I’m luxuriating in a hot bubble bath prepared by my master. As I sip my wine, I close my eyes and think about last night. If my co-workers only knew! And my neighbors, and friends. No one knows but my master–my lover, my husband.
Some men are intimidated by me. Don’t know how to act around me. Wimps! They feel threatened by me? If they only knew!
I enjoy being dominated. My master knows what buttons to push, what to do to make me do anything–to or for a man, or a woman, or probably even a group of men and women. Nothing is too erotic, nothing too kinky.
Yesterday he surprised us by coming home early. He’d been gone three weeks, and his flight wasn’t due till midnight, but here he was at dinner time. He likes to surprise his family. After greeting the kids and me with hugs and kisses, he told us he’d brought dinner from my favorite pizza place. Their special pie, with the delicious dinner salad and the cheese garlic bread.
After dinner, my master insisted I wasn’t to do anything else that evening. I was to enjoy some relaxing quiet time. He and the kids cleared the table and did the dishes. Then he helped them with their homework, till it was time to take Christopher to baseball practice. As he left, he told Katie to finish her homework and then take her shower, “and leave Mother alone.”
When my guys returned from baseball practice, my master got Chris through his shower, then got both kids to bed while I read a magazine in the living room. While I waited for him, I heard the shower in our bathroom, and guessed he was refreshing himself after his long day of work and travel.
I looked up and saw him at the end of the hallway, signaling me to join him. In the bedroom, he shut the door behind us. I couldn’t help but imagine what was coming. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the light, or rather lack of light. Both the bedroom and the adjoining bathroom were lit with just scented candles.
My master looked deep in my eyes, brought his hands to my face and caressed it. He tipped my chin toward his face and kissed me, then kissed me again. His lips touched mine like a whisper. I expected him to take me in his arms and overwhelm me with passion.
Instead, he bent to his knees and looked up at me as he undid my jeans and tugged them down. Then he held me steady while I stepped out of them. He caressed my ankles, calves, thighs, hips and butt.
He continued to gaze in my eyes as he rose up and the back of his hands glided over the front of my shirt. He undid the buttons and pulled the shirt off me without taking his eyes off my face. He looked down at my breasts heaving under my bra. He cupped them gently while pressing the nipples with his thumbs so they jutted out against the bra fabric.
He unhooked my bra, slid the straps down my shoulders and threw it to the floor. Now his palms caressed my naked breasts and worked my nipples even harder. He blew on each nipple, then snaked out his tongue and touched each in turn. Please give me more, I thought.
Suddenly he stopped and slid to his knees. He laid his hands on my butt and just looked at my panties, as if he could see through them. His kneeling there made my pussy wet with anticipation. He hooked his thumbs in the band of my panties, slid them off and tossed them aside, then looked at my nakedness in all its glory.
He clasped my butt and drew my pussy almost to his face. He took in my scent, then stuck out his tongue and licked my slit, first one way, then the other. He repeated this several times, till I felt my wetness running down the inside of my thighs.
He spread my lips and licked my clit. That did it! I came in his face. He lapped at my pussy as if unwilling to miss any part of me.
Finally my master stood up and led me to the bathroom. I saw the heat rising from the bubble bath he had drawn for me. He helped me in the tub and waited while I lowered myself into the hot water. He laid my head back on a towel he had placed at the end of the tub. Then he left the room, saying, “Relax. I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a glass of wine and said again, “Relax. I’ll return soon.” He left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I heard him moving around the bedroom, but soon lost track of anything except how good the bath felt, until finally I woke up to hear my master say, “It’s time.”
He helped me out of the tub and drained it, then patted me dry with a luxurious, warm towel. He led me back to the bedroom. On the bed was a box from Victoria’s Secret. “Put that on,” he said, “and join me in the living room when you’re ready.” Then he left.
In the box was the sheerest, sexiest black negligee I’ve ever seen. As I put it on, I saw why my master had chosen it. Yes, the material was sheer, but less revealing than you’d think. It was just opaque enough that you could see the swell of my breasts. You had to look closely to see my hard nipples jutting out against the fabric.
The negligee came to the top of my hips. The accompanying panties, if you could call them that, consisted of a patch of material just big enough to cover my pussy and pubic patch. Now I knew why my master had said to trim my bush really close. The remainder of the panties was merely a string going from the front up my crack, then joining with another band of material at the top in the back.
I always tell my master I don’t like thongs, as “they go up my butt.” Truth be told, though, the slight pressure against my anus excites me enough that I’m constantly aware of their presence.
I looked at myself once more in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. My master calls me “one sexy bitch.” I left the bedroom and walked down the hall to the living room to see what was in store for me.
I didn’t enter the room immediately, though. I had to take in what I saw. My master had a fire going in the fireplace, which made the room very toasty, just the way I like it. In front of the fireplace he had put down a soft blanket and a few pillows. There was a towel on the hearth that looked like it was covering something. I could only imagine!
My master was sitting on the couch in a big, soft robe. “Come here,” he said. I walked over and started to sit down by him. He indicated I was to kneel in front of him. “Look me in the eyes,” he said. I couldn’t resist his command.
Next he said, “Open my robe.” I did so, and as it came open, I took in the full length of his body, including his partially erect cock. I wanted to touch it, kiss it, suck it and fuck it.
“Look close,” my master said, “because it’s the last look you’ll get this evening. Now close your eyes.”
When my eyes were closed, I felt something slide over my head and cover my eyes. My master had never blindfolded me before! I got excited as I imagined the things that might happen to me. I could hardly wait.
“Here are the rules,” my master said. “You will leave the blindfold on until I tell you to remove it. In addition, you will obey my every command, and you will speak only when spoken to. One more thing, you will address me as ‘Master.’ If you don’t, you will be punished. Is that understood, slave?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Yes, what!” he snapped.
“Yes, Master,” I said. “I understand.”
“Good, let’s get started,” he said. “That is your last warning, by the way.”
His hands touched my head and guided it to his chest. He commanded me to kiss his nipples–first one, then the other, back and forth, until he said to stop. My master smelled and tasted so good! I felt his nipples start to get erect as I licked lustfully at them.
“Start sucking on my nipples,” he commanded. I was only too glad to oblige. I felt the heat building in his body as I sucked on his nipples, ever so gradually increasing the pressure from my lips and mouth on each nipple.
“Bite my nipples, hard,” he commanded. Again, I was thrilled to obey, biting first one nipple and then the other, biting each hard enough to pull it away from his body, but not hard enough to bring pain. This always excites me as much as it does him. I continued biting until he grabbed my head and said to stop.
“You will now lick down my body to my cock,” my master said, “but you will not touch my cock or my balls with your tongue. You will only lick around them, and you will not use your hands. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I said.
Before I could take my next breath, I felt and heard a slap on my butt.
“What did you say?”
“Yes, Master,” I corrected myself, loud and clear enough that there could be no mistaking that I got it right this time. I wasn’t ready for another slap on my butt. Not just yet, at least.
As my tongue made contact with the first of my master’s nipples, I shivered. Then I licked my way down from his nipples to his abdomen. As I licked around his cock, I felt it hitting the side of my face. When my tongue landed on his balls, I felt them swell and contract with each lick, almost as if they had a life of their own. It was so hard not to touch or lick his cock. It was so near!
I felt my master’s hands on my head as he commanded me to stop. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, then guided my head so my mouth was clamped over the head of his cock.
“Lick the head,” he said. As I did, I tasted precome. I love the taste of his precome. I wish I could have it whenever I wanted.
“Relax your mouth,” he commanded. “I want to slide all of my cock down your throat. I want to see your mouth slide all the way down to my balls.”
I did as I was commanded. As his hand pushed my head forward, his cockhead slid deeper in my mouth and the shaft slid past my lips. His cock sank deeper in my mouth and throat. His pubic hair grazed my face, and yet he pushed my head farther down on his cock.
At last my mouth rested at the base of his cock. It felt so good to have my master’s cock deep in my mouth and throat. My pussy was wet and begged for attention. But I didn’t dare touch myself without permission!
My master began to move his cock in and out of my mouth. As he fucked my mouth, I kept my mouth and throat as relaxed as possible. I knew how much he enjoyed this, but I also knew if I didn’t relax my throat, I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
Suddenly my master pulled his cock out of my mouth and raised my head up away from his lap. I heard and felt him move on the couch. “Touch my body,” he said. I reached out and touched what turned out to be his ass. He had turned completely around on the couch. “Keeping your hands in place,” he commanded, “you will now bend forward and lick my ass!”
I bent forward until my head touched my master’s ass cheeks. I stuck out my tongue and licked. I licked down his crack until my tongue touched his hole. I paused for a second, then continued down to his balls. I did this several times, until my master said to stick my tongue in his asshole.
I pushed my tongue in my master’s asshole as deep as I could. I knew I was bringing him pleasure, because he let out a groan. “Fuck my asshole with your tongue,” he said, “and grab and play with my cock.”
“Yes, Master,” I said as I came up for air.
I kept this up for several minutes, until I felt his balls tighten. He was close. I wanted to feel his come in my hands when he ejaculated, while still fucking his ass with my tongue. But he had other ideas.
“Stop,” he commanded. He helped me stand, then led me to the blanket he had placed in front of the fireplace. “Get on your knees,” he said, “with your hands behind your back.”
Something hard closed around my wrists. Hearing a click, and feeling my wrists firmly enclosed, I knew what it was. My hands were handcuffed behind my back–another first for us!
“Now lie on your back,” he said. “I do not care how uncomfortable you are.”
Lying back was uncomfortable. However, by shifting my hips, I was able to get comfortable. I wondered what was coming. I didn’t have to wait long. Something pressed between my legs. It pressed against my lips, trying to gain entrance to my pussy. Before long, it succeeded. It pushed into my opening and bent back and pressed against my clit. I didn’t know who or what it was, but it was big!
My master whispered in my ear, “That is Ross’s cock. Does it feel good?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, as I move my body, trying to take in more of Ross’s cock.
“Maybe you need a taste of Ross’s cock,” my master said. The tip of Ross’s big cock touched my lips. “Stick out your tongue,” he said.
I stuck out my tongue and touched Ross’s cock. I twisted my tongue around the head. It tasted of my pussy. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Now suck it!”
Ross’s cock was so big, I could only get the head in my mouth. I sucked greedily. Abruptly, it was pulled from my mouth. I struggled to get more, but it was gone. Then my hands were freed. The cuffs had been unlocked.
“Now lie on your side, slave,” my master said, “and open your legs so you feel Ross’s cock in your pussy.”
Lying on my side, with my legs open, I felt Ross’s cock push in my pussy. It was so big, I felt as if I was going to be split wide open. But before long I was moving to the rhythm of it pushing in and out of me.
“Fuck!” I yelled. It felt so good! I needed more!
Ross’s cock stretched my pussy more and more as it kept moving in and out. Then something touched my lips. “Open your mouth,” my master commanded. As his cock brushed past my parted lips, I felt myself being pushed over the edge. Then I came. I would have screamed, but my master’s cock was still pumping in and out of my mouth.
“Get your finger wet, and stick it in my asshole,” my master ordered. I put my hand by my pussy to wet it, while Ross’s cock slid past my fingers. I felt up my master’s ass as I slid my fingers down his crack. I found his asshole and slid my finger over the opening. I brought my finger back and slid it in slowly. Then I pushed it as deep in his ass as I could. He moaned.
I started finger-fucking my master’s ass. We developed a rhythm. When Ross’s cock slid in my cunt, my master’s cock would slide out of my mouth. Each time his cock pushed past my lips and in my mouth, my finger would move in unison. Soon he started groaning. His balls tightened as they slapped against my chin.
“Don’t stop, slave!”
I tightened my mouth around his cock and pushed my finger deeper and harder in his ass. I was rewarded when his cock stiffened and he erupted. With Ross’s cock pounding away at me, I yelled as I came.
As my master pulled his cock away from my mouth, Ross’s cock quit my pussy. I lay back on the blanket feeling relaxed and loved.
“I love you,” my master whispered, then pulled the blindfold from my eyes. As he took me in with a look of love and fulfillment, my eyes traveled over his face and his body, then beyond. Sensing what I was looking for, he held up a large vibrator and said, “Say hello to Ross.”
I reached up to my master and kissed him. He tasted his come on my lips but didn’t seem to mind. As I looked in his eyes with my arms around him, I said, “Thank you, Master.”
“For what?” he said.
“For coming in my mouth,” I said, smiling. It was the first time he ever did that!–C.L., Omaha, Nebraska
