Letters to Penthouse XXXII (13 page)

Instead, when I’ve taken in about as much on-screen fellatio as my brain can handle, she reappears wearing nothing except
a gigantic black dick strapped around her hips. As turned on as I am, for a moment I hesitate. I want to suck it, but will
I be able to? I decide that I’m up for the challenge, especially since if I want to stay in this relationship, I’ll have to
at least give it a try. I know that if it really is too much for me to handle, my mistress will ease up, but I want to take
the whole
thing for her. She keeps the porn playing, but mutes the TV. “I want to be able to hear your moans as you swallow this big
cock—I got the largest one they had, just for you!” she exclaims. She looks so happy as she lowers herself down onto the couch
and gets comfortable.

As I kneel before her on the carpet, my hard cock presses against my stomach within the confines of the panties. I lean forward,
open my mouth, and take my first taste of dick. Even though hers is made of silicone, it’s warm and I could swear it tastes
like her. Maybe that’s because I’m so near her precious pussy. Guided by her fingertips nudging the back of my neck, I find
a way to open up and take the entire monster cock down my throat. It feels good and triggers something in my body that makes
my dick even harder. I worry that I might come in the panties, which is against the rules, but I don’t care as I slide back
up, letting the smooth head deliver unfamiliar sensations to my mouth.

She clearly likes the way I suck her cock because she keeps moaning and thrusting up into me. “You look so pretty in those
panties, almost like a girl, except you have that big hard-on. Maybe I’ll have to teach you how to hide it better in the future,”
she says, making said erection jerk wildly in my panties. I ignore it though, focusing on the cock in my mouth as if it were
alive, liking how it gets easier to slide up and down the wetter the toy gets. I put my whole body into
my efforts, wanting to please her—and not just because that’s part of my job requirements.

She instills in me a desire to be my best self, to be her ultimate servant, but also to be the best person I can be. Even
while I’m down on my knees sucking her cock, I feel more proud of myself than ever and know that positive energy will transfer
to the rest of my life. When my colleagues tell me I look great, like I’ve lost weight, I smile a secret smile and laugh it
off, knowing that my inner glow has come from my new role and my success as her slave.

Whereas I had initially thought the cock was too big, by the time she’s come from the base of her dick rubbing against her
clit, I’m already longing for a bigger one, one that will truly challenge my hungry mouth. I don’t dare express this to her,
lest she take it as criticism. I will wait for her to decide if and when I should advance in the rungs of service.

My perfect mistress will also give me household chores and watch over me to make sure I’m doing them right, and correct me
when I’d do wrong. She will make me go outside to rake the yard, wearing nothing but a tight, red thong—one that leaves nothing
to the imagination. She will inspect every inch of her property and haul me over by the scruff of my neck to point out my
errors. She won’t care that others can see into our yard and may wonder about the nature of our relationship, because she’s
so secure in the dance that the two of us do—mistress and slave, domme and sub.

In return, I will get hard at the mere thought of her stern gaze, her commanding bark, or the click of her sharp, spiked heels
on the floor. She will hover over me in my dreams, and my heartbeat will quicken when I think she has spied me doing something
naughty—even if I’ve done nothing wrong. I will always strive to improve, for her sake and my own, and it will make both of
us happy. Our house will always be spotless because she will demand that I get down on my hands and knees with a scrub brush—or
even a toothbrush—in order to make every surface absolutely spotless.

Her dominion over my life will not be contained to just the bedroom or our household. She will call to check up on me at work,
offering little suggestions about what I should eat for lunch or what kind of shoes I should purchase. I know that when I
please her by performing these tasks, she will sometimes take my cock and slam it inside her slick, perfect pussy. However,
she will save fucking for special occasions to make me truly appreciate her cunt, even though it’s practically all I think
about, night and day. She will often climb on top of me when she’s awoken, demanding that I start the morning with my tongue
inside her hole.

“You’re such a good little pussy licker and look so cute in your panties. I should really let all the wives of your coworkers
know what they’re missing out on,” she’ll say.

She’d never follow through with that sexy threat, but she taunts me with the idea of sharing my secrets
with the world. She’ll snap her fingers, and I’ll instantly harden. She’ll trail one long fingernail down my arm when we are
in the car and laugh when she sees my erection sprout up. Best of all, I’ll know that she loves me for my truly slavish devotion
and wants what’s best for me—to be under her control, utterly and completely. She is worth waiting for, and if any women who
fit this bill are reading this, I would love to hear from you. Until then, I’ll be waiting and dreaming about my perfect mistress.

—Mr. Dennis K., Little Rock, Arkansas
     

Last week, my best friend, Jane, convinced me to go with her to an introduction to S&M class. It’s something that she’s wanted
to try for a long time, and she wanted some company. It didn’t sound like my cup of tea, but I’m willing to try anything once.
When we got there, we found twenty people seated in a circle. Contrary to my expectations, the students looked pretty normal,
not dressed in the leather and chains I was expecting.

The instructor, Carl, was a nice guy who patiently explained some of the basic activities of S&M, how to do them safely, and
why some people got off on doing them. I could feel Jane practically bouncing up and down in her seat with excitement, while
I took it all in,
finding myself becoming more and more intrigued. When Carl was done talking and answering questions, he had us all move around
the room to different stations where we could experience a number of kinky activities, from bondage to hot wax to spanking.
I turned to Jane, and she looked back at me with a huge smile on her face before scampering off to get spanked. I wandered
over to the bondage station and watched a girl get strung up to a cross, her arms above her head and her legs spread, each
limb shackled to the wood. My nipples hardened as I watched her pretend to struggle, trying in vain to escape her bonds. It
was her boyfriend who was leading the demo, and they’d clearly done this many times before. When he tugged her hair, then
whispered something in her ear while sliding his hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy, she blushed.

I was amazed not only at the variety of offerings, but by my own reaction. I’d gone to the class on a lark, not really expecting
to learn much or be too engaged, but all of a sudden, I wanted to try everything! Watching the woman struggle helplessly—clearly
enjoying herself and getting off on being bound—unleashed something inside me. And I knew the man I wanted to do the job!
I’d noticed a young, muscular guy sitting in the back checking me out. He was holding a small paddle in his hand that he kept
tapping against his palm while gazing around the room, as if searching for the perfect victim. “Me, me, me!” I wanted to cry,
but instead,
I gradually sidled over to him as we watched the same bondage demonstration.

After a simmering minute of intense stares, he stuck out his hand and said, “I’m Rob. I’m known around here as the resident
top. You look like you’re pretty new to the scene, so if you have any questions, just ask.” On the surface, his words were
innocent, but his voice conveyed his very kinky interest. His eyes roamed all along my body while his fingers slid up and
down the small leather paddle, and I was smitten once again.

“Actually, Rob, this is my first time here, and I’m very curious to try out everything. Would you be interested in showing
me the ropes, so to speak?” As I said it, I stepped closer and placed my hand over his, easing the paddle behind me so it
rubbed against my ass.

“Gladly,” he said, locking both my wrists in his hand and escorting me over to a corner. I gave Jane a thumbs-up sign, stripped
out of all of my clothes but my underwear, and settled myself against the wall. “First, I like to start with a warm-up,” Rob
said, and he began to knead my back and my ass, squeezing deeply with his big, strong hands. Once my body felt like it had
melted into the wall, he spanked me with his hand. It didn’t at all hurt like I thought it would; I felt a sharp sting the
moment his bare hand connected with my skin, but that was immediately followed by a fabulous warmth that radiated throughout
my lower half and ignited delicious feelings inside my body.

His hand was firm yet somehow soft, and he rapidly built up his tempo, explaining what he was doing every step of the way.
“Now your ass is getting a little redder, and I’m building up your tolerance so you’ll be able to enjoy the paddle even more.
Some implements deliver a deeper impact, more of a thud, while my hand and this little leather slapper provide more of a sting.”
His breathing was also getting increasingly heavy as he exerted more and more effort. He moved from side to side so his hand
struck me evenly. I felt myself getting wet and started to worry that even with my panties on, my pussy juice was going to
leak down my leg.

When he began using the paddle, I felt the difference immediately. It was firmer and made my ass sting more, but it also made
my pussy twitch. I started fantasizing about Rob’s cock, wondering how big it was and how it would feel inside me. Carl had
explained that some people simply like to be spanked, and some like to combine spanking and sex; I could tell from my throbbing
cunt that I definitely fell into the latter group. I must have let out a little moan, because Rob leaned down and said to
me, “You’re a natural at this, Selma. We’re going to have to make a private play date so I can go even further with you.”

I trembled at his words, and even though we couldn’t have sex right then, I was getting completely turned on. I’d forgotten
about Jane and everyone else in the room and was focused solely on what Rob was doing to me. After a few more firm smacks,
he
stopped, rubbing my sore ass to soothe the sting. “Now I’m going to tie you up and have some fun,” he said, his voice taking
on a serious tone. He rustled through his large black bag before pulling out a coil of white rope. Another tremor passed through
my body; I’d never been tied up before, but all of a sudden I remembered once fantasizing about being bound and helpless while
a hot stranger had his way with me. Rob said it was okay to get totally naked, and I was so turned on that I did so immediately.
Rob placed the rope between my legs, tugging upward as he tied intricate knots all around my body. He looped the rope around
my breasts and tied it behind me, so my tits jutted out. Then he laid out a yoga mat and had me lie on top of it, before he
brought out a candle.

“I’m going to light this and drip the wax onto your body. It’s made especially for this purpose and smells like vanilla. Just
wait, you’ll love it.” I was a little nervous, but the moment the first drop landed on my skin, I was in heaven. It was hot,
but cooled off almost right away, clinging to my skin. The scent wafted through the air while Rob moved all around me, creating
a pretty pattern on my skin. I looked up and saw that a crowd had formed around us, eager to see what was happening. Somehow,
I’d become the class’s main attraction! He used the same slow build-up process he’d used to spank me, and I found that I reveled
in not being able to escape. He’d placed my hands above my head and tied my wrists together, and the more I
squirmed, the wetter I got. I watched as the wax fell from a few inches above me and splattered onto my skin. I grew to anticipate
and even crave the sensation as the wax landed on my tender flesh.

When Rob moved lower, hovering right over my shaved pussy, I almost asked him to stop, but decided instead to see how this
latest sensation would feel. To my delight, the wax felt hot but arousing—the blood rushing to my pussy lips made me long
to fuck Rob all night. He continued trailing up and down each leg until the candle was almost used up and my body was covered
in wax. He poured some onto my stomach, then rubbed it in. By then, his every touch was sending me closer to my orgasm. I
knew we couldn’t start fucking in the middle of the room, but when he put down the candle, loosened the rope to give him access
to my cunt, then brushed his fingers through my wetness, I moaned. With a few thrusts of his fat fingers inside my dripping-wet
cunt, I was coming. My body curled into a ball as my pussy gripped his fingers urgently while I climaxed. I smiled when the
room exploded in applause as he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them. He offered me his fingers to taste, which I gratefully
did, dreaming of sucking his cock in the same way. My whole body tingled with arousal from what we’d just enjoyed together.