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A New Way

By: conz



In my third year of college I ran out of steam. All of a sudden it seemed impossible to study, the constant flow of traffic outside my apartment's window bothered me to no end. My best friend, Jenny, allowed me to drive to her parent's place out in the country and study in her room. On top of all the problems I already had, my boyfriend up and decides it is time to move on to greener pastures at the end of out Christmas break.

By mid-March, not only did I feel rather stupid as my grades hung by the tinniest of margins but, deep inside of me, I felt totally ugly. Depression set in and it took all Jenny could do to keep me going. Her mother and her made sure I spent almost every weekend at their place. Yet, no matter how good they made me feel I sure was happy to see the end of our last week before our spring break.

Jenny's parents were to leave Friday morning for three weeks, leaving the richly decorated home to Jenny and I... Well, as long as we didn't have a constant party, that is.

I pulled in about dark that Friday night, huffed the case of Miller Lite in, adding it to the case Jenny had gotten. We sat around the living room, talking and laughing at the week of freedom before us. After three beers I was feeling pretty good.

"Hey, wantta watch a porno?" Jenny asked. "I know where dad keeps em."

"What?" I gasped. "I have never seen one."

"Well, honey, its about time you did."

I watched her long, blonde hair swinging as she hurried out the room, my eyes took in her butt as it moved from side to side. I turned my head and giggled at the naughty thing I had did but, when she came back into the room with maybe five video tapes, my eyes briefly took in her chest, instantly comparing her ample breasts to my somewhat tiny boobs.

Sliding the move into the machine, Jenny came and sat down on the couch, picked up the controller and turned the TV on, changing the channels just in time to get the introduction to the movie. She hit fast forward as I picked up my beer and took a deep swig of it.

As I sat my beer down the movie became clear as she hit "play", my eyes opening wide at what was on the screen. I turned to her then, as my mouth gaped open, back to the television where two females were hot embracing each other's naked body. "Damn!" I gasped out.

"Want me to put in another one?" Jenny said with a taunting voice that she knew would control me.

"No," I replied in a whispering as the one woman's mouth encompassed the other's breast. "I ain't never seen this stuff before."

"Some life you've lead," she said, pushing at my arm playfully. "I'll bet you never did yourself either, have ya?"

"God, Jen," I replied hotly, watching the two women going at each other, "I not that out of it."

With my beer in my hand, my eyes couldn't take in enough of what was going on in the movie. The aggressive one of the two was a red head with a hell of a set of what I could only describe as tits. The other one, a petite female with much smaller tits seemed to be enjoying the ride the other was giving her as, quickly her every long, black hair was wrapped around her face as she bucked and squirmed to the others attention..

"You think they enjoy it?" I asked, opening another beer.

"God, why wouldn't they?" Jen asked, sliding closer to me and taking a beer for herself.

"Well, you know, its just a movie."

"Look at em," Jen hissed. "Do you really think they are faking it."

"Shhhh," I said as the black-hair woman started thrashing.

All of a sudden I realized I was getting very wet from watching the action on the television. These two wild women didn't stop for a minute, going at each other as if the world would end the instant they finished.

I felt Jenny hands start rubbing the back of my neck as she had done many times when I would get tensed up from too much studying. "You need to learn to relax, Tammy, she whispered down to me as my eyes refused to leave the scene being played out before me.

"Ever have a back massage?" Jenny asked as the credits slowly moved up over the two women, still wildly embracing each other.

"No," I murmured, realizing this neck rub felt very unlike any of the others.

"Well, honey, its your lucky night," she laughed, getting up and getting a large quilt out of the wooden blanket chest her father had made. With a taunting smile she spread it out over the red velour carpet and, as the next flick came on told me to strip to my waist and lay on the quilt.

Jenny left the room as I slid my sweater up over my head, followed by my bra as my eyes now refused to leave the glowing screen of pure lust. Two women, one white and the other black were stripping each other, their hands playing with the other's body as they exposed new areas to their touching. I finished my beer, laid down on the quilt, enjoying the feel of the soft backing against my rigid nipples. Even on the quilt, I laid so I could watch what was going on between the two TV women, not even realizing that I was being led down a road along the same lines.

Warm oil on the back takes the mind off many things, knowing fingers working at the muscles creates more than their share of wild thoughts in a mind as turned on as it is drunk. Jenny's hands seemed to flow over my back as warm wishes, each wish added to by what was going on on the TV. I was a little up tight with the idea but, in my mind, I compromised that I could say "stop" anytime it seemed to be getting carried away.

I moaned softly as the white women went down on the black woman. Jenny's fingers were now flowing up along each side of my spine then, with a total softness, back down along my sides. Each time her hands went back down, she wrapped her fingers further under me, soon having her fingers taunting just along the line where my breasts met my body. I wanted to say stop, but the words were not there, the next time her fingers flowed back down, I lifted my body slightly and her warm fingers moved right over my boobs, leaving a trail of fire in their passage.

Three times her fingers burnt into my very being as they ran over nipples now standing at their most erect state. The forth time the fingers stopped, played at both nipples as I let out a deep breath.

"You okay?" Jenny's voice whispered into my ears as if she were a thousand miles away. "Yes," I moaned out.

I felt her hands move down to my pants. Fingers undid the button and soon had the zipper open. "What are you doing?" I questioned as she tugged my pants down over my hips.

"Relax, silly," she giggled, "you'll be okay."

Funny thing was, my mind did relax as she slid the pants and panties off my body, the air touching my body as if it hand fingers of its own. I was totally naked now, as she applied more oil to my butt and the back of my thighs. As her hands worked their way down, my legs opened up for her deep massaging.

"Enjoying it?" Jenny asked as she worked the muscles of my legs.

"God, yes," I groaned out, wondering if she could see how wet the movies and she had gotten me.

I felt a hand cup over my pussy, fingers lightly massaging at my womanhood. "Jenny!" I gasped out to her new touch.

"Relax, Hon," she taunted as her fingers worked up and down over my pubic mound. "You've gone too far to stop now."

She was right. The feeble protest I had managed was all that I could offer as she started exploring me from behind. As soon as she saw I was not going to put up even the feeblest fight, her fingers were seeking out my already swollen clit.

"God, I've wanted you for a long time," she said, passion dripping from each word. "Now I can show you how much I love you."

Jenny's fingers ran around and around the base of my slit then, just as I was about to crash in, she started flicking at it ever so gently. You're so pretty," she whispered down to me as her other hand ran over my butt cheeks.

"I love you too," I admitted in a passionately hissed moan.

I had never came on my belly, let alone having it induced into my by another female but, as my body tensed for the showering of feelings, my whole being accepted this new form of expression. I didn't seem able to open my legs enough as Jenny slid two fingers into my waiting wetness, stroking my climax to an even higher level of emotional release.

I lay of the quilt, trying to catch my breath as Jenny turned me over on my back, spread my legs, forcing my knees up until I was totally exposed to her desires. Opening my lips with her hands, her tongue instantly lashed out at my clit.

"Oh, MY GOD!" I gasped, lifting my head to see what she was doing. "Jenny. Jenny, please... God, don't stop."

With my lips spread wide open, not only could she lick openly at my clit, she could also suck it in and out of her lips as if it was a tiny penis that she was performing orally on. I ground my pelvis into her face, begging her to do even more. Without a word she went on exploring my wet womanhood, changing my whole outlook on life with each gentle stroking.

With her lips and tongue, Jenny only allowed me to come twice before moving on to her fingers. As if a climax from her tongue wasn't powerful enough, what she did with her fingers was tearing my mind apart. 

Fingertips massaged along both sides of my slit. As they worked their way up and down, they became more demanding as I closed my eyes, abandoning myself to her soft touch that was pulling deeper and deep into this need I have never felt before.

I was hissing out loudly from the instant her fingertip found the swollen clit. My body responded totally as she drove me on and on with the elusive flicking and tracing of the finger. Back and forth over my clit she would flick then, when I couldn't take another stroke, she would run her finger around and around the base of it, creating a whole new world of sensations to contend with.

Little did I know Jenny was creating in me a need for a woman's touch that would go far beyond this day and moment. I went from climax to climax, listening to Jenny's soft words and feeling her gentle touch. By the time she was over me, her lips firmly on mine, I knew there would always be a big place in my life for a woman lover... What I didn't know was how big a place that would become.

With our eyes looking deep into the other's, I felt her hand deep between my legs, opening me up as she made ready to finger my clit again. Suddenly I gasped, caught my breath and stared into eyes now playfully laughing at me.

Jenny had, somehow, spread my pussy lips open and forced her right lip down into me. As lip and pubic hair touched my clit my whole body jumped. "Ya have to lay still," Jenny laughed, opening me again and lowering herself back against me.

My fingers grabbed onto the quilt as she slid up and down. I may have been only a half-inch or so, but, in my mind, it was as if I was being taken by the largest cock in the world. I wrapped my arms around her back, my fingers now clawing at her warm skin, pulling her closer and closer to me as she kept up the movements that she, and only she, would ever prove to have mastered.

Climax followed climax as she rubbed her womanhood against mine. Here were to women, making pure, delightful love with body and eyes, with heart and soul. No sin could exist here as she made true love to me. No sin now as worlds and universes melted in out touching and kisses.

By the time Jen had finished with me, I was hers. We laid and talked openly about living together but, in this tiny, fucked up town it just would not be easy.

"Hey," I said excitedly, "When my grandfather died, he left us a place out in the boonies in Montana. What do you think?"

She stared at the ceiling for a long time then, with a smile, turned slowly to me. "I'm game."

A New Way



Being single again at forty something was interesting. Being divorced and fairly pretty with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a trim figure made things even more interesting. Men seemed to believe such women would be bereft of sex and thus, would be 'gagging for it' and they, attached, married or not, were just the men to help out 'the little lady.' Married women just simply hated such women as me. We were danger with a great big red flag and wide open legs.

To an extent these stereotypes were true.

After nigh on twenty years of sex on tap, ready and available for me when wanted, it was difficult to cope with its lack of ready supply. For the first couple of years, although I got my fair share of sex, it was different. It was not on tap, I could not just reach across the bed and find a ready cock. It had to be planned and arranged; sexual spontaneity for single people does not exist. That is, of course unless it is sex with oneself and via one's favourite toys. I had plenty of that and I got very adept using various strings of beads and vibrators.

As I became used to being single and had my flings, some long, most short, other stereotypes proved to be true. I was amazed at how popular I became at work, at my tennis and golf clubs and amongst my network of friends and acquaintances once it became known that I was now single. I was surprised at how many men who I had known in a couples situation told me how they 'had fancied me for so long' and 'whose wives did not understand them! With the men the popularity was many wanting to get into my knickers and with the women it was either, jealousy at my freedom or the belief that I was after their man.

During the first few years, I went with more men than really I should have. I called it my 'raining men' period for it seemed that every way I turned there was a man or three wanting to fuck me. And I admit that I let probably too many do just that. That, I learned quickly, was now as good as the norm for single women, for they had developed their own 'fuck 'em and leave 'em' mentality. Surprisingly the men seemed to accept it quite readily, but then we had for such a long time.

I can justify my behaviour to myself in many ways, although I am not always that convincing so I stopped bothering. I now just have one reason as to why I was and still am, rather promiscuous; I enjoy sex and have an avid appetite for it. 

However, since the last time I was 'in play,' over twenty years ago, things had changed. Having been off the sexual scene for so long, I had no idea how adventurous both men and women had become. Gone were the days of not having sex for several dates. It was at least half-expected on the first, but it was for certain on the second or third. And talking to other divorcees both those I knew and ones I found in internet chat rooms, these expectations were at least as prevalent amongst us fairer sex as it was among the male singles. There was without a shadow of a doubt far more equality and I was not too sure I liked that. But at least it stopped a woman being considered a slut if she had several sleeping partners.

What constituted sex had also changed.

Whilst my ex and I had what we had considered to be a satisfying, quite vibrant, fairly adventurous and creative sex life, I realised quickly that was a 'married couples' version. Time had moved on, as had dating and the availability and the nature of what more or most single people considered to be 'normal' sex. That version of a sex life was not what two single people expected or wanted nowadays. They wanted and demanded a far fuller, varied and more, what some might call, outrageous sex life. 

Oral sex both ways was de rigeur and swallowing by the lady was high on the agenda. I did not swallow my husband until we had been married for ten years, it was just not on the menu. Photographing each other or exchanging intimate selfies seemed to be in most couples play arena as did telephone sex and exchanging lurid emails. Anal sex was no longer the taboo it had been throughout my sexual 'career' and many wanted to try and quite a few expected it, and that was not just the men! Swinging, threesomes and women experimenting with other females seemed to rear their heads far more often that I would have imagined possible. Then on top of all that along came Fifty Shades of Grey.

*

Naked, apart from above the knee, leather boots, black fishnets and a beneath the bust, laced, black corset, I was laying on a narrow bed in a flat in Highgate in North London. I had clamps on my nipples and I was blindfolded. My arms were above my head with my wrists tied to the wooden bedposts with three eights of an inch gauge, white rope. My legs were wide open and my ankles were also tied to the bed with the rope. The rope also went round my body and cut into the bottoms of my breasts pushing them up a little making them look bigger than their thirty B cup size. I had a black leather collar round my throat that had a chain attached to it that Haydn had locked onto the headboard.

Totally restricted by the ropes I was unable to move very much and the tightness of the corset made that even more difficult. I really was at my limit with how tight it was round my waist and doubted if it could have been squeezed in any further. It was uncomfortable and made both my back and stomach ache. The feeling of being restrained and constricted, though, more than made up for such relatively minor inconveniences.

Hadyn had spent ages preparing me. 

He had made me strip almost immediately I had got to the flat and had walked round me 'inspecting the goods' as he put it. I liked that. He checked my body carefully for any signs of suck, bite, scratch or spank marks. He then made me bend over and rest my head on the arm of a sofa over so that he could examine my anus. Pulling my cheeks apart he gave that a visual inspection and then a short finger examination. He eased the lips of my pussy apart and ran his fingers along the crease between them.

I found this part of our repertoire, both exciting and humiliating.

"You seem to have been a good girl, Chistina," he said gently smacking my bottom. "Have you been?"

"Yes Haydn," I replied trying to recall what sexual activity I had got up to since I was last with him, which was four or five weeks ago.

"Good, because I have a special treat for you tonight."

"Thank you Haydn," I replied in the meek tone and way that was my position in our role-play.

"Now put these on," he said handing me the black, fishnet, seamed, stockings. "Sit on the spanking chair to do that," he directed me looking at the cheap wooden dining chair that he sat on when with me laid across his lap when spanking was on our agenda; it was not tonight.

I sat down and proceeded to slide the stockings up my legs. As I did so, Haydn picked up his iPhone and started taking photos particularly when my legs were open. I didn't mind for I found both the flashing and the slight demeaning exciting and I trusted him implicitly. I was slightly perplexed to see that they were not holdups and momentarily wondered whether he had bought the wrongs stockings, but I discounted that for Haydn's attention to detail was total.

He walked across the room to a wardrobe and returned to where I was seated with two boxes in his hands. Kneeling before me, he opened one box and took out a pair of high heeled, black leather boots that he proceeded to put on my feet and smooth up my legs. Cut away at the back behind my knees, the fronts of them came five or so inches above my knee.

"Put your legs out straight in front of you Christina," he told me. 

I did as Haydn asked and was delighted when he gently smoothed the thin, supple leather up my legs so they fitted like a second skin

"Walk round the room and let me look at them," he told me.

Feeling a terrific buzz due to his tenderness, my near nudity and his eyes on me I walked confidently around the room although the stockings slipping down my legs were somewhat disconcerting.

"Magnificent Christina, now here is my real present," he said opening the other box and removing a black corset. My heart pounded when he held it up to show me. I saw that it was boned and laced and I knew that I would be totally restricted in it. My pulses beat faster when I saw the four black suspender hanging down from the lacy edge of the corset

"Thank you Haydn," I said running my fingers over it and noticing how strong was the material.

"Slip it on Chrissy."

It was not so much slipping it on, for the flat, black lace was loosely threaded all the way up the back at both sides, but more stepping into it and pulling it up my legs, which I did. The silky lining was cool and smooth to my skin and the elastic suspenders with the silver buckles hung down my legs and hips. I wanted to clip those to the fishnets for they had slipped down a little, but thought it best to wait for Haydyn's direction.

Haydn was behind me and he took hold of it and I felt him pulling on the two ends of the single lace. It immediately felt good and restrictive. As he pulled harder on the lace it gripped me tighter and tighter. It took my breath away and made me squirm with discomfort as he relentlessly narrowed my normal twenty six inch waist down to around twenty two, I guessed. I stood up as straight as I could and breathed in for that relieved the pressure marginally, but, of course that was almost immediately lost when he pulled even harder on the lace. I felt as though I would not be able to breath and that he would pull it too tightly for me, but I trusted him and did not use our safe word of Literotica.

He kissed my shoulder and whispered. "You look so beautiful my darling."

I thanked him and stood there waiting for my next instruction. "It makes me feel beautiful and desirable," I whispered to him.

"Last garment Christina," he said from behind me as he put his arms round me. Holding the collar in front of me his hands brushed against my nipples. "Mmm they are nice and hard aren't they? You have wonderful nipples Christina, you know that I adore them don't you?"

"Yes Haydn, thank you," I muttered. 

Although my areolas are on the small side only just over an inch in diameter, my nipples are very pronounced. A few sessions ago Haydn had measured them. They are three eights of an inch in diameter and they stand out from my breasts by half an inch. When I am aroused they do not swell very much, but go so hard that they can seriously embarrass me even when I am wearing a bra, which more and more recently I do not.

"They were just made perfectly for our nipple clamps weren't they?"

"Yes Haydn they were."

"Let me put this on first Christina then we can use the clamps."

As he pulled the black leather collar round my neck I noticed that it had a chain about a foot long hanging down the back with a ring on the end and another smaller ring on the front just by the Adams apple. I had no idea what either were for

"You know where the clamps are C, why not go and put them on?"

"I will," I said happy to obey him. I was feeling thrilled at both the feeling I would get from having my nipples pinched for what could be the next few hours and from the pleasure I knew that it gave Haydyn.

I walked across the room, past the window that was open and to the cupboard beside the bed. I went to squat down to look in it, but Haydn called out.

"Stop Christina, what have I told you about bending down?"

I remembered that he had said I should always bend from the waist adding. "So that Christine I can see those delicious, plump cunt lips and your arsehole."

"I am sorry," I replied straightening up and bending as I had been instructed. It felt so much better knowing that Haydn would be looking at my bottom and vagina.

"That's very good so we will forget about your forgetfulness this time."

I couldn't see the clamps. "They are not here Haydn."

"Oh no that's right I took them home so that I could put them on Anne," he said referring to his wife and making me feel a little jealous. "Here open this," he said throwing a package to me that I just managed to catch. 

Opening it, I found a pair of small clamps on a chain. The chain was connected to each clamp with a clasp so that it could be removed.

"Come here," he ordered.

I went and stood in front of him. He removed one clamp, threaded the silver chain through the ring on the front of the collar then refixed the clamp. Each clamp hung down my body nearly to my waist.

"Put them on."

I pressed the clamps open and slowly clipped them to each of my nipples. Both hurt, but other than a low grunt I did not show it. It is always more difficult and painful putting them on yourself than when your dom does it and Haydn knew that very well.

"You look lovely," he said slipping his hand downwards and cupping my pubic mound. His fingers slid along my slit.

"Mmmmm you are wet aren't you?"

"Sorry Haydn."

"Never mind. Now you can do up the suspenders."

I stretched the elastic of the first suspender and fitted the top of the fishnet to it. It was a nice sensation as the nylon net stretched and moulded itself round my leg. I clipped the other three suspenders on and felt good with the stockings tops well above mid-thigh.

"That looks good Christina, you have lovely legs."

"Thank you Haydn."

"You know what we are going to do now, don't you?" He asked. We had discussed what we were going to do this evening and that it was going to be a bondage time. So far, the way he had groomed and prepared me, far surpassed anything we had done before and I wondered what the remainder of the evening had in store for me.

"Yes Haydn," I said quietly

*

I met Haydn at a book reading group I had joined. In my view, he was by some margin the brightest person there. He had the ability to 'see' far more into a writer's words than the rest of us and possessed the verbal communication skills not only to explain his views to the rest of, but also to persuade us round to his views. He not only had all that, but also a confidence that gave him enormous gravitas and presence. He was very much the 'leader of our group' as I suspected he would be with most groups in which he was involved. He enthralled me.

I was then, and pretty much always have been and am now, a sucker for intelligence. A bright, fertile, alert and analytical mind has always made the elastic of my knickers loose. Hearing eloquent phrasing analysing a difficult issue has generally made them start to slide down and listening to someone coming to a unique conclusion can, in my mind, have them sliding down my legs and bundling round my ankles. 

Metaphorically, I could feel the waistband of my knickers loosening the second time we were both at the reading group together. It got looser the next time and on the fourth time when a few of us had a drink afterwards I could feel them sliding down. Then on the fifth time, when he and I went for a drink together, just the two of us, they slid down and formed a pool of black cotton and lace round my feet.

"I desire you utterly," he whispered into my ear as we sat side by side on the small bed in the flat in Highgate.

I kissed him deeply and opened my legs as his hand slid up them.

"But you need to realise, Christina, that I am different to other men."

"Yes I know that."

"But you do not know how I am different sexually."

I was not paying too much attention as he had slipped his fingers inside my panties and was rubbing my clit. I was highly aroused and near to an orgasm when his next words did sink in. "I will not want to fuck you Christina, ever?"

"Is that because you are married," I asked feeling very surprised and a little disappointed.

"In part yes, but also because I want more and will give you more than mere penetration."

I had no real idea what he was talking about so I just said. "No? Really and what is that?"

"I want more than your body, I want your mind. I want to control and direct you Christina Maria in a way that you have never been controlled and directed before."

As his fingers slid inside me and as he nibbled my aching nipple I mumbled.

"I don't understand."

"You do not need to understand, just do as I say and your life will change. You have no idea what you have been missing, what has not played a part in your life and what you have not savoured. You will have sexual pleasures to a level that your mind and body cannot even imagine."

Despite us being alone in the bedroom of the flat in which he stays during the week, his home is in North Devon, and my skirt was bunched round my waist, my panties were round my knees, my blouse was undone and my tits were out of my bra, he made no effort either, to undress or, fuck me. Nevertheless he made me cum several times with his fingers and I went home a sexually satisfied, but very confused woman. It was one of the few times I had been pleasured to the point that I felt sexually sated, but had not held or even touched the man's penis.

Although with my ex I had enjoyed a full and varied sex life and since breaking up I have, to put it mildly, overindulged myself, I always felt something was missing. It was not that I did not have orgasms for I have only ever feigned them twice. In fact I sometimes, particularly since being single again, cum a little too easily. I could not put my finger on what it was that I wanted, but was not getting. 

On occasions I wondered if deep down I was really a lesbian. I had messed around with other girls at college, but then in the early nineties with Basic Instinct being the rave film and Sharon Stone being voted the most desired woman in the world by both men and women, it was almost expected, certainly from students. That did not explain, however, why I had so easily recently been to bed several times and had sex with Jessie my tennis partner. Perhaps, I had concluded, my need for other women that had lain dormant was now surfacing and was stemming my feelings for hairy chests and stiff penises. I could not completely buy that idea for I still yearned for both hairy chests and stiff penises, rather more than I did for smooth skin and soft breasts. 

Haydn telling me that my life would change, that there was something missing in my sex life and that with him, 'if I did as I was told,' I would have extreme sexual pleasure, struck a chord with me. Was what he promised, although I had no idea how he would fulfil his promise, the missing element in my life I wondered?

He was not at the reading class the next week and I felt a surge of disappointment, both at him not being there and at him not letting me know; we had exchanged mobile numbers and email addresses. I tried to stop myself for I am not man chaser, but I text him and asked if he was ok. He came back that he was ok, but said nothing else. Feeling a little humiliated I did not want to end the text conversation.

'Will you at the next class?' I wrote.

'Maybe.'

Then there was a long pause as I wondered if I was chasing him too much? I realised that I was, but could not stop myself writing.

'I really enjoy the class. Do you?'

'Yes otherwise I would not go,' was the terse reply.'

After the extreme intimacy in that sparse flat I was feeling disappointed and let down that he had made no effort either, to follow it up or, to arrange anything further. I didn't know what to say or write though. He was clearly being 'tight lipped' and, I thought, now he had made a sort of love to me that he did not want me any more. I was surprised, therefore, when another message came in from him. It said.

'Take your top and bra off and send me a selfie of your tits.'

In this new world of dating that I had joined since my divorce, I had found taking selfies of yourself partially or fully undressed to be quite common. I now had a small collection of cockshots on my phone as well as copies of what I had sent of me. I found the way that he had asked for it without a preamble or even a please or thank you to be both rude and demeaning, but, nevertheless I was drawn to the idea of taking a selfie. It hit me hard when I realised that I wanted to please him, show myself to him and yes, flaunt my body at him.




A New Way



After a few moment's hesitation and thought I text back.

'Ok.'

Although I had taken a few before, my hands were shaking as I removed the blue cashmere sweater, undid my bra and dropped that on a chair. After making sure that my nipples were erect by pinching them, I fluffed my hair up and staring straight into my phone I took a couple of shots. They were no good so I took several more until I had one I liked. I sent that to him.

A message came back quite quickly.

'Thank you Christina, you look lovely, now I want one of your bottom with you naked.'

That was more difficult to arrange, but I managed it by taking a photo of the back of me in a mirror. 

'You have a lovely bottom Christina do you like it being spanked?'

'I don't' know Haydn, It has never been spanked.'

'Then it will be my pleasure to take your spanking virginity won't it?'

At first I thought of objecting, but the idea got to me. I had read about it and had several conversations in chat rooms about the whole ritual of spanking. Again realising that I wanted to please him I text back.

'Yes Haydn.'

I did not hear anything from him after that and during the few days before the next class my mind was in a whirl. I had read Fifty Shades of course and although I found the book to be poorly written I did connect with Ana. I could feel her attraction both to Christian and to what he offered and delivered. I had no idea why? I had read though that many women who feel an attraction to BDSM and being submissive to a dom or domme, are not at all like that in their business or social lives. Many have successful careers, hold down high powered jobs and have control over people. They are influential and persuasive and in many ways controlling. I associated with that type of woman just as much as I associated with what both Christian Grey and Haydn were saying.

I researched the web and learned a lot more about it. I saw many of the signs in me that are prevalent in active submissives and I could more and more see myself as becoming Haydn's woman. I read about a film called The Secretary featuring Maggie Gyllenhall and managed to find clips from it. It was really the predecessor of Fifty Shades and I found myself masturbating as Maggie was demeaned, humiliated, tied up and spanked.

I had not heard from him between sending him the selfies and the next reading class. I wanted to contact him, but felt intimidated so I did not nothing. I was devastated when I got to the class and he was not there. My mind was all over the place so I took in little of what was discussed. All I could think about was Haydn. I went over that evening we spent in the flat and how he made me cum several times, how he did not undress or try to fuck me, the words he had said about wanting my mind and controlling me, the recent text exchanges, taking the selfies, him talking about spanking my virgin bottom and the feelings I was developing about this whole new world of sexual deviation, or was it?

As I left and was walking to my car I felt someone behind me. I increased my pace, but so did they. I knew I had to go down a dark alleyway to get to the car park and I was scared, particularly as I got nearer to that so the person behind me got closer to me. As I turned into that alleyway I looked over my shoulder and was relieved but also a little annoyed to see that it was Haydn.

"You should be careful in dark places like this in this area he said."

"Hello Haydn."

"Hello Christina," he replied. "Come for a drink in a pub."

That was not said as an invitation, but was issued as an order. It did not enter my head to refuse.

"Yes Haydn.

"Where's your car?"

"In the car park where it was last time."

"Good, let's go."

"Ok," I replied feeling excited that we were having a date, well sort of.

As I shut the door after getting in the car, he said. "Take your panties off."

"What?" I replied wondering if I had heard him correctly.

"And your bra," he went on ignoring my question.

"Where?" I naively replied.

"Right here," he said.

The car park was fairly dark, but not so much that people passing by would not be able to see me if they looked in.

"Someone might see."

"Yes they might," he coolly replied. "So hurry."

Fortunately I was wearing a skirt so removing my panties was easy and not very revealing. 

"Give them to me," Haydn said as I took the panties off. I did. The bra, however, was different. I was wearing a tight sweater that had to be pulled over the head to remove it meaning I would be completely bare above the waist as I removed my bra.

As I pulled the sweater off Haydn said.

"You have lovely breasts Christina and wonderful nipples. "Make them hard for me. Touch them."

I was horrified. Sitting there topless I was scared that someone would come along and see me, but still I felt powerless to refuse.

"Cup both breasts and pinch both nipples at the same time," he told me leaning back and turning in his seat to look at me. Just as I was holding each breast and pinching each nipple he opened his door. That of course caused the inside light to come on and my half nudity was bathed in what seemed like brilliant light.

"Please Haydn, no," I gasped.

He just looked at me and kept the door open. "Caress them and squeeze them."

"No, no please."

"Do as I say or I will make you take the skirt off as well and have you rub your cunt until you cum."

I did as he said.

We sat close together behind a table in the quite crowded pub. He made me go to the bar to get the drinks although he paid for them. 

"Why do you want me to get them," I rather bravely asked him?

"Because I want so see your bare tits wobbling and your nipples poking out of the sweater," he said putting his hand into my lap. "And when you come back I am going to get my hand up your skirt and onto the wet cunt of yours."

To my huge embarrassment, but even huger thrill he did just that.

"Right I have to go."

"Do you want a lift," I asked hoping he would invite me to the flat.

"No, I like walking at night. I may see you next week."

I got home disappointed a little confused, but strangely aroused. The drive was different in that I was naked under the sweater and skirt and that made me remember he had kept my panties. I fumbled around on the floor of the car and was relieved to find my bra.

I had only just got home when there was a message on my iPhone.

"Did it excite you having no knickers on driving home?"

"Yes, it did."

"What about in the pub, did that thrill you?"

"Yes Haydn."

"But you did not cum did you?"

"No I didn't."

"Next time I want you to cum."

"How can I do that?"

"Certainly with difficulty, but it will be up to you how you cum. Now undress."

"What do you want me to take off?"

"Everything."

I did as he told me and then masturbated as he spoke to me on the phone. Each evening that week, apart from the Saturday and Sunday when I did not hear from him he telephoned me and persuaded me to masturbate, I did not need much persuasion.

"Tomorrow go to work with no panties on," he told me.

"So have you?" He asked when he phoned me just after I arrived at work.

"Yes."

"Where are you at your work?"

"At my desk."

"In an office?"

"No."

"Go to a meeting room."

"I am not sure I can."

"Then try hard."

I found one and went there.

"Ok I am in a meeting room."

He then got me to masturbate and it was amazing. Although I sat in what would be the last position anyone would look, I knew that at any time someone could, despite the engaged sign being on, walk in. That simply made the whole experience more powerful.

"We will go back to the flat this evening," he said at the next reading class. "Go in the loo and take your panties and bra off. I want to see your tits wobble as you walk back in."

"Why my panties" I asked worried that he would do something in front of the class?

"Firstly," he hissed putting his mouth close to my ear and gripping my arm so tightly it hurt. "Because I told you to and secondly because I am going to finger your cunt all the way home in the car."

He did as well and made me cum when we stopped at traffic lights.

That evening for the first time in my life I had my bottom spanked.

As time went on I fell more and more under Haydn's spell. He slowly manipulated me and gradually dominated me. This was not just when we were together, but also each day when we were apart. He told me what to wear, or more to the point often what not to wear. He made me promise to flash my tits and legs on the train or when shopping and then email him about it. He made me do things like drive to the flat with my blouse undone, masturbate with him watching on a cam, use a brush handle and then a cucumber as a dildo to fuck myself.

At the flat he spanked me several times both on my bottom and on my pussy, made me walk round the room for ages gradually undressing and ordered me to masturbate as he watched. At other times he would arouse me to the point where I was ready to climax and then would stop me and would deny me that pleasure. Although he never fucked me or let me touch or suck his cock, he would sometimes masturbate as I watched. When he did that he would cum on my breasts, face, thighs, tummy or bottom. Once he wrapped my long, blonde hair round his cock and wanked himself so that his cum went into my hair; he made me drive home like that.

I knew that he was illustrating to me that gradually I was becoming his sub, almost his slave. He was breaking me in like they do young colts. He was teaching me to do what he told me to do without thinking or arguing and gradually he was changing my outlook and thinking. This was to the point that with most men I would have told them to fuck off at some of things he made me do, but with Haydn it did not enter my head. 

In a way I had not even realised I was falling in love with him. I wanted to be told to do things and I wanted to please him. Why? Because I knew that what he was doing to me he was doing to give me pleasure and he did that continuously. Also I realised that in his way and in the way of D/s 'practitioners' he was falling in love with me.

In the three months or so that I had known Haydn he had made no effort to fuck me either virginally or anally. I would have willingly let him do either. He explained that Missus Doyle his wife was the only person he would have sex with and that if he did that with anyone else it would be disloyal to her.

"And Christina, Missus Doyle is the perfect slave to me and I cannot be unfaithful to my slave can I?"

I did not like to say that made me jealous or ask what was I, if his wife was the perfect slave?

*

So it was through that gradual process that I had arrived at this evening. This evening in the flat, this evening where I was naked apart from the fishnet stockings, the thigh high boots and the corset all of which Haydn had bought me. This evening where Haydn my master and my dom had dressed me and was preparing me for the ritual that was taking place. This evening where he had so carefully tied me up and had bound my ankles and wrists to the bed. This evening where he had put clamps on my nipples and this evening where I watched as he undressed.

This was not the norm. He almost religiously resisted any attempt I made to touch him and when I had asked once if he would undress, he had punished me saying.

"It is not your place to ask for anything Christina," he told me as he tipped the candle holder a little so that that the molten wax splattered onto my bare stomach just above my pubic patch that a few days ago he had shaved.

The nipple clamps had been on for twenty or so minutes and were beginning to hurt me. I knew from previous experience that would go away soon and that my breasts would be filled with a deep ache and a glowing warmth. As my body became attuned to the invader so the sexual ache in my nipples would be accentuated by the clamps pinching them tightly. It really was, I had learned, a balancing act between the pain and the payback that came by way of the other feelings I got as a by-product of the clamps gripping the tips of my tits.

I had learned so much since meeting Haydn and I knew that I would be eternally grateful to him for introducing me to this new way of life. In my situation, being single and having a married man as my dom, I could not live the life as full as recently I had realised I wanted. Maybe that would come one day I kept thinking and hoping.

The feelings going through me as I lay there completely restricted by the ropes that I realised got tighter when I struggled, were awesome. I loved so much being restrained and helpless. Additionally the corset that in a way was hurting me, added to the feelings of total capitulation and dependence on Haydn. 

I was aware that he rented the flat on a weekly basis and did not spend the weekends there. I was not sure whether to believe him when he told me that at the weekends he rented it to a prostitute, but I did not think much about it as I would never meet her. Being a Friday evening I knew that at any time he could walk out and leave me and I would be there until whenever the prostitute arrived. On the other hand I had such trust in him and knew that if he did that then he would leave a way out for me.

As he removed his trousers and I saw the ladies panties that he always wore, he was completely erect. He has a good cock. It is thick and fairly long and beautifully smooth, not that I had been allowed to touch it, but he had rubbed it over my breasts and face a few times. He was wearing pink lace, bikini panties that had a cutaway back so that there was just a slither of material running between his beautifully pert cheeks. The pouch at the front was see-through and his cock reared up and out of the waist band. I found seeing the end of it poking out of the elastic to be particularly sexy.

I was a little surprised when he removed them and momentarily posed for me his fingertips idly, almost stroking that large ridge that runs up the back of a cock. He walked across the room to where I had neatly placed my clothes. He picked up my black thong and smiling at me and saying. "Don't mind do you Christina," he slipped it on? That gave me yet another surge of arousal for I was so proud and pleased that he wanted part of me against his gorgeous cock and balls and, on top of that, he did look so sexy.

He went to a cabinet on the other side of the room and returned to beside the bed. 

"Lift your head Christina."

I did as he said and then realised that he was holding an eye mask. He slipped it on and everything was black. Having my sight removed was not an unpleasant sensation especially when with someone I loved and in whom I had such trust.

I felt his fingers softly touching the insides of me thighs. It was lovely.

"Oh my god," I howled as he pulled on the nipple clamps hurting me.

"You have to learn how to combat such things."

"Yes I am sorry."

He pulled on them again and this time I did not make a sound although the pain was quite intense. I guessed, though, that it would not last that long and I was prepared to suffer to please him for I knew that he was doing what he was doing to please me.

Then everything went quiet and still. He stopped touching me or saying anything. I lay there trussed up like a turkey, with white ropes round my arms, legs, ankles and body biting into my flesh and probably causing that to mark and redden as I moved. My last visual impression was of Haydn standing over me wearing my black panties with his erect cock sticking out of the waistband. I knew that my bare breasts would be stretched by my arms being tied above my head and I was extremely aware that between my spread-eagled legs, my bloated and soaked sex would be on view to him. I could visualise the black leather collar round my neck being attached to the headboard and the silver chain holding the nipple clamps falling across my upper chest.

I heard the shutter on his camera or phone and knew that he would be taking photos so that we could relive the scene when he played them through a tablet onto the large plasma on the wall.

I felt something pressing right against the lips of my pussy. Momentarily I hoped that it was Haydn's cock and that he was going to fuck me, but the rest of his body was missing. Then I realised that it must be a dildo or one of the vibrators that he had used on me several times. As he eased it between my ready and opening lips he did not say anything. Knowing that he was doing what he was doing was for our mutual pleasure, I did not think that I should speak so I lay there and revelled in the glorious feeling of what was, a large, probably plastic, dildo being carefully and lovingly inserted into my most intimate place. As it went up me I realised that it was not just long, but was wonderfully thick as well so that it stretched my lips to their fullest. Inevitably, the sensations on the sensitive nerve ends of my lips and the insides of my pussy were strong and I writhed slightly. That tightened both the ropes round my wrists, ankles and body and the collar round my neck. At the same time, the corset seemed to have got tighter so that as my vagina and stomach were filled with gorgeous feelings, the parts of my body, restrained with the ropes, and now my waist were full of pain. The combination was awesome and for a moment or two I thought I might faint, but I did not and instead I lay there my entire body racked with incredible sensations and my mind whirring with my gratitude to Haydn for what he was doing to me.

Still nothing was said and the picture left in my mind as I could see nothing was of Haydn standing beside the narrow bed his cock fully erect and poking out of the top of my flimsy thong. It was a nice and stimulating vision.

With the dildo up me as far as it could go and with it stretching my opened lips to their fullest, I assumed that Haydn would now push it in and out of me to make me cum. I was looking forward to that. The preparation of me undressing, Haydn dressing me in the erotic clothes I knew that he would have enjoyed buying, putting on the nipple clamps, him tying me up, attaching my wrists and ankles to the bed, him undressing and putting on my panties and then inserting the dildo in me had primed me. It had made me ready to give myself into him and to sexual arousal, to receive the thrills and excitement he provided and it had prepared me to cum, many times as I always did when with him.

But he did not start pumping it in and out of me as if I was being fucked. No, as usual nothing was straightforward with Haydn, there was always a catch, a diversion or an addition. He thought outside of the box to give me, his now true submissive, the pleasure and enjoyment our burgeoning relationship warranted.

The instrument buried deep inside me and filling my vagina started to buzz, it was a vibrator. The sensation was fantastic and I lay there enjoying an orgasm that burst over me suddenly with enormous power. I made little noise other than a few groans and grunts; Haydn did not like me to show my sexual emotions. 

Although I made little noise he would have known that he had made me cum, by my head flailing from side to side, my back arching and my thighs tensing. 

I hoped that he would stop the vibrator for a while, but he did not and instead he turned the speed of it up. I heard the shutter on the camera on his phone clicking away recording every incident and my pulse raced even more when I thought 'I will see this soon on the TV.' The creaking on the floorboards told me he had moved away from the bed and I heard him sit down. His phone pinged as he rang a number. I could not believe it, but realised that it was another form of test, another way of confirming our roles and my position as his total submissive. It got stranger though when he started to speak.




A New Way



"No I will not be home until ten so have my dinner ready for then."

'Oh my god,' I thought he is talking to his wife.

I realised that if he was to be home at ten he was not staying at the flat tonight and he would have to leave very soon.

"That does not matter, you do not need to know," he told her, possibly in response to her asking where he was.

"I cannot hear any buzzing, it must be something on the line," he said obviously replying to his wife asking about the sound of the vibrator that was buried in me as he sat wearing just my panties watching me start to cum again.

His conversation with his wife turned to more mundane matters and he asked what she had been doing today and how were the children? Over the next twenty minutes or so, the vibrator and the environment made me cum several more times. Then he said.

"I will be feeling very aroused when I get home so wear something very special for me."

The call ended with Haydn telling his wife that he loved her.

I felt humiliated and demeaned by the way that he had made me cum over and over again as he talked to his wife. I knew that it was just another illustration of the discipline of our relationship and his power over me and I understood completely that this was part of our D/s life. So in addition to the feeling of humiliation, I was excited and thankful that he had taken the time to give me the pleasure he had.

I heard him get up and move towards the bed. He pulled the mask off me, but left the vibrator buzzing away deep in my pussy. I had lost count of the orgasms that had roared through, but seeing him standing over me in my panties yet another started building up in me. He removed the panties and wrapped them round his cock that he started to rub. He moved closer so that it was pointing at my face. I smiled and nodded my agreement to what I knew that he was about to do. And then his cock seemed to explode and three or four long streams of cum shot from his cock and splattered onto my face and neck. It was on my cheeks and lips, across my eyes with some in my hair; as usual there was a lot of it.

He wiped his cum away from my eyes with my panties, but left most of the sticky goo on my face and chest. He started to dress and slipped the panties into his pocket. I wondered what he was going to do next and what was going to happen to me. I soon found out.

"I will see you next week at the class."

"Haydn, what about me" I said in a near begging tone.

"Missus Bryant will be home in an hour or so, you have nothing to worry about," he said turning, walking out and leaving me trussed up with my face still covered in his cum and the vibrator buzzing in my cunt.



A New Way of Life



My first story was fairly well received, save for a few self righteous who condemned me for having an affair while married to me ex-husband. I found that rather comical considering most of the guys who slammed me were probably here sneaking behind their wives backs looking for jerk off material. Oh well, can’t please everyone. Anyway, this is the story of how my life has changed since then. It will take a while to explain the events which led up to our first real encounter, so I apologize if this is a little slow, but I promise, it gets hot later, so read on!

Six months after my 1st story, “A New Years Rendezvous”, our youngest graduated from high school and I felt I was finally free to find happiness in my life. My husband and I divorced that summer and I began living out my fantasies. Within a year, I met a man on the internet from Texas and he turned out to be the love of my life. I soon moved to Texas and a year later, we were married.

Stoney, my new husband, is the perfect mate for me. He is a wonderful husband, devoted and loving, and is as sexually charged as I am. While we were dating, I began to realize he really enjoyed watching me flirt with others. We had endless conversations about our sexual fantasies and it was only a matter of time before he began to loosen and trust in our relationship enough to be able to say what he really wanted. Stoney had spent 20 years in a basically sexless marriage and was ready to make up for lost time.

On New Years Eve of 2000, he really let it all go by telling me he wanted to watch me flirt with strangers. We went to a small club with mostly middle aged guys, girls and couples. I was pretty nervous, I think mostly just the jitters about how sincere he was about all of this. Was he just testing my fidelity? 

I took it pretty slow, flirted with a couple of guys and then finally singled one out that I danced with several times. Stoney really did seem to enjoy the show I was putting on, but the evening ended uneventfully. Stoney and I went back to his apartment and just talked about what had happened and how much he enjoyed watching me. 

About a month later, we took the next step. We found an off premise club where adults could go and dance, where most usually ended up dancing nude. The men were not allowed to be fully nude, but women are. There is no sex allowed, but a little casual touching and groping does take place. I was still not real sure about all of it. I guess it was just hard to believe that a man would really be okay with watching his fiancé with someone else. 

Events progressed rather slowly the first few months. We did end up having same room sex with a couple of different couples. The first time, we went back to Stoney’s with another couple we met at the club. Mostly, it was her and I having a bit of lesbian sex, which was most enjoyable, but the other girls’ boyfriend really wanted it to go further. I was still hesitant, but did allow that it would be okay for the guys to go down on us. Stoney on the other girl, and the other guy on me. His tongue was marvelous and I wanted to fuck him soooo bad! I had already watched him fuck the other girl and he really did know how to slam that cock! But, I was still determined and cautious. I was already madly in love with Stoney and didn’t want to screw up the relationship. 

We talked about it afterwards, and once again, Stoney reassured me that I was free to do anything I wanted. About a month later, we met another couple online. We met them at the club (they had been thee once before), and after dancing and drinks, we decided to go back to their house. The woman was sideways across the bad. I was going down on her and she had her head bent backwards giving her husband head. Stoney was patiently watching the action. 

I began kissing my way up her body. As I neared the action going on at her mouth, I decided it was time to see if this was for real. I flicked my tongue across her nipples for a while, until I noticed his cock pop out of her mouth. It was rock hard and staring straight at me. Not that big, only about 5 or 6 inches, but hard as a rock and had a beautiful bell head on it. As I moved up further, I turned my head slightly so I could see Stoney and allowed my tongue to flick out over the head of that lovely cock. The look on Stoney’s face told me all I needed to know. 

In just a few moments, Stoney was rocking my wet pussy like never before as the other woman and I enjoyed her husbands throbbing cock. But again, I wasn’t ready for the next level, so the night ended without a full swap. 

Each time we had sex after that, Stoney kept telling me how beautiful it was watching me such that cock. As he would talk to me, his cock would get so hard, I thought it would burst! 

We met with one other couple right before we were married. We played strip scrabble with them and I ended up sucking the guy off to completion twice, but again, no intercourse. 

It was after this encounter that Stoney finally let it all out. He told me that unless I was just really into the lesbian part of it, there was really no reason to meet up with couples as the other woman was really just in the way. He said he didn’t mind, he enjoyed going down on other women and having them go down on him, but the main thing for him was to just watch me and another guy, preferably a very well hung guy. Now Stoney has a nice package, about 6 or 7 inches and quite thick, but he wanted to see me with something much bigger. 

We began looking for single guys on the internet and found a few, but nothing that really clicked. We had one guy over who was in real estate and learned from that experience that we had to request a nude picture first. The guy was very nice, but turned out to have a very small dick. I mean, very small. Only about 3 or 4 inches when fully erect. 

The next guy had an average sized cock, but there just was absolutely no chemistry. I did give him a nice blowjob though, which led to some wonderful sex afterwards with Stoney. 

Stoney and I got married shortly after that encounter, and I decided this was all for real, that he really did get off just watching me with others, so as a wedding gift, I decided to give him what he really wanted. 

We had continued to search the net for partners and we ran across Max, a 30 something black guy who sent a pic of a beautiful 8 or 9 inch cock that was very thick. The weekend after we got back from our honeymoon, we invited Max over to meet us.

Stoney had laid out a plan. Always wanting to make sure I was okay with everything, he told me that if I was okay with it, to go to the restroom and when I came out, close the bathroom door behind me. The bathroom door can be seen from the living room, so he said if the door was left open, he would thank Max for coming out and tell him we would call him if we decided to get together. If I closed the door when I came out, Stoney would find an excuse to leave us a lone for a few minutes so I could get the ball rolling.

As I got ready that evening, I had made up my mind what was to happen. I dressed in blue nylons blue panties and matching blue shelf bra. I didn’t want to give away too much too early, so I placed bandaids over my nipples. Finished dressing in a black satin blouse and black skirt with modest black heels. About 8:30, Stoney began fixing me drinks and put on several good cd’s to set the mood. He also lit candles all over the house and turned down the lights.

About 9:30 that evening, Max showed up and was even more handsome than his pictures. He was in terrific shape, about 6 feet tall and a very solid 180 or so pounds. We had drinks and enjoyed some great conversation for about an hour or so, just getting acquainted. I had already made up my mind earlier that day, that if Max turned out to be anything like his pictures, I was going to give Stoney a real treat. As far as he knew, this was just an opportunity to watch me give a blowjob to that lovely hard black cock we had seen in the pictures. I gave him no indication that it would be anything else. 

About 11:00, after a lot of flirting and suggestive talk, and the drinks, which Stoney kept refilling, having their effect, I excused myself to go the restroom. As I sat down to pee, I reached up and caressed my breasts, which were so sensitive from the anticipation that had been building inside me. I freshened myself up a bit, noting how wet and sensitive my pussy had become. I took several deep breaths, reached inside my blouse and removed the bandaids covering my nipples. Remembering Stoney’s plan, I was sure to close the bathroom door behind me. 

Only a few minutes after returning to the living room, as if on que, a Barry White cd began to play. Stoney noticed immediately that I had closed the door behind me. He freshened our drinks again, then, true to his word, excused himself to the restroom. Knowing it was now or never, I said to Max, “Oh, I just love Barry White. Would you like to dance?” 

He said, “Of Course” and I told him we should go into the den, where there is more room. I’m sure by now he had noticed my erect nipples protruding against the thin satin fabric and he instantly pulled me against his chest. He wrapped his big strong arms around me and we danced for slowly to the next two songs. 

By the third song, ironically titled, “I’ll do anything you want me to”, we were humping up against each other. His cock was firm, but not yet fully hard and felt so magnificent against me. 

The music was louder in the den and I wasn’t sure if Stoney had come out of the bathroom yet or not. He told me later that he had, and when he saw that we were not in the living room, he took a seat in a dim corner of the dining room where he could watch us without disturbing us. 

When Max finally spoke, telling me how wonderful I felt in his arms, I looked up at him and smiled. He lowered his head to kiss me and I felt my stomach turn summer-saults. Our tongues teased each other throughout the next song. When it finally ended, I broke our kiss and moved back slightly, looked deep into his eyes and slowly began to lower myself to my knees, my hands slowly trailing down his firm chest and stomach and stopping on his belt. I looked up into his eyes as I began to unbuckle his belt. 

We had moved out of Stoney’s sight and it was about this time that he quietly moved into the den, but tried very successfully not to disturb us. I didn’t even know he was in the room. As I peeled down Max’s slacks, I saw the quickly growing shaft inside his briefs. His cockhead was almost poking out of the waistband. 

I opened my mouth and put my lips on either side of the firm shaft, feeling it’s firmness through the material. As I did this, I hooked my fingertips under the waistband. When I moved back to slip them down, it was then that I noticed Stoney quietly sitting in the corner, his eyes mesmerized on what was happening only a few feet away. 

I lightly took the shaft in my fingertips, looked deeply into Stoney’s eyes and mouthed the words, “I love you” as I moved my open lips over the beautiful cockhead. Stoney firmly squeezed his throbbing cock through his slacks as his eyes displayed the approval of what he was seeing. 

Satisfied that Stoney was thoroughly enjoying the show, I focused my full attention on the engorged shaft in my mouth. As I lightly drew my long fingernails over Max’s smooth shaven ball sack, I would open my mouth as wide as possible, take the shaft as deep as I could, then slowly and lightly close my wet lips around it and ever so slowly withdraw my lips back to the firm cockhead. I was careful not to move too quickly, not knowing Max’s staying power, I didn’t want to push him over the edge. But over the next fifteen or so minutes, I managed to cover every bit of that gorgeous cock and those cum-filled balls with my wet tongue and lips. 

I finally stood up and took Max by the hand and said, “Let’s go get a bit more comfortable.” 

With that, I led him into our bedroom, where Stoney had several candles burning, just enough to give off enough light for him to be able to see every detail, but he had no idea just what those details would include. Once in our bedroom, Max turned me around and kissed me deeply. Then he began to undress me. He unbuttoned my blouse and before removing it, bent to gently suckle my erect and burning nipples. While doing this, he undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. 

I moved away from him and lay down on the edge of the bed. Max finished undressing then removed my heels and immediately moved between my legs. I felt his warm breath inside my thighs as his mouth covered the wet panties over my now aching pussy. As he began removing my panties, Stoney lay down by me and kissed me deeply, caressed my face and told me how beautiful I was. He then lay beside me and held me in his loving arms as Max magnificently danced over my clit with his tongue. Stoney kept covering my face with loving kisses and reminding me how much he loved me. My pussy was aching for that magnificent cock. 

After several minutes and being brought very close to orgasm several times, Max stood up and took my legs in his hands. At this point, Stoney, ever cautious about my desires, asked him to wait. Stoney then asked me what I wanted. 

I whispered, “I want him inside me.” 

Stoney was persistent, “Tell us, tell us both what you want.” 

A little louder I said, “I want him inside me.” 

Still not satisfied with my answer, Stoney said, “Tell us what you want him to do." 

Louder still, I said, “I want him to fuck me! I want him to put his beautiful cock inside me and fuck me!” 

With that, to my surprise, Stoney moved down, took Max’s cock in his hand and moved it slowly up and down my soaking wet slit. Max slowly pressed forward and Stoney guided his throbbing hard delicious cock inside me!

Under his breath, Stoney exclaimed, “My God, that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” 

With that, again he caressed my face and told me how beautiful I was. Max began to slowly move in and out of me. Each slow thrust drove me closer and closer to a long awaited orgasm. It only took me about 5 minutes to lose all control. 

Have I mentioned before that I am a squirter? Well, I am. My orgasm exploded like a bomb blast and my fluids were squirting all up over Max’s stomach. He continued to plow into me, keeping my orgasm at its pinnacle for what seemed like an eternity. Just when my orgasm was about to subside, Stoney instructed Max to lean back and Stoney’s mouth instantly covered my clit as Max continued stroking into me. Stoney’s tongue instantly sent me right back into the throws of ecstasy. It was buzzing like a bee on my swollen clit and Stoney must have been drowning with my juices squirting from my convulsing pussy. 

Max then announced that he was about to pop and Stoney stopped flicking my clit long enough to ask me where I wanted him to cum. 

Knowing now that Stoney was aching to hear me say it, I cried, “I want him to fill my wet pussy!” 

With that, I felt Max’s cockhead swell to enormous proportions, then erupt in blast after blast of hot cum, filling my wet pussy to the brink and leaking down my ass. He thrusted deep and hard into me with a feverish pitch, keeping my orgasm going. As his thrusts began to slow, I felt Stoney move from beside me. As soon as Max withdrew his softening cock from me, Stoney was instantly at my flowing pussy with his mouth, covering my clit with his lips and flicking his tongue inside my vaginal tunnel. 

He often did this after cumming inside me, but I never dreamed he would do this after another man had filled me with cum. Stoney’s tongue had my orgasm going full force once again. I felt like I must have came for twenty solid minutes! Stoney lapped away at my spent pussy and I screamed in ecstasy over and over. I could not believe what my body was feeling as the never ending orgasm rocked me almost to the point of passing out! When he finally finished his assault, I lay there and shook uncontrollably in exhausted bliss. 

We all spent the next hour or so recuperating, having snacks and fresh drinks. It occurred to me that Stoney had not cum yet. It was then that I realized that his focus was on my orgasms rather than his own. I was finally beginning to understand his complex inner workings. 

We all three lay nude on our bed just talking, when I finally kept looking over at the beautiful flaccid cock of Max’s. I felt like a new me had been born. I finally decided I wanted more of that beautiful cock before the night was over and leaned over and took it into my wet mouth once more. 

We had sex again, wonderful sex, but not nearly as intense as the earlier session. This time, Stoney instructed Max to lay on his side as I lay on my back.. He could easily thrust his long thick cock in and out of me while giving Stoney easy access to my clit with his mouth. Later, he had Max lay on his back and I rode him reverse cowgirl and Stoney had an unobstructed access to my clit. I have no idea how many earth shattering orgasms I had that night.

It was not until after Max finally left about 4 in the morning that Stoney finally entered me for the first time that night. He fucked me with a vigor that was indescribable and filled me with an absolutely huge load of hot sperm. It now being Sunday morning, we spent the entire day making love. He must have came a dozen times as we relived our wonderful night of ecstatic bliss. 

That was a little over 3 years ago. We have since had several other encounters, which I may tell about another time, though I am sure we have not had enough encounters for Stoney’s satisfaction. But whenever our fantastic sex life does begin to slow down a bit, I know all I have to do is have another encounter and it is like recharging Stoney’s batteries. Each time we have had someone else in our bed, over the next two or three weeks, Stoney cannot seem to get enough. He fucks me like a stallion as we relive our previous fling. 

Many people will never understand this lifestyle. I’m not real sure I understand it myself. But I do know this, my husband loves me deeply. He would never allow anyone to do anything to me which I do not want. He treats me like a queen and makes love to me with unbelievable passion. All this and I get to enjoy something I could not deny myself when married to my first husband, I get to have wonderful sex with well hung men. What more could a girl ask for?



A New Way Of Life



This story begins as many do. I stared to dress at an early age in my mom's things. Then I started to buy my own things as I got older; panties, bras and high heels. I was always small for my age taking after my mom, she was a small woman with a nice figure and so was I. I was only 5'4 and 110lb, blue eyes and jaw length blond hair. They loved me in high school, well to pick on me that is. I dressed up all through school whenever I was at home alone. I would walk around the house in little thongs, thigh highs, bra and my 5in heels wishing someone would come and see me and make me the sissy fuck toy. Of course that did not happen. When I turned 21 I moved out and got my own place. I had a job at a factory making pretty good money. I liked it there, they made you wear long pants all year for safety reasons and this was great for me. I keep myself smooth all over all the time and sometimes I would were my thigh highs and garter belt under them. 

The first night on my own I got scared so I got a friend and her man to stay with me. Of course when I went to bed I thought of all my sissy things hid away that I could be wearing. So the next day I got up for work and I said to myself that tonight was going to be a great night. I left the house 3 hours before work and headed to the town that my job was in. There I knew of a lingerie shop. My mom and aunt had given me $300 to start me off. I was going to spend it all on my sissy lacy side. As I walked into the shop the lady at the counter said hello and I nearly fainted but I managed to say hi back before making a beeline to the back to calm down. As I stood there looking around, there it was, the thing I have always wanted a set of breast forms. The box was covered in dust and looked old, there was a hot pink sales tag $80, I was shocked. I nearly fell over, they were a C cup and very close to my own skin color with sticky backs to them. As I made my way around the racks I realized that this store had everything a sissy could want. There was make-up, wigs, fake nails, shoes and all the lingerie you could find. A one-stop sissy shop, the thought made me laugh. With my new breast forms I had to get new lingerie; I had always wanted an antique looking set. I looked around a of couple racks and found an off white corset trimmed in light blue with a garter belt, thong pants and hose. I went and found a pair of light blue 6 inch heels to finish it off. I didn't need a wig as my hair was down to the middle of my back now. However I did end up getting some new make-up, fake nails and 3 bra and panty sets. In total I spent about $260. The lady gave me a funny look when I checked out but I didn't care, I was in heaven. It was getting close to time to get to work so I stopped and got some fast food. At work I was dying, my little sissy cock was hard as rock, all 3 1/2 inches of it thinking of all the stuff I had got today and the breast forms. I could not wait to get home. 

Work seemed to drag on for days but finally it was over. I ran to my car, hopped in and started home.  I was driving a little fast, not so fast as to get pulled over. I pull into my driveway and barely noticed the landlord's son's truck. If I did see it I did not think too much about it, I shared the parking area with the houses on the right and left of me. I grabbed my bags and ran in the door, threw the bags on the couch and made a beeline for the bathroom. I wanted to shave to be sure I was smooth all over. Once I was shaved I styled my hair with long curls going down my back and front, I thought this look on me was very sexy but not too slutty. 

I had carried the make-up with me and did my face with black eyeliner, light blue eye shadow with a hint of silver at the top. I used the bright red lipstick and liner with a light pink blush. I tucked my boy clit in-between my legs to hide it. I walked out of the bathroom naked to the living room to start to get ready and there he was; Everett, the landlord's son, sitting on my couch, looking through my bags and now at me. In the deepest voice I could muster I spoke to him. 

"What are you doing here?" 

"I WAS here to fix the plugs over the sink but now I think I am here for a fix of my own."

As he looked me up and down he stood and walked to me. I was still naked and had my make-up on, I knew there was no way I could talk my way out of this one. My heart was beating out of my chest and my boy clit hard as rock from the look of lust in his eyes. He grabbed my arms in his hands and looked down at me with his green eyes from his 6'2 height. 

"You will be my sissy slut from now on."

With a hard slap across my face he points to the bags and tells me to go get ready. Still in shock I grab the bag and head for my bedroom and shut the door. I drop to the floor thinking what can I do? Run? Where to?

Just then he walks in.

"I TOLD YOU TO GET READY!" He shouted now.

He grabs me up off the floor and pushes me to the bed.

In a more calm voice he says, "You will obey me or I will make this very bad for you. If you do as I ask, I can make your life great. All the fucking and lingerie you can handle. I am not a mean man but I can be and a sissy has to learn her place."

He leans down and pulls my chin to him and kisses me on the lips and that was it. I knew I was his. He stands and asks me if I would get ready now. I nod a yes. He left and walked to the living room. I turned and started to get ready. Of course I am going to wear my new lingerie. I go through the bag and find everything I need. I put on the corset and the thong and the garter belt then attach the breast forms and discover I love the weight of them. My hands are shaking and my heart is beating so fast thinking of what will come. I roll on my thigh highs and slip into my 6in light blue heels and stand in front of the mirror. I look at myself and see a beautiful young girl looking back at me. I smile at her and I can see then that I will always be this way to belong to a man. I turn to the door and take a step. I almost fall over as the weight of the moment hits me. I am about to have a man take me. I have to go on though, this is who I am now. I head out the door and down the hall to the living room. There he is on the couch. I stop at the hallway as he stands and comes to me. He grabs me by the small of my back and almost lifts me off the floor and plants a long kiss on my lips, slipping his tongue in my mouth, flicking it on mine. I feel like a rag doll in his hands and love it as he kisses his way down my neck and I nibble at his ear as he moans into my neck. His hands find their way to my ass, working it as if it were dough. With a thrust he picks me up by my ass, lifting me up to his eye level and kisses me with his all his might as I wrap my legs around him. As he carries me to the bedroom he lays me on the bed and looks at me,

"What name will I call out when I am in you?"

The words tear to my bobby and almost make me cum.      

"Carine." I say I my girlish voice.

"Then Carine lean up and take my pants off." 

He steps to the side off the bed. I lean up and go for his belt, undoing it. Then I go for the button, all the time I can feel his beautiful green eyes on me. Before I can get to his zipper he lifts the t-shirt off over his head revealing a tight stomach with the hint of a six pack. I leaned in and gave him a little bite and kiss on his six pack while pulling down his zipper, letting his pants fall to the floor. Still kissing his belly, making him hum in pleasure I pull his boxers off. There it was, what I once feared and now lusted for, his beautiful cock. It stood at full erection 8 1/2 inches long and 2in thick. My hand was shaking as I grabbed it at the base and brought it to my lips tasting the precum which drove me wild. I could not hold back and took him in my mouth, loving the warmth and the feel of his skin in my mouth. I started slowly, moving up and down on his cock, looking up to see his face. He had his eyes closed and a deep humming came from his chest, I knew I was pleasing him. I wrap my tongue around the head every time it comes to the tip and moving my hand with the up and down motion. This was driving him wild and his legs were quivering. I was in heaven at what I was doing. Dressed as a girl and giving a man pleasure. I keep this up for a while before he stops me and pulls me up and kisses me. I fall back on the bed with him on top of me. He slowly makes his way down my neck then my breast forms then to my tummy and then to my thighs. I nearly pass out as he starts to kiss my inner thighs, this was my heaven. I am moaning and moving in lust. He kisses his way down to the spot where my leg meets my hip and then his tongue touches my sissy pussy. I scream and my head shoots up. I feel myself cum in my panties. I am done. He had me. I was in love. I feel him pull my thong to the side as his tongue drives deep in me. I cannot hold back and scream his name.

"Everett!!! Take me now. I need you inside me." 

With that he pulls me to him and lines up his cock to my hole. I could not breathe. I feel his head on my sissy pussy, wet from his mouth, begin to push in. His cockhead slides in. My hands jump up and wrap around his neck, in one motion with my hips as I jump all the way down on his cock. It takes my breath away. I don't move enjoying the pain and the pleasure, knowing my place in life is now on a cock. He slowly starts to move in and out of me moving faster as he goes. Soon he is fucking me as fast and as hard as he can, my legs wrap around him, holding him there. He then slides his hands under my ass with my hands still around the back of his neck and picks me up. With him still inside me he moves us the dresser. I lean back and he grabs my heels holding on to the 6in spikes, one in each hand. He starts to fuck me harder and faster than before, making my bobby and breast forms move up and down with each trust. He fucks me like this for 15 minutes then he stops and pulls out of me. An empty feeling and a yearning for him to be inside comes over me. He lays on the bed and motions to me.

"Come here and ride my cock you slut."

I almost jump from the dresser to the bed. I mount him, moving my hands behind me to grab his cock and guide it into me. I start to move up and down on him running my hands all over my bobby and his. He looks at me with the lust he had before. I ride him like this until he is rested up then he rolls me off of him and the empty feeling comes back. 

Everett tells me to get on all fours and I do. His cock slips right in my well-fucked sissy pussy and he starts slamming into me. It did not take long as he started to hum and I felt his head inside me get bigger. Then he came in me as I called his name.

"Everett oh god Everett!"

He and I collapsed on the bed. He held me in his arms. 

"Thank you Everett." I said.

"You are my sissy now and I will have you when, where and how I want you Carine."

"You just need to ask and I will."

I knew my place in life now, it was on a cock and that is where I wanted to be.  We stayed there for awhile as I felt his seed running out of my sissy pussy and I told him this.

"Never let my cum go to waste." He said sternly.

He then scooped up the cum and held it to my mouth as I eagerly sucked it from his fingers. With a smile he said,

"Good girl. Now that you know one of my rules here are the others. As soon as you get home you will change into your girl clothes and stay that way until you go back to work. You will wear what I tell you to and I will buy you some new things as well. You will wear at lest 5in heels, no smaller, for now on. As long as you do as I say and please me I will not hit you again. You will not have to pay rent from now on, take that money and put it in account. I'll tell you then how to spend it.

I said I would do these things. 

"Good." He replied with a smile. "Fix yourself up and put on a dress. We're going out to get something to eat."

"I can't go out dressed like this, as a girl!"

He took me under the chin, looking me in the eyes. 

"Carine you are beautiful and as much a girl as any other girl. No-one will see anything but that. I am taking my beautiful girlfriend out for a late diner."

"Girlfriend?" I asked.

He smiled and kissed me and that's how my new life began.