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At six o’clock he put a casserole in the oven on the lowest possible heat; and made his way upstairs to shower in accordance with her instructions … and do everything else that showering now implied for Mike. While she waited, Andrea decided to put a bottle of champagne on ice … they’d share it afterwards, she thought.
He had been kneeling, on all fours, on the bed; for twenty minutes when Andrea finally made her way upstairs. He was wearing suspenders, stockings and high heels; but in accordance with her instructions, no knickers. As she rounded the doorway, Andrea could make out his erect cock, pulsing under his belly.
Unknown to him, she’d already laid out what she’d need in the top drawer of her dresser; but first, she wanted him to satisfy the burning need she felt between her legs. Unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it and walked to the head of the bed. After rearranging the pillows up against the quilted headboard, she climbed onto the bed; and sinking into the pillows, shuffled down until she presented her pussy to his lips.
Mike didn’t need telling what she needed and starting slowly, matched his devotions to her stirring and groans. Grasping handfuls of his hair, Andrea pulled his head up until his tongue reached her clitty … she needed to come … and with his face mashed against her pussy, Mike licked in the way he now knew she liked and almost immediately Andrea was holding her breath, waiting for the first wave to hit her. ‘Ah!’ ‘Ahh!’ ‘Ayeee!’ she screamed as she clamped her thighs against the sides of his head; and then ‘Hmmm!’ Hmm!’ Hmph!’ she hummed after he’d lifted his mouth clear.
Panting, she made an effort to slow her breathing; before wriggling clear and climbing off the bed. Mike remained motionless as she moved across to the dresser – after all, she’d warned him not to move unless she said he could. Standing with her back to him, she opened the top drawer and pulled out the web of leather straps, which was the harness she would wear; lifting the dildo out separately so she kept the harness untangled. Stepping into the two loops she drew it up to her hips, before fastening the belt and cinching the leg loops; leaving the black phallus, much larger than the one on the harness he had worn, jutting out obscenely before her.
After smearing lubricating gel generously over the false penis, she paused only to wipe the excess off her hands; and turned to face Mike, ready to accept his ultimate surrender. His nervous eyes followed her as she walked the few steps to the bed; before bending to kiss his cheek. Then she stepped behind him and climbed once more onto the bed.
During her evening surfing sessions, she’d read many accounts of this act; most of which involved the male being virtually raped … taken against his will. Andrea didn’t want that, but she knew full well what a supreme act of surrender it required on his part. She wanted him to want it and in the future … she hoped he’d long for it … beg her for it even! Reaching round him with both hands, she lay across his back as she rolled the condom down his throbbing cock; and then pushing herself back off his haunches, she directed the tip of the glistening dildo towards his puckered opening.
When it made contact, he flinched but didn’t try to move away. Pressing it lightly against him, she gyrated her hips moving it in a circle with the tip just inside him. Leaning back, she smiled when he sighed as the tip left him; then leant forward and repeated the process, teasing just the tip inside him, before sitting back on her heels once more. This time as she withdrew the tip, his hips moved back as though seeking it out; and as Andrea knelt smiling behind him, he finally offered the surrender she’d been waiting for … ‘Please!’ he begged.
Taking careful aim, she urged her hips forwards and the whole length disappeared inside him. ‘Ahhh!’ he exclaimed as her hips met his rear; before she pulled back, ready for the next thrust. Plunging the dildo back inside his arse, she reached down and grasped his still erect cock. Drawing her hand down his cock each time she rocked her hips forward, Andrea gloried in his surrender as he howled and pumped his seed into the waiting condom. Afterwards, Andrea knelt over him, the dildo still jutting out from her groin; as lying passively, he opened his mouth, allowing her to feed him from the open end of the condom.
Abandoning the empty pink rubber tube and wiping her hands on his skin, Andrea stepped down from the bed and unfastening the harness, allowed it to drop to the floor, where it landed with a dull thud. Scooping up her skirt from the floor, she slipped out of the room; leaving a dazed Mike to tidy up.
Andrea was fully clothed as Mike, still dressed in only suspenders, stockings and high heels, walked somewhat shakily into the lounge. Looking up she noted, though made no comment, on his near naked condition. After all, Andrea reasoned; given the way they’d just emphatically confirmed their relative status, his state of undress seemed entirely appropriate.
‘Why don’t you open the wine darling?’ she said, nodding towards the ice bucket. Mike quickly removed the wire closure and despite his still unsteady hands; managed to remove the cork, allowing just the merest hiss of gas to escape, as the pressure was released. Having poured one glass, he looked towards her and, receiving her nod of approval in response; poured a second. Walking over with his limp cock dangling free, as though it was the most natural thing in the world; he handed Andrea one of the glasses he held, before responding to her gaze, he fell to his knees between her feet.
Leaning forward, Andrea kissed him roughly. She could tasted his spunk on his lips; and when she released his lower lip, he was trembling and looked as though he was about to speak. Leaning further forward, she rested her cheek against his. ‘Thank you!’ he whispered in her ear. Drawing back, she cocked an inquisitive eyebrow: he’d said ‘thank you’ but for Andrea that wasn’t quite enough. Swallowing, Mike looked up into her eyes, somehow knowing she wanted to hear more. ‘Thank you for taking me’, he managed to stutter.
This is an extract from the novel Vows of Submission, which can be accessed at http://www.lulu.com/content/221656
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