I promised to describe my first experience using a strap-on dildo on my husband Anthony (actually, he was my boyfriend at the time). In my first two stories I related how I discovered my husband's penchant for being dominated sexually and how I, a natural submissive, learned to love switching roles from time to time.
I was falling in love with Anthony, but I felt that there might be a conflict because he really was primarily submissive and so was I. On the other hand, after teasing and dominating him in just the right ways, I could bring out an animal hidden inside him and he would truly fuck my brains out, which I desperately need pretty often. He has an amazing, beautiful, thick cock that hits me just where I need and when he is worked up, he pounds my pussy just enough to hurt in such a good way that we ultimately had to buy a waterproof mattress pad. But beyond that, I need orgasms several times a day. Since I've been single, I bring myself to orgasm at least once, often twice before work, always at least once, usually twice, before I can go to sleep.
With that in mind, I learned long ago that if I were going to be monogamous, no man was going to be able to fuck me to the number of orgasms that I need. At times in my life, I've had multiple lovers and that helped, but the complexities of juggling more than one relationship are really difficult and, like everyone, I was searching for a soul-mate as well as sex. I'll never be a swinger (though, as you'll find out, I'm not above teasing Anthony into giving me what I need by telling him that if he won't satisfy me, I might take a lover). No, for me really good sex requires totally safety and that means that I need to know I won't end up having sex with someone and end up finding out my picture or some video ends up on youporn or xtube posted by some ex-lover. The bottom line is that I want it all. I want someone who can satisfy my sexual demands but I also wanted to find my soul-mate.
That's where Anthony came in. I ran into Anthony at work several times. We then worked in the same building. I often come off as distant at first but Anthony was always friendly. Eventually he asked me out he took things slow at first which was killing me because I prefer a man over pleasing myself. There was definitely sexual chemistry between us and during every date and for hours after my pussy would ache. I would get so wet on our dates that I was afraid people could see a wet spot if I wore pants.
When Anthony and I first made love, he absolutely rocked my world. His cock was thicker and longer than I was used to at first and the first time we made love his cock would touch my cervix which actually hurt a little bit but it hurt so good and I quickly learned to love to goad him into fucking me as hard as he possibly could and I came like a freight train, cum gushing out of me like I'd never experienced, soaking us both.
Nothing about Anthony said, "submissive man, looking for dominatrix." As a submissive myself, Anthony fit the bill perfectly. He's a foot taller than me, he weighs twice as much as me, he's muscular and strong and he has the perfect cock. When he wraps those huge arms around me he can hold me immobile, grab the back of my head and kiss me so deeply and passionately that I can almost cum from that alone.
At the same time, Anthony clearly loved to perform oral sex on me. I'd never experienced a man who so loved the art of cunnilingus and it made me feel sexy and desired. My first husband would give me cursory oral sex and made me feel that he was doing me a favor. Anthony acts like performing oral sex on me is my greatest gift to him. He treats alternately like he tasting the finest of wines then changes into a man who acts like he's dying of thirst and the only liquid within miles is the cum he his sucking from my pussy. In short, Anthony could give me what no other one man had ever given me. He could pound into me with that amazing cock and give me 10 more orgasms with his velvet tongue and miraculous lips.
When I found Anthony's porn stash, I admit I was turned on and the sex we had that day was particularly amazing. I'd stumbled upon something amazing and a little bit scary. I had no experience with and no prior desire to dominate a man. I didn't want some wimpy guy. I wanted a big, strong guy to pick me up, throw me on the bed and fuck my brains out until I couldn't move, or didn't want to. However, as I described in my prior stories, there was something that intrigued me and it wasn't just that I was falling in love with Anthony. So, when we parted after the amazing sex the night I found his stash and he came clean about that part of himself, I did some research in an effort to learn more about the whole "dominatrix" thing.
The next day at work was a waste for me. I spent the whole day researching the web for everything I could find out about female domination and the men who need it. First, big surprise, I found out how common it is, along with how surprisingly common the smoking fetish is. Then, armed with what I had found, I figured I'd use what we woman always use, manipulation and sex, to get Anthony to reveal everything to me. And I do mean everything. I wanted to know just how deep his desire to be dominated went. I wanted him to reveal to me every aspect of his fantasies, however dark and twisted he thought they were. I was willing to be as dominant as he needed but at the same time I needed to know that he wouldn't one day lose interest in giving me what I needed, a savage fuck on a regular basis.
I knew Anthony would be afraid to open up if I just came out and asked him about his desires. I knew generally where his kinks were and I knew from the prior weekend that the only way I could be sure he'd be honest with me is if I first drove him wild with lust by nipping at the edges of what I'd already seen until he needed me desperately. Once I had him crazy with lust, I'd drive him a little further then push him until I found his limits, and mine.
All of my plans would work best if he at least thought that I had experience in this area. I knew that if I were stocked up with the accoutrements of the game, he'd be comfortable that I wasn't judging him. He'd think that I found his kinks perfectly acceptable and maybe even desirable. Then he'd open up, both literally and figuratively.
So, armed with my research and driven by my genuine feelings for Anthony and the knowledge that no other man had ever come close to satisfying my own sexual cravings, I did some online shopping. I had noticed with a mixture of arousal and surprise that some of the strap-on in the videos at Anthony's house were huge. On the other hand, I'd had limited and not all that pleasant experience with anal sex myself. I didn't see how anyone could take dildos of the size I saw in Anthony's videos anally, but he clearly wanted to experience the whole thing so, since money was not an object for me, I went a little crazy in my shopping.
While I intended to satisfy Anthony, I had every intention of extracting as much pleasure as I could for myself in the process. With that in mind, I discovered two double ended dildos, the Nexus and the Feeldoe. The problem seemed to be that they were all quite a bit smaller than what I'd seen in Anthony's videos. After some more searching, I found a larger version of the feeldoe and I bought it along with two larger strap-ons, the largest of which approximated the size of those in the videos I'd seen but I remained skeptical that Anthony could take it. It was 10 inches long and 2-1/2 inches in diameter. I also bought a nylon harness and what looked like a rather large butt plug along with an inflatable but plug, two kinds of lubricant and an odd syringe thing for inserting the lubricant. Anthony was going to think I'd been doing this my whole lift and that's just what I wanted him to think.
The stuff arrived a week later. Anthony and I went on two dates while I waited for delivery. The sex was, as always with Anthony, amazing but I did take a more dominant role. What I was after was to find out if Anthony could be both submissive and still want to fuck me regularly the way I liked and to find out if I could actually enjoy the role of dominant at least half the time.
Keep in mind that Anthony had never seen me smoke a cigarette prior to the weekend before and I knew that it made him very hot. I also knew that he loved it when I was very dominant with him, especially when I forced him to perform oral sex on me. The rougher I was with him, the more he seemed to like it. It wasn't my native style but it did result in countless powerful orgasms for me and no part of me was opposed to that. On top of all of that, it made me very hot that Anthony wanted to please me so much. I was beginning a process that led me to see that I do have a dominant side at least sexually. I do love to take charge of my own sexual needs and I discovered that I liked having my body worshipped by the man I love. Now I was really becoming aroused by the idea of bending him over and fucking him senseless until he couldn't walk just like he did to me. On the second of the two dates, I was what I considered to be very dominant with him. I called him my pussy slave repeatedly, forced him to admit that he loved licking my pussy, swallowing my cum and licking my cum off my ass after I came. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, he would become wild with lust and savagely fuck me. I mean fuck me hard. So there I was, getting 3 or 4 orgasms from his lips and tongue, then getting completely fucked, then getting 3 or 4 more orgasms again from his lips and tongue as I drifted off to sleep. I was beginning to feel like I was in heaven.
When the toys arrived, I called Anthony that "I wanted to come clean about something." I asked him to come to my house after dinner so we could talk. When he arrived I fixed him a drink and we sat down together. I wore clothes that could pass for work clothes but were way too sexy for work clothes. I tried to look somewhat in command though I was soaking wet from the time I hung up the phone.
"Anthony, there is something I think we need to talk about." He looked nervous but he simply responded:
