The story so far: Christopher, following a sheltered upbringing, was inducted into the sweet mysteries of sex by his lovely wife, Janice, on their wedding night. He now knows that sex consists of the woman beating her man until she achieves orgasm. Initially, Christopher’s penis got in the way of their love-making, but the application of a lockable medical device solved that problem. Their love life is therefore entirely normal. But now Janice has started trying to spice it up…
Sounds kind of kinky
On day, Janice suggested introducing bondage into their lovemaking. At first Christopher had protested. He had caught sight of one or two articles about this, and was sure that it went well beyond what normal people got up to in the bedroom.
“You’re such a prude” she had laughed, when he’d objected. “If it wasn’t for my making you try new things, we’d never do anything but the missionary position” (the ‘missionary position’, he’d learnt, was the proper term for their usual lovemaking position: she sitting on the edge of the bed, he draped over her lap having his bottom spanked). So he had consented, and soon found himself tied over a chair as Janice applied one of her ‘love toys’ to his bottom.
They immediately discovered a wonderful effect of bondage – that it could allow them to go further in their love-making than ever before. Previously, as Janice vigorously engaged in sexual intercourse – especially if she was using an implement to do so – Christopher would find himself unable to lie still, or to keep quiet. She was good at holding him in place, especially when he lay in the missionary position across her lap.
But there had been more than a few occasions on which Christopher had began howling and thrashing around under the blows, and although this behaviour did seem to excite Janice to approach her orgasm more quickly, it was not unknown for them to have to terminate the love-making before she had reached an orgasm, as Christopher involuntarily struggled free, or the noise seemed likely to annoy the neighbours.
Janice explained that breaking free like this was called ‘coming too soon’ – when the man reached a pain level under the spanking that he could no longer take, before the woman was fully satisfied. It made Christopher feel deeply ashamed, after all the effort Janice put into beating him, that he could not always hold on long enough for her to reach orgasm.
Bondage supplied the answer. When Christopher was securely fastened over a chair, or simply tied to a bed-post, there was obviously no danger at all of his scrambling away as Janice laid into him with the chosen implement of the day. The shrieking and howling could have become even more of a problem, but fortunately Janice decided, soon after they had started to experiment with bondage, to replace the ropes and cords they had been using with proper equipment. She sent off for a catalogue, and was delighted to find in it a selection of gags to control noise as well as straps to control movement. They tried a few, and soon selected a ball-gag that was able to stifle most of the shrieks.
With this in place, Janice could happily thrash away with whatever instrument she liked, with complete abandon, until fully satisfied. Sometimes she would even leave him secured between bouts of lovemaking, returning to the fray when rested and recovered from her own orgasm, and further applying the loving caresses of her whip (it was around this time that Janice had brought a riding crop into their lovemaking) to his already well-flogged bottom.
The gag allowed nothing to emerge but little moans and shrieks. On a weekend at a country hotel, however, they had become concerned that even this might be too much, as they had no desire whatever to be asked to leave for over-loud love-making. Janice had suggested a wadded-up bit of cloth, and Christopher had immediately produced his handkerchief. Janice, though, had been concerned that this might be too rough for his mouth, and had instead produced her own panties.
Her husband had begged her not to waste her own clothing just to make him comfortable, but his loving wife had insisted and he and soon found himself tied tightly down on the hotel bed, his wife’s balled-up panties firmly secured inside his mouth with a strap, very effectively suppressing the screams that would otherwise have disturbed the other hotel guests. That night had been almost a continuous session of love-making, and although Christopher found he could barely walk for days afterwards, the glow of sexual satisfaction on his wife’s face made it all worthwhile.
Since then, she had on several occasions insisted that he be gagged with her panties again – even though less expensive and personal alternatives existed – for old times’ sake, as she put it. Christopher had once bought a pack of panties so that he could take clean ones in his mouth (he hadn’t wanted to mention anything to his wife, out of embarrassment, but from the very first occasion he had been able to detect a distinct taste of pee, and more recently the stains had been visible and the taste pronounced), but she had laughed and said this would be wasteful and that it was better for her to wear the new ones, and to use old ones that had become stained beyond further use when gagging him for a bout of silent sex.
Christopher helps out at home
Early on, they had fixed upon Fridays as the regular weekly slot for love-making. Christopher often found movement difficult the next day, and after being asked a few times at work why he was wincing, they had agreed on this. Saturday was no day of rest, though. Janice was (as she put it) a proper little homemaker, and as Christopher was out at work most of the week, at the weekend the housework was his responsibility. Feeling relaxed and drained after the agony of the previous night’s orgasms, Janice loved to wake up to breakfast in bed on a Saturday morning, and it was the greatest of pleasures for Christopher – if he had been fully untied from the night before – to scurry downstairs and prepare it for her, before commencing his chores (cleaning the house from top to bottom).
When doing this, he wore a maid’s costume. He had protested when this had been produced, but Janice had patiently explained that the maid’s uniform, being designed to the purpose, was perfectly suited to doing housework. He had asked whether he could not wear overalls instead, but Janice had giggled and drawn him closer, before whispering that she might want quickly to bend him over and make love – perhaps with a paddle or a ruler – while he was engaged in the housework ‘to spice it up’.
Generally, Christopher found on a Saturday that he had had just about all the lovemaking that his poor bottom could stand, but he knew that her sexual drive was stronger than his and so of course he consented to her request. The costume stayed on all day, from the early-morning chores, through serving his wife her mid-morning coffee, right through to the inspection of his work (Janice was quite particular) and maid-service at Saturday dinner. He was taught to curtsey and call her “Mistress’ because, as Janice pointed out, if he was going to act as her maid, it would be such fun to do it properly.
Janice and Paula…
His friend had warned him to watch out for other men after his wife, so sexy and beautiful was she. In truth, Christopher had very little idea how he would react were any man seriously to make eyes at Janice. It put him in a flush of red jealously just to think of it. As it happened, though, the only time he had had any real suspicions had turned out to be a ludicrous misunderstanding – and not with a man, but with another woman! Janice had introduced him to Paula, with whom she had been at boarding school. The two ladies did everything together, and Paula frequently came round for the evening. On an early one of these occasions, she was still there at 11.30, and Janice had suggested that she might like to stay over.
“Ooooh yes – it can be just like a sleepover at school!” Paula had giggled.
“We used to cuddle up to one another in bed after lights-out” Janice explained happily to her husband.
“Just talking and joking, and sometimes tickling each other and so on. It would be lovely, just for old times sake….would you mind terribly sleeping in the spare room tonight, darling?”
And “darling” had done as he was asked, happy that his wife was reacquainting herself with old friends (and thrilled to be married to a lady with such a playful, girlish outlook on life).
Since then, Paula had stayed over more and more frequently. Friday nights were off-limits, of course, but otherwise Christopher found himself in the spare bedroom two or even three nights a week. Despite his best intentions, he found himself becoming jealous, and even felt an awful suspicion forming. Could the two of them be…well, might it be a bit more than girlish hi-jinks and ‘tickling’? They couldn’t be making love in there could they?
Hating himself for it, Christopher took to creeping out of his spare room and listening quietly at the door. This was mostly quite reassuring. He could hear lots of giggling and muffled little shrieks of glee. Nothing that sounded like the regular slapping sound of a hand on a bottom, or any of the other sounds he associated with a loving beating. He took himself back to his room and went to sleep, contentedly.
But over the next few weeks, he could not resist going back more and more frequently. In amongst the laughter, he thought on occasion he could hear Janice making some of the sounds of orgasm, and he could frequently hear Paula making noises that were rather different but…could they be her equivalent?
Of course, he was found out. Paula had opened the door, on her way downstairs to get a drink of water, and had shrieked at the sight of her friend’s husband jumping back in shock. Wordlessly, he had run back to his room, and sat on the bed, quaking in fear. It had not taken long for Janice to appear, the bondage gear in her hands. She had said almost nothing, just quietly instructed him to lie down and proceeded to secure him tightly to the bed, the ball-gag firmly in place. He knew very well that this had nothing to do with love-making, and this was confirmed the next morning when she appeared with a hairbrush in her hand and proceeded to spank him in the one place that they had discovered so early to be completely unrelated to any sexual pleasure – his testicles.
Later that day, when he had recovered, they talked. At first, Christopher could do nothing but apologise profusely, crying for forgiveness, while Janice was coldly furious and kept slapping the hairbrush against her palm meaningfully. But as Christopher confessed his fears, Janice slowly put the implement down and began to listen. She smiled, and stroked his cheek, and soon all of Christopher’s deepest fears and jealousy were pouring out. The conversation ended with him sobbing in her arms, as she patted him gently, murmuring “You silly, silly boy.”
When he had recovered enough to listen, Janice calmly explained how baseless his fears were. She described some of the little games she played with her old school friend – how they tickled each other, and tried to get the other to shriek with surprising little bites and nips. The loving couple talked and talked all morning, and in the end Janice decided that the best thing was for Christopher to see for himself. He begged her not to bother, explained frantically that he believed her, that his fears had been laid completely to rest. But she was implacable, determined that not the slightest hint of suspicion should taint their perfect marriage, and she went off to phone her friend.
Christopher learns the truth
Paula, it seemed, was still furious at the intrusion into her privacy, and it had taken Janice a while to calm her down. She insisted that he pay some penalty for his actions, and although mollified by the account of the hairbrush applied to his testicles, she obviously felt that more was required to reflect the seriousness of the situation. Janice had therefore had to agree that Christopher would receive a monthly dose on the same day for the next six months.
With Paula in a calmer state of mind, at this thought, she had introduced the idea of his observing their night games. This had immediately put Paula right back into a fit of fury, but Janice knew her friend well and was eventually able to talk her round. Finally, it was agreed, as long as Christopher was completely unable to move or speak throughout the entire thing, and as long as Paula herself could supervise a really firm application of the hairbrush to his testicles at the start of the night and again the next morning.
Furthermore, Janice promised that Christopher would clean Paula’s house every Sunday from now on, and that Paula herself would be permitted to apply the hairbrush, or just a firm knee, if anything were unsatisfactory. On this basis, Paula gave her consent.
It took Janice about ten days to obtain some additional items from her bondage catalogue, because she knew how concerned her friend was that the immobilization of her husband should be complete. She also bought an additional maid’s outfit, so that Christopher could be clean and smart on both days of the weekend. During this time, she went to Paula’s house whenever it was a sleepover night and so, of course, on the Sunday, did Christopher.
Paula seemed reluctant to really acknowledge his presence, and gave him his instructions rather impersonally as “The maid will do this”, “The maid will ensure that…” and so on. With the Sundays dedicated to housework as well (and, as they shortly agreed, a trip to Paula’s on the way home from work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, to do the washing-up), Christopher was now spending almost 25 hours a week in domestic service. But it was worth it, for his wife to keep her friendship with Paula, and her love for him, as he told himself.
The night finally came. Janice very carefully secured Christopher to the posts of the great four-poster bed in their room. He was tightly encased in a rubber suit, his mouth firmly gagged with just his eyes visible behind holes in his mask. The rubber suit had a hole for Christopher’s genitals to emerge, making him wonder once again whether other couples incorporated testicle-spanking in their normal lovemaking. It seemed hardly conceivable, the pain was so great. He thanked his lucky stars that his wife’s desires were so normal.
The hairbrush was produced, the penis-tube was lifted neatly to one side and Janice applied the implement vigorously to his dangling testicles, noting with satisfaction that not a squeak could be heard emerging from the tight gag. Then she nodded curtly, and went downstairs to join her friend.
A few hours later, they came up, both obviously a little tipsy and Paula especially so, perhaps Christopher thought, out of shyness at having their girlish games observed. Paula checked his bonds, and also gave him a few firm kicks, perhaps again to check out the effectiveness of the gag, as without it Christopher was not in the slightest doubt that he would scream for mercy. Satisfied, the two women started to remove one another’s clothes, slowly and with little giggles.
At first, Paula especially seemed understandably inhibited. But as she got into it, she perhaps forgot the looming presence of the tied-up man over the end of the bed, and concentrated on playing the tickling games. These were indeed, Christopher thought (with a great sense of guilt over his unfair suspicions) entirely innocent and non-sexual. For a start, Paula was naked in front of him as they bounced on the bed together, and he could see clearly that her white bottom had never felt a firm slap from a hand, let alone anything more directly sexual such as the strap or the cane.
Christopher felt tears welling up in his eyes yet again (he had cried twice already tonight, during his wife’s and Paula’s respective attention to his testicles) as he thought how her tools of lovemaking – excitingly visible hanging on the wall to the left of the bed, were reserved for him and for him alone.
What the two ladies got up to was in no way related to any of the techniques for sexual intercourse to which Janice had introduced him since that first time on the night of their wedding. There was no beating, no one was tied up, indeed there seemed to be no pain involved at all. Christopher settled himself to enjoy the sight of his wife and her friend playing their girlish games.
It was – as she had assured him all along – just tickling. Mostly, they tickled one another between the legs, although they also kissed one another a lot and stroked and tickled each other’s breasts. Later, the tickling took a surprising turn, as first Janice and then Paula wriggled down to place her head between the legs of her partner and tickled their wee-hole orally, mostly by licking with the tongue but occasionally also sucking and even gently biting between pursed lips.
Christopher felt relieved that Janice didn’t want to play such games with him, as it looked distinctly smelly. I’ll never complain about being gagged with stained panties again, he thought. The use of the mouth must have been particularly ticklish, as each lady rapidly found herself hysterical with gasping laughter quite soon after experiencing it. That must have been what I thought was an orgasm, Christopher thought to himself. And indeed, it did sound similar, so he chuckled inwardly at how foolish he had been.
Later in the night, the games took an even stranger turn, as the ladies produced a black rubber object, and proceeded to insert it into one another’s wee holes. Christopher wondered how they could possibly stand the feeling – it must tickle even more than the licking, he thought. But the ladies seemed not to mind too much, although they could barely control their gasping sobs of laughter as it moved smoothly in and out.
The activities ended with Janice kneeling above Paula’s face, in what seemed to be a competition for who could stand the tickling longest. Paula was using her tongue, while Janice was applying some kind of buzzing device between her friend’s legs. Both became almost hysterical with giggles, but eventually Janice seemed to win, as Paula struggled for mercy shrieking “Yes! Yes! Yes!”, and Janice rolled off and allowed her to recover.
After switching the light off, the two friends fell asleep in one another’s arms, and Christopher hung from aching wrists in the darkness, thinking once again how lucky he was to have a wife such as Janice.
To be continued…
