Slapping him across the face, I grabbed his lips, and kissed them, making his cock come alive between his legs. "You like my pussy rubbing you like this and you want more, yes?"
"Yes, of course..."
Smack!
Ouch!" He rubbed his own five-o'clock shadow.
"You are not to speak unless I tell you to." Biting his lip with my teeth into the skin, I felt his cock flex against my body. I reached down, and unzipped his fly, pulling him out into the open so I could see his dripping meat for myself. Reaching in under his cock, I grabbed his balls, and squeezed, making him gasp, and hold onto the chair for support. Pulling myself onto the table, I grabbed onto his blond hair, and slammed his face into my sex.
"There! That is where you belong and you know it."
His mouth was tentative but, when I put my foot against his cock, and pressed down, he got the idea, and started to move his tongue all around my wet slit.
"Good boy, that is what I like." His mouth was expertly bringing me off and I found myself having multiple orgasms as I held his face against me the entire time. "Yes, yes, yesssssssssss." My foot continued to move up and down his swollen cock, getting my high heels covered in his sauce. I lifted his head by his hair, and presented my cream covered heels for his lips. "Don't look at me like that. You did this so you have to take care of it." His lips closed over one of my heels and he began to lick it off while I pushed my four-inch heel in and out of his mouth. It was awe-inspiring to see him suck what could only be described as a tiny cock and I suddenly had this revelation that maybe he was willing to do a whole lot more than just that.
Moving the other heel over to his face, he gave it the same treatment as the first one, sucking it back and forth, making me want to see his mouth full of something even bigger. Reaching over to the bag that was behind my head, I took out a large, double-headed dildo, and brought it down to my lips, before inserting half of it into my pussy. My muscles grabbed onto the plastic toy as my husband looked on, and stroked his meat for my pleasure.
"I love this but I want the real thing." Getting up, he speared me with everything he had while I scratched at his chest, and dug my spiked 4-inch heels into his ass. It was the perfect encouragement to make him go faster and I could feel his cock swelling inside me.
"Faster, faster, harder!" My eyes went to the back of my head and I could see that he was about to join me in my pleasure. Then, I pulled away from him, leaving his cock at the brink, and unable to find his own release. "I want you to cum all over this for me." My hands held the double-headed dildo against the shaft, waiting for him to cover it in his hot cum.
"OH! I can't stop it!!" The head ballooned, and then started to shoot copious streaks of white lava all over the plastic toy, where it dripped down the sides. Lifting it to my face, I watched him watching as the first drop was about to fall on my tongue. But, then I grabbed his head, and force-fed the dripping mess into his own mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmph." He was fighting me but he wasn't fighting all that hard, which meant he liked the taste and wanted more.
"Yeah, suck that cock." His own cock jumped at that and I smiled, feeding inch after inch of the toy into his slutty mouth. His own cream coated his lips and I made sure he licked the whole thing clean, before allowing the cock to come out of his mouth. "That's very good and, from now on, that is what you will be doing. I just don't want your cream anymore and it's all yours to eat like the good little slut that you are." He slumped his head to his chest in shame and degradation as he finally realized I would be the one calling the shots from now on.
Seeing his cock all hard, and ready for more, I slapped the head, and said "Don't think you are going to use that on me and I don't want you to pleasure yourself until I tell you to."
"Yes, Mistress, I won't." I loved holding the reigns in this relationship and I had no intention of letting go of them anytime soon. His mouth was now going to be used as a receptacle for his own hot and nasty cum and I was going to get a thrill out of making him eat it for me.
Bring on the Leather
by Anna
I had always wanted a rich husband and I finally netted one in Jon. However, I was concerned about my rather dominant sexual needs as Jon was a lights-out, missionary kind of man. I later learned, however, that Jon was kinkier than he had originally let on...
I am rather young to have such eclectic sexual tastes but, at 22 years old, I had been subjected to the lifestyle for about three years. It was after these formative years that I figured out I didn't want to bed-hop anymore. Oh, sure, it was fun to try a bunch of different men of various ages and cock sizes but it got old. I wanted a connection, a true sparks-flying love that would be my one and only.
Too bad for me that Jon was your typical vanilla 'let's have sex with the lights off' kind of guy who I thought wouldn't even entertain the thought of a dominant/submissive sexual relationship. Here's where it gets interesting. I still had all my leather stuff; the restraints, the ball gags, the boots, the hood, the whole thing. I just kept it under the bed in a large leather suitcase. Who would ever think to look there?
Well, I was coming home from, well...let's be honest, pawing the merchandise at the local adult novelty store that had a lot of the kinds of things I liked. Oh, I never buy anything but it was nice to feel the leather, smell the heady scent, and let the memories wash over me.
I was just opening the door to our house, a huge colonial with 17 rooms and 4 baths. (I had no idea what we would do with so much space but Jon wanted to keep up with the Joneses.) Anyway, it was mid afternoon and I figured Jon would be off to the golf course with his buddies. So, I made a beeline for the bedroom to take a peek at my suitcase. When I opened the door, I got the shock of my life. Jon was on the bed, completely naked with his hands strapped to the bedposts.
I laughed. "Um, Jon, did you get yourself into that position?" I asked. It would have been more humiliating for him if our promiscuous next door neighbor had done this to him but, boy, would I be mad, and looking to punish him.
He grunted, and nodded up and down.
A ball gag was in his mouth, all my toys were strewn about the room, and my leather suitcase was flopped open on the floor in front of me. I walked around the bed. The restraints weren't on too tight so I could tell he had been trying to get out for a while now.
"Well, Jon boy, that is quite some feat." I pulled on the straps, tightening them even further to his astonished eyes. "You actually managed to tie both hands up. You'll have to show me how you were able to accomplish that."
He grunted again through the ball gag, the red tip protruding out from between his lips. I looked down at his hard body, the flat abs rippling from his exertion, his cock hard and dripping precum. That's when I got another shock. His cock and balls were encased in a leather cock ring. Doesn't sound so shocking...except it wasn't mine. I don't have any cock rings.
"What have we here?" I gripped his cock in my hand, and began lightly stroking him, his shaft throbbing under my touch. "Seems my boy has been keeping things behind my back." I hissed, "That stops now." I took my other hand, and squeezed his balls.
He screamed out into the ball gag.
I stepped away from him and, as he watched, I undressed until I was naked. Oh, he loved my body. I kept it firm and flexible with daily yoga. I reached into a side compartment of the suitcase, and came back with a pair of skin-tight leather pants with the crotch cut out of them. He could see my bald pussy. I shimmied and slid my way into them.
"Okay, Jon boy, time for your first lesson." I got up on the bed, and straddled his aching cock. I squatted down roughly, and took him all the way inside me. "Yes, you are going to learn some self control."
I bounced up and down on him, his hard and thick eight-inch cock sliding in and out of me, my skin slapping against his. I could sense he was getting close, and stopped. "No! No! You don't cum until I do and, even then, only if you've been good." I reached back and pulled down on his balls, making the sensation to want to explod
e subside considerably.
I could hear the leather restraints straining against his muscled arms. Awe, he was trying to get loose again. I would have to put a stop to that. I slapped his face rather hard. He looked at me with pleading in his eyes. It was his cock that flexed involuntarily inside me.
"Oh, so my boy liked that." I placed both my feet on either side of his body, using my free hand on his chest to rise up and fuck on his hard cock. I started slow, but then picked up speed, even driving him crazy by contracting the muscles in my pussy on each upward stroke.
He tried to thrust up, but I held him down, and used my finger in a tsk-tsk motion. "Don't move, not one muscle. I am going to enjoy this." I kept pistoning his cock in and out of me, making sure the large, flared head rubbed up on my pussy lips as it came out.
He grunted, tensing up his muscles. I reached down, and tugged on his balls again, this time slapping his testicles with a loud crack from the palm of my hand. His cock lost the urge to cum. That was when I felt my orgasm coming.
"Fuck, yes!" I screamed, a bit of spittle landing on his right cheek. "I am going to fucking cum on that cock." I buried him inside me, rubbed my clit, and exploded. "Oh, yes, I'm fucking cumming!" My pelvis shook, and gripped him in the throes of my orgasm.
His eyes went wide. I let go of his balls. It was the release he needed. He shot his load inside me, the hot, white, scalding cream bathing my pussy walls with his need. It was quite the load as some of it dripped out around his cock.
I jumped off him, straddled his face, unclasped the ball gag, and smothered him in our combined juices. "You be a good boy, and lick all that up. Afterwards, you can go make us a nice dinner."
It was the beginning of a very satisfying marriage.
Club Manners
by Tonya
I've got to say, my husband Jason and I have the best of everything; cars, jewelry, houses, vacation property, even several business ventures that we invest in heavily, both in monetary gain and in personal gain. What recently happened to us was something so unexpected that it took us both by surprise.
A good friend of mine (well, really an ex-boyfriend who needed some capital to create a nightclub) got in touch with me about an investment opportunity. It was supposed to be your typical nightspot for heavy partying, low lights, and pumping music. It was, but with a whole lot more. When I saw the blueprints to the place months before it opened, I smiled a little at just how elite the crowd would be, and just what kind of activities this club would offer. My ex decided to make it a fetish club, complete with costumes to get in, exotic drinks, and private rooms with one-way mirrors. My husband agreed to invest based on my request alone. He didn't know exactly what kind of club it was.
It was opening night and, since we were investors, we had VIP access. I was dressed to impress. I had on this slinky, curve hugging, micro red leather dress that left little to the imagination. Gloves of the same color encased my hands like a second skin and a bustier pushed up my C-cups into an impressive sight. My dark, shoulder length hair was tied back in a tight bun. It gave me a severe look, which was exactly what I was going for.
My husband was wearing black slacks, and a simple, white-buttoned shirt from Armani.
I walked up to the doorman, and flashed our 'VIP Gold Class' card and we were immediately led to another nearby entrance with no people mobbing it.
"See, honey? I told you investing in a club like this would have some benefits."
He looked at the line down the block and I could see him eyeing all the women. They were dressed in fetish gear, leathers, and the like. "Um, just what kind of club did we invest in, Tonya?"
I took his hand and we disappeared into the club. "Oh, you know, a place to relax, drink, and have some fun." We migrated down a dark, dimly lit hall until we came to a set of black curtains. I pulled them aside.
We were up on a catwalk of sorts, which went around the length of the club. It was enclosed with glass all the way around with key cards for access. The party was hopping down below; lots of partygoers on the dance floor, lights flickering back and forth, and the DJ spinning the tunes. It was quite the crowd. My husband didn't notice the huge, big screen TV above the stage. It was off at the moment.
I used our 'VIP' card to open one of the glass doors. It led to a large room. I had picked this room specifically for us. I was about to introduce him to a world that I once frequented in my youth. I turned the lights on. The room was bathed in incandescent red.
My husband looked in. There was a long, L-shaped, red leather couch. The walls were covered in chains with various BDSM equipment and toys attached to hooks. I pushed him inside, and closed the door behind us with a hiss from the automatic settings.
"Okay, honey," I said. "Get undressed, and stand in front of that window."
He protested, "WHAT?! What are you talking about?"
"You invested in this club. Don't you at least want to sample what it has to offer?"
"I don't underst...." I pushed my hand against his mouth.
"Ssshhhh..."
He looked at me with those lost puppy dog eyes.
"Don't worry, it's one way glass. You can see out at them." I pointed to the crowd below and the people milling about on the catwalk. "But, they can't see in."
He shrugged, and immediately stripped down. I watched as he made his way over to the window. I stepped up behind his naked form. "Put both hands up, and touch the glass." He did what he was instructed to do. I snapped the black leather cuffs on him, the chains dangling down. He tested the length. He couldn't go back more than a few inches.
I walked over to the wall, and selected a cat of nine tails, turned around, and snapped the flailed ends at his exposed ass. It connected, leaving a red mark on his left ass cheek.
"Fuck, that hurts!" He screamed.
I put my finger up to his lips. "No talking, my pet. In fact, that deserves a punishment of ten licks to each cheek."
Jerking back, I gave his ass several whips from the cat of nine tails, each time hearing him whimper, but not saying a word. I even, just for the fun of it, spanked his ass with my bare hands a few times. I loved the sound of the loud, hollow slaps reverberating off the glass window.
"Okay, you've done well, my pet." I caressed his reddened ass cheeks with the tips of my fingernails. "I think you deserve a reward."
He grunted, but kept quiet. He was being such a good boy.
I got some baby oil from my purse, and poured it over my hands. I reached in front, and gripped his cock. He was hard, and throbbing to my touch. "Hmm, seems someone likes this more than he is letting on."
My hands started to slip up and down his hard shaft, his moans coming in gasps. I knew he was close. I caressed his balls gingerly with my other hand. His cock jerked up and down, the head extended, and then he cried out.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!!" He shot two hard streams of white against the glass, and then spurted several more before he fell limp. "Oh, that feels so good!"
I pulled my hands up, and shoved them in his mouth. "Lick it all off, my pet." His mouth sucked and licked the creamy dessert from my leather fingers. "Good boy!" I unsnapped the cuffs, and pushed his face against the glass. "Now, clean up that mess."
He fell to his knees. His tongue licked up all the cum from the glass until it was squeaky clean.
"Okay, get dressed." I tossed him his clothes. "I think we need to mingle."
He dressed and we exited the room. That was when his humiliation was complete. He looked up at the big screen. Our little session behind the glass was being played to the obvious enjoyment of the club goers.
I watched as he went from denial, to anger, to acceptance in the span of a few seconds.
The crowd clapped and cheered as we made our way back through the black curtain. I never felt more alive.
Masked Intentions
by William
"I suppose if it's only for one night then I guess I can bite the bullet, and do what you ask," my husband relented. He always rel
ents.
I always get a little excited every time he does what I want and I had a feeling that he would be the perfect candidate for a little role reversal. But, I would have to wait for the right time to spring this on him. Married, with kids out of the house and in college, we were always searching for ways to alleviate boredom.
He got dressed very slowly, not sure how to put on the costume. So, I made it a point to help him out, and also noticed that he was getting rock hard in that flimsy little pair of black underwear that went with the French maid's outfit for the masquerade party. With his cock rising to attention like it was, I would have to do something to hide the bulge from anybody's prying eyes. "Let's just tape that fucker down so you don't scare all the women at the party."
He watched from above as I took out some duct tape, and plastered his cock down onto his thigh, making his little problem disappear altogether.
He flinched, and asked, "How are you going to get that off later?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"I still don't know about this." He didn't try to stop me as I applied the makeup, and shaved his beard...until he was looking a lot like a woman, and giving me very naughty ideas. It was the perfect costume to lead him into my little plan of introducing him to the world of Femdom.
The party was in full swing and everybody came as different characters. Nobody really paid any attention to my husband in drag. That was probably because they thought he was not a man at all, and really believed that he was a sexy French maid. I could see that he was uncomfortable with the guys (and even some girls) ogling him and it was almost a foregone conclusion that he was going to make himself scarce, and disappear from the party.
Watching him closely, I saw him slink away in the middle of the evening and I followed him. He was watching TV in the master bedroom with the lights off. Before joining him in the bedroom, I pulled out my accessory to the devil costume that I was wearing and, once I had it on, I walked right in on him, and stood there looking at him with evil in my eyes.
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