Jim's Story

I am living "the lifestyle" sort of. I'm married to a Bi, poly, BBW, sub. I'm a switch, hetro, and also poly.

Way back in the early stages of my experimenting with D/S I was a cross dresser. A cute one I might add. Anyway, my concept of femininity was "woman as submissive", care giver, deferential, yada yada yada. You get the idea. I also was homophobic in the extreme. I was afraid that I was "one of those" and was scared to death that it might actually be true.

I wanted so much to be accepted as a sub TV that I corresponded with a couple in Chicago. I'm in Detroit. They advertised for subs all over the place back in the late 50's & early 60's. I answered. They set up a meeting. Back then I had no idea of safety. I was alone. I was in the closet as a TV as well as hiding the "sick feelings" of submission. "Nobody that was normal" would want to be tied up, spanked, enama'd, fill in the blanks.

I went to Chicago, a good 5 hour drive, and was met at the door by a woman who said that she would prepare me for my session. It turned out that she was their live in slave and just "following the Master's orders." I was told to strip and placed in inescapable bondage using a body harness that held my hands and elbows at my side out of the way. It exposed my genitals and ass but made me completely helpless. She hobbled me with ankle and knee straps. It seemed OK to me as she was not a large woman. She hooded me and placed some quite strong nipple clamps on me. Then she placed a cape over my helpless body and led me outdoors to my own car. She drove me to another house, led me to a room and placed me in some stocks, kneeling. I was totally helpless, and my tongue was held in the middle of a padded gag.

Her Master came in and said he was Mistress Helga's husband. He would "prepare" me for her as she was not home from work yet. What a simpleton I was. I was also helpless. He greased up my ass and roughly shoved a butt plug in. I had never even done such a thing to myself, being homophobic, and as you can imagine it was *very* painful. I could manage muffled screams which he found amusing. There was no love there. No caring, just shove it in and strap it there. I started to cry. I *never* cry!!!

He told me Mistress Helga would be home shortly and preceded to hand spank me. Then he began using a paddle on me, then a strap, and finally he was using a riding crop quite forcefully on me. At first I struggled trying to get free. The stocks coupled with the fact that my hands were helpless at my sides, and my ankles were chained up to my thighs made that effort ludicrous. I must have been an engaging site for such a sadist, for he was surly that. I finally gave up the struggle and knelt passively in the stocks. He rubbed my ass with some kind of ointment and caressed me down my back and ass. He wiggled my butt plug around and then asked me if I was OK? Shit no I wasn't but I wasn't going to tell him that. He removed my gag leaving me hooded. He made me suck him, over and over, but not to a climax. He re-gagged me. He now caned me. I had never felt such pain. I'm not into pain at all. The fantasy was fine. The reality was pure hell.

I cried. I cried a lot. I sobbed uncontrollably. I *knew* that I was going to die right there. Then I felt another pair of hands on my face while the cane still fell on my very sore ass. A lovely feminine voice telling me how brave I was and how proud she was to meet me. The caning stopped and my gag was removed. I was kissed gently and my face caressed lovingly. What a set up this was. She went behind me and caressed my ass. I could feel every welt from the crop and cane. She tsk. tsk'd a bit and then unceremoniously yanked out the butt plug. It was replaced by her strap on which went to work in a no nonsense manner, in and out. It was larger than anything I could imagine. I was in agony. Her husband at the same time made me suck him off again, this time to a climax. My ordeal was not over. She made me "clean" the dildo off by sucking it clean. I was taken from the stocks but left harnessed. Now a larger butt plug had been shoved in by Mistress. A sadist too it turned out.

I was taken to a bed and a collar placed around my neck. I was fastened to the bed with the collar and by my waist harness, my hands still at my side. At least they had let me go to the toilet first. Humiliating to be "held" by someone else. I lay, legs spread, genitals exposed, and first one and then the other women knelt in my now un-gagged face and used some kind of whip on my crotch "to encourage" me in pleasuring them. This was repeated over the course of several hours. I now was learning about women's multi orgasmic abilities. Mistress told me, and proved to me, that I was their slave. She told me that they might keep me in bondage and whip me into total slavery as they had their female slave. That since nobody knew where I was they could do anything they wanted to me. and THEY COULD!!! I was alone and helpless.

Mistress now did something that, in retrospect, really messed me up right to the present. She sucked on me, over and over, denying me a climax. She then brought their slave girl to the bed in a harness like mine. She showed me that she was double plugged by having me explore her crotch with my tongue. Mistress told me that their slave would have to perform oral sex on me. If I came *I* would be whipped. If I didn't, *she* would. What a dilemma. I tried and tried not to climax. I had no choice. If a man is stimulated continuously he will come. She was good at it and I had an explosive climax. We slept together, me hooded and gagged. I'm not sure about their slave girl. The next morning I found myself spread eagle between two columns being whipped all over. I was in agony. The sub pressed herself to my body and kissed me all the while telling me that this was "normal" for this household.

I now have a terrible time climaxing in a woman's mouth and Juana loves doing it to me. I now subconsciously fight climaxing that way.

Well, they didn't keep me. I probably would have given in to them too. I was very young. I was taken still in the harness that I'd worn for over 24 hours and the sub drove me back to the original house. I never saw my tormentors or their home, only their slave girl. I couldn't identify them if they walked up to me on the street.

If you are going to meet someone for the first time have a safety net. Do not allow yourself to be "moved" from the place that you have told folks that you are going to be. I'm not sure I had any choice tho. I allowed my self to be made so completely helpless that I couldn't really stop her from doing that. I now suggest that people take a safety person with them that will not be part of the scene. Jim