Chapter 1
"What the fuck?" I muttered
"What the fuck?" I repeated with a little more clarity
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, now awake enough to know my phone is ringing and it is not the alarm.
"What?" I hurled the question down the phone.
"Beth, its Rachel and I swear I am going to kill him." Rachel raged
"Kill who?" I questioned
"Paul he has gone too far." Rachel clarified.
"Is that your husband?" I asked. Rachel was a close friend, but I hadn't seen her for years.
"He woke me up," Rachel continued.
"Yeah I know what that's like," I said the words slipping out before I could stop them.
"Sorry I need your advice can I meet you later," Rachel changed tack.
"Yes of course if I can help I would be happy to. I will text you in the morning if that is ok," I offered.
I turned over but I was too restless wondering what Paul had done. Instead I started to focus on Mike and Phil, two young lads I had known for about two months. I was forty and their combined age matched mine. I had caught them peeping through my window and gave them the choice of play or get into trouble. They played. A few years ago, I had been a Domme and I missed it.
I sent a text to Rachel and we met for lunch.
I spotted Rachel and walked to her table. She looked rough.
"Hi Rachel, you're looking great," I lied.
"Wow you look amazing," she replied and stood up and we hugged.
I pulled out a chair and sat down and we made some small talk, until I could wait no longer
"It has been ages and you called me last night and it sounded urgent. What is going on and how can I help?" I blurted out.
"Its Paul he has changed. He was always an ass but a good natured one. Recently he has been mean and a bully. He thinks he is a Dom and anything he wants is okay. His bucket list gets filthier each day. He's a pig." She relied.
"Surely it can't be that bad. Hasn't he always been a bit 50 shades of grey," I responded
"He joined a new website and it is as though he has no filter. Anything he wants he expects to have. He is having an affair and he comes home drunk. Last night he woke me by putting his cock in my mouth but that is not the worst of it. He fucked her ass. He went from her ass to my mouth. He is a pig. I want him punished. I want him spit-roasted." she said.
"Really." was all I could think to say.
"He needs to be taught a lesson. Can you help?" she requested.
"Yes," but how could I say anything else.
"He wants to try certain things so if you tell him you are interested, I am sure you will be able to get his attention," she advised.
I am not so sure, so we discuss his routine and we come up with a better plan. I tell Rachel to leave it with me and I will be in touch.

Chapter 2
I had been dormant on the fetish scene but I still had some contacts. That evening after dinner, I poured a large glass of wine and sat at the dining table with the laptop. I reactivated my fetish profile and looked for Beth and Holly. Two friends who approached me when 18 about helping them to be more assertive with boys and now if they lacked anything it certainly wasn't confidence.
I had to decide on a plan to deal with Paul. Rachel wanted payback but humiliation in isolation would only have led to an escalation. There had to be an outcome that gave Rachel the upper hand. I knew this would take time and I wondered how long Rachel could keep her anger hidden. Paul was being openly unfaithful so perhaps the goose should take a gander or two. Two wrongs may not make a right but two cocks could be a distraction. I decided that Rachel a bird with a bush might find more value in taking Mike and Phil in hand.
Later that week Holly and Beth joined a new Gym and commented on a couple of pictures on a fetish site. Their profile was not new but they generally had no interest in over weight elder Doms but things change. Paul wanted submissives to expand his repertoire but, they were Dommes who could switch. He had power exchange on his wish list as well as, stuff as extreme as, consenting adults could consent to. He believed what he wanted to and what he craved. It was far too easy.

Chapter 3
"I used to be a Dom but now I'm ok," I recited the first line of a poem I once heard.
Today Paul would come here pretending to be a submissive and then take control before pushing their hard limits.
The doorbell rang and Beth opened the door.
"Show me," she said.
Paul dutifully let her glimpse his wife's frilly panties that he was wearing under his trousers. He had been told Beth had a thing for cocks in female underwear which was not true but served a purpose.
"Mmmmm, nice, you can get ready in there," Beth said pointing to a bedroom. "There is a copy of the paperwork on the table in there. We have signed it if you can sign it too?"
"Yes fine," he responded before entering the room.
"I don't have my reading glasses." Paul opened the door and announced.
"We might have to abort and find another time then. This is too extreme an initial meeting to have any misunderstandings." Beth
"I can manage, don't worry," Paul answered before returning to the room.
He emerged again wearing only his wifes pink panties and a pink collar. Hr locked the door behind him taking the key and attaching it to the collar. He handed over the paperwork and took him to the playroom.
"Hi good to see you again," said Holly, "I will just take that downstairs."
Beth put the hood on him and when he was alone in the room he would overpower her and secure her and then surprise and secure Holly when she returned.
Beth opened the door and led him in. The door shut behind them, he pushed Beth onto the bed and reached to remove the hood, Mike and Phil each grabbed an arm.
"Hey," was all Paul could manage as they pulled him onto the bed securing his wrists whilst Beth sat on him and kept him still until they had secured his ankles.
He tried to shout but the hood muffled him. The door opened again and I walked in with Holly.
"Paul shut up and calm down," I instructed.
"You fucking bitch. You will pay you fucking bitch," he ranted.
I nodded at Beth and Holly and one at a time they took turns to pull out his pubic hairs making him yelp but getting his attention.
"I guess you could say we are plucking bitches but I think you want answers, so be quiet and you will get them. The contract you signed was for a role in a film I am directing called "I used to be a Dom but now I'm okay" based on a poem. You will act out a roleplay for it." I explained.
Mike took off the hood and Holly took a couple of pictures. Beth pulled his cock out and stroked it and Holly took a couple more pictures.
"Nice phone. I believe you have the same model. It has a very good camera. Actually we borrowed yours," I surprised him.
"But mine is locked up," he replied.
"My house I have a spare key. We can send pictures to anyone on your directory. Does your wife know you are here in her panties?" I paused but he said nothing. "Maybe a picture to your boss or perhaps his wife, or your neighbours."
"That is blackmail, I will go to the police." He threatened.
"Whoops, Oh dear. I seem to have deleted some conversations and guess what you signed a contract. You don't have a leg to stand on, but you do have a choice. You can make a humiliating film that will only be seen in the fetish community. It will make you a laughing stock but I have transferred some money into your account nobody need be aware you were tricked. You can claim it was ironic, a joke. Or I can selectively send pictures to your wife and your bosses wife. It will look like a perverse attempt to make a pass at her." I looked at him awaiting his response.
"What do I have to do?" he asked.
"A WAM(wet and messy) film. Wear a swim-suit and stuff it with messy food and some masturbation as well. What do you want to do?"
"OK" was his short reply.
"Well just to show you mean it I am going to free one hand and you will masturbate whilst reading a poem." I instructed.
Paul nodded. .I gestured to Phil who released one wrist.
Paul started to stroke himself and began to read the words Holly held up"
"I used to be a dom but now I'm okay
I'm getting better day by day.
The subs I had liked my abuse
I realise now and its no use
Just one time I tried to switch
Liked it more than being a bitch

I used to be a dom but now I'm ok
For all my sins time to pay.
For my past I do attone
When I'm spanked I will not moan
Humiliation if you please
You win and on my knees

I used to be a dom but now I'm okay
I'm a sub now changed my way
Feeling good instruct me
Few hard limits bother me
As a dom was so uptight
Letting go feels so right"

"Wow that was great" I enthused and nodded at Mike.
Mike released Pauls other wrist and Paul sat up. Mike and Phil grabbed his wrists and cuffed them in front of him.
"Hey." Paul said.
"Shh," I said a finger on my lip.
Phil and Mike released his ankles and attached a spreader bar.
"I could be wrong but, I think you might be considering going back on our deal.We have you by the short and curlies. Shall we resume plucking?" I asked, "I could be wrong so fill the glass."
"Good understand that I have two pictures ready to go. One to your wife, one to your bosses wife. I can send them before anything you can try. Is that understood?" I asked.
"Yes. Can we just do this and get it over with?" Paul responded.
I nodded and Mike and Phil removed the restraints and Holly passed him the swimsuit. Paul stepped into the swimsuit and pulled it on. We led him to the garage and told him to stand in a paddling pool. There was a table next to the paddling pool full of jugs, bowls, saucepans etc.
I told Paul to start with the beans and he poured two cans of the baked beans down inside the front of the swimsuit and followed it with the mushy peas. The cold wet food slid down the inside of the costume. And started to bulge. Next it was beans inside the back of the swimsuit and more mushy peas. I pointed at the squeezy bottle of Maple syrup and Paul squeezed it over his breast pulling the swimsuit out so the sticky mess slid down the inside. He rubbed the swimsuit massaging the food inside into his body. He poured a jug of eggs over his head and it slid over him and we filmed the eggs matting his hair. He poured a jug of eggs inside the swimsuit. It slid down the swimsuit and oozed out at the top of his legs. The mess slid down his legs sticking to his hairs and pooled around his feet and squidged between his toes. He stuffed the front of the swimsuit with a whole saucepan of noodles and rubbed the swimsuit at the crotch exciting himself. More mess escaped from the suit and fell to the floor. He continued to fill it with treacle, porridge. Jam etc The suit bulged and soaked through, he stood there like a very messy Violet Beauregard from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. He could hardly move in the stretched, packed swimsuit. He peeled it off with a struggle, the mess splatted as it hit the ground. He stood there with food clinging to his body wondering if he is finished. Not yet and he writhed in the mess in the pool as we dropped more on top of him. We filmed him on all fours using the mess as lubrication as he finger fucked his own ass and followed this by using a cucumber. The final scene was shot on his back, legs apart, as he used the cucumber inside himself whilst he masturbated until he came.
Tired now Paul stood passive as we wrapped his filthy body in cling-film. He was covered completely like a clingfilm mummy from neck to toes Filming finished, Paul asked when he would go free but, I didn't answer.
"You can't hold me as my wife will report me missing to the police." Paul bellowed.
"Why would she do that? For once she knows exactly where you are?"
Paul secretly smiled his wife had done as promised and arranged his secret fantasy to be dominated. He could hardly wait to see what else they had in store.