Message-ID: <21502asstr$943661401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: BPri563419@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <0.6d1facc8.25705057@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Sally Submits (FemSub, rom, marital) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 19:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, dennyw, newsman Brad & Sally Fantasy Interlude No. 5: Sally Submits - Part 1a of 2 (WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual variations that may not appeal to all people and is not intended for anyone under 18 or who is offended by unusual sexual practices. If you are under 18 or are offended by such practices, do not read further.) AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy. Real couples may engage is some or all of these activities, but this story is principally written to explore the thoughts and feelings that may cause some individuals to choose alternative sexual activities. (If you enjoyed this story and would like to see more like this, e-mail me at BPri563419@aol.com.) Brad and Sally were relaxing in front of the fire, enjoying some lazy togetherness. They cuddled on the sofa, both watching the flames leap and letting their minds drift. It was at times like this that they had often opened up to each other about their fantasies, hopes, and fears. 'Honey," Brad started, "you haven't told me much about your sexual fantasies. I've told you a lot about mine...." "Boy, you sure have! Whew!" Sally cut in. "...but what about you?" Brad continued. "I've loved your letting me live out some of my fantasies. I'd be more than willing to help you live out some of yours." He felt Sally tense up a bit. "I'm not sure if I really want to do that. Maybe I really wouldn't like them if they happened. They could be exciting in imagination, but a turn-off in reality." "Yeah, I worried about that," Brad replied, "But I've found that really doing them has actually been more exciting than I imagined. Like drinking your pee. I worried that could actually be a turn-off in real life, but instead I can't believe how hot it gets me!" "Well, there's another problem," Sally went on. "You know you have a lot of fantasies about being dominated. Well ... that's a lot of what my fantasies are. So it might be sort of a turn-off for you." "Honey, I don't think anything you could do in bed would turn me off! You are so sexy. If it turned you on, that would turn me on! I could try to play it that way." He leaned over and kissed her hair and hugged her to him. "You're my hot tamale. I'm sure I could get used to having you as my sex slave!" "I feel a little nervous talking about it," she said. "Some of the things that turn me on seem so strange: why would a nice girl get turned on by them?" "Like what?" Brad asked. "What really turns me on is the idea of being possessed by a man, like O was possessed by Rene and Sir Stephen in 'The Story of O.' That's strange enough, but what's weirder to me is I even get turned on by thinking about being possessed by a woman like that, like some of the stories in Variations. I'm no Lesbian, but the idea of someone dominating me sexually and using me, that always gets me going." Sally was feeling torn. She was getting really nervous telling Brad her private fantasies. It just felt so personal, something to keep only to herself. But even thinking about her fantasies was already exciting her. She could feel that "butterflies" feeling starting in her tummy and lower. Her telling Brad these thoughts seemed naughty, but that naughtiness was itself turning her on. Brad was also feeling mixed feelings, but they were a mixture of happiness and arousal. He was happy that Sally trusted him enough now to reveal some of her secrets. And he was aroused to think that they might be discovering some new sexual games to play. There was a little nervousness about whether he could play his part well enough, but he was eager to try. Despite his submissive fantasies, he was surprised to find that his mind was already spinning out some scenarios that would demonstrate the definite advantages of having his wife submitting to him. But he knew he probably needed more info. "What else?" he asked, wanting to let her decide what to tell him. "Well, I get turned on by ... spanking stories," Sally admitted hesitantly. " I don't know why. I don't think I really want to be spanked -- it hurts! But spanking has been in my fantasies since I was a teenager, or before." She felt herself starting to blush, though Brad couldn't see it in the dim firelight. That seemed so infantile to her. Should a grown professional woman want to be spanked and then fucked? But she could feel stirrings in her pussy. "Maybe we could just play at it," Brad suggested. "Or I could just spank you gently?" The idea of spanking Sally's gorgeous well-padded ass appealed to him. He thought of all the stories he had read of submissive women who rubbed themselves to orgasm while being paddled. Oh she had a beautiful bottom! "And sometimes I think about anal sex. But I'm afraid that would hurt too." She could never decide if she liked to have her ass played with or not. Brad liked to do it, but usually that made her tense. It seemed so dirty and she was afraid of making a mess or getting hurt. But sometimes, when she was really hot and close to orgasm, he touched her asshole or her perineum and she had had some monster climaxes that way. Once or twice they had tried anal intercourse, long ago when they were first married. It had made her very nervous. Although she had enjoyed it one time, she had been too tense about it to try again. What she was sure about was that when she read the 'Story of O' and O had been stretched for anal sex and used that way, it definitely turned her on. Brad couldn't believe his ears. Anal sex was one of his biggest turn-ons. If Sally was coming around to it, even to letting him lick her ass or finger her if not as ass-fuck, that would be a big bonus. "Oh, baby," you're getting me hot!" Brad growled, and he reached over and began kissing Sally hungrily. She responded, opening her mouth and sucking in his tongue. She felt her pussy tingling as Brad's lips slid over hers wetly. She let her mind drift into the fantasies their talk had kindled. He was her strong Master and she his sex slave. His arms held her in his power. His strength dissolved her will and wakened an overwhelming sexual fire. She was helpless to deny him his least desire. She wanted to belong to him in every way, body and soul. Opening up to him proved that she was his, and belonging to him and pleasing him proved she was worthy of his love. Sally felt her cunt getting wet and warm. Her stomach felt full of butterflies. As they continued to kiss, she felt herself sink deeper into the fantasy. Something inside her relaxed and she let go of her connection to the outside. Her world became only her body and her fantasy. Brad's hand went to her breast and she felt him cup it through her sweater. Her Master was taking possession of her tit and she had no right to deny him. But she didn't want to. His hand felt so good. She felt him lift and squeeze her breast and voluptuous feelings poured out of it and down to her belly and cunt. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted, to mash or suck or tweak it. It was his. She was his. She sighed. Brad sensed the change in Sally. He felt her heat. Talking about her fantasy had scared but excited her, just as revealing his fantasies to her had been more exciting than he could have dreamed. He decided to take a chance. Breaking their kiss, he said in a stern voice, "Slave, I command you to go to my bedroom and wait for me. You will be serving your Master tonight." At these words Sally felt two currents run through her body and mind. Somewhere in her cunt she felt a thrill of sexual electricity quickening and she felt a rush of gooseflesh on the back of her neck. But there was also a twinge of fear and uncertainty. What would happen? Did she really want this? She hesitated between the two feelings. "Are you defying my order?" Brad menaced. "You can be punished severely for resistance." At that her eyes flew open and she looked at him with a spark of fear and questioning. Their eyes met and hers searched his. What did he plan? How much did she trust him? How much did she trust herself? Brad sensed her uncertainty. He reached out his hand and softly stroked her smooth cheek. "But I would rather bring you pleasure. If you put yourself in my hands without reservation, I will show you what passion you are capable of." He looked deep into her eyes and Sally felt her resistance melt. She felt herself slip back into her submissive fantasy and a warm feeling spread over her whole body. She dropped her eyes. "Yes, Master," she said meekly and pushed herself off the couch and started upstairs to the bedroom. As she mounted the stairs she felt excited and scared, like waiting to go into a Halloween haunted house. It was scary but fun. Away from Brad's caresses, her lust cooled slightly, but now it was replaced by curiosity and eagerness to find out what would happen. Sally entered the bedroom and turned on a lamp. He hadn't told her what to do, just to wait. Should she undress? Maybe not, he hadn't said. She suddenly felt like a schoolgirl, wanting to please the teacher and not wanting to do anything wrong. Without realizing it, she was now looking to Brad to call all the shots and make the rules. I'll light some candles, she thought. That couldn't hurt. She quickly lit two candles they used during their lovemaking, and turned off the lamp. The flickering half-dark was better. She closed her eyes and waited for him. Her mind reverberated with all the scenes from stories she'd read. All the times O had waited in the dungeons of the Chateau for Rene or Sir Stephen or who?.... Brad walked in and closed the door. She looked at him and then looked down and waited. That seemed natural in this role; she didn't have to think to do that. She was aware that he was removing his clothing and she sneaked a glance up and saw him putting on his long black robe. He walked behind her and put his arms around her, pressing her arms to her side. He leaned down and gently kissed her neck. "I love you. I love your body. Show me your body," he said in a gentle voice. She thrilled at his words. She wanted him to love her and lust after her and possess her. It was all there in those few words. She felt a wave of warmth spreading from where he had kissed her, down her back. She shivered. The wave continued down her back, around to her belly, and then to her cunt. She could feel her uterus tighten gently. She felt as if she might melt in his arms. Brad loosened her grip and Sally stared to undress. She pulled her sweater off and then began to unbutton her blouse. As she got it half undone, Brad reached a hand through the opening and gripped one breast. She caught her breath and then continued unbuttoning and shucked the blouse off. Brad leaned down and kissed the back of her neck and reached both hands and cupped her breasts through her bra. She stopped and enjoyed the feeling of his holding her sensitive breasts. Without consciously deciding she had settled into a passive role. Whatever Brad wanted was fine. She was along for the ride. Brad released her breasts and she sensed he was waiting for her to continue. Often he would unsnap her bra, but she realized that he wanted her to do that. She was stripping for him, at the command of and to please her Master, not simply allowing him to undress her. She reached back and unhooked her bra and thrilled momentarily at the symbolism of that. She was putting herself in his hands. Brad reached forward as she knew he would, and squeezed both breasts in his hands. Sally relaxed and let herself enjoy his touch. She felt his whole body pressed up against her and she sensed his pleasure of having her in his hands, to do with as he wanted, with only his own wants to worry about. She also felt an easiness in having no decisions to make. He would feel her as long as he wanted and he would tell what to do next. She realized she was floating along with the moment, her worries about what would happen next forgotten. He was in charge. What happened next was his decision, so she didn't have to concern herself. Brad found he was enjoying that same freedom. He could get into exactly what he was feeling and wanting without worrying whether he was pleasing or displeasing Sally. She was his plaything, his slave, devoted only to pleasing him. If it pleased him to play with her beautiful breasts, then that pleased her. No worries. He hefted and massaged her breasts and got into the feeling of owning them. These were his breasts, presented for his pleasure. He didn't think they'd ever felt better. "Oh, baby, I love your tits. They feel so good." He tweaked her nipples and rolled them between his fingers. Sally moaned and her cunt was creaming more juice. Her breasts felt like they were on fire. She felt proud of them, that they would please him so. She wanted him to love them and want them. She arched her back to thrust them forward into his hands. "Love my tits, Master. They are yours," she thought furiously, as if she were trying to beam the thoughts into his head by ESP. But she didn't speak. Brad took his hands from her chest and placed them on her shoulders. Sally sighed, her tits feeling abandoned. They felt warm, as if glowing. Sally reached down and undid her belt and zipper, pulling her pants down to her ankles. Then a moment later she skimmed her panties down. She felt her panties let go from her cunt, as they had already become damp from her dew. Somehow now she felt more naked than ever before. Now she was naked before her Master and she was presenting her body to him. And apparently he was pleased, for he immediately placed his hands on her tummy and then stroked down, caressing her pubic hair. One hand continued down to feel the wetness and swelling of her pussy lips, while the other hand grasped one ass cheek and squeezed. Brad began to rub the generous globes of her ass and then his hand went between her cheeks and stroked her ass cleft. His fingers feathered over her anus and pressed gently on the opening. She would usually squirm away from this, but her instinct now was to be passive and allow him to explore her. She felt part of her want to protest and pull away. This was so private. What if she was dirty there? But she suppressed that. She belonged to her Master, all of her, even her ass. If he wanted to touch her there, or enter her, or even fuck her ass, that was his right. As she said that to herself she felt like she was slipping down into a deeper level of submission. Yes, it was her duty to offer him her ass. If it pleased him, she should ask him to finger her or tongue her or fuck her there. It would be a show of her devotion and love for him. She pushed herself back against his fingers and she felt him press more against her opening. Brad could feel this and he stopped and kissed her neck again and whispered, "Oh, I love that cute ass of yours. I want to kiss it. Bend over and spread your cheeks." Sally held her breath and leaned over onto the bed. She reached back and grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. This felt so dirty! This was just what Sir Stephen told O to do--to hold herself open for him! She felt completely helpless and exposed. The cool air against her anus felt odd. Brad bent down and kissed each ass cheek at first and then sniffed her cleft. He loved the earthy smell of her sweat mixed with the secretions of her cunt. Then he leaned forward and kissed her anus, first gently and then passionately, pressing his lips on her opening like kissing her mouth. He kissed it over and over. Sally felt like her was penetrating her soul. It didn't feel bad, but it certainly felt nasty! Again she had the feeling that he owned her, that every part of her belonged to him, no matter how private or shameful. At the same time she felt that his attentions elevated her. His adoration made every part of her special, beloved. As she thought of that she relaxed and let herself enjoy his affection for her rosebud. After a few more kisses, Brad stepped back. "Lie on the bed," he directed. Sally crawled onto the bed and lay back with her head on a pillow. Brad stood leaning against her dresser. She felt his eyes drinking in her beauty. Rather than feeling ogled, she felt his admiration, his appreciation of her beauty. She let herself bask in the pride of knowing her body pleased him. End Part 1a of 2 -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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