Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/ann.txt

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                          Fantasy Come True


First I want you to know that I am a 41 year old male with a very stable
homelife and career that involves no other woman other then my wife whom I
love very much.  My fantasies always seemed to involve some faceless woman
who I prefer to think of as her.  I consider my self a normal and stable
individual.  Although I was afraid to share my fantasies with my wife, I
never thought them to be perverted.  I was simply underestimating her
ability to enter in to my thought life!  I hope that this is an
encouragement to the eventual readers of my story.

As remarkable as this story is to me, it may be quite common to you.  You see
my wife and I had a wonderful sex life, but had never really been
adventuresome.  We had a routine of sorts and even though it varied, it was
still what I would call bordering on boredom.  Then out of pure frustration,
I decided to risk fulfilling a long time fantasy and see how she reacted to
it.  What follows is an actual account of that unforgetable evening when we
discovered each other all over again.

Ann (not her real name) is a petit brunette whose body has weathered 37
years and 3 children with remarkably little effect.  She still has most of
the lovely form that was so attractive to me 22 years ago.  Many people do
not believe that we have a daughter as old as she was when we were married!
However, that is an aside!  Let me get to the heart of my fulfilled dream.

Have you ever noticed that a woman who feels her femininity glows with
sexuality?  It is true!  Ann is every inch a woman, it is simply that I
came to intimately know every inch of that wonderful body and every facet (I
thought) of her incredible mind too well.  Sex had become predictable.  In
the midst of the physical delights, the routine was beginning to cause wider
and wider time gaps between love-making nights. I used to remember how we
made love every night, sometimes several times, and began to wonder if it
could be revived.  In my fantasies I was a very dominant person (and am in
life also).  I would envision in my mind a nameless and faceless woman kept
in constant awareness of her erotic and sensual nature by becoming
submissive to my every desire. The result was very arousing to me.  Details
were involved in these fantasies.  I would spend time thinking of ways to do
this and that to this woman.  Then I decided to risk sharing this with my
wife and see what came of it.

The first attempts were feeble and just hinted at the possibilities.  She
hardly reacted at all to what I said in either direction.  But I noticed
that she was a little more passionate then usual in our love making that
night.  I took this as a signal and began to plan our first evening of
erotic delights.  I prepared very carefully for it because I wanted her to
enter into it without realizing what was going to happen.  It must be built
up to the point that she was seething in uncontrollable passion by late
evening.

I wrote several notes for her and put them in places where she would not
find them until I wished her to.  I also went to a local sex shop and bought
some "toys" that would be used later on in the evening.  Before going off to
work I let her know how much I loved her and made certain advances to seal
the words.  I whispered in her ear that "tonight would be a very special
night." and left home for work.  When I arrived, I made the first of the
phone calls home.  "Hon, I want you to look in my top drawer.  I love you!"
was all that I said and hung up.

The first note that she found read as follows:  "Dearest Ann:  I want
to show my love for you in a VERY SPECIAL way.  However there is a condition
attached to it.  You must make a decision to trust me completely and do
everything I tell you to do without question or argument.  If you agree
please call me back and tell me that you do.  No questions are allowed, just
your agreement.  Love, Michael."  Within a minute I had my call.  This
alone, knowing what was coming, excited me.  "Wonderful, darling.  Now look
under my pillow.  I love you!", was all that I said and hung up the phone.

The second note was more to the point.  It was more a letter then a note
that said:

"Dearest Ann:

You are the most wonderful and erotic woman I have ever known.  At times it
hurts me that we do not find the passion that we once knew.  All that is
over now and we are about to rediscover each other in new ways.  This day is
yours.  Tonight you will know delights that you have never before known.
Your body will tremble with a passion for pleasure that will only be
fulfilled as the night wears on and only when you desire it to be.

You, my dear, are my most prized possession.  I want to possess you totally
and to do this, you must give me the gift of yourself, for nothing that is
not given freely can truly be possessed.  I want you to yield yourself to me
completely and without question.  I am relying on your trust for you to know
that I would not do anything that hurt or endangered you in the least.

I want you to know that your body is wonderful to me. It is erotic and
sensual and drives me crazy.  The softness of your breasts, the hardening of
your nipples as I suck on them, the warmth of your pussy and its sweet taste
feeds my fervor for you.  I know the wanton fires that burn inside you as we
make love.  Tonight you will feel them all the more.

Before you go on reading this, Ann, please go to the bedroom, take off your
clothes - no questions, you have already agreed to do what I say. Lay on the
bed and while you continue reading, I want you to explore your body with
your hand as if it were me doing it for you.  I want you to feel your own
womanhood and all that gives me pleasure.  Do it now before you read the
next page.

(on the next page)

As I write this to you, Ann, I am aroused to the point where it is difficult
to concentrate.  My mind is filled with the sensuality of your body and our
love.  I burn with desire to make love to you now.  I can immagine your
soft, supple breasts as they yeild to the pressure of my hands.  I can
almost feel the nipples as they swell and harden to my touch.  I picture
your legs slowly spreading to await my touch. I know how sensitive your
breasts are, how they seem to be connected directly to your clitoris.  I see
you in my mind as you move with passion while I suck each of your nipples
into my mouth and delight in their taste and texture.  Ann, close your eyes
now and use your hands to explore your breasts as you imagine me there with
you.  Try to feel what I am feeling right now!  Do not touch your pussy -
yet!

I wish that I was there now, dearest.  But I will wait until this evening.
Now, Ann. Just as I would do, let your hand stray over your tummy, do it
slowly, let yourself go and let your desire build.  Feel your own soft
flesh.  Experience my feelings as I thrill to the softness and try to resist
touching your moist sex.  When I am doing this, I can begin to smell your
muskiness that is so sweet and wonderful.  It is so hard for me not to just
move right to the center of your pleasure, and mine!

Let your hand just brush the soft curls of hair.  Then lift your leg so that
you can trace your fingertips over the soft flesh of your inner thigh.
Start at your knee and move slowly towards your pussy.  As you move your
hand from one leg to the other, let your fingers lightly touch your swollen
clit, not for long, just a quick teasing touch.  Now the other thigh.  Do
the same and imagine my mouth there, teasing and nibblng your soft inner
leg, moving towars your pussy, licking in tiny circles.  Close you eyes,
hon, let your mind go. Think of my love for you and the passion that builds
within us as we slowly build towards the ultimate fulfillment.  I want you
to let yourself dream for a few minutes, let your rapture build!  Close your
eyes and let go!

Ann, you are now to experience the very thing that makes me want you the
most.  Your sweet feminine sex.  Let your hand move between your legs.  Feel
the smooth moistened flesh.  Let your fingers glide over your sex, Ann.
Your pussy is wet and ready for orgasm.  It has prepared itself for
pleasure, and it is almost time.  Use two fingers and put them inside you to
moisten them with your own sweet juices.  Now spread them a little and move
your hand upward to let them caress your clit on either side of its tiny
sensitive shaft.  Feel how swollen it is?  Feel the shockwave of pleasure as
you stroke it ever so gently.  Oh, Ann, how wonderful you taste when I kiss
you there.  How soft the flesh as I gently suck the folds between my lips.
It is so incredibly silky and warm there.  Your pussy is the center of both
of our passion, a lovely and wonderous place - bringing us both rapturous
enjoyment.  I love to feel its pliability as I move my tongue over its
glistening smoothness.  I love to feel you react as I probe into you with
my tongue, how you move against my face.

I can feel your body reacting, you feel it too, Ann.  Let your mind and body
go now.  Use your hand to bring yourself to orgasm.  Think of the passion we
have together.  Feel the growing sensations as your clitoris trys to hide
from the coming explosion. Feel the contractions as they mount in intensity,
building deep within you and rippling out with ever increasing intense
pleasure.  You are rising now, Ann to the ultimate voluptuousness.  Your
body will soon explode with all of the built up passion into sheer orgasmic
satisfaction.  I wish I could see your face at this minute, Ann.  I love you
so very much.  I ache to be in you now, hon.  Let it go, now.  Do it for me,
Ann.  Let me feel your ardor over the distance.  Reach out to me with your
mind and body.  Come Ann!  Let it happen!  Close your eyes now and let it
happen!

(on the last page)

Dearest Ann, while you are doing what I asked, I am sitting in my office
imagining your gorgeous form laying on our bed and the pleasure is beyond
description.  Call me and tell me what you felt!

I love you.  Michael."

And call she did.

When Ann called me, it was evident from her breathlessness that she had done
what I asked her to.  She was close to tears as she thanked me for what I
had done to her with the letter.  She told me how she had totally lost
herself in the passion aroused by my words.  I told her that I loved her and
indicated that the best was still to come.  She said, "Hon, I am ready for
anything you want.  I love you!  I really wish you were home now."  "Ann," I
replied, "go to my grey suit hanging in my closet.  On the inside of my
jacket there is another note in the pocket.  I will talk to you later on.
And, Ann, thank you for your obedience."  Then I hung up.  I was now having
a hard time not leaving work to go home to her.  This was amazing!  I was
getting so much pleasure out of this.  It seemed that it was working because
I felt the same giddiness that I had felt when we were first married.

The next note read as follows:

"Ann, take the time now to take a long hot bath.  Pamper yourself.  You have
the rest of the day to think about what pleasures await you this evening.  I
can promise you that you will experience the utmost in sexual thrills.  Your
body must be ready for me as well as your mind.  Tonight you will be kept
in constant awareness of your feminine beauty.  For now, enjoy your bath and
think of tonight.  This is what you are to do to prepare yourself for our
evening.  Please do not question, just do as you are told.

When you are finished, do not get dressed, you are to stay naked until you
complete what I have for you to do. After you are finished with your bath,
please look in my blue overnight bag. In it you will find a box.  Open the
box and you will find further instructions.  Now go and take your bath, Ann.
I wish I was there to wash you.

Love, Michael"

Ann was to tell me later that she trembled as she stood naked, reading the
note that followed.  It read:

"Darling Ann:  Your nakedness is easy to imagine.  I can visualize you
standing there reading this.  Desire builds again!  But we will have time
for that later on.  For now, you will see that in the box with this note are
four black nylon straps attached to velvet lined leather cuffs.  I want you
to tie the straps, one to each corner of the bed.  It is here where you will
be made helpless later on this evening.  There is also a length of rope in
the box.  Pass it under the bed about two thirds down from the head board.
Bring the ends up and lay them on the bed.  This rope will be used to tie
your knees apart, totally opening you up to me.  Finally, there is a black
silk scarf, it is to be your blindfold. Place it on the pillows.

As you prepare the bed for your captivity, think of what it will be like to
be tied helpless to our bed, totally exposed for my pleasure.  Imagine
yourself, naked and helpless, unable to escape the manipulation of your
body. Your breasts will be exposed, unprotected by your arms, as your wrists
are tied to the headboard unable to respond to you. Your legs splayed wide,
exposing your pussy to whatever I feel like doing to it.  You will be unable
to close your legs to prevent whatever I decide to do.

What will I do?  Well, your imagination can divise answers, but you won't
know until it happens. And even then you will only be able to guess at what
is causing the pleasure because your eyes will be covered by the blindfold.
You will not be able to see anything that I am preparing to do to you.  When
it happens, it will be a complete surprise.  Suffice it to say, that all has
been designed to bring you to the point on uncontrollable passion!

Now, my dearest Ann.  After you have prepared the bed, I want you to get
dressed.  However, you are to wear my favorite skirt and that white silky
blouse I love on you!  Your bra is to unhook in the front and you are NOT to
wear any panties.  A garter belt and stockings are to be all you wear under
your skirt.  I want you to be aware of your sensuality all day long.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot.  I want you to go to the store and get the
following items, two 8 oz porterhouse steaks, a dozen large shrimp, some
pate', frozen raspberries, and some sour cream.  In case you thought of it,
the answer is "no!".  You will not wear panties out to the store either.

On the way home, stop by the office.  When you arrive, I want you to come in
and close and lock the door behind you.  I will tell my secretary that we do
not wish to be disturbed.  You will come to my side and lift your skirt to
your waist in the front.  I want to see that you obeyed.  If you are a good
girl, Ann, I will allow you to have an orgasm there.  I will help you with
my mouth! Think of this while you shop.

Please be here by 3 pm at the latest.  I love you, Ann. Michael."

Ann arrived at my office right on time.  She looked lovely.  She was
slightly flushed and I could see in her eyes that she was aching for my
touch.  Without a word, she walked to my chair and bent to kiss me, it was a
passionate kiss, filled with promise.  Then she stood and with a quick
glance at the door, she began to gather her dress to her waist.  She did
this slowly as her breathing became faster and a little more heavily.  I
looked, not at her uncovered legs, but into her eyes as she raised her skirt
to expose her obedience.  I knew when she had it totally drawn up because
her eyes now begged me to touch her.  "Please", was all that she murmered as
I let my gaze fall on her white satin-framed pussy, the garter belt
providing that extra erotic stimulus.

I reached out to her and touching her thighs told her to spread her legs
which she did immediately.  I let my hand roam over the soft upper thighs
and tickled the flesh on the inside of her legs.  Then suddenly I cupped her
entire pussy in my hand and pushed a finger between the down-covered outer
lips.  Her pussy seemed burning hot as I heard her moan with obvious
delight.  My finger sank into her, meeting no resistance because of the
wetness that had even soaked her soft brown hair.  I withdrew my hand and
looked into her eyes again as I licked the sweet juices from my finger. Then
I stood and turned her so that she sat on the edge of my desk with her tip-
toes just touching the floor.

I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra.  I pulled the soft fabric back
enough to expose her breasts.  I could see that her nipples were swollen and
aroused.  She pulled me to her and tried to push my face to her breast.  I
resistedand told her to be still.  I would decide what was to happen.  She
groaned and looked at me, her eyes begging me to make love to her.

While she was sitting there, I picked up the phone and told my secretary
that we were busy and not to disturb us.  Ann looked at me terrified.  She
knew that the implication of the call was that we were doing something at
which we did not want to be caught, she would have to pass by Ida on the way
out.  I laughed at her concern and said, "Ahhh, but Ann, you could leave
right now, if you wish!"  She shook her head "no" and I moved to her and
caressed her breasts.  I heard the hiss of her breath as my hands found her
warm mounds of flesh. Once again, she attempted to put her hands on my head
to guide my mouth to her.

"Ann," I said as I placed her hands at her sides and on the desk, "Do not
move again, or I will stop."  Her eyes pleaded once more at the threat of
not being allowed to complete the pleasure she had spent the last two hours
imagining.   I knelt before her and brought my mouth to her right thigh.  It
was hot and flushed.  I felt the quiver as my tongue began to slide over her
skin.  Each inch of her inner thighs from the top of the stockings to the
place where her aching pussy opened for my kiss was slowly explored.  I
could see how wet she was and the struggle that she was having to keep her
hips still.  I could see her swollen clit and inner lips, their pink hue
exagerated to redness against the brown curls that framed them.  I let my
tongue flick over them as I moved from leg to leg.

Then I stopped and looked to Ann's lovely green eyes and said, "Ann, tell me
what you want! Tell me what you need me to do to you."    Ann had never been
able to express herself when discussing sex.  She stared at me and tried to
tell me, but all that came out was the word, "Please!".  "Not good enough,
Ann, you know very well what you want me to do.  Ask me to do it for you,
Ann."  She flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please eat me."

Not wanting to loose the moment I let it go at that, she would learn to be a
lot more graphic before the night was over.  With that I moved back to take
her to the height of pleasure that she ached for.  My mouth found her
softness as I spread her lips and drew the soft inner petals into my mouth.
My tongue danced swiftly over her blood-engorged clit.  I found myself
drinking in her sweet juices in as they flowed from her warm pussy in
response to my mouth's movements.  I felt her tremble as the first wave of
tiny orgasms erupted within her.  I could feel the spasms as they
alternately pulled the muscles and let them relax.  I heard her as she
allowed a gasp to escape her mouth, lost in the sensations rippling through
the center of her being.

Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the desk in a useless
effort to remain still.  I told her to caress her breasts.  She did so
quickly as I helped her through a series of orgasms that would leave her
almost unable to stand up afterwards.  Her hands squeezed her breasts and
her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples as she arched her back and
pushed herself to my face. Finally the over taxed sexual nerves detonated
into a sexual frenzy of their own and released their pentup energies into a
tremendous orgasm that caused Ann to bite her hand in order not to scream.

When Ann had relaxed a little, I stood and held her close to me and kissed
her lips tenderly and softly. "Go home now, dear.  Relax and I will see you
at about 6:30.  I love you very much Ann.  You are a wonderful slave!", I
used the word for the first time. She hugged me and whispered, "Oh, Michael,
I love you too.  I want this to last forever.  Thank you so much for this
wonderful day."  I walked her to the door and watched her as she knowingly
and carelessly walked past Ida.

As I returned to my desk, I wondered if Ann realized as I did the new
dimension that we were allowing ourselves to enter into in our sex lives.
Ann seemed so natural in her role that I regretted momentarily not having
explored this with her long before.  But the regret was short lived - I was
happy that the time was here now.  I gave her about ten minutes to arrive
home before I called her again.  This time there was to be no note at all,
just verbal instructions.

"Ann, I almost forgot to tell you what I want you to wear tonight." I said
as she answered the phone  on the first ring. "Oh!" was her only reply.

"I want you to detach the cuffs from the cords on the bed.  You will wear
them and also the gift that I placed in your bottom drawer this morning.
That is all you are to wear.  Is that understood, Ann?", I asked.

"Yes, Michael, I understand. I love you.", she responded as I hung up the
phone and tried to go back to my work.  As it turned out, it was a useless
effort on my part.  Visions of my "slave" haunted my every thought and to
attempt to discard them was impossible.  I struggled to contain myself and
not leave work early.  Finally I busied myself planning out the final
details of the evening.

I tried to visualize Ann as she went to the drawer and found my "present".
It consisted of a narrow leather collar and a gold waist chain which I am
sure she would not figure out how to wear.  It was designed to pass around
the waist and through a small loop in the back.  The end of the chain was
then brought through the legs and fastened in front.  It was adjustable and
could be pulled tighter if one desired.  The chain went between her legs and
snuggled between her pussy lips.  I would be very surprised if she wore it
right!

Suddenly I realized that I had gotten lost in my thoughts.  It was 6:15 and
time to leave for home.  If you have ever driven somewhere only to realize
when you arrive, that you do not remember the drive, then you know how I
felt when I arrived!  I hesitated a moment and gathered my thoughts.  I knew
that the intensity of the evening would require a great deal of control on
my part.  After the stimulation of the day, I wanted to -- Wait!  That is an
idea.  I got out of the car, walked to the door and opened it.  Suddenly,
Ann appeared in the doorway to the living room.  She was naked except for
the collar and cuffs and the chain was dangling at her side after one turn
around the waist.

I just looked at her as I locked the door and strode to where she stood.
Without saying a word, I lifted her and carried her to a chair.  Bending her
over the back of the chair, I placed her hands on the arms and once more
told her to stay still.  I walked behind her and stroked the smooth curves
of her ass. I let my hand glide between the satin-like skin of her cheeks,
down to her pussy which was already moist.  Without saying a word, I took
her roughly from behind.  I was unable to contain myself and from the moment
I entered her I was out of control from the days pent-up passion.  I heard
her as she responded to my use of her body.  She began to thrust her hips
backwards in rythym to my forward movements.  She began to make almost
animalistic noises in her throat as she let herself experience the force of
my desire.  I could feel the muscles in the walls of her vagina as they
grabbed at my thrusting cock.  It was all that I needed and as I began to
explode, I heard her scream, "Oh, my god!  Please come!  Fill me, Michael.
I'm coming. Harder, I'm coming."  I exploded inside her and felt as if my
knees would buckle out from underneath me.

As I stepped back, Ann did an amazing thing.  She turned and dropped to her
knees and took me in her mouth.  She moved on me keeping my erection alive
for a few more minutes.  I lifted her to her feet and kissed her softly and
spoke for the first time.  "You are an incredibly sexy woman, Ann.  Do you
know that?", I asked.  She just stood there looking at the floor and shook
her head imperceptibly.  I reached to her chin and raised her head.  "You
must learn to be proud of it!  Tell me, did you feel like a woman when I
entered you just now?"  There were tears in her eyes causing them to
sparkle.  "Oh, yes, Michael, I felt so alive sexually.", she answered.
"Then be proud of your realization!  You are mine and I am proud to be with
you.  I see the way other men look at you.  You are a sexually erotic woman.
You are to learn to be contented in that fact.  Now come shower with me."

We went upstairs and I was pleased to see the black nylon straps securely
fastened to the four corners of the bed, the rope ends protruding from
either side and the blindfold neatly laid out on the pillow.  I undressed
and turned to Ann.  I undid the cuffs and the collar and took the chain from
her waist.  "You will learn how to wear this later, Ann."  I said as I led
her to the shower and adjusted the water to slightly hotter then out skin.

Once in the shower the hot water ran over us and relaxed us both.  I could
feel the tension draining from my body as i held Ann close to me.  Soaping
her down was always a pleasure, but this evening it took on new meaning as I
gently pushed aside the shower's spray and covered her with soap.  I could
feel my passion rising again as I hugged her and felt the curves of her body
press against mine, the soap providing that frictionless smoothness which
heightens the senses ans sets the entire nervous system on fire.  She turned
in my arms and I felt my erection slide between her cheeks.  She reached
back putting her arm around my neck and pulled herself up on tiptoe forcing
me deeper into her soft flesh.  She rocked back and forth and I felt myself
climbing towards orgasm again.

Then I realized what was happening she was maneuvering herself so that my
hardness was pressing against the tiny opening.  She pressed and I put my
arms around her waist to help her keep her balance.  Suddenly I felt myself
slide inside her.  She moaned as if it hurt her and I stopped moving until
she began to press once more.  Then I was totally inside her. She turned her
face up and back and I met her lips with mine.  She leaned forward and
placed her hands on the wall as I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in
and out of her tight hole.  Soap was running betwen her cheeks making each
stroke easier and smoother.  I reached around her with one hand and began to
stroke her clit.  Her passion was obvious as she began to buck against me
with more violence.

The sight of her shapely ass meeting my thrusts raised my zeal even further.
I reached for her breasts and felt them slip through my hands as she moved
faster now.  They were slipery and difficult to hold so I squeezed harder in
an effort to keep them in my hands.  The nipples were hard and Ann was lost
in her own world of pleasure as her hand slid between her legs to tease her
clit into an orgasm.  Suddenly it was over. We both felt ourselves move into
that world void of all else except focus on the center of sexual release.
The orgasm seemed greater then any before experienced and as she turned to
hold on to me, we sank to our knees and let the warm water splash over our
exhausted bodies.

We knelt there for what seemed like an hour, kissing and caressing each
other.  Suddenly the water began to turn cold and brought us both back to
reality.  I got a soft towel and dried her off kissing her all over as I
did.  As I dried each leg I let my mouth cover her pussy and gave soft,
silky licks to the pink flesh peeking out from between the folds of her
outer lips.  She trembled and stroked my face.  Getting to my feet I led her
to the bedroom and once again placed the leather cuffs on her ankles and
wrists.  I put the collar around her neck and picked up the chain.  When I
pulled the loose end between her legs she jumped a little and smiled at her
own lack of imagination in wearing it before.I knelt and spread her lips
again moving the chain between them, kissed her there again and got my robe.

Ann needed the time to fix her hair and do whatever else women do to make
them feel more desireable.  While she was doing this I went down to the
kitchen to put the finishing touches on the Scampi and char broil the
steaks.  When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that Ann had set the
table for a romantic dinner for two, candles and all.  I opened the bottle
of wine and settled down at the table to await her appearance.  Ann came
down glowing.  She came to the chair and on her own lowered her eyes and
stood with her hands by her side, saying nothing.  I took the time to drink
in her sexiness.  Her lightly tanned skin giving way to the milky white
bikini line, accentuated her breasts and lower tummy.  Her soft brown pubic
hair, trimmed for her bikini, formed a small triangle pointing to her sex
and just a hint of blushing pink showed at its apex.  She was obviously
still in an excited state.  I reached out and with a moistened finger, slid
between the folds causing her to jump slightly at the touch.

"Do you feel sexy, Ann?" I asked her.  "Oh yes, more then any other time in
my life.", was her quick reply.  "That is wonderful, Ann.  You are more then
sexy, love, you are all that female sexuality is about.", I replied.
Looking at her did not even make her nervous now.  I drank in the sight of
her naked form.  The black collar with its ring in the front, the black
bands on her wrists and ankles and the tiny gold chain speaking volumes to
me on her submission.

There she stood, totally new to me, erotic, sensual and completely available
to me.  It was then I realized that, while I may seem in control, this
woman, whom I loved dearly, was actually in control of me.  Everything about
her made me realize that there could be no other woman that could do to me
what she was doing now.  I was falling, charmed into complete worship of her
entire personhood.  In asking her to devote herself to me, I received a gift
from her which I now must handle with all the love and care that is
possible. I was caught and hoplessly imprisoned by her dedication and love
for me. Ironic as it was, by becoming her master, I had become her slave.

Ann served us dinner and I watched fascinated as her every move drove me
further into the turmoil of primal urges.  It was all that I could do to
keep my hands off her while we sat and discussed what had already happened.
It seemed that even though Ann was intimidated by this at first, she had
found release in knowing that she was not in control.  It seemed that it
gave her "permission" of sorts to let herself go and release herself to
sensual pleasures.  I was delighted to hear her able to express herself in
this way.  I talked to her and told her how I had felt and thanked her once
more for her gift.

Now would come the difficult part.  I wanted to make the roles we were
playing be consistent with the idea of a master-slave relationship.  I was
still a little scared that pushing the fantasy too far may have an adverse
effect, but decided to risk it.  While Ann cleaned up the kitchen, I began
to watch for some foolish thing that I could "blame" and punish her for.
When I found it, it was foolish - for sure.

"Ann, I have been sitting here patiently waiting for you to serve coffee.
Not only did you ignore my request, but you act as if you never heard it!",
I said knowing full well that she could not have heard what I did not
request.

"You didn't ask for cofee.", she answered.  "Ann, I believe you meant to say
I am sorry, didn't you?  You must understand that I was serious when I asked
you for unquestioned obedience.  Please come over here and kneel at my feet,
Ann."

Ann moved to me, but slower this time and a little unsure of what I was
going to do.  She looked into my eyes as if to say "Be gentle", as she knelt
on the floor.  "Ann, raise your hands above your head, please."  I said this
very softly but without a hint of emotion.  She did so hesitantly, lifting
her breasts as her arms went higher.  I reached to her and as I explained
what I expected of her once more I let my hands glide over the twin globes
presented to me in such an unprotected way.  Suddenly I took her nipples
between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched them.  It was mildly painful,
but not enough to even make Ann cry out.  In fact she moaned softly and
looked at me with love written in her eyes.  I asked her if she understood
and she replied with a nod of her head.  Again I pinched her and told her
that verbal answers were required when I spoke to her.  "Yes, Michael, I
understand.", she said.

Again I caressed her breasts and told her that the rest of the evening would
be considered training for our new positions in our relationship.  As I
talked I had her stand and indicated that she should spread her legs.  I
reached between them and felt that she was totally turned on now, responding
amazingly to the whole situation.  I continued to talk to her while petting
and stroking her pussy.  My fingers were soaked.  She listened as if in a
trance.  I told her that tonight, she would learn how to ask for what she
wanted and not be afraid to tell me in exact terms, her
thoughts, desires
and needs.  I led her upstairs to the bedroom.

Ann hesitated just the slightest moment as we entered into the bedroom.
Later she would tell me how her thoughts carried her into mild panic that
afternoon when she had prepared the bed for this night.  She knew that I
would never do anything to harm her, but it was unimaginable to her that she
should be tied there helpless to hide, conceal or defend her body in any
way.  Ann also confessed to me later that she never really felt sexy while
naked and that she had feared feeling like a fool by complying with my
desires.  Not that she wasn't capable of passion, for she was to an extreme,
but not until she crossed some remote threshold of ecstasy that broke the
barriers.  She never believed that she was capable of arousing erotic
desires with her body.  As with all of us, she did not see her beauty and
allowed some other mental image of the perfect woman to stand in the way of
her awareness of what she was to me.  Ann was about to learn that she was
all that I needed or desired in a woman.  She was about to come to terms
with her own eroticism and sensuality.  Ann would know soon, that I loved
her exactly as she was.  The only change I wanted in here was her knowledge
that she was my woman and capable of fulfilling all that I could ever desire
in a life's partner.

Ann walked to the bed and I felt her tremble as I touched her shoulder and
pushed her once more to her knees.  I took the blindfold and carefully
arranged it so that she could see no light.  I then stood her on her feet
and said to her: "Ann, you and I have had a relationship that has grown
stale in some ways.  We have not been able to trust each other with our
innermost secrets and desires.  We have, until now, not expressed our needs
or wants for fear that somehow we would be rejected.  I have risked a lot in
this experiment, and so have you.  Now it is too late to turn back even if
we wanted to.  I am going to bring you pleasure beyond anything that you
have known so far.  Tonight is just the beginning of our new life together.
Tonight by becomming my slave, you will find total freedom!"

With these words, I picked her up, kissed her soft lips and laid her on the
bed.  I gently took her hand and after kissing it and caressing it, pulled
it taut and fed the nylon strap through the cteel ring on the cuff.  I then
did the same to the other hand.  Walking to the center of the bed, I took
the rope that was passed under the bed and tied a loop around her right leg
just above the knee and then went to the other side and did tthe same
pulling them open so that her knees almost touched the matress.  I then
secured the anklets to the nylon ties at the foot of the bed.  Ann was now
tied in such a way that she could not close her legs or move her arms.  I
then took a pillow and raising her hips tucked it under her lifting her
shapely behind off the bed.

I then told her that she was not to talk or make a sound unless I gave her
permission.  "Not a sound, Ann, is that clear?", I said to which she
responded "Yes." in a whimper-like voice.  That was greeted with a slap
across her raised behind and again the command "Not a sound!".  This time
Ann shook her head yes and received a quick kiss to each breast and on her
mouth.  When I kissed her, the hunger in her mouth was evident as she
struggled to prolong the contact.  She was looking for reassurance.  I gave
it to her!

As I stepped back to observe my handiwork a feeling of satisfaction that I
had never known overtook me.  Here before me on the bed, tied and helpless
was the form of the faceless woman of my fantasies.  Wonderfully erotic in
her helplessness, overwhelmingly sensuous in her glorious womanhood, and
animalistically arousing in her nakedness, she had me in fully in her power
and I would never be the same again.  I was helpless before her charms and
hypnotised by her wanton beauty.

I moved to the bedside and sat next to her.  Next to the bed was a small
bottle of scented and flavored massage oil.  I took the bottle and began
with her right arm.  After pouring the oil on it, I began to rub it into
each tiny area of exposed skin.  The oil got warm when rubbed or blown on,
as a matter of fact it got hot.  I blew softly on it, heating it up and then
used my tongus in soft velvety licks to remove the oil from her wrist.  Next
I did the same to her shoulders and neck.  For the next hour I busied myself
covering every square inch of exposed skin with the exception of her
breasts, inner thighs and her pussy.  I momentarily touched her there and
she was dripping wet with desire now, but relief was still a long way off
for Ann.

Moving back to her upper torso, I rubbed the oil into her breast, being
careful not to touch the nipple.  I spent a long time gently massaging and
blowing on the slick skin, heating the oil and sensing her reaction.  Each
time Ann would move to try to get me to suckle her swollen nipple, she would
receive instead a pinch instead.  I was lost in the softness of her
beautiful breasts and the textures that I seemed to find with each passing
moment.  Finally sure that Ann was worked to a fever pitch, I stopped and
asked her, "Ann, what would you like me to do for you now?  You can talk to
me, hon."

"Please, Michael, I am on fire, please!", she said.  Of course I could
imagine what she wanted, but would not give in.  Instead I said, "Ann, you
have to be specific.  I know what you want and you know what you want.  Why
can't you tell me?   I will not continue until you do.", to emphasize this I
reached down and cupped her soft, wet mound in my hand momentarily.  Ann
instantly moved herself against it and I pulled away.

"My god, Michael, I need you.  Please!", she said.  I said nothing.  I moved
from the bed to a lounge chair and sat quietly.  "Michael?" Ann said after a
minute, "Michael, where are you?"  Again I was silent.

Ann struggled against her bonds now only to discover for the first time that
she was indeed helpless.  After 10 minutes of not answering, I walked
quietly to the bedside once more.  I removed the chain from between her legs
and said, "You wish me to continue the massage?"  "Oh yes, please, Michael,
please."  I took the oil and smoothed some of it out on her inner thigh from
the knee to where the flesh curves inward to form the outer lips of her
pussy.

With slow deliberate care, I began to alternately rub and blow on the oil.
Then ever so slowly began to lick it off of her working upward until I got
to those soft folds of down covered flesh.  Momentarily I let my tongue
flick over her clitoris and withdrew to the other thigh, where I began the
process all over again.  By the time I had once more reached her wide open
pussy, her juices were visibly coating her cheeks and some had already
stained the pillow.  Ann was delerious now.  She began bucking to reach my
face, but I avoided all but the briefest touches to her sex.

Ann began to plead with me now in earnest, "Michael, please eat me.  Please
touch my pussy, Michael, I can't take this any longer!", she was almost
crying now.  As a reward for her honesty, I leaned forward and kissed her
full on her spread pussy lips.  I poured some oil on it and watched the
fluid as it ran over her mound, flowed across her swollen inner lips and
into her open vagina, to mix with her own sweet juices.  Ann hissed thru her
teeth as she moved her hips trying to contain her passion which was about to
explode in uncontrollable wantonness.

I laid down between her splayed legs and softly blew on the oil.  I could
feel the heat from her pussy as it combined with her own.  She let out a cry
at the sensations I was causing her to experience.  "Oh god, please, let me
come, Michael, please don't make me wait any longer.", she cried out.  I
then began to slowly lick the oil and her natural lubricant from her exposed
sex.  She shook violently each time that I touched the fleshy hood covering
her clit. Shock waves of pleasure shotthru her body as she thrusted her hips
and tried to grind her pussy into my face.  I did not allow that yet, but
kept distance enough so that only the tip of my tongue touched her.

Finally I moved up and clamped my lips over her clitoris and biting ever so
gently took it into my mouth and flicked across it with my tongue.  I had
never seen Ann react this way before.  She became an animal and her cries
matched her fury.  I slid two fingers inside her and reached her g-spot
letting her press downward and move against them.  I felt her muscles
tighten and loosen in spasmodic contractions as she began her orgasm.  It
was like a string of firecrackers.  One after another they came each one
more violent then the one before. I used my tongue to tease her clit as it
attempted to withdraw from direct stimulation. Licking each side of the tiny
shaft, rolling it between my lips until Ann collapsed in exhaustion and lay
still.  I moved to her face and heard her soft sobs.  She turned to me and
her lips, swollen from her own biting parted for a deep hungering kiss.  She
then moved her mouth to taste her own passion which was on my face still.  I
had never been with this Ann.  This was a whole new woman, a whole new
adventure in sexuality.

After that, I released her and we made passionate love.  Since that night,
Ann and I have lived out this fantasy to greater depths.  We enjoy our
sexual roles and we are open and honest with each other.  We feel much more
in touch with our feelings and our love for each other continues to be
renewed in new and exciting ways.  If you have an Ann, why not leave her a
note tomorrow, you may be surprised!

-The End-