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Obedient: It Hurts So Good
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

Husband likes to be sexually dominated by his wife and 
encourages her to new heights. (Fdom/M, huml, fetish, 
bd)

***

When I first started to telling my wife about my needs 
she obliged me as a kind of favor. But as time passed 
she became aware how useful my needs might be to her 
and became more enthusiastic about obliging them. She 
has suggested that I write about some of our times 
together. 

The following is not literally true however most of the 
material is taken from real incidents. At least once a 
month my wife tells me not to make any plans for the 
weekend. This is to let me know that she has plans for 
me.

For instance last weekend I came home to find her 
dressed in a manner guaranteed to get me aroused. She 
was wearing her 5" high shiny black leather heels over 
black fishnet pantyhose. Her body was encased in a 
cinched corset over which she wore a cute little mini 
skirt. Her breasts were bare. She was loosely holding a 
riding crop I had bought her for these weekends.

I couldn't help but blush with excitement, as she 
smiled and whispered to me "Get prepared!" 

Getting prepared is a ritual in which I bind myself 
while she watches and instructs. I am always required 
to bind my genitals and this weekend was no different. 
First I strip naked and with a fairly thin nylon rope I 
tightly circle my waist; then run the line between my 
legs from front to back and on each side of my 
genitals. Starting at the base of my now throbbing 
member I tightly wind the rope around my shaft from the 
root to the tip. 

My wife insists on neatness. The wrap must be 
consistently tight and even. If it displeases her in 
any way she has me undo it and start again. When I 
approach the head of my penis I loosely warp the rope 
underneath the anchor cord running between my legs and 
back around the top part of my shaft. 

I leave perhaps 2 or 3 inches of slack. I then warp the 
remaining line around the cord running from the head of 
my penis to the cord on my stomach tightening the loop 
just under the head. The effect is to anchor my tightly 
bound throbbing prick an inch or two in front of my 
body.

At this point she asked me to kiss her. My excitement 
is contagious to her. I could smell her body warming as 
I kissed and nuzzled her neck. Her breathing became 
shallow. Making out with her like this is a kind of 
torture in itself since as I become more excited the 
ropes bite a little harder. Knowing I can't consummate 
my lust only seems to heighten it.

After some time she said, "Stop now. I want you in your 
high collar, wrist and ankles manacles." The high 
collar is a leather fetter I built for myself made of 
the double layer of thickest cow hide I could find. It 
is highest at the back of the neck (about 7 inches) and 
tapers as necessary near the adamsapple at the throat. 
Sandwiched in between is a reinforcing flexible steel 
sheet. 

The effect is to hold my head high; I am unable to turn 
my head when I am wearing this collar. The collar locks 
in back with two padlocks. The manacles are standard 
fair. Between my hands my wife ordered me to lock a one 
foot chain and between my ankles a mere 6 inches.

"Don't you look nice, love," she teased as I finished 
locking the collar around my neck. For a moment she 
simply gazed at my helpless body. I never know what to 
do with my hands when I'm bound like this. The slack 
the chain affords is not long enough to allow me to let 
them hang naturally by my sides. 

Besides the chain always seems to get caught in the 
rope binding my prick. Holding them up seems sort of 
foolish too. I stood nervously before her acutely aware 
of my wife's smiling eyes. "Turn around now honey."

I did as she asked. When I faced her again I felt an 
incredible urge to make love to her. She toyed with the 
key to the padlocks. She wore them on a thin silver 
chain which hung between her gorgeous breasts.

"Well, you are suitably dressed for a weekend of 
slavery and there is plenty around here for you to do. 
Why don't you start by making a fire," she directed. 
She picked up a book from the side table and began to 
read. Of course chained as I was I could only manage 
the smallest of steps. I moved myself over to the wood 
basket. All the wood was gone.

"I'm afraid there isn't enough wood here to make a 
fire," I told her. 

"Well I'm sure there's more in the shed," she stated 
without looking up from her book. 

"You don't really expect me to go outside like this to 
get more wood do you?"

Here voice became a little chillier, "I expect you to 
build me a fire now and without delay. Don't make me 
ask you again." She picked up the crop stepped over to 
me a delivered three sharp blows to my ass. "Get 
going!" 

We have developed an understanding about pain. I don't 
really find it stimulating. My wife likes it. Our 
understanding is that it is only used when I displease 
her in some way. The way she looks at it I regulate the 
amount of pain I received by how obedient I am. I 
immediately shuffled toward the back door with the wood 
basket. 

I am fortunate that we live in a suburban area outside 
of the city and that it was already dark out. As I made 
my way toward the shed I could see Mrs. Rosiere in her 
kitchen at her sink. The next door neighbor's dog gave 
me quite a start when it started barking at the shadow 
lurking back toward the house. The fire was soon made.

"Clean the bathroom now." She was still reading and I 
was hoping she might be interested in something else. 
"Be thorough. The medicine cabinet is disgusting. I 
want those shelves cleaned. Polish the porcelain and 
wash the floor. I may take a bath later." She looked up 
at me. 

I stood before her in obvious discomfort. 

After a few moments she said, "Ok, you may speak with 
impunity now. What's going on?"

I flushed, "I-I'm so turned on baby. Can't we huh..."

She cut me off. "When I'm ready. I'm not interested 
now." 

I stammered, "W-well don't you think I could be a 
little more productive if I wasn't quite so restricted. 
This collar is a bit much and couldn't I have a little 
more slack in these chains." 

"Don't worry love. I'll motivate you." She picked up 
her crop. "Look. You didn't have to do this. When you 
came home you could've said 'not tonight honey'. But 
instead you locked yourself in my chains. Now I own 
you. You don't get any say unless I allow it. When we 
first started this game I didn't really know what to 
think. Now I like it. I don't have to do any chores I 
don't want to. I love that. And you do too! 

"Right now I want the bathroom spotless. I don't want 
you to speak unless spoken to. You'll address me a 
'Princess' this weekend. You will obey me without 
hesitation from this time forward or suffer the 
consequences. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Princess." 

"If you do as you're told I might later give you what 
you so obviously want," she teased looking toward my 
bound swollen member. "Right now I want a spotless 
bathroom. When your finished come back down and I'll 
tell you what to do next. Now get busy and thank me for 
it."

"Yes Princess, Thank you Princess," I replied and made 
my way toward the stairs.

The chain between my ankles was not long enough for me 
to step from one stair to the next. I had to brace 
myself on the stair with my hands while I hopped up 
each step with my feet together. I emptied the medicine 
cabinet and scrubbed it down. I had years of 
accumulated crusted medicines on the shelves and on the 
back. I then got to work on the sink bath and toilet. 

My wife is very particular about the porcelain. She 
likes it to be cleaned first with a bathroom cleaner 
like Comet but then she likes me to rinse the abrasive 
stuff off the surfaces very carefully. This required at 
least two full "rinses" after the initial scrubbing. 
She likes me to do the floor tile on hands and knees 
rather then with a mop. 

My wife says I do a better job that way. She also 
teases that it brings out the 'slave' in me. As I 
finish up the final tiles I feel how tired my body is 
already yet I am somehow oddly refreshed. I've spent 
over an hour and a half on the bathroom. I return to my 
wife still sitting on the sofa, dressed to kill.

"Clean up the bedroom now while I take my bath. Change 
the sheets and vacuum under the bed. You may as well 
start a laundry." 

"Yes Princess." As I went about my task I could hear my 
love in the bathroom running the water and luxuriating 
in the tub while I as quickly as I could did has she 
had asked. Moving the laundry and vacuum up and down 
the stairs is one of the most tedious chores. 

When I had finished the room my wife was again reading 
by the fire. 

"Put another log on the fire and get me a glass of 
rose." 

"Yes Princess." I stoked the fire and brought her, her 
wine. 

She looked me over enjoying my obvious desire for her. 
"I would like my manicure now," she said. 

I knew nothing about manicures before I met my wife. 
She has taught me so much about many new things. "Yes 
Princess," and I went to retrieve the manicure set as 
she switched on the TV.

As my lover watched the news I kneeling before her 
trimmed buffed and polished her nails. Touching her 
hands as her bound servant thrilled me beyond 
description. I was absolutely turned on but was not 
permitted to do anything about it. "Turn off these 
lights now and kneel here beside me." 

I did as I was told. She unlocked my hands and turned 
me around locking them together behind me. Then we 
began to kiss. She whispered, "I love you like this." 
She sat up in front of me with her legs to either side 
of my kneeling body. "Don't touch me with your prick," 
she commanded. Her hands roamed across my body. 

My mind raced. 

She fondled my balls. "You may kiss my breasts now," 
she breathed. With her hands on the back of my neck she 
gently guided my face across the breasts I hungrily 
licked and sucked. Her gentle breathing turned into a 
soft moan. My prick was ready to explode. 

After what seemed an eternity she said, "Smell what 
your doing to me." She then stood up and lifted her 
taffeta mini shirt. The fish net shocking she wore had 
a convenient hole around her pussy. She wore no 
panties. Her aroma was obvious. I deeply breathed in 
her intoxicating scent. I so much wanted to fuck her.

She sat down and shifted her pelvis up to the edge of 
the sofa. "You may now touch the tip of you prick again 
my body. Do not touch my body with those ropes. With my 
tongue in her mouth I gingerly pushed my prick toward 
the hole. I felt the dampness of her warm lips touch 
the exposed head of my cock. "Push it in just a little, 
but be careful not to go too far." 

I gently pushed forward and felt her lips gently grab 
just the tip of my cock. "No more... oh you feel so 
good... whatever you do don't come. In fact stop 
moving." She then began to fondle her own breasts. "Why 
don't you tell me how you feel," she whispered. 

"I love you my darling," I started. "I feel so lucky to 
have found you. I'm so turned on. I just want to push 
myself inside you. I love expressing how much I love 
you by serving you in any way you wish." 

I began to tell her I would do anything if she would 
let me come inside her gently pushing in and out the 
head of my swollen member. Her breathing increased. I 
felt out of control as I pushed further inside her 
coaxed on by her breathing. Clearly the ropes were 
touching her pussy but she didn't seem to mind. It was 
all I could do to prevent myself from coming.

After a few minutes of this she interrupted me and 
asked gently, "What did I ask you to do about moving?" 

The blood drained from my face. "You asked me not to 
move or touch you with my ropes," I admitted. 

"But while you're telling me you would do anything for 
my favors you disobeyed me on both counts. What am I to 
do with you?" she smiled wickedly. "I think you need 
some time to meditate on your disobedience." She 
reached over to pick up a three foot long pole with 
large eyelets at either end. "Do not speak until I give 
explicit permission. Do you understand?" 

I nodded yes as best I could in the collar. She then 
removed the chain which ran between my ankles and 
locked one end of the pole and my ankles together. 
After having me kneel up off the backs of my legs she 
attached the other end to one of locks on my high 
collar. I could barely move. She also attached another 
chain to my bounds hands and pulled them up high in my 
back attaching the other end to the collar I pleaded 
with my eyes but she ignored me smiling at my 
predicament.

She pulled her skirt up exposing her sweet pussy again 
and fondled herself while looking me over. "Your prick 
certainly does get you in a lot of trouble" she 
commented nestling her fingers inside her gentle 
rubbing her love button. "No use having your trouble 
interrupt my pleasure." 

Her breathing became hard now. With her lubricated hand 
she brushed the tip of my prick. I squirmed begging 
with my eyes for release. "You a quite the sexy sight." 
Her body was rising now as she confided, "I'm very 
close lover." 

I fought helplessly against the pole and the chains. 
Her eyes gleamed as the first wave hit her. "Oh God I 
love you." Her face flushed but she kept her eyes open 
as her body shuttered. Looking directly into my eyes 
she calmly stated, "I'm coming right now." Her hand was 
wet. 

After a few moments her body went limp and she leaned 
back into the sofa. I was lost with desire. After a few 
minutes she sat up. "Christ that was great. I'll bet 
you're wishing you had a little more self control."

She got up and went to the kitchen returning with 
another glass of wine. "Ok sweetheart I want you over 
there in the corner. Move it." She picked up her whip. 
I could barely move yet I began to turn around and 
inching my knees forward move in the direction where 
she had pointed to. 

What was she doing? 

Without warning she struck me from behind. I yelped but 
somehow managed to move faster. My knees were hurting. 
I tried to look back at her but I couldn't with that 
damn collar on. She struck again. Christ ok I thought 
to myself, I'm moving as fast as I can. She brought 
over a pillow and dropped on the floor in the corner of 
the room as a pad for my knees. 

"Face the corner, darling. I want you to meditate on 
obedience. You have to learn that when you're in my 
collar you will obey me completely. You are to remain 
quiet without squirming here until I say different." 

My knees were burning. "You may answer me now." 

I faced the corner. "Thank you Princess... Couldn't I 
just say I'm sorry?" 

"Well. Are you?" 

"Oh God yes. I am very sorry. I am sorry that I 
couldn't control my desire for you. It wasn't 
deliberate disobedience I promise you. Oh Please 
Princess I was just so excited I really couldn't help 
myself." 

"Well we'll see if that something we can't correct. 
Maybe you can learn to control yourself. Why don't you 
think on that while you're here in the corner? That was 
very exciting for me. Are you still excited?" 

"Oh Yes Princess I am." 

"Too bad. I'm finished with you for now. Maybe later if 
you're good." 

"Oh come on." 

"I'm now bored with your protests." 

"Yes Princess. How long Princess?" 

"We'll see."

She turned on the TV. I stared at the wall. She watched 
a couple of sitcoms then the some nature show on 
channel 2. For while I didn't know what she was doing. 
Then I could hear she was reading a book. Come on I've 
been good, I thought to myself. After a few minutes I 
passed the time counting the pages. When I'm bound for 
a long period of time I make up little mind games to 
pass the time. However these thoughts are interrupted 
by my remembering the situation I'm in which, even 
while suffering, never fails to make me hard. 

I counted 41 page flips before I heard her stand up and 
go upstairs. My knees were killing me even with the 
pillow and my back was aching from my being forced into 
this unnatural posture. And my shoulder and neck were 
sore from the collar and the strain of having my arms 
pulled high up my back. Still I was incredibly turned 
on. I was at her complete mercy. I knew that if I spoke 
I would only get it worse. I was not allowed to move. 
She came back downstairs, did something in the kitchen 
and then returned to her book. 

How long did she think I could stand this? Another 10 
page flips. "Turn around," she ordered. I did. "My 
goodness you're still hard. You never cease to amaze 
me. I must say you're very easy to please. Do you think 
you can do better now at doing exactly as I tell you." 

"Yes Princess," My voice was shaking. 

"I think you can too," she cooed. "In a moment I'm 
going to let you go. You'll put your chains away and go 
upstairs and wash yourself meticulously. Then I want 
you to get ready for bed. You have a big day tomorrow. 
The floors need waxing and its time to clean the oven 
again. All my shoes need polishing and there's a ton of 
laundry. Don't forget to do my underwear by hand this 
time." 

"No Princess. I won't forget."

"You'll need your rest. I want you in night collar and 
cuffs. Ankles too. Leave the key on the night table. 
Understand?" 

"Yes Princess." I was on the edge on tears. 

"Night collar and cuffs," means I lock a relatively 
thin collar with 6 inch connecting chains to cuffs 
locked around my wrists. My wife likes to be sure I 
don't touch myself at night while allowing me the 
possibility of sleep. She says it keeps me motivated. 
She then came over to me and unlocked my hands. She 
handed me the key. I did exactly as I was told. You may 
wonder why. 

I have to tell you that I feel very loved when my wife 
indulges my unusual needs and it excites me even more 
knowing that she gets something from it. I was very 
tired and was sound asleep when she came to bed.

END

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