Thomas was excited. Today was his birthday. It was a big one - he was turning 40 - and he'd been looking forward to it for weeks. It wasn't getting older excited him. It was the birthday present that his wife Alexandra had promised to give him that promised to make this birthday a special one. As he counted down the minutes until it was time to leave work, his mind wandered back to an intense conversation they'd had several weeks ago. It wasn't an easy conversation for either one of them, but it was one Thomas felt they had to have. He was uneasy talking about sex, even with his wife, and he was especially anxious about revealing certain interests he'd been developing over the last few years, in secret. For some time he'd been having intense fantasies of being dominated sexually, and he didn't feel he could keep them submerged any longer without going crazy. He simply had to make them real. What has started as a curiosity he developed by browsing certain Internet sites and chat rooms had developed into an almost constant craving to be tied up, whipped, and sexually humiliated. He knew, deep down, that eventually he was going to have to act on these impulses. As his 40th birthday approached, he felt it was time to finally broach the subject with his wife of 17 years. His sex life with Alexandra was still quite active. She was every bit as attractive to him as she had been the day they had married. She was a tallish woman, almost 5' 10", full-figured, and she had large round almond-colored eyes and a full-lipped mouth that seemed to beg to be kissed. She dressed fairly conservatively, but the clothes didn't conceal her innate sensuality very well. Wherever she went, appreciative glances from men of all ages followed her. Alexandra enjoyed sex, but she had never expressed anything more exotic than straightforward, passionate fucking. They had on occasion tied each other up, and Thomas would occasionally slap her tauntingly on the ass when he took her from behind, but the subject of S&M had never crossed their conversation in or out of the bedroom. Thomas decided it was time to change that, even though he knew that there might be consequences to their relationship. He had an itch that just had to be scratched. And so, realizing that he wasn't getting any younger and resolving that life wasn't going to wait around for him to gather his courage, Thomas sat Alexandra down one evening after dinner and tried to gently introduce her to his newfound craving for sexual variation. It didn't go as well as he'd hoped it would. "I don't understand," Alexandra said, "Why do you need to be humiliated to get off? Am I not attractive to you anymore? Is there something in your childhood I don't know about that's driving you to this?" "No, no, no," Thomas responded gently. "It's got nothing to do with you not being attractive to me. God knows you're a beautiful woman. I'd have to be blind not to see that! It's just that...I don't know...the thought of being under someone else's control is so erotic to me! I feel like I need to know what it's like. I...I can't stop thinking about it." Thomas' voice trailed off and there was a long silence. After a time, Alexandra's initial anxiety seemed to fade a bit and she started asking questions. What had brought him to this realization? What kinds of things did he want her to do with him? Thomas, embarrassed as he was, answered as honestly and completely as he could. Finally the question he dreaded the most came up. "Is this something that you think could endanger our marriage if I can't go along with it?" she asked him. Thomas looked down and hesitated. The he said, "Well I hadn't even been thinking on those lines, Alex. I thought I should talk to you about it first and see how you felt before I thought about my next move." His response was unconvincing, and, for the first time in the conversation, not entirely honest. The truth was that he had considered the possibility that Alexandra would not find it in herself to take this road with him, and if that happened he was not sure if he could simply set these desires aside and go on with life as normal. He just didn't know how he might feel or what he might do if that happened. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. Alexandra said she would have to do some thinking and get back to him. That was how they left it. Thomas hadn't heard anything since, for nearly two weeks, and he was deeply concerned that she'd just drop it, and pretend the conversation had never happened. But that was, in fact, not the case. Not at all. Alexandra had given the matter a great deal of thought during that time and was actively researching the subject of S&M, visiting web sites and talking to people involved in the lifestyle online, and her thoughts on the matter had undergone a great deal of change during that time. In fact, after the initial shock had worn off, Alexandra had warmed to the idea of dominating her husband immensely. She merely decided that making him wait for her response was a proper way for her to begin asserting her newfound dominance. Finally, on the day Thomas turned 40, she took pity on him. "I've come to a decision about your wish to be dominated," she said matter-of-factly. "Oh?" Thomas replied, trying hard to conceal his surprise and excitement. "Yes. However, I have some conditions," she continued. "Conditions?" said Thomas, raising his eyebrows. "Yes, and they are not negotiable. We either do this my way, or we don't do it at all. Any bitching or complaining on your part, before during or after our scene and it's over. That's it." She was speaking more forcefully than Thomas had ever heard her speak before. Her tone was even and commanding, not emotional or antagonistic. A vague sense of unease was gnawing at him over what exactly she might have in mind, but there was really no decision to make. He had to try this. He simply had to. And if on her terms was the only way it was going to happen, so be it. "I agree," he said. "We do it your way. However you want to approach it, I'll go along. It was my idea and I am not backing out." For the first time she smiled at him, a wicked smile, a smile that said "I know something you don't." Thomas suppressed a small shiver, and for a moment doubt crept back into his thoughts. He pushed it away and excitement soon settled in and carried him through his work day. 5:00 couldn't come soon enough. His birthday "session" was to start immediately upon his return from work. "Be ready for anything," she had told him. He felt like he was. He was wrong. He sped home and nearly clipped the side of the garage parking his car. His heart was pounding in his ears as he opened the front door. As he walked in Alexandra met him in the hallway. Thomas held his breath at the sight of her. She looked just like one of the fetish models from one of his "special" web sites. Her black, spike-heeled boots came up to her knees. All that covered the rest of her body was a black thong and a black leather bustier clinging to her more-than-ample cleavage. Her dark hair was down around her face and her makeup was tasteful yet wicked - black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. Thomas was speechless. He just stood there and gaped, dumbstruck and euphoric. Alexandra looked at him sternly and said, "In the bedroom, now." Thomas moved quickly in that direction and she followed close behind him. Once there she ordered him to strip. "Take off everything, including your watch and wedding ring." He quickly undressed and she told him to bend over the foot of the bed, "ass in the air." "I think someone deserves a birthday spanking," she said. "What do you say to 40 licks?" "I'd like that," he replied. THWACK! Thomas twitched involuntarily as Alexandra brought her riding crop (recently purchased along with her outfit at a store just off the interstate a few miles from their home) down hard on his bare ass. "You will address me as 'Mistress' or 'Ma'am' when you speak to me", she told him, "and you will not speak until spoken to. Is that clear?" THWACK! She struck him again. "Yes, Mistress!" Thomas said enthusiastically, his voice breaking a bit. "Good. Now that didn't count towards your 40 licks. I want you to count them off for me - 1 Ma'am, 2 Ma'am - like that. Got it?" "Yes Ma'am!" She took her time, punishing his ass from top to bottom, until bright red lines streaked both cheeks and the tops of his thighs. By the time he reached "40 Ma'am" Thomas voice was cracking and he sounded as if he were on the verge of tears. She let him stay in that position for a time when she had finished, and then ran the crop over his ass as she spoke again. "That whipping served two purposes. First to celebrate your important milestone of reaching 40, and second to introduce you to idea that I am in total control. I do what I want to you when I want to, and you damn well better like it. Got it?" "Yes, Mistress," he replied, with a little less excitement and a little more fear in his voice now. "Now," said Alexandra, "sit your ass down in this chair." A simple, sturdy metal chair that usually sat on their back porch had been strategically placed against the back wall facing the foot of the bed. Thomas quickly sat down. The hard, cold metal actually felt good against his sore ass. Alexandra opened a drawer in the nearby nightstand and produced four lengths of short rope. She tied his wrists firmly to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs. Thomas was completely immobilized. Then she pulled a red rubber ball gag from the same drawer and popped it in his mouth. Thomas drew back his head in surprise but she soon had a strap around his head to hold the gag in place so that he could now neither speak nor move a muscle. Alexandra stood in front of him and regarded him for a moment. The corners of her mouth twitched evilly as she spoke again. "For the next part of this evening's entertainment," she said, "you will be merely a spectator. You may not like what you see, and frankly I don't give a shit. Consider yourself fortunate that I even let you watch what comes next, because if I so chose I could easily blindfold you, or shove your ass in the closet." Thomas felt a chill run down his spine. He had a cold premonition that he would NOT like what was about to happen next. He tested his bonds and found that they had been very well-tied and did not give at all. He was indeed, he realized, just a spectator at this point, and a helpless one at that. Alexandra moved toward the bedroom door and called out, "Paul, you may come in now." Thomas' eyes grew wide in horror as a very young, very naked man entered their bedroom. He strained once again against his bonds and tried to cry out, but all that came out was a muffled groan. Alexandra looked at Thomas through narrow eyes and pressed the crop against his balls. "You shut the fuck up," she said in a low voice, "or I'll whip these for you, too." She sounded like she meant it. Thomas felt as if he might black out, and tried to concentrate on his breathing. A sickening sense of fear and regret began to gnaw at his insides. The young man was tall, dark-haired, pale, and very handsome. He was very fit and he seemed to have no hair on his body. Alexandra now looked him over appreciatively. "Thomas," she said, "this is Paul. I'm going to play with him tonight. And he's going to let me do whatever I like to him, aren't you boy?" "Yes, Mistress," the young man said eagerly. "Put your back to me and stand up against the end of the bed," she commanded. Once Paul had complied she again went to the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out two more lengths of rope. She tied him by each wrist to the sturdy metal bedposts that rose several feet above each corner of the bed, so that his arms were stretched out away from his body. "You are a pretty one, Paul," she said as she stood behind him with her body pressed against his. Her hands were exploring him, gliding across his neck, down his sides, cupping his ass. As she groped him she put her mouth next to his ear and whispered something Thomas could not make out. He felt certain that he didn't want to hear what she was saying. Thomas was still very much in a state of shock and sat very tense as he watched his wife fondle the young stranger. For all his outrage, however, he could feel his cock beginning to swell. He could not deny that arousal was beginning to crowd out his feelings of betrayal and fury. By now Alexandra was kissing the back of Paul's neck and her hands had moved around his waist and between his legs. Paul moaned softly as his erection grew. Alexandra kissed her way down his back then lingered with some quick flicks of the tongue on his ass. She bit him on his right ass cheek and Paul tensed up and cried out in surprise. Alexandra giggled and said "I think you're 'done' on this side, darling, let's flip you over." She stood up and untied his hands and Paul turned around and obediently raised his arms so she could retie his hands to the bedposts. Thomas could now get a good view of his impressive erection. So could Alexandra. "Mmmmm," she said, reaching out to grab his cock, "I am going to have some fun with that." She leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips as she stroked his cock. They kissed passionately, like experienced lovers, lips parting, tongues exploring. Thomas felt miserable and humiliated, but he could sense the swelling between his legs grow larger still. He knew there was no way to hide this, that his wife would soon see that this spectacle was arousing him in spite of himself, and his anger burned even brighter. For the moment Alexandra seemed to have forgotten his presence, however, because by now she was kissing and biting Paul's neck. Paul had thrown his head back and thrust out his hips, abandoning himself to the probing hands and demanding lips of his Mistress. Alexandra continued her trip southward down his body, pausing for a considerable time to lick and nibble his nipples, at which he showed his appreciation by moaning even louder and growing another full inch. By now Thomas' cock was also standing at full attention. Alexandra dropped to her knees. She studied Paul's cock for a time as she continued to stroke it with both hands. Finally she said "You know, this looks good enough to eat. I think I will." With that she went to work on him. Really went to work on him. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, licking his cock from tip to base and working on his balls as well. Once he was well-licked and seemingly on the verge of exploding, she took him in her mouth and slid him deep, deeper, and deeper inside. Her head moved back and forth slowly, rhythmically, and Paul began to move his hips in appreciation. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she moved her head up and down on him more quickly. Thomas wondered if she were going to let him come in her mouth. He tried to remember the last time she'd let him do that, but he couldn't. He wondered also, for the first time, what she was trying to tell him with this "show" she was putting on, and where it would lead. The answer to that question was even more elusive. Just when it seemed Paul was about to explode, however, Alexandra slid him out of her mouth completely and, leaned back to inspect him. "Rock hard and nice and wet," she said. "I'd say you were ready to be fucked. Wouldn't you?" "Ohhh...uhhh...yes!" stammered Paul. "Yes, please, Mistress." Alexandra laughed and stood up. She untied his wrists again and told him to lie down on his back on the bed. His cock bounced up and down as he slid up on the bed and lay down on his back. He raised his arms above his head without being told, and Alexandra had soon tied him spread eagle to the four bedposts, so that he was completely immobilized. She walked back over to her special drawer and pulled out a condom. She threw it on the bed and it landed on Paul's chest. Then she started to undress slowly as both men watched her hungrily. Very slowly, she unbuttoned her halter top, and her ample breasts were exposed a little more with each undone button. Both men sighed in appreciation as it popped off and feel to the floor. Then she took off her boots by putting a foot up on the bed, unzipping it slowly, and then kicking it off so that it landed at Thomas' feet. Finally she bent way over as she eased her panties down and off her ankles, putting her finely proportioned ass right in her helpless husband's face as she did so. But she continued to ignore Thomas as she crawled onto the bed and snatched the condom from Paul's chest. She ripped open the package and unrolled it on his rock-hard cock. Paul wriggled in his bonds, in anticipation of what was to come, as she did so. Straddling him, she leaned forward so that her breasts dangled tantalizingly over his mouth. Paul licked his lips but could not move to reach her. "You want a taste?" she asked teasingly. "Yes Mistress!" he said. "Say please!" "Please! Please let me suck you!" he replied eagerly. Slowly she lowered herself so that her right breast met his lips. Paul's mouth took her in and his lips, teeth, and tongue went straight to work. Alexandra moved her body up, down, left, and right to allow him access to her naked breast from all angles. After she was satisfied she raised herself up, hesitated a bit, and then let him have his fill of her left breast. When she finally sat up again, she had a wild, hungry look in here eyes. "Alright stud," she said hoarsely, "it's time I gave you a good, hard ride." She slid back and positioned herself over his cock. She lowered herself, very, very slowly, so that he slid inside of her. Paul threw his head back and let out a long, satisfied groan. When he was all the way inside her, she sat still for a moment, waiting for him to look back up at her. When their eyes met, she lifted her hips and let him slide nearly all the way out, then eased him back in. Paul groaned again, seemingly in agony this time, and began to try to move underneath her. "No!" she said. "You lie there and be still like a good little fuck toy. I set the pace or I'll leave you hard and frustrated. Got it?" "Yes mistress," Paul said miserably, gritting his teeth. With great effort, he kept his body still as she rode his cock at a slow, even pace. Thomas was watching every move. Seeing his wife from this perspective, he was struck by the raw beauty of her body and the grace with which she moved on top of her young lover. His anger began to seep away and a sort of primal euphoria gripped his psyche. His body relaxed finally and he no longer struggled against his bonds. His cock, however, remained standing at attention. Alexandra was now thrusting her hips with increasing urgency, and it was all Paul could do to lay there, his body very tense, and take what she was giving him. Suddenly she lifted herself off him completely until his cock sprang free. "I think I'd like to try another angle, if you don't mind," she said with a wicked grin. Paul said nothing. At the moment he seemed to have lost the ability to speak. This didn't seem to bother Alexandra, as she deftly spun her body around to reverse her position. She was now facing her husband, and she looked him in the eyes as she slid Paul's cock inside of her once again. She continued to look at her husband as she resumed a slow patient thrusting. Her face was now flushed and her hair was wild and unkempt. Sweat glistened on her forehead and chest. She was breathing hard. Thomas stared back at her, his expression vacant and his breathing slow and shallow. Alexandra was now thrusting harder and faster, and had begun to punctuate each thrust with a sexy, high-pitched moan. Thomas knew that sound. He knew it meant he was about to watch his wife come on top of another man. She leaned forward and put her hands down on the bed, for leverage. She was fucking him with great force now, and both lovers were crying out with each thrust. Paul came first, his back arching and his body convulsing, and Alexandra kept pumping him until she too climaxed, her body shuddering as she did so. She hesitated only briefly, allowing herself to catch her breath and regain control of her body, before sliding off of him and untying his hands and feet. She leaned down and kissed him again, then whispered something in his ear. She kissed him once more, and then he sat up and lowered himself off the bed. He left the room without looking at Thomas. Alexandra sat on the bed without moving or speaking. Thomas could hear the young man's footsteps as he moved down the hallway to the front door. The door opened and closed and then he heard a car start up, back down his driveway, and speed off into the night. Only then did Alexandra rise from the bed and walk over to Thomas. She removed his gag and Thomas worked his jaw, which had become rather sore from the tension. Alexandra spoke first. "Well," she said, rather evenly. "What did you think of your present?" "I...I don't know what to think," he said truthfully. "It wasn't what I expected." "No, I bet it wasn't," she said, grinning. "But I told you we'd do this my way or not at all. Now, you have a choice to make." "Choice?" "Yes, and it's a simple one. The genie is out of the bottle, and it's not going back in. And remember, you opened the bottle." "What do you mean?" Thomas asked. "Just this. You gave me control. And I like it. I'm not giving it back. You can either live with it, or you can go. From now on you live by my rules. If I want to fuck somebody else - man, woman, or a whole roomful of people - I'm going to do it. And," she said, looking down at his cock, which was still nearly fully erect, "you can't tell me you the idea doesn't appeal to you on some level." Thomas blushed and looked away, but could not find the words to protest. The evidence was pretty overwhelming. "This, on the other hand," she said reaching out to grab his cock, "still belongs to me. You fuck me, and only me, where I want, how I want, and when I want. Unless I decide otherwise." She let the words sink in for a bit. Thomas remained silent and seemed to be lost in thought. She put her free hand under his chin and forced him to meet her eyes. "What do you say, slut?" she said. "Is it my way, or the highway?" He hesitated, but only for a moment. "Your way," he said finally. "Good boy," she said. "But I think I need you to prove your obedience to me right away to be sure we understand each other." "Oh?" he said, arching his eyebrows. "That's right. I believe I feel like another good fuck tonight. I'm going to untie you, and you're going to get down on your knees and eat my pussy. Then, when I decide I've had enough of that, I'm going to tie your ass to that bed and fuck the shit out of you. Doesn't that sound like a good idea?" "Yes Mistress," Thomas said quietly, meaning it. "Oh and Thomas," she said with another wicked grin, "Happy Birthday darling."
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