Letters to Penthouse XXXII (6 page)

I don’t remember exactly when the first time I dominated my girlfriend, Fiona, was, but I can tell you that we’ve been engaging
in all sorts of kinky role-playing ever since. I usually start out by lowering my voice and telling her what a bad girl she
is. Last night was a typical encounter. She walked through the door after a late-night class (she’s a grad student), looking
slightly tired but undeniably sexy in her short schoolgirl skirt that skimmed her upper thighs and showed off her tight ass
when she turned around. Her tank top was so thin I could see her pierced nipples poking through the sheer fabric.

I stared at her, willing her to look up at me. Finally,
she did. “Fiona, what have I told you about wearing such skimpy outfits to class? I don’t want every guy in there daydreaming
about you.”

“But it’s so hot out, and this was the lightest thing I could find. Besides, I thought you liked it,” she said, turning to
me with a pout. With her lower lip protruding, she certainly looked adorable, but she couldn’t get me to change my mind that
easily.

“I know it’s hot, but you don’t need to go showing off every inch of your body. Get over here,” I said, flashing her my best
wicked grin, the one she knows means that I’m going to find some way to deliciously torment her body. She dropped her backpack
on the floor and sauntered over to me, looking down at me while her full breasts hovered near my mouth. I couldn’t resist
tugging on one of the silver rings with my teeth, gnawing it through the fabric of her top. She moaned immediately and gripped
my shoulder for support. I lifted her tank top and fastened my mouth directly on one nipple while fondling the ring in her
other one. Just as she started to get used to my actions, tossing her head back and whimpering with arousal, I paused. “Do
you think that’s going to be your punishment for letting all those guys imagine what your cunt looks like? No way,” I told
her, pulling back. I lifted the tank top over her head, then undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground.

I pulled her small white thong down, leaving it in place at her ankles. “Stay there,” I said, and she obeyed
me, even though I could see her pussy was getting slick with moisture and her nipples were jutting out. I went to our special
sex drawer and took out her collar, a black leather one with a silver ring where a leash can be attached. I settled it around
her neck, then took out a long silver leash chain I’d retrieved from the fridge where it stays nice and cool, and as I attached
it, I let the cold silver rub against her back and then over her breasts.

I’d bought an extra-long chain so that I could have some added fun with it, and after swinging it in the air and giving it
the occasional tug, I moved the chain so it ran from her neck down between her breasts and then along her pussy, looping it
between her legs. When I tugged on it, she let out another groan, then gnashed her teeth as the chilly metal rubbed against
her clit and pussy lips, slipping between her labia to stroke her slit. I nudged her legs apart and settled myself below them
so I could stare up at the sight of her pink lips as the leash rubbed against them. My cock was totally hard by this point,
and I just needed to figure out how I wanted to fuck my sexy bad girl.

I stood, lifting the leash as I did. Then I took it away from her cunt and used it to lead her into the bedroom, knowing that
the pressure from the collar was surely turning her on. When we got there, I teased her with the leash’s rings again, clanging
them against her cunt before replacing the cool metal with the warm head of my cock. I rubbed the tip against her slick entrance,
teasing her with my hardness. “Yes, yes, give me your cock,” she begged, but I just kept it there, standing behind her while
jangling the collar.

“Not yet, sweetie, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson well enough,” I said, ignoring her whimpers and the spasming of
her cunt. “Lie down on your back for me,” I instructed, while I got out a simple black blindfold. Her body visibly shuddered
when I slipped it over her eyes, giving her the opportunity to truly submit to me and experience our fucking more fully with
her other senses. Then I got out my stash of specially made candles, the kind I only use to drip wax on her gorgeous, writhing
body. I made sure she heard me light the match, and watched as the realization of what I was about to do crossed her face.
I took a red candle and held it a few inches above her chest, letting the wax build until enough of it had bubbled to the
surface. Then I tipped the candle slightly, watching the red liquid fall from the tip of the candle and splash onto the expanse
of skin between her breasts.

“Oh, that’s good!” Fiona cried out, as the wax splashed against her body before hardening against her pale flesh. Then I moved
the candle slightly lower, so she could feel the heat emanating from it, before I tilted it again so the wax landed on the
edge of her areola. I watched as that nipple puckered even more, stiff as could be as it reacted to the swift warmth of the
candle. Then I made a figure eight, going around the edge of one breast, back around between them, and along
the other one, while Fiona bit her lip, writhing in utter pleasure. I held her breast in my hand, making her nipple a steady
target for the wax. As I poured it over her ring-encased nub, she cried out, spreading her legs so I could see just how wet
her pussy was getting. I teased her with the wax, trailing it down her stomach to the smooth area right above her pussy, letting
the heat permeate her lower half, before blowing out the candle and positioning my cock at her entrance.

This time, I didn’t wait but simply shoved my cock into her absolutely sopping cunt. I removed the blindfold so Fiona could
see me, and she put a pillow under her head so she could watch as I plunged my cock in and out of her tight hole, her body
reacting each time my long dick emerged from her wetness. She’d look from my cock back to my face, then began playing with
her nipples, tugging on the wax-covered rings and sighing in delight. The more she pulled, the more snug her cunt became.

I lifted her hands, holding them above her head, and then, with my cockhead lodged lightly inside her, I had her roll over
so she was on her stomach, knowing the rings would press back into her sensitive nipples. I kept her wrists pinned against
the bed with one hand while stroking her clit with the other as I filled her with my cock repeatedly. I nipped at the back
of her neck, kissed her soft skin, and then licked her smooth flesh while she rocked her hips back against mine. As opposed
to the slow, tantalizing way I’d dripped the
wax onto her chest, I was now racing to my climax, shoving my dick inside her with increasing force while she grunted and
bucked with just as much energy. For us, fucking is almost like a sport, one where we are on the same team, reaching for the
same goal. I pinched her clit, moving faster until my cock was barely leaving her cunt, instead simply rocking lightly back
and forth while staying buried inside her. When she erupted into a rollicking climax, her pussy unleashing her juices onto
my dick, I exploded, too.

When we were done, she examined herself in the mirror, her body displaying several reminders of our session. She slithered
back into the skirt that had gotten her into so much trouble, taunting me by swishing the pleats around to show off her ass.
“Careful, my dear, you might get a spanking if you keep daring me like that.” Fiona simply smiled and bent over, and we started
our kinky shenanigans once again.

—Mr. Carl D., San Diego, California
     

My husband, Sean, and I read
Penthouse Variations
cover to cover every month, and are always looking for ways to add more erotic sizzle to our sex life, especially in the
area of female domination. It’s one of our long-standing fantasies, and I get totally wet when I
think about taking total control over Sean, and nothing gets him harder than the idea of submitting to my will.

When Sean recently lost his job, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. We used the opportunity to further explore my
dominance over him. While I knew he’d easily be able to find another job, I figured we could have some fun with his time at
home. While he was collecting unemployment and I was working, I decided that instead of sitting around the house, he would
become my house slave and personal assistant.

I told him that every day I would leave him a set list of chores, and I’d be checking up on his progress throughout the day.
If he didn’t get them done by the time I returned home, we wouldn’t have sex that night and he wouldn’t be allowed to come.
I’d only skirted around being truly dominant before, but as the words left my mouth, I started to realize how wet they were
making me. We’d played around, talking dirty about me being his mistress, but I’d never taken it into the realm of real life
like this.

This arrangement would work in a number of ways, because we really did need to get the house in order, and the idea of him
running around, taking in my dry cleaning, cooking dinner, making the bed, and doing anything I asked, pleased me on many
levels.

The first day of his servitude, he got up before me, laying out my work clothes and making breakfast. I left him the list,
which included basic household chores and an order forbidding masturbation, which I
knew would be tough for him to obey. All day, I was aroused at the idea of stripping him down and having my way with him that
evening. When I came home, I was almost disappointed to find the house sparkling clean and dinner simmering on the stove.
He’d even done a few things not on my original list, like cleaning the bathroom and ironing my suits. I was trying to figure
out what I could do to “punish” him when I saw a video sticking out of the VCR. It was an X-rated one that I knew was his
favorite. “Oh, Sean, could you come here, please?” I called, not letting on exactly what was in store for him.

He came toward me, beaming, clearly expecting my praise. “What’s this?” I asked, holding the tape right in front of his face.

“Oh,” he said quietly, his head dropping as he tried to downplay his misdeed. “I, I… I was watching it,” he finished, looking
up at me with a contrite expression.

I stepped closer, placing my hand on his cock, which was hard beneath his pants. “What else were you doing while you were
watching it? It wouldn’t happen to be something I specifically forbade you to do, would it?” I asked, raising my voice as
my grip got firmer on his cock, while I waved the tape around.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry,” he replied, but it was too late. I took his belt out of his pants, tossing the tape on the floor
as I brandished my new weapon in the air.

“Get undressed. It seems that you still have some
lessons to learn about being a proper house slave,” I instructed. He quickly scrambled out of his pants and I gave him a few
lashes, my breath getting faster as I watched the belt sail through the air. When I finally peeled down his briefs, his ass
was tinged pink, and I delivered a few direct blows with the belt that left light red stripes atop the pinkness. He moaned
when I ran my fingers over his warm ass, then let out a deep growl when I brought his wrists together behind his back and
tied them with the belt. I could see him trying to figure out just how sturdy his bonds were. I held his wrists in one hand
and fondled his balls with the other. “Don’t worry. I’ve made it so you can’t get away—I know what I’m doing. Now we’re going
to eat dinner, but you’re going to have to eat with your hands tied behind you as punishment.”

“But-but…” he trailed off when he saw the look on my face and meekly followed me into the kitchen. I had to admit, he’d prepared
a gorgeous meal of steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I served each of us, cutting up his food into single-bite portions,
then set his plate on the table. I pulled out his chair for him and then sat down myself.

“It’s quite delicious,” I said after taking my first bite, smiling and feeling the first stirrings of arousal when I saw him
struggling to eat his meal. He’d managed to get some of the steak in his mouth and was chewing heartily. I took a sip of water,
calmly enjoying my meal while he ate his potatoes. I lifted my leg
under the table to see how his cock was doing, and found it absolutely rock-hard. I kept my foot in his lap while we finished
the meal, then wiped his face clean, like a baby. He stared up at me with a look of total devotion on his face, before I told
him to get up and go to the bedroom. I watched him walk, his cock sticking out proudly in front of him, both of his arms secured
behind his back.

I took pity on him and unfastened the belt, but wanted to make sure he learned his lesson. I rolled him onto his back and
placed his hands under his ass. Then I grabbed his cock and made sure he was watching. “Who does your cock belong to now?”
I asked, tightening my grip while simultaneously pinching his nipple.

“You, Mistress,” he said, correctly improvising the new title I wanted him to use. “You control me.”