New Rules

I have been closing my eyes and wishing for some new rules in my service relationship

1. She tells me that i must earn an orgasm from now on and that i am are not allowed to cum unless she says so.
Then she asks, "do you understand"? and i say yes ma'am i understand.

2. Then She tells me that i can not cum unless i am with "G" or worshiping her.
Then she asks, "do you understand"? and i say yes ma'am i understand.

3. She tells me that i may earn the right to masturbate, but I can only cum that way while thinking of worshiping her.
Then she asks, "do you understand"? and i say yes ma'am i understand.

And the I say “thank you Mistress” and become even more deeply hers

Crave

For something to quench that deep yearning that smolders in the creases bellow the belt. When you just feel like your missing something like a good sharp smack or the tug of your gaze directing you back to what you should be doing. That lost feeling when you are looking to be told what you should be thinking about. Your limbs feel empty like they will float away because they are not comfortably tied down to something and there isn't something soft and curvy in front of you to hold your attention. The sky seems empty without something round and robust blocking out the light. This monitor and keyboard a poor substitute for a firm female who will show the way to the gates of heaven she knows so well.

The Art of Gracefully Loosing a Bet

One would think the object is to win the bet, right, but that really depends on the wager doesn't it? There are those that actually love to perform naughty little tasks that are a win win for everybody, and we don't need to much encouragement to do it. How do you think so many cute things wind up in such lovely compromising positions on the Internet. It's full of pics of naughty little naked'ies in the mall, at the airport and on vacation.


Personally I relish the thought of loosing a bet that I have to pay off on by doing something deliciously exciting. I love the humiliation of having to do something that I must because I have lost a wager. Giving up my right to say no and having to do it is a big turn on for me, especially if I lost my right in a wager.


Sometimes in “ games of chance I like to be given a choice between two or three things even though I have not come up with them. A blind wager where I will promise to do one and have given up my right to refuse.


Like some twisted game of truth or dare, I love gambling with my freedom, free will and some times dignity. I don't really understand about making odds and stuff like that. I have never been to good at it. Some say I'm cute, but not too bright, whatever. I just know what I like. I like making wagers with fun, imaginatively wicked people.


Some will miss the entire point of this writing. Others will not find it interesting, but some will find this a fascinating idea that they can't seem to forget. Those are the only ones I am writing to here. You know who you are. If I have to loose a bet gracefully I would rather it be doing something naughty while everybody is turned on. So if you happen to be feeling lucky, what do you want to bet we could have some fun?


Wanna play? I'll start. I'll bet you a kiss, HMmm, that there are almost 100 Starbucks in Seattle. Any takers?


D1

Submissive stripped to a smile

It's a bright sunny day, absolutely beautiful weather. Most people love going outdoors on a gorgeous day like today, but I prefer something a little more twisted. Gorgeous Saturday and Sunday afternoons I prefer to spend chained to the washer, dryer and ironing board. I love house chores and have enjoyed them erotically most of my adult life. As a young boy I hated having to stay in doors and do my chores for mother. To transcend this burden as I grew up I simply twisted it.

Some women see it as smart and just good fun to have very attractive submissive male with a penchant for cleaning, doing the wash and hated household chores. Especially when he is doing things like excitedly cleaning toilets wearing as little as is pleasing to her. This is of particular interest to those that don't have to actually do anything that they does not enjoy. There is a bit of management, I do need to be set on task and I will become a regular if we create something playful to us both, but I like to clean. I can do wash, I love to iron and I adore cleaning toilets and scrubbing floors.

When it is just for me I wear at least a butt plug and keep my little johnson in a condom to avoid any spotting problems. I have done both elaborate sissy play, diapers plastic pants, French maid service and other erotic variations. I have also been aproned and collared without much else. I only ask simple straight forward rules and expectations when working for others and I respond much better to a stern very demanding almost governess demeanor.

Reward for a job well done is the opportunity to please and although I have my favorite ways to please it is not really up to me. I am happy to comply with what works for you without drama, I am a male who can actually listen and simply obey. The goal is a clean home, wardrobe and linens and a happy smiling women. Being a simple fairly intelligent male I will attentively do my best to get things done on your terms.

Take a moment and consider employing me. The rate is really quite cheap and I will be little trouble as I am happy to serve wearing not much more than a smile.

This offer is only available to mature women who and are not looking for, nor currently have any drama in their life in the North Seattle Washington area.

Decadent 1

The ideal woman

Some men seek women that look like this

Not me,

The ideal women for me
looks a lot more like this

I just can't help myself.
I have a hard drive full
of pictures like these last ones
and none like the first two.

I am a pushover for a mature woman
Do not worry about what you look like
If you drink or smoke
or carry a few extra pounds of love

It is all about attitude.

If you are
Round, robust, randy and raunchy.

Say hello!

Such a Pretty Rose

She took her glasses off and began to clean them. For some reason this changed the dynamics of the entire room. I suddenly became very focused on her every move and gesture. When she put her glasses back on her smiling face she began to count slowly out loud and as she did I realized that I needed to remove my clothes, all of my clothes. A strange thought, but an unmistakable one, and so without much hesitation I began unbuttoning my shirt. I took it off and the other women in the room sighed and smiled at me. I had my shoes and socks off next and she continued to count slowly and assuredly. When she reached ten I knew somehow that I needed to finish soon so off came my pants and underwear. I folded everything neatly in a pile by the door and by the time she reached 25 I was completely naked in front of these smiling happy ladies. I stood with my legs spread and arms folded behind my head without any clothes on at all and I had no idea why. I had an intense erection and yet I felt no shame, it just felt natural to do this, but I was clueless as to why.

Then she touched a very pretty pin on her blouse, it was a rose. I stared at the pin, the beautiful rose pin and stood motionless unaware of anything else in the room until she snapped her fingers. The rose seemed to signify something to me, but I did not know what so I just payed close attention to her. When she snapped her fingers I knelt immediately. I am not sure why, again it just felt like the right thing to do. When I looked up each of the women had a pin on her blouse a very pretty rose pin and this meant something I was sure of it, but all I could do was kneel and look up at their smiling faces leering down at me. They seemed to want something, each of them had a desire in their eyes, each hungry for something different. I could see there was a favorite something they each wanted from me and because they were wearing the rose pin, the pretty rose pin, I knew that I could not refuse them anything. I was led to a back room and all I can remember of what happened after that was that one by one they came into that back room and each told me to do things that I could not refuse. They had me do depraved, naughty things, but I can not remember exactly what they each had me do. I only know that I might not have done these shameful things, but somehow it just felt right to do whatever I was told by someone wearing such a pretty rose pin.

Deaf Dumb and Blind

He was not stupid, but he was no genius either. The most erotic part of their game was his having once again been tricked into another degrading and depraved position. What had started as an innocent sensory deprivation game had digressed into another subversive example of just how low he would go.

Having been denied any sounds or sight for hours at this point he could barely remember willingly putting on the blind fold, hood and cuffs. All of his orifices plugged he was only allowed to relieve himself in a most humiliating way.

To make things more interesting a mysterious fluid was being steadily drip fed to him through the whole in the center of the penis gag and it tasted suspiciously like more than just warm salty water.

She had twisted his cock into a painful knot and it cycled between rock hard purple when he was able to somehow rub it on the scratchy indoor outdoor carpet of the back yard deck, or it became a soft, resolute, dripping wet prisoner when she turned him over on his back.

He had been left for a long time in the dark alone and with the inflated butt plug vibrating insistently and wedged inescapably into his fuzzy little bottom.
His head drifted through euphoria and hallucinations from the sensory deprivation, the endorphins and whatever was in the fluid drip. All of it had him complacent, slow witted, and unable to do much more than sweetly moan for her entertainment.

Helplessly he suckled on the warm salty, intoxicating ambrosia through the soft gag that filled his numb lips and mouth. He was again her amusing and adorable personal play toy, easily muted, not very clever and blinded by lust, deaf dumb and blind.

Cheek to cheek

My face fits so perfectly. My nose nestled tightly between your cheeks. You settle your full weight and all light disappears, I can only taste and smell your beauty now. I gasp for air imprisoned in this heavenly hell.

Moistened by your wetness, my spittle and drool, you wipe yourself on my nose and hungry outstretched tongue, sliding yourself back on forth on my face.

Purposefully you grind the deepest part of your bottom, spreading your cheeks and impregnating my face with your personal aroma. Your taste entreats my tongue as I lap hungrily and frantically on the deepest parts of your crevasse. I am addicted to the taste of your musky hole, I can not get enough.

Your moans excite as you grind your hard little button on my probing proboscis. My erect tongue pushes deeply into your ass. Our sweat adds to the lubrication as you madly ride my face, slipping, slurping and sliding you grind your hips to a shuddering orgasm.

I freeze in place not wanting to spoil your perfect moment and am soon rewarded by a warm flow of my favorite fluid, I open my mouth not missing a drop. There is no place either of us would rather be than here, dancing cheek to cheek.

Just a dream?

A Game

There is nothing like a good game of Truth or Dare with two people who really want to know more about each other. Deep truths can be revealed and the most mutually amusing dares can be challenged with the right trust and newly discovered deep desires. And so it began less than innocently that evening, both players had more than a burning curiosity within. They had spent just enough time getting to know one another that they knew they wanted to get to know one another better. The evening already had a sexual framing as some their mutual prurient interests had been discussed before this meeting, but they had some frame work of they wanted and it became quickly apparent they had similar asspirations. They sat quietly enough to begin with a coin toss. Heads she would ask or demand first and tails he would go after her. As the coin landed they both smiled and she began with a dare for him to take off all of his clothing and stand before her for inspection. Without hesitation he complied and after she was satisfied with her in painstaking perusal he sat and pondered his first proposal or ponderance for her. Playfully he posed this proposition. If you had any three wishes of someone like me what would they be? A long smile came across her lips as she leered at him across the table. I want you across my lap and I want to paddle your tight furry little bottom... That's one. Then I want you to give me a long foot massage and maybe even a pedicure, that's two. The third wish I will be........

Oh did I forget to tell you that this is an interactive story? I just realized that I forgot to mention that this is where any interested reader can make the third wish. Come on , play a long there is no need to worry. Your wishes will not be enforced upon you and you never have to have it cum true, unless of course you want to.


Across her lap he went his firming phallus trapped between her vice like thighs. A hair brush was produced and his bottom was given a spanking causing him to wriggle and squirm for both of their enjoyment. Her thighs became wet with his pre-cum and he began to slither rhythmically, matching her playful but firm swats. Occasionally she would tighten and lock her legs preventing him from pulling out or going anywhere, as if he wanted to leave.... She pushed his panting instantiated body to the floor and he began the prolonged massage which he finished with gentle and loving kisses. Delirious they took a moment to refocus. The truths demanded and the defying decadent dares lasted til late in the evening. When exhausted they snuggle contently having learned so much more of their mutual passions twists and kinks.



So what would you have wished for if you were her, what would you ask as a third wish...?

Part one

Prologue:
Unfortunately this is only a fictional fantasy, but in this sensualist story an innately aggressive female finds her deepest cravings satisfied by an experienced man who helps her to discover not only what she wants, but how they both can actually have it. He leads her to her own lust with a series of lurid, lascivious letters, explaining exciting and erotic examples of what is possible when two minds have an itch that must be scratched. Choosing his words with care in this first of many essays, each designed to entice the deep unmistakable and undeniable urges undulating just below the surface of her seemingly ordinary life. Through numerous communications they both finally find themselves face to face with their own desires and each other. They have arrived here having tested both their bravery and their boundaries in what at first had seemed only an illusionary cat and mouse game. In the end however they find the courage to conqueror their fear of Internet meetings and geographic distance and find the pleasure they each sought so intensely.


Part on: “The Game is On.”
Behind the bar where they had each taken an oath to meet they escaped into the evening air on the pretense of a smoke habit they both had sworn off. She lit his cigarette setting his submissive position and as they puffed the recently consumed alcohol continued to set their decadent direction. She gazed hungrily into his eyes and maneuvering him like prey him, transfixed he awaited her pounce. Finally with a deliberate last drag she let her cigarette drop and moved in for the kill as their eyes remained locked. She purposefully pinned him to the wall and forced her knee between his, spreading his legs and inspiring him up on to his toes with just enough pressure and lift. Forcing his shoulder flat against the wall she secured his attention with a deep and deliberately sloppy wet kiss that reeked of alcohol and cigarette his two favorite aromatic aphrodisiacs. The two drinks they had each had dropped the puritanical pretenses and created this portal to release their passion. Her aggressiveness and his acquiescent wresting stopped just short of ripping his shirt off, successfully pulling it from beneath his bulging belt. He was powerless and prone she was empowered and aroused beyond anything she had ever felt. She took a handful of his long brown hair and gave him no option except another long kiss filled with tongue, saliva and swollen lips. A tiny moan escaped his smothered mouth, and she knew she could now have anything that she wanted from him. Her damp slacks needed something firm but yielding to rub on and relieve her mounting molten moisture. With the handful of hair she helped him to his knees before her. Standing above him she looked into his doleful bedroom blue eyes and straddled his face so that their gaze remained locked. Staring into what she could see of his sweet compliant expression she slowly and deliberately began rubbing her aching crotch across his nose, lips and out stretched hungry tongue. Her inner temperature grew until she finally used her firm handful of hair to prevent his exiting, forcing him to inhale her steaming sexual scent as his hot passion filled breath igniting her even further. Suddenly she shuddered deeply with the first euphoric earthshaking orgasm of the evening.

After a deep breath or two her grip loosened and as she helped him to stand up, his disheveled cloths delirious focus and obvious bulge left no doubt he too had enjoyed the activity. She reached behind him put her hand flat on the small of his back and pulled him closer. They stared into one another's eyes realizing not only what had just happened but what was now possible. She reached into the back of his pants, past his belt and pulled firmly on the elastic of his underpants. The incredible tightness of this wedgie confirmed who was in charge as she instructed him to never wear undergarments again in her presence. The game was definitely on, but far from over.

Intoxicated

Smoke wafts through the small back room, the air is thick with the scent of liquor and her enormous power over him. He is intoxicated by her obvious charms, a prisoner to the very end. He can not move, transfixed he can only drink in her passion as she showers him with the warm affection he craves.

Fantasy # 1 Getting to Know You

Where has romance gone? Sex and lustful desires are great fun but what happened to the talking before and after it? What happened to the romantic foreplay and getting to know one another first, the time spent exploring and making a friends first.

Mapping one another's erogenous zones, discovering and discussing the deepest darkest desires can be disastrous without taking time to make a friend. Someone who will spend hours discovering similar taste over a bottle of wine, playing cards or just kissing because it feels so fantastic. Someone to walk on the beach with at sunset, who instead of seeing it as the end of a perfect day might consider it the beginning of an even better night. Someone to spend a quiet Sundays snuggling under the covers with, having a late breakfast with and then going back to bed with to enjoy an old movie, favorite music or just talk.

Yes I want to have wild passionate, safe, earth shattering, sensual, explosive, raunchy, kinky, sometimes even violent SEX, but I want to know you first. What do you like................?


Later I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but first can we get to know one another?

Fantasy # 9 Lost Wager?

She arrived home after a long day . Working her way through the traffic she was tired and delighted to find things in order as she walked in the door. Candles were lit, soft music was playing and the smell of something delicious warming in the oven for dinner. A bottle of her favorite wine was uncorked on the side table by her favorite chair and this handsome man was on his knees waited silently to serve. He had lost the bet fair and square although she was sure that they both had somehow won and her winnings were his services.

She dropped her keys and purse on the side table and moved wearily to her awaiting throne. Motioning to the glass he poured and handed it to her. She sat and took the first sip then lifted her feet so that he could remove her shoes from her aching tired feet. He silently slipped each shoe off and laid her feet gently on a pillow that he produced. Dreamily she took another sip and greeted him with a nod. He was well trained and knew to only speak when spoken to as he began to massage her tense clammy toes. She wondered why her ex husband had not treated her this well even though he had always promised to do so. But he was gone and this lovely well mannered submissive man was here this evening to do what he was told and to spoil her as she deserved.

Finishing the glass of wine she moved him aside easily with her leg and stood to walk to the bedroom. Pausing at the door she simply snapped her fingers and he quickly entered the bedroom behind her. She stood as he respectfully undressed her, peeling her sweaty work clothes off and then gently slid on her robe. As she adjusted it he hung her dress up and placed her undergarments in the hamper. Pausing briefly at the doorway she beckoned him with a glance and returned to her favorite chair. All it took was a look at the empty glass and he refiled and handed it to her returning to his task of comforting her feet with his head down.

Stroking his head with her hand she grabbed a handful and pulled his head back. Their eyes met and she knew from his expression that he was ready to serve her in any way that she demanded. Dropping her hold she gave him a short rap to the back of his head and murmured the word kiss. He immediately sprawled himself to the floor prostrating himself at her feet as he began worshiping each foot gently and in earnest. Dreamily she sipped her wine and closing her eyes drifted, allowing the stress from the day to dissipate as he worshiped her feet.

She tipped the last of the second glass realizing that she was ready for her massage. Moving his face with the foot he was busy covering with soft gentle kisses she got up and moved to the the prepared massage table. He followed catching her robe as it fell to the floor.

The next hour seem a dream as his skilled hands and talented touch used almost too much of the sweet smelling oil to manipulate the stress from her muscles. His technique was perfect, simply a massage. The goal was to relax her not excitement and he knew it. He carefully steered his touch clear of any erogenous parts of her exhausted body working the oil, warmed by his hands, into every fold of her gorgeous full frame.

He continued as she drifted and soon she realized that she was ready for her bath. She instructed him to draw and watched his naked muscular frame leave the room his round, his tight round bottom begging for the beating he would get if he performed well. Lazily she listened to the water finish filling the tub with the warm soapy water that would only serve to continue to relax her. As the faucets squeaked shut he returned and helped her from the table, guiding yet following her to the tub.

She slipped into the wonderful warm water the sweet smelling suds covering her almost to the neck. She handed him the wash cloth and with the greatest of reverence he began washing almost every inch of her, uninvited to the wettest part which was ironically submerged and between her legs. His eyes turned down as he worked, his taunt muscular arms washing her as another form of worship. His submissive safe demeanor allowed her to relax and she called for another glass of wine and a before dinner snack.

He returned speedily with a small bowl of something perfect and her wine. She relaxed in the tub allowing him to feed her as she unwound physically and began to fantasize cruel things to do to his willing body later. Sensing her mental direction he looked down sheepishly between his own legs as his small package began to stiffen in its tiny well wrapped condom. This got him a sharp smack to the face and the force awoke and excited them both. His shamefaced almost hidden smile could not hide the thank you that sparkled from his grateful eyes.

For this he was ordered to put his nose down into the cold crusty corner of the floor by the sink while kneeling with his bottom up and in full view. His legs slightly spread so that the back of his ball sack was obvious and a hand on each cheek holding his bottom open in the most degrading of positions. He held there until as she lounged in the tub enjoying his predicament and her view.

When she was ready she stood up in the tub, the soapy water streaming off of her. Snapping her fingers again he obediently produced a towel and began drying her off. When he had meticulously completed this task she sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder. He knelt quietly and handed her the paper to wipe herself careful not to reveal his excitement. Another robe was produced, this a soft terry cloth one, and she was regally wrapped in it. Striding confidently towards the dining room she heard the tub began to empty and his soft foot steps following respectfully behind her.

Dinner was served and was delicious. He knelt by her side and was even given table scraps as a reward. She allowed him to stack the empty dishes in the sink for the night as she finished her last glass of wine. The kitchen clean up could wait until morning. He joined her as she went for the bedroom his loins and little male mind filled with anticipation.

What happened next might even surprise the reader. She was tired, it had been a long day and she was not in the mood for much. So chaining him face down to the floor by her bed with his hands bound far from being able to touch himself she slipped his ball gag on and the soiled sweaty underpants from the day over his head as a reward. Laying with a sigh on her bed she opened the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out her favorite toy. The sounds of her pleasing herself simply and perfectly several times were muffled a bit from the deliciously rank head covering that he wore as he ground his stiffness silently into the carpet. The buzzing of her toy stopped after awhile and she dropped off to sleep while he laid there for hours unable to do a thing except wait to serve her in the morning. It was only Friday evening of a long delicious holiday weekend and he realized that he was so very glad that he had lost that bet because he had won so much more.

What Is It About:?

What Is It About: strength and intelligence in a woman? Does a part of this man's soul seek a return to a matriarchal time? Balanced and whole I live my life among the vanilla with kinky tinted shades and sensing a shift in power I embrace it. Each gender it's strengths and weaknesses, but a strong smart woman who knows what she wants is a joy to serve.






What Is It About: serving a powerful woman. Although I am certainly capable of independent thought, listening for direction just feels right. When the attention is focused on her needs and desires I feel so much more centered, useful and somehow whole.






What Is It About: the firm voice of a woman in charge, spelling out exactly what she wishes done? The tones of a powerful female voice electrifies me from my ears to my toes. When I am told I am happy to follow instructions, I wish so much to please and I truthfully would never want to disobey. I only ask for a clear definition of punishment, reward and consequences. Stretching to almost impossible for what many might consider punishment can be edge play for others.






What Is It About: being nude in the company of a clothed woman? Such a feeling of excitement and vulnerability. My skin tingles and like many males I am so ready and willing to be told what to do. The love the whole CFNM concept, it puts a better perspective on the relationship between a male and the more powerful woman.






What Is It About: satisfying a woman sexually without receiving the same? It is so damn fun and being so close to the edge keeps me one on my toes, ready to serve her every wish. I find the balance of power tipped in her direction somehow comforting.







What Is It About: role playing games? I take direction well, yes I do, and I can be spontaneous. Before we start however, knowing where one another's buttons are and how to engage them after clear communication we relax and become closer to the thing that we truly desire. Asking clearly we have, from those like minded, a much better chance of receiving it almost perfectly.

Prisoner of Love

Smothered by her huge derrière, gasping for air I am lost in the sweat and pre-cum of this huge demanding woman's bottom. She is intent on allowing me just enough air to stay alive and keep up my wild lapping. She lifts a cheek to give me another gasp of air and then lowers her self continuing to rub her engorged clit and lips on my tongue, lips and nose. Copious amounts of fluid drool from her soaking wet pussy and I lick it up as fast as I can. Prison or heaven I choose the latter lost in her black hole, a captive of choice. She continues to grind my face pleasuring herself as I worship with all of my energy. Focused on her orgasm I lick on. A great spasm and she squeezes my head between her enormous thighs heaving a world class orgasm. I freeze allowing her to take her pleasure rubbing on my now still but extended stiff tongue. As she relaxes I know what is next and open my mouth allowing her to release her fluid into my mouth and carefully allow it to slide down my throat. She urinates towards the end and I do not miss a drop. Drinking every ounce of her passion taking in the aroma of her I lay motionless as she falls spent blotting out all light.
As I lay there in the dark a small inclining begins to arise. My member awakens to my fortunate and erotic situations. Slowly my shaft grows until it's head finds a bit of freedom and I become fully erect. Sitting up she replaces her still soaking loins atop my face and begins slapping my condom clad erection, making it grow even harder. A firm hand strangles my latex sheathed member and again it swells to what I can only guess a dark shade of purple. Holding it with one hand she smacks it repetitively with her other and I am trapped by my own desires. Her chuckle releases more fluid from her crotch and I instinctively open my mouth and clean her with my tongue and swallowing my reward. “Open”, she demands and my legs spread and mouth open immediately. Another warm gush of urine is released and I drink it all down gratefully and feverishly, my cock held prisoner.
With only a few strokes from her skillful hands I release my own great load filling my condom. More chuckling and more foul but intoxicating fluid finds its way into the back of my throat. I do my best to thank her from my trance as he removes my filled latex barrier and slides it into my mouth. The horrid taste of my own cum fills my mouth as she seals it with duct tape.
She drags my limp body into the bathroom laying me in the shower face down. My hands crossed at the wrist on the small of my back, I know not to move and keep my nose in the closed drain. She releases an enormous amount of her golden nectar filling the drain so that I am almost submerged in it returning every few minutes to add to the ever growing dark golden puddle. I am left for what seems hours in this new prison gagged with a mouthful of my own cum secretly laying on another erection. I squish, wiggle and slather myself in this puddle of heaven, her prisoner of love.

Fantasy # 42 "The More Powerful Gender"

It had been a great party, lots of laughter, flirting and attractive women. The most interesting of which was engaged in a fascinating conversation with several of her friends just within earshot. Their discussion would have been difficult to miss as they were all loud, feeling no pain and a bit tipsy from the delicious yet potent punch. The leader of this discussion, the attractive one that held my attention was our hostess. Her words and tone were playfully inflammatory as she insisted quite loudly how weak men were and how much more powerful women as a gender were. The topic held most of the rooms attention including that of my own. Her speech a bit slurred from the punch and the right strap of her almost overstuffed dress kept slipping down adorably plump upper arm. She noticed my attention as she once again adjusted her strap and loudly exclaimed” Case in point, watch this”. With that comment she turned to look directly at me, smiled and said, “would you serve me some more punch?” as she held her once again empty glass out to me. Of course I almost stumbled over myself as I complied. When I had dutifully returned with it filled and offered it back she said to her audience, “that's a good boy”. As she took the glass of punch with one hand she gently softly patted the love seat next to where she sat. She was offering me a seat next to her. I was unsure what to do however, as she almost filled the small couch with her gorgeous more than ample frame. Confused I stood next to her shifting my weight from leg to leg as she sipped her punch. A small smile came across her face as she again almost without thought patted the cushion that she sat on. Lowering her hand slowly parallel with the floor I understood to sit on the floor at her feet. Guessing correct I was rewarded with a pat on the head as I settled at her feet. “You see”, she said to the group, and them offered another “good boy” to me. “men naturally know their place when the are simply directly, she assured the on looking group. Part of me was a bit put out by being part of this display of her natural feminine power, and part of me was extremely turned on. This latter part became obvious to some by the swelling bulge in my pants.

The discussion continued on the topic as he explained to the room that women were much more powerful than men. To everyones surprise, myself included, my voice piped in, except when it come to staying power”. The group stood silent as I stumbled to make sense of what I had just said. “Well little man what do you mean,” she prompted. I stammered to explained that when it came to the sexual realm men had much more power. “Men are much more persistent and actually have more staying power when it come to making love”, I blurted out. The room erupted with laughter and my cheeks ( on my face) grew warm and red. Even I did not really know what point I was trying to make. “What do you mean”, she demanded. “I mean when it comes to sexual staying power men last longer than women in bed, you know having sex”. All of the women in the room again laughed loudly. “explain yourself,” she smiled and I knew that I was on the spot, not even knowing what I really meant. The silence in he room demanded I explain further and so I did my best to make the first point that came to mind. “I mean that men last longer during sex than women do”. Once again the women laughed. I continued with some hesitation as I had no where really to go. “Personally I can outlast any woman in the room.” The silence in the room grew to a level of tension as she said, “Oh really”? “Yes”, I continued, “I can give a woman more pleasure than she can handle”. This brought the house down , people were rolling and holding their sides with laughter. “Prove it” were the words I had been baiting our hostess into saying , and she did.

Part II The challenge
“Yes I can give a women oral pleasure with my tongue and out last her, I can give her more orgasm than she can take and she will have to ask me to stop.” This statement kept the room silent for just a few seconds and then our hostess smiled. She spoke next taking the bait with” So you want to make a wager on this?” “Absolutely” I replied hopping that her inebriation and earlier boastful statements would leave her little choice. “I will give you more pleasure than you can handle, my tongue will outlast your pussy”, I stated firmly. “OK”, she replied and what shall we wager”? This really got the room's interest and suddenly all eyes were on us. “I will wager what ever you want except money,” I said. “Fine” was her reply. “If I outlast you, you will admit to this entire group that women are more powerful than men, that I am more powerful than you, and you will do whatever I tell you to for one week, WHATEVER, I tell you for twenty four hours seven days”. I agreed but replied and if I out last you, will you do the same? “No”, she said, “if you out last me you can take me out to dinner”. “Not much of a bet, kind of one sided,” I said meekly. “Take it or leave it,”she smiled. I gently nodded my head, realizing that she actually had outsmarted me ultimately making her point.

The rest of the guests made room for her to lay back on the love seat that she almost covered. As she spread her legs and hiked her tight dress up I realized she was not wearing any panties at all. Her meaty loins spread opening the flower of her beautiful already wet pussy. I got comfortable on my knees before her and someone noted the time as we began. The first orgasm came rather quickly, I am skilled at this art, we become experts at things that we love to do. The second and third time she came with even louder moans, which I could not hear very well her thighs were clamped over my ears. At some point she realized that she could almost cut off my breath this way, but I continued licking and lapping barely aware of the crowd around us cheering. After what seemed close to an hour we all lost track of how many times she had come and I realized that she was beginning to get so wet that I could hardly find her clitoris. I pressed deeper and just kept licking. She came over and over I realized that her energy was decreasing and I felt I might actually outlast her even though my jaw was getting a bit cramped. We both went at it, me licking, her moaning and then coming again. My mind began to whirl a bit and I realized that I was not getting enough air as her huge crotch continued to limit my ability to breath. The thought had my staff hardening and I began to feel a bit dizzy, there is only so much blood in a man's body. Another orgasm from her and I was fighting to get some air through her mammoth sweaty thighs. In heaven I was beginning to loose consciousness and although I felt she probably was about to give in I decide that winning for me might actually be abdication, so I stopped licking. To my surprise she was not done with me and pulling my head up by the back of my hair she asked “give up” I gasped for air and nodded. Using the handful of my hair as a handle for my face she forced me back into her drenched crotch and began rubbing her soaking wet loins with my face. Using my nose and numb lips she brought herself to another orgasm proving her victory. Spent I fell to the floor gasping for air. The crowd went wild with the best party game they had ever seen. Clapping and cheering filled the room as I laid there exhausted but stiff inside my tight pants.

The next seven days lasted for many months and then years as we rematched over and over, both delighted at my constant defeat. I was allowed to actually come myself every seven days as I was still (enjoyably being) made to do her bidding. From my seat at her feat I am still delighted to report as I tell this story that yes women are the more powerful gender and yes she is more powerful than I.

Fantasy # 59, ANYTHING ????

Pinned to the bed naked we continue to discover the meaning of “doing anything”. I have been teased for what seems like days and with the promise of being smothered by her immense oiled breasts while my bound, throbbing purple shaft drools helplessly. I am again on the verge of promising to do “anything” that she requests. In an ongoing game of truth or dare. We are on a voyage, discovering the depths of our erotic imagination and what I will actually do as we redefine the limits of lewd behavior.

I have done many interesting things including cleaning her home spotlessly as well as those of all of her understanding friends and neighbors, always either naked or dressed in something “entertaining”. I cleaned and run errands and many other degrading deeds for her 22 year old daughter and 75 year old mother too. For the record a long French kiss with a toothless giggling woman may seem distasteful but was interesting and actually arousing. I ate from a bowl naked on all fours and then pushed the plastic bowl around on the floor with my nose for her 22 year old and her teasing friends until they held their sides with laughter, all while under her watchful eye. It has all brought us both to new erotic highs.

I have satisfied her gay male friends while delighting audiences of her jeering onlooking guests. I have satisfying, kissed and licked roomfuls of friends most private parts and been the party golden shower toilet as a reward. I have shopped wearing only a pair of tiny torn short pants and a silly mask, retrieving adult diapers, menstrual pads, enema equipment, lube and whatever else they thought would be embarrassing.

Now prone beneath her hypnotic globes I lay prepared to again sell my soul and agree to her ever debasing demands. Yes I am ready to do “any” and all of her raunchiest requests all for another timeless period in heaven gasping for air smothered by her most powerful weapons.

Fantasy #13 "Six Pack Showers"

This fantasy requires a large shower area with plenty of hot water, a six pack (or two) of a favorite drink and a Rubenesque woman who loves water sports and has an appetite for erotic play.

We start with some friendly chat while having the first can or bottle of our favorite drink. Sometimes a walk or simple physical activity after we have finished this first one helps move things along. As soon as one needs to use the restroom it is time to strip naked and go into the shower bringing the rest of the six pack with us.
There can easily be a D/s element to this game that has one being the recipient of the golden showers of the other while wetting themselves when they themselves have to go, or this can be a sharing experience each soaking the other. Consumption of the nectar is an option or can be enforced depending on the rules agreed upon.
As the wetting ensues the next bottle or can is consumed and so on until all is has been drunk and someone or both of the players is throughly soaked. Safe oral sex and body worship is mixed in with lots of warm soapy water and scrubbing all of the right places.
Drinking the whole six pack and showering should take quite some time, so a place other than the submissive's face to sit should be available. Plugging the drain might help conserve the energy and make things fun and extended play can be the goal. So make the shower comfortable, bring toys, a sense of adventure and a lurid imagination.

Here is another fun card game for consenting adults