Real Woman

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“Sh-h.”

That’s how I wake you. A serpent sound poured into your ear.

You surface to full consciousness the way you always do: naked, sprawled on your stomach, limbs carelessly outstretched like the beast of luxury you are. But this time, something is not right. As you try to turn onto your back, you find you can’t; both your wrists and your ankles are firmly secured to the bed frame.

“Oh!” you breathe in sleepy surprise.

“Oh,” I echo through a smile.

“I need coffee.”

“You’re not getting any.” I move to the edge of the bed, just beyond any possible contact.

The bed’s metal frame rattles as you tug at your hands, your feet. Then, with a little more desperation, you try all your limbs at once.  “Hey, not funny!”

A hint of a grin crooks my lips and I rise. “It’s not meant to be funny.”

You do your best to follow me with your eyes, but tied the way you are it is impossible. “The joke’s over. Untie me.”

“Oh, my darling,” I coo, picking up the thing I’ve been searching for, ” the joke hasn’t even begun.”

You tug at your bonds again, but they’ll hold tight, I’m quite sure of it. “Come on, Reggie! Enough’s enough. Very funny, but I’m not amused.” As you spit out little statements designed to make me untie you, it takes on a familiar imperious tone, but this time I hear the hint of desperation beneath it. “I mean it! Stop being stupid.”

The tongue of the wicked black crop lands on your left ass cheek with a surprisingly loud crack. I’ve been practicing this against my own leg until I got it right. I know, by the sound, that I’m using my wrist to perfection.

“Fuck!” It takes a moment for the shock of it to sink in, but when it does, you’re livid. “You fucking untie me right now, you little bitch!”

The next stroke lands on your right cheek, leaving a matching mark that turns from light pink to deep crimson as the blood flows into the flesh. Every new tirade of invective that erupts from your mouth, I replay with a sharp, precise crop stroke. You’re a smart man: it doesn’t take too many repetitions of this particular example of cause and effect for the message to sink in. Six rose-bright marks on your ass and you’re done, panting and silent. You rest your face on the sheeted mattress.

When you finaly speak again, there’s a resignation in your voice. “What’s this all about, Reggie?”

“This is payback,” I mutter, climbing back onto the bed. I’m hoping that now you notice that you are naked and I’m fully clothed. What is more, I’m wearing a suit – a man’s suit. My quiet, conservative tie secured to my shirt with a platinum clip. Yours. Yes, you do notice. Your frightened eyes dart to details as I crawl towards you on my hands and knees. The cufflinks, the plain belt buckle, the unnatural bulge in my crotch.

“For… for what. Reggie? For fuck’s sake, for what?”

I straddle your back, just above your ass. The rough worsted of my suit trousers chafes your skin. Leaning forward, I push a few strands of your hair away from your ear and bring my mouth close.

“Remember the email?” I whisper. “The one where you told me how horny you were and how much you wanted to feel my mouth around your cock? Oh, you wanted me to suck you so badly. You could almost feel my hot, wet, hungry mouth enclosing you. Remember?”

“Of course I do.”

“Mmm.” I thread my splayed fingers into your hair, clutch a handful and turn your head. I want the other ear now. “Of course you do.”

“Yes,” you huff defensively. “I do!”

“And do you remember when you phoned me on Monday? You asked me if my nipples were hard. When I said they weren’t, you made me pinch them, hard, until they were. Then you told me how you’d suck them until I writhed and couldn’t bear it any longer, until my breasts ached and I begged you to stop and fuck me?”

A little growl, soft but feral rises up your throat. “Yes.”

My lips press against your cheek: a sweet reward of a kiss. My hand, however, is not as kind. It slides between your chest and the mattress, fingers searching and finding the flat, ridged nub of your nipple. I squeeze with mounting pressure. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“But…”

The pain makes you reconsider. “No excuses.”

“But, Reggie… Ow!” Another sharp pinch and you give up.

I am draped over your back, and as I drag myself up it, my breasts pressed tight, I know the cruel little tie pin leaves a long scratch along your spine, catching on each vertebrae as I ascend it like a ladder.

“You said you wanted to fuck me. You said you needed to fuck me. You told me how you’d do it. So many times: fast and frantic, slow and sensually, bending me over, pushing me back, holding me down. You promised to fuck me so many ways from Sunday,” I murmured, “I really can’t remember them all now. Can you?”

For a moment, you say nothing. “I…I meant it. Every time… I meant it.”

“Sure you did, lover.” I snap, rising off your back.

My hand comes down on your ass with so much force it makes my own palm throb.

“Fucking bitch!” you roar.

“Wrong answer!” I snap. The next blow I deliver is harder, louder.  You buck violently beneath me at the sting. “You, sweetheart, are my bitch now.”

“Like fuck I am!”

“Are you hard?” I let a little syrup slip into my voice with the question.

Another moment of silence.

“No.” Your voice is full of sulk and I shift until I’m sitting on the back of your thighs and reach beneath your hip, and curl my hand around your cock.

It is hard. You know it. I know it. The mean squeeze I deliver only brings more blood flooding into the shaft, making it pulse.

“All those promises,” I whisper and stroke. “All those empty tokens of your desire. I remember them all. Every single one of them made me want you, made me wet, made me ache.”

“Darling.” You gasp that single word as if it will do for an apology. As if any apology would do for all the times you’ve left me hungry and desperate and dying to be touched. For all the times the desire turned to salt on my skin. For every time I wanked myself to sleep in an empty bed. “I was…”

“Busy. Yes, I know.”

You can’t help yourself. Your hips are autonomous and traitorous. Regardless of the fact that you hate the loss of freedom, the lack of control, they pump, pushing your throbbing cock through my fist, seeking relief.

“Busy, busy, busy,” I repeat in a sing-song voice as I fish the tube out of my pocket and snap the lid open.

If you don’t recognize the sound, you certainly recognize the cold, thick gel that I drip liberally between your ass cheeks.

“What are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing.”

“Reggie? No. Absolutely not!”

“Absolutely yes, my love.” Having emptied the entire tube into the crevice between your ass cheeks, I slide my fingers through the mess, despite all the muscles you’re clenching. And still you’re rigid in my fist as I slide the tip of my index finger into your tight, slippery hole.

The sigh you heave is spiked with trepidation. “You know I’ve never been interested in this. It doesn’t turn me on. I’ve never wanted…”

“I’ve never wanted to fuck a piece of plastic because I couldn’t have you.” It’s hard to keep the bitterness out of my voice, instead I concentrate on opening you up, pushing another finger into your ass.

“Why the fuck…” you grunt as I penetrate you with my digits. “Why the fuck didn’t you say something? You could have…oh…”

“What? I could have thrown myself on you? Begged? Pleaded? Dressed up in slutty underwear to tempt you?”

“Well…yes. Or just told me.”

I pull my fingers out of you fast and bring the flat of my palm down on your ass cheek hard. The wetness of the lube makes it sound like a gunshot.

“No! I couldn’t. I can’t. I’m not made that way. I don’t have it in me to prostrate myself at your feet and beg for your attention. And you know it.”

I’m so angry now my fingers slip and fight as I struggle to tug down the zipper on my trousers.

“And you know it. You know me. You know I can’t! I just can’t be aggressive.”

With a strangled bark of frustration I finally free the head of the strap-on I’ve been wearing since long before you awoke. The instrument of your punishment I put on with so much glee before I even tied you up.

“So…you’re making up for it now?” you mutter weakly, but the sarcasm rings hollow.

“Well,” I whisper, releasing your cock – still throbbing, still outrageously hard, staining the sheets with precum. “I want you to know that I keep my promises.”

The bulbous head of the strap-on skids and slides between your ass cheeks. I have to hold it steady and positioned. Then, just as I hear you bark something unintelligible, I push into you.

I’m not rough, but I won’t be denied either. You squirm beneath me, but I don’t stop. Slowly, inexorably, I inch the cock into your ass until the depth of it has stilled you, left you panting: fists balled, muscles rigid.

“I told you I was going to make you my bitch,” I say.  Fully hilted in your ass, I squirm my hand beneath your hips again and grasp your cock. It has lost a little of its tumescence, but it is by no means flaccid. And it only takes a few ragged strokes before reawakening.

This is how I fuck you. Pushing into you over and over, forcing your cock through my fist until, regardless of how emasculated you feel, regardless of how much you have never wanted to be penetrated, you shudder and buck and cry out.

The hot spurts of your cum soak the sheets beneath you, and I lie still, on top of you, inside you, so you know what it feels like to be sated and owned at the same time.

Then, gently, I withdraw – the way you always do, no matter how rough or wild the sex has been – and lie down beside you, body pressed to yours, my arm around your waist.

After a long, long quiet, you turn your head. “You realize I am going to get even for this?”

I don’t laugh, but I can’t suppress a grin. “I know.”

“So, what do you figure you’ve accomplished here?”

I prop myself up on one elbow, feeling sweaty and stuffy in the suit. “I figure the next time you come to bed after promising to fuck me, you’ll keep your promise. Because you can never tell how you’ll wake up in the morning, otherwise.”

  44 comments for “Real Woman

  1. December 18, 2009 at 3:02 am

    simply brilliant. A very hot read. *applause*

  2. December 18, 2009 at 4:16 am

    *That* is why one keeps one’s goddamn promises. Well done!

  3. starlit
    December 18, 2009 at 5:31 am

    Very sexy, not something that would usually interest me or turn me on, but I really appreciate this story. It might be the revenge or what might happen after to her.

    Thanks.

    • December 18, 2009 at 7:18 am

      Hello Starlit,
      Indeed! Not my usual fare either! It was written for a friend.

      • April 7, 2016 at 1:38 am

        this is my first time on your site…..impressive first read…. eroticism And humor, a noteworthy accomplishment.
        sorry, do not have a website so borrowed the one below.

  4. December 18, 2009 at 5:36 am

    You never disappoint me with where you’ll go next! You did an incredible job of getting into his head. Reggie’s motivation is perfectly just & she realizes it is not without recourse. Putting myself in her place feels powerful. I laugh thinking that if I were to ever consider this, it would be with knowledge that I’d have to immediately enter the Witness Protection Program!

  5. City Different
    December 18, 2009 at 9:52 am

    “For all the times the desire turned to salt on my skin.” Ohhh…

  6. G*
    December 18, 2009 at 10:42 am

    Perfect. I would like to try this out myself someday, on a certain someone!…definitely got my blood moving 🙂

  7. December 18, 2009 at 4:02 pm

    What an adventurous mind you have. I’m developing a longing to curl around your feet as you feed me with precious words but first I have the need to shamefully steal your story and bring it to life in the bedroom. It’ll make the evening delightful for the restless boy I have in mind.

  8. Ken MIller
    December 18, 2009 at 4:44 pm

    Wow

  9. December 18, 2009 at 6:31 pm

    I’d show this to my boyfriend, but it would scare the crap out of him. He knows this has gone through my mind before now. 🙂

  10. G*
    December 19, 2009 at 10:18 am

    Hmmm, just thinking, ‘Reggie’ sounds a bit like ‘RG’…?? 🙂

  11. Andy
    December 20, 2009 at 4:07 pm

    Needed to change the predator to male!

    Sh-h.”

    … [ a version of the story where the aggressor is male and named Andy and the receiver is female] ….

    I prop myself up on one elbow, feeling sweaty and stuffy in the suit. “I figure the next time you come to bed after promising to fuck me, you’ll keep your promise. Because you can never tell how you’ll wake up in the morning, otherwise.

    (edited by the blog author because my comment function won’t accept this long a comment post)

    Thank you Andy, but I do believe that if you were the main character’s lover, there would have been no need for this in the first place. *grin*. Please feel free to post your version on your site. Sorry for the edit. Technology’s a bitch.

  12. Michael
    December 20, 2009 at 11:47 pm

    As beautifully composed as your protagonist…the only appropriate comment I can think of is ‘okay, RG, I get the message.’ Thanks for such a delicious lesson in etiquette.

    • December 21, 2009 at 9:43 am

      Hello Michael,

      Frankly, I doubt you’d be the sort of person to require the lesson in the first place. *grin*

  13. daftgiraffe
    December 22, 2009 at 6:56 am

    ::nearly speechless::

    NOT what I would usually be into at all, and yet I think this is the story that has turned me on more than any of your other stories. My boyfriend would be scared shitless if I sent it to him, but I still might. Brava.

  14. December 22, 2009 at 9:10 pm

    Hot, but scary too! A cautionary tale for modern times.

  15. December 23, 2009 at 5:35 am

    Oh my. Yes! I have felt Reggie’s frustrations far too many times to count. If only I had been as creative as Reggie… 🙂

    I really, really loved this piece for its delicious power-play. Thanks for sharing!

  16. December 28, 2009 at 8:55 am

    Loved this story and put a link to it on our blog…Mistress and I do this sort of thing and it does have a tendency to focus an uppity male’s mind.

  17. Jo
    December 30, 2009 at 1:03 am

    Oh. My. Loved this story. Your site is going straight to my top sitelist so I’ll definitely come back for more.

  18. December 31, 2009 at 3:30 am

    Hot hot. Definitely a must read again story.

    Great job.

  19. blurb
    January 10, 2010 at 7:57 pm

    Excellent role reversal where he didn’t seem to like it, but it was still within the bounds of their relationship.

  20. chrysos
    January 11, 2010 at 9:20 am

    A friend shared this with me. I then read it to my husband. I wish it left him as breathless as it left me.

    • January 11, 2010 at 11:19 am

      I think you’re never going to get most men to publicly acknowledge an interest in this. That’s the point of tying them up. It’s not their fault, then. *chuckle*

  21. Danielle
    February 28, 2010 at 3:45 am

    Awesome! That’s all I can say.

  22. Rod Harris
    February 23, 2014 at 6:17 am

    Just had one of my best cums reading your story while stroking my self.

  23. Six
    March 11, 2014 at 4:25 pm

    Bravo! You are the most creative writer in this genre. A real gem. You have a knack for describing things in unexpected ways and words that ring True with a capital T. There is a psychological dimension to your work that I truly enjoy. You take people inside characters’ heads in a way that few writers can. Keep up the great work.

  24. Tree
    June 14, 2014 at 9:49 am

    Disturbing but captivating

  25. Anastaria
    July 5, 2014 at 6:55 pm

    hey this is in no way something i fantasize about or gets me going, but this was sexy! I loved every minute, its like forbidden fruit

  26. V
    September 6, 2014 at 4:20 am

    Inspiring to say the least. My lover needs to be dominated. No more will “busy” come between us.

  27. Brandy
    November 25, 2014 at 4:56 am

    Great read, thanks for helping out this couple in the bedroom 😉

  28. viv
    February 4, 2015 at 4:33 am

    Where oh where can I find a woman adventurous like her… Tumultuous reading!!! Thank you

  29. Gee
    July 14, 2015 at 7:51 pm

    I like pegging, there should be much more of it!

  30. GLee
    November 18, 2015 at 2:57 pm

    I’m late to this party, but I have to say the 3 stories I’ve read have been excellent.

    The only discordant note in this one was dressing her in a suit. I get the symbolism, but it was redundant with the bondage and pegging. For me, the eroticism would have been heightened (not that it could have gotten a lot hotter) had she been nude and still dominant.

    Thank you!

  31. Denise
    January 31, 2016 at 1:20 pm

    Yes loved this wish I could of read this 3 days ago.

  32. Readers Block
    February 3, 2016 at 8:28 pm

    Awesome stuff, this is the first one I read while researching pornography written by women and I enjoyed your economy of language. This is very much my scene so I don’t know what your other stories are like (yet) but I think that this is hot!

  33. Bob Anderson
    April 27, 2016 at 8:21 am

    Excellent; made me wet. Although not to this extreme of BDSM, I dated a girl once who slid her finger into (TOTALLY unexpected, and totally delightful). Loved being a tiny bit sub, and when she made me cum with her mouth, I thought I had drowned her. But she rewarded me with a wet cummy kiss. Keep up the good work; only just found you site.

  34. Sarah
    May 3, 2016 at 4:26 am

    This was soo good. My boyfriend and I like to experiment with fem-dom and this was lovely.

  35. Ian
    June 17, 2016 at 9:44 pm

    super story

  36. Bootrick Oxmoor
    July 4, 2016 at 2:24 am

    Thank you for the wonderful story.

    I am a little perturbed by the rape; however, he seems to have been ok with it afterward.

    Gotta love a fantasy!

  37. Charlie
    December 22, 2016 at 5:22 pm

    Amazing story, I really like to be dominated and found this a total turn on… I really wanted to be chained to that bed 🙂

  38. Lisle Mitchell
    December 30, 2016 at 10:18 am

    Not what I expected, but I was unable to stop reading. A simple premise well executed. A promise is a promise and not producing is grounds for punishment. I’ve never made a sexual promise I didn’t fulfill, and after this read I never will. Well done

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