Nice Couples Do (11 page)

After Susan removed her coat, she put on a large black pirate hat and buckled a sword around her hips. Then, with great ceremony, she snapped her fingers.

“Yes, ma’am,” Frank said. Then he removed his coat. He was wearing tight black pants with a pair of black boots. The only other thing he wore was a black leather slave collar.

The women at the party stared at his heavily muscled chest, which he had lightly oiled. He looked as if he could crush someone with his huge fists and heavily knotted forearms. The guests couldn’t quite see his face because, although he towered over Susan, he kept his head lowered submissively. Slowly, Susan opened the paper bag she was carrying and removed the last part of her costume, a heavy black whip with a wicked-looking black leather handle.

Susan used the handle of the whip to raise Frank’s unmasked face. “He’s not masked,” Susan explained to their hostess. “Slaves may not cover their faces.”

Jennifer giggled and stared at Frank’s body.

“Hang these coats, slave,” Susan said, trailing the whip along the floor as she walked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Frank responded.

When Frank returned, Susan spoke to him loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Get me a drink. And make sure it has enough ice.”

When Frank returned, there was no ice in Susan’s drink. “I told you to put enough ice in this, slave,” she snapped.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get you another one. Just please, don’t whip me later,” he begged, much to the amusement of the crowd that had gathered around Susan.

“As long as you behave and don’t give me any more trouble,” Susan said.

Frank spent the evening serving Susan and enjoying it. And Susan loved the control she had over him.

At midnight, Susan unmasked and their host announced the prizewinners. To no one’s surprise, Frank and Susan won first prize, but the best prize for both of them came a little later.

On the trip home, Frank was strangely silent. He was absorbed in thoughts of the evening. He had had a wonderful time. He had served Susan, fetching and carrying. A few times, she had ordered him to dance with the women at the party. He had obeyed without question and had regretted the time he had to spend with the weak, ineffectual women. When he was not actually serving her, Frank stood and waited for Susan to give him something to do to make her happy. He didn’t have to think.

All day I give orders, he thought now. I have to be tough and never relax for a moment. It’s so good to be able to just follow orders, not to have to worry about what decision to make and about the thousand ramifications.

He also found himself sexually aroused all evening. He had had to rearrange his clothing several times to make room for his large erection. He wasn’t sure why he was so excited, and he didn’t care. He just wanted it to continue.

They arrived home and Frank hung up Susan’s coat. Then he stood in front of her with his head down and handed her the whip. Please let her understand, he prayed.

Very softly, he said, “Don’t whip me, ma’am. I’ll serve you in any way you want.”

Susan looked at her husband. She also had enjoyed the roles they had played that evening. No longer did she have to take orders and be the dutiful servant. She had been the master and Frank had done anything she wanted. She had even ordered him to dance with a woman whom she knew he detested and he had followed her instructions without a question.

She looked at his subservient posture and tried to read his body language. Could he really mean what she thought he did? She glanced at the front of his trousers, saw the obvious bulge, and smiled. She had had a few drinks and she was willing to take a little risk. She would see what happened.

She used the whip handle to raise his face. “Look at me,” she said. It was all there in his eyes. “You’re still my slave, aren’t you?” she asked sternly.

Frank nodded.

“When I ask you a question, I want to hear your answer.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Get me a drink. Lots of ice.”

While Frank was in the kitchen, Susan walked over to the sofa and sat down. She crossed her long legs and waited.

Frank returned with Susan’s drink, this time with plenty of ice. He leaned down and handed it to her.

“Kneel down,” she said.

Frank got down on his knees. “Remove my boots,” Susan said.

As he pulled off her boots, he ran his hand down the inside of her thighs.

“Do you want a whipping?” Susan snapped. “You are not to touch me unless I tell you to.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I won’t let it happen again.”

“And by the way,” Susan said, “I see that bulge in your pants. It is mine. You may not touch it and you better not climax unless I allow it. Is that understood?”

Frank lowered his head to hide his smile. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured.

Susan thought for a moment. “I think I’d like a bath.” It was past 1:00 A.M., but she wasn’t at all tired.

“I’ll run it for you.”

Frank called Susan fifteen minutes later. He had filled the tub and added some of Susan’s favorite bath salts.

“It’s just the right temperature,” he said.

Susan stood in the middle of the bathroom.

“Undress me,” she ordered. “But don’t touch. If I want to be touched, I’ll tell you where.”

Frank gently removed Susan’s jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Twice his fingers grazed her skin and she glared at him.

“You touched me,” she said. “If that happens again, I will use my whip. You have to learn discipline.”

Frank kept his head lowered and said nothing.

Susan ran her hands under her large breasts, raising them for Frank to see. “Would you like to touch these?” she asked.

“Oh, yes, ma’am.”

“Then touch. Gently!”

His hands brushed over the tips of Susan’s erect nipples. Then he softly kneaded her flesh and swirled his fingertips toward the center.

“Suck my tits, slave,” Susan said.

Frank bent down until his mouth was level with her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it. When he felt that it was as hard as it could get, he switched his mouth to the other one and sucked it reverently.

“That’s enough,” Susan said as she pressed Frank down onto his haunches. “I want my bath now.”

Frank pulled her shorts and underpants down. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to throw her down on the floor and fuck her senseless, but he couldn’t. She wouldn’t like it and she might punish him.

Susan stepped into the tub and sank down into the warm water. She was glad that she had stopped him. She might have climaxed right there, just from the feeling of his mouth.

“Wash me,” she said.

Frank took a facecloth and rubbed the bar of soap across it. Then he slowly rubbed the cloth all over Susan’s body. As he washed the insides of her thighs, he waited for her to stop him, but she didn’t, so he began to stroke her between her legs. Slowly, he rubbed the cloth through the water, back and forth over her sweet cunt.

“Enough,” she said as she grabbed his wrist. “I’m ready to get out.”

While she rinsed off the soap, Frank got a big bath towel. Susan stepped out and Frank rubbed her all over with the towel. When she was dry, they walked into the bedroom.

“Take off your pants. I want to see exactly what my slave has underneath.”

Frank pulled his pants down as Susan stretched out on the bed.

He was enormous, larger than she had ever seen him. “Now touch yourself,” she said, “but don’t come.”

Frank looked at Susan. Her eyes were bright with passion and her mouth was slightly open. He had never touched his penis with anyone watching, but he had no choice. She had ordered him to.

He wrapped his hand around his erection and ran it over the length of his cock. “I’m afraid I’ll displease you, ma’am. If I do this any longer, I’ll climax.”

“Do as you’re told. And don’t you dare come. There will be serious consequences if you climax without permission.” She left him no choice. He had to do as she commanded. As he stroked his cock, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes. Sweat started to bead on his forehead.

It took all his concentration to keep from climaxing, but he continued to stroke himself slowly while Susan watched. He dug his fingernails into his palm to keep from coming.

Just as he was about to lose control, she stopped him with a loud slap across his ass. “I want your mouth between my legs.”

Frank obeyed quickly. He crawled to the foot of the bed and then up between Susan’s legs.

His tongue was for her pleasure only. He used it like an instrument to stroke her cunt, first slowly, then with short, quick strokes. Her juices were flowing freely and, as he varied his licks, he felt her body respond. He was unreasonably glad that he was able to give his mistress pleasure.

His mistress. Yes, he thought, it felt right. He was made to serve her.

“You may fuck me now, if you like,” she said.

“What I want is unimportant. I would love to fuck you, but only if it’s what you want. I want only to please you.”

He looked up at her face. She was smiling. “That’s the right answer. And I want you right now,” she said.

Quickly, he crawled up and slid his cock into her. He watched her and adjusted his movements as he gauged her level of arousal. Yes, he said to himself, she’s ready.

As he thrust into her as hard as he could, he reached down and rubbed her clit. He was rewarded by the feel of her climax.

“Now!” she screamed. “Come now!”

He came, flooding her with his semen. His orgasm seemed to last forever.

When they were finally still, he asked, “May I hold you?”

She smiled as he enfolded her in his arms. It was like some fairy tale. Neither of them understood what had happened or where their relationship would go from here. They knew only that they had found something intensely pleasurable that they could share for as long as they wanted.

Susan and Frank discovered that a way to enhance their sex lives was to change who was in control of their sexual activities.

If you are the leader of a game of control, open your mind and express your desires freely. That’s what your submissive partner wants you to do. Tell him where to touch or squeeze or lick. Tell him what kind of strokes you want.

If you are following a leader, make mental notes of what she is asking for, then incorporate them into your lovemaking at other times. Remember that she is giving you ideas for the future.

And there are so many more ideas left to explore…

7

TOYS

I
t is said that you can tell the men from the boys by the kind of toys they play with…

Toys are wonderful but they pose some problems, such as how to buy them. I live near New York City and have access to a few “adult only” stores. It’s a mixed blessing. It’s wonderful to have all the toys displayed and available, but I find that going into one of
those
stores is still very embarrassing.

I have to admit that my partner was the first of us to visit an “adult only” store. While I was running an errand in the neighborhood, he wandered inside and, with amazing aplomb, bought a dildo. When we met later, he brandished a brown paper bag and told me what he had done. I complimented him on his bravery. That evening, he used our new toy to drive me crazy.

Weeks later, at his urging, we made our first trip to that same “adult only” store together to buy a vibrator. I was then forty-six years old and I had never owned one. He convinced me that the only way to decide what kind we wanted was to go there and explore.

The afternoon we visited, the store was empty except for the two of us and a salesman. I was amazed. The room was filled with everything from love oil to adult books, from outrageously funny greeting cards to dildos in every color and size. I blushed as I spotted the dildo he had bought on his first trip there.

Although at least fifteen different kinds of vibrators were displayed, they were all behind the counter. I realized that one of us would have to ask to see them, since neither of us knew anything about them. Thank heavens, my partner was amazingly suave about the whole thing. He asked the young man behind the counter if we could see a few different ones.

Almost immediately, a woman appeared from the back of the store and she and the salesman began to ask us questions and give us advice.

“Is this for use alone or for using together? Different types serve different purposes.”

“Have you any experience with vibrators?”

“Remember not to leave it on for more than twenty minutes.”

“Do you want one that is battery-operated or will you have an outlet handy? Battery-operated vibrators give you more freedom, but have less power.”

I think that business was slow and they just wanted to relieve their boredom, but I thought I would sink into the floor. As I turned away and pretended to be interested in some placebo tablets to increase sexual potency, my partner made a thorough study, then selected and bought a vibrator. We hustled out and only then did he admit that he had been as nervous as I. Embarrassed or not, we had our vibrator and we still have it and use it today.

You can also buy toys by mail. There are usually ads in most sex magazines with illustrations and graphic descriptions of everything from leather restraints and handcuffs to penis-shaped water pistols and watches that state “Time for Sex.” Some of the items will disappoint; some will live up to every expectation.