A Gentle Submission Pt. 02 – BDSM

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“I don’t know if I’m into this…” Paul said.

“Come on! It’s just a little bit of fun while we shop!” Jane giggled.

Paul looked at the pair of pink panties. Was he really gonna wear these?

“It’s too much, it feels humiliating” Paul moaned back.

“You feel like it’s emasculating?” Jane asked.

“Yeah! I mean those are women’s panties, it feels weird to wear them.”

“Okay, I understand what you’re feeling. I can see why you’d feel that way. I’m not trying to humiliate or emasculate you. Think of it like this… If I were riding a stallion, does that emasculate the stallion? Is the stallion humiliated?

“No, but this is different.” Paul complained.

“The stallion has to wear a bit, bridal, and a saddle to be ridden right?”

“I suppose.”

“This is no different! I love how strong and masculine you are. Wearing these panties for me doesn’t make you lesser. These are just a little reminder that I’m holding your reins. No one would ever know but me!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll play along” Paul acquiesced.

“Hahah, fantastic! This is so hot!” Jane giggled as Paul pulled the pink panties up his legs. “Get dressed and let’s go!” Jane playfully spanked his panty clad behind and grabbed her purse.

“What’s on the list?” Paul asked as he pulled a pair of jeans on.

“We’re making sausage stuffed peppers tonight, I found a great recipe online.”

The pair headed to the store. Jane dutifully checked items off her list as they shopped. Paul found it hard to concentrate. He could feel the tight silky material of the panties. The soft fabric cradled his manhood and felt tight across his bottom. Looking up from the cart he realized Jane was talking to him.

“Looks like someone is a little preoccupied!” She smirked. “Go grab some rice, then meet me at the checkout.”

“Ha, will do”

Walking through the store no one would guess he was wearing a pair of pink panties under his dark wash jeans. Paul realized he enjoyed the thrill. Outside the bedroom he and Jane appeared to be just a regular couple. Once the doors closed things were not so traditional. Jane liked to keep pushing the boundaries of their sex life.

“Is that everything?” Paul asked.

“Yep, that’s it.” Jane said, comparing the items in their cart against her list.

They checked out, gathered their groceries, and headed home. Jane unlocked the apartment door, Paul followed her in, arms laden with grocery bags. He set them on the kitchen counter. Jane put him to work washing produce while she started the rice cooking.

“Once the peppers are washed, slice the top, take out the core and seeds” she instructed. “Once that’s done, set them on the baking sheet, then dice the onion.”

“Yes chef!” Paul replied playfully.

“Looks like this chef is packing!” Jane laughed as she held one of the sausages

“Ha, careful where you put that.”

Jane worked over a hot sauté pan making the filling for the peppers. Hot olive oil softened the onions, garlic, oregano and parsley. She broke up the sausage and cooked it through. Next, she stirred in some fresh grated cheese and the cooked rice to finish the filling.

“Okay, would you grab a big spoon and stuff the filling in the peppers?” she asked.

“Yep,”

“I’ll open some wine, they’ll need to bake for 35 minutes”

Paul stuffed each pepper with the fragrant sausage and rice filing.

“No no no, you need to really stuff them full. Here let me show you” Jane grabbed the spoon and took over. “See like this, feel how full that pepper is?”

“Yep got it”

“Here, I’ll stuff the peppers, you pour the wine” she winked at him “Also, why don’t you take off those pants.”

Paul froze for a second, he had forgotten about the panties during the hustle and bustle of cooking. He slid his pants down. His loins swelled as she watched him. Blood rushed to his cheeks, he couldn’t deny how arousing the panties felt. Wearing only panties and his t-shirt he uncorked the wine, poured two glasses, then settled himself on the couch. Jane finished off the peppers, placed them in the oven, set a timer, and joined him.

They cuddled on the couch while they waited. Jane casually ran her fingers over Paul’s panties.

“Feeling hungry?” she asked with a grin.

“Yeah, I’m famished. How much longer?”

“Why don’t you have an appetizer while we wait?” she asked.

Paul looked at her. Her grin was Cheshire.

“Kneel.” she instructed.

He obeyed moving to his knees.

“Begin with my feet, work your way up.” She instructed, “Yes, like that.”

Paul knew what she wanted. Over the past few months, she had taught him just how she liked things. Frequently, that meant he knelt in front of her. He used his hands to massage her legs. Kissing up from her feet, he worked closer and closer to her sex. Jane let herself sink back into the couch. Her legs stretched out to rest on the coffee table. Eyes closing in relaxation. Her boyfriend dutifully lapped at her labia. Paul used his hands to massage her legs and thighs, his tongue to massage her pearly gates. Together their sexual energy flowed. Jane let the pleasure wash over her. Paul found his pleasure in giving.

They were interrupted by the timer. Jane opened her eyes and grasped Paul’s chin with her hands. Eyes smiling as she looked at him.

“Let’s eat!” she said.

Dinner was delicious. The sausage and rice filling was perfectly complemented by the tender crisp flavor of the peppers. After dinner they tidied up the kitchen and retired to the bedroom. Jane sat upon the bed feet on the floor.

“Let’s talk” she said.

“Sure babe, what’s up?” Paul asked.

“I want to try something new tonight.”

“Ha! You all the time want to ‘try something new’, what is it tonight?”

“Something different.” She hinted.

Her hand reached for the bedside table. Slowly she opened the top drawer. She withdrew a small box. Opening the lid she presented the contents to Paul. Within the box was a bulbous purple dildo and a set of black straps. Paul’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“It’s a strap on” she answered.

“Babe, I don’t know.” He sheepishly replied.

“Let’s talk about it! What’re you unsure of my love?”

Paul didn’t know where to start. Mind racing he tried to put words to his thoughts.

“Babe, what if it hurts? Plus I’m straight, I don’t want to put that in my butt!” Paul stammered.

“Okay, you’re scared it will hurt, and, you’re afraid that putting something in your butt makes you gay? Which do you want to talk about first?”

“Um… the gay thing I guess..”

“Kay, we can begin with ‘the gay thing.” She giggled at him, “Anal play has nothing to do with being gay or straight. If you were gay you wouldn’t be attracted to me would you?” She asked.

“No, you’re right,” Paul admitted.

“Kay, so we’re agreed that anal play does not make you gay?”

“Yes, agreed.” Paul replied.

“Great, now let’s talk about the pain. You’re afraid that it will hurt?

“Yeah! How could it not hurt? That thing looks pretty big!”

Jane giggled at him “I measured, it’s exactly the same size as you big boy! Look, it’s not going to hurt. Just the opposite, it will feel amazing! Your prostate is full of nerve endings and the only way to get there is… up your butt!! I had the same fear before I lost my virginity.” She laughed.

“Jane, I really don’t know, it’s just not my thing” Paul pleaded.

“Look, I know this is new and scary, but it’s really important to me” Jane explained, “I promise it will feel good. Trust me here? You’ve liked everything leading up to this!” Jane’s voice was full of love and mirth.

“I have liked everything else…” Paul grinned back. “Why is this so important to you?”

“Because swapping our roles is an important part of our progression. Within the bedroom I’m the dom, the aggressor. You’re the submissive, the receiver. I want to feel what it’s like to make love to you, to take you, to penetrate you.” Her eyes gleamed as she spoke.

Paul couldn’t help himself. He felt his cock grow as she spoke, penis straining against the tight pink panties.

“Looks like someone’s up for it!” Jane smirked. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I’ll try, but it’s way outside my comfort zone.”

“Yes! This will be so amazing!!!” Jane was giddy. She pulled the hardness on and fastened the purple dildo into position.

She pushed Paul onto the bed and attacked him. Her lips found his, her tongue seeking, questing. She felt powerful. The purple appendage hung from her hips. She pressed against Paul’s swollen member. Paul couldn’t believe he had agreed to this. She guided his hand down, encouraging him to hold her new penis. She thrust her hips slowly and powerfully. Giving Paul a taste of what was coming. The purple appendage worked through Paul’s hand. He closed his eyes and surrendered to this powerful woman he had chosen to love.

“I’m going to make love to you.” Jane whispered.

She lubed her purple cock and positioned Paul on his back. The purple head of the dildo jutted out from her hips. She collected his legs in her arms and pushed them aside. Paul could feel cool air caress his sensitive backside. He was not used to being in this position, legs spread, exposed, vulnerable. All his life before this he had been the one to penetrate.

Jane gently placed the head of the dildo at Paul’s back gate. With a gentle but powerful thrust she began to push. Paul felt himself open, and open, and OPEN to her assault.

“Oh!” He gasped. “Go slow, go slow!”

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, just breathe, follow my breath.” Jane coach, “Open for me my love. Relax and let me in.”

Jane covered his face in soft kisses. He felt so utterly vulnerable, the muscles of his bottom spasmed as they desperately tried to adjust. Breathing deep he tried to relax. Her cock impaled him, her firm body pressed down on him, her kisses covered him. There was no escape from her attack. He let himself go, he gave himself to her. The sensation overwhelmed him, and he submitted. Pleasurable fire spread from his ass to his loins. The hard cock buried in him juxtaposed to her soft kisses.

“That’s it my love” she cooed. “I’m all the way in!” Her hips pressed against his backside. The mighty purple lance buried to the hilt. “You’re mine now.”

“It’s huge!” Paul protested.

“You’ll get used to it! Now you know how a girl feels when she loses her virginity. Just let go, let me take you, it will feel better and better!”

Paul took deep calming breaths. He was surprised to discover his penis was fully erect. Jane caressed his length. She began to match the strokes of her hand with the pumping of her hips. Paul’s head thrashed back and forth at the intensity of the sensation. Never before had he felt fullness in his ass, pressure on his prostate.

“Good job, my love! Give yourself to me, you’re doing so good!” Jane encouraged him. “Match my breath!”

Paul did as he was told. Jane slowly synchronized their breath to her thrusting and her thrusting to her stroking of his cock. Paul looked up at his lover. Her eyes were eagle like, bright and strong, her movements powerful and forceful, her body glistened with a sheen of sweat. The fat head churned deep within him. Pleasure radiated as her bucking hips crashed against him. Jane pressed her clitorus against the base of the purple monster. Driving it in and out.

“God I love this!” Jane moaned. Her eyes were wild with lust.

Each thrust sent waves of electricity. Jane’s purple phallus connected their two bodies as one. She gave into her desires, she pounded and ground her clit into the base of her weapon. She fucked Paul with a ferocity she didn’t realize she possessed. She climaxed again and again. A guttural growling moan escaped her lips as she came.

Paul moaned beneath her as his own climax approached. Each thrust of the prodigious purple pole sent pulsing pleasure up through his prostate into his cock. He was in ecstasy. Jane could feel the tensing of his body as he came closer and closer to the edge.

“Good boy,” she whispered into his ear. “Cum for me, cum with my hard cock buried in you.”

Her words were the push, he tumbled over the edge. The room whirled and he lost his sense of self. His prostate pulsed against the intruder inside him. His balls boiled over. His seed erupted from his cock, spurting across his abdomen.

“Such a good boy, cum for me!” Jane encouraged.

Paul’s toes curled, hips bucked, tingling tendrils spread pleasure through him. Finally he lay back, utterly spent. His mind and body were exhausted.

“Good boys always clean their messes!” Jane whispered. She ran her fingers through the pooled semen on his stomach. Her fingers then traveled up tracing the outline of his lips. Paul opened his mouth, allowing her fingers in. He tasted his sperm. Her eyes sparkled as she watched. She looked like a goddess hovering above him. Golden sparkles of sweat covered her. She descended and kissed him passionately. Her tongue a writhing snake forcing its way into his mouth.

“I have a final surprise for you.” she said.

She pushed his left leg over, slid her body up against his, her strap-on still lodged deep within him. She positioned herself as the big spoon and undulated her hips sending little trickles of sensation through Paul’s body.

“I hope your comfy, this is how we’re sleeping tonight”

“Yes, my love,” Paul said.

He had never felt more content than he did now. Utterly exposed, owned, taken by the woman he loved. Her strong arms wrapped around him, her cock no longer felt an intruder. He was at peace with his place. Paul realized his relationship would never be quite the same after this night. He was sure that Jane would ride his cock again. But, love making, true loving making was gonna be different. Never again would they make love in the traditional sense. He would submit to her, be mounted, and fucked by her.

Jane snuggled him tightly, her hips pressed to his bottom. Her arms around him, her cock inside him, her lips nuzzled his neck as he drifted peacefully to sleep.

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