Maggie

By: Sir_Ron Category: BDSM Date: Jun 08 2008, 3:43 pm

It had been a while since I saw her last, a few years but she was everything I remembered as I watched her walk into the restaurant. We had been lovers the summer before college and then all through college and the first few years after, but we had drifted away when she took a job across country before we turned twenty-six. We were both on the fast track and neither of us had wanted anything permanent, we each lived and breathed our careers so our arrangement that once had suited us both for various reasons saw us through times when neither of us felt we could afford the distractions of the conventional romance and relationships. But now she was back, having taken a new job that brought her back to where we once carried on a fevered affair. Meeting in hotel rooms for a few hours once a week but like I said, it had been a years ago and much had changed, we were now in our mid thirties.

We had gotten together here and there a few times when ever one of us was in the vicinity of the other, but even that had dwindled away to nothing in the last five years. I had become interested in the BDSM lifestyle around the time she had moved away, and even though we had managed to see each other a few times I never did say anything about my personal life and the changes I had made in it, so it came as a complete surprise to me when during dinner our first time together after her return the answer she gave to my question about what she would consider the ultimate night of sex to be.

She sat back in her chair, her fork picking at her food, she appeared to be thinking over the question when she then sat forward and whispered quietly, “I think the perfect night would be someone who could take control, complete and total control of everything. Tell me what he expected of me, including what to wear or what not to wear, how to sit, stand, and who wouldn’t take no for an answer, and if I attempted to say no, he would take charge and make my no a yes.”

She sat back again her face turning red realizing she had answered my question with total honesty. I got the distinct impression if I had been anybody else asking that question I would have gotten a different answer, but because our relationship in the past had been one of mutual sexual gratification she felt safe to be more open than she normally would be.

“I see.” I said. “You know, you’re talking about S&M, a Master and slave type of situation?”

I thought about all the times we had spent together in the past, I realized I had always been the pursuer the aggressor, the one that had always picked up the phone to call her to set up our time together. How was it that I had never seen it before? How had I overlooked her true nature? I wondered if she fully grasped the concept of what she was saying. Could she really relinquish control to another? Someone who would dominate her, punish her, fuck her, even humiliate her? Could she handle it? I was seeing my old friend in a brand new light.

I sat forward, I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “I want you to get up and go to the ladies room, if you are serious about what you just said, you will go in there and take off your panties and bring them back to the table and hand them to me. You don’t have to make a big show of it, you can be discrete, but you will do this, or we will be saying good night once this dinner is finished and we will not be meeting again until you are serious about what you just said. Understand me?”

At first she chuckled, thinking I was joking with her, but then her small laugh, adorable as it is stopped in mid breath, she saw the look in my eyes, she knew I wasn’t playing. She knew perfectly well I was serious. I watched as she swallowed hard, her eyes quickly darted around the room to the other tables, then back to my eyes, searching them once again. Then she slowly nodded her head as the look in her eyes changed, the hardened overachiever in her career softened and her submission came shinning through. She grabbed her purse and without saying another word she stood and walked directly to the ladies room.

I was beginning to think she had changed her mind she had been gone so long, but finally I saw her walk out of restroom and she quickly returned to the table. She sat down and she discretely reached into her purse and handed me the damp panties without speaking a single word. Her face was flaming red and her eyes searched for my approval.

I took them and placed them in my pocket, I kissed her cheek and whispered, “Good girl,” in her ear.

I started asking her about how she liked being back, and other small talk. She had moved closer but wasn’t offering much back in ways of conversation. She also began to fidget, I laid my fork down and put my arm around, pulling her close I again kissed her cheek and took the opportunity to whisper to her again, “Sit still, stop fidgeting, and open your legs a little.”

The look in her eyes was priceless, it was one mixed with apprehension and excitement. She quickly looked around again and I continued to whisper, “No one will see a thing. Look where you’re sitting, the table is a corner booth with a table cloth, no one can see you underneath, now do what I told you, or deal with the consequences later.”

I heard a heavy sigh and watched as she nibbled on her bottom lip, another glance around the room and then I felt her knee touch mine as she opened her legs as I had instructed. Another kiss to the cheek, another whispered good girl, and then I lowered my left hand as my right hand picked up my fork again.

My left hand rested against her leg, I could feel her slight tremble and hear her breathing change as my hand slowly moved upward. By the time I reached her the edge of her damp cunt she was completely holding her breath. I whispered for her to breathe, as I lightly brushed against her and then stopped. She shivered and then I ran my fingertip right up the center of her wet pussy. Her excitement instantly exposed through her own bodies reactions. I smiled at her and thought, yes, you are going to be such a joy to teach.

After leaving the restaurant we drove back to my house, I led her inside and we sat in the living room and I began to ask her more questions about her fantasies. After hearing how she often thought of being ‘taken’, having the control removed from her, how she often fantasized about being put over someone’s knee and spanked I decided to tell her all about my lifestyle choices. She sat quietly, listening her eyes widening at certain times, a small smile playing on her lips at other times. I explained so many things and then I told her that for tonight we would simply just be together like we used to do years before and that I would leave it up to her to think things over and then if she ever wanted to explore these other thoughts she had then all she had to do was pick up the phone and call me and say so.

We sat there kissing, warming up on the sofa, I unbuttoned her blouse and everything about her felt easy, relaxed, her body so familiar to my touch. Her soft sounds I had remembered through the years had never changed. She was still so beautiful. We had a great time, but she was quieter than I remembered. I chalked it up to her mind reeling with thoughts of what I had told her about myself.

As the hour neared three A.M. we were lying together in my bed, I was half asleep when I heard her sigh heavily and she softly spoke, “Ron, tell me what is it like to spank someone?”

“What do you mean, ‘what is it like’? you know how it’s done, I’m sure you got one or two growing up.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean then?”

“I mean, well, what’s it like? What do you do before you…you know?” her voice trailing off as if embarrassed to be asking.

“Come on Maggie, you need to rest. We can talk all about this another time. Now be a good girl and go to sleep.”

She sat up, propping herself up on one elbow and looked at me, “Ron!, I want to talk. I have to know, what it is like?” Then she gently shook me, nudging me from my half state of sleep.

“If you don’t let me get some rest tonight, you’re going to find out the harder way Mag’s. Now lay back and try to get some sleep, ok?”

She was quiet for a few minutes but she didn’t lay back down. She nudged me again, “Ron! Wake up! I can’t go to sleep my mind is racing and I need to talk about this.”

I opened my eyes and sat up, realizing there was no way she was going to settle on sleeping and thinking things through, her curiosity was peaked at an all time high, and for Maggie, curiosity had a way of making her seem so much younger than she really was.

She sat the rest of the way up as I turned towards her, I searched my brain for the words to explain to her what it was like, but the look in her eyes was so damn alluring that I knew the best way was just to show her first hand. I grabbed her and pulled her over my lap so hard she made an umf sound as she landed heavily across my legs.

I raised my hand slightly and swatted her, she squealed a little more over the sound than the actual slap against her bare ass. She wiggled and I swatted again and again. After about the tenth swat the way she moved against me changed. Her sounds changed, she was moaning very softly, I reached between her legs and felt how wet she was, I knew then if I stopped I would be faced with a little pout and then there would be no rest for either of us. But then, now that I was fully awake, did I really care? It was simply too irresistible. I stopped swatting and she looked at me over her shoulder with a look that asked, ‘is that all?’

I smiled at her, “Now, there you go Mag’s, now you know a little on what it’s like. Now close those gorgeous baby blue’s and get some rest.”

“You’re stopping NOW? Are you kidding me? That sucks! Come on, you got me going now, please, don’t stop!”

I chuckled, “I think that’s enough for one night, now let’s get some sleep.” I said as I moved like I was going to hunker back down and go to sleep. I no more than closed my eyes when I heard her exhale in frustration and then felt the slight smack against my arm.

“You’re horrible to tease me like this Ron, just horrible!”

I was thrilled, I sat back up with a start, and pulled her back over my lap and swatted her harder and faster, making her squirm and her the soft moans from just minutes before were now little cries as she wiggled and kicked her legs. When I was done her ass glowed a beautiful shade of flaming red. She reached her hand behind her as she sniffled and sobbed softly, rubbing each cheek, and staring in disbelief at just being spanked.

“You could have just told me, you know? You didn’t have to give me such a vivid demonstration!”

“Still sassy? I guess you didn’t learn anything, did you?” I said with a feigned sharp tone, reaching for her to pull her back down again.

She struggled and starting repeating, “no, no, no, no, no, no…I got the point! I got the point! Please, no more!”

“Nah, I don’t think you do have the point!” I said and tugged her into my lap again and as before gave her another rapid hard spanking. I didn’t stop until I could hear her sobbing and promising to behave.

“Ron! Ron! Please, stop! I’ll be good, I promise! Please stop! I’ll do…” she had started to say that she would do anything but stopped herself, suddenly becoming aware that such a promise held possibilities she didn’t have full knowledge of.

“You’ll do what, Mag’s? Come on girl, spit it out!” I ordered.

“Nothing, I just…” she sighed laying over my legs not daring to move. “I just…I just wanted you to stop.”

“I see.” I said and raised my hand again and delivered a few more hard swats before she finally let go and finished her sentence.

“Oh God, please, please stop! I’ll do ANYTHING you want! Just please stop!”

“Good girl!” I said as I pulled her up. She thought I was going to pull her into my arms and hold her, but instead I held her by the wrist and stood up, pulling her from my bed and down to the floor. “Suck me. You made me all hard having to spank that gorgeous ass, now take care of it.”

“But, Ron…we had sex before, and you haven’t…” She halted in mid sentence, kneeling in front of me, looking up at my face.

“I haven’t what?” I asked as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “I haven’t showered yet?”

She tried to look away, but with me holding her head back as I was, she was forced to continue to look up at me. “Yes.” she whispered and swallowed hard.

“So! I didn’t say for you to complain, I said for you to suck me. Now do it!” I ordered again as I thrust my hard cock towards her mouth, making her open up.

In one good long push I felt my cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged and I pulled back just slightly. “Close your lips around me, Maggie. I’m going to allow you a treat. I’m going to allow you to taste yourself from my cock.”

There were two things Maggie always had trouble doing, one was oral, she had no problem using her mouth as foreplay, but once my cock had been inside of her she never would take it again unless I washed up first. The other thing she never would allow was anal, and since she just said something about the oral issue, I just assumed that anal was still a no go zone for her. I just might have to change that I thought as I began to move in and out of her mouth.

I groaned, her mouth felt so fucking good, but what was about to send me over the edge was watching her eyes water and the little tears slowly creeping down her face. She gagged a few more times and the sound of it made my cock jump, finally I had to feel her throat, I took a tighter grip of her hair and pulled her hard against me, holding her there until I could feel her cheeks puff out and the sound of her gagging and she pulling hard, trying to pull back.

I pulled all the way back, she gasped for breath, choking, coughing, spit dribbling off her chin, her face as bright red as her well spanked ass, then went as deep as I could go again. Over and over until her tears and the smeared spit mingled together dripped from her face.

I stopped and looked down into her yes, “Had enough> Or do you want to continue?”

“Continue,” she said breathlessly.

“Okay, then it’s ladies choice, mouth or ass?”

“Wha-what…why? Ron, you know I don’t do anal.”

“So, you’re choosing your mouth then?”

“But what about, us, just having sex again?”

“My terms Baby, my terms. I’m the one in control now. So open up, or turn around.”

She stared me a few minutes, looking as if she were about to burst into tears, but then she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. I placed my hands on each side of her head and began to face fuck her, making her gag and her eyes watered all over again, the sounds she made, the tears flowing over her cheeks proved too much, I started to cum and shoved my cock into her throat, forcing her to swallow it all.

When I pulled away from her she slumped to the floor and I went into the bathroom and got a warm washcloth and squatted down to gently wipe her face. Then I helped her up and pulled her close, kissing her softly, telling her she did great and made me very happy. She didn’t speak again, I knew her throat was sore and it would hurt to talk at first.

“Ready to go to bed this time?” I asked her.

She nodded her head yes and climbed in. After I got in beside her she cuddled up close, laying her head against my chest, I could feel her trembling, I held her closer to me, and we drifted off to sleep.

I figured if she wanted more, she would still be here in the morning, if not, I would awake to find her gone.

Soft light came through the bedroom window, laying beside me watching me sleep, she was still here.

“Good morning,” she spoke softly, her throat still a little horse.

“Good morning.” I answered back. “How long have you been awake?”

“About an hour.” She answered.