My husband is a well-respected surgeon in our community, with a reputation for being egotistical and demanding. That's a stereotype about surgeons that often is true!

But when he walks through the door at night, I have my ways of reminding him that I'm the dominant one in our household.

Whenever my husband requires discipline, or some intimate sort of medical attention, (necessary or not), I take his hand and lead him into a special room off our bedroom that is accessible through our walk-in closet.

Inside is a luxurious sex den for almost every imaginable scenario. The one I'll share with you involves an iron hospital bed, an adjustable examination table, a metal cabinet full of toys. We even have an IV pole. It is here that my good doctor is ordered to strip naked as I lounge in a chair. Over his protests, (mostly acting, I think) I act out whatever fantasy I've been imagining about him -and I have a very active imagination.

He must do as I say, as he is powerless to stop me if he wants continued access to my tight pussy, eager, sucking mouth, firm uptilted tits, and willing, deep asshole.

He never refuses me.

He lies with his head in my lap, my blouse undone, bra slid up, nipples only inches from his lips. He is permitted to suckle me only if I say so. I presenting him my breast by leaning forward a bit, letting the rubbery stiff nipple graze his lips until I allow him to latch on firmly. He relaxes, moans and suckles my breast vigorously, like a baby, so I have him lie like one, on his back. I require him to draw up his knees and spread them wide. He must hold that tightly curled position to keep his cock, balls and anus readily and completely available to me at all times or else I will insert a penile catheter, or a ginger suppository that will cause his anus and rectum to itch without relief.

If he is judged suitably docile, he must complete whatever penance I demand. For example, he is sometimes made to repeat what it was that upset me, apologizing to "Mistress Nurse" for his bad behavior.

He must continue to list every humiliating detail of his transgression. I indicate my approve of his apology by slowly and fully inserting a series of anal dilators. I allow him to see as I grease each one, then hold his uptilted thighs as I plunge each firmly into place, gently, deeply moving them in and out as he speaks.

He must continue with the self-depreciating speech unless I order him to be silent, or unless he starts to say funny things that threaten to break the mood.

If that happens, I quiet him effectively by mutely replacing my nipple in his mouth, something the big baby just can't resist! I sometimes order him to stimulate and suckle my breasts as I work the next size dilator into his well- greased asshole, whispering that he is to keep his mouth and his ass well plugged for me.

I continue moving up the set of dilators until his asshole is able to accept the largest one, a true monster that he can never take without sweating. Finally, it is seated deep within him, and I slowly stroke his cock, caressing his tightly-exposed balls, gently rubbing the space just underneath, feeling with my fingers how widely he is stretched, whispering to him how his asshole is going to hold that big dilator as long as I say is necessary, as Mistress Nurse knows best.

When he relaxes, adjusts to this huge intrusion, he is ready for my own special treat. I withdraw the largest dilator very slowly, fucking his ass with it from time to time, gently pumping his cock. I enjoy looking when it is withdrawn to see his gaping asshole.

Then I slowly insert three well-greased fingers, quickly followed by a fourth, holding them apart wide, again fucking him. I add more lube, twist my fist slightly to work it in, and hold it there, at the widest point, stroking his erect cock and demanding that he relax his stretched asshole so I can fist him well up into his ass. When I have my hand inside of him up to my wrist, I order him to ride on it until his cum shoots up in an arc.

He is not permitted to complain.

Often after I remove my fist, again grease his sore and stretched asshole with an astringent containing alum to draw his bud together again. I order him onto his hands and knees, forehead on the table, knees spread almost flat, then shine a bright medical light on his asshole, ordering him to flex it until it is again tightly closed. While he does this, rhythmically, I clip on nipple clamps and gather his balls tight to his cock, then slip on a cock ring.

"I am going to give you the ass fucking your big stretchy asshole needs just now, Doctor."

I walk around to where he can barely see me in one of the dominatrix outfits I wear for these sessions. It usually is something made of black leather or latex that leaves my breasts pushed up and bare, and allows him to unsnap strategic panels over my ass and pussy, should I ever allow him that sort of liberty.

His favorite outfit is a tight vinyl corset with garters and stockings - with breasts pushed up above, and shaved pussy accessible to his eager tongue below.

Certainly he is not to be permitted such privileges on this occasion! He is allowed only to raise his eyes as I stand in front of him and slowly strap on a big curved dildo, wider at the head than the largest dilator but not quite as big as my fist. I coat it with thick white grease that has a gentle menthol to it, one that will soothe the interior walls of his rectum, and stimulate him slightly.

I look deeply into his sex-glazed eyes then, silently, slowly inserting a thick red cock-shaped lollipop past his lips, well back into his mouth, filling it almost to the point of gagging. I tie it to his head firmly, ordering him to suck it steadily when I say so.

"I want to see those candy balls jumping."

When his mouth is well plugged, and I can see the red candy phallus start moving in his baby mouth, I separate his ass cheeks until the reddened middle pink shows, slowly inserting the head of the big dildo just an inch, fucking him with the wide part, pulling back his head by the hair so he bucks up, and then plunging the long thick shaft home deeply, roughly and repeatedly, a full 10 inches fucking him, again and again, making him grunt the thrusts as he sucks the lollipop as part of his humiliation and punishment.

"Like being fucked up the ass, don't you, baby boy?" I ask him, fisting his cock in my hand as I work the dildo in his ass with the other.

I have so many dildos in so many shapes, that he has never had them all, and seldom has any particular one inside him on more than one occasion. He never knows how big the cock up his ass will be, or whether it will vibrate or curve. I like the big two-headed dildo. I unsnap the black panel over my pussy and assholes, then let him watch as I slide that bad boy deep into my pussy. There's a little bump on my side that rubs my clitty the right way once we get going.

The other fat side of course slides easily into his willing asshole, swollen and sore now, but still by no means finished. His moans and the slow rocking of his hips lets me know he wants this big wand to fuck him; to gently massages his prostate. I fuck him slowly up the ass, fisting his aching cock. "Spurt for me now, baby..." I whisper urgently in his ear as my own orgasm nears. "Give mamma that big milky shot." I remove the lolli only then, unplugging his mouth so I can hear his cry as the series of spasms rocks him. Then, I let go myself, but only if it feels right. As with most master/slave intervals, these sex rituals are really more for the slave. If he's really been a bad, arrogant doctor, we aren't finished.

On the evening of our next big work-related function together, he meekly reports to me for a series of large-volume enemas that he receives on his back, his legs stretched well above him, hooked into leather loops hanging from the ceiling.

He must retain his enema while I butt-fuck him with a gently vibrating dildo that usually has his beautifully-veined 7-inch thick uncut cock standing at attention in no time. (Not bad for a man in his 40s!). He knows the rule: He must not lose a drop until given permission to void.

After he is cleaned out, I grease up a fat jelly butt plug that I plunge home and fuck him with until it's well seated. He loves it. It is deliciously wiggly but snug and widens his hole about an inch and a half - respectable but not impressive.

The plug is equipped with leather straps that wind around his legs and snap onto a thin waistband. I force him to lie on his back to receive it, pushing his knees far backwards and again hooking his heels into the overhead loops that are behind his head.

This way, his asshole is pointing straight up at the ceiling, I like to stretch it wide with two fingers and look inside with a flashlight from this position, making sure to slowly stretch and lubricate it thoroughly.

I secure the straps tightly in place, as he must wear it snugly inside his asshole all evening while we go out with his business associates. He generally pretends to protest that he can't go up and receive an award at a $600-a-plate fundraiser and give an acceptance speech wearing a jelly plug in his ass. I then threaten to make it a vibrating jelly plug.

"You must wear it. I wouldn't want you going out with your ass unplugged, perhaps being filled by someone. It wouldn't be safe." This kind of nonsense actually makes him moan. People who see my Armani-clad husband holding hands with his petite wife could never guess that he is claimed, plugged, mine.

He stands tall, with assurance, laughing easily. I have his suits cut specially to hide his erection behind a special panel, and I often have slipped a cock ring on him, just to keep things under control.

I often wonder as he stands, secretly controlled by me even as he discusses the latest in surgical strategy with his colleagues, why he so enjoys my domination of him. Perhaps it is a welcome release from the pressures of being so in control on such important matters in his business affairs. I don't know, and I don't presume to analyze him.

I just enjoy that my handsome man loves being my sexual plaything, while I enjoy the role reversal and power that my own role as housewife and mother don't usually afford me, even among the presumably enlightened. Or perhaps it is just his love gift to me.

Whatever the reason, I dress elegantly and keep myself in tight shape to be his dominatrix as well as his devoted wife, growing aroused at the knowledge that his most private bodily functions are under my control, as is his manhood and his asshole.

For his part, he never betrays by any action that he is wearing a big phallus or a tight cock ring or nipple clamps. We hold hands, and make smalltalk with our friends. When he brings me another glass of champagne or covers my shoulders with a wrap, sometimes I lean in close and breathe very softly into his ear:

"Is your ass still good and full with that big fat cock? Do you like it filling up, stretching up your hole? I want to see you rock back on it for me now."

Onlookers might assume he's just shifting his weight as he obeys. He never betray his true action as we make small talk and share our naughty, delicious secret.

Only when we get home, and he's taken off his suit, hung it up, removed all his clothes and then likewise removed and hung up all of mine can he turn obediently to his wifey to be unharnessed.

I loosen the straps around his legs, lying back and ordering him to lower his erect cock into my mouth. I then reach back between his legs and grasp the back of the phallus, giving him a good fucking in his now-sore ass as I suck him off.

When I no longer wish to play, he is ordered to lie naked on our bed, then to again drawn his knees up like a baby about to be diapered, once again exposing his intimate parts to me.

I slowly remove the big fat butt plug, then tenderly insert a thin nozzle to apply a soothing unguent to the walls of his poor sore, stretched rectum. I use only two fingers to rub it well into his walls, gently massaging his poor prostate while my long hair drapes over his chest and my bare nipples tease his back.

"There now, now...that feels so good, doesn't it? Mmm...hmmm?"

Ours is an equal opportunity kink-fest, as we both enjoy the top and bottom roles by turn. I never know when my medicine man is going to walk in the door, come up behind me and cradle me in his arms, then whisper something unspeakably filthy - and pussy-joltingly exciting - into my ear.

I can't wait !