What i learned one steamy night in May

by artieboy

The late afternoon sun was fading from the western sky as I pulled my van onto the freeway and headed home.  I had hoped to finish early this particular Friday in May but everything that could go wrong – did!  The traffic was heavy as usual for this time of day and when I finally parked on my driveway the palms of my hands were wet with sweat.  I didn’t know if it was my aggressive driving in rush hour or the anticipation of what was in store for the rest of the evening.  As I stepped out of the van I concluded it was likely the latter since I had been thinking about it quite intensely all week.  But I’m getting ahead of myself so let me go back to that fateful day more than six months ago.

My name is Roger and I work for an International Courier Service as an independent contractor.  Most of my days are spent in the van, on the road somewhere.  Two days of the week I have a two- hour stopover in a small town before I can start the afternoon pickups.  I usually grab some lunch and then sit around watching the clock until it’s time for my first call.  For over a year I’d been taking some reading material with me to help pass the time.  I tried reading some novels but just couldn’t get into them so I decided to take something a little more erotic in nature.  One of my favorite pass-times was to read through the ads in a National Swingers magazine.  I wondered if these people were real or if this was just another moneymaking scheme for the publishers.  I decided to answer a few ads just out of curiosity and to my great surprise I got two replies to the three ads I answered.  This created a dilemma for me because I was pretty sure my wife Judy would shoot me if she found out what I was reading, …. And writing!

The big surprise came about six months ago when I made the mistake of leaving the swingers mag in the van one weekend when Judy decided she needed to use it to pick up some things she bought at an auction.  I think my face was red for a whole week after she confronted me about finding a very sick and vulgar magazine in my van.  My first inclination was to lye but she knows I’m the only one with access to the van.  I don’t know what got into me but I decided to own up to the fact I was not only reading the mag but also was curious, to say the least, about what I found in it’s content.  The first couple of days were pretty rough for us as Judy tried to decide whether to kick me out, call a Psychiatrist or listen to my argument for pursuing something we might both thoroughly enjoy.  I wasn’t in much of a position to bargain so I kept my mouth shut hoping that time was on my side.  Two weeks passed without a word between us regarding the filth I had been reading.  I was banking on the fact that no news was good news and hoping Judy would at least be willing to discuss it without going into a rage.

The only real social life we had was our bowling league on Wednesday night.  I still remember how shocked I was that Wednesday at supper when Judy brought up the whole swinging thing.  It was intentional on her part because she knew she wouldn’t get trapped into a long conversation – our bowling appointment would pretty much guarantee an end to the discussion.  At least that’s what she hoped!  Although it was only a tiny opening to a previously shut door I saw some light at the end of the tunnel in that short Wednesday conversation.  Judy confessed how jealous she was by the thought that I wanted to look at nude pictures of other women and had even fantasized about having sex with them.  I assured her it had nothing to do with our marriage or my love for her but was simply a desire to explore more fully the erotic possibilities available to consenting adults.  We didn’t cover a lot of ground that day but it was the beginning of a long journey that ultimately led to the events that were about to transpire on this much awaited Friday evening in May.

Supper was ready but neither of us felt like eating.  Judy had already showered and wanted to fix her hair.  I managed to get down two pieces of pizza and then headed off to shower and then get ready for the night of my life.  Rick and Danielle were the second couple I had contacted through the magazine.  Rick was an accountant at a busy Brokerage firm and Danielle was a Physiotherapist.  When Judy finally consented to follow up on the possibility of meeting another couple I let her read all the correspondence I’d had with Rick and Danielle.  I was absolutely thrilled when Judy wrote her first letter to them and even more thrilled at our first meeting just two weeks ago.  None of us wanted to pursue an intimate evening together without first meeting in person to discuss our interest and decide if there was enough chemistry between us to make it work.  We met for drinks at a quiet bar about half way between our place and theirs.  Both Judy and me were blown away when we feasted our eyes on this incredibly beautiful, articulate couple who shared our drinks that night.  Fortunately the feeling was mutual.  Rick and I hit it off right away and Judy, who is a nurse, had a lot in common with Danielle.  We spent four hours together that evening, the first two just getting acquainted and sizing each other up, and the last two in a very frank and open discussion about our sexual interests.  I was ready to get started right then and there but I knew that wouldn’t be wise.  Judy would want to talk to me about her impressions and unless she was really OK with it we had previously agreed we would not proceed.

Neither of us got much sleep that night.  We talked until two in the morning, had the greatest sex we’d had in a long time and fantasized the night away dreaming about Rick and Danielle.  Judy was absolutely thrilled with Rick.  If there were a prize for being tall, dark and handsome he would surely win it.  And to top it all off he was a real gentleman, soft spoken and genuinely interested in how each person was feeling about our planned night together.  And what can I say about Danielle?  I’ve always had a weakness for tall women with long hair.  Danielle is 5’11” and has the most beautiful jet-black hair that drapes softly down to the middle of her back.  She has a perfect hourglass figure and spoke with such ease and openness about every subject we discussed at the bar that night including our sexual interests. 

The digital readout on our car stereo said 8:23 PM as we turned down the crescent that would lead us to the home of Rick and Danielle and the night of our lives.  We had discussed meeting at a hotel but the Porters said they were quite comfortable with having us come to their house.  We pulled into the driveway and as I shut off the engine my eyes met with Judy’s.  Neither of us breathed a word.  We both knew it was now or never.  We were both apprehensive, nervous and very unsure about what would happen in the next few hours.  But the sensual energy that had been building for several weeks was about to explode so we both knew we had gone beyond the point of turning back.

I was the first to open the car door but Judy was right behind me.  We walked together up the driveway admiring the beautiful brick home with the flowerpots on both sides of the walk that led to the front door.  I was glad neither of us was prone to high blood pressure because this moment would surely put our systems to the test.  When we reached the step I moved quickly to push the doorbell.  I didn’t want to get this close and be overcome with any second thoughts.  We waited in silence for what seemed a very long time and then heard the sharp click, click of spiked heels on the ceramic tiles that graced the entrance of the Porters home.  When the door opened I nearly lost my breath!  There stood Danielle in a tight sweater, leather mini skirt, silky sheer stockings and four-inch spikes that perfectly matched her red lipstick and fingernails.  “Welcome”, she said, “please come in”.

Danielle, the perfect hostess, quickly seated us in their spacious living room.  She made sure we were comfortable and then left for the kitchen to prepare and serve some drinks.  We were a little uneasy at the apparent absence of Rick but when Danielle came swaying into the room with refreshments she told us Rick would be home shortly.  They had decided we might all enjoy a few  snacks later in the evening so Rick had slipped out to the store to pick up some things Danielle had requested.  I was already getting nervous/excited as I watched Danielle who seated herself on the love seat directly opposite from the sofa where we were sitting.  Her leather mini inched its way up rather quickly and I suspected she was crossing her legs frequently for my benefit.  On the other hand, she was so graceful and articulate one might have concluded our gathering was that of a typical business meeting.

Rick arrived on the scene before we had a chance to make much conversation; a relief to me and a welcome sight to Judy.  Rick was wearing the tightest white pants I’ve ever seen on a guy along with a silk shirt that appeared to be missing enough buttons to reveal a big hairy chest.  Rick’s roots were in the States so his first words were, “hey y’all, great to see ya”.  Slipping off his shoes he headed to the kitchen with the snack food he’d purchased at the store.  “Honey, does anybody need refills”, he shouted from somewhere out of our sight.  Our drinks were still nearly full so Danielle told him to just fix something for himself and join us.

When Rick snuggled up to Danielle on the love seat I knew the preliminaries were over.  We didn’t come here to talk about the weather or Sundays football game.  What would the next move be and who would make it?  For Judy and I these were extremely tense and awkward moments.  This was our first time, we wanted it to be just right but we didn’t really know what to expect.  At the bar two weeks earlier we had talked about the logistics of swinging.  We hadn’t given it much thought but Rick and Danielle suggested we start with separate room encounters.  They said it might be easier to relax if we didn’t have to see what our partner was doing.  The Porters said they were fine doing it either way but since we really didn’t have an opinion we opted to go with their advise.

Danielle broke the silence by standing up and announcing, “don’t know about the rest of you but I’ve been horny all day and I say, let’s get on with it”.  She then looked straight at me and said, “Roger, you and I will take the family room upstairs and let these two figure out what to do next after we’re gone”.  I swallowed hard, squeezed Judy’s hand and then rose to follow Danielle.  Before we left the room Rick offered some final instructions, “whenever you two need a break feel free to come back and join us – you won’t see anything you haven’t seen before and if we’re still hot and bothered we won’t even know you’re here”.

I followed Danielle to the stairs and felt my heart pounding in my chest as she ascended in front of me.  Those beautiful long legs with their sheer seamed stockings were only inches away from my face.  Her bum swayed back and forth as she picked her way up the stairs in her spiked heels.  I discovered that if I let her get a few steps ahead of me I could catch the odd glimpse of milky white flesh above the tops of her stockings.  I’m sure she knew I was looking, in fact, she probably went in front of me on purpose!  The top of the stairs joined a short hall that led to the family room at one end, a bedroom at the other and a bathroom in between.  When we arrived in the family room Danielle turned to me and said, “Why don’t you get undressed and make yourself comfortable on the sofa?  I’m going to the bathroom and will be back in a few minutes”.

Just when I thought we were on track for finally getting down to business I was left alone in a strange room, told to undress and make myself comfortable.  Comfortable!  This was the most intense night of my life for many years and she says, ‘comfortable’!  I wasn’t real pleased with the agenda but I figured it wouldn’t be long so I got undress and seated myself on the beige colored leather sofa.  I felt kind of silly sitting there naked with nothing to do but wait.  And wait I did.  Two minutes, five minutes, almost ten minutes went by before I heard the bathroom door open.  Danielle had removed her sweater and replaced it with what appeared to be a leather halter of some kind.  It was form fitted and barely covered her beautiful big boobs.  I didn’t want to stare but it looked like there was a zipper under each of her tits, evidently to allow part of the gear to be removed so her bouncy boobs could be completely exposed.  She walked over without a word and stood in front of me.  “What do you think about role playing?”, she said, as she brushed one of her stocking covered legs against my naked flesh.  I really didn’t have a clue what she meant and I felt like a little school boy looking up at his teacher in stupidity.  Danielle’s presence was very overpowering.  She stood 5’11” without her heels and I was sitting on a soft sofa less than two feet off the floor.  Without looking up my face was about the level of her thighs.  “I’m not sure what you mean”, I finally blurted out.  She took a step back and turned away for a moment as if she was deep in thought.  When she turned back to face me she said, “Well let’s put it this way.  Sometimes our sensual juices can be stimulated by taking or giving up control when we’re engaged in sexual activity.  It can be a real turn on and for your first experience I think you should give it a try”.  I was still kind of foggy about the whole thing but it seemed pretty obvious that if somebody was going to take control it wasn’t going to be me!

Danielle took a few more minutes to explain what she had in mind.  She would be the dominant player and I would be submissive.  She reminded me that I had answered her ad in the magazine so I should be willing to play by her rules.  At this point she was still trying to be quite congenial but that would soon change when the real game began.  But first there were some preparations we need to make.  She told me to follow her down the hall and promptly walked out of the room.  In the hall across from the bathroom was a closet with a sliding mirrored door that required a key to open.  “Most of our guests never see in here”, she said, as she slid the door to one side.  The closet was divided in two sections.  The left side was full length with space for hanging clothes.  It was partially stocked with four or five outfits that undoubtedly belonged to Danielle.  The right side contained shelves from top to bottom where every conceivable bondage and restraint gear was neatly stored.  I shuddered as I peaked in, wondering if I’d been a total idiot by talking Judy into what could very well turn out to be a nightmare instead of a fun time.

“You look a little nervous, Roger”, Danielle observed as she saw my reaction to the contents of the closet.  “Not to worry.  When this night is over I promise you’ll thank me again and again for introducing you to the wonderful world of domination.”  I had come to this place thinking I could trust Rick and Danielle.  What I was seeing and experiencing made me shudder but her soft confident voice seemed to reassure me that everything would be OK. 

Danielle began pulling things from the closet and handing them to me to carry.  The purpose of some items seemed obvious but some items left a lot to the imagination.  When Danielle was satisfied we had enough for a start she closed the closet door but left it unlocked.  “I may think of some other things later”, she said, “but this will do for now”.  She carried a couple of items in one hand and let the other hand fall softly on my butt.  She snuggled up close enough for me to feel the shiny surface of her leather skirt against my naked body and whispered in my ear, “let the games begin”.  As we walk back to the family room she gave me some final instructions.  She reminded me that I was about to be her sex slave and as such I would keep my mouth shut except when spoken to and I would immediately obey whatever she asked of me.  She made two allowances.  In the event that I found something too uncomfortable or painful I would be allowed to say, “mercy Mistress”.  This would be the one and only way for Danielle to determine the boundaries of my limits.  If I said, “mercy Mistress, I beg you to stop”, this would be the signal that we would end the game.  She didn’t really explain what that meant but I assumed it implied getting dressed and going home.  Perhaps there would be other games or other options but I didn’t have time to think about that now.

The first few minutes of our game involved what Danielle called, ‘basic training’.  My hands were placed in cuffs behind my back which gave me the distinct feeling of helplessness.  As she was locking the cuffs on I reasoned that if worse came to worst I could still run out of the room.  Of course I’d look pretty stupid trying to get in the van with no clothes on and my hands behind my back.  “The problem with men”, Danielle said, “was their pre-mature ejaculation.  They see a beautiful woman, get all hot and bothered and want to throw her on the bed and screw her.  In three minutes it’s all over!”  “Women, on the other hand”, she continued, “like to take things slow and easy.  We want to savor the experience and make it last for several hours.  But once a guy shoots his load you might as well go for coffee because he’s all done.”  Danielle went on to explain how the dominant/submissive game can change that whole picture.  She told me in no uncertain terms that I was not allowed to even touch my cock unless I had her permission.  She was in control and would make sure I didn’t have any ‘accidents’.  My primary task was to gratify her sensual desires in whatever way she deemed to be appropriate.  Unless instructed otherwise my basic posture in the presence of Mistress Danielle was on my knees, hands behind my back with my face and eyes toward the floor.  If I chose to cheat and try looking up under Danielle’s skirt I would be punished according to her whims. 

“Obedient slaves will be given privileges”, she said, “so you might as well start right now by kissing my shoes.  Remember, just my shoes and no looking at or touching my legs”.  It was actually a rather awkward exercise because I couldn’t balance myself very well with my hands behind my back.  When I reached down with my mouth I fell forward.  She giggled a little at my clumsiness and then gave me a swat across the butt with the riding crop she had carried in from the hall closet.  “I think you better try a little harder Roger”.  I did, and finally got the knack of squatting low enough to the floor that I didn’t fall over.  Her spiked heels must have been expensive because I could smell the leather as I kissed the shiny surface of first one and then the other.  The pencil thin spikes appeared to be made out of metal but bonded so smoothly to the rest of the shoe there was barely a line visible.  She told me to be careful and thorough but when I accidentally touched her stocking covered foot she gave me another whack with her riding crop.

I guess I must have passed the first test or else she just got bored with me kissing her shoes.  She told me to lay down flat on my back.  As I struggled to obey she realized my cuffed hands would be in the way.  So she had me stand up but admonished me to keep my eyes on the floor.  She attached a waist belt around my stomach which allowed her to cuff each wrist to the side of my body instead of behind my back.  When she had finished she repeated her command for me to lay down flat on the floor.  If you’ve never tried it the task may seem quite simple.  But how do you brace yourself while in the process of laying down if your hands and arms are immobile?  Danielle seemed pleased with my serious effort to obey.  She began to ask me questions about my sexual fantasies.  She walked around my body on the floor as she fired question after question at me, usually not waiting for me to make a response before throwing out the next question.  She told me I must keep my eyes shut since my position on the floor would leave her body rather exposed to my lust as she walked around and over me.  She threatened to put a blindfold on me if I couldn’t demonstrate enough selfcontrol to keep my eyes shut.  I certainly didn’t want that because I was indeed hungry for every glimpse I could get of her beautiful body. 

Danielle began rubbing her feet and legs up against my naked body.  My eyes were closed but I could sense her movement around me.  Occasionally she would stand on one foot and place the other squarely on my cock and balls.  She didn’t ask me but told me that I liked having my Mistress step on my cock with her shoes.  A minute or two later I realized she was standing next to my head.  She had one foot pushed up against each side of my face.  I could smell the sweet aroma of her shoes and feet.  I wanted desperately to open my eyes but I didn’t know for sure if she was watching me or not.  Then I sensed something warm just inches from my face.  I couldn’t resist any longer and opened my eyes.  This beautiful, eloquent woman had squatted down so her red panties were just inches from my face.  Fortunately she couldn’t see if I was looking or not.  What a beautiful sight!

“Are your eyes shut, Roger”, she said as she shifted her weight for better balance on her spiked heels.  I immediately closed my eyes and said, “yes mistress”.  She then told me to raise my head slowly until I felt something touch my face.  Before I got my head more than an inch off the floor Danielle had lowered her crotch to rest squarely on my face.  “Have you ever experienced face sitting before”, she said as she wiggled her butt to ensure my mouth and nose were pushed up tight against her pussy.  I tried to respond with a ‘no’ but my words were now muffled by a face full of panty.  Just when I though I might open my eyes for a better look Danielle stood up quickly.  She asked if I would like her to repeat the face-sitting maneuver without her panties on.  I assured her I would be most grateful if she chose to do so.  To respond to her command to stand up I had to role over on my stomach and slowly get my knees under me.  (I’ll never again take for granted how important hands and arms are).

Sometime during my session on the floor with my eyes shut Danielle had removed the zippered portion of her leather halter top.  When she finally granted me the privilege of opening my eyes one of the first things I saw was her beautiful, full, round tits standing out like a couple of grapefruit ready for the picking.  She asked me to come close to her and pretend we were doing a slow dance.  Of course my hands were secured tightly to the waist harness she had buckled on me earlier but she wrapped her long arms around me and drew me in to her luscious warm body.  I could feel the hardness of her nipples rubbing against me as we swayed back and forth and my cock was rock hard as it pressed tightly against her leather skirt.  Danielle rubbed her cheek up against mine and whispered in my ear, “don’t get to horny my friend, you’re only just getting started”.  With that we broke off our slow dance as quickly as we had begun.  She said it was time to free my hands and restrain my legs.  She unlocked my hand cuffs from the waist belt but left them on my wrists.  She told me to sit once again on the sofa so she could install some ankle cuffs that were joined together by a short chain.

When Danielle was satisfied I couldn’t run away or even follow her very well she told me to get down on the floor again.  This time it was my assignment to kiss and caress her legs from the ankles to the top of her stockings.  I remembered how much I had wanted a close up look at those legs when Danielle was sitting across from me downstairs earlier that evening.  Now I had those gorgeous legs in my hands and my lips were kissing her silky sheer stockings.  Life doesn’t get better than this – or does it?  When I had completed the task to her satisfaction Danielle told me to stand and undo the zipper on her mini skirt.  She told me it would be tight but I should slowly pull it down over her hips and butt.  I lingered as long as I dared hoping to savor the moment when it finally slid over the cheeks of her ass.  She ordered me to hold her hand for balance as she stepped out of the skirt that had landed on the floor.  I picked it up and placed it neatly on the arm of the sofa.  “Now Roger”, she said, “I want you to do the same with my panties.  Slide them slowly over my butt and down my legs”.  It wasn’t hard to say, “yes mistress”, to that demand.  The milky white cheeks of her ass were so smooth and round.  As I moved her panties down her thighs I wanted to take a closer look from the under side of her butt.  She didn’t give me that privilege but told me to put her panties on top of her skirt on the sofa.  I hoped that she might be facing me when I turned around but no such luck.

Once again I was ordered to get down on the floor on my back.  At least it was easier to get down this time with my hands free and so far she hadn’t told me to close my eyes.  As I tried to find a comfortable position on the floor Danielle stood a few feet away with her back turned to me.  “Ok Roger”, she said, “we’re going to do the face sitting thing again but I want you to close your eyes.  If I catch you opening them I will punish you severely”.  I wasn’t sure what kind of punishment that might be but I sure didn’t want to stop the flow of our game at this point.  I closed my eyes and within a moment or two I could feel the heat of Danielle’s body as she resumed her squatting position over my face.  “I have to warn you Roger that without my skirt on I can see your eyes.  If you open them you’ll be sorry”.  I had no intention of disobeying but I was extremely hungry for a taste of her hot pussy on my face.  “One more thing, Roger”, she said, “keep your mouth shut.  When I want you to lick I’ll tell you so”.  The next couple of minutes seemed like a couple of hours.  Danielle had the advantage of being able to see so she lowered her crotch within a hair or two of my face.  I could feel the heat and smell the scent of special perfume she must have placed on this part of her body.  The first touch I felt of her body was on my nose.  Somehow she managed to wiggle around until her protruding pussy lips came to rest on my nose.  As she moved slightly back and forth her lips popped open and my nose slipped inside.  When she asked what I thought of face sitting now I couldn’t answer.  I was panting with excitement and my mouth was smothered by the warmth of her womanhood.  In the heat of my passion and lust I hadn’t considered the logistics of breathing but as the seconds ticked away I suddenly realized I was running out of air.  Just when I thought I would have to pull my head out somehow Danielle stood up.  Once again I was brought back to the reality of the game.  No doubt she had been stimulated by my nose and lips pressing hard against her pussy.  But she was in control and prolonging the sensual experience brought her great satisfaction.

My introduction to the world of domination with Danielle lasted for over two hours.  In spite of my fears and suspicions she was absolutely right – when it was over I was thrilled beyond words at the experience I’d had with this beautiful woman.  After washing up in the bathroom we headed down the stairs to join Rick and Judy.  Before we reached the bottom of the stairs Danielle turned and said, with a sexy smile, “you know Roger, the night’s still young”.

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