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This story is fictional. It has no relationship to anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet. It came out of my own sick mind. It’s pornographic and should not be read by anyone who doesn’t like this kind of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18 years of age or under. It’s probably not good for you and you are not permitted to read this story. This story may be copied or saved, if you want to. However, no charge is permitted. If anyone copies it or transmit it to another, this statement must be included. Waldo Ataboy 8/3/2000

The myth is that of humans the female is the weaker sex. It ain’t necessarily so and this tale illustrates it.
When Cousin Debbie got in trouble in college and was told she must move out of her dormitory or the college would expel her, my wife, Ruth, and I offered to take her in. It had to do with a college professor she got involved with and his wife found out. Debbie had to go and she moved in with us; we lived just off campus.
This story is about Debbie. Her mother Florence is the sister to my wife’s mother. Florence never married, had two kids; the eldest away in Officer’s training school in the marines and the younger, Cousin Debra, 19 years old, the wild one. Debbie’s just the opposite from my wife, brunette, tall and slender, small tits, nice ass, cute with long legs and a ready smile while my wife is two inches shorter, blond, chunkier, larger tits and ass, and is always watching her weight but not bad looking.
Aunt Florence was 14 years old she when she got pregnant with her son and her parents threw her out when she wouldn’t abort. To survive she got a job in a house of ill repute as a maid. That is where she learned the trade as a Dominatrix. She soon had Debbie. She picked up her own clientele and established her own house and made a fortune by invested in real estate in deals brought to her from some of her regular clientele, real estate brokers and salesmen who needed cash to fund them. She wasn’t a big spender but saved her earnings and had a good head for business.
It was Aunt Flo who asked us to take in Debbie. It was OK with me since I was attracted to Debbie and would have loved to make out with her but wouldn’t of course since I love my wife.
Debbie moved in and made herself at home. Even though we weren’t that much older then her, we let her know that we expected her to conduct herself properly while living with us. We explained to her that we realized that sex was free and easy among students, but if she were to live with us immoral conduct would not be tolerated. She raised no objections.
However, the situation changed. I finished up early on my job, I’m an accountant, and came home about 2 hours before I normally do. Finding no one around I went upstairs to grab a nap before supper and I heard funny noises coming from Debbie’s room. Her door was slightly ajar, I said, “Hello,” got no answer and went in. I was in shock from the sight; my wife, with her dress pulled up to her waist, her panties down to her ankles, bent over Debbie’s bed and a young, husky tall guy standing behind her reaming her in the ass.
I was dumbfounded on seeing this fellow’s cock with a rubber pushing his impressive appendage back and forth in my wife’s rear end. They were both groaning and moaning in their passion. I was too mesmerized to speak up especially since I was getting aroused myself and my prick was pressing against my closed fly to get out.
I looked up, and Debbie was standing about five feet away, with a coke in one hand and her forefinger of her other hand to her lips to shush me from speaking. She looked down at my crotch, saw my condition and gave me a big smile. This was too much for me. I rushed from her room to mine own to compose myself so that I could intervene. My hard on would not subside so I took my misbehaving prick out and couldn’t resist; I started jacking off. It didn’t take long for me to reach a climax, and started shooting my seed onto my pants. I looked up and there was Debbie in my doorway, watching, smiling and when she saw me look at her, she gave me thumbs up. She left.
Embarrassed and mortified, what to do? No way could I face Debbie. I just stayed in my room until a light knock on my door two hours later, it was Debbie and she announced that supper was on the table downstairs and suggested I come down before it got cold. I realized it would be worse if I stayed upstairs since that would highlight what I did. What the fuck, I thought, my wife and Debbie had more to explain and justify then me. So I went down and acted as if nothing I did, I had to be ashamed of.
When I got downstairs the young man was gone. Debbie and my wife acted as if nothing unusual happened. I got a large plate of spaghetti from Ruth and Debbie passed the sauce and they made small talk; they questioned me as to how things were going. I was beginning to wonder as to whether it was all a dream; it was unreal. For the next two days I couldn’t get it out of my mind and made a commitment that I would confront Ruth to get her explanation.
The time had come; at supper I told Ruth I had something on my mind that bothered me that I wanted to discuss with her after we ate. Debbie spoke up and said that she had something on her mind that bothered her and wanted to discuss with me. Ruth seemed amused and volunteered to be the referee; both Debbie and Ruth giggled at this proposed arrangement. I wasn’t amused.
The three of us gathered in the living room and since my concern may definitely involved a more highly emotional matters I figured we would dispose of Debbie’s little problem first so that I and Ruth would have some privacy. “Debbie,” I asked, “what’s bothering you?”
“You’ve been a very naughty boy,” she declared, “first you came in my room uninvited, and second and worse you masturbated.” I was shocked; how could she say this in front of Ruth. She continued, “You realize you have to be punished.”
Debbie then turned to Ruth and asked, “You’re the referee, what do you think.”
Ruth responded, “Yes, you definitely have a point; it makes sense to me.”
Before I could recover from my surprise she wrapped my right wrist with a Velcro cuff and when I reached over with my left hand she did the same with my left. “What’s all this?” I complained. Flustered and taken unawares she attached the two cuffs two feet apart in the center of a five foot nylon cord pulled the cord around me and firmly pulled my hands to my sides and tied the ends of the cord in my back.
“Release me immediately,” I demanded, “What do you think you are doing?”
“I’m preparing you for your punishment,” Debbie responded, and turned me around, unbuckled my belt, zipped down my zipper and pulled down my trousers and shorts to my thighs. Immobilized with my hands bound to my sides, my ass and prick exposed I was completely at her mercy. She brought out a leather strap, about two inches wide and about two feet long with a fancy leather braided handle, and instructed, “OK, bend over and don’t give me a hard time or it will be worse for you. You’re to thank me after each stroke and count or that stroke won’t count.”
What in the hell is this nonsense; what does she think she is doing; does she think she’s a Dominatrix like her mother; these questions ran through my mind. But in any event, I had to put a stop to this especially in front of my wife, but how, my hands were tied, “OK, young lady, stop and untie me now, a joke’s a joke,” I demanded, but in response she let me have it, hard across my ass with that nasty strap. Did it hurt, shit yes it hurt. I was humiliated and couldn’t believe it.
“You didn’t thank me or count. Besides you’re to call me Mistress, now bend over and let’s do it,” she insisted and gave me another harder then the previous one. My God, it hurt. No way was I going to play her cruel game. She let me have it again. “These don’t count, you’re not cooperating,” she reiterated and another landed hard across my ass. On that forth blow I realized I was going to have to do it her way or she would never stop.
“OK, five and thank you,” I reluctantly said.
“No, no, no, you must start from the beginning and you got to call me Mistress, plus I don’t like the tone of your voice; now let’s do it right,” she instructed me. The next one landed across my ass, hurt like hell and my son of a bitch prick, like a good soldier, was standing out at attention.
She won; I submitted. I bent over to give her a better target since I realized this was the only way she would be satisfied and eventually stop. “One,” I said, “and thank you Mistress.”
“That’s better,” she informed me and pulled my pants and shorts all the way down to my ankles and then let me have the next one, hard across my ass.
“Yeoh,” I cried, “Two, and thank you, Mistress.” She proceeded with her whipping and it was only until I got to ten that she relented. She could see that I was totally compliant at this point and she decided I had enough.
“I’m proud of you, you took it good and now as a reward you can go into the corner and jack off to rid yourself of that nasty hard on,” Debbie said. I know it is hard to believe, when Debbie untied me I did just that and jacked off as my wife and Debbie watched with amusement. I never did get to question my wife.
I know the whole thing is bizarre; the human mind is hard to fathom, was I under Debbie’s control to play with as she wished, this was something I had to consider before this went too far. However this night my wife in bed decided she wanted to fuck, got on top and I recovered enough so that I could keep it hard long enough for her to have multiple climaxes.
I knew I had to do something or I would lose control. Fortunately Aunt Florence had called and Ruth invited her to visit us Saturday; she accepted as she missed Debbie. This was my opportunity, I could explain how Debbie was misbehaving and she could straighten her out.
After breakfast Saturday morning I told Aunt Flo that I had something to discuss with her of a private and delicate matter. When we were alone in the living room I as diplomatic as I could told her how Debbie had whipped me. She was outraged that her daughter had treated her host so despicably. She called Debbie in to reprimand her to my relief.
Aunt Flo demanded to know how Debbie could be so disrespectful of me to treat me this way. “But Mom,” Debbie explained, “I caught him masturbating. Ruth and I decided he had to be taught a lesson. It was only for his own good.”
“That’s a different story.” Aunt Flo commented, “It shows you need all the facts before coming to a conclusion. Of course I wont interfere. You probably did the right thing under the circumstances. I see you made good use of the strap I gave you on your last birthday.”
I was consternated at the turn of events; I probably made matters worse rather then better. I was right, that night after Aunt Flo left; Debbie whipped me with twelve strokes for my complaining to her mother. I was further required to apologize to both Ruth and her by licking their pussies on my knees, each in turn, until they climaxed before I was permitted to jack off.
Not only did I have to deal with Debbie but also Ruth my spouse, my soul mate, who collaborating with Debbie is abusing me and subjecting me to her whip. I am aware that there are men who relish and even pay for this type of treatment, but not me. I’m not of that bent but how am I to convince both Debbie and my wife that this treatment is unwelcome; that I am normal.
It isn’t as if Ruth is weak and subservient, no she is strong-willed in her own right and that is why Aunt Flo retains her to manage her properties where she earns an income almost equal to mine. I love my wife and have been always faithful to her. Our marriage is a matter of mutual respect and love and that is why I decided to appeal to her to restrain Debbie.
Ruth must have had a long talk with Debbie since this evening after supper she took me aside and after cuffing my hands and binding them to my side she told me, “It’s not my place to displace your wife’s marital rights,” and pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles exposing my ass and prick. She turned over the strap to Ruth and further told me, “Count, thank her, and address her properly as you would me.”
Ruth was more then willing, and she gave it to me across my ass; it hurt as much as Debbie’s. “One and thank you, Mistress,” I counted and counted each blow thereafter; my cock acknowledged my submission with an erection. After the twelfth lash, Ruth generously relented; had me drop to my knees. She lifted her skirt, and removed her panties, turned around and pushed her ass into my face.
“Lick,” my spouse commanded, as she spread the cheeks of her ass. I complied and lathered her hole with my tongue and I heard Debbie chuckle in amusement. Soon she had enough and turned around for me to give her cunt the same treatment. After her orgasm I was required to do the same to Debbie. I now was permitted to jack off.
You may wonder; why do I put up with this nonsense after all I’m a fairly strong male: I could easily overpower either or both of my cruel tormentors. Why do I permit them to abuse and humiliate me; can it be that subconsciously I thrive on being dominated by them and underneath find it satisfying and fulfills a hidden need. No, it can’t be; I’m no nut but what can I do about it?
The two of them took complete control of me at all times while at home. If I didn’t obey they would use the strap on my bare ass or have me pull down my trousers and have me lay down bent over on one or the other’s lap and give me a spanking. It was best not to resist or Debbie would use her strap and notwithstanding my erection, not permit me to relieve it by masturbating. She secured a pouch and locked it in place to prevent me from jacking off furthering my punishment.
But they went too far by having a young man over for supper. It was that bastard that started the whole thing; you know him, the one that was reaming my wife’s ass. Debbie introduced him to me as if nothing ever took place and my wife was especially solicitous to him. In fact when he snuck a pat on my wife’s ass when he thought I wasn’t looking and she gave him a big smile.
Actually the meal went quite well. The food tasted good and he was quite talkative, charming and amusing. I was beginning to like the guy and he seemed to take an interest in me although I suspect his hand was playing with my wife under the table. But Debbie ruined the whole thing when she made the following startling statement about me, “He’s a bottom, he gets his kicks from getting his ass whipped.”
I was dumbfounded and embarrassed. “Oh really, that must be quite a scene and would be most interesting to watch,” he commented. What in the hell is going on. She wouldn’t dare; not in front of that son of a bitch who sodomized my wife.
Debbie virtually dragged me out to the center of the room and pulled off my jacket and said, “Be a good sport, I know you want to show off, let’s give him a demonstration.” Against my will she bound my hands to my sides and notwithstanding my protests, pulled my shirt up and my pants and shorts down, so that my ass and prick were exposed. She then proceeded to take up her weapon, that damn strap, and let me have it. “Count wimp, or I’ll beat the shit out of you so that you’ll need a new ass,” she warned me.
“One and thank you, Mistress,” I reluctantly responded but my dick consented with an erection as if it had a mind of its own. Wham, came the next lash, “Yeoh, two and thank you, Mistress,” man, did it hurt. They came in rapid succession and I painfully counted each until I had my full quota and was completely under her control.
“That was quite impressive, I’ve never seen this type of scene. I wonder if he’ll will take it up his ass like Ruth did?” he questioned and I could hear my wife giggle.
“Sure why not but use a rubber and plenty of Vaseline; he’ll love it,” Debbie volunteered me for his pleasure. She pulled me over so that I was properly bent with my ass presented for his invasion. Notwithstanding my objection, he stationed himself to my rear, prepared his penis as required for launching, broke through my barrier, and marched in uninvited. It hurt at first but as he pumped I realized the pleasure my wife must have felt from his similar endeavors with her. My wife, who obviously loves me dearly, perceiving my state of arousal, grabbed my misbehaving cock so that when he came so did I on a towel placed in front of me.
Having served my purpose, Debbie released me from my bounds; I got dressed and recovered my composure; although somewhat embarrassed by the whole thing, I wished him well as he departed (after all he was a charming fellow). We agreed to get together again and get to know each other better some time in the future.
The next night at supper Ruth and I were told by Debbie that she was leaving us and moving into the home of the professor on campus; it was more convenient for her there for classes and other school activities. She had reconciled with the professor’s wife after meeting with her. She convinced his wife that with the proper discipline the professor could be made to understand his proper role and she would assist in keeping him in line. It was just a matter of a judicious use of her strap.
When Debbie left Ruth told her she would be sorely missed and she personally felt bad to see her go. Naturally, I was greatly relieved, but I lied and also told her she would be missed (bullshit, I thought, I’m no masochist and I don’t go for that shit). Now I felt Ruth and I could return to our former happy marital relationship and bygones can be bygones. Aunt Flo to show her appreciation for taking Debbie in sent Ruth a package as a gift.
When Ruth opened the package she was overjoyed and showed it to me. It was a strap, a duplicate of the strap that she gave Debbie on her birthday.
“Oh no, you’re not going to use that on me,” I declared.
“Of course not, honey,” she said, “But it would be a pity not to try it out.”
“One and thank you, Mistress. Two and thank …” etc.