When Calvin came home from work, nothing could have prepared him for the sight when he walked through the front door. She wore her brown hair in a tight ponytail. A pair of black, thick rimmed glasses sat on her face in front of her piercing blue eyes. The black corset she wore paired well with the thigh high stockings on her legs. He was surprised she had gone with fishnet over traditional, but he found the entire ensemble irresistible and he could feel himself growing in his pants. She walked over to him slowly, He could tell she was a little out of her comfort zone but the fact that she was willing to indulge this fantasy for him drove him wild with desire. She grabbed the collar of his uniform shirt and pulled him in for a hard kiss.
Her tongue slid into his mouth, causing him to exhale slightly. His hands moved to her hips as he leaned into her. A sharp pain and a loud smack to his hands caused him to pull them away; he would have pulled away from the kiss as well if she didn't have a python-like grip on his collar. He felt a sharp pain in his bottom lip as she sank her teeth into it. He couldn't stop the low, pleasure-filled moan from escaping his lips as she pulled gently on it. She released his lip and her hand gripped his chin firmly, tilting his head up and went to work kissing and nibbling his neck. His moans grew louder and more desperate. He could feel the goosebumps forming on his skin as his knees buckled.
She let him go, "Go take your clothes off and shower." She said.
"Okay." He said with a chuckle.
She grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes, "Yes, ma'am." She said.
"Y....yes ma'am." He stammered.
He went to the bedroom and quickly shed his work clothes before hopping in the shower. His head was spinning, he couldn't believe what was happening. They had always had a pretty adventurous sex life but it almost always meant he was the one in control in the bedroom, which he didn't mind. They had both discussed they were more on the submissive side but he was better and more comfortable when it came to channeling his inner dominant than she was. That didn't mean that she never indulged him in his desires but this was next level. She had never shown this kind of sexually dominant attitude to him before.
He quickly lathered and rinsed his entire body, excited for what was to come. He stepped out of the shower and thoroughly dried off before wrapping the towel around his waist. He wanted to make sure there would be nothing to turn her off so he quickly brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash and combed his hair. He stepped back and looked into the mirror. Once again, he was hit with the wondering thought of 'why is she with me?" She was so much better looking than he was, whenever he'd mention that to her she would just tell him, "I think we make a cute couple." she'd also tell him he was handsome and all that, but it never really got rid of the thought in his head that he looked like a make-a-wish kid who asked for a princess to be his wife.
Once satisfied with his look, he left the bathroom and went into the bedroom. The room was dark except for the soft, yellow glow of the bedside table lamp. The bed was made and had the straps from their four-point restraint harness laid out on top of the comforter, along with a towel laid out toward the foot of the bed. Michelle stood in the corner of the room. The first thing he noticed was the smirk on her face with an eyebrow cocked. Her cheeks were red, while she tried to maintain the dominant persona, he could tell she was trying to keep from giggling. His eyes drifted down until he saw the reason for her blushing. Connected to her pelvis was an eight inch, silicone cock.
"Like what you see?" She asked.
Calvin couldn't do anything except nod, silently.
She walked over to him, she caressed his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. He ran his hands up and down her sides, the texture of the corset much softer than he expected. He couldn't help but grab the dildo as it poked his thigh. The thing was relatively realistic, even with a vein and a bright pink head at the end of the shaft.
She pulled her lips away from his, "Why don't you get on all fours." She said.
"Yes, ma'am." He said.
Calvin stepped to the bed and climbed on top of it. Positioning is now, rock-hard dick directly above the towel Michelle had laid out. The anticipation caused his arms to tremble. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't physically feel Michelle but he could feel her presence as she stood behind him.
He felt her fingers run through the hair up the back of his head to the top where she pushed his face into the pillow, "Keep your head down and do not look back until I tell you to, understand?" She said, sternly.
"Yes ma'am." He said, almost moaning.
"Good boy." She said, The phrase making him internally melt, and externally making his already hard cock twitch. Calvin couldn't believe being called a good boy would create such a reaction within him.
Before Calvin could register what was happening, he felt a smart smack on his ass cheek, the sting causing him to lurch forward. Then another smack on the other cheek, then both cheeks. Calvin groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the pleasure overriding the pain massively. He gasped, trying to regain his composure, until he felt what he could only believe was the tip of a warm, wet tongue pressed against his asshole. He shivered in ecstacy, letting out an unstoppable moan. She flicked her tongue against it rapidly followed by a long, slow lick.
How could he have never asked her to do this for him before, he had done it for her so many times and she always seemed to enjoy it. She would sometimes play with his back end while sucking his cock and that always felt amazing but he just never could find the courage to ask her to lick it for him. The truth was, he had always felt self-conscious about it, he was a hairy guy and he always felt that she would be grossed out by him. He thought to himself, maybe he'd have to ask her to do this more often.
She stopped licking and smacked his ass again before squirting a generous amount of cold lube down his ass crack. She began massaging it with her thumb. She pressed on his tight hole gently.
