This story is fiction but inspired by real characters and events.
"Good girl" I cooed into her ear. Catherine was bent over my knee, her perfectly shaped ass up in the air, reddening from the spanking I had just administered. She had taken the most crucial step in tonight's game, willingly accepting her role as my sub, my sexual plaything to do with as I wished. My Bitch.
Now game could really begin.
We had both had experiences with dom/sub situations in previous relationships, but it had never ended well. Either the situations became unsafe, unbalanced or the roles in the bedroom began taking over the relationship outside of the bedroom. None of this was healthy for a long term relationship, which is what we intended to have. We knew that a healthy and happy sex life would be the key to our relationship together since we are both extremely sexual people who had never been able to fully express ourselves until we met each other. So we created a set of rules and standards to avoid the mistakes of the past and allow our new union to flourish inside and outside of the bedroom.
First, our sexual roles are not fixed. Yesterday, Catherine was dominant, today I am in charge, tomorrow perhaps neither of us will be dominant and we'll just fuck like normal, non-freaky, vanilla civilians. This allows for more creativity and expression without limitation. It also helps to limit sexual roles creeping into everyday life and relationship behavior.
We created a sex room in our space for serious kinky play. When the door opens, the game starts and we can immerse ourselves into whatever our imaginations can conjure up. When we leave the room and the door closes, the game and the roles stay in the sex room. It's a containment barrier for the extreme sexual behavior that we both want and need to express, but doesn't need to spill out into our day to day public lives.
The most important part isn't something that comes from written rules or a handshake agreement. It comes from experience and maturity, and a genuine love and respect for each other. This is the hardest thing to find and maintain and for us it's the key that unlocks the door to everything else. It is the trust you have in your partner, the trust that they truly respect you and your boundaries, whether that means knowing and stopping when things become too intense, or continuing with something outside of your comfort zone because it's exactly what your partner wants.
Honest, open communication is key to knowing what they want and don't want, and for establishing the basic rules that never get broken. Those rules for us are safe words that can slow or immediately stop something with no questions asked, the Not Ever list (never anything with permanent marks/scars, blood, animals, children, scat, etc.) and that we are totally monogamous.
She was still bent over my knee, held down by the firm grip I had on her leash. I reached into my pocket and withdrew the curious shiny object that had earned her a spanking and held it for her to see. It was a short stainless steel bar with a small egg shaped ball on one end and a cap on the other end, like the head of a nail. On the top of the cap was a blue gem-like decoration that reflected the soft light in the room. "Do you know what this is?" I asked.
"I think so Daddy, I think it's a butt plug. But I don't really get what it's supposed to do, Daddy."
"That's exactly what it is and It's supposed to do 2 things. First, it's meant to relax and loosen up your ass for later. Secondly, its meant to give me great pleasure when I put it into you and by making you look like a rude, slutty bitch."
I put it down where she could see it and took a small container of lube from the same pocket that held the plug. The spanking had gotten me rock hard with excitement, and now I was even harder if that was even possible. My pants were about to rip. I squeezed a dollop of the cool lube into the top crack of her ass and watched as it slowly trickled onto her rosebud. Once a sufficient amount had made its way down, I lightly worked it around her pretty pink asshole with my finger and gently pushed my finger in, a little bit at a time until I could work it in and out up to the first knuckle. I watched her face to gauge her reaction as I probed further until my finger was smoothly gliding in and out to my second knuckle. She seemed unsure of how this felt, and that was good. No signs of pain or true discomfort.
Catherine had past experience with anal sex, I knew. With an ass as shapely and fine as hers, I'm sure plenty of horny dudes had tried to shove their cocks up there as soon as they got her panties down, and from what she'd told me, a few had succeeded. But these experiences had been mostly along the lines of a prison style ass fucking: hard, fast and painful with little regard for her pleasure and well being. And somehow, she had found pleasure in it anyway, which spoke to the kind of freak she really is. My kind of freak. But my intentions here were to take it to another level. Pain, submission and even humiliation are an important part of the anal sex experience, but they should be a small component compared to the incredible pleasure that can be had. My intention was to build up to the point of being able to make her cum repeatedly from fucking her ass long and hard, with no lasting pain or damage. She was trusting me to take care of her and that I would do. I was going to fuck that ass for many years to come.
I lubed the oval end of the plug and gently pressed the tip into her rosebud. The cold metal made her flinch a tiny bit and she made a low humming sound. I slowly worked it in and out with a slight rotational motion until the fat part of the plug was opening her hole up. After 15 minutes of careful work, the plug could pass through easily and her tight sphincter would close up behind it onto the narrow part of the plug shaft. After working it back and forth this way for a few minutes, I gave it one final deep push to bury it up to the hilt and left it inside her. With the final accessory in place, it was time get into the next part of our game.
"Stand up and show me you outfit again"
I released my grip on the leash and she stood up. She stepped and made a slow circle so I could see everything. She was a stunning sight, dressed up like a hot slutty bitch, just for me. Just the way I liked her. As she turned to face away from me, she bent over slightly, moved her dress and thong aside to show me her sparkling butt plug. She gave a little wiggle and I feel the precum start to leak out of my diamond cutter.
I had dressed myself especially for this encounter as well. With my love dressed up so finely for me, it would be downright rude to show up in sweats and an old Tshirt. Something more refined and elegant was in order. On my feet, I wore fine black dress shoes polished to a high gloss. Black slacks with perfectly pressed creases and a black belt were next. A crisp white dress shirt with sapphire cuff links (to match the blue in her outfit and accessories), unbuttoned at the collar, were on top. Over this was a black blazer. It was tastefully simple and conveyed the understated air of authority of a dom, of Catherine's Daddy.
I removed my blazer as I stood and walked across the room to a small, padded kneeling platform. Catherine's body was still in motion from her display as I walked. She is a kinetic being, always in motion, especially when she is excited or unsure, both of which she probably was at this moment.
"Come here and kneel" I called and she obediently obeyed. The kneeling platform was specifically built to fit our bodies. The plush padding meant she could be on her knees comfortably for extended periods. There was a bar in the front to restrain her if I desired, which I removed for now. The height of the platform was conveniently designed to place her mouth right at my zipper, which I now put in front of her face.
"Unzip me and take out my cock." I ordered. She pulled down the zipper and my hardened member practically leaped out on its own.
"Cup my balls and lick the shaft"
She ran her tongue up and down the underside of my cock several times while looking up at me with her deep blue eyes.
"Do you like my cock, Bitch?"
"Yes, Daddy. I like your cock."
She continued to hold my balls and tongue my shaft as we spoke, like a good sub.
"Tell me how much you like my cock, Bitch."
"I like your cock sooooo much Daddy..... I love your cock. I love to lick it and suck it!"
"Good girl. Put it in your mouth and suck it. Massage my balls while you suck."
She took my hard dick into her mouth halfway down and slowly started working her lips up and down the shaft, her tongue tickling the underside of my shaft at the same time. Her right hand gripped the base and steered it in and out of her mouth while her left hand worked my balls.
Not to brag, but I have an above average sized cock. Not black guy or porn star big, but certainly longer than the average white guy. Most women had trouble deep throating my johnson and Catherine was no exception. But she was always willing to try and had been getting better and better at opening her throat and choking it down without gagging. Tonight we would see how far she had progressed.