FEMDOM

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How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into

The BDSM Lifestyle

Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection

Compiled by Nika Bella Dea






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 The Receptionist Lands a Shareholder

by Nicolette

I was working as an "office manager" at a famous dot com but I was more of a
glorified receptionist. Despite my entry level status, I didn't take crap from
anybody, especially those nerdy executives who signed my paychecks. I knew
how to put men in their place. And, I had big plans.

I had my eye on the V.P. of Marketing. Not only was he handsome in a rugged
sort of way but being one of the first employees at that start-up meant he was
flush with stock and cash. Why didn't I go for the president? That's an easy one.
He was mousy and thin. I don't like thin guys. No meat to wrap yourself around.
I also don't like hairless guys. Fucking a hairless, skinny guy is like fucking a
girl...and I don't do that. Well, I haven't since high school...

Anyway, whenever Sam came by my desk to ask for copies or some other
mundane thing, I looked him in the eye, pushed my arms ever so slightly into my
breasts to accentuate my cleavage, and would uncross and re-cross my legs,
making my skirt ride up higher. Oops. If he needed me to look at something, I
would stand up and bend way over, causing my blouse to gape open in his face. I
would then catch him looking at my tits, my face so close to his, and I would
smile. No beating around the bush here (pun intended). I was in a hurry to score
my millionaire, and escape that shitty job. Why play games?

When I would catch him staring at me in meetings, he would blush and his upper
lip would break into a sweat. That made me lick my lips, which made him stare
even more. Yeah, he knew who was in charge here.

It didn't take long for him to think of an excuse to take me to a "business lunch."
When he opened the door of his sports car to let me in, the wind caught my very
short skirt. Oops again. As I leaned over to get into the tiny, low seat, my skirt
hiked all the way up and he was so close he could read the Victoria's Secret®
label on my black thong. By the time he got into his own leather seat, he couldn't
hide his growing cock in those gray suit trousers. He looked at me, sweating
again. I pointed at his crotch. "Can I see it?" He obeyed. Men rarely hesitate
when I give an order. Sam's cock was big and thick, just the way I like them. I
said, "That'll do. We're having lunch in your penthouse." With his fast, erratic
driving, it was good we made it there in one piece.

When we arrived, he literally ran through the lobby, pulling me by my hand. I

laughed. Such an excited little boy. You'd think he'd never been fucked before.
Maybe he hadn't. He was a powerful but nerdy executive and he clearly didn't
have much, if any, experience with women. Just my type. Easy to train and
control.

Once we stepped in the door, I dropped my purse and skirt to the floor, and
unbuttoned my blouse as he stood in front of me, his mouth agape.

I patted his cheek. "Your expression is sweet. You know why we're here, right?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Yes, MA'AM," I corrected him.

I heard him gulp and he whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."

Now that I'd set the tone, we had an understanding.

I stepped forward in my heels, thong, and bra and grabbed his crisp, white shirt.
I pulled fast and hard and buttons hit the shiny marble floor. He started shaking.
Adorable! As he pulled his arms from his shirt, I went to work on his trousers. I
ignored his cock, which clearly puzzled him. Once all his clothing was on the
floor, I led him to the leather sofa. His high rise overlooked downtown and I
briefly fantasized that someone in the building facing his had binoculars.

I slid my now-soaked thong down to the floor, and fell back into the sofa,
ordering him to kneel in front of me. I grabbed his ears with both my hands, and
pulled his face into my pussy. He lapped at it like a dog. Clearly, he needed
some training in that area. I slid down further so I could open my thighs wide. I
then guided him with my hands, whispering what he needed to do.

After my first orgasm, I ordered him to lay across my lap. He looked

embarrassed and confused. I raised my voice and he quickly complied. Too
easy!
His ass was nice and round. Plenty of meat to beat on there. I spent a minute just
caressing it, fantasizing about how red it would be in a few minutes. When I laid
my first smack, he tried to jump up but I steadied him by digging my red nails
into the back of his neck. He groaned and I whispered reassurances to him as I
hit him a second time, and a third. I then sat back to watch the red handprints
appear. My favorite part. Good thing his sofa was leather because my soaked
pussy was sliding back and forth by then. I pushed his legs apart a bit, and
reached for his balls. He needed to be shaved. I looked forward to doing that for
him. I cupped and massaged them while he squirmed and groaned. While I
continued to massage him, I removed my nails from his back, and started beating
on his ass with my free hand. The harder I smacked, the more he flailed. I kept
silent, getting off on his whimpers and struggles. I swear sometimes I can come
just listening to a man beg for mercy.

Once his ass was just red enough, I pushed him off my lap to the floor. I reached
down, and picked up my wet thong. As he attempted to stand, I slapped his
cheek with the thong, gritted my teeth, and whispered, "You smell like pussy,
you naughty boy. What will your colleagues think?" He looked ashamed again.
Turning my back, I said, "Get dressed. Lunch is over." When he tried to protest,
I turned back around, and slapped his face with my hand, hard. I then grabbed
his stiff cock, and yanked him closer to me.

"If you do exactly as I say, I may let you have lunch with me again tomorrow."

He was mine. All mine.

 I Know My Place

by Walter

I'm writing this story standing up. I have a work table with adjustable height,
which I've moved from the garage to my study. I am making like Ernest
Hemingway, who wrote on his feet so as to encourage concision. My reason is
much less exalted: I'm standing because my backside is on fire. My wife is
watching me as I write. She has a warm smile on her face.

We're a long-married couple, Annie and I, both recently retired, two grown kids,
with our share of regrets and triumphs. Our marriage has had its ups and downs
and I will freely admit that most of the problems have been my fault. I'm a man
with all the typical flaws: bad communicator, bad housekeeper, insufficiently
considerate of my wife. Annie has done a lot of grinning and bearing over the
last four decades and, recently, she decided she'd had enough. I've been put in
my place and, as painful as my humbling has been, I think I'm happier now. She
definitely is.

It all started one evening last month. I'd gotten home from golf around five in the
afternoon. I was a little worse for the wear and Annie smelled booze on my
breath as I came in from the garage. Usually, I get the silent treatment for stuff
like that, but this time she almost seemed happy to catch me. She brought me
into the den, and sat me down in front of the computer.

"Take a look," she said. On the screen was a picture of a man touching his toes,
pants around his ankles. His rear was ruby red. Then, I saw the words written in
bold above the photo: Keep Your Man In Line. At this point, I was more amused
than anything. I turned to Annie, and raised my eyebrows.

"I've been doing a lot of reading," she said. "A lot of reading and a lot of
thinking. It's time for a change." And, that was that. Let's just say Annie can be
very persuasive. Within a minute, I was unbuckling my belt. Within two
minutes, I was pleading and hollering. Within three minutes, I was as sorry as I'd
ever been.
First, she made me stand in my jockeys, trousers around my ankles, while she
lectured me about drinking and driving. I listened to every word, and prayed for
her to go on as long as possible. Finally, she was done talking.

"Get your underpants down," she said. As I lowered my shorts, she grinned, and
produced a wooden hairbrush. "Now, touch your toes, honey," she said. I bent
over, feeling the air against my bottom, and said a silent prayer.

Whap! The first one was more shocking than painful. She rained blow after blow
on my tush and, by twenty, I had lost count. I cried out for her to stop, I
promised her anything she wanted, I pleaded for the sake of my poor, tanned
flesh. When she finished, after what felt like an eternity in hell, I leapt up to
caress my cheeks and my clothes tripped me up.

She stood over me as I lay on the ground. "You look pitiful," she said. "Jockeys
around your ankles, bottom red as a fire hydrant. You cry it out for a bit and then
we're going to have a long talk."

And, so it began. Now, I take out the trash without being asked, I pick my socks
up off the floor every time, I massage her feet every night. I am now, in her
words, "the best husband in the world." And still, it's not enough---she has to
maintain her authority. She is literally the one who wears the pants. I'm stripped
to my shorts when I walk in the door. She says it keeps me humble. If I get out
of line, she takes my jockeys and I'm reduced to my birthday suit. If that doesn't
teach me, I get the hairbrush treatment.

She has a routine. I'm led into the den, lectured, and bent over. I get fifty whacks
across the backside and, after that, she is very forgiving. She takes me in her
arms, wipes my tears, and tells me how much she loves me. "Spare the rod, spoil
the husband." That's what she says.

And, I have to agree. I feel less guilt and conflict now. I know what being a good
man means. It means respecting your wife in ways that most husbands don't, it
means putting a lady's needs above your own, it means knowing your place. The
brush sits on the coffee table, a constant reminder to be good. And, that's what
men need, no matter their age---to be reminded.

The last spanking was a special one. Annie's friend, Jane, was over for lunch and
we were having drinks in the living room. I've been allowed my clothes when
guests are present and, sitting fully dressed with the two ladies, I felt like I was
on vacation in my own home. Then, I did something stupid. We were having a
heated political discussion, with me opposed to Annie and Jane. Jane was the
better debater and, losing the argument and my cool, I got personal. Recovering
from my nasty comment, Jane said, "Well, if that's the level we're on now, I
don't see the point of talking. I should get going anyway."

"Oh no," said my wife and right then I started to sweat. "He's crossed the line
and he's going to pay for it. We have some new rules around here, Jane. He's
offended you and you deserve satisfaction." At this point, Jane was mystified
and I was terrified.

I started murmuring pleas to Annie. No dice. "On your feet," she said to me. I
tried refusing and, of course, she played her trump card.

"Do you want to have sex sometime in the next six months?"

Up I got, awaiting instructions. Within a minute, I was reduced to my shorts and

Jane was chortling with delight. The smirk on her face was punishment enough
but Annie wasn't finished. "I'll be right back," she said, and went into the den.
When she returned, she had the brush in her hand. I uttered one last plea, to no
avail. She made me stand in the center of the room.

"Underpants down," she commanded. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband,

and pushed them down to my knees. "No, no, down around your ankles. You
know the routine." Jane burst into giggles, and clapped her hands. Once my
briefs were in their proper place, I was made to touch my toes. I felt like a 10-
year-old boy, bending over with my backside bared for punishment.

And boy, what punishment! At the end of it, I was dancing around, hands on my
tender tush, and tears rolling down my cheeks. The pain made me forget my
humiliation, but only for a moment. When it subsided, I found myself face to
face with the ladies, my manhood exposed for their amusement. I quickly
reached for my briefs, and pulled them up.

"Don't think you're getting dressed," Annie said. "You're going to stay in your
jockeys for the rest of the day. Do you have something to say to Jane?"

"I'm sorry, Jane."

"For what?"
"For being disrespectful to you. It won't happen again."

"This is wonderful," Jane said to Annie. "You sure know how to keep order
here."

"You could say we have a new regime in this house," my wife replied. "Now,
Walter, go make us some tea."

Jane wound up staying another hour, grinning at my state of undress the whole
time. She's been gone for awhile now, and here I stand, writing it all down. That
was another command from my beloved. She thinks our story will serve as an
example for other couples. And, so I'll close by saying this to the men out there:
it'll sting, more than a bit, but a life of domestic discipline is worth it. She'll love
you more, because you'll deserve it---you'll be a better husband. And you'll feel
better, too, just not at those fateful moments. You'll know the right and the
wrong ways to treat her, you'll know what respect really means, and you'll know
how to make her truly happy.

In short, you'll know your place.

 Champagne, Skiing and Spankings

by Nikki

My parents have a large cabin in Telluride. We've been going there every year
since I was little. After I graduated from college, my friends and I would go
there by ourselves and, later, I would take boyfriends there for romantic
weekends. You see, that's where I took guys to test them, to see if they were
exactly what I wanted in a husband. In the cabin, we were all alone, miles from
anyone, where nobody could hear him begging for help. But, I'm getting ahead
of myself...

During my teens and early 20's, I was looking for a very specific type of man;
the one I would want to spend the rest of my life with. Fairy tale wedding, lavish
estate, you know. Every girl's dream. The problem is, where do you find a man
who's a genius in the boardroom but a pussy in the bedroom? It ain't easy, let me
tell you!

When I met Ben, I thought maybe I'd finally found the guy. He was on the board
at his dad's company and they had plenty of money. So, I knew he wasn't
interested in me for my dad's dough. He was more cute than handsome; one of
those puppy dog kind of guys. Girls were always flirting with him but they were
clearly only interested in his wealth. He carried himself well. He was a
formidable foe in the boardroom (or so my dad said), on the golf course, and, as
I later learned, on the slopes as well.

I pretended to be a "nice girl", and had only let him get to second base. I told
him I was saving myself for marriage, which was a huge lie but what did he
know? He kept pressuring me so, after we'd been dating for a few weeks, I told
him I thought we should go to my parent's cabin in Telluride. He readily agreed.
He thought he was finally going to "get lucky" but he had NO idea.

After arriving, and leaving our bags at the cabin, we excitedly drove to the
resort, and spent the day working out our muscles on the black diamond terrain.
We later ate a candlelight dinner in the resort's five-star restaurant before
heading back to the cabin.
Only then did we unpack. My bedroom has a king-sized bed, a full bathroom, a
fireplace, and its own balcony with a Jacuzzi®. The entire wall by the balcony is
covered with windows and, when the sun is up, you can see for miles through
the mountains. At that moment, however, it was pitch black outside and the only
thing to be seen was the occasional car light meandering across the valley below.

I'd arranged for the kitchen and the wet bar to be fully stocked before we arrived,
and had also requested the Jacuzzi be filled and warmed up.

While Ben was hanging his clothes in the cedar-lined closet, I unlocked the
nightstand drawer, and peeked inside. Yep, everything was right where I'd left it.
I then stepped outside to turn on the Jacuzzi jets. It was freezing out there! Once
back inside, I removed all my clothes, and was standing there completely naked
by the crackling fire when Ben turned around. His eyes warmed and he started
walking toward me. I held up my hand to stop him, and said, "Get some Cristal
from the wet bar, and meet me in the Jacuzzi."

I walked outside and the freezing air shocked my senses once again. I quickly
tiptoed across the cold deck, and up the Jacuzzi steps. Because of the rolling hot
water, I was forced to slowly lower my feet, legs, and then the rest of my body
in.

A few minutes later, Ben emerged from my bedroom door, holding a bottle and
two glasses, and wearing the large white robe that I always kept hanging in my
bathroom. He put the glasses and bottle down next to me, removed the robe, and
tried to get into the Jacuzzi quickly. He, too, had to slow down and enter tepidly
because of the heat. He was already sporting an erection, and was clearly
embarrassed. Pussy...

After he was in, he reached for the bottle. He popped the cork, and poured two
glasses, handing me one. We "clinked" them together, and each took a sip. Ben
sidled up next to me, and put his hand on my knee. I turned to look into his eyes
but he was looking at my breasts, which were floating on the water.

I said, "You like these?"

He finally looked up at me, and mumbled, "Yes."

"Yes, MA'AM," I corrected.

He smiled, clearly thinking this was a game. He'd learn pretty quickly that this
was NO game and that I was in charge...now and forever.

I sat up a little more so my large, pink nipples would emerge from the bubbling
hot water. I then turned slightly toward him so he could get an eyeful. He put his
champagne glass down, and reach toward my right breast. Holding my own
champagne glass with one hand, I quickly slapped his face hard with the other.

Startled, he backed up a bit...but kept staring at my tits. The poor dear was
clearly in a trance. I admit I encouraged him to drink more wine at dinner than I
should have but that was all part of my plan.

"Now, listen to me, and listen carefully," I said, through gritted teeth. "You are
going to do exactly what I say from now on. Do you understand?"

He glanced up at my eyes, and nodded, before dropping his face back to my tits,
which were still bobbing and staring back at him.

I pulled my body up, and sat on the side of the Jacuzzi so only my lower legs
remained in the water. I spread my knees wide, right in front of him, and showed
him my shaved pussy. My nipples were as tight as stones from the cold air
hitting my heated skin.

I said, "Well, you've been pressuring me, Ben. Do you like what you see?"

Ben stammered a bit, and then tried to put his hand on my leg. I reached
forward, and slapped him again. He gasped, and touched his cheek.

"Do NOT touch me unless I order you to do so. Do you understand?"

Still holding his cheek, he shook his head yes.

I turned more toward him, moved closer, and put my leg on the side of the
Jacuzzi, behind his head. My pussy was only inches from his face and the steam
from my body was rising toward his nostrils. I spread my shaved lips apart, and
said, "Take a good, long look, Ben..."

I then put one finger in my cunt, and then a second, and a third.

"Do you want to touch me now, Ben?"

Still staring at my pussy, he whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, MA'AM!" I retorted, slapping him a third time.

He looked up at me again, a hurt expression on his face.

"If you can't play the game the right way, you can't play at all. Do you
understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered again.

"That's better."

I then took my champagne glass, separated my pussy lips with one hand, and
slowly poured the cold bubbly over my clit with the other. Watching Ben staring
at my shiny, wet clit was turning me on more than anything. I've always been an
exhibitionist. I wanted to be fucked fast and hard right then but that wasn't part
of my immediate plan. I had to stick to the plan to get exactly what I wanted in
the end, no matter what.

"You haven't had enough to drink, Ben. Lick that Cristal off my pussy. Don't
miss a drop! But, keep your hands by your sides."

He willingly dove in, pushing his face against my smooth cunt, lapping away
like a happy dog.

"Lick my clit fast with the tip of your tongue."

He did.

"Now, push your tongue inside me."

He obeyed.

At that moment, the timer of the Jacuzzi shut off. I didn't really notice at first
until I realized the water was stilling and I could see Ben's hands underneath. He
was playing with himself! That was NOT allowed under ANY circumstances!!

I grabbed him by his hair, and jerked his face away from my pussy. He looked
up at me in surprise.
"Did I give you permission to touch yourself, slave boy?!"

He shook his head no.

"Do not EVER touch your cock without permission! EVER!!! Got it? From this
day forward, I am the ONLY person allowed to touch your cock. It is MINE!
That includes in the shower. I am the only one who will clean your cock from
now on. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

He sheepishly shook his head again. He was starting to realize this wasn't a game
at all. It was how life was going to be from now on.

I got back into the Jacuzzi, turned around, placed my knees on the seat, and then
leaned my body out over the edge. My ass was out of the water, and right next to
his face, the steam billowing from my hot skin.

"Worship my ass, slave boy," I ordered.

Ben stood up in the Jacuzzi behind me, and started massaging my ample
mounds. I spread my knees further apart, and said, "With your tongue, slut!"

He stammered a bit. Clearly, he hadn't given a rim-job before. No problem. I

wasn't going to give him any choice...about this or about anything else. I knew
he would obey when I threatened him.

"If you ever want to feel my pussy squeezing your cock, you will lick my ass
RIGHT NOW!!!"

He dove in, running his tongue around and in my ass. It felt delicious!!!

"Now, fuck me with your fingers while you continue your worship."

He obeyed and I could have let him keep doing that all night but, again, I had to
stick with the plan.

Withholding my own orgasm (I didn't want him to get any satisfaction at all yet,
even on my behalf), I kicked him back with my foot, and turned around again.

Displaying an exaggerated yawn, I stood, and said, "I'm tired of this. Let's go to
bed."
I stepped out of the tub and Ben followed me. He started to speak but I turned,
and put my fingers to his lips.

"Sssshhhh. You are not allowed to speak unless I give you permission."

He shook his head again. He was starting to look like a puppet, which turned me
on even more. The more docile and obedient, the better. Power turned me into a
bitch in heat.

I was standing there, and starting to shiver, when I realized there were no towels
outside.

"Where are the towels, Ben?!" I shrieked. "I AM FREEZING!! WHY DIDN'T
YOU BRING TOWELS OUTSIDE?!"

He grabbed his robe, and threw it over my shoulders before dashing inside to get
some towels. Seconds later, he emerged, shaking as he tried to unfold them and
wrap them around me all at the same time.

I said, "Dry me, and do it quickly but gently. Start with my hair, and work your
way down."

He was shivering violently, standing naked and wet on the freezing balcony, but
he used all the towels to dry me head to toe. I then walked to the door, leaving
him behind, still naked and shivering. After I stepped inside, I took one of the
damp towels and tossed it behind me onto the wet planks of wood. He knew that
was for him.

He followed me inside and I could hear his teeth chattering as he attempted to

dry himself by the fire with the wet towel. I stepped to the bed, dropped all the
towels and the robe on the floor, and laid on the down comforter, enjoying
watching the spectacle before me. He was still shivering and shaking, but his
cock was rock hard. Power welled up inside me. I could have orgasmed right
there but that would have to wait.

"Ben, why didn't you think to bring towels outside with you?" I asked. He turned
toward me, and saw I was playing with my own nipple, rolling it through my
fingertips.

He cleared his throat, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, MA'AM!" I yelled at him. I launched myself off the bed, and
approached him quickly. He actually backed up closer to the fire, and put his
hands in front of his face. It was so obvious that he was MINE right then. The
ring may as well have already been wrapped around my finger! But, the plan had
to continue because I was having WAY too much fun at that point!

"Bend over, slave boy!" I screeched again.

He looked like he was going to cry.

"Bend OVER! You don't know what that means?! GRAB YOUR ANKLES,
BOY!"

He dropped the towel, bent over, and wrapped his hands around his ankles.

So sexy. Mmmm MMMM!!! There is nothing finer in this world than a slave
displaying their bare, spread ass for punishment by YOU!!!

I stepped back to the bed, opened the nightstand drawer, and withdrew a small,
black leather paddle.

Walking back toward him, I said, "You understand this is for your own good,
don't you? You won't truly be happy until I teach you the right way to behave in
your new position."

I didn't give him time to respond. I stood behind him, and reached out to stroke
his ass cheeks, the flames flickering in the background. My hair was still
dripping down my back. I placed the paddle on a nearby chair, and pulled my
hair forward. I rung it like a rope, and squeezed it, holding it over Ben's ass.
Cold water dripped between his ass cheeks. He gasped.

I then reached for the paddle again and, bracing myself with my left hand on his
lower back, I swung with my right. It landed square in the middle of his cheeks
and he literally jumped on impact.

I ordered him to stand up straight and I walked around him to get a good look at
his cock. Yep. Still hard as a rock.

I said, "No whipping is effective until the slave loses their erection. I won't stop
hitting you until your cock is limp."
He whimpered, "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy."

I walked back behind him, and ordered him to grab his ankles again. Then, I laid
into him, slapping his ass over and over again, leaving bright red marks, my
breasts heaving with the effort. The room was no longer chilly. It was HOT and I
was sweating with the effort. My own juice was running down my left thigh.

It took a good 10 minutes for that cock to shrink down to nothingness and only
then did I let up on the whipping.

Ben was crying like a baby but my plan wasn't finished yet. Not by a long shot!

I laid the paddle on the chair again, took Ben's hand, and led him to the bed.
Ordering him to lay on his stomach, I went to the bathroom, and emerged with
some baby oil.

He winced as I sat next to him, and poured the cool oil on his burning buttocks.
He then relaxed as I gently massaged it in while whispering soothing words of
love and affection, while reminding him this was for his own good.

After a minute or two, my fingers started exploring past his buttocks, and in
between his thighs. Ben instinctively spread his legs a bit to allow me access. I
barely brushed the back of his balls and he started moaning aloud. He stopped,
however, when I moved my hands up, from his balls, into his crack, and along
his anus.

He tensed and I had to slap his oily ass, and order him to relax. His ass relaxed
but I could see his hands had a steel grasp on the sheets. He was still a virgin!
Could this get any more fun?!

He tried to protest the second I inserted a fingertip. I slapped his ass again, hard,
to silence him. I pushed the rest of my finger in, and began to explore his
prostate. He started moaning, and writhing back against me. That didn't take
long. I'd have him all stretched out in no time.

I broke away for a moment, and went to my trusty toy drawer, pulling out a
small vibrator. After lubing it up, I inserted it into his ass, and turned the switch.
It began to hum softly and Ben was pushing back against me, fucking the
vibrator. Every sign he had given me all evening told me that I'd finally found
my soul mate but, just in case, I knew how to cinch the deal by withholding
orgasm, the ultimate tool for ensuring a slave's loyalty. But, I planned to take it a
step further...

Just as he was starting to get a firm rhythm, I turned off the vibrator, and
removed it. He groaned in frustration. I leaned over, putting the vibrator on the
nightstand, and ordered him to turn over on his back. Getting in my drawer
again, I pulled out four black scarves. He didn't protest at all as I tied his wrists
and ankles to the four bedposts.

I settled myself between his legs, and said, "Watch me. Do not take your eyes off
me."

He nodded, licking his lips.

I reached for the baby oil, and poured it generously on his stomach, thighs and
balls. He started grinding his hips toward me. I massaged the oil into his belly
first, up to the base of his cock, taking care to not touch the cock at all. I then
massaged his thighs and balls, slipping my fingers down once again to play with
his newly deflowered ass. He tried to spread his legs farther but he was in too
much of a bind, so to speak. I massaged around and around, never once touching
his cock, which was now straining toward the ceiling, the head purple and
swelling, small drops of pre-cum dripping down. I looked up at Ben's face, and
smiled angelically. His eyes were pleading.

I whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Touch me! PLEASE TOUCH MY PENIS NOW!"

I smirked. "What will you give me to play with your cock?"

"I'll give you anything. I swear. Please! I have to cum! Please let me cum in you,
ma'am!"

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything!!"

"How about a ring and a wedding date?"

"Yes, anything! Yes, I will marry you, ma'am. I swear it!! Please fuck me!!!"

He was sweating and shaking as my hands continued to swirl across his skin,
always just missing the base of his cock. He continued to try to move his cock in
the direction of my fingertips. He failed each time.

I bent forward, staring at him, and my tits were just centimeters away. He
strained to try to move his cock tip towards them, wanting anything to touch him
at all." I moved away before he could.

He groaned again, his eyes begging. My pussy was soaking the bed underneath
us. I needed release soon.

I crawled over him, making sure that no part of my body touched his suffering,
lonely cock.

I shimmied all the way up his body, dragging my wet pussy across his stomach,
leaving a trail of my clear juice. I then put my knees on either side of his head,
and settled myself on his face.

"Lick my cunt, slave boy. Make me cum or I won't touch your cock until our
wedding night!"

He went to work, licking and slurping. And, cum I did, grinding into him until
he couldn't breathe. I came all over his face and, when I moved away, my juices
were dripping down both his cheeks. That was the sexiest I'd ever seen him up
until that moment and I wanted to fuck him so badly but it was far too early for
that reward.

Turning again, I saw his cock was still just as miserable as it had been moments
before, tall, hard, and begging to be rubbed, squeezed, and given release.

I trailed my fingers around the base again, not touching the shaft at all.

"Please, you promised!" he begged.

Getting up, and heading to the shower, I said, "Yes, I did. But, you see, I've
changed my mind, Ben. I've decided you need to save yourself for our wedding
night. Why don't you think about how quickly you can make that wedding
happen while I go wash up?"
"Please, Nikki!" He looked like he was going to cry again.

Turning briefly, I said, "And, remember, NO touching your own cock. It is mine
now, to do with as I please. Each morning when you shower, I will clean it for
you. I know that will be humiliating for you but that's the way it's going to be. If
you're a good boy between now and our wedding, I might let you cum on our
wedding night...or I might not. We'll have to see how well you behave." I
continued walking toward the bathroom.

Defeated, he replied, "Yes, ma'am." After a moment, he called, "Can I get in the
shower with you right now?"

I was too sharp for that ploy.

"No," I firmly replied. "You're going to stay right there, tied up, naked, exposed,
and HARD until morning."
 The Proposal

by Joshua

Looking back, I misread all the signs when Hannah and I were dating. Three
months into our relationship when, at the end of an exhilarating duel of tongues,
she shut down my hopes to go further. I assumed it was my fault for going too
quickly.

Months later, when she would cease a blow job early, or end our coital
entanglements as abruptly as they had begun, I assumed it was some fickleness
on her part. I would have left a woman with a less captivating charm and I think
she knew it. Instead, I found her as intoxicating as she was perplexing and,
before I realized it, I was professing my perpetual love over a fancy dinner that
ended with me unveiling a tiny sliver of metal and stone to her.

Looking past the ring into my eyes in her sweet yet assertive way, she told me to
kneel before her chair with it. Assuming it was a matter of tradition, I indulged
her, and knelt at her feet, while presenting the ring with a showy flourish. But,
instead of the simple, unequivocal yes that I had expected, she cleared her throat.
"I want to be in control," she stated with no other explanation, plucking the ring
from my hands, and putting it on her own finger.

No sooner had we gotten in the car than I brought up that I had always
considered her an equal in our relationship. When she rebuffed my concern, I
asked if it was simply too soon, and if I had not adequately considered her
feelings by proposing. She turned to me, and firmly said, "I will be controlling
you more now."

Startled, I asked her to explain. As she offered details of what she meant, I began
to see a pattern. It was in the bedroom that she craved dominion over me and
everything she did was orchestrated to that end. Everything. Her decision to
spend more time sculpting her bush than it would have taken to shave or wax
wasn't aesthetic, but a way of reminding me that she was a woman, not a girl.
Midway through sex, when she called it off, it wasn't tiredness or discomfort.
She wanted me to go to bed wanting her. And, when she had given me a
blindfold and restraints for my last birthday, they weren't intended to be used on
her. As it dawned on me that she wanted to pursue BDSM in our relationship, I
couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. After thinking it over, I resolved to
indulge her at least this once, before deciding the fate of our future.

"Will it hurt?" I asked nervously as she fastened the thick restraints around my
wrists, and tossed my clothes aside.

"Not much," she replied, without any sense of mirth. "It's more about power. As
long as you're a good boy, you should be fine, though I do recall telling you that
you weren't allowed to speak." She paused thoughtfully, "I think you need to be
reminded that you belong to Lady Hannah." With that, she withdrew to my
closet, leaving me to wonder what punishment she had in mind.

When she returned, she was wearing my favorite shirt, a tenderly worn t-shirt
commemorating a concert I had attended years ago. It hung loosely over her
body as she crossed the room to stand beside the bed. Peeling the shirt off in a
single motion, she revealed a tight, black bustier and a matching pair of
crotchless panties underneath. Leaning in, she whispered huskily into my ear.
"We're just animals," she hissed. "We have to mark what's ours."

With a slight tinge of fear, I locked eyes with her and she smiled cruelly as she
casually tossed the t-shirt to her feet. Never breaking her self-sure grin, she
squatted until her eyes were level with mine, and released a thin stream of urine
onto the crumpled shirt. Staring helplessly, fear washed over me as I wondered
what my captor intended to do with the soiled fabric. Breaking eye contact, I
glanced furtively at the drenched shirt, agonizing over whether she would make
me wear it. If she intended to mark me as one of her possessions, this was one
way to do it.

As the stream faded into a trickle, she knelt down, and plucked my discarded
boxers from the floor before using them to wipe away any straggling drops.
Pausing thoughtfully, she dropped the boxers to the floor. "Maybe I should just
let you clean me up some," she boasted as she climbed onto the bed, and
straddled my face. Slowly, she lowered her pristinely pruned pussy over my
mouth until I was nearly drowning in her welling excitement. Not content to
simply perch over me, she began vigorously grinding her sopping cunt into my
face, prickling my nose with her wiry pubes, and coating my mouth and chin
with her effluence. I lapped harder, twisting my tongue into her pulsating pussy
before snaking it back out over her labia, and flicking it across her clit. Tugging
at my hair as she thrusted, her fingers clenched and relaxed in concert with the
weight of her body against my lips. Together, we exchanged staggered gasps as
she moaned in delight and I struggled to breathe through her nether lips. With
each purloined breath, my lungs filled with her intoxicating aroma; her perfume,
sweat, and secretions blending into an enthralling medley of desire and
anticipation.

Reaching back, Hannah gave my blood-bloated cock a single, brutal tug, testing
its turgidity in her grip. Satisfied by what she felt, she slid over the slope of my
chest before working my throbbing head into her inner sanctum. I felt the length
of my shaft slowly glide inside her supple body as she braced her weight against
my shackled arms. She easily enveloped the whole of my manhood, coating my
cock with a layer of her nectar, before digging her nails into the muscles of my
chest, and grinding against me. Not to be outdone, I began thrusting upward,
mustering my own strength against the combination of her and my chains. My
efforts quickly drew a sharp rebuke. "I will tell you when and how I want you to
move!" she commanded, digging her fingernails painfully into my chest.

Chastened, I lay still, feeling the power hidden in her lithe frame as she worked
herself into a steady rhythm against me, plunging my cock inside her body at her
whim. Finding a technique that suited her, she ordered me to join in. With an air
of authority, she goaded and critiqued my hapless thrusts, polishing my
technique with a series of colorful curses and purposeful condescension. Finally,
I settled into a gentle bobbing motion that she found to her liking and she
declared me tamed, gloating over the idea of breaking me like a mustang.
Synchronized, we bobbed and weaved together in alternating undulations of
pleasure. After a few moments, she began picking up speed, chiding me to do
the same, and setting the rhythm by tapping her finger against my chest as her
voice gave way to quiet moans of pleasure. At last, the tapping stopped as her
abs began quivering visibly beneath her skin and her nails once again embedded
themselves into my flesh. Without warning, she threw her head back, her mouth
yawning in a luxurious groan, as waves of pleasure surged from her belly before
cascading through her limbs. Her loins clenched around mine and I came inside
her, my essence milked from me by the clenching of her muscles and the
exuberant howls of her victory.

Gently, daintily, she lowered her body atop mine, resting. Her soft breasts
squeezed between us into a cushion as I heard her whisper inaudibly into my
shoulder. As suddenly as she had appeared, the fearsome Amazonian warrior
was gone. The reign of the powerful and ruthless Lady Hannah had been
deposed, usurped by the gentle cuddling of my Hannah. Likewise compelled to
whisper in this sacred moment, I asked her what she had said, apologizing that I
had not heard.

Turning her head to look me in the eyes, she brought her hand up towards our
faces, a faint sparkle danced across her finger in the dim light.

"I said yes," she breathed. "You are mine."

 My Exciting New Life

by Amanda

Some would say that my husband and I are a very lucky couple in that we have a
beautiful home, exotic holidays, new cars, and money in the bank. But, none of
that has come easily to us. We are both hard-working and it has taken us some
years to get to where we are now. I remember times when we would get by on
about four hours sleep a night in the early days when we were burning the candle
at both ends in our efforts to make the business a successful one.

Well, fortunately for us, all that hard work paid off and now we are comfortable,
and don't have to worry about money, but woe to anyone who has the audacity to
say that we are lucky! It has been sheer hard work, and not luck, that has put us
in this position. But, do you know what it's like when you have all the money
and material trappings? You are constantly looking for something new for your
somewhat jaded palate. We have done all the exciting things like skiing and
parachute jumps, and sunbathed on deserted beaches until we are both as brown
as berries. We have visited strip clubs where I have watched my husband have a
private dance and he has gotten a massive erection by watching me have one,
too!

But, after years of vanilla sex (which, don't get me wrong, does get you to
climax), it can become somewhat safe and 'samey', if you understand me. Too
many nights of doing 'it' in the same position, under the duvet and with the lights
off often left me wanting more. William is a very understanding husband, and
has always gone out of his way to make me happy, and give me what I want.
But, there are some things that couples just don't talk about because they don't
want to hurt anyone's feelings. So, for a long time, I put up and shut up, and
didn't tell him I was feeling bored and wanted more excitement.

One night, I decided to have an experiment to see how he would take to doing
things a little differently than usual. We were in bed and, as usual, he made sure
that I came before he climbed on top to fuck me. Now, I know this had been his
way for years but I thought I would change things around a little. And, boy am I
glad that I did because that was the first night of our new sexual existence.
Instead of just lying there, and taking it, I flipped over so that William was on
his back instead. I straddled him so that I could be in charge for a change.

He looked a bit surprised when I leaned over, and turned the bedside lamp on,
and even more so when I said, "I want to see you fucking me. Just watch your
dick slide into my cunt, William, and see how hot that looks." I grabbed the base
of his shaft, and fed it into me, making him look down towards my pussy. The
result was that he didn't last more than a minute, and was full of gasps and
groans, and, "Oh my gosh. Why didn't you ever do that before?"

I was so pleased with how that went, and not to mention the fact that I felt
fabulous being the one with the power for a change, that I decided to talk to him
during dinner the next evening so that we could have a proper discussion about
our sex life in general. "William darling, you did enjoy me being in charge last
night didn't you?" I asked him.

"Gosh, yes," he said. "I hadn't realized how much it could seem like watching a
porn movie when I could see my dick sliding into you. It was just too exciting to
hold back."

That was the kind of response I had been hoping for because I had started to
formulate a little plan. "And, did you enjoy me being in charge?" He nodded.
"That's good," I said. "Because, how would you like it if we took that a little
further next time?"

He stopped eating his dinner, and looked up at me with excitement in his eyes. "I
would be quite happy to leave all that in your hands, honey," he replied. "In fact,
I'm getting excited just thinking about it. But, I'll just ask you to do one thing."

"What's that?"

"Surprise me. Don't tell me what you're going to do. I think it would be even
more exciting for both of us that way."

"Leave it to me; you won't know what to expect and, hopefully, you'll like it." I
went straight upstairs after dinner to put my plan into action. When I had
finished, I called William up, and greeted him at our bedroom door, dressed in
my most expensive lingerie. His eyes lit up. "Lie on the bed naked," I said.

I had never seen William get stripped so quickly. He threw himself on the bed,
and laughed, "Okay, do whatever you want."

"I hope you mean that," I said, grabbing his wrists and tying them to the head of
the bed. I did the same to his ankles and he was already hard after watching me
bending over and giving him a tantalizing glimpse of my ass. I picked up a
blindfold I had bought that day, and slipped it around his head.

"Fuck me, you sexy bitch," he almost growled, his cock was red and throbbing,
and twitching with pre-cum.

I straddled his chest once I had taken my panties off, and made him listen to the
noises I made as I fingered my wet pussy, and then shoved my fingers into his
mouth. "Lick them clean," I commanded. I was really close to cumming myself;
I was enjoying things so much. I climbed on, and slipped his hard cock into me
and rode it, grinding my clit onto his pubic bone. He followed soon after.

When I let him loose, he hugged me so tightly I almost couldn't breathe. We

agreed that we had a fabulous time and that next time I am going to take things a
bit further, and have already bought a soft whip so that we can see how we feel
about trying some whipping along with the bondage. I, for one, cannot wait!
 She Likes Staying Wet

by the Pool Boy

I guess my wife has always been somewhat of an exhibitionist. What many

women would be too timid to wear, she does. Dresses that expose ALL her
cleavage, right down to her belly button, high skirts that have people staring to
catch a glimpse of her ass...or more, see-through tops. You know the type. That
woman you won't take home to your mother. Well, I did take her home to my
mother...and my parents can't stand her. I don't care. I have the sexiest eye candy
on the street, probably in town. Other men envy me. I know how good I have it.
They probably assume she wears that stuff to impress me, and to make me
proud. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Goddess (that's what she makes me call her) wears those sexy outfits to attract
OTHER men, and to make me jealous. It works and I like it.

But, back to the beginning. I was going to tell you how our roles have always
been reversed. I can't tell you when I started to get sexually aroused by being
degraded and humiliated. I guess that would be a conversation for a shrink. No, I
don't have one and I don't want one. I like the way I am.

We hadn't been dating long when Goddess started showing signs of frustration in
my words and actions, pretty much everything I did. You know, leaving my
socks on the floor, not calling her back right away, not noticing she trimmed her
hair. Things like that. I didn't understand why she was complaining about small
stuff. I thought maybe she was already getting tired of me so I tried hard to
impress her in every way, hoping she would stick around. The more I tried to
make her happy, the more angry she seemed to get. I swear it was like she
looked for stuff to complain about. One night, she suggested some "punishment"
might help me mend my ways. I was getting desperate at that point to make her
happy so I agreed. I had NO idea that she meant sexual punishment. By the end
of that night, I had a rosy-red ass and I was thinking of more ways to upset her
just so I could have another painful spanking!

Looking back, that's the night the tone was set for the rest of our courtship and
marriage. The very next day, she wanted to lay out and get a tan by my pool. I
have a large backyard with a low stone wall surrounding my garden and pool.
Don't be too impressed. That garden is tended to by my fantastically talented
gardener. I never touch it. But, it's nice to look at. The pool has a rock waterfall
and the sound is very relaxing. It's a quiet neighborhood and even the neighbors
comment about the soothing sound of my waterfall.

Goddess was lying on her stomach on the lounge chair when I came out to offer
her a drink. She snapped that it had taken me too long, and asked why I didn't
already know she wanted a Mai Tai. I shook my head. Was I going to be
punished for not being psychic now? I hoped so! I quickly went inside to make
her Mai Tai at the bar.

I then came outside, stood above her, and waited for her to roll over. She yelled
at me for my shadow being on her. "My tan might be uneven!" As she sat up, her
untied bikini top was left on the lounge. She turned over and her tits bobbed as
she reached for the glass. I couldn't help but stare. After weeks of lying by my
pool, her small bikini had left white triangles on her breasts and her dark nipples
were square in the middle of those triangles. I felt myself getting hard.

I licked my hot lips. "Suntan oil, dear?" I prayed she would say yes. She did.

She placed her drink on the table, and laid down flat on her back. I bent over,
and grabbed the brown bottle of oil. I sloshed a bunch on my hand, and then bent
over, and started rubbing it on her legs first. I worked my way up to her thighs.
As my fingers brushed the front of her bikini bottoms, she spread her legs
slightly. Yes!!! I barely dipped my fingertips under the edges of the bikini so as
not to miss any spots. If I did, there would be hell to pay. I then moved to the top
of the bikini bottoms, and dipped my fingertips in again.

She said, "Take them off." I thought I was going to lose it right there.

I slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and then her ankles, and then
dropped them on the ground. I leaned over her again, and poured the warm oil
directly on the white triangle surrounding her shaved mound. It was so white. I
feared it would get burned but I figured she knew what she was doing. If it got
burned, maybe she'd let me rub lotion on it later... She took her legs off the
lounge, and put her feet on either side of it, on the ground. I sat between her legs
then, and made sure every millimeter of her glistening pussy was covered in oil.
She was moaning pretty loudly by then and I quickly looked over the stone wall
to my neighbor's yard. Thank goodness nobody was out there at the moment. I
spread her pussy lips apart and ducked my head between her legs. The oil
smelled like coconut, but didn't taste like it. I didn't care. I swirled my tongue
over and under her cunt, in and out. I inserted my well-oiled fingers first into her
pussy and then her ass, which she loved. The faster my tongue swirled, the more
she gyrated her hips, and the louder she moaned. She came pretty quickly after
that, and then visibly relaxed on the lounge. I stood up, moved beside her, and
poured oil on her white tits. I massaged them for a long time and she was getting
worked up again, her dark nipples puckered and standing straight up, facing the
sun. When I picked up the bottle to pour more on my hands, I dropped it and it
sloshed onto her neck and hair. Before I could even reach to grab it, I felt a sharp
slap across my cheek. She screeched, "You fool! Can't you do anything right?"

I stood up, apologizing, and reaching for a towel. She grabbed it from me, wiped
the oil from her neck, and tried to get it out of her hair. It was no use. I couldn't
even look in her eyes. I knew they were spewing fury. She stood up, shaking and
still completely nude, and screeched, "Take off your clothes!"

I glanced again over the stone wall and I was horrified to see our neighbor, Jerry,
and he was looking right back at me, clearly enjoying the show. Goddess
followed my gaze, and noticed Jerry, too. She didn't seem to care that he was
staring at her heaving chest and her pussy tan lines.

"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, NOW!!!"

I did, and left them on the hot cement. I glanced at Jerry again. He was still
staring, a smile on his face. I was so embarrassed but I didn't have much time to
dwell on our audience.

Goddess gritted her teeth, and spewed, "Get on your hands and knees! NOW!"

I did as I was told. The cement was so hot! I was embarrassed to realize my cock
was getting hard. I didn't know if it was from the oncoming punishment or from
the humiliation of having an audience.

I turned my head, and saw Goddess walking toward the edge of the small
garden. She grabbed a small branch, and pulled. It easily cracked off the trunk.
As she walked back to me, she was running her fingers over the stick. Her
naked, oily body was glistening in the sun.
She quickly walked up behind me, and proceeded to give me about 20 licks with
the stick. Each one hurt worse than the previous swing. The more she whipped
me, the more sore my ass became. A couple of times, that stick came
dangerously close to my balls! I was moaning and crying, and begging her to
stop but my sobs seemed to make her even angrier.

She threw the stick down, and ordered me to the pool. I started to get in but she
stopped me.

"Sit on the side. I'll be right back."

I sat down and the hot cement scorched my already blistered butt.

She disappeared inside and I looked over at Jerry. He was still smiling and he
whispered loudly, "You lucky asshole!"

Goddess emerged from the house then, and approached the pool. She had a large
wooden spoon in her hand. Her favorite one from the kitchen. She stepped into
the pool, and walked down the two steps. She dropped down, and got her entire
body wet, before putting her head under. When she emerged, she was dripping
from everywhere. She was so beautiful. I noticed the spoon was dripping, too. I
was so hot but I knew asking her if I could get in the water would not work. She
never let me do what I really wanted to.

She said, "Put your hands behind your head, and lock your fingers." I did.

She approached me, walking to the first step. She said, "Spread your legs." I
obeyed again.

She then raised the wooden spoon, and brought it down hard on my inner thigh.

Smack!

I screeched. I couldn't help it. I was trying to take my punishment like a man
because Jerry was watching but I couldn't hold it in. Goddess hit me again, on
the other thigh. I tried to close my legs but she punished me by bringing the
spoon down sharply on my now deflated cock! I cried like a baby and she
laughed at me!

"Are you going to keep your legs spread now?"

"Yes, Goddess," I whispered.

She smacked my face with her other hand.

"What did you say?!" she yelled.

"Yes, Goddess!" I replied louder.

With my legs spread again, she proceeded to spank my inner thighs with the
spoon repeatedly. They were already starting to bruise but I was far more
concerned about how close she kept coming to my cock.

She stopped suddenly, and released the spoon. It floated away from her, toward
the waterfall.

She dropped down, and leaned toward me. She then grabbed my cock, and
pulled me forward. I obeyed, and ended up sitting on the first step. The cool
water felt so good on my blistered ass and thighs!

She was still oily, and started working my cock with her hand, up and down. It
didn't take long for it to be standing at attention, protruding out of the water. She
lowered her head over it, and took it into her mouth, pumping it furiously. I
glanced over at Jerry. He grinned, and gave me the thumbs up. I was even more
humiliated, and looked back down. Goddess was nibbling the tip, sticking her
tongue in the hole, looking for precum. She did that a lot. Just as I was about to
come, she stopped. She does that a lot, too. I rarely get to come.

Just as I was about to lose it, she stopped, turned over, and presented her perfect,
round ass to me. She bent over the side of the pool and I knew what to do. I
plunged my cock into her pussy and she groaned. She then yelled, "Faster!" I
obliged.

I noticed she dipped her hand under the water and that she was now furiously
working her own cunt. She came quickly, and shuddered over and over again
around my wanting cock. I asked her, "May I please come, too, Goddess?"

She immediately moved forward, leaving my erect cock waving in the cold pool,
turned around, and smacked my face once again.

"Not until you learn to be perfect!" she hissed.

She then walked up the steps, and back to the pool lounge. As she laid back
down, water dripped from her sides and her hair while her hard nipples peaked
with water droplets in the sun.

With her eyes closed, she snapped, "Go get the sifter, and start cleaning the pool,
Pool Boy. And, stay naked."

Jerry was right. I am a lucky asshole.

 The Last Act Of A Dom Wife

by Mildred

All I will say is that it pays to be able to pay for the kindness of a funeral
director.

My husband would have literally risen from his overpriced coffin if I had not
included that cock ring in his jacket pocket. Steve, our family undertaker, is a
friend, and has consistently enjoyed our generous contributions to his business
over the years. The fact that he also has a thing for GILF's (me being probably
the spunkiest one he has ever come across) served me well when making this last
play of domination for my dear, sweet, departed husband of 53 years.

We enjoyed a great ride, Frankie and I, working hard to keep our specialty
grocery running, raising two kids, and all the while stealing time away for me to
hang him from the eye hooks in the basement dungeon of our store. I would also
keep his balls shaved, and occasionally blue, when I made him wait out a month
of chastity at a time.

We loved the tight, eight-block neighborhood we grew our family and business
in, living our life with nary a care in the world, and hiding what we were really
about...what we had in each other. People just thought we had a pretty
spectacular marriage.

I was not mourning his passing, you see. I was celebrating because we'd had it
all.

I could still recall my husband and I first stepping into the top and bottom,
BDSM, sub/dom world (though those definitions did not exist for us then). It
was a hot day in 1965. We had just made a deal with a small supplier from
Midori (the very town my grandparents were from), and were trying to decide
how much to spend---and where to spend it---to expand a section of the store.
Still newlyweds, Frank and I were making a living, but watching our dollars at
the same time. It was as he pouted about where to put our new shelves that the
heat rose with my frustration at my new husband's incessant need to weigh every
option infinitum. I couldn't help myself. I reached for the rattan carpet beater I
kept to the side of the back door, and promptly swatted my man's bottom to get
his attention.

The "fump pish" sound, Frank's reaction, the intake of breath I couldn't then
seem to be able to release---it was as if I had found a beautiful, locked door
suddenly opened. My sexual experiences being few, I didn't know I could even
be excited by the thought of striking my husband. For sure, we had enjoyed a
good sex life in our relatively new marriage but this sudden bite of what
suddenly seemed a very forbidden yet ripe fruit made me tingle in places I never
even knew I had.

"Take 'em down, take 'em down," I recall whispering, while pointing to his
trousers. Frank, clearly surprised but silent, did just that as I came to see the
massive, quick hard-on he sported.

He got 20 high, hard, quick hits that day in the back of the store, halted only by
the trilling bell over the door sounding a customer. I gingerly placed that rug
beater down as I returned to the register, red-faced, knowing Frank and I would
revisit this amazing happenstance again.

We later built a back room for a new line but, when customers were not in the
store, you can imagine what Frank and I got up to back there. In the three years
that followed, we kept the specific moments of me topping him (we still had no
idea of BDSM terms) to that space. It was all not much more than quick
spankings and then Frank mounting me on a pallet of some imported cheese
bundles or such. But, those erections he sported, and how quick he was at taking
down his pants, and how wet I was when walking through the empty store to
meet him, indicated we were well onto something that would fuel our marriage
for a very long time.

By '68, we were adding even more products as the money began to roll in. The
time had come to truly expand and we did so, buying old man Jerimo's store a
block down from us. The chubby bald guy was "gettin' out, out, out" he assured
us, and offered his bunker of a store for a bargain price. The place was perfect---
close enough to our home location and, much to our delight, it had a large
basement and, at one end, an old room used at one time for cold storage.

Frank quickly fashioned this second room into our dungeon (again we didn't call
it that) and we'd take long weeknights down there. I came to learn all manner of
kinky ways of getting my husband to submit to me, beyond just spanking him,
slowly adopting the roles of Mistress and slave, just like we saw couples do on
the 8 millimeter films Frank began sending away for.

Things escalated from spanking to what I slowly learned was CBT (cock and
ball torture) as Frank and I found our games seemingly limitless.

Given the time, the money we were making, and the fact that we were a lusty
couple growing more intimate because of our scenes (we were both doing what
we could to research what we thought was part and parcel only our desire), we
came to make friends with people worldwide, folks we met through importing,
old world European-monied couples who knew more about the 'lifestyle' than we
ever imagined there was to it. Our vacations became ever longer journeys to
exotic locales that supported our desires and we came to realize that we
matched-up perfectly to one another, sensing that, deep down, each side of the
coin matters.

Many a time, Frank reasoned aloud that, the first time he saw me, what attracted
him to me (beyond my honey curls) was how confident I seemed to walk
through a room. I admitted it was his broad chest, as well as a softness in what
seemed a mighty rugged exterior, that got to me about him when we had first
been introduced by a mutual neighborhood friend.

We were a kinky couple, and could afford to buy expensive toys. I had dildoed
Frank, and made him take more than one cock in his ass and mouth over the
years. I had taken five lovers in total to cuckold him with. And, of course, there
had been the spankings, floggings and CBT we came to regard as our art. Never
once did he refuse me, nor I him, and we rarely had sex without some sort of
kink being involved, even if it was simply Frank wearing a pair of my panties.

As I sat there in that modest funeral home, a pair of Frank's favorite of my

crotch-less panties on under my skirt, I was even then trying to determine if
indeed Steve, our family undertaker, had a solid ass under his suit jacket...and if
it would be worth it to me to begin to keep the man by approaching him with the
time and money I could well afford.

Frank, wouldn't want it any other way.

 Loving Every Second of This Life

by the Eager Cuckold

There I was, stranded in that position again---my tight butt popped up, my
underwear hammocked mid thigh, my ever-growing erection pushed as deeply
through Angela's closed, thick thighs as possible, the edge of her right one
tickling the head of my penis, my freckled lower back arched in anticipation of
the next quick smack from her wide right palm, my left hand clutched around
her ankle, just where the thin black strap circled her foot (man, am I ever glad
we had that week in Paris where I could buy her such sexy heels), my right hand
just under her thighs, at once holding onto the hem of her mini-skirt as well as
trying to wiggle my finger up under it, my head swimming as my girlfriend of
nine months scolded me once again, calling me "naughty little boy".

I might not ever be able to free myself of affording this woman who affords me
such an escape into my own needs.

I had been searching for a dom lady through my years of working 18-hour days
while building my father's already bustling business into the industry it is today.
I had never been interested in the well-coifed, positioned women I met who
seemed eager to dominate me simply because of whose son I was. I truly do
enjoy the largess, and work hard now to keep my money building, but cash does
not desire make as I learned dating the women in my past. But, needing what I
did sexually, I took domination when offered, though it was, until now, almost
always a lackluster enterprise, with me prompting through scenes way too much.

But this bubbling beauty sitting up over me then was of a different order and,
while certainly a well-to-do daughter of a presentable businessman, there was
something about this woman that made her take to just about everything. And,
for my good fortune, doming me.

SLAP! SLAP!

Angela's hand resounded, bouncing off the very bottom of my cheeks,

dangerously close to the back of my testicle sac, which this woman had so
artfully moved and shifted so I was literally lying on it, pushed back between my
legs so she could sufficiently hit my balls at the same time she did my ass.

I pushed up into her again but my raging erection found no better purchase than
where it was already squeezed between the woman's thighs.

For sure, Angela is not new to doming her men. I am certainly not her first and,
as she reminds me, I won't be her last.

It excites me to play the cuckold as Angela well knows, even if, technically, we
agreed to fuck only one another. She will play dom to other men, even a guy
well below our financial station in life, because she knows it humiliates me to
know she does. And, she likes "lots of cock and ass" around her when she can
manage.

"Time to turn over, baby," Angela cooed and I managed to do so only after she
opened her thighs.

I stood, turned, and then lay back over her lap, draped cock-up. I knew what I
was in for. I took in the high ceilinged room around us as I spread my legs.

"Open, open," the chubby cheeked beauty sitting under me coaxed, tapping the
fingers of her right hand into my suffering purpling sack.

That Angela is missing a finger on her right hand is a fact that excites me more
than I care to admit. In the world I run with, as well as the one she is from, there
are no freaks of malformity. We enjoy all manner of augmentation and surgeries.
Angela's breasts are so shelf-like high people often assume her 36D's have been
lifted. But, through the blinding white teeth, hair plugs, Botox and skin peels I
meet on a daily basis (and that's just from the men), to have a woman who sports
a 'flaw' like this (the result of a fishing accident when she was 16), which she
does well to exploit every chance she gets, makes her a mystery to me on
another level entirely.

"Ah, honey, honeee!" I wailed as my girlfriend continued her consistent and

increased heavy tapping of the area between the bottom of my balls and just
where my taint begins.

"You know, I love to get you nice and sore just about everywhere," she giggled
as I squirmed, and ached to let her do just that.
I could never have planned for this startling beauty as much as I have come to
crave her. I had no idea just how much and precisely the kind of domination I
wanted until Angela and I started dating. And, I do not have any idea where any
of this is going to lead though I will do everything in my considerable power to
keep us together.

All I do know is that I am loving every second of this life.

 Exciting Retirement

by Jodie

My name is Jodie and my husband Phil and I are journalists. We have spent
many years now in building up our business and, due to our damn hard work, we
now employ a staff of 50, and can afford to take things a little easier these days.
The only problem with that is we are both workaholics who are used to being
busy. You would think we would enjoy the break, wouldn't you? But, I am
accustomed to running around at a high rate of speed, and yelling at people all
day.

Now, don't get me wrong, I am not a nasty boss. It's just that, when you are
printing a newspaper, you are working on a tight schedule and you need people
to move fast. When I say 'do something', I don't expect it to be done in ten
minutes time; I expect it to be done as soon as the words are out of my mouth!
Anyway, I digress, I wanted to tell you about some of the things Phil and I have
been up to since we decided to slow down a bit.

About a month ago now, I promoted my old friend and co-worker, Linda, to
editor-in-chief, with the plan being that Phil and I could go off, and do whatever
we wanted to do. The first couple of weeks were great. We had a long weekend
break in Colorado skiing, we swam with dolphins in Key Largo, and we spent
some quality time together. All sounds great, doesn't it? But I'm BORED! I'm so
used to being in charge, and having the kick of adrenaline when an exciting story
comes in and I have only an hour to get it to press.

So, I quickly found myself looking for the next adrenaline rush, and wondering
where I could get that 'kick up the butt, heart-fluttering, yes, THIS IS IT!' feeling
from again. About a week ago, Phil and I were lounging on the couch and, as
usual, I was feeling restless as I couldn't get used to sitting around doing nothing.
Although Phil is as used to having a busy lifestyle as I am, he is more laid back
about down-time. His favorite phrase is, "Don't sweat it."

While that may seem like a nice attitude, I cannot be like that. So, I started
wandering around the downstairs, looking out the window, and generally
wondering what to do when Phil came up with the idea of watching some porn.
Now, I don't mind a bit of porn, I have to say, but I was surprised by his choice
of genre. He slipped a DVD into the player and the first thing that appeared on
screen was a woman in a leather mask (and little else!), holding a whip. There
was a guy on his knees at her feet and she was smacking his ass with this long
cat-o'-nine-tails thing.

That piqued my interest for sure. I sat down to watch and Phil snuggled himself
in next to me. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and, as the movie went
on, I was aware of a change in his breathing. I knew he was getting excited.
When you have known someone as long as I've known Phil, you just know when
they are getting turned on. I have to say that this was not something I thought
would have appealed to Phil, as he has always seemed such a 'manly' man. And,
I wouldn't have been able to imagine him getting off on receiving pain from a
woman.

"So, what do you think?" he asked as he pressed the stop button.

"About what?" I asked, unsure as to what he meant.

"About us trying something like that out."

I sat, and thought for a moment. Sure, I like telling people what to do, but it had
never occurred to me that I could be telling my husband what to do. "What
would you get out of it?" I asked.

"Honey, try to understand that just sometimes I would love to be able to hand
over control, and not be in charge. I've spent so long being the one saying 'do
this, do that' that I would love for you to be telling me what to do for a change."

As I said before, I know I'm something of an adrenaline junkie, and the more I
thought about it, the more it appealed to me.

"So, when were you thinking of?" I asked.

"What's wrong with right now?" he asked, standing up, and making a move
toward the bedroom.

I followed him, and it became obvious that this was something he must have
been thinking about for awhile because, there on the bed was a mask, some
handcuffs, and a small paddle.

"Please, honey?" There was a question in his voice, and I thought, why not?

"Strip," I told him, quickly getting into my 'she who must be obeyed' mode.

He did, and got onto his knees on the floor by the bed. "Hands behind your
back," I ordered, and slipped the handcuffs onto him.

"Lean your front part onto the bed," I said, wanting his ass to be sticking up in
the air. I placed the blindfold on him, and then was slightly unsure where to start.

"Tell me I've been a bad boy," he begged.

Well if that's what you want, that's what you are going to get, I thought. I picked
up the paddle, and said, "You are a dirty little bastard, aren't you? How dare you
bring filth into my home?!" I brought the paddle down onto his butt, unsure how
hard to do it.

Phil moaned and I looked to his naked middle, and wasn't entirely surprised to
see that he had a rock-hard erection. I brought the paddle down again, a bit
harder that time. Bright red marks appeared on Phil's ass cheeks and I have to
say that I felt wonderful! I felt alive and glowing, and realized that I could really
get into this. It appealed to my authoritative nature.

"More, harder," Phil begged but I thought I would make him wait a little while. I
took my own clothes off, and realized how wet I was. I stood right beside Phil's
head, and started frigging my clit. "Listen to how wet I am," I urged as I fingered
myself. "If you are a good boy, I might let you eat me in awhile but, first, I have
to punish you for not asking permission before you bought those DVD's." (I was
really into it by then.)

I continued to smack Phil with one hand while making myself cum with the
other. As I moaned through my climax, Phil joined in, and shot his load all over
the polished wooden floor. Fuck! I thought. Now I'm gonna have to clean that
up! And then I realized something.

"Lick that floor clean!" I commanded.

Yes, I'm going to enjoy 'taking it easy' now!

 Imagine

by Jo

Do you ever imagine what your life would be like if you hadn't taken a certain
course of action, and what you would now be doing instead? I know that I do.
My name is Jo (Joanna, but only my mother ever called me that!) and my
husband Clint and I are great advocates of the BDSM lifestyle. But, it wasn't
always that way.

I suppose I have long been the more adventurous one of the two of us and I
never thought that I would be able to get Clint interested in this kind of thing.
And yet, here we are now, both 'at it' every week! So, how did we get started?

Just over a year ago, Clint and I went through what can only be termed as a
rough patch. We were arguing all the while and I, for one, felt completely
dissatisfied with our life. It had become boring and mundane and I was craving
excitement, but didn't know where to get that from. I was snapping at Clint for
the slightest thing and, while I knew that what I was doing wasn't justified in the
circumstances, I also didn't know how to bring up the real thing that was
bothering me.

Our sex life had become extremely boring. I know that, when you have been
together a while, these things can happen but I didn't want to hurt his feelings by
telling him that flat out. I was restless, and wanted us to try new things; I just
didn't know what new things. I finally found what it was I was looking for when
I went on a business trip with Becky, a work colleague of mine.

I had known Becky for almost five years by then and I knew there was
something 'different' about her. I just didn't know what it was until that weekend.
We finished our conference on Friday evening by eight o'clock, and had the rest
of the evening to ourselves. Becky knew the town we were staying in far better
than I did so, when she suggested we go clubbing, I was happy to follow her
lead.

Well, was I ever surprised when she took me to a fetish club! I had wondered if
she was into something like that when I saw her outfit for the evening. She wore
a skin-tight, black pencil skirt, sky-scraper heels, and a tight, see-through black
lace shirt. She looked something like a Burlesque dancer when she topped the
outfit off with long gloves and scarlet lipstick. Did I feel out of place when we
got there and I was in my usual jeans and t-shirt!

Anyway, we went in, ordered drinks, and sat down for a while. I looked around
and I know I must have looked like an idiot because my mouth was open with
shock at some of the things I saw. It seemed that most of the men who attended
were of the submissive sort as I saw many on their naked knees, wearing collars,
and being led around the place by their dom, which in most cases was a female.

"Do you do stuff like this?" I asked Becky.

"All the time," she smiled. "I thought you would have guessed already. Is it
something you think you could be into?"

"I think I need to learn more about it first," I replied.

"Okay, let's go to one of the scene rooms and you can see the kinda things
people do in there."

She led the way to a room and, for a moment, I was shocked at what was going
on. But, the more I watched, the more turned on I became. There were loads of
strong women there, all telling their subs what to do, and deciding when they
would be allowed to cum, etc. But the men, far from looking as if they were in
pain, all seemed to be enjoying it. A seed was planted in my mind and I
wondered of something like this would take away the boredom I was feeling
with Clint.

Most of the time we had been together, he had been an extremely laid-back kind
of guy who was always happy for me to make the decisions. I think it was
because he was so 'nice' that I struggled to tell him our lovemaking was flat and
boring. But, I began to realize that one of us needed to do something to make
things change...and that someone was going to have to be me. I watched for a
while longer, and actually became so turned on by the proceedings that I had to
pay a visit to the bathroom to relieve my frustration. A quick fingering of my clit
and I was a happy girl! I vowed that, when I got home, I would tell Clint what I
wanted.
I decided that there was no point in prevaricating so I came straight to the point,
and told him where I had been that weekend. He went to get us a bottle of wine
to share and we sat down for a chat. I told him how turned on I had been by
everything and he looked at first shocked, then bemused, and finally seemed to
realize that I was being serious.

"Are you saying you want us to try that?"

"Yes, I do. I did find out that it's not all about pain, though. A lot of it is about
control. Don't you think it would be really exciting to be hugely turned on, and
yet stopped from cumming until I decided that you could? Just imagine how
massive that orgasm would be when it finally happened." He did look far more
interested when I said that.

"Okay, I'm game if you are," he said. "Let's give it a go."

So, last night, we did. Because I wasn't too sure whether Clint would take to it, I
didn't want to spend money unnecessarily on 'toys' so I looked around the house
for what I could use. I found a couple of dressing gown ties, a feather duster, a
leather belt, a table tennis paddle, and some scarves that could be used for
blindfolds.

I called Clint when I had everything sorted out. He came into the bedroom,
looking around in surprise at the 'goodies' I had gathered.

"Get naked," I commanded. He quickly stripped and I was glad to see that he
was already semi-erect. He can't be thinking it's gonna be that bad! I thought.

"Lie on your back on the bed." He did so and I tied his wrists and ankles to the
bed, and then wound a scarf around his eyes for a blindfold. Now, let the games
begin, I thought. I leaned over, and took his cock into my mouth to give a little
suck to get him fully hard and he moaned when I quickly stopped. I didn't want
to get him too far, too soon.

I picked up the feather duster, and drew it across his torso and he began giggling
helplessly. Hmm, maybe that's not the effect I was after. I began running my
long nails up the inside of his thighs, gently at first, and then with more force
until he had long, red lines criss-crossing his skin. When I got to his ball sac, I
did the same there and he said, "Ow!" with surprise. I pulled my vibrator from
the bedside cabinet, and switched it on.
I knew that Clint thought I was going to use it on myself so I surprised him by
pushing it against his ass. I didn't want to hurt him too much to start with so I
only pushed a little, and tugged on his dick at the same time. When I felt how
hard he had grown in my hand, I reached into the cabinet again, and grabbed a
small bottle of lube. I poured it on the vibrator, and then I pushed it in him, to
the hilt. His hips came up off the bed and he was moaning, "Please, don't stop!"

Ok, I thought. Time now for the real purpose of this, and that's to see how well
he can take orders. "Shut up!" I shouted. "You will cum when I say you can!"

I straddled his waist above his dick, slapped him across the face with one hand,
and played with my wet pussy with the other. I could see he was torn with
confusion and lust. Once I had climaxed, I decided to leave him tied up for
awhile, and went to the kitchen.

"Be a good boy," I said. "I'll see you in awhile."

"You're not gonna leave me like this?"

"Oh, yes I am," I replied. "And, when I get back, I might decide to allow you to
cum as well."

I left him for an hour, did my stuff, and then went back in. That was the
beginning of a long night. When I did allow him to cum, hours later, boy was it
explosive!

He now wants us to get more into it and I am looking forward to tonight. I'm
going to blindfold and tie him up, and then I'm going to let him hear the click,
click of my camera, while threatening to put the pictures on the Internet. Can't
wait to see the look on his face!
 Meatloaf Memories

by Tina

Memories are a wonderful thing, aren't they? And the things that bring back
memories, such as a scent, or a certain piece of music, can be amazingly
evocative, and take you right back to where you were when it all happened.
That's what the song "Two out Of Three Ain't Bad" by Meatloaf always does to
me. As soon as I hear his rich voice singing, I'm taken right back to 1977 when I
first heard it.

I was only 18 at the time and I thought that Meatloaf was the greatest singer I
had ever heard. I was at a yacht club disco with my school friends and we were
on Easter break. The sun had been shining all day and it was a very mild night
for April in the UK. I lived in London at the time, and was fed up with school.
To be honest, I couldn't wait to leave.

My parents insisted that I stay there until I was 18 as they wanted me to go to

University. And, I would have done that but for the fact that I met Martin, who
was the DJ that night. He was much older than me at nearly 30 and I thought he
was almost like a rock star. He looked very much like David Cassidy at the time,
who was one of my favorite stars. I almost swooned every time he smiled at me.

I finally plucked up the courage to go and ask him to put my favorite song of the
time on. He had to shout in my ear to get heard above the music. "I'll put it on in
a minute, gorgeous," he yelled...and I felt my heart melt. He called me gorgeous,
I thought. "I just wanna play this one by Meatloaf first."

I nodded, and stepped back to listen to whoever this 'Meatloaf' guy was. And,
that is why I will always associate Meatloaf with the night I met Martin.

He came forward to have a slow dance with me at the end and, once more, it was
to Meatloaf. Little did I realize then how true the words would become, because
here we are 30-odd years later and I can still say that 'I want Martin, I need him,
but I'm never going to love him.' And, he is happy with that fact.
He understands me like nobody else has ever done and, although we may have
split up a few times, we always end up getting back together for nobody else
gives me what Martin does. We currently live in a huge mansion in the English
countryside (Martin later became a producer) and, most of the time, I am happy
and content with what we have. My only regret in life is that I never had kids but
what's the point in crying over something that is never going to happen? So, I
keep my tears to myself and I have to admit that I still get very angry about
things.

And, that is where Martin comes into his own. For, you see, Martin brought me
into a world that I never even knew existed when I was only 18, and that is the
world of BDSM. He is a submissive, and likes nothing better than for me to step
on his balls while wearing my high-heeled shoes. We have gotten more
immersed in this world over the last few years and, yet, when I think back now, I
can't quite remember how we first got into it.

I do know that Martin was the one to initiate things and, when he got me to agree
to live with him at the age of 20 (I never did get to University), things seemed to
progress from there. The first time I remember it happening, I was still pretty
young and, when I saw the handcuffs and blindfold on the bed, I thought he was
going to use them on me. You could have knocked me over with a feather when
I realized that he wanted me to use them on him!

"This is something special between us that not a lot of people understand," he

told me with his brown eyes, looking just like a puppy. And, I suppose back in
the early 80s, things like bondage were not something people discussed a lot. It
was pretty much kept underground, and not talked about. "Please tie me up, and
then whip me with that leather belt," he pleaded, more puppy dog than ever.

At first, it angered me to see a grown man groveling but, when I realized he was
serious, I didn't think that I could go through with it.

"I can't hurt you, Martin. I wouldn't know where to start."

"Well then, you don't love me, do you? Don't you think that hurts me every
day?" he asked, with his eyes now looking sad. "I would far rather have a
physical kind of pain than the mental torture you put me through each and every
day."

And, then I became angry. He always said that, as long as we were together, it
didn't matter what my feelings were so now I felt as if he had lied to me. I didn't
know then though that it was his way of getting me angry and he was hoping I
would retaliate. Boy, did I retaliate! I tied him up, and took great pleasure in
whipping his ass until it was criss-crossed with red lines. I then flopped on the
bed, both physically and mentally exhausted.

Every week after that, Martin would push my buttons until I found myself
initiating the bondage sessions as I had begun to enjoy them just as much as he
did. Once BDSM became more 'user-friendly,' we joined a club where we could
watch other couples enjoying the same kind of things that we like to do. We still
go there once a month. My 'services' as a Dominatrix have become renowned
throughout the club and there is often a queue of people wanting to watch me put
Martin through his paces.

And me? 'Two out of three' still does it for me and, while I may not love Martin,
I know that we belong together, and will stay that way. After all, who else would
pierce his balls with high heels, and then make another man kiss them better for
him? And for Martin? He loves me, and always has. The fact that he knows I
don't love him back makes him try even harder to please me. That serves both
our needs very well.
 Librarians are NOT Boring!

by Cherie

You get a certain impression of people who work in libraries, don't you? We all
seem to think these people are boring bookworms who like nothing better than to
snuggle up in front of the fire with a good book, rather than having any kind of
social life, right? That's what I always thought until I met Gerard five years ago.
He definitely appeared to be a bookish sort; he wore spectacles which perched
on the end of his nose, had a 'sensible' haircut and sensible clothes, and seemed
as if he would go along with anything anyone suggested in order to keep the
peace. At least, that was my first impression of him.

When my parents passed away, I was left with a sizeable inheritance, which
meant that I didn't have to work any longer. Because of that, I quickly found
myself getting bored after I had done all the shopping I could ever want to,
bought the car of my dreams, and had a couple of nice vacations. Consequently,
I got bored easily, and found myself wandering into the library one day to pass
the time. I had loved books from about the age of three, ever since my mother
had introduced them to me.

I walked into the library, squinting until my eyes became adjusted to the change
in the light, and the first person I saw was Gerard.

"Good morning. Would you like any help?" he asked pleasantly.

"Um, no, I'm fine thank you," I replied, and went off to have a look through the
horror section. Stephen King and James Herbert had long been my favorite
authors in that genre. I quickly lost myself in the books, pulled two or three from
the shelves, and sat down to decide which ones I was going to borrow. I looked
up to see Gerard with a hesitant smile on his face.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"So sorry to bother you but could I ask you a question?" He looked so cute
standing there that I smiled encouragingly for him to carry on. "I hate to sound
presumptuous but would you mind going for a drink with me one evening?" He
looked down at his feet and his face was bright red.

"I would like that, actually," I smiled. I've never been one to let things pass me
by, so was quick to follow up with, "Is tonight good for you?"

"Yes, please," he smiled and we agreed on a time and place to meet.

I was more excited about the evening than I had been about anything for a long
while, and got dressed very carefully, eager to make the right impression. We
met up at a bar in town and, from the moment we started talking, I felt as if I had
known him forever. He was so easy to talk to that I didn't want the evening to
end so I asked him to come back to my place for a coffee. And, coffee was what
I meant. Honestly!

We sat talking about our lives, the universe, and everything in between until it
was actually getting light. We have been together ever since. I simply couldn't
bear to let him go. Within a week of meeting, Gerard had packed up his small
apartment, and moved in with me. The first night we slept together, I couldn't
help feeling a little disappointed. It was slightly too 'vanilla' for my liking and I
could tell that he wasn't exactly happy either. Being my usual forthright self, I
asked if we could sit down, and have a talk about sex.

"Just be honest with me," I said. "What do you like? What gets you off? Is there
something I could do for you to get you there?"

Again, he looked down at his feet in that shy way he has, and murmured
something I couldn't quite hear.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you. Don't be shy. Just tell me. I promise I won't be
shocked."

"I have always wanted the woman to tell me what to do," he replied, a little
louder this time.

"Do you mean in bed?" I wanted to be 100% sure about what he meant.

"I mean in every aspect of life. I have always wanted to have a beautiful woman
instruct me in everything. I want you not only to tell me what to do, but order me
to do as you please. I want to serve you in the best way I know how and that's by
being an obedient slave who caters to your every need."

I won't pretend I wasn't slightly shocked to start with. But, the more I thought
about it, the more intrigued and interested I became. I mean, I have always been
the one to make the decisions, and don't like it when I don't get my own way. So,
the more I thought, the more I realized that this was something that could give us
both what we needed to be happy.

"I'm willing to give it a try if you are," I answered after a few moments. "Only, if
I don't get it right, you will have to let me know."

"You don't understand," he said. "If I don't get it right, you have to tell me!"

"Oh. I'm starting to understand!" I laughed.

From that night, we have progressed quite a long way along our path, and now
very rarely have vanilla sex. The rest of the time, we have the most amazing sex
life, which usually involves me 'abusing' Gerard with a whip, butt plug, ball gag,
spiked heels, and sometimes all of them at once! Gerard is an extremely obedient
slave who will go out of his way to service my needs and, on the odd occasion
he gets it wrong, he pays the price by receiving extra punishment from me. I
have to say that I think he sometimes gets it wrong on purpose just so he can get
more punishment!

A typical night will be when I make him shave every inch of my body hair and
then his own before we have a scene. I make him walk around the house and do
the chores with no clothes on. I've seen him jump a few times when he is
cooking a barbecue! After we are shaved, depending on how I'm feeling,
sometimes we will just have a straightforward scene where I order him to his
knees, and cuff and blindfold him, before whipping his ass into submission.

Last night was pretty intense. For the first time ever, I got Gerard to cum four
times in one session. I have never seen him as horny as he was last night but
maybe that had something to do with my new toy! I had bought a strapless strap-
on so that I could peg him. He was blindfolded, and on his knees, and I started
with the usual ass-slapping. When he was hard, I thought I would give him a
surprise, and slipped the strap-on into my pussy, and then into his ass. I had an
amazing feeling of power when I was fucking him and, due to the shape of the
dildo, it was stimulating me at the same time.
The first time he came, it was probably because I mis-timed things. I was too
slow to smack his dick to stop him and, when I put my arm around his middle to
do so, he came all over my hand as soon as I touched him. Of course, he needed
to be punished for that as I had not given him permission. But, I let it go quite
easily as he had been excited by the pegging. I made him lick my hand clean of
jism, and my wet pussy clean, too, of course.

By the end of the evening, we had both climaxed four times and I never would
have thought before that sex could be as exciting and fulfilling as it now is.

Whoever said that librarians are boring was dead wrong!

 Curiosity...

by Arielle

It all started with a question. A question that I asked out of nothing more than
curiosity after finding some, shall we say, interesting things on my husband's
tablet when I borrowed it for a moment to look something up. There were
pictures and videos and searches all revolving around one thing. Men, bound and
gagged, prostrate before the dominant women who stood above them looking
superior and gorgeous. My husband and I had been married for 10 years and I
knew he looked at porn. Hell, I had my fair share of regularly visited websites as
well, so I wasn't upset about that. I was more curious than anything else because
I'd had no idea that he was even interested in things like that.

See, my husband is very much a manly man. He's collected and in control pretty
much all the time. He has to be since he has a very important job that requires
him to oversee many other people. But, apparently, he didn't want to be in
control all of the time. The idea intrigued me so I brought it up one morning over
breakfast.

"Is this something you want to do?" I turned my phone around and showed him a
picture of a woman with a strap-on harnessed to her waist, fucking a bound,
gagged, and utterly helpless man.

He looked shocked and a bit worried at first, his eyes wide like he expected me
to be angry with him. He glanced at my face and then back at the picture, and I
noticed that he was shifting in his chair. The picture was obviously making him
excited.

"I...would that be alright?" he asked, but there was a hopeful light in his eyes.

So, I smiled at him. "Yes. I've been doing some shopping just in case you ever
wanted to do something like this."

"Shopping?"

"Come with me," I said, getting up from the chair. It was a Saturday so we had
plenty of time to explore, and figure things out, which was perfect because there
was no way that I wanted to rush something like this. We had a talk before we
started, just getting to know what the limits for something like this were. And,
then we began.

I pulled out my toys, and began to use them, tying his hands behind his back,
and putting a ring gag into his mouth. At the sight of my husband, usually so
proud and dominant, bound and gagged on the bed, I couldn't help the thrum of
lust that went through me. He was naked at this point and I was still wearing the
robe that I had put on to make breakfast in. Just being clothed while he was
naked and helpless for me was enough to tighten my nipples, and make my clit
throb between my legs.

He looked up at me as if wondering what he should do.

"Did I give you permission to look at me?" I asked, my voice cool.

His eyes widened and then he shook his head, looking down immediately. He
was on his knees on the bed, and he hung his head, his chest heaving a bit as his
breathing increased. His cock was already hard from just this little bit and I
began to wonder how far I could push him. I needed to know.

Drool dripped down from his mouth that was held wide open and I suddenly
knew exactly what I wanted him to do. I crossed to the chair that we kept in the
corner of the room, and spread my legs, letting the robe fall open to reveal my
shaven pussy, already damp with my arousal. "Come here," I said to him, letting
just a bit of steel enter into my voice. I was still learning how to do this but, from
the way his cock twitched when I spoke, I could tell that I was doing alright.

He managed to get to his feet but I clucked my tongue, letting him know that he
was doing something wrong. With his hands bound behind his back, he couldn't
exactly crawl, but he got down on his knees, wincing as he awkwardly shuffled
over to where I was sitting.

I reached out, and petted his head, sliding my fingers through his hair. "Good
boy," I praised with a smile, before fisting my fingers in his hair, and pulling his
head down. With the ring gag on, his tongue would be useful and that was what I
wanted.

I pushed my hips up, and ground my pussy into his face, working my hips back
and forth. "You're going to get me off," I said. "And, if you do a good enough
job, I might let you come as well. But, only if you're good."

My husband nodded eagerly and that was all I had to say. He had never been shy
about going down on me but this was a vigor that I hadn't experienced before.
His tongue was lapping at my sex and he seemed to be paying special attention
to my clit. He couldn't suck on it so he pressed his tongue to the little bundle of
nerves. I gave a soft cry, my fingers tightening even more in his hair, as I pulled
his face even farther into my wet snatch.

He was making little moaning noises that sounded like begging, but I ignored
them. We had a signal for if he needed to stop and that wasn't it. His tongue
probed deeper, finding its way into me, and he began to spear it in and out.

"Ah," I moaned, rolling my hips as I could feel the pleasure building higher and
higher inside of me. It was amazing, the way it felt, and I couldn't help it. I was
already close to coming and it hadn't even been that long. Something about the
power of this was getting to me and my free hand slipped into my robe to play
with my nipples.

When I came, it was with a loud cry and a shudder, and I pulled him back to
look down at his face. It was shiny with my juices and I could tell he was trying
to lick his lips.

"Do you want to come?" I asked breathlessly.

He nodded, and whined.

I slid my foot up his thigh to his cock, and began stroking it lightly with my toes.
He was so hard that it didn't take much and he was coming hard all over my feet.
Without me having to tell him so, he leaned down, and began licking them clean.

I laughed, and stroked his head. "I do believe this is going to work."
 A Change of Times

by Tanner

I was a man of considerable means and, even though it was the 1960s, I never
had any problem finding a lady to bring back to my bedroom. Unfortunately,
with the 60's came free love and there were actually women that wanted to take a
firmer hand with their men. Ivy was the exact opposite of every woman that I
had ever met.

We got married during a whirlwind, one-month courtship. She seemed to be

exactly what I was looking for but there was something hidden behind her eyes
that I just couldn't uncover.

After the marriage ceremony, we went up to the honeymoon suite of the hotel.
She stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, and said,
"Tanner, now that we are married, I have a few ground rules that I want to go
over. If you can't abide by them, I will divorce you just as quickly as I married
you and I will take you for everything you're worth."

I didn't like the sound of that but I hadn't yet heard the other shoe drop. "I'm my
own woman and I like to be in control in the bedroom, which means that you are
going to be my little pet, and do whatever I want."

That sounded okay. I replied, "I understand."

"Good, let's start with getting out of these clothes. I have something special
underneath this white dress that I think you'll enjoy immensely." We got out of
our fancy clothes and she was standing there with a matching white bra and
panty set, and the bra and panties had holes strategically cut out of the center of
them so that I could see her rosy red nipples and wet, tight pussy.

"On your knees, slave."

I looked at her to see if she was serious and I could see the fire in her eyes that
demanded my unconditional surrender. I dropped down onto my knees, and
crawled over to her on the bed.
"Just tell me what you want and I'll do it, Mistress."

"I like that and, from now on, you'll call me Mistress except when we are out in
public. In public, you'll assume the man role and I'll be your dutiful, boring wife,
supporting you in all your endeavors. But, behind closed doors, that is an
entirely different story."

"Yes, Mistress. Your wish is my command."

"Very good. Now, put that mouth to work, and make me cream all over that face
of yours."

Moving between her legs, I slipped a finger inside of her, and then drove my
tongue into her depths, making her hold on to my ears, and dig her fingernails
into the flesh as she ground her pussy against my mouth. "Oh fuck, just like that,
just hold that tongue still and I'll do all the work." She slammed her pussy
against my tongue over and over again.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" With those words, I got up, and put my cock against
her body. I could feel the heat from her cunt over my mushroom cap before
entering her. I felt that muscular tunnel drawing me in until I was balls deep
inside of her. "Damn, that is fucking good. Now, fuck me slow, and build your
speed up gradually, and don't forget my clit."

Fucking her deep and slow, I felt all my inches being massaged from within her.
Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head and her hands were gripping the
sheets with her hands.

My movements were getting faster and I got a good rhythm going until I reached
down, and touched her clit. Then, all hell broke loose.

"Yes, fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, and feel that pussy juice streaming down
your hard shaft...fucking cummming." Her legs wrapped around my waist and
then she was raking her nails down my back.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh." I screamed, as her nails dug into my flesh and I felt my cock
swell inside her and it was coming out of me in waves, until I filled her to
overflowing with so much of my cum that it was leaking out around my cock.
"That was great," she panted. "But, you made a mess and now you have to clean
it up."

I looked at her with a puzzlement on my face and then she added, "Go on, get
down there, and lick it up because you did that and now you have to take care of
it like my good little slave boy."

Pushing her legs out of the way, I spread her out, and saw my cum bubbling to
the surface. I did what any man would do in that situation. I stuck my tongue
inside her, and sucked up everything that I deposited, pushing my tongue in and
out of her until I got it all. But, then I kept going and she climaxed again.

"Oh, yesssssssss." Her legs pointed to the ceiling in her blissful state and her hair
was whiplashing the pillow under her head until her eyes shot wide open and she
fell back, breathing heavy and covered in a fine sheen of sex sweat. "You...went
above and beyond on that...one and, if you can surprise me like that every time,
then I think this is the start of something special."

Yep, the 60's sure did change the sexual revolution and now she was calling all
the shots and I couldn't have been happier. I lay in bed that night wondering
what else she would make me do and I looked forward to finding out.
 Command Performance

by Wilson

I had always been a straight-laced kind of guy but I married a woman who was a
little outside of the box. She found ways to introduce me to other aspects of sex
that I'd never been shown before.

When I married the woman of my dreams, I had no idea just what I was getting
into, nor how far she would be able to make me go in the bedroom. I thought she
was just my trophy wife, being that I was a well-known doctor...but I was about
to find out just how very wrong I was.

It started off with just normal sex between the two of us. Then, she started to add
little things to the mix that she said would make the experience more meaningful
and pleasurable for the both of us.

Laura had come from a family of hippies and her mother and father were always
talking about sex around the dinner table like it was a common occurrence, and
didn't seem at all unusual. That in and of itself took a little getting used to and,
the first time her mother asked me if I was giving her daughter the orgasms that
she deserved, I almost spit my drink right out of my mouth. They were just so
open and honest about their sexuality while I was the exact opposite. My parents
never discussed sex with me and I had to find out about it on my own.

Anyway, it started out slowly with Laura adding these special touches to our
adult evenings, like with sensual oils that warmed to the touch, and I had to
admit that I liked it, even though I had never experienced anything like it before.

"Honey, you are so buttoned up and you grew up not knowing how to delve
deeper into your sexuality. I think you should always strive to learn something
different about yourself. These oils are the first part of a long line of lessons that
I plan to teach you over the course of our marriage."

"I don't know. I just don't think I would be comfortable doing something that I
wasn't completely ready to try."
"Hmmm, did I say that you had any choice in the matter?" That first time that
her voice changed, and she displayed a more dominant attitude, took me back a
bit, but also made me harder than I had ever been. This, of course, didn't go
unnoticed and she only smiled when she saw my reaction to her change of
demeanor.

After dinner one night, she said she was going upstairs to get into something a
little more comfortable. I figured that she was going to get into a frilly
nightgown, and come down and join me on the couch to watch a little TV.

"You are mine tonight, and will do whatever I say without question." I turned at
the sound of her voice and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife was
wearing black, shiny pants and a red leather bustier that overflowed with her D-
cup breasts. She was also holding a whip in the palm of her hand.

"Come with me, right now." For some unknown reason, I found her forcefulness
very attractive and alluring, so much so that I followed her up the stairs without
questioning her motives.

"Strip."

There was only one word spoken but it was one word that basically slapped me
in the face, and made me get undressed until I was lying back on the bed and she
was attaching a collar to my neck, and soft handcuffs to my wrists, which she
then attached to rings on the bedpost. Where had those come from?

"I don't want to hear another word out of you." Taking off the black vinyl pants,
she then took off her panties, and stuffed them in my mouth. I could taste her
juice in the center of them.

Picking up a candle that was lit by the bed, she dipped the candle until the hot
wax began to drip onto my stomach and chest, making me arch my back off the
bed. I moaned into the panties and then she reached down and felt my cock. I
realized that I was harder than steel, and ready for anything that she had in mind.

"Hmmm, that is just what I need." While still dripping the wax with one hand,
she started to pinch my nipples between two fingers with the other. She then
straddled me, and dropped her weight on my cock, taking it to the hilt inside of
her tight sheath. "Damn, you are already throbbing inside me but I don't want
you to lose it just yet." To illustrate her point, she reached down between our
bodies, and held me by the base with two fingers, until the sensation of cumming
went away. Where did she learn how to do that?!

Then, she began to bounce up and down on my lap, riding me like a bucking
bronco.

She placed the candle back on the nightstand, reached down, and pulled up the
whip that she had previously shown me. She then started to work my chest with
that cat of nine tails until it was leaving telltale red marks and I was continuously
moaning into the panties that were in my mouth.

"Mmmm, this is so fucking good, bitch." The way she called me her bitch was
making my cock jerk inside of her and then she pulled me out just at the moment
of explosion, watching my cock spurt into the air, and all over my body. She
played with her clit in front of me and I knew that she was going to climax any
second. "Yes, I love using you like this, honey, and I hope you get used to it,
because it's going to happen a lot more..." She grunted and moaned, and then her
juices squirted onto my chest as she sat there, and got herself off. After she was
done, she left me tied to the bed, and walked away while my own cum and her
juices dried on my naked skin. Lying there, I realized that now she was wearing
the pants in the family.

She returned almost an hour later, dressed in her frilly little nightgown, and
untied me like nothing ever happened. The only real marks of this change in our
relationship were the fact that I had red welts across my chest and wax hardened
on my skin. This was definitely going to take some getting used to.
 In the Home

by Tom

I was always out of town on business, didn't see my wife for weeks at a time
and, worst of all, I had nothing but porn at the hotels to keep my mind off my
other activities. When I was home, though, I had a database of favorite sites, all
devoted to Femdom videos, chat rooms, and clubs all over the country. I liked to
fantasize that I was a submissive, that I was taken control of fully and
completely. What I didn't know, though, was that I was about to come home to a
surprise.

I was dead tired. After stepping off the plane, I could tell it was getting dark
outside. These time differences that I had to put up with were causing my
marriage to suffer. On the plus side, though, it was doing wonders for my total
obsession for dominant females. I mean, yes, I had all the good stuff at home
under lock and keyword on my desktop computer but I could really indulge in it
on the road, or air as it were.

So, even though I was exhausted, I was also sexually satisfied like never before.
Now, don't get me wrong, I am faithful to my sexy, voluptuous wife of 10 years,
but it's always every Friday night after the kids are put to bed. Twenty or thirty
minutes of energetic fucking...and it's over. Worst of all, it's always the
missionary position, which gets old fast.

The town car let me off at the front of the house. I wished the driver a good
night, and turned to a dark home. Hmm, it usually had lights on all over the
house. This was a little out of the ordinary so early in the evening.

I opened the door with my key, and stepped into the foyer. "Hey, honey, I'm
home!" No answer, just the ticking of a clock somewhere in the living room.

Putting my briefcase down, I loosened my tie, and walked into the living room,
yelling at the top of my lungs. "Hey, anyone home?!"

"In the bedroom!"

It was my wife's voice. I shrugged, and began climbing the circular staircase. I
arrived at the top to find a slew of CDs strewn about on the floor. It was my
collection of porn but, more specifically, my predilection for dominant females.

"Um, I can explain..."

"Don't bother," she yelled back. "Just get in the bedroom. Don't make me wait!"

I walked sheepishly to the edge of the door. "Honey, it's not what it looks like."
Kind of lame, but it was all I had.

"Get in here, now!"

I pushed open the partially open door, and walked inside. What I saw made my
cock jerk in my pants. The room was bathed in candles but it was the bed that
caught my attention. All my toys were scattered on the bedspread. There were
dildos of various sizes, a dog collar, leather chaps, butt plugs, cock rings, nipple
clamps, and a cat of nine tails. There was no amount of backpedaling to get out
of this one.

Before I had a chance to do anything, my wife was behind me. "Give me your
hands. Don't make me ask you a second time."

I put my hands behind me, only to feel my own leather restraints being tightened
around my wrists.

"Not a word, boy!" She took a pair of scissors, and cut my shirt in strategically
placed areas. When she was done, she took a firm hold, and ripped my shirt off.

"I do have one question before this goes any further." She pinched my nipple to
get a response.

"Oooh, um, what's the question?" I asked as she twisted her fingers around,
sending a jolt of electric pain through my upper body. "I'll tell you anything you
want to know."

"Are you gay?"

"NO!" I yelled out immediately. "I just like being dominated. I've never done
anything, just got the toys, and used them on myself when I am online watching
videos."

"Good answer."

She walked in front of me, and moved to the bed to sit down. She was wearing a
black leather bra and panties. Her usual long auburn hair was tied back tightly
into a ponytail.

"Come here!" She pointed her finger down.

I got on my knees, and crawled over to her. She reached back and grabbed the
collar, affixed it to my neck, and then snapped a chain on it. "If you're a good
boy, maybe I'll let you cum."

"W...w...where are the kids?"

"They're at the babysitter's. Now, no more questions." She gave a tug on the
leash. "You'll speak when I tell you to. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good boy." She reached down, and tugged down her panties. "Get your tongue
to work, boy."

I smiled, and leaned in without any further hesitation. I began licking her pussy
lips, from the bottom to the top, where I swiped my tongue over her clit with
quick, flicking motions.

"Mmm, you do know how to lick my pussy." She mewled. "Only you never get
me off. So, I want you to listen carefully. When you lick my clit, I want you to
suck it hard into your mouth, and lash it with your tongue."

I did what she told me, to which I was rewarded with her moans of arousal. She
didn't appreciate my oral technique like this before.

"Yes, my pet, make me cum." She pulled the leash tighter to her. "Now, fuck my
pussy with that tongue."

I pushed my tongue inside her as she pulled my head back and forth, fucking her
raw, pink pussy.
"Yesss, fuck yes, I'm cumming!" She gyrated under my tongue as her juices
flooded my face. "Yes, lick up every last drop!"

I did what I was told. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, she pushed me
away. "That was good. Now, go take a shower."

I was about to get up when she reached back, and slapped my ass through my
pants. "Did I say stand up?" she asked. "No, I didn't. You will crawl to the
bathroom, shut the door, undress, and get cleaned up. Do you understand the
words that are coming out of my mouth?"

"Yes, Ma'am." A smile played across my moistened lips.

"Did I tell you to speak, boy?" She reached back, and produced one of my ball
gags, fastening it around my neck. "Maybe this will keep your mouth shut. Get
to the bathroom. When you come back, I'll talk and you will listen. We have
much to discuss."

I couldn't wait.
 In the Office

by Subbyboy

As I rounded the corner to my three-story brick home in a quiet, gated cul-de-

sac, I glanced down at the clock on the car stereo. It was around 10:00 p.m. I had
missed dinner, and forgot to call home to let my wife know but I just had to
smile inwardly at the inside joke.

I had found that my office building would go completely dark at around 7:00 in
the evening. Even the cleaning crew was done, and had gone on to their next job.
That was when I discovered that I could indulge in my youthful kinks, mainly
talking to my dominatrix wife, "DianaDomme", who just so happens to work at
one of those sex chat sites. Even though we're married, she still makes me pay to
login. I was registered as 'Subbyboy'.

After surfing, and talking for a bit, I saw her long, dark, shimmering hair,
piercing blue eyes, and scarlet lips that beckoned from afar. It made me jealous
that other men saw her on their webcams, too, but she liked to make me jealous.
That was part of the power she had over me.

I paid my credits, and immediately went private with my wife, I mean my

dominatrix. It was like she was right there in the office with me.

"Hi, slut. Put on your cam so I can see you." Her voice was husky. She pursed
her lips, and gave the screen a light kiss.

I immediately put on my laptop's web cam, and positioned it so she could see
me. "Is that better, Mistress?"

She leaned back in her chair, and showed me her tits, pushing hard against the
red vinyl of her cat suit. "Now, what brings you to Mistress this evening?"

I came up with a different story each time, which made the game interesting, to
say the least. "Oh, well, I haven't been with a dominatrix since my college days,
and wanted to recapture that feeling of being totally taken." I shifted in my chair,
my cock getting hard in my pants.
"Tell me what you did in those days." She adjusted the camera a bit on her end,
and stared right at me. "I want to hear what a bad boy you've been."

I took a deep breath. "In college, I found this magazine about alternative
lifestyles. I started flipping through it, and found a couple of BDSM clubs. There
was actually one accepting sub-males. I met with her at a local diner, to which
she handed me a bright pair of pink panties, and told me to go put them on. Her
name was Dianne, too, come to think of it."

Her lips twitched.

"And, did you put on her panties, my slut?"

"Yes, and it made me so fucking horny that my cock went hard immediately."

"Angle the camera down to your crotch. You're hard now, aren't you?" She
illustrated the point by flashing me a look at her white lacy panties with a little
red heart on the left topside. "Do you like these, slut?"

As I pushed the camera down, I began to massage my hard cock through my

black boxer briefs.

"I said, do you like these, slut?" She moved her hands down her panty-clad
pussy.

"Um, yes, they are very nice," I sputtered out.

"Take off all your clothes, slut." She picked up a riding crop, and slapped it into
her hand. "Do it now!"

I got up, and looked around. I hurriedly stripped off my shirt and tie, unbuckled
my belt, and pulled my pants and underwear down in one move. I kicked off my
shoes, took off my socks, and removed all my clothes. I was now naked in my
office on the 10th floor.

"Very good. Now, since you like panties so much, I have to assume that you
have some with you, don't you?" She moved closer to the screen to get a better
look.
"Um, yes, I do, but they're my wife's. I found them in the laundry basket, and
took them with me. I've had them in my desk drawer for awhile now."

"Is that so, slut?" She asked. "Well, get them out, and put them on over that hard
cock of yours."

I reached over, and opened the drawer. That was when I realized the panties I
had were the exact duplicate of the ones my Mistress was presently wearing. I
shook my head, and lifted the panties out for closer inspection. Her lip twitched
again.

"Now, put on my...I mean your wife's panties and start stroking. I want to see
you cum in the crotch, and lick it clean."

In a trance, I put on the panties, and gripped my cock while looking at the
screen. I began stroking slowly, building myself up.

"Stroke that hard cock faster, slut. When I count to ten, you better cum for me, or
else." Her tone was demanding, and only added fuel to the fire.

I began stroking faster, my face glued to the screen to see DianneDomme's

reaction.

"Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ... six ... faster now ... five ... four ... three ... two ...
you better cum or you will be punished ... and ... one!"

"Oh fuck, here it cums!" I shot a rather large load into the panties until I was
completely drained.

"Now, lick it all up for me, like my good little slut." She chuckled as she stroked
the riding crop with the tip of her fingers.

I put my face into the panties, licked up all of my salty sweet cum, and
swallowed it down as she watched.

"Now, pull up your pants and get home. I have a riding crop with your ass' name
on it."

And, here I was pulling into the driveway. I was one lucky sub.
 Reigning Supreme

by Jerry

I didn't know it but my wife had been wondering if our sex life was fulfilling
enough. I was always trying to spice things up but I guess I wasn't doing exactly
what she wanted. When I finally realized what she did want, it forever changed
our marriage.

I've been married for 15 years now. I always thought our sex life was pretty
ordinary, but satisfying, until one day I came across my wife on the phone. She
was talking to her best friend Betty about our sex life.

"Oh, he knows where all the parts are but it's just the same thing every time and I
was hoping that Jerry would sometimes let me take charge. But, I just don't
know how to bring up the subject without sounding like I don't like our sex life."

So, my wife wanted to dominate me in the bedroom, huh? I backed quietly

away, toward the hallway. She had no idea I had overheard her conversation
with her best friend. I was intrigued. If she wasn't going to do anything about it, I
would have to initiate things, but how?

I did a little research on the Internet by watching several videos concerning

Femdom and I was really starting to see the merits of such a relationship.

Her 40th birthday was coming up on Saturday. I figured this would be the
perfect time to bring a new element into the bedroom. We were eating her
birthday supper. I had cooked a fabulous meal and, when I went and did the
dishes, she waited for me in the dining room, sipping a cup of coffee.

Walking up behind her, I whispered "Your birthday present is me tonight and I

want you to dominate me, and have your way with me, in any way that you
desire. I will be your own personal fuck slave and I will follow your every
demand without hesitation."

Putting her cup down, she stood up, and smiled at me, before slapping me hard
across the face. I didn't expect that! Who was surprising who here?! She then
grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me to the bedroom for an evening that I
was sure I would never forget.

Standing there in the middle of the room, she said "Stay right here, and don't
move a muscle until I get back." This was an entirely different side of my wife
and I was getting aroused by the second at what she could possibly be thinking
about.

I stood there and then I heard her whisper in my ear from behind "Damn, your
body is so hot and now I have complete control. We are going to have a lot of
fun together." Licking my neck, her teeth dug into my flesh, making a shiver run
down my spine, and my legs began to tremble. "You taste so good but let's get
these clothes out of the way."

She came around front and I saw that she was wearing a red corset with
stockings attached to it, and red leather boots affixed to her legs. Julia was
holding a pair of scissors, and she was crossing it back and forth so that my eyes
followed the steel. She started to cut strips of my clothing off until my shirt lay
in tatters at my feet.

She grabbed onto a lipstick that was on the counter, and circled my nipples with
it, while running a line down my chest to my beltline. She took my belt off, and
then wrapped it around my neck, pulling it so that I had to follow her to the bed.
Julia sat down on the bed with me standing in front of her and she pulled my
pants and underwear down in one motion. When she saw my cock, she gave it a
hard swat over the head.

"Oh geez, ouch!"

"Aww, did I hurt the little guy? Let me kiss it, and make it better." Her lips
descended over the top of the head and she deep throated me for the first time in
our marriage. Then, she dragged her teeth across the surface of the shaft, causing
me to moan, and throw my head back in pain. "Didn't you like that? Well, then
you certainly won't like this." Before I had a chance to react, she grabbed my
balls in her hand, and squeezed them.

"Ahhhhhhh." I screamed and tears began to fall from my eyes. My legs buckled
and I fell on my knees in front of her.

"Now, that is exactly the position that I want you in." She pulled her red panties
to the side and I could see how soaked and excited she was...until she grabbed
me by the hair, and pushed my face into her pussy. "Eat it, and do a good job or I
won't let you cum at all."

Using my tongue, I began to lick down her slit until I found her wet opening
waiting for me. Then, I applied pressure and started to tongue fuck my wife.
"Yes, just like that, a little faster, now add a finger .... a little more ...
yesssssssss." Her legs wrapped around my head, and held me in place while her
juices flowed freely into my mouth. Those feminine hands were wrapped around
my hair and she was pulling and screaming, while beating her heels on my back,
until she laid back, completely satiated and spent, with nothing left to give. I
swallowed every single drop that came out of her.

Getting up onto her elbows, she said "Stand up, and jerk that thing for me." Not
one to deny her anything, I stood up, and began to get myself off, while looking
at her on that bed. I knew for certain that it wasn't going to be long before I shot
my load.

When I was almost there, I leaned in towards her but she put her hand on my
chest to push me back, and said "I want to see you cum in your hand." I took her
direction, and aimed my cock head at my hand. Then I watched the head swell
and the moment of truth was upon us. "Oh, uh, cummmmming." I shot my hand
full of cum and it was dripping onto the carpet.

"Lick it up or you will never get between my legs again." Not liking the sound of
that, I bent my head, and stuck out my tongue until I was lapping it up like a
dog. I didn't stop until it was completely gone. It was the first time that I've ever
tasted myself in this manner and I sort of liked it. I think she knew that because
she smiled and told me that would not be the last time I would consume my own
hot cum for her pleasure. I would do anything to make her happy and she knew
it.
 The Professor

by Tiffany

Let me tell you a thing or two about my boyfriend. He's gorgeous, intelligent,
and very, very smooth. He's a professor and there's nothing that turns me on
more than seeing him in his blazer and glasses, all ready for a day of educating
young minds. Simon always managed to turn me on by going all professorial,
and trying to be in control of things in our bedroom like he was in his classroom.
But, I had an idea for something that I thought might be even better for the both
of us. After all, there had to be a time that he wanted to not be in control of
things, right?

So, I brought it up.

I asked him if he might be interested in being helpless, and at my mercy for a

change, just to try and see how we both felt about it. The way he looked at me
when I asked him certainly seemed to be the answer and I grinned at the
prospect.

As good as Simon looked in his blazers and glasses and smartly creased trousers,
it turned out that he looked even better in nothing at all, tied spread-eagled to our
bed. His hair was mussed and his cock was at attention but, thanks to the chastity
device that I had put on his cock, he wouldn't be able to come until I allowed it.
Knowing that I held that much power over him was enough to make me soaking
wet.

And, Simon wasn't the only one wearing something that was different from the
usual. I had gotten myself a little something for the occasion as well. I was
decked out in a leather bra and thong, with a strap-on harnessed around my
waist. I was barefoot but I thought I still looked pretty damned hot. Judging from
the look Simon was giving me as I stood next to the bed, he was in agreement.

"Tiffany," he breathed, and I gave him a look, waggling a finger in his face.

"I'm no longer Tiffany to you," I said, reminding him of what we had agreed on.
"Mistress," he said, his eyes darkening. "You look amazing, Mistress."

I grinned at him. "I know," I said in response. "You look very good like this, too.
Almost edible."

He moaned, and arched up but he wasn't going far since the leather cuffs and
ropes bound him to the bed. I had plans for him, delicious plans that I knew we
both were going to enjoy. There was a vibrator in my pussy, switched off for the
time being so that, while I was getting him off, I could get myself off. I thought
that I might even get myself off first since I was in control of the moment.

But, first I wanted to tease him, to see how far I could push him before he
begged. I needed to know how far I could take this so that I could push those
limits in the future. When we had talked about how we were going to do this,
he'd told me that pain was something he was into. With that in mind, I had made
another purchase.

"Do you know what this is?" I asked, holding up the slim riding crop, before
snapping it against the palm of my other hand. The leather tip stung when it hit
my skin so I could only imagine what it would feel like for Simon.

I could see him swallow hard as he nodded.

"Well?" I urged him. "Speak up. Tell me what it is."

"It's a riding crop, Mistress."

"Exactly. Good boy." Without further conversation, I raised the crop, and then
brought it down on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The noise that Simon
made was exquisite and I did it again, and then once more just to hear those high
cries coming from my usually fairly stoic boyfriend. I raised the crop again and
again, hitting everything from the soles of his feet to his nipples, relishing how it
made him arch and cry out, as well as the way it made his cock jump. The rings
held it in place and I slid the leather of the crop up the line of hard flesh.

Deciding that it was time for the real thing, I lubed up the dildo attached to my
harness, and switched on the vibrator in my pussy. It felt quite good and I took a
moment to savor the feeling before I began opening up Simon. The dildo was
bigger than his cock and I knew he had only had smaller things in his ass before
so I didn't want to hurt him.
I waited until I could get three fingers comfortably in his asshole (and he was
moaning and swearing and begging me to fuck him), and then pushed the head
of the dildo against the stretched hole.

"Ohhhh, yes," he moaned, trying to push himself down onto the toy as it slid
deeper inside of him. "Please, Mistress! Please!"

I gently pushed all the way inside of him, holding still as he breathed through the
penetration. The vibrator inside of me was doing its job, and doing it well, and I
moaned, and had to move. My hips pushed forward, and then rolled back,
dragging the toy in and out of Simon's ass while I loomed above him.

He made the most amazing sounds, whimpering and whining and, with one
hand, I reached down and freed his cock, chuckling breathlessly as it slapped
against his stomach, and leaked precum.

I angled my hips so that my thrusts found his prostate and Simon screamed.
"Please, please may I come? Please, Mistress?!"

Hearing him beg like that was more than I could handle and I slammed into him
once more as I shook, and cried out at my own orgasm. It usually took more than
that to get me off but the sight below me was so damned arousing that it hadn't
taken long at all.

"Come on, then," I told him, reaching between us to stroke his cock.

He didn't need telling twice.

 The Contract

by Jacky

My husband and I had always enjoyed regular sex. Every once in awhile, he
would talk dirty...or I would. Maybe a gentle smack or two across the ass. That
was about the extent of it.

One weekend, when we were lying in bed watching TV, he clicked mute on the
remote, and turned to me, saying, "I need to ask you about something."

I looked in his eyes, concerned. I know this might sound funny, given that I'm
writing this story for this book as a Dom, but I'm a very care-giving individual.
When someone is in need, I'm usually the first person to jump in to help them.
Lots of people don't want to make it their business when something bad happens
but I can't help myself. I do. If I see an accident, I'm right there, jumping out of
my car, getting blood on my hands if needed, trying to help while other cars pass
by, the motorists pretending not to see. You know the kind of people I'm talking
about.

While I am very protective of humans and animals, too, in general, I am

ferociously protective of my family members, especially my husband. He is a
kind, gentle soul. If I wasn't around, the world would trample him. Don't get me
wrong. He can be a bear when needed, especially where our children are
concerned. But, he wasn't raised to be a fighter. And, I like him that way. I was
previously married to a jerk, someone who thought more of himself than
anybody else. The nice guys are the best. You dominant girls know what I'm
talking about.

Needless to say, when my husband is upset about something, I will move

Heaven and Earth to make him happy, no matter what that takes.

So, when Sam interrupted his favorite series saying he wanted to talk to me, I
knew he meant business. He said, "I've been doing some reading. You know
how I do most of the housework anyway, and I do the yard, and I cook your
meals, and clean the dishes, and I brush your hair, and rub your feet..."
You're probably thinking I'm some sort of bitch by now but, let me tell you,
those things make Sam happy. I work very hard at my job and I make a lot of
money. Sure, Sam works, too, but he much prefers to pitter patter around the
house, doing whatever he can to make me smile.

He continued, "Well, I already serve you day and night and I was thinking we
should make it official. I want to agree to be your slave and I want you to be my
Mistress. If I do something wrong, you will need to punish me..."

I was looking into his eyes and he was very sincere. He also had that look on his
face. You know the one I mean. When guys are getting horny their eyelids fall
down just a bit, they lick their lips because their mouth has gone dry. They
glance down at your breasts every few seconds.

I understood this was not only a domestic issue for Sam, but a sexual one as
well. I admit I had occasionally smacked him on the ass during a really raucous
lovemaking session and he would always cry out when I did that. I also admit
that turned me on. He never asked me to stop so I knew he liked it, too.

My imagination started running a mile a minute and I'm pretty sure my eyelids
drooped and my mouth got dry right then, too. Sam noticed my change in
demeanor and we both seemed to know at the same time that our relationship
was about to change into something incredibly exciting, titillating, and
downright fun!

He said, "So, I was thinking we might need a contract. You write down all the
things you want me to do for you each day, and also make a list of appropriate
punishments."

This was getting better by the minute!

He added, "I was hoping you'd react this way." Remember, I hadn't said anything
yet. He could feel the heat coming from my body, and could read the lust in my
eyes.

"I ordered a book for you last week, and it arrived yesterday. Would you mind
reading it?"

He pulled out a femdom how-to book he'd been hiding in the nightstand. I, of
course, agreed to look at the book but I was far too sexually aroused to read at
that moment. I ordered him to turn off the TV, and to get naked. Not sure how to
begin, I remembered how excited I had gotten the few times I'd smacked his ass.
Now that he was literally asking for it, I had no problem transforming into
punishing dominatrix mode.

Pulling my black nightgown over my head, I said, "I can read the book later but I
think we should start your punishments now. We have years and years to catch
up on. Remember those dirty dishes you left in the sink last night?"

Sam stood up, and dropped his shorts very quickly, a huge smile on his face. He
stood before me, his erection straining upward.

I wondered what instrument I could use. The idea popped into my head pretty
quickly. Right there, on the nightstand, was my hairbrush from when Sam was
performing our nightly ritual just moments before.

I said, "Get on your hands and knees."

Ever since that day a few years ago, our relationship has progressed from happy-
couple to insanely sexual, incredibly-deeply-in-love couple. Seriously. People
we know comment about our special relationship, saying they wish they had
what we do. If they only knew!!

Over time, we escalated our escapades from simple spankings to whippings to

anal play (Sam loves to be "raped" by me), and more. We have even visited a
BDSM club, practiced exhibitionism, and joined some social clubs for ideas and
support, and we have two chests filled with sex toys and items for punishment.
Oh, I also emotionally "cuckhold" him. I don't have sex with other guys (I admit
STDs are a concern) but I do flirt, and flash my tits at them when the opportunity
arises. Sam seems to get off on jealousy and I will do anything to get him off. He
enjoys my flirting more than I do!

Needless to say, our house is always spotless now but I can always, always think
of something Sam has done wrong to deserve a good, hard punishment and fuck
session. Sometimes he gets cheeky just to set me off. The way we now react to
each other is a well-oiled sexual process of expressing needs, unspoken and
spoken, and fulfilling those needs with whatever the other desires.

I recommend this lifestyle to all couples. You will not be disappointed.

 Vegas Bound

by Fran

I was trapped in a loveless marriage, and had barely been out of my own
hometown. My husband, Pete, had to go away to Las Vegas on business, and
decided to make this a second honeymoon to try and bring the spark back in our
relationship. In the city of Sin, we changed our relationship.

Tracing my tongue down over the bellboy's six-pack abs, I felt him shudder as I
got closer to the beltline of his pants. Taking that belt off, I bent him over the
bed, and whipped his ass, hearing the crack of the leather hitting the fabric of his
pants again and again. Once I got bored with that, I turned him back around, and
got down on my knees in front of him.

Vegas was supposed to be a time for me and my husband, Pete, to explore but I
found a whole new way to explore...and my husband would be back any minute
to find the new me.

Using my teeth, I pulled down his zipper, and undid his pants, pulling them and
his underwear down at the same time. His hard 8-inch cock almost slapped me in
the face. I grabbed it in my hand, and immediately devoured it before his very
eyes. It felt so delicious and tasty on the edge of my tongue. I just had to find out
if I could take it all in one swallow. Placing my head over his crotch, I took a
deep breath, and drove myself down.

In a short time, I found my lips pressed up against his stomach. His cock head
was in the tightness of my throat. He couldn't keep still as he thrust against my
lips.

Using his hands to caress my hair, he suddenly wrapped his fingers around my
locks, and held me in place as he fucked my face with abandon. Saliva was
dripping out of my mouth and all over the shaft of his cock. He continued to
have his way with my mouth.

"What a tight mouth!" He hissed. "Fuck, that is so good! Fuck, I'm going to..."
He was getting close.

I wasn't nearly done with him yet and there was no way I was going to allow this
to end so quickly. Pulling down on the skin under his balls, I suppressed the
flow, not letting him find his sweet release.

"I don't think so," I said. "Not until you lick my pussy first."

His head fell down to look at me. "I'm not very good at that."

"No problem, I'll teach you everything you need to know." He smirked a little as
his cock throbbed in the air.

I pulled off my dress, and let it fall to the floor at my feet. My bra came off next,
and then my panties came down over my legs, showing him the heat and passion
that was dripping out of me.

Putting my hands on the top of his shoulders, he got the idea pretty quickly. He
went to his knees before me. Spreading my legs over his head, he looked up at
me, and began to lick me. "Okay, just use the tip of your tongue to play with the
pussy lips, and then slide it up through my slit, and just suck lightly on my
exposed clit."

That kid took direction very well. He was soon driving his tongue in and out of
me with the expertise of someone much older than he was. This little lesson
would benefit any woman that he came across after me. For now, he was my
little plaything and I had a lot more left to teach him before I was finished.

I twisted my hands in his hair, and grinded my sex all over his mouth. I was well
on my way to climax.

The door slammed shut and my husband, Pete, said, "What the fuck are you
doing, Fran? I thought we agreed that it was going to be a woman in Vegas."

"Oh, that was what you agreed to," I said breathlessly. "Oh my gosh! Don't
fucking stop!!" I closed my eyes for second, and then snapped them open again.
"Honey, if you want this marriage to work, then things are going to have to
change. You're going to have to get used to seeing me with other men. Yes, suck
it hard! Just like that. I've seen that cuckolding site you look at and I'm intrigued.
Take off your clothes, and have a seat over there."
At first it looked like he wouldn't do it but then he slowly dropped his clothes on
the floor, and sat on the chair across from us. His cock was in his hand, and
growing hard.

"Watch as I use this kid for my own pleasure," I gripped his head harder. "And,
maybe I will allow you to fuck me after he leaves. Yes, oh fuck, I'm cumming!"
My orgasm hit me. I shook violently and my knees got weak.

When I fell back on the bed, that kid didn't break contact. He just spread me
open, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. "You are so fucking hot and sexy,
lady. You taste amazing. I can't get enough." He was licking his lips, and making
sure that he got all of my juices as they poured out of me and onto his eager
young tongue.

"Honey, come over here. I want you to see something." He never complained;
just stood, and came over sporting quite the erection. This was the first time that
I had seen him this hard as, most times, he was just hard enough to fuck, and
nothing more. It was pulsing in his hand and his pre-cum was bubbling over the
top.

"Okay, kid, jerk off on my pussy!" I pushed him away, and watched as he
stroked his cock in front of me. "That's it, I can see you're almost there." I moved
a hand behind him, and slapped his ass hard.

"Fuck, here it cums!" He shot his cum all over my pussy. There was so much it
started dripping down my crack.

"Okay, kid, now get out!" I watched as he gathered his clothes.

"And you, husband, get down and lick me clean."

He did what he was told, his cock straining for release. His tongue started to
tentatively lick up that kid's thick cum. The kid watched for a second or two,
then turned, and slipped out the door.

Once Pete was done licking it all up, he said, "I want to fuck you from behind."

I smiled, and got up onto my hands and knees. I felt him driving forward.
Grabbing onto my ass cheeks, he spread the opening.
Moaning around my husband's cock, I felt him balloon up inside me. I stopped
his momentum, and made sure that he realized that he wasn't going to cum until I
had. He slowed down, instead, giving me long hard thrusts. That sent me over
the edge. I orgasmed around his cock.

He then unloaded into my silky folds, and fell back panting.

My husband is now a cuckold. I couldn't be happier.

 Toying with Pleasure

by Erica

Tony and I are a very sexual couple so we've always made it a point to explore
different sexual positions. We even bought the Kama Sutra. But, it wasn't until a
saleswoman came to our door that everything changed.

I didn't know this tall, long-legged, rather imposing woman standing at my door,
but she was so insistent that I let her in, and allowed her to give me the sales
pitch. I thought she was going to show me some sort of new toy for vacuuming
my house. And, she did indeed have toys, but those of a more sexual nature.

"Wow, I never knew there was so many different sex toys before." I flicked a
stray piece of blonde hair away from my face as I studied the equipment she had
with her.

"Oh, yes, it's a multi-million dollar industry." She was still pulling stuff out of
her case. "And, just between us girls, it allows us to go out of our comfort zone,
and become an entirely different person."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, take this for instance." The girl held up a long, black, latex bodysuit.
Wow. She towered over me, and had this silky, straight black hair. "When you
wear this, your husband will submit to your every wicked desire. Want to tie him
up?" She opened a case, and pulled out a bunch of items I've never seen before.
"I have handcuffs, zip ties, and even silk scarves that would be perfect to truly
make him your love slave."

"Oh my!" I ran my fingers along the cold handcuffs, which sent an electric thrill
through me. "I'm not sure I could act that way."

"Every woman says that but, once you put on the outfit, the character will just
come out naturally. Trust me, we all have that capability. We just have to let it
out to play once in a while." She giggled. I couldn't help notice how young and
firm she was. I don't normally get turned on by women but this one was just so
damn sexy.

"Besides, I have heard from other clients and they were more than pleased with
the results. Why don't you buy the starter kit, start out slow, and see where it
takes you?" She passed me the kit, her fingers lightly grazing mine.

I don't know why I did it but I proposed an alternative. "Why don't you stick
around? My husband will be home any minute. Maybe we can try this on him
together?"

She looked me up and down with an appreciative smile. "Well, I don't have any
more clients today. Why not? I could teach you both a thing or two." That was
when she spun me around, and kissed me, her tongue lashing against mine. She
had this tongue stud that made the kiss so taboo.

"Wow, that was so hot!" I ran my hands down her sides, only to have them
slapped away.

"Did I say you could touch me?" She smiled, and pointed to the bodysuit. "Get
me that suit."

I blinked in shock and arousal. I bent down, and picked up the bodysuit from the
couch. "There you go."

She cocked her eyebrow. "There I go...what?"

A tremor went through me. I knew what she wanted to hear. "There you go,
Mistress."

"Good, very good. That's a nice start." She took off her coat, and turned around.
"Unzip my dress with your teeth."

I went over to her and, just using my teeth, I unzipped her all the way down to
her tight ass. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. The dress dropped to
the floor. She turned around, and sat down in one of the leather chairs.

"Get on your knees, and crawl to me." She spread her legs. Her pussy was bald
but something glinted in the light. "Oh, you like that? It's a pussy piercing."

I fell to my knees, and crawled over to her on the hardwood floors. Once I got
within a foot of her, she reached over and grabbed my head, pulling me in
between her thighs. She tilted my head up, and looked down at me. "Ever lick
pussy before?"

I shook my head no.

"Ah, a virgin. I like it. Use your tongue to lick from the bottom of my pussy to
the top. That's when you'll curl your tongue around my clit piercing, and lightly
suck. Got it?"

I nodded.

"Okay, that pussy isn't going to lick itself." She spun her fingers in my blonde
hair, and pulled me to her. "Get to licking. Let's see what I'm working with."

I could smell her scent. It was like an intoxicating blend of strawberries and
peaches. I tentatively stuck my tongue out, and tasted her. "Mmmm..."

"Oh, fuck yes! Just like that!" She grinded against my face, and kept me there.

Neither of us heard the key in the door.

She pushed me away from her, reached up, and tore my t-shirt open down the
middle. A long, sharp fingernail ripped through the flimsy fabric of my bra. My
tits fell out into her hands. She slapped each one hard with her hand.

"Oh, yes, make me your bitch, Mistress!" I yelled, my breath coming in gasps.

Neither of us heard my husband's briefcase softly hit the floor.

"Yes, you are going to make a suitable slut." She pinched my nipples between
her fingers. "Now, get back to licking. I want to have my first orgasm before
your husband comes home."

I immediately went back to licking her sweet pussy. Her hands were all over me.
I felt my sweatpants being lowered. She got the surprise this time. I wasn't
wearing panties. "Oh, you seem to be a little bit naughty." She caressed my firm
ass cheeks, and slapped my ass with a resounding snap that echoed through the
house.
"Mmmmph!" It was all I could say in response as my tongue was now deep in
her pussy.

Neither of us heard the gentle tapping of my husband's shoes as he tiptoed into

the room.

I kept licking, flicking my tongue along her clit, lightly sucking that tiny little
nub, and doing everything she told me to do.

"Yes, I`m fucking cumming!" She gyrated, shook, and dug her nails into the
back of my head. "Lick it all up, my dear."

I did that willingly. She was delicious. I felt my thighs being spread apart. A
tongue, which couldn't be her, was licking my pussy. It was familiar. I knew at
that instant that my husband was home.

He looked up, and said these chilling words: "I knew you'd be into it." It was all
a set-up to introduce me to a world of dominant delights. Oh, he was going to
pay for this, you can bet on that.

That was the beginning of a new lifestyle for both of us.

 A Secret Fantasy Finally Fulfilled

by Joan

My husband, Brad, had a secret fetish but he denied it. I found out about it, and
decided to surprised him one night, adding a new twist to our relationship.

"Why won't you just admit you like it and then we can move on?" I was only
teasing him up to this point but I secretly suspected he was turned on by this
kind of sexual play.

"Because, I'm not gay and I don't want to talk about this anymore," he huffed as
he zipped up his pants.

"Fine, but I know what I saw you watching on the Internet...and they weren't
women."

"I don't care what you thought you saw," he said as he stood up. "It wasn't guys
and I'm not talking about this anymore." He walked out, and slammed the door
behind him.

I had to admit that, for 45 years old, he does keep himself in good shape. That
ass is a work of art and his body is his temple. He's actually teaching me to eat
right but I still enjoy the decadent foods I so love.

Going back over to the computer, I stop in front of the mirror, and look at my
short red hair, a little shorter than I would've liked but it's so much easier to
wash. I have long, lean legs for almost six feet tall, and nice breasts that are
more than a mouthful. I have to say, at 32, I almost have the same body I had
back in my early 20's.

The password on his computer was easy to crack and then it was just a matter of
searching the last places he'd visited. There were gay sites, Femdom sites, and
even strap-on domination sites that I got a real kick out of watching. I was
starting to formulate a plan. This would be a side of me that Brad had never seen
before. I'd only done this a few times with an old boyfriend but I still had all the
stuff in my closet, locked away in a box that I told my husband was old letters
and photos.

Brad made all his money in computers and I have to say that he does take great
care of me. So, doing this for him was going to be my pleasure.

A few hours later, he returned. All I had to do was wait, and reveal my little
surprise to him, but not until I had him right where I wanted him. He walked into
the dark bedroom and, before he had a chance to react, I had placed a pair of fur-
lined handcuffs on his wrists. For a woman, I am deceptively strong. But, again,
I hadn't shown that side of myself to him before.

"What is this?!" He yelled, trying to shake me off. "Let me out of these right
now!" The light came on and I was standing there in nothing but a thick, 8-inch
strap-on affixed to my waist.

"Honey, what the hell is that?!" Now he looked scared.

"You will call me Mistress Joan," I commanded. "And, this is your new
boyfriend. Now, take a seat right there on that chair in the corner." I pushed him
onto the chair. He watched with his mouth open in awe.

It was perfect.

I just marched up, and pushed the head of the strap-on into his mouth. "Open
that mouth wide, bitch, and show me what you want to do with those guys on the
Internet." I felt him gag at being introduced to this game. "It's okay if you want
to explore but I'm doing it with you."

His resistance waned but then he gave in, and started to slowly lick the head. I
leaned forward, sliding a few inches of the base into his mouth. "Damn, I didn't
know how sexy you'd look with a cock in your mouth, bitch, or we would've
been doing this, and a whole lot more, a long time ago." I moved one hand
behind his head.

All he could do was look at my face with his mouth full. I wanted to see if he
could deep-throat me. Putting steady pressure forward, I watched the next couple
of inches tap the back of his throat. I held his head to me, and made him swallow
the whole thing. I pulled it out quickly. His saliva was coating the entire strap-
on.
"I can't believe you made me do that, Mistress Joan," he choked out.

"That's nothing. Wait till you feel my cock in that tight little ass of yours, bitch."
He looked down at the menacing thing. I saw the look of trepidation on his face.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle...at first anyway."

I ordered him to lie on the bed. Seeing that he was hard in his pants, I pulled his
pants and underwear off his body to see his modest, 7-inch cock straining and
throbbing. It looked about ready to go off.

Lifting his legs, I saw his little rosebud. I did something that I hadn't done since
dating that old boyfriend. I bent down, and gave him a rim job, trailing my
tongue around his ass while he squirmed, and let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhhh!"
he wailed. "What are you doing? It feels so good."

He didn't know that I was very proficient at this type of thing but he was about to
find out. His ass was loose enough, and my cock was dripping with his spit. It
was time for the grand finale.

Holding onto his legs, I positioned the cock at his entrance and, with insistent
pressure, the head popped in and took his breath away. "Ahhhhhhhhhh."

I didn't give him a chance to protest, and slammed all eight thick inches into his
ass. I watched as my cock disappeared from view. "Fuck! Fuck! Stop, it hurts!"
Using my knees for leverage, I gave him his fantasy. I looked down to see my
fake balls bouncing off his ass. It only took a minute for the sensation to turn
from pain to pleasure.

"Oh, it feels so fucking good. I think I'm going to cum!" Sure enough, his cock
went off without anybody touching it. He shot his load all over himself. That
alone made me cum myself.

Taking the cock out of him, I unstrapped the dildo. I heard it hit the floor with a
thud. "There, now that that's out of the way, we can really have some fun."

Yes, he was definitely in for more of this treatment and he now knew I was just
the woman to give it to him.
 A Little Leather

by Dana

My marriage is great. My husband, Gary, is tall, dark and handsome. We have so

much money from winning the lottery that it would be impossible to spend it all
in one lifetime. That's why I'm using a different name to write this...well, that's
one of the reasons. So, with all that, why am I so unsatisfied when it comes
down to a small but significant part of myself, one that I would love to let loose
once in a while?

We've been married for a few years and, seeing that he wasn't going to initiate
anything different in the bedroom, I decided the direct approach would serve me
well. I went shopping the other day, and bought all sorts of good stuff.

He was sleeping when I got home the other night. I had him exactly where I
wanted him. He is a heavy sleeper so he didn't feel me gently tying him spread-
eagle to the bed with four of his own silk ties. He sleeps nude so getting his
clothes out of the way wasn't an issue. He was starting to come to but his eyes
were still closed.

I stood there having second thoughts about what I wanted to do but I had gone
that far, and was really looking forward to going all the way. My attire consisted
of a black corset made of all leather and it stuck to my body like a second skin. I
had the merry widow outfit on. The sales clerk told me that I looked fantastic in
it. My breasts were overflowing the top. My husband was lying there with a
serene look on his face. He had no idea that he was about to be dominated.

To lend an air of mystery, I put a blindfold on him, and sat down on his chest,
playing lightly over his nipples. If there is one sensitive part of his body, it's his
nipples. I learned that early on in our relationship.

They were hard little pebbles now. I reached for the nipple clamps, and put them
on him. He began to squirm in the bed, wide awake now. Turning the screws on
him, I tightened them, and kept going until his mouth formed this little O. I stuck
my finger in his mouth.
"Hey, what's this?" he asked in shock.

"Gary, I am Mistress Lana and I have been sent here by your wife to punish
you."

"Dana, this isn't funny and I want..." He received a smart slap to his face for
speaking out of turn.

"You want to please Mistress Lana and that's all you want to do." I gave his
nipples a very hard twist to illustrate my point.

"Fuck, my nipples hurt!" He struggled under me, but wasn't going anywhere. I
had him pinned.

"Good, I like to give my slaves pain and pleasure. It rewards and punishes them
for their behavior." Gary tried to pull at the ties holding him down but he wasn't
going anywhere. He eventually gave up, and tried to appeal to my better nature.

"Dana, seriously, you've had your...ahhhhh!" Turning the screws on the nipple
clamps a little more, his body arched off the bed, his muscles bulging with the
effort.

"I thought I made it clear that I was Mistress Lana."

"Okay, Mistress Lana." He was out of breath from exerting all his strength on
the ties that bound him. He was mine now.

"Much better. Now, we can begin." I took regular clothespins, and attached them
to his balls. He was biting his tongue, trying to stop himself from crying out. I
liked that he was finally subservient to my desires. I reached down, and slapped
his cock, making it flex involuntarily.

"Fuck! That hurts Mistress Lana!" It was more of an afterthought to say Mistress
but it pleased me very much.

"Good, I want it to hurt." Climbing up to his face, I sat my weight down. His
tongue entered my moist and wanton pussy. It grabbed his tongue. I sat down
fully, taking it into my body. "Yes, that's how I like it." His mouth and lips could
get me off in seconds and he knew just where to touch to send me off. "Yes, fuck
my pussy with that worthless tongue of yours. Fuck, you're gonna make me
cum!" My eyes closed and I squirted my juices all over his face. I loved seeing
him act the little slut for me.

In the midst of my wild orgasm, I turned around slowly on his tongue so I was
facing his prone form. His cock was hard as a rock. It brought a wicked smile to
my face. "I knew you'd like this. I have wanted to do this for so long." I reached
down, and pulled up on the nipple clamps, pulling his nipples up, stretching
them out before my eyes.

"Fuck, that hurts more, Mistress!" His chest heaved up, trying desperately to
escape the sweet torture I was inflicting on him.

I just giggled. "Of course it hurts, sweetie. It's meant to." I released my hands,
and let his nipples snap back to his chest. They seemed longer now. "You know
how I like playing with your nipples. I know it drives you fucking insane."

"Tell me what you want me to do?" He asked. "I'll do anything you say,
Mistress."

"Oh, that pleases me, sweetie." He flicked his tongue over my clit. "And, that
pleases me, too." He was going to make me cum again. I loved his tongue but he
rarely used it on me. That was obviously going to change from here on out.

"Mmmph!" It was the only sound he made as he brought me closer to orgasmic

bliss.

"Oh yeah! Now stick that tongue deep inside me." I felt his tongue stab. "Yes,
now hold it there. Wiggle it for me." I shot my hands back to grip the bedposts.
"Yes, fuck yes. I'm cumming!" It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever
had. Who says a man can't take direction?

I slid off his tongue. His face was covered in my juices. "You stay here. I'm
gonna take a shower, and be back in a bit." I patted his head. "Don't go
anywhere."

This would be only the start of his training. For the last few years, he had come
home, grabbed me, taken me to bed, fucked me missionary style, got off, and
went to sleep. He had a lot to make up for.
 The Dressing Room

by Jack

Before I married Miranda, I was just a jack-of-all-trades and master of none. I

flitted from one job to the next, never satisfied with being pinned down by
tyrannical bosses who expected me to be on time every single day. That was
why when Miranda, a woman with old family money, came into my life, I did
everything I could to ingratiate myself to her. I was pretty much a puppy dog,
willing to please her every whim and, yes, desire. It worked. She agreed to marry
penniless me.

We were only married a short time when she decided that she wanted to go
shopping in the city one day. I was reluctant because, well, let's just say Miranda
has created some pretty humiliating and shocking (yet sexually arousing)
circumstances since we met. She gets off on that sort of thing.

Anyway, so we got in the Bentley, going from one store to the next. "Okay,
honey, we have a couple more stores to visit and then we can go home." She
lifted my chin. "Don't pout. You knew what you were getting into when we
married."

I drove the car down a side street. It was pretty much deserted. I remembered
this place. It was an exclusive boutique with only the best branding
accoutrements. This was turning into a very long day for me but it sure beat
having a real job. I would make do.

Miranda waited until I came around to the side of the car. I opened the door, and
let her out. Yes, I was pretty much her chauffeur. She liked treating me that way.

"Jack, I think you should come in, and wait for me. I'll be changing outfits, and
may need your assistance." The way she said assistance, I knew she had
something concocted in her pretty little head.

I followed her into the store. It was dimly lit. The pretty blonde sales clerk
noticed Miranda, and immediately jumped into action. "Can I get you anything,
ma'am?"

Miranda gave her a dismissive wave, and looked back at me. "Get me a cup of
mocha java from the cafe." Then, she walked away with the blonde trailing
behind her.

Once I'd retrieved her mocha java from across the street, I stepped back into the
store. There was nobody there. Miranda was nowhere to be seen and neither was
the sales clerk. I checked the entire store until I came to a curtained-off dressing
area. That was when I heard the moan.

I flipped open the curtain. The sales clerk was down between Miranda's legs, her
panties pulled aside. She was licking my wife's pussy. My wife's eyes were in
slits. She saw me watching.

"Ah, Jack," she moaned. "I see you have my mocha java." She put one leg over
the side of a chair, giving me a free view of what the sales clerk was doing. "She
does know how to lick a pussy. I think you should be taking notes."

She meant it. I went to the register, and rifled around for a pen and paper. I
walked back, and pulled up a chair.

"Very good, Sophia." She tilted her leg out so I could get a better view. "See
how she licks around my pussy first. Then she slips her tongue out to flick, and
gently bites my clit?"

I nodded.

"Oh, yes, Sophia, it has been too long since I've been back to this store!" She bit
her lip, but kept her eyes glued on me. "Oh, she is sucking my clit like a little
cock, back and forth, while still darting her tongue against the top of my clit. Are
you writing this down, Jack?"

I was jotting like mad, taking copious notes for later review. I didn't have to wait
long.

She pushed the clerk back, and looked at me with lust-crazed eyes. "Okay, it's
your turn. Let's see what you've learned so far." I got out of my seat, and started
toward her. "No, not like that. Undress, and crawl to me."
I looked at her to see if she was kidding. She was not. I looked around, and then
undressed. I was down to my underwear when I noticed both Miranda and
Sophia looking at me. I hesitated.

"Jack, don't be shy," Miranda giggled. "We're all friends here. Now, off with the
underwear."

My eyes darted between Miranda and Sophia. I put my thumbs into my white
boxer briefs, and pushed them down. I kicked them away. I was now naked
before the prying eyes of these two women.

"Now, on your knees, and get over here!" She pointed her finger down. Sophia
giggled this time as I dropped to the floor. "That's good. Now, get over here! I
won't ask again."

At home, I dress in just an apron, and cook and clean the house. It has naturally
progressed from there.

I crawled on hands and knees to her. She welcomed me. I slipped my tongue
along the inside of her thighs. She gave an excited yelp.

"You were taking notes, weren't you?" She grabbed the back of my head, and
positioned me over her pussy. "Now, lick!"

I began licking, remembering all of what Sophia had done. It was rather
embarrassing to be naked in this clothing store, but exciting as hell. Miranda
knew this turned me on. She knew forcing me to be naked in public was a thrill.

"Sophia, you know what to do."

I heard soft footsteps going behind me, then a swish of air as a leather belt of
some kind connected with my ass. "Ohhhhhhh!" I screamed into her pussy. The
vibration made her grind against my tongue.

"Ah, Jack, your ass has a nice red mark on it." She reached back, and slapped my
other cheek. "I told Sophia about you the other day on the phone. She seemed
very interested in helping me make this visit a memorable one."

The door to the shop opened. Two girls walked in, and saw me on my knees,
naked, servicing one woman, while being whipped by another.
They giggled, and one said, "No problem, we'll come back later." I listened to
the whispers as they left the store. "I think that was Jack Barlow from down the
street." They laughed as they shut the door behind them.

"Awe, Jack, your cheeks are all red," she said with a snicker. "And, not your ass
cheeks, either. Although, they are red, too."

The swish of the belt came down again. My tongue slid all the way inside my
wife.

"It's going to be a good afternoon!" My wife shrieked.

Sophia giggled. "So glad I could have you in my store."

Her words were not lost on me.

 Subtle Beginnings

by Ben

It began very subtly...so subtly that I didn't realize it was happening. I'm not
even sure that Eileen was aware of it at first. It was almost six months to the day
after my first 'punishment' before all the pieces clicked into place. It wasn't until
Eileen was standing over me in her leather bodice, her stiletto practically
piercing the skin between my shoulder blades, that the penny dropped. Only
then, as I knelt beneath her on all fours, naked except for my collar and leash,
did the term Dom/Sub finally pop into my mind.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I was slow on the uptake, right? How the
hell hadn't I realized before now that I was the slave in this relationship?

Well, as I said, it began with the little things.

Six months ago, I'd promised, with hand on heart, that I'd get home from work in
time for the special dinner she'd laid on for her boss and his wife, plus Eileen's
best friend and her husband, who was a golfing buddy of Eileen's boss. It had all
seemed a bit clique-y at the time but I'd promised to be there. So, naturally, when
I got home fifteen minutes late, Eileen was livid.

Appetizers were already sitting before the guests and I couldn't simply sit down.
Eileen insisted that I change before joining them. I didn't see her following me
up the stairs. I didn't even notice that she scooped up my clothing as I shed it
until I was standing naked in our bedroom, staring into empty drawers that
should have held fresh underwear and socks. Frowning, I slid open my wardrobe
door, and found no shirts, no trousers, either.

Nothing.

"Eileen?" I turned to face my frowning wife. "Where have all my..?"

"I think you owe me an apology," she growled.

"What? I was stuck in traffic! Stop messing about and..."

"Apologize!" she barked, loudly enough to startle me, but not so loud as to be
heard by the guests downstairs. Instantly, she had me cornered. I was naked, and
already feeling a little vulnerable as she glared at me.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"No, it's not okay," she spat. "I took the entire afternoon off to get that meal
ready and you just waltz in here like you own the place!"

That stopped my thoughts in their tracks. Own the place? I certainly did. My
name was on the deed! I opened my mouth to retort but her furious expression
stopped me.

I sighed. "Eileen, I'm sorry. I wasn't late on purpose. It was beyond my control.
Now, can we go downstairs? We have guests, remember?"

"I remember. I remember having to explain to them how you embarrassed me by

not bothering to turn up on time."

I sighed. "Can we at least discuss this later?"

"No. I don't think your apology was sincere," she said.

"I...what? What else can I say?"

"It's not what you can say, you silly little naked man. It's what you can do."

"All right," I sighed, brushing the insult aside. Anything for a quiet life, I
thought. "What can I do?"

"Lick me," she said.

This time, I simply stared at her. She was angry about me being late and now she
wanted me to lick her?

"Do I need to tell you again?" she snapped. "Get down on your knees and lick
me!" Once again I stared at her, not quite believing my ears. Eileen had always
been fairly passive in the bedroom, only taking charge when she was feeling
particularly horny, or when her orgasm was imminent. Then, she would steer my
mouth, tongue or fingers with unusual vigor. Nails would rake my back, spurring
me deep inside her until she climaxed noisily.

But, this behavior?

"You're refusing?" she growled, casting my discarded clothing aside. Still not
quite believing the situation, I sank to my knees, and began to crawl towards her.
She lifted a leg, and placed it on the frame of the bed. As I got closer, she drew
her long skirt over her knee and along her thigh, far enough to reveal her dark
stocking tops. I stared at her exposed leg and a peculiar stirring began in my
groin. My cock began to swell and I blinked at the unexpected sensation.

"Closer!" she snapped and I crawled the last few feet until I was level with her
legs.

"Kiss my foot first," she said. Not wanting to invoke her anger again, I bent to
plant my lips close to her ankle.

"Now, up my calf." I complied, trailing kisses up her shapely leg until I reached
her knee. My cock was fully stiff by now and I felt a strange wonder at my own
reactions to this surreal scenario. At her command, I kissed along her thigh,
passing the stocking top, and finding warm skin beneath my lips. I could feel the
heat of her pussy on my cheek; I could smell the gentle musk of her wetness.
And then, as she lifted the skirt from the top of her thigh, I realized that she
wasn't wearing anything underneath. But, I had no time to react. Her hand
pressed the back of my head, propelling my face against her freshly-shaven lips.
For this part at least, I needed no prompting. My tongue and lips began to work
automatically, drawing deep sighs and long groans from Eileen. She was
surprisingly wet. Her orgasm hit very quickly and she struggled to contain her
usually-loud cries as she shuddered beneath my tongue.

And, as quickly as that, it was over. She pushed me away, dropped her leg, and
smoothed down her skirt.

"Your clothes are in the bathroom," she said briskly as I rose to my feet. My
erection waved before me, throbbing for attention; any kind of touch. But, Eileen
was already turning away.

"I'll just need to wash my face," I said.

"You will not!" she snapped. "You'll leave it exactly as it is, and remember how
much you embarrassed me."

And so I sat through two hours with our guests, the smell of her pussy strong in
my nostrils. All the way through dinner and coffee, pre-cum trickled from my
still-erect cock, which I struggled to hide from the others. My mind imagined
what might happen once they were gone and whether I would get the chance to
come.

That was the first hint of my wife's preference for domination...although I didn't
realize it at the time. My head was still spinning with lust and disbelief.

But, now that I think back, I realize that it was also the first time that I got a kick
out of being her slave. Many adventures lay ahead, as well as many delightful
orgasms.

When my Mistress allowed them, of course.

 A Walk in the Park

by Tabitha

"Okay, stop the car right here!" I gripped my husband Sean's leg, and squeezed
down, my nails digging into his bare flesh.

The mint condition silky black Jaguar screeched to a halt in front of a park
teeming with people. It was a typical spring day where everyone was out
enjoying the sunshine. I had a wicked idea.

"Sean, you remember when we talked about doing some public displays of
affection?" I asked. I looked out the window, and surveyed the scene. What Sean
didn't know was that I was here a few days earlier, scouting the area. It was
deserted then, but this would be more daring.

"Yeah, I recall you mentioning something while you were jacking me off in that
park bathroom over there." His finger pointed toward the far side of the park
where two pine bathrooms stood, one for girls and one for guys. "But, you can't
be serious. Look at all the people who are here."

"Oh, I see them," I smirked. "But, that's not what I meant. We've done that many
times before. Remember the other conversation we had?"

His eyes went wide. "You mean about being the dominatrix, and taking me out
in public to be some kind of freak exhibitionist show?" He shook his head. "I
didn't think you actually wanted to do that."

I laughed. "Sure you did. When I was whispering what I wanted to do in your
ear, your cock got harder than I've ever seen it." I moved my hand over to his
crotch. Sure enough, he was already hard just from thinking about it.

"Let's just take a leisurely stroll to that bluff there." I pointed to the other end of
the park where the beach nearly merges with the surf. "We'll take things as they
come, no pun intended."

He fidgeted under my fingers. I had him. "Okay, but just a walk to check things
out, right?"

"Right!" I opened up my door, and got out. I was wearing only white shorts and
a bikini top. The guys all turned their heads. Hey, some of the girls turned
around, too. I get that reaction sometimes.

Sean got out, and shut the door, hitting the alarm with a quick bleep bleep. He
adjusted his shirt, making sure it was loose, and covering his hard cock.

"Sean, tuck that shirt back in!" I said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

He reluctantly did what he was told. The obvious bulge in his tight shorts could
be seen from the onlookers. The guys kept their eyes on me. The girls turned
their attention to him. Let's just say that Sean was blessed when the universe was
handing out cocks, very blessed indeed.

I walked arm and arm with him, leading him down the path. I made sure to walk
slowly so everyone could see what we had to offer. I was sure that a couple of
them would be curious as to what was going on once we got around the bend,
and out of sight along the bluff.

Once we were near the bluff, I reached down, and felt Sean's cock through his
shorts. It was really long and hard now. I just smiled. "Did you see the way those
girls were looking at you?"

"Yeah, like they should be holding dollar bills as I pass by." He didn't make any
move to brush my hand away. In fact, his thick cock jerked and flexed under my
ministrations.

"Don't look, just keep walking." I took him off the path, and walked casually
behind the bluff. When we were out of sight, I turned around. "Okay, take off
your shorts and shirt."

"What?!" He asked incredulously. "Are you mad? There's a lot of people out
there. I think I even saw a cop car."

"Yeah, but isn't this exciting?" I pulled the side of my shorts away from my
dripping pussy. "Either get naked or you don't get this for a long, long time."

He grunted, and stripped off his shirt, then peeled off his shorts. He was naked,
his long, thick cock waving around in the cool breeze. "Is this what you
wanted?"

I pointed my finger to the ground. "Get down there, and make me cum. And, if
you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you cum before we leave."

As he dropped to his knees, I noticed through my sunglasses two college girls

skulking behind some brush. They'd clearly followed us and they knew I'd seen
them. They didn't move.

Sean was licking my pussy. His lust had taken over. "Yeah, baby!" I yelled out
as my hand gripped his head. "Get that nice long tongue inside me." I motioned
for the girls to come over, but shushed them to keep quiet.

As Sean's tongue bathed my throbbing clit, the two college girls made their way
quietly over to where we were. They were nearly standing next to Sean. One
even bent down to see his cock, the precum covering the top of his shaft by now.

"Okay, Sean, whatever you feel, don't move, just keep licking my juicy pussy." I
felt his head nodding up and down. "Good, you're in for quite the surprise." I
winked at the girls, and used my hand in an up and down motion.

One was too shy, but the blonde who had already bent down licked her lips, and
moved her hand forward. She put my husband's cock in her fist, and began
stroking, using the generous amount of precum as lubricant. He moaned into my
pussy.

"That's it, baby," I cooed. "Keep your tongue on that clit. Suck it hard. You
should see this blonde jacking you off."

The blonde grinned as she increased the tempo of her movements. She was
driving him crazy. This was so hot. I bit my lip, and creamed his tongue. I felt
him tense up and then the blonde was giggling. He was shooting his nice white
hot cum onto the ground in front of her. She kept stroking until he was
completely drained.

She stood up, her hand coated in his cum. I looked at her friend. She had her
hand down her shorts, furiously rubbing her clit to climax.

I reached over, and tossed the blonde Sean's shirt. She looked at me, and then got
the idea. As I watched, she wiped the goo off her hand onto the shirt. I would
make him wear it back to the car.

It was a nice spring day.

 Acknowledging Real Power

by Nina

"I don't get where this is coming from. I only work this hard to give you all the
pretty things that you desire." He never let me hear the end of it, about how he
worked hard and I was sitting here all day doing nothing. He had no idea how
hard I worked with keeping the staff in line and also chairing several charity
functions. There might just be a time that I would have to put him in line, too,
and that day looked like it was getting closer by the minute.

"I know you think that, but I think you like being away from me for days on end.
You do everything you can to keep me at a distance. Well, I'll tell you one thing.
This will not be tolerated anymore!"

I walked away from him with my robe billowing around me, giving Hal, my
husband, and the gardener working outside a real peek at what was underneath.
It moved with my body and was open for all to see.

"I don't know what you mean by that but I wish you'd close that robe! The
gardener is staring!" I didn't care if people saw the body that he paid for, and
showed that fact by standing by the back porch, and flashing the gardener again,
who couldn't take his eyes off me. It was the first time in awhile that any man
ogled my naked flesh with such hunger in his eyes and I had to admit I enjoyed
it.

Hal came out, and pulled the robe in front of me. I turned and slapped him across
his jaw, making him stumble back.

He stammered, "That's it. I want a divorce and I'll be talking to my lawyer in the
morning."

Yeah, I'd heard that one before. He'd come simpering back to me that night, just
like he always did.

He stomped off to the office, and didn't return until very late. I knew he had a
big meeting in the morning but, seeing that I didn't have anything to lose, I was
going to make sure that he didn't make it.

In the morning, when he was still sleeping, I kissed his chest, leaving a telltale
red lipstick mark in my wake. He squirmed on the bed, about to awaken. Lying
back, I had on a pair of leather boots, leather gloves, and a black teddy with no
panties on. Looking over at him, he opened his eyes, and smiled at me, but then
realized he couldn't move. He tried in vain to pull free, but then he looked up and
saw that he was handcuffed to the bedposts. "Get these off me! You know I have
to leave soon."

"YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, UNTIL I GET WHAT I WANT," I

screamed into his face and he backed down, and looked at me like I was crazy. I
suppose from his point of view it might have looked like that but, in reality, I
was just pushed to my breaking point and beyond. "Now, what am I going to do
with you?"

Whispering to him after such an outburst was jarring, to say the least.

Straddling his chest, I tore the sheets off and he saw that a pair of my panties
was lying on his chest, the dirty ones that I came into several times yesterday
while he was at work. "Those are very special panties and I think you should
take a closer look." Grabbing the flimsy material with my fake, two-inch nails, I
hung them over his mouth and nose so he could smell the heady aroma all
around him.

Pinching his nipples, I drove the weight of my body down on his cock, taking it
all in one thrust. What he didn't know was that I had coated my pussy with a
heated lubricant that got hotter with rubbing.

"Wow, that is something else." His cock agreed with his assessment, and jumped
and throbbed in my tight hole. Bouncing up and down on his cock faster, my
hair was flying all over the place and his cock was burning so much that he was
literally moaning into the panties over his face. That well defined body arched
off the mattress in pleasure and I held onto his shoulders as I drove him out of
his mind.

"I'm going to cum!" he moaned.

"Not until I want it and I'm not even sure that I do," I hissed. My pussy was
strangling his poor meat in a vice-like grip and it was now time for the grand
finale. Pulling off him at the very moment his cock was about to start shooting, I
bent his legs forward, until they were well over his shoulders and his cock was
mere inches from his own mouth. Stroking it with my hands, I slapped his
upturned ass and that was the shock he needed to go over the top. "Open up."
His cock began firing into his face and he kept his mouth shut until I slapped
him again, making him open up.

Several creamy ropes went into his mouth and then the rest sprayed all over his
face until his cock was done shooting, and went limp. "There, now you know
what happens when you don't give me daily fuckings but I bet that won't happen
again too soon."

I left him there with the hot cum sticking to his face and my panties, and I didn't
return for an hour. By that time, his anger had subsided and he was smiling like
he really enjoyed it. Maybe I was wrong; maybe he would keep me waiting just
so that he could be punished again.

Oh, well, a wife's work is never done...

 Testing the Waters

by Allie

I'm lying here against the cool sheets, my head is situated on the pillow, and my
husband Dave has just finished his business between my legs. Faking it is
something I have been doing for some time and this was one of those times. Oh,
he was pretty good stamina-wise and I couldn't complain about the 8-inch cock
that he was sporting. But, I never really saw the big thrill in having sex.

After he caught his breath, Dave propped himself up on his elbow, and said,
"Honey, I want to ask you a question and I want you to really think about it
before answering."

"You want to ask me a question right after sex?" I asked.

"Well, I wasn't going to broach the topic before or during."

"I see, and just what is this question that you want to ask me?"

"Well, we've been married for three years now and we can afford to do just
about anything." I could feel his trepidation so I took his hand as encouragement
and he took a deep breath, and continued, "I have this secret side of myself that
I've kept hidden, and wasn't even sure if I was going to say anything, but I think
it's time to reveal my secret. There is something in the bedroom that is lacking
for me and it's the fact that.... well, I really want to be dominated."

That one word hung there in the air for some time as I absorbed this new
information. "I love our sex life but I just think that we can have a lot of fun with
you telling me what to do."

Puzzled, I replied, "I don't even know how I would go about doing that."

"I've taken that into consideration and I've hired a professional to get us started.
She should be here soon." He had thrown this out at me out of the blue and I was
seriously considering throwing him out of the bedroom. But, I decided to see
where things went.
There was a knocking at the door and my husband went to answer it while I
waited on the bed for him to return. When the door opened, this blonde
bombshell, wearing an all-leather cat suit, led my husband into the room with a
leash and collar around his neck.

"Is this your bitch?"

"Um, yes it is." Rather than shocked, I was oddly amused. I had to bite my lip to
keep from laughing. Dave looked ridiculous!

"Well, that is a good start. So, why don't you get up, and show this bitch some
discipline?" She bent his naked body over the bed and I got up, and stood behind
him, not sure what to do."

I was still naked myself from our lovemaking session. I decided to go along with
this odd turn of events and I again had to bite my lip.

"SPANK HIM." Her forceful tone took me by surprise and I found myself
spanking my husband with my bare hand.

I was shy at first but then I got into it. It was no longer funny. It was liberating
and a real turn-on!

"Yeah, take that, and that, you little whore. You should be ashamed of yourself
for letting me go three years without a real orgasm." My hand cracked each time
on his ass cheeks and his cries of pain in my ears were exciting me!

"I'm sorry, Mistress Allie! It will never happen again!"

Cat suit lady said, "If this is true, then you need to show him how to do it or,
better yet, have me do it, and make him watch." She then grabbed me by the
hair, and threw me on the bed. She briefly turned to Dave, "Watch and learn and
maybe you'll be able to satisfy her after."

His eyes were on this blonde goddess as she spread me out, and started to lick
me. Her tongue began doing things to me that I never thought possible. This
sensation of orgasm came on me in minutes and I was crashing my thighs
against her face while screaming "Yessssssss!"

My whole body was lost in pleasure and then I saw her staring down at me. She
had strapped on a cock, and proceeded to slide deep into me, and back out.
Getting off the bed, she circled my husband, and then grabbed his head, and
pushed his face into my sodden hole.

"Lick her the same way I did, bitch." He never bothered to look back at her, and
immediately dove into my box, mimicking the blonde's motions, and putting a
little extra something into it that he never did before.

"Ahhhhmmmmmmph." He lifted his head to scream, and I pulled his head

against me, looking up to see the blonde fucking him in the ass, and really
pounding him over the bed mercilessly.

I don't know what came over me but I said, "Yes, take that cock and eat my
pussy, bitch! You like that hard cock in your tight ass...don't you?!"

Lifting his head, he said "Yes, Mistress, I love cock and will do anything to get
it....ahhhhhhhhhh." Her movements were going faster and I was engulfed in this
fire between my legs as he was making me cum for the first time with his
tongue. Pulling out of him, she dressed, and abruptly left, winking at me on the
way out the door.

He climbed up between my legs, and slipped his cock into my hole, and this time
it was different as I controlled his actions, and told him how fast or slow to go,
or to touch my clit at just the right time.

"Holy fuck, I'm cumming, you worthless piece of crap..." My heels beat on his
ass and he just kept fucking me until I said, "Okay, you can cum now, but only
on my feet." I don't know why I said that but he pulled out, and shot his load all
over my toes, before leaning in and licking it all off. Finally satisfied after three
long years, I lay his head in my cleavage and let him listen to my heart beating in
my chest. It was the first time that I'd dominated him and, since he liked it, he
would have to get used to doing it all the time. There was no way I was going
back to how it used to be and he was mine to do with...as I desired.
 Under the Covers

by Jen

I still work full-time but I don't have to. Patrick's parents left him a huge
inheritance. I like to be doing something, not just sitting around doing nothing.
Patrick is different. He's happy to sit around the house, watching sports, lying by
the pool with a good book, or meeting the guys at the club.

After we received the inheritance, I decided we needed a top-of-the-line security

system, something that would keep those friends, family, and neighbors from
putting their hand out every chance they got. Well, that and the possibility of
being robbed just because we had more than others did.

Anyway, the day it was installed, I forgot to tell my husband it was up and
running. He didn't know the house was wired with small video cameras and that
I could just press a button on my laptop, and see every room in the house. Well,
it was because of this feature that I found out what Patrick did when I was at
work.

While still at the office, I had just decided to check on the house because Patrick
said that he would be playing golf all day. I wanted to make sure everything was
okay. It wasn't. As soon as I logged in, and pressed the button, I saw Patrick in
the bedroom. He wasn't at the golf course. Far from it! There he was in my blue,
frilly panties with several dildos of various sizes all over the bed.

I gasped at the one buried deep in his mouth. "My lord, Patrick, I can't even deep
throat a cock that size!" I said to the screen. I quickly left the computer to lock
my office door.

When I sat back down, I licked my lips, while peeling down my panties, and
putting them into my purse for later use. "You naughty boy. I think it's time I get
involved in this." I dialed our number at home, and let it ring.

Patrick waited until the tenth ring before he slurped off of that thick, flesh-
colored dildo, and grabbed the phone. "Yes, hello!" He was obviously
exasperated at being interrupted.

"Hi, honey. I thought you were going to be out all day," I said teasingly. My
fingers were rubbing my clit, my juices dripping down onto the leather chair.

"Oh, yeah, I got done early so I'm taking a nap." He looked down at the dildos.
"I'm really tired."

"So, I see." I let those words sink in.

"Um, what do you mean?" He asked. His eyes flitted back and forth around the
room.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you. I had a security system installed a few days
ago." I watched him try and cover up. "No, take your hands away. Let me see
that hard cock peek out from over those panties."

This time he gasped. "How much have you seen?" He took his hands away, and
bunched them into the bedspread.

"Not much," I said with a giggle. "Just that you can deep throat a cock better
than I can."

He went two shades of red. "I'm sorry..."

I cut him off with one word. "Mistress!"

"Um, I'm sorry, Mistress!" His cock gave an involuntary flex at just saying that
one word.

I reached over to my purse, and pulled out my silver vibrator. Doesn't every
professional lady carry her own?

"Now, take that dildo, and put it back into your mouth. I want to see you deep
throat it again."

He hesitated, but slowly inserted the dildo into his mouth, taking it down inch by
inch.

I zoomed in on the camera so I could see just his body. "That's it. Take it, and
lick all around the head. I bet you would love it to be a real cock, wouldn't you?"

He grunted as he pulled the cock out of his mouth, and licked all around the
head.

"I asked you a question!" I pushed the silver vibrator deep into my pussy, my
hand about to turn on the vibrator part of it. "Answer me!"

He pulled the dildo away from his mouth, saliva dripping down his chin. "Yes, I
want you to get me a real cock to suck. I've always wanted to suck a cock. It
would be so hot if you were there to watch."

"Good boy." I put my heels on the desk, and spread my legs wide. "Yes, I would
love to find you a huge cock to suck but, for now, that one will do."

He pushed it back into his mouth.

"Go all the way down." I flicked the switch on the vibrator. It hummed to life.
"Oh, yes, bury it down your throat."

He did just that. I watched as the dildo disappeared into his mouth until the fake
balls were resting on his chin. I really was in awe at how easily he was able to do
that.

I began moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy in long, drawn out strokes.
"Okay, keep it there. Feel your throat muscles caress the shaft and head. Imagine
how that guy will feel when you do that to him."

His cock was jumping up and down in the panties. A thick stream of precum
rolled down the shaft. He was definitely getting excited. I decided to see how far
he would go for me.

"Okay, now grip your cock through the panties." I kept my eyes to the screen as
he used his free hand to stroke his cock. "Now, when you stroke up, roll your
hand over the head of your cock."

He did that with a gasp. His hand dropped the phone, but it didn't matter. As he
stroked his cock with that dildo buried down his throat, I was diddling my clit as
I jammed the silver vibrator repeatedly in and out of my hot, wanting pussy.
He moaned loudly around the dildo, and shot his load into the panties. The dildo
fell out of his mouth. He was spent, breathing heavy, his hand covered in his
sticky cum.

I wasn't done with him yet. "Get those panties off!" I yelled.

My voice startled him. He slipped off the panties, but didn't know what to do
with them. I was about to tell him.

"Lick them clean, boy!" I felt a wave wash over me as I shook, my toes curling
up, my eyes closing, as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my husband licking his cum out of the panties.
"I'll be home shortly! We can continue this conversation then." I put the phone
down.

He just lay there in shock.

I'd recently heard that a new adult novelty store down the street has some great
stuff for spicing things up. I had some shopping to do...
 Turning the Tables

by Candy

I've always known I was a trophy wife. My husband is 20 years older so most
people think I'm a gold digger. Andrew knows what other people think but he
doesn't care. He always got what he wanted until I decided it was time to turn the
tables.

I've always gotten by on my looks and I know Andrew only married me because
I had a very hard body and because he was looking for a new model to replace
the old and wrinkled one he used to have.

My mother always told me that a man should know his place and Andrew was
definitely the sort of man that needed to be taught. I was going to do just that.
The power that he wielded in his own office was all encompassing. He had a
way of looking at you, and making you do something that you wouldn't normally
do.

After one too many nights of him trying to tell me what to do, I'd had enough.
Waiting for him at home the next evening, I stood at the door, knowing that I
was about to change and reverse roles but it would only work if he was willing
to hand over control to me...in the bedroom.

He walked in, and immediately saw me wearing nothing but a black thong with
my tits completely exposed and rings around my nipples. Taking his hand, we
went into the kitchen where I pushed him onto a chair, and straddled his lap.

Slapping him across the face, I grabbed his lips, and kissed them, making his
cock come alive between his legs. "You like my pussy rubbing you like this and
you want more, yes?"

"Yes, of course..."

Smack!

Ouch!" He rubbed his own five-o'clock shadow.

"You are not to speak unless I tell you to." Biting his lip with my teeth into the
skin, I felt his cock flex against my body. I reached down, and unzipped his fly,
pulling him out into the open so I could see his dripping meat for myself.
Reaching in under his cock, I grabbed his balls, and squeezed, making him gasp,
and hold onto the chair for support. Pulling myself onto the table, I grabbed onto
his blond hair, and slammed his face into my sex.

"There! That is where you belong and you know it."

His mouth was tentative but, when I put my foot against his cock, and pressed
down, he got the idea, and started to move his tongue all around my wet slit.

"Good boy, that is what I like." His mouth was expertly bringing me off and I
found myself having multiple orgasms as I held his face against me the entire
time. "Yes, yes, yesssssssssss." My foot continued to move up and down his
swollen cock, getting my high heels covered in his sauce. I lifted his head by his
hair, and presented my cream covered heels for his lips. "Don't look at me like
that. You did this so you have to take care of it." His lips closed over one of my
heels and he began to lick it off while I pushed my four-inch heel in and out of
his mouth. It was awe-inspiring to see him suck what could only be described as
a tiny cock and I suddenly had this revelation that maybe he was willing to do a
whole lot more than just that.

Moving the other heel over to his face, he gave it the same treatment as the first
one, sucking it back and forth, making me want to see his mouth full of
something even bigger. Reaching over to the bag that was behind my head, I
took out a large, double-headed dildo, and brought it down to my lips, before
inserting half of it into my pussy. My muscles grabbed onto the plastic toy as my
husband looked on, and stroked his meat for my pleasure.

"I love this but I want the real thing." Getting up, he speared me with everything
he had while I scratched at his chest, and dug my spiked 4-inch heels into his
ass. It was the perfect encouragement to make him go faster and I could feel his
cock swelling inside me.

"Faster, faster, harder!" My eyes went to the back of my head and I could see
that he was about to join me in my pleasure. Then, I pulled away from him,
leaving his cock at the brink, and unable to find his own release. "I want you to
cum all over this for me." My hands held the double-headed dildo against the
shaft, waiting for him to cover it in his hot cum.

"OH! I can't stop it!!" The head ballooned, and then started to shoot copious
streaks of white lava all over the plastic toy, where it dripped down the sides.
Lifting it to my face, I watched him watching as the first drop was about to fall
on my tongue. But, then I grabbed his head, and force-fed the dripping mess into
his own mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmph." He was fighting me but he wasn't fighting all that hard,

which meant he liked the taste and wanted more.

"Yeah, suck that cock." His own cock jumped at that and I smiled, feeding inch
after inch of the toy into his slutty mouth. His own cream coated his lips and I
made sure he licked the whole thing clean, before allowing the cock to come out
of his mouth. "That's very good and, from now on, that is what you will be
doing. I just don't want your cream anymore and it's all yours to eat like the good
little slut that you are." He slumped his head to his chest in shame and
degradation as he finally realized I would be the one calling the shots from now
on.

Seeing his cock all hard, and ready for more, I slapped the head, and said "Don't
think you are going to use that on me and I don't want you to pleasure yourself
until I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress, I won't." I loved holding the reigns in this relationship and I had
no intention of letting go of them anytime soon. His mouth was now going to be
used as a receptacle for his own hot and nasty cum and I was going to get a thrill
out of making him eat it for me.
 Bring on the Leather

by Anna

I had always wanted a rich husband and I finally netted one in Jon. However, I
was concerned about my rather dominant sexual needs as Jon was a lights-out,
missionary kind of man. I later learned, however, that Jon was kinkier than he
had originally let on...

I am rather young to have such eclectic sexual tastes but, at 22 years old, I had
been subjected to the lifestyle for about three years. It was after these formative
years that I figured out I didn't want to bed-hop anymore. Oh, sure, it was fun to
try a bunch of different men of various ages and cock sizes but it got old. I
wanted a connection, a true sparks-flying love that would be my one and only.

Too bad for me that Jon was your typical vanilla 'let's have sex with the lights
off' kind of guy who I thought wouldn't even entertain the thought of a
dominant/submissive sexual relationship. Here's where it gets interesting. I still
had all my leather stuff; the restraints, the ball gags, the boots, the hood, the
whole thing. I just kept it under the bed in a large leather suitcase. Who would
ever think to look there?

Well, I was coming home from, well...let's be honest, pawing the merchandise at
the local adult novelty store that had a lot of the kinds of things I liked. Oh, I
never buy anything but it was nice to feel the leather, smell the heady scent, and
let the memories wash over me.

I was just opening the door to our house, a huge colonial with 17 rooms and 4
baths. (I had no idea what we would do with so much space but Jon wanted to
keep up with the Joneses.) Anyway, it was mid afternoon and I figured Jon
would be off to the golf course with his buddies. So, I made a beeline for the
bedroom to take a peek at my suitcase. When I opened the door, I got the shock
of my life. Jon was on the bed, completely naked with his hands strapped to the
bedposts.

I laughed. "Um, Jon, did you get yourself into that position?" I asked. It would
have been more humiliating for him if our promiscuous next door neighbor had
done this to him but, boy, would I be mad, and looking to punish him.

He grunted, and nodded up and down.

A ball gag was in his mouth, all my toys were strewn about the room, and my
leather suitcase was flopped open on the floor in front of me. I walked around
the bed. The restraints weren't on too tight so I could tell he had been trying to
get out for a while now.

"Well, Jon boy, that is quite some feat." I pulled on the straps, tightening them
even further to his astonished eyes. "You actually managed to tie both hands up.
You'll have to show me how you were able to accomplish that."

He grunted again through the ball gag, the red tip protruding out from between
his lips. I looked down at his hard body, the flat abs rippling from his exertion,
his cock hard and dripping precum. That's when I got another shock. His cock
and balls were encased in a leather cock ring. Doesn't sound so shocking...except
it wasn't mine. I don't have any cock rings.

"What have we here?" I gripped his cock in my hand, and began lightly stroking
him, his shaft throbbing under my touch. "Seems my boy has been keeping
things behind my back." I hissed, "That stops now." I took my other hand, and
squeezed his balls.

He screamed out into the ball gag.

I stepped away from him and, as he watched, I undressed until I was naked. Oh,
he loved my body. I kept it firm and flexible with daily yoga. I reached into a
side compartment of the suitcase, and came back with a pair of skin-tight leather
pants with the crotch cut out of them. He could see my bald pussy. I shimmied
and slid my way into them.

"Okay, Jon boy, time for your first lesson." I got up on the bed, and straddled his
aching cock. I squatted down roughly, and took him all the way inside me. "Yes,
you are going to learn some self control."

I bounced up and down on him, his hard and thick eight-inch cock sliding in and
out of me, my skin slapping against his. I could sense he was getting close, and
stopped. "No! No! You don't cum until I do and, even then, only if you've been
good." I reached back and pulled down on his balls, making the sensation to
want to explode subside considerably.

I could hear the leather restraints straining against his muscled arms. Awe, he
was trying to get loose again. I would have to put a stop to that. I slapped his
face rather hard. He looked at me with pleading in his eyes. It was his cock that
flexed involuntarily inside me.

"Oh, so my boy liked that." I placed both my feet on either side of his body,
using my free hand on his chest to rise up and fuck on his hard cock. I started
slow, but then picked up speed, even driving him crazy by contracting the
muscles in my pussy on each upward stroke.

He tried to thrust up, but I held him down, and used my finger in a tsk-tsk
motion. "Don't move, not one muscle. I am going to enjoy this." I kept pistoning
his cock in and out of me, making sure the large, flared head rubbed up on my
pussy lips as it came out.

He grunted, tensing up his muscles. I reached down, and tugged on his balls
again, this time slapping his testicles with a loud crack from the palm of my
hand. His cock lost the urge to cum. That was when I felt my orgasm coming.

"Fuck, yes!" I screamed, a bit of spittle landing on his right cheek. "I am going
to fucking cum on that cock." I buried him inside me, rubbed my clit, and
exploded. "Oh, yes, I'm fucking cumming!" My pelvis shook, and gripped him in
the throes of my orgasm.

His eyes went wide. I let go of his balls. It was the release he needed. He shot his
load inside me, the hot, white, scalding cream bathing my pussy walls with his
need. It was quite the load as some of it dripped out around his cock.

I jumped off him, straddled his face, unclasped the ball gag, and smothered him
in our combined juices. "You be a good boy, and lick all that up. Afterwards,
you can go make us a nice dinner."

It was the beginning of a very satisfying marriage.

 Club Manners

by Tonya

I've got to say, my husband Jason and I have the best of everything; cars,
jewelry, houses, vacation property, even several business ventures that we invest
in heavily, both in monetary gain and in personal gain. What recently happened
to us was something so unexpected that it took us both by surprise.

A good friend of mine (well, really an ex-boyfriend who needed some capital to
create a nightclub) got in touch with me about an investment opportunity. It was
supposed to be your typical nightspot for heavy partying, low lights, and
pumping music. It was, but with a whole lot more. When I saw the blueprints to
the place months before it opened, I smiled a little at just how elite the crowd
would be, and just what kind of activities this club would offer. My ex decided
to make it a fetish club, complete with costumes to get in, exotic drinks, and
private rooms with one-way mirrors. My husband agreed to invest based on my
request alone. He didn't know exactly what kind of club it was.

It was opening night and, since we were investors, we had VIP access. I was
dressed to impress. I had on this slinky, curve hugging, micro red leather dress
that left little to the imagination. Gloves of the same color encased my hands like
a second skin and a bustier pushed up my C-cups into an impressive sight. My
dark, shoulder length hair was tied back in a tight bun. It gave me a severe look,
which was exactly what I was going for.

My husband was wearing black slacks, and a simple, white-buttoned shirt from
Armani.

I walked up to the doorman, and flashed our 'VIP Gold Class' card and we were
immediately led to another nearby entrance with no people mobbing it.

"See, honey? I told you investing in a club like this would have some benefits."

He looked at the line down the block and I could see him eyeing all the women.
They were dressed in fetish gear, leathers, and the like. "Um, just what kind of
club did we invest in, Tonya?"

I took his hand and we disappeared into the club. "Oh, you know, a place to
relax, drink, and have some fun." We migrated down a dark, dimly lit hall until
we came to a set of black curtains. I pulled them aside.

We were up on a catwalk of sorts, which went around the length of the club. It
was enclosed with glass all the way around with key cards for access. The party
was hopping down below; lots of partygoers on the dance floor, lights flickering
back and forth, and the DJ spinning the tunes. It was quite the crowd. My
husband didn't notice the huge, big screen TV above the stage. It was off at the
moment.

I used our 'VIP' card to open one of the glass doors. It led to a large room. I had
picked this room specifically for us. I was about to introduce him to a world that
I once frequented in my youth. I turned the lights on. The room was bathed in
incandescent red.

My husband looked in. There was a long, L-shaped, red leather couch. The walls
were covered in chains with various BDSM equipment and toys attached to
hooks. I pushed him inside, and closed the door behind us with a hiss from the
automatic settings.

"Okay, honey," I said. "Get undressed, and stand in front of that window."

He protested, "WHAT?! What are you talking about?"

"You invested in this club. Don't you at least want to sample what it has to
offer?"

"I don't underst...." I pushed my hand against his mouth.

"Ssshhhh..."

He looked at me with those lost puppy dog eyes.

"Don't worry, it's one way glass. You can see out at them." I pointed to the
crowd below and the people milling about on the catwalk. "But, they can't see
in."
He shrugged, and immediately stripped down. I watched as he made his way
over to the window. I stepped up behind his naked form. "Put both hands up, and
touch the glass." He did what he was instructed to do. I snapped the black leather
cuffs on him, the chains dangling down. He tested the length. He couldn't go
back more than a few inches.

I walked over to the wall, and selected a cat of nine tails, turned around, and
snapped the flailed ends at his exposed ass. It connected, leaving a red mark on
his left ass cheek.

"Fuck, that hurts!" He screamed.

I put my finger up to his lips. "No talking, my pet. In fact, that deserves a
punishment of ten licks to each cheek."

Jerking back, I gave his ass several whips from the cat of nine tails, each time
hearing him whimper, but not saying a word. I even, just for the fun of it,
spanked his ass with my bare hands a few times. I loved the sound of the loud,
hollow slaps reverberating off the glass window.

"Okay, you've done well, my pet." I caressed his reddened ass cheeks with the
tips of my fingernails. "I think you deserve a reward."

He grunted, but kept quiet. He was being such a good boy.

I got some baby oil from my purse, and poured it over my hands. I reached in
front, and gripped his cock. He was hard, and throbbing to my touch. "Hmm,
seems someone likes this more than he is letting on."

My hands started to slip up and down his hard shaft, his moans coming in gasps.
I knew he was close. I caressed his balls gingerly with my other hand. His cock
jerked up and down, the head extended, and then he cried out.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!!" He shot two hard streams of white against the glass, and
then spurted several more before he fell limp. "Oh, that feels so good!"

I pulled my hands up, and shoved them in his mouth. "Lick it all off, my pet."
His mouth sucked and licked the creamy dessert from my leather fingers. "Good
boy!" I unsnapped the cuffs, and pushed his face against the glass. "Now, clean
up that mess."
He fell to his knees. His tongue licked up all the cum from the glass until it was
squeaky clean.

"Okay, get dressed." I tossed him his clothes. "I think we need to mingle."

He dressed and we exited the room. That was when his humiliation was
complete. He looked up at the big screen. Our little session behind the glass was
being played to the obvious enjoyment of the club goers.

I watched as he went from denial, to anger, to acceptance in the span of a few

seconds.

The crowd clapped and cheered as we made our way back through the black
curtain. I never felt more alive.
 Masked Intentions
by William

"I suppose if it's only for one night then I guess I can bite the bullet, and do what
you ask," my husband relented. He always relents.

I always get a little excited every time he does what I want and I had a feeling
that he would be the perfect candidate for a little role reversal. But, I would have
to wait for the right time to spring this on him. Married, with kids out of the
house and in college, we were always searching for ways to alleviate boredom.

He got dressed very slowly, not sure how to put on the costume. So, I made it a
point to help him out, and also noticed that he was getting rock hard in that
flimsy little pair of black underwear that went with the French maid's outfit for
the masquerade party. With his cock rising to attention like it was, I would have
to do something to hide the bulge from anybody's prying eyes. "Let's just tape
that fucker down so you don't scare all the women at the party."

He watched from above as I took out some duct tape, and plastered his cock
down onto his thigh, making his little problem disappear altogether.

He flinched, and asked, "How are you going to get that off later?" I shrugged my
shoulders.

"I still don't know about this." He didn't try to stop me as I applied the makeup,
and shaved his beard...until he was looking a lot like a woman, and giving me
very naughty ideas. It was the perfect costume to lead him into my little plan of
introducing him to the world of Femdom.

The party was in full swing and everybody came as different characters. Nobody
really paid any attention to my husband in drag. That was probably because they
thought he was not a man at all, and really believed that he was a sexy French
maid. I could see that he was uncomfortable with the guys (and even some girls)
ogling him and it was almost a foregone conclusion that he was going to make
himself scarce, and disappear from the party.
Watching him closely, I saw him slink away in the middle of the evening and I
followed him. He was watching TV in the master bedroom with the lights off.
Before joining him in the bedroom, I pulled out my accessory to the devil
costume that I was wearing and, once I had it on, I walked right in on him, and
stood there looking at him with evil in my eyes.

"So, this is where my French maid went off to when there are guests downstairs
waiting for refills on their drinks?!" He looked over at me but his eyes didn't stay
on my face for too long. They were instead drawn to the large package that was
protruding from my waist.

"You have been a naughty maid and I think you need a spanking." Even with the
tape holding him down, I could see that his cock was flexing, and trying to pull
free. "Get that ass where I can see it." He hesitated for only a second before
getting into position, and showing me how very short his little black skirt really
was.

Going over to him, I lifted the skirt, and pulled down his panties to see that his
cock was sticking to his thigh. But, the tape was slowly giving way under the
pressure of his excitement. I started to slap his ass with the palm of my hand, and
reached over and put my other hand over his mouth so that he couldn't make any
noise, and attract any attention. I whipped him repeatedly until it left him bright
red, and then I used the strap-on around my waist to smack against his ass some
more.

"I'm sorry for not doing what I was told, Mistress. Thank you for the spanking
because I truly deserved any kind of punishment that you deem necessary." He
was starting to get into the role that I had given him and he was playing along
nicely. I wondered how long before he changed his mind...

"Hmmmm, I think I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock with that
lipstick sticking to the shaft." He turned around, and took hold of my cock
before slipping the head into his mouth, making me sigh and reach for the black
wig on his head. Holding it firmly, I began to fuck his mouth like the little slut
that he was.

"Damn, you look hot with my cock in your mouth and I think I want to take that
virgin ass for a test drive." Once he realized the implications of what I was
saying, he swallowed the head of my cock into his tight throat, before gagging
on it, and pulling it back out.

It was covered with his hot spit, and looked good enough to fuck with so I
forcefully turned him around to face the other way, with his bright red ass ready
for the taking. The most exciting part about this was that anybody could walk in
at any moment, and see what we were doing but they would have no idea that it
was my husband about to be given the ride of his life.

Holding onto his hips, I pushed the cock into his ass, and heard a muffled moan
coming from his mouth. I looked over his shoulder, and saw that he was biting
into the sheets of the mattress. With steady pressure against him, I was soon all
the way in, and then holding onto his shoulders. I really began to pound that
tight ass for all it was worth. Working back and forth, I soon saw his cock spring
free from the confines of the tape and he began shooting his load all over the bed
under him.

"Oooh, I think my bitch made a mess."

Pulling out of him, I stripped off the strap-on, and left him there in the room to
think about how the devil made him do it, and would probably make him do it
again and again.
 The Club
by Delia

"Are you sure about this, honey?" My husband Hank was standing there looking
at the costume I got him for the club that we were going to later that evening. I
had decided that I was going to go as a dominatrix, which consisted of a black
leather outfit and a black whip to go with the ensemble. Hank didn't particularly
like the fact that I wanted him to dress up like a slave with the black hood, and
wear it all evening looking like my bitch. Too bad.

"Oh, stop being such a child, and just put on the costume and get ready for the
festivities to begin. It's not like anybody will see your face and I'm sure that
everybody will get a real kick out of seeing you in practically nothing the whole
evening." He was still looking at me like he was unsure but I knew, if I pushed
the issue, he would cave in like the little bitch that he was. He was always giving
in to my demands but there was one area in our life where I hadn't yet tried out a
more dominant role, which happened to be between the sheets. "This club is very
discreet and they all wear masks so our anonymity will be protected."

We got to the club around 10:00 p.m. and I led him into the place with a leash
around his neck, the black hood affixed to his head. He was humiliated and I was
turned on. It was my idea to introduce this new aspect into our relationship and I
found out about this club through some friends who were known to frequent it
on occasion.

I could see by the look in Hank's eyes that, in addition to his embarrassment, he
was shocked to see what was going on around him. Looking around, I noticed
there were several couples in the throes of sexual activities. I walked right up to
one man sucking on a woman's black strap-on, and presented my slave for their
inspection.

The Mistress, wearing a black bra and panty set, had on a black mask, and said,
"Yeah, I'd love to have my cock sucked by two slaves."

"Well, you heard her slave. Get sucking!" This would be the moment of truth
and I would finally learn if my husband could abide by the rules, and delve into
this forbidden yet exciting part of our sexuality. His mouth went towards her
cock and, soon, he and the other guy were both licking up and down the shaft
while their two Mistresses kissed and tongued each other's mouths.

My own strap-on was attached to my waist and I soon had both of these guys
sucking back and forth between the two of us. It was enough to make my panties
soaked to the touch. While my husband was sucking up and down my cock, the
other slave was pulling my panties aside, and tongue fucking my cunt at the
same time.

"Oh shit, I'm fucking going to cum..." My legs held firm while my juice dripped
continuously into my slave's mouth. He pulled away with a satisfied air about
him. I said, "I've been itching to fuck someone and I don't see any reason to wait
any longer."

"Let me and my slave get him ready for you," the other Mistress offered. I didn't
see the harm so I allowed them to secure my husband to the chains above our
heads, and then put him into a harnessed swing, which left his legs wide open
and his ass on display. Holding onto the chains, I brought my strap-on up to his
tender asshole and, looking into his lust-filled eyes, I pushed into his hot hole,
and watched him close down around me.

"Yeah, take my dick you nasty little bitch boy." Driving my weight against his
splayed thighs, I worked each inch in slowly, wondering if he could take it all.
Over a considerable time, I was soon balls deep within him. Then, the other
Mistress pulled his head over the swing, and was soon fucking his face at the
same time that I was giving him all eight inches. I was beside myself with
pleasure but I was about to find out that it could get even better.

Somebody was behind me, and had flipped up my leather skirt from behind to
gain access. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw that the Mistress' slave was
preparing to bend me over and fuck me at the same time that I was overpowering
my husband. "Fuck me, and do it hard and rough or you will be punished." His
eyes were wild and then he put his hand on the small of my back until I was
bending over my husband while getting fucked in my tight pussy.

"Fuck her hard, slave, and do it like I taught you." It was gratifying to know that
this man behind me was being given instructions on how to please a woman and
he was doing a fine job of following her directions to the letter. "Yes, yes,
yes.....YESSSSSSSS." My husband's cock went off, and shot into the air as the
applause around us got my attention. I saw that we had garnered quite an
audience. Squeezing down on the man meat inside me, I felt the cock swell, and
then he pulled out, and came on the floor at my feet.

Our first foray into this lifestyle went very well and my husband said in a
whisper, "Delia, that was fucking nasty and wild and I can't wait for you to get
me into the same position again!"

Not to worry. I would.

 Under the Table
by Tom

I had been married to Jenny for just a few months and, already, the bloom was
off the rose. We were only having sex once a week and it was starting to feel
more like a chore than a pleasure. Jenny suggested we start stepping out, and
doing new things. I thought that was a good idea but I didn't know what she
really had in mind...

It had been another long day at work and I didn't relish the idea of going home to
my wife of just three months. Oh, I loved her, but it was the sex that was keeping
us apart, figuratively-speaking if you would. She is so beautiful. Long, straight,
sun-bleached blonde hair, and legs that go up to here, but that was the good part.

It was the fact that she worked out like a gym rat that bugged me. I mean, she
was ripped. Muscles bulging from her arms, thighs like blocks of ice, and a six-
pack stomach. Come on, what girl has a six-pack for goodness sake? But, back
to the sex. Her pussy was so tight these days that I didn't last more than 30
seconds. She was tight, wet, gripping...fuck. Just thinking about it, I was getting
a hard-on before I even reached home.

My cell phone went off. I looked at the number, and frowned. What does she
want now? I lifted the phone, and hit talk. "Yes, honey, I'll be home in ten
minutes. Traffic has been a bitch and that new client is a fucking moron."

"Are you finished?" She asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Because, if you
are, then listen to me carefully. I am at the X-club. I want you to turn around,
and meet me there. I have a table reserved."

"Um, okay, I guess I can do that." I swiftly turned the wheel with one hand, and
pulled a u-turn in the middle of the street. I could hear the tires squealing as I
jumped the curb. "Mind telling me what this is all about?"

"Just get here quickly, I'm waiting," she said. "And, you know how I hate to be
kept waiting."
"Yes, I most certainly do." I gripped the steering wheel as I rushed through the
intersections at breakneck speed. "Don't start without me. I'm coming."

"Oh, don't worry, you will be coming." She ended the call just like that.

Hmm, what did she mean by that comment? I could only arch my eyebrows in a
questioning look.

I jammed on the breaks in front of the X-club. I jumped out, locked the doors,
and rushed to the entrance.

There was a burly man guarding the door. "Do you have a reservation?" He was
gruff, and eyed my black suit with obvious distaste.

"My wife, Jenny, made the reservation," I stammered out. "I would assume her
name is on the list."

The guy flipped open a clipboard, and scanned down the page using his finger.
"Ah, yes, you must mean Lady Jennifer. Go right in." He opened the door, and
let me pass.

Again, very strange. Why was Jenny going by Lady Jennifer? I walked into the
dimly lit club, an odd mix of jazz and techno was playing, the room enveloped in
a hazy smoke.

"Over here, Thomas!" My wife waved from across the room.

It took me a moment to make my way through the crowd. I came out at this large
dining room table with a long, white tablecloth. All the seats were taken. I didn't
understand where I would be sitting.

The room got quiet.

"Okay, Thomas, here's the thing. I am tired of doing all the work in this
relationship." She pointed under the tablecloth. "Now, get under there with the
others, and make me happy."

I hesitated briefly, not sure if she was serious or not. She was. "Alright, Jenny."

She laughed, and said, "It's Lady Jennifer." I watched as she sipped some red
wine while I got down on my knees to crawl under the table. "And, I believe this
is going to save our marriage."

I saw two other men and three women under the table. I gasped. They were all
naked with collars on and they were performing oral sex on their partners...at
least I hoped they were their partners.

"Okay, Thomas," I heard Lady Jennifer through the table. "Take off all your
clothes. If you don't, I'll have to assume you no longer want to be my husband."

I wanted her to be my wife. I was still madly in love with her. I undid my tie,
kicked off my shoes, and rolled down my socks. Next, I unbuttoned my shirt,
shrugged it off, then snapped open the buttons to my pants. I took a deep breath,
rolled onto my back, and took my pants and underwear off in one motion. I was
now naked. That was when I saw Lady Jennifer uncross her legs. Her bare pussy
was out for all to see.

"Alright, Thomas, get down between my legs, and get to work." She spread her
legs, and hunched forward. "I want to have an orgasm before the appetizers
arrive."

I put my face up to her hot, moist pussy lips, and began licking. She tasted
fantastic, but she always did, a mixture of vanilla and honey. I slipped my
tongue up over her clit, and tugged it with my teeth, just how she liked it.

"Oh, yes, Thomas, you do know how to please with that naughty tongue of
yours." She pulled my head forward. "Too bad you can't perform so well with
your cock. I can't believe you can't last longer than 30 seconds."

I knew she was talking to the guests but the humiliation caused my cock to
harden. I was getting excited.

"Oh fuck, Thomas," she moaned. "Keep sucking and biting my clit like that. Oh,
yes, I'm gonna cum." She arched up, stifled a scream in what must have been a
napkin, and then relaxed. "Good boy, Thomas. Now, grip that useless cock of
yours, and stroke it. I want you to cum in this." She handed down a small shot
glass.

I couldn't help it. I began jerking off, the sensation of having to cum became
stronger, until I was stroking faster. In the position I was in on my hands and
knees, essentially I was milking myself. I tensed up, positioned the shot glass,
and shot the biggest load of cum into it.

"Now, drink it down!" She ordered. Everyone could hear her.

I did what I was told. I tipped the glass back against my lips, and swallowed
three thick mouthfuls of my sweet, tarty cum.

I knew at that moment that I was to be my wife's submissive. I couldn't wait to

find out what came next.
 Other Femdom Books From Nika Bella Dea

BIZARRE FEMDOM FETISHES: Explore the Forbidden World of

Fetishists – Volume 1 of The Paraphilia Series

Featured Fetish Stories:

Kurt's Suckling Fetish (Lactophilia)

M. Annie Quinn Gets a Life (Agalmatophilia)
Powder on My Bottom (Diaperism, Autonepiophilia, Paraphilic Infantilism)
I Feel Pretty (Transvestic Fetishism)
A Surprise Inside (Katoptronophilia, Biastophilia)
Big Girl Craves Small Man (Microphilia)
Watch and Weep (Troilism, Cuckolding)
She Put Her Left Foot Out (Podophilia)
Just a Peek (Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Gerontophilia, CBT, Cock & Ball
Torture)
Do You Want Cream with Your Coffee? (Lactaphilia, Tithiolagnia)
Role Reversal (Masochism, Serviphilia, Altocalciphilia, Eonism,
Transvestic Fetishism)
Raked Across the Genitals (Amychesiphilia)
Water Makes Me Wet (Aquaphilia, Acousticophilia, Hydrophilia)
Tickle Me Edmond (Knismolagnia)
Sex with a Sphynx (Acomoclitic)
 When Mistress Has a a Bad Day... (Urethral Sounding, Erotic
Electrostimulation, e-Stim, Electrophilia, Sadism, Masochism, Serviphilia)
Degrading Jake (Asthenolagnia)
One Big Pain in the Ass (Sadism, Algophilia)
Pain Management (Sadism, Masochism, Electrophilia, Erotic
Electrostimulation, e-Stim)
Coochy Coochy Coo! (Paraphilic Infantilism, Diaperism, Autonepiophilia,
Klismaphilia)
Dark Stimulation (Amaurophilia)
I Serve Many Mistresses in this Gynocracy (Serviphilia, Amaurophilia)
Face of a Clown (Coulrophilia)
Take Me Out AT the Ballgame (Agoraphilia, Exhibitionism)
Self Punishment (Auto Flagellation, Masochism)
Feelin' Slick! (Rubberist, Latex and PVC Fetishism)
Loved and Locked at Splendid River Retirement Home (Gerontophilia,
Sadism, Masochism, Serviphilia, CBT)
And a Virgin Shall Be Your Reward (Stupprator, Parthenophilia)
Neighborhood Peep Show (Apodysophilia, Cuckholding, Troilism)

EXCERPT FROM:

BIZARRE FEMDOM FETISHES: Explore the Forbidden World of

Fetishists – Volume 1 of The Paraphilia Series

Kurt's Suckling Fetish (Lactophilia)

by Karina

A few months after our second (and last) child was born, I was having sex with
my husband one night and he asked if he could drink my milk. I was still nursing
and, while the request seemed a bit odd at the time, I was never one to shy away
from weird stuff in bed. I said sure. Little did I know that request would result in
me lactating for many more years to come (I still do) - including long after
weaning our youngest child.

That first night, my husband latched on and it only took him a few minutes, with
some instruction from me, to start the milk flowing. I was lying on my back with
my head on the pillow and he was lying with his head in the crook of my arm,
his mouth around my nipple, my breast positioned outward toward him.
Breastfeeding was never more than a caregiving effort on my part with the
children. I've heard weird stories about women getting sexually aroused when
their babies nursed but that never happened to me.

In bed with my husband, it was strange at first but, when his suckling started
becoming part of our sexual ritual, things changed pretty dramatically for both of
us.

Kurt has always been pretty passive and submissive. He doesn't talk much; never
gets into arguments if he can help it. I'm pretty calm, too, but somebody has to
rule the roost and that's always been me. Kurt wants me to handle the finances
and the children. He earns a good living and I am a stay-at-home mom, content
to run the household. I cook, I clean, I nurture.

The next time we had sex after that first night, Kurt again asked if he could have
some milk but he now called it "his milk." He said, "Can I have my milk now?" I
once again lay on my back and he put his head in the crook of my arm. When
my milk came down, he gulped eagerly, and made happy sounds, just like a
baby. While he was drinking, he used his other hand to fondle my other breast,
which got me excited. These suckling sessions escalated to him sucking hard and
fast while I was on top, fucking him. He would lean forward, and latch on just as
he started to cum, which seemed to make his orgasms stronger. That's when we
started having sex almost every night (and still do).

A few months later, I'd weaned the baby but Kurt kept my milk supply going,
now nursing first thing in the morning, behind our closed bedroom door right
when he got home from work each day, and several times at night, even while I
tried to sleep. I started sleeping nude so he wouldn't have to navigate my
nightgown in the middle of the night. Of course, that led to even more frequent
sex.

I'm embarrassed to admit that sometimes he would even come home at lunch to
get "his milk." He was pretty addicted to it. It was our secret, which made it even
more exciting for both of us.

Strangely, the more he seemed to "need" to suckle my breasts, the more I

enjoyed it. I loved having him depend on me for his physical, sexual, and
nurturing needs all in one and he was absolutely devoted to me (still is).

Our bedroom suckling progressed further. Kurt started asking for his milk when
we were out on our weekly dates together. I admit I found it excited to pull down
my blouse and bra inside the car while sitting in a crowded parking lot so Kurt
could start sucking my tits...

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Downsizing
by Liam

Grant knew there was going to be trouble and that at least one of the suits
gathered in the corridor was going to get the push. Maybe even two. Shit… he
thought. Might even be me. Three suits had already preceded him into the
boardroom, closing the doors behind them...and none of them had emerged.

Not really surprising. There were three ways into–or out of–that room. One door
at either end of the long room, and the double doors right in front of him. Grant
guessed the poor saps had been ushered out the side door.

Probably to keep them from blabbing to us, or crying about their redundancy.
He glanced along the corridor at his tense colleagues, and received a few
nervous glances back.

Everyone’s shitting bricks.

At that moment, one of the double doors swung open and Cassidy, the CEO’s
uber-stern secretary, stuck her head out into the corridor.

“Mister Grant,” she called. He stiffened. Every eye was on him as he walked
slowly toward the boardroom like a condemned man heading for the gallows.
But, he knew they weren’t worried for him. They were far too busy fretting
about their own jobs.

Cassidy stepped aside to let him in, and then pushed the door closed firmly
behind him. Before he’d had a chance to draw a breath, she began with what he
felt was a well-rehearsed and distinctly ‘bad-news’ speech.

“As you know, Mister Grant, the board has decided that the company is long
overdue for a down-size.”

Oh, shit…here it comes. He sighed as she leaned her tight skirt against the edge
of the table. Her open jacket swung back, revealing an amply-filled white
blouse. At 32, Cassidy had drawn the gaze of every male on the sixth floor, and
earned the envy of every woman. Blonde, statuesque, and graceful, she had
become a fantasy figure for many...until her cold, hard manner had been
unleashed in the name of the CEO. Grant blinked, tearing his eyes from her
figure, and tried to concentrate on the issue at hand—his job.

“I have called you in here as part of a selection process in order to determine,

quite simply, who is to stay and who is to go.”

Grant peered at Cassidy, sensing a stay of execution. They haven’t decided?

“I would like to hear from you the reasons why you ought to be considered as
part of the continued workforce for this floor.”

“I…um…” Grant began, searching for the right words. Cassidy picked up a
spiral notepad, and began to write.

“Interesting start, Mister Grant.” She peered at him. “It speaks volumes about
your commitment to the company.”

Oh, shit! “My portfolio…” he began. “It will confirm that I am a valuable asset
to the company.” Better! “I have consistently exceeded my set targets, and
brought much-needed value to the stocks.”

Cassidy wrote for a moment, and then sighed. “All very commendable, Mister
Grant.” She laid the pad down on the impressive table, and folded her arms.
“But, it tells me nothing about you. What are you prepared to do in order to
remain part of this team?”

“I…will endeavor to increase my assets.” Grant thought furiously. “I will offer

to work for longer...”

“That’s not what I meant, Mister Grant.”

“I don’t under...”

“Perhaps a demonstration would make the question clearer.” Cassidy fixed him
with a cold gaze. She twirled the pen for a moment, then jammed it between her
full red lips. “Kneel on the carpet, right where you’re standing.”

“I…”

“Do you wish to be placed at the bottom of the list, like Mister Bayford?”

“Adam?” Grant gaped. “Adam’s at the bottom?”

Cassidy shrugged. “He refused to follow simple instructions. If an employee

can’t perform the most simple of tasks, then of what value is he?”

This is fucking weird. Grant sank to his knees, bringing a nod of approval from
Cassidy.

“Better.” She slipped off her heels, and walked silently up to Grant. “Now, if
you would, please kiss my feet.” Grant stared at her for a long moment, then
slowly lowered himself before her. He planted his lips on her right foot, and then
her left, lingering to avoid any accusations of a half-completed task.

“And, now my calves, Mister Grant,” she said, before he could rise.
For fuck’s sake! Grant trailed kisses up Cassidy’s slim left calf until he reached
her knee. Then, he returned to her right foot, and repeated the action until he
reached her right knee. His forehead brushed against her dark skirt as he hovered
there, awaiting her next demeaning instruction.

“My thigh, if you please.” The hem disappeared from his view, drawn slowly
upwards by Cassidy’s pale fingers.

Grant blinked, trying not to show his surprise. As ordered, and with less
reluctance this time, he began to trail a series of kisses up Cassidy’s pale right
thigh. She turned slightly so that his path led him around to the back of her thigh.
Then, he hit skirt again.

“One moment, please,” Cassidy sighed. She unzipped the skirt, unwrapped it
from her waist, and dropped it onto the table.

“Proceed.” Grant continued kissing, and quickly found himself planting his lips
on her trim right buttock which, because of the narrow red thong she was
wearing, was left mostly exposed. He paused as he got up to the hem of her
white blouse.

“Just continue around there for a moment,” Cassidy said casually. “I need to
make some notes.”

Grant needed no prompting. He continued to kiss her cheek for a few more
moments, savoring the feel of her soft skin on his lips. Then, he crossed over to
her left cheek. Cassidy immediately grabbed his hair, and slapped the back of his
head with her notebook.

“Mister Grant, would you say that you find it difficult to follow simple
instructions?”

“Ow…no!” Grant gasped. She pushed him back toward her right buttock, then
rattled his head for good measure. Grant knew better that to argue with her
because that might put him on a level pegging with Adam Bayford–potential ex-
employee.

He planted another half-dozen kisses on Cassidy’s ass before she tugged him
away by the hair.
“Well, you’ve proven to me that you can do as you’re told, for the most part.”
She threw him a half-smile. “Now, I’d really like to see what you’re made of.
Please stand.”

“What I’m made of?” Grant echoed.

“Unless you no longer wish to work for this company…” Cassidy left the threat
unfinished.

Grant sighed. “Of course I do, Ma'am. What do you need from me?”

Cassidy handed Grant an empty water glass from the conference table. “I require
you to cover the bottom of this glass with your semen, Mister Grant.”

Grant simply stared at Cassidy. She held his gaze for a long moment before she
shrugged, and returned the glass to the table.

“Such a disappointment,” she muttered, appending several lines to her notepad.

“And, I had heard that you have real spunk. “ She flicked her pen in the direction
of the door. “You should leave now. Will you require any boxes?”

Boxes? For clearing out my desk–fuck!

“Of course, I could accept that your reluctance to perform may be caused by the
less than cozy surroundings,” Cassidy said quietly. She placed the notebook on
the table, then slowly unbuttoned her white blouse.

“Perhaps I can improve the conditions for you.” Grant stared as she pulled her
blouse open, revealing her ample breasts, held in check by a pale silk bra.

“Uh…” Grant managed. She raised an eyebrow, then dropped her gaze to
Grant’s crotch, which had begun to swell.

“And, perhaps this might help…” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of
her red thong, and pulled it down over her hips, wiggling as she did so. Grant
stared at Cassidy as her neatly-trimmed pussy appeared. He froze as his cock
stiffened.

“Ready now, Mister Grant? Or, should I just get dressed, and call Human
Resources?”
“Uh…no,” Grant managed. He reached for his zipper. Cassidy dropped the
thong to her ankles, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her large breasts
swung free of the bra, leaving Grant trembling. It took him seconds to pull out
his cock. With his gaze alternating between Cassidy’s breasts and her pussy, he
began to stroke himself, squeezing his cock until it was bone-hard.

Kicking the thong to one side, Cassidy shuffled her feet further apart...

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About Nika Bella Dea
The Receptionist Lands a Shareholder
I Know My Place
Champagne, Skiing and Spankings
The Proposal
My Exciting New Life
She Likes Staying Wet
The Last Act Of A Dom Wife
Loving Every Second of This Life
Exciting Retirement
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Librarians are NOT Boring!
Curiosity...
A Change of Times
Command Performance
In the Home
In the Office
Reigning Supreme
The Professor
The Contract
Vegas Bound
Toying with Pleasure
A Secret Fantasy Finally Fulfilled
A Little Leather
The Dressing Room
Subtle Beginnings
A Walk in the Park
Acknowledging Real Power
Testing the Waters
Under the Covers
Turning the Tables
Bring on the Leather
Club Manners
Masked Intentions
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