This is another story of the antics of Heather and Tom.
If you liked this please read the other Heather and Tom stories:
Decency Broken
Trip to the Dentist
Return to the Dentist
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"Have you ever thought about BDSM stuff Tom?"
Here I was, just sitting watching TV relaxing and Heather just walks in and without any introduction to the topic just drops this question. "Huh?" I say all intelligent like. My mind does not like going from zero to 60 like that. It takes a little while for my mind to actually adjust to these out of the blue questions that I get from her sometimes.
Heather comes and sits her five foot four inch sexy frame down on the couch next to me. "Have you ever thought about BDSM stuff Tom? You know, bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism. Have you ever thought about experimenting with it?" she asks as she leans back and crosses her legs.
I sit back and look at her trying to decide if this is just an idol chat or something else. "Well you don't think that what we do counts? I thought that the tying you to the bed, taking control of you, and being all forceful with you counts as BDSM?" I answer her. I am still not quite sure where this is going.
"Well it does Tom, but that's not quite what I am talking about. Never mind Tom... forget I said anything," she says rather dismissively.
I hate it when she does this. Sometimes she just does not have the courage to continue on even after everything we have done. I always seem to be the one who has to encourage her to share a fantasy or be more assertive about what she wants. It is difficult sometimes to know what is just an idol thought verses something that is really a fantasy. "No come on Heather, just where did this come from? It did not just come out of the blue."
She fidgets a little as she starts to speak, "Well you know my friend Beatriz? Well we were talking the other day about her new boy friend and about how he is into BDSM. She started to tell me about some of the things that he has her do and how excited it seems to make her feel. I thought it was a bit odd at first, but it did excite me a bit thinking about it too. And you know I have read about it in some of my romance books too. Then Jes and I have talked about it a little too. So I just wondered if you have ever thought about it." She then picks up a book and begins to read it not catching my eye.
She is not shy about sex, quite the opposite, but she does sometimes just seem to be at a loss for words or afraid to share some of her thoughts with me fearing how I might judge her. I never do judge her and every time that I can think of I have accepted her thoughts and then, being a guy, made them even dirtier. Guys are just like that I guess. Must a in our genes.
"So do you mean chains, whips, leather collars, having you beg, all of that?" I ask her. I think I know where she is going, but in truth I really don't know how I feel about it. Sure I have tied her to the bed posts, have had pretty rough sex with her, and an occasional swat at her ass. Hell when we met I practically forced myself on her, but actually cause pain, actually force her into submission. This will need some thinking about. It is not something that I am generally into, but... already I am seeing things form and twist in my mind. Yup...must be in the genes.
"Well I don't know about all of that, but you know... maybe just more, or maybe harder than we do. I don't know, kind of like real BDSM," she says from behind her book.
I scoot over next to her and put my hand on her thigh and begin to slowly stroke it. "You mean doing something beyond the comfort zone we have established don't you. Maybe try something that either you or me are afraid to do or something we would never really do beyond the world of sexual fantasy. Something harder and darker. Is that what you want to try?" I slowly pull her legs apart. My mind seemed to have settled on something; an idea; an experiment. Something that neither of us would never normally do.
She sets the book down, and just look at me, her face a little flushed. "Yes... I think I would."
I look deep into her brown eyes and say in a quite voice, "Do you want to try something now?" My hand goes up to her panties and start to rub her.
She just nods her head. I pull my hand back, pull the dress back down, and then stand up. "OK Heather. I have an idea to start off with. You have to follow whatever I say. If you do not, then you will receive a punishment." I put a finger under her chin and raise her head up so that she can look me in the eye. "Do you still want to do this?"
Again just a nod of her head acknowledges me.
"OK then. Follow me into the bedroom Heather." I turn and walk off. For some reason, I am more excited then I had been in a long time. I am rock hard, so wanting just rip off her clothes, but I also so want to do this. Not just for her, but for me too. Without turning around I walk to the bedroom. I get there and turn around and see Heather walking towards me. I just sort of shake my head a little. "That is one punishment for you. Next time I tell you to do something you do it faster. OK?" I tell Heather as she comes into the room.
Again she nods her head in acknowledgement. I just shake my head again. "That is another punishment Heather. When you answer me it is a 'Yes sir', or 'No sir'. Do you understand?"
She starts to nod her head again and then she spoke up, "Yes sir."
I step up and give her a little kiss on the cheek. "Good Heather. Now stay right where you are and undress for me. Remember when I ask you to do something you do it quickly unless I say other wise OK?"
She begins to quickly take off her shirt then stops and says, "Yes sir." There is a tone to her voice, a almost quiver of amusement or excitement. I just nod my head and she continues to quickly undress. In just a few seconds she is undressed standing there just inside the doorway.
I walk over to her, "Now just stand there." She quickly stands upright and puts her hands to her sides. I reach out and slide my hand around her body as I walk around her. My fingertips brush her nipples, I can hear her breath quicken and can see her chest move quicker. I then walk over to her dresser and take out her silk scarves and set them on the bed. She is still standing there when I turn back around. For some reason I am really getting into this, the excitement is equal to or perhaps even more then the rough sex just different; taking her by force is primal, this is more erotic. I sit down on the edge of the bed next to the scarves. "Heather, come here." She quickly walks over to me and stands in front of me. "Are you ready for your punishment Heather?" I ask.
She waits to answer. I suddenly start to see a little apprehension touch her face. "Heather, that is three now. Perhaps I need to say this first. Like in all our other rough play if you say our safe word things stop. So, are you ready for your punishment and answer this time."
"No sir. Please don't. I did not know the rules. I do now. I will be good," she pleads with me. Again this is new territory for us so I don't know just what to do. I would never do anything to hurt Heather. She knows that right? So is this just acting or is this for real. I look up at her, I see her flushed cheeks, her quick breath, but it is in her eyes that I base my decision on. Those eyes that have never been able to hide what she really want. Even if her mouth says one thing the truth is always in those eyes. In those brown eyes I see that she is excited, nervous, but unafraid.