Eve Langlais: Holiday Kink

I pulled back from him, puzzlement creasing my face. “How the hell do you find help for something like this?”

Color bloomed in his cheeks, something I hadn’t seen since our teenage years when we’d first started fooling around. “I went to a BDSM club and talked to the owner about taking lessons.”

I tried to picture my husband in a den of iniquity. I bit back a giggle at the thought of him in a suit taking notes on his Blackberry as another Dom showed him the finer points of punishment. I lost the battle and laughed. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but how did you take lessons in spanking and stuff?” In other words, had he spanked someone else first, and was my jealousy stronger than my excitement over the thought of him applying his hand to someone else’s flesh? Judging by the cream pooling in my cleft, excitement won.

His cheeks brightened even further and he had difficulty meeting my eyes. “Actually, they said in order to be an effective Dom, I first needed to understand the position of a submissive.”

Oh yeah, definite arousal. A mental picture of Andrew on his knees, a disciplining hand marking his hard buttocks brought back my desire as if I hadn’t just been sated.

“Tell me more,” I begged and I moved off his lap. I sat on the floor in front of him and bent my knees as I parted my thighs.

With his eyes riveted on my exposed pussy, which I stroked with a slow finger, he began to talk. “They put me in the care of a couple about our age, also married. He-” Andrew swallowed and took a breath. “He made me undress completely and had me kneel beside his wife but with my face beside her ass so I could see. At first I didn’t want to do it.”

“Why?” I couldn’t believe Andrew, my staid and boring husband had done something so daring, so hot. All for me.

“I’ve never been naked with anyone but you.”

“Did it excite you to be naked with another woman?” I asked, my jealousy actually fueling my desire.

“I felt dirty. Like I was doing something bad, even though she never touched me and I never got off.”

Dirty boy indeed. I slid a finger into my silky cleft, my channel quivering and ready again for action. “Were you hard?”

Andrew hung his head and whispered, “Yes. I couldn’t help myself.”

Even the retelling excited him for his cock poked up, already semi-erect. “Did he spank you?”

Andrew nodded, unable to look me in the eyes, his cheeks ruddy. “At first I couldn’t understand why anybody would do it. It hurt. But the more he did it, the more I liked it, and I got hard even though I didn’t want to.”

“Why didn’t you want to?” I could picture the scene so clearly, my husband reluctantly allowing himself to be spanked, by a man no less. I wished I could have experienced it in person. My fingers slid across my slick cunt as I imagined lying beneath him sucking his cock as he was spanked, Andrew’s face buried in my pussy.

“I was just supposed to learn how to please you. I didn’t want to get excited because another guy was touching me.”

“If I told you I fantasize about being with you and another man would I shock you?” I asked, my finger circling my engorged clit.

Andrew groaned. “I know I should say I don’t want to share you. But, the things I saw on your computer and in the club. Fuck, it made me so horny.”

I stood up and put a hand on my hip and gave him a saucy look. “I’m horny too. Right now. I’ve been such a bad girl Andrew, and I need to be punished. I want you to punish me and teach me my place. Show me what else they taught you” Just being able to say those things aloud was exciting. I no longer had to hide what I wanted. My best friend and lover had taken a step-a huge one-to join me on this journey of sexual discovery, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted to experience everything now.

My words transformed him from a confessing, guilty husband to flinty eyed Dom with a raging hard on.

“Strip and wash yourself thoroughly. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re done.”

My cunt throbbing with excitement, I did as ordered, washing the traces of our first bout of lovemaking-or should I say fucking-from my body. Naked and my skin shivering in delight, I strode into the bedroom and stopped, my knees weak and trembling. While I’d bathed, Andrew had been busy. The manacles were attached to the four posters of our bed and I swallowed in anticipation. I’d never worn restraints before. I feared giving up my control, but my pussy throbbed in excitement as I prepared to embark on my first foray into the pleasures of bondage.

“Lie on your back on the bed,” he ordered from behind me.

I jumped a little but did as I was told, clambering onto our bed, lying down arms and legs spread. Anticipation budded my nipples and moistened my already soaking cleft. My husband, naked and erect, went around the four corners of the bed, restraining me. At the feel of the first cold leather manacle cinching around my wrist, I bit my lip and my cleft tightened. By the time he’d done the circuit my breathing was ragged. I pulled at my tethers, the fear of vulnerability feeding my desire.

Andrew knelt between my legs, the wooden handle of a latex flog held between his teeth. Excitement shone in his eyes. My husband, a closet sadist and Dom, I never would have thought it.

I licked my lips. “What are you going to do?”

He shook his head at me. “I didn’t give you permission to speak. Naughty girl.”

He left the bed for a moment, the mattress springing up. In seconds, he was back, straddling my upper body with his naked flesh, his hard heavy cock lying between my breasts.

“Close your eyes and open wide,” he ordered.

Obediently I clamped my eyes shut and parted my lips. The fabric stuffed into my mouth had me opening my eyes quick. The scent of pussy drifted into my nose and I realized he’d stuffed me with my own panties. I struggled against my bonds, shocked at his action. However, with him sitting on me and tied as I was, all I managed to do was tire myself and chafe my wrists and ankles.

Panic fluttered in my breast even as excitement lubed my cunt. Helpless and at his mercy, what was I in for? Earlier, I hadn’t taken his Dom attitude seriously. It had still been a game for me. But with his callous treatment, a true master punishing a sub routine, I realized, he meant to make me live the fantasy.

The realization made my pussy clench so tight I almost orgasmed. As I went through my mini epiphany, he watched me, his hard cock heavy on my chest and his gaze even heavier. Andrew slid back so that his rod lay hot and turgid on my belly.

“The only problem with the gag,” he said in a flat monotone, the flog he’d bitten down on earlier now hanging from one of his hands, “is you can’t use your safe word. But…” He dragged the latex strands across my breasts and my nipples hardened to little pebbles. “As your husband and master, you will trust me to give you only pleasure. After a touch of…” the flog suddenly spun and slapped across my tit. I cried out against the gag at the sharp, stinging pain. “…punishment for your insolent manner.”

Thus did my husband, whom I’d never seen exhibit any violence in his life apart from the occasional spider kill, whip me. And while he enjoyed it, I think I enjoyed it even more.

He wielded the flog like an extension of himself, twisting and striking the tender flesh of my breasts expertly. My globes throbbed and I could just imagine how red the skin would be. With each calculated shot, I flinched and made noise while my pussy got wetter and wetter.

Aching and on fire, he finally left off punishing my breasts and moved to kneel between my legs, his cock jutting proudly from his body. His free hand grabbed at the latex strands and he looped the flog under his cock, stroking the rubbery strands over his engorged shaft.