Wednesday Night Sessions - CuckoldPlace.com

I have been a slave to my wife now for almost five years. We've been married for 25 years and we had played at fem dom games for a long time, but with a ******** in the house well we had to constrain ourselves. In 2009 our ******** moved across the country and married a young man in South Carolina. The wife and I were now empty-nesters and my imagination ran wild with the new possibilities.
I have to admit that what has now transpired was all my idea and my doing. I began begging my wife to make me her real slave, to make things real, not a game. I mean I bugged her and bugged her. "I want us to have aslave/mistress marriage" I insisted. Then something strange happened. There is a local Club Fem in our area and somehow she got in contact with one of the Mistresses and they began corresponding and emailing. Even talked over the phone.
The groundwork was laid. One evening after I again brought up the slave/mistress thing she surprised me.
"OK. We'll do this but understand if we go down this road, this will not be a game. This will be REAL. I will have total control. You want to be a slave, then that's what you will become.
I was estatic So I agreed. When I said "Oh darling this is goint to be great!" My wife slapped me hard across the face. "My name is not Darling. You will address me as Mistress and always say 'Yes Ma am' From that moment on I was simply called 'Slave" Slave do this. Slave do that.
Life completely changed. I no longer slept in my Mistress's bed. "Queens do not ***** with slaves. I now wear a chastity belt at all times and I never am allowed to have sex with my Mistress. I ***** in the basement and awaken at 6:30 every morning and attend to my duties. Mistress established a "punishment room" in the basement and for the first six months I was whipped and strapped mercilessly for any infraction. In short order I learned how to attend to her needs perfectly or my ass would be red for a week. In fact the other night my Mistress wanted to take a hot bath, but when I ran it it was too hot, so I ran some cold water to neutral ize the temperature but now it was too cold. When she sat in the tub she was furious. "Where's the hot water."
But when she tried to heat it up, well I had used up all the hot water. Holy crap. She went off. She slapped me and yelled for me to go to the basement and get things ready. "There is no excused for this kind of service!"
Once I was secured overhead the flogging began. She was in a frenzy. All she could talk about was the hot bath that I screwed up. The whipping was awful, I screamed and cried but when she is in this state of mind she never listens. ( I know this sounds extreme, but let me tell you "Alesson was learned.)
After several months, my wife/Mistress began losing weight, became more interest in her appearance and bought a new wardrobe. You can imagine my surprise when one evening I helped her in the bath and she informed me she had a date. My heart sank, but I guess it was inevitable. So I am now a cuckold slave.
My wife never brings her boyfriends home, but she dates 3 or 4 time a month. I am not allowed to ask qhestions of any kind.

But what I am writing about is what my Mistress calls our "Wednesday Sessions" Every WEdnesday I am taken to the basement and given an attitude adjustment. Every Wednesday after dinner, she unlocks my chastity cage and I go take a shower, I am then instructed to go to the basement and "get everything ready" So I lay out the various whips, canes, straps, paddles, clamps, etc.
I must secure my legs with a spreader bar, and then secure my arms overhead. (The last wrist she has to secure herself.) And there I wait for my weekly attitude adjustment. My wife says it helps establish who is in charge. When I'm totally secured and that strap is swishing across my back and ass. When I'm dancing in pain and screaming for mercy. Well, we both know who is in charge.
Mistress does not dress like a dominatrix, no boots, tight leather, etc. Usually she dresses in a loose fitting gown or sometimes just a blouse with no panties. Sometimes she swings the whip and can be totally naked.
My wife says it's important that I submit to this Wednesday session so I know my proper place, but to be honest, she LOVES Wednesday evenings. When I am dancing and begging and crying for her to stop you should see the excitement in her eyes. I think it's a power thing. Often times I'll glance back and as she's swinging the whip, paddle or cane, she will have her other hand between her legs, playing with her clitoris.
She loves squeezing my balls, using clamps on my testicles and even hanging weights to stretch them.
Often times she''ll release me, sit in her armchair and have me eat her pussy. And let me tell you, after a Wednesday session she is soaking wet. After cumming, she'll kick me away and simply say. "Now go clean all this up. Once upstairs she locks my cock and my slave duties resume.
My wife loves her new role. She'll never go back. She is waited on and has a wonderful sex life. Between my tongue and her various boyfriends, she has what I would call a full and satisfying sex life. And she really looks forward to Wednesday nights. As for me, well I got more than what I bargained for. I guess they're right "Be careful what you ask for, you just might get it."