Classic Variations: Wicked Whims by Angela Winters

By day, I work as a kickboxing instructor at one of the top fitness clubs in my area. I usually lead my classes wearing standard-blue ladies’ gym shorts and a club t-shirt with my hair pulled up in a ponytail. I lead a tough workout, shouting orders like a drill sergeant and expecting my class to respond with strong shouts and equally strong effort. I work my students hard and demand that they push themselves to the limit. Many of the men in my class have come to refer to me as “The General.” They respect my power and strength, and their bodies reap the benefits of my training methods. Oddly enough, the students who are attracted to my demanding personality in the gym have no idea that the persona I display in class is the opposite of the person I become when I go home to my husband.

I met my husband, Glen, four years ago at a martial arts expo. He’s an executive of a corporation that manages sporting equipment stores, and he was there to show off his new line of bags and gloves. I was attracted to him immediately since he was one of only a few men I’ve ever met who dwarfed my five-foot-ten-inch frame by almost six inches. The minute we started talking, the conversation became more innuendo than anything else. His boasting about how easily he could pin me to the ground kept us verbally sparring for the rest of the day and on into dinner. After several dates and some candid discussion about our secret desires, we decided to put his bragging to the test. We sparred for almost an hour straight. It was a vigorous match, but after the first time I found myself pinned and helpless, I knew I had met the man that I would call my husband and master.

Glen spends his days dealing with managerial issues or in sales meetings. He resolves customer complaints and keeps the shareholders happy. However, when he comes home, he expects things to be a certain way and I am always more than willing to keep his high expectations met and his sexual hunger fed.

After one particularly rough day at work, Glen came home anxious to be served. I could tell by the way the car screeched into the garage that his afternoon meeting had not gone as well as expected. He needed his dutiful sex slave at his feet to make everything right with his world. As usual, I was waiting for him on my knees, wearing nothing but a silk thong, black patent leather heels and my precious slave collar that bore a metal plate reading “Property of Master Glen.” He was more than thirty minutes late coming home from work, so I was thankful for the plush velvet cushion under my knees that he’d given me last year as a reward for faithful service.

My long, red hair fell down my back in ringlets and stopped just above my well-toned, heart-shaped ass. My large breasts hovered over a silver serving plate that I held in my hands, and a cold glass of eighteen-year-old scotch rested between my tits. The coldness of the glass already had my nipples rock-hard, but I tried to keep my eagerness from showing as I heard the garage door close. I shifted into the perfect submissive position and lowered my head as he entered.

As soon as the door shut behind him, I felt his gaze burn into me as he carefully studied me. I knew he’d had an especially hard day and I began to wonder if I had let the ice melt too much in his drink or if the tray wasn’t polished to his liking, but then he spoke.

“I have had a trying day, Angela, and I am going to expect more out of my slave than usual tonight,” he said and took his drink. He made sure to swipe the glass across both my nipples before bringing it to his mouth; draining it in one giant gulp and setting it back down on the tray.

“Yes, Master Glen," I replied, and started to rise and head to the kitchen to fetch his dinner. “Stay there, slave!" he shouted. I felt my knees buckle and I dropped back down to the ground, thrilled by the intensity the night was sure to hold.

He walked behind me and I sat completely still as I heard the rustle of him loosening his tie. Then I felt him slide it over my head, blindfolding me. The smooth silk felt cool upon my face and he tied it in such a way that there was no chance I could even peek out from underneath. He took the tray from my hands and said, “I’m not really hungry for dinner. I have something entirely different in mind.” My skin tingled upon hearing those words and I jumped a little as I felt him securing cold, tight clamps to my erect nipples. In the past, this would have been my signal to bend over for a spanking, but my master had a different tone today, so I didn’t move, and waited for his next command.

He tugged the chain connecting the clamps and told me to follow him on my hands and knees. He led me slowly, and I crawled across the carpet, up the stairs and onto the hardwood floor of our playroom. Our playroom is elaborate and has been lovingly built one piece at a time over the last couple of years. It is our private place and stays locked to everyone but us. He keeps it stocked full of toys and I keep it immaculately clean. Almost once a month, my loving master acquires something new to share with me. “Stay right there on your hands and knees while I prepare my new toy.” I shivered with the thought of what he could have in store for me and uttered the faintest reply of “Y-Yes, Master.”

My pussy swelled with arousal as I heard something heavy and metallic snap into place. Then there was the sound of rattling chains, followed by some kind of cloth being smoothed out and a gentle creaking from above. My mind was racing with the possibilities and I was dying to tear off my blindfold to find out, but I knew better and waited patiently for his next order.

The next noise I heard was the very familiar sound of his pants being unzipped. This is one of my favorite sounds in the world because it means that my master’s cock will soon be mine. I sat up and opened my mouth with covetous greed. I am always eager to serve my master in this way. I love to feel his cock slide down my throat while I lick and suck all around the head and shaft.

“That’s a good girl, always ready for her master’s cock," he said, rubbing the tip of his rock-hard erection around my lips. I licked where he touched me with it and tried to follow his movements while he teased me, keeping his cock just out of reach. I knew I couldn’t use my hands until he was fully in my mouth, so I bobbed and licked at the air. He was amused by this and laughed with delight at my efforts until, finally, I felt the delectable tip slide into my mouth. I eagerly sucked it down, rolling my tongue all around the shaft as his whole length filled my throat. He grabbed my long auburn hair in his fists and slowly worked himself in and out of my mouth.

Every time he pushed his cock between my lips, I got more excited. As he fucked my face, I gobbled him up. My juicy pussy mirrored my mouth as my wetness soaked through my thong and dripped down my thighs. I knew I could use my hands now, so I deftly slid them along the base of his dick as his thick shaft filled my cheeks over and over. I knew I was doing a good job because he growled in satisfaction with each stroke. Every sign of affirmation made me work even harder to please him. I love sucking my master’s cock and couldn’t wait until he exploded in my mouth. I wanted to feel his hot juice shoot down my throat.

Suddenly, he pushed me back and I felt my prize sliding out and away from me. I whimpered and he knew I wanted more, but he laid me down and slid his hard shaft, still dripping wet from my saliva, between my big, round tits. He ordered me to push my breasts together and stick out my tongue so that I could lick the head of his cock every time it pushed up through my tits to my waiting mouth. I knew he was getting close to coming because he ordered me to grab his balls and tug them hard. I wrapped my hands around his tight sac and gave them a firm squeeze. He moaned his approval and I opened my lips and stuck out my tongue as he shot his hot come all over my mouth and tits. I eagerly licked up every delicious drop of his load. I even used my fingers to scoop the come from my tits to my mouth. He laughed. “My little slut loves her master’s juice, doesn’t she?"

“Oh, yes, Master,” I replied, and continued to seek out and swallow every last bit of his come that I could find.

“That’s my good girl," he said, then told me to stand up so he could show me what he had in store for me next. I stood up and he slid the blindfold from my face. At first my eyes had to adjust to the light, but soon I saw the thing that had me so intrigued. In the middle of the room, a large canvas sex swing was hanging from the ceiling. It was shaped like a big X and there were restraints on each of the four ends for arms and legs. It would support me while leaving my pussy and ass completely exposed. “Its time you learned to swing,” he said, turning me around to face him. He leaned me back into the chair and strapped my arms into the tight restraints. I slyly gave them a little tug and knew there was no way I could escape on my own. He cupped my ass in his hands and lifted me into the seat. Then he spread my legs, admiring how wet my panties had become. I felt myself flush with desire as he lifted my legs, one at a time, and secured them wide open with a tether that hooked into my arm restraints. I was completely under his control and subject to his whims and my pussy felt like it was going to explode with the anticipation of extreme pleasure.

He took out a small paddle and grinned at me devilishly. Then he ran the paddle over my drenched panties and began to spank my pussy through them softly at first, then building up the speed and intensity until I cried out in ecstasy. Each swat made my pussy twitch with delight. I would have reached orgasm right there if he continued at this pace, but he stopped and tossed the paddle on the floor with a loud thwack. He knew I was almost there. He always knows.

“Now, let’s see how wet we have made your pretty little pussy," he said as he retrieved a pair of scissors from the dresser. I eyed the scissors curiously and bit my lip as I considered their destination. “Don’t be nervous, my pet. I am just going to give myself better access," he whispered. He slid the cold metal scissors up my left side and cut through my panty strap. Then he did the same to the right side, leaving the fabric just lying on top of my quivering skin. I shook with excitement as he turned away to put the scissors back in their place.

He sauntered back and grinned as he admired his slave in this deliciously defenseless position. “Now this is a picture I bet your students would like to see," he chuckled before snapping a few photos with our digital camera. He loved to tease that he would expose me to my students or colleagues. I know he would never actually betray that trust, but the thought of it excited me. The idea that my students would see “The General” in this position made me whimper with arousal. He grinned at me playfully and put down the camera.

Master Glen moved closer and hovered over me, and then he slid my soaking-wet panties against my swollen clit. I groaned with ecstasy as he pulled off my drenched thong with a jerk, spanked my clit with it and tossed it aside. Spread open at this angle, my swollen pussy and tight asshole were now fully exposed. My shaved cunt was practically dripping with desire, and my asshole quivered as I saw his gaze drop down to it.

Master announced, “Your pussy is beautiful, but we need to do something about that ass of yours right now.” He retrieved a short flogger and slapped my cheeks with it. Each flick of his wrist was followed by another incredible lash. The sting of the flogger built in intensity as he whipped each of my cheeks. I wriggled in my defenseless position, knowing that my ass was turning the same color as my flushed face. I was overcome with desire. I didn’t think that I could take much more of this delicious discipline, lest I come without permission. “That’s much better," he said while swatting each cheek for good measure. “Don’t think I didn’t see you test your arm restraints earlier, slave. Your master sees everything," he boasted.

His claim was so true. Over the course of our four years together, nothing got by him. Even the smallest indiscretion on my part was noted, and I was usually made to pay for it later. Of course, I never minded the penalty for such things. In fact, truth be told, there have been times when I make mistakes on purpose just to experience the wonderful pleasure of his firm hand.

I barely had time to catch my breath as he grabbed some lubricant, greased his finger and rimmed my asshole in tiny, light circles. The pressure of his fingers increased and my tight little pucker relaxed as he delved in deeper. He slid one finger inside, probing my taut anus as I moaned helplessly. He added more lube and a second finger before removing them to insert a long, rippled dildo. My tight little hole grabbed hold of it and I squealed with pleasure as the graduated curves of the toy stretched me open wider and wider as he slid in each inch. He jiggled the toy slowly as he slid two fingers of his other hand inside my hot, wet pussy. I felt him tapping my G-spot as he worked the toy in and out of my ass. He explained to me that he was a lucky man to have married such a horny little slut, and then he leaned in and circled my clit with his tongue. Again, I felt myself flush and edge close to orgasm. He knew instantly, of course, and stopped all the luscious movement at once. I groaned with desperation.

“Who is your master?" he demanded. My body screamed with the need to climax. I had been so close. I cried out in a desperate voice, "You are, Master Glen!"

“Then beg me to let you come, slave," he ordered in his commanding tone.

“Please, Master, let me come. Let your slave girl come," I answered desperately. I hoped my plea had been convincing enough and, thankfully, it had. He resumed licking my clit, rubbing my G-spot and working the anal toy. I came in hard waves as he pulled the toy out of my pulsing backdoor and replaced it with his hard, lubricated shaft. As he pulled the swing toward him with hard jerks, I felt his strong cock ramming into my ass deeper and deeper. My orgasm blossomed and flourished with every glorious stroke. Moaning and wailing, I felt my master stretching me, taking my ass and showing me that I truly belonged to him. As he fucked me, he tugged on the chain connecting my nipple clamps and I yearned to feel him come inside me. “Please, Master!" I yelled, "Come in my ass!" My asshole clenched around his cock, and he groaned and gave one last shove. Wave after wave of his hot come filled my backside and I was finally at peace.

Glen unfastened my restraints and released the nipple clamps, sucking on my tender nubs to soothe them. Then he carried me to the bedroom and lowered me onto our bed, covering me with gentle kisses. "My sweet Angela," he said. "You made my day." A smile of contentment spread across my face in a wordless reply, letting him know that he had just done the same for me.