It was Carl and Christina's 3rd wedding anniversary. At the request of Christina, they had decided to forego the traditional anniversary gifts that Carl preferred, (last year he had given her a pair of garnet earrings and she had given him a couple cotton shirts), and instead give each what the other asked for, no matter what.

Carl arrived home from work to the smell of cooking. Evidently she had left work early and cooked them dinner, a pleasant suprise, he thought. When he entered the kitchen he saw her sitting at the kitchen table wearing a long overcoat, her legs tucked under her chair.

"Have you decided what you want, honey?", asked Christina. He sensed a bit of mischief in her eyes and tone.

He smiled, "Yes. I have decided to go with the traditional gift of leather for our 3rd anniversary. I'd either like something like a jacket for myself, or, if you are feeling adventurous, maybe something for yourself like leather lingerie or sexy boots." He blushed a bit to himself at that thought.

"Already done", she said as she stood up from the table. Christina was wearing black leather stilleto heeled shoes...no, boots he determined as she opened up the coat. His jaw dropped. She was also wearing a black leather corset, her breasts exposed, and a leather garter belt, stockings and panties.

"What the..", Carl stammered.

"Shut up!", she barked, "It is my turn. Get down on your knees. Now!"

<lj-cut>"But, uh...", he stammered again.

"I said SHUT UP! Now, just do what I said!"

He got down on his knees like she said. He was trembling inside. He had never told her of his fantasies out of fear of losing her. He was so in love with her, even now, that it wasn't worth the risk. Nothing she had said had ever indicated she would understand even if he had told her.

"I know about the dominatrix," she said.

He started to get up again. He felt a wave of panic. How did she find out?

"Stay on your knees!", she shreiked. He complied as if a physical force had overpowered him. She continued, "That's not all I know about either. I have been talking with a certain ex girlfriend of yours who has told me everything. You will regret keeping secrets from me, you little bitch. Do you know what I want for our anniversary?"

He looked at her. Tears of fear, regret, and confusion welling up in his eyes.

"I asked you a question!", she yelled, her voice like the sting of a whip.

"No," he answered meekly.

"I want you to be my slave!", she said.

She waited a moment before saying anything else, trying to judge his reaction to the statement. "How do you feel about that?", she asked him.

"Uh...good?," he whimpered.

"You better feel good about it", she said. She pulled some papers out of her coat pocket. "Do you know what these are?"

"No," he replied.

"They are divorce papers, shitwad!", she said. "If you don't do everything I ask, from now on, and without question or hesitation, I will put these to good use. By the way," she added, "I know about Valerie, too, you worthless little slut! Look at the floor, you piece of shit! I don't want you looking at Me, you don't deserve to."

He did what she said. He felt totally overwhelmed and ashamed. How on earth had she found out about the dominatrix? How did she know about his affair with Valerie? There was no way!

"I know what you are asking yourself," she said, "Valerie told me everything. But before you go and do something stupid to her, I'll have you know that if you do you will be in divorce court so fast your head will spin. However, if you are a good little slave, you may just get to watch as I make love to her sometime."

He started to say something, but she quickly interrupted, "Shut the fuck up! You speak when I tell you to speak, and NEVER any other time! Do you understand?"

"Yes", he squeaked.

"Yes, Mistress!", she corrected.

"Yes, Mistress", he complied.

"Very good", she said, "I am from now on your Mistress, not your wife, not YOUR anything. You are MINE and you will do anything I want, whether you like it or not, and I will do anything I damn well please and you can say nothing about it. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes", he said.

She slapped his face, hard. "What did you say?!"

"Yes, Mistress!", he corrected.

"Ok", she said, "so far so good. I have another little 'present' for you, seeing as you are such a little shit. Take off all your clothes and return to your position, slave!"

He took off his shirt, first, and looked around at the floor, confused as to where to put it.

"Just put them in a pile at my feet, idiot!", she chided.

He continued to undress until he was stark naked, on his knees before her. He returned his gaze to the floor in front of him where his clothes were in a pile at her feet.

She picked up the pile of clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore", she said, "Stay where you are and don't fucking move a muscle, you got it?"

"Yes Mistress," he said.

"Good. I'll be back with your other 'present' shortly," she said amusedly.

He waited in his positon on the floor for a few minutes, trying as hard as he could not to fidget. He noticed his knees starting to get sore from the hard linoleum floor of the kitchen. He felt himself get excited, but managed to, (miraculously for a guy like himself), resist the urge to play with his cock, although it was a strong one. Soon he heard the click of her heels as she returned to the kitchen.

"Well, I am impressed", she said. "I was sure I'd find you touching that cock of yours. Nevertheless, I know you and your little display of will power is not going to last. Fortunately, I have the perfect solution to my little problem with you. Put your hands behind your back and leave them there."

He did as she said. She walked over behind him and handcuffed his wrists together.

"There", she said, "Now you better stay still while I give you your 'present' or I swear to god you will wish you had."

She walked around in front of him and kneeled down. She then fastened a clear circular ring around the the base of his balls and the shaft of his semi-erect cock, like a cockring.

"This erection won't do, I need you soft for the next part," she said. "Put your forehead on the floor, you piece of shit!", she yelled, grabbing him by the hair on the back of his head and 'helping' him into the position she desired. She then stood up and put her right boot on the back of his head. "This isn't supposed to be exciting for you anyway. It's all about Me now. I guess I'll just have to beat it out of you.

With that she hit his ass hard with a riding crop several times. It stung like hell, and he quickly felt his cock shrivel up again. He tried to wriggle his ass out of the way of the blows, but she just pressed her heel harder into the side of his neck and told him to keep still or it was going to be worse. After a few moments she stopped.

"Back up!," she commanded, pulling him up by his hair at the same time so he was in his original position. His ass stung like crazy and there were tears in his eyes. She came around and knelt in front of him and fastened a little cage made of the same clear plastic as the ring over his cock. She pulled down his nutsack so it hung between then as she snapped the two parts together and locked them with a little brass padlock.

"That ought to fix you you little slut," she said, "Meet my new friend, the CB-3000! That thing's not coming off unless I want it to. Sure, you could saw the lock off, but I'll know what you did when the key doesn't fit anymore, so don't even try it."

He looked down at the chastity device. It looked like getting an erection might be rather painful. It was almost solid plastic, except for a couple bars on the side, and a hole at the end for urinating.

"Get used to it", she said, "you are going to be wearing that thing from now on."

"These shouldn't be necessary now," said Christina as she undid the handcuffs, "Stay on your knees, bitch!" She pulled the chair she had been sitting on earlier to about 2 feet in front of him and sat down on it, spreading her legs apart.

"Lick my boots!", she said, "And keep both hands planted firmly on the floor while you do it. I don't want your filthy hands touching me. Make sure you clean every last inch, and if you touch anything other than my boots with your tongue, you will be sorrier than you have ever been in your life. Start at the top of this one," she said pointing to her right boot, "And work your way down."

Carl complied and placed both hands squarely on the floor between her legs, licking the top of her boot, carefully trying to avoid touching her silky thigh in any way, even with his hair, even though he had never wanted to kiss a woman's bare skin as much as he did then ever in his life. He went on this way, gingerly tonguing his way around the top of her boot, for awhile, until she gave him a hard crack on his ass with the crop.

"Move down, you idiot!", she scolded, "I haven't got all day, but apparently you do!"

He started to work his way down her boot, careful to get every last inch along the way. After a few minutes he covered ever last inch of the leg and top of the foot. She then pushed him backwards with her foot, digging the stiletto heel into his chest, until he was in an upright position on his knees again. She then pressed the sole of her boot against his face, squashing his nose and penetrating his lips with the heel.

"Now the bottoms," she said, "Suck it!"

He started passionately sucking on the heel of her boot, like it was a little cock. He noticed her hand pull aside her panties and start rubbing her pussy.

"Don't look at me you piece of shit!", she shouted, "Pay attention to what you are doing!"

He quickly averted his eyes back to the task at hand, although it was excruciatingly difficult not to watch her play with herself. She then yanked the heel out of his mouth and pressed the sole to his lips. Without her having to tell him he quickly stuck out his tongue and licked every last inch of the bottom of her boot.

"Very good!," she said, "Now the other one, in reverse!"

He then proceeded to start with the sole, moved on to the heel when she shoved it roughly into his mouth, then on to the top of the foot, ankle, calf, knee, then thigh. When he was almost done covering every inch, he forgot himself for a moment and accidentally brushed the skin of her thigh with the side of his tongue.

"WHAT did I tell you?!", she shrieked, shoving his face back with her other foot so violently he sprawled across the floor, "I will teach you to LISTEN to what I tell you!" She stood up and loomed over him, menacing with the riding crop. Her face was livid. He had never been so scared of anyone in his life!

"Face down, ass up! Now!", she shouted.

He leaned forward until his forehead was resting on the floor.

"Get your ass up higher, slut!", she chided.

He moved onto his toes, lifting his knees slightly off of the floor, hoping that would appease her.

"Very good, slut. I will now demonstrate what will happen from now on when you disobey me. And, believe me, I will not be as merciful as I am now in the future," she said, "Do not move or make noise during your punishment, whatsoever! Do I make myself perfectly clear, you little piece of shit?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Very good, I will go easy on you for responding correctly. You are not quite as stupid as you look, perhaps," she said, and with that smacked him hard on the ass with her crop with 20 even strokes.

The beating stung like hell, but he managed to take it motionlessly, and in total silence. He didn't like it, but liked the idea of her divorcing him even less.

"Now stay in that position and let it all sink in. I have to make a phone call. Do NOT move!", she commanded.

He heard her boots click as she walked into the other room. The position he was in was uncomfortable to say the least. Luckily she was not gone for more than 2 minutes.

"You may return to your knees, but do not look at me," she said as she returned to the room. "I am going out tonight. You will be allowed to eat the dinner I have made, but you will be dining on the floor, at my feet. You will then clean up and go to your bed in the cage in my bedroom and wait for me to return. As much as I would like to, I will not lock you up while I am gone, as it is not safe. In the future, I will perhaps have a sitter for you when I am away, but for now I will have to rely on your obedience, as much as that idea makes me dubious. Understand slut?"

"Yes Mistress", he replied.

"What is to happen tonight?", she asked.

"I am to eat dinner on the floor at your feet, then I am to clean up, then I am to go to my cage in your room and wait for you while you go out, Mistress," he recited back to her.

"Very good, slave," she said, "And I may even have a reward for you when I return for being such a good learner tonight."

***

As soon as they finished dinner and he started to clean up, she left without saying a word. He wondered what sort of reward she might have in mind.

It seemed to be an eternity that he waited for her in his cage. It was uncomfortable and cramped, a 4x4x4 cube, and for that reason, coupled with his uncomfortable, yet exciting, uncertainty about the turn of events in his marriage, he was unable to sleep while he waited. After an hour or so he began to get bored and restless, but decided against giving in to the urge to leave his cage for fear she'd find out by some mysterious means. If only he could play with himself to while the time, but the chastity device made that impossible. He'd just have to be patient and wait for her to get home. She was a woman after all, and would certainly want his cock inside her at some point, he thought to himself.

Another hour or two passed as he fantasized about making love to his wife, and all the kinky things he was sure she had in store for him. After about a total of 4 or 5 hours, he couldn't be sure as there was no clock in sight from the cage, he started to finally drift off to sleep. At just that moment, he heard the front door open. He heard her voice talking to someone, but couldn't make out the words. She must be talking on her cell, he thought. He saw her enter the room.

She walked up to his cage and pulled a padlock out of her coat pocket. With an evil grin, and without saying a word she secured the lock on the door of the cage. She then proceeded to strip off her coat and lay down on the bed.

"You may enter now!", she called out.

He felt a wrenching in his stomach. A young man walked through the door and into the bedroom. He looked to be in his early 20s, good looking with longish, straight brown hair. He was wearing tight black jeans, a tight red tshirt, and a tan leather jacket.

"You weren't kidding!", he said, walking over towards the cage with a curious expression on his face, "I guess you are really in the doghouse there, buddy!"

"I told you to keep your slutty little mouth shut, boy!", she scolded the stranger, "Now do as I say or you will leave here with blue balls!"

"Sorry, Ma'am", the boy said, humbly.

"I'll let it slide this time, boy, but you mind yourself", she said, firmly, but more gently than before, "You can see by the pathetic state of my 'husband', that I do not suffer fools gladly. Now strip!"

Christina then turned to Carl and said, "You have been wise to remain silent as I have instructed you earlier. As your reward, I will allow you to watch as this young stud satisfies me, rather than blindfold you as I originally planned. I do suggest you continue the good behavior."

Carl felt his heart sink. It didn't look like she was going to be needing his cock any time soon. He decided to remain silent, however. He knew it could only get worse if he didn't.

Carl watched as the young man stripped. He envied the young man's body. He was slim, toned, and relatively hairless except for a bush above his rather large, circumsized cock. Plus he was a good 10 years younger than Carl.

When the young man was finished undressing, Christina gestured to him worldlessly to approach. She sat up on the bed, grabbed the young man by the hair on the back of his head, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him passionately. She wrapped her booted legs around him and started to grind against him wildly. Suddenly she straightened out her legs and pushed him off of her roughly.

"Take off my boots!", she commanded him.

The young man got down on his knees next to the bed to do as he was told. Carl could see that the boy was sporting a rather large erection. Carl wished it was him at his wife's feet instead of this punk, but somehow the situation also excited him. He could feel his own cock starting to grow, pressing against the tight, plastic confines of the chastity device. It got uncomfortable quickly. It didn't feel like it would injure him, but it definitely drew his attention to that region of his own anatomy.

"I want you to worship my feet now boy," Christina said, "See how lovely they smell after being cooped up in those boots for hours? That's right, breathe in the aroma." She covered the young man's face with both of her feet, he legs extended all the way, pushing his body back at an angle. The young man reached down and started gently stroking his rock hard cock. "That's a nice cock you have there, boy," she said, "That will feel really good inside me in a little bit. If you are a good boy and don't come tonight until I instruct you to, you will be allowed back again for more fun. Do you think you can manage that, stud?"

"Yes, Ma'am, anything you desire," the young man responded, "I will do my best to control myself for you, I swear!".

"That's a good boy!", she said, "Now I want you to suck my toes nice and good!" She took her right foot and shoved it in the boys mouth. "Let go of that cock and focus on pleasing Me!", she said, "And if you are good at what you do I will allow you to come when I am ready."

He did as she said and used both hands to hold up her foot while he passionately licked and sucked it, not seeming to miss a single spot. He then took all of her toes into his mouth at once and she shoved her whole foot in so deep he gagged. She laughed and pulled her foot away, presenting him with the other for him to continue his task. After a few minutes she pulle that foot away too and intructed him to remove her leather panties.

"Same drill as before. Smell first, then you may suck," she said, shoving his face between her legs so he could get a good nosefull of her heavenly scent. Carl watched as she cluched the back of the boys head, seemingly never letting him up for air even once. She gyrated and ground herself into the boy until she let out the loud cry of a massive orgasm. The young man's cock seemed to get harder, even though it didn't seem possible. It looked like he may come without any physical contact at all. "I am glad you love pussy so much, boy", she said, "It shows, you know? Do you think you can fuck me without coming, now?"

"To be honest, I don't think that is possible," he said, "I feel like I am going to come right now."

"Well then, I promised my slave a little treat tonight", she said, "You have more than satisfied me with your tongue, already. I will allow you to come in my slave's mouth as his special treat for his obedience to me. Will you do that for me, boy?"

"Like I said earlier, Ma'am, I will do anything you wish."

"Good boy!", she praised him, "Slave! Put your face between the bars of your cage and open your mouth. Do not hesitate or say anything, or you know I will make you sorry you did!"

Carl did as she commanded.

"Ok, boy", she said, "I want you to grab the back of his head and fuck his mouth until you come. Do it now!"

The young man did as he was told. Carl felt the man's cock slide into his mouth and down his throat. He gagged, but the man mercifully pulled back out a little. Thankfully Christina either didn't notice, or chose not to mention it, "Now fuck my little faggot's head, boy. Come in his pathetic mouth and show your devotion to Me!" The young man thrusted in and out of Carl's mouth, careful not to go so deep as to gag him again. As humiliating as it was, (Carl had never even consider doing anything sexual with a man before in his life), the idea that they were doing this for her turned him on to his suprise. The man came quickly and Carl found himself closing his lips tightly around the man's large cock, taking it deeper and greedily sucking every last drop of cum from it. All he could think of was how passionately happy he was to please his Mistress. He would suck a million more cocks for her if she wished it!</lj-cut>