After I accepted not-yet-hubby's marriage proposal, we moved into a little house together. Our relationship was shifting to the domestic now - living together, planning a wedding, thinking about our future. All very standard.

But under that ran the current of something fucked up. I was likely pregnant by another man, not-yet-hubby was both humiliated and aroused by that, and I was excited by his humiliation. And I didn't know why.

In an attempt to figure this out, I gave him a trilogy of books by Anne Rice called the Sleeping Beauty series, If you haven't read them, you should. They are twisted sexually and hot as hell. Basically the protagonists are a young man and woman (older teens?) in some sort of medieval times, each from different minor royal families, who are taken by the ruling kingdom to serve a certain number of years as sex slaves. This was standard for all minor ruling families. It is full of sexual torture, rape, homosexuality, public sexual humiliation, cuckoldry, love and learning to enjoy the twisted play.

I had really enjoyed them years earlier, though with no specific reason. They were just naughty and therefore hot. Now I was thinking more about what that story may actually mean to me. So I gave them to not-yet-hubby to read and said "If you want to understand me, read these." No idea why I said that, because I didn't understand how they related to me. But I thought he might be the key to unlocking it.

He devoured the books and was so excited that they represented me somehow. This was around Christmas time. So when we exchanged presents, I was shocked to find one of his presents for me contained BDSM gear - a dog collar with a leash, cuffs and ankle restraints, nipple clamps, a whip, lube and a thick vibrating dildo. He was so excited for my reaction but I was actually shocked. I said "hell no you aren't chaining me up like a dog and whipping me." "But" he replied, "You said you were into what they do in the Beauty books. You don't want to get fucked and used rough like that?"

With that a light bulb came on.  I didn't want to get treated like the slaves were in the book ... I wanted to own a slave. I wanted to torture someone. I wanted to torture not-yet-hubby. I wanted to humiliate him and get off from it.

He was sitting there so sad and confused. He thought he was delivering pleasure to me with this gift ... and he was. It just wasn't how he expected. "I'm sorry," he said so forlorne.

I stood up. Carrying the box I walked over to him sitting on the floor. I knelt down next to him, took his face in my hands and kissed him. I looked into his eyes and said "It's the perfect present. But I'm not going to wear these. You are. Take off your clothes. Let's see how they fit."

As he stripped for me, he was beat red with embarassment and that turned me on. He clearly liked the humiliation too, as he was rock hard. Stroking his cock I teased him about how much he liked being humiliated. I teased him that he had gotten off watching another man use me and put a baby in me (the first time I hasd sexually teased him with that - I was feeling bold) and now he was going to be my bitch. Touching myself and getting my fingers wet, I put them in his mouth for him to taste how much I also liked it. 

Item by item, I put them on him, until he was standing before me collared, cuffed and clamped ... squirming from the pain of the clamps. In one hand I held the whip. In the other I held the dildo. I really didn't know what I would do next, but I loved the rush of power and the fear in his eyes. I told him to kneel between my thighs and eat me. While he ate me I would periodically whip his back. After a bit I told him to turn around and face away from me. 

There he was on all 4s facing away from me, ass in the air. I had some fun rubbing his throbbing cock with my feet. I rubbed hard a few times, which caused him obvious discomfort, which I liked, so I went even harder. I would kick his balls every once in a while interspersed with lashes from the whip.  His backside was red and welted and I loved that look. I took out the lube and began stroking his cock. He was moaning and his cock dripping precum. I lubed up my other hand and began fingering his ass - the first time I had ever done that to him or anyone else. One finger. Two.  Three. Three hurt him and I liked that. I grabbed the dildo and started slowly pushing it into him. He begged me to stop, said he couldn't take it. I surprised myself when I responded "shut up and take it like the slut you are." He tried crawling away but I grabbed the leash attached to his collar and yanked it back hard, choking him. With the leash wrapped in one hand and the dildo in the other, I straddled him on the floor doggy style and shoved ithe dildo in all the way. He cried out and collapsed on the floor.

I gave him a moment to get it together before I rolled him onto his back. I wanted to see his face. There between his legs, like he was usually between mine, I pulled tightly on the collar with one hand while furiuously fucking his ass with the dildo. He was crying out and thrashing and moaning... and cumming and cumming and cumming! I had never seen anyone cum that hard. His belly and chest were splattered with his jizz, some even shooting onto his lips and chin. He was a quivering, convulsing wreck. 

I scooped up his cum with my fingers and dripped it into his panting mouth. I straddled him, rubbing my dripping wet pussy all over his cum soaked body, coating my pussy in his jizz. And then I sat on his face. He didn't have time to fully recover his breath before I was smothering him between my thighs, ordering him to eat me. I rode his face quite violently until I had my fill of orgasms.

I stood up and loved what I saw looking down at him. His face and upper body were slick with my cum and his. He was a wreck. Thoroughly used. I was so proud to have been the one to use him. I felt pride and power. I realized the vibrator was still deep in his ass and still vibrating. His poor cock was getting hard again. I ordered him on all 4s and led him by the leash crawling to the bathroom. There I put him on his back on the floor. Standing over him, I peed all over his face and chest. Then I sat down on his cock and rode him until he came inside me. And of course I sat on his face after so he could clean the cum out, as was now our tradition.

This time I was nice enough to turn the vibrator off and remove it from him. I took off the collar, cuffs and clamps ... teasing his poor nipples with my mouth. Then I grabbed him by his throat and said "clean yourself up and clean every inch of this bathroom slave. I want it clean enough to eat out of and I might just make you eat here." 

I walked out of the barthroom high as a kite on life.  I felt like I had just discovered myself and my power. Little did I know that I had just given not-yet-hubby his biggest fantasy too.