Becoming a sissy wife

Learning my role as a submissive

I was a natural submissive. As soon as I moved in with Rick I was eager to please, and willing to do anything he wanted. It turned me on so much to see him. I dressed in lingerie for him at all times, and wore a collar as well as cuffs on my wrists and ankles. I was to surrender myself to him whenever he desired.

This was a role I was meant to play. As a boy when playing army or cops, I liked being captured. Especially if I was tied up. I had no idea why but it excited me. As a teen when guys first started fucking me, I liked the pain of them penetrating me, and the fact that they enjoyed it. I didn't even mind when guys called me names for being girly.

So being Rick's submissive was easy.

He frequently spanked me, to remind me of my place. First it was just with his hand, then a belt and a paddle he made. I was surprised as I felt the harsh sting across my ass at how much I liked it. I had a safe word, but I never used it, and that encouraged him to swing harder.

One night a few weeks after I moved in he stepped it up. We watched a video of a woman who was bound, and a man was whipping her. I felt his cock getting hard in his sweats, as well as mine in my panties.

"Does this turn you on?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I nodded.

"Would you do that?" He asked.

"Oh yes sir. It looks really hot." I thought it did to. She was helpless and all his, moaning in pain and pleasure as her man enjoyed tormenting her. She seemed to love it even though it hurt. I wanted to be her.

With that he took my leash and led me to the garage. He clipped my cuffs to a hook on the rafter above my head. He then showed me a quirt and a cat o nine.

My cock gave me away. It was fully erect and out of the skimpy panties I wore. He laughed a bit at how excited I was. I felt so hot in my corset, panties and stockings, helpless and awaiting my punishment.

He teased the quirt along my ass before giving me the first swat. Followed by several more. My ass stung like crazy but I loved it. He flipped it around my balls making them hurt. I moaned and struggled against my binds, but didn't say the safe word. His strokes got harder as he worked me over, seeing how much I could take. He whipped my ass, my back and the backs of my thighs until my whole body tingled. I had never felt anything like this, and was so turned on I couldn't stand it.

He teased the quirt along my hard dick. "You you're really enjoying this aren't you?"

"Yes sir." I moaned.

"Maybe we need to make it harsher. You're not supposed to enjoy punishment!" With that he slapped my dick really hard. I gasped in pain and my knees buckled, the binds held me up. He gave me another one. Then he whipped my nipples before attaching clothespins to them.

"Ohhh Good!" I heard myself moan. Tears were streaming out of my eyes. I was trembling and weak, but it felt wonderful. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed it.

"Is this to much?" He asked me. I shook my head no. I was thoroughly enjoying it. He whipped me some more before undoing my binds.

I feel to my knees, exhausted. But we weren't done. He led me to the bedroom and cuffed my hands behind my back and laid me on my belly.

He slid down his sweats revealing his cock. It was really hard. He told me how much he enjoyed punishing me and how hard it made him. He slid it in my mouth and quickly came. He had never came that fast. Then he uncuffed me and I sat on his lap.

"As a reward for being such a good bitch, I'm going to let you jerk off." He praised. He had taken control of my orgasm the first day, and I had to earn the right to jerk off.

"Oh thank you so much sir!" I exclaimed kissing him. It had been a few days.

I knelt on my knees at his feet and came instantly.

"Good now clean it up." He commended and I obediently liked my cum off the floor.

Later as I sat in his lap he asked if I really liked the whipping. "Oh yes sir!" I said. I loved it in fact.

The punishments became harsher and I enjoyed them all. I became a brat, intentionally doing things to get punished. I had begun my lifelong craving for pain.