0 comments/ 13851 views/ 4 favorites Adventures with Steph Ch. 01 By: regalsub I never know what to expect with Steph. On one occasion, she might greet me at my door, purse at the ready, dressed like any girl ready for a "Hubby's home with the kids" day out. The next time she calls, we'll get the kids together and just talk over coffee amidst the yells and crashes from the toy room. But then, there are other days. Those are why I can never get enough of Steph. On our last girls' night out, I took Steph into the role of confidant, a new one for the both of us. I had so few female friends, and she so few married ones, that our friendship solidified one night at a noisy club. "I'm so sick of the routine with my sex life!" I had moaned to her. "He says 'suck me', then a few days later 'Oh, God, I'm going to come, fucking you', rounding out with 'can I fuck your ass'? Then wash, rinse and repeat!" Steph's expression was thoughtful, but she didn't respond to my partially rhetorical rant that night. Her answer came a couple weeks later, this time for a girl's night in. Hours into it, I was so loosened by margaritas and squeal-worthy chick flicks that our husbands would have whined through that her question didn't register to me right away. "Wait, what?" I giggled. "I asked you how my little cupcake was doing today." Steph's face was calm, showing none of the flushed giddiness mine must have. I blinked rapidly, not understanding. "I...um...I don't know", I responded, still giggling a little with my alcohol-infused fogginess. The next moments seemed to happen very slowly in my blurry mind, but I found myself helpless to what was occurring. Steph had me laid on her coffee table, wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs, with my shirt and bra cut open before I uttered a word of protest. As my mouth hung open in surprise, she placed a candle like the one might find on a birthday cake- between my lips with the short command, "Close." My lips closed automatically, without a single thought. Steph rose from her place on the couch, pacing before me. "Dee, honey, I thought a lot about what you said those few weeks ago. And I can fix it. I can give you what you want, break things out of the routine. But you have to be okay with it." She paused and looked at me. "Are you?" At my slow nod, she flinched. "There's more." "I need you to trust me. Big time. Because there are things I would like to do to you that are...well, a bit different, and I'm not the type to let you say no once we start it. So, you have to trust me that you'll like what I do, even if you don't at first. Can you do that?" Her expression was so hopeful, so devastating, naked and vulnerable. I couldn't help but nod. Her answering squeal of happiness made me smile, even as she straddled me, a wicked look in her eyes. "Then let's get started, cupcake." She leaned over me, unlocking the handcuffs and leading me into their kitchen. On the counter near the dining room table, I saw several mixing bowls, ingredients, and utensils. Their presence was curious to me, but I had little time to think about it. Steph circled the table opposite me, gripping my ponytail to yank me backward over the top of it. My arms once again were cuffed down to the table legs, leaving my body stretched out on the table. I heard her grab a mixing bowl off the counter. After a few passes of a spatula through the contents, Steph began filling a pastry bag. "So, I was on a bit of a baking kick, having to make cupcakes for that bake sale at school. And I realized, with all those teeny, tiny cupcakes, I never got to eat a single one." Steph twisted the bag closed, a piping fixture fitted to the end. "So I decided I wanted my own personal little cupcake to eat." As if to punctuate her statement, she pushed the end of the piping bag straight into my pussy. The shock hit me so hard I gasped, my body bowing upward, the candle dropping from my mouth onto the floor. I felt her squeeze, forcing the sugary concoction of frosting deep into me. She released the pressure, leaving the bag hanging. The spatula in the bowl was retrieved, painting my tits with the cotton candy pink frosting. The thin layer she left had covered my breasts entirely. She then reached for the box of birthday candles. She pressed them into the layer of frosting, patiently waiting for each to dry enough to remain in position. My pussy spasmed at the feeling of her hot breath on my tits, each convulsion squeezing the bag inside me. I saw the flash of a camera and saw the screen of her laptop light up with the image of two tits, expertly frosted and topped like an adult-themed birthday cake. As I was preoccupied with the image, my brain registered the sound of a lighter. My eyes flew back to my decorated chest, to see her lighting the candles. I could see the first candle start to drip as she lit the last one. Steph stood back, arms crossed over her chest. "Make a wish, Dee. Blow them out." I blew as hard as I could, most of them going out, but my stomach twisted as I saw them sparking and re-lighting. It was then that I realized my experiences with Steph could be much more sadistic than I imagined. Steph squeezed the pastry bag into me a last time before extracting the tip from my pussy. The frosting had an odd feeling inside me, not liquid, and not solid. As I squirmed with the feeling, I felt Steph attaching my legs to the legs of the table as well. I noticed the candles each beginning to drip faster as they burned down, closer to my tits. I could see the heat beginning to dry the frosting out, baking the sugar into a solid crust. A hard smack landed on my spread open, frosting-filled pussy. My shout of surprise was met with another slap. I stared, wide-eyed at Steph as she wielded the spatula. She calmly watched the change in my expression as her arm descended again to deliver a stinging slap with the rubber spatula. I cried out again, fighting against my bonds now with each spank. My body squirming began to make the candles sputter and the wax spread. I felt a few drops, barely feeling their warmth through the layer of hardened frosting. Steph calmly reached down, extinguishing the candles that were nearest to burning me, without pausing her spanking on my bare pussy. It continued, on and on, an evenly timed spanking on my cunt. Once she extinguished the last candle, the spanking stopped and she tugged my body up further on the table until my head hung backward over the edge. I was presented with her naked pussy, which she placed over my mouth, her expectation clear. My mouth busied quickly, my tongue lapping at her clit and thrusting into her wet hole. Her moans escalated quickly, her hips rocking to force her cunt more fully on my face. She leaned over my body and I felt the cold marble rolling pin at the entrance to my sugarcoated cunt. She pressed it in as my tongue rocked on her clit. I moaned under the pressure, feeling the cold, un-lubricated pole trying to split me open. "Oh, take it, cupcake. We have to get you nice and open for the rest of the frosting." Steph's voice showed the strain of trying to push the rolling pin into me from her position over my face. She pulled on it in forceful jerking motions. I squealed into her pussy as I felt it battering at the sensitive tissues of my insides. My tongue drove deep inside her, my lips sealing and sucking at as much of her cunt as was possible. I felt her whole body shudder as she orgasmed, her pussy pressing down hard on my face. My mouth was flooded with the juices her cunt expelled. As she caught her breath, she lifted herself off my lips and walked around the table to push harder on the rolling pin she seemed determined to force completely into my pussy. I whimpered with the pressure as she bore down on one end. I collected a deep breath, nearly ready to scream when she pulled it out. She fucked me with it then, twisting and swirling it, stretching my hole open. The smoothness of it left little friction, leaving me frustrated with the need to come and no additional stimulant to enhance it. I once again felt the pastry bag inside me, filling the new space opened by the deep fucking of the rolling pin. With my head hanging backward, I wondered her next move. I felt a thin plastic tube at the entrance of my ass. Moaning, I began to buck, trying to wiggle away. I was rewarded with another smack on my already sore pussy. "Stop that, cupcake," Steph commanded. "We have to oil you in preparation for baking." At her words, the tube entered my ass with a flood of slick oil. Steph held up the rolling pin again, maneuvering to show me the pink streaks of frosting coating it. "I think this will be perfect for tenderizing the dough for my little cupcake, don't you?" My eyes went wide and my mouth open to resist, or scream, or something. Steph reached over and neatly fit her kitchen timer behind my front teeth. My noises, muffled by my inability to enunciate anything, deteriorated to panicked whimpers as she began to twist the rolling pin against my oiled ass. I felt it break into my tight hole. I moaned, long and low. She pushed hard, twisting it in the slick oil as it pressed deeper and deeper. I nearly cried as I felt the pain of it going so deep, but my brain seemed to rewire as I felt Steph's tongue licking at my still frosting-stuffed cunt. "Push it out, cupcake," she demanded as her lips sucked at my pussy. "Push that frosting out so I can eat it all up." I sighed in pleasure each time her tongue teased over my clit, bearing down to squeeze the frosting out of me. I should think things through better with Steph, because each time I bore down, I had to let up, which allowed the rolling pin to slide a partial inch further into my stretched out ass, wringing whimpers from me. Steph sucked at my clit each time I bore down, sending me higher and closer to coming. Finally, I felt her fingertips as my ass closed around the rolling pin and she devoured my cunt, bringing me to a furious orgasm. My cunt and ass clenched, feeling full as my pussy continued to drip sugary frosting. Steph dragged her fingers through my pussy lips, bringing a handful of my cum and frosting mixture to my face. "What a good little cupcake you are," she said, feeding the mix into my mouth behind the timer as it started to beep. *** This is the first of many fetishes I would like Dee and Steph to explore. If there are requests, I'd be happy to attempt them! Comments are appreciated here. Thanks to my Lit editor, DragonSlayer_OK, for the help! Chapter 2 coming soon! Adventures with Steph Ch. 02 This story is best when read with the first! Enjoy; comments appreciated! ********** This new adventure I was undertaking with Steph had me exhilarated for days. My husband was the grateful recipient of the sexual energy coursing through me. If he wondered at the change, he didn't ask me. The next time Steph called me, I could hardly contain my excitement. I spent hours getting ready to visit her, shaving my legs, putting on a touch of makeup, and taking care while I dressed. With the kids at school, we had all day. As I pulled into Steph's driveway, I saw her press a kiss to her husband's cheek and come down the walk. She climbed in to the passenger side and smiled. "On to the mall, right?" I felt my smile falter a little, but then shrugged. "Sounds good." And we had a perfectly lovely day. A few days later, Steph called again. I took care with my appearance once again, wearing something that I thought flattered me. This time, she met me at her door with a cup of coffee and the sound of preschool TV coming from inside. I sighed, nodded resignedly, and kept her company through the play date. The day after this one, our house erupted. My son broke an arm, my daughter in trouble at school, my husband working overtime and my mother came to visit. By the end of the week, I was ragged. Steph was still there, coming for coffee once and trying to get me out of the house for some relaxation time, but in the following week, it never worked out. Finally, on a school holiday, she called and invited me and the family over. Piling in the car, I closed my eyes against the dull roar coming from the backseat. We arrived, the kids still squabbling all the way up to the door. I knocked. The door flew open, Steph's kids nearly running me down as they ran out to tackle my little monsters. Steph's husband kissed her, cooler and stroller in hand. He greeted my husband, loading everyone in the car with such speed and efficiency that I realized it had all been arranged beforehand. Moments later, I was the dazed recipient of three kisses, hugs, and 'Bye, Mom's as I walked into Steph's house. I gave a short chuckle and said, "Wow, where did that come from?" In response, I felt a sharp slap across my cheek. I lifted my hand to my stinging cheek and looked at Steph in shock. Her expression was cold, calculating. "This is how you come see me?" I looked down. My jeans and t-shirt had definitely seen better days and I realized I honestly couldn't remember if I had brushed my hair this morning before putting it up in a ponytail. "I-" She cut me off with another slap before wrapping a hand in my ponytail and dragging me to the kitchen. I hit my hands and knees at the foot of a chair when she shoved me. "Take it off", she commanded. I slowly started to remove my clothes. Once they were all off, she yanked my head back. "See those two water bottles?" she asked, pointing to the large bottles on the table. At my tight nod, which pulled at her grip on my hair and made me wince, she continued. "I just finished drinking those about thirty minutes ago." Her grin was cruel in my face. "So how is my little potty today?" I tried to pull away. "Steph, no, I can't-" Another slap across my face silenced me. "Dee, I don't want to hear it." Calmly, her hand still on my ponytail like a leash, she dragged me into her bathroom. She pushed me up against the edge of her tub, my hips digging into the rim. I heard her open a drawer and then she sat on my back. Something smooth and plastic gently rubbed against my ass. The pressure of her body on my back kept me still. "Dee, you've had a hard couple weeks, I know. I just want to help you relax and I think this will do it. Sometimes it's easier to get back in the swing once you've been broken all the way down. It seems easier than trying to stay standing under all that weight. Just let it all go." With that, I felt the object lift before the sharp spank of her hairbrush. I squealed with the first, trying to wriggle away under her weight. She rained smacks down on my ass mercilessly until I felt tears falling freely down my face. The weight of all my stress seemed to crash down with it until I was openly sobbing. Only then did she stop. She pushed and prodded at me until I was kneeling in the tub, still sniffling with my tears. She lifted my chin - I'm sure my face was a mess- and sneered, "Now, potty, it's time to wash those tears away." I bent my head, shaking it and babbling with pleas for her not to do it. Again, she slapped my face. "Potty, you know I can do whatever I want to you. One more time and I'll make you drink every drop." Steph closed her thighs around my head. I could feel her pussy brushing against my forehead and I squeezed my eyes closed tight. The warmth spread, dripping down my face and in my hair. I could smell it, the tangy bitter scent making me want to breathe through my mouth. She moved then, backing away slightly, which splashed some against my lips, then down to my tits. I felt it dripping, running down over my stomach, my legs, and over my pussy. I was shocked to feel a tingle of arousal shoot through me at the utter humiliation and disgust I felt. "Okay, potty, tongue out." My eyes opened slowly and I stared up at her. She watched me calmly, expectantly. "Tongue out", she said again, enunciating it sharply. Slowly, I put my tongue out, closing my lips around it. She bent close, wiping her pussy on my tongue. I could taste the bitterness of the clinging drops, but also the flavor of her wet pussy. She used my flat tongue to rub her clit, humping against my face. I tried to move my tongue against her, which earned me another slap. "No, potty, tongue out!" she insisted. I opened my mouth, just letting my tongue lay flat against my lower lip for her to please herself against. She pushed her cunt against my mouth, rubbing until I felt her shiver and gush with her orgasm. As she came down from it, she looked at my upturned face, a cruel glint in her eye. "Did you really think those bottles of water would all be gone?" My eyes went wide, but her grip kept my mouth sealed to her. I felt it start and I squealed, the sound changing to a gurgle as it filled my mouth and began to spill out. She stopped soon enough, not forcing me to swallow more than I did with my gagging and sputtering. I spit what I could out. Steph gripped my hair, pulling me to stand as she turned on the shower. Two of her fingers pressed into my pussy. She stood behind me as the water rinsed me, her fingers playing in the baffling wetness between my legs. She turned me toward the wall, pressing my upper body against it as she started to finger me harder and deeper. My eyes fluttered closed when she pressed downward against my g-spot, rubbing it firmly, hitting it with every thrust of her fingers into my cunt. My legs spread wider, my ass moving with her rhythm until my world broke and I cried out with my orgasm. I rested against the wall as my breathing returned to normal. Steph, still behind me, lathered a bath sponge and began to wash me gently. She pulled me back against her body, the sponge gliding over my neck, shoulders, and breasts. Her other hand, still holding the bottle of shower gel, moved back to my pussy. She slowly worked the tube into my hole, fucking me slowly with it. I was quickly ramping up to another good cum when she removed it. Another bottle was placed on the tub floor. This was her shampoo and was decidedly bigger than the other had been. She put me on my knees, facing her, and lined the bottle up. She pressed me down slowly, rearranging the folds of my pussy until I felt the bottle's top open me. Steph then stood over my face, her hands on my shoulders. I licked her as she pushed down on my shoulders, pressing more of the bottle into me. She bucked against my mouth when I sucked on her clit. When she came, she shoved me down, filling me completely when my pussy lips hit the bathtub floor. The complete violation of it triggered my own orgasm, making me squeal and writhe with the bottle still embedded inside me. Adventures with Steph Ch. 03 My times with Steph were never expected. It was like she used me as her own personal doll, dressing me up to suit whatever she wanted. And somehow, as I realized this use was suiting her more than me, I opened a new awareness of my own wish to be used in the myriad of creative ways she discovered. After one surprising day of being immobile, bound completely and lying between her thighs, I asked her about it. "Steph, what gives you these ideas?" I asked, while rubbing the circulation back into my arms. Coiling rope, as casually as it was something she did daily, she paused for thought. "I suppose it's a mixture of fantasy and what I talk about with Dan." I stopped, frozen with the shock. "Dan? You mean you talk to your husband about all this?" Steph laughed. "Of course. He thinks it's great. The funny thing is, our sex life is even better now that I get all of this out with you." She looked into my expression, hers becoming questioning. "You mean, you don't?" "Steph, Mark would lose it. I don't think he would be okay with this at all. I can't tell him, he'd go absolutely crazy!" I gave a short laugh. "I mean, he's just... Mark. He's not into anything..." I searched for the right words to explain. "He doesn't like anything... different." "Oh, Dee." Steph's voice was soft and resigned. "You mean all this time, he hasn't known anything about us? We've been having an affair? Cheating?" My brain very nearly shut down. I hadn't thought of it that way. In the back of my mind, I knew the truth: the title she put on it was that truth. Cheating. "Steph, I didn't- that's not what I meant. I just- We were just having fun. It can't be that bad, right?" "Dee, you have to tell him the truth. Trust him to make the choice he needs to make." Steph handed me my clothing with a finality that had me going numb. I dressed and left with no other words spoken between us. I was lucky that night was a night out for Mark. He and a few friends, Dan included, would be out celebrating a birthday, leaving me home alone with the kids. After getting them to bed, I sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wood grain while my mind worked overtime. It seemed that by unconsciously hiding this from Mark, I had not only lost him, but had lost Steph as well. She had seemed so disappointed that I hadn't shared it with him. And thinking of it, why hadn't I? Did I distrust my husband so much to believe that he would leave me, shun me, because of these encounters? I started to think about them, in detail. The time she had spanked me like a child, the time she had plugged my ass with a tail and played games of fetch across her bedroom, the time she had pushed her fist into my pussy... The memories began to surface unbidden, heating my body as I recollected them. Why had I hidden this new side of myself? A knock came on the door, interrupting my inner battle. I answered it, surprised to see Steph, carrying a battered leather duffel, on the other side. At my invitation, she came in, rounding on me with a familiar steel in her eyes. "Go to your room", she commanded. Taken aback, I opened my mouth to protest, but thought better of it. I slowly went to my bedroom, perching nervously on the edge of my bed. Steph entered, dragging one of my kitchen chairs. She set it next to my bed. The thought drifted into my head that this was the bed I shared with my husband. I banished the thought before it could take hold. "Strip", she commanded, her tone detached as she began to pull out the same lengths of rope I had been tied with earlier that afternoon. When I was fully naked, she positioned me in the chair. My ass rested on the edge of the seat, my legs tucked behind the front legs of the chair. She bound my ankles to the chair's frame, far enough back that I had to arch my back out to keep my balance. My hands were then tied behind me and to the chair, leaving my body entirely vulnerable. I was blindfolded and gagged, the gag somehow attached to the chair back, making it impossible for me to sit up straight. Fear entered me. I was completely open, no way of hiding, in the middle of my bedroom, with my husband due home at God-knows-when. Steph, in this mood, was scary when we were alone. What was she going to do now? "Dee, your behavior has been unacceptable." Steph's voice was sharp. I heard the rattle of the duffel bag again, whimpering with the possibilities of what equipment she may have brought along. "I don't understand what would have made you hide something like this from your husband, that man you swore to share everything with. I know. You showed me your wedding video. How could you betray him so easily?" Her words hurt. It was the very dilemma I had spent hours agonizing over. I felt tears filling my eyes behind the blindfold. "You, the one who swore to love and cherish him, have passed over his feelings for your own brief enjoyment. What kind of wife are you?" I sobbed from behind the gag, the tears now soaking the blindfold. I mumbled, trying to shake my head and deny what she accused me of. "I can't hear you." I heard the whistle through the air. I sucked in a breath when the impact made my left nipple feel like it had burst into flame. I saw the mental picture of my position and realized- interrogation by Steph would be hell. "Is this the way a wife should behave?" Even as I tried to emphatically shake my head, the gag bound to the chair made it impossible. The fire came again, this time across my right nipple. "So, you think it's okay, do you, Dee? Cheating on the man who loves you?" She laid three lines of living flame across my tits. I sobbed again, my chest heaving with the labor of drawing breath. I felt the touch of the tip, gently, identifying it in my mind as a riding crop, the soft flexible tip trailing down my ribs. I squirmed in the chair, unable to cringe away from its touch. "Oh, is the poor little prisoner afraid?" Steph's steely voice held a little of the breathy anticipation I had grown to yearn for. I felt my insides flex in response, even as she brought the little whip down hard to strike the inside of each thigh. My whimpers were swallowed by her questions. "Are you sorry, Dee? Do you regret each and every orgasm I gave you?" Each question was punctuated with several slaps to my splayed open thighs. "Are you sorry for the ones you gave me? Did you think of your husband when I fucked you with my strap-on? Answer me, slut!" By the end of her tirade, I was sobbing, my thighs burning from repeated strikes from the crop. She continued to beat my thighs and breasts, ending her commentary to focus solely on letting the whip fall on what felt like every inch of sensitive skin. Finally she stopped. I knew I was a mess, tears running, spit bubbling around the gag from my garbled sobs and cries, and my skin a mottled mass of red. I felt her trail the whip from one nipple, over my shoulder as she walked behind me. Her arms laid over my shoulders, the whip trailing at my pussy lips, and her lips rested at my ear. "Does your husband know what a slut he married?" she whispered, tapping the tip methodically on my pouting cunt. I whimpered pitifully as she used the tip to probe aside the lips of my pussy. She reached down and started to feed the crop's hilt into me. I squirmed, the braided leather bumping over the sensitive flesh. "Beaten and a cheat, and still she's wet. Can't wait until Mark gets home." My breath rushed out of me like she had hit me. I squirmed trying to buck her off. She moved quickly and the next thing I felt was a slap across the face. "Stop fighting it, Dee. I know you better than that. You never would have said a word. You would have stopped being fun and hidden in your comfy little suburban wifey shell rather than tell Mark the truth. So I took it out of your hands. Right now, Dan is showing your hubby some of the pictures I took of you. The cupcakes, the spankings, and you all tied up this afternoon. And after those boys, as drunk as they might be, get home, he's going to find you just like this. I don't think he'll be able to resist." Downstairs I heard a door slam. I heard the triumph in Steph's voice. "Have fun, Dee." The bedroom door closed behind her.