I left you a note posted at the door stating: "Strip down naked and meet me in our back room." From the back room, I could hear you laugh as you read it, but I smiled and hoped you would comply. I heard you, first removing your shoes and letting them drop loudly on the floor. The ensuing silence made me think that you might be taunting me, but I let out a sigh as I heard you mumble something about your pants. I heard your foot steps coming closer to the door. As I watched the doorknob turn, the door opened slowly and soundlessly. I looked toward the door while staying in the shadows of the dark room. As you entered, I flipped a switch lighting the fire in the room.

Seeing you standing there with the glow of the fire gleaming off your skin, I let out a small sigh of pleasure at your nearness. I stepped out from the shadows letting you see me fully. I wore my collar and a cup-less nightie, pasties covering my nipples from your view. My nightie extended only to my waist, leaving my black panties in full view. I returned your smile as your eyes ran over my outfit. I had my hair pulled up in a french twist with only a couple of loose curls flowing around my face. I moved to you and said:

"Honey, you have dominated me and I have liked it. I will not be the same to you as you were to me. This experience will be different."

I ran my fingers along your body, from your waist upward and slowly around your chest. My eyes took in your stature as you allowed me to study your body closely. My fingers reached your shoulders, and I came face to face with you:

"I shall begin now."

I took your hand in mine and led you to the far end of the room, letting you see my excitement to pleasure you differently. The walls of our back room were cinder blocks, unpainted and cold. I moved you to stand against one of them. I lowered the rope from above your head and tied your hands in firmly. I gave each of your hands a light kiss before I pulled on the other end of the rope and watched your arms slowly being raised above your head. I kept my eyes locked on your face as I made myself inaccessible to your masculine, normally tender hands.

I bit my bottom lip nervously and tied off the rope slowly, making sure it would hold you as you struggled against my taunting. You shivered and struggled as your back touched the cold, hard wall. I smiled, concealing the pleasure I derived from your slight displeasure. I moved close to you again, looking into your eyes, letting you read my gaze to see how much I loved you. I kept my features soft, so you would know I was only going to pleasure you. Your manly scent was so arousing as I stood close to you.

I kept within inches of you as I reached up and checked the bonds on your hands, making sure that they were secure. My breasts rubbed teasingly across your chest as I extended, and I smiled at you as I whispered,

"Did you like the feel of my breasts?"

You groaned an incoherent response before I went on.

"Oh, that's right. You can't see my nipples and how delicious they look. You will have to earn that."

I knelt down and clasped your ankles slightly apart, further restricting your motion. I stood up and looked at you:

"I think I'll let you get used to this before moving forward."

I left you alone for a couple minutes to let you grow used to the restraints. I sat and watched in full view of your eyes, assuring you that you would go through nothing without me. When you had adjusted to being restrained, I came over to you with my hands behind my back and looked at you with a wry smile:

"I wish to pleasure you and drive you wild until you want me more than you've ever wanted anything. I do not wish to be a dominatrix but just a pleasure partner."

I showed you the hand that held a silk feather from earlier. I smiled as you felt a tickle begin at your ankle, revealing that I have brought another one. I glided both feathers over your legs slowly, letting you feel their silky softness. I raised them over your thighs and hips, enjoying your efforts to hold still despite the slight tickles and growing pleasure. I dragged them over your chest slowly, skipping your manhood on purpose. I let them glide over your neck lightly, then over your face. I smiled and stepped back to look over your body once again.

As I returned the feather to your inner thighs, I let it graze over your balls lightly, watching them tense with pleasure. I bit my bottom lip as I grew aroused from watching your reactions. I withdrew again, letting you relish the sensations I have given you.

When I stepped back toward you, I held a mirror in front of you. You smiled in confusion, not quite understanding what I was going to use it for. I open my other hand, revealing a bright red stick of lipstick in it. I held the mirror and let you watch as I applied the lipstick to my plump soft lips.

"I wish to mark your body with proof that I have caressed you all over," I said with a soft expression.

I knelt before you as I began to kiss both your feet, leaving my lips' marking on both. I moved up your legs, kissing at sensitive areas where I wished to leave a mark of my affection. I traced up your inner thighs, stopping as I neared your manhood. Looking up at you with a playful smile, I kissed your tightening balls lightly, placing a bright smear of lipstick on them. I moved around your groin, feeling your body tense from the sensation of my lips caressing your skin. I shifted up your abs and over your chest, leaving little marks all along the way. I kissed your neck softly, letting my lips enjoy the sensitive spots on both its sides. I let out a small moan of pleasure as I felt you shudder from my tender caresses. I planted a kiss on both your cheeks before stepping back and admiring my handiwork -- your body covered with the residue of my soft lips. I paused again, allowing you to savor the pleasure you felt and to let it drive you wild.

I smiled as I watched you and took pleasure in the face that you had not yet stopped me from teasing you. My hands behind my back, I took a step toward you again. I told you to close your eyes and tied a blindfold around them.

"I will remove this in one moment."

I let you hear me as I shuffled with some objects near you. You suddenly felt my warm hands around the tip of your aroused manhood, pushing something over the tip, causing pleasure as you felt its tightness. As it went down your shaft to rest at the base, it squeezed slightly around your thick shaft. My hands worked diligently around the bottom of your shaft. I stroked you while you became aware of another movement between the base of your shaft and your tightening balls. All of a sudden you heard a small humming sound and felt intense vibrations at that sensitive point. I let out a sigh, finally getting to see your body tense and release. I watched your massively hard manhood throb with pleasure from the sensation. Licking your nipples lightly, I left a trail of moisture on them with my little wet textured tongue.

"I hope you like this taunting my love."

I stepped back and admired you as you stood there, feeling the intense vibrations from the cock ring with vibrating bullet.

"I will let you feel more intensity now," I said, and with that I turned up the remote to the maximum setting. I wanted you to feel the full intensity, and I wanted to touch you so badly now, to pleasure you even more.

Somehow, I held back. I withdrew again, watching your body as I alternated between high and low settings on the vibrating cock ring. My own pleasure grew as I stood close to you and said:

"You are not allowed to cum until later, my love."

I turned down the vibrations to a low setting and moved around you again. I once again brought the feathers over your body, letting you feel them caressing your skin, as the cock ring pleasured your manhood. I looked down at your swollen shaft, your cock tip almost purple with intense arousal. I licked my lips as I bent over, tasting a drop of your precum.

"I love your enjoyment juice very much, my love."

With those words, I prepared to taunt you one final time. Still blindfolded, you felt something around your thick, throbbing mushroom tip, something utterly unfamiliar to you. It was warm and moist as it slid down your shaft, almost like my tenacious pussy. As you felt it sliding up and down your massively aroused member, I leaned into you and kissed your neck lightly. I sucked on your skin and moaned softly into your ear as I pleasured you even more. When I felt you swelling with pleasure, I took off your blindfold and let you view everything I was doing to you. You saw the silicone pussy I was using to taunt your swollen manhood and the vibrating cock ring. I smirked at you as I took away the silicone pussy:

"I think if I do anymore, it might push you over the edge, my love."

Stepping away once again, I turned the vibrating cock ring on high. I reached to the rope and let your hands down slowly, then freed them from the bindings while you gave in to the intense vibration around your thick cock base and balls. As I knelt to remove your ankle clasps, I looked up at your throbbing member for a moment. I stood up before you as your equal again.

"My love, how badly do you wish to ravish me?"

I stared at you waiting for your reaction, my heart racing, not quite knowing what your response would be to my seductive, taunting ways. My body was still flush with arousal from observing your body undergoing all my taunting. My posture gradually took on the appearance of your sweet innocent lover once again. Looking into your eyes that flashed with fires of passion, I whispered:

"I am yours."

I rubbed my finger over the pasties that covered my nipples, and swayed slightly from my intense feelings as I awaited your response.

There had been good-natured teasing and escalation of tension between them as the relationship ripened. He had asked her what percentage of her sexual satisfaction was ‘solo’ and she replied ‘about a third.’ Another time he had commented to her that she was the best fantasy lover he had ever had. She grinned and responded, “Well, in mine your not just good, you’re damn good!”

They met for coffee or lunch every now and then. Sometimes he would bring her a little something that suggested sensuality or sexuality between them even though they had never even kissed during the seven years of the relationship.

For her birthday he brought a slim satin ribbon with tiny loops along both edges very much like the straps of her bra that he had seen peeking out from under her blouse more than once. He wrapped it twice around her wrist and tied it in a shoestring bow. In his hand he help a spool of lavender organdy ribbon nine feet long. "This is to wrap around both our thighs as we lay leg to leg, head to foot so we can't reach each other but are bound together as we pleasure ourselves."

"I appreciate the paradox," she breathed at him.

One Valentine's Day he had given her a sleep mask, a blindfold really and a handwritten card that read:

Wear this artificial night
While in solo flight
Enroute to ecstasy

Lack of sight
Fuels each fantasy
Making it burn bright

Here's hoping you'll
Take me under there
with you…often."

Only a few days later he asked her if she had tried it out and she responded, "Ohoooo, yes!" He imagined her in a private place, home alone, sitting spread-legged on the bed with the sleep mask over her eyes. A small cry issued from her as she found the center of her pleasure. Then she slowly moved her being higher and higher with each stroke of her spread fingers. Her breath came faster and faster and turned to gasps and then a single long plaintive moan as she came.

Another time he handed her a lavender rose and said he wanted to make a special request to go with it. "What's that," she asked innocently.

"When a dozen or so petals have fallen from the rose and you are home alone, spread them on your bed. Pour two sips of wine in a stem glass and put it on the nightstand. Then dress in just thigh highs and heels. Pluck four more petals from the wilting rose and tuck each one partially into your own love rose. Stand in front of the mirror and admire yourself and know that I do too, that in spirit at least, I am there with you. Put on a robe and move close to the bed. Take a sip of wine and imagine that I am standing behind you. I reach around, untie the sash and slowly remove your robe. Remember how you told me you had fantasized about me undressing you?"

"Yes," she said in a quivering voice.

"Then imagine me sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard, my legs spread wide. You come onto the bed, sit between my legs facing away from me and lie back against my chest. My hand slips down your belly and finds your love bud. I stroke it and it swells, yearning for more. I feel your hips undulate and there is more pressure against my chest as you become more excited. Your legs are taught and you begin to groan. Your hands go to the bed and you are pushing yourself into the pleasure. You gaze at my hand, the relentless fingers driving you higher and higher until a gasping moan announces your first orgasm. Minutes later I pluck one of the petals from your lower lips and drop it in the wine glass."

"My God!" she groaned at him across the table where the rose lay, flanked by their coffee cups.

"Then we move to the foot of the bed," he continued. "You lie back with just your lower legs dangling over the edge. I push your legs apart as I kneel on the floor and very so gently kiss and tongue your flowered lips, not wanting to disturb the petals just yet. I move my lips to your pleasure bud and suck it into my mouth. Gripping it just with my lips, I flick my tongue across it until you moan and pull away gasping, "Aggghh! No more. Can't stand it." When your breathing eases I pick a petal from you with my lips and add it to the wineglass.

She appeared stunned sitting in the coffee place with him. Her mouth started to move twice but no sound came out.

He pointed his right index finger to the sky just in front of his face, his eyes locked on hers. "Then I ask you to masturbate for me. You know how to do that. You do, inhaling your shriek. And another petal goes into the glass."

Finally I lie back on the bed inviting you to impale yourself on my hard rod. You do and begin the delicious bucking that will cause your fourth climax. Your hand goes to your slit and plucks out the last petal. You place it on my lips. Pumping frantically you go over the top screaming, 'Aaaaaah!" and land your lips on mine for our first kiss as my juice spurts into you.

"Will you do that for me before you dispose of the rose?" he asked.

"Such a sensuous devil! You've made me wet just listening to you. I hope my dress isn't wet when I get up."

"I hope it is and all the guys can smell it and envy the hell out of me because I am with the most beautiful woman in the world and she's wet for me," he said grinning.

She shook her head, her lips pursed attempting to deny the intensity of the moment. Then her shoulders sagged and she bent forward toward him, her lips quivering, wanting to say the words she had formed in her mind. He sat transfixed knowing that he loved every millimeter of her---bone, skin, blood, muscle and whatever else was her.

On this day he said to her, "You ready for a little dog collar dee ess?"

She cocked her head and smiled slightly. "I don't know. The stuff you come up with is incredible. I'm almost afraid. What is dog collar dee ess?"

"Well, a dog collar is used to signify the dee ess. That's a small s and it stands for submissive. The other person is the capital D and that stands for dominator. It's carrying on the same kind of thing we did with the ribbons on your birthday. I didn't explain it then but when you let me tie the ribbon around your wrist you became the ess and were literally and figuratively 'bound' to do as I directed. You have wrapped the lavender ribbon around your thigh before you masturbated while fantasizing about me, haven't you?" he concluded.

"Well, I…aaaaah…sort of," she replied.

"Sort of like…? he asked.

She pursed her lips and let out a long sigh. "Okay, I tied my ankles together and bent my knees as far as I could which opened my thighs."

"And…?" he asked anxiously

"You had also tied my hands behind my back and were raping me with your tongue," she added almost furiously.

"That's very vivid and creative. I like it," he grinned at her.

"Well, you asked," she replied almost defensively.

"So I did. The dee ess can be reciprocal if you like," he said, steering the conversation where he wanted it to go.

"Explain that," she said flatly with an edge of suspicion in her tone.

"Sure. I put the dog collar around your wrist and you are bound to do exactly as I say. When you do, I unbuckle it and hand it to you. You put it around my wrist and then I am bound to do whatever you say," he replied.

"I see," she said, her eyes narrowing and a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "Whatever I say, huh?"

"Yep, as long as it's doable," he commented.

"Who goes first?" she queried.

"Well, I know exactly what I want of you so why don't you go first. It'll give you time to think about what you will direct me to do," he suggested.

"I already know too," she countered.

"Really?" he smiled.

She returned his smile and slowly extended her hand toward him. He had brought a slim leather dog collar sixteen inches in length…slid it down the left leg of his pants just before he walked out his door to meet her. He drew it out, doubled it around her wrist and buckled it snug. "I think it would be a real kick to sit here in public talking to you knowing your hips were bare under your dress. Go to the ladies room, take off your panties, press them into a wad in the palm of your hand, come back here to me and drop them in your purse," he directed

"If I do that my dildo will come out," she said evenly as she locked her eyes on his. She savored the look that covered his face. This time it was his mouth that moved but no sound came out. Finally she filled the awkward silence by saying, "You're not the only kinky, sensuous person at this table."

"Ahhhh…I guess not. How long….did you…hum," he stuttered.

"You seem to be having some trouble forming complete questions," she laughed. "How does it feel? Jeez, how many times have you done that to me? I love it!"

His mouth was open and his hands were in front of him palms up in a gesture of question and exasperation. She leaned toward him, her fingers interlaced beside her face, elbows on the table. "Every time, since the very beginning when we met for coffee or lunch. Are you shocked?" she grinned. "What is your wish, sir. No panties and no dildo or panties to hold the dildo in place?" She tossed her head and caused her hair to spring in the soft light of the umbrella-shaded table where they sat.

"Damn!" was all he said. She held her dog-collared wrist out to him. He unbuckled it and handed it to her.

"Remember that day when we parted after lunch and you said you would go home and masturbate while you fantasized of me!" she almost whispered at him.

"Yes," he admitted.

"And I had appointments all afternoon and you had nothing but pleasure ahead of you," she accused.

"Yes," he again said.

"Well, today it's going to be different," she said firmly. She buckled the collar snuggly around his wrist. Then she sat silent for more than a minute, shifting her position in her chair a couple of times. It made him acutely aware that she was finding at least mild pleasure sliding around inside her wraparound dress. Her lips pruned as she tried to hold back a smile. "Go to the men's room and wrap the collar around your sack. Pull it down tight. Then come to me and I will tell you what to do." He did as she said and had the beginnings of an erection as he gingerly sat in the chair across the table from her.

"How's that for paradox? I am sitting here full of what I want to be you and you're constrained and constricted," she said arching her eyebrows and smiling. "Since you're wearing the collar I am in control here, right?" she continued.

"I suppose," he replied.

"Good, I'll follow you to your place. I want to watch you masturbate," she said brightly.

"You're kidding!" he said.

"You were going to do it again anyway, right? I've fantasized us doing that together many times. I figure this is my chance since I have the 'upper hand' so to speak," she grinned, enjoying her own pun.

"Then you're going to too," he asked with a wry smile.

"All I have to do is pull up my dress and slip my fingers inside my panties. I'm ready. Are you?'

"Aaaah, waaah, yes, I guess," he sputtered.

She was really into playing the dominant by the time they arrived at his home. "Go into the bedroom, take off all your clothes but leave the strap on. When I hear you moan I will join you. Meanwhile I'll be pleasuring myself right here," she said as she sat demurely on the love seat pulling the hem of her dress up to mid thigh. She trashed the mood momentarily when she spread her legs wide, lay back in the love seat and plopped her hand between her thighs, exposing just a bit of the double-dark elastic tops of her stockings.

"What ever you wish, my love," he replied.

He heard her screech twice before he was able to build a full erection. It both helped and inhibited him to know she was nearby pleasuring herself while waiting for him to summon her with a groan expressing his own pleasure.

When he did she joined him quickly. She was carrying two pairs of handcuffs. She tossed them on the bed, gazed admiringly at his stiff, shiny cock and breathed, "Oooooh yesss," as she settled onto the foot of the bed. Holding her dress up with her left hand she began stroking herself with her right. Staring at his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft, in a matter of seconds she announced her orgasm with "Eeeeew, Aaaaaah!"

"Don't come. Don't come!" she implored as she pulled up the hem of her dress and knee walked onto the bed until her left knee touched his hip. He was in perfect control of his heavy, swollen member---his cock was fully defined and waiting to be received. She clamped one set of cuffs to each of his wrists and then clicked the matching cuff to each of her wrists. They were bound right hand to left hand and left to right. Lightly she drew her nails across the taught skin of his scrotum nearly causing him to come. "God I want that in me," she moaned.

"Told ja before uuuuh, come to me unmarried and willing to be my wife," he groaned at her, nearly choking on his words.

"I can't. I can't," she wailed.

"Nooo, you won't!" he countered. "You have the power of choice," he hissed at her.

She yanked at the belt tie that held her dress closed. Drawing his left hand under her dress and into her wet lips she gurgled as she stripped the wrap-around dress off her body. She was not wearing a bra; her small, firm, perky breasts needed no support. Pushing his steel-bound left arm between her legs she forced his fingers to begin penetrating her wet lips. “Finger fuck meee.” she hissed. “Harder, more, touch my womb,” she gasped. Again she was gloriously orgasmic as she stroked her clit and he pushed his fingers to the firm flesh of her womb.

Then the vixen dressed only in stockings pushed his thighs apart and knelt between them. She grasp his wrists and rocked forward pushing them to the bed outside his hips. "Let me do this," she hissed, her eyes burning into his. Dropping her head she took his burgeoning cock in her mouth and moved her lips up and down him until he screamed. After he was still for a few seconds she tongued the underside of his still hard penis head and caused him to gasp and eject the last of his juice in a second orgasm.

She kept him in her mouth until he was half faded and then rocked back onto her heels. Smiling, she flapped her arms causing the steel cuff chains to sing and said, "Not bad for a middle-aged married lady, huh?"

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"No, no, no! This will not do!" Mistress Irene snapped, surveying the wreckage that had been her favorite lamp. She and her loyal slave, whom she merely called Pet, had been playing a vigorous game of fetch, with him scampering around the room after a soft rubber dog bone. She had enjoyed watching him hurry back and forth every time she set the bone free with a snap of her wrist. Then, his shoulder had bumped the end table, and her most precious lamp had come crashing down.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress! I didn't mean to break it!" Pet whined as he cowered before her, low on his knees, head bowed guiltily. His thick blonde hair hid his face, and his lean, muscular body trembled in fear of her anger. Mistress Irene, however, trembled out of rage. Her red mane tumbled around her shoulders in wild waves, and her face was flushed almost as bright a shade of red with frustration and anger. As she took in a deep breath, her ample breasts strained against the black leather of her favorite bodice. She tapped one high-heeled shoe on the floor, considering his punishment.

"What you meant to do doesn't matter, stupid animal!" she almost snarled at him. "What happened is you broke something very dear to me. And now you will suffer for it quite dearly. Get over my knees."

Whimpering, Pet crawled to her, and began to kiss her shoes, adoration and penitence oozing out of his every gesture. If that lamp hadn't been a gift from her late grandmother, Mistress Irene might have smiled, might even have forgiven him. But that was not the case. His forgiveness would have to be well earned. She reached down and twisted her fingers in his hair, seizing a fistful and pulling him up from her feet. His lip trembled, and his eyes were beginning to dampen.

"What is this? I give you an order, and not only do you disobey me, but you forget your dignity as well?" she raged at him, spit almost flying from her full, red lips. "You beg and snivel like this, why? Because you think I'll let you off easy?"

"No, Mistress. I'm just so afraid of my punishment for this, even though it was an honest accident..." he was cut off by a brisk slap to the face, and Irene pushed him down to his knees.

"Your punishment...Indeed. For starters, I'll repeat my last order." she said as she went to her favorite plushy easy chair and sat down. "Get your ass over my knees, now."

Pet crawled to her quickly, not daring any more of her wrath. He stood as he reached her, then bent over her knees, placing his hands against the nape of his neck, as she always told him to do when he was to be spanked. The blows came quick and hard, and Pet bit his lip to hold his pained cries to himself. As he felt the red heat rising in his ass, he felt the slaps of her hand begin to slow. He silently thanked God for giving her tender hands, that she might only spank him for so long. The humiliation he felt in those moments was staggering, and he was often reduced to tears by it. Tears that she had always kissed away, to date. But this time...he couldn't be sure of anything this time.

"Get up, and kneel at the foot of my bed." Irene ordered sternly, pinching his bright red ass as an incentive. With a startled gasp, he seemed to spring up, and he trotted quickly to the bed. He knelt quickly, keeping his head low, and his eyes on the floor. "I will need just a moment to prepare for the last of your punishment. Then, you'll get what you deserve for breaking that lamp!"

He dared not look up as he heard her rummaging through one of the drawers of her dressing table. He heard rustles and thumps from it, but if she should look his way and see him watching her, she would be incensed even further. After a moment, he felt her presence behind him, then her hand on his head, fingers digging into his hair. She drew him up, so that he was belly-down on the bed, his legs draped down over the foot of the bed, his sore red ass high in the air. He quickly clasped his hands on his nape again, and was treated to a soft caress down his back. Then her nails drew lines of white pain against his ass cheeks, and he gasped deeply.

"Now, Pet, the last of your punishment. You broke something of mine, and now I'll break something of yours. I wonder why I didn't do this a long time ago, really. Maybe it's just the lesson you've always needed." she began, as one of her tender hands, slick with an oily lubricant, began to massage the crack of his ass. At first, he relaxed into the massage, feeling pleasure, but then realized the purpose of that oil, and what she meant to do to him.

"Mistress, please! Mercy, I beg you, anything but this!" he pleaded, trying to crane his head far enough around to see her.

"Mercy? Oh, no, I've been too soft on you for too long." she said firmly, pushing his head back down on the soft comforter. "Now, you're going to suffer, in order to learn that we all have things we value greatly. And to learn what it feels like when those things are broken."

Pet then felt the cold, hard length rubbing against his burning ass, sliding wetly along his crack. She had brought out the one toy that she had previously only threatened him with. He had never seen it, but was feeling it now. Her strap-on dildo. He took a deep, resigned breath, trying to relax as his own body heat warmed the firm, rubbery toy that slithered against him with each movement of his Mistress' hips. Swallowing hard, he tried to brace himself, but each time she would press the tip against that tight rear pucker, she would let it slide away again, torturing him with uncertainty. In spite of himself, he felt his own cock begin to rise, pressing against the foot of the bed. How this threat of violation, of total claiming of his most intimate of places, excited him, he would never be able to explain. But the feeling was as real as his burning asscheeks.

Finally, Mistress Irene tired of teasing him. With a smile, she took the shaft of her toy in hand, and guided it to his virgin ass. She pressed gently at first, twisting her hips to work it into him with a spiraling motion. He gasped and writhed beneath her as the dildo, which wasn't even the thickest that she owned, opened his rear passage and began to sink into his depths. He choked back a cry of deliciously mixed sensations, burying his face in the comforter, hands gripping each other tightly behind his head. She pushed with her hips and leaned down, placing her mouth next to his ear.

"If you need to, you may moan. But if I hear the word 'No' out of you, even once, I'll drill you like this every night for the next month, do you hear me?" she whispered into his ear, her voice husky with her own lusty passion. His only reply was a vigorous nod of his head, and a long groan that had been held in with no small amount of discipline.

"Good Pet, make some noise for your Mistress. Let me know that you feel it." she said, stroking her hands down his back as she pushed the toy even deeper into him, burying it completely now. His gasps and moans were an almost constant rhythm now, and he lifted his ass to her, all the better to take this strange, but deep sensation that she offered. With a loving smile, she began a slow rhythm with her hips, beginning to slide the toy in and out of him, only a couple of inches each way. She didn't want to tear her poor boy in half, after all. Just teach him a good lesson.

Pet moaned and grunted beneath his Mistress' invasive attentions. The toy felt huge inside him, like it was stretching him wider than was possible, but the wet friction of it against his inner walls was sending electric shocks through all of his nerves. He wasn't even conscious of the fact that he was moving his hips in time to her thrusts, which grew stronger now, more forceful. "God help me," he thought. "She's actually fucking me, and I think I'm enjoying it..."

Irene thrust into him harder now, holding his hip in her right hand for support. He was being very responsive, bathing in every new sensation that this punishment was flooding him with. Her free hand wandered her own body. Her fingers pinched lightly at her nipples, then stroked her own soft ass. Then they played their way from her body to his, rubbing the backs of his thighs, where they brushed against his engorged cock. She smiled wickedly and traced her nails over the rock hard member, and watched Pet squirm and groan loudly. Using her fingertips, not her nails, she gently plucked at the soft, hot skin that sheathed his steely member, drawing a rising cry from him as her hips went from thrusting to pounding.

Listening to his rapid breathing, she could tell that he wouldn't last long now. Everything she was putting him through was too much all at once for him to be able to stand anymore. She spat in her hand, and wrapped it around his hard cock, stroking it in time with the hard, deep hammerblows of her hips, which drove the toy deep into his bowels. Pet tipped his head back and cried out louder than she had ever heard him before, his body jerking and spasming. His cock throbbed in her hand, and hot cum pumped out of it in thick pearly jets that pooled on the soft pink throw rug. As he came, she held her hips tight against his ass, holding the dildo deep in him, wanting his rectal muscles to get a good workout by squeezing the toy with all their strength.

When it finally passed, he slumped forward, weak, limp, and sweaty. As she slowly drew the toy out of his deepest chamber, he shuddered and broke down into helpless sobs. In seconds, the strap-on hit the floor, and Irene cuddled up next to him, drawing his arms around her. He hugged her desperately, sobbing apologies and promises to her, and she wiped his tears away tenderly. Her brave, strong Pet had taken his punishment well, and she could finally show him the tenderness that she knew he needed. Soon, the tears stopped, and the two of them fell into a lazy slumber in each others' arms, roles forgotten until the next morning.

END.

She remembers when they first talked ....

They had talked online for weeks. She'd been fooling around in a chat room, flirting and teasing. His had been yet another private message, one among the multitudes she'd received that night from guys looking for fun and always turned down. Little had she expected that it would lead to this; her dipping her toe in the water of reality.

She sat in the pub and waited. The surroundings were reassuring traditional, even old fashioned with the chesterfield sofas comfortably spaced apart. She'd taken a seat by the fire which provided a distraction as well as some pleasant heat on this still sharp spring day. She stretched her legs out in front of her and admired her how her they looked in the hold ups and boots, as she waited, reflecting on the last few months they had been chatting.

She really hadn't been sure at the beginning. He'd been quite pushy wanting to know all about her. Whatever she said or did it just never seemed to be enough, he always wanted more. They had quickly found out they had a lot in common, liked the same things and shared a lot of the same views. They had talked as friends for hours. Online messages had quickly turned to online calls, then a stream of texts, telephone calls, damn the international costs and of course the webcam, watching each other as they came. Over the weeks he'd started to strip her bare, peeling her defences away layer by layer until she was naked and exposed physically and emotionally.

His recollections......

"I was just bored," he lied to her to explain why he was in the sex chat room.

It wasn't much of a lie but it was a convenient one because he didn't have to explain that it was the only place he could hope to ask a woman for just what he wanted. Most of the women in there were as real as the men, the one just looking for a quick buck and the other for some easy cyber to fill their lives. He was different, at least that's what he told himself. He wasn't sure if he was serious and he could have some fun along the way.

Then he had found her – the one who replied, the one who replied the way he wanted her to. At first it was just another chat, just another waking wet dream, and then he woke out of it to find that it had become real for him... maybe too real. Suddenly he wanted it to become fully real. He said it out loud to her.

"Shit," he thought to himself as she took him seriously. "What do I do now?" he thought as his playfulness had started to swallow him up. He was falling, for the fantasy, for the reality, for her.

Then it changed for her......

She remembered the night when it evolved from chatting with a friend to something incredibly erotic. For all the hours they had spent talking she was still a mystery, her name and personal details a secret from him, protecting herself. He kept pushing her for her name and she kept refusing. In the early hours one morning he had been telling her about a former lover, how he'd taken her roughly, arms pinned over her head, hurting her just a little and she had been so turned on by the story.

"Now tell me your name," the question came again.

"No," she'd repeated the mantra of the last few weeks.

"Tell me your name," he was starting to get angry now, "tell me your fucking name."

She would never be quite sure what happened next, something seemed to snap in him and before long he was telling her exactly what he would like to do to her. It had been so hot and her hand had slipped even without thinking to her clit and she had started to rub in hard circular motions, using the ring in her clit hood to add to her excitement. Her hips rose instinctively and within a minute she was climaxing wildly, bucking against her fingers and moaning and gasping without thinking.

"Oh that sounded so good, you really enjoyed that I think" he said, "now tell me your name slut."

This time she gave in.

So it had gone on, getting to know what turned each other on as night after night he had teased her; telling her where to touch herself, how hard, when to stop which she found so hard and of course when to come for him. Over the weeks she had realised that he got her sexually, understood her need to be taken, to be controlled but also her desire to be cared for. They'd slipped easily into a routine of chatting, texting and playing around online to the point where just the noise of skype as he logged on was enough to make her wet.

He knew she had arrived......

A few weeks later she touched down in the city. She flew in. This one was serious. Could she be as serious about the things they discussed as she was about meeting? He doubted it... but he doubted his doubts too. It took him ages to get there. Suddenly he was there.

"Stay calm," he told himself but he could hardly hear his thoughts over the rushing pulse in his ears. "See how it goes."

Getting ready to meet him.......

Now she was here, in a strange city, in a foreign country, meeting a man that she knew incredibly well and yet somehow not at all. She'd never thought she would do something like this but had not been able to resist him.

She'd arrived the evening before and checked into an upmarket hotel to get ready for their first real meeting. That morning she had sat in front of the mirror naked, taking her time to put on her make-up and wondering what it would be like to spend time with him in person. As she dried her long brown hair she shivered at the idea that later her might gather it all up in his hands and ride her using it to tug her head back. She smoothed on her body lotion caught up in thoughts of how it would feel like to have his hands rather than her own running over her body.

Next she pulled on the black hold ups, added her long black boots and looked at herself in the mirror, otherwise naked. Her fingers strayed to her full breasts, teasing her nipples that were already hardening in anticipation and she jiggled them slightly before capturing them into a lacy bra. Should she wear panties or not she wondered smiling to herself. A long black skirt and close fitting top completed the outfit, conservative and yet hinting at what lay underneath.

She added perfume, Opium of course, its sexy musky smell suiting the occasion well. She brushed back her hair and added her earrings and pearl necklace wondering if later she might feel his hands on her throat. Now she was ready for the long stroll through the town to meet him, a heady mixture of anticipation and fear mixed together.

"I want you."

He had said it to her so many times over the last few weeks and the reply he had wanted came so easily now.

"I want you to."

That morning had been different though.

"I want you," he had said when he phoned, the familiar phrase sending shivers of anticipation through her. "And today I am going to have you."

Now she sat there waiting for him in the pub, trying to look cool and relaxed when inside she was a seething mass of emotions.

"I am nearly there," the text message flashed up on her phone bursting in on her thoughts.

"Fuck," she murmured under her breath as she fumbled with a paper trying to look calm and cool.

A minute later he was beside her and she stood, kissing him on the cheek like an old friend as the waitress came across and he ordered a drink. Would any of the people around them realise that this was their first meeting she wondered? They made small talk for a minute or two for propriety's sake as the menus were bought and handed over She wriggled a little in her seat, the feel of her nakedness under the skirt turning her on as she crossed her legs and giggled remembering Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. Should she tell him not she wondered?

Lunch wore on, pleasant, friendly and civilised. He was such a gentleman she began to wonder if he still wanted her not?

His afternoon......

It went fine. No, really, fine. It was like lunch with a favourite aunt. He really liked his favourite aunt but he didn't think that he would have discussed things with his aunt that he discussed with her. His aunt didn't just fly in for lunch and he was pretty sure neither did the woman across the table but how could he be sure? Lunch turned into walking, into chatting, into inanities and the amenities of a strange city, strange for her but so familiar to him. The whole thing was surreal. He was showing the sights of his everyday life to a strange woman who he had been cybering with for weeks.

She issues an invitation......

After lunch he showed her round the city, and she thought him every bit the accomplished tour guide, explaining the history and pointing out places of interest. As they headed up yet another flight of steps she wondered if he got a glimpse of the lacy tops of her hold ups and her nakedness under the skirt.

"What would you like to do now?" he asked her.

She paused wondering about answering honestly and telling him how much she wanted him to fuck her but decided to be a little more discreet.

"Shall we go back to the hotel, relax and watch the movie," she suggested smiling, "my feet are getting rather tired walking round in these boots."

So within a few minutes they were heading into the hotel, across the lobby and up to her suite. She pulled off her coat and bustled around switching on the DVD and fetching drinks, anything to cover her uncertainty. She sat down next to him on the sofa wondering quite what to do next, a little confused by the afternoon and his apparent switch into just good friends. She leant back and swung her legs up and over his knees as the DVD began to play and smiled as he ran his fingers over her boots, her knees and up towards her thighs.

He remembers......

FINALLY she suggested that they go back to her hotel, just to watch a DVD they had discussed, an old movie they both remembered. He didn't remember the trip back but once again he was suddenly there – with her – on a couch watching tv. She lounged in the corner. He sat in the middle. She smiled. He smiled. He wondered about her smile. His hand ran down the cushion. Her legs rose and landed on his. His mind ran up her legs and his hands followed.

Cyber becomes reality for them.......

"So you wore hold ups for me?"

"Of course, I know you like them."

His fingers explored higher sliding up to run over her naked ass and he stopped suddenly.

"So you have been walking round all day with no panties on?" he murmured, "you should have told me. If you had I doubt I would have been able to resist the urge to slide my fingers inside you during lunch and we might have dispensed with some of the sight-seeing."

She giggled as wasting no time he ran his fingers teasingly over her clit and she felt her already damp cunt grow wetter and she stretched out on the sofa revelling in the sensations.

He flipped her over pulling up her skirt roughly and spanked her bare ass hard as she wiggled and shrieked.

"You are such a slut, the tops of your hold ups are all wet," he told her. "Take off your bra."

She stood and slipped off her top, bra and skirt standing before him in just her hold ups and boots, just like she had done earlier in front of the mirror.

He pulled her down onto the sofa and kissed her hard before greedily pulled one of her nipples into his mouth flicking it with his tongue. The other hand worked her other breast, squeezing it hard, the flesh bursting between his fingers.

"Fuck yes," she gasped as his fingers and tongue worked away making her squirm against him as she started to feel new sensations running through her body.

She writhed against him pushing herself harder against his tongue as swapped between her breasts and she felt the warmth start to spread and her cunt start to pulse.

"Oh God, yes," she cried out as she felt waves of pleasure running through her.

"Mmmm, now nobody has ever made you come like that before have they?" he murmured smiling down at her. "Get up."

He pulled her roughly to her feet and held her, her back against him his hands on her breasts and she tried to pull away as they worked her too sensitive nipples. She could feel his cock hard against her ass through the fabric of his trousers. He turned her round and kissed her deeply before pushing her towards the bedroom. After a few steps, he stopped and pulled her roughly against him, his hands on her throat holding her as he kissed her again before pushing her on.

In the bedroom he stripped off his own clothes, pushed her down on the bed and pulled off her boots before sliding his body next to hers. His hands resumed their exploration of her body as she relaxed against him.

"So do you still want me?" he asked, nibbling at her ear as his fingers ran up her thighs.

"Yes," she said huskily staring up at him.

He parted her legs and knelt between them, his cock slipping easily inside her.

"You are so wet, you are such a slut," he told her as he buried himself inside her and kissed her.

He pulled her legs up over his shoulders as he pushed himself deeper into her and began to fuck her hard.

"I wasn't going to fuck you today but I couldn't resist it," he told her as he drove into her, harder with each stroke.

She reached up and played with her nipples, bouncing her tits for him to admire as she felt him filling her.

"Oh yes," she moaned and slid her hand down to play with her clit rubbing it hard, "yes." She started to climax and felt waves of pleasure washing over her body as he drove into her one last time before letting go, exploding inside her and collapsing on top of her spent. Her legs released and his weight on her, she shuddered and buried her head in his chest as she felt her cunt pulsing around him.

They lay together, legs tangled, exhausted and he looked down at her.

"So whose slut are you now?" he asked.

"Yours," she replied.

Authors note – Is this a true story or is it fantasy - is it reality, or a might have been, or a still yet to come? A piece of fictional erotica echoing the desires of people typing in chat rooms right now or even your own as you seek that step from behind your laptop into a sexy, steamy reality? Did it really happen? Well you will just have to wonder .......

She was lying on the beach next to her Master sipping a pina colada basking in the sun. It was a vacation she sorely needed with him. The past six months had been a personal strain for her, and she needed a break that only he could provide.

He was proud of her new body, lying next to him; tan in the white string bikini he had bought her the previous summer. She had begun lactating, so her ample breasts were glowing in the sun with tiny beads of perspiration. She wasn't embarrassed of her body anymore, and enjoyed showing it off for him.

She noticed a shade in front of her; she opened her eyes to see a handsome man standing at her feet with another drink for her in his hand. She took the drink and looked at her Master; he had a strange look in his eyes. He tipped and thanked the waiter, who didn't really look like he worked at the hotel. Her Master said it was time to go back to the hotel room because he had a surprise for her. She wasn't sure what he was up to but always enjoyed his surprises.

When they returned to the hotel room he instructed her to lie down while he refreshed her drink and handed it back to her. She took a sip and thought it tasted differently, but didn't think anymore about it. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the ocean, thinking they were going to rest together before going out for the evening. He suggested her blindfold would help her sleep, which she obligingly put on. She lay there expecting him to lie next to her, but instead took a seat in the chair across the room. She heard someone knock at the door and let her Master answer. She was still in her bikini and had her eyes covered and heard her Master get up and talk with someone, but didn't think anything of it after the door closed. She didn't know the stranger had remained in the room.

Her Master came over to her and gently stroked her hair and face. After a few minutes she could feel her master put restraints on her, first on her wrists, then on her ankles, while she remained blindfolded. She enjoyed this because the cuffs released her from being inhibited and freed her to enjoy sex with him to the fullest, and her Master was an awesome lover. Sex had never ever been close to what she had experienced with him.

The drugs in her drink were beginning to take affect, as he knew it would, and she was beginning to enjoy warm delight in the sexual pleasures that were to come. Master whispered sexy things in her ear, stroking her body, teasing her breasts and clit. His touch and voice always had a way of calming her. She had learned to enjoy sucking his manliness and wanted him in her mouth, to taste his pre-cum. He teased her with it, then would put his fingers in her wetness and let her suck the taste of her sex off his fingers. She loved it and was circling her hips, wanting him in her. Then she thought she heard him sit down across the room. She was getting worked up and wanting his body and hands all over and in her, laying there strapped to the bed with only her bikini and blindfold on. He breasts were swelled with milk, making her nipple rings more pronounced, and this excited him. He enjoyed watching her masturbate, but she was unable to do so since she was tied down and unable to move, and he knew she was sexually excited and could not remain still.

She felt hands gently gliding over her body. She was so aroused by this foreplay she was entering her "zone," as her Master called it, where she had no control over her body and would do just about anything he told her to do. She heard no words from him. She opened her mouth, wanting his cock to suck on, to get his pre-cum. That was when she realized it was not her Master but the Stranger who had entered the room. Who was this man?

She tried to speak to her Master but the Stranger's cock was deep in her throat and she couldn't talk. Her Master leaned over her, stroking her breasts and flat stomach, whispering to her that he had been preparing her to enjoy another man so he could watch. She tried to protest, but still couldn't speak. He reassured her it was okay, to enjoy it. He sat down again, but after a few moments he got up and began to finger fuck her and put something in her ass that caused her to jump back and then relax. He was driving her wild. She was writhing with pleasure, moving her hips as though fucking her Master, blindfolded and sucking the Stranger's dick. She had always fantasized about being with two men, and this was her reward for bringing forth milk from her breasts. It had taken him a year to get her past her prudish tendencies and let her realize just how much she enjoyed different types of sex.

As he unstrung her swimsuit he began to suck her milk, which was erotic to them both. He was always gentle to her and never disrespectful. Master was getting worked up also and was becoming more of a participant than an observer. The Stranger removed himself from her, and he and Master switched places. Master adjusted the restraints and flipped her over. He put her on all fours. She would enjoy sucking on her Master so much better; she knew his cock and enjoyed his taste. He was the one she wanted in her, and he enjoyed it; she could taste his drool when she began to suckle his cock.

She was totally under her Master's spell and was enjoying this fully. Her ass was up in the air, wiggling with whatever he placed there. Someone was masturbating her ass with the toy; she couldn't tell who it was at this point. She felt her Master's hand teasing her clit, and she needed him in her mouth. She was about to cum and he knew it. He told her should could not cum until he gave her permission. She tried to catch her breath and calm down, but he wouldn't let her. She stretched her arms out on the bed, still restrained, trying to get his cock in her mouth again. He finally let her and she sucked all the pre-cum from his hard cock. Oh, she loved it. He let her work him for a few minutes; then he removed himself from her. The Stranger pulled the plug from her ass and left her feeling empty and craving more - and she needed it immediately!

She wanted her Master in her ass and begged him for that. He had been there only once when he tried to break her virgin ass, but came on her back instead of inside of her. They had been working up to this for a while, and she wanted him in her, to cum in her, to feel his heat there. She had never experienced that and had only daydreamed about it. She squeezed her butt cheeks trying to make sure he didn't pull out of her, so he could finish in her. Her breasts were leaking milk on the bed. He finally told her she had permission to cum, which immediately brought about an intense and extended orgasm, one after another. Every time she had an orgasm, someone teased her cunt ring and brought her to climax again. This went on for what seemed like 20 minutes. Her Master finally let go an explosive release of cum in her ass and relaxed on her back. It was warm and felt so, so good. He had finally fully taken her ass, something she had wanted from him for a long time. She could hear the Stranger climaxing, just wasn't sure where it landed, and she didn't care.

Master and his slave collapsed in a heap on the bed, him covering her nakedness with his warm body, stroking her hair while she caught her breath. He pulled the covers over them. She heard the door close as the Stranger left. She had almost forgotten about him. Her Master removed her blindfold and released the restraints. She was so exhausted she couldn't move she just lay there next to him as they drifted off to sleep. He asked her, "Are you happy, my pet?"

She just looked sleepily up at him and said, "You know I am; thank you, Master," thinking how much she adored him

What?" I felt pressure on my lower back and then - Zing! - a slap to the cheek.

"On all fours."

"What are you doing?" Again, your hand stung me. What on earth? The only time you'd snuck up on me before was to coax my sleeping cock into a hard-on. You're an exquisite submissive. I tell you once that I love being awoken with a blowjob, and next thing I know you're stirring me in the middle of the night, week after week, sucking my cock as if you take nourishment from it. But this? Completely unexpected. How had I slept through you rummaging through the sex toys? Placing manacles on my wrists?

"Hands and knees," you said. I didn't see the
third slap coming. "Don't make me repeat it."
I scrambled into position and felt you nip my ass with your teeth. "Ouch!" I said, before I could stop myself. You moved toward my face to admonish me and I saw you'd dressed yourself up in that little collar and clamps. The collar and clamps I'd always wrapped around you. Wow. All this time you had me convinced you were my sub-in-training, but here you were, pulling a switch, in full regalia. My brain caught up to where my cock, rock-hard, had already gone.

You told me I was your first dom. Your previous relationships were, what was the word you used? Egalitarian. Your boyfriend licked your pussy. You sucked his cock. He lay on top of you and heaved. You straddled him and rocked. I understood all that when we met. By day I'm a feminist, just like you. You pursued me the way modern women will. Phone calls. Invitations first for coffee, then for dinner, your treat or we split the bill fifty-fifty. Old-fashioned modern dating. Fine by me.

But it's submissive women I attract, and I attracted you, Sweetheart. I recognized the novice in you. Your lace-free, utilitarian underthings. Your tongue probing my mouth as if demanding equal time only moments after I pulled my tongue away. Your mouth on my nipple. Your tongue circling my cock. Your unwillingness to cum in my mouth unless I, simultaneously, came in yours.

Then you loosened up, and as you relaxed, I asserted some authority. I remember the first time you let me nuzzle your clit and lips, easy and slow, your head turned aside on the pillows, your arms thrown over your head. First came the deepening breaths. Then the open-mouthed panting. Soon you moaned, guiding my mouth with your hips, which had started to undulate, and then you howled louder, shaking against my tongue. You looked vulnerable after that, soft, and as you snuggled in my arms, I whispered, "How did it feel to let go?"

"Mmmm. It felt wonderful. You're wonderful."

"But to let go of control, to allow me to make the decisions. To give in. How did it feel?" You lay quietly, your breathing even, and I wondered if you'd fallen asleep.

"It felt liberating," you said finally, looking
confused.

"Yes," I said, feeling a pulse in my chest that said, Let me protect you.

Now you were the one protecting me. "I want to
hear you when I fuck you," you said, lifting your hand as if to slap me again. My stomach leaped over itself and I opened my mouth in that sweet exhale of submission. Magnificent. It was as if you were playing out the one fantasy I never imagined I could tell you. How I wanted a woman to master me. To make the decisions. To fuck me with all her strength. To make me feel safe. But you couldn't handle that fantasy, I thought, watching how your breath quickened each time I applied the clamps, or reached back for a spanking, or simply whispered in your ear, "Roll over."

Now you were spanking me and pulling up on my cock in a fast, smooth stroke. Parting my cheeks and nuzzling my asshole like a kitten at the nipple. Running your tongue in circles around my asshole until I felt it open. Like a pussy. Your pussy. It was as if you read my thoughts, thoughts that shimmered along the nerve endings of my ass, my cock, my balls and entered your body through your fingers, your lips, your tongue, guiding you to do exactly what I hoped. I felt myself give way a little more, which caused you to grow stronger, which allowed me to let go more deeply. No wonder you enjoy the bottom, my love. No wonder.

You continued pulling up on my cock, as if it were a gearshift and you were in the driver's seat and you skirted my asshole, again, with your tongue. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock stiffened even more in your hand. You rubbed your tongue from my asshole toward my balls and began licking, your mouth as wet as your pussy moments before, screaming, you cum. Impossible beauty.

You sucked by balls and kept pulling up on my cock. I knew I could cum this way, but I understood more than ever what I needed: to be fucked. By you. Hard. Damn hard. And as I settled into this realization, your voice banged around my brain. "Now you're going to feel me fuck you," you said. I felt your breath on my ass and balls. I heard the unmistakable sound of lube squirting on what I hoped was my biggest buttplug, then, suddenly, felt you tease my asshole with the plug. The way I tease your steaming lips with the head of my cock.

For a moment I wondered what I looked like, open, but before I could complete the thought you slid in the tip. It felt sharp, rough, and I almost tightened against it, but I wanted it so badly I forced myself to relax. I inhaled. Then you slid it out. I exhaled with excruciating relief mixed with anxiety. You hadn't stopped, had you? But no, you probed me a little deeper, then retracted. I thought I knew what to expect. Each time you inserted the buttplug it went a little farther, and each time you pulled out, you gave me respite. What a gentle teacher. I pushed against that plug. I wanted the whole damn thing inside me.

But I didn't expect you to roll under my hips and take my cock in your mouth. That's when I lost track of where I was. You'd placed me in the dominant position where I should have been fucking your mouth, yet you held a plug all the way up my ass and controlled my movements, forward and back. Completely. Stop, I wanted to say. I order you. Enough! I imagined whipping you until I drew welts as punishment for even thinking you could humiliate me that way. Then you elongated your neck and took my cock all the way down to your throat. I felt myself begin to cum. The arguments in my head started to melt, as if they were ice and you were fire. And all I felt was you fucking me, left, front and center. I began to rock.

Your hand fucked my ass with the buttplug. Your mouth devoured my cock. I heaved back and forth, back and forth, with no sense of where I was going. All I knew was that an intense sensation had taken over my ass, my cock, my entire pelvis, as if my whole being were centered at the point where your hand met my ass and my cock met your throat. You own me, I wanted to say. I am yours.
A buzzing began in my ears. I could discern no real sounds. Not you barking your orders. Not me moaning. My pelvis moved more quickly, so that no sooner did my cock leave your mouth, my ass begging for the plug, than you removed the plug and my cock banged against your palate. Where did you learn to fuck me so good, Baby? Where? I swear my cock started to vibrate. The vibration spread to my butt and thighs, and I no longer knew where I thrust. Did I push backward, imbibing the plug? Or forward, begging you to suck me until I shouted?

I felt myself start to cum. Now you maintained pressure on the butt plug and controlled my cock at the same time, clamped tight, front and back, but still I felt my cock move in your mouth and my asshole shudder, as if I'd been strung with electricity. Instead of expelling a short, quick burst, I writhed inside you, releasing and spraying, shaking and spurting. The way a woman would cum. I didn't know my body could spray so much. And you, brave soul, swallowed every drop.
You let my cock fall from your mouth, scurried out from under my pelvis, pulled the plug from my asshole. What? Then I realized what was happening. You thought I'd be angry.

Disappointed. You flicked off the cuffs, lay back, averted your gaze. Sweet, sweet bottom. You looked terrified. As if you didn't know whether to fear my punishment. Or beg for it. Well, I can play along. I gathered what little strength I had left, snapped the cuffs on your wrists and slapped one cheek, then the other.

I grasped the collar, which you'd left around your neck, and pulled. You looked into my eyes. What did you see? Then you lay back.

"Spread those legs," I said. You rushed to comply, looking away. "Wider!" You were red and raw as a cleaved fruit and ripe enough to take my hand in all the way to my wrist. But best not to toy with you. You'd offered me release. It was time you had yours.

With one decisive move, I dove my tongue into your pussy then licked up, firmly, toward your clit. You rose to meet me, already on fire. I reached under your ass, spread your cheeks and lifted, then dove again, starting with your asshole this time, and licking upward, pressure steady, as if I were a cat and you needed a damn good cleaning. This time I flicked your clit with the tip of my tongue and you cried out.

I continued this way, steadily lapping, twirling my tongue around your clit on the upstroak, then burrowing down for the next long taste. You rocked with me, an aching harmony, your pussy dripping onto your ass, your moans growing louder and more insistent. I licked your ass, probed my tongue into your pussy, swirled your clit, heard your breath quicken. Licked your ass, probed your pussy, tickled your clit, felt you rock against me a bit faster. Lick, probe, swirl, lick, probe, swirl. If I applied some steady pressure on your clit, you'd cum in a minute.

Now I paused and held your clit in my mouth. I sucked, gently, and above the sound of my mouth I heard your groans become more throaty. It was as if your clit started to take flight. It became lighter against my tongue, riding the wave of an exhilaration of its own creation.

I removed my mouth and plunged three fingers into your pussy. You cried out in surprise then pushed, hard, against me. I added a fourth finger, then wriggled in my thumb. You rocked against me, fast, then faster, and I began suckling your clit again, gently but insistently. What sounded like a howl started to come from your abdomen. It grew louder and louder as you rubbed quickly against my hand and tongue, then more quickly still. Suddenly you were shouting, loud and long, and bucking, and I had only to hold on. You moved against me, crying out, for what seemed like an hour. Then with a sob, you pulled away from my hand and mouth, almost violently. You rolled onto your side, your face in the pillow. Your body shook. Was it from orgasm? Or were you crying?

I undid the cuffs and climbed over you. "Lie on your back," I whispered. You did as you were told but looked away. "Look at me," I said. You shook your head.

I stretched out on top of you, gently. I wanted to feel you. Thigh to thigh. Nipple to breast. Skin to skin. I kissed you, eyes open. You looked at me then. I skirted your mouth with my tongue. I tasted my cum, still fresh and salty. Your tongue reached back in hello, tasting, I knew, yourself on my lips. After a minute, I pulled away.

"What have you learned?" I asked. You began to cry, quietly.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I don't know what got into me. I wasn't in control. Please, please don't leave me."

"What are you talking about, don't leave you?" You shook your head and bit your lower lip, but a sob escaped. You turned your head and cried, hard and open, for several minutes. Then you looked at me again.

"You like me submissive," you said in a hoarse whisper. "Now that I did something different, you won't want me anymore. Please don't leave me. I can take any punishment. Anything. Anything is better than you not wanting me." I almost laughed out loud.

I rolled off you, lay on my side, and pulled you onto yours, our faces inches apart. "Listen to me," I said. "I want you. I want you. Do you believe me?" You shrugged your shoulders. "You'll have to take my word for it. Now, think for a minute, and tell me. What have you learned?"
It took you a long time to answer. You spoke slowly, but your voice was clear. "The whole point was to give you pleasure," you said. I nodded. "Every move I made was connected to the one before it. With each touch, I learned more about what your body wanted. I watched your reaction, then followed it with an action that would please you more deeply, that would elicit another reaction. I was focused on you. Completely."

"Yes," I said.

"On top, I was more submissive than ever. Submissive to your needs. Your desires."

"Yes."

"And you trusted me. You followed."

"Ah."

You stopped talking and we both fell asleep for a few minutes. Then we stirred.

"So my punishment?" you asked. I reached my hand between your legs, still moist, and rubbed a finger between your lips. You opened your legs slightly and inhaled. Already you softened.

"You want to be punished again so soon, my love?" I asked, bending my head to bite your nipple.

I came prepared. In my bag are wonders you'd never dreamed of. You will experience them tonight. Tonight you will become my pet.

I went on ahead to our room to 'powder my nose' and you bought it. You probably thought I was going to slip into something silky, slinky. Girly. In the room, I quickly set to work. I opened my bag, placed my new equipment where they needed to be.

I began to imagine carrying out my plan as I undressed. The look on your face will be priceless I concluded as I dressed in the outfit I would greet you in.

Everything is complete. I await your arrival. Trying not to begin without you. I contemplate playing with my toys, but I am patient.

You open the door and find me on the bed, not in some seductive lingerie ready to be held and caressed, but wearing harsh black leather. Straps of it around my neck, my arms, my legs, holding my flesh intact as if I would fall apart if I wasn't bound by the dead animal skin. I stand and approach, you still standing in the hallway wondering who I am. The mask on my face betrays nothing of my intent.

I walk to you confidently, something new you haven't seen before. Tonight is my night. I reach you, place my head on your should and kiss your neck while I push the door closed. As soon as the lock clicks shut I grab you and push you to the bed, tugging at your clothes. You understand and disrobe as you walk, eyes on me, wondering.

Your naked body excites me, my nipples are erect straining against the leather of my corset. My pussy aches with fire.

You sit on the edge of the bed expectantly as I approach, you notice the strip of leather in my gloved hands only as I bring the blindfold to your eyes. You start to say something but I shush you as I tighten the leather strap around your head. You pause your protest as you continue to wonder what is going on.

My pussy is getting so moist knowing what I intend to do. You will be mine so soon. So very soon.

You can feel me wrapping some kind of bracelets around your wrists and I can tell by the way your head moves, you want the blind fold off so you can see what I'm doing. I wrap similar leather around your thighs and have to ignore your vice as you begin to ask questions. Your imagination is starting to get the best of you.

Mine too. I trace a leather finger across my panty and delight in the sensation. I push you back on the bed and sit on your chest pinning your arms beneath my legs. Leaning forward I brush my leather clad breast against your face as I reach under the pillows. You gasp as you soon feel the leather being wrapped around your neck.

When I get off of you, you protest the lead that is attached to the collar, demanding that I stop at once. I wait until you reach for the blind fold before I yank on the lead. The lead runs to the head of the bed, down the wall and back to the foot. Pulling on it causes you to jump towards the pillows head first, on your knees, your hands at your neck, trying to rid yourself of the collar.

My pussy is soaking my panty as I pounce on your back. I grab your hands from the collar and pull them back behind your neck and latch the cuffs together, effectively leaving your hands unable to do anything.

I then attach the two thigh straps together and tie them to your collar with a shot length of rope. I tie off the collar's lead to the dresser across from the bed. You can't move from this position now.

You are almost mine.

I can take my time now. I ignore your protests, half muffled by the pillows, but annoying just the same. I reach into my bag and crawl up the bed to you. I whisper into your ear as I place the ball gag in your mouth, "I'm going to fuck you."

I tie the gag tight as you squirm, trying to get free. The sight of your has me reeling. I lay back on the bed beside you and tease myself through my leather panty. I grab a rubber dildo out of my bag and probe myself with it. My body responds to my teasing as you writhe next to me. Your helplessness excites me. I pull me panty down and pull the dildo into myself. My vagina is as wet as it can be.

"This dildo is going to fuck both of us tonight!" I bring myself to near climax, shouting my lust all the while. I end before I expend myself. I want to save that until later.

I leave the bed, and I'm sure you can hear me as I get the harness ready. You've stopped moving and seem to be listening intently. I took my time finding just the right harness. This one accommodates two dildos so the wearer can have some fun as well as the intended recipient.

I slide the inner dildo into place and slowly draw it into myself as I pull the harness on. It is a decent fit and I make sure it is secure, pulling the dildo as far into me as it can go. I am nicely filled and I pull at the external dildo and can feel that it works as intended. Every pull, nudge or vibration on the one would translate somewhat to the inner one.

As I come up behind you, I can hear you mumbling something negative.

Your mumbles turn into muffled yelling as you feel the lube fall on your ass crack and trickle past your anus. My desire makes it easy to ignore you and I happily let the entire bottle of lube cover your crack. You start shaking as I press the dildo against you and run in up and down your ass, gliding smoothly as it picks up the lube. It feels wonderful translated into me. I spend a few minutes letting you get used to the feeing, your protests are somewhat less now. Do you think I might end it here?

I grab your ass cheeks and press the tip of the dildo on your anus, gently at first, your panic causing you to crawl as far as you can on your knees and elbows until your head hits the wall. I slap your ass

with my glove, "Bad boy!", and follow, plunging the dildo into you.

Your shriek as my head forces it's way into your virginal ass nearly makes me cum. My pleasure startles me and I stop inserting into you. I let you and myself catch our breath before fully entering you.

You alternate between yelling and panting as I ram into you, fully, each stroke long, my hips hitting you. Rhythmic vibrations up my vagina. I keep the momentum gong strong until I orgasm. I pump as I embrace the new sensation. My first orgasm as I fuck you. I don't want it to end.

After a minute or two I am spent, my legs are beginning to weaken, the effort has been great. I unbuckle the harness and extract the dildo from within me. I collapse into the chair sitting facing the bed and watch as you fall on you side, whimpering, your arms and legs bound, a rubber dildo still hanging out of your ass.

I never knew you could be so much fun. The sight of you so vulnerable continues to excite me as I lean back in the chair, I begin the caress my breasts, and a leather glove slowly reaches for my clit...

I wasn't in control of my actions. Something about the way you always sneaked up behind me in the shower, your cock greased with soap, pushed my face into the icy tile, pinned my wrists over my head and rammed into my asshole until the words you hum in my ear afterward, over and over, like a tape recorder - Sweetheart, you're lovely, Honey, I want you - melted like the soap swirling around the tub and running down the drain. I know I agreed to be your submissive. When you spank my pussy I writhe until I am so engorged I beg for the cock you shove into me, my head thumping the headboard, while I cum, shaking, loud and long and hard. It's not as if I don't tremble from the pain, become lightheaded from the humiliation.
But it was as if someone pulled a switch in my brain, not a light switch, but one of those turn-off-the-electricity-on-the-city switches from the old black and white movies. It's not that I intended exchange roles. I intended nothing. The switch flipped and I jumped, astonished at my strength, never considering the consequences of what I was about to do.

You'd fallen face down in the pillows in one of your post-coital naps. I perched naked on the edge of the bed and peeled back the covers to reveal the muscles of that ass I love to hold as I stare up at you while you thrust into me. There is a muscular ridge that reminds me of a Sierra sunset and I wanted to run my hand along it, gently, a tickle, then follow it with my tongue, nuzzling past your asshole to your balls and burrowing into your crotch so I could urge you awake, hard now, with my mouth, but no. That's what you would expect me to do, to awaken you with a blowjob. It was time for the unexpected. Your eyelids fluttered and I rose, quietly. Better to keep you asleep.

I tiptoed into the walk-in closet and opened the bureau drawer where, under my bras and panties, you store your playthings. I fondled the collar, inhaled the leather that makes my pussy throb, and tied it around my neck, then found the nipple clamps, which I snapped in place. I gasped. Always before I lay back on the bed, waiting for you to straddle me. Then you apply the clamps, watching as the pain turns my face red and my nipples to sentries.

I turned toward the full-length mirror and reached between my legs: swollen and wet. A voice in my head said stop, beg his forgiveness for acting without permission, but that voice was hushed, as if another being had taken control of my mind and now forced my body into a new type of submission. I stroked my clit and dipped one finger into my pussy, then two. Always the reward for my submission was your heightened desire for me. Would this act result in the loss of that desire?

I moved like a cat burglar. Clad in collar and clamps, I rummaged through the drawer and found the butt plug, lube and metal cuffs. Cold and harshness is what I wanted you to feel, the way I feel, my cheek pushed against the shower wall. I strode out to the bedroom where you still slept, dropped the plug and lube at the foot of the bed and, with a deftness that belied my inexperience, snapped one cuff into place, then the other.
You stirred. "What?" you asked, beginning to roll over. I placed a knee in your lower back and slapped you on the cheek. You jerked a hand, and I wondered if you meant to touch your cheek or return the blow, but the cuffs stopped you. Your face was a tableau of momentary confusion turning to recognition.

I slapped you again. "On all fours."

"What are you doing?" Another wallop.

"Hands and knees." You shook your head. I smacked you again, heat coursing through my pussy. "Don't make me repeat it."

You moved swiftly, like a deer, into position. Could you taste the fear I always feel? I took a bite out of your ass and you shouted. I moved toward your face and watched your eyes take in the collar, the clamps. "Yes, shout," I hissed. "I want to hear you when I fuck you." You bit down on your lower lip, a petulant child. I lifted my hand as if to slap your face again and you opened your mouth, an exhale and a groan. "That's better," I said.

I reached for your ass, drew back and spanked, harder than I had stung your cheek. You gasped. I hit you again, then a third time. You stiffened to steady yourself, the muscles of your ass and thighs buff and taut, skin rosy. It seemed as if you held your breath. I readied for another spanking and watched your muscles respond, as if they felt the molecules of air moving above them and begged for what was coming. This time, the moment my hand met your flesh, I reached around and pulled up on your erect cock in a fast, smooth stroke. You whimpered.

I parted your cheeks with my hand and nuzzled your asshole, breathing in your pungency, then ran my tongue around the rim. I felt it wink closed, but I continued, slow and wet, until it opened, slightly, as if it were a pussy. Your asshole was now my pussy. I darted my tongue in and I heard you moan. I yearned for that sound. I moved my face away and reached back to smack you, and again, as my hand touched your ass, I stroked your cock, firmly, with meaning. I had an urge to see your face, the muscles straining to maintain control, but I could not bear to pull away from that musty taste.

I continued to pull up on your cock, as if it were a handle, and skirted your asshole, again, with my tongue. Your cock stiffened even more in my hand. I moved my tongue from your asshole along that taught muscular spot where you seem the most naked then, mouth dripping, began licking your balls. You groaned and pushed toward me.

I sucked first one ball, then the other, and continued to slowly pull up on your cock. I'd never realized how soft your balls feel. They're vulnerable, delicate as a girl. I knew I had the power to hurt them. For the first time since I'd ordered you on your knees I became aware of the clamps holding my nipples. Now it was my job to protect your balls. To protect you. I continued licking, moving back to circle your asshole, which now greeted me as if it had softened, never loosening my grip on your cock.

I stopped and you inhaled sharply. It sounded as if you bit your tongue. "Now you're going to feel me fuck you," I said, breathing toward your ass and balls. "You deserve to be fucked by a woman." I sat back and reached for the butt plug and lube. The sound of the bottle squirting reminded me of my own pussy and the way it drips as you suck my clit and move your fingers inside me, and I panicked. What was I doing? I was the one who needed a good fucking. What if you never wanted me again? Then I looked at your soft balls and solid cock, suspended and waiting. I had no choice but to continue. I spread your cheeks and teased your asshole with the plug, the way you tease my steaming lips with the head of your cock. Your asshole opened like an invitation. I slid in the tip and you inhaled. As I slid it out you exhaled, and I watched your moist asshole wait for me to probe deeper. I slid it in a little further and you breathed in, more sharply this time. When I pulled out, you breathed out through pursed lips, as if your mouth and your asshole whistled together. The muscles in your thighs tightened. It was then that I knew you wanted to be fucked. Hard.

I continued pushing the plug in and pulling it out with a rocking motion, inching in deeper with each probe, feeling the muscles of your asshole open and give way. You began pushing toward me and pulling away, your asshole welcoming the plug that fucked you, my hand and your body moving in rhythmic harmony. Your breathing became raspy, as regular as our thrusting.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked. You grunted. I stopped abruptly and, as you groaned, spanked you hard, then spanked you again. "I asked you a question."

"Fuck me. Yes. Please."

Now I pushed the plug in hard and watched its entire length disappear inside you. I held the base in place with the palm of my hand. You were mine. I reached under your balls and pulled up on your cock again. You seemed to sigh with relief. I wanted to feel that cock shudder as you came with me fucking you. With my hand holding the plug in place, I rolled onto my back and scooted my head between your legs, until your cock hung above my eyes. I pulled you toward me and licked. I could taste the cum that was already moistening the tip of your cock.

I elongated my neck, and as I eased the butt plug out, I took your cock into my throat. I jutted the plug in, and as your asshole took it, your cock slid out of my mouth. I pulled the plug out again, and again wrapped my tongue and lips around your cock. Pushed the plug in and pulled my mouth away, so that my hand fucked your ass and my mouth sucked your cock in a continuous rocking of in and out, in and out.

I began to lose track of time. It was as if we had always lay here, clamps on my nipples, a collar around my neck, cuffs holding your hands together, my hand fucking your ass, your cock fucking my mouth. I stopped noticing whether you moaned or cried out. All I could hear was the sloshing of my spit, pooling around your cock and dripping from my mouth as your asshole sucked in the plug over and over.

The rocking of your pelvis quickened, so that no sooner did your cock leave my mouth, your ass begging for the plug, than your ass let the plug go and your cock banged against my palate. I hardly applied any pressure on the butt plug now, so willingly did your asshole want it. Your cock began to vibrate. The vibration intensified and spread to your butt and thighs, and you began to thrust more recklessly, banging blindly against my teeth.

Then I heard your moan. It seemed to come from deep in your abdomen, so that it echoed in my ear. As it rose, I maintained pressure on the butt plug with one hand and tried to control your cock with the other, but you were wild as an untamed stallion. You bucked and groaned, faster and faster. You pulled out of my mouth and I gave the plug a final thrust, then held it in place as you pushed your cock so hard against my throat I feared being unable to breathe, but I clamped my mouth against you so that you couldn't pull out.

I maintained continuous pressure so that both the plug and your cock stayed in their places. Your cock thrust about my mouth, dancing and writhing, as if electric currents coursed through it. I tasted salt on the back of my tongue and expected you to cum in a quick burst. Instead, your cock continued to writhe, releasing and spraying, shaking and spurting, as if you were a woman. I drank and drank, until, at last, you came to rest.
I let your cock fall from my mouth and realized where I was. What would happen now? I scurried out from under your pelvis and removed the plug from your asshole. It closed firmly, as if turning its back on what I had just done. I removed the clamps from my nipples and tossed them, along with the plug, to the floor. You remained on your knees, head up, eyes forward, body alert. I flicked off the cuffs and averted my gaze.

I felt the slap sting my cheek before I saw it. I sunk back onto the bed and heard your hand slice through the air as my other cheek took the heat. I felt the metal cuffs close around first one wrist, then the other. Was this play? Or anger?
You grasped the collar, which I'd left around my neck, and pulled. I looked into your eyes and saw fire.

I lay back and awaited my punishment.

The fire crackled and threw flickering light into the room; dozens upon dozens of candles were placed in every spot possible. A large white fur rug was in front of the fireplace and next to it sat a small table, about a foot high, just big enough for the wine bottle and two glasses that it held.

"Oh, Dean, it's perfect," Sara breathlessly exclaimed as she stood wide-eyed in the doorway gazing up upon the scene in front of her. He had captured her fantasy exactly and she was more than ready to reward him for his efforts. A red rose appeared in front of her face. "Oh!, where did you have this hidden?"

"Never you mind, just relax and let me take care of you," he said as he eased her coat off her shoulders. Dean led Sara over to the rug and she sat down while he poured the wine and handed her a glass before seating himself next to her. "Your dream come true?"

"Oh yes, everything is just as I'd hoped," she replied before taking a sip of wine. He placed his glass back on the table untouched.

"Did you know that your eyes sparkle beautifully in this light?" He leaned closer to her and ran his finger down her cheek as light as a spring breeze. She didn't seem to notice as he took the glass from her hand and placed it back on the table. Dean puller her closer to him and nuzzled her ear as her vanilla scented perfume enveloped him. He trailed little kisses along her neck until he reached her ear and caught it between his teeth. Gently he tugged as she moaned his name.

She cupped her hand behind his head and gently pulled him to face her. Her eyes were unfocused with her desire. He freed the top button of her red satin blouse and it parted to show more of her cleavage; her breasts rose and fell with her erratic breathing. He worked his way down the column of buttons until he reached the waistband of her leather skirt. His eyes traveled up the wide 'v' shaped expanse of skin that he had revealed, only the black lace bra she wore broke it.

She plucked at his sweater, "If you get to see then so do I." Grinning, he complied and removed his sweater.

"But, now I'm showing more than you are," she raised her hands to remove her blouse and prove him wrong, "no, let me." Dean slide his hands under her shirt and pushed it back over her shoulders, pulling free from her waistband and finally releasing her arms. He cupped his hands over her bra and then skimmed his tongue across her skin along the black lace. She leaned forward into his touch and moaned. He kissed and licked all the exposed flesh while rubbing her nipples through the bra with his thumbs. After he had teased her nipples into hard little points he unhooked the clasp buried in her cleavage and her breasts fell free of the confines of the bra. Sara shrugged it off quickly, eager to get back to the new and wonderful sensations. She had never felt anything such as this and didn't want to miss one bit of it. She gasped loudly as he gently pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and his lips enclosed the other. Dean's tongue stroked over her nipple. Sara could feel the tingling between her legs growing and spreading through her body. She shifted to try and ease the sensation. Dean looked up from his ministrations at her movement.

"Did you want to get more comfortable?"

"Mmm, yes." He spread her legs to either side of him and ran his hands up her knee-high leather boots.

"Shall we get rid of these?"

"Please."

Dean caught the zippers and pulled then down, the purring sound filling the room. Sara unconsciously ran her fingertips over her breasts as he parted her legs when he ran his hands up her thighs after pulling off her stiletto boots. From this position he could just barely glimpse the black lace covering her crotch under the very short skirt.

He trailed kisses up her thighs as he slid his hands under the leather that just barely covered her round ass. He squeezed the round cheeks. He could already smell her excitement and see the damp spot on her panties. He stroked her thighs and ass as he licked and nibbled her panty covered mound. The lace was completely soaked by the time he paused to glance up her body to see her caressing her breasts. Sara's eyes were shut and her lips parted as she sighed and trembled beneath him. He moved so he could kiss and gently bite her nipples, passing to and fro from one to the other. He kissed his way back down to her pussy as he pulled the little scrap of lace down her legs. This time Dean ran his fingers over her slick folds and gently spread them apart. He leaned down and danced his tongue over her clit, occasionally licking from the bottom of her slit all the way back up. Her moans and little cries filled the room . He very slowly slid one finger into her, just to the first knuckle. She hadn't been lying when she said she was a virgin and her tightness surprised and excited him more. This was going to be good.

Dean slowly worked his finger in and out of her until he was sliding it all the way in each time. He then started over again, this time with two fingers. With his free hand he undid his belt and pants then worked them down until he could kick them off. He pressed the head of his hard dick against her cunt and slid it up and down, spreading her moisture on the crown. He then crawled back up her body.

"Dean, please, I want you, please," Sara's hands fluttered over his arms and chest.

"Yes love, soon, I just want to make sure you're ready."

"I am, please," she pressed her hips against him. He chuckled deep in his throat at her eagerness. He placed his dick at her opening and ever so gently pushed until the head popped in. He could feel her pressing around him, pulling and sucking him deeper in. He slowly began sliding in and out going a little deeper each time.

Sara was in pure ecstasy as he slowly filled her more and more each time. In the haze of the sex the ever so quiet grating of floor panels sliding away and the click of the handcuffs around her wrists didn't' even register. When Dean stopped sliding in to her she raised her hands to pull him closer. Rather, she attempted to. Her warm sexual haze quickly evaporated when she realized she was handcuffed to the floor.

"Dean, what are you doing? Let me out of these."

"All in good time my little slut."

"How dare you call me that! Now let me go!"

Before she realized what he was doing he had also handcuffed her left leg. She kicked at him and he caught her flailing right leg. Her struggling seemed to not phase him in the least as he pulled her foot over to him and clicked the last set of handcuffs around her ankle.

"Dean, damn it, let me go! You can't do this!"

"Looks like I am, and I'll let you go when I'm ready to. I'll teach you not to wear those tight clothes ans show off then refuse to lend a hand." He pulled his belt from the loops on his pants and folded it in half. He began slapping it against her legs and stomach. At first it was just hard enough to sting but soon he was increasing the force.

"Ow! Stop, please, I'll do what you want, just stop hitting me! Please stop!" Sara began begging when red welts started appearing. Dean simply went back to the barely stinging lows, this time switching between her breasts each time. She cried out in pain but her nipples were standing stiff and erect. He knelt on his knees astride her stomach and leaned forward to catch a peak in his mouth. His tongue caressed and licked and a moan escaped her lips in spite of herself. Some of the sting had gone by the time he moved to her other breast. Since her eyes were closed she didn't' see the belt coming again. The leather landed directly on her nipple causing her to cry out. Dean had returned to a kneeling position and was stroking himself as he slowly and deliberately struck her nipples, first one then the other. Sara cried out with each hit and attempted to twist away from the descending blows. To her complete dismay she was getting wet again. Dean reached back and ran his fingers over her moist cunt. He grinned as he gathered her moisture on his fingertips.

"Here, see how sweet you taste," he wiped his fingers over her lips before moving back so he had access to her pussy again. Sara began pleading when she realized what he planned to do next, even though the thought of that sharp sting made her even more excited. She tied to twist out of the path but there was nowhere to go. Her hips actually thrust up after the sharp sting to her begging clit and pleasure spread throughout her body.

"I knew you'd get off on this, you little slut," Dean brought the belt down again. He kept a slow steady pace and Sara began moaning with each contact. She could feel the pressure building up inside her and she desperately needed release.

"What is the meaning of this?" A cold steely voice broke into Dean's consciousness. Dean dropped the belt and whirled to stare in shock at his mistress. He crossed his feet at the ankles and pressed his nose to the wood floor.

"Mistress Rani, I thought you were out of town!" Sara opened her eyes when the expected swat from the belt did not come again and realized another woman had joined them. The tall woman crossed the floor in just a few strides and Dean pivoted so that he was always facing her. She stood next to Sara's head with her legs spread and Sara could see right up the very short latex skirt to her bald pussy. Her gaze traveled up and took in the latex bodice that was laced very tightly, her angular but very attractive face and the shoulder length auburn hair.

Rani surveyed the red marks on Sara's body and noted the belt laying where Dean had dropped it when she arrived.

"Looks like somebody's been bad enough to be punished, but who, that's my question. I don't think it was you," she nudged Sara with the toe of her black latex thigh high boot, "so that really only leaves you." Rani turned to Dean, "Go get the chest, bring it here."

"Yes Mistress," Dean was moving forward before he was even fully upright.

"Seems such a shame to leave you just waiting though," Rani sank to her knees above Sara's head and began kissing and caressing her reddened breasts.

"I, I've never ...."

"Then we'll have to break you in, the right way, not like that worm was trying to." Rani stretched out and began tonguing Sara's pussy. This move also put Sara's head right between Rani's legs and she inhaled the other woman's scent. As soon as Sara began moaning Rani lowered her pussy to Sara's mouth. Surprised, Sara froze; then she tentatively licked. She found the taste to be rather nice and returned for another taste. She slowly copied each thing Rani did to her and was rewarded with moans. Suddenly it was as if a dam within her had burst and pleasure rocked her body as she came in Rani's mouth. She let out a long moan as every nerve in her body tingled.

Rani knelt beside Sara and gently stroked Sara's heaving breasts. She glanced to the left and saw that Dean had returned with the chest and was kneeling beside it in his pose of respect.

"You misbegotten worm, she would have done anything you had asked of her, had you done it right. Since you feel that you have the right to strike a woman though, you pay the price. Where are the keys to the handcuffs? I think I have a little plan for you worm." Rani snapped her fingers and snatched the proffered keys from Dean's hand.

"I'm going to let you go, you're going to assist in the punishment." Rani said as she knelt to unlock Sara's handcuffs.

"Okay ... Mistress." Sara sat up when her wrists were freed and rubbed her arms as Rani released her legs. She moved a bit so she was no longer sitting on the damp spot in the middle of the rug. She watched as Rani grabbed Dean by the hair and led him over to Sara, she shoved his nose into the wetness.

"I did that, not you. Understand? You have no power here."

"Yes Mistress. I have no power Mistress." Rani motioned Sara to pick the belt up and join her behind Dean. After a couple more pantomimes Sara understood her first task. The belt stinging across Dean's ass caused him to jump a bit. Though he had lost a bit of his hardness while Rani had enjoyed Sara he was rock hard again after only a couple more hard whacks with the belt. Sara didn't bother to ease into the force but started out leaving red stripes on his ass each time the leather met flesh. Rani laid her hand on Sara's arm after about twenty lashes and took the belt from her. She caught the loop of the belt around his hard dick and pulled it back between his legs a bit.

"We'll need this out of the way, otherwise he may end our fun prematurely. Dean, go stand in the corner while we talk."

"Yes Mistress."

Rani scooped up the two glasses of wine still on the table and headed into the kitchen. At Rani's command Sara grabbed the bottle of wine and self consciously followed her into the large kitchen. Rani opened the fridge and grabbed another chilled wine bottle from within. They took seats at the island and in answering Rani's questioning Sara explained that she had met Dean on the subway. He had seemed a nice guy, and after making small talk during the ride for several weeks she had accepted when he asked her to impromptu dinner one night. The became more serious but she still had only known him for six months.

"He seemed perfect, enough common interest to give us something to talk about but other interests too so we still had our own lives."

"He's a little perv, but that's okay, we know what to do about that."

"We do?"

"I'll show you," Rani answered Sara. "Speaking of which, we should go check on our little pet." Sara followed Rani out of the kitchen. Dead was still standing in the corner and was not in such a state of excitement. Rani grabbed the belt off the floor and looped it around Dean's neck to lead him back to the play room. Sara brought up the rear of the little procession. The belt slid loose from Dean't neck and Rani wondered over to the far wall where many toys were hanging or otherwise on display.

Sara's eyes grew large as she tried to take it all in. Spaced out across the room were several contraptions she couldn't even begin to imagine what they would be used for. In the corner to her left stood a cage, just big enough for one person but not enough room for them to do anything other than stand.

"Feel free to look around Sara, I'm sure Dean would have brought you back here eventually." Rani said as she returned to Dean. She handed him a small piece of hard leather that was cupped and had leather thongs attached. Dean tucked his now completely flaccid dick and balls into the cupped part and held it there while he spread his legs. Rani stepped behind him, took the top ties and tied them tightly around his waist. She brought the lower ties down between his legs and up then around to his sides before tying them to the leather encircling his waist. She checked the fit and made sure it was very snug and getting rid of any slack in the leather thongs. She told Dean to stand next to the twin bed before she returned to the back wall. Sara wondered over to the door lining the right wall and found costumes of all sorts hanging behind them. She then joined Rani in the back and let her gaze rove over the huge selection of toys. The wall was filled with vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and strap-ons of all shapes and sizes. There were crops and whips of all lengths and numerous handcuffs. She stopped at one particularly large strap on and gently ran her finger down it. Rani laughed at the sheer lust on her face.

"I don't think you could take that one just yet, but I'd help you work up to it."

"I'd like to try, I mean, just once," Sara breathed.

"Of course, but in the mean time, come here," Rani took her by the hand and pulled her close for a deep kiss before leading her back to the bed.

"Dean, you are encouraged to watch, in fact, move around as you need to to make sure you can see as much as possible. You will not touch your self or us at all."

"Yes Mistress."

Rani gently pulled Sara onto the bed beside her. Rani's lips pressed against Sara's and her tongue teased the seam of Sara's lips. Sara parted her lips and welcomed Rani to explore. Their tongues slid wetly against each other. Sara's hands wondered over Rani's arms and shoulders before settling on her breasts, they just filled her cupped hands. Sara lightly ran her fingertips over the smooth skin then stroked the mounds a little harder. She reluctantly broke the kiss. She licked the taut nipple before slipping her lips around it and sucking as well. Rani moaned above her when she ran her teeth over the bumpy surface. The feel against her tongue was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Sara spent many minutes exploring the firm breasts and learning what caused Rani to moan or gasp. Finally she moved further down so she was laying between Rani's spread legs. Rani waited patiently while Sara softly examined her. Sara had never really looked at girls before and she slowly explored the wet folds, first with her eyes and fingers, then again with her lips and tongue. The sweet taste of Rani's excitement flowed into her mouth. Rani tangled her fingers in Sara's hair and urged her closer. Sara swirled her tongue around Rani's clit before sucking it into her mouth. She gently raked her teeth over it remembering how sensitive she got there after awhile. She slowly slid her finger into Rain's moist canal and stroked the interior walls. Rani flexed around her as an orgasm crashed through her.

After Rani's trembling had abated a bit she pulled Sara up to her and tasted herself on Sara's mouth. Rani then positioned herself so they were laying on their sides in the classic sixty-nine. She pointed at one of the toys on the table and Dean quickly handed it to her, being very careful lest his fingers graze hers. Rani began with the same ministrations that Sara had given her. In no time at all Sara was soaking wet. Rani began sliding the slim vibrator in and out of Sara. Sara gasped and jumped when Rain turned the dial at the base and it began it's pulsing. As yet another orgasm thundered through Sara Rani noticed the toy Dean had placed next to her. It was the next larger vibrator that she had pulled off the wall, average sized and formed to be as life like as possible down to a pair of balls that proved to be a good handhold. Dean would have to be rewarded for paying attention, later. She tossed the slim vibe to the side and began slowly working the other one into Sara. She could sense Dean moving around the bed and assumed he was moving to get a better look at the toy sliding into Sara. He was but first he took the newly discarded toy and placed it near Sara's hand where she could see it. Rani's breath caught in her throat when she felt Sara spreading her lips and sliding the vibe in and out of her. Sara's finger rested over Rani's clit and she occasionally rubbed her finger back and forth. Sara matched Rani thrust for thrust and when Rani noticed she sped up her thrusts.

Dean circled the bed watching the two women pounding away at each other. His cock pressed painfully against the hard leather. His hands itched to undo the leather thongs and masturbate. He knew he dared not though, if he behaved maybe his punishment wouldn't be quite so bad. He wanted to please his mistress, it had just been so long since he'd had control over anything. He was the lowest of the low at work and mistress always made sure he remembered his place in the bedroom. He now feared that she would be so displeased with him that she would order him away. While he had been planning this tryst it had never occurred to him but it had been brought home in one earth shattering moment.

The moans and little cries of the women reached a fever pitch as they both orgasmed. They lay back on the bed, breasts heaving after their exertions. Rani motioned to Dean and he leaned down and slowly pulled the vibrator from Sara and cleaned it then her with his mouth. He glanced at his mistress and at her nod moved around the bed and repeated his actions on her.
"Dean, go get water for us."

"Yes Mistress," he quickly made for the kitchen. Within moments he had returned carrying a try that held two chilled glass mugs, a small bucket of ice and a pitcher of water. He sat the tray on the small table and made their drinks. Rani grasped Sara's hand and they pulled each other to a sitting position. Sara grinned as she met Rani's gaze. She had never thought sex would be like that nor that another woman could give her that much pleasure.

"I do hope I've overcome any misconceptions Dean managed to give you about sex."

"Oh, yes, many times over." After they had rested a moment Rani turned her attention back to Dean.

"Your punishment will be, interesting. I think we'll start on the low T-bar." Dean nodded and took his place behind the metal bar mounted to the floor. The bar on the top was longer than his legs could spread while on his knees so he couldn't pull forward and the hight was adjusted so his ass was high in the air. Rani had originally trained him on this so he would know the correct position for kneeling to her.

Rani led Sara back to the wall and picked out another slim vibrator as well as a strap on and lube. Both women settled in behind Dean. He felt exposed and vulnerable because of how he was positioned. Rani guided Sara's hands to Dean's balls and showed her how to caress them. Dean jumped a bit in surprise at the light touch. Rani leaned forward and undid the leather ties holding the hard shield over his dick. His erection quickly grew and Sara wrapped her fingers around it. She was surprised at how smooth the skin was, almost velvety. Rani walked around Dean quickly fastening the restraints attached to the base bar so he was held at the wrists and ankles. He flinched and flexed his ass closed when she ran her finger over his puckered hole. He received a quick hard slap to each cheek when he attempted to pull away from her lubed finger pressing into him. Then he dared to speak.

"Mistress, you said this would wait until I was ready."

"You broke your half of the contract by bringing Sara here, therefore your concerns are no longer of any value."

"I'm rather glad he brought me here," Sara giggled.

"I am too dear, but he still needs to be punished," Rani answered as she caressed Sara's hair. At Sara's look of adoration Rani knew she had acquired another submissive. Rani quickly lubed Dean up, working two fingers into his ass slowly, the the small vibrator when he was relaxed enough. Dean couldn't believe how hard he got when she slid the vibe in and out of his ass. Rani handed Sara the harness for the strap on as she continued to work the toy in and out of his ass. Through Rani's motions Sara managed to slide the inner dildo into herself and buckle the straps correctly. The fleshy penis hanging down from her crotch was larger than the one currently held inside her. She ran her fingertips over the silicone toy and quickly spread the lube over it when Rani squirted some on the end with her free hand. Dean was actually rocking back to meet the vibe when Rani took it from him. He knew not to say anything but he already missed the little vibrator. If he had known it would feel that good he would have let Mistress do that long ago.

"Because this should be punishment that will be all the build up you'll get. Had you behaved I would have saved this next bit for when you were ready. And Dean? You're still not allowed to cum." Sara moved behind Dean and placed the head of the strap on at his hole. At Rani's nod she slowly pressed it in, all the way to the base in one smooth stroke. She stayed there while Dean worked his way though the pain. His whole body had tensed up but no sound had escaped from him. Rani patted his head.

"Such a good worm, though, you look more like a dog now."

After Dean relaxed a little Sara pulled all the way out and slid back in. She could feel the other dildo inside her moving as she moved. The little ridges right above it rubbed against her clit. Sara's rhythm slowly sped up until she was steadily thrusting into Dean so she could feel the toy inside her better. Rani reached around from behind Sara to stroke her breasts and lightly pinch the erect nipples. She slid her hands down Sara's sides to her waist and flicked the little switch on the harness. Both dildos began to vibrate causing Sara and Dean to gasp. Dean was obviously enjoying the filled feeling in his ass. Rani lay down in front of him with her pussy in his face and rested her heels on his shoulders.

"Be a good doggy and lick." Dean eagerly lowered his head and began eating his beloved Mistress out. He thrust his tongue into her and nibbled at her clit. Rani watched Sara over his back and smiled as she watched the orgasm building in her. She could feel her own doing the same. "Doggy, you can cum, after I have." She chuckled as his efforts doubled. To tease and torment a bit more she held her orgasm back for a little bit but she could finally resist no longer. Dean felt her thighs tighten around his head and her clit throb under his tongue and as he licked up her sweet juices he knew he would finally have his. Seconds later he moaned into her as his cock throbbed and spurted thick ropes of cum onto the floor below him. Sara cried out as she orgasmed again too. They each grew quiet and still as they recovered. Rani finally got up and went to help Sara turn off and remove the harness. Dean gave a quiet moan as the head popped out of his ass.

"Let's go to the hot tub out back," Rani suggested to Sara.

"Oh, that's sounds nice, but, what about him?"

"Hmm," Rani moved a new toy over behind Dean. "This should be good." The toy was a large box and a pole stuck out of it by about ten inches. On the end of the pole was a rubber dick. Rani placed the head at Dean's ass then fiddled with a few buttons on the side. The pole slowly lengthened and shoved the toy into Dean's ass, just as it bottomed out it began to retract so the toy slid back out.

"That's the slowest setting, I'm sure he'll be able to handle that. Dean, feel free to cum any time you need to. It may very well be awhile before you get that privilege again." Rani slipped her hand into Sara's and headed for the door. Neither Sara nor Dean had seen her palm the small remote for the toy, and the hot tub was well within range.

The sun had just begun to trickle through the blinds when I awoke. I glanced over at you, my Master, your short dark hair spilling over the pillow, your face lost in sleep. Smiling, our naked limbs entwined from the night before, I basked in the light as I planned the last details of the day. For today was the day I was going to show you what it was like to submit.
Gathering the toys in my arms, I began to sneak back over beside your bed. I stepped on a bard hat creaked under my feet… I inhaled deeply, and you shifted, but didn't wake up. With a sigh of relief, I made it back to you, undetected, and gently placed the toys on the bed, only keeping the rope in my hands. A glance to the clock told me it was 11:14, and a good time to begin your education.

I kissed your neck, and you rolled over with a groan, blinking sleepily. I took the chance to straddle you, trap your hands with mine, and tie them swiftly and securely over your head to the headboard.

"Good morning," I whispered, with another kiss.

You opened your eyes then, and tried to embrace me, only to find your hands were bound. A slow smile crept over your face. "Good morning, my slave… what is all this, then?"

I grinned. "I'm afraid I must correct you… as long as you are bound, you are mine, pet… It is, I believe, time you saw life through a submissive's eyes."

You chuckled, a bit surprised that my rope work was so well done. "I see," you said. "You will be, you know, severely punished for this later…"

"I don't think you're in a place to be making such threats," I countered with a smile. I pulled the sheet off of you, rubbing my already wet pussy over your naked chest. I watched with delight as your eyes widened, it clicking that I wasn't wearing underwear. I kissed your neck again, sliding the blindfold over your eyes, dragging the dog chain, which was cold, over your skin, enjoying the sight of goosebumps as they prickled your skin. I then clipped the chain around your neck, coming close to whisper, "Now you are collared by me," in your ear, licking gently, teasingly at your lobe as you moaned. I swung my leg back over you, kneeling at your side as I began to trace designs on your skin with my fingertips, stars and spirals dancing over your sensitive body. Your cock was already erect by this time, and you quietly whispered, "Please…"

I stopped. "Please what, my pet? I haven't even begun with you… you have much longer to wait before you can even think of cumming… and I certainly hope, for your sake, that you don't cum without permission…" I picked up the feather and tickled you with it, watching your cock swell even more as I teased you. I straddled you again, running my cunt over your body, rocking back and forth, feeling a delicious energy pulsing through my blood. After silently doing this for a while, my ass touching your cock but never rubbing against it, just sudden contact, I let my nails run over your sides, feeling you writhe under my fingertips.

"You like that, don't you?" I said, smiling, continuing to scratch lightly over your sides and nipples, noticing how you moved into the touches. All you could do was moan assent.

I then removed the blindfold, taking off my shirt and slowly, very slowly removing my bra to show you my peach nipples. "Do you like these?" I asked, letting my body come close to yours, pressing my breasts into your chest. You nodded silently, and I sat up again, dragging my pussy over your stomach. I pinched each nipple until it was pink and hard, standing up perkily to display itself to your eager eyes. "Wouldn't you love to have them in your hands?" I whispered, bouncing each breast in my hand softly. "Wouldn't you like to pinch then with your nails, to feel as they get aroused, all hard under your fingers?"

"Mmmm…" you replied, and I smiled. I lifted my skirt to show you my smooth cunt, and you moaned under me.

"What about this?" I asked, teasing you. "It's all nice and smooth… wouldn't you just love to run your hands over it, feel just how silky it is?" I stroked my fingers over it myself, and shivered a bit as I felt my pussy begin to drip juices down my thighs. I tucked the little skirt up, to make sure you had a good view, positioning myself right over your face as I twirled my finger over my clit. Then I inserted one finger into my eager and desperate pussy, removing it to taste my own cum on my finger… You moaned again, straining under me, struggling against your bonds desperately but futilely. I plunged two fingers, then three, into my hot, wet cunt, pumping them in and out, telling you throatily how good it feels, and how much I'd love for it to be your cock inside me, and wouldn't you like to have your cock inside me too? You wriggled and moaned, "Yes, please…" as I continued to pump my fingers, at last pulling them out and offering them to you.

"Lick them clean", I demanded, and you did so eagerly, taking every drop of my cum with your tongue. "If you clean them to my satisfaction, perhaps I will direct more attention to your cock," I whispered with a sly smile, rubbing my ass over your rock hard cock. When my fingers were at last completely clean, I turned, straddling you the opposite way, licking just your cock head with my tongue. My hair had come loose, and was brushing your ever-more-sensitive skin, my tongue ring tickling your cock head, sucking just the tip, lightly, then harder, then lightly again... teasing… always teasing…

My eyes met yours, a slight smile on my lips... I kissed your cock again, sliding my skin over yours, turning back around to straddle you again, my body now fully against yours. I kissed your lips, opening your mouth with my tongue, my breasts again pressing into your chest. Eagerly, needily you responded under me, your tongue plunging into my mouth, trying to regain some sort of control… but I pulled away, and kissed your neck, your cheek, your eyelids, chuckling to myself at your feeble attempt to be the Master here. I could feel my control, reveled in your situation, delighted in the pleasure shining from your eyes, how aroused I had made you. I kissed your lips again deeply, then ending that kiss, moving down your jawline, kissing to your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe, licking and tickling a little inside it... moving down your neck, licking it and biting at it softly. You moaned loudly, and I put a finger to your lips to hush you… I could tell you were on the brink of orgasm, and that I was bringing you close each time I touched you, never allowing you release.

I bent close to you, whispering in your ear, "If I let you loose now… what would you do?"

You closed your eyes meekly, and answered, "Whatever you wished of me, I'm sure…"

I dragged my hands over your arms, and untied the ropes… but when you were free, you suddenly flipped me onto my back, pinning my arms under me. I gasped, realizing I was about to get what had been coming to me, and there was precious little I could do to prevent it. My heart fluttered, and my eyes sparkled as you held my hands at my sides. I knew in my mind you would do this, that you would retake the control from me… and that was what delighted me.

"So, my little teasing slut," you growled, "Thought you would try the Domme thing on me, hmm?"

"Yes," I tried weakly, struggling a little but knowing it was no use.

"Well, my love, I believe it's time you made it up to me, don't you?"

I nodded.

"On your hands and knees," you commanded, removing the dog chain around your neck with a sharp smile. I quickly obeyed, my skirt draping over my naked ass, barely covering it. Deftly you flipped the skirt over my ass, exposing it, and I felt your hand smack each cheek, hard and fast and sweetly, a total of 10 times each, as I cried out for the mercy I prayed in my heart you wouldn't show me.

Then I felt you plunge your cock into my cunt, filling me totally, and I moaned, feeling the pent up desire build to a crest. You fucked me hard, your cock going deeper into me than I would have ever believed possible, my breasts heaving with each stroke.

"Thought you'd get away with it, didn't you, my lovely little whore?" you murmured, each word accented with another plunge of your cock into my begging pussy. I shook my head, unable to speak, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks as you fucked me. You pulled out quickly, positioning your cock head right over my waiting asshole, and you grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back as I gasped and moved my ass against your cock.

"What is it you want, hmm? Does my little slave want her ass fucked too?"

"Oh, please, yes," I groaned, pressing harder and more insistently.

You laughed a little. "And why should I, after your disobedience this morning?"

My mind was blank… I had no reason, no excuse… why, indeed, should he pleasure me when I had teased him so mercifully? "Please…" I begged, closing my eyes, feeling the tears of need fall from my cheeks. "I want to feel you inside me, my Master… I've been bad, I know… and I'm sorry… just, oh, please, fuck me hard!"

In response you plunged into my tight ass, and I screamed as you began to fuck me as mercilessly there as you had my cunt. The waves of orgasm overcame me, and the joy of being so thoroughly used, so delightfully owned, became too much… suddenly in my ear, I heard the words I longed for so much…

"Cum, my little slut, my darling slave," you commanded, and I allowed myself release, felt the climax shudder through my body with an intensity I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt you cum into my ass, your semen flooding it gloriously. I had never felt so full and so

desired in my life.

You pulled out, and I whimpered, feeling the loss. You held me close, my ass still reddened from my spanking, and you kissed me so tenderly.

"I must say," you murmured, "while being a submissive is lovely, I much prefer to be the Dominant in these situations." And with that you kissed me, and whispered, "And I admire your restraint, to be able to take what I have to give so well. I adore you, my dear."

I smiled and nuzzled you. "Yes… turnabout may be fair play… but I like much more to be in your bonds."

And with that, the sun bathing our naked and exhausted bodies, we fell back into the realm of dreams.