BDSM Featuring Water Sports
"The Collar, the Leash, and the Wife," a Licorice Whips Sex Story by Aidan Mullane
Lady Miss Bee, by Mofo (prints available at ObsessionArt.com)
It was a thin, bright pink leather collar. Bright and feminine with small silver studs that ran around the outer edge. I had affixed a little heart-shaped tag to it with a small, silver ring. The bright pink tag had letters embossed on one side. In large, capital letters, they read, “SEX TOY.”
The leash was six feet long and was a normal dog leash, except it was bright pink. I bought the tag and collar and leash at the pet store down the street. They have an automated machine that creates dog tags there. You feed it some bills and then you type in what you want written on the tag with a little word processing interface – fonts, colors, size of type – it does it all. When you’re done, it spits your creation out like a candy bar.
Of course, to leave the store I had to go through the checkout line. I walked to the back of a five-person-deep queue. Two people directly ahead of me had their dogs with them. Apparently, they were not shopping for their spouses. This particular pet store encouraged you to bring your dog to socialize while you shopped. An older, overweight gal directly in front of me said hello. She was carrying a little Chihuahua tucked under her arm. Her dog looked like it needed a Zoloft-Prozac cocktail. It was twitching and shaking neurotically, its eyes glancing around nervously like it was in the middle of a robbery. It looked over at me suspiciously and I felt the urge to startle it, but held back.
The other dog, a shorthaired mutt, kept looking up at its fat, balding owner, importuning to be let go. It was pacing the floor, endlessly pulling on the leash. It was determined to get to the front door to make its mark where a legion of dogs had peed.
The young, short, most likely gay cashier looked up at me as I handed him the collar and leash and smiled. He said “hello” happily, in a fawning, effeminate, did-you-realize-I-am-gay manner. He looked down at my purchases and surveyed them both carefully. He must have noted that they were both bright pink and his face brightened even more. Maybe he thought no straight man would be buying such a collar? Maybe he thought he had a chance with this six-foot-four, masculine, broad shouldered football-player-type of a man who just happened to be buying the happiest, go-luckiest, gayest leash and collar set in the store? Maybe he was just curious. I don’t know. He said to me, as he leaned forward on the counter looking into my eyes, “Oh, how cute. What kind of dog do you have?”
I paused for a moment, thinking about it, then I looked him straight in the eye and said dryly, “I do not own a dog, this is for my wife.”
The words seemed to strike him physically. He actually winced. I had expected a laugh. He leaned away from me quickly and swiped the bar code. No small talk now. The soft beep of the bar code reader seemed to hang in the air. Without a word he handed me my change and I nodded a perfunctory thank you and left.
The next morning, I hung the collar high on a short finishing nail stuck in a bedpost at the foot of the bed. It was my way of putting my wife on notice. It was my way of telling her what she would be wearing when I came home from work that evening. No discussion, no asking for permission, just the collar hanging where it would be sure to be noticed. I wanted her to think about what was to come, to anticipate the evening. To realize that I was going to be in complete control of her once again.
I got off early, to surprise her. Coming in quietly, I found her taking a nap. She was lying on our large, four poster-bed on her side, her beautiful hips accented by the pose. She was a sexy, sexy woman. She was five-foot, two-inches tall, one hundred and five pounds of full-breasted, full-lipped sexiness. From the first time we were together there was a spark between us; a sexual fire that blazed continuously. Now and again lustful winds would fan it to a raging bonfire.
Being careful to be quiet, I quickly undressed and stood naked, looking at her. I retrieved the collar off the bedpost. The leash and some other toys and accoutrements I had gathered were in a gym bag under the bed. Looking down on her sleeping peacefully, I mentally reviewed my ideas for the evening. My cock began to stir. I gently reached under her long blond hair and slid the collar around her neck. As I fastened it, she began to awaken.
Without saying a word I reached under her back with one arm and lifted her to a sitting position; with the other arm, I pulled her legs closer to the edge of the bed. I put my index finger to my lips to remind her “no talking.” Gently, slowly, I stripped off her blouse and lace bra. I motioned for her to lift her bottom so I could work her slacks and thin lace bikini panties off. She sat there, her legs hanging over the side of the bed, coming out of her slumber. She looked up at me and spread her arms wide and arched her back with a quiet yawn, her bright eyes shining, her beautiful breasts gorgeously displayed as she stretched and looked at me expectantly. She pensively touched the collar circling her regal neck.
I leaned down and pulled her close, kissing her lips tenderly. She was warm and soft. I smelled her hair and kissed her neck. I broke the embrace and, looking her in the eye, I said, “Play time.” I kissed her once more, more forcefully.
Our lips still pressed together, my hands found her breasts. My fingers massaged and squeezed them. I languorously pinched and fondled her nipples. I felt her warm body lean into me. She pressed her lips to mine harder.
I backed up and looked at her. She was wide-awake now. In fact, she was already breathing slightly faster. A collar tended to do that to her. It was the touchstone of our playtime. When a collar came out, she never quite knew what was going to happen or just where the road would take her. The only thing she knew was that she belonged to me and was mine to use as I wanted. Now the pretty pink collar was fastened securely about her neck, the little tag hanging from it that declared she was my “SEX TOY.” Anticipation rushed through her.
I gruffly told her to get down on her hands and knees and kiss my feet. She got off the bed and slowly bowed down to me. With her hands and feet on the floor she lowered her head and kissed my feet. She tenderly kissed the top of each foot and then turned her head and gazed up at me. My cock began to stiffen. I lifted one foot up a few inches off the ground. “Suck,” I said. She wrapped her lips around my big toe. She swirled her tongue around it. She sucked it like it was a little cock, deliciously fellating it.
“Okay, sit up,” I ordered her. I moved forward and pressed my crotch to her face as she sat up on her knees. I grabbed the back of her head and forcefully pulled her face into my crotch. “Lick my balls, and no hands,” I warned. She sat back on her heels. Her warm tongue laved my scrotum. At first, my half hard cock laid across her forehead. Then, I held it up, being careful not to let her touch it with her lips. I saw her looking up at it and knew she wanted it in her mouth. Not now, not yet. She looked so sexy kneeling naked before me, her long blond hair cascading down her back, the collar the only thing she wore.
Of course, this time was not really for me. It was not really about my pleasure. The whole experience was for her. It filled a need she had deep down inside. Somewhere in the place that a well educated, fashionable, beautiful woman cannot find the courage to openly talk about; At least not a woman that grew up in her “we don’t talk about sex” family. It was a real need, deep down inside her, imprinted somewhere below her neo-cortex, in the grunting, fuck-me-like-an-animal-part. In there was an atavistic animal need; the need to be used, to not be responsible, to be in someone’s control, to be dominated. Later, I would have my fun. But now, this was her time. It was her time to be lost to the world.
She knew that while the collar was fitted around her pretty neck she belonged to me, not as a wife but as my “SEX TOY,” my whore, my plaything. I made it happen, no permission needed. I talked to her slowly, letting the words sink in, giving her time to digest each sentence. I wanted her to see herself in the picture I painted. “You have the collar on now,” I said. “You understand you belong to me?” She nodded yes. I kept going, describing her fate – how I could whip her and spank her if I wanted to. How I could order a pizza and make her suck the teenage delivery boy’s cock for the tip. How I could make her lick my sweaty balls and ass until I was satisfied. I reminded her that whatever nasty, dirty, sexual thing I wanted her to do, there was nothing she could do about it. A wide smile mixed with a bit of fear spread broadly across her face. She gave me a quick nodding – yes – to let me know she understood.
Leaving her on her knees I went to the bedroom and got the leash and a little black whip I kept in my bag. The whip was about 24 inches long from handle to the end of the half-dozen leather strings. Each string had a knot tied in the end to give it some weight. I fastened the leash onto the little ring on her collar. She looked up at me with expectation. I held the leash and began to walk forward. She followed me on all fours. I led her to the living room where we stopped next to the couch.
I jerked the leash and told her to stand up and bend over the couch. As she did, I barked another order. “Spread your legs wide.” She looked lovely bent over the back of the couch, her smooth legs leading up to her beautiful, curvy ass. She was quite a sight. I held her leash with one hand, and held the whip in other, and I began to slowly warm up her backside. I started by swinging slow, light snaps of the whip low on the back of her legs. First one leg, then the other, rhythmically going back and forth. No marks yet on her skin. The slightest murmur came from her lips. I built the tension by whipping faster and faster and harder and harder as I almost imperceptibly moved up her legs to her bottom. She was making me hot with the way she was trying to control herself. Each time the whip landed it would cause her to jump a little. A muffled moan came now. She looked so good bent over, her sweet ass reddening, her roundness accented by being bent over the couch. A couple of times, I thought she was going to speak, but I jerked the leash and she got the message.
On and on I whipped her. I caught her trying to rub her pussy on the couch, but I jerked the leash and warned her. I kept on rhythmically whipping one spot then another and another. Sometimes hard and sometimes soft, sometimes quick and sometimes slow. I told her that I was pleased with how she was handling herself. I told her that it made me hot to make her ass red. I told her to spread her legs wider and she did as she was told. With quick snaps of my wrist, I landed a couple sharp blows right on her pussy. She cried out and shivered. Building the anticipation with each smarting blow, I landed a dozen more on her swollen pussy and her whole body shook even harder. As a finish, an accent if you will, after her legs and bottom and pussy were bright red, I lifted up her long hair and gave her several hard, smarting blows between her shoulder blades. She swooned, and then froze, momentarily unsure of what else was to come. Her posture seemed to ask, “How much more was I to give her?”
I dropped the whip and turned her around, sweetly kissing her lips. I wrapped my arms around her, still holding the leash. My lips pressed harder, my tongue entered her mouth. She shivered. My hands drifted down her back to her hot bottom. It felt good to feel the heat coming off her nicely reddened ass. She pushed her cheeks against my hands, and she pressed into my body, trying to get some touch on her breasts and pussy.
I gave her a hint of what was to come. I told her it had been a hot day and I had made sure to keep hydrated. “After all, it’s wise in this heat,” I said, “to drink a lot of water.”
She didn’t catch on right away. Pausing, I held still and looked at her face. I wanted her to think about it for a minute, to anticipate what was coming next. I repeated myself: “It’s wise to drink a lot of water.” I could almost see the idea working its way through her mind to cognition, and the dawning awareness of what I was saying started a kind of earthquake in her body. She stood there and wavered for a second, almost losing her balance. “Hold on there” I said, laughing as I put one hand to the small of her back and steadied her.
I was not kidding when I said I had kept hydrated. A couple bottles of water and a 32-ounce ice tea had filled my bladder to its limit. I knew her mind was swirling and she was getting even hotter as I felt her begin to lose the power in her legs. She started to sink. She could barely stand on her own. I had to hold her steady with both arms now.
Grabbing a handful of her hair I pulled her face close and kissed her once more, roughly, on her open mouth. Her hard nipples felt good against my chest. I pressed against her naked body, enjoying the moment. I noticed that I could actually feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Her breathing was almost a pant. I waited a few moments and changed my kiss from rough and open to soft and closed. I kissed her sweetly. I licked her neck, biting and sucking, I moved up and down that stretch of skin with my lips. I breathed in her sweet smell and warmth. I bit her earlobe and tugged at her ear with my teeth. I ran both hands over her body now and felt the moment deepen. We stood there suspended in time.
Finally, I broke the embrace and stood back from her quickly, still holding the leash in one hand. She stared at me intently, as I was the only thing that existed in her whole world. I watched her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each shallow, quick breath. Her red nipples were rock hard and jutting out as she moved. I pulled her close again, holding one arm around her waist as I dropped my other hand to her pussy. As I looked into her eyes I reached down and rubbed her mons gently, softly. She pushed her hips toward my hand and, closing her eyes, moaned softly.
I was going slow now, very slow, for her. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to mount her and give her a good fucking. But this was for her. I was making her wait for it because I knew that was what she needed, what she really wanted. Slowly, I parted her lips with my middle finger while my hand cupped her mound. Ever so softly, I applied a delicious pressure and slid up and down her vulva with my middle finger, just slightly spreading her pussy lips. She moaned louder and tried to get closer to me. She was wet and oh so hot. So wet, my fingers were slick and shiny as I brought them to her mouth and made her lick them. “Lick them clean” I said. She sucked them greedily, using her tongue and lips earnestly.
I jerked the leash harshly, pulling her out of her reverie. “Come with me.” Slowly, wobbling, she walked as if she was drunk, following me into the bathroom, her arms at her sides. We had a large, two-person walk-in shower, tiled floor to ceiling.
“Inside I ” I ordered. “Now kneel.” I wanted her regal beauty subordinated to me. She was mine and she loved it. She was being used and she adored it. She was in my power and she reveled in it. I left her for a moment, waiting, while I retrieved a pair of cloth wrist cuffs, which I used to tightly bind her hands behind her back. Nonstop, purring, catlike moans rolled from her throat. The cuffs pulled her elbows together, accenting her form, pulling her shoulders back and forcing her breasts to jut out. I stood over her, admiring her beauty and watching her intently.
She tried to catch my cock in her mouth. I pushed her away and warned her harshly, “You wait to be to be given permission. Follow my orders.” I noticed she was rhythmically contracting her legs together in time with her breathing. She was trying to put pressure from her thighs onto her needy pussy. A lovely red flush covered her bosom. I wondered if she had been pushed too far and might faint.
I held the leash in one hand and my hard cock in the other. She again reached her mouth forward, trying to suck me, and I jerked the leash. “Not now,” I said. I had to try and alleviate some of my erection to that I could pee, but she was such a sexy sight. I closed my eyes so as to not look at her. I began to will myself to urinate. It took a minute or two, but slowly, a few drops started to come. The drops became dribble and I opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning toward me in anticipation. Finally, a waxing stream spurted from my cock.
As the first few drops hit her breasts she arched her back even more and jutted her breasts forward. Her moans were louder and higher pitched now.
The stream started to come steadily, building in force. I drew warm, tiny circles on her breasts, round and round her jutting nipples. I ran from one breast to the other. Going round and round the concentric circles getting larger and larger until I was circling an entire breast one at a time. My hot piss was splashing off her tits. Pee was running down her arms and chest and belly, collecting as it spilled down to the juncture between her legs. I could see my urine dripping off her puffy, swollen labia. It was collecting in little rivulets down the little landing strip of pubic hair she had onto the shower floor. What a sexy sight she was, her back arching, her body quaking, and swaying. She was still trying to rub her legs together and not fall over, trying to put pressure on her hot, hot wet pussy. Her thighs were clenching and relaxing rhythmically, her moaning tied to the rhythm of her breathing.
I worked the urine stream up from her soaked breasts to her chest and shoulders. Weaving the stream back and forth, higher and higher, lifting up higher still, I aimed at the base of her neck. She lifted her chin and leaned forward straining. She was lost in herself, lost in the feelings, lost to the moment. My SEXTOY. I was peeing hard now, the flow coming strong and fast, full force. She pulled against the leash lifting her chin higher. I could see her arousal climbing exponentially. Her moans became guttural now, growling forest noises some kind of animal would make. Sounds coming from deep, deep inside her, back from a time when speech was unknown to man. Sensing she was about to come, I also felt my supply start to wane. I let go of my cock momentarily and, reaching down, I quickly laid her on her back. She was quite a site – spread before glowing, shining, glistening, her body soaked in my pee. Her cuffed arms making her body look even more prone.
I stood over her, one hand holding the leash and the other my cock. Her knees were splayed wide, her beautiful mons and swollen pussy lips pushing up at me, inviting me. She was twitching rhythmically. It was only a momentary pause, but she lay there glistening, waiting, needing met to finish. I knew what she needed now and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to give my beautiful wife what she ached for.
I aimed carefully between her legs, just above the tile floor, zeroing on her pretty pink asshole. I let the stream flow again, circling it in tight, concentric circles until – bullseye! I hit her right on her pretty little rosebud. She opened her mouth wide and let out a scream. I quickly moved up to her swollen, open pussy lips. I watched her whole body having spasms after spasm of intense pleasure now. Quick tonic contractions flowed through her in waves. She forced her legs even wider and the pitch of her voice climbed as my pee splashed on to her hot sex. My urine mingled with her lubrication. I worked the stream up and down the midline of her pussy. I knew she was almost there and I was getting low on ammunition. I knew it was time. Again, I aimed carefully, slowly moving the stream up from her asshole to the very top of her pubis. Finally, I zeroed in on her engorged, swollen, protruding clit. I danced around and around it and then, with deft precision, I peed directly on it, hitting it forcefully. Her movement stopped just for a second, her voice trailed off. She was suspended in time, just for a moment, and then she erupted in orgasm. She was coming, and coming, and coming. Her voice a shrill scream now, it climbed higher and higher, reverberating off the tile walls. Her wet, glistening body was bucking, writhing, and shaking. Her lower half lifted up off the floor over and over again; her fingers clenching, opening and closing with each spasm.
She was lost in orgasm. She was beautiful. Her whole body convulsed and writhed rhythmically as she lived for a time in ecstasy.
What was once a fast running stream now ebbed. I leaned forward, steadying myself with one arm against the wall. I gave her a moment to revel in the experience. I waited until she stopped shaking. I surveyed the scene. My urine covered her head to toe. My pee was all over her and the floor and the walls and my forelegs. I lifted my right foot and put my toes to her mouth. She eagerly sucked them and ran her tongue around and in between them. I pulled my foot away and untied her hands.
As a last sign of respect and submission, I made her kiss my feet while she kneeled, placing gentle little kisses on the top of each foot. I stood in the shower with her. She sat back on her heels, looking up at me with love in her eyes. She was dazed and glowing. She was beautiful.
I came closer to her and she wrapped her arms around my legs and embraced me as best she could while kneeling. It was then I noticed there was another source of moisture on her face. Several tears were running down her cheeks. She was gently crying as she hugged me lovingly. I stood still for a while, her arms squeezed my legs harder and she sobbed quietly.
I moved the showerhead so the water wouldn’t hit her and turned it on, letting it warm up. Then I reached down and undid the collar as she looked up me adoringly. A couple of tears ran down the corner of each of her pretty eyes. I motioned her off to the side and rinsed off my legs while she watched me intently. “Clean up, dry off, be quiet, and get in bed. I am going to take a nap,” I said gruffly. She stood up and tried to kiss me. “Not now” I said, “Do what you’re told.”
Before I lay down, I made sure to hang the collar high on the bedpost where she would see it. My wife lay down with me and, as we fell asleep snuggling, I felt a fullness in my balls that I knew would need to be taken care of. It was going to be a good weekend.
Copyright September 9, 2011
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