Some time ago Maurice had dragged me into my bedroom where he forced me to strip. Once naked I was thrown onto my bed and roughly lashed into place. Maurice's bondage resulted in holding me face down on the bed, my arms and legs spread towards the four corners of that platform.

Maurice is an expert and it took him only moments to bind me. He did so wordlessly and quickly moved to leave but his words on departing spread a chill down my spine.

"You just lay there. Think about what you have done. I'll be back to punish you later." He said.

I'd been punished by many men through the years and they all seemed to relish it but Maurice delivered the worst punishments I'd ever experienced. I knew that he hated me. He hated the fact that I was with her. It was irrational jealousy but he would never get over it. He also hated my weakness. He held me in contempt for the weakness I displayed before her.

We owned countless instruments of torture but a plain thick leather belt was Maurice's favored implement for punishing me. I knew that later I would feel that belt; my ass would explode in pain as it slapped home, but my ass would not be all. I knew that Maurice would beat me from my shoulders to my ankles, sparing no part of my backside. His hatred for me would flow down his arm, through the belt, and emerge against my body as an overwhelming physical force. I knew that he would laugh at me as I suffered, I knew that it would take my bruised body days to recover, perhaps most importantly though, I knew that he didn't care how long it took, he cared only that I was punished horribly. She I knew felt the same.

Maurice had left, and I was here. As he had predicted, I was contemplating my crime.

To most people I suppose, I wouldn't seem a crime at all. Under this roof however, it was considered an extremely serious infraction. While shaving my beautiful wife's cleft I reached out and caressed its delicate folds with my finger.

Honestly my life revolves around her pussy. I desire it more than anything in the world, and she uses that desire as her means of control. I've been forever denied it but on this occasion I could not help myself. I gave it the briefest and gentlest of caresses while shaving it bare.

I am of course allowed to touch her cleft; she requires my help in shaving it, cleaning it, and ensuring its beauty. I am not however allowed to touch it, or any part of her body in a sensual or erotic way. That pleasure is for others. It is I know a very fine line and could be open to misunderstanding; forbidden touches are crimes of thought, crimes of intention. She was however correct. I did touch her in an erotic way and had intended to do so. Premeditation if you will.

That forbidden touch was three days ago. Tonight I am to be punished for it.

My wife, Marie, if you must know, and I started dating when we were both quite young, right out of high school in fact. She ruled me from the beginning. For the first five years we dated and enjoyed what I thought was an extremely exciting sexual relationship.

I doted upon her needs and desires, she learned to become ever more selfish and demanding. It was, for each of us, a perfect way to live and we quickly moved in together while still attending university.

Sexually, I thought we were perfectly in-sync and delightfully compatible. Like now, I was not allowed to touch her in a sexual manner, but I was permitted to watch her masturbate, granted permission to witness the glory of her orgasm. She didn't feel that my own sexual gratification was important or something that I should control, so I wore a chastity device most of the time. Occasionally however she would remove it and I would be permitted to masturbate while kissing and licking her delicate asshole. I must confess that I loved nothing more than kneeling behind her, placing my mouth upon that opening to her body, and looking up at her. She seemed to me to be a goddess.

When we finished university I asked the most important question of my life. Would she marry me?

She informed me that marriage would be much different than our lives so far. I was told that her selfishness would grow, her demands would grow, and that our sex life would undergo radical transformation. She made certain that I understood that my life would be one of service, suffering, and in large measure humiliation.

I told her that I desired whatever life she chose for us. I assured her that I could handle any desire she had. I begged her to marry me.

To be continued...