{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"ed66d635-e081-4f2a-9b92-8d4083f6f652","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-03-20T16:58:26.379Z","title":"My Wife's Birthday","slug":"my-wifes-birthday","shortId":"R7isAbkc","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A husband loses his safeword and right to consent for what he thinks is only his wife's birthday...","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"47e16677-f18a-4247-ae19-6ac2af145b1b","title":null,"summary":"\nMy Wife’s Birthday\n\n\nI have been the slave of my\nwife for over a decade. Our relationship, in BDSM ","wordCount":3647,"readTime":18,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nMy Wife’s Birthday

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\nI have been the slave of my\nwife for over a decade. Our relationship, in BDSM terms, started out\nlight to begin with. But, over the years, our activities have become\nstronger. I have gone from spanking and clothes pegs on the nipples\nto whipping, temporary piercing of my nipples, hot wax, and other\npainful things. But, recently, we have reached my limit, and I have\nfound myself using my safe word more and more often. It is something\nwhich has annoyed Jean – my wife – as I know that she wants to go\nfurther, from sane, safe and consensual into real torture. She has\nreally become a sadist over the years, and I know that such things\nturn her on. She has tried videos of cock torture, but has started to\nclaim that the domme is not harsh enough on the submissive. We don’t\nwatch soft videos, but ones of needles through the actual testicles,\nthat sort of stuff. The fact that my wife is turned on by such\nextreme stuff is scary. But it is also sexy in a way, knowing that my\nwife is capable of inflicting far more pain than I actually suffer. \n

\n Well, for my wife’s\nfortieth birthday I decided for a big leap. I told her that, for her\nbirthday, for one day only I would get rid of my safe word, and that\nshe could gag me and do whatever she wanted to me, with no\nrestrictions. It was scary to say that, but it was also a turn on, as\nI had no idea just what she would do, with complete freedom. I saw\nher eyes light up, but she would not say what she had planned. \n

\n I should say that we are\nnow independently wealthy, following a large win on the Euromillions.\nWe have both retired from our former occupations, although we did not\ndo so until the Covid lockdowns. But it had seemed to be a sign.\nSince then, we have converted a spare room into a sound-proofed play\nroom, with every contrivance you could desire, many of which have\nbeen used to inflict pain on my body, and many which have not. We\nhave mediaeval equipment, including a stocks and a rack. I have yet\nto be tested on the rack. So far that is just for show. The same with\na thing called a ball butcher, which is a type of wooden\nball-crusher, but with little spikes, which, if used, would be forced\ninto the flattened testicles. I feared that might get to be used on\nme on my wife’s birthday. But if that was the case, then so be it. \n

\n Anyway, the date of my\nwife’s birthday came. I made her breakfast in bed, and waited to\nsee when she would take me to the play room. But she seemed to be in\nno rush to torture me, now that she had the freedom to do so.

\n Early in the afternoon our\ndoorbell rang. My wife’s face lit up. She had me go to the play\nroom, and strip off, while she went to answer the door. \n

\n The playroom, as I have\nsaid, is soundproofed, so once I was in there I couldn’t hear my\nwife talk to our visitor. A few minutes later my wife entered the\nplayroom, accompanied by a blonde woman of around 5’ 6” tall. The\nwoman’s hair was short and spiky, and her body was muscular,\nalthough she did have large breasts. She was wearing a leather skirt\nand jacket, and had leather, thigh-high boots, as well.

\n “This is Mistress\nKayleigh.” my wife said. “She is my birthday present to myself.\nShe will dominate you while I watch. When I’m dominating you I\ndon’t get to pleasure myself as much as I would like. So Kayleigh\nis going to be tormenting you while I watch, so that I can really\nenjoy myself.”

\n My penis liked the sound of\nthat, and it began to get hard.

\n “First of all,” my wife\nsaid “I have decided that you are going to sign a slave contract\nbefore we get started. One day is not enough for what I have planned\nfor us. I want a life without restrictions. You can sign the contract\nor get out.”

\n Jean produced a piece of\npaper, while the sexy blond domme watched. By now I was sporting an\nerection, which tends to skew my thinking. She gave me a pen. But the\npaper was folded, so that I could only see the bit which I was\nsupposed to sign. My wife raised her eyebrows quizzically, daring me\nto sign, without seeing what I was in for. I sighed, but signed,\nguessing that I was entering a new level of permanent submission and\npain. It was only after I signed that Jean allowed me to see the rest\nof the contract: \n

\n\tContract\nof Willingness to Submit to Torture and Permanent Slavery

\n\tI hereby submit, of my own\nfree will, to be the permanent slave of Mistress Jean.

\n I am aware that this\ncontract is valid until she decides to release me and that I have no\nrights whatsoever to end this contract without my Mistress agreeing\nto it.

\n\tI accept, unconditionally,\nthat I will never be released by Mistress Jean, and that I will be\nkept in bondage when not in use. I accept that, when we play, she may\ndo anything which she desires, no matter how painful. This includes,\nbut is not limited to, branding, bull-whipping, cigarette torture,\ntesticle piercing, electrical torture and more. My body belongs to\nmistress, and she has the right to remove any body part should I\nmisbehave, up to and including castration, penectomy, removal of\nfingers and blinding. Such punishments will only occur should I\nmisbehave. I accept that I will be turned into a full service toilet\nslave, and that my mistress has the right to mate me with animals,\nshould she so desire.

\n\tThat was basically the\ncontract. It looked like something which she had downloaded off the\ninternet. I didn’t like the sound of castration or the other\nthreats. But at least it only said that they would occur if I\nmisbehaved. I hoped that they were only there to strike fear into the\nslave. They struck fear into me. But not into my penis, which was\nrock hard, up to its full six inches in length. \n

\n “Time to get started.”\nthe female domme said. She took off her leather jacket and hung it\nup. She was wearing a push up leather bra, which really showed off\nthe size of her tits. They were bigger than Jean’s.

\n Kayleigh looked around the\nplayroom.

\n “Stand here.” she said,\npositioning me beneath some chains hanging from the ceiling. The\nchains ended in leather manacles. A switch on the wall lowered the\nchains, until they were low enough that Kayleigh could secure the\nleather bands around my wrists, tight enough so that they would not\nslip off. A different switch raised the chains, and me. In the past\nJean had liked to raise me until I was at full stretch. But Kayleigh\nwas meaner. She raised me until my toes just left the floor, and I\nwas hanging by my arms. My arms began to ache.

\n Humming to herself,\nKayleigh took some chains attached to metal rings set in the floor.\nThe chains ended in more leather manacles. One went around my left\nankle, the other around my right, spreading my legs. But that was not\nenough for Kayleigh. There were ratchets on the chains, and Kayleigh\nratcheted the chains, spreading my legs painfully wide, so that my\nthighs ached with the position. Hanging by my arms, and my legs in a\nsemi-splits, I was also in torture. And this was only the\npreparation.

\n Meanwhile Jean had put a\ncomfortable armchair in front of me, where she could see everything\nwhich was done to me. She shucked off all of her clothes, and\npositioned herself in the chair, with her legs over the arm of the\nchair, her bare pussy on display. \n

\n “I’m going to enjoy\nwatching you get flogged.” Jean purred. “I can concentrate just\non watching for once. This is going to be good.”

\n The domme went over to our\nrack of whips. I was relieved to see her select a riding crop, one\nwhich had been used on me many times in the past. I knew that I could\nbear the riding crop.

\n Kayleigh gave a few\npractice swishes through the air, getting a feel for the weight of\nthe leather crop. Then she sauntered over to stand behind me.

\n Swish! The\nriding crop impacted with my taut buttocks. \n

\n “Uh!” I couldn’t help\nletting out a cry of pain. She had certainly not held back. I think\nthat she had just struck me harder than Jean ever had. \n

\n It was some time before the\nnext stroke to my buttocks. The domme was pacing out the strokes,\nallowing me to save every little bit of the pain. Jean’s eyes were\nbright, watching me get beaten. But my eyes were mostly on her\nfingers as they rubbed at her clit and cunt. Her cunt looked as\nthough it was already sopping wet, and I could smell her womanly\nfragrance. My cock jerked, but I could not come without it being\ntouched. \n

\n Stroke after stroke hit my\nclenched buttocks as my wife masturbated. Then, just when I had\nexpected her to cum, judging by her breathing, she took her hands\naway, leaving herself on the edge. Her legs were still spread wide. \n

\n “Do his cock.” my wife\nsaid. \n

\n “With pleasure.” the\ndomme moved around to stand level with me. She lashed the riding crop\nat the shaft of my cock. It was agony – but an erotic agony, as red\nlines appeared on the shaft. I lost a little bit of hardness due to\nthe pain, but I was still tumescent enough for my cock not to dip. \n

\n Slash, slash, slash, stroke\nafter fiery stroke reddening the flesh. And then, finally, a single\nstroke across my purple glans, enough for my wife to scream out her\norgasm as she watched me being tortured. And the whipping stopped.

\n I hung in my bonds, feeling\nexhausted. My butt, cock, arms and thigh muscles were in agony. I\nexpected to be released, but I was not.

\n “Would you like to cum?”\nmy wife asked. “I know that you can bear a lot of pain when you are\naroused. But once you have cum you can’t bear as much pain, can\nyou? I want you to be flogged while you are not enjoying it. I’ll\ntell you this, if you don’t cum now it will be a very long time, if\never, before I allow you to cum. So do you want to cum?”

\n “I want to cum.” I\nmuttered. I feared that I wouldn’t be able to bear further tortures\nif I wasn’t aroused. But I really did need to cum. \n

\n “Good.” Kayleigh said.\n“I like to see cocks cum, almost as much as I enjoy torturing\nthem.”

\n Kayleigh took off her\nleather bra, revealing her big tits, and the fact that she had a\nsilver ring through each nipple. My cock began to get fully erect\nagain, despite the cropping which it had endured. This Kayleigh was a\nsexy woman. \n

\n I expected a handjob from\nthe domme, but, instead, she bent down to take my cock in her mouth.\nI was treated to the best fellatio which I had ever had. It was\nbetter than Jean, although I was never going to say that. She knew\njust where to stick her tongue, and she was able to take my cock down\nto its root. I knew that I was going to cum very soon. I wasn’t\nwrong.

\n Just as my cock was cumming\nKayleigh pulled her mouth away, replacing it with a small, plastic\ncup. I spunked out into the cup, strand after strand of hot, white\ncum.

\n Kayleigh held the cup to my\nmouth.

\n “Drink it all down,\nslave, or I will get the shears from the garden shed and cut off your\nballs right now.” Jean said. She got up and walked over, to watch\nme as I had no choice but to swallow my first ever load of cum. In\nthe past Jean had indicated that it would have been a big turn on for\nher to see me fucked by another guy, or forced to swallow sperm. But,\nin the past, it had been a hard limit for me. Now it appeared that\nsuch limits were a thing of the past.

\n I was forced to lick the\ncup clean.

\n “You will be getting a\nlot more spunk in the future.” Jean said. I took that to mean that\nshe was going to force me to drink more of my own cum.

\n “Now it’s time to lock\nyour cock away.” Jean said. She handed Kayleigh a metal device. I\nrecognised it from stuff which I’d seen on the internet, although I\nhadn’t been aware that Jean had acquired one. It was something\ncalled an iron maiden. It was a metal penile restraint, It opened up\ninto two halves. Inside the two halves there were a lot of nasty\nlittle spikes, which would press into the flesh of a cock if it\nshould become erect. There was a circular hole opposite where my\nurethra would be, allowing a hollow sound to be screwed into place,\ngoing down inside my urethra. \n

\n A ring clipped around my\ntesticles, holding the iron maiden in place. My cock was now small\nenough so that it would just fit inside the torture device. It was\nclipped closed. I felt the points of the spikes already pressing into\nmy cock meat, the ones at the end tickling my glans. The hollow sound\nwas screwed in place, a most unpleasant experience. \n

\n “This one has been\nmodified by Kayleigh.” Jean said. “Look at the outside. See there\nare little holes in the metal? That allows longer needles to be\ninserted through the studs, allowing deeper penetration of the flesh,\nas you will find out later.”

\n I think that I began to\nbabble then. But Jean laughed and ignored my pleas.

\n “No, we’re doing this.”\nshe said. “I’m more turned on then I have ever been. Now Kayleigh\nand I are going to have something to eat. See you later.”

\n The two women left the\nplayroom, leaving me still hanging from the ceiling, in my very\npainful bondage.

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\nI was left alone for a long\ntime, the pain in my arms not getting any less. Eventually the two\nwomen returned: my wife still nude, Kayleigh still topless. Jean came\nover to me, where I hung in agony.

\n “Open your mouth.” she\nsaid. I had no choice but to obey. She popped a couple of pills in my\nmouth. I recognised them as being Viagra. I was given a glass of\nwater, and I swallowed the pills down, knowing what the result would\nbe. \n

\n “Now it’s time for a\nreal whipping.” Jean said, as she took her place in the armchair\nagain.

\n “I think that I’ll\nstrip off for this.” Kayleigh said. She dropped her leather skirt,\nrevealing not a pussy, but the fact that she had a cock! Not only\nthat, but she had the biggest cock I had seen outside of internet\nporn. It had to be at least ten inches long, and it was as thick as\nmy wrist. Kayleigh was trans. All that I could do was stare. \n

\n Kayleigh gave a few tugs on\nher cock, until it was fully erect, the purple glans as big as any\nplum. I groaned, partly in pain, but partly because I thought that I\nknew why my wife had hired the services of a trans domme.

\n Kayleigh, her massive cock\nbobbing up and down, walked over to the rack of whips. This time,\nthough, she did not select a riding crop, but a leather bullwhip,\nsomething which had not yet been used on me. This was something which\ncould easily split the flesh. \n

\n I was scared, and I had\ncause to be, as Kayleigh did not hold back. The first stroke across\nmy nates felt as though she had laid a red hot wire across my\nbuttocks. I screamed. \n

\n Another whip crack\nsignalled another line of agony. I had never suffered such pain from\na whipping before. I screamed, and I begged, and I begged, and I\nscreamed. But Jean laughed, and frigged her hot cunt. She was\ndelighted to see me really being tortured. This was what she had\nwanted for a long time. And Kayleigh? No, I would not be getting any\nmercy from that province either. Her erect cock showed how much she\nwas enjoying turning my buttocks into ribbons of slashed flesh.

\n “Red.” I muttered,\nsaying my safe word over and over again. But nothing was safe now.\nNow I was a real slave. Now I was nothing but a victim. \n

\n It got worse when Kayleigh\nstarted on my back. Soon I could feel blood running down from where\nshe had split the skin. I knew that I was going to get scars. I’m\nnot sure at what point I fainted.

\n I coughed, due to the\nsmelling salts held under my nose. I was no longer hanging from the\nceiling. The women had got me down while I was unconscious, and bound\nme tightly over a barrel-type piece of dungeon equipment. I was bound\non my front, my cock under me, painful in its metal cage. The way\nthat I was bound I was in a perfect position to be fucked. I didn’t\nhave to be a genius to work out what was going to happen next. Jean\nhad, for a long time, told me that it was one of her fantasies to see\nme fucked by another man. Well, I was about to be fucked by a woman\nwith a cock.

\n Jean was standing to my\nside, so that she could see all of the action. I felt Kayleigh spread\nmy buttocks, and the glans of her rock-hard cock poke at my anus. It\nwas not as though I was an anal virgin. Jean had used various\nstrap-ons on me in the past, in the absence of watching some guy fuck\nme.

\n The cock forced its way up\nmy backside. I tried my best not to resist as it tore me up. I did\nnot enjoy it, as Kayleigh fucked me with his large cock. I felt as\nthough I was being split open. Jean laughed. She was happy to see me\nget fucked in such a manner. She revelled in my humiliation and\ndiscomfort. \n

\n On and on the anal rape\nwent. But eventually Kayleigh pulled out. He had not yet come. His\ncock was still rock hard. He came around the front, to stand before\nme. \n

\n “Clean off his cock with\nyour tongue.” Jean commanded. “If you don’t I’ll cut off your\nballs.”

\n I licked my own shit off\nhis cock. I had to lick the length, as his cock was to big for me to\ntake all but the head in my mouth. When I had cleaned his cock he\nforced the purple head between my lips. He held the back of my head\nso that I could not pull away. Then he came, spurting hot, salty\nspunk into my mouth. I just about managed to swallow it all. But it\nseemed to be a lot of sperm. Later I’d find out that Kayleigh took\nsome drugs to boost sperm production.

\n After he had come Kayleigh\ncarried on holding my head. Then there was the taste of acrid piss on\nmy tongue, as the shemale pissed down my throat. I had to swallow all\nthe piss or risk choking. It was only when he finished pissing that\nhe withdrew. His cock was still hard.

\n Despite what had happened,\nmy cock was as hard as its metal prison allowed, the affects of the\nViagra. The flesh of my cock was being hurt by the metal studs. I\nwould have given anything to get the metal tube off my cock just\nthen. But that was not to be.

\n I was released from the\nchains binding me on my front over the horse, only for me to be\nflipped onto my back, and chained back on the horse. I screamed in\npain as my whipped back contacted the top of the horse. The way that\nI was chained meant that my groin would have been vulnerable, if not\nfor the metal tube. I expected Kayleigh to take it off. But no such\nluck. \n

\n I noticed, suddenly, that\nKayleigh had a hand-held gas burner in his hands, the sort used to\nmake crème brulee. He also had a metal needle, with a wooden bit for\nholding. My torturer held the end of the needle in the blue flame. He\nkept it there until the needle glowed red. Then he inserted the\nneedle into one of the holes in my cock restraint. He pushed the\nneedle down. The red hot metal went out through the end of one of the\nstuds – which were hollow – and into the flesh of my cock.

\n I screamed and I begged. I\nbegged and I screamed. The agony was intense. I can’t describe how\nbad it was. It was the worst pain I had ever suffered. But my wife\nand Kayleigh were not content with just one needle. No, red hot\nneedles were thrust through every hole in the device, coming out of\nevery metal stud. Red hot needles pierce my cock all along my shaft,\nturning me into a porcupine. The worst were the ones which went into\nmy glans. \n

\n And then, as a finale, a\nred hot needle was forced into each of my testicles. And that was\nwhen I fainted again. That signalled an end to that day’s torture…

\n It was not an end to my\nsuffering at the hands of Kayleigh, though. When I finally recovered\nconsciousness it was to see my wife on the floor of the playroom,\nbeing fucked by Kayleigh’s big cock, and obviously enjoying it a\nlot more than when we had fucked. Kayleigh was obviously Priapic, and\nhe took Jean to orgasm after orgasm. All that I could do was to\nwatch.

\n Afterwards, a well-fucked\nJean had a few words for me.

\n “Kayleigh is more of a\nman than you ever were.” Jean said. “Kayleigh will be moving in\nwith me. You will never get to fuck me again. But, don’t worry, as\nyou will still get to have sex, as I enjoy watching Kayleigh fuck\nyou. From now on you’re her slut, and our torture victim. You are\nto be our permanent slave.”

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\nThat was my sentence. It is\nnow months later, and I spend my days in torture or bondage, only\ngetting fucked by Kayleigh. I have not been allowed to cum since that\nday. But my cock and balls are in such a bad way that I’m not sure\nthat I could now cum if I got the opportunity. Viagra gets me hard,\nthough, for these two sadists loved to see my cock swell up in\nwhatever restraint they have me, knowing that I will get no release.\nWhen not in bondage, or being tortured, I am locked away in a\ntoo-small dog cage, my flesh forced into the metal sides. \n

\n This is my life now, and\nfor the future. But at least Jean is happy…

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\nThe End.

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