Archive-name: Bondage/ask-not.txt

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Archive-title: Beware what you ask for...





Part One



     As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening  

with the sweat of the wild fuck they had just shared, he asked her.   

She giggled at his request, not sure she could do what he asked,  

what he desired, what he lusted for, without breaking up in  

laughter.  He pleaded quietly, insistently, and she could hear the  

heat and lust in his voice.  She bit her lip and looked at him, then  

kissed him gently and said "Yes, I'll do it."  And she felt her pussy  

grow wet once more as she thought about controlling her husband,  

making him her sexual slave, forcing his hungry mouth against her  

swollen clit and between her firm asscheeks...making him serve  

her like a sex machine.  And she knew she would not laugh.  She  

knew she would love it.



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     Carl came to bed late just as he always did.  Stefanie moved  

slightly so she could see the clock: it was almost 4 am.  He settled  

quickly, and before long she heard his deep, even breaths.  He was  

asleep.  And he was in for a big surprise when he awoke in the  

morning!



     Stefanie got out of bed and moved quietly, assembling the items  

she had purchased in the last few days.  She wasn't too worried 

about making noise--when Carl slept, he slept like a dead man.   He 

would wake only if she literally shouted in his ear.



     She quickly installed hooks on the head and base boards of the  

queen size bed.  Then she took the collection of magazines she had  

bought and selected the hottest, steamiest images and taped them  

to the walls all around where her husband lay sleeping.  In the dim  

light from the window she admired the lushly shaped bodies of the  

naked women in the photographs...and she felt her pussy begin to  

warm and grow wet as she admired the various leather  

accoutrements they wore.  Stefanie giggled at the thought of how 

hard  Carl's cock would grow when he saw these pictures!  



     She took a few other pictures and put them on the ceiling above  

the bed.  These were special.  They were a collection of drawings  

she had done of her husband...sketches based on the nasty  

fantasies he had shared with her.  



     Her favorite was the drawing she had done of Carl naked and  

on his hands and knees, a cock in his mouth and another in each  

hand, and she herself wearing a strap-on dildo and filling his ass.   

She put it where she knew it would meet his eyes as soon as he  

woke up in the morning.



     She glanced at the clock.  Almost five now.  Well, she had to be  

up in an hour, so she finished her preparations and went to the  

kitchen for a cup of tea.  Carl would stir about 7:30 when she was  

ready to leave for work, seeking his morning goodbye kiss.  Then  

he'd roll over and go back to sleep, normally.



     But not today.  Today he'd grow hard and hot...and she would  

leave him like that!  All day, she knew, he would groan and think  

of her; all day she would be wet and horny and lusting for him.   

When she got home tonight there would be sexual fireworks for  

sure!



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     "Honey, wake up," Stefanie whispered into his ear, gently 

nibbling  on it at the same time.  "I have to go to work and I want 

to show  you something before I go."



     Carl stretched and leaned up to kiss her.  She met his lips and  

kissed him deeply, even going so far as to open her lips and send  

her tongue plunging steamily into his mouth.



     His eyes shot open at that, and then he saw the pictures all over  

the walls.  Stefanie was delighted to see his naked body tense, and 

his  large cock immediately begin to swell!  Then with a minimum 

of  fuss, she slipped a leather collar about his neck and attached it  

with a leash to the hook she had installed in the headboard.



     Carl started to protest, but Stefanie reached down and picked 

up  a pair of her dirty panties from the floor and stuffed them in 

his  mouth.  "Sluts don't speak unless their mistresses tell them 

they  may," she said, and grinned lewdly.  



     A quick move to the foot of the bed and she pulled up the  

straps she had attached to the hooks on the baseboard and  

wrapped them around her husband's ankles, clicking the tiny  

latches shut and immobilizing his legs.



     Finally, she pulled the handcuffs from her pocket and slid them  

onto Carl's hands, laughing at the mixture of confusion and lust  she 

saw in his eyes.  She pulled his hands down to his crotch and  put 

them around his swollen prick.  Then she wrapped a leather  thong 

around his cuffed hands and his cock, making it tight enough  that 

the slightest movement would become a pleasurable  masturbating 

motion.



     Normally this would have been fine with Carl, but she knew  

from the way he looked at her, horny and yet somewhat fearful of  

the commanding bitch he had unleashed, that he realized there  

wasn't going to be a quick release THIS time!



     He's right, she thought, and slid and hand inside her coat to rub  

her own aching sex.  After a moment she opened the coat wide and  

showed her bound-and-gagged husband what she knew would  

drive him frantic with lust.  Underneath the knee-length winter  

coat she wore leather boots and fishnet stockings, as well as a  

leather garter-belt and a cutaway leather bra.



     "Do you like what you see, nasty boy?" she crooned to him. He  

nodded and moved his hands on his cock.  She laughed.  "That's a  

good slut!  But while I expect you to stay hard all day until I get  

home, you are NOT to cum, so I wouldn't play with myself TOO  

much!"



     With that, and a wicked chuckle, she turned and took her jeans  

and sweater from her bureau and left the room.  When she  

returned, she was dressed for her job, but still wearing the boots  

and stockings.  For all Carl could tell, she was wearing the  

garterbelt and bra still, as well.



     "When I get home this afternoon, slut, you are going to well and

thoroughly service my tits, my cunt, and my anus.  And if you are  

VERY good, I MIGHT let you cum."  Stefanie stepped between his 

legs  and reached down to grope his throbbing balls.  "Hmmm," she  

mused.  "I think we're missing just one not-so-little thing here!"   

She leaned down at the foot of the bed.



     When she straightened up, Carl's eyes widened because she  

held a huge, black vibrating dildo!  It was at least 10 inches long,  

as well as being almost two inches thick.  It glistened with  

lubrication, and Stefanie smirked nastily as she smeared some of 

the  slippery juice on her fingers and then leaned down to probe at 

her  husband's tight asshole.



     He moaned as her fingers slipped into his anus--and she  

laughed as they were almost sucked in by the hungry hole.  "Such a  

nasty, gay-boy slut!" she chuckled.  "Well, here's a big black dick to  

keep you company until I get home!"  With that, she slid the  

massive rubber dong up Carl's ass clear to the hilt.  And with the  

way he was laying on the bed, she knew it wouldn't come popping  

out before she returned in the afternoon.



     Carl was moaning and writhing in his bonds as Stefanie left.  As  

she closed the bedroom door, she felt the warm trickle of her own  

juices on her thighs.  She was very excited by the sight of him,  

chained to the wall, tied to the bed, his ass and mouth filled...and  

waiting for her, waiting to fuck her, waiting to fill her with cum!   

She could hardly wait for her workday to be over....









BEWARE WHAT YOU ASK FOR....   (Part Two)

 

 

     It was almost 3 o'clock before Stefanie got away from her busy 

day at work and arrived home.  Her pussy ached with unsatisfied 

lust, even though she had taken a long lunch break and spent it in 

the bathroom, furiously fingering her dripping slit and fantasizing 

about her husband's bound and helpless body.  Before she had 

even reached the door to their apartment, she had stripped off her 

coat and sweater, and was working on removing her jeans.

 

     Stefanie paused in the bathroom and stood before the full 

length mirror, examining her body.  The garter-belt and fishnet 

stockings looked very sexy on her, and she carressed the leather of 

the bra and moaned softly; her nipples were huge and stiff through 

the holes in it.  She was amazed at how horny leather made her 

feel...and for a moment she was grateful that Carl had introduced 

her to the delights of the erotic material.  Then she sneered and 

ran her fingers over her thickly-haired mound.  "He wants it, he's 

going to get it.  He's my slut, my fucktoy!"  She teased at her clit 

for just a second, then turned to the washbasin. 

 

     She pulled her makeup bag from the medicine cabinet and 

began applying mascara, bright red lipstick, and heavy eyeshadow.  

"He wants me to look like a bitch mistress, and I'll do it...but he'll 

give me all the climaxes I want if I'm going to be his dominant 

lady!"  She giggled as she pulled out her electric razor.

 

     For the next fifteen minutes, she carefully trimmed her pubic 

hair, making repeated passes until finally she had shaved off every 

bit of it!   Then she put the razor in her new "Bag of tricks", a 

leather pouch she had purchased to hold some of the toys she 

intended to use on her husband-slave.  

 

     She took her new black leather jacket off the hook on the back 

of the door and put it on.  The wide shoulders and narrow waist 

made her look very domineering, she thought to herself.  She 

plucked at the sides of the jacket so that her breasts, harnessed by 

the leather of the bra, were revealed, and she pulled the hem of 

the jacket up slightly so that it didn't block the view of her garter-

belt and freshly shaved pussy.  Her "bag of tricks" fit neatly onto a 

pair of hooks at her waist.

 

     Finally, Stefanie picked up her newest toy, a riding crop , and 

holding it loosely at her side, she turned and went to the bedroom.

 

     Carl lay as she had left him, and her eyes were drawn to the 

angry red shaft of his cock poking from between his cuffed and 

bound hands.  It dribbled juices thickly, and when she got closer 

Stefanie smiled to see that had actually managed not to cum all 

day.  She frowned at the copious puddles of his male juices that 

had run down over his hands and crotch, though.  It was a terrible 

mess.

 

     Stefanie felt herself grow warm and wet as she thought how she 

could punish her husband for his sloppiness.

 

     His eyes were closed and he seemed resigned to whatever 

Stefanie had planned for him.  She stood at the foot of the bed and 

gazed down at his nakedness, and felt a dark lust swell up within 

her.  She reached out with the crop and whacked the head of his 

cock where it showed above his hands.

 

     Carl came awake with a start and stared up at her.  She could 

almost hear his mouth watering as he took in the sight of her.  She 

knew she looked nasty, knew that he loved the sight of her like 

this.  She knew that he would serve her exactly as she wanted him 

to.  Stefanie stepped to the head of the bed and bent over his face.  

The panties in his mouth were wet.  She sneered down at him, 

curling her lip in disdain.  "You nasty, nasty boy!" she said, 

reaching down and pushing the panties deeper into his mouth.  

"Getting your spit all over my panties!  And dribbling juices all 

over your hands and belly...didn't Mommy teach you any better?"   

 

     She straightened up and climbed onto the bed, straddling her 

husband's face.  With her fingers she pulled the lips of her shaved cunt 

open.  Carl's eyes grew wide as he stared at the hairless pink lips. 

And Stefanie smiled lewdly as she displayed her naked slit.  

 

     "Do you see how wet my pussy is, Carl?" she asked.  "And 

you could have licked and sucked it....but you made a mess."  She 

raised herself up and turned around on his chest.  

 

     Stefanie's firm, pale ass, framed by the leather garter-belt, its 

straps, and the stockings, wiggled just in front of his panty-stuffed 

mouth.  She reached back and pulled her plump cheeks wide apart.  

Carl's astonished eyes stared at the wet pinkness of his wife's 

anus, and his half-hard cock began to swell again.

 

     "This is what you will suck now, slut!"  Stefanie commanded.  

Her hand groped back and caught the panties, pulling them from 

his mouth.  Before he could say anything, she shoved her sweaty 

crack back against his face.  She ordered, "Now lick my ass, Carl.  

Show me that in spite of your filthy messes you can service me 

correctly...and maybe I'll clean you up this time."  Now she began 

to tease his cock with the riding crop .  And as she did, she felt the 

tenative thrusts of his tongue against her wrinkled pucker.





BEWARE WHAT YOU ASK FOR   (Part Three)

 

     "Yessss," she hissed.  "That feels very good, my slave."  Carl's 

tongue darted between the soft cheeks of Stefanie's ass, and began 

to slip into the open, willing hole of her anus.  She laughed softly to 

herself as she reveled in the tingling sensations his licking sent 

through her pussy and ass.  But when she looked down at his cock, 

she saw his hands were moving on the turgid shaft.  This she 

would not allow!

 

     "STOP!" she commanded, pulling her ass away from Carl's now 

hungrily sucking mouth.  She turned around and her face was 

clouded  with anger as she bent over her errant man.  "How DARE 

you play with your prick without my permission?!  Have you 

forgotten ALREADY who your mistress is?  Have you forgotten who 

tells you when you may cum?  Or play with that filthy little dick?"  

She raised the crop to his face and traced up and down his jaw.  

"You seem to think we are playing some kind of game, nasty 

slut...but you are only partly right."   Stefanie turned away from 

the naked body of her husband and looked around the room at the 

pornographic pictures she had taped to the walls.  "You are going to 

be my slave in all sexual ways from now on," she said in a low, 

lust-laden voice that somehow conveyed a cold sense of menace as 

well.  "You had better understand that.  When you serve me well, 

and service my hungry body as I desire....then I 

MIGHT let you cum, I MIGHT cater to YOUR lusts....but always you 

will do as I say in sex.  Always."  She stepped back to him, seeming 

to tower above him.  "Do you understand me, nasty boy?"

 

     "Y-yes," he stammered huskily.  Stefanie sneered and brought 

the riding crop  down across his chest, making sure she struck his 

nipples.

 

     "Yes, WHO, slut?"

 

     With an audible gulp, Carl whispered, "Yes, Mistress Stefanie."

 

     His wife smiled as she reached down and loosened the thongs 

binding his cock and hands together, then pushed his hands up to 

his stomach.  "That's better," she said.  She slid a hand down 

between Carl's legs and grasped the end of the huge black dildo-

vibrator that still filled his ass,  and with a girlish giggle turned it 

fully on.  

 

     Carl groaned, and he cried out loud when he felt his wife's hot 

tongue tease mercilessly along the underside of his cockhead.  She 

nibbled at him, and his asshole throbbed around the pulsing 

rubber cock until his body began to arch with an impending 

climax....and Stefanie stopped licking and pulled the dildo from his 

yawning anus as she squeezed the base of his cock tightly.  Then from

her "bag of tricks" she pulled a metal ring, barely big enough to

fit around Carl's hard penis.  She pushed the cock-ring down to

the base of his shaft, and grinned lustfully as she watched the

turgid prick swell even more...and she knew he would neither cum

nor grow soft until she was ready.

 

     "Not yet," she said.  "Cumming will never be that easy for you 

again, my slut...my slave."  She straddled his face again and spread

her asscheeks wide.  "Now, let's begin again, shall we?  With your

tongue in my ass..."



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