Sexy BDSM Collaring Stories - Volume Five - An Xcite Books Collection

Published by Xcite Books Ltd 2012

These stories first appeared in Hot Under The Collar published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2011

Copyright © Xcite Books Ltd 2011

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Pegging Stu
by Beverly Langland

My husband’s birthday surprise from me was a buxom, long-legged young blonde. I invited Karen to help us celebrate Stuart’s 35th birthday on a whim. The decision was mine alone. As my sex slave, Stuart didn’t have a vote. Not that I expected him to complain, even if I had removed his ball-gag. He is, to put it bluntly, a big sissy.

In matters of sex, I have always preferred to remain in control. That’s why I always fell for weak men, I suppose. Submissive men, like Stu. I made the terms of our marriage clear before I accepted Stuart’s proposal. We had been dating long enough for him to get the gist, but I felt it only right that I spell out my terms. Our courtship had been fun, but it became obvious to us both that I needed more than Stuart’s weak acceptance. I wanted total control. If I were to agree to marry him, he would have to agree to become my house slave. Before you ask, I do love Stuart, but I could not accept anything other than his total devotion.

Not that ours is a one-sided relationship. Stuart gets his kicks from the humiliation I bestow on him, while I get mine from the control and power I exert over him. Sometimes this means treating him badly. Not all the time, of course. Only in the bedroom. Only for sexual gratification. At least, that’s how it started. In the bedroom. I don’t think either of us anticipated how far our strange relationship would develop; how far it would encroach into our everyday lives. Take Stuart’s slave collar for instance. People were bound to ask, weren’t they? Or the cot bed we set up in the “nursery”.

Our secret world kept building, kept developing. We are fortunate that Stu works from home, which allows us plenty of scope. Yet, there was only so far I could take the concept on my own.

It wasn’t so much that Stuart had grown used to my bullying, but more that our role play had grown a little stale. I decided I needed an accomplice. A woman preferably. I was uncomfortable with the idea of allowing a dominant male into our world. Yet, I needed a woman of like mind; a woman who would help Stu and I play out our fantasies. I found Karen via a “fem dom” website. A local girl, Karen has a fantastic figure, a little too heavy on top perhaps, but with her height, she carries the weight well. We met first in a trendy café in town. To be honest, I found the whole situation bizarre. Outwardly, we were just two women having lunch, yet our conversation would have made two sailors blush.

As we ate our sandwiches, I told Karen of my sex life, of Stu’s submissive tendencies. I included things I had never discussed with anyone other than Stu. Yet it felt like a cathartic release to tell someone at last. Karen listened. She didn’t pale. She didn’t flinch, or think me perverted. In fact, I soon discovered that Karen wasn’t in a position to judge. Karen told me her “preferences”. She wasn’t currently in a stable relationship. I empathised. I remembered how difficult it was to find a truly submissive man. Anyway, I explained my idea of a birthday present for Stu. Karen offered to play the part. Of course, I realised that Karen had her own agenda, her own reasons for agreeing, but I decided I would face them when they appeared.

Karen and I spoke several times on the phone, but we never met again until Stu’s birthday. I was so excited! I simply couldn’t believe I was actually going to go through with it. I kept the surprise from Stu, of course, but he sensed I had something special planned, and he caught some of my excitement.

On the big day, I had Stu dress in his “baby girl” clothes, a short flimsy translucent negligée with pretty pink panties. I had read stories of women dressing their men like this to take them out of their comfort zone   to feminise   to detract from their masculinity. Stu hated wearing the pink panties in particular, but that didn’t stop his cock hardening each time I made him put them on. So much so, that it often became difficult to keep his erection contained within the tight sheer fabric. I had him wait in the naughty corner, facing the wall while I prepared for our guest. A glance at the clock showed that I had an hour to kill before Karen’s arrival. That gave me plenty of time for a leisurely bath before I dressed. I also had a few glasses of wine to steady my nerves. An hour was a long time to keep Stu waiting in the naughty corner, so I carried a gift-wrapped box and set the present at his feet to appease him somewhat. I knew Stu was dying to find out what was inside the box. I had dropped clues all day, but I wouldn’t let him peek. He had to wait.

Karen arrived right on time. I answered the door, first peering through the peephole to make sure the neighbours were not watching, my heart beating wildly in anticipation. Karen looked more anxious than I felt, but then she had placed her trust in my hands. To my surprise, she arrived in denims and T-shirt. I don’t know why that surprised me, or what I had expected her to wear. What does a young woman wear to a pre-arranged sexual encounter? I had put on what I call my ‘bad girl’ outfit   knee-high boots, short leather skirt and a laced leather bodice. I noticed the awe on Karen’s face as she took in my outfit, or maybe it was merely surprise at seeing me in a new light   the ubiquitous business suit I had worn when we first met now neatly stored away in a different compartment of my wardrobe. In truth, I felt a little silly when Karen arrived in denims, but she allayed my fears by telling me how wonderful I looked. Then she leant forward and gently kissed me on the lips. I was   I must say   a little taken aback and I simply stood there, rather tight lipped, until she had finished. I don’t think until that moment I had fully realized the implications of inviting Karen into our private life. I knew the young woman liked me   a lot, it appeared. She had made that plain at our rendezvous. I suppose I must have known the truth about Karen; after all, she had explained her previous experience. Maybe that was the reason why she had agreed to our meeting. It did seem incredibly fortunate that she liked submissive men. Perhaps I had read her wrong completely. Perhaps she simply preferred dominant women.

I asked Karen if she wouldn’t mind changing into different clothes   for Stu’s sake. For the evening to go as I had planned I wanted Karen to appear – well, like something from hell. I let her have the pick of my play clothes. I must say that once she had changed Karen certainly looked the part, though more like a fallen angel in fishnet stockings and a tight leather skirt. She wore her own top, but it was obvious that she had removed her bra. I reiterated the basic plan, which was for her to humiliate my husband. As I said, Stu got off on that sort of thing, but until that moment, I had been the only person to know. I realised introducing Karen was a huge risk.

When we were ready, I held Karen’s hand and led her into the living room, pausing in the doorway while she took in the sight of Stu waiting patiently in his naughty corner. I had told Karen all she needed to know about my sexual relationship with my husband. She had listened, but looking at her gaping jaw, I don’t think she truly believed all I had said. Stu is a true submissive. My sex slave   at least on weekends. I watched a blush rise on Karen’s face as she took in the sight of my husband dressed in pink. Karen had such a lovely blush that for a moment I questioned my decision not to have her strip naked.

‘Stu, this is Karen, a friend of mine.’

‘Hello, Stuart.’

I could see Stu’s shoulders tense when he realised I wasn’t alone. You could almost see the shivers run along his spine. I resisted making him turn around right away, wanting instead to build the anticipation and tension. I squeezed Karen’s hand, offering her some reassurance. Not that she needed any. One look at her face and I could tell all her anxiety had dissolved. She was like a nervous actress led to the stage, only for her to bloom once the lights came up. She had a gleam in her eye, perhaps relishing the opportunity I had given her to dominate my husband. I’m afraid we let Stu brew for some time, before I eventually commanded him to turn around. The poor soul tried his best not to look at Karen, but he couldn’t resist a furtive glance in her direction. Obviously, he approved for his cock strained against the material of his sheer panties. I could see a small tell-tale wet patch where his precome had soaked through the thin fabric.

‘While Karen is in
my
house you are to afford her the same privileges as you afford me. Do you understand?’ It was a small piece of theatrics but it set the scene.

Unable to talk because of the ball-gag in his mouth, Stu simply nodded his head. Karen took her cue and stepped forward. ‘OK, you putrid little worm, the first thing we need to do is to get rid of
this
distraction.’ On the word “this”, Karen grabbed hold of Stu’s cock. ‘But first, a little lesson in obedience. Turn around and place your hands on the wall.’

Stu hesitated a moment. It was a moment too long for Karen. She dug her fingernails into his cock-flesh and gave him a cold smile. ‘Right now,’ she growled, ‘I don’t like delays!’ Stu realised she was deadly serious and dutifully took up a position against the wall.

When Karen’s palm hit his arse, Stu yelped. My punishments had mainly taken the form of denial   not allowing him sexual gratification. Spanking was something new. Karen swatted him repeatedly, hard slaps alternating from buttock to buttock, the flimsy panties offering Stu no protection against the pain. Fortunately, his erection didn’t seem to care   the harder Karen hit him, the harder his cock became, until the bulge poked open-mouthed out of the top of his panties. ‘Well, Stuart,’ Karen said when she saw his enlarged state, ‘I guess that wasn’t the right lesson for you. Turn around and take off those panties before you ruin them!’ Stu looked from Karen to me, no doubt wondering in what new hell he had found himself. Still, he hurried to obey.

‘OK, let’s try something else,’ Karen said. She fell to her knees, took Stu’s erection in hand and kissed the dew-covered tip. ‘Wow, you are a big girl,’ she said. ‘I’m going to enjoy sucking this.’ Stu’s eyes grew wide when he realised what Karen intended. ‘Happy birthday,’ I said, for this was a rare treat indeed. I don’t mind falling to my knees occasionally, but generally object on the grounds of the submissive position it places me in. Karen didn’t seem to mind the duplicity of her actions. Nor did Stu! As she took more of him into her mouth, he closed his eyes   in bliss, no doubt. Yes, I felt a little jealous watching Karen suck my husband’s cock, but my jealousy was nothing compared with how horny watching them together had made me. It had taken some time to put my plan together, so I had visualised this encounter many times. I thought giving Stu away would excite me, but I never realised quite how much. I undid the zip of my skirt and slipped my hand inside my panties, feeling my wet, bloated lips. I ran my finger between them, before curling it inside. I held the digit there while I continued to watch, wanting desperately to finger myself, but wanting to wait also.

Karen appeared to be experienced at giving head, and by the moans escaping from Stu he certainly enjoyed the feel of Karen’s hot mouth. Occasionally she would take the full length of him into her throat, her painted lips touching Stu’s shaven groin. It seemed strange seeing Karen on her knees in front of my husband. I watched her breasts jiggle as she worked her mouth on Stu, the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra now far more obvious. Don’t ask me why that simple observation affected me. I suppose it turned her into a living sexual being. Of course I realised   I expect Karen did too   that our relationship would eventually become sexual. Yet, until that moment, I hadn’t realised how much I looked forward to exploring that aspect of our arrangement. I suppose it was watching her breasts while I idly masturbated that brought the message home.

Stu’s eyes started to glaze and his constant moans were surely a precursor to an orgasm. Karen thought so too, for she stopped sucking for a moment. ‘Don’t you dare come in my mouth,’ she said with some authority. This instruction only made Stu groan louder. He became agitated, so I knew he was fighting the rising tide, all the while imagining what his punishment would be should he fail, no doubt. It didn’t come to that. Karen stopped sucking again. This time she removed her T-shirt, revealing her full breasts and the hard nipples that stood proud. With my silent permission, she untied Stu’s hands. ‘You may come on my tits,’ she said, leaning back on her arms.

I watched, eyes fixed on those beautiful breasts and the elongated nipples, while Stu took hold of his cock and started to masturbate furiously. My own efforts resumed as I anticipated my husband’s semen spurting over Karen’s tits. Stu didn’t disappoint. It didn’t take long before a stream of semen flew through the air and landed high on Karen’s right breast, followed by several shorter spurts until Stu could continue no more. Covered in spunk Karen’s breasts were not, but Stu had produced a fair amount. Enough for the next part of his humiliation. By this time, I had second-guessed Karen’s next move and decided to give in to the throbbing of my clitoris. I removed my skirt and panties, and then I lay back on the sofa and increased the sensation by adding another finger to the first. I curled them both inside, pushing both fingers deep inside my cunt, revelling in the wicked feeling of holding them there while Karen watched. I wondered what she thought of me. Did she believe me to be a middle-aged slut? Did she desire me? Could she tell that at that moment, with my fingers working hard to take me to a climax, I desired her?

Stu remained where he stood, his limp cock hanging forlornly against his thigh. Karen called him over by crooking her finger. ‘You nasty little bitch,’ she said. ‘Look what you’ve done! Now get over here and clean up this mess. Come on. Put that tongue to good use!’

Stu did as Karen commanded. He glanced at me, seeing how I was getting off on his humiliation. I looked him straight in the eye. We both knew what we were, and were comfortable with it. Bringing Karen into our secret little world had definitely spiced up our love life, but I wondered had I fully understood the consequences? Stu fell to his knees, and crawled towards Karen’s spunk-smeared tits. She removed his gag, and Stu stuck his tongue out to capture a glob of semen running over Karen’s nipple. This wasn’t the first time Stu had tasted his own semen, but this time was different, for he had never done it in front of anyone other than me. Karen let out an understated moan as Stu’s tongue swept over her nipple. The sound of her pleasure was too much for me. I drew my fingers up to my clitoris and rubbed until I couldn’t bear to touch my nubbin any more. My orgasm swept over me, and through my half-closed eyes, I saw Karen smile. For me, perhaps, or because Stu was doing such a great job of cleaning her breasts.