Letters to Penthouse XXXII

by Penthouse International

Mistress seeks quality slave. Must be able to spend two weeks, possibly longer, serving me in every capacity. 24/7 training course required. Think you have what it takes? Send resume and photo.

  I found myself utterly intrigued by this mystery mistress. Would she be blonde or brunette? Tall and slim, or short and curvy? What did she mean by every capacity? It had been a long time since I’d had a girlfriend, and even longer since I’d submitted to a commanding woman. However, I’d never before completely surrendered in the way this ad demanded.

  I knew I had to write to her, and carefully composed an e-mail detailing my best qualities, good looks, and willingness to do anything and everything.

  I was pleasantly surprised to get a phone call from her a few hours later. “Jason? This is Mistress Helen. You answered my ad and I want to meet you tonight at seven.”

  Her voice was brisk and commanding, and my body immediately responded. I had no plans for the evening and while I’d have been loath to admit that to a regular girl, being available for my new mistress was something to be proud of.

  “Seven is perfect,” I told her. She gave me directions to her home, telling me she had everything she could possibly need for my training, and that I could dress however I wanted because I’d be spending most of my time in her house naked.

  “You’re okay with nudity and submitting to me sexually, aren’t you, Jason?” she asked, saying my name in a way that told me she knew exactly how much the idea of being her slave-in-training turned me on.

  “Yes, Mistress,” I said deferentially. We hung up, and I spent the next few hours pacing with my cock rock-hard, but not wanting to jerk off in case she forbade such activity.

  When I arrived at her house, I had to tell myself to calm down. My palms were sweating and my breathing shallow from my excitement. I walked up the stairs and rang her doorbell; the loud chime startled me. Mistress Helen quickly answered the door. She was tall, towering over me in high black heels. She wore a skintight latex dress with strategically cut holes. “Welcome, slave,” she said, stepping aside to let me in. The minute I got inside, she said, “Now take off your clothes.”

  Even though she’d warned me about what my training would entail, the bluntness of her order still surprised me. I had no reason to be embarrassed, but my face still reddened as I removed my shirt, pants, and boxers to reveal my hard-on. Mistress Helen held out a grocery bag for me to place my clothes in, then stowed it near the door.

  “Get on your hands and knees; you will stand only when I order it. This is an advanced training course, so everything will be a bit accelerated. My last slave left under unfortunate circumstances, after he decided he could not obey my rules about refraining from masturbating and being available to me at all times. So I want to make sure my next slave knows exactly what he’s getting into.” I happily absorbed her words, thinking that nothing could be more pleasing than being at her beck and call.

  “My pussy needs shaving, and you’re going to do it. This is an extremely delicate job, and I’ll trust you to treat my cunt with the tenderness and respect it deserves, otherwise you won’t be touching it again,” she said, marching down the hallway. Her house was large, yet I felt instantly at ease as I crawled across the wood floor. Watching her latex-clad ass was the perfect lure to get me moving as quickly as she was.

  We arrived in her elegantly appointed bathroom, and she instructed me on how hot to run the water and which bubble bath to add. Before I shaved her, she had me wash her entire body with a sponge. When I seemed to be spending too much time soaping up her breasts, she not-so-gently pushed my hand away. “Hurry up,” she said, and I made sure to lather and rinse the rest of her, before offering her a towel to dry off. Then I very carefully covered her pubic area with shaving cream and used the brand-new razor she’d given me to delicately scrape away all the hair along her pussy lips. I watched as her pink flesh emerged: sleek, smooth, and beautiful. I had to hold her labia taut to make sure I got off all the hairs, and as I did my cock danced in front of me, but I tried to concentrate on doing my job.

  Mistress Helen didn’t seem like the type who’d appreciate my commentary about what a pretty cunt she had, so I remained quiet. Finally, when I was done, she pushed me away and stroked her fingers along her tender pussy lips. Then she barked at me. “Jason, get over here!” I was only a few feet away, but I crawled toward her, looking contrite even before I knew what I’d done wrong. She thrust her pussy into my face. “What is that?” she asked, her loud question ringing in my ears.

  “A hair, Mistress?” I asked, cautiously awaiting her exquisite wrath, especially because part of me was getting off on her impending anger.

  “Yes, it is. I don’t know how dedicated you really are to being my slave. If you can’t do it, I’d be happy to dismiss you and find someone who can. I want you to make it up to me—with your tongue!” she said, grabbing me by the hair and shoving my face between her legs. I immediately began lapping at her sex, thrilled to find her cunt warm and tangy. She was clearly aroused, and despite the fact that I’d messed up my task, knowing that my actions had turned her on made me proud.

  My dick was sticking straight out, and despite the fact that I wanted to touch myself, I resisted, focusing all my energy on making her come. I nuzzled deep into her hole, my nose batting her clit as my tongue burrowed inside her.

  Mistress Helen was pressing down against me, and then at one point she let up. I drove in and focused on her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking my tongue hard against her. She backed toward me and I felt her body trembling as she came, her nectar coating my grateful tongue. When she was done, instead of praising me, Mistress Helen immediately turned around and said, “Now lick my ass.”

  She thrust her perfect butt cheeks toward me, and I ran my lips over every cool inch of her skin. Then, at her insistent urging, I bathed her crack with my tongue, starting with little licks, then moving up and down her asscrack’s entire length.

  I went all out and began rimming her asshole. It was obvious she enjoyed the sensations of my tongue, and at one point I noticed that she had begun playing with her pussy. Her fingers were working overtime, thrusting into her aroused cunt while her other hand toyed with her clit. At the same time, my pointy tongue continued to dart in and out of her hole. My cock throbbed from her intense shaking. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of vigorous ass-licking, she came again.

  She turned around, her face flushed and her hair slightly mussed, looking even more beautiful than she had earlier. I couldn’t believe we’d done so much, and it was only the first night of my training. “Well, slave, you’ve made up for your earlier transgression. I didn’t think you had it in you. That’s a promising sign, though there will be many more advanced tests of your worth over the next two weeks. You are not allowed to come until tomorrow morning when I enter your room. If you’re good, you may get the chance to fuck me, but we’ll see about that. Your bedroom is right next door,” she said, pointing to the left before scooping up her clothing and exiting the room.

  I’m happy to say that I spent the next two fulfilling weeks serving in Mistress Helen’s household, of which I’ve now become a permanent member. I know that I’ll have many more stories about my servitude, but right now my mistress is summoning me, and I must heed her call.

  —Mr. Jason R., Seattle, Washington

  Bondage Tape Adds Racy Thrill for Fun-Seeking Couple

  A few weeks ago, I was sitting in the living room while my girlfriend, Monica, did some homework for her graduate school classes. Our nights often wind up like this—me watching porn as I wait for her to get ready for bed. This time, I popped in a tape that my best friend had given me. I wasn’t really sure what I was about to see, and was expecting the usual sucking and fucking, but instead found a pretty, slim blonde girl being spread out on a bed facedown by a man about twice her size. She moaned in arousal as he bound her wrists behind her back with a roll of bondage tape. She continued to moan and squirm while he gave the same treatme
nt to her ankles.

  My cock was instantly hard from watching this spectacle. I figured the guy in the video had to be, too, but he didn’t whip out his dick. Instead, he just reveled in watching the girl testing her bonds. As much as I tried to understand his mind-set, I knew if I had a sexy bound girl in front of me, I’d want to ravage her. Well, Monica wound up walking into the room just as this girl was really going wild, writhing and moaning against her tape gag. “What’s this?” she asked, looking from me to the TV and back. I couldn’t quite read her reaction, but I hoped that she’d be as enthralled as I was. Monica knows I watch XXX videos, but we rarely watch them together.

  “Come check it out,” I said, and she slid onto the couch, curling up next to me. We watched in silence for a few minutes, my hand tracing her hip as my cock got harder and harder.

  Suddenly, Monica said, “You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

  “I think it’s pretty hot,” I said, understating my interest. “What about you, Mon? How would you like it if I tied you up like that?” I asked, pointing toward the screen, where another pretty girl was tied to a chair, her legs spread wide, her hands shackled behind her. I turned my full attention to Monica, hearing her breath catch and seeing her cheeks redden. I leaned closer, whispering directly into her ear as my fingers wandered down to her pussy. When I touched her crotch through her jeans, she felt warm, and I pressed against her, kneading the denim against her cunt.

  I quickly took advantage of her arousal and positioned her on her hands and knees. “Put your hands behind your back,” I said, and when she did, I held them there, her wrists in one hand while I undid her zipper with the other and slipped my fingers inside. When I finally touched her pussy, she was wetter than I could ever remember her being. I tightened my grip on her and said, “I’m going to tie you up like the guy did to that girl in the video, and then I’ll do whatever I want with you. How do you feel about that?” As I talked she moaned in pleasure and I slammed my fingers in and out of her cunt, my cock throbbing the whole time. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I whipped out my dick and pulled down her jeans to fuck her. “Put your hands above your head, and keep them there,” I said as I rammed my penis deep into her hole, holding her hips tight for balance. The whole scenario had me so turned on, pretty soon I was pumping a hot load of come into her pretty cunt. A few flicks of my fingers against her engorged nub and Monica was trembling in ecstasy.

  I didn’t waste any time, and the next day after work I stopped at an adult store and bought several rolls of bondage tape. Knowing she’d be pleased with several colors, I got black, red, and pink. Just holding the rolls in my hand gave me an instant hard-on, and I raced home, eager to share my purchase with my favorite girl. When I walked in, she was bent over, looking in the refrigerator, with her cute ass sticking up in the air. I smiled, then gave her upturned butt a nice little slap. She moaned, and I brought my hand between her legs. “Are you ready?” I asked her, taking out the red roll of tape and showing it to her. She practically jumped on top of me, she was so eager to get tied up.

  “I know exactly what I want to do with you,” I told her, having envisioned the scenario in my fantasies several times already. She was about to head upstairs to our bedroom, but I stopped her. “Right here is fine,” I said, unwrapping the roll of tape. “Just get undressed.” She was out of her clothes in seconds. Faced with my beautiful naked babe, with her large breasts, slim waist, and tousled brown hair, I almost just stripped down myself. But then I took the tape and told her to put her hands above her head. Her immediate obedience made my cock even harder. I began wrapping the tape around her waist, uncoiling it so it stuck to her torso. Around and around it went, until I’d fashioned a makeshift miniskirt.

  I rubbed against her, my cock pressing against the slippery tape snugly trapping her hips and the tops of her legs. There was enough room that I could reach underneath and stroke her slit, but that was about it. I couldn’t maneuver enough to fuck her or really get my fingers in deep, so I teased her by lightly stroking her cunt. She moaned, clearly wanting me to keep going, but I wanted to play with the tape some more. I unwound the black roll and started again, going from midthigh on down. The more I circled her with the tape trapping her legs together, the hotter she looked. I stopped when I’d reached her ankles, admiring my handiwork.

  I walked a little bit away from her and beckoned her forward. Slowly, I unzipped my pants, knowing that the sight of my cock always gets Monica worked up into a lather. “I want you to come here and suck my dick,” I said, slowly stroking myself, my fist wrapped around my hard length. She moaned loudly, but when Monica tried to take a step, she had trouble. I’d done such a good job with the tape that she had to take very tiny steps. Watching her slowly make her away across the kitchen turned me on immensely. Her breasts bobbed with each movement, the tape doing its job to impede her. When she finally made it over to me, I grabbed her, once again my hands roaming along the sleek surface of her “outfit.” I slapped her ass, the loud smack echoing through the room. My only regret was that I’d have to cut away the tape to get to her cunt. I pushed two fingers into her mouth, and she immediately started sucking, her lips fastening around my thrusting fingers.

  “I want this,” she said, reaching for my dick, her fingers joining mine around my shaft. I stood, leaning against the counter as she bent over. As her head began bobbing up and down, I could see her upturned ass, covered entirely in red bondage tape, gleaming at me while her tongue swirled around my dick. The combination of her cocksucking skills and her being so sturdily confined was enough to make me practically spurt right then and there, but I held off. Normally, I like it when she fondles my balls and makes a circle with her thumb and forefinger around the base of my dick, but I was really getting into playing the top, and this time, when her hands reached for my cock, I slipped out of her mouth’s grasp, reaching for the final roll of bondage tape.

  “Look at this, baby. We have a whole other roll here that we haven’t used yet. I think those greedy, grabby little hands of yours would look really great with this pink tape around them, don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, because before I’d even finished she’d eagerly put her hands behind her back, waiting for me to secure them. This subservient side of my normally out-spoken girlfriend got me turned on all over again. As I wrapped the pink tape around her wrists, her fingers instinctively curled into fists, as if acknowledging they were now useless. I walked around her, surveying my bound beauty. If I’d continued the tape a few more times around her ankles and feet, she could almost have a mermaid look going on.

  Looking at her feet gave me a wild new idea, and I hoisted her up and laid her down on the floor on her stomach. She wriggled around, halfheartedly pretending to try to escape, but even if she’d truly wanted to, the tape was too strong. Monica has an unusual relationship with having her feet played with; if you ask her, she’ll say they’re too ticklish, but really, the ticklishness turns her on. I rarely get a chance to treat her to this, because she isn’t always in the mood. But that night, her feet were all mine, and I made sure to tickle the soles and heels, lightly tracing my nails along the sensitive flesh. I lay down next to her and gobbled her toes, my cock pounding with excitement at this rare treat. “Oh, Troy,” she cried out with pleasure, laughing hysterically as her feet pushed back against the pressure of my mouth. I finally stopped, breathless myself.

  Once again, inspired by her artistic bondage, I straddled her back, placing my cock above her bound hands as I jerked off. It wasn’t quite the same as sinking into the warm, wet depths of her pussy, but it had its own thrill as she scrabbled to get her fingers around my hard length. I kept teasing her by rising just above her, out of her reach, then moving back within touching distance. This was hotter than anything I’d watched on film, and as she bucked up and down, moving her body in the only way she could, I finally came, spurting my load all over her backside, and onto her wrists, which looked like a present tied with a bow, a speci
al offering just for me.

  Finally, I cut her out of the tape, freeing her arms first, and we both unwrapped her legs. By the time I got to her pussy, I could smell her nectar. I plunged my fingers into her, bringing her to a powerful orgasm in no time. Monica wrapped her arms around me, holding on tight as she came. “That was so intense. I liked letting you decide what we’d do next. I’m glad there’s plenty of tape left, because I want to play with it again tomorrow.” And that’s exactly what we did, and have continued to do. We’ve become such fans that within a few weeks, I had to head back to the store for more tape—and some cotton rope, too.

  —Mr. Troy B., via email

  A Sopping-Wet Pussy Earns Her a Session With His Leather Belt

  My husband always finds a sexy, playful way to work our love of dominance and submission into our sex life. The latest was quite simple, but it took me by surprise. It began with a lone statement, but by the time we were ready for our scene, I was beside myself with arousal.

  One Thursday evening, I received a phone call from an old boyfriend with whom I have kept in touch. We made plans to go out to dinner the following night. My husband, Sam, has met Keith and has never had any trouble with the two of us going out together.

  “Have fun,” Sam said mindlessly when I mentioned it to him, seeming to be completely focused on his crossword puzzle. But things definitely took a more interesting turn the next day as I dressed to go out.

  I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, brushing my hair, when Sam came up behind me. I could see him struggling not to smile as he wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck.

  “I want you to know,” he said in a whisper before pausing to kiss my ear, “that the second you walk in the door tonight, I’ll be checking your panties. And if your pussy is wet, I will have to punish you.”

  I felt my cheeks instantly flush, knowing that I was guaranteed a spanking later that night. Keith and I have had nothing but a platonic relationship for years, and Sam knows it. But having my husband’s sexy threat lingering in my mind all evening would have my panties absolutely dripping by the time I got home. In fact, they were feeling pretty damp already!