Letters to Penthouse XXXII (21 page)

She walked right up to us, putting a hand on each of our shoulders and explaining what would be required of us. We would live
in her home, receiving room and board, and would be on call and available to her at all times. We would be required to service
her sexually
whenever she requested it. She traveled occasionally and we would have those days to ourselves.

Mistress Dominique took my head and lowered it to her cleavage. Her sweetly scented skin and smooth, lush breasts enveloped
my nose and mouth deliciously. She slid her breasts out of the tight bodice of her latex dress. I quickly paid homage to her
nipples, kissing and licking them. By the time I was finished, I was smitten. I turned to see Mistress pull April close. My
friend immediately bowed her head and lovingly worshiped her breasts as well. Mistress must have been pleased by our actions,
because she accepted us as her slaves on the spot. We have been her dedicated servants ever since.

Last week, we were treated to a fun bondage session. After breakfast, which April and I cooked while clad in the skimpiest
of thongs, Mistress Dominique grabbed us by our collars, pointing to several dirty dishes we’d “mistakenly” left on the dining
room table and in the kitchen sink. The truth was that we know our mistress well, and we love tempting her into punishing
us.

No sooner had we stepped out of the kitchen than Dominique’s voice rang out loud and clear. “Darlings, where do you think
you’re going? Look at this mess! You surely don’t expect to just saunter off and leave it for me to clean. Oh, no, that won’t
do at all. You’re going to wash these plates till they sparkle. But first I’m going to have some fun with you.”

She grabbed each of us by the arm and led us into the living room, scolding us all the way. Well, living room is a bit of
a misnomer. To the untrained eye, it does look like a typical living room, with a couch, TV, end table, and lamp. But if you
peer more closely, you’ll see that in the far corner of the room is a cage. It’s a special cage that Mistress built just for
naughty girls like us. It’s where she puts us when we’re in need of some special punishment.

“Get on your knees and crawl into your cage, you brats,” she ordered. April and I looked at each other, and I knew she was
thinking the exact same thing I was: Bring it on! We’re both gluttons for bondage of any sort, and our little trick of leaving
the dishes on the table was our way of pushing our mistress’s buttons. She closed the door on the full-size cage and the click
of the metal lock echoed loudly in the room.

Even though we’d been in the cage many times before, each session brought with it a series of emotions. At first, it was exciting,
almost like an adventure. But the longer she left us inside it, the more aroused I became. I held on to the bars, trying to
wiggle my face between the spaces to get closer to her. Apparently, Mistress didn’t like that, because she squeezed each of
my cheeks and pushed me back, then shackled one of my wrists to the bar with a pair of handcuffs. “Just one,” she said in
response to my questioning look, “I want you to use the other one to fuck your little girlfriend.”

Then she sat on the floor, watching us intently. I certainly wasn’t going to complain. With my left hand anchored to the cage,
I couldn’t really move around, but April dutifully crawled toward me and took off her clothes. She inched closer until her
pussy was right next to my fingers. I looked up at Mistress Dominique, then back at my best friend, before stroking her wet
slit and hearing her moan in pleasure. “That’s right, fuck her good and hard,” barked Dominique, who was frantically toying
with her own clit while she watched us. “She can take more—use four fingers,” she said, and I trembled both at April’s wetness
and at Dominique’s orders. I easily added another two fingers into April’s dripping-wet pussy, and she moaned in response.
Mistress is the ultimate voyeur and often commands us to fuck each other in all sorts of imaginative ways. On that night,
however, I wasn’t going fast enough for Dominique, because she stopped me abruptly while April’s moans still hung in the air.

“You,” she said, pointing to April. “Get over here and spread your legs. Move your pussy as close to the bars as you can get.
And you, do the same thing, but get on your hands and knees.” And with that our beloved Mistress stalked away, leaving us
writhing in aroused anticipation. Neither of us dared to speak, hoping that she would return with something to sate our sexual
appetites. I was able to turn around, even with my wrist chained to the cage, and thrust my ass
against the metal bars until I could feel their coolness against my eager cheeks.

Mistress didn’t disappoint us. I tried to keep my eyes respectfully on the cage’s floor while I offered up my ass to Dominique,
but I couldn’t help sneaking a quick peek. She’d returned with a dildo, lube, and her beloved crystal-studded riding crop.
I winked at April, because we were both about to get what was coming to us—April, a good, hard fuck, and me, a nice, stinging
spanking. “I should keep you in there all day,” Mistress said as she settled herself outside the cage. She lifted the crop
and brought it down with a loud slap across my sweet spot, dead center between my two ass cheeks. Her smack burned, but also
made my pussy throb. Dominique added some lube to the massive latex cock and April moaned in pleasure as her mistress gradually
worked it into her slippery cunt.

It may not sound like getting fucked by a massive dildo is much of a punishment, but pretending that it was seemed to be all
part of Dominique’s playful game. April was more than up for the task, though, and spread her legs as wide as she could, until
her leg brushed against mine. Dominique continued to twist and push the slick toy until it was finally all the way inside
April. Clearly excited as the toy invaded her, April bit her lip, trying not to cry out her joy. Dominique laughed wickedly,
muttering something about how April just loved getting fucked by large toys. I let out a small giggle, which quickly subsided
when Dominique
brought the crop whizzing through the air, landing it perfectly against one ass cheek and then the other. The cage’s bars
were no impediment to her strokes, and I pushed my ass closer toward her, wanting more.

As she continued to simultaneously fuck and smack us, I rattled the handcuff against the metal bars. The noise was soon joined
by our feminine moans as Dominique made us both come at once, April with solid thrusts of the huge dildo and me by sliding
the crop up and down along my wet slit until the delicious friction became overwhelming. Afterward, we parted, recovering
on the floor of the cage while our mistress kissed us through the bars.

She finally let us out, and our reward for taking our punishments so well was the chance to lick Dominique’s sweet, wet pussy,
each of us alternating between her hard clit and flowing cunt until we’d made her come multiple times. Dominique closed and
locked the cage, tucking away the tiny key into her bra. With the way the two of us misbehave, I had a feeling she’d be needing
it again very shortly.

—Ms. Val A., Baltimore, Maryland
     

Last weekend, my husband, Kevin, and I celebrated the tenth anniversary of the first time he tied me up. For a hardcore bondage
fan like me, especially one as submissive as I am, those two special days were more than I could have ever wished for, and
possibly the greatest of my life thus far.

Kevin arranged it all, down to the very last detail. As he explained when telling me about our plans, my only job was to enjoy
myself. Since I’ve learned that only good things happen when he is in control, I submitted as I normally do, confident in
my belief that whatever my husband came up with would be great.

When he arrived home from work on the Friday night of our weekend away, he didn’t bother changing out of his suit. He just
dropped his briefcase by the door and gave me a once-over. I was dressed as he’d instructed me to, in a black lace demicup
bra and garter belt, seamed stockings, and no panties under my tight emerald-green dress that he loved because it hugged my
large breasts and generous hips. My shoes were patent leather and open-toed, with straps that buckled around my ankles and
four-inch stiletto heels. It had taken me a while to learn how to walk in them, but now I can do it without a problem. This
outfit was Kevin’s absolute favorite, and my pussy had grown
damp as I’d put it on, especially knowing that he would soon be taking it off.

He drove us to a small, exclusive inn about an hour upstate, where we began our evening with a delicious meal. The champagne
flowed freely and went right to my head, so I was in high spirits by the time we went to our room. Though it wasn’t large,
it was comfortable and most important, it featured a big four-poster bed—perfect for a couple as into bondage as my husband
and I are. In fact, I’m confident that’s one of the details Kevin made sure of when he made the reservations.

I went into the bathroom to freshen up as he began pulling things from a small leather bag he’d brought with him. When I returned
to the bedroom, having shed my dress, his eyes roved hungrily over my half-naked body as I looked at the stuff he’d laid out
on the mattress. Many of the items were familiar favorites, while others were things that he’d obviously purchased especially
for this occasion. There were nylon straps, handcuffs, a ball gag and a blindfold, and even a spreader bar I’d never seen
before; it was wider than the one I was used to. My nipples hardened as I took it all in. My clit started throbbing with anticipation
as my husband, still dressed, beckoned me toward him.

He placed a hand on one of my cheeks and kissed me lovingly on the other, and then he picked up a black leather blindfold.
The world went dark as he tied it around my head, and then he turned me around to
secure the handcuffs to my wrists before helping me to my knees.

I listened as he walked around me until he was once again facing me. As I delighted in the feel of cold metal against my skin
and the carpet beneath my knees, I heard the sound of a zipper being dragged down. Then there was a rustling as Kevin pulled
out his cock. It brushed against my lips, the tip damp with his precome, and though I longed to give it a lick, I waited for
my husband’s command. Finally, I heard the word. “Suck,” he said, so I opened my mouth and swallowed his length as far as
it would go.

I sucked him slowly and carefully, trying to maintain my balance without the use of my hands. That was a difficult thing to
do even with all my years of practice, so Kevin put his hands on my head to hold me still. Now, instead of me going down on
him, he was fucking my face.

His shaft pulsed against my tongue as he guided his dick down my throat, and then back out, again and again. I could taste
the fluid that leaked nonstop from the slit in his bulbous crown, and I hungered for his creamy load. I moaned around him
to communicate this need, hoping the vibrations might set him off, but rather than giving me what I wanted, he pulled away.
However, he left my mouth empty for only for a moment before replacing his dick with the ball gag I love so much. He buckled
it snugly around my head, and I
moaned in pleasure at both the feel and the taste of the rubber ball.

Now, with a hand under each of my arms, Kevin helped me back to my feet and onto the bed, again in a kneeling position, this
time facing away from him. After giving my ass a hard smack, he undid my cuffs and moved me onto my back. Instinctively, I
raised my arms and opened my legs so that I was spread-eagled on the mattress, the position that is often next in our usual
routine. However, I was in for a surprise.

First, I felt his hands at my ankles, and he bent each leg before securing the spreader bar between them with what felt like
leather cuffs. My legs were now spread so wide that my pussy was splayed open for him to use however he chose. He often likes
teasing me with a vibrator before giving me his cock, so I figured that was coming next as I heard him rummaging through his
bag and pulling something out.

However, the sound of buzzing never filled the air. Instead, Kevin moved down a little and wrapped this new item around one
of my thighs, securing it so it was tight. Then he reached up, took my hand, and lowered it so that it rested at my side.
My heart raced as another strap was tightened around my wrist, and when I tried to move my arm, I found that it wouldn’t budge.
Now, this was a real treat!

Kevin repeated his actions with my other arm and thigh, and when I was totally bound he put his hand between my legs and dragged
his finger along my
dripping-wet slit. My clit quivered a little at his touch, and then quivered even more as he began stroking up and down. He
stoked my fires with his teasing caress, bringing me close to the edge of orgasm but never going quite far enough to push
me over. I tried pleading with him to make me come, but my words were muffled by the rubber sphere pressing against my tongue.
I was completely at his mercy, a fact of which he was well aware.