My wife, let's call her Wendy, had been having fantasies about a friend of ours for almost a year. She told me all about them and we had played out some of them during our love making. The more we talked about him the more turned on she and I would get.

One evening she told me that, let's call him Mark, had called and said he was coming over to borrow something and wanted to see what we had planned for the weekend, but she didn't know what time it would be.
Wendy had just gotten out of the shower and had put on a short terry cloth robe and laid out on the couch to relax.

Wendy told me, "I'm going to lay here and pretend I'm asleep while you guys talk."
I told her, "Ok. So you want to show off a little huh?"
"Yep." Was all she said.
Mark knocked on the door.
"Hey." I whispered. "Everyone is sleeping so come on in and have a seat." I said, as I pointed to the end of the couch where Wendy was playing possum.
We both looked over at the couch. Wendy was laying out with one leg off the couch and the other pulled up and leaning against the back of the couch. You could almost make out some of her pussy.
"Hey, I got to go the john so make yourself comfy. I'll be back." I told him as he sat on the couch and I walked down the dark hall toward the bathroom.
I opened the bathroom door, turned on the light and closed the door. But, I didn't go in. I quietly walked back down the hall toward the living room and stayed in the dark out of sight.

Mark was sitting there on the couch and peeking over his shoulder at what Wendy was allowing him to see.
Wendy shifted and as she did she pulled her robe up just a little and exposed her entire pussy to Mark. I thought he was going to fall off the couch. I could tell from the way he had crossed his leg he was gettin hard.
Mark then leaned over a little toward Wendy. Getting a closer look.
His eyes were glued on her and he didn't notice her looking at him.
"You can touch it if you want to." She told him as she place her hand on it and parted the lips slightly.
"Uh, oh, sorry.....didn't know you were awake." He studdered.
"I've been awake the whole time. You want to touch it?" She asked again as she pull her leg up on the couch and laid it on his lay and began to rub him with her heel.

Mark and I had talked about Wendy on several occasions and I knew that he had been wanting her for some time also.
He reached over and began to rub her pubic hair and then her clit. I thought she was going to have an orgasm right then. It didnt take long before he was licking her and sliding a finger into her hot wet pussy. Within a minute she had grabbed his head and was having a hard orgasm.
She gets very sensitive after one of those and pushed him away and sat up.
He leaned back and she began to undo his belt and then unzipped his pants.
She gasped as she pulled out the biggest dick she or I had ever seen in person before.


About 2 seconds later she was sucking him like she hadn't been fed in months. He had to be at least 10" and thick.
She could only get a little over half of it in her mouth but I could tell she loved it. She looked over at the hallway and I could tell she could see me there with my dick in hand.
He put his hand on her head and began to stroke her long brown hair as she made love to his hard cock with her mouth.

She and I could both sense his orgasm building. His cock visibly swelled more and more and I could make out the underside of it very well.
He moaned and I saw her stop with about 2" in her mouth. His cock throbbed and I could see his cum shooting through his cock into her mouth.
Her cheeks bulged as he filled her mouth. Some began to ooze out the corner of her mouth as I saw her begin to swallow. She told me that she wasn't going to do that, but I guess she had changed her mind.

After he came and she had swallowed all of him they kissed and she laid back on the couch. He tucked his spent cock away.
I quietly walked back to the bathroom, opened the door and turned out the light. Walked back to the living room and pretended like I had seen nothing.
Wendy had returned to her original position and Mark stood and we walked outside for a talk. He told me that she was looking really good laying there and that he was tempted to touch her.

He's going to freak out when I tell him in a few days that I watched the whole thing from the hall. HA HA.
Wendy really let me have it good after he left. Man was she ever hot.
Hopefully, next time she can do us both. That's another fantasy she has.

Laying beside You in bed watching TV, i turn over and ask if i may suck Your cock. You give me permission after kissing me deeply, so i slide down your body, my lips leaving a trail from your neck to the head of your cock. Slowly i take your cock into my mouth, my tongue and lips sucking at the head, my mouth wet and warm. Inch by inch i take Your cock deeper into my mouth, knowing how much You love that, trying to please you. Feeling You harden against my tongue, Your cock throbbing against my lips. After awhile i hear You tell me to roll on my stomach. i feel the rope around my wrists as You bind them together, and trap them behind my back. i feel Your fingers trail over the small of my back, Your fingertips brushing against my ass, rubbing the hole with lube.

You slide a small plug into my ass, then move Your fingers down to my pussy, sliding two fingers in and out, Your pinky sliding against my clit. i hear You whisper, "lay on your side slut". You kneel at the side of the bed, Your fingers reaching for my hard nipples, pinching them lightly, then leaning forward to take them into Your mouth. i feel your teeth sink into them making me moan in pain and pleasure. When You've worked both of them you attach clothespins to each one. You whisper, "spread your legs slut", and slide a finger into my pussy as Your other hand pulls the clothespins lightly and flicks them. You hear my moans deepen and feel my pussy get wetter and wetter around Your fingers, getting close to cumming. You stop and withdraw Your fingers, and kneel in front of my head. You grab the hair at the base of my neck, Your other hand clamping around my breast causing more pressure against the clamped nipple.

You shove Your cock deep into my mouth, fucking it for a few minutes, then release me and step back. "Roll back on your knees whore" as i watch You get on the bed behind me, out of my vision. i feel the plug being slid in and out of me and one of your fingers on my clit, fucking me slowly with the plug, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. i hear you whisper, "cum when I tell you slut, your pussy needs to be nice and wet for this". my heart jumps, wondering what you have planned for me. Suddenly i hear You command me to cum, my pussy reacting, floods Your finger with wetness, as i scream with the release You have given me. i become aware after a few minutes that You have slid three fingers into me, fucking my pussy hard with them. I feel You slide Your pinky in slightly spreading Your hand to open me up more. Realizing You are going to fist me in that position, i try spreading my knees so Your fist will go in easier. As soon as i move i feel Your hand smack my ass hard. "Did i tell you you could move slut?" "No Master", i whimper.

Again i feel Your hand smack my ass hard. "Get back where you were whore, and don't move"! Abruptly you shove all four fingers back inside of me, fucking me harder then before, making my clothespinned nipples scrape against the bed over and over. i know how much You enjoy hearing me whimper with that kind of pain. i feel Your fingers stop in my pussy as You shove Your thumb inside of me, stretching me. Suddenly You push your whole fist deep into my pussy, loving the way my moans crack with the wonderful pain of being stretched by my Master's hand. You fist me hard, giving me no chance to adjust to Your hand. Your other hand reaches around releasing on my nipples from the clothespin, sending new waves of pleasure and pain through me. After what feels like an eternity in my haze of pleasure and pain You withdraw your fist, and then withdraw the anal plug. Grabbing my hips You thrust Your cock deep into my ass.

Riding it hard and fast, your hands using the bindings on my wrist for leverage. Harder and faster You pump into me, until i feel Your cock explode deep inside of me. You slow Your pace as Your cock empties in my ass, reaching around you unclamp the other clothespin, causing a small scream from me. Your fingers lightly pinch my swollen nipple causing more pain. But i hear those lovely words, "cum slut" and my body body contracts with the largest orgasm of the night. i am moaning at the pleasure of cumming, while whimpering from the pain in my nipple. You pull out as i collapse on my side. Your hands lovingly unbinding my wrists, and rubbing my shoulders.

After a minute You pull me into Your arms. Holding me close, kissing my mouth. "I love you Master, thank you." You kiss my forhead and reply, "I love you slut, and you are welcome".

"Hello sweet pet, you have too many clothes on." Her words penetrated him to his core. She held his heart, his mind, and his soul, and she knew it. "Yes Mistress, may I remove them?" "Please do", she said. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. He was not comfortable with nudity and she knew this, but it was her will, and it was his place to obey. Slowly, he removed his clothing and folded it neatly as she wished. Once naked, he approached slowly, and gracefully, lowered himself to the floor at her feet. It was his place of destiny, to be there and serve. She truly was a goddess he thought as he looked up into her eyes, so pretty and penetrating. She sat in her usual chair, the brown recliner, reading her mail on her laptop and perusing the ads on the Internet. She was in search of a boy playmate for herself and her pet.

"May I massage your feet Mistress", he asked. "Please". He positioned himself in front of her and grabbing the peppermint lotion, and squeezed a bit into his palm. Rubbing his hands together to heat it, he began to coat her feet. It was tingly and refreshing, and he knew it would bring Mistress pleasure. She loves having her feet massaged. As he rubbed her feet, pressing his fingers into her arches, she moaned in pleasure, the stress of the day leaving her body with each new caress. He smiled, knowing he was serving his Mistress and bringing joy to her. He continued, moving up to her calves and knees, massaging away the knots and tension from her muscles. As he worked, he noticed her glass was almost empty. He rose, without command and took her glass to the kitchen to refill her drink. White wine and lemon water with ice. Her favorite. After filling it and stirring it, he again approached Mistress and offered her fresh drink to her. She glanced up from her screen for a moment to accept the glass. "Thank you pet." "You are welcome Ma'am." Again, he found his place at her feet and continued her massage. What a wonderful life I have he thought. She is so perfect for me, and I am honored at being allowed to serve.

He finished her massage and excused himself to wash the lotion from his hands. When he returned and lowered himself to his place at her feet, she logged off her laptop and set it aside. She was beautiful. She wore a t-shirt and nothing more. Her legs spread and she patted her shrine. He knew what she wanted. It was her unspoken signal to him. She was hungry and required his tongue at her shrine. He had become an expert in servicing her this way, learning every nuance of her body and her pleasures. He lowered his mouth to her, lightly licking and kissing around the entrance. She sighed with pleasure.

He took her between his lips and slowly concentrated his ministrations on her pleasure center. As she grew damp, he inserted his fingers, first one, then two into her shrine, feeling the wet warmth trapping them there. She was moving her hips now, and he knew this was what she needed. He began to subtly move his fingers inside, brushing her special place, making her moan and rise with heat. His tongue began to concentrate and focus on just the tip of her button under the hood. He knew exactly how to play her like a violin. Bringing Mistress pleasure was his sole purpose in life. It was the very thing he lived for. Soon, she began to gasp and moan. She was floating through a wonderful orgasm. His licks became feather light, barely touching her, his fingers still and pressing upward inside on her special spot.

Her orgasm shook her and she voiced the pleasure she was feeling. Slowly, it began to ebb and his tongue continued its merciless, slow soft touch, making her convulse from the after shocks. When she came down, he slowly planted soft wet kisses all over her shrine. His tongue slipped inside to retrieve all of her heavenly nectar. He could live on this alone, he thought. She is a goddess, my Mistress, and I love her so. He touched her, caressing her body, kissing her all over, telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her. "I love you too pet", she said. He knew he had found his place.

As he lay across the footstool relaxing after servicing Mistress, he felt totally relaxed and happy. The room was dark except for two candles burning dimly across the room. Mistress stood, and said, "Don't move, stay right where you are." "Yes Mistress" came his reply. He wondered in his mind what was happening. Mistress usually had plans when she made a statement like that. Time seemed to slow almost to a stop while he waited patiently; unable to see the hallway she went down toward the bedroom. What could she be doing for so long he wondered? Soon enough he heard her footsteps approaching. He sensed her behind him, and then felt her slipping the blindfold over his eyes. God, he loved the feeling of the darkness. It heightened his senses so. Mistress wanted to play it seemed. He had not been under her crop for a while, and anxiously awaited the painful pleasures to come. He knew he was not in trouble, and had committed no infractions. Mistress' favorite saying is "Discipline renders punishment unnecessary." He knew she was going to hurt him for her pleasure as much as for his. And, he wanted it. She is a master with her tools and knows every inch of his body and how to take him on that wonderful journey.

Slap! Her hand came down upon his ass, spreading a lovely warmth through his skin. Again, her hand slapped his other cheek. She knew how to warm him up and ease him into the pain he would soon experience. Serious pain! Again and again her blows rained down on him, each harder than the last. The glow was spreading through him, a stinging glow that began to build slowly. As he anticipated the next hit, it didn't come, instead, she caressed his skin softly and lovingly. The change nurtured him and made him feel loved. Then, suddenly, he heard the swish and felt the intense burn of the crop on his skin. Mistress had picked it up with her other hand while caressing him.

It was unexpected and wonderful at the same time. The blows started to speed up; he felt his skin burning and was approaching a threshold of tolerance. Just as he thought he could take no more, she stopped and stroked his skin, and used her nails to tease his skin more. God, she knew exactly how to play him and how to use him. "How are you pet?" she whispered in his ear, in a voice dripping with sensuality. "Wonderful Mistress, thank you for your love." She kissed his ear, her tongue teasing him and tantalizing him. He was in heaven; she was moving his mind to new places.

She reached down and picked up his favorite tool, a cat with long, stiff harsh tails. They left such lovely marks and were capable of splitting his skin should she choose. She loved using it and seeing the welts rise. As he lie there, anxious and wondering what was next, she started to stroke him lightly, letting the tails trail over his hot flesh. He tensed momentarily, knowing what was to come. He knew it would hurt, and it would hurt badly, but he craved it like a drug, and he needed a fix. He would not wait long. The tails trailed across him, weaving their sensuous spell over him. Suddenly, without warning, they left his skin then a second later, the first of hundreds of blows came down on him, biting into his flesh. He winced, groaned, and tensed up his cheeks.

She waited a second, and he relaxed again, then, slap! Again and again the tails came down in varying degrees of strength. She was playing her instrument, him. His skin felt as though it was igniting with flames, but he stayed in place, not moving. He could not disappoint her or interrupt her pleasure. She stopped, surveying the lines of her art on his skin. It was welting nicely, she thought. Again, stroked and caressed his skin, her hand slipping between his legs and fondling his erotic center. She was an expert, and knew just how to peak his experience. Her hands left him, and again the tails came down, harder and harder, across one side then the other. As he approached tears, the blows moved to his back, stinging him with their bite. He arched, and groaned, she was into the scene now, her eyes glazing, her passion rising.

Pain was her pleasure, and she loved applying it to her submissive. She knew he would take whatever she gave him. As she struck him, she loved seeing his body bend and twist, in a vain attempt to avoid them. He would not rise though, and she knew this. Could she take him to the safe word? Perhaps, but she secretly hoped he would not use it and end the fun. She was growing moist. She truly loved doing this. The sound of each stroke landing on his flesh was like an electrical shot to her clitoris. Her heat was rising and she knew she would need satisfaction again when it was over.

The cat rained down upon him for an hour, his flesh on the verge of bleeding. She stopped and stroked him lightly, feeling the welts that had risen from his skin. Covering his back and ass, it was beautiful. Already, the entire area of his rear was covered in bruises and was hot to the touch. Even now, through the welts and bruises, she could still see the two symbols she had placed on his skin previously. Each cheek had a large capital S burned into it symbolizing his station with her as her slave slut. They were not as prominent now she thought. It had been two weeks since she used her cigarette to burn the letters into his flesh. It was not a sadistic wish of hers she had forced on him though. He had requested the marks as a symbol of his devotion to her and to his position.

Who was she to deny him this pleasure? An evil grin spread across her lips. I think he has had enough for tonight she thought. She left momentarily and entered the kitchen. In the distance, he heard the icemaker grinding and dispensing cubes. Soon, she returned, and he felt her spreading the ice across his ass, easing the burn. "Ah, that feel so good", he thought. The ice melted quickly, dripping water down his thighs and into his crevice. He mewled in pleasure. She did this so well. She knew just how far to go and just how to bring him back. When she ice was gone, removed his blindfold, reclined in her chair and motioned for him to come to her. He knew she wanted to hold him. She always liked to hold each other and spread the feeling of love to her submissive to bring him down from sub space slowly. He held her and, looking into her eyes, said, "I love you so much Mistress, thank you." "I love you too pet." She said.

Your marks look nice, but the right one is more prominent than the left. They will need to be touched up next week. Hearing this, he knew what he needed. Slipping back to his position at his feet, he bent forward and kissed each of her feet. "Mistress, please, may we touch it up now?" "Are you sure you want that now?" "Yes, please Mistress, please touch it up for me." "Alright", she said. "Assume your position." He leaned over the footstool again and looked up at her. She lit her cigarette and teased him by leisurely inhaling and blowing the smoke at him. He did love when she did that. She moved behind him and told him to stroke himself as she did it. He began to stroke himself, getting hard, knowing what was coming. "Do not cum until I say." She said. "Yes Mistress." As he stroked himself, he felt her hand on his ass, knowing the burn he would soon experience. And it came, that sudden, intense, burn lasting a fraction of a second each time. She began to trace the shape of the letter already embedded in his skin. Time and time again she would touch her cigarette to his flesh, delighting in seeing the mark it left and the delightful way he would jerk and moan each time.

Each time the hot coal of her cigarette touched, he felt his cock twitch with the need for release. She began to touch him again and again, each touch coming quicker than the last. It was intense, and the pain was almost unbearable, but the need to cum was rising higher and higher in him. "Do you want to cum slut?" "God, yes Mistress please." "Not yet." He felt the cigarette touch him over and over, tracing the letter back and forth. This time, she thought, it will not fade so quickly. He will bear this mark for a long time to come.

When the letter was to her satisfaction, she took a long deep drag on her cigarette, leaned forward, and blew the smoke in his face. "Cum for me slut!" As she said this, she touched her cigarette to his skin again, and he could no longer contain his passion. His cock erupted, spurt after spurt splashing into his free hand. He knew she would make him eat it when she was done, but he didn't care. He had to have this release. It was the most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced. His hand slowed then stopped stroking, squeezing out the last drop into his palm. He collapsed momentarily on the stool. "Good girl slut." "Clean up your mess." Slowly, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked the cream from there. He took pleasure in this knowing how it excited her.

When all the love juice was gone from his hand, she pulled him to her again, stroking his hair, and kissing his forehead as she cradled him lovingly in her arms. He was in love. She was so perfect for him, how could it be better than this? As his breathing returned to normal, he could still the glow of bliss on her face. She had not yet returned from Domme Space. He knew she was in the same state of trance that he had been in moments earlier. Then, she spread her thighs and patted her shrine. He knew what she needed then...