I’m Katy, and I’m a sexy little kitten, happily owned by Edward who guides my play and brings structure to my life. We met at a munch and have been together for almost a year now. Edward loves to shower me with gifts, things for our sensual play or to make me look and feel pretty. He bought this sexy black and cream underwear I’m wearing, also a large jet ring for my right hand.
He booked us into this hotel for a day of play because he’s going away to the U.S. on a business trip. What a huge bed, I felt like a tiny doll as I rolled around on its pristine white duvet. Look at the other present he just gave me. A leg spreader – sexy no? I was aware of my pussy dampening when he wrapped the black leather straps around my ankles and fastened them with a brass padlock on each, the excitement of light BDSM sex already kicking in.
There are knickers to match the bra and suspenders, but I left them in the tissue wrapping – Edward doesn’t allow me to wear any when we are together. I am wearing stockings, another of his rules is never tights only stockings, which is fine by me, I feel so much more sensual when there is bare skin at the tops of my thighs, and of course always accessible to Edward’s probing fingers or questing cock.
We haven’t been in the hotel room for very long, just time for Edward to open the champagne and pour a glass each while I stripped off my outer clothes and folded them neatly into a drawer.
“On your knees Kitten, Daddy needs to be relaxed.”
I quickly complied, kneeling at his feet, my pulse elevated at his proximity. I could smell the slight musk of him underlying the fresh fragrance of citrus cologne.
The rasp of his flies drawing down clutched my gut with excitement.
“Look what you do to me Kitten,” he sighed as his length was revealed, already semi-erect.
I drank in the magnificence of what he offered me.
“Open wide, no hands,” he instructed.
I opened my mouth and felt his cock’s weight laid on the flat of my tongue. Exerting every ounce of self-control, I wrapped it in my lips slowly. It was like a familiar treat, I tasted the first droplets of his precum, just a hint of salt and sweet. I rubbed and pressed the underside with my tongue, massaging the top with my lips, holding them to shield my teeth. I made head movements to slide myself up and down his erection – lingering teasingly at the tip before plunging down fast and tight, as close to the balls as possible.
Daddy allowed this for a while, but soon he began to rest his hands on the back of my head each time I dipped low, pressing me to take him deeper. His girth hit the back of my soft palate. I struggled to breathe each time he released me, my eyes leaking tears with the constriction.
“That’s it, Kitten, swallow me deep!” Daddy’s voice was gruff. He rocked back on his heels, adding a little thrust to his hips.
I drooled and sucked, feeling my pussy clench, my excitement built in time with his. I sensed his balls tightening and redoubled my efforts. Edward kept thrusting, treating my mouth as a hole for him to fuck. He held the sides of my head and guided my movements to suit his need till suddenly he was pumping hot essence down my throat. I struggled to swallow. Gobs of his opaque fluid spilt out of my mouth and ran down my chin, it was flowing in such fast spurts. Edward pulled back and milked the last droplets from his cock with his firm grip, aiming them, so they ran down my chest.
“My cum slut,” he praised. I smiled back suspecting my carefully applied make-up was wrecked, but happy that he had used me.
“Go and clean yourself up. When you’re ready, I have a gift for you.”
I went to the bathroom and rinsed the ropes of come from my chest and repaired my make up, but not before taking a selfie of myself looking ruined and used. I unwrapped the dainty lingerie and modelled it for him, and we took more selfies, me sitting on his lap and me bent over his knee. He slapped my bottom, knowing I enjoyed the sting and the warmth. That’s when he showed me the latest addition to our bondage toys.
“There are so many ways I plan to play with you wearing this Kitten.” He spoke softly, pressing me back onto the duvet, legs spread by the bar, my moist lips parted.
“You’re all mine, and I want you to feel my power.” I felt his eyes rake over my skin like a hot caress, instantly moisture gathered in my pussy.
“How does it make you feel?”
“Owned Daddy. Controlled.”
He peered closely at the pale pink folds of my cunt, blowing gently.
“Argh Daddy! Stop!” I squealed and tried to close my legs, but was unable – the bar held them apart – a distance wider than my hips. I was so trapped.
He laughed wickedly, and I smiled too. Although I felt shy when he studied me like a specimen under a microscope, it made me feel sexy too. There was something about having no power to resist that got my juices flowing.
“These links in the middle,” Edward gripped the black bar, raising my legs. “I could fasten wrist cuffs to them. How would that feel Kitten?” He raised an eyebrow observing me, noticing how my nipples had pebbled. I licked my lips nervously.
“Exposed,” I said.
“On display,” he nodded before settling in the chair at the foot of the bed. “Play with yourself Kitten, I want to see you come.” Then he dug into his trouser pocket for his phone.
Tapping in a code, he unlocked it. “Give me something to watch while I’m away,” he instructed setting it to video.
I already felt very horny from giving the blowjob and being trapped in the confines of the spreader bar only exacerbated that. I liked how firmly the harsh leather straps gripped my ankles. I also felt very pretty in the new lingerie Daddy had bought me. I feel special and pampered when he purchases me gifts.
Biting my lip (because I knew it teased him) I raised myself on all fours with my back to him. I began to trail my fingers up and down my slit. I wondered what my hand looked like wearing my new onyx ring. I hope it emphasised how I was using my slim fingers, I intended to bury them deep in my pussy, but held off for the tease. I touched myself the way I play when I’m alone. I close my eyes sometimes to heighten the sensations, stroking the wetness which gathers at my hole to spread it over my clit and labia.
With my eyes shut I noticed how hot and fevered the bud of my clit felt as I tickled and teased it, my glossy juices cooled it like a soothing balm. Smearing them around, my folds felt so silky and slick.
“Look at me, Kitten. Open your eyes.”
I threw Daddy a smouldering look over my shoulder, I wanted him to enjoy my show. I hated him to go away. Watching the video needed to make him wish he was back with me.
I let my hips undulate while dipping my spine so that my pussy was on full display, creating my very own mating dance! I imagined him taking me from behind and thrusting into me, my pussy was literally dripping for him.
“Finger that hole Kitten, I want to see you plunder yourself like the greedy boys used to.”
My breath became more ragged, and I frigged myself hard. Using two fingers now, I thrust them deep into my wet hole. Daddy gets me hot when he reminds me what a slut I used to be, unable to control my urges meant I used to let the greedy boys have their hands all over me.
“That’s right, dirty girl. Show them what they’re missing. You’re my Kitten now.”
Using the pump action that I would with a toy I plunged my fingers inside me, stroking the toe-curling place inside that’s my g-spot. I ground my hips and smoothed my glossy juices over my clit and labia, occasionally licking my fingers clean. I love the taste of me, and so does Daddy, it gets us horny, and he loves to kiss it from my lips.
Hearing his phone click a few times, I guessed Daddy was taking pictures as well as filming me. Turning onto my side was strange, the bar held one leg high in the air, opening my pussy like a flower. I’m sure my pink folds were glistening by now. My little clitty was swelling, jutting from the lips beckoning me to rub and press it. I bit my lip at the thrills which radiated out and down my thighs, spiralled in my gut and spiked behind my aching nipples.
“You look so slippery Kitten,” Daddy’s voice was gruff now, his arousal must be building.
“Lie on your back now.”
It was sexy to be directed by Daddy as if I was a porn star, well I guess we are making a sex tape. That thought made my tummy flutter, and I groaned, biting my lip, then sucked in more air as I fucked myself with my two fingers together. They’re not as thick and satisfying as Daddy’s cock, but I can curl them to stroke that sensitive place at the front wall of my pussy. It makes me moan and twitch, almost like I want to pee. I wonder if I’ll squirt today, that would make a great show, but I’ve never done it before.
“Touch your breasts, Kitten.” So I complied, crushing my little titties through the fabric of the pretty bra.
“Roughly, bad girl. The way I do it.”
“Oooh Daddy,” I mewl pinching at my nipples.
I can’t do it as fiercely as he does, something stops me. It never hurts so good as when Daddy torments my nipples. My hips bucked and I writhed, I was getting closer to coming, everything escalated, my stomach and legs tightened, straining towards the final lap.
“Keep your eyes on me Kitten,” Daddy’s voice was stern.
As I rubbed and agitated the nub of my clitty, I felt waves and contractions build within my entire being, my hips wanted to thrust, and my pussy felt hungry to be filled, to be pounded by Daddy’s thick member. I pulled the spreader bar towards me like I would pull his hips into me if he were riding me right now. My legs opened wider, and I heard Daddy groan with lust. That fired me up.
“Oh fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard!” These words ran through my mind, while I strummed my clit and spread and rubbed my labia with my fingers. It all felt so slippery and silky right then. I could only imagine how slutty I looked at that moment, fingering myself while I gasped and groaned for more. It felt pretty animalistic and raw, my lust was like a fire consuming me.
I tried to keep my eyes open, keep looking at Daddy as I longed for the stretch and pump of his cock inside me. I rubbed until I was caught in a sparkling arc of colour, with heat flashing over me. Like a surfer, the curled wave of my climax broke over me, dousing me with a flash flood of clenching, pulsing joy. My head dropped back as I became overwhelmed, every twitch and spasm intense and pleasing.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I sighed, bathed in sensations of release and satisfaction.
“Thank you, Kitten,” he murmured back, leaning over the bed to kiss me.
I heard his belt jingle, and his jeans slid to the floor, then his weight depressed the mattress, and I felt his bulk next to me. He wrapped me in strong arms, and I was safe and loved. His fingers trailed over my body, stroking and smoothing, gently at first but soon he switched to kneading and pressing my curves, strong fingers digging into the point of bruising.
“I might buy a chastity belt for you Kitten.” Daddy kissed me, catching my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging a little, till my stomach lurched.
“I want to keep all this sexy for myself.” Smiling down, he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear.
“I can be good Daddy. All my orgasms belong to you.” I pouted that he didn’t trust me and fluttered my eyelashes to convince him.
“I shall need a show like this every night that I’m away.”
He pulled up my bra so that one nipple peeped out, which he pinched and twisted cruelly. A stab of pleasure flared in my core. I knew I had more orgasms to give, and so did he.
“Of course Daddy, if you tell me what to do.” I wore my most innocent expression.
“You deserve a spanking Kitten.” The wicked glint was back in his eyes. “I told you to keep your eyes open when you came.”
“I’m sorry Daddy, “ I hoped to sound repentant. But as I lay across his lap, tilting my bare bottom for his punishment, I smothered a smile in the crook of my arm.
“Are the ankle cuffs still comfortable?” He smoothed the curves of my naked rear, making me want to purr.
“Yes thank you, Daddy.”
“I like how they spread you for my pleasure.”
“Me too Daddy,” I giggled.

After running around like a lunatic all day, I needed something special. And here he was, sitting submissively at my feet, waiting for me to give him instructions. The metal links of the leash slide easily through my fingers as I contemplate how to torment him. In a good way, of course. I give a little tug. The leash is hooked to a thick black collar with silver hardware. He looks glorious in it and nothing else.
My day job consists of chasing down executives and reminding them about meetings, appointments, and special occasions. And when someone came back after being out of town, it made things twice as difficult on me because they are a thousand times needier. It’s as though they need to make up for the time they were gone. Communications go awry and I’m the first one to deal with the fallout.
He sits as I push away the day’s stressors. Using the metal links as a form of meditation helps me to become more present. Using the leash, I pull him close as I move forward and shove my tongue between his waiting lips. The kiss he returns is full of lust. The way he swipes his tongue along my bottom lip as I pull away tells me he wants to help.
“My Lady, shall I rub your feet?” He’s eager to please, eager to help me move on and get going with our BDSM play session. He always calls me Lady instead of Mistress. While in some ways I find it antiquated, I also find it endearing. Certain parts of me sing when he says, My Lady. His voice fills the words with meaning I can’t deny.
And yet, my urge is to deny him. I lean back and part my legs, baring myself to him. Caressing myself with a light touch, I shove one foot in his direction. “Yes, you may.”
The delicious feel of his fingers delving into the sore and tired musculature of my feet sends happy tingles all the way up my legs. His hands are always warm and today is no different. The heat from his body melts the tension away. I want to let him continue up my leg, but instead, I make him switch to my other foot.
Before long, both feet feel as though I hadn’t been wearing heels for hours on end. I continue to play with the leash. The links are almost like rosary beads to me. I lose myself in the feel of the hard metal as it slides between my finger and thumb.
I use my right foot to play with my submissive’s balls. He squirms for a moment, causing them to sway. I can’t help but laugh. I continue to tease him. He’s starting to get hard. I enjoy watching his erection grow and soften over and over when we play. Edging is very high on the list of items we concentrate on, but I love it when I let him come the most.
His pleasure, his climax, is mine. When I watch how his eyes roll back right before the lids close, the way his mouth gapes open if I haven’t put a ball gag into it, the sounds that erupt from his throat, it is the best feeling in the world.
And then the taste of him on my tongue. Salty, tangy. His taste. I snap back into the present. The room smells like sex. I can see pre-ejaculate steadily seeping from the head of his uncut cock. Licking my lips, I pull my foot from his grasp.
“Come, boy.” Rising I head to the bedroom. I need to finish removing the shackles I feel from my day and decide a quick shower will help. He follows leash dragging along the floor behind him, making noise against the tile when he enters the bathroom. I turn the water on and turn back to my boy.
“Strip me.” His fingers are nimble as they undo my pants and lower them. I lift each foot so he can fold them and lay them neatly in the hamper. He returns to unbutton my blouse, which is hung on the back of the door. He’s used to this routine and the stress melts from his shoulders during the process. A smile lights upon his lips, eyes spark as he removes my clothing. Inside, a warmth engulfs me. His happiness is my happiness.
He reaches around me to unclasp my bra, his thumbs graze my skin as he removes it. I can’t hide the shiver, but I don’t mind. I won’t reprimand him, not just yet. He slides them down my sides, hooking my panties, then brings them down. Taking the undergarments, he puts them in their proper place as well. “Good boy.”
I step into the shower, followed by him. He takes the removable showerhead and begins to wet down my hair, my body. I grip the towel bar and spread my legs wide. Like a good submissive taking care of his Mistress, he sprays my pussy with the water. The pressure is more soothing than rough and I rock my hips back and forth. After a few moments, he goes back to my hair again.
A little disappointed moan leaves me until he hangs the showerhead back up and digs his fingers into my scalp, working in a little shampoo. The groan turns into a blissful moan. And then that’s gone as well until he works the conditioner into my hair. While that soaks in, he washes my back and buttocks, my legs and feet. I turn and he repeats the process on my breasts and stomach. He pays particular attention to my pussy and I watch his cock harden all over again.
After a teasing touch and squeeze, I turn so he can rinse my hair. When that’s complete, he turns the water off and I follow him out of the shower. Before he can grab the towel off the rod, I take his leash and give a little pull. “On your knees.”
“Yes, my Lady.” He looks up at me as he lowers to his knees, adoration in his upturned lips. Water drops work their way down my skin, glittering in the bathroom lights. Instead of allowing him to lick me as he thought, I held up on the leash.
An inch away, lips parted, I can feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin. His eyes watch my fingers as I touch my collarbone, slide them down between my breasts. I circle my belly button once, twice, his eyes following every movement. Delving my fingers between my legs, I stroke my outer lips.
He licks his lips, anticipation showing in the way his eyes focus intently on my fingers. I part my legs and slide my fingers through the centre of my lips, pausing long enough to part them and give him a good look.
“Lick.” I place my foot on the edge of the tub and spread my hips open. He moves forward and takes a deep breath. A little groan of happiness is heard as he slips his tongue between my legs and flattens it against me. I hold back my own sound of pleasure. I want him to work for it.
The way his tongue laps at me, the way he twists it against my folds makes me want to grab him by the hair and shove him deeper, but I hold myself still. With every touch, my nerves light up. I take a deep breath in slow and hold it. Tightening my Kegel muscles in time with his licks gets me right up to the edge.
Instead of pulling him in closer, I push him back. “Enough. Let’s pick out something for me to wear.” I point out the door, a slight pout on his beautiful lips. When he turns, I smack him once hard on each cheek.
“Thank you, My Lady. May I have two more, please?” He sticks his ass out towards me and I smack him four more times, hard enough to leave his cheeks burning a little. He moves quickly into the next room, picking out my outfit. It’s the one thing I give him control over.
He dresses me in thigh highs black as night. Silky against my soft skin. Tall black heels grace my feet, but much more fun than the ones I wear during the day. A little lace around my waist and garters to sexy things up. He takes a few moments to put a sparkly necklace around my neck, braid my hair and use a matching clip, then kneels before me.
I revel in the way his cock bounces with his eager need to please me. Laying back on a chaise, I take the time to please myself. Fingers gliding in and out of my pussy, wiggling just right. My nipples stand out hard and I watch his eyes stare at my breasts. I pull my fingers out and brush them against his lips.
As he opens his mouth to taste my sticky fingers, I slide them in and out of his mouth. “Clean them off well.” He sucks on them, uses his tongue to swipe across them, and cleans off my fingers way more than they require.
Watching him suck on my fingers ramps up my desire. I pull the leash close to lead him and have him suck my breast. The sounds of his tongue as he lathers my nipple and sucks it into his mouth almost makes me climax.
I push him back and he sits back on his heels again like a good submissive. Reaching over, I pull my toy out of its secret spot. When he sees it, his face falls a little, but I know he’ll enjoy watching. “Stroke yourself, but do not orgasm.”
“As you wish, My Lady.” His hand glides up and down, the head of his cock teasing me as he grows again. I almost feel bad about how many times he’s gone up and down tonight, but I make a note in the back of my mind to repay him for his troubles. In a day or three.
I turn the toy on and tease myself with it. Even though I’m ready to explode, it is just that, a tease. It’s on a low setting and the vibration is barely there, but it’s exactly what I need. It’s enough to torment my submissive, which is what I want.
Using the toy, I tease my nipples and glide it down my belly. His eyes follow it like he followed my fingers earlier. Lust clearly prominent in his gaze. His cheeks are flushed and the room fills with the scent of our bodies heightened desire again. I lay back and press the toy against my clit after turning it up.
Instead of holding it in, I moan a little loud. I let my eyes roll back. I want him watching while I pleasure myself. He pants and his cheeks flush a little more. I lick my lips and lean forward, proffering the toy. “Suck it.”
He wraps his lips around it like a professional and cleans the toy off. I pull it from his lips with a little pop and go back to teasing myself with it. The need on his face is too much, so I use the leash to pull him close. Setting the toy aside, I open myself to him again. This time, I do grab him by the hair and shove him between my thighs.
Without the need for instruction, he starts sucking on my labia, then wiggles his tongue against my clit. I squirm against him and press myself into the chaise. The way he sucks on me gets me close to climax again. I want to push him away, but I wait. He laps up the juices from my pussy with long, slow licks. When he grabs my thigh and really digs into me, I push him away.
“Naughty, boy.” Laying back, I use my fingers to work myself into a frenzy. He watches, knowing my climax will not be his to claim tonight. With the right finger wiggle, a gentle touch to my clit, I’m writhing and then climaxing. My entire body tightens and then I feel like a pint of ice cream left out a little too long. Soft and pliable. Free and relaxed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I glance down at my submissive, cock in hand, still hard and ready to go. With a smile, I stand and start walking away.
“Yes, My Lady.” He looks sad that he won’t be getting to orgasm, but he also has a glint in his eye telling me he’s going to put me through hell at the office again tomorrow, just like he did today. I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me so that I can reap the benefits when we return home.

I’ve always had a complicated relationship with sex. I don’t have a terrible past or even a horrible experience I can pin this on. It’s just that it has taken me a LONG time to get to a place where I am able to orgasm. Or even derive any pleasure from sex at all.

I was late in “losing my virginity”. Yes, I put that in quotation marks, because I think it’s such a ridiculous notion. Virginity is a social construct. So let me rephrase that. I didn’t have sex with a partner until I was in my twenties. I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. I was curious about sex—sure—but the right person never came along and then it became such a big deal in my head, so I kept putting it off. I tried masturbation—you can’t really go through university without experimenting at least a little bit—but despite it feeling good, it didn’t feel as amazing as my friends all made it out to be. I even tried sex toys but to no avail. Maybe I existed too much in my own head, or maybe I just needed that special someone.

I met Mike when I had started my first job. He was sweet and gentle and very patient with me. I think he was a bit intimidated that he was my first one. Although why that would be, I can’t understand. I didn’t have anything to compare his exploits to, so he should have been totally confident. We had sex a couple of times and I loved the intimacy of it. I loved feeling his hard cock deep inside me, the weight of his body pinning me down on the bed. I loved his hot kisses on my neck, my breasts. But despite his best efforts, I didn’t come even close to an orgasm. It just didn’t happen for me. I was fine with that, but Mike didn’t stop obsessing over what he had done wrong. It had become a matter of honour for him to try to make me come. So much so that it became an issue in our relationship. I liked Mike, but I didn’t like that he made me feel broken. He kept talking about all the other women he had successfully satisfied, all the orgasms he had dispensed as if a woman’s orgasm was somehow within his control.

Needless to say, we broke up. I didn’t want to feel broken. I wasn’t broken. Not being able to have an orgasm frustrated me, sure, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy sex. I learned my lesson from that experience, though, and during the sexual encounters that followed—with lots of different men—I pretended to be ecstatic with their endeavours. I watched a lot of porn—studied it really—to make sure I was able to fake my pleasure convincingly. And I pulled it off. All the men I slept with loved how vocal I was, how much I loved their dicks, and how much pleasure they gave me. It wasn’t all fake, though. I did love sex. I did love their dicks, I just didn’t orgasm. And that was fine with me. Sexual encounters shouldn’t be defined by how big the orgasm was at the end. For me, an orgasm was never the goal.

That’s not to say that I wasn’t interested in experiencing the pleasure all my friends kept talking about. I started watching female focussed porn, looking at the faces of women when they came for real. I could see their bodies stiffen and their legs shake as the tidal wave of pleasure became too much and nearly drowned them. The more I watched, the more I longed to experience the same feelings. I slowly started becoming as obsessed with finding that pleasure as Mike had been with giving it to me. I read descriptions of orgasms: twitching cunts, puckered nipples, the gush of ejaculation (for the few that were lucky enough to be able to squirt). I read about the electric effects of having one’s clit stimulated, the spongy texture of an engorged G-spot. My fingers tried their best, but to no avail. My clit remained uncaring, my G-spot elusive. Maybe it was just not in the cards for me.

I had all but given up when I met Sofia. Sofia is the most passionate woman I’ve ever known. And not just in a sexual way. She loves life. She treasures the rain as much as she treasures the sun. She loves long walks on the beach, but can equally be happy sitting indoors reading a book. We met when she became my neighbour. I had brought her some flowers as a housewarming gift and she invited me in. From that day we often spent the evenings together: two single women sharing a meal and a few drinks. We talked until deep in the night. I don’t know why she was so keen on hanging out with me: I wasn’t exactly riveting company. But she invited me time and again, saying she loved chatting with me. The feeling was mutual: I loved hearing her stories of adventures she had been on.

As these things often go, we started talking about relationships and from that it’s a small step to sex. Not surprisingly, Sofia had quite a few lovers. She said she loved sex and openly talked about her masturbation habits. I won’t lie: I felt intimidated. I didn’t want to admit to her that I had never had an orgasm, or that I was incapable even of feeling intense pleasure during sex. I didn’t want her to think I was a freak.

One night, after a few glasses of wine, the truth came out. Rather than laugh at me, or express incredulity at my confession, she knitted together her eyebrows and puckered her lips.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

I nodded. Sofia and I had been neighbours for a few months by that point and I had come to think of her more as a friend than a neighbour.

“Lie down and close your eyes.”

I raised my eyebrows but did as she asked.

“I don’t want you to do anything.” Her voice was soft and reassuring. “I just want you to listen to my voice. That’s all. Concentrate on my words and don’t think of anything else.”

I wasn’t sure how this would help me have pleasure during sex, but I was willing to give anything a try.

“Are you comfortable?”

I nodded. I was suddenly nervous and looked over at Sofia, who smiled encouragingly.

“I’m going to sit over here,” she said and took place in the armchair across the room. “I’m going to stay here and I won’t touch you. So just close your eyes and relax.”

“You’re not going to try and hypnotise me, are you?” I asked, suddenly wary. I had heard about that and wanted no part in something that could mess with my mind.

Sofia laughed. “No, nothing like that. I am going to tell you a story, that’s all. And afterwards, we can have a few drinks or you can go home. If it’s not for you, fine, but I want to try this.”

“A story?” I asked. I could hear how sceptical I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t a child anymore who needed a bedtime tale.

Sofia smiled. “Just a story. Now lie back and relax.”

I lay down but relaxing was easier said than done. What kind of story was Sofia going to tell me and how would that help my sex life?

I closed my eyes and exhaled. I could hear Sofia make herself comfortable in the armchair.

“I have a fantasy,” she started. Her voice was barely louder than a whisper. I stopped fidgeting so I could hear her better.

“In this fantasy I’m in the woods. It’s a hot day; very, very hot. I’ve been for a hike, but I’m all sweaty and sticky. The air is still and oppressive. I would kill for a breeze, but the trees are quieter than I have ever heard them. Not a leaf rustles. I can feel the sweat trickle down my chest, between my breasts. My bra is digging into me and my shirt is starting to stick.”

Her voice was soothing, transporting me to the woods. I could feel the heat and I could have sworn I started sweating.

“I’m dying for relief,” Sofia’s voice continues, “but the woods are silent and seemingly endless. Then finally, I spot water up ahead. It’s a river!”

I sighed with happiness and I could feel my body react to the prospect of cooling down. I tried not to think about the effect the story was having on me. I wanted to stay in the fantasy.

“I run to the water and strip off my clothes. I don’t care who sees me, I want to feel the cold water on my skin. I step into the river. It’s deep enough so I can submerge myself completely. I give myself over to the coolness of the water, allowing the current to carry me downstream a little. I open my legs so the water can soothe my hot sex.”

I shifted on the couch, worried at the turn this story is taking. Worried, but also intrigued.

“I finally swim back to where my clothes are, but when I emerge from the water, I see someone there. It’s a man. He watches me get out of the river. I don’t make any attempt to conceal my nakedness. I want him to see me, to feast his eyes on my full breasts, on the drops of water that cling to the triangle of hair between my thighs. He doesn’t say anything as I walk towards him and bend over to pick up my shirt, using it to wipe the water from my face. We both know what will happen next, but I want to take my time. I stretch and the motion lifts my breasts. He needs no further prompting and steps closer to me. I smile and close the gap between us. His hands cup my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. Hot pleasure shoots to my cunt and I tilt my hips towards him.”

Sofia’s voice was still soft, but I felt as if she was shouting. An ache had started between my legs, an unfamiliar sensation that was both uncomfortable and welcome. I realised with a start that my nipples had hardened. I didn’t want to open my eyes, didn’t want to get away from the story. I wanted Sofia to continue. Her voice captivated me and pulled me along.

Sofia paused for a moment and then continued. “The man grabs my hips and pulls me even closer. I can feel his erection against my mound. I don’t waste any time. I fumble with his zipper and then I drag his trousers down. His cock is big and rock hard. He steps out of his trousers and leads me to a rock near the river. He lifts me up and sets me on the rock. I willingly spread my legs for him. My cunt is dripping with desire. He takes his place between my inviting thighs and I wrap my legs around him. His cock finds my entrance and he buries himself deep inside me. I can’t help but gasp as he fills me completely. I rock my hips against him, urging him to take me hard and fast. He gets the message and lifts me slightly so he can penetrate me even deeper. Pleasure fills every fibre of my being as he pounds into me. He tilts his hips so my clit grinds against his pelvic bone. I don’t care who hears me: I scream and moan and beg for him to make me come. He bends his head and sucks my nipples in turn, in a steady pattern that drives me over the edge. I cling to him as I come hard around his cock. He grunts as he pumps his seed deep inside me.

And then it is over. He slides out of me, leaving me sticky and sweaty and achingly empty. Without saying a word, he puts his trousers back on and leaves.”

Sofia stopped talking and I could barely breathe. The ache between my legs was hot and urgent and I wanted to leave. I was embarrassed about my reaction to this story, embarrassed but also excited. I had never felt like this before.

“Open your eyes,” Sofia told me.

I opened them and blinked. I sat up, feeling shaky.

“Do you want to go home?” Sofia asked gently. There was no judgement on her face.

“I do.” My voice was hoarse.

Sofia nodded. I got up from the sofa and grabbed my bag. Suddenly I felt in a rush to be alone, to deal with this ache.

“Speaking out your fantasy aloud can be very powerful,” Sofia said.

I noticed her eyes shone brighter than before and I wondered if she was as turned on as I was. “That was very sexy,” I said. I felt the need to address it somehow.

Sofia nodded. “You should try it yourself sometime. Tell your fantasy, even if it’s just to yourself. Tell the story aloud, and don’t rush it. You need the build-up before the release. Sometimes it takes a long story, which is fine. Enjoy the telling of the fantasy and the rest will follow.”

I kissed her cheek. “Thank you for that.”

Back at home, some of the urgency had left my pussy, but that was all right. I undressed slowly and made myself comfortable on my armchair wearing only my jumper and my panties which were quite damp. I felt a bit silly being alone and being very turned on. At the same time, I wanted to explore this idea further without rushing it.

Not wanting my horniness to leave, I grabbed a book, trying to focus on the story without rushing into anything. I was too afraid that I wouldn’t be able to make myself come, even though I felt different than I had ever felt before.

Unable to concentrate on my book any longer, I put it aside. I got up, a little restless and still very aroused. I sat down again, on a stool this time. Then I took Sofia’s advice. I started telling myself a story. A fantasy I had had but had never given voice to.

“I stand in the kitchen,” I whispered. “A man stands behind me and starts stroking my neck.” I stroked my neck, briefly closing my eyes and imagining it is the man from my fantasy.

The ache in my cunt returned. I stopped feeling silly about whispering to myself and continued my fantasy. I caressed my body, rubbing the soft fabric of my jumper over my breasts. My nipples reacted to the stimulation and I took time exploring how they felt while being rubbed. I kept whispering my fantasy as heat gathered between my legs. I wanted to reach down and rub my pussy, but I was afraid all this was going to be in vain again. I concentrated on the story, listening to my own whispered words. I could feel the man’s cock against me as I caressed myself. I released one breast from my jumper and pinched the nipple. I gasped as pleasure shot through me. My cunt was practically screaming to be touched, so I let my hand wander downwards. My fingers skimmed over the soft fabric of my panties. I gasped at how swollen my sex felt. As I whispered my story, I pulled my panties aside. My cunt was dripping with desire.

I touched my sodden sex, my fingers sliding easily through my slit. When they connected with my clit I couldn’t help but moan. Oh god, that felt so amazing! I finally knew what everyone had been talking about. Sparks of electricity ran from my clit throughout my body.

Take it easy, Sofia had said, so I did. My whispered words made me wetter than I ever could have imagined being. My clit grew under my strumming fingers. I moaned and gasped around my words as wave after wave of the most intense feeling imaginable crashed over me. I slipped a finger inside me. My cunt was tight, hot and wet. I could feel the spongy texture of my G-spot and almost cry with relief. I caressed my cunt, alternating between rubbing my G-spot and my clitoris.

My juices made it easy to slide my fingers over and into my throbbing sex. Tension built inside me—not the tension that comes from the frustration of not getting satisfaction, but another, delicious type of tension. I felt like a dam in which water builds and builds until it can’t withstand the pressure any longer.

I struggled to focus on my story, but I forced myself to continue speaking the words. My story had to end before the dam broke. I slowed my hand, turning my rubs into caresses. Even the gentlest sliding of my fingers increased the pleasure coursing through my body. I settled into a pattern while I whispered the last words of my story: a caress of my clit followed by pressure on my G-spot.

When my orgasm hit me, I was unprepared. Contractions started deep inside me, making my cunt convulse around my fingers. My legs started shaking and a heaviness descended on my limbs. My skin tingled and I felt more relaxed than I ever had in my life. I slumped on the stool, unable to sit upright any longer and gave myself over to the tidal wave of pure ecstasy. Hot liquid gushed over my fingers, soaking the stool beneath me.

When I had finally regained my breath I dragged myself to the sofa. I covered myself with a blanket. I was so happy I had opened up to Sofia about not being able to get an orgasm. The way she had shown me how to seduce myself with my voice had changed my life and I would be forever in her debt.

Before I drifted off to sleep I resolved to spend the next days—weeks—seducing myself by whispering different sexual fantasies I had had. It was going to be fun!

“This has been a life-altering trip.” Sicilia lay on her side on one of the room’s two single beds. She wasn’t exaggerating. They’d talked for a year about going to the Mediterranean together. They were platonic friends—though Sicilia hoped to change that—and had known each other since their first year at University. But even though they were just on day four, she’d already learned quite a few things about her good friend.
Penelope nodded, laying in a pose that mirrored Sicilia’s. “It has! And we have three more days. Do you think you’ll be ready for the party later tonight?” She smiled and licked her teeth. “I think those guys we met last night want us to be there.”
Sicilia wondered if that was a good idea. They’d been out late the night before. Coming back to their comfortable room after lunch had been a good idea. A cool breeze played with the gauzy curtains covering the windows. She should have been ready to take a nap, but she wasn’t. Butterflies moved in her stomach. She thought, not for the first time, about how beautiful her friend was and about the contents of the night stand. She had plans for what lay inside, but she was afraid she would chicken out. Romantic sex that’s what she wanted.
Sicilia watched Penelope’s fingers played over the buttons of her white linen shirt. It was completely open in front revealing her matching blue bra and panty set. The color against her dark skin was breathtaking. She was jealous of Penelope’s darker complexion and of how much the sun loved her.
Sicilia was glad that neither of them were wearing much more than bra and panties. Not only because she could see Penelope nearly naked, but also because she was so turned on right now, if she were wearing clothes she’d burst into flames.
Sicilia was so taken with looking at her friend that she hadn’t answered the question.
As though reading her mind, Penelope continued. “Of course, as handsome as those guys were, we could just stay in. It’s a shame that this room only has single beds and not just one great big, luxurious king.” Penelope tucked one of her dark locks behind her ear. “I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you.”
Sicilia blushed, her pale skin warming at the thought and no doubt turning a few shades pinker. She was pretty sure she understood Penelope correctly, but could you misinterpret that? “We could make one of these small beds work, I think. It just means we’d have to get really close.” Girl on girl sex, she thought to herself.
The pair had kissed a few times on their first night here and there had been passionate petting on the second, but they hadn’t taken it to the next step. Yet. No regrets had been expressed about either incident, but they’d both been drinking each time.
Penelope patted the sheets. “Why not give it a try?”
This time they were both completely sober. Sicilia’s skin tingled and her heart raced. She got up and took the two steps needed to cross the space. She knelt on the sliver of mattress available to her and kissed Penelope softly. It was as magical as it had been that first night. The brunette’s mouth was as generous as any lover could hope for. Full lips and a tongue that Sicilia hoped she’d be feeling on her clit before their outing tonight.
“Mmmmmm.” Penelope moaned and returned the kiss passionately. Her tongue caressed Sicilia’s and then moved to lick her lips.
The kiss was brief, before Sicilia felt the need to break it. “You’re such a talented kisser.” She pushed the white shirt Penelope wore off her shoulder and peeled one lacy bra cup away from the firm breast it barely hid. Penelope’s dark nipple already stood erect and ready to be nibbled. Sicilia sucked it into her mouth and gently tugged with her teeth.
Penelope’s eyes rolled back into her head. She let out a shuddering breath.
“Does that feel good, baby? Are you wet for me?” Sicilia’s hands slid down Penelope’s body and grabbed the lacy thong by the strings hugging her hips.
Penelope’s only answer was a whimper and a nod. She shifted her hips up to allow easier access.
Peeling the thong away from her roommate’s hot pussy allowed the scent to reach Sicilia’s nose. “You are. Oh, good.” She licked her lips and tossed the panties to the floor. Now that the damp lace was out of the way, she took her place between Penelope’s legs.
Penelope spread for her friend and watched as Sicilia gently tongued the smooth, dark skin of her lips. A few shades darker than the surrounding flesh, her labia parted easily, revealing the sweet, pink treasure beyond.
When Sicilia’s two middle fingers slid into the wet heat, it was her turn to moan. She’d fingered herself too many times to count, but taking another woman like this was rare and always startling. She turned her attention to the gorgeous hard clit, sitting up proudly from the surrounding puffy flesh. Penelope tasted even better than she smelled, the subtle sweetness reminding Sicilia of her favorite Riesling—perhaps with a hint of peaches.
Learning another woman’s body—her rhythm, and what it takes to make her come needed more than a handful of days of kisses and flirting, but Sicilia managed to hit a few of the right spots. Before she brought her friend to bliss, though, Penelope sat up.
“I need more.” Dark brown eyes simmered. “I need to fuck you.” Penelope’s gaze moved towards the night stand between their beds.
So she knew about the surprise waiting in the drawer? Sicilia had bought it in a sex shop yesterday. She hoped she’d get to use it on this trip. Her friend must have seen it at some point last night. Smiling, she nodded. “Who am I to disagree with such a request?” She pulled out the strapless strap on—a double ended dildo designed to let one woman fuck another—and hefted it. “You stay just like you are.”
She inserted the shorter end into Penelope’s waiting slit. The sharp angle just above the blue head would cause it to stimulate her G spot while she fucked Sicila. Before that happened, Sicilia closed her lips over the longer “business” end of the toy. She loved giving blow jobs and while her partner couldn’t feel it, the show was erotic and it made Sicilia wetter and hornier than ever.
Sicilia wriggled out of her panties, not wanting to put off what they both needed any more. Her sensitive lips were parted, pouting and dripping with desire. She was ready. So ready. Still, it was a tight fit and she reached around behind her and between her legs to work the dong into her pussy. It stretched her so nicely and she shivered. She suspected, based on Penelope’s own panting, that the toy was doing exactly what it was designed to, transmitting the movements along its length and stroking Penelope’s tight hole.
Knees on either side of Penelope’s hips, she raised and lowered herself. Even though she was as wet as she could ever remember being, there was a drag as the toy massaged her walls. The sensation of fullness and the gorgeous body writhing beneath her made her want to pinch herself. She’d had her share of sexy dreams but this was more fantastic than any of those.
Sicilia’s blue eyes bored into Penelope’s dark brown orbs. Gasping, she grabbed her breasts and teased them, taking out the desire to pinch herself on her nipples. “God, you’re fucking me so good.”
Penelope’s hands stroked Sicilia’s hips and used them to guide her up and down. “You’re gorgeous.” The wet sucking sound as Penelope urged her to move faster reminded her of the bass line from the club last night—a sexy, rhythmic undercurrent to their lovemaking.
Sicilia put her hands on the wall and increased her pace. With Penelope helping her move up and down, faster and faster, she felt her body finally acclimate to the silicone cock. Her natural juices smeared Penelope’s mound and eased their movements. Now she was really able to let herself go. She reached around and grabbed one of her own ass cheeks. Spreading herself open further allowed her to sink deeper onto the glorious cock. Moaning, she teased the tighter hole between her cheeks. What would that cock feel like in her ass? Maybe if she was lucky, she’d find out.
She leaned down to pull Penelope’s mouth to hers. Their tongues slipped and slid as they panted together. Her ass slapped against Penelope’s thighs and she could feel her wetness pool at the base of the now well lubricated cock. Her orgasm began building in the pit of her stomach.
Penelope rubbed Sicilia’s clit in circles and she nodded as her dark eyes smiled. “Come for me.”
Sicilia bounced up and down on the shaft as her thighs began quivering.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Her pussy clamped around the blue toy and she leaned down to capture Penelope’s mouth with hers. They kissed, smearing each other’s faces with saliva.
Shaking, Sicilia dismounted and pulled the strap on out of Penelope’s soaking slit. A thin strand of natural lubrication connected silicone and skin. Turning it in her hands, she licked the sheen of sweetness from the toy’s bulbous head. The idea that only a second ago it had been in her lover’s pussy made her skin tingle. She moaned at the combination of taste, smell, and her own imaginings.
“You’re such a sexy goddess. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” Penelope whimpered, the need in her eyes clear.
Sicilia placed the short end against her slit and teased up and down. She groaned as she slid it inside. It was able to hit a part of her that wasn’t getting any attention earlier.
Penelope sat up and smiled wickedly. “My turn.” She kissed up Sicilia’s long legs and covered the phallus’ head with her mouth.
Sicilia heard her hum as though she’d just tasted something tantalising. No doubt she had.
Part of Sicilia wanted Penelope to pull it out and have her friend’s lips and tongue busy on her pussy again, but watching Penelope use her mouth was somehow more erotic. She watched Penelope’s jaw muscles tense as the muscles of her mouth worked. The tan cheeks hollowed as Penelope really sucked on the pretend cock. Sicilia had never wished before to be a man, but she would have loved to know what having your cock sucked just like this would feel like.
Penelope moved her head from side to side, working down the length of the toy. Finally, once it filled her completely, Penelope nuzzled against the soft skin of Sicilia’s mound. The dildo must have been hitting the back of her throat, but she didn’t make any gagging noises and let it stay there. This might have been her first time with this sort of toy, but it must have been far from the first time she’d had to suppress her gag reflex.
Finally, she backed off a couple of inches and breathed through her nose. Then she kept at it, seemingly determined to give as good a show as she had received.
Sicilia smiled down at Penelope. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?” Now she could see how good the tugging and moving felt. It stimulated her G-spot nicely. She couldn’t wait to see how much more that would be the case when she fucked her friend. How would they do it? Would she push into Penelope from behind? Maybe climb on top of her?
The question was answered when Penelope moved her mouth away from the cock with once last pop of suction and kissed Sicilia’s stomach in a line up to her breasts. Then she squatted over the blue toy and lowered herself onto it, using one hand to guide it in. She sighed when her lips brushed Sicilia’s skin.
Sicilia watched this gorgeous woman move up and down on the slick member. It was no wonder Penelope had such a shapely ass. Thanks to a mirror on the wall, she could watch the muscles in her legs and derriere stand out with the effort, but there was no sign of discomfort. If she thought this whole experience was hot before, watching their bodies moved in the silvered glass was even more erotic. She wished she’d had a camera to record this with.
Penelope moved up and down slowly, squatting and thrusting forward a little so the toy would hit the front wall of her pussy as she fucked herself on Sicilia’s toy.
Sicilia let her head drop back and she groaned. She thrust her own hips a little to meet Penelope’s squats. The whole effort put just enough rhythmic pressure on Sicilia’s G spot to send shivers up and down her whole body.
When she looked up, Penelope had leaned back and was supporting herself on her hands. Sicilia could see from the way her breasts were heaving and the sound of her squeals that the intensity of the change in pressure must be hitting just the spot for her too. The only downside of the fake nature of their shared cock was she couldn’t feel if her partner was any closer to orgasm.
There was only one way to be sure. Sicilia reached a hand out and slid her fingers up and down on either side of Penelope’s clit. The soft, smooth skin felt incredible. The twitching under her fingers confirmed that the convulsions of an orgasm weren’t far away. She moved her fingers in an even rhythm.
“God that feels so good.” Penelope sat back up and began bouncing up and down. “Need to see. See your eyes.”
The cock slid out, so Sicilia helped her get it back in quickly. She didn’t want Penelope to lose rhythm. She supported her thighs to take some of the pressure off of them. “Come for me, baby.” She reached up and peeled down Penelope’s shirt and eased the bra straps off her shoulders. She knew she loved having her breasts played with when she was close.
“So close.” Penelope groaned out her words.
Sicilia loved how different Penelope’s nipples looked and felt under her fingers. “You’re a dream come to life.”
Penelope started to twitch and grabbed Sicilia’s shoulders, pinning her down. “Coming.” She whispered through gritted teeth.
Sicilia could see her friend’s stomach rippling and the muscles in her thighs quivered. “Yes, sweetheart.”
Penelope slowed her thrusts and came to her knees. The cock still buried in her quivering flesh, she panted. “Fuck me, that was amazing.”
Sicilia stroked her cheek. “You’re amazing.”
“I need to taste you.” Penelope pulled her bra cups back up and slid the straps over her shoulders. Pulling the toy out of her friend’s pussy, she licked it clean, and sat it to one side. Once she settled down between Sicilia’s thighs, she kissed and nibbled the smooth skin there, and worked slowly up to the sensitive labia.
Sicilia shivered as her lover’s tongue swept over the damp flesh of her thighs. Biting her lip, she cupped her breasts and ran her thumbs over the pink buds. She hissed with pleasure as she felt Penelope part her lips.
Dark hair brushed Sicilia’s thighs as Penelope’s head moved back and forth. Sicilia watched in the mirror again as Penelope’s hands cupped her ass and lightly scratched it with her nails.
Sicilia worked hard not to move. Penelope was doing an incredible job with her fingers and tongue, but she needed some guidance. Rather than moving her body, Sicilia reached down and held Penelope’s head. The smallest of adjustments soon had Sicilia on the cusp of her own orgasm.
Satisfied that Penelope knew where and how to move her tongue, Sicilia moved her hands back up her body, stroking her stomach and finally reaching her breasts. Just as she began pulling hard at her nipples, she felt Penelope’s fingers push into her. The fullness was startling, considering how slender Penelope’s fingers were. It was better than the silicone cock, touching places in her that the toy wasn’t able to.
“Oh yes, baby. Just like that.” Sicilia’s high pitch was almost a whine. Penelope’s lips closed over her clit and the gentle suction had her arching her feet and rubbing them up and down Penelope’s back, stroking the warm skin. Her sopping wet pussy clamped around Penelope’s long slender fingers and she closed her eyes, welcoming the light show behind them.
She pressed her feet against the upper curve of Penelope’s ass and pushed hard against her new lover’s mouth. She felt a little fluid gush from between her labia and heard Penelope slurp it up. Her cries echoed off the wall of their room and no doubt were audible to anyone standing beneath their window.
Penelope’s hands stroked Sicilia’s legs and stomach. Butterfly kisses rained over Sicilia’s body until Penelope lay beside her. She put her arms around her lover and kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her own arousal on Penelope’s tongue and lips. Salt, sweet, and musk made her mouth water even more which made their kisses deeper and more passionate.
Sicilia moved one hand to the front of Penelope’s body and caressed her breasts as their tongues worked in unison. Moans and sighs were exchanged as freely as the kisses and slowly, the new couple relaxed in one another’s arms. The breeze from outside dried the sweat on their skin.
“It looks like we won’t be seeing those guys tonight.” Sicilia murmured into her lover’s neck.
Penelope nodded lazily. “Their loss.” Her breathing slowed and grew more regular.
Sicilia smiled and nuzzled into the crook of Penelope’s neck. It looked like she wasn’t the only one who was worn out. She let her eyes flutter closed and soon sleep overtook them from the sweetest of exhaustion.

As the whippy end of the crop rained blows on the curved flesh of my buttocks, upturned and tilted for his pleasure and easy access, I began to enter subspace, drifting away from the harsh bite of leather against my flesh, I became wrapped in a blanket of endorphins, losing myself in submission and obedience. I often felt drunk from serving Edward, prostrating myself to his desires and debasements, my slit got wet simply hearing him groan or gasp with arousal.

I remembered when I first set eyes on Edward, at a party with my friends. I stood with two girls, also models, while foolish men sharked around, fawning over us to keep drinks flowing or tempt us with tidbits of amusing conversation. Not Edward; he stood to one side drinking champagne and observing. I felt the weight of his stare so I gave him a haughty look then ignored him. Except that I couldn’t seem to deny his presence, a power emanated from him which drew my glance his way, but I was discreet. After about an hour I noticed him leave, and suddenly the party felt pointless, no need to pout or strike poses to show my curves to their best advantage. Just then our hostess came to me and whispered:

“Edward is ready to take you home now.”

What? I was dumbstruck! I asked her who Edward was, she described him as the art dealer who had been observing me. His arrogance astounded and angered me. Yet I felt a disturbing clench in my pussy to be ordered about by a total stranger, it was a sexual fantasy of mine. My hostess vouched for his good character and told me where he lived, which I recognised as a swanky part of town. I was intrigued where this might lead, so I told my friends I had a headache and left, collecting my coat and heading down onto the street, where Edward’s luxury car purred at the kerb.

That night I discovered my true self had always craved light BDSM, being commanded and domineered. Some people find me arrogant and cold. My nickname on the modelling circuit is the Ice Maiden, not just because of my platinum blonde hair and porcelain skin. My emotions seem really damped down, I don’t get angry I get irritated, I don’t laugh, rather I smile. Edward flicked a switch in me when he drove me to his home – he barely talked to me in the car despite devouring me with smouldering eyes. My confidence wavered under his scrutiny, yet my nipples pebbled with desire. My stomach swirled with nerves while my panties clung to my moistening, swollen labia.

Inside the impressive lobby of his townhouse, Edward removed my coat and prowled round me, his face haughty, his eyes like coals. He unzipped my dress, his fingers delivering goosebumps as they brushed the smooth skin on my back when he pushed the straps from my shoulders the heavy silk fabric pooled around my feet. I stood like a statue in my 10 denier black hold-ups and Agent Provocateur knickers, knowing that my 4” heels showcased my legs and rear. I didn’t cover my breasts, flaunting myself in front of this enigmatic man seemed part of a selection process, and my body is my best asset.

“Come” was all he said, before turning on his heel and walking ahead.

I followed without question. As I walked I was very aware of the moisture slicking the tops of my thighs. This was unusual, men usually fell at my feet but I tired quickly of their fawning and neediness. This reversed power dynamic with Edward had my stomach churning with nerves while my sex pulsed with rampant hormones.

Edward showed me into a stark room, decorated in the softest grey, on its walls hung huge black and white photos, each more obscene than the next. Sex acts and body parts: Fellatio zoomed to such a close-up I could identify the taste-buds on the woman’s tongue, butt cheeks straining to accommodate the largest dildo I’d ever seen, a lithe woman on her hands and knees adorned with rabbit ears and a fluffy-tail butt plug performing cunnilingus. My eyes widened with shock even as my pussy pulsed, juices oozing out.

Edward commanded me to sit, so I sank onto a padded ottoman, meanwhile, he opened several drawers, returning with a selection of collars. Some were fancy with diamante trim, one looked victorian with velvet and lace underlaying the leather, but the one which caught my eye was wide and black. The buckle on it was oversized and shone bright, the ring at its centre was round and hung down like a door knocker.

“I sense a need in you Ria,” Edward spoke earnestly, his eyes holding my gaze and not wavering. “You long to surrender control. With me as your master, you would want for nothing and your desire to obey would be fulfilled. I collect beautiful things, I would like to add you to my collection. What are your thoughts?”

My heart beat staccato in my chest, my breasts trembled in time with its thuds. My pussy ached and my clit was swollen, just from being around Edward, feeling admired by him by and the challenge he was offering me. I tilted my chin proudly.

“Will I be one of many? I won’t be part of a harem!”

Edward chuckled, “No Ria, I will be your master and you will be my sub, boyfriend and girlfriend with the skewed power dynamic, but I may invite playmates sometimes. We will visit a club where I’m a member to show you off. I will train you in the ways that please me. However, you would be free to leave, after giving me notice or I could terminate our partnership in the same way – pleasure is like a business to me.”

So I agreed and chose the collar which appealed to me, the wide black one to make my neck look slender and delicate. Edward fastened it before laying me back on the ottoman to lick and suck at my pussy until I was mewling with desire and longing to cum. He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them, they landed on the floor in a little wet heap!

“You will no longer wear underwear unless I allow it,” he told me sternly, I nodded and bit my lip. He had two fingers sunk deep into my gaping hole and he set about teasing the ridged front of my pussy wall, stroking my g-spot until I was clawing at the upholstery.

Edward released the fastening on his trousers so his cock sprang free, tumescent with desire and glistening at its tip. I think I began to cum as he presented it at the entrance to my slit, pulsing and throbbing as it sank into my wet heat, something I know not to do nowadays. All my orgasms are now his to command, Edward tells me when my pleasure can be released, I find I’m so grateful for this control making my satisfaction even greater. I’ll admit the challenge of orgasm control has been my hardest lesson to learn.

My consciousness snapped back into the moment, I was positioned on the sofa with my head down and my bottom tilted up. My spanking had evolved into stroking and teasing, Edward trailed the looped end of the crop between my legs, teasing my vulva which was visibly swollen with desire. Tonight Edward had dressed me in a black lace bra with stockings and suspenders. I wore a silky black g-string and sheer black stockings and for the first time, he had clipped a lead to the ring of my collar. It was heavy, its shiny links cold and unforgiving against my skin, but I felt anchored and safe from its pressure on my collar. I felt owned by Edward and I knew he loved me.

As he kissed each buttock, suitably warmed and pink from my earlier spanking, I groaned with lust, arching up to part them and welcome him in. After a moment, the thong was removed and he was licking and sucking at me, his tongue probed deep into my slit, making me crave more, more – I can never get enough.

Edward dropped his jeans and his hard cock sprang free, which I sensed rather than saw because I remained facing forward while he nestled it between my labia, then he started to fuck me doggy style, his hardness sliding into me with ease. I was running with juices at the thought of being used, his repeated tugs on my collar provided reminders of the bliss of my submission to him. His strokes were long and deep, I groaned with satisfaction, riding a wave of pleasure which radiated out urging me to spread my legs while my nipples tingled.

With a tug at my collar, Edward asserted himself, pulling me around. I gazed up at him, drunk on lust, he loves to edge me and I am happy to be his obedient fuck-toy.

“Suck” he commanded.

I willingly opened my mouth wide to swallow his length deep into my throat. Without using my hands I sucked and bobbed on his cock, which was ramrod straight and coated with the tang of my juices. Since being with Edward I’ve learned to delight in the taste of my own fluids. I have also had my tongue pierced, which increases his pleasure when I fellate him, the hardball massages his helmet and frenulum while I lave him with my eager tongue. Pre-cum was flowing copiously now so I swallowed his salty fluid, a reward for my efforts.

Edward drew me up by the collar, locking me in his gaze. He bent to possess my mouth – I could float away with happiness when we connect like this. My pussy juices were drooling tracks down my thighs while the ache in my breasts made them heavy and highly sensitive, but I may not touch myself unless Edward allowed it.

Still holding my lead he reclined on the sofa and encouraged me to straddle him, reverse cowgirl. I continued to fellate him while my position allowed him to give me cunnilingus. As his talented tongue buried itself between the folds of my labia I grew dizzy with desire.

“Dirty girl!” he groaned proudly as he lapped at the extent of my arousal, and I preened at his praise while spreading my legs wide for easy access. The cold links of the chain brushed across my hardened nipples and the wide leather strap pressed against my throat as I panted with excitement, drawing in its scent of leather

I bent my head to the happy task of sucking Edward’s dick, which was even more swollen than when I began. My hollowed cheeks captured its girth in their firm grip while I sucked it down to the balls and up to the tip, repeating the motion until I felt him moan into my pussy.

Another tug on my collar indicated I was required to change positions again, I hovered my soaking pussy above his engorged member waiting for his command.

“Take it Ria, take it all!” That was my cue to sink onto his girth with a grunt of pleasure and a thrilling stretch to my cunt.

As I rose and fell on his cock, Edward held my thigh back firmly, stretching my pussy lips while he guided my speed and pace. I longed to thrum my clit, it was an incessantly burning beacon, which to ignore was torture, but a fuck-toy knows her place and I can never cum without his permission. His pressure on my lead slowed my riding rhythm to a stop, so I ground my pudenda on his cock, tightening my pussy while making swivels of my hips. These sent sparks of sensations to my nipples and anus, which made an ever-tightening triangle of desire with my pussy, all my erogenous zones hummed and crackled like electric pylons in the rain. I knew I’d pleased my master when he used the leather loop of the lead to make stinging slaps on my straining clit. Starbursts of delightful sensation pulsed outwards and threatened to tip me over the precipice of pleasure, despite my determination not to climax.

At last Edward pressed me back into the sofa and possessed me. Lying over me he fucked me hard while pulling my legs apart. I grunted and gasped, feeling not just filled but dominated as he bored into me, hard and roughly, his raw power evident in every nuance of how he fucked me. He constantly tugged the lead connected to my collar, I could never forget that he was the masterful one while my function is to please him, but I never want this to change, as it adds a dimension of pure abandon to my sexuality. With Edward in charge, I ’m free to spin out of control, to let my emotions unravel as if my head might explode because I know he will keep me anchored and safe. I am owned, I am his. Still, as he pressed my leg up to stretch my pussy tight I wondered how he knows exactly what I need when I need it.

I groaned and cried out, Edward’s increased tempo hinted that his moment to cum was drawing near, and as he fucked me harder and deeper I imagined feeling hot spurts of his ejaculate filling me up. When Edward used me as his cum-slut I was equally as happy as the times when he forced orgasms from me, holding a powerful wand vibe at my clit to make the ache and the burn of lust and climactic release burst over me repeatedly, like fireworks in a display.

In fact, Edward using me as a cum-slut made me happier, because it usually meant more play to follow. I hoped that later he would fasten the spreader bar between my legs and challenge me not to let his jism dribble out of my body. My pelvic muscles are stronger than they were when I came to live with Edward, but when he combines this bondage with licks and sucks at my clit I imagine a tentacle latched onto my nub, and I’m unable to resist cumming hard with my own release of salty fluid.

As I daydreamed about finally being allowed my own happy ending, Edward pulled me up onto my knees by the lead attached to my wide black collar. I knew what he wanted because I wanted it too – I opened my mouth wide, looking up at him with gratitude and love. No longer the Ice Maiden. I wanted my master to fuck my face so I sucked and licked at him, savouring my own sweet juices which coated his pulsating member. Using my hand to pump his foreskin up and down I held my mouth open wide, ready to receive his seed. I maintained my grasp and twist action, feeling the heft of his member pulse in my fist until ropes of pearly jism spurted from its tip. Not a drop of Edward’s cum should be spilt. Holding my mouth open wide, I swallowed it all down like a good slut. When Edward kissed me, still holding me tightly by my collar and lead, I couldn’t have been happier.