The Making of a Bitch

The Making of a Bitch – an interesting phrase and one that deserves clarification.

My wife and I have been married for thirty years now and, I guess like many couple sex had become rather mundane, mechanical to say the least. The fun had long gone. For a long time I have enjoyed the excitement of various BDSM sites and wanted to try some aspects for myself. After much debate and doubt I suggested to my wife that we might try one or two of the less demanding scenes which surprisingly she agreed to. Excited at the prospect I explained that I had been collecting a variety of “toys” that we could try, but first, in keeping with the recommendations in several books we wrote up our “fantasy list,” “willing to try list,” “out of the question list” this mainly consists of the use of drugs, piercing, cutting, no scat and very sadly no pony play; not forgetting the use of a “safe word”. In addition to the “toys” I had ordered a couple of costumes, Victorian Maids uniform and a Victorian style ladies costume. The scenarios written we embarked on some excellent fun and sex. This was not confined to the bedroom but also when we went away, trying where possible to use Edwardian style hotels for added atmosphere.

Once we felt comfortable with our scenes I expanded the wardrobe to include a school girl costume and a Puritan dress. In addition we tried a couple of “asylum” scenes which went very well.

With this all going well I tried to get my wife to “take charge” but she didn’t feel comfortable with this although we did have a one session that resulted in several bruises to my buttocks, well it was my birthday! Eventually we agreed to revisit our lists to see what worked, what didn’t and importantly what we enjoyed the most. Role / cosplay became our main activity and working through the series of scenarios was extremely enjoyable. However there was one aspect that I wanted to develop and that was chastity play and orgasm denial. I purchased a steel CB3000 and we agreed to try out a scene, which meant that my wife would have to take the lead. I wrote out a brief outline of how it should start but leaving the progression in her hands. My only real insistence was that she should wear a Victorian style satin skirt, open crotch satin bloomers, stocking and a corset, I gave her free reign of the toy box and went out for a couple of hours enabling her too prepare. On my return I found a note on the kitchen table telling me to undress and go up to the “play room” sit on the chair with my hands behind my back and wait. I was not to turn round or speak until instructed. Having taken my seat I could feel the excitement rising, there was a rustle of material as she entered the room, without thinking I turned my head in the direction of the door only to receive a shark stinging blow with either a cane or riding crop across my shoulders. Once I had returned to face the front I felt the handcuffs on my wrists, once my wife was sure I was secure she walked in front of me, slowly raising her skirt to show the pink satin bloomers; as she did this she inserted her fingers to show that she was excited, removing them she made me lick them clean. Once finished she walked behind me again and placed a blindfold across my eyes, taking hold of the handcuffs she guided me to a kneeling position, once kneeling she removed the handcuffs and told me to keep my hands on the chair; she then took each wrist and slid over the arm of our straight jacket. Once all the buckles had been secured she helped me stand and then directed me towards the bed; turning me round she told me to sit down and swing my legs round, once accomplished she took my head and guided me to a laying position. Once comfortable I felt the bed move as she climbed on and moved up my body towards my head. I felt the skirt go over my head and the soft feel of the satin as she moved forward in line with my mouth. Once in position I ran my tongue up and down her slit and clit, then working it in and out. Sucking and rubbing her clit she soon came; when she had recovered she climbed off and I felt her mouth around my dick, the excitement was so much that I almost came there and then but she stopped and said, “Not yet, there is more to come”. I knew this would be a fun evening until I heard a familiar buzzing sound, I thought that she had brought one of the vibrators but I soon felt my pubic hair being shaved, when I tried tell her to stop she quickly hit my dick with her hand, the blow was enough to make me draw for breath whilst she continued. Once completed I felt a tightening around my scrotum and then the cage of the CB3000 pushed over my now limp dick, next it was locked in place. I could feel her tugging at the device as she ran her finger over my scrotum, naturally my dick started to swell but not for long, the chastity cage prevented any real expansion. When my dick was as hard as it could get she made me stand and face the bed then bend forward, not very easy whilst wearing a straight jacket. Thick cushions had been placed on the bed so I was standing at right angles to the bed, as she pushed me forward I felt pressure on my anus. This was a new part of our games and not one we had really explored, the pressure increased until I felt a thick rubber object fill my rectum. When this was in place I felt her skirt over my back as she moved towards the dildo, I felt her rhythm increase, moving the dildo in and out until she came again. As she lay across my back I started to shout at her, “You fucking bitch, get off me” laughing she pushed the dildo in harder as she pulled my head back with my hair. “You wanted a new game, well this is it, my rules now and as for a “fucking bitch” you may be right but from now you are my bitch” I wasn’t sure that I was ready to play along with this but she added, “If you don’t want to play we can go back to vanilla sex, not dressing up, no toys, not so much fun”. I had always wanted to try this but didn’t think that she would carry it through, now I wasn’t sure that I would enjoy it. “Well, what is it to be, this or back to the way we were?” What could I do except agree, it looked like I was going to be her bitch after all.