We carried on with this mild form of role play for a while until one day she went out and bought a large double ended strap-on vibrator. The smaller end fitted tightly into her pussy and concealed a vibrator for her pleasure. The other end was larger, about eight inches long and thick with it. It also had a vibrator in it and both were controlled by a battery pack that she wore on her hip. Thick straps securely held it against her soft olive skin allowing her the power to thrust backwards and forwards with impunity.
I will never forget the night she introduced my to it. She had changed into a pair of sheer brown tights and had cut a hole in them to allow her end of the dildo into her. Black patent high heel boots finished the look. It was my birthday and I had been told to close my eyes and wait for my surprise. With my eyes closed she lead me to the dining room table and bent me other it. She took a pair of tights and blindfolded me with them in case I started to look. Each foot was then tied to a different table leg drawing my legs open. My trousers and pants were drawn down to my knees exposing my bum to the air. She lightly planted kisses on my bum cheeks and worked her way towards the crack of my arse. Her fingers sunk in to each cheek and drew them apart. I let out a sigh as her tongue started to work its way slowly towards my arse. Saliva started to run along my crack and over my balls. Eventually she reached it and flicked her tongue over my hole a few times making sure it was soaking in saliva. I thought this was my birthday surprise and wasn't prepared for what came next.
She lingered there, her face buried in my arse, her tongue probing against my hole gently licking at it. She withdrew for air and started to insert a finger into me. This was soon replaced by a thumb so that my arse started to stretch open for her. A hand was placed on my back, forcing it to arch and raising my arse higher into the air. Now standing, she grasped her large cock with one hand and swung it smoothly across my bum until it reached my crack. As she pushed forward it peeled apart my cheeks and came to rest at my entrance. I had no idea what it was at this stage and could do nothing to stop her anyway as I was tied to the table.
She leaned forward and started to push into me. My hole slowly started to stretch wide surrendering to the penetration. The bulbous head disappeared into me followed slowly by the thick veiny shaft. The motion was slow but relentless. I sucked in air as I struggled to take in what she was doing to me, I couldn't believe my lovely wife was actually fucking me. I protested that it was too big to get any more in.
By now it was only less than half way in and she had no intention of stopping there. The vibrator was turned on and my arse started to shake. She paused to take in the sight of my cheeks convulsing either side of the thick shaft. Then, placing a hand on each side of my waist she continued to press forward with her hips, forcing herself further into me. The powerful vibrations helped to ease it in, I could feel the vibrations moving deeper. The sound became more muffled the deeper it went and I could sense it was now far inside me. Eventually her thighs pressed against me, I had been completely impaled.
"Happy birthday, bitch!" She loved to refer to me as her bitch and now I couldn't argue with her. She had made me her bitch and I loved her for it. With her hands clamped tightly around my waist she set to work fucking the life out of me. The fucking continued until she had come several times.
She lay, exhausted, across my back, her cock still buried deep within me, her soft breasts pushed against my back. We shared that intimate moment for a few minutes while she caught her breath.
Eventually she pushed herself up and looked down at my arse, still stretched wide around the root of her cock. It was a sight that fascinated her. She reached over to her camera that was lying on the table. Setting it in movie mode she aimed it at my arse and started to film the sight. She slowly withdrew the cock and filmed as my arse peeled back clinging to the veiny shaft. When it was almost out she paused and filmed it slowly forcing its way back in, capturing with intimate detail my subjugation until my arse cheeks splayed out to accept the final inch.
She then untied my blindfold, positioned the camera in front of me and played back the film. As I watched in amazement she mirrored the on screen action so I could see and feel myself being fucked at the same time. An intense orgasm rippled through my body, she was fucking with my mind and my body.
The strap-on cock became a regular part of our love making and when I was fucking her she would say "That's it, show me how to fuck you, imagine I am fucking you right now like this". As I slammed my cock into her relentlessly I would say "This is how you have to fuck me". I would pull it all the way out and ram it home. She would encourage me by saying "Yes I'm going to fuck your arse like that, hard and fast with my huge cock". As I started to cum in her pussy she would start to orgasm too. Her love juices poured out of her well fucked pussy and she would tell me she was cumming in my arse.
Later that year we went on holiday to a tropical paradise and stayed for a week in a hillside hotel overlooking views of lush greenery. When the rain fell it was an amazing place to be, the rain beat against the cabin roof and rivulets of water meandered across the balcony floor. The sound of the wildlife from the forest canopy made us feel close to nature and we were soon losing our inhibitions and getting very intimate.
One day we were sitting on the veranda watching the view and talking about our fantasies. As we started to kiss passionately she undid the front of my trousers and pulled them down so she could see if I was wearing a pair of sheer tights for her. Satisfied that I was she ran her hand around my bum, under my balls then down my leg, digging her nails lightly into the soft fabric as she did so. My other clothes soon became abandoned on the floor and we lay on a sun lounger, our bodies entwined, kissing and stroking each other.
Her hand reached behind her and she brought out the strap-on cock. I first became aware of it from my peripheral view as we continued kissing. She moved it up towards our mouths until the cock was at the side of our faces. Soon it was pushing our lips apart and our tongues became separated, forced either side of the bulbous head. She started to lick it passionately, her saliva forming a slick coating that slid around the sides and hung down in thick cords.
I had no choice but to lick the other side of the thick cock, our tongues touching as we surrendered ourselves to it. She started to grunt and make lustful sounds then rolled her tongue around the tip as if to coax the cum out of it. We both became sluts hungry for that cock. I had never felt so dirty and we both went into a frenzy of licking as we rolled onto the floor, our legs entwined.
We became oblivious to the rain that had started to hit us. Natalia's thin summer dress clung to her olive skin and turned transparent in the wet. Underneath lay a deep 6 strap suspender belt in a sheer black gauze material, a black thong, bra and seamed stockings. I lifted the dress off her as beads of warm raindrops fell from her tousled black hair. Rivulets of water started to run across her chest towards the valley of flesh between her ample breasts. I eased off her bra and as the tension released they bobbed slightly. They were a magnificent shape and size and topped off with large dark areole. The taunt smooth flesh held them suspended as if in mid air.
I picked her up and lay her on her back on the lounger so that her head was hanging off the edge. Easing my tights down I held the back of her neck and presented my cock to her mouth. She angled her head back and took as much of my cock into her mouth that she could manage. My balls hung lazily above her face. I then pulled the tights back up to my waist, trapping her head inside them and forcing her deeper onto my cock.
The rain was beating more heavily now and our bodies became slick and slippery. I leaned forward planting kisses from her belly button towards her pussy. She let out a sigh as my tongue touched the intimate flesh of her clit and started to flick at it lightly. I brought the strap-on cock around and pushed it against her swollen pussy lips. Right in front of my eyes I watched her pussy lips part and ease around the head of the cock as I began pushing it into her. Instinctively her legs splayed out either side and her hips angled upwards
trying to draw more cock in. Her body was submitting to this double fucking and she loved it. She began sucking harder on my cock and pulled me further down her throat. As I pushed into her I continued to lick at her clitoris making large circular movements with my tongue.
Her hips floundered and her legs shook as both cocks continued to impale her gorgeous body from both ends. She was trapped beneath me, her head caught in my tights staring at my balls that swung just above her face. Slowly I pushed the other cock all the way into her gorgeous pussy, somehow she managed to take the whole length.
I turned on the vibrations and the reaction was immediate. Her body spasmed and her head thrashed about on my cock. I pressed my tongue harder against her clit and suddenly a torrent of juices gushed from her pussy soaking the her stockings. I leaned farther forward, and began licking as much juice as I could. Her thighs shook and her pelvis juddered sharply as orgasmic waves overwhelmed her.
Her orgasm sent me over the edge and I grabbed her head and thrust my cock deeper into her open mouth. Her neck bulged out in response just as I started to pump spunk straight down her throat. My balls had reached her nose and she was forced to watch them convulsing in front of her eyes as my spunk was driven out of them and straight into her throat.
I tensed for a brief moment, savouring the feeling of filling her. As I withdrew my cock I pulled the other slowly from her soaked pussy. Her body juddered then went limp as it gave up the two shafts. Her tongue followed the tip of my cock as it left her mouth. It flicked at a stray drop of spunk that had formed at the end. The pearl drop slid along her tongue and disappeared into her open mouth.
A second drop of spunk dripped onto her face and ran down her cheek. She had been well fucked and had a glow about her. Afterwards we lay on the lounger and cuddled up as the warm rain continued to beat against us.
The End.
ShadowMistress
Lady Angel, leather and lace clad Mistress of Shadows. Sensual with a taste for dominance, Her sexual pets both benefited and suffered under Her teaching. Crop and flogger, handcuffs and shackles were merely tools used in the training She gave to those who came seeking Her guidance. But one was special, a man who both kept Her mentally sharp, and pleased Her sexually. They complimented each other in all aspects of the time spent together.
She took care preparing for the evening's event. First thoroughly scrubbing Her body and hair clean, then with sandalwood scented oil smoothed over every inch of skin. Her crimson hair brushed dry, and then braided into a long tail that hung to just below Her waist. Carefully looking at Herself in the mirror, She saw a woman dressed in a black, leather corset trimmed in lace, thigh-high lace stocking attached by ribbons to a leather garter belt.
Black, over-the-knee, leather boots with five inch heels finished off the ensemble. Her mound left bare, covered by neither leather, nor lace. Only a narrow, shadowy strip of tight red curls gave color to the pale flesh peeking from between smooth, supple thighs.
The sharp click of heels against the marble tiles announced Her progress along the empty hallway. A casual flick of Her fingers dimmed the overhead pot-lights to a level more compatible with the evening's entertainment. The smile that curved lips rouged to a deep wine would have served as a subtle warning to anyone that saw, and knew how well She looked forward to the selection process ahead.
Upon reaching the converted ballroom, She glanced around to ensure that all was in order before taking Her seat on the raised platform that graced one end of the room. When one entered from the other end of the room She would be waiting, almost casually, on a chair carved from a solid length of Oak, illuminated by a pool of soft white light. There was something regal about Her bearing when one looked at Her relaxing on what could only be described as a throne. Something that made you want to kneel and pay homage to Her beauty. Her strength, the barely contained power that seemed to ebb and flow about Her form.
That was what he saw when the doors opened for him to enter the first time. Hair that caught fire as the lights seemed to slither down over the body wrapped in midnight. A look in Her eyes that almost took him to his knees, even before She spoke. And then, Her voice, erotically husky with the faintest hint of a Southern drawl. His penis had swollen as the need to touch Her, taste Her, overwhelmed him. He had been lost and had known he would do anything She commanded from that night forward.
Around the room, six spotlights shown down on six square satin pillows that lined each wall to Her right, and six more to Her left. These places were reserved for Her twelve, the favored ones. The others, those who came merely to see if they were worthy of Her time, would kneel on the cold marble floor. He had been one of the unworthy ones in the beginning. He remembered the ordeal of those days with pride, because he had been chosen from many others.
James had entered Her mansion a clueless fool, assuming he would find the same games and orgies that were to be found in the dungeon clubs New Orleans was famous for. Nothing had prepared him for the demands She would make on him, both mentally and physically. Each task became more difficult than the last. But, as each accomplishment was achieved, She rewarded him. And each session with Her only made him hungry for more. He became insatiable, greedy for every moment of Her time.
And how did she see him, you might wonder? He gave Her great pleasure, and therefore She held him in high regard. He never questioned Her in anything, ever. A word, or look, was all it took for him to take the necessary actions required to fulfil Her every wish. In that, he was the perfect submissive, in all other things, he was the complete opposite. Which explained his being among the few allowed to address Her as 'my LadyAngel'.
Because in Her world, anyone could grovel and show that they were willing to be treated as if they had no value. To belong to Her, one much be strong and courageous, but also intelligent and thoughtful in their actions toward others. This was what the monthly Gathering Weekends were set up for, to weed out the weak and perpetually needy. Thus, the weekend began.
As James entered the courtyard, She slowly stood. Her eyes never left his face as he drew closer to the dais where She waited.
"Good evening, my LadyAngel." as he sank to one knee, and bowed his head.
A faint smile of pleasure lifted the corners of Her full lips. As She reached out one hand, he arose and mounted the steps to stand before Her.
"Good evening, My best loved pet." She said.
A shiver flowed from the warm hand She placed on his chest, and spread rapidly from there to the tips of his fingers, and down to the bare feet peeking from underneath the hem of his black silk ceremonial robe. Her smile merely deepened in pleasure at the full body reaction he always exhibited under Her touch. Her hand skimmed along his body and stopped to lightly clasp the proof of his need. He groaned softly, but remained completely still.
He could never deny Her anything, especially the use of his body for Her pleasure. Her satisfaction would only lead to his own. What more could any man, submissive or otherwise, want?
"Is all in readiness, pet?" She asked.
"Yes, my LadyAngel. Your guests are beginning to arrive. Even now they are gathering in their respective dressing areas, donning the appropriate robes and wondering what You will expect of them." he answered. They both smiled as memories of many such weekends filled their minds.
Her fingers slowly slipped from his body as She returned to the throne-like chair. It was all he could do to stifle the soft sigh of regret. His time with Her would come, of that he had no doubt. He was Her favorite, the only one allowed to kneel beside Her chair on the black satin pillow. The pillow where he even now sank to his knees, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. The oversized double doors swung open and two columns of figures slowly entered.
The first six of each column wore robes of blood red, followed by six more in robes of white. Signifying their lack of knowledge of the world about which they sought to learn. Only two would be chosen this weekend to wear the red of Her students. The chosen would take the place of the t
wo leaving. These two no longer had need of the Lady's instruction. Somewhere out of sight, a gong sounded as the robed figures moved to their designated places, sank to the floor and assumed the correct positions.
The sharp sound of the crop against the calf of Her boot did not draw a reaction from James, although the sound of a faint gasp would be heard from one of the kneeling figures near the closed doors. Something She made note of, and would deal with when it was time to choose. She slowly walked down the steps, and continued between the double rows of supplicants.
Her eyes carefully assessing each bowed head, the arch of each back and the trembling hands that rested against each set of thighs. Only two would 'make the cut' when the evening ended, therefore she could not afford to ignore even the slightest weakness.
"Let the evening begin." She murmured before returning to the platform.
James stood as She reached the top step and moved to stand slightly to Her right, although a step behind. Together they watched as Her students chose from among the supplicants, pairing off for what would be only the first session of a very long, and exhausting, evening. All supplicants would participate in whatever task the red-robed students chose. Whether they were hetro-sexual, bi-sexual or even homo-sexual, those classifications had no bearing here. The Lady would allow nothing less than complete compliance from the supplicant to his, or her, instructor's wishes.
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