Holiday Kink

Even when he came, shooting inside me hotly, I trembled. I think I was still orgasming when I finally passed out from exhaustion.

Chapter Five

A latex flog he held tight in one meaty fist

He whirled it quite expertly and flicked its sharp tips.

With a broad hairy chest and a muscled hard belly,

He tensed when he slapped asses soft as jelly.

He was thick, he was rigid, a right hunk of a man,

And I creamed when I saw him all over my hand.

A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,

Soon made me know I should definitely dread.

I woke up late on Boxing Day with a smile. Who wouldn’t with the way my Christmas Day ended up panning out? I wanted to sing and dance with joy. I also wanted to find Andrew and see what other sexual surprises he had in store. It still blew me away that my husband of over twenty years had not only accepted my fantasy, he’d actually gone for instruction to help me fulfill them. How many men would have the balls to do that? It made me wonder, having gone to a BDSM club already-I still couldn’t believe he’d done that before me-if he would be willing to go again so that I could experience it. Maybe even indulge in a little three-way action. While the previous day’s minor anal play had been a first for me, I fantasized about a two-man fuck. How would it feel to have a cock in my cunt while another fucked my ass, my body sandwiched helplessly between two men? The thought was enough to make me horny, especially knowing Andrew would share it with me.

Showering my sticky body, I ran my hands over my sensitized skin. Who said a gal required youth to feel like a sexual being? With age came confidence and maturity, and I knew I was sexier now in my forties than ever before. I walked back into the bedroom wearing only a towel, a small one, which just managed to make it around my breasts and barely covered my bottom. Unfortunately Andrew wasn’t in the room to appreciate it.

On the bed I found a note.

Hello my sexy little sub,

Did I forget to mention your Christmas present has two parts?

You will spend the afternoon at the spa. Not only will you get a massage, but I expect your pussy to be rendered bald-and tasty. I’ve got a surprise for dinner so when you return you will wear the outfit I will lay out later on the bed. Once dressed, you will take yourself to the dining room and lie down on the table for the second part of your gift.

Disobedience will result in punishment, while obedience will reward you with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

Sir

I went faint with arousal and sat down hard on the bed. My husband-the sexual deviant and torturer. I loved him more than ever and wished I could speed up the day and make it dinner time already. I will admit though that the idea of a massage and pampering appealed to me. The note contained the address and an appointment time for my favourite spa place. I grabbed a quick bite-unfortunately not the sausage I craved. I was disappointed Andrew seemed to have disappeared. The naughty man, did he know I planned to jump him if I found him? It was probably a good thing he’d kept himself out of temptation’s reach.

I spent my time at the spa in a state of mild arousal and anticipation. I blushed when the attendant waxed my cunt clean, sure she could smell and see my horny state. But she was a professional and said not a word. A shame because a naughty part of me hoped she’d cop a feel.

Back home, I peeked around looking for my husband who was still MIA. Upstairs in our bedroom, I gasped when I saw the outfit he’d left for me to wear. Or should I say not wear. I’m not sure the skimpy fabric could even qualify as clothing. It was not only sheer, but didn’t actually cover anything pertinent. How decadent.

Lifting the outfit from the bed and putting it on, I found another note held down by the anal beads he’d given me the day before.

Hello my sweet sub,

Ready for part two? Now that you’re dressed, I want you to put the beads in your ass, one by one, but do not masturbate. As you’re doing it, think about me pulling them out later and replacing them with my cock. Oh yes my little slave, I’m going to fuck your sweet virgin ass, ride you hard as I pull your hair. Think about that as you ready yourself for me.

Sir

Okay, Andrew was trying to kill me-with pleasure. I didn’t have to touch myself for my channel to quiver in excitement. My hot juices soaked my cleft. I lay on my back and ran the beads against my moist lips, lubing them. It wasn’t easy, I had to tuck my bent legs to my chest, but I managed to pop the cold pebbles into my ass. The discomfort was less than I would have expected. Done, I stood up, highly aware of the foreign objects in my ass. The jury was out on whether I liked it or not. Definitely strange, and considering how tight my anus was, I had to wonder how the hell Andrew’s cock would fit. Then again, a part of me looked forward to the pain.

Aroused and dressed like a sex kitten, I made my way downstairs. Soft music played on the main floor and the drapes were all drawn. My lamps were on, but had been draped with red veils, turning my familiar home into a pleasure den. His attention to ambiance astonished me. Another thing he’d obviously learned at the hands of the master-submissive pair he’d met.

The dining table gleamed in the flicking light of candles set along my wooden buffet. I hopped up onto its cold surface, the flimsy material of my outfit riding up so that my bare ass cheeks rested on the tabletop. I wonder if I’m the main course? I bit back a giggle as I wondered how one cleaned ass prints and sex juices off wood.

“Lie down.”

Andrew’s voice came from behind me, his commanding tone sending shivers down my spine. I lay on the table like a good girl, gasping at the cool surface against the skin of my back.

“Close your eyes.”

Oh, the thrill of being ordered. I did as he bid me, my breathing already coming faster.

“Hold your arms out.”

Stretching them out, I gasped when I felt the familiar weight of the shackles binding me. Eyes shut tight, I could only hear the faintest whisper of sound as Andrew went around the table attaching me spread eagle and exposed. My pussy throbbed, the wetness of my arousal seeping from me like a fount of honey. The cooler air tickled my moist flesh and made me shiver delightfully.

Fabric covered my eyes. Startled I opened them but found myself blind as he deftly tied the blindfold in place. I panicked a little, tugging at my bonds and thrashing my head. For some reason closing my eyes didn’t freak me; I knew I could open them if I wanted to. But to be rendered sightless heightened my vulnerability-and my sense of awareness. I heard harsh breathing, the ragged sound coming from me.

“Andrew?” Surely that plaintive voice wasn’t me?

“Have you forgotten already what name to call me?”

Just hearing his voice calmed me and some of the tenseness left me. “Sorry, Sir.”

Andrew chuckled, a low, teasing sound to match the tickling fingers he ran up from stomach to my breasts. “Don’t forget again my sweet slave. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir. Butterfly.”

“Good girl. Now enough talk. I want you to feel.”

I bit my lip so as to not blurt ‘Feel what?’ I learned quickly enough. A hot drop of liquid hit my stomach and I sucked in a breath. Like a molten rain shower, fiery sprinkles splattered against my skin, cooling quickly and turning stiff. Wax. Andrew was pouring melted wax over me, something I’d written about in my notebook and which he’d obviously read. I cried out when he spilled a larger amount over my straining nipples. Indescribable. Painful yet arousing. Being unable to see amplified the sensation, especially since I couldn’t see where he’d strike next. A