"So, do you like what you see?"
I blinked several times, and squinted my eyes in the dim light as she pulled the blindfold off my face. It took a few moments to focus after being in the dark for more than an hour while being the subject of her many ministrations.
"Yes, Mistress," I garbled in reply as best I could through the red ball gag tightly locked deep in my mouth.
I could only see her reflection in the long mirror on the back of her closet door as she stood behind me; I couldn't turn my head around. She had laid me down on my chest, bound hand and foot to the four corners of a footstool, my knees just touching the ground. I was naked of course, with a wide, stiff, black leather collar encircling my neck, closed tightly with a padlock. Similar padlocks were used to lock the black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, securing them to small lengths of chain bolted to the bottom corners of the footstool. As I continued my gaze into the mirror, I picked out the salacious details of what I saw before me.
With her hands on her hips, she stood erect and defiant with feet shoulder-width apart in her glossy black stiletto high heels. Something about her luscious long legs just drove me wild. Her sinuous curved calves, encased in her black fishnet stocking, rose gracefully, stretching on forever until her sculpted thighs met up with her black patent leather corseted torso. Her waist, whittled into a timeless hourglass shape by the corset, was topped by her gorgeous cream white breasts that literally overflowed over the top of her undergarment. She wore menacing-looking dark purple eye shadow and liner, and the glossiest of red lipsticks under her short black wet-look hairstyle. Her makeup looked intimidating. But what really frightened the shit out of me was what was hanging from her hips. And what the fuck was she holding in her hand?
Hanging down right above her shaved pussy in a black leather harness was a shiny thick black dildo; it must have been nine inches in length. With a bulbous head and veined surface, only its color defied its realism. My own cock was nowhere close to half its girth or length. With every small motion of her body it swung to and fro, as if beckoning to me that it was coming my way soon, to penetrate and fuck my asshole in any manner and forever long as she wanted. Seeing her behind me reflected in the mirror, I had no means to object or abstain as I was helplessly bound in-place by chains.
But the bigger fear, perhaps the more painful truth, was what she held in her hand. With a looping leather thong around her wrist, she gripped a foot-long black leather-wrapped handle with her fingers and thumb. From the end of the handle came two dozen black latex strands, each one-quarter inch wide, one-eighth inch thick and each about 18 inches long. In the proper hands, this custom rubber flogger was designed to sting flesh, and to sting rather harshly. She exuded such a foreboding and ominous smile that I had no doubt about her ability to apply the flogger as it was intended. And while the footstool was not an expensive, purpose-built spanking bench, I was stretched and fastened securely such that my bare ass and back were perfectly exposed, and I could barely move my limbs an inch.
Shit.
How the fuck did I get to the point of having a gorgeous sex goddess staring at me in a mirror, while being helplessly bound and on the verge of being beaten and raped in the ass?
Date Night!
At least once a month my wife and I reserve a Date Night for ourselves to do whatever we think will keep us, or bring us closer together. Sometimes it's simply dinner out or a movie. Oftentimes it doesn't have anything to do with sex. This time it did.
While having sex one evening I brought out a flogger to play with and one thing led to another and I wound up submitting to her and she thrashed my ass a few strokes. It was amazing how it made me so hard and hot in such a short period of time. In particular I was really turned on when I actually watched the reflection her flogging me in the bedroom mirror. Over the course of a few weeks we constructed a Date Night scenario incorporating these elements.
Her story: I began texting him daily at work the week prior to Date Night. Short, dirty, texts. Telling him what a slut he was. That I owned his ass, and how I was going to enjoy shoving a huge dick up his asshole, and there was nothing he could do to stop me. I asked how many strikes from the flogger he thought he could take? I told him I would flog his sorry ass until it turned crimson red; that he would have to watch me do it in the mirror, hitting so hard he wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. I taunted him. I teased him. I asked him what I should do when he starts to cry from the pain. You will cry, I said. All this to torment his mind.
But it wasn't just his mind I was messing with. I told him that by Date Night he was to schedule a "Boyzillion," i.e., a Brazillian wax job for men removing his genital and ass hair so he would be smooth and pretty for me. On the morning of Date Night before he left for work he was to also administer an enema to himself. I wanted him clean on the inside when I pegged him that evening; no solids for lunch either. And my last instruction before he left for his commute was to insert the new stainless-steel butt plug I bought for him. The heft and movement in his ass would be a continual reminder throughout his day of who was now in control of his destiny.
Just before his arrival home that evening I was very busily preparing the bedroom. I left a blindfold and chastity cage for him downstairs in the front hall, and texted him instructions to strip off all his clothes when he entered the house. Then, after putting on the chastity cage (minus the lock which I would add later), he was to put on the blindfold. Finally, he was to put his arms up against the wall and lean forward while spreading his legs. All in our front hall, and then wait for me for his inspection.
I was finishing my makeup when I heard the front door close. I still had plenty to do and if he had to wait a while so much the better. I came down the back stairs and walked in from the kitchen so he could hear my heels on the hard floor as I approached. His naked body leaned away from the wall like a prisoner and his blindfolded head swiveled as I came near, straining to perceive what he could not see. When I got close I unleashed a full swing of my riding crop on his bare ass and he yelped, jumping a foot high.
"Welcome home, slut."
I proceeded to prod his naked body with the riding crop, spreading his arms or legs "just so" to "inspect" him. I would TAP-TAP-TAP-THWACK his nipples with the crop, simply because I could. However, I used my hands and my sharp fingernails to inspect his newly waxed balls and ass... so amazingly smooth AND sensitive...pinching here, probing there, scratching everywhere, he squirmed underneath my wandering grasp like a puppy.
