Some of my lady friends have some rather strange sexual preferences, such as pretending to be dogs or ponies. One of the things they all like about me is that I am so completely non-judgmental. As long as nobody gets hurt, whatever role-playing or other activity enhances their sexual pleasure is perfectly okay with me. It makes it better for me too because, the more fun my lady friend has the more pleasurable it is for me, which is a fact of life that all men should be aware of. Compared with some others, the little fetish that turns on Chloe is not really all that odd.
What she likes is being led around by a leash. I don't mean she pretends to be some kind of animal, or that she likes to be tied up. She just likes to have a leather collar around her neck, with a leather strap attached, and to be ordered, by tugging on the leash, to do fun things and be told where to go around the house and bed. It's not even any kind of a master/slave relationship, because we always treat each others as equals when we are cavorting together. She really gets off on this, and nobody ever gets hurt. I keep the other end of the leash wrapped around my hand and wrist, even during all the sexual activity, and we are both happy with what we do, especially when we discover a new way to please ourselves and each other.
We got really happy one day last week, when she called me up and said she wanted to come over to see me. I knew what she wanted, and I had nothing that needed to be done, and I am always open for some sexual fun with a sweet, sexy young woman like Chloe. There were a few things I had to do to get ready for her, and I needed a little time to take care of them.
"Come over in about a half an hour," I told her.
The house was in its usual state of disarray and messiness, but I knew that Chloe would hardly even notice a minor thing like that. However, there were two things that I needed to do. One was to get myself ready, including a shower and shaving, as I always do when I know I am going to have my face between a woman's thighs. The other thing I did was to change the bed, so it was covered by only a clean bottom sheet. These preparations didn't take long, and the bed and I were ready for Chloe when I heard her car pull into my driveway and, a minute later, the doorbell rang.
"About time you got her," I told her when I opened the door. "Now, get in here." As I ordered Chloe to enter the house, I seized the red leather leash that had one end attached to the dog collar around her neck and put my hand through the loop on the other end.
Besides the collar, which was also made of red leather and had colored glass beads all around it, Chloe was wearing a short, dark green skirt and a light green cotton blouse. Her clothing went well with her short auburn hair, fair skin and green eyes. I knew she was not wearing any kind of undergarment, because such things would just get in the way. After Chloe scuffed off her sneakers, she was barefoot, because she was also not wearing any socks or stockings.
"Heel!" I commanded her, pointing to the floor for emphasis.
Chloe quickly got down on her hands and knees and waited for more commands, which weren't long in coming. "Stay!" I ordered her, and reached under the front of her body to unbutton her blouse.
It wasn't necessary to give any commands when I took it off her. She knew what I wanted to do, and raised her hands from the floor to expedite the removal, letting her large breasts sway to and fro. When I loosened the buttons at the waist of her skirt and pulled it down around her shapely ass, she raised one leg at a time so I could slide it off the rest of the way and hang it on the same coat rack as was holding the blouse. Completely naked, she stayed where she was while I took off my shirt. As part of her fetish, it was necessary for me to continue holding onto the leash, so I switched the loop between my hands as I removed the garment and hung it with her clothing. We were both ready, so I gave a slight tug on the leash and started walking toward the living room. On her hands and knees, Chloe obediently followed.
Not wanting to put on a show for any nosy neighbors, I keep all the blinds in my house closed, and I led Chloe into and around the living room. We weren't pretending she was a dog being taken for a stroll, or anything else like that. Chloe just likes to walk around like that for a little while before the main action starts. She enjoys all the things we do in bed and anywhere else together, but she enjoys them much more when she is wearing the collar and leash and I hold the other end. From the living room, I led her to the bedroom, where I got a condom from the drawer where I keep them. After putting the protection on top of the night stand where it would be available when needed, I sat on the bed, while Chloe remained on her hands and knees in front of me, an eager smile on her pretty face.
My right hand still gripped the leash, and I shortened and lifted it, so she rose to her knees and moved closer to me. "Suck!" I commanded her, pointing to my crotch.
I had remained barefoot after my shower, but had put on clean jeans and underwear. They didn't stay on very long. Chloe quickly unbuttoned the waist, unzipped my fly and started to pull the pants down. I raised my ass from the bed to help her, and she peeled them all the way off and dropped them on the floor. With the jeans gone, she treated my underwear the same way. From looking at her sexy, naked body and anticipating what we would be doing, my cock was ready for her mouth, and Chloe smiled up at me and held it gently in her right hand.