She drove into me with ease after her long powerful fingers had loosened me enough. I felt those same fingers gripping my hips, her long crimson red nails digging in just enough as not to draw blood. I had always loved that first few minutes of entry in these pegging sessions, the feeling of fullness, the feeling of total powerlessness.
The long slow strokes were for one reason, to get me used to her before she took me at her will. My chest and torso were resting over the quilt on our bed, my arms were tethered by ropes quite tightly at the wrists to the headboard. My legs were spread and were tied by the same type ropes to the feet of our king-size bed. A longer rope had been strung under it and over my back holding me tight down against the mattress.
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The power exchange between myself and my wife Leslie has been happening gradually over the last few years, but I still make most of the household decisions. Our children are 4 and 6 now so they are still young and to be honest I doubt they would care who was in charge anyway. We both have 9-5 jobs and have childcare for the children.
Most of the time we share in the household chores and everyday mundane things unless she calls on me to serve her. This is done in a subtle way that only we know, she would call me by my pet name kitten.
When this name is slipped into conversation even amongst friends, I know my mistress is about to come to the surface. It sends chills up and down my spine like an ice-cube slowly running the length of my back. Sometimes I will be filled with dread, other times with extreme trepidation and pure lust wondering what she has in her gloriously filthy mind.
She has always been the more dominant of the two of us but in the last few years the mistress inside her has come to the fore. She teases me with her behaviour sometimes with other men when we are out, like dancing close to them while she tells me to sit at the table and wait for her return. She will rub on them seductively, all the while looking in my direction to see the effect her flirtation have on me. The effect is that I want to kill them for daring to touch my mistress, I want to tear them limb from limb and she knows this. I am strong enough to take on most men and win, she knows this too and stops usually when she sees she has pushed too far. I am no-ones sub but hers, these creeps might learn the hard way but it still rips me apart to watch.
It is only afterwards when I am calm that I feel sorry for the chumps she used to get inside my head.
Her favourite game to tease me with lately, is when we go out with friends. She makes me wear impossibly tight jeans and fondles me discretely. She makes sure I am hard as iron then tells me to rise from the table or walk past some of her friends with my hardon clearly visible through the tight denim. I am lucky to have been blessed with a larger than average cock but on these occasions it's a curse not a blessing.
She will spend the whole of the evening getting me very close to the point of coming in my pants by constant fondling under the table only to stop. It can be torturous agony but also ecstasy at the same time, which unless you have been on the receiving end of this treatment you cannot understand.
She will sometimes take me into the club or restaurant restrooms to have me service her with my tongue. Many times I have crouched in a cubicle with her straddling over me, grinding her pussy into my face with others only feet away.
She does not hurt me, she is not that type of mistress. By that I mean no whips or nasty torture devices unless you call a cock cage a torture device. Even though I would take whatever she dished out if it served her pleasure. She uses a crop on me occasionally but never in anger. I love her and worship the ground she walks on and have found our life and marriage works.
We do have vanilla sex but very rarely, maybe once a month I get to fuck her and come inside her. But mostly she wants me to eat her pussy or ass, and always when I have come inside of her. She gets great pleasure from making me swallow my own semen.
Her go-to sex position is me on my back with her above me grinding herself into my face, she can come over and over this way as she is multi-orgasmic. After that, its strap-on time and if I am lucky, I mean really lucky, she will reach around and jerk me to a climax as she pounds into me.
I would and will do anything to please her and I mean anything. She means the world to me, I truly believe we were destined to meet and are soulmates.
I can imagine it looks strange from an outsiders point of view seeing a whisp of a girl only 5 feet 3 and 115 lbs soaking wet, wielding such power over a much, much bigger and stronger man. But as I said, it works for us.
Last night after the kids were put to be she came downstairs and called to me "Pour me a wine please kitten."
My ears pricked up at this as we had not played all week, she glided past me to sit on her side of the sofa as I stood to get the wine. I came back with wine and glasses in hand,
"No, not two. I said pour ME a wine my pet."
"Yes mistress, sorry."
I placed mine back on the side and poured the wine into her glass to half full. Handing it to her I sat at he feet, she stroked my hair as she sipped the red liquid through those beautiful full red lips.
She pulled my head into her knees allowing me to rest my head on her thighs as she drank slowly, idly twisting her finger around the curls behind my right ear. Her short dressing gown did nothing to hide her treasures from me at that angle and I could detect her arousal beginning.
Her finger traced the ridge of my ear and I couldn't help stifle a moan from escaping,
"You like that?" she whispered.
"mmmm," was all I could muster.
"Make love to my legs."
I rubbed my face into her smooth thigh, the feel and texture of her tight athletic legs was divine. They are her best feature if you discount her beautiful girl-like face. I traced my lips and tongue up and down the length of her sweet tasting thighs before making my way down her calves and shins and those perfectly dainty manicured feet.
Her toes were painted the same crimson red as her hands and mouth, I loved this colour on her. Taking one foot in my hands I kissed the underside slowly moving up to her toes, sliding my tongue between each in turn savouring the taste as I popped each in my mouth as I licked.
I knew I was doing it as she liked me to, because the soft noises coming from her throat were music to my ears. I looked up from the floor and she had one hand slowly moving over her wet pussy.
"Get Mr. Black, slave." She ordered from above me.
I rose and made my way to our bedroom, I took her favourite dildo from her bedside draw and went back to our living room. When I returned she had shed her clothing and was toying with her soaked sex.
"Well, don't just stand there. Mr. Black wants to pleasure me."
I again took my place between her feet and placed the dildo at her entrance.
"Get him wet first, in your mouth. Suck him deep for me."
I looked into her eyes as I slid the head of the dildo over my tongue and into my mouth, I tried to suck it as I would like my own cock to be sucked trying to put on a bit of a show.
"Deeper," she croaked. Her voice giving away the excitement she felt.
She leant in and took the base of it and pushed, "Deeper I said."
I felt the head hit the back of my throat and gagged pulling back.
"How dare you disrespect me by pulling backwards, I said deep, do it now!"
She grabbed at my hair and pulled me toward her, "Now, do it!"
She again coaxed the cock into my mouth but more slowly this time, I managed to get the head into my throat before I gagged again. tears and saliva were dripping from my nose.
