“Lord!” exclaimed Kath. “You dirty sod! I never expected you to take things that far.
And then what happened?”
“She did as she was told – licked her juice off the floor then she took out my dick
and mounted it. She took off her bra and smothered my face in her tits as she fucked
herself. It didn’t take long before she brought me off. God, Kath, I was so randy for her.
A couple of minutes were all it took before I was squirting into her, gripping those
flaming buttocks as I pumped out a load. But that didn’t stop us. I came, but I didn’t go
soft. Kyla was still up for it as well. We carried on rutting for another hour or so. We
fucked everywhere! Christ, what a ride she gave me. She clung to me like her life depended
on it. It was wild! It was like it used to be. It was better – the best sex we’ve ever
had. When I was about to come again, she was staring at me. I could see her pleading with
her eyes but she didn’t ask. So I told her to come at the same time as me. And she did. It
was just like old times, only it was different. It was better.”
“Sounds like you were totally in charge. Well done!”
“And Kyla loved it! I hate to admit it... but you were right. I suppose that means
I’m paying for lunch. It’s the least I can do to thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure! No really, it is! I’ll need to go change these knickers when I
get back to the office – they’re drenched. I’m seeing you in a new light, Robbie... How
big did you say your cock was?”
“I didn’t. A gentleman never reveals such intimate details to a trollop like you.
And don’t go getting any ideas about trying to find out by other means.”
Kath blew me a kiss that almost blew me away. “You might like it,” she teased.
I shook my head firmly, enjoying the game. “I’m sure I would, but I have no
intensions of putting it to the test.”
She threw me a leer that had me almost coming in my pants. “I bet I could blow you
brains out.”
“Stop it! I’ve got Kyla! I don’t need anyone else – and anyway, you’re my friend. It
would spoil things.”
“Only joking. But I am impressed. So... what happened next? What happens now? I
assume you talked it all through.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly a little uneasy.
Kath threw me a scowl that had me quaking, for this was no longer a teasing game.
“Did you just leave it at that? Spanked her then fucked her then probably fucked her
again. I’m sure the beating you gave her would have fuelled several good shags... but did
you do anything else? Have you not discussed what happened and where you go from here?”
I felt slightly annoyed. No, we hadn’t discussed it – we were too busy fucking to do
much in the way of talking. Why was she trying to take the wind out of my sails?
“We were at it for a large part of the weekend,” I proudly stated; sure that for a
change I’d seen more action than her. “My cock’s practically raw; I was fucking her so
much. It’s been a very long time since we had a weekend like that. Actions speak louder
than words, you know.”
Kath took it in her stride. Most blokes’ mates would have slapped them on the back
and congratulated them on a well spent weekend, but Kath wasn’t as superficial as those
beer swigging types – she actually cared about what this all meant and how it would leave
Kyla and me.
“Okay, so you had a great weekend of full on fucking. But you can’t just leave it
like that. I can’t believe that you haven’t talked any of this through with Kyla? Come on,
Robbie... what happens next? What happens when you go home for example? Will she be there
waiting for you, ready to do whatever you command?”
Now I was feeling more than uneasy. Not only was she taking the wind out of my
sails, she was scuppering the bloody boat! “Of course not!” I snapped. “She goes swimming
on a Monday.”
“Okay. And are you happy about that?”
I threw her a smug grin; pleased with the answer I was able to give her. “Too right
I am – all that swimming translates into one hell of a sexy body.”
“And what will you do this evening when you get back to your empty home?”
Now that wiped the grin right off of my face! I realised where this was heading.
“I’ll cook dinner,” I admitted, “like I always do on Kyla’s swimming nights.”
“Very masterful!”
“I’m a master chef! What are you getting at, Kath?”
“You haven’t really thought this through, have you?”
“I think I’ve done pretty well.”
“Too well, perhaps! You need to be very careful now, Robbie.”
“Do I? Pray enlighten me as to why!”
“Well, it strikes me that Kyla has really taken to the game that you played out at
the weekend. But is that enough? Not many women would have responded quite so positively.
I’d say you’ve awoken something in her which she finds enormously exciting. Having done
so, I suspect she’ll hunger for it. You’ll need to keep feeding her, and I don’t mean
gourmet dinners.”
“Spank her regularly. Is that what you’re saying? I think I can handle that.”
“I’m sure you can... but there is so much more to that sort of life than spanking an
ass that your not allowed to fuck.”
That touched a nerve and brought me down another peg. “And you would know about it,
I suppose,” I snapped.
“A little,” she replied, ignoring my tetchiness. “I’m not like some women I’ve met
who are obsessively submissive. I’m no one’s doormat and never shall be. I like dominant
men, but I have clear boundaries. I took time to find out what they were. What about Kyla?
You’ve shown her something, and she’ll want some more. But how far do you take things? It
sounds to me like Kyla will want to take it quite a long way.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“Sorry. But I didn’t think she would be so receptive – you did say she wasn’t very
adventurous. I thought some gentle spanking would be fun, a game you could play to spice
things up. I didn’t think for one second you would end up thrashing her and she would
revel in the beating. I hope I haven’t gone and made you open up Pandora’s Box, because if
you have – then there’s loads of shit floating around in there. And you’re right to be
scared – because not everybody can handle it.”
“Tell me.”
“Look, maybe I’m wrong. Perhaps Kyla will now see you in a more assertive light and
be happy with that – enjoy getting fucked by you like she used to and have her ass spanked
from time to time.”
“Or maybe you’re right; and then what...”
“And then she’ll want to take things further. She’ll want to explore that part of
her life. The thing is... it’s not really for the submissive to actively explore – they
need to be led. That’s the whole point – the whole attraction from her side is giving away
the control.”
“You mean she should be led by an experienced master! And I haven’t a clue what I’m
doing. Is that what you’re saying?”
“No! It sounds like you made a hell of a good start. But you might need to keep it
up. If you don’t...”
“Then I’ve increased the chances of Kyla leaving me! Fuck! So what should I do? I
know how to fuck her, but I’m not so sure how to master her... and there’re plenty of guys
out there who I’m sure have that sort of experience. What should I do?”
“Look, don’t panic. There are more experienced men out there, obviously; but they
don’t have Kyla – you do. And you have the most important thing to take this further...”
“So you do know about the size of my cock!”
“Don’t be so glib. This is serious!”
“Okay... Her love!”
“That helps, but her trust is much more important. It was smart of you to raise
that. It sounds like you were letting it slip away until you put that to her. Trust is
essential, and you must never lose her trust by abusing the situation.”
“I wouldn’t,” I protested, shocked at such a notion.
“No. I’m sure you wouldn’t. Not intentionally. But make sure you keep yourself in
control, as well as controlling Kyla... Now, regarding what to do – that’s for you to
decide. I suggest you get on the net and do some reading. There are plenty of sites that
deal with this sort of thing. Get some ideas and try them out. But tonight when Kyla comes
home... don’t have her dinner ready. Tell her to cook it, or tell her to go out and fetch
some fish and chips... anything as long as she’s doing it for you. It’s all about shifting
the power. People like me do it for the duration of a session; but you and Kyla live
together; so you should consider taking control of things beyond the sex – with Kyla’s
consent of course. She has to give you the power – it will never work if you try to take
it – not with Kyla.”
“Yeah, I worked that out on Saturday – just in time, thank goodness!”
“Have you heard of Maslow?”
“Is he your latest stud? The Italian stallion! Don’t tell me he’s lasted into the
third week!”
“You are such a pleb! No, he’s not my latest stud... that gentleman’s name is Mario,
and yes, I am still seeing him. Maslow is a psychologist; or was, I would imagine he’s
long dead. But anyway, when you do your research, look him up as well. He won’t give you
any kinky tips like Mario could, but Maslow’s ‘Hierarchy of Needs’ is something you should
be aware of. It would help you to do properly what I think you should do.”
“And that is?”
“I know it sounds extreme, but... well, it might be the answer... You’ve got all the
right building blocks, and it would be one hell of an adventure... Enslave her! If you
make Kyla your slave – a true loving slave who trusts her master – a master who doesn’t
just give her brilliant sex, but understands her needs – whose goal is to help her reach
self actualisation, which is something you can read about for yourself. If you can do all
that then she will never leave you.”
“Enslave her!”
“Why not? It’s about as kinky as it gets. For some people it is the ultimate in
sexual fulfilment. It sounds like Kyla may have it within her. And you have her trust, so
you are already half way there. Ask for the power and decide how to use it. It might be
the way to go.”
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