When he came in he kissed me gently on the head and told me to stand up. He ran his hand over my pubic mound and kissed me passionately on the lips. I could tell that he was pleased with the smoothness he felt. He ate dinner in a leisurely way while I served his wine. I had eaten earlier in the day, as instructed, so that I would not have to be punished shortly after a full meal.

When the meal was finished and I had cleared away, I was instructed to go and kneel before the bedroom mirror. I took my position and clasped my hands behind my back. My husband came in and removed the belt from his trousers. It is brown leather, one and a half inches wide and very supple. He has worn the same belt since before I met him and he is never without it. As he folded the belt to take the buckle and opposite end into his firm hand I trembled and tears welled in my eyes before I had received a single stroke. In his strong, firm voice my husband asked me how many strokes I was to receive.

"Sixteen Sir" I replied. He confirmed that I was correct and told me that I must call out the strokes as I received them. My husband raised his arm and I watched the belt in the mirror as it arced down before I heard the crack and felt the awful pain in my right breast. I cried out "one" as I saw the bright red mark rise immediately along the top of my breast. Instead of the second stroke coming immediately, my husband walked round in front of me and positioned himself to strike the other breast. With perfect precision, the second stroke matched the first and I gasped as I called out "two". The punishment continued alternately to my breasts until the ninth stroke when I screamed and clasped my hands to my breasts when the belt hit the same spot for the second or third time. Realising what I had done, I put my hands back behind me as soon as I could, but I forgot to number the stroke. My husband went to the wardrobe where he took a scarf and tied my wrists behind my back. He told me that the last stroke would not be counted because I had not called it, and I would receive an additional two strokes on my vagina for breaking discipline by putting my hands to my breasts. My belting continued. Although I screamed in pain several times, I succeeded in calling the numbers and for the last four strokes, my husband had me lay on my back on the bed so that he could hit the unmarked lower part of my breasts. When this stage of my punishment was finished, my husband kissed each of my bruised and swollen breasts before telling me that I was to kneel in front of the mirror for one hour before punishment continued. He untied my wrists.

As I knelt I watched my breasts change from brilliant red with purple patches, where the blows had overlapped, to a darker colour. They were swollen and different from their usual shape. The stinging pain gradually subsided and the heat seemed to seep from my breasts throughout my body. I had not been forbidden to touch myself so I massaged them gently. The feel of the heat into my hands was so strange, but good as well. As I looked and felt my punished body I feared for what was to come. My husband is a good and kind man and he promised when we married that he would never do me any permanent damage although I would be corrected if I failed to maintain the standards necessary from his wife. I had broken my promise that I would make love to him at any time and in any way that he chose and I was being punished for it. In my heart I knew that he would not break his promise, but I was still frightened of how I could take the vagina punishment that I was due. It would surely be terribly painful and I had already failed to keep position when my breasts were being beaten. I dared not fail him again. Despite the pain in my breasts and the fear for my vagina, I was also excited and when I touched myself between my legs I was very wet. I realised that my time must be coming to an end and I heard my husband in the shower. When he came into the bedroom he was naked and carrying a wooden bar that I had never seen before.

We have a blanket box in the bedroom which has a padded top. It is just about the length of my body and the top of it is about 18 inches high. We have made love on it a few times and I have been spanked across it. My husband placed it in front of the mirror with the scarf underneath it. He instructed me to lie on the box on my back with my crotch level with the end. In this position my head was on the box and I knew that I should look at the mirror. My husband took the bar, which was about two feet long and put it between my knees. There was a leather cuff at each end of the bar and my husband secured them around my legs just above the knee. He then tied my wrists to either end of the scarf so that my hands rested on the floor at either side of the box. I felt very much better when he had done this because I would not now be able to close my legs or try to stop any blows with my hands. With the preparation complete, my husband went to his desk and collected the flogger.

The flogger has a smoothly polished hardwood handle and six square leather tails which are about two feet long. Each of the tails had a single knot tied in it close to the end. My husband made the flogger himself. The leather was sold by a specialist leather shop as bootlaces and the handle belonged to a garden trowel. Although the leather tails are quite thin they fall heavily and the sting that I have felt on my bottom, thighs and breasts was enough to tell me that my vagina would hurt. He positioned himself above me and said "how many strokes are you due?" For an hour I had worried and reflected on my original sixteen and the extra two so I replied "eighteen Sir" without any hesitation or doubt. Once again I was instructed to call out the stroke numbers as they were administered.

I watched in the mirror as his arm rose and the flogger dropped down over his back before whistling through the air and cracking into the lips of my sex. "One" I called immediately and the arm was back up as a gasped. The second stroke made its stinging strike before I started breathing again and I breathed in sharply before I could call out "two". The following three strokes came in quick succession and I let out an involuntary cry before I could call number five. At this point my husband lifted one leg over the box and stood to one side rather than directly over me. The next five strokes still struck me firmly on my vulva, but they were at an angle. My husband then stepped across to the other side of the box and continued. by the time of the fifteenth stroke I was screaming each time the flogger hit me, but I still managed to call out the number. for the last three strokes, my husband straddled the box again. Tears streamed from my eyes so that I could hardly see myself in the mirror, but through the blur the flogger flashed in time with the whistle and crack. Of course I could not see my labia, but it was the only part of my body that I could feel. Fiery pain filled my groin while waves of ecstasy flooded my body as I called the last stroke. My husband released me and as he lifted me onto the bed I felt his erection press into the side of my body. Without a second of hesitation, he spread my legs and thrust his full length into my burning vagina. His body pressed down onto me and I was aware again of my bruised breasts chafed by his wiry chest hair. He kissed me deeply and passionately as he pounded my punished vagina. Within seconds I orgasmed so intensely that I felt that I was close to losing consciousness. Orgasm after orgasm flooded me and then my husband lifted my knees and pressed his penis into my bottom. There was little resistance as his soaked penis entered me and I remembered wondering whether my tighter hole was nicer for him than my vagina, or if the punishment had made my swollen vulva a more satisfying place than it might usually be. After a few hard thrusts of his full length into my anus he commanded "mouth"and withdrew with a loud plopping sound. I turned instantly to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair as he pushed himself right into my throat. There were just one or two thrusts before I felt his penis throb and he ejaculated. As his semen started to spurt into my throat he pulled back a little so that he filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight round him and made sure that I swallowed every drop before licking him thoroughly clean.

When I had finished my husband kissed me on the mouth. I thanked him for my punishment and for the wonderful lovemaking. I promised him that I would never again refuse him sex whenever, wherever and however he wanted it. He said "I know". We pulled the bed covers over us and went to sleep in each others arms. I was wakened again twice during the night for him to take me. Each time he ejaculated into my mouth after penetrating me anally. I had never felt more loved or wanted in my life.

I was very sore the next day and I had some difficulty in walking due to the pain between my legs as I did so. The marks remained for a long time although they changed colour daily. For the next several days my husband had intercourse with me vaginally although he always finished in my mouth and sometimes he had me anally as well. I am sure he enjoyed penetrating my swollen and discoloured vagina more than when it was in its normal state.

The bruises on my breasts were visible for more than two weeks. There was one permanent change from that day. I am now required to keep my pubic area completely free of hair. I receive a waxing every three weeks and I am now having electrolysis to permanently remove the hair growth. I hid my marks from the lady who does my hair removal on the first time that I was waxed, but now I have been several times. I always have the same person to do the work and she has certainly seen the results of my punishments by now. Although we talk all the time as she works, she has never mentioned the marks on my bottom. I was very self conscious about it at first, but I am not any more. I don't suppose she will ever mention it. I never will.

For several days after my punishment I felt the tenderness each time I put on my knickers or bra. I was aware of the swelling and sensitivity every step I took and each time I leant over a table or work surface. When it came to my maintenance I felt the spanking differently from usual on the fading cane marks on my bottom. As I knelt before the mirror for my husband to urinate in my mouth I glanced sideways and saw my purple and yellow streaked breasts. I felt so happy and secure that my husband loved me so well and cared for me so thoroughly. When he had emptied his bladder into me and I had kissed and licked him clean he told me about the feedback that he had received from my punishment writing.

I had been required to invite reader comment on what might be done to me for my disobedience. I didn't know if anybody would be interested in what I had written or whether they would respond, but I did have some apprehension about it. My husband said that he had many suggestions. Mostly he did not consider them appropriate, but he would tell me about them over the coming weeks. However, he had decided to introduce one suggestion. This was called 'rimming'.

When my husband taught me what this meant it was the most incredible experience that I shall never forget. I was told to shower and then bend over the blanket box in front of the mirror. When my husband entered the bedroom, I looked in the mirror to see if I could see anything in his hand, but I could not. As he approached I prepared for something painful to happen, but I could not think what it would be. Then he knelt behind me, grasped my buttocks in his large hands and parted them. As I gazed at the mirror in apprehension he leant forward until his face was right into my bottom and suddenly I felt the warm, wet feel of his tongue on my anus. I gasped with surprise and then drew in a breath as his tongue probed into me. The sensation was indescribable when the tip of his tongue twirled around the entrance to my rear hole. he probed and wriggled it; he licked at the entrance and inside then penetrated his stiff and pointed tongue before bobbing his head in and out in a kind of motion of intercourse. I moaned in ecstasy and disbelief. The sensation was heavenly and wicked at the same time. I knew that this was not my rightful position. My role, my very reason for being, is to pleasure my husband, to serve him and to meet his sexual needs. That is the way that I gain my pleasure and now I was being serviced by him in the most unbelievable and beautiful way. I loved it, but I longed for it to stop. It was not right for my husband to be on his knees behind me and for his proud face to be in my bottom. Orgasm overwhelmed me as my husband massaged my clitoris with one hand and my breast with the other as his tongue tickled my nerve ends until I could think of nothing. Spasm after spasm convulsed me and I felt his tongue being nipped by my convulsing sphincter. He guided me to the bed, laid me down and kissed me passionately on my lips. Our tongues entwined and I sucked gently on his in an instinctive need to clean it although there was no hint of where it had been. My husband told me that this was rimming and in future I would do it to him during my maintenance session each week. After my spanking and when I had done my urinal duty I would rim him until he indicated to me to stop. It must be done in this order because he had no doubt that the rimming would bring him to erection and he intended to follow it immediately by using me as he wished.

On our honeymoon my husband was gentle with me. Our love making was passionate and exciting. He gave me tremendous pleasure and introduced me to the extreme joy of multiple orgasms produced by his hands, tongue and penis. Once I was able to accommodate his large member inside me without discomfort, he told me that it was time to begin our journey of development of our lovemaking into the complete surrender of a wife to the pleasure of her husband. Exactly 7 days after our marriage the first Saturday had arrived for my maintenance. After a delightful lunch in our hotel we returned to our room where he told me to take of my clothes and take a shower. Dried and glowing with expectation and nervousness I returned to the bedroom where my naked husband gestured to me to take my position over his knees. He kissed me gently on the neck and the next thing I knew was a terrible stinging pain in my left buttock. I screamed and kicked out my feet in reflex action. I heard a harsh "keep still and quiet" before a second stroke hit me equally hard on my right buttock.

I bit my lip and held myself rigid until on the sixth stroke I could contain it no longer and I cried out as my tears dropped from my face. As the next stroke came down I put my hand in the way and stopped it from fully completing its blow.

He stopped and in a calm voice he told me to get off his knee and kneel before him. I did as instructed and my husband said. "For interfering in your maintenance you will receive two punishment strokes with my belt on your bottom. You punishment is lenient as this is your first spanking, but future transgressions will be dealt with more severely."

He told me to place myself in a kneeling position with my bottom in the air and my forehead on the floor in the position that my father had told him I knew. With my tears blurring my vision, I did as I was told while he took his belt from the trousers on the bed. The two lashes on my sore bottom hurt beyond description.

During my childhood my father had spanked me with his hand and even caned me when I had been especially naughty, but I now realised that my womanly duties would be much harder to bear.

I was then made to get back onto my husband's knee and receive the remaining four strokes of his hand. This I did without further sound or movement.

At the end of the maintenance my husband kissed me passionately and held me in a loving embrace. He told me that he loved me dearly and he believed that our marriage would be wonderful. Feelings of love swept over me in wave after wave as the fierce stinging in my bottom turned to heat and glow. I could feel that he was very aroused. He told me to kneel again and as I did so his hugely erect member seemed to fill the whole of my tearful vision. He told me to clasp my hands behind me and open my mouth. Taking a handful of my hair he positioned my head and drew my open mouth onto his penis until it filled my mouth fully.

My husband gently explained to me that on this first occasion I should suck and lick his penis until he removed it. I was to use my mouth to stimulate him as much as I could. I must minister to his member as if I were worshipping it with all the devotion that I could raise. My aim was to be to love the presence of it in my mouth as much as I loved to kiss his mouth. I must desire to meet every possible want of the penis with my mouth as I desired to have it work my vagina to orgasm. He said that in the future he would ejaculate into my mouth and that my throat would receive it in the same way as my vagina, but on this first occasion I could just suck and lick.

My mouth was stretched and my jaw ached as I worked feverishly to carry out these orders. All the time my mind was racing with the thoughts of what was to come. Could this really be possible? How could this huge thing get into my throat, and how could I possibly have it spurt into my mouth? Were these things normal and could I cope with them?

While I worked my mouth as best I could my husband started to move my head back a forth a little from the hold he had on my hair. Soon he was groaning. He pulled my head away, threw me face down onto the bed and entered my vagina from behind. We both climaxed violently and the coolness of his belly against by scorching bottom was pure heaven.

He started on a daily programme of oral training as soon as we returned home from the honeymoon. Each day after dinner in the evening, I removed all my clothes and knelt before him in his chair. I was instructed to undo his clothing and take his soft penis into my mouth. I then kissed, licked and sucked it until it became erect. At this stage my husband took my head and told me to clasp my hands behind my back. He moved my mouth up and down on him, telling me to continue using my tongue and sucking. He explained that he was going to push into my throat and when I felt the head of his penis there I must make a swallowing action to allow it to enter easily. He told me that I would gag at first, but with repeated effort I would be able to receive him fully. He tried two or three times on that first occasion, but my throat reacted violently each time causing me to cough and choke and bringing tears to my eyes.

After about thirty minutes of this training, in which there were long periods of me being allowed to suck gently without my throat being tested, he said that he was ready to ejaculate. Not knowing at all what to expect I froze until my husband said "you may as well get used to the taste right away" and I knew that he was going to do it in my mouth. Even so, it was a great shock a few seconds later to feel his penis pulsating and for my mouth to be flooded with semen as he held my head firmly in place. I coughed and some of it splashed out from around my lips and onto his clothing.

My husband lifted my head away. After telling me to look up with my mouth open so that he could see, he commanded me to swallow. I did so although I found it very difficult that first time. My mouth seemed full of stickiness and it would not go down easily.

I was punished for soiling my husband's clothing, but he was not excessive due to my inexperience. After this lesson my husband provided me with a bendable rubber penis which I was to practice putting into my throat until I could do it without being sick. I practised each day while he was at work and with him in the evenings. Over the coming weeks I slowly managed to take him fully into my throat and to swallow his semen fully whether he chose to do it in my mouth or throat. The objective, as explained to me, was to make my mouth as readily usable for intercourse as my vagina and I am proud to say that we have achieved that objective. My husband now ejaculates into my mouth or throat at least once every day and he sometimes chooses for our intercourse to be entirely into my mouth, when he thrusts with just as much vigour as he might at the other end. However, this did not come easily or quickly and my failings during training resulted in a considerable number of punishments. During this period my chastisement was extended beyond my bottom. On three occasions my sensitive inner thighs were beaten with the flogger or belt and once the flogger was used on my breasts.

My breast flogging was not really as painful as some of my other punishments, but I was frightened before it happened and rather worried whether it might cause any injury to me. I should not have had that worry because my husband assured me before our marriage that I would never be caused permanent injury and I know that he is knowledgeable and would never break his word. I must have more trust. The day following the breast flogging I had very clear stripes across them which were slightly raised. I wore a low topped tee shirt throughout the day as I did my work around the house. Seeing the stripes each time I passed a mirror gave me a little thrill. That day I really felt that I was owned by my husband and it made me feel safe and warm. When my husband came home from work I met him at the door as usual and kissed him. He then kissed the exposed part of each of my breasts before saying "if you wish to display yourself, do so properly. Remove your clothing now and remain naked until your marks are gone." I had to stay nude for three days. It is fortunate that my work is to keep the house and I had nearly enough shopping to get away without having to go out. Our house is quite well shielded from the outside world but even so I jumped each time the post came and kept well away from the windows. I ran out of some fresh vegetables which earned me a punishment. I had hoped that it might go unnoticed, but my husband is very particular and regular about his food requirements and that was hopeless really.

Six months into our marriage I had come to really treasure the feel of my husband's penis in my mouth. I would lie in his lap for hours sometimes gently sucking and licking him. Occasionally he would ejaculate as a result of my efforts and I would swallow his semen. It was no longer difficult because I salivate in anticipation as soon as I feel his erection enlarging that little bit more and his penis beginning to pulse. The depth of my communion with my husband is very profound as I swallow his ejaculate. Not only does he feed me by earning our living, he does it directly from his own body. He is my provider in every way and I adore it. When he first told me to worship his penis I did not know what he meant or how to do it. Now I understand his wisdom. I worship it every day and it comforts me and provides for me. I spend every moment trying to make my oral massage more pleasurable and more satisfying for my husband. I yearn to give him the pleasure of orgasm as often and as gratifyingly as any woman ever could. He must never desire another mouth more than mine.

This last emotion was reinforced for me one evening when we entertained a couple at our house. The man was a friend of my husband from his club. They have known each other since university. He is married to a woman who was also at university with both of them. She is very beautiful with grace and poise although being the same age as my husband she is, of course, older than me. My husband has not been married before, but I know that he has had women friends before me and will have had sexual experience. We have never discussed such things, and before this woman was in my house I had never given it much thought other than to be pleased that my husband was so skilled and authoritative in our love making.

As we had dinner and relaxed over drinks I became aware of the intimacy between my husband and these three people. It was very likely that she would have been his sexual partner at some time. Was it straightforward intercourse, or has his penis been in her mouth? Had he done things with her that he had not done with me? Did she please him as much as I did; or better! By the time we went to bed I was feeling insecure and I have to admit that I was disliking her. I threw myself into our lovemaking, begging my husband to take me however he pleased. With inhibitions lowered by alcohol he responded powerfully and I am embarrassed as I think that the slaps and squeals must have been heard in our guest bedroom.

I think that my husband sensed my ill ease because a few hours after our guests had left the next day he said that it was time for him to introduce me to a new form of intercourse for our lovemaking. Alternatively, her presence had caused him to remember something that he had done with her. If that was the case I would have to make sure that I did it well and that I gave him more pleasure from it than she could have done. What else could there be though? I would not have to wait too long to find out. I was instructed to bathe immediately after dinner and go to the bedroom.

My husband came into the bedroom and undressed. He told me to kneel and I sucked him to erection as he told me what was to happen. He said that he was going to penetrate my bottom. My mind was filled with turmoil as much as my mouth was filled with him. Of course I knew that homosexual men did something of the kind, but it had never occurred to me that women did it. He was very large. How could it possibly go in? Surely it would hurt a great deal. I was in no position to ask and any way I would not dare to question.

My husband drew my head away from him and told me to turn to the bed and kneel over the edge of it with my legs apart and my face on the bed. He began to rub something cold on my bottom hole and then slipped in a finger. It went in easily and as he moved it backwards and forwards it created a funny sensitive feeling. He put in a second finger and continued the rhythmic movement until he suddenly withdrew them and I felt the head of his penis pressed to me. He told me to relax and clasped my shoulders as he pushed against the sphincter muscle of my bottom. With a rush I opened and a few inches of him entered. I thought I would split and it was very painful. I cried out and he smacked my bottom. He started to move himself in and out of me and spanked me with both hands as he did so. After a little while the discomfort of the penetration decreased and my warmed up bottom lost some of its tension. He stopped spanking and rubbed my clitoris. Then he put his fingers inside my vagina to feel the movement of his penis. As he massaged my clitoris and vagina I relaxed more and more until I felt orgasm coming. Gradually I was overwhelmed and spasmed ecstatically. I felt him come deeper into me as I convulsed with a huge and wonderful orgasm. As my muscles clamped onto his fingers and penis deep inside me, he came to his orgasm too. I don't know whether I took him to his full length on that first occasion, but I felt incredibly stretched and I had diarrhoea a few hours later.

He took me in the bottom about once a week after that and I came to be able to receive him easily after a period of time. Once I had become accustomed to this form or intercourse he didn't need to use the lubricant any more. either I would moisten him well with saliva or he would use my vagina before entering my bottom so he became slippery with my juices. He explained to me that he would never go into my vagina after my bottom because that could cause infection. As with our other lovemaking, what was difficult and uncomfortable at first is now easy and pleasurable. If my husband takes me anally while we are face to face and kissing, the movement of his body against my clitoris can bring me to orgasm without my vagina having ever been entered.

Not long after my introduction to anal intercourse was the happiest time of my life when I became pregnant. By this time I was completely accustomed to my maintenance spankings which served to remind me of my role and my promises, but were not the painful experience they had been in the early days of our marriage. My husband explained that the routine would continue throughout the pregnancy, but as I became large he stopped taking me over his knee and allowed me to be spanked bending over and resting my hands on the bed. This worked very well. I took great care to avoid punishments as far as possible although a few were inevitable. Some were done quite safely on my bottom and I did have the belt and cane on my inner thighs. This was horribly painful, but presented no risk at all to me or the baby. We have a private doctor and the midwife was also arranged through this family practice used by my parents as well as us. This meant that I did not have to see a lot of different people during my pregnancy and we could rely on their discretion. Nevertheless, I did have marks sometimes when I was examined and although there was no mention of it I certainly felt self conscious.

In the late stages of my pregnancy, my husband stopped taking me vaginally, but I continued to take him in the mouth each day and he would have my bottom whenever he chose.

Close to the correct time I started to get contractions and I telephoned my husband, my mother and the doctor. It was arranged for my mother to take me into hospital where I was given a private room. My husband arrived in the late afternoon as soon as he was able to get away from his work. I was comfortable and we told him that I was not expected to deliver for some time, but I would be staying in hospital now until it happened. He asked my mother to leave us a lone for a few minutes and after ensuring that I was comfortable he had me take him in my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard and then he thrust into my throat. He ejaculated within a few minutes, much more quickly than he usually is, and I had a contraction just as he shot his semen into my throat. After calling in my mother, he then left us alone with instructions for the hospital to call him before the birth.

My beautiful son David was born in the early hours of the next morning in the presence of my husband. It was a straight forward birth without complication and I was able to leave hospital in time for my next maintenance session. We never missed a day of my husband using my mouth. That gave me great comfort. I would have been concerned for him if I had not been available for his needs.

After I had settled into motherhood and I was still nursing David, my husband drank from my breast one evening and after he had done that he said to me:

"Your maintenance is no longer adequate to keep our marriage in the condition that it requires. Our son is the most precious thing in our lives, but you are not putting as much care and attention into our home and meeting my requirements as you did before he was born. You must learn to keep up your wifely duties whatever new responsibilities and loves enter your life. There will not be any increase in your spanking because that was agreed before we married and anything more severe is reserved for punishment. However, your surrender, and commitment to serve me in every way required, will be reinforced by you serving as my urinal. Just as I have drunk from you, you will drink from me. In your case it will be once each week on completion of your maintenance spanking."

"No, I can't", I screamed without a moment's thought. This was my first act of disobedience in our marriage and I knew instantly that I would have to be punished as I had never been before. But my fears were real and I had to explain that milk was a natural food, but urine is a waste product and surely I would become ill if I drank it.

My husband explained patiently that I should recall that he had undertaken never to cause me permanent injury and he would not make me sick either. Urine is certainly waste, but coming from a healthy person it would do absolutely no harm. He said nothing more and told me to go and remove my clothing. I was belted and caned on the bottom and thighs and given a breast flogging. Breast punishment is delivered with me kneeling, facing a full length bedroom mirror. My hands are clasped behind me and my shoulders thrust back. In this way I can watch every stroke of the flogger coming and see the marks rise up on my breasts. On this occasion, as the tears rolled down my face, milk oozed from my nipples. When I fed David, his usually warm face felt cool against my burning breasts, but that was later. After the punishment I was instructed to stay where I was. I knelt there for about half an hour seeing my breasts change in colour and shape as the bruising settled. The initial thin, red lines spreading and going purple. Drops of milk fell to the carpet and made me worry about staining.

At the end of this time my husband came and handed me a bunch of papers. He told me that I was to read those later and he took me to the computer where he showed me a video. It was an attractive American lady of about 40 who knelt before her husband, opened his trousers and took out his penis. She said "piss in my mouth please" and he did. Five times he filled her open mouth with urine and she swallowed it. She never spilled a drop. When he was finished she sucked him clean and rearranged his clothing before saying thank you. My husband told me that what I had seen had been done with an open mouth for the sake of it being obvious what was happening on video. In our case, I would be required to close my lips round his penis in the same way as I did when I sucked him. I would then be able to swallow continuously rather than him having to stop after each mouthful to allow me to swallow.

I was sent away to read the documents which were accounts of people who drank their own urine for health reasons and others who drank urine from their partner as part of their relationship. There were also some medical tracts from specialist websites confirming that there were not any health risks in swallowing urine. There was even an account of an Arab Prince who only ever urinated into the mouth of a female servant. A girl was kept close by him wherever he went so that he would never be inconvenienced (dear me what an appropriate word!).

After my punishment and receiving all this information I was deeply ashamed that I had disobeyed my husband. I still felt some repugnance at the thought of having urine in my mouth and stomach, but I had been terribly wrong to imagine that he would do this to me if it would do any harm. I went to the toilet and peed into my mouthwash glass. As I put it to my mouth I got the faint odour of fresh urine. I poured a little into my mouth and was oddly surprised my its tepid warmth. As I swallowed it there was very little taste other than slight saltiness. I finished the glass and washed it before going immediately to my husband in his study. I apologised for my disobedience and thanked him, not only for my punishment, but for indulging me by giving me so much information to set my mind at rest. Although it was not maintenance day I asked him if I could be his toilet right away. Having been such a poor wife I did not want him to have to wait before putting me into my proper place. He agreed and told me to go and kneel beside the toilet and wait for him. As this was my first time I may spill some or be unable to take it all and we did not want any mess on the floor did we.

I had to wait a long time before he was ready. Soon after his soft penis was in my mouth, the urine started to flow. There was no smell of course, as there had been when I drank my own from a glass, but the salty, warm taste was much the same. To begin with, the flow was not very fast and I swallowed as it came, but it turned into what seemed like a torrent and I could not handle it. I coughed so his penis shot out of my mouth and I splattered urine all over his clothes. I was horrified as he turned and carried on into the toilet bowl. "Please don't waste it" I cried. "Just stop for a moment. I will try harder. I will be a good toilet for you. Please let me take all you have. I want to be your urinal all the time not just at maintenance. I want you to have the same choices as any Arab Prince."

He ignored my desperate wailings, knowing that these were the stupid rantings of a wife who had failed to live up to her promise. He went to change his clothes and when I collected the wet ones for laundry I asked him if I could have my punishment for spoiling them. He wisely pointed out that I was already very sore from my punishment for disobedience and I had to stay in a fit state to look after our son and do my work.

It was a Tuesday and my husband said that from Wednesday to Friday evening I would receive urinal training and I would have a belting for messing up his clothes and ranting stupidly. The number of strokes of the belt and where they were placed would depend on my progress with the urinal training. by Saturday I was expected to be able to perform my urinal duties to his full satisfaction at my maintenance.

It was a very short training period, but I worked hard at it and by the time of my maintenance I received the full contents of his bladder without mishap. Apart from being his urinal in the training evenings, I fitted a piece of hose to the bathroom basin and practised swallowing from it with the tap on at gradually increasing flows. Now that I have been doing this duty for a long time I can take whatever my husband has to give me however much he may have had to drink or how long it has been since he relieved himself. As with my other marital duties, I am very proud of my urinal service and how effectively I complete it. This has brought me incredibly close to my husband and deepened my understanding of service more than I could ever have imagined before I got married. In a very real sense he is not only with me in spirit all the time, but he is actually physically inside me for every moment of my life. His sperm is in my stomach every day and his urine hydrates me every week. His love is with me and inside me for all of my life.

My urinal duty is confined to maintenance except on one occasion not so long ago. We were at Dover when we had a couple of hours to wait before a ferry to France. My husband said that we would go for a walk on the famous white cliffs. They are very beautiful and we walked along them looking out over the chalk cliff face to the English Channel when I felt the need to relieve myself. I told my husband that we would have to find a café or something where I could use the toilet. He simply told me to take off my knickers and give them to him. When I had done that he told me to tuck my skirt into my belt. This was awful because we were completely in the open. There was not anybody nearby, but there were people on the cliffs. Lots of them were bird watchers with binoculars and telescopes. Of course I did as I was told, but my face was blushing fiercely. When I had done it he told me to squat down and he put his penis in my mouth. He urinated into me as I did the same onto the grass and he gazed around as if he were simply admiring our dramatic surroundings. I will never know if we were observed, but I had a terrible thrill from the possibility and I am sure that my husband must have enjoyed the thought as well. He let me put my skirt back in place when we were finished but he didn't give my knickers back. We spent the whole of the trip to France walking or sitting on the top deck of the ferry during a very windy crossing.

We do not use artificial contraception and we do not intend to have another child for at least a further year, but our natural contraception is perfect so we can plan our family to meet our wishes. It is quite simply that my husband never ejaculates into my vagina unless we are planning that I should become pregnant. I swallow his semen most often, but he goes to completion when he is taking me anally.

Recently this caused a problem when I went to sleep after our lovemaking and his semen leaked out from my bottom, staining the bed sheets. I was properly punished for my laziness in not preventing this. Since then my husband has said that it is no longer acceptable for him to leave his semen in my bottom. Apart from the leakage which occurred, he now thinks that I should digest all of his ejaculate rather than any of it being wasted in my bowel or on a tissue (or even the sheets!). As with my toilet duties, he took me to his computer and showed me a video to illustrate what would be required.

The video, rather crudely entitled "ass2mouth", showed a very young woman who was probably barely out of her teens, being penetrated in the mouth and bottom simultaneously by two older men. Every few minutes the men exchanged positions until it ended with both men ejaculating into her mouth. My husband explained that bacteria contained in the bowel and rectum could cause infection if transferred to the vagina, but the digestive system was equipped to deal with this and no harm would occur from moving the penis directly from the anus to the mouth. He told me that the film makers liked to use a young woman, not only because she was pretty, but because it accentuates the presentation of submission that the men are about thirty years older than her and that there are two men using her at the same time. Most dramatically of all, for the woman to be required to accept the penises directly from her bottom to her mouth gives additional pleasure to the men (and, of course, the viewers of the video) to have a woman accept something that would be instinctively distasteful. Although the video was just a commercial product for which the woman was being paid, the nature of the power relationship and pleasure aspects could apply to us. He considered that it was time for me to accept this further duty to reinforce my surrender, to fulfil my pre-marriage promise to agree to my husband deciding how and when to have sex, and to increase his pleasure in our lovemaking.

All of this sounded rational and reasonable enough. After all, if a young woman can do this for money with two unattractive strangers, I could obviously do it for my loving husband. And anyway, every new element that he had introduced in the past had become a positive and valuable part of our relationship that I could honestly say I enjoyed however doubtful I had been at the beginning. I am not a naturally rebellious person and I know the worth of our strong marriage in which I am safe, protected and loved.

It was a couple of days from the announcement of the new arrangements that my husband started making love to me vaginally and then moved into my bottom. We were still face to face and he was kissing me with more passion than happens every time. As my excitement rose, I remembered the video and realised that he was not going to complete his orgasm in my bottom. The reality of what was to happen flooded my mind. I lost all enjoyment instantly and my husband must have noticed that I was not responding as I should. Suddenly he withdrew from me with a 'plop' and commanded "mouth" as he turned onto his back. I moved my head down towards him and he took my hair as he likes to. But then, as the head of his penis approached my lips I smelt, or imagined, a different odour than normal. I panicked, wriggled back and said "NO! I can't". He let go of my hair and I ran to the bathroom in tears. I was very frightened. I had left my husband needing relief and I had directly refused him. He had no warning that he would be rejected. What would this do to our marriage? How would I be punished? How would he relieve his tensions? What would happen next?

The new rule had been set and I was bound by my promise to comply. My husband would not go back, but I did not know how I could obey against the reaction of my body. I crept out of the bathroom and returned to our bedroom. My husband was taking a shower in the en suite and I knelt outside it to await him.

When my husband came out he sent me to bed in the spare bedroom with orders to present myself naked at 6 am. the following morning. I didn't sleep of course. As I knelt before him he said that I was going to receive ten strokes of the cane on my bottom right away. After that I was to write this account of our marriage which he would publish on the Internet. When the writing is complete I will receive a breast belting of at least ten strokes and a vaginal whipping with the flogger of a minimum of ten strokes. The breast and vagina punishment will increase by two strokes per day until the writing is complete.

My writing duty is now done and it has taken me three days in between my normal work. I still have the pattern of a farm gate on each of my buttocks and I will receive eight strokes of the belt on each of my breasts tonight. Before that I have to go to the salon and have all of my pubic hair waxed off in preparation for my vagina whipping. That will be carried out one hour after the breast punishment.

There is no doubt at all that my husband will be aroused after he has punished me. I think I can expect to have intercourse in my hot and swollen vagina, but what else I wonder? My husband has told me that readers will judge, and he will take account of any feedback he receives when he considers whether he is taking the right way in overcoming my disobedience and moulding the future development of my surrender.

That really started it. I drove her to a deserted car park in some woodland that I know well and invited her to come for a walk with me. I held her hand to guide her along the paths and she obviously like it. We sat down on some grass and I put may arm around her and kissed her. She didn't resist at all. After a few moments of gentle kissing we became passionate. When she was very excited I caressed her breasts outside her clothing and placed her hand on my very stiff prick. She was groaning with desire, but I stopped it on that occasion and took her back to the centre.

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So! What about me? I am 52 years old. I have enough money to make me comfortable after running my own business for many years and then selling it. Unfortunately, my wife of a long time left me for a younger man who might one day provide her with even greater wealth. At my age and not being the world's greatest looker, I have been lonely since then and I am determined that no other woman will take me for the huge amount of money that she has and leave me distraught. Apart from all that though, a man is a man and I want a sexual partner as much as any other.

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After that first kiss and cuddle, Suzy was desperately keen to try some more. We created frequent reasons to get off to the woods and made the very most of them. Her experience had been limited to fumblings with blind boys that she met at her special school and none of them had been at all satisfactory. She had never had full sex although one of them had put his dick in her mouth once. Due to surprise she pushed him away and that was the end of it. However, she found it quite exciting and frequently repeated the event in her mind when she was masturbating, which she did very frequently. Once she had told me this I obviously let her have a taste of mine and she didn't take much training before she had a beautiful sucking technique, enjoyed swallowing cum and was brilliant learning to take me right down her throat.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, she was deeply in love with me and I really wanted to set up home with her and take things on a lot, lot further. I had expected problems with her parents because of the age difference, but the truth was that they were delighted to discover a respectable man having such an interest in their daughter and they were happy to visit me at home. They had a few qualms when she started staying overnight, but being of full age they couldn't do anything other than tell her to take care and we soon set up home together.

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We fucked conventionally, of course, but I made sure that she only had an orgasm with my prick in her throat. She had been used to wanking for a long time and all I had to do was work her clit with my fingers at the right time and I could get her to a climax every time I came into her mouth or throat. It made her love cock sucking and that was just fine with me.

Although I gave Suzy a lot of love and affection, I have to confess that I never told her how good she was at cock sucking. She was worried that with all my life experience and long marriage I would be disappointed with her inexperienced efforts. The boasts of the kids at school and the occupational unit had made her think that they were wildly adventurous although it was probably all fantasy. The truth was that I was having better sex than in the whole of my life, but I was happy to go along with her belief and tell her that I would train her to get her up to the necessary standard for us to have a happy life together.

She was really pleased with this idea. She had really enjoyed her initial cock sucking training and she got a lot of security out of training because her whole life had really been being trained how to cook safely, get around satisfactorily and so on. I decided to push it just a bit further and said that the training would only really be effective if she was punished if she fell below standard and I was amazed when she replied that she agreed completely. Her Daddy had spanked her whenever she did something wrong and it was only because of that that she had kept out of trouble and danger until now. With a little further questioning it turned out that Daddy had used his hand, belt and a cane on her bare ass whenever he felt the need right up until she came to live with me. I was absolutely gob smacked, but I never let on and said that was absolutely right and proper of him although she would have to understand that learning to be a good wife was a lot more serious than the lessons of childhood and she might have to expect a little more serious chastisement from me than her father had given her. She looked just a little worried, but agreed readily.

I had a lot of plans and one of my first actions was to make arrangements for Suzy to have a guide dog. At the dog training centre they were a bit surprised when I insisted that the dog had to be male and with his balls intact, but they never questioned it at all said that it would not be any problem. There were none ready trained that fitted my requirements, so I agreed with them that I would buy a pedigree labrador puppy and present it to them for training. We would be able to take delivery in six months. I selected a gorgeous golden puppy whose parents were large, very healthy looking dogs. Suzy had never had a dog and always got around with a long stick and another human being on most occasions. She absolutely adored stoking and cuddling the puppy before we handed him over for training and she couldn't wait for him to be back with us. We had to name him before he went for training. He is 'Muff'.

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Anyway, back to the training. I set a rule that Suzy must suck me off before she ever got out of bed. In addition to this, I would take her in the mouth whenever I wished and she was required to swallow all of my cum on every occasion. She would be punished if she failed meet the rules completely including the spilling of any cum or failing to take me completely as I wanted. The very first morning after the rules had been set, she hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom before climbing back in beside me. As she went to cuddle up to me I snapped harshly:

"On your knees on the floor for ten strokes of the belt."

She gave a little squeal and turned her head up to me mumbling "why?"

"Why Master" I replied. "And you know why. You got out of bed without doing your duty"

Realisation crossed her face and she dived her head to get my prick in her mouth, but I pulled her back by her hair and ordered her onto her knees. Without any further hint of resistance, she jumped out of bed and got on her knees with her head to the floor. Legs slightly parted and her ass high. It was quite obvious how her father had done things and I don't think that it was just about discipline. I took a leather trouser belt from the wardrobe, doubled it in my hand and gave her one firm whack across both buttocks. She barely flinched and called out "one" in a clear, firm voice. I asked her why she had called out the number and she said that if she didn't her father would not count it and she would get more than he had said. I replied that this was quite correct and that she must do the same for all the punishments she would get from me. I gradually increased the force of the blows over the next four or five strokes until she was crying and calling out a little as each stroke raised another brilliant mark on her ass.. Still she kept up the counting. She kept in position too, until after the last stroke had been counted when she fell in a sobbing heap on the floor and clutched her hands to her scorching bottom.

I ordered her back into bed and gave her a throat fucking until I came a huge load into her mouth and she convulsed in an explosive orgasm. When she had swallowed my cum and licked me clean I turned her round to kiss and lick her burning buttocks while I worked her clit to a further series of intense orgasms.

That little lesson was very effective. Most mornings I woke to the sensation of my prick swelling in Suzy's mouth. If she needed a piss in the night, she would suck me gently so as not to wake me too suddenly until I eventually shot my load and she could go to relieve herself. Whenever I woke first I would just tap her lightly and she was down on me immediately.

Of course there were times when she gagged or coughed and sometimes she spilled a little. I warmed her ass on each of these occasions and she learned very quickly. Once when I was giving her a hard throat fucking on the bed she choked and threw up on the bed clothes. It was obviously not her fault except that she had to learn to conquer her gag reflex and relax her throat under all conditions and she hadn't yet got to that stage. Anyway I didn't like being interrupted or having the sheets soiled, so the punishment was a bit harder than usual. O ordered her onto her knees with her body upright and her hands clasped behind her back. I picked up the cane from its home on my bedside cabinet and gave her a good hard one across the tops of her tits after telling her that she was going to get six of the cane. She obediently cried out "One Master" although the blow was clearly a shock and tears came immediately to her eyes. The welt on her tits was beautiful. Within a few seconds I gave her another one just the same. Her tits bounced wildly and they were swelling with the bruises from the cane. She managed to call the number, but her voice was faltering with the pain.

I decided to put the next one across her belly, which caused her to bend sharply forward with the shock. Because I had not told her where I would hit and she could not see what I was doing, she had no idea what to expect next other than that there were still three more strokes to come. She straightened up without me needing to order her and knelt ready for the continuation of her punishment with tears running down her lovely cheeks. I aimed directly at her nipples and got her tits right on their front. She gasped as it took the wind from her lungs and the reddened, swollen and striped tits swelled a little more. Suzy screamed with this stroke and only just managed to call out the number.

I went and took a sip of water and then poured a little from the glass over each of her breasts.. I am not sure why I did this. I don't know whether the cooling would have been soothing at all, but I had a bit of a recollection that wet skin stung worse when it was spanked. I don't think I really wanted to hurt her any more than I was already doing, but who knows. I put the next one on her belly again. I angled it differently and it left a kind of wide cross mark. She didn't even bend this time. She called out "five Master" quite clearly and firmly. She knew that the end of her punishment was close. Her final one was again across the top of her tits. There was a little splash from the wet skin and a loud squeal before Suzy managed to call out "six Master" before clutching her breasts and curling up crying.

I admired, kissed, cuddled and caressed those bruised and swollen breasts for well over two weeks before the marks had faded into a general discolouration. Suzy could not see any of this of course, but she could feel the welts and the changes in the shape of her swollen tits. It hurt her a lot, but she loved the attention that she got. Each day I told her about the changes in the colour of her tits. Colour doesn't have any real meaning to her, but she knows that it is a big part of the sighted world and she was fascinated that her body could present a different picture to me each day as it went through shades of red, purple, black, brown, yellow and even green. Because of the cross on her stomach I called her my hot cross bun, but she said that was not right because she was not cross. She was grateful so I called her torrid tits instead.

On one occasion she got to giggling while she was sucking me and nipped the end of my dick with her teeth. It wasn't much, but I yelled out and told her to prepare herself for punishment. She would be taught that the genitals are sensitive and to be treated with loving care. This was going to be a serious punishment. Apart from the little accident with the teeth, cock sucking is a serious business. She must learn to give it every bit of her attention and she does not laugh with my prick in her mouth. I shaved her cunt completely free of all pubic hair and told her that she was going to get a cunt whipping. To build up the tension for her, I made her stay naked in the bedroom while I went out and bought some thin leather strips from a local horse tack shop whose owner is a very good friend of mine. Luckily he was in and while the girl was cutting the thongs to my requirements, I went and had a chat with him. He knew about my new relationship although he had never met Suzy and I told him that I needed a pussy whip for a bit of discipline and I was going to make one up. He said that there was no need for me to do it. He knew exactly what I required and he would make it up himself. When I asked him how long it would take he said it would be about an hour and he would drop it round to my place to save me waiting.

It was obvious that he wanted to see Suzy and I decided that I would let him, so I set off back home. My mind was racing. I had never involved anybody else in my love making and certainly never discussed anything like it with Suzy. When my wife took a lover I had fantasised about what she did with him, but I had never had any group sex or watched other people making love except in porno films. My mind was racing. Did I dare to involve my friend and if so how?

By the time I got home I had made up my mind that I was going to involve Peter, but that I would take it very carefully. Suzy was very anxious. She was tearful and asked what position she must take for her cunt whipping. I put her on the bed and demonstrated how she must lie on her back, lift her legs up so that her feet are above her shoulders and grasp her ankles so that she holds her legs straight with the feet as wide apart as possible. She did this, displaying her cunt and ass beautifully. While she was in position I explained that I had ordered the whip to be specially made for her punishment and that the craftsman would be delivering it shortly. When the doorbell rang, she was to answer the door, naked as she was now, and invite the whip maker in.

Suzy made no reply as I explained what she was to do. Her face showed fear and an inability to know how to respond. I took her in my arms, cuddled her and kissed her passionately. I whispered gently into her ear that she knew she must be punished to make her perfect in our relationship and that I would protect her always from coming to any harm. She was going to be given a painful cunt because she had hurt my prick and the man who had been kind enough to help her by making the instrument of her punishment would get to see the beautiful recipient of his craftsmanship.

The tension eased from her body and she kissed me back with obvious, hot excitement. I felt her cunt and it was soaking.

When the doorbell rang, Suzy was already waiting and she opened it immediately, standing back from the door as she did so. I stood a few paces behind her and watched the face of Peter. He let out a silent whistle as he looked at the naked beauty standing before him with her bald cunt still pink from its earlier shaving and her own excitement. I called out "come in" and he quickly did so, closing the door behind him. Before he could say anything I said "Welcome to our home Peter. Suzy wishes to thank you for coming and for helping her with her training."

Peter took the whip from his pocket. It was an amazing sight as he stood before Suzy looking her up and down, with his prick as stiff as a ramrod pushing his trousers out like a tent. He is a powerfully built man standing more than six feet three inches tall and he looked a giant peering down on her small, slim figure.

"Suzy will take the whip and lead us to the bedroom"

Suzy put out her hand in response to my words and Peter placed the whip in it as she said "thank you Master" and bent her knees in a little curtsey. I had not taught her this and wondered where it came from, but I liked it. Suzy made her way to the bedroom and I gestured to Peter to come with us. Nothing was said.

In the room, I took the whip from Suzy's hand and instructed her to get into position. I examined the whip, which was a light device with six thin leather thongs as I had ordered. What I did not expect was that the handle was also in leather and shaped like a fairly large dildo. It was soft, but firm to handle. The thongs were about two feet long. I struck the whip into the palm of my own hand and told Suzy that twelve strokes would be appropriate for her offence.

Without any further delay, I brought the whip down directly on the oozing pink lips of her cunt. She called out "one Master" and her labia immediately reddened with deeper coloured marks on her pubic mound where the ends of the whip bit in to the flesh. I continued without pause, delivering six strokes all around the same area before I slowed the pace and spread the strokes a little onto the very tender inner thighs. By ten strokes she was screaming as each one fell and the whole of her cunt area was brilliantly reddened and ridged with welts. Despite this, Suzy was still hanging onto her ankles and and calling out the strokes. I turned to Peter who was transfixed. Gazing at Suzy's punished pussy, he realised that I was looking at him and broke his reverie. I passed him the whip and and indicating 'two' with my fingers, I stood aside and gestured to him to take my place to complete the punishment. He hesitated for a second, but when I nodded to him in encouragement he raised his arm and brought the whip down. He got a direct hit on the swollen cunt lips and Suzy's ass leapt off the bed as she screamed and called out "eleven Master" Peter smiled with enjoyment at having the opportunity to do this and looked to me again. I smiled back and nodded that he should carry on with the last stroke. He raised it a little higher than previously and gave her the final one dead centre and I saw some of the whip strands enter right inside her. She thrashed around in pain letting go of her ankles as she called out the final stroke number. I took the whip from Peter, thrust the dildo like handle fully home into her throbbing cunt and told her to wait where she was for me to return.

I took Peter downstairs where we had a cup of tea. I thanked him for his excellent work and asked him how much I owed him. He said that I must be joking, he would have paid a lot to come and see and do what had just happened and I was very welcome to the whip with his compliments. He said that he hoped that it got a lot of use and gave plenty of pleasure. Without making any offers about why, I said that as a very good and long time friend I thought that it was time he visited sometimes. He realised from my tone and what we had just done that there might be a bit more on offer than a drink and a chat and he said that he would love to come around. I made an arrangement for a week ahead and showed him to the door.

Returning to Suzy, I worked her to an orgasm with the new dildo whip and my prick deep in her throat. As I was working on her, I told her that she was going to make her payment to Peter for the whip next week when she would offer her mouth to him and show him how skilled she had become from her excellent training. She could not reply because of my prick, but from her squirming I knew that she was very excited.

In the week before Peter came we put a lot of time into cock sucking practice. Neither of us have to go out to work so she was able to spend a lot of each day on the sofa with her head in my lap perfecting her licking and sucking techniques. Whenever I felt like it I would take her head firmly in my hands and deep throat her. From time to time I would give her a full scale throat fuck. Whenever I felt a bit sore I would instruct her to lick and suck my balls to give my dick a little time for recovery. Apart from sleeping, eating and other natural breaks we spent the majority of the time for the whole week in intensive training. She had pretty well completely overcome jaw ache by now, but on the day that Peter was due to come I gave her eight hours off so that her mouth would be fully relaxed to serve my friend. During this time I told Suzy what she was going to say to Peter and she practised it in her mind.

At the appointed date and time, the doorbell rang and Suzy went naked to answer it. When she opened the door and stepped back there was exactly the same result as when Peter had delivered the pussy whip. He stepped into the house with a prick fighting to get out of his trousers. Of course Suzy was completely unaware of this, but I could see it and Peter knew that I could.

I welcomed Peter and invited him into the lounge. I directed him to the settee and he sat down beside me. Suzy followed us and knelt before Peter.

"Good evening Sir and welcome to our home. My Master has trained me to pleasure him with my mouth and I humbly request that I may try to please you similarly in return for your kindness in supplying one of my essential training aids."

Before Peter could respond I stood up and said that it might be a good idea if he took off his clothes while I went and got us a drink. As I walked across to the drinks cabinet Peter leapt to his feet and started pulling of his clothes. I returned with a very large whisky for each of us. I handed the drink to Peter who was already down to just his shoes and socks. Grabbing Suzy by the hair I guided her to him and she took his very large prick in her mouth.

I have a good sized prick for a normal man, but Peter is a much bigger man than I am and his dick was in proportion to his greater size. It was a hell of a buzz to see the really rigid member stretch Suzy's mouth as she went to work on it. She had practised hard for this moment and she was determined to do a god job, but I cold see that she was surprised at what a mouthful she had got.

I said:

"We have got all evening so let us settle down and take things slowly." I put my hand on Peter's shoulder and he sat himself back down on the sofa as Suzy followed, taking care to ensure that she kept him in her mouth. While they were settling I removed my own clothes and told Peter that as my guest for the evening he could either let Suzy suck him in her expert way or he could take the action to her and fuck her throat as hard as he wanted. However, it was her mouth only that was available.

Peter raised his glass and said "cheers" and we both took a large drink of the whisky. Peter knew that Suzy was visually handicapped, but as we drank and chatted I explained that she had never had any sight at all and how we had fallen in love. She was now my lifetime partner and I was training her in the arts of serving me as the head of the household. She was already an expert cock sucker and it was her wish to ensure that my guests should find their visits to our house to be as memorable and pleasurable as they could possibly be. He was our first guest and I wanted him to go away happy. Peter finished his drink and said that he was already very happy. While Suzy worked her mouth and tongue over his engorged prick. I refilled the glasses and as I returned I could see that Peter was already close to cumming and he was trying to hold himself back. I pulled Suzy's head away and told him that when he was ready to cum he should not hesitate to shoot his load into her mouth. She expected it and she would take care to swallow it all. However, he did not have to be passive. Her mouth was his for the evening to use as he liked and it might be best to relax for a while and think about whether he might like to fuck her throat as well as have her lick and suck him. I pushed Suzy's face into his crotch as I was talking and she got on with licking and sucking his balls.

Peter asked me if I really thought that Suzy could take him into her throat because he had never managed to do that with a woman. His wife enjoyed sucking him, but she complained that her jaw was aching after a short while and she had never throated him. She really didn't like him to cum in her mouth and would always stop when she thought that he was close. I laughed and said that Suzy was a professional and he should find out what a real woman could do for a guy.

At this point , after downing the second very large whisky, Peter asked if he could have a look at the state of Suzy's cunt a week after the whipping that she had with his whip. Well I really could not refuse that since he had made the instrument and taken part in the punishment so I told Suzy to lie on the floor with her legs spread and I filled the glasses again.

I had not intended for her cunt to get any attention from Peter this evening, but even so I had made Suzy treat her pubic area with hair removing cream this morning because I did not want her to have unpleasant stubble from the shaving the previous week.

Peter and I knelt either side of her and closely examined the the remaining bruises. We traced the lines of the whip with our fingers over the glistening lips of her cunt. I made it clear to Peter that her mouth was his for this evening, not her cunt, but in view of his very special part in her flogging he could finger his handiwork if he wished. I explained that the reason for her whipping had been because she was careless with her teeth and now there was not the slightest risk of a bite on his tender parts. After we had felt and probed her for a few minutes while we drank our drinks, I gave her a good kiss on the cunt and winked to Peter that he could do the same. When he did it I noticed that he slid his tongue right inside her and came up with his face wet with cunt juice.

"Time to get back to business I think". I said to Peter. "Do you want to give her throat a good fucking now or do you want to let her suck you off and save the rougher stuff until later?"

He handed me his empty glass, grabbed her by the left tit and pulled her into a kneeling position as he stood up. Taking her hair in one hand and his prick in the other, he put it in her mouth and thrust it right down her throat. For all the training that I had given Suzy , I wasn't sure that she could cope with this, but there was not any gagging at all. Peter put one huge hand on each side of her head and pumped his massive prick in and out of her throat. I stared at her and I could see it going down and then her neck reduce in size as he withdrew before it was engorged again. What a fantastic sight. I had never seen anything like it. I refilled our glasses and as I got back he pulled her face hard into his groin and he shuddered as he shot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her throat.

After that we sat down for a while drinking and talking while Suzy licked and sucked on Peter until he was hard again. He came in her mouth twice more before the drink overcame him. We got him dressed and called a taxi to take him home.

When He had gone I told Suzy what a beautiful and wonderful lover she was and I finally relieved my raging prick into her.

I cum in Suzy's mouth or throat at least once every day and she can take a full blooded throat fuck from a prick larger than mine as well as servicing me to perfection. We were at the point where her cock sucking expertise was so great that it was time to move onto further training. But that is another story.