Stories of BDSM latex

Stories of BDSM latex

Didier is my husband and my thing. This last term, humiliating suits him, because it is nothing in my eyes. Didier is my slave, he obeys me in everything. So I decided to combine it with the feminine. For this, I persuade him that he is a female, in his mind and behavior.
Besides, he wears a woman’s clothes. He’s my pussy.
Every morning he leaves for work in lace panties, black stockings and Garters under his impeccable business suit. On his return, as soon as he is in the lobby, he puts on an ultra short dress and puts on pumps with very high heels. Then he’ll put on one of the wigs I bought for him. Finally, he puts on too much makeup, like a whore.
When he comes to show himself, I express my satisfaction to him and treat him as a slave. Kneeling he takes one of my feet after another and licks them. When his insistence annoys me, I give him a violent blow of my foot placed on his face, in order to make him fall to the reverse.
I handcuff him with my hands in his back, unless I demand that he jerk off. That order, I give him at any time of the evening. When I come to the table and he serves me, he keeps his head low, he is forbidden to fix me over the belt.
In order to make him sick with desire, I open the thighs so that he sees that I no longer put on panties, and that he contemplates my pussy that makes him drool and bandage. This creamy, muscular pussy, which gave him so much pleasure at the beginning of our marriage, and he no longer has the right to cum.
Indeed, shove his thin cock into my burning and wet sheath, he is forbidden since I had proof that he had cheated on me with his secretary. Crime of lese-majesté majeur. On my order, his secretary was fired on time, for “gross misconduct” and I decided, on this memorable day, that our relations would change. From spouse, Didier became a slave. It was take or leave. He took it, too bad for him ! In adopting this solution, I did not know at that time that it met a need of its masochistic nature. Punishing him was a wonderful gift I gave him. This Didier S. important businessman, adores me since I am no longer the woman subject to his fantasies, but his mistress(with a capital M). Mistress, without capital letters, I am other males that I choose according to my whims, on a crush or because my clitoris itches me:
I sometimes bring a stranger back to my room. Didier, at this moment, is lying on the carpet near our bed, tied up like a Lyon sausage, tight tight, his movements paralyzed, gagged, balls and tail tied. He is as usual dressed as a girl.

In this uncomfortable position, he hears everything, the rhythm of the cock strokes I receive, our obscene, feverish words, my complaints, the gasps of my partner. Then our orgasms, when the guy’s burning cum fills my vagina, itself dripping with liquid honey.
That day, even if I release Didier from his bonds after the man’s departure, my slave has no right to jerk off. I tie him lying on the bed and sit comfortably on his knees on his face, thighs spread apart, and he is then allowed to lick my slimy pussy in order to rid her of all the cum that fills her.
Only then Didier is entitled to his reward. Squatting on him, lying on his back, I piss in his face. Then, tying him up again, I put him in the black closet under the stairs, in the middle of the brooms that he will have to use tomorrow to clean up before leaving for his office.

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