I had been a closet submissive all of my life and had been looking for someone to take control away and make me hers….and boy did she ever! She had...me shoving brush handles up my ass, dressing in panties and bras, eating my own cum… I would do whatever it took to make her happy. Then one day I got a text message from her. “We are going out tonight. Wear your pink panties and shave completely.” I was so damn nervous and I couldn’t wait to find out what she had planned. She picked me up at. I got 'ME-ARJ' then the trees blocked the rest. I told the nice man what I'd seen and verified that they were still shooting at my place. They thanked me and said someone would be right out.Not forty minutes later a Coastie smuggling interceptor laid a line of machine gun bullets before the bow of the boat. The one that had been using my place for target practice. I wandered down to the beach and yelled out, "Don't kill the bastards yet! They haven't paid to have the bullet holes in my house. I went home with a big smile on my face and I think I might have been walking a little funny to boot. The big assed smile on my face covered any discomfort I might have felt. Ed invited me back the following weekend for “fishing”. When I got home my wife was all too happy that I was spending time with her dad and encouraged me to go out on Friday night again.All week I was in a state of constant arousal. I barely touched myself and was hard as a rock thinking about getting more of Ed’s cum in. Suddenly, I had my hands bound and raised above me, attached to a hook on the ceiling. My clothes were shed from me by her nimble digits, and before I knew it, I was naked in front of her right there in the kitchen. She circled me, admiring her handy work and also examining my manhood that stood at attention before her. She gazed up at me and winked before disappearing behind me. When she came back, she was in a short pleated purple skirt that exposed much of her thighs. I supposed that that.