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By Lovcouple (lovcouple@aol.com)

Part I
She worked hard all day, but her mind was distracted. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate, to focus on what she was doing, she kept slipping away in her thoughts and daydreams, beginning to imagine what might happen that night when she got home.
It had started with a message on her answering machine. She had missed the call somehow, and when she checked her messages, she heard him saying, "Tonight . . . all your fantasies will come true. Tonight we take the next step in your training. Imagine what may happen."
And she did . . . Never mind what she was trying to do, images of what was to come continued to slip into her thoughts. Because she didn't know exactly what was going to happen, the images in her head were constantly changing, mostly pictures of what they had done together before. But what was next? What would the night bring?
By the late afternoon, it was clear to everyone that she was distracted. Several people even commented that she just didn't seem to have her heart in her work today. If they only knew! It got so bad at one point that she could feel herself getting wet between her legs, and she though for a minute about going into the ladies room and making herself cum. But she decided to wait; the anticipation would make the evening's adventure even better. She knew it would be worth it.
When she finally left work, she immediately found herself caught in a traffic jam. At first stop-and-go, it finally slowed to a complete halt. It was beginning to get dark out, so she turned the lights on and waited. And while she waited, she thought some more about what might be in store for her. Finally, she couldn't stand it any more, and she let her hand wander down under her skirt, just touching herself lightly between the legs, over her pantyhose. She could feel that she was already damp, and she stroked a little harder. But just then the traffic started moving again.
When she got home and opened the garage, an envelope was taped to the inside door with her name on it. She opened it, and found a note inside:
My Darling
Go inside, up the stairs, and follow the candles to your bath. While you are bathing, you may touch yourself, but you may not make yourself cum. Do not disobey, or you will be punished severely.
After your bath, proceed into the main bedroom, where you will receive further instructions.
The Master
She walked inside and found the house illuminated only by candles. There was no sound in the house, but the glow of the candles lit her way through the house, up the stairs, and into her bathroom where she saw a hot bath with wonderfully aromatic bath oil in it, and flower petals floating on top. The bath smelled like jasmine, she thought.
She quickly removed her clothes and slid into the soothing bath. Almost immediately she began to relax. She could feel the tensions of the day slide away.
As she lay soaking in the warm, soothing liquid, she began to wash herself all over with the soft cloth that had been laid on the edge of the tub. She closed her eyes and laid back, and quickly began to fantasize about what was to come. Soon her thoughts turned to something that had happened a few days before, when she had joined him in the shower.
He had been surprised but she could see that he was pleased by the way he smiled and made room for her under the spray. As she turned to face him, she reached for his cock, which swiftly grew hard and large. She started to stroke it, and he closed his eyes and groaned quietly. He cupped her breasts, then leaned over to suck first one nipple, then the other. When they were hard, he nibbled gently on each with his teeth. She could feel the heat spreading throughout her body, then concentrating between her legs.
She could see that he didn't want to cum yet, so she went to her knees, taking him into her mouth and caressing his cock with her lips and tongue. She loved the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. If anything, he was getting even harder and larger. She felt him starting to move in and out, almost beyond his own control, but then suddenly he stopped moving and withdrew his still hard cock from her mouth. Reaching down with his hands, he drew her to her feet, then kissed her tenderly.
Without words, he knelt in the tub in front of her, letting the water wash over his head and back. Lifting one leg, she carefully put her foot on the rim of the tub, giving him access to her pussy. He tilted his face upwards, then licked the top of her pussy, separating her lips with is tongue. Instantly she could feel her excitement rising, and her nerves and emotions were concentrated on that very small area where the tip of his tongue was so busy.
As she got warmer and warmer, he licked gently at her clit; she reached for her breasts, pulling on her nipples to make them hard and increase her own pleasure. She leaned back against the wall of the shower, feeling her legs get weaker and weaker as she anticipated a climax. His tongue became more insistent, feeling to her almost as if it had become a prick. As she got closer and closer, she could hear herself involuntarily gasping, "Oh . . . unh . . . unh . . . oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ."
As her climax washed over her in waves, her knees buckled and she almost fell. But still he continued to lick, until she could stand it no longer, and pulled him to his feet.
They embraced, and his hands turned her around so her back was to him. She could feel his hard cock in the crack of her ass; she leaned over, and his hands went around her body and grasped her hanging breasts. She knew he loved her breasts, and the feel and sight of her ass always excited him. She backed into him, rubbing her ass against his prick, feeling the warm water wash over her back and shoulders.
She reached between her legs, grasping his hard cock in her fingers, then inserting it into her pussy. He plunged forward, ramming it deep inside her, then pausing for several seconds. She could feel him deep inside her, still but somehow alive. As he began in slow strokes to plunge in and out of her, she found it difficult to stand still, moving to meet his thrusts, allowing him to penetrate even deeper.
She could feel his thrusts growing more urgent, matching her own growing stimulation. Too soon, she could tell he was close to cumming, but her own excitement was putting her close to the brink as well. When she felt him stiffen, his motions becoming jerky and shorter, she knew he was near, but so was she. Once again he reached for her breasts, pulling roughly on both nipples.
As he groaned and plunged one final time deep into her pussy, she pushed back as hard as she could, feeling her own climax rise within her until she shuddered and almost collapsed, cumming for the second time within a few minutes. She could sense him spurting deep inside her, tiny spasms to match her own shudders. They had cum almost exactly together.
Her images of that episode were vivid, and she could almost feel again the intensity of her climax. As she almost unconsciously began to stroke her breasts, she realized that her excitement was building swiftly.

Part II
She lay back further in the soothing water, spreading her legs and moving her right hand down her body until her fingers reached the silky down leading to her cunt, partly covered by the scented, warm liquid. As she gently parted the lips of her pussy, she could hear and feel the ripples of the water lapping softly at the most sensitive areas. She could almost imagine the water was her lover's tongue, and she began to move her fingers with more urgency, heightening her pleasure as the tension began to build. The sound of the moving water became louder and more rhythmic.
She began to feel herself nearing a finish, and with the greatest difficulty, she stopped moving her fingers, letting them rest for a moment with her index finger touching her clit. She knew if she rubbed her clit just a little more, she would go over the edge, and she dare not disobey her instructions. What would happen if she ignored her orders? What would her punishment be? Besides, denying herself the pleasure of cumming now would heighten her bliss later.
With a sigh, she reached again for the soft cloth, and finished washing her body. As she dried off with the soft towel that had been provided for her, the bath oils clung to her skin, making it sleek and soft, smooth to the touch. She knew he would love to caress her skin, licking it and stroking her softly with his large and rough hands.
After drying off, she walked slowly to the bedroom, following the glow of the candles. When she opened the bedroom door, she found the entire room awash with the soft light of many candles which had been arranged around the room. She wondered where he was. She had not heard a sound since she had entered the house. Where could he be? What was he doing?
The king-size bed had been stripped to the bottom sheet, which was a burgundy satin color; she hadn't seen it before and knew that he must have gotten it especially for this night. A thrill of it ran through her; what else had he arranged for their pleasure?
On the corner of the bed was a box. Opening it up, she discovered a pair of black stiletto heels with tiny black ankle straps. They had to be at least six inches tall. There were also some black lace stockings, which she knew he loved to see her in. She put them on, and the high heels, and immediately her breasts stood taller and thrust out more strongly.
Under the shoes she found a black corset, with no covering for her breasts. She put it on with some difficulty, cinching the waist tightly. Looking in the mirror, she could see that it was extremely flattering. Her waist looked small, and the hose accentuated the length of her legs. She felt beautiful and sexy, and she knew he would appreciate the way she looked.
In the center of the bed she saw that two large pillows had been stacked on top of each other, with a black blindfold lying on top, and she saw that restraints had been attached to each of the corner posts of the bed. The restraints had Velcro cuffs on the end. She didn't know what to do next. Then she saw another note taped to the head of the bed. She opened it to read:
My Darling
Your adventure into the dark side is beginning.
Lie on your stomach "on top of both pillows" facing the head of the bed. Attach the ankle restraints to both ankles tightly, then put on the blindfold.
Once you have done this, you are almost ready. Lie still for a few moments, preparing yourself for the ecstasy to come. When you are ready to take the next step, call for the Master.
The Master
She quickly did as she had been instructed, closing the ankle restraints over her stiletto heels, then putting the blindfold in place. She lay down on the two pillows, and found that it made her feel completely exposed. She felt like her ass and pussy were fully open and sticking up in the air, especially because the restraints kept her ankles wide apart. But she liked the feeling of vulnerability, and she trusted him.
When she felt that she had calmed down a little, and when the thrill of anticipation were too much to bear any longer, she called out his name, "Master . . . I'm Ready."
Almost immediately she heard the door open behind her. Since her hands were free, she had to resist the urge to pull up her blindfold and peek at him. What was he wearing, if anything? "What are you going to do?" she asked. "I did everything you told me to do."
There was no response. She could faintly smell an after shave, but she couldn't identify it. It smelled nice. What was it? When did he start wearing it?
His hands seized each of her wrists in turn, tightening them in the remaining restraints. Now she could only move a little, and she felt more vulnerable and exposed than ever. Still, it was very comfortable, and the smooth satin sheet was very sensuous. She knew she looked very sexy in the heels, hose, and corset, with her ass sticking in the air. Whatever happened, she felt she was ready. But why wouldn't he answer her?
"That feels good. Do you like the way I look? So I look sexy to you?" Still there was no response, although she could hear him moving around the bed. Then she felt his hands on her shoulder, rolling her slightly up on her side so one breast was exposed.
Without explanation, she felt something tighten completely around her exposed breast. It felt like some kind of elastic band , not harsh or sharp, but fairly tight. She could tell that it made her breast stand out even more. At the same time, he began stroking her nipple, which quickly became hard. As soon as it was firm enough, something was clipped to the nipple. She couldn't tell what it was, but it pinched a little at first, though not uncomfortably, and it had some weight attached to it, perhaps a small chain. Her nipple seemed to grow even harder, and her breast felt very sensitive.
She heard him move around the bed, then his hands rolled her over to the other side, exposing her other breast. Quickly it too was bound, and the nipple was clipped. She guessed that the chain attached the two nipples to each other. When he had finished, she rolled back on her stomach. The sensation of having both breasts bound was new to her, but not unpleasant, and her nipples tingled with the feeling of being pinched. Since the cushions were short, her breasts were partially unsupported, and she could feel the slight tug of the weight of the chain on her nipples.
She heard him leave the room. Because of the blindfold, her mind freed her imagination. She could see in her mind's eye what the tableau must look like: in the flickering candlelight, dressed in the black corset, hose, and heels, lying on her stomach with her butt elevated and her pussy exposed, blindfolded and tied securely to the posts. She knew how much he must be excited by the sight, and knowing that increased her own pleasure.

Part III
Minutes passed with no sound or movement. What could he be doing? She shivered in delicious anticipation of what might come. She could feel the gentle touch of air on her back from the overhead fan, and she thought her nipples might be getting even harder.
She heard soft footsteps on the stairs, and sounds of someone coming into the bedroom. "Who is it?" she asked. "Did you come back?" There was no answer, but she could hear a short series of clicks, maybe metal. What could it be?
After a short while, she became aware of a soft whirring sound from somewhere behind her. She could barely hear it, and she decided that it might be the fan after all. But soon, all thought of the sound was forgotten.
Without warning or words, she felt his weight on the bed behind her, then for several seconds there was no movement, while she wondered what was about to happen. Almost involuntarily, her ass rose slightly off the pillow in her desire to be touched. Her wishes were almost immediately answered as she felt his warm breath behind her, between her legs. This sensation was quickly followed by the delicious feel of a tongue, at first just licking the area between her pussy and her butt, then teasing a trail down to her pussy lips.
The feeling was pleasurable but maddening because he licked gently around her pussy and even parted her lips with his tongue, but his touch was so gentle and delicate that it served only to make her hotter without any promise of relief. Occasionally the tongue would flick her clit lightly, sending a thrill throughout her body, but as soon as her hopes would rise they would be dashed again as the hot, wet touch of his tongue moved higher and further away from the center of her pleasure. She tried to move around, encouraging him to put his tongue directly on the spot, but it was difficult to move much in the restraints, and he seemed to ignore her wishes in any event.
Her desire continued to build, but before she neared the edge, he stopped caressing her pussy with his tongue and she felt and heard him get off the bed. She was disappointed, but she knew that there was much more to come.
After some minutes of silence, she heard him moving about the bed, and then became aware that he was caressing the backs of her legs with something so soft and gentle she could barely feel it at all. Was it a feather? The tip of a silk scarf? Whatever it was, it traced a path up the complete length of each leg, then up her ass and across the top of each cheek. Next it skipped to her fingers and wrists, then the inside of each elbow, over the upper arm and across her shoulders, then around the right side of her back. Without being asked, she rolled slightly on to her left side, making her right breast available. Sure enough, the gentle touch traced its path around her breast, just above the elastic bands, then gliding towards her nipple. As it circled her nipple, brushing tenderly against the clip, her nipple hardened once again and she became aware yet again of the pleasure of the weight of the chain pulling on her nipples and breasts, and the constriction of the elastic bands on her breasts. As the touch circled back around her arms and shoulders, she rolled on to her other side to expose her left breast, receiving the same treatment on that side.
She could be quiet no longer. "That feels so good. But what about you? Let me touch you, too."
There was no response, but she felt his sudden weight on left side of the bed. Then she felt his prick stoke her cheek. She instantly opened her mouth, and was rewarded as his cock entered between her lips. She licked it with her tongue, making the wet sounds she knew he loved to hear when she sucked him. Only the head was in her mouth, and she strained to swallow more, but he held back, denying her the full length. She had never known him to be this hard; it was like a warm, throbbing stone, and she knew she could make him cum in a short time. But it was not to be, as he slid his cock out of her mouth, despite her attempt to suck him back in.
"Oh, please," she moaned. "Just a little longer. Please."
Instead, she could once again feel the feather, or whatever it was, across the top of her ass, but this time it traced a path down the crack of her butt and across the lips of her pussy. Its touch was so tender, but so maddening, she almost though she was imagining it, but no, it was real enough. But now she wanted more, she wanted something solid and substantial, something that would bring her off, and quickly.
Again she felt his weight behind her, and she hoped for a moment that he would enter her deeply and roughly. She was as excited as she had ever been, and she needed some relief. But instead of his cock, she once again felt his hot breath between her legs.
This time his tongue trailed upward, towards the rosebud of her ass, touching it slightly then circling to lick around it. As he continued to lick her, she tried to push her ass up in the air and further open her legs, giving him easier access. It must have worked, for very soon she could feel his tongue centering on her ass, licking her in the very center. Then she felt his tongue penetrate her ass, pushing in as she pushed out to make open it even more. It felt wonderful, as the very tip of his tongue worked its way inside of here, swirling around. She could feel the heat building again within her, rising to a crest, and without willing it, she moaned aloud.
"Oh . . . that feels so good . . . yes . . . put your tongue in my ass . . .yes . . . deeper . . . please!"
Although she normally could only cum with some kind of stimulation of her pussy, she was so excited now that she knew she could finish if he would just keep it up. It felt so good, and she wanted so bad to be released. "Yes . . . don't stop . . . stick it in there . . . please, oh please don't stop!" Just before she could finish, when she was right on the very edge of cumming, his tongue withdrew from her ass, and she could only groan "No, please, not now, don't stop now, I'm so close . . ." But he seemed to ignore her.
Just then she felt something touching her ass again. "Yes, that's it, do it some more," she sighed. But it wasn't his tongue; it was something harder, and larger. As it slid oh, so slowly into her ass, she thought at first it was the butt plug they had tried before. But this seemed much larger. It would have been painful, except that it had obviously been well lubricated beforehand, and she had opened her butt up as much as possible to receive his tongue.
Almost imperceptibly it continued to slide into her ass. She heard herself moaning softly " Oh . . .oh . . . oh . . . unh . . ." Finally, the thickest part slid past the barrier, and her ass closed down on it. It was very large, but not uncomfortable. Mostly, she felt full, and she felt like she must finish soon, or she would faint.
"Oh, that's good," she said. "Now can you put your cock in me? I'm so hot. I just need to cum, then we can do anything you like. Really. You can screw me in the ass later, I promise. Just let me cum now."
As if in answer to her plea, she once more felt the touch of his tongue, now teasing tenderly at her pussy and clit. Yes, she thought, this was what she wanted, this would bring her off, just don't stop, just put your tongue in my cunt, just suck on my clit, like that, yes that's it, yes . . .
She could feel everything, the restraints on her ankles and wrists, the blindfold, the tight bands on her breasts and the nipple clips, the plug in her ass, but somehow everything was centered on her pussy, everything else magnified the touch of his tongue as it sinuously worked its magic, penetrating her pussy and spinning rapidly around her clit. She was so close.
But instead of continuing -just a few seconds longer, that's all -his talented tongue withdrew from her clit and pussy, forcing her to cry out "No, please, not again, I'm so close. I just need to cum, just once. Please, I'll be good, I promise . . . I'll do anything you want, just let me cum now."
Unable to lie still, she writhed on the cushions, pushing her ass further into the air, hoping to provoke him to grab her and roughly shove his cock into her pussy, penetrating her to the center of her being.
She felt him shift behind her, and readied herself to be entered. She was so excited she was sure she could feel her pussy dripping on the pillows. She wanted his cock deep inside her, and quickly.
Suddenly, she simultaneously heard a loud "Crack!" and felt a sharp sting across the cheeks of her ass. Before she could react, or even wonder what it was, another "Crack!" sounded, and another sharp sting. Then silence . . .
She could feel the imprint of the whip across her ass. It was not very painful, just enough to make her ass tingle and redden. It felt like soft leather, not hard and sharp, but smooth and velvety, with many separate strands. It would not leave a mark, she knew, but it certainly got her attention.
Suddenly, another "Crack!" followed by another, and another. Each time, she cried out, "Ah . . . ah . . . ah . . . oh." There was no rhythm to it, no way she could anticipate the blow. She began to flinch in anticipation, but no blow fell. Then, just as she relaxed back onto the cushion, another lash, then several more in rapid succession. As the warmth spread from the cheeks of her ass to the rest of her body, she bit the pillow at the exquisite throb of her rump, crying out in a muffled tone, "Yes . . . oh . . . that's good . . . again . . . just a little bit harder . . . yes, that's it, just like that . . . again . . . yes!"
After about ten lashes -she had lost count -there was quiet again. As she lay there, anticipating more blows, her ass tingled, and she realized the sensation was rather pleasant. She felt as if her entire ass was glowing, and knew that in the candlelight it must look rosy and warm. She was conscious once again of the plug in her butt, and the feeling of fullness she had. This was something very new; he had never struck her before, even in play, and she was surprised that he would do so now. It was really very much unlike him.
She felt his weight shift yet again, and suddenly she felt again his tongue on her ass, but this time he bathed her buttocks with his tongue, licking her in every place the whip had fallen. Gradually the stinging subsided, and she became aware again of the longing in her pussy. He continued to lick her behind, swirling his tongue around her rosebud, where she could feel the end of the butt plug sticking out.
As the tingling of her ass let up, she started to squirm on the cushions, rubbing her nipples against the end of the cushion and bouncing her ass up and down. Suddenly she felt his legs up close behind her, and his cock rubbed up and down her pussy and the crack of her ass.
"Oh God, please, put it in, please, please, please!"
With a lunge, the full length of his cock was embedded in her pussy. She had never felt like this before. His cock was deeper than ever before. He held it there for several seconds as she tried without success to lay still, but she had passed the point of controlling her reactions. He slowly withdrew it, almost all the way out, before once again thrusting deep into her.
He now began a steady rhythm, long, slow strokes the full length of his cock. She tried as best she could to meet his thrusts, but the combination of the restraints and her own inability to make her body obey her mind made it impossible. As the pace grew faster, and the thrusts harder, she could feel his stomach pushing on the butt plug at the finish of each stroke, enhancing the feeling in her pussy.
She could hear a voice in the background, moaning in passion and lost in sexual delight. It was several seconds before she realized it was her own moans she was hearing. "Oh . . . oh, my God . . . oh . . .yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . harder, you bastard . . . fuck me harder . . . I'm almost there . . . yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . fuck me . . . YES! I'M CUMMING! . . . YES! . . . NOW! . . . now . . . oh yes, my God, yes." At the same time, she could feel him stiffen behind her, and his breathing became louder and more irregular. Then, with the longest, deepest thrust yet, she could feel his cock spilling its seed deep inside her. At that, a second wave welled up inside her, and she came again, even more powerfully than the first time.
It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She felt as if her insides had been turned inside out. She collapsed on the cushions, unable to move any part of her body. She could feel his cock soften inside her, and as the muscles in her pussy relaxed, his cock fell out of her pussy.
He shifted his weight behind her, and quickly his mouth was once again on her pussy, his tongue probing deeply inside. She was too tender; she couldn't stand it so soon after making love. "No," she said, "wait a few minutes. Not just now."
But he ignored her appeals, and continued to eat her pussy, roughly this time. He had never before eaten her after cumming inside her, and she was shocked he was doing it now. As his tongue lashed at her clit, she could imagine him tasting his own cum. Was it dripping out of her? Was he swallowing it?
He persisted in eating her out, licking her pussy clean, then sticking his tongue deep in her cunt. She suddenly realized that she had not felt his mustache while he was eating her, nor had she felt it at any time that night. His face was smooth and hairless.
As his tongue kept flicking her clit, she recognized with a shock that it wasn't him! It was someone else, perhaps a stranger, who was eating her pussy. Had he arranged for the stranger to do this? He must have. Perhaps he was even watching it all, sitting in the big easy chair in the corner.
"My God," she cried out, "Who are you? Where is my husband? Honey, are you there?"
There was no answer, only frantic tonguing of her most intimate places. She could hear his tongue sloshing around in her. Against her will, her body was responding, building to another level. She could feel the warmth spreading from her pussy through the rest of her body.
Just then, the stranger reached around her with both hands, grasping her breasts roughly and squeezing them with his fingers. As he continued loudly to eat her pussy, he gripped her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pulling sharply on them. It was too much for her, as her body overcame her reluctance and once again she reached the crest, then crashed over the top, flooding his face with her cum. "Oh no . . . oh . . . oh my God, no . . ."
She collapsed in tears, ashamed of what this stranger had done to her, and how she had responded. She wept silently, mortified about everything she had done. Suddenly she felt the stranger's hands in her hair, and the blindfold was removed at last.
The first thing she noticed was that the lights were on. How long had they been on, she wondered. She turned to see who had done this terrible, wonderful thing to her, and was shocked to see her husband, alone and smiling hugely behind her. He had shaven his mustache for the first time in many years.
"Why did you shave off your mustache? Why didn't you answer me? I thought it was a stranger, and that you had arranged for someone to do all this while you watched."
"I shaved it so you would wonder," he said. "I wanted you to think it was someone else, just to add some spice to our fantasy night. And in a way, I did do it so I could watch."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
He motioned with his hand to a video camera on a tripod in the corner. That had been the sound she had heard earlier. "I captured it all on tape. I thought we could re-live it whenever we want to."
"Thank God it's been you all along," she said. "And let's watch it another night. I think I've had it for tonight. But you were right about one thing, we certainly went to another level this time!"