a weekend of unexpected humiliation and pleasure

My wife wanted a weekend getaway out of town. Even though New Orleans was nearby, we decided it worked perfectly for our trip. I noticed her packing some chains and locks, so I laughed and asked what she had in mind. She told me to go get changed because there were already clothes laid out for me in the bathroom. I thought this would be fun; she was finally going to take charge for a weekend session. When I went into the bathroom, I was slightly surprised by her choices: a locking inflatable plug, black stockings, a black thong to wear over the plug harness, a black bra, a fairly thin shirt to layer on top, and even one of my jeans with tears across the knees, plus a pair of flats. She planned for me to risk being noticed in these female garments. I had no idea what was coming next.

I got dressed, and when I came out, she pumped up the plug until it stretched me well. It turned into the longest two-hour ride ever; every now and then, she’d give my plug another pump. When we arrived at the hotel, she suggested we walk around Bourbon Street and the French Quarter. I worried about walking with the plug still in place.

We browsed a few shops until we found one selling 6-inch locking heels. I mentioned that I’d like to see her wear a pair of them. She replied that she had been thinking the same thing about me. At first, I thought she was joking when she said if I didn’t try some on in the store, she would drop the keys for my plug into a mailbox and leave me stuck plugged up there for at least one or two days. So, of course, I agreed to just try them on.

I put them on, and she told me to walk around. It was possible but slightly difficult; my highest heels were usually 4.5 inches. She asked me over so she could adjust the straps tighter to see if it helped. As she pulled one strap tight, she slipped a lock into place before I even noticed. Once that one was locked, I had to match the other and slip a lock on it too. “Come on,” I said, “give me the key before someone sees me.” She started laughing and told me the keys were back at home; I would be wearing those shoes until we got home the next night. “You’ve been wanting a dominated weekend,” she said, “and now you have it.”

After paying for the shoes, in the next shop she found a locking inflatable gag and locked it on right there in the store. I felt humiliated with my jaws stretched by the gag, my ass sore from the plug, barely able to walk—and yet loving every minute of it.

Then she picked out a tight mini-skirt, threw away my pants, and made me walk back to the hotel like that. I was hog-tied until morning. Eventually, she removed my gag and let some air out of the plug before we went for another round of walking. My feet were killing me.

She said there was one more stop. She took me to a shop, bought a CB6000 vibrator, locked it on, pumped up the plug again, and regagged me for the walk back to the car and the ride home. By then, I could finally take out both the plug and the gag. My mouth and rear were quite sore.

She told me I could remove the shoes in the morning and mentioned that she had mailed the keys for the CB6000 before we left for home. So, enjoy a couple more days of bondage. Definitely enjoyed my weekend, even if it was a bit more humiliating than I thought I could handle.