Curious about Submission

Tom and Janet were adventuresome and curious. They were thrill seekers who often wrote articles about their adventures for niche magazines. They had tried many things in their ten years of marriage. They'd sky-dived, scuba-dived, climbed mountains, done marathons, been to Australia and the Sahara Desert. Being sexually adventuresome, they'd been exhibitionists and had been to swing parties.

As they read about different, unusual activities, they were curious about the world of BDS&M. They wondered what it would be like to be submissive to someone. After some discussions, they asked people from their swinger acquaintances and got the names of a few people who seemed to be known as having expertise in the unusual practices.

After checking a few references, they decided to meet with a couple who hosted bondage events in their home, Ivan and Tasha. They'd met Ivan and Tasha at one of the parties and even though they hadn't done anything with them, they liked them. Tom and Janet arranged to visit one evening, saying they were interested in finding out about BDS&M.

Their intention was to just talk about it, but not do anything until they'd thought about it.

They found Ivan and Tasha's home. It was on a small farm in the countryside, conveniently remote from any adjacent houses. They arrived at eight in the evening on Friday and joined Ivan on the deck of the home. Tasha was preparing some snacks and drinks while they got to know each other better.

Tom and Janet told of their adventures doing risky and adventuresome things and indicated that they might like to try some bondage and discipline.

Ivan asked, "Are you really willing to be submissive to someone after all you've done? You don't seem like the type."

Janet said, "That's why we'd like to try it. It would be so different from the other things we've done."

Tom agreed. "We enjoy taking risks and when we got into the swinging scene, we found we enjoyed some of the things where we were not in control."

Janet said, "One time, I was tied up and two women used a vibrator on me. They brought me to an orgasm, then kept going, forcing me to keep coming. I couldn't stop. Tom liked watching."

Tom added, "Seeing her be taken by other men tapped a submissive element in my psyche."

"He has a cuckold fetish." His wife added, laughing.

They talked a bit more about their experiences and Ivan told of some of the parties they'd had.

Tasha said, "We've had a number of couples who come here for the experience and put themselves at our mercy. Usually, we keep them for a day."

Janet asked, "Do they pay?"

"Sometimes. If we take movies we can post and make money, we often don't charge." She added, "Videos of newbies are always popular. They don't know what to expect and don't know their limits."

They drank some wine and Tasha passed around a joint. After an hour of conversation, they were all quite mellow.

Tom brought them back to the primary topic and Ivan explained some of the things they did. Janet and Tom listened.

Ivan said, "The thing is, are you ready to give up control to someone else?"

Tom and Janet nodded.

Tasha said, "I'm not sure I believe you."

Tom and Janet were unsure how to convince her of their true interest.

Ivan decided to test them. He said to Janet, "Take off your blouse."

She knew the objective was to test her obedience, so she didn't dare question the instruction. She stood and pulled her blouse over her head. She was wearing a white frilly bra over her C-cup breasts. Without further hesitation, she reached behind her and undid her bra, setting it on a chair with her blouse. Her dark pink nipples were erect. She sensed excitement in her loins. Someone directing her to do something sexual was arousing.

Tom watched, silently. He was also aroused, seeing his wife obediently obey Ivan's command to strip.

Tasha instructed him. "Tom. Take off your pants, shoes and socks."

Tom stood and did as he was told. He unbuckled his belt and undid the buttons and the zipper. He pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. He sat on the chair and completely removed his pants, shoes and socks. He stood, his semi-hard dick bobbing in front of him, revealing the state of his arousal.

Janet was struck by her husband being obedient to someone else. It wasn't his normal personality. He seemed willing to follow Tasha's instructions and his cock was hard.

Tasha handed Tom two devices that looked like clothes pins. "Put these on your wife's nipples."

He complied, looking in to his wife's eyes and seeing her concurrence. The clamps hurt, bringing tears to her eyes, but she felt the heat in her crotch.

Tasha instructed Janet to "Suck your husband's cock for a photo that will be put on the internet."

Janet went to her knees and put her lips around her husband's cock. She sucked him while Janet recorded them.

Ivan gave her some handcuffs. "Strip him and put these on him, behind his back."

Janet pulled her husband's shirt over his head and applied the cuffs. He stood uncomfortably, naked with his hard dick bouncing in front of him. He was embarrassed, but also very aroused.

Then Tasha gave her clamps that she put on Tom's nipples. He winced with pain as they pinched his tiny raisins.

"Squeeze his balls until he tells you to stop." Ivan instructed.

Looking into his eyes, Janet put her hand around her husband's testicles and squeezed. She smiled, enjoying inflicting the pain on her man. He had always been the strong, brave one. With his nuts in her hand, she was in control. Tom liked being under his wife's control while he winced at the pain. He wondered if she would actually hurt him. He endured. She didn't stop until he said, "Enough." Janet released her grip.

They regained their composure, standing together with clamps on their nipples. Tom was nude with his hands behind his back while Janet was just topless.

Ivan told her, "Lead him over to the edge of the porch. There are neighbors who watch us and can see him naked. Have him stand there where others can see him. Rub his cock, make sure he is good and hard."

She did. Tom was feeling embarrassment and also excitement at the possibility of others seeing him nude in public.

Ivan moved a long, padded bench over near Tom and instructed Janet to lay on it. Put your neck at the bottom of the bench so your head hangs off the end. She did as she was asked. Tasha wrapped a strap around Janet's hips, tying her to the bench, then put cuffs on Janet's wrists behind her back and under the bench.

Then Ivan directed Tom to, "Put your cock in her mouth and shove it into her throat."

He told Janet to "Put your saliva all over his cock to lubricate it so it can go down your throat."

She did, slobbering over his meat as he dangled it over her face.

"Now fuck her mouth."

Tom did. They'd done fellatio many times before and Janet knew how to deep-throat.

"Slide you cock in her gullet and hold it there."

Tom did. He pressed his dick into his wife's mouth. When the tip reached her gullet, he pushed a bit more to enter her throat. He continued, moving in and out and finally seeing her throat expand as his cock went down her esophagus. Janet wanted to take her husband's cock in her hands but her hands were cuffed under the bench. Tasha tied straps around Janet's chest and legs so she could not move.

Tom plunged his cock into his wife's' mouth. He saw the distress as he held it there. She couldn't breathe. Having Janet helpless was strangely erotic to both of them.

"Choke her with your cock until she passes out." Ivan directed.

Tom couldn't do it, but when he moved his hips back to release the pressure on his wife's throat, he was met with a whack from a rattan cane on my ass. The strike caused him to push his cock further into his wife's helpless throat. She was gagging for breath. Tom pulled away and Janet gasped for air.

"Do it again." Ivan commanded.

Tom realized that he perversely liked it. He shoved his cock in his wife's throat, seeing her bound to the bench with clamps on her nipples. It was decadently erotic.

Janet liked it too. She was totally submissive to her husband's lust. He could fuck her throat and choke her if he wished. She was helpless.

Tom held his cock in her bulging throat. It was a very different feeling. She couldn't breathe until he pulled his cock. She gasped like a fish out of water, desperate for air.

Ivan asked Tom, "May I fuck your wife's throat?"

Tom obediently nodded.

When Ivan dropped his pants, he revealed a massive boner, longer and bigger than Tom's modest prick. Janet gasped when she saw it and dreaded having it rammed into her throat.

Tasha directed Tom to "Get his cock wet, so it will slide down your wife's throat easier."

Tom had never sucked a cock and never wanted to. He was ready to say enough and leave, but something lured him to continue. His cock was hard at the prospect of having to suck another man's dick and to surrender his wife to him.

On his knees, Tom slurped over the cock, spitting his saliva over the big dick. Ivan insisted on putting it in Tom's mouth. He held the back of Tom's head and pumped his dick, pressing it against Tom's gullet and causing his to gag.

"You need to learn to suck cocks like your wife does. Watch me fuck her mouth."

Ivan positioned himself at Janet's mouth. There still were tears in her eyes from her experience with her husband's penis. She willingly opened her mouth and accepted the biggest cock she had ever seen. Ivan took his time, sliding his dick back and forth, getting her gullet open and accustomed to his size. His cock entered Janet's throat. Tom watched his wife's neck swell as another man's prick invaded her esophagus. It seemed to be half-way down her neck.

The prick went deeper and Janet began to gag. Ivan didn't stop, he shoved his cock farther until his balls pressed against Janet's chin. Her face registered distress and Ivan pulled out. She gasped for breath and then he rammed his cock into her throat again. Her neck bulged obscenely from the big cock. He held himself there, emptying himself directly into Janet's stomach. When he pulled off, the remnants of his semen dribbled into her mouth.

While she recovered from almost being asphyxiated, Tasha finished stripping Janet, pulling her slacks down her legs along with her panties. She put a small pillow under her ass and retied her ankles under the bench and tied together. Her naked pussy was presented invitingly on top of the bench. They gave her a drink to soothe her abused throat. She couldn't talk.

They had a smaller padded bench for Tom. They tied him face down with his chin propped at one end of the bench. The bench only extended to his waist, so his knees were on the ground with his ass exposed and his testicles dangling beneath the bench. He was positioned beside his wife, so they both could see what was happening with the other. A strap wrapped around his waist, binding him to the bench. His knees were pulled forward and tied together under the bench with another strap. His entire male anatomy was lewdly exposed a few feet from his wife's face.

Whap! Janet was surprised when something smacked against her exposed pussy. He vulva was spread open and the little swatter stung. It was a fly swatter and it snapped against her sensitive genitals again. Tasha was going the swatting. Janet yelped at the pain. Tasha swatted her once more.

Then Tasha moved to Tom and swatted his dangling balls. He yelped.

She told him, "I'm going to keep slapping your balls until you tell me to stop and then I'm going to move to your wife and smack her pussy until it's raw."

Whack! Whack! Whack! Tom moaned in pain. He was faced with a dilemma. He was the man, protector of his wife. If he asked Tasha to stop, she would torture his wife. Whack! Whack! He moaned. His dangling balls and his dick were completely vulnerable.

Janet spoke up in her hoarse voice, "Smack my pussy. I liked it." She was trying to save her husband.

Tasha moved over to Janet. "Good girl." Whack! The swatter slapped against Janet's unprotected cunt. Tasha saw the juices oozing out of Janet's crotch. Her pussy was spread open. She didn't shave and her crotch was covered with a copious patch of pubic hair.

Ivan was back and had a ice-cold pitcher of water. He put it under Tom and raised it so Tom's dick and balls were immersed in the freezing liquid. Tom moaned as his poor cock took more abuse. The ice water relieved the stinging sensation from the fly swatter, then turned to agony as his dick began to freeze.

Ivan said, "I heard of guys being tortured by the Russians. They'd soak a prisoner's dick and leave it exposed at subzero temperatures. Can you imagine having frost bite on your cock. They'd have to amputate, of course. Sometimes, they'd break it off like an icicle."

He thankfully pulled the pitcher away, leaving Tom's shriveled prick to recover.

Tasha was back with Janet. She had a vibrator and was stimulating Janet's clitoris. Janet was strapped down and unable to move. The vibrator was stimulating her pussy and she felt her juices begin to flow. The vibrator invaded her vagina, swirling around her inner cavern. Every bit of her anatomy was on display. Ivan took a photo for posterity as Janet began to come. She shouted in her hoarse voice and moaned as waves of raw passion swept over her. She realized that she was enjoying being held captive and tortured with pain and arousal. Her cunt began to squirt, in little bursts, pouring her female fluids onto the bench. She gasped and came in a very different orgasm.

While Janet was recovering, Tasha moved to Tom. His ass was sticking up invitingly. She showed him that she had a strap-on that looked like it would fit nicely in his virgin asshole. He was tempted to say no and end the session, but his wife had endured her treatment, so he bravely awaited his fate. After being unable to endure the swats on his balls and the ice water, he was determined to be brave and accept the next iteration of his humiliation.

Tasha had plenty of lubricant, squirting a tube into Tom's anus.

Then Ivan said, "Let's have Janet do him. He fucks her all the time, let her do him."

They helped Janet up from her bench and secured the strap-on dildo around her hips. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, so she could not direct the tip of the fake cock to the right place. She poked around, using her hips to position the thing. Finally, she got the tip in his tiny anus and pushed forward, invading him. He winced from the pain. She pushed.

Janet looked at her husband's naked dark hole and remembered how he enjoyed doing anal with her, despite her reluctance. The tip slid into him. Tom groaned at the huge phallus skewering him.

He groaned and wanting to be brave said, "Come on honey. Fuck my asshole. Put it all the way inside me."

She did. The rubber cock slowly disappeared into her husband's rectum. She would push it in and then slide it back a bit, slowly going deeper into his ass. A feeling of dominance encouraged her to continue. She was amazed watching his tight asshole consume the fat dildo. It moved in and out, shiny with the lubricant from inside him. He gritted his teeth as his wife had her way with him.

Janet said to her husband, "How do you like me fucking you in the ass? I can do anything I want to you. Do you liked this big cock up your ass?"

He groaned, admitting to himself that he liked it. His wife was dominating him, using his for her pleasure.

"Fuck him until he comes." Ivan directed.

Tasha pushed the button and the dildo in Tom's ass began to vibrate. The base end of the vibrator was close to Janet's clit. When she pushed the cock into her husband, the humming base pressed into her slit and sent a sensation through her body. The more she fucked her husband's ass, the better it felt.

She talked to him, "Come on honey, come. Think of the big bull with his cock in your ass. You should see how big your asshole is going to be."

Then, it hit her. She began to come, overwhelmed buy the decadent sensations. Her pussy was dripping. She didn't even notice Tom jerking as his cock spurted without anyone touching it. He had gotten off being ass-fucked.

Ivan said to him. "You like it, don't you? Now that you know what it's like, you can look for studs to use you for their pleasure. I'll let my friends know."

They rested for just a few moments, before moving on to the next experience. Janet was stood up and stretched with her wrists over a beam on the awning over the porch, conveniently at the right height to make her stand on her toes. A ball-gag was put in her mouth and tied in place. She was gloriously nude. Tom thought she looked beautiful like that. Her tits and her pussy highlighting the curves of her female frame. Her naked ass was inviting and received the first sting of the cane. Whack! Then again with a stinging motion. Whack! Red welts appeared on her creamy white ass. Whack! Another red mark was added to her ass. She moaned, hurting, but enjoying it. Her husband was watching helplessly as his wife was being tortured. Whack!

Then, Tasha used the fly swatter on her breasts. With the nipple clamps still in place, the swat hurt even more. Janet couldn't speak with the gag in her mouth. She was supremely vulnerable. The swatter hit her breasts again. Then the cane hit her back, whack! Janet moaned in pain and pleasure as she was being dominated.

Ivan moved to the front and snapped the cane against her thighs. She tried to twist to avoid the blow, but was helpless.

Tom thought she was hanging exquisitely. He asked if he could participate and they freed him.

He nuzzled his wife's neck and kissed her between her breasts. He removed the nipple clamps and her tits ached.

"Do you want me to take a turn?" he asked her.

She moaned and shook her head affirmatively. She wanted him to give her pain mixed with pleasure.

He stood behind her and snapped the cane against her sore ass, adding another red strip to her naked flesh. He did another.

Then he lifted her leg, grabbing her by the thigh and using the swatter, gave her a sharp smack on her pussy. Janet groaned and tears welled up in exquisite torture. She hung there naked for a while. There were tears in her eyes. She hurt when she had been caned. Hanging naked and helpless was arousing her. Everything they did seemed to touch her inner desires.

They finally took her down. She collapsed into a chair, exhausted from her ordeal, wondering what was next.

Tom was taken in hand and tied back on the bench where Janet had been. He was face up, his wrists bound under the bench with straps around his chest and waist. His feet were on the ground, his tortured dick flopped against his hip.

Janet said she had to pee and they had the perfect way for her to do it. They led her over to her husband who had just caned her and swatted her sensitive, vulnerable pussy. Janet straddled her husband's head.

"You smacked that thing on my cunt. Now my cunt has something for you."

She unleashed her urine.

"Open your mouth." she insisted. He did, and the piss poured all over him, wetting his face, his hair and his chest. She said, "Take a good look at this pussy, because it's going to be a long time until you see it again." She squatted and finished with the last drops of her piss dribbling onto his nose and mouth. She rubbed her cunt over his face.

She noticed that his dick was hard and she taunted him, "You're quite a man, aren't you, getting a hard-on when a girl pisses on your face."

Janet was constrained again, lying beside her husband, head to tail. She was on the bench where Tom had been. Her head was on the bench, but the bench stopped at her back. With her feet on the ground, her pussy was available for the next round.