0 comments/ 158631 views/ 5 favorites Happy Friday By: lewap Jenny would not come home until 9 pm and Claudia, her daughter had a sleep-over at her friends place. I was home alone, tired after a hard weeks work and decided to use every minute of it. After a hot, relaxing shower I positioned myself in front of our computer and dedicated myself to some serious one arm surfing. I really enjoyed the quiet moments, when I could watch some porn on the Net. My dick was rock hard looking at the beautiful young bodies and their inviting spread pussies. We had a domestic on Monday and five days without sex was clearly showing in a form of a bone hard erection sticking out of my shorts. From time to time I would give it a gentle massage, stopping just short of having an orgasm. I wanted to save it all for Jenny. When she finally came home I was into my third Bourbon and Coke, with the emphasis on Bourbon. She walked in to my study finding me fully concentrated on some real estate page which I found and saved earlier for just such an occasion. Jenny gave me a kiss showing me her full breasts in process. My hand went up her thigh resting on her damp pussy. "I missed you" she said. "I missed you to" I responded showing her the full length of my erected penis. She smiled and dropped to her knees taking it in her warm mouth. "Stop it right there, unless you are very hungry, it's been five days so please be careful." I almost came in her mouth within seconds. "Go and have a shower. I have big plans for you tonight." I could hear the water running in the bathroom as I went to her wardrobe and laid out some special items on our bed. Her eyes were full of surprise when she walked inside. A pair of pearl self supporting stockings, a white see trough blouse with just four buttons at the front, black high heels and a black coat. "Where is the rest" she asked me with a mischievous smile. Only then I noticed her pussy was completely shaven. The swollen lips opened up looking like a fresh mussel. "Don't ask any questions please and get dressed. Oh and don't forget to put this on" I said handling her a bottle of Fendi, my favourite perfumes. She stepped out of our bedroom, as I was finishing my next drink, smoking a cigarette. Jenny looked stunning. Without a word we went to a train station to make our way to the City. I could see the looks on the faces the men and some women as we walked down the street towards a well known bar. Once inside I ordered us some drinks and for the next two hours I was giving Jenny some encouragement in a form of some very potent cocktails and drinks. By ten o'clock she was ready. I could tell by the seam of her coat which by now was hanging down exposing her beautiful legs, just stopping short from her naked pussy. It was the time to proceed with step two. We went for a walk mixing with the happy Friday night crowd making our way towards the train station. I could sense she was little bit disappointed to be taken home so early. But to her surprise I guided her into a narrow alley lit with red neon signs indicating some extreme sexual activities. I could feel the grip of her hand tightening on my as we stepped inside. Some men were walking in and out of peeping booths, some were waiting at the entrance of the cinema. Heads started turning, they were all staring at us, or rather at Jenny as we disappeared behind a black velvet curtain. The atmosphere inside the cinema was hot and stuffy. It was so dark I could not tell how many people were there. We made our way towards the front and found our seats. Jenny was absolutely stunned . Within minutes she has completely forgotten about the surroundings. My eyes adjusted to the lighting conditions inside the room. Looking around I noticed building consternation and curiosity on the faces of the all male movie goers. Jenny's eyes were glued to the screen. I undid the two top buttons of her blouse letting her full breasts free and squizzing them in process. She just sat there mesmerised with one hand between her legs, moving around under the folds of her coat, which didn't leave much for imagination. I had to split my attention between the hard core sex in front of us and a few men changing their seating arrangements to get a better view of my wife. It didn't take long for a man in his forties to sit next to Jenny. Nothing happened at first, but soon his hand started moving up and down his erected shaft while he was staring at her exposed breasts. Only after a couple of minutes Jenny whispered in my ear: "There is a guy masturbating next to me" "What would you like me to do? "I asked and added "Enjoy the show, he is by the looks of it." I kissed her fully on the lips. By then her inhibitions have gone. I could not see her pussy but her glistening fingers were doing a good job. She bucked in her seat giving out some exciting sound as she reached her orgasm. The stranger shot his load high in the air got up and left. Nobody in the cinema moved. There was no sound except for the moaning of the girl on the screen being taken up the arse by a monster cock. The smell of sperm in the room was overpowering. We got up from our seats and made our way out... Happy Friday This work contains elements of BDSM. If bondage and whips are not your thing please skip this story, otherwise I hope you read on and enjoy! This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons alive or dead is completely coincidental. *** The Bypass was worse than usual. Some four hundred year old guy hit MAYBE fifteen miles per hour max in his school bus causing everyone behind him to sneak, honk, and veer any way they could into the line of cars whizzing past in the left lane. Shit! Would he even understand if I threw him the finger? Nah. He probably couldn't even see that far. It sucked to be this pissed off on a Friday afternoon but the traffic and that clusterfuck of a web project had my blood boiling. I wondered if listening to my rap playlist would make my mood better or worse. Fuck it. Who cares! There was nothing better than blaring hip-hop through my speakers while passing by the blue-blood neighbors and their "I'm Better Than You Are" country club. By the time I hit my driveway I thought I'd explode. I had to shake it off. Damn, I thought... where the fuck was all that anger coming from anyway? Should someone going 3 miles an hour really tick me off like this? As I got out of my Jeep the strap to my work bag got caught on the emergency brake spilling the new website folder into probably the only puddle in the county. But of course. Puuuhhhh—leeeese let her have a glass of wine waiting for me. I wonder if she'd kill me if I gulped it down then winged it into the fire pit out back. Yeah, probably. Speaking of the fire pit, it looks like Kerry was working in the yard today. It smelled like fresh cut lawn. Damn she's the freaking bomb when it comes to that kind of stuff. Good thing too 'cause I haven't had a second to do jack-crap with this new fucked up website they want plopped in without a design, a budget, or anything else NORMAL business people provide. Damn! Okay... I had to stop thinking about this. It was Friday for chrissake! I didn't see anyone as I cut through the garage into the kitchen; no lover, no cats, no nothing. But I did see the lights on in the basement. Maybe she was doing the wash. Yep... she does wash too. I've got it made. I slapped my coffee cup onto the counter and dropped my battered bag onto the floor exactly where Kerry told me not to put it. It was scuffing the paint off the wall apparently. But it was the best place for it, so I left it there. I slapped the soggy folder onto the counter to deal with later, or never. "Michelle! Come down here!" I heard her call from the basement. Huh? Was she mad at me? Not that she really gets mad. She just doesn't; 'cause she's laid back like that. My one hundred and eighty degree opposite. And we hardly ever fight. But I could TOTALLY have left a paintbrush in my smock and thrown it in the hamper or something. Crap. "Okay! I'll be right there," I yelled down. With a sigh I headed down the basement stairs. That part of the house was definitely more her domain than mine. The basement was dark and I hated the inevitable mildew smell but she loved to putter around with stuff down there. But this time I was pleasantly surprised to see it relatively bright down there and no disgusting mildew smell hit me as I made my way down. As I looked over the right side banister I saw her standing by the support pole we covered with sisal rope for the cats. I almost missed the last two steps as I looked at her. I've always thought she was this mixture of gorgeous and handsome all balled into one. Her cropped blond hair, just now barely graying at her temples, sat above a lean, kissable mouth perfectly set in a strong, almost square jaw. But it was her eyes that did me in. They were deep brown like dark chocolate pudding and they were framed by laugh lines that really did make her eyes look like they were smiling. Damn... she looked like a gorgeous angel/devil mixture. She stood near the pole, leaned on it actually, with her hands casually poking out of the waistband of her drop dead adorable hip hugger jeans. Her tucked in plain black tee-shirt outlined her sculpted muscles built up over summer after summer of yard work. And her black combat boots? Holy shit. They sent a shiver up my back and then zap right to you know where. She knew how much her "butch" look turned me on. "Hi baby," I said, tilting my head a little to the side like the curve in a question mark. "What's up? Um... did I do something wrong?" She smirked at me and that's when I felt this ping in my stomach. That was weird. I mean, she never smirked. I didn't even know she knew how. As my eyes grew wide she said, "You didn't do anything wrong." And in a menacing tone -- there was no other way to describe it -- she added, "and I expect it to stay that way." WTF? Slowly, because my mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls mixed with glue, I asked, "What... are... you... talking... about?" Who stole my Kerry and dropped this weirdo and her cryptic messages in her place? "Tonight," she said, "as long as you listen to everything I say, everything I tell you to do... tonight will be something we will never forget." I looked into her eyes and she must have seen the pleading there -- Please... please tell me what this is about. Please tell me you haven't wigged out. -- 'Cause she smiled her normal fun-loving smile, more with her eyes than her mouth. "I've been reading," she said. My head flopped to the other side like a curious dog without a freaking clue what was going on. I had no idea what she was talking about. "Your stories," she added. My stories? What fucking stories? I wracked my brain. I hadn't written anything in... in FOREVER and she wouldn't know where to find that shit anyway. The only stories I've even remotely mentioned were the sexy mostly Dom/sub ones I downloaded from Amazon onto my... iPad... that I've... let... her borrow.... Oh!... My STORIES! No fucking way. She doesn't like that shit. That's why they're MY stories! Shit! Shit! Shit! "Are you, um, mad that I have them? I told you I read them... I didn't think...." I stammered all over the place. She put up a hand to stop my sputtering and slowly closed the gap between us. "I'm not mad... but I will tell you this... I SURE didn't know you had THAT many." I blushed and looked down. "Yes," she continued, "I read them. Well, not all of them. But enough to know some of the rules to the... scene." A tingle of desire mixed with fear rushed down my spine and zapped me you know where again. I kept my head down. "Yes... eyes down baby. That's one of the rules I think I like. And here's one of my own... when we leave this basement it will be you and me like we've always been." She took a breath, as if to steel herself. "But down here, starting right now, you will listen to me. And you will do as I say." She emphasized "you will" in both cases and I bit the inside of my cheek to see if I was dreaming. Ouch! Not dreaming! I wanted to break out into a jig but all I did was chance a quick glance up. Only for a second and only so she could see the pure adoration in my eyes. Slowly, deliberately, I looked back down. "Yes," I said, more as a breath than a word. Admonishing me with a low tone that tore at my soul she said, "Use my name." My breath hitched. "Yes... Kerrin," I said with as much reverence as I could fit into two English words. I felt more than saw her walk towards me. She placed her hands on either side of my face, still with my head slightly bowed. "You are strong willed, stubborn, and used to getting your way when you really want it." Of course she was right and I wouldn't have said a word to contradict this even if I felt I had leave to do so. "Not here," she continued in a whisper against my hair as her hands firmly caressed the nape of my neck. She inclined even closer to me, pushing herself against my now electric skin arcing miniature lightening bolts under my clothes. "Do you like what you see?" She asked in a sexy, raspy voice. I couldn't keep the trembling from my voice. "Oh God yes... yes... I like it very, very much." She pinched my earlobe. Hard! "What are you forgetting little one?" She rubbed my burning love with soft fingertips. Little one? That was new. But I felt a blush burn my cheeks almost as much as the sting at my ear. "I mean, I like it very, very much... Kerrin," I corrected. I could barely see from my eyes down position that she smirked again (WHEN did she start doing that? It's so freaking hot!) and she took my left hand in hers and pressed it to the heated crotch of her jeans. "Do you like what you feel?" "Oh. My. God." I moaned. My knees went weak. They knew. My knees knew instinctively where they wanted to be -- directly on the floor in front of her, worshipping her body with my hands, savoring her sweet wetness in my mouth. "Please," I begged. "Please, Kerrin." She pushed her pelvis into my hands. Grinding. Twisting. "Soon," she said, her voice low and thick with desire. "First... I want you to model something for me." She pushed away from me. "Take everything off, put on what I give you... then...," she hesitated just enough to have me hang on her words. "...wait for me." Was I hearing right? Maybe not... my heart was thudding so loud it was possible I misunderstood. But I didn't think so. She disappeared from my line of site for a moment and then she was back placing a bag at my feet. She kissed my hair then backed away. Then I heard faint footsteps as she headed up the stairs. Quickly I spoke, wanting to catch her before she left, and my words came out all jumbled and hurried. "May I... Kerrin... may... do I... do I have permission to... speak?" She hesitated, only for a second, as if pondering her answer. I heard the smile in her voice as she said, "Unless I say otherwise you can always talk during our... sessions." The silence was barely broken by my whispered "Thank you." I know those two words could never hold the depth of everything I felt at that moment, but I knew my lover would understand. "You're welcome." Her voice rang firm, strong, and full of love. Then she was gone. Once I knew I was alone I fell to the floor unbelieving. Ohmygod...ohmygod...ohmygod! Excitement tingled through me as I hurried to do what she asked. I had no idea when she would be back and there was no freaking way she was going to find me not ready. I grabbed the large, heavy bag and pulled out tissue paper that held a very small pair of red panties. That was my assumption anyway... that they were panties... even though there was barely enough fabric to fit inside a thimble. I stripped out of my work pants, polo, and undergarments (that, by the way, bore not an iota of similarity to the red panties) as fast as I could without tearing everything into shreds. I pulled on the apparent panties, embarrassingly not 100% sure which was the back and which was the front. Quickly I pulled the next item from the bag. After unwrapping it I held in my hand the most striking leather vest I had ever seen. It was shiny black, but with enough roughness that it didn't look gaudy. And it had little silver zippers and chains bordering the vest's half dozen pockets and loops. Lightly, as if not to mar its perfection I brushed my fingers over the surface... just feeling it...touching its sensual texture. But, shit, I had to hurry! So I made sure all of the vest's snaps were snapped and buckles buckled. I was pretty certain I wasn't going to run into a bra further down in the bag so I flipped the vest on and snapped the rest of the snaps all the way. Next out of the bag was a shoe box. Actually it was a boot box and I smiled when I saw it. Then I laughed silently as i opened it because the box held my old motorcycle boots. I hadn't worn those things in years. Damn, I had forgotten how good they felt on my feet. I zipped them up quickly and felt a brand new love for those old worn out boots. I reached again into the bag to make sure nothing was left; there wasn't. Then I quickly used an old rag to wipe as much dust from the boots as I could. When i finished I stood up and looked myself over. I looked into the glass of a picture frame that held family photos seeking my reflection. My brown almost black hair was just getting to the point where I could pull it up into a pony tail, though I preferred it down, falling into my eyes. Kerry wasn't too crazy about that but I didn't have anything with me to pull it back. It was going to have to stay down like it was. My face was tanned and thin, but neither overly so. I didn't mind my face... for the most part. I wasn't that crazy about my eyes though. Actually, I hated them. I liked the hazel coloring but they were owl-big and I hated that. Kerry seemed to like them though. Whatever. I straightened the fall of the vest and pulled a loose thread from it's seam wanting... no... NEEDING to make everything perfect. My clothes seemed situated, but now what? Shit! I never actually DID any of this...I just freaking read about it! Do I stand? Kneel? Bend over? What? What the fuck should I do? First of all dumb ass... calm down. I took a deep breath. Okay. Now... think! What do you think Kerry... um... Kerrin... would like? If I knelt down that would be taking the decision out of her hands. So that's the answer right there -- stand. Right? Shit. I didn't fucking know, but it seemed like the best idea so I arranged myself facing the sisal pole and facing away from the stairs. I stood as if in a military Parade Rest position. My back was straight, my knees only slightly bent, feet shoulder-width apart. My arms went behind my back, one hand clasped inside the other. I held my head up but unlike the military position, I kept my eyes lowered. My body calmed but my mind began racing trying to figure out what, suddenly, was going on. Not that I was complaining! Shit, far from it! But why today? What happened all of a sudden? We've been together for so many years and although I've hinted here and there about this kind of stuff Kerry never really paid attention. At least I didn't THINK she paid attention. I wondered which stories she liked the most. Damn she looked hot! Obviously my brain was all over the place. My heart began to race again and my breathing got heavier. I had to reign myself back in. Suddenly I desperately hoped I wasn't getting all excited only to be...well... disappointed. This was so hot! So much what I've wanted. What I wanted for years! I knew I was thinking too much and that was not what I needed to be doing. I needed to block everything from my head and focus on doing everything for her... the way she wanted it. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in... The basement door opened. ...Breath out. More like hyperventilate out. I stood perfectly still, radiating my desire to please her. I didn't even move when I heard her murmur "damn" under her breath. "You look great like that Michelle." Her voice sounded heated, constricted. I heard her approach me from behind. Be still I told myself. Keep your eyes down and for God's sake, stop shaking! I wasn't sure if she could see my shivers but I assumed so. I felt like a vibrating tuning fork. Her hands went to my arms. "Turn around." Slowly and with grace, I hoped, I turned towards her. My downcast eyes went immediately to her belt. I wondered if it was a new one. There was some kind of sheath or small strap on the right side that almost dropped me to my knees. A black leather handle poked up past the belt itself and wrapped within it were lots of thin leather straps. I wasn't one hundred percent sure of the terminology but I was pretty sure it was a flogger. In my house. On my lover's belt. That familiar zap went through me again. Kerry pulled the flogger up, ever so slowly, moving it from its sheath up the front of my new vest, over my shoulder, and slowly down my thrilled back. Suddenly she grabbed the other side with all of the straps, now holding it from both ends, and trapped me between it and her body. She backed up, pulling me with her. Every breath I took hitched. Every touch on my skin tingled with excitement. She backed herself up to the leather recliner purchased so many years ago and only recently relegated to the basement. Still she held the straps firmly at my back and upper arms. "Unzip me." She took my lips, my mouth into hers. My groan said "Oh please, yes," when my mouth could not. Quickly, in case she changed her mind, I unhooked my hands which I still held together behind my back and set them to work on the beautiful buckle dressing the new soft belt. Warmth spread between my legs as I wondered if I would feel that belt somewhere on my body. Warmth and a little bit of fear. As the buckle clinked to the side I started at the button of her fly, all the while still consumed by her mouth on mine. She ravaged my mouth and I had a hard time concentrating. Finally, I popped the button and after a long slow unzip I started working the waist of her jeans part way down so I could get to the good stuff. "Owwwwww!" She bit my lower lip, hard, and I yelped into her mouth. What the FUCK? She pulled back so she could look at me. "I said unzip me. Did I say to do anything else?" My lip throbbed but that was nothing compared to the rising heat of my embarrassment. How could I have made such a stupid mistake? Seriously, wasn't I the one who read all of those damn stories? She's teaching ME? I turned an even deeper shade of red. "I'm sorry Kerrin. You didn't say I could do anything else." "You need to listen to what I say, not what you think you hear or what you want to hear. I know you're as new at doing this as I am but... I also know you know better than that." Mortified, I hung my head and tried to shrink into nothingness. She released me and immediately I became scared, terrified, that she was going to stop... stop everything... not allow me to make amends. "Kerrin, please. I am so sorry... I do know better... you're right... please... let me...." My voice slowly trailed off into nothing. I waited... waited for her... not to leave, a lump growing thick in my throat. I heard her laugh softly and then I watched discretely as she pushed her own jeans the rest of the way down pulling her underwear along with them. She sat in front of me, at the edge of the recliner. "You're sorry?" She asked. In a voice so husky I couldn't be sure it was her own she said, "Show me how sorry." I dropped from her lap to the floor like a stone looking up into her eyes then quickly away. Shit! Shit! Shit! Don't fuck up again! But she let that slide as I bent to her, her hands firmly holding my head, pressing me down. I groaned into her as I leaned in and used my face, my lips, and my tongue to open her up and taste the flood pouring out of her. I fed like her liquid was the only sustenance on earth, hysterically relieved she was as turned on by the scene as I was. Nothing escaped my lapping tongue. I nipped at her like a puppy nipping a finger. She jumped and moaned and settled back down, pulling my hair while somehow at the same time pushing me further into herself. I pressed my lips hard onto her nub and moved my whole body up and down, rocking her on my mouth. I moved my hands from her knees and slid my hands up her thighs lightly using my nails as I went. She didn't stop their progress so I dared to keep them moving closer to her center. My face felt lacquered with her juices as I pulled back just enough to slide a finger around and around, slowly moving in, like a whirlpool. I eased a finger inside of her and quickly another before she finished a moan from the first inward slide. Continuing to rock her, I closed my mouth back on her, engulfing her inside and out. Twisting my fingers into a hook I pulled at her from the inside like I was trying to literally pull the climax out of her. Happy Friday "God yes. Your hands. Your mouth. I am in love with your hands and mouth." Her words slowed, deepened, and soon she could only manage single word sentences. "Oh. God. Yes. You. Are. Killing. Me!" She came with a growling scream pouring heated liquid down my throat. So much thicker than cum, and so much sweeter. She held me to her bucking hips until she was spent, thoroughly sated. I lingered between her legs nuzzling her, dipping my tongue in again to get another taste, only to be pulled back, not lightly, by my hair. "Haven't you had enough?" Her question was kind, full of laughter. "Never," I said, wanting more even with her taste still potent in my mouth. "Well, it's enough for now. If you're good maybe I'll let you have more later." Again my eyes wandered to hers. I felt them shine with a fevered excitement of things to come. I dropped my eyes again not sure how I kept getting away with looking at her. I backed onto my haunches as she stood. "Walk to the pole and stand there, facing it." She walked opposite to the pole. Immediately I got to my feet and paying close attention to my posture, moved to face the pole, again taking my modified Parade Rest position. I heard her fixing herself; pulling up her jeans, buttoning and buckling up. Then I heard soft footsteps on the carpet. I froze, goosebumps rising, as I felt her breath on the back of my neck. "You look fantastic standing there all ready for me like that. Ready for me to ask you to do anything I want." She flicked the back of my upper arm with her finger and I flinched. "I know what YOU want." I tried not to jump when she reached between my legs. The little red string masquerading as panties didn't hide much and my inner thighs shimmered with obvious desire. She pressed her body against my back bringing her now wet hand around to my mouth. "Taste it." She demanded. Oh... my... God... so... fucking... hot. I leaned into her finger licking up and down from tip to palm sucking and nipping her skin. Her breathing increased on my neck and she let out a throaty moan as she pulled her finger away from my reaching mouth. "I have something else for you that I didn't put in the bag." She moved away and I heard the side table drawer open. Quickly she was back, pressed again, so very hot against my back. God I could live my entire life like this. Just. Like. This. "Look up baby." I lifted my eyes and immediately felt my knees give way. Literally, they buckled and I had to right myself. I choked back a sob as one of her strong arms circled my waist, cradled me, helping me back up. "Kerrin... I... is... is it... mine? May I have it? Please? It's... it's beyond fantastic." She brought the soft black leather collar up so I could caress it with my cheek. "I love it... so so much. It's... beautiful." My breath hitched, my words hitched, I think my brain hitched. That collar was so much a fantasy for me. A quick laugh accompanied the sounds of the little silver collar buckle opening. "Greedy aren't you?" "Yes, Kerrin," I agreed as I stretched my neck high waiting to feel the leather encircle my neck. I sighed, and pure rapture engulfed me as she buckled the collar home. "This is mine baby. I am allowing you to wear this collar. And when you wear it you are mine... as you have always been... but now in totally new ways." "Yours," I said. "Always." I meant it now as I've meant it for the previous nine years. I was hers. "Mine," she said again. I felt little nips to the back of my neck slowly getting harder as she progressed from right to left. I was one big ball of thrumming sexual tension. And that only increased when her hands went to the snaps on my beautiful new vest. She played with the snaps, taking her time as she moved down the rich leather. She let her fingertips graze my breasts inside the leather as she went. Electric. That's what it was. It was like my nerve endings reached out past my skin and into the small gap between my flesh and her touch. I wondered if I'd ever be dry again as I felt a trickle of wetness make its way down my thigh. My clasped hands were so close to her crotch I flexed my wrists and rubbed the warm material. She immediately pushed into me making it impossible for me to move my hands. She stayed like that, not moving, not touching, just a hard pressure molded onto my back. "No," she said. "Keep yourself still unless I tell you to move." She backed up slightly pulling my arms with her. "Now... about your safe word..." She stopped all movement, all caresses, anything that could distract me. "Your safe word is simply 'STOP.' If you need me to stop just tell me, and I'll stop. If you need to end something I trust you enough to know it, and say it. I'll expect you to REALLY need to stop and I'll want you to tell me why, but I'll stop, immediately. Do you understand?" "Yes, Kerrin." I trusted her with my life, there was no reason in hell I needed to employ a symbolic word for me to get her to discontinue a scene if I needed that. Slowly, so freaking slowly, she reached under the front neck of my vest and pulled it back, pulling it off my shoulders. She left it there, partly down my arms, held by my locked hands and then moved in front of me. It was a torture all on its own but somehow I kept my hands clasped and my eyes down. She brushed the backs of her fingers on my nipples eliciting a quick hitching moan from my partly open mouth. "Nice. Very nice," she said. My nipples responded by going from hard to steel. I bit back a cry when I felt a sharp pain as she pinched the left one. "You can cry out if you need to Michelle." Then she pinched the right nipple. God she wasn't joking that time. That hurt! I cried out on that one. A small cry, but one that acknowledged the pain... and the wondrous pleasure mixed in. As she alternated between loving, soothing rubs and vice-like pinches to each nipple I felt even more wetness release itself from my pulsing crotch. That was an affirmation of sorts. Never did I have a chance to submit like this. Never did I feel the mixture of pleasure and pain like this. I had fantasized about it for years, reading stories about it, even fondling the soft leather and hard cuffs in the adult stores I've visited. But Kerry had never shown an interest, and ours was a monogamous commitment. I never thought I'd get to feel these sensations spreading through my skin and my soul. I really DID want this. I really DID need this. Kerrin wiped away a tear I didn't know I'd shed. "Michelle, look at me." I looked up into her eyes clearly seeing her concern. I also saw deep love emanating out from those same liquid pools. She was my lover, my friend, truly my soul-mate. "I'm okay," I said. I had to make her understand. "I'm more than okay. You. This. It's all so overwhelmingly wonderful... I love you. I love you so much and it's all good. So very... good." "I adore you baby." She cradled my cheeks in her warm hands. She paused, then, "That's why we're down here." Her lips brushed mine; her tongue opening my mouth, penetrating lazily, sensually. I kissed her back tasting the sweetness of her mouth I knew so well. She deepened the kiss before grunting and moving seemingly reluctantly away. "Drop the vest," she said as she pulled me by the waist. I unclasped my hands and shrugged off the vest into my hands. I quickly folded my new favorite piece of clothing and dropped it to the side. "Move closer to the pole, place your arms around it, reach above your head and clasp your wrists." Her voice receded as she moved behind me, back towards the stairs. The rope on the pole scratched my breasts as I snuggled against it. Instead of fixating on the irritation I took the feeling into myself, focused on it intently, wondering at the sensation and what caused one thing to be irritating and another luxurious. I stiffened as I suddenly felt her pressed against me again. How did she sneak up on me like that? She dragged cold metal down my back and I groaned into the pole. She laughed as she moved around the pole and played with the rope. She clicked something into place... a carabiner maybe? It was hard to tell since my eyes were down and my forehead rested against the pole. She then took each of my wrists in turn and clamped them into what were obviously sturdy metal handcuffs. Wow. Just...wow. Where the fuck did she get them? Wicked freaking amazing! The metal was cold and hard against my wrists. They already made small marks on my wrists where they rested against the edge. I pulled on them testing their strength, their give. I wasn't going anywhere. More trickles down my thigh. "Keep your head up baby, and don't lean against the pole. Stand straight and tall for me." I swear I felt the trickle reach my ankle. I took a deep breath and straightened my back, pulling the handcuffs, again feeling their weight, their... I don't know... I guess feeling maybe what they represented. I sighed, full of contentment, desire, happiness. I was more than ready. I heard a snap then the rustle of something leaving it's home. It was the flogger. God... please let it be the flogger. I felt her rake the handle of the whip down my back. "Oh... please..." My voice cracked. "Please, Kerrin!" I begged. Her finger trailed through the back of my panties down between my legs grazing my lips, electrifying my insides. "I can't believe how wet you are. You are so hot!" She breathed these words into my ear. "Please Kerrin. My. God. Please. Yes. This!" "Say it. I want to hear it baby." She removed her finger and dragged it under my shoulder blades leaving a wet trail that brought goosebumps up my arms. "Tell me what you want." "I want to feel it Kerrin. I want to feel that leather, those straps on my back. I want to feel your power, know that it's you behind that... know that it's you taking me like this." I said it all in one long rush of breath. I think I cried it more than actually said it. "I want it Kerrin. Please. Please... take the flogger to me." I ended with an embarrassing sob. She kissed my back and then was gone. But immediately I realized only her touch was gone. Her voice remained, filling the space with love, with assurance, keeping me aware, engaged. She was a fucking natural. "I bet you're wondering how this is going to feel, aren't you?" "Yes, Kerrin," I said weakly. "Are you wondering how it's going to feel for me too?" I felt a very light wisp across my shoulders. I gasped; not from pain but from the touch. The moment was actually here. Again I stumbled all over myself trying to find the right words. "I... I don't know if I thought about that before. Are you... do you... I mean is this okay... for you too?" She let the strips of leather lightly pepper my back. Back and forth, very light, up and down. Moments passed. I wasn't sure if she was going to answer me. "Ahhhhhh!" I breathed out a surprised cry when the straps bit down hard in the middle of my shoulder blades. Then the soft feather-light wisps again. I tried to move myself out, away from the pole, tried to reach for those biting straps. She laughed lightly. "My greedy girl. Bowing yourself, letting your body beg for more." She warmed my whole back before I felt another sting. She put some weight behind that one and it brought out a grunt from somewhere deep inside of me. "To answer your question...." She paused. "Do you even remember the question?" She laughed as she laid another stripe across my back, this one low, just above the panty line. "Yes," I moaned, my head slightly fuzzy. "No...," I wasn't totally sure anymore. "I love to see you like this. So aroused. So... open to me." Now I remembered the question. It was so hard to think though. All I could do was feel. And it felt so fucking GOOD! She ran one of her hands over my back, stroking, bringing whole new sensations to the surface. "I can't believe how wet you are." She tugged my panties down to my ankles. My forehead hit the pole but I quickly picked it back up. "Oh, Kerrin. So good. So fucking good." I pressed my ass outward again looking, begging for the flogger's touch. "So, so, so greedy!" "Kerrrrrrin!" I screamed as I felt multiple strips connect with my inner thighs and lips. Not overly hard, but hard enough and just so... so very THERE. So... powerfully electric. Light snaps of leather thrummed against my ass cheeks. Then a hard stripe up on my shoulders quickly followed by two on my ass. She was literally keeping me on my toes. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to sit for the rest of the day or even the next. Sweat poured from my body as grunts and lustful moans ushered from my mouth. Her strokes fell heavy now, her breathing matched the strokes, heavy from exertion. Excitement and pride filled me as I realized I'd be wearing her marks for days. I felt the stirrings of an orgasm even as the pain built in intensity. I stilled my rocking movement that had flowed with each strike. But I wasn't sure if I could handle the throbbing pain. It was so much. But I didn't know if it was too much. "Kerrin... Kerrin... I don't know..." "Stay with me baby. Five more. Count with me." "One," she huffed as the whip caught my back and side under my arm. "One!" I echoed. The pulse reverberated through my middle and directly into my leaking center. The pain was intense but I wasn't ready to end it. "So good baby, you are doing so good. I am so fucking proud of you. Just a few more." That pulled me though... I straightened my back and counted along with my lover as each successive strap sizzled my skin." At two more I thought I heard a zipper behind me. "Four!" I cried, sobbing into my chest. "Yes Kerrin. God yes!" I didn't understand it completely but I no longer felt pain. It was just pleasure roiling under my skin. The final shot sliced through the air and caught me over both cheeks, stinging me deeply, purely. "Five!" Tears poured from me but so did that liquid down below. I heard the flogger drop and immediately I felt a pressure through my wetness. "Bend baby." Without hesitation I bent as much as the cuffs allowed. A shaft entered me, fully, in one push. I wailed. "Ohmygodgoingtocome! Kerrin! Gonna! Kerrin! Please!" "Come baby. Come for me." A scream, primal, feral, almost inhuman, poured from me... unstoppable as the hardest climax I ever felt crashed over and through me. She pumped into me, hard, taking me, owning me, driving into me harder... harder... accompanied by her own moans and panting. "Oh God. Oh so...fucking... unbelievably... good." She lunged hard once, twice, then came with a guttural yell. Slowly she stilled, covering me, merging her sweat with mine. Moments passed and I reveled in her weight on me as I held us up only with the cuffs and my spent body. "Uh," we groaned in unison as she pulled out of me. She walked around the pole and held up the apparatus responsible for splitting me in two. "Double-sided dildo," she said with a pleased laugh. She threw it down and reached to unlock my wrists. She took my freed arms and rubbed them to ease the tingling from the blood rushing back in. Pulling me over gently to the recliner, she sat and placed me on my knees facing away from her. I yelped as I first placed my sore ass on the carpet and again when I felt something cold touch my stinging back. She shushed me, "This is just some ointment to soothe your back. So red. So many marks. But they won't last long." "Damn." I meant it. Damn. When she finished she pulled me up into her lap and we sat there in comfortable silence for several moments. Was she playing the whole experience over in her head like I was? I moved a bit to take the pressure off of a particularly sore spot on my back. She must have noticed. "Hurt?" she asked. I could hear a wince in her voice. "A little...." I rubbed back against her, testing the feeling on my back, my ass. "It actually feels good." Wow, I thought, this was going to be hard to put into words. But I had to. I had to make sure she knew I was okay. I stumbled through an explanation. "It's like the pain after an intense workout. You know how everything aches and sometimes it's even hard to get up the next morning if you overdo it a little? I love that feeling because it brings with it a sense of accomplishment and pride in having done it. It makes me feel good... about myself. This is really the same kind of thing. I feel good... great... because of it, not... in spite of it." I turned my face to look up at her. "This doesn't replace anything you know. It just adds to it. I don't expect you to want to come down here everyday or every week or anything. I don't want that for you or me." I paused. "I... I guess I'm scared that this was a once and done thing and... God... please don't let that be the case. I just want... I just... I guess I should shut up for a second and let you talk, huh?" Her chest rose and fell with a silent laugh. "Yeah, that would be good." Then she was quiet for a moment before she continued. "It's not a once and done. I like that you like it. I think I'm trying to get my head around you needing it though. It's hard for me to understand... 'cause I sure as hell wouldn't want this for me." She gently touched one of my new prized marks. "But I did like feeling that control, that power to have you there, writhing, waiting to see what I was going to do. That was pretty cool." A rush went through my body landing directly between my legs. "Yeah, that was amazingly cool for me too." She hugged me and said, "Maybe I should do some more reading." We sat a bit longer in comfortable silence. Then I realized she was unbuckling my collar and I tried to pull away. "No," she said calmly but with force as she pulled me back. I reluctantly leaned back against her and stilled myself... every piece of me wanted to fight to keep hold of that piece of leather. It felt like my sanctuary was removed when she slipped it from my neck. She kissed my now bare neck and breathed into my ear, "When you see this collar next it will be hanging on a hook on the basement door. And when you see it I expect you to drop whatever you are doing, put the collar on and go downstairs and put on whatever else I left for you down here." She pulled the short hairs at the nape of my neck hard enough, rousingly enough, to pull an electrified gasp from my throat. "Yes Kerrin," I croaked. Before she let me go she said, "And make no mistake about it... you will see that collar again." Chills ran the length of my spine as we both lifted ourselves from the chair and made our way up to the kitchen. "So," she said, "how was your day?" My day? I thought. My day was absolutely perfect.