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Mena
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When she came in the door he immediately took her
overnight bag and jacket. Then he took her in his arms and
kissed her deeply, passionately. Their tongues met and both
felt a stirring between their legs. Still standing in the
kitchen he lightly kissed and tongued her neck. Slowly he
moved up the side of her neck and nibbled her earlobe. He
put his tongue in her ear the way that he knew really turned
her on. Then he said with breathy tones.
"Do you trust me?"
"MmmmHmm", she breathed her reply.
"Will you trust me enough to give me copplete control
tonight?"
"Mmmm...yes", she said huskily.
"Good. Take off your skirt and blouse. Leave the
stockings and garter on, you can take off your bra if you
want also. Then go sit on the couch."
She hesitated while he started to mix drinks.
"Take them off right here?"
"Yes"
"But all the shades are wide open."
"And all the lights are on. Take them off right here.
Nobody will be looking. But then again you never know..."
he said with a mischevious grin.
Still she hesitated, until she decided to trust his
instincts. He had always known exactly what would please
her in the past. He always knew theperfect time to put a
tongue in her ear, or when to put a finger in her ass-hole
to make her cum over and over. She quivered in anticipation
just remembering the feel of his tongue on her clit, two
fingers buried in her dripping pussy, and one just slightly
inside her asshole. Noone she had ever known could eat her
out as well as he. That's what made him so good in bed,
that's what always kept her coming back.
He watched her from the corner of his eye while he
mixed the drinks until he saw her shudder slightly then
begin to slowly unbutton her white low cut blouse. He felt
his skin-tight faded jeans begin to bulge as he thought of
the surprises he had planned for her tonight. After she had
peeled off her black mini-skirt she stood in the middle of
the living room displaying her long, perfect legs, her tight
ass, her silky, flat stomach, and a pair of tits other women
would kill for. Her beautiful flesh was wrapped in black
fish-net hose held up by a lacy black garter belt. As usual
when she visited him she wore no panties. She had left her
filmy bra on that barely held in her magnifecent breasts.
He happily noticed it had the nipples cut out, which was
perfect for the upcoming events. She had definitely dressed
for some action tonight. He doubted that she was expecting
the things he had in store for her though.
He walked over to where she was sitting on the couch
watching MTV.
"Nice outfit. I love looking at you. What size bra
do you wear?"
"34C. I'm glad you like it. I bought it just for you."
This with a mischevious grin of her own.
"Sure you did." He sat next to her and handed her
the drink. "I really like the nipple effect. I might not
even take it off tonight."
She grinned wider. "What if I want to take it off?"
Time to lay some groundrules. "You will do anything
and everything exactly as I tell you to."
She took a drink. "I will, will I?"
"Exactly as I tell you. You trust me, remember?
You will not initiate any contact, you will ask my permission
for anything you might desire. I won't punish you unless you
make it necessary."
She was curious about the commanding tone in his voice.
Curious and strangely excited. Even though she had never done
anything involving intentional pain before she felt her crotch
become slick despite the apprehension his words created. She
had never seen this side of him before and wondered again
exactly how well she really knew him. They had dated for
many months a few years ago and spent almost every waking,
and sleeping, moment together. She remembered that there had
always seemed to be something he was holding back. Not on
purpose; he willingly shared of his thoughts and emotions,
but she had always felt like there was some part of him she
didn't have access to. Possibly something that he wasn't
even aware of. Perhaps this was that something. Perhaps he
had been doing some exploring on his own during the years
that she would only come by every few months for glorious
sex. As she had these thoughts she finished her drink and
watched him watch TV.
He was wearing his favorite pair of jeans that fit
him like a glove and she had noticed as went to make more
drinks that he was wearing nothing underneath. He had on
the white cotton shirt she had bought for him when they were
still going out and that really emphasized his fit, trim torso.
He wasn't the most gorgeous man she had ever fucked but there
was something about his looks that made her, and most other
women, stare.
He stood between her and the TV as he handed her
another drink, his bulging crotch less than an arm's length
away. She licked her lips and stared.
He ignored her stare. "I can't get enough of the
sight of your nipples peeking out of that bra. I could cum
just looking at your body."
"You better not. I want to feel your hard cock."
She reached out and ran her hands up the outside of his legs
from the knees to his muscular ass. Then she slid them slowly
around the front and kneaded the bulge she happily noticed grow.
He took hold of her wrists and held them firmly.
"You forgot to ask permission." He ignored her as
he sat down.
Again she wondered at his commanding attitude. They
sat in silence until they had finished their drinks. He had
lit a cigarette for her and when she put it out he stood.
"Go into the bedroom and lay on your back on the bed.
Wait for me while I decide on your punishment."
When she entered the bedroom it was bright with
candlelight. The air was filled with the flavor of their scents.
Combined with the alcohol it made her head swim for a moment,
a sensation she thoroughly enjoyed. This was certainly most
unusual for him. When she saw the ropes tied to the head and
footboard of the bed she finally realized how serious he must be.
She really began to become anxious at this point. But something
stirred deep inside her at the thought of giving complete control
over her mind and body to him. She became aware of a tension she
didn't even know existed release inside her. Suddenly her
knees became weak and she collapsed onto the bed. She couldn't
help but stretch her smooth limbs out to the corners. Neither
could she help notice the vibrations spreading from the pit
of her stomach outward until her whole body was quivering
internally. She realized that she ached with the desire to
be completely dominated.
When he walked into the bedroom he saw her lying
spread-eagled on the bed. Her eyes were closed tightly
and her mouth was hanging open slightly. Her body reflected
the candlelight, making her seem almost blurry and unfocused
to his eyes. His instincts, finely tuned after fucking her
on so many occassions and in so many ways, had told him she
had a need to abandon her self-control and be submitted to
the will of another.
She became aware of his presence.
"I apologize for my earlier shameless disregard for
your orders. I beg your forgiveness and ask your permission
to touch myself."
"I accept your apology but will not forgive your
impudence. You may *not* touch yourself until I say you can."
She squirmed in frustration and brought her arms and
legs back together.
"I have decided on your punishment but first I will
tie your arms and legs. This is not part of your punishment
as you will so obviously enjoy it."
He first tied her hands to the bedposts. Then he took
hold of her ankles and holding them tightly together, bent them
at the knees. With her feet in the air her bush was exposed to
his staring eyes. He loved the way her round ass framed her
pussy and the crack leading away from it beneath. He then
slowly moved one leg toward her chest and straightened the
other one. She sighed softly as her inner thighs and pussy
lips rubbed across her clitoris. He kept moving her legs back
and forth, and around and around until her breathing became
faster and he could see her cunt become shiny with moisture.
When he tied her legs down she writhed slightly and tried to
reach her clit with her hands. He watched her ineffectual
attempts as he undressed.
"Now we will begin your punishment." He straddled her
stomach, tickling her belly button with his balls and rubbed her
tits through the silk of her bra. He lightly ran his fingers
over her exposed nipples before squeezing them. Gently at
first then with more pressure he twisted them until they were
hard.
"You've always said your nipples aren't all that
sensitive...tell me when."
He squeezed them harder and harder while she wiggled
beneath him.
Finally she gasped. "When." He exerted a final bit
of force then let go entirely. He took from the nightstand
a pair of jeweled nipple clamps. She inhaled sharply when
she saw them and didn't move. When he put on the first one
she held her breath until the pain was too much.
She exhaled harshly. "When." The second one started
her moaning softly. He rubbed the blood-filled ends of her
beautiful nipples lightly. Then he bent down and licked the
tops of them as she moaned in encouragement. He moved forward
onto her chest and slid his thighs back and forth over her
upthrust breasts. She lifted her head at one point and he
took advantage of the position to shove his cock into her
open mouth. The force of the movement pushed her head backwards
but she immediately started sucking and pulled her head forward
again to take as much of his seven inches as possible.He rocked
his hips while she sucked his cock and moved her chest back and forth,
rubbing her overly sensitive nipples on his hard ass.
He toyed with the idea of coming in her mouth (he knew she hated
that) then leaving her there without making her cum as a form of
punishment. He decided against it and climbed off of her before he
came. She lay with her eyes closed, straining against her restraints.
He stood looking at her, stroking his cock. Then he flicked both her
nipples to keep the pain sharp.
He gazed at her wondrous body spread-eagled before
him. He was filled with a feeling of power he had never
experienced before. He had before him his own personal sex
slave with which he could do absolutely anything. The reality
of it made his head swim with possibilities.
"Your punishment is far from over. You must be
taught respect."
With that he lay on his side beside her with his
hard-on pressed against her hip. He kissed her roughly
on the lips. His tongue delved into her mouth and they wildly
toyed with each others tongues. He kissed her in the way he
knew turned her on the most, with complete abandon. As they
kissed his right hand was buried in her long black hair,
holding her head steady as his tongue raped her mouth. His
left hand ran up and down her body, from below her breasts
to her knees. It danced on her inner thighs and ran through
the pubic hair at the top of her snatch without ever actually
touching her engorged pussy lips. His lips broke from her
mouth, forcing her head to the side he sucked and nibbled on
the sensitive flesh of her neck at the base of her jaw. He
slowly moved his mouth down her body ignoring her tits, nibbling,
sucking, and licking his way to the place he knew she longed
his tongue to be. He brushed his lips through her bush exerting
only a light pressure on her cunt lips. He licked the inside
of her knees with his long hair draped over her thighs and
crotch. After orally ministrating to her inner thighs he
ran his head up and down over her mid-section, teasing her
aching pussy with his hair. He knew this would drive her
absolutely crazy. He listened to her begging.
"Please, please lick my clit. I've got to feel your
tongue on my pussy. Suck on my clitoris. I wanna cum on
your tongue. Don't make me wait any longer. Please make
me cum."
He waited until her words became almost incoherent
while teasing her unmercifully. When she stopped talking
and was breathing in ragged gasps he suddenly smeared his
entire tongue onto her pussy. She writhed in ecstasy. He
smashed his tongue up and down on her clitoris, alternately
shoving it into her eagerly awaiting hole. He suddenly had
a fit of mercy and, knowing how easily she could cum on his
tongue, he flitted his tongue as quickly as he could on her
clit. She bucked violently as she came in a rush with him
lapping at her cunt, eating all her honeyed juices.
He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of
her hole. She was still jerking slightly from her previous
orgasm. His head pushed against her cunt, spreading her lips
and beckoning for entrance. He moved his hips side to side
without increasing his forward pressure any, letting her
wetness soak the head of his dick. Then he slipped it up
some and ran the bottom of his shaft along her clitoris.
She jerked irregularly as the friction of his cock evoked
intense pleasure from her orgasm sensitive clit.
"Oh god, I've never cum like that before. Would you
please fuck me as hard as you can? Please?"
He bent down and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
Then he kissed her shoulder and made her giggle by nuzzling
her underarm.
In breathless tones he said, "I *will* fuck you hard
tonight. I'm going to bury myself inside of you farther than
ever before."
He pulled his cock away from her snatch as he gave her
a peck on the lips.
"But not right now."
He untied her arms and legs and had her sit on the
edge of the bed.
"Suck your juice off my cock."
She gladly obliged. Sucking his head into her mouth
she could taste her cum on it. She had tasted her cum before
but never enjoyed it until tonight. It had a sort of sharp
taste, slightly salty, and utterly enjoyable. Just as she
was really getting into sucking his cock, one hand tickling and
rubbing his balls, the other stroking his shaft, he stopped her.
"We'll have a drink now. Go sit on the couch again.
Take off your bra."
He knew that she shouldn't be tied for too long at a
time. This would allow her circulation to return to normal.
He also didn't want this night to end ever. He was almost
ashamed to admit how much he enjoyed exerting his will over this
beautiful, normally headstrong woman. He knew that she had
quite a few lovers. When they first started getting serious
her lusty, casual nature had upset him. He didn't want to be
compared to other men she had slept with, out of fear of not
measuring up, in more ways than the obvious. The more time
he spent with her the more her casual attitude towards sex
rubbed off on him. Now he could listen to her stories about
other men (other men's cocks, he reminded himself) without
being bothered in the least. Even though at times it felt
like she was 'sharing' these stories just to piss him off,
still he knew that, no matter what she had with anyone else, what she
got from him was unique and special. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt
that she had never experienced anything even remotely similar to this
with any other man.
He lit a cigarette, first for her then for himself. As he
smoked and mixed more drinks he pondered what direction the evening
should take. His desire for an orgasm was ebbing but was still nearly
overwhelming. The biggest question on his mind was how. It seemed
that her will, easily enough broken, was subdued enough to go without
the bonds. He could probably do absolutely anything to her with no
complaints or objections on her part. But the bonds made even the
most kinky acts possible. Things that any rational person would
certainly resist. He wasn't a cruel person and he would never do
anything damaging to her, but the possibilities presented when she was
bound created a sense of power he couldn't resist.
"Have a drink, you'll need all the strength you can muster for
the rest of the evening. How are you feeling?"
"Wonderful, absolutely marvelous. The pain in my nipples has
subsided but I respectfully request to take these things off."
She was definitely very good at the game.
"No, I like how they look. They give your breasts a perky
look. Besides, you're punishment is still ongoing. After *I* determine
you have gained the proper respect *I* will take them off."
She sipped her drink. "Aahh, nice and stiff just the way I
like them."
"In reference to what, my dear?"
"Take it any way you want it." Again with the mischevious
twinkle.
"Finish you're drink and I will take it exactly the way I want
it."
"First may I please have another cigarette?" Eyes downcast,
she was the very picture of obsequiousness.
After they finished their smokes he said, "I love the garters
and hose but take them off. Leave the nipple clamps on."
As she complied he began filling his oversized tub. She waited
in the living room after making herself completely nude.
"Come in here and test the water for me."
"May I please feel you in my arms and kiss you?"
He wrapped her in his arms. "You are learning but don't think I
will lighten the punishment any." They kissed more passionately than
either had in their lives. He couldn't resist running his hands down to
grasp her perfect ass.
She moaned, "I feel more on fire right now than ever before."
"Get in the tub."
She was surprised by the temperature of the water but wasn't
going to give him the satisfaction of betraying her surprise. He saw her
grit her teeth and step into the tub, then she sat down without any
visible
reaction at all.
"Come on in, the water's fine."
Never one to shrink from a challenge he climbed in, enjoying the
pain/pleasure of the water he had purposefully made too hot. She really
was very good at the game. They both luxuriated in the steaming tub.
His balls swelled with pleasure and the need for release.
"Sit on the edge of the tub. I want to play with your pussy."
She felt the thrill she always experienced when a man used
'forbidden' words in her company. She lifted her glistening body onto the
wide edge and leaned her back against the wall. She considered asking
his permission to lean back but decided she could get away with it. As
she raised from the water he caught sight of the shining nipple charms
and ran his fingertips, then the palm of his hands over her still erect
nipples. He lowered his hands between her legs and with no regard for
her pleasure he played with her cunt. He ran his fingertips through her
hair and spread her lips as far as he was able. Her love nubbin seemed
to wink at him enticingly. He tasted it with his tongue, then with hs
lips as he sucked it into his mouth. She didn't know if his actions or
the shock of leaving the hot water caused her nipples to become even
harder
but the pain from the nipple clamps was strangley delightful.
"All this hair gets in the way. I'm going to shave you. If I
need
to I'll take you in on the bed and tie you down first. Will you submit or
will I have to drag you into the bedroom?"
"I decided earlier that I am yours to command. But if it would
please you I will gladly be tied onto your bed again."
"Go get the baby oil, shaving cream, and my razor. You may dry
off
if you are cold."
When she returned she again sat on the edge of the tub with her
legs spread. He rubbed oil into her pubic area, lathered it up with
shaving cream, and shaved her quite expertly. It made her wonder how many
times he had done this before.
The sight of her clean shaven crotch excited him enormously. The
bald lips were especially inviting. They turned on the shower and washed
each other from head to toe. She paid no special attention to his cock
and balls even though she definitely wanted to make him harder than he had
ever been. She wanted to excite him as much as he had excited her. She
could still feel a dull ache inside her just below her belly button. He
didn't seem to notice her lack of attention, or her state of desire. They
went back to the bedroom.
"Do you want to be tied back down?"
"With your permission, I don't think it's necessary."
They embraced and she kissed him with passion.
"I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone. The orgasm you
gave me was wonderful and I can't thank you enough. I respectfully ask
your permission to be fucked, and fucked, and fucked.
He said nothing. He kissed her roughly. They fell onto the bed
in a frenzy of passion and pure animal desire. His cock throbbed with
the desire to sink itself into her aching pussy. Her pussy seemed to
seek his dick out of its own accord. His cock paused at her gateway to
oblivion before plunging gloriously inside. It felt as if he was home,
as if in all his travels he had finally found the place he belonged.
He stroked her steadily for a time then, when buried to the hilt in her,
he stopped. She writhed beneath him, panting and breathing into his ear.
Beyond her wildest hopes he managed to embed himself even deeper. The
base of his cock met no obstacle against her bald lips. He started to
swing his hips side to side, manipulating her clit with his pubic area.
Her hair was spread across the pillow underneath her, his formed a tent
over her face. His arms were extended along her sides with his hands
grasping, kneading her fleshy cheeks. Her fingertips and nails were
digging into his back. He was barely conscious of, yet invited, the pain
they were inflicting. He began to rotate his hips with hers meeting them
in perfect synchronization. As he felt her nearing climax he moved his
hips in and out very quickly, creating a vibrating effect, while she
continued circling her hips. They were both gasping and grunting loudly
now. When she started groaning with abandon he vibrated his hips even
faster. As she started climaxing he let himself pour his jism into her,
the twitching of his spurting cock eliciting screams of pleasure from deep
in her soul. This was the release they both could find nowhere else.
When he had recovered enough he fetched cigarettes for them both.
Lighting hers he said, "Now we continue with the rest of your
punishment."
I hope you enjoyed this little story of mine. As always, any comments,
suggestions, criticisms, etc. are encouraged.
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