My wife and I are both twenty-eight, and we’ve been married for five years and were already into S/M on our wedding night.

Gail and I shared an apartment during our senior year at college and, by the time we were married, we had experimented widely with bondage and discipline. Although it was nice when I was in charge, there were no fireworks. But when Gail took her turn as boss, wow! The whole world seemed to spin. She likes to dominate as much as I like to obey, so we stayed with B/D and tried many different variations. Gradually, we moved into S/M practices.

Over the years, Gail’s domination has expanded, and now I do things such as household chores because I am her slave. When I arrive home in the evening, she greets me with, “Get naked!” I must strip and help her finish preparing dinner. Sometimes I sit and eat dinner nude and at other times I serve her meals standing at attention while she eats — and I always do the dishes. I am not allowed to wear anything at night, even when her sister or her friends are present. When we are in bed, she commands me to perform cunnilingus on her before we have intercourse.

On Saturday morning, Gail and I run errands and go shopping. Upon our arrival home, she commands me to “Get naked,” and I must strip before putting the groceries away. Then she permits me to clean the house while she relaxes. In the evening we usually see a movie, but once we’re home it’s “Get naked!” again, and while I strip she informs me it’s discipline time.

She makes me kneel, with knees spread wide, and ties each ankle to a board. In this position, my face is touching the floor, my ass is high in the air, and my hands are bound behind me. My mistress uses a whip with four thongs and, after a few strokes, my penis becomes hard. As punishment for getting an erection she whips me some more, and snaps a rubberband on my penis so that I cannot come. She slowly works a dildo into my rectum and it’s really hell — wanting desperately to shoot off, but not being able to do so. After that, it’s ten more with the whip, while I have to count. As she reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls, I am permitted to thank her for being so kind. The entire routine is repeated over and over again and, although I am pleading and sobbing, she keeps on punishing me.

Hours later, with hands still tied behind my back, I am taken into the bedroom to perform cunnilingus on her. Finally, she pulls off the rubberband and, in one swift motion, she mounts me. I erupt explosively into her vagina and afterwards, I am allowed to lick her clean. I love it all!

I’m looking forward to many more years of “slavery” and of giving pleasure to my mistress. For someone like me, it’s the only life.