My lover is a busy executive, and although we share fantasies on the phone and by letter, I live for the times when I am allowed to be with him in person. I am thirty four years old and have had submissive fantasies for years, but Clint is the first man to actually dominate me as I have dreamed of being dominated. And he knows how thrilled I am to be his love slave.
Last Saturday, Clint phoned to say that he wanted to see me. I was to be ready at eight that night. First I gave myself an enema, as ordered, and then I bathed and changed into a garter belt and stockings, a skirt, a silky blouse with no bra and high heels. When I was ready, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat, waiting for the honk of the horn that would signal he was outside waiting for me. The honk came, finally, and with my heart pounding, I went down the porch steps and out to the car.
“You look very nice, Shari,” Clint greeted me. He is in his early forties, with a quietly commanding manner and a voice that can sound like a huge cat growling or purring, depending on his mood.
“Thank you,” I murmured, dry mouthed.
He waited until I was inside with the door closed before he spoke again. “Pull your skirt up and out from under you. I want your bare ass on the seat.” I did as directed. “Now unbutton your blouse.” Blushing furiously, I fumbled with the buttons. “Lean forward and put your hands behind you, wrists together.” Again I did as directed and saw the glint of steel in his hands. Then I felt cold metal on my wrists as he cuffed my hands behind me. I whimpered in anticipation, unable to keep my growing excitement from showing.
“Are you wet already, Shari?” Clint asked softly. “Does being handcuffed excite you?”
“Yes, it does,” I whispered.
Clint reached down and flipped my skirt up, completely exposing me. “Spread your legs wide, and keep them that way.”
I moaned softly as I felt the cool air on my pussy, and the need to be touched overwhelmed me. Clint flipped my blouse open, and the cool air hit my nipples and caused them to pucker. He reached across me, grabbed the shoulder belt and fastened it in place. Then he started the car and pulled away from the curb into the darkness. I sat exposed, with my legs spread wide, my blouse open, my hands cuffed behind me. I was so hot and excited I knew that just a touch would make me come.
After a while we pulled off the freeway, and as we approached his house, he reached over and closed my blouse and pulled my skirt down. The car pulled into the garage, the door automatically closing behind it. He reached over and unfastened the seat belt, but not the handcuffs. As I slid out of the car, he put his arms around me, holding my wrists with one hand and gently pulling my head back by my hair with the other.
“Are you my love slave, Shari?”
“I am your love slave,” I whispered, the acknowledgment causing a warm, tingling ache in my pelvis that quickly spread to my pussy and breasts.
Clint kissed me, his tongue playing with mine, and then he had me walk in front of him into the house. Once we were inside, he unfastened my handcuffs and sat down on the couch. “Undress,” he said quietly.
When I was down to the garter belt and stockings, I slipped my heels off and looked at him. “That’s enough for now,” he said. “Come here.” I stood in front of him where he sat. He took my hands and again handcuffed my wrists behind me. “Kneel down,” he told me. I did so, breathlessly.
Clint began to lightly fondle my breasts. Then I saw him reach over to the small end table and pick up nipple clamps joined by a thin chain. Still fondling my breasts, he pulled my right nipple out and secured the clamp on it. I moaned, and then moaned again when he put the other clamp on my left nipple. He picked up a short chain leash and fastened it to the chain joining the clamps. He tugged on the leash and observed my response. I whimpered with pleasure.
Clint stood up in front of me and pulled his jeans down. He took his hard cock in one hand and gently tapped my cheeks with it. He rubbed it teasingly around my lips as I opened my mouth. On my knees, my hands cuffed behind me, I wanted so very badly to lick his cock, to take it in my mouth. And knowing I would have to beg for it was incredibly exciting.
“Do you want my cock, Shari?”
“Yes, please. Please let me suck your cock. Please, I beg you.”
Letting go of his cock, Clint grabbed my hair and guided my mouth to his erection. I began to suck with all the skill at my command, us ing my lips and tongue to pleasure him. I pulled back to lick only the head and then sucked all of his stiff cock into my mouth again, moving my head back and forth. My pussy was dripping wet as I moaned around the cock filling my mouth.
Suddenly Clint pulled away. He reached down and unfastened the nipple clamps, causing me to cry out. “Turn around,” he said. Still on my knees, I did so. He unfastened my handcuffs. “Now bend over and put your head down on the rug with your arms stretched out in front of you. Leave your ass up in the air and spread your knees wide. Now swing your nipples back and forth so they rub against the carpet.” My nipples were ultrasensitive from the removal of the clamps, and as I rubbed them back and forth on the carpet, I gasped and moaned.
“Get up,” Clint told me, “and get on the bed in that position.” I did so, kneeling with my ass up in the air, my knees wide and my head down. Then I heard a whistling sound behind me.
“Do you remember that sound, Shari?” Clint asked me.
“It’s your whip,” I answered, remembering the feel of it from the last time. The nine thongs of the whip were about two and a half feet long, made of leather and knotted on the ends.
“Do you want me to whip you, Shari?”
“Yes, please,” I managed to say, my voice hoarse with desire.
I heard the whip whistle through the air as he brought it down on my ass. The impact made me shudder and moan, and as he continued to whip me, I began spinning in space, knowing how open and vulnerable and completely his I was. Each stroke brought another moan from me as my ass grew hot and red. Finally he stopped and caressed my aching bottom.
I was almost sobbing from the pain and heat and lust as his fingers moved between my buttocks and played with my asshole. I moaned into the bed then, my head again spinning, feeling the blood coursing through my veins. I felt Clint lubricating my asshole and then something hard and cold nudging my rear passage. I could not help but cry out as he slowly began to push a dildo inside me. Holding only the head inside my ass, he rotated it gently. “Shari, do you want me to fuck your ass?”
“Yes, please fuck my ass,” I answered.
Clint pushed the dildo all the way inside me, filling my ass, as I kneeled, head down, in front of him. He then proceeded to fuck me, slowly at first and then harder and faster, until I was bucking back against the dildo. He reached under me with one hand and began to play with my clit until I gasped and cried out loud, “Please, I beg you. May I come? Please may I come?”
“Yes, you may come for me.”
I came, sobbing with joy. Clint continued to fuck me hard and fast with the dildo, and I came again. Then he slowed the tempo, pushing the dildo all the way in and holding it, still and rubbing my pussy gently as I calmed down.
“Go clean up a bit and come back,” he said. Still trembling, I climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, he took me upstairs and fastened me, spread eagled to his four poster bed.
“I am going to eat you until you come for me again, Shari,” Clint said gently. With that he moved between my spread legs, and I felt his mouth and tongue on me. I came and came again, bucking against the ropes and crying out. He untied me and asked me hoarsely, “Where do you want my cock, Shari?”
“In my pussy,” I gasped. “Please fuck me with your cock,” Clint drove into me with one stroke, I was so hot and well lubricated. He fucked me as I wanted him to fuck me, hard and fast and deep, until we came together in each other’s arms.
It was truly a night to remember, one of our best together.
Ms. S.H., Texas