Jack stood naked in the bathroom doorway. It was 7 a.m. Saturday morning, and he had just finished depilating his body from the waist down, as I had instructed him.
"Looking good, honey. Nice and smooth," I said. I motioned him towards the bed. We had a rustic king-size bed, the legs of which were made of polished 8-inch thick logs. The headboard consisted of five 4-inch thick logs set horizontally about 2 inches apart between the two legs at the head of the bed. If you looked closely, you might notice that the logs forming the bed were studded with 1.25-inch eyebolts at strategic locations.
"Lay down, lover, so I can rev you up for our 'Nothing but Work Around the House Weekend!'"
"Yes, Miss Susan," Jack responded. He was on his back, with his arms spread, and pointed towards the corners of the head of the bed. I buckled a leather cuff on each wrist; these were each attached by braided leather ropes to one of the eyebolts I mentioned. He thought that he was going to get an orgasm to start off the weekend, but little did he know what I had in store for him!
Jack and I are in our early thirties; I'm an electrical engineer, he's a chemical engineer. We met in grad school, and have been married just over six years. Our sex life was always fine, as far as I was concerned; I was definitely satisfied, unlike some of my girlfriends. But a little over a year ago, Jack had brought up pegging. I wasn't *against* it; beyond seeing an occasional item on the web about how pegging was increasing in popularity, I just hadn't thought about it much. I didn't tell Jack "no," but I did say I wanted a little time to think about it.
Being somewhat of a geek, I started reading up on pegging. The human anal area is full of nerve endings, and of course, in men, there's the prostate. On a purely physical basis, I knew Jack was interested in experiencing the pleasure pegging could bring him. Somewhat more intriguing was what women had to say about it, regarding the inversion of the power dynamic. Many women said that being the "aggressor," the penetrator, and so on, and having their partner in a submissive position, was why they liked pegging. I decided that, yes, I'd be willing to indulge Jack, and at the same time see for myself what it was like.
I had a dildo, but I didn't fancy Jack using it in his ass to prepare himself for pegging. So, we selected a butt plug of moderate size that would be just for him. He took care of inserting it; he sometimes wore it during regular sex, and sometimes simply had it in ass during evenings to stretch himself. I ordered a strap-on harness that had gathered several comments from women touting its comfort and fit, and Jack and I together selected a nice, black dildo, with some ridges on it. It measured 6.5" long, and 1.25" in diameter. Unbeknownst to Jack, I took the liberty of updating the order to a larger size: 8" long, and 1.75" in diameter. It just seemed hotter, and besides, what Jack didn't know wouldn't... worry him. I told him that when our order arrived, I wanted to open it.
A week later, the harness and dildo arrived. I tried it on without telling Jack, and I have to tell you, standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, it looked pretty good jutting out in front of me. I stood there, feet about shoulder width apart, hands on my hips, admiring my reflection. Surprising myself, I began to get a little turned on.
On Friday morning, I told Jack he might want to consider wearing his butt plug to work, because tonight was the night. He smiled, and said that he thought he was ready. I laughed, and said, "OK; it's your ass on the line!"
All day at work, I was picturing how the evening would go. I had originally thought about this as simply accommodating a desire of Jack's, but the image of myself with a powerful cock kept appearing in my mind's eye.
That evening we had a light dinner, and both of us had three glasses of wine, rather than our usual two. As we cleaned up the kitchen, Jack had his hands all over me, and it was obvious that he was sporting a boner.
"Ready to take some dick, honey?," I asked; "Yours seems to be pretty happy right now."
"Susan, I've been ready all week," he answered.
I slapped his butt. "Well, then, let's go!"
Jack gave himself an enema, to be "extra clean," as he put it. To be honest, I didn't really want to know the details, so I waited until he was finished with that, and had been in the shower a few minutes before I joined him. Upon drying off, I stroked Jack's cock a couple of times, and told him to wait for me on the bed, face down. I wanted to "strap on" in the bathroom, so that he wouldn't have much of a chance to notice the larger size of the dildo I had ordered.
When I stepped out, I saw that he had dimmed the lights a bit. He looked at me, and I noticed him squint a bit suspiciously, but he was still smiling.
"On your knees, babe - ass up, head down!," I told him. He assumed the position, and I slipped some surgical gloves on. We had agreed ahead of time that I would lube him up. I put a big dab of lube right on his asshole and started working it around. I then slowly started to push my index finger into his ass. He groaned softly; there was some initial resistance, but less than I had anticipated. Two fingers, then three.
"OK, Jack - it's time," I said, as I touched the head of the dildo to his asshole.
"Uh huh," he grunted in assent, as I very slowly began to push the dildo into him.
Jack on his knees and forearms, with his face scrunched up a bit. Me, on my knees, with one hand on his hip, and the other guiding the dildo.
It was as if my pussy knew how much I was enjoying this before my brain did. I had been watching Jack's face for feedback, and I realized I was getting more and more wet as the dildo entered Jack.
I looked down. Two inches in, six to go. I grabbed both of Jack's hips, and started to thrust forward again. As I watched the cock slowly disappear into my husband, I felt ... something ... begin to build within me. Further and further I penetrated, and I realized I was literally dripping. Finally, the front of my thighs made contact with the cheeks of his ass.
Right at that moment, I glanced over at the large mirror on our bedroom wall. Thoughts echoed in my head. My. Dick. Is. Buried. In. His. Ass. Oh, my god. I. AM. FUCKING. MY. HUSBAND. WITH. MY. HUGE. COCK. That "something" I felt inside was going to be an earthquake of an orgasm.
I pulled out half an inch, then thrust forward again, hearing Jack grunt. Again I did it. Again. A little more each time. Beginning to speed up. Faster. Faster.
As my hips continuously snapped forward and back, I became conscious of the rush of blood in my ears. My grip tightened on Jack's hips as I slammed my massive cock into his ass. His grunts, sounding as though they were coming from away, had blended into one continuous moan. The base of the dildo was rubbing on my clit, and the heat in my pussy was beginning to spread.
I realized words were coming out of my mouth. "Jack. I'm fucking you. I'm owning you, Jack. I. Own. You. My HUGE COCK is deep in your ASS, and I'm making you MY FUCK TOY OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR ASSHOLE YOU PIECE OF ASS AND I... eeyaAAHHHhh UH UH UUUNNGGGHHHHHHHHHH..."
The strongest orgasm I'd ever experienced rolled through my body.
I don't think I actually passed out, but I was out of it for anywhere from five to twenty minutes. I became aware that I was laying on Jack's back, with the dildo still buried in his ass. I heard his voice, asking quietly, "Susan? Susan, are you OK?"
"Yes, honey," I answered, "How about you?"
"I... I think so, but I think I'm going to be walking pretty slowly for a while. Can we get that thing out of me now?"
"Sure, Jack, but let me tell you..." I moved up a little so I could put my lips practically in his ear, and I whispered, "I hope you enjoyed that, because I certainly did. We're going to be doing a LOT of that from now on."
From that point on, I took charge of our love life. Jack didn't put up much of a fight, and I definitely had a fantastic time, with more orgasms than ever before. Handcuffs, a cock cage, even a humbler became part of our "inventory." There was plenty of teasing, some denial, and some light "torture."
I occasionally had second thoughts, but I eventually worked out for myself that it wasn't about inflicting pain on Jack (though that happened from time to time), nor was it about humiliating him (though a little of that happened, too). It was simply the control that I got off on. I loved Jack's submission to me, and that I now completely controlled his cock, his orgasms, his entire sexual experience. I would never give that up.
Now that I've explained how our Femdom marriage came to be, let me get back to what I was first talking about. It was, in fact, the first anniversary of that first pegging. I wanted to make it memorable for Jack, and of course, I wanted to enjoy it, too. I had come up with a way to extend my control over Jack, to become not just a Mistress, but a Goddess - a Domestic Goddess, you might say.
It appealed to the tinkerer and techno-geek in me, and the thought of how Jack would react to it had let me easily masturbate myself to orgasm many times, as I put the pieces together.
To be continued...
"Looking good, honey. Nice and smooth," I said. I motioned him towards the bed. We had a rustic king-size bed, the legs of which were made of polished 8-inch thick logs. The headboard consisted of five 4-inch thick logs set horizontally about 2 inches apart between the two legs at the head of the bed. If you looked closely, you might notice that the logs forming the bed were studded with 1.25-inch eyebolts at strategic locations.
"Lay down, lover, so I can rev you up for our 'Nothing but Work Around the House Weekend!'"
"Yes, Miss Susan," Jack responded. He was on his back, with his arms spread, and pointed towards the corners of the head of the bed. I buckled a leather cuff on each wrist; these were each attached by braided leather ropes to one of the eyebolts I mentioned. He thought that he was going to get an orgasm to start off the weekend, but little did he know what I had in store for him!
Jack and I are in our early thirties; I'm an electrical engineer, he's a chemical engineer. We met in grad school, and have been married just over six years. Our sex life was always fine, as far as I was concerned; I was definitely satisfied, unlike some of my girlfriends. But a little over a year ago, Jack had brought up pegging. I wasn't *against* it; beyond seeing an occasional item on the web about how pegging was increasing in popularity, I just hadn't thought about it much. I didn't tell Jack "no," but I did say I wanted a little time to think about it.
Being somewhat of a geek, I started reading up on pegging. The human anal area is full of nerve endings, and of course, in men, there's the prostate. On a purely physical basis, I knew Jack was interested in experiencing the pleasure pegging could bring him. Somewhat more intriguing was what women had to say about it, regarding the inversion of the power dynamic. Many women said that being the "aggressor," the penetrator, and so on, and having their partner in a submissive position, was why they liked pegging. I decided that, yes, I'd be willing to indulge Jack, and at the same time see for myself what it was like.
I had a dildo, but I didn't fancy Jack using it in his ass to prepare himself for pegging. So, we selected a butt plug of moderate size that would be just for him. He took care of inserting it; he sometimes wore it during regular sex, and sometimes simply had it in ass during evenings to stretch himself. I ordered a strap-on harness that had gathered several comments from women touting its comfort and fit, and Jack and I together selected a nice, black dildo, with some ridges on it. It measured 6.5" long, and 1.25" in diameter. Unbeknownst to Jack, I took the liberty of updating the order to a larger size: 8" long, and 1.75" in diameter. It just seemed hotter, and besides, what Jack didn't know wouldn't... worry him. I told him that when our order arrived, I wanted to open it.
A week later, the harness and dildo arrived. I tried it on without telling Jack, and I have to tell you, standing in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom, it looked pretty good jutting out in front of me. I stood there, feet about shoulder width apart, hands on my hips, admiring my reflection. Surprising myself, I began to get a little turned on.
On Friday morning, I told Jack he might want to consider wearing his butt plug to work, because tonight was the night. He smiled, and said that he thought he was ready. I laughed, and said, "OK; it's your ass on the line!"
All day at work, I was picturing how the evening would go. I had originally thought about this as simply accommodating a desire of Jack's, but the image of myself with a powerful cock kept appearing in my mind's eye.
That evening we had a light dinner, and both of us had three glasses of wine, rather than our usual two. As we cleaned up the kitchen, Jack had his hands all over me, and it was obvious that he was sporting a boner.
"Ready to take some dick, honey?," I asked; "Yours seems to be pretty happy right now."
"Susan, I've been ready all week," he answered.
I slapped his butt. "Well, then, let's go!"
Jack gave himself an enema, to be "extra clean," as he put it. To be honest, I didn't really want to know the details, so I waited until he was finished with that, and had been in the shower a few minutes before I joined him. Upon drying off, I stroked Jack's cock a couple of times, and told him to wait for me on the bed, face down. I wanted to "strap on" in the bathroom, so that he wouldn't have much of a chance to notice the larger size of the dildo I had ordered.
When I stepped out, I saw that he had dimmed the lights a bit. He looked at me, and I noticed him squint a bit suspiciously, but he was still smiling.
"On your knees, babe - ass up, head down!," I told him. He assumed the position, and I slipped some surgical gloves on. We had agreed ahead of time that I would lube him up. I put a big dab of lube right on his asshole and started working it around. I then slowly started to push my index finger into his ass. He groaned softly; there was some initial resistance, but less than I had anticipated. Two fingers, then three.
"OK, Jack - it's time," I said, as I touched the head of the dildo to his asshole.
"Uh huh," he grunted in assent, as I very slowly began to push the dildo into him.
Jack on his knees and forearms, with his face scrunched up a bit. Me, on my knees, with one hand on his hip, and the other guiding the dildo.
It was as if my pussy knew how much I was enjoying this before my brain did. I had been watching Jack's face for feedback, and I realized I was getting more and more wet as the dildo entered Jack.
I looked down. Two inches in, six to go. I grabbed both of Jack's hips, and started to thrust forward again. As I watched the cock slowly disappear into my husband, I felt ... something ... begin to build within me. Further and further I penetrated, and I realized I was literally dripping. Finally, the front of my thighs made contact with the cheeks of his ass.
Right at that moment, I glanced over at the large mirror on our bedroom wall. Thoughts echoed in my head. My. Dick. Is. Buried. In. His. Ass. Oh, my god. I. AM. FUCKING. MY. HUSBAND. WITH. MY. HUGE. COCK. That "something" I felt inside was going to be an earthquake of an orgasm.
I pulled out half an inch, then thrust forward again, hearing Jack grunt. Again I did it. Again. A little more each time. Beginning to speed up. Faster. Faster.
As my hips continuously snapped forward and back, I became conscious of the rush of blood in my ears. My grip tightened on Jack's hips as I slammed my massive cock into his ass. His grunts, sounding as though they were coming from away, had blended into one continuous moan. The base of the dildo was rubbing on my clit, and the heat in my pussy was beginning to spread.
I realized words were coming out of my mouth. "Jack. I'm fucking you. I'm owning you, Jack. I. Own. You. My HUGE COCK is deep in your ASS, and I'm making you MY FUCK TOY OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR ASSHOLE YOU PIECE OF ASS AND I... eeyaAAHHHhh UH UH UUUNNGGGHHHHHHHHHH..."
The strongest orgasm I'd ever experienced rolled through my body.
I don't think I actually passed out, but I was out of it for anywhere from five to twenty minutes. I became aware that I was laying on Jack's back, with the dildo still buried in his ass. I heard his voice, asking quietly, "Susan? Susan, are you OK?"
"Yes, honey," I answered, "How about you?"
"I... I think so, but I think I'm going to be walking pretty slowly for a while. Can we get that thing out of me now?"
"Sure, Jack, but let me tell you..." I moved up a little so I could put my lips practically in his ear, and I whispered, "I hope you enjoyed that, because I certainly did. We're going to be doing a LOT of that from now on."
From that point on, I took charge of our love life. Jack didn't put up much of a fight, and I definitely had a fantastic time, with more orgasms than ever before. Handcuffs, a cock cage, even a humbler became part of our "inventory." There was plenty of teasing, some denial, and some light "torture."
I occasionally had second thoughts, but I eventually worked out for myself that it wasn't about inflicting pain on Jack (though that happened from time to time), nor was it about humiliating him (though a little of that happened, too). It was simply the control that I got off on. I loved Jack's submission to me, and that I now completely controlled his cock, his orgasms, his entire sexual experience. I would never give that up.
Now that I've explained how our Femdom marriage came to be, let me get back to what I was first talking about. It was, in fact, the first anniversary of that first pegging. I wanted to make it memorable for Jack, and of course, I wanted to enjoy it, too. I had come up with a way to extend my control over Jack, to become not just a Mistress, but a Goddess - a Domestic Goddess, you might say.
It appealed to the tinkerer and techno-geek in me, and the thought of how Jack would react to it had let me easily masturbate myself to orgasm many times, as I put the pieces together.
To be continued...