Sex And Submission

As we layed there under the covers, cuddling, and fondling, we rested from our recent ectasy. Kathy coyly smiled and asked, "So, who wins the bet?" No question at all in my mind. "You do." Kathy smiled. "Good. I knew I would. Next weekend when we meet, you'll need to pay up." She giggled, then winked.

She didn't move for a while, but released my head. Soon, she moved off from over my head and moved to the side of the bed. She took my cock in her mouth and began to suck my cock back to life again. Kathy was soon on top, slowly guiding my resurrected cock into her slick tunnel. Very slowly she lowered herself fully onto my shaft. Then, she sat for a few minutes. Slowly, she raised herself up to the tip of my cock, and slowly lowered herself back down. Kathy continued this slow fuck pumping up and down ever so slowly. Again, Kathy slowed to a stop. This time, however, she leaned forward and unfastened my wrists. Then, she reached back and took off the leg cuffs. She wanted my movement. Kathy started once again. She warned me that she was to be in control and I was to cue off her movements. Up and down she slowly fucked herself, and me. It was mind boggling. She increased the tempo slowly to a comfortable pace, but again stopped, and sat only moving her hips gently in a circle. Over and over again, she would fuck me slowly, then stop. Each time, she increased the tempo, and would stop. After doing this six times, I thought I would go mad. Kathy removed my blindfold. I squinted at my new surroundings after being deprived of light for what seemed like days.

I began to lick the outsides of her lips. As soon as my tongue touched her lips, I knew this whole evening was turning her on as well. She was wet. I never knew her to be as wet as this. I was in heaven. I began recklessly lapping like a dog drinking beer. I wanted more. Soon, though, I felt her thighs begin to squeeze. I immediately saw that a signal to improve my oral sex technique. I slowed my pace and moved to her inner lips. I snaked my tongue up to her clitoris, then back down, around. I again attacked her clitoris. She began to sway her hips, moving them in small circles. I inserted my tongue into her vagina trying to fuck it. She pressed her pussy back against my face as I tried to stick my tongue in as far as I could. I pulled my tongue out and slid it back to her clitoris. I made small, but firm circles around the hood, then licked it directly. Kathy jumped a bit. I then sucked her clitoris between my lips and tugged the best I could and released it. Kathy began to moan. I sped up my tongue and drove it back into her vagina. I then moved it back to her inner folds and licked faster. I moved to her clit again, and sucked it between my lips still stimulating it with my tongue. I felt Kathy shudder, her legs quivered, and finally, her low, throatly moan and then she shaked.

Kathy cleaned up my cum, and let me rest.... After about 20 minutes, I felt the bed again give way. I was surprised that I didn't fall asleep with the blindfold still on. Kathy took off the handcuffs and transferred my wrists to some sort of ties on each side of the mattress. They felt like neckties or some sort of very soft rope. One thing was for sure...I couldn't move my hands very far. Before I had time to think about it, I felt Kathy crawl toward my head and her sexy thighs stradle my head. "Ok slave Allan, now its my turn. Unlike males, females need a jumpstart. I need to get my motor purring so I can help out your ego by cumming when you do. Start licking sweety." With that, I felt Kathy move up over my head and hook her calves under my arms. She squeezed, now cutting off another sense...my hearing. She lowered her pussy to my face, bumping it first along my nose, making sure I would get a snootful and helping me to orient myself. Since I couldn't move my head too well, I was restricted to how and where I could lick. Then, I figured out that that was the way she wanted it. She didn't want to be teased. She wanted to get down to business. I opened my mouth so my lips could meet her pussy lips. As my lips met her sex, I was again surprised. She was clean shaven! Never had Kathy consented to shaving her pubic hair with the exception of her usual bikini area hair.

Soon, with all the heavenly attention, my cock came back to life. It was rock solid in less than a minute. Kathy keep slurping loud enough so I could hear, something she normally does not do. Her tongue was torture on the head of my cock. It traced firm circles from the base of the head, slowly like a corkscrew to the tip, taking time to lick all the pre-cum, and then back down to the starting point. She continued this treatment until I was moments from orgasm. Then, suddenly, she stopped. The frustration got the better of me and I moaned and sighed. Kathy raised an eyebrow to that, "So, do you disagree with the way I am treating my slave?" She giggled. I chose to play safe and not let any sounds escape my mouth. I lay on the bed for quite some time, and once again became soft. "I want my slave to last when I fuck him. So, we will make him cum. We just can't have him cumming before I do." Again, she giggled. This time, she didn't use oral sex to tease me. She got down to business and used her wonderful hands. One of her hands grabbed my balls, and she gently began to caress them. With her other hand, she used a few fingers to dance around the skin of my cock until slowly it began to grow to its full length. As she continued to caress my balls with her hand, she began to stroke my cock. She started low on the base of my cock and worked her hand up to the head, then back down. She knew my pace and rhythm. Slowly, she picked up the pace, pumping her small, soft hand up and down my shaft. Soon, I found myself arching my back. Kathy picked up her pace and pumped faster and faster. She fondled my balls more vigorously, sometimes squeezing gently, and pulling firmly toward the mattress. Within a few seconds, my cum was shooting up and all over her hand.

Surprising me, Arthur sternly turned me around and unfastened the handcuffs. But, before I could do anything, he left my right wrist secured, brought my wrists in front of me, and relocked the handcuffs. Then, I was bent over his knees. I was beginning to get apprehensive. I could tell he was naked, and enjoying himself. Even though I couldn't see, I knew he was smiling. And, he was enjoying this. So was I.

I was apprehensive. I could pick any number, and it could be anything but Kathy's hand. I decided not to waste any time and anger her. So, I picked number two. "Ah, you got lucky. It is only the paddle." Only the paddle!?! Oh my. Kathy stood me up and began to tease me. She knew how much I like my penis stimulated in any way. She gently caressed my balls and traced her soft fingers around the head of my cock. Pre-cum had already oozed out the tip, but she spread it around to make room for more to come.

This was very interesting and exciting. Now only was I being deprived of most of my senses, I was having to pick my own outcome in this punishment! I was in control of my destiny (so-to-speak) yet, Kathy was in total control. It was driving me wild. So far, I felt like she was well on her way to winning this bet! I had never experienced anything like this. It was erotic/semi-humiliation/and exciting.

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Kathy began tugging on my leash. I got the signal and stood. "What's next Kathy?" "Did I give you permission to talk, boy? I don't think I did. How would you like to pick another number out of the hat?" I shook my head. "I didn't think so. Consider that a warning." Kathy then pushed me from behind so that my calves met the bed. I wasn't sure what side. She helped me up to my knees on the bed. "Now, I have planned this for quite some time, as if you didn't notice. In front of you are three instruments. One will be my hand. The other will be your very own belt. And the third will be one of those paddles from a ball and paddle game from WalMart. They don't lay in order in front of you. You will pick a number from 1 to 3. I will then pick that instrument from right to left using the number you give me. I will then use that instrument to give you your well earned spanking. Now pick."

The first 'blow' fell with a resounding SMACK. It didn't hurt too much. But, no sooner than I began to think about how intense it was, another fell *SMACK*. Gradually, Kathy paddled my ass, slowly increasing the intensity. All through the spanking, Kathty made sure to move her thighs about, mostly up and down. This was sheer torture for my cock which was buried between her milky thighs. Several times I came close to ejaculation...she knew it. And, she laughed each time. By 30, I was praying she would stop early. But, she didn't. She prolonged my anxiety. At 30, she slowed the pace of her 'blows' waiting for a random amount of time between each one. She also made each stroke much harder. At 38, she warned, "Now, these last two are going to be quite hard.

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Now I knew she was REALLY serious. But, my cock responded by getting as hard as I think it has been in quite a while. But, how was I going to pick those pieces of paper? Soon, I found out. Pressed into my face was a hat. I couldn't figure out what kind of hat it was since I hadn't worn any. But, that's what it was. "Open your mouth and grab a piece of paper. There are five in there." Kathy shook the hat a little and replaced it over by face. I opened my mouth and found nothing. So, I stuck out my tongue and touched a piece of paper, brought it to my lips and held on. I Mmhmmed as a signal that I had one. "Ok, let's see what we have here." Kathy took the paper from my mouth and giggled. "Boy, you are going to get it. This is pretty good. This piece of paper has the number 20 on it! You will be getting 40 on the ass. I will make it read too. Maybe you won't soon forget to be civil and keep after your messes!"

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"Now, sit back. There is a chair behind you. When you sit, make sure your knees are parted." I moved back, hesitantly, until the front of the chair bumped the backs of my legs. Now I knew where I was going. The feeling was reassuring. I sat down and spread my legs as asked. My handcuffed wrists stuck out behind the back of the chair. "Now," Kathy announced, "about the bathroom. I don't know how many times I ask when we are together, but you left a mess. You'll have to pay. And, you will probably regret the mess you made as I have never spanked a man before, but you don't know how many times I wanted to. So, I have been reserving my feelings for some time. You won't be disappointed. 20 strokes ought to be enough, but, to make sure, I think I will write down some numbers on pieces of paper and let you pick the additional strokes that should make you remember your paddling."