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This chapter takes a much more hardcore turn, almost exclusively focused on John, and is longer than other chapters. I’ve been toying with another storyline, but decided to fold it into this series. Who knows, maybe I’ll develop it in another series later. After this chapter we return to the couple focused theme.
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For my 50th birthday, my wife and Mistress decide to bring some fantasies to reality. This series is also still fantasy (well, the actual activities are, what’s described are my true fantasies); you will read about chastity, unsafe sex practices, nudity that probably violates law, ‘forced’ bisexuality and humiliation, and descriptions of places that may not be accurate. Let your mind wander with mine.
Though stories may make sense standalone, it is recommended you read the series in order.
No matter how many times I proofread the stories, I always find a few typos after they’ve been published. And inevitably there are plot holes, thank you to all that point them out, I’ll try to do better.
Also, you may notice I switch between our names and our roles (Mistress/sub of husband/wife). That’s to indicate the frame of mind we’re in at the time.
Chapter 5 has slave boy (John) tied up, experience impact play, and used by a large group of people at the hands of an experienced Dom.
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The next morning, after having sex with Ezra in front of Mistress and Ellie I woke up early and slipped out of bed without disturbing Hope, and went to enjoy the warmth out on the balcony. Instinctively I wanted to grab something to wear, but Hope’s/Mistress’ rules forbade it. So, I stood there hoping no one was walking around the courtyard, and if they were they didn’t look up to see me. It didn’t take me long to get lost in thought, and my worry drifted out of my head.
This was my first chance to really reflect on the week, by myself for more than a few minutes. Not that Hope and I hadn’t talked about everything that had gone on during aftercare sessions, and she’d given me plenty of room to contemplate and process. But, this was the first time I was up and out of bed for a couple hours before she was.
My mind wandered through the events in no particular order, at least, no conscious order. I thought about my first blowjob our first day at Secrets, how I was ‘tricked’ into it, believing I was going to suck Mistress’ strap on some more. And how that led to my humiliation in having to verbalize my desires, asking Ezra to fuck me in front of Mistress and Ellie. And the ‘origin story’ in the hotel before we got to Secrets, the public exposure and being ‘caught’ by two women who turned out to be in on the scheme. And, of course, Mistress having her first sexual encounter with another woman. That one I could only listen to while (who I now know was) Ezra narrated it to me while I was bound in the chair.
I realized that through the entire week, Mistress had only cum on someone’s tongue or fingers, or with a vibrator, and once on the strap on she had me fuck her with. I’m sure she was ready to get fucked by a real cock. At least that’s my feeling I was projecting on to her. Thinking about it, she had actually cum more that week than in a typical week at home, so I guess it couldn’t have been that bad for her. Still, too bad she made me mail the key to my cage home, and isn’t interested in another guy. A part of me wondered how long it would be before she would be ready for sex after we got home. I wondered if we’d actually make it home. And, selfishly, how long I’d have to wait to be unlocked for relief. What I did most was over analyze (yeah, I still almost always do that) if Hope was really OK, or was she just doing all this for me regardless how she felt.
I was deep in thought, trying to anticipate what Mistress had planned for the rest of our time here. Since we’d done pretty much everything on our list of fantasies that we wanted to make reality, I had no idea. Mistress did, though…
I jumped when I felt Mistress’ hand wrap around me and grab my caged cock and balls, pressing her naked body against my back. I could feel her tits pressing into me, her hips against my ass. “Good morning, handsome,” she said into my ear. “What’cha thinking about?”
“How absolutely amazing you are, how off balance I am this trip. And, honestly, wondering if you are really OK or if you’re just doing this for no matter how you feel.”
Hope let go of me, slipped in front of me and leaned on the railing facing me and cupped my face in her hands, looking deeply into my eyes. “I promise I’m more than OK. I’ve been planning this for months and have had plenty of time to think about what I would and wouldn’t be OK with. I’m actually OK with more than I thought I would be. I’ve had a lot of conversations with Ezra and Ellie both before and since we got here, they’ve really helped me. I want to do this for you, for us. You know that I have had some fantasies Ankara escort too, some I couldn’t bring myself to tell you about. Ellie helped me talk about them, to realize I was not alone in those fantasies, and how I may be able to make them come true. During those conversations I also realized that I could help make your fantasies come true without risking damaging our marriage. And now we’re here,” she said with a smile. “So, now that you’ve had time to overthink the week so far, how are you?”
She was right, as usual. “I’m really good. It’s like I told you before, this is way more than I ever expected, mind-blowingly so, but in a good way. It was hard,” looking down at my caged cock, “maybe I should say difficult,” with a smile, “to verbalize what I want. Especially in front of strangers, at least they were at the time. I’d say we know each other pretty well now. I have certainly enjoyed sucking cock and being with a man as much as I thought I would.”
“You mean getting fucked by a man,” Hope corrected, not letting me use euphemisms to ‘soften’ what I did.
“Yeah, getting fucked.”
Hope slid out from between me and the railing, turned around looking out. I stepped beside her and took her hand in mine. We stood there for a few minutes enjoying the warmth, then Hope said we needed to get in the shower. Stepping inside I was surprised to see it was just after noon. I hadn’t noticed what time I got up, but figured it had to be around 10, which is WAY later than I ever sleep. Guess I, no we, needed the rest.
In the shower Hope had me wash her all over using the body wash and only my hands. Of course, I took my time, especially with her tits and between her legs. When I finished Hope did the same to me, also taking time on my nipples and slowly stroking my cage and balls. She had me turn around and did my back. As she got to my ass she slid her soapy hands into my crack, and did something she’s never done. Yes, another first on this trip. She slipped a finger into my ass. I reflexively jumped and tensed up.
“What, you can take Ezra’s cock but not my finger,” she mocked. “I watched your ass take his big cock like it was nothing.”
I could only moan in response. Hope wiggled her finger around a little, hitting my prostate, then took it out. “That’s enough for now.” After we rinsed off Hope had me towel dry her. When I was done she went to the bedroom to get dressed. I dried myself off and joined her. Of course, I wasn’t getting dressed.
I did have to slip on shorts and a shirt to go get lunch in one of the restaurants so I guess I WAS getting dressed, then back to the room for me to shed the shorts and shirt, and outside to stroll around the courtyard. Hand in hand we strolled aimlessly, lost in conversation more than paying attention to anything around us. It was really nice to connect with Hope. I don’t remember everything we talked about, the conversation rambled about a little of everything. It felt….normal. At some point we stopped at the pool and spent some time on the loungers, I fell asleep for an hour or so.
Hope gently woke me up and said we needed to get back to the room to prepare for later. Having no idea what later, or preparing meant, I strolled along with her, in silence. It was clear Hope had something on her mind. I didn’t try to get any information from her, I learned on this trip that she wasn’t going to tell me anything she didn’t want to.
Back at the room Hope switched into Mistress mode and led me onto the balcony. Sliding a chair away from the wall, Mistress instructed me to kneel on it, legs angled outside the arms, with my ass facing out and to lean over the back of the chair. Rather than put a blindfold on me, Mistress instructed me to close my eyes. It’s one of her favorite power moves, tell me not to do something that I could easily do (in this case, peek), with only my obedience to stop me from doing it. Of course, I complied. I felt and heard Mistress enter the room and come back out to the balcony. Surprisingly, I didn’t really think about my position and how I had my ass out for anyone to see, my caged cock hanging between my legs.
I heard the click of the bottle cap and suspected she brought the lube out. That would explain my positioning, she wanted easy access to insert something into my ass. My suspicion was confirmed when I felt the cool drop of liquid land just above my hole. Using the vibrating butt plug, Mistress spread the lube over my hole and gently started inserting the tip of the plug. “We’re going to a class later, you need to be ready.” I wondered what kind of class required me to have a butt plug to be ready for. I didn’t have to wonder WHY the plug, given everything that has already happened this week. I wondered more what the class would entail.
Mistress turned the plug on a constant vibrating pattern. We’ve found that the plug goes in easier, well not necessarily easier, just with less pain Escort Ankara if it’s vibrating, and slowly worked the plug in and out, gradually stretching my ass until the plug slipped fully in, my anal sphincter closing around it ensuring it remained in place. Mistress turned the vibrations off and told me I could open my eyes. She didn’t tell me I could move from the chair, so I stayed in that position while she sat on the other chair and started a ‘normal’ conversation with me.
We chatted for a while, the conversation rambling from the weather to things we needed to get done once we got home, home improvements we needed to prioritize. The whole time I’m kneeling in a chair with my ass facing the courtyard. Because of my position, we both had to talk a little louder than if we were sitting face to face. I thought about people overhearing us and what they’d think. After a while we went inside and had a light snack we ordered from room service, which I had to get from the cute woman who brought it. She looked me up and down, smirked when her eyes got to the cage, then handed me the tray and walked off.
When we finished, Mistress told me that class started in 30 minutes, that we needed to get going to ensure we got a good seat. Little did I know I’d have the ‘best’ seat in the room. We went down to the first floor and towards the themed playrooms. As we approached the bondage room (we knew where it was from walking around) I saw a sign that I couldn’t quite make out. Unless I have my glasses on, reading signs at more than 10 feet is pretty much a no. Mistress said, “Looks like we’re in there,” pointing to the room. We got close enough for me to read the sign – “Dom Training: Impact Play 101”
Two things immediately entered my mind. First, I couldn’t imagine Mistress wanting to play in front of others. Hell, I was shocked at what happened already with just Ezra and Ellie. Second, I was thinking she’s really going to get into being a Dom, and I couldn’t wait. I mean, she was taking a class on impact play. I noted that we were the first ones there, other than who I presumed was the instructor. She was tall and dressed like your typical dominatrix, the high boots, corset that accentuated her cleavage and that’s it. When we entered the woman spoke to Mistress. “You must be Hope, so nice to meet you in person,” she said with slight question in her voice, “And this is….?” Mistress answered, “Yes, I’m Hope, and his name doesn’t matter. You can address him as anything you want.” OK, that was different, Mistress has never been openly dismissive of me, even when we played with Ezra and Ellie.
I was, not even secretly, looking the woman up and down, noting that with her boots on she was a little bit taller than me, with toned and tanned legs leading up to her shaved pussy, stomach bare below the corset with plenty of cleavage, a young-ish looking face, green eyes and brown, shoulder length hair. Mistress told me to stand there, keep my head and eyes down. She and the woman walked off, I could hear them whispering, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I would later learn that Mistress had been communicating with the woman for advice on how to be a Dom.
I didn’t see (no pun intended, this time) where she got it from, Mistress handed me a blindfold and told me to put it on. After slipping it on, Mistress led me to a Saint Andrew’s Cross against one of the walls and with the assistance of the woman secured me to it, facing the cross, so my backside was facing the room. It was then I realized that I was the ‘model’ for this class. I remembered the chairs setup when we walked in the room and wondered how many people were going to be there, wishing this was a private tutoring session, not a class. I also wondered if the woman (I never was told what I should call her. For simplicity I’ll refer to her as Miss) going to demonstrate or would there be class participation.
Talking to Miss now, Mistress told her what my safe words were (for reminder, we use the Red, Yellow, Green method). Leaning so close to my ear I could feel the heat of her body and feel her breath, Miss whispered to me that we’d find my limit for Mistress. “Uh oh!” was all I could think.
Miss then told me that, if I were gagged at any point during the class I would have a ball in my hand that I could drop, and if I did, everything would immediately stop, she’d remove the gag and get my safe word/color. She continued telling me that I’d probably need it since this was a 101 class and many of the participants had no experience with impact play. “Uh oh,” was all I could think of again. I wondered if we would truly find my limit for sexual pain. Mistress has paddled and whipped me pretty hard in the past, and we’ve approached it, but never gotten there, mostly, I think, because Mistress didn’t really want to hurt me. I wasn’t sure that was the case with Miss.
I could hear people entering the room and various conversations Escort Bayan going on. They ranged from nervous excitement to (over?) confident chatter about how ‘the model’ was going to get used and abused, how excited some were to watch it happen. Those were the ones that scared me the most. Yes, I was actually scared.
Soon after the room started filling up, Mistress leaned in and said in my ear, “Have fun, don’t be afraid to use your safe words. Miss is going to do something I just can’t bring myself to do, she’s going to find your limits. And while she’s doing that, I’ll be having fun with…. Nevermind, that doesn’t really matter, does it?” I was stunned at the mind fuck she just laid on me. Thinking about what she could mean, my cock started to swell in my cage.
“OK, everyone,” Miss said loudly enough to get the conversations to stop, “welcome to Impact Play 101. Today you’ll learn how to use various impact tools on a sub. First I’ll demonstrate each one, then you’ll get a chance to try them yourselves. Our model here has been generously volunteered by his Mistress to help you learn. Before we start, a reminder that if I tell you to stop, you immediately stop what you’re doing. The model’s safe words are the Red, Yellow, Green model, and when he starts to whine too much and we gag him – and it will get to that I promise, he’ll have a ball in his hand. If he drops that ball, stop and I’ll remove his gag to get his word. I need a show of hands to confirm every one of you understands.” Miss must have seen all the hands she needed because she continued, “Like all my classes, and I recognize some you so this is only new to some of you, I strongly encourage you to practice until you are comfortable. A reminder, if I say stop, you stop immediately. The sub has a long day in front of him, we don’t want to have to end it early.”
I wondered, “What the hell has Mistress signed me up for?” I also wondered what she’d be doing, and with who. My imagination ran wild with scenes of her with Ellie, I wondered if she’d finally decided to fuck another man, and if she did would it be Ezra. Those images also flashed through my mind, and my cock tried to swell even more. I had mixed feelings about the latter. I’m OK, I think, with Mistress fucking someone else, as long as I’m part of the scene, even if that means being tied to a chair and blindfolded, with only my ears and imagination to work out what was going on.
My thoughts were interrupted as Miss explained to the class how the session would go. Each segment went the same way, Miss talking about and, I presume, showing each implement, then demonstrating its use on my, then allowing anyone that wanted to try it to use it on me.
Miss started with a flogger, describing it as a medium length with soft leather tails and explained the marks it would leave. When she demonstrated there was no warm up, no starting easy. The first blow took me somewhat by surprise because she landed it while finishing up her instruction. I don’t know why, but I had expected her to finish talking and say she was going to demonstrate. When the first blow landed I jumped as much as I could and let out a short “Ugggg.” Miss delivered several blows with varying intensity and to different locations on my ass and back, all while explaining the different pain regions and the “no strike” zones. Thankfully, one zone was my balls. I know some men get off on having theirs smacked, kicked or whatever – I’m not one of those, this is a definite hard limit of mine. Then she opened up the audience participating part.
The first person stepped up and Miss showed her how to hold the flogger, how to swing and aim. Then, WHACK, the person struck my back, between my shoulder blades, and proceeded to work their way down my back to my ass with a series of strikes. I felt my skin warm, the tingling and pain of each blow, and I squirmed and moaned with each blow. When they got to my ass the intensity of the strikes skyrocketed. This was the hardest I’d ever been flogged, and it stung, really badly. I can tell you my cock was definitely NOT hard now!
After the first person had practiced, Miss leaned in and asked for my word. Hesitating, I said “green.” I know it hurt like hell already, but we were not at my limit yet, and I knew I had a long way to go to get there. “Good,” she replied, “but you’re making too much noise and distracting people.” Instructing me to open my mouth, she fit a ball gag into my mouth, securing it with the strap around my head, then put a ball in each of my hands, reminding me that I was to drop one or both of them if I needed to use one of my safe words. I didn’t know at the time (we did find out later, and of course ordered one) what kind of gag it was, but I was pleasantly surprised to not feel the pinch at the corners of my mouth that I do with the ones we have at home.
With the gag secured in place, Miss invited several others up to practice. By the end of the first practice session my skin was on fire, from the tops of my thighs (whatever the back of the legs is called) to my shoulders, no spot had been spared. Some of the strikes were a little off the mark and the tails had wrapped around my ribs, leaving marks on my sides, too. Those hurt the most.
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