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Warning!  The following material is adult in nature.  That means
if you are underage or this material is not suitable in content to
survive the scrutiny of those who make the laws in your area of
the world, do not read it.

This material most probably contains: Male and Female
domination; vaginal, oral, and anal sex; sex of a
semi-consensual nature; fetishistic adornments and sex toys;
nasty torture for characters I didn't like; and a little plot thrown
in for good measure and to separate the sex scenes.

The characters in these stories are not real, but may be based on
real people that I have known, met, or seen.  I'll never tell.

This and all my other stories are copyright (c) by me, Seurat. 
Permission is given to reproduce this material only in electronic
form and then only for personal use.  If I find out that you are
selling my material without my permission, I will track you
down.  What the characters in my stories do to each other is
nothing compared to what I can do.  On with the stories.
     Fifteen minutes, Thomas thought to himself.  It was fifteen minutes
of waiting before, and only one minute of sex.  Now another fifteen. 
What did she have in mind?  Thomas slid over and reached under his
pillow, and found a piece of heavy material there.  Pulling it out, he
examined it the best that he could in the darkness of the room.  A few
thin straps, each ending with a dime sized ring, connected to a triangular
piece of cloth with two holes, one with a tube sown over it.  What the
hell
was this thing?  He downed the wine in one gulp and headed for the
window.
     Holding it up to the weak light coming through the window, He
could see that it was some bizarre piece of underwear made of leather. 
He held it to his now semi-erect cock to see how it would go on, and his
cock reversed it's downward trend at the mere thought of kinky sex. 
Evidently, he was supposed to pass his dick through the tube, which
would cover about have it's length.  His balls would pass through the
second and lower hole.  The three straps would then be pulled around
back to hold the whole thing in place.  Thomas started pulling the tube
over his cock only to find that it was too small to let an erect penis in.
 He would have to go limp, then pull himself in.  Now his wife's statement
about making it 'easier to put on' made sense.  If he thought about
wearing
leather underwear, he would stay so erect that he would never get it on. 
Thomas let his mind drift back to the office, concentrating on work and
projects coming up.  After a few minutes he looked down to see that he
had gone nearly limp, and he quickly pulled the tube on.  His cock
immediately started to harden again, filling the tube and stretching
forth. 
Thomas readjusted as best he could, and soon the lower half of his prick
was tightly encase in leather.  He pulled the front down and maneuvered
his balls through the hole, the pulled the two side straps together in
back,
or at least tried.
     They were too short.
     Trying his hardest, he could barely get the rings to ouch.  That was
when he realized their was no way to connect the rings.  Shit!  He got the
thing halfway on, and now couldn't finish the job.
     "How's it going out there, Thomas?"
     "Okay, but I don't know how to connect the rings."
     He saw a flash of light as the bathroom door opened and then
slammed shut.  A figure stormed into the room.  "Dammit, Thomas.  I
give you one small task to accomplish in ten years, and you can't figure
out how to do it.  Get over here."  Thomas nearly ran over to the new
hanging plants where his wife stood.  She sounded really mad, and he
didn't want to ruin their anniversary night.  His eyes, still momentarily
blinded by the light from the bathroom, nearly caused him to run into her
on his way over.
     "Turn around, so I can connect them."  Thomas spun around so
quickly that his head hit one of the plants.  "Be careful, will you?  I
just
bought those."  Carol reached around both of his hips and grabbed the
straps, pulling them tight behind him.  Then she reached under his ass and
between his legs and grabbed the third strap, pulling it up between his
ass
cheeks to meet the other to rings.  Thomas heard a soft 'click'.  The
straps  drew the entire thing tight into his body, and he doubted he could
wiggle out of it even if he wasn't erect.
     "It's a little tight."
     "It's supposed to be.  What did I say about you talking?  Don't let
it happen again."  She grabbed his balls lightly, and then his cock,
making sure the leather wasn't pinching any folds of skin. "There.  Now
unhook that plant and put it down over there." Thomas did as he was told. 
Things were happening too quickly for him to question them, which is
exactly what Carol wanted.  "Point each hand to the ring in the ceiling. 
Hurry!  I don't have all night."
     Again, he did as he was told.  He heard something metal clink first 
above one hand, then above the other.  What felt like doubled over rope
was pressed into his hand.  "Hold this."  His hands grasped the rope
tightly.  Something soft touched his left shoulder, then began massaging
his arm as it moved towards his wrist.  She was wearing gloves, he
thought.  She never wears gloves.  Both hands circled his wrist, and
squeezed around it, then he felt a hand on his other shoulder.  It
startled
Thomas, thinking that she was holding his left wrist, but when his body
jerked away his left arm was anchored to the ceiling.  She quickly buckled
the other restraint around his other wrist, before he could protest.
     "How about a little light, so we can see if you're still ready for
me."  
Carol's face lit up behind the flame of a lighter, revealing for the first

time to Thomas the fact that her face was the only flesh exposed in an
outfit of black leather and zippers.  Heels higher than anything he had
seen her wear supported her leather boots.  She smiled as she walked
silently around the carpeted room, lighting candles as she did.
     "So, does my anniversary present meet with your approval?"  She
turned and looked as his still erect cock.  "I see that it does."
     "Ohmygod, Carol, this is so incredible.  I can't believe it."
     Carol put down the lighter and moved quickly over to him the best
she could in her heels.  A hand reached behind her back and brought forth
a black rubber penis about three inches long but as thick as Thomas's
own.  Her other hand grabbed his jaw and squeezed his cheeks, popping
his mouth open in both surprise and pain.  She promptly stuffed the penis
gag into his mouth and strapped it in place.
     "Dammit, Thomas.  I told you not to speak, didn't I?  Now look what
you've forced me to do.  That should keep you quiet.  I don't want to hear
any complaints about it either.  I've been reading a little book today
about women and sexual power, and I know I could easily go down to the
club and pick up one of your friends for an evening of satisfying sex if I
wanted to.  Hell, I bet I could get that guy Barry up here to replace that
rubber penis with a real one.  Isn't he the one you call Barry the fairy,
or something like that?"
     Emotions were flashing through Thomas' mind.  Disgust at the huge 
(to him) dildo in his mouth, fear that his wife would even think of
fucking
somebody else or bring Barry here, and lust at seeing his wife in such a
sexual frenzy.
     "Oh, by the way Thomas, do you remember our wedding dance song, the
Sleeping Beauty Waltz?  If, for some reason, all this becomes too much for
you, just hum a little for me.  Okay?"
     He almost hummed right then, because of everything that she had
just said, then realized what she meant by it.  Thomas nodded, and
relaxed.  So this was all for fun.  He had a way out, if he needed or
wanted it, so he could let loose without the fear or rage he had felt a
minute ago. Everything she said or did was part of the act.  Of course,
that didn't stop his adrenaline from being pumped out full blast through
his body.
     Carol's hand grasped his cock.  "Wow.  Look at how hard you are. 
It's like a little shaft of concrete.  I could fuck that all night if I
wanted to.  Would you like that, Thomas?"
     He nodded, paused, then shook his head.
     "What's wrong, Thomas?  Don't you want me to keep you hard all
night, just for my pleasure?"
     He nodded again, then shook his head, unsure of exactly what the
question was.
     "Then it must be this new underwear I bought you.  I think it shows
you off quite nicely.  It must me a little snug, though, isn't it?"
     He nodded.
     "That's the idea, you know.  It's tight enough to keep you erect for
me but too tight to let you cum until I take them off.  I say 'I' because
they happened to be padlocked on, and I hid the only key.  Now, I'm still
hungry.  Do you mind if I have a little nibble on your meat?"
     Carol got down on her knees and started licking and kissing his
erection.  Thomas' knees nearly buckled from the sensations he was
feeling.  This was not the woman he knew; this was a sex-craved
leather-clad kinkmeister.  Carol had never done anything like this ever in
their whole relationship.  Hell, she never said words like 'fuck' or
'cum',
and she had always referred to his cock as 'it', but in a seductive way. 
He
could feel his orgasm rising again as Carol's tongue swirled around the
head of his cock.  She had never done anything like that, either!
     Carol looked up at her bound husband, and put her trust in Janice,
who had told her ejaculation would be nearly impossible in the leather
underwear.  She could feel Thomas start to twitch in orgasm, and just
kept sucking and licking.  The twitch lasted just a moment, and his
cock seemed to expand a little, but nothing else.  She smiled, and pulled
away for a moment.  Time to tease.
     "Oh god, Thomas, forget the fucking.  Your cock tastes so good, I
can't stop.  Cum for me."  A little corny, perhaps, but his moan in
response was one of desperation and lust.  Just the reaction Janice had
said she would get.  She brought her hands up, one to grip his shaft, the
other fondle his balls.  It gave her a strange feeling of erotic power to
have him like this, and that made the fellatio easier.  Enjoyable, even. 
She redoubled her efforts, seeing if she could get him to cum even though
she knew he could not.
     Thomas wasn't having as much fun.  His whole body was so filled
with sexual energy he thought he might explode.  His building orgasm
had surpassed anything her had felt with Carol before, but it was just
that. 
A building orgasm.  She kept sucking and swirling and licking, and his
orgasm kept building a little more and a little more and a little more,
but
there was no release.  It was almost painful, and he was afraid that when
he did cum he wouldn't have that feeling of control that he usually had. 
Not that he was in control now.    
     Carol could feel herself getting wet underneath the hot leather
jumpsuit.  This domination thing had her so turned on, she could feel her
own orgasm building.  Maybe this domination idea wasn't so bad, after all.

Time to switch gears, and positions.  She pulled her lips off his dick
with
an exagerrated sucking sound.
     "Well, Thomas, are you going to cum or not?  I'm down here,
waiting for my jism feast, and you won't cum.  Don't you like what I'm
doing?  Aren't I good enough to taste you, to swallow you, to lick you
dry?"  Thomas moaned again in frustration, and Carol's smile grew. 
"Well, if you're not going to cum, then the least you can do is let me use
this cock to masturbate myself.
     She got up and unlocked his wrists, and as they fell to his sides she
pulled them behind him and linked the cuffs together.  Then she grabbed
his cock and pulled him over to the bed and pushed him onto it.  She
didn't hear the door downstairs open.
     "Just look at that big ole cock of yours.  If I'd known the effect
this
would have on you, I would have done this ages ago.  Let's see if you can
satisfy me, or should I just leave you like that?"  His head shook
vehemently.  "Good.  Get all the way onto the bed."
     When he was in position she unzipped the zipper leading from her
belly button through her crotch and to her waist in back, then climbed on
top of him.  Straddling him, one hand guided his engorged cock into her,
and she sighed at the filling sensation.  She braced her arms on either
side
of him and started sliding up and down, grinding her clit into the leather
above his cock.
     At the door to their bedroom stood another leather covered figure,
completely in white to contrast Carol's black outfit.  A hood disguised
the
face, revealing only a pair of green eyes and lips painted cherry red. 
Breasts abnormally large and firm jutted straight out from it's front
almost
in mockery of the female form.  From between the legs rose a thin and
curved phallus, currently being covered in lubricant to make the surprise
anal insertion a lot easier.  After all, part of a this domination scene
was
the surprises.  At it's feet lay a duffel bag with two weeks worth of
bondage and domination equipment, along with some street clothes. 
     On the bed, Carol was shuddering through her first orgasm, or
rather through the waves of it.  Thomas had never felt so good inside her,
and the kinkiness of what she was doing was really turning her on.  She
immediately began working on a second, content in the knowledge that
for once she would get full satisfaction before he did.  
     As the figure moved across the room, it began blowing out the few
remaining lit candles, wanting to work in near darkness, and knowing that
the lights wouldn't be missed until it was too late.  The female on the
bed
arched her back in a second orgasm, and after a moment of rest, began
work on another.
     Thomas was going out of his mind.  He couldn't speak, couldn't
move, and worst of all he couldn't cum.  Instead, his wife was fucking
him like there was no tomorrow.  She had orgasmed at least twice
already, and was heading for a third, when she suddenly slowed down.
     "Thomas, would you like to cum inside me now?  Should I take off
the padlock and let you fill me with your seed?  Or should I tease you and
not let you come until later?  Moan once if you'd do anything to cum right
now."  The figure in white moved across the carpet, it's phallus bobbing
in the air.  Somebody was in for a big surprise.  The figure stood at the
foot of the bed, ready and waiting for the right moment to thrust forward.
     Thomas let out an excited moan.  "Did you like my little domination
scene?"
     A moan of agreement.  How did she come up with this?  
     "Do you think you could do the same thing to me, if I asked? 
Dominate me, tie me up, the whole nine yards?"
     A pause as ideas flitted through Thomas's head, followed by another
moan of agreement.  The figure in white smoothed the lubricant, and
aimed it at Carol's rosebud.  If it was domination and sex she wanted,
that
was what she was going to get.
     "Really?"  Her voice was excited.  "Could you really play the part of
the master, with me as your sex slave?  Sticking your cock in my mouth,
my cunt, maybe my ass?"
     Thomas moaned again, a definite yes.
     "Too bad."  Carol locked her left leg under is right and rolled
herself
onto her back, pulling him on top and at the same time using her leather
covered hands to pull apart his butt cheeks as Janice leaned in with the
dildo to take his anal cherry.  Carol smiled as she watched his surprised
eyes go wide in the dimly lit room.  "I like being the dominant when it
comes to sex, and that's the way it's going to stay, until I decide
otherwise.  Happy anniversary, Thomas."  Carol began fucking him again,
this time from underneath, as the white clad Janice filled him from the
rear.            
     Maybe they would let him cum in a little while.  Maybe in fifteen
minutes.
     Then again, they did have two weeks off.          

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