My Husband's Secret Life
At the mercy of Mistress Payne. - By Gloria

Gloria felt strange sitting in front of her husband’s computer.  In fact, she was a bit uneasy sitting in his chair in the den.  The den was off limits to Gloria and the kids.  It was Sal’s inner sanctum.

She reached out and pressed the ON button before she could change her mind.  Sal had been acting so out of character lately.  Gloria had wondered if he were having problems at the bank.  What if he lost his job?  What if he were embezzling or something?  The wife was always the last to know.  Gloria did not intend to be one of those wives.

She accessed the Internet and quickly pulled up the History page.  She might be a stay-at-home mom, but she spent plenty of time using her own computer.  Gloria was no tech-idiot.  She assumed Sal would be too arrogant to delete the History—or even to suspect that Gloria would even use his computer.

Gloria actually gasped at the screen when the sites appeared.  She clicked on one, BONDAGE.com.   Gloria hit the Back button and selected another.  Dominatrix Central.  This time photos of whip-wielding mostly-nude women popped up onscreen. She found dozens provocative pictures on the computer in a folder labeled BDSM.

“What the hell?” Gloria murmured.  She quickly accessed Sal’s email, knowing his personal password had not changed in the past eight years, at least.  SALIV8.  He always thought it was funny.  There were several emails from credit card companies and business newsletters, but the name that jumped out at her was on at least a dozen of the latest emails: mistresspayne.  Gloria clicked on one randomly.

It read:  Sal, You will call me at exactly nine a.m. this morning.  Do not be late.  Mistress Payne.

That was innocuous, if a bit weird, Gloria thought.  She selected one several days earlier and hit pay dirt.  It was a very long email with several replies.  Gloria scrolled quickly to the bottom.

Mistress Payne said:  Do you remember your first day with me?

Sal replied:  Yes.

She sent:  Describe it in detail.  Do not forget anything or you will be punished.

Sal’s response was long.  Gloria scrolled up a bit to the beginning and read it in rapt fascination.

I came to see you at 10:00 a.m. as you instructed in your first email to me.  Your house is like a small castle and when I first saw you, I thought you looked like its fitting queen.  Your long, black hair was loose and flowing and you wore a very tight, strapless black dress with a slit up the side all the way to your hip.  You wore tall black boots with spike heels and black gloves that covered your pale arms past your elbows.  You carried a small leather switch that you toyed with as we spoke.  Your voice was deep and sexy.

You took me downstairs, down those dark, stone steps to a small room where you told me to strip completely.  I was nervous, but you tapped the switch against your palm and said, “Don’t make me tell you again, Sal.”

I took off my clothes and turned off my cell phone, as you instructed.  You blindfolded me and led me into another room where I was tied, standing and spread-eagled.  You told me I was very naughty and needed to be punished.  You asked if I agreed and I said yes.  You hit me with the switch—all over my body, at different times and with different degrees of force—until I begged for mercy.  Next, you touched me with something soft—a brush of some sort—and told me I was very good for admitting I needed punishment.

Gloria took a deep breath and pushed away from the computer.  She could scarcely believe her eyes.  The very idea of her husband—plain, mundane Sal—seeking the services of a dominatrix… well, it was incredible.  Sex between Sal and Gloria was a routine affair once a week.  Purely missionary position, no foreplay, and generally over in ten minutes.  The very idea of her balding, slightly overweight, bank executive husband being tied up and beaten with a switch…  Gloria scooted back to the computer.

The brush was very nice.  I liked it a lot.  You untied me and made me crawl on my hands and knees, guided by the sound of your voice.  The floor was hard and rough—like concrete or stone.  I had to kiss your boots.  You asked if I needed to be spanked and I said yes.  You had me kneel over a cold cushion—like rubber or vinyl.  You spanked me with your gloved hand.  After each smack, you told me to ask for another.  You continued to spank me and I asked for more until I thought you would never stop.  My buttocks were stinging and my dick was rock hard.  You told me I was not allowed to ejaculate and then you fondled my balls.  I nearly came then—it was so hard not to!

Gloria brushed the hair away from her face with a shaking hand.  Her lips were dry and she found herself surprisingly turned on.  She kept reading.

You led me over to a bed and told me to lie on my back.  You asked me if I wanted to touch myself and I said yes.  You said I would be allowed an orgasm if I followed orders exactly.  You bound my hands and feet to the bed and told me I had to lie there and think of what a naughty boy I was and what sort of punishment I deserved.  You then tied something—a ribbon of some sort—around my cock near the head.  You left me.  I tried to think about punishment, but it was hard to concentrate.  All I could seem to think about was the ribbon.  I wondered why you had put it there.  If I moved in just the right way, the end would flick gently against the head.  I continued to think about, and play with, the ribbon until you returned.  It seemed like hours.

Gloria swallowed hard.

You were angry when you returned.  You had been watching me and knew what I was doing.  I had not concentrated on my punishment and therefore would be punished twice.  You put clothespins on my nipples and left them there.  You then took another brush—a hard brush this time, like a scrub brush—and began to brush my body with it.  You asked if I liked it and I said no.  You asked if I deserved it and I said yes.  You told me to ask for more, so I did.  You brushed my whole body with the rough brush and then tore off the clothespins.  I think I screamed.  You licked my nipples and touched me with the soft brush.  You asked if I wanted more of the soft brush and you drew it down my chest to my groin.  I pleaded for more and you said I could have more if I called my wife and told her I would not be home that night.  If I did not call, or was not convincing enough, I would be punished.  You dialed the number I gave you and held the phone for me.  I told my wife I had been drinking and would spend the night at the house of my friend, Jack.

Gloria sat back in surprise.  She remembered that!  Sal had gone to play golf—his normal Sunday ritual—and had called late in the afternoon to say he had been drinking and was too drunk to drive.  He was also tired and would simply stay with Jack and go straight to work in the morning.  Gloria had been shocked and suspicious.  Sal had not been drunk since his 30^th birthday party.  She considered calling Jack to verify Sal’s story, but Sal had been clever.  Gloria despised Jack and hated the thought of calling him at all.  If Sal was not at Jack’s, Gloria would look like a fool.  She suspected Sal of having an affair, but even if he was, what would she do about it?  Leave him?  With four kids?  Get a job after eleven years of staying home?  Give up her comfortable life because her husband was having a mid-life crisis?  In the end, she had stifled her fears and kept her suspicion to herself.

You told me I had been very good and then you ran the soft brush over my body, finishing with my dick, which was still hard and throbbing.  You tugged on the ribbon and asked if I would like to orgasm.  I said yes, yes, yes, and you said I was allowed.  I then felt your tongue on my cock and I came all over my stomach.  It was incredible.  You told me I was allowed to sleep and left me there, still tied and blindfolded.

That was the end of Sal’s long story.  Gloria scrolled up to read Mistress Payne’s reply.

You forgot that I caressed you with the switch after the spanking.

I’m so sorry, Mistress Payne.

For your punishment, you must wear clothespins on your nipples until I tell you to take them off.  Put them on now and adjust the webcam so that I may verify your compliance.

Oh fuck, thought Gloria.  The webcam!  Her glance flicked up to the eyelike lens staring at her from the top of the computer.  Sal could be watching her right now!  She got up and grabbed a ball cap with the bank logo from a nearby shelf.  Sal had gotten it at the company picnic and never worn it.  Gloria dropped it over the webcam and sat down again.

Yes, Mistress Payne.

Very good, Sal.  You did not get much sleep that night, did you, Sal?

No, Mistress Payne.  You woke me up every hour.

What was your favorite part, Sal?

The ice.

You loved the ice, didn’t you?  You loved the feel of the ice inside your ass, didn’t you, Sal?

Yes, Mistress Payne.

The next day you were very good about calling your office to tell them you were sick.

Yes, Mistress Payne.  It was my first sick day in four years, Mistress Payne.

That still bothers you, doesn’t it, Sal?  Why did you do it?

Because you told me to, Mistress Payne.

You always do what I tell you, right, Sal?
Yes, Mistress Payne.  Gladly.

You may masturbate now, Sal.  In front of the webcam, please.  Right before you ejaculate, you may remove the clothespins.

Yes, Mistress Payne.  Thank you, Mistress Payne.

Gloria felt her own hand steal downward to finger her uncomfortably wet crotch.  Oh what the hell.  She unzipped her jeans and slipped her hand inside her panties to touch her clit.  God, she was actually turned on by the thought of some strange woman dominating her husband.  Gloria stroked herself a few times until the orgasm rocked through her.  She cried out and clutched the edge of the desk with her other hand, shuddering.

When her breathing returned to normal, she adjusted her clothing and glanced at the clock.  Damn, the kids would be off the bus soon.  She closed Sal’s email and restored the computer to its original state before returning the ball cap to the shelf.  After one final glance to make sure everything looked normal, she went downstairs.  When Sal got home tonight, Gloria would definitely be seeing him through different eyes.

She wondered what he would do if she opened the front door with a leather switch in her hand and laughed.  She could hardly wait to read more of his emails.