He heard the front door open and a tingle of titilation went through
him. Then she stepped into the living room : a gorgeous creature with
long dark hair. She stood with hands on hips, watching him finish his
tasks, clad in the white silk blouse and neat black skirt she had worn
that day to the office where she was a rising young executive. She had
a look of disapproval on her face as she stepped across the freshly
vaccuumed carpet and dropped into an easy-chair.

“I’m tired, Joe,” she sighed. “it’s been a hard day, one conference
after another. And some of my underlings are no better than you.
Inefficient. I have to do everything myself.” He nodded, shutting off
the vaccuum cleaner as she motioned for him to set it aside and come
to her. “Remove my shoes,” she snapped, “and then massage my feet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, hurrying over and addressing her in the
form she most liked to hear. It thrilled him just to say those words,
the submissive words of a love slave, and he was soon on his knees at
her feet.

With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion, Joe lifted
one of the feet Stephanie offered him and caressed the well-polished
shoe. He removed it,setting it aside, then took the stockinged foot
in the palm of his hands. This was the finest prize he could imagine
as he stroked the smooth foot, admired the perfect form, then bent to
bestow a worshipful kiss.

Stephanie moved forward in the chair, raising her black skirt as she
did so,then parting her legs. “Get your head between my thighs,
Slave,” she ordered him, “and eat my pussy.”

It was involuntary movement as Joe nodded in submission, setting down
her foot to bend his body towards his wife. As she moved closer to the
edge of the chair he pressed his face between the smooth, white pillars
of her thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of her passion. His
lips touched the soft mat of pubic curls that covered the clefted little
mound of her pussy and the fragrance of her juices increased so strongly
that he suddenly thrust his tongue deep into her cunt and swallowed her
juices. The more Joe licked his wifes pussy, the hotter it felt and her
juices were flowing even more. He could hear her softly moaning above
him as he lapped away in her marvelous twat.

He felt her quiver with a mild orgasm, and when that had passed he
heard her speak. “Undress me, Joe,” she commanded; and it was an order
that never failed to excite him further.

He came up from between her thighs with trembling fingers and reached
or the buttons that ran down the front of her white silk blouse. He
undid them carefully, seeing the bulging white curves of her breasts as
the garment parted. She stood, nearly kicking him aside as she did so,
and let the blouse fall over the soft curves of her shoulders. Her
large, shapely breasts jiggled enticingly as he stared up at them. He
put his moist fingers in the waistband of her black skirt, then pulled
it down over her slender ankles, and she stood before him nearly naked,
wearing only a black and red garter belt and the nylon stockings it
suspended.

“Get my red negligee, Slave, “Stephanie said.

“Yes, mistress,” he replied gladly, scrambling for the bedroom, his
cock a stiff stick in his pants, impeding his progress.

He returned with her finest negligee; and as he stood tall in the
middle of the living room he placed it reverently over her voluptuous
body. In her high heels she seemed to tower over him, her perfect
breasts bobbing beneath the see-through material of her negligee. The
rest they were able to do without speech, and soon Stephanie was seated
on their tan leather couch, legs and negligee parted, feet propped up
for comfort.

Joe knew what to do without being told. As Stephanie leaned back,
relaxing after her hard days work, her husband knelt between her legs
and pressed his aching mouth to the split mound of her pussy. His
tongue was like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the inner lips
of her pussy, then stimulating the pink nubbin of her clit. He had her
moaning with pleasure as he lapped the juices from deep inside her wet
pussy.

When they were done, she ordered him to stand; and that’s when she
noticed the stiffness of his rod. It tented out the front of his slacks,
poking up the white apron that covered his front.

“Drop you pants,” she ordered in a scolding tone of voice. “Look at
that lump in your pants, it’s disgraceful.”

Afire with lust and excitement, Joe undid the buckle of his belt,
unzipped his pants and slowly lowered them to the floor. His rod sprang
free, huge and stiff and wavering in front of the tall imperious woman.
Stripping for her always excited him, made him feel somehow like a little
boy dropping his drawers before a beautiful woman teacher.

Once his pants were off, Stephanie rose and stood over him in her high
heeled shoes. He knelt, looked up at the spread lips of her pussy and
quickly went to work. His tongue was moving as rapidly as a piston in a
stock car as he licked her cunt lips up and down, then stimulated her
clit some more. When she had come, she ordered him to the couch, where
he sat with his rod sticking straight up from his naked lap.

She came to him and straddled his legs, parting her thighs widely as
she settled into his lap. His huge cock poked apart the delicate lips of
her pussy, and as she lowered her body to his the entire shaft of his
cock slid up her sheath. She rode slowly up and down on his dick, fucking
him, arousing him madly. His prick was so long that her upstroke brought
her from his lap to nearly a standing position, and when she went back
down again to engulf his bone, she shuddered from the feeling.

She fucked him like that till she wanted some different stimulation on
the inside of her pussy, then carefully worked her way around till her
back was to him. Obediently he sat there letting his wife control the
movements of the fuck, his rod a stiff pole for his wifes pleasure.

When she was through using him in that manner she rose off him, his
huge cock drawing slowly out of the wet slit of her cunt. She perched
on the arm of the couch and ordered him to rise. Joe got up, his rod
sticking straight out, and he swung around in front of her. Then, as she
sat with one foot propped up, she had him stand in between her thighs,
probe into her pussy with the long shaft of his cock, and then fuck
gently in and out of her pussy. She was moaning with pleasure, sighing
with another orgasm, as he stroked in and out of her hot, tight hole.

“Now I want you to really fuck me good, husband,” she said with a
pleased smile as he drew his rod from her pussy.

She got up and went to the couch, positioning herself on her hands
and knees. Joe knew what to do. This was one of the most exciting ways
for them to fuck, a position that thrilled them both. He sat on the
couch behind her, his rod between her thighs and into the tight channel
of her pussy from the rear. Gripping her waist, he began to slide into
her. His cock filled her whole tightly, the hotly lubricated channel of
her sweet young cunt.

He fucked her again and again, till she came loudly, then dropped flat
to the couch. She was on her stomach for a long while, and when she awoke
it was to order him into the bedroom.

Their bed chamber was a seductive room, with rust-hued walls and a
gorgeous bronze-like bedspread. They were quickly naked, except for
Stephanies garter belt and nylons, then lounged on the large bed. She
wanted some more of that doggie-style fucking that Joe was giving her
on the couch, so she got on her hands and knees and ordered him to fuck
her. Gladly, her husband got in behind her on the bed on his knees and
stuck his rod up her cunt from behind. Then he shoved it in and out,
battering her shapely buttocks with his loins as he fucked her harder
and harder.

When he withdrew, Stephanie rolled over onto her back, pulling him on
top of her. His body was coated with sweat, his forehead beaded with
dewy perspiration and his rod as stiff as it had ever been in his life
as he mounted her. She tossed her head, moaning softly as he felt his
dick penetrate the soft barrier of her pussy. He was over her like a
real man now, aroused again to a fever pitch of maddened lust. He was
pounding his cock into her tight hole, fucking into her as hard as he
could, pistoning his pole as rapidly as possible.

He knew he couldn’t hold his come much longer, and even though he
jerked his dick out of her pussy in an effort to control it, he shot
off all over her stomach and everywhere. Stephanie loved it as she
felt burst after hot burst of his sticky cum splatter on her belly
and tits.

They lay panting on the bed for some time, then rose and went to the
bathroom where they both washed themselves clean. They returned to the
bed chamber, as Stephanie threw on her negligee again. Together, they lay
in each others arms on the soft, bronzed bedspread, talking about the
lovemaking that had gone on before. They both agreed that it had been
good, at least as good as any time in the past. And the more they talked,
the more aroused they became again.

Joe’s cock wasn’t hard enough for him to fuck her again, but there was
another way he could please his wife, and he suggested it! (Major
accomplishment here, everyone give him a big hand). Soon she was on her
back on the bed, her negligee wide open, her thighs spread to bare her
pussy. Joe got on his stomach between her legs and pressed his lips to
her cunt lips. Soon he was sucking gently, and it wasn’t long before she
was quaking from another orgasm. He continued his pleasant task, till
Stephanie laid back, still and satisfied.

Then Joe turned over onto his back, his dick semi-hard, fairly begging
to be sucked back to full length. When his wife roused from the wonderful
stupor induced by his cunt-lapping, she got over his cock and fiddled with
it. The more she played with it the harder it got, till finally she slid
her lips over the head. It swelled up in her mouth, hardening as she
sucked,and in time her lips were gliding up and down the length of his
raging hard-on. She sucked for a long time, because he was able to control
himself for quite a while.

At last he came, shooting off and hitting the roof of her mouth with
his cum. She parted her lips, letting the stuff roll out. She loved the
taste of Joe’s cum in her mouth, loved the sensation of the stuff rolling
over her lower lip.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed
her bag of toys and led me down to the basement where we had
stored my famous torture stool. Once there she put leather cuffs
on my wrists and fastened them behind my back. She dragged the
stool out to the center of the basement play area and sat me in
it. Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw
eyes about 7′ off the floor on the walls on either side of the
stool I was sitting in. The other ends of the ropes had snap
hooks which she attached to the cuffs on my wrists after releas-
ing them from behind my back. As she tightened the ropes, draw-
ing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she wanted to be
able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my
chest. She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I
was in trouble. Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my
ankles back along the sides of the stool as high as she could.
It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she soon had a fix
for that. She put a 3″ wide leather strap across my back below
my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and
buckled it behind my head. Standing on the rungs of the stool,
she attached a length of rope to an overhead screw eye and then
tied the other end to the D ring on the strap across my back.
She attached another piece of rope to the D-ring but just let it
hang behind me. Now I was curious, I was certain she was going
to attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had
done with her.

My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my
mouth. Now that I was quite helpless to change the course of the
evening she promised me that my ordeal would be something that I
wouldn’t soon forget. She slowly removed her clothes while
fondling my body and stroking my pussy. When she was completely
naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my
10″ dildo and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and
sat in it. She told me that if I squirmed around and brought
myself to orgasm that my next orgasm would be with her working on
my breasts with a riding crop. Sliding down into the chair, she
put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good view
of her pussy. While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into
her pussy and began fucking herself with it while fingering her
clit. As she worked on herself she went into vivid detail about
what it was going to be like to be tickle tortured in my current
position. I was beginning to wonder how good an idea it was to
let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way to
a feeling of apprehension. It wasn’t long before she had brought
herself to orgasm. When she had calmed down she got out of the
chair, picked up a small wooden dowel and came over to me holding
up the moist dildo and telling me that it was now my turn. She
reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up under me
until the tip was touching my pussy lips. Using two fingers to
part my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought
it wouldn’t go any further then she pushed it a little deeper.
Taking the dowel, she pinned the dildo into place on the under-
side of the stool. I now knew what she had felt like when I had
put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles
to grip the dildo that was impaling me. She laughed at the
expression on my face and told me that that was just a start.

From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6″ dildo on it,
the gag was designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free
to be used for fucking. At first I couldn’t see why she would
use a gag like that on me since I was in no position to use the
dildo on her. Then out came the tube of KY and as she began
greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out. She was going to put
it in my ass! I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled
anyway. She seemed to love my reaction and with a wicked grin
she moved around behind me carrying the greased dildo. I tried
to rock my weight back so she couldn’t get to my asshole but she
put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I felt
the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass. I knew from experience
that fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my
struggling and relaxed and let her slid the dildo into my ass.
When she had it completely in me she used a leather thong to tie
the gag to the top of the stool. She then tied the rope hanging
from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to
me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full
effect of both dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up
off the stool. I was now completely stuffed, I could feel the
two dildos rubbing against each other within my body. My feeling
of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still vividly remember
Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her. She stood
in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she
wanted me to know what it was going to be like when I struggled
and reached forward and tickled my ribs. I had never been fucked
in my ass and pussy at the same time before and the feeling of
both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was like nothing
I imagined. She said I should see the look on my face when I
moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the
directors chair in front of me. She peeled the tape off my
mouth, stepped up on a rung on the stool and kissed me then
pointed to the feather and said “Think about it lover”. I was
already begging as she left the basement.

She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen
as I had done with her. The time alone was quite effective, it
gave me an opportunity to see just how helpless I was and to
think about all the things she could do to me in this position.
I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had been
careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded
me of the dildos that were in me. When she returned she told me
she wasn’t going to gag me yet. She wanted to hear me scream the
way she had screamed and when I got too loud she would use the
same technique I did with the inflatable gag. Then she remarked
that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous? Using the
long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite
my pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs. By the
time she had reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I
couldn’t see, I was laughing hysterically and bouncing around on
the dildos that impaled me. Before she could get to my ribs I
had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out. At this
point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag. She made a
show of making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that
I had tortured her through six orgasms and that I still had 5 to
go. I refused to let her put the gag in my mouth and tried to
bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo from my ass I’d
let her gag me. This didn’t work very well, she stepped around
behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back
until she could force the gag in. After strapping the gag on she
changed to a short stiff feather and started in on my ribs. I
had completely lost any sense of time, all I was aware of was the
feather traveling over my ribs and up into my arm pits, the
dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body
and my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good
laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass
cheeks and the crack of my ass. Finally she changed to a small
paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we
had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully fill my mouth
and let me know that she hadn’t forgot about my feet and toes.
When she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn’t
think straight, I couldn’t scream through the gag and I couldn’t
control the spasms running through my body. My eyes were so
teared that I couldn’t see, my awareness was limited to the brush
traveling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me, the uncon-
trollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body
and blurs of color in front of my eyes.

The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I
wasn’t sure how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had
several violent ones. When my eyes cleared she was standing in
front of me watching me. She ran her hands over my sweaty body
and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me and
that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that
she should use it. She untied the small dildo from the stool and
removed it from my ass then she unpinned the larger one and slid
it out of me. I was getting quite sore and I was glad to have
the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she might have in
mind for me. Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my masochis-
tic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some
pain. Out of her bag of toys she produced a Japanese sewing
clamp to which she attached a short leather thong then she at-
tached a spring and a large weight to the other end of the thong.
She held the clamp with its attachments up in front of my eyes
and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me before.
Nodding “yes”, I closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was
next. When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn’t
help but remember the time she had tied me standing spread eagle
and attached a clamp with a weighted spring to my clit then
whipped me. She was very gentle when she closed the clamp on my
clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung
off the edge of the stool. But I knew that when I started to
struggle again the bouncing weight would take its toll on my
clit. I knew she was going to whip me but I wasn’t prepared for
the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that she produced from
her bag. It had been a while since she had really inflicted
heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times.

Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn’t ready
for the pain the tubing could inflict. When the first lash
landed across the exposed part of my ass I think I screamed
louder than ever before. Everytime I jerked from a lash of the
whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight
and spring. She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass
while telling me how much my struggles and muffled screams excit-
ed her. When she stepped around in front of me I could see that
she was working on her clit with her left hand and I knew she
would work me over until she came. She brushed my left breast
with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head “no”.
When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the
most violent orgasms I think I’ve ever had. I don’t remember
struggling very much while she continued whipping my breasts, I
just remember the sound of the whip, the pain in my breasts and
my screaming. She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to my
left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to
orgasm and collapsed into the chair in front of me. I think the
weighted clamp on my clit was wasted at this point, I hardly
noticed its tugging during the whipping, all my senses were
centered on the impact of the tubing with my breasts. Having
your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is some-
thing a woman will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left
but the pain is tremendous.

When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit,
the gag from my mouth and took me down off the stool. I was so
weak and sore I could hardly walk. She helped me up the stairs
and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned up downstairs and
took a shower in the other bathroom. When she returned she
dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to
bed. That was several days ago and I’m still sore from the
ordeal she put me through. As I said before, I’m not much into
inflicting pain on Alex but I’m considering giving her a taste of
her own medicine. I’m still looking for a few good ideas but now
I’m willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic
than tickling although probably nothing too serious. Any good
ideas out there??