0 comments/ 30576 views/ 2 favorites A Lesson By: storeygirl I stood on the doorstep, my hand clenched. I willed myself to relax before I rang the bell. Through the frosted glass a shape appeared and the door opened before I had the chance to ring. When He had told me that I was to spend the weekend learning and had given me this address, many things had passed through my mind, but this, a large modern house in a small village had not been one of them. "Come in." She was small with long blonde hair brushed straight back, a welcoming smile on her face. "I'm Lucy, please don't worry, we're friends." The door was closed behind me and I followed her into a living room, all bare wood and white. An arrangement of yellow lilies caught my eye, the only colour in the room. "A gift," Lucy said, "please sit down." Perched on the edge of the chair I tried to think of something to say. "Your house is beautiful," I murmured, cursing the banality as I said it. Lucy seemed genuinely pleased. "I try to keep it well, it pleases both of us." Footsteps in the hall stopped the conversation. I swallowed hard, but Lucy's face broke into a beaming smile as she stood and went to the door. "Master," she said in a breathless whisper, "Our guest has arrived." ***** Lucy was naked now except for a collar, made of soft tan leather, around her neck. Her body was lithe and supple, but as she led me up the stairs I couldn't help noticing the stripes across her back and buttocks. In her dressing room a variety of outfits had been laid out. "Master likes these for you, his taste is excellent." She stripped me, removing my jeans and t shirt, the lacy black bra and thong I had chosen. "But first a bath." Adjoining this room was a small bathroom. I waited as she ran the bath, wondering how they knew I had dreamed of sharing a bath with another woman. This was different to my fantasies, which had involved mutual licking,kissing and masturbation. I was getting over the embarrassment of being treated like a child, or a doll;part of me enjoyed the simplicity of this beautiful woman's attentions,and so allowed her to wash my back and breasts, knowing my hard nipples must betray how aroused I was. I began to hope she might pay extra attention to my clit or nipples. I even parted my legs slightly, hoping she would notice. Lucy just looked at me and smiled. "Master will say when we begin, if we begin," and carried on rinsing me, pouring jug after jug of clean water over me. "Stand now please." She wrapped me in a fluffy white towel, and began to dry me. Doll like, I raised my arms as instructed. When she knelt before me to dry my legs, and the towel was gently patted over my pussy, I couldn't stop a moan escaping my lips. "You shaved this morning, that will please my Master," she commented and carried on as though nothing had happened. ***** In the dressing room she selected a tight PVC corset, black mini skirt and sheer black hold ups. By now she barely needed to speak to me.I turned without needing to be asked so she could lace the corset and allowed her to straighten the hold ups under the mini skirt. After she had applied my make up she led me to the centre of the room. The door opened and Simon walked in. He looked at me, my thighs, breasts, face. I stood a little taller, knowing I was being inspected. He walked over to Lucy. "Beautiful"he said, taking her and kissing her hard on the mouth. As they devoured each other I wondered who he meant. A hand stroked my cheek, worked its way down to my neck, across my breast, my arm, the blood rush following its path. Finally he traced around my lips. They broke apart, "He was right, you are a wonderful slut," Simon announced,"You agreed to restraints and flogging, yes?" I nodded. "Please say it," Simon prompted. "Yes, there was a list..." He cut me off. "Restraints and flogging was all I asked about!" He left the room while Lucy cuffed me to the bed, my wrists and ankles held tightly in place. Under my tummy she placed two pillows, pulling up the mini skirt to around my waist so my arse was bare and exposed to the air. "I will tell Master you are ready," she told me as she left the room. ***** I waited, watching,hoping to see the door open, eager to begin. Minutes passed. I wondered how long I would be here, where were they and what were they doing? Then, it opened. Simon stood crop in hand, Lucy behind him. She giggled as she walked out of my line of sight. A soft tickle on my feet. I jerked. I had extremely ticklish feet. A feather stroked along my thighs, my calves and then back to my feet. I was laughing now, my body writhing in reaction to the feather. Both Lucy and I were giggling like school girls. A sting of pain, a burning on my arse as the crop was brought down across my buttocks. The tickling stopped. And again my body tensed, now in anticipation of the next stroke. Hard on my soft pink flesh it came. One more and I cried out. "The gag Lucy!"Simon ordered. As she sat astride me to fix the ball gag I could feel her wetness. This was exciting her, seeing me cuffed and whipped, her pussy was already dripping. Again and again the crop was brought across my cheeks. My pussy was so turned on and it seemed the fire in my arse went straight through to my clit; I started to drift, to that wonderful place only He had taken me to, and it stopped. Lucy untied me and passed me a glass of water. "It's almost time for dinner," she said. ***** We ate outside, Lucy and Simon dressed quite normally, Lucy's polo neck hiding her collar. I was glad the garden was secluded as I was still dressed in the outfit they'd chosen for me. We just talked,but during the meal Simon's hand explored the tops of my thighs and my pussy lips. He opened my legs further until he found my clit. I was unsure whether I ought to react or not. Lucy cleared the table and left. Simon reached over and lifted my breasts from the corset, rubbing each nipple with his thumb as he did so. I glanced towards the French windows but he just laughed. "Lucy knows what I want from you slut." He rose, and without looking at me said, "This way slut!" I followed him. He led me to a different part of the house, along a short hallway that obviously led to an extension. "This room is sound proofed," he commented. I merely nodded, unsure what to reply. He opened the door to what at first glance appeared to be a private gym. Two walls were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors; there were padded benches located at various heights that reminded me of weight lifting equipment. Although there were no windows the down lighters were positioned to minimise glare. In the center of the room was a white sheepskin rug, and directly above it hung a gleaming silver hook. Lucy stepped forward, naked except for her collar. He reached out his hand and gently brushed a stray hair from her cheek. "Lie on the rug slave," he commanded. She obeyed. "Open your legs!" Again she obeyed and I could see her glistening pink pussy. He spoke to me, while he gazed at Lucy. "Lick my slave, slut, bring her to orgasm!" I buried my head between her legs, breathing in the scent of her pussy, I reached with my tongue to tease and taste her clit. As I rubbed it, it popped out of its hood. Lucy started to pant. I moved my tongue into her cunt, burying myself deep. With one finger I began to tease her clit and she moaned. Simon moved close, staring down, watching her face. "What is more beautiful than watching a woman pleasuring another? Come for me Lucy, come my slave." I increased the speed and pressure of my tongue and fingers. Slipping two fingers into her pussy I started to pleasure her whilst I teased her clit with my mouth. I found her g spot and moved faster as she arched her back and came with a cry. Simon smiled at her, and then turned to me, his face stern. "I told you to lick her to orgasm, slut! Lie down!" He pointed to one of the benches I had noticed earlier. This one was around a meter long; it had racks at either side, which once may have contained bar bells. I lay along it, my legs dangling over the end. "Put your legs here!" he said, pointing to a pole either side of the bench. Lucy had joined us and passed him a pair of cuffs, heavy thick leather, which he tightened around my ankles. Pulling my legs straight and apart he attached the cuff to a hook I had not noticed. Now my arse and pussy were exposed, I could not move my legs. He took my arms and cuffed them outstretched so I was immobilised. "This is a training whip," he said, "because you need to be trained in obedience." I felt the gentle stroke across my pussy. He moved the angle and caught my arse. It was so gentle I wanted to cry out, "Harder, teach me!" Then a sudden stroke stung. He caught my clit and I gasped; again hard on my bum, then returning to the gentle, teasing strokes. "You like it hard, don't you slut?" Simon asked, running the tip of the whip over my pussy lips. "Yes, oh yes!" "Well, it is not for you to decide that," Simon replied. He ran the tip over my nipples, gently teasing them; they were erect and he gave each a soft stroke with the whip, then hard once straight across my pussy.Returning to my nipples and breasts he whipped them each stroke increasing my excitment. Then he was gone. I was in total darkness now, my heart thudding in my ears. I could smell my pussy dripping wet; feel the restraints tight around my wrists and ankles. I began to wonder where Lucy and Simon had gone, what they were doing, how long they would leave me like this. My arms and legs were beginning to feel heavy. I tried to move to relax them; a slightly tinny voice rang out, "Remain still, slut!" I realised there must be a camera and loudspeaker in the room, that wherever they were they could see me, see my holes open and exposed, my breasts red from the whip. I tried tensing and relaxing, remaining as still as I could. Ignoring the fear building in me, in so far as I trusted Him and He had given me to this couple. I heard the door open,footsteps across the room,my heart pounding I spoke, my voice cracking"Who is it? Is someone there?"There was no reply,and no warning from the speaker,only the noise of my breathing ,loud in my ears. The next sensation was of a cock entering my pussy, pounding hard and fast into me. All I could feel was the cock and balls banging against me. Was this Simon? Who was fucking me? I ceased to care as I was brought to orgasm, crying out I forgot the pain in my arms and legs. The cock thrust urgently now, my pussy tightening with orgasm after orgasm; then I felt the spunk shoot into me. The cock was withdrawn, footsteps, the door opened and the light was turned on. I realised how I must have looked, flushed from cumming, my pussy dripping with an unknown man's sperm. Blinded momentarily, when my vision cleared I saw Lucy standing over me. She first released my legs, then my arms, rubbing my ankles gently as the blood rushed to them. "Can you stand?" she asked gently. "Yes," I nodded, "I think so." She led me to a massage table in the corner and massaged my legs and arms. I wanted to ask her if it had been Simon, but stopped myself, realising this slut's role was to be used, not to question. She smiled down at me as if reading my thoughts. "Master is pleased with you," she said, "he wishes me to bring you upstairs." The master bedroom was dominated by a four poster bed. Simon was already lying on it, naked, his erection hard and prominent. I walked in feeling the spunk still dribbling down my thighs. "Ride me slut!" he ordered. Lucy lay next to him, stroking his chest, kissing his nipples and neck. I sat astride him, feeling his cock inside me. Gently at first I rocked back and forth, feeling it rub against my g spot. As the need to come over took me again I increased my speed, abandoning myself to fucking him. Faster I rode, squirting, gushing over his cock; I knew he must be covered in my juice, but felt like I needed to come more. I realised he was speaking, but not to me, murmuring, "Lucy my love, my slave, my life." Over and over he murmured. I looked down and realised she was resting her head on his chest, as he stroked her hair. "It is time for me to fuck you slut," he suddenly said, "lie on the bed!" He pushed into me and I wrapped my legs around him, overflowing with juices now, the cock squelching into my aching pussy. Next to me Lucy began masturbating; Simon's eyes were fixed on her, and as he fucked me, harder, faster, better than I'd ever been fucked before I could hear him whispering to her, "Come for me Lucy, come for your Master, my darling." I wondered whose cunt he was fucking; whose pussy he could feel around his cock, and as she came I did too, screaming out with the orgasm which over powered me. He leant over and kissed her on the forehead. "Was that good?" he asked, his cock still in me, but oblivious to my presence. That night before I fell asleep I heard the cries and moans from the master bedroom as they continued long into the night. A Lesson, A Reward We're both recovering from exhausting weeks. It's been a long week for me with school, and it's been an even longer week for you with work. We're cuddling on the couch, watching a movie and just enjoying each other's presence. I've seen the movie before, but you haven't. You're snuggled in my lap with my arms pulled and held around your waist. I'm slumped down in my seat so that I'm reclined enough for you to not really have to sit up very much at all. Jokes were made earlier about the reclining, lazy boy. About half way though the movie you say quietly, without looking sort of up and back to see if I'm still wake, "... Alex?" I nuzzle the top of your head and murmur, "Yes?" You shift a little, wriggling in my arms, and then turn and press your lips to my cheek and say very quietly, "Since you've seen this before, when there's about five minutes left, I want you to go to our bedroom, which you are not to enter with any clothes on you except this," tug of my collar, "and you will kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for me." I started smiling at about the word bedroom, and give a soft, "Yessum." And when it gets to about that point of the movie, I kiss the top of your head lightly and slip from beneath you to walk quietly to the door of our bedroom, grinning as much at getting to wonder what you want to do with, or to, me as I am at the feel of a small hand groping my ass as I stood up. Stripping outside our bedroom is pretty easy, we've been lounging around all day, all but naked, you in big t-shirt and thong, me in t-shirt and boxers. I toss my clothes over to land near my laundry bag, minuscule as it is when compared to Ma'am's continually growing and changing piles of clothing. I kneel at the foot of the bed, turned so I can see the door, and rest back on my heels a little, hands clasped in my lap. I wait, and try not to play with myself. Too much. I hear the TV shut off, and perk up at that; ceasing the teasing of the underside of my cock's head, and I watch the door with my head mostly lowered. You come through, grinning at me, a few moments later. A hand is combed through my hair, after you walk over to me, and I half pur softly and nuzzle at your stomach, coming up off my knees a little. You hold my cheek to your abdomen for a moment, then put your hands on my cheeks, and tilt my head up so you can bend and press full, soft lips to my forehead for a long moment, and murmur a very pleased, "Good boy." You let go of my head then and I settle back down my heels. You step back and examine me ... Or, I find this more likely, wait for me to fidget a little under your gaze. After a moment you tilt your head, and say, "Get up on the bed, teisuu. Hands and knees, in the middle." My ass gets a swat, and you get a playful, not-wholly-serious moan as I crawl to where I'm supposed to be and you walk in to our closet. You're not in there long. I when you come back out, my breathing quickens, and I become a little more aware of the hard length dangling down between my legs. You walk very slowly, completely naked now, to the foot of the bed. There really isn't much light in the room, and shadows dance and play over the soft curve of breast and hip, over chin and cheek and neck, and lips curved in a somewhat catlike grin. You're very obviously holding something behind your back. Gently, the caress in your voice when you say my name makes me go all melty and warm inside as much as the name itself does, "Close your eyes, teisuu. You may open them again when I say." Eyes go shut. There's a moment's pause, and then I can feel you moving up on the bed, stopping in front of me. Something rounded, and artificial brushes at my lips, and I let my mouth open to accept it, thinking you're going to gag me. My breath catches when it finally slips between my lips, and it's all I can do to keep my eyes squeezed shut. I whimper loudly, though it's muffled somewhat by the object in my mouth. My tongue kind of swirls around the thing, not really believing it's there. I whimper again, and start breathing again, short, sharp inhalations through my nose. Whispered, "You may open your eyes now." My eyes confirm what my lips and tongue were telling me. Oh ... my... You are holding one end of a rather realistic dildo slightly larger than my cock. I seem to be holding the other. You've pressed the head past my lips into my mouth. My tongue stilled when my eyes opened and now I merely look up at you, wide-eyed, whimpering around the toy partially filling my mouth and breathing hard. My brain is trying to decide whether to be aroused, nervous, or ... I don't know what. I can feel my blood pounding in my ears, throbbing in time with the now-very-hard, real cock hanging below. You move a little closer without moving the hand that holds the balls of the toy very much, moving close enough that I could feel your presence even blindfolded. You coo softly, and make calming noises, combing your free hand through my hair starting at base of the back of my neck, then caressing the upper part of the ear nearest you, running the pad of your index finger along the outer edge. "Shh, shh, Alex. You've told me you want to do something much like this with me, and tonight, I'm going to make sure you know how to do it properly. Can't have me, mmmm, fucking that mouth without you knowing what to do when I do." The caresses continue for a moment, in silence, and this calms me some, my chest stops heaving quite so much and the whimpers trail off till they're inaudible through the mushroom head my lips are wrapped around. You smile, and pet my back once, then grin and teasingly brush at my cock, which sends me into a shuddering groan, my eyes sliding shut for a moment. Quietly, again, "I'm sure you're a natural. Do well, and," you tease at my cock again, then take your index finger and thumb in an o shape, and slip them over the head, and up to squeeze its base hard, causing another shudder and catching of breath, several stuttering whimpers muted by the toy cock. You pause, grinning, watching my chest heave, my eyes haze over more completely, "Do well, and you will be rewarded. Okay?" It's not like I don't know what to do. I mean, I know how she does it to me, and I know what I like. However, we've talked before about my vague bisexual curiosity, and the thought of her gripping my hair and fucking my face is almost enough to make me cum then and there. The though of 'practice' does almost as much. It takes a moment for me to register that you're waiting for a response, and I nod once, not shifting my head much. You smile more warmly at the nod, "Good boy. I see you already know how to keep your teeth from what's in your mouth..." you begin, achingly slowly, sliding more of the toy into my mouth, I groan, and my eyelids flutter shut. My nostrils flare as I suck in air, trying to keep air flowing to my lungs while my mouth is invaded. You push the cock further and further past my lips, "Run your tongue along the underside, teisuu. Swirl it around the head, try to wrap it around the head for me." I try, knowing successfully wrapping my tongue around the head isn't necessary. I slide the flat of my tongue along the underside of the phallus in my mouth, eyes still shut, trying to keep my breathing even. I start to gag after another few moments, my throat fluttering a little, trying to reject what's being pressed in. You notice quickly, and pull back just a hair and stop, holding the cock stuffed in my mouth as far as i can take it for now. After a few long moments, feeling floaty, not quite here, I open my eyes, and look up and over at you again. You're not really smiling anymore, but you don't look displeased exactly. You look like you want to knock me over and rape me. You say, your arousal betrayed by glistening I can see on inner thigh and by the unevenness of your breathing, after a moment, "Don't worry about gagging, teisuu. We'll see if we can get you to stop that another time." Then you very slowly pull the cock back out. Stopping when just the head is still trapped in my mouth. You have me suck on just the head for a while, which feels good. I like the feeling of sucking on something. After a moment you let my suction start to draw the cock back into my mouth, then withdraw. The feeling of the cock sliding out from between my lips against the applied suction is wonderful, drawing a moan that gets muffled by the toy. I don't know how long we "train." I'm not even sure of what all we do. I'm off, gone, floating, needing and wanting nothing more than your voice telling me what to do, either by suggestion, or direct order. Coming to enjoy more and more, through the haze, the feel of something being slid in and out of my mouth, fighting suction that caves in my cheeks. I get a few red marks on my sides when I accidentally relax and let my teeth touch the toy. You have me practice tightening and loosening my lips a little while fucking the phallus in and out of my mouth. You have me practice in several more positions, guiding my head as I bob up and down on the toy from above, your hand in my hair. You have me practice using hands and mouth at the same time, pumping or twisting at the base of the toy, while lapping and sucking at the upper part. You stop, finally, with me on my back, and pull the cock completely from my mouth, resting it on my lips. I sigh a little as the head of it pops from between full lips, then moan softly and open my mouth again, both stretching my somewhat-aching jaw and hoping, perhaps, for more. Your voice is a little hoarse, and has been for sometime, "Good, good boy. You really are a natural. And now ... your reward." You put the toy out of the way and straddle my stomach, leaning forward to give me access to a full firm breast, and the hard nipple that juts from it. I nip greedily at the offered nub, sucking hard. You shudder and moan, grinding down against my stomach as I roll my tongue around your nipple, leaving a trail of wetness just above my belly button. With a soft sigh, you straighten, pulling the firm flesh from my mouth. I let my head fall back after your breast is out of reach, breathing hard, eyes still shut. You're still grinding down on me, and I can feel almost nothing other than that, the softness of your thighs where they grip my sides, and the wetness trickled from earlier that's pressed into my sides, and the throbbing of my cock. My whole body seems to hum with it. You run a finger down my nose, then around slightly parted, parched lips as you whisper, "Your reward is to cum without permission, and to do as you wish with your hands, teisuu. You are getting a ... demonstration." At that you lean forward, and slide yourself slowly downwards, dragging your breasts over my face, chest, stomach. My legs splay further, making room between them as you lift my cock from where it lays against my body and wrap your lips around the base, running your tongue in strokes along the softer underside of my cock for a moment before you drag your lips up and over the turgid head, popping your lips around it before dropping your head, enveloping the entire length of my sex in the warmth of your mouth and throat, letting your tongue drag along the underside as you take me into your mouth. I moan loudly at the strokes of tongue, my hips moving slightly with your tongue. The moan gets higher in pitch before turning into a sighing sound of pleasure as full lips slide up my throbbing shaft. I gasp and my back arches, my hips lifting towards your face. I make an almost shockingly loud, gasping inhalation, followed by a high-pitched, mournful moan as I am slid into your mouth. My toes try to curl up, my hands claw at the bed beneath us before one moves to your head, not holding, or directing or guiding, simply gripping your hair. It's all I can do not to cum then and there, to not spray the back of your throat with thick, creamy cum. You move your head up, till just my head is in your mouth, then let it drop back down while one of your hands begins to pull and squeeze at my balls as they try to pull up against my body. You pull my cock from your mouth, and lap at the underside, stopping to flick your tongue at the most sensitive part, just under the head, which sets me shivering, croaking, trying to moan. After a few moments of that, you take me back in your mouth and begin rabid bobs of your head, fucking me with your mouth. I don't last much longer, writhing on the bed, my hips moving up to meet the downward movement of your mouth. My body tenses, and I lift up into your mouth, before gasping loudly, crying out, as much as I ever do, mournfully as my cock begins to twitch and jump in your mouth, hot cum shooting to the back of your throat in several thick blasts, causing you to moan around the flesh in your mouth. You move so that just my head is in your mouth, and milk my cock slowly with your fingers, swallowing quickly, gulping down the creamy warmth, licking up the rest. My body relaxes as the last few dribbles are collected by your tongue, and my grip loosens in your hair, combing it lightly. You hold my cock in my mouth till it's almost completely soft, then let it fall from your lips, and sigh happily, crawling up to kiss my cheek before laying down next to me, resting with your head on my chest, snuggled in the crook of an arm. I haven't moved. I'm still gasping for air and recovering from orgasm. You murmur, "I hope you learned something tonight." and ... when i attempt to reply with, "Yes. Thank you.", all that comes out is an incoherent, happy mewling sound. You chuckle and pinch at a nipple, then go back to resting quietly, snuggled against me. After a few moments, you roll back over and pull me onto my side and snuggle your back up against me, pulling my free arm around you. You fall asleep quickly like that, and I follow suit not long after. A Lesson About Denial My wife and I were laying on the couch together. It was early in the evening and TV seemed to be only reruns of sitcoms. She leaned in closer to cuddle. My mind thought how nice this was for a change but my body took it another way. I kissed and caressed her neck as innocently as I could but she was wise to the true intent of my affections. "Are you horny again?" she asked. Before I could answer, she continued. "I know how this ends. We work ourselves up to a heated frenzy and then one of us gets satisfied and the other one doesn't. Guess which one I am." "But I try every time to..." "I know. And it isn't ALL your fault. And its not one thing. Sometimes I do just want you to enjoy me. Other times, the real world to-do list pops into my head and...well, I can't get all the way to orgasm after that." She leaned in to give me an "Its OK" peck on the lips. "So when you know you can't, your arousal just vanishes?" "No, that's the worst part. Its not 'on' and 'off' for women. Foreplay, which I LOVE, is to work me up but the other side is just a gradual of a slope. Our bodies stay aroused longer. It's torture. You lay there spooning me in post coital bliss while I'm still very aroused all the while knowing it would be fruitless to work you up again." "I don't know what you mean..." "I know why you don't know what I mean. You can go from seeing a big rack in a v-neck sweater bend over in front of you to spew in the flick of a wrist and usually do." "I...uh...", had no defense. She got a thoughtful look on her face. "I have an idea" she eased out. "Why don't we let you see how it feels. It will be like little lesson for you. Learn by doing." "What do you mean?" "Why don't we let you be horny for a while. With no chance of release" "Sure, but, the moment you turn your back, I'm probably going..." She winks and says, "If you trust me, I can think of one way to prevent that. If you can't reach it, you can't spank it so to speak." My sweet, adorable wife walks over to the closet where we keep some camping equipment and pulls out a coil of 3/4" soft cotton rope and dangles it in front of me striking a devious pose. I trusted her and apparently the throb in my pants did to. "Now trust me, if I am going to be tied up in bed for any length of time, I will most likely fall asleep." "So best case, you fall asleep, worst case, you learn what it feels like to be me for once...or visa-versa" she rebuts. "I'm in...but what if this is too much a lesson for me?" This busty brunette begins to back her words up with some womanly charm to sway me."Just admit defeat and I will cut you loose....literally. Now go strip and lay down in the bed, I am going to search the net for a few things. Oh and get out the box of toys under the bed. Clean them up and line them up on the nightstand. They might come in handy." I did as she directed. It was odd to see our little collection of adult toys all out on the nightstand in the open. Thirty minutes later she came in with a grin and the coil of rope cut up into various more useful lengths. "Ready to begin?" she asked. I nod and with the first rope in her hands ties my wrists together leaving a tail to attach to something else. She raises my bound writs over my head and secures the bundle to the headboard. She next put a little pillow under my head for comfort and grabbed another section of rope. "What more?" I asked. "I know you. You would wiggle around until your dick is up there by the headboard near your hands. This second rope is only to prevent that." With that, she tied my ankles together and took the rope down to the bed frame. She increased the tension until I scooted down some. This pulled on my arms a little more but my legs were now a good bit loose. Finally she tugged on the rope again and tied it off. Now for the first time, I started to feel like this was real...it was happening. I was a little scared but a lot more excited. She had done a good job. The bindings were snug but not painful. I was comfortable but confined. I was in the protection of my home but fully exposed (and naked) on my bed. I was up to the whim of her lessons. "I can see you already have a serious hard-on," she states. "Would you help me with it?" I tested. "Oh, I will. Here is what I have been doing. I Googled a few web sites on "how to drive your man crazy in bed" and "what to do after you tie him up." I found lots of articles and pictures and a few erotic short stories. I did read that you shouldn't have an erection for more than 4 hours but I think 2 should be safe enough." I swallowed. She reached down and grabbed my sac and with a firm squeeze pulled them up away from the protection of my bound thighs. Working the boys with her hands she assured me, "Trust me, I am going to make sure we are not going to have a problem with falling asleep on this bed for the rest of the day." After a devious smile, she strolled out and I began to rethink this predicament. My prick is trying to break out an run after her. I am dying to grab him and release it and the bittersweet agony I am in but the ropes are taught and tied well. I suffer for a while until she returns. She rolls me towards one side and places a small pillow next to my back to keep me there. I realize I was helpless to roll myself and also helpless to do anything about that pillow which has me propped on my right side at a 45 degree angle. My sultry spouse now lays next to me. I'm lower in the bed than normal so her head is right above mine and I'm sure she can feel my breath on her chest. A "how is it going" grin is on her face. "I see your dick is laying over on your leg. Your hard but not as much as you were when we started. Still, we can't let that happen." She has my complete attention. She continues, "Don't my lips look luscious?" She puckers. "And how about this cleavage?" One arm scoops around the pair and with a squeeze, the cleavages deepens. I'm still ogling them when she surprises me with a deep and sexual kiss on my lips. "Let me check your wrists dear." Her long brown hair breezes over my face followed by her 38Ds. The stay pressed against my face while her longer than necessary examination of my bound wrists drags on. She finally pulls back, looks into my eyes and glances down to my responding cock. "That's more like it" she purrs. I plead for her to let me go, masturbate me, anything. "We can quit anytime you can assure me I won't ever be left wanting.". I just swallow. She take my silence as an agreement to continue this lesson. Removing the back pillow, she rolls me back on my back and climbs on top for some intense kissing. She focuses on my mouth and nipples and alternates between them often. I moan with pleasure. She often teasing with me with her hair or bust. Brushing both over sensitive parts of my body. I can tell from her breathing and a pair of very erect nipples that she is getting aroused by this too. She leaves and for a while but returns faithfully two or three more times for arousal checks. Each time she achieves her purpose and my aching dick continues to point the ceiling out to anyone who would enter. The last check was focused on my nipples. She licked sucked and pinched each one all while her other hand held and tugged on my balls. I think she did it this way to let me know who was in control. She wanted to remind me who was teaching and who was supposed to be learning. Some self-reflection time began when she entered the closet and ended when she returned wearing only her black demi-bra and panties she had on today.. After a short stop into the bathroom, I notice that her makeup had been touched up and somewhere she had found a tube of really red lipstick that she was either for a specific outfit or nighttime roll-playing games. Her slender neck was emitting a naughty perfume scent. "What are you going to do now?" It was more of a beg than a question. Silently, she goes into the nightstand and picks out a harlequin and flips to a particular dog eared page. She repeats the 45 degree roll and pillow stop position and lays next to me again and begins to quietly read. Back on my side facing her, she makes sure I can see her face and feel the pace of her breaths and watch her chest rise and fall as she is scanning the alluring pages. Every now and then she shifts her position but seems to be getting closer. Pages are turning. She glances at me and my predicament every now and then and even a few times runs her hands over something sensitive. A pinch here and there keeps my breath with her. Once she wraps her hand over my still hard cock. It feels like a velvet flame has engulfed me. I inhale three breaths at once. She does not move it neither up nor down. There is no caress. She squeezes it a few times testing its firmness and then denies me again by removing it. How I savored that most wanted touch. Much more than any touch in many years. But her hand is still busy. Reaching inside her bra, she first brushes and then outright plays with her own nipples now. Next her hand lingers south. She traces the her pussy through the fabric. The black panties start to show a dark stain where her fingers have traced. Her breath quickens. Mine follows. Sex and passion now pour out from her and swirls around me and drips over the edge of the bed. The tide has obviously turned. It is about her now. She keeps reading while her other hand grabs the vibrator. She holds it up to my hands and I turn the dial to a medium level and she takes it down to the dark spot of those panties and it repeats what her fingers just did, but slower and more forcefully. Temporarily holding the phallus with her thighs, her free hand turns the page and then pulls her hefty boob out of the bra and lays the nipple in my mouth. I do as expected and begin to suckle and flick my tung across the engorged treat. After a few delicious moments of that she drops the book, removes her bra and panties. With the book hand, she pulls herself closer to my head. The other hand turns the vibrator to high and works the dildo so it alternates between her clit and the vagina. I can tell this from the sound and motion around me but my vision is blocked. One breast is pushing its nipple to the back of my throat and the other orb lays across my face. Her sweat is the lubrication between us. Her moans outdo mine of the previous hour now. The final phase of this episode had my head pressed tightly between both breast and the vibration releasing her orgasm. Her whimpers and moans are close to my ears. She pulls out the now silent toy and squeezes me ever so tightly as fading aftershocks still wash over her. I lust to be in her. With bedroom eyes, she slides down and guides my prick up in her. I gasp and struggle for a following breath. It feels divine and the slurping sounds reiterates how wet she really is. But the lesson is still on. She does not rock or tease or set up like I expect at this point. She goes side to side grinding her dew all over my tortured core. And to another gasp, removes herself completely. This gasp is followed by whimpers as I realize this was just more torture. The lesson is to continue. The demi-bra could go on but the panties are, for the moment, ruined. They were damp from the days routines but now are soaked from their part in this play. She looks at me and grins. "This might actually serve some purpose. If I remember you correctly, you have been aroused more than once by a personal musky scent of mine." I am at a loss for words. I dare not agree nor disagree for I don't want her to know how much her scent arouses me. "I'm going to bathe and leave you for the longest interval yet but I want you to keep that woody of yours while I get cleaned up". She puts the panties over my head. My eyes peer through the leg holes and my wet nose tells me exactly where the crotch has ended up. I slowly inhale. Her strong scent will fill my every breath now. I know now she actually intends for me to be with erection and without release for some time. She goes around behind me and using a shoe string cinches up the buttocks portion of the panties. Now they are stretched tight across my face. The wetness now covers my nose and mouth and any ideas I had of slipping them off is now gone. Satisfied that I will be thinking about her the whole time, she leaves. The bath water runs but my attention is now on the problem right in front of my face. Its working. Every breath is a reminder of her sex and my lust. Time passes but yet I remain erect. Suffering. Learning my lesson. I am writhing uncontrollably when I realize I can roll a little towards the prop pillow which slid out during her orgasm and get some friction against my cock. I start to work up a rhythm to end my torment. Before I can finish, I hear "tsk, tsk, tsk...no, that isn't happening." The pillow is jerked away. Now she is not aroused. Now her mind is back on her goals. "No release. Time isn't up yet. We are going the full distance." she starts. She gives me some slack in the legs. Rolls me completely over on a short stack of pillows at my chest. A rope around one lower thigh is added. Its other end is snaked under the bed and back up to the other leg. Tension is increased and other ropes adjusted until I am comfortable but taught again. I am now face down. My chest is resting on some pillows and my arms are stretched to the head of the bed. My feet are still together and anchored to the foot of the bed but now my ass is up in there air and my knees are apart. I am way more immobile than I was the previous hour and a half and significantly more exposed. "I wasn't going to do this but...you were cheating," she ends in a sing-song voice. She lubed up small but plug and went back around to my rear. After lubrication my anus, she worked the plug in and out in smaller but increasing depths. My erection now hung down but remained as firm as ever. I didn't know it could ache so much nor did I know there were this many levels of horny. It was going to stay that way because I couldn't do anything about it and she wasn't going to release me. Her interests were not about her anymore. They were about torturing me but in, as she put it, "a loving way". She would start and stop. Work to deeper and then back up to shallow. Remove and plunge. Finally, she sank it all the way in and then begin to work it like a joy stick. I moaned through the used panties. Yes, the panties that my face was now pushing deep into a pillow. She left for a while and let me contemplate my predicament once again. The anal intrusion could not be ejected and the pressure seemed to intensify my cock. I felt her sit on the side of the bed. I turned my head and could see she was in a tight pink t-shirt and gray cotton panties. Her grin was perplexing. "Had enough?" she asked. I could only groan. Her bra-less melons were pulling the t-shirt this way and that. They moved and flowed with every shift of her posture. She looked down at her chest and back at me. A little shocked, she realized I was in a new hyper lustful state of mind. Once she had ever seen before. She was now curious. She wondered how horny could I get? How horny can a women make a man? Could she get an answer on this question? She could sure try. "I was going to let you out now to do whatever but we still have some unused toys. I mean, I can't end this with out going the whole ten yards." My heart rate quickened as I knew she could only be referring to that first butt plug I had bought. It was a mistake. It was too big for either one of us. "but..." I tried to mummer. "Exactly...where it goes," she punned with an evil grin. "The way I see it, the little one has been in for fifteen or more minutes so you are probably stretched out enough to actually take the large one for once." She grabs it and begins to shine it up with the remainder of lube. "Come on baby, don't disappoint me. Take it like a man." This one had ridges. Bulbous ridges stack one atop another each increasing in size. Four or five before you get to the large one that will seal itself in. I didn't remember but thought if I counted, it might take my mind away from this..." PLOP! She pulled the small one out. She began rubbing more lubrication around my anus and then crack and whole ass. She even squirted some directly into my hole for good measure. She did all this quickly before my sphincter started to remember to close. The first bulb followed by the second. "one...two" I said a bit louder than I thought. "Oh, your counting your way up to the big one huh?...OK" "three.... ... four..... ... FIVE... ." The anus pulled it in. I now felt stuffed and my penis began really dripping pre-cum. She tried to move this one around like the last. "Wow, " she began "this monster is really in there tight. I mean, I can't budge it. I'm trying but I can't work this like I could the other one. I'm impressed your not crying by now." After a couple of light lubed hand spanks, she did what I feared she was going to do. "We'll, you got it in without too much of a fuss so I'm going to assume you like it. Like it enough to leave it in you for a while." Then she got down close to my head and whispered, "you should see yourself, bound on the bed with a pair of girly panties tied to your face. I mean it seems like the whole purpose of this position is for showing off this large dildo sticking in your ass and spreading your shiny lubed-up cheeks. You can also clearly see this very purple dick of yours twitch with every heartbeat. I mean, honey, how much more blood can your perverted mind put in there. Its larger than I have ever seen it. It's so sad...one breath from me and I'm sure your misery would end..." She pulled the panties down to cover my eyes and walked out and let me visualize and ponder her monologue...which obviously was written and spoken to further the lesson. I really lost track of time now. The next thing I remember was the tension in my sore arms was released and the pillows were moved around a bit. The panties were pulled off my head but the scent was still there. My eyes adjusted. "Lick" she commanded. "When you lick me to orgasm, I will release you. It is up to you what you do next. My guess is that.....Mmmmmmmmm" I was licking with every ounce of my energy. "My guess is..." she began again, "you have three options when your hands are free. Get the plug out...not likely as in you need to cum right away. Ahhhhhhhoption 2 is you masturbate with the intruder up your ass until you decorate the ceiling or put your eye out with the jism that is going to spew forth.....oooooooor......three, bury that cock of yours inside my pussy and pump like a dog in heat until you collapse." With that third and obvious option out on the table she pulled her mound away and put two condoms on me before releasing my ankles, thighs and arms. She had driven me crazy. I grabbed the little minx and threw her on the bed. I could not take the time to remove the desensitizing condoms. I could not take the time to remove my hulking anal probe (everything was to slippery down there to do so anyway). I had to fuck her right then and there. The condoms were thick and I buried it all up inside her. She let out a surprised yell at my forceful aggression. I began to pump and saw her like no other time before. She grabbed her swaying chest to hold them steady as the bed rocked. She rolled and pinched both of her nipples. Her face was telling me an orgasm wasn't far off. The wicked double layer of latex was more troublesome than I thought it would be. I kept pumping and pumping, trying to get the friction in just the right place. Finally, I cried out as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced hit me like tidal wave. My still engorged member deep inside began to pulse with every wave and spurt. I have no memory of what was said during this exchange but I'm sure it wasn't understandable...and very primitive. A Lesson About Denial I lay there a short time later and then pulled the overflowing condoms off my, for the fist time in two and a half hours or more, deflating cock. I excavated that horrible dildo out of my sore ass. My arms were stiff from the bondage. My lips were chapped from pleasing her flesh. I feel asleep with a smile on my face; dreaming about how I could give her something this fulfilling. She slept beside me satisfied as well. A Lesson About Driving Drunk I bring you your Girl Scout cookies myself. Cheryl has taken the critters up to hers for the day and asked me to deliver all the cookies. I ring your bell and eventually you open the door wearing just a long fluffy rob and glasses. I've always had a thing for women in glasses. You apologize for your appearance and I tell you you look fine. I ask if your sick and you tell me just hungover. You say you went to the ex last night. "You didn't drive home drunk did you?" I ask. You say "Yea. I know I'm bad." I tell you very bad. You could have killed yourself or someone else. "I know." I open your screen door and step inside and close the inner door. You timidly ask me what I'm doing. I say how angry I am that you would be so selfish as to drive drunk. You just lower your head and say I know. I'm sorry. I lightly lift your head so our eyes meet and tell you that I'm going to teach you a lesson about driving drunk. I take hold of the lash on your robe and pull you over to your couch. I sit down on the couch and tell you to get over my knee. You are hesitant at first. "Carolyn," I say. "If I have to pull you over my knee myself your bottom is really going to be sore." I undo the lash on your robe. and it falls open before you have a chance to keep it closed. I see how your naked under the robe but don't say anything. I notice how well you groom yourself. "Get over my knee right now." I order. You reluctantly lean over and lay across my lap. You can already feel my hardness pressing into you. I lift the back of your robe exposing your sexy bottom and pretty tattoo on your lower back. I softly and tenderly caress your bottom. My finger tips barely grazing across your skin. Suddenly, I raise my hand and start spanking your backside hard. You cry out with each slap on your check. Alternating from the left side to the right side and spanking all around your bottom. I can hear you suck in air with each stinging slap of my hand. After several hard spanks I stop and begin caressing your bottom again. I tell you how disappointed I am that you would put yourself at risk and even risk making your son an orphan. You tell me you know and that your sorry. That you couldn't help yourself. I tell you that I can't help myself right now. My fingers are slowly making their way down towards your love. I can already feel the heat coming from there. I lightly run my fingers over your smooth opening. I glide back towards your red bottom. I start spanking you again. Your legs are starting to kick so I wrap my leg over them to keep you still. I continue to spank you. After several minutes of my stinging spanks I stop. I reach under and feel your wetness. I take my other hand and grab you by the hair and lightly tug your head up. "You like this don't you?" Breathlessly you reply "Uh huh." I take my thumb and slide it in your backside. You let out a soft moan as my finger enters your tightness. I take two other fingers finger and slide them in your love. I slowly wiggle my fingers and thumb while they are inside you. Your soft moans are enough to make me grind into you with my hardness. I pull my fingers out and lift you up. I tell you to remove your robe. Once it's off you push me back on the couch and lean in and we kiss passionately. You reach down to undo my fly and let my eagerness out. You lower yourself onto me and wrap your arms around my neck. My hand caressing your soft smooth thighs and warm tender backside. As you slowly glide yourself up and down on my hardness we again kiss passionately. I reach up and pinch your nipples hard. You in turn moan and kiss more eagerly. I reach around and grab your hold of your ass. I slowly stand as you are hanging on to me. As I start walking towards your bedroom you are still gliding up and down on me. Kissing deeply. As I reach your bed I slowly lay you down. I take your legs and rest them on my shoulders. I start thrusting into you with urgency. Our eyes locked on each other. I lean down and kiss and suck on your nipples. Soon we are both breathing heavily and know that our mutual climax is near. You slide further up on the bed and I follow. I reenter you and you wrap your legs around me and pull me close. I continue to thrust into you. Aching for release. We kiss passionately. Soon our embrace reaches it's peak. We both climax together in a tight embrace. After several minutes we regain our composure. Oh my God is all you can say. We both chuckle. "I hope that teaches you a lesson about driving drunk," I say. You tell me,'I don't know. I may need a few more lessons."