This story is a little lightweight for the BDSM category - the action is light, friendly and completely consensual. However, it's all about a D/s relationship so BDSM is where it belongs. Enjoy!
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"Don't you dare come! Don't you dare, not until I say so!"
Bernie rode her husband's body furiously, thrusting her hips down, forcing his prick inside her. "I want to feel you, every inch of you, all the way in, good and hard, right until I'm ready. Shoot your load too early and I'll shoot you, understood?"
Andy merely nodded. The fact that his mouth was full of her used silk panties prevented much else. Mind you, holding back was not going to be easy. He'd forgotten that sex could be this good. He'd forgotten all about this particular game they used to play; for far, far too long their sex life had been plain, vanilla and, worse than that, almost non-existent.
It would be the understatement of the year to say that he was astounded when, out of the blue, just as he was settling down to Match of the Day, Bernie had walked into the lounge. She'd stood by the door, struck a pose and let her long satin gown fall open to reveal the tightly laced black leather basque she wore underneath. Dangling from her hand was the riding crop they had bought along with the basque.
It all dated back to so many years ago. A little role play game they had developed back when they had first started dating, nothing too heavy, nothing too kinky; the crop was more for show than anything else. Like so many things it had faded into disuse, another thing they never got around to, another memory stuffed in the back of an overflowing cupboard.
That didn't mean it was forgotten; as soon as he had seen her he was straight into role. His prick had leapt to attention, to hell with the footie, the telly was switched off and, at her command, he got down on his knees and kissed the toes of her stiletto heeled boots.
She had ordered him to strip naked and crawl to the bedroom where he found she had already fastened silk scarves to the corners of the bed. She had laid him out, spread-eagled, and, starting with his wrists, tied off the scarves, knotting them tight, not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to show she meant business. This done she had taken off her panties, sodden from her excitement, scrunched them up and pushed them into his mouth as a gag.
For a while she had merely teased him, walking around the bed, alternately poking and stroking him with the riding crop, all the while mocking his vulnerability, mocking his rock-hard prick and mocking his inability to do anything about it.
At last, still holding the crop, she had climbed up onto the bed and knelt across him, straddling his groin. Reaching down she had taken his prick in her hands, lowered her self upon him, and, in one smooth movement, guided it into her warm, wet slit.
At first she had hardly moved, just knelt upright, her full weight pressing down on him, forcing him deep, deep inside her. She held the crop between her hands, flexing it menacingly as she looked him straight in the eye with pure contempt and told him how useless he was.
He knew that these insults, and the implied threat of the riding crop, were all just part of the game, that, in truth, she loved him dearly, would never really hurt him and didn't mean a word of what she said. However, part of him wasn't just playing along, part of him really was the submissive slave, and, for that part, her words cut deeply and, curiously, thrilled him to the core. Not coming was the hardest thing to do.
Then she leant forward and, pinning him to the bed with the crop held across his shoulders, started to rock her hips back and forth, back and forth.
"If you come, if you're so pathetically short on self-control that you come before I tell you to, then I'll whip you so hard you won't sit down for a week. Do you understand, worm?" she all but snarled into his face. There was no disguising the intensity of her words, or her actions, as she ground herself into him, forcing him deeper, deeper inside. "This is about my pleasure and my pleasure alone. If you do anything to ruin it, anything at all then I swear you'll live to regret it. Do you understand?"
Again, Andy just nodded.
For, in truth, he loved this game, he loved the lack of control and, ironically, he loved fighting his need to come, fighting to hold back, to restrain himself. He loved this sense of being used, of putting Bernie's pleasure before his own, knowing that, in the end, his own would be all the better for it.
It wasn't long before he could sense that Bernie was approaching her orgasm. There was an ever-increasing urgency in the way she was moving; each thrust of her hips was harder, firmer. Andy was being ridden and ridden hard. His sole task to hold back, to hold on, to stay the course. Bernie's breathing became shallow, her words fragmented, her actions more urgent, faster, harder, harder...
"Now! Now! Come for me worm! Come! Come! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!!"
And that that was more than enough to tip Andy over the edge. As Bernie thrust her hips down onto him so he responded by thrusting back and thrilling to the blissful release of pumping his sperm deep, deep inside her. For maybe half a dozen strokes they rode the storm together before Bernie collapsed forward onto him, gasping for breath.
For a while they just lay there. Andy still couldn't move but he didn't want to. He loved feeling the weight of Bernie's body lying on top of him, the feeling of completeness of having been ridden and ridden well. He'd forgotten, so, so forgotten, just how good their lovemaking could be. Bernie was the best, the best of the best and he loved her more than anything.
"I do hope that was as good for you as it was for me," Bernie whispered in his ear.
"Better, better than anything," Andy replied once he had spat her panties out of his mouth. "Can I ask... it's been ages... what made you...?"
"What made me dig out the leather basque? I just thought it was about time I wore it again and, judging by your reaction, I was right. Hun, about that..." Bernie snuggled a little closer, "I'm sure you'll agree it's been far, far too long since we made love like this. When was the last time we had a real session, anything more than a quick grope in the dark? Blowed if I can remember. I'm not saying it's anyone's fault or anything but I've missed the intimacy and I'm sure you have as well."
"God, yes, it's been ages, simply ages."
"And we mustn't let it be ages until the next time. The thing is, I have a plan."
"Is it a cunning and devious plan?"
"Very cunning and ever so devious."
"And do I get to find out what it is?"
"Not yet. That's what makes it cunning and devious."
"Aww!"
"Don't be such a baby, you'll spoil the fun. Do you trust me?" Bernie kissed Andy gently on the tip of his nose.
"Of course I do."
"Completely and utterly?"
"Completely and utterly."
"OK, here's the deal. On the plus side, I can promise you lots of sex. Lots and lots of sex. Lots of fun sex, lots of cuddly sex, lots of kinky sex. I'd forgotten how good it felt to wear this corset and you can be sure I'm going to be wearing it again. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Oh, yes please! But, if that's the plus side, then what's the down side?"
"It's not exactly a down side but it is very much part of the deal. You know how, when we're playing, 'worm' isn't allowed to come without Ma'am's specific permission. I want that to spill over into real life. From now on you're not allowed to come unless I tell you to."
"What!"
