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Beware What You Ask For - 2 (Fdom-M, wife)
by Anon PIXNIX Author - 1989

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     "Yessss," she hissed.  "That feels very good, my slave."  Carl's 
tongue darted between the soft cheeks of Stefanie's ass, and began 
to slip into the open, willing hole of her anus.  She laughed softly to 
herself as she reveled in the tingling sensations his licking sent 
through her pussy and ass.  But when she looked down at his cock, 
she saw his hands were moving on the turgid shaft.  This she 
would not allow!
 
     "STOP!" she commanded, pulling her ass away from Carl's now 
hungrily sucking mouth.  She turned around and her face was 
clouded  with anger as she bent over her errant man.  "How DARE 
you play with your prick without my permission?!  Have you 
forgotten ALREADY who your mistress is?  Have you forgotten who 
tells you when you may cum?  Or play with that filthy little dick?"  
She raised the crop to his face and traced up and down his jaw.  
"You seem to think we are playing some kind of game, nasty 
slut...but you are only partly right."   Stefanie turned away from 
the naked body of her husband and looked around the room at the 
pornographic pictures she had taped to the walls.  "You are going to 
be my slave in all sexual ways from now on," she said in a low, 
lust-laden voice that somehow conveyed a cold sense of menace as 
well.  "You had better understand that.  When you serve me well, 
and service my hungry body as I desire....then I 
MIGHT let you cum, I MIGHT cater to YOUR lusts....but always you 
will do as I say in sex.  Always."  She stepped back to him, seeming 
to tower above him.  "Do you understand me, nasty boy?"
 
     "Y-yes," he stammered huskily.  Stefanie sneered and brought 
the riding crop down across his chest, making sure she struck his 
nipples.
 
     "Yes, WHO, slut?"
 
     With an audible gulp, Carl whispered, "Yes, Mistress Stefanie."
 
     His wife smiled as she reached down and loosened the thongs 
binding his cock and hands together, then pushed his hands up to 
his stomach.  "That's better," she said.  She slid a hand down 
between Carl's legs and grasped the end of the huge black dildo-
vibrator that still filled his ass,  and with a girlish giggle turned it 
fully on.  
 
     Carl groaned, and he cried out loud when he felt his wife's hot 
tongue tease mercilessly along the underside of his cockhead.  She 
nibbled at him, and his asshole throbbed around the pulsing 
rubber cock until his body began to arch with an impending 
climax....and Stefanie stopped licking and pulled the dildo from his 
yawning anus as she squeezed the base of his cock tightly.  Then from
her "bag of tricks" she pulled a metal ring, barely big enough to
fit around Carl's hard penis.  She pushed the cock-ring down to
the base of his shaft, and grinned lustfully as she watched the
turgid prick swell even more...and she knew he would neither cum
nor grow soft until she was ready.
 
     "Not yet," she said.  "Cumming will never be that easy for you 
again, my slut...my slave."  She straddled his face again and spread
her asscheeks wide.  "Now, let's begin again, shall we?  With your
tongue in my ass..."
 
(to be continued)
 