Beneficially HIS

But it’s happening so fast. Are you sure you want to go through with this?

Come on Miss Librarian. We can do this. Start the tub. Call George.

“Do you agree to the terms of the letter?”

“Yes, sir.”

Click.

But I’m scared, I wanted to say; a little reassurance would be nice right now.

Quit your whining. How’s the water? Any hotter and I’d cook myself. Now where are those damned scissors? Right, buried in this vanity drawer. God this is weird, I’ve trimmed for bathing suits before, but sitting here on the toilet….snip, snip, snip…never realized there was so much.

Oooo…that’s hot…just go slow…aaah, that feels good.

He loves you, doesn’t he?

Yes.

He wouldn’t hurt you, would he?

No. Damn, this water’s so hot, it’s making me sweat.

It’s good for you. Relax, it’ll be alright. Let’s enjoy it for a while.

Okay, your five minutes are up and besides, my scalp itches. Time to wash up.

Now who’s in a hurry? But you’re right… and we’ve still got to…shave.

Drain tub, start shower, lather, rinse, repeat. Conditioner. Soap.

If you’re so scared, why’d your tummy tighten and nipples perk up when you washed your boobs?

I didn’t say I wasn’t excited. Final rinse. Better get a new…

Blade? Maybe two. Damn the edge of this tub is slippery.

The tub ain’t the only thing that’s slippery. Careful you horny bitch! Don’t want George coming home to find you bleeding all over the place.

Shut up! You’re just making it more difficult. It’s really tough down..

“I see you’re being a good slave and following my instructions.”

I didn’t know George was home and flinched at the sound of his voice. It was a damn good thing I was between strokes when he said that. Could have meant a very embarrassing trip to the emergency room!

I’d bleed to death first!

“Yes, sir, but I am having some problems with the hair at the bottom of my…”

“Cunt. Say it. It’s your cunt.”

I can’t believe you said it.

I had to; we had to. What, you wanted to say vagina? Vaginas have boring, unmemorable sex. Cunts get FUCKED! And don’t try to tell that’s not what you want too.

Okay, we’ll get down on our hands and knees, ass in the air so he can finish shaving.

Mmmm. His fingers; the razor. It’s so wickedly and wonderfully decadent.

Oh god, he’s even shaving…do you think he would want to..?

Fuck my ass? Of course I know I’ve never done it before, but right now I wouldn’t deny him anything.

“All done slut. I’ll let you finish getting ready. Call me when you’re done.”

Not again! Don’t leave me like this!

Turn on the shower. Ow! Wow that’s hot.

And that’s a surprise because? You’re the one who was so eager to shave your vagi…I mean cunt. There, I said it. Happy now?

Very. But now it’s time to dry off and put on…look at you and those erasers on your tits and those puffy, glistening…if I had a slinky for a spine I could…

Stop daydreaming girl. Get busy with the makeup. Good thing George asked for a trashy look. You’re shaking so badly, you couldn’t help but be heavy handed…I must say it goes well with the rest of your appearance.

What’s next? Oh yeah, George was putting an outfit on the…oooo, red. What an appropriate color! Stockings, garter belt and matching bra, but what’s this? I get it, my nipples stick out through...damn that feels good getting them in right.

Come on girl! You’ve put on pantyhose plenty of times before and you’ve only got to put these on one at a time…..success!

In an uncontrollable discharge of energy, I shouted “I am ready, sir!” And wondered if the neighbors heard.

As instructed, I awaited George on my knees with my head bowed. Forehead on the floor and highly conscious of my ragged breathing, the waiting seemed an eternity. I dared not look up as I heard him enter, accompanied by the clinking of ice in a drink. Bastard must have fixed himself another, but he did set it down.

“That’s a good little slut,” he announced sternly. “Now look at me.”

Rise slowly, knees together, don’t reveal too much too soon. Who knows where that involuntary shudder came from, but it was the perfect conclusion. He may be trying to talk tough, but I see the lust burning in those wanton eyes. I’m onto you mister and oh yes! I’ll play.

“Spread your knees and show me yourself!”

That’s it! Feast your eyes on the cunt you just shaved.

“Excellent. You have become a very alluring slut and I am tempted to fuck you right now, but first we must consider the proper punishment for your behavior over the past two weeks. Do you agree that you were a bad girl for hiding your desires from me? For making me wonder what I had done wrong?”

Getting a bit melodramatic, aren’t we?

“Answer me slut!” he yelled while pinching my nipples, not really hard, but more vigorously than he’d ever done before.

“OW!” I yelped, more in surprise at the sudden stimulation than in pain and regretted pushing his hands away instinctively.

“I see you have a lot to learn slut. Don’t ever try to stop me again, unless you want further punishment. Now put your hands behind your back.”

He knelt beside me, held my wrists in one hand and with the other recommenced pinching me in a crescendo of intensity.

“So do you agree that you deserve to be punished for your behavior of the past two weeks?”

Now it is starting to hurt. Time to answer.

“Yes sir, I do, but please don’t pinch my nipples so hard.”

“I’ll decide what happens, slut, but I don’t plan any more for your tits.”

He released me. Did I just make a mistake? He won’t leave me hanging on the edge again, will he?

“Now, your ass needs a good spanking.”

That’s certainly not being ignored.

“One swat for each day you lied and hid your secret from me, so 14 is the total. Now, back down on your elbows and spread those legs more. But, if you put your hands up to stop me, we’ll start over from the beginning. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” Actually it had been more than two weeks, but I wasn’t about to up the ante and complied with his order, as George stood and moved behind me.

Relax, take a deep breath. It’s not helping, my heart’s gonna explode! Afraid? A little. Mostly, I just want to cum.

I heard a paper bag being opened. Curious, I turned my head, but all I could see was George peering into the bag, with that same lusty smirk on his face that he’d shown in the kitchen.

“Would my slut like to know what I have for her?”

“Yes sir.”

“Oh, you’ll find out alright, but you’ll feel them more than see them. Let’s start with this blindfold.”

It was black satin. George carefully arranged the blindfold over my eyes to make certain I could not see.

“Don’t remove it unless I tell you.”

The sudden loss of sight was torturous, heightening my other senses - the rough carpet against my nipples, the empty longing in my cunt and the anticipatory twitching of my butt.

More rustling of the paper sack, followed by the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling his belt – oh my god! He wouldn’t use THAT on me? The sound of a zipper. Whoo, that’s a relief! Clank. The buckle must have hit the floor. A brief silence broken by the sound of him hopping on the floor, as he must have gotten his foot caught in his underwear. I smiled, but only momentarily, as the conjured image evolved to include the bobbing of his gloriously hard cock.

I was about to scream at him for keeping me waiting when I felt him kneel between my splayed calves. My butt tightened expectantly. Wrong again! Just fingertips trailing lightly down my cheeks, then across my naked lips. Are they really opening for him or does it just seem that way? He’s found my clit. ‘Finally!’ my mind screams as I push back on his hand, rocking my hips.

“So, my little slut is still excited?”

What a stupid question! But I only reply, “Yes sir.”

A sudden buzzing sound gives me pause. No doubt about what that must be. Holy shit, that vibe is incredible, even just sliding along my lips, and when it reaches my clit, the intensity is almost unbearable. (Emphasis on the almost.)

SMACK! Startled, I lost contact with the vibe. The sting returns me to earth, but it’s stimulating in its own right as a different kind of heat alloys itself with the fire between my thighs.

An ‘ooo’ escapes my mouth, although I am reasonably certain that this is not the first sound I have made.

“That’s one, only thirteen to go!”

The vibe returns as do the smacks on my ass, but at irregular intervals, keeping me on a sexual bungee, but just as I am about to cum, I’m aware of another new sensation. The now very slick vibe is not only tracing the length of my cunt, but it’s also sliding around my asshole. I had previously experimented touching myself there while masturbating, and liked it, but this was so much more intense, and pushed my ass up each time the vibe reached that point in its journey.

But it all suddenly stopped.

“So, my little slut likes her asshole played with?”

Why are you asking me questions at a time like this? I’m in no state to talk! Come on Lyn, say something!

“I never thought I would, but I feel more turned on than ever. Would you please fuck me sir?”

“Oh yes. I’m going to fuck you, but not as you might expect.”

The vibe returned. To my ass. And lingered before sliding along my cunt, only to stop again at my ass.

Panic attack, panic attack!

“Sir, you can’t mean…”

“That I’m going to fuck your ass? Not exactly, you’re going to do it.”

Huh? Not sure what that meant, but I’m certain I will.

The vibe returned to my cunt.

“Keep riding this vibrator while I get you ready.”

No problem there. Riding the vibe, that is, as he held it against my cunt once more. But then I audibly gasped as a thick, cold liquid ran down my butt crack. Damn, I wish I could see what he was doing….hmmm, maybe not…as a finger began to trace my pucker. So gentle. I was afraid he might just ram it in me. I couldn’t help but moan.

“Is it really so bad my little slut?”

“No sir, just different. You’ve never touched me there before.”

“No, I haven’t, but it’s a pleasure too long denied.”

His finger began pressing for admission and the way he worked the vibe forced me to push back in order for it to touch my clit. How wonderful! I could accept it at my own pace and get rewarded at the same time. And then, oh my god, it’s in. Not much, but in nonetheless. And it didn’t hurt as much as I expected, definitely bearable.

He’s moving with me now, going deeper.

Two fingers! I don’t know if I can…ugh! Easier than the first (really!). A little more pain, but with the vibe on my clit, it’s an intoxicating combination.

No, don’t stop! OOOH, something larger and oh so familiar. Remember, exhale, push out and back, just like with his fingers. Try again! Dammit I want him in my ass! Once more. Oww! Hurts a lot, but…Yes! The head was in.

As George dropped the vibe, we both paused; sure it was nice to let me adjust, but more importantly, there was an unspoken pact, a moment of quasi-silence (the vibe wasn’t in on it) to honor the passing of my anal cherry.

“I can’t work the vibe any more, my love. Here.”

George picked up the vibe and held it to my tummy.

‘My love,’ the words had never sounded sweeter. Oh, right. He won’t be able to reach any more once….I eagerly took it and brought it back to my clit. Mmm.

Until today, he’d only ever cum in my vagina, but now he’d already fucked my mouth and now he would take my ass. I am truly HIS.

“Now fuck your slut’s ass!” I cried, as the moment overwhelmed me.

George started slowly stoking into my ass, going progressively deeper. So full. His pubes touched me. So complete.

Sweet Jesus! I came. I clapped the vibe to my clit and came so more, my ass spasmodically squeezing his cock. He grabbed my hips tightly and slammed into me one final time, his cock dancing in my ass and filling me with hot cum.

Gasping and totally spent, we collapsed onto our sides, with his cock still inside, intermittently twitching and sending ripples through my body. As our heavy breathing subsided, he removed the blindfold, planted soft kisses on my neck and lightly stroked my hair. Regrettably, his cock finally withdrew. I sighed in disappointment, but it did allow me to roll over and give him a long, slow and very wet kiss. We held each other, amidst sighs and coos as we had not done in a very long time, maybe ever.

With my head tucked between his neck and shoulder, I contemplated the day.

No, not now, go away you stupid tears! It’s no use, I never could control that. There it goes, down my nose and onto him.

The tear startled George and he twitched slightly, then gently brought my face to his.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“You didn’t really hurt me. I mean, it hurt at first, but the sex was incredible. I’m just sorry for what I did to you, not trusting you and all. I’m you’re wife for Christ’s sake. This was a wonderful night and if I hadn’t been so stupid, it could have happened weeks ago.”

“Who’s to say what would have happened? I’m just overjoyed we found the way to release our inner desires. Because, if the truth be known, I often wondered what it would be like to dominate a woman, but I was afraid to tell you. Now, it has made me love you more than I could have imagined, especially considering how I felt when I came home. But you must promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Keep being a bad girl.”

“Count on it, my love”

“Yes, next time I will make you count out your punishment- ha-ha. But right now, I bet our bed would be more comfortable than this floor. So next time, I think I’ll tie you to it.”

“I hope you can get what you need soon, I have a feeling I’m going to be a bad girl tomorrow.”

This is my first story and I’m dieing to have your thoughts and opinions. Please vote, send feedback or leave a public comment. – Thanks, MSL