Teaching him to whom he Belongs

One thing Sue said that stayed with me: "he seemed to need more discipline than I could provide to him by myself." No, that's not how this pro domme thing started. It was my idea because I wanted to do certain things in a three-way that I was not comfortable asking Sue to do. It's her fault, not mine. But things like this, once said, take on a life of their own: "Mr. Mayor, can you confirm that you do not beat your wife?"

It also got me thinking. I really want to make darned sure david knows he is not free to visit professionals whenever it pleases him.

So yesterday I sat him down on the couch, and very sweetly told him that, unfortunately, I felt I needed to remind him to whom he belonged today. I told him that he had visited another woman without me present, and I was concerned that there might be confusion about this issue. Poor david swore up and down that he only has eyes for me, and that it was my idea, and he would never have done it without me telling him to do it, and so on. I told him that I am sure his head knows all that, but that I was concerned that his pretty little bottom might be confused. It was funny then listening to david try to defend his rear end! Of course I was messing with him, but isn’t that what it's all about?

I had wanted to do a certain thing to him for a long time now, and I thought this would be a perfect opportunity to unleash. You will see when I get to it!

The first thing I told him was that I felt I needed to get my strap out again and make sure he would have trouble sitting for a couple of days. david looked a little panicked at this. I had not used my strap on him for almost three months now, but he sure remembered that last strapping! I could see his eyes pleading with me, but I was standing firm. He kept repeating that he knows he belongs to me, and I kept repeating that I'm not sure his rear end knows, but it will after it gets strapped good and hard.

I took him up to the bedroom, had him strip naked, and made him lie face down on the bed with his hips over a couple of pillows. Then I got some nylon rope and tied his wrists to the headboard on either side of the bed, tied his ankles together, and tied them to the foot of the bed. Then I took a belt and wrapped it very tightly around his thighs so that his legs would not come apart. I didn't want him spreading his legs inadvertently and me accidentally strapping the backs of his balls. Then I stuffed a pair of panties into his mouth, and used a second pair to tie around the back of his head to keep them in. As I did this I told him "no safe words from me, baby. You’re going to take what I give you. You just keep squirming and begging through that panty gag so that I know you're ok."

In his visit to the pro domme, he had said how helpless and scared he had felt being completely immobile, knowing that she could do anything to him she wanted to. I wanted him to feel that same way with me. With her he had not been gagged, and he had had a safe word. I wanted to go a step further with the panty gagging and no safe word. I wanted him to be more scared of me than he was of her.

I got the strap out, and without any preliminaries whipped it very hard across both his cheeks. I used a full arm tennis swing and was rewarded with a muffled scream, a rectangular strap mark on his ass, and some very unmanly fanny wriggling. His pro domme did not mark him at all, but I sure would. The last time I strapped him (three months ago) I did 75 whacks and went up and down his legs as well. That was overdoing it. This time I confined myself to just 40 and all on his ass. I alternately aimed the tip of the strap to each cheek, though the far cheek still got the worst of it. I had decided after his first strapping that I was going to reserve the strap for special occasions, and never "play" with it, but rather keep his fear of it extremely high. Mission accomplished. By the end his ass was a mess of crimson, black, and blue, and he had tears in his eyes. After his 40 I asked him to whom this ass belongs? I heard a muffled "You! You!" from behind his panty gag.

I was not done with him yet, though, not by a long shot!

I untied him and ungagged him, and then ear-marched him over to the bathtub. I pushed in the plug and told him to get in and lie on his back. He had no clue. It's a little fetish of mine to pee on him. I had not done that yet, and I had decided that today was the day.

I stripped off my sweats and panties, put one foot outside the tub, and the other on the far side up on the lip. Then I squatted down (thank you exercising!) and let loose a stream right on his face. He closed his eyes and screwed up his face, but I told him to face up and open wide. He obeyed and opened up his mouth, and pee started splattering into it. He could not bring himself to swallow any, so he just sputtered it out as soon as it went in. By this point there was a little pool of pee in the tub. I told him to turn over, put his face in it, and stick his ass up. I then directed what I had left onto his beaten-up ass and privates and asked him again to whom that ass belongs? He said it belongs to me, but he had to speak into the pee puddle so it was not very distinct.

That was very, very hot for me. My pussy was tingling like mad. I can now say that there is nothing that makes your boy more your bitch than pee'ing on him like that. You do that, you own that ass!

I got back up and told him to empty the tub. In case you are wondering, it's not as disgusting as it sounds. I have a very healthy diet, and my pee is nice and sweet smelling, thank you very much. I told him to get into the far corner of the tub. I took the spritzer, turned the water on cold, and hosed him down like the monkeys in the zoo (poor monkeys!). That made him jump worse than anything I had done previously! I kept the cold stream on him and made him turn around and around. By the time I was done his penis and balls were tiny and all shrivelled up! Ha Ha!

I told him to get those little peanut balls out of the tub and follow me. I did not let him dry himself at all, so he was shivering all the way back to the bedroom.

"So you like getting your asshole beat by strange women, do you?" I asked him rhetorically. This was one thing he had asked of her that he had not ever asked of me, so I was a bit pissed off with that. I had him kneel on the bed and told him to spread his cheeks open nice and wide with his own hands. Then I got out a little skinny belt (see the picture below) and proceeded to whip it down into his bottom crack.

After some experimentation I decided the best angle was head on so I knelt with my thighs on either side of his head facing down his body, and gave him his bumhole whipping from that position. I experimented with the belt doubled-up and single-tailed, and thought single-tailed worked best with a shortened-up grip. It got so that I could whip down pretty hard, getting some real yelps from him. Once I got into my groove, I gave him a couple of dozen strict ones right down on that naughty bumhole. That'll learn him!

While I was doing that I scolded him for not telling me that he wanted his bumhole whipped and made him apologise repeatedly. "You know you’re getting fucked next, I hope?" I asked him. I had him hold his spread-open position while I got my strap-on around my hips. I lubed it and him, and proceeded to really teach him to whom he belonged!

My "equipment"