"You won't ever get away with this." she said defiantly. That really pissed me off.

 "To hell I won't, whore!" I violenty grabbed her by her hair and slammed her onto the floor. Tears began to flow steadlily from her eyes. I jerked her shirt over her head and tore off her pants. She was wearing a black lacy demi bra and sexy hipster panties. I eagerly reached for the clasp of her bra and jerked it off. I then laid my eyes on a beautiful pair of young tits . They were firm and perky, and full and round in shape. I pinched her lovely strawberry nipple hard, making her wince. I then moved on to my grand prize. I whipped her underwear off and exposed to most maginifecent pussy I had ever laid my eyes on.

 "Spread your legs." I demanded. She relunctantly did as she was told. Her pussy had small, perfect lips and was blushing pink. It was completly hairless. I Began to stroke my finger down it, making her sweet juices start to flow. I knew it was the right moment. I jerkingly flipped her over on her knees and told her to stick her ass in the air. She looked so sexy like that.

 "Don't move bitch, or I'll kill you right now." I unzipped my pants and slid off my boxers in front of her where she could see me. My 11 inch rock hard cock fell out. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw it. I smiled.Â

 "How do you like that, whore?" I moved behind her and positioned my cock agaisnt the entrance of her young pussy. Its black color looked so sexy next to her pink cunt. Without warning her I rammed in, bursting her cherry. She gave a loud scream. I nearly came right then. I loved popping young girls' cherrys, it felt so good on my cock.

 "Ohhhhh daaammmnnn bitch, you're sooo motherfuckin tight!" I said with a groan. Her tiny young pussy stretched to its limits around my monster cock. I felt like I was ripping her apart, and I loved it. I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked a pussy in my life. Her young body was slammed onto the floor as I thrusted in and out of her. It didn't take long for me to cum. My massive load spurted straight up her pussy.  She let out a loud pleasurable scream. We both collapsed on the floor. I laid there for a few seconds squeezing her tit and then popped my cock out of her tortured pussy with a loud squelch and stood up.

 "That was amazing, you slut. I can't wait for next time." I left her lying on the floor and left the room to clean my bloody cock.

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On our honeymoon my husband was gentle with me. Our love making was passionate and exciting. He gave me tremendous pleasure and introduced me to the extreme joy of multiple orgasms produced by his hands, tongue and penis. Once I was able to accommodate his large member inside me without discomfort, he told me that it was time to begin our journey of development of our lovemaking into the complete surrender of a wife to the pleasure of her husband. Exactly 7 days after our marriage the first Saturday had arrived for my maintenance. After a delightful lunch in our hotel we returned to our room where he told me to take of my clothes and take a shower. Dried and glowing with expectation and nervousness I returned to the bedroom where my naked husband gestured to me to take my position over his knees. He kissed me gently on the neck and the next thing I knew was a terrible stinging pain in my left buttock. I screamed and kicked out my feet in reflex action. I heard a harsh "keep still and quiet" before a second stroke hit me equally hard on my right buttock.

I bit my lip and held myself rigid until on the sixth stroke I could contain it no longer and I cried out as my tears dropped from my face. As the next stroke came down I put my hand in the way and stopped it from fully completing its blow.

He stopped and in a calm voice he told me to get off his knee and kneel before him. I did as instructed and my husband said. "For interfering in your maintenance you will receive two punishment strokes with my belt on your bottom. You punishment is lenient as this is your first spanking, but future transgressions will be dealt with more severely."

He told me to place myself in a kneeling position with my bottom in the air and my forehead on the floor in the position that my father had told him I knew. With my tears blurring my vision, I did as I was told while he took his belt from the trousers on the bed. The two lashes on my sore bottom hurt beyond description.

During my childhood my father had spanked me with his hand and even caned me when I had been especially naughty, but I now realised that my womanly duties would be much harder to bear.

I was then made to get back onto my husband's knee and receive the remaining four strokes of his hand. This I did without further sound or movement.

At the end of the maintenance my husband kissed me passionately and held me in a loving embrace. He told me that he loved me dearly and he believed that our marriage would be wonderful. Feelings of love swept over me in wave after wave as the fierce stinging in my bottom turned to heat and glow. I could feel that he was very aroused. He told me to kneel again and as I did so his hugely erect member seemed to fill the whole of my tearful vision. He told me to clasp my hands behind me and open my mouth. Taking a handful of my hair he positioned my head and drew my open mouth onto his penis until it filled my mouth fully.

My husband gently explained to me that on this first occasion I should suck and lick his penis until he removed it. I was to use my mouth to stimulate him as much as I could. I must minister to his member as if I were worshipping it with all the devotion that I could raise. My aim was to be to love the presence of it in my mouth as much as I loved to kiss his mouth. I must desire to meet every possible want of the penis with my mouth as I desired to have it work my vagina to orgasm. He said that in the future he would ejaculate into my mouth and that my throat would receive it in the same way as my vagina, but on this first occasion I could just suck and lick.

My mouth was stretched and my jaw ached as I worked feverishly to carry out these orders. All the time my mind was racing with the thoughts of what was to come. Could this really be possible? How could this huge thing get into my throat, and how could I possibly have it spurt into my mouth? Were these things normal and could I cope with them?

While I worked my mouth as best I could my husband started to move my head back a forth a little from the hold he had on my hair. Soon he was groaning. He pulled my head away, threw me face down onto the bed and entered my vagina from behind. We both climaxed violently and the coolness of his belly against by scorching bottom was pure heaven.

He started on a daily programme of oral training as soon as we returned home from the honeymoon. Each day after dinner in the evening, I removed all my clothes and knelt before him in his chair. I was instructed to undo his clothing and take his soft penis into my mouth. I then kissed, licked and sucked it until it became erect. At this stage my husband took my head and told me to clasp my hands behind my back. He moved my mouth up and down on him, telling me to continue using my tongue and sucking. He explained that he was going to push into my throat and when I felt the head of his penis there I must make a swallowing action to allow it to enter easily. He told me that I would gag at first, but with repeated effort I would be able to receive him fully. He tried two or three times on that first occasion, but my throat reacted violently each time causing me to cough and choke and bringing tears to my eyes.

After about thirty minutes of this training, in which there were long periods of me being allowed to suck gently without my throat being tested, he said that he was ready to ejaculate. Not knowing at all what to expect I froze until my husband said "you may as well get used to the taste right away" and I knew that he was going to do it in my mouth. Even so, it was a great shock a few seconds later to feel his penis pulsating and for my mouth to be flooded with semen as he held my head firmly in place. I coughed and some of it splashed out from around my lips and onto his clothing.

My husband lifted my head away. After telling me to look up with my mouth open so that he could see, he commanded me to swallow. I did so although I found it very difficult that first time. My mouth seemed full of stickiness and it would not go down easily.

I was punished for soiling my husband's clothing, but he was not excessive due to my inexperience. After this lesson my husband provided me with a bendable rubber penis which I was to practice putting into my throat until I could do it without being sick. I practised each day while he was at work and with him in the evenings. Over the coming weeks I slowly managed to take him fully into my throat and to swallow his semen fully whether he chose to do it in my mouth or throat. The objective, as explained to me, was to make my mouth as readily usable for intercourse as my vagina and I am proud to say that we have achieved that objective. My husband now ejaculates into my mouth or throat at least once every day and he sometimes chooses for our intercourse to be entirely into my mouth, when he thrusts with just as much vigour as he might at the other end. However, this did not come easily or quickly and my failings during training resulted in a considerable number of punishments. During this period my chastisement was extended beyond my bottom. On three occasions my sensitive inner thighs were beaten with the flogger or belt and once the flogger was used on my breasts.

My breast flogging was not really as painful as some of my other punishments, but I was frightened before it happened and rather worried whether it might cause any injury to me. I should not have had that worry because my husband assured me before our marriage that I would never be caused permanent injury and I know that he is knowledgeable and would never break his word. I must have more trust. The day following the breast flogging I had very clear stripes across them which were slightly raised. I wore a low topped tee shirt throughout the day as I did my work around the house. Seeing the stripes each time I passed a mirror gave me a little thrill. That day I really felt that I was owned by my husband and it made me feel safe and warm. When my husband came home from work I met him at the door as usual and kissed him. He then kissed the exposed part of each of my breasts before saying "if you wish to display yourself, do so properly. Remove your clothing now and remain naked until your marks are gone." I had to stay nude for three days. It is fortunate that my work is to keep the house and I had nearly enough shopping to get away without having to go out. Our house is quite well shielded from the outside world but even so I jumped each time the post came and kept well away from the windows. I ran out of some fresh vegetables which earned me a punishment. I had hoped that it might go unnoticed, but my husband is very particular and regular about his food requirements and that was hopeless really.

Six months into our marriage I had come to really treasure the feel of my husband's penis in my mouth. I would lie in his lap for hours sometimes gently sucking and licking him. Occasionally he would ejaculate as a result of my efforts and I would swallow his semen. It was no longer difficult because I salivate in anticipation as soon as I feel his erection enlarging that little bit more and his penis beginning to pulse. The depth of my communion with my husband is very profound as I swallow his ejaculate. Not only does he feed me by earning our living, he does it directly from his own body. He is my provider in every way and I adore it. When he first told me to worship his penis I did not know what he meant or how to do it. Now I understand his wisdom. I worship it every day and it comforts me and provides for me. I spend every moment trying to make my oral massage more pleasurable and more satisfying for my husband. I yearn to give him the pleasure of orgasm as often and as gratifyingly as any woman ever could. He must never desire another mouth more than mine.

This last emotion was reinforced for me one evening when we entertained a couple at our house. The man was a friend of my husband from his club. They have known each other since university. He is married to a woman who was also at university with both of them. She is very beautiful with grace and poise although being the same age as my husband she is, of course, older than me. My husband has not been married before, but I know that he has had women friends before me and will have had sexual experience. We have never discussed such things, and before this woman was in my house I had never given it much thought other than to be pleased that my husband was so skilled and authoritative in our love making.

As we had dinner and relaxed over drinks I became aware of the intimacy between my husband and these three people. It was very likely that she would have been his sexual partner at some time. Was it straightforward intercourse, or has his penis been in her mouth? Had he done things with her that he had not done with me? Did she please him as much as I did; or better! By the time we went to bed I was feeling insecure and I have to admit that I was disliking her. I threw myself into our lovemaking, begging my husband to take me however he pleased. With inhibitions lowered by alcohol he responded powerfully and I am embarrassed as I think that the slaps and squeals must have been heard in our guest bedroom.

I think that my husband sensed my ill ease because a few hours after our guests had left the next day he said that it was time for him to introduce me to a new form of intercourse for our lovemaking. Alternatively, her presence had caused him to remember something that he had done with her. If that was the case I would have to make sure that I did it well and that I gave him more pleasure from it than she could have done. What else could there be though? I would not have to wait too long to find out. I was instructed to bathe immediately after dinner and go to the bedroom.

My husband came into the bedroom and undressed. He told me to kneel and I sucked him to erection as he told me what was to happen. He said that he was going to penetrate my bottom. My mind was filled with turmoil as much as my mouth was filled with him. Of course I knew that homosexual men did something of the kind, but it had never occurred to me that women did it. He was very large. How could it possibly go in? Surely it would hurt a great deal. I was in no position to ask and any way I would not dare to question.

My husband drew my head away from him and told me to turn to the bed and kneel over the edge of it with my legs apart and my face on the bed. He began to rub something cold on my bottom hole and then slipped in a finger. It went in easily and as he moved it backwards and forwards it created a funny sensitive feeling. He put in a second finger and continued the rhythmic movement until he suddenly withdrew them and I felt the head of his penis pressed to me. He told me to relax and clasped my shoulders as he pushed against the sphincter muscle of my bottom. With a rush I opened and a few inches of him entered. I thought I would split and it was very painful. I cried out and he smacked my bottom. He started to move himself in and out of me and spanked me with both hands as he did so. After a little while the discomfort of the penetration decreased and my warmed up bottom lost some of its tension. He stopped spanking and rubbed my clitoris. Then he put his fingers inside my vagina to feel the movement of his penis. As he massaged my clitoris and vagina I relaxed more and more until I felt orgasm coming. Gradually I was overwhelmed and spasmed ecstatically. I felt him come deeper into me as I convulsed with a huge and wonderful orgasm. As my muscles clamped onto his fingers and penis deep inside me, he came to his orgasm too. I don't know whether I took him to his full length on that first occasion, but I felt incredibly stretched and I had diarrhoea a few hours later.

He took me in the bottom about once a week after that and I came to be able to receive him easily after a period of time. Once I had become accustomed to this form or intercourse he didn't need to use the lubricant any more. either I would moisten him well with saliva or he would use my vagina before entering my bottom so he became slippery with my juices. He explained to me that he would never go into my vagina after my bottom because that could cause infection. As with our other lovemaking, what was difficult and uncomfortable at first is now easy and pleasurable. If my husband takes me anally while we are face to face and kissing, the movement of his body against my clitoris can bring me to orgasm without my vagina having ever been entered.

Not long after my introduction to anal intercourse was the happiest time of my life when I became pregnant. By this time I was completely accustomed to my maintenance spankings which served to remind me of my role and my promises, but were not the painful experience they had been in the early days of our marriage. My husband explained that the routine would continue throughout the pregnancy, but as I became large he stopped taking me over his knee and allowed me to be spanked bending over and resting my hands on the bed. This worked very well. I took great care to avoid punishments as far as possible although a few were inevitable. Some were done quite safely on my bottom and I did have the belt and cane on my inner thighs. This was horribly painful, but presented no risk at all to me or the baby. We have a private doctor and the midwife was also arranged through this family practice used by my parents as well as us. This meant that I did not have to see a lot of different people during my pregnancy and we could rely on their discretion. Nevertheless, I did have marks sometimes when I was examined and although there was no mention of it I certainly felt self conscious.

In the late stages of my pregnancy, my husband stopped taking me vaginally, but I continued to take him in the mouth each day and he would have my bottom whenever he chose.

Close to the correct time I started to get contractions and I telephoned my husband, my mother and the doctor. It was arranged for my mother to take me into hospital where I was given a private room. My husband arrived in the late afternoon as soon as he was able to get away from his work. I was comfortable and we told him that I was not expected to deliver for some time, but I would be staying in hospital now until it happened. He asked my mother to leave us a lone for a few minutes and after ensuring that I was comfortable he had me take him in my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard and then he thrust into my throat. He ejaculated within a few minutes, much more quickly than he usually is, and I had a contraction just as he shot his semen into my throat. After calling in my mother, he then left us alone with instructions for the hospital to call him before the birth.

My beautiful son David was born in the early hours of the next morning in the presence of my husband. It was a straight forward birth without complication and I was able to leave hospital in time for my next maintenance session. We never missed a day of my husband using my mouth. That gave me great comfort. I would have been concerned for him if I had not been available for his needs.

After I had settled into motherhood and I was still nursing David, my husband drank from my breast one evening and after he had done that he said to me:

"Your maintenance is no longer adequate to keep our marriage in the condition that it requires. Our son is the most precious thing in our lives, but you are not putting as much care and attention into our home and meeting my requirements as you did before he was born. You must learn to keep up your wifely duties whatever new responsibilities and loves enter your life. There will not be any increase in your spanking because that was agreed before we married and anything more severe is reserved for punishment. However, your surrender, and commitment to serve me in every way required, will be reinforced by you serving as my urinal. Just as I have drunk from you, you will drink from me. In your case it will be once each week on completion of your maintenance spanking."

"No, I can't", I screamed without a moment's thought. This was my first act of disobedience in our marriage and I knew instantly that I would have to be punished as I had never been before. But my fears were real and I had to explain that milk was a natural food, but urine is a waste product and surely I would become ill if I drank it.

My husband explained patiently that I should recall that he had undertaken never to cause me permanent injury and he would not make me sick either. Urine is certainly waste, but coming from a healthy person it would do absolutely no harm. He said nothing more and told me to go and remove my clothing. I was belted and caned on the bottom and thighs and given a breast flogging. Breast punishment is delivered with me kneeling, facing a full length bedroom mirror. My hands are clasped behind me and my shoulders thrust back. In this way I can watch every stroke of the flogger coming and see the marks rise up on my breasts. On this occasion, as the tears rolled down my face, milk oozed from my nipples. When I fed David, his usually warm face felt cool against my burning breasts, but that was later. After the punishment I was instructed to stay where I was. I knelt there for about half an hour seeing my breasts change in colour and shape as the bruising settled. The initial thin, red lines spreading and going purple. Drops of milk fell to the carpet and made me worry about staining.

At the end of this time my husband came and handed me a bunch of papers. He told me that I was to read those later and he took me to the computer where he showed me a video. It was an attractive American lady of about 40 who knelt before her husband, opened his trousers and took out his penis. She said "piss in my mouth please" and he did. Five times he filled her open mouth with urine and she swallowed it. She never spilled a drop. When he was finished she sucked him clean and rearranged his clothing before saying thank you. My husband told me that what I had seen had been done with an open mouth for the sake of it being obvious what was happening on video. In our case, I would be required to close my lips round his penis in the same way as I did when I sucked him. I would then be able to swallow continuously rather than him having to stop after each mouthful to allow me to swallow.

I was sent away to read the documents which were accounts of people who drank their own urine for health reasons and others who drank urine from their partner as part of their relationship. There were also some medical tracts from specialist websites confirming that there were not any health risks in swallowing urine. There was even an account of an Arab Prince who only ever urinated into the mouth of a female servant. A girl was kept close by him wherever he went so that he would never be inconvenienced (dear me what an appropriate word!).

After my punishment and receiving all this information I was deeply ashamed that I had disobeyed my husband. I still felt some repugnance at the thought of having urine in my mouth and stomach, but I had been terribly wrong to imagine that he would do this to me if it would do any harm. I went to the toilet and peed into my mouthwash glass. As I put it to my mouth I got the faint odour of fresh urine. I poured a little into my mouth and was oddly surprised my its tepid warmth. As I swallowed it there was very little taste other than slight saltiness. I finished the glass and washed it before going immediately to my husband in his study. I apologised for my disobedience and thanked him, not only for my punishment, but for indulging me by giving me so much information to set my mind at rest. Although it was not maintenance day I asked him if I could be his toilet right away. Having been such a poor wife I did not want him to have to wait before putting me into my proper place. He agreed and told me to go and kneel beside the toilet and wait for him. As this was my first time I may spill some or be unable to take it all and we did not want any mess on the floor did we.

I had to wait a long time before he was ready. Soon after his soft penis was in my mouth, the urine started to flow. There was no smell of course, as there had been when I drank my own from a glass, but the salty, warm taste was much the same. To begin with, the flow was not very fast and I swallowed as it came, but it turned into what seemed like a torrent and I could not handle it. I coughed so his penis shot out of my mouth and I splattered urine all over his clothes. I was horrified as he turned and carried on into the toilet bowl. "Please don't waste it" I cried. "Just stop for a moment. I will try harder. I will be a good toilet for you. Please let me take all you have. I want to be your urinal all the time not just at maintenance. I want you to have the same choices as any Arab Prince."

He ignored my desperate wailings, knowing that these were the stupid rantings of a wife who had failed to live up to her promise. He went to change his clothes and when I collected the wet ones for laundry I asked him if I could have my punishment for spoiling them. He wisely pointed out that I was already very sore from my punishment for disobedience and I had to stay in a fit state to look after our son and do my work.

It was a Tuesday and my husband said that from Wednesday to Friday evening I would receive urinal training and I would have a belting for messing up his clothes and ranting stupidly. The number of strokes of the belt and where they were placed would depend on my progress with the urinal training. by Saturday I was expected to be able to perform my urinal duties to his full satisfaction at my maintenance.

It was a very short training period, but I worked hard at it and by the time of my maintenance I received the full contents of his bladder without mishap. Apart from being his urinal in the training evenings, I fitted a piece of hose to the bathroom basin and practised swallowing from it with the tap on at gradually increasing flows. Now that I have been doing this duty for a long time I can take whatever my husband has to give me however much he may have had to drink or how long it has been since he relieved himself. As with my other marital duties, I am very proud of my urinal service and how effectively I complete it. This has brought me incredibly close to my husband and deepened my understanding of service more than I could ever have imagined before I got married. In a very real sense he is not only with me in spirit all the time, but he is actually physically inside me for every moment of my life. His sperm is in my stomach every day and his urine hydrates me every week. His love is with me and inside me for all of my life.

My urinal duty is confined to maintenance except on one occasion not so long ago. We were at Dover when we had a couple of hours to wait before a ferry to France. My husband said that we would go for a walk on the famous white cliffs. They are very beautiful and we walked along them looking out over the chalk cliff face to the English Channel when I felt the need to relieve myself. I told my husband that we would have to find a café or something where I could use the toilet. He simply told me to take off my knickers and give them to him. When I had done that he told me to tuck my skirt into my belt. This was awful because we were completely in the open. There was not anybody nearby, but there were people on the cliffs. Lots of them were bird watchers with binoculars and telescopes. Of course I did as I was told, but my face was blushing fiercely. When I had done it he told me to squat down and he put his penis in my mouth. He urinated into me as I did the same onto the grass and he gazed around as if he were simply admiring our dramatic surroundings. I will never know if we were observed, but I had a terrible thrill from the possibility and I am sure that my husband must have enjoyed the thought as well. He let me put my skirt back in place when we were finished but he didn't give my knickers back. We spent the whole of the trip to France walking or sitting on the top deck of the ferry during a very windy crossing.

We do not use artificial contraception and we do not intend to have another child for at least a further year, but our natural contraception is perfect so we can plan our family to meet our wishes. It is quite simply that my husband never ejaculates into my vagina unless we are planning that I should become pregnant. I swallow his semen most often, but he goes to completion when he is taking me anally.

Recently this caused a problem when I went to sleep after our lovemaking and his semen leaked out from my bottom, staining the bed sheets. I was properly punished for my laziness in not preventing this. Since then my husband has said that it is no longer acceptable for him to leave his semen in my bottom. Apart from the leakage which occurred, he now thinks that I should digest all of his ejaculate rather than any of it being wasted in my bowel or on a tissue (or even the sheets!). As with my toilet duties, he took me to his computer and showed me a video to illustrate what would be required.

The video, rather crudely entitled "ass2mouth", showed a very young woman who was probably barely out of her teens, being penetrated in the mouth and bottom simultaneously by two older men. Every few minutes the men exchanged positions until it ended with both men ejaculating into her mouth. My husband explained that bacteria contained in the bowel and rectum could cause infection if transferred to the vagina, but the digestive system was equipped to deal with this and no harm would occur from moving the penis directly from the anus to the mouth. He told me that the film makers liked to use a young woman, not only because she was pretty, but because it accentuates the presentation of submission that the men are about thirty years older than her and that there are two men using her at the same time. Most dramatically of all, for the woman to be required to accept the penises directly from her bottom to her mouth gives additional pleasure to the men (and, of course, the viewers of the video) to have a woman accept something that would be instinctively distasteful. Although the video was just a commercial product for which the woman was being paid, the nature of the power relationship and pleasure aspects could apply to us. He considered that it was time for me to accept this further duty to reinforce my surrender, to fulfil my pre-marriage promise to agree to my husband deciding how and when to have sex, and to increase his pleasure in our lovemaking.

All of this sounded rational and reasonable enough. After all, if a young woman can do this for money with two unattractive strangers, I could obviously do it for my loving husband. And anyway, every new element that he had introduced in the past had become a positive and valuable part of our relationship that I could honestly say I enjoyed however doubtful I had been at the beginning. I am not a naturally rebellious person and I know the worth of our strong marriage in which I am safe, protected and loved.

It was a couple of days from the announcement of the new arrangements that my husband started making love to me vaginally and then moved into my bottom. We were still face to face and he was kissing me with more passion than happens every time. As my excitement rose, I remembered the video and realised that he was not going to complete his orgasm in my bottom. The reality of what was to happen flooded my mind. I lost all enjoyment instantly and my husband must have noticed that I was not responding as I should. Suddenly he withdrew from me with a 'plop' and commanded "mouth" as he turned onto his back. I moved my head down towards him and he took my hair as he likes to. But then, as the head of his penis approached my lips I smelt, or imagined, a different odour than normal. I panicked, wriggled back and said "NO! I can't". He let go of my hair and I ran to the bathroom in tears. I was very frightened. I had left my husband needing relief and I had directly refused him. He had no warning that he would be rejected. What would this do to our marriage? How would I be punished? How would he relieve his tensions? What would happen next?

The new rule had been set and I was bound by my promise to comply. My husband would not go back, but I did not know how I could obey against the reaction of my body. I crept out of the bathroom and returned to our bedroom. My husband was taking a shower in the en suite and I knelt outside it to await him.

When my husband came out he sent me to bed in the spare bedroom with orders to present myself naked at 6 am. the following morning. I didn't sleep of course. As I knelt before him he said that I was going to receive ten strokes of the cane on my bottom right away. After that I was to write this account of our marriage which he would publish on the Internet. When the writing is complete I will receive a breast belting of at least ten strokes and a vaginal whipping with the flogger of a minimum of ten strokes. The breast and vagina punishment will increase by two strokes per day until the writing is complete.

My writing duty is now done and it has taken me three days in between my normal work. I still have the pattern of a farm gate on each of my buttocks and I will receive eight strokes of the belt on each of my breasts tonight. Before that I have to go to the salon and have all of my pubic hair waxed off in preparation for my vagina whipping. That will be carried out one hour after the breast punishment.

There is no doubt at all that my husband will be aroused after he has punished me. I think I can expect to have intercourse in my hot and swollen vagina, but what else I wonder? My husband has told me that readers will judge, and he will take account of any feedback he receives when he considers whether he is taking the right way in overcoming my disobedience and moulding the future development of my surrender.

He helps me to my feet and leads me to a side door I had not noticed before. When he opened the door I noticed a toilet, sink and open shower with four spray nozzles, two high and two much lower on the wall. There also was a seat built out of the wall in the corner of the shower. There was a washcloth and a couple towels hung on a rack. "Enjoy girl. I will be out here waiting on you so do not take to long or you will miss your meal."

When I turned on the shower water began spraying against me from all angles. A gasp escaped me as the hot water pounded against the welts and cuts marring my skin. Trying to hurry I began lather my hair quickly when out of nowhere vibrations began not only inside me but also hard against my clit, my legs began to shake and I turned sitting on the seat before I fell to the floor of the shower. My nipples hardened as my breath quickened. "Slut remember you are not allowed to cum or you will feel my displeasure."he yelled through the door. Taking deep breaths I tried to fight the feelings coursing through my body just as the vibrations stopped. Standing back up on unsteady feet I finished washing my hair and began lathering my body with soap as the vibrations began again. I leaned against the wall fighting down the sensations coursing through me as I finished washing and rinsed my body. By the time I turned the water off he had again turned the vibrating balls off and blessedly left them off as I dried off. Realizing there was nothing to put on I wrapped the towel around me before opening the door and stepping back into the room. It took him two steps to cross the room to where I was standing, reaching out he ripped the towel from my body and grabbed one of my tits in his hand squeezing it hard enough to bruise my skin. "Bitch you are never to cover yourself from me unless I tell you that you can. Do I make myself clear?" He gave one last squeeze "Yes Sir, I am sorry Sir." Nodding he turned and walked over to where a plate with a sandwich on it and a glass of juice sat on the floor. "Girl you can sit there and eat while I get a few things done in here." Hunger filled me as I realized it had been quite a while since I last ate. Hungrily I ate the food and gulped down the juice before thinking to look and see what he was doing.

Returning to where I sat on the floor he reached out for the plate and glass, taking them from me he sat them on the table before turning back to me. "Bitch get up on your knees now." I scrambled to do as he said as I want to not give him reason to punish me again. With one hand he reached down and grabbed my hair in his fist tilting my head upwards as he opened his pants with the other one. "Okay slut open your mouth and I will only tell you this one time, if I feel you even thinking about biting me I will knock every tooth out of your mouth. Do you understand me girl?" Nodding as I could not speak because he had rocked his hips forward ramming his cock deep into my mouth. He pulled my hair harder making my neck crane back as he pulled out some before trying to push deep into my throat gagging me to the point I thought I would be sick or pass out from not being able to breath. Moaning deep in his throat he continued before suddenly pulling out demanding that I run my tongue up and down the length of his cock. "Bitch take both my balls into your mouth and suck on them now!" I tried doing as he said but was to slow and all of a sudden I felt a stinging slap on the side of my face. Whimpering I did as he said, my jaw aching as it felt like it was going to break from having to open my mouth so wide. All the time making sure my teeth did not scrape against him. He jerked me back before ramming his cock back into my mouth, his hips rocking faster. "Slut you had better catch every drop of my cum or you will get a lash for every drop you miss." Suddenly I felt him grow even bigger in my mouth just before his hot cum gushed filling my mouth. I tried to swallow quickly but could feel some of it sliding down my chin before falling against my breast. After emptying himself in my mouth he stepped back shaking his head. "Well girl looks like you did not listen very well yet again."With his hand still fisted in my hair he jerked me up and drug me over to a cross bolted against the wall. He grabbed first one hand and then the other cuffing them above my head then did the same to my feet. Stepping back he picked up a bull whip and with each crack a stinging welt rose up along my back. "Bitch I told you what would happen and yet again you did not listen to me. I am tired of repeating myself to you damn it." "I am sorry Sir, it won’t happen again." As quickly as they began the sting of the whip ceased.

He abruptly released me and grabbing my hair in his hand turned pulling me across the room to a table. He reached down and picking me up laid me down on my back before once again cuffing my arms above my head to a bar at the top of the bed. "Open your legs slut." I immediately did as he said. He opened the clothes pin causing me to hold back a strangled scream as blood rushed back hurting momentarily more than the pen did itself. He removed the vibrating ball and then snaking a finger inside me he also removed the other one. My relief of having them removed was short lived when I saw him picking up what looked like a small metal whip and some type electrical device. "Bitch bend your knees up let those knees open wide. Now girl!" I was scared of what he was going to do but in truth my being even more scared of what he would do if I did not mind made me quickly obey him. I noticed a strange almost purple color glow from the object in his hand before the first jolt charged through my body.

this is my first time experince so let me know if u like it

When he came in he kissed me gently on the head and told me to stand up. He ran his hand over my pubic mound and kissed me passionately on the lips. I could tell that he was pleased with the smoothness he felt. He ate dinner in a leisurely way while I served his wine. I had eaten earlier in the day, as instructed, so that I would not have to be punished shortly after a full meal.

When the meal was finished and I had cleared away, I was instructed to go and kneel before the bedroom mirror. I took my position and clasped my hands behind my back. My husband came in and removed the belt from his trousers. It is brown leather, one and a half inches wide and very supple. He has worn the same belt since before I met him and he is never without it. As he folded the belt to take the buckle and opposite end into his firm hand I trembled and tears welled in my eyes before I had received a single stroke. In his strong, firm voice my husband asked me how many strokes I was to receive.

"Sixteen Sir" I replied. He confirmed that I was correct and told me that I must call out the strokes as I received them. My husband raised his arm and I watched the belt in the mirror as it arced down before I heard the crack and felt the awful pain in my right breast. I cried out "one" as I saw the bright red mark rise immediately along the top of my breast. Instead of the second stroke coming immediately, my husband walked round in front of me and positioned himself to strike the other breast. With perfect precision, the second stroke matched the first and I gasped as I called out "two". The punishment continued alternately to my breasts until the ninth stroke when I screamed and clasped my hands to my breasts when the belt hit the same spot for the second or third time. Realising what I had done, I put my hands back behind me as soon as I could, but I forgot to number the stroke. My husband went to the wardrobe where he took a scarf and tied my wrists behind my back. He told me that the last stroke would not be counted because I had not called it, and I would receive an additional two strokes on my vagina for breaking discipline by putting my hands to my breasts. My belting continued. Although I screamed in pain several times, I succeeded in calling the numbers and for the last four strokes, my husband had me lay on my back on the bed so that he could hit the unmarked lower part of my breasts. When this stage of my punishment was finished, my husband kissed each of my bruised and swollen breasts before telling me that I was to kneel in front of the mirror for one hour before punishment continued. He untied my wrists.

As I knelt I watched my breasts change from brilliant red with purple patches, where the blows had overlapped, to a darker colour. They were swollen and different from their usual shape. The stinging pain gradually subsided and the heat seemed to seep from my breasts throughout my body. I had not been forbidden to touch myself so I massaged them gently. The feel of the heat into my hands was so strange, but good as well. As I looked and felt my punished body I feared for what was to come. My husband is a good and kind man and he promised when we married that he would never do me any permanent damage although I would be corrected if I failed to maintain the standards necessary from his wife. I had broken my promise that I would make love to him at any time and in any way that he chose and I was being punished for it. In my heart I knew that he would not break his promise, but I was still frightened of how I could take the vagina punishment that I was due. It would surely be terribly painful and I had already failed to keep position when my breasts were being beaten. I dared not fail him again. Despite the pain in my breasts and the fear for my vagina, I was also excited and when I touched myself between my legs I was very wet. I realised that my time must be coming to an end and I heard my husband in the shower. When he came into the bedroom he was naked and carrying a wooden bar that I had never seen before.

We have a blanket box in the bedroom which has a padded top. It is just about the length of my body and the top of it is about 18 inches high. We have made love on it a few times and I have been spanked across it. My husband placed it in front of the mirror with the scarf underneath it. He instructed me to lie on the box on my back with my crotch level with the end. In this position my head was on the box and I knew that I should look at the mirror. My husband took the bar, which was about two feet long and put it between my knees. There was a leather cuff at each end of the bar and my husband secured them around my legs just above the knee. He then tied my wrists to either end of the scarf so that my hands rested on the floor at either side of the box. I felt very much better when he had done this because I would not now be able to close my legs or try to stop any blows with my hands. With the preparation complete, my husband went to his desk and collected the flogger.

The flogger has a smoothly polished hardwood handle and six square leather tails which are about two feet long. Each of the tails had a single knot tied in it close to the end. My husband made the flogger himself. The leather was sold by a specialist leather shop as bootlaces and the handle belonged to a garden trowel. Although the leather tails are quite thin they fall heavily and the sting that I have felt on my bottom, thighs and breasts was enough to tell me that my vagina would hurt. He positioned himself above me and said "how many strokes are you due?" For an hour I had worried and reflected on my original sixteen and the extra two so I replied "eighteen Sir" without any hesitation or doubt. Once again I was instructed to call out the stroke numbers as they were administered.

I watched in the mirror as his arm rose and the flogger dropped down over his back before whistling through the air and cracking into the lips of my sex. "One" I called immediately and the arm was back up as a gasped. The second stroke made its stinging strike before I started breathing again and I breathed in sharply before I could call out "two". The following three strokes came in quick succession and I let out an involuntary cry before I could call number five. At this point my husband lifted one leg over the box and stood to one side rather than directly over me. The next five strokes still struck me firmly on my vulva, but they were at an angle. My husband then stepped across to the other side of the box and continued. by the time of the fifteenth stroke I was screaming each time the flogger hit me, but I still managed to call out the number. for the last three strokes, my husband straddled the box again. Tears streamed from my eyes so that I could hardly see myself in the mirror, but through the blur the flogger flashed in time with the whistle and crack. Of course I could not see my labia, but it was the only part of my body that I could feel. Fiery pain filled my groin while waves of ecstasy flooded my body as I called the last stroke. My husband released me and as he lifted me onto the bed I felt his erection press into the side of my body. Without a second of hesitation, he spread my legs and thrust his full length into my burning vagina. His body pressed down onto me and I was aware again of my bruised breasts chafed by his wiry chest hair. He kissed me deeply and passionately as he pounded my punished vagina. Within seconds I orgasmed so intensely that I felt that I was close to losing consciousness. Orgasm after orgasm flooded me and then my husband lifted my knees and pressed his penis into my bottom. There was little resistance as his soaked penis entered me and I remembered wondering whether my tighter hole was nicer for him than my vagina, or if the punishment had made my swollen vulva a more satisfying place than it might usually be. After a few hard thrusts of his full length into my anus he commanded "mouth"and withdrew with a loud plopping sound. I turned instantly to take him in my mouth and he grabbed my hair as he pushed himself right into my throat. There were just one or two thrusts before I felt his penis throb and he ejaculated. As his semen started to spurt into my throat he pulled back a little so that he filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight round him and made sure that I swallowed every drop before licking him thoroughly clean.

When I had finished my husband kissed me on the mouth. I thanked him for my punishment and for the wonderful lovemaking. I promised him that I would never again refuse him sex whenever, wherever and however he wanted it. He said "I know". We pulled the bed covers over us and went to sleep in each others arms. I was wakened again twice during the night for him to take me. Each time he ejaculated into my mouth after penetrating me anally. I had never felt more loved or wanted in my life.

I was very sore the next day and I had some difficulty in walking due to the pain between my legs as I did so. The marks remained for a long time although they changed colour daily. For the next several days my husband had intercourse with me vaginally although he always finished in my mouth and sometimes he had me anally as well. I am sure he enjoyed penetrating my swollen and discoloured vagina more than when it was in its normal state.

The bruises on my breasts were visible for more than two weeks. There was one permanent change from that day. I am now required to keep my pubic area completely free of hair. I receive a waxing every three weeks and I am now having electrolysis to permanently remove the hair growth. I hid my marks from the lady who does my hair removal on the first time that I was waxed, but now I have been several times. I always have the same person to do the work and she has certainly seen the results of my punishments by now. Although we talk all the time as she works, she has never mentioned the marks on my bottom. I was very self conscious about it at first, but I am not any more. I don't suppose she will ever mention it. I never will.

For several days after my punishment I felt the tenderness each time I put on my knickers or bra. I was aware of the swelling and sensitivity every step I took and each time I leant over a table or work surface. When it came to my maintenance I felt the spanking differently from usual on the fading cane marks on my bottom. As I knelt before the mirror for my husband to urinate in my mouth I glanced sideways and saw my purple and yellow streaked breasts. I felt so happy and secure that my husband loved me so well and cared for me so thoroughly. When he had emptied his bladder into me and I had kissed and licked him clean he told me about the feedback that he had received from my punishment writing.

I had been required to invite reader comment on what might be done to me for my disobedience. I didn't know if anybody would be interested in what I had written or whether they would respond, but I did have some apprehension about it. My husband said that he had many suggestions. Mostly he did not consider them appropriate, but he would tell me about them over the coming weeks. However, he had decided to introduce one suggestion. This was called 'rimming'.

When my husband taught me what this meant it was the most incredible experience that I shall never forget. I was told to shower and then bend over the blanket box in front of the mirror. When my husband entered the bedroom, I looked in the mirror to see if I could see anything in his hand, but I could not. As he approached I prepared for something painful to happen, but I could not think what it would be. Then he knelt behind me, grasped my buttocks in his large hands and parted them. As I gazed at the mirror in apprehension he leant forward until his face was right into my bottom and suddenly I felt the warm, wet feel of his tongue on my anus. I gasped with surprise and then drew in a breath as his tongue probed into me. The sensation was indescribable when the tip of his tongue twirled around the entrance to my rear hole. he probed and wriggled it; he licked at the entrance and inside then penetrated his stiff and pointed tongue before bobbing his head in and out in a kind of motion of intercourse. I moaned in ecstasy and disbelief. The sensation was heavenly and wicked at the same time. I knew that this was not my rightful position. My role, my very reason for being, is to pleasure my husband, to serve him and to meet his sexual needs. That is the way that I gain my pleasure and now I was being serviced by him in the most unbelievable and beautiful way. I loved it, but I longed for it to stop. It was not right for my husband to be on his knees behind me and for his proud face to be in my bottom. Orgasm overwhelmed me as my husband massaged my clitoris with one hand and my breast with the other as his tongue tickled my nerve ends until I could think of nothing. Spasm after spasm convulsed me and I felt his tongue being nipped by my convulsing sphincter. He guided me to the bed, laid me down and kissed me passionately on my lips. Our tongues entwined and I sucked gently on his in an instinctive need to clean it although there was no hint of where it had been. My husband told me that this was rimming and in future I would do it to him during my maintenance session each week. After my spanking and when I had done my urinal duty I would rim him until he indicated to me to stop. It must be done in this order because he had no doubt that the rimming would bring him to erection and he intended to follow it immediately by using me as he wished.

 

            I have been feeling her ass, and even grabbed her around the waist a few times over the past two weeks.  I have been just waiting for a chance like today.  I asked her to come in on a Saturday morning to finish some year-end reports.  During the off-season, no one works on Saturdays, and I will have her all to myself.  I got to the office about an hour before I told her to get there, just to set some things up.  She showed up right on time, and I met her at the door.  Since it was a Saturday, and the office was closed, I locked the door after I let her in.  I turned toward her, and she was wearing very tight jeans with sequins on the back pockets.  Like she needed any further design on that ass.  I grabbed both cheeks, and told her that was how I would greet her at the door.  She leaned back into me and wiggled her ass a bit.  "Do you like my jeans?" she asked.  "Nice and shiny, like a special candy wrapper" I said.  That brought a smile and glance over the shoulder, while I still was feeling those buns.  We headed upstairs to the office and to those reports.

 

            The reports did not take long.  Since we finished early, she decided to clear out and organize some of the old files.  I had them stacked at the back of my counter.  As she reached way over the counter to get those files, I turned around and started caressing her ass.  She wiggled back into me, and purred.  As she moved the files, she uncovered my prep work from earlier that morning.  "What is this?" she asked.  "That is a just a little bit more work that needs to be done,” I said.  I had run some Velcro bondage straps down behind the counter and tied them to the top brackets underneath.  I grabbed both her wrists, and strapped the Velcro around each.  She was fully stretched out over the countertop, with her feet just on the floor.  She would have had to stand on her toes if it wasn't for the 4" black heals she was wearing.  "I don't know about this", she said a bit concerned.  "If you don't like this, then you can just walk away"  She pulled on the straps, but they would not move.  I had checked them over several times, and made sure she would not be able to get away.  "Well, since you are still here, I assume you don't want to leave".  She started to protest, but I started getting busy by then, and really wasn't listening anymore.

           

I pressed my already straining cock into the crack of her ass, pinning her even harder against the counter.  I could see that this may be a problem so I tucked a folded towel on the edge of the top.  After all, I would not want to bruise this merchandise.  I slid my hands up under her shirt all the way to her shoulders pushing her shirt up as I moved up her back.  I did a little massage, then moved back down to her bright blue bra.  I unhooked the clasp, and I swear I heard her give a little moan.  I caressed down her sides, and reached under her and slid her bra up over her perky little titties.  For the first time I felt her bare breasts, and gently pinched and twisted her nipples.  I was not sure if it was the cold top, or the excitement, but those nipples were hard enough to scratch my desktop.  I did notice there was no longer any protests, nor did she try to pull away from my caresses.  I was still standing behind her, grinding my now very hard cock into her ass.  I slid my hands lightly down her sides toward those shiny candy wrapper jeans.  As I did, she did jump a little ...  ticklish - make a mental note of that one for future references.

 

            After running my hands over her hips, and as far down on the outside of her legs as I could, I slid my hands to the inside of her legs, and began running them up her inner thighs.  Again, no fight, no protest.  I reached the cheeks of her ass, and slid one hand right into the crotch of her jeans.  I rubbed her pussy through her jeans once or twice before I slid my hands up and over her ass, around her hips, and reached under her to her belt buckle.  I undid her buckle, the button on her jeans, and her zipper.  I reached in to her pants, and could feel that she was wearing lace panties of some sort.  Did I hear another moan?  I slowly pulled her jeans back and down.  Even though I had grabbed and caressed that ass many times over the last couple of weeks, I was not nearly prepared for how delicious her bare ass checks looked with only a black string thong with a silver dragonfly clasp as adornment.  Candy wrapper jeans was an understatement.  I had to take off her shoes one at a time to remove her jeans then put each of the heals back on, after just a small kiss on the bottom of the foot.

 

            There she was, her shirt pushed up to her shoulders and only in her thong and heals.  I dropped down to my knees and kissed the back of her knees.  I dragged my tongue up the back of her leg until I reached the curve of her ass, then I did the same to the other leg.  I slid my hand up her inner thigh until I reached her pussy.  She was already very hot, and very wet.  I began playing and exploring her pussy with my hand while I was kissing and licking her ass.  I grabbed her thong and pulled it down and off.  I took the thong, and rubbed her pussy with it to absorb some of those juices.  I put it under my nose and took a good whiff of her intoxicating scent.  I reached back under her and began to play with her pussy again.  I spread her lips, and could see her juicy pink hole.  Her swollen clit was poking out, but I was careful not to touch that yet, even though I would rub my fingers up to it, just not too close.  I pulled my hand back and spread her ass cheeks apart to get a better look at her little ass hole.  What a beautiful chocolate starfish.  When I spread her cheeks apart, she adjusted her legs further apart to give me better access.  I leaned in and planted a kiss right on her asshole, and licked right around the rim.  She clearly moaned and arched her back to push her ass back further onto my tongue.  My hand reached back down, and this time I went right in for the clit.  My tongue followed down, and I began drinking in some of those juices that all my attention was creating.  No candy has ever tasted this good.  I was rubbing her clit with my fingers, while I was licking her pussy and asshole.  I would alternate sticking my tongue as far as I could in which ever hole I as at.  She as moaning and breathing heavily now, and pulling very hard on the restraints.  Her first orgasm hit, and I could feel the juices running down my arm.  My God this woman was so hot.  I licked up as much of her nectar as I could reach.  I could see juices running down her inner thigh, so I dropped lower and licked it up.

 

            I stood up, and reached down and removed my jeans and my fleece shirt.  It was way to hot in here for those.  I grabbed her foot and pulled it up.  I removed her shoe, licked the bottom of her foot, then moved it down to rub it on my hard cock.  I put her shoe back on and placed the head of my cock at her pussy lips.  I just barely put pressure on her pussy.  She moaned and pushed back, but with the restraints, she could not move back very far.  "What do you want?" I asked.  She moaned again, well almost a growl. 

"Come on, quit teasing me!" she yelled at me. 

"Tell me what you want,” I said. 

"You know what I want, come on"

I pushed just the head of my cock into her pussy, then stopped again.  "Is that what you want?"

"No, I want all of it" and she was pulling hard on the straps, trying to jerk back.

 I slapped her bare ass "Now behave yourself, or I will send you home right now"

She gasped, but stopped jerking on the straps.  "No don't send me home yet"

"OK, now what do you want"

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, slam your cock into me, slap my ass, pinch my tits, I don't care what you do to me, just do me!"

 

            With that, I slammed my full length into her pussy.  It was so wet and slippery, it went in with no problem.  I had my cock buried deep into her tight wet pussy.  She felt better than I could imagine, but I could not enjoy the feeling for very long.  After just a second or two, I pulled almost all the way out, and started fucking her, trying to go slow, but this was about as much self-restraint as I had in me.  I had both hands on her hips, and was pumping in and out of the juiciest pussy I have ever seen.  She was moaning and breathing in time with my thrusting.  I reached down and rubbed her juices up and onto her asshole.  I had such a wonderful view from this angle.  I started rubbing and caressing her ass and the rim of her asshole.  She was pushing her ass back to match my rhythm.  I pushed one finger just to the first knuckle into her asshole.  She was supplying plenty of lubricant, and it slid in very easy.  She moaned ever louder, and pushed back harder.  I pulled my finger out, lubed it again with her juices and pushed it further into her asshole.  By now she was really into it.  She was gasping loud with each thrust, and pushing her ass back faster and as hard as she could.  I was picking up my pace and fucking her hard.  With my finger now buried as far into her asshole as I could reach, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her pussy through her thin slippery membrane. 

 

            We were both breathing hard and in time, faster and faster.  I was thrusting as hard and as deep into her as I could.  I could feel the pressure building and I knew I was soon going to give this woman even more juices in that already wet pussy.  I could feel the explosion building from my toes to my fingertips.  I pulled my finger out of her asshole, and grabbed both her hips and pulled her onto me as the same time I did one last lunge with my hips.  I grunted and came deep into her pussy with a load that just didn't want to stop.  At the same time, she was almost yelling and her legs were almost vibrating they were shaking so hard.  I could feel her pussy contract and grab right a hold of my cock and milk ever once of cum I had.  I held her hips pulling hard, and kept my cock buried as deep in that pussy as I could, God this felt so good.

 

            We stayed like that for a minute or two, then I started to come back to reality.  I caressed her butt some, then rubbed up her back and massaged a little on her back and shoulders, but she was silent.  It was at that point that I completely realized what I had done.  I had forcefully restrained this woman and took advantage of her in that situation.  Was she angry?  Would she now quit her job and leave me, or worse?  What had I done?  I pulled out of her, and quickly put my pants back on.  I reached up and undid the Velcro on the straps and freed her.  She stood up straight and stretched out her back.  I must say I as very nervous, but as she stretched back I had a great glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy hair.  this woman is so incredibly sexy.  I thought, well here it comes, she is going to threaten to quit or lawsuit, or whatever.  Instead she was silent.  She kicked off her shoes, reached down and pulled her pants on, put her shoes back on, walked over to her office and put her jacket on.  She headed out of the office and headed downstairs to the front door.  I followed, not a word was muttered.  When she reached the door, she unlocked it, opened it and stood with her butt against the door. 

 

            "Come here" she said.  I walked up to her not really sure what direction this was going to go.  She planted a long, lingering kiss on my lips, and just brushed her tongue against mine.  My knees that were already weak, almost gave out on that kiss. 

"That was very nasty of you, and just so you are not totally unprepared, I will get even with you” she said as she reached between my legs and grabbed a handful of my balls and rubbed up my cock.  With that she said, "Have a nice weekend", turned and walked out the door.  I stood in the door, watched her walk to her car, get in and start to pull away.  As she was driving by the door looking in at me, I saw a big smile come across her face as she saw me standing there with her thong held up to my nose.  I can't wait until the day she gets her revenge.

 

In all honesty the place was pretty much a shithole
and apparently the owner had lost not
only his ass when the interstate passed
him by but his desire to keep the place up
as well.

For me it was perfect, it only added to
the feel of the mood I was in, that hunger
to dominate her that we both craved.  I wanted
this meeting to be raw, unrehearsed and
bring out the most primal urges within us
both. 

Those deep dark places that so many
try desperately to conceal inside themselves.
That are only waiting for someone to tear
them apart at their emotional and physical
seams. To make it all come spilling out to be
greedily devoured by someone who may understand
them better than they understand themselves.

I'd even brought along a cd that
I'd looped with the songs I use for scening.
Nine Inch Nails, "I Want To Fuck You Like An
Animal", Nirvana's "Heart Shaped Box" and
Puddle of Mudd's "Control" that played
one after the other only to repeat time
and again. 

There were no awkward moments of silence
between us, no fear of speaking what was on
our minds. 
Somehow we both just knew that this was the
place we should be and what we shared was for
us alone.

"Do you trust me?" I asked firmly.

"Yes, something about you tells me that it's
OK to do that," she whispered.

"It is OK, there's nothing for you to fear
with me, no reason to run nor hide from your
desires," I assured her.

"Never be ashamed of who you are, of what
you feel inside,"I told her with a voice of
experience gathered over time and learning my
own inner secrets all too well.

I secured her with strands of slender white
cord to the chair, her supple breasts garnering
the most attention as I worked magic with the
knots that bound her, bound us to each other.

I loved how they lifted upward as the cord ran
beneath the hollow of her breasts.  The way the
nipples became so stiff and the aureola
engorged to a light shade of violet.

With my hands I cupped her upturned breasts,
squeezing them firmly, fingers probing deeply into
the tender flesh.

Her breath caught and I looked down to see
the first damp traces of wetness showing through
the crotch of her red lace panties.

The way her vulva pressed itself against the
 smooth material as it began to gather
between them.

"I' think I'm gonna cum, my pussy feels like it's
on fire," she moaned as she bit down hard on
her own lip.

A single drop of blood trickled down over her
chin where her teeth raked the almost transparent
sheeth of her lips.
"NO, not yet Angel, you can't cum until I tell
you, only when I tell you you can," I scolded her.

I licked the faint trace of blood from her lips
and chin, my mouth moving slowly down the
curve of her neck. 

Nipping gently along the smooth milky skin
as I licked her earlobe and and tugged on it with
the edges of my teeth.

"I want you to taste me, make me cum so
you can cum," I urged her.

"The warmth and wetness of my seed filling
your mouth and then your tummy, all of it yours
to devour as you cum with me."

As much as I wanted to feel the glorious pull
of her lips sliding up and down the swollen husk
of  my manhood I wanted to kiss her to taste her
tongue in my mouth.

I'd used a pair of her panties I'd gotten from
her overnight bag and tore them into thin strips to gag
her, only to quiet her when I knew she would want to
scream when things became so intense.
Screams not born of fear but rather of
desire, of release, of acknowledgement that we
were as one and shame played no part in what
we shared with each other.

I used my foot to slide a small wooden stool
beside her chair to stand on.
My free hand opening the button at the waist
of my jeans, unzipping myself so I could free my
cock for my captive angel.

Looking up at me her eyes gleamed like
firey gems, her tongue now licking the swollen
edge of her lip where she'd nicked it.

I gathered a fistful of her cherry hued mane
and twisted it into a small ponytail behind her,
knotting the hair tighter as I drew her
to my erection.

Fuck it I thought, I needed those sweet
succulent lips taking me to the base of
my prick so I removed the gag for the moment
and tossed it beside the chair.

"I can see it in your eyes, you're a cock sucker
if ever I saw one," I told her as I stared eye
to eye with her.

"I want your cum in my mouth so fucking bad,
I want to taste it on my tongue and swirl the
thickness of it around inside my mouth before
I swallow," she pleaded.

Before penetrating the warmth of her mouth I
took the hand holding my penis and reached
downward to the waistband of her panties.

The thin edge tore like tissue but the elastic held
firm allowing me to grind them between the swollen
folds of her pussy.

I knew her writhing within the chair, feeling
that lacey edge of fabric gathering up, rubbing
between the lips and soaked with her own cunt
cream would make her cum and cum hard.
She groaned from the sensation as the material
rubbed briskly against her clit, a petal pink hue,
the tip almost crimson as it became enraged with
blood.

Now I could enjoy the warm pull of her mouth,
those succulent lips gliding up and down the stalk
as her tongue bathed every ripple and crease along
my meaty tube.

"Yes, fuck yesssssssssss, use that tongue to
really lick deep into my piss hole," I gasped.

I punched the head of my prick into the hollow
of her cheeks,  her teeth skimming the length of
me as I pulled back and let her tongue part the
widening slit.

My balls began to draw tight, to nestle themselves
within the spongy covering of my shaven flesh and
I could feel that tickle, that delicious ache that I
knew would begin its slow crawl up my cock shaft.

An ache that would climb all the way to the very
bell shaped tip and then burst forth, rupture and
release the pure creamy white essence of male lust.

Taking her hair back within my fist I began using
it to control her head, shoving myself deeper into
her sucking orifice that had become my nirvana. 

Screwing the ponytail of hair between my fingers
I thrust my hips to meet each downward stroke her
lips made over my cock.

Looking at her I could see the faint lines of tears
misting from the corners of her eyes as she sought
to take my every thrust.  Bubbles of her clear saliva
foaming around the base of my erection and
dripping down the length of my penis like melting wax.

Suddenly her legs tensed and she arched her back
against the chair.  Straining against the cords bindng
her ankles her toes curled into the carpet. 
The tips glowing pink through the toes of her jet black
stockings as they fought for purchase against the rug.

I knew she was starting to cum, I looked into her
eyes as they told the true story.  That beseeching
gaze when you know your lover is there,
this moment in time when you both become as one.

"Cum you little slut, let go, don't try to fight it,
just let it go," I demanded.

I could do no more than utter it breathlessly as I
too began to erupt.  The hot wet coils of seed twisting
out only to be captured within my lover's mouth.

Pooling the milky juices atop her tongue as it
curled about my saturated cock dome and lashed
frantically to tease and tickle every drop to its release.

Her cheeks caved and released with each seperate
expulsion, her mouth floded with her own saliva and
mingling with the honeyed sap of my climax.

I could feel the vibraions of her moans, her whimpers
against the veins crisscrossing my stalk as she peaked
her own cum and her spine went stiff.

Her heels drumming against the chair legs as she
lost all control, relinquished it to me through her
trust and the knowledge that we were equals in all
things now and always.

I couldn't help but withdraw myself.  To kneel beside
her and kiss her lips.  My tongue probing within the
sticky recess of her mouth to taste myself and share
this as well.

Our eyes closing with each other, the
softness and warmth of her lips against mine
as I breathed her inside me, she breathing me
within her.  Our tongues darting against each
others as I embraced her. 

Placing her head upon my shoulder I
unfastened the cords that had bound her. 
I held her, snuggled her within
my arms, within my heart my mind, my very soul. 

This was not and end, far from it, it
was simply the dawn of an awakening
within herself and I only the instrument that
set it her free.

Both of us now bound to each other by
something far greater.
Something invisible that only we could see and touch!!!

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It hadn’t all been fun and games I been there through some bad times as well. I was on duty that terrible time her only pregnancy turned into a ruptured tube and massive hemorrhage nearing taking her life.  My surgical team saved her life, but in the process we forever ending her fertility. I remembered when her marriage fell apart in the aftermath of that great loss and how I’d talk to her for hours encouraging her along until things got better. 

Years had passed and we stayed close and still visited when we could.  It was during one of these talks in the hospital that we discovered we were both planning to take an extremely challenging certification exam in a few weeks.  “Why don’t you come over Saturday and we can quiz each other?” She asked.

I agreed and the next Saturday afternoon found us at her lovely county house set on some five acres working hard at the brightly lit kitchen table while a light snow blew about outside.  I couldn’t help admiring her breasts and they moved freely and gracefully under her blouse, but knew like all the countless times we’d been together, nothing would ever happen between us, except for affectionate hugs and kisses.  So I put my thoughts of sex with her tight, toned body away and suggested we go get something to eat. 

            The local dinner provided an informal yet intimate setting, but as I stepped over to take her arm I slipped on the back ice in the parking lot and would have fallen except for my hand finding her blouse.  I had grabbed blindly and caught the fabric at the level of her cleavage ripping the top three buttons off her blouse exposing her braless breasts to view.  I apologized, and quickly offered to take her back home to change, but she refused.  She simply covered her nipples by shifting her top and told me.  “I’m hungry!  You exposed my boobs so you can just suffer through the meal having to look at them.  And look at them I did.  Even with her blouse put back together and tucked in her top was open to a point several inches below her lovely white orbs and any movement exposed an indecent amount to cleavage at times showing hints of her areolas and forcing her to rearrange the top to stay legally covered.  

            I was rock hard and she knew the effect she was having on me and laughed knowing my discomfort, as my rigid cock was outlined clearly in my pants.  Thankfully we were sitting in the booth, but just as I started to relax I discovered she kicked off her shoes and was running her feet up and down the outline of my hard organ.  She leaned back in the seat shamelessly cupping her breasts for just a moment in the nearly empty dinner and whispering “Ahhh a sizable cock.”

            I finished the meal in a trance and somehow drove back to her house.  The door had hardly shut before we are locked in a passionate kiss that went on for many minutes.  At last I reached for her nipples as she began to moan and cry out in real passion. I removed what remained of her top and began to suckle her engorged and sensitive tips as her hips began to move against me as if of their own accord, her breath coming in quick gasps.  We had stumbled to the living room floor by this point and I wanted her naked.  Unzipping her jeans I hooked a couple of fingers under her panties and she lifted her ass so I could pull them down.  As I did, she screamed one of the longest and loudest screams I’ve ever heard.  I knew I must have hurt her so I stopped and inquired what was wrong, but at first she couldn’t talk.  Tears streamed down her checks and she writhed on the floor until she at last explained that she’d not been hurt, but as her panties pulled away from her pussy, her body has surprised her with one of the most intense orgasms of her life.  After this, I couldn’t wait to enter her and in only two of three trusts my balls we slapping against her ass as she groaned and cried out and here was were it got interesting   

            I flipped her over to her belly and began seriously fucking her from behind when she pleaded with me to hold down her hands so I pinned them beside her head as I pistoned in and out of her tiny body.  In shifting position slightly I let go of her hands and she just about shrieked out her demand that I hold them down once more.  At this point and I decided to see just how far she wanted to go.  I grabbed her hands and pulled them both up behind her.  Using my belt I tied them roughly behind her.  I then gagged her with her shirt and fucked her good and hard her juicy pussy making sloppy noises amid her stifled cried of pleasure.  Pulling my wet cock from her vulva I worked the wet tip into her tiny pink anus feeling her tense and fight against the intrusion. 

            She was so small the sensations were astonishing.  She fought against it at first but there was nothing she could do and I was soon buried to the hilt in her sweet ass.  As I began to work in and out I suddenly felt her snug orifice contract against me as she climaxed. I held her hips and kept fucking her anal passage felling her slowly shift from riding the waves of her last orgasm to the realization she was still getting fucked in the ass and now that her climax was over she’d just as soon be done.  This is so natural.  Anyone would be scared of a large object up their ass when they are not headed toward their own orgasm.  I was lucky that along the way I’d learned that if a woman can endure a few minutes of dealing with fear arousal will build back up.  She knew she wasn’t being hurt, but she was very worried about being hurt, but she would have to tolerate it just a little longer. 

            As I worked in and out of her with smooth strokes, I remembered the first time I’d experienced a woman’s back door.  I’d been over to a friend’s house when he wasn’t there and I’d gotten involved with his younger sister.  Fearful of pregnancy she offered her ass for my pleasure and I discovered that while I don’t have a massive cock of the type that instills any other man who sees it with penis envy, nor do I have movie star looks, I did for whatever reason have a cock that when concealed in the depths of a woman’s anus before long she begin to climax without clitoral contact and it frequently happens repeatedly.  April’s new movements under me interrupted my thoughts and sure enough I could tell she had gone from fear to rebuilding arousal once more.  She moaned deeply her body rhythmically contracting about my hard shaft just moments before I filled her ass with my creamy load   Gasping I lay atop her my super sensitive organ within her Rolling to the side my cock was still hard enough to slide in and out of her moving from her ass to her cunt as I willed, just using her to gain the last pleasure from my exhausted manhood.  My finger just naturally began rubbing her sex and soon another orgasm tore through her restrained body.

            Until this afternoon I’d never tied up anyone in sex play, now I’d tied up one of my best friends and I began worrying about her reaction.  What if she resented it?  Not only could I find her friendly no longer, but, I could find myself accused of raping and sodomizing her. So it was with some trepidation I released her hands from behind her and untied the gag.

            “Did I do what you wanted?” I asked

            “You won’t get any complaints from me.  God Tom, I came more times and more intensely than I have and years.  You’ve been so special to me for all these years I never wanted to ruin our relationship with sex but now there is something I feel compelled to tell you and I don’t want you to think I’m strange or something. But you’re the only one I can trust with this.

You see, when I was little, my Mother would catch me playing with myself and would make me kneel down naked with my head on the floor, my ass raised and my legs spread as far as possible.  She was going the spank my “naughty parts” so I wouldn’t play with them. Them she’d go and wail me but good with a leather strap covering my ass and especially my little girl pussy with welts. Often I’d been so close to reaching my peak when she caught me that I cum in the process of the beating. She thought I was screaming in pain and sometimes I was, but she made me cum a lot   It was very kinky bordering on incest.  I find now that I can’t cum as easily as when I am forced to or the sex has an edge to it.   I’ve always thought you were the right guy to help me experiment but I never knew how to bring up the subject.  Do you think I’m terribly perverted, or would you be willing to do more wicked things to me?”

            “What exactly are you thinking of?”

            “I have to function sexually in normal everyday sex and I am learning to, but I have longed for the last ten years maybe my whole life to have someone explore really hurting me, but you are the only person I know who I could trust to hurt me, I mean REALY hurt me, you know cause intense pain—no broken bones or anything, but you know to hurt me sexually.  Once last summer I took and switch and used it on my tits.  It left a lovely stripe, but I didn’t have the nerve to hit myself that hard again.  God, I do wish you could have seen how I masturbated about it for weeks afterward.  That what I want real pain, even temporary damage, but nothing that would deform me for life.”

            “I don’t know April.  I’ve never set out to hurt someone…”

            “But you wouldn’t be.  No really deep down.  You’d be giving me pleasure.”

            “I’ve read about such things and they always say you should have a code word or action to indicate in something is going too far.”

            “No.  I don’t want control.  Don’t you get it?  I get excited by what you just did even though I instigated it, but what I secretly desire is to have you hurt me any way you want, as much as you want, for as long as you want, without any escape possible except to take the pain and enjoy the pleasure.  I want you to force me to do every nasty thing you want me to.”

            “When do you feel up to this?”

            “Right now.”

            All right, go pee and I’ll pour you a drink; I think you’re going to need it. 

            To be continued…       Thomascan06@yahoo.com