"Hello?! I'm home!" I shouted as I
threw my keys and purse on the counter. Taking a look around, I
shook my head at the clutter that was scattered across the table
and into the kitchen. Housework never ends, especially with two
kids and two roommates that were just renting a room, and felt no
more effort was needed.
My husband? Well, he
tries. In his own very spoiled way.
"Hello?" I said again,
starting to get curious at the lack of sound in the house.
Normally, I had to stand in front of the television just to get
acknowledgement that I was, in fact, home. This time, though, the
house was completely silent- no television, no bickering
children, not even a breath of a roommate.
Where the Hell was
I peeked into each room
as I passed, heading back to my room to put on my slippers. They
all stood glaringly empty.
As I approached my door,
I noticed a bag on the floor, and a note taped at eye
Curious, I reached for
Take the bag into the
bathroom and change. I will be waiting.
Hmmmm, I thought to
myself. This was very unusual. My husband never planned anything,
claiming spontaneity is the spice of life.
Regardless, I bent, picking up the
surprisingly light bag, and walked slowly to the bathroom. My
mind was racing a mile a minute, and I couldn't seem to slow it
down. Where were the kids? Where were the roommates? What
does my husband have planned?
At that thought, butterflies
fluttered in my stomach, and my breath hitched in
I opened the bag, my eyes widening
a little at the sight of what was within. A small black lace bra
rested on top, one of the one's that barely covered your nipples,
with matching thong underwear. Below that, in sharp contrast, was
a white mesh midriff tank top. Resting on the bottom of the bag
was a small black leather mini-skirt. Along the lines of the bra,
the skirt would barely cover my ass, much less any of my
Nestled on one side of the skirt,
there was a plastic baggie that held makeup. Dark brown eye
shadow, black eyeliner, and fuck-me-red lipstick.
I grinned. Well, maybe the man had
been listening after all!
Taking my time, I stripped out of
my jeans and tee-shirt, then bra and underwear. Naked, I looked
in the mirror, contemplating what would happen in the night
ahead. My nipples puckered at the thought of hot, raunchy sex. My
hands came up to cover my breasts, rubbing my hardened nipples
across my palms. The fluttering butterflies multiplied, making me
Excitement was making me
The makeup was applied first. I
never thought standing naked in front of a mirror applying makeup
could be an erotic thing, but damned if it wasn't. When my arms
brushed against my bare flesh, I got turned on a little bit more.
My ass was bared to the world, making me feel naughty as I bent
forward to see better in the mirror. My makeup finished, I
straightened, looking at my face with a critical eye.
My eyes were green today, and stood
out beautifully with the help of heavily applied eyeliner that
circled my eyes completely. The lipstick shined, making my lips
look full and pouty.
Satisfied, I turned my attention to
my outfit, putting it on as slow as I had undressed. The black
lace thong went on first, then the matching bra. I paused to look
at the set, admitting to myself that they made me feel sexy. The
black leather skirt went on next, sliding up my legs, then
thighs, to come to a rest just below my hipbones. I had been
correct in my assessment that the skirt would barely cover my
ass- Hell, two inches lower and the thin strip of pubic hair that
I kept groomed on a daily basis would be visible. Nice. The
midriff mesh top went on last, completing the look.
I couldn't help but grin wickedly
at the sight of myself; a mother, student, and pre-school
teacher, looking like a stripper.
The only thing missing was…my eyes
rested on a pair of black patent-leather stiletto lace-up boots
that were sitting beside the hamper. Oh, yeah. Now I really would
look like a slut.
I took my time slipping on the
boots, then lacing them up, tying them where they came to a stop,
just below the knee. I sat for a moment, letting my eyes close,
and my mind wander.
My husband had never wanted to play
out this particular fantasy, and damned if I wasn't ready to fuck
him silly for being willing. I was ready for
I smiled, letting my hand wander.
From the top of my boots, up my thighs, circling my clit, which
had began to throb and swell, past my bare midriff, and up to my
breasts. My still hard nipples were clearly visible, poking
through the barely-there bra, and white see-through mesh top. I
pinched both nipples hard, tugging, and rolling, until they were
sensitive to the touch. I was wet enough to soak my thin thong
underwear, and deemed myself ready for whatever it was my husband
had planned for the night ahead.
I opened the bedroom door quietly,
suddenly feeling shy. Although he was willing to play out this
fantasy for my benefit, what if the way I looked didn't turn him
on? Could I handle the rejection?
"Come in." I heard my husband say,
although I didn't immediately see him in the candle lit room.
"Sit down on the chair." For the first time, I noticed a singular
chair sitting in the middle of the room, situated so I would sit
facing the bed. I squinted, trying to make out the outline of my
husband, who was reclining at the top of the bed, legs crossed at
"Sit." He said, his voice abrupt
I hurriedly complied, sitting
daintily on the edge of the chair. What can I say, old habits die
"Scoot back, hook your arms behind
the chair, and spread your legs."
I could only obey, feeling strange
in the position. I heard the bed creek, and suddenly, he was
there, in front of me.
"From this moment on, I will be
referred to as Master. If you are remiss in this, you will be
punished as I see fit. Is that understood?"
I swallowed my sarcastic remark,
which comes naturally to me.
"Yes, what?" He said, his
"Yes, Master." The word felt
foreign on my tongue, but damned if it didn't turn me on.
He moved, circling around me, so
that he was behind the chair. Instinctively, I turned my head to
"Eyes forward, slut." He said the
last word so disgusted that I started to wonder if this whole
scenario was a trick. But, I obeyed, staring straight ahead, at
"You are a slut, aren't
you?" I could only nod, still unsure. "Slut's will do anything.
Will you do anything?"
Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and
pulled, tilting my neck back painfully. Still holding his grip
with one hand, he reached over my shoulder with the other. He
flicked then pinched my nipple, pulling at it sharply. At my
indrawn breath, he let go.
"It wouldn't do to let you get all
the pleasure, now would it?"
I shook my head.
"What was that?"
Then he was in front of me,
kneeling between my legs. I unconsciously spread my thighs wider,
my pussy weeping for touch. He growled at my movement, and
lowered his head until it was right on my lap.
He breathed deeply, and said, "You
really are a slut, aren't you? Already wet and waiting…but what
are you waiting for?"
I opened my mouth to answer.
"Am I going to have to gag you,
bitch? Don't make me. You know very well it was a rhetorical
question. Besides, it would be such a waste to cover up those
He stood so suddenly, I flinched in
response. He moseyed back to the bed, this time sitting at the
edge, so that if my legs weren't spread, our knees would be in
"Touch your pussy." He
The words, if not the voice
surprised me, and I looked at him, slack-jawed. He knew my
shyness when it came to masturbation, and it surprised me that he
would request it.
"Ah, ah, ah! Wanting punishment
already? I told you to touch your pussy…are you going to make me
I started to shake my head, but
then remembered to say, "No, Master" before I brought one hand
around, resting my fingers on my inner knee. Slowly, I let my
fingers run up my thigh until I hit the lace on my thing.
Unconsciously, I spread my legs even wider, and the miniscule
leather skirt hitched up until it was clear of my thighs.
Trepidation was trying to creep in, and I closed my eyes.
"Keep your eyes open, or you will
be punished." His voice brooked no argument, so I opened my eyes.
I searched my husbands face for an indication of what he was
feeling, where this was going. His face was held immobile, yet
his eyes flashed with something…excitement, arousal,
Needing no further prodding, my
first finger slipped beneath the lace, circling my clit, then
easing out. At his indrawn breath, two fingers slipped beneath my
panties. This time I let my fingers glide down my neither lips,
then slide inside my hot, wet pussy. I groaned, then caught
myself, and let my fingers find my clit again.
I watched him as he watched me
masturbate, his arms crossed, his posture the picture of
relaxation. What saved me from melting through the floor in
mortification was the hard on that was clearly visible beneath
his tan slacks.
I brought my other arm around, to
pull the lace aside, giving him full view of what I was doing. I
plucked at my hood, then sunk my fingers into my opening.
Circling, plucking and plunging. I did that until I was panting,
on the verge.
"Enough." He said. I almost
protested, feeling daring in my arousal.
But I stopped, covering my wet cunt
with the lace, and resumed my position of my arms hooked behind
the chair. I was almost quivering with the need to reach
His eyes met mine, and we stared at
each other for a moment, panting. He moved suddenly, pulling me
up from my sitting position. Roughly, he moved me behind the
chair, placed my hands on the back, and pushed a knee between my
"Spread your legs like the slut you
are. You may only close them when I tell you to."
I spread my legs.
Cool air rushed across my back as
he stepped away, but I knew better than to look behind me, to see
what he was doing. After what seemed like an eternity, a strange
sound filled the air, then a flash blinded me for a moment. Over
and over the flash went off, and instead of horror, I found
myself reveling in the moment. I kept my head low, but arched my
back, wanting…no, needing to feel like a slut for the first time
in my life.
The flashing stopped, and I looked
around, trying to see through the spots that were dancing in
front of me.
Then hands were on the back of my
thighs, pushing up the leather until my ass was bared to him. He
caressed my cheeks for a moment, then pulled away. The fist
strike to my cheek made me jump, but the sting made me
"You have been a very bad girl."
Thwack. "Who but a slut would preen like you did in
front of a camera?" Thwack. "Now." Thwack!
Thwack! "Turn around."
I did as he bade, and turned on a
heel. Before I completed the full rotation, his hands caught my
hair, and forced me to my knees. Legs still spread, I sank to the
"Fuck me with your mouth."
Instantly, my mouth was full of his cock. I hid a smile around
the flesh in my mouth; I knew I was damn good at sucking dick. I
preformed every move I knew he liked- sucking on his balls, then
licking all the way up his shaft to his head, slow deep
throating, then quick shallow suction. I did it all, enjoying
every minute of it.
Suddenly, he pulled away from me,
his cock slipping out of my mouth with a pop.
Motionless, I watched as he reached over me to pick something up
off the bed. With a wicked smile, he showed me the blindfold and
bindings that he had in his hands.
My breath hitched in anticipation.
Blind and bound…not knowing what was coming…my pussy clenched at
I waited patiently as he tied the
blindfold, then slipped the binds around my wrists. I licked my
lips, anticipation making me impatient.
When he rubbed the head of his dick
on my mouth, I opened obediently, letting him fuck me as he
wanted. I used my hands, that were still free, to cup his
I almost missed the click of the
camera, but the sound was unmistakable.
"You know I have always loved you
like this…on your knees, with your mouth on my dick,
blindfolded." The camera clicked again. "Fuck yeah…"
I felt him swell impossibly harder,
and waited for the tap that always let me know he was about to
spew. This time, though, nothing came. I made a sound, as if in
"You will swallow me this
time." His words were rough and shaky, being as he was pumping
his cock into my mouth.
Strangely, instead of turning me
off, his insistence made me want him more. In fact, the thought
of his cum shooting down my throat almost made me orgasm then and
"Oh yeah, suck me harder, slut.
Suck my dick…" His hold on my hair tightened, and he fucked my
mouth harder, the head of his dick almost setting off my gag
reflexes. I squeezed the base of his cock with my hand, pumping
in time with my mouth, until he let out a groan, and his warm,
grainy sperm filled my throat.
I swallowed repeatedly, until the
threat of gagging was gone, as with every drop of his cum.
"God, that mouth…Stand up."
He led me to the foot of the bed,
then pushed at my back, so that the upper half of me was laying
on the bed, face down.
"Spread your arms out."
I did as I was told, not caring
that my ass was in the air, nor the vulnerability of my
I felt tugging on the bindings
around my wrist, then heard the ripping of Velcro. The bindings
went tight, one at a time.
"Now spread your legs as wide as
I did. My mini skirt hitched up, so
that most of my cheeks were bare. His touch on my ankle made me
jump, but I understood immediately when he fastened more bindings
from my ankles to the bottom of the bed.
I was spread as wide as I could be,
arms and legs stretched almost to the point of discomfort. I
didn't mind, though. My mind was racing with thoughts of what my
husband would do to me.
It was quiet for so long, I almost
opened my mouth to ask if he was still there. As fun as
punishment would be, I wanted to play by the
I almost screamed in shock when his
palm connected with my ass, filling the room with the sound of
flesh on flesh. Over and over he spanked me, my ass, my thighs,
and even my pussy that had gotten so wet I felt my juices
He stopped so suddenly, I almost
"Shall I tell you what I am going
to do to you, or should I surprise you?" He sounded like he was
talking to himself, aloud. I didn't know if I was supposed to
answer, so I kept silent.
I listened to the sound of his
footsteps as he crossed the room, then heard him pick something
up off the dresser.
"I asked you a question, which you
didn't answer. For your punishment, you will beg me to cum, and
even then, you may only cum when I say so. Is that
I swallowed any other words that
would have come out of my mouth. Instead, I said, "Yes
"Now, do you prefer to know what is
coming, or does it add to your excitement to be
He sounded so serious I couldn't
help but answer honestly. "They both have their advantages. On
one hand, listening to your voice, telling me how you are going
to touch me, or fuck me makes me hot. On the other hand, the
uncertainty of surprise is part of the experience. That makes me
"That was a non-answer. But I will
I felt him as he stood behind me,
so close I could feel the heat coming off him. I could feel his
gaze roam over me, in my prone position. When something sharp and
cold slid across my ass, I stiffened.
"Relax. I won't hurt you." He
whispered, an injection of his true personality.
I relaxed, letting myself go with
He glided the metal in a haphazard
pattern over my ass, down my thighs, then back up to my ass. I
shivered, in excitement and maybe a touch of fear. He took his
time, as if he were fascinated of the sight of the- scissors?
Knife?- caressing my white skin. I drew in a breath as the sharp
end of the instrument slipped between my thong and my skin, right
at my hip.
The lace went taunt, then fell
away. The other side was next, and then I was (mostly) naked from
the waist down.
I lay there for a moment,
breathless. I felt as if I were perched on a very high mountain,
waiting to free-fall.
I arched my back as well as I could
in my position, offering better view.
He chuckled softly. "Impatient, are
"Yes, Master Neal."
At his indrawn breath, I smiled. He
must like hearing his name after being referred to as Master. I
made a mental note to remember that.
Suddenly, I felt his breath on my
thighs. Then his hands were on my hips, rolling them forward,
spreading my pussy lips even further apart. When his tongue
plunged into my opening, I bit my bottom lip against a groan. It
felt so good, his stiff, warm tongue fucking me like I was aching
for his cock to do. His fingers found my already swollen clit,
stroking it, circling it, plucking it.
He must have sensed my nearness to
orgasm, because he stopped, again. I wanted to growl, beg, cry. I
had spent the last hour in the verge of orgasm, with no relief in
I jumped when his finger touched my
other opening, the one that was so rarely touched. It slid in a
millimeter at a time, as he twisted his finger back and forth. My
pussy clenched, as if jealous of my ass.
"Tell me how much you like this,
slut." He whispered next to my ear. I barely heard him through
the pounding in my head.
"I said," There was pleasure/pain
as he pinched the hood of my pussy with his other hand. "Tell me
how much you like me finger fucking your ass."
"Master, I…I want to cum."
"That's not what I asked you." He
spanked me, hard.
I swallowed, pushed through my
shyness and said, "I love the feel of your finger in my ass,
"Good." He released his tight grip
on my clit, rubbing instead, as if in apology. "Now tell me what
you want me to do to you."
I licked my lips. Jumping in with
both feet I said, "First, I want you to play with my nipples.
Pinch and suck on them until they are sensitive." I fell silent,
not sure how to proceed.
"And then I want you to eat my
pussy. While you finger fuck me. Then I want to feel your cock
pumping as deep as it can inside of me."
"Is that all?" He said, sounding
"No. After you ready my ass for
your cock, I want you to fuck me up the ass, like I know you want
Without hesitation, his finger
withdrew from my ass, and both hands slid under my stomach, then
up to my breasts. He pinched and played until I sobbed with the
pleasure/pain. Then, as per instructions, he thrust a finger into
my pussy, then two.
"I can't eat you this way, but
don't worry, you won't do without."
He withdrew completely, coming back
momentarily. I smiled at the sound of a vibrater, buzzing happily
in the room. At the first touch of the vibrater on my clit, I
jumped. He used the toy with skill, almost bring me to orgasm,
again. The vibrater turned off, and simultaneously, there was a
pressure of another toy against my ass.
I held still as he worked the dildo
in, inch by inch. When it slid up and down freely, he switched to
what I assumed was an anal plug, which surprised me- my husband
had been a busy boy. The plug stretched my hole like it had never
been stretched before. The feeling was foreign, but not painful,
and I found myself looking forward to when his cock filled me. I
knew I would be fulfilling a fantasy of his, which made the
experience even more exciting.
The anal plug stopped, fully
submerged. Then I felt the head of my husbands cock touch the
opening of my pussy. The thought of him fucking me with a dildo
in my ass made me groan.
There was no resistance as he sunk
into me, his balls slapping my sensitive clit, then held
I made a strangled sound.
"Not yet. You may not cum until I
He pumped slowly. In and
"Please, Master Neal. I need
He pumped again.
"What? You need to what? Beg me,
Please became a prayer as he fucked me with aching
slowness, until I screamed in demand.
"Please Master- let me cum. I need
With that he pumped
faster, giving me the release I begged for.
The word served as a catalyst. I
lasted only moments more, and the sensation of being filled so
completely made me cum so hard, I held my breath as he fucked me.
My vision went dark, until my spasms subsided.
Before I could recover, the plug
was removed, and the sound of lubricant could be heard. I was
eager as he positioned his cock to my ass, rubbing the opening
with his slick head. Still flying high on my orgasm, I groaned as
the head of his dick worked its way into my opening.
He was vocal as his cock sunk
further, moaning and growling in appreciation. We both hummed as
he sank home, and began pumping. I couldn't hold still, so I
shifted my hips back and forth a little, creating more
"Oh, God." He groaned,
I grinned as I felt him
come, his cock pulsing with pleasure.
He stood for a moment,
breathing heavy, then slipped from me. While he leaned over me to
release my wrists, he whispered in a raspy accent, "Next time,
wench, we'll play surrender your booty."