For twelve years, I worked for a very busy, talented doctor. I started right out of nursing school and soon became as knowledgeable about all the procedures he performed as he was. I loved working for him and only left when he moved to another town. I was always strictly professional, but at night, I’d go home and fantasize about Doctor Dave. As I made dinner or watched TV, I’d think about what might have been. Even now, so many years later, I still think of him fondly, sometimes jerking off to dirty scenarios of me dominating him. This is what my typical fantasy is like:
The workday has ended, and we’re alone in the office and have the exam room all to ourselves. The silence is eerie, but also arousing. The handsome doctor looks even sexier than usual, and all I want to do is grab his ass—so I do. As I brush past him to put away some equipment, I grab a handful of his butt cheek. “Now that our day is over, I’m in charge of what goes on around here,” I say, giving voice to the fantasy I’ve had of taking control since my first day.
When he moans, I know he wants the same thing. I hear a clatter as he drops something on the floor. When he kneels to pick it up, I give him a sharp whack on the ass. “Leave it,” I bark. “You’re going to take off all your clothes and climb up onto this examination table. Then you will spread your legs and place them in the stirrups.” My tone leaves no room for argument. I stand up, surveying my surroundings with a new sense of pride and power—suddenly, I control what will happen, rather than taking orders from anyone else. I shuck off my lab coat to reveal a low-cut top that makes my cleavage spill out, along with a tight skirt sporting a bulge in front. I tap my foot on the floor as I wait for him to climb onto the table. The longer I have to wait, the harder he’ll have to work to make it up to me.
Finally, Doctor Dave is naked. His fat, hard cock stands upright as he tries not to groan in pleasure. Splayed out on the table, he no longer looks like the muscular, in-charge doctor I know him to be. “I have a surprise for you,” I tell him. “Do you need me to buckle your hands down, or do you think you can keep them to yourself?” We’ve morphed into a dominant/ submissive relationship in moments, revealing our true natures.
“I’ll keep them to myself,” he says, his voice much softer than his normal tone.
“Very good,” I say, not yet letting on how turned on I am that he is obeying my commands. “And to reward you, I have a treat I think you’re going to like. Close your eyes,” I say, and when he does, I strip down until all I am wearing is the dildo and harness I had put on in the bathroom during my last office break. The cock is bright red and pretty big. I walk over and tell him to open his eyes so he can see me as I stroke it in my fist as one would a real cock. His eyes widen and he licks his lips. I see a bit of nervousness and intense excitement on his face, then turn to see his cock bobbing in the air. I know it must be a huge effort for him to keep his hands steady at his sides, but he does.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with this dick?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over the head, making my cunt tighten as I stroke it suggestively. When he doesn’t answer, I walk closer, reaching out to pinch one of his nipples. He groans, and I tell him, “I’m going to fuck your little asshole. I’m going to make sure tonight’s a night you’ll never forget.” As I speak, I lean over so I can fondle both his hard nubs at once. From his gasps and the jerking of his cock, I know he wants more than a light rub, so I pinch them in earnest.
After making sure they’re as hard as they can be, I let go and walk over to the end of the table. “Maybe next time I’ll use some nipple clamps on you,” I say as I reach for a bottle of lube I’ve stashed on a corner table. I let the first drop fall onto his asscrack, which is conveniently open to me by the positioning of his legs. Seeing his body shudder as the liquid greets his flesh makes me reach down and rub my pussy, shoving two fingers inside, then taking them out and lightly stroking his cock to let him feel my wetness. Then I drizzle some lube onto the dildo, making it slick.
I rub the head of the toy against his waiting hole. He wiggles against me. “I wonder what your patients would think if they could see their powerful doctor submitting to his nurse and getting fucked in the ass,” I say as I press forward enough to send the head of the dildo into his tight, puckered hole. I lean on one of his thighs, holding on as I press in deeper. “I bet they have no idea that deep down you’re just another man who longs to surrender to a powerful woman,” I say, shoving the cock all the way inside. He moans loudly with pleasure, a look of pure bliss on his face.
His dick is standing straight up, beckoning me to touch it. I grab hold of it and keep my fist tight around it as I get a rhythm going, feeling the base of the dildo push back against my hard clit as I rock into him. “If only I’d known what a turn-on this would be for you, I’d have taken a stethoscope and tied your wrists behind you a long time ago. But it makes sense—the way you’re always acting like you’re better than everyone around here. You’ve been asking for someone to put you in your place.” I begin grinding against him, slamming the full length of the large toy into his tight hole.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself, Doctor?” I ask, injecting as much sarcasm into his title as I can. Even though he’s the boss, it means nothing as he lies there and takes everything I deign to give him. My pussy swells with the thrill of having him at my mercy. I shove into him, sure that the makers of these tables did not intend them to be used for butt-fucking, but they are the exact right height. I watch the red cock emerge from his hole while I give him a handjob. When he starts bucking up and down, trying to get me to go faster, I drop his cock and pull mine out of his ass.
I step away from the table as he makes mewing noises of disappointment, then walk over to our cabinet and take out a speculum. I bring it over to him, opening and closing the plastic device right in front of his eyes. He blinks, and I let it loudly snap closed, startling him. “If you don’t stay still and behave, I might have to shove this up your ass to give you a little examination for a change.” His lips press together as if he’s containing a moan.
“Pia, I’d like to come soon, please,” he says, doing his best to be polite when all he wants is to spurt.
“Not until I do,” I say, placing the speculum next to him as a reminder. I return to my position and ram my cock back into his hole. I make sure it’s hitting my clit at just the right angle as I surge into him. I place my hands on his legs, letting my thumbs massage his inner thighs while I fuck him in the way that feels best for me. Meanwhile, he waits his turn, biting his lip and clearly trying not to erupt before he’s allowed. As I feel my orgasm getting closer, I again rub my slit and push three fingers into my tight cunt. My other hand holds the dildo by its base and rubs it against my clit until I cry out, leaning against the table as I climax.
“Now you may come, too,” I say, pulling out and rubbing the red dildo against his own cock, pushing the two phalluses together until he spurts all over them. He grunts and pants as his load gushes over his real cock and my fake one.
I make him clean up the mess he’s made, plus finish tidying up the office—that’s normally my job, but our roles have reversed.
I have plenty of other fantasies about Dave that have gotten me through many lonely nights. I still fit into my old nurse’s uniform, and if I ever run into the good doctor, I just may share my fantasies with him.
—Ms. Pia B., via email
I recently discovered that my girlfriend, Helen, had some feather boas hidden away in the back of her closet. I discovered them by accident, and these fluffy little accessories actually helped propel our sex life from good to spectacular.
The evening of my revelation, she was rushing around to get ready for a charity fundraiser and asked me to fetch a dress from her closet. While inside, I came across a fluffy, soft mass of feathers. I took her black dress off the hanger and picked up a thin lilac boa. As it grazed my arm, my mind raced with the erotic possibilities. What if, instead of just draping these ticklish feathers around her neck, I used them to tie her up and tease her? I already knew she was ticklish from accidentally brushing against certain sensitive spots while in bed and figured that sensation could be heightened while she was restrained.
I kept this observation to myself for the moment, though my hard cock might have given my dirty thoughts away if Helen had been paying any attention to me. She was so busy putting the finishing touches on her makeup, however, that she barely noticed the wicked look on my face. It wasn’t until we were on the way home, stopped at a red light, that I took the end of her lilac boa and brushed it lightly under her arm. She laughed loudly, slapping at the feathers. “That tickles!” When I brushed it under her chin, she laughed and used both hands to swat at me. “What are you doing?”
“Just having a little fun. I can’t believe you had all those boas in your closet and never showed them to me. I want to use them when we get home,” I said, letting go and stepping on the gas.
“Use them? You mean you want to wear my boas?” Helen asked with a confused look on her face. The suggestion made me laugh, and I hurried to elaborate, while still keeping my plans secret.
“No, not use them on me, use them on you. You’ll see,” was all I said as I purposely ignored her, which I knew would only make my inquisitive girl even more curious. She can be very stubborn when she doesn’t get what she wants, and my not fully explaining my comment had her mind racing. I could tell from the way she kept blowing her bangs up out of her eyes that she was really frustrated. She fiddled with her seatbelt and kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye.
Then her gaze flitted down to my lap, where my cock was swelling in my pants. She didn’t say anything else, figuring that in this case, it was best to hold off. We were almost home, and the thought of twisting those feathered boas around her wrists and watching her squirm got me going all over again. I felt hornier than I could ever remember being and practically shoved her into the house. “Go take out your entire boa collection,” I told her. Helen opened her mouth to question me, but then closed it. She knew she’d find out my plans sooner by doing my bidding.
When I got upstairs a few minutes later, I found her lying across the bed and surrounded by a multicolored pile of beautiful boas. She had her hands above her head and her eyes closed, with her legs spread enough so that I could see her panties beneath her dress. “Stay right there,” I said, my dick hardening even more as I approached her. She looked up at me, her eyelashes fluttering as she did her best to stay still. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I said, not giving anything away just yet.
Then I lifted her dress over her head, my cock jerking as she struggled to get out of it. Finally, she was loose. She sat up slightly and reached behind herself to undo her bra. After she removed it, I took both her hands and raised them back above her head. “I told you to stay where you were, Helen.” I took the purple boa and knotted it around her wrists.
Helen moaned as soon as she realized what I was doing. “That’s right—I’m going to tie you up with your own boas and then tickle you with their feathers until you’re begging to be fucked. I’m going to torment you—in a good way,” I teased. I reached my hand between her legs as she wiggled against her new bonds. Even though the boas certainly weren’t made with bondage in mind, they did their job well. I rubbed my fingers against her panty-covered cunt while she tested her bonds. Her pussy got wetter and wetter the more she struggled against the ticklish knots.
“You like it, don’t you? You like being at my mercy, knowing that I can take one of these pretty boas,” I said, trailing the end of a hot-pink boa along her neck, then down into her armpit, “and tease you with it. Before I fuck you, I’m going to run these feathers along your thighs and pussy until you beg me for my cock.”
“Hmm,” was all Helen could come up with as I slipped off her panties, so that all she was “wearing” was the purple boa.
“I think you need a little more decoration,” I said, taking a fluffy black boa and wrapping it around and over her breasts. I grabbed another boa and rubbed their feathers along her skin. She giggled when I passed over her stomach, then gasped when I let the pile of plumes brush against the wetness between her spread legs. I dropped most of them back onto the bed, then held the end of one boa in my hand and brought it down to her sole. She playfully kicked out at me, and I captured her foot in my hand. “There’ll be none of that, my sweet, unless you want me to tie your ankles together, too,” I warned her, noting the shudder that passed through Helen’s gorgeous body as my words filled her ears.
I teased her by wrapping one boa around her ankle, but then she eagerly spread her legs. Her pussy looked beautiful, as if it were beckoning me, and my cock was throbbing so hard, I let go of her legs.
I positioned my face at the entrance to her cunt, smiling as I inhaled her scent. She raised her bound wrists above her head, then let them drop, while her knees opened wider to reveal even more of her pussy lips. I lapped at her sex, savoring that first taste of her delicious cream. I held on to her hips, pushing my tongue even deeper into her wet, warm hole. Helen was squirming as her pussy welcomed me in. She slithered against me as she arched her hips upward. I cupped her ass cheeks and feasted on her cunt until she was on the brink of orgasm. Normally, her hands would be running all over my head, tangling in my hair and kneading the back of my neck, but now they couldn’t, thanks to my boa knotwork. I found her helplessness incredibly exciting.
When I could tell she was on the brink of climax, I pulled back. “Dennis,” she wailed, trying to draw me back in. I stood up, making like I was about to leave, though I could never leave her when she looked so tempting. Instead, I did a slow striptease, making sure my dick hovered very close to her.
“See something you like?” I asked as I took off my shirt and pants, then finally removed my boxers. She whimpered, licking her lips and spreading her legs wide open. I covered her body with mine, threading my fingers through hers as the boa tickled my wrists as well. I let my hard cock rub against her pussy lips, teasing her, while the weight of my body effectively pinned her to the bed. She curled her fingers against mine, while trying to force me inside, but I spent a few delicious minutes savoring the feeling of her sleek slit as it welcomed my hard shaft, before I simply couldn’t resist. I shoved my cock inside her cunt, kissing Helen’s soft lips as I did. I rubbed her wrist with one of my thumbs, sliding it beneath the ticklish boa. She wiggled her hips incessantly, forcing my cock even deeper inside her as she writhed.
I relished the power I had over Helen, slamming my cock deep inside her as I teased her bound breasts with the ends of the boas. I lifted my head, moving it so I could suck on one nipple while pinching the other through a layer of feathers. Then I rose so I could survey my sexy girlfriend in all her feathered, immobilized glory. “You could have gotten me to tie you up much sooner if you’d showed me your boa stash,” I told her, taunting her with the feathers as I brushed them against her neck.
She arched her head back, thrusting her hips as she did, which sent my cock burrowing deep inside her. I stopped talking and started fucking her as hard as I could, feeling my cockhead meeting her cervix with each thrust while her head and bound arms flopped back against the bed. I looked on as she curled and opened her fingers, vainly tugging against her bonds. “From now on, every time you wear any of these boas, you’re going to think about my cock and about the way you feel right now. In fact, I predict these boas aren’t going to have much of a life outside of our bedroom,” I told her as I crashed down against her, spurting my load into her hole as I imagined her walking down the street, her cheeks blushing a furious red as a boa tickled her neck and made her pussy tingle. I pulled out, then shoved three fingers into her cunt. She came with only a few thrusts of my fingers, crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her.
I discovered another plus to using her feathered accessories for bondage—they didn’t leave any marks. Our boa bondage would be our little secret, but one that ensured that the mere mention of a feather would be enough to send us scurrying to the bedroom. I plan to investigate what else is lurking in Helen’s closet very soon. Who needs fancy sex toys when you can have kinky fun without spending a penny?
—Mr. Dennis L., Detroit, Michigan
“Mistress Megan, I’ll do anything you want me to. I’m at your service and want to worship you with my tongue—and my cock. I will clean your house naked and let you order me around. I will let you shackle me to the bed and have your way with me. Anything to please you. Your slave, Jeff.”
I sent the email to my mistress, then looked at the time and realized I was running late. I closed my laptop, then scrambled to get dressed before kissing my wife, Vivian, good-bye as I hurriedly left the house. On my drive in to work, my cock hardened as I thought about all the devilish things I’d promised my mistress I’d do for her when we finally met in person. I love my wife, don’t get me wrong, and we have great sex, but I couldn’t really picture her doing the things my online dominant told me she wanted to do to me.
I liked having each of them in my life, each fulfilling a different purpose, and I have to admit that having a naughty little secret also filled me with some glee. My e-mail exchanges with my mistress had opened my mind to the possibilities of submission, which I was eager to explore in real life. After a month of steamy chatting, in which I told her all the ways I wanted to pleasure her, I was eager to meet her in person. I thought it would be too uppity of me to ask for all the things I wanted, like her shackling me to the bed, spanking me with her bare hand, and telling me precisely when and how I could jerk off, but from her bossy written tone, I knew she shared my fantasies. We arranged to meet at a local bar, and in the days leading up to our encounter, I was so horny I could barely contain myself. I masturbated in the shower, picturing Mistress Megan pinching my nipples, tying up my cock, and controlling me in every way.
Finally, the day I would meet my own personal goddess arrived. My cock was hard all day from thinking about serving her. But when I got to the bar, I got the surprise of my life—not only was the gorgeous Mistress Megan waiting for me, but so was Vivian! I stood there with my jaw hanging open. While I panicked over being caught, part of me was turned on by seeing the two hottest women in my life in the same room. Both stood when I entered, crossing their arms in front of their chests. Mistress Megan was even taller and more imposing than I had expected her to be. She was more than a head taller than Vivian, and clad all in black, with pointy, tall heels, bright red lipstick, and long, black hair. She looked much like the photo I’d seen of her, but managed to make me even more nervous and aroused than she ever had in our online game playing.
“What’s going on?” I asked, since neither of them seemed inclined to say a word.
“Why don’t you tell us?” Vivian asked, stepping closer. I couldn’t decipher the look on her face—she might have been angry, or amused, or aroused—or perhaps all three.
“I… well… I guess you’ve met Megan,” I said to Vivian, trying to look contrite even as my cock started tenting my pants.
“So, submitting to a woman turns you on?” she said, her eyes traveling down to my erection, before she stepped closer and lightly ran her fingers over my cock. I didn’t care about all the people who might be watching; my only concern was what the two women in front of me thought. “Yes, you’re right. I’ve not only met Megan, but I’ve read all your correspondence. In fact, she and I have figured out just what you need to do to repent for straying from me.”
Her fingers ran up from my crotch to my neck and under my chin. Her touch electrified me and made me look at my beloved wife in a completely new way—maybe she wasn’t so far in temperament from my mistress, after all! She turned me so I was facing away from her, then grabbed me by my shirt collar. I heard the clack of heels on the floor and then Mistress Megan was behind me, too, grabbing my ass as the two imposing women pushed me forward. I was about to get the kind of treatment all submissive men long for.
They led me the three blocks to Mistress Megan’s car like that, with my face blushing and my cock rock-hard. I had no idea what they were going to do to me—I had only imagined being “punished” by my mistress, not two women at once! “Lie down and don’t get up until the car stops,” Mistress Megan barked at me as Vivian opened the door and put me in the backseat. I wouldn’t have dreamed of disobeying them, so I lay there with my cock throbbing and my senses on high alert. The two women kept up a steady banter during the ride, as if I hardly even existed. Somehow, being ignored also turned me on no end—the thrill of having these powerful women bonding and knowing they’d already crafted a punishment regimen for me made me so horny I almost came in my pants.
But instead, I waited patiently, not saying a word. When Mistress Megan pulled into a parking space, they both got out. Vivian was the one who opened the door nearest my head. I looked up at her, awed by how tall and imposing she appeared from that angle. I opened my mouth to say something, but she stopped me. “No talking, Jeff, or we’ll have to gag you,” she declared before leading me out of the car.
They marched me inside, where I was led down the stairs to a dungeon. Mistress Megan had alluded to her well-stocked dungeon in our chats, but the sight of it took my breath away. The walls were full of implements ranging from floggers, to handcuffs, to knives and coils of rope. The women led me over to a bench, but before bending me over, they made me strip. “Take your clothes off—now!” Mistress Megan commanded. I must have moved too slowly as I unzipped my pants because Vivian stepped forward.
“I’ll do it, since you’re such a slowpoke,” she said, roughly removing my clothes. Then my mistress tied my ankles and wrists to the bench’s legs, while Vivian wrapped a blindfold around my eyes. I couldn’t see, but I could certainly feel as they took turns slapping my ass. Their blows got progressively harder as the spanking continued. “You thought you were so sly, didn’t you, Jeff? Well, I was on to you from the first letter you wrote. Megan knew you were married, so she wasn’t shocked to hear from me. In fact, I’ve been feeding her some ideas about ways to deal with you,” my wife said, her words shocking me. “Vivian’s not the dominant type?” my wife continued mockingly, quoting my own words back to me as she slapped my ass with a stiff, hard object that felt like a ruler, delivering one whack to punctuate each harshly spoken word.
“You have one chance to redeem yourself,” Mistress Megan said, and I moaned. “Quiet, or we really will shove a gag in your mouth. For now, though, we’re going to stuff your mouth full of pussy. You have to get both of us off with your tongue in ten minutes, otherwise we’re going to find a new slave. And yes, that includes your pretty little wife,” she said, untying me, then slipping off my blindfold in time for me to see her grab Vivian and give my wife a lusty, tongue-filled kiss. My dick went wild at the sight of those beautiful women kissing, and my mouth watered at the mere thought of worshiping two beautiful pussies.
They stopped kissing, and I crawled over to them. “Oh, there’s a catch,” said my mistress. She then took my wrists and bound them behind my back. “We just want your tongue—not your hands or your cock,” she said before removing her clothes to reveal a neatly trimmed bush.
She then planted her pussy on my face, effectively smothering me with her cunt. My outstretched tongue drove inside her, and I tasted her savory juices for the very first time. I pressed upward with my tongue, wishing I could also massage her clit with my fingers, but I made do. She started rocking back and forth against me, but just as I was really getting into it, my mistress pulled away. “Don’t ignore your wife, slave,” she said. The more gruffly they treated me, the more turned on I got, and when Vivian grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and shoved my face into her shavedbare pussy, I almost spurted.
I willed my cock to be patient, then proceeded to eat my wife’s cunt like I’d never eaten it before. I put my entire face into it, nuzzling my nose against her clit, running my tongue along her creamy slit, and sucking on her clit. She moaned when I did that, easing her grip on me, and I sucked harder. I felt Mistress Megan’s nails running up and down my back, then her fingers grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. “Oh!” I exclaimed, pulling away for a second before redoubling my efforts.
“That’s it—I own your mouth, Jeffrey, and I am going to put it to good use,” my wife said as she writhed against my flickering tongue. I could tell that she wanted to hold out and make me “work” for as long as possible, but my oral offerings were too powerful, and Vivian came, splashing me with her juices. They ran down my chin even though I tried my best to swallow them as they gushed out of her pussy.
Vivian’s pussy was replaced by Mistress Megan’s. There’s really no way to claim I was eating her; it was more like she was riding me, using me like a sex toy. She came when she was good and ready, while I had exactly the opposite problem—trying to enjoy the sweet taste of her pussy without spurting my load onto the floor.
Once both women had come, they told me to wait patiently for them while they went upstairs to shower. I could’ve walked around, but my hands were still tied behind my back. I waited for them on my knees, staring at my cock and longing to touch it. It was the longest half hour of my life as I imagined Mistress Megan spanking Vivian as the water splashed against them. I was hoping they’d let me climax once they finally came downstairs, but I guess I’d been too naughty to allow even that. Vivian sent me home, telling me she was going to stay over at Mistress Megan’s and dream up more kinky torments for me. At home, I finally got to stroke my cock and came in about two seconds. When I logged on to my computer, I had a message from Mistress Megan and Mistress Vivian. “Meet us here in the morning. We have a present for you.”
When I met them the next day, they presented me with a black collar. “Our pet” was engraved in the leather. “You’re to wear this at all times,” Mistress Vivian told me. “We’re going to train you to follow our orders. If you can’t obey, then you will soon find yourself single.” I now wear my collar proudly and answer to both my mistresses’ demands—preferably at the same time.
—Mr. Jeffrey G., New York, New York
Last week, my boyfriend, Ed, threw me a fabulous surprise party, complete with all the people who are important to me, and a chocolate layer cake featuring twenty-eight candles blazing on top of it. I screamed when I walked through the door. I had expected a quiet dinner, only to find a roomful of people, all there to see me. I was so overcome with happiness that I cried, then washed my face and proceeded to drink champagne, mingle, and appreciate every second of my spectacular party.
As the last guest finally headed out, I thought we might slip into bed, but Ed had other plans for me. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked in a low voice as I started to creep upstairs, ignoring the smattering of cups, glasses, and other detritus from our revelry.
I turned toward him, confused for a moment, until I saw the decidedly lecherous look on his face. That could only mean one thing—he wanted to spank me. And since it was my birthday, I was in for an extra-special treat, or at least my ass was. We have a longstanding ritual whereby on my birthday, our normally light spanking play takes a turn for the intense, with the kind of smacks that send shudders of excitement racing through my body and seem to make any thoughts in my brain simply evaporate.
When he spanks me like that, we both go to another place. I feel like I’m floating, then I’m brought back to earth by the feel and sound of his hand slamming against my waiting flesh, as my upturned cheeks throb with the need for his touch. My birthday is always an excuse for us to channel this energy into a combination of spanking and sex that’s the most exhilarating erotic activity I know of, but one that we have to save for special occasions.
If my ass could blush, it would’ve right then, as I backed down the stairs and looked directly at him. “Where do you want me?” I asked, my voice hushed.
He didn’t speak, but stepped forward, then picked me up in a fireman’s carry and brought me over to the couch. Pushing aside the stray pillows, he splayed me across his lap. Something about being in this position makes me feel the most vulnerable—and the most aroused. I’m granting him permission to have his way with my ass, to strike me however he pleases, and to celebrate my turning one year older by seeing if I can take more than I did the last time. I know couples who playfully swat each other as a form of light foreplay, but for Ed and me, spanking is a transcendent act. “Are you ready?” he asked as he lifted up my skirt to reveal the pale pink panties I’d donned that morning—and creamed just moments before when he’d given me that look.
I murmured my assent, but Ed was already reaching to find out for himself. Peeling down my panties just enough to reveal the round, lush curves of my ass, he said, “Hmm,” as he saw the evidence of my arousal. His finger dipped between my pussy lips, making me shudder. “I think you’re more than ready, Serena. But I want to hear you say it—beg me for your birthday spanking.”
He knows how much I love to get spanked by him, so this was just a way to prolong my anticipation. “Please spank me,” I said, my pussy flushed with desire as I turned my head to look up at him. “One for every year. I need it,” I said, getting straight to the point. We don’t bother playing games where I pretend to misbehave to get “punished” and instead just acknowledge that we both get off on our spanking give and take.
“Okay, Serena, you asked for it,” he said before raising his hand and bringing it crashing down onto my ass. I squirmed in his grasp, even though I didn’t want him to stop. I shifted so I could lean my head against his leg, feeling the warmth of his skin through the light fabric of his pants as he again brought his strength to bear on the other cheek. “We won’t know how many I’ve given you unless you count,” he said, and part of me was tempted to let him go for as long as he wanted, but I knew that part of the game was to pack as much pleasure into a given number of strokes as possible.
“Two,” I called out, my voice sure and steady. The next blow landed smack on the center of my ass, covering both cheeks, as if my asscrack were the bull’seye. I kept counting as he tried different techniques, such as opening his fingers, then cupping them. With each blow, I pressed a little closer to him, huddling in my position and slowly raising my ass higher. By the time we got to “twenty,” I was well on my way to climaxing.
“Serena, you weren’t thinking of coming already, were you? You know I want you to wait for me to join you,” he reprimanded, giving the next whack extra emphasis in conjunction with his words. I moaned, the only response I could muster as the sensation traveled from my ass up through my cunt and into my chest, arms, and head, making me shake with pleasure. “I didn’t hear you count, Serena,” he said, and the way he spoke my name, so deep and husky, made me melt.
“Twenty-one,” I said, sad to have almost reached the end of our session, but excited about the prospect of him sinking his hard, fat cock—which I could feel jerking underneath me—into my pussy. For the second time, he pressed his fingers into my sopping-wet tunnel, which had gotten even juicier with his carefully placed blows. He knows just where to strike to make me cream, and as he plunged his fingers inside me, I nuzzled against his thigh and squeezed my pussy tightly around his digits. “Yes,” I said, not even sure what I wanted by that point—more spanking or his cock.
“I’ll fuck you, birthday girl, but you have eight more smacks to go, and I’m gonna make them good,” he told me. Then he proceeded to do just that, doling out the next seven with an intensity he hadn’t shown earlier. I knew his hand had to be stinging as much as my ass was, but he didn’t let on. When I got to my “one to grow on,” I felt the heat rushing through not just my ass, but the area surrounding it as well. My whole body felt hot, swollen, and horny. When he finally flipped me over to face him, I was as limp as a noodle, with all of my consciousness centered in my sex.
He delicately carried me up the stairs as I wilted in his arms, my butt throbbing every time it brushed against him. He deposited me on the bed, then took a moment to admire me. “You know, Serena, you get more beautiful every year.” Then he took out his cock, and I opened my mouth instinctively to suck him for a moment before letting go and spreading my legs to welcome him into my pussy.
“Turn over,” he commanded, and I did so immediately, realizing that he wanted a view of my bottom, which he’d just so fabulously landscaped—it was now a vision of pink streaks. To aid him further, I reached behind me and spread myself for him.
“I’m ready for my birthday fucking,” I said, knowing it would be the perfect complement to my birthday spanking. There was no prelude or counting this time around. He simply slammed his cock into me, hard, just the way I wanted it. I moved my hands above my head and let him take my cunt again and again, offering up my body to him. Ed didn’t need to say a word to let me know he loved me—and wanted me to come. His thrusting hips and heavy grunts told me all I needed to know.
I slipped my hand down to play with my clit, which he encouraged. “Yes, touch yourself. Come for me, my naughty birthday girl.” He grabbed my ass then, squeezing my reddened cheeks, and that action made me come all over his cock and thereby cause him to erupt as well. Ed sank down against me, peppering my neck with kisses as we rolled over and over in our huge bed. “I want to give you your birthday spankings until we’re old and gray. Can you imagine what seventy-eight smacks will be like?” he whispered in my ear. My body tingled at the very thought.
—Ms. Serena L., Tempe, Arizona
When my fishing trip with my girlfriend, Tracy, got canceled because of a thunderstorm, we didn’t want it to ruin the entire weekend, so we swore we’d make our own fun at home. Tracy decided to bake chocolate chip cookies, warming the whole apartment and filling the air with their delicious scent. But when I went to sample the first batch, she stopped me, standing in front of the cookies, holding them hostage.
“I think you need to earn the right to sample these cookies. Now, strip naked and get into bed. Lie down on your back, your arms at your sides, with your eyes closed. I’ll be in to deal with you in five minutes.” Hearing her talk that way was music to my ears. We’re not a 24/7 lifestyle couple, but we do occasionally dabble in female domination, and when Tracy orders me to do something, I obey immediately. I was on my back on the bed in no time. As I waited, my cock started to stiffen in anticipation of what she might have in store for me—would she order me to masturbate for her, would she drip hot wax on my chest, would she make me suck one of her big dildos?
As my mind raced, Tracy walked back into the room holding a coil of black rope. I briefly peeked at her, even though she’d commanded me to keep my eyes shut. “Did you open your eyes?” she barked, her voice taking on that special tone she uses when she wants to let me know she’s in charge. I didn’t answer, hoping my silence wouldn’t condemn me. It didn’t matter, because either way, she was going to tie me up. Tracy finally granted me permission to open my eyes, then ordered me to extend my arms and legs toward the corners of the bed. As I did this, she took the rope and bound my hands to the bedposts, making sure the knots were secure by tugging at each rope.
The pressure of the bindings against my wrist sent a message to my cock. It went wild, jerking around crazily as she went about her task. Then she did the same with my ankles, before teasingly running her nails along my inner thigh. I shuddered, my limbs twitching as she kept touching me. She slowly stripped in front of me, my mouth salivating as she whipped off her bra, then her panties, until she was also totally nude. Tracy climbed on top of me, giving me a perfect overhead view of her sex. She began swaying above me, rotating her hips and then playing with her pussy, knowing that I was dying for a taste. “You wish you could get up right now, don’t you? You wish you could taste my sweet nectar, shoving your tongue deep into my hole?” The more she talked, the more aroused I got.
Tracy began pumping two of her fingers into her cunt, while with her other hand she pinched her nipples. My eyes soaked it all in, hungry for her body as she got herself off. She used to be a dancer and is steady on her feet, so she swiveled her hips and swooped down, bringing her pussy near enough for me to get a whiff of her special scent, but too far to be able to taste her, even though I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go. Then she turned around, moving her hands down so her body formed a pyramid, her pussy lips spread open above my face while her hair swayed against my cock. She blew on my hard dick, making me shudder. She’d left just enough give in the ropes so I could move slightly, but not enough to make any real difference in my position.
Tracy kept right on teasing me, turning around again and lowering herself onto me until our bodies met, her pussy flush against my cock. She writhed up and down my hard length, rubbing her pussy along my shaft and pressing her tits flat against my chest. Every move she made sent shock waves of pleasure shooting through my entire body. She had me right where she wanted me—at her mercy—and my girl certainly knew it. She gave me a wicked, devilish smile as she once again crouched above me, her hot pussy poised right above my cock so that the head brushed very lightly against her slick entrance. She hovered right there, on the verge of fucking me but not starting just yet, and held one of her breasts up to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, and she licked her own nipple. My cock twitched again, threatening to plunge right into her sopping hole, but she deftly raised her hips just enough to keep her cunt out of my reach.
Then my dexterous girl sucked her entire hard bud between her lips, showing off for me as she licked that nipple while doing everything she could think of to the other one—pinching it, flicking it, pushing it against her skin. I opened my mouth wide, my eyes pleading for just a sampling of her treasures. Finally, Tracy relented, bending forward, her ass in the air, as she granted my tongue access to her engorged nubs. I lapped at them like I’d never get to taste her delicious flesh again, my lips pursing around one hard, wet bud.
Just as quickly as she’d slipped her nipple into my mouth, she pulled back, shaking her chest from side to side, trailing her nipples across my lips. I groaned with agonized frustration, and she gave me one last taste before shifting and bringing her pussy down onto my face. I didn’t hesitate to jam my tongue deep into her cunt, raising my head as much as I could, given the bound state of my arms. As I tasted her musky sex, she pushed down against my probing tongue, and I felt her pussy get tighter as she let me eat her. My cock was really going wild by then, jerking around crazily as I swallowed her juices as fast as she could release them down my throat.
Then, keeping me confined to the bedposts, Tracy eased off my mouth, leaving my face sticky, the cool air sealing her pussy’s secretions against my cheeks and chin. Tracy sank back to her previous position, but this time, when my cockhead grazed her pussy’s entrance, she let it in, sliding down until she’d swallowed my entire shaft. She bounced up and down, her wetness the perfect complement to my swollen, long-suffering cock.
Having had to wait for so long with no way to relieve myself had made me wild with horniness, and I arched my hips upward, thrusting as best I could, given the circumstances. She rode me like a stallion, slamming her hips down against mine ferociously as she rubbed her aroused clit. Seeing her finally let go, her hair messy and wild, her nipples bright pink, her clit being whacked by her fast-moving fingers, was a sight to behold, and I kept my gaze on her as I delighted in her pussy. I felt her walls tighten as she clamped down around me, and when I felt the first rumblings of her orgasm hit, I knew that my own would be granted very soon. She panted as her climax traveled through her body, making her juices rain down onto me, then Tracy said, “You may come now.” I didn’t hesitate, shooting my load up into her cunt, the relief compounded by the fact that my cock was one of the few body parts that could move freely.
Tracy eventually slid off my cock and untied me, kissing each wrist and ankle, then curling up against me. She popped out of bed a few minutes later and said, “Stay right there,” then rushed out of the room. She returned bearing a tray of cookies and fed them to me right there in bed. All in all, I have to thank Mother Nature for keeping us homebound, so to speak—being tied up by my sexy girl beats a fishing trip any day!
—Mr. Derek L., Juneau, Alaska
My wife, Emma, and I recently listened to an audio book recording she’d picked up as a freebie at her magazine job. One story on the CD involved a woman whose birthday gift to her husband was to become his sex slave for the night. That morning, she handed him a small white card telling him that this long-held fantasy was her gift to him, and he could pick the day. He set the date for the following Friday, and when the day in question arrived, he left her a note telling her where to meet him that evening and what to wear: his favorite skintight black dress that buttons up the front, and no bra.
The woman telling the story recounted how much of a thrill she got out of following his orders to a tee, her voice going breathy as she described putting on the crotchless panties he’d ordered her to wear. She was aroused by the feeling of the cool air against her cunt, but also embarrassed at the idea that anyone might find out. The same with the no bra rule. Her arousal won out, though.
The restaurant where they met was a dimly lit, romantic place with candles dotting the room. Her husband handed her a note telling her that she had to be accompanied to the bathroom, and that he would order for them. She should only speak when spoken to. As the woman described these events, her voice trembled with excitement. It continued in that vein, with him controlling every aspect of their evening, including when and how she eventually came.
By the time the CD was over, both of us were practically climbing the walls. Our hands had been crawling all over each other as we listened, our minds racing with the same naughty possibilities, because we share a mutual fondness for me bossing her around, but we’d never done anything like that before.
Without another word, we attacked each other, and I pinned her down on the bed. “Put your hands above your head,” I snarled, getting off on the rush of power as she immediately stretched her hands above her head, her face and body the picture of submission. “Spread your legs,” I said, and she moved them as wide apart as she could. She was shivering with excitement, her eyes glowing as she awaited my next command.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re not to come until I tell you to,” I said, and when she didn’t reply, I continued. “Do you hear me?” I asked, pinching her nipple. I felt Emma shudder beneath me and knew we were both getting off on this scene. I put my naughty side to the test, whipping out my cock and slapping it against her pussy. “You like that, don’t you, my sweet little slave?” I kept up a steady stream of dirty talk, alternately calling her a slut and telling her how sexy she was as I slid my cock inside her. When I kissed her roughly, then lightly pinched her breast, she shuddered with pleasure. Her body was an instrument I could pluck at will, resulting in the finest sexual symphony either of us could’ve imagined.
“I want to do what the woman on the CD did,” she confessed. “I want to be your sex slave for one night and let you do anything you want to me,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting. I looked down at her and felt a swell of tenderness and excitement at the prospect of making her my plaything for a night. All sorts of naughty possibilities raced through my mind as I slammed my cock hard into her, getting more aroused with each thrust while Emma lay passively beneath me, letting me fuck her as I desired. I came first, then commanded her to come, pinching her clit and shoving my fingers into her dripping pussy as she ground against me. I felt her cunt get tighter and tighter as I pushed her toward climax. I felt a wonderful rush of power as I controlled exactly when and how she would come.
When we were done, the air was charged with the excitement of our newfound roles. I told her that the next night would be her night to be my sex slave, daring her to protest. Emma opened her mouth, about to comment, but quickly closed it, and I smiled and patted her head. “Good girl. From now on you’re going to realize how much more pleasure can be had from giving me what I want.”
The next day proceeded as usual, except that my cock was rock-hard from my plotting out what I would do to Emma. As a special treat, I’d bought a metal collar emblazoned with the word “Slave.” I also had some serious plans for her perky nipples, but couldn’t think about it too much lest I blow off work entirely in favor of jerking off.
I called Emma when I was on my way home. “Emma, I’ll be home soon and I want you to answer the door naked when I ring the bell. Put the satin sheets on the bed, and make sure your pussy’s ready to be fucked—hard.” Then I hung up on her, humming to myself as I drove. By the time I got home, my cock was swollen from the image of her on her hands and knees, the collar around her neck, sucking me off. She greeted me as ordered, absolutely naked, and I immediately pulled her close, grabbing her into a hug from which she couldn’t escape as I kissed her. She squirmed against me, her naked body making my cock even harder. Then, just as her tongue began snaking into my mouth, I pulled away. Emma looked slightly disappointed, but then quickly bowed toward me, intuiting exactly how I wanted her to behave.
“Turn around, slave,” I said, and she did, gracing me with her gorgeous backside. I pinched her ass, then ran a finger along the slickness between her legs, but no sooner had I started than I stopped. I sucked my finger, savoring her musky juice before taking out the collar and fastening the cool metal around her neck. I reached around to press my fingers along the engraved portion, noting how it fit around her throat; there was a little give, but it would certainly make its presence known every time she spoke, swallowed, or moved. I let her suck on my first two fingers for a moment, before taking them out. “On your knees,” I said, guiding her down to the floor. She quickly got on her hands and knees, and I walked around her, staring down and observing her form. “Now crawl up the stairs. I’ll be behind you, and you better be quick.”
I got quite the eyeful as my wife climbed the stairs on her hands and knees. Her ass beckoned to me and made me want to fuck her in both holes. When we got upstairs, though, her sexy breasts grabbed my attention. I’ve always been a breast man, and her gorgeous 34C boobs enticed me. When I’d bought the collar, I’d also gotten a set of nipple clamps. We’d never tried them before, but she’d asked me to pinch, bite, and slap her breasts, and I knew her nubs could take quite a bit of pressure. When I pulled the toy out of my pocket, letting the metal jangle in front of us, Emma’s eyes widened. “Good girls get rewarded for following orders,” I said, tweaking her nipples until they were as hard as could be, before easing the metal ring down the tweezer clamps, opening the tips just wide enough to place around her nub. Then I inched it upward, watching her body’s reaction as it pinched her tender skin. I pushed it up a notch higher than I normally would have, and that extra tiny oomph made her spasm.
I did the same to the other, then played with the chain, tweaking it lightly, knowing that her whole body’s attention was now focused on her nipples. I leaned down and licked each one very gently, finally ready to fuck her. Her nubs were squished between the plastic clamps and felt different beneath my tongue, and my cock stirred. I reached down and pushed my fingers inside her pussy, curling them to maximize her pleasure. I wanted her to get just as much out of her submission as I was getting. Then I moved Emma onto her back, and she spread her legs for me before I even had to ask. Her body looked beautiful, her large breasts caught within the clamps, her hands above her head, her pussy glistening and waiting just for me. I thrust my hard cock into her smoothly, driving the head all the way inside and filling her up completely. She gasped quietly, but didn’t make any noise other than that.
“Good girl,” I said, and she seemed to come loose at that affirmation, much as she had when I’d called her all those filthy names the last time. This was a sign of a woman with true slave potential, as grateful for the praise she received in her duty as for the punishment she got for transgression. I pounded my cock into her, holding on to the chain and giving it light tugs every few minutes until I felt her pussy convulse around me. “Come, slave, come for me,” I said, and once again, on command, Emma exploded, her juices flooding around my dick. And I did the same, my come shooting out and bathing her cunt. Then I removed the clamps and watched her face as the sensation rushed back into her nipples. I once again sucked them, making them wet and juicy as I laved her buds with my tongue.
“Sir, may I request something?” Emma asked quietly as I stroked her hair, holding her close to me.
“Of course, slave,” I said, the word now almost an endearment.
“Would it be possible for us to do this once a week? I greatly enjoy serving you,” she said, in that same proper, modulated voice.
“I think that can be arranged,” I replied, kissing her passionately. And to think, it all started with that CD.
—Mr. Jake N., Tallahassee, Florida
My mistress is the most elegant, beautiful, and bewitching woman in the world. She’s had me under her spell for more than a year. In fact, I was immediately smitten and I moved in with her as her devoted slave within the first month of our meeting. Mistress Serafina lives in a gorgeous mansion and is gracious enough to let me serve her day and night. I do everything for her, from preparing her meals to running her baths to keeping her calendar, and she even lets me lavish her body with my tongue when I’ve been good.
Today, we went shoe shopping together. Mistress has an entire shoe closet that I keep meticulously organized. I have neatly taped Polaroids to the outsides of each of the boxes to help me keep track of which pair is which. She’s especially fond of tall, pointy shoes, as am I—the more imposing my mistress appears, the harder my cock gets.
We entered the store, my mistress marching majestically in front of me while I followed close behind and carried her bags, ready to do her bidding. Her eyes quickly scanned the shelves filled with row after row of gorgeous shoes. The scent of leather filled the air, and Mistress imperiously marched over to a corner and pointed to the shoes that she wanted me to bring to her to inspect.
When she pointed to a towering pair of boots that had a leopard-print design on the front, two buckles, and a tall stiletto heel, I almost fainted, sure that my bulging erection was visible to everyone in the store. As I asked the clerk to bring us a pair of the boots in a size nine, my hands were already trembling. I got them from the clerk and knelt in front of my mistress, gingerly unzipping the sexy black boots she had on and slipping them off her feet. I couldn’t help but spend a moment stroking her soft, perfect feet, sheathed in fine silk stockings. I was looking forward to licking her feet once we returned home. Mistress cleared her throat, and when I looked up she had that impatient look on her face she often gets when I dillydally.
I quickly let go of her foot and prepared the boot, unzipping it and holding it open for her to slide into, then zipped it back up. I did the same with the other. She held out her foot, twisting it left and right to see the boot at all angles while I sat before her patiently, my legs folded underneath me. When she placed the heel of her boot on my shoulder, the pressure made my body tremble, as did the brief flash of her pussy. I hoped that we wouldn’t be shopping for much longer, because I wanted to be alone with my mistress. She traced the heel of the boot very lightly against my cheek, just enough to make my mouth salivate with the desire to suck on the long, sticklike heel, before she placed her foot against my bulging crotch, beckoning me to remove them.
I did so and gingerly placed them back in the box. “Those!” she commanded, pointing to a pair of tall, black patent leather heels. They had the same effect on me, and I blushed as I handed the single shoe to the clerk while he looked at me as if he knew exactly what was going on over in our corner. When I brought the shoes back to her, Mistress was tapping her foot on the floor.
“You took too long, slave, and I’m going to have to punish you for that when we get home. Right now, put those heels on my feet,” she said, her tone brooking no argument. Somehow, the angrier she gets, the hornier I get, and the more I want to serve her. My cock was aching as I reached for the beautiful shoes. They were a bit small, and I did my best to inch them around the edges of her foot, but it was still a tight fit. I did eventually get them both on, but could tell they were pinching her feet slightly. “Get them off—you’re worthless!” she barked, grabbing the pair she’d worn into the store and putting them on herself. “Here,” she said, shoving the box with the boots at me. “Go pay for these and meet me at the car.”
I scurried over to the counter and paid for them, then raced back to the car to drive us home. Mistress didn’t say a word to me, and even though I felt guilty for not having moved quickly enough for her, I was still as hard as a rock and fully prepared to make up for any transgressions by sexually pleasuring her. I parked, and she rushed into the house while I gathered her bags and followed her inside. I found Mistress in her bedroom, where I hung her bag in its place and once again knelt in front of her. Starting to apologize I said, “Mistress, I—” But she cut me off.
“I don’t care what you have to say. You’re going to start making it up to me right now. I want my new boots, too,” she said, and I once again took them out and placed her beautiful feet into the lined interior. This time, though, when she stuck out her foot, I ducked down lower and began sucking on the heel as I’d wanted to do in the store. I wrapped my lips around the pointy length and then eased off and traced my tongue along the lower edges, then kissed my way upward, trying to gauge exactly what Mistress wanted from me. I was easing up her calf, intent on reaching her pussy, which I could see above me through the parted folds of her skirt. But she quickly made sure I paid similar attention to her other boot, and I kissed, licked, and duly worshiped her boot, licking each silver stud along the side and kissing every buckle.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Serafina lifted up her skirt to reveal her perfect, shaved pussy. My cock surged against my zipper, pressing almost painfully against its confines, but I ignored that momentary twinge as my mouth moved up against her cunt. Mistress tasted as sweet as ever, and I buried my tongue deep in her hole, grateful for the chance to do what I do best—orally pleasure her. I sank my tongue into her cunt, lapping up her juices as I rubbed my face against her wetness, savoring the smell of her delicious nectar as I ate her. I was pleased to hear her let out a long moan as my tongue’s movements started to work on her. When she grabbed my head, slamming me tighter against her and moving my face up and down, I knew that all was forgiven as she manipulated my mouth against her pussy, bringing herself to a rousing orgasm.
When she was done and I’d swallowed all of her come, she lifted my wet face away from her and looked down at me, her face relaxed but neutral—neither angry nor ecstatic. “Well, my slave, it looks like you’ve redeemed yourself once again,” she said, the sole of her boot now pressing lightly against my cock. “And it looks like you’ve enjoyed yourself as well. Draw me a bath, and I might let you jerk off in front of me.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said before scurrying off to the bathroom. Mistress likes the water at a very warm but not too hot temperature. I always make sure to use her favorite scented bubble bath and light a few floating candles. If the water is too hot or too cold, or any of the elements are not just right—if, for example, the towels are not aligned properly—she refuses to take the bath and doesn’t speak to me for several hours. After I’d tested the water with my hand and made sure everything else was up to her exacting standards, I went to fetch her, helping her slip into her silk lounging robe. I was excited beyond measure when she deemed her bath acceptable.
After she sank into the water, she motioned that I could relieve myself. I turned toward the sink and, while Mistress looked on, jerked myself off. I was flushed with arousal as well as pride in being a good slave, and I came after only a few hard pumps of my fist around my cock. I quickly cleaned off myself and the sink, and then Mistress even allowed me to join her in the bath and massage her feet. It’s not easy being a slave, but I’m honored that my mistress considers me worthy of serving her.
—Mr. Andrew K., Charlotte, North Carolina
I don’t remember exactly when the first time I dominated my girlfriend, Fiona, was, but I can tell you that we’ve been engaging in all sorts of kinky role-playing ever since. I usually start out by lowering my voice and telling her what a bad girl she is. Last night was a typical encounter. She walked through the door after a late-night class (she’s a grad student), looking slightly tired but undeniably sexy in her short schoolgirl skirt that skimmed her upper thighs and showed off her tight ass when she turned around. Her tank top was so thin I could see her pierced nipples poking through the sheer fabric.
I stared at her, willing her to look up at me. Finally, she did. “Fiona, what have I told you about wearing such skimpy outfits to class? I don’t want every guy in there daydreaming about you.”
“But it’s so hot out, and this was the lightest thing I could find. Besides, I thought you liked it,” she said, turning to me with a pout. With her lower lip protruding, she certainly looked adorable, but she couldn’t get me to change my mind that easily.
“I know it’s hot, but you don’t need to go showing off every inch of your body. Get over here,” I said, flashing her my best wicked grin, the one she knows means that I’m going to find some way to deliciously torment her body. She dropped her backpack on the floor and sauntered over to me, looking down at me while her full breasts hovered near my mouth. I couldn’t resist tugging on one of the silver rings with my teeth, gnawing it through the fabric of her top. She moaned immediately and gripped my shoulder for support. I lifted her tank top and fastened my mouth directly on one nipple while fondling the ring in her other one. Just as she started to get used to my actions, tossing her head back and whimpering with arousal, I paused. “Do you think that’s going to be your punishment for letting all those guys imagine what your cunt looks like? No way,” I told her, pulling back. I lifted the tank top over her head, then undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground.
I pulled her small white thong down, leaving it in place at her ankles. “Stay there,” I said, and she obeyed me, even though I could see her pussy was getting slick with moisture and her nipples were jutting out. I went to our special sex drawer and took out her collar, a black leather one with a silver ring where a leash can be attached. I settled it around her neck, then took out a long silver leash chain I’d retrieved from the fridge where it stays nice and cool, and as I attached it, I let the cold silver rub against her back and then over her breasts.
I’d bought an extra-long chain so that I could have some added fun with it, and after swinging it in the air and giving it the occasional tug, I moved the chain so it ran from her neck down between her breasts and then along her pussy, looping it between her legs. When I tugged on it, she let out another groan, then gnashed her teeth as the chilly metal rubbed against her clit and pussy lips, slipping between her labia to stroke her slit. I nudged her legs apart and settled myself below them so I could stare up at the sight of her pink lips as the leash rubbed against them. My cock was totally hard by this point, and I just needed to figure out how I wanted to fuck my sexy bad girl.
I stood, lifting the leash as I did. Then I took it away from her cunt and used it to lead her into the bedroom, knowing that the pressure from the collar was surely turning her on. When we got there, I teased her with the leash’s rings again, clanging them against her cunt before replacing the cool metal with the warm head of my cock. I rubbed the tip against her slick entrance, teasing her with my hardness. “Yes, yes, give me your cock,” she begged, but I just kept it there, standing behind her while jangling the collar.
“Not yet, sweetie, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson well enough,” I said, ignoring her whimpers and the spasming of her cunt. “Lie down on your back for me,” I instructed, while I got out a simple black blindfold. Her body visibly shuddered when I slipped it over her eyes, giving her the opportunity to truly submit to me and experience our fucking more fully with her other senses. Then I got out my stash of specially made candles, the kind I only use to drip wax on her gorgeous, writhing body. I made sure she heard me light the match, and watched as the realization of what I was about to do crossed her face. I took a red candle and held it a few inches above her chest, letting the wax build until enough of it had bubbled to the surface. Then I tipped the candle slightly, watching the red liquid fall from the tip of the candle and splash onto the expanse of skin between her breasts.
“Oh, that’s good!” Fiona cried out, as the wax splashed against her body before hardening against her pale flesh. Then I moved the candle slightly lower, so she could feel the heat emanating from it, before I tilted it again so the wax landed on the edge of her areola. I watched as that nipple puckered even more, stiff as could be as it reacted to the swift warmth of the candle. Then I made a figure eight, going around the edge of one breast, back around between them, and along the other one, while Fiona bit her lip, writhing in utter pleasure. I held her breast in my hand, making her nipple a steady target for the wax. As I poured it over her ring-encased nub, she cried out, spreading her legs so I could see just how wet her pussy was getting. I teased her with the wax, trailing it down her stomach to the smooth area right above her pussy, letting the heat permeate her lower half, before blowing out the candle and positioning my cock at her entrance.
This time, I didn’t wait but simply shoved my cock into her absolutely sopping cunt. I removed the blindfold so Fiona could see me, and she put a pillow under her head so she could watch as I plunged my cock in and out of her tight hole, her body reacting each time my long dick emerged from her wetness. She’d look from my cock back to my face, then began playing with her nipples, tugging on the wax-covered rings and sighing in delight. The more she pulled, the more snug her cunt became.
I lifted her hands, holding them above her head, and then, with my cockhead lodged lightly inside her, I had her roll over so she was on her stomach, knowing the rings would press back into her sensitive nipples. I kept her wrists pinned against the bed with one hand while stroking her clit with the other as I filled her with my cock repeatedly. I nipped at the back of her neck, kissed her soft skin, and then licked her smooth flesh while she rocked her hips back against mine. As opposed to the slow, tantalizing way I’d dripped the wax onto her chest, I was now racing to my climax, shoving my dick inside her with increasing force while she grunted and bucked with just as much energy. For us, fucking is almost like a sport, one where we are on the same team, reaching for the same goal. I pinched her clit, moving faster until my cock was barely leaving her cunt, instead simply rocking lightly back and forth while staying buried inside her. When she erupted into a rollicking climax, her pussy unleashing her juices onto my dick, I exploded, too.
When we were done, she examined herself in the mirror, her body displaying several reminders of our session. She slithered back into the skirt that had gotten her into so much trouble, taunting me by swishing the pleats around to show off her ass. “Careful, my dear, you might get a spanking if you keep daring me like that.” Fiona simply smiled and bent over, and we started our kinky shenanigans once again.
—Mr. Carl D., San Diego, California
My husband, Sean, and I read Penthouse Variations cover to cover every month, and are always looking for ways to add more erotic sizzle to our sex life, especially in the area of female domination. It’s one of our long-standing fantasies, and I get totally wet when I think about taking total control over Sean, and nothing gets him harder than the idea of submitting to my will.
When Sean recently lost his job, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We used the opportunity to further explore my dominance over him. While I knew he’d easily be able to find another job, I figured we could have some fun with his time at home. While he was collecting unemployment and I was working, I decided that instead of sitting around the house, he would become my house slave and personal assistant.
I told him that every day I would leave him a set list of chores, and I’d be checking up on his progress throughout the day. If he didn’t get them done by the time I returned home, we wouldn’t have sex that night and he wouldn’t be allowed to come. I’d only skirted around being truly dominant before, but as the words left my mouth, I started to realize how wet they were making me. We’d played around, talking dirty about me being his mistress, but I’d never taken it into the realm of real life like this.
This arrangement would work in a number of ways, because we really did need to get the house in order, and the idea of him running around, taking in my dry cleaning, cooking dinner, making the bed, and doing anything I asked, pleased me on many levels.
The first day of his servitude, he got up before me, laying out my work clothes and making breakfast. I left him the list, which included basic household chores and an order forbidding masturbation, which I knew would be tough for him to obey. All day, I was aroused at the idea of stripping him down and having my way with him that evening. When I came home, I was almost disappointed to find the house sparkling clean and dinner simmering on the stove. He’d even done a few things not on my original list, like cleaning the bathroom and ironing my suits. I was trying to figure out what I could do to “punish” him when I saw a video sticking out of the VCR. It was an X-rated one that I knew was his favorite. “Oh, Sean, could you come here, please?” I called, not letting on exactly what was in store for him.
He came toward me, beaming, clearly expecting my praise. “What’s this?” I asked, holding the tape right in front of his face.
“Oh,” he said quietly, his head dropping as he tried to downplay his misdeed. “I, I… I was watching it,” he finished, looking up at me with a contrite expression.
I stepped closer, placing my hand on his cock, which was hard beneath his pants. “What else were you doing while you were watching it? It wouldn’t happen to be something I specifically forbade you to do, would it?” I asked, raising my voice as my grip got firmer on his cock, while I waved the tape around.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry,” he replied, but it was too late. I took his belt out of his pants, tossing the tape on the floor as I brandished my new weapon in the air.
“Get undressed. It seems that you still have some lessons to learn about being a proper house slave,” I instructed. He quickly scrambled out of his pants and I gave him a few lashes, my breath getting faster as I watched the belt sail through the air. When I finally peeled down his briefs, his ass was tinged pink, and I delivered a few direct blows with the belt that left light red stripes atop the pinkness. He moaned when I ran my fingers over his warm ass, then let out a deep growl when I brought his wrists together behind his back and tied them with the belt. I could see him trying to figure out just how sturdy his bonds were. I held his wrists in one hand and fondled his balls with the other. “Don’t worry. I’ve made it so you can’t get away—I know what I’m doing. Now we’re going to eat dinner, but you’re going to have to eat with your hands tied behind you as punishment.”
“But-but…” he trailed off when he saw the look on my face and meekly followed me into the kitchen. I had to admit, he’d prepared a gorgeous meal of steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I served each of us, cutting up his food into single-bite portions, then set his plate on the table. I pulled out his chair for him and then sat down myself.
“It’s quite delicious,” I said after taking my first bite, smiling and feeling the first stirrings of arousal when I saw him struggling to eat his meal. He’d managed to get some of the steak in his mouth and was chewing heartily. I took a sip of water, calmly enjoying my meal while he ate his potatoes. I lifted my leg under the table to see how his cock was doing, and found it absolutely rock-hard. I kept my foot in his lap while we finished the meal, then wiped his face clean, like a baby. He stared up at me with a look of total devotion on his face, before I told him to get up and go to the bedroom. I watched him walk, his cock sticking out proudly in front of him, both of his arms secured behind his back.
I took pity on him and unfastened the belt, but wanted to make sure he learned his lesson. I rolled him onto his back and placed his hands under his ass. Then I grabbed his cock and made sure he was watching. “Who does your cock belong to now?” I asked, tightening my grip while simultaneously pinching his nipple.
“You, Mistress,” he said, correctly improvising the new title I wanted him to use. “You control me.”
“That’s right, and you better not forget it. When I tell you not to jerk off, I want you to listen, otherwise next time your punishment will be far worse. Now, you’re going to eat my pussy until I come,” I said, and in short order I’d let go of his cock and settled my cunt onto his outstretched tongue. I sank down, relishing the feel of his warm, slithering tongue, the perfect antidote to the buildup of arousal I’d been harboring since I left the house. I slid back and forth, getting his face messy and wet once again with my secretions, while he kept right on licking me, plunging his tongue into my hole or lapping at my slick cunt entrance. I could see his body straining, his strong arms flexing with the desire to touch himself, but he had learned his lesson and focused not on his hard, bouncing cock, but on my aroused pussy. He put his mouth to the best use of all, using the entire length of his tongue to tease my inner walls, before feasting on my clit. He circled my hard bud over and over, then zeroed in directly on it, while I held on to the headboard for support as I mashed my pussy down against his mouth. Together, the pressure made me come, releasing my juice directly into his mouth.
That orgasm was sensational enough, but I was feeling greedy and wanted another, so I turned around, backed up, and slid my pussy down over his waiting cock. I went slowly, feeling every inch of his stiffness fill me. He looked up at me, seeking approval, and I smiled, genuinely relaxed now that I had used him for my pleasure and knew I would get to do so again for several months to come. I dug my palms into his chest, pressing against his hard little nipples while he bucked up against me. I pinned his arms down with my hands, and that drove him wild. I’m strong for a woman of my size, and leaning with all my weight, he couldn’t escape. We both rubbed against each other, my clit soaking up the friction of his fast-drilling cock, my pussy enjoying the slam of his cockhead against my walls, until we both came in a fierce explosion, our musky juices mingling on the bed.
When we finally separated, his skin was blushing, especially where the belt had landed on his pale flesh. We were off to such a fabulous start to our new chores and domination routine, that it made me wonder if I would ever want him to go back to work again. I seriously doubt it.
—Ms. Susan M., Urbana, Illinois
My husband, Jake, and I eagerly await the arrival of your magazine every month because we’re into all sorts of S&M play. So, whether you write about bondage, spanking, female domination, or dominant sexplay, there’s always something that will strike a chord with us. Over the years, we’ve derived much pleasure from reading Penthouse Variations, so we decided that it was high time we write a letter of our own.
It all started with a copy of the magazine. Jake came home with an issue one night and told me to take a look. “What interests you?” he asked, and I found a story about bondage and handed it back to him. That very night, he cut up some old clothesline and used it to tie me to the bed. I remember the feeling of those ropes around my ankles and wrists just like it was yesterday—the tightness of the knots, the way they rubbed against my skin—as well as how wet my pussy got in response.
After making sure that I was secure, Jake stripped and climbed into bed with me. I thought he’d fuck me right away, but he climbed up near my face, his cock pointed at my mouth. “Suck it,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, so I played the ultraobedient wife and swallowed him to the root. He held still to let me do all the work, so I slid my lips back and forth over his shaft, which was difficult without the use of my hands. Usually, I hold his dick at the base or grasp his ass cheeks to guide him, but that evening I could only move my head back and forth to create the pressure and pace that he likes.
Jake groaned as I sucked, and I could taste drops of salty precome trickling down my throat. When I felt his shaft swell, I figured he’d come in my mouth, but he pulled out, moved down, and slipped his cock between my labia. He thrust into my cunt with more force than he ever had in the past, and though it usually takes a few strokes before we come, we both exploded immediately. I thrashed around on the bed, my arms and legs pulling at the ropes that held them tight, as Jake sent streams of his cream deep into my body.
I wasn’t surprised by his immediate release; what surprised me was how quickly I’d come, because it usually takes me longer. Jake had all but ignored my erogenous zones, such as my nipples and my clit, but I’d reached orgasm anyway. That’s when I knew there was something to this bondage play!
I was ready to get tied up again the next night, but Jake just said, “My turn,” and handed me a plastic bag. I pulled out a leather paddle and, as I ran my fingers over its smooth surface, he handed me another parcel. “And wear this,” he said as he began shucking off his suit, so I took my two bags into the bathroom and assumed my new role.
First, I pulled out a red PVC catsuit, which wasn’t something that I’d normally wear, but that was the idea, wasn’t it? When I put it on, I saw why my husband had bought it: Snug around my curves, it accentuated my ass and breasts, making me look like an erotic doll. Then, to further define my role—and make Jake wait a few minutes longer—I made up my face with vampy blue eye shadow, lots of mascara, and bright red lipstick. Finally, I pulled my blonde hair back into a tight bun before re-entering the bedroom.
Jake was sitting on the bed, but when he saw me standing there, dressed and holding the paddle, he got down on his knees, his erection bobbing lewdly. “That’s right,” I said, smacking the toy against my palm. “Tonight, I’m in charge.” His eyes followed me as I sat down, and when I told him to lie across my lap, he obeyed. It took some maneuvering to find a position in which his hard cock didn’t get in the way, but soon enough, we were ready to go.
Putting the paddle aside, I wanted to start spanking him with my bare hand, so I could experience the sensation of flesh on flesh. I drew back my arm and, for the first time in our marriage, brought down my palm on my husband’s naked ass cheek.
That first slap wasn’t very strong, since I wasn’t sure how far I could go. In response, Jake said, “Harder,” and I did it again. This time, when my hand connected with his cheek, the room was filled with the sound of a resounding smack. I spanked him a few more times, until he was squirming on my lap, and then switched to the paddle for a mightier blow. When the paddle made contact with his ass, he groaned and writhed even more, his bare, sweaty skin sticking to my PVC catsuit.
As I brought the paddle down on Jake’s bottom, the color of his usually pale skin went from white to pink to red. Rectangular marks lingered on his butt wherever my smacks landed, and I sent the slapper skipping across his cheeks to cover every square inch. I knew I hadn’t gone too far when I counted my twentieth blow because Jake croaked, “More,” not to mention the fact that his dick was throbbing against my plastic-covered thigh. I was having fun, too; my pussy was dripping wet and my nipples pulsed with every smack.
Suddenly, Jake let out a grunt and his body went tense. Then he shuddered once or twice before going lax across my lap. When I looked down, I saw the evidence of his release glowing white against my red pant leg and a sheepish look on his face. He’d come already, though neither I, nor he, had touched his cock. I guess the spanking and rubbing against my thighs had been enough to do the trick.
Though Jake had reached his peak, we were far from done. He straightened up and, with eyes cast downward, pleaded for my forgiveness. Since my pussy was begging for attention, I granted it. Jake went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. I looked on as he wiped his mess from my catsuit, and then he reached for the zipper and asked, “May I?” I nodded my assent. As he unzipped me slowly, I noticed how much cooler I immediately felt. The airconditioning sent goose pimples racing across my skin, which were joined by a chill running through my body when my husband ran his fingertips over my naked breasts. I couldn’t suppress a sigh when he leaned forward and took a nipple between his lips and sucked.
We began rolling around on the bed, and I somehow ended up across Jake’s lap with my ass exposed and vulnerable. In no time, I felt a stinging slap on my buttock. Putting the paddle aside, he soothed the tender flesh with his hand as he gave me a moment to stop him if I felt the need. I didn’t; in fact, I wriggled my ass to let him know I wanted more. In the few seconds following the paddle’s impact, the dull sensation had turned into a relentless throbbing that made my cunt come alive with desire.
Jake picked up the slapper again and brought it back down on my ass. This time, the blow was a little sharper and the sensation lasted a few moments more, but by now, I was yearning for the ache. Before long, my skin grew hot and I was grinding my pussy against my husband’s thigh to stimulate my clit. Then I felt something move beneath my stomach: It was Jake’s cock, coming back to life, slowly resuming its full length and maximum hardness. Now I wanted him inside me, so I wormed out of his grip and straddled his lap.
As I balanced on my haunches and brought my pussy down over Jake’s dick, he helped out by grasping my ass cheeks and guiding me. Then, when I reached bottom, he maintained his hold on my butt and used it to move me up and down. My fingers dug into my husband’s shoulders as I bounced wildly over his cock and he tilted his head upward to meet me in a kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and I sucked on it for as long as I could before it slid out from our erratic movements. His mouth made its way to my nipples and I threw back my head and moaned. My pussy juices were dripping down his length and easing my ride, and I wasn’t far from reaching my peak when my strained legs finally gave out. Wanting to remain on top, I pushed against my husband’s chest so that he was lying flat, and then I got on my knees and resumed bouncing up and down.
I thought that in this position I would still be in charge, but I was wrong. Somehow, without my noticing, Jake had reached for the paddle and brought it down on my ass. I reared up in surprise at the first strike, but once again, the sweet pain quickly turned to pleasure and I found myself begging for more. He didn’t argue; hell, he didn’t even speak. All he did was bring down the slapper once again, and that’s when my pussy exploded. Pinpricks of electricity shot straight through my rear right to my cunt as my muscles spasmed around Jake’s shaft and my essence poured down onto his balls. A second later, he was filling me with a hot load of his cream and our juices pooled together in a beautiful, sticky mess. When my husband’s cock finally slipped out of me, I wondered which one of us would have to clean it all up since it was no longer clear who was in control. That’s how it’s been ever since, switching places as we play our sexy games, and neither of us would have it any other way.
—Ms. Carla H., Asheville, North Carolina
For over a year now, I’ve been dominating my husband, Neil, but recently we took our kinky play to a whole other level when we both submitted to my friend, Chloe.
Chloe invited us up to her mountain chalet for a weekend getaway. She didn’t outright state that we’d spend most of it tied to her bed, but there was a naughty undertone to her voice when she told me what to pack. “Make sure you bring your toy bag, because you never know what might happen.” I didn’t think to ask her exactly what she had in mind, probably because my nipples were erect and brushing against my blouse and my pussy was humming with anticipation. Before I’d met Neil, Chloe had been my top, but with Neil, I’d found myself wanting to be the dominant one, which suited him just fine.
While I waited for Neil to come home, I took care of the packing, pulling out my latex miniskirt and his leather jockstrap, along with our toy-bag essentials. When he walked in the door, he was astounded to find me wearing spiky pumps, the mini with thigh-high fishnet stockings, and a skintight black latex top. “Polish me,” I insisted, pressing the can of lube and a rag into his hands. Watching him diligently shining me up, his hands moving over my nipples, stomach, and back as he did, made me smile. He was such a good slave, always more than eager to do anything I requested. I had him load our luggage into the car and we set off for the hour-long ride, during which I teased him by pulling up my skirt to reveal my panty-covered cunt but didn’t let him touch me.
When we arrived, Chloe showed us to our room and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be back in an hour for you.” She pinched my ass as she exited, giving me a little thrill. I took the opportunity to immediately strip my husband and tether him facedown to the large bondage bed, which was conveniently equipped with rings where I could fasten the ropes. Neil squirmed happily, trying to hide the grin on his face. But when I changed into lingerie and heels and took the riding crop from my bag, tapping it lightly against his ass to signal what was in store, he tried to stifle his grin. I reached beneath him and fondled his cock for a moment, then slipped my hand up to stroke his nipple before delivering the first blow. Without my needing to even tell him, he yelled, “One, Mistress!” and I smiled as he continued to count. I kept up a steady pace, reddening his ass and the backs of his thighs as he writhed in his bonds, welcoming the sweet, familiar sensation that always made him fuck like a stallion.
At the count of twenty, both of us were amped up and bathed in sweat, and even though she was a little early, that’s when Chloe chose to make her entrance. Though I hadn’t bottomed to her since Neil and I had gotten together, I felt all the familiar submissive stirrings inside me. “Jane, you naughty girl, I see you’ve started without me. Hand me that crop. You need to be punished.” I handed it to her, swallowing as she walked right up to me. She pulled down the lace of my teddy so my breasts hung out, and I felt even more exposed than if she’d stripped me naked. Neil moaned as, from the corner of his eye, he watched Chloe pull and pinch my nipples until I moaned, a trickle of wetness escaping from my aching pussy.
“Since you’ve already occupied the bed, you’ll have to stand,” she said, clucking in disappointment as she positioned me so one hand rested on the bedpost while my legs were spread in a wide V shape. She stepped back, surveying first me, then Neil. She approached the bed, running her hand over his tight ass, briefly fondling his balls, then smacking each ass cheek once, hard. “There’ll be time for you later, slave. For now just stay put and watch,” she told him.
She walked around so she was near the two of us, then slid the crop between my legs, sawing it forward and back so my pussy throbbed. She tapped the flat tip against my pussy lips, increasing the rate and intensity. I gripped the bed, flexing my other hand as the warmth permeated my whole body, radiating outward from my pussy. My face was scrunched together in arousal, and I started to bear down to meet the crop’s strokes. The minute I did that, she stopped. “Tsk, tsk, you know that I, and only I, set the pace, don’t you, Jane? You must have forgotten that.”
She paused, making me wait for her next words. “Well, you’re going to have to wait before I let you come, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll also let you lick my pussy,” she said, using a sweet but teasing tone to soften the blow. She raised the crop until it was bisecting my lips, making me ache all the more to be filled. She grabbed me and kissed me, rough and quick, before moving behind me and positioning me on the floor on my hands and knees. “Stay there until I say you can move,” she said.
I crouched on my knees, folded over with my hands over my head and my eyes closed. I could sense her nearness, feel her walking between me and the bed, and occasionally I felt her smooth calf or her cool heel brush against me. Other than that, all I could hear were the sounds of her attending to my husband and his warbling noises of pleasure. The crop hit him on the ass, right where I’d been smacking him, and she also made him count. Then I heard her say, “And now I think your back is in need of a good flogging. You will count again.” Even more than his ass, Neil’s back is incredibly tender, and just lightly raking my nails over his shoulder blades is enough to send him into paroxysms of pleasure, so a flogging, which I very rarely gave him, was a real treat. I was torn between jealousy over Chloe’s attention and arousal; the latter won out as I surreptitiously slipped my finger between my legs, inside my panties. I knew Chloe wouldn’t approve, but I was too turned on to care, and besides, her punishments felt so good that I didn’t mind risking it.
As Chloe slammed the flogger down against my husband’s shoulders, I sneaked a peek at her fast-moving arm, watching the green suede whiz through the air and Neil bounce slightly with each blow. Since his arms and legs were tied, the impact was even more intense, and I knew his dick had to be aching. When the flogging was over, Chloe looked down at me, but seemed to forgive me for my sneaky masturbation. “Jane! Get up on this bed right now. You’ll be punished later for touching yourself, but now you’re going to do double duty and get your husband off while licking my pussy. Do you understand?” she said, all the while untying Neil and turning him over to reveal his large, impressive erection sticking straight up.
She moved him onto one side of the bed and tugged me up by my hair. I scrambled up next to Neil, positioning myself so I could both stroke his cock with my hand and lick Chloe’s pussy. “That’s good,” she said, stroking my hair while I savored all of her juicy pussy, remembering how she liked to be licked slowly and thoroughly. Meanwhile, Neil was writhing beneath me, his arousal spurred on by watching my cunt-licking. Finally, both of them climaxed within moments of each other. Chloe’s pussy unleashed a torrent of her salty juice, which I dutifully swallowed, while Neil erupted onto my hand. As my reward, Chloe strung me up with rope in Neil’s former position and teased my pussy and clit, and all I could do was struggle against the ropes that bound my wrists and legs. When she finally pushed her fingers inside my pussy, I was so worked up, I came in a flash. That was just the start of our deliciously naughty weekend. I’m still at Chloe’s, relaxing while she’s out, but I expect her back any minute for one final kinky pleasure session before we head home. If it’s as stirring as this one was, I’ll be sure to let you know all about it.
—Ms. Jane K., Cambridge, Massachusetts
After many years of enjoying the letters in Penthouse Variations from your readers, I finally have my own story to share. It involves a fun way I’ve used your magazine to spice up my sex life.
I had gotten to know Betty, the clerk at the adult store where I buy my Variations, so well that we’d wind up discussing our favorite letters. Finally, after so many afternoons of what amounted to dirty talk, I asked her out. We have a hot time whenever we get together, and every time a new issue comes out, I know I’ll get to see her. When I go in to buy the magazine, Betty picks a number. Whichever letter is closest to the page number picked becomes the letter we imitate, ensuring us a wild and exciting time. Betty’s very pretty, with curly blonde hair, beautiful skin, and a gorgeous, well-proportioned body. The best thing about her is that she’s always up for anything. Sometimes, she’s even more adventurous than I am. She has definitely brought out my kinky side.
The first time we tried this game, Betty got to pick. She wound up choosing “The King and I” from your twenty-fifth anniversary issue. I got very turned on when I read about the woman in the letter using nipple clamps, and I could clearly picture Betty wearing them. We both read the letter silently, and then I looked at her. Already, I could feel my demeanor change as I assumed my dominant role. She looked up at me almost shyly, as if she truly were my slave. I grabbed her roughly, smashing my lips against hers. She looked startled, but when I slipped my hand between her legs, I found her completely wet. Clearly, she also got off on the idea of submitting to me. “I’ll pick you up when your shift’s over,” I said. Then I marched over to the clothing rack and grabbed a handkerchief top and extremely short latex skirt and shoved them at her. “You’ll be wearing these, with no bra and no panties,” I instructed before I left. I felt pumped up, energized with excitement. I went home and read the entire issue, then let my mind wander as I fantasized about all the things I could do with Betty while she was under my control.
When I returned to pick her up, my cock was totally stiff. I’d forced myself not to jerk off because I knew it would be better once I sank my cock into her pussy. She was waiting right inside the doorway for me and was wearing the skimpy attire. She ran to the car, hopping in and slamming the door. I immediately reached under her skirt to make sure she’d obeyed my order. “Good girl, I’m glad to see you did exactly as I told you.”
She smiled at me, but as my fingers probed more deeply, I could tell that she got off on my praise. I drove to her place, and she reached for my cock when we got inside. “No, no, no,” I told her. “You’ll have my cock when I say you can, no sooner. We have some business to take care of first,” I went on, my voice calm despite my raging cock.
I opened her blouse, exposing her breasts, then pinched her nipples between my fingers. She writhed, clearly loving the attention. “If you like that, you’re going to love what I have for you,” I said, letting go and quickly grabbing the chained nipple clamps I’d purchased just for her. I traced the metal lightly over her pussy before bringing the clips to her nipples. When I opened up one of the clothespin-like contraptions and let it close around her nipple, she gasped with pleasure. Her eyes were taking in every move I made. “Close your eyes,” I snapped, and she quickly obeyed. I put the other clamp on and admired her tits, which were holding the clamps upright. I tugged on the chain while stroking my fingers over her slit, finding her as wet as I’d imagined she’d be.
I moved closer so I could whisper in her ear. “You know what else happens in that letter we read, right?” She let out a garbled moan as we both recalled the master finger-fucking his slave in her ass. I walked in front of her, holding on to the chain as I led her slowly, making sure her eyes were closed. We got to the bedroom and I told her to lie facedown across the bed, knowing the clamps would then press more firmly against her buds. I poured some lube onto my fingers and slid them along her asscrack before pushing one and then two fingers inside. I simply couldn’t wait, and my cock was raring to get inside her. Just like in the letter, I had a small vibrator handy. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, but you can’t come until after I do.” She didn’t say anything, so I turned her head so she was facing me. “What did you say?” I demanded of her.
“Yes, sir,” she said, quickly catching on to the response I was seeking. I turned on the vibe and slid it against her clit while my cock slowly entered her ass. This part was my idea, but I knew it would be a true test to require her to wait out her orgasm. Her back-door was so tight, it was difficult for me to hold out. I teased her with the vibrator, pressing it against her clit, then taking it away randomly so she couldn’t get used to the pattern. Then I plunged my cock all the way into her ass and simultaneously pressed the vibe tight against her hard hub. Her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow, and I felt her ass clenching around me as she struggled to obey my command. “Please,” she whispered, her voice catching on the word as I worked the toy in a circle. She felt so good that not only didn’t I have the heart to tease her, I had to come myself. I spurted my hot come deep into her ass, then replaced the vibe with my fingers, pushing my thumb into her pussy while my fingers brushed her clit. She had obviously been waiting eagerly for me to come because she shuddered, flooding me with her juices after only a moment.
The next time I came into the store, she already had a letter bookmarked for me. As much as the guessing game had been fun, I liked that she had already planned what she wanted to try. This one involved having her blindfolded with her arms tied behind her while she sucked me off.
That night, I waited until the shop closed, then locked the door and dimmed the lights. I backed her up against the wall, covering her eyes with my hand. “Is that what you want, Betty? To suck my cock like the girl in the story? I know it is,” I said as I felt her tremble. I told her to say out loud, five times, “I was born to suck cock,” since that’s what the letter writer liked to say.
She got out the first sentence, but as she started to repeat herself, I turned her around and tied the blindfold around her eyes. She stuttered slightly, but finished her sentence, and she even managed to blurt out her need to give me a blowjob while I fastened her wrists behind her back with some padded handcuffs. But when I urged her onto her knees and shoved my cock between her open lips, she started having some trouble speaking. I felt the vibration as she spoke against my shaft, and reached down to hold the back of her neck as she gobbled my cock.
She was a sight to behold, with her eyes covered and arms immobilized, as my length slipped in and out of her open mouth. I couldn’t believe how much those details enhanced her cocksucking, but they did. I felt incredibly powerful having her under my command and guiding her mouth up and down my dick. When she deep-throated me then swallowed, her mouth tightening around my cock, I couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m going to come,” I grunted, my voice low and deep as I pulled her lips off me and she quickly opened her mouth, extending her tongue to receive my come. I jerked my cock and, with a few fast pumps, began shooting my load. Most of it flew into the air, but a few drops landed on her tongue. She quickly swallowed them, smiling up at me. I undid her bonds and fondled her pussy, knowing she’d be soaking wet. I pressed three fingers inside her, and when she moaned, I added a fourth, fucking her steadily until she exploded with her own powerful climax.
Fortunately, her store gives us access to lots of interesting toys, and countless ideas come from your magazine. I’m already looking forward to next month.
—Mr. Oscar H., Austin, Texas
The first time I ever tied my girlfriend, Sonya, to the bed, we realized that we were both huge bondage fans. At the time, we didn’t have anything else handy, so I used silk scarves. While we’d been tussling, I’d gotten her naked, delighting in the sight of her gorgeous, tanned skin, her pert ass and generous breasts. Her hands had automatically gone over her head, and I noticed how much she responded when I wrapped my hands around them, so I looked around for something to tie them with. I rummaged under the bed for her pile of scarves, coming up with two sheer red ones. I fastened them around her crossed wrists, then pulled the fabric gently into knots. “Make them tighter,” Sonya commanded, struggling against the bonds.
I pulled the material taut so there was no possibility of escape. “Yeah, like that,” she moaned as she flexed her fingers, grateful to be bound and under my control. Her strong arms were no match for the beautiful scarves and their sturdy knots, and when she spread her legs in an open invitation, I slid my fingers along her slippery folds. She was totally wet, and the more she maneuvered her arms, the wetter she got. It was time to turn things up a notch.
I untied her wrists, only to find her pouting in disapproval. “Don’t worry, I’m going to string you up good,” I said, and she moaned once more. I grabbed some more scarves, spread her legs and arms wide, then tied each limb to one of the four bedposts. Once she was securely spread-eagled, completely open and available to me, I sat back to look at my handiwork. Her arms and legs were taut enough that I could see the strain on her muscles. She wiggled a little, but there was no give to her bonds. She was held firmly in place, and I could tell it excited her by the way her chest heaved and her pussy glistened with wetness. Sonya’s full breasts were slightly flattened by gravity, but her rosy nipples were perky, those bright buds simply begging to be sucked. The sight of her looking so helpless and aroused got me even harder.
“Fuck me,” she begged, struggling against the scarves and arching her hips upward, offering me her pussy. I didn’t oblige her right away. I wanted to work her up to the point where she was desperate for my cock. I took off my clothes and let her get a good look at my body. My hard cock was already dripping and ready to plunge into her. Sonya was literally panting, but I continued to withhold what she wanted for a little while longer. First, I ran my hands slowly over her body, kneading her breasts and squeezing her nipples until she moaned. She was quivering all over, begging me to touch her clit and give her some relief. I would only toy with it, though, petting her thighs and fingering her cunt, nearing her clit then backing off.
“Please, do it. I need you to touch me there,” she pleaded. Instead, I straddled her, kneeling over her so my cock was in her line of vision, right above her pussy. I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked myself up and down. I looked from her face to her cunt, tapping the head of my cock against her clit, teasing her with what she wanted most. I was totally enraptured by the sight of her squirming against her bonds beneath me, knowing she was aching for me to fuck her. It did not take long for me to come, shooting my load all over her chest and stomach.
Sonya almost howled in disappointment at not having my cock inside her. But I was far from through with her. I climbed off her and turned my back to her, pretending to ignore her, but secretly playing with my cock again for a few moments. When I’d gotten it semihard, I turned around, taunting her with my erection. When she saw my erection, Sonya again begged me to fuck her, and I could no longer resist her sweet pussy. I leaned over her and positioned my cockhead at her slick opening. Her cunt was soaking wet and I plunged in over and over again while she writhed and moaned, pretending that she wanted to get free, even though it was clear from the smile on her face and the wetness of her cunt that she was loving every minute of it.
Fucking my sexy girl while she was tied up encompassed every fantasy I’d ever had. I needed no more encouragement to start thrusting into her so hard that I pushed her down into the mattress, making her cry out in pleasure. When I placed my hands on her upper arms, further confirming her helplessness, she moaned loudly. “I like that,” she practically whispered, her voice hoarse with need, and as her pussy clamped down around my cock, I felt the truth of her soft words. It was such a turn-on that it didn’t take me very long to come a second time.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her body and, after a few seconds to catch my breath, reached to untie her. “Leave them awhile,” she said. “I love being your prisoner.”
So I sat back and gazed at her beauty in the flickering candlelight for another fifteen minutes or so. She still hadn’t come but began moaning and thrusting against the air as the eroticism of her bondage stirred her.
“You’re all mine,” I told her.
“You belong to me.” “Yes,” she hissed, finally coming. All it took was the briefest touch of my fingers to bring her aroused cunt to orgasm. By lightly stroking her wet folds, I’d sent her over the edge, her hips bucking up against me. The four bonds on her ankles and wrists tethering her to the bed were the only things holding her down. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t resist sliding my fingers into her slippery folds. Immediately, she tightened around them, and I sank four fingers inside her. Before I knew it, I was finger-fucking her fast and hard, making her come again. Finally sated, I untied her and we both drifted off into a very satisfied sleep.
She had the day off, so I left her in bed the next morning. When I got home from work, Sonya was waiting for me, wearing nothing but a jeweled collar and a leather thong. Small silver hoops dangled from each pierced nipple. “I think I’m going to come in my pants,” I told her.
Instantly, she dropped to her knees and opened my fly. She pulled down my briefs and my cock sprang free. She licked the tip, then sucked my length into her mouth. Sonya moved her head up and down, slickening my cock with saliva as she deep-throated me. One hand toyed with my balls, lightly squeezing them as her tongue pleasurably tormented my cock. The unexpected blowjob, delivered with such passion and skill, had me coming less than two minutes after I’d walked in the door.
I settled onto the couch while she puttered around the living room. I couldn’t stop staring at her practically nude body. She caught my eyes boring into her and soon she came over to straddle my lap. As we made out, my hands automatically held her wrists behind her back. “Yes, take me.” Her words urged me on. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, where I was surprised to see a coil of rope lying on the floor.
“Tie me up again,” she said breathily, gazing hungrily up at me from her half-lidded eyes. “Make it tight, the way I need it.”
With the length of rope I was able to get a bit more creative than I had with the scarves. I told Sonya to lie on her stomach on the bed and I bound her hands at the small of her back. Then I had her bend her knees and I bound her ankles to her wrists. The white rope contrasted nicely with her skin and got me totally hard.
There was some rope left, so I rolled her onto her side and wrapped it under her breasts, lifting them up, then I ran the rope back over her other shoulder to reach the knot at her wrists again. She looked so vulnerable lying there in that position, hardly able to move. I ran my finger over her cunt, and sure enough, she was dripping wet. “Do you like that, Sonya? Do you like being at my mercy?” I asked, my voice low.
“Yes, I love it,” she said. I dropped my trousers, pulled her body to the edge of the bed, and spread her knees apart so I could get at her cunt. I rubbed my cock against her opening, and she cried out, flapping her legs open and then closed as much as she could within the confines of the ropes. I held her knees apart and watched her shudder as she pressed up against me. “Yes, fuck me!” she yelled as she tossed her head back. I crouched slightly so my dick was positioned against her hole, then I began to fuck her.
I grabbed the knot of rope binding her body and held it as I pummeled into her from behind, thrusting hard while she moaned in ecstasy. I reached beneath her to fondle her nipples, flicking the rings lightly as my cock slammed deep inside her cunt. I pulled out and I gave her ass a quick slap, thrilled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, then slid back inside her slowly. We were both on the verge of coming. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Do you like being my toy? Do you like being unable to do anything but take my cock over and over again?”
Clearly, the answer was yes, because moments later, she came, covering my cock with her juices. Her quivering pussy was too much to resist, and I spurted into her as well. I pulled out, untied her, and held her close to me, my fingers lingering over the pale marks the rope had left on her sensitive skin. I’m so glad I found a woman like Sonya to explore this side of my passion with, and I can’t wait to try out more ways to please my bondage beauty.
—Mr. Art W., Chattanooga, Tennessee
My husband, James, is completely under my control and has been that way for the last twenty years. I often read about dominant women who top their men by feminizing them: giving them feminine names, shaving them, and dressing them in panties. That’s not for me—I married a man, and I want him to look like a man. Knowing that this strong, powerful person willingly submits to me—not because I’m physically bigger than him, but because my feminine presence demands it—thrills me like nothing else. On our wedding day he formally gave me control of his body—it was written in our vows. He craves that loss of control in all aspects of his life. I’ve been happy to make him my servant and erotic plaything, and together we have a perfect life.
I refer to him as “my boy” when talking to friends and acquaintances. They think it is a term of endearment—and it is, but we know its deeper meaning. He beams with pride when I refer to him as such, usually when he’s kneeling next to me with his head resting on my lap or giving me a foot massage.
I don’t make James remain naked at home, but this doesn’t mean he’s not under my constant control. Although clothed, he is still completely accessible to me at all times. What I’ve done is cut slits in the seat of his underwear and swimsuits. So at any time I can sneak a finger inside or even add a butt plug. I think this makes him feel even more subservient. But most of all, the holes serve as a reminder to him that he is always at my disposal.
I often make James masturbate in front of me, during which I dictate how he should hold himself and how fast or slow he should move his hand. To tease him further, I only allow him to come this way once every other week. I’ll typically have him jerk off until he’s almost at the brink of orgasm, then stop and lick my pussy until I come.
On the days that he does not masturbate, I provide the stimulation. Because James’s balls and ass are my property, I am free to play with them whenever I like. I can spend hours stroking his cock and smooth shaven balls without allowing him to come. Sometimes, if he has been on his best behavior, I give him a little treat. At these times, I will position James on all fours, fuck his ass with a dildo, and jerk him off with my hand. While I’m milking him, I’ll muse aloud that my dildo could be the cock of one of the men in the neighborhood. The mere suggestion gets him off in no time. But, of course, he has to clean up any mess he makes.
The end result of all these rules and regulations is that James is always on edge. I need only touch his cock, and it instantly stiffens and begins to ooze precome. He tells me that when he’s at work, he can sometimes still taste the hint of my pussy on his tongue. That’s because another of our rules is that every single day he has to eat me to orgasm. Sometimes he does it twice a day because he loves to worship my cunt whenever he can. Occasionally, I may put him under the table in the morning to feast on me while I eat my cereal, squirming in delight as he dutifully laps at my sex. Other times, I may order him between my legs while I chat on the phone or watch TV.
I’ve trained James well, so when he goes down on me he does it exactly the way I like it. When we first entered into our relationship, his tongue would just flail around, randomly hitting my pussy in spots that sometimes felt good, but more often fell short of the mark. I had to hold his head steady and direct his tongue to the exact location I wanted. James caught on pretty quickly. Now when he does zoom in on my clit, I go wild and start producing juices like you wouldn’t believe, and this excites him even more.
The first time he dined on my cunt, he started stroking his cock. I knew that pussy worship turned him on, but he had to be stopped. I wanted his undivided attention!
I rose quickly, knocking him aside in the process. He looked up at me guiltily, with his hand still wrapped around his dick. “What do you think you’re doing?” I yelled, swatting at his wayward hand. “Do you want to lose your jerking-off privileges for a whole month?”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress. I promise not to do it again,” he said, dropping his hands to his sides.
“That’s enough for now. Go sit in that chair,” I said, pointing to a wooden dining-room chair. He immediately scurried over and sat, and even though my pussy was aching with arousal, I went to fetch the rope from the closet. Its only purpose is to tie him up, and I only do that when he’s been particularly disobedient.
Silently, I went about securing his ankles to the legs of the chair and his wrists behind his back. He looked so sexy sitting there with his dick standing at attention that I got even more horny. When I lightly dragged one finger from the base of his cock up to the crown, he moaned. I ran my fingertip across my outstretched tongue, moving as slowly as I could, then I flicked my fingernail against one of his erect nipples before taking it between the tips of my fingers.
His moans started getting louder and were distracting me from appreciating his body. I spied a bowl of apples sitting on the table and, suddenly inspired, grabbed one. I pushed it between his parted lips and he obediently bit down on it. “That should shut you up,” I barked. “And don’t you dare drop it.” Leaving his hard cock bobbing in the air, I dragged over an ottoman and perched myself on it in front of him, spreading my legs so he could look at, but not touch, my pussy.
His eyes bulged as I fingered myself, letting my feet rest against the tops of his thighs. I put on a show for him, digging my toes into his legs as I fucked my pussy. Part of me wanted to climb on top of him and ride his cock to orgasm, but I knew that wouldn’t impart a proper obedience lesson, and his training comes first above all else. Besides, teasing him is almost as much fun as fucking him, and there’d be plenty of time for that later.
As I slammed my fingers in and out of my hole, I said, “Are you still going to insist on stroking your cock even when you know that I own it, and I am the only one who can allow it to be touched?”
James’s first response was a garbled moan; I’d almost forgotten about the apple. I leaned forward and took it out, noting the bite marks with satisfaction. I could tell he was aching to come. “I’ve learned my lesson, I promise, Mistress. I will never again think about my own needs until I have made you come as many times as you desire. If you, in your infinite wisdom, choose to make me wait, then I will do so,” he said.
“That’s more like it,” I replied. With a few more thrusts of my fingers inside my slick hole, I came with a loud roar. His eyes were filled with longing. I knew that missing my first orgasm of the night was a big disappointment to him.
I rose from the ottoman, feeling my juices dripping out of my pussy, and untied him. “I’m going to give you one more chance, and if you do it right, you just may be allowed to climax tonight.”
All I can tell you is that his confinement had served James well. He pounced on my cunt, eating me like he’d been starved for days. His tongue pushed inside my pussy, then came out to play with my clit. I knew there was no way he was touching himself because one hand was playing with my nipple and the other was finger-fucking me. He had two fingers shoved in my hole as his tongue worked over my clit. He brought me to one powerful orgasm and kept going until I had another.
Only then did I allow him to jerk off, and, not surprisingly, he came with only a few strokes of his hand. I’m glad he learned his lesson, but I also look forward to his future training. Teaching him how to behave is just so much fun!
—Ms. Colleen F., Grand Rapids, Michigan
One of my favorite things about the fall is getting to break out my schoolgirl uniform from the far reaches of my closet. Nothing gets my boyfriend, Tony, harder than seeing me prance around in the plaid skirt, white button-down shirt, knee socks, and perfect little sneakers, with a lollipop in my mouth and a look of wide-eyed innocence on my face. He loves it because he knows that in real life I’m far from innocent. I love to get into trouble and then have him “punish” me for it, and playing student and teacher is one of our favorite forms of role-play.
Last week, while cleaning our closets, I decided to surprise him when he got home from work. Instead of cooking dinner, I donned the requisite outfit, then set about spreading the rest of the closet’s contents all over our bedroom floor. When he walked through the front door and called out, “Hi, honey,” I didn’t answer; I pretended that I hadn’t heard him. “Hello?” he called wonderingly as he made his way up the stairs. To make sure I got a good spanking, I’d left off my panties and began rolling around on the floor amid all the clothes, which is how Tony found me. “Now, Steph, what on earth do you think you’re doing?”
I winked at him as I lay down on my back, and then spread my legs wide, enough for him to see my freshly shaved pussy. Even from across the room, I could see his cock swelling underneath his jeans. He moved closer to me, already unfastening his belt. “Young lady, you’re supposed to be doing your homework!” he barked, slipping right into the stern teacher role that never fails to send shivers up my spine and tingles to my cunt. He flipped up my skirt so it flopped above my waist. “And no panties—you know we’ve discussed this. There’ll be no more excuses, this time, you’re really going to get it!” he said sternly.
He pulled me up and sat me down on the bed. I was hoping he would take me across his lap and make my ass nice and red with some solid spanking, but he had another plan in mind. “Since you didn’t do as you were told, you’re going to have to go stand in the corner. But first, take off your clothes,” he ordered, and trembling with excitement at the severity of his tone, I did as he commanded. I gave him a puppy-dog look as I unhooked the button of my skirt and let it fall to the floor, then I undid my blouse and dropped it as well.
I was standing before him wearing only a simple white bra, my knee socks and shoes, with my hair done up in two symmetrical pigtails. I licked my lips as I reached my arms behind me to unhook the bra, peeling it off me as sensually as I could to give him a taste of what he was missing the longer he held off from touching me. Even though I knew it had to be an effort, he maintained a straight face as I flung my bra at him. I faced the corner and obediently placed my crossed wrists behind my back.
I was tempted to turn around, but knew that Tony wouldn’t approve, so I faced the wall and tried to ignore the way my pussy ached just from having him watching me stand there naked. I could feel small droplets of my juice dribbling down my thigh, and I was sure that he could smell my arousal. I chanced a very quick peek behind me and saw that he had taken off his clothes, too, and was jerking off. I waited, patient and still, before he finally walked up behind me. “Your grades have been slipping lately because you’ve spent so much time misbehaving. I can’t seem to leave you alone for any length of time without you disobeying the rules, and you know what happens to girls who break the rules.” His voice was thrillingly menacing, and I wasn’t surprised when he suddenly grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me in one fast thrust without any warning. “That’s right, I’m going to fuck you for as long and hard as I want, then let you go,” he said as he tugged my hair, making my head tilt back. He then let go of my pigtails and pinched my nipples roughly, making the already-hardened buds tighten even more and sending shock waves straight to my cunt.
I love to be fucked roughly, and as Tony kept toying with one nipple, he pulled me back by the hip so that his cock could completely invade my cunt. I shuddered against him as my orgasm rolled through my body, dragging itself out for as long as possible. His cock continued to plumb my pussy’s depths, pushing into me until he finally came, spurting his hot juice inside me as I leaned against the wall for support.
“Don’t think I’m done with you, missy,” he warned, as I collapsed onto the floor in happy, sated exhaustion. He was looking down at me with a severe expression on his face that excited me. And when he sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, I knew that I was finally going to get my much-needed spanking. I didn’t want to look too eager, so, as befit a naughty schoolgirl, I hung back in the corner. He slapped his thigh harder. “You know what that signal means, young lady,” he chided me. I walked slowly toward him, as if I had not been dreaming of his hand falling across my ass ever since I started rummaging in the closet. I lowered myself across his lap, and he really let me have it!
He started off with a bit of a warm-up, his hand slapping the fleshiest part of my ass with just a hint of harshness. Then he upped the ante, and his strokes got faster and harder so that I barely knew where one ended and the next began. My ass cheeks burned with the heat of his smacks, and my pussy even more so, because each time his hand connected with my flesh, my pussy gave a corresponding pulsation. “You are such a terrible student, Stephanie, sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever pass my class. It’s almost as if you like being spanked like this.” His voice trailed off, as he pulled my ass flesh tight with one hand and smacked it hard with the other, making the reverberations flow right back to my cunt, all the more focused.
My head drooped toward the floor as he kept up this rhythm. I felt his hard cock pressing into my stomach and knew that as soon as he decided I’d learned my lesson, I’d get to feel him inside me once again. I wiggled against his erection, not because I wanted him to stop spanking me, but to show him that I knew and appreciated his stiffness, but he was on to me. “Don’t think you can get out of this by rubbing up against me. Those methods don’t work with me. I know all too well what a naughty girl you are,” he said, punctuating each word with a harsh smack that made my pussy quiver.
Finally, when I was approaching my limit, he stopped, rubbing his hands over my hot cheeks before dipping lower and stroking my sopping pussy. “You didn’t like that at all, did you?” he asked, his voice melting as his fingers sank into my wetness, sliding easily inside me as I tightened automatically around them. He pulled them out and I heard him noisily sucking my juices off his hand before he lifted me up and laid me on my back on the bed. Again, he shoved into me in one quick jolt, but this time without quite as much urgency. In fact, after that initial thrust, he pulled out almost all the way, leaving only the tip of his cock in my cunt while I arched my hips upward in a silent plea.
So this was how he was going to get back at me, by withholding the cock he knew I needed more than anything. Fine. Since he already thought I was a spoiled brat, I reached down and began playing with my clit, pinching the hard nub between my fingers just as he’d squeezed my nipples earlier, enjoying the ripples of arousal that zapped their way inside my cunt. I knew it couldn’t be easy for him to hold himself steady while my pussy clenched around his cockhead, and within mere seconds, he was again shoving into me. He slammed his cock deep inside my pussy, and I could feel the tip of his dick pound against my cervix in a way that had me coming again. He lowered his entire body onto mine, covering me before he nipped at my lower lip, sucking it between his teeth as he erupted inside me, bathing my already-wet pussy with his juice.
Afterward, he set me down at our desk and told me to write “I will be a good girl” one hundred times. I felt the continuing warmth on my ass as it pressed against the wooden seat. As I finished this latest homework assignment, I knew that soon I’d be misbehaving all over again. After all, how could I let my favorite outfit go to waste?
—Ms. Stephanie T., Columbus, Ohio
For Valentine’s Day I got the perfect present—all because I failed to get my mistress the perfect present. Let me explain—my mistress, wife, and goddess, Dorothea, is a dream come true. Six feet tall, with long black hair and bright green eyes, she is trim, tan, and powerful. She’s looked after me and directed my life since we first got together. She helped unlock my true submissive side, and the minute we met, I knew she was the one I wanted to worship for the rest of my life. At our wedding I knelt next to her as I said my vows— then later she chained me to our bed and teased me with her pussy for hours.
She knows how much I adore her, but I still show her my affection every chance I get. For Valentine’s Day I’ve always given her the fanciest of chocolates—Godiva. Each year as my income grew, I purchased a treat of greater magnitude. However, this year I dropped the ball and didn’t reach the famed chocolatier until after the shop had closed. I had to resort to my local drugstore for another brand. Even though I bought the largest box I could find, I knew that Mistress Dorothea would be disappointed in me—I just didn’t know how disappointed. I was soon to find out. I also bought her two dozen red roses to try to make up for my transgression, and I arrived home full of apologies.
She was wearing a long, elegant red silk dressing gown and her nails were adorned with red polish. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” I said, bowing as I walked in, then presenting the gifts to her. I’d wrapped my chocolate offering while in the car, and I nervously awaited her reaction as she tore into the paper.
“What’s this?” she asked, tapping the box with one of her extremely long fingernails. She thrust the box at me. “This is not Godiva!” she shouted, letting me know that she was displeased.
“I know, Dorothea, but they were closed by the time I got out of work.”
“Then you should have gone at lunchtime! Or last week. Great job. Well, I’m not eating this crap,” she said, opening the box and perusing its offerings. She took one chocolate and held it up to my lips. I dutifully opened wide, and she pushed it in. I chewed it, feeling its gooey cherry center exploding in my mouth, though it tasted bitter, not sweet. Then she upended the box and dumped all the chocolates on the floor. “That’s what I think of your ‘gift,’” she said. “Clean up that mess, put these flowers in a vase, and then get yourself downstairs,” she said harshly.
I cringed at her tone but was thrilled by her words—the basement was where our home dungeon was. She stalked out of the room, and I hurriedly gathered the remaining candy, throwing it into the trash, then put the flowers in water. By the time I made it downstairs, my cock was hard with anticipation. When I saw her holding a red suede flogger, I knew I was in for a thorough punishment—one that I craved 100 percent. She lightly whacked the toy against her palm. “You’re overdressed—strip!” she ordered, and I did, presenting my naked body for her inspection.
I heard a jangling sound and realized she was planning to rig me up by my wrists and ankles, securing me in place so I couldn’t move. I shuddered, my breathing altered by the excitement of being at her mercy. My cock stood up proudly as I stepped into place, raising my arms so she could secure them with the cuffs. She then did the same to my ankles. “That’s better. Now you’re ready to give me a little Valentine’s Day gift— your body,” she said approvingly, squeezing my ass as if testing melons at the supermarket.
“Are you ready to offer up a proper gift to me?” she asked, as she delivered a stern smack on my ass.
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, exulting in the warmth her slap had delivered.
“Good,” she said, and then picked up the flogger. I heard it whizzing through the air right before I felt it land on my ass, the combined force of the soft strands creating a sting upon my flesh. She gave me a good whacking on the behind before moving down to an even more sensitive area—the backs of my legs. My upper thighs hummed as she whipped me there. Each time the flogger connected with my skin, my cock twitched. I had the choice of shutting my eyes, staring straight ahead at the wall, or looking down at my cock. I chose the latter, watching its firmness bob without being able to touch or stroke it.
Then she moved her target up to my back. “I should be sitting in my favorite chair eating Godiva while you massage my feet,” she said as she swung the flogger. “But no, you had to go and ruin Valentine’s Day for me,” my mistress chastised me as she struck my strong shoulders, making my bonds rattle as my body shook. The combined effect of the flogger hitting my upper back and her words made my cock twitch with excitement. The heavy thudding of the flogger resounded in my ears and the arousing sensation of its impact swept through my body.
My back was warm, but I knew it could take even more than my ass. “Are you sorry yet?” she asked, which was her way of finding out if I wanted to continue.
“I couldn’t help it!” I whined, knowing this would cause her to strike me harder. She did, unleashing her annoyance directly onto my backside, then she switched locations. The flogger seamlessly stroked one shoulder and then the next, while she twirled it expertly. From experience, I knew she was wielding the whip in figure eights. I’d seen her practice these motions and knew it was a sight to behold. I was grateful for my bonds, as they let me absorb her blows without causing her to miss her target.
“Count to fourteen,” she ordered, another reference to my failure to meet the holiday’s standards. She flogged each ass cheek fourteen times, while I said each number, followed by, “Thank you, Mistress.” She dropped the flogger by my feet when she was done and pressed her body up against mine. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and I moaned.
“What do you have to say for yourself, slave?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, Dorothea. I should have known better and been more prepared. You deserve better, especially on Valentine’s Day. I’ll do anything to make it up to you,” I said in apology.
“Indeed you will,” she said, taking her hand off my cock in order to release me. “Now lie down on the floor!” Her voice retained its edge, even though we were about to fuck. We have a standing joke about which positions we like—I love being on top, and so does she. Most of the time, however, we do it her way, and if I’m being punished, I’m always on the bottom. But on my birthday and special occasions, she’ll let me climb on top of her and slam my cock inside her. Since she outweighs me by thirty pounds, when she’s above me she can push my hips down and keep me in place—not that I really mind, because it turns me on to please her.
I lay down, shaking with excitement at finally coming close to my beloved’s pussy. She roughly got on top of me and sank down onto me, holding the base of my cock and moving around, as if I were nothing more than a sex toy to her. I know I’m more than that, but we both like it when she occasionally acts like I’m not. No matter what, fucking her feels amazing and knowing that she was getting off because of my cock provoked me, too. “Don’t come until I do!” she barked, her eyes shut as she focused intently on her own pleasure. I didn’t say a word. I simply lay back and enjoyed the feel of her pussy clutching my dick tightly, until I heard her breath start to come in fast little pants. Her cunt got tighter and tighter, until I felt a rush of wetness surround me. “Okay,” she said quietly, and I bucked up into her. It only took a few humps before I was shooting my hot come deep into her hole. We shared a look of passion as we recovered.
Then she immediately snapped back into her dominant role. “I expect you to make this up to me tomorrow,” she said before rising and heading to take a bath—alone.
The next night I went all out, getting an extremely expensive package of truffles, mints, solid chocolate, and assorted treats. I even got her some chocolate-covered strawberries—nothing is too good for my wife. I presented the package to her and she regally accepted it, opening the boxes and savoring a piece from each. I looked on with my mouth watering. I was hungry for chocolate—and her. But instead of sharing her bounty, she closed the boxes and locked them in her desk drawer. “Next year, if you get me my gift on time, I’ll share them with you,” she said. Dorothea did, however, let me taste her sweet pussy, and I consider that more than a fair trade-off. I’m lucky to have such a demanding wife, and I will do everything I can to serve her faithfully in the future.
—Mr. Floyd S., Washington, D.C.
Summer wouldn’t seem to leave this year. Now, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy sunshine as much as the next girl, but after a sweltering July and equally brutal August, I was ready to move to the Antarctic. And then, just when I thought the haven of a crisp autumn was approaching, Indian summer swooped into town.
My boyfriend, Will, came over to visit one sticky night last month and was greeted by more of my complaints. I was in a really bitchy mood since I came home and discovered that my air conditioner had stopped working. He sat at the kitchen table, observing my plight and my ranting that someone was going to die if the radio station played “Summer in the City” one more time. Wordlessly, he stripped off his T-shirt. He leaned back in the chair, his skin glowing in the moist heat. As my grumbling escalated, he tried to appear concerned but couldn’t help laughing at me. This got me incensed.
“I’m suffering and all you can do is laugh,” I said, exasperated. “You think this is funny.”
Will looked me straight in the eye and said, “I think that you need to cool down.” He jumped out of his chair and in one smooth motion threw me over his shoulder. I kicked and pounded on his sweat-slicked back, demanding that he let me go. Once I realized that he was heading for the bedroom, my struggle became more playful. Will dumped me on the bed and climbed atop me, straddling my hips.
“What are you doing?” I asked, giggling.
“You’ll see soon enough,” he said with a smile. Will stretched to reach the corner of the bed. His chest was inches from my face. I sat up and flicked my tongue across a tiny nipple. I turned my head to see what he was reaching for and saw him grabbing the belt from my bathrobe, which was hanging on the headboard. Will grabbed both my hands and pulled them over my head. I felt the cool metal of the headboard on the insides of my wrists, as he brought them through the bars and snugly tied the terrycloth belt around them.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he warned. “I’ll be right back.” Will climbed off the bed and left the room. I heard some noises coming from the kitchen but had no idea what he might be up to. The anticipation of what was to come, and the new thrill of being bound and helpless, had my heart racing. I fidgeted in my bonds, tapping my fingernails against the headboard. Will returned a few minutes later and placed a metal bowl on the night table.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Will slowly undid his button fly and dropped his jeans to the floor. My eyes immediately focused on his cock, which was beginning to swell. I squeezed my legs together nervously. “So whaddaya got for me?” I asked in a whisper.
Will didn’t answer as he straddled me once more. With my legs pinned underneath him, I couldn’t escape. “I said you needed to cool down,” he reasoned as he reached into the bowl and held up a dripping ice cube. With the other hand, he pushed my T-shirt over my breasts and pushed down the cups of my bra so my flesh spilled over the lace. A hiss slipped through my teeth as Will traced the ice around one of my pink nipples. I tried to squirm but his weight kept me in place. Whenever the cube made contact with my flesh, my hips bucked from the icy thrill. My nipple quickly became numb. Drops of water dripped down my breast and tickled my armpit. He moved to my left breast. Soon both nipples were tight and as firm as pencil erasers.
Will took his time circling my left nipple with the ice. When he finally sucked it between his lips, I gasped at the burning sensation of fire and ice. His hot mouth soon revived it from its desensitized state. Coaxing my nipple back to life, he moved from simple licks to harsh bites. His sharp nips made me yelp with the sweet agony. After his temperature treatment, my nipples seemed extra-sensitive.
Will climbed off me. He grabbed the waistband of my bicycle shorts and pulled them over my hips. He brought the bowl to the bed and placed it next to me. I heard the floating cubes clink against the metal. Will dipped his hand into the bowl and scooped up another piece of ice. “Open your legs, sweetheart,” he whispered. I bent my knees and slowly spread my legs for him.
His eyes were locked on my pussy. A thread of wetness was already seeping out of me and trailing down the cleft between my ass cheeks. I held my breath as I waited for his touch. Will circled my clitoris with the ice. My hips jumped and I yanked at my bonds when it made contact. “Don’t move,” he commanded quietly. I struggled to obey him.
Cries of rapture escaped my lips as this precious torment continued. Will was rubbing the ice directly on my clitoris and I moaned. He kept this up for a few more moments, until he was satisfied with my reactions. He then moved downward, rubbing the ice along my pussy lips. He nudged them open with a finger. “Ahh, Will, no,” I whispered, as I felt the ice cube slip inside me. He didn’t listen to my pleas, because he knew that my gentle protests were part of the game.
The chill of the ice was radiating in my womb. Will leaned down and sucked the icy nub of my clitoris between his lips. He rolled his tongue around it, warming it with his mouth. My hands clasped the bar that I was tethered to. The melting ice and my love juice soaked the mattress. Each lap at my sex increased my arousal and added to the wet spot underneath me. His panting breaths fanning my cunt proved that he was just as turned on as I was.
He looked up at me and growled, “God, I want to fuck you.”
“I won’t stop you,” I joked breathlessly. Will climbed on top of me, sighing as he slipped his cock into the cool depths of my cunt. For a moment, he just lay there, savoring the feel of my chilled pussy. Then he began fucking me slowly, picking up speed until he was pounding into me. It may have been the combination of Will’s wintry touch and my being his bound captive, or that Will is the greatest fuck I’ve ever had, because with little effort, his talented cock soon brought me to a screaming orgasm. Before I could catch my breath, he jammed his cock inside me, filling me with his creamy come.
I never did get the air conditioner fixed, but that’s okay. Will came up with more than enough ideas to help me keep my cool. I can’t wait to see what he does this winter to keep me warm!
—Ms. Madeline D., Arlington, Virginia
Mistress Donna had been dissatisfied with my performance as her slave/husband. She kept hinting that I hadn’t been living up to my end of our agreement. I wasn’t giving her enough sex and was generally failing in my duties. Since I live to please her, I wanted to do anything I could to make it up to her.
As it turned out, my “punishment” wasn’t exactly a huge hardship for me. “It seems you can’t manage to follow simple orders, my slave,” she said, staring down at me as I knelt before her, “so I’ve called in some reinforcements. My friend, who you’ll address as Mistress Jessica, is going to help me discipline you. Now go upstairs and get into your cage,” she concluded, sweeping by me.
I scurried upstairs and got into the cage she’d bought especially for me—it’s extra large, and I can move around, but when I’m inside it, I’m not to make a sound and she can do with me as she wishes, which I find incredibly exciting. I was extremely curious about my new mistress, but kept quiet as I tried to be obedient in my cage. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Mistress Donna came in and let me out, fastening my “Slave Jerry” collar around my neck and attaching a metal chain that she used to lead me down the stairs.
The vision greeting me at the foot of the stairs made me catch my breath. Now, Mistress Donna is beautiful: tall, brunette, perfectly curvy and pretty. But Mistress Jessica was at least a decade younger, perkier and more petite, with bright red hair, a pierced nose, and a beautiful tattoo of a mermaid running down her left thigh. She wore tall black heels and a black teddy with garters and black stockings. She lit a cigarette and Mistress Donna instructed me to hold out my hands to catch the ashes. I cupped my palms, peering up into the sparkling green eyes of this second woman who would be dominating me. She took a long puff, then blew out the smoke in a haughty gesture. Years of practice have gotten me so accustomed to this behavior that I didn’t even flinch. She blew a few more puffs in my direction, then grabbed me by the ear, tugging me upward. With her in her heels, we were about the same height, but I felt tiny and submissive next to her inherent superiority.
Jessica dug her fingers into the space between my neck and the collar, keeping them resting there as I swallowed heavily. “Slave, I understand you’ve been very bad. Well, I’m going to make sure that you learn a lesson that you won’t soon forget!” I was already quivering at the tone of her voice, anticipating her sensual dominance of me. “Do you understand me?” she shouted loudly, right in my face. “Yes, Mistress,” I replied quietly, bowing my head.
“You’ve been taking your mistress for granted and it’s high time you be punished for your neglect,” she said, grabbing my leash as she propelled me forward. I had to hurry to follow her, but watching her firm, sexy ass and flaming hair got my cock hard. I’d be lucky if these two would even let me masturbate at the end of our scene after being such a bad boy.
Mistress Donna was right behind me, and she’d somehow picked up her riding crop, slapping my ass with it as we made our way upstairs. When we got to the dungeon room, they sat me down on a padded leather seat and used a variety of ropes to tie me to the chair, making sure I couldn’t escape—not that I wanted to. Then they teased me by rubbing each of their bodies against me. I was still dressed, and my cock was pressing urgently against my zipper, my arousal almost painful in its intensity.
The sight of these two gorgeous women intent on teaching me a lesson made me want to promise to do anything if they’d only let me come. Mistress Jessica leaned down and pinched my nipple, then turned her head so she could suck on Mistress Donna’s. My open legs gave them access to my cock, but they chose to ignore it. I heard my mistress moan and longed for a taste of any part of her, but she moved away when I grunted. “A slave is not entitled to sex with his mistress, he must earn it,” said Mistress Jessica as she sat down on the bed, facing me, and beckoned Mistress Donna to join her.
They made me watch, unable to move, as they devoured each other, hands tangling in each other’s hair, mouths sucking on each other’s breasts, as they battled for supremacy. Finally, Mistress Donna gave in and let Mistress Jessica pin her to the bed, giving me a perfect view of my mistress as I’d never seen her before—her body bucking under her friend’s practiced fingers. One hand held her wrists down and the other parted her pussy lips and made her jerk and gasp. I was amazed—and as horny as all get-out. As Mistress Jessica probed my mistress’s cunt until she cried out in pleasure, my hard dick struggled to get free. When Mistress Donna had caught her breath, she looked over at me with a smile. “See how easy it is to give your mistress a good fucking when she needs it?”
I moaned, overwhelmed with the need to touch or be touched by at least one of them. Fortunately, they took pity on me and untied me, but my exciting ordeal wasn’t over yet. When my hand discreetly moved to stroke my cock through my pants, Mistress Jessica slapped it away. “You haven’t earned the right to touch your cock just yet,” she said. “Go face the wall and place your hands above your head.”
I’d gotten used to Mistress Jessica’s voice ordering me around. It felt even more special to have two mistresses commanding me rather than just one. Mistress Donna warmed me up with several smacks to my ass, her breathing becoming heavy and more erratic as she hit me, then Mistress Jessica moved in. She ordered Mistress Donna to undo my pants and lift up my shirt. With my pants and boxers down at my ankles, she flogged me, letting the suede strips of her whip bite into my skin, striping my shoulder blades, then my ass, then the backs of my thighs. I maintained my position as best I could, my naked cock pressed against the wall. The beating felt so good I thought I might come without even touching my penis directly, which had never happened before, but if I did, I knew there would be a price to pay.
Mistress Jessica stopped, leaving my backside feeling like it was on fire, the waves of accumulated heat adding to my arousal. “Turn around, slave, and show your obedience to your mistress,” she said. I did, looking up at a naked Mistress Donna. “You shall begin by kissing her feet and work your way up her body,” she said, forcibly grabbing me by the hair and shoving my head down to Mistress’s beautifully pedicured toenails. I was so grateful to have some flesh-on-flesh contact with my beloved Mistress Donna that I devoured her tiny toes, shoving my tongue in the crevices, then taking each one individually into my mouth. I kissed the top of her foot and polished each heel and sole with my tongue, which she mashed down against my mouth.
Then Mistress Jessica grabbed me again, directing me to glide my tongue up Mistress Donna’s long, smooth legs until I reached her beautiful pussy. There, I once again feasted, and I didn’t need an ounce of instruction from anyone in how to please her. My cock was going crazy but I tried to ignore it, content in the knowledge that this time, I was doing what I was put on this earth to do—give pleasure to the woman who controls, cares for, and possesses me. My tongue knew exactly what to do as it slid into her wet tunnel, arching upward, then swirling around to stroke her special spots, before easing back to focus on her clit. Soon she was moaning and her juices rained down on me. I buried my face in her cunt to catch all of her nectar. I stayed there until her shivers subsided, and I’d swallowed a good amount of her sweet cream.
“Very good, my slave,” she said, patting me on my head. “Now get back in your cage while I say goodbye to Mistress Jessica, and maybe tomorrow I’ll let you relieve yourself.” I’m happy to say that after a night spent with one serious case of blue balls, Mistress Donna let me fuck her into oblivion the next morning, and any problems of the sort that got me in trouble have been swiftly eradicated. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t mess up on purpose once in a while, because with my mistress, the punishment is often quite rewarding in and of itself.
—Mr. Jerry K., Providence, Rhode Island
I’m a forty-three-year-old, healthy, successful businessman, and I’ve yet to find the right domme to give me what I crave. I’ve come close a few times, but my past lovers never quite hit the mark, so to speak. They’d be interested for a few weeks, then revert back to wanting me to make all the plans, take charge in the bedroom, and generally have the upper hand. They couldn’t understand why I got off when they topped me.
So I’ve spent the last few years mapping out exactly what I need in a mistress, so that when I meet her, I’ll know she’s the one. Here’s what I imagine our life will be like, especially when I’ve misbehaved. She writes out a list of rules for me at the start of our relationship. I’m to follow them to a tee, and if I don’t, I will be punished. She has various forms of discipline, but the one she likes best is to make me strip naked in front of her, then put on a pair of tight panties. They are not hers, but my own—a special pair she got for me that traps my cock tightly. However, I’m so turned on that my dick swells inside the panties, making my bulge visible.
While I have the panties on, she makes me get down on my knees in front of her. I don’t need much prodding because I love servicing her, but rather than having me lick her pussy, she teaches me the art of cocksucking. She makes me watch video after video where girls take guys’ huge dicks down their throats. “Do you see that girl right there?” she asks, pointing to the one who is swallowing the largest dick. “That’s gonna be you—but it’s my dick you’re gonna be deep-throating.”
I groan upon hearing her words because sucking a cock, whether another guy’s or a woman’s pseudodick, has always been something that’s made me hard. I’ve never had the courage to tell anyone, even my mistresses, because I thought it might be pushing the envelope. But with my dream domme, it’s not only permissible, but a plus for me to want to learn to give the perfect blowjob. Watching so many women get their mouths stuffed full of cock has me so hard I’m aching, but my mistress doesn’t let me touch myself.
Instead, when I’ve taken in about as much on-screen fellatio as my brain can handle, she reappears wearing nothing except a gigantic black dick strapped around her hips. As turned on as I am, for a moment I hesitate. I want to suck it, but will I be able to? I decide that I’m up for the challenge, especially since if I want to stay in this relationship, I’ll have to at least give it a try. I know that if it really is too much for me to handle, my mistress will ease up, but I want to take the whole thing for her. She keeps the porn playing, but mutes the TV. “I want to be able to hear your moans as you swallow this big cock—I got the largest one they had, just for you!” she exclaims. She looks so happy as she lowers herself down onto the couch and gets comfortable.
As I kneel before her on the carpet, my hard cock presses against my stomach within the confines of the panties. I lean forward, open my mouth, and take my first taste of dick. Even though hers is made of silicone, it’s warm and I could swear it tastes like her. Maybe that’s because I’m so near her precious pussy. Guided by her fingertips nudging the back of my neck, I find a way to open up and take the entire monster cock down my throat. It feels good and triggers something in my body that makes my dick even harder. I worry that I might come in the panties, which is against the rules, but I don’t care as I slide back up, letting the smooth head deliver unfamiliar sensations to my mouth.
She clearly likes the way I suck her cock because she keeps moaning and thrusting up into me. “You look so pretty in those panties, almost like a girl, except you have that big hard-on. Maybe I’ll have to teach you how to hide it better in the future,” she says, making said erection jerk wildly in my panties. I ignore it though, focusing on the cock in my mouth as if it were alive, liking how it gets easier to slide up and down the wetter the toy gets. I put my whole body into my efforts, wanting to please her—and not just because that’s part of my job requirements.
She instills in me a desire to be my best self, to be her ultimate servant, but also to be the best person I can be. Even while I’m down on my knees sucking her cock, I feel more proud of myself than ever and know that positive energy will transfer to the rest of my life. When my colleagues tell me I look great, like I’ve lost weight, I smile a secret smile and laugh it off, knowing that my inner glow has come from my new role and my success as her slave.
Whereas I had initially thought the cock was too big, by the time she’s come from the base of her dick rubbing against her clit, I’m already longing for a bigger one, one that will truly challenge my hungry mouth. I don’t dare express this to her, lest she take it as criticism. I will wait for her to decide if and when I should advance in the rungs of service.
My perfect mistress will also give me household chores and watch over me to make sure I’m doing them right, and correct me when I’d do wrong. She will make me go outside to rake the yard, wearing nothing but a tight, red thong—one that leaves nothing to the imagination. She will inspect every inch of her property and haul me over by the scruff of my neck to point out my errors. She won’t care that others can see into our yard and may wonder about the nature of our relationship, because she’s so secure in the dance that the two of us do—mistress and slave, domme and sub.
In return, I will get hard at the mere thought of her stern gaze, her commanding bark, or the click of her sharp, spiked heels on the floor. She will hover over me in my dreams, and my heartbeat will quicken when I think she has spied me doing something naughty—even if I’ve done nothing wrong. I will always strive to improve, for her sake and my own, and it will make both of us happy. Our house will always be spotless because she will demand that I get down on my hands and knees with a scrub brush—or even a toothbrush—in order to make every surface absolutely spotless.
Her dominion over my life will not be contained to just the bedroom or our household. She will call to check up on me at work, offering little suggestions about what I should eat for lunch or what kind of shoes I should purchase. I know that when I please her by performing these tasks, she will sometimes take my cock and slam it inside her slick, perfect pussy. However, she will save fucking for special occasions to make me truly appreciate her cunt, even though it’s practically all I think about, night and day. She will often climb on top of me when she’s awoken, demanding that I start the morning with my tongue inside her hole.
“You’re such a good little pussy licker and look so cute in your panties. I should really let all the wives of your coworkers know what they’re missing out on,” she’ll say.
She’d never follow through with that sexy threat, but she taunts me with the idea of sharing my secrets with the world. She’ll snap her fingers, and I’ll instantly harden. She’ll trail one long fingernail down my arm when we are in the car and laugh when she sees my erection sprout up. Best of all, I’ll know that she loves me for my truly slavish devotion and wants what’s best for me—to be under her control, utterly and completely. She is worth waiting for, and if any women who fit this bill are reading this, I would love to hear from you. Until then, I’ll be waiting and dreaming about my perfect mistress.
—Mr. Dennis K., Little Rock, Arkansas
Last week, my best friend, Jane, convinced me to go with her to an introduction to S&M class. It’s something that she’s wanted to try for a long time, and she wanted some company. It didn’t sound like my cup of tea, but I’m willing to try anything once. When we got there, we found twenty people seated in a circle. Contrary to my expectations, the students looked pretty normal, not dressed in the leather and chains I was expecting.
The instructor, Carl, was a nice guy who patiently explained some of the basic activities of S&M, how to do them safely, and why some people got off on doing them. I could feel Jane practically bouncing up and down in her seat with excitement, while I took it all in, finding myself becoming more and more intrigued. When Carl was done talking and answering questions, he had us all move around the room to different stations where we could experience a number of kinky activities, from bondage to hot wax to spanking. I turned to Jane, and she looked back at me with a huge smile on her face before scampering off to get spanked. I wandered over to the bondage station and watched a girl get strung up to a cross, her arms above her head and her legs spread, each limb shackled to the wood. My nipples hardened as I watched her pretend to struggle, trying in vain to escape her bonds. It was her boyfriend who was leading the demo, and they’d clearly done this many times before. When he tugged her hair, then whispered something in her ear while sliding his hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy, she blushed.
I was amazed not only at the variety of offerings, but by my own reaction. I’d gone to the class on a lark, not really expecting to learn much or be too engaged, but all of a sudden, I wanted to try everything! Watching the woman struggle helplessly—clearly enjoying herself and getting off on being bound—unleashed something inside me. And I knew the man I wanted to do the job! I’d noticed a young, muscular guy sitting in the back checking me out. He was holding a small paddle in his hand that he kept tapping against his palm while gazing around the room, as if searching for the perfect victim. “Me, me, me!” I wanted to cry, but instead, I gradually sidled over to him as we watched the same bondage demonstration.
After a simmering minute of intense stares, he stuck out his hand and said, “I’m Rob. I’m known around here as the resident top. You look like you’re pretty new to the scene, so if you have any questions, just ask.” On the surface, his words were innocent, but his voice conveyed his very kinky interest. His eyes roamed all along my body while his fingers slid up and down the small leather paddle, and I was smitten once again.
“Actually, Rob, this is my first time here, and I’m very curious to try out everything. Would you be interested in showing me the ropes, so to speak?” As I said it, I stepped closer and placed my hand over his, easing the paddle behind me so it rubbed against my ass.
“Gladly,” he said, locking both my wrists in his hand and escorting me over to a corner. I gave Jane a thumbs-up sign, stripped out of all of my clothes but my underwear, and settled myself against the wall. “First, I like to start with a warm-up,” Rob said, and he began to knead my back and my ass, squeezing deeply with his big, strong hands. Once my body felt like it had melted into the wall, he spanked me with his hand. It didn’t at all hurt like I thought it would; I felt a sharp sting the moment his bare hand connected with my skin, but that was immediately followed by a fabulous warmth that radiated throughout my lower half and ignited delicious feelings inside my body.
His hand was firm yet somehow soft, and he rapidly built up his tempo, explaining what he was doing every step of the way. “Now your ass is getting a little redder, and I’m building up your tolerance so you’ll be able to enjoy the paddle even more. Some implements deliver a deeper impact, more of a thud, while my hand and this little leather slapper provide more of a sting.” His breathing was also getting increasingly heavy as he exerted more and more effort. He moved from side to side so his hand struck me evenly. I felt myself getting wet and started to worry that even with my panties on, my pussy juice was going to leak down my leg.
When he began using the paddle, I felt the difference immediately. It was firmer and made my ass sting more, but it also made my pussy twitch. I started fantasizing about Rob’s cock, wondering how big it was and how it would feel inside me. Carl had explained that some people simply like to be spanked, and some like to combine spanking and sex; I could tell from my throbbing cunt that I definitely fell into the latter group. I must have let out a little moan, because Rob leaned down and said to me, “You’re a natural at this, Selma. We’re going to have to make a private play date so I can go even further with you.”
I trembled at his words, and even though we couldn’t have sex right then, I was getting completely turned on. I’d forgotten about Jane and everyone else in the room and was focused solely on what Rob was doing to me. After a few more firm smacks, he stopped, rubbing my sore ass to soothe the sting. “Now I’m going to tie you up and have some fun,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. He rustled through his large black bag before pulling out a coil of white rope. Another tremor passed through my body; I’d never been tied up before, but all of a sudden I remembered once fantasizing about being bound and helpless while a hot stranger had his way with me. Rob said it was okay to get totally naked, and I was so turned on that I did so immediately. Rob placed the rope between my legs, tugging upward as he tied intricate knots all around my body. He looped the rope around my breasts and tied it behind me, so my tits jutted out. Then he laid out a yoga mat and had me lie on top of it, before he brought out a candle.
“I’m going to light this and drip the wax onto your body. It’s made especially for this purpose and smells like vanilla. Just wait, you’ll love it.” I was a little nervous, but the moment the first drop landed on my skin, I was in heaven. It was hot, but cooled off almost right away, clinging to my skin. The scent wafted through the air while Rob moved all around me, creating a pretty pattern on my skin. I looked up and saw that a crowd had formed around us, eager to see what was happening. Somehow, I’d become the class’s main attraction! He used the same slow build-up process he’d used to spank me, and I found that I reveled in not being able to escape. He’d placed my hands above my head and tied my wrists together, and the more I squirmed, the wetter I got. I watched as the wax fell from a few inches above me and splattered onto my skin. I grew to anticipate and even crave the sensation as the wax landed on my tender flesh.
When Rob moved lower, hovering right over my shaved pussy, I almost asked him to stop, but decided instead to see how this latest sensation would feel. To my delight, the wax felt hot but arousing—the blood rushing to my pussy lips made me long to fuck Rob all night. He continued trailing up and down each leg until the candle was almost used up and my body was covered in wax. He poured some onto my stomach, then rubbed it in. By then, his every touch was sending me closer to my orgasm. I knew we couldn’t start fucking in the middle of the room, but when he put down the candle, loosened the rope to give him access to my cunt, then brushed his fingers through my wetness, I moaned. With a few thrusts of his fat fingers inside my dripping-wet cunt, I was coming. My body curled into a ball as my pussy gripped his fingers urgently while I climaxed. I smiled when the room exploded in applause as he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them. He offered me his fingers to taste, which I gratefully did, dreaming of sucking his cock in the same way. My whole body tingled with arousal from what we’d just enjoyed together.
“Wow, you’re quite the teacher,” I said to Rob, slipping him my phone number. “I definitely want to take you up on that private play date, sooner rather than later,” I told him, giving him a deep, sensual kiss.
—Ms. Selma D., San Francisco, California