0 comments/ 31571 views/ 1 favorites The Anniversary By: CelticsHeart He ate dinner alone, looking across the table to the unused setting, the glass of wine undrunk and shook his head. He picked up his own glass and moved through the house to find the comfort of his armchair. His mood was dark, tonight of all nights he needed her so much. After a few more drinks he retired to bed, the end of a long day, the beginning of an even longer night. As he walked down the hall way he swayed a little..."Man, I am working to hard"...He thought to himself. Holding onto his head he entered his bedroom, lowering the zipper on his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He kicked them away from him and turned towards the window, looking out to a full moon rising in the night sky. "Baby, I miss you!" He said aloud, looking up as if the clouds would convey his message, "Why can't you be here now?" After another long look at the moon he turned towards the bed, unmade and wrinkled, but so inviting. Two long steps of his elegant legs took him to it and down he fell, rolling onto his back and placing one hand behind his head. This was her place, her domain and how he missed her there. Perhaps too many drinks, perhaps too many memories, but for some reason a tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. He brushed it away impatiently and rolled onto his side pulling the pillow to him like a life ring. Quietly he forced himself to breath slowly, knowing sleep would find him more quickly that way, and to any watcher he seemed to be in sleep immediately. But the man was somewhere no-one else went - that special place where he dreams his dreams. In that place the bed is made, and no tears fall from him. There he lives life as he knows it should be. Moments passed, then slipped into hours, and still he stayed in his place, occasionally a smile would pass over his lips. To a watcher he would have been smiling almost, a manchild in a wonderful dream. A storm broke outside the window, a fork of lightning flashing brightly and the dim rumble of thunder could be heard, but he did not stir. Fully asleep now he turned over gently, languid and relaxed, to his stomach. In the moonlight the curve of his buttocks was like sculptured marble flowing onto legs that were strong and muscled. Another flash of lightning and the thunder rolling behind it could have revealed to a watcher the silhouette of a woman, watching patiently from the bedroom door. The woman's eyes never left the mans body. She moved across the bedroom floor slowly, feet falling quietly, posture alert, trying so hard not to wake the sleeper. He mumbled in his sleep, she froze, eyes wide watching the man relax once more. She stepped to the edge of the bed, raised her hands to the collar of her coat and loosed the buttons. Rolling the coat from her shoulders as the lightning flashed revealed her nakedness. Her nipples so erect on her large breasts cast shadows against the walls. Carefully she let the coat fall to the floor. The shadow on the wall now revealed the full form of her...the slope of her tummy, curve of her ass and the straight long legs beneath it. The woman ran her fingers over one nipple and down her belly to the mound of soft hair below it, pausing for the briefest second before they slid easily between her legs. She sighed, lightly and not in sadness for she smiled wide down to the sleeping man below her. Her head inclined, listening carefully to his breath as it blew softly over his lips. Slowly she lifted an edge of the thin sheet covering his body and began to peel it from him. All the while her fingers slid slowly back and forth into her wetness. His body was now exposed to her and with the lightest touch she ran her hand over his skin, lighter than the touch of feathers. He rolled over gently, craving the touch unknowingly. The woman smiled at the sight of his long thick cock, semi-hard and leaking precum from its tip. She silently leaned forward and with an elegantly manicured nail scooped a drop to her lips, licking lasciviously and loving the taste. The man did not wake but drew a deep breath in and slowly let it escape him, sniffed the air and smiled in sleep, a memory of forgotten smells lingering in his mind. Smiling, his body began to relax even further. As he exhaled she lowered herself to the bed, kneeling at his side. She reached over to a small box on the headboard and took out what looked like a black handkerchief. Taking the fabric in both hands she moved over the mans body, hands poised above his face and quickly, with sudden speed she launched herself like a cat to straddle him then she placed the fabric over his eyes. The man began to wake violently, but the woman pressed him down using her knees pressed over his arms. She placed her fingers over his lips. "shhh!...don't struggle pet...you know what will happen if you do!" She said, her voice low and husky. His sensations were flooded. He smelled so many different things, a perfume so familiar, so natural and comforting to him that he lay back without struggle. He could hear her breathing, hear the noise of her skin as it brushed over his. His skin tingled so much it was like fire. She lifted herself from his chest, descending lower, laying soft slow kisses onto his skin as she went, and with each kiss the man gasped. The woman paused. She had reached her goal. In the moonlight and the flashing illumination of the lightning she could see her prize. His cock was hard and erect, pulsing softly in his need. She bit hard on the skin of his balls and watched them tighten, his cock grew in response and he groaned in pain and desire. She smiled and parted her lips, her tongue snaking out to lick over the head of his cock, and he cried out in pleasure. Again she licked softly, rewarded by his moan. Harder now...her own need of him rising inside her she licked, letting the head slip between her teeth. She sucked on him as a child would a comforter, feeding and loving. He cried out more and it was her turn to moan now. Her tongue lapped back and forth over the long shaft as she rammed her head low to him...swallowing all of him suppressing the need to gag on his meaty flesh His hands moved to her shoulders, over her neck and then to her head. He twined his fingers into her long hair. Griping it tightly he began to thrust gently into her open mouth, feeling the warmth of her surrounding him. The woman's hand moved once more to the wetness of her pussy and she began to rub back and forth over her clit, feeling it so swollen and hard. She let the fingers slide back further slipping them slowly into the soft folds of her pussy filling it as much as she could and crying out. She felt abandon take her and sucked harder on his cock. Slipping 3 fingers tightly inside she began to fuck her swollen and soppy slot, hips grinding tightly she forced her pussy so close to climax, suddenly stopping...the time was not yet right! The lightning flashed on, and to the watcher there seemed to be only a single form on the bed, so moulded was the writhing shape on it. He began to lift her head now, higher till she was almost sitting. The woman lifted her wet fingers to her mouth and slipped a single finger into her mouth, she savored the taste of her juice there. She leaned forward and gave the remaining sweetness to him, and he lapped on them hungrily, licking and biting on them. She purred in pleasure...how he loved the taste! "Did you miss me my pet?" she asked him. Waiting for his reply she began to move along his body. "I did Mistress, I missed your taste, and smell and touch. I need you so much!" He said in rasping notes. "Then you may have me my little one, if you are very good" She teased." I will lay down now, so that you can show me how you missed me. But no looking quite yet my pet!" She rolled onto her back...she pulled him to her, her legs spread wide beneath him. She pushed his head low, forcing his face to her pussy lips. His tongue searched madly for her clit, and finding it her began to lap there, licking harder and harder. Gently he bit onto the folds of wet skin, and sucked her clit into his teeth. He let his tongue flash back and forth over her clit. His mouth filled with her juice, he swallowed again and again but still it came. Holding his head tightly she began to rub herself over his face, faster and faster her hips moved, building to a frenzy almost...and then suddenly stopping. He knew what to do and he placed two tightly held fingers into her pussy not more than one inch. He mewed in ecstasy. "You love this pussy pet, yes...you do!!, lick my clit make it burn for me...that's it! Do this well, little one, and you can have a special treat tonight!" She breathed to him He worked the fingers in little circles around and into her pussy, increasing the depth in every rotation till his fingers were hidden inside her. She ground her hips onto them, rocking and pushing herself. Her hands pulled his lips back to her clit. "Eat well now...I need to cum...need to fill your mouth pet...suck harder...use your tongue to fuck me!...Show me how much you want it" As she commanded he worked her pussy faster...fingers slipping in and out...fucking her wetness till the juices ran down his hand. His tongue lapped over and over on her clit and soon her heard her cries changing. More loud now, more urgent and he knew she was there. He pushed harder still and felt the walls of her pussy tighten and ripple...felt the tremors running along her. Beneath his lips her clit became harder now. He bit gently onto it and sucked it into his mouth. She began to pull away from him, instincts telling her body to seek release, but he knew his role...knew her need and so he followed her movement never letting the fingers cease in their movement in her pussy, licking her harder now. Pride swelling in his cock as he fucked her pussy with his mouth. Her nails dug hard into the skin in his shoulders...harder and harder...skin breaking under the pressure, blood beginning to trickle from him. The stillness of the night was filled by her screams of lust...lost in her call of desire. Her orgasm filled the air and then subsided as a film of sweat covered them both. He stayed perfectly still, waiting, like an alabaster statue in the moonlight. His cock was painful, throbbing, desperate to fuck where his fingers were! He longed to swallow her cum, his mouth could barely hold it, a slim thread of it trailed down his chin, he could smell nothing but her sex, her cum and his lust!! She smiled...looking down at her prize, her pet...how well she had trained him! Lifting a hand and trailing her fingers along his head and lifted his face from her pussy, and her heart was filled with love. She saw his mouth open, full and ready. "Feed me pet!" she whispered and he rose climbing carefully till his mouth was alongside hers. He leaned forward and tipped his lips to her, letting a little of her cum loose onto her lips. She licked it gone and he repeated this till his mouth was empty. Still he did not swallow or lick his lips, how he longed to do it...but he knew the price of failure too well!! Smiling, the woman lifted and finger to his chin and closed his mouth. He licked his lips them, his tongue swirled around his gums savoring the taste "Do you want to show me you are my one and own little one?" she asked him. He nodded, head lowered, his eyes taking in the sight of her flowing juices darkening the sheet below. " Go stand against your frame pet...go now!" The woman let her fingers slip into her pussy one last time, and marveled at him. She was so proud of his dedication and submission to her. She knew that she could command anything of him and he would give it willingly to her. Ah this is indeed true love! She mused. The man crossed the floor in three steps, his thighs shaking slightly, and his stomach knotting in anticipation. Despite the blindfold he knew exactly where it was, his senses so high. Still his cock throbbed and he longed to take it in his hand and stroke it. But that was not a possibility...no...He knew what he had to do. The cross lay against the corner, and the moonlight shone over it casting shadows over the restraints attached to it. This had been a gift to him from her...a celebration of his submission was what she had called it. It was made from the finest oak, its fastenings and rivets of brass. Strong thick rubber buckles at the end of each axis, at the centre was a brass ring. She tethered his cock to it...trapped in its studded sheath when he misbehaved, but not tonight...tonight he would be good...not that misbehaving did not have benefit sometimes, but tonight was special. He leaned against the cross, hands raised and placed into the cuffs. He felt her hands tie the buckles, tighter than before. The rubber dug cruelly into his skin, but he twisted against it all the same. She took a handful of his hair and tore his head back, looked deep into his eyes and smiled. She leaned close and brought her lips close to him. Hardly breathing he waited for her soft sweet kisses...lips parting expectantly. But she sucked his lip into her mouth and bite harshly into the skin, he felt the salty taste of his blood flowing into his mouth. The woman then licked the wound, sucked and turned to whisper in his ear. "You are mine, my pet, my boy and mine alone. I will eat of your body and take all that I want from you. This is as it should be pet!" His cock was bursting, balls aching and heavy with cum She walked slowly behind him let her hands run over his shoulders shining with a thin film of sweat there, and then stroke over the wetness of his back to his ass. She cupped both cheeks into her hands and dug her nails into the hardness of the muscle. He tensed, loving the caress of her hands. A smile and a small laugh escaped her as she slid her hand in front of him and found his cock...so hard...wet at its head and ready. She jerked it hard, pulling the foreskin all the way back, her finger ran over the head and she let the nail on her little finger slip into the tiny hole there. His body trembled more and more...his balls seemed to draw inside him and cum flowed into the shaft, along his 9 inches to the tip...she felt it swell. "You will NOT cum yet! Do you understand?" she barked into his ear. He nodded and ground his teeth...his orgasm subsided slowly, but he knew it could trigger anytime. Reaching down she lifted the long cane from the floor. The woman stepped back into the shadows and raised her arm. Sharply she brought the cane down onto his skin with a loud crack. He gasped, filling his lungs with air. She let her arm drop and saw the welt appear on his skin. "I am waiting pet...what do I expect to hear???" She asked "Thank you Mistress...thank you!" "Count for me pet!...and careful of that cock...if it cums...well you know what happens." "one thank you Mistress" he cried. She nodded and continued. Five times the cane struck, five times he cried out thanks. She once more rubbed on her clit...How she loved to see him this way! Truly hers, and so beautiful in her eyes. Each mark and welt a wonderful submission in itself, the fine bloody marks from her nail like soft kisses on his skin. There was no more pleasure in life than seeing his pleasure in her dominance of him. The man felt each strike, the intensity of the pain and the glow as it subsided. Each strike made his cock swell and precum began to flowed freely from him. His cock so hard it stood slightly upwards and the trail of his precum began to dribble down over his balls onto his thigh. How he loved her, How he lusted for her. She was everything he ever needed in a woman. She gave so much to him, and that cane... her temperance in each strike...just hard enough! Never enough to break skin and damage Her prize pet, his skin glowed. His breathing was ragged now...so filled with need of her...to cum...to show her how much she made him need Her pussy around his cock. A moment passed, he wondered where she had gone. Then he felt her body mould along his back...cool in the night air...soothing the welts on his back. Her arms came around him...and her hands rose to his hard nipples...brushing over them. Then came the ecstasy of the clamps snapping onto his chest. "Yes Mistress!...thank you!" He called out. She stepped back and once more cracked the cane over his back, this one time harder than before. She saw his knees buckle slightly, smiled and cracked with the cane once more, he had not expected it. His weight was taken up by the cross and cuffs. "I gave no permission to speak!" she said Once again she reached to the floor, this time taking a small bottle of oil into her hands...smoothing it over her hands she ran them over her nipples...pinching them hard as she did. Her eyes never left his body as her hands dropped to her pussy and she rubbed herself to orgasm in seconds. She threw her head back and sighed. Her muscles were taught and she felt almost rigid. Then the woman straightened and poured a little more oil into her palms, she began to rub the oil and pussy cum slowly over his back easing the pain of the welts. After a short while she reached to his feet and over his head and loosed the cuffs, turning him around to face her. She loosened the blindfold from around his eyes, giving him enough time to adjust to the change in light before she walked to the bed. His eyes fed on her, is desire showing in the hardness of his cock...long and thick. She lay back and spread her legs wide, sliding her fingers into her wet pussy and tasting it slowly as he looked on. "Do you want this my pet, do you want my pussy...folding around that wonderful hard cock?" He nodded in reply..." You have been so good tonight, you deserve it little one! Come to me, Now!!!" As so he went towards the bed, knowing what to do. Never touching his cock he slid between her legs, plunging his cock into her in one fluid motion. His body was charged with need...and he sated himself in her. Rising and falling, he took her...long slow strokes of his cock in her...almost sliding fully out but plunging inside more deeply with each return. She milked his cockhead with every stroke, muscles squeezing tighter and tighter on his meat. They fucked hard, like lovers for the first time in the moonlight, lust and desire flowing into each other. He needed to cum so hard. The effort of holding back furrowed his brow. The woman gloried in his restraint of himself. How good he was! How she loved him! "Now my pet...cum for me...show me how much you missed me!" He withdrew his cock from her...covered in her cum, shining in the darkness. A spasm racked his body, he jerked and cried out as the first jet of cum left him. He looked down to see her fingers holding her pussy lips wide, exposing her hard firm clit. Seeing the cum land there...white against the swollen pink pussy lips. The spasms subsided and they shared the sight of his seed on her, he leaned over her and lapped slowly gathering every drop of his spilt cum onto his tongue, carefully bringing his mouth to Her. She sucked on his tongue, biting hard and moaning into his mouth. He leaned further forward and kissed her deeply. She pulled him to her side...it was over...they were spent...now was the time to slip into a silent moment, shared love surrounding them. "I love you Darling!, always!!" He said, and she cradled her head against his hard chest. They rolled to their sides eyes locked in love, bodies entwined. "It was a long drive home tonight, traffic was a nightmare!...then I got a flat...and do you know not one guy stopped to help me!!!!...I even tried flashing my stocking tops...!!!! shame I took so long to get back I missed you!...you get dinner ok?..." She asked smiling... "oh and was Mom ok 'bout keeping the kids for us again?" He nodded, and pulled her to him his eyes filled with tears of love for her. The Anniversary "Happy Anniversary Baby - did you enjoy your present??" He said. "Yes, it was happy, wasn't it!!" She giggled , and lowered her eyes, in mock modesty..."and my present was...was...tooooo good! I do love you darling! Was I a good Mistress?" In the midst of his fast approaching sleep he smiled, nodded and held her tightly to him. "oh yes...as always...pet! The Anniversary This material is intended for readers at least 18 yrs. Of age or older. If you are not 18 leave now. This story is purely fictional and it is also my first attempt at writing a story for lit erotica so please let me know what you think. It was their one year anniversary. Bill and Chloe Steele had been together for about a year and a half and everyone thought that they were crazy for getting married so soon. Sure they had their problems, but who doesn't? They worked through everything together . And soon they would be celebrating the anniversary no one thought they would make it to. Number 1. As Chloe thought about their approaching anniversary, she wondered what they would do to celebrate. Would he take her out to dinner? Would he fulfill her fantasies? Would he buy her a rose? Or would he just forget? She couldn't help but wonder, so she decided to take matters into her own hands. When Bill arrived home from work that night, she asked "Would you please take the weekend of our anniversary off?" She prayed he wouldn't ask why because she didn't know what she would tell him. Bill said he would talk to his boss in the morning and let her know when he found out. She accepted this and their evening went about as usual. Some time talking about their days and watching t and off to bed they went. She has just over a month to plan her attack. It would indeed be an anniversary to remember. As the days went by, Chloe was busy planning. She called the local adult shop to take stock of what she needed to get. She needed to get a set of cuffs for the wrists and ankles, a blindfold, a set of nipple clamps, and a good cock ring, one that would do what she intended to use it for. Last of all, she needed to find the perfect attire for the anniversary. She wanted him to need her like he never had before. As the weekend drew near, she went shopping. She got all of the items on her list, plus a few extra items, in case she needed them. All that was left was her clothing. She looked through everything that they had and just wasn't sure what to get. Did she want silk, lace, satin, leather? She just didn't know. Until one outfit caught her eye. It was a black leather top and skirt. The top was very tight and barely covered her, with the exception of the nice rings in the middle of the breasts, just large enough for her nipples to fit through and a very low cut neck. The skirt was very short. You could see her luscious ass hanging out just a bit from the back and from the right angle in the front you could tell if she was wearing anything underneath or not. To finish the ensemble Chloe bought a pair of knee high black boots with 3 inch heels. As she looked in the mirror, she decided she liked the image it portrayed. Chloe awoke before Bill on Friday morning and decided to make her move then. She carefully got out the handcuffs and attached them to the posts on the bed, and did the same with the ankle cuffs. Very gently she placed both of his wrists in the cuffs and secured them. Before she went any further she decided she better get the blindfold on him. When she was confident he wouldn't be able to see, she locked his ankles into place. Now it was her turn, she grabbed her new clothes and quickly changed into them trying to remain as quit as possible. Chloe couldn't believe she was actually doing this. It was her fantasy to have this happen to her, but she was having fun doing it to her lovely husband. She hoped he would understand in the end. In the kitchen, she no longer worried that she would wake Bill up. In fact, that's almost what she was hoping to do. She fixed him a nice breakfast, eggs and bacon and a glass of chocolate milk, his favorite. As she made her way back to the bedroom, she could here him starting to awake. She walked in calm and collected, and set his breakfast on the nightstand next to him. She watched him try to roll over and struggle trying to figure out why he couldn't. It was kind of fun just watching him, and she found herself growing wet with every move he made. "Chloe? Are you there? What is going on?" Bill asked. "Where are you? Who are you?" "It is me my dear," Chloe replied in a loving voice. "Here is the deal. Just listen to me for a moment." As she was talking, she retrieved the nipple clamps and began putting them on her husband. "For the remainder of this weekend, you will listen to me and obey my commands. You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will not do anything unless I give you permission. This includes touching me, anyone else who happens to be with us, or even yourself. Do you understand?" "Chloe what are you talking about? What is going on here?" With a light tug on the chain, Chloe replied, "did you understand what I have just told you? And if you did, simply tell me 'yes.'" "Yes," Bill quietly answered. "Good, now we can get started." Quietly, but forcefully, Chloe attached the cock ring she had decided on and found the remote and turned it on very low. She could see it's vibrations having an effect on Bill. She took a seat in the chair next to the head of the bed and began to feed her husband his breakfast. He seemed to be having a hard time eating while her toy was working on him. But she was enjoying every minute of it. As soon as he was done eating his breakfast, Chloe removed the blindfold from Bill's face. From the look on his face, she knew he liked what he saw, and if his face didn't give it away, his throbbing cock gave it away. He started to say something, but Chloe reached for the chain on his chest and he decided against talking. She was impressed. But nonetheless she decided for the time being she would put his blindfold back on. She didn't want him to know what was coming next. With Bill blindfolded again, Chloe climbed up on the bed next to him. She reached down and started rolling his balls in her hand and whispered in his ear, "I don't even want you to cum without me telling you it's okay. And if you do, you will regret it. Understand?" A simple nod is the only response she got. She liked it that way. Things were going well so far. But just to add to the fun she thought she needed to add just a touch more. She climbed up on top of him and sank his entire length into her wet pussy. She bobbed up and down on him a couple more times and climbed off. The look of dismay on Bill's face was pitiful. She loved it. She lay back down next to him and began to play with herself. As she did she spoke to Bill, "You know dear, how you always wanted me to play with myself for you? Well to bad you cant watch or you'd be getting the show of a lifetime. As she rubbed her clit and slid two fingers in and out of her tight little pussy, she moaned and felt herself getting close to her first orgasm of the weekend. When she was almost there she climbed back on top of her husband and rode as hard as she could until she came, screaming his name. When she was done, she slid down the length of his body and took his still hard cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste of herself mixed with his pre-cum. When she was done she asked him, "Can I trust you to do as you are told if I remove your restraints?" "Yes Ma'am," Bill replied quietly like a schoolchild right after being disciplined. "Okay, but if you disobey, you will be dealt with firmly," Chloe said as she moved to slowly remove his cuffs an blindfold. "You are to remain unclothed for the rest of the weekend unless we go out of the house, upon such time I will choose something suitable for the occasion for you to wear. No matter what happens, no matter who comes over, and no matter what I am wearing. Do you understand? "Yes Ma'am." Chloe walked over to the closet and chose a nice sundress to wear. It was a light blue dress cut low in the chest and short in length. "You may roam around the house as you please, but if I call you, you are to answer to me immediately. If a guest interacts with you, you are to treat them as you do me. And you are not to remove your cock ring at any time, it is waterproof and will stay on you until I take it off." With this she walked out of the bedroom. When Bill walked out into the living room, he noticed that all of the curtains were pulled wide open and no matter where he stood anyone on the street could see him. Chloe was on the phone with someone who she was speaking with about a dinner later that night, but he could not figure out who it was and he dared not ask. When she was done speaking to her friend on the phone, she announced "We will be going out to dinner tonight with some friends of mine. You are not to speak while we are out of the house and upon our return you will immediately remove any clothing you have on." For the rest of the day, Chloe teased and tormented her husband. Calling him over to her every so often so she could play with his hard cock, and making him bring her to numerous climaxes. As the afternoon set in and then evening, Chloe called Bill into the bedroom. "You are to wear this outfit during our outing." And with that she was gone. He looked over his clothing and was embarrassed to think he was going to wear this in public. She has laid out a pair of black leather skin tight pants, a catching black leather short sleeved shirt, a black leather collar with a single steel ring on it and a pair of black sandals. He immediately changed into the clothes and regretted doing so, anyone and everyone who looked at him would be able to see the chain hanging cross his chest connecting the clamps on his nipples, and even worse, his throbbing cock. His cock ring was still on and it was getting painful to have an erection this long and not be allowed to release it. He wondered how long this was going to continue. While Bill was in the bedroom changing, Chloe decided to maker her change as well. She changed into a long black leather dress, that hung slightly off her shoulders, and her 3 inch heels. She pulled her long blonde hair into a tight ponytail high on her head. As she was finishing up, she heard the doorbell ring, and instructed Bill to answer the door and greet their guests. When Bill opened the door, he was surprised to see Chloe and his mutual friends, Angela and Isaac. What surprised him more was that Isaac was in the same condition as himself. Angela walked in and Isaac followed a step behind. Angela and Chloe talked for a bit until a cab showed up and it was time for them to go. Where they were going, neither of the men knew. But they were soon to find out. Bill didn't want to admit it, but he was very turned on my all of this. He didn't know about Isaac, but he was liking this new side of his wife. He had never known her to be one to take control of anything, let alone another person. She was normally very laid back. As they approached the restaurant Bill noticed it was the most popular restaurant in town, The Cocktail House. He suddenly didn't know if he was excited or not anymore. But, Chloe held the cards here. She was the one in control. As they walked in, Bill could feel all the stares of people without reservations. Bill was a little uncomfortable with the leash that his adoring wife had connected to his collar. It was obvious that she had done some planning. As their table was at the far end of the restaurant and they had to walk in front of almost everyone in the place. When they finally reached their table the waiter pulled our each of the chairs for the women and brought stools for the men. The women chit-chatted about all kinds of stuff like nothing was going on. Then all the sudden, Chloe reached into her pocket and turned a little knob as far as it would go. Bill felt his cock swell as it never had before. If this kept up much longer, he wouldn't be able to help himself. Then all the sudden, it quit. His pants were still. After dinner, the group said their goodbyes and parted. Bill assumed that another cab would pick them up and they would go home. But he was wrong. "Doesn't this night air feel good Dear?" Chloe asked. "No Ma'am," Bill replied. "Well, I guess you'll be uncomfortable on the way home, because we're walking home." Came her answer. "Do you mind?" "What do you mean?" Bill inquired. Chloe said nothing. She just continued walking in the direction of their house. Bill noticed that her hands were in her pockets and she seemed to be messing with something. Then he knew. He could feel his cock enlarging again. He wanted to cum so bad. But he didn't want to find out what she'd do if he did it on his own. As he slowed to control himself, Chloe gave a little tug to his leash and he sped up again. When they reached the house, Chloe let him go inside the house and strip before she shut the door. As he looked outside, he could see people staring in the house and at his throbbing manhood. It wasn't a ten inch cock, but it was large enough to satisfy his wife, and that was the only thing he cared about anymore. Chloe popped a movie in the VCR and sat on the couch to relax and instructed Bill to sit in front of her on the floor. As he did so, she pushed play on the VCR and the screen lit up with pictures of their living room and bedroom. For a moment he was confused and then he realized that the entire day had been recorded. "This will remind you, of our first anniversary for a very long time. She climbed around him to stand in front of him and pointed to the side of the room where there was a small camera recording. "Now fuck me, and fuck me as hard as you can." Once she had said that, he thought he would explode right there. "Once I have cum, them you may cum. But not before." They lay on the living room floor for quite a while before either of them could move. She removed his cock ring and thanked him for a wonderful day. A day neither of them would ever forget. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction so please send me your ideas on how I can get better. Thank you. The Anniversary Amy walked through the door her eyes scanning the foyer, she new that Matt would have something special planned. He always did something spectacular on their anniversary, and this was their fifth year of marriage. Last year it had been a quick trip to New York, a candlelight dinner at a five star restaurant with the house violin player's softly strumming the song they had first danced to years ago. Then it had been a horse drawn carriage ride through central park. He had finished the evening by taking her out to dance and then bringing her back to the hotel and making long sweet slow love to her. Amy quickly came back from her thoughts of last year and looked around the house for some clue he may have left to this years celebration. She searched and searched and yet could find nothing. Finally she went to the answering machine and saw there were two messages. She pressed the play button and listened with rapt anticipation. "Ahh by now you have found no trace of what is to come tonight my princess," Matt's voice said from inside the little machine, "I will be arriving home shortly and you are to be ready to go when I arrive." He had paused and then went on, "I have already packed a bag for you and have it in my presence now, you will find nothing missing as I took the liberty of purchasing the only wardrobe you will be needing for the next few days." Amy felt her breath quicken, she loved his thoughtfulness but also when he took charge like this. "Oh, and one final thing," he added, "you are taking a weeks vacation starting tomorrow, it has already been arranged. I'll be home any minute so if you need to powder your nose do so right this instant." Amy ran to the bathroom as soon as the message ended and she "powdered" her nose. She then ran upstairs and doffed her slacks and blouse throwing them in the hamper. She reached inside her closet and pulled out the first skirt she could find. Matt hadn't instructed it but she knew he loved her in a skirt when they were going to travel, it allowed easy access to warm her up for later. She was feeling deliciously naughty by now and decided that she would go sans panties. She opened her dresser drawer and withdrew her sexiest red push up bra, she pulled it on and fastened the clasp, then she dug in the closet for a cute little top that would accentuate her nearly nonexistent chest. Amy immediately settled on the light blue one that was deep cut and with the help of her bra would make her look bigger in her chest area. Amy stood back looking in the mirror as she finished dressing and smoothing out the skirt. At 5'4" she was still considered petite, her breasts only a meager 30B were still high and perky at least she could be thankful for that. Her waist was slender and she wore a size 3 so she knew that she was just a tiny girl. Her hips though flared out in true womanly fashion and she had always thought her ass was her best attribute. Matt always commented and complimented her on her body but most often her sexy ass. She had a bubble butt that he loved to squeeze while making love to her. Amy was ready now and she ran downstairs just as the doorbell rang. She flung open the door and there stood a man dressed in a tux,"Good evening Mad'aam," he said pleasantly. "Your chariot awaits you, please follow me." He turned and waited as she flipped off the lights and locked the door and then ushered her to the stretch limo waiting on them. The man was plain in description with the exception of his tux and his mannerisms. He opened the rear door for her and allowed her to slip inside before he closed the door. Matt was sitting across from her wearing a big grin, "Hello my beautiful princess," he whispered into her ear as he leaned forward and then gave her a long passionate kiss. "Matt what are we going to do this time?"she asked futilely. He had never told her before what they were doing, he just always letting her find out as they did them. The car pulled away and Matt just shook his head, "Princess you know it's hopeless to ask me silly questions like that," he teased. Amy couldn't wait for him to put his hands on her warm flesh. It was still the same everyday, she would be soaked by the time he arrived home from work waiting on his first kiss, his soft touch, his loving embrace. Amy was giddy with excitement she was already wet and breathing hard, his soft boyish approach to everything always gave her a sense of playful torture. He would subtly bait her with hints of little surprises he had for her and then tell her exactly when he was going to give her the treat. Each and every single time it would make her feel like a kid waiting on for the first rays of sunlight on Christmas morning. This was still such a treat for her she would never be used to having money, she remembered a time they didn't have two nickels to rub together. Matt had been school and she had been working her way through college waiting tables. They had dated the whole time sure that they would get married once they were out of college and could support themselves. Matt had graduated from law school with an impressive 3.9 GPA, and he had taken a job with a big law firm just trying to learn the ropes and preparing to take the bar exam. They had a tiny wedding with only their parents and best man and brides maid present. She and Matt had rented a small one bedroom apartment and struggled that first year saving every last penny so they could buy a house as soon as possible. Then Matt had passed the bar and was given his first case. At the time neither had thought much of it, it was a simple case of malpractice against a gynecologist for abusing his privilege with a patient. Matt had said "It's pretty open and shut case sweetheart I don't foresee a big settlement." Well, as the case progressed more women came forward and it turned into the largest class action lawsuit of its kind. To make a long story short Matt had won the case and in turn the hospital and Dr. had been ordered to pay an exorbitant sum to the plaintiffs. Matt had received $2.5 million for his work. That had been an end to their financial woes, he had left the firm as soon as he could legally do so and started his practice with his new found luminary skills. He had clients beating down his door the day he opened and was constantly on a case. The nice thing was he had the ability now to step away when he could, he always scheduled at least one weekend a month for their nights out. He would take a week off here and there just to spend with Amy. They had set a ten year plan on having a child although Amy really wanted one now, she loved Matt and would wait until the time was right to reapproach the subject. The first thing Matt had done after winning the case was to buy her a building near his office and had it renovated so that she could open her own art gallery. That had been on their second anniversary. She loved Matt unconditionally and was having little flashbacks of their past together when he leaned forward in the seat,"penny for your thoughts beautiful." Amy smiled, "Oh, just thinking about how we got started and where we are now." Matt's boyish grin beamed back at her as he spoke softly, "I love you more today than I did the day we got married Amy." Just then the driver lowered the partition,"Sir, we are almost at our destination." Matt said thanks and then returned his attention to Amy, "Dear, I am going to blindfold you and lead you for a while, I don't want you to worry I won't let anything harm you." Amy loved the little games and she pushed forward on the seat and awaited the inevitable blindfold. She watched as Matt reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a long blue silk scarf, it matched her top exactly. "How did you know?" she inquired. "Well dear," he teased, "I know how much you love that shirt and how sexy it makes you feel so it was a reasonably easy guess." He reached behind her head and lowered the scarf over her eyes and tied it beneath her ponytail. Matt then tested it to make sure that it wouldn't slip away too much without pressure. The car came to a halt and the door was opened. Matt took her hands and helped her from the car. He then led her up a small set of stairs and thanked the driver as the man apparently dropped off the bags that Matt had brought. She hadn't been paying attention before Matt had put the blindfold on her so she had no clue where she was. Matt's strong hands guided her as he told her,"Ok princess there are ten steps I will tell you when you are done climbing them." He led her up the steps and then told her to assume walking normally once more. Amy could smell pine trees or the likeness of them all around and she wondered just how long they had driven. Ahhh but that was no concern to her she was with her loving husband celebrating their anniversary. Matt looked around the room, it had been set up perfectly to his every last instruction. Matt had rented a cabin 50 miles outside of town, out in the middle of nowhere. The only contact to the outside world was the cell phone in his bag. The little cabin had an emergency generator if it got too cold and would allow the heater to run, but Matt had no plans for this. There was a roaring fire and a little blanket laid out in front of the fire. On the blanket was a picnic basket and a bucket of ice, with a bottle of wine, Amy's favorite, inside. He had one of the local restaurant chef's come out and prepare dinner a bit earlier today, it was being kept warm in a container at the moment inside the basket. He had all of her favorite plates prepared in tiny portions. To top it off there was a trail of lilies leading from the blanket to the bedroom, on the bed she would find the present he had bought for her. A flawless, diamond of 2 carats, much bigger than the one he had bought for her six years ago. There was also a wedding invitation for four days from now, emblazoned with their names. Matt had told Amy he was working on a case the last few weeks while he had actually been finalizing the details to bringing all of their families together and they would be joining them in a few days time. There was a small alter built out in the field behind the cabin and he was going to marry his beautiful wife once again. He wanted her to have the big wedding she had always dreamed of. He took the blindfold off of Amy as he ran his tongue slowly down the pulsing vein in her neck. She smiled and tears formed in her eyes, "Oh Matty, you have done it again," she choked out. "No tears, sweetheart you'll ruin your meal." Matt held her hand and walked her over to the blanket and sat her down, as he did her skirt rose up exposing her milky white thighs. Matt bent forward and gently planted a kiss on each one and ran his hands up and down her legs, he inched his hands up her skirt and felt the little thatch of pubic hair as his fingers brushed her mound. "You naughty little princess, where are your panties?" he playfully asked. "I think they are still on the bedroom floor honey," she replied with a slight giggle. He pulled away from her long enough to open the basket and take out several of the containers. Matt opened each one with a slow methodical approach. He would start with her tenth favorite and work back to her first. So by the time they finished she would be ravenous for more. They talked and fed one another, and drank the wine enjoying each other's company. The whole time both longed to peel away their clothes and slip against one another in the passionate lovemaking they always enjoyed. As soon as the last tender morsel was devoured Matt stood up and held his hands out to Amy. "Come with me princess," he sweetly crooned,"I have one of your gifts prepared, he led her to the bedroom as she fought back the urge to cry as she stepped over the lily petals. Each petal brushed her foot like tiny butterfly wings, sending shivers through her body. Matt stopped at the bedroom door and had Amy close her eyes as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Thousands of soft rose petals adorned the bed. Pink, red, yellow, and white petals all made up one soft layer that would tickle each inch of her flesh very soon. Amy's pulse quickened when Matt pulled her skirt from her body as he set her down on the floor. She was breathless with anticipation, she had no idea what lay in store for her and she felt no need to rush it. Matt sat her on the bed and let her feel the rose petals encompass her tight little bubble butt. He knew that her pussy would be exposed to the soft caresses of the petals and would only further arouse her. "Wait, don't open your eyes yet princess," Matt instructed. He removed the ring case from the nightstand and knelt down on one knee,"Open them now honey." Tears sprung forth from Amy's eyes as she gazed at the ring in the little pink case, it was three, or four times the size of her ring now. "Oh, Matty, my love, it's beautiful," she managed to speak through her sobs. Matt then gave her his boyish grin and asked her the question,"Amy, would you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me again?" Amy was already pulling him up to her, "Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes honey I will marry you again." She kissed him fully letting her hands roam his muscular back as he cupped her chin in his hands. "Not yet, princess," he said as he pulled away,"We will make love all night long but first something has to be done about the tuft down there," he said pointing to the hair between her legs. Matt had been after Amy to shave the patch around her pubic area for months and she just felt strange doing it. It made her feel prepubescent and completely naked. However she felt that maybe she would shave it off now if it meant that much to him. Matt had other ideas though, he pulled her up off the bed and led her through the bay doors looking out over the fields behind the cabin. He lay her back in the lounge chair and told her to stay put. He ran in and got a bowl of warm water and a cup as well a nice big fluffy terrycloth towel and his razor and shaving cream. He had lotion in the bedroom but he would be using that later. He came back to her and flipped on the little back porch light, he knelt down between her legs on the chair and applied generous amounts of warm water getting the area wet and more receptive to what was about to happen. "Matt, what are you doing," Amy gasped. Matt slowly replied, "Why I am going to shave you princess, I want to see this pretty little area of yours naked as the day you were born." He lathered up his hands and smoothed the cream all over the hair of her pubic area slowly. "Princess, I want this area void of hair so that while I am between your thighs with my tongue tonight I wont have to stop to do hair removal of a different sort," he chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way Matty, I guess we can try it," she retorted. Amy watched as he slowly brought the razor up from the bowl of water and ran it over a patch of her pubes, he was gradually removing the hair strip by strip. It took him ten minutes on the top of her mound to remove all of the pubic hair. Then he did something that sent tingles deep inside her rampaging up through her loins, he had taken one of her puffy outer lips and held it as he shaved it slowly downward. Matt repeated this on the other side and by the time he was finally patting her dry she was hovering on the edge of orgasm. As Matt rinsed her off he leaned forward and started to pat her dry only to lap at each new dry spot with his long tongue. As he reached her sex lips he dropped the towel and attacked her very core. His tongue caught the tip of her clit and held it as he hummed softly while doing this. Amy arched her back crying out, "Yes! Matty, lick your princess's bald sweet spot, ughhh! Matty , I ummmm ammm so clossse to cummminggg." Her hand reached for his head and pulled his hair hard towards her thrusting hips as she rode his tongue against her clit to orgasm. "MMM OOO," she shrieked, as her legs quivered beneath his hands, this was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt. Matt stopped just teasing her clit as her legs started to shake and reached down slipping two fingers in her well lubed pussy, he centered his thumb on her clit and curled his fingers inside her rubbing the spongy surface just inside her wet sex on the inner wall. Amy was crying and squealing the whole time and he knew she was in a euphoric state of bliss right now. His tongue played around his thumb against her clit nudging her up and beyond the level she already was plateauing on. "Matty please stop," she pleaded as she pushed his head from her naked pussy,"I can't take anymore, please stop oh goddd pl please st st stop." He pulled away with some reluctance truly loving the taste of his sweet wife's honey flavored pussy. He pulled her up from the chair and led her to the bedroom. She took over now, ripping his shirt open buttons popping and flying across the room, she could hear them rolling across the wooden floors and could care less right now. She had an overwhelming need to taste his skin, lick his nipples, to savor the cum she was going to nurse from his turgid cock. Amy pulled his belt open and open his pants and yanked them down. As he held her shoulders she tugged his silky boxers down and tossed them aside with the pants as he stepped out of them. Amy then being the famished tigress she was at that moment pushed his back to the wall and kissed his neck sucking on it and then switching to his earlobe. She whispered in a sultry voice, "I am going to go down on you and not come up until you have fed me your cum Matthew." He shivered as she pulled away, it was rare for her to be this out of control with her lust but on its rare occasions he let her go with whatever she instructed or wished to do to him. She teased his nipples which were very sensitive as her hand surrounded his thick shaft. He wasn't hung like a horse but she had always loved his thick 7 and 1/2 inches. It filled her tiny little body up more than completely. Amy sucked and nibbled at his nipples as she stroked him. She felt a bit of precum leak from his cock and she rubbed it around the head before bringing her fingers to her mouth. Shelooked deep into his eyes then slid her fingers in and out of her mouth, giving him a preview of what her mouth would soon be doing on his cock. She then dropped down to her knees and held his shaft up against his stomach, her lips drew his balls into her mouth, as her tongue lifted them up and teased each one as she sucked harder on the sensitive globes that held his precious juices. Amy felt a trickle of her juices and Matt's saliva roll down her thigh as she pulled away from his balls and looked up into his eyes and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. Her lips formed a perfect O and she dropped her mouth down over his shaft and sucked hungrily as she worked the exposed portion of his shaft with her dainty little hands. Amy kept looking up at him every few seconds alternating between having the shaft in her mouth to just the head and then licking once more. She had never been able to deepthroat him but she had a surprise of her own for her husband tonight. She had been practicing on one of her toys at home for this year's anniversary. Amy's hands reached around and grabbed Matt's muscular ass and pulled his hips to her as she dropped her mouth as far down as it would go. When she could go no further without gagging she pulled up just a bit and kept her tongue running along the sides of his shaft inside her inviting mouth. Then she relaxed her throat muscles and went down to the base, she did gag once more but she didn't pull away this time she held her ground. "Holy fucking shit Amy, how!" he stammered. That was all he got out as she bobbed ferociously up and down on his thick cock. The Anniversary Amy was going from tip to base and back with lightning speed and passion. She was enjoying giving this blowjob because he hadn't expected it in return and if the truth be known she loved to have her husband's cock in her body no matter which orifice it was in. He thrust over and over holding onto her head now. He was well past the point of no return. "Here I CUM," he moaned struggling to catch his breath. Amy just drove her head down faster and faster sucking wantonly on his thickening shaft. Craving his cum with a need she had never known before. She sucked and swallowed and milked the head of his cock with her throat muscles. Finally she reached up and rolled his balls in her hand and felt them tighten. Instantly her efforts were rewarded as she swallowed down the first few shots without tasting them. The next few she pulled back for and jacked him off in her mouth with her hand stroking his shaft. Finally he pushed her off and without a word threw her on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head. He had many times practiced getting off her bra since they had been together but in this moment of lust he couldn't get the damn thing loose. "Babygirl," he laughed, "Undo this fucking bra right now." They both laughed as she sat up and undid the clasp and then lay back spreading her legs inviting him to come inside her wet center. Matt raised himself over her and let his cock brush against her now naked pussy. His cock had gone soft slightly after the blowjob and that damn clasp incident but he was rapidly rising again at the thought of sliding deep inside his wife. He played with her lips with his fingers feeling the smooth texture as he dipped them in her mouth and she sucked on them like she had just been doing to his cock. Matt realized he hadn't touched her breasts yet and set out to rectify that immediately. He lowered his head and captured the hard nipple of her right breast between his lips and suckled it, running his tongue over the hard nub of flesh. Amy cooed and writhed and reached between them drawing his shaft to her wet lips below. She guided the head inside her and pushed down towards him catching him between her pussy lips. "Matty fuck me pleaseee," she begged. He thrust softly at first and then let lust take over. Within the first few pumps he was ramming his cock inside her, "Shit," she exclaimed, "what about a condom Matty, I am due any day." Matt ignored her and rammed harder cupping her ass in his hands and thrusting deep inside her. His mouth locked around her left nipple now as he sucked and nibbled and returned her earlier tease. Matt finally broke away from her perky breasts and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Her tiny frame doubled over and he buried the length of his penis inside her stroking her deep. Matt grabbed her hand and pulled it down to where there bodies were joined and looked into her eyes pleading with his charming smile. He loved when she pulled her lips open and stroked her clit and his cock at the same time with her fingers. She had always been a little shy about it but usually gave in. It was just like masturbating except with the hint of him being a voyeur and a big meaty live cock thrusting inside her instead of a plastic vibrator. Matt ravished her thrusting over and over she felt her orgasm impending and cried out, "Cum, cum with me Matty." Amy didn't think about the repercussions of her words and wouldn't until a few weeks later when the doctor called her at home and told her the tests came back and were positive. What she didn't know is Matt had planned that all along he had wanted a child for some time and had just been wondering when to bring up the conversation again. His newlywed wife once again greeted him at the door as he came home. "Matty, we need to talk." He stopped her there with a finger to her lips, "Princess, you are going to give birth in let's see about eight months or so correct?" She laughed, "Yes, honey are you happy." "More than you will ever know sweetheart, more than you'll ever know." The Anniversary For several weeks now she had been getting a vaguely uneasy feeling about their upcoming anniversary. She knew that he would make a concerted effort to surprise her with something unusual which showed just how much he thought of her, knew too that she should be making an equal effort for his gift, but could only come up with the same predictable ideas. He really was the most difficult man to buy presents for, between them they earned little money to buy anything he truly wanted and she felt she really should make an effort for it to be personal. It had made her realise that after a year of marriage she didn’t really know what he liked, other than football and the odd drink of course. Sex too, naturally, but she could hardly arrange for a harem of women to turn up at their anniversary for his delight. Quite apart from anything else, he would probably faint at the very thought, he’d never been quite as adventurous as her in that department. A friend, after listening to her concerns had announced that she should surf the internet for ideas since it was possible to buy anything online and she would no doubt find the perfect gift which had eluded her up to now. Unfortunately although this had sounded like an excellent idea at the time, she found when sitting in front of the pc at home it was rather more difficult than she had anticipated. In desperation she began typing odd words into the browser on the screen, anything she could think of that he was interested in. After nearly an hour of this she began to give up hope and decided instead to go into one of the chat rooms, not something she usually did but it could be entertaining in a voyeuristic kind of way, all those strangers flirting with each other could be very funny. She had only been wandering in the chat rooms for ten minutes or so when someone pasted a link into the chat telling people to look at their homepage, since she was beginning to tire of the endless hellos and goodbyes almost without thinking she clicked on the link and watched the page download in front of her. It turned out to be a site offering fantasies for sale! With a smirk of disbelief she began to read wondering who on earth had to pay for someone to dream up a fantasy for them, she had hundreds drifting around in her head all the time. As she read though her disbelief gave way to increasing hope, they weren’t offering a service of fantasy creation at all, but a story written about your own personal fantasy to be used as a gift. She sat back in the chair, staring blankly at the screen, would this be the perfect anniversary present for him? Hmm what if she did what the site suggested, gave them the information about one of her fantasies then presented it to him on their anniversary, it would certainly be unusual and would definitely be personal. The more she thought it over the more interested in the whole idea she became. She could give it to him at breakfast and tell him not to read it until he was on the train going to work and that if he liked the idea they could do it for real when he came home. Her interest grew still further as she considered the possibility of suggesting something they had never tried sexually before. Nothing too way out of course of he may not agree to it, but just something different from the usual ten minutes of foreplay followed by the pleasant but all too familiar missionary position. She would need to think this one through in detail. Later that evening when he still had not returned from a meeting which had been delayed, she sat at the pc and with her heart racing began to complete the questionnaire on the web site. She had spent all afternoon going about her usual jobs with her mind whirling with some of the most outlandish fantasies she could think of; eventually settling on the one which she thought would be perfect. Not extreme so that he wouldn’t be too shy to try it, just something out of the ordinary for them. After she had filled in all the details and chosen some ‘props’, she turned off the pc and went to run a bath, wondering if Liveyourfantasy would actually be able to deliver what she was hoping for. The following week it arrived through the post. An insignificant looking parcel in brown paper which when opened revealed not only the story but the other items she had requested, candles, silk scarves and massage oils. She took the presentation folder containing the story over to the window seat and sat down to read. When she had finished, she stood up with a satisfied grin on her face and began to make her plans. On the morning of their anniversary she awoke to bright sunlight streaming in through the curtains. After showering and dressing she went downstairs for the breakfast that she knew he would have prepared for her and laid the slim folder wrapped in dark red paper on his plate before going over to kiss him. When he sat down and looked at the gift she shook her head and explained to him that he was to open it on the train and follow her instructions, he shrugged with a grin and put it into his briefcase without another word. Later as she watched him walk up the road towards the station she began to have her first real doubts about the whole scheme. What if he thought she was being unadventurous in the fantasy? She had purposefully not requested anything too outlandish since he was so restrained about sex, but what if that was all a front and his fantasies were even more debauched than her usual ones? What if he read it and just laughed at her? God the possibilities were endless, nothing to do now though but to attend to final preparations and wait for his reaction. Once he was settled on the train in his usual seat, had nodded hello to familiar faces and was comfortable, he reached down to his briefcase and took out his wife’s present. When he removed the paper and read her note he was shocked, pleasantly but shocked nonetheless, if he had thought about it at all he had been expecting a nice meal which was the usual type of thing she did for him. As he read her untidy writing though his interest grew, the note was short and to the point just saying that if he liked what he read, they would ‘live her fantasy’ when he returned home that night. Intrigued he turned to the sheets of glossy paper in his hand. Halfway down the first page he paused and looked around him at the disinterested faces on his fellow passengers. He couldn’t believe what he was reading, to his knowledge his wife had never initiated sex before and it appeared that her fantasy was to do just that. She was planning to take him to their favourite pub on the sea front for a meal and had described in detail what she would be wearing. A long black skirt of hers which was a favourite, it looked demure until you realised it had a deep narrow slash up the side so that when she walked he could see glimpses of her skin up to mid-thigh. Low black suede kitten heels, also a favourite, with bare legs, her skin smooth and pale. And a blouse she had just bought, knowing instinctively he would love it, which he did, cream with a tiny dark pink pattern, thin almost to the point of transparent, long sleeves slashed to the elbow and floating loose and a deep v at the neck which revealed just a hint of her breasts. Feminine. She had planned their meal in detail too, ordering in advance precisely what she knew he would want to eat, steak, chips, onion rings, sweet-corn, peas and mushrooms, their drinks waiting for them on arrival, ice cold Becks for him, Southern Comfort on ice for her. During the meal they talked about his day at work and their upcoming holiday, side by side not facing one another because she always felt that was more intimate, her head turned to him, all her attention focused on him. He was aware of her body as she moved slightly in her seat, the fabric of her blouse clinging to her body, her shoulders visible as she brushed her hair to one side. Their knees were touching under the table and her ankle was wrapped around his, the warmth of her bare flesh constant throughout. After they finished their meal, she relaxed and turned sideways and put her feet on the edge of his chair as she always did, her dark eyes watching him as his gaze fell to the smooth glimpse of thigh which was revealed under her skirt. She liked to watch him watching her, liked to sense the changes in his expression and thoughts. In terms of an ego boost it was phenomenal, feeling that every inch of her body and mind was focused entirely on him. After the meal they left and walked slowly along the promenade hand in hand, the breeze ruffling her long hair and making her nipples hard beneath her top. He put his arm around her shoulders, feeling hers snake around his waist as she leant into him. When they arrived home she led him straight upstairs. After going to the bathroom he went into their bedroom, saw the fire in the tiny Victorian grate burning well throwing dancing shadows across the walls. Dozens of deep red candles were lit around the room, it took him a minute to realise that they must be what he could smell, their crisp, fresh scent filling the air. As he turned to her, his wife began to remove her blouse slowly, her eyes on his, as dark as night but sparking with desire. When her skirt dropped to the floor and she stood before him, his breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a cream silk basque, boned to accentuate her figure, and matching French knickers, probably his favourite combination of underwear on her body, the pale colour lighting up her skin, the thin fabric slipping across her curves. She moved closer to kiss him, wrapping her arms gently around his shoulders, her hands on the back of his head, fingers entwined in his short hair. Very slowly she guided him to the bed and followed him onto the sheets, her body never losing contact with his, her lips and tongue caressing his slowly but insistently. His hands moved down her back feeling her heat rising to his hands, her arse moving into his touch. From the side of the bed she produced a handful of dark red silk, separated one of the scarves and smiling at him with a raised eyebrow lifted his left hand to the top of the bed, tying him firmly to the gothic wrought iron headboard. His heart stopped momentarily as she then reached for his other wrist and tied that to the opposite side. Never, in their year of marriage had she even initiated sex, never mind to tie him up. What was she thinking? He really hoped this wasn’t some elaborate game and she was going to tie him up and then leave him here. She moved closer to him again and kissed him so sensuously that he decided he didn’t care; he would lie back and enjoy what she had planned. Her hands moved down his shirt unbuttoning it and pushing it back so her lips could kiss their way down to his navel, her hair brushing against his chest as she slid down further to undo the button on his trousers. He could feel her nipples erect underneath the silk of her basque as his trousers were slipped over his feet to the floor, her hands stroking his thighs, her tongue licking gently across the base of his cock and around to his balls. She straightened up and moved to sit across his stomach, watching him as she reached across for another scarf; she smiled gently as she leant forwards to tie this one around his head, covering his eyes under the deep red silk which smelt vaguely of her. He couldn’t see a thing. He felt her move slightly again and heard her rubbing her palms together slowly then felt them begin to stroke oils over his chest and shoulders. He sensed her above him as her body shifted slightly with her touch, feeling her weight rocking back and forth against his pelvis slowly and deliberately. Her hands smoothed down across his arms then back to his shoulders, pausing to rub either side of his neck with a firmer pressure. The sense of not knowing where her hands would move next and not being able to see her expression, rather than making him more nervous began to relax him. It was liberating not being in charge for a change, was exciting not knowing what she was intending to do, was electrifying only being aware of the things he could sense. The crisp smell of the oils mixed with the musky depths of her perfume on her skin, the constant movement on his body of her hands and the sensation of the silk covering her arse, he could hear her breathing faintly over the crackle and hiss of the fire, faster than normal he thought but still quiet and soft in rhythm with his. He began to lose all track of time as she worked down his body slowly, alternating between soft butterfly touches and firm gentle pressure on his muscles. He had no idea how long they had been here, no idea how long he had been tied up for, every inch of his skin was in tune with hers, his muscles felt relaxed yet his senses were heightened like never before, his blood was racing, his heart beating hard in his chest, his breathing deep. All he could hear was her, all he could smell was her, all he could feel was her, she was around him like the air and he was loving every moment. He sensed a change in her movements almost before she had stretched up to release first one wrist then the other. She brought both hands down to her and began to massage the feeling back into them, her soft palms against his. Then she moved to untie the blindfold around his eyes and he blinked in the dim light of the room, he saw the fire had burnt down to the embers and several of the candles had guttered and died. His gaze coming up to rest on her, his hands moving across her thighs to the zip on her basque. He felt like he was in a dream as he slowly removed it, his fingers stroking the smooth creamy skin of her breasts, his thumbs on her nipples. She looked deep into his eyes and smiled broadly and that was enough. The build up of the last – how many hours? – came flooding out and he pulled her to him firmly, her breasts squashing against his chest, her legs sliding down alongside his, her hands caressing his arms and down to his arse. Her breathing quickened immediately and he realised how turned on she was and how much she must have been controlling it whilst massaging him, eager to prolong his pleasure, reigning in hers. His lips found hers and he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth, drinking in the taste of her, his hands covering her body with a firm insistent touch, now he could actually see her and touch her without restraint he didn’t know how long he would be able to control himself. He realised that he was rock hard, his cock pushing into the silk covering her stomach, already beginning to leak slightly. His fingers slipped underneath the lace edge of her French knickers and he found she was more wet than he ever remembered before, when he gently pushed two fingers inside her he felt her shiver on top of him and heard her moan inside his kiss. He couldn’t resist any longer, he couldn’t hold back and lifted her up bodily to position her over his cock which slid past the loose silk of her underwear and into her in one smooth motion. She gasped, her breath stopping for a moment then returning faster still, he moved his hips upwards to thrust deeper inside her, she leant back and moved to meet him, her nipples shaking as she increased her movements, her hair over her shoulders and across her face, her hands under his arse encouraging him to move faster and deeper. Sweat dripped slowly and deliberately down between her breasts in contrast to the speed of their bodies. His fingers were on her nipples, harder and more insistent now, teasing their hard surface, pinching them gently. Then as her moans increased in volume and her breathing deepened even more, he realised they were both about to come. He pushed her hair away from her face so he could watch as she lost control, threw her head back and held her breath like she always did at the point of orgasm. As soon as he saw her whole body stiffen and force itself down onto him, he came noisily and hard, shooting his cum deep into her, seemingly forever. Suddenly he was jerked back to reality with the realisation that the train had stopped and people around him were alighting, he hastily pushed the pages of his wife’s fantasy back into his briefcase and stood up, his heart pounding, blood racing as he reached for his mobile to tell her he would be home early. The Anniversary It was a sunny afternoon. she had been lying in the sun, drinking in the warmth. He loved to watch her as He worked with His roses. Every once in a while He looked over at His pet, so proud of her, lying there in only a thong, her body glistening in the sun. Occasionally, she would take the spray bottle and sprits herself, sending a cool shiver over her body, making her luscious nipples firm up. A body that just didn't seem to end - curvaceous, toned muscles, small rounded ass and tits that just begged to be teased, massaged and groped. Her skin glistened in the sun with a wonderful healthy glow. He had the hardest time trying to keep His hands off her and focus on other things. Her long thick hair twisted up off her shoulders, the sun making the red that much brighter. And she definitely had proven she was a true redhead with her fiery attitude. she was a little vixen and He loved taming her. He stopped His work and moved over to her, pausing to fish an ice cube out of the pitcher of water. He held it above her, letting it drip down on her body. Ice cold-water dripping on each nipple, on her chest between her breasts. Watching her squirm, He smiled that wicked smile. He loved to watch her squirm whether it was from cool water or the paddle. "Ok pet, time for you to go get ready. You wouldn't want to be late would you?" Opening her eyes, shading them from the sun, she smiled up at him, "No way, unless it proves to be more fun." With a wink and a giggle, she jumped up. Wrapping her arms around His neck, she kissed Him on the lips and then moved away. He reached out, took hold of her arm and pulled her back to Him. "Ah pet, you're not getting away that easily," He said while smiling at her. She stood in front of Him. Looking up into His beautiful brown eyes she smiled and said, "Master wishes to check His girl's tan?" Winking at His girl, she took a step back, turned around and began sliding her thong down. He liked to watch the progress of her tan, using the pretense of making sure she didn't burn. Slowly, bending forward, pulling the little piece of cloth all the way to the ground, she held her position while resting her hands on the ground for balance. She felt His hand slide over her ass, caressing, loving. He leaned down, gave a kiss to the right cheek and followed the kiss with a sharp slap of His hand. Again, a kiss to the left cheek followed by another sound slap. Standing back, he smiled, seeing matching handprints on His ass. She stood up straight, turned to face Him, kissed Him on the lips. "Thank you Master, i love you too," she giggled. she walked into the house to prepare for their special evening out and He continued with the roses. It was to be an evening that she would never forget; those were His words. He had also said, that it was something that she had written about, fantasized about. Two hours passed and He was waiting in the living room. Checking His watch He called to her, "Pet, we are going to be late. You know how I dislike to be late." The last time she was late, she had to kneel in the corner with plastic pins, for the length of time that she was late. Not a long punishment really, but with plastic pins strategically placed on her tits and pussy for 10 minutes, it seemed like an eternity. At that moment she came out of the room dressed to kill. she was wearing her black leather mini skirt with the slit on the side. He loved this skirt - it showed off her long, sexy legs. The skirt was nice and tight over her lusciously spankable ass, and, oh, did He want to spank it now. A white sleeveless silk blouse, her shoulders begging to be nibbled, black stockings with garter and black stiletto heels making her legs look even longer and sexier. She stood in front of Him, grinning from ear to ear. she stood motionless, back straight, shoulders back, head up, waiting for His approval. He checked her out, proud as was usual - it was rare that she disappointed Him. He could see she wasn't wearing a bra, as expected. Her nipples were hard and could easily be seen through the sheer material. He walked around her slowly and she stood there, motionless, arms at her sides, looking straight ahead. As He walked around and came back to face her He slipped one hand under her skirt. Sliding one finger up the inside of her thigh to her soft, bare pussy, a smile crept to His face. His finger slipped between her lips, warm, wet, He wiggled it and retreated. He leaned into her, brushing His lips on hers, His hand grabbing her collar from the table behind her. He brushed a finger along her long, sleek neck. He placed the collar around her neck and fastened it. Stepping back and looking her over once more, He was extremely pleased with her beauty - proud to have her on His arm. Again he took a step forward so close that she could smell His cologne. she took a deep breath, completely lost in His scent. She could feel the warmth of His body, so close and yet so far. He placed a finger under her chin, tilted her head up, and looked deep into her eyes, a smile on each of their lips. The chemistry between the two proved to anyone watching how well matched they were. His lips brushed against hers, teasing her with his mouth, again brushing hers, lingering a moment, again deeper with more pressure, finally kissing her deeply, holding her tight in His strong arms. He took her hand in His and led her to the door. They were off. she, still not knowing where they were going, who would be there, what they were doing. Every time she would question Him about this evening, He would continue to talk as if He hadn't heard her. He had kept all the details of this evening quiet. He truly wanted to surprise her. This was their anniversary - and she was so excited. He could see it in her eyes and in her movements. He couldn't help but chuckle at her excitement and her curiosity -- just like a little girl. She loved the excitement and the mystery, and He liked surprising her, making her feel special. After driving for half an hour, He pulled a blindfold out of His pocket and held it out to her. She understood. Taking it from Him, she placed it over her eyes, careful not to mess her makeup or her hair. She leaned in towards Him and He kissed her on the cheek. Then He took her hand in His and they continued the ride. her excitement grew even higher. Not long after her eyes were covered, the car slowed and came to a stop. she sat patiently as He got out and walked around the car to her side. He opened her door, took her hand, and assisted her in getting out of the car. She followed, heart beating frantically, but trusting in Him completely, without any reservation. He stopped her and put the leash on before they entered the doorway. her heart raced a bit more with the excitement. Now she could hear music and voices, but still no idea came to mind as to where they were. It didn't matter really, she knew whatever He had planned was going to happen. He always planned well, taking excellent care of His girl. The excitement was quite evident - even between her legs, as she felt herself growing more and more wet. He led her in, holding her tightly by the arm, guiding her to the middle of the room where there was a single stool - a small round stool, high enough so that her feet could just barely touch the ground. He guided her to sit down on the stool, and she quickly became aware of the voices around her. She listened intently to see if she could recognise anyone in particular, but the voices were too low to discern one voice from another. Everyone greeted Him, calling Him by name. They are friends of His. Her mind continued to race, trying to put everything together. Could it be a bar, someone's home? Still she really had no idea, and she enjoyed the mystery of it all. Leaving the leash in place, He moved away, assuring her that she would be safe. She wasn't worried, as she trusts Him with her life. He would never do anything to harm her. Sitting alone, her heart racing, hands shaking. she nervously crosses her legs. People walk by, brushing against her. They move as though it is not an odd thing, this woman sitting there blindfolded and collared in the middle of the room. One touches her shoulder; another leans in and kisses her cheek. Startled by the kiss, she jumps, showing how nervous she is. She tries to relax, taking a deep breath. All the while He is sitting back in His own lounge chair watching her - her grace, her beauty. Another kiss. A fingertip brushes her thigh. She can sense Him moving closer again, His scent giving Him away. She smiled knowingly as He approached. A deep chuckle and he says, "pet I can never sneak up on you." He brushes her lips with His finger, her lips parting slightly. He places a glass to her lips and tilts the glass as she sips. Smiling she giggles, "Master you always know what this one is in the mood to drink. Yummy, it's a black russian tonight." Another sip and His hand moves to her crossed legs and pushes them apart. As He spreads them he pushes her skirt up and spreads her legs even more. She can feel the cool air on her bare pussy. she knows, the heat rising in her face, as she feels her own blush, that she is exposed for others to see - others that she does not know. He kisses her on the lips and whispers "Enjoy my pet." Giving her one last, long drink she finishes the glass. He moves away again. Sitting across from her, watching His pussy, knowing how she wishes to close her legs but she will not. He knows her well, better than she knows herself. He is so proud of her, sitting in the middle of a room of strangers, sitting so straight, confident, yet shy and, in a way, very innocent, trusting of her Master. He knows how and when to push her limits, and enjoys the responsibility. She sits, thinking, listening, wondering where they are, where has He taken her. She hears music, reggae, and she can't help but start to sway to the beat; the effects of the alcohol making her relax. Still sitting up straight, head up, keeping her legs spread imagining all those that must be looking at her pussy. A woman's voice comes close, the woman smells so sweet, and whispers in her ear "beautiful pussy girl, I want to eat it, taste that wonderful juice of yours" and then a finger slides up between her pussy lips spreading them, lingering over her clit. It probes her, stirring, her juices flowing more freely. As quickly as they were inserted they just as quickly retreat. She feels the woman backing away and disappears into the sea of voices. Next she hears a man's voice. "girl, slide forward on that stool," commanding her in a strong and calm tone. Obediently, as she was trained, she moves forward feeling this man down between her legs. A brush of whiskers on her soft skin makes her jump. Then a smile as she feels a tongue flick back and forth, sliding between her lips, sucking her clit into his mouth. Nibbling, pulling on it, rolling it around between his teeth, her head rolls back as a moan escapes her lips. Legs quivering, she slides forward even more. He continues to play bringing her to the edge of orgasm and, again, like the woman, He stops. He rises and fades into the voices as the woman did. Frustration building, she can feel she is soaked, her juices forming a puddle on the stool beneath her. Master comes close again, not saying a word. she just senses His presence near. She waits then feels Him move in behind her. He takes her long strands of hair in His hands and pulls it to the back. His arms reach around her, she loving the warmth of His body so close as she leans up against Him. He unbuttons her blouse, not just one button, but all of them, and then pulls it open to expose her breasts. She tilts her head to one side feeling the warmth of His breath in her neck and the softness of his lips as they brush against her ear, sending electrical currents through her body. Kissing her ear, trailing His lips down her neck, her nipples grow hard with continued flutters of excitement flooding her senses. He grazes His fingers along her breasts, flicking her nipples. Then she feels another presence between her legs. He whispers "Happy Anniversary pet." she smiles, and at the same moment, she feels the cold of the clamps against her nipples. Another kiss on the cheek as the clamps bite into the flesh of her nipples - a gasp escapes her lips. He cups her breasts and she moans to His light touch. Loving His touch and wanting more, she whimpers lowly as He fades and is replaced by someone else. Someone's long hair that falls on her shoulders as the one between her legs begins to suck at her clit, sliding a finger into her warm, wet recesses. Her head rolls back to meet a pair of soft lips, kissing her, lost in the moment as she returns the kiss. Hands stroke her hair, other hands caress her breasts, tugging at the chain that holds the clamps, and they make her gasp again. Her senses running wild, she feels many hands touching her all over: legs, arms, neck, hair, breasts, touching and probing her, exploring every part of her. The music gets louder and she is lost in all the excitement. Enjoying, relishing, drinking it all in, her mind is lost - not caring where she is or who is there. They continue, bring her to the edge, holding her there as she begs to climax. The hands spread her legs even more and pull her closer to the edge. she rocks her hips, and rides on the fingers that are fucking her. One by one, they move away. The room grows quiet as someone takes hold of the leash and gently pulls her down off of the stool to her hands and knees. In contrast to the loud music of before, it is now completely silent. No one speaks: no whispering, no music, nothing. She hears an ice cube crack, a sigh, finally someone does whisper. She is paraded around the room being led, as they circle the room. Almost as though she were being put on display. she feels the heat rising in her face, and she's sure that she must be several shades of red. These people have very obviously seen her in all her glory, have touched her and watched her in a very intimate way. Yet, she is still blushing as she is paraded and is watched. Finally she is led to Him, to her Master as she can easily recognises His cologne. She smiles as she feels she is on familiar ground. She can feel a change in the control of her leash. It is Master that has her now, pulling her closer. she feels a tap on her ass with the crop to encourage her to move quicker. She continues, eagerly to move closer to Him knowing that whatever it is, will make Him happy, and will be exciting for her as well. He leads her to His hard cock. "Open wide pet, I have something for you." Hungrily she takes it into her mouth and works it in further using her tongue. Using only her mouth, she does what she knows He loves. Sucking, licking, she swallows His cock, sliding down further she relaxes and let's it slide down her throat. Moving up and down she can taste His sweet first drops of juice. Swirling her tongue around the head, then fluttering it just below, she hears Him moan with pleasure. Pleased with herself she slides down His cock again until she could feel her nose nuzzle in His hair. Letting His cock slide out of her mouth long enough to say "thank you Master, Happy Anniversary" and continues to suck on His cock. Taking her time, making sure that she doesn't rush His enjoyment. Lovingly kissing His cock, she kisses all the way down one side of His cock, all the way down to His balls. Giving them just as much attention, she kisses, licks and sucks them until she can hear Him moan. Moving her head back up to His cock she lets her teeth gently slide along His hard shaft. Suddenly she takes Him all in one motion, down to the base, and up again. she knows how he loves to feel His cock hit the back of her throat. Gagging somewhat, she was proud that she was getting much better at deep throating Him. she continues faster and faster until she could feel Him ready to cum. At that moment, He stops her and pushes her back. Someone took hold of her leash and turned her around, gently pushed her upper body towards the floor. Ass in the air, shoulders resting on a pile of soft pillows, He slides His cock into her soaking wet pussy. He slams His cock in and out and reaches around her to rub her clit. she can take no more and loudly begs to come, pleading for His permission. Three long, deep strokes later, and He is ready to feel her pulse around Him. "Yes pet, cum for Me. Cum now!" They both explode in orgasm - their moans and cries echoing through the room as the music begins again. The festivities resume in the room as He slides His cock out of her dripping pussy and rises. Taking her hand, He pulls her into His lap and they sit together in His chair. Holding her close, He removes her blindfold, the nipple clamps and hugs her tight. He whispers in her ear "Love you pet," and she smiles. Looking up into His eyes she replies "Love You Master." They sit back, sip their drinks, and watch the festivities.