Her fat udders swung from side to side like pendulums as she crawled across the floor wearing nothing but a black studded leather collar, engraved with the word Slut on the back, and matching leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Her pretty hazel/green eyes gazed up at me with a bright sparkle but behind that they looked vacant as if her mind had gone off to a far away place.
I returned her stare with sharp penetrating eyes and a firm upper lip. Outwardly I appeared calm and in control but inside my heart was racing and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I'd first met her nearly a decade earlier at a bar in Boston. We'd both been married then but we developed an instant connection and what followed was a torrid yearlong affair. We both felt like fate had brought us together and it seemed to both of us that we'd known each other long before the day we met. Sexually we were cut from the same cloth. We were both freaks with an affinity for BDSM and a desire to try most anything and to push our limits. We both identified as switch but we both actually preferred the submissive role so we took turns taking on the dominant one.
"What do you want Princess Slut?" I teased in a calm even tone. I felt my heart pounding fiercely in my chest and my cock began to swell as I watched her kneel at my feet. Her bottom lip quivered slightly and she sucked half of it into her mouth, chewing on it nervously. The fresh sweet scent of her body wafted up and over me making it hard to concentrate but I looked down at her with a facade of indifference and distain. The truth was that I loved her and I always had, even during the years when we were apart, and I had always dreamed that we'd find our way back to the mix of comfort, discomfort, passion and contentment we had shared from the start.
"Your cock Sir," she replied in a small trembling voice. I could tell that her entire being was engrossed in her submission. She was in it deep and I liked seeing it. It hadn't been easy to dominate, punish and humiliate her at first. It didn't come naturally and it wasn't until I had an epiphany one night during a session that I was able to fully appreciate how much she enjoyed and craved those things.
"Do you deserve my cock?" I asked as I slid my hands down my broad muscular chest and across my flat stomach. I was 45 but I'd worked hard to get myself into shape and it had finally all come together in the months before we reconnected. Years of push ups, pull ups, dips, burpies and skating had kept me in shape but it wasn't until I changed my diet that I found the hard body that had been hiding since my late thirties.
"That is your decision Sir," she stated in a pleading tone. Her mouth parted and she lowered her sexy round ass to the hardwood floor and perched like a begging dog at my feet. She'd always had a magnificent curvy body with big natural tits, a trim waist and full hips but in our time apart she had lost some weight and toned her shapely body into a perfect sexual instrument. I was unsure which way I preferred her delicious body but it didn't matter because to me she was beauty personified and I craved everything about her, mind body and soul.
Her tongue hovered at her lips as if she was trying to taste my scent on its rough surface. Her nostrils flared and she inhaled sharply drawing it into her lungs. Her pretty eyes fluttered betraying her every thought to my knowing gaze.
"I should make you beg," I teased and I flashed a rare and fleeting smile at the disappointed look on her beautiful face. Her sadness was easily seen on her quivering lips and it simultaneously excited me and forced me to take pity on my beautiful girl Slut.
I laced my fingers into her long dark hair and pulled her face roughly towards my hard eager cock. As difficult as it had been to truly dominate her before my epiphany I had always enjoyed getting a little rough with her. We had dabbled with choking, slapping and talked about knife and violet wand play before we'd broken up years earlier but since I had become comfortable dominating her I had grown to love the dynamic between me as a Dom and the woman that I loved more than words could possibly express as my devoted and willing sub.
Her lips opened wide and my cock slipped into her hungry mouth. A soft whimper spilled from her supple lips and again my heart filled with a mix of love and desire. I quickly hid my emotions and gripped her head tighter.
My muscular forearms flexed as I pulled her lips down my big, pulsating cock. I felt her throat open to accept my dick inside it and her painted pink lips closed around the base of my manhood. My pulse quickened and I held her there for several long seconds before releasing her for a moment.
She choked and gagged as tears streamed down her cheeks taking her mascara with it and making her nose run freely. She gasped and inhaled deep, filling her lungs with much needed oxygen before I pulled her mouth back down to the root of my needy cock. Her hands were obediently clasped behind her back and her gorgeous eyes looked up at me with unfaltering adoration as my hips began to jog slowly fore and aft.
Her chokes and gags, mixed with moans and mews, filled the room and my balls slapped rhythmically against her chin. I felt my body respond to her mouth and I slowed my pace. I was in no hurry to cum and besides I knew how much she craved my cum so denying her that pleasure was part of the experience.
A generous quantity of saliva and snot had spilled from her nose and lips coating my cock and balls with clear viscous fluid. The rich fragrant scent of her arousal hung in the air and I pulled her roughly to her feet. Her makeup was a mess and her eyes were watery and bloodshot but still she looked radiant and beautiful. I had fallen in love with her within weeks of meeting her and every time I saw her I fell deeper.
I wiped the mascara away from her cheeks and kissed her forehead letting her know that she was mine and I loved her for it. I saw a tear well up in her right eye and more followed. She sniffled and started to sob and I wrapped my strong arms around her, letting her bask in the security of my loving presence.
Her chest heaved and a flood of emotions rose to the surface. Her tears soaked my chest and my erection deflated but we both knew that there would be plenty of time to play when her tearful release was over.
"I'm sorry Sir," she said in a soft whisper. Her tiny voice shook with tremolo and she looked into my eyes with a warm sincerity that I could feel to my core.
