The Gates of Hell

Based on a not-yet true story.

"Wake up. C'mon sweet cheeks. Wake up," my wife said, shaking my shoulder.

"What? What are you doing? What time is it?" I protested.

"It's 2:00 am and it's time for you to answer for certain transgressions and shortcomings."

"What? I don't understand," I complained.

My protests were of no use. My wife rolled me out of bed and gently rattled off instructions:  I was to get in the bathroom and bathe quickly (with an emphasis on perfectly clean everywhere and in every way.) I was to then put on the items she had laid out for me and only those items. Then I was to report back to the bed in under 10 minutes.

I didn't understand what was going on, but I was happy to have my wife pay some attention to me.

When I got into the bathroom, I started to get an idea of what was going on, but it was only a partial idea.

On a towel on the counter were just 3 items:  A dark t-shirt, a "gates of  hell" (GoH) device that I had barely seen in 15 years of marriage, and ... a pair of thigh-high black tights. (I got very nervous because I had ordered the tights without consulting my wife just out of curiosity. I hadn't told my wife about them yet -- I was a little embarrassed. Is that what this is about?)

Where the GoH cage was somewhat humiliating, the tights were almost too much -- especially since I knew my wife didn't really find them stimulating. She was only doing this to humiliate me.

At any rate, I was happy to get any type of attention, especially in the past 4 years since she had started dating T. It's no secret he's more well-endowed and better in bed than me.

What's worse is that I find the situation very intimidating -- knowing that he goes deeper than I can and performs better. And so, I often literally shrink from the challenge of competing to satisfy my wife. And she has often told me I shouldn't try. Sometimes during sex she urges me to simply enjoy it and not worry about satisfying her. "That's what I have T for -- to fuck me properly." 

On those occasions where I do get up the courage to attempt to please my wife sexually, she often forces a quick end to the campaign with some of her manual skills. Sometimes she'll tease me into making an attempt only to quickly rub me off before I can even mount her. Other times she might allow me to get started, but then use her fingers to "pull my trigger" and provoke something like a premature ejaculation.

I reported back to the bed as directed. That's when things became painfully clear to me. There wasn't going to be any sex tonight - only a humiliating torture session.

"Very good. You made it back in time. Now lie down here," she instructed. "That's it. Mmm ... you look kinda cute in these tights. I might start to start to get turned on seeing you in tights," she said as she caressed my legs. "But you have some explaining to do."

"Oh, I just saw them online and I couldn't resist. I thought one day you might put them on for me and we..." I was interrupted gently.

"Shhhh ... it's OK. I'm glad you got them. You'll order some more in different colors. And I am definitely going to put them on," she said. "I think T might really like them."

My heart began to race and my penis twitched. She hadn't mentioned T in some months, although it was no secret that she daydreamed about him still. I didn't very much like him, which made it more humiliating that she dated him.

"Are you ... wait ... are you going to see T again and wear these tights?"

"I think I will. Yeah. And tonight I'm going to show you what I want him to do to me." She leaned down and pulled a strapon and harness from her nightstand drawer.

This moment was extremely stressful and extremely arousing for me and she knew it would be. She often threatened me that she wanted her boyfriend, T, to take her anal virginity. She knew this tested the limits of my acceptance. We have never done that in 10 years of marriage and she knew this would be somewhat painful but also incredibly arousing for me. She knew it was difficult for me to accept certain things that she allowed T to do to her that we had never done. But she used the excuse that in all these years of marriage, I had never tried those things, probably because I was a "beta male" and T was her "alpha male". So he deserved to be allowed these things.

My heart was racing and my head was spinning, but despite all that my penis grew hard inside my GoH cage, pressing against the steel rings. The GoH lived up to it's name -- having a hardon while wearing one produced both pain and pleasure.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I protested, "time out. What are you doing? I thought neither of us enjoyed pegging. You know neither of us gets anything out of that ... out of pegging. So, why ... "

I broke character in this role-playing to protest, but she didn't -- she was having none of it. We had tried this once before and nothing had happened. Neither of us physically got any pleasure from it. The only pleasure I got out of it was my wife paying attention to me, albeit by penetrating my bum and taunting me by bragging about her boyfriend's sex.

"Shhh," she shushed me again. "This time it's going to be different. I've been reading about it and I think I've got it now. You see, most people don't like it the first time around. But I've read about how to train you to enjoy it."

"Yeah ... no. I don't picture that happening. Why don't we..." 

"Shhh, don't worry. It's going to be good," she said confidently. "And if it's not, we're just going to keep doing it until it is good." She laughed quietly so as not to wake anyone.

My sweet wife had become some sort of a gentle Domme. She now strapped on her harness and firmly attached the implement of my torture.

She rolled me over onto my back and positioned me on the edge of the bed with my knees up. I felt completely uncomfortable and emasculated.

She put some lube on the device and then began to stroke my penis using the GoH cage. The feeling of my penis, inside a lubed latex sheath, inside the tight steel rings of the cage actually was very pleasurable and I began to wonder if there might be a silver lining to this episode.

"You see, we just needed the right technique to train you to enjoy this. Last time we tried it, it was all wrong. This time will be better. We're going to train you to orgasm this way."

"What? No ... that's not going to happen. I could never..." I was silence by the pleasure of her stroking the GoH cage. The feelings were intense.

"Oh, quit complaining and just do what you're told. You've been complaining for years about our sex life. Whining about how I don't pay enough attention to you."

"Well, I just want ... oh God," she shut me up by introducing the tip of the device into my bum. She assuaged the pain by gently stroking my caged penis. I didn't know which feeling was stronger, the pain or the pleasure.

"How's that," she asked. I could barely speak. "It looks like you're liking it."

I didn't want to like it. And I wouldn't have if she hadn't been manipulating the GoH cage. But it did start to feel good.

I moaned. "You don't really enjoy this. Why are you doing this?"

"I want you to know what T is going to do to me next time I see him -- what I'm hoping he'll do to me. And I do enjoy seeing your penis get hard ... even though you wont get to fuck me."

My heart raced with her stabbing words. It was painfully humiliating that she wanted another guy to take her anal virginity instead of me. Yet somehow it was intensely arousing and hearing her say it made my penis harder.

"You still want to fuck me, don't you?" she asked almost plaintively as she began fucking me with a back and forth motion with her hips. "I mean if you had the opportunity."

"Yes," I answered, "I always do."

"Well ... I'll ask T if he'll allow that next time we have a date." That response always got me revved up. It was so incredibly arousing to imagine that her boyfriend would decide if I could make love to my wife or not.

Her continued manipulation of the GoH device on my penis was intensely pleasurable. She pressed it into me while wiggling it in circles on my penis. Meanwhile, she continued to fuck me, which was ... not very pleasurable.

"You're starting to like this, aren't you?" she asked.

"I like the cage, but the ... " she interrupted me again.

"Shhh, it's a yes or no question," she said, authoritatively. "Don't worry, we haven't really started your training yet."

She reached down and picked up her new back massager / vibrator.

"You feel sexy in these tights and getting fucked like this don't you?" she asked.

"What? No, not at all. I feel completely foolish and unnattract ..." my words were stopped before I could complete the sentence.

My wife pressed the vibrator against the top of the GoH cage sending incredible waves of pleasure into my penis. She caressed my leg with the other hand.

"Mmm ... these tights feel sexy on you. You feel sexy in them don't you? You like this don't you?"

"No ... this ... " 

She pulled the vibrator away immediately and continued to peg my ass.

"No, wait. Please don't stop."

"Are you going to be a good boy and tell the truth?" she pegged me more intensely, which was mildly uncomfortable.

"I will ... yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Ok, I'll give you another chance," she reapplied the vibrator which made the entire experience worth while. The intense pleasure felt like electricity running through my groin.

"Now then ... you feel sexy don't you? Now you know how I feel when I dress up for T and he does this to me."

My penis surged as she spoke and manipulated the cage.

"You like this don't you? You like being in these cute tights and having me fuck you, don't you?"

I was terrified of losing the intense pleasure of the vibrator.

"C'mon," she urged. "Tell the truth. This is where you belong, isn't it?"

"Yes," I said, reluctantly.

"Yes, what?" she demanded.

"Yes, I like it." was my response.

"You like that you get to see what T is going to do to me, don't you?" her word were painful but the pleasure of the vibrator on the cage was irresistible.

"Yes," I said.

"You want this to be our sex life from now on, don't you?"

I couldn't say no.

"Do you love me?" she asked sincerely.

"Yes. I love you." I replied sincerely.

"Do you want me still? Even though I'm dating someone else whose better in bed?" she tortured me with her words. My penis got harder.

"Yes. I want you."

"Are you going to show me? How much you still desire me? Are you getting close?" she thrusted her rubber member into my ass and pressed hard on the vibrator. It felt like electricity running through my body.

"Yes, I want to show you. How can I show you?"

"You can show my be squirting right now," she replied. "You know I love to see you squirt. I think it's the sweetest thing in the world that you still squirt for me even though I'm dating another guy."

Her words stung and humiliated me, but somehow brought me closer to orgasm. She could see that I could barely talk. She continued moving the vibrator to find the optimal position to torture me with pleasure and make me say and do what she wanted.

"Come on, sweetie, show me how much you love me." she urged. "Show me how much your desire me. Squirt for me. Try to reach the ceiling. I want to see it reach your cute face." 

I could only moan at this point. I wanted to comply with her demands.

"Come on, sweetie. You can do it. Just think about how you would like to be inside me and fill me with your sperm. You'd like that wouldn't you."

"Yes ... yes .. I want to make love to you and give you that. I know you used to love it when I would cum inside you." I responded.

"Oh that's so sweet. But now you can't, can you? that's reserved for T. Isn't it? Say it. My pussy is reserved for T."

"Your pussy is only for T." Now I was saying things I couldn't believe.

"And do you remember when I used to give you blowjobs?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You loved that didn't you? How come you don't get blowjobs anymore?" she taunted.

"Because that's reserved for your boyfriend now?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" she demanded as she pulled the vibrator off the cage and pounded my ass harder. "Tell me ... in full sentences:  Who should get blowjobs?"

"Only your boyfriend should get blowjobs," she seemed to be controlling my thoughts with her denial of pleasure and infliction of butt-hurt.

"I like the direction your thinking has taken. And this is your new place, isn't it? Wearing cute tights and being fucked by me. Right?" she demanded while stroking my penis with the cage. 

"Yes ... yes ... yes,"  I groaned loudly as I squirted in the air and onto my own face.

My wife jerked her head back to avoid being hit.

"Oh my ... this is the cutest thing I've ever seen. You in your cute thigh-high tights squirting into the air. Oh you must really like this now, don't you? I know I do."

I panted in near exhaustion. "Well ... I don't know ..."

"Oh please," she taunted me, "You loved every minute of it. You're just afraid to admit. You love squirting for me while I'm fucking you. You love imagining T doing this to my ass," she said.

I didn't have a response. After all, I had cum while this was happening, so maybe this was the right thing for us.

My wife continued taunt or bragging about her conquest, "Yes, this is going to be our sex life in 2021: You in your cute little tights. Me fucking you the way I want T to give it to me. And you showing me how much you love me by squirting for me. What could be better?"