Whatever He Wants

This story was written in collaboration with an on-line female friend and incorporates both male and female points of view. I think that having both inputs makes a story more realistic and more exciting, and I would welcome other collaborators.

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At dusk, he begins to prepare me for what lies ahead of us tonight. He bathes me first. I kneel in the steamy, lavender-scented bath water, facing him. He smooths liquid soap over my body, into every hollow and over every curve, relaxing me completely, makes my skin glow.

He tells me to lie back so he can coat my pussy with soft white shaving cream. The tub is long and deep, and he puts a rubber pillow under my ass to raise my hips for easy access. Then he delicately shaves me completely bare.

He smiles seeing my clit swell from the contact, but does not touch me there--not yet. He runs his hands up and down my legs. They are already silky and smooth. Next he tells me to turn over, get on my hands and knees and kneel on the rubber cushion, and he gently shaves the soft back folds of my pussy lips, and up toward and around my asshole.

I am twitching and softly moaning. This seems to encourage him, as he squeezes lavender bath gel onto his hands and runs them over my butt cheeks. Then he gently pushes his foam-coated thumb into my asshole. I gasp. He moves his thumb in and out, making sure that I'm clean, opening me wide. I surrender to him.

After my bath, I sit on the edge of our bed. He brushes my hair with a wooden-backed hairbrush, the same one he uses to spank me. The long, slow strokes make the silver-blond strands shine. My hair feels soft against my bare shoulders.

He tells me to lean back and sprays my warm, naked body with vanilla perfume. The delicious mist dampens the undersides of my heavy breasts, and the soft skin of my inner thighs.

"Stand up," he orders, and I rise, waiting for whatever he wants to do to me next. I am completely under his spell and terribly excited, hoping that he will touch me where I am aching for him.

Instead, he positions me in the middle of the room and begins to dress me in the clothes he has chosen. First he picks up my sheer black open-tip bra, the one that almost completely exposes my breasts, pushing them upward and making my nipples protrude.

He leans down and draws my large, already-erect nipples into his mouth and gently bites and sucks them until they are almost incredibly engorged, distended. Gently he attaches a tiny silver tweezer clamp to each nipple, making me gasp with pleasure. A delicate silver chain connects the two clamps, stretching between my breasts. It doesn't hurt, just makes me instantly, completely aware of my breasts. Instinctively I arch my back. My breasts feel beautiful, my nipples like precious jewels.

Smiling he tugs on the chain, then gives it a couple of sharp jerks. My mouth opens in a silent scream. It hurts, but also drives me wild.

"You are mine, you know," he says. "Are you going to obey me tonight?"

"Yes sir," is my quick response.

He slips my transparent black shirt, the one with the scarlet stitching, over my head. It is far too tight, and my breasts push out provocatively against the thin material. My nipples, stimulated by the clamps, seem to threaten to pierce through the fabric. Every time I move, my breasts shift heavily. The silver chain glitters under the black mesh.

Now he reaches for my butterfly thong. I am already so wet that before he pulls the gorgeous black and turquoise panties up to my ass, he stops to blot my soaking pussy with a black silk scarf. The material is cool and exquisitely soft. He slowly drags it between my legs and up to my mouth, letting me breathe in my own hot smell of jasmine and vanilla and sandalwood. The cool, damp silk caresses my cheek. I lick it with the very tip of my tongue, tasting my own bitter sweetness.

He winds the scarf around my neck, then pulls the panties up over my ass and hips. He takes a long time to position the straps perfectly, the horizontal one across the small of my back, the vertical one straight and tight and deep in the crack of my ass. Testing his work, he gently parts the split crotch of the panties to expose the rose-pink of my pussy lips. They look like the petals of a rain-glazed flower.

The skirt he has chosen is also black. It's a straight skirt, tight, made of a stretchy, clingy fabric. He has shortened it so that instead of reaching just below my knees, as it used to, it barely grazes the tops of my thighs. The skirt is so tight over my rounded ass that the straps of the thong are visible.

The high black heels that he slips onto my feet make my legs feel longer, sexier and stronger. They make me arch my back, pushing my ass outward to mirror and balance my jutting breasts.

As a finishing touch, he unwinds the silk scarf from my neck and uses it, still rich with the smell of my hot, wet pussy, to blindfold me. He tells me that we are going somewhere that I've never been, but that I should not be nervous or afraid, he has been there before and everything is arranged. He tells me that there is someone waiting there for me, someone he has chosen especially for me--someone who will fulfill all the demands of my imagination. He asks me if I trust him. He kisses me when I nod.

He supports me as we walk outside into the balmy night. His arm is warm and strong around my waist. I might as well be blind, but I'm not afraid of falling. I hear him unlock the car door and expect him to guide me into the front passenger seat. Instead, he opens up the back door on that side and helps me to climb inside.

With his strong hands he positions me on my knees facing the rear of the car. My stomach is pressed against the back of the seat and my breasts are resting on top of the seat back, but with my hips cocked backward so that there is no contact between my pussy and the seat back. He tells me to stretch my arms out and grasp the edges of the seat back, and not to let go until he gives me permission. I silently obey. I have to part my thighs a little for stability, stretching the skirt even tighter over my ass. I think he is about to get out of the car and into the front seat—the back door is still open, and the light from the street lamp is shining in--but he surprises me but yanking up my skirt, revealing the bare smooth curves of my ass, and giving me several sharp, hard spanks. The pain is shocking, intense, spreading out from the point of contact. Heat spreads over my ass, and I know that it's turning pink, then red, starting to glow. I hold my breath and wait.

Just as I begin to relax, he smacks me again, hard, over and over, so many times that I lose count. He slaps the undersides of my butt cheeks and the tender flesh of my inner thighs, sometimes hitting my pussy as he spanks me. It hurts so much that tears spring to my eyes and I start to ask him to stop, but I keep quiet. "That's so you won't forgot who you belong to," he whispers.

He is still for a minute, listening to my ragged breathing and stifled sobs, until he is satisfied that I have submitted completely. Then I hear him opening something, a case of some kind, fastened with metal clasps. A moment later, he is spreading my ass cheeks apart with one hand, revealing the little pink rosebud of my asshole.

Leaning down, he flicks his tongue over the tiny opening, darting it inside just for a moment. Then, still holding me open with his fingers, he slides something else inside. It feels like our silver bullet, smooth and metallic, but it's much longer and thicker. It fills me up inside. A cord dangles out of my asshole like a little tail, weighted down by a control.

He presses a button and the plug in my ass begins to vibrate deep inside me, gently at first but harder and faster as he adjusts the setting. My thighs start to tremble and I have to restrain myself from grinding my pussy against the back of the seat. He knows I want to and grips my hips, holding me back.

"Do not let your pussy get anywhere near the back of that seat or when I get done with you, you won't be able to sit down for a week. I'm warning you." His voice is firm, hard. "Be a good girl for me. Just wait until we get there."

It's all I can do to control myself, but I arch my back and I hold my ass as far away from the seat as I can. I can feel my cream running down my thighs. He slaps my ass again, hard, as a warning, then kisses me sweetly. He gets out of the back seat and closes the door, then gets in front and starts to drive.

We drive for what seems like a long time. The CD he made for our wedding is playing. The vibrator churns in my asshole, making me shake. My thighs ache with the effort of holding still. My breasts feel swollen, huge, propped on the back of the seat, bouncing with the movement of the car. I open my eyes beneath the blindfold and see only soft, velvety blackness. My eyelashes brush against the silk. I close my eyes and the silk kisses my eyelids.

How have I gotten to this place, I wonder. Here I am in this humiliating position, doing whatever this man wants me to, and loving it. I remember the first time I felt the excitement of submission. The older boy next door had tied me up in the tent in his backyard. I must have been only twelve or thirteen, but my breasts had started to swell, and I had a light fuzz on my pussy. My older friend told me we were going to play pirate and captive, and that he was going to be the pirate examining his prize. And examine me he did. When I resisted, he pulled down my shorts and spanked me until I agreed to let him do whatever he wanted. The pleasurable feelings that I got from that surrender have been addictive. My present lover is only one in a series of men who recognized my needs and guided me to serve them.

I feel the car going up a steep drive, then stop. I hear an automatic garage door open, and our car slowly moves forward, then is still. I can hear the door quietly glide closed behind us.

He gets out of the car, closing the door behind him. I can hear him speaking to someone--a woman, but one with a very deep, husky, smoky voice. I can't tell what they are saying. In a few minutes, the door next to me is opened and a female body, warm and soft, slides in next to me. I can feel that she's sitting very close, her legs folded under her, examining me. She's so close I can feel her breath and the heat from her body. She smells like orchids.

I sense that he is standing just outside the open door, watching us. I stay perfectly still, as I was told to, my arms stretched out across the back of the seat and my ass curved outward, like a good girl.

Her voice is harsh, almost guttural. "Perfect," she says. And then, "May I?"

He must have nodded to her, because suddenly she is behind me on the seat, straddling my legs, her plush thighs gripping mine. I can tell that she is completely naked except for a long, filmy robe, open all the way down the front.

She is a large woman, much taller and more substantial than I am, but her flesh is very firm. Her tits are huge and hard, much larger than mine, and they push aggressively into my back. She uses both hands to lift up my hair, kisses the back of my neck. When she licks my nape with her rough, kitten-like tongue, a chill runs down my spine

She reaches around and cups my breasts, kneading the pliant flesh hard, pinching the clamps on my nipples so that I cry out. She laughs softly.

Enjoying my helplessness, she grinds her lush hips hard against my ass. I can feel her hot pussy, covered with damp, softly curling hair, against my ass cheeks. I push back, wanting to let her take control, but determined not to disobey him by letting my pussy make contact with the seat.

She pulls my skirt up even farther and twists her fingers into the straps of my thong, pulling it tighter and deeper into my ass. With her other hand she turns the switch on the ass plug, making the vibrations even stronger, and my hips begin to shake uncontrollably.

I moan and, bucking hard against the seat back, have a strong, spiraling, seemingly endless orgasm, wave after wave. "Good girl," she says.

As I start to come down, she pulls my head back to kiss me deeply, her soft tongue probing into my mouth. Gently she pulls off the blindfold, all the while keeping her lips pressed firmly against mine. Her eyes are dark brown, wide, fringed with thick black lashes. I see that her left eyebrow is pierced with a tiny silver stud that glints in the dim light.

Finally she pulls away, and together they help me out of the car. In spite of the intense orgasm I have just had, I am still in a very aroused state as I stand between them in the garage. He smiles and tells me that I am a good girl for lasting so long. He says he wanted his friend to have the pleasure of pushing me over the top.

She has pulled her robe closed over her body, but it is very thin, and I can see her lush curves and hard nipples. Her eyes are appraising me, moving frankly up and down my body, as if she is picking out ripe fruit in a market. I can sense her strength and her hunger.

"Stand up straight," he says. "I want her to appreciate your beauty. You will belong to her tonight."

I straighten my back. The high heels make my body curve like a bow, pushing out my pelvis.

"Shoulders back." He stands behind me and pulls my upper arms back. My breasts strain against the skimpy bra and the mesh shirt. She watches, and licks her lips suggestively.

Then she steps forward so that my thrust-forward body is just touching her. She is taller, and I have to raise my head to look at her face. Her hand comes up under my chin to hold my head in position as she looks deep into my eyes. I suck in a big breath. He is still holding my arms.

After a long moment, she seems satisfied that she has established her dominance. "Let's take her into the living room," she says.

We walk through a hall into a large, comfortable looking room. The floor is covered wall to wall with a clean, plush white carpet. There are six or more stuffed chairs and several couches, all facing an open area containing nothing but a sturdy wooden coffee table. It reminds me of a set up for a discussion group. But then, given the sexuality of this woman, I realize that it is a perfect arrangement for a group of people to watch some kind of show. I wonder if I am going to be the show.

He leads me to the center of the open area and then withdraws to sit in one of the big chairs. She walks over to a side table and begins to light sticks of incense. A stringent, pleasant odor begins to drift through the room. There are several light switches beside the table, and she adjusts one so that the open area is bathed in light from overhead, while the chairs and the rest of the room are in shadow. She turns another switch, and rhythmic Asian music softly begins to play.

She approaches me. I tremble slightly, not knowing what to expect. Suddenly I am aware again of the vibrator in my ass. She had turned it off after my orgasm in the car, but I know it is there, waiting.

Her fingers play across my shirt, toying with the chain linking my nipples. I feel the pull and let out a little gasp. "These have been on for quite a while," she says. "They must be hurting you. Would you like me to take them off?"

I am on fire. Whatever she wants is all right with me. I nod.

The mesh shirt is pulled out of my skirt and slowly edged up over my breasts. The shirt is tight and she takes her time.

"Raise your arms over your head," she says. "And leave them there."

I do as she says, and the shirt comes off. With my hands in the air, my breasts, still shaped by the bra, are raised for her inspection. But instead of touching them, she takes my head in her hands and guides my lips to hers. At the same time she pulls me into her so that my breasts are against hers. She probes my mouth with her tongue while she twists her body against me, dragging the chain with its clamps. It is, as the poets say, "exquisite agony."

Finally she steps back and removes the clamps from my nipples. The blood rushes in, making me cry out. She laughs and walks away, going toward the chair where he is sitting, watching.

She sits on his lap. "What a nice present you brought me," she says to him. He responds by sliding his hand inside her robe and squeezing her breast. I stand on my ridiculously high heels in the lighted area, naked from the waist up, my hands still over my head, humiliated.

"Ummm," she says. "Tell her to do a little dance for us while she takes off her bra and skirt."

He says simply, "Do as she says. Do whatever she says."

I begin to sway with the music, wanting to tease them the way they have been teasing me. My hips rotate as I dance slowly toward them. He keeps his eyes on me, while continuing to fondle her under her robe. She is moaning softly.

When I am directly in front of them, I reach behind me and unclasp the bra. It seems to pop off of my swollen breasts and slides down my arms. Then I unzip the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Now all that is covering me is the oh so sexy thong with the inviting flaps. She reaches forward and grabs one of the straps, pulling me closer.

"Let's see what we have here," she says, and she opens the flap with the tip of one finger. I am very wet and aching for her to touch me. But all she does is lean down and blow a stream of hot, moist air on my pussy. When I push myself toward her mouth, she laughs and pulls back.

The motion has opened her robe completely, and both he and I can see all of her lush body. He watches me while he lowers a hand to cover her pussy.

"Dance some more for us," she says.

I am on display while she is enjoying being fingered by my man. But I do as she says and dance for them. The music is perfect for rhythmic, seductive movements. When I go near them again she sits up and puts her hands on my hips, pulling me in between her spread legs. As I stand there slowly undulating to the music, she slips two fingers between the flaps of my thong onto my hot pussy. With her other hand, she reaches behind me and turns on the vibrator still in my ass.

I gasp. Front and back I am being stimulated beyond my ability to hold anything back. She senses that I am on the verge of coming again, and she encourages it by lightly stroking my clit with her wet finger. The orgasm shakes me to the core. I shout out my pleasure and shift my weight from foot to foot, barely able to keep standing.

He urges me on, telling me to surrender. Finally I collapse on the floor in front of them. I am their toy and will do whatever they want.

"Let's get the ropes," she says.