Letters to Penthouse XXXXV

by Penthouse International

  I walked slowly to the back of the house, letting the sound of my heels on the hardwood floor fill Ana with anticipation. She was on her knees by the door when I entered, and from the look on her face, I could tell she’d been anxiously awaiting my appearance. I dangled the flogger’s lashes in front of her, teasing her.

  “You’ve been a good girl, Ana,” I told her, and she bowed her head, embarrassed by the praise. “How shall I reward you?”

  “You could flog me, Mistress,” she said quietly. “Only if it pleases you, of course.”

  “And what would I use to flog you?” I teased.

  “Whatever you’d like, Mistress,” Ana said. “You’re in charge. I’m only your slave.”

  Ana’s a smart girl, and she knew exactly the answer to give to get what she wanted. Not all of my submissives would have answered the way she did, and whenever they tell me exactly what they want, I give them something else entirely. Of course, if any of them had ever thought to answer as Ana had, I still wouldn’t give them exactly what they wanted. I have a soft spot for Anastasia, though, and while I never go easy on her, I do tend to offer her rewards I know she wants more frequently than I do my other slaves.

  I ordered Ana to lift up her skirt, pull down her panties, and lean over the spanking bench. She jumped to action almost before the words left my mouth, and in a flash she had bared her ass and was bent at the waist, her chest resting on the cushioned bench. I walked behind her and picked up my flogger, whipping it into my hand a few times and watching as Ana shivered at the sound of the lashes hitting my flesh. I did that a few more times, hitting my hand until the sound stopped surprising Anastasia. Then I settled into the proper position and took up my flogging stance. I raised the lashes over my left shoulder, gripping them tight. Then I loosened my grip, snapped my wrist and watched as the flogger’s tails landed squarely on my submissive’s ass. Ana jumped slightly at the impact—not because it was unpleasant, but rather because it was unexpected. The hearty moan she released a split second later told me how much she had enjoyed the first blow—and there were many more to come.

  Once again, I raised the flogger to my shoulder and swung, snapping my wrist as soon as the lashes struck to ensure the greatest impact. Like the first hit, this one made Ana squirm with excitement. Instead of letting her rest a moment this time, I immediately pulled the flogger back and set up for another throw, and then another and another. I started to swing faster, the leather tails hitting Ana’s ass with a rapid thwack, thwack, thwack. Her moans were coming in time with the strikes, each crack of leather against flesh followed by a soft sound of pleasure.

  Ana’s pussy was soon glistening as her juices began to flow and cling to her lips. From where I stood, I had a fabulous view, and each time the flogger struck her ass, I watched her pussy start to shine even more as her juices poured out of her. My own pussy was throbbing with arousal as I savored all the sensations that came with flogging my slave. I knew I would have to stop soon to get myself off, but I wasn’t ready yet, so I kept doing what I was doing, until Ana’s ass had been sufficiently warmed.

  By that time, I was as turned on as she was, and I needed to come. Ana had earned more than a flogging because of her good behavior, and I decided to let her eat my pussy while she fingered herself to climax. It was a win-win situation.

  I ordered Ana onto the floor and pulled my pants down far enough for her to fit between my thighs. She knew what to do, and she was soon lapping at my pussy, her tongue tracing my lips before circling my clit. When I told her she could finger her own pussy and get herself off, her hand dropped between her legs while her tongue worked at double speed. Her mouth felt fantastic against my mound, and my orgasm started to build. I knew Ana was feeling the same pressure in her own pussy, and I hoped she would get us both off quickly.

  Within minutes, I felt my legs start to quiver as I reached my climax. My juices rushed out of me, and Ana drank them down hungrily. What she couldn’t swallow I felt slide against my thighs each time she turned her head to get a better angle. My orgasm was waning when Ana moaned, the sound vibrating against my pussy. It was clear that she was coming, too, and she latched on to my clit, licking and sucking it furiously until her own climax subsided.

  As soon as she was done pleasuring me, she went right back into submissive mode, straightening herself up and sitting on her knees as she waited for my next command. “Draw me a bath, and take a shower yourself,” I ordered. “And I expect dinner on the table by the time I’m done soaking or you won’t end up back here for a long time.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Anastasia replied, head bowed and hands clasped behind her back.

  Like I expected, Ana completed all her duties without incident. I’m sure I’ll come up with a suitable reward—for us both—by the time she’s next due a treat.

  —Ms. Ellen C., Via Email

  Kink-Loving Couple Spices Up Their Life with a Bondage Chair and a Special Blindfold

  When you’re monogamous and have been into bondage as long as my husband and I have, it’s a challenge to keep things exciting. Recently, we realized our sex life had fallen into a routine—albeit a very kinky one.

  I’d had minimal experience with bondage before Doug and I got together, but I soon learned how much I enjoy struggling against rope, having my mouth covered by his hand or filled with a ball gag. He likes to tease me and draw out my arousal, often by pressing a vibrator against my pussy while I’m bound, and then taking it away when I’m about to come.

  However, even the kinkiest of couples need to experiment sometimes. We decided to see what was out there beyond the basics like rope and handcuffs—not that there’s anything wrong with them, but we were looking to expand our erotic horizons—so we went online. Even sitting on Doug’s lap as we surfed the web to see what he might use to bind me was thrilling.

  “What about that?” he asked, pointing to a locking collar made of iron.

  “That might be too extreme,” I said. “What about these?” I mused, pointing to over-the-door restraints.

  “Wait—I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, grabbing the mouse and clicking, calling up the image of an inflatable bondage chair that came with six built-in restraints. “I could tease you quite well if you were tied down in this chair,” he said. The sight of the chair excited me, as did the prospect of trying something new.

  “Maybe I’ll gag you, too,” he said, and I gasped at the thought. He then took a scarf and tied my hands behind my back and ordered a whole bunch of kinky toys while I watched. I squirmed in my seat as he bought a spreader bar, a hood, and a leather blindfold with a tiny D-ring attached to the front of it.

  After he placed his order, he stood and opened his pants, telling me to suck his cock. I parted my lips and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. It was a challenge without having my hands free to help guide me and stroke him. But I did the best I could, and by the time he spurted his cream down my throat, my cunt was soaking wet. Then he untied me and made me jerk off in front of him. It didn’t take long for me to come, because thoughts of new bondage toys—and all the fun we’d have with them—were filling my head.

  Our package arrived two days later, and Doug didn’t waste any time opening it up and pulling out our goodies. I’d been about to cook dinner, but he stopped me, telling me we could order in later. “This is more important,” he whispered in my ear, reaching down to stroke my pussy as he stood behind me. I wriggled in his arms, rubbing my ass against his rapidly swelling erection. He laughed, and then pulled his hands away from me and slid the blindfold over my eyes.

  We’d used blindfolds before, but those were the thin, flimsy ones. I’d never had the sense of complete sensory deprivation that this blindfold provided. Doug attached some sort of leash to the D-ring on the front of it and tugged, and I followed him. At first I kept my hand out, trailing my fingers along the wall to guide myself. But Doug put a stop to that right away. “No, you have to trust me.”

  I dropped my hand, my confidence sh
aken but my pussy soaking wet. I kept my arms by my sides and stepped gingerly. When I felt the carpet under my feet, I realized we’d entered the living room.

  “On your knees,” he said, pushing down on my shoulders and helping me into position. I heard him running an electric pump as he inflated the bondage chair. Kneeling there helplessly while he prepared our equipment turned me on even more. When the chair was ready, he helped me up and led me over to it. I sat down on the vinyl chair and allowed him to position my arms and legs. He strapped my limbs down with all six restraints. I couldn’t move my hands, and my legs were spread wide apart. I was thoroughly bound and completely exposed.

  “Look at that pretty pussy,” he said wistfully. “I’m going to save the spreader bar and hood for another time. Right now I’m going to play with your beautiful body and take pictures of you.”

  I whimpered because I’m camera shy, but being at his mercy was turning me on.

  Doug twisted each of my nipples between his fingers, and then he asked if I was ready for the riding crop. I said yes, and seconds later, he tapped the tip of a crop against one of my breasts, making me gasp. I’d barely caught my breath before he swatted the other one. I gritted my teeth as he went back and forth, slapping my breasts as I tried to process the sensations coursing through my bound body. As I squirmed in my Velcro bonds, Doug shoved his fingers into my wet pussy, fucking me hard.

  Right when I was on the verge of an orgasm, he pulled his hand away. I sighed in disappointment.

  “You look so sexy. I want to remember this forever,” he said, and then I heard his camera clicking over and over again. I felt so exposed, and my cheeks heated with embarrassment, even as I felt more honey oozing out of my slit. I wriggled, my ass slipping and sliding in the puddle of sweat and pussy juice that had gathered on the surface of the slick vinyl.

  Doug finally put down the camera and unfastened the restraints. The blindfold stayed on, keeping me in darkness as he bent me over the couch and fucked me hard and fast. He held on tightly to my hips as he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. We were so turned on from playing with our new bondage chair that it didn’t take long for us to climax.

  Afterward, we cuddled, thrilled and amazed that we’d conjured up the same level of kinky excitement that we’d shared on our very first date. Our sex life is amazing, and I’m fairly certain it can only get better!

  —Ms. Noreen L., Memphis, Tennessee

  Mistress Stacey Demands Perfection and Will Not Hesitate to Punish Failure

  Whenever I travel, I make sure to bring one of my submissives with me. It makes getting around easier when I have someone to do the driving, look after my luggage, and carry my purchases if I go shopping. While I’m on the road, I require my sub to act as my personal concierge and see to my every need.

  On a recent trip to New York, I brought my most well-behaved slave, Jacob. He’s always eager to serve me, and I couldn’t wait to see how he’d fare at the fetish party I’d been invited to attend. He was good all week leading up to the event, and I had every confidence that he’d behave once we got to the club, too. I was very proud of him.

  However, I prefer punishments to rewards—delivering a pat on the back instead of a smack on the ass does nothing to sate my sadistic side—so I wanted Jacob to make a mistake so that I could deliver a heavy-handed punishment. The moment I was waiting for came only minutes after we’d arrived at the party. I’d ordered Jacob to fetch drinks for me and some friends, and it took quite the balancing act to keep the glasses from tipping. Then another sub bumped into him, and Jacob spilled whiskey all over himself, even getting some on my boots. That was definitely grounds for punishment. I was in angry domme mode in seconds, ready to reprimand him.

  “What have you done?” I demanded, looking first at my slave and then at my boots. “You dare spill my drink? And on my new boots!” Jacob stared at his feet, and while his look was one of remorse, his barely concealed smile told me he was looking forward to his punishment as much as I was.

  Without any further discussion of his error, I grabbed Jacob by the ear and led him to the play area at the back of the club. Once we’d found an empty space, I pushed down on his shoulder, and he automatically dropped to his knees in front of me. He looked up expectantly, but with one glance from me, he quickly bowed his head. I tapped my toe in front of him, watching the light reflect off the moisture from my spilled drink, which still clung to the leather. “Well?” I said, feigning complete exasperation. “Do you really need instructions? I think you should know what to do by now.”

  Jacob leaned down further so he could lick the whiskey from my boot. There wasn’t much there, but he took his time, using the tip of his tongue to lap up each and every drop. I let him focus on my boots a little longer than I normally would, and then reached down, wrapped my fingers in his short hair, and pulled his head away from my foot. I looked down to examine his work, and when I saw that my boot had been cleaned, I pulled him to his feet and turned him around until he was facing away from me. With my hand still in his mussed hair, I pushed him into the corner and pulled down his pants, exposing his bare ass to the crowd. Then I made him wait.

  I took a trip to the bar to get a drink to replace the one my slave had spilled, then walked around the room to see what I was missing out on while participating in my own scene. I knew Jacob was waiting, but I wouldn’t rush back to give him what he wanted. If he was being disciplined, it needed to feel like it, and giving a slave exactly what he wants has never been considered punishment in my book. So I made him wait longer, and wandered through the sea of dommes and subs. It wasn’t until nearly twenty minutes had passed that I returned to my own slave, who was quivering with anticipation.

  Crouching near his feet, I opened the bag of toys I’d dropped there earlier and searched for the right flogger. I couldn’t decide which I wanted to use until I came across my moose flogger. It had twice the number of tails of a standard flogger, and the thick leather was soft and supple, but still had an intense bite. I gripped the handle and pulled it out of the bag, my wicked grin widening as I thought of how I’d use it.

  I moved the bag aside and stood up, getting into position behind Jacob. “Why are you being punished, slave?” I asked.

  Jacob’s voice shook as he answered. “I spilled your drink, Mistress.” There was a momentary pause before he continued. “I didn’t mean to, Mistress. I promise it will never happen again.”

  “Of course it won’t happen again,” I practically shouted. “If it does, you’ll be replaced by a more competent slave.” I didn’t mean it—I could never imagine releasing Jacob from my service—but we both enjoy the fear the threat instills. It makes the punishments that follow all the more powerful.

  I stared at my submissive’s backside for a moment longer, loving the way his whole body was tense with desire, and then, without warning, I swung my flogger. The tails hit the fleshiest part of his left cheek with a resounding thud, and he jumped slightly, seemingly surprised by the sudden sensation. For a moment I thought he was going to yelp or try to rub his ass to soothe the sting, but he behaved and did neither. Not that this stopped me from taking another swing.

  Jacob squirmed slightly in anticipation of the next strike, and when this one landed on his right cheek, his body jerked again.

  No matter how often I flog Jacob, he is always surprised when the lashes land. His reactions make every session so thoroughly satisfying for me.

  The next few lashes landed on his right ass cheek, and then I switched back to his left. When he stopped reacting, I began to swing lower, striking his muscular thighs instead. That made him gasp loudly, and since uttering any sound during a punishment is prohibited, I put my weight behind the next strike to teach him a lesson.

  After delivering a dozen lashes—each more powerful than the previous one—I paused to check on my slave. His ass and thighs were tinged pink, and I could still make out individual tail marks. I rubbed a hand lightly over his flesh and felt his body go
slack under my soothing touch. He purred quietly as I checked him over, my hand never leaving his ass, and when I turned him toward me, I saw that his cock was ramrod stiff and dripping precome from the tip. The sight didn’t surprise me, and as I took it in, I realized that I was equally aroused, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs. I wanted a reward of my own, but first I had to finish punishing Jacob.

  After turning him toward the corner again, I moved back into place. I raised my flogger and pulled the tails back to my shoulder and, with a flick of my wrist, swung them against Jacob’s ass. I snapped the leather against his bare flesh over and over, making it flush a deeper hue. I did it again and again, each strike turning me on and causing my pussy to throb with desire. I delivered another half-dozen before I decided he’d had enough. Jacob had been sufficiently punished, and now it was time for a reward—for both of us.

  I pulled Jacob from the corner and spun him around before ordering him to drop to his knees. I moved in closer to him and hiked up my skirt, offering him a glimpse of my bare pussy. I took one more step closer, bringing my slave’s head between my thighs, and dropped my skirt. Jacob knew instantly what that meant, and he went to work enthusiastically eating my pussy. He licked and sucked and bit me skillfully, and my flogger dangled at my side while my head lolled back, the pleasure I was experiencing making it impossible to do anything else. And I was so aroused from the flogging I’d delivered that it didn’t take long before Jacob made me come. My knees locked and my thighs shook as I flooded my slave’s mouth with my juice, the best reward I could offer him for his exemplary service throughout the week.