I have recently showed my wife some of the articles in P&W and she has asked me
to submit an erotic story to you for publication. I also give you permission to
allow those who wish to contact me to do so. My wife suggested I use the name
"domestic". I have shared with her my strong desire to be owned by her in any
way she wishes. When I first started to tell her about my needs she obliged me
as a kind of favor. But as time passed she became aware how useful my needs
might be to her and became more enthusiastic about obliging them. She has
suggested that I write about some of our times together. The following is not
literally true however most of the material is taken from real incidents. At
least once a month my wife tells me not to make any plans for the weekend. This
is to let me know that she has plans for me. For instance last weekend I came
home to find her dressed in manner guaranteed to get me motivated. She wore her
highest shiny black leather heels over black fishnet pantyhose. Her body was
encased in a cinched corset over which she wore a cute little mini skirt. Her
breasts were bare. She was loosely holding a riding crop I had bought her for
these weekends. I couldn't help but blush from excitement, as she smiled and
whispered to me "Get prepared!". Getting prepared is a ritual in which I bind
myself while she watches and instructs. I am always required to bind my genitals
and this weekend was no different. First I strip naked and with a fairly thin
nylon rope I tightly circle my waist; then run the line between my legs from
front to back and on each side of my genitals. Starting at the base of my now
throbbing member I tightly wind the rope around my shaft from the root to the
tip. My wife insists on neatness. The wrap must be consistently tight and even.
If it displeases her in any way she has me undo it and start again. When I
approach the head of my penis I loosely warp the rope underneath the anchor cord
running between my legs and back around the top part of my shaft. I leave
perhaps 2 or 3 inches of slack. I then warp the remaining line around the cord
running from the head of my penis to the cord on my stomach tightening the loop
just under the head. The effect is to anchor my tightly bound throbbing prick an
inch or two in front of my body. At this point she asked me to kiss her. My
excitement is contagious to her. I could smell her body warming as I kissed and
nuzzled her neck. Her breathing became shallow. Making out with her like this is
a kind of torture in itself since as I become more excited the ropes bite a
little harder. Knowing I can't consummate my lust only seems to heighten it.
After some time she said, "Stop now. I want you in your high collar, wrist and
ankles manacles." The high collar is a leather fetter I built for myself made of
the double layer of thickest cow hide I could find. It is highest at the back of
the neck (about 7 inches) and tapers as necessary near the Adam's apple at the
throat. Sandwiched in between is a reinforcing flexible steel sheet. The effect
is to hold my head high; I am unable to turn my head when I am wearing this
collar. The collar locks in back with two padlocks. The manacles are standard
fair. Between my hands my wife ordered me to lock a one foot chain and between
my ankles a mere 6 inches. "Don't you look nice, love", she teased as I finished
locking the collar around my neck. For a moment she simply gazed at my helpless
body. I never know what to do with my hands when I'm bound like this. The slack
the chain affords is not long enough to allow me to let them hang naturally by
my sides. Besides the chain always seems to get caught in the rope binding my
prick. Holding them up seems sort of foolish too. I stood nervously before her
acutely aware of my wife's smiling eyes. "Turn around now". I did as she asked.
When I faced her again I felt an incredible urge to make love to her. She toyed
with the key to the padlocks. She wore them on a thin silver chain which hung
between her gorgeous breasts. "Well, you are suitably dressed for a weekend of
slavery and there is plenty around here for you to do. Why don't you start by
making a fire", she directed. She picked up a book from the side table and began
to read. Of course chained as I was I could only manage the smallest of steps. I
moved myself over to the wood basket. All the wood was gone. "I'm afraid there
isn't enough wood here to make a fire", I told her. "Well I'm sure there's more
in the shed", she stated without looking up from her book. "You don't really
expect me to go outside like this to get more wood". Here voice became a little
chillier. "I expect you to build me a fire now and without delay. Don't make me
ask you again". She picked up the crop stepped over to me a delivered three
sharp blows to my ass. "Get going!". We have developed an understanding about
pain. I don't really find it stimulating. My wife likes it. Our understanding is
that it is only used when I displease her in some way. The way she looks at it I
regulate the amount of pain I receive by how obedient I am. I immediately
shuffled toward the back door with the wood basket. I am fortunate that we live
in a suburban area outside of the city and that it was already dark out. As I
made my way toward the shed I could see Mrs. Rosiere in her kitchen at her sink.
The next door neighbors dog gave me quite a start when it started barking at the
shadow lurking back toward the house. The fire was soon made. "Clean the
bathroom now." She was still reading and I was hoping she might be interested in
something else. "Be thorough. The medicine cabinet is disgusting. I want those
shelves cleaned. Polish the porcelain and wash the floor. I may take a bath
later". She looked up at me. I stood before her in obvious discomfort. After a
few moments she said, "Ok you may speak with impunity now. What is going on?". I
flushed, "I'm so turned on baby. Can't we huh ..." She cut me off. "When I'm
ready. I'm not interested now." I stammered, "Well don't you think I could be a
little more productive if I wasn't quite so restricted. This collar is a bit
much and couldn't I have a little more slack in these chains." "Don't worry
love. I'll motivate you." She picked up her crop. "Look. You didn't have to do
this. When you came home you could've said 'not tonight honey'. But instead you
locked yourself in my chains. Now I own you. You don't get any say unless I
allow it. When we first started this game I didn't really know what to think.
Now I like it. I don't have to do any chores I don't want to. I love that. And
you do too! Right now I want the bathroom spotless. I don't want you to speak
unless spoken to. You'll address me a 'Princess' this weekend. You will obey me
without hesitation from this time forward or suffer the consequences. Do you
understand?" "Yes Princess." "If you do as your told I might later give you what
you so obviously want", she teased looking toward my bound swollen member.
"Right now I want a spotless bathroom. When your finished come back down and
I'll tell you what to do next. Now get busy and thank me for it" "Yes Princess,
Thank you Princess", I replied and made my way toward the stairs. The chain
between my ankles was not long enough for me to step from one stair to the next.
I had to brace myself on the stair with my hands while I hopped up each step
with my feet together. I emptied the medicine cabinet and scrubbed it down. I
had years of accumulated crusted medicines on the shelves and on the back. I
then got to work on the sink bath and toilet. My wife is very particular about
the porcelain. She likes it to be cleaned first with a bathroom cleaner like
Comet but then she likes me to rinse the abrasive stuff off the surfaces very
carefully. This required at least two full "rinses" after the initial scrubbing.
She likes me to do the floor tile on hands and knees rather then with a mop. My
wife says I do a better job that way. She also teases that it brings out the
'slave' in me. As I finish up the final tiles I feel how tired my body is
already yet I am somehow oddly refreshed. I've spent over an hour and a half on
the bathroom. I return to my wife still sitting on the sofa, dressed to kill.
"Clean up the bedroom now while I take my bath. Change the sheets and vacuum
under the bed. You may as well start a laundry." "Yes Princess". As I went about
my task I could hear my love in the bathroom running the water and luxuriating
in the tub while I as quickly as I could did has she had asked. Moving the
laundry and vacuum up and down the stairs is one of the the most tedious chores.
When I had finished the room my wife was again reading by the fire. "Put another
log on the fire and get me a glass of rose." "Yes Princess." I stoked the fire
and brought her her wine. She looked me over enjoying my obvious desire for her.
"I would like my manicure now", she said. I knew nothing about manicures before
I met my wife. She has taught me so much about many new things. "Yes Princess"
and I went to retrieve the manicure set as she switched on the TV. As my lover
watched the news I kneeling before her trimmed buffed and polished her nails.
Touching her hands as her bound servant thrilled me beyond description. I was
absolutely turned on but was not permitted to do anything about it. "Turn off
these lights now and kneel here beside me". I did as I was told. She unlocked my
hands and turned me around locking them together behind me. Then we began to
kiss. She whispered, "I love you like this." She sat up in front of me with her
legs to either side of my kneeling body. "Don't touch me with your prick", she
commanded. Her hands roamed across my body. My mind raced. She fondled my balls.
"You may kiss my breasts now", she breathed. With her hands on the back of my
neck she gently quided my face across the breasts I hungrily licked and sucked.
Her gentle breathing turned into a soft moan. My prick was ready to explode.
After what seemed an eternity she said, "Smell what your doing to me." She then
stood up and lifted her taffeta mini shirt. The fish net shockings she wore had
a convenient hole around her pussy. She wore no panties. Her aroma was obvious.
I deeply breathed in her intoxicating scent. I so much wanted to fuck her. She
sat down and shifted her pelvis up to the edge of the sofa. "You may now touch
the tip of you prick again my body. Do not touch my body with those ropes. With
my tongue in her mouth I gingerly pushed my prick toward the hole. I felt the
dampness of her warm lips touch the exposed head of my cock. "Push it in just a
little , but be careful not to go to far." I gently pushed forward and felt her
lips gently grab just the tip of my cock. "No more...oh you feel so
good...whatever you do don't come. In fact stop moving." She then began to
fondle her own breasts. "Why don't you tell me how you feel", she whispered. "I
love you my darling,", I started. " I feel so lucky to have found you. I'm so
turned on. I just want to push myself inside you. I love expressing how much I
love you by serving you in any way you wish." I began to tell her I would do
anything if she would let me come inside her gently pushing in and out the head
of my swollen member. Her breathing increased. I felt out of control as I pushed
further inside her coaxed on by her breathing. Clearly the ropes were touching
her pussy but she didn't seem to mind. It was all I could do to prevent myself
from coming. After a few minutes of this she interrupted me and asked gently,
"What did I ask you to do about moving?". The blood drained from my face. "You
asked me not to move or touch you with my ropes", I admitted. "But while you're
telling me you would do anything for my favors you disobeyed me on both counts.
What am I to do with you?", she smiled wickedly. "I think you need some time to
meditate on your disobedience". She reached over to pick up a three foot long
pole with large eyelets at either end. "Do not speak until I give explicit
permission. Do you understand?". I nodded yes as best I could in the collar. She
then removed the chain which ran between my ankles and locked one end of the
pole and my ankles together. After having me kneel up off the backs of my legs
she attached the other end to one of locks on my high collar. I could barely
move. She also attached another chain to my bounds hands and pulled them up high
in my back attaching the other end to the collar I pleaded with my eyes but she
ignored me smiling at my predicament. She pulled her skirt up exposing her sweet
pussy again and fondled herself while looking me over. "Your prick certainly
does get you in a lot of trouble" she commented nestling her fingers inside her
gentle rubbing her love button. "No use having your trouble interrupt my
pleasure." Her breathing became hard now. With her lubricated hand she brushed
the tip of my prick. I squirmed begging with my eyes for release. "You a quite
the sexy sight." Her body was rising now as she confided, "I'm very close
lover." I fought helplessly against the pole and the chains. Her eyes gleamed as
the first wave hit her. "Oh God I love you." Her face flushed but she kept her
eyes open as her body shuttered. Looking directly into my eyes she calmly
stated, "I'm coming right now". Her hand was wet. After a few moments her body
went limp and she leaned back into the sofa. I was lost with desire. After a few
minutes she sat up. "Christ that was great. I'll bet you're wishing you had a
little more self control." She got up and went to the kitchen returning with
another glass of wine. "Ok sweetheart I want you over there in the corner. Move
it." She picked up her whip. I could barely move yet I began to turn around and
inching my knees forward move in the direction where she had pointed to. What
was she doing. Without warning she struck me from behind. I yelped but somehow
managed to move faster. My knees were hurting. I tried to look back at her but I
couldn't with that damn collar on. She struck again. Christ ok I thought to
myself, I'm moving as fast as I can. She brought over a pillow and dropped on
the floor in the corner of the room as a pad for my knees. "Face the corner,
darling. I want you to meditate on obedience. You have to learn that when you're
in my collar you will obey me completely. You are to remain quiet without
squirming here until I say different". My knees were burning. "You may answer me
now". I faced the corner. "Thank you Princess... Couldn't I just say I'm sorry?"
"Well. Are you?" "Oh God yes. I am very sorry. I am sorry that I couldn't
control my desire for you. It wasn't deliberate disobedience I promise you. Oh
Please Princess I was just so excited I really couldn't help myself." "Well
we'll see if that something we can't correct. Maybe you can learn to control
yourself. Why don't you think on that while you're here in the corner. That was
very exciting for me. Are you still excited?" "Oh Yes Princess I am." "Too bad.
I'm finished with you for now. Maybe later if your good". "Oh come on." "I'm now
bored with your protests." "Yes Princess. How long Princess?" "We'll see." She
turned on the TV. I stared at the wall. She watched a couple of sitcoms then the
some nature show on channel 2. For while I didn't know what she was doing. Then
I could hear she was reading a book. Come on I've been good, I thought to
myself. After a few minutes I passed the time counting the pages. When I'm bound
for a long period of time I make up little mind games to pass the time. However
these thoughts are interrupted by my remembering the situation I'm in which,
even while suffering, never fails to make me hard. I counted 41 page flips
before I heard her stand up and go upstairs. My knees were killing me even with
the pillow and my back was aching from my being forced into this unnatural
posture. And my shoulder and neck were sore from the collar and the strain of
having my arms pulled high up my back. Still I was incredibly turned on. I was
at her complete mercy. I knew that if I spoke I would only get it worse. I was
not allowed to move. She came back downstairs, did something in the kitchen and
then returned to her book. How long did she think I could stand this? Another 10
page flips. "Turn around", she ordered. I did. "My goodness you're still hard.
You never cease to amaze me. I must say you're very easy to please. Do you think
you can do better now at doing exactly as I tell you." "Yes Princess", My voice
was shaking. "I think you can too", she cooed. In a moment I'm going to let you
go. You'll put your chains away and go upstairs and wash yourself meticulously.
Then I want you to get ready for bed. You have a big day tomorrow. The floors
need waxing and its time to clean the oven again. All my shoes need polishing
and there's a ton of laundry. Don't forget to do my underwear by hand this
time." "No Princess. I won't forget" "You'll need your rest. I want you in night
collar and cuffs. Ankles too. Leave the key on the night table. Understand?"
"Yes Princess". I was on the edge on tears. "Night collar and cuffs" means I
lock a relatively thin collar with 6 inch connecting chains to cuffs locked
around my wrists. My wife likes to be sure I don't touch myself at night while
allowing me the possibility of sleep. She says it keeps me motivated. She then
came over to me and unlocked my hands. She handed me the key. I did exactly as I
was told. You may wonder why. I have to tell you that I feel very loved when my
wife indulges my unusual needs and it excites me even more knowing that she gets
something from it. I was very tired and was sound asleep when she came to bed.
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