“But-but…” he trailed off when he saw the look on my face and meekly followed me into the kitchen. I had to admit, he’d prepared a gorgeous meal of steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I served each of us, cutting up his food into single-bite portions, then set his plate on the table. I pulled out his chair for him and then sat down myself.
“It’s quite delicious,” I said after taking my first bite, smiling and feeling the first stirrings of arousal when I saw him struggling to eat his meal. He’d managed to get some of the steak in his mouth and was chewing heartily. I took a sip of water, calmly enjoying my meal while he ate his potatoes. I lifted my leg under the table to see how his cock was doing, and found it absolutely rock-hard. I kept my foot in his lap while we finished the meal, then wiped his face clean, like a baby. He stared up at me with a look of total devotion on his face, before I told him to get up and go to the bedroom. I watched him walk, his cock sticking out proudly in front of him, both of his arms secured behind his back.
I took pity on him and unfastened the belt, but wanted to make sure he learned his lesson. I rolled him onto his back and placed his hands under his ass. Then I grabbed his cock and made sure he was watching. “Who does your cock belong to now?” I asked, tightening my grip while simultaneously pinching his nipple.
“You, Mistress,” he said, correctly improvising the new title I wanted him to use. “You control me.”
“That’s right, and you better not forget it. When I tell you not to jerk off, I want you to listen, otherwise next time your punishment will be far worse. Now, you’re going to eat my pussy until I come,” I said, and in short order I’d let go of his cock and settled my cunt onto his outstretched tongue. I sank down, relishing the feel of his warm, slithering tongue, the perfect antidote to the buildup of arousal I’d been harboring since I left the house. I slid back and forth, getting his face messy and wet once again with my secretions, while he kept right on licking me, plunging his tongue into my hole or lapping at my slick cunt entrance. I could see his body straining, his strong arms flexing with the desire to touch himself, but he had learned his lesson and focused not on his hard, bouncing cock, but on my aroused pussy. He put his mouth to the best use of all, using the entire length of his tongue to tease my inner walls, before feasting on my clit. He circled my hard bud over and over, then zeroed in directly on it, while I held on to the headboard for support as I mashed my pussy down against his mouth. Together, the pressure made me come, releasing my juice directly into his mouth.
That orgasm was sensational enough, but I was feeling greedy and wanted another, so I turned around, backed up, and slid my pussy down over his waiting cock. I went slowly, feeling every inch of his stiffness fill me. He looked up at me, seeking approval, and I smiled, genuinely relaxed now that I had used him for my pleasure and knew I would get to do so again for several months to come. I dug my palms into his chest, pressing against his hard little nipples while he bucked up against me. I pinned his arms down with my hands, and that drove him wild. I’m strong for a woman of my size, and leaning with all my weight, he couldn’t escape. We both rubbed against each other, my clit soaking up the friction of his fast-drilling cock, my pussy enjoying the slam of his cockhead against my walls, until we both came in a fierce explosion, our musky juices mingling on the bed.
When we finally separated, his skin was blushing, especially where the belt had landed on his pale flesh. We were off to such a fabulous start to our new chores and domination routine, that it made me wonder if I would ever want him to go back to work again. I seriously doubt it.
—Ms. Susan M., Urbana, Illinois
On Bottom or Top, Husband and Wife Are Happy as Long As It’s S&M Play
My husband, Jake, and I eagerly await the arrival of your magazine every month because we’re into all sorts of S&M play. So, whether you write about bondage, spanking, female domination, or dominant sexplay, there’s always something that will strike a chord with us. Over the years, we’ve derived much pleasure from reading Penthouse Variations, so we decided that it was high time we write a letter of our own.
It all started with a copy of the magazine. Jake came home with an issue one night and told me to take a look. “What interests you?” he asked, and I found a story about bondage and handed it back to him. That very night, he cut up some old clothesline and used it to tie me to the bed. I remember the feeling of those ropes around my ankles and wrists just like it was yesterday—the tightness of the knots, the way they rubbed against my skin—as well as how wet my pussy got in response.
After making sure that I was secure, Jake stripped and climbed into bed with me. I thought he’d fuck me right away, but he climbed up near my face, his cock pointed at my mouth. “Suck it,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, so I played the ultraobedient wife and swallowed him to the root. He held still to let me do all the work, so I slid my lips back and forth over his shaft, which was difficult without the use of my hands. Usually, I hold his dick at the base or grasp his ass cheeks to guide him, but that evening I could only move my head back and forth to create the pressure and pace that he likes.
Jake groaned as I sucked, and I could taste drops of salty precome trickling down my throat. When I felt his shaft swell, I figured he’d come in my mouth, but he pulled out, moved down, and slipped his cock between my labia. He thrust into my cunt with more force than he ever had in the past, and though it usually takes a few strokes before we come, we both exploded immediately. I thrashed around on the bed, my arms and legs pulling at the ropes that held them tight, as Jake sent streams of his cream deep into my body.
I wasn’t surprised by his immediate release; what surprised me was how quickly I’d come, because it usually takes me longer. Jake had all but ignored my erogenous zones, such as my nipples and my clit, but I’d reached orgasm anyway. That’s when I knew there was something to this bondage play!
I was ready to get tied up again the next night, but Jake just said, “My turn,” and handed me a plastic bag. I pulled out a leather paddle and, as I ran my fingers over its smooth surface, he handed me another parcel. “And wear this,” he said as he began shucking off his suit, so I took my two bags into the bathroom and assumed my new role.
First, I pulled out a red PVC catsuit, which wasn’t something that I’d normally wear, but that was the idea, wasn’t it? When I put it on, I saw why my husband had bought it: Snug around my curves, it accentuated my ass and breasts, making me look like an erotic doll. Then, to further define my role—and make Jake wait a few minutes longer—I made up my face with vampy blue eye shadow, lots of mascara, and bright red lipstick. Finally, I pulled my blonde hair back into a tight bun before re-entering the bedroom.
Jake was sitting on the bed, but when he saw me standing there, dressed and holding the paddle, he got down on his knees, his erection bobbing lewdly. “That’s right,” I said, smacking the toy against my palm. “Tonight, I’m in charge.” His eyes followed me as I sat down, and when I told him to lie across my lap, he obeyed. It took some maneuvering to find a position in which his hard cock didn’t get in the way, but soon enough, we were ready to go.
Putting the paddle aside, I wanted to start spanking him with my bare hand, so I could experience the sensation of flesh on flesh. I drew back my arm and, for the first time in our marriage, brought down my palm on my husband’s naked ass cheek.
That first slap wasn’t very strong, since I wasn’t sure how far I could go. In response, Jake said, “Harder,” and I did it again. This time, when my hand connected with his cheek, the room was filled with the sound of a resounding smack. I spanked him a few more times, until he was squirming on my lap, and then switched to the paddle for a mightier blow. When the paddle made contact with his ass, he groaned and writhed even more, his bare, sweaty skin sticking to my PVC catsuit.
As I brought the paddle down on Jake’s bottom, the color of his usually pale skin went from white to pink to red. Rectangular marks lingered on his butt wherever my smacks la
nded, and I sent the slapper skipping across his cheeks to cover every square inch. I knew I hadn’t gone too far when I counted my twentieth blow because Jake croaked, “More,” not to mention the fact that his dick was throbbing against my plastic-covered thigh. I was having fun, too; my pussy was dripping wet and my nipples pulsed with every smack.
Suddenly, Jake let out a grunt and his body went tense. Then he shuddered once or twice before going lax across my lap. When I looked down, I saw the evidence of his release glowing white against my red pant leg and a sheepish look on his face. He’d come already, though neither I, nor he, had touched his cock. I guess the spanking and rubbing against my thighs had been enough to do the trick.
Though Jake had reached his peak, we were far from done. He straightened up and, with eyes cast downward, pleaded for my forgiveness. Since my pussy was begging for attention, I granted it. Jake went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. I looked on as he wiped his mess from my catsuit, and then he reached for the zipper and asked, “May I?” I nodded my assent. As he unzipped me slowly, I noticed how much cooler I immediately felt. The airconditioning sent goose pimples racing across my skin, which were joined by a chill running through my body when my husband ran his fingertips over my naked breasts. I couldn’t suppress a sigh when he leaned forward and took a nipple between his lips and sucked.
We began rolling around on the bed, and I somehow ended up across Jake’s lap with my ass exposed and vulnerable. In no time, I felt a stinging slap on my buttock. Putting the paddle aside, he soothed the tender flesh with his hand as he gave me a moment to stop him if I felt the need. I didn’t; in fact, I wriggled my ass to let him know I wanted more. In the few seconds following the paddle’s impact, the dull sensation had turned into a relentless throbbing that made my cunt come alive with desire.
Jake picked up the slapper again and brought it back down on my ass. This time, the blow was a little sharper and the sensation lasted a few moments more, but by now, I was yearning for the ache. Before long, my skin grew hot and I was grinding my pussy against my husband’s thigh to stimulate my clit. Then I felt something move beneath my stomach: It was Jake’s cock, coming back to life, slowly resuming its full length and maximum hardness. Now I wanted him inside me, so I wormed out of his grip and straddled his lap.
As I balanced on my haunches and brought my pussy down over Jake’s dick, he helped out by grasping my ass cheeks and guiding me. Then, when I reached bottom, he maintained his hold on my butt and used it to move me up and down. My fingers dug into my husband’s shoulders as I bounced wildly over his cock and he tilted his head upward to meet me in a kiss. His tongue slid between my lips and I sucked on it for as long as I could before it slid out from our erratic movements. His mouth made its way to my nipples and I threw back my head and moaned. My pussy juices were dripping down his length and easing my ride, and I wasn’t far from reaching my peak when my strained legs finally gave out. Wanting to remain on top, I pushed against my husband’s chest so that he was lying flat, and then I got on my knees and resumed bouncing up and down.
I thought that in this position I would still be in charge, but I was wrong. Somehow, without my noticing, Jake had reached for the paddle and brought it down on my ass. I reared up in surprise at the first strike, but once again, the sweet pain quickly turned to pleasure and I found myself begging for more. He didn’t argue; hell, he didn’t even speak. All he did was bring down the slapper once again, and that’s when my pussy exploded. Pinpricks of electricity shot straight through my rear right to my cunt as my muscles spasmed around Jake’s shaft and my essence poured down onto his balls. A second later, he was filling me with a hot load of his cream and our juices pooled together in a beautiful, sticky mess. When my husband’s cock finally slipped out of me, I wondered which one of us would have to clean it all up since it was no longer clear who was in control. That’s how it’s been ever since, switching places as we play our sexy games, and neither of us would have it any other way.
—Ms. Carla H., Asheville, North Carolina
Couple Submits to Tough Domme In Kinky Dual Session
For over a year now, I’ve been dominating my husband, Neil, but recently we took our kinky play to a whole other level when we both submitted to my friend, Chloe.
Chloe invited us up to her mountain chalet for a weekend getaway. She didn’t outright state that we’d spend most of it tied to her bed, but there was a naughty undertone to her voice when she told me what to pack. “Make sure you bring your toy bag, because you never know what might happen.” I didn’t think to ask her exactly what she had in mind, probably because my nipples were erect and brushing against my blouse and my pussy was humming with anticipation. Before I’d met Neil, Chloe had been my top, but with Neil, I’d found myself wanting to be the dominant one, which suited him just fine.
While I waited for Neil to come home, I took care of the packing, pulling out my latex miniskirt and his leather jockstrap, along with our toy-bag essentials. When he walked in the door, he was astounded to find me wearing spiky pumps, the mini with thigh-high fishnet stockings, and a skintight black latex top. “Polish me,” I insisted, pressing the can of lube and a rag into his hands. Watching him diligently shining me up, his hands moving over my nipples, stomach, and back as he did, made me smile. He was such a good slave, always more than eager to do anything I requested. I had him load our luggage into the car and we set off for the hour-long ride, during which I teased him by pulling up my skirt to reveal my panty-covered cunt but didn’t let him touch me.
When we arrived, Chloe showed us to our room and whispered in my ear, “I’ll be back in an hour for you.” She pinched my ass as she exited, giving me a little thrill. I took the opportunity to immediately strip my husband and tether him facedown to the large bondage bed, which was conveniently equipped with rings where I could fasten the ropes. Neil squirmed happily, trying to hide the grin on his face. But when I changed into lingerie and heels and took the riding crop from my bag, tapping it lightly against his ass to signal what was in store, he tried to stifle his grin. I reached beneath him and fondled his cock for a moment, then slipped my hand up to stroke his nipple before delivering the first blow. Without my needing to even tell him, he yelled, “One, Mistress!” and I smiled as he continued to count. I kept up a steady pace, reddening his ass and the backs of his thighs as he writhed in his bonds, welcoming the sweet, familiar sensation that always made him fuck like a stallion.
At the count of twenty, both of us were amped up and bathed in sweat, and even though she was a little early, that’s when Chloe chose to make her entrance. Though I hadn’t bottomed to her since Neil and I had gotten together, I felt all the familiar submissive stirrings inside me. “Jane, you naughty girl, I see you’ve started without me. Hand me that crop. You need to be punished.” I handed it to her, swallowing as she walked right up to me. She pulled down the lace of my teddy so my breasts hung out, and I felt even more exposed than if she’d stripped me naked. Neil moaned as, from the corner of his eye, he watched Chloe pull and pinch my nipples until I moaned, a trickle of wetness escaping from my aching pussy.
“Since you’ve already occupied the bed, you’ll have to stand,” she said, clucking in disappointment as she positioned me so one hand rested on the bedpost while my legs were spread in a wide V shape. She stepped back, surveying first me, then Neil. She approached the bed, running her hand over his tight ass, briefly fondling his balls, then smacking each ass cheek once, hard. “There’ll be time for you later, slave. For now just stay put and watch,” she told him.
She walked around so she was near the two of us, then slid the crop between my legs, sawing it forward and back so my pussy throbbed. She tapped the flat tip against my pussy lips, increasing the rate and intensity. I gripped the bed, flexing my other hand as the warmth permeated my whole body, radiating outward from my pussy. My face was scrunched together in arousal, and I started to bear down to meet the crop’s strokes. The minute I did th
at, she stopped. “Tsk, tsk, you know that I, and only I, set the pace, don’t you, Jane? You must have forgotten that.”
She paused, making me wait for her next words. “Well, you’re going to have to wait before I let you come, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll also let you lick my pussy,” she said, using a sweet but teasing tone to soften the blow. She raised the crop until it was bisecting my lips, making me ache all the more to be filled. She grabbed me and kissed me, rough and quick, before moving behind me and positioning me on the floor on my hands and knees. “Stay there until I say you can move,” she said.
I crouched on my knees, folded over with my hands over my head and my eyes closed. I could sense her nearness, feel her walking between me and the bed, and occasionally I felt her smooth calf or her cool heel brush against me. Other than that, all I could hear were the sounds of her attending to my husband and his warbling noises of pleasure. The crop hit him on the ass, right where I’d been smacking him, and she also made him count. Then I heard her say, “And now I think your back is in need of a good flogging. You will count again.” Even more than his ass, Neil’s back is incredibly tender, and just lightly raking my nails over his shoulder blades is enough to send him into paroxysms of pleasure, so a flogging, which I very rarely gave him, was a real treat. I was torn between jealousy over Chloe’s attention and arousal; the latter won out as I surreptitiously slipped my finger between my legs, inside my panties. I knew Chloe wouldn’t approve, but I was too turned on to care, and besides, her punishments felt so good that I didn’t mind risking it.
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