The exquisite relationship between my bodybuilder wife and myself

[AdrianCT]

This story is about the exquisite relationship between my bodybuilder wife and
myself. She's into bodybuilding and I am not. We are different in size, I am
about the same height as her but she is defintely bigger than myself. My work
hours prevent me from working out whereas she goes daily. Plus a regimen of
good diet has helped her develop muscle mass.

We had lived quite a usual life until now. Usually, we explored a litte s&m
but nothing serious. Only recently, though I had seen a little more
aggressiveness and some possessiveness in her. I disimissed it as just
something to do with time. We are over 45.

My life style changed when late in our marriage the kids moved out of the
house. We were together in a cottage by the beach in Spain. It's quaint, the
beach is deserted though in the summers it is crowded with college students
about half a kilometer from where we live. I work at home with my designing
and we only rarely go down to the city.

Our house backs to the beach with one wicket fence marking the end of the
property to the rest of the water. Passerbys are few in this part. Though we
do get the college crowd in the summer. Unlike the US, they women frequently
don't wear the tops.

She used to look at me strangely whenever I saw the students sunning on the
beach. "It's nothing..".

"Well, don't look too much or I'll get jealous", she used to quip. I should
have listened.

Last weekend, though I stayed out a little bit more than usual. It was a
volleyball contest, and I did spend a lilttle extra time on the deck instead
of completing my deadline. The result was my working late through the night to
catch up. In the morning, I got up late. I could tell that she was pissed. She
was up before me and out of the house.

I had started breakfast when she came in from the front of the house. Her back
was glistening with sweat and I could tell she had a had a good workout.

"Did you get a good workout?"

"Yes, dear. I got a workout all right". She was icy in her tone of voice when
she came up to me. "I warned you about this. You find them more attractive
than me, don't you?".

"No, no, no. I was just watching the game. Honest". I tried to console her and
reached towards. She grabbed my arm and twisted it around my back. I was
twisting on my tiptoes as she kept turning.

"I warned you", she hissed. "I may not be as young as those girls, but I will
make sure you learn not to look at them again."

Her tone of voice was unlike any I had heard to me before. I struggled, and
kicked as much as I could but her arms were like steel. "Stop squirming, or
I'll break your fingers". Her other hand was was crushing my free hand now. I
could not say anything. My heart was pounding.

She twisted me down on the floor and sat on my back. I twisted to see what she
was doing, but shoulder felt like it would pop out of my socket. She turned
both my arms in a X behind my back and I felt a cord go around my wrists. As
it tightened, I gave it my best shot to get out but I could not. She was
simply too strong. My legs were not strong enough to dislodge.

I felt her turn and grab each of my ankles and another cord curled around to
tie them together. She stepped up off of me then to examine my situation. I
was trapped. "Good". She took some time to sit down and relax a little.

"What do you have to say for yourself?". She said. "I'm sorry? Please get me
out of this. I didn't know...", I replied feebly. "That's right! You did not.
Now it's time to find out. Your apology is not accepted.".

She moved to me quickly and I expected her to kick me. She didn't. Instead she
lifted me in her arms and over her shoulder. My face was upside down in front
of her gluts. She easily walked out to the back of the house to the beach
area.

"Where are you taking me?", I gasped ... No reply.

She stopped and put me down quite roughly next to a hole in the beach sand
about 2 feet deep and 4 feet long. I screamed in horror. "Are you going to
kill me?".. She laughed at me. "You wish. You will wish you were dead, but no,
I will keep you around for a while as long as you abide with my rules."

There was the answer to the morning workout. A shovel and several towels lay
next to the hole. There was no one in sight. Where is anyone when I need them?
They can hear me over the back fence but they cannot see me on the ground.

She reached in under her skirt and pulled down her panties. I could tell they
were soaked with her sweat. "Open your mouth, NOW". I resisted. She bent my
little finger back.

I complied, and she shoved the in my mouth. "There! That's better".

She then rolled my body, ropes and gag and all in the hole with my face up.
She then started to pack the sand around my body. I could only grunt my "NO"
and the smell of her sweat was reeking in my nostrils.

She was relentless. It took her a very short time to bury me in the sand with
only my gagged mouth sticking out of the sand. She stomped out any loose sand
and said. "Well, my pet, now are you going to scream when I take the gag out?"

I signalled "No". She took it out.

She then took four towels and arranged them around my head.

Now the training begins...

[AdrianCT]

She walked into the house and left me there. I struggled against the sand and
the bonds but it was hopeless. I could not get out of the sand. The sun was
coming up now and I was sweating. My throat felt dry. I lost track of time.
All I could hear was the ocean, and the air.

She returned dressed in a longer skirt and a loose T-shirt. She had on white
sandals and her toes were sticking out the front. "There you are", she
smirked, "still trying to get out?".

I said "No. I give up. Can you please let me go now?"

"No, dear. I worked hard to get you there. You have *pay*! Plus there is some
training you must undergo."

"Training?"

"Yes". She unfolded on a lawn chair and brought up a spray bottle full of what
appeared to be water. "I can't have you running around without my control.".
She plunked the chair in front of me and sat down on it. The chair creaked
under her weight.

"Thirsty?", she asked. I acknowledged with a nod.

She took her left foot of the sandal and sprayed the toes with the bottle. The
painted toes shone in the sunlight.

"Lick it off, then you can have some more?"

"What?!" I exclaimed. "Are you serious?"

Her face clouded over with anger. I could see that this was a mistake. "How
dare you speak to me this way, you worm? I don't think you realize your
situation here!!". She put the bottle down and picked up her sandal. She then
reached in her pocket and pulled out a gag.

It was a ball-gag!! It slipped easily in my mouth and the strap went around
the head. "I don't want the neighbors to hear you during your training."

She squatted over me and overshadowing the sun. All I could see were her
thick, white legs. I could only look up at her and could not go up more than
her stomach. With one hand she grabbed my hair and held my face back.

Then it began. Whack, Whack, Whack. She slapped my face with her sandal. I
could not even scream or get out of the way. I wanted her to stop but she was
an angry woman and I could only whimper. My eyes welled up with tears and she
finally stopped.

"Now, are you ready to lick?" She asked.

I could barely nod a "yes". She pulled the gag off. My face was numb. My eyes
were cloudy. This wife of mine was going to kill me, I thought. ...

She stood up and the sunlight came into my eyes. She took one of the towels
and folded it over my head. The sunlight was blocked. I heard her sit down
again. Within a second her foot was in my mouth. I had no choice but to lick.
In between the toes, under the base of the foot. She was relentless. My mouth
was drying up and I was tired. That's when she switched feet on me. It was the
other foot.

"I want it clean ... DO IT!". She hissed. I had to give the same job for what
seemed like an hour. It wasn't. I felt her leg stiffen as I sucked her toes.
She was having a orgasm! She was totally in control. I was buried up to my
neck in sand licking her feet and she was enjoying it. It sent shivers down my
spine.

The foot disappeared. She left me there again. I was alone again. I was really
thirsty now.

.... Time passed... my arms were stiff against the ropes. My body was stiff.
The towel covering my head was suffocating me. The smell of her feet was in my
mouth. It was strange. I liked the smell now. My face was sore and my lips
were parched.

I heard feet on the sand before she pulled the towel off.

"Thirsty ? ". She held a glass of ice cold lemonade in her hand.

Thinking of the beating last time, I replied, "Yes ... mistress"..

"Good thinking. I like my titile. We can move to the next part of the training
now." With that, she drank the whole glass in front of me. She then and moved
to me and squatted on me again. Each foot was on each side of my head. I saw
that she was not wearing any panties.

I gasped. "Please, I will be quiet. Don't beat me, please, please all I want
is something to drink"...

She took a sigh, "No dear, not unless you taste me. I will give you something
to drink all right" She pulled my hair back and it forced my mouth open. "I
have been waiting for a while to do this ..."

What followed was a stream of hot, foul urine in my mouth .. I could only gag
under the torrent. I had to swallow what I could.

Argh. I felt awful. She stepped back and went to get a hose. "I have to train
you not to spill a drop later." She then replaced the ball gag in mouth again.
"No water for you till you are ready to beg me." I would have begged then.

She hosed my head off. Little water came through the gag.

When she finished. She took the towels and laid them around my head, opened up
her skirt and squatted on me again. She moved her cunt to my mouth. "Lick it
clean... Now"

Her skirt dropped around her legs. I was in darkness again. Her weight
pressing into me.

I licked her from under her skirt. She stiffened again as she came .. again
and again. I actually got a stiff hard-on under the sand.

Finally she stopped. Stood back and examined me with a sneer on her face. The
ball gag was back in my mouth. "Good". She put one of the towels on my head.
"That will keep from looking around."

She went back in the house. "I have to go somewhere ..."

It was late in the afternoon. I wondered where she had gone. I had to get out!

[AdrianCT]

I was buried up to my neck in the sand. My wife had left me there for quite a
long time now. I was panicking. When will she return. I was scared of her. My
mouth was sore from servicing her from this position. My face was sore from
the slaps. When will she let me out? I was ready to beg.

I wanted to scream out to her, but the ball gag prevented me from it. My face
was covered with the towel. It was hot, I was not getting out. This is perhaps
the most scared I have been all my life.

But the worst was yet to come.

Again I felt the ground move under her feet as she approached me. The towel
was off, and I saw that it was now mid-afternoon. She did not say a word. She
simply yanked off the ball gag and put her cunt on my mouth as she sqautted
over me. I knew what I had to do. I licked and sucked. I felt something in her
pussy as she began pushing it out. It tasted like a grape. She was rubbing her
pussy on my mouth and I felt her thighs tighten as she pushed it in my mouth.
It was a grape. I had to eat it !! Yarrgh. I could not get the thing in my
mouth.

She was good at this. She only let me have three maybe four grapes. Each grape
came in slowly. I was too hungry at this point to remember. I needed the juice
in the grape. In between each grape, she was experiencing some serious
orgasms. I felt her tighten and stiffen.

Finally, she got up and sat down beside me.

"Well, are you ready to get out now?"

"Yes, please mistress, please I beg you...", I could not speak fast enough. I
wanted out!! OUT!!

"Maybe, I should keep you there longer..."

"No, no, please ... "

"That's better. I like the begging and whimpering." She smiled. "However, I
cannot expect us to have the same relationship now that we have experienced
this, do you?"

I was silent. I did not know what to say.

"For one thing, you are now my slave. I have to mark you as such. I set the
rules. If I catch you looking around at anyone, you will be in that hole
again. The next time, I will not be feeding you grapes. I will turn around and
you will be eating my shit. Do you understand? "

"Yes, mistress".

"You're probably wondering where I went. I will tell you.. " She stood up and
went in the house.

I was puzzled.

She returned with a collar. With a few deft strokes she parted the sand around
my neck and placed the collar around my neck. I saw that it had a combination
lock on it as she put it on. There appeared to be a cylinderical object at the
back of the collar, though I did not see it clearly.

"This is a special collar for slaves. Since you work out of the house I will
leave it on you. Of course, you don't object to it do you?" She asked coyly.
She was squatting in front of me again. I could not say anything. I was scared
that she was going to hit me. Then I noticed the remote control hanging from a
strap around her neck.

"Any infractions of my rules will force me to press this button on my remote
control." She pressed the button on it .. and my neck felt like it was on
fire. I screamed in pain. "AAAHH" My body stiffened under the sand. She took
her finger off the button.

"The collar is made of steel. I know the combination. You touch this remote, I
will fry you with it. I am stronger than you, you cannot win..." She continued
and she sat down in front of me. The horror on face was making her face flush.
I could tell she was turned on. She pushed her foot into my face and moved the
finger on the remote.

Before she could press the button to zap me, I started licking her foot.

"Very good, perhaps you will be ready in a few days to come out of the hole",
she cackled. "or if you do a good job, I may let you out tomorrow"

I felt my heart sink as I licked. When will this end? I wondered. I remember
this day as vividly as if it were yesterday.

... the final part next time ... my time is up now. I have to run the bath for
my mistress now. She will be home soon.

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She was gone in the house. I could hear the oceon. As i looked around, the sun
was on the way down now. This had been a long day, and I wanted to scream to
get out.

Unfortunately, the ball gag kept the sounds to a mere whimper. With the collar
in place, I had felt like it was over and that she was going to take me out of
the sand now. My mistake was to ask her "Can I come out now, please?"

Her response was to press down hard on my face with foot. "Not yet, *honey*,
remember you have to beg me first for something. Besides, I am not done with
you yet. It's time for my workout. See you."

She took the ball gag out and squatted over me again. The sunlight was gone.
All I saw were her muscular thighs and her pussy. Then her hand came down and
forced my mouth open. All I could do was groan a "no, I won't ..." before it
was muffled. The strap went around my head.

She sat there for a few seconds. Then she pinched my nose! I struggled, HARD,
to get my nose free. There was no way for me to breathe. I was gonna die! I
could hear her chuckling while I tried to swing my head. It was a horrible
feeling.

She let go. I breathed again. She slid back a little.

I looked at her. She looked at me as if I was nothing.

"Don't run off, wimp". With that, she was gone. To her workout? I did not
know.

Time passed.

I heard her return. She looked marvelous in her leotards and training bra. The
black leotards showed shines of sweat. Her arms were heavy and flush after a
good working out. She stood in front of me. I could smell the leather in her
shoes.

"You want to come out now"

I nodded.

"You know what to beg for? Do you remember?"

I thought, and no, I did not remember. I nodded anyway.

"Good, because I can keep you there till you do. You better do a good job. If
you get my shoes dirty I will make you lick them clean."

I nodded. Now I remembered. Oh no!

She looked around. The beach was deserted. She pulled the leotards off and i
could see her pussy was soaked with sweat. She squatted on my face again and
pulled off the gag.

"BEG"

I did. I wanted out..... I did. "Please mistress, I want to drink it. Please
let me have it. .... oh please ..."

"MORE"

"Please, I thirst for it.>>"

"Good"

With that, she started peeing in my mouth. It was acrid, horrible. I could not
move. I had to drink it.

She came in bursts so that I would not overflow. How can she control the
bladder so? She does. Even to this day, when she has to go.

I drank it all. I was disgusted.

-------------------------- She dug me out after that and cut bonds. My limbs
were stiff for days, and I lay on the sand for a hour before I got back into
the house.

I will never forget that day which changed my life