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Be Careful

By: Enygma55



I was on my way back home to her. She had decided to be extra bratty, sassy, sarky and fiery; she just kept trying to provoke me until she did. I didn't lose my temper or explode and take her or punish her in the frenzy she wished for because I am in control. I left her bound and gagged on our bed. She always hated being alone and I am sure the fun of being helpless was just adding to her misery. I love my little slut, my darling, my babydoll but she can drive a man insane sometimes with her acting out. Now, I was on way back with a "surprise" for her, one she always thought she wanted but we would see. 

Once I was back home, went to check on her and still found her bound and gagged though she was a little tangled up and it was quite apparent that she was pissed off at being left all alone for so long. She glared at me as I walked in and mumbled something through the gag. I smirked at her and wagged a finger at her. Her brown eyes just glared at me then she looked away. Snapping my fingers which she ignored which led to me grabbing her chin and forcing her to look me in the eyes.

"You have been such a bad girl, I have something for you," I whispered into her ear, right before biting her neck hard. 

The look of apprehension in her eyes was worth it. Still gripping her chin I kissed her hard, lightly biting her lower lip. I reached over to my bag of toys and pulled out her nipple clamps. She looked at me and mumbled something again as I held them up for her. She squirmed as I put them on and she glared at me. She is adorable when she is made, so full of cute little fire and threat that scared me not at all. Her big brown and plump lips were made for being cute. Lindsey moaned as the clamps settled on her nipples; she tired to keep me from hearing by turning her head away but I still heard it. I kissed her bare stomach and worked my way lower kissing her hips and inner thighs. She spread her legs, trying to encourage me to lick her pussy. But, I didn't. I could smell and see how wet she was from her punishment and the teasing I had been giving her. Not to sound like an arrogant bastard but I could get this girl wet whenever I wanted. Lindsey is my little fuck toy. I smiled at her before leaning down and licking her pussy just once, I could feel her shudder as I did so. I stood up and walked away.

I heard a questioning mumble as I walked out the bedroom door.

I unwrapped her surprise then brought it into the bedroom.

Her surprise was a lovely, tattoed, naughty girl of my acquaintance whom I had spent many hours discussing stories and fantasies with, hers not mine. I was a mentor to her in lifestyle but in this case she wanted to be apart of it. Her hair was currently red, it changed frequently as long as I had known her. I was leading her in on a leash and collar and besides that she was naked. Lindsey, stared stunned at this because I was always against sharing her with anyone else. But little did she know, she should have been careful about what she wished for. I snapped my fingers and Sara, knelt down in front of me. Looking down at her the girl reach up and undid my pants. I was hard, very hard as Sara looked up at me and I nodded.

"Take it out and suck on it, slut," I told her.

Lindsey watched the other girl as she took my cock out from boxers and started sucking on my cock. I split my attention between the girl licking and sucking and the girl that was on the bed. She was struggling, and watching; looking shocked, surprised, lustful and more than a little jealous. I had always been focused on her, nothing moving me from my desire for her and it always had made her a little too secure. Sara kept sucking on my cock and she was good, damn good. Grabbing her hair I pulled her off of me and she looked up at me, with a pleading look in her eyes. 

"Now now, you know why you are here so get to it," I told Sara.

She glanced over at the bed and shook her head, hesitating. Grabbing the leash, I pulled on forcing her closer to the bed. Sara shook her again a little vehemently. I spanked her ass hard, twice. I do have to say it was a rather nice view as the girl climbed onto the bed between Lindsey's legs. She tentatively started kissing at first, causing me to spank her ass again. 

"Oww, stop it," Sara said.

"What was that?" I asked, my voice hard.

"Nothing sir, sorry sir."

"That is better, now make that little slut cum."

Sara nodded and started licking and fingering and sucking on Lindsey's clean shaven pussy. I sat down in a chair and watched occasionally touching either girl when the mood suited me. Lindsey was already moaning and grinding her pussy against the other's girl face trying to get her to go deeper or suck harder or bite... you never know with my girl. Lindsey met my gaze and I could tell she wanted her gag out and her hands free but I just shook my head. I reached out and tugged on the chain attached to her clamps causing her to writhe a little more. 

"Oh that is a good little slut, does she enjoy having another girl lick her pussy? Do you like the clamps slut?" I ask rhetorically.

She just manages a nod.

Grabbing Sara's hair I pull her off the pussy she is enjoying and place a serious kiss on her. She melts against me as we kiss and I open my eyes and look at Lindsey, she has this angry, lustful look as she watches us kiss. 

"Make her cum, now," I order Sara.

Sara dove back into that pussy with a hunger. She licked, fingered and sucked on Lindsey's pussy. The girl started moaning and bucking and I leaned forward as time when on watching closely, my breath on Lindsey's neck. I could see her getting closer and closer and Sara working harder and harder to get her to cum.

"Cum for me slut," I whisper in my girl's ear.

Lindsey's yelled against her gag and she squirted all over Sara's face. Drenching the bed and the other girl with her juices. Sara, apparently, had been fingering herself as she went down on the other girl and came just afterwards. I growled at that and spanked her ass hard.

"You don't get to cum unless I say so little one," I told her as I pulled her off the bed and onto my lap.

"Count,"

Spank.

"One," Sara says, softly.

Spank, harder.

"Two."

Spank, causing my had to vibrate.

"Three," she yells out.

Lindsey watches as I spank this girls ass hard 17 more times. My hand aches and her ass I bright red by the end. She tries to escape around 12 and begs for me to stop when she fails to get away but she keeps counting as I continue to spank her ass. I brush her hair back from her face once I am done.

"It's done, slut now you remember that when you feel the need to cum. Only with permission," I tell her, gently.

I move her off of me, making sure she is steady before turning the chair around. The back facing the bed, I take her and lean her over the back, her ass and pussy at a good height as I rub my cock along her pussy. 

"Look at each other," I order both girls as I slide into Sara's wet, tight pussy.

She moans and immediately drops her head. I grab her hair and pull hard on it making her head come back up as I fuck her pussy. Pounding the new girl from behind I look around and stare into Lindsey's eyes. She is filled with lust and jealous as I fuck the other girl. The straps creak and groan as she tries to get free and she says something into the gag but I just keep staring at her as I fuck this girl. 

"Oh god, sir, oh god, you feel so good," Sara moans out as I pull her hair harder," Please fuck me."

I don't acknowledge her as I continue to pound her pussy but I smirk at Lindsey.

"Ooooo," the girl said as I grind my cock into her pussy. She starts thrusting back harder against me as I fuck her.

Lindsey struggles more and more but never takes her eyes off of mine as I fuck Sara. 

I reach around and pinch her nipples, grab her throat and choke her as I fuck her tight pussy. She moans louder and louder, slamming her pussy on my cock.

"Please , please, sir, please, sir may I cum?"

"No slut, you have to wait," I order her as ravish her pussy.

She whimpers but I see her hands dig into the back of the chair and her knuckles get white as she attempts to control herself. She feels good, her pussy is wet and tight and I am enjoying watching Lindsey watch us fuck. It is driving her crazy, horny and jealous is not the best combination to be when tied to a bed. Sara gets reduced to pure grunts and moans as I fuck her. 

"You may cum now," I tell her.

Sara groans out as and tried to look down but I grab her hair and keep her staring at Lindsey as she cums like a slut for me.

"Good slut, cum for me."

"Yeeess... sir."

With a final moan, she cums all over my hard cock and then goes limp on the chair.

Pulling out, I walked around the chair and stare down at Lindsey. I start stroking my cock as I look at my helpless girl. She struggles and her eyes are begging for me to fuck her but I don't move just stroking my cock. I cum on her stomach as she watches. Sara sighs as she looks on but my entire focus is on Lindsey.

I look over at Sara and smile. 

"Go get dressed and I will take you home," I tell her.

"Yes sir," she instantly says and walks out of the bedroom.

I sit down on the bed next to Lindsey and take off the gag.

"What was that?" Lindsey asks, once she takes a moment to get her jaw working.

"What was what?"

"Why did you do that?"

"You needed to learn to be careful on what you wish for, darling," I tell her.

"Yes, sir," She says quietly," But it was hot."

"I know you enjoyed it my love but You are mine."

"Yes sir but why did you fuck her? What does that make you?"

"Master of you both."

Be Careful



I put this in the none erotic section because although it does have some sex it's not much and it's mostly if not all true. But it's not a stroke story by an means nor is it a romance or novel. I considered N/C but this is too true to fit there. And yes the girl, in fact all the girls in this story are above 18.

*****

Ever notice how our first sexual encounter molds the rest of our lives? I was hanging with some friends, (we were just out of school 18 and bored), when my encounter happened. We were at some older guys house that I didn't know and I was walking around being nosey I guess when I glanced in a half open door and saw a naked girl spread out on a bed. She appeared to be sleeping and although I couldn't see much I saw enough to get my teenage hormones boiling. I tried not to be obvious but geez, hello, there is a naked girl, how am I supposed to ignore that? After a few more glances the older guy just said, "Hell, boy, if you want to look then go in and look?" 

Uh, uh, what do I say, am I that obvious? Of course I was there was a naked girl right there in plain sight. Ok, not so plain but still there was a naked girl. So I fidgeted around and finally decided the embarrassment of being so eager faded into the background of my brain as my desire fanned up to a roaring flame. "What if she wakes up?" I asked. 

"Just give her a lick or two first and then fuck her!" was his reply, said as calmly as if he were suggesting I get her a glass of water. 

"Will she get mad?" was my stupid response. Well maybe stupid to you but it was a fair question to me; I was raised to respect women's wishes. In my world if she got mad then I got in trouble. But what he said next shaped my mind, even now 40 years later. 

"Just do what you want to her, and make her like it!"

Just like that with out any more ado he changed the rest of my life. 

A naked girl was right on the other side of that door. All I had to do was go in and make her like it. So I did, well I can't say for a certainty that I did because I was so naive at that time, I didn't know that women actually had orgasms like guys. I walked in the room as if I belonged there and she was grabbing the covers and trying to cover up. She then started telling me to get out, and as I ignored her protests she got even louder with them. I ignored them still and started pulling the covers out of her hands. I had a naked woman within my grasp and I'm not sure if anything could have stopped me but her words sure as hell didn't deter me. I grabbed her ankles and held them as she kicked and squirmed. She was screaming by this time and fighting like crazy. I was so focused on her body and getting my hands on it that I didn't even notice her scratching. 

I remembered how he had told me to give her a lick or two first and I assumed he knew what to do so I worked my way up her legs. She was fighting and it took all my strength to get her legs to open far enough to get my face where I wanted it but I made it. Now how to lick it? Lick it like an ice cream cone or lick it softly as if testing its taste? I had no idea what to do so I just ran my tongue up it in a broad stroke. "Not bad," I thought to myself not realizing I must have had some doubts, after all she does piss out of there doesn't she? Anyway after that first pass of the tongue I decided to do it again but this time I pressed a little harder. That time as I pressed in I got past the hair and tasted something soft. 

Now that got my attention so I really dug in and probed some more. This time I pushed my tongue in and roamed around. The more I roamed around the less she fought. Interesting! So I roamed and started paying attention to her responses. 

I don't know how long this went on but after a while her hands were no longer pushing me away but pulling my hair and her crotch was smashed into my nose. She was grinding my face, hell I thought she would bust my lip she was pushing so hard. 

Did she have an orgasm? I don't have a clue all I know is after a while I noticed a change; she started pulling away and begged me to stop. "Please!" she cried out and some how I knew that was a different plea than before so I stopped and with an instinct I didn't know I had I crawled right up and sunk right into her. 

Ok; I admit it wasn't that easy, she was fighting again, "no, no, you can't" and all that noise and her hands and legs were pushing me away but it was too late. I had to struggle, I know the stories here make it sound so easy but when they wiggle and squirm around and really fight it's a bitch to get lined up. 

But I did, and it was like touching a live wire. She never stopped fighting and I held on for dear life, all for about 8 seconds, and then I came. But I held on and kept stroking, I wasn't ready to stop and I wanted more so I kept pushing, in and out watching her eyes the whole time. Over the years I look back and smile. Ah to be young and to be able to fuck straight through a cum and keep going. 

My eyes locked on hers and although she was still saying "no, no", her eyes were showing her defeat. And as I saw that look in her eye it sparked a fire inside of me. I hardened up and started stroking her in longer strokes. Now I'm focused on her eyes as I move. Before when I was licking her I was feeling her response but now as I'm sliding in and out of her I could see her response. 

She was still fighting but I could see it in her eyes, that inner spark of her own. I focused on watching how certain movements changed the way she breathed. I would go fast for a few strokes and she would pant, I would go slow and twist from side to side and she fought. I would tilt my angle and her eyes would close. I became so focused on her eyes that I didn't even notice until it was too late to stop it. I was Cumming again and this time there is no way I could keep going. It just deflated like a balloon. There was no shrinking, the damn thing just quit and tried to crawl back into my belly. 

Now I'm trying to be cool so I gave her a kiss. My mind came back from whatever fog it had disappeared into and I was scared. I moved down just a little and noticed her tits. Now they may not have affected me quite as much as normal being as I had just drained all my sexual into her but still, tits! Real live tits. "Cool," I thought as I started nuzzling them. I pulled them together with my hands and started playing with them. I noticed she was fighting again so I gave them a nip or two with my teeth and told her, "Those are cute, next time I'll pay more attention to them before I lick you down here." Then I patted her pussy. 

All nice and puffy, and wet, and ... OK now was the time to exit the room... She was getting all pissy again, her voice was going back to that high pitched tone she used when I had first grabbed her legs. Only this time I didn't have the strength to fight so I left. Went back into the main room and all the guys were sitting there smoking a joint. They offered me a hit but I just shook my head no and sat lit a cigarette instead. 

No, I didn't want to get high. I was just now coming down from the biggest high I had ever experienced.

I wasn't sure how things would get after the girl got dressed and came out of the room so I decided to get out of there. I mumbled something about how I just remembered some chores I was supposed to get done or some lame excuse and I split.

Now 40 years and 3 failed marriages later with no telling how many women in between I can still tell you that my greatest turn on is when they struggle. Seeing that look in their eyes change from anger at me to anger at them because their body is betraying them is my high. The problem is, role play works a little while but it's not real. The struggles aren't quite hard enough and the screams change too soon. 

Now I'll be the first to admit they don't all give in. Lots just cry, hell some just lay there. What the hell is that all about, I don't want a blow up doll. Geez, get with it, fight me, make me earn it. I've had a few so pitiful I lost my hard on and just gave up. Sorry, it's not about getting off, it's not about pain. All that crap I hear about how it's not about sex it's about violence. I've never hit a woman and some have it me hard enough to tempt me but no, I don't hurt anyone. Ok maybe mentally, but hell life sucks. Some people are tramatized because mommy made them eat their veggies. My point is I'm not trying to hurt anyone, I'm trying to give pleasure. 

One of my favorite challenges are those women who give out that vibe that says "I wouldn't let you wipe dog shit off my shoe." Another favorite is those women who fake it with their husbands or those who only use sex as a tool to get something, those are my favorites. I like those who have no real desire for sex, who thinks it's just a chore. I have no interest in sex pots or sluts. Any woman who is aware of her sexuality and flaunts it gets a bye from me. I want those who most men ignore. Those women who think good sex is a myth. I want a woman to be surprised and flustered when we are done. I want her to think back later, "I'll kill the son of a bitch if I ever see him again and yet as they are saying it they are rubbing their clit." 

Anyway, my point of all this is do your best to make your first encounter as normal as possible. No older neighbor or kinky cousin. Keep it simple other wise you will spend the rest of your life trying to reach a high that might just very well put you in jail for 20+ years. 

As for you ladies who can't believe you're actually reading this trash. Those of you who think all this is fantasy. Watch out, I want to light your fire!



Be Careful Ch. 01



I had been dating Theresa for only a month when things started to get a bit kinky in the bedroom. It started with the old 'If you can put your finger in me then I can put my finger in you' when she was giving me a blowjob one day. I had engaged in this act before so was not put off by this. I think I would do just about anything for this girl, just how much I would eventually find out.

Theresa stands 5 foot 2 and weighs only 55 kilograms and about 10 kilos of that is on her D cup chest! She is a very petite girl but with nice curves and as she works out regularly is quite toned and defined. She has a gorgeous chiselled tummy, rock hard butt, and stunning legs that seem too long for her short frame. She has shoulder length black hair and piercing, light blue eyes that never fail to melt me. It's fair to say, I love her with all my heart.

One night Theresa was out with the girls for a few celebration drinks as she had just got a very large commission check from a property she had sold at work. It was also her friend Lucy's birthday so I was expecting them to have a big one. I was working afternoon shift, finishing at 11.30 but ended up working late until 1.30 am. I called Theresa to let her know I was finished and heading home.

"What took you so long to call me?" She asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"Sorry babe, I had to work late. I thought you'd be staying out all night tonight anyway?" I was surprised she seemed to be waiting to hear from me.

"Well I've had a great night, but now I'm super horny and want to end the night by making you my bitch!" She sounded quite drunk.

"I'm all yours baby!"

I was excited to see this side of her. Although I'd seen her drunk and we've had sex drunk she seemed outwardly aggressive tonight and that was turning me on. My jeans were feeling tighter all the sudden as I thought of her. I found out where she was and told her I would be there to pick her up in 5 minutes.

I pulled up on the street in front of the busy club and saw Theresa standing there with Lucy arm in arm. There was 3 or 4 guys gathered around them trying their best to hit on them but I could see that Lucy could hardly stand up let alone chat to some guys and Theresa was just waving them off in a nonchalant kind of way. God I loved this girl, I trusted her completely and heard her say to the guys as I pulled up "You could never match up to this man here!" Wow. 

Theresa managed to get Lucy buckled up in the back of my car and she hopped in the front, giving me a long intense French kiss. Just the touch of her lips made me turn to goo, and she knew it. Suddenly she broke off the kiss and said in a commanding tone "Lucy's" as she rubbed my thigh and sat back to put her seat belt on.

As I started to drive to Lucy's place I noticed Theresa seemed to be staring at me intently.Taking my eyes off the road for a few seconds I saw her trace her hands over her body as she writhed in the seat. Her hands travelled over her breasts and down her tummy, all the way down her legs and to her ankles as she lifted her knees up towards her chest. She was letting out a long soft moan as she did this. I was finding it very hard to keep my concentration on driving. As her hands travelled back up her legs they worked their way to the inside of her thighs, pushing her mid thigh length, pleated skirt up but not far enough to see any underwear she might have had on. She was clearly rubbing her pussy as her moans became a little louder and her body started to move writhe more violently in the plush leather seat. This went on for about 10 minutes until we arrived at Lucy's house and the entire time she didn't take her eyes off me.

When I pulled into Lucy's driveway Theresa simply got out without saying a word and started to help her friend, who seemed oblivious to the front seat shenanigans, out of the car. I had a raging erection but figured Lucy would never notice so I got out to help. When Lucy was inside safe and sound and we were back in the car Theresa said more than two words to me.

"Did you mean what you said about being all mine tonight honey?" She asked in the sexiest voice I have ever heard and had a slight pout to her lips and a flicker of those long dark eyelashes.

"Of course baby," I melted once again.

"Are you going to be my bitch?" My cock pulsed.

"Yes honey" This was actually turning me on but I figured we would get home and she would just crash out, seeing as how drunk she was.

"Say it then bitch," She commanded.

"I'm going to be your bitch," I couldn't believe what I'd said.

Theresa leaned in to kiss me once again and I could feel her shifting about in her seat as we kissed. She broke off the kiss and brought her pink lacy boy leg underwear up to my mouth. Somehow I knew what she wanted and opened my mouth as she started to roughly stuff the noticeably wet underwear into my mouth. She let out a long loud moan of satisfaction as she did this.

"Suck on that and take me to your place!" She almost shouted as I reversed out of Lucy's driveway and saw her hand return to under her skirt. I was glad she said my place as it was only 5 minutes away from Lucy's and hers was at least 15. We were about 2 streets away when Theresa brought herself to her first orgasm for the night as she literally screamed and thrashed around in the seat. It lasted the rest of the way to my place. When I pulled up in the garage and un clipped my seat belt she grabbed the hair on the back of my head, pulled her knickers out with her other hand and pushed my head down to her crotch and once again, almost screamed at me "Now suck on this!"

I licked and sucked on her pussy with all the excitement that I was feeling and that was a lot. I drove my tongue into her pussy as far as I could as I know how she likes that and then started to flick her clitoris with just the tip. After a few short minutes she started to cum again and held my head as she forced her pussy against my lips almost suffocating me. She sounded almost angry as she shouted "Yeah, suck my fucking pussy bitch, eat my cum!" I had never heard her talk like that before but I was loving it!

After she was satisfied with my pussy eating detail she pulled my head up again by the hair and started to put the underwear back in my mouth. She told me to get out the car, have a shower in the main bathroom as she was going to use the ensuite and wait for her in the living room. She added that I should be naked, on my knees and facing the back sliding door.

"And don't you dare take those panties out of your mouth bitch," She warned. I gave a muffled response through the panties and she could see the smile and excitement on my face. I did as she told me and was waiting on my knees on the plush rug that lay on the tiled floor. After about 5 minutes I heard the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking on he tiled floor as Theresa made her way up the hall. The clicks were slow and sounded deliberate as they grew louder and closer to my ears...

Part 2 coming soon! Feedback welcomed...



Be Careful Ch. 02



I did as she told me and was waiting on my knees on the plush rug that lay on the tiled floor. After about 5 minutes I heard the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking on the tiled floor as Theresa made her way up the hall. The clicks were slow and sounded deliberate as they grew louder and closer to my ears...

"Keep your head down, eyes to the floor" was her simple order as she approached. I saw her white, thigh length, high heel boots come into my view as she circled me like a predator circles its prey. Of course, I couldn't see the tops of the boots with my head down and eyes to the floor but I had seen them on a number of occasions before and they looked so stunning on her gorgeous legs that the image was imprinted on my brain forever.

"You like taking orders from me don't you?" She asked as she pulled the panties from my mouth.

"Yes" It was an honest answer, I love aggressive women.

"Good, I don't like hearing 'no' so from now on you'll answer every one of my questions with a positive answer. Is that understood?" She sounded very firm on this matter so who was I to argue?

"Yes baby" I said warmly.

"I'm not your baby tonight. You're my bitch and I'm your Mistress. Got it bitch?" She snarled at me.

"Yes Mistress"

"Good bitch. You are a fast learner. Are you going to do everything I tell you?" She was putting on that damn sexy voice again... And it's not as if I could say 'no' now is it?!

"Yes Mistress"

"Damn right you will" Her mood seemed to be jumping up and down like crazy. I had a sneaking suspicion this was all part of her game. I felt her putting a leather cuff around my right wrist and when it was deftly fastened she promptly did the same with my left. Next I felt a collar being placed around my neck and once tightened she pulled my arms up so my wrists were behind my neck and secured the leather cuffs to the collar. Her demure hands with her French tipped fingernails traced down my chest and stomach then back up to my chest, stopping to pinch and roll my nipples in her fingertips. God she knows just where my weak spots are after only a few short months! This woman is amazing!

Suddenly my attention was taken away from the wonderful sensations of her fingertips by her hot breath and sultry voice in my right ear. I could feel her hair gently resting on my shoulder, its softness felt great and I was suddenly aware of how alert all my senses were.

"Are you ready to see what your Mistress has in store for you tonight?" A slight groan escaped her lips as she seduced me with just the tone of her voice.

"Yes Mistress, more than ready" I was anxious to see how far this would go. Stepping around to stand directly in front of me she told me to bring my head up. As I looked up and was admiring those sexy, sexy boots I saw what exactly it was that she had in store. This was certainly going further than I had imagined it would. Above her boots were some sheer lace top stockings held in place by a frilly, light pink garter belt but at the centre of it all, a purple latex harness with a 7 inch dildo hanging from it. My girlfriend had a strap-on! Where had she hidden this? In my house? So many questions...

My train of thought was derailed by a sharp slap to my face that brought me back to the dildo jutting out obscenely from Theresa's pelvis, aimed straight at my face.

"Don't just stare at it, suck it bitch!" Theresa yelled. There was aggressiveness but also a sense of fun in her voice. She was enjoying this. I opened my mouth to take the dildo onto my mouth and found that it tasted very familiar. Noticing my reaction Theresa explained "I came on it 4 times tonight before I went out just for you bitch!" And with that said she tried to shove it all the way down my throat. I gagged on it but she did not let up. Instead, she rubbed her hands through my hair and grabbing a fistful in each hand started to plough it deep into my mouth. Each long thrust she would hold it in until my saliva coughed out the side of my mouth as I tried to breath. After about 5 minutes of this she pulled the dildo out and told me to follow her on my knees to the bedroom.

I did my best to keep up with her but it was hard to walk on my knees with my hands tied behind my head. She berated me as I made my way telling me to hurry up and not keep her waiting. As I made my way through the door to the bedroom I saw she had lit a lot of candles in the room and saw a large red velvet bag that I had not seen before sitting on the bedside drawers. Theresa told me to wait at the edge of the bed with my face in the mattress. I did as I was told and heard her closing the door and approaching me once again. 

"I am going to punish you now for taking so long to get into the bedroom" She stated matter-of-factly. Suddenly I felt her leather glove encased hand land its first blow on my right ass cheek. Then 4 more came with deft precision. Then the same was inflicted to my left cheek.

"Do you want to suck my cock again bitch?"

I hesitated but eventually gave in. "Yes Mistress"

"That's not convincing enough bitch!" She yelled and I felt a stinging blow land on my right ass cheek and as quickly as that one had landed another to my left. It felt solid but a little flexible and figured it to be some sort of paddle. 

"I am going to keep smacking your ass until I believe that you want to suck my pussy juices off my girl-cock" She stated calmly as she began raining blows on my now reddening ass.

"Please Mistress, I'll do it, I'll suck your girl-cock" I started to plead. But the blows just kept coming. My ass was really starting to hurt as I broke down to say "PLEASE MISTRESS, GIVE ME YOUR COCK, I WANT IT ALL DOWN MY THROAT AND UP MY ASS!" I was almost weeping.

The ass assault stopped. "Well now" She said with a sound of arrogance and happiness in her voice "You really are a horny bitch aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress, please let me suck on your cock" I was surprised at how genuine it sounded. Was it because I wanted the ass beating to stop or was it because I had wanted this for a long time but had never known how to ask for it. How did she know exactly how to treat me? It had to be what I wanted because my cock was as hard as stone.

"Well how can I refuse a request like that" She said as a large smile crept across her face. Theresa climbed onto the bed but went to grab something from the red bag and as she turned I saw that it was another dildo, larger than the strap-on one attached to her waist. This one had to be 9 inches long and 3 inches thick and was a deep red colour the same as the bag it came from. Theresa positioned herself on her back and slid towards me holding the new dildo in her right hand. As she got closer to me she grabbed me by the hair again and pushed her pussy into my face. Her pussy gets quite wet but I was surprised at just how wet it was right then. Theresa lay back jerking her cock like it was real and every now and then slapped my face with it. She let out a small giggle when she did this but every time it turned into a long deep moan. I was putting in a lot of effort and was rewarded for it with a monstrous orgasm. Theresa held my head tight between her legs as she spasmed violently on the bed and at one stage I swear I felt her squirt into my mouth. Her orgasm subsiding only seemed to spur her on further as she picked up the large dildo and pushed it into my mouth.

"You dirty slut, you've got cum all over your face!" She almost laughed as she pushed the big dildo in my mouth a couple of times. Pulling it from my mouth she turned it around and started to inch it inside her drenched and still pulsing pussy. As it slid in a long low groan escaped her lips and she just lay still for a moment. It didn't take long for her to start moving the big cock inside further and further until it was buried to the hilt inside her. Theresa sat up slightly and grabbed her strap-on cock again aiming it at my mouth. She pushed down on my head with her other hand and started to buck up and down in her sitting position. The bucking motion was causing the dildo to ram into my mouth and the other one to piston in and out of her, being held in by the mattress below.

"Fuck you look so hot doing that!" She almost seemed to break character for a moment. A sharp slap to my face bringing back her authoritive persona.

It didn't take long for Theresa to reach another screaming orgasm, screaming so loud in fact that I thought the neighbours might think I was killing her! If it wasn't for the 'Oh Fuck', 'Oh Shit' and 'Oh My God's that is!

Theresa let the dildo slide out of her as she lay back on the bed panting and still writhing a little. After a minute or so she was still breathing heavily but got up from the bed and moved around behind me and unhooked the cuffs from the collar allowing me to give my arms a much needed stretch. I saw the time was 3.30 am on my alarm clock and figured the nights activities to be over. That was until she said through laboured breaths "Up on the bed bitch, it's time for the main event!"

Part 3 coming soon! Feedback welcomed...



Be Careful Darling



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“Those eyes,” he breathed, finally speaking after several long moments of staring, “your pics didn’t prepare me for them.”

“Did you think they were a different color?” The eyes in question were very dark and shiny. Glittery. Like two chocolate marbles lit from within by an impossible fire. Their slanted shape emphasized the strange glow. Simultaneously hot and cold.

He shook his head slowly as though deeply puzzled. “No, it’s not the color. Or even the shape, I don’t think. It’s the way you use them.”

“Hmm,” she smiled, lifting her steaming tea mug to her lips and taking a casual sip. He swallowed hard, feeling his face suffuse with unaccustomed heat and color. He wasn’t used to feeling unsure of himself. This was going to be harder than he’d thought. 


She was careful to modulate the light in her eyes as she gazed across the table at him. This was an old trick of hers. One she had mastered years ago to conceal her true feelings. To buy her a little extra time to better unravel her opponent’s secrets. But, she couldn’t resist worrying with her hair. Pulling the curly braids forward over her left shoulder. Running her hands through them as the spirals rolled away from her fingers like water. Then abruptly tossing the mass to let it tumble down her back.

If he had been more knowledgeable of psychology and social interaction, he would have had reason to feel reassured. Hmm, playing in her hair and swinging her foot. She liked him. A lot. But, since he couldn’t read the signs, her poker face did nothing to ease the uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

He was accustomed to silly girls whose faces were open books of giddy excitement. The kind who did not know the meaning of secrets, let alone how to keep one. He had made a prolonged habit of indulging himself with these vapid innocents. Now he had lost his ability to handle an unreadable woman like the one who sat before him. What an unlucky mistake.

An hour ago he had phoned her hotel room to let her know he had arrived. He had driven over in the middle of the night. Cloaked in darkness. From Germany to Holland. His excessive rate of travel was ridiculous. Even by European standards.

He had been trying in vain to get her to meet him for months. Offering to come to the States where she lived. All his usual tricks had failed him, until he had almost resigned himself to never seeing her face in person. But now, he had finally seized his opportunity while she was on holiday in Amsterdam. It was reckless and he was sacrificing the advantage he normally took for granted. But he felt he really had to see her and this was perhaps his only chance.

So here they sat. In a tiny after hours café. Surrounded by the noise of exhausted party goers who needed one last drop of entertainment before calling it a night. They were an odd couple. A black American woman. And a white Romanian man, by way of Germany. Seated together in a Middle Eastern diner in the center of Holland. Quite a cultural cocktail.

They were of a height. But she had him by 5lbs. And as far as he could tell, they were very well distributed along her voluptuous frame. She was curvy and firm and would look great in head to toe leather. But she had chosen instead to wear a simple pair of jeans with a fitted sweater and black, leather stiletto-heeled boots. He thought it probably didn’t matter what she wore. It was impossible to go wrong with such a perfect silhouette. He imagined her holding a whip. Then fantasized taking it from her and using it to bind her hands behind her back. Now that was more like it. Cocky restlessness surged within him, dulling his judgement. Yes, he would take control at the first opportunity.

When she stood up to dispose of the container that had held her french fries, he allowed his eyes to appraise her fully. Yes, she was quite a bit different from the girls he normally selected. He had made a habit of choosing his victims from amongst the women who frequented internet chat rooms. Those who were playing at BDSM, but were really just little girls acting out their fantasies online. Once he got them in person... alone... vulnerable... hoping for the best, they always broke and it was easy enough to take advantage of them.

This one, this Anais, might prove to be a special case. For months they had been playing games online. Domination...submission. She claimed to be a real live Domme. But so many on the net were fakers. He had no way of really being sure. On the phone she was remarkably personable. Her voice carried warmth and tenderness, but could change in an instant to the bitchiest of tones. He had never experienced anything like her. In short, she intrigued him.

She resisted all his usual ploys. His insistence that he only played “cam to cam” seemed to fall on deaf ears. Before he knew it, he was the one naked on his webcam performing unspeakable acts. And she offered not so much as a picture of herself as a sign of fairness. After that humiliating episode he had decided it was probably best to avoid her. But she beat him to the punch and blocked his Yahoo! ID. It soon became obvious that she could live the rest of her life without having further contact with him. And this ate away at his pride.

After a month or so, she unblocked his ID and he nearly went crazy to see her name popup on his buddy list. Despite his resolve to stay away from her, he found himself firing off a quick Hello. He was hooked after that. She set the pace and determined when they would speak and what about. Still he clung to the foolish notion that he could bend her to his will if he could just get her in person.

He preferred the Americans. These women didn’t seem to have the same healthy fear of a Romanian named Vladlu that their European sisters might harbor. They never made the connection to the Old Ones. Perhaps because they thought the Old Ones existed only in Anne Rice novels. Oh well, their oversight was his culinary delight. Besides, the American obsession with consuming sugary snacks meant their blood had a pleasantly sweet taste.

Vladlu had made almost a dozen trips to the U.S. to meet the women with whom he had played so deliciously online. Most were so gullible that he had easily gotten them to perform for him on their webcams. And though he assured them no one would see but himself, he often had a friend or two hiding in the shadows enjoying the show. He really didn’t respect these women any more than a hungry diner respects a succulent lambchop. He loved meeting them. Quickly taking charge of the situation. And then devouring yet another tender victim. Mmm. Looking at Anais’ ass he imagined that she might be the sweetest morsel of all.

Anais returned to their table and stood beside Vladlu instead of taking her seat. She stretched like a large cat before putting on her leather jacket and turning in question towards the exit. “Ready?” He got to his feet and followed her out the door.

They walked along the silent street looking out onto the dark, murky waters of one of the numerous canals. Her self assurance showed no signs of breaking. If anything she was silently feeding on every little hesitation he unwittingly exposed. He, who was so used to being the predator, did not take sufficient note of the danger signals that were flying off of her like sparks. What a pity.

Back at her hotel she did not take him upstairs immediately. Instead they sat in the lobby making small talk. He had expected to find a giggling girl at the end of those online chats and remarkable phone conversations. But instead she was proving to have claws sharper than even his own. She took him apart mentally. Making him question himself and his motives. He began to think that maybe he wouldn’t kill her after all. Maybe he would drink just enough to sate himself and allow him to return in the future for more of these enticing trysts. Runaway ego does not make a good consort in matters of grave importance. Unfortunately, dear Vladlu did not know this.

When Anais had tired of making public sport of him in the lobby, she finally allowed Vladlu to accompany her upstairs. He followed behind her with an unsteady gait. He still mistakenly thought he could regain his composure and save the evening. Even though he knew his resolve and control had slipped to dangerous depths. Whatever did this wonderful woman have planned for him? Would she make love to him? Offer him her beautiful body spread at his mercy? From the way she had been guiding the events, it didn’t really seem as likely as he wanted to pretend.

In the room she turned and looked at him, crinkling the corners of the glowing almonds that served as her eyes. “So, my sweet, you fancy yourself a sub, do you?” He was taken aback by her abruptness. In the lobby she had been more obtuse. Soft around the edges. Cajoling. Now here in a shroud of privacy she was piercingly direct. If he hadn’t known better he would have given way to the icy prickle of fear that had crawled down his back. But he chose to shake it off mesmerized by the sheer sexiness of her pose as she leaned against the locked door.

“Strip,” she ordered, gazing at him appraisingly. He hesitated for a moment. Trying to buy time with a joke that fell flat. The corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk as she arched her right brow. “Ha ha. Do IT.”

He swallowed hard as he began to remove the layers of his clothing. He peeled out of the fitted button-down and started pulling his long sleeved t-shirt over his head. He tried to control his breathing. He didn’t want her to know how she excited him. Disarmed him. Controlled him like a puppet. His traitorous hands shook as they continued to divest him of every scrap of protective covering. He pleaded with her to allow him to retain an article of clothing. He hoped for his briefs. She opted for his socks, chuckling that the room was a bit chilly.

Once she had him naked, she forced him to his knees before her as she sat on the edge of the bed watching him with that strange smile. It enticed and frightened him all at once. But his straining erection won out over his head as he forgot caution and willingly did her bidding. He felt overcome by complex emotions. The desire to maim, kill and devour seemed to have flown completely. Leaving him with an unusual docility. He felt naked in more ways than one. Raw and exposed. He wondered if these feelings had anything to do with love. He’d never experienced affection so he couldn’t be sure.

“Sweetie, do you know why I let you come here?” Anais reached out a silky hand and caressed his cheek causing a weird contraction in his chest. Was that his heart? He shook his head slightly and focused on her face again. Concentrating on the question.

“You wanted to play one of your games with me?” His offered answer seemed to amuse her a bit too much. Isn’t that why she thought they were here? He knew what his plan had been, but now he rather thought he could enjoy a kinky game or two and leave it at that.

Her smile widened as she now took his face in both of her hands. “Tasha was my friend, darling. Surely you remember her?” Tasha? Tasha.... Who the hell was Tas.... Oh. About six months ago he had made a trip to the States and had quite a delectable meal consisting of a sweet young thing named Tasha. Damn! Was that what this was all about? For the first time he let real fear wash over him. What was Anais planning?

Seeing the light of recognition in his eyes, Anais put her head back and laughed in a most wickedly delicious way. He almost thought that everything would still be OK. But when she brought her head back down he saw the light in her eyes shining at full force. Her beauty was terrible and vengeful and though he should have tried to escape he was as powerless as a flower seeking the sun. So he leaned into her more fully. Reaching for her hips as he buried his face in her lap. She stroked his back in a deceptively soothing manner.

“Get on the bed,” she commanded. As he climbed onto it, she walked over to the window and flung the curtains back. Outside it was the inky blackness that comes the instant before dawn. The bed faced the window fully and he was naked and exposed, helpless to save himself. He knew he should throw himself from the bed and try to regain the strength to leave before the sun rose. But her power! The power she had over him was absolute. Even knowing her intentions he felt pleasure in her dominance and control. So this is what it felt like to be a woman’s slave. Oh God! The delicious agony. The torturous pleasure!

Anais climbed on the bed behind Vladlu and began to run her hands caressingly down his side. “Touch yourself,” she whispered. Then smiled as she felt his arm shift so he could grasp his straining member. “Doesn’t that feel good, little one?”

“Yesss,” he moaned giving himself over to the erotic danger that consumed him. Each stroke of his hand threatened to send him over the edge. He could feel her fully-clothed body writhing against his back. The smooth leather of her boots caressing his legs as she arched against him. Simulating taking him just as he had taken his victims before biting into their delicate necks and draining their life force away.

“I’m going to give you what you gave my friend,” she promised him in a raspy voice. “Surrender to me, my love. We both know you like it.” With that she pulled his head back and exposed his neck. But instead of the slashing bite of a blood drinker, she merely licked, sucked and playfully nipped his flesh. Increasing his pleasure. Driving him insane with reckless ecstacy.

He felt his orgasm rising from the pit of his stomach. Racing over his limbs like a million fire ants as pleasure climbed his spine. “Oh, God!” His moan was piteous in it’s intensity.

“Why don’t you call on someone you know?” Her voice slashed the air just as the sun began to spill into the window. Vladlu felt a mixture of extreme pleasure and pain as his orgasm and life pumped out of his body simultaneous. The heat of passion increased unbearably as the sun caressed his flesh and consumed him. In just a moment he had vanished without a trace.

Anais hopped up off the bed and got her suitcase out of the closet. She placed his discarded clothes in a paper sack which she intended to toss in the dumpster outside. Hearing the jingle of keys in his pocket she retrieved them and looked down into her palm. A vampire who drove a Range Rover. Fancy that. She felt a giggle bubble up inside her. Well at least she wouldn’t have to call a taxi. She’d leave his car at the airport. 



Be Careful For What You Nag For



Reader, this is a story of a beautiful woman and her husband who nags her to do something he want, but she doesn't. But it doesn't work out the way he wanted it to, and he ends up getting what he didn't want, and also something he did, but in an unexpected and humiliating way!




Her husband was getting on her nerves, if he didn't stop nagging her, she would do it, but not the way he wanted, it would be done her way, or not at all.

They had only been married for two years, and for the last 6 months he had badgered her to let him do it. He had gone on about it ever since he had watched a pornographic DVD at a friend's house. The idea of it sent him into orbit, he had even found someone, and all he had to do was get her to say yes!

All Jasmine had to do was agree; 'it's simple' he would say.

She would respond with. 'It's not simple, we are married, I didn't sign up for it, I don't want anyone else, you are enough for me, can't you understand that? I am not doing it!' 

'But if I do,' she thought, 'you won't like it!'

'But darling, it's just for me, I won't ever ask you again, I promise.' He would say.

Jasmine was exasperated to say the least, it was a sexy idea, but taking part would be against her marriage vows, she had never ever contemplated such an idea, the answer was an emphatic no.

But he was wearing her down, he had started talking about it while they were making love, and he had got to her a few times, she had had some monumental orgasms at the very thought.

She was at her dresser brushing her blonde shoulder blade length hair, it was a thick glossy mane, it was in beautiful condition, and it sat on top of her equally beautiful face. She had been pursued all her life by men and boys, ever since she had been a very small girl, men had taken an interest in her, and she had had her first boyfriend at the age of 6. 

Jasmine was a real beauty, she was the best looking girl at school, then college, she had no shortage of suitors. She was popular too, not just because of the way she looked, she was a good student, got good grades, and she was a really nice person, she never had any enemies, except for a couple of jealous girls.

She was 5ft 8" tall, statuesque in her poise, full breasted and large nipples that were always sensitive, she had once borrowed a loose fitting nylon top from her friend, and it had built up some static electricity, that had sparked her nipples, and she had had an orgasm because of it in her own home. After a lot of searching the shops, she bought her own, but never wore it anywhere but in the house, it was too dangerous!

Her husband had asked her to shave her pussy, and she had done so, and making love had been better because of it. She loved sex now, she would always remember her college tutor for what he had given her, but her husband never knew of it, he thought he was her teacher, and Jasmine, being the good wife she was, let him continue.

Over the years she had learned to spot all the lecherous men and boy's, the one's that only ever wanted to get into her knickers, and she had been nearly 19 when she had her first cock. Her boyfriend at the time was over the moon because she had given into him, it was the biggest boost to his ego he had ever had. And he was the proudest boy on Gods earth because he had got her virginity.

He would have been decidedly disappointed to learn that she had given in simply because she had thought it was about time she found out for herself what all the fuss was about. What her friends meant when they said, they had orgasmed. Jasmine didn't orgasm at her first attempt at sex because he wasn't good enough to give her one, but she had enjoyed his love for her, so satisfaction of a sort had been gained.

It had taken her tutor in college to give her her first orgasm, she had gone to him for extra lessons, they had seemed to have a confidence in each other, and a physical connection, and it had gone on from there. He was a divorcee, in his late thirties, and quite good looking in a bookworm way. 

She had gone to his home one Saturday morning, and he had seduced her. She didn't resist, it was the real reason she had agreed to his request that she went. She knew it was ethically wrong, but it was what she wanted, and what she knew she needed to do.

He had taken her to bed, he never rushed her, everything was slow and easy, it was a totally new experience for her, and one she more than appreciated. He was in complete control; but in a loving way, he showed her what loving was about. He had made her have her very first orgasm before he got his prick into her. That was the best part for her about it, she felt languid and calm as he went about her now very receptive body. 

Then finally, the act itself, he had raised his body over hers, and gently but insistently prised her vagina apart with his cock, and he was in, then he rhythmically fucked her, and they made love to each other, until they both came together.

Her affair with him had gone on for 6 months, he never pressured her, never made demands, it was what it was, a true love affair. Jasmine now knew what sex really was all about now; there wasn't much they hadn't done, except she steadfastly refused to let him into her gorgeous tight rounded arse. 

He would tell her with a rueful smile. 'I will take the disappointment of not getting it, to my grave!'

Jasmine would smile and say. 'I know, but it's not for you, it's going to be someone very special, when I know who he is.'

They had ended the affair at term end, they both knew it had run its course, and they both loved each other because of it.

She had had a few boyfriends, some benefitted from her charms, lots didn't, she wasn't an easy lay, and that was that.

Now she was an accomplished woman of 24, she worked part time in her local unisex beauty salon, she did have qualifications in business, and finance, but as yet she was happy to do 4 hours a day there, and earn a little pin money, her 27 year old husband was a well paid solicitor now.

But he was pestering her to let him watch her with another woman, a black woman, and black on blonde he had told her.

She had been shocked, she never knew he had this fetish; she was puzzled by it too. 'Why do you want that, when you have all of me to do with what you want?' And she would flaunt her gorgeous sexy body at him.

'I know darling, its just something I have in my mind, I find it a real turn on thinking about you in the arms, or under the control of, even held captive by a beautiful black woman.' He had told her. 

And that night he had related his thoughts to her, and then as she had made love with him, ending by telling her how she was being fucked by her lover, using a big black strap on dildo!

Jasmine had exploded into bits and pieces, her orgasm shattered her. It was by far the hardest and strongest she had ever had.

And since then he had brought the subject up now and again, he didn't harangue her, he didn't want to anger her through it.

But Jasmine had never had thoughts of another woman, especially a black one, the idea of another woman, holding her, kissing her and making her cum, didn't really do it for her.

But now he had brought all of this up, she had had thoughts of black cock, a black mans black cock. It had been his mention of the black beauty in his fantasy using a black strap on dildo that had triggered the ideas.

She had secretly hired black on blonde DVDs and watched them, and she had huge orgasms watching a blonde being fucked out of her head by a black Adonis. She would never go any further with the thoughts, but she knew if her husband persisted in his perverted wants of seeing her surrendering to a black woman, he might get something he didn't want!

That weekend, he took her to a women's club, frequented by lesbians, there were some really attractive ones, and nearly all of them had made a bee line for Jasmine. He had made her promise not to leave, a firm promise. He had bought her drinks, and she had agreed, but she hadn't known that he would disappear for a while. He for his part hadn't left on purpose, he had gone to seek out the owner, to ask if he knew of one or more beautiful black women, or girls for his wife?

The man had responded in the affirmative, and showed him a selection of photos, of which 3 were just what he was looking for. And the one he favoured above the others was a real beauty, even Jasmine wouldn't be able to resist her he thought, it made him get an unbidden hard on, just looking at her! 

She was a beautiful Amazon; her details were on the back. 

6ft tall, 145lbs, likes submissive women, girls, but prefers beautiful long haired blondes.

'Do you have any contact details for her please?' he asked.

'Yep, but it costs, beauty's like her don't come cheap,' he said.

'How much is it?' he asked beside himself with excitement.

It'll be a hundred,' he told him.

He baulked at that. 'Wow, that's expensive?'

'You want it, you pay, or no deal!' was the mans definitive answer.

'Okay, I'll pay the price.'

'She'll want paying too.' He said.

'Shit, how much?'

You do the deal with her, this is mine.'

He paid using his credit card, and the man gave him an e mail address, and also a telephone number.

Meanwhile in the club, Jasmine had been cornered by 3 women, all of whom were fondling her, one had her nipples, and they were making her too crazy to resist, another had her fingers in Jasmine's soaking pussy, and the other was biting and kissing her neck. Jasmine was helpless, she hated what they were doing to her, but she was so aroused she couldn't stop them, she wondered if they had spiked her dink?

When he came out of the office, he couldn't see her, he had a quick look round, and if he hadn't seen her blonde pony tail swing in the corner he would have missed her. They had got her into what looked like an alcove, when he approached he stopped in his tracks. Three women were around her. One was black, two were white, a white one was stood behind her kissing her neck, and another obviously was feeling her tits and nipples. 'That'll keep her occupied,' he knew. The black girl had her skirt around her waist and was playing in her shaven pussy.

Jasmine's head was resting on the white girls shoulder behind her, her eyes were closed and her mouth was in a perfect O.

He started towards them then took a position where he could watch her demise. 

They had her, he could see that, her hands were clutching at the woman in front of her, and she was on her way to a huge orgasm. He knew it had hit her when he saw he knees buckle, and the woman behind her held her up.

They let her recover and he went over to collect her, then he took her home.

Jasmine was in a state of desire, and remorse, she had hated what they had done to her, and she hated the fact that she would have fallen down from her orgasm if the women hadn't kept her on her feet.

But most of all she hated him; the bastard had let them get her, and do her. The trouble was, she was in a massive state of arousal too, and she was going to fuck his brains out when she got him home and in bed.

And she did, she went at him in an almost uncontrollable frenzy. She got her rocks off big time, and didn't give a fuck if he did or not, she got hers, that was all that mattered to her.

When she recovered, she slowly got on top of him, leaned down to kiss him, then tucked his hands down his side, and propped her knees over the crooks of his elbows.

'Well darling that was a night wasn't it?' she murmured.

'I have never been so turned on Jas, it was great.' He told her.

Jasmine took off her rings, he asked her why?

He found out right then, with his arms locked up, Jasmine punched him wholesale in the face; she landed several hard blows before he could throw her off.

His nose was bloodied, a lip was split, and his eyes would be black in the morning.

'You fucking bastard!' she raged at him, 'you did that on purpose, you know how I feel about that, and you let it happen!'

She landed one more on his chin, picked up the duvet and walked out and into the spare bedroom.

Her husband lay there in a total daze, not only because of the blows, but because of the shock of her doing it, and the knowledge that had never ever seen his wife angry.

The following morning he was very contrite. He walked on egg shells around her, he made breakfast, he wallowed in sorrow at her anger, and begged forgiveness.

She relented 3 days later.

He had explained his absence, and showed her the photos of the 3 women he had seen, and the contact details of the beautiful Amazon he had bought, but he didn't tell her that bit.

But now her mind was made up, after what he had done, the utter brevity of it. She would give him a show, one of her own choosing, and on her own terms. One he would have no say in, and one that would bend him in half!

She went about the business the following week; she revisited the store where she had got her DVDs from. She paid for and got a list of names, the man there told her to let him know her choice, to see if it matched the one in his head. Jasmine began to contact them by e mail one by one, until she found a suitable partner for her revenge. Out of the 9 names, it was number 7 before she felt this was the right selection.

A public meeting was arranged, her selection was spot on, she felt a trust there, and also a definite attraction. He was a big man, 5 years older than her, he was a personal trainer. Very good looking, smelled terrific, well over 6ft, and weighed about 215lbs. And he was black, very black! On top of that he had a CV, there were women's names and contact details, they were customers, and would be more than willing to endorse him. She didn't know he was a well known and well paid gigolo!

She saw the man at the shop again and told him she had decided on one of them, he wrote a number on a piece of paper, and asked her what hers was. 'Number 7,' she told him, he handed her the note, on it was number 7!

The man was delighted; it would earn him a hundred for her.

And boy was her husband going to be in for the biggest shock of his life!

She mat the man and after small talk, she explained what she wanted, what she needed, and why, she told him it all, Jasmine was still so angry at her husband. He had to be taught a lesson he would never forget. He would be taught the full meaning of respect for a woman, and his place in life, at her feet! His wife!

He, Jacob was his name, was in awe of this blonde sexy and utter beauty before him, telling him she wanted him to make love to her to get revenge on her stupid husband? This really was more than his lucky day, this was better than winning any lottery!

They arranged for the deed to be done on the Friday night, she also rang the woman whose photo she now had, and went to see her, this meeting went much the same as the one she had had with Jacob. They had a long long talk, Jasmine told her about her husband, what he wanted her to do, and about what he had done. And what Jasmine wanted from her if she would help?

'Yes I will, he seems a right royal idiot to me Jasmine,' Rebecca had said. 'But you will owe me big time Jasmine,' she told her. Jasmine had an idea of what the price would be, and to be honest, she didn't think she would mind paying it! Rebecca's photo hadn't done her justice; she was fabulously feline black, smooth and silky.

Jasmine invited her to her home on the Thursday night, to meet her husband; he had to believe it was her coming on Friday, which would complete Jasmine's deception.

Jasmine told him Rebecca was coming to meet them; that she would go through with his request, that she met and had fun with another woman. He was overjoyed, he couldn't wait for Thursday, and when Rebecca walked in he was mesmerised, she was fabulous, her dark skin was shining, and her silky black hair gave him an immediate hard on. And she was wearing heels that stood her miles above them.

They sat and discussed business, Rebecca sat next to Jasmine, and touched her knee repeatedly, her huge dark eyes were locked on the Jasmines big bright blue ones, and she returned the glare. Jasmine actually got a little aroused, she knew with certainty what was going through both of their minds. Rebecca really did want to seduce her, and was determined to do so after Jasmine had playacted her game.

When she had gone, but not before kissing Jasmine hard on her lips, leaving her a little breathless, there was no doubt in her mind that Rebecca would have her, whether she agreed or not, though she knew she now would, then she told her husband the terms of her deal?

'Tomorrow night, you will be tied by me into the reclining chair in the bedroom, you will be made to watch everything, you will not be allowed to move, there will be no contact of any sort, and if you don't agree right now, there will be no show, there will never ever be a show, this is a once only deal, got it?' She told him forcefully, knowing he would agree.

He was a bit disappointed, he had fancied joining in and having fun, but to watch his beautiful blonde wife, succumbing to an equally black and beautiful woman, was more than he could resist.

'Yes okay Jasmine, I'll do what ever it takes, whatever you say?' he answered.

'Good,' she replied, and went again to the spare bedroom, she was not only still punishing him, she wanted to save her self for her evenings fun, fun her husband would not like nor enjoy!

She also never told him he would have a ball gag in his mouth to limit securely any protestations.

Friday night arrived, he had bathed and got ready, he wanted to be comfortable, so he was wearing loafers, slacks and a shirt.

At 6:00 she told him to go upstairs, she wanted him helpless long before the door bell rang. Jasmine was as hot as she could be, she had had to wipe her pussy several times!

She had showered earlier, and been to town to buy sexy, lacy underwear, with the tiniest of thongs, and a see through negligee, strappy high heels, her hair was gleaming and hanging down her shoulders, her face was made up perfectly, he watched as she waltzed around the bedroom, his prick was humping in his pants at her sight.

He was tied hand and foot in the chair, and also around his chest, but there was room for movement, she didn't want him to suffer blood flow problems. And now, sat in the corner, from where he would have a perfect view. But no chance at all of even thinking about escape, and he didn't want to, this new wife he was seeing for the first time, was turning into a sex hungry powerful woman, with a strong mind of her own. He didn't know how right he was going to be.

The bell rang at 8:00 on the dot.

'Showtime,' Jasmine chortled, boy was she looking forward to this, and the very idea was hugging her pussy in its grip.

As she passed her husband, she picked up the hidden gag; it was in his mouth and fastened around his head before he could even draw breath.

'Humph, humph humph' he mumbled.

'What's that darling, did you say something?' she said, as she disappeared from the room.

She opened the door, there he was, her pussy spoke to her 'Please hurry up Jasmine, I can't wait?' it said.

'Hi Jacob,' she greeted him, 'come right in,' she said and tiptoed to kiss his cheek.

He held her tight. 'I've waited all week for this,' he told her.

'Yes me too, me too,' she answered truthfully.

'Everything is set, you know what to do don't you?' she whispered, and stroked his already thickening heavy prick.

'You bet Jasmine, I won't disappoint you, and you can take that to the bank!'

'He's all tied up and gagged, he is going to go mad when he realises what's going on, but he can't say or do anything, okay?'

'I won't care much if he does baby, I'm getting you, that's all I care about.'




Be Careful For What You Nag For



'Okay then, lets go,' she said, stroked and gripped his now fully erect cock, 'I can't wait for you to get this in me Jacob, I really can't!'

He followed her wonderful rounded pert backside, and walked into the wall staring at it. He waited outside, Jasmine wanted to arouse her husband first. He stripped off to his chocolate brown shorts as agreed and waited. His body was tight, fit and toned, many women had used it, he was getting to be quite a wealthy man. But Jasmine? She was getting this for free; no man would want to charge her to fuck her all night.

She entered the room, and began to tease her hapless husband, she opened his pants and played with his cock, she told him there was a dark beauty out side the door, who was going to take her, do with her what they wanted, use and abuse her. There was no way once the door opened that she would or could say no, she wouldn't be allowed to, she was going down, all the way.

'Do you want me to do that darling? Do you want me to submit to my dark beauty? Be a slut, a whore? Just nod your head if you do?'

He nearly broke his neck, he nodded so hard.

'Okay then baby, you asked for it,' she said as she pulled playfully on his stiff prick, 'but I'm the one though, who's going to get it!' She told him coldly.

'Come in Jacob,' she called.

Her husband looked at her stupidly. Then he looked at the door as it opened. To say he was stunned was an understatement.

In walked a giant of a man, easily well over 6ft, as fit as a proverbial butchers dog. And he was as black as a black diamond!

Her husband was struck dumb, he couldn't believe he had seen it, the fact that he was tied and gagged didn't matter, he wouldn't have been able to speak!

Jacob stood in the centre of the room; it had all been arranged and thought out.

Jasmine went to him, and they shared a passionate kiss, Jacob handled her rump and squeezed it.

'Oh Jacob, I have been longing for this moment,' she whispered into his mouth, but loud enough for Jack to hear!

'And me too babe, now get down on your knees and worship what you are dying to worship.'

'Yes Jacob, anything you say.'

She slid to her knees, they were sideways on to Jack, he would witness everything. Muffled protests were coming from him.

'Did you speak dear?' she asked him, as she pulled down Jacob's shorts to reveal his huge, to her, big black prick.

'Oh my Jack, just look at this?' she murmured seductively.

And looking her husband right in the eye, she kissed it.

It was stood out from his body in an upward arc, it was glorious, her pussy turned to jelly. Her husband was rocking slightly in his chair, completely helpless to do anything but watch.

'You wanted me to have black didn't you darling? You wanted to have me blacked, well, your wish has been granted. I am going to be blacked, and all night too, and you have the honour of watching your wife submit to this black god?'' she told him.

'Well, just like you wanted me to, I thought about it, and I have to agree with you, black is good, so here we all are, and we should rejoice in the fact that Jacob has agreed to fuck me with this?' And then she held his solid black erection in her mouth as she sucked it in, and caressed his swollen balls

Her head bobbed and weaved, the big purple head slid in and out, to be caught each time by Jasmines insistent full soft lips. Her hair was swaying about as she bent to her task, the task of making him cum for her. Her hands were running up and down, up to his chest as she rubbed his dark nipples, and down to his feet, and cupping his balls as she drifted past. 

The trouble was, as Jasmine was trying to stick to the agreed programme with Jacob, her body was telling her otherwise. It wanted cocking and cocking very fast, it had no need for preliminaries, she was heated to full blast, her love juice was slipping down the inside of her thighs, but she forced herself to keep sucking on the beautiful black prick in her mouth, while her tortured husband looked on!

Jacob kept his eyes on her husband and was smiling at him, he knew the score, he was taking the mans wife, she was giving herself to him, she was his now, and he was going to fuck her rotten in front of him. He loved cuckolding a man, especially a white man, but this was the ultimate, it was a forced cuckolding!

He held the mans gaze, but he concentrated on the fabulous deep suction from Jasmine, he felt his balls tighten, he was on his way, he felt the sudden jerk in his scrotum, he grabbed Jasmine's head, and told her he was coming, and not to spill a drop or else!

He lurched on the balls of his feet and he shot his load into Jasmines willing and waiting mouth. Load after load ripped from him into her, her cheeks swelled, but she forced it all in and down. And the lovely taste surprised Jasmine, she didn't really like her husbands, but this was different, sensual, sexy and good.

Jacob said, 'Jasmine, that was great, I hope you fuck just as good,' but he just knew she would, someone this sexy and beautiful had to! He winked at the man tied and gagged in the chair. Jack was staring at them, at him, and at his wife bug eyed. 

He watched as Jacob pulled his wife to her feet, and said to her. 

'Jasmine, for that, I am going to make you scream for more and more of my black weapon, do you want me to make you do that?'

'Oh yes Jacob, I do, make me yours, make me your slut, take me, break me, make me your loving whore, you are my black prince now, you can take me whenever, and however you want, I promise!' Her eyes were on her husband as she spoke, she knew he would be devastated to hear her say it, but he needed to learn his place now, and learn it he would!

She looked at his cock, it was erect, she was amazed, he had a fucking hard on, then she laughed, pointed at it, and said. 'Look at that Jacob, he's got a hard on for us, isn't that sweet?'

'Why that's just great baby, now lets show him what a hard on is, and can do shall we?' He told her.

He took her to their bed, and ripped her filmy garments off, she was now ready to receive a fucking of immense proportions, the thought of it was making Jasmine dizzy, she wanted it, she was craving it, her body had taken over, the plans were out of the window, he was going to do with her all he wanted, he wouldn't ask her, he was taking her and that was going to be that! And that's what she wanted now, more than anything in her young life to date.

He held Jasmine in his arms and much to her delight, he hugged her, kissed her, and loved her, he rolled her tight and taut nipples in his fingers, she was almost drooling. Covering her with his large powerful body, her husband could only see bits of her sticking out from under him, but he could hear her, she was moaning, mewling grunting and urging him on.

Jasmine tried just once to glimpse her husband, she failed, she wouldn't try again, she was going where Jacob took her. Her husband saw the top of her beautiful head pop up, then fall back in a gasp.

Jacob was working her up into a fireball, he knew how to treat women, he knew just how to give them what they wanted, what they needed, and he was intent on giving Jasmine everything, he wanted her to come back to him in the future, he had plans already?

Jasmine was ready, she mumbled between deep breaths, 'Jacob, now, I want you now, please Jacob, don't make me wait any longer for it?' Her husband was out of her mind now, he wasn't there any longer. He heard every single gasp of her almost begging him to fuck her, his prick almost exploded.

Jacob rose like a magnificent black tsunami over her, and he plunged his prick deep and all the way into her effervescent body, Jasmine screamed softly, it was the most wonderful pain she had ever suffered, his prick seared and burned it's way up her boiling soaking love juiced pussy.

Jacob gave her it all in those few moments, her life was being turned upside down, she orgasmed in seconds, a week of frustration blasted out of her, and orgasm followed orgasm. She clung to him like a limpet mine waiting to blow up, her feet were tight over his thighs, her arms around him, and her perfectly manicured nails dug deep into his back as he pummelled the blonde beauty below him.

He had fucked a lot of women, and been paid handsomely for doing it, but nothing could outdo this, she was the most fabulous fuck he had had, she was glorious in every sense of the word, 'her husband must be the biggest fool in the world to even contemplate giving this up?' he thought.

He fucked with intensity and more power than he had ever given any other woman, she was incomparable. Even he had forgotten now about the man behind him tied down. He thumped her with his black solidly erect prick; she was like a rag under him. But he wanted to cum, most times he would wait, he could get his after, but not this time, he was going to give her both barrels. He shot a humongous load into her, Jasmine screamed one more time as her final orgasm hit her, nothing could ever have prepared her for this.

Jack, her husband could only watch as the mans muscular arse pumped up and down as he fucked his wife, a few inches of thick black prick would appear, then disappear again as he thudded it back into Jasmine's oil slick shaven pussy!

They fell in a heap into each other, both gasping for air, both completely wrecked, Jacob couldn't remember feeling like this after fucking a woman, but then, he knew for certain that Jasmine wasn't just any other woman!

He rolled to the side, pulling her with him, she had her back to her husband, Jacob looked over her shoulder, bit it, then looked at him, there was cum on his trousers, he had shot his own load untouched. He smiled at him, reached round Jasmine and fingered her arse. Her husband looked on horrified!

She had told Jacob that if things went the way she planned, then he could stay the night, and even fuck her in the morning, while he was still tied down, he intended for that to happen, there was no way he was going to give this up, hell would freeze over first!

Jasmine knew she had been fucked; and well fucked too! She was well used to sex, even though everyone in her life assumed she had been a hermit, she hadn't, her tutor had been a brilliant one, and he had shown her the way, and intermittent lover's, even a good friend of her father's had been given the honour of fucking her, had concluded her knowledge. She would giggle when people looked at her when sex was mentioned; it was if they regarded her as a nun!

She was neither, but they would never know that, she had been quite happy to settle down to married life with Jack, but because of his insistence, she had now entered new territory. Even she knew she had been in with a champ, a man who knew what fucking was about, and she liked it, she even loved it. Jasmine had changed now, her husband was in serious trouble, it was going to be her way now, or the highway, no halfway would be considered.

Jacob had won first prize in her personal raffle! And the fact that he was black was of no consequence, but it had been a definite bonus for her, she had never been any where near a black man, she'd had need to. Her life was taking a path now that would change her forever.

As Jacob fingered her arse, she admonished him playfully, buried her face into his neck and whispered into his ear.

'Later Jacob, you can have that if you really want it, no problem, but I want it to be just me and you, okay?'

Her husband heard him agree to something, but what?

Then Jasmine continued whispering, she had nothing but contempt now for Jack, his life was going to change completely, she had the upper hand now, and she was going to keep it, or else!

'Come on Jacob, lets go into the other room, he will be okay here, I want to be alone with you, I think he's got the message, he is in a hole, a hole of his making, and he's going to stay in it now!'

'You bet Jasmine, I got a lot of loving and fucking to do with you before we sleep!' he told her as his finger again disappeared into her beautiful arse, Jasmine giggled, again Jack was mortified. 

But he was even more stunned when they got out of bed, and without even as much as a backward glance at him, except that Jasmine pressed the button on the chair, and he was suddenly laid back. They left the room and closed the door behind them. He was alone now, alone with nothing but his thoughts and misery. 'Why have I let this happen?' he thought, 'How fucking stupid can I have been?'

'What am I going to do, what can I do?' The answer at this time was, nothing! Nothing at all, the black bastard had his wife, his beautiful bride, and he was going to fuck her some more, but the thing that hurt him the most was, she was doing it willingly now, at first he had thought she was doing it to teach him a lesson, he was right she had been, but not now, she wanted what he was giving to her!

And he was dead right in his assumption, he had opened a door, more or less made her walk through it, and she had slammed it in his face. Was his life as he knew it over now? He had to say to himself, that the answer was yes, but he was bereft at the thought of being without her, maybe she would have terms for him to consider? Well he was right on that score, Jasmine would have terms for him for definite, but they would be terms that would bring him to his knees.

As she and Jacob climbed into the spare bed, she admired him, his body was tight, she sat over him, appraising him, he was 10/10 no doubt, he had a broad flat muscular chest, his shoulders were wide, her knees fit either side of him like a hand in a glove, she was impressed, very impressed. She had his prick lodged in the entrance of her gorgeous shaven pussy, her hands on his chest stroking him; she could feel the power of the man.

Jasmine fingered his bell end, her other hand behind her gently crushing his balls, he groaned in appreciation, wanting more from her, she pulled, squeezed and caressed it, it began to grow again, Jasmine was amazed, how could he go for a third time in such a short space of time?

He wasn't quite fully hard when she got on it, it softly filled her pussy like it had never been filled, every ounce of free space was full, and she could feel the strengthening of it, getting harder, it seemed to be in her womb, it was growing inside her like a baby. She had been on top of lovers before, but this was different, he hadn't seemed to be massively bigger than some previous lovers, but he was bigger than others before him somehow?

Jasmine began to work herself up and down on him, her hands helping her to lift and drop, he toyed with her nipples, he and she was building her up into a typhoon and a whirlwind, of a tempestuous storm, her orgasm was building in a slow swirl of heart wrenching, gut churning intensity, he was going with her, he couldn't resist her ministrations, she was making him follow.

Then the explosion hit her, she shouted out. 'Oh Jacob you bastard. Oh you fucking beautiful bastard, oh God, oh Jesus, Ooooh Aaargh, Humph Humph!' He followed with his own enormous ejaculation; it almost lifted her off him, he reached and grabbed her to pull her down onto him at the exact moment she fell down.

She opened her eyes as she lay on him, totally spent, she had no more to give now, and Jacob, for the first time in his life had experienced the same all shattering sensation Jasmine had. He also was spent; no woman had ever got him into this state. He held her tight, and whispered. 'I am not ever going to give you up Jasmine, you will have to use a crow bar to get me away from you, and that includes him in there!'

'Well Jacob, I think you maybe right, but there are things to talk about first?' she gasped.

In the other room, her husband had heard her call out, heard her swear and call him names, what had he done to his wife? He hated the man totally, 'if he has hurt her, I will have him!' he told himself. He would have died if he had seen Jasmine's performance, it was an Oscar winner, she had fucked Jacob, not the other way round, and she had called out because of the immensity of her orgasms.

Jasmine and Jacob slept, her husband was left in the quiet of their bedroom, and eventually he too slept.

It was 7:05 when she opened her eyes, she was dizzy, her pussy was on fire, her stomach ached, her nipples felt as though they had been ripped of. Then as her eyes focused, she saw the reason for it all laid next to her, Jacob!

She slipped her arm lovingly around him, and snuggled in, he awoke as she did, he collected her in his strong arms and they shared a very loving good morning kiss, Jasmine really saw then the wonderful contrast between them, the black, the white, her blonde hair laying on his chest, his black arm around her, her heart burst open at the feeling of it.

'Jacob?' she said softly.

'Yes baby?' he answered.

'No more this morning, I hurt too much?' and she giggled beautifully.

'Oh dear, I have a morning woody for you, what can you recommend?'

'I have just the right thing for that?' she said, as she dove under the covers and sucked him into her hot mouth, her gorgeous pouty lips lathered up and down, and the suction she gave was all he wanted, he came in 2 minutes flat, he filled her completely, and Jasmine battled gamely not to spill any, but what came out, she got back in, there was no trace of any cum when she finished.

They rested a while, and then she suggested they go for breakfast, he agreed, then said, 'What about him?'

'I'll go and see him, you go downstairs okay?' she told him.

This was a first for Jacob, a woman telling him what to do, it was usually the other way round after he had given them a good seeing to! But he went, Jasmine made herself look as good as only she could, and she walked into her bedroom, wearing sexy see through underwear. He awakened as she opened the door.

He looked at her pleadingly, he was bent, and twisted, she had brought him to his knees, she would have no trouble with him now?

'Before I take the gag out, I want you to listen to me, and listen very carefully Jack, okay?' Her voice was strong and uncompromising.

He nodded immediately. 

'From now on, you will do as I say, you will have no authority in this house, you will obey me in everyway, If I order you to do something, or go somewhere you will do it. You will dress the way I tell you to. You will address me as Maam, or Mistress, you will not speak unless I permit you to do. And I will continue to see Jacob, or whoever I decide to see.' (she was thinking of Rebecca) 'Now the question you have to consider Jack, do you agree, or do you leave, and we divorce?' 

She removed the gag, and he immediately sucked in fresh air, spat and emptied his mouth on the floor, it disgusted Jasmine, but she understood.

Jasmine waited.

He looked at her in a new light, but one he wasn't very happy with, but the trouble was, he loved her, life without her would be unbearable, he was in a corner, he knew it. There was one glimmer of hope, he had secretly always wanted to serve her, maybe not in this way, but he had wanted her to be his mistress, but had never had any idea of thought of how to get there, she had never given any indication that she would be that.

Still tied to the chair, he said. 'I don't seem to have much choice Jasmine, do I?'

'No Jack, you don't, unless you want to leave? There will always be sex for you, but only when I decide you have earned it, but only then.' She told him.

'Okay,' he said, 'I will do what you tell me to do.'

'And be what I want you to be? Everything I have just said to you? No question, or you will be thrown out, and I will get Jacob to do it, and you know now, that he can!' Her voice was strident, and powerful.

'Yes Jasmine,' he said.

She slapped his face; it took him by complete surprise.




Be Careful For What You Nag For



'What did you just call me?' she demanded.

'Sorry Mistress, I said yes, I will be and do what you tell me, from now on.'

She untied him, and wondered if he would try and regain some control, he massaged his wrists and legs, stood and walked about, he seemed okay.

'What do you want me to do Ja... Mistress?' he asked.

'Follow me,' she ordered and walked out, he was right behind her.

As she entered the kitchen she went straight to Jacob, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. Jack looked on with pain and sadness in his eyes; he really had fucked up hadn't he?

'Come on Jacob, Jack is making us breakfast, aren't you Jack?'

'Yes... Mistress,' he whispered.

'What was that Jack, I didn't hear you?' She said loudly.

'Yes mistress, I will make you both breakfast,' he answered.

'Good, and hurry, we are starving aren't we darling?' she said as she kissed Jacob again. They walked away.

In the room, Jacob asked her what was going on.

'He asked for this, maybe not in the way he got it, but he wanted me blacked, and now I have been, and on top of all that, I've met you Jacob, you are really something else, you really are,' she murmured into his neck and squeezed his prick.

Jacob was trying to work out where this was going, he knew he wanted to continue seeing her on a regular basis, but he didn't want, nor would accept any commitment, from her to him, or he to her. He had to earn his living, unless possibly he could get her into his stable, as it were?

Jack walked in, and said, 'breakfast is ready Maam,' 

'Don't you knock on a door before entering?' Jacob asked. She had been in the middle of kissing him.

Her husband had seen her do it; it struck deep, watching her like this with her now black lover.

He retreated, and waited for them to come in.

She walked in very happily; he seated his wife, and then stood by.

They ate, and fed each other of their forks. Jasmine told Jack to go and shower, and make himself presentable. He left without a word.

Jacob said. 'Is this how it's going to be now Jasmine, you and him, like this?'

'Yes it is, and do you know something? She said, 'I believe he likes it!'

'You saw the cum on his trousers, he came because he watched you fucking me, and it got him!'

'Yes, now you mention it, I think you're right, he did, and does?'

'I have to go soon Jasmine, I have appointments I can't break, I'm sorry but I have to, I'll be back later?' he told her.

She understood, and agreed.

'But I am having this too tonight,' he said, as he worked his hand under her arse, to finger her bum hole.

'Yes darling, whatever you say, I'll make sure I'm ready for you, but promise me you'll be gentle and careful with me? I don't want to be hurt?'

'I will be gentleness personified, 'where will he be?'

'He'll either be tied up again, or just down here, this is his testing day, if he fails, he will be out!' there was no room for questions in her voice.

Jacob left, she had Jack doing all sorts of things, he muttered about something, and she ordered him back upstairs, he protested about being tied back into the chair, but he quietened down when she teased him mercilessly, until he shot his load, he thanked her profusely, and further promised his commitment to her. It had been just what he had wanted and needed, her love!

That night he listened to Jacob doing something to his wife, of which he had no idea, he only could hear her squealing and calling Jacob's name, 2 hours later they came down stairs in a very loving manner, Jasmine was gazing at him in a sort of wonder. Jack couldn't understand why she was limping?

Jasmine back hole was wide open, he had ended up ravaging her, and it had been at her insistence after she had got used to having Jacob's black log in her. That was why she was limping!

Jacob was a regular visitor, and Jasmine was enthralled by him and his prick, her husband was ignored by him now, he never even acknowledged him, he wasn't there, he had his wife, she was his, and he fucked her when and how he wanted, and often made him watch. Jack took it all, and often had to relieve himself afterwards.

Jacob was nearing the point of mentioning to her that he had rich and powerful friends, friends that would love to meet her. She could and would become rich beyond her dreams, and she would have the protection of him, and from behind, her hapless worthless husband, he smiled at that.

He brought the subject up casually, he explained to her that he had rich and powerful friends, some of them high end people, and including foreign royalty, and diplomats, and they would pay a lot of money to have her as an escort to exclusive functions, where she would meet film stars, famous personalities. 

He never mentioned that getting fucked by some of them might be an option for her to consider at say 2000 to 5000 a night or more, he knew of one Saudi royal who had been said to have paid 10,000 including gifts and holidays.

Jasmine thought this was hilarious until she realised he was serious. She told Jacob she would consider it, she had also read between the lines and guessed correctly, his ulterior motives.

A week later she had a call from Rebecca, she wanted them to meet. Jasmine, after thinking about it asked her to her home, she wanted to show off her new slave, who was coming along quite nicely now. Jack had more or less got used to being what he was; in fact he was learning to enjoy it.

Jasmine told Jacob not to come that evening, she had a friend calling, one who she owed a big favour to, and wanted to repay it.

Rebecca was at her door at 7:00 prompt, Jack met her at the door, in the school boy's uniform she had bought him, and made him wear. She looked magnificent, it took Jasmine's breath away, she guessed where she might be spending her night!

She had on a long flowing flowery African type gown, it was silk, and it wafted about her as she moved, it was as if it was trying to catch up with the silky movements Rebecca made.

Jack stood to one side and gaped.

'Jack, don't be rude, make my guest comfortable, and offer her a drink!' she ordered angrily.

Jack jumped into action, he was already hoping she would seduce Jasmine, and he would get to watch?

They sat close together, held hands, and looked into each others eyes.

'You know why I am here Jasmine?' she asked pointedly.

'Yes Rebecca, I think I might!'

'Is he your slave now?' she asked nodding at Jack.

'Yes he is, he's my total sub, aren't you Jack?'

'Yes Mistress,' he said, bowing his head in deference.

'Go and get my bag from my car!' Rebecca ordered, and threw him her keys.

He looked at Jasmine, for guidance.

'Go on you fool, do as you are told!' Jasmine reiterated.

He hurried to do as bid.

When he came back, Jasmine and Rebecca's were no where to bee seen. He wondered what to do, he didn't dare walk in on them, he pondered and pondered. His future could be in the hands of his next decision.

To be contd.



Be Careful For What You Wish



As it happens with many young couples, when my husband and I are deep into sex he often brings up the subject of watching me with another man. He first suggested it to me about a year into our marriage. By that time, we felt we were firmly entrenched in our marriage and were quite sure of each other. 

While my vision of it invoked the pleasures brought on by two mouths and four hands bringing me constant, non ending ecstasy, I think his idea was to sit back and watch as another man took me, then joining in for "sloppy seconds." In either case, we both knew it would never happen and it would remain nothing but a fantasy that made us blow our minds with orgasms. I have always known that from day one and felt save with those assurances.

Until three years ago.

Ron and I had married just a couple of years out of high school, just enough for me to be sufficiently trained to get a job in an attorney's office and for him to get into the construction scene. All of my sex had been limited to him but I was not so naïve as to believe that I was his only one. Maybe his visions of those other women caused him to have thoughts of sharing me.

A couple of years after we were married our office took on a case that required outside assistance. Into my life stepped Eric. About ten years older than me, he was a young hotshot already making himself a name with international contracts. And he was an absolute hunk. His grandmother was from Brazil and in addition to a slightly darkened complexion, he had also inherited fluent Spanish and Portuguese languages. That was part of his tools of trade. He was also an avid soccer player, evidently part of a very high level but unprofessional league. I think that accounted for the slight, hard body.

I was as taken with him as all the other females in the building. However, any involvement was far from my mind when I agreed to work a bunch of overtime to give administrative support for the case. We simply needed all the money we could get. 

After the first week he was there, he started touching me slightly and giving me little compliments. I won't lie to you and say it didn't affect me. The little tingle that slid down my spine was unmistakable. Even though Ron showed me lots of attention, my senses seemed to be heightened by Eric's touch. Maybe it was because of the constant prodding I was getting from my husband concerning another man.

I had a habit of taking my shoes off at my desk, especially in the late evening as the long day wore on. I guess Eric had seen me do it a number of times. Finally, one evening about eight he stopped at my desk and, without saying a word, pulled a chair up next to me and motioned me to give him my bare foot.

Tentatively, I did so. He saw my hesitation and laughed it off.

"I used to give my Mother a foot rub every night when she came home from work."

I had no idea rubbing one's feet could become such a long, exacting process. He took forever, teasing me as he did. After a very short while with those wonderful hands, I relaxed. 

I don't know how long this went on before it dawned on me that I was wearing a relatively short skirt with sheer thigh high stockings. He had my leg in an elevated position and slightly bent outward. Surely he could see a lot if not everything I had to offer. Which was not much. Under my skirt I was wearing a transparent blue thong that was practically non-existent. His hands remained on my feet, though, and he continued giving them a long, slow soft massage that was beginning to shoot straight up my legs.

If I had any concern about what was going on, it evaporated when he gently tapped the bottom of my foot, got up, and jokingly said, "Next!!"

About thirty minutes later I was doing a fairly sizeable job in the copy room down the hall. I wasn't a bit surprised when Eric stuck his head in and gave me even more work. It had become pretty standard for this late at night. That night, though, he didn't leave right away and assisted me in what I was doing. It was a small space and very shortly he started touching me casually, an arm around the waist, a hand on my hip as he had to reach around me, ever now and than a slight brushing of my breast. It became more evident as it went on, but I chose not to pay a lot of attention to it. 

I just made sure I didn't do anything. It came to the point that his arm was always around me, his hand constantly on my hip, and when I sat on the little stool that was available his hands were on my knees, sometimes massaging them slowly. He never said anything off color or made a gesture that frightened me, just small intimate stuff. Even as concerned as I was, it got to the point where I'm not too sure I wasn't starting to enjoy his attention. 

I moved down off the stool but the gently touching resumed. It was around the waist at first, just rubbing the lower part of my back, sliding his hand down on my hips some, back up the full length of my back, and so on. It actually felt good, but I was really starting to wonder where this was going and was preparing myself to stop it somehow.

Finally, he slipped his hand around the front of me and gently started rubbing my stomach. I pulled away slightly and he stopped. I assumed he had the idea and that it had come to an end. Instead, he took advantage of the very confined area, which kept me at his arms length. Again he made an advance, running his hand slowly up and down my leg outside my skirt for a few minutes, not roughly but very casually. Then the hand slowly started to inch my skirt up my legs, his fingers very slowly bunching up the thin cloth. When he touched my bare leg I knew for sure then I had a situation and didn't know what to do. 

"Eric, please." I said to him quietly. I tried stepping away but his left arm was around my waist and he didn't let go. 

To my dismay his hand slowly continued touching my leg. He was in no hurry and may have been trying to prevent alarming me any more than I was. My heart was beating like crazy and I could tell he had become intense. I took his hand and removed it from me, stepping away as far as I could in the confined space. 

"Stop, Eric. I think I should go." I was hoping the look I gave him was enough to end it.

It took him less than a minute to react. Never taking his eyes off the task we were doing, he carefully slid the stool over next to me and sat on it. Unwittingly, I had trapped myself in the small confines of the room. The only way out was to go over the top of him. 

His arm went back around my waist and this time he didn't try to mask his intentions. He went straight down to my knee with his hand. In order to grab it I had to lean over slightly. I looked around at times to see if anybody just happened to "drop in" to the office. It was not out of the question and the door was wide open. Feeling like a trapped animal, my heart was beating fast and tears began to form in my eyes. How had I gotten into this? What had I done or said that would make him think I would allow him to do this? 

My reactions and self-examination didn't stop his hand. In spite of my hand trying to stop his, it had very slowly continued its advance up my leg. He suddenly reached the top of my stockings and his hand hit my bare leg. 

"O-o-o-o-h." His hand jerked and there was an audible gasp. He looked at me with slightly closed eyes. The flesh on flesh contact had definitely moved him.

I flinched, too. Even though he had been touching me for some time, it was different when his hand actually touched flesh that high on my leg. I was in a combination of shock and dismay by that time. My three thoughts were where is this going, how do I ever get out of it, and why am I not as repulsed as I should be? 

I know that he was a really attractive man, but he had no rights to me. What he did have was a really slow, soft wonderful touch and I was feeling every bit of it. I have a tendency to become wet very easy and if it had been my husband sitting there teasing me I would have been soaking wet by this time. 

As it was, through my constant but quiet objections and my ever increasing attempt to dislodge his hand, I was more than aware of the reaction from my body. Whether my morals objected or not, I knew myself well enough to know that the moisture was forming. My disapproval of the situation didn't change the fact that I could feel it. This was not going well at all!

That old saying, "The silence was deafening," would have fit us perfectly. I was screaming at him to stop without saying a word and he was telling me how excited he was without speaking, relating it to me through his now shaking fingertips. 

His hands were slowly going higher and higher, touching every part of my right leg. There were slight touches with the other leg, but only a few brushes. He concentrated on that one leg, moving slowly up. It was starting to become a blissful torture for me. I was rocking my body back and forth a little, either in an effort to get away or an unwanted reaction instinctively keeping in rhythm with his touches. 

His arm had tightened considerable around my waist. I could only hear my heart and his breathing and don't think by that time I could see anything. We had both forgotten about the work at hand and were only feeling each other out to see what was happening next. How could I have allowed this to happen? 

"Please, Eric. I don't want this." My voice was breaking with a soft sob. I was still leaning over in order to keep my grasp on his wrist, but his hand had advanced high enough that my bent over position was less noticeable than before.

He smiled softly and said, "Okay," but his hand remained high on my leg. After what seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes, his hand went under the leg band of my thong and slightly touched me, barely sliding his finger between the lips of my labia. As I suspected, I was very wet. 

"Oh, my goodness," was all he said. He started stroking me very softly, brushing me with his fingertips, feeling the dampness and apparently enjoying my attempt to stop him. He teased me unmercifully before he moved to my clit. My knees almost buckled.

"O-o-o-h-h-h." This time it was me emitting a small unintended sound. No matter how upset I was or had anticipated this move, I jumped and let out a real low moan that he had to have heard. I had become extremely sensitive there.

He was masterful. His touch was knowing and unbelievable soft. He brought me up to a level I couldn't believe and just left me hanging there for a long time. Despite the fact that I started slowly stamping my foot up and down to try to drive off the sensations, my hips were moving with his hand and I was ready to explode. 

I looked up one last time to see if there was a rescue in progress. Since there was obviously not, I pleaded one more time. 

"Please, Eric. Don't do this to me." It was very soft and quiet, my last stand, more emotional than physical as I finally released his wrist.

Rather than answering me, he simply increased the speed and pressure on the sensitive little bundle of nerves. It was more than I could stand and I came. I put my head down on my arms to stifle the sounds when it washed over me. My hips went from following his hand to jerking like crazy and I was moving up and down and twisting back against him.

Using his left hand, he pulled my skirt back and up to my waist and held it there. I could only imagine what was in front of him to see. White legs, stark in contrast to the dark colors of my hose and panties, trembling with orgasm. 

"Ni-i-i-c-c-e," His voice was appreciative. "Not enough women wear stockings any more." I could feel his erection as he pressed against me.

He kept it up for a few minutes and I knew I was on my way to coming again. I couldn't seem to stop it. Just as he slowed down and I thought it was over, his hand left my clit and his finger went inside me. It was like it was starting all over again. Eric sensed my total surrender. "Relax and enjoy it, Lisa. You look and feel so good."

It wasn't so much that I was following his instructions, but more that my mind couldn't control the physical part of me any more. Folding my arms over the edge of the table, I put my head face down on it, started gently stomping my foot again as my body convulsed, and started to come. The orgasm washed over me like a flood rather than a light rain. 

"A-a-a-h-h-h-h," my mouth moaned softly into my folded arms. Nobody could hear it but him, but he heard very well. All gentleness disappeared and he assaulted my pussy fast and hard. From the sounds coming out of him, he was immersed with personal satisfaction from watching and hearing my reactions to his touch. 

Other than looking up occasionally to survey the room, my thoughts were only on his fingers. My repulsion of the situation was gone. My conscience—vanished! The only thing I was aware of was the constant high-speed ramming my pussy was getting, then the short trip they would make up to my swollen clit for a while, then back down and in, roughly entering in long strokes. I was caught in the middle, had no control over it, and he wouldn't stop. 

Finally, he slowed down to a slow, deep stroking. He removed his hands and I was surprised when he spoke in a very soft voice.

"What do you want me to do?" His head was next to mine, his voice soft in my ear.

I couldn't believe the jolt that went through me. Was he asking me for permission to go on?

It was too late. We both knew that something special had started and it was not at all unwanted. When I didn't answer him he took the silence as approval.

I heard the unmistakable rustle of his zipper going down. He lifted my skirt up again, pulled my thong to one side, and I felt his head as it gently nudged me. Slowly, slowly, oh so slowly, he moved it up and down my channel. The wetness was providing so much lubrication it felt like silk.

He spoke, breaking the silence and giving out the invitation.

"Do we stop now?" he asked me.

My only answer was an unintelligible moan. Maybe I was trying to maintain some sort of dignity or innocence? 

"Do you want to go home?" He asked again.

After a few seconds, I could only shake my head. I still had my head buried in my arms as if trying to hide from my situation.

"You've not answered me," he said. He knew he had the power here.

"No," I said very quietly, intoxicated by the moment in hand.

He had his answer.

It was like he froze in place for a few seconds. Then he sort of plunged, stroking in and out only a few times before sending the entire length into me. I thought I had been ready, but it caught me by surprise.

"A-a-u-u-h-h." It just sort of swooped out of me. I don't know if he was bigger than Ron or not but he seemed huge at that point.

I guess he was past the point of foreplay or being able to hold back because he went into an immediate pounding of me. Every stroke almost came out of me, then plunged deep into my reaching pussy. Each time he mined deep, I could feel his balls against me and he would grind down against me.

He was breathing hard and making little noises and I started to whimper. I was moving back against him to meet his strokes and for the first time he paid attention to my breast. There was no gentleness about it. He pushed my skimpy bra up from them and started rolling my nipples roughly between his fingers and thumbs. 

Through it all was the soft encouragements from Eric. He continued to set the pace, his hands going back and forth from manipulating my nipples to gently riding the motions of my hips as they rose and fell with his strokes. He was standing almost straight up most of the time, bending over me only when he wanted to kiss my neck and pay more attention to my breast. His attention to my nipples was always at the very perfect time. I realized that the man was a sexual god. How could any woman not get off on him? 

For some reason, it was about this time that I thought of Ron. And it was a strange thought.

"Is this what you wanted?" I knew it was a question that would never really be asked or answered.

All I cared about right then was that he was deep in me and it was wonderful. I was totally out of it. His strokes were full and fast and I knew I had an orgasm steaming very quickly up the line. 

It was all I could take. My stomach convulsed, I froze momentarily in place, and I came for him like I had never before. Wave after wave came across me as I shook all over. I could feel him pumping hard into me, cupping my breast painfully but with intense pleasure, and then he exploded within me with a strange moan. He bucked forward so deep within me that I thought I could feel his semen spurting against my cervix. Not that I had ever quit coming before, but the pressure of his orgasm kept me shaking and spewing little sounds. This was not sweet love. This was not intercourse. This was a hard, hard driving fuck between two people and it was unbelievable!

He wasn't so much getting any part of my heart as much a total abandonment of my body and senses to him. Whatever it was, I couldn't seem to stop coming and started some pretty senseless sensuous chatter. He was almost punishing me with his force and moaned constantly. My body drove back to meet him with every stroke. It wouldn't stop for either of us. It was far away the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever had. 

Come was running down out of me, spreading out on my inner thighs. I felt insatiably nasty. At the end, he crashed down hard on top of me, totally spent. After a few minutes, he slowly removed himself from me, turned me around. His mouth found mine for the first time and never left it for minutes, long and hot, his tongue and mine becoming one. I realized that, if I wanted him, he was mine as much as I was his as I writhed to this new touch. Through this, I wanted more and would have screwed him all night if we had the time and he the energy.

Instead, he just walked out of the room as if nothing had happened. I was left with come pouring out of me and down my legs. 

And that was that.

When I went home that night Ron was already in bed, for which I was thankful. 

However, a couple of hours later I awoke with the distinct prodding of a hard cock against my ass.

"Wow! You're really wet." Even through my groggy and tired state my eyes flew open.

He plunged into me like a starved sailor. Then, here it came.

"Tell me about fucking another guy."

I hesitated, but knew he wasn't going to let it go.

Then, in excruciating details, I told him about how I had just fucked Eric. I even used his name and Ron knew who it was. He came like crazy, telling me it was the best story yet.

He didn't believe a word of it!!

Over the next four weeks Eric and I had sex again three times. Once on the couch in the meeting room, once on the floor in the office, and once down in the parking garage in the back seat of his car. These times, he spent a huge amount of time paying attention to my lips and breast. And if I had been overwhelmed with his cock, it was nothing in comparison to his oral sex. It was slow, creative, and devastating.

Without fail, within days if not the same night after each of these events, Ron and I would have sex. As he was drove deep and hard in me, here would come that question again. I would tell him about Eric in detail. He would blow his mind every time, loving the stories. I think he especially enjoyed them because he knew I was talking about a real person with real possibilities. And of course, he never believed them.

Eric left soon after that, on to a different assignment in a world far from me. Strangely enough, I wasn't a bit reluctant to see him go. Enough was enough, and I was afraid this was somehow going to eventually affect a life I didn't want to change.

Over the next couple of years we've had a child. Our sex life remains active and Ron's hunger for my stories of illicit affairs has never subsided. In addition to that, he has a very close friend at work who is married to a very cute, but certainly not beautiful, girl. 




Be Careful For What You Wish



Supposedly, this girl is doing exactly as Ron fantasizes; she has had some activity outside her marriage of which he husband is totally aware and totally turned on. He shares the lurid details with Ron who soaks it in like a sponge.

He has been quietly but persistently pushing me to consider it. Not only that, but he wants me to do it with somebody that we would both know and wants me to make that decision. I highly suspect it's because he wants to know who I personally think is attractive.

What he doesn't know is that there has been something new in the past three months. One day, out of the blue, I got an e-mail from Eric. He is married and lives in the San Francisco area. 

At first they were "how are you?" notes, but they quickly became very personal and sensuous. He reminded me of how much I responded to his touch and that he would like to see me again. Evidently, he and his wife swing a bit.

I made the mistake of giving him a favorable response and the next thing I knew there were phone calls. At first they were casual, but in no time I was looking over my shoulder for others in the area as I rubbed myself under the desk at his request.

In one of these weak moments, I told him about Ron's fantasy. He jumped all over it, offering himself to our service. 

So, I know there's no doubt I can fulfill Ron's wishes past his wildest imagination.

The question I have for myself is, will I?



Be Careful In The Park



My God! I was going to get raped. And the people I thought I knew, if only slightly, were going to do it. I could just make out in the dim light from the moon the members of a local street gang that were about to extend their escapades to include rape. There were six of them, a street gang I had seen around my ‘patch’. 

They had never given me trouble and I thought they had me pegged as a sad old transvestite cruising for trade (which I was). They were all young, fit and no doubt full of the beer they'd obviously been drinking that evening. But I hadn't come out looking for trouble that evening, that wasn't my scene at all, even so I had only myself to blame for the fix I was in.

I had walked down to the local park and was sitting in my favourite dark corner, looking for punters who occasionally cruised the park looking for action. I was dressed for action; red Lycra miniskirt, blue and black sequined top, sheer black nylon stockings, sheer red nylon panties, garter belt and black ‘fuck me’ high heels. I had put on gaudy ‘slut make-up’ and my favourite brunette wig. I'd was having a chat with a older man I'd met before, the memories of an earlier visit he’d made back to my flat quite turning me on. 

Unfortunately the street gang now entered the park and my ‘friend’ just turned and ran. The gang swaggered up to me. Possibly stupidly I lit a cigarette as they approached and instead of passing, the gang veered over to my seat, a voice asking, "Can you spare a couple of cigs?" These boys I paid more attention to, all being late teens or early twenties and having a reputation for trouble. As I said, obviously they'd had more than a couple of beers apiece but not over the top. 

One was jet black; he looked the oldest, wearing white rugby style shorts and a black T. The youngest looking was also coloured, more a coffee colour, in his case wearing denim shorts and a polo shirt. The others were white but standing more in the shadow so I couldn't make them out so clearly at that time. I handed over a couple of cigarettes saying I couldn't spare any more and was told. 

"No problem." 

They stood round to light them and the thought had just crossed my mind that I wouldn't mind meeting one or two of them at a time down here when the oldest asked, out of the blue, 

"Do you suck cock u dirty old Tranny?" I was taken aback and without really thinking and replied, 

"It has been known." There must have been some sort of pre-arrangement between them because he pushed the younger coloured boy toward me laughing and saying, 

"Well lets see you then. My friend here has been sporting a hard on all night and he says he will even stick it in a fat old tranny like you to get relief." 

My face was just level with the denim shorts, the front of which he was massaging slowly. Judging by the bulge I hadn't heard a lie. As he was pushed even closer he asked, 

"Are you sure you don't mind?" Why should I mind? It was what I'd come down here for, even though I'd not expected an audience. The other males would no problem if they wanted to watch, it just turned me on more. In reply I just licked my lipstick lips. God! I was in a sluttish mood I thought to myself. 

That was all the encouragement he required and pulling down the zip on his shorts pulled out a nice looking weapon, already more than half hard. It was what I called a nice size and shape, cut, about six inches long and the girth in proportion, nicely coloured to match his skin tone. 

He used his hand to move it tentatively to my red painted lips where his courage failed and I could see it just start to wilt. Without further ado I moved my head forward and grasped an inch or so between my lips, using my tongue to wash round the end. He gasped and immediately became fully hard, his natural instincts taking over as he moved forward, plunging the whole six inches down my throat without warning. 

I managed to hold tight as he placed his hands on my head and started rocking back and forth. He must have been playing with it, or talking about it, most of the night as I was only just getting used to it when he pulled out, yelling "I'm cumming," and proceeded to jack off rapidly, shooting over my sequined blouse. That seemed to decide the rest as they all moved forward and one of the white boys dropped his shorts to display a fully hard, slightly larger cut cock, which he poked out at my face. 

Normally I do love a cut cock and needed no would need no further bidding to wrap my lips round it and work it but now I was scared. They were drunk, horny, and trouble. This seemed to settle it for them and I became aware the other lads all had their cocks out, rubbing them excitedly. The older coloured boy made his way forward and pointed his groin at my face. "How about this then? You fucking tranny slut" he asked. 

This when I realised I was in serious trouble. 

I gasped "My God! No." It was huge, had to be a foot long and possibly two inches across. It looked like a massive black broom handle pointed at me. 

"No one can take that," I gasped.

"Well your going to," he growled. Without further ado the lads pulled me up and hustled me over to the children's roundabout in the play area. That was all he said to me directly for some time, giving others instructions as to what they should do to me, how to place me, how to hold me. The roundabout was one of the old style, solid wood planks, well worn, with a small running board and four metal handles crossing over the top. 

Under their leader’s instructions they soon had me spread out on my back between two of the handles, they pulled my panties to one side exposing my puckered ass, my sheer stockinged legs where spread wide and my high heeled feet where high in the air. The white boy who'd just fucked my face knelt behind holding my head up and cushioning it somewhat from the bars. Some of them had stripped off by now and it was obvious that even if they weren't, going to leave me alone until they had all had their way with me. One of the boys climbed on the roundabout and knelt with his cock pointing at my face. 

He was quite dark, only about eighteen but already with a hairy chest, continuing to a lesser extent over his body. He just knelt there masturbating for a while and I felt a pair of hands start to feel my arse, first gently and then with more vigour. One, two, then three fingers inserting themselves up my passage. I couldn't see who it was but he knew what he was doing. As my arse muscles started to spasm the fingers withdrew and a voice said "now" and I heard and felt someone spit on my ass-bud, “natural lubricant” a sleazy voice laughed. I recognised the feeling of what entered me next, a medium sized cock was pushed deep inside me, and it wasted no time but started to attack me straight away. In, Out, In, Out. 

He was reaching my prostate without any problem. Even though I was being raped, I was going to cum soon if not very careful. I managed to mumble something along those lines in between loosing my breath each time he rammed his cock in and out of me. 

"That's OK. So am I." laughed the lad kneeling over my face as he sped up the speed of his wrist and with a series of soft yells shot over my painted face and lipstick lips. 

All this time the attack on my arse had continued, 

I heard, "I'm cumming. God I’m cumming. Here we go." And the attack intensified with half a dozen sharp thrusts as I felt his stream shoot inside me. He shuddered a couple of times and pulled out. Lying there catching my breath I was hardly aware as the lads changed places. 

Now my head was being clenched more tightly, one lad was standing each side of me holding my now laddered, stocking clad legs back in position and the weapon was rubbing against my panties that had slid back and now covered the entrance to my arse. I looked up to see the leader with his huge cock in his hand pointed at my arse, from which his mate’s semen was leaking and staining the crotch of my panties. I started to struggle, 

"No, I can't," I said.

"Yes you will, your arse is well and truly lubricated now" he snarled. I struggled but someone grabbed my high-heeled feet and pulled my legs high over my head exposing my come-soaked panty-clad arse.

The lad kneeling at my arse pulled the soaked slinky fabric to one side and positioned his manhood at the puckered flower. Amazingly, the usual flush of expectation of a good fucking flowed over me I felt myself relax against my own will. I know what I'd said but there was no way I could take him. He had to be a foot long and at least two inches across. A solid black ebony shaft. As his cock demanded access to my hole it seemed to glisten and grin in the moonlight. 

"Right?" was all he said. 

"No!" I managed to reply. It didn't matter. Whatever I said, it didn't matter. He was going to fuck me. He was going to rape me. No one was going to do a thing about it. The other lads that were holding me in position were getting excited now. I could see hands moving, two bodies kneeled beside me, flies were unzipping, but all were watching his weapon as it probed my entrance. He was slow; I'll give him that. 

He stopped for a moment as soon as the entrance was forced, but only to allow me another gasp before starting again on a slow but inexorable voyage of discovery inside me. It never seemed to stop a little push, stop, pull back, and push again. Each time a greater violation. He punched past my prostate almost without my being aware and still the exploration continued. Deeper than I'd ever been violated before. If I'd not been so excited and scared at the same time and held so tightly there wasn't any way I could have withstood the punishment. 

I could hear myself letting out little yelps and groans whenever I had the breath, which wasn't very often. Each time I gasped in order to keep breathing he forced his cock in again before I had time to fill my lungs. It felt as if that monster penis of his was splitting me apart. It wasn't a cock. It had a life of it's own. It was a weapon and he was using it on me. It stopped. I managed to take a clean breath, open my eyes and look up. The leader was looking down on me with mixed emotions flashing over his face. Joy, fear, ecstasy, approval, astonishment. "I've never had it in a tranny’s arse before. 

“You are one tight bitch!" I was in pain, but such glorious pain. 

I'd never been so thoroughly possessed before. I knew he was raping me. No way could it be called regular sex. He might damage me. But deep inside was a feeling that I wanted more. I just had to have more. 

"Get on with it." was all I replied. 

With an even bigger grin he pulled back slowly and that was all my body needed to move on to higher plane of sexual ecstasy. I must have been a quite a sight, my skirt rucked up, sheer nylons laddered, legs held spread, panties pushed to one side of my open arse that was impaled by a huge black cock. 

The two lads who were holding my legs had freed their hard cocks from their shorts and while one crammed it past my lipstick lips and into my mouth, the other was busy stroking his cock and alternately rubbing it on my cheek and in my hair. Someone grabbed hold of my cock and was squeezing it hard each time the unknown assailant rammed his cock in me. 

That seemed to be a general signal for the other lads and I felt other hands moving over my body, rubbing cocks on my stocking legs, wanking over my face, and then my opera gloved hands were held and wrapped around two more throbbing penises. Was everyone going to use me tonight? I was aware of the weapon up my arse as it started to swell and judder and as it started to shoot, I felt the cock in my mouth explode and come filled my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. 

The two cocks that I had been forced to wank also ejected their loads, I felt the sticky come saturate my black silky gloves. The other lad rubbing his cock on my face shot a stream of come over my eyes, mascara was running down my face in a stream of hot semen. The lad that was dry humping my sheer stocking leg groaned at this sight and I felt his cock shudder against my stocking thigh and I felt the warm wet feel of come through my laddered nyloned calf. Finally the young black man that was raping my arse stopped, he withdrew his flaccid penis and looked over his shoulder, smiled an evil smile, and said, 

“Here, you can have what’s left of this bitch now.” A younger coloured boy took his place and lay on top of me. 

He didn’t seem to care that I was coved in come and leaking sticky white semen from my arse and lips. He leaned down and kissed me deeply now that the deflated penis of his friend had withdrawn from my smudged lipstick lips. I felt his cock stiffen through his shorts as he pressed against the nylon panties covering my penis. The lads holding my legs, having achieved their orgasms and having no further use for this “tranny slut” had let go of my legs and were stuffing their sticky cocks back in their shorts. 

The young black boy on top of me reached down and released his penis from his shorts. He was humping it against my panty cock, obviously too aroused and too inexperienced to try to enter me, he had decided to come quickly against me. 

I realised he was the last in the long procession of rapists that were using my body for their own pleasure, taking what they wanted by force, even though I would have given it gladly one at a time in my flat. I decided that I could take no more, I was fully aroused, even though I had been raped in every orifice, was covered in come, my make-up smeared, my nylons ruined, my clothes ripped. I lifted my legs around the lad that was dry humping me through my panties and wrapped them around his back. 

I pushed up and met his thrusts as his cock pressed against mine through the sheer nylon of my panties. I lifted my head, covered in come and smeared make-up and pushed my lipstick smudged, recently raped mouth against his. I rammed my tongue down his throat and started to dry fuck him earnestly. 

His inexperience was obvious as he started to squeal as his cock spasmed against mine, drenching my panties and soaking through to my now throbbing penis, which erupted in unison. I gripped him in my embrace tighter as our cocks continued to jet come against each other. Finally he lay still and then pushed himself off me and joined the circle of rapists standing around me. 

They were all laughing and looking down at me. There I was, my skirt hiked up, my penis slowly deflating, covered in semen, my clothes ruined. The leader of the street gang, the one who had raped my arse with his enormous cock spoke. 

“Come around here again you fag tranny bitch you’re going to get the same” He turned his back and started walking away with the rest of his gang slowly following laughing and jeering amongst themselves. The young black lad who had used me last suddenly broke away from the gang and ran back to me. 

“What now,” I thought. He knelt beside me, lifted my head and gave me a soft passionate kiss. He whispered in my ear, 

“Please do come back, that was the most exciting experience of my life.” His lips brushed mine again and he shot up and sprinted after his friends. I lay there and couldn’t believe I was thinking…………………………..”I might just come back here next week.” 

The Beginning 



Be Careful Of What You Wish For



I have been working on her for a long time with little success. My fantasy is for her to experience bondage and discipline from a master. She is independent and obstinate to a fault. She will think nothing of biting her nose off to spite her face. You can imagine my challenge.

It all started when we came out of the closet. She found out about my sexual obsessions and I found out her fantasies. Since then a lot of the sexual tension that underscored our lives has dissipated. Those dirty little secrets weren't secrets anymore. They weren't dirty, either. Perhaps, prurient captures their essence better.

Her fantasies are pretty tame. She wants to be fucked hard and made to suffer an assault that leaves her breathless and totally sated. That's not how I like sex and try as I might, I can't give her the pleasure she craves. I can't be brutal enough for her (I don't like the idea of hurting anyone, least of all, her) and I'm not a good enough lover to know how to push all the right buttons, when, in what sequence and, of course, how hard to best satisfy her. Oh, I know all the buttons, I think, but playing her like a virtuoso through them is beyond my understanding.

She says she's happy with our sex life but if so, why her fantasies, or do we all have them regardless of how fulfilling our sex lives are? We've been together a long time so that gives some weight to her claim but still, if the fantasy persists there must be some unfulfilled need. So, her fantasy has become my fantasy.

She will never have sex with anyone except me. If she is to experience her fantasy she has to get past that. I have not been successful arguing and creating the conditions for her to change a lifetime's belief. She's not religious, it's just what she thinks a person of her age and situation should do. The alternative explanation is too depressing to consider: she doesn't enjoy sex (with me) enough to expend the emotional and physical energy needed to take that step. And, if that lack of interest is due in whole or part to me not having satisfied her enough to be willing, then you can see where this line of reasoning takes me. The plan is to broaden her knowledge and experience so taking that step becomes possible. I need a catalyst.

She is curious about BDSM but not obsessed with it. While her interest is passing she has expressed interest in being at a session to observe it firsthand. She has surfed the web looking for and watching it.

I researched BDSM and emailed doms. After a lot of soul searching I finally called a few to discuss what I was seeking. If they didn't or wouldn't do what I wanted I asked for recommendations for others and talked to them. I finally reduced the list to three candidates. None were local. I travel enough that over the course of a year or so I was able to meet each to discus and further refine my plan. What resulted was a tight cohesive script to take her to the very edge of what was possible. I made my choice.

Arrangements were made, schedules confirmed and money spent. I told her I had a most unusual birthday present for her that required we go out of town. Her curiosity piqued; she consented. We arrived in mid-afternoon, limoed to the hotel and settled in for a few hours before heading out for dinner. We had a cozy romantic meal on her birthday eve in an upscale restaurant where she had her favorite meal. 

We were dressed semi-formally, though something we rarely do it was appropriate to the clientele seated around us. I wore a dark suit with a maroon silk tie. I have a weakness for Oscar de la Renta and a closet full of his ties. The maroon is my favorite and she knows it. She wore a cocktail dress that she bought for the occasion. That evening was the first time I saw it. Made of a shimmering dark green fabric it was cut to hang on her like skin. I loved the cowl neckline because of the possibility of it exposing her breasts, something I never tire of seeing. Of course, she knew my preferences and played to them.

She wore a green bra engineered to emphasize her breasts, not reveal them. A hemline that cut her at the knees, and a modest slit up one thigh with nude, strappy four-inch heels transformed her from an early, middle-aged housewife into a goddess with unlimited potential. Her hair, makeup and jewelry were appropriate but understated. She felt good about how she looked and I loved it. With good wine she was like putty by the time we were through. I could have asked for and received anything at that point. That was the point.

We taxied to a large discrete residence just outside the city center in an old part of town that still enjoyed the glory of its past and stood as a jewel among many. The house was of the Victorian style but with minimal gingerbread cues. Barely visible from the street, the landscaping was mature with large, beautiful trees and immaculately manicured lawns and gardens. It could easily be mistaken for a museum. There was a circular drive that was familiar to the taxi driver. As he turned in I noticed the driveway also went straight cutting between a carriage house to the right and the main residence on the left. Landscape lighting revealed a paved courtyard separating the two with a lit portico on the left to protect arriving and departing guests from the weather. A limousine was there, dropping off guests even though the weather was mild, clear, and dry. Attendants were in evidence assisting the arrivals. I wondered had we arrived earlier or in a limousine would we have been taken to the courtyard entrance?

The driver pulled to a stop at a permanently mounted awning covered in dark blue material. The gable end of the awning announced that this was the Hanover House in white script letters. An attendant was waiting for us. He was impeccably dressed and groomed. It wasn't a livery, per se but was carefully chosen, an understated but elegant presentation. He wore a smooth silver button in his lapel. Opening the door he helped Sophie out. She waited for me on a deep maroon carpet that followed the awning to the porch steps and then up to the entrance where another attendant, identical to the first was waiting for us.

As we approached I was not surprised to note a registered historic site plaque mounted to the left of the front doors. The attendant opened both doors with a bit of flourish and stepped aside allowing us to enter. Curiously, he did not respond when we thanked him. As the attendant at the curb, he merely smiled and bobbed his head. With his arm raised and hand held out he gestured us to enter where we were greeted by yet another attendant. He was standing square to the doors in an elegant foyer. His appearance was identical to the two attendants we had just met except that his lapel button was gold. After welcoming us to the Hanover House he held out his hand to me for our invitation.  After briefly scanning it he smiled, took the duplicate and handed back the original in its envelope. Sophie still had no idea what I had planned but trusted my judgment to have arranged a perfect ending to an otherwise perfect evening. At his urging we followed him as he took us into the residence proper.

He led us down the hall, past a parlor, then a library, past several closed doors to a barrel vaulted passageway opening to the right. As we turned in I noticed another, similarly attired attendant had taken up the station our attendant had vacated by the front doors. The dark paneling, subtle lighting and rich floor coverings in the passageway announced the elegance and reserved good taste of the House. It smelled of rubbed and polished wood, and leather. The next attendant met us in another foyer, standing in front of an entrance to a large lounge. He wore a gold lapel button similar to the worn by our escort. 

A short distance away stood a second attendant in conversation with other guests. Behind him was second entrance to the lounge. Because we had not seen any other guests since arriving I assumed they had entered through the courtyard. They were dressed more formally and elegantly than us. While I could not understand their conversation it seemed the attendant and they were familiar to each other. As their invitations changed hands I noticed their wax imprimaturs were red.

After handing us off our escort handed the duplicate invitation to the attendant, excused himself, and left. Our new attendant looked at the duplicate, placed it on a side table behind him and greeted us on behalf of the Hanover House. There were three stacks of invitations on the table. Ours was put on the left hand-most stack. The other stacks were smaller.

"You will notice there are three entrances leading from the lounge area behind me, each a different color. One matches the wax seal on your invitation, green. You are welcome to mingle with our patrons and help yourselves to food and beverages of your choice provided in the lounge. Your invitation indicates this is the first time you have visited us. Please do not feel isolated by your lack of familiarity with our protocols and returning patrons. More than a third of this evening's patrons are here for the first time, as well. Most of them will be in your theater.

"You are welcome to every part of the pavilion with one exception. The performers and stage areas may not be visited until after the evening's performances are complete. Thereafter, you may linger and engage the performers in their ready rooms and examine the stage and associated equipment. No beverages or food are allowed in the theater or its associated spaces at any time.

"You may retire from your theater early but we request you only do so between performances to allow the other patrons to enjoy themselves without interruption and, not the least of which, the performers. As a courtesy to all, please remain seated and silent throughout. Any questions? The lights in the lounge will dim signaling the performance is to begin in ten minutes. Once the performance starts no one will be allowed to enter until the first performance is complete, approximately twenty minutes later. If assistance is required there are attendants in the lounge to help. Food servers are not permitted to address the patrons; they may be distinguished by silver lapel buttons, similar to those worn by valets and ushers. In addition to providing general assistance, those with lapel buttons the color of your invitation will be the most help. Should you require special assistance please ask the Concierge. He is authorized to assist all patrons in all matters. He oversees Hanover House. He wears a boutonnière in lieu of a lapel button. His name is Graves, Mr. Graves.

"One final point, security is provided by attendants wearing black lapel buttons. You may rely on their discretion and professionalism to guarantee your safety and security. If they instruct you please do what they ask immediately. A great deal may rely on your cooperation and compliance. If an alarm sounds remain where you are until a security attendant arrives.

"With that, let me welcome you, again. If there are no further questions please enjoy yourselves and the performances. Watch your step, descending." He stepped aside entreating us to pass through the entrance to the lounge. We stepped out onto a small landing shared by the other entrance. A few steps were positioned at both ends for access to the lounge level. The lounge was long and high. Three large chandeliers hung from the ceiling comprised of many, small panels of faintly colored glass in every hue imaginable causing the lounge to be bathed in soft white light.

Perhaps fifty couples were in the lounge, some seated but most standing. Their distribution seemed centered in front of double-door theater entrances evenly spaced down the long side of the lounge opposite us. Each was fronted with leather dyed green, blue or red. By far the largest cluster of patrons was to the left in front of the green theater doors. Buffets were against the near, long wall on both sides of the landing behind us. Bars were set up on the short walls. It was very much like the grand concourse in a large theater. Actually, it was too elaborate for such a small gathering. But, the patrons' dress and appearance was what you would expect at a major theater concert.  About half were wearing tuxedoes and evening gowns while the rest were dressed as we were. Again, my perception of the scene was the crowds by the blue and red theater entrances were more formally dressed.

Sophie was taking it in along with me. A brief moment after arriving an attendant with a gold lapel button approached asking to be of assistance. Explaining what was available he took our drink requests to the bar. The buffet was exclusively small finger food. None of it was messy or of a type to fill you. It became immediately clear that it was provided to facilitate a transition of newly arrived guests to the crowd of patrons. It was very subtle and appropriate. I took one, small canapé and thanked the attendant for my drink, single malt scotch, neat. Sophie took her cabernet sauvignon and we moved toward the far end to the green doors theater entrance.

"This is all so elegant and mysterious. Where are we and what are we going to see? And, look at all these men with subtle distinctions of rank and purpose. They could just as easily be impersonating characters in a charade, like Colonel Mustard and Professor Plum. It's all so theatrical, just short of being over done, and extravagant."

"As I understand it, it is done to heighten newcomers' curiosity like ours and increase the aura of exclusivity and dark purpose for returning patrons. It is intended to be consistent with the performances."

"What are the performances: singing, dancing, theatrical, performance art?"

"Ah, well, that's the surprise. Happy birthday, Sweetheart, may all your dreams come true." As if on cue the lights dimmed and slowly switched back and forth to the normal level. "Here we go." The hubbub of the crowd tailed off but excitement seemed to crackle in the air as patrons coalesced at the colored, leather covered doors. The theaters consumed their audiences slowly but steadily. We had started at the buffet area furthest from our theater's entrance. By the time we got there we were nearly the last to enter. Only late arrivals were behind us. An attendant with a green-colored lapel button greeted us at the door. Looking at our invitation he directed us to the first row, right of center.

Entering we found ourselves in a large open space with two dozen or so seats arrayed in a semi-circle around a slightly raised stage that conformed to the space defined by the seating arrangements. The seats were freestanding, upholstered in leather dyed the same color as the entrance doors. Generous space separated every pair of chairs from others. Ours were C1 and C2. Ushers were stationed between the sections to help patrons find their seats. It seemed pretty obvious which ours were so we went outside the section and walked to the front. Seated and comfortable Sophie leaned to me and softly said, "This is exciting!" and squeezed my hand. She had no idea. Admission to this venue was very, very expensive. I had paid a premium for the seats. It was money well spent if Sophie enjoyed herself. There was still some doubt of that. My greatest fear was that she would bolt after the first performance.

House lighting faded as the ushers removed themselves. A system of theatrical lighting suspended from the ceiling highlighted the center front of the stage. Stepping into it was the attendant with the green lapel button. Behind him were dark shapes of props, their shapes and textures looked vaguely industrial.

He greeted and thanked us for attending before telling us the evening would have three performances of approximately twenty minutes duration each with a five-minute break between them.

He explained this theater was designated for new and first-time patrons. As such, he would occasionally provide information about the performances throughout to give the patrons a better understanding of what was transpiring. At the conclusion of the last performance patrons were encouraged to meet the performers and examine their props. As he concluded his remarks Sophie reached over and grabbed my hand. Squeezing it she turned to me with a smile and pantomimed a kiss before returning her attention to the stage.

The stage darkened and then slowly lit revealing a man and woman. She appeared to be in her twenties, him older by at least a decade. She was very tall (made even taller by her high heels), slender and very attractive. He was stocky, swarthy and his head shaved bald. She wore a simple flower print dressing gown. He was in a skin-tight black t-shirt and black jeans. "This evening's first performance is a demonstration of different restraint techniques with rope. Rest assured that our performers will not be hurt or harmed. Stacy is unusually flexible. She is quite capable of taking and holding contorted positions without being restrained by the rope that you may find uncomfortable imagining yourselves attempting. She will assume the final restrained position before Max binds her to demonstrate her flexibility. Please proceed."

Stacy smiled at the audience and opened her dressing gown. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor revealing her nakedness; she stood before us wearing only her high-heeled shoes. An assistant came out and removed the gown from the floor. Returning to the stage he handed Max coil of rope. Max placed a hand on her back to direct her to a small platform elevated about two feet off the floor and steadied her as she stood on it. Now sure of herself she bent and folded her limbs to assume a position that resulted in her squatting with her thighs resting on her calves, and her arms behind her back with forearms stacked, palms out. Her knees were slightly spread. He released a latch that allowed him to walk the platform full circle exposing Stacy's body to the audience from all angles. Her breasts and genitalia were clearly visible.  A neutral expression and calm acceptance of her situation prevented it from becoming salacious.

I looked at Sophie to find her returning my gaze with a surprised and questioning expression. So far so good. Max steadied her and the platform as she returned to the stage floor. She stood up and shook her arms out before returning them to their position behind her back and turning sideways. Max started in with the rope coiling it around her forearms. The attendant now explained that while Stacy was being bound another binding technique would be demonstrated. The stage rotated to reveal another pair. This time it was two women. One was dressed in black leather, the other in a dressing gown. Of similar size and age the one in the dressing gown looked very Midwestern, blonde, high forehead, strong chin, blue eyes and so on while the dominatrix was a dark brunette with heavy makeup, red lipstick and nail polish.

Behind them stood a large metal ring assembly that turned out to be gimbaled, like a ship's compass. Latches were used to lock the gimbals and stand so that the naked performer could mount and position herself within the inner ring. Taking a pose reminiscent of da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, her feet rested on pads attached to the ring, her hands grabbed bars further up the ring. The dominatrix signaled off-stage for an assistant to attach the performer to the pads and grabs. Sturdy leather straps attached to the ring at each point were used to bind her to them. Large heavy brass buckles secured the straps. The assistant was dressed identically to the one tying Stacy up with rope.

At the dominatrix's signal the assistant unlocked the gimbals and stand, and slowly rotated them to position the performer in positions exposing her body and its parts to the patrons. Nothing was left to our imaginations.  Returning the performer to a full upright position and the rings nested within each other the assistant locked them in place before retreating from the spotlight. The dominatrix took what looked like a riding crop from the table behind her and switched it in front of her. Leather tabs at the end had been replaced with a downy feather.




Be Careful Of What You Wish For



She started by slowly tracing the performer's silhouette with the feather. At sensitive spots she ran the feather back and forth to heighten the contact. She spent the most time at the performer's breasts, thighs and pussy. Slowly she retraced her steps talking softly to the performer. Even though we were in the front row I couldn't understand what they were saying. All I heard was a soft murmur although the dominatrix's voice had an edge to it while the performer's did not.

Before long the performer started rolling and twisting her head, and moaning. At the dominatrix's direction the assistant unlatched the stand and rotated the contraption and performer placing her upside down her backside to the patrons. She repeated the teasing and sensitive rubbing spending time at the back of the performer's knees, inside her thighs and, of course, her ass. While doing this she reached behind her for the assistant to place a riding crop with leather tabs in her other hand. Without interrupting her pace she shifted from feather to leather and continued her tracing.

Instead of teasing the performer's sensitive spots she now rested the crop there and lightly patted her. Almost too fast to follow she snapped the crop on her ass with a loud crack. The performer tensed and jerked, accepting her treatment. At the crack Sophie jerked and sharply inhaled making more noise than the performer. She quickly turned to look at me for my reaction while grabbing my hand.

Her expression was one of concern conflicted with curiosity. She didn't look at me long. It was more like a glance and quickly returned her attention to the stage. She was sitting upright in her chair intently following the action in front of her. She hadn't bolted.

The dominatrix continued with the crop. The assistant rotated the performer until she was facing the audience still upside down. To my surprise she struck her breasts, several times. I guess to a woman observing this her reaction would be similar to a man seeing another man being struck in the crotch. You'd cringe. Next, she traced the crop down her chest and abdomen coming to rest on her pussy. Rubbing her with the leather tabs she lightly tapped her mons. Then, quicker than you could follow she snapped a hard slap. I heard the crack before I'd realized what had happened. I looked at Sophie. Her attention was focused on the stage with a grimaced expression.

The dominatrix switched to a cat o' nine tails and began flogging her as the stage rotated again to reveal a man and a woman. This time the man wore a robe and it was the woman that was provocatively dressed. When the stage was centered in front of the audience the man dropped his robe. It had been all he'd worn. A wood beam was lowered so that he could grasp it. With his arms spread an assistant bound him to it.

He spread his legs and was bound to another beam lying on the floor, taking the Vitruvian Man, spread eagle position. The beam binding his arms apart was raised lifting the man and leg-spreading beam off the floor. As he was being bound, arms and legs, he had slowly become erect. Now that he was in the air his dick was pointing straight out. I don't know if it was the anticipation of knowing or not knowing what awaited him that caused that reaction. Sophie was into it.

The woman was dressed in skimpy underwear. Maybe that's what got him aroused? She took a switch from a table behind her and had the assistant turn him around before she started caning. Not all her strikes were hard. Most were teases and, if this is the right way to describe them, caresses. But, every now and then she'd lay into him with one or a series of strikes that raised welts on his ass and thighs. He grunted each time.

She had him turned around and began striking his genitals. None of the strikes were hard (thank God) but he jerked with each blow. Finally, she took some leather contraption and bound his cock and balls. The restraint around his balls was tightened above his testicles to distend them. With that she turned around and faced the audience.

The attendant's voice told us that that concluded the first performance and we would have a five-minute break before the second performance started. A curtain dropped and the lights shifted from the stage to the audience. I turned to Sophie and asked how she was. She was almost hyperventilating. Her cheeks were blushing and her eyes were wide. "Oh, my God, Doug. It's so much more intense live than on the computer or those DVDs. I started out feeling sorry for the performers at their humiliation and pain but then it dawned on me that they sought those feelings to satisfy something else. That it was almost therapeutic. Oh, thanks so much for bringing me here. This is surreal.

I got up to stretch as she was talking. When she was done she stood up and gave me a peck on the cheek.

The break over, the house lighting went down and the curtain was raised. When the spotlight was on Stacy was on the pedestal bound as we had been told. Max quickly began untying her and before long had her free. Helping her down they held hands as they bowed to the audience. They received enthusiastic applause.

The stage rotated. The woman in the gimbaled rings was freed in the same manner and, together with her dom, was applauded as well. The stage rotated again and the man's cock and balls, arms and legs were freed to the appreciation of the audience. Finally, all three couples moved to stage front to a standing ovation. They turned and left the stage, the doms stage left, and the subs stage right.

The curtain dropped and frantic activity began rearranging the stage while the attendant introduced the next performance.

The evening was a success. Sophie was excited and animated. She talked all the way back to the hotel in the cab. I suggested we stop at the hotel bar for a drink before heading upstairs. She wanted none of that and pulled me into the elevator. In the room she ducked into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Knowing something was afoot I started undressing. I had my socks and shoes off when she emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing more new clothing I'd never seen before. It was more like resort wear. She had a shear white mesh over garment that did nothing to hide her g-string bikini bottom. That was it. That was enough. She came over and gave me a big hug and kiss thanking me for the best birthday celebration she'd ever had with promises she'd make it up to me, and then some. If she only knew. I could hardly wait for the payback but our celebration was far from over. I had something lined up for tomorrow she knew nothing about.

She told me she'd finish undressing me. As she was unbuttoning my shirt she said she was going to start her payback this evening. By the time she had me undressed I had a hard on. She quickly went to it and took me deep in her throat before backing off and making love to it. She's a skilled cocksucker and really enjoys it. More than once she's told me over the years that she loves playing with my dick. I'm happy I can give her so much enjoyment.

She pushed me back and up onto the bed before sliding up herself. She took my head in her hands and started kissing me. This was more than a simple kiss. She was fishing for my tongue and, finding it, began sucking like it was a little dick. Redoubling her efforts she ground her body into mine with as much enthusiasm as she was kissing me. Searching for more sensory overload I put my hand on her g-string and began exploring her labia when I noticed she was bald, her surprise for me. I couldn't wait to see it and feel her smooth softness on my lips and tongue. To my delight she was already wet. She told me later that she started flowing during the performance and had jerked herself off more than once this evening before we got back to the room. I quickly put two fingers in her and teased her g-spot.

It was all downhill from there. I got off after her second orgasm. Bringing her down the second time I was feeling the effects of getting off myself. Not as young and virile as I had been in my youth it is now rare that I get off twice. She appreciated it, though. She's repeatedly told me over the years that her favorite moment in sex with me was feeling my semen drubbing her cervix. We fell asleep in each other's arms. We slept soundly and long. I woke up first. Slipping out from under her grasp I tiptoed to the bathroom and got cleaned up for a fresh assault. In bed I thought she'd enjoy waking up to me lapping her labia and clit. She did. Feigning sleep she held off as long as she could before grabbing for me. Whereas our sex last night was more raw and physical, this morning was soft and slow lovemaking. We enjoyed each other and ourselves. Totally sated and drained we lay hugging each other barely talking to just enjoy the moment. Slowly and with regret we pulled apart and began the post-coitus ritual of cleaning and arranging ourselves for a new day.

I suggested we have breakfast because I had plans for us at 1PM. We rushed to get dressed and head out for a snack. It was mid morning and we'd need to have breakfast soon to not spoil our lunch plans. Returning to the room Sophie asked where we were going and how she should dress for the lunch appointment. I told her to dress casual and comfortable but wouldn't tell her more. We headed out shortly before 1PM. We got to the restaurant on time. I told her to go ahead to our table while I went to the restroom. It was reserved in our name. The host led her away as I held back. I could see she was surprised to find a two men and a woman already seated at our table. When she sat with the host's assistance I ducked out and went back to the hotel.

When I got back to the hotel I settled in and started watching a movie. Room service fed me lunch. If she wasn't back by 3PM I knew I wouldn't see her until later that evening or possibly tomorrow morning.

I was eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant when Sophie sat down. The waiter brought her a menu. She quickly ordered coffee and waited for it to be poured before even acknowledging me. "Well, we have lots to talk about. Let me be first. How much of everything that happened did you know about? Not quite. We deviated from the script a few times. This weekend must have cost a fortune. $15,000! That's more than I expected. But, then I got so much. Maybe it was worth it. I know it changed me. Can you tell?"

There was something different about her: some aloofness, anger, a confrontational edge to her conversation, and curiosity, a lot of curiosity. I didn't feel any warmth. She was very cool. "What I am most upset about is that you spent this much money, and that you set this up without talking to me first about it. Don't ever do that again." She got that out before giving me a chance to answer her question. Had she, the answer would have been 'Yes.'

"Before I forget, I'm going out this evening. I have a date for dinner and entertainment afterward. You are welcome to join us for the entertainment but it is not necessary. I won't be back until tomorrow morning about this time. What time is our flight? 11AM? Good. That works. I plan to sleep this afternoon so if we need to talk I prefer we do it now."

Wow. Was this Sophie sitting across from me, or someone masquerading in her body? I knew there was a strong chance my plans would deeply affect her but this was not what I expected.

"I guess I should start at the beginning. I spent more than a year conceiving and making the arrangements for this weekend. I did it because I wanted you to broaden your sexual horizons. We've been together so long that I felt we had become too comfortable and familiar to each other. I didn't think I could give you new experiences so I looked for a way that could happen. There were several. I thought this would be the least traumatic. 

(She laughed at that.)

"I contacted the Hanover House and talked to the concierge, Mr. Graves and explained what I hoped to accomplish and my plan for getting there. He was initially skeptical and reluctant to help. I discussed the script I had developed and waited for his reaction. He asked more questions and seemed to mull it over in his mind a few moments until he said it might be possible if he made a few changes. He pointed out that depending upon your responses it might be necessary to make changes on the fly. I agreed."

"I'm so glad you were making decisions that would have such profound consequences without consulting me, first."

"Of course, that is clearly a mistake that wasn't so clear at the time. I'm sorry for that. It won't happen again. Other features of the plan were that you would participate in the performances as an assistant and could be a performer for an after hours session without an audience, just him and perhaps some of the performers. I left it up to him to determine if you were interested in a private session as a performer."

"You can bet it won't happen again. Tell me, had you seen the performances before suggesting I might be a performer myself, after hours?"

"Yes."

"Then you knew to be a performer I would be naked, naked in front of men and women I didn't know, right?"

"Yes, that's true. I realize that would put you outside your comfort zone but thought it was something you could deal with as long as sex wasn't involved."

"Did you ever consider the consequences if your assumptions were wrong?"

"I thought the worst that could happen would be your anger at me and that we could work through it."

"That remains to be seen."

This wasn't going well. She had me on the defense and was pushing harder and harder. I didn't see where this was leading and I didn't understand the extent of her change.

"I accept that your motives were selfish but not maliciously intended. Do you want to hear what happened or are you content to hear it from the Concierge? Yes? I'll start with lunch. I hadn't met the Concierge and didn't recognize him. For that matter, I didn't recognize the couple. You know them by their stage names, Max and Stacy. For that matter, the Concierge's name is not Graves, either.

"The Concierge explained to me the commitment he made to you and what had been planned. He spent most of lunch understanding my interests and needs. At some point he concluded that it was possible I could become involved with the Hanover House's performances but only in the most superficial way. He introduced Max and Stacy as a real dom/sub couple.

"With Max's permission, Stacy explained the performances she gives, there are more than the simple rope binding she demonstrated for us. We moved to a conversation about the dom/sub relationship she had with Max and what it meant to her. If you've never met a dom/sub pair (I hadn't) you would find as I did it is awkward to talk to the sub because she constantly seeks her dom's approval and permission to virtually everything she does and says.

"Max had little to say except to confirm what she was telling me. It was as if what she had to say might be interesting or even humorous but had no substance until he confirmed it. I asked her if she had any problem being naked in front of total strangers. Before she answered she pointed out that some of her performances have her giving and receiving sex from Max or someone else at his direction. Her answer was it didn't really matter as long as it made Max happy!

"I wasn't sure if I was being told of an all consuming love or adoration, or consent to take a totally submissive role. Even now I'm not quite sure of the distinctions. We returned to the Hanover House. It is different in the light of day. You wouldn't know it was a performance theater. While the main floor is period specific the upper floors are a series of apartments for visiting performers. The pavilion is an added structure and has the three theaters. Do you know why they're color-coded? Green is for 'greenhorns,' people new to BDSM. Blue is for sex. That's right, there's live sex with a BDSM twist performed there. Red is for blood. Blood is spilled there from piercings, scarifications, slashings, and beatings. You name it. There's only so much you can do before seriously marking subs so it is used for other forms of BDSM that don't fit within the definitions for green and blue.

"Performers were practicing their routines in the theaters while I was there. Initially I was horrified at some of it but as I saw more and more I became intrigued and finally curious. The Concierge was evaluating me throughout to gage my reaction and tolerance. He told me later that he would have cut the plan off short at any time had he detected a response from me that was true, sustained distress.

"Then he asked me which theater I wanted to work in that evening. I chose blue. He left me in Max and Stacy's hands to assist them in their routine. They were in the blue theater last night. Their performance was a severe binding of Stacy that included suspending her. As part of her suspension a large hook with a bulbous tip was inserted in her ass and pulled up to the main suspension point. When snug it created the illusion that it held much of her weight when in fact little was. With the suspension complete Max stimulated her with feathers, floggers and crops. He finished by dropping his shorts and swinging her onto and off his dick. After she finished blowing and sucking him he ejaculated. Then it was a rapid lowering and untying before bowing to receive the audience's applause." To my knowledge, Sophie had never observed live sex before. She seemed nonchalant about her first voyeur experience. It struck me how little I really knew her.

She went on to describe the role of an assistant in Max and Stacy's performance. They practiced several run-throughs before everyone was comfortable with each other. Max apparently was less tolerant of Stacy's mistakes than Sophie's. The afternoon progressed toward evening with Sophie finding an assistant's outfit in wardrobe. Unlike what we had seen the other evening, Sophie wore a skintight body leotard. The only outer garment was a broad belt that cinched the leotard to her waist. All exposed flesh, hands, feet and face were covered in white makeup similar to what a clown uses. Her facial makeup included red lipstick and black eye shadow and brows. Her hair, ears and neck were covered with a balaclava. 

She ate dinner with all the performers in a common room in a pavilion separate from the theaters. Max and Stacy introduced her to many of them before they went into make up. Many but not all were dom/sub pairs. The only distinction was subs wore chokers. On stage all in a sub role wore them.

The performance went as planned. There weren't any mistakes but in case there were, the blue attendant announced to the audience that this was Sophie's first performance and asked their indulgence should there be any. Then she asked if I knew the conclusion of the act called for her to wipe Max's erection clean and using the same towel to wipe Stacy's face free of his semen. Well, of course I didn't but I found it erotic. How did she find it?

"I didn't mind it at all. I toweled him off with flourish so that the audience would think I was jerking him. I guess I was but stopped before it got interesting." After the performance and the patrons left all the performers and attendants gathered in the tent for a late night, after-hours party. It was a large group of people in all states of dress and undress, in makeup and out. She said it was not uncommon for her to be talking to a group that included naked men and women. She didn't see anyone engaged in sex but saw several heavily petting.

After several hours of mixing the whole room knew who she was and why she was there. Several doms offered to demonstrate their routines with her as their sub. By this time the effects of a lack of sleep, alcohol and nakedness all about her took their toll, she agreed. The rest of the night was spent sampling different BDSM techniques, including those involving sex. "If I showed you my ass right now you'd find it covered with welts and bruises, the backs of my thighs, too. If you looked a little lower you'd find my asshole stretched and red. If I showed you my underwear you'd find other men's semen in the crotch. If I kissed you right now you'd taste other men's semen on my breath. So, all in all, it was a very fulfilling evening, in every sense of the word. Is this what you wanted? Are you happy, now?




Be Careful Of What You Wish For



"To allay any fears you might have, I willingly and before long eagerly joined in all the impromptu performances. In a word it was 'wonderful.' I want to thank you for giving me the last two nights. I took full advantage of it. But, don't think for a minute I'm not still mad at you. You should never have set this up without my involvement and permission. Shame on you.

"Okay, here're today's plans.  I'm going back to the room and get cleaned up. Then all I want to do is sleep. I have dinner planned with the Concierge at the Hanover House at 7:30. It's private, just him and me. After that I'll go to the blue theater ready room and prepare for the evening's performance with Max and Stacy. They're doing the rope restraint and binding demonstration. There's nothing really for me to do but we'll come up with something so I don't look like a prop. You're welcome to attend. Later, there'll be another after-show party. You might be interested in that. I expect to get here about the same time tomorrow. That should give us plenty of time to have breakfast, get cleaned up, pack, and get to the airport.

I passed on attending Sophie's performance and joining her for the after-show party. As promised, she showed up for breakfast in plenty of time for us to get out of town. She slept most of the way home. I upgraded our fare so that she could stretch out and sleep without having to scrunch in a too narrow seat. Traveling always takes it out of me. We got home, ordered-in pizza and crashed. I called off the next day to spend it with her and have more of a conversation and less of a monologue.

We curled up on the couch, well rested and casual. She knew what I wanted to talk about and was ready for me. I'll not recount our talk but give you the highlights. The second night, i.e., the after-show party was a repeat of the previous evening. This allowed her to experience routines that she missed due to time constraints the first night. Her enjoyment and enthusiasm were no less diminished. In her words, she was 'fucked to a fair-thee-well.' I guess you could say my fantasy was realized beyond expectations.

Her dinner with the Concierge was to discuss her further interest in BDSM. Apparently, he saw something in her that first day and night that caused him to conclude she was a viable candidate for indoctrination into the lifestyle. He offered to supervise her training and be her master. Recognizing we lived hours of flight time away he proposed that she split her time between both places.

She accepted his offer. She would be on a two-week rotation. While there she would stay at the Hanover House in one of the upstairs apartments. She would take her meals there as well. House limousines were available for her use. He was waiting for her call to setup the schedule.

In addition to training he would mentor and introduce her to the broader community that included notable masters and sites around the country. The Concierge was apparently very high in the food chain, maybe at the top. When her training was complete she would have a national reputation and be welcome at all BDSM enclaves and revered as an honored guest. Indeed, her attendance would be sought. In some instances she would be paid to attend. Apparently, well-known and extraordinary practitioners frequently develop clientele that pay for their services.

I sat quietly as she discussed her plans. When it seemed she was done she asked when would be the best time to fly back. I responded by asking what she wanted. After telling me I asked if our marriage was being suspended or if we had a marriage anymore?

Any other time asking that question would have been unthinkable and would have rocked her. Not so this time. She matter-of-factly said she didn't think so and didn't want it to be. I asked how long the training would take. "That's kind of open-ended. The Concierge said it would be at least two years but probably longer. It'll take that long to change my way of thinking and view of the world. There is a danger that at some point I might find it difficult relating to those outside the community."

"Would that include me?"

"Possibly."

"And, what then?"

"If it ever got to that point I guess we would have to question the basis for our marriage."

Six Months Later ---

Sophie was spending two weeks at home for every three she spent with the Concierge. Every time she came home she was a little different, a little more distant. We always enjoyed our time together but it was clear she was having more and more difficulty slipping back into a housewife's role.

Our lovemaking was better than ever but infrequent. I know she is getting laid almost every night and more likely several times a day with any number of men and women when she is away. I felt more and more isolated.

Six More Months Later ---

I see Sophie infrequently. She comes home for a week or less, less than once a month. She is almost totally transformed and the basis for our relationship has atrophied. When I ask her if she wants a divorce she says no. I can see that she's having difficulty letting go. I hardly even know her anymore.

Twelve More Months Later ---

I received an airline ticket in the mail the other day. It was a round trip with a weekend layover near the Hanover House. The enclosed note said she would send a limousine to pick me up at the airport and that I could stay either with her in her apartment or the hotel we used at my choice. I chose the hotel and made reservations. The occasion was her second anniversary at the Hanover House. Apparently she had become a headliner and a bit of a celebrity. The weekend was to be a celebration and recognition of her development.

I emailed her my choice and asked what was the best time to show. I took a taxi to the Hanover House arriving at mid-afternoon. A 'Black Button' escorted me to the Pavilion.  Sophie was in the red theater rehearsing a performance. She was performing what I came to understand was an immersion where she was forced underwater restrained so that she could not surface without help. She was naked. She had lost weight since I last saw her and must have been working out because she was chiseled. Her hair was cut short and she looked great.

The performance ended with several assistants helping her out of her restraints. Released by her master she thanked him. They gave her enthusiastic applause, all except her master. He simply turned and left. Someone handed her a towel and she began with her hair oblivious to her nakedness. Laughing she spotted me and came over very restrained but with a warm smile on her face. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and urged me to join her and her friends. She introduced me as 'her long-lost husband.' Everyone was very nice and cordial. After she finished drying she went over to a chair and retrieved a terrycloth robe. Putting it on she told me I was something of a celebrity myself around there. Apparently I've been awarded that status because I've supported her training and transformation. I was uniformly respected for my tolerance.

We went to her apartment where she changed into casual cloths. She told me she would be performing at all three theaters in front of audiences comprised of the most important masters and slaves from around the country. There were even European, Middle Eastern, Indian and Oriental practitioners attending. She had met most of them over the past two years. This weekend would be her coming out party.

I didn't want to ask her if we had anything left in common. I thought not. I also thought this was not the right time to say the obvious. Let her have her moment. She made small talk for a while asking about our families, friends and our hometown.  She eventually got to her point. "We're having dinner with the Concierge this evening. He would like to tell you about my training. We're dining in his apartment at 7:30. I know it's been a long time since you've last seen him. He remembers you well and is looking forward to seeing you, again."

"Does he have a name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I always refer to him by title. He's Derek Strann. Let me give you a tour of the House and grounds. They've changed since your last visit." We pretended to be relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. We discussed inanities for two hours before it was time to return to her apartment to get ready for dinner.

We stood inside the Concierge's front door as he led us into his front room. His decorating was very subdued to not inexpensive. Setting us up with drinks he told us to sit. I took it as a cordial invitation. I thought Sophie took it as a command. He began by thanking me for supporting Sophie's training. He said it made a big difference in the beginning and helped her start her transition. Then he asked me if I knew when she started down this path that she would change. I told him I saw a change in her that first weekend. He paused to consider what I'd said and then slowly nodded his head as if he was in deep thought and the nodding absentminded.

Then he turned to Sophie and asked, "Sophie, have you changed?"

"Yes, Master." I didn't care for the 'Master' but that was her life now.

"You know, I've been jealous of you these past two years. Jealous of the hold you've had over Sophie. Every time she flew back to see you it was a statement of the strength of your connection. I knew we were making progress when she went back less and less frequently. What did you think of that at the time?"

"Any thoughts I have concerning my wife are private."

"I see. Well, I would have responded much the same way." He sought to defuse the tension that exchange created by changing subjects. Trying to be the perfect host he did his best to entertain us.

There was a knock on the door and a 'gold button' attendant entered begging our pardon for his interruption. Assured that no one was offended he turned to the door to a pair of 'silver button' attendants that brought our dinner in on several carts. As one covered a table in linen and set out place settings the other went out into the hall and brought another cart in before retrieving a champagne bucket. They weren't ready until the 'gold button' was happy with the preparation.

When they were ready the 'gold button' asked that we take our seats. I noticed the Concierge was seated first before I was helped to my seat. Sophie had been standing all the while before being seated. The meal was served under the 'gold button's' supervision. It was as fine a meal as I'd ever had. The wines perfectly complimented the meal and were of excellent quality. Everything was well done; service, presentation, complementary and contrasting choices in the food, and cooked to perfection. It was a feast. I couldn't concentrate on the meal and participate in a conversation and, so, was content to let Sophie and him talk. It wasn't long before I noticed she was always responding to him, never him to her. She had been trained well. To what end? 

By the time we made it to the coffee and cognac I was full and would have been happy to lie down on the couch for a nap.  The attendants were dismissed leaving just the three of us. I felt sorry for Sophie. She had three performances to give.  I didn't see how she could do it.

Sensing I was mellow and perhaps in a more magnanimous mood the Concierge returned the conversation to discussing Sophie. She had demonstrated a unique talent and affinity for BDSM. Properly developed she would rise to the highest echelon of the craft. She had done so in an unprecedented two years, a testament to her talent. Although she had thoroughly enjoyed these past two years (he asked Sophie for her confirmation which she gave) it seemed that it should be more a steppingstone than goal. He had discussed it at length with her and concluded her true calling was that of dom. While she would be his sub until he released her she could be the dom of as many subs as she wished. He suggested that her training be extended to further transform her into one. She agreed with his conclusion and wanted to act on it. Again, he deferred to Sophie for confirmation. Receiving it he turned to me and asked my opinion. I asked how long the training would be; at least two years.

Before I could respond the Concierge said that once she was fully trained as a dom he intended to groom her as a concierge. He planned to use her as his assistant so that when he became less active she could take over and Hanover House operations could continue without disruption. He said that that goal had been shared with Sophie as well and it was something she wanted. He looked at her and she nodded her head in return.

"So, I need Sophie for at least another four to five years. Do you have any thoughts on what I've proposed?"

"What thoughts I have I wish to share with Sophie in private."

"Very well. I'll leave you two alone. Sophie, please see me in my office downstairs after you and your husband are done. So nice to see you again, Mr. Warren. Enjoy the performances. Sophie is quite extraordinary. Have a pleasant weekend." Shaking my hand he left.

I turned to Sophie. Picking up my cognac I suggested we return to the front room. I sat on the edge of the couch cradling the snifter in my hands while she sat bolt upright in an adjacent chair.

"What do you think, Sophie?"

"I think the Concierge accurately laid out everything he and I have talked about. I agree with his conclusions and plan to advance within this community. For reasons I'm not totally sure, I have a talent and desire to do this. I am accepted as his protégé and given all the support I need to progress and do so rapidly."

I stood up and without making a gesture to her she stood as well. "Sophie, is this something you want, something you want from the bottom of your heart?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Sophie, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone especially over these past few years. I have always wanted the best for you and supported you as you've sought it. This is no exception. If this is what you want knowing what it will do to our marriage then I'll pose no exceptions.

"Please excuse one last question: Are you drugged or otherwise under a spell of some kind? Is this a cult or a religion?"

"No."

"Then I wish you every happiness and hope all your dreams are realized. I love you. I have always loved you. I just hope I can get past not having you in my life anymore."

I kissed her goodbye and left. Divorce proceedings began upon my arrival home.

Five More Years Later ---

I received an invitation to attend an installation ceremony and celebration for the appointment of Sophie Warren as the next Concierge of the Hanover House. She achieved her ambitions. Would I even recognize her?

Following is the Plan as originally conceived for Sophie's introduction to BDSM:

A venue of the doom's choosing but unfamiliar to her

Physical security guaranteed

All proceedings recorded from multiple angles

No copies made of proceedings

Choreographed for at least 1 hour and less than 4

Sub must be or kept conscious throughout

Dom may terminate session at any time

Start at midnight

Dom to provide private recovery area including bed and bathroom for no more than 8 hours

Only the practitioner within sight or sound at the beginning

Dom may add participants after one-half hour

Dom clothing optional

Dom may specify sub's arrival clothing

Sub clothing optional at dom's discretion after start

Sensory deprivation will be used

Humiliation will be used

Restraints of any type may be used

Dom and other participants may have sex with sub after 2 hours only if sub is receptive

Condoms will be used if there is vaginal or anal penetration

No loud music or noise

No blinding or strobe lighting

No substantive pain or marking, only mild, sparing discomfort

No forced consumption

No skin penetration

No water immersion

No scat

No voluntary urination

No powered machines other than handheld vibrators

No fisting

No underage participants

No beastiality



Be Careful What You Ask For



I had decided to start my cleaning right after breakfast. I threw on some sweat pants with a tee shirt. It was finally warm enough to open all the windows and air out all the winter staleness. I first started upstairs. I made the beds, dusted, and sorted all the laundry by color. I cleaned mirrors and windows; then ran the vacuum. I scrubbed the bathrooms from top to bottom. I had been cleaning for so long that I had missed lunch. I went downstairs to see if Erick was hungry.

I found him sleeping on the couch. He looked so peaceful, almost boyish in his slumber. I tiptoed over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. He stirred briefly but did not awaken. I decided to wait until he woke up to find out if he was hungry. I headed back upstairs to gather up the cleaning supplies and put them away. I was so hot my clothes were sticking to my body. I had turned on the fans but they didn't seem to be helping.

Once I had put away my supplies, I headed for the shower. I peeled my pants off first and then my shirt. I stood naked in front of the mirrored closet. It had been some time since I had looked at myself like this. My height hadn't changed. I was still 5'4", but since I started taking Pilates I stood up a little straighter. My chocolate brown hair had grown past my shoulders and was nearing the center of my back. I ran my fingers through it, luxuriating in the soft silky texture. Erick loved to play with my hair, especially when we were making love. Sometimes he got a little rough and pulled it, but it always felt good no matter how he touched it.

I stared at my breasts. They are still perky and round. They stood proudly on my chest. I traced my fingers over my nipples and watched them harden. I imagined Erick licking and sucking them. He's the only man who has ever been able to give me an orgasm by sucking them. I remember the first time it happened. I didn't realize what was happening to me. I was even a little bit scared, but he helped me to relax and enjoy what I was feeling. Erick has always been so patient with me. That is probably the reason I am so giving with him in bed. He has always taken the time to show me what he likes and lets me know when I am making him feel good. If by chance I'm not, he shows me how. It's a give and take. He is a good teacher and also an excellent student.

My eyes travel further down my olive skin. I stop at my belly. It is toned and flat, with a sexy ring in my navel. Erick gave me a belly ring with a dolphin on it for Valentine's Day. I wear it constantly. Out of all my body jewelry, that one is my favorite. I see the gentle swell of my hips. I have an hourglass shape. Erick likes to say I am thick. I weigh about 120 pounds, but all my weight is in the right places. My thighs are slightly muscular, but not too much and my calves are shapely; like a sprinter's. I have tiny feet. I wear a size six shoe and I love to wear heels. They accentuate my legs and make me look taller than I actually am. 

I turn around to look at the other side of me. The one I don't normally see. My back is toned as well, since I began working out a little bit with free weights. My waist is small. Erick's hands almost fit around it, but he is a big man compared to me. My ass is round and firm, not a dimple in sight. I am proud of my body. I work hard to maintain it and it has definitely paid off. I have a fine man, who fucks the shit out of me on a regular basis. Not to mention a great house, car, and an amazing career.

Erick is about 6'3" tall with a body like a Greek god. He works out 6 days a week faithfully for two hours. But he still manages to find to spend with me. I am never neglected, no matter how busy his life becomes. He eats right, doesn't drink, smoke, or do drugs. He is college educated and owns his own architectural firm. He has his own place as well, but spends most of his time at mine. According to him, my house is nicer and cleaner. That's just because I don't live like a bachelor. I can't stand a dirty house. I tend to clean whenever we are at his house anyway, so he gets less of my attention when we are there. I can't relax when the place is a mess. 

I hop into the shower. The water is slightly hot and tingles as it hits my skin. I let the water cascade over my naked body. I wash my hair with lilac scented shampoo and follow it up with conditioner. I take my sponge and lather it with the same scented soap. Starting from my neck, I wash my body down to my toes. Paying special attention to all those private places. I leave the soap bubbles on my slick skin for a few extra minutes. I want to make sure my skin is as soft as possible. While I wait I rub my hands over my body, imagining that my hands are Erick's. They feel good, but not as good as his. I rinse the soap off and shut off the shower.

I step out and dry my body with a peach colored towel. I look under the sink for my lotion and body spray. I rub cocoa butter all over my body. I smell like suntan lotion. My man loves the way I smell when I wear this. He can't keep his hands off me, which is exactly what I am hoping will happen later today. I leave the bathroom and head for my closet.

We don't' have anything special planned for today. So I opt for a pair of low-rise jeans and a Baby Phat tee shirt. I leave my feet bare to show off my manicured toes. I add a toe ring for a touch of sexiness. I brush my long hair and pull it into a ponytail. It smells delicious and it is incredibly soft. After a final look in the mirror I head back downstairs to see if Erick has woken up.

The sun is shining across the couch and I see him smile as I walk into the room. He rubs his eyes and sits up. " I was wondering where you were." He says, " You've been gone for a while." 

" After all that cleaning I had to take a shower, I guess I took a little longer than usual." I walked toward him and sat on his lap. Kissing his forehead again. I love the fact that he shaves his head bald. He says he does it because he is losing his hair. I don't' really care. I think bald men are extremely sexy. Plus he has the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen.

I stare at him for a few moments, feeling giddy with the love I have for him. His eyes fall to my lips. " You are so beautiful." He says.

Normally I disagree with him and point out all the flaws I see in myself. But today I am able to accept his compliment and truly see what he sees. "Thank you baby." I say. His leans in to kiss me and I press my body closer to his. 

"You smell so good baby," he says, " like the beach." I smile, loving his compliments. I kiss him longer this time. I run my hand over his head. Noticing the contrast between my olive skin and his vanilla. Erick begins to nuzzle my ear and moves down to kiss my neck. He kisses that one sweet spot and sends shivers up my spine. He knows just how to kiss it, light as a feather, but not in a tickling way.

He slides his hands up my shirt, caressing my breasts through the lace of my bra. My nipples perk up at his touch and I swear my breasts grow to fill his palm. He takes my top off and tosses it to the floor. Kissing my neck again, he unhooks my bra and tosses it to the floor too. He places his face between my breasts and I rub his smooth head with my hands. He cups my titties and licks each of my nipples. " Oh baby, that feels so good. Your tongue is so wet." I whisper.

He continues down my body to my belly. He kisses every inch of it and licks my belly button. Noticing my navel ring, he says," I love the way your dolphin looks baby. It's so sexy." I moan slightly as he touches my tummy. He has such soft and gentle hands. He gets to the top of my jeans and unbuttons my button. "Can you stand up so I can get these off of you?" I do as he asks and stand in front of him. " These jeans are so tight I'd swear they were painted on." He comments as he tries to get them off. 

" Here baby, let me help you." I say as I turn my back to him and slide them off seductively. "They are not that tight." I drop my jeans to the floor and step out of them. I kick them towards my top and bra in the corner. Erick comes up behind me and grabs my ass with both hands. He resumes kissing my neck. I feel his stubble against my skin. It seems to make me hotter. He looks so sexy with a shadow of a beard on his face.

He kisses the back of my neck and works his lips down my spine. He gets to my panties and grabs them with his teeth. He pulls them over my lush behind and down my legs. Once they hit the floor, I kick them over to the pile of clothes accumulating in the corner. He is licking the backs of my knees, making me weak with desire. He comes back up and turns me around to face him.

Grabbing my hands, he takes a step back to look at me. His eyes roam from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I can see his arousal straining against his sweat pants. His is wearing his favorite ones, black and baggy. They are well worn and slightly faded. He has on socks. He never sleeps without them. For some reason his feet are always cold. He wears a gray basketball tee shirt that seems to stretch for miles across his broad shoulders.

I place my hands under his shirt and touch his hairy chest. I spread my fingers wide and run them through his curls. I love the rough texture of his chest. I feel my pussy become slick. I push his shirt up and try to pull it over his head. " Erick, can you help me get this the rest of the way off?" I ask. He helps me remove his shirt and I take a step back to look at him. I can't help but think that he is beautiful. His body is amazing. His chest looks as if it has been carved out of stone. His has a six-pack and is working on the rest. I run my hands down his belly and stop at the waistband of his sweat pants.

He moans, disappointed that I didn't go all the way into his pants, but I have other things in mind. I rub my hand over his cock, feeling the hardness of his arousal. I look up at him and his eyes are closed, his mouth is slightly open. " Olivia, I love when you touch me like this." He says breathlessly. I kiss his chest as I continue my stroking. I work my mouth up to his neck, his ear, and finally his mouth. We exchange sloppy, wet kisses as I continue massaging his engorged member.

I slowly slide down his pants. He isn't wearing any underwear. His big juicy dick springs free and stands at full attention. " See what you do to me baby?" He asks me. 

" Mm, see what I am about to do to you?" I reply. I get on my knees in front of him and I run my hands over his tight ass and the backs of his thighs. I lick the inner part of each thigh in turn, as he strokes his cock. I watch him do this and the sight makes my pussy even wetter.

"I love watching you touch yourself." I say to him huskily.

" It feels better when you do it baby." At that moment I take over, and place my right hand over his dick. I start to stroke him slowly, twisting my hand like a corkscrew, as I watch his pre-cum slowly come out of the tip. I take the tip of my tongue and lick the first drops, savoring his flavor.

" Mmmm Erick, I want to taste more of you." I say and envelope his throbbing cock with my mouth. He is large and my mouth is open wide for him. As I begin to move my head back and forth, I rub my tongue right under the head. That is his sweet spot and he lets out his breath in whoosh of pleasure.

Wrapping my hand around his dick, I continue to give him head. I take my other hand and use it to cup his balls. I gently massage and pull them a little. Erick takes his hands and rubs my head. He starts running his fingers through my long hair, letting it fall against my back. " Olivia, your hair is so soft and your mouth is so wet," he says, " I can't get deep enough."

" Don't worry baby," I reply, " you'll get deeper, in my pussy." I give his cock one last lick and I stand up. Slowly I walk over to the couch and get on my knees, my ass facing him. I bend over, leaning my arms on the back of the couch. "Come here baby." I say. Erick walks over, his stiff dick leading him in my direction. I reach behind me and grab his massive erection and guide him to the entrance of my hot wet pussy. I rub the head of his dick up and down, wetting it, teasing him. " How bad do you want this baby?" I ask him seductively.

His places his hands on my ass and begins to poke deeper into my entrance. I take his dick, now wet with my juices, and slide it up my ass. "I want to fuck you in your ass." Erick tells me quietly.

I look back at him and give him a look that says today I just might let you.

" First you give me what I want and then you get what you want." I say matter-of-factly. His dick gets harder with just the thought that I will let him. I guide his dick into my now overflowing pussy and he begins to rock me slowly.

He leans over my body and kisses the back of my neck. I feel his hands underneath me, grabbing for my breasts. He manages to get both of them, without missing a single stroke and massages them expertly. 

I am overcome by sensations pouring through my body. I feel my muscles begin to tighten, letting me know that my orgasm is just around the corner. My legs get weak and my body starts to shiver. Then I begin to shake. " I love the way you fuck me baby," I tell him, " don't stop baby please." I beg.

I push myself deeper onto his dick and let myself explode. Moaning and breathless I turn to face him and kiss his lips. His cock is slick with my juices as I slide my hand up and down its length. I feel a rush of power that he wants me so much. Our kisses become wild as I continue touching him. I love the feel of his hardness in my hand. Just knowing that I am the cause turns me on. " Do you still want to fuck me in my ass baby?" I ask sweetly.

He looks up at me with his piercing green eyes and shakes his head, too stunned to speak. I lie on my back and let him enter me this way. We do it missionary style for a while, letting our combined juices lubricate my ass. 

"Are you sure you are ready to try this?" Erick asks.

"Baby I want to try, for you. Just be gentle and go slow." I answer.

Cautiously he enters my nether region. I have to admit that I am somewhat afraid, but I will my body to relax and try to enjoy this new sexual experience. He takes his time, inching his hardness inside. It takes some time for my body to cooperate with what my mind is trying to tell it. I relax enough for him to begin fucking me.

Erick looks into my brown eyes: as if to assure himself that he is not hurting me. I give him a smile and tell him that I am okay.

"Does it feel good to you?" I ask him curiously while I run my hands up and down his arms.

"Yes," he replies, " I wish I could explain to you just how amazing it is." "You are so tight." "I can't believe you are letting me do this."

"I want to please you." "You have no idea how happy that makes me." I tell him. Rubbing my hand over his head, I bring his lips to mine so I can kiss him. His tongue is slippery against mine and I suck it gently as if I am sucking his dick. He sighs with pleasure and takes one hand to rub my breast. I arch my back. I feel the chemistry between us. He can't touch me enough. I want his hands all over my body, all at the same time.

I feel him begin to get deeper into my ass and I realize that I am enjoying this. "I could get used to this." I comment between kisses.

"Ah baby this feels so good." He grunts and I feel his body tense. " I want to cum all over you."

I look up at him as I touch my pussy. I have never been so wet before. I begin rubbing my clitoris in circles. " Erick I want you to cum all over me while I cum too." I tell him.

He smiles that sexy little smirk and keeps at it. I feel my orgasm building and I feel his too. I touch my sweet spot and then it is all over. " Oh shit!" I say and he drives deeper into me. "I am cumming baby and it's all for you."

"Olivia, Olivia, oh Olivia." He says sliding out of my asshole and squirting his cum all over my chest and belly. 

He collapses next to me. Panting, he whispers, " I can't believe you let me do that. It was incredible. That was so fucking hot and sexy baby."

"Yeah it was." I reply. 

"I don't think I have ever cum that hard in my life."

"Well baby," I say," It was the first time, but it definitely won't be the last time." I grab his hands and pull him up. " Let's take a shower." I say and he follows me up the steps to the bathroom. " I can't seem to get enough of you today Erick." 

He smiles at me. " It was the first time, but it doesn't have to be the last." 

To Be Continued... 



Be Careful What You Ask For...



I've been living with Janet for ten years now and for the first eight all was well. But over the last two years things have changed completely, and not for the better. I started looking at various sites over the years, you know the type, and I concentrated on cross-dressing and transvestite sites. But this would only be every now and then. I did look at other 'normal' porn sites also, but the CD and TV sites seemed to fascinate me. I had been into cross-dressing before I met Janet but shelved it once she moved in. The small wardrobe I owned was put into the attic as I knew she would not go up there as she hates even the idea of spiders.

Some three years ago Jan got promoted and was now managing a team of people. She received training on how to manage people and teams, assertiveness training it was called. It gave her more confidence, made her seem more in control and provided her with skill like being able to give orders without seeming to. This training was reflected in our relationship as she became more assertive, self-assured and confident. Jan was always the pushy one in the relationship but the training extended this. She organised holidays, weekends away and took the lead in things like organising a spring clean of the house. I would be given the orders - she would help out mind - but she was the one in charge. 

About the same time I found myself working from home and Jan's promotion meant she was travelling to the US for a week or so every eight weeks. The urge to dress came back and once, when she was away, I give in. I began to dress and surf the net looking at sites and getting ideas for dressing, putting on make up and so forth. Sometimes I would dress for the complete day and I began to buy more clothes. 

I also got into the idea of Domination and read up on various things that went on in a FemDom relationships. I liked the idea, to an extent, but did not see a way of making it happen in real life. Jan was a very heterosexual person with strict ideas of what was allowed and what was not. Now, don't get me wrong, she was not a prude or anything, and she would get into 'interesting' games or situations, but I knew cross-dressing and the like was not on - she had seen a picture in the Sunday Times magazine once where a man was made-up and dressed like a woman and she was very derogatory towards it. As for Domination - in bed, the man was always the man as far as she was concerned.

Over the course of a year, I gradually got more and more into the fantasy of being Dommed while being dressed as a woman and was wondering how I might bring it up with Jan. I should have remembered what an old friend of mine used to say, 'Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it', and he proved to be right.

In January, two years ago, Janet and I took a week off and went to a hotel in the west of Ireland. I was not on the web for the whole of that week and missed it badly. We arrived home on Friday and spent the rest of the week-end together as she was flying to the US on Monday morning. Again I was not on the web so I really missed my little fix. On Monday morning Jan took off for the airport and about an hour later I was dressed and surfing the web pages. I have my own PC and Jan has hers so I was never worried about history files, etc. If she did need to use my PC she had a log-in with very little rights so she could not view my account. So I was sitting there in panties, bra, tights, skirt and blouse wearing a pair of kitten heel shoes and surfing my favourite sites and logged in to my Yahoo Groups, enjoying myself.

I was about to go to one of my favourite TV pages when I heard a car door slam. I was puzzled for a second as the postman had already left but I reckoned it was some guy selling stuff and I could just let him knock. Just to be sure I thought I'd take a look and I opened the living room door a bit to peek out into the yard (we live in a house on it's own bit of land and it is out in the countryside). To my horror, Janet was unloading her case from the car and heading for the house. I had fifteen seconds to get into the bathroom where I could safely undress and hide the clothes. I had to go through our bedroom so I could grab a dressing gown: not getting dressed is one of the perks of working for yourself. 

Running past the PC I turned off the monitor as I hadn't time to reach behind the tower and turn the whole thing off. I closed the bedroom door as the front door opened and Janet called down the hall. 

'Steve', she yelled, 'I had to come back. Gary called to say the meeting was cancelled and put out to next week.' 

'I'm in the bathroom,' I called, 'be out in a second.'

I tore the clothes off and gave my face a quick wash. I had not bothered with much make-up as I had to go into town for food later in the day. Throwing on a dressing gown and leaving the bathroom, I bundled the clothes into a bag I use for fishing and which had been lying in a corner for a week or two.

I came out of the bathroom with the fishing bag and stuck it in the hall press, knowing Jan would never go near it.

'What happened?, I asked as I went over to her and gave her a kiss. 

'Oh, the Americans had not got their work completed on Thursday, so Gary cancelled the meetings. Word went out by email but they forgot I was on leave. He cancelled the flights and everything but it was just as he got into the office this morning he realised about me.' she explained. 'Anyway, how come you're not dressed?'

'Joys of working from home!' I said.

'I am going into the office for a few hours, but I did not want to leave my case in the car.' she explained. She then said she needed to re-enter her travel request and sat at the computer. She had noticed that only the monitor was off and said it would be quicker than unpacking and powering up her laptop, which anyway was out in the car. What could I do?

She flicked on the monitor and ten seconds later her jaw dropped as a picture of a woman in a short leather dress, fishnet stockings and knee-high boots and holding a cane stared at her. She quickly started using ctrl-tab to view the other pages and then went into history and began clicking on my previous selection. Looking up at me she told me angrily to 'Go Away'.

I went and sat in the kitchen not knowing what to do. Every now and then I'd hear a curse or swear as she came across something else. She eventually came into the kitchen and told me not to touch the PC. She said if anything was missing or erased that would be the end of us. She went off to work and I wondered what was going to happen. I decided to come clean with her once she came home. 

That evening she arrived back about 5:30 and went into our bedroom. She came out in a short dressing gown and sat at the computer telling me to get dinner ready. When I had the food ready I went in and told her and we sat and ate. I tried to begin a conversation about what was on the PC but she held her hand up without raising her eyes from the food and shut me off. I'd only seen her anywhere near this angry once when I had forgotten her birthday present six years into the relationship. 

When we were finished eating she told me to wash up and put away everything and then to come into the living room. When I arrived in half an hour later she was still flicking around the net, but she looked a lot more relaxed and positive than earlier. She spent the next hour looking at various sites, keying in different search words and going through different screens. 

She then turned to me and gave a small smile - then her face hardened. She told me I was to answer her questions immediately and not to think before answering or try to deceive her. She told me I was to be completely honest with her and any lies would be recognised. When I agreed with these statements she asked me the following.

'Have you worn my clothes?' I told her no as she was much smaller than I was.

'Do you have clothes in this house? Women's clothes?' I told her I did. 

'Go get all of them.' she ordered.

I went off and returned a short time later with everything. Three skirts, five blouses, two dresses, various bra and panty sets, stockings, tights, one wig, four pair of shoes and two pair of boots. She told me to lay them out on the couch with the shoes and boots on the floor. In a bag I carried up were some tops and camisoles and a garter-belt as well as a small collection of make-up. When I had done this she looked through the collection making comment on how suitable/unsuitable they were. She looked into the bag and took out the make-up, placing it on the table. She picked through the clothes, flicking some to the side and some others on the floor. She then sat down and paused for a while.

'I am disgusted at you for a number of reasons.' she said in a calm voice which was under laid with anger. 'You have kept something important from me, something to which I believe I had a right to be made aware. You have obviously been masturbating while dressed and looking at your porn,' she continued, 'and don't you try to deny it.' she said, pointing at the clothes on the floor, which I saw were mostly panties and which I knew had dried cum stains on them.

'There were many nights when I would have liked to make love but you were never in the mood, and now I know why. You'd pleasured yourself through-out the day and left me wanting. Well that stops now!', she said. 'What do you have to say for yourself? If anything!'

I apologised to her and explained that is was just a passing interest and that I would get rid of the clothes immediately. She raised her finger and swung it back and forth and said, 'No, no, no, no, no. That is not my plan at all. I like some of what I see here and I am going to get some level of recompense from you. I don't believe that this is a recent, passing thing, either. The group you were logged into shows you've been a member of for five years and there is another one for cross dressers which you've been a member of for longer than that! But I love you and I will make things such that both of us get what we want.' She paused. 'At the very least, both of us will get what I want.' she finished. 

I didn't know what to do or say. I could only stand there feeling foolish and feeling that I'd betrayed her but also feeling relieved that she had not stormed off to stay with either Donna or Francine, her two best friends, neither of which had much time for me. Donna was a fun-time girl, always wanting to party and having a different boyfriend every month, and Fran was single and looking like she would stay that way. I sometimes felt she was perhaps a closet lesbian as she never seemed to have a boyfriend. 

Jan looked at the time and said, 'OK, it's now just nine o'clock. I want you to stand there and take all your clothes off.' I paused for a second and she said 'Move it, Steven, I have plans for tonight and I still need my beauty sleep.'

I stripped and stood in the middle of the living room. Of course I'd often been naked in front of Jan all over the house and even in the back garden, but I felt very vulnerable in these conditions. Jan picked up a clean pair of panties, a matching bra and a pair of black hold-ups. She also took a black dress and handed the lot to me.

'Dress yourself for me!' she instructed and sat in an armchair, crossing her legs and leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand.

'I only wanted to dress for me,' I sort of stuttered, 'if you know what I mean. It was just a bit of ......' and I faded off as I could see she was not interested in hearing my pleas. 

So I slipped on the panties and the bra and then the hold-ups. Jan leaned forward and picked up the black pair of knee high boots I owned and handed them to me. 'Put those on also,' she said. 'What do you use for padding for your bra?' she asked. I pointed at the spare stocking, grabbed some and pushed them into the cups. 

I put on the dress and then the boots and I was embarrassed to feel my cock growing hard, as it always did when I was dressed. Jan did not seem to notice the small bulge in the front of my dress, and I was, for some reason, quite relieved.

'Now, I am going down to our bedroom. I want you to put these clothes into the empty press and drawers in the guest room next to ours and not in the attic where you've kept them hidden to date. Throw those soiled items into the wash basket and wash them by hand tomorrow. I'll be back in about ten minutes. Oh, come here a minute.' she said as she reached for the make-up on the table. She quickly applied lipstick to me told me to get about my business. 'And pour us a glass of wine.' she instructed as she walked down the all.

I completed putting the clothes away and was sitting taking my second glass of wine when I heard Jan's heels clicking up the hallway. She came into the room and I could not believe my eyes. She was wearing a black basque, which I had not seen before, black satin panties and her knee high, shiny black patent leather boots. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she had applied what she described as her 'knock 'em dead' make up. She looked very like the Dominatrix I'd been caught watching earlier that day.

'Now, I am going to be the Dominatrix you've probably been wanting all these years,' she said, 'and I will set the rules for you to live by. OK?' I could only nod in consent. She took her glass of wine and took a deep drink. 'You will now tell me what it is you think you want from a Domme/Sub relationship.'

I outlined what I thought, and she listened. I mentioned serving her food and drink and massaging her feet, washing her clothes and her body, if she was in the mind for a bath instead of a shower. I mentioned her telling me what she wanted in an authoritative manner and for her to deny me ejaculation, for a time anyway. As I said earlier, I had not ventured too far into the Domination stuff even though I'd been touching on it for a number of years.

Jan smiled at me and said we would do all that and a bit more. She told me to sit beside her on the couch and she began to rub my leg, stroking gently from my knee to near the top of my thigh. I had adjusted my cock while she was absent and it was able to become erect without Jan seeing it. 

'We will be doing all the things you mentioned, as I said, but we will be doing a bit more. Starting tonight, I am going to punish you for keeping this secret from me. Now, before we go on, is there any other 'foibles' you want to tell me about? Are there other sites you've been visiting that I should know about? Hmmm?' she asked and then took another sip of wine.

I thought as quickly as I could. I had visited sites where cross dressers had sex, but I did not feel an urge to have sex with another cross dresser; it just appeared to me that the cross dressers on those sites were much better looking than on other 'normal' sites. I could not be sure what Jan had seen or come across so I had to tell her the truth.

'Oh, show me so.', she said mildly. I showed her one particular couple together. One TV was called Maria and was very sexy looking but had an enormous cock. The other was very pretty and the only way you knew it was not a real girl was the six inch penis protruding from her panties.

'I see what you mean,' Jan said, her eyes glued to Maria's eight inch monster. 'Move slightly to the left,' she said, 'I want to see more. She clicked on the 'next' button and more pictures popped up. 

'Tomorrow you are going to shave your legs, chest, arms, crotch and ass,' she said, 'I want you looking as smooth as possible.'.

I was a uncomfortable with this as, while I was not overly hairy, I did swim twice a week in the morning and I knew it would be noticed in the dressing room. I started to say this but Jan cut me off saying, 'I've made my mind up. Hair under nylon stockings is disgusting looking. You can make something up in case anyone says something. Tell them you've developed an allergy to your own hair.'

'From now on, I want you to be dressed when I get home from work. I will call when I am leaving the office and that will give you twenty minutes or so to get ready. Also, when you go into town to shop tomorrow, wear tights and panties under your trousers. Understand?'

Again, went to object as I was afraid something would happen when I was out and I had always avoided being dressed in the early evenings as that was the most likely time for one of our friends to call, usually for a quick drink and to say hello.

'Don't keep putting up barriers and making objections.' Jan said, obviously annoyed, 'You'll do as I say and to make sure you understand that, come with me. I said I was going to punish you and it starts now. Every day from now on you will be punished until we reach the number of days you were deceiving me. So, we'll say, eight years from now that punishment ends. In the meantime. any other 'sins' or misbehaviours will earn you an additional set of punishment. Now follow me.'

We went down to the bedroom and Jan told me to stand at the end of the bed. She went into her drawer and took out some stocking and tights. She tied my ankles to the bed legs, one either side. She then told me to bend over and she tied my wrists to the lower part of the bedposts. As there is no board across the end of the bed it was not too uncomfortable. Jan slipped on a long, black lace dressing gown and walked out of the room. I heard the back door open and she went across the yard, her high heels clicking on the limestone slabs. She was obviously heading for the main shed, an old cow byre some forty feet long and twenty feet wide, in which all manner of stuff was stored. 

She returned after a while and entered the room telling me to keep looking ahead or down as she came through the door. She stood to the side of me and said. 'Right, you are going to be punished for keeping your dirty little secrets from me,' Her voice was very hard and calculating. 'I have wanted to spice up our sex life for a long time and this was one of the things on my menu. For you to have kept this to yourself is un-forgivable. So, tonight I am going to cane you and after each of the strokes of the cane I will give you an order ,or rule if you prefer, which you will remember and obey. Do you understand?'

I was a bit shocked as I felt all control was now lost to me and I hesitated for a second or two. 'Don't make me wait, answer me now.' she hissed and I heard a swishing sound followed by a very hard crack across my backside which made me leap and shout out in pain. I looked at her and she was standing with her legs apart, the nightgown flowing down behind her thighs and she had a very harsh look on her face. The basque made her slim waist look even thinner and pushed her D-cup breasts into an amazing cleavage. She swung her hand back from behind her body and she had her riding crop in it. 

'Now, sweety-pie, do you understand what I just said to you?' I nodded and said 'Yes.'

'Yes, what?' she asked.

'Yes. I understand.' I answered. 

She swung the crop behind her and again lashed me across the ass, again causing me to cry out. 

'The correct answer is 'Yes, Mistress.' she panted. 'Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress. That is how you will answer from now on. OK.'

'Yes, Yes, Mistress. I understand. I will answer correctly from now on, Mistress.'

While I'd imagined being caned or spanked by a Domme, I did not ever imagine that it would be anything like this. Two swings and I was in agony. I had to try and reason with Jan.

'Please, Mistress, can we stop this now?. I won't be able to sit for days.' I said. 

She crossed her arms, still holding the riding crop. A small smile grew on her face and she said. 'You will take, accept and enjoy your punishment. On the other hand ,if you like, we can forget the whole thing. I will move in with Donna or Fran and you and I can see, from a distance, if there is some way to salvage our relationship. 'Course, I would be bound to tell whomever I move in with what happened and those two don't keep secrets very well. So, you decide. Shall I untie you and pack up my things or shall we carry on? Hmm?'




Be Careful What You Ask For...



She smiled at me again and I knew I had no real choice. Fran would get a great laugh out of this and, while she would agree to keep the secret, it would slip out as some sort of jibe and Donna, I believed, blamed me for coming between her and Jan: up to the time I appeared they were always out wining and dining so she would definitely not keep anything to herself. I nodded and said, 'Please continue, Mistress.'

'Good girl, my little Steffie. Now I will give you your new orders for your new life.' Jan said. 'They will be given in no particular sequence, it will be just as I remember them - or think of them.'

There was a familiar swish and the crop lashed my backside once again. This time I only grunted 'Unnh'.

'You will not masturbate unless I am with you and only when I give you permission.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You will not ejaculate without my expressed permission.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You will obey whatever orders I give you, as they are given. You will not question them.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You will dress with my permission and only with my permission.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'Once I give you the instruction to dress you will do so, regardless of the situation at the time I give the instruction.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You will address me as Mistress or Mistress Jan while you are dressed.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'When you are not dressed you will revert to your 'normal' role.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'As I said, I will be the one who tells you it's OK to cum. No one else. That is, unless I decide someone else can be your temporary Domme.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'Your cock is mine, and mine alone. It will be use to satisfy me, when I want it to satisfy me.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You will use your tongue on me wherever and whenever I want. You do not have a say in this.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You are now totally responsible for all household chores in this house. I may help at times, and if I do I expect total gratitude to be expressed by you.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'Normally, I will expect you to be dressed when I arrive home from work. We've discussed this earlier. However, when I walk in the door you will curtsey and then drop to your knees.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'After you drop to your knees, I might want you to show me your gratitude for being your Mistress. I will indicate this by lifting my skirt. If I am wearing pants I might drop them. You will shuffle forward and greet me by licking my pussy. If I turn my back to you, you will lick my ass. And lick it deeply'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'Whenever you are dressed and I lift my skirt or drop my pants you will offer your tongue to me.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'If I do decide to lend you to another Domme, you will obey her as if it was me. The only thing you will not to is let your penis enter this Domme. 

Swish. 'Unnh'. This was the second time she'd mentioned another Domme and I hoped it was just a ruse to humiliate and worry me. 

'You will supply oral servitude to me wherever and whenever..... Oh I've said this before. OK, no slap this time.'

She paused and took a sip of wine. I was in a lot of pain and tears were running down my face and dripping onto the bedcover. 

'Not much more now, sweety-pie. Now, where was I. Yes! I will use you for my pleasure, sexual or otherwise, whenever I want and in whatever way I want.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You will perform whatever act I want, when I tell you and you will do it without blinking.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'You will not touch yourself between the legs without my permission. Any infringement of this rule will be met with severe punishment.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'Any infringement of any of these rules will be met with severe punishment. Let me tell you, little Steffie, that I don't see this as a severe punishment.'

Swish. 'Unnh'.

Swish. 'Unnh'.

Swish. 'Unnh'.

Swish. 'Unnh'.

Swish. 'Unnh'.

'Now, we're all finished. I'll release you now and we can rub some liniment on you and I've a cream here I use after horse riding which helps prevent bruising.' Jan said.

She untied me and I fell forward onto the bed. She pulled my skirt up and then took my panties down. She reached around and felt my cock, which I am ashamed to say, had gotten progressively harder as the caning went on. The sensation of Mistress Jan removing my panties nearly sent me over the edge but I remembered her rule so I turned my mind to something, anything, else.

Jan rubbed a cream onto my behind and it began to ease the pain. I was sure I was going to be bruised and marked for life but, as if she was reading my mind. 'Don't worry, there will only be slight bruising and it will go in two or three days. However, you will have to give the pool a miss for the rest of this week.'

She told me to turn over and stand up and she began to pull my panties up. 

'Lift your skirt,' she said, 'I want to help you with this. I'll make sure to be gentle and not hurt your bum too much.'

I hesitated and then lifted the skirt. My cock was still hard and pointed at Jan's face. She smiled slyly and reached out.

'Please Mistress, I don't understand why, but I feel very close to coming. I need you to be aware as I don't think I can control it.' I said, gulping the words out as I was still in a bit of shock from the caning.

'I'll be gentle, I'll just settle your panties and we can go and finish our wine.' 

We went back to the living room and refreshed our drinks. Jan sat in an armchair and indicated for me to sit on the couch. 

'Sex is going to be a bit different from now on, Steffie. I will decide what, where and when. Now, I am going to give you fair warning that I will be more demanding of you than in the past. I will be also demanding in new ways. You will get to see me in a different light. Donna says I have become much more authoritarian in the last while. She says you can see it at the meetings and the way I handle the group in the office. There are rumours that they want me to lead the combined group and are even thinking of moving that area of responsibility out of Minneapolis and basing it here - they know I don't want to live in the states.' She paused and looked at me over her drink.

'You are going to be part of my plan. I will need you, in the role I've devised for you, as part of my escape mechanism from the cut and thrust of the office. I do love you, but I need you to be..... different. But, play along with me and you'll enjoy yourself immensely.'

'Now,' she continued, 'what did you think of your cock being so hard while I trashed you? Bet you were surprised.' And here she gave a loud laugh. 'Oh, Steffie, I will have to be honest with you. I knew you were looking at porn, at that type of porn, for some time. You see, I found the system with only the monitor switched off some months back. You had gone into town and I found your account open. I used the administrator functions to set up another account which had full administrator rights so I could log in and read your files when I wanted to. I would log in every now and then and, shall we say, 'review' your explorations.'

I could see the glee in her eyes as she told me this. I took a deep drink of wine and reached for the bottle to refill.

'Go open another bottle,' Jan said, 'I'll need another glass or two. ' 

As I got the wine she continued. 'Today was a setup. There was no trip to the US. I am off for a few more days. I knew, or at least guessed, that you would dress after I was gone because I also knew about the clothes. When you took that trip to Jersey to fish last year I had to get a guy in to look at the water-tank in the attic. The washer on the ball-cock was going and that's what caused that knocking sound that so mysteriously stopped. He handed me down the clothes as they were in his way. I could not remember putting any thing up there, but it was only after he left that I examined the bags and discovered what was in them. It was obvious what was going on.'

'Now, little Steffie, I want you to do something for me. Get on your knees in front of me and take my panties off.' Jan ordered.

I did this and then she gently pulled my head into her pussy. I often gave her oral, as she did to me, so I began to lick her the way I knew she liked. She slid forward so than half her ass was off the chair and I had full access to her pussy. She smelled differently to what she was like normally - much more pungent. She then reached out and held my head and began pumping her hips up and down, riding my face. Jan went horse riding most weekends so her muscles in that area were quite developed. After a few minutes she climaxed and fell backwards onto the chair. She panted for a minute or two and then said. 'Good girl, Steffie, and good boy, Steven.' She rested for a while and I returned to the couch. 

'So, now, my little Steffie, you've felt the bad side of your new life, and some of the good side, so now lets examine more of the good side. Pour us some more wine and I'll join you on the couch. ' Jan said with a smile.

Sitting on the couch Jan began to stroke my leg again. She pushed me back and began kissing me on the lips. I remembered what it was like when I was younger and I first got with a girlfriend – first you'd rub her leg, then she would she let you rub her breast, then try to get inside the bra, and then go gently for her pussy. Jan did all this with me, slowing pushing me onto my back. Before she went for my 'pussy' she thrust her hips at me, dry humping me, for a few minutes. Then her hand went for my crotch, but outside the skirt, and after just six or seven strokes I begged her to stop as I was about to cum.

'It's OK, Steffie, you can release yourself.' she said gently. You know how it is when you are dying to go the toilet (to pee) but there is nowhere for you to go so you hold it for ages and then when there is somewhere for you, you can't go as it seems to have gone on strike? Well that's what happened. Jan stoked and stroked but I seemed to be just stuck on the edge of cumming but could not get over that edge. But then Jan lifted my skirt and ran her nails the length of my cock, outside the panties, and I came. And I came. Spurt after spurt after spurt. Jan sat up and went to the chair as my orgasm died away. I lay there, my crotch and stomach areas covered in my own cum. 

'Now, get a towel and sit on it. I don't want you soiling the couch and you are not getting the chance to clean yourself. Not yet, anyway.' Jan said.

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This is the first section of the story. It is essentially true, with changes made to names and descriptions, to protect identities. In the next chapters some characters are merged in order to keep some sanity on things and again to protect identities. 



Be Careful What You Ask For



My wife and I love to go to Las Vegas for vacation when we can. We usually invite friends from around the country to visit us while we are there.

A couple of years ago, we invited a girl friend of my wife's who lives nearby in AZ to come up for a couple of days and visit. Our friend is a little older than my wife and I but still very attractive and a fireball to be around. When our friend got to the resort, my wife was down at the lobby having a cigarette and waiting for her to show up. I stayed up in the room checking my email. When they can up to the room my wife said 'I hope he isn't tied to a chair' as they were opening the door. 

You see, we (I mainly) like to fantasize about including our friends when we are having sex and we've included friend in a number of those fantasy's. One fantasy I've shared with my wife is to be tied to a chair in a hotel room while she is out with friends and have them come back to the room. Sometimes I am blindfolded, sometimes not. Sometimes I'm tied to the chair sitting down, sometimes I'm bent over the back of the chair with my hands and feet tied to the legs of the chair. In all cases I'm completely naked and exposed to who ever walks in. The thought of being exposed and under my wife's, or her friend's, control is a very strong humiliation fantasy and one I often bring up when we are fucking. I love to think of myself in a position of total subservience and made to please my wife and her friends, both male and female, no matter what they want me to do.

Well, we settled in with some catching up chatting and having some drinks to relax. The talking started to get a bit frisky and I got up to go into the bedroom to change clothes. While I was in there, my wife told me to come out in my whitey-tighties to show her friend. I did as I was told and stepped into the living room in just my underwear. I was then told to take them off and I did. Our friend seemed very excited and walked over grabbed my stiffening cock in her hand. She then slid to her knees and took my cock in her mouth and sucked on it, getting it nice and hard. Over the next couple of days we fucked and sucked a couple of times and it was very, very nice. My wife loves to watch and had a great time watching our friend suck my cock and me fucking her.

Well, the last time we went to Vegas, our friend came up to visit without her boyfriend as he had to work. She got there mid-afternoon and we spent time catching up and drinking to get the night started. The talk got a bit frisky, like always, and we stated talking about some of my fantasies that involved our friends. My wife brought up the 'tied to a chair in the hotel room' fantasy and had me describe it in detail. One of the things we've been talking about is being in a hotel, me tied to a chair, and having my wife and her friends go to the bar to pick up guys. They come up to the room, with me tied bent over the back of the chair, blindfolded so I don't know who is there. I am made to suck their cocks and let them fuck me in the ass as long as they want. The thought of total exposure to complete strangers and not being able to do anything about it is a very strong fantasy and desire for me. The thought of doing this without knowing who I am sucking or who is fucking me only adds to the humiliation. Even more humiliating is to do this with a number of guys and then go down to the bar with my wife and her friends and have the guys be there. Of course, I won't know who's dick I sucked or who fucked me but I will sit with my wife and her friends in a booth with all the guys looking over at me and snickering. 

So, at my wife's direction, I shared this with our friend in great detail. I could tell that both of them were getting excited about this as they were asking questions and making suggestions about how I should suck a cock, what it would look like to see me getting fucked in the ass and whether I should swallow or let the guys come on my face. It was all very exciting and was getting a raging hard on. My wife told me to take my clothes off so they could see my hard on and have me play with it.

While I was taking my clothes off, our friend pushed me to the floor like she was going to wrestle with me. But my wife also jumped on me and before I knew it I had my hands and legs tied so I couldn't fight back. Who knew they would be able to take me down. They blindfolded me and had me stand up and, jumping as I couldn't walk, got me over to a dining room chair. I couldn't see what was going on but was pushed forward and bent over the back of the chair with my head forced down. One of them tied my legs to the back of the chair and the other one tied my hands to the front legs of the chair. So there I was, blindfolded and tied, bent over, to a chair in the middle of the hotel room. 

I heard them giggling and whispering to each other but I could not understand what they were saying. Then I heard them say 'Bye Slut' as the room door closed behind them when they left. I didn't know what to expect but I was secretly hoping this was going to be my fantasy come true.

They were gone for what seemed like forever but was probably 45 minutes. After a while I heard the room door open and people walk in. I couldn't tell how many as they were very quiet when they walked in. The next thing I knew, a cock was being pressed up against my mouth and a guy was telling me to open my mouth and suck his cock. I was a little hesitant at first but hoped my wife and her friend where there as I have no desire to suck a cock on my own. I really like the humiliation of my wife and her friends seeing me submit to another man and making them happy. 

So, I opened my mouth and let him push his cock into it. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and starting sucking him hard. It was an amazing feeling having a guy's cock in my mouth getting harder as I was sucking him. He started to fuck my mouth by pushing his hips back and forth. After what seemed like 10 minutes or so I could feel him stiffen up and knew he was getting ready to cum. He then blew a big load of cum into my mouth and I started swallowing as fast as I could. I kept sucking his cock as he kept cumming in my mouth but it was too much for me to swallow it all and some of the cum dribbled out the corners of my mouth and onto my goatee and chin. He pulled at as he was delivering his final squirt and it landed right on my face.

As soon as he was done I heard the door open and someone leave. I don't know if my wife and her friend where there but I can only hope they got to see me sucking another guy's cock. After 30 minutes or so I heard the door open again and more people entered the room. Again, the next thing I knew someone was sticking their cock in my face and telling me to suck it. Again, I sucked and swallowed as much as I could but some of his cum ended up on my face.

This went on for the better part of 4 hours and I ended up sucking 5 cocks and getting fucked in the ass three times. By the time my wife and her friend came back to the room by themselves and untied me, my face, neck and chest were covered in cum and I had cum dripping out of my ass and down my legs. It was very humiliating and I was very excited to be there for them.

But, it wasn't over yet. My wife told me to get dressed and go down to the bar by myself, get a booth in the back and they would be there shortly. I started to walk into the bathroom to clean up but both my wife and her friend said, 'no, we want you to go down to the bar with that cum on your face so everyone can see what a slut you are'. I knew I couldn't argue (and I really didn't want to), so I got dressed and went down to the bar. On the way down, I ran into three girls in the elevator and they kept looking at my face and beard, not sure if they were really seeing what they thought they were seeing (and they were).

Once I got to the bar, I found a booth in the back and started towards it. There were about 15 guys and a few ladies in the bar. As I walked through the bar, I could feel everyone staring at me and smiling, looking at me as if they knew what I did. I was so embarrassed and humiliated as I sat down in the booth to wait for my wife and her friend. As I was waiting, a waitress walked up to take my drink order and said, 'you can't be very thirsty after all that but would you like something to wash that down with?' I just stared at her, with the cum on my face drying up and crusting, and ordered a beer. 

After about 30 minutes both my wife and her friend came down. As they were walking through the bar, they were waving and smiling at a number of the guys there. It was obvious they were having fun at my expense and I knew this was going to be a long vacation. 



Be Careful What You Ask For



The long week had finally come to an end and it was time to pick up my beautiful wife Tasha from her trip. As she walked through airport security I tried hard not to think about how sexy she looked as I watched her tall, slender frame come toward me. 

"Did you miss me?" She smiled and asked while glancing down at my hidden, but tortured cock. I shook my head yes and was rewarded with a kiss before heading to baggage claim. "So how was it?" She asked. Of course what she was referring to was the CB6000s that she had put on me before heading off for a week with her family. It had been delicious torture, and on the way home, I proceeded to tell her all about how I had to sit down to pee, and how I tried to keep myself busy thinking about anything but sex all week. She would occasionally laugh, reminding me I had asked for it, which was true. Nonetheless, I was really looking forward to finally getting some relief. Unfortunately, I would have to wait a while longer until that relief would come because when we got home, Tasha told me that she wanted to leave me in my predicament a while longer. 

"Aren't you horny though?" I asked. She smiled and said something she knew would cause me to turn several shades of red. 

"Yes, that is one reason I plan to leave you that way. I need to have an orgasm, but I need your tongue at its eager best tonight... and not your little thing." Tasha loved to torment me by reminding me that I have the smallest cock she has ever been with and that I have never given her an orgasm with it. This of course made my cock, although tiny, try desperately to grow to its full size inside its miniature prison. 

As soon as we had gotten home, it didn't take long before Tasha was ready for that orgasm she needed. As she lay naked on the bed I was almost weeping looking at her in all her beauty. I quickly began to earn my keep, doing everything I could to eat her pussy for all I was worth. While she was enjoying my tongue, she tortured me further by talking about how horny it made her to think about me all locked up safe while she was gone, adding that she was sure glad she wasn't restricted like me all week. I stopped for a minute to look up and ask her what she you meant by that. She just smiled and pushed my head back down, telling me there was no need to worry about that. After several powerful orgasms, she told me she was tired as I settled in next to her on the bed. She quickly drifted off to sleep, but in my present condition, sleep would not come quite as easily for me. I had a weeks' worth of sexual frustration and was now left to wonder what my wife had been up to while she was away. Maybe she met one of her old high school boyfriends or a total stranger when she went out partying. Or, maybe she just meant she masturbated a lot, though doubt was rapidly creeping into my head. The conflicting emotions were pure hell. I was curious, jealous, angry, but all the while, incredibly horny. 

The next day was Saturday, so we went about our usual routine of weekend chores. I was constantly aware of my still-frustrated cock and was now imagining Tasha being fucked hard by some hot, well-hung stranger. Later that afternoon, as she looked at me with the key to my freedom in her hand, I thought I would cry. The instant I was released from my prison my poor little cock sprang to life. Tasha slowly got undressed and asked me what I had been thinking about all day. I confessed I had been thinking about her having wild sex with some guy slamming in and out of her wet-hot pussy with his big cock. As I entered her warm hole, she continued to ask me to give her more details about what I had imagined, but that she wanted me to be very specific. Adding her own brand of cruelty, she reminded me how much bigger her previous lovers had been. It didn't take long before I exploded with an incredible orgasm. As I lay there totally spent, Tasha lay next to me, her demeanor suddenly changed. 

"Gavin honey, I need to know how you feel about what has happened this past week." I told her about all the emotions I had had gone through, but how turned on I had been the whole time. She finally confessed that nothing happened while she was gone, other than the usual family stuff. She had purposely led me to believe something had happened because she wanted to know how I would feel if it had. "I need to know if you could handle it if our fantasy became reality." She told me that she really needed to be sure because it could be too late to back out later if and when it did. Her little trick only made me love her that much more. I told her that I now knew I could definitely handle it. In fact, I wanted that to happen more than ever. I guess I should tell you how we finally got started with this new and exciting aspect of our sex life.

A couple of years ago Tasha was working as a receptionist, when a man in her office named Nathan began to really take a liking to her. He would tell her about how big his cock was, and that he really knew how to use it. After some prying and prodding from me she confessed that she didn't mind his attention, but had told him that she couldn't do anything about it because she was married. At first I was angry, but then the thought of her with him began to play into my fantasies and we began to talk about her with him during our sex sessions. She would describe what he might do to her and how she might pleasure him and it would always make me cum very quickly. In fact, if he hadn't been transferred to another office, I'm pretty sure she might have been tempted to take him up on his offer. Eventually, we began to talk about her cuckolding me, an idea that really got me turned on.

So now after her trip and testing the mental waters things were pretty normal for the next couple of days until I got a text from her while at work. She said she would be a little late getting home and that I should be locked securely in my cock cage by the time she got there. When I arrived home I was so excited I didn't know how I was going to get my hard, yet little cock into its small cage. I thought about masturbation as a solution but I wasn't sure when she would arrive and didn't want to disobey her. I finally managed to calm down enough to slip it on; I guess being small has at least one advantage. When Tasha got home she inspected me to make sure I was secure and then told me she had decided that we both needed to get into shape. She had signed us up at a local gym and that we were going there to meet with our personal trainers on Saturday.

On Saturday, we both made it to the gym; the young girl at the counter took us to meet with our trainers. I was first and was led into an office and introduced to Jennifer, a shapely brunette that looked to be about 25. Damn, Tasha had to know this would make my predicament even more difficult to deal with. After the standard interview questions about my fitness goals, etc., Jennifer took me to the weight room to put me through my paces. I was trying so hard to impress her (and not think too much about her sexy body), that it took me a while to notice my wife with her trainer, on the other side of the room. When I did, I almost dropped the dumbbells I was lifting. Her new trainer was none other than Nathan! I tried to muster up everything I could to act as normal as possible, as I realized the man spotting my wife was most definitely making moves on her even as I watched. I excused myself, telling Jennifer I needed to talk to my wife for a minute, promising to return to finish up in a few minutes. As I approached Tasha, who was giggling like a school girl, she stopped her reps.

"Hi Gavin, you remember Nathan, don't you?" Nathan turned around and reached out to shake my hand. 

"How ya been doin buddy?" he asked, but his hard grip told me he was anything but happy to see me again. "Glad you let me borrow your wife for a while, so I can give her what she needs." That got a good chuckle from both of them, and I'm sure a red face from me.

With that, I suddenly remembered Tasha's warning about fantasy possibly becoming reality. I sheepishly excused myself, turning away to go back over to Jennifer. Somehow, I managed to finish my workout, doing my best to ignore the obvious flirting that was going on just 50 feet from me, even if I couldn't hear it. Jennifer must have noticed it too, taking kind-hearted pity on me. She was smooth when she said she needed to cut our session short for today, but that she'd make it up next time. After showering, I waited in the lobby for Tasha to finish up her first training session and post-workout shower. When she finally came out of the women's locker room, coincidently, Nathan walked over from the weight room at the same time. As if staged, he once again shook my hand, only this time without the menacing effect. He explained since the three of us were old friends, maybe we should get together for dinner. Funny how that just worked out; we're now old friends all of a sudden. Before I ever had the chance to respond, Tasha was quick to accept his offer, making arrangements for us to meet him later that night.

My head was spinning by the time we got home and began to get ready to leave again for our dinner "date." I thought about trying to talk Tasha into calling the whole thing off, but something inside me wanted to see this through. I was excited and nervous as I realized what I had been fantasizing about for some time now might actually become a reality, whether I was prepared for it or not. When we met up with Nathan, he and Tasha walked ahead of me into what turned out to be more of a bar than a restaurant. There were some booths in the back of the room and as Tasha picked one and slid in, Nathan brushed me aside and slid in beside her. I was left looking stupid, forced to sit across from her, while he sat next to my wife. After a few long, uncomfortable minutes a waitress showed up. 

No sooner had she asked to take our order when Nathan said "The lady and I will have a glass of red wine, but her little husband will have a cup of milk." They had a real good laugh at my expense, then Tasha told the waitress that I would probably need a stiff drink instead, adding that she was going to have something "stiff" herself a little later on. I felt like crawling under the table. I couldn't believe how fast all this was happening, yet I felt helpless to do anything about it. Only a couple of weeks ago we decided to explore the possibility of my being a cuckold, and now I was sitting here being humiliated by my wife and her soon to be lover. Things did not get any easier for me once the wine started to take effect. I was told to go and get more drinks for them, only to find that another couple had taken my seat while I was at the bar. I had to find a seat at the bar and watch what was happening at my own table. 

At one point the waitress came up to me and said "I have to know if it is true" then reached down to grab my cock cage. She laughed pretty hard before handing me a double-bourbon, telling me it was her treat, since I was going to need it. 

At this point, I was completely mortified, realizing my humiliation was now shared by more than a few other people in the bar. I wondered if the waitress had told the rest of the staff too. I felt as though everywhere I looked I was catching stares from people amused at my pathetic circumstances. As ironic as it may sound, I was also aware of how turned on I was. While I've never been more embarrassed, I've never felt more alive in my entire life. When Tasha and Nathan decided it was finally time to go, the waitress brought the bill over. Tasha pointed toward me, telling her I was treating our guest tonight.

It was the longest cab ride home. Of course, I had to sit in front with the cabbie, so Nathan could have the backseat to warm up Tasha for whatever the two of them had in mind. They began to make out while the cabbie rambled on about nothing and everything, but that was quickly interrupted by Nathan when he blurted out 

"Hey Gavin, you needle-dick mother fucker, you're going to pay for keeping your wife's sweet, tight, little ass from me all this time. I am going to fuck her so hard tonight she'll never let you touch her with that little dick of yours again." 

I wish I could've crawled under the seat to hide as the cabbie looked at me with total disbelief. I hoped he wouldn't ask, so when he gave me a puzzled look, all I could do was nod "yes." After what seemed like an eternity, we finally arrived home. I got out and paid the cab driver as quick as possible, saying nothing, while my tormentors walked straight from the cab into the house. When I got to the front door and reached to turn the knob, I realized it was locked. I quickly realized I didn't have my keys either. I began knocking when my cell phone rang in my pocket; it was Tasha. 

"Honey don't talk just listen. I hope you are having as much fun as I am tonight, because the evening is just getting started. You have wanted this for a while now, so you are going to get your wish tonight. I want you to show me that you are truly ready to be my little cucky. Go to the garage, strip and put your clothes in the trunk of our car, then close it. Keep your cell phone with you though, with the ringer turned on. After you've done that, knock on the back door. I'm turning off my phone now." 

With that she hung up. I stood there for a momentdazed... contemplating my fate. If I did as I was told, I would be left naked, and might still not be allowed inside. If I did not do as she said, I knew I would not find out what was going on inside. I had to know what was taking place inside my own house, so I shed my clothes and put them in the trunk, which had been conveniently left open. I wonder when she came up with this scheme. I paused for a second before running into the night air for the quick trip from our detached garage to the back door. Tasha had planned this to perfection, including turning on the flood lights that shined on the back of the house, so the neighbors could see if they were looking. I knocked, then waited for someone to let me in. Standing at the door naked for what seemed like forever, my phone started ringing again. I answered immediately, to heard the voices of Tasha and Nathan, realizing I was on the speaker phone. I heard Nathan ask her if I had actually done what she told me to, then Tasha telling him to let her up so they could both check. The floodlights were shining brightly on my naked body, so it would be easy for them to see. 

"How bad do you want to come inside?" I heard Tasha asking on the phone. 

She knew the answer, but made me beg, then promise to do whatever I was told before agreeing to let me in. As the door opened, I followed Tasha to our bedroom where Nathan was relaxing on our bed, drinking a beer. In the corner of the room was the wooden chair from our living room. Nathan got up and kissed Tasha before turning to me. 

"Ok here's the deal Bitch boy, I'm going to fuck your wife like she never been fucked before, and certainly not from your needle dick, and I don't want any problems or whimpering from you." 

With that, he shoved me back in the chair and opened the dresser drawer, pulling out a handful of rope. I started to protest but the look he gave me told me that would not be in my best interest. Tasha eagerly joined him and in a few minutes I was bound tightly to the chair. A piece of duct tape was added over my mouth so I was completely helpless to protest. Tasha asked Nathan if he would like to see what she has had to settle for from her pathetic man. She produced the key to my cock's cage. There I was, just seconds away from the freedom I desperately wanted for days now, but wishing I could speak... begging her not to do it. I looked down, watching in horror as she removed it, releasing my poor cock to spring back to life. 

"Oh my God!" I heard Nathan laugh. "Is that it hard?" 

He asked her how she had survived this long with that tiny prick, pointing at my small, but rock-hard manhood. Adding insult to injury, he couldn't resist reaching down to flick my tiny tool with his finger, laughing even harder as he did. Tasha explained that I had to eat her pussy in any hope of her having an orgasm. After more laughter, she walked over to Nathan and embraced him with a long, deep kiss as they both stood just inches in front of my chair. As she kissed him, I watched as his hands reached inside her robe. As it fell to the floor, I watched him caress her breasts. Tasha knelt down in front of him, before gazing over at me and saying 

"Let's see what a real man has for me tonight." 

I was unable to do anything but watch as my beautiful wife knelt before my Nemesis and proceeded to undo his pants and free his monster cock. She made sure to comment how it was only semi hard, but was already much bigger than mine at its hardest. She wrapped her voluptuous lips around it and started to lick and suck on his cock. It wasn't long before it grew to it full glory; I was going crazy on the inside, watching his massive prick slide in and out of my beautiful wife's mouth, just a few feet in front of my face. 

After a few minutes, Nathan pulled Tasha's mouth off his cock, telling her that he needed to feel her pussy. As Tasha climbed onto the bed, Nathan swung around to join her, making damn sure his impressive cock smacked me in the face in the process. He grabbed the arms of the chair and picked it up with me still helplessly bound in it and set it beside the bed. Saying that he wanted to make sure I had a good view as he ruined my wife's pussy for a little dick like mine. He said if I behaved myself he would remove the tape. I shook my head up and down, to which he ripped the tape off from my mouth. The moment that had run through my head countless times over the past weeks was finally here. I watched as he climbed on top of my super-horny wife and placed the head of his massive cock at the entrance of her slick pussy. 

"Do you want this baby?" he asked. 

"Oh god yes! Give it to me please" Tasha begged. " 

Not until your pencil-dick husband begs me to," Nathan answered, smiling. 

Tasha looked over at me with a look that was both pleading and threatening. What? He expects me to beg him to fuck my wife right there in front of my face? Why doesn't he just do it already? He began rubbing his cock up and down her soaking pussy lips as Tasha began to moan, as if asking him to just fuck her and forget about me. 

"Oh no, I want Bitch boy to make his new role official and ask me to fuck you the way he can't." 

Tasha was getting desperate and looked at me with a look that said if I ever wanted to touch her again, I better hurry up and get to it. My mind was racing as I tried to think of the right words. 

"Just do it already!" 

"No boy, that ain't gonna do." Nathan said. "Tell me like you mean it. You know you want me to fuck her, so now I want to hear it, you sorry son of a bitch!" 

I gulped before saying "Nathan please fuck my wife." 

He smiled but said that was close, but only warmer. 

"Nathan, please fuck my wife's pussy like I can't?" 

"Almost there!" he said. 

God sometimes I hate this arrogant son of a bitch! I knew I had to really make it good, so I swallowed what small piece of pride I had left, deciding to give him what he wanted. That's when it just came out, 

"Please sir, will you fuck my wife with you big cock and make her cum the way I can't with my little penis?" 

Nathan gave me a big smile and said that was better and he would be happy to help us both out. I sat mesmerized as his tool began to enter her, Tasha cried out as he stretched her pussy to accommodate his girth. He moaned and told Tasha that she felt like a virgin after so long without a real cock. Tasha let out a huge groan and threw her head back and looked at me. 




Be Careful What You Ask For



"Oh Gavin, it feels huge. He's tearing me up inside." she said. "Do you like watching me stretched like this? You might not be able to feel anything after he is done." 

She smiled, then turned her attention back to her new lover. I watched as Nathan kept his promise from earlier. He pounded my wife with his massive cock until she exploded with her first real orgasm. When she stopped thrashing and started to settle down, he flipped her over and pressed his cock into her entrance again, this time from the rear. Tasha whimpered as he held it to her pussy lips a moment before grabbing her hips and impaling her with his cock. He fucked her doggy style while my wife was screaming out in ecstasy and begging him to fuck her harder then she'd ever had it. He pounded her until she had several more screaming orgasms before I heard him start to moan with his own climax. He moaned out as he shot his load deep inside Tasha's pussy, then they both collapsed together. I was sitting there with my own cock so hard from what I had just witnessed, throbbing and aching in the worse way possible. I was also dripping precum profusely, having formed a small pool on the seat of the chair. After a few minutes, Tasha turned and came toward me. She untied me and told me to join them on bed. I climbed on the bed as Tasha lay back, pushing my head down to her abused womanhood. 

"Ok Cuck, time to earn your keep. You better do a good job if you want me to keep you around." 

I took a deep breath as I began to devour my wife's freshly-fucked creampie. As I relished in my task I heard Nathan say "Man he really is a little pervert,"

Then I heard him kissing Tasha as I continued to eat and swallow his warm, salty cum from her pussy. He fondled and kissed her while I made sure the last orgasm of the night was at least going to come from me. I had to work for a long time, as she was already drained from the pounding he had given her. Finally, I heard those familiar groans and felt the trembling of her climax. After she calmed down, we all got up and Nathan got dressed to leave.

After getting another cab, he thanked us for a great night and finally left us alone. As we got in bed for the night, she smiled and thanked me for giving her a great night, asking if I was okay with everything that had happened. She told me that I had been her good little cuckold and deserved my well earned reward. She laid back and told me to fuck my Mistress. As I did my best to enter her well-stretched womanhood with my small cock she asked how I liked the way the evening had gone. I told her how humiliated I had been, but also how incredibly turned on all night. I told her how it felt watching another man fuck her while I watched helplessly. 

She asked if I was up to having sex this way from now on and told me this was what she had forewarned me about. I knew it was probably too late to turn the clock back now. I know she'll crave Nathan's cock again soon, and probably others. Listening to her talk this way had the effect that I suspect she knew it would and after only a few minutes I exploded in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Since I didn't make her come with me, she told me I knew what I had to do. I ate her to another orgasm, only this time swallowing my own load of spunk in the process. After we both recovered, Tasha kissed me and said "I'll take that as a yes." I smiled without saying a word... until I heard her utter a small addition. "Next time honey, maybe you'll be the one on their knees."



Be Careful What You Ask For



Not in my wildest dreams could I have hatched the scheme on my own. Not without Zelda. She was my brother's girlfriend, you see. She turned me onto it. But not directly, more in a motivational sense. 

I went to visit my brother at school. He was studying psychology or something like that. He just moved into an over sized apartment complex with a funny numbering system and I had a hell of a hard time finding his place for the first time.

I walked around the apartments until dark, knocking and asking whoever would answer where I could find my brother. No one knew him. He wouldn't answer his cell.

Out of nowhere this beautiful girl comes up behind me and hugs me. She looks at me and says in my ear,

"I need to fuck right now, baby. I'm so fucking horny."

God she was a good looking girl. If she hadn't been so good looking I would have stopped it right there. But what the hell. How often does this happen?

I went into her dark apartment. She starts making out and grabbing my cock. She unzips me and is sucking me like a pro. Like she knows me already. Whatever apprehension I had faded right into the walls of that dark apartment. 

Within minutes we are on an unfamiliar bed fucking like porn stars. I don't have a clue who she is and in the dark I found that I couldn't even remember her face as we fucked. 

She was a faceless pussy in the dark. I went down on her and ate her until she begged for more of my cock.

It's like a fantasy guys have. Just seeing a woman and being able to fuck her without any preliminary conversation. But that really is nothing but a jerk off fantasy. Women aren't like that. At least not any that I have met. 

They don't fuck strangers. That's more of a guy thing but I don't want to sound sexist. I won't begrudge them the opportunity to prove me wrong. Like Zelda did.

It took a while for the facts of the situation to all come together after we both came. She just laid there after, stretching her body over mine and hugging me lovingly. 

The longer this embrace went on, the more confused I became. I needed to know where I was, who she was and sort of take it all in. Before I had a chance to ask any questions she asks me to get her a beer from the kitchen. This is when it came into focus for me.

I fumbled with light switches and with illumination, everything looked wrong somehow. Oddly familiar, like I should know it. I felt like an amnesia victim coming back to reality.

Pictures on the wall of people who looked like my relatives. Yes, my uncle, my father, my mother...Hell, I was in my brother's apartment! 

Here's the crux of the problem; we are ringers. Identical twins. What had just happened hit like a freight train. My brother' s girlfriend thought I was him. That was the whole reason for it. I panicked. Pacing around with my head in my hands saying,

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," or something like that. 

She heard me and came out of the bedroom.

"Baby? Scott? What's the matter honey?" she asked, throwing her arms around me.

"I'm not Scott!" I declared. Pushing her away. 

"That's what's the matter!"

I looked at the pictures on the bureau in the living room. There I was. There I was with Scott 4 years ago at our high school graduation. I pointed at the picture. She knew he had a twin.

"I'm Alex! Not Scott!" I emphasized. 

She looked at the picture and then at me. Damn. Scott didn't even mention that he had a girl. I was beside myself with guilt.

She considered me skeptically for a moment, maybe pretending to be offended.

"So you didn't know Scott had a girlfriend?" She asked. I shook my head.

"I couldn't even find his apartment," I added.

"Well, I'm Zelda," she said. She smiled at me and giggled.

She got us both a beer from the kitchen and brought my clothes from the bedroom, dressing herself in the meanwhile. 

We sat in the living room and talked for quite a while. I Really liked Zelda. But then Scott and I always liked the same things anyway, including women, so it was not surprising. She was a tall thin brunette with near black hair and eyes. Maybe she was Spanish. I didn't ask her.

Zelda thought it might be better to keep our adventitious romp in the sack a secret. She was ok with that. There was no need to upset Scott. We both felt neither of us had done anything wrong. I was a horny guy and did what any guy would be expected to do.

She thought I was her lover. End of story. We drank several more beers and laughed about it. Then Zelda asks me point blank if I liked the sex. I didn't really know how to answer her.

"I loved it," I said.

That wasn't entirely true. It was the best sex I had ever had. It wasn't like I fell in love with Zelda at first sight. Sure she was beautiful and sexy, but I didn't know anything about her when it happened. That's what I think I loved. That was over the top erotic. We just saw each other for the first time and started savagely fucking. 

Scott came in a couple hours later and the three of us sat up until after midnight talking and drinking. Zelda could not believe how much we looked alike. Most twins have some distinguishing features which with a little familiarity you could learn to tell them apart. It was harder with us.

There was one thing. I had a small birthmark shaped like an arrowhead on my thigh. Zelda made us show her our legs. That seemed to give her a lot of satisfaction.

My brother and I are tall blondes born in America to 2nd generation Swedish immigrants. Neither of us have ever had difficulties finding dates and this I can say about having a twin; It makes you sexier. It is a fact. We go into a bar separately, we might get a few smiles. We go in together and women will not keep away from us.

Lying on the couch that night, as my eyelids grew heavy I dreamed an idea based on my experience with Zelda that day. It was not an entirely ethical idea, but it was one which I thought might bring me a great deal of erotic satisfaction. I just had to get Scott to go along with it. I knew he would. We were tight. Plus, I was older by 3 minutes.

It would play out in the following manner: Scott would go out for a night and meet a sexy girl; Spare me the trouble of buying drinks and making conversation;Spare me the trouble of games and foreplay;Spare me the trouble of knowing who she was. He might text me details if he had to, bring her home and exit out the back. 

I dreamt all night of strange beautiful women whose faces and names I didn't know. Women to whom I owed nothing, and they owed me nothing. I dreamt of wordless encounters, beginning with a brief glance and a passionate kiss and ending in the ecstasy of novel orgasm.

If it took more than 1 night of work, oh well. If it took a week of lunches, oh well. A week of dinners, oh well. That is how the game would play out. I fell asleep rock hard, thinking about it. And yes, I would reciprocate for him if he wanted. But then, he had Zelda.

The next morning after Zelda went to work, I broached the topic with Scott, hypothetically of course. I don't think it had the same appeal to him as it did for me.

"Let me get this straight," he said, trying to organize his thoughts coherently.

"You want me to pick up on a woman and let you fuck her?"

Scott didn't see any sense in it. But he was amused. I couldn't tell him that the idea and desire came from fucking his girlfriend.

"Ok. What the hell," Scott chuckled. 

I knew he would. I love my brother!

My apartment was across town. 2 miles from Scott. That Friday night I got a text from him. He was out with his buddies at a campus bar.

"Hot babe coming onto me," it said.

My heart raced. We hadn't talked any more about it since that morning. I hadn't worked out any of the finer details at this point, like making sure we were wearing similar clothes or were both shaved or whatever subtle differences girls might see. Trial run.

About 2 hours went by and I got a text.

"Shelloy. There in 5. Stay in bathroom."

I quickly pounded 3 shots of whiskey. I was nervous and excited as hell. I went into the bathroom and soon heard the front door open. I heard my brother's voice.

"I'll be right back babe. Can you get us a beer from the kitchen?"

Scott walked into the bathroom with a grin a mile wide. He was enjoying it. Fortunately we were both wearing jeans and a tee shirt. I had also dimmed the lights in the apartment. Scott gave me his jacket. 

While My soon to be sex partner was fumbling around in the kitchen, Scott quickly tiptoed back out the front door. When he was outside he texted me.

"She's ready bro!" 

I listened to the footsteps in the kitchen as my heart palpitated. I heard a bottle cap pop open and then another. I didn't have much time to plan. I went with it and waited in the dark living room.

"You got quiet all the sudden," said an unfamiliar voice in the kitchen. She watched me sit on the couch and take off my jacket. 

"I guess I'm too busy thinking about you," I replied. Scott must've been prattling on about something or another.

She stepped around the corner holding the bottles. I couldn't believe it. Black? I had never been with a black woman, ever! My blood raced with excitement. She was so unbelievably hot. She wore tight blue jeans and a form fitting top behind which her firm big nippled breasts sat like ripe plump mangoes waiting to be devoured.

She handed me a beer as I stood to meet her. I set down the bottle and kissed her mouth and neck, somehow expecting it to taste different than the mouth and neck of a white girl. It did not. 

She kissed me back eagerly and soon we were on the couch. I could feel and smell her wet pussy through her soaked jeans as she rubbed my trapped cock. I was so into kissing her mouth and tasting her wet tongue I just sat there like a teenager, french kissing her. 

She finally got my cock out of my pants and ran her fingers up and down its sensitive underbelly until I started to drip. Fuck she was making me hot. I unbuttoned her jeans and ripped her pants down, so anxious to eat her pussy. 

I kissed and ran my tongue all over her breasts as I began to finger her wet shaved pussy. Feeling it made me want to taste it even more. 

I pulled her jeans from around her ankles as she sat reclined on the couch. I kissed up her strong, hard inner thighs coming close to but never touching her pussy with my tongue for several minutes.

"If you're trying to make me crazy, it's working," said Shelloy. She took the back of my head and forced, or perhaps strongly encouraged my mouth to suck her clit.

"Don't make me crazy. I'm crazy enough without that tease shit," she said.

God she moaned and sighed and told me how much she loved it. I licked her clit until her thick hips began to quiver a bit. Then she pushed my head head away, wanting more before she came.

I sat beside her on the couch again and kissed her.

"I have a bed, believe it or not," I mentioned casually, fully prepared to break it satisfying her.

I feel I have always been a good judge of a woman's physical strength. Some are delicate and breakable, some are strong and fiery and will put up an admirable fight with a man and some are just plain strong and will kick a man's ass. Shelloy was just plain strong. 

This is of course just perception. But perception is powerful. I felt I could fuck her recklessly. And I wanted to do just that and I did just that. 

I laid her on my bed and licked her clit some more while I fingered her wet, syrupy vagina. I sucked and bit her nipples until they must have hurt, until they were swollen up like champagne grapes ready to burst. Then I put my cock in her.

She raised her hips from the bed to take me in. I kissed her as I pushed my hips against hers. 

I started to fuck her harder, slapping and grinding on her pelvis, smothering and straining her clit. She pulled her thighs tight against my hips and I just fucked her harder in response. She loved it. She could take all I could give her, all of my 6 foot 3 inch, 200 pound body slamming against her as hard as it could. She dug her nails into my back hard until it bled.

"Fuck that shit baby!" She said. Demanding emphatically. " Oh yeah, fuck that pussy!"

After we both came, we slept in a strong comfortable embrace all night and through the morning. I forgot her name and her face, both of which I could barely recall to begin with, and the color of her skin and the taste of her lips, and the strength of her hips. I forgot it all. All but the eroticism of fucking a strange new lover.

My brother brought them to me every week. All genres of women. Small, tall, big, curvy, busty, white, Asian, black, young, mature. It became pathological for me I think. I was addicted to anonymous, strange love. 

I fed him all of the details after. Our mutual friends loved to hear about it. Some envied me, some couldn't understand why I did it but were amused anyway. I think because it was surreal. Only a twin could pull it off. There was no other way to do what I was doing.

And as surreal as it might have been, there came a twist. One that caught me by complete surprise and one that some might have viewed as justice, though I felt otherwise.

It was late in September and the day had been unseasonably warm and sunny.

I sat outside on my balcony watching the rush hour traffic inch by and drinking an ice cold beer.

I got a text from Scott's phone.

"Alex! You want something a little unusual tonight?" it said.

I thought about what he meant. Maybe he wasn't talking about sex. The sex always seemed unusual. 

"?", I replied.

"Dominatrix", he wrote back. I frowned to myself. I wasn't so much into pain.

"Like with whips and shit?", I inquired.

"No. She just likes to be on top. In charge, you know."

I cracked another beer and thought about it, envisioning either a really mean girl or a female body builder. The imagery brought a smile to my face.

"Why not?", I texted.

He texted me all of the details. He said he worked out this fantasy role play in advance and promised I'd like it. She would be by at 10 pm. Before I answered the door, I was supposed to put on a blindfold and then do what she said.

That was an odd twist, I thought. Blindfolded? It was more erotic than anything yet. I wouldn't even see her face. I liked the idea of being unable to form a real tangible impression about a lover. A cross between a dream and a conscious fantasy.

I drank myself silly the rest of the evening, envisioning being tied down and ridden cowgirl by a woman with arms and legs bigger than mine. She would be telling me what a little bitch I was or whatever. I was totally stiff. Definitely something new.

It was different than I imagined. 10 pm. There was a soft knock on my door. I had forgotten about the blindfold. I quickly ran to my bedroom and found an old tee-shirt from which I tore a long strip. Standing in front of the door, I tied it around my head and let in the stranger.

From the start it was different than my fantasy. When the door swung open I stepped back and waited. There was no sound but the wind rushing through the maples in front of my apartment. I stood blankly for the the longest time. Then there was the sound of heels, walking slowly, pausing. Then a whisper in my ear.

"Close the door," it said.

I pushed it shut and soon felt a soft hand on my face, warm breath in my ear and a woman's body pressing up against me.

She kissed my neck and face while unbuttoning my shirt. As her tongue slid into my mouth, she brought her hands to my bare chest and pinched my nipples so hard I winced. 

She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. 

"No safe word, right?" She whispered. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

I wasn't entirely sure what a safe word was. I thought it had to do with role play. I guess I had to go along with it.

"No safe word." I said.

I was facing the foot of my bed. She was behind me kissing my neck and fondling my stiff cock. She undressed me and sucked me until I nearly came in her mouth. She stopped and I soon felt her wrapping something around my wrists. Then my legs. 

She had me tied to the footboard. Soon I felt her naked body behind me, her breasts against my back, her pussy hair against my ass. Then came the part that made me uncomfortable.

She put something in my mouth and cinched it in tight around the back of my neck. I could only breathe through my nose. I started to pull at my hand restraints and tried to object but no words came out of my mouth.

She sensed my uneasiness and whispered in my ear.

"Shhhhh baby. I'll be gentle."

Gentle about what? I thought. I could hear her behind me shuffling around and fiddling with something. Buckles snapping or plastic caps flipping open. I couldn't tell. And I sure as hell couldn't ask. 

My cock went limp. My fucking brother, this was not as he had insinuated. He failed to mention the restraints and gag.

Again I felt her nipples against my back and her mouth on my neck. She rubbed my cock and balls with oil or lotion making me stiff again. Then I noticed something wet and hard against my ass. I didn't want to imagine what it was. But I knew.

I struggled against my restraints frantically and she grabbed my balls so hard I would have screamed if I could.

"Just relax!" She demanded. "Relax and take it." 

It was the first time she had spoken above a whisper and there was something familiar about her voice. I couldn't place it.

"You're not a little pussy are you?" She said, sliding her lubed up strap on in between my ass cheeks. 

She pressed it up against my ass while she stroked my cock gently. I couldn't believe I was still hard. And that voice. I knew it.

Then came the pressure and mild pain of being penetrated. I struggled again and she squeezed my balls until I stopped. Then she giggled gleefully.

"I don't want you to use my boyfriend to pick up dates for you anymore. Got it?" she insisted. 

Zelda. Are you kidding me? 

She started to fuck my ass slowly as she pushed up underneath my balls with her fingertips, compressing my prostate while the ribs on the strap on tickled it from underneath. 

As much as it hurt, I loved what it was doing to me. I quit struggling and let her fuck me.

Zelda undid the Velcro on my mouth gag and it fell to the bed. I gasped for breath. She laughed.

"Are you my little ass virgin Alex?" 

Fuck! The bitch was going to make me cum. I was so pissed at her. I had no words to say to her and god I could feel a strong deep orgasm coming on. Then she stopped.

"Are you? Tell me!" she demanded, squeezing my balls again. I moaned and shook my head. 

"Yes." I said. She squeezed my balls harder.

"Yes, what?"

"I'm your fucking ass virgin!" I said. 

She laughed and jerked on my oiled cock while she tickled my prostate with her strap on. It felt so good. I shot my load over my bed. 

Zelda pulled out and removed my blindfold but left me tied to the bed. I watched her dress and put her toys away.

"Was my brother in on this?" I asked. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and left.

"Nope. All me," she said. Zelda had texted me from my brothers phone.

Scott needed to keep better tabs on his shit, I thought. She had probably read every text we sent.

It didn't take long to get out of the restraints. My ass hurt and I just flopped into my bed.

I heard my phone buzz from my jeans pocket on the floor. I thought of Zelda with both anger and desire. She had played me with ease, but I could see how she wouldn't want my brother picking up girls.

Scott was on the prowl for me tonight.

"Any interest in a hot blonde 40 something?" said his text. I shook my head and smiled.

"Rain check," I replied.



Be Careful What You Ask For



(This story is intended for submission to the Halloween competition. Your vote is appreciated. Constructive criticisms are welcome. I hope you enjoy!) 

*****

Ian opened his eyes slowly. His head buzzed. It was a distant, but annoying sound, and he wanted nothing more than to make it stop. He blinked hard and tried to focus, but the morning burned his eyes. It blinded him. He swallowed hard and held up one hand, shading his eyes in an effort to extinguish the flame.

The drone went on, making his head throb, and he groaned aloud. The alarm, he thought as he turned his head and squinted at the blinking, buzzing clock. His arm felt heavy as he made a feeble attempt to locate the source of his annoyance. He slapped at the black box and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter, but the buzzing suddenly, and thankfully stopped.

He lay immobile and uncomprehending for several moments, his senses out of balance. He wondered in his stupor what day it was, and the fog in his head slowly began to lift. His penis strained upwards and he groaned again as the need to urinate overrode his desire for sleep. He gave his penis a firm squeeze as he dragged himself upright and dangled his legs over the edge of the bed. The room was spinning and he felt a wave of nausea as he struggled to control his equilibrium. 

A cool breeze wafted in through an open window and it seemed to help. He drew in a deep breath and his head cleared a little more. The nausea passed. He felt for the floor with his bare feet and made an attempt to stand on wobbling knees. He didn't bother to cover himself with the sheet. There was no one here to see him naked. If he could just make it to the bathroom, he thought as he took one unsteady step forward.

The breeze inadvertently slammed the bathroom door shut behind him, and a sharp pain shot through his temples. He grimaced and reached past the glass door, turning the knobs of the shower and adjusting the water. Steam filled the room quickly, fogging the mirror while he leaned with one hand against the wall and strained to empty his bladder. 

His urine splashing against the toilet bowl made his head throb. He gave his penis a shake and stepped inside the hot shower. The water cascaded over his head and shoulders while tiny streams massaged his neck with pinpricks of agonizing pleasure. It hurt so good, he thought as he braced himself with both hands against the back wall of the shower and sighed.

"Another day in paradise," he said with dismay as he took up a bar of soap and began to lather himself. He ran the bar over his chest and under his arms, scrubbing away the evidence of the night before. His expression turned into a frown as he tried to recall the events with some clarity.

He could remember most of the day and even some of the evening. There were meetings in the morning between his lawyer and his publicist's attorneys. Despite the arguments, addendums, and deletions, he had signed the contracts where he was told to sign, before being whisked away to a book signing at a small shop in the city.

He spun around and let the water blast against his forehead and cheeks. He hated the book signings, almost as much as he hated the cocktail parties meant to help promote the sales of his latest novels. He was only grateful that despite it being All Hallows Eve, he hadn't been forced to wear some ridiculous costume. It was a formal affair. More often than not, he drank far too much and ate far too little at those types of gatherings, trying to obliterate the faces of fawning females who called themselves his admirers and fans.

In the past, there had been the occasional liaison, usually one-night stands that never worked out very well, but these days, he shunned the idea of even those. The women were gold-diggers, or worse yet, bored, married housewives with the idea that he was the cure for whatever marital disease plagued them.

But, last night, there had been a woman. Ian ran his soapy hands over his genitals, turning his back to the spray and building a soapy beard over his pelvic region. Yes, he was beginning to remember now. There had, indeed, been a woman. He was certain of that.

She had approached him at the bar, but not before he felt her presence. It was one of those strange happenings when you know someone is watching you before you actually see them. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and even now, it made a shiver run through him. His cock bobbed up and down, waving in empty air as he washed himself. The idea of the woman made it stiffen even more. 

Even as a novelist, words seemed to escape him as he thought of how she looked, gliding across the room, dressed in a long, slinky, scarlet gown that left nothing to the imagination. She had dark, auburn hair and green eyes, flecked with gold. He was sure of that. He positively couldn't forget those eyes. Ian grasped his cock firmly and begin stroking it slowly, closing his eyes and picturing the woman.

She didn't say a single word when she approached him. She just stared at him over the rim of her glass with those amazing eyes. After a moment, she handed him her glass and walked away as if she expected him to follow her. He did. He slammed the glasses on the bar, tossed down a tip, and followed her straight to the elevator. She was waiting for him there, holding the door open until he walked right in.

Somehow, he had paused long enough to grab a full-length fur coat that someone handed him as he strode out the door. He wrapped the coat around her shoulders and pressed the button that whisked them down to the first floor. Still, not a word passed between them. Not even when he handed her inside the waiting limousine, and climbed in beside her.

As the limo sped along the city streets, she lifted the hem of her gown and took his hand, guiding it between her thighs. She didn't close her eyes. Hell, she didn't even blink! She just stared at him with that hypnotic look. 

Her pussy was bald. It was as smooth as the silk dress she wore, soft and warm to his touch. He stroked it as if he was petting a cat. She opened her legs and thrust her pelvis upwards. He could smell her scent, sensual and musky, rich with the smell of animal sex. It was intoxicating. He told himself that he had simply drank too much, but it was everything about her that made his head swim.

The inner lips of her cunt were slippery and his finger glided inside of her without a second of hesitation. It was as if she had been waiting for him, working herself into a sexual state of readiness, and she made a purring sound in her throat as he slid inside. That tight little snatch closed around his finger and sucked at it like a child gobbling down candy.

She reluctantly pulled his hand away just as the car wheeled next to the curb and stopped in front of an old restored apartment building. She stared into his eyes as she parted her lips and sucked his finger inside. Her tongue curled around the appendage, licking it clean, sucking it into the back of her throat for pure pleasure. Then, the door swung open and she stepped from the vehicle without a backward glance. Ian followed.

There was another silent elevator ride as they made their way to an upper floor, exiting and following a corridor to a set of heavy, wooden French-doors. She retrieved a key from a small handbag and slid it in the lock. The door swung open and what lay beyond was a virtual den of iniquity. 

If the building was old, the apartment was rich and contemporary in its furnishings. Plush white carpet covered the living room floor. A fireplace burned as if it was constantly tended, putting off an odor of smoke and ash. Heavy drapes framed a lovely view of the city skyline and he paused in front of the window to take advantage of the rare sight.

The woman placed a fresh glass of bourbon and rocks in his hand while she sipped at a chalice of rich red wine. Yes, it was a chalice he confirmed with a frown. It was silver if he didn't miss his guess. He pursed his lips to ask her name, but she placed a finger to them to silence his questions. She took his hand and led him towards another set of double doors.

Her heels clicked against hardwood floors as they passed through the doors. Another fire roared against the far wall. A four-poster bed dressed in white satin sheets and topped with a thick down comforter posed an invitation, as it seemed to beckon to him. She set her cup aside and slid the narrow straps of her gown down past her shoulders. The gown crumpled at her feet and she stood naked before him, except for the spiked heels she still wore.

His breath became ragged as he peeled off his dinner jacket and tossed it aside. He wrapped his arms around her and she pressed her buttocks against the front of his pants, again, purring as he rubbed his rigid cock against her ass. She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down towards her open lips.

Her tongue slithered past his lips, flicking at his tongue while dodging his attempts to entrap it and suck at it with his own. It was like being kissed by a snake, he thought as she delicately licked at his lips and explored the dark cavern that was his mouth. She pulled at him, laying back on the bed with her knees spread wide, and bringing him down on top of her as she did. His cock strained for release from his britches.

Her body was perfection, flawless and beautiful. Her skin was dark and smooth. Her breasts were firm and high with nipples that stood at full attention even when not being fondled. He sucked one inside his mouth and she moaned softly. He squeezed the other, massaging it firmly in his palm. She thrust her hips upwards rubbing her mound against his stiff rod. She pushed on his shoulders pressing him downward.

"Drink," she murmured with a sigh as he fell to his knees between her open thighs. He thought it was an odd request, but he didn't pause to ponder the queer demand. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and bowed his head, closing his lips over the bud that peeked from under its hooded cloak. A garbled growl of desire escaped her lips as he sucked her clit between his lips.

The scent was there again. The scent of a wanton woman and he inhaled deeply as he slid his tongue along the succulent slit between her pouting lips. He peeled them back with his thumbs and drank from what was a spring of sexual juices, whetting his thirst, and provoking his own urgent needs. 

He slid a finger inside and she used her muscles to grip it tight. It made him crazy with wanting. He forced another digit along side the first, probing deep and stroking her cervix with a steady rhythm. Her pussy was on fire, sucking at his hand, drawing it deeper inside while a steady stream of nectar flowed from the small chasm. He abruptly withdrew and came to his feet, fumbling with the zipper on the front of his pants.

His cock burst forth and his pants slid down around his knees. He was panting when he folded her legs back, holding her ankles at arm's length and gazing down at that beautiful, satin cunt now openly displayed before him. His cock throbbed and danced a merry dance of delight as the head of his penis glistened in the firelight. He grasped it tight and guided it towards the open well. 

He groaned as it slid inside of her and he seized the heels of her shoes, again pressing her legs backwards, forcing them apart and hovering only inches above her shoulders. She was pinned beneath him and he was plowing himself inside of her like a rutting bull.

A rumbling began. It was more of a feeling than a sound. It started in his testicles, quivering, shaking, and causing his scrotum to shrink tight. It traveled along the nerves and muscles of his abdomen and stomach, rising upwards towards his throat. His buttocks clenched, his knees trembled, and his body began to quake. 

The rumble was a noise now, clear and discernible. He opened his mouth, gasping for air and a bellow of lustful pleasure filled the night. He was cumming.

He opened his eyes to watch her face as he erupted inside of her. She was staring at him with a distant look of salacious satisfaction, like the cat that had just swallowed the canary whole. A volcanic spew of ejaculate, hot and thick, shot from the head of his penis. Wave after wave of primal pleasure swept over him as he squirmed between her open legs, emptying his cock until there was nothing left to give. 

His organ jerked as he slowly withdrew. She hadn't made a sound since her command for him to imbibe himself of her earthy waters.

"What do you want, Ian?" she asked in a sultry purr. And, for a moment, he wondered how she knew his name. But, that was ridiculous. He was a successful author and she was in attendance at a cocktail party held in his honor. Of course she knew him. He had the uneasy feeling that she knew him far better than he would have liked. She gave him a quizzical look as she waited expectantly for his answer.

He released his hold on her and sank down on the bed beside her. He was covered in perspiration. He stroked her skin and marveled at how cool and composed she seemed. He grunted and half smiled. Another unfulfilled female, he thought with some irony to himself. He did not answer immediately, but instead, pondered the question to himself for a moment.

"Does it matter?" he retorted, cavalierly shrugging his shoulders at her as he wiped at the beads of sweat on his chest. He glanced uneasily at her and she nodded silently, still staring at him from behind those piercing eyes. 

He noted the curve of her hips as she yawned and stretched lazily beside him. She rolled onto her stomach and rested her chin comfortably on the backs of her hands, blinking innocuously at him. To his utter amazement, his penis roused at the sight of her bare buttocks.

A knowing smile curved the corners of her mouth, and she wet her lips with her tongue before smoothly sliding her knees under her and arching her back. Her arms were stretched in front of her and her hips were rocking back and forth in the air. She was taunting him, teasing him back into a state of interest. His prick sprang to life at the silent invitation.

"I want your ass," he growled impatiently, half expecting a resounding denial on her part. She blinked and smiled, waving her ass at him and purring yet again. He scrambled to his knees and gripped her hips hard, jerking her towards him and forcing her rear higher. She didn't resist his rough handling. In fact, she spread her knees a bit wider for his convenience and sighed as if she were totally accepting of his idea.

Her pussy was oozing the remnants of his last discharge, and he rubbed the head of his cock against her lips, smearing the head of it with slippery cum. He centered his attention on the objective tunnel and thrust hard against it. Like the mouth of a hungry fledgling, it opened, allowing him inside the confines of her rectum. He gasped as the entrance snapped shut around the shaft of his penis well below the bulbous purple head. 

She didn't even whimper. She welcomed the invasion without reservation and quickly began to thrust herself backwards against him. Shadows danced on the walls and ceiling, an eerie effect of the flickering fire that still burned bright across the room. 

The air was heavy, smoky, although it should not have been. He shook his head as he imagined a pungent odor in the air. It smelled like matches burning and it seared his eyes and nostrils. 

"Is this what you want, Ian?" she asked from over her shoulder as he pumped his organ inside of her. He growled in response, increasing his tempo and clenching the cheeks of her ass in a deadly grip. He was humping her steadily now and the heat of their coupling began to increase. He was annoyed by her questions, and he sought to silence her by ruthlessly ravaging her from behind.

"Make it cum, Ian," she urged with a hiss, as she met his pace with vigor equal to his own. She ground her hips against him, taking him all and stroking his cock with passionate fervor.

"Who are you?" he demanded between gritted teeth as he pounded his hips against the backs of her thighs. His question was met with a tinkling laughter like the sound of breaking glass. 

She squeezed him tight and bucked her hips upwards. The glass shattered as his cock swelled and burst like a stormy sea, the waves driving them both forward, drawing them under. He was drowning inside of her.

Ian's consciousness was immersed in darkness. He thought he heard the sound of her voice as she whispered, "You're mine now. I own your soul." 

It was like a distant call on the wind. It was vague, almost imperceptible, but he was sure he had heard it. There was no mistaking something like that, was there?

Ian opened his eyes just as his fisted cock spurted a wad of cum against the tile wall of the shower. The water was only warm now, no longer steaming, and he wondered as he groaned with pleasure just how long he had being jerking himself off. He twitched involuntarily as another gush of ropy semen splattered against the shower floor.

His pleasure was interrupted by the sound of a ringing phone. He hurriedly rinsed himself off and turned off the shower, grabbing a towel and padding across the hardwood floors towards the nightstand.

"Hello!" he snapped with irritation into the receiver. It was his long-time friend and lawyer, Frank Miller. "Yeah, Frank. I'm here," Ian responded to his friend's salutation. The conversation droned on for several minutes as they discussed the new contracts he had signed the day before.

As they were about to conclude their business, Ian spontaneously inquired, "Hey, buddy. Who was that woman I hooked up with last night? Do you know her?"

"What woman?" Frank inquired sounding confused. Ian described the woman as best he could without going into any intimate details of their liaison. Frank chuckled light-heartedly at Ian's recollection of the evening before.

"Man, you have got to stop drinking so much!" he jousted. "There was no woman. I put you into a taxi myself. And, there was no woman like that at the bar. I should know. I sent the invitations out myself. Maybe you need a long vacation, my friend. That imagination of yours is starting to worry me some."