My Red Latex Mistress

"I need more stimulation."

She stood beside the bed and reached behind her neck under the severe collar and unzipped the bodysuit. She slowly but surely removed the arms and her white skin glowed in the soft lamplight. She lowered the rubber to her hips toward her obviously soaked pussy. She slid her legs out of the rest and her shoes came off as well. She was substantially shorter, and her white body was hot and inviting. Her pussy was shiny with moisture. I was reminded however of her position by the red steel ringed collar. She climbed naked up onto the bed once more and straddled my face once more.

Her slick moist pussy was delicious. I buried my restrained mouth in it. She ground her sex into my mouth and her wet anus into my nose. I licked for all I was worth. I didn't care if she killed me. I was intent on devouring her pussy through that ring. My arms and legs were exhausted from their restraint, but I persisted.

I licked every last trace of juice from her pussy, and managed to suck her clit through the ring. She was grinding furiously into my mouth. She came suddenly, gripping my head between her feet. She mashed her sex into my face with all her weight, and her pussy oozed sex juice. I was suffocating and didn't care. I pressed my mouth and nose up into her, licking and sucking with my fading conciousness. She bucked and rolled with reckless abandon. I stole breaths when I could but I was more intent on eating her. After several minutes she began to slow. I continued to ever so lightly suck her clit as my vision was growing dark, and she lifted her pussy from my face enough so I could breathe. After several minutes of licking gently while she recovered from her orgasm she got off my face.

She looked exhausted. She retrieved her wine and drank. She turned around so that she was facing me, straddling my chest.

"After your exertion you must be thirsty." She said between gulps of wine.

Her tone was strange. Almost controlled anger but not, and there was something smug about her mouth. Her skin was flushed and she was covered in sweat and I was at a loss for reading her emotions. The suggestion that I was thirsty was accurate though. Confusion must have been plain on my face.

She began to maneuver her pussy over my mouth and my mind recoiled at the realization of what she intended to do. Her knees locked onto my head as her pussy angled up to the ring hole. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers as I began to protest that this would not happen in unintelligible language through the gag but then I realized that she fully intended to do it regardless of my position on the matter. The only thing for it was to accept what was about to happen! She decided she was in position and said tenderly

"Drink, slave."

Her warm urine gushed into my mouth and I swallowed. Through shock and horror I swallowed again and again. It was difficult to swallow through the ring gag but it was that or choke. She delicately kept the flow slow and I drank her urine. It tasted salty and bitter and slightly metallic. I was horrified. We had never talked about this. This was way out of the bounds of our sexual relationship and I would not have agreed to it even if she had asked. All that aside, it wasn't that bad. Far less distasteful than I could have imagined and also strangely liberating.

"Lick me clean, slave." She murmered.

And I did. Thinking about it, I was humiliated. I drank piss. A woman made me drink her piss. It was somewhere I knew I could never return from. A knowledge I couldn't un-know. At the same time I felt somehow closer to her. We shared something (well, she shared with me) that was wrong. Drinking pee is wrong. I know that. But it was now something we had done together.

Looking into her eyes, at her face, I knew she felt the same way. That somehow, accepting her pee, I was accepting her. Wife. Mistress. Whatever she was. She took a mouthful of wine and lowered her face to mine. Her face was flushed and her eyes wide and soft. She placed her lips over mine this time, and not through the ring, and slowly let warm wine from her mouth dribble into mine. Again I was elated. The wine was incredible. She pulled away as I swallowed and took another pull from the glass, and returned to my lips. I drank thirstily of the warm pre-tasted wine, happy to have something to rinse the urine down with. She pulled away again, and set the wine glass back on the nightstand. She turned to me and said,

"Since your performance was so pleasing, I will honor you above any slave. I am going to release you from your manacles and allow you to satisfy yourself. This is a sacred honor not to be taken lightly, and only given to the most obedient and respectful slave. You will do this by fucking my pussy. I expect you to do as you would with a common slave woman. You will fuck your Mistress like she is a common slave girl, and shoot your dirty slave seed into her pristine pussy."

I was more than eager and perfectly ready to carry out her fantasy as my own even before the invitation. She began to unbuckle my right wrist, and the second it was free I moved to unbuckle my left. She smiled and started on my right foot. I moved to unbuckle my left and she started on the gag. I was relieved at being set free. My wrists and ankles ached, and my mouth was numb. I still managed to say

"Thank you, Mistress."

It came out sounding funny but she nodded. She tossed the gag aside and grabbed the crop lying beside me and told me to move over. I complied with an affirmative, and she lay on her back where I had lain, and spread her legs. She said,

"Lubricate my pussy, and then you may begin to satisfy your needs slave."

I immediately said, "Yes Mistress" and reached for the flip-top bottle of lube.

I opened the top, and squeezed some of the liquid out onto my palm. It was very slippery. I massaged it into her pussy. I had poured too much, and a lot of the liquid spilled onto the latex sheet. It became slick under her ass. I rubbed my fingers down the cleft of her ass over her anus with lube under the pretext of catching the spill. She glared at me. I pulled my hand out, and moved to kneel between her legs. She lay back and looked at the ceiling and sighed.

I pulled the top sheet over my shoulders and mounted her. My cock slipped into her pussy with ease and I buried it all the way. I could have come instantly, on the first instroke, but fought it off with fierce prejudice. This was not going to be over quickly. I held the latex sheet over my back and around the both of us, and she began to raise her hips to meet mine as I pumped my engorged cock into her little bare pussy. I thrust in time with her and she met me in perfect sync. She was becoming entranced just as I was.

I pumped and ground my cock into her, and her pussy stretched and caressed. After what seemed like an hour (but was probably ten minutes) I could hold back orgasm no longer. The dinner, the latex, the role play, the lube, everything leading up to this was an avalanche of sexual excitement that my willpower could no longer hold at bay. My cock ached and throbbed. She snaked her hands around behind me and with one kung-fu grip on my left buttock and the other with nails digging into my back she came forcefully. I felt her snug little slippery pussy contract around my cock and knew at that instant I was done.

She screamed at me. "Come in my pussy you fucking slave! Come in my pussy!" And come I did. I shot a huge load, as deep into her little pussy as I could pump my cock. My very essence I pumped into her. I felt it squirt out as I filled her puss and continued to pump. She continued to press my cock into her with her ankles on my buttocks.

She finished her orgasm as I did. I lay on top of her resting on my elbows, my cock throbbing inside her.

Chapter Seven-A Change of Pace

She grabbed me by the hair on either side of my head and said,

"Now that you're finished, you may clean me."

I moved to get up, and she forced my head down toward her pussy. I balked at her cum soaked slit, and she wore a look of outrage.

"Where do you think you are going? Lick it clean! Inside and out, and don't miss anything! You don't think I am going to bed with a pussy full of slave cum, do you?"

She forced my head toward her pussy, and before I could gain leverage or respond, my mouth was pressed into my semen. It was indeed strange. I began to lick up the gooey mess. I swallowed reluctantly at first. It was odd in flavor and texture but not necessarily bad.

I began to lap up the mess with vigor. When I finished licking her pussy lips clean and everything around it, I delved into her slit. I began sucking at her hole, and I knew the instant she did it, what she was doing. She bore down with her abdomen, and forced the semen pooled in her pussy out. A surprisingly large glut of pussy juice, lube, and semen came up her hole and I sucked it into my mouth. It was thick, and funky, and I swallowed it immediately.

I sucked at her hole for more but got very little. I forced my tongue deep inside her, and licked her out as thoroughly as possible. To my astonishment, my mistress grabbed at my legs, and pulled them over toward her head. She lifted her head up and began to suck my cock clean. She licked every shaven inch of my penis, and scrotum, applying gentle suction to my balls. I continued to search for more of the semen. I realized there was plenty more that had seeped down toward her anus.

I began licking down around her anus. She gasped, and stopped licking my scrotum. She released me so that I could get a better angle on her ass. I adjusted my body and lifted put my arms under her legs. I then pushed them up toward her abdomen, with my body between them. Her pussy and anus came off the bed and presented themselves to my palate. I began licking around her anus once more. She moaned with pleasure. I slid my tongue over her puckered sphincter, and pressed in on it. It did not yield.

A little surprisingly, my cock expressed some life. I ran my tongue down the cleft of her ass, and quickly cleaned up the remainder of our mess even licking it off the sheet. I made my way quickly back to her asshole, and began to press my tongue in once more. Her puckered anus began to yield, and being concerned about the hygiene of my actions, I didn't push in very far. She gripped my hard penis hovering over her face. I continued for a few more moments and then she stopped me with a hard grip on my cock.

She said, "You will fuck me in the ass, slave."

I paused, stunned.

"Now slave! Lube up your cock and get to work."

She pushed me off and went for the nightstand. She grabbed the lube and thrust it at me. Then she grabbed a small shiny gold egg shaped device with a cord coming out of one end, connected to a control pad.

"Yes Mistress." I intoned in total wonder.

I had never done anything of the sort before. Do I do it like on those XXX flicks? My wife had never asked for such unorthodox practice before. Apparently Mistress was different. All I could do was lube up my cock and do as I was told. The prospect of stuffing her bunghole with my cock was extremely exciting. The notion was barbaric. I felt like an animal. Her device was obviously a vibrator. She was poised with her tiny ass in front of me. My cock was lubed up and I slid my lubed hand into her ass-crack. She grunted, and said in a commanding tone,

"Get busy and stop stalling. Ream it good slave."

I was appalled. I was however determined to enjoy this every bit as much as I could. She obviously wanted to be fucked in the ass, and she wanted to be fucked ruthlessly. I replied with deliberateness

"Yes my Mistress."

She lay on one elbow with her knees spread and anus prominently displayed high. Her free hand was holding the egg, and the other held the controller. She switched it on, and held the egg to her clit. I guided my cock up to her anus, and pressed gently. She pushed herself back into it roughly. I was stunned, I figured such a maneuver would kill someone not used to doing it, but apparently she had been preparing for this occasion for some time, perhaps she had prepared her anus as well. I took that as my cue.

Her anus taut around my cock, I began to thrust into her deeply. She encouraged me, grunting when I came to the hilt. I was thrilled at this new sensation. Her rectum felt wonderful. I began to do exactly as she had commanded. I reamed her ass with abandon. I jammed my cock in to the music of her panting,

"Fuck my ass. Fuck it! Fuck my ass you slave."

Her asshole squeezed my cock when she came. I blew another large load of thick semen, this time into her rectum. I came hard. I thrust my cock deep as her asshole puckered around my member, gripping it, milking it for every last drop of semen. She screamed the entire time. I mean she really screamed. She reached between her legs and grabbed my scrotum and balls, and pulled me toward her as if I could go deeper. I held her hips and mashed myself into her. When she finished cumming, she said in an exhausted voice,

"There is a cum towel on the night stand, grab it and clean us up."

I replied shakily, "Yes Mistress."

I reached for the towel and held it under my penis as I withdrew from her anus. Cleaning up was almost unnecessary. My cock came out wet but clean. My load would apparently stay in her rectum. I was amazed at the idea of her going about her business with my semen in her ass. A stray thought of her shopping her way through the grocery store with my sperm-load lubricating her rectum and pooling on her sphincter went through my mind like a whip crack, but I tucked the fantasy away for another time.

I wiped her down and then myself. She collapsed on the bed when I had finished. She switched off the egg, and threw it on the floor. I put the towel aside, and she said

"Turn out the lights and come to bed slave."

I flipped the switch over the headboard, and said

"Yes Mistress."

I pulled the slick latex sheet over us and lay back. I adjusted a pillow under my head and lay on my back. She scooted over and rested her head on my upper arm, as she lay on her side and put her arm around me. She still wore the snug red collar, but she appeared not even notice it. She reached up and pulled the hair tie out of her hair, and shook and pulled out her braid. She rested her arm back up on my chest hugging me gently.

"I love you slave." She said.

I answered, "I love you Mistress."

Chapter Eight-Birdsong

"Honey, wake up."

My wife spoke lightly in my ear. She was laying beside me on top of the covers running her fingers through my hair while she spoke softly to me. My eyes were still closed but I could tell she had been up. She had taken a shower and used that honeysuckle scented soap that I simply love. I cracked my eyes open and looked up into her beautiful heart-shaped face, and smiled. She was an angel.

Her damp hair was wrapped in a towel and she was in her blue bathrobe. I became aware of my body, stuck between black latex sheets. It was a funky feeling to wake up to. I felt really nasty, but it felt good. Even so, I couldn't wait to get a shower and refresh myself. I also felt a strong desire to urinate. She smiled back at me, and said

"Good morning sleepy head."

My reply was slow, "Mmmmm, good morning. You're beautiful."

Her cheeks colored. Her eyebrows scrunched up, and her eyes got watery and she kissed me. I was immediately aware my slimy mouth, but she spared my dignity with a lip kiss. It was a smooth warm kiss, and even brief. She pulled away, and said,

"I left you some hot water."

"Thank you, I am in desperate need of a shower."

I moved to rise, and she assisted me by pulling back the covers and observing my nakidity. I stood up and stretched in the bright sunshiny room and immediately realized that I was just as shaven this morning as I had been last night. I looked down at myself in surprise first, and then a little shock. I ran a hand down to my half erect penis and covered it up. I looked over onto the bed and she was sitting there admiring my shaven legs grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey naked boy." She said with an evil little grin.

I was at a loss. I remembered that exposed feeling from the night before and everything that had happened hit home. I drank her piss! I was shocked, and must have looked it. I began to walk toward the bathroom, returning her smile hesitantly, while playing over in my mind everything from the night before. She moved from the bed quite quickly, obviously pursuing me. I hurried my steps unsure of what she was thinking. She did not appear to have an evil red crop handy. I scurried toward the bathroom holding my hands over my genitals. She raced up behind me and swatted me on the ass as I turned the corner into the bathroom. She was laughing, and I found myself infected with it too. She stood in the doorway as I turned on the shower, and she said,

"Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes. There's a fresh blade in your razor by the way, just in case you felt the need to get rid of any stubble."

She smiled in a knowing way that suggested I should use the razor. Then she was gone in a flash. My marriage was never going to be the same.