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Stories by Robert Anthony

2017 - V.I.P.  NEW!
2017 - Ready to Play  NEW!
2017 - Once a Month - Part 3
2017 - A Broken Marriage Redefined
2017 - A Parting Gift?  
2017 - Slutty Penny
2017 - Jessica at the Finishing School 
2017 - Katrina Enjoys Her Cuckold Slave 

2016 - Do You Think I'm Evil?

2015 - Girls Talk
2015 - Frustration
2015 - Punishing Scott's Balls

2014 - Once a Month - Part Two
2014 - Strap-On Submission
2014 - Daniel Strokes for his Mistress

2013 - Katherine's New Game

2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part One
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Two
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Three
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Four

2011 - A New Approach to an Old Problem
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH1
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH2
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH3
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH4
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH5
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH6
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH7
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH8
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH9
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH10
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH11
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH12
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH13
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH14
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH15
2011 - Oliver Accepts His Place
2011 - Once a Month
2011 - The Conversation
2011 - The Next Step
2011 - Thirty Seven Days

2010 - A Game of Tease and Denial
2010 - A Game with Dice
2010 - More Fun with Dice
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH1
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH2
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH3
2010 - The Longest Week
2010 - The Twelfth Day

2009 - By Invitation
2009 - Option 'A' or 'B'

2008 - Submission Time Again
2008 - The Anniversary

2006 - Owned! - CH1
2006 - Owned! - CH2
2006 - Owned! - CH3
2006 - Owned! - CH4
2006 - Owned! - CH5
2006 - Owned! - CH6
2006 - Owned! - CH7
2006 - Owned! - CH8

2003 - You'll Get Your Reward
2003 - Your Choice

1999 - Domination at Home
1999 - Mistress Claudia's Cumslut


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V.I.P. (Written August 2017)

Stacey was one of those girls… wherever she went she got attention, from guys and girls alike. The guys because they wanted to fuck her, the girls mostly because they wanted her to stay the fuck away from their men, although a few of them wanted to fuck her as well… if they were honest.

But for the most part Stacey was actually a good girl, she’d been in a relationship with her boyfriend Dean for eight months and she loved him. The only time she’d nearly slipped up was one night when she’d been drinking and Dean was in a funny mood with her. She’d bumped into an old boyfriend at the club they were at and she was tempted to revisit his big cock.

Nothing happened in the end, she came to her senses and made a joke of it, Lewis was a grade one arsehole at the end of the day, big cock or not, and besides she loved Dean. But all the same the encounter sowed the seeds of dissatisfaction…

Dean wasn’t ‘small’ by any means, his cock was on the upside of average, just about, and once Stacey got used to the difference it was fine. Sometimes she missed having a big cock to play with, especially when she was sucking Dean’s meat, but, she told herself, Lewis was a dick with a big dick and she was better off without him.

One Saturday Dean and Stacey travelled down to London to see a singer that Stacey liked, well… liked was an understatement… she was mildly obsessed with the guy. Michael Stone was hot, no doubt. A mixed race guy standing six-four with a six pack and shoulders like a football player, even Dean could see why Stacey fantasized about him, along with the other three or four thousand women present at the gig no doubt…

As usual, the queue for the show at the Brixton Academy went around the block, finishing right back near the entrance. It took around 40 minutes for them to snake around the building and approach the entrance and as they got nearer Dean noticed some security guys walking up and down looking at the waiting punters, ‘trying to spot potential troublemakers’ he thought to himself.

After a few moments one of the security guys approached and spoke to Stacey.

“VIP tickets…?”

“Huh?” said Stacey as she turned to look at the guy. “No, sorry.”

The guy realised she’d misunderstood.

“No, I’m giving them to you. Who are you here with?”

Stacey turned and pointed to Dean, the security guy glanced at him and smiled.

“No problem,” he said, handing two laminates marked ‘VIP Area Access’ to the girl and then wandering off down the line.

Stacey was ecstatic and beamed happily at Dean. Dean smiled back, but felt just a little uneasy…

---

The show was excellent, and even though it wasn’t really Dean’s cup of tea he enjoyed it and enjoyed Stacey’s euphoria. As the show drew to a close the couple headed over to the side of the stage and the door marked ‘VIP Areas’. Once they were on the other side of the door they found a smaller room with music playing, low lighting and about 100 other people – mainly good looking girls, Dean noticed. In fact he was almost the only guy in the room... and strangely the guys that were in there were the ones with the hottest girls. 

On the right hand side of the room was a free bar and the two of them decided to take advantage, indeed, within an hour Stacey had downed four glasses of champagne and a couple of vodka shots. Dean was a little more restrained, and kept looking at his watch, mindful of the last train home.

About 12:30am the security guy who had given them the passes walked past then stopped and came back, looking her up and down. She was just Michael’s type he thought, long dark hair, short black skirt, high heels and a tight top that her fleshy tits were straining to burst out of… perfect.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.”

Stacey smiled at him drunkenly.

“You having a good time?”

“Amazing,” beamed the girl.

“Cool… listen, Michael asked me to give you this.”

Stacey looked down and saw in his hand another laminate, she reached out and took it and looked back up. The security guy pointed at a red door to the left of the bar and disappeared before she could say anything.

“Oh my God…. Oh my God… Oh my God,” Stacey said about a hundred times.

Dean was wary, but put on a brave face… this felt all kind of wrong to him.

Stacey drained her fifth champagne and dragged Dean towards the red door, where they were greeted by two huge security guys. Stacey offered her pass and one of the guys immediately opened the door for her and waved for her to go through. Stacey took a step forward, but before Dean could even move the other guard stuck out his hand to block his entrance.

“You got a pass?”

Dean looked up at the guy hopelessly.

“No pass, no entry…. Sorry.”

Stacey turned to try and reason with the guard but he wasn’t having any of it.

“No pass, no entry,” he repeated three times. Civil, but unwavering.

Stacey looked imploringly at Dean, who felt helpless. He knew how badly she wanted to meet her idol, and if he stopped her she would resent him big time. But he couldn’t deny he was worried about letting her go in there on her own. For all he knew Michael might not even be here, he was probably back at his hotel banging some girl and snorting coke off her ass... what if there was some stage hand back there waiting to take advantage of a drunk girl?

"Please babe,” she begged. 

Dean was stuck between a rock and a hard place and looked again at the security guys, but they were unmoved by his plight, they probably went through this every night and they did not care one way or the other, if you had a pass you came in or you didn’t, whatever.

As they stood there a pair of pretty girls came to the door, presented their passes and were ushered inside. This made Dean feel slightly better and also made his position slightly unreasonable.

“See, there’s other girls in there too, it’s not just me.”

Dean’s face looked pained.

“Okay…” he said, he wasn’t happy, but he knew he was beaten.

Stacey leaned forward and kissed him sloppily on the mouth and then turned and went through the red door.

As soon as she was through the door the security guy closed the door and resumed his position, arms crossed, staring at Dean a tiny smirk beginning to form at the corner of his mouth.

Dean looked at the door for a few seconds more and then turned and walked away.

---

Inside the inner sanctum Stacey found a smaller room again, with even lower lighting. There were about ten girls in there, all of them gorgeous and there over in one corner she saw Michael dancing with one girl Stacey had spotted earlier in the crowd. 

Seeing him so close Stacey almost stumbled and stuck out a hand to steady herself on her high heels. Watching Michael with this other girl made her feel bizarrely jealous and she found herself staring at them as if she was watching another girl making out with her boyfriend.

After a little while Michael caught her eye and smiled, but continued dancing with the other girl. Stacey felt a little odd watching them now, but continued until Michael eventually came towards her.

Even with her massive heels Michael towered over her and Stacey felt completely giddy in his presence.

“Hi,” said Michael. “I’m Mike, are you on your own tonight?”

Stacey couldn’t speak for a moment but then managed to string a few words together.

“I’m with my fiance, but he’s out there…”

Michael smiled and took her arm.

“Aaah, you’re very pretty…” he said fishing for a name.

“Stacey… thank you,” she slurred slightly.

“Let’s get a drink.”

Michael led her to the corner of the room where a selection of drinks were stacked on shelves and in a fridge. He poured her a glass of champagne and led her out of the room and into a smaller darker room with a sofa and a table littered with candles. They sat down and Stacey dropped her phone and bag onto the table, feigning interest in their conversation, while she stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized.

The conversation gradually petered out and ground to a halt and Michael leaned towards her as if to whisper something, but instead gently placed his lips on Stacey’s neck. Stacey shuddered and turned her head towards him, their lips locking together as she pulled him close.

---

Outside in the smaller VIP room the other girls talked amongst themselves, casting glances at the door which Michael and ‘that other girl’ had disappeared through. 

While outside in the main room Dean sat staring motionless at the red door, occasionally catching the security guards eye and trying to stare them out. After about twenty minutes Dean approached the door and asked how much longer he was going to have to wait.

“Depends,” said one of the guys.

“On what?” asked Dean, fearing he already knew the answer.

The security guard shrugged and caught the other guy’s eye. They laughed loudly and then resumed their standard poker-faced security guard poses.

“Fucking pricks,” said Dean under his breath as he walked back to his stool. 

Suddenly the obvious answer sprang into Dean’s head. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and rang Stacey’s number.

---

Stacey’s phone buzzed loudly on the table, turning slowly as it vibrated. But Stacey didn’t hear it, or didn’t want to hear it. Her complete focus was on Michael, who was kissing her deeply while gently squeezing her ample breasts. Soon his hand moved lower and as she felt his fingers on the inside of her thigh Stacey groaned into his mouth and opened her legs, offering herself to him willingly.

Michael’s hand slid higher, under the girl’s skirt and gently teased her pussy through her panties. Stacey was writhing beneath him and reached down to grope his cock. Her fingers found it and again she groaned into his mouth, and this time he responded in kind.

Michael’s cock was hard, and Stacey wanted it inside her. She pushed him back and sank down onto the floor between his legs, tugging at his belt and fly. She pulled his black trousers down and gazed at the impressive bulge in his boxer shorts. She looked up to see him watching her then reached out and pulled the soft material down to expose his thick, hard prick.

As she pulled his underwear down Michael’s huge cock sprang up and batted her on the cheek. Stacey lunged forward, greedily engulfing the head of his cock with her lips. Michael’s cock was just a fraction longer than her ex Lewis’s, but so much thicker. It filled her mouth and she struggled to get past the first three inches. She was so focused on forcing it into her mouth that she was completely oblivious to what Michael was doing above her. 

As they moved he had grabbed Stacey’s phone from the table and was now filming her sucking his cock. He’d already taken a couple of photos, and between her lust for his cock and her drunkenness Stacey was completely oblivious.

Michael let her suck him for a while then shut off the phone and put it out of the way. He leant down and pulled her up to him, kissing her and tasting his meat on her lips. He slid his hand between her legs and roughly pulled her knickers down.

“You want my cock?” he growled.

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want my fucking cock,” he urged.

“I want your big cock in me,” Stacey groaned.

“Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy… I want your hard cock in my pussy,” she whimpered breathlessly.

“In your cunt, say you want me in your cunt.”

“I want it in my cunt…. Please, please fuck my cunt.”

Michael pushed the girl on to her front over the arm of the sofa, pushed her skirt up over her ass and pulled her panties off completely. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket and then moved behind her, his cock throbbing in his hand as he rubbed it up and down her slit. She was completely drenched, but it was still a tight fit as he forced the tip between her lips.

Stacey moaned loudly as she felt her pussy being stretched like she’d never felt before. Lewis was big, but this was so much more intense. She loved the feeling of Michael’s huge cock breaking her in all over again and soon she was pushing back against him, wanting him deeper and deeper.

“Fuck me,” she grunted, “fuck me hard.” 

“Yeah,” Michael growled, “you like my big cock in your slutty little cunt don’t you…?”

“Yes…” Stacey murmured her agreement.

“You’re so tight, I guess your boyfriend isn’t packing like I am, huh?”

Reality hit Stacey, but she didn’t stop. Images of Dean flashed through her mind, but she pushed back harder, wanting him deeper, she loved Dean but she needed Michael’s cock. It wasn’t love it was just cock, she needed this so badly.

“Don’t stop… I love it, I love your big cock in me so much!”

Michael picked up the pace and slammed his length into her, his balls slapping against her clit.

“I’ve missed this so much,” she groaned.

Michael smiled and eased up a little, maybe there was more fun to be had with this one. He placed his hands on her ass and parted her cheeks exposing her pink little hole. His thumb slid across and just teased it a little bringing a lustful plea from between Stacey’s lips.

“Oh God, I want you in my ass,” she begged.

Lewis had fucked Stacey’s ass a few times, and each time it had been the most intense fuck she’d ever had.

“Really, you think you can take this in your ass?” asked Michael as he teased her bud a little more.

“Yes… I want it, I want it now!” she moaned.

Michael spat a huge gob of saliva directly into her crack causing Stacey to wriggle as she felt the liquid ooze around his thumb and ease its passage inside her. Stacey tensed a little, but pushed back against his thumb and Michael worked it into her asshole, deeper and deeper until it could go no further. He fucked her ass with it for a while, pulling sideways to stretch her hole until eventually he could get two fingers inside her. Now he could go to work, using his fingers he stretched her ass out good to prepare it for his huge cock, occasionally reaching down to soak his fingers in the pussy juice that was dripping down her inner thighs.

“You sure you want this?” he asked her one more time.

“God yes, put it in me,” she wailed.

Michael slid his sodden cock out of her dripping snatch and pressed the tip against her asshole. He pressed it home and watched as it slowly edged its way inside. Stacey grunted like an animal beneath him as his cock stretched her ass further than it had ever gone before. She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, trying to make his entry as smooth as possible, while Michael tried his best not to hurt her too much. He worked the first few inches in and rocked back and forth, trying to allow her to get used to his size, but after that lust took over and he leaned into her and gradually forced the rest of his cock inside her.

Stacey reached under herself and found her clit, the pain was intense but easing slowly and as she worked her precious clit the pain slowly turned to pleasure. Michael bottomed out, impressed that she could take it all, but he knew without lube this could get ugly real quick. He worked his cock in and out slowly, reaching under her and scooping his fingers between her lips and working her juices onto his shaft between strokes to try and help as much as he could.

Stacey’s fingers worked hard on her clit, she was getting close now and her muscles were starting to tense up. Michael was speeding up a little now as well, he could feel her orgasm building and he didn’t want her to cum and then push him off once it got too much for her.

Stacey’s fingers found the exact rhythm she was looking for and then she was there, her whole body tensed and she howled out loudly as the pleasure exploded between her legs. Michael felt her tighten and gripped her hips as he pounded her asshole hard and fast, aware that any second she was going to slump and collapse on the sofa, until he felt his own orgasm reach the tipping point.

Now it was Michael’s turn to grunt as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum into Stacey’s tight hole. He kept fucking her until his legs gave out and he collapsed on top of her, his cock buried right to the hilt in her completely ravaged ass.

---

Dean looked around the club and spotted the guy who’d given them the passes. He flipped out a little and darted towards him, coming right at him despite the guy being twice his size. The security guy sidestepped him and flipped him back against the wall.

“Chill out,” he said, “or you’re gonna get your ass thrown out of here!”

Dean slumped and the guard relaxed his grip.

“Listen bro, your lady in there… nothing will happen if she don’t want it to man, Michael don’t force no girls to do nothing, he’s not like that.”

Dean looked into the guy’s eyes, begging for help without saying a word.

“Look man… I don’t know what to tell you. Things happen, but if she says no he’ll be cool with her, give her a peck on the cheek and sign her tit or whatever and send her back out to you. But if she says yes… then you got a problem.”

Dean looked at him, distraught.

“That dude is packing some serious meat bro, and your old lady gonna be loose for you for a while.”

Dean freaked out and started to struggle again, but the security guard was way too strong for him.

“Chill the fuck out dude, I’m just being honest with you here. But listen, if she done something with him, you’ll know… and just between you and I, he likes to let you know too. So check her phone, he likes to film her or take a few pictures… and if he can’t do that he’ll bite her on the ass or something, leave his mark for you.”

---

Stacey looked in the mirror of the bathroom. Suddenly she felt grubby, her hair was all over the place but she fixed her make-up as best she could. She was pissed that she couldn’t find her panties, but she’d just have to act normal. Like nothing happened… Dean would never know. She’d give him a blowjob when they got home and then fake a period or something, just keep him away from her pussy and ass until they felt normal again. She closed her handbag and picked her phone up off the sink and walked towards the door, only vaguely aware of the cum that was oozing out of her punished asshole and dripping down her long slender legs. 

As she staggered slightly across the smaller room she saw Michael already chatting to another girl. Some of the girls looked at her, it was clear they knew, but none of them said a word, they just stared at her like she was a piece of shit. She was still drunk, but as she came towards the door she suddenly felt deadly sober and wanted Dean to hold her and tell her he loved her, even though she knew she didn’t deserve it. She grabbed the door handle, took a deep breath and stepped back out into the real world…

Friday, 4 August 2017

READY TO PLAY (Written August 2017)

Sophie stared out of the kitchen window as she washed the dishes.

“Don’t forget, a week on Saturday… Anna is coming over for the day.”

“Great…” said Rick slightly sarcastically as he picked up another plate to dry it. Sophie’s sister was a pain in the arse at the best of times and she never stopped talking. She also seemed to have an unwavering, yet ill-informed opinion on everything from refuse collection to homosexuals that drove Rick slightly mad if he had to spend too much time with her.

“You could at least try to fake some enthusiasm,” said Sophie.

“Umm, no… I don’t think I could,” responded Rick dryly.

The two fell into heavy silence for a moment as they contemplated the arrival of Sophie’s sister.

“Wait… next Saturday, but I’m supposed to be going to that thing with Adrian.”

Sophie flashed him an angry look.

“Rick! I told you I wanted you to be here… it’s been on the calendar for weeks.”

Rick sighed loudly and rubbed a wine glass just a bit too hard, breaking it off at the stem.

“Oh for fucks sake!” said Rick as he threw down the tea-towel. “I don’t know why I need to be here anyway, you two will just rabbit on for hours anyway.”

Sophie looked at her husband, her left eyebrow arched threateningly.

“Well…” whined Rick. “More her than you, to be fair.”

He threw the two parts of the wine glass in the bin and snatched his towel from where it lay on the counter.

“That’s not the point,” hissed Sophie.

The two stood in silence for half a minute until Rick piped up.

“I suppose you want me to cancel with Adrian then,” he muttered grumpily.

“Well, you shouldn’t have arranged it in the first place,” she snapped. “Perhaps if you listened a bit more you wouldn’t get yourself in these situations!”

“Fine,” Rick grunted, throwing the towel down again and stomping dramatically out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” asked Sophie, looking at the undried dishes on the drainer.

“The bloody lawn needs mowing, as you keep on reminding me….”

He slammed the back door and Sophie fumed silently for a short while, staring out of the kitchen window as she washed a few more dishes. Then, gradually, a familiar, yet slightly disturbing feeling came over her. The anger turned to calm determination and she quickly peeled off her rubber gloves and dropped them on the counter. She turned for a moment as if weighing up what she was going to do, and then reached down and hitched her summer dress up around her waist. She peeled off her panties and pushed them down to the floor, where she stepped out of them and picked them up. She paused for a brief moment, as she had so many times before, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Time and again she’d resolved to take action, but every single time she’d bottled it at the last moment. She felt slightly dizzy and held on to the worktop for a second, then she caught sight of her reflection in the kitchen window, her dark brunette bob sat just above her shoulders while her red summer dress showed off her medium sized but very appealing breasts. This time, finally, she wasn’t going to chicken out…

She rolled her panties carefully into a ball and carried them with her as she made her way out of the back door and off towards the garage. She opened the wooden door and in the gloom, at the far end of the long garage, she saw Rick fiddling with a recalcitrant strimmer. Rick ignored her and quietly swore at the strimmer instead.

“Rick,” she said in a quiet but firm voice. “Come here, I want to talk to you.”

Rick slammed the strimmer head down onto the workbench and slowly came over to where she was standing, he knew he was behaving like a child but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He felt foolish and avoided looking into her eyes.

Sophie waited until he was right up close to her before she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper…

“You keep on telling me you want me to be more dominant with you,” she started. “Well here’s your chance… don’t mess it up.”

Rick looked up, confused but cautiously excited. He nodded and looked away, unsure of what to expect.

“Get on your knees,” Sophie said, a little louder now, and a little more positive.

Rick sank to his knees immediately and looked up at his wife of sixteen years. They were both just the wrong side of forty, but time had been kinder to her than to him. She still turned heads and his friends often joked about how he was punching above his weight these days, particularly Adrian. He adored her, but time and again he had tried to encourage Sophie to be more dominant with him and while they did play now and then, it had always been an uphill battle.

In fact it had got to the point where recently he’d pretty much stopped trying to advance that side of their relationship as the levels of frustration it caused him were no longer worth the small rewards it was reaping. Unfortunately this also seemed to introduce a distance between the pair of them and they seemed to bicker more than they used to, which Rick hated, but he couldn’t seem to settle even though he knew he would have to eventually.

Sophie slowly lifted up her summer dress to reveal her silky smooth thighs. She had sexy legs, there was no doubt about that… a little thicker than they used to be, but still gorgeous and Rick liked her better that way anyway.  The dress lifted higher and higher until her beautiful pussy came into view, she usually kept it fairly trimmed, but she’d neglected it for the past few weeks and the hair had grown out a fair bit.

“You love my pussy don’t you?” said Sophie, just a trace of uncertainty still audible in her voice.

“Yes…” Rick’s voice was small and subdued.

“No, in fact… you worship it don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you want to taste it?”

“Yes, please…”

“Really? Are you going to start behaving like a good slave for me?”

Rick felt his cock hardening quickly.

“Yes… Mistress.”

“That’s better.”

Hearing him address her as ‘Mistress’ put her at ease and the positive memories it brought back from their previous play sessions helped to build her confidence.

Sophie put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer.

“Don’t touch, just breathe in that gorgeous scent… I bet your cock is hard already isn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress, very hard.”

“Good. I bet I can make it harder though…”

Sophie reached down and slowly ran her fingers between her legs, dipping slightly into the crease of her pussy. She rubbed her finger around Rick’s lips, coating them with her juices before gently pushing it into his mouth. He sucked greedily on her digit and his warm wet tongue circled around it, cleaning her musk from it until it was slowly removed.  Then she turned around and lifted her dress right up over her ass, before leaning forward and spreading her legs slightly.

“Kiss it slave.”

Rick leant forward tentatively and planted soft kisses all over Sophie’s ass cheeks, bringing a soft sigh from her as she enjoyed his attention.

“That’s it, keep going, show me how much you love my ass.”

As Rick pressed his lips to Sophie’s ass time and time again she felt her confidence growing more and more, this was certainly going better so far than she thought it might.

Rick kissed every last inch of Sophie’s sexy ass, at one point he reached up and put his hands on Sophie’s hips to hold her still, but she reached around and gently slapped his cheek.

“I said don’t touch, the only thing I want to feel is your lips.”

Rick dropped his hands back to his sides and continued lavishing his wife’s ass with kisses until she leaned further forward and reached back to part her cheeks, exposing her tight, pink hole to his gaze.

“Now you can really show me how much you love my ass.”

Rick’s cock throbbed mercilessly as he leaned forward and pressed his tongue between her cheeks, eagerly seeking its target.

“Mmm, that’s it, lick my sexy ass…”

Rick pushed forward, his tongue slightly penetrating her asshole now, his cock harder than he could remember in a long time. Sophie let him lick her ass for a while, building up the courage to say the words she’d wanted to say for a long time.

“Things are going to change around here Rick. If I say I want your tongue in my pussy or ass, then you’re going to do it… immediately. I don’t care if you’re in the mood or whatever… I don’t need you in the mood, I don’t even ‘need’ your cock to be hard to use you for my pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” gasped Rick.

“And if you’re lucky I will play with your cock and maybe let you cum… is that something you’d like?”

“Yes Mistress, please…”

“I might even let you fuck me. That’s another thing that’s going to change slave… in future you’ll only get to fuck me when I say so.”

Rick’s head was spinning, where the fuck had all this come from. He wasn’t sure about this last new rule at all, but he figured he better play along… at least for now.

“Are you willing to accept that slave? Because I don’t want you getting moody with me when I say no…”

Rick removed his tongue from Sophie’s ass just long enough to agree to this demand.

“And another thing,” she said, pushing her ass back against Rick’s tongue and forcing it inside her. 

“You don’t get to play with your cock anymore, unless I say so… and if you can’t do as you’re told then I might have to invest in something to help you behave for me.”

Rick groaned loudly into his wife’s ass, just the thought of her keeping him locked up and desperate was enough to make his cock jump in his jeans. He stopped licking her ass momentarily and she barked her displeasure.

“Don’t stop licking my ass until I tell you! You need to learn my ass is something to be worshipped whenever and however I want it.”

Sophie pushed back harder, forcing his tongue deeper into her tight hole. The feeling was intense and she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“That’s it, fuck my ass with your tongue,” she groaned.

Sophie had him worship her ass for several minutes before she abruptly reached back and shoved his head away. She straightened up and turned around, giving him another glimpse of her gorgeous, captivating pussy. Rick looked up at her in awe, she had never looked so incredibly beautiful as she did in that moment. Slowly the dress came down and covered her sexy, curvy body, while all he could do was kneel there and wonder what was going to happen next.

“Now listen,” she said, holding his chin for effect. “I’m going to go upstairs now and make myself cum…. while you,” she said, leaning closer and looking directly into his eyes, “are going to mow the lawn and finish the dishes. Properly!”

Sophie let go of his chin and straightened up again.

“And when you’ve finished all that, then you can come upstairs… and if I’m not completely exhausted, I might let you eat my pussy.”

“Yes Mistress,” Rick heard himself say.

“Now open your mouth.”

Sophie reached out and pushed her rolled up panties into her husband’s mouth, then walked confidently past him towards the garage door, stopping only briefly to look back over her shoulder.

“And don’t even think about touching your cock, you have work to do!”

By the time she got back to the house Sophie was shaking with adrenaline and excitement. After so many failed attempts she had finally done it and now her pussy was soaking wet. She flew up the stairs, stripped off her summer dress and within minutes she was lying on the bed with her laptop open at a familiar sex site and her pussy stuffed full with her favourite dildo.

Sophie’s first orgasm came quickly as she watched two well-built guys fuck a lean blond girl with small tits. She watched through half closed eyes as one of the guys lay on his back with the girl riding him, his thick cock stretched her pussy while the other guy kneeled in front of her roughly fucking her mouth. Sophie was worked up watching this, but when the second guy moved around behind her and slowly forced his big, hard cock into her already stretched and sodden pussy next to the other guy’s, her breathing started to really quicken. She watched intently as the two guys found their rhythm and their cocks pounded the girl’s pussy hard, and when one of the guys started to cum and his creamy load dripped out of her ruined hole onto the other guy’s balls  it tipped her over the edge and she came so hard that she knocked the laptop off the bed and it tumbled to the floor.

When she recovered her breath, she smiled to herself and almost laughed out loud. Through the closed window she could hear the muffled sound of the lawn mower and got off the bed to sneak a peek. She looked down at her suddenly obedient husband, dutifully mowing the lawn. This was amazing. She surveyed the rest of the garden and realised it was going to take him at least another 30 minutes to finish the lawn AND the dishes, so she figured she might as well take her time.

Sophie picked up the laptop from the floor and opened the lid. There didn’t seem to be any major damage, part of the case had come away, but she pressed it together and it seemed to click back into place just fine. She lay back down on the bed and started searching the porn sites she knew. After a few minutes she found what she was looking for.

Sophie’s fingers found their way back between her legs as she watched the scene unfold on the laptop screen. A stern looking woman came into shot wearing a black leather basque with large silver buckles up the front, she matched these with the regulation black stockings, black leather boots and an oversized strap-on. As the shot widened she walked towards a man kneeling on the floor. He was naked apart from a thin pink collar around his neck, attached to which was a leash. The man was quite scrawny, with a pathetic, limp cock… not terribly attractive, she much preferred a ‘solid’ man like Rick, though he could definitely afford to lose a few pounds. Maybe if this played out the way she hoped she could orchestrate that somehow… it was certainly something to think about anyway.

The woman’s hair was tied back in a ponytail which added to her dominant look and as she stood in front of the scrawny guy she spoke to him in a language Sophie couldn’t understand (though she guessed it was probably Russian or something similar). The clip was badly subtitled, but Sophie quickly decided to ignore the words appearing at the bottom of the screen and concentrate on what she could see instead.

The woman grabbed the guy’s head and pulled him towards her, then fed the tip of her strap-on between his lips and forced it into his mouth. She bent forward and grabbed the leash and pulled it tight so that he couldn’t pull away and slowly started to fuck his face, forcing her cock deeper and deeper towards his throat as she picked up speed, all the while berating him for his inadequacies in her harsh Baltic tongue.

Sophie eased her favourite dildo back into her pussy and started grinding herself against it as she continued to tease her clit with her fingers. On the screen the woman pulled her ‘cock’ out of her slave’s mouth and shoved him down onto the floor then she moved behind him and crouched down, pressing the head of the strap-on down between his cheeks.

Watching intently, Sophie reached behind her and teased her asshole with her own finger. She and Rick had tried anal sex a few times in their sixteen years together, but she’d never really enjoyed it. In hindsight she realised she’d probably been too anxious about it and that trying it once every two or three years just meant that she was never giving herself a chance to get beyond the first-time nerves each time. Now though, after feeling her husband’s tongue teasing her asshole earlier, she felt like she really wanted something inside her ass. She reached over into the bedside drawer and pulled out a smaller dildo she’d had for a long time but rarely used. It was the first one she ever bought, a slim, black plastic shaft with a tapered gold head, which was perfect for her ass, except that it had no base so she had to be a little careful. She pulled the thicker dildo out of her pussy and sucked on it while she continued watching the screen, then she pushed her old dildo deep inside her hot, wet cunt to coat it with her hot slippery juices.

Sophie loved the taste of her pussy, she loved to suck Rick’s cock when it had been inside her and she moaned softly as she sucked the thick dildo clean. Then, once her slim dildo was nicely lubricated, she pulled it out of her warm, wet hole and slowly worked it into her asshole, inch by inch, until it was about two thirds of the way in. It felt good, and when she pushed the other, thicker dildo back inside her pussy it felt even better.

On the screen the Russian woman was fucking her slave’s ass hard, his head pressed down on the hard wooden floor as she pounded him. Sophie pictured Rick in his place, his ass spread and her cock filling him up. She worked the thinner dildo in her own ass, twisting it as she worked her clit, slowly easing closer and closer to her second orgasm. The man collapsed onto the floor but the woman was undeterred, she knelt down astride him and forced her cock back into his ass, before laying down on top of him and fucking him harder than ever, crushing him into the floor as she barked abuse into his ear.

Sophie came a second time, her ass tightening around the smaller dildo and intensifying her climax dramatically. Unused to the sensation she grabbed it and pulled it out and then kind of wished she hadn’t… she’d know better next time. She dropped it to the floor, then lay back shattered as she listened to the sound of the clip running to its conclusion. The cries of the scrawny man cumming as his cock was pounded into the floor by the strap-on in his ass echoed around the room, and then silence took over as the clip faded to black.

Sophie lay quietly for a moment or two, allowing her breathing to return to normal and enjoying the peace and quiet. Slowly it dawned on her that she couldn’t hear the lawnmower anymore, she turned onto her side to glance at the screen and saw the runtime of the video was a lot longer than she’d originally thought. She listened carefully for the sounds of dishes being placed into cupboards but instead heard the bottom stair creak slightly and then heard Rick’s footsteps as he made his way to the bedroom door.

“I’ve finished… Mistress,” said Rick slightly nervously.

He looked down at his naked wife, her legs spread open, her pussy glistening and the bedding wet with her juices. Confronted with this, he licked his lips lustfully and had to stop himself from reaching down to touch his aching cock.

“You look…. incredible Mistress,” he said.

Sophie looked at him with fresh eyes, she loved her husband and despite his occasional moodiness he adored her, she just needed to hold her nerve and this could work out so well for both of them. Her fingers gently rubbed her pussy again and eased between her sodden lips.

“Thank you slave… that’s nice to hear,” she murmured. “Are you ready to lick my pussy now?”

“Yes Mistress…. I’m always ready to do that for you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Sophie smiled, arching her back slightly as she spoke. “Unfortunately, I don’t seem to remember giving you permission to take my panties out of your mouth?”

Rick’s mouth opened but no words came out.

“Well?”

“No Mistress, I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

“No, you didn’t… we have a lot of work to do don’t we?”

“Yes Mistress,” he said ruefully.

Rick was confused as to where all this was coming from, he desperately wanted to taste her, but he loved her new found attitude and wasn’t about to argue with her.

“Remember what I said slave,” said Sophie, spreading her lips a little wider. “From now on you don’t get to fuck me unless I say so, and if I want your tongue then you drop everything and give me what I want, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And you also keep your hands off your cock unless I give you permission to touch it, understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“I think from now on we need you to understand that my pleasure is paramount don’t we slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And that the best way for you to get what you want is to make sure I am completely satisfied, in every possible way. And I’m not just talking about making me cum… if I ask you to mow the lawn it needs to be done as soon as possible, not six days later when it suits you, understand?”

Rick was conflicted, on the one hand he was hard and loving his wife’s new, dominant attitude, but could he really accept that her domination should extend as far as she was suggesting.

“Come closer slave.”

Rick walked round to the side of the bed that Sophie was closest to and Sophie rolled onto her side, her fingers back still busy between her thighs.

“When I ask you a question,” she said as she sucked on her pussy juice soaked fingers. “I expect an answer. So are you going to behave like I want you to, or is this going to be a battle? I love you dearly, and I want to give you the dominant wife you crave… but I want a husband who puts my happiness absolutely front and centre of his day, are you going to do that for me?”
Rick was transfixed by the sight of his wife licking her fingers clean and then pushing them back down between her legs again.

“If it pleases you Mistress,” he finally managed to answer.

Sophie shook her head, he wasn’t getting away with that. Things had to start on the right foot or not at all.

“Yes Mistress,” he offered eventually.

Sophie smiled at her husband and lifted her fingers up towards him.

“Better, you may lick them clean. Though I hope we won’t have this sort of dance over every demand I make, or this may become tiring for both of us.”

Rick leaned forward and took his wife’s slender fingers into his mouth. The taste was delicious and her juices were copious, he stared at the bedding around her pussy, he couldn’t remember ever having seen her so wet.

“Mmm, I bet that made your cock ache just a little more for me, didn’t it?”

“Yes Mistress,” he moaned.

“I think you need to show me just how hard it is... go on.”

Rick unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hard, throbbing cock out, Sophie batted his hands away immediately.

“No touching remember!”

Sophie studied Rick’s thick, hard cock as she continued to touch herself openly.

“It so nice to be able to touch yourself whenever you want,” she smiled. “Would you like me to touch your cock?”

“Yes… please, Mistress.”

“Mmm, well… maybe just a little.”

Sophie reached up and closed her fingers loosely around Rick’s throbbing meat, then began very slowly stroking him.

“Does that feel good slave… or would you like it harder?”

“Harder Mistress, please…”

“I don’t think so. I think this is hard enough for now. Unless you’d rather I stopped?”

“No! No, please don’t stop…”

Sophie smiled and slowed the stroking even more.

 “Do you know what your dirty wife just did?” she teased.

“No Mistress….”

“She just came with a big dildo in her pussy and a little dildo in her ass…”

Rick moaned softly as he pictured the scene she was describing.

“You’d love to have been able to see that wouldn’t you?”

“God yes,” he groaned, willing her to stroke his cock faster.

“Mmmm,” said Sophie and she stroked both Rick’s cock and her own clit. “I feel so horny today slave, I just don’t seem to be able to stop touching myself. Is that how you feel too?”

“Yes Mistress,” Rick’s voice came as little more than a hoarse whisper.

“What a pity that you can’t touch yourself then…”

Sophie gave Rick’s cock a trio of hard pumps and then resumed her original, infuriating level of grip.

“So slave… I wonder, if I had two slaves and you had a choice, would you rather be the one in my pussy or the one in my ass?”

Rick could barely speak, but he managed to groan out his choice.

“Your ass, Mistress.”

Sophie smirked slightly.

“Of course… you do know that if I actually had two slaves… I’d make you suck each other’s cocks to entertain me?”

Sophie felt Rick’s cock twitch and went in for the kill.

“Oh, so you like the thought of sucking another slave’s cock do you?”

Rick’s face reddened as he tried to deny it.

“No Mistress, I…”

Sophie laughed cruelly, “Your cock doesn’t lie slave. What if you had to compete, what if you had to suck each other’s cocks for me and the one who came first didn’t get to fuck me. I bet you’d learn to suck cock real good for me then wouldn’t you?”

Again Rick tried to protest but Sophie ignored him, her hand moving faster on his cock as she gripped tighter and tighter.

“Feels good?” she smiled.

“Yes Mistresss… I’m getting close, really close.”

Sophie stroked him hard and fast.

“Are you? That’s good, but you’re not going to cum are you? You need to hold it back until I say… whether that’s a few seconds, a few minutes, a few days or a few weeks… maybe even a few months… you don’t cum until I say, right?”

“Yes Mistress! Please, I’m so close, I can’t…”

“You want me to stop?”

“Please Mistress! Please stop, I can’t…”

Sophie let go and spread her legs wide, offering her husband a clear and unobstructed view of her fingers dancing around her gorgeous pussy,

Rick was agonizingly close, he didn’t want to look away but he knew watching her was going to push him over the edge. One more stroke would have been enough to reach the tipping point and he had to reluctantly close his eyes, it was the only way to maintain control.

“What’s the matter slave, I thought you liked watching me touch myself?”

“I do Mistress, I just…can’t.”

Sophie grinned like the cat that got the cream.

“Is it so hard, is it so bad that you really can’t stand to look at your wife’s beautiful pussy?” she teased. “You must want to cum soooo bad…”

Rick clenched his fists in frustration

“Is that what you really want, is that what you want more than anything?”

“Yes Mistress, please….”

“Well, I suppose maybe I could let you cum… on my feet.”

Rick really wanted to slam his cock inside her and fill her full of his cum, but it seemed that wasn’t his decision anymore, and besides he wouldn’t have lasted more than a second.

“Yes Mistress, please… I need to cum so badly,” he breathed.

Sophie watched him for a few seconds, her fingers well inside her hole now, she wanted the dildo inside her again – but she had a couple of other things to attend to first.

“Really? I don’t think you do, in fact I don’t think you have any idea what needing to cum badly feels like yet, but you will... you’re going to love it, and you’re going to love me for making it happen, aren’t you?”

Rick nodded.

“Aren’t you?” she insisted.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, now listen and I’ll tell you what I want you to do. First, I want you to put your poor aching cock away…”

Sophie paused and watched as Rick first looked at her in disbelief and then, accepting her order, struggled to force his rock hard meat back inside his jeans while Sophie giggled slightly at his discomfort.

“Good slave... Next you’re going to go downstairs and ring my sister. You’re going to tell her that next Saturday you’re going to pick her up at 11 and bring her back here so she can have a drink with dinner. Then, I want you to shave your face nice and smooth for me… and then, if I’ve got any energy left at all, I might… possibly think about letting you eat my beautiful pussy. I know you really want to do that don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress…” said Rick, wondering what the hell had gotten into his wife, and why he was giving in to her so easily. Sure he’d always wanted her to be more dominant, but he never expected anything like this. On the other hand, he figured that if he blew it now he would probably never get another chance. Every time he pushed her to be more dominant she would just throw it back in his face that she did and he messed it up. No, he was going to have to play this one out and see where it led.

“Right then, better get moving.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Rick headed for the door. Ringing Anna was a nightmare, it would take at least twenty minutes to give her that simple message, but maybe he’d get lucky and she’d be busy or something? Deep down he knew that was a forlorn hope.

“Oh, and you’d better ring Adrian as well, at least that shouldn’t take too long…”

Sophie watched him leave and flicked the laptop back to life. She needed to buy some things, and quickly, before she changed her mind. She opened her web browser and tapped a few keys and within a few minutes she’d completed her purchase. She couldn’t wait to see Rick’s face when she told him that the morning he went to fetch her sister his ass was going to be plugged, that it would remain plugged for the whole day, and that when he got back from taking her home he was going to be pegged for the first time.

She played with her pussy with one hand as she closed the window and then scrolled through the links saved in her favourites folder. She moved down the list, down to the ones right at the bottom, the ones that were carefully renamed to avoid accidental detection.  A familiar link caught her attention and she clicked on it. She fed her favourite dildo back into her waiting, greedy cunt and lay back to watch the short clip.

On the screen a dark haired woman stroked a guy’s cock, it was perhaps a touch larger than Rick’s, but there wasn’t much to choose between them. It had some odd scarring, possibly from where a piercing had been removed and he had an unusual sun wheel tattoo on his stomach. He was tied down firmly, unable to prevent his Mistress from doing whatever she pleased to him. Sophie loved that idea. He groaned as he neared orgasm and the woman stroked him harder, faster… then right as he reached the point of no return, she let go of his cock and started slapping his balls hard over and over, laughing cruelly as his cock leaked cum all over his stomach while he twisted and writhed, desperately trying to pull his poor battered balls away from his Mistress’s punishing hand.
Cursing the brevity of the clip, Sophie quickly fired up another clip featuring the same couple, again too short… but God it made her pussy throb.

She watched two more videos on the same account, her fingers a blur on her clit as she pounded the dildo into her soaking wet slit. Again the videos were over all too quickly and she loaded the fifth and final clip in the series. It was as the woman held a vibrator to her slave’s balls and ruined his orgasm while he was trapped in a chastity cage, that she finally realised Rick was in REAL trouble.

Her third orgasm hit her even harder than the previous two and she spasmed hard, finally coming to rest in a heap on the bed, her breathing deep and laboured. Her favourite dildo lay discarded by her side, the juices of her utterly sated pussy soaking into the bedclothes. Poor Rick, she was completely spent now, two orgasms in a night were unusual for her, three was unheard of. He might as well forget shaving, the best he could hope for would be stroking his cock and cumming on her pretty feet, and that was starting to look like a long shot, at best.

Downstairs Rick could hear his wife cumming loudly in one ear while her sister’s voice filled the other.

“What’s all that noise in the background?” complained Anna.

“Oh, I think… Sophie has the TV on upstairs.”

“Upstairs? Tell her to turn it down for Heaven’s sake!”

“Yeah,” said Rick as he gazed in the direction of the stairs. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

After Rick had finally gotten off the phone to Anna, called Adrian and made his excuses and then shaved, he returned to the bedroom to find Sophie fast asleep, her gorgeous pussy still clearly visible. He stood there for a while waiting to see if she would wake up and when it was clear that she wasn’t going to, he carefully closed her laptop and placed it on the bedside table and pulled a sheet over her to keep her warm.

For a moment Rick looked at Sophie’s laptop, curious to know what she had just watched that had made her cum and left her so exhausted. He thought about taking the laptop with him, but as he reached for it Sophie murmured something in her sleep and he thought better of it. He would find out sooner or later he figured, and snooping on her laptop was not a wise or respectful move.


His cock ached as he made his way quietly downstairs but he knew that if he jerked himself off and she wanted to play with his cock later she’d be able to tell. He really had got himself in a situation now… a classic case of ‘be careful what you wish for’ in fact…