Female led relationships discussion

Earlier today, my wife commanded me to strip completely and lie on the floor at the foot of our bed. Ma’am then shackled my right ankle and cuffed my right hand to the steel bedpost. I stayed there alone for roughly 45 minutes while she finished her chores in the other room. Once done, she came back into the bedroom with a riding crop she had recently bought. She started by lightly tapping my balls, showing how much she enjoyed the new tool. Then Ma’am began hitting harder at my nipples, ass, and thighs. After giving me 15 to 20 firm strikes, she uncuffed my wrist from the bedpost and set our almost-new Lori device next to me. She told me I had to put on the Lorie before she would remove the shackle from my ankle to free me from the post. I pleaded for sex, arguing it would be faster and easier to secure the Lorie afterward. Since Ma’am needed to head to school by a specific time, I think she agreed just to save time. She straddled on top of me, and as I entered her, I noticed an intense gaze in her eyes that seemed to pierce right through my soul. “Are you mad at me?” I asked. Ma’am replied, “Yes, I’m mad at you.” Then I asked her to slap me across the face. She gave a moderate slap. When I questioned again if she was truly angry, she insisted yes. So I told her, “Then hit me like you’re actually mad.” Ma’am then slapped the hell out of my face. I pressed further, asking if she was fucking mad at me; she confirmed that she indeed was. Telling her to go harder, she struck across my face again with much more force. At this point, my arousal was so high I barely felt it. Grabbing Ma’am by her cheeks and pulling her closer while driving deep inside, I shouted, “ARE YOU FUCKING MAD AT ME?” She yelled back, “YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MAD I AM WITH YOU,” slapping me rapidly across the face in succession—smack after smack, about seven to ten solid ones. We climaxed at the same time. Ma’am got off and grabbed some baby wipes, ordering me to clean up before she took a shower. She warned that my chastity device had better be locked by then. I did as told and secured it in place just as she returned from her shower. When she came back, she handed me pink panties, looked straight into my eyes, and declared, “I can no longer look at you as your husband; I only see you as my sissy bitch now.” My heart nearly stopped! This is the deepest level of submission I’ve ever felt. My wildest dreams have finally become real.