1 comments/ 30538 views/ 9 favorites Sex, Love, Lust By: MrKitty Act I Alex loved Laura with all his heart, and she loved him back. They were high-school sweethearts, and they knew they were meant for each other when they first started dating. Although, like anyone who lives with someone else, they would occasionally have their differences, in general they lead a very happy and harmonious life. As far as their sex life went it was pretty good. They had only ever been with one lover—each other. But they were adventurous and caring, and after having been married for over fifteen years they still regularly enjoyed each other! Alex thought Laura was as beautiful as when they first met. She had a body that was perfectly female—curved in all the right places, small and sexy. And what he called her "little French face" was vibrant and cute, and he loved it when she laughed and smiled. She would disparage her hips for being too wide, or her breasts for being too small, but he thought they were perfect. He already had a high sexual appetite, but when she was around he often could thing of nothing more than getting her out of her clothes! But Alex was always looking for ways to spice up their sex life. It wasn't that he wasn't happy with it or with her, but he always wanted to find new ways to spice it up and make it exciting for them both. They wanted a great marriage, and knew that a healthy sex life was an important key. When they were "getting it" regularly, they were both more caring and tender with each other: disagreements and misunderstandings were squelched before they started. Every once in a while he would try to introduce something new, and Laura was GGG: good, giving, and game. She would try to keep an open mind, and even if she didn't enjoy the novelty, she would at least appreciate him for trying. It was at one of those times when Alex announced to Laura that he would be shaving her kitten when he got back from a business trip. She joked and said "Oh, is that what you do with your slaves?" "Why of course—I can't let you hide your pussy from its master!" Now they hadn't ever gotten into the BDSM scene. Alex loved women, and hated seeing them in pain. But he did enjoy seeing women in light bondage, and had suggested tying her up before to her. The thought of a woman submitting to each and every pleasure he could dole out was very enticing. However she had had experiences when dating with men who forced themselves on her, and so was unreceptive to the idea. Although he wouldn't force something on her that she didn't want, his attraction to it was to allow her to fully become immersed in the sexual experience. Alex knew that Laura was afraid of not being in control. She was always a very measured person, what others might call "anal". While this was an immensely valuable skill in life, and was amazing in terms of setting their financial and life goals together, Alex wanted to make sure that she would take time for herself to play too! He was afraid that in her zeal to control her life, job, finances and surroundings that she would forget to have fun. And although he worked to make sure she would have fun everywhere, he also wanted her to have fun in the bedroom. He had told her that he wanted to awaken every fiber of her feminine being, and he meant it. There he was a man, and she a woman: he wanted to give her the freedom to allow her to be wholly receptive, and completely submit herself to being pleasured, while they were loving to experience nothing but the act itself, as if the whole rest of the world didn't exist. He wanted Laura to soak up orgasms like a sponge. Alex loved to give her pleasure, and although he could have fun in bed without coming, it was very unsatisfying to him even if he came but she didn't. It was probably wired into his male brain, but Laura's pleasure was almost a requirement for him. He tried not to put this performance pressure on her, because he didn't want her to have to act like a trained seal! But when they were slow grinding and they were both oh-so-close, as soon as he heard her moan and saw her tense up, it would give him such a rush that it would put him over the edge too. He had originally proposed tying her up to let her completely give in to the act. It wouldn't be "rape", since he wouldn't do things against her will. But it would let her be submissive in a way she hadn't experienced before, and he thought that this might be just what she needed! But he saw a way to give her a new game with that same pleasure without having to have her feel helpless. Their little "slave" repartee gave his fertile imagination lots of places to roam. After having a week to contemplate it, he decided that he would try to introduce some new fun into their sex life when he got back... Act II Alex brought in his luggage from the car, and Laura greeted him with open arms. "I miss you terribly when you're gone!" "I do too, honey!" He picked her up and they held each other and kissed for a long time. Finally, he put her down, and she had thoughtfully prepared dinner. She poured him a glass of wine, and clinked her own against his. They ate and talked and enjoyed each other's company as they reacquainted themselves with their activities over the week he was gone. Laura then broached the topic: "I'm interested in being cozy, are you?" Cozy was their code word for sex, but it wasn't as raw a word to her, and she liked the cuteness factor in saying it. He knew immediately that not only that she had missed him, but that her body missed his. He said, "You remember what I said about shaving your kitten, right?" "Yes, she's been needing a trim." They both giggled at the double entendre. Then Alex said "I've got a little bit more in mind." She stopped and looked a little puzzled—what did that mean? "You've got to be a good little slave", he continued. She blushed and protested, "I'm not into that kinky stuff, you know that." "What I know is that you're usually a good little girl, and are willing to try new things." "But that sounds nasty; I was just joking!" "I promise it won't be anything you don't want. And if you don't like the game, we'll stop right away." "I don't know..." "Would you at least give it a try before you dismiss it? You might really enjoy it! And I promise that I won't tie you up—I know you don't relish the thought of being physically helpless. You'll have do all the restraining in your head." He smiled gently at her. A slow warm burn came to her face. She said "You promise it won't go farther than I want?" "I promise, cross my heart." "I'm not sure, I've never done anything like this." "Yes, but you do like roleplaying, right? This isn't any different." They had a couple times done roleplay situations, and she was the one to introduce them. It hadn't become part of their regular routine, but it was exciting when they did. He was trying to be GGG and indulge her wish for more fantasy when he made up a deck of sex playing cards with a bunch of roleplaying scenarios and other stuff mixed in. They only used the cards once or twice before they were forgotten. But she did remember that she liked it, and thought to herself that maybe it wouldn't be too bad. "Okay. Maybe I could be game. Do we need a safe word?" "No, you'll be in control--as soon as you say it's over, it's over." "Alright. I'll try it, but if I don't like it, I'm not doing it again." "Fair enough!" He led her by the hand upstairs and said "wait here." He went downstairs and rummaged around in his luggage and came back upstairs. She was sitting on the bed and he handed her something. It was a collar. She looked at it and stammered "Wait a minute--I didn't count on this!" "Don't get upset, just listen." He had a mischievous grin, and she was blushing, but after a pause she said "Okay, I'll listen." "If we're going to play this game, we have to have some rules. The first rule is that you're my slave only while you're wearing this collar. It shouldn't be uncomfortable, but it should remind you that we're still playing! If you want to stop, all you have to do is take it off. The second rule is while you're my slave you'll do everything I say without protest. If you disobey me, I'll have to punish you. That might mean a spanking, or something worse. It won't be terrible, but you'll probably prefer to obey me. I'm not ever going to hurt you, I love you too much. But you have to trust me, and let me set the pace. The third rule is that you won't speak unless spoken to, and you will address me as 'Master,' just like Genie does! Can you agree to those rules?" She sat and thought about it. And after a while she asked "If we try it this once and I don't like it, we don't have to do it again, right?" "I'll throw out the collar and we never have to talk about it again." She paused for a moment and then whisper quietly she said, "Okay master." "That's a good girl." He said. He gently reached around her neck and put on her collar. It wasn't too tight, but she could definitely feel it, and it almost scared her. He sensed that she was nervous, and so he softly pet her hair and pulled her head to his chest. "Shhhhh. It's okay. Sit here a moment; I'll be right back." "Yes master." He left the room and came back with a towel, his beard trimmer, a razor and some shaving cream. "You know what this is for don't you?" "Yes master, I do." "That's right—I need to have full access to my kitten. Take off your clothes and hand them to me." She stood up, and slowly started undressing. Although she was still a little embarrassed and shy, she did feel strangely excited. She did a little striptease, and handed him each article of clothing until she was completely nude. As he received each item, he carefully folded them and placed them in a small pile on a stool. He came back to the bed, and laid out the towel. "I have such a very beautiful slave! Lay down here, and spread your legs." She laid back, and did as she was told. He placed the towel so that it was centered underneath her butt. "Now remember, you can't flinch, you can't close your legs, and you can't talk. Understand?" "Yes master." "What a very good little girl." He turned on the trimmer, and it started to buzz. Then with all the delicacy of a man cutting his newborn's hair, he started to move the trimmer back and forth over her pussy, his warm hands gently moving her lips to let him get access to all of her. She would normally be very skittish with him touching her so intimately before any foreplay, but she tried to play the game well, and she fought her urge to flinch. She eventually started to relax, and just laid her head back while he worked on whisking away her fur. It was actually rather pleasant the way he was manipulating her lips, and after just a minute or so, he was done. He brushed up all the hair, and disposed of it. She looked down, and her pussy looked like it had a five o'clock shadow. He came back, with the shaving cream and a small bowl of warm water. He massaged the water onto her mound, and followed up with the shaving cream. When she was nice and lathered, he gingerly picked up the razor, and started slow smooth strokes, making her pussy completely bald. Soon he was done, and he took the water and rinsed and toweled her off. "There. Now you're completely nude except your collar. Do you like how you look?" "I don't know master." "Well, I like it, and that should be good enough for you, don't you think?" "Yes master." "Do you know what I like to do to a freshly shaved pussy?" "No master," she said, but she had a pretty good guess. She knew he loved to eat her, especially after she was bald. But she wasn't sure if she should say, so she left it at that. "Well, I think you do. Keep your legs spread wide," he said, as he bent down and gave her a full mouthed kiss on her mound. She started—although she almost expected it, she didn't expect it like that! He chided her, "Remember not to flinch or close your legs, or I'll have to punish you." She kept her legs spread wide, and tried to relax. After his first bold kiss, he started again very slowly, peppering her pussy and thighs with soft lingering kisses. Now that she was freshly shaved, she really felt everything--it was very intense. He kept at it, nibbling here, suckling there, and softly licking everywhere. She usually liked more time before she was used to him there, but she tried to stay in the moment and accept his caresses. It was feeling really good, and for a moment she almost forgot their game when she turned her head and felt the collar again against her skin. It gave her a wicked thrill for a moment, but then she started to focus on the sensations that his mouth was making against her now wet cunt. Laura knew that Alex loved to go down on her. When it came to eating kitty, he was a fiend--he couldn't get enough of her female fruit. Laura often wondered what made him so "addicted to pussy", but he couldn't ever explain it fully. Part of it was that he loved to make her come, and with his head between her legs that wasn't far behind! But had many other aspects too. It was very intimate--she had to trust him to let him there, and he was thankful and appreciative that she would grant him that trust. And it was a sensory bonanza. He could smell her female perfume, which drove him crazy. He thought her musk was a super sexy scent, and loved to smell it on his mustache long after the act. He could taste her too, which was also delicious. The feel of her fur against his face (when she had it) and her soft bits against his lips and tongue were just heavenly. And finally the sights--he thought her pussy was absolutely gorgeous, and he loved to get a close-up glimpse of it in all its beauty. She was getting quite excited when he suddenly stopped. "I want you to kneel and raise your beautiful cunt in the air as far as you can." "Yes master." She turned over, and kneeled, with her breasts pressed against the mattress, and stuck her butt up as far as she could. "Good girl. Now you're going to be licked a little differently, understand?" She didn't, but she knew that she should try not to be startled again once his tongue touched her, and she concentrated on remaining open to him. His full tongue was hard and long, and he slowly slid it as far as he could into her pussy. Although he couldn't see it, her face bloomed with embarrassment. She occasionally let him tongue-fuck her, but it wasn't her favorite activity. She wasn't sure why, because it didn't feel bad, but she felt there was something downright nasty about it. He started to move his tongue in and out of her wet cunt, fucking her with it as effectively as he could. He loved when he got the chance to taste her inside; he really was tasting her, and it was a delicious taste quite different than her outside. She gradually let go of her inhibitions, and let him penetrate her with his tongue. He did this for several minutes, and she started to buck her ass up against him involuntarily to meet his thrusts. He smiled, and withdrew his tired tongue. "One more taste, little slave girl." He pressed his mouth in a full kiss against her rosebud. This time she couldn't stop herself, and she clenched her cheeks shut. "Bad girl; you must be punished." He sat on the edge of the bed. He said "Sit across my lap." She maneuvered herself across his lap, and he slapped her ass with his open palm, hard enough to cause a brief pain, but not hard enough to really hurt. He spanked her four more times, just as hard, and her ass cheeks reddened. She tried not to make a sound, but a little gasp escaped her lips. "Now... do we have to repeat this?" "No master." "You will give me what I need, without complaining?" "Yes master." "Alright then, reassume your position." She again kneeled back down and raised her now pink ass cheeks high in the air. "It's hard to be mad at you, you have such a beautiful pink ass," he said. This time he let the tip of his tongue glide down the crack of her ass until it landed again on her rosebud. She resisted the urge to pull away, and instead tentatively shoved her ass further into the air against his tongue. It actually was enjoyable, but it was very embarrassing for her. She didn't want him to see her there, but this apparently was what he really wanted, so she had relented. He was very pleased at her gesture, said "very good, you're a quick study," and began licking her there in earnest. She tried not to think about the embarrassing nature of her predicament, and as she worked on staying in the moment she noticed sharp tingles of pleasure started working their way up her spine. She was beginning to be turned on by his ass licking; he was worrying her ass like a dog with a bone, when he slipped one of his fingers inside her pussy. She wasn't expecting this either, but she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of being submissive, of being out of control, and she just pushed her cunt back against his hand and moaned. He pulled his mouth away from her ass long enough to say "You are a good little slave, but don't worry; I forgot to tell you that you are allowed to moan!" He started licking her backdoor again, with his finger strongly pumping her pussy, when she couldn't control it any longer, and shouted out in her first orgasm of the night. He pulled his mouth away, but continued to softly finger her for a moment or two and pulled out. Laura was still catching her breath when she felt Alex all of the sudden penetrate her completely. She smelled the familiar scent of strawberries, and knew that he must have slathered himself with the warming lubricant they kept in their nightstand. He started deeply thrusting right away, and she felt his cock filling her. He was hard as a rock, and gripped her hips, pulling her onto him at the end of each thrust. At this point, Laura was going mad from the pleasure; her body reacted to his: naturally, instinctually. Alex continued fucking her, strong and deep, but with a slow measured rhythm, and she started to feel like an animal, wanting nothing more than to be taken and fucked. They continued at this for several minutes--when Laura's breath started to quicken, Alex would slow down or stop, letting her come down a little--building suspense and momentum. Finally neither one of them could hold back any longer. Laura started first, and she let out a loud uncontrolled groan as she came, shudders of pleasure racking her frame. Her pleasure brought him over the edge and Alex followed soon after. She could feel the spasms of his seed coursing into her. He held her hips to him for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a minute or two, when he withdrew and she felt empty once again. He walked to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth, and without a word he proceeded to softly and thoroughly clean her, front to back. He said "Sit up", which she did, and he reached down, unbuckled her collar, and slid it off her neck. They sat for a few moments, holding each other, and enjoying the raw spent passion in each other's arms. Then she got up, performed her nightly toiletries, and crawled into bed with him. He was already in bed waiting for her, and he extended his arm and she curled up next to him as he wrapped his arm around her and they drifted off to sleep. Act III Several days had gone by since their first slave encounter, and Laura had to say that she enjoyed the experience more than she thought she would. It was nice to have someone completely in charge for a change, and she didn't mind that it was in the bedroom. The "demeaning" aspect of it was actually very erotic, and left the whole evening with a highly sexually charged atmosphere that both of them remembered quite vividly. They made love traditionally a couple times afterwards, which she also enjoyed, but she secretly wanted to recreate the excitement of their other experience. So one night when she got home before he did, she was waiting for him on the living room floor, completely nude, a freshly shaved kitten, sitting crosslegged on the floor, wearing her collar. Sex, Love, Lust When he noticed her, Alex was the startled one. He hadn't expected her to want to bring it up again, let alone so soon. But he didn't skip a beat; he put down his briefcase, walked and stood over her, and unzipped his fly. "Do you know what to do?" "Yes master," she said, reached into his pants, and pulled him out. He was soft for a brief second, but he became hard almost instantly at the sign of his nude wife on her knees in front of him. She took him into her mouth, and then moved to nibbling and mouthing his head and along the sides of him. He moaned as she again sucked him into her mouth, deeper this time. "You're very obedient; I'll have to reward you slave." She withdrew and gave a mischievous smile, and then gobbled him up again. She started moving her head slowly up and down his shaft, taking him as deep as she comfortably could. He was simultaneously in love and lust with this woman who he had known almost his whole life, and who right now was the sexiest woman in the world. He pet her hair lovingly as she continued to perform her duties. "Suck harder," he commanded. She did, and he groaned "God, that's good!" Laura felt herself getting wet as she knelt before Alex sucking his cock. She could understand why he loved to eat her--it felt powerful for her to please him, and it got her excited to hear him responding to her actions. He gently pulled her head away with his hands and looked down at her. "Please suck on my balls," he begged. "Master, you don't have to ask me." "Oh my God--you're right! I won't say please next time; thank you for keeping me honest, little slave!" They both gave a giggle. She moved her head underneath him, and he spread his legs wider to give her greater access. She started moving her open mouth and tongue all over his balls, sucking them partially in, then releasing them, doing what she knew would drive him crazy. He was rock hard with excitement, seeing his sexy wife wearing her collar sucking his balls right into her mouth. His breathing became more shallow and his moans louder, and Laura thought he might lose his balance, so she took one hand and cupped his ass to help steady him. That excited him even further, and he grabbed her head and softly pulled her towards him. She then took both his balls into her mouth and started furiously licking them with her tongue. He was having a hard time standing, and a hard time not coming. He pulled her away again, and she let his balls fall out of her mouth. "Suck me again." She maneuvered back upwards, and again slurped his cock back into her mouth. He was very close now, and so he started to thrust his hips against her mouth, and she helped him by rhythmically pulling his ass towards her with her hand. He didn't let himself get too deep, but she was taking him already quite deeply, and he finally couldn't hold out and started shuddering. "Oh God!" he cried, and both of his hands held either side of her head as his legs almost buckled. She could taste his salty seed spurting into her mouth, and she kept sucking him and grunting "good boy" sounds until he was finished. She always swallowed, and he thought that was very sexy. He reached down and pulled her up to him. "What a good little slave. Take off my clothes now." She started unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it off. She did the same with his pants, unbuckling his belt, and pulling his pants around his ankles. He lifted his feet to let her pull off the legs, and she pulled off his socks while she was at it. Finally, she had to work his underwear around his fly opening, out of which was still jutting his hard cock which hadn't gone down at all. Finally, he was nude as well. "Stand here and spread your legs." She did so, and he reached his hand underneath her. He gently felt her, and felt that she was smooth. "You must have shaved yourself again." "Yes master; isn't that how you like it?" "For now I do. I may want you furry in the future, but I will tell you when that time comes. You seem moist." "I am master. It was exciting for me to service you." "Very good; you should be excited to please your master. Put your finger inside yourself." She reached down with one hand and parted her lips, and with the other hand extended her middle finger and inserted it into herself. "Good. Now put your finger into my mouth." She averted her eyes in embarrasment, but did as she was told, bringing her hand up to his mouth. He licked her finger, and sucked it deep into his mouth, licking all of her juices off. "You're very tasty, my little slave. But I can't eat you every time or I'll spoil you rotten. Instead you will lay on your stomach and spread your legs." "Yes master." She lay on the carpet. He climbed on top of her and placed his cock against her opening, but not inside. He used his elbows to keep the majority of his weight off of her, but laid on her enough so that she would feel him pressing against her. His hand reached around her body to cup her breast, and he softly kneaded it. Then he shifted weight to allow him to use his other hand on her other breast. He still lie outside her opening, just parting her lips with his head, but not diving in. She was surprised that he was hard enough to penetrate her, but she knew that even though she had just given him a blowjob he would remain hard for a long time. She longed to have him thrust into her; she was excited, but he was teasing her and taking his time. He again shifted his weight, and reached down and massaged her ass as best as he could while remaining positioned right outside her. He was very careful how he did this; he pulled her cheeks apart, and would slightly advance inwards, but retreat when he released her cheeks, giving her a little taste, but almost letting it seem as if it were an accident. He continued like this for a while, and Laura struggled not to grab his cock, or to jut her ass backwards to take him inside. Finally he said "How are you doing slave?" "Bad master." "Why is that?" "Because you are teasing me." "Am I?" he asked innocently. "Yes master; you won't fuck me." "If that is what you want, I will let you ask me for it. Say 'Fuck me.'" "Fuck me," she whispered. "That didn't sound very convincing. Beg me to fuck you." "Fuck me!" this time she pleaded, much louder and desperate. "All right, you did ask me to" he said, and he slowly penetrated her, not backing up or stopping until he was completely deep into her pussy. She finally sighed as she had gotten the teasing over with. He began to very slowly draw himself out, and stopped. "Master?" "You know you're not supposed to respond until spoken too," he gently scolded her. "But what did you want?" "Will you please not stop fucking me?" "Of course, I'm sorry to be cruel." He then started more quickly, but still not too fast, pushing his full length into her and then completely withdrawing at each stroke. But this time he continued, and slowly picked up the pace. She was really enjoying herself, and she began to make grunting sounds at each stroke. Eventually her breath began to quicken too, and he felt that she was getting close, and he slowed to pace her, letting her savor the moment right before orgasm as long as he could. Finally, she could no longer hold out, and she cried out and clutched the floor as she felt wave after wave of pleasure course through her body. At her orgasm, he slowed his stroking, and stopped while still remaining fully inside her. He had one arm wrapped around her and cupping her breast, petting her hair with the other hand, and kissing her forehead. They lay for quite a while like this before he spoke. "How did I find you as a slave when I came home?" "I wanted to master." "Why is that?" "Because I enjoyed myself last time," she shyly whispered. "That is what I thought." He still lay on top of her with most of his weight to the side, and he reached up and undid her collar. Then they got up, got dressed, and arm in arm went to the kitchen to start dinner. Act IV Now their sex life was semi-frequently spiced up with light domination play. Sometimes Alex would have her lie on his lap and nurse on his cock. Other times he would eat her until he had his fill. Almost all of the time she would get a good deep dicking. One way or another she learned pretty quickly that if she put on her collar, that night she'd get a royal fucking. One time Laura was feeling bold, and she walked up to him and handed him the collar. He looked at it briefly as if confused, but immediately figured out what she had in mind, and wordlessly put it on. She got a taste of being the master for a change! She realized that it was hard to come up with all the different creative ways to give your slave the good fucking that they deserved. But she persevered, and she fucked him good and hard until he was worn out. Either way, they were having fun enjoying themselves and each other.