To the outside world, Tony and his wife, Angela, appear no different from any other happily married couple living in an unremarkable, respectable suburb of a modern city in Britain . No debt collectors call. No ear-splitting, late-night raves pierce the midnight air. No inter-neighbour disputes disrupt the peaceful calm of the street. They leave together for work every weekday promptly at quarter to eight and return together at seven in the evening. They even attend church - occasionally.

However, now and again, Angela likes to dominate Tony and treat him as her slave. Tony enjoys being the slave of his mistress/wife. Whenever they get the opportunity to be mistress and slave, which is not often enough for either of them, Tony submits himself absolutely to her will. He has to go naked for the whole time they are playing their roles. He has to give her sexual pleasure whenever she demands it, in whatever way she specifies. He has to humiliate himself for her pleasure. He has to obey her every command whatever it is. He is punished for every misdemeanour. He is not allowed to have an orgasm without permission - which is never forthcoming until the end of the session, and then only if he has been a ‘good slave,' - and if it would amuse her for him to come. They both love these moments of fantasy play, and they thought they had reached the pinnacle of their sexual happiness. Then came that memorable Saturday in August.

They had managed to get rid of the kids for the weekend so, as always when the kids were not around, they had planned to have a scene. Tony's day started much as usual on such occasions when, at about 7.30, he was rudely awoken from an engrossing dream by being booted out of bed. He awoke abruptly as he landed on the floor.

‘It's time to fetch me a cup of coffee, slave', said Angela.

Tony had gone from sleep to being fully awake in half a second. ‘Yes, mistress', came the automatic, subservient response.

The scene had started. Immediately, Tony's felt his heart begin to thump a little faster and stronger and his mouth dried as that familiar mixture of excitement and dread filled his being and, as always, his cock engorged with the anticipation of events to come. What would his mistress have planned for him today, he wondered? She never discussed the scene in advance as this gave her the option of ‘messing with his mind' as she called it. ‘Mind-fuck' was the term he had seen used on the internet. And right-royally fucked his mind had been on occasions in the past. Angela's excitement also grew as she felt her power over Tony, renewed her knowledge that he would do whatever she desired and that familiar tingling and wetness appeared between her thighs. She had so many degradations planned for today, so many new ideas. Part of her wanted the day to be over already so that she would know how they had turned out but, of course, part of her wanted to delay as much as possible, to savour every moment. Her belly contracted into knots as she wondered what Tony would think of the surprise she had in store? Would he think it went too far, she wondered? Would it ruin the day or would it be the triumph she was hoping for?

Tony went downstairs to make coffee. He was butt naked, of course, but on that Saturday in August the world was warm enough that his nakedness did not cause him to be uncomfortable. The only discomfort came from having to walk around with an unsupported erection, something he had never quite got used to. He could never quite decide whether to walk naturally. If he did, it bobbed up and down continually like one of those nodding dogs you sometimes see in the back of other people's cars, each bob feeling uncomfortably like an unexpected weight had suddenly attached itself to his dick, pulling it towards the floor. Alternatively, if he walked like a teenage girl practising deportment in a finishing school, balancing a pile of books on her head and keeping his head in a perfectly straight horizontal like, his cock didn't bob but remained permanently upright as if he were in some cheap porno film where the aging stars have to use prosthetic implants to avoid flaccidity.

He returned to the bedroom with his mistress's coffee, and a bobbing dick. ‘Your coffee, mistress', he said as he put it down on the bedside table.

‘Did you make yourself one?' she asked Tony.

‘No'.

‘Just as well', she responded, ‘since I didn't give you permission. You can stand at the foot of the bed while I drink my coffee.'

Tony did as he was told and walked to the end of the bed. Angela, watched him for a moment, savouring the control she had over him, relishing the feeling of power, wanting to exercise that power, to see it visibly manifested by experiencing Tony's unquestioning acceptance of her authority. While still lying in bed, she threw off the duvet. She was also naked since both of them always slept like that. Tony now had a good view of his mistress's naked body which she noticed he was happily devouring. Slowly and very lewdly, she spread her legs until it seemed impossible they could open any more. Tony's mouth already felt dry but as he watched the display, which he knew was for him and which he knew was a tease and would not result in any physical pleasure, it reached Gobi desert level.

‘What can you see?' Angela asked.

‘I can see your cunt', replied Tony.

‘Oh dear', she said, with an affected air of disappointment which she was unable to maintain for long because she was delighted by Tony's mistake and a wicked smile grew on her face. ‘You've just earned yourself two punishments, slave. What do you imagine you are going to be punished for?'

‘I'm sorry, mistress, I've no idea,' Tony said truthfully.

‘You've no idea? Oh dear, oh dear. If I were feeling vindictive I could award you another punishment for stupidity. But I am never vindictive, am I, slave?'

Tony knew this was a trick question, but he'd fallen for it once before so he knew the correct answer. ‘No mistress,' he said simply.

‘No, exactly, and I never punish you if you don't know what you are being punished for, do I? The whole point of punishment is to teach you how to behave, isn't it? So I'll explain. Your first misdemeanour was to look at me without permission. I told you to stand at the foot of the bed. I said nothing about looking at my naked body, did I?'

‘No mistress,' Tony replied feeling particularly stupid and humiliated that he was not allowed to admire his wife's body simply because she hadn't explicitly given him permission.

She just loved the way he accepted her explanation without demur. ‘When I want you to look at my body, I'll tell you,' she continued as if to clarify the point. ‘Your second mistake was to fail to eulogise about my cunt. Do I have a nice cunt, slave?'

‘Yes, mistress, you have a wonderful cunt.'

‘Exactly, so you should have said something like, "I can see your most magnificent and beautiful cunt," instead of which you said, "I can see your cunt," as if mine were ordinary or uninteresting. That was disrespectful and insulting and far worse than your first misdemeanour. You may expect an especially severe punishment for that, slave, do you understand?'

‘Yes, mistress,' said Tony as his cock stiffened a couple of degrees more at the thought of an especially severe punishment.

‘Good, well you will be punished after breakfast. You'd better go and prepare breakfast while I drink my coffee.'

Tony trotted happily off to prepare breakfast. He felt that the day had really got off to a good start and it looked like being a vintage session. Angela watched him go. It was so exciting to see this man who became a wimp at her hands, one of which moved to that same part of her anatomy that Tony had failed to describe in glowing enough terms, and she seriously thought about masturbating. But then she decided it was better to save it until later. She expected to have many opportunities for more exciting orgasms later on.

It was over breakfast that Angela dropped her bombshell. She was sitting at the kitchen table wearing her outfit - black leather thigh length boots, black leather Basque, back leather sleeves that started at the wrist and went just past the elbow, leaving the hands uncovered. And, in striking contrast, she wore a thin red leather thong that barely covered her crotch but was instead intended to reveal nearly all of it - to keep her slave aroused. She was slowly consuming her toast and coffee, or trying to, which was difficult because she was unusually nervous. Tony, on the other hand, had a bowl of cereal and milk on the floor which he was having to eat without the aid of a spoon. She was enjoying watching him from time to time. Amazingly he had managed not to spill anything on the floor so she would have to forego the pleasure of watching him lick it up. Her belly was still full of butterflies, being very apprehensive about the arrangements she had made, so she decided to get the announcement over and done with. Then, assuming Tony had not rebelled, she would have the possibility of eating her toast and coffee while they were still warm.

‘Slave, listen up! I've been thinking a lot about this slave-mistress thing recently and I've realised that this doesn't really work.' Tony's cock went limp as he contemplated the end of their occasional scenes. ‘Oh, I realise it works fine for you,' she went on. ‘You get to be abused, beaten and sexually frustrated all day long, but I only get intermittent bouts of excitement or pleasure. While you're tied up somewhere waiting for the next round of humiliation or punishment you're probably almost orgasmic with anticipation while I am just bored. And as for when I am whipping you, well, it is mildly amusing but I certainly do not get any direct stimulation from it. Unlike you!' None of this was actually true but she thought she'd delivered her lines in a convincing enough fashion. She paused to let this sink in and forced some toast and coffee down to overcome the urge to continue. She wanted Tony to be in suspense for a little while before clarifying everything. ‘Well, today all that is going to change. Today is going to be much more exciting, for both of us. You're going to be slaving in a completely new way and I'm going to get much more fun than before.'

Tony's cock began to rise again with the knowledge that his wife was not, after all, contemplating an end to their games.

‘Today your slaving will move into a whole new arena. You will be humiliated beyond your worst nightmares. You will suffer at new intensities. Your sexual frustration will break all previous records. And best of all - I'm going to enjoy today as never before. If I don't end the day completely satisfied I shall be most surprised.' She was watching him. She was revelling in his incomprehension and his fear of interrupting to ask for clarification. She tried to imagine the mixture of fear, excitement and curiosity that must be tearing him apart at that very moment. She consumed more toast and coffee. She was pleased that her voice had assumed its normal tone of arrogant authority that always went with her persona of ‘the mistress.' It did not betray her misgivings and unaccustomed lack of confidence that still dogged her, since she had yet to reach the nub of her announcement.

Eventually it was time to put them both out of their misery. ‘I have decided to take a second slave under my wing, so to speak, as I have worked out that this will give me a lot more opportunity to enjoy the day's activities. I let it be known that I was looking for a willing slave and over the last month, unknown to you, I have interviewed those who contacted me. I am pleased to say that there was one who I really think will work out well. The new slave will be arriving here shortly.'

Tony was completely gob-smacked. His jaw fell to his chest. He did not know what to think. For a moment his mind went into overdrive as he tried to imagine the fun to be had with a female slave. Then it crashed back into first gear as Angela's words travelled past that part of his brain that processed his penis and got to the bits that processed language and logic. What did his mistress have planned for two slaves that could not be done with one? She hadn't been explicit - could this new slave be another male rather than a female as he had first imagined? Why was the experience going to be so much more intense as she had strongly implied? Before he could think of anything to say, the door bell rang.

Angela looked at the clock and said, ‘Ah, that will be him. I told him to arrive at 8.30 sharp and I don't think he would be stupid enough to get that wrong on the first day. Go and let him in, slave!'

Tony dutifully got up off the floor and went to the front door. Careful to keep his naked body out of sight behind the solid wooden door, Tony opened it, put his head round the corner and said, ‘Hello, can I help you?' Standing before him was a handsome man about the same height and build as Tony but, whereas Tony was in his early forties, this man standing in front of him could not yet have seen his thirtieth birthday.

‘Hello, I am the new slave,' he said timidly.

Before Tony could answer, Angela, who had by now walked into the hall but had stayed well back and out of sight of anyone who might have been walking past in the street, said, ‘Come on in, slave, this is no time for idle chat!'

The new slave entered the hall and Tony closed the door. Angela was delighted. Tony had not reacted badly, which had been her worst fear. He was obviously surprised, she had seen that clearly in his face, but then she'd seen him experience several different emotions in quick succession, it not being clear to her what they were. She was watching him now. He had totally accepted the situation and there was no hint of an impending revolt.

‘This could get quite confusing', she said. ‘Two slaves both called "Slave." I think,' she said, turning to Tony, ‘I shall call you "Slave One," and,' turning to the newcomer, ‘I shall call you "Slave Two." And just what are you waiting for, Slave Two? I thought I made it perfectly clear at the interview that slaves are not allowed to wear any clothing in my presence from the moment they arrive to the moment they leave. Get them off!' Slave Two looked suitably aghast and dutifully complied with as much haste as he could. ‘You just earned your first punishment, Slave Two. Slave One, clear up the mess in the kitchen then join us in the dungeon.'

Tony and his wife were lucky enough to live in a house with a basement which Tony had fitted out as a first class dungeon. The door to the dungeon was usually kept locked to prevent the children exploring. Today, it was unlocked and Angela descended to the depths, respectfully followed by Slave Two. Tony cleared the breakfast things from the table, and his bowl from the floor, then joined them there.

‘Slave One, secure Slave Two to the hooks,' came the first command.

Tony needed no explanation of what was required. First, leather cuffs were buckled to Slave Two's wrists. In the middle of the room two ropes hung expectantly. They were threaded through pulleys which were fixed to steel hooks in the ceiling. On the ends of the ropes were quick-release clips, the sort mountaineers use, and Tony attached them to the metal rungs that were part of the leather cuffs. Finally, Tony pulled on the rope that emerged from the other end of the pulleys thereby pulling Slave Two's arms towards the ceiling. When Slave Two's body seemed to be well stretched, Tony tied off the rope to a nearby cleat fixed to the wall. Finally, Slave Two's legs were parted by the use of a leg spreader. Angela watched all this with considerable enjoyment. Usually she had to do it all but today she got to watch an attractive male body being stretched out, the muscles going taut, the legs being spread and - she liked this best - the handsome cock rising throbbingly above a cute little ball sack.

‘Well done Slave One. Go and fetch the whips for me', commanded his mistress who walked over to Slave Two and stood in front of him. He was standing remarkably upright and still. If Tony had pulled the rope any tighter, Slave Two's feet would have been off the floor. But she was no longer concerned with the suspension so much as the erection. His cock had become rigidly hard and was pointing towards her face.

‘What have we here?' she teased, gently grasping the cock in front of her. Slave Two let out an involuntary gasp as her fingers lightly stroked along its length. ‘You seem to have forgotten that this is to be your punishment, not a reward.' Slave Two tried to remain silent remembering what Angela had said about slaves not talking out of turn or interrupting or offering opinions and all that. ‘And now dumb insolence to add to the list of your crimes,' she continued. ‘I expect you to respond when I talk to you,' she said, and squeezed his dick hard.

‘Yes mistress, I'm sorry mistress', he replied, hurriedly. She'd confused him. He thought he was only allowed to talk when asked a direct question and he was sure she hadn't done that. Damn, this slave thing was going to be difficult to get the hang of.

‘That's better! And sorry you will be,' she promised.

By now, Tony had returned with the various whips that they had collected over the years. Angela turned to face him.

‘Slave Two has two punishments due to him. I think the first should be with the tawse. Slave One, I want you to pick up the tawse and when I say so, you will administer twenty slaps onto Slave Two's buttocks and thighs. Is that clear?'

‘Yes mistress', Tony replied.

There was one comfortable armchair in the dungeon and she went over and sat in it. From where it was positioned, she had a grandstand view of the proceedings.

‘Start', she said to Tony.

Tony walked round to the side of Slave Two and started hitting him with the tawse. He hit quite gently to begin with intending to make the slaps harder as he progressed.

‘What are you playing at, Slave One? This isn't a kindergarten. When I tell you to hit Slave Two with the tawse I didn't mean tickle him. Now get on with it. And that's another punishment for you for sloppy behaviour.'

Tony resumed the punishment with much harder slaps. Slave Two began to gasp as the stinging strokes landed on his sensitive flesh. Tony noticed that Slave Two did not have his eyes closed, as Tony usually did when he was being whipped, but had turned his head half to one side to look at Angela. When Tony looked at her himself, he was astonished to see that she was gently rubbing herself through her red thong while watching Tony beat the other slave. Her fingers moved up and down to the rhythm of the strokes on Slave Two's behind. Tony became so engrossed in this sight that he nearly lost count of the strokes he had handed out. Fortunately, he remembered to stop at twenty. Tony's wife got up out of the chair and walked round to inspect Slave Two's behind.

‘Yes, nice and red. Better leave that for the moment. Slave One. Go and fetch the nipple clamps.'

As Tony went to fetch the nipple clamps, his wife rubbed Slave Two's nipples until they stood erect from his chest. When satisfied with their engorged state, she returned to the armchair and resumed her position. Tony was instructed to fit the clamps to Slave Two. ‘Fit them on the tips, as far as possible away from his body. I want this to hurt.' As Tony released the clamps, one clamp viciously squeezing the end of each nipple, Slave Two's face initially showed a grimace of pain but within seconds he regained his composure. His cock, however, told another story. Whereas the beating with the tawse had left his erection somewhat soft, the application of the clamps brought about an immediate revival and within ten seconds Slave Two's cock was rigidly to attention once more.

Time passed with no sound from anyone in the room and Tony wondered how long Slave Two was going to have to endure the clamps.

‘When shall I take them off?' he tentatively asked.

‘I shall know when they have to come off, and then I will tell you,' his Mistress replied. ‘And don't try to second-guess me again, Slave One, or you'll earn another punishment.'

While Tony was wondering what Angela had meant he soon found out. Slave Two's composure began to crumble. It started with him gritting his teeth then rapidly his face disintegrated into a grimace of unendurable pain.

‘I think you can take them off now, Slave One,' she said. ‘But take them both off at the same time, for maximum effect.' And with no more ado than that, Tony quickly removed the clamps. Slave Two let out an involuntary scream as blood rushed back into his tortured flesh. The Mistress watched with amusement and, when Slave Two's agony had finally passed, Tony was ordered to let Slave Two down whereupon the positions reversed. Slave Two strung Tony up on the ropes. Slave Two was very strong and Tony found his arms pulled far more tightly than they ever had been when his wife had pulled the rope through the pulleys. Indeed, he had to stand on the balls of his feet to relieve the tension. With the leg spreader subsequently attached his toes hardly touched the floor, providing merely enough friction to prevent Tony swinging freely from his supports.

‘Slave One has three punishments coming to him and I think we can start with the parachute. Slave Two fetch me the parachute!' Slave Two was not too sure what the parachute was but once its purpose had been explained he had no difficulty in locating it. He brought the parachute from the wall where it was hanging on a small hook and as he handed it to the Mistress he noted with shock that the interior contained numerous small pin-pricks. Tony's wife fitted the device herself, quite expertly after many years of practice. The parachute was fixed around the top of Tony's scrotum next to his penis, with his balls underneath the parachute. Three chains hung limply from the edges joined to a weight bearing ring, waiting to be put to use.

‘Slave Two fetch the three kilogram weight from the box over in the far corner.'

Tony's eyes fill with horror.

‘But Mistress ....'

‘Silence, Slave One,' she shouted at Tony. Then turned and said, ‘Slave Two stop where you are.'

Tony had wanted to remind her that they had never used more than the two kilo weight and he was genuinely fearful of the damage that three kilos may impart, but she clearly did not want to hear him speak. And now, Tony would never be able to tell her because she fitted the inflatable gag and inflated it to fully fill his mouth, leaving him unable to make any but the feeblest grunts and moans.

‘Continue Slave Two', she said as she went back to repose in her armchair.

Slave Two found the three kilo weight and returned to Tony whose eyes would have been out on stalks of horror were it physically possible. He had lifted the three kilo weight in his hands and knew how heavy it was. Sure, he had read on the internet of men who had endured much more weight but they were not him. He had tried to apply it once to himself as an experiment but had been unable to take his hands away completely. His limit would have been reached. He looked at his mistress who sat calmly in her chair with just a hint of a grin. Did she really want to damage him? Slave Two was now next to Tony and was in the process of kneeling in order to fix the weight. Tony tried to shout through the gag but only a meaningless grunt emerged. The weight had a small hook which would clip onto the ring beneath the parachute and, as Slave Two reached to attach the weight, Angela interrupted.

‘On second thoughts, we'd better stick to the two kilo weight. Please fetch it, Slave Two.'

A wave of grateful relief washed over Tony and he realised that this had been a very clever play by his mistress. He began to see why she had brought another slave into their game because she could not have played this scene so convincingly on her own. It would have been obvious from her body language that she didn't actually intend to attach it. However, when the weight was about to be attached by somebody else, somebody who had no idea of what Tony's body could actually bear, there were no hesitations, no play acting. There was no doubt in Tony's mind but that the other slave would have obeyed Angela and attached that weight given just one more second. ‘Very clever', he thought to himself. ‘Nice mind fuck.'

The two kilo weight was attached and Slave Two stood back. The familiar pains filled Tony's body, one feeling as if his guts were being ripped out through his groin and the other as if his ball sack were being shredded by hot knives. Angela studied him from her armchair as if looking at a statue in a museum.

‘This display is too static', she said. ‘Slave Two pull the weight outwards until it makes an angle of about 45 degrees then let it go.'

Slave Two did as he was told. The weight began to swing like a pendulum between Tony's legs. As it reached the bottom of each swing, the pull on Tony's balls was increased far beyond what he was used to and the pain almost became unbearable but it immediately lessened as it swung up on the other arc. It might even have been equivalent to three kilos, thought Tony. But he appreciated that the increased weight lasted only an instant. Backwards and forwards it swung. Tony's face crumpled each time the weight swung through the bottom of the arc. Gradually, the size of the arc reduced and when it finally came to a stop, Slave Two was commanded to remove the weight and the parachute.

‘I think we'll move on to the riding crop for punishment two. Slave Two, administer twenty strokes with the riding crop and don't be too lenient unless you want to earn another punishment for yourself.'

Slave Two picked up the riding crop and Tony closed his eyes and he usually did, waiting for the first stroke to land. Slave Two did not start immediately and Tony wondered why not and why his mistress had not admonished him for wasting time. Tony waited, wondering what was going on when, suddenly, and without warning, he received an enormous lash of the crop on his buttocks. It was not just the tab on the end that hit but the full shaft, like a cane. The force of the stroke shot him forward lifting his toes completely off the ground and the surprise shot his eyes open. He was even more surprised at what he then saw. His mistress had taken off her red thong and was sitting with her legs well spread. She was openly fingering herself, alternately sliding two fingers into her hole as far as she could push them and then sliding the lubricated fingertips delicately over her clitoris. As the riding crop smacked onto Tony's buttocks so the fingers were rammed into her cunt; as the crop was raised in preparation for the next stroke so the lubricated fingers glided over her swollen bud. Tony could not take his eyes off this sight even as Slave Two laid into him. Without looking, he also knew that Slave Two was getting a full view of the same shockingly lewd scene. All this time, Angela was staring at Tony, knowing that he was fascinated by her fingers, excited by the view, shocked by her exhibitionism, completely unable to avert his eyes.

‘Slave Two, stop for a moment.'

She walked over to Tony and removed the gag.

‘Slave One, what were you looking at?'

‘I was … I was looking at you fingering your magnificent cunt, mistress,' Tony replied remembering to use a glowing adjective to describe her body and thinking thereby to avoid a further punishment.

‘And what are you being punished for?'

‘Er ... ,' he started to say, and his face dropped as he realised what had happened. ‘Looking at your body without permission and not referring to your most wonderful cunt in flattering enough terms, mistress.'

‘Well I'm glad to see you have learnt one of the lessons even if you haven't yet learnt the other.' Then in a whisper, ‘Slave One, you are to watch me fingering myself for the remainder of your whipping. You have, of course, earned another punishment so you may as well get full benefit from your delinquency.'

She went back to her armchair before saying, ‘Slave Two, you'd better keep going for thirty strokes as I need to make up for lost ground.'

Tony just registered Slave Two's mandatory, ‘yes mistress,' before the first of the remaining strokes landed on the back of his thighs and his wife's fingers resumed their lustful dance over her groin. The lascivious display by his wife ensured that Tony's cock remained at full stiffness throughout the beating. By the time Slave Two had finished the thirty, very hard strokes, Tony had almost reached his limit, both physically and mentally.

His mistress walked over to Tony. Slowly she raised the fingers she had used on herself until they were under Tony's nose. He could smell her scent, something that always aroused him: the smell of sex, the smell of excitement.

‘Would you like to taste this?' she asked, teasingly.

‘Yes, mistress', Tony replied.

‘Then stick out your tongue, Slave One.'

She slowly wiped her fingers on Tony's tongue then commanded him to put his tongue back. He hated it and loved it at the same time. He always loved her taste but he knew deep down that this might be his only taste. He could never know if she would grant him further access that day or if she might just torment and tease him.

‘Did you like that, Slave One?'

‘Yes mistress', came Tony's reply.

She moved away from Tony to stand in front of Slave Two. Without breaking eye contact with Slave Two, her hand went down to the darkness between her legs. Slowly she inserted her fingers once more to coat them in her juices then lifted them up to Slave Two's nose.

‘Stick out your tongue', she said to Slave Two, without asking him what he might want, and once again she wiped her fingers on the outstretched tongue.

‘Did you like that, Slave Two?'

‘Oh mistress, the taste of your body was quite magnificent.' Slave Two was not completely comfortable with the idea of using words like "cunt" to describe parts of her body, so chose the safe option.

‘I am glad to see that Slave Two has some manners even if Slave One still has not', she said looking sternly at Tony. ‘Very well, Slave Two, you can have more of that. I think we'll leave Slave One hanging by his arms for the moment to contemplate his manners. Follow me Slave Two!', and with that she led Slave Two to her armchair.

She sat down, spread her legs and then said to him, ‘you may lick the honey pot until I say stop.'

Tony, hanging helplessly from the hooks in the ceiling, his cock almost at bursting point, the smell of her juices still fresh in his nostrils, was forced to watch as Slave Two licked his wife to her first orgasm.