Their relationship continued this way for several months, experimenting with various instruments and forms of S&M play. They were happy, and yet Tammi wanted more. She didn't understand it, at least not fully until they bought a house together and Tammi got her computer. She started to talk to other S&Mers in the area, and found what she had been craving. The S&M was great, she loved it, and wouldn't give it up for the world, she found out she was a bottom, and as she delved deeper found that the true word for her was a submissive, or sub. She approached Johnny one day with her findings, presenting him with several printouts of FAQs and a story that she had found online.

To her surprise Johnny knew a lot about the BDSM world already. He had experimented with it when he had learned about his S&M fantasies and desires, and while he enjoyed a lot of it, it wasn't all he had hoped it would be.

The more Tammi read about slaves and subs and Doms and Masters, the more she wanted it. She couldn't hide it; she started looking at online stores and auctions that specialized in fetish wear and gear. Johnny noticed, but didn't say much, after all she was home all day and he was working so that was her vice. Then Tammi started talking to Doms online, chatting with them, always friendly and always, as was her nature, offering a little too much information.

Johnny spoke to her about it several times, the dangers and risks of talking to people online and giving them even just a little too much information, could prove very dangerous for both of them. He always got the same response, she would swear to not do it any more, roll her eyes, and go back to the same old thing. He knew this had to stop and decided that it would be now.

Johnny came home from work one afternoon to find a note from Tammi, she had walked up to the store and would be back in a few minutes, the time on the note was less than five minutes ago, so Johnny figured he had about an hour or so before she came home, this was just the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He went upstairs to their bedroom. He fastened handcuffs to the headboard, and tied rope to the footboard. Then he left several lengths of rope within easy reach and arranged an array of paddles, plus a riding crop, two small floggers, a few clothespins, a couple wooden spoons and three vibrators on the top of the dresser. He grabbed a scarf from the closet and waited patiently by the door.

When Tammi walked in carrying a small bag of groceries, she turned to see Johnny smiling evilly from the corner of the couch.

"Put those in the kitchen, and put them up." He growled.

They had been married almost three years at this point, and she knew when he was in a playful mood.

She immediately cast her eyes downward, "Yes, Sir." She replied and hurried to the kitchen.

'Thank goodness I put underwear on this morning.' She thought to herself.

She put the groceries up quickly and almost skipped back into the living room where Johnny waited. She couldn't help thinking of him as her Master. It seemed almost automatic.

She kneeled at his feet and leaned her head against the inside of one calf. He roughly pushed her head off of him and grabbed her shoulder, pulling to signal her to turn around.

She was beginning to get scared, she had told him about Jimmy, the games, the mind games, the things he thought were hilarious, including but not limited to scaring her out of her wits.

"Johnny, what's going on?" she asked.

"Shut up, bitch." He said gruffly.

She was stunned he never talked to her that way, never.

"Johnny, don't call me that, please."

"Why? Wasn't that your nickname in high school, bitch? Why can everyone else call you that and not your Master?"

She was about to reply when she caught his last words, and her heart skipped a beat. Her groin was instantly wet and she tried to turn her head to look at him to see if he was being serious.

"Eyes forward." He barked.

She stopped immediately and turned her gaze back straight ahead.

Suddenly she was blinded, she couldn't see, he had slipped the scarf over her eyes from behind and for a second she panicked and started shaking her head. She felt a sharp tug on her hair and stayed still.

"Better." He replied, "Trust me, you'll be fine."

She realized she did. She felt him tug forward on her hair, and she started to stand. Her response was a sharp smack on her rear.

"Nobody told you to stand, bitch. Crawl."

She dropped back down to her hands and knees and crawled. He guided her to the stairs and told her they were there, she crawled up them with some difficulty. He led her to the bed, and helped her up onto it.

"Lay on your stomach. Arms up, legs spread."

She did as he commanded, and waited. Suddenly she heard a clicking noise, and felt her left wrist touch cold metal; shocked she pulled back a bit.

A loud slap landed on her upturned rear, "Still." She heard Johnny say roughly.

She stopped and let her wrist be captured by the handcuff, then the other. Next she heard a whispering noise, and felt something coiling around her left ankle, it was rope, she knew rope, but she didn't move, she had all but begged him for this, and now she was getting what she thought she had wanted. When he was satisfied she couldn't move well, he turned his attention to the dresser.

He chose the medium sized ping pong paddle to begin with, and began to slowly and deliberately spank her with it. Tammi buried her face in a pillow; she couldn't even playfully put her hands behind her to block him. Usually she would when swats got too hard just to give herself a breather.

After about twenty-five swats he stopped, she was shocked

"You're behaviour has been horrible."

She thought back over the last few weeks, granted she hadn't been as well behaved as she should be, but he had been slack too. She wanted to point this out to him, but knew better.

"You haven't done a thorough proper cleaning of the house in weeks, you've been too busy talking online to God-knows-who about God-knows-what. I can't even begin to count the number of times I've seen you sending pictures to strangers online of yourself. On top of that, you used to be waiting for me when I got home, and now I have to fight to get you off the computer!" He was roaring now, and Tammi knew he was beyond angry.

"Johnny, please, let me up and we'll talk okay. I know I've been caught up in things on the computer, but these people, hon, they understand me, they know what it's like to be me, they sympathize, they've been there!" she protested, getting angry herself.

"Did I ask for excuses?" He asked sharply.

"No, but, I'm entitled to defend myself." She roared suddenly.

"Not any more." Johnny said quietly.

"What? This is outrageous Johnny, let's talk about this," she pleaded.

"Do you remember when we first met? Right after the first time I spanked you and you started getting like this? I asked you if you needed another lesson you said no, and then as usual, offered too much information, what did you tell me you used to jokingly tell boyfriends?"

She frantically thought back. Then slowly with dawning horror she realized. Johnny saw the change in her face.

"Well? Answer me."

Quietly she mumbled into the pillow.

"What was that slut, I can't hear you?"

She was suddenly starting to cry, and she repeated what she had told him almost three years before, "The one who can break me, can keep me."

"I don't intend on breaking you. I want you to think for yourself, however, you'll have to learn that I know everything that goes on in this house, and I know you know my rules, so you have no excuse for breaking them. You will do as I say or suffer the consequences, and if you think BDSM is all about pleasure, you're right in a way, pleasure for me, not necessarily you."

Tammi's eyes widened beneath the blindfold, she realized with dawning horror that he was right. How many times had she heard the stories online, but didn't want to believe that there were men who would not have sex with women just because they wanted it.

She slowly shook her head side to side

"Oh yes dear, you don't even know what torture is." He smiled evilly. "By the way, sweetie, I found your stories."

Her face widened in horror, her mouth forming an 'O'.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," he chuckled softly as he went downstairs.

When he came back up a few minutes later he was holding a printout and a pair of scissors. Tammi heard him and started talking immediately.

"Johnny, please, we can talk about this, I had no idea what I was asking for, really. Please sweetie, let's talk," Tammi couldn't even plead with her eyes, it drove her nuts to be blindfolded, and yet she was so incredibly horny.

Johnny suddenly cut away her jeans, and she screamed, those were an expensive pair, she thought. Then her underwear was being cut off, she felt him stuff something into her mouth, and she tried to push it out with her tongue, and realized it was her own underwear. She gagged, and tried harder to spit it out.

"Leave it, or I'll tape it there." Johnny threatened.

'I'd like to see him try.' That defiant voice in the back of her mind spoke up. She immediately squashed it like a bug. If she kept thinking that way she'd never get out of this. Her only hope was to lay here and take it and hope to get some pleasure out of it.

She stopped fighting the gag and lay quietly, waiting to see what would come next.

Johnny smiled down at the sight before him. His beautiful wife, laying spread eagle on her stomach, no pants, no panties, and in a minute no shirt or bra either, blindfolded, gagged and unable to move. God he loved her. He cut off her shirt and bra, and smacked her upturned rear when she squealed. "Settle down," he told her.

She quieted immediately.

"You're learning." He said gruffly.

Tammi smiled a bit beneath her gag.

Johnny glanced over at the dresser and then back at the printout he held. He started reading aloud and Tammi was shocked to hear her own words being read back to her. She squirmed a bit.

"Still" he barked. She stopped immediately, and Johnny grinned at the effect her story was having on her.

"Now let's see what it says here, she's tied spread eagle on her stomach..." Johnny's voice trailed off, and Tammi knew exactly what was coming. How many times had she thought of just this scenario while she masturbated with her vibrator? She resigned herself to take it, all of it, and to behave.

"Oh right, belt." Johnny said suddenly, and Tammi immediately began to squirm. She loved and hated the belt all at the same time. It wasn't often that Johnny used it anymore, he preferred his wooden paddles, and spoons, but the feel and smell of leather was something Tammi had always loved.

"Five more, "Johnny said suddenly, and Tammi held still, "See how quickly you learn, slut?"

God, how she hated that word! It was a term her mother had used too often, and it never failed to make Tammi think of the fat cow.

She mumbled something into her gag and Johnny brought the belt down hard across both ass cheeks.

"What was that?" he asked, and she could tell from the sound of his voice he expected an answer, nothing pissed him off more than to ask a question and have it be ignored.

He pulled the gag from her mouth and Tammi took in a fresh breath of air as she repeated what she had mumbled. "I hate that word," she said quietly.

"I know, slut," he repeated, adding even more emphasis to the word, and shoved the gag back in as she squealed from the belt.

After twenty stripes had seared her bottom Johnny put the belt down and read down the page a little more. Tammi already knew what came next, the dreaded spoon. She hated the spoon more than anything and Johnny knew it. The tiny perfect egg shapes it left all over her bottom caused great discomfort when sitting even the next day, and when Johnny tired of the circles, he usually flipped it around and used the handle like a short cane to leave small, rounded stripes. Today was an exception though, there would be no ovals. Johnny held the implement by the spoon end, and immediately began striping his wife's perfect ass between the wide belt marks. There wasn't a white patch left after fifty strokes, and Tammi was sobbing quietly.

Johnny took the gag out of her mouth and Tammi sucked in huge gulps of the fresh air.

"Do you need to tell me something?" Johnny asked.

Tammi nodded her head silently and took one more big gulp of air, "I'm sorry, Sir," she said simply.

"Much better, but we're going to finish this and then you and I are going to have a serious talk."

Tammi nodded, she had already resigned herself to finishing what had been started, even though she knew she could probably flirt her way out of it, she knew Johnny's member would be like a rock in his jeans. She smiled at the thought.

"Is something funny?" Johnny growled.

Tammi knew that voice, it was the one he had used when they first met and his most used voice during normal play sessions, it was the dangerous one that told her without him having to say that she shouldn't cross him.

"Nothing funny, Sir, just fond memories," she purred, thinking what his jeans would look like right about now.

Johnny didn't need to look at his jeans, but it was almost like reading her mind, he knew what she meant and he knew how swollen his cock was. But that would have to wait.

"You're not getting out of this that easily," he menaced.

"No, Sir," she said quietly.

He wanted to untie her and ram his cock deep inside her, but knew that nothing would change if he did. Showing any weakness at this point would be like waving a T-bone at a starving dog, you're just asking to get bit.

He picked up the shredded panties and stuffed them back into her mouth. Tammi accepted them, and didn't even try to expel them.

Johnny smiled gently at her, "Good girl."

Tammi beamed.

Johnny picked up one of the vibrators and turned in on low, Tammi heard the buzzing, and suddenly realized what it was. Her eyes widened beneath her blindfold. Johnny inserted the vibrator gently between the delicate folds of her sex; she was already well lubricated, and the vibrator slid in easily. He left it on low, and watched as Tammi's hips began to move on the bed.

"Stay still," Johnny said quietly.

"Mmmmph, mmmph," Tammi replied from behind the gag.

"What?" Johnny asked, pulling the gag out of her mouth again.

"I can't," she whined.

"You can and you will," Johnny replied.

Tammi tried desperately not to move her hips against the vibrations in her loins. She didn't want to disappoint him, but it felt so good and all she wanted was to be released from the heat.

Johnny replaced the gag and grabbed some rope from the dresser, he quickly tied a crotch rope around his wife's waist, and up between her legs, to keep the vibrator from coming out, Tammi squealed and Johnny smacked her rear again. This caused a jolt through the vibrator, and Tammi managed to bite down on her panties to keep from screaming too loudly.

Next Johnny grabbed one of the small floggers. This was something Tammi had never seen; Johnny had bought it especially for the occasion and had kept it in the car until this afternoon. He looked down at his wife and thought, my dear if you think you hate the belt...

Tammi had never felt the sting of a flogger, she had read stories, but she soon found out that the descriptions prepared no one for the actual kiss of the leather.

The first one was light, not too hard, Johnny didn't want to break the skin and she was already pretty red. Tammi howled regardless, she usually made more noise than necessary with new toys, trying to anticipate the amount of pain they would cause, but usually she could see them, Johnny reminded himself. He waited almost a full minute, before he landed a second blow on her right cheek. Tammi squealed again, but not as loudly. Johnny waited another few seconds and then started into a steady rhythm.

Tammi heard the soft swish of the flogger before she felt the first sting in her left cheek. She squealed louder than she really should have, it hadn't hurt all that much. She lay there sweating trying not to grind her hips into the constant, annoyingly low buzz of her vibrator, concentrating on Johnny with her whole being. Then she felt the same sting on her right cheek. This one hurt a little more, but she was slowly adjusting. As Johnny's rhythm became steady Tammi began to drift off, not sleep but almost comatose. All she could focus on was the heat in her groin and the pain her bottom, then the pain switched to her upper thighs, and back, the ends of the flogger were wrapping around the sides of her back and kissing the sides of her breasts, this brought louder squeals, and heavier panting, and groaning. Tammi tried to grind her hips and felt a light slap on her exposed sex, and the end of the vibrator, which immediately caused her to stop. Johnny was right, she did learn quickly.

Johnny switched to the other flogger, this one was softer, but the strands were thinner. Tammi took the few seconds to breathe deeply and remind herself that she had asked for this.

The first slap of the new flogger brought tears to her eyes, it didn't have the same coverage, but the sting was incredible. Johnny was working the same general areas, but the sting was much more intense, and each new slap caused Tammi to squeal. After a good twenty-five strokes, Johnny brought out the other vibrator; he turned it on low, and untied the crotch rope briefly. He removed the vibrator from Tammi's now dripping pussy and replaced it with the new one. The other was thickly coated with her juices and Tammi's eyes widened yet again; she knew what he was going to do. She suddenly began to squirm, and felt a harder swat on her sensitive labia.

"Just relax, and trust me."

Johnny coated his finger with his wife's juices and began playing with her tight rosebud. Tammi moaned into her gag. Johnny put his face close to hers, and Tammi could smell his cologne.

"Feel the vibrator in you? Concentrate on that and relax."

Tammi did as she was told, and slowly Johnny began working his finger into her virgin asshole.

Tammi moaned thickly when he inserted another finger a few minutes later, Johnny began moving his fingers in and out, slowly. He could feel Tammi's whole body start to shudder.

He put his face back up by hers and continued to move his fingers in and out of her tight ass.

"That's it. Now, I want you to hold back from that as long as possible." He whispered, and Tammi realized what he was saying. She shook her head and started to give in to the spreading heat in her loins.

Johnny stopped immediately, "Not yet," he growled, and Tammi whimpered. "Quiet."

Tammi immediately fell silent, but wiggled her ass at him seductively, he responded by smacking it hard. She cried out from beneath her gag. "I said STOP," he thundered.

Tammi lowered her head back to the bed, and settled down. She knew that wasn't going to work, why was she even trying to get out of it?

She waited patiently and felt the vibrator against her asshole; she wanted to push back against it, but somehow managed to hold still.

Johnny slowly worked it into her, and then slowly back out, he did this several more times before reattaching the crotch rope. It took all of Tammi's strength not to scream in frustration. She could feel the heat building but it wouldn't build enough to allow her an orgasm.

Finally, Johnny picked up the cane. This was Tammi's hated weapon of choice, and so out of fairness, he warned her.

"Tammi this will be your final punishment and if you can stand it, when this is done, we'll sit and talk, and you'll be rewarded, if you try and make me stop by wiggling your ass like before, I'll file for divorce first thing Monday morning."

Tammi suddenly realized what he was telling her. Be good and take it or lose him, her savior, protector, provider, Master. He wasn't technically her Master she knew, but he might as well be, especially after today. She nodded her understanding and agreement and braced herself.

"You'll get fifteen strokes with the cane." Johnny said slowly, letting the words sink in.

Tammi's immediate urge was to spit out her gag, and struggle for all she was worth to get out of her bonds, scream at him that this had gone far enough and curse his name. Of course she didn't. She nodded resignedly and tensed her muscles, waiting for the swish, thwap she knew would come.

The first landed at the top of her glowing red cheeks. Tammi bit down on the panties in her mouth, and squealed quietly, screamed inwardly and braced herself again. She counted backwards from fifteen. She had heard that that helped, somewhere, although at the moment she didn't know where.

By five strokes she was crying, at ten she was sobbing uncontrollably and by the last stroke, she just lay limply on the bed, not even trying to tense up for the next one. After the final stroke she screamed with pain and frustration, but not too loudly, she couldn't stand the thought of losing him.

Johnny leaned down again and removed the gag and blindfold. He kissed her mouth hard and whispered in her ear. "You did well, slut," he grinned at this last and Tammi looked up into her Master's eyes.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered.

Johnny laughed. He had always hated that word, yet coming from her; he realized that that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

Johnny removed the crotch rope and slowly began working both vibrators in and out of her slowly. Tammi moaned, and immediately began to shudder.

"Cum for me, slut," Johnny ordered, and she did.