I'll Do You, You Do Me Ch. 01

Many thanks to my editor Redwings for the capable help!

Chapter One - The Woman in Charge (a tale of anal exploration)

"There are four buckles," she said. "See? You can count them. I'll tell you where they go and how they work together. Or maybe you should tell me."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I know you've been practicing putting on this gag without my supervision and permission. Am I right?"

He was silent.

"Am I right?' Answer me!"

"Yes ma'am," he said quietly, not looking at her.

"I thought so. I want to make sure you know what I'm doing while I put this on you. I want you to feel and touch each buckle and strap as I draw them tight. I will guide your hands as I work. The gag is needed for exploring. I believe we discussed this."

She pressed the ball down between her breasts and idly played with the harness.

"Exploring where?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer. He knew the arrangements. They'd discussed it. It wasn't just fantasy now. It was about to happen for real. He was beginning to have second thoughts.

He knew what they were going to do, and had agreed to go first. On the luck of the draw.

He looked her over, from head to toe. She exuded sex.

"The time for discussion is over. I did not ask you to interrupt, but I'll answer. You know very well where I'm exploring. You know how I'm going to go there. You know you need to prepare me for the journey. You see I'm dressed for it."

Tall leather boots reached to her knees. Black nylons caressed her legs. A black leather skirt reached to mid-thigh.

Underneath, he knew, a sexy garter belt held the nylons. It was probably leather too, like the rest of her outfit.

A sexy black bra cupped and caressed her full breasts and a short leather bolero jacket adorned her shoulders, complimenting her bra and calling attention to her breasts. He thought she was at least a 38D.

He wanted to touch, to feel, to caress, to suck on those magnificent breasts.

Her leather gloves, he knew, extended half way up her forearm, and she wore a Catwoman-style hood over her head and eyes.

The whole effect was powerfully erotic. For both of them.

"Back to the gag." She squeezed her breasts together against the ball. "Are you going to interrupt again?"

"No, ma'am," he answered.

"That's a good boy. Pretty soon you won't be able to," she said.

She laughed and lightly slapped his face and pushed his head back. "I'm going to fuck your ass."

That was the first time either one of them had either spoken or heard the words from the other.

"My ass?"

"You know that. We talked about it. You're going first. Now shut the fuck up and pay attention. Oh, it will be a pleasure to put this on you. Then you won't be able to interrupt me. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered.

She gripped his lower jaw in her gloved hands and squeezed. She leaned in to kiss him.

"Very good. Oh, I love your cute expression. You'll look so hot in this gag."

She lightly slapped him again and took the gag out from between her breasts, dangling it from one gloved finger.

"Now show me the buckles and straps. Tell me where each one goes. Maybe tell me what each one does. I know you know, because you tried it on by yourself, didn't you."

"Yes, ma'am. This is the ball. It goes in my mouth, ma'am." The ball was still warm from the body heat, of her breasts.

"I didn't tell you to start with the ball, but I like it. I want to see it in your mouth. Continue."

"Yes ma'am. These two straps buckle at the back of the neck and pull the ball in."

"How far? Deep?"

"As deep as you want." His hands were trembling now.

"Excellent. And it will be as tight as I can get it. Go on."

He took the next strap of the harness. "Yes ma'am. This one goes over the head and centers on the neck strap. Here's another buckle. It tightens the top strap on the neck strap, and pulls the ball up. It makes a triangle, centered on my forehead." Oh, how he wanted to fuck her.

"How far?" she asked.

"As far as you want, ma'am."

"Very good. That one will be as tight as possible, too. Go on."

"This is the last strap, ma'am. It goes under the chin, against the neck, and pulls the ball and the top strap down."

"Nicely done," she said. "I see you've put some thought into this. How tight should it be, do you think?"

"I think it's all designed so I can't spit it out once you have it on me and all tightened up, ma'am. So, as tight as you think it should be, ma'am."

"Good answer," she said. "Open your mouth."

She forced the ball into his open mouth; it seemed as though he'd been waiting for it.

"If you are particularly good and receive this well, you may be allowed some adventures of your own in deepest darkest Africa. But, first, I'm the explorer."

The gag went on exactly as he described. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking her over, wondering how this was going to go. He took in the whole picture, from her boots to her mysterious Catwoman mask. He tilted his head forward to allow her easier reach as she drew the straps tight.

The ball was in deep, his cock was rock hard, and he could feel his pulse throbbing in it.

He had an idea what was going to happen next, but it was indistinct. He touched his cock as she buckled the chin strap.

"No no no," she said in a stern voice. "You will not touch yourself." If you're good, though, I'll give you a nice nobber when we're done."

She took his face in both hands, caressing his cheeks, following the straps that held the ball firmly in place, pulling on one and then another. "I'm hot," she declared, standing up straight. "It's time for you to get me ready. Take off my skirt."

He carefully drew down the zipper and eased the skirt over her ass. Gently, he took her leather-clad ankles and guided her feet as she stepped out of it. Sure enough, she wore a leather garter belt.

"Now for the piéce de resistance," she said, and picked up the strap-on that lay beside him on the bed.

She turned it over in her hands, examining the buckles and the way the dildo was fixed in the harness.

He watched her gloved hands moving over the realistic pink cock, and wondered what this was going to feel like.

"This is interesting," she said. "Multiple straps and buckles, much like your gag." She emphasized the last word. "What do you think of that? Oh I forgot, you can't talk." She mocked him and slapped each cheek with the fake dong. "Do you think you can figure this out, my little butt slut?"

He looked at it, trying to imagine how she would wear it, what it would look like. There were three leather straps: one long and wide, and two more, shorter and narrower. The straps all met in a triangle of leather at the base of the fake cock.

"Mm-hmm," he answered through the gag. The wider one was apparently the waist strap, and the two narrower ones, for the legs. He loosened the buckles and guided the harness onto her body.

"Pull them good and tight," she hissed. "I don't want this thing to slip while I'm fucking you."

Again, the bald, bare-faced statement of what was about to happen.

Obediently, he pulled the straps tight. She moaned as he drew the leg straps tight around the top of her thighs. "Yeah baby," she whispered. "Just like that. Get your mistress all ready so she can fuck you good and hard and deep."

The cock was in place. "Jerk it," she ordered.

He took the cock in his hand and began to stroke it up and down.

"I'm not impressed," she said. "I think it goes more like this." She gripped the cock in one hand and vigorously started stroking it. With her other hand she pulled his face in close to the rubber cock. "Ooh yeah. I really do think this is how you do it."

He whimpered.

"Aw, whatsa matter, butt-boy? Afraid of a little pleasure? Afraid of a little penetration? Afraid you might like it?"

He didn't know what he thought, although, oddly enough, he did want to feel the thing up his ass, as far as it would go.

"It's time."

She turned to the dresser and picked up a large bottle of lubricant and a condom. She rolled the condom over the fake cock. "Condoms go with sex toys," she said. "Keeps them cleaner," she added in explanation.

"Now oil me up, my little butt-bitch," she whispered.

He took the bottle and squirted a large glob of lube on the dildo. He worked it all around until the excess was actually dripping off the end.

"Now do yourself," she ordered.

He did as he was told, and worked some more of it up inside him. When he finished, he wiped his hands on the towel he sat on.

"Very good," she said. "Now give me your hands."

He held his hands up in front of him, wrists together and palms inward. He knew what was coming. Why ever they thought this would be a good idea was beyond him now.

He watched her as she turned to the dresser again. His heart beat stronger and his cock ached as he watched her turn back

His gaze was riveted on the black steel cuffs she held in her gloved hands.

She snapped them in place and stood in front of him, moving her hips to make her strap-on bob up and down. She cupped her breasts in her gloved hands.

"Look at me. Look at my cock. Think how it's going to feel when I invade your ass." She caressed her breasts. "Watch me while I do you."

"Lay back and spread your legs," she whispered. "Time to explore the Deepest Darkest."

She brought the cock up to his asshole and pressed against it. "Knock knock," she said, laughing. "I want to come in." She increased the pressure, and he felt his asshole begin to stretch. Any moment now...

She felt his asshole push back against the phallus. He felt his asshole begin to relax and stretch.

Then, with a pop, it was in.

She felt the thrill of first penetration as she went deeper. He felt violated, but hungry for more. He looked into her Catwoman eyes as she pressed forward.

She concentrated on the increasing pressure on her clit and the fantastic look of the ball gag in his mouth. It made her feel in charge, dominant, powerful.

She continued the forward pressure, backing out slightly when she felt resistance. She didn't want to hurt him, but she did want him to know she was there, and that she wanted to get deeper into him.

"I'm fucking you now," she whispered. Her words were tinged with lust.

"Mm-hmm," he answered through his gag.

"Touch my breasts while I fuck you."

He reached up to her breasts, as much as the handcuffs would allow, and gave each one a gentle squeeze. The handcuffs made it awkward, but he was able to slip his hands inside her bra cups and caress and squeeze her nipples. She withdrew a little and thrust back in, taking him all the way. She gasped at the sensation.

Instead of fucking him in and out, she stayed planted in him and began to grind her hips, getting the most stimulation she could against her clit. She was close to orgasm.

He wondered if this was really what he wanted, but realized it was too late now, She was on top, the strap-on she wore firmly and securely buried in his ass. It surprised him that he had lost his erection, but he noticed that he was still dripping a lot of pre-cum.

She pulled out. "Turn over. Bend over the bed. Stick your ass in the air."

Obediently he moved as directed.

"That's better. I've always been the receiver, never the giver. But never with anal. I think this might be better for exploring." She bent slightly at the knees and forced the rubber cock against his asshole again. This time it went in with little resistance. She drew it out and thrust it back in. And again. And again.

"Oh yeah," she gasped, clearly caught up in the moment. "So this is how it goes. Nice and slow," she said, easing the rubber cock slowly into his rectum. "Or nice and deep." She pulled almost all the way out and then steadily and deliberately pressed herself forward. "Or hard." She pulled out and slammed herself forcefully into him. The force of the thrust slammed against his balls.

He grunted.

"Do you like that?" she asked, her rubber cock fully buried in him.

He nodded his head.

She spanked his ass hard as she thrust into him again. He moaned and raised his ass higher.

"I thought you might like that," she said. She drew out and slapped his ass again. Once more, she thrust hard into him. This time she stayed still.

"I'm about to climax," she said as she started gyrating her hips against the base of the dildo.

He felt every movement she made. He wondered what it would feel like when she came. More gyrations. More inarticulate moaning. More slaps. He realized he wasn't exactly getting any pleasure out of this anymore, but that didn't really matter much now, for some reason.

Suddenly she grabbed the harness of his gag, the strap that went over his head to the base of his neck, and pulled. Hard. He choked at the increased tension as she jerked his head up, but he was more aware of the thrusting in his ass.

"I'm coming!" she squealed. "I'm coming while I'm fucking your ass!"

She thrust deep into him, deeper than before. He felt her hips press against his ass, the base of the dildo against his asshole. She moaned and twisted against his bottom, staying buried in him as deep as she could. She gripped his hips in her gloved hands and pulled him in even closer. Short, sharp thrusts followed.

He noticed he was dripping an enormous amount of pre-cum, but still, he had no erection. Was there something wrong? He heard her breathing change to sharp, punctuated gasps as she rode through her orgasm. The thrusting and twisting continued, but she was slowing down.

She was done in a couple of minutes, and pulled out and rolled to her side, the dildo swaying obscenely in the air.

He rolled to his side to face her, his handcuffed hands still in front of him.

"Wow," was all she said.

He nodded and moved his cuffed hands to his face. "Mm?"

"You want out of all that?" she asked.

He nodded.

"I think we can accommodate that now. I have to say, that was tremendous. I've never experienced anything like it."

Neither had he.

He watched her get up from the bed and then return with the handcuff key. She released him and rubbed his wrists.

"I'll leave the gag to you, I think."

With that, he began removing the gag, first the chin strap, then the neck and slipped it off.

"Fuck," he said. "That was incredible."

They lay silent for a few minutes, gazing into each other's eyes. She still wore her Catwoman mask.

"What happened to your hard on?" she asked.

"I have no idea. But I can tell you, I'm still ready to go," he answered. "If you are."

"Oh, I'm definitely ready to go. But do you want to make another anal experience of exploration, like tonight?"

"I do, but not tonight. I have in mind a slightly different, but I hope equally hot, scenario. For later. Not now."

"Sounds good," she said. "So what's next?"

There was silence for a moment.

"I think you said something about a nobber, didn't you?"

"I did."

They worked on getting her out of the strap-on harness. Once that was done and they had cleaned him up, she sat back on her heels, still wearing everything, from boots to mask, minus the skirt.

"I like to slob a nob while I'm sitting or kneeling and my partner is standing. That ok?"

"That's just fine," he said. He rolled off the bed and stroked his cock. There was nothing wrong. It was growing rapidly.

"I wish you had waited for me to do that," she said.

"Sorry. I'm horny," he said.

"We'll let it go this time." She gripped his rising cock and guided it to her mouth. "Something tells me this isn't going to take long."

"Something tells me you're right," he answered.

He placed his hands on her head and urged her toward him. His cock was swelling to enormous proportions and her mouth was hot and wet. Her Catwoman hood and her jacket, bra and gloves pushed him ever closer to the edge.

She had him almost to the back of her throat, relishing the feeling as she always did. The feeling of a hard cock skiing over her tongue and throbbing in the back of her throat. She knew instinctively what was going to happen next.

She opened her mouth to speak. "Give it to me," she said.

At the same instant he said, "Swallow me."

She opened her throat and did exactly that. She had to hold her breath, but that was ok. Then she'd come off his cock, rest, relax, and catch her breath, and do it again. It rarely took more than four times. This time it was two.

His cock was in her throat, and she could feel it pulsing in his need to come. She came off it one more time. "Come in my mouth," she begged.

She wanted to feel the hot river of semen splash against the back of her tongue and throat, then having him force her to swallow. She gripped his balls with one gloved hand, and pulled him closer to her with the other.

"Here it comes, babe, here it comes!" he groaned.

"Give it to me," she answered.

She took his whole length into her mouth as far as she could and squeezed his balls. She felt his orgasm start; his balls tightened into hard jewels. She caught a quick breath and let it all happen. In an instant he erupted, sending jet after jet of hot man juice into her mouth.

She could feel it splash against the back of her throat like she wanted, but she nearly gagged. Instead, she forced herself to take his offering deep into her throat, swallowed, and reveled in the feeling of the hard pulsing cock in her mouth. He was still coming.

Now, this is a BJ, she thought, as she continued sucking until she was sure she had every last drop. And one of the best in a while.