0 comments/ 17711 views/ 0 favorites Taking Control Ch. 01 By: insideviewer2002 Los tímidos rayos de un sol de primavera se filtraban a través de la ventana de la cocina y bañaban la mesa de madera sobre la que descansaba mi café. Llevaba cuatro meses viviendo solo en aquella casa y todo en ella me seguía pareciendo impersonal. Mi empresa me había ofrecido mucho dinero y un puesto directivo en España si accedía a pasar un año en una de sus filiales mexicanas. Era mi gran oportunidad y mi esposa, Sandra, me había animado a aceptar. Por supuesto ella no se vendría conmigo, su vida en Madrid era muy cómoda y no tenía ninguna intención de que eso cambiara. Sandra y yo nos habíamos conocido en la Facultad. Ella y sus amigas se relacionaban con mi grupo de amigos. Sandra era una joven atractiva, esbelta, con una bonita melena negra, ojos grandes, labios gruesos, un busto abundante y un culito prieto y respingón. Su bonita apariencia era ensombrecida por una forma de ser altiva y prepotente, que sin embargo contribuía a acrecentar su morbo. Sandra era ambiciosa, sabía lo que quería y supongo que en algún momento yo entré en sus planes. El caso es que nos hicimos novios al final de la carrera y nos casamos poco después. Sandra no había consentido en tener relaciones sexuales antes del matrimonio, pero después no fue mucho mejor. Me confesó que siendo su padre militar, su educación había sido muy estricta y conservadora y que no esperaba que el sexo jugase un papel importante dentro de nuestra relación. Yo sabía que era muy puritana, pero había pensado que tras el matrimonio estaría más tentada a disfrutar del sexo. Me equivoqué. La primera vez que hicimos el amor fue en nuestra luna de miel. Sandra no hacía más que quejarse de que mi pene era muy grande y le estaba haciendo daño. Tuve que sacárselo y ahí quedó todo. Después de ese episodio las cosas mejoraron un poco aunque Sandra seguía insistiendo en hacerlo con la luz apagada y tomaba una actitud totalmente pasiva. Fue cuando decidimos tener un hijo cuando Sandra puso más interés en el sexo, pero pasaban los meses y no se quedaba embarazada. Acudimos a un especialista y nos hicimos infinitas pruebas que determinaron que Sandra era estéril. Eso hizo que mi mujer perdiese el poco interés que tenía por el sexo y se refugiase en lo que más le interesaba, el trabajo y su ajetreada vida social. Yo también me volqué en el trabajo y pronto llegó esta oportunidad en México. Sandra se puso muy contenta, sus papás también y yo me sentí como si lo único que les interesara de mi era que me convirtiese en un próspero hombre de negocios. Abandoné estos pensamientos, y sorbí el resto del café. Era hora de ir al trabajo. Dejé la taza sucia en el fregadero y cogiendo mi maletín, me dirigí hacia el garaje. Alli me esperaba la minivan negra que había comprado nada más llegar a México. Me subí a ella, arranqué y suavemente me incorporé a la tranquila calle de la urbanización. Diez minutos después avanzaba lentamente entre el intenso tráfico de la zona financiera de la ciudad. Mi empresa ocupaba cinco plantas de un edificio de oficinas. La matriz española había creado esta filial para operar en el mercado méxicano y yo me encargaba ahora de la dirección de una de las secciones. Tenía a mi cargo un equipo de cinco personas compuesto por Isabel, que era la subdirectora y por cuatro ejecutivos: Jorge, Sara, Mónica y Raquel. Además estaban Susana y Lydia, que eran las secretarias de dirección y subdirección. Isabel era quien trabajaba más en contacto conmigo y a la vez era con quien mejor relación tenia. Era una mujer atractiva, alta, con el pelo negro azabache y los ojos oscuros. Tenía 32 años y estaba casada y sin hijos. Creo que ambos nos caímos bien desde el principio e Isabel me había ayudado mucho a integrarme con el resto del equipo. A los demás los veía menos, a excepción por supuesto de Susana, mi secretaria. Susana no había sido elección mia sino que la había heredado del director previo. Era la típica secretaria de película, 23 años, guapa, alta, rubia, sexy y con un cuerpo escultural que no dudaba en resaltar. Era inhumano tratar de concentrarse en el trabajo cuando ella entraba en el despacho y para colmo era una calientapollas de mucho cuidado. Aprovechaba la menor oportunidad que se le presentaba para dejarme entrever su sostén, el encaje de sus medias o en más de una ocasión sus braguitas. Al parecer, el hecho de que estuviese prometida y a punto de casarse con el hijo de un acaudalado empresario mexicano no era inconveniente para que nos tentase al resto de los mortales. Pensando aún en Susana enfilé la rampa que conducía al parking privado de la empresa, en el subsuelo del edificio. Tenía mi propia plaza, asi que aparqué en ella la miniván y me dirigí hacia el ascensor. Una vez dentro pulsé el número 14 y miré mi reloj. Eran las 7:55 de la mañana. Me gustaba llegar alrededor de las 8 pues así tenía una hora antes de que llegasen el resto de los empleados y comenzase el bullicio. La única, a parte de mi que tenía libertad de horario era Isabel y de hecho solía llegar antes que yo con lo que muchas mañanas tomábamos una taza de café juntos antes de que llegasen los demás. Al salir del ascensor en el piso 14, había un rellano con una puerta de seguridad. Pulsé mi código y la puerta se abrió dejándome el paso libre. Las luces estaban encendidas lo que significaba que Isabel ya estaba allí, en su despacho. Ella y yo éramos los únicos que teníamos despacho. El resto trabajaban en cubículos, separados entre sí por paneles de madera y cristal. Me dirigí directamente a mi despacho, lo abrí, encendí las luces y colgué cuidadosamente mi abrigo en la percha que había junto a la puerta. Era un despacho amplio, con una mesa de trabajo grande y una mesita accesoria que soportaba el ordenador. Tras la mesa estaba mi cómoda silla y en frente había dos butacas para mis visitas. Un poco alejado, junto a una de las paredes había un sofá, muy adeacuado para echarse una siesta en días de intenso trabajo. Mientras conectaba el ordenador, eché una ojeada a través del ventanal que quedaba a mi espalda. Desde el piso 14 se dominaba buena parte de la ciudad y se evitaba el bullicio de las calles. Tenía varios correos electrónicos, uno de mi mujer, tres de negocios y otro de una tal Yoli. ¿Yoli? Cuando vi el “subject” el corazón me dio un vuelco. Decía “Tu mujer te engaña”. Piqué el mensaje lo más rápido que pude y comencé a leer, nervioso: “Hola José. Soy Yoli, la compañera de trabajo de Sandra. Supongo que no es asunto mío pero siempre me has parecido un tio muy majo, además de un bombón y por otro lado, no aguanto a la pija prepotente de tu esposa. Así que supongo que te interesará saber que Sandra se lo monta con Germán. Ayer les pillé besándose dentro del coche de Germán, aunque ellos no me vieron. No creo que nadie en la oficina esté enterado pues estos cotilleos vuelan. Yo por mi parte no voy a comentarlo por respeto a ti, pero seguramente no tarde en descubrirse. Muchos besos. Yoli”. Tardé en recuperarme del shock. No podía creerlo. Germán era el jefe de mi mujer. Tenía 42 años y estaba casado y con 3 hijos. Paloma, su esposa, era una mujer hermosa con la que yo había fantaseado en más de una ocasión, pero sus 40 años no podían competir con los 27 añitos de Sandra. Ahora entendía el reciente ascenso de Sandra. Se lo había ganado a base de polvos, los polvos que la muy puta no me echaba a mi. Me sentí tan mal que casi corrí al despacho de Isabel. Necesitaba desahogarme. Isabel se sobresaltó al ver mi cara y salió de detrás de su mesa a mi encuentro. -¿Qué te pasa José? -Mi mujer me engaña, Isabel –solté a bocajarro. Mi subdirectora se llevó la mano a la boca en un gesto de sorpresa, pero antes de decir nada me acomodó en el sofá y se sentó cerca de mi, en una butaca que hacia esquina con el sofá. Entonces dijo: -Tranquilizate, estás muy alterado. Cuentame qué pasa. ¿Qué es eso de que tu mujer te engaña?. Le conté lo que acababa de recibir. Ella se mostró condolida pero cauta. -Vaya putada. Lo siento mucho. ¿Estás seguro de que la tal Yoli no te está mintiendo? -Pudiera ser, aunque no lo creo. -¿Y qué vas a hacer? -Aún no lo sé, me ha pillado por sorpresa. Jamás lo hubiese esperado de Sandra. -Tienes un concepto demasiado alto de las mujeres, José. Nos respetas mucho. Mira por ejemplo, sé que Susana no hace más que provocarte y tu no haces nada. Cualquiera en tu lugar ya le habría dicho algo. Ayer le oi burlándose con Mónica sobre la posibilidad de que fueses maricón. -Pero yo soy un hombre casado y ella está a punto de casarse ¿Qué quieres que le diga?- dije visiblemente molesto con la sugerencia de mi homosexualidad- además tu sabes que Susana es una calientapollas, pero no me extrañaría que luego rechazase cualquier proposición. Al fin y al cabo tiene que cuidar su imagen. Faltan dos meses para su boda. -¿Ves a lo que me refiero cuando digo que eres demasiado legal? A Susana no le importó mucho su imagen con tu predecesor -¿Qué?¿Quieres decir que Susana se lo montaba con el anterior director? Pero ella ya salía con Octavio Fuentes... -Pues claro, tonto. Pero el Sr. Gómez era un hombre muy atractivo, persuasivo y con pocos escrúpulos y muchas... Isabel hizo una pausa, como arrepintiendose de lo que iba a decir, pero no me había pasado desapercibido cómo se había estremecido al hablar del antiguo director. ¿Habría caido también ella en sus garras? Decidí jugármela. - Tu también caíste en sus redes ¿verdad? Isabel enrojeció. Se dio cuenta de que había hablado más de la cuenta y trató de enmendarlo. -¡Cómo se te ocurre pensar eso! Yo soy una mujer casada. Pero ahora no iba a dejar que se escapase sin sacarle la verdad -Venga Isabel, no te molestes en negarlo. Además ya lo sabía. Susana me lo dijo -mentí. -¿Susana te lo dijo? –noté como Isabel se ponía nerviosa. Quizá había calculado mal. Quizá yo no era tan bueno e ingenuo como ella había pensado- La muy zorra, habíamos quedado que nos guardaríamos mutuamente el secreto -Bueno, tu tampoco parece que lo has guardado muy bien. Pero dime Isabel, por qué. Por qué mujeres casadas como tu, como mi mujer engañan a sus maridos con sus jefes. Isabel suspiró. Lo que se suponía era una conversación sobre la infidelidad de mi esposa se había convertido en una sobre la infidelidad de mi subdirectora. Y una vez desenmascarada Isabel parecía ansiosa por hablar, como si el secreto le quemase dentro. -Te juro que yo no lo provoqué. Yo amaba a mi marido y a pesar de que el sexo entre nosotros era de lo más trivial, yo no conocía otra cosa y me sentía conforme con ello. Entonces llegó Luis, el Sr. Gómez y empezó a alagarme. Cada vez que entraba en su despacho a tratar con él no hacía más que decirme lo guapa que era, el cuerpazo que tenía. Yo le pedía que guardase las formas que eramos personas casadas. Pero el me contestaba que si su mujer tuviese mi cuerpo se la estaría follando todo el día. Yo le pedía que por favor no dijese esas cosas, pero el no me hacía caso y seguía haciendo comentarios sobre mis tetas, mi culo, mis piernas. Pero lo peor de todo es que sus palabras tenían un efecto en mi. -¿Quieres decir que te excitabas con todo aquello? Isabel enrojeció -Cuando salía de su despacho tenía las bragas empapadas y corría al mío a masturbarme. Comencé a masturbarme como cuando era adolescente. Y lo peor no era eso, sino que no podía sacármelo de la cabeza. Cuando me masturbaba pensaba en él, cuando hacía el amor con mi marido pensaba en él y en cómo sería hacerlo con él. Entonces tenía orgasmos que nunca había tenido antes. Comencé a vestir más sexy para él, para que me admirase y me adulase.... Era obvio que el recordar aquellos sucesos estaba teniendo un efecto en Isabel. Su respiración estaba agitada y yo no estaba menos excitado que ella. Mi candidez me había hecho perder a mi esposa, pero ya era hora de espabilar. Con voz firme le dije: -Espera Isabel, antes de que sigas quiero que te quites la falda. Quiero ver lo mojada que te has puesto recordando lo que pasó. -¿Cómo? –dijo Isabel abriendo los ojos como platos. -Ya me has oido. Quitate la falda. -Oye José, no sé por quién me tomas. El hecho de que le haya sido infiel a mi marido no quiere decir que sea una puta, ni que me acueste con el primero que me lo pida. Te estoy contando esto como un amigo, pero veo que lo has malinterpretado. Ahora te pido que te vayas de mi despacho. Quiero pensar que esto se debe al shock que te ha supuesto lo de tu mujer. Yo no me moví. En vez de eso dije: -Mira Isabel, creo que no entiendes la situación. Te la voy a explicar de forma muy sencilla. O haces lo que te pido o tu marido se entera de tu aventurilla. -No puedo creer que hables en serio. ¿Vas a delatarme? Creí que eras una buena persona. -Bueno, tu misma me has dicho que no se puede ser tan bueno. Así que ahora voy a seguir tu consejo. Tu decides, o haces lo que te digo o te atienes a las consecuencias –dije lentamente mientras miraba fijamente a los ojos de Isabel. Hubo un momento de silencio. Isabel mantuvo mi mirada. No vio duda en ella, sino determinación. Podía adivinar su lucha interna. Contuve la respiración esperando el desenlace. Entonces Isabel se levantó y con las manos temblorosas bajó la cremallera de su falda. La prenda cayó rápidamente sobre sus tobillos. No me había equivocado, sus bragas azul celeste estaban empapadas por la excitación. Admiré también sus perfectas piernas, enfundadas en medias de nylon negras desde sus muslos hasta sus hermosos pies, que descansaban sobre unas sandalias de tirillas negras y tacón bajo. Isabel se tapó rápidamente la entrepierna con sus manos y se quedó de pie, como hipnotizada, esperando mi reacción. Esta no se hizo esperar. Tenía que actuar con rapidez y seguridad. -Aparta tus manos, quiero ver lo mojaditas que están tus bragas. -No me humilles de esta forma José, te lo pido como amiga.... -No te lo voy a repetir Isabel. ¡Obedece! Con lágrimas en los ojos, Isabel movio sus manos a ambos lados de su cuerpo. -Vaya, Vaya, mira como te has puesto las braguitas. Eres una niña muy cochina y sucia. Qué pensaría tu marido si supiese cómo te mojas pensando en otro hombre. Pero después de todo, quizá le excite. Incluso puede que se masturbe pensando en cómo su ejemplar esposa se muestra desnuda ante su jefe. Isabel seguía de pie, en silencio, delante de mi. Podía sentir su humillación, pero también sabía que estaba excitada. -Sientate –le pedí- -Por favor, José, acabemos con esto. Te lo suplico –dijo mientras se sentaba de nuevo en su butaca, justo a mi lado. Yo no le hice caso. -Sigue contándome lo que pasó con el Sr. Gómez. Isabel suspiró pero siguió narrando, sus ojos perdidos, como reviviendo las escenas. -Un fin de semana que mi marido estaba de viaje Luis se presentó en mi casa. No sé como consiguió la dirección. Yo me quedé helada al abrir la puerta y verle allí, con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja. Antes de que pudiese reaccionar me dijo que venía a follarme como la puta que era. Mi coño comenzó a chorrear al instante. Sabía que no iba a resistirme. Isabel se reclinó en la butaca. Sus ojos estaban cerrados. Vi como la mancha de humedad en sus braguitas había crecido. Tomé su pierna derecha y la puse sobre mi regazo. Isabel abrió los ojos y me miró. Yo le indiqué que siguiese con la narración, mientras desabrochaba su sandalia y comenzaba a acariciar su pie, a través de las medias. Ella cerró de nuevo los ojos y continuó su relato. -Luis se echó sobre mi allí mismo, con la puerta aún abierta y comenzó a besarme y sobarme por todo el cuerpo. Yo me dejaba hacer y colaboraba respondiendo a sus besos. Entonces, no sé cómo me encontré de rodillas ante él. Me pidió que le besase el paquete y yo lo hice. Besé su bulto a través de los pantalones. El acariciaba mi pelo y me llamaba “su perrilla” mientrás yo besaba y besaba su paquete. Me preguntó si quería ver su polla, acariciarla, mimarla...yo asentí. Entonces quiso saber si se la mamaba a mi marido. Le dije la verdad, que no, que siempre me había negado. Entonces me preguntó si quería mamarsela a él. Completamente humillada moví mi cabeza de arriba abajo asintiendo. El se rió y me dijo que era una verdadera zorra y que me iba a convertir en una experta chupapollas. Yo podía sentir mi entrepierna completamente empapada, mi coño ardía y mis pezones estaban tan duros que me dolían. Mientras Isabel hablaba yo había comenzado a recorrer su pierna con mis manos, jugando con el borde superior de su media y masajeando deliberadamente el interior de sus muslos para volver suavemente a descender hasta su pie. Isabel no sólo no había protestado, sino que cada vez separaba más sus piernas, mostrandome ahora abiertamente sus mojadas bragas. -Entonces Luis me pidió que se la sacara. Con un deseo que jamás había tenido bajé la cremallera de su pantalón y temblando por la excitación introduje mi mano y extraje su polla erecta. Era un poco más larga y gruesa que la de mi esposo y ardía en mi mano. Luis me agarró de los pelos y dirigió mi boca hacia ella ordenandome besarla. Yo obedecí y la besé hasta que él me mandó abrir la boca y comenzó a introducírmela. Yo nunca lo había hecho y le rocé con los dientes. El la sacó enseguida y me soltó un bofetón en la mejilla mientras me llamaba “puta inútil” y me advertía que como le volviese a morder me iba a azotar hasta dejarme las nalgas coloradas. No sé por qué pero eso me excitó muchísimo y sin que él me dijese nada comencé a chupar su polla como una posesa. La respiración de Isabel era rápida y entrecortada. No cabía duda de que estaba cachondísima recordando su infidelidad. Delicadamente acaricié sus muslos y dejé que mi mano vagase por su ingle. Ella suspiró y siguió con su narración. Mi mano comenzó a moverse lentamente hacia su entrepierna, llevando con ella la mojada telilla de sus braguitas y dejando al descubierto su precioso sexo. Isabel estaba empapada, sus labios estaban abiertos e hinchados por la excitación y toda la longitud de su raja estaba cubierta por un espeso flujo. Su clítoris, engrosadísimo sobresalía entre sus labios y pedía a gritos que lo estimulasen. Su bello púbico no estaba rasurado, pero si bien cuidado y recortado. Delicadamente recorrí toda su raja con mis dedos. Isabel soltó un gemido de placer y se extremeció en el sillón mientras seguía relatándome los acontecimientos de hacía pocos meses. -Luis me agarró del pelo y comenzó a forzar su polla dentro de mi garganta. Yo di varias arcadas y me asusté. Creí que me ahogaba. El me dijo que relajase la garganta que de una forma u otra me la iba a meter toda. Finalmente lo consiguió y me folló la cara como un loco. Yo estaba supercachonda sintiendo todo su rabo entrar y salir de mi boca. Me tuvo así durante varios minutos y entonces me anunció que se iba a correr pero que no quería que me tragase su semen sino que debía mantenerlo en la boca. Segundos después sacó su polla de mi garganta y comenzó a masturbarse junto a mi cara. Cuando estaba a punto de correrse me ordenó abrir la boca y descargó toda su leche dentro mientras me llamaba “puta chupapollas”. Yo retuve todo su semen como pude, pues era mucho y tuve que inflar los carrillos para no tragarlo. Entonces me pidió que me quitase la ropa. Ooooh! Siiii! Aggggg! Mis manos acababan de tomar posesión del coño de Isabel. Al tiempo que acariciaba su clítoris habia insertado un dedo dentro de su mojado agujero. Mi excitada subdirectora no había podido reprimir un grito de placer. Rápidamente metí otros dos dedos dentro de su concha y comencé a follarla vigorosamente. Isabel interrumpió su narración y comenzó a animarme. -¡Oh Dios!!Si!!Sí! Asi, así. No pares, no pares....necesito esto. -Calla zorra y sigue contándome lo que pasó con Luis. -Me...desnudé y él se burló viendo lo húmeda que estaba mi concha ....y lo tiesos que estaban mis pezones. Entonces comenzó a pellizcármelos y estirármelos causándome dolor pero también mucho placer. ¡Aaaaah! ¡Dios José, no puedo más me voy a correr! Taking Control Ch. 01 Katie spent most of the afternoon doing some window shopping at the local outlet mall. This was her second trip in less than a week. Her focus concentrated on several shops that catered in adult oriented attire. Dresses, lingerie, high heels and an array of sexy scents that only the best high class call girls would purchase for their collection of lets say, work uniforms. Katie of coarse had no problem finding the items she wanted to purchase. So far her collection she already purchased consisted of an assortment of skin tight revealing dresses. That's if you wanted to call them a dress. Three pair of high heels with 6" spikes. Corsets, half cup bras, garter belts, thongs topped off her accessory collection. Being a typical suburban stay at home housewife, these were things she wouldn't normally purchase. Sure, she had a few sexy little black and red colored teddy's and ruffled panties and such. You know, typical girly things wives have in their intimate collection. But nothing this erotic that she intended to wear in public in the near future. Being a small petite woman, Katie never had any trouble finding nice clothes to wear that were designed to be worn by women with model figures. A model figure she had! Nice little breasts just large enough to cup in an average hand. A narrow waist and a perky little round ass with long smooth curvy legs. Yes, Katie could strut down the street wiggling her little round perky ass and get lots of attention from strange men and the little old ladies that gave her dirty looks. She was typically a jeans and sweater and sneaker type girl. After 6 years of marriage, things were going to be a little different in the Gilbert household. Mrs. Katie Gilbert. Married to her husband Steve. They lived in a small Midwestern town. Owned a typical suburban ranch home with a nice little fenced in back yard they planed on using for the children they planned to have someday. Actually, that's when their marriage started to unfold. At least for a time it seemed to be unfolding until Katie took control of the situation. It all started when they started making plans to start a family about three years ago. Steve always seemed to have trouble obtaining an erection. His problems started long before her and Steve got married. She never gave it much thought at the time since she loved Steven so much that sex wasn't a big issue in their life. Katie had lots of patients and spent much time learning about her husband and how to get him hard when they wanted to have sex. Steven wasn't that largely endowed. It fact, Katie learned a short time later after searching the internet that her husband was well below average in penis size. Since she'd never had sex with anyone else other than her husband this came as a bit of a surprise. She remembered having a little fun with him one night when they came back from dancing at a club and having a few drinks. A few jokes and silly talk led to them making a bet about the size of his penis. Steve insisted he was 6" long and Katie had her doubts so she got out her tape measure and patiently worked to get him fully hard. From the base to the very tip she could only stretch him to 41/2" tops! They were both laughing and joking around that night but somehow Katie had hurt Steven's feelings and she felt terrible about it. Later that night Steven apologized for not being large enough to satisfy her sexy stunning Katie as she wondered why Steven even thought of such a thing. She laid in bed hugging her husband that night as they talked about sex and somehow lead to the subject of their own sexual fantasies. Steven confessed to Katie that night that he'd often fantasized about watching her making love to another man. Katie thought it to be rather strange at first until she tested her husband a few nights later teasing him about having an affair with a fictional person. She remembered playing with his cock that night and feeling him getting harder as she talked about having sex with another man. She'd quickly climb on top of him and ride him until he came inside her pussy. She also discovered that she'd have to continue talking to him while they were engaged in sex otherwise he'd quickly go soft again. After a period of a year or so, Katie pretty much had her technique down to a science. Steven started bringing home adult movies for them to watch and often found those with women that looked similar to Katie. Than one day Steven brought home some interracial movies with women who resembled his wife. Katie was surprised by how well endowed some of these men were in the movies. As time went by Steven began having problems again obtaining his erection. After experimenting with her husband with different ideas and techniques she finally found something that worked. Well, at least to some degree it worked. Katie found that verbal stimulation as she stroked Steven's cock worked rather well but as soon as she tried to mount him he'd suddenly loss his erection again. Katie had about given up any hope of trying to have normal sex with her husband after a period of time. Steven still brought the movies home on weekends and they were getting more into interracial with an added twist. They were called cuckold interracial movies. One weekend Steven brought Katie a new toy with a new assortment of movies for them to watch. He told her it would help stimulate her watching the movies. It was a black vibrator and Katie just loved the feel of the little toy inside her pussy when she turned it on to vibrate. They spent their first Friday night laying in bed watching a little petite blonde wife being dominated by a muscular black fellow. Katie was surprised that such a movie were made. These were real white couples practicing this strange new thing she had never heard of until she watched her first movie. Katie watched as this tiny little white wife was slapped around by this mean looking muscular black guy. She seemed to enjoy the way he was treating her. He'd grab her by the hair and call her names like, bitch, slut and whore. Katie actually found herself getting wet watching this dominant black male as he forcibly grabbed the little blonde wife by her hair and flung her across the bedroom until she landed on the bed. Katie watched as he lifted the women's dress up and slapped her bare ass making a loud noise that filled the bedroom. She was naked underneath the dress as he forced her face down onto the bed and pulled her petite body toward the edge of the bed lining up his cock between her white ass cheeks. Katie and Steven watched as the black man roughly spread her delicate little ass apart and inserted his thick meaty black cock into her wet waiting pussy in one swift thrust making the little white wife yell out in pain. Katie reached over and stroked her husband little cock filling him getting hard as they watched the poor helpless white wife getting pounded by that monster black cock. The camera pointed downward near the floor of the bed showing the helpless husband knelling on the floor watching his pretty wife getting laid by the muscular black guy. The husband just starred at the thick black cock as it sliced in and out of the tiny little women. The black guy roughly flipped her around until her ass was almost hanging over the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs up and moved into position and started to fuck her deep and hard as her legs spread wider to accommodate his huge muscular body. She was moaning with intense pleasure as the black master rammed his huge thick black body down into the little white wife. Katie was playing with her new toy as she watched the screen now moving the black toy cock in and out of her wet pussy. She closed her eyes long enough to try and imagine herself in that woman's position getting fucked like a total slut. Steven saw it in her eyes. Katie was loving every moment of watching the helpless white wife getting her pussy abused and stretched out by that massively big black cock. Before long Katie was sliding down on the bed spreading her legs as she moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She forgot all about Steven and used both hands to guide the little toy inside her pussy. The toy was making it's buzzing sound as Katie had her first orgasm. Steven was playing with his little cock as he watched his wife the way she responded to her new little toy while the movie kept playing. Suddenly the black man started to grunt and groan as his body slapped into her upturned little ass one more time and sent his life giving seed directly into her waiting womb. The camera panned in closer giving the viewers a better look as the black master held her legs up high in the air. Katie watched as her legs relaxed from having her orgasm. "Clean it up." Katie heard the black man bark at the husband. Katie had no idea what was about to happen figuring the husband was going to wipe her pussy with a wash cloth or something. She watched as the husband scooted across the floor and began licking the cum that seeped out between his wife's pink pussy lips. "Let me see." The black master barked. The husband lifted his face up looking toward the muscular black man with his mouth half open and tongue sticking out. There was a small puddle of thick white cum on the edge of the husbands tongue. The husband closed his mouth and swallowed than reopened it again showing that he'd swallowed the cum. The husband pressed his face back between his wife's open legs and finished his cleanup duty like a little puppy dog. At some point after the movie had finished Katie came again with her little toy. Over the next few weeks Steven brought home even more movies for him and Katie to enjoy. Each movie featured a white couple and their dominate black bull. Redheads' blondes and brunettes were all featured. The black men were all well endowed and very muscular and mean looking. Katie began having an attraction to these type of men. She never felt so stimulated by black men until Steven introduced her to this kind of lifestyle. Her and Steven would talk during and after these movies and fantasize about the couples that performed in the movies. Steven found Karen Kay's Korner one day and he and Katie spent a Saturday night looking through the site at the many cuckold stories and features on the site. Katie enjoyed the Meat Market section where white wives posted their video ads showing off their bodies to potential black lovers, Katie often enjoyed the site when Steven was working and began reading the hundreds of stories about white wives who got knocked up by black men. There were many different scenarios where wives would cheat or they were owned by black men and they were forced to bred having their mixed babies. Katie began to get intrigued more and more each day as she read the stories and advice columns posted by some of the wives who were into this type of lifestyle. It got to a point where Katie was hooked on reading the cuckold stories that were posted on the site. Katie would sometimes read the stories to Steven knowing how much it turned him on. Katie and Steven had some lengthy talks al week. Katie wanted to know Steven's true feelings about how he felt about seeing her being intimate with another man. It was Stevens suggestion to seek out a black man. Steven broke down one night telling his wife how bad he felt knowing he couldn't satisfy his wife sexually like most men. She tried to tell her husband that night that sex didn't really matter because she loved him so much. Steven kept insisting and didn't go to sleep that night until he finally got Katie to agree to his suggestion. They came to a mutual agreement that night that if they decided to do this they would find a black man that had experience and would teach them everything they needed to know about having a cuckold relationship. It's not that Katie wanted it, she wanted to please her husband's wishes. Deep down inside she felt all tingly inside thinking about acting out submissively to a handsome dominate type of black guy. Steven made her laugh that night telling her he'd enjoy acting out being a docile type cuckolded husband. He thought it might be fun having a black man that was truly skilled in the art of dominating white couples take control of their sexual lives. Steven even kissing Katie all over her breasts and belly that night making her laugh even harder because she was so ticklish. Steven even showed Katie how good he could be at licking her pussy and making her cum whenever she felt the need of release. Katie went along with Steven's fantasy that night. She teased him as she lay on her back with her legs spread wide. Steven got into position and started by kissing her inner thighs. Katie tried not to giggle as she pointed down at her pussy and ordered her husband to start licking. She had just shaven her pussy mound that morning and knew she felt nice and soft and smooth down there. She could feel Steven's tongue gently licking the inside of her pussy lips touching her clit every so often. Katie relaxed her body a bit more and reached down and began massaging her husbands hair as he carefully licking her pussy. She raised her hips up giving him better access to her pussy. She felt so wet now trying to fantasize that a well endowed black man had just fucked her good and hard and made a cum deposit inside her pussy. She started pulling on Steven's hair as he licked. This seemed to turn him on by the touch of his tongue inside her pussy. He was starting to use more passion in his work as Katie grabbed hi hair even harder than started to chant. "That's it. Lick it clean baby. Get all the cum out." Steven wet wild with lust and passion on her pussy working his tongue as deep as he could tilting his head around trying to shove his tongue inside as far as he could. Katie held his head tight by pulling tightly on his hair. "Your doing so good baby. Make me cum with your tongue." Those words got Steven going even more as he devoured her wet pussy making Katie moan with hot passion bucking her hips up to meet his driving tongue. Her body started the shack but Steven kept licking and working the tip of his tongue on her little clit. She finally gasped for air one last time and came as she pulled on Steven's hair while having a really intense orgasm. Her body started to relax and she let go of her husband's hair catching her breath looking up at the dark bedroom ceiling. Steven slowly eased up and laid by the side of his wife resting his head down near her breast. She wrapped her arm around his head holding him tightly against her boob as he gently kissed around her hard nipple. She felt like his mother right now. She gently stroked his hair and leaned her head up and gently kissed the top of his head. Katie was thinking how good this could be for their marriage. Steven could enjoy giving her pleasure in his own way. Katie loved him very much for that. She knew her husband would do anything to give her pleasure and make her the happiest wife on the block. She kept wondering how it would be laying in bed wrapped in the arms of another man while her husband worked at pleasing and pampering her and being satisfied that she was being well taken care of sexually by that other man. Katie began thinking in a devilish way how she could use this scenario in so many ways. She could have Steven wait on her hand and foot. Her mind drifted everywhere trying to imagine what that other man would be like in a relationship. How could she control her feelings being so intimate with another man? How would she react to him and what would he expect of her? Naturally she would have to insist on this being a part time adventure. Perhaps getting together for a Friday or Saturday night each week. Let everything out and act out their wildest fantasies. Wake up on Sunday and things would go back to their normal lives again. Her lover would leave until he was called in for the next session. Yes, that sounded about right to Katie. She'd have to find the perfect man for the job. Someone that was well experienced. He had to have the good looks she required plus his personality was going to be very important. A man that could treat her and Steven with respect and honor the fact that he was just being brought in to play their fantasy games. She wanted a man that knew how and when to turn it off and on per say. She wasn't sure how hard it would be to find the right guy but her and Steven agreed to give it a try. Steven suggested that perhaps Katie could make her own movie to post on the site and just see what kind of response they got back from her ad. Katie gave it some thought and finally agreed so they spent a Saturday afternoon making their own video. Katie noticed that the wives did different things in their videos. Some danced, some just stripped showing off their bodies. Some even played with toys making themselves cum on camera. Katie decided to do a slow strip tease. She wore high heel pumps and a short dress and began dancing to a sexy song she liked to dance to when they went out to a club. She made sure she looked very seductive in the movie looking at the camera several times as she worked her way out of her dress. Leaving her heels on she leaned back against the bed and started rubbing her neatly shaved pussy for the camera spreading her pink pussy lips with the tip of her fingers as she looked at the camera in a very seductive pose. Katie would have felt so dirty just a few months ago but now felt her sluttish side showing through. She laid back on the bed still looking toward the camera lens as she spread her legs and rubbed her bare pussy mound moving her high heeled legs as seductively as she could. Steven smiled at his wife letting her know they had been recording for several minutes so she smiled once more at the camera and waived bye to whomever would see the short sexy clip of her offering. Katie felt relaxed and a it a bit of relief after finishing the movie clip for her ad. They sat down and downloaded it onto the computer and wrote a short ad and submitted their ad for posting on the site. It took a couple days for their ad to appear in the Meat Market ads. Katie was a little nervous when she saw her ad up on the site for the very first time. Within a day they started getting replies to their ad from several different black men in their area. Katie sifted through the replies eliminating the guys that were married and the men that didn't appeal to her. She started a short list for the next week until she had picked out 4 potential black men that caught her interest. There was a guy who called himself "The dominant Black Master" he said he had a lot of experience with new white couples and would be willing to help train Katie and Steven into his as part of his harem of white slaves. Another guy named Big Mike sounded a bit too dominating but Katie really liked his pictures. He was a very handsome dude she thought to herself. The most recent reply caught Katie's eye the most. His name was Andre. Andre was thirty-five years old. He was 6'10" tall and weighed 270 lbs. He was extremely good looking and wrote a very short reply but it was enough to get Katie's attention right away. He told Katie he loved her video. Thought she had a gorgeous body. He said he had plenty of experience training white couples. He explained in his short reply that he would like to gain her trust in allowing him to take total control of all her sexual needs and pleasures and fulfilling any fantasies beyond any imagination she ever dreamed possible. He also said he'd teach her how to train and control "The Cuck" to any degree she so desired. That last remark got Katie thinking and decided she wouldn't show Steven Andre's reply. She was curious to know what Andre had in mind about helping her train and control the cuck as he put it. She wasn't quite sure yet how Steven was going to fit in to all this. She'd seen many different style of cuckolding techniques in those movies she watched with Steven and was trying to remember what turned him on the most. Katie decided to reply to Andre and tell him she'd give him a call over the next couple days once she made her decision. Taking Control Ch. 01 Katie got another reply back within an hour with a short note saying. "I hope this makes it better for you to decide." Katie saw that their was some attachments and started to open the one at a time. The first shot was of Andre completely naked standing with his large masculine arms on his hips. His huge cock was only half erect and looking larger than her forearm. Katie started tingling all over looking at Andre's gorgeous body. His bronze body just glowed with excitement for her as she started to open the second attachment. Katie gasped in pleasure as she saw the next picture. Andre was seated on the edge of a desk with one leg propped up on a chair. He was smiling as he looked at the camera. His huge arms looked so appealing with such broad shoulders down to his massive thighs. His cock was semi limp in this shot but Katie could see how thick and long it still appeared even in it's limp stage. Katie's hands trembled as she opened the third picture. This was a totally different shot for sure. It was a close-up shot of Andre's huge thick cock with a full erection. He was holding a soda can next to his cock giving a comparison to it's size. That soda can was much shorter than Andre's cock. It's thickness staggered compared to the solid line of the soda can but every bit as thick. Katie also took notice of Andre's large meaty hands. She was trying to imagine how his hands would feel touching her in the most intimate places. Katie was shaking all over as she opened the next shot which focused on Andre's upper half including his handsome face. Naturally he had thicker lips as most African Americans. Katie lifted her arm putting it next to the computer screen looking at the contrast between her pale white skin and Andrea's bronze skin. She lowered her hand down between her legs feeling very warm and excited. She wondered if most white women felt like her about the contrast of their skin against a black male. She kept studying the picture. Andre wore a diamond earring. He was neatly shaven and had a clean cut intelligent appearance. He certainly didn't have that gangster hood look that sort of turned her off. He did have some tattoos but they weren't overwhelming like some of the tattoos she'd seen on black men. Katie opened up the last attachment. It was Andre dressed in a dark grey suit. He looked very handsome in this picture. Katie squirmed in her chair looking back at each photo Andre had send. She looked at his phone number over and over again until she finally decided to give him a call. She dug for her cell phone inside her purse and put his number in and waited for an answer. A voice answered with a deep male tone saying, "Hello." Katie cleared her throat and replied. "Hello. Is this Andre?" "Yes. Whom I'm I speaking to?" "This is Katie. I just got your email a few minutes ago." "Great. Nice to talk to you Katie. Your husband home?" "No. He's at work right now. Did you need to speak to him?" Katie replied nervously. "No." The deep masculine voice replied. Andre added. "This your first time Babe?" Katie was trying to keep her voice from sounding so nervous as she replied. "Yes. Very first time for me....Us..." "Your husband OK with it?" "Oh, Yeah....He is actually excited about the whole thing." There was a pause for a moment on the other end of the phone than Andre replied. "How about you? You excited?" "Yes. I'm nervous and scared at the same time." Katie was being honest. "Nothing to be afraid or scared about Babe...... You like my pictures?" Katie smiled into the phone. "Yes. Thought you were very handsome." "Glad you liked them..... Your video was hot! You got a gorgeous body!" Katie wasn't feeling as nervous now as she replied. "Thank you. I was really nervous doing the video. Hope I didn't look like a nerd." "You looked just fine Babe. Real fine body. Superb!" Katie was blushing. "Thank you Andre. You look great too." "You never had black dick before?" Katie almost choked as she tried to stutter the words out in a short sentence. "No...Never." "That's OK. I like that. Give me something to look forward to.....Tell me. Where's your husband fit into all this? What you looking to get out of it?" Katie was speechless for a moment. She began thinking really quick and finally came up with a reply. "Well. My husband. Steven and I have had long discussions about all this and we finally agreed to seek out someone with a lot of experience." Andre laughed. "I got that alright. What you looking for Babe? You looking for good sex?" Katie nervously replied. "Yes." "Your ad said you and your husband were looking for a dominate black man." "Yes. That's right. That's what we want." Andre replied quickly. "You both want to be dominated, correct?" Katie got a little nervous again as she replied. "Um....Yes. Steven wants to be a cuckold. Wants to watch more than anything else." "You up for it? Having him watch I mean?" "Yes. The idea excites Steven very much." Katie went on to say. "I've been playing with him recently when he licks my pussy. He loves to please me in so many ways. He's really looking forward to it." Andre replied. "Has to feel good for you too Babe. You get into controlling your husband in sexual situations?" "I guess you could say I do. We just never tried anything with a real man." Katie went on to explain the movies she'd watched and stories she read about being a submissive wife She tried to give Andre a scenario of what they were looking for in a man. "Sounds like something I can handle. You and I can talk when we get together and see what works for all of us...." Andre paused than added. "You got to be the one who takes control in your relationship. You can't feel guilty about the things you do. If your husband truly thinks he'll enjoy this than the more you take control the more he's going to please you for doing it." Katie nervously giggled as she replied. "I'll have to get the hang of this. That's why I need someone who is experienced." Andre cut right in. "You have to believe in me to make this work. You will have to put your trust in me. I'll make the decisions for us as a couple. It'll be your job to handle your husband. I can give you tips and advice on how to proceed with him when your ready." Katie felt a little relieved but at the same time scared about the whole thing. "OK Andre. I'll have to put my trust in you to make this all work. I just don't want to hurt my husband in anyway." "You won't be hurting him. You'll see in due time how much he's going to enjoy it. My first obligation will be to focus on you and making you feel special. I'll teach you things you never dreamed about." Katie giggled. "Oh my...I'm really looking forward to meeting you." "When you want to get together? This Friday?" Katie's heart was beating so fast she could feel it and see the thumping on her chest at the top of her cleavage line of her top she was wearing. "If you think you can make it this Friday. Where would you like to meet?" Katie asked. "How about at your place. Want your husband to feel comfortable and at ease for our first meeting. I find it best for the couple in general to meet at their own home if you don't mind." "That will be fine. I'll text it to you after we talk. Um...Do you want me to wear anything special?" Katie replied. "I'll leave that up to you tonight. Let's see how wild you can be!" Andre chuckled. "I'll text you in a few minutes with the address. I guess I'll see you this Friday evening. Around six-ish?" "I'll be there Babe. Take care until than..." Katie hung up feeling kind of relieved. She also felt a little hesitant about going through with it all but she kind of forced herself to text over her address to Andre on her cell phone. He replied with a short note. "You're a hot little Momma." Taking Control Ch. 02 Simon remained seated on the couch for a while thinking of the events which had just taken place. He had realized, long ago, that his mother was getting out of hand and he had accepted that he would be the only person who could put her back into line but he had never expected that doing so would reap such rewards. To think that his mother was upstairs cleaning herself ready for his next inspection sent a rush of pleasure throughout his body which tingled in his loins, it would be hard for him to maintain control over his urges but he knew what was to come next- after her shower his mother would receive the whims of his newly sadistic mind. Simon's intended patience soon melted away and he headed quickly upstairs to inspect the display of toys that his mother had left at the foot of her bed. As he arrived he noticed the sound of running water through the opened door on the en-suite bathroom, it pleased him to think that his mother had thrown away her usual caution and had left the door open unafraid that her son may see her, he could sense that he would enjoy his new role as master and he felt certain that his mother would enjoy being his slave even more. His attention soon returned to the assortment of toys and he noticed the sheer diversity of the collection that had been laid out for his inspection; whips, floggers, cuffs, rope, clamps, dildos, blindfolds, hoods, collars and butt-plugs made up the collection accompanied by candles and a cane as well as a few instruments whose function he could not yet decipher. His reverie was broken by his mother who stepped into the room with a towel around her breast; he had been so engrossed in his inspection that he had failed to notice her finish her shower. "I'm so sorry master," she said, apologetically, "I didn't mean to take so long." "It's okay," reassured Simon, "I wanted to get a look at your toys, just get yourself dried and then stand to attention in the middle of the floor." "Yes, master," she dutifully replied before quickly rubbing herself down with the towel and, after returning it to the bathroom, standing naked with her hands at her side and her head held high and firm. "The attention position will require you to fold your arms behind your back, obviously I won't punish you this time as you weren't to know but I expect you not to forget in future." "Yes sir, thank you sir," said Jessica as she folded her arms behind her back. "Now," said Simon, "I said that I wouldn't punish you for that minor infraction, and I won't. However, it was my intention to test your limits anyway and so you will be punished regardless; are you ready to be tested?" "Yes sir." "Good," chirped Simon, "then I shall begin." He glanced at the toys that were on display and wondered which he should use first. As he looked he noticed that his mother made no attempt to discern what his choice may have been and instead she looked ahead, her gaze not distracted in the slightest by her son's movements. Finally he seized upon a black leather flogger and pulled it from the floor before hiding it behind his back. With calm and deliberate steps he made his way over to where his mother was standing and spoke softly in her ear, "I think that your skin needs a little color before we begin, don't you?" "Yes master." Simon smiled, he was amazed at how depraved his mother was and could not believe her readiness to receive whatever pain he cared to bestow upon her. He felt a surge of power course through his veins at the notion that his mother was prepared to submit to whatever he could think to demand and he could bear the suspense no longer. He threw back his arm and swung the flogger with significant force onto his mother's already reddened ass. She flinched slightly at the sensation of the two-dozen or so leather strips as they flicked sharply across her flesh but did not make any attempt to avoid the inevitable second blow. Simon continued flogging his mother's ass, delighted at her resistance to his increasingly powerful strokes and amazed that she could take such punishment. With each stroke she grabbed at her arms and tensed her buttocks but she never attempted to shield herself from his ministrations. After six strokes Simon decided to stop for a moment and admire his handiwork. His mother's ass had been red before but now it was positively glowing with color. He held his hand above the flesh and felt the heat emanating from her delicate skin, the thought that he had been able to inflict such punishment without the slightest objection pleased him greatly and he noticed that his cock was stirring once again. "I think that ass of yours has had enough for now," said Simon, as he returned to stand in front of his mother. "Perhaps I should focus somewhere else; what do you think?" "If that would please you, sir," came Jessica's honest reply. "I think it would," replied Simon, looking over his mother's body. He tried not to smile as he appreciated her unending obedience; her body was still standing taught and ready to receive whatever he could dish out. His gaze was naturally drawn towards his mother's ample breasts; the lily white skin highlighted by the pinkness of her nipples seemed to him to be an inviting prospect for his next round of punishment. Holding the flogger in his left hand he reached out with his right and grabbed roughly at one of his mother's breasts not caring much for how it felt to her but instead judging the softness of the skin as well as the firmness of the breast as a whole which proved to be a credit to a woman of her age. He looked towards her face with a slight grin appearing on his lips as he fondled her and noticed how she still maintained her stony gaze facing straight forward, seemingly un-distracted by his roughness. Although he was impressed by his mother's discipline he also felt somewhat affronted that his efforts were not eliciting anything in the way of a response. He stopped his ministrations and slapped his free hand down upon her breast allowing just enough contact between her skin and his to leave a stinging pain on her flesh. For the first time he noticed his mother's resolve break and she winced for a moment with the pain before looking ahead again as though nothing had happened. Simon felt determined to break her discipline at least once and stepped back from his mother before returning to his use of the flogger, this time across her chest. With each slap of its leather tendrils he noticed her breasts bounce in response to the contact and the gentle shuffling sound of the leather was soon punctuated by the heavy breathing of his victim. He continued with relentless pace, noticing that his mother's face was scrunched in a pained expression, her eyes closed and her mouth contorted into an odd grimace. After perhaps fifty strokes he stopped and admired his handiwork, his mother's breasts and stomach were both as red as her ass and the concentrated and obedient look soon returned to his mother's face. "I imagine that you can take quite a lot more than that," he said, "but I don't want to wear you out, we have a week before Helen gets back and I intend to use you for the duration." He placed the flogger back where he had originally got it from and looked amongst the array of toys for a new instrument of sadistic pleasure. Finally his gaze set upon a set of clips connected by a shiny metal chain, he lent over and picked them up and held them before his mother's face. "So what do you call this then?" he asked. "It's a clover clip, master," she promptly replied. "And what's the difference between this clip?" he shook the one he held, "and that clip?" he pointed to another similar looking device still resting with the rest of the toys. "The clover clip is designed to grasp tighter when the chain is pulled upon." "I see," replied Simon, a little embarrassed that he was relying upon his new found slave to teach him the ways of the dominant, "which do you prefer?" he asked, "the clover clip or the normal one?" "The clover clip, sir," replied Jessica. "And why is that?" "It causes more pain, and the more pain I feel the better I can be tested." Simon nodded agreeably at his mother's answer; it was clear that she knew far more about this game than he and he decided that a great deal of research would be needed at some point. He put his doubts to the back of his mind and stepped towards his mother who had still not moved from her position. He stroked her sore breast for a moment, enjoying the warmth that emanated from it and the pleasure that it seemed to have given his mother. Then, almost without any indication that he was about to act, he placed the first clip over one of his mother's nipples and pulled lightly on the chain. Jessica winced at the sensation and began to breathe heavily through her teeth in order to help control the pain. Simon quickly added the second before pulling on the connecting chain and letting his mother get used to the sensation. "Feel free to look around, to move your head," he said, "I don't think that I like you staring ahead all the time, although I am impressed at your ability to remain un-distracted." "Thank you, master," replied Jessica, as she looked down towards her clamped nipples and reddened breasts. Simon stepped back and admired his handiwork, there was no doubt in his mind that his mother truly was a beautiful creature but that beauty was increased tenfold by the marks of his efforts upon her otherwise ivory-white skin. He glanced, once more, at the toys and suddenly realized the use of one of the toys whose function had escaped him earlier. With a sense of satisfaction he picked it up and felt the weight of it in his hand before attaching it to the chain that connected his mother's breasts allowing him to enjoy her labored breathing and pained expression once more as she tried to regulate the pain of the tightening clips. He watched her for a moment and admired her resolve, she soon seemed not to care that her nipples were in such pain and, once again, her expression turned to one of a woman who was not feeling any pain or discomfort at all. "You can relax a little now, put your hands to your side," ordered Simon. Jessica quickly obeyed and placed her hands back at the side of her body. "Now," continued Simon, "I think that you have earned a little reward, so I would like you to come over here and choose a toy to be used upon you, the only caveat I will add," he said, preempting what he thought she may choose, "is that it cannot be a toy that will bring you to orgasm so vibrators and dildos are out for now, is that understood?" "Yes sir, thank you sir." "Go on then," prompted Simon, displeased at his mother's caution. Without reply or further hesitation she headed to the array of toys seemingly unfazed by the renewed pressure caused by the dangling weight causing her nipple clamps to sway with each step. She needed little time to think and immediately reached out and grabbed the set of candles that sat brightly amongst the other toys. "Why candles?" asked Simon, a little surprised by her choice. "It provides a different sensation to the floggers and clamps, it also makes me dirty and the wax leaves a definite sign of their use." "Very well," said Simon, intrigued by this new toy. "Lie down on the bed." Jessica quickly obliged and laid herself down on her back atop the bed. Simon noticed the slack that had returned to the chain connecting his mother's nipple clamps and decided that it would be best to remove them. He took the weight off the chain and, as he did, he got something of a brainwave. "Open your mouth," he ordered; as usual it was immediately obeyed. He placed the chain in Jessica's mouth and instinctively she bit down upon it. "I want you to remove the clips; do not use your hands." Jessica replied with a muffled acknowledgment before jerking her head back violently several times gradually bringing the clamps closer and closer to falling away from her beaten skin. Her eyes were shut tight with pain and eventually the clamps came off, as she opened her eyes it became clear that they were visibly watering with the pain but as Simon removed the chain from her mouth he couldn't help but notice the satisfied smile that graced her delicate face. "Why do you smile so much when you're obviously in pain?" asked Simon, eager to know his mother's motivation. "I like the pain," she replied, "and I managed to pull my clamps off quickly like you wanted." Simon looked town towards his mother's pussy and noticed that it was visibly wet, once again, "you really do like it, don't you?" "More than anything, master," replied Jessica. Simon returned to the job at hand and placed the candles on the bed-side table before lighting them with the box of matches that had been set out with them. While he waited for the wax to melt down he stroked his mother's beaten breasts and looked into her face which wore a look of perfect ecstasy. When he had first started Simon had hoped that he would be able to test her willingness to use her safe-word but now it seemed as though her pain threshold was, at least for now, much higher than he could reach. The wax had son melted sufficiently to allow him to continue, "perhaps this will do it," he thought to himself as he held the first candle, a wide, white one, above his mothers expectant body. With a flick of the wrist he allowed a smattering of the white liquid to splash across his mother's body from the top of her breasts down her stomach towards her thighs. This form of punishment seemed to gain a greater response from Jessica who moaned with pain as the first drops landed upon her beaten skin. However, as with all his attempts so far, the moan of pain soon turned to one of pleasure and once again Jessica seemed to be in a state of contented bliss. With the first candle's wax reservoir spent he placed it back down on the bedside table and picked up two slightly thinner red candles. Without allowing Jessica time to gather her thoughts he quickly splashed the ruby-red wax across her body and watched as she writhed with the combination of pleasure and pain that Simon had come to expect. For a while Simon continued in this manner splashing his mother with red and white wax across her breasts, stomach, legs and thighs while her reaction to his efforts became more and more pronounced. After a while Simon became bored and blew out the candles before placing them back down to allow himself time to admire his handiwork. His mother looked utterly disheveled; her hair was a mess and her body was covered with red and white wax which had dried onto her skin and given her a look of utter degradation, it was undoubtedly an impressive sight which Simon enjoyed all the more to know that it was his doing and that it would be his word alone which would allow her to clean herself up. "Now," he said, with an air of finality, "I have one more punishment and then I think it'll be time for pleasure rather than pain." "To me," said Jessica, "pain and pleasure are the same." "I know that, slave," he replied, reminding Jessica of her place, "I could very well have been talking about me." "Sorry, sir." Simon ignored his mother's apology and instead returned to the assortment of toys and reached out for a pair of cuffs which he promptly affixed to his mother's ankles. With this done he returned to the toys and selected two short lengths of rope and placed them at the foot of the bed. "Shuffle down a little," he said, indicating that his mother move slightly closer to the foot of the bed, she did so immediately. With a seemingly experienced hand he reached for his mother's right ankle and pulled it so that her foot stuck out over the edge of the bed, he quickly tied it to the bed frame before grabbing her other ankle and quickly doing the same. She was soon secured with her feet hanging off the bed and her painted chest still facing towards the ceiling. With her bondage complete Simon spoke, "masturbate," he said, feeling no desire to elaborate. Without hesitation Jessica complied and moved both her hands to her crotch and began to rub and prod vigorously at her aching womanhood. "You are to ask permission before cumming," added Simon, making sure that his intentions were clear. "Yes, sir," replied Jessica, glad of an opportunity to please herself. Although despite her relief she felt momentarily confused as to the purpose of her bondage. Before long Simon's intentions became clear as he appeared at his mother's feet with a long and intimidating rattan cane. "I am aware of how much this could hurt," he said as he rubbed its tip across the delicate soles of his mother's feet, "so I will be gentle." As soon as he voiced his intention he flicked his wrist and allowed the cane to contact his mother's sole with a gentle tap. Despite the weakness of the thrust he could tell that it caused his mother significant pain, "perhaps," he thought, "I may be able to coax that safe-word out of her after all." He continued with his ministrations, tapping gently with the cane across one foot and then the next, holding the toes with his spare hand to refuse his mother the ability to bend her feet out of its path, something that despite her earlier courage she seemed to be unable to avoid. Soon her feet were striped with a gentle red and her breathing was becoming more labored, Simon had almost forgotten that he had ordered his mother to masturbate before it became too much for her and she uttered through unsteady breaths, "Please, sir, I need to cum." "Stop," ordered Simon, "hands to your side." Jessica obeyed but with a look of utter defeat and desperation upon her face. He placed the cane down on the bed and looked back into his mother's eyes, "I told you that I intend to restrict your orgasms, you won't be having one now, but I will." Jessica remained silent and watched as he detached the cuffs from the end of the bed but left them attached to her ankles. "Arms behind your back," he ordered. She did as he said and slid her arms underneath her body, without warning Simon reached out and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her just hard enough that she anticipated his intentions and got to her feet on the floor before being forced down onto her knees. With unanticipated eagerness Simon pulled down his boxers and forced his cock into his mother's mouth allowing her to suck eagerly upon it as she did without hesitation. For a few moments Simon enjoyed his mother's actions but soon withdrew his now slicked member before reaching back for the rope which he used to bind her arms together. Without paying any attention to his mother he moved onto the bed and lay down on his back with his engorged cock pointing hungrily up towards the ceiling. "Stand above me," he ordered, hoping that his vague command would be obeyed. Jessica guessed his attention and stood on the bed with her pussy directly above his swollen cock. "Squat down a little," he ordered, his attempt to stay calm hardly convincing as his mother lowered her womanhood to within inches of his member. Simon smiled hungrily at the sight of his mother's wax-smattered body so close and reached out with one hand towards his cock whilst resting the other on her thigh. With uninterrupted movement he pulled his mother down onto his cock, surprising her as it pressed against her anus rather than her pussy as she had expected. She needed no more encouragement or instruction and knew exactly what was expected of her as she slowly lowered herself down upon his pole, trying carefully to keep her balance without the use of her arms which were firmly tied behind her back. As she slid down onto her son she noticed his eyes roll back in pleasure and she felt a flush of satisfaction course through her body as she became aware of the pleasure that she was responsible for. Taking Control Ch. 02 She took a while to slide most of its length inside her body but almost as soon as she had she started to rock back and forth allowing her son to experience the pleasure of anal sex for, as far as she knew, the first time. She rode him softly trying to extend his pleasure, not caring about the slight discomfort it caused her only for the great joy that it must have been bringing her son. Before long she saw that it was his turn to breathe unevenly and she felt him quivering with desire as her efforts brought him close to orgasm. She saw no indication that he wanted to prologue his wait any longer and she redoubled her efforts until she felt his body spasm with pleasure beneath her and felt the hot jests of semen unload into her asshole. As he came she reduced her speed allowing him to ride out his orgasm before, with nodded acknowledgment from Simon, sliding of his subsiding cock and kneeling expectantly on the bed beside him. "Clean me up," he said, nodding towards his shrinking erection. Jessica didn't need to be told that he meant for her to do it orally and she dutifully licked away at the slimy mixture which coated his satisfied cock. Simon soon became bored of her efforts and ordered her to draw him a bath. Soon as he soaked in the hot water of the bath and Jessica had a quick wash in the adjacent shower she realized that she had found in her son something that she had lost since her husband had died all those years ago, he was truly his father's son.