Authors: Nika Bella Dea
See, my husband is very much a manly man. He's collected and in control pretty much all the time. He has to be since he has a very important job that requires him to oversee many other people. But, apparently, he didn't want to be in control all of the time. The idea intrigued me so I brought it up one morning over breakfast.
"Is this something you want to do?" I turned my phone around and showed him a picture of a woman with a strap-on harnessed to her waist, fucking a bound, gagged, and utterly helpless man.
He looked shocked and a bit worried at first, his eyes wide like he expected me to be angry with him. He glanced at my face and then back at the picture, and I noticed that he was shifting in his chair. The picture was obviously making him excited.
"I...would that be alright?" he asked, but there was a hopeful light in his eyes.
So, I smiled at him. "Yes. I've been doing some shopping just in case you ever wanted to do something like this."
"Shopping?"
"Come with me," I said, getting up from the chair. It was a Saturday so we had plenty of time to explore, and figure things out, which was perfect because there was no way that I wanted to rush something like this. We had a talk before we started, just getting to know what the limits for something like this were. And, then we began.
I pulled out my toys, and began to use them, tying his hands behind his back, and putting a ring gag into his mouth. At the sight of my husband, usually so proud and dominant, bound and gagged on the bed, I couldn't help the thrum of lust that went through me. He was naked at this point and I was still wearing the robe that I had put on to make breakfast in. Just being clothed while he was naked and helpless for me was enough to tighten my nipples, and make my clit throb between my legs.
He looked up at me as if wondering what he should do.
"Did I give you permission to look at me?" I asked, my voice cool.
His eyes widened and then he shook his head, looking down immediately. He was on his knees on the bed, and he hung his head, his chest heaving a bit as his breathing increased. His cock was already hard from just this little bit and I began to wonder how far I could push him. I needed to know.
Drool dripped down from his mouth that was held wide open and I suddenly knew exactly what I wanted him to do. I crossed to the chair that we kept in the corner of the room, and spread my legs, letting the robe fall open to reveal my shaven pussy, already damp with my arousal. "Come here," I said to him, letting just a bit of steel enter into my voice. I was still learning how to do this but, from the way his cock twitched when I spoke, I could tell that I was doing alright.
He managed to get to his feet but I clucked my tongue, letting him know that he was doing something wrong. With his hands bound behind his back, he couldn't exactly crawl, but he got down on his knees, wincing as he awkwardly shuffled over to where I was sitting.
I reached out, and petted his head, sliding my fingers through his hair. "Good boy," I praised with a smile, before fisting my fingers in his hair, and pulling his head down. With the ring gag on, his tongue would be useful and that was what I wanted.
I pushed my hips up, and ground my pussy into his face, working my hips back and forth. "You're going to get me off," I said. "And, if you do a good enough job, I might let you come as well. But, only if you're good."
My husband nodded eagerly and that was all I had to say. He had never been shy about going down on me but this was a vigor that I hadn't experienced before. His tongue was lapping at my sex and he seemed to be paying special attention to my clit. He couldn't suck on it so he pressed his tongue to the little bundle of nerves. I gave a soft cry, my fingers tightening even more in his hair, as I pulled his face even farther into my wet snatch.
He was making little moaning noises that sounded like begging, but I ignored them. We had a signal for if he needed to stop and that wasn't it. His tongue probed deeper, finding its way into me, and he began to spear it in and out.
"Ah," I moaned, rolling my hips as I could feel the pleasure building higher and higher inside of me. It was amazing, the way it felt, and I couldn't help it. I was already close to coming and it hadn't even been that long. Something about the power of this was getting to me and my free hand slipped into my robe to play with my nipples.
When I came, it was with a loud cry and a shudder, and I pulled him back to look down at his face. It was shiny with my juices and I could tell he was trying to lick his lips.
"Do you want to come?" I asked breathlessly.
He nodded, and whined.
I slid my foot up his thigh to his cock, and began stroking it lightly with my toes. He was so hard that it didn't take much and he was coming hard all over my feet. Without me having to tell him so, he leaned down, and began licking them clean.
I laughed, and stroked his head. "I do believe this is going to work."
A Change of Times
by Tanner
I was a man of considerable means and, even though it was the 1960s, I never had any problem finding a lady to bring back to my bedroom. Unfortunately, with the 60's came free love and there were actually women that wanted to take a firmer hand with their men. Ivy was the exact opposite of every woman that I had ever met.
We got married during a whirlwind, one-month courtship. She seemed to be exactly what I was looking for but there was something hidden behind her eyes that I just couldn't uncover.
After the marriage ceremony, we went up to the honeymoon suite of the hotel. She stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, and said, "Tanner, now that we are married, I have a few ground rules that I want to go over. If you can't abide by them, I will divorce you just as quickly as I married you and I will take you for everything you're worth."
I didn't like the sound of that but I hadn't yet heard the other shoe drop. "I'm my own woman and I like to be in control in the bedroom, which means that you are going to be my little pet, and do whatever I want."
That sounded okay. I replied, "I understand."
"Good, let's start with getting out of these clothes. I have something special underneath this white dress that I think you'll enjoy immensely." We got out of our fancy clothes and she was standing there with a matching white bra and panty set, and the bra and panties had holes strategically cut out of the center of them so that I could see her rosy red nipples and wet, tight pussy.
"On your knees, slave."
I looked at her to see if she was serious and I could see the fire in her eyes that demanded my unconditional surrender. I dropped down onto my knees, and crawled over to her on the bed.
"Just tell me what you want and I'll do it, Mistress."
"I like that and, from now on, you'll call me Mistress except when we are out in public. In public, you'll assume the man role and I'll be your dutiful, boring wife, supporting you in all your endeavors. But, behind closed doors, that is an entirely different story."
"Yes, Mistress. Your wish is my command."
"Very good. Now, put that mouth to work, and make me cream all over that face of yours."
Moving between her legs, I slipped a finger inside of her, and then drove my tongue into her depths, making her hold on to my ears, and dig her fingernails into the flesh as she ground her pussy against my mouth. "Oh fuck, just like that, just hold that tongue still and I'll do all the work." She slammed her pussy against my tongue over and over again.
"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" With those words, I got up, and put my cock against her body. I could feel the heat from her cunt over my mushroom cap before entering her. I felt that muscular tunnel drawing me in until I was balls deep inside of her. "Damn, that is fucking good. Now, fuck me slow, and build your speed up gradually, and don't forget my clit."
Fucking her deep and slow, I felt all my inches being massaged from within her. Her eyes were rolling to the back of her head and her hands were gripping the sheets with her hands.
My movements were getting faster and I got a good rhythm going until I reached down, and touched her clit. Then, all hell broke loose.
"Yes, fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, and feel that pussy juice streaming down your hard shaft...fucking cummming." Her legs wrapped around my waist and then she was raking her nails down my back.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh." I screamed, as her nails dug into my flesh and I felt my cock swell inside her and it was coming out of me in waves, until I filled her to overflowing with so much of my cum that it was leaking out around my cock.
"That was great," she panted. "But, you made a mess and now you have to clean it up."
I looked at her with a puzzlement on my face and then she added, "Go on, get down there, and lick it up because you did that and now you have to take care of it like my good little slave boy."
Pushing her legs out of the way, I spread her out, and saw my cum bubbling to the surface. I did what any man would do in that situation. I stuck my tongue inside her, and sucked up everything that I deposited, pushing my tongue in and out of her until I got it all. But, then I kept going and she climaxed again.
"Oh, yesssssssss." Her legs pointed to the ceiling in her blissful state and her hair was whiplashing the pillow under her head until her eyes shot wide open and she fell back, breathing heavy and covered in a fine sheen of sex sweat. "You...went above and beyond on that...one and, if you can surprise me like that every time, then I think this is the start of something special."
Yep, the 60's sure did change the sexual revolution and now she was calling all the shots and I couldn't have been happier. I lay in bed that night wondering what else she would make me do and I looked forward to finding out.
Command Performance
by Wilson
I had always been a straight-laced kind of guy but I married a woman who was a little outside of the box. She found ways to introduce me to other aspects of sex that I'd never been shown before.
When I married the woman of my dreams, I had no idea just what I was getting into, nor how far she would be able to make me go in the bedroom. I thought she was just my trophy wife, being that I was a well-known doctor...but I was about to find out just how very wrong I was.
It started off with just normal sex between the two of us. Then, she started to add little things to the mix that she said would make the experience more meaningful and pleasurable for the both of us.
Laura had come from a family of hippies and her mother and father were always talking about sex around the dinner table like it was a common occurrence, and didn't seem at all unusual. That in and of itself took a little getting used to and, the first time her mother asked me if I was giving her daughter the orgasms that she deserved, I almost spit my drink right out of my mouth. They were just so open and honest about their sexuality while I was the exact opposite. My parents never discussed sex with me and I had to find out about it on my own.
Anyway, it started out slowly with Laura adding these special touches to our adult evenings, like with sensual oils that warmed to the touch, and I had to admit that I liked it, even though I had never experienced anything like it before.
"Honey, you are so buttoned up and you grew up not knowing how to delve deeper into your sexuality. I think you should always strive to learn something different about yourself. These oils are the first part of a long line of lessons that I plan to teach you over the course of our marriage."
"I don't know. I just don't think I would be comfortable doing something that I wasn't completely ready to try."
"Hmmm, did I say that you had any choice in the matter?" That first time that her voice changed, and she displayed a more dominant attitude, took me back a bit, but also made me harder than I had ever been. This, of course, didn't go unnoticed and she only smiled when she saw my reaction to her change of demeanor.
After dinner one night, she said she was going upstairs to get into something a little more comfortable. I figured that she was going to get into a frilly nightgown, and come down and join me on the couch to watch a little TV.
"You are mine tonight, and will do whatever I say without question." I turned at the sound of her voice and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife was wearing black, shiny pants and a red leather bustier that overflowed with her D-cup breasts. She was also holding a whip in the palm of her hand.
"Come with me, right now." For some unknown reason, I found her forcefulness very attractive and alluring, so much so that I followed her up the stairs without questioning her motives.
"Strip."
There was only one word spoken but it was one word that basically slapped me in the face, and made me get undressed until I was lying back on the bed and she was attaching a collar to my neck, and soft handcuffs to my wrists, which she then attached to rings on the bedpost. Where had those come from?
"I don't want to hear another word out of you." Taking off the black vinyl pants, she then took off her panties, and stuffed them in my mouth. I could taste her juice in the center of them.
Picking up a candle that was lit by the bed, she dipped the candle until the hot wax began to drip onto my stomach and chest, making me arch my back off the bed. I moaned into the panties and then she reached down and felt my cock. I realized that I was harder than steel, and ready for anything that she had in mind.
"Hmmm, that is just what I need." While still dripping the wax with one hand, she started to pinch my nipples between two fingers with the other. She then straddled me, and dropped her weight on my cock, taking it to the hilt inside of her tight sheath. "Damn, you are already throbbing inside me but I don't want you to lose it just yet." To illustrate her point, she reached down between our bodies, and held me by the base with two fingers, until the sensation of cumming went away. Where did she learn how to do that?!
Then, she began to bounce up and down on my lap, riding me like a bucking bronco.