Now that all the women had left, Beth told me to meet her in the living room. I still didn’t have any clothes on. As I walked in she was sitting on a chair, still wearing her garter belt, but she had pulled her upper corset off. She said,“ Now that you’ve had your orgasm it’s time for mine.” I said, ”Ok” and got down on my knees, stuck my head between her legs, thrust my tongue deep into her nether region, and started sucking and slurping.

After I finally got her off, she said, “Go get your chastity device out of the drawer and bring it here.” I reluctantly complied, found it in the drawer and brought it back to her. She pulled my balls through the metal collar, took the cage and compressed my dick all the way down to where she could put the pin in and insert the lock. This particular cage also came with a penis tube that screws into it and has pins and a lock for it so you can’t remove it one it’s installed, unless you have a key. She sent me to bed wearing this, uncomfortable as hell contraption. When you stick the penis tube all of the way in, it makes your dick go rigid, even though it’s confined to the cage. It makes you feel like you have a hard on while you are wearing it. It causes a great great amount of frustration because of the stimulation from it and there is nothing that can be done about It. I went to sleep that night but didn’t sleep much. She took out the penis plug the next morning and let me go about my business the rest of the day.

So as time went by, My wife became more restrictive. I was still stuck wearing the chastity device, up to three weeks at a time, before she would let me remove it and do some sexual favors for her. It came to a point where I started to realize that I was no longer in a relationship, that was a shared relationship with this woman. And I loved this woman deeply. And I know she loves me. But this was becoming unacceptable behavior, especially for a married couple that should be able to make decisions together, without already having the outcome decided. It was at this time that I had contrived a plan.

It was a Friday night, about three months after my engagement with Beth’s friends at our house. Beth came Home from work and I greeted her at the door. I had made a nice dinner, and I told her that tomorrow morning, being Saturday, I had a new play toy for her. She said, ”What kind of toy?” I replied, “The kind you like.” The next morning I took her into our room, where we had the exam table and told her to takeoff all of her clothes and get up on the table. She happily complied with that, but then when I told her I was going to have to strap her arms down and put a strap across her chest and abdomen she started to complain.”Why do you need to do that?” She asked. I responded, “Well you are going to have such an intense orgasm and contractions that you will need to be restrained.” “Are you kidding me?” I quickly answered, “No I am not kidding.” So she let me put straps over her arms and across her belly and her chest. I then took some cuffs out and put cuffs on each of her ankles. She then asked, “Why do I need these?” Again I gave a very clear answer. “ You will need these so you don’t kick your legs around and hurt something.” But it was too late for her, as I already had the cuffs on her ankles, and the clips attached to the overhead T-bar. I then took the chain fall that was attached to the eyelet overhead and I pulled a chain through which caused her legs to be pulled up almost behind her head. Now I was ready. She was already protesting though. “Ok what is really going on here?” You see, over the course of time, our relationship had morphed to the point where I was the submissive all the time. It didn’t start out that way originally, we just played around, not getting too serious about this BDSM stuff.

It just seemed the more she got into it, the more she liked it, and the more she liked it, the more I didn’t. So now I figured it was my turn to be in charge. I walked over to the closet door, opened it up, and brought out a full enema bag, already perched up on our IV stand. She took one look at that bag and came unglued. She than warned me saying, “You are not going to use that on me you hear me.“ “Of course I hear you, but I am going to use it on you right now.” I went over to a drawer, and pulled out a nice large bulbous inflatable enema nozzle. I got some anal relax lube, out of the drawer. I put on my latex gloves with a pop pop, which is a sure tale sound that means you’re ready to go. I applied the lube to her fine looking hole and started working on it with my fingers. Once I could get two fingers soundly inside her ass hole, I pulled off the inflatable plug and worked it in. It was already attached now to the mainline with the isolation valve, ready to go. I use quick disconnects that allows me to leave the plug in place and unplug the main line to the feeder line that goes in to the plug. I looked over at her face and it was aghast. For once Beth was speechless. I don’t think she thought I was gonna do this to her. I pumped up the inflator about 12 times. I had already tested it and 12 times was about right. I opened up the valve all the way and saw the flow meter turning very rapidly and just let it go. She just sat there looking at me and pretty soon she started to glare at me. Then I could tell the stomach cramps kicked in, because I had put a lot of soapy stuff in this water. Now she started to complain. “ This is starting to hurt, can you please stop it?“ I responded, “Of course I can.” I then reached up and grabbed the bag and squeezed it as hard as I could, and she just let out another yell. “Are you enjoying this now?” I told her “Just breathe slowly in and out and you will be ok.” It didn’t take long for most of the water to get in there. I’d fill the bag up with at least 4 quarts, and I had a long rubber surgical tube that went to the inflatable plug of about 6 feet of length. She took nearly the whole bag. Now that I was satisfied with this, I clamped off the feeder tube going into the nozzle and did the same to the tube coming out of the bag next to quick disconnect. She now had almost 4 quarts of warm soapy water in her, of which I had added 4 fleet enema bottles. That is 1 small fleet bottle for each quart of water. The water dilutes the fleet enema in such a way that it does not cause severe cramps, but it still causes you to have the panic feeling for the need to evacuate your bowels immediately. Not always a good feeling to have. The next thing I did was lube up her vagina and lips. I had a small round vibrating egg ready to place deep into her canal which I did. By now she was already distracted from the enema experience so she didn’t protest this at all. I then took out an inflatable, vibrating penis, and pushed it all the way into her vagina. I made sure to push it in to a point where I knew the vibrating egg was all the way up against her cervix, really tight, so it wasn’t going anywhere.

The next part of my plan was going to be as little risky. I needed to get the plug out of her ass, without her spewing water everywhere, but I had thought about this already. I turned on the vibrating penis plug along with the egg, and she immediately started howling, “What in the hell are you doing to me? That thing in my vagina is hurting right now.” I quickly replied, “ Thanks for the feedback honey, I will see what I can do about it.” I turned off the egg for now. I just found out from her how effective the egg was going to be later in providing her discomfort. I started rubbing her Clit and got it really worked up. I know that when women have an orgasm, it doesn’t just make muscles contract in the vagina walls. It also makes the muscles around their asshole contract as well. The female anatomy is a wondrous thing. I love how females are put together, both physically and emotionally. They are such beautiful creatures, in all respects. And I call them creatures, because sometimes it’s just really hard to figure them out. At about the same time I caused her to have her orgasm, I deflated the enema plug, and pulled it out. The ensuing orgasm, shut down the sphincter muscle, making it almost a waterless transfer. I quickly grabbed a vibrating inflatable butt plug, lubed it up with more anal lube and silicone lube and worked it into her ass. Once I got it in there, I quickly inflated it, and now my plan was in place. My plan was to have an inflatable butt plug in her ass that vibrates, along with the inflatable penis in her vagina that vibrates as well. Two competing vibrating elements separated by a thin wall of interior lining between the vaginal canal and rectum providing for some serious stimulation. I quickly grabbed a specially designed harness, made to hold both an anal insert and vaginal insert in place. I pulled the strap up through her crotch, centered it where both the penis probe and anal probe would be centered and locked in place. I cinched up the belt straps around her waist. The straps for the belt had locks for them so I secured those in place. Lastly I pulled the crotch strap tight and secured it to the waist belt. It also came with a locking device that prevented it’s removal.

With everything in her lower region secured I proceeded with the upper part of her torso. I grabbed the set of handcuffs that previously have been used on me. I opened each of them up and slowly cautiously clamped them around each of her breasts. I cinched them down very tightly in order to inflict very noticeable pain. Then I took some nipple clamps that had chains on them, and I attached the chains to where they pulled on the chains connecting the handcuffs. I then worked the chain down across the top of her stomach and looped it to the front of the harness holding in the inflatable plugs. What that effectively did, was to to cause intense pain to her nipples, which would occur any time she tried to stretch her torso into a full erect body. That motion would force the nipples to be pulled taunt in front of her. A very devious means of inflicting self made pain I had contrived by myself. And now she was about ready for the next phase of what I had planned. I turned on both of the vibrators, at which time she immediately started twitching and flailing. I said, “how do you like that honey?“ Her immediate response was, “This sucks!” I thought to myself good, maybe I’m getting somewhere. I let her up off the table after undoing all of the chains and straps. I told her to go into her room and get her sundress on, the one she wears a lot out to the beach without any underwear. She complied with that and returned a few minutes later. I could hear the buzzing of the vibrators going strongly just as planned. I pulled up the dress and looked and it was a beautiful site. And I haven’t even turned on the vibrating bullet yet. I then told her, this is what you are going to do.

I want you to call your girlfriends that came over that night they all used and abused me. You tell them to come over and apologize to me for what they did. She just about went ballistic on me when she heard this. Saying, “Are you fucking kidding me? There’s no way I’m gonna do that.“ I quickly replied, “ If you elect to not call them, then I guess you’re going to be wearing this for a long time. How long do you think you can stand being like this? “ And I reached under her and turned on the vibrating bullet. She immediately reached down and grabbed her crotch, but there was nothing she could do about it. It was immediate intense pain, and not the pleasure one associates with some type of stimulation down there. ”So are you going to call or not? She snarled at me saying, “Well I guess I have no choice. But please turn off that bullet thing!” “Ok!“. And I did and then a funny thing happened. She doubled over and started having contractions from an orgasm induced by the dual vibratos. It almost took her to her knees. When it finally ended she retrieved her phone and started making calls. The first went to Leila. Aha, I was right on that one, that’s one of the women I suspected was involved in that nights activity. She explained to Leila that she had a situation that she needed help and needed her to come over immediately.

Leila didn’t live that far away so she arrived in about 15 minutes. I sat in the TV room and turned on a football game and tried to act like I was interested in it. I could hear Beth outside talking to Leila. They were both in the house now. I peeked around the door opening and saw Beth raise her skirt high enough to show Leila what I had done to her. I thought Leila was going to faint. I am sure that over the course of time, Beth had told these friends about how easily she controlled me. They all probably thought I was some kind of a worm for not standing my ground against most of these activities. I sat back down on the couch and eventually Leila stuck her head through the door way.

”Are you busy?” she asked. I replied, “No just watching some football.“ She stood across from me and said, “This is very awkward.“ I nonchalantly replied, “Yeah, I guess it is.” But before she could go on I interjected, “Look Leila You don’t owe me an apology at all. I am doing this for the benefit of Beth. She needs to understand that she cannot control me like a horse or mule or whatever. I actually enjoyed some of the stuff I did to you. And I am sure you enjoyed yourself as well didn’t you?” I waited for he reply, which was a little slow in coming. “You know I don’t have much experience like that with men.” I said, “ I don’t know why not. You are nice looking, have a great personality. May be you just need more exposure to the right kind of men. Not the kind you find hanging in bars or at sporting events. Try branching out to other venues.“ She sighed for a second saying, ”Yeah maybe. But about Beth.” I interjected, “Look, why don’t you just go back out to her and tell her you apologized to me. You and I are good. Act a little distressed in front of her and just tell her you will see her Monday when you can talk more. By the way Leila, you have one nice ass. I could tell. when you were sitting on my face. “She blushed then left the room.