My Wife Dominated Me in the Sex Shop Dungeon

After that vacation, our lives went back to a quiet rhythm. Lucía had dialed things down with all that trying-everything-out, and I thanked her for it in silence. But there was one habit neither of us wanted to lose: Friday nights.

They were ours. We closed the bedroom door, switched off the phone, and let the rest of the world sort itself out. For a few weeks, Lucía had been choosing the films, and she kept gravitating toward the same thing: stories of domination, of a master who owned a submissive, of orders obeyed and pain mingling with pleasure until you couldn’t tell one from the other.

—Would you want to do something like that? —I asked her one of those nights, not taking my eyes off the screen.

—We’ve gone a month without daring to try anything new —she replied—. And I feel like letting myself go a little.

—Since the club, I haven’t pushed you again. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

—And I really appreciate that. But this is different. This is what I want to try.

I understood what she was asking me for. It wasn’t about opening the relationship again, it wasn’t about looking for anyone else. It was about playing, just the two of us, taking our connection a step beyond where we’d left it. We had fit together in a way neither of us had expected, and there was still ground left to explore.

—And what are you in the mood for? —I pressed—. Dominate, or be dominated?

—Both. And you?

—I’m more into giving orders. But I’ll admit I’m curious about feeling the other side too. Both, I suppose.

Lucía smiled, satisfied with the answer.

—We can buy a kit online, or look for a place that rents out a prepared room.

—For the first time, better at home —she said, cautious as always—. And if we like it, then we’ll see.

—All right, then let’s get the gear. Order it online, or would you rather go to a shop?

—A shop. That way we can see it in person, touch it, and pick something decent. Cheap stuff breaks later.

That night, the sex after the film was different. More visceral. There were hands at my throat and pulls of hair from both of us, and I realized just how much I was enjoying that game. Lucía finished with a long orgasm while I held her pinned, her wrists trapped on either side of her head, unable to move and not wanting to.

***

The next day I searched online and found an erotic shop in the city that, in addition to the upstairs store, had a furnished room in the basement. A real dungeon, according to the photos, rentable by the hour.

It had been a long time since we’d left the kids with the grandparents, so we arranged the following Saturday calmly. We’d have lunch with Lucía’s parents and then leave the little ones there to sleep over. That way we’d have the whole afternoon and night to ourselves, to break in whatever we bought.

That week we were especially playful. Spankings slipped into the routine: the wooden kitchen paddle would suddenly fly and land on either of our asses, and we’d laugh like kids after every blow. The anticipation had us on edge.

On Friday we watched the film like people studying a manual. I imagined Lucía in the positions of the submissives on the screen and felt a sadistic smile forming on my face. She didn’t miss a detail while she played with my cock and slowly squeezed, testing how much pain I could take. Curiously, my limit was higher than I’d thought, and that discomfort gave me a strange kind of pleasure, different from the usual rush of arousal.

Later, reading about the subject, I understood why. The body responds to pain and pleasure through the same mechanism, releasing the same substances. That’s why some people enter a kind of trance. But we weren’t trying to make that a way of life; we only wanted to try it and, if we liked it, turn it into one more game.

***

Saturday arrived. We ate paella in my in-laws’ garden, drank coffee at our own pace, and then slipped away for a walk. The shop was a few meters from the avenue, and we stretched the walk so we’d arrive just as they were rolling up the shutter.

—Good afternoon —the saleswoman greeted us.

—Good afternoon —we both answered at once.

We browsed the shelves until we reached an area of leather, straps, and items neither of us yet knew how to name.

—Can I help you find something? —she asked, coming over.

—Yes. We’re looking for gear to start playing a little harder —I said.

—Something for bondage, for example? —she suggested, smiling at our novice faces.

—Something to immobilize someone, and a riding crop or a whip —Lucía added.

The girl took a box down from the wall and brought it to the counter. She removed the lid and started taking out the contents: leather cuffs for hands and ankles, a collar with a leash. Lucía and I exchanged a sideways glance, conspiratorial, and kept listening.

—This kit includes a small flogger, this multi-tail whip. It’s very soft, but for starting out it’s more than enough.

She ran it over her forearm and the sound made my skin prickle all over. She held out the handle to me and I struck my own arm with it.

—It tickles —I said.

I passed it to Lucía and she did the same.

—Mmm —she murmured, and fixed me with a panther’s gaze in heat.

—I also have riding crops and a few paddles —the saleswoman went on.

She took down a crop and struck her calf with it. The crack rang outrageously in the silence of the shop. She set it on the counter, I picked it up and, half-jokingly, tapped Lucía on the ass with it. She burst out laughing.

—Wait until we get home. We’re taking that one.

The girl kept taking things out: a roll of several meters of jute rope, for practicing ties, and a blindfold.

—This is for depriving someone of sight. When you take away one sense, the others sharpen. Pleasure stops being visual and becomes much more physical.

—We’ll take the whole kit. It’s very complete —I wrapped up the purchase.

—It’s the one we sell most, precisely for that reason. Complete and affordable. If later on you want to try something else, we’ve got everything here.

—I read that you have a room downstairs —I said.

—Yes, in the basement. You can rent it; you just need to book it. Want to see it?

—We’d love to.

Lucía was expectant. The idea of going down into a real dungeon made her eyes shine.

—By the way, I’m Carla —the girl introduced herself—. I run a website and give talks about all this, BDSM outreach.

—We’re Diego and Lucía.

Carla led us along one side to a staircase descending into the basement.

—I usually hold events down here. No sex, just talks. Once a month I do a film screening and another day I run introductory workshops. We also put together parties at some club venues.

—We move in the swinging world; we’ve been to places like that a few times —I explained.

We got downstairs and I was speechless. It’s one thing to see it on a screen and quite another to have it all within reach and start imagining how you’d use it. A St. Andrew’s cross, a wooden horse, a swing, a bench, a chaise longue, an old stocks frame. On the walls, a whole collection of crops, canes, floggers, and paddles. That room would have delighted the most merciless of executioners.

—Is it free right now? —Lucía asked.

—Yes, available.

—Then we’ll take it for two hours —my wife decided, without consulting me.

I shrugged and agreed. Something told me those two hours weren’t going to be easy to forget.

—I’ll keep your purchase upstairs. Have fun, you two.

—Thanks, Carla.

***

We were alone, and the first thing was a long, lustful kiss against the rope-covered wall.

—Who goes first as master? —I asked.

—We’ll toss for it. Flip a coin. I call heads.

I took one from my pocket and tossed it into the air. Heads.

—You win. You’re in charge.

Lucía put on a sadistic face and began her reign.

—Take your clothes off.

—Yes, my mistress.

I slowly took my clothes off, letting her think over her next move. She took a collar with its leash off the wall, and as soon as I was naked she put it around my neck. She tugged the leash and led me to the St. Andrew’s cross, where there were cuffs hanging to restrain whoever used it. She positioned me facing it and immobilized me.

She grabbed my hair and slid her other hand down my back to my ass. She pulled it away from my body and let it fall with a sharp smack. The heat rushing up my skin made me even hotter than I already was. She went back to the wall, took something I couldn’t make out, and a moment later an object slid over my buttocks before striking. It was the paddle. The sound was shrill, and a moan slipped out of me without permission. She repeated it several times until my skin was burning and a hot itch settled into my ass.

She set the paddle down, came closer, and yanked my head back.

—That’s how I like it. No complaining. You’re going to be a good submissive.

She stroked my burning skin, and between caresses she slipped her hand between my thighs.

—Would you like me to fuck you? —she asked in my ear.

—Yes, my mistress.

I still don’t know why I answered that. I was so turned on I would have obeyed anything. She released me from the cross and took me to the bench. She laid me on top of it and tied my wrists and ankles, leaving me on all fours over the wood, exposed, ready for whatever she felt like.

On a shelf there was a bowl with condoms and another with packets of lubricant. She took one, opened it, and applied it to me with her finger, spreading it in circles, pressing calmly until the first knuckle yielded and went in. The breath I let out made her laugh.

—You like that, huh? Today you’re going to enjoy yourself like never before.

Fully in character now, she went back to the wall and this time I did see what she took: a harness with a silicone cock. She covered it with a condom, coated it with lubricant, and positioned herself behind me. Something cold slid between my buttocks, up and down, testing, until it began pushing at the opening. It didn’t seem big, but she insisted patiently until my body gave way. What I felt wasn’t discomfort, but a strange heat that suddenly flooded my cock with blood.

—Do you like how I’m fucking you? —she asked, moving her hips.

—Yes, my mistress —I answered through clenched teeth.

At first it was strange, halfway between pleasure and bewilderment. But Lucía sped up, drove deeper, and suddenly every thrust stopped bothering me and started turning me on. When her body hit mine, something stirred inside me that drew a moan from my throat. She added a few spanks to that, and the intensity climbed another step. I clung to the wood with both hands, my whole body taut, convinced I could make it to the end without anyone even touching me.

Lucía sensed how far she had taken me and, just then, decided to stop. She pulled out slowly, removed the harness, and put it back where it belonged.

—You did very well. We both enjoyed ourselves. Now I’m the one who needs you.

She freed me from the bench and led me to the chaise longue. She lay down face-first, offering herself.

—Fuck me hard. And come inside me.

—Yes, my mistress.

I entered her and started moving with all my strength. She was so wet that every thrust sounded splashy, and that wetness lit me up so much I came too soon. But orders were orders.

—I’m going to come, my mistress.

—I can already feel it. Do it.

I emptied myself inside her with a shudder that bent my back.

—Very good. That’s how I like it, when you obey. Now get on your knees and finish what you started.

Lucía had taken the whole commanding thing very seriously, and I loved playing along. I knelt, spread her hips, and buried my tongue where she wanted me. She was hot, slick, still trembling inside. I licked without stopping, and after a few minutes her hips began moving on their own. Far from pulling away, I held her firmly and brought her to another orgasm, and then, almost without pause, to another.

—Get your fingers in there —she ordered, her voice already breaking—. And don’t stop.

—Yes, my mistress.

I obeyed. My fingers curved inside her, searching for the exact spot while my tongue moved up and down, and she came apart again in gasps, gripping the edge of the chaise until her legs gave out. When she finally went still, she let out all her breath at once and gave me a tired smile.

—Good slave. I’ll consider the session over once we walk out the door.

She sat up and kissed me on the lips, slowly, with none of the authority from a minute before.

—I loved owning you.

—And I loved being owned —I admitted.

***

We got dressed, checked that everything was in its place, and went back up the stairs. Carla was still at the computer, typing away.

—How was it, you two? Did you have a good time?

—Better than we expected —I answered, while Lucía picked up the bag with our shiny new kit and shot me a look promising a repeat very soon.

On the way to the car, neither of us said much. There was no need. I could still feel the burn on my skin and, above all, I knew something had changed between us. We had discovered that commanding and obeying weren’t fixed roles, but two sides of the same desire. And that, from that afternoon on, Fridays would never be the same again.