I ASKED FOR IT (Peter’s Story) – Pt3
Previously – ‘I wanted to know where my wife’s outfit, strap-on, bag of my bondage had come from, why she had them, if they had been used before & with who...but most of all I would accept anything that I found out, as I wanted to be Sarah’s slave.’....
“Well don’t you look like a sub-bitch ready to be used....what a shame we don’t have a group of hard cocked men for you to service...you’d love that would you, you slut?!”
My twitching and leaking cock giving Sarah the answer, she knew more than any words I could have said. But I stood and said nothing, struck dumb by the position I found myself in, presented collared and cuffed before my wife looking every bit a dominant Goddess. A position I had often fantasised over, but never really having the faintest hope that it would ever happen. But here I was excited, aroused, embarrassed, frightened and waiting for my wife’s...my Mistress’s next instruction, knowing I would follow any instruction, and the instruction quickly came, as the riding-crop flicked against the end of my erection with sharp delicious pain.
“On your knees then bitch! My cock isn’t going to play with itself is it...I want you wanking my cock like you want to wank a real man’s cock. Only wanking for now though bitch, I’ll decide when you can suck my cock.”
Sarah laughed as I dropped to my knees in front of her and took the thick false cock in my hands and began wanking it as if I were in deed pleasuring another man. With my wrist connected by the short chain through the ring of my collar, playing with Sarah’s cock was very close to my mouth and I tried to open my mouth to take it. But was stopped by Sarah landing the riding-crop on my back, with a burst of pain....”You suck when I tell you bitch!” I continued to wank the rubber cock, Sarah knowing that I wished it were a real cock as she smiled wickedly at her collared husband/slave on his knees.
“That’s it slut play with my cock, if you are good I will let you suck it....you’d like that wouldn’t you? Maybe I should find you a real man to suck for me watch what a little cock-slut you are. Do you want that Peter, to be my little cock-slut?”
I did not answer immediately, unsure of when to answer and when Sarah was teasing me with her verbal abuse...Sarah pointed out that I was to answer this question as the riding-crop landed with a sting on my back.
“Yes Sar....”, my answer halted by another stroke of the riding-crop, and I corrected my response “Yes Mistress.”
“Yes Mistress. What?” Sarah emphasised her question by slowly running the tip of the riding-crop across my back, which I assumed already showed the earlier red marks of the crop.
“Yes Mistress...I would love to suck a real cock for you to watch.”
“I know you would bitch, and you never know you might get your wish...but for now suck my cock, show me how you would please a real cock.”
Opening my mouth I took Sarah cock and began to suck, just like I had seen on so many videos and how I would like to suck and pleasure a real cock. Sucking it and wanking it with my hands, so closely chained to my mouth. I wanted to show Sarah that I was a good cock sucker, or more accurately I ‘could become’ a good cock sucker, if she followed through with her promise/threat/tease. Would my wife actually arrange for me to suck another man’s cock? I would not have believed it or even dreamed of it before today...but here I was now collared and cuffed on my knees sucking my wife’s strap-on.
My efforts as a cock sucker were obviously lacking as Sarah decided she needed to take control, and show me how I should be sucking her cock.
“You need to better than that slut....put some effort into it!”
Sarah’s hands grabbed my hair and forced my head down on her strap-on, forcing it deeper until it choked me, making me gag to Sarah’s amusement.
“You better get used it bitch...you will learn to deep-throat, just like a slut should.”
Sarah released me as I coughed and gagged on my knees, then left me there kneeling, with saliva running down my chin. Soon returning with her mobile phone, I heard the click as Sarah took pictures of me collared, cuffed recovering from being choked by her strap-on. I did not move...already accepting my position as my wife’s slave. Then Sarah decided to progress things further, while still holding her mobile phone. (recording me I later found out)
“What a pathetic attempt a cock sucking, you obviously need more practice which will come....but now you need to bend over to see if you can take a cock...like you want to slut, don’t you? Do you want me to fuck you Peter, do you want me to fuck you like a man would, you want that don’t you slut?”
I know this was a question that Sarah wanted answering, “Yes Mistress.” With Sarah directing me towards the chair ordering me to lean on the chair presenting my arse to her. I felt her Sarah stroke her strap-on over my naked arse, as I shivered with anticipation. Then I felt the cold wetness as Sarah pushed her lubricated finger into my tight hole...it was not the first time my arse had been filled, having experimented before during my wanking sessions, but this was so much better.
“Well bitch your hole isn’t as tight as it should be is it...have you been fucking yourself thinking of cock like a little whore? I bet you have...you’re just a dirty pervert. Well you wont have to fuck yourself anymore...I’m going to make sure your hole is well used....”
Sarah removed her fingers and I felt the head of her strap-on push against my tight hole, though Sarah was not going to gentle or consider my inexperience of being fucked...no sooner had I felt the first touch of the strap-on, then Sarah thrust forcefully filling my hole as I screamed/moaned at the assault and brutality of anal virginity being taken by my wife.
“Oh shut up bitch, you know you want it....and you are going to get it, you are going to get so much more than even a pervert like you could imagine. You are obviously a natural slut look how easily you took your first cock...you like it don’t you bitch.” Sarah emphasised her words with the riding-crop, landing repeatedly on my arse as my hole held the thickness of the strap-on, which was momentarily stationary tightly. “Tell me how much you like my cock in you, and how you want me to fuck your arse...” Again the riding-crop landed painfully on my arse to emphasise her words.
“Yes Mistress....I love your cock in me. I want you cock Mistress....please fuck me...I want to be your slut Mistress....I want you to fuck me Mistress...”
“What a good slut you are becoming....I think it is time to move things on. Don’t you bitch?”
I had no idea what Sarah meant by ‘moving things on’, but I would have agreed to anything, as I was now living out a fantasy that I thought would never happen. Sarah began thrusting her hips, fucking me and I wanted it to never end. My cock was hard and leaking as my wife...who I thought had no interest in sex, let alone this deliciously kinky sex we were having right now....fucked me hard and rough. There was no gentleness or love of sex between a married couple, I was being FUCKED and used by a dominant woman, my Mistress no longer my wife. Sarah continued to thrust roughly into me, stretching my hole laughing as I moaned from my fucking. Then things did change ‘move on’, as my fucking continued I heard Sarah speaking but not to me...she was using her mobile phone as she fucked her husband.
“...yes Sir...he is ready...thank you Sir...I’m happy you have enjoyed the videos...Yes Sir I will...yes the door is unlocked...thank you Mistress...no I have not Mistress...”
I was nervous more now hearing the stilted conversation as Sarah fucked me, who was she speaking to, who was she referring to as Sir and Mistress...why was Sarah saying I was ready and that the door was unlocked. My questions were soon answered, as I heard the front door open....panic filled me. Who was coming into our home, obviously invited by Sarah, but I was naked and collared and being fucked by my wife....
“Well don’t you look like a sub-bitch ready to be used....what a shame we don’t have a group of hard cocked men for you to service...you’d love that would you, you slut?!”
My twitching and leaking cock giving Sarah the answer, she knew more than any words I could have said. But I stood and said nothing, struck dumb by the position I found myself in, presented collared and cuffed before my wife looking every bit a dominant Goddess. A position I had often fantasised over, but never really having the faintest hope that it would ever happen. But here I was excited, aroused, embarrassed, frightened and waiting for my wife’s...my Mistress’s next instruction, knowing I would follow any instruction, and the instruction quickly came, as the riding-crop flicked against the end of my erection with sharp delicious pain.
“On your knees then bitch! My cock isn’t going to play with itself is it...I want you wanking my cock like you want to wank a real man’s cock. Only wanking for now though bitch, I’ll decide when you can suck my cock.”
Sarah laughed as I dropped to my knees in front of her and took the thick false cock in my hands and began wanking it as if I were in deed pleasuring another man. With my wrist connected by the short chain through the ring of my collar, playing with Sarah’s cock was very close to my mouth and I tried to open my mouth to take it. But was stopped by Sarah landing the riding-crop on my back, with a burst of pain....”You suck when I tell you bitch!” I continued to wank the rubber cock, Sarah knowing that I wished it were a real cock as she smiled wickedly at her collared husband/slave on his knees.
“That’s it slut play with my cock, if you are good I will let you suck it....you’d like that wouldn’t you? Maybe I should find you a real man to suck for me watch what a little cock-slut you are. Do you want that Peter, to be my little cock-slut?”
I did not answer immediately, unsure of when to answer and when Sarah was teasing me with her verbal abuse...Sarah pointed out that I was to answer this question as the riding-crop landed with a sting on my back.
“Yes Sar....”, my answer halted by another stroke of the riding-crop, and I corrected my response “Yes Mistress.”
“Yes Mistress. What?” Sarah emphasised her question by slowly running the tip of the riding-crop across my back, which I assumed already showed the earlier red marks of the crop.
“Yes Mistress...I would love to suck a real cock for you to watch.”
“I know you would bitch, and you never know you might get your wish...but for now suck my cock, show me how you would please a real cock.”
Opening my mouth I took Sarah cock and began to suck, just like I had seen on so many videos and how I would like to suck and pleasure a real cock. Sucking it and wanking it with my hands, so closely chained to my mouth. I wanted to show Sarah that I was a good cock sucker, or more accurately I ‘could become’ a good cock sucker, if she followed through with her promise/threat/tease. Would my wife actually arrange for me to suck another man’s cock? I would not have believed it or even dreamed of it before today...but here I was now collared and cuffed on my knees sucking my wife’s strap-on.
My efforts as a cock sucker were obviously lacking as Sarah decided she needed to take control, and show me how I should be sucking her cock.
“You need to better than that slut....put some effort into it!”
Sarah’s hands grabbed my hair and forced my head down on her strap-on, forcing it deeper until it choked me, making me gag to Sarah’s amusement.
“You better get used it bitch...you will learn to deep-throat, just like a slut should.”
Sarah released me as I coughed and gagged on my knees, then left me there kneeling, with saliva running down my chin. Soon returning with her mobile phone, I heard the click as Sarah took pictures of me collared, cuffed recovering from being choked by her strap-on. I did not move...already accepting my position as my wife’s slave. Then Sarah decided to progress things further, while still holding her mobile phone. (recording me I later found out)
“What a pathetic attempt a cock sucking, you obviously need more practice which will come....but now you need to bend over to see if you can take a cock...like you want to slut, don’t you? Do you want me to fuck you Peter, do you want me to fuck you like a man would, you want that don’t you slut?”
I know this was a question that Sarah wanted answering, “Yes Mistress.” With Sarah directing me towards the chair ordering me to lean on the chair presenting my arse to her. I felt her Sarah stroke her strap-on over my naked arse, as I shivered with anticipation. Then I felt the cold wetness as Sarah pushed her lubricated finger into my tight hole...it was not the first time my arse had been filled, having experimented before during my wanking sessions, but this was so much better.
“Well bitch your hole isn’t as tight as it should be is it...have you been fucking yourself thinking of cock like a little whore? I bet you have...you’re just a dirty pervert. Well you wont have to fuck yourself anymore...I’m going to make sure your hole is well used....”
Sarah removed her fingers and I felt the head of her strap-on push against my tight hole, though Sarah was not going to gentle or consider my inexperience of being fucked...no sooner had I felt the first touch of the strap-on, then Sarah thrust forcefully filling my hole as I screamed/moaned at the assault and brutality of anal virginity being taken by my wife.
“Oh shut up bitch, you know you want it....and you are going to get it, you are going to get so much more than even a pervert like you could imagine. You are obviously a natural slut look how easily you took your first cock...you like it don’t you bitch.” Sarah emphasised her words with the riding-crop, landing repeatedly on my arse as my hole held the thickness of the strap-on, which was momentarily stationary tightly. “Tell me how much you like my cock in you, and how you want me to fuck your arse...” Again the riding-crop landed painfully on my arse to emphasise her words.
“Yes Mistress....I love your cock in me. I want you cock Mistress....please fuck me...I want to be your slut Mistress....I want you to fuck me Mistress...”
“What a good slut you are becoming....I think it is time to move things on. Don’t you bitch?”
I had no idea what Sarah meant by ‘moving things on’, but I would have agreed to anything, as I was now living out a fantasy that I thought would never happen. Sarah began thrusting her hips, fucking me and I wanted it to never end. My cock was hard and leaking as my wife...who I thought had no interest in sex, let alone this deliciously kinky sex we were having right now....fucked me hard and rough. There was no gentleness or love of sex between a married couple, I was being FUCKED and used by a dominant woman, my Mistress no longer my wife. Sarah continued to thrust roughly into me, stretching my hole laughing as I moaned from my fucking. Then things did change ‘move on’, as my fucking continued I heard Sarah speaking but not to me...she was using her mobile phone as she fucked her husband.
“...yes Sir...he is ready...thank you Sir...I’m happy you have enjoyed the videos...Yes Sir I will...yes the door is unlocked...thank you Mistress...no I have not Mistress...”
I was nervous more now hearing the stilted conversation as Sarah fucked me, who was she speaking to, who was she referring to as Sir and Mistress...why was Sarah saying I was ready and that the door was unlocked. My questions were soon answered, as I heard the front door open....panic filled me. Who was coming into our home, obviously invited by Sarah, but I was naked and collared and being fucked by my wife....
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