“Honeybun, why don’t we do something different this weekend?” she asked him one day when they were getting ready to go out for dinner.
“What do you mean, like going for Chinese instead of Indian?” he asked.
“Does everything have to revolve around your stomach?” she laughed. “No, I mean something completely different, like going somewhere we have never been before.”
“Where were you thinking of?” he asked, tying his shoelaces.
Deanna looked at herself in the mirror, checking out her appearance. “Hmm, not bad,” she muttered. She was wearing her favorite black spike-heeled Louboutin’s that evening, which accentuated her long legs.
Teaming those with her red, silk wrap dress, she knew that she would draw attention at the restaurant. Leaving her long, dark brown hair falling around her face in loose waves, she heaved a sigh of satisfaction. It doesn’t hurt to show a bit of cleavage either, she thought, scooping her breasts in both hands, and lifting them so that an impressive shadow was created down the front of the V-neckline.
“Are you ready then, honey?” she asked Nick, who was still trying to decide on which tie to wear.
“Just a minute, dear,” he muttered through the plethora of ties and shirts.
“For goodness sake, Nick, why the hell can’t you be organized? We go through this every time we go out. If you would just listen to me in the first place, this wouldn’t happen!”
“Sorry, baby. You know I need you to organize me. Will this one do?” he asked, pulling out a red silk tie.
“Yes, that’s fine. Now, can we go?” Deanna pondered that conversation all the way through their dinner. He does need me to tell him what to do, she thought. And, that could lead on nicely to what I have planned for the weekend.
What Deanna was actually planning was a trip to a local BDSM club, which had recently opened. A senior work colleague of hers joined, and had been extolling its virtues.
“Honestly, Deanna, you need to have a look and see what it’s all about,” Joanna had said. “I feel so powerful and sexy since I started going there.” Joanna was a go-getter. She always knew what she wanted to achieve at work, and always got it.
“Seriously, hon, you wouldn’t believe how these places work. I always thought that they were full of sad people with weird fantasies but it's nothing like that! I met some really powerful men there who were longing to hand over control to someone else for a change. And, boy, did I take charge! Talk about a win-win situation!”
Since that chat, Deanna had given serious consideration to what Joanna had said. Deanna knew that she also liked taking charge, and was now wondering how she could persuade Nick to join in with her fantasy. Since she had spoken to Joanna, she had frequently taken to visiting the restroom at work to masturbate, thinking about what it would mean to be in charge. She would sit with her legs open, frantically rubbing her clit to a swift orgasm while her eyes were closed, picturing Nick on his knees, and pleading with her to let him cum.
She had just climaxed one day, and was licking her fingers clean, when Joanna had walked into the restroom. It was as if she could tell what Deanna had been doing because she said, “You really do need to think about coming to that club, Deanna.”
“Who knows? We might see you there this weekend,” Deanna had replied.
***
She and Nick were now eating their dessert. Okay, so tonight will see the first part in my plans to get Nick 'round to my way of thinking, Deanna thought, as she licked the last drop of delicious Panna Cotta from her spoon. “Are you ready, darling?” she asked. “I think we could do with an early night.”
Nick agreed, as was usual. He could have the tendency to be a bit of a push-over but he was strong when he needed to be. That’s why we enjoy such a successful marriage, Deanna thought. We each have our strengths and weaknesses, and we balance each other out. Well, tonight I intend to show Nick some of my strengths.
Deanna had recently bought some handcuffs, a blindfold, and a small whip from the local sex store and she planned to surprise Nick with them when they got home. It will be interesting to see his reaction, she smiled to herself.
When they arrived home, Deanna said, “You go straight upstairs, honey. I’ve bought a nice bottle of Prosecco and I’m just going to get it, and bring some glasses up for us. Make yourself comfortable on the bed.”
When she took the drinks up, Nick was lounging on the bed, waiting for her. Deanna placed a glass on each nightstand, and retrieved her bag of ‘goodies’ from her closet.
“What have you got there, honey?” Nick asked.
“Wait and see,” she replied, with an enigmatic smile. She removed the silk dress, and stood at the side of the bed dressed in only panties, stockings and her trademark Louboutin’s.
Nick’s breath caught in his throat at the raw sexuality emanating from his gorgeous wife and he could feel himself beginning to grow hard.
“Get on your knees,” Deanna ordered. Nick did so without question, strangely excited by this turn of events. Deanna placed the blindfold over his eyes, and said, “Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes, hon,” he replied hoarsely.
She removed his jockeys, and leaned over to give his stiff dick a swift suck. “Spread your arms and legs,” she said, using the handcuffs to attach his wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. His cock twitched with anticipation.
Deanna kneeled behind him on the bed, and reached for the whip. She brought it down in a soft stroking motion and, as some of the fronds trailed down the space between Nick’s butt cheeks, he gasped with pleasure. “More?” Deanna asked.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Ask me nicely then,” she replied.
“Yes, please,” he began to beg. Deanna quickly got into the swing of things as she alternated between using the whip and the palm of her hand to spank his upturned ass, which was soon showing red lines across it. She stopped suddenly, causing Nick to howl with disappointment.
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “I’m so close to cumming.”
“You need to beg more than that,” Deanna replied, loving the powerful feelings she was getting. Moisture was running down the inside of her thighs and she couldn’t resist making herself cum while Nick waited. He listened to the noises her fingers were making as she began to finger-fuck her wet cunt.
“Please let me watch,” he begged.
Deanna ignored him, and carried on, seeing to her own pleasure, gasping as a massive orgasm swept through her whole body. “Aaah,” she cried. “That’s so fuckin’ good.” When her breathing returned to normal, she turned to Nick and said, “Now where were we? Ah, yes, you were begging me to let you cum, weren’t you?”
He nodded his head, now desperate for release. Deanna carried on spanking his red butt cheeks with one hand, and using the other to jerk him off until he spurted arc after arc of creamy cum all over the bed covers.
“Bad boy!” Deanna remonstrated. “I hadn’t given you permission. Next time, you will have to wait until I allow it.”
“Next time?” Nick asked. “I can’t wait!”
Deanna whispered, "You won't have to wait long."
Part II - Deanna’s First Night
by Krystal Kourtesan
Nick had thoroughly enjoyed his first experience of being bound and spanked by his wife, Deanna. In fact, he had enjoyed it so much that he was now willing to go with her to a BDSM club to try and push their boundaries a little further. As for Deanna, now that she had the bit between Nick's teeth, so to speak, she was very excited about paying a visit to the club to see how everyone else explored this exciting world.
Deanna’s friend, Joanna, had first introduced her to the idea of paying a visit to a club. She had explained that it was very different from what she had been expecting and she had really enjoyed the experience. Apparently, people from all walks of life went there and there were some very respectable men in high-powered jobs who felt it was a welcome relief to not be in charge for a ch
ange.
She and Joanna went to a little boutique in town to buy some clothes for the weekend. Deanna was excited to see what they had to offer. The window display didn’t give a lot away but, when they got inside, they were greeted with row after row of leather, PVC red satin, and black lace in a seemingly never-ending array of styles and sizes.
“Wow!” Deanna said. “I’m so impressed. I never expected there to be so much choice!"
An assistant walked over to greet them. She was dressed in a short, black lace skirt, red leather basque, and fishnet stockings. “How can I help you ladies today?” she enquired. “Are you looking for anything in particular or would you just like to wander around for awhile?”
“Can we have a look around first?” Joanna asked.
“Of course. Give me a call if you need me,” she smiled, retreating behind a display of whips.
Deanna whispered. “C’mon then. Let’s see what they have.”
The women had an enjoyable half hour, just browsing around, and seeing what was on offer. They were both pleased to see a large variety of accessories. In fact, there was so much choice, neither of them could make up their minds. As if by magic, the assistant appeared, asking if there was anything she could do to help.
“Please,” Deanna implored. “There’s so much to see and I have no idea what would suit me. Could you give me some pointers, please?”
“No problem,” she smiled. “My name’s Bea, by the way. Are you both going to be Mistresses?” They nodded. “Okay, let’s have a look at you.” She looked Deanna up and down, gauging her size, coloring, and anything else she needed in order to get her something that would not only flatter her womanly curves, but would also look sexy as hell.
“Here, go try these on,” Bea said, after grabbing a couple of armfuls of clothing from the rails. She did the same for Joanna and off they went to the changing rooms.
Deanna stepped out first, dressed in a skin-tight black PVC catsuit, and looking like she had been born to wear these kinds of clothes. She had left the zipper halfway down and her tits looked magnificent.
Joanna stepped out then, too. “Fuck me, Deanna. You simply have to get that. You look amazing!”
“You don’t look too shabby yourself,” Deanna laughed. Joanna was wearing a wet-look high-waisted pencil skirt with a red and black peephole leather bra.
“You both look fabulous,” Bea said. “Is there anything else I can get for you today? Any accessories perhaps?”
“I’ve already got some handcuffs and bits and pieces but, if I get on okay at the club, I’ll be back in next week,” Deanna smiled. “And, thank you so much for your help today.”
“No problem, ladies. Come in next week anyway, and let me know how you got on. I love to hear about first time experiences and, so far, I haven’t met anyone who didn’t want to go back for more.”
***
Deanna and Nick were getting ready to go out. They had ordered a cab to take them to the club and Deanna planned on wearing a coat over her clothes for the journey. Nick’s eyes had been almost out of his head when she had walked into the room wearing the catsuit.
“Oh my God, honey. Nobody will be able to take their eyes off you in that!” he exclaimed.
“Good, I want them all to look and want but I will be selective as to who can touch.”
She and Nick had discussed how far they were willing to go and he was happy for Deanna to decide. As usual, he would go with the flow. Besides, he knew that he was in for a good night as well. He had loved being spanked, and wanted to see what Deanna had in store for him that evening.
They got to the club and Joanna met them just inside the doors. Deanna and Nick didn’t know where to look next. There were so many things going on in every corner of the main room, from men on their knees in dog collars and attached to their Mistresses' leads, to various men being pegged by both sexes. Joanna saw someone she had become acquainted with the last time so she went off to have her own fun, leaving Nick and Deanna to do whatever they desired.
They spent a little while watching someone else’s scene, and then decided to move across to one of the partially private ‘pods’ the club had designed. In these, it was possible to stand just inside a semi-circular pod, and watch the action, which was still partially screened from the rest of the room.
Eyes had followed Deanna’s progress across the room and soon there were three other couples who had entered the pod to watch. Deanna had not realized before how much she got a kick out of being watched and she decided to put on a good show for everyone else, as well as Nick.
“Clothes off, and get onto your knees, dog!” she commanded. Nick obeyed immediately. “Lick my boots clean. I want them to shine.”
Although Nick was a little unsure, he desperately wanted to experience everything, and not just the bits he chose. Besides, Deanna was proving to be a very competent Mistress, and was brusque and direct with her orders. While Nick was seeing to his task, Deanna took the time to speak to the people who had come in to watch. Buoyed by their encouragement, she decided to ‘go for it.’
“Up!” she commanded, indicating the X-shaped bed frame. Nick clambered up, and lay on it face down, wondering what was to come. Deanna quickly cuffed him spread-eagled to the bed, reached into her bag, picked up a cat-o-nine-tails, and spanked his ass until it was red raw. She stood between his butt cheeks, spreading them, and felt underneath him for his hard dick. She then slipped on a metal cock ring with an anal probe, and completely ignored him while she spoke to the others.
One woman standing by, who was wearing a mask, praised her. “You have the makings of a good Mistress,” she said. “Would you like some training next time you come?”
“Let me think about that,” Deanna replied, turning back to Nick. He was squirming against his restraints and Deanna brought a whip down smartly onto his red ass.
“Please, Mistress, let me cum,” he begged, completely in the spirit of the night.
“When I give permission,” she barked at him. “I need to show you who’s in charge first.” She stepped into a strap-on dildo, and mounted him from behind. After removing the anal probe, she pushed the dildo in until she was ass-fucking him, and grasped onto his hair at the back of his head, pulling it back towards her.
The strap between her legs was doing its job on her clit and, as she thrust into Nick, she knew she was about to cum. “Aaah,” she gasped, enjoying the feeling of the leather rubbing her wet cunt.
“You may cum now."
He immediately allowed his orgasm to flow, sticky and hot, all over the cock ring.
“Thank you Mistress,” he replied. “When can we do this again?”
“When I say so,” Deanna replied with a smile.
Part III - Deanna’s Dominance Reigns
by Krystal Kourtesan
Deanna and Nick were due back at the BDSM club the following week where Deanna had registered to have some lessons in becoming a better Mistress. Nick had to leave town on an unexpected business trip, but insisted Deanna go ahead and attend without him
“Honestly, honey, I don’t mind,” he said. “You can surprise me with what you’ve learned when I get back."
“Only if you’re sure, honey,” Deanna smiled, keeping up the pretence that she was asking permission. She had every intention of going whether Nick was there or not.
That evening, she was meeting up with the ‘seasoned’ Mistress who intended to show her the ropes.
The Mistress went simply by the name of ‘K’ and she was to show Deanna how her slave liked to be treated. His name was never given to Deanna, and, in all honesty, she did not care what he was called; only what she could learn. The slave was K’s husband and he was an extremely subservient slave. When K had suggested that he would be able to have two Mistresses, he had simply agreed, knowing that he would ultimately not only be shown a lesson, but would also be having his needs met in a way that nothing else could come close to doing.
Deanna arrived early at the club
to get changed as she had no wish to walk down the street in what was to be her costume for the night. She was to wear what K had suggested, which was a leather and lace strappy bandeau style one piece with a cut-out crotch and fishnet stockings. Even trying the costume on had left her feeling sexually excited so, when she got changed in the restroom, she luxuriated in the raw sensuality she could see in the mirror, and was pleased with how her newly-waxed pussy looked, all pouting and wet. She quickly went out to meet up with K and her slave.
K’s slave was already on his knees with a blindfold on. K embraced Deanna warmly, and invited her through to another room where the training was to begin.
“You will see what an unsupportive bastard he is,” she said, her head inclined toward her partner. “So, he needs regular reminding of what his duties actually are. They include being my pussy slave but, sometimes, he does not do as I tell him, and he needs to be punished. We had such a disagreement this morning so he is ready for his punishment now. Up!” K pulled on the lead attached to the spiked collar around his throat and he stood up, already hard with desire. K smacked him sharply across his hard cock, and admonished him, “How dare you show yourself and me up like that. Did I give you permission to be hard? I did NOT!”
His stiff cock soon shriveled and K stroked his face lovingly, and said, “That’s much better. Now, shall we begin?” K led him across to some metal rings that were attached to the wall at ankle height. “Lean over,” she ordered, attaching his wrists to the rings so that his naked ass was in the air.
“Would you like to start, honey?” she asked Deanna. “After all, this is to be his special punishment today.”
Deanna came closer, highly excited by what she was about to do. She wondered if Nick would ever be up for such punishment, and vowed that they would start on his training soon, too. “I will advise you that, because he has been such a bad slave today, his punishment needs to be thorough,” K said, indicating for Deanna to make a start.
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