I'm a wife who dominates her husband. Early in our relationship I could tell he was nothing more than a pathetic little submissive bitch. I've always had a dominant streak myself, so this seemed to work out perfectly. After only a couple dates, I instructed him that he would be moving in with me, he would be quitting his job and that his sole purpose in life would be making me happy. We developed a BDSM relationship that has become very heavy on the bondage and discipline. Most days while I'm at work I have him dressed as a sissy maid, doing all the housework and chores, even doing the grocery shopping in his frilly little outfits. Some days I will tie him up and leave him in a dark closet where he has nothing more to do than think about how to please me.
Domestic discipline is our way of life. We treasure our s&m lifestyle and live it 24/7. On the rare occasion that he does displease me, I am forced into discipline and extreme painful bondage. If I determine that this is something I can deal with quickly, I will resort to over the knee spanking, where I pull up his little skirt, pull down his panties and throw him across my lap, with his cock trapped between my knees. I then administer bare-hand spanking on his upturned ass until it glows a glorious, bright, shade of red. Even though he whimpers and cries like a six-year-old girl, his hard dick throbs and drips his boy juice down my legs, telling me that he loves every swat.
If I decide that a harsher punishment is necessary, I may resort to whips, canes, floggers, crops or paddles. These sadomasochism sessions can last for hours, with me putting him through all sorts of torture and humiliation. He needs to know his place in my world.
Sometimes when I'm feeling extremely frisky, I will indulge myself in a nice round of cock and ball torture, or as it's more commonly known... CBT. My nipples are getting hard just thinking about it. I have a special bench that I strap him to fully exposing his genitals. There's even a butt-plug mounted on the bench that thoroughly holds them in place. Once I have them completely secured, his cock and balls are at my mercy.
I'll begin smacking his soft dick around with a leather slapper. His penis is not soft for long. It quickly jumps to full erection and throbbing with blood. I smack his ballsack around like a punching bag. Each attack on his testicles makes him wince and jerk around, until tears are running down his face.
Next up are the heavy, battery type clips. I run them up both sides of his cock until it is so filled with blood, it looks as if it's about to explode. At this point, I will normally take a break and go attend to other things, leaving him there. Once I return, he's begging for release, from both the bonds and his boy cream.
It's at this point I remove all the clamps and begin dripping the scalding, hot wax. As the wax splashes his genitals, his cock jumps until he can't hold back anymore and he erupts, spewing ropes of cum high into the air. I now have to punish him for losing control, so we get to start all over again.