A couple play with sexual dominance and bondage

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I called Heather up and invited her over for dinner. She
arrived promptly at seven PM. She was dressed in a
clinging blue dress, her legs encased in sheer stockings
and her feet in heels. I greeted her at the door with a
light kiss on the cheek.

Heather and I have a good friendship, based on years of
knowing each other well. We’ve never been lovers, but
we’ve shared slaves many times. Whenever I want to have
one of my female slaves serve a woman, Heather is the
one.

We moved to the living room where I’d just opened a
bottle of wine. She sat across from me, with her legs
crossed. We chatted about idle topics, the weather, our
jobs, etc. The subject of our last get-together came up.
She’d helped me dominate a slave. Both she and I were
well serviced that time. I’d fucked my slave while
Heather was eaten out by her. The slave had thoroughly
satisfied us both.

I said, “I noticed that you really seemed to get into
it.”

“Yes, I just really got into it. She has a very pleasing
tongue.”

“I could also see when you stopped being her dominant
and started giving in to the pleasure she was giving
you. It was erotic.”

“Mmmm.”

“I’ve suspected that you’ve a submissive streak in you.
Is that true?”

Her eyes locked with mine. I could see the conflicting
emotions behind her eyes. She’s never mentioned anything
even remotely like that to me, and I could see that my
last statement has hit some sort of nail right on the
head. I could also sense her fear, and how much the
thought of her being submissive scared her. I also began
to see that the idea was exciting to her.

“I’ve never submitted to anyone before, but the thought
has entered my fantasies. Some parts of submission turn
me on, but others either scare me to death or completely
turn me off.”

“Such as?” I asked.

“Well, the idea of surrendering to someone is great. I
like the idea of being tied down. I’d like to be fucked
while tied over a chair. But the idea of pain doesn’t do
much for me. Maybe a light spanking, but not much
heavier than that.”

Her last sentence surprised me. I’ve seen her dominate
slaves before, and she could be quite cruel and
sadistic. I said as much.

“To tell the truth, one of the things I really get off
on when I’m with a slave is fulfilling their fantasies.
I only give pain to those slaves that want it. With some
of my slaves, I’ve never even spanked them. I like the
idea of giving a submissive what their fantasies call
for. It’s exciting to excite a slave. But I don’t really
like pain.

“On the other hand, I’d like to feel like I’m owned,
that what I’m doing is for my dominant’s pleasure. I’d
like to be a little humiliated, to prove how much I’ll
do for either him or her. I find those thoughts
arousing.”

I glanced over her body and could detect signs of her
arousal. Her nipples were erect, pushing against the
material of her dress. She crossed and uncrossed her
legs a couple of times. Her breathing was quicker. I
spoke.

“Come over here.”

She got up from the couch and crossed over to me. I
reached up and pulled her head down to me for a kiss.
She melted against me as I pushed my tongue through my
lips and into her mouth. Her hands came around behind my
back and started pulling our bodies together. Our
tongues explored the insides of each other’s mouths.

My hands caressed her back, running the soft material
through my fingers. She kissed me back as passionately
as I’d kissed her. We broke from the kiss and stared
into each other’s eyes.

Some invisible wall between us had come down. “I’ve
wanted you to do that for a long time” she said. I stood
us both up. I started to remove her dress, but she
insisted on doing it for me. She slowly slithered out of
her dress to stand before me in her bra, panties,
garter, stockings and heels. I led her into the dining
room. I had her wait there for a minute, and went to get
a couple of things.

When I returned, I put a waist belt on her, and cuffed
her elbows to it. I put ankle and wrist cuffs on her,
then ran a thin chain between the wrist cuffs and the
waist belt. I had her sit in on of the chairs and
attached her ankles to two of the legs.

I went into the kitchen and returned with the food that
I’d prepared, a medium rare steak, baked potatoes, some
broccoli, and another bottle of wine. I poured us both a
glass of wine. I raised the glass to her lips and gave
her a sip of the wine. She fell into her role quite
well. I stopped for a second and thought about how much
she trusts me. Even with all of her fears, she willingly
surrendered to me. She knew that she was safe.

I fed her her dinner as I ate my own. Most of the time I
used my fingers to put morsels into her mouth. Each bite
was accepted as a gift that she was delighted to
receive. She constantly licked my fingers clean, running
her tongue between the digits, and occasionally sucking
one or two fingers into her mouth. Each bite seemed to
drive her deeper into her fantasy.

After dinner, I got up and released her from the chair.
I had her do the dishes while I retired to the living
room. I looked at the crotch of her panties and noticed
further signs of her increasing arousal. The part over
her pussy was very damp. She did the dishes and found me
in the living room.

“Time for dessert, Heather,” I blurted out. I then stood
up and removed my clothes. I went back out to the
kitchen and returned with a bowl of fruit cocktail that
I’d made. I latched her ankle cuffs and connected her
wrist cuffs behind her back. I then laid down on the
floor and placed several pieces of fruit salad on my
body. I made sure to put some of the juice on the parts
of my body that didn’t have fruit. “Enjoy your dessert,”
I said.

She began at my feet. She licked the juice from my toes,
and ran her tongue over the rest of my sole. Her tongue
slowly worked its way up my body. Every time she came to
a piece of fruit, she opened her mouth a little wider
and used her tongue to lick it into the wet areas behind
her teeth. She’d loudly chew on the fruit and gulp with
an obvious pleasure.

As she worked her way towards my now rock hard dick, she
bypassed it. She liquidly licked my chest and my neck.
She paid particular attention to my nipples, spending
much more time than she needed to remove the fruit and
juices. By this time my cock was so hard that it almost
hurt.

She ran her tongue down my torso in a wet slippery S
shape when the only area left was my crotch. I could
smell her arousal. She began to lick the areas around my
dick, lightly grazing my hard-on. She took each of my
balls into her mouth and sucked gently, running her
tongue around the surface. Finally, she started to work
on my cock, licking each side.

She worked continuously up and down the sides. She took
the head into her mouth and pushed herself down on it
very slowly, millimeter by millimeter it seemed. When
she’d put me into her mouth as far as it would go, she
started running her tongue around it while she sucked.
She built up the tempo, gradually taking longer and
longer strokes. God was she good. She brought me to a
toe-curling orgasm, hungrily gulping down my semen. I
thought I was going to cum forever.

I lay back spent on the floor and she just collapsed
against me. We stayed in that position for a few
minutes. After I had calmed down, I stood up and led her
into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, I unlatched her hands and laid her face
up on the bed. I removed her panties and bra, leaving on
the garter belt, stockings and heels. I took each of her
wrists and ankles and attached them to the four corners
of the bed. I went out and got a glass of ice water. We
each had a sip to refresh ourselves.

I then started in on her body. I began by running my
hands along her body. Her breasts were standing up,
almost like they were at attention. Her nipples were
hard, and I got quite a moan from her when I ran my
palms against them. Her belly was taught, and her leg
muscles strained as she arched forward to receive my
caresses.

Each touch brought increasing pleasure to her. When I
laid her on the bed she had already been very wet, but
after I’d massaged her for a while, she was drenched. I
brought my hands to her pussy and began to play with it.

I separated her outer lips with my two pinkies, and used
my other eight fingers to examine her. I put a couple of
them inside her, while my thumbs sought out her clit.
She threw her hips up off of the bed to drive my fingers
in even deeper. My thumbs were driving her crazy. Her
breath escaped her lips in ragged gasps.

She was throwing her head back and forth wildly. As she
approached orgasm, I removed my fingers from inside of
her to give her a chance to calm down. She started
pleading with me to take her over the edge. I merely
smiled and watched her agony for a few minutes.

I began again by licking her neck and nibbling on her
earlobes. She really began to thrash on the bed. I
continued to lick my way down her body, pausing for
extended periods at her most sensitive areas. She
particularly liked being licked on her wrists and her
feet. She became a single pleasure point. It seemed that
anything I licked drove her crazy. I paid particular
attention to her reactions, looking for her erogenous
zones, trying every square inch of her body. I
eventually licked my way up the insides of her thighs.

I could tell that the lack of an orgasm had driven her
to heights of passion she didn’t know she could reach.
Higher and higher I drove her. When I finally placed my
lips against her drenched pussy lips, she exploded,
bucking her hips against my face. I continued my assault
on her.

I licked all around her pubic area, running my tongue
from her clit all the way to her ass and everything in
between. She continued to cum and cum again. It felt
like I had my face in her vagina for hours, but it was
probably only 45 minutes or so. I pulled my face away
and crawled up her body.

She stretched her neck up and licked her juices from my
face. I in turn kissed her face and licked all over. Our
tongues intertwined and she strained against her bonds,
trying to hug me to her. I looked her in the face and
said, “Do you want to be fucked now?”

“More than anything in the world. Please fuck me. Put
yourself into me. Take me, I’m yours.”

I reached down and let her ankles free. She drew her
knees back to her chest as I stooped to enter her. I
rubbed the head of my dick against her opening. She
tried to push herself up onto me. I pulled back just a
bit. This was my fuck and I was going to be the one to
enter her. I put the head of my dick in and waited.

She kept trying to impale herself on me, but I kept
pulling back to control the flow. She stopped trying to
make it happen and laid back on the bed. I started to
push myself in. Everything we’d done up to now had left
her very damp and ready for me. I could have slid all
the way in if that was what I wanted. But I didn’t. I
started with short strokes, slowly increasing the depth
of my thrusts.

She began thrashing her head again, screaming, “Yes! Oh
god yes! Fuck me! Take me! I love your dick! I love your
dick! Oh god! Oh god!!”

Already I was in an advanced state of excitement. I kept
my orgasm from happening for as long as I could. I
couldn’t take it any longer. I felt my orgasm well up
from the bottom of my balls. I exploded into her as she
had her most powerful orgasm yet. I came and came and
came. It was one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever
had. I finally collapsed against her, panting and
gasping for air.

When I awoke from my stupor, I reached over and
unlatched her wrists. She curled up against me, and we
fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

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