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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 
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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

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