As I was drying off from a nice, hot evening shower, I heard the familiar frosty sound of the icebox closing. Not a second later, the familiar "clank" of ice cubes landing in an old-fashioned glass brought a satisfied grin to my face. "Ahh, she's pouring me a strong, straight whiskey," I thought to myself. I'd know the prize awaiting those consecutive sounds anywhere, as I had prepared it myself hundreds of times over the years. Yes, it was time to relax for the evening.
I threw on a t-shirt and shorts and headed downstairs, but as I turned the corner to the kitchen, I wasn't prepared for what awaited. Oh, sure, there was the chilled old-fashioned glass half-filled with my best whiskey, but the delicate hand attached to the glass was one of a powerful, sexy woman that I barely recognized.
I couldn't see below her waist; the table she sat behind blocked my view. A sleek, gray fedora adorned her shiny, long, straight-ironed brown hair, and her nipples protruded through one of my sleeveless, white tank tops. Her expression was fierce as she stared me down.
"Take that crap off. You're not playing tennis."
Her sternness excited me, so I gladly removed my shirt and shorts.
"That's better. Now, crawl over here to me and see the presents I have for you."
Crawling? Hmmph. She'd never insisted on that before, but I decided to play along. As I knelt to the floor to begin my journey, I noticed her shiny, black heels under the table. As I crawled closer, my eyes traced up her bare legs to her waistline. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I noticed a thick, black strap-on bulging from her groin beneath the table -- no clothes, just heels and a strap-on.
As I hesitantly neared her, I asked, "What is this?"
"This is one of your presents, bitch."
Whoa! The power of that word, being called a bitch stopped me in my tracks.
"What's wrong," she inquired in earnest. "Haven't you ever been a little bitch before? I've certainly been your little bitch hundreds of times. I think tonight, it's your turn."
I couldn't disagree with her. I had certainly had my share of blowjobs from her, and just about every single time we had playful sex, I liked to take her ass, spank her and call her my little bitch. It excited her, and it excited me.
She took a sip of whiskey from my glass and said, "Now, stop wasting my time and come over here and suck my cock!"
She spread her legs, and her bulbous, black battering ram pointed directly at my face. I wasn't sure about this, but I crawled closer to her and stared down the shiny, black barrel. I guess I owed her this much.
"Put your lips on the head of my cock," she ordered.
I hesitated but then opened my mouth and took the tip of the rubber dildo inside me.
"That's it, you little fuck. You love to suck cock, don't you?"
"Y...ye...yes," I said struggled to say.
She grasped the hair on the top of my head and pulled me deeply onto her phallus. "Oh, that's it. Suck it nice and deep. I want the back of your throat on the head of my cock...Open your mouth and fucking give it to me."
She guided my head on and off of her cock. I certainly felt at a disadvantage as I was posed naked on all fours like an obedient whore sucking her cock. Our eyes met as I looked up at her, and she gave me a devilish grin. She was enjoying the power.
"You've been wanting this for a long time, haven't you?"
The cock made a suctioning popping sound as I pulled away to answer her.
"I didn't tell you to stop!" She grabbed the cock and slapped me in the face with it. "You keep sucking me off until I tell you to stop, you horny, little cockslut. I want you to get it nice and wet for me."
I then realized that there was only one reason she needed her cock wet. I began sweating nervously at the thought.
"Oh, that's right, you dirty, little cocksucker. Just think of all the times I sucked your cock, how you came in my mouth. Think of all those times you bent me over and fucked me up my ass. Think of me yelling in ecstasy as you dominated me and treated me like a bitch. I bet you enjoyed yourself."
I began sucking her cock harder, as her words excited me beyond belief. I was starting to mentally come to terms with what should and would happen to me tonight.
"Tell me to take your ass," she commanded. "I want you to say it."
I looked her into her cold, brown eyes, and she mouthed inaudibly, "Tell...me."
Her beauty, her ferociousness, the power, the pictures she had painted in my mind was all too hot for me to stand. The dripping wet cock again popped from my mouth, and I uttered, "Please fuck my ass."
I couldn't believe I was saying it. I couldn't believe I wanted it. She took another sip from the old-fashioned glass and gave a pleasing grin. She wiggled her hips a bit slapping me in the mouth with the wet rubber cock. I didn't mind as her and my eyes transfixed understandingly of what needed to happen.
"So, I see you are pleased with your first present, bitch."
"First present," I wondered.
"That's right, bitch. I said I have pre'sents' for you not pre'sent.' Here's the last one."
She reached behind her chair grabbing a large box; she placed it on the floor before me. It was wrapped in pink paper with a giant silver bow on it. I couldn't imagine what she had in store for me, but after the embarrassment and submission to her strap-on cock, a bit of eagerness grew inside.
"Go on; open it!"
I snapped the ribbon from the middle of the package and tore the paper off slowly. A cardboard box awaited, and I tagged at the sides to break the tape that fastened it shut. I opened the box to find many layers of thin, sheer black paper. As I uncovered the paper, I saw the edges of black lace, then a more frilly type of material. I reached in with both hands and pulled it out and held it up.
"Recognize that?"
"Uh...yes," I uttered.
"What is it, you little whore?"
I struggled, "it...is, uh....it is...a tutu, baby."
SLAP!
She struck me hard across the face with her hand.
"Don't you dare call me, baby. Do you understand?"
I stared at her in confused silence.