Background: My wife and I are considering getting into BDSM, something I've very lightly dipped my toes into before, and often fantasized about. She, on the other hand is curious, but not really sure what people find so erotic about the practice. Being a writer professionally, I decided to write a story about a hypothetical scene between us, to show her what was hot about erotic power exchange. So forgive the odd first person/second person experimental narration. She was very turned on by this story, and asked me to write more and to share it and see what kind of response it got. There is much more to come if y'all like this one! Tips and feedback welcome!

• Chapter 1

We cleaned up after lunch together. You felt a little strange doing the dishes naked, but it was already starting to feel normal. Natural even. I put away the leftovers and wiped down the table. You finished the dishes and dried off your hands as I grabbed a cigarette from the pack and put it in my lips. But before I went to try out the porch, I wanted to cement the dynamic.

“Look at me.” You turned around to look at me, and watched as my eyes took in your whole body from top to bottom. Instinctively, your arms searched for a way to cover at least part of your body, to maintain some kind of propriety through which you could feel like an equal. They didn’t find it. You knew me well enough to know that I was at least halfway hard, but you didn’t think to smile and ask if I had a boner like you normally would.

“Arms at your sides. Widen your stance.” You did as I said, and let me just stare at you. Your eyes turned to the floor. When you looked back up I was slowly moving towards you. I stopped when I was just two feet away. I put my finger to your lips signaling to stay quiet, and slowly reached down to your crotch, pretending to accidentally graze your body on the way down. I reached between your legs and slowly swiped my finger along your vulva, from back to front. After lifting it up and holding it between our faces in the light, I put it in my mouth and sucked it. I smiled from ear to ear.

“You’re still wet from what I did to you before.” You hated that I knew that. But why? It wasn’t the first time that I had checked to see how wet you were, we had been together for years. But that was when we were getting ready to have sex. Not when you were just standing in the kitchen naked, with me as nonchalant as if I were checking your oil. So yeah, you felt betrayed by your body somewhat, for it to signal that you were enjoying our little game, even while your brain was still piecing together how it felt about all this.

“I’m gonna go have a cigarette.” I grabbed a beer from the fridge. You poured yourself a wine and came out to join me. It was still raining which made the porch feel intimate and relaxing. You sat down next to me on one of the cushioned deck chairs and put your feet up on the fluffy outdoor ottoman.

“Wow you’re feeling bold I guess!”

“Oh come on, you can barely even see the street from here.” You replied. I admired your boldness. We chatted for a while and drank our drinks. When we had both finished you saw something change in my face. You felt your body tense in response.

“I want you to bend over the ottoman with your ass facing me.” So here we go, you though. We had only been playing this game for a few hours but already it felt natural. As natural as displaying yourself like that on command could possibly feel, anyways.

I didn’t waste any time, and immediately got to work rubbing your clit. Your back wiggled with pleasure. When you were close to cumming I stopped. You wanted to look and see what I was doing, but you guessed I would reprimand you for it, and you liked not knowing. 

“Listen, before I let you come, we’re going to try something we haven’t done before, are you ready?” You said you were, in the strongest voice you could muster after being left so close to orgasm. You felt a warm wetness and my hot breath start at your clit and slowly move upwards along your labia. Then I circled back quickly and stuck my tongue as far as it would go inside your vagina. You gasped and heard the unmistakable sound of the vibrator start. As I continued to lick cautiously upwards to your ass, I pressed the vibrator to your clit. You let out a deep groan and before long you were coming with my tongue wiggling halfway in your ass. I leaned back and removed the vibrator, giving you a minute to catch your breath. You’ve already come twice today and I haven’t even taken my pants off yet. Who was the submissive partner again?

Soon you had your answer. You heard the top of a plastic bottle open. Lube, you though. Did I just have that in my pocket this whole time? And anyways, you couldn’t possibly have been wetter right then. Your stomach dropped and the adrenaline made it harder to stay still as you realized the lube wasn’t meant for your vagina at all. Before you had too much time to think about it, my now very slippery index finger was gently rubbing against your rectum. Slowly, almost timidly at first, the pressure increased. The vibrator returned to your clit, and with a deep breath your first sphincter began to loosen. Each circular massaging motion seemed to open you another millimeter, my finger drilling ever deeper. It moved so slowly it was almost imperceptible, but it buried itself unstoppably, never pausing, never reversing. You felt my tongue flickering between your labia as your anus fully gave itself and my index finger went in.

None of this was new, though. Sure it was hotter than the other times. But while it might not be something we do often, it certainly wasn’t the first time I had fingered your ass. Hadn’t I said we were going to do something new? I pulled my finger out, and you felt the wetness of lube, lots of it, practically being poured inside of you. And then there were two. Two fingers working their way slowly inside your asshole.

“This uh, this is a lot,” you said, so I turned up the vibrator.

“Don’t worry, I watched a lot of YouTube videos about this. You’re doing great.” You knew it wasn’t a joke. Well it was, I was playing with you, but you were certain I actually had watched the videos. Who could say how many minutes passed, time was measured in fingers now, both equally unrelenting. Three quarters of a finger later, time and fingers did begin moving backwards slowly. You felt an emptiness after having been so full. Then you recognized the tip of the butt plug. Jesus, what else did I have in my pocket? I twirled it, exciting all the nerve endings in your anus. As you drifted closer to another orgasm, you relaxed yourself and the thick center popped inside you. It wasn’t very big, but it was weighty and it pressed down against your insides. When it started vibrating you yelped and jumped.

“There you go! All done, what do you think?” Between the vibe on your clit, and the one inside you pressing down on your sex organs from the back, you were afraid your teeth would start chattering like a cartoon.

“You took that like a champ, babe. I’m really proud of you. We’re going to have to do this a lot more.” You weren’t sure whether it was the praise that felt condescending, almost demeaning given the circumstances, or the promise that this would become a regular thing, but something pushed you over the edge again. Your whole body loosened and released, and for the first time you felt an orgasm radiate from your clit and your anal cavity simultaneously.

“We’re going to leave that in there, ok?” The vibration ended, and you just lay there, trying to remember to breathe.

“For… For how long?”

“Until I take it out.” You didn’t want to second guess me, at this point your brain was fully relaxed into submission. But there was something you had to ask.

“What if I have to poop?”

“Babe, I was just in there, trust me you’re not even close.” We both laughed like everything was totally normal about this whole situation. You felt a trickle of lube, or maybe your own wetness, slowly work its way down the inside of your thigh. 

“Stay there.” I went to get baby wipes inside – I guess not everything fit in my pocket – and when I returned I cleaned up all the extra lube from you and told you to get up.

“Ok, you know what, if you play another run you’re going to regret it.” An hour later we were inside playing cards on the luxurious sofas that faced each other with a coffee table in between.

“Ha ha. What are you going to do about it?” You said playfully, forgetting your circumstances for a moment. You gulped as you imagined some of the things I could do, if I actually wanted. I was trying to look at my cards but you noticed my eyes flickering past them to your still naked body. You’d have thought I would be used to it by now. You uncrossed your legs and kept them wide apart. I realized immediately what you were up to.

“That’s enough, you’re already so far ahead, you don’t need to distract me even more! Fine, if you wanna play that, you have to keep them apart for the rest of the game.” After my turn, you slammed three kings on the table and leaned back on the couch. Without thinking you crossed your legs. I reached in my pocket and suddenly the couch was shaking so hard that your entire lower half was vibrating. What the fuck was going on? After the initial shock died down you were stunned. How could you have forgotten that there was a vibrating butt plug inside you still? You wallowed in the strange sensation for a few seconds. “Come on, play.”

“How do you… How can I play like this?”

“If you want it to stop, just open your legs again like I said.” And so it did stop. We continued to play, and periodically you would forget to keep yourself fully splayed open for my view, and I would correct you again with my remote control. The little spaced reminders that, at least for this weekend, your body belonged to me kept you feeling constantly horny. It was working for me too, to be honest.

When you finally won the game you tackled me on the couch and we started making out. You reached down to play with my dick. You were tired of playing games, and pretty soon you had my pants off. I was enjoying myself as it was, but then I had an idea. I firmly told you to stand up as I reached into the pocket of my jeans, now on the floor. Then I grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the table. I placed you in front of it, facing it, and bent you over. You remembered the lemony smell and faux wood pattern from earlier that day, when you had been forced to wait for a spanking that never came. This time though, your face was directly against the table, as I held your hands together at the wrist behind your back and fucked you downwards into it.

When I turned on the butt plug again, we could both feel the vibrating weight pushing down on your vagina from inside. I had never fucked someone that vibrated on the inside before, and I was already pretty worked up from all our previous activities. So, when I felt your body preparing to orgasm it was more than I could take, and I pulled out and came all over your back while you experienced what you assumed people were talking about when they said they sometimes had anal orgasms. Whatever it was, you weren’t used to coming without clitoral stimulation.

“What do you think we should make for dinner?” You felt the baby wipes again, this time on your back cleaning up my semen.

“Well, wait, aren’t you going to turn this off?” You pointed at your butt shamelessly.

“Don’t worry, I have extra batteries.”