Fantasies

1Part Three: Hers        

       There had never been any question in her mind as to her fantasy.  It had always been the same.  She had just never thought that it would ever be taken beyond the abstract of her imagination.  But last night had been a revelation, and everything had changed, as she discovered all of what he was in want and need.  For himself, and from her.  And tonight he would do the same for her.  As she awoke that morning, however, she realized that it was going to require a great deal of research and planning to bring her visions and desires to full fruition and life.

       Grabbing every moment of free time at work that day, she searched the Internet for any guidance.  She had never before even thought of visiting any ‘adult’ web sites, and it now took her a while to find out how to access them, and then to navigate through the dizzying maze to find those that would be most helpful in her knowledge quest.

       She was astonished at the quantity and variety of sites dealing with even the one small area in which she was most interested, and even more so with the substance and depth of the information offered.  The more she read, the more convinced and enamored she became.  She realized, though, that she was only going to be able to scratch the surface in this one morning and afternoon.  By the end of the day, however, she believed that she had learned enough to at least get started, and she would then let events take them wherever they would go.

       On the way home, she stopped off at a local shop to purchase an item which she thought would be the perfect accouterment to her developing design.  Arriving home, she was greeted at the door by her husband with a deep and soulful kiss such as they hadn’t shared in years.  They had agreed that morning that as she had made dinner for him before his fantasy, he would prepare the meal this night before hers.  Breaking their lingering embrace, he went back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on his repast, while she went off to change her clothes into something more comfortable.  And appropriate for her evening.

       

       Entering her bedroom, there was no hesitation as she selected her sexiest neglige, which she then covered with a long, elegant silk  robe.  Flip flops were definitely out of the question for this night.  Instead she chose a sleek and slinky pair of open toed pumps.  A few but very significant touch ups at her vanity, and she was ready for her entrance.

       This produced its intended effect as she arrived in the candle lit dining room, and Ryan beamed and let out an appreciative whistle.  He pulled out the chair at the table for her where she normally sat across from him, but she now insisted that tonight she sit caddy corner next to him.  After rearranging her table setting, they sat down for their meal.  He had pulled out all the stops for this dinner, starting with a jumbo shrimp cocktail, before proceeding on to her favorite, Veal Chops Milanese, accompanied by their most expensive bottle of wine.

       In the flickering glow of the candlelight it appeared to Ryan, though, that food and drink were the farthest things from Julie’s mind.  While he watched, she carefully took one of the gigantic shrimp, dipped it into the cocktail sauce, and lifted it to her mouth.  Stopping just short, she brought the tip of her tongue out to delicately and languidly lick the sauce off the entire meat of the prawn.  Anchoring the thickest part of the shaft with her teeth, she popped the tail shell off, leaving the greater length of it exposed and jutting forward from her mouth, before ever so slowly nibbling it inward with her lips, tongue and teeth until it was fully consumed.

       This tableaux was heightened further for Ryan as, under the table, she sensuously ran her foot slowly up and down his leg.  He quickly resolved to hurry to get to and through the main course, attempting to finish his veal chop in record time.  But Julie appeared to have little interest in hers.  Instead she placed one of her hands onto his thigh, caressing her way up to the rising hardness between his legs.

       “Don’t you want your veal chop?  he could only croak.

       

       “There’s another chop that I’d like to devour far more.” she answered in a sultry voice, giving the enlarging lump in his pants a slight squeeze.

       “What about dessert? he squeaked.

       

       “The only dessert I want tonight will be in the next room.”

       Despite the obvious time and effort he had put forth in preparing his culinary feast, his hunger now was of a completely different sort.  As Julie was making it abundantly clear that she felt as well.  And they both were becoming decidedly ravenous.

       She rose.  “We’ll deal with this mess later.”  She declared intently, waving vaguely at the table.  “It’s time.”  She then leaned over to whisper seductively into his ear.  “I’m  really going to enjoy this journey that we’re beginning tonight.”  She finished with a light swirl of her tongue around his ear, and a little bite of the lobe.  If playing the irresistible succubus was part of her fantasy, Ryan swooned, she was getting off to a truly wonderful start.  It might not be as exciting for him as the night before, but he had little fear that he wasn’t going to enjoy it, and no qualms now in playing his role, and fulfilling his part of the bargain.

       Julie took his hand and bid him up and into the living room.  Once there, she released it and set herself down on the edge of the couch, as he again sat in the chair across from her.  Appearing far more giddy and eager than he had the night before, he gave her a wide and mischievous grin, and said simply, “Your turn.”

       Supremely confident, and more certain than she had ever been, she smiled demurely in return, and began ever so softly.

       “My love, there has never been any doubt about my fantasy.  It has always been the same.”  She had his undivided attention as she continued.  “It is that I make my husband, the man whom I love more than anything in the world, as happy as he can be.  And that I always be for him the person he wants and truly needs me to be.  Each and every day.”

       He looked a bit baffled as he tried to decipher where she was going with all this.  This was every  bit as delicious and delightful as she had dreamed it would be. 

       

       Her eyes suddenly took on a wicked gleam.

       “And so ...” 

       She paused in anticipation. And for emphasis.  There would be no turning back.

       

       “ ... Get Naked, slave.”

       

       He remained still, stunned into paralysis as comprehension began to dawn.

       “NOW.”

       He bolted off the chair as if that order had struck him like a crack of a whip.  After another brief moment of shocked hesitance, he began to hurriedly peel off his clothes, stripping off every last stitch under her withering glare.  In less than a minute he was standing before her, stark naked.

       She arose and stepped to, and then ever so slowly around him, minutely inspecting him from head to toe.  Except for a slight tremble, he stood stock still, surrendering himself to her intense scrutiny.  After completing her leisurely circuit she walked back to the sofa and once again sat down.  She then pulled from one of her robe pockets the item she had purchased on the way home, and tossed it over to him.  It was a wound up, thick, studded, leather dog collar, with a long leash attached.

       “I thought this would be another appropriate accessory for you.”  She stated.

       He stared at it in his hands as he slowly unwrapped it.

       “What are you waiting for?  Stop playing with it and get it on.”  She commanded.

       He rushed to obey.  After it was buckled into place around his neck, she brought forth another item from her other pocket, and dangled it from her fingers ... His cage.

       “We wouldn’t want to neglect this either, would we?” she chuckled.  “Come here.”

       He shuffled over the few steps to stand directly before her, his rock hard erection leading the way.

       

       “My, my.  This will never do.”  She declared, regarding it.  She reached out and clutched his balls, giving them a hard squeeze, producing a satisfying yelp, but almost immediately bringing forth the desired effect as he wilted in front of her.  She then threaded his cock and balls through the ring, and joined the two halves of the cage around his now limp shaft, locking them all into place.  She placed the chain and key over her neck.

       “You know,” she said as she completed the task, “the only part of last night that was a disappointment for me was your utter lack of self control when we released you from this.  I think that we’re going to have to leave it on for far more extensive periods ... so that you can learn that your only purpose is to provide for my pleasure.”  She lightly tapped the cage with her finger.  “And any pleasure that I might rarely decide to bestow upon you will be very hard earned.”  She paused and smiled.  “Well, what do you say?”

       His reply was barely above a whisper, but laden with emotion.

       “Thank you ... Ma’am.”

       She closed her eyes and allowed herself a deep, internal, exquisite sigh. 

       It was done. 

       She reopened her eyes and reached forward to grab the leash hanging in front of him.  She slowly pulled, and he was brought inexorably, inevitably down to his knees.  She stared deeply into his eyes, boring all the way as if into his very soul.  And they both understood.

       

       As a sovereign she regally directed her eyes to a foot that she had slightly raised off the floor.

       “Aren’t you forgetting something?”  She demanded.

       Released from her gaze but not from her spell, he flowed forward and down, as if by no will of his own, and slowly, worshipfully placed his lips on the top of first one, and then her other foot.  It was not a tingle, or even a shiver that she now felt.  It was a full throttled thrill that coursed throughout her.

       

       “I think that later on tonight I’m going to have you spend some prolonged quality time with my toes.” she promised dreamily as he had knelt back up.  The wicked glint then twinkled once again.  “But that will have to be after you’ve finished with the rather long list of chores I have set out for you.”   She paused to let that sink in.  “You can start, of course, with the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen.  And then ...”  she couldn’t help but giggle gleefully, “there are two very large loads of laundry awaiting your most intimate attentions.”

       Ryan gazed up at her, absolute adoration in his eyes, and Julie returned his look with one of pure love ... and lust.”

       “Before you begin with all of that though, I would like a little foretaste of all that is going to come later.”  She pulled apart her robe, spread her legs, to reveal nothing on under her neglige.

       “Get to work, slave ... And you better make me happy.”

       “Always.” he swore.  With every fiber of his being.

       Ryan wasted no more time, nestling his face between her thighs, and began to slowly nuzzle and nibble his way to bringing her to her first delirious high of the evening.  Far more open to the sensations than she had been the night before, the sparks of delight within her were soon fanned to a roaring blaze.  Clamping her legs tightly around him, she began to buck furiously, like a bronco rider on her mount, his face her saddle, and his thrusting tongue jolting her up, over, and beyond. 

       His tongue, her glorious new toy, to play with and mold into uses she could only just begin to imagine.  Oh, she supposed that she would still occasionally utilize his prick.  She could never completely deny herself that enjoyment.  But that would only come after it had been thoroughly trained as a tool for her singular pleasure.  His pleasure, should she ever deign to grant it, would be a special sufferance, when and if she deemed him sufficiently deserving.  She wondered if she might find this increasingly difficult for him to attain.  But she had no doubt that he would strive endlessly and tirelessly to do so.

       

       As Ryan scampered off to complete the rest of her assigned bidding, Julie lay back to bask in the afterglow of her first ecstasy of the evening, the first of much more to come, on this, the first of the very many such days and nights in their new world.  In her reverie, she luxuriated in the aura of this magical universe.  She checked to see that her hand bell was within easy reach, and her lips curled up in a satisfied smile when she saw that it was.  She truly was well on her way to achieving their most fervent wishes and desires.

       And she would continue to seek to discover new and more ingenious ways to ensorcel and enthrall.  To always keep it fresh and exciting.  She understood that there would be a lot of things to work out, adjustments to be made, protocols to learn and teach.  She was also aware that there would probably be any number of things that he wouldn’t like.  But that was part of the price of being a slave ... a price he would have to be willing ... and required ... to pay.  Overall, though, she was certain that he was going to love ... and embrace ... this new life.  Almost as much as she was already beginning to.  As their most intimate and joyous fantasies jointly became the new reality of every day of the rest of their lives.

As they lived ... Together ...

Happily Ever After