Starting at the top she strokes her hand down my body,
ending at my belt. She undoes the latch of my belt and tells me
if I want her to continue then I should follow her. We walk a
couple of blocks to a hotel and go upstairs to our room. When
we get inside the door she slips off my jacket, loosens my
tie, and starts to undress herself, but she leaves on the
garter , hose, and bra. We are both standing next to the bed and
we grab each other and fall down on to the silk sheets covering
the bed.

We are lying there kissing and feeling each other when she says
that she should get going. She gets out of bed and starts
towards her pile of clothes on the floor. I get
up, come up from behind her and spin her around and push her
to her knees. I grab her black hair and pull her face to my
hard cock and tell her to eat and swallow. After she pleases me
I pick her up and carry her over to the bed and throw her down
on it. I spread her long legs apart and push my face towards her
aching pussy. I stay there teasing and tormenting her
bringing her to the brink of orgasm many times but then
backing down each time. She is soaked in sweat, writhing on
the bed begging me to let her come. But I ignore her plea.

After at least another half hour I allow her to come. I then
climb on top of her and penetrate her quivering flesh. Later I
turn her over and take her doggie style. Lisa starts begging me
to stop and let her sleep but instead I lay down and make her
get on top and make her fuck herself slowly from above. When I
am satisfied I let her rest, however she must sleep with her
head nestled in my groin.

Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town,
musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop,
what I was going to do about my many problems at work, and how sore my feet
were getting as I trudged home in the hot sun…

I was hot and sweaty by the time I walked up the driveway and slowly swung
the door open and entered the relative coolness of the house, when you met
me at the door.

“Oh, bad day, honey?” you asked, a look of concern on your face.

“You bet,” I nodded grimly, and then suddenly I knew my day was going to be
different.

Instead of your usual jeans and T-shirt, you were wearing an elegant
red dress and high-heel shoes, with your blonde hair cascading to your
shoulders with a grace that bespoke a careful preparation for this moment.

Your dress, which ended at mid-thigh, showed off your long, shapely
legs, and clung to your every curve. My thoughts of work, of the
bus, of the long walk home, quickly evaporated as I thought ahead to
the coming evening.

“Are we going out for dinner?” I asked, taking in the sight of your
beautiful, intoxicating body and feeling a slight, familiar stirring
in my loins.

“No, I thought we’d stay home and enjoy ourselves… I’ve got a couple
of steaks on the grill, and we can open that wine we’ve been saving…
I just thought you’d like a special evening with me…”

“Every evening with you is special,” I murmured, and you giggled in reply
as you hugged me. The smell of the sizzling steaks drifted through the
back door, causing my stomach to speak of its own hunger, as a hunger more
basic also awoke, stimulated by your scent that hung in the air as we parted
and you swayed through the doorway to pull the steaks off the grill.

I struggled with the wine cork, and managed to work it free just as you
returned, your legs long and graceful beneath the hem of your dress.
I poured your wineglass first, followed by mine, as you smoothed your
dress with a sweep of your hands, and sat down.

“Your wine, my dear,” I smiled.

“Thank you,” you replied with a dimpled smile, and we dug into our food. You
kicked your shoes off and began playing with me with your bare feet as we
ate, caressing my feet and lower legs, and I found it hard to concentrate on
my food as we repeatedly paused to gaze at each other.

We lingered after the meal was complete, slowly finishing our wine and
talking, and then I got up and began gathering the dishes from the
table.

Your hand stopped me. “No,” you murmured. “We’ll have time for that
later.” Leading me to the living room, you turned and bent over slightly
as you put on a record, and, as the soft scratch of the needle gave way
to the beginning of Kenny Rogers, you held out your hands. “Dance?”

“By all means,” I murmured with a smile, as our arms enfolded around
each other and we began swaying to the music.

“My day just improved,” I murmured into your ear. My hands caressed
you restlessly, playing with your hair, and stroking your curves through
the fabric of your dress.

“It gets better,” you giggled. Your hands drifted lower as we danced,
tracing a line along the inseam of my trousers, slowly trailing your long
fingernails lightly up my inner thigh until you found the rapidly-growing
bulge at the front of my pants.

“Mmmmm, it does, indeed,” I murmured. You felt a hand slip under the hem
of your dress, to caress your soft skin through the fabric of your panties.
The hem of your dress lifted slightly with my efforts, revealing the lacy
hem of your black satin half-slip, and our bodies molded together more tightly
as we began slowly, tentatively, exploring each other’s mouths with our
tongues.

Your hand became more insistent on my growing bulge, stroking along my
length boldly. Our breathing quickened, and grew more ragged, becoming
punctuated with soft little sighs of pleasure as we surrendered to each
other.

“I want you, John,” you murmured.

“I want you, too, Nicole,” I answered, easing my fingers past the
waistband of your panties and searching for your warm wetness. “Tell
me again that you want me… that you want my hard manhood…”

You reached down and unbuckled my belt, then pulled it free from the
belt loops and cast it aside. “No,” you declared. “This time we do it
my way. I do NOT want your ‘hard manhood’.”

“You don’t?” I replied, puzzled. Your fingers quickly unclasped my
trousers and pulled my zipper down.

“No,” you said, then paused, a look of indecision passing over you,
which was then replaced by one of determined resolve. You took a deep
breath, pulling my stiffness free and stroking it with your fingers.

Dropping to your knees, your warm, wet mouth descended to my hot, hard
desire. “I want your COCK,” you blurted, closing your lips around me
and wetting my length with your warm tongue. “I want your COME,” you
added, becoming braver as you cast your fears aside with an abandon
growing more reckless by the second. “I want your hot COCK to spurt
your sweet COME down my throat, and I want to SWALLOW it.”

With each deliciously naughty phrase, your mouth and tongue worked
more vigorously over my long… hot… COCK… (yielding to your desires,
I began to adopt that term as my own), bringing me so close to the brink
of orgasm that I knelt on the floor before you, gasping in pleasure.
Your warm, wet mouth followed me down.

Our bodies lay next to each other, as you took my cock in your mouth
again and again. You could feel it getting longer as my excitement
grew. And then you gasped as well, as my hand reached beneath the hem
of your dress and tugged at your panties, drawing them down enough to
reach you with my fingers again and slip inside your warm wetness.

Your mouth stroked me, and my fingers stroked you… relentlessly,
insistently… and our cries of pleasure grew more passionate…
You jerked your head as you felt your mouth fill with a hot, salty
taste that betrayed my passion as a foretaste of my life spasmed over
your loving tongue… then again, as you cried out in your abandon and
a larger spurt issued from the large, thrusting member in your mouth.

And your sighs became louder, climbing in pitch as my tongue probed
within you, exploring you, tasting of your hot, sweet tanginess with
complete abandon.

Then you felt me withdrawing from you, and looked up with your green
eyes to see me unbuttoning my shirt. You took this moment to grasp
your damp panties and pull them down your long legs, scissoring your
legs to cast them aside from your ankles.

Then you gasped in surprise as you saw me reach over, pick up my
discarded leather belt, and grasp one of your arms firmly and begin
tying one end of the belt to your wrist.

“John, what are you doing?” you screamed, struggling, as I looped the belt
through one of the couch legs and began tying the other end of the belt
to your other wrist.

“Just making sure you don’t get away,” I murmured huskily, and you suddenly
stopped struggling as you realized what I was doing. Actually, you knew
you could wriggle out of your bonds quite easily if you wanted to… but
you didn’t want to. You wriggled sensuously on the floor in a mock struggle
to free yourself, your hands high over your head as you lay on the floor.

“Ohhhhh, then what are you going to DO with me, then?” you purred in a
low voice. Your dress had hiked up your hips, and your glistening, wet
womanhood beckoned to me as your legs opened in silent invitation, framed
by the black silk of your half-slip.

I was stepping out of my trousers, and casting aside my white shorts,
watching you eye my exposed, hard manhood with unconcealed interest.

I took a deep breath, as I bent to unbutton your dress, starting at
your throat and continuing down, exposing your lacy black bra… kissing
your exposed skin at your collarbone as each button came free. Finally,
as I undid the button at your navel, and turned your body slightly to
unclasp your bra and ease it up out of my way, I paused, a hand massaging
one of your nipples, gently, and looked into your eyes.

“I want to fuck you,” I murmured.

“Oh, say that again… it excites me,” you sighed.

My hand felt your nipple harden, and your eyes glazed over with unashamed
lust. “I want to fuck you,” I repeated.

“Ohhhhh, again.” My body pressed against yours, and you felt the heat
of my member on your inner thighs as I positioned myself at your eager
entrance.

“I want to FUCK you,” I breathed into your ear, as you drew your knees
up and spread your legs wider, arching your back as I slid deep, deep
inside your honeyed warmth.

“Again!” you moaned. “Ohhhh, how I want you!”

My mouth drifted to your breasts and began tonguing your nipples as
your body responded with a series of shudders than ended in a gasp
and a soft moan from your moist lips. “UhhhhNNNNGGHHHH!”

“I… want… to… ohhhhhhh, Nicole! Want to… to… FUCK…
ohhhh…”, I moaned, as your body endured my passionate thrusting
and our breathing intensified.

“Yes!” you cried. “Yes! Oh, John, COME inside me! I want your
come! I want you to FUCK me! I want… ohhhhh…”

Your back arched suddenly, and your head tossed from side to side
spasmodically, as a tremor slowly but completely took over your body,
and I felt you tense under me as you experienced each wave of pleasure,
more intense than the last. Your eyes closed for a moment as you were
overcome by the intensity of your response, and I watched as your
eyelids fluttered briefly, and you gritted your teeth… and then
your mouth dropped open again.

Then I groaned in pleasure as my thrusting… COCK… spasmed, once,
twice, countless times, endlessly filling you with my sweet, heavy
seed… and the sensations brought you over the brink, triggering a
squeal of pleasure that echoed off the walls, as your body bucked and
writhed beneath mine.

You closed your eyes as I collapsed against you, and experienced that
dreamy twilight state for an endless moment, as our breathing slowly
returned to normal, and then you felt my hands releasing your bonds, and
you slowly brought your hands back to their normal position, noticing a
slight stiffness in your muscles, as you caressed my hair gently.

“Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful,” you murmured, still stroking my hair
at the base of my neck. Your voice was languid, tranquil. “So how’s
your day now? Still having a ‘bad day’?” You giggled.

“I’m having a wonderful day,” I murmured gently, a soft breathiness
coloring my voice.

“Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you’re going to have!” you
taunted, giggling again.

“UH oh,” I smiled in response.

room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the

diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another

feminine products advertisement. ‘Not if she was mine’ he

thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.

Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back

to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch

against the window as a storm raged outside.

A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An

ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few

papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case

against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead

one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business

appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind,

however, would have shown a completely different story.

He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling

a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back,

clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not

take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he

saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her.

Then she stood quietly.

For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the

only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he

lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had

come to serve him.

She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to

protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her

hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown

closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could

see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her

eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless.

Finally, he broke the silence with a single word.

‘Disrobe’, he said with a voice that was not a request, but a

command.

He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the

doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on.

He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew

she must obey.

Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened

it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor.

She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf

at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees.

Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up

under her skirt.

Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she

pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck.

Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At

the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory

cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch.

On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in

the passions of lovemaking.

Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to

fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she

reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he

could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As

he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see

the motion of the rings with each move she made.

Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent

slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed

her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor.

As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A

slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and

muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy

her master’s every wish.

He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm

breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach.

Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare

mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself

well. Not a trace of hair remained.

Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until

they entered the tall leather boots. ‘She will do’ was his only

thought.

He turned his attention away from her, leaving her

standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched

the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program.

‘Topping todays newscast’, droned the newscaster,’heavy

rains have caused minor flooding problems in the nations

Capitol. And on the sports scene…’. His attention wandering,

he took in the contents of the room again. She still stood

there, quietly.

He fixed his stare on her, ‘Shower’, he commanded.

For the first time since she had finished undressing she

moved. Quickly, as if fearing to anger him, she retreated to the

bathroom. As he paid light attention to the latest basketball

scores he could hear the water running strongly from the other

room.

After a few minutes it stopped. She reentered the

bedroom, a towel in one hand. She returned to in front of the

door, standing in the pile of her clothing. She stood, arms at

her side, legs spread slightly, waiting.

He rose from the bed and walked over to her. Walking

around her slowly he examined her. As he stood behind her, he

placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shudder at

his touch, telling him that she was already feverish with

anticipation. With a frustrating slowness he moved his hands

lightly down her back, outlining her spine with one finger of

each hand. As he reached her buttocks, he rotated his hands, so

his thumbs slide down the crease and his fingers spread her

cheeks wide.

He dropped to his knees and with the lightest of touches

tasted inside her thighs. Allowing his trail of moisture to

move upwards he began to meet her moistness. Her taste was sweet

and warm on his lips. He could feel the tension in her body from

his touches, so he withdrew.

Standing directly in front of her, his back to the bed,

he uttered ‘undress me’. For the first time she spoke. Her eyes

lowered to the floor as she answered ‘Yes, Master.’

This was not their first time together, and she knew

exactly what to do. She reached up, keeping her eyes cast

downward, She loosened the tie around his neck. Removing it, she

carefully folded it and placed it neatly on the dresser.

Delicately, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed

his watch. This she placed next to the tie. She returned and

demurely unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt.

Walking behind him, she removed it from his shoulders. This she

took across the room, and carefully arranged on a hanger in the

closet.

When she returned, she knelt in front of him. Placing

her arms behind her back she leaned forward and grasped the

leather of his belt between her teeth. Cleverly, she pulled the

strap free, and uncoupled it from the tooth in the buckle. She

then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes.

The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next

she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she

straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back

of each shoe.

At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front

of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly

lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to

make sure none of it touched the floor she eased each legs down

over his foot and off. Finally, she hung these, with care, in

the closet and returned.

While she had been hanging the pants up, dressed only in

a bright green bikini brief, he had returned to the bedside

chair. Sitting back he watched her as she returned.

Reaching down he opened the small overnight case near

him. From it, he took a very light silver chain, and a set of

handcuffs.. With an almost invisible motion of his hand she came

forward and prostrated herself at his feet. He reached down and

attached one end of the chain to a small loop at the back of her

collar. She intuitively placed her arms behind her back and he

firmly closed the cuffs over them. He checked the coupling of

the chain at her neck. Taking the other end in one hand, he

reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look

at him, he spoke.

‘Who am I?’ he questioned.

‘You are my Master’, she answered.

‘And what do you exist for?’

‘To serve your needs as your sex slave’, she replied. At

these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his

feet.

Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward

into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of

happiness crossed her face.

‘May I give you pleasure Master?’ she whispered.

A simple small nod of the head was all she got in

return. He then turned his attention away from her, and back to

the television.

He was sitting on the edge of the chair and her face

hovered inches above his crotch. She knew what he expected, and

was boiling inside with anticipation. Gently, she lowered her

head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric.

She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her

touch.

His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one

side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth

and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him

completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge

of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below.

Lowering her shoulders she put her mouth into position

just below the head of his cock. She could see small jerks of

movement in it, an unacknowledged excitement on his part for

what was ahead. Opening her mouth, and lowering her tongue, she

allowed the partially erect member to enter her mouth. Moving

slowly, she pressed on until the entire organ was resting on her

tongue, and deep into her mouth. Then she closed her mouth over

it, bathing it in warmth and sensation.

Instantly, she could feel the response. Blood flowed

rapidly into the muscle, engorging it and dramatically

increasing its size. Yet through this she struggled to hold him

deep inside her mouth.

Quickly, it reached full erectness. She could feel the

pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick

head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear.

Ever so slowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly

back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming

more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she

could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head

in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a

slow, but sure, rhythm.

She continued this way in silence. The only response she

noted has the deepening of this breath, and the increasingly

strong throbs through his cock. She began to feel his body tense

around her. His legs began to press in against her shoulders and

she could feel his buttocks tense up under him. She renewed her

efforts, thinking only of the satisfaction she was giving him.

As she felt a series of powerful pulsations in the cock

buried in her throat she knew she was succeeding in pleasing

him. With a tremendous intake of breathe, she sucked even harder

and buried him to the hilt inside her mouth.

‘No! Stop!’ she heard him cry out.

Too late she realized he had wanted to wait. As she

began to try to pull away she felt one last throb, and felt the

powerful gushes of his orgasm fill her mouth. Even as she

struggled to swallow the rapidly discharging fluid, she knew she

had erred.

She cringed at his feet as he stood from the chair.

‘Stupid slut! Didn’t I teach you better than that?’

She knew there could be no answer. She had failed in

serving him, and knew she must be disciplined.

He moved to the edge of the bed, and sat there, his cock

still at full erection. Using his chain, he pulled her to stand

beside him. Then with one hand on her back, and the other

pulling the chain, he pulled her down across his knee.

‘You have been a bad girl.’ he said. ‘You have forgotten

who decides what happens here. This should help you remember.’

She lay across his lap, her naked buttocks in the air,

feet spread slightly. Her head was down near the floor on the

other side of him, held low by his grasp on her leash.

She felt, rather than heard, his hand raise into the air

and come crashing down on her bare behind.

CRACK!

The sound echoed off the walls of the small quiet room.

She felt the heat immediately converge on the spot his hand had

struck. Mixed with the pain she felt was a sharp twinge of

pleasure from her groin.

SLAP!

‘Will you ever learn?’ she heard him say. ‘Answer me!’

‘Yes Master’, she whimpered ‘I will be much better now,

a perfect slave to your will’. Even as she spoke these words,

the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her

tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from

her, and hoped he wouldn’t anger.

He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight

bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly,

wishing she could move to ease the tight muscles in her arms.

Pointing to the bed he quietly told her ‘Lie down on

your back’. When she had, he reached back into the bag and

withdrew an assortment of ropes. Working silently, he took four

long lengths and ran them under the bed. Two running top to

bottom at the outside edges, and two running across the bottom

at the head and foot.

He then took several shorter pieces and began to attach

her to his web. Each arm in turn, and then each leg. When he

finished she was firmly pinned to the bed. pulling on any arm

would drag the other off the side of the bed. Each leg reacted

the same. She lay spread-eagled to his gaze.

Two fine gold chains appeared in his hand. With one hand

he pulled her head up off the bed slightly. With the other, he

attached one end of each to her nipple rings. The other end

attached to an earring. Then he released her head, knowing that

she could not lower it to the bed without causing herself pain.

He looked down on her and could see threads of cum on

her neck. With a finger he scooped these up and placed them on

her tongue. She carefully cleaned his finger with her tongue

after she had swallowed these missed traces.

Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out two items.

The first was a lacey white set of panties. These had snaps at

the sides of a long band of material, and at the crotch. From

the crotch came two other strips, and there was no covering for

the buttocks. Working roughly, he slid this under her and

fastened the side panels, leaving the crotch open and her tight

ass uncovered. The second was a large human shaped vibrator.

Taking a large glop of KY, he covered it from the base to the

tip. Then, turning it on low speed, he placed it at the opening

to her quivering pussy. At the touch she gritted her teeth.

After a few seconds of teasing, he pressed it deeply inside her.

She could feel the vibrator fill her aching cavity. He reached

down and snapped the crotch to the leg straps. This preventing

even her well trained internal muscles from removing it. She

could feel the vibrations strongly where the tip of the vibrator

pressed firmly against her cervix.

He stood up, and began to dress. ‘I’ll be back in a

little while’, he said. ‘I’m going down to the lobby for a

moment. I will be listening at the door when I return, so don’t

make a sound’.

How long stayed away, she couldn’t tell. The pleasure

coming from her pussy in lightning like shocks overwhelmed her

senses. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the

feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples

would bring her quickly back from the edge. Over, and over she

went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture

between her thighs.

At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and

looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he

undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and

released the ropes at her wrists and legs.

‘On your knees’, he commanded.

She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head

low and the nipple chains loose. Kneeling up she felt him

standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he

tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her

wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her

knees. With her head against the mattress, ass was wide open

high in the air behind her.

As she shifted, she felt the vibrator press even deeper

inside her. The low buzz captured her mind completely at last,

allowing her only knowledge of it and nothing else. She no

longer knew he, the room, or reality existed.

The motion of the bed shifting brought her back. She

could feel him kneeling behind her. Then she felt a warm, hard,

slippery pressure at the opening to her anus. She caught her

breath as she felt him begin to enter her. As her sphincter

closed over his thick head she felt the shudders of orgasm

trying to overcome her. With every effort of willpower she had,

she fought it back.

He settled into a slow, fulfilling rhythm, pressing deep

inside her, then withdrawing to leave only the head trapped. She

could feel his hands running across her back and caressing her

smooth buttocks.

He began to press deeper and harder, and she could hear

his breath coming more quickly. She began to allow the feelings

to overtake her mind again. When she could feel he was about to

come she let her mind go, and lost herself in the passions of

orgasm.

As she was releasing herself she felt one hand move from

her back to her crotch. As the first explosions began to wrench

her mind she felt the vibrator begin to buzz at high speed. At

the same instant she felt his hand come down one her ass in a

sharp spank. The effect was instantaneous. What had been

explosions, became deflagrations. Her mind shattered in ecstasy

as she felt him swell and fill her ass with his hot cum. She

felt, but ignored, the pain in her nipples as she arched in

uncontrollable feeling. Finally, completely drained, she knelt

limp as he pulled out of her.

She quivered at his touch as he released her bonds. As

he lay back on the bed she knew what to do. Standing on barely

stable legs she walked into the bathroom and returned with a

warm washcloth. Carefully, she bathed his cock and balls with

it. When satisfied he was clean and resting, she stood and took

her place by the door.

With a wave of his hand, he closed his eyes and rested.

At that signal she dressed, and left. She knew she would return

again … and again. She loved her husband.