Chapter One

Bathtub Torment

I’m lying on our bed, reading and watching TV, when my wife walks in.

“Strip, Slut-boy! Drop that book and kill the tube. I’m going to do you.”

With a complex yet familiar shiver of fear, lust, humiliation and anticipation I immediately rise to comply. While I do so, she steps into the wardrobe to change. Three minutes later, as I stand naked by the bed (except for my chastity belt, which I am incapable of removing) she emerges transformed.

Always incredibly beautiful and unbearably sexy, she’s now unsettlingly intimidating as well. Her waist-length raven hair is pulled back into a severe ponytail, emphasizing her high cheekbones and haughty expression. Her proud, generous breasts are thrust up even higher than usual by her black leather corset, and her strong arms and long legs are three-quarters covered by tight black gauntlets and stiletto-heeled boots. She carries a long coil of quarter-inch rope in one gloved hand and a riding crop in the other. But by far the scariest thing about her is her giant cock.

My wife is completely uninterested in conventional sex. This I learned to my dismay on our wedding night. Rather than eradicating my virginity in the unimaginable heaven of her vagina, I soon instead found myself locked into a chastity belt, then tightly bound and brutally buggered by a strap-on dildo. Whenever I tried to assert myself in the slightest, I had my bare ass whipped with my own belt until I cried, sniveled, appeased, and finally promised to obey my new Mistress in everything.

So here it is five years later, and I’m still a virgin. Mistress has accumulated any number of her own penises, of wide and varied shape, size, material and design, some for use on herself, but most for exercising her outrageous marital rights upon me. The one she’s chosen for tonight’s wicked fun is as black as the rest of her outfit, over two inches thick and twelve full inches long.

“Turn around and face the bed, you fucking slut!”

Meekly I immediately reply and comply. “Yes, my beloved Mistress.”

Right away she begins to tie me up. My wrists are bound together behind my back, and then to the back of my chastity belt. Next my elbows are pressed together and likewise bound. Long years of bondage have made me limber enough for this, and the fact that my musculature is rather underdeveloped helps as well. The rest of the rope is then wrapped all a