Letters to Penthouse XXXII (5 page)

The next day proceeded as usual, except that my cock was rock-hard from my plotting out what I would do to Emma. As a special
treat, I’d bought a metal collar emblazoned with the word “Slave.” I also had some serious plans for her perky nipples, but
couldn’t think about it too much lest I blow off work entirely in favor of jerking off.

I called Emma when I was on my way home. “Emma, I’ll be home soon and I want you to answer the door naked when I ring the
bell. Put the satin sheets on the bed, and make sure your pussy’s ready to be fucked—hard.” Then I hung up on her, humming
to myself as I drove. By the time I got home, my cock was swollen from the image of her on her hands and knees, the collar
around her neck, sucking me off. She greeted me as ordered, absolutely naked, and I immediately pulled her close, grabbing
her into a hug from which she couldn’t escape as I kissed her. She squirmed against me, her naked body making my cock even
harder. Then, just as her tongue began snaking into my mouth, I pulled away. Emma looked slightly
disappointed, but then quickly bowed toward me, intuiting exactly how I wanted her to behave.

“Turn around, slave,” I said, and she did, gracing me with her gorgeous backside. I pinched her ass, then ran a finger along
the slickness between her legs, but no sooner had I started than I stopped. I sucked my finger, savoring her musky juice before
taking out the collar and fastening the cool metal around her neck. I reached around to press my fingers along the engraved
portion, noting how it fit around her throat; there was a little give, but it would certainly make its presence known every
time she spoke, swallowed, or moved. I let her suck on my first two fingers for a moment, before taking them out. “On your
knees,” I said, guiding her down to the floor. She quickly got on her hands and knees, and I walked around her, staring down
and observing her form. “Now crawl up the stairs. I’ll be behind you, and you better be quick.”

I got quite the eyeful as my wife climbed the stairs on her hands and knees. Her ass beckoned to me and made me want to fuck
her in both holes. When we got upstairs, though, her sexy breasts grabbed my attention. I’ve always been a breast man, and
her gorgeous 34C boobs enticed me. When I’d bought the collar, I’d also gotten a set of nipple clamps. We’d never tried them
before, but she’d asked me to pinch, bite, and slap her breasts, and I knew her nubs could take quite a bit of pressure. When
I pulled the toy out of my pocket, letting the metal jangle in front of us, Emma’s
eyes widened. “Good girls get rewarded for following orders,” I said, tweaking her nipples until they were as hard as could
be, before easing the metal ring down the tweezer clamps, opening the tips just wide enough to place around her nub. Then
I inched it upward, watching her body’s reaction as it pinched her tender skin. I pushed it up a notch higher than I normally
would have, and that extra tiny oomph made her spasm.

I did the same to the other, then played with the chain, tweaking it lightly, knowing that her whole body’s attention was
now focused on her nipples. I leaned down and licked each one very gently, finally ready to fuck her. Her nubs were squished
between the plastic clamps and felt different beneath my tongue, and my cock stirred. I reached down and pushed my fingers
inside her pussy, curling them to maximize her pleasure. I wanted her to get just as much out of her submission as I was getting.
Then I moved Emma onto her back, and she spread her legs for me before I even had to ask. Her body looked beautiful, her large
breasts caught within the clamps, her hands above her head, her pussy glistening and waiting just for me. I thrust my hard
cock into her smoothly, driving the head all the way inside and filling her up completely. She gasped quietly, but didn’t
make any noise other than that.

“Good girl,” I said, and she seemed to come loose at that affirmation, much as she had when I’d called her all those filthy
names the last time. This was a sign of
a woman with true slave potential, as grateful for the praise she received in her duty as for the punishment she got for transgression.
I pounded my cock into her, holding on to the chain and giving it light tugs every few minutes until I felt her pussy convulse
around me. “Come, slave, come for me,” I said, and once again, on command, Emma exploded, her juices flooding around my dick.
And I did the same, my come shooting out and bathing her cunt. Then I removed the clamps and watched her face as the sensation
rushed back into her nipples. I once again sucked them, making them wet and juicy as I laved her buds with my tongue.

“Sir, may I request something?” Emma asked quietly as I stroked her hair, holding her close to me.

“Of course, slave,” I said, the word now almost an endearment.

“Would it be possible for us to do this once a week? I greatly enjoy serving you,” she said, in that same proper, modulated
voice.

“I think that can be arranged,” I replied, kissing her passionately. And to think, it all started with that CD.

—Mr. Jake N., Tallahassee, Florida
     

My mistress is the most elegant, beautiful, and bewitching woman in the world. She’s had me under her spell for more than
a year. In fact, I was immediately smitten and I moved in with her as her devoted slave within the first month of our meeting.
Mistress Serafina lives in a gorgeous mansion and is gracious enough to let me serve her day and night. I do everything for
her, from preparing her meals to running her baths to keeping her calendar, and she even lets me lavish her body with my tongue
when I’ve been good.

Today, we went shoe shopping together. Mistress has an entire shoe closet that I keep meticulously organized. I have neatly
taped Polaroids to the outsides of each of the boxes to help me keep track of which pair is which. She’s especially fond of
tall, pointy shoes, as am I—the more imposing my mistress appears, the harder my cock gets.

We entered the store, my mistress marching majestically in front of me while I followed close behind and carried her bags,
ready to do her bidding. Her eyes quickly scanned the shelves filled with row after row of gorgeous shoes. The scent of leather
filled the air, and Mistress imperiously marched over to a corner and pointed to the shoes that she wanted me to bring to
her to inspect.

When she pointed to a towering pair of boots that
had a leopard-print design on the front, two buckles, and a tall stiletto heel, I almost fainted, sure that my bulging erection
was visible to everyone in the store. As I asked the clerk to bring us a pair of the boots in a size nine, my hands were already
trembling. I got them from the clerk and knelt in front of my mistress, gingerly unzipping the sexy black boots she had on
and slipping them off her feet. I couldn’t help but spend a moment stroking her soft, perfect feet, sheathed in fine silk
stockings. I was looking forward to licking her feet once we returned home. Mistress cleared her throat, and when I looked
up she had that impatient look on her face she often gets when I dillydally.

I quickly let go of her foot and prepared the boot, unzipping it and holding it open for her to slide into, then zipped it
back up. I did the same with the other. She held out her foot, twisting it left and right to see the boot at all angles while
I sat before her patiently, my legs folded underneath me. When she placed the heel of her boot on my shoulder, the pressure
made my body tremble, as did the brief flash of her pussy. I hoped that we wouldn’t be shopping for much longer, because I
wanted to be alone with my mistress. She traced the heel of the boot very lightly against my cheek, just enough to make my
mouth salivate with the desire to suck on the long, sticklike heel, before she placed her foot against my bulging crotch,
beckoning me to remove them.

I did so and gingerly placed them back in the box.
“Those!” she commanded, pointing to a pair of tall, black patent leather heels. They had the same effect on me, and I blushed
as I handed the single shoe to the clerk while he looked at me as if he knew exactly what was going on over in our corner.
When I brought the shoes back to her, Mistress was tapping her foot on the floor.

“You took too long, slave, and I’m going to have to punish you for that when we get home. Right now, put those heels on my
feet,” she said, her tone brooking no argument. Somehow, the angrier she gets, the hornier I get, and the more I want to serve
her. My cock was aching as I reached for the beautiful shoes. They were a bit small, and I did my best to inch them around
the edges of her foot, but it was still a tight fit. I did eventually get them both on, but could tell they were pinching
her feet slightly. “Get them off—you’re worthless!” she barked, grabbing the pair she’d worn into the store and putting them
on herself. “Here,” she said, shoving the box with the boots at me. “Go pay for these and meet me at the car.”

I scurried over to the counter and paid for them, then raced back to the car to drive us home. Mistress didn’t say a word
to me, and even though I felt guilty for not having moved quickly enough for her, I was still as hard as a rock and fully
prepared to make up for any transgressions by sexually pleasuring her. I parked, and she rushed into the house while I gathered
her bags and followed her inside. I found Mistress in
her bedroom, where I hung her bag in its place and once again knelt in front of her. Starting to apologize I said, “Mistress,
I—” But she cut me off.

“I don’t care what you have to say. You’re going to start making it up to me right now. I want my new boots, too,” she said,
and I once again took them out and placed her beautiful feet into the lined interior. This time, though, when she stuck out
her foot, I ducked down lower and began sucking on the heel as I’d wanted to do in the store. I wrapped my lips around the
pointy length and then eased off and traced my tongue along the lower edges, then kissed my way upward, trying to gauge exactly
what Mistress wanted from me. I was easing up her calf, intent on reaching her pussy, which I could see above me through the
parted folds of her skirt. But she quickly made sure I paid similar attention to her other boot, and I kissed, licked, and
duly worshiped her boot, licking each silver stud along the side and kissing every buckle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Serafina lifted up her skirt to reveal her perfect, shaved pussy. My cock
surged against my zipper, pressing almost painfully against its confines, but I ignored that momentary twinge as my mouth
moved up against her cunt. Mistress tasted as sweet as ever, and I buried my tongue deep in her hole, grateful for the chance
to do what I do best—orally pleasure her. I sank my tongue into her cunt, lapping up her juices as I rubbed my face against
her wetness, savoring the smell of her delicious
nectar as I ate her. I was pleased to hear her let out a long moan as my tongue’s movements started to work on her. When she
grabbed my head, slamming me tighter against her and moving my face up and down, I knew that all was forgiven as she manipulated
my mouth against her pussy, bringing herself to a rousing orgasm.

When she was done and I’d swallowed all of her come, she lifted my wet face away from her and looked down at me, her face
relaxed but neutral—neither angry nor ecstatic. “Well, my slave, it looks like you’ve redeemed yourself once again,” she said,
the sole of her boot now pressing lightly against my cock. “And it looks like you’ve enjoyed yourself as well. Draw me a bath,
and I might let you jerk off in front of me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said before scurrying off to the bathroom. Mistress likes the water at a very warm but not too hot temperature.
I always make sure to use her favorite scented bubble bath and light a few floating candles. If the water is too hot or too
cold, or any of the elements are not just right—if, for example, the towels are not aligned properly—she refuses to take the
bath and doesn’t speak to me for several hours. After I’d tested the water with my hand and made sure everything else was
up to her exacting standards, I went to fetch her, helping her slip into her silk lounging robe. I was excited beyond measure
when she deemed her bath acceptable.

After she sank into the water, she motioned that I could relieve myself. I turned toward the sink and, while Mistress looked
on, jerked myself off. I was flushed with arousal as well as pride in being a good slave, and I came after only a few hard
pumps of my fist around my cock. I quickly cleaned off myself and the sink, and then Mistress even allowed me to join her
in the bath and massage her feet. It’s not easy being a slave, but I’m honored that my mistress considers me worthy of serving
her.

—Mr. Andrew K., Charlotte, North Carolina