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“So hungry, yes,” she murmured.

Expertly, Janet’s fingers began to stroke her clitoris.

“That’s right,” he said. “You’re still so hungry and the hunger is increasing as your fingers explore your body. Your nipples are hard and erect. Your hunger is there, too. Touch your breast with one hand and your pussy with the other. It’s the only way to ease your suffering.”

From where he sat near her feet, he could watch her hands as she gave herself pleasure. Suddenly, instead of wanting to fuck her, Brian wanted to watch her face as she climaxed. “You can feel the orgasm building inside of you. You cannot control the excitement. You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“That’s wonderful. I want you to climax. I want to see you come.”

Suddenly, her back arched and her mouth opened. She threw her head back and a cry of pleasure burst from her lips. Her hands kept stroking and fondling until the ripples of pleasure stopped.

While he waited for Janet’s breathing to ease, he debated with himself. He knew exactly what he wanted, what had haunted his fantasies for so many years, but he was still hesitant.

Janet lay quietly with her eyes closed. “Janet,” he said, “you’re still hungry, but not in your pussy. The hunger’s all in your hands and your mouth. Your hand aches with the need to touch me. The only thing you can think about to relieve your hunger is my cock. You want to hold it and suck it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, “hold you and suck you.” Her eyes opened and she gazed at Brian’s cock. “Let me hold you.”

“I want you to touch me. Do whatever you need to ease your hunger.”

Hesitantly, Janet got up and knelt between Brian’s legs. She reached out and touched Brian’s cock, which was huge and stood up in front of his belly. The tip glistened with tiny drops of fluid.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. She stroked and fondled his balls. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the end of his penis. Still stroking the base, she took the end of his erection in her mouth and tasted the salty fluid.

With increasing enthusiasm, she sucked and stroked until Brian knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He knew that Janet usually didn’t like him to climax in her mouth, but he would tell her to forget. He reached down and placed one hand on the back of her head and one hand on her throat. He wanted to feel her swallow his come.

He climaxed deep in her throat. Over and over, he spurted. He could feel the movements in her neck as she swallowed. He couldn’t remember having been so excited or so satisfied.

Heavily, he let his head fall back onto the sofa cushions as Janet sat quietly on the floor between his legs. He knew that he would have to waken her soon and be sure that she forgot what she had just done, but he wanted to float here a bit longer.

As his mind cleared, he panicked. How would he explain what had just happened? He would have to tell Janet something. She would know from the wetness that remained from her orgasm and maybe from the taste in her mouth. He couldn’t tell her what he had done, it was just too weird. She would be shocked.

He took a deep breath and let it out. “It was so wonderful,” he whispered.

“It certainly was,” Janet said.

It took a moment for the words to register. Janet shouldn’t be saying anything. He jerked his head up and looked at her as she gazed up at him. “What did you say?” he asked.

Slowly, a huge grin spread over her face. “I said that it certainly was wonderful.”

“You’re not hypnotized!” he said.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” She giggled. Then she climbed onto the sofa and wrapped her arms around Brian’s chest.

“I don’t understand,” Brian said.

“I enjoyed tonight more than I’ve enjoyed anything for a long time. Don’t try to understand why I love being completely under your control, darling. Just accept that I love it when you tell me what to do. I don’t have to be afraid of doing things wrong, I know I’m doing exactly what you want me to.”

Brian said nothing. He stared at Janet and tried to understand what she was saying.

“I’ve always wanted to do the things we did tonight,” Janet continued, “but I was afraid. This hypnotism thing seemed to give me the opportunity to belong to you completely. And it was just as erotic as I imagined it would be.”

She looked into Brian’s eyes. “Are you disappointed that I wasn’t really hypnotized? Isn’t it enough that I was under your spell and that we both enjoyed it?”

“You really enjoyed it?”

“More than I ever thought I would.”

“I did, too,” Brian admitted. “Your hands and your mouth drove me crazy. It was really all right that I watched you come?”

Janet hugged him tightly. “Stop worrying. Just promise me that you’ll mesmerize me again soon.”

Brian smiled and nodded. He wrapped his arms around his wife and thought about all the things he would have her do the next time she was “under his power.”

Bondage.
Bondage is a way to establish a different type of control. Obviously, someone who is tied up cannot have any say in what’s happening and the partner is completely free to do anything. It’s control, however, not force. Bondage is never meant to be a way to
force
someone to cooperate. All these games are for two partners who both enjoy the activity.

If you decide to try tying someone up, use whatever is handy. It’s not necessary to begin with “The Beginners Bondage Kit,” purchased from a catalog. Later on, however, reminding your partner that you own restraints and intend to use them may be enough to start your juices flowing.

Old neckties, stockings, soft ribbon, or rope make ideal restraints. Don’t use wire or thin twine that will cut into flesh, and take extreme care not to tie so tightly that you cause injury. In the heat of passion, you might not notice that bonds have become too tight. You or your partner could end up with marks that are difficult to explain or even painful. Be careful of burns as you slide rope around your partner’s body. Also, use bow- or slipknots that can be untied quickly in emergency situations, but don’t tie your partner in such a way that he can get free. Nothing ruins a bondage fantasy more quickly than being tied and knowing you can get out. It defeats the whole purpose. And definitely let your partner “suffer” by watching you tie him up. Tell him what you’re doing as you bind him very slowly and then list the things you’re going to do later. It’s incredibly arousing.

Also, don’t restrict yourself to tying your partner spread-eagled to the bed. Try facedown, or faceup, with wrists tied to ankles or knees. Try tying her hands behind her back, or tying her up on her hands and knees. Tie him bent over a table, with wrists and ankles tied to the legs, or over the back of a chair. The varieties are endless. Some are described in the sections that follow. Others, you’ll have the pleasure of discovering on your own.

Hollering Uncle.
One of the enjoyable parts of role playing and bondage is being able to yell for help, scream, or beg for mercy. On the other hand, it is vital for the one in control to know when she has gone so far that the excitement level is being reduced, not heightened. These games are not supposed to be one-sided. They are supposed to provide pleasure to both parties. When this is no longer true, it’s time to stop.

Therefore, it is most important that you have a code word, agreed to in advance, that means, “I really want you to stop.” My partner and I use the term
holler uncle.
This allows us to get as deeply into acting out a fantasy as we wish without any misunderstandings.

These control games are not supposed to be endurance contests. Don’t wait so long to holler uncle that all the pleasure is gone. I have done that on occasion, afraid to spoil the enjoyment for my partner, and I have ended up spoiling an enjoyable experience for both of us.

Sometimes the opportunity for a new control game appears where you least expect it. If you have your mind open, you will realize what your partner is suggesting and you can seize the moment. As you will see in the story that follows, Susan and Frank explored their game of control after an evening of role playing and dressing up. Before we get to their story, however, let’s take a moment to talk about playing dress-up, an activity that can lead to many interesting new places.

Playing Dress-up.
I have played dress-up many times, but I’ll never forget the first time. I felt so silly, I almost chickened out. For Valentine’s Day, my partner had given me a tiny red G-string with a zipper up the skimpy front and a bikini top with zippers up each bra cup, and I wanted to put it on that evening. While my partner was in the bathroom, I undressed and stared at the small bits of fabric. I swallowed hard and put the two pieces on. As I stood and looked at myself in the mirror over my bureau, I felt ridiculous. I was then in my mid-forties, with a decent, but not twenty-year-old figure. I had a few bulges in places that were no longer hidden. It also felt aggressive, as if I was inviting sex, which nice girls didn’t do.

I started to pull the top off when I heard the bathroom door open behind me. My eyes were drawn to my partner’s face as he looked at me. In that moment, all my embarrassment disappeared. The look on his face made it all worthwhile.

Needless to say, playing dress-up is very awkward the first time, particularly for a woman. Women, throughout their lives, have been brainwashed into believing that they are supposed to be passive and not the ones to initiate sexual activity. Dressing up in costume is unfamiliar and somehow sexually aggressive, at least for me.

It’s also exciting, however, especially if your partner is turned on by particular clothing. Remember that a few seductive clothes are more alluring than no clothes at all. Peruse some of those lingerie catalogs. Try a teddy, or a lacy slip or nightgown. Wear one of those bras with half cups or crotchless panties. Tell him what you’re wearing under your clothes before you go out for an evening and then let anticipation heighten the experience.

There is also something extraerotic about making love almost fully dressed. My partner loves to reach under my skirt, knowing that I am naked underneath. Try going without underpants or bra and then make love on the kitchen counter or in the yard while still mostly dressed.

Go through your wardrobe and find some items that you no longer want. Then consider them disposable clothing and let your partner know that you’d like to have your clothing ripped or slowly cut off of your body, maybe while you’re tied up.

If you aren’t in the mood for dressing up in unusual clothing, buy some different makeup or wild costume jewelry for you or your partner. If it’s for you, use it to change your looks for a particular game. A change in your looks can frequently bring about a change in your behavior and that of your partner. If the new article is for your partner, package it with a copy of an erotic story or wrap it in a relevant article from a magazine to suggest the roles you’d like to play. If you’ve gotten into dominant/submissive games, wear appropriate clothes—black pants and top, leather, or something lacy and feminine. Try dressing up as a student and teacher or sultan and slave or doctor and patient. The possibilities are endless. Dressing up can change your whole outlook.

SUSAN AND FRANK’S STORY

Susan decided later that the Halloween party changed her life. “Changed her life” sounded like an overstatement, but after that evening, her relationship with her husband, Frank, was not the same.

When they married seven years earlier, Frank was a construction worker. The Southern California sun bronzed his six-foot-two-inch, 180-pound body and lightened his sandy blond hair. The hard physical labor toughened his body so not a bit of fat remained. His blue eyes sparkled and he had an infectious smile. Now he was a foreman, but he still worked outdoors most of the time.

Susan worked as a secretary for four lawyers and frequently lamented her work load and late nights. She hated the fact that she had to wear conservative business suits that effectively concealed the soft curves of her five-foot-three-inch body. She kept her brown eyes hidden beneath large tortoiseshell glasses and she wore little makeup.

The change in their lives began when their friends Tom and Jennifer invited them to a Halloween masquerade party. Frank and Susan discussed their costumes at length and quickly discarded the standard period outfits. They both wanted something much more creative, something that would allow each of them to be a bit exhibitionistic. Their costumes would be a complete change from their five-day-a-week nine-to-five existence. It was the day before the party when they hit upon the idea. Susan would play a girl pirate and Frank would be her slave and bodyguard. They rushed around to a number of costume shops and rummaged deep into their closets until they finally put together the exact outfits they wanted.

The evening of the party, to heighten their grand entrance, they arrived late, both wearing trench coats.

First, Susan dramatically removed her coat. Conversation stopped as her costume was revealed. She wore black short shorts, which barely covered her behind, and a bright red shirt, which she had unbuttoned to reveal a good amount of cleavage. Over the shirt, she wore a black bolero jacket, and the lower half of her long legs was encased in tall black boots polished to a high shine. She had covered her eyes with a small black domino mask.