Punish Me - BDSM Male Dominance Female Submission/Hardcore Seduction-Erotica

  How could have I slipped so deep into my sexual fantasy?

I guess I was flattered by the attention of a man 14 years younger than my 40 years, coupled with the inattention of my work-a-
holic husband had let my free time get diverted into a sexual world I never knew existed.

It all started three months ago when I was in the wine department of a flashy new grocery/specialty store and I was bewildered on how to choose from the massive selection.

That's when Jim stepped up next to me in the narrow isle if wine bottles and said "Looks like you need some help deciding." I glanced up from the label of the bottle I was holding, ready to blow-off the young stranger, but instead, his eyes seemed to just burn into my soul and I stood speechless for a few seconds with a warm feeling in my stomach as I assessed his broad smile, his dark curly hair and his 6'1" frame.

Finally I stammered "I'm trying to decide what to serve with the lamb I'm serving tomorrow for dinner." Jim glanced at the bottle and shook his head "No, that one isn't right for lamb, here try this one." As he reached down to the bottom shelf and brought up another selection. I could have backed away a little bit to give him room, but I realized that I just held tight to my position and allowed him to brush against me as he rose from grabbing the new selection.

He smelled of fresh after-shave and I felt myself straightening my posture and making sure my tummy was sucked in and shoulders pulled back to accentuate my bust-line. I was wishing my hair had been brushed out instead of pulled back in a clip and I suddenly was feeling very frumpy with an old pair of jeans and one of my husband's old blue dress shirts on. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself as I painted a sultry smile on my face as his eyes seemed to burrow into my inner most thoughts.

I thanked him for his suggestion and stumbled on how to thank him but wanting to know his name. "I'm Jim.... And you are?" he said so warmly that I didn't hesitate telling him "I'm Julie." "Well Julie, I hope you enjoy that wine with your lamb.... and whoever you're sharing it with." I could only muster a pleasant "Thank you" as I put the bottle in my cart and pushed my way down the isle. "Why didn't I tell him I was sharing it with my husband?" "Why didn't I tell him I have two kids, and a dog and I'm supposed to be happily married?" I could feel the blush fill my face as I didn't dare turn around to see if he was watching me.

I got to the check out line and paid for my groceries. Just as the bagboy asked "Can I help you out with those?" Jim stepped up from behind me and lifted my two bags into his arms and said "I'll help you out with those Julie". He matter-of-factly walked toward the exit doors with me in pursuit. As the automatic doors opened and I stepped up beside Jim, we both looked out to see the torrent of rain that had just started. "Which car is yours?" Jim asked as I pointed to the Volvo a few rows away. "Hit the lock release on your key fob and hand me your keys so I can put the bags in your trunk". I did as he said and handed him my keys. He bolted toward the car with me following.

"What if this guy was a stalker or a rapist or a murderer? I thought to myself as I grabbed the driver's door handle and jumped inside to get away from the dime sized raindrops. Jim put the groceries in the trunk then ducked into the car's passenger door. We were both soaked from the brief run through the rain and I wondered what I was prepared to do now. After all, my 15 year-old daughter would be home from school in a little more than an hour and my 12 year-old son had football practice that I had to get him to.

Jim shook of the rain drop from his face and I started to fumble with some small talk to thank him... when he leaned over, placed his hand on the back of my head and drew me into the most sensuous kiss I could remember. I didn't resist, I didn't protest, I didn't even act a little shocked! I thrust my tongue into his mouth as he did the same into mine. His lips drifted across my cheek and nibbled my ear, then trailed down my neck as I let out an audible moan.

I knew why in the back of my head. I had been lonely and frustrated with my husband for being so damned busy with his work. Between his traveling, his late meetings and the load of stuff he would bring home every night, there hadn't been an intimate moment between us for 5 or 6 months. I had watched programs on TV about women that cheated on their husbands or had affairs over the internet and I had to admit it had sounded pretty exciting.

Jim's fingers were now expertly undoing the buttons of the shirt I had on and he pushed the material aside as his lips defended further and kissed and licked the tops of my breasts. He pulled the cups of my bra down and swirled his tongue around my nipples as I just leaned back into the seat and allowed my newfound young lover to have his way with me.

The car windows steamed up to the point that you could no longer see out through the thick moisture condensed on the inside of the windows. Jim kept sucking my nipples as his fingers continued unbuttoning the rest of my shirt. My nipples responded to his touch and were soon hard as pencil erasers and I was having sensual feelings and thoughts I had suppressed for months.

His hands fondled my breasts and roamed over my stomach and across the top of my jeans. I knew this was crazy, but my own need for some personal gratification was overwhelming any sense of right and wrong. I caressed the back of Jim's head and pulled him tight against my tits as I arched my back to offer him something that only my husband had seen or touched for the past 18 years.

Finally, Jim broke his contact from my nipples and kissed me on the mouth and said "Follow me!" Before I could say or ask anything, he opened the door and quickly walked to his little BMW. I rubbed the steam off my windshield and my mind was reeling on what to do. My shirt was opened and my bra pulled down exposing my breasts and I knew I should flee before I got deeper into this surrealistic dream.

I pulled my bra up and tried to pull the shirt closed as I started the car and turned the defroster on full blast. As I backed out of the parking stall, I could feel my heart pounding and a wetness between my legs that I hadn't felt for a long time. The rain had subsided a little and I frantically drove around to get behind Jim's BMW.

We drove the opposite way from the direction of my house and after a few minutes, I was in a neighborhood I had never been to before. Jim turned and proceeded down a dirt driveway with trees on either side. There in a clearing with a small house and a detached garage that Jim pulled into and motioned for me to pull in next to him. He opened my door and helped me out of the car and into his embrace. We kissed as our arms encircled each other and I could feel his hardness pressing against my mound through our jeans.

Jim took my hand and guided me toward the house. We got inside and followed him down a hallway and down some stairs into the basement. For whatever reason, I wasn't afraid, I was more starved for attention and sexual satisfaction. It was as if all my day to day routine was meaningless and the responsibility of being a mother seemed like a secondary thing to me right this instant.

There in a room with no windows was a queen-size mattress on the floor. The room was not finished on the ceiling and there was hooks and things bolted into the floor beams overhead. Jim turned and faced me and asked "You okay with this?" very sincerely. Without answering, I stripped off my shirt and unhooked my bra and stood naked from the waist up in front of him. Jim slowly pulled his T shirt up over his head and revealed a chiseled chest and abs covered with dark curly hair. Then he stepped close and grabbed the hair on the back of my head and tilted my head back and kissed me, only hard and forceful this time.

His free hand unbuttoned the top of my jeans and his hand slid down inside my panties. His middle finger curled up into my pussy with ease since the juices had been stirred up ever since the store parking lot. He dragged the wetness out over my slit and pinched the swelling bud of my clit. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as I tilted my hips upwards to allow him to finger me deeper. I groaned as he finger-fucked me and continued thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth.

My hands started to roam over his chest and abdomen. I was feeling like some high school slut that would fuck anyone who wanted to. My right hand drifted down and caressed his swollen cock that was bulging beneath his jeans.

When our mouths finally parted, Jim asked "Do you trust me?" What else could I say after allowing him to accost me in the parking lot and then following him to this house. "Yes, I trust you." I said as I wondered what the consequences of the statement would bring next. His hand withdrew from my panties and he released my hair and walked to a box near the bed. As he turned around, he had a pair of leather wrist belts that had a D ring on them. He took my right hand and fastened one of the belts to it and then did the same to the left one.

I had heard about people into BDSM, but never had I experienced anything more than having my husband blindfold me during a Caribbean vacation one time that resulted in me getting pregnant with our daughter. I was starting to get nervous and ask "What are you going to do?" Jim looked at me, kissed me and answered "I'm going to bring you to sexual heights you've never experienced."

There I was, standing half naked in the basement of a total stranger who promising me something I had been aching for and I didn't hesitate to answer "I want you to." He returned to the box and produced some ropes that he tied one end to the D ring on the wrist straps and then to some eye bolts above my head so I was standing with my arms outstretched and slightly above my shoulders.

Jim came over and knelt in front of me. He unzipped the jeans and pulled them over my hips and down to the floor. He slipped off my shoes and socks and the stood up to ogle my nearly naked body. Only my blue satin panties remained as he circled around me several times and let his fingers lightly touch everywhere around my skin.

I watched as he went to his box of paraphernalia and pulled two more straps from it. He knelt and fastened one around each one of my ankles. Then he got more rope and proceeded to tie my right leg over to my right and the left one to the left so I was standing "spread-eagled" and naked in front of him. My mind was whirling around with sensual thoughts interspersed with fearful ones, and my pussy oozed juices to the point where it was now forming little droplets and covering my slit. Jim took the sides of the panties and jerked them upwards. The narrow strip of material was now flossing up my pussy and he pulled it back and forth causing the material to be pulled thru my damp juices and rub along my clit. Then he pulled them down and left them stretched between my legs down around my knees.

Jim then took a black scarf and blindfolded me and I was in total darkness. The feeling was exhilaration and terror at the same time. I had told him I trusted him, but now I was beginning to wonder. Music now filled the room and masked the sounds of Jim's movements. Then, he stepped up from behind me and cupped my breasts with his hands. I jumped from the sudden contact and I could feel his now naked cock brushing up against my back. His finger and thumb rolled my nipples back and forth until they hardened under his touch. His cock rubbed up against the crack of my ass and I felt his lips kissing the back of my neck, then he was gone from me.

My body ached for more, ached to be touched and kissed and fucked. "Jim" I called out. "Jim, I want you!" I said with more urgency, but there was no response. Minutes went by until I felt something touching me. There was a dildo of some sort being pressed deep inside me. I could feel Jim's fingers manipulating into me deeper and deeper until it was fully inserted and another part of it was pressing against the top of my slit. Then I felt him put some sort of strap around my hips to hold the thing in place. I jumped again as I felt him click the vibrator on and I felt the most amazing thing! The vibrator didn't just buzz and vibrate, but instead it felt like it was twisting and turning up inside me. The little appendage touching my slit was now fluttering like a cat's tongue going a 100 miles and hour over my clit.

I couldn't feel or hear Jim but I was being stimulated in ways I never knew possible. The undulating vibrator inside me seemed to grind and touch just the right areas and the cat's tongue was driving me wild as my clit was stimulated to the point of excess. I pulled at my bindings as I could feel my body building closer and closer to and orgasm. This all felt wonderful, but I wanted the touch of my real lover, not just a mechanical thrill. I knew I was getting closer and closer when I felt Jim's hands behind me, spreading my ass cheeks and thrusting his tongue into my forbidden opening.

My body exploded into the most powerful and wonderful, completely encompassing orgasm of my life. My body shook and contorted for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes. Jim's tongue continued thrusting up inside my ass while my body jolted and contorted against the ropes that held me. I slumped down and was being held by the wrist bands tied to the ceiling, but my legs were so wobbly and weak, I couldn't stand any more.