I will probably make grammar mistakes in the story. So please keep that in mind when you read this and dont judge to harshly. I hope you all enjoy rea...ing it as much as I enjoyed experiencing it. A little background about our marriage, we are in an open relationship, we swing sometimes, have had 3-somes and are into BDSM. He is Dom and I am a switch, which for those that dont know what a switch is, I can be both submissive and dominant depending on my mood. We are a very kinky couple and enjoy. His hands holding my butt cheeks, started moving up and down, and pulling them open. My breathing quickened and I couldn't speak. He opened his mouth enough to get my balls in and started sucking again. I had a funny feeling come over me,and started to shake. I had trouble holding the rails of the ladder. My dick started pulsing and Bill sucked harded. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest, then it felt like my head exploded. He released his mouth and asked how it was, I was. ? I remove the knife. ?I will pay closer attention to your nipples later. Butremember it is within my power to do anything I wish to you. And that the onlyway you can possibly influence what happens to you is by submission.? Your jeans are tight fitting. I start on them with the knife at your feetbut you kick out, half-heartedly, but enough to prevent easy work. Withoutthe slightest annoyance, and saying nothing, I return to the bedroom, and thencome back with a metre-long metal bar and three. That was completely against all regs. Unless it was a spouse, of course. I was to learn how much the two of them had ignored those regs. And would again. One day, after a class, Lovall stopped by my desk after all the other students had left. She dropped a slip of paper on the dais, and then quickly exited, to join Donahue at the door. They were giggling as they went off to their next training session. I picked up the note. It said simply: "I'm a slut. My cunt needs cock. Please, Sgt. Can I.