Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

It all depends on what kind of a mood we are both in. We have been married long enough that we can kind of sense what the other wants.

"However, it is understood that whoever is in charge must play that role to the hilt. For example, when it's my turn to be boss, I am really a dominatrix. I even dress for the part in severe clothing and give orders that are deliberately unreasonable. And I even make him dress for the submissive role, often requiring him to wear a combination of women's clothing and shackles. I might add that we have quite a collection of items for this purpose.

"For example, I often require him to serve me attired in a complete French maid's costume consisting of frilly black undies, a firm black satin corset that compresses his waist quite a bit and also serves to hold up his long, black net stockings, abbreviated and flared black uniform dress trimmed in white and worn with highly starched white apron, high-heeled black sandals and little white maid's cap. I even require makeup and complete feminine accessories.

"While waiting on me hand and foot in this outfit, I usually require him to be restrained in some manner. Quite often this consists of a pair of serving shackles: metal cuffs that confine both wrists and ankles and which are connected by ten-inch chain hobbles. The wrist and ankle hobbles are also connected to one another by a four-foot-length of chain, which serves to confine his movements all the more. Although this outfit is quite confining, he can still perform chores in it.

"On such occasions, I usually dress in dominatrix style: leather slacks or skirts, boots, long black nylon hose, long kid gloves, and similar garments. Over the past several years, we have managed to acquire a nice collection of fetish-style boots of various types. Most are knee length and all of them have high, tapering heels, at least three inches, and up to five inches in length. Lacing up and polishing my shoes is one of my husband's chores and, although that often takes a considerable amount of time, I never seem to hear any complaints.

"When we are dressed up like that, my husband is expected to wait on me hand and foot. Although I am completely unreasonable, he can expect to be punished by more bondage for the slightest shortcoming. Thus, he may find himself serving me with his head confined in a tight leather bridle with a metal bit between his teeth. Or he may have to wear the leather discipline helmet, which covers his head completely except for his eyes and nose.

"If I have no chore for him to perform at the moment, he may be tied in a manner that leaves him completely immobile and quite uncomfortable. We keep a collection of ropes and straps throughout the house for this purpose, and also have some special bondage devices in our spare bedroom. Thus, he may find himself confined in a modern replica of an old-fashioned pillory, or he may find his arms tied to an overhead trapeze drawn up to leave him on tiptoe.

"As further punishment, he may find himself subjected to a good hot spanking. Thus, attired in his French-maid outfit and shackled so as to make all resistance impossible, he may be turned up face down over my lap. After raising his uniform skirt, I slip his panties down to the tops of his stockings and then go to work briskly with my gloved hand.

Just using my hand like that, I can lay on a spanking hard enough to leave his bottom burning brightly for some little time afterward.

"At times when I am in charge, I am also in command in the bedroom. On such occasions, he is always at least partially restrained and I always play the aggressive role. Sometimes, I even blindfold him so that he can concentrate on the task of pleasing me. He is quite proficient at cunnilingus and really loves doing it for me. I might add that, on such occasions, I invariably take the top position when we have intercourse.

"Of course, when my husband is in charge, our roles are completely reversed and he is the bondage master while I am the servile sex slave.

To keep me reminded of my lowly status, I have to go around the house attired in skimpy punishment-type costumes designed to show off my figure in a highly provocative and embarrassing manner.

"For example, I am often required to wear an outfit consisting of see-through white blouse with nothing beneath it, long black kid gloves, an ultra-short black or red satin skirt that might look more appropriate on a drum majorette, a heavily boned waist-cincher type corset that really gives me an hourglass figure, long black stockings held up by supporters attached to the corset, and spike-heeled black leather sandals with four-inch-high heels. With this I wear very heavy makeup and am often required to wear my platinum-blond hair in two long braids.

"When waiting on him while attired in this manner, I am usually restrained in one form or another. Most often this consists of the serving shackles I mentioned before. Although I can get around in them quite well, it doesn't take long for them to become quite heavy.

However, I know if I complain I will spend some time gagged in one manner or another.

"When he has nothing better for me to do, my husband will dream up some new method of restraining me completely. At one time or another, I am sure that every piece of furniture in our house has been used as some type of bondage prop. He invariably ties me in ways that leave me totally immobile and also vulnerable for various forms of sexual torment.

"From time to time, I know I can expect a spanking along with the bondage. He uses only his hand but, believe me, that is more than enough! He invariably peels my panties down and puts me face down over his lap for the warming. Although I am usually restrained in some manner on such occasions, he nearly always leaves my legs free because he enjoys seeing stockinged legs kicking back and forth while the spanks are being applied. And I'll admit I do plenty of kicking when that solid hand of his builds a blazing fire in my posterior!

"When he is in charge, I am treated like a slave girl in the bedroom as well as elsewhere. I like to think I'm a pretty good fellatrix; at least I get plenty of practice. When I am performing fellatio for him, my husband likes to use a dildo or vibrator to torment me and we usually bring each other to a climax that way.

"Although we play these various roles with each other, both of us much to prefer to play the submissive role. Sometime ago we realized that it would really be ideal if we could find someone who could train us together, but of course that was easier said than done. However, about a year ago we made contact with a divorcee, whose name is Grace M. When she offered to give us one of her personal 'treatments' in the privacy of our home, we jumped at the chance."

Jeanine went on to describe how an appointment was arranged with Grace for an evening of domination and offbeat sexual thrills. The dominatrix specified that Ralph had to be attired in his French-maid's outfit and be under restraint at the time of her arrival. In addition, she stipulated that Jeanine had to be wearing one of her punishment-type outfits, and that various bondage and discipline devices be readily available.

Thus, the evening of the appointment found Ralph dressed in the maid's outfit and confined in the serving shackles. For her part, Jeanine wore her long gloves, see-through white blouse, abbreviated red satin skirt that failed to cover her stocking tops, and four-inch-high heeled sandals. The two of them made certain that an ample supply of bondage and punishment devices were distributed around their living room.

Visibly nervous, they awaited the arrival of the dominatrix. The loud, authoritative knock on the door made them both jump.

"I'll get it," Jeanine spoke up. The attractive platinum blonde swallowed hard and suddenly backed up a few steps as she opened the door. Grace stepped quickly through the door, slamming it behind her.