The subjects I enjoy reading about in Penthouse Variations are bondage and spanking. The thought of being bound to a bed, exposed and helpless, knowing my bottom will be spanked, arouses me to no end. Recently, I decided to make it happen, but with a woman instead of a man. I selected a black dress that came to mid-thigh, black bikini panties with matching garter belt, lace-topped stockings, and high heels. To signal my need, I put on a dog collar I’d purchased.
I took a cab to a bar where I’d seen some leather women. Surprised to find it so quiet for a Friday night, I wiggled my way up to the bar, climbed up on the stool, and ordered a glass of wine. Within minutes, a strong-looking woman came up and asked if she could buy me a drink. I was immediately attracted to her.
She had long dark hair, full breasts, and long legs. I discovered she was twenty-six and single. Lena, as I was directed to call her, was a sales manager for a computer firm and was finishing her MBA at the university. Since my degree is in computer science, we had a lot in common.
It wasn’t long before we were talking like old friends, and I began to share with her what I really wanted. She listened and smiled knowingly when I used the words “sex slave.” Then she put her arm around my shoulders, caressing my neck and sending electric shocks through my body. When she asked if I wanted to go to her place, I accepted without hesitation.
Lena’s apartment was exactly as I’d imagined—feminine with tasteful pieces of art, all of beautiful nude women. She offered me a drink and told me to make myself comfortable, then excused herself. She returned minutes later wearing a short, sheer robe. Sitting down next to me on the couch and looking me straight in the eye, she asked if I had every really been someone’s sex slave. I blushingly confessed my obsession with bondage and discipline.
Lena led me to her bedroom and told me to take off my dress. I whimpered as she gently ran her hands over my exposed flesh. Her pinching of my nipple sent a sensation of pain and pleasure through my eager body. She ordered me to remove my panties and to put on a black thong bikini that barely covered my pussy and left my bottom nearly naked. Then she took off my collar, replacing it with one of hers that had a short leash attached. To complete the outfit, she made me step into really high heels.
She put on a record and ordered me to dance, telling me to shake my breasts and wiggle my bottom. As I attempted to perform for her, I kept stumbling in my heels. Saying that I deserved to be disciplined for not knowing how to dance, Lena led me to her bed by the leash on my collar. I was ordered to stand at the foot of her four-poster while she secured my arms to the top of the posts and my legs to the bottom. This left me standing spread-eagled, facing the bed. At the head of the bed was a huge mirror, and in it I saw an aroused naked woman, bound and totally vulnerable.
Lena removed her dress and panties. She rubbed the panties in my face and then put them in my mouth, tying a stocking around my head to hold them in place. Putting the other stocking in my hand, she told me I was to drop it if the pain got to be too much. Then, reaching under her bed, she brought out a whip that was about two feet long.
Walking behind me, Lena ran the whip over my back, up my thighs and between my ass cheeks. She patted my pussy, the end of the whip nipping at my exposed lips. Then she stopped, and it was very still. Suddenly, the whip struck my naked buttocks with a loud, frightening sound, searing the tender flesh and sending an electric shock of pain and pleasure through my body. The blows came faster as I struggled against my bonds. Moving down my thighs, where the flesh is more sensitive, she whipped the naked skin above my stockings, making me cry out. In the mirror, I could see my breasts bouncing around.
To my joy, the suffering was accompanied by pleasure unlike any I’d ever known. My pussy was soaked, desperate for relief. Lena put her cheek near mine, a knowing smile on her face. As she rubbed the tip of the whip’s handle across my breasts, I almost dropped the stocking but hung on, waiting for the punishment to continue. Lena resumed whipping my buttocks. As I tugged against the ropes that bound my arms and legs in a futile attempt to avoid the whip, my body shook with an intense orgasm that left me hanging limp and exhausted.
With the wild humping of my hips, Lena had ceased her attack. Then I felt something prod my virgin asshole. An animal moan escaped through my panty gag as I felt her fingers stretching my opening. Suddenly, an object, a dildo, was entering my ass. I heard Lena tell me to relax as she worked the thing inside me. And then I was full. Nothing had ever entered my rear hole, and it felt wonderful.
Slowly, Lena worked the dildo in and out, at the same time teasing my juicy pussy and fingering my clitoris. As she continued fucking my ass, she held up to my face the largest dildo I had ever seen. I shuddered at the thought of being impaled by this monster cock, but my body betrayed me and before I knew it, my pussy had swallowed its entire length.
I was in heaven. A huge cock was stuffed up my cunt and a smaller one was up my ass. Lena continued fucking me with the dildos as she began sucking on my sensitive nipples. God, it was wonderful! Again I erupted in a massive orgasm. A moment later, Lena released me from my bonds, and I collapsed on the bed. Quickly, she rolled me onto my back and bound my arms and legs to the four posts.
Clad only in her stockings and garter belt, she removed my gag and then lowered her pussy to my lips, ordering me to lick her. I consumed her pussy, nipping at her clitoris, sucking greedily on her until she let out a guttural, “Yes, oh yes. Suck my clit,” and then came. At almost the same time, my pussy rewarded me with another orgasm.
I spent the rest of the night with Lena and have seen her regularly ever since. I have become her sex slave, serving on two occasions as the main course for a special female friend of hers who also enjoys taking me out for an evening of humiliation before returning to Lena’s apartment for a good discipline session.
—Ms. O.I., Cleveland, Ohio