Nobody chooses to get bored. It just happens. Even if you find an activity you love and know you’ll love forever, the reality is that you’ll still get bored by it eventually. Sadly, it’s the same with people. I never intended to get bored with Robert.
To be fair, I can’t say I was bored with him. I was bored with us, with the situation we were in after 10 years of marriage. I loved being married, and Robert is not only a wonderful man but a wonderful husband and provider for our family. I truly had no complaints. Except that after years of being together it was tough to have things seem new and exciting again.
I was lucky that Robert felt the same way, and had the guts to say so. Many couples claim to be very close, yet hide from the difficult topics like “I’m sorta bored with fucking you, honey.” Once, with the kids in bed, we were able to take a rare moment on a weeknight to sit and share a glass of wine, and Robert brought up the subject of bedroom boredom. The next thing you know we had an hourlong talk, which he ended by saying, “We should make more of an effort to have it be different.”
That sounded great but really wasn’t a legitimate solution. I had no idea what he meant by it, or what it meant that we would do next. I found out the following Friday morning.
Most sexual fantasies involving blindfolds and submission will have the woman playing that role. However, that is not the case for me. Thinking about being blindfolded and threatened to be punished unless my wife’s orders are obeyed is a real turn on for me. In fact, my cock is getting hard just as I am putting these thoughts on the screen.
This is my fantasy:
It starts out with both of us nude and my wife ties a blindfold (or scarf or towel – anything will do) around my head tight enough so that I can’t see anything. She then guides me to the bed and has me lay down. However, that is not as gentle as it sounds. She barks like a Marine drill sergeant – and curses like one as well.
“Get your ass on that bed! Now, asshole, or I will have to beat you!” I won’t make her do any punishment (yet) as I feel with my hands for the edge of the bed, and sit on the edge. “Move back! Put your head at the head of the bed, stretch your goddamn legs and spread ‘em!” She barks the commands like the pro that she is, and I dutifully spread my legs, exposing my limp dick, smooth ball sack and enough to let her get a good look at my asshole.
I wasn’t expecting much for my last birthday. After 36 of them, they can get a touch trite and not exactly something that I look forward to every year. I figured that my wife and I would head out to a local sit-down for a bite to eat, have a slice of cake, cuddle up to a movie, and call it a night.
So, imagine my surprise when a midday knock came at my office door, and I opened it to find my wife standing there, clad in jet-black heels and a matching black trench coat. This was certainly an odd occurrence. Normally, she wouldn’t make the 35 minute drive to come and see me just a few short hours before I would be on my way home, anyway. Normally, she wouldn’t dress up like this in the middle of a summer’s day…and she certainly wouldn’t normally have that sly smile on her face that she had.
I gasped to speak—a touch concerned that something may be wrong—but she hushed me quickly, quietly with a well-placed finger to my lips. Her next move left me with my jaw on the floor. She flung open her coat, revealing her soft, curvy form and closed the door behind her…all without a word and seemingly in a single swipe. Her curly tresses—somewhere between an auburn color and a dirty-blonde—fell down haphazardly over her large natural breasts, falling just short of her thick nipples that jutted out at their ends. After almost five years of marriage, I still yearned to gaze into her crystal blue eyes and at her soft, creamy-hued figure. She was an angel—my angel.
About a year ago my Ex, Mackenzie, came to visit me up at A&M. Mackenzie was a 5’, 7” blonde with long legs a great ass and great tits. It was a football season and it was a last minute idea so there where no hotel rooms but we had and empty room in our dorm that we used to store our tailgating supplies that I told her she and I could stay in.
At first she was a little iffy about the whole thing and thought we might get caught but after I locked the door and turned the light off she became slightly more at ease about the whole thing. We kissed and I ate her out a little as she sucked my dick but then it was time for the nights activities so we got dressed and went to midnight yell. She got pissed off at me for looking at a girl so it was a long and cold night next to her as I waited for her to come around and fuck me. She never did the next day we had our normal tailgate and then went to the game. It was after the game that things really heated up. Mackenzie loved to piss me off just so that I would fuck her harder. As we went to bed that night we started to mess around and we agreed I would eat her out and then she would give me a nice long blowjob and then let me fuck her from behind.
I am a woman in my late 30s and a professor at a private college. I was married briefly in my early 20s, but have been divorced for over 10 years. I am a strong-willed and opinionated woman, and I long ago decided that relationships are something I am just not good at. Not that I am not attractive, or that I am not interested in sex. In fact I have a rather strong sex drive, but I rarely date, preferring to find my partners in less conventional ways.
In my classes I dress professionally and maintain a cool demeanor. I am a tough grader and a strict disciplinarian, and my students call me the Dragon Lady behind my back. Most of them would be surprised, however, to know how I start each semester—or at least, how I used to before I met Al. At the first class meeting I would scan the classroom to see what male students caught my interest. I especially favored the athletic type—black, white, Asian, Latino, it didn’t matter to me as long as they were good looking and muscular.
After that there was a gradual filtering process. I could usually tell which students were attracted to me, and which ones could be won over with a little “encouragement.” Some semesters I would end up picking nobody other semesters I might select two or three lucky students. I would then meet with each of them in my office, under the pretense of discussing their academic performance, or sometimes I would hire them to do odd jobs around my house. Then, when we were alone, I would lay out my proposition. The student would get to have sex with me, but only if he agreed to be my sex slave—which meant letting me tie him up, put him in chains and do with him whatever I liked.
It always surprised me how, even given these stringent conditions, almost every single one of these young men jumped at the chance.
I used to enjoy nothing more than having some young, buff stud spread-eagled and tied hand and foot to my bed. I loved the feel of being in total control and riding their hard young cocks to orgasm. If they were good I would let them come, but rarely inside me. If they displeased me I would bring them to the edge of orgasm and then leave them dry-humping the air, begging and promising me anything if I would only let them come. I usually had two or three slaves at any one time, and sometimes more. My sex life was plentiful and fulfilling. Or so I thought. Until I met Al, and my whole world turned upside down.
Al was our college’s new Dean of Academic Affairs. I met him for the first time at a faculty cocktail party in his honor, and I was surprised at what a handsome, muscular man he was, although in his 40s. There was something about him that made it hard for me to take my eyes off him. I usually prefer younger men, but I found myself wondering what it would be like to have Al tied to my bed.
When I finally introduced myself, he looked me up and down as though I was a used car he was thinking of buying, and shocked me by saying he hadn’t been sure if I was actually a member of the faculty. He said I reminded him of a high-priced call girl he had had in Vegas one time. For once I was at a loss for words. I wasn’t use to being spoken to like that.
Toward the close of the party, Al said to me that I should stay behind, as he had a couple of administrative matters he had to discuss with me, after which I could drive him home. I was annoyed at the way he told me to do this, rather than asking. I felt like saying I wasn’t a taxi service, but I bit my tongue. After all, Al was my new boss, and I was up for tenure that year.
On the drive home I noticed Al rather blatantly checking me out. When we got to his house he told me to come in. Again it sounded more like an order than a request, and again I stifled my protest and obeyed.
Inside, he pointed at the bar in the corner of the den and told me to mix a couple of gin and tonics, after which we sat down with our drinks. Al kept looking me up and down, and finally said he was in a quandary as to what to do about me. I asked what he was talking about, and he said that he had received a complaint about me from a girl who was engaged to one of my students. It seems he hadn’t been seeing too much of her lately, as he had been spending too much time tied to my bed, having sex with me. Al pointed out that this could get me into a lot of trouble, and would probably destroy any chance I had of getting tenure.
I was shocked to learn that my secret was out. I had sworn all of my slaves to secrecy, of course, for their benefit as well as mine, but this one had evidently spilled the beans to his fianc e, and now I seemed to be in a real mess. However, I hadn’t missed the way Al had been looking at me, and I thought I knew how I might persuade him to keep all this to himself.
I smiled at him and slid down a bit in my chair, letting my dress pull up over my legs. I made my voice soft and insinuating as I said I was sure he could smooth things over with the young lady, and that I knew we could arrive at a satisfactory arrangement if he would just keep the whole thing to himself.
Al knew what I was offering him, all right he had probably been expecting it, or at least hoping for it. He replied that he thought I was right, but the arrangement would have to be on his terms. I asked him what he meant, and he told me that, just as I collected boy toys, he collected girl toys, and he thought it would be a lot of fun to add me to his collection. He then handed me a box containing a pair of handcuffs, a pair of leather ankle cuffs with a short chain between them, a ball gag and a slave collar, and told me to put them on. He said that from what he’d heard, I was pretty familiar with all this stuff, even though I usually wasn’t the one wearing it.
I was stunned. Part of me wanted to tell Al to go fuck himself but I was surprised to find that deep down there was another part of me that was willing—maybe even eager—to submit to this man. No man had ever made me feel that way before. I also knew I desperately needed Al’s help if I was going to get out of this mess.
Finally I came to a decision. I slowly stood up and began to undress, while Al silently watched. When I was naked I picked up the leather cuffs, bent over and attached them to my ankles. Straightening up, I put the slave collar around my neck and heard the lock click into place. The ball gag was next. I opened my mouth and put the ball inside it, then buckled the strap at the back of my head. Only the handcuffs remained. I snapped one cuff over my left wrist, then put my hands behind my back and snapped the other cuff around my right wrist. Now I was as helpless as any of my male slaves had been.
Al got up then and ran his hands over my body, squeezing my breasts and ass and briefly fingering my clit. He then said he was very happy that I had chosen to join his collection of girl toys, and that turning a strong-willed woman like me into a willing and submissive sex slave was going to be a real challenge. He took a chain leash out of a drawer and attached it to a ring on my slave collar. Then he walked toward the door of the room, indicating with a tug of the leash that I was to follow him. The chain connecting my ankles was very short, so I shuffled along as fast as I could.
He led me into a hallway, at the end of which was his bedroom. There was a very solid-looking four poster bed, and chains were looped around the oaken bedposts, with leather cuffs attached to them. Within a few minutes he had me spread-eagled and chained to the bed. I had played this game many times, but always as the dominant, never as the one chained to the bed. It was an interesting role reversal, to say the least.
Al now opened another drawer and took out what appeared to be a dildo, with straps attached. When he inserted the dido inside me, I realized that the straps were to hold it in place. He then picked up some kind of remote control and flicked a switch, and suddenly the dildo started vibrating inside me. What a sensation! I was helpless to do anything but enjoy it, and soon I felt myself getting close to orgasm. Before I could come, however, Al turned the thing off. I badly wanted to orgasm, but Al said he had a couple of phone calls to make, and left the room.
About five minutes later the vibrator suddenly started up again, and then, after a couple of minutes, just as suddenly stopped. It was maddening! I never knew when the fucking thing was going to start, or how long it would go. About an hour went by in this manner, with the vibrator switching on and off randomly, before Al finally came back in. I was awash with sweat and twisting in my restraints. I was mad with the desire to come, but could do nothing to help myself. I had done similar things to my slaves over the years, as an exercise to teach them who was in control, but had never expected to find myself on the receiving end of such erotic mind games.
Al removed the vibrator, and also took the gag out of my mouth. He smiled at me as he asked me what I wanted. I now found myself begging as my own slaves had done, begging to be fucked, promising anything if only he would bring me to orgasm. Al took off his clothes then, and I was surprised to see how well hung he was. I had had my share of large cocks in my day, but Al’s was truly exceptional. He got on top of me and pressed the head of that very large dick between my thighs, and I felt it slide into me. Damn, he was huge!
When he had his cock all the way inside me he started to fuck me hard and fast. I think I had my first orgasm by his third stroke. Al didn’t even slow down he just kept pumping into me with forceful thrusts. This was nothing but pure, hot fucking, and I knew it was Al’s way of showing me who was in charge, and that I was there only for his pleasure. But it was my pleasure too, even though I was helpless to do anything about it. I soon had another orgasm, and then a third, before he stiffened and shot a huge load of come inside me.
Al fucked me twice more that night before he unchained me. He told me that for a dominatrix, I made one hell of a good submissive. He said he looked forward to continuing my training, and would take care of my problem for me.
I drove home in a daze. For the first time in my life I had met a man even more stronger-willed then I was, a man who was determined to make me submissive to him. And he was succeeding.
The next day was Saturday, and I decided I needed to talk to Al about what had happened the night before. I went over to his house, and he answered my knock, but we didn’t do much talking. Fifteen minutes later I was naked and spread-eagled on my stomach on Al’s dining room table, writhing with excitement. Al was telling me in no uncertain terms that I should never come over to his house unless he invited me, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
“You see?” Al said. “That’s part of the reason why you shouldn’t come here uninvited. But since you did, maybe we can make this part of your slave training.” And he went out.
I had no idea who was at the door, but I hoped frantically that whoever it was would go away. I could hear Al talking to someone, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. Then I heard footsteps and saw Al enter the room, followed by an older gentleman. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was somebody I knew.
The visitor was Jon, one of the college trustees, a man in his late 60s. Al asked Jon if he knew me and Jon said yes, then proceeded to say hello to me as if we were at a college board meeting instead of here, with me tied naked to a table with my pussy opened for all to see. He then told Al that he had always thought I was a beautiful woman, but had never suspected I was the submissive type. If he had known, he said, he would have loved to put me in chains years ago. As he said this I felt his hand caressing my ankle, and then running up my thigh. He had started to caress my naked ass when Al remarked that I had rudely intruded on their plans to go golfing that morning, and asked Jon what he thought my punishment should be. Jon replied that he had always admired my ass. He said he thought I had the best ass of anybody on the faculty, and he thought it would be appropriate to spank it.
My eyes went wide at this suggestion—especially when Al said it was a great idea, and told Jon to go ahead if he wanted to. The result was a firm slap of my ass. Jon then proceeded to give me a spanking that made my clit throb with anticipation. I have to admit it turned me on immensely. He definitely seemed to be enjoying himself, and he spanked me with a strength and vigor I hadn’t expected from an older man.
When Jon was done spanking me he told Al that seeing such a good-looking young woman naked had made him horny, and he wondered if Al would mind if he used me to satisfy himself. Al told him to go ahead, and Jon quickly got undressed. For an old guy, he had a much larger and stiffer cock than I had expected. Al told me I looked amazing, as Jon brought his cock to my mouth and told me to suck on it. As I did so I felt it grow even more.
After a minute Jon pulled his cock out of my mouth and got on top of me on the table. I was surprised when I felt his cock pressing between my ass cheeks, and then I felt him enter my asshole. As he started to fuck my ass, Al dropped his pants and put his cock in my mouth. This went on for some time, until Jon climaxed, filling my ass with his come, and Al shot a load of jism down my throat. I hadn’t come yet, but Jon then finger-fucked me to an orgasm, which felt wonderful.
After that day I was Al’s willing, submissive sex slave, and I would do anything he asked. My young students didn’t interest me anymore what made me happy was making Al happy, which usually involved wearing chains and having sex with him, or with anyone else he wanted me to fuck while he watched.
Several months went by this way. And then one evening, after watching five young black men from the college football team fuck me—individually, in pairs and three at a time—Al surprised me by suggesting that we get married. The last thing I had been expecting was a marriage proposal, especially while lying naked on the floor at his feet, with the come of five young black men leaking out of my pussy and ass but stranger things have happened.
Marrying Al didn’t change the fact that I had become completely and totally submissive to him. At his bachelor party he had me do a strip tease, and let all his friends fuck me while he watched. On our wedding night, when Al and I got to our hotel room, I was excited to hear him tell me that he had auctioned me off to several of the wedding guests, and that we were going to be paying for the wedding by me fucking for money. That was another thing I hadn’t expected. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say it thrilled me to pieces to be so sexually free!
When a knock came at the hotel room door, Al said that must be my first customer. Since he was one of the wedding guests, I knew it was probably someone I knew, but when Al opened the door I was surprised to see that it was Ike. A gray-haired man in his late 50s, Ike was an old friend of my parents he and my dad had been friends since their college days.
Ike grinned at me as he came in, and I saw him slip Al a handful of cash. I couldn’t tell how much money it was, but it looked like a lot. Al took a seat in the corner, while Ike told me he had always thought I was a sexy young woman, and had wanted to fuck me since I use to lie around my parents’ pool in a bikini. He also said that fucking me would be a real milestone for him, as he had screwed my grandmother several times during his college days, and had also fucked my mother on more than one occasion over the years. Now he was looking forward to adding me to the list.
I was stunned to hear he had fucked my mother and grandmother, but I also found the knowledge arousing. I didn’t move as he stepped around behind me and unzipped my strapless wedding dress. He pulled it down over my hips and it dropped around my feet. He then unsnapped my bra, and it too fell to the floor. My panties came down next, and I was wearing nothing except a garter belt and white stockings.
Ike caressed one breast while sucking on the nipple of the other, at the same time stroking my ass with his free hand. He told me I had my grandmother’s ass, but he was curious to see if I could suck cock as well as my mom did. I got on my knees in front of him and took his cock out of his pants. He was big, almost as big as Al. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked on it while he ran his fingers through my hair, telling me that I definitely had my mother’s mouth, and was a very talented little cocksucker.
After a few minutes Ike pulled me off his cock and led me over to the bed. I lay on my back and, after taking off his clothes, he got on the bed and lay on top of me. I couldn’t hold back a groan of passion as his hard cock went into me. When he started to fuck me I had to admit that I understood why my mother and grandmother had fucked him. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he fucked me to one orgasm and then another before he pumped his load inside me.
Before he left, Ike told Al that he would love to fuck me again, and would contact us next time he was in the area. He also said that if it was okay with Al, he would pass on my number to a few of his old college buddies who he was sure would enjoy a chance to fuck me. Al told him to go ahead.
After Ike left, a series of men came to the room, fucked me and left, only to be replaced by more. I fucked the athletic director at our college the guy who was catering the wedding Al’s attorney Jon, the trustee from the college, and his 18-year-old grandson my brother’s best friend and at least three of my former students, who said they relished the opportunity to finally fuck the Dragon Lady. By morning I hadn’t slept a wink, was covered in come and had made a pile of money for my us. Al told me I had done great and that he loved me very much. I was happy that I could make him so happy. I barely had time to shower and dress before the car service arrived to take us to the airport, where we were to take off for our honeymoon in Paris.
In Paris I discovered that my honeymoon wasn’t going to be much different from my wedding night. Al had arranged beforehand to introduce me to a guy who ran a high-class brothel. For the next two weeks I was a typical American tourist on her honeymoon by day, and by night I was a high-priced call girl for a Parisian escort service. Al was unable to watch these assignations, but he made me tell him the details of each one, after which he would chain me down and fuck me for the rest of the night.
A few months after we got back from our honeymoon, Al had to go away to a conference for a few days. On the second day of his absence I received a surprise visitor, a woman in her late 30s who told me her name was Judy, and that she was Al’s ex-wife. I was so astonished that I made no protest when she walked boldly past me into our living room and told me to make her a drink. As I did so, she said that she had heard that Al had married a silly little slut who whored herself out for money, and was a submissive besides, and she thought it was time for us to meet.
I was stunned. I knew I should order this woman out of my house, but there was something about her assertive presence and the calm, confident way in which she spoke that had me almost mesmerized. As I hesitated, Judy told me I was very pretty, but that she would like to see the rest of me. I wasn’t sure what she meant until she told me directly to stand up and take off my clothes, right now. She said it in the tone of voice that Al often used, a tone that commanded instant obedience, though at that moment she seemed even more forceful than my husband.
I stood up and fumbled with the buttons of my blouse and the zipper of my skirt, dropping my clothes to the floor. I stood naked then before this strange woman, wondering what was going to happen next. Judy said she could see that I was indeed a submissive little slut. She then stepped behind me and pulled my arms behind my back, and I felt handcuffs snap over my wrists. Looking around, she found my collar and leash, and put the collar around my neck. She then tilted my chin up and kissed me full on the lips while squeezing my breasts. I felt her tongue deep in my mouth. I had never been kissed like that by a woman.
When she broke the kiss Judy stepped back and stripped herself naked. She then ordered me to my knees and lay back on the couch with her legs spread. She tugged on the leash and I moved forward until she grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into her pubic hair, telling me that I wasn’t getting up until I ate her to orgasm. I started to tongue her clit and suck on her, and I kept it up until she finally came and pushed me back. My face was covered with her juices, but with my hands cuffed behind me I had no way to wipe it off.
Judy then reached into her purse and pulled out a thick strap-on dildo. It must have been 12 inches long and as thick as my wrist. She had me get up and bend over a table as she strapped the thing onto herself. When she started to enter my pussy from behind, I couldn’t hold back a groan of passion. Judy told me to groan as loud as I wanted, and that she wanted to hear her little slut beg for more cock. I couldn’t help myself the deeper she went the better it felt, and soon I was shouting with joy and begging her to fuck me harder and deeper, and she did so, bringing me to one orgasm after another.
Over the next 24 hours this woman fucked me repeatedly with that big rubber dick, in my pussy and in my ass as well, alternating that with sitting on my face and having me eat her pussy until she came. I did everything she said, marveling all the time at how much I was enjoying being Judy’s abject little slave.
By the time Al came home I was not surprised to learn that he had actually called Judy and set the whole thing up. Now I am a slave to both of them, and I love it. I am having the time of my life!—Name and address withheld