I think it began with a very old movie. My wife Katie and I had been watching Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall in 'To Have and To Hold' and we both loved that scene when she, the gorgeous siren, raises the sexual temperature with those famous words, 'You know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and blow'. The vamp has Bogart completely in her grip. Even the toughest guy is powerless to resist. After the film, Katie and I got talking about the power women can hold over men. It made us both horny and we headed straight for the bedroom where we had hours of amazing sex.
The next evening, that image of the temptress and her power still dominated my mind. I couldn't get the image of a sultry goddess out of my mind. It turned out that Katie thought the same.
Up to that point, our marriage and sex life had been pretty conventional. Katie, a slight 5' 5" preferred missionary position. She was good at oral and very occasionally would sit on my face. But the old movie had stirred something in us both.
'Are you still thinking of Bacall'? I asked. She nodded and told me that the image of the strong woman was very appealing, even though she had never expressed such a view.
'Why don't you become the strong woman and make me whistle?' We both laughed nervously at this thought. Katie as Lauren Bacall seemed far fetched. But she was clearly excited at the thought.
'Why don't you dress in something that makes you feel powerful? Over men. Over me?' I was very nervous to say this to her but she immediately took the suggestion. 'OK wait here in the bedroom while I change in the bathroom. I will tell you when I'm ready.'
There was an agonising wait. What would she choose? Eventually she called me into to see her. The transformation was amazing. Her slim legs were encased in sheer black stockings, held up by frilly suspenders. She wore a tight thong (which I had never seen before) and a pair of high heels. She wore a black bra and a dark brown choker. She greeted me with her legs apart, hands on hips, looking for all the world like a dominant woman.
'You look amazing', I stuttered. We kissed and my hands felt the silky smoothness of her stockings. I caressed her arse and played with her breasts. Or tried to. She slapped me down. Nothing to forceful but it came as a surprise.
'Naughty naughty. You don't get to touch those until I am ready. Is that understood darling?' There was both softness and a harsh tone in her voice. Something I hadn't heard before.
I felt a little ashamed but what I said next came as a complete surprise to both of us.
'Katie, I don't know how to say this...but I want you to hurt me.'
She took this request in her stride. 'Strip down to your underpants'. This command was obeyed in haste. She kissed me again and reached down to lower the tight elastic of my shorts to reveal my cock and balls.
