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He Calls me Goddess, I call him My Pet, Pt. IV: Sometimes things are Not What They Appear to Be

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, cuckold, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Dominance and Submission, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on July 25, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

(Well, for what it is worth, this is the final chapter…I kind of hate to see it end, but it’s been fun.)

Sometimes Things are not Always What they Seem to be.

My name is Randy and well, so far you’ve heard Sonia’s side of the story, so now it’s my turn to give you a bit of perspective.

Everything Sonja has told you so far is the absolute unvarnished truth, but I’ve got just a few things to add that may lend a more accurate portrayal of what it is like from my point of view.

Yes, it’s true that I am a bisexual and that I love to wear women’s clothes…especially silky or frilly lingerie and leather corsets who also tends to be more than a little aggressive in my transactions with most other men and women I know in my place of business and almost all other aspects of my social life. In fact, if anything, I am a bit of a control freak.

So just stop and ponder this for a second…all day long, I direct those whom I manage at work. I pay the bills, although I leave the accounting and management of our household to my beautiful and talented trophy wife who came into my life well after I had already made my career and a name for myself in my field.

I was also wise enough to know when I was past my sexual prime, which was about the time that my wife was beginning to reach the peak of her already considerable appetite.

I am at least ten years away from my financial retirement, but I came to recognize that it was time to begin to direct, rather than be the prime mover or actor in the bedroom.

I find it very satisfying to know that my wife’s sexual needs are met far beyond her wildest dreams although without my encouragement and direction it would never have been realized, and probably would have resulted in unconscious resentments on her part and insecurities and paranoia on mine.

I also am secure enough in my own identity, or more accurately, my sense of Self that I decided to undertake a journey of discovery about the farthest reaches of my own sexual nature fearlessly, albeit discretely.

My wife Sonja had to be lovingly encouraged to act out those fantasies of hers, as well as mine, but I had finally learned to exercise better judgement than in the past and recognized her potential to enable us both to exploit our sexual psyches the way an explorer might discover a new frontier.

Because she is such a loving and devoted wife she was afraid that her actions would either hurt or disrespect me, although I have come to know that is something she is incapable of doing.

It was not until she came to realize that in respecting my desires, she was celebrating my entire range of sexuality while at the same time empowering her in ways she had never before dreamed.

Within this story, I am cast as a submissive cuckold, despite the fact that everything that happened was orchestrated by me, although it could never have been realized without her love and support.

My spouse played the part of a Dominatrix at my direction, although I have to give her credit where it is due, as she took to the role so well that she surpassed all my expectations, hopes or fantasies.

That is however, because I cast her in the right role, and developed the directions that enabled her to take to that role and make it her own.

She was the only one to be able to effect the circumstances that lead to her discovery of Jake, who was determined to make her his submissive sex-slave, only to eventually be turned by her to do what amounted to both our bidding, even though he imagined that he was dominating both of us at his own will.

Perhaps most importantly, eventually everyone got exactly what they wanted, even if they had to learn what that really was.

I love our life together.

 

 

 

 

 

He calls me Goddess, I call him My Pet, Pt. III

Posted in A Dirty Mind is A Terrible Thing To Waste, cuckold, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Erotica, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, Sexual Action/Adventure on July 25, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

(This is new ground, even for me…as part III of IV unfolds…this is not for the squeamish, but I find myself fascinated by the opportunity to explore something that for once, is not autobiographical. As a writer, the challenge is exhilarating. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.)

He calls me Goddess, I call him My Pet, Pt. III

The next time Jake and I got together, I insisted that he allow Randy to watch in person. I told him that Randy would be dressed in his favorite outfit, a very frilly French Maid’s costume with fishnet stockings, a garter belt and panties. He also would be wearing make-up and a wig.

Jake was not especially thrilled about the prospect, but I insisted. I was starting to sense a battle of wills between Jake and me, and we both were still testing each other’ boundaries.

When we got to the motel, I produced a portable vaporizer and some of our best Kush (Fruity Pebbles and AK-47 mixed with the last of our Blueberry) that Randy and I had been saving for a long time. Jake was not a regular marijuana user, but he was willing to give it a try again. He said it really didn’t do much for him, but admitted he rarely had smoked it since his college days.

High-potency grass has evolved a great deal since then, as he was soon to learn, and vaporizing seems to really intensify its effects to the point where most people are about thirty seconds away from being wrecked out of their minds before they even realize it, and then it continues to get even more intense for about the next twenty minutes…maybe I should have warned him, but I knew I would have the upper hand once he was baked, and we were still caught up in a battle of wills.

I am not a woman to be taken dismissively.

Randy was then banished to a chair in the corner of the room. Jake insisted that there would be no contact between them and re-affirmed his straight (but hardly plain-vanilla) lifestyle.

Randy was also admonished not to masturbate or touch himself as he watched Jake and me perform like circus animals right in front of him only a few feet away.

When I noticed that my little subby-hubby sissy-gurl was sporting a very noticeable erection that was straining against his lacey silk panties, I instructed him to go to the ice bucket and “cool down”.

I knew that would not only stifle his erection, but would also cause it to shrink up until it looked more like a very large, oversized clit, only a little larger than my own.

He already knew the drill, and in fact got that much more excited to witness such a monumental difference in size between himself and my lover Jake.

As for the size of my clitoris, several years of low-level testosterone therapy and almost daily “pumping” by way of a suction device Randy had bought me yielded an over three-inch clit that would stand up and refuse to be ignored when I got aroused.

Although I was quite proud of it, and thoroughly enjoyed the increased sensitivity, Jake did not appreciate it as much as my other lovers had, and after our first “interview” preferred to finger me while I sucked his cock.

Not that I needed a great deal of foreplay when I was with him, as I get hotter than five miles of Georgia asphalt in July whenever I even think about sex with Jake, and I didn’t want to spoil his unbridled passions by making him uncomfortable…at least for now.

Jake was a very patient and sensitive lover, and thoroughly enjoyed teasing me with his cock. He would lightly press the head into the vestibule of my waiting blossom as he began to part the lips as I felt the foreskin (which he always made a point to pull forward before he entered me) would start to slide backwards as it piled up around the rim of his prodigious corona, which was a bit larger than even Randy’s, although Randy’s shaft was slightly thicker.

Then he would withdraw it just enough to tease me even more, before he slowly stuffed the head into me as I felt the foreskin suddenly pop backwards and pile up again, about a half-inch past the head, producing two distinct ridges as he slowly slid back and forth into my greedy snatch.

This produced a great deal of stimulation on my g-spot as he would stand at the edge of the bed with his hands cupping my buttocks as he lifted me up well over a foot higher than Randy could, owing to his lanky height. That really did it for me, and I frequently would cum long before he had gotten the entire length of his shaft inside me, which usually took one or two orgasms before I could accommodate what I had come to visualize as the never-ending cock.

Jake was thoroughly enjoying putting on a show for Randy, despite the fact that he scrupulously avoided looking anywhere in his direction or acknowledging his presence in the room.

Jake played me like a violin as an occasional high note would escape my lips as he made me cum so hard and repeatedly that I lost count and may have even lost consciousness several times.

I eventually felt like I had left my body and was in a corner of the room near the ceiling watching myself being fucked into submission, a prisoner of lust and passion in our battle for dominance while my spouse sat in a chair in the corner.

I would be a liar if I tried to deny it, despite the fact that I was unfamiliar with this kind of submission to any man ever. Jake had become the physical manifestation of every erotic fantasy I had ever entertained.

I was only slightly uncomfortable with my infatuation with him, even as much as Randy encouraged me to wallow in my crush, but fortunately Jake was just slightly arrogant enough to prevent me from feeling like I was falling in love with him, although Randy’s espousal of Polyamory was beginning to make more and more sense as time passed, all things taken on balance.

Especially this evening.

Jake’s thrusting increased in frequency and depth as he pummeled my now totally flaccid and swollen cunt until he suddenly turned his attention to Randy and made a point to make eye contact as he said:

“Is this what you both really want?…to watch me fuck and violate your wife in ways you both have only been able to fantasize about until now?”

“She will never be the same after this, you know…I own this cunt now…before I am done you may never be able to feel the sides of her formerly deliciously tight pussy…especially with that tiny little short clit of a cock you have.”

“She was right though,” he added…”you do really belong in panties dressed up like a little sissy-gurl cocksucker…too bad for you you’ll never get a chance to even get a taste of it, except second-hand after I get down filling her with more jizz than a sperm-bank.”

“I think I will enjoy watching her straddle you face as it gushes out of her while you lick her sloppy pussy clean.”

Most men would have felt humiliated to experience anything like this, but my Randy is nothing like most men. It did not threaten him, because he knew in his heart of hearts that I will adore and worship him for as long as I live.

I wake up in the morning, and I say to myself that I must be the luckiest woman in the world, and every day, he does everything he can to prove me right…and I do exactly the same for him.

This is what we have learned to live for…this is how we roll.

With that, he increased the tempo and force of his thrusts even more as we both reached a frenzied crescendo of lust and passion. My eyes rolled back in my head as we both began to make guttural animal noises I had never heard before as he grunted like a bull elk in rut while his throbbing cock grew even larger and he spewed what seemed like an endless flood of hot, thick jizz deep inside me.

Until that moment, Randy was still inside my head, or perhaps more like he was sitting beside my shoulder, and as I continued to watch Jake watching me I was aware of the fact that Randy was aware that I could feel myself slipping away…swept away, more accurately as I became completely lost in the moment, where nothing existed except myself, my body, and Jake, and I was at the mercy of his unrelenting cock.

As he continued to piston his still-throbbing penis unmercifully, I could feel and hear our juices squish past him, flooding my ass and the sheets as his balls continued to slap against me.

As he rolled off of me I was still shuddering and trembling as he rolled onto his back as he told me to lick him clean while Randy cleaned the sheets with his tongue.

He never really got soft and was soon back at full attention, which was quite remarkable because when he did, unlike most well-hung men, it did not hang, but stood out until it reached up to about two o’clock position, only a few inches from grazing his belly.

Jake was in rare form and was obviously enjoying his domination of both of us as much as we were.

With that, he picked me up and told Randy to lay on his back as the cum poured out of me as I straddled his face and Jake kneeled in front of me and I continued to suck his magnificent pleasure-pole.

Suddenly, he went around behind me and shoved himself deeply into me again, forcing even more of his semen out of my pussy as it gushed out into Randy’s grateful face.

I couldn’t help noticing that he was making a point of dragging the shaft across Randy’s mouth as his wet, dripping balls slapped Randy’s forehead. I knew that Randy must be enjoying the hell out of it, but couldn’t help wondering what had provoked Jake to cross several lines I was thoroughly convinced he would never breach.

Maybe it was the grass, but the three of us embraced our good spirits with renewed vigor, and I began to suck Randy’s cock just enough to keep him on the edge without allowing him to cum.

I can keep Randy ten seconds from orgasm for hours whenever I want. I can feel it when he is right on the brink, and he loves me to torture him like that.

Suddenly, Jake took his wet, dripping tool completely out of my ruined cunt and began to prod my asshole in much the same fashion that he had entered my pussy earlier that night. Not at all roughly, at least at first, and I could feel myself trying to push myself back against him to encourage him to force it into my increasingly dilated anus, but he was back to his technique of teasing me.

He then began to ask me how much I wanted him to fuck me up the ass, saying:

“Really?…I thought you didn’t even like anal…at least not with anyone else…are you saying I’ve turned you?…my, my, my…what a nasty, dirty little slut you’ve become!”

As he continued to open my rectum a little further with each push, he said:

“I don’t know…are you really sure you want your husband to be forced to watch me cornhole you with his face only a few inches away? I would think that would be too degrading for even a sissy cuckold to endure…I don’t know if I could be that cruel.”

“Please…PLEASE!” we both cried out almost simultaneously as Jake laughed wickedly.

Although I didn’t really mean it, I begged him even more, saying:

“Right this second, I don’t really care what he wants! This is for me! He knows his place and he will do what I tell him and love every minute of it! Pleeeeeaaaase! Fuck me hard and deep!!! I’m your slut…your whore…take my ass now.!!!” as I reached behind myself to spread my buttocks even farther apart.

I really was ready for it, on all fours like a bitch in heat as he pushed my shoulders down onto Randy’s thighs as I felt him spit on my ass before he began to shove it in further and further until it felt like he was right behind my belly button, only to pull it completely out to watch my gaping asshole wink at him just long enough to spit again before he shoved it back in again and again.

The pistoning of his cock began to force air in and out of me, making the most embarrassing farting noises which made him laugh sadistically at my embarrassment, taunting me:

“I hope your face turns as red as your ass” as he repeatedly slapped by buttocks. “…I do not give a fuck about your shame…besides it feels really good to have your tight asshole vibrate around my cock as I stretch it out even further.”

I was really grateful that I had decided to give myself a very thorough enema before we went out that night. It was probably clean enough to eat your lunch out of it, but I felt humiliated enough as it was.

I lost track of all time as he seemed to take forever to cum. Now I knew what Randy meant about his deep, bowel-wrenching orgasms from anal sex. This was new ground for me and I was cumming uncontrollably as I felt Jake start to swell even more…I knew he was about to cum again…I could feel the electricity pass between us and I began to squirt as if I was ejaculating.

Randy loved it when I did it in his face, and with Jake’s enormous member pounding my ass and my poor ruined cunt gaping in front of his open mouth as he slathered my pussy and Jake’s shaft and balls with his tongue while Jake’s cum poured out of me I was afraid for a moment that I might drown Randy, but I had no control of myself or Jake as I soaked his face.

As I felt Jake cum once more, I finished Randy with my mouth, sucking him until he whimpered like a puppy while the flood of cum poured out of me onto Randy’s chest as Jake, quite surprisingly pulled out and stuffed his still-throbbing prick into Randy’s mouth and told him to lick it clean, slowly pushing it further down his throat as it continued to gradually get a little smaller and softer as Randy gagged with each thrust.

“Wow! That feels really good when you choke on my cock like that! I may have to re-think my attitudes about sissy cocksuckers after all…but for now I just thought I’d throw you a bone just for being so pathetic…as long as I close my eyes and don’t have to look at you, I’ll just pretend that it’s my little fuck-toy Sonja, now that I’ve completely ruined her for you.”

We all collapsed into a pile for several minutes before Jake spoke first. “…Now how about if we all get into the shower together before we come back out for another smoke and maybe a drink while I get my second wind…maybe I’ll even fuck the both of you into submission just to put you in your proper places.”

True to form, he lived up to his promises…several times, well past dawn before we slept until almost three o’clock in the afternoon with me in the middle.

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