What is about the sight of Master’s rock-hard, erect cock that turns me into a blithering, quivering, wet idiot?
 
When he tells me to get to my knees, I know I’m in for a treat. Already, I can feel my pussy whir to life.
 
“On your knees, slave.”
 
Yes, Master!
 
That’s all it takes. After that, I’m his. His desperate, willing suck-slut.
 
The harder he makes me work for it, the more I enjoy it. The best is when he doesn’t even let me use my hands.
 
“Hands behind your back, slave,” he says.
 
I hear the clinking of handcuffs as he takes them out.
 
Yes! I think to myself, my pussy gushing. Shackle my hands so I can’t even touch myself. I want to be desperate, with soaking wet panties while I suck your cock! You decide if and when it’s my turn.
 
I feel the cuffs click behind me. Now I know I’m trapped—at his total mercy.
 
I get excited. I’m so terribly wet now. I’m almost hyperventilating.
 
“Tell me what you want, slut.”
 
“I want you to take your cock out so I can worship it, Master,” I whimper.
 
“What makes you think you deserve my cock today, slut?”
 
“I don’t master. But if you take it out, I promise you I’ll earn it.”
 
Master smiles. We’re on the same page.
 
“Very well, slave”
 
He undoes his belt and pulls out his cock.
 
It’s raging hard already.
 
I knew it would be!
 
I bite my lip and smile up at him.
 
I love it when he’s ready for me like this. It’s what I love about Master’s cock. No matter how stern and unreadable his face, from his cock, I know he wants me. It’s as obvious as the growing wet stain on my panties.
 
“Well, don’t just kneel there, gawking, slave. Get to work!”
 
“Yes, Master!”
 
I begin by nuzzling it with my cheeks. Cherishing its warmth. Admiring its girth and the way the soft texture feels against my cheeks.
 
I love your cock, Master, I say with my smiling eyes.
 
I know, says the cocky look on Master’s face.
 
I smile and lick him carefully with my tongue. The taste of him makes my heart race. I can tell by his deeper breaths it excites him too.
 
It isn’t long before I’m sucking the tip like a lollypop.
 
This is my favorite way to worship my Master!
 
Master sighs and puts his hands behind my head.
 
If he forces himself deeper inside me, I can’t stop him.
 
He could fill my throat with it—choke off my air supply—suffocate me.
 
I would die happily.
 
Because what better way to go? What better way to show my devotion.
 
But he won’t do that. He’s just showing me who’s in charge.
 
I know, Master. I like it that way.
 
Master can choke me. He can fuck me. Or he can make me suck him all night long. As long as I get to taste his wonderful cock—as long as I can show him I’ll worship him with everything I have, in any way he’ll let me—that’s all I need.

"Strip, slave."
 
"Slave, master? I thought I was your pet."
 
"You are my pet, slave. But you are also my slave when I want you to be. You are whatever I want you to be. Today I want you to be my slave."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Good girl. Yes, take it all off. I want to look at you. Turn around for me. Yes, so beautiful."
 
"Thank you, master."
 
"Here, put these handcuffs on."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"No, not like that. Behind your back."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Good girl. Now get on your knees, slave."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Now crawl this way."
 
"How?"
 
"On your knees, of course. I've had you shackle your hands, not your legs too.
 
"Yes master."
 
"Good. Yes. Come closer, slave. I want that pretty little face of yours right in front of my crotch. You're going to make your master happy tonight."
 
"I like making you happy, master."
 
"I know, slave. But hush now, no more talking. You do far too much talking I think. I know it is in a woman's nature to talk and talk. I know it is how you women think—you let yourselves say things out loud to see how they sound. But you have me now to tell you what to do and think."
 
"That's a bit sexist, don't you think, master?"
 
"Fair enough, slave. But get that mouth on my cock before I smack you."
 
"Yef, maf-per."
 
"Good girl. Mmm, yes, that's it. Do you like it when I run my hands across your face and through your hair gently like this?"
 
"Yef, maf—"
 
"Hush, slave. Don't try to talk. You just sound stupid when you talk. Use your cocksucking skills to communicate your agreement. Use your tongue to—oh, my god, slave, yes, that's it. That's so good. Mmm…okay…now, where was I?"
 
"Being fecfift."
 
"Oh yes, thank you. Being sexist. And shut-up. What did I just say about trying to talk?"
 
"Bom'p?"
 
"Yes, don't, so…ugh…anyway. Fair enough yes, I'm a big sexist. But I'm a big sexist who's bigger than you and has you in handcuffs, so watch your mouth. Or no, let me watch your mouth…mmm…oh god…such a pretty mouth. Feels so good. Yes, anyway. At least I'm sexist against both sexes. Look, women think with their mouths and men think with their dicks. That's my point. I think with my dick. All men do it, and it makes us very stupid sometimes. But how can we not? I mean look at that thing! Look at the size of it! No, no, slave, not literally. Keep your mouth on it. There's a good girl. Mmm…anyway…If you had a dick like this, what would you be thinking about all day?"
 
"I'd probably be wondering how'd that get there? What is this thing, anyway? Looks like a mushroom on top of a rocket."
 
"Very funny. Keep sucking, slave."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Anyway, the point is…this is the ultimate form of communication between a man and a woman. You express yourself with your mouth on my cock, and I express myself by having a massive erection in your presence."
 
"And what a presence you have, sir."
 
"Shut-up you shameless sycophant. Keep sucking. That's all I want from you."
 
"Mmm…yef, fer, mmm…bup…what about what I want?"
 
"You're my slave. So you want to do what I want you to do."
 
"But master…I may not have a magnificent cock like yours, but I do have a pussy that needs love."
 
"I know that, slave. And your pussy will get love. When it suits me."
 
"But you always say that, master. But you haven't played with pussy in the longest time."
 
"And how does that make you feel, slave?"
 
"Horny, master!"
 
"Exactly. And see the way you're instinctively wagging your cute little butt and pussy around just thinking about having my cock inside you?"
 
"Ooo…yes, master…"
 
"That's why it's important for you be denied today. Think about how much better it will feel tomorrow."
 
"But master! I'm dripping wet right now. Look!"
 
"I know. I can see that, slave. I'm going to make you clean that up after too. After you're finished pleasuring my cock, of course."
 
"But please master…can't I come today? I've been so good. I promise I'll always make you come when you want. I just need one every now and again.
 
"And you'll get one. But you're not ready yet. You had one just last week."
 
"No I didn't. That was two weeks ago!"
 
"Don't argue with me, slave. You get your master's cock in your mouth right now, or there'll be no orgasms at all for a month!"
 
"Yes, master."
 
"Mmm…yes…good girl…now listen. I know you're horny, but there's a particular look I need to see in your eyes first. You see I know you don't much care for my sexist theories, but I don't much care for any of your lip—save for the lips around my cock. Those are the only lips I want to feel today. Well, hmmm…okay. Perhaps there is another set of lips I'd like to feel. The one's dripping juice onto the floor.
 
"Mmm, yef, pweave, mafper…"
 
"Look into my eyes while you suck me, slave. Good girl. Now I want to see…do you truly understand what it means to be my slave?"
 
"Mmm-hmm!"
 
"I don't think that you do. You see you're still thinking about that pussy below as something you want to have attention. I want you to think of that pussy down there as something that is mine. Do you understand what I'm saying, slave?"
 
"Yef, maf—"
 
"Stop talking and keep sucking. God, it's like you're not listening at all. That pussy, and this mouth. These aren't extensions of you. They are extensions of me. So when I say put your mouth on my cock and suck it, whose mouth is it?"
 
"Yours, sir."
 
"Mine, yes. Well, don't stop! Get back on there!"
 
"Yef, mafper."
 
"Mmm…okay…now…when I say your pussy doesn't get any action today. Whose pussy is it that I'm denying."
 
"Yourv, fir."
 
"Mine. Exactly. You don't think that when you don't get to come that I don't feel it as acutely as you do? I know my pussy needs attention. I can see it dripping there on the floor."
 
"So then why would you do that to yourself?"
 
"What?"
 
"Why would you deny your pussy, master? Can't you see how eager it is to get off?"
 
"Of course I can, slave."
 
"Can't you see how good your pussy will feel if you let it ride your cock just a little?"
 
"Hmm…that would feel pretty good…"
 
"Don't you think it would be nice to rub them together just long enough for them to come together?"
 
"I would like that, slave. But I'm also enjoying this mouth of yours that you seem to think is for talking."
 
"Maybe this mouth is for kissing, master. You could feel your cock and your pussy together while you feel your two sets of lips kissing."
 
"Hmm…you're being a real smart mouth today, slave."
 
"My mouth is the organ I think with after all."
 
"I should smack you for your insolent back-talk."
 
"Wouldn't that just be smacking yourself?"
 
"Hmm…I suppose it would. All right, that's enough, smart-mouth. Get up here."
 
"Yes, master."
 
"I want to feel that wet pussy slide down on my cock."
 
"Yes, master"
 
"Ease onto it.
 
"Like this, master?"
 
"Mmm, yes, that's it? How do my hands feel guiding you like this?"
 
"Good, master."
 
"Mmm, your smart mouth was right. I do like you like this. Especially with your naked nipples right here where I can squeeze and pinch them."
 
"Ouch!"
 
"Shh…you love it."
 
"I do, master."
 
"Put those pretty little lips on mine. Mmm…"
 
"Mmm…ooo…mmm…this feels so good, master."
 
"It does, doesn't it?"
 
"Thank you…thank you…"
 
"Don't thank me yet, slave. I didn't say you were allowed to come yet."
 
"I don't want to come yet, master."
 
"You don't?"
 
"No. Because you want your cock and pussy to come together, right?"
 
"That's right, but…hey, wait a minute! That was your idea! Just who's in charge here, anyway."
 
"Can we both be? Just a little? I mean, I know I'm your slave, and I know I'm handcuffed, but…you said I think with my mouth, so while we're both up here, mouth-to-mouth, I have kind of an advantage, don't I?"
 
"Hmm…You certainly know how to twist my words with that smart mouth of yours."
 
"But your cock is still in charge down below."
 
"Mmm…yes…you bet it is, you hot little minx."
 
"My pussy is nothing but an extension of your cock. We're totally in tune, you know, master? Your cock and my pussy. My pussy knows she's not allowed to come until she feels you squirt up inside her. She knows that's the signal. Wha…why are you smiling like that, master?"
 
"Because you and your smart mouth…and your tight wet little pussy are going to make me come."
 
"Oh…god…I love making you come, master!"
 
"And I want you to come with me, slave. I'm going to…oh god…"
 
"Oh, master, I can feel your cum shooting up into me and…oh….oh…oh god….oh master thank you. Master it feels so…fucking…good!"
 
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, you sexy little bitch?"
 
"I love it. I love making you come. It's what I live for."
 
I know, slave. It's what I keep you around for."
 
"Hey!"
 
"Relax, slave. You know I'm mostly kidding."
 
"I know, master."
 
"Mostly. Anyway…are you satisfied, slave?"
 
"Yes, master. So satisfied!"
 
"Good, I'm glad. Now clean up that mess you left on the floor."
 
"You were…you were serious about that?"
 
"What do you think, slave?"
 
"Yes?"
 
"Smart girl."
 
"But…I'm still in handcuffs."
 
"I know."
 
"But…how? What do I clean it up with?"
 
"Why don't you use that smart mouth of yours?"
 
"You can't be serious."
 
"I'm always serious, slave. Except when I'm not. Which I guess is a lot, but…shut-up! And clean up that mess, slave!"
 
"But…"
 
"Clean it up, and tomorrow we'll try fucking again like we did today."
 
"Mmm…okay! I mean…yes master!"

Last night, my hubby and I decided to do a little roleplaying. Well, I decided. But it didn’t take much convincing to get him to play along!
 
Now, it’s no secret that “the Lord” and I aren’t on the best of terms. He probably doesn’t approve of me not believing in him, let alone all that other kinky shit I do with my hubby. And my inner feminist certainly doesn’t approve of His centuries of implicit misogyny.
 
So I decided my hubby and I would write our own Eden origin story. He would be Adam. I would be Eve. Like in Genesis, I would still be corrupting him with the forbidden fruit. But I would be corrupting him my way. And there would still be a snake. But the snake would be taking orders from me, if you get my meaning!
 
“We’ll have to do it in the garden of course,” I told him.
 
“But…won’t people see?” he asked.
 
“We’ll do it at midnight. No one will see.”
 
“Hmmm…I’m not so sure about this, honey.”
 
“I’ll suck your cock.”
 
“I’ll do anything you say.”
 
“Good. So meet me in the garden at midnight. Naked.”
 
“Naked? But what if…”
 
“It’ll be dark. It’s our private property. Besides, there’s no shame in the Garden of Eden, remember?”
 
“Okay,” he said.
 
****
 
At midnight, I came to the garden, naked, as promised.
 
My husband was there already, naked as the day god made him. And looking like he was made by a generous god, too! I always feel like the luckiest girl on Earth, looking at him, with his artistically chiselled chest and stomach muscles, looking like a marble Hercules in the subdued starlight.
 
His huge cock sprung to attention at the sight of me.
 
“Hmm,” I mused with a smile. “You seem to be having impure thoughts already, I see.”
 
“It’s hard not to,” he said. “When looking at you.”
 
“Mmm…” I purred. “But I’m supposed to corrupt you, remember?”
 
“Oh, I think you corrupted me long ago,” he said suavely.
 
“Still,” I said. “Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
 
He gave me a suspicious look. “What are you up to?”
 
“You’re supposed to trust me, oh naïve Adam.”
 
He smiled, resigned, and did as I commanded.
 
I got a length of rope I had stashed in the bushes.
 
Then I took to securing his hands behind him.
 
“There’s rope lying around in the Garden of Eden?” he jibbed.
 
I finished tying his hands, turned him around, and then playfully kneed him in the balls.
 
“Ugh,” he gasped in surprise, hunching over.
 
“It’s supposed to be vine, smartass.”
 
“Okay.”
 
“And don’t argue with me. I’m in control now.”
 
“Got it,” he said.
 
“Now get up. Come on. I didn’t knee you that hard.”
 
He stood upright again, and I wrapped a bit of rope around his neck, pulling him in toward me. I pulled his face close to mine.
 
“Now that I’ve got you where I want you…” I whispered.
 
I kissed his lips, and he passionately kissed back.
 
“…I can corrupt you.”
 
We kissed some more.
 
“Mmm…”I said. “A nice pure kiss.”
 
“Mmm, yeah,” he said.
 
“Oh, but look,” I said, grabbing his balls and squeezing gently. “I’ve found some forbidden fruit.”
 
“Ugh…honey…?”
 
“Shh…” I hushed. “Let’s see how they taste, shall we?”
 
I got to my knees on the soft grass and then put his balls in my mouth and sucked them while stroking his cock. For his part, he made sweet musical moaning sounds.
 
“Having fun, my love?”
 
“Yes,” he panted.
 
“How about now?”
 
I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I began sucking sensually.
 
“Oh god yes,” he said.
 
I squeezed his balls
 
“Ouch!” he cried.
 
“No,” I said. “Not what God wants. What I want. God wants you to be ramming that thing in my pussy. That’s God’s plan for us to procreate. Just to make babies. But I don’t want to do that. I want to have fun. Do you want to have fun with me, Adam?”
 
“Yes, Eve!” he gasped.
 
“Good boy. Why don’t you lie down on your back so you can taste my forbidden fruit?
 
He got on his back.
 
I lowered myself onto his face.
 
Then I felt his tongue stimulating my clit. The sexy man sure knew what he was doing!
 
“Mmm, that’s it,” I said. “Eat me. Eat my forbidden fruit. Eat me while I drink from your fountain of life!”
 
I kept sucking his cock, bringing him closer and closer to the brink of coming. I could tell. He was bringing me closer and closer too.
 
So close that…
 
“Oh god! I’m coming!” I cried.
 
“No, not God,” he said under me.
 
I bit my lip, grinned evilly, and gave his balls a very hard whack with my open hand.
 
“Oof!” he yelped.
 
“Smart ass!”
 
Then I came hard.
 
I sucked his cock like it really was the fountain that gave life, and then, like a geyser, he shot a huge load of hot cum into my mouth.”
 
“Mmm…good boy,” I said, after gulping down the last of his cum.
 
I climbed off him. I helped him up. We kissed.
 
“Now you’ve really fallen from grace,” I said. “How’s it feel?”
 
“Pretty fucking good,” he said.
 
“Hmm,” I laughed, giving him a wicked grin.
 
Realization come over his face.
 
“You're not going to untie me, are you?”
 
I shook my head with a lustful smile.
 
“No, you’ve fallen from grace, and you need to be punished. But I am casting you out of the garden.”
 
I seized him by his dangling forbidden fruit and pulled him back inside the house.
 
“You’ve sinned, Adam. Welcome to hell. I hope you’re ready for your punishment!”
 
He just smiled nervously.
 
Boy was I ever going to have fun with him tonight. Oh, all the delightful, torturous things I had planned…

We were two platonic friends. Just a guy and a girl, camping alone together, in the woods, by the lake. Nothing weird about that, right? It was a totally platonic camping trip. At least, that’s what we kept telling ourselves. Then, one night, I found a snake in my sleeping bag.
 
That’s not a metaphor. There was an actual, honest-to-god snake in my sleeping bag, and it freaked me the fuck out. So, after Jake got rid of it, (swoon—my hero!), I asked Jake if I could share his sleeping bag.
 
It was a perfectly harmless request. Or so I thought.
 
“Are you sure that’s wise, Kate? It could get really hot in there…”
 
He was making a joke. At least I think he was.
 
“I was too cold last night anyway. I really didn’t sleep well. And after finding that snake I won’t sleep at all tonight.”
 
“Oh,” he said. “Well yeah, if it’ll help you sleep better, I guess so. I can’t promise you there won’t be more snakes though.”
 
He winked.
 
“Don’t even joke about that, Jake,” I said. “I may have to tie you up the rest of the night.”
 
“Tie me up with what?” he scoffed.
 
“I’m sure I’ll find something,” I said returning a playful wink.
 
He laughed. But I was only half-kidding. There was a part of me that always wondered what would happen if I tied up Jake, and he couldn’t get away, what would happen?
 
Anyway, that night, we slept in the same sleeping bag, in a kind of—totally platonic—spooning position, with him behind me.
 
Jake had been right about two things—it was hot under there that night, and also—and I might be mistaken about this—but I'm pretty sure there’s no mistaking it; I was sure his dick got hard in his sleep—and then stayed that way all night. Because every now and then, I’d wake up and feel his hard cock pulsating against my ass while we spooned. Then I’d fall back asleep and dream about turning around and begging him to just fuck me already, even though I knew it was wrong. Then I’d awaken, frustrated and hot, a little sweaty and damp in my bikini bottoms.
 
I stripped down to just my bikini to cool off, not daring to remove it too. But it didn’t help. I think it only made his erection worse. I couldn’t be sure, but I got the sense he’d seen me get up and strip down to the bikini.
 
When I awoke to the morning light, seen through the translucent tent, I decided enough was enough, and I got up. I was so horny I wanted to jump him—I wanted to start kissing him and beg him to tell me it was okay—in the vain hope that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. But I couldn't.
 
I wanted to masturbate, if I’m to be completely honest. But what if he awoke and caught me? So instead I decided to go for a dip in the lake to cool off.
 
I went for a swim, and cooled off a bit. I come back feeling less flustered.
 
I thought I heard him stirring in the tent, but I wasn’t sure. So I opened the tent to look in on him. I opened it to find him pitching a tent of his own, under the sleeping bag.
 
At least he’s doing something furious under there! I think to myself.
 
He looked at me looking like I’d crossed paths with rabbit, and he was ready to run. I’d caught him red handed, doing what I’d hitherto feared he’d catch me doing.
 
“Oh…shit,” I stammered. “I should…um…”
 
I turned to go. But then something stopped me. I turned back to him. We’d been best friends since middle school. We always shared everything. There were never any secrets between us. So I needed to know.
 
“Are you…um…”
 
He looked away, embarrassed. Then he tried to look back, but his eyes kept falling to my bikini-clad body. Feeling him eye me shyly like that was…oddly validating.
 
“It’s just a morning woody,” he said.
 
“Just a morning woody, huh? You’re sure it has nothing to do with you spooning me all night? Because I could feel it. All night.”
 
“Oh…um…I…”
 
“Be honest, Jake. Were you snooping on me in my bikini? Do you like this?” I said, uncharacteristically of myself. Suddenly self-aware of the effect my body had on him.
 
“Please don’t tease me, Kate. I have this…this ritual. It’s not my fault. Sometimes when I wake up thinking about…well, you know…and I have a hard-on all night…it gives me this super-powerful morning wood and it won’t go away until I do something about it.”
 
“So you admit I did that to you?”
 
I’m surprised by the boldness of the question, but flattered by the implications.
 
“You’re just so hot, Kate. I mean you gotta know that, right?”
 
Yeah, I know, I think to myself. But it’s nice to hear once in awhile. From the right guy, of course!
 
“Please don’t be mad?” he said.
 
“Why would I be mad?” I asked.
 
“Because…what if I tell you yeah it is you? I…I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”
 
“Oh?” I said.
 
“Oh god…Why did you have to wear that bikini?”
 
“You like it?” I asked, involuntarily biting my lip.
 
His face turned red. “I like the way you look in it. I like you. I like the way you threatened to tie me up as a joke. I like the way you smile. I like everything about you.”
 
“Dammit, Jake,” I said with my hands no my hips. “This is…”
 
“I know. I’m sorry. Please don’t let this come between us,” he said, adorably oblivious to the double entendre he’d just made. “You’re my best friend.”
 
“We can still be best friends,” I said. “Though I’m a bit mad you didn’t tell me sooner.”
 
“I’m sorry…please just…just go away and let me…”
 
“I don’t think so,” I said.
 
I felt almost possessed as my pussy stirred to life. I wanted him and I wasn’t about to let him finish on his own.
 
I zipped the tent closed and knelt down on the sleeping bag beside him, while he looked guiltily back up at me, his massive hard cock in his hand. Fuck he was hot! And seeing how horny I made him, well, that drove me over the edge.
 
I kissed him. I wanted to tell him I loved him. Because I did. Of course I did. I’ve loved Jake ever since boys started noticing me. He was always the one I wanted. And when the girls started noticing him and he asked me what I thought of what’s-her-face or so-and-so, I’d always tell him he could do better. But I was lying. The truth was: I selfishly wanted Jake for myself.
 
His hand shyly touched my body and I almost jumped from the crazy sexual spark I felt.
 
“Sorry,” he said. “I just thought…did I misread…?”
 
“Shh…” I said, putting a finger to his lips.
 
“That bikini looks so good on you,” he said.
 
“I bet it would look even better on you,” I said, getting a mischievous idea.
 
“Huh?” he said.
 
I giggled, then kissed him again.
 
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
 
“Yeah,” he said. “Always.”
 
I smiled, then tugged at the knot behind my back, loosening my string bikini top.
 
His eyes almost bugged out when he saw my naked breasts. It was so flattering I wanted to kiss him again, but I held my cool for the moment.
 
Jake seemed to almost hypnotically reach for them.
 
“Ah-ah-ah…” I said. “Hands behind your back.”
 
He gave me a suspicious look. I just bit my lip at him, and then he did as I asked without another word.
 
I used my string bikini top to tie his hands in a criss-cross behind his back. I used the best knots I’d learned in girl scouts, so I knew he couldn’t get free.
 
Then I relished where I had him; I had him right where I wanted him—shirtless, with his hands tied behind him, and his cock hard and sticking out of his pants.
 
“Let’s get rid of these, shall we? I said pulling his pants down and away from him, leaving him vulnerable and naked.
 
“There. Now I can see you. Fuck you’re hot,” I said.
 
“You think so?” he said.
 
“Of course!” I said, rolling my eyes.
 
“You make me so horny,” he said helplessly.
 
“Yes, I can see that” I said. “I can't believe you were going to waste this perfectly good cock on those hands of yours. Good thing I tied them up, huh?”
 
I kissed him. Then, with my hand, I gently began to stroke his cock.
 
Every muscle in his body tensed, and he let out a gasp.
 
“Oh, Kate,” he moaned.
 
I giggled, relishing all the power I had over him now.
 
He kissed frantically and furiously, so I pulled back, gently stroking his cock.
 
He looked like he wanted to calm down but couldn’t.
 
All I could think about was how badly I wanted to make him happy.
 
I’ve been here with many guys before. Not literally—I’ve never gone camping with a guy like this. Jake is the only person I’d trust enough to take me out into the wilderness like this. I’d frankly trust Jake to take me to the ends of the earth.
 
But what I mean is: I knew what he wanted. He wanted what all men want. Usually, they push my head down, but Jake can't. He was tied, so he had to be treated to it. Of course, I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to give him that treat. All those other guys…they always just make me feel used. And really, I’m okay with that. I like it. But with Jake, I really felt like I could give him all of myself and it’d be so much better. Because I realized I love him. I’ve loved him all along. And now I wanted to show him that. Expertly, with my mouth.
 
“What am I allowed to do with you, Jake?” I asked.
 
“Anything, Kate,” he gasped. “Anything you want.”
 
“Anything?”
 
“Yes.”
 
I bit my lip and then kissed my way down his chest, admiring his muscles and working my way to his cock.
 
It seemed to drive him wild with anticipation.
 
Then I licked the head of his cock, while continuing to stroke it with my hand, looking up at him. His breathing grew more rapid. He was getting really excited.
 
I took his head into my mouth and continued to stroke his shaft with one hand, sucking him sensually and masterfully, the way I learned with so many boys before. They had really just been practise for this moment. Practise for Jake. It was always Jake I really wanted.
 
I sucked him sensually for a long while, listening to him breathe. Our eyes fixed on one another’s. His gaze looked full of awe and wonder. Like I was the best thing he’d ever seen. Like this was the best thing he’d ever felt. I smiled back with my eyes. I felt the same way about him.
 
Gradually, but surely, I felt his cock swell in my mouth to its full girth. I knew from experience what was about to happen next. And it exited me so much to finally be seeing it in Jake’s eyes.
 
“You’re going to make me come,” he whimpered.
 
“Good,” I said. “I want you to.”
 
I sucked some more.
 
“In your mouth?” he asked.
 
“Yes, Jake. I want to taste you.”
 
Then I sucked a bit more, and then I had a lapse in judgment and said one more thing before taking him back in.
 
“I love you, Jake.”
 
I surprised myself again at the boldness of it. But it was true. No one made me feel half as happy or half as safe as Jake did. And I didn’t want him to have to brave another morning woody again. Not when he could have me for that.
 
I sucked him while stroking him the way only a woman in love with her guy can. Not like a porn star. Like a lover.
 
“I love you too, Kate,” he whimpered.
 
Then I felt a torrent of hot cum shoot into my throat like a geyser, and I eagerly kept sucking, gulping down every last drop. And he tasted as wonderful as I’d hoped.
 
Finally, I let his cock go and rose back up to kiss him. We kissed for a short while, both of us calming ourselves. I kind of wanted to get him hard again so I could fuck him. But we had all day for that.
 
“This isn’t going to fuck things up between us, is it?” he asked.
 
“I don’t know,” I said. “Now that you’ve come and have a clear head—so to speak—do you still love me?”
 
“Of course, Kate. I’ve…I’ve always loved you.”
 
I was so happy I took his head—the one on his shoulders I mean—into my hands and kissed him soundly on the mouth, and we Frenched for awhile.
 
“Then I don’t think we’ve fucked things up,” I said. “I think we’ve just made them better than ever.”

Can two natural submissives be enough to satisfy one another? I mean if they really love each other? This is a question that’s been on my mind ever since my girlfriend’s twin sister played a very cruel trick on me. She tied me up, locked my cock in a cage, tortured my balls, and used me to satisfy her own sexual needs. And I loved it! But I thought it was my girlfriend Jessica, not her evil twin Wanda. Now I’m craving total dominance like that again, but Jess isn’t like that. Jess is just such a sweetheart all the time. Always so eager to please…
 
I awoke to find my hands tied to the headboard of the bed. And someone was quietly sucking my cock down below.
 
"Jess?" I said.
 
"Shh," she said.
 
"What are you doing?"
 
"What does it look like? I'm trying to wake up my boyfriend with a blowjob."
 
She giggled and kept sucking.
 
I, in turn, felt good all over, and began panting heavily.
 
"Why?" I panted.
 
"You want me to stop?" she said, stopping and grinning up at me.
 
"No…" I admitted.
 
She laughed and kept sucking.
 
"Mmm," I moaned. "I just…what did I do to deserve any of this?"
 
"Well," she said between sucks, "I awoke this morning…to a very horny man…grinding his cock into my backside…while we spooned. I thought you were trying to give me a hint. But when I turned you were actually still asleep, so…"
 
She took my cock all the way into her throat and then pulled it out slowly.
 
"Ungh…" I moaned.
 
It felt so good I wanted to burst.
 
"So I thought I'd wake you up my way."
 
"I really like this way," I said.
 
"I can tell," she said, then giggled.
 
Then she sucked some more.
 
"Mmm, baby, if you keep doing that I'm going to come."
 
"Mmm, I sure hope so," she said.
 
She edged me closer and closer. I was getting so close I thought I'd come explosively any minute.
 
"Why are you so good to me?" I asked.
 
"Because you make me happy, Darius," she said. "I just want to return the favor."
 
"But you make me happy too…oh…god…mmm…"
 
I came convulsively into her mouth and she eagerly gulped it down as she kept sucking me.
 
"Mmm, Jess," I moaned.
 
She just giggled and kept sucking me until the flow stopped pumping.
 
"Mmm," she purred, licking her lips. "I love it when you come in me."
 
"Really?" I said.
 
"Of course! You taste so good."
 
She bit her lip.
 
My experience had been with a number of women who ranged from barely tolerating the taste, to flat-out gagging. Who was this blonde angel before me?
 
"My turn," I said. "Let me eat your pussy."
 
"It's okay," she said. "You don't have to."
 
"I want to," I said, tugging at the tie that bound me to the headboard.
 
"Why?" she said.
 
"Because you make me happy. I want to return the favor."
 
"Hmm," she laughed. "I see what you did there. Fair enough. But…"
 
She reached up and pulled the tie free, releasing my hands.
 
"…I want you to tie me up this time."
 
"Oh," I said.
 
"Is that okay?" she asked sheepishly.
 
"I guess…I don't know. What if I hurt you?"
 
"Do you want to hurt me?"
 
"No."
 
"Then don't. I just want to…you know how you like being tied-up?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"Well…I like being tied-up too. Is that okay?"
 
Now I felt a little ashamed of myself. Who was I to dictate terms where only I'm allowed to be tied up?
 
"Yeah, of course that's okay," I said.
 
She turned her curvaceous form away from me and put her hands behind her smooth, slender back.
 
I took my tie and secured her hands together. As I did so, she looked over her shoulder at me, flushing the face and biting her lip.
 
I smiled at her.
 
"You like this too, huh?"
 
"Yeah," she said.
 
I kissed the back of her neck and she breathed in and out heavily, and then I reached around and down for her pussy.
 
It was so wet! She gasped as my fingers connected with it.
 
"You're so wet," I said.
 
"That's your fault," she said.
 
"Is it?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"Then I guess I'd better do something about it. Lie back on the bed.
 
She lay back on the bed and I got up and got between her legs. The scent of her pussy was sweet, and practically begged to be tasted.
 
I began to lick slowly and sensually, while gripping her hips firmly with my hands.
 
It felt strange, but empowering. I'd never tied up a girl before. I always thought men that wanted to do this kind of thing were…well…maybe a little dangerous. I don't know. Maybe I have a weird notion of men. Which is weird, since I am one. But I always thought men should surrender themselves to women, much like Wanda had suggested last night.
 
Oh god…Wanda! I realized. I really shouldn't be thinking about Wanda right now!
 
Somehow tying up Jess felt so right, because I was coming to realize something about her. She was a lot like me. Perhaps a little too much, I was beginning to worry. We're so similar, or at least, similarly submissive, that I'm wondering if this is going to become a problem.
 
But…also…it does feel right. because really, I think I understand her submissive nature, and what she needs…
 
I began licking at her pussy in longer, more exaggerated laps. I could tell by the way her breathing picked up pace that she was enjoying herself.
 
"Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?" I said.
 
I was a bit astonished that I'd said that. So unlike me. Yet it seemed to excite her.
 
"Yes, sir," she whimpered.
 
Sir? I'm a sir now?
 
It made me a bit uncomfortable. But I liked it. I liked it because she seemed to.
 
"You're going to make me come, sir!" she moaned.
 
Doing all this really made me feel like a man!
 
Down below I could feel my cock stirring again. What the heck was going on? Suddenly I was getting this urge to hold her down and fuck her hard with her tied-up like this.
 
But also, I had to calm myself. I didn't want to do anything to scare or hurt her.
 
I kept licking and let her finish coming.
 
She shrieked as she came. It seemed it was a really powerful orgasm this time.
 
I licked her like a sensual ice cream cone until she seemed satisfied.
 
"Good girl," I said, once she'd subsided.
 
She panted in and out, seeming totally out of breath.
 
Then I knelt above her, my knees still between her legs, and she looked down the bed my way.
 
"Will you please kiss me?" she begged.
 
In a heartbeat, I was on her, kissing her lips passionately
 
We kissed like we couldn't get enough of each other.
 
And then, I noticed my cock getting unbearably hard. So hard I couldn't help myself; I found myself grinding my cock against her.
 
Her face flushed red.
 
"Your cock is hard again!" she said.
 
She looked like she was perhaps overheating.
 
"Yeah," I said. Then I smiled. "Your fault."
 
She laughed. "Fair enough."
 
"Can I…is it okay if I fuck you now?"
 
She looked a little astonished at the question.
 
"What?" I said.
 
"Sir, please don't ask that."
 
"I'm sorry," I said. "I get it. You've had enough. That's okay."
 
I got off her.
 
"No," she said. "I mean…don't ask. I never said don't do it! Do it! I want you to! I need you to! I need you to take me right now!"
 
"Oh," I said, feeling reinvigorated.
 
"I don't ever want you to feel like you have to ask. Especially when you've got me tied up like this. I obviously already trust you. I'm game for whatever."
 
I French kissed her again, feeling more and more lust-filled. So lust-crazed I thought I might fuck her violently like an animal. I think I may have actually snarled while we kissed, because then she said.
 
"You can even hurt me if you like."
 
"I don't want to hurt you," I said.
 
"Not even just a little?"
 
She gave me this eager, servile look that somehow did make me want to hurt her. But in a loving way. Though mostly, I really just wanted to fuck her.
 
So that's what I did.
 
I slid my cock into her eager wet pussy, and thrust in and out several times. Her face flushed red and her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily.
 
I wrapped my arms around her, every muscle in my body tensing, my frame far bigger than hers, made all the more pronounced by this position.
 
I felt like I could do anything to her. Beat her. Break her if I wanted to. And there was nothing she could do about it. Was this how Wanda had felt about me? Was this a healthy thing for me to feel about Jessica? What if I really hurt her?
 
But strangely, dangerously, that part of my judgment was being suppressed. I held her down and fucked her bound, helpless, but…gyrating body.
 
I realized, helpless as she was, she was still desperate to fuck as badly as I was.
 
"Hit me," she said under her breath.
 
"What? What did you just say to me?" I growled.
 
"Do it. I want you to know I'm all yours. Yours to do anything you want with."
 
I'm not sure why I did it, but I slapped her across the face.
 
I slapped her hard!
 
Oh god! I thought. What have I done?
 
Her jaw dropped and her eyes kind of bugged out as she looked back at me.
 
The look she gave me was…almost begging for another. But I couldn't; it made me feel crazy!
 
"It's okay," she said. "I like it."
 
I put one hand over her throat. All the while we both kept gyrating together. It felt so right!
 
Is this what you want?" I said.
 
"Yes."
 
I squeezed and I could tell she was having trouble breathing.
 
Oh god, what am I doing? I said to myself. But something about this just made me want to keep going.
 
I fucked her harder. I wanted it to feel violent. In my mind, she was egging me on and there was a part of me that wanted to prove a point to her. I felt like I could just about rip her in half from here. Or beat her to a pulp. I wanted her to realize that.
 
But she didn't relent. Instead she seemed to get more and more lost in it.
 
"Ugh, fuck…" she moaned, and then I could feel her pussy convulse against my cock.
 
"You're coming again?" I said.
 
"Yes. Is that okay?" she said.
 
I grinned feeling a euphoria of my own. I loved the effect my body had on hers, and hers on mine.
 
I slapped her across the face again for some strange reason.
 
Then I held her head firm as my own orgasm overtook me.
 
"You're such a sweet, sexy little thing," I said, pumping her full of my cum. "It drives me crazy!"
 
"You drive me crazy too," she said. "in a good way."
 
We both came hard, our bodies crashing violently together. All the while, we locked eyes. We each knew our role this time around. I was in total control, and I was pumping my seed into her. I could hurt her as much as I liked, and she, in turn, wanted all of it—whether wrath or tenderness. What I had to give, she would helplessly and completely accept.
 
Then, finally, we calmed, and then stopped.
 
I rolled off her and caressed her face, which was a little red now.
 
"Ah," she said, seeming to wince.
 
Then the full horror of the situation just hit me!
 
What have I done? I asked myself. This is exactly the kind of thing I was afraid of…this is why Wanda was right. I needed to be tied up. Always.
 
"Oh god, Jess, did I hurt you?"
 
"Yeah," she said.
 
"Shit, god…I…I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over—"
 
Wait, why is she smiling and biting her lip like that?
 
"Shut-up," she said. "That was so hot! We can do that again anytime you want."
 
"Really?" I said. "I wasn't too rough?"
 
"I like it rough sometimes."
 
"You do?"
 
"Uh-huh. I like it when you're sweet, too. But today, I think I needed it a bit rough."
 
I nodded.
 
"You could probably untie me now though."
 
"Right," I said.
 
I turned her over and freed her hands.
 
Then I held her a little longer as she nestled into my shoulder.
 
"I just want to stay in bed all day," she said.
 
"Me too," I said.
 
"I don't suppose we can."
 
"I don't know," I said.
 
She sighed. "I still need to talk to my sister."
 
"Oh yeah," I said.
 
It was a feint though. I hadn't forgotten. I'd been dreading that too. Her twin sister Wanda had pulled a very nasty trick on me yesterday. A nasty trick that's left me permanently changed. When she locked my cock in that cage and used me, and tortured my testicles…there was something about the whole experience that left me wanting more. I thought it was Jess at the time, but that's just an excuse. I mean, it's true that I love Jess, and that I want to share everything with her. But I can't un-know the fact that it was Wanda that really helped awaken my submissive side. So the question remained. What were we to do about Wanda? What was I to do about Wanda?

I wait in the darkness for my Mistress. How long has it been since last she summoned me?
 
Too long.
 
We have a simple arrangement. She calls me, and I come running. This is the only way I am ever permitted so much as an erection, let alone an orgasm.
 
She has the key to my chastity device, you see.
 
I have a different key. I let myself into the old castle and descend the spiral staircase into the darkness of the undercroft. I disrobe, down to nothing but my collar and the chastity cage she has me wear. Then I lock my hands behind me with the cold, steel handcuffs.
 
Then I kneel and wait.
 
Every moment leading up to this is agony. Every moment of my life spent aching for release—a release that only comes at the beck and call of my dark Mistress.
 
I cannot remember why I ever agreed to this.
 
Until I see my Mistress, descending the dark spiraling staircase.
 
Then I remember.
 
Sometimes she is in a black leather bustier or corset. Sometimes a skimpy black bikini. Sometimes she wears nothing but black gloves and thigh-high boots. Sometimes she wears nothing at all.
 
Whatever she wears—or doesn’t wear—it has the same effect. I fill with desire, and my manhood rages against the cage she’s put it in.
 
I see her slender form descend to me in the gloom, down the spiralling staircase, illuminated by only the candelabra she carries. She looks like an angel descending to me in my hell. Or perhaps like a demoness, come to torment me.
 
Tonight she wears a long flowing black dress, down to her toes that nonetheless shows off her bare, curvaceous, slender midriff. How I ache to kiss that soft, white belly, which so desperately needs life growing in it. Perhaps one day Mistress will see me as fit to breed with her. Perhaps she never will.
 
My cock rages against its cage. The rest of me rages too as I pull against the shackles that bind my hands. How I long simply to be free of these metal restraints and take her!
 
She strides toward me and stops to look down at me as I kneel, naked, on my knees.
 
She circles around me, examining my restraint in the gloom. She surveys my naked form. I can see in the way her eyes dance in the gloom that I please her.
 
I am strong. I could take her, were I not so chained. I want to. But I can see in her eyes she is too wise to ever let me. She decides how I will be bound. She decides if the cage comes off today. I hope it does.
 
“You may stand, slave,” she says, in her sweet sultry voice.
 
I do as commanded, and she tests my handcuffs.
 
Only when she is certain my hands are locked away does she produce the key from around her neck to unlock my aching manhood.
 
She kneels, and with a look of cruel delight on her face, she grips my exposed testes.
 
My whole body tenses in anticipation.
 
She smiles wickedly.
 
She knows it is my most delicate part. She knows how to cause me tremendous pain. With no effort.
 
“Should I let you out tonight, love?”
 
“Yes,” I say.
 
She squeezes.
 
Even though it not a hard squeeze, my whole body tenses and I feel sick. It is like a vice slowly crushing me.
 
“Ungh,” I gasp.
 
“Yes, what?”
 
“Yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress!”
 
She lets go and I can breathe again, though my groin still aches dully.
 
“Very well, slave. It had been a long time, hasn’t it?”
 
“Yes, Mistress.”
 
With agonizing slowness, she removes the cage.
 
My cock hardens in seconds, almost pushing into her face.
 
She looks up at me with a look that tells me all at once she has all the power.
 
All the power to please me.
 
Or to deny me.
 
Or to hurt me.
 
She smiles up at me, biting her lip.
 
Her hands reach again for my delicate testicles.
 
Her smile is wicked. She is going to hurt me, I know it.
 
I want her to. It hurts so much, but I like it. It excites me.
 
It excites her too. That’s the best part.
 
My pain pleases her so I take it willingly.
 
She squeezes and I writhe in pain.
 
“Shh,” she says. “Don't make a sound. If you do…”
 
She squeezes harder.
 
I gasp. The pain is staggering, but I push it out through my breath and I don’t make a sound.
 
She smiles and bites her lip.
 
“Good boy,” she says. “If you’re good and you don’t make a sound…”
 
She takes my cock into her mouth, and finally, for a few brief moments, I am in heaven.
 
This is wondrous, I think. This never happens. Mistress only ever sucks my cock when she is truly happy with me. Or when she has something else planned, something delightfully cruel…
 
She sucks me sensually, while gazing lovingly into my eyes. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve the affection of such a beautiful creature.
 
The more sensually she sucks my cock, the harder she squeezes my balls. I ache all over, and every muscle in my body tenses, but it is still the best I have felt in a long time. Perhaps ever.
 
“Don’t come,” she warns. “You know what will happen if you do.”
 
I am already close, but I dare not speak lest I unleash her wrath. My hope is my rapid nostril breaths will give me away. Another few seconds and I will be unable to prevent ejaculating into her irresistible, luscious mouth.
 
“Are you close, my love?” she asks between sucks.
 
I breathe heavily, thrashing against my handcuffs.
 
“You may speak.”
 
“Yes, so close, mistress.”
 
“Should I stop?”
 
“Yes!”
 
I don’t want her to stop, but I will come if she doesn’t.
 
She keeps going. It is heaven. She stops squeezing and uses both hands to stroke my shaft.
 
“Please, Mistress! You’re going to make me come!”
 
She giggles and stops.
 
I catch my breath, amazed that I didn’t ejaculate onto her beautiful face. Amazed, and thanking the gods.
 
She stands and caresses my face.
 
“How will you entertain me then, love?”
 
“With my mouth,” I say.
 
She smiles and bites her lip. This pleases her.
 
“Get on your knees slave,” she whispers.
 
I do as I'm told.
 
She lifts her skirt, and lets me underneath.
 
I have to lean back, using my shackled hands as support.
 
The smell of her pussy is so potent. So sweet. I taste it first with my tongue. She is dripping wet and that excites me.
 
I lick at the nub of her clit and she gasps in delight. I make circles with my tongue all through the night. She pulls my hair as she rides my face, and I can feel the muscles around her pussy tense as she has a powerful orgasm.
 
She looks down at me, satisfied.
 
“Good boy,” she says. “Such a good boy.”
 
I smile up at her, panting.
 
“Would you like to come tonight?” she asks.
 
“Yes, Mistress, please may I come tonight?”
 
“Well, since you’ve been such a god boy. Lie back on the floor.”
 
I lie on the floor of the dungeon. She lifts the skirt and straddles me, descending onto my cock. The cock that yearns and aches for my Mistress’s warm, welcoming pussy.
 
“Mistress,” I gasp, “you should put a condom on me now. I’m so close. I won’t be able to stop”
 
“Shh,” she hushes. “It’s okay. I want you to,” she says, tracing her fingers along the contours of my chest and stomach muscles. “I love every inch of this hard handsome body I own. I think it’s time to start making babies with it. If you have a problem with that, just don’t come.”
 
She reaches behind and grasps my helpless testes, not too roughly, just enough to show she’s in complete control.
 
It excites me. She can tell and she laughs.
 
It is all too much for me.
 
“I love every inch of your body too, Mistress!” I shout.
 
To my humiliation, I surrender to the intense, overwhelming feeling of lust. I come immediately, and my whole body spasms. I thrash against the chains that lock my hands beneath me. She has taken my semen from me in seconds and there is nothing I could have done to stop her.
 
She looks ecstatic as I spurt deeply into her, again and again. She moans, and it is apparent that she may be having an orgasm of her own too. Yes—she is. I can feel her Kegel muscles spasming against my cock, making my own orgasm all the more intense. She rides and grinds until she is satisfied, and the last drop of me is spent.
 
“Good boy,” she says.
 
She climbs off of me.
 
She picks up the cage and moves to put it back on.
 
“Wait,” I say. “If you really feel this way, can’t we just…”
 
She deftly grabs my testes and begins to squeeze.
 
“Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way tonight, love?”
 
“The easy way! The easy way, Mistress!”
 
She locks me back up.
 
“But why, Mistress?” I ask.
 
“Because these,” she says, lightly squeezing my testes, “are mine and mine alone.”
 
“Yes mistress.” I say, resigned.
 
But she smiles at me. She knows from one look in my eyes that I like being hers. Only hers. And if this is the only way I get to be hers, so be it. I live to please her.
 
When my cock is securely locked away, she tosses the key to the handcuffs at my pants heaped on the floor.
 
“You can let yourself out, can’t you, love?”
 
“Yes, Mistress.”
 
I don’t unlock myself just yet. Instead I savor the view of her ascending the spiraling staircase in the revealing black dress. Such a gorgeous sight to watch her come—or to watch her go…
 
Then I unlock my hands, get dressed and go. Already, my cock is straining against the cage. Already I am wondering when she will invite me back.
 
I want it to be now!
 
I hope it will be soon.