Martial Bliss (Bondage, Couple Domination, Femdom, Society Whipping)

"Honey, what is this?"

That was me talking. I was holding a picture in my hand, and I suppose I knew exactly what it was. Sort of.

It was a picture of Mimi. My wife. In leather.

Completely in leather: it was an abbreviated outfit with straps, a halter, leather bracelets, the works. I stared at it.

But the thing that amazed me the most were the restraints on her wrists.

"Yes?" I finally heard her answer: she was in the other room, so I went to find her.

"I found this picture," I said. I glanced at her. I wondered if she knew what I had in my hand: obviously she had to know this picture existed and knew I might well run across it. She showed no sign.

"Oh, that," she said when I showed it to her.

I stared at her. It hit me: my Mimi had done this; posed for this picture, and I'd never had a clue. Three years together, two years of marriage. She'd posed for a picture in an S&M; outfit. And she nonchalantly says oh, that.

"Well?" I asked. She had to realize she owed me an explanation.

"Ron was into that."

She'd posed like this for Ron! "You posed like this for Ron?"

"He was into that stuff." She giggled just a little. She thought it was funny.

I took a deep breath. "You went along with it?" I asked. Obviously she had.

"I guess so."

"You never told me? Your own husband?"

"What's it to you? Do we trot out every detail of our old relationships?"

I stared. This was kind of much. She went on, saying again: "He was into that kind of stuff."

Now you have to understand, it kind of takes the wind out of your sails when you discover that your life-partner has shared wild experiences with some other lover, and not even given any consideration to that possibility that you might have inclinations of your own. Mimi had certainly never shown a hint of interest in this kind of thing since I knew her.

"You'd do that kind of stuff with Ron?" I asked.

She shrugged in answer. I felt she might be a little perturbed that I wasn't letting this drop, but I couldn't stop myself.

"Didn't you ever think I might be interested in that?"

"You're not interested in that!" She broke into a smile while she was talking: obviously amused. After grinning at me a second, she seemed to realize I was serious. "You just think you are: the picture looks exotic and sexy to you."

"How would you know: you've never bothered to talk about it with me."

"I haven't heard you bringing up the subject." She looked at me, and I felt she had this smug feeling she'd won the exchange. While I was thinking of my reply, she went on: "It's just this club Ron and I went to."

"Club?"

"Yeah. An S&M; group. Believe me, you wouldn't want anything to do with it."

I looked at the picture in my hand. Mimi is nice looking if I say so myself: seeing her in that leather and those restraints! "I think you might want to rethink that."

"Listen," she said, but then fell into obvious thought. Then she looked at me and said: "You really think you're interested in an S&M; club?"

I probably smiled, or suppressed one. This was like a revelation to me: who would have thought this morning that today Mimi would have a serious conversation with me about the possibility of getting into S&M;? I looked at the picture again. "Sure," I said.

"You'd be interested in joining?"

"Yes."

She didn't answer for a minute, but just stared at me. Now I wondered what she was thinking. "OK," she said. I stared at her. OK? "I'll take you."

If I expected a smile from her at that moment, I didn't get it. She just walked away, looking very thoughtful. I followed her, but she seemed distracted. Finally she turned to me and said: "Now what?"

"That's it? You'll take me?"

"Isn't that what you want?"

"Can't you tell me about the group?"

"Not much: I'm not allowed."

Not allowed! "Is it here in town?"

"Yes."

"And you can get in touch with them?" This certainly wasn't anything that was in the phone book!

"Yes." I was going to ask her another question, but she cut me off with: "Listen, you'll find out about it. Believe me, I can't really say very much."

And that's how it started. A week later we were lined up to go, she wouldn't say where. As the day approached, it got so I could think of little else. Wednesday night the two of us were going to an S&M; club! Mimi in that outfit! Photographed! I couldn't imagine what it was going to be like.

I wanted to know what I should wear. She said anything, then suggested that jeans would be fine. After work I changed & observed her dressing. She was not wearing jeans, but a black dress, rather nice.

"Are you sure this is all right?" Me in jeans, her like that.

"Yes," she said. I couldn't get her to say too much about any of it.

She insisted on driving. We went off into the suburbs, then into the country where some of the larger houses are located. We drove up a long driveway, pulling behind a line of cars near the house: it must have been ten cars or so.

"Well, here we are," I offered, or possibly some other innocuous observation like that. Inside, I was feeling an excitement and nervousness that was driving me crazy.

She just sat in the driver's seat for a moment and said: "yeah." She almost seemed reluctant to go in. I briefly wondered whether I was pressuring her into something she never really liked, but anticipation of what was coming and the thought that she'd done it with Ron drove that thought out of my mind. Jealousy?

"You ready?" I asked.

"Listen," she said, looking at me. "There are rules. You don't mind?"

"That there are rules?" That would be natural. "Of course not."

"This is your first time. Your initiation."

I hadn't thought of that. But it made sense. "OK," I said.

"Let's get out," she said, opening the car door, and I followed suit. At the front of the car, she paused and looked up at me. "You have to follow the rules."

I looked at her. She probably saw curiosity on my face. "To obey," she said.

"Oh," I said. I guess it would be a real initiation. I was in for something.

"You have to... take off your clothes."

I looked at her. She just stood there. Now? "Now," she added, reading my mind.

I guess it was hitting home. I'd just accepted in theory that I was in for a genuine initiation: now I was faced with the practice. "OK," I said.

She smiled a little--it seemed she was relieved I hadn't exploded or something. I realized that she had some legitimate fears about us getting into this and I felt for her.

I looked around. We were far enough in the country that there weren't neighbors or people on the street to gawk. Could I make myself undress right here in this front yard? Obviously we were committed: I sure hoped it was the correct house!

I pulled off my t-shirt. She obviously meant my jeans too, so after very little delay, I took them off too. She still just looked at me. "Everything?" I asked. She nodded.

I did it. I stood there, completely naked in that front yard of some stranger. I realized that I was trusting Mimi to a very great extent, not that there was any reason that that should bother me.

"OK, now you need to wear this," she said. She had a piece of cloth in her hand and she reached up toward my head. I realized it was a blindfold.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I allowed her to tie it on, and found myself standing there, wondering what was happening. "You'll have to lead me in," I said.

"Oh. You'll have to be quiet."

Naturally. I heard her doing something. She took my wrist and I felt her put something on it. "Put your hands behind you," she said.

She was putting handcuffs on me! Or some kind of restraints. Suddenly I felt like being naked and blindfolded had been nothing compared to this. But I managed to go along with it, feeling her fasten my wrists together.

"Open your mouth," she said. She put something in my mouth, and fastened it around my head. Gagged.

Blindfolded. Naked. Gagged. "Follow me," she said, taking my arm and pulling forward.

I walked. I was definitely in Mimi's hands. As I walked, I wondered if this is what I'd been expecting. No, it wasn't. I couldn't think of any reason why I shouldn't expect something like this, but all I'd thought about was Mimi in that outfit. Mimi restrained. Other women. Spankings? Some sort of little group scenes? Semi-public sex?

I hadn't thought of this. "Watch the step," Mimi said. We were at the front porch. We stopped. I heard the faint sound of the doorbell inside.

And the door open.

"Oh, it's Mimi!" came a female voice. Once again, the thought of the situation I was in seemed to hit me like a ton of bricks. "Come in, come in!" continued the voice, sounding excited.

I was led into the door. "Ah, I see your quest is finally fulfilled," said another, lower female voice. "How'd you do it?"

"She married him," said the first voice.

"Married him!" responded the second. "Now that's dedication! Here, this way." Mimi'd let go of me, but I felt a hand on my arm again and I was sure it was this second female. She drew me forward. I followed.

And walked through the house. And numerous voices in conversation, some talking about me. Quest. This was definitely more than I bargained for.

We left the room and it was quiet except for the conversational noise from the other room. Whoever was leading me slowed me down and I felt myself bump into something. "On it," said the woman. I felt as best I could with my leg: it was a bed I'd bumped into. She wanted me to get on the bed.

I managed to sit. She took my ankles: she pulled them together and fastened them together, somehow. Then she put something around my neck. Then she moved, and I felt a brief tug on my neck: a cord or something was attached to whatever it was she put around it. Then she left.

And that was it. I sat there. Tied, gagged, presumably fastened there so I couldn't even wriggle away very far. I'd heard the sounds of conversation when she apparently opened the door, and heard the shutting of the door muffle it. I still heard talking, and an occasional laugh through the door.

I just sat there. Is this what I was thinking when I'd hounded Mimi about the club? But then I had something else to think about: I felt movement on the bed and heard something. I realized there was definitely someone else in the room.

For some reason, that scared me. Someone in the room. Whoever it was didn't speak. There was more movement on the bed. I heard more sounds. I sat there, listening, paying attention. Soon I concluded there was more than one other person in the room. I heard the sound of them changing position, but no one ever said a word. Or walked anywhere. I tried to figure out what was going on.

The door opened. I could almost see it in my mind, my hearing had tuned itself so well to the situation. Laughing voices entered: two female voices.

"Not too bad. Mimi did all right," said one.

"Look: he's shy," said the other. They were moving around the room. "Here," the second voice added. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my neck. I ended up keeling over onto the bed.

On top of someone. Whoever it was lying on the bed. I felt very uncomfortable about it, and ended up trying to pull back, but the cord to my neck wouldn't let me. One of the voices laughed.

Suddenly there was a hand on my cock. Obviously one of the two women. Just as quickly, it was gone. Then they left immediately, both talking. I recall one of them saying "much better."

And I was left there, lying down. On and against someone. At least two people, I realized. And I realized I wasn't really sure if they were men or women. That thought really had me paralyzed.

I might have thought back to what I had been expecting and how different this was, but I couldn't drag my thoughts away from my current situation. Me, tied to a bed with other men? Could they be men? I couldn't think of any reason why not. Maybe both men and women.

But there was nothing I could do about it. I simply avoided moving and raced my mind. Time and more time passed, and I heard a little variation in the muffled conversation, but nothing really changed.

Finally, the conversation stopped. Low as the sound from the other room was, it was about all the sensation I had other than the contact with whomever it was who shared this room and bed. Over time, I concluded that it was more than two others: probably several.

I heard a single voice from the other room. Someone speaking, a female, obviously to the whole group. I couldn't make out the words. After a while, someone else spoke for a while.

Then I heard a number of voices saying something, speaking together as if in chorus. Very strange.

Then everything was silent. That lasted for ten minutes, I'm sure. Then suddenly there was a little general conversation, almost immediately overcome by a single loud voice. Then the loud voice spoke and the rest of the room was silent.

Then there was a noise. And a voice said a word, loudly. And the noise again, a smacking sound. And a word. And again. I realized it was someone counting. Four... Five.. Six... I knew exactly what was happening, but had no idea who was getting it, or what they would look like. A man? A woman? Eleven... Twelve...

They stopped at twenty-five. The room burst into applause and talking. Suddenly the door opened.

Over the conversation in the other room, I could easily tell that females had come in: at least three. Suddenly I felt tugging on my neck, and soon I found myself very awkwardly sliding off the bed onto the floor. There was so much talking that nothing in particular stood out: some were talking about other people, their families, their work. Someone was still tugging on the cord to my neck. I made my way across the floor in an extremely awkward fashion, more or less moving like a worm, following the pulling.

I could tell I was going out the door. Voices were all around me. Suddenly, my rear stung: someone had slapped it or whipped me with something. And again. Instinctively, I tried to turn so my rear wasn't so prominent. While I was on my side, people sat on me!

I was pinned to the floor on my side, at least two people straddling me. The whipping continued. I writhed, feeling panic as well as pain. A hand grabbed my cock.

The whipping continued and the hand started working on my cock: squeezing it rhythmically and rubbing the head. I must have been a little hard already and I was very hard very quickly. It was difficult to think: the whipping continued. I soon realized I was going to come: like it or not.

The talking simply continued. I heard laughing and I could tell it was at me.

I came. I heard a couple of people clapping and cheering for a little while, but the general conversation continued. Then I discerned a little bit of talk discussing how many times I'd been whipped: fifteen or sixteen times. Then I was rolled and forced to lie flat on my stomach, still two people sitting on me. My rear stung from another blow: whoever it was could do it harder in this position.

I struggled, but I had no chance. The whipping continued. I heard one voice counting the blows. Near thirty, the voice grew louder, and I could actually tell that the thirtieth would be the last. On my thirtieth, there was more spontaneous applause and cheering.

Then the whole room grew quiet.

The two sitting on me got up, and hands pulled on my shoulders and on the line attached to my neck, getting me to get up off the floor. In a second, I was standing. Hands went to my blindfold took it off.

There were lots of women in the room, all looking at me. It was basically quiet, but a few women did exchange comments quietly. I didn't see Mimi at first, but then saw her across the room, sitting next to another woman. They exchanged a few words. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to me. There were several women close to me, and one stood next to me, holding my arm as well as the cord that was tied to the collar I was wearing.

Most of the women were dressed in black: in dresses, pants, or skirt and blouse. But a few were dressed like I'd seen Mimi in the picture: very brief leather outfits with halters, straps, collars, wrist and ankle cuffs. One was standing by herself at the side of the room, looking out over it; another had a tray of drinks she was taking around. A third was perched on some sitting woman's knee.

"You should be proud," said the woman who was holding me. "It's you who have brought to Mimi the honor of full membership." She smacked my rear, but not hard. Of course I didn't answer, still gagged.

The woman carrying the drinks approached, offering one to my guard, who said "no", but then put her hand behind the woman's neck, holding it, and looked back at me. "Of course, we'll miss some of the fun we used to have with Mimi," she said. The woman just stood there. The guard's hand slid down her back. It was behind the woman's rear. I couldn't see what the guard was doing. The woman stood there, holding the tray. As I watched, her eyes glazed over and her mouth fell open. I thought she might drop the tray. Suddenly there was a smacking sound and the guard withdrew her hand. "Think you're here just to enjoy yourself?" said the guard to the woman, in an amused voice. The women left, going to offer drinks to other women.

Conversation had grown, and the crowd didn't seem to be focused on me, though I did see women look my way on occasion, sometimes pointing. I did notice that two of the women who were sitting on a couch had started kissing each other. None of the others seemed to pay them any attention.

My guard said: "Now it's time for your initiation. And your training."

Then I saw two of the servant-women (as I started to think of them) leading in two men. The men were blindfolded and had their wrists tied behind them, and had collars on with cords that the women were leading them by, but were otherwise naked. They all met about six feet in front of me and my guard. The two servant-women withdrew and two of the other women approached the two men. One of the men was made to kneel.

"This week-end, you'll be doing this," said my guard, "on command." She smiled at me.

The man on his knees started sucking the cock of the other man! I stared! The women had little whips of some kind and they started whipping both of the men's asses. Other women throughout the room were looking openly at them and smiling, though none laughed. I noticed the servant-woman who was perched on another woman's knee now had her top undone. She still sat there. The other woman seemed to be touching her back.

The group in front of me continued: the man sucking, the other just standing there. The guard next to me giggled. "We have some very efficient teaching methods," she said. "You're going to spend the rest of the week in the basement: Mimi'll report you sick."

Then she grabbed my cock. The guard grabbed my cock and started stroking it. Another blindfolded man was being led in, right to in front of me! Hands grabbed me. Someone started playing with my rear, sliding a finger in my crack, touching my anus. They made the man kneel!

The guard had gotten my cock a little hard. I could see what was coming. I felt like struggling, but I couldn't: not with my ankles and wrists bound.

I was afraid of falling. The guard held my cock out and pressed the man's head forward. He took it in his mouth. I stared. Hands continued to caress and tease me. The man sucked. The guard started touching my chest. She pinched my nipples, and ran her hands up my neck, and over my chin. She smiled up at me, and somehow it looked like she genuinely wanted me to enjoy myself.

I couldn't help it. The sensations were too much: my excitement grew. I looked over the room. The women on the couch who had been kissing now were slouched until they were almost horizontal, and each had a hand up the other's skirt. There were five of the servant-women all standing in a line on the other side of the room. A couple of other women were walking around them, looking like drill-sergeants. One of them stopped suddenly, took a the servant-women's chin in her hand, looked at her briefly, then bent forward and started kissing her. The other woman approached the same servant-woman from behind, pressed her body against the servant- woman's and grabbed her arms, holding the servant-woman against her.

Next to Mimi and the woman she was talking to was Ron! He was the only man I saw other than the three naked men in front of me. Ron and Mimi and the other woman were talking. He was dressed all in black. His hand was on Mimi's knee. I stared.

A blindfold covered my eyes. I stood there. Sensation blotted out any thought of what I'd just been seeing. I felt myself start to spasm, my body jerking. Hands kept me upright. I felt light-headed.

*      *      *

It was Sunday night, and I was driving Mimi home. Guards had made me dress in the basement and led me to the car, Mimi coming out a few minutes later. I looked at her for a second, then started the car. I hadn't seen her again all those days and nights. Memory of the hours rushed back: the training as they called it. The sex. What I'd done with other men.

We drove a while in silence.

"Well," said Mimi, at last. "Did you like it?"

Did I like it? No, like was not the right word. I couldn't say I liked it. I'd been driven to ecstasy repeatedly. I somehow knew that there was going to be more. And that I'd be unhappy if there weren't. But I didn't like it. I didn't answer.

Mimi giggled. Then she reached over and unzipped me, while we were driving. In a moment, she had my cock out.

"Make yourself come. Now!" she said.

The steel in her voice when she said the word now. I'd heard that from others so many times over those few days. She steadied the wheel as I obeyed.