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She's in Charge Ch. 02

By: JoshuaX



The man on the computer screen was tightly encased in semi translucent pink plastic. Other than a bit of wiggle, he was completely immobilized. His face was obscured by a thick leather blindfold, nearly a mask, so it was impossible to determine whether his expression was filled with desperation, horror, or pure pleasure. Or maybe a pleasant mix of all three.

The woman was a very busty redhead, naked of everything except a shiny film from a generous coating of baby oil. I had to feel a bit sorry for the man behind the mask; he was missing quite the show. His cock had the faintest purplish hue; his balls were restrained tightly in a tiny leather belt of some sort. His member was as shiny as she was, and throbbing visibly on screen from her attentions. The woman sat astride his waist, the camera offering a pleasant view as she rubbed his very erect cock between her well lubed ass cheeks. She had been teasing the poor fellow for the duration of the video, about thirty minutes. 

Next to me on the leather couch, my wife Natalie commented, "That looks nice. Maybe we should try that?"

I mumbled in response, not really an answer, my eyes glued to the screen. I grunted as she suddenly squeezed my cock tightly, her grip growing tighter. "It does look like fun," I answered quickly, and her grip loosened. I sighed in relief as she resumed a slow, regular stroking.

I glanced at her and smiled. She smiled back, and even after ten years together, that smile made me feel like melting. While I was completely naked next to her, she was fully dressed; a pair of skinny jeans; a faded t-shirt; the thick pink socks she liked to wear around the house. Her platinum hair has pulled back in a loose pony tail, a few stray bangs hanging free in front of her blue eyes. When she smiled at me, her full red lips turned upwards, slightly higher on one side, like a wry grin; her eyes sparkled, full of love and mischief, humor and sensuality. Her pale skin was like fine china, delicate and nearly like fresh snow in color. 

My cock was coated in oil, not unlike the man on the screen. Natalie's hand moved ever so slowly up and down my shaft, and my hips rose and fell with her strokes. Slowly. Calmly. A measured pace. It felt like a deep massage, sensuous, but I knew desperation would not be far off. The visual stimulation on screen would only make it worse.

It was a Wednesday night. Only four days since I had let her tie me down and tease me until I thought I would cry, and here we were again. Not long after dinner, she had told me she wanted to show me something on the computer. She loaded up the video with a mischievous grin, and told me to strip. 

On screen, the busty actress had moved down a bit; a close up showed the head of the man's penis rubbing against her well lubricated pussy. She was teasing him right at the entrance to her tunnel, letting just a millimeter in before pulling away. Natalie had done something similar to me on the weekend, so I knew exactly what he was feeling.

"Did you enjoy Saturday?" Natalie asked me.

"Of course!" I answered with enthusiasm. I really had. It had been amazing, like nothing I had ever felt. I told her as much, turning to face her as I spoke. She smiled back at me.

"Good, good," she sighed. "I really had fun. I liked teasing you like that. And having you so helpless... Wow, that was hot." She giggled suddenly. "I think I nearly came again when you were begging me."

I frowned, feigning hurt. "I'm glad my suffering turned you on so much."

She stopped stroking, and gave my cock a light slap. "Oh, don't be a baby. You loved it," She said, and resumed stroking. On screen, the blonde was furiously riding her captive; she was shouting insults at him, and ordering him not to cum. Occasionally, she would reach back to slap his balls. Her breasts were bouncing up and down hypnotically, splashing oil towards the camera. With one hand she was rapidly stroking her sex as she rode him. 

"You loved not being able to cum till I said so, didn't you?" Natalie's eyes pinned me in place, and I could clearly see the mischief dancing there.

She was right again. It had been torture, I had wanted to cum more than I had ever wanted before; so badly, in fact, that my begging had been very real. I'm pretty sure I would have agreed to sign away my soul for a chance to cum. And yet, something about that experience had been amazing. And not just the fact that it was one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever felt. No, it was more than that. I just wasn't sure what.

I nodded hesitantly. I felt somehow embarrassed to admit I was turned on by the loss of control.

Her smile widened; the mischief in her eyes flared. "Let's play a game. I want you to promise not to cum without my permission till next weekend. A bit more than a week and a half." She grinned, and then her expression turned serious. She wagged a finger -coated in oil and my precum - in front of me; "That means no masturbating, mister!"

I nodded again. What was I doing? No masturbating? And she was in control? She could make me wait the whole week and a half to cum if she wanted to! What the hell was I agreeing to? In my lap, she was stroking again, faster. I felt that familiar boiling below, felt my balls start to tighten. She had me in her grip; literally. "Sounds like fun," I admitted. What the hell? I didn't want this! Did I?

"I like this part," she announced, and I turned my attention to the screen with a groan. She had slowed her pace again, and I felt my cock throbbing. I knew I wasn't far off.

On the computer, Busty had climbed off, sated. She was now perched next to the prisoner, and was rubbing his cock rapidly. As I watched, he arched up in his cocoon, and he came in powerful spurts. His seed splattered everywhere, and his cries were filled with pleasure. "Keep watching," Natalie whispered, and gave me a squeeze. Busty continued to stroke, milking every last drop; her second hand dropped on the head of his cock and started to rub. The man squirmed as pleasure turned to pain, his sensitive cock desperate for relief. He screamed, begging her to stop, as she continued to rub. I whimpered a bit at the man's plight, knowing what Natalie had in store. 

"Promise me that I control when you cum," Natalie announced. Her hand was now motionless on my cock, and I thrust my hips trying to make it move just a bit. I nodded frantically, willing to promise anything. "Say it!" she demanded.

"I promise to not cum without permission till next weekend!" I cried. 

"Good," she laughed. She let go of my cock and stood. "Get dressed and take out the trash"

"What? But..." I glanced pitifully at my cock.

"Oh, you don't have permission to cum tonight." She stuck her tongue out at me, and left the room.

***

After climbing into bed Wednesday night, Natalie had me give her oral sex. She had a good, strong orgasm. And true to her word, I did not get to cum. She didn't even touch me. I went to bed feeling horny and desperate, and sleep was a struggle. A hard on that would not go away made it tough to get comfortable; I guess I was enjoying myself.

Thursday morning before work she made me shower with her; I soaped her up, and my hands lingered on her breasts. She slapped them away, and warned me to keep it to bathing. She giggled and gave my hard on a squeeze before stepping out. Before I knew what she was doing, she had reached in and turned off the hot water; "Maybe that will cool you down," she laughed.

Work was rough Thursday. I found my mind wandering constantly, and I could barely keep my focus. Natalie, who only worked half-days, got home a little after lunch; she spent a good fifteen minutes sexting me pictures of her masturbating at home. Every time a new picture arrived, a little dirtier than the last, I felt myself growing harder. I couldn't help but rub myself a bit under the desk, careful to make sure no one would notice. She ended the conversation with a last text that said "See you when you get home!" I stared at that phone for at least another twenty minutes hoping for another text.

When I arrived home, other than the occasional teasing smile, she acted like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. She said nothing about the texts, or my promise. I spent the whole night looking at her expectantly; she responded by arching an eyebrow and looking as if she had no idea what I was after. She had me give her another orgasm right before bed, and I went to sleep feeling horny and unsatisfied. Again.

Friday morning, she announced we would be having a date night. I asked what that meant, and she refused to explain. She gave me a two minute blowjob, just enough to get me groaning, and left me with a gentle pat on my balls. "Meanie," I grumbled, and she laughed in response.

Friday turned out to be even worse than Thursday. I couldn't stop thinking about date night, and what she had planned for me. I couldn't wait to cum at last. The morning dragged, and I doubt I accomplished anything more than several hours spent staring off into space. 

My phone buzzed after lunch, notifying me of a text. I was in the middle of a discussion with a colleague, but glanced at the screen just long enough to read "I'll bet you really want to cum by now." I probably blushed like a school girl as I made some lame excuse and ducked out, heading back to my desk. My phone buzzed again in my pocket as I went.

I slid into my chair at my cubicle, sinking low as if that would somehow make people fail to notice me, and pulled my phone out again. I cleared the first text, clearly from Natalie, and opened the second: "I think I'm gonna cum. Too bad you're not allowed."

"Oh man..." I muttered, knowing what was coming. Sure enough, my phone buzzed again almost immediately. A close up shots of her breasts, cradled in a lacy black brassiere. I felt myself growing hard already. A dozen or pictures followed, slowly revealing that she had donned lingerie just for the occasion; fishnets, the lacy bra from the first pic, matching panties and black garters. Then came a shot of her dildo on the bed; a shot of her panties, now on the floor; a close up of her hand over her pussy, but revealing nothing. Another handful of teasing shots followed, making it clear what she was doing with the dildo, but not really revealing anything really spicy. And then another of the dildo, back on the bed -glistening with juices. I nearly moaned out load at the thought.

Then she sent one last text to torture me for the afternoon; "Take off your underwear before you leave work; meet me in the driveway."

I could hardly believe the change in our sex lives; two weeks earlier, I had been the initiator, and I couldn't imagine Natalie taking the lead like this. Now, she was controlling my cock as if it were locked away. I hadn't cum in days, and wasn't allowed to till she let me. And tonight, she was planning a date night that would be a total surprise; I don't recall her ever planning a date night, let alone one with me completely in the dark! God, my imagination was running wild, as I tried to figure out what she had in store! It was going to be a long afternoon.

***

Five o'clock could not have come sooner. As soon as the offices around me began to clear out, I ducked into a small single bathroom, and followed Natalie's instructions. I stripped off my underwear, and put my thin trousers back on; glancing in the mirror, I blushed. The thin material didn't do much for my modesty. I slipped out, and practically ran to the car, hoping none of my coworkers would notice.

I drove home -actually, I assume I drove home because I pulled the car into our driveway; but I remember nothing of the drive, that's how distracted I was. Natalie must have been waiting; she came out the front door as soon as I pulled in.

She looked ravishing. She was wearing a silky black dress, held up by two stringy straps that left her shoulders mostly bare; a little low, it showed off a generous amount of milky skin on her upper chest, and just a teasing hint of cleavage. The hem ended mid-thigh, displaying a never-ending length of gorgeous legs, appearing even longer because of a pair of black stilettos. Her blond hair was down, with a bit of curl around her shoulders and neck. She had on just a brushing of makeup; dark red lipstick, and eyes painted in subtle shades of green. She was carrying a small black purse, glammed up with something sparkly; she didn't usually carry a purse, so my mind started working overtime again at what she could be planning.

She climbed into the car next to me and smiled mischievously. "Drive," she ordered. The giggle that followed somehow did nothing to diminish the authority that had been in her tone.

"Where?" I asked, turning to face her.

She scowled, reached over, and grabbed my cock through my pants; before I knew what she was up to, she was squeezing quite firmly, causing me to wince. "Drive. Got it," I mumbled, putting the car into reverse. Only when the car eased into motion did she relax her grip, though the hand stayed put, resting on the crotch of my pants. 

I headed towards the nearest busy street, having no idea where we were going. When I pulled up to the traffic light at the main intersection, she announced, "Take us to Mario's." At the name of the restaurant, she gave my cock a bit of a gentle squeeze; under the warmth of her hand I was hard and throbbing. 

Mario's was a nice Italian restaurant in town; not super pricey, but great food and an excellent atmosphere. It was one of my favorites in town, and often my restaurant of choice on special occasions like birthdays. I smiled; it would be a pleasant start to the night.

Natalie's hand started to move as I drove, gently at first, and then more firmly. I had to struggle to keep my eyes open and on the road. 

She smiled, and asking in a husky voice, "You would do anything I asked to let you cum later tonight, wouldn't you?"

I nodded; my knuckles white on the steering wheel. She let go of me, and rested her hands on the armrests, turning to face the window. "Then tonight, I am going to order dinner for you like a slave," She said absently, watching the street slide past as I drove. She was trying to sound disinterested, but I could hear the amusement in her voice; I could imagine the smile that must be on her face as she looked away. "And I think you need to watch what you eat, mister. Salad and water for you, I think."

I was crushed. I was a meat and potatoes kind of guy; I couldn't even tell you the last time I ate a salad. Natalie looked back at me, took in my crestfallen face, and burst out with an amused laugh. "You protest?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No," I whispered, feeling embarrassed. Not only would she be ordering for me, but she was making me eat a salad instead of my favorite food at my favorite restaurant. And... I think I liked it. "That will be fine," I murmured, and she laughed in amusement. 

We found a parking spot, and went in. At the front desk, Natalie announced the reservation that she must have made, and we were quickly seated. She made a point of taking both menu's, and seemed to take her time choosing, sending the waitress away a couple times.

"Are you ready to order, or would you like a bit more time?" the waitress asked with a smile. It was the third time she had asked.

Natalie set down the menu, and answered. "I'm ready thank you. I'll have a salad, ranch dressing, to start. Then I'll try the Chicken Penne. To drink, I'd love a Caesar." The waitress nodded, and turned to me. I blushed, and just stared back tongue-tied, not sure what to say. Natalie saved me by continuing with the order. "He'll have the new York strip, medium rare, and a baked potato, with the works please. And a rum and coke." She paused, looking thoughtful. "Better make it a double."

The waitress nodded, and left. I just turned my dumbfounded face to my wife, my jaw hanging slightly slack.

She giggled, and I felt her foot -- the shoe removed -- brush against my crotch. "Silly. Did you really think I was that mean? Awww, sweetie, I wouldn't do that; I love you."

I shook my head; it was something between a nod and a shake; I had no idea what the correct answer was. She laughed at me again, and asked how my day was. 

I answered, keeping it brief. My job was not exactly exciting, and I had spent most of the day dreaming about tonight anyway; I told her that as well, and she look pleased. The entire time I talked, her foot was rubbing against my cock. I was throbbing, and could feel a tiny wet spot in my pants. 

Dinner arrived, and as we started in, Natalie stared to talk, her voice quiet enough that no one could overhear. "I've been looking around a bit on the internet, about this slave business. It's pretty popular." I nodded, having seen my share of the bondage porn that was readily available. "Not just videos, like the one we watched. Stories, blogs, even instructions. Some of that stuff is waaaaay out there. Nothing I'd want to get into. But a lot of it... Well.... What do you think I was looking at when I sent you those texts the last two days?"

"Well," I answered hesitantly. I was a bit torn; I kind of wanted to hear what she had been looking at, as the thought of her looking at anything sexual on the net had always turned me on. On the other hand... Not knowing... Well, everyone loves a good surprise. "What did you find?" I had a hunch she wouldn't tell me anyways.

She grinned. "Well, not letting you order was one thing. But I couldn't do it, and ordered your favorite anyways. But don't worry; I have some ideas."

We finished up without saying much else, though she tossed the occasional amused glance my way. The plates were cleared away, and we both decided to have a second drink; she made mine a double again. The check was paid, and we sat back and enjoyed the atmosphere, and our drinks.

"Are trying to get me drunk?" I asked with a grin. "Don't forget I have to drive home."

She smiled back. "I'll be driving home. And yes, I am." Natalie giggled.

We sipped our drinks, and chatted about nothing in particular. She leaned forward. "Open your fly," she whispered, "and pull it out."

I choked on my drink. "Wh-What?" I stammered. "Here? Someone will see!"

She frowned at me, and her eyes flashed. "Do you want a chance to cum tonight? Then don't argue!" Her voice softened a bit, "Don't worry baby, no one can see. And the waitress isn't coming back."

I glanced around, nearly panicked. She was probably right; the lights were fairly dim, and the nearest occupied table a good dozen meters away; the waitress had collected her check and her tip, and so was unlikely to return. Still.... Could she be serious? The sudden hissed "Now!" from my wife confirmed it. Blushing furiously, my hands dropped below the table, and unzipped the fly of my trousers. My cock, already erect, needed little help to emerge from the new opening. It was pointing straight up under the table, and throbbing.

"Hands on the table" my wife whispered, and then took a drink. I complied; only a moment later I felt her bare foot on my cock, her toes curling around my shaft. She moved it slowly, stroking my up and down, pulling my erection down towards the floor. I struggled to keep quiet, my face a mask of shock and arousal, disbelief and concentration. I felt her other foot touch me, my cock now between her feet, and I gasped; I quickly looked around in embarrassment, but it seemed no one had heard. Across the table, Natalie giggled at my plight.

She moved faster, stroking up and down, from base to sensitive head. My breathing grew heavier, and Natalie locked eyes with me, her lips upturned in a grin. Faster. I could feel my balls bouncing softly, slapping against the leather upholstered chair. And just as suddenly, she stopped. Her feet were gone, and my erection was waving in the air like a flagpole. I cool feel my own wetness running down my cock, pooling in my pubic hair. Dripping onto my pants. My god, she had almost made me cum at a restaurant!


She's in Charge Ch. 02



She stood, smiled at me, and whispered, "Time to go. If you have any chance of cuming tonight, you better keep up." Without waiting, she walked away. Panicking, I stuffed myself back into my pants and zippered up. I looked around frantically; Natalie was halfway towards the door. My erection running down my pant leg was unmistakable in my thin trousers. She was almost at the door!

In a rush, I stood, stuffing my hands in my pockets, hoping to hide it. Feeling a blush from my cheeks to my toes, I hurried away, head down. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I didn't look up once, but was sure I could feel others eyes on me. I just knew they were all staring at my straining trousers; at the spattered bit of pre-cum that I had felt when I closed the fly.

I should have grown soft at the thought; the embarrassment should have killed my erection. The thought of all those people noticing my throbbing hard on should have mortified me; but it didn't. I think... It excited me. I was no softer than when she had been rubbing me. 

I made it outside, and rushed to the car. I slipped into the passenger seat, and turned to Natalie to protest; my words died on my tongue as I saw the pair of handcuffs she was dangling in front of my eyes. "Put these on," she ordered.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I took them and snapped the first cuff onto my wrist. I started the second, and she stopped me with a scowl; "Behind your back, mister." I did as told, and as I sat there, my hands locked and tucked behind me in the car seat, Natalie broke out laughing. "That was amazing. You would not believe the look on your face, honey!" She reached down, and rubbed me through my trousers. "And you love it, you dirty boy." She giggled, her hand still rubbing. "You almost cam in there didn't you?" I nodded. "Well, you would have regretted it, let me tell you. I would have left you there with that mess to clean up."

She opened my fly again, and pulled me free. I whimpered a bit as she started to stroke in earnest. God, I was so horny. I didn't think I could take any more. And then Natalie winked at me. "You tell me when you're close, you understand? If you cum.... You will really, really regret it."

And she bent over me, and took me in her mouth. "Oh my god..." I moaned. "I...I won't come," I managed. She was sucking on my head, her tongue dancing over my most sensitive spots. Her hand was pumping, her grip now lubricated with her own spit. I moaned, looking out the window, hoping no one would see, but not really caring. "Honey," I gasped suddenly, "Honey! I can't... Honey! Stop!" I couldn't believe I was telling her. Another second.... Another stroke... and the relief I wanted so bad would have been mine. Instead, she broke all contact with a smile, and left me quivering and gasping. I needed to cum so bad!

Natalie smiled at me. "Oh, sweetie," she purred. "Date night is just starting. I sure hope you can hold on. You have a long time to go." She reached over me, and buckled my seatbelt over me, my arms still trapped behind me; my hard cock still obscenely on display, glistening with her spit and my pre cum. "You can hold on?"

"Yeah," I muttered. As long as she didn't touch me I could. As long as she kept the windows up, otherwise a light breeze might be enough to set me off. "I'll be fine."

"Good. Because if you cum before I do, before I tell you to, wow. It will be bad for you. But since you seem so confident..." She trailed off, and reached for her little purse again. After the handcuffs, I would not have thought she could hide much more in there. She pulled out something pink and small. "Cock ring," she explained. She stretched out the rubbery material, and fit it over my straining erection, just below the head. I winced slightly at the pressure when she let go, like a rubber band on my penis. "Actually, a vibrating cock ring." She pressed a small button, and the ring started to hum. I could feel the vibrations pulsating through my head down to my balls. I moaned. "You'll wear it all the way honey. And what are you going to do for me?"

"Not... Cum...." I managed, concentrating on just that. Natalie laughed as she started the car. I had a feeling tonight was going to make last weekend look like a stroll in the park.



She's in Charge Ch. 03



Sweat draped my forehead like a curtain by the time we pulled into our driveway. The vibrating cock ring Natalie had placed just below the head of my throbbing cock was doing its job; I wasn't sure how much longer I could stop myself from cuming. I was holding back so far through sheer force of will, but it couldn't be much longer. I sighed in relief when Natalie leaned over and clicked the vibrator off. I glanced down as she removed the ring; my pre cum was running freely, like a runny tap.

She smiled at me, and I smiled back. Her eyes, done up with the faintest shades of green makeup, twinkled at me as she pulled the key to my handcuffs from her little purse. "I didn't think you'd make it all the way home," she admitted. "I was looking forward to punishing you. Not to mention watching your cum spurt out without anyone touching it. That would have been hot. Oh, well, plenty of time." She grinned, and reached for my seatbelt buckle. Her blond tresses brushed against my cock, tickling, as she struggled to free me. It felt good.

"You are unbelievably cruel," I told her. I pointed at myself with a jut of my chin. "I can't believe you did that to me. And you wanted to punish me? Harsh!" I laughed. "What were you going to do, whip me or something?" I chuckled at the thought. 

My seatbelt clicked free, and she pulled back a moment, her eyes locked on mine with determination. "Not something," she announced. "Exactly that. Though I did buy a paddle to go with the whip, and I'd like to get some use out of it as well."

I chuckled, but noticed something in her eyes. My god. I think she was serious!

She pushed me forward, and gently started working on my handcuffs. "I should make you run for the house without putting that thing away, for being lippy, mister," she muttered; I kept silent, not sure if she would seriously go through with it. When she finished, I sat back and looked at my cock, and then her. She laughed; "Yes, you can tuck it back in your pants. And hurry up."

She left the car, and started for the house. For the second time that night I struggled to stuff my erection back into my fly, and then darted after her. I met her at the door, noticed one arched eyebrow, and then immediately unlocked and opened the door for her; somehow, I knew that's what she was waiting for. She stepped past me with a smile, but stopped just inside the door. She beckoned me in with a wave of her hand and a beaming smile, so I stepped around her and into the front hallway. She closed the door behind me, locked it, and leaned up against the shut door, facing me.

"Strip," she ordered. Back in the privacy of our home, it was a command I had no issue with at all. I rushed to obey. No sooner than I had finished, she barked another order; "Kneel." I dropped to my knees, my ass resting on my heels, and looked up at her expectantly. 

She frowned, but stayed silent; she passed me the handcuffs. Knowing what she meant this time, I quickly snapped them on, locking my wrists behind my back. I glanced up and smiled again, but she only continued to frown. Finally, she snapped, "Is that how your mother taught you to kneel at church? You look like a bum!"

Quickly, I straightened up. Her frown faded, and her beautiful smile returned. "I'm really having fun." She said. "I'm not being too mean, am I?" she answered, out of character.

"No," I answered, meaning it. I was having fun. And I was incredibly turned on by this aggressive side of her. I'm sure it helped that I trusted her completely, and knew it was really just a game, and it would be over eventually. Even if I wasn't sure I wanted it to end. "I don't think I've ever been this horny," I admitted. "Though some of that public stuff at Mario's was pushing it a bit. But yeah," I grinned defiantly, and shook my hips a bit, waggling my hard on at her. "Bring on date night."

Her eyes narrowed. "That was rather disrespectful. You're going to regret that little gesture later, slave. But right now? Seeing you like this has me all horny, baby. You have work to do." She hiked up her dress, and I nearly lost it at the sight; she was leaning back against the door, her shoulder blades resting against the wood. Her hips and pelvis were thrust forward, her legs slightly apart; the heels she must have kicked off as soon as she walked in the door. The slinky black dress was now pulled up around her waist; it seemed I wasn't the only one that hadn't worn underwear to dinner. Her pussy was freshly shaved, and I could see the drops of moisture on her lips. She was biting her lower lip just a bit, and there was a bit of a flush to her pale cheeks. She looked hungry.

I did not need an invitation. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too. I could almost smell her from a few feet back. I shuffled forward on my knees, and pressed my face into her bare crotch. I stuck my tongue out, and worked it up and down her slit; above me, I could hear her moan softly. My fists clenched behind me, muscles tensing against the cuffs as I wished I was free; how I wanted to reach around and grab her ass, giving the cheeks a firm squeeze. Her sweet taste flooded my senses, and I closed my eyes as I enjoyed her. 

Above me, she let out a long, deep moan. She stuck her pelvis out further, trying to push me in deeper. I knew what she wanted; but I figured it was time I turned the tables, if only a bit. I withdrew my tongue, and pulled back a little. Pursing my lips, I kissed her thigh, just about a hands width away from her now very wet vagina. I kissed again, just a millimeter closer, and again. I led a trail of kisses up her thigh, to the crack of her leg; she made a sound like a purr, and sagged a bit against the door. I trailed my lips along the line that separated her thigh from her pussy, careful that my mouth stayed clear of her lips. Gently, just barely making contact, I brushed my lips against hers; then pulled back when she sighed. I switched my attentions to her other thigh, repeating the pattern. She was panting now, desperate for my touch on her pussy. Her juices were flowing, actually running a bit down the inside of her leg; I reached out with my tongue and snagged a drop, loving the flavor.

I kissed ever closer to her sweet spot, my tongue and lips making gentle trails on her skin, paths along the slopes of her thighs that all led to one revered destination, all the while avoiding her pussy, teasing her like she so enjoyed to tease me. I felt her legs quivering; "Stop teasing me," she moaned from above. I smiled, and planted a quick, soft kiss on her clit, pulling back again; at the contact she let out a sudden quick cry --when I pulled away, she made a sound like a growl and a curse at once.

Suddenly, with another curse and a muttered threat of retribution, she pulled away from my mouth. She pushed me back, and with a hand behind my neck, lowered me to the ground, careful not to hurt my arms, pinned behind me. With her dress still pulled up around her waist, she stood over me, her feet to either side of my head. "You don't get to tease me, mister," she said with a smile, looking down on me, towards my feet. She left me no opportunity to retort; she dropped to her knees, and her dripping pussy made a slapping sound as it collided with my face. Her thighs clamped against the sides of my head, cutting off a lot of sound. Her lips parted, and my nosed prodded between her folds. I stuck my tongue out again, moving it up and down her slit, tilting my head to get better reach. I could hear the muffled sounds of her moans, and I pushed my tongue deeper into her tunnel. 

I felt her lean forward, her hands resting on my chest; her clit was now easily within reach. My tongue darted out like a snake, flicking across the sensitive little bud, and I felt her shudder above me. "Yes," she cried. "Oh god YES! Rub my clit!" Slave or not, I had little choice but to obey. My own hips were thrusting up in time to my flickering tongue, my lonely cock hard and throbbing as it waved around in the air, bouncing to my desperate motions --but I didn't spare it a single thought, focusing instead on that burning nest of sweetness, perched precariously on my face. Above me, Natalie cried out; it started as little more than a whimper, one long never ending note that steadily grew in volume and intensity. Her hips started to rock, her pussy rubbing against my lips and tongue; they rocked harder, faster, my tongue now still as her grinding did all the work; her cry had turned into screams. 

When she came, her legs clamped even harder; her pussy mashed down into my face, hard, as if she was trying to cover my face entirely with her opening; I couldn't breathe, I could barely hear -but I could feel the spasms running through her thighs like lightening. Could feel her hard little clit against my tongue; I pursed my lips, and gently sucked on the nubbin. Her screams stopped, abruptly, as the orgasm now silently crashed through her. Her juices flooded my face, more than I had ever imagined my wife could produce. I kept sucking gently on her clit, and I could feel her body nearly convulsing.

Finally, she tilted her hips, and the seal between us parted with a wet sound. I felt her hair on my tummy as she leaned forward, her arms across me as she struggled for breath, resting atop of me. I let my own head fall back to the floor, enjoying the view of her flushed pussy and tight little asshole, and took a deep, welcome breath.

We lay like that for long moments; just resting, just enjoying each other. And then I felt her breath on my cock. "Oh my god, that was good," Natalie whispered back at me; she began tracing the underside of my shaft with a fingernail, gently. "I didn't even know I could cum that many times. You are a very good slave, honey."

Still enjoying the view spread before me, I shuddered at her gentle touch. I had to hope that her pleasure might mean some relief for me. "You came more than once? Wow, you were hot. I aim to please, mistress."

I felt as well as heard a soft giggle; "Mistress. I like that, slave boy. For the rest of date night, you will call me Mistress, slave. Got it?" She emphasized the point with a firm squeeze of my cock. 

"Yes, mistress," I laughed. 

She giggled at my answer. Pleased, she suddenly popped the head of my cock into her mouth. The warm wetness of her mouth, as her tongue swirled around me, was heavenly; I moaned into her ass, and she squirmed a little at my breath on her sensitive bits. Even faster than she had started, she again pulled free. She stood up above me, and made a show of lowering her dress, and then fixing her hair. I could only just stare up at her, desperate. My nostrils where filled with her scent; my cock throbbed with a heartbeat of its own. 

"Poor baby," she lamented, her voice dripping sex. "All tied up, and getting no attention, after doing such a good job eating my pussy. I guess you want to get to the bedroom, slave?" I nodded rapidly, and she laughed at the desperate look on my face. She steadied me, and helped me climb to my feet. She took my cock in her hand, and used it like a handle as she started deeper into the house, pulling me along behind her. We passed the stairs, and she looked back at me with a smile; "You wish. I said this is date night. Whoever heard of a dinner without the movie?" 

In the living room, she undid my hands, and then sat down on the couch, her feet tucked under her. I started to sit next to her, and she arched an eyebrow, freezing me in place. "Wine, slave. And maybe a drink for yourself."

I mumbled a comment, and she looked at me sharply.

"I guess my new toys are going to get some use after all. I think I had better start keeping track. Let's she..." she held up her hand, and started ticking points off on her fingers. "One just now, for your mumbling -even after I let you get yourself a drink. One for waving your junk at me at the door. That was just rude. Teasing me when I wanted you to fuck me with your tongue, that's worth two. Let's see...you were a bit of a smartass in the car, that's five. Hell, your whole attitude is a bit inappropriate for a slave; let's just call it ten. Ten offenses." She looked at me, grinned at the shocked look on my face, and then made a waving gesture with her hand, dismissing me.

I moved away, and glanced down at my nakedness. Our living room was located near the front of the house, most of the big windows covered by drapes. The kitchen, though, was at the back of the house; I could see two problems. First, I had to pass in front of the big bay window in our dining room to get to the kitchen, and that window was mostly uncovered; second, the kitchen itself included wall to ceiling windows and a glass sliding door, all leading out to our deck. I would be on display for anyone that looked.

"The neighbor's..." I started to protest.

Natalie answered with a disinterested tone; "then run fast. Really fast; I'm thirsty."

I made a dash for it; at least our lights were off, and I couldn't see any activity from the neighbor's house. My hands I kept cupped protectively over my privates; the sound of Natalie laughing followed me into the kitchen. I poured a glass of wine and a big rum and coke for myself, trying to keep myself hidden behind the counter, just in case someone was passing through the woods behind our house. When I was ready, I realized with my hands full I would be unable to hide, or run; I blushed, and moved as quickly as I could back to the living room. 

I handed Natalie her wine, and set my drink down on the table. "Put the movie on, please, hon," she asked. She nodded towards the coffee table, where I could see the blue packaging of a rented Blu Ray. She must have rented it that afternoon. I picked it up, and looking at the cover, groaned in dismay; it was a chick flick. 

"Problem?" Natalie asked.

"Um, no. No, this is fine. I'll put in on now."

"Hmm. Mistress?" she added. "I believe that is now eleven infractions."

"Sorry, Mistress." I turned, and put on the movie.

The movie was as horrible as I had expected, from the little I actually paid attention to. Something about a girl falling for a guy; the guy had a secret; when she found out, she broke up with him; then they reunited; there had been some kind of misunderstanding, he wasn't such a douche after all; all was forgiven; everyone lived happily ever after. Or maybe that was every other chick flick I had ever been forced to see. But the movie really didn't matter; Natalie made sure I didn't really watch much of it.

As soon as I sat next to her, she put her bare feet in my lap, and smiled at me over the rim of her wine glass. I started rubbing, withholding the sigh I felt. I rubbed her feet for at least twenty minutes, before she had me rub her calves for another twenty --after getting her another wine. 

Eventually, she withdrew her feet, and patted the couch next to her. I scooted closer, smiling. She continued to watch her movie, but reached over and idly began playing with my cock; it had softened, likely because of the horrible movie, but quickly hardened at her touch. I closed my eyes, and laced my hands behind my head, just enjoying her touch.

She started by coating my cock and balls with baby oil, getting everything nice and slick. Then she was gently kneading it; her hand just softly squeezing and releasing, with a bit of caressing, as if she was playing with a stress ball. Her hand occasionally dropped lower, cupping my balls. She rolled them in her palm, lifting them a little against gravity, even bouncing them a softly in her hand. For at least ten minutes, she gently ran her finger up and down the shaft, the lightest touch, just her fingertip. I was moaning, leaking, and begging for more. 

Her hand tightened on the base of my shaft. "Mmmm..." I moaned, enjoying her grip. Slowly, so slowly, her hand moved upward, her grip tight enough that I could feel my skin tugged despite the lubrication. Upward it went, almost too slow. I was arching my hips upwards, trying to force her hand faster, to no avail. The circle made by her thumb and forefinger reached just below my head, and her motion slowed even more, stopping just short. I groaned, and my hips bucked slightly. Suddenly, her hand jumped into motion; on screen, someone was crying, and I couldn't care less. Her hand was a blur, focusing only on my head, her well lubricated grip like a tight little vagina, pumping rapidly on the head of my throbbing cock. I felt my hips turn, my back arch, as my whole body willed for more, trying to force myself up into that one small point of contact. 

She let go again, and my hips thrust as if I was on top of her, pounding away, but my cock tasted nothing but air. I cried out, a wailing, pathetic sound, and my eyes opened to stare at my cock; I would swear I could actually see it throbbing, pulsating.  

"My hand is tired," Natalie said next to me, focusing on the movie. She was wiping her hands off with a paper towel, a good sign she was done. She finished, and handed me the roll of paper towels; "Clean yourself up. That stuff will stain the couch."

I almost felt like crying. This kind of torture was inhumane. But I cleaned myself up without protest, and handed the roll back to Natalie. "God," she said, turning to look at me. "You would not believe how horny I am, and I just came a bunch like an hour ago. This is so hot, we should have done this years ago." She opened her legs, her skirt again pulling up around her waist, and let herself sink into the couch, shifting forward so her ass was on the edge and her feet were on the floor. "Eat me."

There it was; it didn't matter how horny I was. I could only cum once, and I would be out of commission for at least an hour or two. But she could cum infinitely; something she had never had much interest in. Now, though, she was insatiable. A sex machine. She was constantly aroused, which means I was too. I realized then; I would go as long as she wanted without cuming, if it turned her on this much. I loved it.

Eagerly, I dropped to my knees on the floor, between her thighs. I looked up at her, from between her smooth, milky thighs, and said "I love you, hon."

She smiled, and reached forward to push my face into her sopping wet pussy. As I started to lick, I heard her comment; "That's Mistress to you, slave. Twelve infractions. And I love you too."



She's in Charge Ch. 04



"Get on the bed, on your knees; show me your ass." Natalie ordered. By her sensuous tone, you would think she was seducing me, instead of about to dole out corporal punishment. I moved to obey, my cheeks bushing furiously as I climbed onto the bed. "Don't move --I'm going to freshen up." She strolled from the room, carrying one of those paper shopping bags from the mall, the kind that left its contents a complete mystery.

Downstairs, I had orally given her a couple of orgasms, while her chick flick ran down and eventually finished. They were not the first orgasms I had given her on our "date night", and somehow I doubted they were the last. I, of course, was hard as steel, but had not yet enjoyed the opportunity to cum; I had also recently realized that not only did I not mind, I kind of enjoyed the horniness I was feeling --and I definitely loved how hot it had made my wife.

My cock was a heavy weight between my legs, tugging downwards as I remained on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass facing the door to our bathroom. Other than a playful smack here and there, I had never been "spanked". I was a bit nervous, not sure how hard she would hit, not sure how much it would hurt, or if I could take it. I had no idea how serious she was about "punishing" me for my behavior earlier. At the same time... My cock was hard and throbbing; I had to admit a bit of sexual thrill, of anticipation, as I thought about what she would do. 

Long moments passed, and eventually I heard the bathroom door open again. The sound of high heels clicking on the floor drew near, and I craned my head to catch a glimpse. I felt a thrill shoot through my spine when I saw her, making my muscles tingle and my cock ache.

She stood tall in stiletto boots, the black leather reaching just below her knees; her pose was sexy and authoritative, one hand on her hip, legs apart, one slightly bent. Her free hand held a black and red leather flogger, the many strands hanging down towards the floor, the braided leather handle gripped almost casually in her hand. Above her boots, her legs were wrapped in black fishnets that disappeared beneath a tight black leather skirt. Her body was wrapped tight in a black leather corset; it went from just above her skirt to just below her nipples. Her breasts were soft globes pushed upwards and supported by the corset, showing more cleavage than I think I had ever seen on her. A slit of skin was revealed down the front of the clothing, underneath the heavy laces that crisscrossed her front. Her pale blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore crimson lipstick and dark eye shadow. I checked to make sure I wasn't drooling. 

"Eyes front, mister," she ordered. I snapped my head forward, staring at the headboard. I felt the tails of the flogger on my ass and shuddered; she was draping the stands over my cheeks, softly moving them up and down like a caress. She took my balls in her other hand, and I groaned as she hefted them, letting their weight rest on her palm. "You've been a naughty boy," she purred. Her hand was massaging my balls, while the flogger she lay across my back like I was a table, her other hand now free --I felt it gently grasp the shaft of my cock. "I believe it was twenty infractions?"

I started to protest, and her grip on my cock tightened.

"Are you calling me a liar, slave boy?" 

"Um, no. No, I think you were right. Twenty. Yup."

I felt her hand release my balls, and move to my ass. "Twenty-five, now, slave. You failed to call me Mistress, and frankly, your tone was a bit disrespectful. Again." Her hand on my cock was stroking slowly, pulling downwards towards the bed. 

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized. 

One hand continued to stroke my cock, while the other rubbed my ass softly. I could only stare ahead, at her mercy, not wanting to do anything to earn more punishments. I felt her fingers trailing over the flesh of my ass, her fingernails dragging but not pressing hard enough to scratch. I tensed as she drew towards the crack of my ass, and then dipped in slightly, her fingertip brushing lightly against my hole; at the contact, I rocked forward, pulling my dick from her hand, and knocking the flogger to the bed. My ass cheeks clenched together tightly to protect the one part of me Natalie had never touched before. 

Behind me, Natalie laughed. "That was something," she commented. "A little sensitive about your ass, dear? What about all those times you tried to convince me to try anal, saying it was no big deal?" She chuckled, and my cheeks burned red. She wasn't wrong, and I was horrified at what she was implying. "Well, I guess I know how to punish you in the future, huh, dear?" She leaned forward, and I felt her blow on my anus -- I shuddered, and clenched again; she laughed at my reaction.

Without warning, her hand crashed down on my ass with an audible smack. I yelped a little, more out of surprise than pain, and rocked forward a bit. Her hand was now rubbing my cheek were she had struck, softly. "Count them, slave,"

"One," I said quietly.

She hit me again, a bit harder, on the other cheek. My cock, hanging between my legs, bounced at the impact. "Two," I said.

She leaned over me, her hair trailing along my back, tickling me. With her lips at me ear, she whispered; "let me know if I hit too hard, ok? I don't really want hurt you."

I nodded. The fact that she was still so concerned made me feel a bit better, and I relaxed a bit, unclenching my muscles. I felt the strands of the flogger again, and closed my eyes, trying to stay calm, wondering what it would feel like. She struck, and I called out "Three" with a grunt. It was a different feeling than her hand; the strands of the flogger hitting in dozens of places, each a small light sting. I was certainly in no danger of her passing my limits. 

"I read online how to use it," Natalie commented. "Someone suggested I try it on my arm first, to get the hang of it. So don't worry -- I'm pretty good already." She struck again; this time, I yelped a bit -- one of the strands had flicked my exposed anus, and I clenched again to protect it. Natalie laughed and struck again.

When my count reached fifteen, she stopped and set the flogger down on the bed. One hand returned to caress my tingling ass cheeks, while the other firmly took my cock; she jerked it hard, pulling my cock down and slightly back, at an awkward angle; I grunted with each hard pull, wishing only that she would speed up.

With my cock pulled back, so it was actually pointed back and away from me, I suddenly felt her lips on the head. She sucked me into her warm mouth, her tongue flickering rapidly over my head. She was sucking with quite a bit of force, her tongue washing over me. The strain in my groan as she pulled me back and between my legs was unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. I felt my balls pulling tight, felt the familiar tingle. "Oh, god," I gasped. It had come so fast, I couldn't stop it -- I felt myself erupting. 

Natalie pulled away with a curse, breaking all contact. I grunted as my cock pulsed, my cum dripping from me down onto the bed. Without any contact, it was unquestionably unsatisfying; I wasn't even sure I had an orgasm. I felt confused, and unrelieved. 

"Oh my god," Natalie cried behind me. "You cam in my mouth! You know how much I hate that, AND you were not even allowed to cum! You are in sooo much trouble, mister!" 

I whimpered. "But... You let go!"

"Damn right I did. You did NOT have permission, and you promised me." She was quiet, as she fetched the roll of paper towels and started to wipe my seed from the bed spread. "This better not stain," she warned. "Well," she commented. "I hope you enjoyed that. Because that's the only orgasm you'll be getting tonight."

"What?" I protested. "But that doesn't even count! You let go! That's not fair! You can't do that!"

"Oh, Honey," she said softly, and she sat on the bed next to me. "Don't whine. You promised to do exactly what I wanted. You've just experienced your first ruined orgasm; you had best get used to it, as it won't be the last. I had planned on doing it later anyways."

"What?"

She laughed. "So, the internet says this ruined orgasm should suck quite a bit. Like you didn't even have a chance to cum. That sound about right?"

I nodded, not really believing what she was saying. 

"Well good. Now, I still owed you another ten spanks, and now you've gone and cummed without permission. So another five special ones when we are done." She popped off the bed, and I heard her rummaging for something behind me. "Let's continue!"

I groaned. Despite the amount of cum I had just oozed all over the bed, I somehow still felt almost as horny as I had before. And she wasn't going to let me cum for real? What had- "Ouch!" I yelped, my thoughts interrupted and scattered; something had just hit my ass, and it hurt quite a bit more than the flogger had. "Sixteen!" I added hastily.

Natalie held the object out so I could see it without disobediently turning my head; it was a wooden paddle, and I couldn't help but think it really would be better off serving up a game of ping pong. It was admittedly well crafted, smooth and darkly stained. I would just rather it was being used for something else. I had to stop myself from reaching back to rub where she had struck.

"This is going to hurt more," Natalie explained. "I'm not going to go easy on you like I did with the flogger." I groaned at that --my ass still tingled from her earlier administrations. "But we can stop right now if that's what you want; but we don't play any more either. Date night is over. Our week of play is over. You can go downstairs and finished yourself off, all by yourself." I stayed silent, sensing she had more to explain. "Now, let me be honest. If we DO keep playing, I intend to keep playing with you -- but you will not cum tonight. You will not cum tomorrow. Or the next day. Hon, I'm going to keep you waiting till next weekend, at the very last minute on Sunday. When the clock strikes midnight kind of thing, right about when your pretty little carriage turns back into a pumpkin. Sunday at bedtime."

I swallowed. I honestly didn't think I could take another week. I could tell her no; the option was there. The date would be over, and she'd likely head to bed; I could go downstairs and masturbate. No problem. Except... I didn't want to masturbate. If I was going to cum, I wanted her to be the one to make me. 

"Look at me," she whispered. I craned my neck, turning my head so I could see her. She smiled, her full lips parted just a bit, her cheeks flushed with arousal. As I watched, she lowered her hands to her waist. Slowly, so slowly, she took the zipper of her skirt and slit it downwards. The skirt sagged a bit, following her downward tug on the zipper; it hung suspended, snagged on the curve of her hips, for just a moment; then it slipped free, and slid to the ground, pooling around her heels. 

A lacy black garter encircled her waist, sitting just below her navel, their clips connected to the tops of her fish nets. Just below, a matched pair of panties sat snuggly on her hips, the gentle slope of her flesh there as inviting as the rise of her cleavage. As I watched with wide eyes, her hand covered her mound; it moved up and down sensuously, her eyes half closed and a purr escaping her pursed lips. I moaned in the back of my throat, hungry for her, and noticed my hard on had returned, as persistent as ever, hanging between my legs heavy and obscene.

Her finger pushed against her slit, the lacy garment pushing up into her, giving herself a bit of a wedgie. She moaned, and pulled the panties free again. She turned, her ass to me now, and bent over at the waist; the panties barely covered her ass, the lace framing and accentuating the milky white skin of her firm cheeks. Slowly, moving with silky smoothness, her hands went to her waist, taking hold of her panties. With a fluid motion, she pulled them down; as she bent, I could see a bit of her lips from behind, and I moaned hungrily. 

Natalie strolled over to me, my eyes following the motion like I was afraid I would lose sight of her, and dropped the panties on the bed next to me; the crotch was soaked, and I could smell her sweet aroma all over them. She bent close, her lips brushing my ear. "Look how wet I am," she whispered. "Seeing you like this, baby, on your knees... Waiting for your spanking. It's so hot. We can stop if you want, if you can't take it. But do you really want to?"

I didn't know. God, the thought of her that wet, set my mind afire. Her smell filling my nostrils made me dizzy. If we stopped... I shook my head slowly. I didn't want that. I loved how much she was loving this.

She reached down, and ran a finger along her slit, inches from my face; my eyes were glued to that small sliver of heaven, and I moaned as her finger pushed slowly into her sweetness. She thrust it in and out several times, slowly, and I wished it was my finger. 

Natalie pulled the finger free, and smiled at me. She held the finger towards me, and I obeyed the unspoken command. I sucked her finger into my mouth, and greedily sucked her juices, the flavor exploding in my mouth. 

"I love being in control," she admitted, as I cleaned her finger. "I love the rush. I love getting exactly what I want, and that you are willing to do it. God, I'm so horny," she moaned, and rubbed her mound briefly. She pulled her finger back, and grinned at me, her eyes sparkling. "Tell me you want it," she ordered. "Tell me you want me to spank you."

"Spank me please, mistress," I whispered, my cheeks burning red with embarrassment, my cock dripping between my legs.

"Louder," she demanded. "And what else do you want?"

"Spank me!" I cried. "Use me! I want to give you pleasure, to make you happy!"

She grinned, and moved away, behind me. The paddle crashed down on my cheek, and I yelped at the sudden intense pain. I glanced behind me; I could see Natalie fingering herself slowly. I closed my eyes, and moaned.

She spanked me again, and again. The last eight strikes came fast and somewhat hard; I knew I was at no risk of being hurt, but it was hard enough that it stung. When she finished, she rubbed my ass for a moment, and then she let go and stood back. "On your back, slave," she commanded.

I complied, settling into the center of the bed, my cock --glistening with precum --pointing up at the ceiling light. She returned to her bag of tricks, and retuned with a coil rope. Quickly, as if she had been practicing, she tied me spread eagle on the bed, and then stopped to look down at me with a smile. 

"Having fun?" she asked. I nodded with a grin.

Her fingers moved to the laces of her corset, and she made quick work of the ties. Soon, she pulled open the heavy leather, and the globes of her breasts fell free as she disrobed. She bent over again, and unzipped her boots, and then kicked them free. She stood over me wearing only her fishnets and garters, a look she knew I favored, and smiled at me. Without a word, she climbed onto the bed, and straddled my waist, facing away. My erection, standing at attention, was a mere inch or two from her dripping pussy, but it might as well have been a mile. 

She took my cock in one hand, her grip encircling the base, and she squeezed tightly. I moaned at the contact, loving it, hating that I wouldn't cum, but loving the feeling, the attention. "I owe you five special spanks," I heard Natalie whisper, and I suddenly held my breath, feeling a shock of cold; did she mean-?

Smack! While her hold on me had held my hard on still, her free hand had smacked me across the head of my cock. "Ouch!" I cried. Now she was stroking, and the pain was quickly forgotten. I moaned as the speed of her stroking increased, and gasped in sudden disappointment when she stopped again.

"Four more," she laughed. "And then your punishment is done. I'll bet you never cum without permission again," she chuckled. 

"No mistress, I-" I started, and then cut off with a yelp as she slapped my cock, this time hitting the shaft. I felt my precum splash free down onto my leg. "Oww! Two, mistress!" I called. Her hand was rubbing my balls, rolling them in her palm, massaging them. Her grip on my shaft had not lessened, and I could feel the blood pulsating in the head of my cock.

The third hit was a slap on the head, the sensitive part stinging, and I moaned. It hurt, but somehow, my desperate cock was taking any contact it could. My balls were tight against me, and I wondered if it was possible to cum from getting slapped in the cock.

The fourth took me in the shaft again, and I moaned again. Somewhere in the fog of my brain, it occurred to me the hits were no harder than if I was pounding away at Natalie during really intense sex; it didn't hurt so much as shock me that she was doing it. And the throbbing in my cock increased, and I wondered if I would cum on the last hit.

But she changed direction, and let go. I tried to raise my hips under her, trying to get my cock to rub up against anything, desperate for one last touch. She held up a finger where I could see it over her shoulder, and I heard her giggle. "Last one," she warned. "Just a single finger. No problem, right?"

And she flicked my balls with that finger, and I howled in surprise and pain. One little finger, one little flick, and it hurt way more than her cock slaps had. "I'm sorry dear," she whispered, "But you had to learn you're lesson. You won't cum again, will you?"

"No, mistress," I answered with a grimace. My balls were throbbing, a sharp pain I felt in my gut. It was definitely a lesson I would never forget. 

Natalie pushed herself forward, sliding down me, and I felt her body push my cock downwards as she slid atop it. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy cover my cock, and futilely tried to guide myself deeper into her pussy. 

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, as she began to grind her hips, pushing herself down on me, but not letting my cock enter her. I could feel her lips grasping at me, wrapping around my shaft like a hand, and she shifted herself back and forth atop me. "Fuck," I said again. The feeling was glorious, wonderful, unbearable. "Oh, god, please fuck me," I begged, and she laughed at my desperation.

Natalie shifted again, and without warning, her pussy crashed down on me, enveloping my cock, pulling it in. I cried out in sheer pleasure, and heard Natalie moan above me. She leaned forward, her breasts now hanging tantalizingly in front of my face, and raised her hips --and then crashed them down again, our pelvis' smacking together. Again, she pulled herself up only to crash back down, over and over, faster. She was fucking me, the wet sounds of our sex drowned out only by the sounds of our moans.

"Oh goooooood," I moaned. With every thrust, I felt myself drawing closer. Natalie's cries above me had taken on a tone of desperation, and I knew she was close to cuming again, but I couldn't hold on. "Oh god," I cried, a tear actually in the corner of my eye. "Stop! You have to stop! I can't take anymore!"

But she pounded faster, my cock afire in the wet heat of her, every nerve firing, by balls filled and pounding. I wouldn't be able to stop myself. "Cum with me," she panted, meeting my eyes and smiling. "You have my permission, baby."

Struggling against my ties for leverage, I thrust back even as she increased her pace, dropping down on me, her fluids drenching me. I cried out, a long echoing scream I'm sure the neighbors must have heard, and felt my cock erupt, even as Natalie's screams rose to a crescendo, and I felt her muscles clamp around my cock. We froze, her pussy clamped down on me, and I felt myself spasm into her, twitching, my balls draining. Her orgasm ended with a sigh, and she collapsed atop me.




She's in Charge Ch. 04



"That was fucking amazing," she panted. I nodded, too exhausted to form a reply. She nuzzled my neck, and kissed the line of my jaw, my sex still encased in hers. My balls were throbbing, and I felt myself slowing growing soft inside her, surround my silky warm wetness.

"I thought you said I couldn't cum," I managed to ask.

"I wanted to feel you cum inside me," she answered with a smile. "And it's all about me, right?" I nodded. "Besides, I still have a whole other week," she added with a mischievous grin, "to torture you."

I groaned, feeling our mingled fluids dripping down my thighs, enjoying the softness of her breasts pressed against my chest. As I wondered what she could possibly still have in store for me, I felt my cock twitch inside her, just a little bit.



She's in Charge Ch. 05



Note. This is the fifth in a series about a couple playing around with BDSM and femdom. They do not live the "lifestyle", but are merely fooling around with a bit of roleplay and kinky sex. If this does not float your boat, please, go elsewhere and read something more to your liking. 

I would recommend reading the first chapters before reading this, though it is not really necessary. This chapter gets a little kinkier, and stresses the fantasy a little bit more. 

***** 

Saturday morning, I awoke to the sun's warming light tickling my body from the bedroom window. The slightest dip in the mattress told me Natalie was still lying next to me, and I opened my eyes slowly. She was resting on her side, watching me; she was naked, like me, the sunlight highlighting her pale skin till it nearly glowed. Her nipples were a dark pink, and stood out like the eraser on a pencil. Her hair, disheveled from sleep and last night's activities, was nearly silver in the sun. Her full lips smiled at me lovingly. 

"Good morning, slave." Her eyes gleamed. 

"Morning, mistress," I answered with a cocky grin. 

She glared at me, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "You want another spanking already? Keep your attitude in check, mister." 

I looked down, and with some effort forced the smile from my lips. "Yes, Mistress." 

"I'm hungry," she announced, ignoring my mostly unsuccessful attempt at looking compliant. "It's such a beautiful day; it feels like a perfect day for a lazy morning and breakfast in bed." She turned her gaze on me, and stared unflinchingly. 

I laughed a little, and stood. I bowed to her dramatically; "I shall fetch you something to munch on, your highness." I reached for my pants. 

She reached out and snatched the garment from my hands, her eyes flashing. "No clothes today, slave. And let's go ahead and start you with 10 demerits for that little show." 

"Yes, mistress." I managed to keep the smile from my face till I turned my back and strolled from the room. I paused at the bathroom and slipped on my robe; I had no intention of flashing the neighbors while I cooked, and I figured my robe wasn't clothes, strictly speaking. I darted down the stairs, taking two at a time. I whipped up some eggs and bacon, and a couple glasses of orange juice, putting it all on a serving tray. Maybe fifteen minutes had passed before I was on my way back up the stairs. 

I sauntered into the bedroom, carrying the tray high like a waiter, and managed a little bow. "Your breakfast is served, m'lady!" 

My smile wavered as I took notice of Natalie's scowl. She was sitting up in bed, her arms crossed just below her perky breasts, her eyes hard and glaring. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked softly. 

"Um," I muttered, confused. "Breakfast?" I wiggled the tray at her. 

"You were told to be naked." 

I glanced down and blushed. I had forgotten to take off the robe. I resisted the urge to slap my forehead. "Crap. Sorry, I didn't want the neighbor's to see me. Kind of wanted to avoid bacon grease as well." I grinned lopsidedly. "I can take it off now." 

"That would sound like a perfectly acceptable explanation, had I not specifically ordered otherwise." She grinned at me playfully. "You are going to regret that, dear." Oddly enough, at the threat, I felt myself stiffen under the terrycloth. 

I set the tray on the bed and disrobed. Natalie raised an eyebrow when she noticed me standing at attention, and I blushed again. I joined her in the bed, and we shared a pleasant breakfast in the sunlight steaming in our bedroom windows. 

Breakfast finished, we piled our dishes on the tray, and at Natalie's instruction I set it aside. She patted the edge of the bed next to her, and I sat. "Don't move," she commented. She reached up for a drawer in the headboard, and I watched her lean body stretch as she reached, her breasts pulling up firmly. She caught me looking, but just smiled. A moment later, she produced a pair of handcuffs, hanging from her index finger as she grinned at me in amusement. She set a small key down on the nightstand, and proceeded to cuff my hands behind my back. I grinned back, and waggled my eyebrows at her. 

"Just how much money did you spend on sex toys?" I commented. 

Natalie glared at me. "First, call me Mistress. Second, that's none of your business, slave. And finally, who says my shopping is done?" Grabbing a bottle of lube from the night stand, she poured a generous amount on my semi-hard cock. It didn't take much before I was standing fully erect again, her hand sliding up and down my slick shaft, ever so slowly. "Let's call that another ten demerits, slave. Plus forty for wearing clothes when I told you not to. And the ten from earlier." She shook her head slowly, her expression one of mock disbelief. "Sixty. You must really like being punished. I'll have to think about that this morning while I am out. Your punishments are supposed to mean something, not just encourage more bad behavior." She paused in her stroking, and gave me a hard squeeze. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you get off last night. What happened to the well behaved slave, begging to please me?" 

"Sorry mistress," I managed to grunt. Her slow stroking felt incredible; hands trapped behind me, I tried to lift my hips and thrust into her grip. Natalie just laughed at my attempt, and let go. I kept my ass firmly on the bed, and the stroking resumed. 

"I'm going out for a little while," she announced. I nodded, my eyes locked on the site of her hand moving up and down. "While I am gone, I have some chores for you. First of all, rinse those dishes, and run the dishwasher. When it's done, unload it and put everything away. And for once, would you please put everything in the right place? For every dish you leave on the counter or put in the wrong place..." She paused, both her orders and the stroking, and I understood she expected me to answer. 

"I get punished?" 

She nodded with a smile, and continued. "More demerits. And I can't promise how you will be paying those yet, but I promise you won't like it as much as the spanking." The speed of her stroking was increasing, and I was having trouble focusing on her words. My balls were throbbing again. "While the dish washer is running, make the bed and gather up the dirty laundry. I would ask you to wash it too, but you'd screw up my delicates. Understand?" 

I nodded frantically. I felt my orgasm drawing nearer, my balls pulling tight. She could read me well, because she stopped, and jumped out of bed to stand in front of me. "Good," she answered. She reached out and shoved me; taken by surprise, I fell back, my cuffed wrists uncomfortable behind me. Before I could voice a protest, she bound on top of me, straddling my face. The last I heard before her thighs clamped around my ears was; "And you will not put on clothes of any kind while I am out!" 

I grunted my acknowledgement into her pussy as it smacked down on my mouth. Clearly turned on, she didn't hesitate or take her time. She rode my face hard and fast; all I could do was stick my tongue out and wait her out. In mere minutes, I felt her thighs tighten even more, and she cried out in bliss. 

She climbed off of me, and off the bed. I sat up slowly, her scent strong in my nostrils, my bound hands making it impossible to wipe my face. I watched her get dressed, and smiled when she occasionally threw a grin in my direction. Dressed at last, she gave me a peck on the cheek, and said "I'll see you in a couple hours, hon. Behave yourself." 

And just like that, she was gone; I was sitting on the edge if the bed, naked with my hands cuffed behind me, and my face still moist with her juices. And a list of chores. I sighed heavily, and managed to get up on my feet. My cock was rigid and aching for attention, but I did my best to ignore it. 

I glanced at the tray of dishes I would have to clean, and flexed my wrists. This would be a bit of a challenge. I moved to the dresser, turned, and carefully picked it up behind my back. The balance was strange, and the chain on the cuffs too short to let me get decent leverage by spreading my hands apart further, but I managed. The dishes made small clinking noises as they shifted, my hands shaking a bit, and I moved towards the hallway as quick as I could. 

I managed to get to the kitchen without any incidents; I was relieved to see Natalie had closed the blinds; the neighbors wouldn't be getting a show after all. I had to raise up on my toes a bit to shove the tray onto the counter next to the sink, and one of the empty glasses toppled, but stayed on the tray. I stared at the sink, wondering how I would reach, and had a bit of inspiration. I went to the pantry, opened the door easily enough, and retrieved the short step stool we kept there. Opening it was a little troublesome, trying to work the lever that unlocked it behind my back, while pulling the legs apart; but it gave eventually, and I smiled. I set it down in front of the sink and climbed, carefully, turning my back to the counter. 

Challenging as it was, it didn't take long; I rinsed the breakfast dishes one at a time, and set them back on the counter. I turned off the water, climbed down, and returned the stool to the pantry. To open the dishwasher I had to grasp the handle and bend at the knees, pulling the door down with me as I squatted; closing it, after stacking the dishes in it, took a light push with my foot. Once it was running, I returned upstairs to gather the laundry. 

As I moved about the room, gathering clothes we had left strewn about, I smiled. I had seen our internet history; Natalie had been busy, visiting tons of forums, video, and adult literature sites in her free time since that first weekend, two weeks back. Female dominance, bondage, adult toys, fetish clothing, teasing; she was being very thorough in her research, and it had my mind racing as I guess what she might have planned. My dearest had never been a fan of doing anything half-assed. 

The bed was tricky; I kept having to climb on in order to arrange the pillows or straighten the blankets in the middle, which only mussed up the rest of the bed more. In the end, after a ridiculous amount of time on such a simple task, I had to sigh and hope that it was good enough. I had a feeling my mistress would not be impressed, and grinned at the thought. 

Chores done, with no idea how long till she would return, I went downstairs to watch some Saturday afternoon TV. 

*** 

The blonde jerked, and groaned. She pulled against her restraints, to no avail. The steal cuffs and chains that held her spread eagle on the floor did not budge or give in the slightest. Naked, she was sheathed in sweat from head to toe, her hair plastered to her face as she tossed her head from side to side. "Please," she groaned. "Please." 

"Please what?" another answered. She was tall, slim and lithe. Her raven black hair was arranged perfectly, framing her heart shaped face. One dark, manicured eyebrow raised in amusement; her darkly painted lips tugged upwards gleefully. She was dressed in a black leather skirt short enough to leave the lower end of her ass visible, a tight black leather corset, and tall spiked heels that added another couple inches to her height. Held lightly in one hand was a long vibrator, its bulbous head gleaming wetly, the cord trailing away somewhere behind her. 

"Please let me cum," the blonde whispered. It was far from the first time she had made the request. 

"No," the raven haired mistress answered with a smirk. "You will have to beg better than that. You bet me that I couldn't make you beg, so I don't want any doubt who wins the bet. And it's only been an hour. I'm not done with you yet." 

The blonde whimpered, her eyes shut tightly. "Please, Mistress, you win. Please let me cum! Please! I beg you!" Her exposed mound was shaved smooth; her puffy lips slightly parted. Moisture covered her pussy, her thighs wet and shiny, her fluids dripping down to pool between her cheeks. 

"Better," the mistress commented. "But not good enough." She knelt on the rough floor, between the others legs. She pressed a switch, and the vibrator jumped to life with a loud hum. Silently, ignoring the blonde woman's protests, she placed the head of the vibrator against the woman's clit. The blonde jerked as much as her bonds allowed, her eyes rolled back as she groaned in pleasure. She pushed her crotch up against the toy, and growled in the back of her throat as the pleasure rippled through her. She panted, gasping for breath. Her moans increased audibly, a high pitched keen filled with desperation. 

The mistress pulled the vibrator away suddenly, and her slave cursed and shook her head wildly. "No! Fuck!" 

The mistress just laughed. "You were close that time, little one," she commented. 

"Yes," the blonde answered. "So close! Oh god, mistress, please! You win! Let me cum! I need it so bad!" 

The raven haired beauty stood. "No," she said, smiling at the camera. The scene faded to black. 

I glanced down at my cock, where I sat on the couch, my wrists still secured behind my back. My cock was oozing precum, and I really wanted to reach down and give it some attention. Bound as I was, it was impossible. And I wasn't about to even try and get free; who knew what twisted punishments my sweet wife would come up with if she found me breaking more of her rules. 

After my chores, I had looked for something to watch. Distracted as I was, nothing had really grabbed my attention, so I ended up watching porn; I knew full well I was definitely not doing my aching balls any favors, but sex was the only thing on my mind, and porn was the closest I could get until Natalie got back. It had been nearly three hours, so she had to be back soon. 

On the television, the next scene began. 

The blonde was facing the camera, an extreme close-up that that made the layer of wetness on a rather large red ball gag obvious, a line of drool leaking from the corner of her red lips around the obstacle. Her cheek rested in a pool of her drool; her eyes, half-lidded, spoke of desperation and pleasure, and her moans filled the room. 

The camera pulled back; she was bound to the top of a table, ass up face down, her face and generous breasts mashed against the hard wooden surface. Her arms were pulled back, and bound to her spread ankles -she was immobile, and had no leverage to even lift her head from the puddle of her own drool. 

Between her spread legs, the dark haired mistress smirked at the blondes whimpers. She was naked now except for her heels and a leather harness snuggly secured around her waist and thighs; a large black dildo stood out from the harness obscenely. She was holding the base of the strap on, and teasing the slave's pussy with the head of the toy, pushing it in just past her lips, before withdrawing again. 

"Whats the matter, slut? You want to feel my cock, do you?" The mistress laughed as the blonde responded with a grunted affirmative, and more drool leaked from behind the tight gag. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how bad you want it." 

"Mrei ant mrit mrrr rad, mrtss," she grunted. I want it so bad, mistress. "Rease riv rit roo reee. Rease! Rive re ro rock!" Please give it to me. Please! Give me your cock! 

The mistress laughed. Firmly holding the cock, she slapped it against the blondes mound; her swollen lips made a wet sound, and the blonde whimpered in need. "Be specific..." 

"Rease rut ro rock rin ry rutty rurry! Rease ruck re! Ruck re rard!" Please put your cock in my slutty pussy! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard! 

"And who wins the bet?" The cock poked at her entrance, pushing in an inch, pulling back out half of that. She pushed it back in again, an inch deeper, slowly, so very slowly. The blonds eyes were rolling up in her head, her body quivering in need; she tried to push herself back, to impale herself on the plastic, but her bondage was too severe. 

"Roooo do! Ru rin! Rease ruck me! Reaaaase! Rake re rum! Rei reed rit rooooooooo rad! Rake ro rut rum, rirrtre. Reaaaaaase! Ruck re ro rard! Rei reed rit!!" Yooou do! You win! Please fuck me! PLeeeeease! Make me cum! I need it soooooo bad! Make your slut cum, mistress. Pleeeeease! Fuck me so hard! I need it!! 

The mistress grinned. "You might regret that in a minute, slave." Using her hips now, she slammed forward, filling the slave deeply with her black plastic dildo. The blond cried out in pure ecstasy; if her face had not already been on the table, she would have collapsed at the feeling. Slowly, the mistress started to fuck her, pulling nearly the entire nine inch toy out before slamming it back in again, slow at first, methodical. Then faster, harder; the blondes restrained body pushed forward with each hard thrust. 

A sound emerged from the blonde, part whine and part purr, growing in intensity with each thrust. The mistress was thrusting like a piston now; she called out one last order, the sound loud over the sound of hips slapping against ass, over the wet sounds coming from the slave's engorged and very full pussy. "You will not cum without permission; beg me to cum." She reached forward and unbuckled the gag, pulling it from the slave's mouth with a wet pop. 

The blondes cry cut off, suddenly, desperately. "Please!" she screamed. Free of the gag, her plea came between desperate moans. "Please let me cum mistress. Please I need it so bad!" 

The mistress paused in her thrusting, the dildo stuff fully inside the slave, and leaned forward. She whispered in the blondes ear, "Cum for me, slut." Immediately, the thrusting resumed, harder and even faster than before. The blond cried out, screaming in pleasure as her orgasm approached like a freight train; it hit, and her cries raised in pitch. 

"Oh god yes I'm cuming finally cuming of god thank you mistress thank you gooooooooooooooooood!" 

As the orgasm wound down, the raven haired beauty slowed, and eventually stopped. Slowly, she pulled the dripping dildo free. A close up of the slaves pussy show it red and engorged, wetness splattered across her thighs and all over the table. In front of her, the slave's cries had quieted; she was muttering and mewling to herself, eyes tightly closed, enjoying the afterglow of the shattering orgasm. 

The mistress grinned. She reached off camera and produced a bottle of lube; quietly, she added the lube to the already slick dildo. The lube disappeared, and her hand returned to the screen holding the powerful vibrator from the previous scene. 

Again holding the base of the cock, she aimed for the blondes tight asshole, on display and easily accessible with her ass still up in the air. The blondes eyes shot open at first contact, and she started to protest. 

"I'm not done with you slut. Shut up and take it." The mistress pushed the head of the dildo against the blondes rim; with a sudden pop and a grunt of protest from the slave, the head of the dildo pushed past her tight ring and into her ass. 

"No more, please," the blond grunted. "I can't take anymooooooooooooore!" The last turned into a high pitched squeal as the now active vibrator pressed hard against her still swollen clit. "Ohhhh god," she moaned, and the mistress pushed the dildo in deeper. "I don't want to cum again. I can't cum again. Oh god, no. No more. Too sensitive. Uggggggg." 

The mistress just smiled, and pushed the dildo in until her hips again met the blonde woman's ass. The vibrator was working hard against her most sensitive bit, and her eyes again rolled up in her head. The sounds that came from her mouth, grunts and moans and cries, were almost inhuman. "Gooooooood" she grunted as she tried to push back, trying now to push the dildo deeper into her ass. 




She's in Charge Ch. 05



"I sure hope you finished your chores," Natalie's voice interrupted the film. I turned my head to see her standing in the doorway, watching either me, or the movie. I had not heard her come in and had no idea how long she had been standing there. Behind her, I could see several unmarked black plastic bags, and wondered what she had purchased now. I likely looked guilty, and she smirked at me. She picked up one of the bags, and walked around the couch to sit next to me. 

"Yes, ma'am. All done." 

She nodded. "I'll be checking to see how well you did." She was definitely watching the screen, and barely spared a glance for me. Her jeans felt rough against my naked thigh as she settled in next to me. She reached over and idly started to stoke my cock. I moaned, and watched her watching the movie. She reached over with her free hand, and pushed my face so that I again was facing the TV. "Watch the movie," she ordered. 

On the TV, the mistress was thrusting hard, now. The sound of the vibrator filled the room; already, the slave had had two more orgasms. Her sensitive clit protested as no relief was given, and the vibrator continued even as she continued to get fucked in the ass. 

"How bad do you want to cum right now?" Natalie asked. Her hand was jerking me slowly, and her other hand was teasing my balls. Between the attention and the action in the porno, I was about ready to burst. 

"Pretty fucking bad," I admitted. 

"You like watching that slave get fucked in the ass, huh?" 

I had no idea what the safe answer was, and hesitantly nodded. 

"Hmm. All those times you begged to fuck me in the ass, this is what you wanted me to feel? My ass full of your cock, maybe even a vibrator on my pussy?" I nodded, my eyes flickering from her to the screen. The slave was having another orgasm, and Natalie's hand had slowed on my cock to an agonizing pace that would never finish me off. "She seems to enjoy it," she commented. I grunted an agreement, and tried to thrust my hips up to get her to move her hand faster. "I guess it's just another hole, right? With enough lube, I suppose anyone could do it." Her hand sped up a little. "Hey, lots of people, not just gay people, seem to love it, so there must be something about it, right? It does look hot, I admit." 

I gasped, and grunted as her stroking went faster. Was she saying she might let me try anal? The thought alone was pushing me towards the edge, and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. 

And then she stopped. "Fuck!" I gasped. I needed to cum so bad. On the screen, I had not even noticed the movie come to an end. 

"Well, maybe we could try it," Natalie said with a grin. "Just once, to see if we like it, too." She reached down to the bag she had brought in, and opened it so I could see the contents. I gasped, and my jaw hung open in shock. A harness and dildo stared at me, not much different from the one in the porno, although the fake cock was considerably smaller. 

"No way. Not a chance. No way." I protested. And then her hand returned to my cock, moving slowly. 

"How would you like to cum," she asked in a sickly sweet tone. "Right now?" She licked her lips. "I might even let you cum in my mouth. How would you like that, baby? All you have to do is agree. Just say yes, and you can cum baby. You know you want to." I shook my head, but her hand on my cock continued to stroke, and I wanted to cum so bad. She bent forward, and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, her tongue darting around the head, caressing. My thighs were twitching in need, and she pulled her mouth off, blowing cool air on me. Her hand had stopped, and was just holding the base of my cock, tightly. 

I found myself wondering what it would feel like, if it would hurt, and shook my head frantically. And Natalie ran her tongue up the back of my penis, from my balls to the tip of the head. I shuddered, and wondered; a lot of people did like it. How bad could it be? "No!" I gasped. "I won't do it!" 

She shrugged, and put me in her mouth again. The warm wetness of her mouth enveloped me, and moved slowly down the shaft, taking me in deeper. I was throbbing. I was desperate. "If it hurts will you stop?" I gasped. She smiled around my cock and I heard her mummer an agreement. I didn't want to. But I wanted to cum so bad. Oh god. I needed to so bad. 

"Ok, I'll do it, please god let me cum!" 

She made a little excited noise in the back of her throat, and then she started to move. One hand worked my balls, and one stroked my cock in time with her now bobbing head. She sucked hard as her mouth moved up and down on me, and her hands kneaded me gently. 

It did not take long. I lifted my hips off the couch, jamming my cock deeper into her mouth, nearly gaging her; but she kept on sucking. I felt the cum shooting out of me in pulsing waves, filling her mouth, and the muscles in my body turned to Jell-O. Her stroking slowed, and eventually stopped. My cock emerged from her mouth with a pop, and she licked a stringy line of semen from her lips. I panted, exhausted, and a little in shock at what I had just agreed to. 

"Well that was easier than I expected," Natalie smirked. "I guess that means you must really want my cock in your ass. But, don't worry, baby, I'll be gentle."