The idea of being married to a professional dominant would probably horrify a lot of guys. Others would be seriously turned on by the prospect, and I have to admit, I fall into the latter camp. I love my wife, and as a longtime submissive male, being married to her is like being a kid in the proverbial candy store.

The entire basement of our townhouse is kitted out as a dungeon, with every type of device you could imagine for restraining someone and playing their nerves like a delicate instrument. Just looking at the array of toys Kara owns — the black leather floggers and masks and spike-studded collars — is enough to make my dick stiffen. A massive bondage table in the middle of the dungeon holds pride of place. I had been strapped to that table on many evenings, crying out in agonized pleasure as Kara amused... Read More