Female led relationships discussion

Like many men in the US, I wanted to catch the Super Bowl. The trouble is my wife, Goddess P., isn’t a football fan at all. So while I don’t watch matches throughout the year, I follow them online. Yesterday, I prepared her favorite breakfast and made sure she had plenty of coffee. Then, with great care, I asked if I could watch the game. After about 30 seconds, she smiled and said yes. It was around 10 AM, and everything seemed perfect—until roughly 2 PM. That’s when I learned I’d have to earn my right to view the broadcast. Assuming nothing major was coming, I agreed without hesitation. Then came the ankle and wrist cuff cuffs. At first, I thought she just wanted me to clean some rooms around the house. Not quite lucky enough for that plan. She had me lie down on our massage/punishment table where they secured me tightly. That’s when she announced it was Super Butt Sunday. Three different floggers, her favorite paddle, and her crop all came out for their turn. I didn’t bother counting the initial strokes with the multi-tailed one; that part lasted a while. Once the paddle started up, I began tallying silently but gave up around 170 hits. There were probably at least 250 in total though. When she switched to the crop, I stopped trying to count altogether. I just clamped down on my ball gag and listened to her giggles with every strike. Afterward, when they let me move again, she told me to enjoy the game while standing up and laughed at me. Darn thing still hurts sitting now. Has anyone else had a similar experience?