Peter and Sue:
Peter and Sam were best buddies from High School. Peter was Sam's best
man when he'd married Trish, and Peter met Sue, Trish's best friend and
bridesmaid, at the wedding. That meeting, on that day of celebration,
grew into a friendship that was quickly followed by a romance and,
within the year, Peter and Susan were man and wife.
Master and slave, actually.
Sue promised, in the face of God, to cleave unto Peter. To love, honour
and obey him, and she sincerely meant every word of those vows. For Sue
was a submissive. Profoundly a counterpoint to Peter's dominant
character.
Peter was thirty six when he married Sue who was thirty one at the
time. Peter had lost his first wife four years before, a victim of a
stormy night and a drunk driver. His life took a downward spiral after
that and he wasn't even going to attend his friend's wedding, but Sam
had practically forced him to go.
During the rehearsal, the evening before, Sam had been introducing
Peter around to Trish's friends and he'd stopped in front of Susan.
Peter looked up into the girl's face, and their eyes locked briefly
before Sue looked down. The hook set deeply in Peter's heart.
Later that evening, after the details of the ceremony had been worked
out, Peter sat with Sue and the two talked for a while. Sam could see
that his friend had found a friend with similar interests, and he was
glad.
Peter closed his e-mail program and stood, then left the den to go down
the hall to their bedroom. At the door, he paused to drink in the sight
of his wife, Sue, laying across their big oak four poster bed. His eyes
followed the thick, red coloured ropes tied around each of the dark
wooden posts of the bed. They lay softly across the brightly coloured
hand stitched quilt and ended, tied snugly, around the wrists and
ankles of Sue who lay spread eagled upon the silky bed cover.
She was naked, with her long blond hair haloed around her head and
spread across the pillow in soft waves. Her smooth ivory skin
glistened, inviting a roaming hand, or the touch of stiff leather. A
hint of pale fuzz at her apex, modestly covering, hiding nothing. Her
arousal visible; sparkling dew at pouting lips and nipples stiffened,
ready. Peter caught the motion as her head turned slightly and she
gazed upon her Master as he stood motionless in the doorway. A small
smile lifted the corners of her mouth.
Softly he moved into the room to the side of the bed. Peter began to
undo his belt and unzip his jeans. He let them drop to the floor and he
stepped out of them, then pulled his tee shirt off over his head.
Sitting on the bed, he placed his hand upon Sue's taught little belly.
He felt her tremble at the contact. Tracing a finger lightly downward,
he parted the soft curls. Then below, he felt the tender folds of her
hot pussy. Sue's hips gave an involuntary twitch as she attempted to
increase the sensation of his touch.
Peter moved to lay himself upon his wife, to cover her with his six
foot one, well muscled frame. He was mindful not to press down too hard
on her, yet, he knew she loved it when he did. Sue stood five foot four
in bare feet and weighed 105 pounds soaking wet. Peter's weight pressed
her into the softness of the mattress causing the ropes binding her to
pull at her limbs.
Sue loved it when her man would cover her so completely. She tried to
bring her arms up and around him but the ropes held her fast. She
sighed a contented sigh, with her body enveloped in the strong flesh of
her master. His chest hairs prickled her nipples as he shifted slightly
on top of her. She pulled again at the ropes, strained to increase the
contact with his firm, warm skin. Then she relaxed into the feelings of
the tight confinement from her bonds, from the mattress pressing
against her back and from her master's solid weight pressing down from
above.
Peter moves himself downward a bit to plant kisses on her forehead,
between her eyes, and on the tip of her cute nose. Softly brushing her
lips with his, he moves downward, encircling her neck with kisses, then
down. Bending at the knees, he moves his head down to nuzzle the place
between her breasts. His hands on those firm mounds, nipples between
fingertips, he kneads the flesh of her two luscious globes. Then,
continuing his explorations, he crosses the plain of her firm, but oh,
so soft tummy.
Downward still, tiny kisses on his submissive's warm flesh, to that
place, those soft downy curls. To her center. Peter breathes deep of
her arousal and then dips his head and feasts. In only moments Sue
screams out his name as the orgasm that has been withheld for long
hours bursts forth, flooding his mouth and tongue with the bittersweet
nectar of her release. Again, he follows the frantic motion of her
hips, maintains contact with the tiny nubbin of nerve endings that is
Sue's clit, and drives her up, up, over the edge once more.
Sue's breath is coming in ragged gasps as Peter moves down to release
the ropes from her ankles. Gathering her twitching legs in his arms he
moves up again. On his knees, and raising her legs up, he touches her,
there, with his hard pole. Holding her feet up in the air, he uses his
other hand on himself to spread her wetness around, mixing her juices
with the pre cum leaking from his cock. Then, when everything is nice
and slippery, he plunges into her and fills her up with his stiff
thickness. Sue gasps, and it begins.
Peter inches forward on his knees to drive himself deeper into her.
Hands gripping her ankles, he holds her legs up, firmly. He feels the
ridges around them that the ropes have left. Then, his arms around her
thighs, he presses her legs to his chest and her heels against his neck
and he dips his head to nuzzle the soles of her tiny feet. All the
while pounding, driving into her with eight inches of solid meat.
Sue screams again, her peak taking hold. Peter bites down on the tough
skin on the sole of her left foot. Sue's cries of passion increase in
pitch as the pain floods her brain, pushing her peak to an even higher
level. Then, down she drops, shaking her head wildly and her hair flies
around. Peter slows his strokes and rubs the spot where he bit her with
his fingers to sooth away the pain. Sue opens her eyes and he sees them
shining brightly, two, deep, blue pools. He shifts an inch closer and
begins the slow, deep stroking with his cock that will begin the ending
of this lovemaking session.
Later on they lay together, coming down from the heart pounding rush.
Peter has released one of Sue's arms so that she can lay on top of him.
He holds her gently to him, possessively, in his strong arms. Softly,
he speaks.
"Sam and Trish are back from their cottage," he tells her. "Sam said
that Trish had an interesting experience in the caverns."
"Did they say anything about the surviver contest?" she asks.
"Sam said thanks for sending in their entry form. He said they could
sure use the money."
"It would be a blast if we both got chosen."
"Yes my sweet, that it would."
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