Emma had caught out her husband Alan, by finding a box of condoms in his jeans pocket as she was getting them ready for the washing machine.
The box of three had one of the silver packets missing, showing he had used at least one of them.
As they were trying for baby, there was no reason at all for the offending product to be in his possession.
They had been married for four years and decided now was a good time to start a family. They were both 26 years of age and wanted children while they were young enough to enjoy them.
Alan had promised that it was his one and only time of unfaithfulness. It had happened at an overnight conference when the drink had flowed and the temptation was just too good. He promised he regretted it with all his heart, especially as trying for a baby gave him all the sex he could ever want with Emma.
So, she had given him a choice.
One: She could get a good divorce lawyer and take him for as much money as she could.
Two: He would give total control of his life to her, and that meant TOTAL.
Because he had chosen option two, they were now on their way to see Mistress Jezebel, a Dominatrix who would show Emma exactly how to take control of Alan. They were both feeling very nervous, but for very different reasons: Emma was excited about being completely in control, and Alan was dreading what lay in store for him.
They parked in the car park opposite the row of Victorian terraced houses and walked to the end house, thinking this was not what they imagined a Dominatrix’s chambers would be like. As instructed, they went to the back door and knocked, a metallic click told them it had unlocked, and Emma pushed the door open and walked in. Alan followed very hesitantly. They found themselves in a small anteroom with just a table and one chair.
The inner door opened and Mistress Jezebel stepped in. Emma had already chatted to her on WhatsApp to explain what she wanted and Jezebel had said she would be more than happy to help Emma take control of her erring husband.
At the sight of Mistress Jezebel Alan felt a stirring in his cock as she looked stunning. Dressed in a black basque, black French knickers, black hold-up stockings, all topped off with very high-heeled black leather ankle boots. With her jet black hair she look every inch the dominant Mistress she was. Although probably in her mid-forties, Alan thought she looked much younger because her body was perfectly toned with not an ounce of fat anywhere to be seen.
“So,” said Jezebel. “This despicable object here has betrayed his gorgeous wife, has he?”
“I am afraid so, Mistress Jezebel," said Emma.
“Oh, please, Emma, you can call me Jez, after all, you are not the one being punished here.”
At the word punished Alan’s eyes shot wide with alarm, a reaction not missed by Jez.
“Oh, you should be frightened, you insignificant little useless grub. You are going to really suffer for your indiscretion!
Now, none of my subs are allowed into my chamber unless they are totally naked, so you have 2 minutes to undress.”
With that Jez took hold of a riding crop from the table saying, “One second after 2 minutes I'll start to hit you with this on your miserable little cock.”
Alan quickly undressed with mere seconds to spare. He tried to hide his genitals with his hand, which got him a painful rap on his knuckles.
“When in my presence, if your hands are free, they will be by your sides at all times, you will NOT try to cover yourself. Is that clear?”
“Err, yes,” said Alan hesitantly.
Another almighty hit on his thighs brought a load yelp from his lips.
“When you address me you little turd, you call me Mistress every time, is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress," replied Alan, not wanting another slap from the riding crop.
“Good. Now, before we go, a few ground rules, if I may, Emma.”
Emma nodded her head for Jez to proceed.
Jez continued. “Before we go in, I will fit a collar round your neck, it is to remind you that from now on, you are no better than a dog. You will do whatever Mistress Emma or I tell you. You will not speak unless requested to and will answer just yes or no whenever possible.”
“Finally, this is your last chance to back out. If you do, Emma will contact the divorce lawyer tomorrow. Do you consent to everything that will now happen here or at home?”
Alan had already decided he would do anything to keep Emma, so he said, “Yes, Mistress.”
As agreed between the two women, Emma had stood behind Alan and taken a video on her phone of his acceptance to stop him from going back on his word.
Mistress Jezebel opened the door, and they went into the chamber.
It totally betrayed the serene look of the house on the outside; gone was the Victorian splendour of a home built to satisfy the well-to-do and replaced by an area set out for the implementation of torture and pain.
It was about 100 feet by 60 feet in size, a huge open area laid out for easy access to all the furniture, but not furniture built for comfortable seating or lying on, but instead, for holding people in place or position for the purpose of inflicting discomfort and pain.
The light grey painted stone walls held so many implements that it was hard to take them all in and work out what exactly they did. From the white-painted 9-foot-high ceiling hung chains, ropes, and leather straps, some of which could be pulled up or let down with winches. The floor was dark grey ceramic tiles, probably easier to clean, Emma thought, shuddering at what substances might end up there.
“I always think,” began Jez, talking to Emma, “that if I blindfold the sub, it makes the punishment more severe if they can’t see what I am about to do to them.”
“Oh yes, I like that idea,” chuckled Emma with a little clap of her hands.
At that, Jez took a thick black cotton blindfold from a drawer and fastened it tightly over Alan’s eyes, checking that he could see nothing at all.
She then took his hand and led him to the large St. Andrews Cross fastened to the far wall. Made him stand with his back to it and fastened his wrists and ankles to the straps on the four corners, followed by a strap tied tightly across his stomach.
The previous excitement his cock showed signs of having had now completely vanished as he began to wonder what would happen next.
That very soon became apparent when Mistress Jezebel came to him with two nipple clamps in her hand with a chain attached. He yelped loudly as the first one bit into his nipple, then just as quickly, his other nipple suffered the same fate, bringing another yelp from him.
“Be quiet, you pathetic little squirt, I haven’t even started properly yet.”
Just as the pain was settling down to just a dull ache, Jez put a large weight on the chain, pulling on his nipples. He yelped again. When she added a second weight, he actually yelled.
“That’s it!” Mistress Jezebel shrieked. “I have had enough of your noise.”
She went to a cupboard and came back with a gag, but it was no ordinary gag, this one had what looked like a small cock sticking out from the part that went in the mouth. She instructed Alan to open his mouth, but he was reluctant to obey until she tugged on the chain, and as he yelled, quickly inserted it into his mouth before fastening it behind his neck.
She then turned to Emma and explained that the small dildo in his mouth held his tongue in place, which stopped him from making any more noise.
Bringing another object over to show Emma, she said, “this is a spiked cock ring and is used to teach self control.”
It was a steel ring hinged so it could be opened, and it had sharp spikes on the inside. When closed, it was held shut by a small padlock.
“This is put on the cock before it gets hard and fastened with the padlock. Then the sub has his cock played with or stimulated to try and make him hard. As his cock gets thicker the spikes bite in giving an excruciating painful erection. If he can control himself, he is only uncomfortable wearing it.
"Sometimes the blindfold is removed, and he is made to watch a sexual encounter between two people here, right in front of him. Not many subs can beat the cock ring. Shall we try it on him?”
Emma looked at the evil-looking device, thinking of his magnificent manhood being tortured by it. Then thought it would be a good way to teach him some self-control and agreed.
The device was attached to his flaccid organ, and as the padlock was snapped in place, he gave a low grunt as the spikes gently bit into him. He now stood there attached to the cross with nipple clamps and weights biting into his nipples and a heavy metal ring biting into his dick. He was feeling very, very uncomfortable at best and aching with it. Jez took Emma over by the door away from the cross and whispered to her about the next step. How would they make him hard? Play with his cock or let him watch something? Emma thought both would work, but decided to let Mistress Jezebel choose.
“What type of porn gets Alan turned on,” she asked.
“Well, most do the job, depending on what the subject is and the people involved,” Emma answered.
“Does he get turned on by girl-on-girl scenes? Because that gives me an idea whereby we can get him excited, he will see you getting revenge on him, and we can have some fun too.”
“Oh he sure does,” laughed Emma. “When we are watching a film on television and a lesbian scene comes on, his pants very quickly have a tent in them. He laps it up. As soon as the film ends, he doesn’t even wait to get into the bedroom. He gets me naked and fucks me rigid right in front of the TV on the floor, at least twice before we even wash up the evening meal dishes.”
“That’s great.” Said Jez. “Because I have a very cheeky idea if you are up for it.”
“Tell me,” Emma asked curiously.
Jez looked Emma in the eye and said, “Have you ever had sex with another female?”
“At university, my roommate and I messed about a bit, why do you ask?”
“I am very bi-sexual, I like women just as much as men, in fact you could say I prefer a woman to a man most of the time. The minute you walked in, I wanted you, and my mind has been constantly trying to find a way to have you. How do you feel about me? I promise you an unforgettable experience because even though I say it myself, I am very good at what I do.”
“So,” added Jez, “do you want us to put on a performance that will have Alan watching even though he will be in agony?”
“Yes, let’s do it,” Emma said with a mischievous grin.
So the two of them fetched the bed from the far side of the room and placed it about 5 feet from Alan.
Mistress Jezebel took off his blindfold, and when he had adjusted his eyes to having vision again, spoke to him.
“We are going to put on a little show for you. Your gag will stay because there will be no need to speak. It is a test to see if you have any self-control. If you have, there will be no extra pain, but if you fail, you will feel the consequences,” Mistress Jezebel explained.
Jez stood in front of Emma and asked her to unzip her basque, taking it off slowly in front of Alan, who quickly took in the sight of her magnificent, firm breasts with hard, erect nipples. His cock twitched but not enough for the spikes to dig in. Jez then unzipped and removed Emma’s dress, leaving her in just her half-cup black bra, black lacy panties, and black hold-ups.
The women then kissed with open mouths and tongues entangled. Jez unhooked Emma’s bra and bent down to pull her panties off. Emma got the message and removed Jez’s French knickers. After kissing each other’s breasts and sucking the nipples they lay on the bed and started to feel each other all over with hands and then lips kissing everywhere. All this time, low groaning noises were coming from Alan. Emma snatched a quick look at his cock to see it starting to grow, also his face was turning red and he was sweating profusely.
Jez got Emma to lie on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor and her legs open. She then knelt between her legs and started to gently kiss her labia with circular strokes of her tongue until she felt Emma getting more and more wet then she sucked the lips into her mouth and tongued them while they were in there.
Emma was squealing because she had never ever had her pussy eaten this passionately before. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better Jez took her now exposed clit between her lips and sucked on it while placing two fingers inside her vagina. This was just too much and she exploded with an orgasm she had never in her life experienced before.
To a background noise of Alan trying to pull himself away from the cross and failing badly, his now fully hard cock being obviously spiked by the ring causing intense pain, she lay back on the bed exhausted.
After a few minutes to get her breath back she decided it was only fair to give Jez the same treatment and told her to lay down in exactly the same way. Emma knelt between her legs and started to lick her beautifully smooth tight pussy. It seemed to come naturally to her as she worked her tongue into the slit after sucking her labia. She must have been doing something right as Jez started to get wetter and the taste was lovely, a slightly creamy salty flavour that Emma was quite enjoying.
The pain Alan was suffering must be excruciating now, she thought, because he was as hard as she had ever seen him.
“Get some self-control, Alan,” she thought with a smirk on her face.
A gush of liquid into her face told her she had made Jez cum and she crawled up the bed to kiss Jez fully on the lips before snuggling down with her to rest.
After taking a break with a glass of wine, Emma and Jez then decided a bit of 69 was called for, much to the obvious distress of poor Alan, who now was bitterly regretting the drunken fling that really hadn’t been that great.
The pain in his cock was there constantly and it never let up despite him trying to make himself go soft again by not looking at the two bodies writhing on the bed. He could not resist the urge to keep looking to his wife being eaten out by another gorgeous woman. The 69 went on for ages kissing and licking and sucking taking forever to make them cum again, but eventually they did and when both of them had no energy left they curled and hugged each other for quite a while.
Eventually Jez got up and said it was time to take off the cock ring and see what the damage was. Taking the key she unlocked the padlock and opened the ring to reveal a semi flaccid dick covered in little pin pricks some of which had bled slightly. She produced some baby wipes and cleaned his cock.
Taking a stainless steel chastity cage out of a drawer she showed Emma how to attach it to his cock and balls and then gave her the key. The box it had come in was also offered as it contained all the instructions on how to use the cage and how to keep it clean.
“It is your choice now how you use it to keep him in control,” said Jez.
Emma took the box and thanked Jez for everything, asking how much the fee was.
“Because we two had such a fantastic time together, no charge. Just promise to come back very soon for another session.”She said with a mischievous wink.
“We, or maybe just I, will,” she answered.
With that they left with the collar still on Alan’s neck and the chastity cage firmly locked over his cock.
“Right, let’s get you home and set some new ground rules,” said Emma, climbing into the car.
There is more to follow as they get home, and Alan faces his new life.
