Stu had progressed from Karen’s feet to her legs. He kissed her calves, behind her knees, along the inside of her thighs. Karen wriggled on the sofa, pulling her short skirt higher until she revealed her sex. I could see her pussy shine in all its glory, glistening wet. Even though I stood behind Stu, I knew his eyes would be drawn to Karen’s pussy. What man wouldn’t want to see such a beautiful prize? Karen’s pubic hair was neatly trimmed and even from where I stood, I could make out the glimmer of moisture where her outer lips had parted. I’m sure Stu knew his final destination. Even so, I prodded his anus with the tip of the lubricated dildo, nudging him forward. I watched Karen open her thighs wide, shuffling her bottom closer to Stu. She looked directly at me, knowing that I could see all, and ran her finger through her wetness, drawing moisture on to her clitoris. The action reminded me of my own bleating nubbin squashed beneath the root of the artificial cock. I waited until Karen had hold of Stu’s hair, until Stu had his face buried deep within Karen’s sex. He was so keen I could actually hear his tongue lapping at her pussy.
I pushed the dildo into Stu’s anus, watching his ring expand to take the invading object. His loud groan, only somewhat muffled by Karen’s sex, told me that I had broken through the tight ring. I pushed a little deeper, then waited before withdrawing completely. I re-lubricated the dildo, and then set to work again, this time entering without hesitation. Stu squealed as I pushed deep into his arse. The poor thing suffered a little, I know, but at least he had the distraction of eating Karen’s cunt – and doing a good job by all accounts. Karen had her eyes closed, her gentle moans and coos adding to the atmosphere. I must say she presented a pleasant sight as she squeezed her breasts, pulled on her nipples. I withdrew the dildo a little, then pushed in again, enjoying the way the harness crushed my clitoris.
I only hoped that Stu was ready. I started to fuck him slowly, pushing with long gentle strokes, withdrawing until only the tip remained hidden. Push. Pull. Push. Pull. Stu was easier to peg than I imagined. As I gained in confidence, so I became more forceful, pushing Stu deeper into Karen’s sex. I wasn’t sure exactly what Stu did with his tongue, but whatever it was, Karen wasn’t complaining. The opposite, in fact! Karen became more and more vocal, making it plain to Stu and me both that she was about to come. I hadn’t considered this aspect at all, but Karen’s groans spurred me on, until I was truly fucking my husband in the arse. There it was – plain and simple. My own ardour had reignited with the repetitive thump of the harness against my clitoris. I didn’t think the bumping would be enough to make me come, but the sensation certainly gave me plenty of encouragement.
Karen started to cry out. She had hold of Stu by his hair, pulling him hard against her sex. She began grinding her hips, forcing her pussy against his face, his nose tight against her clitoris. I watched, as her spasms grew, suddenly aware that my own orgasm was on the horizon. Karen let out a thunderous scream as she came, squeezing Stu’s head tight between her thighs. Watching Karen come on my husband’s face quickly sent me hurtling into climax. One minute I was safely riding the rising tide, the next I went crashing on to the rocks. This orgasm wasn’t the best I’d ever had, yet surprised me all the same. I stood shaking, holding on to Stu’s arched back, the dildo still buried deep in my husband’s arse. Sometime during the melée, Karen and I gained eye contact. I knew that somehow we had both shared the same experience.
Of course, Stu remained central to everything. I hadn’t forgotten him. As I completely withdrew the dildo, he shot a load on the arm of the sofa. Naughty boy. I would forgive him this indiscretion as it was his birthday – but he would still have to clear up the mess.
Diamonds and Gold
by Giselle Renarde
When most people imagine a love slave, the picture in their minds looks nothing like me. They conceptualise a leatherbound nymph hidden away in some dark and dreary basement. Chained to a stone wall, even! She’s dirty, she’s monstrously thin, she’s dressed in scraps like Tarzan’s Jane, and she hasn’t got a brain in her head. She’s given up everything to please her master.
That’s not me. That’s not me at all.
I don’t talk much about my private affairs, primarily because I don’t think anyone outside the BDSM community would believe me. How can this educated woman, this well-dressed woman, this woman with a strong voice and stronger opinions, allow herself to be subjugated to any man even if he is her husband of 24 years? There aren’t many people out there who expect to see a lifelong submissive at the opera, or a fundraiser gala, or out to dinner at Lai Toh Heen, but I can be found at any grand event. I’m on every list and that has nothing to do with my performance in the bedroom or my husband’s success. Hell, I earned my first million before he did. I got there first.
My family disowned me when I married Pawel. That had nothing to do with the bedroom either. They disowned me because Pawel was white, and they’d have much preferred to see their precious Jai Li on the arm of a nice Chinese boy. Fat chance that was going to happen! When I was young, I knew no man who shared my heritage could give me what I needed. Only Pawel could tame me. That’s what I believed until about four years ago, when I started my affair with Xiao.
Well, I never claimed to be a perfect slave …
We met in an online kinkster community, and quickly discovered we both possessed an uncanny affection for body stockings. I loved wearing them, he loved tearing them. It was a match made in fetish heaven!
Of course, to say it was as simple as all that makes a mockery of my marriage. I never could believe people committed adultery on a whim. It’s doubly wrong to cheat on a man who is both husband and master, but that’s precisely what I did. Perhaps my 20th wedding anniversary was to blame. Poor excuse, I know, but at the time I found it hard to believe I was more than 20 years old when did I turn 41? Where did those twenty years go, married all that time? It seemed beyond unlikely. It seemed impossible.
Call it a strike back against age, but I sought consolation under another man’s firm hand. I didn’t want another master, just … something. At the time, I was convinced this new man could provide me solace.
With such divergence in our business interests, Pawel and I often travelled apart. I knew I could easily get away with taking flight to meet my fellow stocking lover out west. No suspicion roused on that first occasion. Pawel saw me off in Toronto with a smile on his face, and I felt like an absolute heel until I met Xiao in Vancouver. Then I had other things to worry about.
Xiao was Chinese.
Seems like an odd thing not to know about someone, but when we communicated online, we used screen names. To this day, he doesn’t know precisely which company I built from the ground up, or even that I go by a westernised version of my name Julie. Online, I was always Jai Li. He knew where I came from, but we’d never exchanged pictures or even real names. I had no idea SpanKing would be a Chinese man ten years my junior. If I had known, I doubt I’d ever have come to Vancouver in the first place. After the initial surprise, though, I was glad I’d taken the leap. Xiao was deliciously desirable. Not very tall, but built. Gorgeous abs, marathon runner’s thighs, and palms that could warm my ass any day of the week.
I had every suspicion Xiao was married too, otherwise we would most likely have headed straight to his house rather than his hotel room. He had an accent, which surprised me, but I managed to get over it during the taxi ride from the airport. I knew he was talking, but I didn’t listen to a word. I was famished, and I knew very well he wouldn’t let me eat before he’d had his way with me at least once. Or was that simply what my master, my husband, would have done?
He’d bought me every kind of body stocking imaginable, and I changed in the large hotel bathroom with the heated tile floors. For a moment, as I gazed at my reflection in the wall-to-wall mirror, I felt afraid. The body stocking was made of black fishnet fabric. It had a scoop neck, which descended almost all the way to my hardening nipples, and it extended out in four directions, to my ankles and my wrists. I h
ad a suspicion the crotch had been open when he bought it, and that he’d sewn it back up to give him something more to tear open. I was naked underneath. Vulnerable. When he rapped on the bathroom door, my stomach gurgled with apprehension and hunger. What the hell was I getting myself into?
I stepped into the luxurious space of the hotel suite, eyes downcast, without uttering a word. He wasn’t my master, but I would submit.
‘Wowee!’ Xiao cried as he looked me up and down.
That singular expression of joy put my mind at ease. He sounded like a Chinese Texan, and I had to suppress the smile forcing my lips to contort at the sides. ‘Thank you for the gift,’ I said, keeping my head down. ‘You like it on me, I gather.’
‘Do I!’ He took me by the hand and led me to the round table where he’d opened his case. ‘Look, there’s more. I bought you a collar!’
I jerked away from him when he tried to slip the studded leather around my neck. Something in the joviality of his tone told me I could get away with it. Pawel would never have let me get away with flinching, but this guy was a newbie it was obvious in his eagerness to please me. An experienced dom wouldn’t try so hard to coerce me. I’d have to be careful. The ones who didn’t know what they were doing could be by far the most dangerous.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asked.
I stared down at the tent in his trousers and felt saliva pooling under my tongue. I wanted to taste him. ‘We never talked about collars.’
‘Oh …’ He hesitated, teasing the leather with his fingers. ‘Well … is it OK?’
That’s when I knew Xiao was no danger to me, or to anyone. My old preconceptions resurfaced, and I found myself wondering how I might receive even an ounce of pleasure from this man who shared my buttoned-up heritage. This would be a wasted trip. I’d have betrayed my master for nothing.
Even so, I bowed my head, shifting my hair away from my neck. ‘Whatever you want. I’ll do anything for you.’ My pussy swelled with wetness and warmth as I gave up my power to this man I hardly knew.
His cock surged against his zipped fly. I could just make out the tip whacking his grey trousers as his precome soaked right through. My breath fluttered from my lungs. God, the anticipation. Even with Pawel, it had been so long since I’d felt like this. As he reached around my neck to buckle up the collar, I had no idea what was about to go down.
‘Is it too tight?’ he asked.
It was, but I said, ‘No, it’s fine.’ I wanted this to hurt.
He secured the collar’s O-ring to a run-of-the-mill leather dog leash, and tied the lead to the rather tall bedpost, pulling me along behind him. My body reacted like a reluctant animal, though that wasn’t at all how I felt. I wanted everything at once, but I needed him to decide.
I stood by the bed without resting against it, awaiting instructions, watching Xiao’s erection bound against his trousers and wanting so badly to touch it. ‘You look incredible in that body stocking,’ he finally said.
‘Thank you.’
‘Is it OK if I touch you?’
Struggling not to look up into his eyes, I replied, ‘Everything is OK.’ I wished he could understand, and do it properly. For a moment, I missed my master.
He took a long breath in. When he spoke again, his voice was deep and firm as the cock wrestling against his pants. ‘Your tits are amazing.’ He grabbed them for good measure, squeezing their meagre mass so hard it hurt. Thank God!
I said nothing when he grabbed my erect nipples through the gaps in the fishnet, and only whimpered when he twisted them both in different directions. The sweet pain sent jolts of electricity down to my cunt, and I hoped to God he would give my poor clit some relief she was throbbing beneath the hand-sewn seam at the crotch of my body stocking, but I dared not writhe to give myself pleasure.
Xiao pulled down on my tits until my knees met the broadloom. In seconds, he’d pushed his bottoms down to the floor. His fat dick nearly whacked me in the face. ‘I want you to suck it,’ he said as he unbuttoned his shirt. I anticipated the “bitch”, which is what Pawel would have called me, but it didn’t come.
I was pleasantly surprised by my first look at Xiao’s body. He was fit. Better than fit, in fact. My body screamed with hot desire. I wanted him everywhere. First, in my mouth. When I stuck my tongue out to lick his piss slit, he shoved right past it and filled my throat with cock. I gagged, of course the invasion was so unexpected but recovered before I could make a mockery of myself.
Closing my lips around his thick shaft, I sucked the way I knew Pawel liked it, and Xiao didn’t seem half pleased by my ardour. He held the back of my head in one hand and the leather leash in the other. When he pulled on it, he couldn’t have known how that collar pained me, or the bruises it was bound to leave on my neck, but his big fingers streaming through my hair took away a good portion of my anxiety. Sure, there was a big cock lodged in my throat and a studded collar strangling me, but breathing was overrated.
My head felt heavy and light both at once. It was the strangest sensation, but my light-headedness seemed to boost my body’s response as I allowed my clit to rub itself up against the stocking seam. This man was no Pawel; he wouldn’t punish my acts of self-pleasure. I was safe. I might be collared and tied to the bed and deep-throating a relative stranger, but I felt secure in my decisions.
Xiao came so fast I didn’t see it … coming. Maybe my asphyxiated daze was to blame, but I didn’t recall hearing him moaning or sighing or swearing, or feeling his dick throbbing or pulsing or surging inside my mouth. Suddenly, my throat was flooded with jizz and I swallowed it down instinctually, so quickly I couldn’t even taste it. My neck was so constrained by that damn collar I don’t think I could have downed his hot cream if I’d been forced to dwell on it.
‘Kneel on the bed,’ Xiao commanded, half a sigh, half a growl.
I did as I was told, scrambling from the floor onto the mattress. Because of the leash, I had to stay close to the headboard, but I set my spinning head down on the comforter to put it at ease before sticking my ass up in the air. I’d put my black heels back on before leaving the bathroom, and now I worried they’d fall off as my feet parted over the side of the bed.
Most men would be snoring after coming in my mouth, but Xiao was raring to go. I didn’t have the ease of motion to turn and look at him, but I could feel the heat of his body blazing against my butt. In one stealth movement, he latched his fingers to the fishnet at the small of my back and tore it wide open. The sound of that fabric snapping reminded me of the crackle of autumn leaves underfoot. His short nails scratched my skin as he ripped the stocking around my arms and my legs, finally settling in between my thighs. When he tore open the hand-sewn crotch of my spectacular fishnet outfit, the cool hotel room air pummelled my hot pussy.
Seconds later, his tongue was pressed flat to my wet slit. The heat of his mouth against my snatch made me jerk forward on the bed, but the collar caught me and jolted me back to reality. I rested my head on the bed because I simply couldn’t keep it raised any more. The room was spinning. When I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my breathing, his tongue didn’t help. It flitted between my thighs like a demon hummingbird, and I wondered why he was giving me such pleasure when it was I should be pleasing him. My fingers clawed at the bedding, and I buried my face in it to muffle the noises bursting through my lips.
His tongue ran the length of me, from my clit, up my wet-hot slit, and beyond. He licked my asshole like there was nothing more delectable. I couldn’t believe the feeling of pleasure surmounting even my humiliation as he traced his mouth up and down my ass crack. The sensation of a hot tongue ravaging my poor puckered asshole was so unfamiliar, and such an unlikely act to perform on someone he’d never been with skin to skin, that my throat clenched every time he went back at it. What a sight he must have from back there: my sweet cheeks bare in a now crotchless fishnet body stocking ripped, but even so …
I tried not to breathe because breathing hurt my neck, but Xiao’s o
ral attention to my nether regions had my heart thumping and my chest heaving against the mattress. ‘Fuck me,’ I begged, praying he was hard again. It came out sounding like a squeak. That damn collar was torture, but I couldn’t ask him to loosen it now. ‘Please?’
He shoved his face against my ass so hard I felt the prickle of his cheeks against mine. With a hot growl, he shook his head side to side, and then up and down, licking me all over, making me come as hard as my body could stand within the confines of studded leather.
I wasn’t stupid I knew I should ask him to use a condom. But did I? No. It seemed a strange thing to neglect, even in the moment, but I wanted to feel his fat cock in my cunt immediately. No waiting. I was just lucky Xiao wasn’t full of disease. Very lucky.
Pulling back on my ankles, he forced my heels to meet the floor with a bang, despite the carpeting. I felt like a ragdoll. No will of my own. Not enough air for will. Though gasping for shallow breaths, I still moaned when Xiao shoved his second erection of the evening inside my wet pussy. It wasn’t a terribly long cock, but the girth was impressive, and that’s what had always mattered to me. I always did like a fat dick the kind I could barely close my fingers around. Xiao’s was like that. He rammed me from behind until his hips met my ass. The motion threw me across the bed, and the world was veiled by haze.
My head had never felt so heavy, but still I gasped and squealed each time his cock drove into me from behind. As my pussy clenched around his dick, I felt my asshole’s jealousy and abandonment. It was still wet from his tongue-lashing, and it pursed every time he thrust.
‘Fuck my ass,’ I wheezed. I hoped he would use lube but, as with the condom, I couldn’t bring myself to ask. My hole was so slick with his saliva it wouldn’t matter anyway that’s what I told myself.
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