Letters to Penthouse XXXVI (11 page)

The very act of putting on the harness aroused my cock, so that when I finished, it was purple and engorged with blood. The
pouch could barely contain my cock after I put on the device. It fit very snugly over my engorged cock and balls and had a
strap that ran right up the crack of my ass, leaving my ass cheeks bare and exposed. As I was adjusting the narrow strap to
sit as comfortably as possible between my cheeks, my private phone line rang.

“Are you dressed?”

“Yes, Mistress Raven.”

“How do you like your presents, slave?”

“They’re wonderful, Mistress. Putting them on made my cock hard, but I have a meeting to attend at three-thirty and I’m afraid
my erection will show.”

“Yes, slave, I know about the meeting. That is why I sent the cock harness to you at three. Now put your trousers back on
and get ready for your meeting.”

“What happens next?” I asked.

“You wait,” she cooed as she hung up.

The meeting was sheer torture. My cock was hard and throbbing inside the steel rings and the wool of my trousers scratched
my ass whenever I wiggled. Somehow I managed to get through the meeting without anyone noticing my bulging cock—I think. Afterward,
when all I wanted to do was retreat to my office, my staff detained me for birthday cake, coffee, and gag gifts. By the time
I could slip away, it was almost 6:00 p.m.

When I reached my car in the parking garage, there was another note written in gold script on the dash. It read: “Now the
fun begins in earnest. Go home and have a few drinks, watch television if you wish, but remove only your jacket and tie.”
Now my cock was throbbing harder than ever.

Once home, I turned on the TV, removed my jacket and tie, got a beer from the refrigerator, and settled into my lounge chair.
I can’t even remember what I was watching when the smell of her perfume drifted to my nostrils.

“Don’t look around, slave,” she said as I felt a fur-lined blindfold slip over my eyes. “Your lover tells me that you want
your birthday spanking to be something really special. Would you like for me to administer a really severe whipping for your
birthday? If so, don’t say a word. Just remove your clothes and get down on your hands and knees.”

Of course, I stripped down to my G-string in about ten seconds. Mistress pulled my hands behind my back and secured them there
with handcuffs. Then she placed a set of shackles around my ankles, heightening the delicious feeling of helplessness. She
then wrapped a heavy chain collar around my neck, locked it, and snapped a leash onto it. Pulling gently, she guided me to
her open legs as she sat on the edge of my lounge chair. I felt silky stockings rub my face, then kissed each stiletto heel
as she offered it to my mouth.

A tug on my leash pulled my face into her fragrant, smoothly shaved cunt, and I began to lap her happily. To show her approval
of my efforts, she began to slap my upturned ass cheeks gently with a riding crop. The deeper I lapped her sex, the harder
she used the crop. I buried my tongue in her sweet cunt long enough to make her come three times while the crop sang through
the air on each stroke. The pain was marvelous.

“You will endure a lot more pain and pleasure before I let you have an orgasm,” said Mistress, “and after that you’re going
to eat every drop of your come. Now, slave, crawl for me.”

As I crawled on my knees, still wearing chains around my wrists and ankles, she led me slowly down the hallway toward the
guest room, tugging on the leash to guide me along. When we reached the edge of the bed, she helped me up and laid me facedown
in the middle of it. She tied a rope to the middle of my leg iron chain and fastened it to the foot of the bed. Only then
did she remove my handcuffs, wrap leather cuffs around my wrists, and then lock them securely to the chains already in place.
Pulling up on my wrists pulled me tight against the rope, and any effort to move made the leg irons dig into my ankles.

“Do you wish to have a gag, slave?”

I knew there was a rubber gag shaped like a short penis available for her to use, but I knew I might want to beg her for more
at some point, so I answered, “No, Mistress.” I heard the click of my stopwatch and knew she was timing what she was doing.

As the first blow fell, she said, “I am going to whip you for thirty-five minutes in honor of your birthday. Of course, I
will give you the traditional extras, one minute to grow on and one more minute for good luck.”

First, Mistress applied some warm-up strokes with a four-inch-wide leather paddle, and then she switched to a two-inch-wide
leather belt with large holes along its length. Next came a riding crop, which whistled through the air each time she used
it, and last, but definitely not least, she expertly applied a sturdy flogger to my ass. The long strips of leather snapped
sharply across my cheeks, leaving me breathless. The pain that instrument produces is exquisite in its intensity.

After a few minutes of torture to my ass, I begged Mistress to do the entire area between my knees and neck. She complied,
using only the belt on those additional areas. The feeling of relief that swept over me as she whipped my thighs and my back
is impossible to explain. After she completed the second round of whipping with each instrument, the entire world seemed to
fade away, and I experienced euphoria such as I have never felt before in my life.

“Well, slave, your thirty-five minutes are over. Now I am going to give you the two bonus minutes I promised. I want your
specific permission to use only the crop for the last two minutes.”

“Yes, Mistress Raven,” I dutifully replied, “you may beat me as hard as you like.”

The last two minutes hurt more than the first thirty-five, but when she took the first of the two final strokes across my
left cheek with the crop, I realized what really exquisite pain could be. I jerked against my chains as the breath left my
body, but even before I could have said anything the second blow fell across the other ass cheek. The only way I can describe
the feeling is to compare it to having a branding iron laid across my butt. A few seconds later, she whispered in my ear.
“How does your ass feel now? Good, I hope, because you and I are going to dinner now.” She released me from my restraints
and then told me to get dressed.

We went to dinner with me wearing a brown suit, black G-string, stainless-steel and leather cock harness, and stripes on my
ass. Mistress wore a skintight black dress with a low-cut neckline that showed off her marvelous tits. Over the top of it
she had tightly laced a Victorian-style waist cincher in red satin. She wore black stockings and black patent leather shoes
with five-inch golden spikes for heels. During dinner she ground her heels into my crotch several times, causing the cock
harness to dig into my dick and balls and producing white-hot flashes of heat.

Mistress made me suffer through dinner, dessert, and coffee before we finally headed back toward my apartment. Once there,
she had me strip, chained me faceup on the bed, put the blindfold in place, and began to disrobe. I heard her clothing being
removed, and then she crawled up and sat on my face. “Eat me, slave,” she ordered, as she lowered her fragrant cunt to my
mouth. After I licked her to one orgasm, she removed my cock harness and lowered her cunt slowly onto my throbbing dick.

“Don’t you dare come,” she ordered. She squeezed my cock hard with her well-trained cunt muscles and held still until she
felt me calm down. She repeated this several times, fucking herself to several orgasms before she felt the big one coming.
“Now you can come, slave.”

I had a thunderous orgasm, finishing at the same time she did. I felt that I had unleashed the granddaddy of all loads of
come into her love hole. She continued to fuck my cock into her semen-soaked cunt until I finally went soft. After several
minutes, she crawled up and sat on my face again, pulling my head up into her crotch by holding my hair. She told me to suck
my come out of her cunt and not to stop until she was clean again.

After I finished, Mistress got up and washed and got dressed. “I am leaving you chained to the bed and blindfolded. Your lover
will come and unlock you shortly. I hope you enjoyed my visit. Tell her when you are ready for me to visit again.” She leaned
over and kissed my cock, then left the room, closing the door behind her. The taste of her cunt lingered on my lips, but I
knew the feel of her whip on my ass would linger even longer.

What a fantastic birthday present! Now I almost can’t wait for the next time Nadine decides to play Mistress Raven again!

—Mr. D.D., Delaware

I read recently in
Penthouse Variations
about one of your readers who enjoyed wearing his wife’s panties and thought you might like to hear about an experience that
my girlfriend and I shared recently.

We have been dating for seven months, and from the first I knew that Audrey was the girl for me. I have always secretly been
cross-dressing, but more in the line of women’s panties, stockings, and knee-high boots rather than the wearing of bras and
wigs.

When I first met Audrey, she said to me, “You’re hiding something,” and always teased me about what it might be. Finally I
came to the realization that if this relationship was going to be the one, I had to be open and trust my intuition and introduce
Audrey to my secret world.

It was only a month after we had met and it was her birthday. We both had a free day and celebrated with a champagne breakfast.
We had been discussing fantasies, and I had indicated that I was a little kinky and liked to wear stockings and women’s panties.
Audrey teased me and asked me to put them on for a birthday treat. I agreed and told her to be prepared because she might
be getting more than she bargained for.

I put on black silk stockings, black knee-length boots, a pair of black silk panties, a top made of a very fine type of mesh
similar to stockings, and the kind of leather wristbands used in bondage. I put one leg around my bedroom door and did the
sort of entrance that a stripper might do. The champagne had reduced my inhibitions, but I still felt apprehensive about coming
out.

As I appeared in the living room I saw Audrey’s eyes widen and a look of pure lust come over her.
Thank God,
I thought,
she likes it.
I asked her if she liked what she saw before her. She said, “Do I like it? I love it! You look so slutty. Come here.”

It seemed to have awoken the wild woman in my girlfriend. She got me on the bed and started licking my cock through the silky
panties, then took me in her mouth and sucked me long and hard until I exploded. She drank down all my come and then right
away started getting me hard again so I could fuck her.

Needless to say, our lovemaking has gotten better and better, and now, seven months later, we have dress-up parties every
week where we both dress up as lusty wenches and enjoy each other. Additionally, Audrey started talking about how she wished
she had a cock so she could fuck me.
Well, why not,
I thought, and we bought a strap-on dildo a couple of weeks ago.

Early last Sunday evening she wanted to play and told me to dress up in my stockings and panties. I wasn’t allowed to put
on the boots, which I thought strange until she told me we were going out for dinner with me wearing stockings and panties
underneath my jeans. She got dressed up in a sheer black top and a black push-up bra with a pair of black slacks. When I saw
her I was taken aback because I could see the definite outline of a hard cock in her slacks. She was wearing the strap-on
dildo!

Audrey put on her jacket and we walked down to the local steak house. You couldn’t actually see the strap-on below her jacket,
but when she sat down at the table and took off her jacket, I was well aware that she was sitting there eating her steak with
a massive hard-on! When we left the restaurant and walked back home, it was strange to feel a “cock” on the woman I loved.
As we started up a small side street, Audrey pulled out the strap-on and whispered in my ear, “Suck my cock, you slut.”

Well, I’ll do anything to keep her happy, so I knelt on the ground and sucked her off. She got so much pleasure from it that
we literally ran back to the house to begin our game. I had to put my boots on and she put eyeliner and lip gloss on my face.
She took off her slacks and panties, putting the latter over my head with the crotch in my mouth like a gag. She then made
me kneel on the bedroom chair and proceeded to rub her strap-on against my anus.

I was shaking. I had seen something in her eyes. She was in control now. She rubbed some oil on her cock and slowly entered
me. It was an experience I’ll never forget. I couldn’t remember ever coming so hard, my semen shooting from my cock to splatter
the chair and even the carpet.

The scene so excited Audrey that she was all but insatiable that night, demanding that I fuck her again and again. Am I ever
glad that I got up the nerve to tell Audrey about my special secret. It’s opened up a whole new world of pleasure for us.