Chained, gagged, stockings on his legs, an older husband is whipped by his young Mistress Wife. Their marriage is a succession of domination, bondage and humiliation.

His first wife died years ago. When he felt the urge to remarry, he sought a younger woman.

Selfish women excited him.

He used to joke that he liked bitchy women. Unaware of his desires, he wanted a woman who would hurt him.

He dated women whose faces suggested cruelty. Finally, he met a woman who seemed to silently laugh at him.

She accepted gifts with indifference. Her eyes seem to mock him. Smiles were sarcastic. She never said thank you.

She permitted cunnilingus. His penis went untouched and unused. Denial made him desperate. His frustration was thrilling.

They went to a costume party. He as a Roman senator. She glistened in an elaborate dominatrix costume. She even carried a whip. His eyes returned to it during the night. He seemed more attracted to the lash than the woman.

Back at her apartment he was high from too many cocktails. His inhibitions broke. He begged her to whip him.

“I wondered when you would ask,” she said. At her command he stripped.

The lashes stung. Even through his pain, he realized she knew how to handle a whip. She must have whipped other men. That made his beating more exciting.

Thereafter, dates concluded with whippings and spankings. She wore boots. He licked them instead of kissing her.

He proposed. She laughed at him. He cried. Telling to shut up, she accepted. There were conditions. She would be the boss. He would obey her orders.

They were wed at the registrar’s office.

She had wanted an older man as her slave. Someone with gray hair who would beg her to hurt him.

She whips her husband daily. In their large basement dungeon, she subjects him to myriad torments. He whimpers and screams, she laughs.

Mistress Wife hurts more than his body. Physical degradation and verbal humiliation tear at his heart.

She reminds him constantly of his age. Tells him he is a pervert for marrying a younger woman. She mocks him for being fat and too weak to diet.

One of her nicknames for him is ‘toilet paper.’

He worships her. Even as body and spirit ache, his gratitude never dies.