Chapter I. First, A Few Words About Ann!
The females of this world have been handed an impossible image
to live up to. Magazines that display the loveliness of the
female figure and put her charms on display for all to see, have
created a false image of female perfection. I know, as well as
other men, that the women pictured in these magazines are
beautiful, desirous and wonderfully proportioned. However, they
are not average women. They are not the "perfect" female that
they pretend to be. They are an airbrushed idealization of female
sexuality and eroticism. As a matter of fact as little as 50
years ago, they would not represent the ideal female at all.
We are all victims of another man's images. We males are forced
into judging our partners bodies against the false standards
created by male ego and insensitivities.
Most women see themselves as flawed in their own minds eye. Most
women feel that some physical attribute is not right and wish
that they could change it. Some of the worlds most "beautiful"
women feel inadequate in some area of their appearance. The
truth is that the old adage that "beauty is in the eye of the
beholder" is accurate.
Ann, like many other women, never really felt beautiful. No
matter how many times I told her that she was, she somehow failed
to believe that. Her figure? Well a 35-23-36 figure is nothing
to be ashamed of. But Ann didn't think much of it. Her breasts
were too small, her waist too big and her rear end too fat.
Besides, now she had a few stretch marks from mothering three
wonderful kids, now that was really something to be concerned
about. Ann's belly button didn't sink in far enough. Her nose
wasn't right because it has this small bump on it. Her hair
wasn't perfect either. Ann was sure that I could have married
some other beauty queen was never fully sure why I married her.
She felt inadequate in many respects. In short, Ann saw Ann
through eyes clouded by Hollywood image makers and Playboy
plastic. Ann did not see Ann through the eyes of my love for
her.
How did I see Ann? Well surely this must be a different person
because it doesn't match the one she carried around. I see Ann
as a stunningly beautiful female. When we go out, it gives me
great pleasure to see other men eyeing her perfectly shaped legs,
her pleasantly curved and sexy behind and her small, wonderfully
firm breasts. I love the way her face radiates her personality
and her obvious joy with life. I love the devotion that sparkles
in her eyes as she looks at me. I am fascinated by the curve of
her lips, the cuteness of her small nose (bump and all) and the
soft brunette hair that frames her face. In short, Ann is
radiantly beautiful. She is my centerfold. I know her figure is
not propped up and will be just as lovely when the clothes are
removed as it is while she wears them. Ann does not look her
age. She looks much younger.
Ann told me that she never fantasized nor had she ever
masturbated. Ann was not aware of her own sensuality at all.
Her sexual feelings were suppressed until we were together. She
was a good lover. She was willing to do anything I wanted in
bed. She loved oral sex and when aroused, could make love with a
fury and recklessness that was wonderful. But Ann was repressed.
She could not express her desires, she could not voice her
feelings on any aspect of our sexual relationship. Her
repression gave rise to my own. I wanted to share fantasies with
her and be able to make love with total abandon. I wanted to
here her call out to me during orgasm. I wanted her to be free to
say "Fuck me!" if that was what she felt. But repression being
what it is, we never discussed it.
I remembered we had shared a book one time on female fantasies.
She read them with great interest. When we were through she
timidly confided in me that there was one that captivated her
imagination. In this fantasy the woman was tied to the bed while
her lover brought her to one screaming orgasm after another.
Amazingly enough this matched my wildest fantasy. But I was too
inhibited to try it out with Ann. I was a fool! I should have
read the desire at that point, but I didn't.
The problem was simple enough: I was afraid that she would reject
me, or worse, go along even though repulsed! Ann was afraid to be
viewed as a whore or a slut! Simple problem to define, one not so
easy to overcome. We even talked about it, but skirted the issue
and minimized the importance - testing the waters, so to speak.
But we got nowhere.
Our lovemaking, while satisfying physically, was almost boring.
I knew that if anything was to change I had to make it happen.
It wasn't up to Ann to initiate the changes, it was up to me. It
took a lot of thought and time for me to come to the decision
that was made. I needed to trust her in the way I would want her
to trust me. I needed to become the architect or our
relationship. I was the one who saw Ann in the light I
described, therefore I was the one who possessed the blueprint
for making her into my dream lover, my submissive lover. If I
did not show the willingness to dominate, she would not show the
initiative to submit. We had all of the proper elements working
for us; love, trust and devotion. The only thing needed was a
catalyst. I was that catalyst.
Ann no longer sees herself as she did before - now she sees
herself through my eyes. It took a lot of work (delightful work)
to make her that way. Now she is confident. When we are
together in public, she radiates her sensuality. Her walk, her
self-assurance and her attitude blend with her appearance to
present to all who see her a startling image of a wholesome,
sensuous and self- assured woman. Ann is incredibly erotic. She
is aware of her female charms and uses them to keep me in
constant awareness of her willingness to share them with me.
I have created an atmosphere in our relationship that lets her
know that I desire her almost continuously. I can no longer be
near her without fondling her breasts, pulling her close to feel
her body mold itself to mine or sliding a hand underneath her
skirt to feel the silky texture of her thigh or warmth of her
sex.
What follows is a history (in part) of my domination of Ann. My
taking control and leading her into the pleasures of submission.
What has resulted is almost too wonderful to describe in written
words. Ann has become the living embodiment of all of my
desires, fantasies and most of all my conception of the perfect
female. I know that if there is anything lacking, we will
discover it and together will make it happen for us. We have
indeed become one flesh.
No, I am not married to a beauty queen, a Playboy centerfold girl
or even a runner-up to these supposedly enviable places in the
hearts of the all-american male. I am simply married to the
sexiest, most erotic and sensual lover on the face of the earth.
In my eyes she is more beautiful then any other woman could be.
Her figure is perfect. Her face is captivating. Her personality
is superb. Her dedication to our happiness and pleasure is
remarkable.
Ann is the epitome of womanhood. She is all that any female
could ever desire to be. Ann is erotic. Ann is sensual. Ann is
beautiful. I know - I made her that way!
Introduction
I hate justification, but I think it is necessary to write my
thoughts here if only to remind myself later on, should they
become dim or confused. I know that there are many people who
will be shocked and appalled by these thoughts, but I believe
them to be accurate. In any case, they are for both Ann and I,
if not for others.
I only can justify these concepts by laying claim to the fact
that I am an incurable romantic. I still believe that the knight
on the white charger was meant to rescue and protect the fair
maiden. Old fashion? Not for me and certainly not for Ann.
Woman, that creature that men everywhere base their most secret
desires and fantasies on, has become a walking, living dichotomy.
She has been forced into the position of having to assert her
independence and become man's rival in our modern society. It is
my opinion that we have all been dealt a terrible hand in the
game of love and sexual pursuit.
We have fallen for a lie monstrously concocted out of hidden
fears and unjust suppositions. This is not to say that I believe
that women have not been misused in certain situations, just that
the reaction to these abuses have spilled over into areas that
have dulled romance and permeated love with suspicions of selfish
motives.
The nature of woman is to respond to man. Woman as the aggressor
is a lie of modern society. And at what cost has this lie been
accepted? The differences between the sexes is becoming blurred
and boundaries, once clear, have become hazy. To many, the word
"commitment" has become a word in the dictionary, no more, no
less. Marriage is entered into with divorce as an option, almost
a self- fulfilling prophecy.
Instead of man looking at his partner as one who is to be "loved,
honored and cherished as long as we both shall live", he now sees
her as a competitor in many of life's endeavors. Some even find
that the strain of becoming equal soon devastates the ability to
love, makes honoring impossible and deals a death blow to his
ability to cherish. As with all natural laws, violation
inevitably brings tragic results. Man is meant to dominate woman
as surely as woman is meant to be submissive to man. To do
otherwise is to violate a basic law of both natures. There is a
paradox associated with this order of things. One that was
probably best expressed in Christian thought governing
relationships. "The one who is to become greatest among you,
shall become the least." "He who exalts himself shall be humbled.
He who humbles himself, shall be exalted." These expressions of
the paradox are accurate and hold the truth in the matter of
male/female relationships. This paradox is contained in the very
concept of domination and submission.
The vision conjured up in so many minds is one of authoritarian
rule and despotic subjugation. This is not the case at all. If
it was the case it would become just as much of a violation of
natural law as female domination of man. All power that is true
power is granted from the one in submission. The very definition
of submission is to allow oneself to be ruled over. The word
"allow" is the key word. In other words, to grant the dominant
partner the permission to dominate - a dichotomy to be sure.
There is nothing more confusing then this concept; for in the
overall scheme of things, the one in submission is the one in
control.
Chancing total alienation in the mind of my readers, I put forth
that the woman who willingly gives herself to become the
"possession" of a man lucky enough to receive this gift, becomes
the object of man's most dedicated attention. Never has a gift
more precious been offered to a man then the fragility of a
female's trust. She says to him, "I am yours to do with as you
wish. I trust you with my feelings, my body and most especially
with my soul. I offer it to you because I am willing to risk that
you will love, honor and cherish this gift."
The phrases "she belongs to me" and "she is mine" take on a new
meaning in light of this precious offering. She suddenly finds
herself to be the center of his affections. She becomes
vulnerable to his attention and finds herself becoming the woman
he desires in his most intimate and private thoughts. He does in
fact begin to cherish this gift of love, his warmth causing her
to become pliable as she gives herself over to become his. He
now begins the task of molding her into what he sees as his dream
woman. He carefully and consciously creates in her the
willingness and then guides her to be his sensual and erotic
lover.
She finds herself believing, for it is true, that she is the
epitome of womanhood, the very essence of all that is desirable
and voluptuous. She no longer feels the need to compete for his
ardor or attention, for she has become the unswerving center of
his adoration. She believes in herself, her sexiness, her
attractiveness and her unbound ability to hold him captive in her
submissive nature.
He is caught, bound up in her web of tenderness, held captive to
her allurement. Suddenly he finds that he can tell her anything
without fear of rejection. He discovers that his fantasies now
have a face - her face. Communication becomes the center, the
very heart, of the relationship. The ultimate of human
communication, sexual communication, becomes a new and
wonderfully exciting experience for both of them.
What follows is an account of my adventures into this world of
total commitment with Ann, my wife of fifteen years. It may be
viewed as a book of suggestions, ice breakers and advanced ideas.
What you are reading is meant to arouse you and provoke you into
becoming an inventive lover. Remember that these are our
experiences and they may not appeal to you in all ways. Besides
it is not meant to be a script to follow, but simply a record of
events that turned a hum-drum love affair into a raging hot bed
of passionate renewal. These are fantasies lived out. Sometimes
modified to suit the sensibilities of my lover, they provoked in
me as well as Ann, transport unknown in our entire married life.
Ann and I don't live like this every day. These are games. Well
planned and designed to bring newness to our sexual experiences.
Ann is submissive in our marriage in all ways. She enjoys having
me be her strong mate. She thrives by allowing me to lead her.
She is a wonderful woman, my lover and above all my best friend.
Her opinions, needs and wants are valued deeply and nothing that
I do is without mutual consent. Ann is brilliant and her mind is
amazing to me. She thinks with a clarity that I can depend on no
matter what the situation. Her insights and creativity bring me
great joy. Ann is my woman. She is my most valuable possession.
I cherish her for what she has given to me - the gift of herself.
What I write on these pages therefore, I do with the fond hope
that some of my readers will discover that there is unbound
pleasure and unending love to be found in the oldest of human
relationships - marriage. I know that there are some who will
think this book horrible. There are others who will consider it
pornographic. There will be still others who will think I should
be sent back in time, relegated to some less enlightened age.
However there are some of you who will take what you read here as
confirmation of your deepest desires. It is to you that this book
is dedicated.
Take courage, my male friends. Your "Ann" is awaiting your
emergence as her dominating lover, the one to whom she can give
her all.
For my female readers, you are the key to the entire experiment.
Only you can give the gift necessary to make this your story. I
fling this book into the face of woman's liberation. I use it as
my gauntlet to challenge modern society to once more pick up the
lance of romantic love and go out to conquer whatever dragons
stand in its way!
Michael
February, 1985 - The Anniversary -
How do I say what is on my mind? Fifteen years of marriage and
we are still in love, but something is tarnished.
Ann is such a gentle woman and amazingly beautiful in my eyes.
Today is our anniversary and I have booked the hotel suite for
the weekend. We will go there and have a marvelous weekend. Yes
marvelous, but not a phenomenal weekend.
We will spend a lot of time making love and talking about the
past and the great life we have together. We will discuss
everything from the kids to the in-laws. Ann and I will then
make love some more.
We will spend most of our time doing silly things, fun things. I
will look at her face and her nicely rounded body and my thoughts
will drift off into a fantasy world, lost in impressions of what
we could have together. Thoughts and dreams that are filled with
the frustrated desires of passion beyond what our boring sexual
routine delivers.
That is not to say that Ann is boring, quite the contrary, she is
alive sexually, very much alive. But I somehow have the feeling
that we have lived with our toes in the water for fifteen years,
testing the water, but not jumping in. Life has become a
paradox. Ann and I have become predictable, familiar lovers.
I know exactly how she responds to me. I cannot remember a time
when she has not responded to my insistence, no matter what the
issue. Ann is happiest when I am strong and leading her. The
predictable familiarity is my fault, not hers. I have allowed it
to happen.
Somehow I do not trust Ann. Oh yes, I trust her in areas where I
am not vulnerable to rejection. God! What a terribly selfish
thought. Deep inside me I know that Ann has never done that to
me, yet somehow the fear of looking or sounding like a fool or
worse, a sexual deviant, is overwhelming to me.
All of these thoughts are racing through my head. Colliding,
conflicting, caroming off one another like a demolition derby,
one thought destroying the next! What I believe to be the truth
and what I believe will make life with Ann refreshing and
wonderful, surely goes against all modern thought.
If we are to make it together for another fifteen years - it will
be up to me.
If the truth were known, I would never keep this diary unless I
believed it would become a chronology of a love story so
meaningful that I have preserved it for our pleasure in times to
come. I wonder what Ann will say when she reads this many years
from now. I feel like a little child peeking into a forbidden
book in the back room of a library.
But I am committed to this project now. I will make Ann into my
fantasy lover. The woman who is so overwhelmingly erotic and
sexy that I cannot keep my thoughts, much less my hands, off of
her. I will chance becoming a fool for her and for me!
- The Decision -
Our anniversary weekend is as I predicted, with one exception. I
let it go that way in order to collect my thoughts and let a plan
formulate in my mind. Our love making was - well it was routine.
We talked of the very things I knew we would - sort of a mini
version of "The Year in Review". We laughed and even cried a
little over the memories.
I spend my time studying Ann. While doing what was familiar and
expected on the outside, I am creating her anew on the inside.
Her face is a study in care and love. Ann's soft brown hair
frames a face that expresses her thoughts before she speaks them.
I look into her grey-green eyes and marvel at the flashes of love
that seem to light up my world of thought. Her eyes have always
fascinated me. They are like velvet traps that can ensnare me
with a glance. They tell me what she feels on the inside. I
read her moods in them. Ann's eyes are so large that they
surround her conversation with insight into her soul.
Her mouth is full and her lips are meant to be kissed and tasted.
It amazes me when I think of how sexually expressive her mouth
is. Her lips fairly glistened with temptation as if they were
are primarily to be kissed and only secondarily used to form
words. They express a life of their own when she speaks. Her
gentle words trickle out between them given meaning by the
expression her lips form as she speaks. The flash of her pink
tongue as she runs it over her bottom lip is just another erotic
invitation to taste them. Her words are given an additional
softness by their texture.
I was lost in these thoughts when somewhere in the distance I
thought I heard my name. "Michael?" By the time she spoke it a
third time, I shook my head clear and returned to the hotel room.
I must have looked like a kid who had been caught with his hand
in the cookie jar.
Ann laughed her silly little laugh and asked me what took me away
on such a long journey into myself. I took her hand and returned
a smile and asked her if she was sure she wanted to know. She
shook her head yes.
I do not believe I will ever forget the look on her face as I
spilled out the feelings inside of me. I was about to take a
step forward that would change our lives for "better or for
worse".
"Ann, I am not sure how to express all that I feel right now. I
will try, but you have to forgive me if it sounds a bit jumbled.
I love you, love you so much that it hurts me to know that we are
predictable and boring.", I began. Ann lowered her eyes and I
knew that she was feeling the same thing.
"I am taking a chance too, hon. Look, tell me you can't set your
watch by our sexual routine. I don't mean that it isn't
pleasurable, but it is predictable.", I couldn't help but laugh.
To lighten up the conversation (well maybe just a tad out of
embarrassment too) I continued as if I were a clinical sex
therapist:
"Kiss her mouth... there, that's it! Ummmmmm... nice lips. Now
it is time to nibble on her neck and fondle the right breast.
Keep checking those nipples and see if she is getting hot! Now
for a quick feel between her legs... nope, not wet yet!", by now
both of us were laughing at ourselves.
"Seriously, Ann, can you see it, or is it just me?"
"No, it isn't just you. I have had the same thoughts.", she
agreed.
"Well", I continued, "I want to do something about it. I want to
refocus our lives on us. Not just the sex, but on our
relationship as a whole. This sounds very selfish, but I believe
we have become great parents, good friends to others, and
wonderful homemakers. My job, your work at home, the kids,
finances - all of this has somehow turned our heads from the main
goal we had when we married. I know these things are important,
but I also know that we have allowed them to rob us of each
other. We married each other. Our vows were to each other, not
all of these other things. We need to refocus our lives."
I looked up to see her following my every word and did not have
to ask her if she agreed.
"The problem is simple to define. I have abdicated my position
to circumstances. I have not been strong for you. I intend to
change that, Ann. I want you to agree to one thing only, ok?", I
asked.
"Sure, Michael. What is it?", Ann looked into my eyes.
"I want you to become totally submissive to me. I want you to
follow my lead. I know this sounds weird and by today's standards
even abnormal, but I can promise you that you will not regret it
for one moment."
"I don't understand this at all. What do I do?"
"Not a thing, hon. Just follow my lead."
When I was through, Ann's eyes were sparkling with moisture and a
radiance that signaled that I had touched her innermost being
wrote itself all over her face. It was a dream come true for her
too. I was not alone in my feelings, Ann was right there in the
midst of them.
Yes, I am sure now that there is much undiscovered love planted
deeply inside both of us. I am going to bring it out in the
open. Ann and I will find a newness and joy unrivaled even by
the delight of discovery of each other in our early marriage.
March, 1986
- The Domination Begins -
I took time today to send flowers to Ann. A simple note was
attached to them reading:
Dearest Ann:
Please be ready to go out to dinner tonight at 6 p.m.
Love, Michael
I wonder if she has them yet?
Ann looked beautiful when I arrived home that night. she greeted
me at the door and I dropped my briefcase in the hall and told
the kids not to wait up for us. I opened the passenger door for
her before going to my side. Funny how a little thing like that
politeness had slipped away from me. I got into the car and put
the keys into the ignition. Instead of starting the car, I
looked into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was. I
wanted her to feel sexy and desirable.
"Ann, your breasts are beautiful." and slid a hand under her
blouse to caress one of them. She was startled, but pressed
against my hand.
"When we get home, I want to make love to you, Ann. I want to
feel your warm body against mine. I love you.", I said as I
moved away from her to drive us to dinner. Ann just blushed and
made a silly joke. It was her way of telling me that she was
glad I liked them, but she didn't believe it.
The rest of the evening was spent making small talk and flashing
knowing smiles between us. Several times during the evening, I
caught her off guard by expressing some overtly sexual thought
out loud and out of context. When we got home, Ann was not
prepared for what happened.
Turning out the headlights of the car, I slid over to her and
without saying a word, reached under her skirt and began to slide
her panties off. She began to protest, but I looked sternly at
her and told her to be quiet. She didn't say another word as I
continued to remove her panties.
I slid my hand between her legs to feel that she was more then a
bit ready to make love. I covered her mouth with mine and drank
deeply of her mounting passion. I waited until we were both
unable to contain our desire and stopped.
I opened the door to the car and led her to the house. At the
front door, I pinned her against the house and lifted her dress
to her thighs as I kissed her again. I let my hand find her
moist warmth and slid it over the silkiness of her sex as we
kissed passionately once more.
"Michael, the neighbors!"
"Shhhhhh." Was my only reply as I continued to explore her
wetness with my hand.
I could hear aroused excitement in her breath. She was kissing
passionately and moving her body against mine now.
"I want to be inside you, Ann. I want to feel your warmth around
me, to feel the slipperiness of your pussy."
"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, Michael. I want you inside me too"
I pushed her hand to the obvious bulge in my pants and bit her
neck as she began a soft rhythmical stroking motion. I had to
stop her before I came. I was out of control now. Stepping back
slightly, I undid her blouse and unhooked her bra. Lowering my
mouth to her breast, I felt her press backwards into the corner.
Her hands found the sides of my head as she moved her torso
forcing my lips and tongue to bathe the soft mound of flesh that
I loved to fondle. Ann no longer had mastery over her thoughts
or body. I dropped to my knees and her hand went to her breast
and continued to tease its swollen and sensitive nipple. She
gathered her skirt in her other hand and thrust her hips forward,
spreading her legs and giving me access to her warmth. As I
tasted her musky sweetness, I heard her utter involuntary,
animal-like noises. Ann was whining her excitement now as I
teased her velvety moisture with the tip of my tongue.
I looked up to her face and saw her chewing the back of her hand
to try to silence her growing ardor. Her eyes were shut and her
expression spoke of uncontrolled pleasure. Ann was coming now.
Unable any longer to prevent her squeals of delight, or control
the gyration of her hips, she was caught in the rapture of the
moment. Her entire body stiffened suddenly as bolts of pleasure
shot through her lower body. I could feel muscles reacting to
the detonation of thousands of nerve endings.
Ripples of satisfaction crashed through her body and communicated
the intensity to me. I heard her gasping as I continued to force
her into one orgasm after another. I found myself caught up in
her passion unable to stop until she relaxed and slid gently down
to replace one set of lips with the other.
We went into the house and somehow made it to the bedroom and
made love on our bed. Not another word was spoken, our bodies
said all that was necessary.
- Early Morning, the Following Day -
Ann is always up before me to get the kids off to school. This
morning I laid in bed listening to them as they left. I heard
Ann as she came back upstairs and took her morning bath. I got
up and showered quickly and went to her bathroom and walked in on
her. She was startled. I went to her and took the washcloth and
gently began to wash her body. I asked her not to talk and told
her to express herself with her body, not words. I made her
stand up and told her to close her eyes and think only about the
sensations she felt.
I used a soap covered hand to caress her breasts. The silkiness
of their pliability as they slid underneath my touch caused me to
become instantly erect and my desire to enter her grew with each
passing moment. I saw her tongue dart out to lick her lips as my
hand glided over her belly to the downy patch of pubic hair. Her
breath came in short panting gasps as my hand slid between her
legs and caressed her.
I then took a plastic tumbler and adjusted the water to be
slightly hot. Filling the glass I poured it over each shoulder
and watched it as it ran over her breasts and caused the soap to
glide down her body tracing the feminine lines of her curves. I
washed the soap away from between her legs and kissed her softly.
Her breath hissed as my tongue caressed the tiny pink button of
flesh that peeked out from between the soft folds between her
legs.
I then dried her off and pulled a red t-shirt over her head. It
clung to her accentuating her small but full breasts. The erect
nipples pushing against the material brought on more erotic
thoughts. The t-shirt came to the tops of her thighs, barely
covering her nakedness underneath. Each movement showing a flash
of her silky pubic hair or the space at the top of her thighs
just below the roundness of her full buttocks.
I hugged her to me and told her to go downstairs and fix
breakfast for us. Her eyes begged for a romp in the bedroom, but
she obeyed me without question.
I followed her down the stairs and watched with amusement as Ann
discovered that the t-shirt was not going to stay in place. It
kept riding up on her, exposing her from the waist down. She
blushed and made childish giggling noises along with some silly
remark. I grabbed her and spun her around.
"Ann, I am not going to tolerate your silly cover-up for your
shyness. I love your body. I want it on display to me whenever
I desire. It is not your place to ruin what is erotic and
beautiful with silliness."
I gave Ann a slap on her naked rear to emphasize my seriousness,
then kissed her.
Ann tried her best to act natural while making our breakfast, but
her awareness of her nakedness and my eyes on her body made it
difficult for her. Each time she approached me I emphasized her
forced exhibitionism by touching her lower body. She seemed
unsure of how to act. She was not comfortable with her exposure
because she did not believe in her sexiness and somehow felt
silly.
I discovered something that was to become central in my desire to
dominate Ann, I must find ways to transmit my feelings to her.
Ann must feel what I feel, it was up to me to make her feel
sensual and erotic. She would get beyond her own feelings only
when she understood mine.
She sat across from me now as we ate breakfast together. She
felt better now that her nakedness was hidden by the table. I
stared at her for the longest time and asked her why she felt
silly.
"I don't know.", she replied truthfully, for I believe that she
truly did not realize why.
"Ann,", I began to explain to her, "you feel silly because you
have not recognized your own sexuality, or at least you do not
believe in it. You act as if you are captive to what you were
taught as a child, and that is that you are not allowed to expose
your body to others because it is somehow dirty or not right to
do that. Well, Ann, that is not right. Let me put it simply. If
you give yourself to me, then I want all of you. I want to enjoy
what you are giving to me, not be forced to imagine it in the
darkness of our bedroom. Your body is meant to give me pleasure.
It was created to create extreme desire in me for you. Now if
you don't want to be desirable, then don't listen to me. If you
do, then let me be the judge of what is sensual and erotic. You
simply enter into it. I know much better then you now what turns
me on and what makes me crazy with hunger for you."
Ann sat there staring as if she wanted to believe me, but was
unsure that what I was saying was true. If it was proof she
wanted then I would give it to her. I asked her for another cup
of coffee and when she arose to get it, I followed her taking in
the delightful curves that were so erotically exposed. When she
returned to the table, I took the pot from her hand, pushed the
dishes to one end of the table and lifted her onto it. I pressed
her back so that her legs were suspended over the edge. I moved
between them and reached for the server of warm syrup. I grabbed
the t-shirt and pushed it up and over her breasts exposing them.
I poured some of the warm sticky liquid over her torso and began
to smear the sticky substance into her skin. I then began to
lick the syrup it from her breasts and belly, arousing her to a
fever pitch. Ann was moaning loudly now, wrapping her legs
around me and pulling me closer to her. I slipped inside her and
was welcomed with a cry of delight. Her back arched off the
table as she thrust against me in animal passion. It took only
minutes for both of us to explode into orgasmic frenzy.
Ann was not as demure as we walked upstairs to shower. May, 1985
- Shopping With Ann -
One morning after the kids left for school I told Ann that I had
taken the day off to be with her. I picked out her clothes and
laid them on the bed. I told her that we would be shopping for
some very special things today, things to keep her aware of my
feelings towards her sensuousness. Ann looked so lovely in the
white blouse and semi full skirt. Her legs were beautifully
shaped and I loved it when they showed.
I had seen many men follow her with their eyes and it gave me
good feelings to know that she was desirable to others. That
served to exaggerate my feelings of possessing Ann. I enjoyed
the little girl in her as we drove to the mall. Ann was in a
playful mood. She was giggling one minute and sulky the next.
She was reacting to my moods as well as provoking them. I joined
in the fun and only quit as we narrowly avoided an accident when
I was too busy tickling her thighs to see the light turn red.
Ann really made me laugh when she crossed her arms below her
breasts and glanced at me saying, "Some lover you are... not even
willing to have a small accident to play with these". She
emphasized the word "these" by sliding her arms so that one of
her breasts were cupped in each of her hands. I almost drove off
the road.
We reached the mall somehow. We were like two kids as we laughed
and joked our way through the parking lot to the entrance. Ann
hung on my arm and I couldn't resist twirling her around. She
playfully hit me and ran ahead, I chased her and when I caught
her warned her that I wasn't above spanking her right there in
the parking lot. Her lower lip curled and then her eyebrows
raised up.
"Ha! You wouldn't dare to!", she said to me as she pulled away
and ran a little ahead in case I meant it. I cocked my head and
with a stern look walked towards her. She screamed and ran from
me again.
She was backing up now yelling, "Michael! Don't you dare!" I just
kept walking towards her. When I reached her she covered her eyes
and turned around and half yelling, half laughing and screamed
"Rape!".
I looked around and people were staring at us. I grabbed her
arms and announced to the people, "It's ok folks. She is my
wife, I can rape her if I want." Ann turned bright red, then sat
on the ground in peals of laughter. I joined her.
When we had regained our composure and the laughter died, we went
into the mall. Once inside, I took her to our favorite place to
order a couple of ridiculous drinks called "windshield washers".
The bright blue drinks were just right for the moods we were in.
Afterwards we made our way to a little shop that specialized in
sexy lingerie. I told Ann that I was going to pick all her
clothes from now on. With Ann beside me, we began the hunt for
her new wardrobe.
First things first. I picked out several bras for her. They
were light and transparent. They hooked in the front and would
enhance her figure without exaggerating it in any way.
The looks on the salesgirl's face could only be appreciated in a
photo as I followed Ann to the small dressing room to watch her
try it on.
"Excuse me, sir! Excuse me! You can't go in there!", she said
trailing along after us.
"Sure I can.", I said smiling at her as I closed the door to the
tiny room.
"God, Michael, you're embarrassing!"
I smiled at her and began to unbutton her blouse. When she had
the new bra on, I fondled her and kissed her. I was delighted as
her nipples hardened and showed clearly through the thin silky
fabric of the bra. I unhooked the front and suckled each warm
breast once. I took her old bra and crumpled it up and shoved it
into my back pocket. I told her to put her blouse back on and we
went out to the counter and I told the sales girl to give us six
of them.
Then I asked if they had any garter belts. They did and I picked
out several for Ann along with several pairs of hose. We then
paid for them and I whispered to her to go into the dressing room
and replace her pantyhose with a garterbelt and stockings.
"Oh yes,", I added in a whisper, "you will no longer wear panties
underneath your skirts, Ann." She blushed slightly.
"I hate them anyway.", she whispered back.
I asked the salesgirl, who was now unsure of what I was liable to
do or say, if Ann could use the dressing room once more. Then I
watched Ann as she disappeared into the room.
The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and browsing. Once
when I had her model an outfit that I loved, I got up and asked
the woman waiting on us for some scissors and cut all of the
price tags off the clothing announcing that I would buy it.
At one point Ann asked, "Well aren't you going to ask me if I
like it or not?".
I looked at her and shook my head and said, "No Ann, I am not."
She said nothing at all and we walked out with her in her new
outfit. I enjoyed the feeling of her small waist as I drew her
near to me. We must have appeared to the world as lovers, and
they were right. I loved Ann more then ever and I was happy to
be seen with such a wonderfully erotic woman.
If they only knew what we knew. My Ann was naked and available
to me separated by less then a 16th of an inch of fabric from the
hand that rested on her soft cheek. The feeling was exhilarating
and overwhelmingly sensual.
It was time to go home now and we walked to the car. In the
middle of the parking lot, I turned Ann towards me and kissed her
warmly. My hands found their way to her ass as she raised up on
tiptoe to return the kiss.
"Does this excite you, Ann?", I whispered as I pulled her close
to me by pressing on her soft cheeks. It felt wonderful to feel
her head nod yes as she sighed. When we go in the car I didn't
start it right away, but sat there looking at her.
"Does it excite you knowing that you are naked under your skirt,
Ann?"
"Yes."
"I get just as excited knowing that you are so available to my
touch. Ann, I want you to show me how aroused you are."
"How? What do you want me to do?"
"Use your imagination, hon.", I said as I stared at her lap.
Ann slid forward in the seat and raised her skirt to the top of
her lap and spread her legs a little. I leaned over to kiss her
and let my hand slide between her legs. I was not surprised to
find her very aroused and her fluids added to the warm silkiness
of her petal-like flesh. I began slow rhythmical movements with
my hand.
Ann clung tightly to me and closed her eyes. I kissed her neck
and gradually brought her closer and closer to an orgasm. I
could hear her breath coming in short panting gasps now as her
legs parted further and she lifted her hips to meet my hand's
motion against her sex.
In my mind there is no feeling in the entire world then to hear
your name spoken as the one you love erupts into orgasmic
rapture. Ann repeated my name over and over as I felt her legs
grip my hand. Her entire body trembled as she hugged me closer
to her and pressed my hand to her breast. I felt her nipple swell
at my touch as she came to a shivering climax. "How is that for
imagination?", Ann giggled and with a silly, little-girl smile on
her face, she sat back and arranged her skirt.
"Not bad, for a novice!", I said and raised my arm to protect
myself from the swipe I knew would come.
June, 1985
- The Preparation -
I have prepared very carefully for this because I want her to
enter into it without realizing what was going to happen. It
must be built up to the point that she was seething in
uncontrollable passion by late evening.
I wrote several notes for her and put them in places where she
would not find them until I wished her to. I also went to a
local sex shop and bought some "toys" that would be used later on
in the evening. Before going off to work I let her know how much
I loved her and made certain advances to seal the words. I
whispered in her ear that "tonight would be a very special
night." and left home for work. When I arrived, I made the first
of the phone calls home.
"Hon, I want you to look in my top drawer. I love you!" was all
that I said and hung up.
The first note that she found read as follows:
Dearest Ann:
I want to show my love for you in a VERY SPECIAL way. However
there is a condition attached to it. You must make a decision to
trust me completely and do everything I tell you to do without
question or argument. If you agree please call me back and tell
me that you do. No questions are allowed, just your agreement.
Love, Michael.
Within a minute I had my call. Her voice was alive with
excitement and anticipation! She tested the rule just once, but I
ignored the question as if she never spoke it. Knowing what was
coming excited me.
"Wonderful, darling. Now look under my pillow. I love you!",
was all that I said and hung up the phone.
The second note was more to the point. It was more a letter then
a note that said:
Dearest Ann:
You are the most wonderful and erotic woman I have ever known.
At times it hurts me that we do not find the passion that we once
knew. All that is over now and we are about to rediscover each
other in new ways. This day is yours. Tonight you will know
delights that you have never before known. Your body will tremble
with a passion for pleasure that will only be fulfilled as the
night wears on and only when you desire it to be. You, my dear,
are my most prized possession. I want to possess you totally and
to do this, you must give me the gift of yourself, for nothing
that is not given freely can truly be possessed. I want you to
yield yourself to me completely and without question. I am
relying on your trust for you to know that I would not do
anything that hurt or endangered you in the least.
I want you to know that your body is wonderful to me. It is
erotic and sensual and drives me crazy. The softness of your
breasts, the hardening of your nipples as I suck on them, the
warmth of your pussy and its sweet taste feeds my fervor for you.
I know the wanton fires that burn inside you as we make love.
Tonight you will feel them all the more.
Before you go on reading this, Ann, please go to the bedroom,
take off your clothes - no questions, you have already agreed to
do what I say. Lay on the bed and while you continue reading, I
want you to explore your body with your hand as if it were me
doing it for you. I want you to feel your own womanhood and all
that gives me pleasure. Do it now before you read the next page.
The note continued on the next page.
As I write this to you, Ann, I am aroused to the point where it
is difficult to concentrate. My mind is filled with the
sensuality of your body and our love. I burn with desire to make
love to you now. I can imagine your soft, supple breasts as they
yield to the pressure of my hands. I can almost feel the nipples
as they swell and harden to my touch. I picture your legs slowly
spreading to await my touch. I know how sensitive your breasts
are, how they seem to be connected directly to your clitoris. I
see you in my mind as you move with passion while I suck each of
your nipples into my mouth and delight in their taste and
texture. Ann, close your eyes now and use your hands to explore
your breasts as you imagine me there with you. Try to feel what
I am feeling right now! Do not touch your pussy -yet!
I wish that I was there now, dearest. But I will wait until this
evening. Now, Ann. Just as I would do, let your hand stray over
your tummy, do it slowly, let yourself go and let your desire
build. Feel your own soft flesh. Experience my feelings as I
thrill to the softness and try to resist touching your moist sex.
When I am doing this, I can begin to smell your muskiness that is
so sweet and wonderful. It is so hard for me not to just move
right to the center of your pleasure, and mine!
Let your hand just brush the soft curls of hair. Then lift your
leg so that you can trace your fingertips over the soft flesh of
your inner thigh. Start at your knee and move slowly towards your
pussy. As you move your hand from one leg to the other, let your
fingers lightly touch your swollen clit, not for long, just a
quick teasing touch. Now the other thigh. Do the same and
imagine my mouth there, teasing and nibbling your soft inner leg,
moving toward your pussy, licking in tiny circles. Close your
eyes, hon, let your mind go. Think of my love for you and the
passion that builds within us as we slowly build towards the
ultimate fulfillment. I want you to let yourself dream for a few
minutes, let your rapture build! Close your eyes and let go!
Ann, you are now to experience the very thing that makes me want
you the most. Your sweet feminine sex. Let your hand move
between your legs. Feel the smooth moistened flesh. Let your
fingers glide over your sex, Ann. Your pussy is wet and ready for
orgasm. It has prepared itself for pleasure, and it is almost
time. Use two fingers and put them inside you to moisten them
with your own sweet juices. Now spread them a little and move
your hand upward to let them caress your clit on either side of
its tiny sensitive shaft. Feel how swollen it is? Feel the
shockwave of pleasure as you stroke it ever so gently. Oh, Ann,
how wonderful you taste when I kiss you there. How soft the
flesh as I gently suck the folds between my lips. It is so
incredibly silky and warm there. Your pussy is the center of
both of our passion, a lovely and wondrous place bringing us both
rapturous enjoyment. I love to feel its pliability as I move my
tongue over its glistening smoothness. I love to feel you react
as I probe into you with my tongue, how you move against my face.
I can feel your body reacting, you feel it too, Ann. Let your
mind and body go now. Use your hand to bring yourself to orgasm.
Think of the passion we have together. Feel the growing
sensations as your clitoris tries to hide from the coming
explosion. Feel the contractions as they mount in intensity,
building deep within you and rippling out with ever increasing
intense pleasure. You are rising now, Ann to the ultimate
voluptuousness. Your body will soon explode with all of the
built up passion into sheer orgasmic satisfaction. I wish I
could see your face at this minute, Ann. I love you so very
much. I ache to be in you now, hon. Let it go, now. Do it for
me, Ann. Let me feel your ardor over the distance. Reach out to
me with your mind and body. Come Ann! Let it happen! Close your
eyes now and let it happen!
(on the last page)
Dearest Ann, while you are doing what I asked, I am sitting in my
office imagining your gorgeous form laying on our bed and the
pleasure is beyond description. Call me and tell me what you
felt!
I love you. Michael.
And call she did.
When Ann called me, it was evident from her breathlessness that
she had done what I asked her to. She was close to tears as she
thanked me for what I had done to her with the letter. She told
me how she had totally lost herself in the passion aroused by my
words. I told her that I loved her and indicated that the best
was still to come.
She said, "Hon, I am ready for anything you want. I love you! I
really wish you were home now."
"Ann," I replied, "go to my grey suit hanging in my closet. On
the inside of my jacket there is another note in the pocket. I
will talk to you later on. And, Ann, thank you for your
obedience." then I hung up. I was now having a hard time not
leaving work to go home to her. This was amazing! I was getting
so much pleasure out of this. It was working because I felt the
same giddiness that I had felt when we were first married.
The next note read as follows:
My Darling Ann:
Take the time now to take a long hot bath. Pamper yourself. You
have the rest of the day to think about what pleasures await you
this evening. I can promise you that you will experience the
utmost in sexual thrills. Your body must be ready for me as well
as your mind. Tonight you will be kept in constant awareness of
your feminine beauty. For now, enjoy your bath and think of
tonight. This is what you are to do to prepare yourself for our
evening. Please do not question, just do as you are told.
When you are finished, do not get dressed, you are to stay naked
until you complete what I have for you to do. After you are
finished with your bath, please look in my blue overnight bag. In
it you will find a box. Open the box and you will find further
instructions. Now go and take your bath, Ann. I wish I was there
to wash you.
Love, Michael"
Ann was to tell me later that she trembled as she stood naked,
reading the note that followed. It read:
Darling Ann:
Your nakedness is easy to imagine. I can visualize you standing
there reading this. Desire builds again! But we will have time
for that later on. For now, you will see that in the box with
this note are four black nylon straps attached to velvet lined
leather cuffs. I want you to tie the straps, one to each corner
of the bed. It is here where you will be made helpless later on
this evening. There is also a length of rope in the box. Pass
it under the bed about two thirds down from the head board. Bring
the ends up and lay them on the bed. This rope will be used to
tie your knees apart, totally opening you up to me. Finally,
there is a black silk scarf, it is to be your blindfold. Place it
on the pillows.
As you prepare the bed for your captivity, think of what it will
be like to be tied helpless to our bed, totally exposed for my
pleasure. Imagine yourself, naked and helpless, unable to escape
the manipulation of your body. Your breasts will be exposed,
unprotected by your arms, as your wrists are tied to the
headboard unable to respond to you. Your legs splayed
wide,exposing your pussy to whatever I feel like doing to it. You
will be unable to close your legs to prevent whatever I decide to
do.
What will I do? Well, your imagination can devise answers, but
you won't know until it happens. And even then you will only be
able to guess at what is causing the pleasure because your eyes
will be covered by the blindfold. You will not be able to see
anything that I am preparing to do to you. When it happens, it
will be a complete surprise. Suffice it to say, that all has-
been designed to bring you to the point of uncontrollable
passion!
Now, my dearest Ann. After you have prepared the bed, I want you
to get dressed. However, you are to wear my favorite skirt and
that white silky blouse I love on you! Wear one of your new bras
that unhook in the front and you are NOT to wear any panties. A
garter belt and stockings are to be all you wear under your
skirt. I want you to be aware of your sensuality all day long.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I want you to go to the store and get
the following items, two 8 oz. porterhouse steaks, a dozen large
shrimp, some pate', frozen raspberries, and some sour cream. In
case you thought of it, the answer is "no!". You will not wear
panties out to the store either.
On the way home, stop by the office. When you arrive, I want you
to come in and close and lock the door behind you. I will tell
my secretary that we do not wish to be disturbed. You will come
to my side and lift your skirt to your waist in the front. I
want to see that you obeyed. If you are a good girl, Ann, I will
allow you to have an orgasm there. I will help you with my
mouth! Think of this while you shop.
Please be here by 3 p.m. at the latest. I love you, Ann.
Michael - The Office -
Ann arrived at my office right on time. She looked lovely. She
was slightly flushed and I could see in her eyes that she was
aching for my touch. Without a word, she walked to my chair and
bent to kiss me, it was a passionate kiss, filled with promise.
Then she stood and with a quick glance at the door, she began to
gather her dress to her waist. She did this slowly as her
breathing came faster and a little more heavily. I looked, not
at her uncovered legs, but into her eyes as she raised her skirt
to expose her obedience. I knew when she had it totally drawn up
because her eyes now begged me to touch her.
"Please", was all that she murmured as I let my gaze fall on her
white satin-framed pussy, the garter belt providing that extra
erotic stimulus.
I reached out to her and touching her thighs told her to spread
her legs which she did immediately. I let my hand roam over the
soft upper thighs and tickled the flesh on the inside of her
legs. Then suddenly I cupped her entire pussy in my hand and
pushed a finger between the down-covered outer lips. Her pussy
seemed burning hot as I heard her moan with obvious delight. My
finger sank into her, meeting no resistance because of the
wetness that had even soaked her soft brown hair.
I withdrew my hand and looked into her eyes again as I licked the
sweet juices from my finger. Then I stood and turned her so that
she sat on the edge of my desk with her tip-toes just touching
the floor.
I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. I pulled the soft
fabric back enough to expose her breasts. I could see that her
nipples were swollen and aroused. She pulled me to her and tried
to push my face to her breast. I resisted and told her to be
still. I would decide what was to happen. She groaned and
looked at me, her eyes begging me to make love to her.
While she was sitting there, I picked up the phone and told my
secretary that we were busy and not to disturb us. Ann looked at
me terrified. She knew that the implication of the call was that
we were doing something at which we did not want to be caught,
she would have to pass by Ida on the way out.
I laughed at her concern and said, "Ahhh, but Ann, you could
leave right now, if you wish!" She shook her head "no" and I
moved to her and caressed her breasts. I heard the hiss of her
breath as my hands found her warm mounds of flesh. Once again,
she attempted to put her hands on my head to guide my mouth to
her.
"Ann," I said as I placed her hands at her sides and on the desk,
"Do not move again, or I will stop."
Her eyes pleaded once more at the threat of not being allowed to
complete the pleasure she had spent the last two hours imagining.
I knelt before her and brought my mouth to her right thigh. It
was hot and flushed. I felt the quiver as my tongue began to
slide over her skin. Each inch of her inner thighs from the top
of the stockings to the place where her aching pussy opened for
my kiss was slowly explored. I could see how wet she was and the
struggle that she was having to keep her hips still. I could see
her swollen clit and inner lips, their pink hue exaggerated to
redness against the brown curls that framed them. I let my
tongue flick over them as I moved from leg to leg. Then I
stopped and looked to Ann's lovely green eyes.
"Ann, tell me what you want! Tell me what you need me to do to
you."
Ann had never been able to express herself when discussing sex.
She stared at me and tried to tell me, but all that came out was
the word, "Please!".
"Not good enough, Ann, you know very well what you want me to do.
Ask me to do it for you, Ann."
She flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please eat
me."
Not wanting to loose the moment I let it go at that, she would
learn to be a lot more graphic before the night was over. With
that I moved back to take her to the height of pleasure that she
ached for. My mouth found her softness as I spread her lips and
drew the soft inner petals into my mouth. My tongue danced
swiftly over her blood-engorged clit. I found myself drinking in
her sweet juices in as they flowed from her warm pussy in
response to my mouth's movements. I felt her tremble as the
first wave of tiny orgasms erupted within her. I could feel the
spasms as they alternately pulled the muscles and let them relax.
I heard her as she allowed a gasp to escape her mouth, lost in
the sensations rippling through the center of her being.
Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the desk in a
useless effort to remain still. I told her to caress her
breasts. She did so quickly as I helped her through a series of
orgasms that would leave her almost unable to stand up
afterwards. Her hands squeezed her breasts and her fingers
pinched and pulled at her nipples as she arched her back and
pushed herself to my face. Finally the over taxed sexual nerves
detonated into a sexual frenzy of their own and released their
pent-up energies into a tremendous orgasm that caused Ann to bite
her hand in order not to scream.
When Ann had relaxed a little, I stood and held her close to me
and kissed her lips tenderly and softly.
"Go home now, dear. Relax and I will see you at about 6:30. I
love you very much Ann. You are a wonderful lover!"
She hugged me and whispered, "Oh, Michael, I love you too. I
want this to last forever. Thank you so much for this wonderful
day."
I walked her to the door and watched her as she knowingly and
carelessly walked past Ida.
As I returned to my desk, I wondered if Ann realized as I did the
new dimension that we were allowing ourselves to enter into in
our sex lives. Ann seemed so natural in her role that I regretted
momentarily not having explored this with her long before. But
the regret was short lived - I was happy that the time was here
now. I gave her about ten minutes to arrive home before I called
her again. This time there was to be no note at all, just verbal
instructions.
"Ann, I almost forgot to tell you what I want you to wear
tonight." I said as she answered the phone on the first ring.
"Oh!" was her only reply.
"I want you to detach the cuffs from the cords on the bed. You
will wear them and also the gift that I placed in your bottom
drawer this morning. That is all you are to wear. Is that
understood, Ann?", I asked.
"Yes, Michael, I understand. I love you.", she responded as I
hung up the phone and tried to go back to my work. As it turned
out, it was a useless effort on my part. Visions of my "slave"
haunted my every thought and to attempt to discard them was
impossible. I struggled to contain myself and not leave work
early. Finally I busied myself planning out the final details of
the evening.
I tried to visualize Ann as she went to the drawer and found my
"present". It consisted of a narrow leather collar and a gold
waist chain which I am sure she would not figure out how to wear.
It was designed to pass around the waist and through a small loop
in the back. The end of the chain was then brought through the
legs and fastened in front. It was adjustable and could be
pulled tighter if one desired. The chain went between her legs
and snuggled between her pussy lips. I would be very surprised
if she wore it right!
- Arriving Home - Suddenly I realized that I had gotten lost in
my thoughts. It was 6:15 and time to leave for home. If you
have ever driven somewhere only to realize when you arrive, that
you do not remember the drive, then you know how I felt when I
arrived! I hesitated a moment and gathered my thoughts. I knew
that the intensity of the evening would require a great deal of
control on my part. After the stimulation of the day, I wanted to
-- Wait! That is an idea. I got out of the car, walked to the
door and opened it. Suddenly, Ann appeared in the doorway to the
living room. She was naked except for the collar and cuffs and
the chain was dangling at her side after one turn around the
waist.
I just looked at her as I locked the door and strode to where she
stood. Without saying a word, I lifted her and carried her to a
chair. Bending her over the back of the chair, I placed her
hands on the arms and once more told her to stay still. I walked
behind her and stroked the smooth curves of her ass. I let my
hand glide between the satin-like skin of her cheeks, down to her
pussy which was already moist. Without saying a word, I took her
roughly from behind. I was unable to contain myself and from the
moment I entered her I was out of control from the days pent-up
passion.
I heard her as she responded to my use of her body. She began to
thrust her hips backwards in rhythm to my forward movements. She
began to make almost animalistic noises in her throat as she let
herself experience the force of my desire. I could feel the
muscles in the walls of her vagina as they grabbed at my
thrusting cock. It was all that I needed and as I began to
explode, I heard her scream, "Oh, my god! Please come! Fill me,
Michael. I'm coming. Harder, I'm coming." I exploded inside her
and felt as if my knees would buckle out from underneath me.
As I stepped back, Ann did an amazing thing. She turned and
dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She moved on me
keeping my erection alive for a few more minutes. I lifted her
to her feet and kissed her softly and spoke for the first time.
"You are an incredibly sexy woman, Ann. Do you know that?", I
asked.
She just stood there looking at the floor and shook her head
imperceptibly. I reached to her chin and raised her head.
"You must learn to be proud of it! Tell me, did you feel like a
woman when I entered you just now?" There were tears in her eyes
causing them to sparkle.
"Oh, yes, Michael, I felt so sexually alive.", she answered.
"Then be proud of your realization! You are mine and I am proud
to be with you. I see the way other men look at you. You are a
sexually erotic woman. You are to learn to be contented in that
fact. Now come shower with me."
We went upstairs and I was pleased to see the black nylon straps
securely fastened to the four corners of the bed, the rope ends
protruding from either side and the blindfold neatly laid out on
the pillow. I undressed and turned to Ann. I undid the cuffs
and the collar and took the chain from her waist.
"You will learn how to wear this later, Ann." I said as I led her
to the shower and adjusted the water to slightly hotter then our
skin.
- The Shower -
Once in the shower the hot water ran over us and relaxed us both.
I could feel the tension draining from my body as I held Ann
close to me. Soaping her down was always a pleasure, but this
evening it took on new meaning as I gently pushed aside the
shower's spray and covered her with soap. I could feel my
passion rising again as I hugged her and felt the curves of her
body press against mine, the soap providing that frictionless
smoothness which heightens the senses and sets the entire nervous
system on fire. She turned in my arms and I felt my erection
slide between her cheeks. She reached back putting her arm
around my neck and pulled herself up on tiptoe forcing me deeper
into her soft flesh. She rocked back and forth and I felt myself
climbing towards orgasm again.
Then I realized what was happening she was maneuvering herself so
that my hardness was pressing against the tiny opening. She
pressed and I put my arms around her waist to help her keep her
balance. Suddenly I felt myself slide inside her. She moaned as
if it hurt her and I stopped moving until she began to press once
more. Then I was totally inside her. She turned her face up and
back and I met her lips with mine. She leaned forward and placed
her hands on the wall as I grabbed her hips and started thrusting
in and out of her tight hole. Soap was running between her
cheeks making each stroke easier and smoother. I reached around
her with one hand and began to stroke her clit. Her passion was
obvious as she began to buck against me with more violence.
The sight of her shapely ass meeting my thrusts raised my zeal
even further. I reached for her breasts and felt them slip
through my hands as she moved faster now. They were slippery and
difficult to hold so I squeezed harder in an effort to keep them
in my hands. The nipples were hard and Ann was lost in her own
world of pleasure as her hand slid between her legs to tease her
clit into an orgasm. Suddenly it was over. We both felt
ourselves move into that world void of all else except focus on
the center of sexual release.
The orgasm seemed greater then any before experienced and as she
turned to hold on to me, we sank to our knees and let the warm
water splash over our exhausted bodies. We knelt there for what
seemed like an hour, kissing and caressing each other. Suddenly
the water began to turn cold and brought us both back to reality.
I got a soft towel and dried her off kissing her all over as I
did. As I dried each leg I let my mouth cover her pussy and gave
soft, silky licks to the pink flesh peeking out from between the
folds of her outer lips. She trembled and stroked my face.
Getting to my feet I led her to the bedroom and once again placed
the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. I put the collar
around her neck and picked up the chain. When I pulled the loose
end between her legs she jumped a little and smiled at her own
lack of imagination in wearing it before. I knelt and spread her
lips again moving the chain between them, kissed her there again
and got my robe.
- Dinner Lesson - Ann needed the time to fix her hair and do
whatever else women do to make them feel more desirable. While
she was doing this I went down to the kitchen to put the
finishing touches on the Scampi and char broil the steaks. When
I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that Ann had set the table
for a romantic dinner for two, candles and all. I opened the
bottle of wine and settled down at the table to await her
appearance.
Ann came down glowing. She came to the chair and on her own
lowered her eyes and stood with her hands by her side, saying
nothing. I took the time to drink in her sexiness. Her lightly
tanned skin giving way to the milky white bikini line,
accentuated her breasts and lower tummy. Her soft brown pubic
hair, trimmed for her bikini, formed a small triangle pointing to
her sex and just a hint of blushing pink showed at its apex. She
was obviously still in an excited state. I reached out and with
a moistened finger, slid between the folds causing her to jump
slightly at the touch.
"Do you feel sexy, Ann?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, more then any other time in my life.", was her quick
reply.
"That is wonderful, Ann. You are more then sexy, love, you are
all that female sexuality is about.", I replied.
Looking at her did not even make her nervous now. I drank in the
sight of her naked form. The black collar with its ring in the
front, the black bands on her wrists and ankles and the tiny gold
chain speaking volumes to me on her submission.
There she stood, totally fresh, erotic, sensual and completely
available to me. It was then I realized that, while I may seem
in control, this woman, whom I loved dearly, was actually in
control of me.
Everything about her made me realize that there could be no other
woman that could do to me what she was doing now. I was falling,
charmed into complete worship of her entire personhood. In
asking her to devote herself to me, I received a gift from her
which I now must handle with all the love and care that is
possible. I was caught and hopelessly imprisoned by her
dedication and love for me. Ironic as it was, by becoming her
master, I had become her slave.
Ann served us dinner and I watched fascinated as her every move
drove me further into the turmoil of primal urges. It was all
that I could do to keep my hands off her while we sat and
discussed what had already happened. It seemed that even though
Ann was intimidated by this at first, she had found release in
knowing that she was not in control. It seemed that it gave her
"permission" of sorts to let herself go and release herself to
sensual pleasures. I was delighted to hear her able to express
herself in this way. I talked to her and told her how I had felt
and thanked her once more for her gift.
Now would come the difficult part. I wanted to make the roles we
were playing be consistent with the idea of a master-slave
relationship. I was still a little scared that pushing the
fantasy too far may have an adverse effect, but decided to risk
it. While Ann cleaned up the kitchen, I began to watch for some
foolish thing that I could "blame" and punish her for. When I
found it, it was foolish - for sure.
"Ann, I have been sitting here patiently waiting for you to serve
coffee. Not only did you ignore my request, but you act as if you
never heard it!", I said knowing full well that she could not
have heard what I did not request.
"You didn't ask for coffee.", she answered.
"Ann, I believe you meant to say I am sorry, didn't you? You
must understand that I was serious when I asked you for
unquestioned obedience. Please come over here and kneel at my
feet, Ann."
Ann moved to me, but slower this time and a little unsure of what
I was going to do. She looked into my eyes as if to say "Be
gentle", as she knelt on the floor.
"Ann, raise your hands above your head, please." I said this very
softly but without a hint of emotion. She did so hesitantly,
lifting her breasts as her arms went higher. I reached to her
and as I explained what I expected of her once more I let my
hands glide over the twin globes presented to me in such an
unprotected way. Suddenly I took her nipples between my thumbs
and forefingers and pinched them. It was mildly painful, but not
enough to even make Ann cry out. In fact she moaned softly and
looked at me with love written in her eyes. I asked her if she
understood and she replied with a nod of her head. Again I
pinched her and told her that verbal answers were required when I
spoke to her.
"Yes, Michael, I understand.", she said.
Again I caressed her breasts and told her that the rest of the
evening would be considered training for our new positions in our
relationship. As I talked I had her stand and indicated that she
should spread her legs. I reached between them and felt that she
was totally turned on now, responding amazingly to the whole
situation. I continued to talk to her while petting and stroking
her pussy. My fingers were soaked. She listened as if in a
trance. I told her that tonight, she would learn how to ask for
what she wanted and not be afraid to tell me in exact terms, her
thoughts, desires and needs. I led her upstairs to the bedroom.
- Ann's Captivity Begins -
Ann hesitated just the slightest moment as we entered into the
bedroom. Later she would tell me how her thoughts carried her
into mild panic that afternoon when she had prepared the bed for
this night. She knew that I would never do anything to harm her,
but it was unimaginable to her that she should be tied there
helpless to hide, conceal or defend her body in any way.
Ann also confessed to me later that she never really felt sexy
while naked and that she had feared feeling like a fool by
complying with my desires. Not that she wasn't capable of
passion, for she was to an extreme, but not until she crossed
some remote threshold of ecstasy that broke the barriers, she
never believed that she was capable of arousing erotic desires
with her body. As with all of us, she did not see her beauty and
allowed some other mental image of the perfect woman to stand in
the way of her awareness of what she was to me. Ann was about to
learn that she was all that I needed or desired in a woman. She
was about to come to terms with her own eroticism and sensuality.
Ann would know soon, that I loved her exactly as she was. The
only change I wanted in here was her knowledge that she was my
woman and capable of fulfilling all that I could ever desire in a
life's partner.
Ann walked to the bed and I felt her tremble as I touched her
shoulder and pushed her once more to her knees. I took the
blindfold and carefully arranged it so that she could see no
light.
I then stood her on her feet and said to her: "Ann, you and I
have had a relationship that has grown stale in some ways. We
have not been able to trust each other with our innermost secrets
and desires. We have, until now, not expressed our needs or
wants for fear that somehow we would be rejected. I have risked a
lot in this experiment, and so have you. Now it is too late to
turn back even if we wanted to. I am going to bring you pleasure
beyond anything that you have known so far. Tonight is just the
beginning of our new life together. Tonight by becoming my slave,
you will find total freedom!"
With these words, I picked her up, kissed her soft lips and laid
her on the bed. I gently took her hand and after kissing it and
caressing it, pulled it taut and fed the nylon strap through the
steel ring on the cuff. I then did the same to the other hand.
Walking to the center of the bed, I took the rope that was passed
under the bed and tied a loop around her right leg just above the
knee and then went to the other side and did the same pulling
them open so that her knees almost touched the mattress. I then
secured the anklets to the nylon ties at the foot of the bed.
Ann was now tied in such a way that she could not close her legs
or move her arms. I then took a pillow and raising her hips
tucked it under her lifting her shapely behind off the bed.
I then told her that she was not to talk or make a sound unless I
gave her permission.
"Not a sound, Ann, is that clear?", I said to which she responded
"Yes." in a whimper-like voice. That was greeted with a slap
across her raised behind and again the command, "Not a sound!".
This time Ann shook her head yes and received a quick kiss to
each breast and on her mouth. When I kissed her, the hunger in
her mouth was evident as she struggled to prolong the contact.
She was looking for reassurance. I gave it to her!
As I stepped back to observe my handiwork a feeling of
satisfaction that I had never known overtook me. Here before me
on the bed, tied and helpless was the form of the faceless woman
of my fantasies. Wonderfully erotic in her helplessness,
overwhelmingly sensuous in her glorious womanhood, and
animalistically arousing in her nakedness, she had me in fully in
her power and I would never be the same again. I was helpless
before her charms and hypnotized by her wanton beauty. I moved
to the bedside and sat next to her. Next to the bed was a small
bottle of scented and flavored massage oil. I took the bottle
and began with her right arm. After pouring the oil on it, I
began to rub it into each tiny area of exposed skin. The oil got
warm when rubbed or blown on, as a matter of fact it got hot. I
blew softly on it, heating it up and then used my tongue in soft
velvety licks to remove the oil from her wrist. Next I did the
same to her shoulders and neck. For the next hour I busied
myself covering every square inch of exposed skin with the
exception of her breasts, inner thighs and her pussy. I
momentarily touched her there and she was dripping wet with
desire now, but relief was still a long way off for Ann.
Moving back to her upper torso, I rubbed the oil into her breast,
being careful not to touch the nipple. I spent a long time
gently massaging and blowing on the slick skin, heating the oil
and sensing her reaction. Each time Ann would move to try to get
me to suckle her swollen nipple, she would receive instead a
pinch instead. I was lost in the softness of her beautiful
breasts and the textures that I seemed to newly discover with
each passing moment.
Finally sure that Ann was worked to a fever pitch, I stopped and
asked her, "Ann, what would you like me to do for you now? You
can talk to me, hon."
"Please, Michael, I am on fire, please!", she said.
Of course I could imagine what she wanted, but would not give in.
Instead I said, "Ann, you have to be specific. I know what you
want and you know what you want. Why can't you tell me? I will
not continue until you do.", to emphasize this I reached down and
cupped her soft, wet mound in my hand momentarily. Ann instantly
moved herself against it and I pulled away.
"My god, Michael, I need you. Please!", she said. I said
nothing. I moved from the bed to a lounge chair and sat quietly.
"Michael?" Ann said after a minute, "Michael, where are you?"
Again I was silent.
Ann struggled against her bonds now only to discover for the
first time that she was indeed helpless. After 10 minutes of not
answering, I walked quietly to the bedside once more.
I removed the chain from between her legs and said, "You wish me
to continue the massage?"
"Oh yes, please, Michael, please.", Ann was frantic in her
answer.
I took the oil and smoothed some of it on her inner thigh from
the knee to where the flesh curves inward to form the outer lips
of her pussy.
With slow deliberate care, I began to alternately rub and blow on
the oil. Then ever so slowly began to lick it off of her working
upward until I got to those soft folds of down covered flesh.
Momentarily I let my tongue flick over her clitoris and withdrew
to the other thigh, where I began the process all over again. By
the time I had once more reached her wide open pussy, her own
juices were visibly coating her cheeks and some had already
stained the pillow. Ann was delirious now. She began bucking to
reach my face, but I avoided all but the briefest touches to her
sex. Ann began to plead with me now in earnest.
"Michael, please eat me. Please touch my pussy, Michael, I can't
take this any longer! Let me come, Michael, please let me come.",
she was almost crying now.
As a reward for her honesty, I leaned forward and kissed her full
on her spread pussy lips. I poured some oil on it and watched
the fluid as it ran over her mound, flowed across her swollen
inner lips and into her open vagina, to mix with her own sweet
juices. Ann hissed through her teeth as she moved her hips
trying to contain her passion which was about to explode in
uncontrollable wantonness.
I laid down between her splayed legs and softly blew on the oil.
I could feel the heat from her pussy as it combined with her own.
She let out a cry at the sensations I was causing her to
experience.
"Oh god, please, let me come, Michael, please don't make me wait
any longer.", she cried out.
I then began to slowly lick the oil and her natural lubricant
from her exposed sex. She shook violently each time that I
touched the fleshy hood covering her clit. Shock waves of
pleasure shot through her body as she thrusted her hips and tried
to grind her pussy into my face. I did not allow that yet, but
kept distance enough so that only the tip of my tongue touched
her.
Finally I moved up and clamped my lips over her clitoris and
biting ever so gently took it into my mouth and flicked across it
with my tongue. I had never seen Ann react this way before. She
became an animal and her cries matched her fury.
I slid two fingers inside her and reached her g-spot letting her
press downward and move against them. I felt her muscles tighten
and loosen in spasmodic contractions as she began her orgasm. It
was like a string of firecrackers. One after another they came
each one more violent then the one before. I used my tongue to
tease her clit as it attempted to withdraw from direct
stimulation. Licking each side of the tiny shaft, rolling it
between my lips until Ann collapsed in exhaustion and lay still.
I moved to her face and heard her soft sobs. She turned to me
and her lips, swollen from her own biting, parted for a deep
hungering kiss. She then moved her mouth to taste her own
passion which was on my face still. I had never been with this
Ann. This was a whole new woman, a whole new adventure in
sexuality.
After that, I released her and we made slow, passionate love.