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It was Tuesday, and I was talking with my wife's best friend about my wife's birthday coming up on Friday.

"I don't know what to get her," I said, "I never know what to get her, and you always come up with good ideas.

"And I thought you just like to have lunch with me," Sheryl said, laughing slightly. Sheryl had been my wife's friend since before they both went to college together. She and I often had lunch together because we worked relatively close to each other.

"Ha! I just wanted to pump you for ideas. Seriously, I'm at a loss. Janet has everything she needs and most of what she wants. She told me she didn't need a present this year. Like that would go over well," I said frowning.

"Didn't need a present? Boy, are you in trouble. You'd better get her flowers, candy, perfume and a nightgown." Sheryl was looking amused, and she wasn't helping. I had thought, with her being Janet's best friend, she might come up with better suggestions.

"I've given her those things already. And jewelry, and ..." I trailed off. Finally, I said, "I was trying to think of something different."

"Oh, different. Well, why didn't you say so?" Sheryl was teasing me, I knew. She liked to do that. She often blatantly flirted with me, even in front of Janet. She was a great kidder. I also knew that she would probably come up with an idea. In many ways, she knew Janet better than I did. After a few minutes of thoughtfully munching on her salad, she said, "How about you?"

I gave her a quizzical look. "How 'bout I what?"

"No, no, how about you. Give her yourself." She seemed to be serious, but wasn't making any sense.

"She's already got me. Has for 4 years now." I didn't understand what she was getting at.

"Yeah, but not really. Her birthday is Friday, right? Tell her that from Friday to Sunday, you'll do what ever she wants. Anything at all. Giver her a massage, or go to the opera with her or whatever. Anything."

I thought about it. Seemed like a lame gift to me, somehow. I told her so. "How is that different from being married to me now?" I asked.

"Tell her you'll do anything." She stressed the word 'anything'. "Be serious about it. Any desire she's ever had that she was afraid you wouldn't want to do. Anything," she added again.

"You mean, like be her servant. Her slave?" Sounded kinky, and it had possibilities.

"Yes. That's right. Be her slave. You would have to promise you would do anything. Obey her every wish. Are you sure you could do that?"

"Sure. Well, pretty sure. I mean, you don't think she'd want to hurt me or anything, do you?" I didn't think so, I was just joking around.

"Well, I don't know. I mean, she was pretty mad a few months ago. She might want to get even." Sheryl was joking around now, too. Not about Janet being mad, she had been. But Janet was not the type to hold a grudge or take her anger out on someone. And I was pretty sure Sheryl knew some of the details of Janet's and my sex life. We'd done some wild stuff, including once taking turns tying each other up while in bed. Maybe she was thinking Janet wanted to do that again.

"Well, it is the best idea I have so far. Better than buying her a new trinket of some sort. Could be interesting, too. I think that's what I'll do. How do you think I should word it?"

"Just like you said. 'Dear Janet, for this weekend, I will be your slave, doing anything you want. Use me as you see fit. Love, Alex.' I think she'll like it. I just have to tell you, be prepared." I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye, but I figured it was just Sheryl.

"That sounds good," I told her, "That's what I'll do. I hope she'll like it."

"I'm sure she will. I know I would," Sheryl told me. She was always trying to pull my chain like that. Well, I had to get back to work, so I wasn't going to rise to the bait.

"See you later," I told her, and left her to finish her salad.


I got a silly birthday card and wrote in it what Sheryl had said, almost verbatim. I decided to give it to Janet on Thursday, to five her a day to prepare. I waited until after dinner, then handed her the card.

"Happy Birthday!" I told her. "Hope you like it." I was grinning. I thought it would be interesting, and if she really didn't like it, I still had tomorrow to try and get flowers or something. She opened the card and read the goofy joke inside, then read what I had added.

"I don't understand," she said, looking at me curiously.

"I thought you might like a man-servant for the weekend. I promise that I'll do absolutely anything you ask. Anything at all. Whatever you desire." I was starting to thing maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

"But what if I asked you to, um, I don't know, stab yourself or something." For some reason, I felt she was asking me more as a test than as an actual concern of hers.

"Well, I trust you, and I don't think you'd want to damage your slave. But otherwise, if I'm capable of doing it..."

She thought a few moments. "You're right. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you permanently. What if I wanted to spank you or something?"

"That would be fine," I replied, starting to regret giving her this 'gift' especially after she said the word 'permanently'. But then I thought, I should be able to take a weekend of abuse. I mean, she can't just spank me the whole weekend. And she's bound to want some sex, sooner or later.

"Just fine?" she asked. What was she getting at?

"Well, uh, you know. If you told me to, then sure, I'd do it, or let you do it. Anything." I felt like I was digging myself into a deep hole. Dang that Sheryl.

Janet hugged me. Maybe it would be okay after all! "You!" she exclaimed. "This will be fun, having you as my slave all weekend. Anything I want, huh?" She looked thoughtful. "Well, I need to prepare, you know. Probably get a few things I'll need to make sure you do what I say." She was taking the whole thing entirely too seriously. Or maybe she was pulling my chain. Maybe both. I couldn't always tell with her.

"What kind of things?" I asked.

"Well, let's go to Pamela's and see, shall we?" Pamela's was a lingerie shop that also carried 'adult toys'. We'd gone there a time or two to get some sexy underwear, and a vibrator that we used sometimes in our love-making. Janet liked me to slowly fuck her with the fake cock while I was eating her out. It could be interesting, getting another toy to use.

"Pamela's it is," I said.


We parked out front of the store. I was surprised to find a parking space so close. This area of town had a few restaurants and bars, and was usually pretty packed. Then I remembered something about a big game going on at the college tonight. Guess most of the people were there, instead of here. At first, I thought the store might be closed because the open sign wasn't lit, but the door was unlocked. We walked in to find it empty of customers. The only other person there besides us was the female sales clerk who was sitting behind a counter, reading a magazine.

She was an interesting person. Not fat, but 'pleasingly plump', she had several tattoos, a nose ring, and a ring in one eyebrow. She wore dark makeup and dark clothes. She was pretty, but not quite my type, assuming I hadn't been married. She acknowledged our presence, and went back to reading her magazine.

Janet and I looked around a little while, giggling at a few of the items. The clerk came up to us.

"Can I help you find something?" she asked, in a sales-clerk 'ever-helpful' tone.

"Well, maybe," Janet told her. "My husband has agreed to be my slave for the weekend, and I wanted to get a few things to, you know, remind him of his place." I was surprised that she had just blurted that out. I mean, I guess it didn't matter that much, this woman was a stranger, and probably even used to stuff like that. But I was a bit embarrassed by the whole thing.

"Okay," the clerk said, like we had just asked where the milk was. She walked to a wall that had a lot of bondage stuff on it. Collars, cuffs, handcuffs, leather things, things I didn't know what the hell they were. "Would you like a collar, or something more elaborate?"

Janet seemed to think about it. I looked around to make sure that no one else was in the store. Janet said "Maybe something more than just a collar. Something that I can use to tie his hands with, in case I need to discipline him." It seemed to me that she was being entirely too familiar with this clerk, but I didn't know what to do. I had agreed to this.

"Just a minute," the clerk told her, "let me get the door." She went to the front door, locked it. This was getting weird. "Okay, then let's see. How about something like this." She picked out a contraption that seemed to have a collar attached to some other straps and cuffs.

"Janet looked at it a bit, than asked, "Can I try it out?" Hey! I was thinking, no way.

"Uh, Janet, I don't know -"

She cut me off. "Don't worry, honey. I just want to see how it fits you." She didn't ease my concern.

The clerk had already taken the thing out of its box and was unrolling the straps. She was going to hand it to Janet but Janet didn't take it.

"Can you show me?" she asked the clerk. The clerk nodded and came up to me.

"This goes around his neck, and ..." she unrolled a piece down the back, "and this can be used to tie down the arms"

"Can we put it on him?" Janet asked. I was about ready to leave then.

"Uh, honey, can't we do this at home?"

"I don't want to get something home and found out it doesn't work. Stop being a big baby." Now she wounded my pride. I didn't think I was being a baby, but she was pushing all my buttons. I wanted to prove I could take it, now.

The clerk held the collar up to my neck, but hesitated. "This would be easier if he didn't have the shirt on," she told my wife. I began to notice that she wasn't talking to me anymore. Janet looked at me, batting her eyelashes.

"Oh, all right," I grumbled. I took my shirt off and put it on the floor. I didn't mind too much, because I was in pretty good shape, not that I had to impress the clerk or anything.

The clerk fastened the nylon collar around my neck, then bade me to turn around so Janet could see the back. Janet examined the straps.

"So his arms would go here?" she asked, pulling one of my arms behind me and holding it in the middle of my back.

"Yes," the clerk replied. One of them fastened the strap around my arm, securing it in place. Then Janet took my other are and did the same. And I just let her! I was standing there with a collar around my neck, and my arms tied behind my back. I tugged on them, but couldn't loosen them. I tried to get at the straps to pull the open, hell it was just velcro, but I couldn't seem to find anything to grab.

"Okay," Janet said, "I like that one. Let's see what else I'll need." It became clear that she was going to leave me like this for a while.

"I don't suppose one of you could let my arms free?" I asked.

Instead of answering me, Janet bent down and picked something off the wall. She fiddled with it a bit, not letting me see what it was. I didn't think I was going to like it. "Dear?" she said, "I think we can do this without your assistance. Do be a doll and open your mouth."

I was confused. "Wha-" I started. She quickly took the thing in her hand and shoved it into my mouth. It was a ball gag, a kind of large one. She hooked the straps together behind my head before I could do anything. I made a few noises, but nothing much came out of the gag. I looked to the clerk, but she was acting like this kind of thing happened all the time. Now, I'm not normally a docile guy, but things were happening so fast, I didn't know how to react. I had promised that I'd be her slave and do what she wanted, and one part of me felt that maybe she wanted her present a bit early. Also, I still felt that it was some kind of joke and that I'd be set free soon. They just wanted to make me sweat a bit. So I stood there and took it in good humor. I wasn't sure why Janet was acting this way, but she was my wife and I trusted her. I just wish the damn gag wasn't so big. It was really stretching my jaw.

"So what else do I need?" my wife was saying. The clerk showed her many of the things on the wall, one by one, some of which scared me. I just stood there watching them, waiting for the joke to end.

Janet held up a paddle for me to see. "I'll definitely need one of these." It was a long, stiff piece of black leather. "Oh, and one of these." She had what looked to me like a riding crop. She continued to pick out things and put them on the counter for purchase.

At one point she put this weird looking thing on the counter. It was made of a flexible gel, sort of conical shaped, and was called a butt plug. It started out narrow, but quickly widened before narrowing again at the base, which flared to a 'T' shape. I could tell it was made to be put in and left for a while. Who the hell thinks up this stuff? I wondered.

"Oh, look," Janet said happily at one point. I couldn't quite make out what they were looking at. They had taken something out of its packaging. Then she turned around and showed it to me. "Look, honey, nipple clamps," she told me, eagerness in her voice. There were two small alligator clamp things hooked together with a short chain. She opened and closed them a few times, then walked up to me, intent on applying them. I tried to back away, but I was cornered next to a shelf of massage oils. "Come on honey, I just want to try them out." The clerk came over and held my shoulders as Janet attached the clamps. They weren't pinching too bad, so I figured, another part of the joke. Then she started to turn the little thumbscrews on them to tighten them. I could only make muffled moaning noises through the gag. She tugged at the clamps and they stayed on, pulling my nipples out. "Now come along, don't be such a grump." I followed close behind her as she pulled me forward with the chain.

She looked over other stuff in the store, picking out an odd thing here and there. After a few minutes, she told the clerk, "You know, I'm just not sure about this. I mean, I don't know if it's the right size." She was talking about the butt plug.

"Well..." the clerk said. The clerk went behind the counter. Janet handed the chain of the clamps to her and she pulled me forward until I was leaning over the counter. Then Janet unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down! I couldn't believe it. I tried to get up, but the clerk had a firm grip on the chain and I couldn't move without a lot of pain. Then Janet pulled my briefs down to my ankles. I stood there almost nude. She picked up something from the counter, and bent down to my feet. I could feel her attaching something to each of my ankles, then she got my shoes and socks off, then the rest of my clothes. Now I was nude. My legs were chained together, and if I had been allowed to walk, it would have only been a shuffle. Janet opened the package with the plug and pulled it out, setting it on the counter next to me. I suddenly realized this was more than just an elaborate joke. She got a tube of lubricant and put a generous amount on the plug.

I hadn't been quiet this whole time. I had been trying to move and make my displeasure known. However, the clerk had me effectively immobilized by tugging on the chain, and the gag cut off almost all sounds. The two of them were ignoring my complaints anyway.

I felt my wife pulled my ass cheeks apart and pushed the plug against my asshole. It would never go in, I thought. I mean it looked huge. Slowly, she pushed on it, forcing it past my sphincter. The most that I had ever had up my ass before this was my wife's finger, and only a time or two at that. The increase in my moaning seemed to encourage her, and she twisted the thing and pushed until the widest part was past, and my ass just sort of sucked the rest in. She gave it a final twist to set it in place.

My ass felt like it was completely full. I knew that the plug wasn't coming out without some help. I tried to glare at Janet, but I just couldn't manage anything other than a pained sort of look. The clerk let me up. I turned slightly and my embarrassment deepened.

My dick was sticking straight out, hard as a rock. "Oh, that needs something," Janet said, and went to get another device from the rack.

She came back with a cock and ball harness, which, after she applied it, made my dick even harder. "Perfect," she said. "Now, I'd like to try out these," she pointed to the paddle and the crop. I began to mewl as loud as I could in the gag.

"Sure, back here, "said the clerk. Janet grabbed the nipple clamp's chain and led me to the back of the store through a door. There was a table in the back that I was make to lean on. The clerk attached a hook on the table to my collar, pinning me down. Then one of them undid the ankle cuffs, and reattached them to the feet of the table, spreading my legs apart. I wasn't very comfortable, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

"Now, dear, I'm only going to try these out right now. I won't use them to spank you until tomorrow sometime."

How nice, I thought. She wasted no time. She laid the paddle on my ass, bulled back and hit me. It stung, but wasn't as bad as I had imagined. But she continued to spank me, and the blows got harder. I was relieved when she quit after only 5 or so, but it was short-lived. She picked up the crop and 'tried it out'. It stung like crazy, and my chest really hurt lying down on those damn clamps.

The main problem with all this treatment was that I had almost come during the spanking. How could I be reacting like that? What the hell was wrong with me? I should be mad as hell, but here I was, just taking whatever they were doing. I felt defeated.

Janet seemed done. She told the clerk, "I'm going to go get the car and bring it around back. I also need to get a 'strap-on' with attachments. Could you pick one out and ring all this up? The credit card is in his wallet in his pants." Janet turned to leave through the back door. What the hell is a 'strap-on' and how does Janet know about this stuff? I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.

"Sure," the clerk said. As soon as Janet left, the clerk undid my ankles and hooked them back together, then let me up from the desk and turned me around. My pleasure at getting the weight off those clamps was short-lived. She lifted her skirt and I found out that in addition to not wearing any panties, her mound was clean-shaven, and her labia both had rings through them. She leaned me against the table (slightly painful to my ass) and grabbed my dick, guiding it to her pussy. It went in easily. She humped me right there, holding on to me so I wouldn't fall. She was breathing hard in no time, and in just a minute, she was moaning out loud, obviously having an orgasm. It had felt good, but strangely, not enough to get me off. "Thanks," she told me as she pulled off of me. She bent down and started to lick her juices off my dick. I thought maybe I was going to get a blow job, but she stopped after she had cleaned me off. She dried my dick off on her skirt, then hooked an ankle to the table She left me there as she went to get all the things my wife had bought.

I stood there astonished. I was tied up, my ass stung, I had been fucked and sucked and not let come. My nipples felt a dull pain, and my asshole was full. And I was really surprised at my wife, who had let all this happen. What had gotten into her?

The clerk came back with a large bag with all Janet's merchandise in it, except what I was wearing, of course. I guessed my clothes were in it, too. Then Janet came in the door. The clerk unhooked my ankle, and Janet grabbed the nipple chain like a leash.

"All set?" she asked.

"Everything's in here," the clerk said, handing the bag to Janet.

"Great. Well, we're off. You take care." She leaned over to the clerk and kissed her cheek.

"Say hello to Mistress Sheryl for me," the clerk added. Mistress Sheryl? What the hell was that about?

"Okay," Janet responded, "I'll be seeing her on Saturday."

Oh, shit, I thought. I'm in a lot more trouble than I thought at first.

As Janet tugged me along and out the door, towards our car, I thought, maybe this will be fun after all.


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