Our Conjugal Visit to a Dominatrix

OUR CONJUGAL VISIT TO A DOMINATRIX by Long Tall Mary

My name is Heather, twenty eight years old, and a high school English teacher in a suburban district. Dennis, my husband, is thirty years old and an English professor at a local university. We have been married for five years.

Both of us were educated at prestigious universities, are of superior intellect and could easily qualify for MENSA membership. It is a common opinion that our positions are mismatched, in that I should be the college professor, with Dennis relegatedto high school teaching. My intellectual ability is so superior,that I serve as a peer reviewer in English literature for a major university.

Likewise my physical appearance is of stellar quality, without giving my measurements I am 5’5”, 115 pounds with short dark brown hair and eyes, reliable sources have suggested that I should have explored a career as an actress. Over the years I’ve been propositioned several timesby male faculty members or students, in each case they were rejected in a most humiliating manner, as I made a pretense of righteous self-indignation. I’m perceived to be overly smug, Dennis as more mild mannered.

Politically we are quite liberal, between us we are active in NOW, the Socialist Workers Party, and a local environmentalist group. Dennis recently feigned illness and took a month off, during this period he participated in the Wall Street protests in Manhattan.

Sexually we are heterosexual and monogamous, but quite tolerant of alternative life styles. Some of my NOW colleagues are scornful that I am overly submissive to Dennis, as well as being intolerant of adultery. Dennis is well aware that should I become aware of any such transgression on his part, it is irreconcilable and that he should retain a divorce lawyer immediately.

Dennis has always had a fixation for bondage and has unsuccessfully attempted to persuade me to engage in such activity, my only concession has been to permit him to tie me to the bed and spank me barehanded. I can count on one hand how many times this wish was granted. Our computer is filled with pictures from bondage web sites and numerous bondage DVDs can be found in the house, this doesn’t trouble me in the least.

One day Dennis suggested, in gest I thought, that together we submit to a dominatrix. “I’ll bet you would freak out if another woman spanked you while naked” he remarked. “Dennis I’m not afraid of anything like that, go ahead and find someone who would do such a thing and I’ll do it”, I foolishly replied. Foolish because I have an ingrained tendency not to go back on my word, for example if I make a bet, which if I lostI would run naked in a crowded shopping mall, then I would do just that.

About two weeks later Dennis jolted me with the announcement that he had arranged for a session with a dominatrix, both of us would submit in full view of one another. My immediate reaction was to lambaste the idea, but he disparaged my character, stating that I didn’t have the fortitude to go through with it, along with the honor my promise argument.

However kinky, the idea had a certain appeal; naively I believed that the two of us would be spanked by a dominatrix and nothing further. Thus I agreed to participate in the session, it did trouble me that Dennis refused to divulge any details, such as how he came to meet the dominatrix; all he would offer was that she was an older woman named Mary, with an excellent reputation in the local BDSM community.

Our session was scheduled for 1:00 on a Saturday afternoon. I was quite apprehensive as Dennis drove towards the destination, which was a house in a semi-rural suburban town. My attire was informal, jeans with a green turtle neck sweater, Dennis was in jeans and a sweatshirt. I would soon regret not having attired myself differently.

As we drove I pondered some possibilities. Perhaps we should have notified a trusted friend of our destination, with instructions to search for us if we had not called in by a certain time. Dennis rejected this idea out of hand, calling my fears unfounded.

About ten minutes before arrival the cell rang and Dennis answered. After about thirty seconds of listening but not talking to the caller, he stated, “It is Mistress and she wishes to speak with you”, then handing me the phone.

“You will do precisely as I say, as soon as you enter the kitchen you will drop to your knees and kiss each of my shoes, Dennis has been instructed to do the same-and do not be late”, she decreed before hanging up. The call left me unsettled but Dennis again ridiculed my fears, arguing that such a request is hardly extraordinary for a dominatrix.

We pulled into the driveway of the one story brick home with an attached garage, situated about one hundred yards from the road. Dennis had already instructed me that it was important to address the dominatrix as “Mistress” at all times, and to refrain from speaking unless she granted permission.

We entered the garage through the walk in door, Dennis then knocked on the door leading to the interior. About thirty seconds later the door opened and I caught my first glimpse of Mistress Mary. At once I was alarmed, there was something inherently foreboding about her demeanor. She was at least sixty years old, and 6 foot tall, wearing a pair of stilettos that must have made her five inches taller. Her attire was a black mini skirt with a matching zipped top; topped off by a Lady Gaga Blonde synthetic wig. The vanity of a six foot tall elderly dominatrix, costumed in a mini skirt and outlandish wig, left an indelible impression on my psyche. 

Upon entering the kitchen Dennis dropped to his knees and performed the ritualistic shoe kissing as required. Without saying a word I did likewise. Still not having said a word she directed us to the living room. As we stood side by side, Mistress crossed her arms in front of her and sternly remarked “The slut was instructed to wear a mini skirt or short dress, why has she not done so?”.

“Mistress my husband never informed me of your requirement”, as I cast an exasperating glance at Dennis.

“Is that the case faggot”, she commanded, staring at Dennis.

“Yes Mistress there is no excuse for it”, he whimpered.

“All right slut strip, all your clothes on the couch, I want you in your birthday suit”, she commanded. From this point on I would be referred to simply as “Slut”.

“Yes Mistress”, I replied as I commenced the task of stripping, something I was psychologically prepared for. At this point events started deteriorating as a male, shirtless, in jeans, and wearing a ski mask entered the room. It was clear he was an adult but I couldn’t estimate his age. He was a hulk type, at least 6’5 and 200 pounds.

“What is he doing here”, asked Dennis, in a tone that conveyed both irritation and fear.

“Number one he is here for security, second he will take you to the bedroom and assist in dressing you as a female”, she snapped, clearly angered that Dennis had spoken without permission. Before he could say another word the brute put Dennis in an arm lock and forced him down the hall and out of my sight.

It was apparent that this session would entail more than being spanked while nude. Fleetingly I considered escaping, but realized that the Mistress and her associate could easily overpower us.

After I finished undressing, I was ordered to stand at attention while Mistress sized me up bygroping my boobs and cunt, surprisingly in a rather gentle manner, “My you’re a good looking slut but they tend to be the most difficult to train”, she remarkedbefore cuffing my wrists behind me using a pair of steel handcuffs and attaching a dog collar around my neck. “You look much better” she chuckled, before attaching a six foot leash to the collar.

At this point the sounds of a commotion could be heard. The brute led Dennis into the living room using a leash, similar to my arrangement. Dennis was now handcuffed and costumed as a female; adorned with lipstick, wearing a short black dress, stockings, red heels and a blond wig.

“What is the problem”, Mistress snapped.

“When I touched his cock he started getting hyper”, the brute replied.

Mistress addressing Dennis:“Another homophobe I see, well I hadn’t planned for you to suck cock, but because of your attitude you will do just that”.

Dennis responded, “This wasn’t in the agreement, I want to stop this session and leave immediately”.

Mistress responded by backhanding him across his face, then yanking hard enough on his leash to cause him to tumble to the floor. “Gag him”, she commanded, the brute promptly produced a ball gag and strapped it into place. Brute then yanked him back on his feet and proceeded to massage his cock with his hand. “Your ass belongs to me faggot”, he snarled.“To the basement”, commanded Mistress.

The brute led Dennis by the leash, with Mistress doing the same to me. We gingerly descended the basement stairs where another surprise awaited us. Standing upright, with hands cuffed to an overhead bar, was a nude adult female with impressive boobs. A hood had been put over her face, which served as a blindfold and prevented me from seeing her face. Her ankles were tied together and I assume she was gagged as well.

“Pay no attention to her, she was sent here for training by her husband, as she was unfaithful”, Mistress volunteered, before adding “She looks much too comfortable I have something for that”. That something was to apply a quantity of a menthol gel to the innards of her anal anatomy, using a latex glove. The woman immediately cried in pain, it was now obvious she was gagged as the cries were muffled.

The basement was divided by a wooden partition into two halves, each a separate dungeon. From our half we could not see the woman restrained in the other half. The equipment was similar to what I had seen in bondage photos; an overhead winched cable, a wooden pillory device, along with various bondage implements such as floggers and cuffs.

Dennis was made to kneel on a pillow, with his legs put into the holes of the wooden stock to his rear. His wrists, cuffed in the rear, were connected to the stock in such a manner that he was forced to remain kneeling, unable to move in any direction. Whenthe brute placed a chair in front of Dennis, I knew that forced oral sex was imminent.

The situation was pathetic and my feelings were of revulsion. While angry that Dennis had fallen prey to this pathologically sadistic woman, he didn’t deserve to be forced by another male. I desperately wanted to protest his treatment, but knew if I did that I would be tortured in some way.

In addition I have an aversion to gags, as it would precipitate an acute anxiety episode. Even the fact that I had pre medicated myself with tranquilizers would not offset the reaction. Whether Mistress was aware of this or not I don’t know, however I had no doubt that I would be gagged if I spoke.

Mistress had much more in store for me.  My wrists, cuffed behind me, were attached to the overhead cable and it was winched upwards, leaving me in an uncomfortably cramped position, one which allowed me to observe Dennis. “Are you comfy slut”, she chuckled.

“No Mistress”, I replied, at which point she cranked the winch a few notches higher. She then informed me of the requirement that future oral responses required me to refer myself as slut, “the slut understands Mistress”, I dutifully replied.

Mistress next turned her attention to my boobs, commenting on how well developed they were. She then took a set of nipple clamps, connected by a short chain, attaching one to each nipple. “There that doesn’t hurt does it”, she cooed. Without waiting for my answer she yanked the chain forward causing me to shriek in pain.

She then turned issued orders to Brute to replace the ball gag Dennis was wearing, with a metal dental gag, “We can’t take a chance on him biting down”, she quipped.

MIstress: “Faggot will suck Masters cock until told to stop, if he feels your teeth, or if your effort is unsatisfactory, you and the slut will both be tortured, you will be forced to swallow his load no matter what”.

With that Brute sat on a chair facing Dennis and inserted his cock into his mouth. The oral assault continued for nearly ten minutes, with Mistress assisting by pushing his head forward so that it remained sealed against Brute’sgenitals. It was simply nauseating to watch her gleefully orchestrating the action as Dennis desperatelytried to please him with his tongue. Brute remained masked but I’m certain he was most gratified by the humiliation he was inflicting.

The assault culminated as Brute roared “ramming speed”, with that Mistress vigorously forced his head back and forth and a load of ejaculate was forced into his mouth. Dennis had no choice but to swallow it.

Mistress: “Very good faggot, don’t worry we have much more in store for you and slut”.

Mistress addressing me: “I think it is time for you to get better acquainted with the bitch in the other room”.  I was released from the painful bent over position on the winch and led into the other half of the dungeon.

I was made to kneel on a pillow facing the still hooded female, at preciselythe right height so that my mouth was level with her cunt. A belt was attached around her waist; Mistress then looped my collar chain under her crotch and tied it to the back of the belt. The result was that my face was compressed into her cunt, there was no way could I extricate myself from this arrangement. Dennis remained in the other half of the dungeon and would not witness any of this.

Mistress: “I don’t have to tell you what to do, how long I make you lick her pussy will depend on how vigorously you perform, if your work is adequate I will spare you from licking her asshole which will certainly give you the hots”, a rather sick reference to the menthol cream.

The ten minutes seemed like an eternity, with Mistress constantly berating and prodding me to work harder. It was the most distasteful thing I have ever done, but the thought of licking her menthol coated asshole forced me to work frenetically. Perversely the sounds of the woman, moaning through her gag, were having an erotically pleasing effect on me. It was also obviously having an erotic effect on her as she experienced multiple orgasms. She was a squirter and I ended up with a load of her ejaculate on my face.

“Excellent mouth work, for that I will allow the pleasure of having your asshole licked by this adulterous bitch”, announced Mistress. In short order my wrists were recuffed in front of me and I was blindfolded. The poor woman on the winch was taken down, her hood and gag replaced by a cloth blindfold, and her wrists cuffed behind her.

Our positions were reversed as the woman was made to kneel on the floor, the only difference being that by looping the leash on the front of her collar under my crotch and to my waist belt, her mouth was sealedto my asshole from behind. My wrists were attached to the cable and Mistress cranked it until I was standing on my toes.

Being blindfolded was very intimidating and I would be forced to wear it for the duration of the anal assault. The other woman’s hood and gag were removed, when she was finished with my asshole they would be put back on her. Neither of us would see the others entire face.

The poor woman did her best to please Mistress with her mouthwork, but at least three times I could hear the sound of a whip striking her body followed by a command to perform more vigorously, after each stroke her tongue penetrated deeper into my hole. I considered myself fortunate as the only physical pain inflicted on me so far was from the nipple clamps, but I fully expected that more would be forthcoming, as well as being made to wear a gag.

Finally the woman was allowed to stop. After being gagged and hooded once again, she was reattached to the cable. Mistress removed my blindfold and led me back into the other half of the dungeon.

Dennis was now on his hands and knees on the floor and still in handcuffs; he had no choice as Brute had attached a wooden humbler device to his testicles, making it impossible for him to stand. Not content with that position, Brute made him crawl around the dungeon on his knees, it was obvious he was in great pain as he attempted to do so. Mistress promptly put a stop to it, making him kneel stationary on the floor once again.

Mistress: “Faggot will masturbate himself but will not cum”

Dennis obeyed her command, once again it was pathetic to see my husband, dressed as a female, playing with himself. Mistress made him continue for nearly five minutes, requiring him to make erotic sounds as well. For some strange reason I wanted to giggle as Dennis faked the sounds of erotic pleasure, however I was able to refrain from doing so.

Smiling, with her arms folded, Mistress decreed what was in store for him, “First you will be fitted with a metal chastity device that only I have the key for. It will allow excretory functions but no other uses of your cock, you will wear it for two days before I tell you where the key is hidden”.

Mistress removed the humbler and adroitly attached the chastity device. To further unsettle Dennis she announced, “I had considered leaving the humbler on, taking you to a local gay bar and making you perform on stage, however I have something else planned that will put you on public display”. We both knew than to inquire as to the specifics.

Next a set of locking straps were used to assure that Dennis could not remove his heels. Mistress emphasized that the U shaped portion of the three locks completely recessed into the base, making it impossible to cut the lock. “They have unique keys and no locksmith can duplicate them, not that I would expect you to try” she added.

In what had to be the apogee of her diabolical sadism, Mistress used a super glue adhesive to cement Dennis’ wig into place. She emphasized that the only way to remove it was by using a special dissolvent, which only she possessed of course.

Any attempt by Dennis to remove either the heels or wig would easily be detected. Mistress emphasized that she would personally inspect him in two days, if any tampering had occurred he would be wearing the chastity device for a greatly extended period.Only with the use of the key, as well as the special glue dissolvent, could he transform his appearance back into that of a male.

“Remember faggot don’t try to remove any of these toys”, she cooingly admonished. It was also made clear that he would be required to wear the dress and have fresh lipstick before his genitals would be freed from the metallic contraption.

Brute insisted that he be allowed to inflict some more perversions upon Dennis, he seemed bent on fucking him anally. Strangely enough Mistress wasn’t receptive, reminding him rather curtly that he served at her pleasure and was not expected to make any demands, only to carry out her orders.

Shortly thereafter we were released, our confinement having been for slightly under two hours. The instructions were to be ready for a phone call at precisely 11:00AM on Monday, at which time he would be given instructions on where to go to retrieve the key and dissolvent. Until then Dennis would be forced to remain a transvestite.

As we were leaving the basement dungeon I noticed that the bondage of the other female submissive had been rearranged. She was no longer wearing a hood, but was again blindfolded with a cloth and wearing a ball gag.

Most conspicuously, the humbler used upon Dennis, was now attached horizontally to her breasts and screwed tightly, compressing both of them.In addition it functioned as a serving tray and a glass of liquid was precariously resting on it. She was also wearing a placard around her neck, with “Useless Slut” inscribed upon it.

I foolishly asked Mistress what was to become of her. “She’ll be kept here for another day but we plan to take some pictures of her and sell them to a bondage website, she will also balance the glass for quite a while and will be punished severely if she drops it. Later tonight we will have several guests for a party and she will be serving the drinks from a tray that will be attached to her ”, she replied. We were then quickly ushered out, still I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the woman.

Dennis didn’t say a word during the drive home nor did I attempt any conversation. Upon arriving home he immediately began downing shots of vodka and I don’t enjoy his company when he is intoxicated. An overpowering urge for straight sex had come over me; obviously Dennis could not satisfy this.

Leaving him to wallow in misery alone, I drove to the home of a fellow male faculty member, who had made a pass at me previously. Without any explanation as to my sudden and uncharacteristic desire for extra marital sex, he was quite willing to engage me in both coital and oral sex for nearly an hour.

By the time I returned home Dennis had passed out due to intoxication;fortunately Monday was a holiday, still I had to put up with him for all of Sunday.

On Sunday afternoon I attended a NOW meeting, leaving Dennis home alone. After relating my extra marital encounter from the day before, everyone was supportive of it and encouraged me to make it a habit..

On the way home I stopped at a bar and enjoyed a few mixed drinks, several males attempted to engage me in conversation but none of them appealed to me. My requirements for male companionship are good looks, combined with a higher intellect, everyone there impressed me as the redneck type.

At precisely11:00AM on Monday the phone rang and was answered by Dennis. Mistress directed him to proceed to a local shopping mall, where she would provide him with the key and dissolvent. It was only forty degrees outside, nonetheless Dennis was ordered to wear the sleeveless dress with no coat.

My orders were to accompany him, we were told specifically where to park and which entrance to use. At precisely 11:40AM we would receive another call with further instructions. “Do not be late” warned Mistress.

At precisely 11:40AM the cell rang. The instructions were for Dennis to walk to the food court, mine were to wait for two minutes and enter the mall myself. I would then walk to a certain point in the food court, at no time would I give any indication that I was acquainted with Dennis. Likewise we would leave separately.

It was pathetic to watch Dennis walk across the parking lot in the four inch heels. A person of ordinary intelligence would easily recognize that he was a female impersonator; he could only hope not to encounter someone who knew him personally.

Following the instructions I walked to the edge of the food court, just in time to see Mistress and Dennis entering the ladies restroom together. This would enable Mistress to inspect his wig and chastity device for tampering.

The two emerged from the restroom about two minutes later with Mistress having a seat at one of the tables. Dennis then proceeded to four different tables, with at least one female sitting at each. “Hi I’m Denise”, he recited before moving on to the next table. The reaction of the customers was a mix of annoyance and amusement. Dennis then returned to Mistress’ table and was given an envelope. At this point we departed from the mall being careful to keep our distance from each other.

In the car Dennis opened the envelope, it contained both the key and the dissolvent. He wasn’t smiling but at least he had the means to shed his female costume. The chastity belt, heels, and dress were removed in the car and replaced with an overcoat. Once at home it took nearly an hour to remove the wig and chunks of his natural hair came off as well.

One week later I filed for divorce, citing gross mental and physical cruelty. He was spared the embarrassment of having specifics of his kinky sexual preference enumerated in the papers. Dennis agreed to leave the house pending finalization of the divorce.

Dennis is living with his mother and reportedly carrying on an affair with a localeighteen year old female, whom hemet on collarme.