As I spanked his ass, I scolded him, telling him how disappointed I was in him and how I expected better behavior from a grown man. I didn’t have any examples of Chris’s bad behavior, but pretending he’d misbehaved seemed to be enough for him. It was certainly putting me in the mood to spank him more!
When I ran out of things to say, I demanded that Chris stand up and push his pants down to the floor. “I’m going to spank that bare ass of yours and make you sorry you ever disappointed me!” I told him, and he groaned loudly before he straightened up to do as I’d ordered. As he slid his pants and boxers down, I noticed that his cock was standing up straight and hard, and there was a drop of precome glistening at the tip. My act was really turning him on! I knew he’d wanted me to play a domme, and I knew he would get aroused, but I’d had no idea a few smacks on the ass and a little yelling would make him so hard. Wow!
As soon as his pants were around his ankles and he was bent over the couch again, I started spanking him. It felt a lot different to be hitting his bare flesh with my palm—different in a good way. I was getting more and more aroused by our role-playing game, and I couldn’t believe we’d never done anything like it when we were dating. It was hot!
The more I spanked Chris, the louder he moaned. Soon he was even humping against the sofa as I smacked his butt, trying to get himself off in any way he could. It was clear our game was driving him crazy—and it was really getting to me, too. I hit his ass a dozen more times before I gave in to my desire, pulled him up by his shirt, and kissed him. I didn’t care about our game anymore. I wanted to fuck him.
Chris immediately sensed what I wanted from him, and he stumbled out of his pants and pulled off his shirt before he hurriedly undressed me. He practically ripped the leather garments off my body in his rush to strip me, and then he lifted me up so I was sitting on the back of the couch. He stepped between my parted legs and kissed me, then pushed a hand between my thighs and started fingering me. He knew exactly what to do to make me climax, and he worked a finger in and out of my wet folds while he rubbed his thumb over my clit, flicking it occasionally. It took less than a minute for his handiwork to have me screaming his name in ecstasy as my first orgasm washed over me.
As soon as I’d come, Chris pulled his hand away and then guided his cock in to take its place. He thrust all the way into me in one stroke, and he held tight to my hips as he started pumping in and out. He fucked me the way I like, not too hard and not too fast, and he changed his pace and the depth of his thrusts every minute, keeping me on edge. Chris had always been good in bed, and he was making it very clear that he hadn’t lost any of his skill in the time we’d been apart. In no more than five minutes, he had me reaching a second powerful climax. Chris came a minute or two after me, and I dug my fingers into his ass, making him explode even more violently.
Since then, Chris and I have gotten together for several sessions of mistress/slave role-play, and each time is hotter than the last. I don’t know if we’ll start dating again or if we’ll stick to our kinky sex games, but I’m so glad I said yes when he asked me to be his domme. I’ve never been so sexually satisfied!
—Ms. Lauren W., Miami, Florida
Carnal Candle Play Is a Once-a-Year Treat for This Wild Couple
December is my favorite month, but not because it means I get eight nights of presents for Hanukkah. No, my favorite part is that I get to enjoy my favorite kinky treat: hot wax.
I love extreme sensations, from floggings to ice to heat. Since candle wax is my favorite “torment,” a few years ago my master decided to start a tradition, in which we enjoy hot-wax play as our own private holiday celebration. And since we only indulge in it once a year, it makes it even more special.
There is an energy and intensity to wax play that fuels our other kinky endeavors and makes me love him all the more. He knows that I like to scream, to have my boundaries tested, and that if I need to use my safeword, I will. I’ve never needed to use it, but I like knowing that I can if things get too intense.
I always look forward to our hot-wax play, and I often fantasize about it. I like to be sleek and smooth for Will all the time, but in the days leading up to the festivities, I take extra care, shaving every inch of my body. This year, I was so turned on the day before our latest scheduled wax session that I begged Will for his cock, but he denied me. I protested but didn’t really mind, because I knew that any time he made me wait, greater pleasure was in store for me.
Part of what I love about our BDSM play is that it goes beyond the physical and gets my mind involved, too. Will doesn’t want some simpering bimbo to blindly follow his every order, but a tough, smart woman who wants to be dominated. He says kink, especially in a long-term relationship, works best when it’s a true meeting of the minds. I trust him implicitly, which is why I was able to lay myself down and spread my arms and legs, allowing him to tie me to the bedposts. Being tied up makes the wax play even more exciting, because I can’t get away, no matter how much I squirm.
Will had lit eight candles, representing each night of Hanukkah. They were all different colors. “I’m going to use all of these. You’re going to be covered in colorful wax. You’ll be like my canvas,” he said. “And when I’m done, you can have my cock.”
Sometimes he blindfolds me when we play, but this time he didn’t. He held the candle in the air above me, so I could watch the colored wax drip down onto my skin. Seeing it about to land and knowing I couldn’t get away was thrilling. Even though the wax was hot, it wasn’t so intense that I couldn’t stand it. Will teased me by using one hand to play with my pussy while drizzling the wax from a red candle along my upper arm. He’s good at multitasking like that.
Will kept his fingers inside me as he used up the red candle, then blew it out and picked up a white one. This one he used to drizzle wax along my torso. “It almost looks like my come,” he said, smiling. He knows I also adore the sensation of him spurting all over my skin. My nipples perked up, standing at attention and ready for the rush I’d feel from the wax. Each breast was then treated to a generous coating of wax, which started to harden soon after it landed.
He moved on to a purple candle next, drizzling wax along my other arm, then my stomach, and my thighs. Each time the hot wax hit my skin, I gasped at the harsh sensation, yet my pussy was growing wetter by the second. Those sparks of pain were morphing into a sexy arousal that flooded throughout my whole being. Each candle brought me higher and higher. It was like a slow, simmering burn that threatened to overtake me. If my arms had been free, I’d have wrapped them around his neck, but I had to make do with the situation at hand—and the truth is: I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Will kissed me deeply between coatings of wax, and my squirming body was soon nearly covered in swirls of colors—with one notable exception. My pussy was bare, and it longed for attention. Taking hot wax on my pussy is a skill I’ve had to cultivate, and is one I’m incredibly proud of. Now I crave the sensation, even though it is intense. I begged him as much as I could with my body. Will delighted in denying me, tweaking my nipples and twisting them so much that some of the wax peeled off. My pink buds popped out from their coating, erect and eager for even more rough treatment.
I knew the moment the hot liquid met the surface of my most tender skin would be the most challenging. Will watched with a sadistic yet loving look on his face as he dripped wax onto my mound. I didn’t care about the color, only the sensation. It hurt, but it only made me more turned on. By the time he was done, I was gasping and ready to fuck.
Will unfastened my bonds and settled his large body over mine. His weight felt familiar and comforting. I like feeling small beneath his heftiness. His big cock sank easily into my wet slit. All that buildup had my pussy overflowing with honey.
I smiled and wrapped my arms and legs around Will, letting his cock fill me with unspeakable pleasure.
I’m so grateful I’ve found a man who loves kink as much as I do.
—Ms. Marla
H., Indianapolis, Indiana
Mover Gets a Naughty Reward in the Form of a Sexy Spanking
Moving is a hellish process, as most anyone can tell you. I was dreading my upcoming move, but my friend Eleanor recommended a company that she insisted went above and beyond. “They’re quick and efficient,” she enthused. “And the guys are cute!”
Two guys in their early twenties owned the operation and worked most of the jobs by themselves. When I called to book them, I spoke with Charles, whose voice sounded sexy and reassuring. “I have a lot of stuff,” I warned him. “It’s gonna be a big job.”
“We can handle it, ma’am. We’re professionals.” He set me at ease, and his price was reasonable, plus there was something else: The sound of his voice sent shivers up my spine.
I spent all weekend packing, pulling an all-nighter to make the Monday morning deadline. When my doorbell rang, I rushed downstairs to the lobby, but wasn’t quite prepared for how sexy Charles was. He wasn’t the hulking, muscular guy I’d been expecting. He was tall and compact, but clearly strong. He had an eyebrow ring, an earring and a lip piercing, and a few tattoos. I won’t say I dressed up for the move, but before his arrival, I’d changed out of the ratty T-shirt and shorts I’d been wearing into a purple sundress. I’d packed all my underwear so I was going commando, and somehow from the way Charles looked at me, I felt like he knew my secret. When we shook hands, I felt a jolt of electricity run up my arm. Was the fact that he was so sexy the reason why Eleanor had been pushing me to hire his company?
I led him upstairs to my apartment and offered him a soda.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the can from me and leaning against the wall as he drank it and waited for his partner to arrive. My stuff was all in boxes, including one labeled “Toys.” I blushed when my eyes passed over it, knowing that vibrators, paddles, and other naughty paraphernalia were in there.
Charles’s partner, Jason, showed up a few minutes later, and in a half hour, they had their truck fully loaded. I’d been standing in the hall watching them come in and out, wondering what it would be like to fuck Charles—or possibly Jason. Both were very cute, and I wondered if that was a job requirement at their company!
I rode in the truck, sitting between them as we headed to my new place. It was a hot day, and that position made it even steamier. Soon we were at my apartment, and they unloaded all my stuff. I was excited about my new home, already picturing where I’d hang my favorite pictures and set up my TV, but every time Charles walked by my whole body perked up. I enjoyed watching him work.
After the boys wrapped things up, I handed them each a tip. Jason thanked me and took off, but Charles accepted my invitation to stay. “Um, I hope this isn’t rude, but would you mind if I take off my shirt? It’s pretty warm.” I had two fans going, but my air conditioner wasn’t scheduled to be delivered until the following day.
“I wouldn’t mind in the least,” I told him, my breath coming faster when I saw how ripped his chest was. I was emboldened enough to add, “If there’s anything else I can do to thank you, please let me know.” I hoped he would pick up on my flirtatious vibe.
“I’d like to see your toy box,” he said, indicating with a toss of his chin the box that I’d blushed about earlier. “I think I know what kind of toys are in there.”
Since he’d broached the topic, I figured that he was making the first move, so I was inspired to make the second. I walked closer to him and put my hand on his bare chest. “And what do you hope to find in my toy box, Charles?” I purred, stepping close enough so that I could feel his hard cock in his pants.
“A paddle. And maybe some nipple clamps. I’d like you to use them on me,” he said quickly, sounding as if he was nervous. This strong, hot guy was blushing, and I felt his heart beating quickly beneath my palm. I let my hands wander downward and grabbed his ass.
“Do you actually think I need a paddle to give you a spanking, Charles?” I asked, caressing his firm ass. “Well, in case you do, I’ll have you know that I can make your ass pretty red with just my hand, though I have a few toys you might enjoy.” Not waiting for a response, I started to unbutton his jeans.
“You should be naked for the rest of your duties,” I told him. And naked he soon was, displaying a body so gorgeous that I was tempted to get on my knees and worship him. Charles was definitely the hottest guy I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing in the buff. “Now bend over and open that box, but don’t take anything out,” I ordered.
Seeing his bare ass as he used a Swiss Army knife to tear into the box made my nipples harder and my pussy wetter. I heard his intake of breath when he finally got a look inside. I do indeed have my fair share of kinky toys, though I didn’t plan to use them just yet. “Good boy,” I said, making the words come out in more of a drawl than I normally use. “Now why don’t you face the wall with your hands above your head and stick out that sweet ass for me?”
He did that, and soon I was spanking him, the rush from hitting an eager, submissive man filling me with power. I’m small but strong, and I knew he was feeling each blow. “Does Jason know that you like to be spanked, Charles?” I asked in between slaps. “Have other female customers spanked you? Or maybe some male ones?” At that, he defiantly thrust his ass toward me, and his moans grew louder. I whacked his right cheek, then his left, and then directly in the center, admiring the pink splotches I was making.
When I thought he was warmed up enough for me to increase the intensity of his punishment, it was time to bring out the toys. It was clear that he could take much more than my hand. “You worked so hard today, I think you deserve something extra special. What do you think?” I asked as I pressed my body against him. I cupped his balls in one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. I love getting rough with guys, especially ones who I know could wrestle me to the ground if they wanted to, like Charles. A tough man suppressing his physical strength to enjoy the thrill of submission is a keeper in my book. But even if I didn’t get to keep Charles, I wanted him to remember me fondly.
I took out one of my favorite paddles. Made of black leather, it’s not the most dazzling one to look at it, but it’s hefty, and I knew it would make an impact in more ways than one. When I began using it on Charles’s ass, he stopped moaning and started gasping. He didn’t clench his butt cheeks or try to stop me, but he was definitely focused on processing the experience. “What a good boy you are. If you behave, maybe I’ll suck your cock.” I thought I heard a soft, “yeah,” but the whoosh of air as I drew back the paddle masked his whisper.
When Charles’s ass was red and hot to the touch, I put down the paddle and ordered him to sit on the floor. “Now close your eyes.” He dutifully obeyed, and I slid a red ruffled mask over his eyes. It was eminently girlie, and therefore extremely incongruous on my sexy stud, but that made the moment even hotter. “Remember the nipple clamps you mentioned earlier?” I asked. “Well, you’re in luck because I found my favorite pair. I’m going to fasten them to your little nipples, because I think they’re the perfect complement to getting your cock sucked, don’t you?” He moaned aloud as I twisted each nub just for fun, and then attached the clamps.
His tiny nipples were compressed between the rubber tips, and he moaned helplessly as I took his cockhead in my mouth. I savored the taste and feel of his dick, working him with my lips and tongue. I had never expected my day to wind up like this, and yet there I was, with a gorgeous man at my mercy. I tugged on the chain attached to the nipple clamps and felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he climaxed, and I deep-throated him, eager to show off my cock-sucking skills.
“Oh, Rhonda,” he said, and I bobbed up and down a few more times before he spurted into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop, but when I came up for air, I said, “You know what you didn’t do, Charles? You didn’t ask if you could come like a good boy. I’ll have to punish you—maybe tomorrow?” I took off the blindfold and smiled at him. “Then you can help install my bookcases. Wh
at do you say?”
“Just tell me what time to be here. I’m your willing slave.”
I have a feeling I’m going to need quite a few home repairs, now that I know I have Charles at the ready!
—Ms. Rhonda V., Via Email
Lesbian Resort Vacation Nets Her a Stern Spanking from a Hot Butch
Just because I’m into women, some of my straight friends think it’s easy for me to get laid any time I want. They assume there’s some magic thing that happens when one lesbian looks at another that signals we should immediately take our clothes off and start fucking. Well, for me, it’s not that simple. It’s not that I’m not sexy. I’m six feet tall with long, wavy blonde hair, plus I’ve got an impressive ass and tits—and I dress to make the most of them. I’ve dated all sorts of women and don’t have one single type. I’m good at flirting, but that still doesn’t guarantee I can get laid on a Saturday night.
A big problem is that I kept meeting women who wanted to “experiment” with me, meaning I have to take on the role of teacher, and I wanted to find a girl—or girls—who knew their way around a woman’s body and could show me a wild time in the sack. I’m tired of giving lessons in Girl Sex 101.
So when my friend Diana suggested going to a lesbian resort for a long weekend, I jumped at the opportunity. With a thousand lesbians all in one place, I knew my chances of getting laid were high. Mostly I wanted to have fun, and with Diana and our other friend Eva there, we were sure to have a great time. I packed a good number of sex toys—three vibrators, two dildos, some lube, and a paddle. Whether I found a partner or not, I was prepared.
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