                         "Punishing your Wife"  by Sybian

Punishment. He had left the times of whips and such far behind, they
were the implements of his youth, before he came to the special
knowledge of women's desires that he now held. Steven thought back
to one of the times that made him realize that punishment for
transgressions, real and imagined, didn't have to be always corporal
in nature, didn't always have to involve the lash and the cat, the
slap and the clamps.

     Her name was cindy and he had found her in a shopping mall
while he was trying on a pair of black leather trousers. They got to
talking and she talked and talked, revealing the intimate details of
her life as if they had known one another for years. Soon they were
meeting for coffee weekly. She spoke of her fascination with the
world of Domination and submission and her boredom in her marital
bedroom. How her husband was so "vanilla" and after so many years of
marriage they almost had a sibling relationship. As she spoke,
Steven noted the dark desire in her brown eyes, accentuated by just
a little too much makeup, the sign of the compliant whore lurking
just beneath the suburban housewife exterior. Cindy told him that
she had just recently read "The Sleeping Beauty" trilogy by Ann
Rice, and it had opened her eyes to her true feelings. She felt that
she wanted to be treated like a "slave", to get in touch with her
submissive side. She wondered if he ever thought of such things. He
coyly revealed that he "had some knowledge of these matters". She
asked him if he would be willing to "play" with her, if he would
consider it. He told her that he didn't care to partake in "games",
that what he did was very serious business and would agree to a
session with her only when he had outlined to her what might be
expected.

She had enthusiastically accepted his conditions and during one of
her husband's business trips, found herself being "trained". She had
most recently talked back to him for she was full of spirit, which
he loved in his subs, but she was constantly testing him and now
needed to be corrected. He had her fully restrained and blindfolded
on a bed, on a rubber sheet. Steven spent two hours working her
holes with an assortment of dildos and vibrators, bringing her time
and again to the brink of orgasm but never allowing her to climax.
He spent much of this time working on her clit until it was
incredibly swollen with lust and pulsed like a small penis, begging
for release.

      He played her like a piano, thrusting into her with either his
fist or a giant rubber phallus until she started to spasm and then
he would stop and let her settle. She was crying hysterically and
begging for him to end this erotic torture. At one point her nose
started to bleed from the tension within her. At the end of the two
hours, he unshackled her hands and and placed the biggest dildo in
them. "Go ahead, bitch, make yourself cum". He hissed at her, his
contempt evident. Through sobs she choked the words; "Thank you,
Master, thank you, I'll never talk back to you again, thank you,
you're too good to this worthless whore", as she started to fuck
herself with the massive toy. It's full length disappeared into her
yawning fuck-hole time and again as she furiously worked herself.
"Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God......."she screamed. It only took a
minute, so close to the edge was she. As she started to spasm,
Steven stood by her head and ordered, in a dark whisper, "Open your
mouth, cindy, open your mouth and drink of me, your Master". He took
his semi-rigid cockmeat and aimed it at her beckoning mouth. As her
climax tore through her small body, he unleashed his golden stream
directly into her head. As she pulsed with orgasm, his strong stream
of urine overflowed her mouth. She gulped greedily and as she came
and came, the words "Thank you, thank you", could be heard through
her gurgling.

     He returned cindy after her training  to her husband and her
suburban life. But she writes to him now and again, and to this day,
she reports, cannot have a satisfying orgasm unless a man is
urinating into her mouth. The sting of the whip soon fades, the
welts heal, but the punishment of that long ago night is now a
tattoo on her soul and will be with her forever. Though she would
never ask her husband for such a thing as he climbs on top of her
for his weekly fuck, she has found a series of erstwhile "Masters"
who are more than willing to cater to her needs. Steven grinned his
wicked grin as he thought of the poor unsuspecting husband who's
wife is sneaking away, gartered and corsetted like a whore, to be
tied up and pissed on in hotels, motels and basement "dungeons"
throughout the city.

