Chapter 4

“Hands behind your back,” I demand. “You clearly can’t be trusted to control yourself yet. You need bondage right now!”

Hesitantly, with a watery hiccup and irrepressible sob, Timmy presents his wrists for binding. But instead of his wrists it is his elbows I loop that belt about. Then I pull it so tight that his forearms are pressed together for their entire length, and his upper arms form a triangle with his wrenched-back and overstressed shoulders. He cries out anew at this cruelty, and my pussy burns excitedly as I secure the buckle. Oh I so can’t wait to fuck this succulent little slut!

First things first however: the punishment. I have to demonstrably impress on this bad little boy that what he endured under his mother was preschool stuff. The rest of his life is going to be a college education in pain. And so I haul off and whip his ass with all the energy and abandon I’ve been husbanding all these years, for just this moment. I whip him and whip him and whip him until he’s bawling unabashedly and trying helplessly to roll away from me. Then I pin him in place with a knee on the back of his neck and whip him some more, another thirty swats at least. Finally, convinced that I’ve broken Timmy properly, I cast the crop aside and stretch out on the bed next to him. Gently I caress his whipped raw, bruised black upraised ass while I breathe soothing whispers into his ear.

“Okay Timmy, settle down. Relax, lover, it’s over. Your mistress has magnanimously decided that you’ve suffered enough for now. Just remember though, this is the bare beginning of what you’ll get whenever you dare to displease me. I own you now my pretty young husband. And it’s my responsibility to ensure your proper behavior. So you just make damn sure that you please me extravagantly at all times, and that you never betray or disobey me in any way. Then you won’t ever have to worry about my crop, or my paddles, bullwhips, or any of my many dozens of other implements of punishment. Do you understand me?”

Timmy has finally stopped sobbing, though he still quivers uncontrollably. Nevertheless he responds promptly and appropriately, making my heart soar at the continued splendid success of this initial indoctrination.

“I understand you, Ma’am. I will strive to serve you always as perfectly as possible. I’m sorrier than you can ever imagine for the way I betrayed you today.”

“Wonderful!” I cry, and I kiss his tear-streaked cheek. Then I drive my tongue deep into his ear and slather it all around, something I know drives him absolutely wild. And at the same time my left hand stops gently caressing his wounded buttocks and moves purposefully to their junction and base. My index finger traces descending circles around his hole, before finally pressing insistently against it. Caught between these conflicting stimuli Timmy writhes in place, moaning uncontrollably. Devilishly I prolong this loving torment, before at last withdrawing my finger and tongue.

“So now we can have sex, yes? You’ve endured your punishment and so you deserve your reward. Now, as promised, I get to teach you how much more wonderful and rewarding sex with a dominatrix like me can be compared to fucking any other woman in the world. This is about to become the most momentous day of your life. So you just lie here all trussed up tight, you love of my life, and wait for your eternal owner to return to you. In less than a minute then you’ll finally understand what kind of miraculous convergence our parallel lives have been leading to!”

Bounding off the bed, practically floating on air – or my anticipatory excitement – I strip off my clothes and re-enter the closet. One whole shelf there is stocked with dildos of every kind imaginable. Right away I seize the ideal one for this occasion: eight inches long, one inch thick, molded of lifelike flesh-colored latex and built into a black leather harness. With the ease of long familiarity and the speed of runaway arousal I strap this smallest of my many dozens of cocks tightly in place about my crotch. Then I grab another rubber dildo from its place on the shelf. This one is half the length and yet twice the girth, and secured not to a crotch harness but a head harness. It is a penis-gag, plain and simple, designed to fill the mouth, stifle all outcry, and incidentally give the wearer something to bite down upon in moments of severe distress.

Flooded with zeal and the anticipation of a consummation decades in the making, I stride back to the bed, my cock bobbing eagerly in front of me. Feasting my hungry gaze on my ignorant slut’s delectably wounded and up-thrust butt, I take care to approach him unseen from behind. Then I leap on the bed, straddle his back and bound arms, seize him by the hair and draw his head sharply back.

“Hold still, Timmy,” I order, as he begins to twist instinctively beneath me. Immediately he subsides into excited panting, and again I’m just so gratified by his obedience to me. “I need to gag you,” I explain. “Open your fucking mouth!”

Again there is no hesitation, and no attempt to resist aside from a bit of autonomic choking when I thrust those thick four inches all the way into his mouth and throat. Swiftly I secure all the buckling straps, and by the time Timmy is irrevocably harnessed up he has learned to keep his head tipped back, easing the insertion of that penis in his throat. Stroking his hair lovingly then, I begin laying the necessary groundwork. Once again nibbling on, tonguing, and breathing seductively into his ear, I do my best to prepare him properly for both the experience upcoming and the sex life he must either suffer through or learn to love.

“Okay Timmy, my young little love, here we go. Now you know, and I know too, that despite the way she beat you, your mother loved you absolutely. She proved that to you with constant displays of overweening affection after each instance of punishment. Did she not?”

Crushed under me, with my breath and lips tickling his ear, Timmy nods.

“Well I am the same way. And just as my punishments are more severe, as your wife I can make my love known to you in far more intense, rewarding ways. I may let you play with and nurse at my fabulous breasts. I will surely school you in and allow you to provide me with endless cunnilingus. But above and beyond all this, I am going to constantly fuck you, day and night, in an extra-special mistress-slave way that will bond us irrevocably. This will become everything that you live for – if you ever want to live for anything besides the incredible honor of serving me that is.”

I move then. And with his terrified eye rolling like that of a pig in a slaughtering pen, Timmy follows my every movement as I swing off his body and crouch next to his stuffed-up, tightly harnessed face. Then shock and the greatest dose of terror yet make those red-rimmed, pretty blue eyes leap open wide as they suddenly recognize the big erect organ jutting up from my crotch.

Immediately I seize his ear and twist it, compelling his attention. His terrified gaze returns to my face.

“Yes, Timmy. As I undoubtedly wear the pants in this marriage, so to do I intend to wield the penis. That is my imperative as the dominant partner. So as you now have a big hard cock in your mouth, you will soon have another one pounding into your ass. Tonight and every day and night for the rest of my life I will be fucking both of your slutty little come-holes until you absolutely forget forever that there was ever any other kind of sex. And if for some reason I need to be penetrated myself, and I can’t locate a good enough extra-marital lover to cuckold you with, then I will fasten one of my dildos onto your chastity belt, right atop your impotent caged cock, and ride you that way until I’m finally satisfied. Just try to imagine that!

“Okay then. Aside from what is about to happen to you now, that is about as intimate as we are ever likely to get Timmy, lock or no lock, key or no key. So I want you now to concentrate desperately on enjoying being sissy-fucked. Learn to crave having your ass and mouth raped like it is life itself. I swear you will find no better, or indeed any other, sexual fulfillment for the rest of your existence. Please, worship my cock as you do the rest of me little Timmy. Now that I finally, formally own you, you literally have nothing else to look forward to.”

With that I move around behind him. And in an incredibly portentous and delightful harbinger, helplessly tied-up little Timmy spreads his legs out as wide as he can and up cocks his sexy little ass, signaling as clearly as possible his willingness to eagerly embrace his new and completely exclusive sex life.

He’s still terrified, I can tell that by the breath whistling through his nostrils, the goose-pimples marbling all his skin and the uncontrollable keening he keeps emitting. But he’s never been stupid. Clearly he realizes the stakes involved here just as easily as he did under punishment. He has one choice, which is actually no choice at all: he can find it within himself to enjoy submitting to me utterly, or he can be forced to submit to me anyway, and suffer terribly forever for his idiocy. Thankfully my smart, brilliant little boy has chosen wisely.

And so I kneel between his splayed-out legs, and align my long slim penis with his dutifully awaiting hole. I take a deep breath, tapping all the long, needy depths of my endless desire for this finally achieved minute. Then I grip Timmy by the back of his chastity belt for leverage, unleash an ungodly scream of affirmation and consummation, and finally plunge my long, limber, well-greased member all the way up into my new young lifelong slave’s oh-so reluctantly tight little back door.

Oh he squeals so wonderfully! Even choking on a thick cock in his throat, Timmy just squeals so outrageously loud. He squeals like the pitifully stuck little piggy that he is, as my long hard boner brutally enters his anus and then stabs smoothly, unstoppably, right up to the base in his bound, willingly offered-up body. Oh, how my delectable little Timmy just squeals out loud with unlimited agony (and I hope) ecstasy!

How could he possibly do anything else after all? This is sex, you virgin little slut-boy, sex in all of its painfully intense intimacy! True it hurts, but you need to learn to love that hurt! Embrace it as a most necessary ecstasy slave; make the pain and pleasure meld together! You will never ejaculate or even erect again, so accept this most outrageous apotheosis as the only outlet allowed to you now! Spread your legs out wider, raise your ass up higher, and learn to revel in the rhythmic, wickedly stabbing strokes of my raping, rampaging cock taking its pitiless pleasure from you! Oh how can anything possibly feel any better?

All this exhortation is just in my mind of course, as I finally, after all this time start properly fucking my chosen slut’s ass with all of my considerable energies. Oh how wonderful it is! Again and again and again and again I stab up into him, hauling back on his chastity belt and screaming with glee and ecstasy as the butt of my cock wonderfully pleasures my clitoris. Oh, I always knew was this was going to be heaven, and how right I was! And even though Timmy keeps squealing and sobbing piteously, he keeps lifting his ass up to me, opening himself to my every plunging cock-stroke. Oh what a wonderful consummation this is for both of us! Even though I rode his pitiful little penis both before and right after our wedding, it is this act that truly consecrates our union, this act that finally eradicates our mutual virginity. Humping and pumping, lunging and plunging, I violently fuck my submissive little sissy-slave husband’s wounded, sexy little ass for literally hours, through multiple multiple orgasms. Finally, when I’m thoroughly exhausted and cannot possibly fuck him any more tonight, I fall forward atop his bound body. Still buried balls-deep in his violated ass, my breasts pressed against his back and my hotly flushed cheek pressed against his teary wet one, I slip easily into an immensely satisfied sleep.