I have been the slave of my wife for over a decade. Our relationship, in BDSM terms, started out light to begin with. But, over the years, our activities have become stronger. I have gone from spanking and clothes pegs on the nipples to whipping, temporary piercing of my nipples, hot wax, and other painful things. But, recently, we have reached my limit, and I have found myself using my safe word more and more often. It is something which has annoyed Jean – my wife – as I know that she wants to go further, from sane, safe and consensual into real torture. She has really become a sadist over the years, and I know that such things turn her on. She has tried videos of cock torture, but has started to claim that the domme is not harsh enough on the submissive. We don’t watch soft videos, but ones of needles through the actual testicles, that sort of stuff. The fact that my wife is turned on by such extreme stuff is scary. But it is also sexy in a way, knowing that my wife is capable of inflicting far more pain than I actually suffer.
Well, for my wife’s fortieth birthday I decided for a big leap. I told her that, for her birthday, for one day only I would get rid of my safe word, and that she could gag me and do whatever she wanted to me, with no restrictions. It was scary to say that, but it was also a turn on, as I had no idea just what she would do, with complete freedom. I saw her eyes light up, but she would not say what she had planned.
I should say that we are now independently wealthy, following a large win on the Euromillions. We have both retired from our former occupations, although we did not do so until the Covid lockdowns. But it had seemed to be a sign. Since then, we have converted a spare room into a sound-proofed play room, with every contrivance you could desire, many of which have been used to inflict pain on my body, and many which have not. We have mediaeval equipment, including a stocks and a rack. I have yet to be tested on the rack. So far that is just for show. The same with a thing called a ball butcher, which is a type of wooden ball-crusher, but with little spikes, which, if used, would be forced into the flattened testicles. I feared that might get to be used on me on my wife’s birthday. But if that was the case, then so be it.
Anyway, the date of my wife’s birthday came. I made her breakfast in bed, and waited to see when she would take me to the play room. But she seemed to be in no rush to torture me, now that she had the freedom to do so.
Early in the afternoon our doorbell rang. My wife’s face lit up. She had me go to the play room, and strip off, while she went to answer the door.
The playroom, as I have said, is soundproofed, so once I was in there I couldn’t hear my wife talk to our visitor. A few minutes later my wife entered the playroom, accompanied by a blonde woman of around 5’ 6” tall. The woman’s hair was short and spiky, and her body was muscular, although she did have large breasts. She was wearing a leather skirt and jacket, and had leather, thigh-high boots, as well.
“This is Mistress Kayleigh.” my wife said. “She is my birthday present to myself. She will dominate you while I watch. When I’m dominating you I don’t get to pleasure myself as much as I would like. So Kayleigh is going to be tormenting you while I watch, so that I can really enjoy myself.”
My penis liked the sound of that, and it began to get hard.
“First of all,” my wife said “I have decided that you are going to sign a slave contract before we get started. One day is not enough for what I have planned for us. I want a life without restrictions. You can sign the contract or get out.”
Jean produced a piece of paper, while the sexy blond domme watched. By now I was sporting an erection, which tends to skew my thinking. She gave me a pen. But the paper was folded, so that I could only see the bit which I was supposed to sign. My wife raised her eyebrows quizzically, daring me to sign, without seeing what I was in for. I sighed, but signed, guessing that I was entering a new level of permanent submission and pain. It was only after I signed that Jean allowed me to see the rest of the contract:
Contract of Willingness to Submit to Torture and Permanent Slavery
I hereby submit, of my own free will, to be the permanent slave of Mistress Jean.
I am aware that this contract is valid until she decides to release me and that I have no rights whatsoever to end this contract without my Mistress agreeing to it.
I accept, unconditionally, that I will never be released by Mistress Jean, and that I will be kept in bondage when not in use. I accept that, when we play, she may do anything which she desires, no matter how painful. This includes, but is not limited to, branding, bull-whipping, cigarette torture, testicle piercing, electrical torture and more. My body belongs to mistress, and she has the right to remove any body part should I misbehave, up to and including castration, penectomy, removal of fingers and blinding. Such punishments will only occur should I misbehave. I accept that I will be turned into a full service toilet slave, and that my mistress has the right to mate me with animals, should she so desire.
That was basically the contract. It looked like something which she had downloaded off the internet. I didn’t like the sound of castration or the other threats. But at least it only said that they would occur if I misbehaved. I hoped that they were only there to strike fear into the slave. They struck fear into me. But not into my penis, which was rock hard, up to its full six inches in length.
“Time to get started.” the female domme said. She took off her leather jacket and hung it up. She was wearing a push up leather bra, which really showed off the size of her tits. They were bigger than Jean’s.
Kayleigh looked around the playroom.
“Stand here.” she said, positioning me beneath some chains hanging from the ceiling. The chains ended in leather manacles. A switch on the wall lowered the chains, until they were low enough that Kayleigh could secure the leather bands around my wrists, tight enough so that they would not slip off. A different switch raised the chains, and me. In the past Jean had liked to raise me until I was at full stretch. But Kayleigh was meaner. She raised me until my toes just left the floor, and I was hanging by my arms. My arms began to ache.
Humming to herself, Kayleigh took some chains attached to metal rings set in the floor. The chains ended in more leather manacles. One went around my left ankle, the other around my right, spreading my legs. But that was not enough for Kayleigh. There were ratchets on the chains, and Kayleigh ratcheted the chains, spreading my legs painfully wide, so that my thighs ached with the position. Hanging by my arms, and my legs in a semi-splits, I was also in torture. And this was only the preparation.
Meanwhile Jean had put a comfortable armchair in front of me, where she could see everything which was done to me. She shucked off all of her clothes, and positioned herself in the chair, with her legs over the arm of the chair, her bare pussy on display.
“I’m going to enjoy watching you get flogged.” Jean purred. “I can concentrate just on watching for once. This is going to be good.”
The domme went over to our rack of whips. I was relieved to see her select a riding crop, one which had been used on me many times in the past. I knew that I could bear the riding crop.
Kayleigh gave a few practice swishes through the air, getting a feel for the weight of the leather crop. Then she sauntered over to stand behind me.
Swish! The riding crop impacted with my taut buttocks.
“Uh!” I couldn’t help letting out a cry of pain. She had certainly not held back. I think that she had just struck me harder than Jean ever had.
It was some time before the next stroke to my buttocks. The domme was pacing out the strokes, allowing me to save every little bit of the pain. Jean’s eyes were bright, watching me get beaten. But my eyes were mostly on her fingers as they rubbed at her clit and cunt. Her cunt looked as though it was already sopping wet, and I could smell her womanly fragrance. My cock jerked, but I could not come without it being touched.
Stroke after stroke hit my clenched buttocks as my wife masturbated. Then, just when I had expected her to cum, judging by her breathing, she took her hands away, leaving herself on the edge. Her legs were still spread wide.
“Do his cock.” my wife said.
“With pleasure.” the domme moved around to stand level with me. She lashed the riding crop at the shaft of my cock. It was agony – but an erotic agony, as red lines appeared on the shaft. I lost a little bit of hardness due to the pain, but I was still tumescent enough for my cock not to dip.
Slash, slash, slash, stroke after fiery stroke reddening the flesh. And then, finally, a single stroke across my purple glans, enough for my wife to scream out her orgasm as she watched me being tortured. And the whipping stopped.
I hung in my bonds, feeling exhausted. My butt, cock, arms and thigh muscles were in agony. I expected to be released, but I was not.
“Would you like to cum?” my wife asked. “I know that you can bear a lot of pain when you are aroused. But once you have cum you can’t bear as much pain, can you? I want you to be flogged while you are not enjoying it. I’ll tell you this, if you don’t cum now it will be a very long time, if ever, before I allow you to cum. So do you want to cum?”
“I want to cum.” I muttered. I feared that I wouldn’t be able to bear further tortures if I wasn’t aroused. But I really did need to cum.
“Good.” Kayleigh said. “I like to see cocks cum, almost as much as I enjoy torturing them.”
Kayleigh took off her leather bra, revealing her big tits, and the fact that she had a silver ring through each nipple. My cock began to get fully erect again, despite the cropping which it had endured. This Kayleigh was a sexy woman.
I expected a handjob from the domme, but, instead, she bent down to take my cock in her mouth. I was treated to the best fellatio which I had ever had. It was better than Jean, although I was never going to say that. She knew just where to stick her tongue, and she was able to take my cock down to its root. I knew that I was going to cum very soon. I wasn’t wrong.
Just as my cock was cumming Kayleigh pulled her mouth away, replacing it with a small, plastic cup. I spunked out into the cup, strand after strand of hot, white cum.
Kayleigh held the cup to my mouth.
“Drink it all down, slave, or I will get the shears from the garden shed and cut off your balls right now.” Jean said. She got up and walked over, to watch me as I had no choice but to swallow my first ever load of cum. In the past Jean had indicated that it would have been a big turn on for her to see me fucked by another guy, or forced to swallow sperm. But, in the past, it had been a hard limit for me. Now it appeared that such limits were a thing of the past.
I was forced to lick the cup clean.
“You will be getting a lot more spunk in the future.” Jean said. I took that to mean that she was going to force me to drink more of my own cum.
“Now it’s time to lock your cock away.” Jean said. She handed Kayleigh a metal device. I recognised it from stuff which I’d seen on the internet, although I hadn’t been aware that Jean had acquired one. It was something called an iron maiden. It was a metal penile restraint, It opened up into two halves. Inside the two halves there were a lot of nasty little spikes, which would press into the flesh of a cock if it should become erect. There was a circular hole opposite where my urethra would be, allowing a hollow sound to be screwed into place, going down inside my urethra.
A ring clipped around my testicles, holding the iron maiden in place. My cock was now small enough so that it would just fit inside the torture device. It was clipped closed. I felt the points of the spikes already pressing into my cock meat, the ones at the end tickling my glans. The hollow sound was screwed in place, a most unpleasant experience.
“This one has been modified by Kayleigh.” Jean said. “Look at the outside. See there are little holes in the metal? That allows longer needles to be inserted through the studs, allowing deeper penetration of the flesh, as you will find out later.”
I think that I began to babble then. But Jean laughed and ignored my pleas.
“No, we’re doing this.” she said. “I’m more turned on then I have ever been. Now Kayleigh and I are going to have something to eat. See you later.”
The two women left the playroom, leaving me still hanging from the ceiling, in my very painful bondage.
I was left alone for a long time, the pain in my arms not getting any less. Eventually the two women returned: my wife still nude, Kayleigh still topless. Jean came over to me, where I hung in agony.
“Open your mouth.” she said. I had no choice but to obey. She popped a couple of pills in my mouth. I recognised them as being Viagra. I was given a glass of water, and I swallowed the pills down, knowing what the result would be.
“Now it’s time for a real whipping.” Jean said, as she took her place in the armchair again.
“I think that I’ll strip off for this.” Kayleigh said. She dropped her leather skirt, revealing not a pussy, but the fact that she had a cock! Not only that, but she had the biggest cock I had seen outside of internet porn. It had to be at least ten inches long, and it was as thick as my wrist. Kayleigh was trans. All that I could do was stare.
Kayleigh gave a few tugs on her cock, until it was fully erect, the purple glans as big as any plum. I groaned, partly in pain, but partly because I thought that I knew why my wife had hired the services of a trans domme.
Kayleigh, her massive cock bobbing up and down, walked over to the rack of whips. This time, though, she did not select a riding crop, but a leather bullwhip, something which had not yet been used on me. This was something which could easily split the flesh.
I was scared, and I had cause to be, as Kayleigh did not hold back. The first stroke across my nates felt as though she had laid a red hot wire across my buttocks. I screamed.
Another whip crack signalled another line of agony. I had never suffered such pain from a whipping before. I screamed, and I begged, and I begged, and I screamed. But Jean laughed, and frigged her hot cunt. She was delighted to see me really being tortured. This was what she had wanted for a long time. And Kayleigh? No, I would not be getting any mercy from that province either. Her erect cock showed how much she was enjoying turning my buttocks into ribbons of slashed flesh.
“Red.” I muttered, saying my safe word over and over again. But nothing was safe now. Now I was a real slave. Now I was nothing but a victim.
It got worse when Kayleigh started on my back. Soon I could feel blood running down from where she had split the skin. I knew that I was going to get scars. I’m not sure at what point I fainted.
I coughed, due to the smelling salts held under my nose. I was no longer hanging from the ceiling. The women had got me down while I was unconscious, and bound me tightly over a barrel-type piece of dungeon equipment. I was bound on my front, my cock under me, painful in its metal cage. The way that I was bound I was in a perfect position to be fucked. I didn’t have to be a genius to work out what was going to happen next. Jean had, for a long time, told me that it was one of her fantasies to see me fucked by another man. Well, I was about to be fucked by a woman with a cock.
Jean was standing to my side, so that she could see all of the action. I felt Kayleigh spread my buttocks, and the glans of her rock-hard cock poke at my anus. It was not as though I was an anal virgin. Jean had used various strap-ons on me in the past, in the absence of watching some guy fuck me.
The cock forced its way up my backside. I tried my best not to resist as it tore me up. I did not enjoy it, as Kayleigh fucked me with his large cock. I felt as though I was being split open. Jean laughed. She was happy to see me get fucked in such a manner. She revelled in my humiliation and discomfort.
On and on the anal rape went. But eventually Kayleigh pulled out. He had not yet come. His cock was still rock hard. He came around the front, to stand before me.
“Clean off his cock with your tongue.” Jean commanded. “If you don’t I’ll cut off your balls.”
I licked my own shit off his cock. I had to lick the length, as his cock was to big for me to take all but the head in my mouth. When I had cleaned his cock he forced the purple head between my lips. He held the back of my head so that I could not pull away. Then he came, spurting hot, salty spunk into my mouth. I just about managed to swallow it all. But it seemed to be a lot of sperm. Later I’d find out that Kayleigh took some drugs to boost sperm production.
After he had come Kayleigh carried on holding my head. Then there was the taste of acrid piss on my tongue, as the shemale pissed down my throat. I had to swallow all the piss or risk choking. It was only when he finished pissing that he withdrew. His cock was still hard.
Despite what had happened, my cock was as hard as its metal prison allowed, the affects of the Viagra. The flesh of my cock was being hurt by the metal studs. I would have given anything to get the metal tube off my cock just then. But that was not to be.
I was released from the chains binding me on my front over the horse, only for me to be flipped onto my back, and chained back on the horse. I screamed in pain as my whipped back contacted the top of the horse. The way that I was chained meant that my groin would have been vulnerable, if not for the metal tube. I expected Kayleigh to take it off. But no such luck.
I noticed, suddenly, that Kayleigh had a hand-held gas burner in his hands, the sort used to make crème brulee. He also had a metal needle, with a wooden bit for holding. My torturer held the end of the needle in the blue flame. He kept it there until the needle glowed red. Then he inserted the needle into one of the holes in my cock restraint. He pushed the needle down. The red hot metal went out through the end of one of the studs – which were hollow – and into the flesh of my cock.
I screamed and I begged. I begged and I screamed. The agony was intense. I can’t describe how bad it was. It was the worst pain I had ever suffered. But my wife and Kayleigh were not content with just one needle. No, red hot needles were thrust through every hole in the device, coming out of every metal stud. Red hot needles pierce my cock all along my shaft, turning me into a porcupine. The worst were the ones which went into my glans.
And then, as a finale, a red hot needle was forced into each of my testicles. And that was when I fainted again. That signalled an end to that day’s torture…
It was not an end to my suffering at the hands of Kayleigh, though. When I finally recovered consciousness it was to see my wife on the floor of the playroom, being fucked by Kayleigh’s big cock, and obviously enjoying it a lot more than when we had fucked. Kayleigh was obviously Priapic, and he took Jean to orgasm after orgasm. All that I could do was to watch.
Afterwards, a well-fucked Jean had a few words for me.
“Kayleigh is more of a man than you ever were.” Jean said. “Kayleigh will be moving in with me. You will never get to fuck me again. But, don’t worry, as you will still get to have sex, as I enjoy watching Kayleigh fuck you. From now on you’re her slut, and our torture victim. You are to be our permanent slave.”
That was my sentence. It is now months later, and I spend my days in torture or bondage, only getting fucked by Kayleigh. I have not been allowed to cum since that day. But my cock and balls are in such a bad way that I’m not sure that I could now cum if I got the opportunity. Viagra gets me hard, though, for these two sadists loved to see my cock swell up in whatever restraint they have me, knowing that I will get no release. When not in bondage, or being tortured, I am locked away in a too-small dog cage, my flesh forced into the metal sides.
This is my life now, and for the future. But at least Jean is happy…