—Ms. Becky L., Trenton, New Jersey
Slave Girl Lives the Dream, with Help from Her Master and a Dominant Friend
Tommy and I have always been able to express our deepest and most intimate thoughts to each other. One day, I shared a dream with him that seemed bizarre to me, but to him, it was intriguing and revealed my darkest sexual desires.
In my dream, I was in a dark cave that was far from civilization. Several women, including myself, were lined up and facing a wall, with our hands bound above our heads. We were allowed to view our surroundings only for a short time before all our clothing was ripped from our bodies. We were then quickly blindfolded with scraps of cloth that had been cut from our torn clothes. Naked, we waited there, pondering our fate and growing more and more excited with each passing second. The men who had captured us were teasing us with leather straps, uttering dirty whispers and threatening to strike us, but before the whipping began, I awoke. I have to admit that I was sexually aroused by the dream, as much as I was confused by it.
I relayed my dream—and my reaction—to Tommy, who looked thoughtful as he considered it.
“Amanda,” he said finally, “that’s a filthy little fantasy screaming to be fulfilled.”
Being the naïve girl I am, I blushed with embarrassment. Tommy didn’t see my dream as innocent at all. He saw it as a sign that I wanted to be sexually dominated by men. Secretly, I knew he was right. The more I thought about submitting to a man, the more aroused I became. I realized that I wanted Tommy to take control of me, and maybe even share me with another man. I let Tommy know that his hunch about my submissive nature was correct. He smiled wickedly, which thrilled me as much as it made me nervous.
Two weeks after my sexual confession, I was whisked off for a weekend getaway. I didn’t know what I was in for, but enough hints had been sent my way to keep me wet between my legs.
Tommy had found an exquisite hotel. As I entered the room, thoughts of what might happen there weakened my knees. It was a suite like I had never seen. The door that separated the bedroom from the living room was massive and extremely heavy. I’ve never seen a door that big in a hotel room. It was like a dungeon door with bars instead of handles.
Before I got too comfortable in my new surroundings, I was ordered to go into the bedroom, where some clothes were laid out on the bed for me. I thought to myself, What a great planner! He’s thought of everything.
“Amanda, once you’ve changed into the things I’ve left for you, I want you to put this on,” Tommy explained, handing me a leather blindfold, “and then wait for me to come and get you.”
“Yes, Master,” I muttered softly, attempting to get into the role of a submissive.
“You must keep the blindfold on the entire evening, until I remove it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” I repeated with a slight grin, gripping the blindfold tightly in my fist. I was unable to hide my excitement. Tommy then left our suite—to where, I had no idea.
I looked at the sexy clothing that had been laid out for me. Simply seeing it made my pussy throb with excitement. I stripped and put on the open-cup leather bra that left my nipples exposed. I then slipped into thigh-high, lace-topped black stockings and attached them to the garter belt that I’d fastened around my hips. I stepped into the black stilettos, and then wriggled into a black leather miniskirt that barely covered my ass. Also on the bed were a leather collar and a pair of leather wrist cuffs with metal rings attached, so I buckled the cuffs around my wrists, and then fastened the collar around my neck. It felt tight, and I was made aware of its presence every time I swallowed. Fully attired in my sensual clothing, I slipped the blindfold over my eyes and waited. It felt like I was sitting there for an excruciatingly long time, although I know that it couldn’t have been very long at all.
Finally, the wait was over. Tommy entered the room and asked, “Are you ready, Amanda?”
Was I ready? Oh, my God! My pussy was already dripping, and we hadn’t even begun. “Yes, Master,” I answered in a quavering voice.
My lover took me by the hand, leading me carefully because I was blindfolded. He brought me into the living-room area.
“Amanda, this is Salvatore. He’s going to help us make your dream come true.” I was quiet and didn’t respond. “Say ‘hello,’ slut,” Tommy said teasingly, playfully tweaking my nipple.
I gasped and quickly said hello to our guest. I heard Tommy chuckle.
I was led to the center of the room and tossed onto what I believe was one of the giant ottomans I’d seen when we’d first entered the suite. Tommy ordered me to get on my hands and knees and to stick my ass up in the air.
My heart began to pound when I heard Tommy tell Salvatore that I was his to whip and punish. The skirt I was wearing was pulled up around my waist, exposing my ass. At first, Salvatore teased me with a whip, striking me softly. Even though he was gentle, the leather did sting, but it also made my pussy drip. He paused in between whipping me and ran his hand over my ass and over my cunt multiple times. His touches made me shiver with excitement. At one point, his fingers even slid inside my wet pussy. I groaned with abandon; I felt so sexy and slutty, letting another man use me this way in front of my boyfriend. Hearing my excited response, Salvatore started finger-fucking me in earnest. He marveled out loud at how slippery and smooth I felt, and then removed his fingers from my pussy and slid them into my mouth. I moaned as I tasted myself on his fingers.
Tommy soon demanded that Salvatore resume whipping me. He obeyed Tommy, but this time he wasn’t as forgiving. The leather cracked against my flesh, taking my breath away and making me whimper, even as it stoked my lust.
“Are you ready to get fucked?” Tommy asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you ready for another man to fuck you?”
I hesitated because I wanted to shout “yes,” but I wasn’t sure how my boyfriend would have felt about such exuberance. Tommy approached me and stroked my cheek as he brought his mouth close to my ear. “For me,” he whispered, and then I knew he wanted this as much as I did.
“Yes, Master,” I said, feeling incredibly excited at the thought of being fucked by another man while Tommy watched us in action.
With my ass hot and no doubt striped red, Salvatore thrust his enormous cock into my waiting pussy. He fucked me harder and deeper than I’ve ever experienced before. I could barely accommodate his huge member, but I bucked back toward him, wanting more and more. He pumped my pussy slowly at first, and then increased the speed of his hips as my cunt stretched to accommodate his girth. After giving it to me good for a few minutes, he pulled out and brought his slippery cock to my lips for me to suck and lick off my pussy juices. He grabbed my hair and slipped his cock in and out of my mouth. I nearly gagged on his big dick, but having him take command of me in this way turned me on.
As Salvatore fucked my face, Tommy moved behind me, thrusting his fingers in and out of my slippery pussy. I could feel my climax beginning to build, and I whimpered around Salvatore’s rod. Tommy knew the way I acted right on the cusp of climax, and knowing I was close, he worked my clit the way I like best. I came like a fiend, bucking and straining, but I didn’t stop sucking Salvatore. Tommy backed off for a moment, and then resumed stroking my pussy. I couldn’t believe how he was making me feel. I knew I was going to come again, and quickly, and Tommy made it happen with his magic fingers.
After my second climax, I was helped up and given a rest. Tommy stroked my hair and held a glass to my lips so I could have a drink of water. Once they felt I was ready for more, I was brought into the bedroom. They made me face what I guessed was the bedroom door and bound my cuffed wrists over my head. That’s when the whipping began again. I don’t know who was hitting me or what they were doing it with, but it sounded like some sort of leather belt. Each time the strip connected with my ass, I felt a burst of pain and panic, but that quickly faded and morphed into a buzzing arousal that spread through my pussy, leaving it hot an
d wet.
I was breathless and moaning when Salvatore grabbed me by the hips and whispered in my ear that he was going to fuck me again—that he couldn’t resist me. He pushed his cock in and out of my cunt, making me cry out in pleasure. While I was being fucked, Tommy pinched my nipples. The fucking continued until Salvatore had to back off, saying his cock was going to blow.
I was unbound and positioned across someone’s lap. At this point, I didn’t know who was who. One of the men slid his fingers inside me and made me come. He didn’t stop at one climax or even two. He kept me moaning for a very long time. Then the spanking finally began. He struck me numerous times with his open palm and had me gasping for air. When he stopped, I was moved onto the floor and told to suck his cock. That’s when I guessed it was Salvatore. I knew what Tommy’s cock felt like in my mouth, and the contours of this one were slightly different. As I blew Salvatore, Tommy took advantage of my position, whipping my exposed ass. I groaned and whimpered around the thick dick in my mouth, letting Salvatore fuck my face until he came. I swallowed his load and then collapsed on the floor.
But Tommy wasn’t done with me yet; he wanted his turn. He picked me up and put me on the bed, positioning me on my hands and knees. He jammed his cock into me from behind as Salvatore positioned himself in front of me. Tommy ordered me to suck Salvatore’s dick again. I parted my lips, and a hard cock was slipped between them. The feeling I had was too overwhelming to explain in words. I could barely breathe from the size of the member in my mouth coupled with the rock-hard cock in my pussy urging me toward multiple orgasms. I came countless times but still wanted more.
My masters kept fucking my mouth and pussy until they both came with loud groans. They were finally spent—and so was I. Salvatore bid us good-night, and then Tommy kissed me tenderly and took off the blindfold before tucking me into bed.
I thanked him for a satisfying night, and then I drifted off to sleep in his warm embrace.
—Ms. Amanda L., Tulsa, Oklahoma
Shopping Trip Inspires Wife to Bind Her Hubby for a Kinky Bondage Game
I was driving home from the mall when I looked up and saw that I was approaching a new adult-toy store. Unable to contain my curiosity, I parked the car and wandered inside to take a look around. Tim and I like to role-play a lot, so we’re always looking for new ways to enhance our sex games. The last thing we’d bought had been a spanking implement that looked like a wooden ruler (but had no chance of splintering), and it had really made our teacher/student fantasy come to life.
The store was packed with all sorts of interesting toys, but nothing really caught my eye until I was nearing the end of my circuitous path. There, sitting on a table in the BDSM section, was a set of cuffs and a collar that looked like the cuffs and collar of a tuxedo shirt. I felt my pussy tingle as I eyed them, and that was all the motivation I needed; I had to buy the set.
Tim was waiting for me when I got home, and I told him that I was feeling horny from my shopping trip; I suggested we act out one of our office-sex fantasies. Before I’d even finished telling him what I wanted to do, he was halfway across the house to our home office. Neither of us really works at home much these days, but we keep the office set up for playtime, and the file cabinet doubles as a toy chest.
The bag of cuffs held firmly in my hand, I followed after him. Once in the office, I handed Tim the bag and told him to put on his costume.
As he opened the bag and pulled out the cuffs, he seemed curious, but he said nothing as he undressed and snapped them into place. Meanwhile, I pulled a roll of bondage tape out of the cabinet and pushed it onto my wrist, wearing it as a large bangle bracelet.
When Tim was ready, I pushed him firmly into his chair and pulled off my roll of bondage tape, quickly getting into character. “You’re going to sit here and do everything I want you to do!” I commanded.
Tim did his best to appear intimidated, but I could tell from how much his cock had grown that he was as turned on as I was. I caressed his dick briefly as I wound the bright red bondage tape around him, securing his forearms to the chair’s arms and then wrapping his legs together from ankles to knees. The most Tim could do was thrust his hips a bit, and even that would be difficult. The situation was perfect!
Being in bondage always excites my husband, and he started moaning as he realized how tightly I’d bound him. I watched his cock swell even more, then I ripped off another length of tape, which I wrapped around his dick and balls as a sort of makeshift cockring. He bucked his hips as far as he could—which wasn’t very far at all; he was really enjoying himself.
Standing back from the chair, I admired my handiwork. Tim looked like a big red birthday present, all wrapped up in the shiny red tape. All that was missing was a cute bow atop his head, and I quickly remedied that by tying another strip of red tape around his head and fashioning a quick bow. Now he looked perfect, and I could tell he agreed with me, because his cock continued to grow.
I rolled his chair back over to the desk and pushed him toward it before reaching underneath him and pulling on the lever that would lower his seat. When his chin was level with the top of the desk, I released the lever and told him to stay put. Then I hopped up on the desk, hiked up my skirt, and demanded that Tim eat my pussy. Of course, before he could do that, he’d have to get my panties off—using only his mouth. He went right to work, burying his head between my thighs and tugging on my panties with his lips and teeth. The more he worked on pulling down my panties, the wetter they became, and soon I felt his saliva mixing with my own juices to make my pussy extra wet. His teeth were grazing my mound as well, and that only served to arouse me further.
After several minutes of tugging at my panties, Tim eventually got them to budge from my hips, and sliding them down my legs was a much easier task. When they were finally off, Tim looked triumphant. I was in awe that he was able to get my panties off at all; I’d expected to have to step in and help when he couldn’t do it. I wasn’t about to let him win so quickly, though, so I inched back on the desk, moving slowly out of his reach. He was still bound to his chair, and he could do little to get closer to me. I giggled as he moaned in desperation, his tongue stretching from between his lips, trying to get to my pussy once more.
He looked ridiculous, all wrapped up in red tape and unable to break free, but I couldn’t help how my pussy throbbed as I stared at his bound form. I teased him like this for a while, inching close enough to let him get a lick before pulling back and making him work harder for more. When he seemed exhausted by my game, I gave in and moved to the edge of the desk once more. Without the constant teasing movements, Tim was able to dive into my pussy and tongue-fuck me like he never had before. I stayed in my place for quite a while, and the entire time, Tim licked, sucked, and nibbled on my lips and clit as though it were the last pussy he’d ever taste.
For more than twenty minutes he ate me—drooling and slobbering all over my sex—and when I came, it was extraordinary. My legs shook violently, and I locked Tim’s head between my thighs, unable to control my actions. Copious amounts of pussy juice were gushing out of me, making my thighs slick and, I imagined, coating my husband’s face.
When he pulled out from under my skirt, Tim’s face was absolutely drenched, and the bow I’d tied around his head was limp and had slipped from its proper place. But his smile was huge, and I knew it was because he’d been allowed to eat my pussy even though I’d bound him up tight.
Sitting upright, I looked down and saw that Tim’s erection had not died down one bit. There it was, standing strong and proud, the thick shaft threatening to bust out of its confines. The tape I’d wrapped around him was stretched nearly as far as it could go, and I knew that if he got any hotter, he’d either blow his entire load or bust out of his bonds.
Hopping down from the desk, I got on my knees in front of him. “You’ve done a good job,” I told him, “and I think you’ve earned a reward for all of your hard work.” He smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically
.
“Oh, yes, please,” he moaned. “I’d love a reward!”
I leaned in over his bound legs and began unwrapping his dick. He seemed to grow harder as more of his shaft was released, and when I’d finally untied the tape that was wrapped around his balls, I knew I didn’t have much time before he let loose. I quickly grabbed his shaft with one hand, and then I ducked my head and took the tip of his dick into my mouth. His flesh felt firm and hot between my lips, and I sucked him greedily, wanting to feel the equally hot bursts of come that I knew were on the way.
The bondage tape I’d wrapped him in was rubbing against the exposed parts of my skin, and thanks to his body heat, it felt like one smooth sheet of plastic instead of a series of wraparound strips of it. Knowing that I’d bound him so well and that he’d managed to please me even while trapped inside the tape made me want to get him off even more, and I put everything I had into his blowjob.
Within a few minutes, Tim was moaning, and then he was coming. He shot his load right down my throat, and I swallowed it hungrily, thrilled that our game had aroused him so much. When he was spent, I pulled back and watched as his now-limp cock fell between his thighs, one of the few areas not concealed by tape. His skin, flushed red from the excitement, almost matched his bonds, and I grinned wickedly as I thought about how to make the colors match even better.
It looked like Tim was going to have to wait awhile before I finally set him free, because seeing him in bondage only made me want to play with him even more!
—Ms. Maura J., Davie, Florida
Sassy Gal Misbehaves to Make Her Fiancé Give Her a Sexy Spanking
My fiancé, Jesse, gets pretty annoyed when I make plans for us without asking him first. Sometimes he’s okay with it, if it’s meant as a surprise or if it’s something that he would have readily agreed to do. But when I make plans that he would never want to be a part of, he definitely gets pissed. Even though I know this, I sometimes do it anyway. That’s because when Jesse gets mad enough, he punishes me—and I really like being punished.
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