Maybe he'd buy her a vibrator. Her mind's eye filled with the prospect of him taking her from behind, filling her deep while she let the vibrating tool caress her clit. Maybe he'd even let her ride him while they did it. Or even a simple dildo she could fuck herself with while going down on him. Her thoughts drifted back to the fuzzy handcuffs that Roxy had offered her. Maybe... no. No, that might be too much for him, even with Cernunnos's dark blessing. At least, right away. Some silk scarves, though, could be used both as a blindfold and to bind her hands together.
Blushing furiously she erased her browser history, a force of habit. She didn't really need to, now that he shared her sexual interests. Maybe they could even read some of her favorite erotica together for ideas.
Beth heard a car door slam in the driveway and quickly stood up from the computer chair, smoothing down the hem of her dress, the one he'd asked her to wear. It was the shortest one she'd owned, a satin strappy thing with a hem that came to just below her thighs. It exposed her whole bottom when she bent over. In a fit of naughtiness she pulled her cotton panties off as she heard him coming up the steps. She wouldn't be needing them.
Earl Carpenter opened the door to their living room, a large paper bag in one hand, keys in the other. They keys he hung on the hook by the door, the bag he carried over to the table.
"How much did you spend?" Beth asked, following him.
He turned, taking off his jacket. "Playtime begins now. Your safe-word is Bagel."
"Safe word?" she asked. "What are you going to--"
His strong fingers gripped her jaw. "You will not speak unless I address you directly. You will end each answer with 'Sir.' Understand?"
A thrill ran through her. She hadn't expected Earl to take command so forcefully, but it was really hot. "Yes, sir."
He let go of her. "Good girl. Go into the bedroom, and sit on the bed, hands folded in your lap. Wait for me."
"Yes, sir," she said, rising on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek before padding off into the hall. She didn't know what he'd bought, she didn't know what he had planned, she didn't know what was going on, and the mystery added to the excitement she felt.
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Beth was sitting demurely on the bed as he'd requested when he entered, bag in hand. She opened her mouth to speak, shutting it again when he shot her a stern look, and managed to swallow a giggle.
He put the bag on the nightstand. "Put your hands behind your back."
She obeyed, thrusting her chest forward, hard nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her dress.
She saw as he approached that he hadn't taken off the black gloves he'd worn to work. The sight of the length of rope he held between them surprised and aroused her. This was kinkier than she'd expected from him.
He tied her hands together behind her back. "Too tight?"
She shook her head.
He pulled up sharply on her wrists. "Speak when I ask you a question."
"Ow! No, they're fine," she said, then remembered to add the "Sir."
"Good." He turned and walked back to his bag.
"That hurt," she said.
"I didn't ask."
Beth frowned, then watched as he retrieved a length of fabric. She was getting a little more aggressive than she liked, but she had that safe-word -- bagel -- if things got out of hand. She relaxed.
Earl approached again, tying the black fabric around her eyes, blindfolding her. This was a little more her speed. She'd had fantasies about being blindfolded for some time, and often closed her eyes when they made love, but it wasn't really the same thing.
His hands were on her, cupping her face, turning it up towards a tender kiss. Her concerns melted as his tongue flicked against hers. His palm cupped her breast through the satiny dress, and she moaned appreciatively.
She heard the jingling of his belt and the zipping of her fly, and opened her lips when he presented the heat of his cock.
"Suck."
Beth obeyed, taking him into her mouth, caressing the hot flesh as it entered her. She wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to pleas him, to pleasure him, to earn his approval. She thanked Cernunnos in her head, privately, for giving Earl whatever it was that was allowing him to give her the chance to express her submissive sexual nature.
She suckled his cock tenderly for a minute before he withdrew it. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling herself growing wet with anticipation.
His strong hands slipped something leather into her mouth. She spit it out and turned her head away.
"Open."
"Is that a gag?"
"Open." His voice was more forceful this time.
"You want to gag me? How will I say my safe-word?"
"You don't trust me." Disappointment was heavy in his voice.
"No, I just... what's the point in having a safe-word if I can't say it?"
"If you trust me, open your mouth. If not, then we're not ready for this."
She hesitated only a moment before complying. The thought of giving up her only control was a little scary, but he was right. She did trust him.
The leather gag replaced itself, filling her mouth with its slightly bitter flavor. She could feel metal connectors at the corners of her mouth, and felt him tying the gag in place behind her head. Bound, gagged, and blindfolded, she was totally at his mercy.
This was what she wanted, right?
She felt the mattress shift under his weight as he sat next to her. His firm hand in the middle of her back guided her, bent her over his lap, and she brought her legs up onto the bed. She lay there, across him, bare ass up in the air. She felt incredibly exposed.
He ran his palms over her naked flesh, from her thighs up to between her legs. His fingertips glided lightly over her bare lips, traced around her asshole, then firmly gripped her ass cheek. She relaxed as he massaged them, his other hand creeping up her back to her shoulders.
Earl brought a hand down sharply across one of the cheeks. The sudden impact wasn't terribly painful, but it was unexpected, and she jerked, but the hand between her shoulders gripped the back of her neck, keeping her still.
He brought the flat of his hand down again, on the other cheek. She gasped into the gag in her mouth.
"You like that?" he asked.
She nodded. This was something she'd been wanting, spanking, though she hadn't expected to be bound and gagged. It made the experience almost more erotic than she could handle.
"Good girl," he said, bringing his hand down again, harder.
She grunted with each slap as it came, loving it and letting each hot impact blend together into a warm glow. Soon her ass wasn't just warm, it felt red hot. She could feel his hard cock under her belly, and wanted him inside her.
He stopped after a dozen or so spankings, his fingertips gliding over her exposed flesh. Two of his fingers entered her, easily sliding through her wetness.
"Oh, you did like that, you dirty girl."
She moaned an affirmative, drooling around the leather in her mouth.
He started fucking her with his fingers, sliding them into and out of her slick pussy, filling the room with her aroused scent. She rocked back across his lap, pushing against his hand.
Earl pulled his fingers away, replacing them with something bigger, thicker, made of hard rubber. She moaned helplessly as he inserted it, twisting, into her needful pussy. The dildo was big, bigger than Earl's cock, certainly, and it stretched her insides with a delicious friction as it penetrated her.
Her passionate moans grew louder against the gag as Earl fucked her with the rubber cock, harder, faster. As she approached the precipice of orgasm, she felt his fingers at her asshole. Beth had never been into anal play before, would have never dreamed of broaching it, and the idea was a bit of a turn off... but right now she didn't care. Let him play with her ass, as long as he didn't stop fucking her.
The regular penetration of the dildo continued as Earl's finger pushed its way past her sphincter and into her ass. It felt... u
nusual. Not pleasant or unpleasant, really, but she was distracted by her immanent orgasm.
"Cum for me, my little whore," Earl said, and it was enough.
She came hard, straining against her bonds, stiffening in what may have been the most powerful orgasm of her life. Earl held the rubber cock inside her, kept his finger penetrating her as she rode out her orgasm into the dull bliss of its after-quakes.
He waited for a moment, then resumed pumping the finger in and out of her ass. She didn't mind, still blissed out of her mind.
His finger withdrew, then was replaced by something else, cold and smooth. A second dildo?
"Mmmph," she protested weakly, too limp from exertion to make herself understood through the gag.
"Shh, shh, shh," Earl said. "You'll like this."
It was narrower at the base, whatever it was, working its way into her ass. As it filled her, coming to a flat base at the end, she realized that it was probably a butt-plug. She felt a little violated, to be honest -- while it wasn't something that they'd talked about and not something that she was into, she'd have strongly preferred that he--"
The thoughts were driven from her mind by the sharp impact of leather against the smooth skin of her ass. She jerked against him, But Earl was ready for her, holding her still.
"Mmmph!"
"Quiet," he said, bringing the stinging lash down across her ass cheeks again. The pain lanced through her post-orgasmic haze like a knife. Again, she tried to buck free, but again, he held her.
The blows rained down against her ass harder and faster, blending together into a hot stinging miasma that spread up her spine and down her legs. Each blended into the last and turned into a sort of white-hot aura within her, not exactly pleasure, but blurring the line to pain. It was magnified by the fact that she was helpless, that she couldn't stop him or even protest, and that just reinforced the idea that she was his. She sobbed against her gag, tears staining the blindfold across her face. She scarcely noticed when it had ended, when he got up and left, her mind in some foreign other place of erotic submission.
###
"Holy shit," Angela said. "Yeah, I'll say he took liberties."
Angela lay naked on the bed, talking to her best friend on the phone. Soothing cream had been spread over her ass to sooth the angry red welts that Earl had bestowed upon her. He'd been surprisingly tender and gentle when applying it, but hadn't offered any excuses, explanations, or apologies.
"I'd leave Henry if he ever pulled shit like that."
"It's my fault."
"How is it your fault?"
"I made him like this," Beth said, wincing as she shifted on the bed. "With the boon I requested. He was never like this before."
Angela was silent.
"I tried telling myself that I was just awakening his hidden desires, but even if that was the case... he'd never act on them like this. Not without discussing it with me first."
"I don't know what to tell you," Angela said. "I want to chew you out for blaming the victim, but..."
"I know," Beth said. "I'm just scared to see where this escalates to next."
"You think it will?"
"The terms of the boon were that his sexuality would expand... Cernunnos never said anything about a limit. If there is one, I don't want him to reach it."
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Beth admitted.
###
She still hadn't come up with a good idea by the time Earl returned home from work, carrying another paper bag.
"Honey, can we talk?" she asked.
"I'll tell you if there's something we need to talk about."
"You're being a little overbearing."
He raised an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes. "You're being a little overbearing, sir."
"You have a safe-word if you can't handle it." He set the bag down.
"Not if I'm gagged I don't. We never talked about you flogging me. Or putting anything in my ass."
"You don't trust me?" He pulled a rod out of the bag and a package of batteries.
"It's not that." She took the batteries out of his hand. "We just need to discuss things first."
"You know," he said, pulling a big floppy double-ended dildo out and gesturing with it while he spoke. "I don't get you. For years you try and get me to try new things, and when I finally agree, you have the time of your life."
"It's not the same--"
"Then when I want to try something new, you shoot me down. That's not fair, Beth."
She paused, mind working quickly. An idea formed.
"You want to try something new?"
He nodded. "Is that so much to ask?"
New things. Cernunnos had said that it was his appetite for novelty that would blossom. If she could channel that...
"Okay, tell you what. I'm going to run out to the store, and you're going to wait here. When we get back, we're going to try something new."
Earl brightened considerably. "Okay. I'm game."
She grinned, hoping behind her mask of confidence that this was going to work.
###
An hour later Earl was waiting on the couch when Beth returned. He sat up and gaped, eyes wide, when she slammed the door open.
She stood there in a leather studded corset, hair tied back in a severe bun. Vinyl gloves covered each hand to the elbow, and a leather biker cap sat on her head. Her hips were hugged with a shiny PVC skirt, and thigh-high stiletto boots were laced up her legs.
"Oh, momma," he managed.
She slapped her riding crop against the palm of her hand. "Are you ready for something new, Boy?"
He stood up and swallowed. "Yes, Miss. Ma'am. Lady. M'lady."
She smacked the crop against her hand hard. "It's MISTRESS."
"Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress!"
She watched his cock grow hard in his slacks and smiled. She could do this. She could manage this, as long as she could keep things fresh, she could keep him from getting too... hardcore... with any given kink.
And wasn't keeping things fresh in the bedroom what a good marriage was all about?
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About The Author
Nicolette Allain grew up in a Louisiana town right out of the Southern Gothic, surrounded by the myths and folklore her grandparents left her with. She currently works as a licensed hypnotherapist, writing erotica in her spare time.
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