“I’ll fuck you, birthday girl, but you have eight more smacks to go, and I’m gonna make them good,” he told me. Then he proceeded to do just that, doling out the next seven with an intensity he hadn’t shown earlier. I knew his hand had to be stinging as much as my ass was, but he didn’t let on. When I got to my “one to grow on,” I felt the heat rushing through not just my ass, but the area surrounding it as well. My whole body felt hot, swollen, and horny. When he finally flipped me over to face him, I was as limp as a noodle, with all of my consciousness centered in my sex.
He delicately carried me up the stairs as I wilted in his arms, my butt throbbing every time it brushed against him. He deposited me on the bed, then took a moment to admire me. “You know, Serena, you get more beautiful every year.” Then he took out his cock, and I opened my mouth instinctively to suck him for a moment before letting go and spreading my legs to welcome him into my pussy.
“Turn over,” he commanded, and I did so immediately, realizing that he wanted a view of my bottom, which he’d just so fabulously landscaped—it was now a vision of pink streaks. To aid him further, I reached behind me and spread myself for him.
“I’m ready for my birthday fucking,” I said, knowing it would be the perfect complement to my birthday spanking. There was no prelude or counting this time around. He simply slammed his cock into me, hard, just the way I wanted it. I moved my hands above my head and let him take my cunt again and again, offering up my body to him. Ed didn’t need to say a word to let me know he loved me—and wanted me to come. His thrusting hips and heavy grunts told me all I needed to know.
I slipped my hand down to play with my clit, which he encouraged. “Yes, touch yourself. Come for me, my naughty birthday girl.” He grabbed my ass then, squeezing my reddened cheeks, and that action made me come all over his cock and thereby cause him to erupt as well. Ed sank down against me, peppering my neck with kisses as we rolled over and over in our huge bed. “I want to give you your birthday spankings until we’re old and gray. Can you imagine what seventy-eight smacks will be like?” he whispered in my ear. My body tingled at the very thought.
—Ms. Serena L., Tempe, Arizona
When His Trip Gets Canceled, They Kill Time With Him Tied to the Bedposts
When my fishing trip with my girlfriend, Tracy, got canceled because of a thunderstorm, we didn’t want it to ruin the entire weekend, so we swore we’d make our own fun at home. Tracy decided to bake chocolate chip cookies, warming the whole apartment and filling the air with their delicious scent. But when I went to sample the first batch, she stopped me, standing in front of the cookies, holding them hostage.
“I think you need to earn the right to sample these cookies. Now, strip naked and get into bed. Lie down on your back, your arms at your sides, with your eyes closed. I’ll be in to deal with you in five minutes.” Hearing her talk that way was music to my ears. We’re not a 24/7 lifestyle couple, but we do occasionally dabble in female domination, and when Tracy orders me to do something, I obey immediately. I was on my back on the bed in no time. As I waited, my cock started to stiffen in anticipation of what she might have in store for me—would she order me to masturbate for her, would she drip hot wax on my chest, would she make me suck one of her big dildos?
As my mind raced, Tracy walked back into the room holding a coil of black rope. I briefly peeked at her, even though she’d commanded me to keep my eyes shut. “Did you open your eyes?” she barked, her voice taking on that special tone she uses when she wants to let me know she’s in charge. I didn’t answer, hoping my silence wouldn’t condemn me. It didn’t matter, because either way, she was going to tie me up. Tracy finally granted me permission to open my eyes, then ordered me to extend my arms and legs toward the corners of the bed. As I did this, she took the rope and bound my hands to the bedposts, making sure the knots were secure by tugging at each rope.
The pressure of the bindings against my wrist sent a message to my cock. It went wild, jerking around crazily as she went about her task. Then she did the same with my ankles, before teasingly running her nails along my inner thigh. I shuddered, my limbs twitching as she kept touching me. She slowly stripped in front of me, my mouth salivating as she whipped off her bra, then her panties, until she was also totally nude. Tracy climbed on top of me, giving me a perfect overhead view of her sex. She began swaying above me, rotating her hips and then playing with her pussy, knowing that I was dying for a taste. “You wish you could get up right now, don’t you? You wish you could taste my sweet nectar, shoving your tongue deep into my hole?” The more she talked, the more aroused I got.
Tracy began pumping two of her fingers into her cunt, while with her other hand she pinched her nipples. My eyes soaked it all in, hungry for her body as she got herself off. She used to be a dancer and is steady on her feet, so she swiveled her hips and swooped down, bringing her pussy near enough for me to get a whiff of her special scent, but too far to be able to taste her, even though I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go. Then she turned around, moving her hands down so her body formed a pyramid, her pussy lips spread open above my face while her hair swayed against my cock. She blew on my hard dick, making me shudder. She’d left just enough give in the ropes so I could move slightly, but not enough to make any real difference in my position.
Tracy kept right on teasing me, turning around again and lowering herself onto me until our bodies met, her pussy flush against my cock. She writhed up and down my hard length, rubbing her pussy along my shaft and pressing her tits flat against my chest. Every move she made sent shock waves of pleasure shooting through my entire body. She had me right where she wanted me—at her mercy—and my girl certainly knew it. She gave me a wicked, devilish smile as she once again crouched above me, her hot pussy poised right above my cock so that the head brushed very lightly against her slick entrance. She hovered right there, on the verge of fucking me but not starting just yet, and held one of her breasts up to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, and she licked her own nipple. My cock twitched again, threatening to plunge right into her sopping hole, but she deftly raised her hips just enough to keep her cunt out of my reach.
Then my dexterous girl sucked her entire hard bud between her lips, showing off for me as she licked that nipple while doing everything she could think of to the other one—pinching it, flicking it, pushing it against her skin. I opened my mouth wide, my eyes pleading for just a sampling of her treasures. Finally, Tracy relented, bending forward, her ass in the air, as she granted my tongue access to her engorged nubs. I lapped at them like I’d never get to taste her delicious flesh again, my lips pursing around one hard, wet bud.
Just as quickly as she’d slipped her nipple into my mouth, she pulled back, shaking her chest from side to side, trailing her nipples across my lips. I groaned with agonized frustration, and she gave me one last taste before shifting and bringing her pussy down onto my face. I didn’t hesitate to jam my tongue deep into her cunt, raising my head as much as I could, given the bound state of my arms. As I tasted her musky sex, she pushed down against my probing tongue, and I felt her pussy get tighter as she let me eat her. My cock was really going wild by then, jerking around crazily as I swallowed her juices as fast as she could release them down my throat.
Then, keeping me confined to the bedposts, Tracy eased off my mouth, leaving my face sticky, the cool air sealing her pussy’s secretions against my cheeks and chin. Tracy sank back to her previous position, but this time, when my cockhead grazed her pussy’s entrance, she let it in, sliding down until she’d swallowed my entire shaft. She bounced up and down, her wetness the perfect complement to my swollen, long-suffering cock.
Having had to wait for so long with no way to relieve myself had made me wild with horniness, and I arched my hips upward, thrusting as best I could, given the circumstances. She rode me like a stallion, slamming her hips down against mine ferociously as she rubbed her aroused clit. Seeing her finally let go, her hair messy and wild, her nipples
bright pink, her clit being whacked by her fast-moving fingers, was a sight to behold, and I kept my gaze on her as I delighted in her pussy. I felt her walls tighten as she clamped down around me, and when I felt the first rumblings of her orgasm hit, I knew that my own would be granted very soon. She panted as her climax traveled through her body, making her juices rain down onto me, then Tracy said, “You may come now.” I didn’t hesitate, shooting my load up into her cunt, the relief compounded by the fact that my cock was one of the few body parts that could move freely.
Tracy eventually slid off my cock and untied me, kissing each wrist and ankle, then curling up against me. She popped out of bed a few minutes later and said, “Stay right there,” then rushed out of the room. She returned bearing a tray of cookies and fed them to me right there in bed. All in all, I have to thank Mother Nature for keeping us homebound, so to speak—being tied up by my sexy girl beats a fishing trip any day!
—Mr. Derek L., Juneau, Alaska
Audio CD Is the Inspiration for Wife to Submit to Her Hubby
My wife, Emma, and I recently listened to an audio book recording she’d picked up as a freebie at her magazine job. One story on the CD involved a woman whose birthday gift to her husband was to become his sex slave for the night. That morning, she handed him a small white card telling him that this long-held fantasy was her gift to him, and he could pick the day. He set the date for the following Friday, and when the day in question arrived, he left her a note telling her where to meet him that evening and what to wear: his favorite skintight black dress that buttons up the front, and no bra.
The woman telling the story recounted how much of a thrill she got out of following his orders to a tee, her voice going breathy as she described putting on the crotchless panties he’d ordered her to wear. She was aroused by the feeling of the cool air against her cunt, but also embarrassed at the idea that anyone might find out. The same with the no bra rule. Her arousal won out, though.
The restaurant where they met was a dimly lit, romantic place with candles dotting the room. Her husband handed her a note telling her that she had to be accompanied to the bathroom, and that he would order for them. She should only speak when spoken to. As the woman described these events, her voice trembled with excitement. It continued in that vein, with him controlling every aspect of their evening, including when and how she eventually came.
By the time the CD was over, both of us were practically climbing the walls. Our hands had been crawling all over each other as we listened, our minds racing with the same naughty possibilities, because we share a mutual fondness for me bossing her around, but we’d never done anything like that before.
Without another word, we attacked each other, and I pinned her down on the bed. “Put your hands above your head,” I snarled, getting off on the rush of power as she immediately stretched her hands above her head, her face and body the picture of submission. “Spread your legs,” I said, and she moved them as wide apart as she could. She was shivering with excitement, her eyes glowing as she awaited my next command.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re not to come until I tell you to,” I said, and when she didn’t reply, I continued. “Do you hear me?” I asked, pinching her nipple. I felt Emma shudder beneath me and knew we were both getting off on this scene. I put my naughty side to the test, whipping out my cock and slapping it against her pussy. “You like that, don’t you, my sweet little slave?” I kept up a steady stream of dirty talk, alternately calling her a slut and telling her how sexy she was as I slid my cock inside her. When I kissed her roughly, then lightly pinched her breast, she shuddered with pleasure. Her body was an instrument I could pluck at will, resulting in the finest sexual symphony either of us could’ve imagined.
“I want to do what the woman on the CD did,” she confessed. “I want to be your sex slave for one night and let you do anything you want to me,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting. I looked down at her and felt a swell of tenderness and excitement at the prospect of making her my plaything for a night. All sorts of naughty possibilities raced through my mind as I slammed my cock hard into her, getting more aroused with each thrust while Emma lay passively beneath me, letting me fuck her as I desired. I came first, then commanded her to come, pinching her clit and shoving my fingers into her dripping pussy as she ground against me. I felt her cunt get tighter and tighter as I pushed her toward climax. I felt a wonderful rush of power as I controlled exactly when and how she would come.
When we were done, the air was charged with the excitement of our newfound roles. I told her that the next night would be her night to be my sex slave, daring her to protest. Emma opened her mouth, about to comment, but quickly closed it, and I smiled and patted her head. “Good girl. From now on you’re going to realize how much more pleasure can be had from giving me what I want.”
The next day proceeded as usual, except that my cock was rock-hard from my plotting out what I would do to Emma. As a special treat, I’d bought a metal collar emblazoned with the word “Slave.” I also had some serious plans for her perky nipples, but couldn’t think about it too much lest I blow off work entirely in favor of jerking off.
I called Emma when I was on my way home. “Emma, I’ll be home soon and I want you to answer the door naked when I ring the bell. Put the satin sheets on the bed, and make sure your pussy’s ready to be fucked—hard.” Then I hung up on her, humming to myself as I drove. By the time I got home, my cock was swollen from the image of her on her hands and knees, the collar around her neck, sucking me off. She greeted me as ordered, absolutely naked, and I immediately pulled her close, grabbing her into a hug from which she couldn’t escape as I kissed her. She squirmed against me, her naked body making my cock even harder. Then, just as her tongue began snaking into my mouth, I pulled away. Emma looked slightly disappointed, but then quickly bowed toward me, intuiting exactly how I wanted her to behave.
“Turn around, slave,” I said, and she did, gracing me with her gorgeous backside. I pinched her ass, then ran a finger along the slickness between her legs, but no sooner had I started than I stopped. I sucked my finger, savoring her musky juice before taking out the collar and fastening the cool metal around her neck. I reached around to press my fingers along the engraved portion, noting how it fit around her throat; there was a little give, but it would certainly make its presence known every time she spoke, swallowed, or moved. I let her suck on my first two fingers for a moment, before taking them out. “On your knees,” I said, guiding her down to the floor. She quickly got on her hands and knees, and I walked around her, staring down and observing her form. “Now crawl up the stairs. I’ll be behind you, and you better be quick.”
I got quite the eyeful as my wife climbed the stairs on her hands and knees. Her ass beckoned to me and made me want to fuck her in both holes. When we got upstairs, though, her sexy breasts grabbed my attention. I’ve always been a breast man, and her gorgeous 34C boobs enticed me. When I’d bought the collar, I’d also gotten a set of nipple clamps. We’d never tried them before, but she’d asked me to pinch, bite, and slap her breasts, and I knew her nubs could take quite a bit of pressure. When I pulled the toy out of my pocket, letting the metal jangle in front of us, Emma’s eyes widened. “Good girls get rewarded for following orders,” I said, tweaking her nipples until they were as hard as could be, before easing the metal ring down the tweezer clamps, opening the tips just wide enough to place around her nub. Then I inched it upward, watching her body’s reaction as it pinched her tender skin. I pushed it up a notch higher than I normally would have, and that extra tiny oomph made her spasm.
I did the same to the other, then played with the chain, tweaking it lightly, knowing that her whole body’s attention was now focused on her nipples. I leaned down and licked each one very gently, finally ready to fuck her. Her nubs were squished between the plastic clamps and felt different beneath my tongue, and my cock stirred. I reached down and pushed my fingers inside her pussy, curling th
em to maximize her pleasure. I wanted her to get just as much out of her submission as I was getting. Then I moved Emma onto her back, and she spread her legs for me before I even had to ask. Her body looked beautiful, her large breasts caught within the clamps, her hands above her head, her pussy glistening and waiting just for me. I thrust my hard cock into her smoothly, driving the head all the way inside and filling her up completely. She gasped quietly, but didn’t make any noise other than that.
“Good girl,” I said, and she seemed to come loose at that affirmation, much as she had when I’d called her all those filthy names the last time. This was a sign of a woman with true slave potential, as grateful for the praise she received in her duty as for the punishment she got for transgression. I pounded my cock into her, holding on to the chain and giving it light tugs every few minutes until I felt her pussy convulse around me. “Come, slave, come for me,” I said, and once again, on command, Emma exploded, her juices flooding around my dick. And I did the same, my come shooting out and bathing her cunt. Then I removed the clamps and watched her face as the sensation rushed back into her nipples. I once again sucked them, making them wet and juicy as I laved her buds with my tongue.
“Sir, may I request something?” Emma asked quietly as I stroked her hair, holding her close to me.
“Of course, slave,” I said, the word now almost an endearment.
“Would it be possible for us to do this once a week? I greatly enjoy serving you,” she said, in that same proper, modulated voice.
“I think that can be arranged,” I replied, kissing her passionately. And to think, it all started with that CD.
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