The Brass Heart

By now, all pretense was gone: she was taking pictures of me. I wanted to ask, anyway, and I started to clear my throat. But Susan stopped me by speaking first: "We wouldn't want another spanking would we? I know you're partial to pink--on me. If you could only see, there's lots of pink in these pictures--should we make it brighter? And yes, I am taking a few pictures of you. Since you brought our new digital camera along for us to do Valentine's pictures for our album, I thought I'd just help myself."

My mind was racing, but I kept the thoughts to myself. Pink Hubby-cheeks. Hmm, not the kind of pictures I had in mind when I packed that camera. She was reading my mind as she often did: "I know you like to take the pictures, and you'd get some great ones too, of this grand old house, our cute tower room and its antique furnishings, and the standard one of us, smiling, on the wraparound porch out front." I could detect a note of sarcasm as she spoke the last few words. I know, I know, I thought to myself. It's a tacky shot, that last one I always had to take "on the porch."

"But trust me my sweets," she continued, "these pictures will record some extra-special memories. They will show my guy with his new Valentine's heart-on in them. And you couldn't have found better photo props for me if you'd tried: the old iron bed and this wonderful walnut Victorian loveseat really inspire me. These carved putti cherubs with flowers around the top--wow! How Valentines-ish can you get?"

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm and obvious excitement. I am a photographer, but when Susan got into taking photos, which wasn't often, she was quite good at it, even without the training. A natural, one might say. I knew I could expect these photographs to be both beautifully composed and highly erotic. I had to admit it excited me, too, to be on the other side of the camera, blindfolded and bound, not knowing what the shots would look like. And the idea of being unable to see them until she was ready to show them to me sent tingles through me.

I was positioned and repositioned on that loveseat as she adjusted her composition to get the shots just right. Mostly she was quiet, concentrating hard. I certainly was, but every so often she chirped as she directed me. "That's nice. Oh, good angle! Oh yeah, right there." I could hear her rustling around, and when she returned she bent over and kissed me, before giving me another nipple pinch. "You've been an excellent slave-model. I've really enjoyed taking these pictures. Now...however...it's time for you to receive your present. I can see that you are about to burst. I've been teasing you all day, so I'm going to let you cum shortly. Or should I say lengthily?"

Again, she pinched each of my nipples very hard.

"Now stand up." My cock was already standing straight up as she helped me to my feet. Susan wrapped her hands around it and led me across the room by tugging at it. I bumped blindly into the back of the large, overstuffed chair. She must have turned it around. I couldn't be that disoriented! She then pushed me over the back of the chair. My arms, hands still handcuffed, dropped down the inside back. "Don't move an inch," she commanded. I could feel my ankles being tied to the back legs of the chair. She came around to the front and pulled a rope--or what certainly felt like a rope--over the chain between the cuffs. It must have been well secured below because I was unable to move them. I couldn't help but wonder what her plans were, now. Susan had obviously put a lot of thought into this. "I adore you," she whispered in my ear. She began kissing my neck, kissing her way down my spine. Because it felt so wonderful, it was a good thing I was tied because my legs were getting weak. Finally she arrived at my bottom. While she licked my cheeks, she slowly began pulling the balls out. "Oh, oh, oh, my," I moaned, as each one popped free. There must have been a few still left in me, because when she stood up, the string still hung there between my legs.

"I think I need a picture of this. What an image, those red balls hanging down," she said, moving around as before. I visualized her getting some interesting angles for her shots.

When she returned she grabbed the ring on the end of beads, and in one quick motion, she pulled the rest of the beads out. Yeow! I nearly came from the rush. My body was trembling and shaking. "You liked that?" She asked, breathless, as she leaned against my back from behind me. It was really a rhetorical question. I couldn't have answered if I'd wanted to. I could feel her warmth against my bare skin. And something a bit rough, as well.

"It's now time to remove that blindfold," she said. She slipped it off my eyes, and they began to adjust to the dim light. Susan had lit several candles around the room, and the glow filled the room, giving off a warm, flickering light. Why hadn't I smelled those candles, I wondered. Then I realized that the candles were placed in little dishes of potpourri. So that's what I'd been smelling. I'd thought it was that single rose. Silly me. More exciting than the candles, Mistress Susan began to come into focus. And what a sight she was. She literally sent chills up my spine. I lifted my head as best I could since I was still draped over the back of the chair, my feet tied to the chair's legs, to get a better look at her. She stood there beaming, her beautiful blue-gray eyes sparkling mischievously. My wife had shed her dinner attire and was now bedecked in black. Before me stood a dominatrix. She had on a zip-up vinyl halter top, her perky breasts pushing out above. The small key for my cock-lock hung clearly visible on its silver chain around her neck outside of her top now. Below that was a vinyl garter belt holding up black stockings. A very small, studded thong covered her smooth pussy. And finally, thigh-high, black stiletto boots finished off her playsuit. This wasn't the person I'd left home with just that morning.

More ominous than her unexpected ensemble, though, was what she held in her hand--a riding crop. So that's what she had been using on my ass. She licked her lips and smacked the crop on the inside of her other hand, looking me straight in the eyes. But it was something else that really caught my attention, something long and green and and laying on the table next to her. She reached over and picked it up as soon as she noticed me looking at it.

"I see you have finally noticed my new...penis, er, cock. Didn't think a woman could have one, too, did you? I thought the green color would work well with the pink of your red bottom, even if it isn't Christmas."

My Susan. Always the decorator, even at a time like this.

In one hand she still held the whip and in the other a large green dildo with a leather harness and buckles hanging down from it. With that sparkle in her eyes, the black boots, and that dildo, I knew now I was going to be ridden. She must have seen the fear in my eyes. "My dear Valentine, I promised you release, and true to my word you shall have it. Do you like me in this? I picked it out just for you."

"Er, yes," I said. And in that instant I knew I'd done it. Before I could give a better reply, she stepped to my side and gave my ass a quick swat.

"Oh, yes Mistress,"I spit out quickly. "It's a great outfit. You are so hot. SO hot."

"That's better, my little fuck." She was fully into it now, taking on her new persona. I'd never known Susan to use much dirty sex talk. I was loving it.

"You know now that you're going to get fucked, don't you my pet?" She didn't stop for an answer. "You're going to get fucked with my new green cock. I'm going to stretch your little virgin ass." She was taunting me, teasing, and working herself into the mood. "Tell me, slut. Would you like this in your ass? Way up in your pretty hole?"

My overloaded mind was trying to take it all in, her clothes, the dildo, my present "situation." I hesitated too long making the appropriate reply--after all, I was new to this sort of thing. Susan grew impatient and began whipping my ass cheeks. My ass was on fire, and I couldn't get the words out. "Er, er, Mistress, yes."

"Yes what, slut?" she retorted, continuing to whip me.

"Fuck me, FUCK ME!" I cried out, if only to have her stop. I was whimpering now. "Yes, yes Mistress. Fuck me, please."

"Yes, that's what I wanted to hear," she said with a victorious grin, her whip still in the air, ready for another swat. "There, there my sweets," she said soothingly, as she slid the crop along the inside of my thighs and and along my crack.

She walked around behind me, where I couldn't watch her. I gathered she was slipping into her harness. I heard some snaps and a zip. I was sweating, now. It seemed to take forever before she leaned into me and I felt that dildo against my bottom. "Now I will untie you from the chair and remove your cuffs, but first you will promise me that you will do as you're told, or else," she said, brushing the crop lightly over my tender ass cheeks. I knew now just what she meant by "or else" and quickly agreed.

"Yes mistress, I promise. I'm yours."

She first unlocked the handcuffs (with some difficulty since Susan has never been very good with gadgets, a fact which naturally caused me some momentary worries) then knelt down and untied my ankles. Unrestrained, I crumpled to the floor in relief. It felt good to change positions. The soft, thick carpet was a pleasant change, and it was a little cooler on the floor. I could finally rub my eyes for the first time since hanging over that chair. Susan pulled me to my knees, now standing before me.

"Are you my Valentine's slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied without hesitation.

"Very well, my sweet fuck, suck my green weenie."

She put it right in my face now. I sat upright and immediately took the "green weenie" into my mouth. I had to stop myself from sputtering and spitting it out. Surely this was nothing like sucking on a cock? If it was, I decided then and there that all women deserved medals. Looking down at me, she was obviously enjoying the view, her slave sucking on her. After a few minutes she seemed pleased with my efforts and said, "Turn around now and show me your cute ass." My heart was beating wildly. I had known when I first saw that dildo what it was meant for.... but now it was really going to happen. I was excited and frightened; I was about to lose my anal virginity. Mistress had this all planned, lube at the ready, which she began smearing on my hole. I felt her weird green dildo pressing against my sphincter. Slowly at first, but then more rapidly the dildo found its way into my bottom. Strangely, my mind wandered to the jazz music that had been playing on the room's boom box as an accompaniment to our antics. "Good song," I thought to myself. "Wonder who the torch singer is." Then it was there, she was in me. Totally in me. I felt so full and stretched, so totally taken and completely hers. It didn't hurt; it felt wonderful. "Fuck me, fuck me, hard," I panted as she went at me in earnest. She rode me from behind, pulling my hips toward her, pumping me until I was about to come. Suddenly she slipped out just as I was nearly there. "Roll over," she commanded. "I want to watch your face when you come. And I need a break from that pumping stuff. How do you guys keep it up for so long?" I rolled over.

Now on my back, she had my legs in the air as she prepared to enter me again. I lifted my ass to meet her. I wanted her back in me. She slipped in easily this time, grabbing my cock like a pair of reins and began to rhythmically jerk me. That was it. I couldn't hold off any longer. "I, I, I'm cumming," I yelled before she clamped her other hand over my mouth. White spray covered my chest. Wet, wild, and warm, I came for what seemed a long, long time.

"Hush, Slave. We don't want to disturb the neighbors," she laughed, pulling her hand away from my lips. She was still inside me when she leaned forward with the chain and key in hand. She slipped the key in the little brass heart lock and turned it. The shackle snapped open. She slid the lock off my now softening cock. I sensed I'd be seeing that lock again. Soon.

My gorgeous wife and mistress fell forward into my cum and kissed me deeply. I could feel her heart beating wildly against my chest. "Happy Valentine's Day my love," I said, smiling up at her.

"Yum, Yum, Yum," she giggled. "That was Yummy, Slave. Now where are those truffles? I want to eat every single one."