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It Hurts So Good

    I have recently showed my wife some of the articles in P&W and she has
asked me to submit an erotic story to you for publication. I also give you
permission to allow those who wish to contact me to do so. My wife suggested I
use the name "domestic". I have shared with her my strong desire to be owned
by her in any way she wishes. When I first started to tell her about my needs
she obliged me as a kind of favor. But as time passed she became aware how
useful my needs might be to her and became more enthusiastic about obliging
them. She has suggested that I write about some of our times together. The
following is not literally true however most of the material is taken from
real incidents. At least once a month my wife tells me not to make any plans
for the weekend. This is to let me know that she has plans for me.
    For instance last weekend I came home to find her dressed in manner
guaranteed to get me motivated. She wore her highest shiny black leather heels
over black fishnet pantyhose. Her body was encased in a cinched corset over
which she wore a cute little mini skirt. Her breasts were bare. She was
loosely holding a riding crop I had bought her for these weekends.
    I couldn't help but blush from excitement, as she smiled and whispered to
me "Get prepared!". Getting prepared is a ritual in which I bind myself while
she watches and instructs. I am always required to bind my genitals and this
weekend was no different. First I strip naked and with a fairly thin nylon
rope I tightly circle my waist; then run the line between my legs from front
to back and on each side of my genitals. Starting at the base of my now
throbbing member I tightly wind the rope around my shaft from the root to the
tip. My wife insists on neatness. The wrap must be consistently tight and
even. If it displeases her in any way she has me undo it and start again. When
I approach the head of my penis I loosely warp the rope underneath the anchor
cord running between my legs and back around the top part of my shaft. I leave
perhaps 2 or 3 inches of slack. I then warp the remaining line around the cord
running from the head of my penis to the cord on my stomach tightening the
loop just under the head. The effect is to anchor my tightly bound throbbing
prick an inch or two in front of my body.
    At this point she asked me to kiss her. My excitement is contagious to
her. I could smell her body warming as I kissed and nuzzled her neck. Her
breathing became shallow. Making out with her like this is a kind of torture
in itself since as I become more excited the ropes bite a little harder.
Knowing I can't consummate my lust only seems to heighten it.
    After some time she said, "Stop now. I want you in your high collar,
wrist and ankles manacles." The high collar is a leather fetter I built for
myself made of the double layer of thickest cow hide I could find. It is
highest at the back of the neck (about 7 inches) and tapers as necessary near
the adam's apple at the throat. Sandwiched in between is a reinforcing
flexible steel sheet. The effect is to hold my head high; I am unable to turn
my head when I am wearing this collar. The collar locks in back with two
padlocks. The manacles are standard fair. Between my hands my wife ordered me
to lock a one foot chain and between my ankles a mere 6 inches.
    "Don't you look nice, love", she teased as I finished locking the collar
around my neck. For a moment she simply gazed at my helpless body. I never
know what to do with my hands when I'm bound like this. The slack the chain
affords is not long enough to allow me to let them hang naturally by my sides.
Besides the chain always seems to get caught in the rope binding my prick.
Holding them up seems sort of foolish too. I stood nervously before her
acutely aware of my wifes smiling eyes. "Turn around now". I did as she asked.
When I faced her again I felt an incredible urge to make love to her. She
toyed with the key to the padlocks. She wore them on a thin silver chain which
hung between her gorgeous breasts.
    "Well, you are suitably dressed for a weekend of slavery and there is
plenty around here for you to do. Why don't you start by making a fire", she
directed. She picked up a book from the side table and began to read. Of
course chained as I was I could only manage the smallest of steps. I moved
myself over to the wood basket. All the wood was gone.
    "I'm afraid there isn't enough wood here to make a fire", I told her.
"Well I'm sure there's more in the shed", she stated without looking up from
her book. "You don't really expect me to go outside like this to get more
wood". Here voice became a little chillier. "I expect you to build me a fire
now and without delay. Don't make me ask you again". She picked up the crop
stepped over to me a delivered three sharp blows to my ass. "Get going!". We
have developed an understanding about pain. I don't really find it
stimulating. My wife likes it. Our understanding is that it is only used when
I displease her in some way. The way she looks at it I regulate the amount of
pain I recieve by how obedient I am. I immediately shuffled toward the back
door with the wood basket. I am fortunate that we live in a suburban area
outside of the city and that it was already dark out. As I made my way toward
the shed I could see Mrs. Rosiere in her kitchen at her sink. The next door
neighbors dog gave me quite a start when it started barking at the shadow
lurking back toward the house. The fire was soon made.
    "Clean the bathroom now." She was still reading and I was hoping she
might be interested in something else. "Be thorough. The medicine cabinet is
disgusting. I want those shelves cleaned. Polish the porcelan and wash the
floor. I may take a bath later". She looked up at me. I stood before her in
obvious discomfort. After a few moments she said, "Ok you may speak with
impunity now. What is going on?".
    I flushed, "I'm so turned on baby. Can't we huh ..." She cut me off.
"When I'm ready. I'm not interested now." I stammered, "Well don't you think I
could be a little more productive if I wasn't quite so restricted. This collar
is a bit much and couldn't I have a little more slack in these chains." "Don't
worry love. I'll motivate you." She picked up her crop. "Look. You didn't have
to do this. When you came home you could've said 'not tonight honey'. But
instead you locked yourself in my chains. Now I own you. You don't get any say
unless I allow it. When we first started this game I didn't really know what
to think. Now I like it. I don't have to do any chores I don't want to. I love
that. And you do too! Right now I want the bathroom spotless. I don't want you
to speak unless spoken to. You'll address me a 'Princess' this weekend. You
will obey me without hesitation from this time forward or suffer the
consequences. Do you understand?" "Yes Princess." "If you do as your told I
might later give you what you so obviously want", she teased looking toward my
bound swollen member. "Right now I want a spotless bathroom. When your
finished come back down and I'll tell you what to do next. Now get busy and
thank me for it" "Yes Princess, Thank you Princess", I replied and made my way
toward the stairs.
    The chain between my ankles was not long enough for me to step from one
stair to the next. I had to brace myself on the stair with my hands while I
hopped up each step with my feet together. I emptied the medicine cabinet and
scrubbed it down. I had years of accumulated crusted medicines on the shelves
and on the back. I then got to work on the sink bath and toilet. My wife is
very particular about the porcelain. She likes it to be cleaned first with a
bathroom cleaner like Comet but then she likes me to rinse the abrasive stuff
off the surfaces very carefully. This required at least two full "rinses"
after the initial scrubbing. She likes me to do the floor tile on hands and
knees rather then with a mop. My wife says I do a better job that way. She
also teases that it brings out the 'slave' in me. As I finish up the final
tiles I feel how tired my body is already yet I am somehow oddly refreshed.
I've spent over an hour and a half on the bathroom. I return to my wife still
sitting on the sofa, dressed to kill.
    "Clean up the bedroom now while I take my bath. Change the sheets and
vacuum under the bed. You may as well start a laundry." "Yes Princess". As I
went about my task I could hear my love in the bathroom running the water and
luxuriating in the tub while I as quickly as I could did has she had asked.
Moving the laundry and vacuum up and down the stairs is one of the the most
tedious chores. When I had finished the room my wife was again reading by the
fire. "Put another log on the fire and get me a glass of rose." "Yes
Princess." I stoked the fire and brought her her wine. She looked me over
enjoying my obvious desire for her. "I would like my manicure now", she said.
I knew nothing about manicures before I met my wife. She has taught me so much
about many new things. "Yes Princess" and I went to retrieve the manicure set
as she switched on the TV.
    As my lover watched the news I kneeling before her trimmed buffed and
polished her nails. Touching her hands as her bound servant thrilled me beyond
description. I was absolutely turned on but was not permitted to do anything
about it. "Turn off these lights now and kneel here beside me". I did as I was
told. She unlocked my hands and turned me around locking them together behind
me. Then we began to kiss. She whispered, "I love you like this." She sat up
in front of me with her legs to either side of my kneeling body. "Don't touch
me with your prick", she commanded. Her hands roamed across my body. My mind
raced. She fondled my balls. "You may kiss my breasts now", she breathed. With
her hands on the back of my neck she gently quided my face across the breasts
I hungrily licked and sucked. Her gentle breathing turned into a soft moan. My
prick was ready to explode. After what seemed an eternity she said, "Smell
what your doing to me." She then stood up and lifted her taffeta mini shirt.
The fish net shockings she wore had a convienient hole around her pussy. She
wore no panties. Her aroma was obvious. I deeply breathed in her intoxicating
scent. I so much wanted to fuck her.
    She sat down and shifted her pelvis up to the edge of the sofa. "You may
now touch the tip of you prick again my body. Do not touch my body with those
ropes. With my tongue in her mouth I gingerly pushed my prick toward the hole.
I felt the dampness of her warm lips touch the exposed head of my cock. "Push
it in just a little , but be careful not to go to far." I gently pushed
forward and felt her lips gently grab just the tip of my cock. "No more...oh
you feel so good...whatever you do don't come. In fact stop moving." She then
began to fondle her own breasts. "Why don't you tell me how you feel", she
whispered. "I love you my darling,", I started. " I feel so lucky to have
found you. I'm so turned on. I just want to push myself inside you. I love
expressing how much I love you by serving you in any way you wish." I began to
tell her I would do anything if she would let me come inside her gently
pushing in and out the head of my swollen member. Her breathing increased. I
felt out of control as I pushed further inside her coaxed on by her breathing.
Clearly the ropes were touching her pussy but she didn't seem to mind. It was
all I could do to prevent myself from coming.
    After a few minutes of this she interrupted me and asked gently, "What
did I ask you to do about moving?". The blood drained from my face. "You asked
me not to move or touch you with my ropes", I admitted. "But while you're
telling me you would do anything for my favors you disobeyed me on both
counts. What am I to do with you?", she smiled wickedly. "I think you need
some time to meditate on your disobedience". She reached over to pick up a
three foot long pole with large eyelets at either end. "Do not speak until I
give explicit permission. Do you understand?". I nodded yes as best I could in
the collar. She then removed the chain which ran between my ankles and locked
one end of the pole and my ankles together. After having me kneel up off the
backs of my legs she attached the other end to one of locks on my high collar.
I could barely move. She also attached another chain to my bounds hands and
pulled them up high in my back attaching the other end to the collar I pleaded
with my eyes but she ignored me smiling at my predicament.
    She pulled her skirt up exposing her sweet pussy again and fondled
herself while looking me over. "Your prick certainly does get you in a lot of
trouble" she commented nesling her fingers inside her gentle rubbing her love
button. "No use having your trouble interrupt my pleasure." Her breathing
became hard now. With her lubricated hand she brushed the tip of my prick. I
squirmed begging with my eyes for release. "You a quite the sexy sight." Her
body was rising now as she confided, "I'm very close lover." I fought
helplessly against the pole and the chains. Her eyes gleamed as the first wave
hit her. "Oh God I love you." Her face flushed but she kept her eyes open as
her body shuttered. Looking directly into my eyes she calmly stated, "I'm
coming right now". Her hand was wet. After a few moments her body went limp
and she leaned back into the sofa. I was lost with desire. After a few minutes
she sat up. "Christ that was great. I'll bet you're wishing you had a little
more self control."
    She got up and went to the kitchen returning with another glass of wine.
"Ok sweetheart I want you over there in the corner. Move it." She picked up
her whip. I could barely move yet I began to turn around and inching my knees
forward move in the direction where she had pointed to. What was she doing.
Without warning she struck me from behind. I yelped but somehow managed to
move faster. My knees were hurting. I tried to look back at her but I couldn't
with that damn collar on. She struck again. Christ ok I thought to myself, I'm
moving as fast as I can. She brought over a pillow and dropped on the floor in
the corner of the room as a pad for my knees. "Face the corner, darling. I
want you to meditate on obedience. You have to learn that when you're in my
collar you will obey me completely. You are to remain quiet without squirming
here until I say different". My knees were burning. "You may answer me now". I
faced the corner. "Thank you Princess... Couldn't I just say I'm sorry?" "Well.
Are you?" "Oh God yes. I am very sorry. I am sorry that I couldn't control
my desire for you. It wasn't deliberate disobedience I promise you. Oh Please
Princess I was just so excited I really couldn't help myself." "Well we'll see
if that something we can't correct. Maybe you can learn to control yourself.
Why don't you think on that while you're here in the corner. That was very
exciting for me. Are you still excited?" "Oh Yes Princess I am." "Too bad. I'm
finished with you for now. Maybe later if your good". "Oh come on." "I'm now
bored with your protests." "Yes Princess. How long Princess?" "We'll see."
    She turned on the TV. I stared at the wall. She watched a couple of
sitcoms then the some nature show on channel 2. For while I didn't know what
she was doing. Then I could hear she was reading a book. Come on I've been
good, I thought to myself. After a few minutes I passed the time counting the
pages. When I'm bound for a long period of time I make up little mind games to
pass the time. However these thoughts are interrupted by my remembering the
situation I'm in which, even while suffering, never fails to make me hard. I
counted 41 page flips before I heard her stand up and go upstairs. My knees
were killing me even with the pillow and my back was aching from my being
forced into this unnatural posture. And my shoulder and neck were sore from
the collar and the strain of having my arms pulled high up my back. Still I
was incredibly turned on. I was at her complete mercy. I knew that if I spoke
I would only get it worse. I was not allowed to move. She came back
downstairs, did something in the kitchen and then returned to her book. How
long did she think I could stand this? Another 10 page flips. "Turn around",
she ordered. I did. "My goodness you're still hard. You never cease to amaze
me. I must say you're very easy to please. Do you think you can do better now
at doing exactly as I tell you." "Yes Princess", My voice was shaking. "I
think you can too", she cooed. In a moment I'm going to let you go. You'll put
your chains away and go upstairs and wash yourself meticulously. Then I want
you to get ready for bed. You have a big day tomorrow. The floors need waxing
and its time to clean the oven again. All my shoes need polishing and there's
a ton of laundry. Don't forget to do my underwear by hand this time." "No
Princess. I won't forget" "You'll need your rest. I want you in night collar
and cuffs. Ankles too. Leave the key on the night table. Understand?" "Yes
Princess". I was on the edge on tears. "Night collar and cuffs" means I lock a
relatively thin collar with 6 inch connecting chains to cuffs locked around my
wrists. My wife likes to be sure I don't touch myself at night while allowing
me the possibility of sleep. She says it keeps me motivated. She then came
over to me and unlocked my hands. She handed me the key. I did exactly as I
was told. You may wonder why. I have to tell you that I feel very loved when
my wife indulges my unusual needs and it excites me even more knowing that she
gets something from it. I was very tired and was sound asleep when she came to


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