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 The females of this world have been handed an impossible image to live up to. 
Magazines that display the loveliness of the female figure and put her charms
on display for all to see, have created a false image of female perfection.  I
know, as well as other men, that the women pictured in these magazines are
beautiful, desirous and wonderfully proportioned.  However, they are not
average women.  They are not the "perfect" female that they pretend to be. 
They are an airbrushed idealization of female sexuality and eroticism.  As a
matter of fact as little as 50 years ago, they would not represent the ideal
female at all. 

We are all victims of another man's images.  We males are forced into judging
our partners bodies against the false standards created by male ego and
insensitivities. 

Most women see themselves as flawed in their own minds eye.  Most women feel
that some physical attribute is not right and wish that they could change it. 
Some of the worlds most "beautiful" women feel inadequate in some area of
their appearance.  The truth is that the old adage that "beauty is in the eye
of the beholder" is accurate. 

Ann, like many other women, never really felt beautiful.  No matter how many
times I told her that she was, she somehow failed to believe that.  Her
figure?  Well a 35-23-36 figure is nothing to be ashamed of.  But Ann didn't
think much of it.  Her breasts were too small, her waist too big and her rear
end too fat.  Besides, now she had a few stretch marks from mothering three
wonderful kids, now that was really something to be concerned about.  Ann's
belly button didn't sink in far enough. Her nose wasn't right because it has
this small bump on it. Her hair wasn't perfect either.  Ann was sure that I
could have married some other beauty queen was never fully sure why I married
her. She felt inadequate in many respects.  In short, Ann saw Ann through eyes
clouded by Hollywood image makers and Playboy plastic.  Ann did not see Ann
through the eyes of my love for her. 

How did I see Ann?  Well surely this must be a different person because it
doesn't match the one she carried around.  I see Ann as a stunningly beautiful
female.  When we go out, it gives me great pleasure to see other men eyeing
her perfectly shaped legs, her pleasantly curved and sexy behind and her
small, wonderfully firm breasts.  I love the way her face radiates her
personality and her obvious joy with life.  I love the devotion that sparkles
in her eyes as she looks at me.  I am facinated by the curve of her lips, the
cuteness of her small nose (bump and all) and the soft brunette hair that
frames her face.  In short, Ann is radiantly beautiful.  She is my centerfold. 
I know her figure is not propped up and will be just as lovely when the
clothes are removed as it is while she wears them.  Ann does not look her age.
She looks much younger. 

Ann told me that she never fantasized nor had she ever masturbated.  Ann was
not aware of her own sensuality at all.  Her sexual feelings were supressed
until we were together.  She was a good lover.  She was willing to do anything
I wanted in bed.  She loved oral sex and when aroused, could make love with a
fury and recklessness that was wonderful. 
�j      ܌But Ann was repressed.  She could not express her desires, she could not voice
her feelings on any aspect of our sexual relationship.  Her repression gave
rise to my own.  I wanted to share fantasies with her and be able to make love
with total abandon.  I wanted to here her call out to me during orgasm. I
wanted her to be free to say "Fuck me!" if that was what she felt.  But
repression being what it is, we never discussed it. 

I remembered we had shared a book one time on female fantasies.  She read them
with great interest.  When we were through she timidly confided in me that
there was one that captivated her imagination.  In this fantasy the woman was
tied to the bed while her lover brought her to one screaming orgasm after
another.  Amazingly enough this matched my wildest fantasy.  But I was too
inhibited to try it out with Ann.  I was a fool! I should have read the desire
at that point, but I didn't. 

The problem was simple enough: I was afraid that she would reject me, or
worse, go along even though repulsed! Ann was afraid to be viewed as a whore
or a slut! Simple problem to define, one not so easy to overcome.  We even
talked about it, but skirted the issue and minimized the importance - testing
the waters, so to speak.  But we got nowhere. 

Our lovemaking, while satifying physically, was almost boring.  I knew that if
anything was to change I had to make it happen.  It wasn't up to Ann to
initiate the changes, it was up to me.  It took a lot of thought and time for
me to come to the decision that was made.  I needed to trust her in the way I
would want her to trust me.  I needed to become the architect or our
relationship.  I was the one who saw Ann in the light I described, therefore I
was the one who possessed the blueprint for making her into my dream lover, my
submissive lover.  If I did not show the willingness to dominate, she would
not show the initiative to submit.  We had all of the proper elements working
for us; love, trust and devotion.  The only thing needed was a catalyst.  I
was that catalyst. 

Ann no longer sees herself as she did before - now she sees herself through my
eyes.  It took a lot of work (delightful work) to make her that way.  Now she
is confident.  When we are together in public, she radiates her sensuality. 
Her walk, her self-assurance and her attitude blend with her appearance to
present to all who see her a startling image of a wholesome, sensuous and
self- assured woman.  Ann is incredibly erotic.  She is aware of her female
charms and uses them to keep me in constant awareness of her willingness to
share them with me. 

I have created an atmosphere in our relationship that lets her know that I
desire her almost continuously.  I can no longer be near her without fondling
her breasts, pulling her close to feel her body mold itself to mine or sliding
a hand underneath her skirt to feel the silky texture of her thigh or warmth
of her sex. 

What follows is a history (in part) of my domination of Ann.  My taking
control and leading her into the pleasures of submission.  What has resulted
is almost too wonderful to describe in written words.  Ann has become the
living embodiment of all of my desires, fantasies and most of all my
conception of the perfect female.  I know that if there is anything lacking,
we will discover it and together will make it happen for us.  We have indeed�j      ܌become one flesh. 

No, I am not married to a beauty queen, a Playboy centerfold girl or even a
runner-up to these supposedly enviable places in the hearts of the
all-american male.  I am simply married to the sexiest, most erotic and
sensual lover on the face of the earth.  In my eyes she is more beautiful then
any other woman could be.  Her figure is perfect.  Her face is captivating. 
Her personality is superb.  Her dedication to our happiness and pleasure is
remarkable. 

Ann is the epitome of womanhood.  She is all that any female could ever desire
to be.  Ann is erotic.  Ann is sensual.  Ann is beautiful.  I know - I made
her that way! 

Introduction 

 I hate justification, but I think it is necessary to write my thoughts here
if only to remind myself later on, should they become dim or confused.  I know
that there are many people who will be shocked and appaled by these thoughts,
but I believe them to be accurate.  In any case, they are for both Ann and I,
if not for others. 

I only can justify these concepts by laying claim to the fact that I am an
incurable romantic.  I still believe that the knight on the white charger was
meant to rescue and protect the fair maiden.  Old fashion?  Not for me and
certainly not for Ann. 

Woman, that creature that men everywhere base their most secret desires and
fantasies on, has become a walking, living dichotomy.  She has been forced
into the position of having to assert her independence and become man's rival
in our modern society.  It is my opinion that we have all been dealt a
terrible hand in the game of love and sexual persuit. 

We have fallen for a lie monstrously concocted out of hidden fears and unjust
suppositions.  This is not to say that I believe that women have not been
misused in certain situations, just that the reaction to these abuses have
spilled over into areas that have dulled roamnce and permeated love with
suspicions of selfish motives. 

The nature of woman is to respond to man.  Woman as the aggressor is a lie of
modern society.  And at what cost has this lie been accepted?  The differences
between the sexes is becoming blurred and boundries, once clear, have become
hazy.  To many, the word "commitment" has become a word in the dictionary, no
more, no less.  Marriage is entered into with divorce as an option, almost a
self- fulfilling prophecy. 

Instead of man looking at his partner as one who is to be "loved, honored and
cherished as long as we both shall live", he now sees her as a competitor in
many of life's endeavors. Some even find that the strain of becoming equal
soon devastates the ability to love, makes honoring impossible and deals a
death blow to his ability to cherish.  As with all natural laws, violation
inevitably brings tragic results. Man is meant to dominate woman as surely as
woman is meant to be submissive to man.  To do otherwise is to violate a basic
law of both natures. �j      ܌
There is a paradox associated with this order of things.  One that was
probably best expressed in Christian thought governing relationships.  "The
one who is to become greatest among you, shall become the least." "He who
exalts himself shall be humbled.  He who humbles himself, shall be exalted."
These expressions of the paradox are accurate and hold the truth in the matter
of male/female relationships.  This paradox is contained in the very concept
of domination and submission. 

The vision conjured up in so many minds is one of authoritarian rule and
despotic subjugation.  This is not the case at all. If it was the case it
would become just as much of a violation of natural law as female domination
of man.  All power that is true power is granted from the one in submission. 
The very definition of submission is to allow onself to be ruled over.  The
word "allow" is the key word. In other words, to grant the dominant partner
the permission to dominate - a dichotomy to be sure.  There is nothing more
confusing then this concept; for in the overall scheme of things, the one in
submission is the one in control. 

Chancing total alienation in the mind of my readers, I put forth that the
woman who willingly gives herself to become the "possession" of a man lucky
enough to receive this gift, becomes the object of man's most dedicated
attention.  Never has a gift more precious been offered to a man then the
fragility of a female's trust.  She says to him, "I am yours to do with as you
wish.  I trust you with my feelings, my body and most especially with my soul. 
I offer it to you because I am willing to risk that you will love, honor and
cherish this gift." 

The phrases "she belongs to me" and "she is mine" take on a new meaning in
light of this precious offering.  She suddenly finds herself to be the center
of his affections.  She becomes vulnerable to his attention and finds herself
becomming the woman he desires in his most intimate and private thoughts. He
does in fact begin to cherish this gift of love, his warmth causing her to
become pliable as she gives herself over to become his.  He now begins the
task of molding her into what he sees as his dream woman.  He carefully and
consciously creates in her the willingness and then guides her to be his
sensual and erotic lover. 

She finds herself believing, for it is true, that she is the epitome of
womanhood, the very essence of all that is desireable and voluptuous.  She no
longer feels the need to compete for his ardor or attention, for she has
become the unswerving center of his adoration.  She believes in herself, her
sexiness, her attractiveness and her unbound ability to hold him captive in
her submissive nature. 

He is caught, bound up in her web of tenderness, held captive to her
allurement.  Suddenly he finds that he can tell her anything without fear of
rejection.  He discovers that his fantasies now have a face - her face.
Communication becomes the center, the very heart, of the relationship.  The
ultimate of human communication, sexual communication, becomes a new and
wonderfully exciting experience for both of them. 

What follows is an account of my adventures into this world of total
commitment with Ann, my wife of fifteen years.  It may be viewed as a book of�j      ܌suggestions, ice breakers and advanced
ideas.  What you are reading is meant
to arouse you and provoke you into becoming an inventive lover.  Remember that
these are our experiences and they may not appeal to you in all ways. Besides
it is not meant to be a script to follow, but simply a record of events that
turned a hum-drum love affair into a raging hot bed of passionate renewal. 
These are fantasies lived out.  Sometimes modified to suit the sensibilities
of my lover, they provoked in me as well as Ann, transport unknown in our
entire married life. 

Ann and I don't live like this every day.  These are games.  Well planned and
designed to bring newness to our sexual experiences.  Ann is submissive in our
marriage in all ways.  She enjoys having me be her strong mate.  She thrives
by allowing me to lead her.  She is a wonderful woman, my lover and above all
my best friend. 

Her opinions, needs and wants are valued deeply and nothing that I do is
without mutual consent.  Ann is brilliant and her mind is amazing to me.  She
thinks with a clarity that I can depend on no matter what the situation. Her
insights and creativity bring me great joy. Ann is my woman. She is my most
valuable possession.  I cherish her for what she has given to me - the gift of
herself. 

What I write on these pages therefore, I do with the fond hope that some of my
readers will discover that there is unbound pleasure and unending love to be
found in the oldest of human relationships - marriage.  I know that there are
some who will think this book horrible.  There are others who will consider it
pornographic.  There will be still others who will think I should be sent back
in time, relegated to some less enlightened age.  However there are some of
you who will take what you read here as confirmation of your deepest desires. 
It is to you that this book is dedicated. 

Take courage, my male friends.  Your "Ann" is awaiting your emergence as her
dominating lover, the one to whom she can give her all. 

For my female readers, you are the key to the entire experiment.  Only you can
give the gift necessary to make this your story.  I fling this book into the
face of woman's liberation.  I use it as my gauntlet to challenge modern
society to once more pick up the lance of romantic love and go out to conquer
whatever dragons stand in its way! 

Michael

February, 1985  - The Aniversary - 

How do I say what is on my mind?  Fifteen years of marriage and we are still in
love, but something is tarnished. 

Ann is such a gentle woman and amazingly beautiful in my eyes.  Today is our
anniversary and I have booked the hotel suite for the weekend.  We will go
there and have a marvelous weekend.  Yes marvelous, but not a phenomenal
weekend. 

We will spend a lot of time making love and talking about the past and the
great life we have together.  We will discuss everything from the kids to the�j      ܌inlaws.  Ann and I will then make love
some more. 

We will spend most of our time doing silly things, fun things.  I will look at
her face and her nicely rounded body and my thoughts will drift off into a
fantasy world, lost in impressions of what we could have together.  Thoughts
and dreams that are filled with the frustrated desires of passion beyond what
our boring sexual routine delivers. 

That is not to say that Ann is boring, quite the contrary, she is alive
sexually, very much alive.  But I somehow have the feeling that we have lived
with our toes in the water for fifteen years, testing the water, but not
jumping in.  Life has become a paradox.  Ann and I have become predictable,
familiar lovers. 

I know exactly how she responds to me.  I cannot remember a time when she has
not responded to my insistance, no matter what the issue.  Ann is happiest
when I am strong and leading her.  The predictable familiarity is my fault,
not hers.  I have allowed it to happen. 

Somehow I do not trust Ann.  Oh yes, I trust her in areas where I am not
vulnerable to rejection.  God! What a terribly selfish thought.  Deep inside
me I know that Ann has never done that to me, yet somehow the fear of looking
or sounding like a fool or worse, a sexual deviant, is overwhelming to me. 

All of these thoughts are racing through my head.  Colliding, conflicting,
carroming off one another like a demolition derby, one thought destroying the
next! What I believe to be the truth and what I believe will make life with
Ann refreshing and wonderful, surely goes against all modern thought. 

If we are to make it together for another fifteen years - it will be up to me. 

If the truth were known, I would never keep this diary unless I believed it
would become a chronology of a love story so meaningful that I have preserved
it for our pleasure in times to come.  I wonder what Ann will say when she
reads this many years from now.  I feel like a little child peeking into a
forbidden book in the back room of a library. 

But I am committed to this project now.  I will make Ann into my fantasy
lover.  The woman who is so overwhelmingly erotic and sexy that I cannot keep
my thoughts, much less my hands, off of her.  I will chance becoming a fool
for her and for me! 

 

- The Decision - 

Our aniversary weekend is as I predicted, with one exception.  I let it go
that way in order to collect my thoughts and let a plan formulate in my mind. 
Our love making was - well it was routine.  We talked of the very things I
knew we would - sort of a mini version of "The Year in Review".  We laughed
and even cried a little over the memories. 

I spend my time studying Ann.  While doing what was familiar and expected on
the outside, I am creating her anew on the inside. �j      ܌
Her face is a study in care and love.  Ann's soft brown hair frames a face
that expresses her thoughts before she speaks them.  I look into her
grey-green eyes and marvele at the flashes of love that seem to light up my
world of thought.  Her eyes have always facinated me.  They are like velvet
traps that can ensnare me with a glance.  They tell me what she feels on the
inside.  I read her moods in them.  Ann's eyes are so large that they surround
her conversation with insight into her soul. 

Her mouth is full and her lips are meant to be kissed and tasted.  It amazes
me when I think of how sexualy expressive her mouth is.  Her lips fairly
glistened with temptation as if they were are primarily to be kissed and only
secondarily used to form words.  They express a life of their own when she
speaks.  Her gentle words trickle out between them given meaning by the
expression her lips form as she speaks.  The flash of her pink tongue as she
runs it over her bottom lip is just another erotic invitation to taste them. 
Her words are given an additional softness by their texture. 

I was lost in these thoughts when somewhere in the distance I thought I heard
my name.  "Michael?" By the time she spoke it a third time, I shook my head
clear and returned to the hotel room.  I must have looked like a kid who had
been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

Ann laughed her silly little laugh and asked me what took me away on such a
long journey into myself.  I took her hand and returned a smile and asked her
if she was sure she wanted to know.  She shook her head yes. 

I do not believe I will ever forget the look on her face as I spilled out the
feelings inside of me.  I was about to take a step forward that would change
our lives for "better or for worse". 

"Ann, I am not sure how to express all that I feel right now.  I will try, but
you have to forgive me if it sounds a bit jumbled.  I love you, love you so
much that it hurts me to know that we are predictable and boring.", I began. 
Ann lowered her eyes and I knew that she was feeling the same thing. 

"I am taking a chance too, hon.  Look, tell me you can't set your watch by our
sexual routine.  I don't mean that it isn't pleasurable, but it is
predictable.", I couldn't help but laugh. 

To lighten up the conversation (well maybe just a tad out of embarassment too)
I continued as if I were a clinical sex therapist: 

"Kiss her mouth...  there, that's it! Ummmmmm...  nice lips.  Now it is time
to nibble on her neck and fondle the right breast.  Keep checking those
nipples and see if she is getting hot! Now for a quick feel between her
legs...  nope, not wet yet!", by now both of us were laughing at ourselves. 

"Seriously, Ann, can you see it, or is it just me?" 

"No, it isn't just you.  I have had the same thoughts.", she agreed. 

"Well", I continued, "I want to do something about it.  I want to refocus our
lives on us.  Not just the sex, but on our relationship as a whole.  This�j      ܌sounds very selfish, but I believe we have
become great parents, good friends
to others, and wonderful homemakers.  My job, your work at home, the kids,
finances - all of this has somehow turned our heads from the main goal we had
when we married.  I know these things are important, but I also know that we
have allowed them to rob us of each other.  We married each other.  Our vows
were to each other, not all of these other things.  We need to refocus our
lives." 

I looked up to see her following my every word and did not have to ask her if
she agreed. 

"The problem is simple to define.  I have abdicated my position to
circumstances.  I have not been strong for you.  I intend to change that, Ann. 
I want you to agree to one thing only, ok?", I asked. 

"Sure, Michael.  What is it?", Ann looked into my eyes. 

"I want you to become totally submissive to me.  I want you to follow my lead. 
I know this sounds weird and by today's standards even abnormal, but I can
promise you that you will not regret it for one moment." 

"I don't understand this at all.  What do I do?" 

"Not a thing, hon.  Just follow my lead." 

When I was through, Ann's eyes were sparkling with moisture and a radiance
that signaled that I had touched her innermost being wrote itself all over her
face.  It was a dream come true for her too.  I was not alone in my feelings,
Ann was right there in the midst of them. 

Yes, I am sure now that there is much undiscovered love planted deeply inside
both of us.  I am going to bring it out in the open.  Ann and I will find a
newness and joy unrivaled even by the delight of discovery of each other in
our early marriage. 

March, 1986 

- The Domination Begins - 

I took time today to send flowers to Ann.  A simple note was attached to them
reading: 

     Dearest Ann: 

     Please be ready to go out to dinner tonight at 6 pm. 

     Love, Michael 

I wonder if she has them yet?  

Ann looked beautiful when I arrived home that night.  she greeted me at the
door and I dropped my briefcase in the hall and told the kids not to wait up
for us. 
�j      ܌I opened the passanger door for her before going to my side.  Funny how a
little thing like that politeness had slipped away from me.  I got into the
car and put the keys into the ignition.  Instead of starting the car, I looked
into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was.  I wanted her to feel sexy
and desirable. 

"Ann, your breasts are beautiful." and slid a hand under her blouse to caress
one of them.  She was startled, but pressed against my hand. 

"When we get home, I want to make love to you, Ann.  I want to feel your warm
body against mine.  I love you.", I said as I moved away from her to drive us
to dinner.  Ann just blushed and made a silly joke.  It was her way of telling
me that she was glad I liked them, but she didn't believe it. 

The rest of the evening was spent making small talk and flashing knowing
smiles between us.  Several times during the evening, I caught her off guard
by expressing some overtly sexual thought out loud and out of context.  When
we got home, Ann was not prepared for what happened. 

Turning out the headights of the car, I slid over to her and without saying a
word, reached under her skirt and began to slide her panties off.  She began
to protest, but I looked sternly at her and told her to be quiet.  She didn't
say another word as I continued to remove her panties. 

I slid my hand between her legs to feel that she was more then a bit ready to
make love.  I covered her mouth with mine and drank deeply of her mounting
passion.  I waited until we were both unable to contain our desire and
stopped. 

I opened the door to the car and led her to the house.  At the front door, I
pinned her against the house and lifted her dress to her thighs as I kissed
her again.  I let my hand find her moist warmth and slid it over the silkiness
of her sex as we kissed passionately once more. 

"Michael, the neighbors!" 

"Shhhhhh." Was my only reply as I continued to explore her wetness with my
hand. 

I could hear aroused excitement in her breath.  She was kissing passionately
and moving her body against mine now. 

"I want to be inside you, Ann.  I want to feel your warmth around me, to feel
the slipperiness of your pussy." 

"Mmmmmmmmm, yes, Michael.  I want you inside me too" 

I pushed her hand to the obvious bulge in my pants and bit her neck as she
began a soft rhythmical stroking motion.  I had to stop her before I came.  I
was out of control now.  Stepping back slightly, I undid her blouse and
unhooked her bra.  Lowering my mouth to her breast, I felt her press backwards
into the corner.  Her hands found the sides of my head as she moved her torso
forcing my lips and tongue to bathe the soft mound of flesh that I loved to
fondle. �j      ܌
Ann no longer had mastery over her thoughts or body.  I dropped to my knees
and her hand went to her breast and continued to tease its swollen and
sensitive nipple.  She gathered her skirt in her other hand and thrust her
hips forward, spreading her legs and giving me access to her warmth.  As I
tasted her musky sweetness, I heard her utter involuntary, animal-like noises. 
Ann was whining her excitement now as I teased her velvety moisture with the
tip of my tongue. 

I looked up to her face and saw her chewing the back of her hand to try to
silence her growing ardor.  Her eyes were shut and her expression spoke of
uncontrolled pleasure.  Ann was coming now.  Unable any longer to prevent her
squeals of delight, or control the gyration of her hips, she was caught in the
rapture of the moment.  Her entire body stiffened suddenly as bolts of
pleasure shot through her lower body.  I could feel muscles reacting to the
detonation of thousands of nerve endings. 

Ripples of satisfaction crashed through her body and communicated the
intensity to me.  I heard her gasping as I continued to force her into one
orgasm after another.  I found myself caught up in her passion unable to stop
until she relaxed and slid gently down to replace one set of lips with the
other. 

We went into the house and somehow made it to the bedroom and made love on our
bed.  Not another word was spoken, our bodies said all that was necessary. 

 - Early Morning, the Following Day - 

Ann is always up before me to get the kids off to school.  This morning I laid
in bed listening to them as they left.  I heard Ann as she came back upstairs
and took her morning bath.  I got up and showered quickly and went to her
bathroom and walked in on her.  She was startled.  I went to her and took the
washcloth and gently began to wash her body.  I asked her not to talk and told
her to express herself with her body, not words.  I made her stand up and told
her to close her eyes and think only about the sensations she felt. 

I used a soap covered hand to caress her breasts.  The silkiness of their
pliability as they slid underneath my touch caused me to become instantly
erect and my desire to enter her grew with each passing moment.  I saw her
tongue dart out to lick her lips as my hand glided over her belly to the downy
patch of pubic hair.  Her breath came in short panting gasps as my hand slid
between her legs and caressed her. 

I then took a plastic tumbler and adjusted the water to be slightly hot. 
Filling the glass I poured it over each shoulder and watched it as it ran over
her breasts and caused the soap to glide down her body tracing the feminine
lines of her curves.  I washed the soap away from between her legs and kissed
her softly.  Her breath hissed as my tongue caressed the tiny pink button of
flesh that peeked out from between the soft folds between her legs. 

I then dried her off and pulled a red t-shirt over her head.  It clung to her
accentuating her small but full breasts.  The erect nipples pushing against
the material brought on more erotic thoughts.  The t-shirt came to the tops of
her thighs, barely covering her nakedness underneath.  Each movement showing a�j      ܌flash of her silky pubic hair or the
space at the top of her thighs just below
the roundness of her full buttocks. 

I hugged her to me and told her to go downstairs and fix breakfast for us. 
Her eyes begged for a romp in the bedroom, but she obeyed me without question.


I followed her down the stairs and watched with amusement as Ann discovered
that the t-shirt was not going to stay in place.  It kept riding up on her,
exposing her from the waist down.  She blushed and made childish giggling
noises along with some silly remark.  I grabbed her and spun her around. 

"Ann, I am not going to tollerate your silly coverup for your shyness.  I love
your body.  I want it on display to me whenever I desire.  It is not your
place to ruin what is erotic and beautiful with silliness." 

I gave Ann a slap on her naked rear to emphasize my seriousness, then kissed
her. 

Ann tried her best to act natural while making our breakfast, but her
awareness of her nakedness and my eyes on her body made it difficult for her. 
Each time she approached me I emphasized her forced exhibitionism by touching
her lower body.  She seemed unsure of how to act.  She was not comfortable
with her exposure because she did not believe in her sexiness and somehow felt
silly. 

I discovered something that was to become central in my desire to dominate
Ann, I must find ways to transmit my feelings to her.  Ann must feel what I
feel, it was up to me to make her feel sensual and erotic.  She would get
beyond her own feelings only when she understood mine. 

She sat across from me now as we ate breakfast together.  She felt better now
that her nakedness was hidden by the table.  I stared at her for the longest
time and asked her why she felt silly. 

"I don't know.", she replied truthfully, for I believe that she truly did not
realize why. 

"Ann,", I began to explain to her, "you feel silly because you have not
recognized your own sexuality, or at least you do not believe in it.  You act
as if you are captive to what you were taught as a child, and that is that you
are not allowed to expose your body to others because it is somehow dirty or
not right to do that.  Well, Ann, that is not right.  Let me put it simply. 
If you give yourself to me, then I want all of you.  I want to enjoy what you
are giving to me, not be forced to imagine it in the darkness of our bedroom. 
Your body is meant to give me pleasure.  It was created to create extreme
desire in me for you.  Now if you don't want to be desirable, then don't
listen to me.  If you do, then let me be the judge of what is sensual and
erotic.  You simply enter into it.  I know much better then you now what turns
me on and what makes me crazy with hunger for you." 

Ann sat there staring as if she wanted to believe me, but was unsure that what
I was saying was true.  If it was proof she wanted then I would give it to
her. �j      ܌
I asked her for another cup of coffee and when she arose to get it, I followed
her taking in the delightful curves that were so erotically exposed.  When she
returned to the table, I took the pot from her hand, pushed the dishes to one
end of the table and lifted her onto it.  I pressed her back so that her legs
were suspended over the edge.  I moved between them and reached for the server
of warm syrup.  I grabbed the t-shirt and pushed it up and over her breasts
exposing them. 

I poured some of the warm sticky liquid over her torso and began to smear the
sticky substance into her skin.  I then began to lick the syrup it from her
breasts and belly, arousing her to a fever pitch.  Ann was moaning loudly now,
wrapping her legs around me and pulling me closer to her.  I slipped inside
her and was welcomed with a cry of delight.  Her back arched off the table as
she thrust against me in animal passion.  It took only minutes for both of us
to explode into orgasmic frenzy. 

Ann was not as demure as we walked upstairs to shower.  May, 1985 

- Shopping With Ann - 

One morning after the kids left for school I told Ann that I had taken the day
off to be with her.  I picked out her clothes and laid them on the bed. I told
her that we would be shopping for some very special things today, things to
keep her aware of my feelings towards her sensuousness.   Ann looked so lovely
in the white blouse and semi full skirt.  Her legs were beautifully shaped and
I loved it when they showed. 

I had seen many men follow her with their eyes and it gave me good feelings to
know that she was desirable to others.  That served to exaggerate my feelings
of possessing Ann.  I enjoyed the little girl in her as we drove to the mall. 
Ann was in a playful mood.  She was giggling one minute and sulky the next. 
She was reacting to my moods as well as provoking them.  I joined in the fun
and only quit as we narrowly avoided an accident when I was too busy tickling
her thighs to see the light turn red. 

Ann really made me laugh when she crossed her arms below her breasts and
glanced at me saying, "Some lover you are... not even willing to have a small
accident to play with these".  She emphasized the word "these" by sliding her
arms so that one of her breasts were cupped in each of her hands.  I almost
drove off the road. 

We reached the mall somehow.  We were like two kids as we laughed and joked
our way through the parking lot to the entrance.  Ann hung on my arm and I
couldn't resist twirling her around.  She playfully hit me and ran ahead, I
chased her and when I caught her warned her that I wasn't above spanking her
right there in the parking lot.  Her lower lip curled and then her eyebrows
raised up. 

"Ha! You wouldn't dare to!", she said to me as she pulled away and ran a
little ahead in case I meant it.  I cocked my head and with a stern look
walked towards her.  She screamed and ran from me again. 

She was backing up now yelling, "Michael! Don't you dare!" I just kept walking�j      ܌towards her. When I reached her she
covered her eyes and turned around and
half yelling, half laughing and screamed "Rape!". 

I looked around and people were staring at us.  I grabbed her arms and
announced to the people, "It's ok folks.  She is my wife, I can rape her if I
want." Ann turned bright red, then sat on the ground in peals of laughter.  I
joined her. 

When we had regained our composure and the laughter died, we went into the
mall.  Once inside, I took her to our favorite place to order a couple of
rediculous drinks called "windshield washers".  The bright blue drinks were
just right for the moods we were in. 

Afterwards we made our way to a little shop that specialized in sexy lingerie. 
I told Ann that I was going to pick all her clothes from now on. With Ann
beside me, we began the hunt forher new wardrobe. 

First things first.  I picked out several bras for her.  They were light and
transparent.  They hooked in the front and would enhance her figure without
exagerating it in any way. 

The looks on the salesgirl's face could only be appreciated in a photo as I
followed Ann to the small dressing room to watch her try it on. 

"Excuse me, sir! Excuse me! You can't go in there!", she said trailing along
after us. 

"Sure I can.", I said smiling at her as I closed the door to the tiny room. 

"God, Michael, you're embarassing!" 

I smiled at her and began to unbutton her blouse.   When she had the new bra
on, I fondled her and kissed her. I was delighted as her nipples hardened and
showed clearly through the thin silky fabric of the bra. I unhooked the front
and suckled each warm breast once.  I took her old bra and crumpled it up and
shoved it into my back pocket.  I told her to put her blouse back on and we
went out to the counter and I told the sales girl to give us six of them. 

Then I asked if they had any garter belts.  They did and I picked out several
for Ann along with several pairs of hose.  We then paid for them and I
whispered to her to go into the dressing room and replace her pantihose with a
garterbelt and stockings. 

"Oh yes,", I added in a whisper, "you will no longer wear panties underneath
your skirts, Ann." She blushed slightly. 

"I hate them anyway.", she whispered back. 

I asked the salesgirl, who was now unsure of what I was liable to do or say,
if Ann could use the dressing room once more.  Then I watched Ann as she
disappeared into the room. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and browsing.  Once when I had
her model an outfit that I loved, I got up and asked the woman waiting on us�j      ܌for some scissors and cut all of the
price tags off the clothing announcing
that I would buy it. 

At one point Ann asked, "Well aren't you going to ask me if I like it or
not?". 

I looked at her and shook my head and said, "No Ann, I am not." 

She said nothing at all and we walked out with her in her new outfit. I
enjoyed the feeling of her small waist as I drew her near to me.  We must have
appeared to the world as lovers, and they were right.  I loved Ann more then
ever and I was happy to be seen with such a wonderfully erotic woman. 

If they only knew what we knew.  My Ann was naked and available to me
separated by less then a 16th of an inch of fabric from the hand that rested
on her soft cheek.  The feeling was exhilarating and overwhelmingly sensual. 

It was time to go home now and we walked to the car.  In the middle of the
parkinglot, I turned Ann towards me and kissed her warmly. My hands found
their way to her ass as she raised up on tiptoe to return the kiss. 

"Does this excite you, Ann?", I whispered as I pulled her close to me by
pressing on her soft cheeks.  It felt wonderful to feel her head nod yes as
she sighed.  When we go in the car I didn't start it right away, but sat there
looking at her. 

"Does it excite you knowing that you are naked under your skirt, Ann?" 

"Yes." 

"I get just as excited knowing that you are so available to my touch.  Ann, I
want you to show me how aroused you are." 

"How?  What do you want me to do?" 

"Use your imagination, hon.", I said as I stared at her lap. 

Ann slid forward in the seat and raised her skirt to the top of her lap and
spread her legs a little.  I leaned over to kiss her and let my hand slide
between her legs.  I was not surprised to find her very aroused and her fluids
added to the warm silkiness of her petal-like flesh.   I began slow rhythmical
movements with my hand. 

Ann clung tightly to me and closed her eyes.  I kissed her neck and gradually
brought her closer and closer to an orgasm.  I could hear her breath coming in
short panting gasps now as her legs parted further and she lifted her hips to
meet my hand's motion against her sex. 

In my mind there is no feeling in the entire world then to hear your name
spoken as the one you love erupts into orgasmic rapture.  Ann repeated my name
over and over as I felt her legs grip my hand.  Her entire body trembled as
she hugged me closer to her and pressed my hand to her breast. I felt her
nipple swell at my touch as she came to a shivering climax. 
�j      ܌"How is that for imagination?", Ann giggled and with a silly, little-girl
smile on her face, she sat back and arranged her skirt. 

"Not bad, for a novice!", I said and raised my arm to protect myself from the
swipe I knew would come. 

June, 1985 

- The Preparation - 

I have prepared very carefully for this because I want her to enter into it
without realizing what was going to happen.  It must be built up to the point
that she was seething in uncontrollable passion by late evening. 

I wrote several notes for her and put them in places where she would not find
them until I wished her to.  I also went to a local sex shop and bought some
"toys" that would be used later on in the evening.  Before going off to work I
let her know how much I loved her and made certain advances to seal the words. 
I whispered in her ear that "tonight would be a very special night." and left
home for work.  When I arrived, I made the first of the phone calls home. 

"Hon, I want you to look in my top drawer.  I love you!" was all that I said
and hung up. 

The first note that she found read as follows: 

Dearest Ann: 

I want to show my love for you in a VERY SPECIAL way. However there is a
condition attached to it.  You must make a decision to trust me completely
and do everything I tell you to do without question or argument.  If you
agree please call me back and tell me that you do. No questions are
allowed, just your agreement. 

Love, Michael. 

Within a minute I had my call.  Her voice was alive with excitement ans
anticipation! She tested the rule just once, but I ignored the question as if
she never spoke it.  Knowing what was coming excited me. 

"Wonderful, darling.  Now look under my pillow.  I love you!", was all that I
said and hung up the phone. 

The second note was more to the point.  It was more a letter then a note that
said: 

Dearest Ann: 

You are the most wonderful and erotic woman I have ever known.  At times
it hurts me that we do not find the passion that we once knew.  All that
is over now and we are about to rediscover each other in new ways.  This
day is yours.  Tonight you will know delights that you have never before
known. Your body will tremble with a passion for pleasure that will only
be fulfilled as the night wears on and only when you desire it to be. �j      ܌
You, my dear, are my most prized possession.  I want to possess you
totally and to do this, you must give me the gift of yourself, for nothing
that is not given freely can truly be possessed.  I want you to yield
yourself to me completely and without question.  I am relying on your
trust for you to know that I would not do anything that hurt or endangered
you in the least. 

I want you to know that your body is wonderful to me. It is erotic and
sensual and drives me crazy.  The softness of your breasts, the hardening
of your nipples as I suck on them, the warmth of your pussy and its sweet
taste feeds my fervor for you.  I know the wanton fires that burn inside
you as we make love.  Tonight you will feel them all the more. 

Before you go on reading this, Ann, please go to the bedroom, take off
your clothes - no questions, you have already agreed to do what I say. Lay
on the bed and while you continue reading, I want you to explore your body
with your hand as if it were me doing it for you.  I want you to feel your
own womanhood and all that gives me pleasure.  Do it now before you read
the next page. 

The note continued on the next page. 

As I write this to you, Ann, I am aroused to the point where it is
difficult to concentrate.  My mind is filled with the sensuality of your
body and our love.  I burn with desire to make love to you now.  I can
imagine your soft, supple breasts as they yeild to the pressure of my
hands.  I can almost feel the nipples as they swell and harden to my
touch.  I picture your legs slowly spreading to await my touch. I know how
sensitive your breasts are, how they seem to be connected directly to your
clitoris.  I see you in my mind as you move with passion while I suck each
of your nipples into my mouth and delight in their taste and texture. 
Ann, close your eyes now and use your hands to explore your breasts as you
imagine me there with you.  Try to feel what I am feeling right now! Do
not touch your pussy -yet! 

I wish that I was there now, dearest.  But I will wait until this evening.
Now, Ann. Just as I would do, let your hand stray over your tummy, do it
slowly, let yourself go and let your desire build.  Feel your own soft
flesh.  Experience my feelings as I thrill to the softness and try to
resist touching your moist sex.  When I am doing this, I can begin to
smell your muskiness that is so sweet and wonderful.  It is so hard for me
not to just move right to the center of your pleasure, and mine! 

Let your hand just brush the soft curls of hair.  Then lift your leg so
that you can trace your fingertips over the soft flesh of your inner
thigh. Start at your knee and move slowly towards your pussy.  As you move
your hand from one leg to the other, let your fingers lightly touch your
swollen clit, not for long, just a quick teasing touch.  Now the other
thigh.  Do the same and imagine my mouth there, teasing and nibblng your
soft inner leg, moving towars your pussy, licking in tiny circles. Close
your eyes, hon, let your mind go. Think of my love for you and the passion
that builds within us as we slowly build towards the ultimate fulfillment. 
I want you to let yourself dream for a few minutes, let your rapture�j      ܌build! Close your eyes and let go! 

Ann, you are now to experience the very thing that makes me want you the
most.  Your sweet feminine sex.  Let your hand move between your legs.
Feel the smooth moistened flesh.  Let your fingers glide over your sex,
Ann. Your pussy is wet and ready for orgasm.  It has prepared itself for
pleasure, and it is almost time.  Use two fingers and put them inside you
to moisten them with your own sweet juices.  Now spread them a little and
move your hand upward to let them caress your clit on either side of its
tiny sensitive shaft.  Feel how swollen it is?  Feel the shockwave of
pleasure as you stroke it ever so gently.  Oh, Ann, how wonderful you
taste when I kiss you there.  How soft the flesh as I gently suck the
folds between my lips. It is so incredibly silky and warm there.  Your
pussy is the center of both of our passion, a lovely and wonderous place -
bringing us both rapturous enjoyment.  I love to feel its pliability as I
move my tongue over its glistening smoothness.  I love to feel you react
as I probe into you with my tongue, how you move against my face. 

I can feel your body reacting, you feel it too, Ann.  Let your mind and
body go now.  Use your hand to bring yourself to orgasm.  Think of the
passion we have together.  Feel the growing sensations as your clitoris
trys to hide from the coming explosion. Feel the contractions as they
mount in intensity, building deep within you and rippling out with
everincreasing intense pleasure.  You are rising now, Ann to the ultimate
voluptuousness.  Your body will soon explode with all of the built up
passion into sheer orgasmic satisfaction.  I wish I could see your face at
this minute, Ann.  I love you so very much.  I ache to be in you now, hon. 
Let it go, now.  Do it for me, Ann.  Let me feel your ardor over the
distance.  Reach out to me with your mind and body.  Come Ann! Let it
happen! Close your eyes now and let it happen! 

(on the last page) 

Dearest Ann, while you are doing what I asked, I am sitting in my office
imagining your gorgeous form laying on our bed and the pleasure is beyond
description.  Call me and tell me what you felt! 

I love you.  Michael. 

And call she did. 

When Ann called me, it was evident from her breathlessness that she had done
what I asked her to.  She was close to tears as she thanked me for what I had
done to her with the letter.  She told me how she had totally lost herself in
the passion aroused by my words.  I told her that I loved her and indicated
that the best was still to come. 

She said, "Hon, I am ready for anything you want.  I love you! I really wish
you were home now." 

"Ann," I replied, "go to my grey suit hanging in my closet.  On the inside of
my jacket there is another note in the pocket.  I will talk to you later on.
And, Ann, thank you for your obedience." 
�j      ܌Then I hung up.  I was now having a hard time not leaving work to go home to
her.  This was amazing! I was getting so much pleasure out of this.  It was
working because I felt the same giddiness that I had felt when we were first
married. 

The next note read as follows: 

My Darling Ann: 

Take the time now to take a long hot bath.  Pamper yourself.  You have the
rest of the day to think about what pleasures await you this evening. I
can promise you that you will experience the utmost in sexual thrills.
Your body must be ready for me as well as your mind.  Tonight you will be
kept in constant awareness of your feminine beauty.  For now, enjoy your
bath and think of tonight.  This is what you are to do to prepare yourself
for our evening.  Please do not question, just do as you are told. 

When you are finished, do not get dressed, you are to stay naked until you
complete what I have for you to do. After you are finished with your bath,
please look in my blue overnight bag. In it you will find a box. Open the
box and you will find further instructions.  Now go and take your bath,
Ann. I wish I was there to wash you. 

Love, Michael" 

Ann was to tell me later that she trembled as she stood naked, reading the
note that followed.  It read: 

Darling Ann: 

Your nakedness is easy to imagine.  I can visualize you standing there
reading this.  Desire builds again! But we will have time for that later
on.  For now, you will see that in the box with this note are four black
nylon straps attached to velvet lined leather cuffs.  I want you to tie
the straps, one to each corner of the bed.  It is here where you will be
made helpless later on this evening.  There is also a length of rope in
the box.  Pass it under the bed about two thirds down from the head board.
Bring the ends up and lay them on the bed.  This rope will be used to tie
your knees apart, totally opening you up to me.  Finally, there is a black
silk scarf, it is to be your blindfold. Place it on the pillows. 

As you prepare the bed for your captivity, think of what it will be like
to be tied helpless to our bed, totally exposed for my pleasure.  Imagine
yourself, naked and helpless, unable to escape the manipulation of your
body. Your breasts will be exposed, unprotected by your arms, as your
wrists are tied to the headboard unable to respond to you. Your legs
splayed wide,exposing your pussy to whatever I feel like doing to it. You
will be unable to close your legs to prevent whatever I decide to do. 

What will I do?  Well, your imagination can divise answers, but you won't
know until it happens. And even then you will only be able to guess at
what is causing the pleasure because your eyes will be covered by the
blindfold. You will not be able to see anything that I am preparing to do
to you.  When it happens, it will be a complete surprise.  Suffice it to�j      ܌say, that all hasbeen designed to bring you
to the point of uncontrollable
passion! 

Now, my dearest Ann.  After you have prepared the bed, I want you to get
dressed.  However, you are to wear my favorite skirt and that white silky
blouse I love on you! Wear one of your new bras that unhook in the front
and you are NOT to wear any panties.  A garter belt and stockings are to
be all you wear under your skirt.  I want you to be aware of your
sensuality all day long. 

Oh, yes, I almost forgot.  I want you to go to the store and get the
following items, two 8 oz porterhouse steaks, a dozen large shrimp, some
pate', frozen raspberries, and some sour cream.  In case you thought of
it, the answer is "no!".  You will not wear panties out to the store
either. 

On the way home, stop by the office.  When you arrive, I want you to come
in and close and lock the door behind you.  I will tell my secretary that
we do not wish to be disturbed.  You will come to my side and lift your
skirt to your waist in the front.  I want to see that you obeyed.  If you
are a good girl, Ann, I will allow you to have an orgasm there.  I will
help you with my mouth! Think of this while you shop. 

Please be here by 3 pm at the latest.  I love you, Ann. 

Michael - The Office - 

Ann arrived at my office right on time.  She looked lovely.  She was slightly
flushed and I could see in her eyes that she was aching for my touch.  Without
a word, she walked to my chair and bent to kiss me, it was a passionate kiss,
filled with promise. 

Then she stood and with a quick glance at the door, she began to gather her
dress to her waist.  She did this slowly as her breathing came faster and a
little more heavily.  I looked, not at her uncovered legs, but into her eyes
as she raised her skirt to expose her obedience.  I knew when she had it
totally drawn up because her eyes now begged me to touch her. 

"Please", was all that she murmered as I let my gaze fall on her white
satin-framed pussy, the garter belt providing that extra erotic stimulus. 

I reached out to her and touching her thighs told her to spread her legs which
she did immediately.  I let my hand roam over the soft upper thighs and
tickled the flesh on the inside of her legs.  Then suddenly I cupped her
entire pussy in my hand and pushed a finger between the down-covered outer
lips.  Her pussy seemed burning hot as I heard her moan with obvious delight. 
My finger sank into her, meeting no resistance because of the wetness that had
even soaked her soft brown hair. 

I withdrew my hand and looked into her eyes again as I licked the sweet juices
from my finger. Then I stood and turned her so that she sat on the edge of my
desk with her tip-toes just touching the floor. 

I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra.  I pulled the soft fabric back�j      ܌enough to expose her breasts.  I could
see that her nipples were swollen and
aroused.  She pulled me to her and tried to push my face to her breast.  I
resistedand told her to be still.  I would decide what was to happen.  She
groaned and looked at me, her eyes begging me to make love to her. 

While she was sitting there, I picked up the phone and told my secretary that
we were busy and not to disturb us.  Ann looked at me terrified.  She knew
that the implication of the call was that we were doing something at which we
did not want to be caught, she would have to pass by Ida on the way out. 

I laughed at her concern and said, "Ahhh, but Ann, you could leave right now,
if you wish!" She shook her head "no" and I moved to her and caressed her
breasts.  I heard the hiss of her breath as my hands found her warm mounds of
flesh. Once again, she attempted to put her hands on my head to guide my mouth
to her. 

"Ann," I said as I placed her hands at her sides and on the desk, "Do not move
again, or I will stop." 

Her eyes pleaded once more at the threat of not being allowed to complete the
pleasure she had spent the last two hours imagining.  I knelt before her and
brought my mouth to her right thigh.  It was hot and flushed.  I felt the
quiver as my tongue began to slide over her skin.  Each inch of her inner
thighs from the top of the stockings to the place where her aching pussy
opened for my kiss was slowly explored.  I could see how wet she was and the
struggle that she was having to keep her hips still.  I could see her swollen
clit and inner lips, their pink hue exagerated to redness against the brown
curls that framed them.  I let my tongue flick over them as I moved from leg
to leg.  Then I stopped and looked to Ann's lovely green eyes. 

"Ann, tell me what you want! Tell me what you need me to do to you." 

Ann had never been able to express herself when discussing sex. 

She stared at me and tried to tell me, but all that came out was the word,
"Please!". 

"Not good enough, Ann, you know very well what you want me to do.  Ask me to
do it for you, Ann." 

She flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please eat me." 

Not wanting to loose the moment I let it go at that, she would learn to be a
lot more graphic before the night was over.  With that I moved back to take
her to the height of pleasure that she ached for.  My mouth found her softness
as I spread her lips and drew the soft inner petals into my mouth. My tongue
danced swiftly over her blood-engorged clit.  I found myself drinking in her
sweet juices in as they flowed from her warm pussy in response to my mouth's
movements.  I felt her tremble as the first wave of tiny orgasms erupted
within her.  I could feel the spasms as they alternately pulled the muscles
and let them relax.  I heard her as she allowed a gasp to escape her mouth,
lost in the sensations rippling through the center of her being. 

Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the desk in a useless�j      ܌effort to remain still.  I told her to
caress her breasts.  She did so quickly
as I helped her through a series of orgasms that would leave her almost unable
to stand up afterwards.  Her hands squeezed her breasts and her fingers
pinched and pulled at her nipples as she arched her back and pushed herself to
my face.  Finally the over taxed sexual nerves detonated into a sexual frenzy
of their own and released their pentup energies into a tremendous orgasm that
caused Ann to bite her hand in order not to scream. 

When Ann had relaxed a little, I stood and held her close to me and kissed her
lips tenderly and softly. 

"Go home now, dear.  Relax and I will see you at about 6:30.  I love you very
much Ann.  You are a wonderful lover!" 

She hugged me and whispered, "Oh, Michael, I love you too.  I want this to
last forever.  Thank you so much for this wonderful day." 

I walked her to the door and watched her as she knowingly and carelessly
walked past Ida. 

As I returned to my desk, I wondered if Ann realized as I did the new
dimension that we were allowing ourselves to enter into in our sex lives. Ann
seemed so natural in her role that I regretted momentarily not having explored
this with her long before.  But the regret was short lived - I was happy that
the time was here now.  I gave her about ten minutes to arrive home before I
called her again.  This time there was to be no note at all, just verbal
instructions. 

"Ann, I almost forgot to tell you what I want you to wear tonight." I said as
she answered the phone on the first ring. 

"Oh!" was her only reply. 

"I want you to detach the cuffs from the cords on the bed.  You will wear them
and also the gift that I placed in your bottom drawer this morning. That is
all you are to wear.  Is that understood, Ann?", I asked. 

"Yes, Michael, I understand. I love you.", she responded as I hung up the
phone and tried to go back to my work.  As it turned out, it was a useless
effort on my part.  Visions of my "slave" haunted my every thought and to
attempt to discard them was impossible.  I struggled to contain myself and not
leave work early.  Finally I busied myself planning out the final details of
the evening. 

I tried to visualize Ann as she went to the drawer and found my "present". It
consisted of a narrow leather collar and a gold waist chain which I am sure
she would not figure out how to wear.  It was designed to pass around the
waist and through a small loop in the back.  The end of the chain was then
brought through the legs and fastened in front.  It was adjustable and could
be pulled tighter if one desired.  The chain went between her legs and
snuggled between her pussy lips.  I would be very surprised if she wore it
right! 

 - Arriving Home - �j      ܌
Suddenly I realized that I had gotten lost in my thoughts.  It was 6:15 and
time to leave for home.  If you have ever driven somewhere only to realize
when you arrive, that you do not remember the drive, then you know how I felt
when I arrived! I hesitated a moment and gathered my thoughts.  I knew that
the intensity of the evening would require a great deal of control on my part. 
After the stimulation of the day, I wanted to -- Wait! That is an idea.  I got
out of the car, walked to the door and opened it.  Suddenly, Ann appeared in
the doorway to the living room.  She was naked except for the collar and cuffs
and the chain was dangling at her side after one turn around the waist. 

I just looked at her as I locked the door and strode to where she stood.
Without saying a word, I lifted her and carried her to a chair.  Bending her
over the back of the chair, I placed her hands on the arms and once more told
her to stay still.  I walked behind her and stroked the smooth curves of her
ass. I let my hand glide between the satin-like skin of her cheeks, down to
her pussy which was already moist.  Without saying a word, I took her roughly
from behind.  I was unable to contain myself and from the moment I entered her
I was out of control from the days pent-up passion. 

I heard her as she responded to my use of her body.  She began to thrust her
hips backwards in rythym to my forward movements.  She began to make almost
animalistic noises in her throat as she let herself experience the force of my
desire.  I could feel the muscles in the walls of her vagina as they grabbed
at my thrusting cock.  It was all that I needed and as I began to explode, I
heard her scream, "Oh, my god! Please come! Fill me, Michael. I'm coming.
Harder, I'm coming." I exploded inside her and felt as if my knees would
buckle out from underneath me. 

As I stepped back, Ann did an amazing thing.  She turned and dropped to her
knees and took me in her mouth.  She moved on me keeping my erection alive for
a few more minutes.  I lifted her to her feet and kissed her softly and spoke
for the first time. 

"You are an incredibly sexy woman, Ann.  Do you know that?", I asked. 

She just stood there looking at the floor and shook her head imperceptibly.  I
reached to her chin and raised her head. 

"You must learn to be proud of it! Tell me, did you feel like a woman when I
entered you just now?" There were tears in her eyes causing them to sparkle. 

"Oh, yes, Michael, I felt so sexualy alive.", she answered. 

"Then be proud of your realization! You are mine and I am proud to be with
you. I see the way other men look at you. You are a sexually erotic woman. You
are to learn to be contented in that fact.  Now come shower with me." 

We went upstairs and I was pleased to see the black nylon straps securely
fastened to the four corners of the bed, the rope ends protruding from either
side and the blindfold neatly laid out on the pillow.  I undressed and turned
to Ann.  I undid the cuffs and the collar and took the chain from her waist. 

"You will learn how to wear this later, Ann." I said as I led her to the�j      ܌shower and adjusted the water to slightly
hotter then our skin. 

- The Shower - 

Once in the shower the hot water ran over us and relaxed us both.  I could
feel the tension draining from my body as I held Ann close to me.  Soaping her
down was always a pleasure, but this evening it took on new meaning as I
gently pushed aside the shower's spray and covered her with soap.  I could
feel my passion rising again as I hugged her and felt the curves of her body
press against mine, the soap providing that frictionless smoothness which
heightens the senses ans sets the entire nervous system on fire.  She turned
in my arms and I felt my erection slide between her cheeks.  She reached back
putting her arm around my neck and pulled herself up on tiptoe forcing me
deeper into her soft flesh.  She rocked back and forth and I felt myself
climbing towards orgasm again. 

Then I realized what was happening she was maneuvering herself so that my
hardness was pressing against the tiny opening.  She pressed and I put my arms
around her waist to help her keep her balance.  Suddenly I felt myself slide
inside her.  She moaned as if it hurt her and I stopped moving until she began
to press once more.  Then I was totally inside her. She turned her face up and
back and I met her lips with mine.  She leaned forward and placed her hands on
the wall as I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out of her tight
hole.  Soap was running betwen her cheeks making each stroke easier and
smoother.  I reached around her with one hand and began to stroke her clit. 
Her passion was obvious as she began to buck against me with more violence. 

The sight of her shapely ass meeting my thrusts raised my zeal even further. I
reached for her breasts and felt them slip through my hands as she moved
faster now.  They were slipery and difficult to hold so I squeezed harder in
an effort to keep them in my hands.  The nipples were hard and Ann was lost in
her own world of pleasure as her hand slid between her legs to tease her clit
into an orgasm.  Suddenly it was over. We both felt ourselves move into that
world void of all else except focus on the center of sexual release. 

 The orgasm seemed greater then any before experienced and as she turned to
hold on to me, we sank to our knees and let the warm water splash over our
exhausted bodies.  We knelt there for what seemed like an hour, kissing and
caressing each other.  Suddenly the water began to turn cold and brought us
both back to reality. 

I got a soft towel and dried her off kissing her all over as I did.  As I
dried each leg I let my mouth cover her pussy and gave soft, silky licks to
the pink flesh peeking out from between the folds of her outer lips.  She
trembled and stroked my face. 

Getting to my feet I led her to the bedroom and once again placed the leather
cuffs on her ankles and wrists.  I put the collar around her neck and picked
up the chain.  When I pulled the loose end between her legs she jumped a
little and smiled at her own lack of imagination in wearing it before.I knelt
and spread her lips again moving the chain between them, kissed her there
again and got my robe. 

 - Dinner Lesson - �j      ܌
Ann needed the time to fix her hair and do whatever else women do to make them
feel more desireable.  While she was doing this I went down to the kitchen to
put the finishing touches on the Scampi and char broil the steaks.  When I
walked into the kitchen, I noticed that Ann had set the table for a romantic
dinner for two, candles and all.  I opened the bottle of wine and settled down
at the table to await her appearance. 

Ann came down glowing.  She came to the chair and on her own lowered her eyes
and stood with her hands by her side, saying nothing.  I took the time to
drink in her sexiness.  Her lightly tanned skin giving way to the milky white
bikini line, accentuated her breasts and lower tummy.  Her soft brown pubic
hair, trimmed for her bikini, formed a small triangle pointing to her sex and
just a hint of blushing pink showed at its apex.  She was obviously still in
an excited state.  I reached out and with a moistened finger, slid between the
folds causing her to jump slightly at the touch. 

"Do you feel sexy, Ann?" I asked her. 

"Oh yes, more then any other time in my life.", was her quick reply. 

"That is wonderful, Ann.  You are more then sexy, love, you are all that
female sexuality is about.", I replied. 

Looking at her did not even make her nervous now.  I drank in the sight of her
naked form.  The black collar with its ring in the front, the black bands on
her wrists and ankles and the tiny gold chain speaking volumes to me on her
submission. 

There she stood, totally fresh, erotic, sensual and completely available to
me.  It was then I realized that, while I may seem in control, this woman,
whom I loved dearly, was actually in control of me. 

Everything about her made me realize that there could be no other woman that
could do to me what she was doing now.  I was falling, charmed into complete
worship of her entire personhood.  In asking her to devote herself to me, I
received a gift from her which I now must handle with all the love and care
that is possible. I was caught and hoplessly imprisoned by her dedication and
love for me.  Ironic as it was, by becoming her master, I had become her
slave. 

Ann served us dinner and I watched fascinated as her every move drove me
further into the turmoil of primal urges.  It was all that I could do to keep
my hands off her while we sat and discussed what had already happened. It
seemed that even though Ann was intimidated by this at first, she had found
release in knowing that she was not in control.  It seemed that it gave her
"permission" of sorts to let herself go and release herself to sensual
pleasures.  I was delighted to hear her able to express herself in this way. 
I talked to her and told her how I had felt and thanked her once more for her
gift. 

Now would come the difficult part.  I wanted to make the roles we were playing
be consistent with the idea of a master-slave relationship.  I was still a
little scared that pushing the fantasy too far may have an adverse effect, but�j      ܌decided to risk it.  While Ann cleaned
up the kitchen, I began to watch for
some foolish thing that I could "blame" and punish her for. When I found it,
it was foolish - for sure. 

"Ann, I have been sitting here patiently waiting for you to serve coffee. Not
only did you ignore my request, but you act as if you never heard it!", I said
knowing full well that she could not have heard what I did not request. 

"You didn't ask for cofee.", she answered. 

"Ann, I believe you meant to say I am sorry, didn't you?  You must understand
that I was serious when I asked you for unquestioned obedience. Please come
over here and kneel at my feet, Ann." 

Ann moved to me, but slower this time and a little unsure of what I was going
to do.  She looked into my eyes as if to say "Be gentle", as she knelt on the
floor. 

"Ann, raise your hands above your head, please." I said this very softly but
without a hint of emotion.  She did so hesitantly, lifting her breasts as her
arms went higher.  I reached to her and as I explained what I expected of her
once more I let my hands glide over the twin globes presented to me in such an
unprotected way.  Suddenly I took her nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers and pinched them.  It was mildly painful, but not enough to even
make Ann cry out.  In fact she moaned softly and looked at me with love
written in her eyes.  I asked her if she understood and she replied with a nod
of her head.  Again I pinched her and told her that verbal answers were
required when I spoke to her. 

"Yes, Michael, I understand.", she said. 

Again I caressed her breasts and told her that the rest of the evening would
be considered training for our new positions in our relationship.  As I talked
I had her stand and indicated that she should spread her legs.  I reached
between them and felt that she was totally turned on now, responding amazingly
to the whole situation.  I continued to talk to her while petting and stroking
her pussy.  My fingers were soaked.  She listened as if in a trance.  I told
her that tonight, she would learn how to ask for what she wanted and not be
afraid to tell me in exact terms, her thoughts, desires and needs.  I led her
upstairs to the bedroom. 

 - Ann's Captivity Begins - 

Ann hesitated just the slightest moment as we entered into the bedroom. Later
she would tell me how her thoughts carried her into mild panic that afternoon
when she had prepared the bed for this night.  She knew that I would never do
anything to harm her, but it was unimaginable to her that she should be tied
there helpless to hide, conceal or defend her body in any way. 

Ann also confessed to me later that she never really felt sexy while naked and
that she had feared feeling like a fool by complying with my desires. Not that
she wasn't capable of passion, for she was to an extreme, but not until she
crossed some remote threshold of ecstasy that broke the barriers, she never
believed that she was capable of arousing erotic desires with her body. �j      ܌
As with all of us, she did not see her beauty and allowed some other mental
image of the perfect woman to stand in the way of her awareness of what she
was to me.  Ann was about to learn that she was all that I needed or desired
in a woman.  She was about to come to terms with her own eroticism and
sensuality.  Ann would know soon, that I loved her exactly as she was.  The
only change I wanted in here was her knowledge that she was my woman and
capable of fulfilling all that I could ever desire in a life's partner. 

Ann walked to the bed and I felt her tremble as I touched her shoulder and
pushed her once more to her knees.  I took the blindfold and carefully
arranged it so that she could see no light. 

I then stood her on her feet and said to her: "Ann, you and I have had a
relationship that has grown stale in some ways.  We have not been able to
trust each other with our innermost secrets and desires.  We have, until now,
not expressed our needs or wants for fear that somehow we would be rejected. 
I have risked a lot in this experiment, and so have you.  Now it is too late
to turn back even if we wanted to.  I am going to bring you pleasure beyond
anything that you have known so far.  Tonight is just the beginning of our new
life together. Tonight by becomming my slave, you will find total freedom!" 

With these words, I picked her up, kissed her soft lips and laid her on the
bed.  I gently took her hand and after kissing it and caressing it, pulled it
taut and fed the nylon strap through the steel ring on the cuff.  I then did
the same to the other hand.  Walking to the center of the bed, I took the rope
that was passed under the bed and tied a loop around her right leg just above
the knee and then went to the other side and did the same pulling them open so
that her knees almost touched the matress.  I then secured the anklets to the
nylon ties at the foot of the bed. 

Ann was now tied in such a way that she could not close her legs or move her
arms.  I then took a pillow and raising her hips tucked it under her lifting
her shapely behind off the bed. 

I then told her that she was not to talk or make a sound unless I gave her
permission. 

"Not a sound, Ann, is that clear?", I said to which she responded "Yes." in a
whimper-like voice.  That was greeted with a slap across her raised behind and
again the command, "Not a sound!". 

This time Ann shook her head yes and received a quick kiss to each breast and
on her mouth.  When I kissed her, the hunger in her mouth was evident as she
struggled to prolong the contact. She was looking for reassurance.  I gave it
to her! 

As I stepped back to observe my handiwork a feeling of satisfaction that I had
never known overtook me.  Here before me on the bed, tied and helpless was the
form of the faceless woman of my fantasies.  Wonderfully erotic in her
helplessness, overwhelmingly sensuous in her glorious womanhood, and
animalistically arousing in her nakedness, she had me in fully in her power
and I would never be the same again.  I was helpless before her charms and
hypnotised by her wanton beauty. �j      ܌
I moved to the bedside and sat next to her.  Next to the bed was a small
bottle of scented and flavored massage oil.  I took the bottle and began with
her right arm.  After pouring the oil on it, I began to rub it into each tiny
area of exposed skin.  The oil got warm when rubbed or blown on, as a matter
of fact it got hot.  I blew softly on it, heating it up and then used my
tongus in soft velvety licks to remove the oil from her wrist.  Next I did the
same to her shoulders and neck.  For the next hour I busied myself covering
every square inch of exposed skin with the exception of her breasts, inner
thighs and her pussy.  I momentarily touched her there and she was dripping
wet with desire now, but relief was still a long way off for Ann. 

Moving back to her upper torso, I rubbed the oil into her breast, being
careful not to touch the nipple.  I spent a long time gently massaging and
blowing on the slick skin, heating the oil and sensing her reaction.  Each
time Ann would move to try to get me to suckle her swollen nipple, she would
receive instead a pinch instead.  I was lost in the softness of her beautiful
breasts and the textures that I seemed to newly discover with each passing
moment. 

Finally sure that Ann was worked to a fever pitch, I stopped and asked her,
"Ann, what would you like me to do for you now?  You can talk to me, hon." 

"Please, Michael, I am on fire, please!", she said. 

Of course I could imagine what she wanted, but would not give in. 

Instead I said, "Ann, you have to be specific.  I know what you want and you
know what you want.  Why can't you tell me? I will not continue until you
do.", to emphasize this I reached down and cupped her soft, wet mound in my
hand momentarily.  Ann instantly moved herself against it and I pulled away. 

"My god, Michael, I need you.  Please!", she said.  I said nothing.  I moved
from the bed to a lounge chair and sat quietly. 

"Michael?" Ann said after a minute, "Michael, where are you?" Again I was
silent. 

Ann struggled against her bonds now only to discover for the first time that
she was indeed helpless.  After 10 minutes of not answering, I walked quietly
to the bedside once more. 

I removed the chain from between her legs and said, "You wish me to continue
the massage?" 

"Oh yes, please, Michael, please.", Ann was frantic in her answer. 

I took the oil and smoothed some of it on her inner thigh from the knee to
where the flesh curves inward to form the outer lips of her pussy. 

With slow deliberate care, I began to alternately rub and blow on the oil.
Then ever so slowly began to lick it off of her working upward until I got to
those soft folds of down covered flesh.  Momentarily I let my tongue flick
over her clitoris and withdrew to the other thigh, where I began the process�j      ܌all over again.  By the time I had once
more reached her wide open pussy, her
own juices were visibly coating her cheeks and some had already stained the
pillow.  Ann was delerious now.  She began bucking to reach my face, but I
avoided all but the briefest touches to her sex. Ann began to plead with me
now in earnest. 

"Michael, please eat me.  Please touch my pussy, Michael, I can't take this
any longer! Let me come, Michael, please let me come.", she was almost crying
now. 

As a reward for her honesty, I leaned forward and kissed her full on her
spread pussy lips.  I poured some oil on it and watched the fluid as it ran
over her mound, flowed across her swollen inner lips and into her open vagina,
to mix with her own sweet juices.  Ann hissed thru her teeth as she moved her
hips trying to contain her passion which was about to explode in
uncontrollable wantonness. 

I laid down between her splayed legs and softly blew on the oil.  I could feel
the heat from her pussy as it combined with her own.  She let out a cry at the
sensations I was causing her to experience. 

"Oh god, please, let me come, Michael, please don't make me wait any longer.",
she cried out. 

I then began to slowly lick the oil and her natural lubricant from her exposed
sex.  She shook violently each time that I touched the fleshy hood covering
her clit. Shock waves of pleasure shot thru her body as she thrusted her hips
and tried to grind her pussy into my face.  I did not allow that yet, but kept
distance enough so that only the tip of my tongue touched her. 

Finally I moved up and clamped my lips over her clitoris and biting ever so
gently took it into my mouth and flicked across it with my tongue.  I had
never seen Ann react this way before.  She became an animal and her cries
matched her fury. 

I slid two fingers inside her and reached her g-spot letting her press
downward and move against them.  I felt her muscles tighten and loosen in
spasmodic contractions as she began her orgasm.  It was like a string of
firecrackers.  One after another they came each one more violent then the one
before. I used my tongue to tease her clit as it attempted to withdraw from
direct stimulation. Licking each side of the tiny shaft, rolling it between my
lips until Ann collapsed in exhaustion and lay still. 

I moved to her face and heard her soft sobs.  She turned to me and her lips,
swollen from her own biting, parted for a deep hungering kiss.  She then moved
her mouth to taste her own passion which was on my face still.  I had never
been with this Ann.  This was a whole new woman, a whole new adventure in
sexuality. 

After that, I released her and we made slow, passionate love.  

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