I ASKED FOR IT (Peter’s Story) – Pt2

Part 1 ended....“Get your hand off your cock Peter...no,you love those Dommes saying ‘bitch, slut, slave’ don’t you....get your fucking hand off ‘my’ cock, not yours mine now slave, you will touch yourself only when I say SLAVE. Is that understood?!”....

Part 2

“Yes Sar....” before I had could finish the words the riding crop landed with a painful sting on my arse, from the pain I know there would be a red line across my arse.

“Yes what? Bitch?”

“Yes Mistress Sarah.” The crop now slowly stroking across my arse.

“That’s better bitch.” Sarah smiled, one hand dragging the end of the riding crop across my skin, Sarah’s other hand was wrapped around a thick black strap-on phallus...almost as big as the one that was being stroked on the screen of the laptop by the wife of the man being spit-roasted in front of her and the other hard cocked men...waiting their turn to use and abuse the husband.

I took in the incredible vision that now stood in front of me, Sarah my wife, who I thought had lost interest in sex and pleasure but had obviously not, judging by her appearance now...looking absolutely stunning and more beautiful than I could have ever hoped to see my wife...my Mistress as Sarah was now.
I briefly wondered where she had gotten her outfit and riding crop, but more so the strap-on dildo...where had she got it, when had she got it, had she used it with someone else, and if she had, who?
So many questions rushed through my mind as I looked at my stunning wife/mistress stood before me. Dressed in black leather knee-high, heeled boots as the boots ended fishnet stockings came into view fastened by suspenders that framed the thick black strap-on that my wife/mistress held in her hand while smiling. The suspenders holding the stockings attached to a leather cup-less basque that framed and showed Sarah’s full breasts, nipples showing her arousal as they stood hard...only then noticing that Sarah’s nipples were pierced, small balls either side of her stiff nipples...when did Sarah have this done, had it been so long since I had seen Sarah’s breasts?. Sarah’s outfit completed by elbow length leather gloves...one hand still grasping the strap-on, the other holding the riding crop that Sarah now stroked across my chest as I stood naked and erect before her.

“Well someone looks excited by my outfit...just like the pathetic wanker he is....” Sarah ran the riding crop along my erect cock, causing it to twitch and continue to leak precum. “...my wanking husband, too busy watching porn to give me what I want. Do you think I didn’t know about your little porn habit, bitch?.” Sarah then ran the end of the crop over the head of my leaking cock, getting it wet and sticky, as my cock continued to twitch. Then presented the sticky end of the crop to my mouth.
“Lick it clean SLAVE....you know you want to....so do it.”

I licked the end of Sarah’s riding crop clean of my pre-cum, not the first time I had tasted my precum and more. And I think Sarah knew this.

“Good bitch....you’re loving this aren’t you Peter? You want me to dominate you like those women on the videos you love to wank over....though it’s not just the women is it Peter? You get off on thinking about cock too don’t you....”

I couldn’t answer, only nod as Sarah had pushed the end of the riding crop into my mouth and I knew she wanted me to suck it, a sign of my acceptance and agreement of what was happening, a complete change in our relationship....I did not know what would happen if I refused, Sarah had threatened to disclose to all our friends, family my porn habit. I could argue that Sarah must have also looked at porn (at least) as she was standing in front of me dressed as, and gorgeously as a Domme. But I did not want to refuse, I wanted to accept what was happening.

“Before you get to suck my cock [Sarah stroking and waving the strap-on] as if were her real cock, you have some things to put on slave.” Sarah used the riding-drop to point to a small bag that lay next to her boot.

As I went to pick up the bag, the riding-crop landed on my erect cock cause me to moan loudly and bend over with the sharp pain exploding from my erection, which stayed hard despite the pain...or because of the pain.

“On your knees....like a good slave, Peter. I really must stop myself calling you Peter, as if you were my equal, my husband...when in fact from now on you’re so much less than that aren’t you bitch? Your my slave, my plaything and maybe if you are very lucky my whore...you’d love that wouldn’t you slave? Imagine all the men’s cocks you’d be able to enjoy if I whored you out.”

The thought of being sold by Sarah to other men for their sexual enjoyment did indeed arouse me, my lack of control or say as Sarah sold me, rented me out as a possession for her pleasure and financial gain. Making me no more than a sex-toy for those that wanted to pay to use me...my thoughts ended as Sarah dropped the riding-crop on my shoulder, reminding me to get on my knees.

Sarah smiled as I dropped to my knees and opened the small bag as Sarah used the riding-crop to stroke my arse, still warm from earlier strikes. Opening the bag I took out a thick leather collar, leather wrist-cuffs, a short length of chain with clip fastenings at each end and three small padlocks. As I laid out the contents of the bag I did not even consider where they had come from or why Sarah had them, my mind all ready overwhelmed by my wife standing in front of me dressed like so many Dominatrixes I had watched on videos with her pierced nipples, and stroking the thick, black strap-on cock...I was not capable of surprise or shock now, I had quickly moved to accepting all and anything Sarah presented.
Another stoke of the riding-crop on my shoulder.

“Well they are not going to put themselves on slave are they...collar first.”

I fastened the collar around my neck, then fastened the cuffs around my wrists, as Sarah watched smiling and playing with the phallus she wore. Once fastened Sarah had me stand in front of her, sliding the riding-crop into the top of her boot, she made me turn and I heard the click as one of the padlocks was closed, securing my collar. Then each leather cuff was secured with the remaining padlocks. One fastening of the chain was clipped to one wrist-cuff, and then feed through a D-ring on the front of the collar...my collar...then fastened to the other wrist-cuff. My wrists now held by the chain close to my face, the chain only being about 12 inches long.
I was now collared and chained by Sarah and I couldn’t want more, I wanted to my wife’s slave...I wanted to feel her fucking me with her strap-on cock, I wanted to feel her choking me, making me gag as she used my mouth.

I wanted to know where my wife’s outfit, strap-on, bag of my bondage had come from, why she had them, if they had been used before & with who...but most of all I would accept anything that I found out, as I wanted to be Sarah’s slave.