands undressed me.
I found myself naked, ******* to the gaze of this assembly of perverts and for the pleasure of my husband and Master.
"She is beautiful ******* your submissive dear friend and surcroîts she is gorgeous with curve that makes you want to beat."
I would have screamed and asked to stop this humiliation but the gag prevented me. I felt a sensation of warmth on my sex, fingers running through it, penetrating it. I was wet. Suddenly, I felt an object penetrate me. It slowly slid deeper and deeper into me. My breathing accelerated with each movement of this object. Then they took it away from me and replaced it with a much larger, rougher object. The pleasure I was trying to restrain was not expected. My legs and all of my body were under the influence of violent spasms. They untied me and placed me on the same table with all fours. I was attached, and bent so that I could be as free as possible. My two orifices were again requested. I was lubricated and I felt the same sensation as with Mr ARNAUD, but an even bigger plug took place between my buttocks. He entered without real difficulty, offering the view of this narrow orifice to these men.
I felt that several men were gathered around this torture table. I was totally *******, at the mercy of strangers. Comments were going around me. All more or less humiliating and raw. Then they came to beat me on my ass, as if to punish me for the image of pleasure I was sending back to these dominant males who did not tolerate it. My torment continued, the shots were faster, more precise. My buttocks were getting hot and must have turned red by now. Then everything stopped, leaving me in this most humiliating position. Long minutes passed, my rump stretched out towards these males who had to live with it. Female cries were heard. Other girls were to be tortured. If it was torture, screams of pleasure, I didn’t know. The feeling that my turn was coming was torturing me. What were they going to do? I was undoubtedly going to be humiliated again, treated like a bitch, an object of all vices, on which all practices are allowed. I heard footsteps coming near the table that degrades me. A man took off my blindfold and gag. They were all masked. I was surprised by the fantastic spectacle that I discovered. Around me, the submissive were tied on all fours on a table with high buttocks, offered to all assaults. Taken by this amazing spectacle, I did not feel the whip that slipped in the groove of my buttocks and I made a cry of surprise and pain when it fell violently on my buttocks.
I immediately received a second blow to make me understand that I should not show my emotions. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled it back violently. A hoarse voice asked me in a sure tone:
Bitch! Do you like what’s happening to you?
Tears in the eyes through pain and humiliation, I answered him:
“Yes, sir, I like to be submissive and humiliated for my husband’s pleasure.”
"Does it excite you bitch-ass to give yourself away to strangers?"
"Yes, sir. I was born to be in the service of males and it excites me enormously."
I heard another voice say:
"I confirm! This ***** is soaked. She gets so wet that it runs down her thighs. A real bitch in heat!"
This submission became an inexhaustible source of pleasure. A man approached holding his sex. He caressed me with the contour of my face leaving in the passage of the seminal secretion.
Then he ****** my lips to penetrate my mouth. This sex swelled in my mouth. The more it grew, the more he would press my head against his pubic. It was deep inside me, in my throat for his pleasure. I sucked under the constraint of his two hands that prevented me any deliverance while others began to lodge themselves behind me. They touched me, stroked my breasts, my buttocks cambered, fingers ran between my two orifices, then crept between my small lips soaked with excitement. My pleasure increased, my muffled moans were amplified in this room where suffering and pleasure mixed. I was taken by two of my most intimate orifices, once again at the mercy of these men. Hands spread my buttocks, my eyes revulsated under the pleasure and enjoyment of such an exhibition. The man in my mouth withdrew and fingers replaced him. These fingers bore the taste of my pleasure, they were filled with my liquor. They made me lick them, suck them again and again, while other gel coats took care of my carnation. I understood the intention of this practice, which was inevitably the premise of the future anal penetration that I would undergo. A sex of a formidable volume entered me in one fell swoop. The blows became violent and it was now me who screamed and yelled, of pleasure and pain. They silenced me again by slapping me.
"Shut up, bitch and suck!"
The master who sodomized me held me by the hair which increased the curvature of my kidneys. Helpless, I took the assaults. I can imagine the spectacle some men had to have. Were all the girls treated like that? The bumps in my buttocks continued to be beautiful, as well as my cries and the enjoyment I now experienced. This man made me his thing and he offered me in show to the assembly more and more inquisitive on my talents of submissive woman and sexual object. My cries filled this room with tortures and mixed pleasures. Then, suddenly, my fucker withdrew, leaving a big void and offering my gaping asshole. He ejaculated on my back. My gaping ass was surely leaving a breathtaking view of my innermost intimate.
The one I sucked fell down my throat and I swallowed his nectar. Then, they moved away for long seconds glancing at me from every angle. I was blowing for a moment when, fell on my buttocks a dozen strokes of badine. I was, after these abuses and pleasures, detached and tied by the ring of my necklace to the hook of the wall that stood before me. Then the blindfold was put on my eyes. Other cries filled the room, louder than mine may be I did not know. Did they exchange the subjects, what mistreatment did they inflict on them? I felt again touching, palpation on my tumefold body of punches and vigorous grabbing. His hands were searching me, feeling the goods, caressing my hair, I would have thought of myself on a cattle market. I was detached by my husband who took me out of this place so terrifying and so attractive. He took me home and I fell asleep, exhausted by such a night.
I knew that during his free time, he connected on the Internet to collect testimonies of other dominants and at the same time, they exchanged their experiences. He was preparing me to be humiliated in front of strangers. One evening, a man knocked on the door. According to his wishes a few hours earlier, I had taken my submissive appearance. A tall man appeared at the door. He entered and my husband invited him to sit on the couch in the living room. I was called to serve the aperitif. Surprise but also very worried about the next step, I introduced myself to this man in stockings, wearing garters, thongs and bras; a dog collar on which hung a leash. Without a word, the man looked at me insistently as if to make sure of my docile position. After a few minutes he asked:
"Turn and let me see the goods!"
I felt the looks of those men who by their expression already debased me. I understood from their conversation that Alain had given this man some details about my education, my physique, and my docility. Then the man in black asked me:
"Do you like your submissive position?"
“Yes, I love her!”
My husband sent me off to the kitchen. I waited almost an hour before this man called me. Alain and the stranger, still sitting, were looking at me with eyes twinkling with excitement. Then Alain said to me:
Your education still needs to be perfected so that you become a true submissive. This evening, Arnaud will be happy to contribute.”
I was now at the mercy of two dominants, one that I knew both in his desires and its limits, another totally unknown to whom I had no resistance to oppose. Still standing, I had to turn again. Handcuffs clanked and came to close on my wrists. The gentleman was behind me. He leaned me forward, to look at me again from all angles. He said only:
"She’s my bitch and I feel like I’m going to have fun with her!"
This phrase made me shiver and he could see the fear I felt. He made me move towards the table. He spread my legs. I felt an object go through my legs, my buttocks, my back, and when this object came to the level of my blow I could see that it was a whip. The fear invaded me a little more. He put a gag on my mouth, which he pressed on my neck. I was now bound hands with a gag that prevented me from protesting the punishment I would suffer. A feeling of humiliation invaded me at that moment, offered to the eye which was no longer bothered to go through my body with his fingers, stopping on the most intimate areas. He palmed my breasts, my butt, my pussy which despite me was soaked in cyprine. I saw the smiling approving people who exchanged between the two men.
"She really does wet your wife, Alain!"
His fingers were pressing more on my intimacy and I could not help but moan in my gag. Spreading my thong, he ****** my sex with two fingers penetrating me in the deepest of my intimacy before pulling them out and plunging them again. A cry muffled by the gag was heard, and the whip did not wait on my buttocks.
"You have no right to moan or even sigh, bitch!"
I had to clench my teeth and was condemned to focus on controlling my pleasure. Always leaning forward, my orifices were open to his sight. Long seconds passed before his fingers came back into me. Another object was coming to this session to appear at the edge of my carnation. Without any care this plug that I recognized to its shape slipped slowly but surely in me. He was there, of honourable size, in the depths of my bowels, without preliminary preparation.
"I wish you to keep it for a long time, to taste it and when I take it off, you beg me to let it go!"
I did not answer and without warning the whip struck me again.
"Nod your bitch head to approve!"
I shook my head between pain and pleasure while taking another whip. He lifted me up, still seized by this object which I had difficulty in accepting within myself. He commanded me:
"On your fucking knees!"
He took off my gag and put a silk scarf on my eyes. Prostrate before him, I had to beg him as I did for my husband:
"I beg you, sir, to use me as a submissive bitch!"
They laughed at my humiliation. He approached me, stroked my face with his sex. He put his cock on my mouth which he made me open with his fingers to insert this rod still soft but of a rather impressive size. I began to suck him with all my knowledge. He did not take long to grow and fill this mouth so much requested by my husband. Taking me by the hair, he guided the comings and goings, to print the cadence he wanted. The deformed lips of this sex, I continued to suck it as best I could, I felt his veins swell under my tongue. Then he came out of my mouth and commanded me:
“Four-legged the bitch!”
There he let loose on me in the hollow of my kidneys. This hot liquid, which I so appreciate, now defiled me. I had to stay in this humiliating position until he got dressed and left us.
"Thank Arnaud for giving you the honour of taking care of you, Michèle!"
“Thank you, sir, for using me as the submissive bitch that I am!”
Since the day I met Mr ARNAUD, I had not been ******* to other people until evening when my master made me dress up in a very sexy outfit. He made me wear high-heeled boots, a very short skirt, black stockings, a black crêpe with a very low neckline. He ordered:
“Put on your dog collar and leash, Michèle!”
"What are you doing for me, darling?"
You’ll see, it’s not question time!”
We took the car, and he blindfolded me until I met him. At the sound of his voice, I understood that it was a young woman who welcomed us. My blindfold we entered this place where male and female voices mixed. Alain made me sit on a stool and removed the headband. I discovered a place, full of eroticism, sensuality and surely of carnal pleasures. Women danced there for some, men looked at them with lustful eyes. I was offered a glass of tequila. Then he took me by the hand and led me to the back of this immense room, towards a narrow staircase going down to the basement. Never in my life had I seen such a spectacle, we were in the lair of domination and submission. They stared at me and the anguish took hold of my being. Women, more beautiful than the others, submitted to my great astonishment to old men more or less fat. Their attitudes, their gestures, left no doubt, they were all totally submitted and offered to these Masters. Then, thrown into this arena, we dument paraded in front of these men. The closed faces of these men increased my anxieties. We were in a slave market. These strangers were evaluating us, in raw and obscene terms as if we were animals without consciousness. Then we were each our turn gagged and blindfolded. My leather necklace was suddenly crocheted by a strap, certainly a leash that was pulled to direct me towards a part of the room. Hands, sat on my body, where was Alain? They did not talk and did nothing but to touch me. did not speak to me. I was laid on a cold table and my wrists and ankles were tied at all corners. I was there, offered to who knows what, to who knows what. Unknown hands undressed me.
I found myself naked, ******* to the gaze of this assembly of perverts and for the pleasure of my husband and Master.
"She is beautiful ******* your submissive dear friend and surcroîts she is gorgeous with curve that makes you want to beat."
I would have screamed and asked to stop this humiliation but the gag prevented me. I felt a sensation of warmth on my sex, fingers running through it, penetrating it. I was wet. Suddenly, I felt an object penetrate me. It slowly slid deeper and deeper into me. My breathing accelerated with each movement of this object. Then they took it away from me and replaced it with a much larger, rougher object. The pleasure I was trying to restrain was not expected. My legs and all of my body were under the influence of violent spasms. They untied me and placed me on the same table with all fours. I was attached, and bent so that I could be as free as possible. My two orifices were again requested. I was lubricated and I felt the same sensation as with Mr ARNAUD, but an even bigger plug took place between my buttocks. He entered without real difficulty, offering the view of this narrow orifice to these men.
I felt that several men were gathered around this torture table. I was totally *******, at the mercy of strangers. Comments were going around me. All more or less humiliating and raw. Then they came to beat me on my ass, as if to punish me for the image of pleasure I was sending back to these dominant males who did not tolerate it. My torment continued, the shots were faster, more precise. My buttocks were getting hot and must have turned red by now. Then everything stopped, leaving me in this most humiliating position. Long minutes passed, my rump stretched out towards these males who had to live with it. Female cries were heard. Other girls were to be tortured. If it was torture, screams of pleasure, I didn’t know. The feeling that my turn was coming was torturing me. What were they going to do? I was undoubtedly going to be humiliated again, treated like a bitch, an object of all vices, on which all practices are allowed. I heard footsteps coming near the table that degrades me. A man took off my blindfold and gag. They were all masked. I was surprised by the fantastic spectacle that I discovered. Around me, the submissive were tied on all fours on a table with high buttocks, offered to all assaults. Taken by this amazing spectacle, I did not feel the whip that slipped in the groove of my buttocks and I made a cry of surprise and pain when it fell violently on my buttocks.
I immediately received a second blow to make me understand that I should not show my emotions. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled it back violently. A hoarse voice asked me in a sure tone:
Bitch! Do you like what’s happening to you?
Tears in the eyes through pain and humiliation, I answered him:
“Yes, sir, I like to be submissive and humiliated for my husband’s pleasure.”
"Does it excite you bitch-ass to give yourself away to strangers?"
"Yes, sir. I was born to be in the service of males and it excites me enormously."
I heard another voice say:
"I confirm! This ***** is soaked. She gets so wet that it runs down her thighs. A real bitch in heat!"
This submission became an inexhaustible source of pleasure. A man approached holding his sex. He caressed me with the contour of my face leaving in the passage of the seminal secretion.
Then he ****** my lips to penetrate my mouth. This sex swelled in my mouth. The more it grew, the more he would press my head against his pubic. It was deep inside me, in my throat for his pleasure. I sucked under the constraint of his two hands that prevented me any deliverance while others began to lodge themselves behind me. They touched me, stroked my breasts, my buttocks cambered, fingers ran between my two orifices, then crept between my small lips soaked with excitement. My pleasure increased, my muffled moans were amplified in this room where suffering and pleasure mixed. I was taken by two of my most intimate orifices, once again at the mercy of these men. Hands spread my buttocks, my eyes revulsated under the pleasure and enjoyment of such an exhibition. The man in my mouth withdrew and fingers replaced him. These fingers bore the taste of my pleasure, they were filled with my liquor. They made me lick them, suck them again and again, while other gel coats took care of my carnation. I understood the intention of this practice, which was inevitably the premise of the future anal penetration that I would undergo. A sex of a formidable volume entered me in one fell swoop. The blows became violent and it was now me who screamed and yelled, of pleasure and pain. They silenced me again by slapping me.
"Shut up, bitch and suck!"
The master who sodomized me held me by the hair which increased the curvature of my kidneys. Helpless, I took the assaults. I can imagine the spectacle some men had to have. Were all the girls treated like that? The bumps in my buttocks continued to be beautiful, as well as my cries and the enjoyment I now experienced. This man made me his thing and he offered me in show to the assembly more and more inquisitive on my talents of submissive woman and sexual object. My cries filled this room with tortures and mixed pleasures. Then, suddenly, my fucker withdrew, leaving a big void and offering my gaping asshole. He ejaculated on my back. My gaping ass was surely leaving a breathtaking view of my innermost intimate.
The one I sucked fell down my throat and I swallowed his nectar. Then, they moved away for long seconds glancing at me from every angle. I was blowing for a moment when, fell on my buttocks a dozen strokes of badine. I was, after these abuses and pleasures, detached and tied by the ring of my necklace to the hook of the wall that stood before me. Then the blindfold was put on my eyes. Other cries filled the room, louder than mine may be I did not know. Did they exchange the subjects, what mistreatment did they inflict on them? I felt again touching, palpation on my tumefold body of punches and vigorous grabbing. His hands were searching me, feeling the goods, caressing my hair, I would have thought of myself on a cattle market. I was detached by my husband who took me out of this place so terrifying and so attractive. He took me home and I fell asleep, exhausted by such a night.
