My Big Mistake Pt 01 1

I've always known I was a submissive. I've always caved when my friends suggested things I didn't want to do but really didn't think about it much. After I was older and had more free time I found a site I could list myself as a submissive and talk with other people, some dominant some submissive and explore that side of me. I've always been careful about keeping everything private but kept feeling myself being pulled further and further in to my submissive side. Being very much heterosexual I don't know why but some of the male dominants made me feel so inferior and I felt an excitement doing as they said and imagining myself in front of him.

At 55 I am in good shape, I keep busy fixing up on the house, bicycling, and walking. 6'2" tall with short blond grey hair. My wife, Debbie was younger at 48 and very attractive. She is 5'3" and a little more curvaceous but still as sexy as when we met. We have a pretty normal, conservative life. We are both quiet and reserved, both preferring to avoid confrontation.

I decided to take a weeks vacation to get some things done around the house and of course to relax and unwind. Monday morning I got my wife off to work and turned on the computer. I logged in to see if I had any messages on a fetish personals site.

Lately I've been messaging with a Master Alex from Texas. I figured from that distance there's no chance of him knowing me. I'm not bisexual, but he is so confident and made me feel so inferior. It was a mix of feelings. Humiliation, regret, excitement, scared. I felt so disgusted with myself afterward but couldn't stop doing what he said and kept looking for more. I saw that he was on and messaged him.

It started out slowly this time with him having me strip as we messaged each other, sitting naked as he asked all the intimate questions about my life, my fantasies, my wife. He loved knowing I was married and asked me all about her to humiliate me. What she looked like, how old she was, how she kissed, how she was in bed. He had me send some pictures of us together by the end of the first day. I figured there is no chance of him knowing us so I obliged. He told me I wasn't allowed sex with her without permission and I eagerly agreed.

The next morning I signed on hoping to see something from him but nothing. I wrote him and watched throughout the day hoping for a message. In the early afternoon he sent me a one word message simply strip. I did and wrote back that I was naked. He wrote back to send a picture of me naked. I wrote back that I wasn't comfortable doing that. He simply wrote "waiting". I spent the next hour waiting for more but no messages came. Finally I couldn't stand it and sent the picture of me naked.

He wrote back "Good boy. Get your wife's panties and bras then send me a picture of them all". I did. He picked out the set he liked best and had me put them on and send that picture. I did. He Replied "Good boy". I said "Thank you Sir".

He wrote me back to get on google chat and send him a message giving me his contact info. Without thinking I did as I quickly as I could with the account using my real first name. He Asked, "is this Chris your real name?" I said, "Yes Sir, it is".

He said, "Good, do not lie to me again. Your wife's real name?"

"Debbie Sir," I said.

"Good boy, send me pictures of her right now!" I did. He told me how lovely her lips are and said, "Slave, you may not kiss her on the lips again without my permission." "Yes Sir," was all I could say. We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing every intimate detail of my wife he wanted as I sat in only her panties and bra. I felt so humiliated discussing her like this with another man.

He asked, "Are you my slave?"

It took me a minute to think, but replied, "Yes sir, I'm your slave."

He told me to put on pants and a sweatshirt but keep the panties and bra on. He told me to keep the chat open and to respond right away.

My wife got home about 5 and we started making dinner. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. He asked what we ere doing and I told him. "Take her picture right now!" I did and sent it to him, her in her skirt and blouse. A few more of her eating, then watching TV. Later I had to send several of her in her pajamas. Then some of her sleeping. I could hardly sleep.

The next morning he messaged again for an immediate picture. She was getting ready for work in only her panties and bra and I begged not to send the picture. He said, "You're my slave, do as your told slave!" I sent the picture of her and immediately regretted it. He said, "Good boy. Now more of her getting dressed." I Said, "Yes Sir". He told me to message him when my wife left. I felt so terrible having betrayed my wife like that. All I could think about was how this stranger now had our real names and pictures of us. Thankfully he's in Texas.

I messaged him as soon as her car left the driveway. He had me log onto a different chat site so we could video chat on. I made a logon profile and logged on. He had me turn on my video and microphone. on his end I could hear him but he didn't turn his video on. He had me put the phone propped on the desk so he could see me and made me strip completely. It felt so much more humiliating with me being watched on video.

"What are you?" he asked.

"Your slave Sir," I replied.

"And what do slaves have?" He asked.

"Nothing Sir," I replied.

"Am I more important than your wife?" he asked.

I know I should say no but I couldn't disappoint him. "Yes Sir," I said.

"Good boy, he said. I don't know why but I felt so proud.

He had me show him my home on the video chat. First the den I was in, Next the living room. In the kitchen I had to get a wooden spoon and kneel on the floor, the phone positioned so he could see me. I was told to start hitting my thighs. First the left, counting to 20. Starting over when he felt it wasn't hard enough. Then the left thigh. Then 10 on my penis, starting over after 9 because he felt it wasn't hard enough. He told me to put the wooden spoon on the island then continue the tour.

With my thighs and penis burning I went next to the bathroom, then my bedroom, then my daughter' bedroom. On to the lower level first the family room down there then the unfinished part of the basement. He saw some parachute cord.

I had to tie the cord tight around my scrotum then wrap it tight 20 times squeezing my testicles painfully then tying it tight leaving two feet of it hanging down. He had me pull hard on it to make sure it wouldn't come loose. He said, "Go into the kitchen now and show me the refrigerator."

I showed him the refrigerator and he told me to take the gallon milk jug and tie it to the cord hanging down so it's afoot off the floor. I tied it tight - the pain was terrible. he had me put my phone on the counter so he could see all of me as well as the island. He had me swing the milk back and forth and I could hear his laughter. He told me to jerk off onto the Island. It took no time at all and I came. He had me lick my cum from the Island and to thank him. "Thank you Sir," I said. He said to put the milk back.

He told me he was leaving but I needed to stay naked until my wife got home and then just shorts and t-shirt. He said to leave google chat open and send me pictures of my wife every hour and he better see tits and cunt. He said, "You're my slave now. you will do whatever I say involving your wife. If I want her you will do anything you're told to make it happen!"

A very weak "Yes Sir," was all I could say.

I spent the next hour trying to figure out how to get out of this. I got a video message from him showing me telling him all about my being his slave and I knew I had no choice.

After dinner I set my phone in the bedroom while my wife changed into her bathing suit catching her posing in the mirror. She went into the pool as I went in to check my phone. There were several pictures of her showing everything. I loaded them into the chat on google. I thought about it for several minutes but knowing I have no choice, I hit send then went to join my wife in the pool. Knowing he is in Texas made it thrilling and exciting but not really dangerous in my mind.

When we came in from swimming I checked my phone. He said, "You're wife's pictures got me very hard. I'll be glad when he can use slave's mouth for relief." All I could say was, "Yes Sir." I was told to make sure I have pictures of my wife dressing in the morning and to send them as soon as she leaves.

As soon as her car left the driveway I sent him the pictures of her dressing. He told me he expected pictures of her every night, most will be naked. I told him she was leaving town for a few days so I couldn't do so. He asked me how many days. "She wont be home until Saturday afternoon Sir," I said.

"Get on video now!" he said. I turned on my camera and put it down so he could see me. He told me to strip and I did. He said, "Since your wife is gone you will stay naked unless I tell you differently, understand?"

"Yes Sir," was all I could reply.

"Get a cup of hot coffee slave then kneel in front of me slave," he said.

I made the coffee and kneeled in front of the camera.

"Dip your cock in the coffee."

I put just the tip in and it was so hot I pulled out immediately.

"All the way in and leave it in slave!" he ordered.

It was so hot it felt like it was on fire. I begged him to let me pull it out. After what seemed an eternity he let me. My penis was very red and hurting.

"Now your balls slave!" He said menacingly. I did so knowing I had no choice. "Good boy," he said. He told me to drink the coffee. He ordered, "Turn around and face the wall. Stay kneeling there. I have some things to get ready but if I look I better see you there."

After about two hours I heard him say turn around. I faced the camera. He said, "Go get a pair of panties, pantyhose, jeans and a t shirt!" I got up to gather what I was told and returned.

"Put on the panties slave." he said. I pulled them up my legs and waited. Then he ordered, "Now the pantyhose." I pulled the pantyhose on. They were very tight and I could barely get them on.

"You're going on an errand slave. Do you know where the Airport Adult Store is?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I replied.

"Good. You will go there, tell them your name, and hand them your credit card. They have a package for you and you will do exactly as told," he ordered.

I walked out to my car and started on my errand. when I got to the store I sat in my car afraid to go in but finally got the courage. I walked in and was shocked to see a woman at the counter. She was about 50, about 5'5" tall and 350 pounds. I told her my name and gave her my credit card. She told me give her my jeans, t shirt, and shoes. I thought about it but knew I had no choice so I did as I was told. She laughed at me in the panties and pantyhose then rang up my credit card for 5000 dollars and had me sign.

She had a large pair of women's heels and put them on me. They were tight but she was able to force them on. Next she cuffed my hands behind me and put a collar and leash around my neck. Next came a ring gag holding my mouth open wide. I heard two locks close at the back of my head. She pulled down the pantyhose and panties and sprayed something cold on my penis and balls then put a chastity device on me. She pulled the panties and pantyhose up. Next a blindfold was put on me and I was led into a different room. She said, "Stand here without moving."

It seemed like forever standing there wrists bound wearing only pantyhose, panties, heels and the collar and leash.

I heard the door open and a footsteps approaching. "Hello slave," my owner's familiar voice said. "I'll bring him back to thank you when he's trained."

"Sounds good," she said. "His wallet, keys, and phone are in the bag."

I was led outside and then pushed into what felt like the back of a truck. I felt the engine start and we were moving. My mind started racing knowing I was now his prisoner and no one will know for at least Friday when my wife gets home.