*Gregor the barbarian advanced on me. A wicked grin playing across his manly chin. Holy Shit!*

*I cowered in the corner as he moved forward, his throbbing tumescence leaving no doubt as to his intentions.*

Dave stifled a snicker and I glanced at him in irritation

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing” he said, waving me away, “It’s just I’ve never seen anyone actually use the word tumescence in a sentence.”

“I’ll have you know that that was a very important word for me when I was a teenager; I spent nearly a year trying to slip it into as many contexts as possible” I smiled at him, but I was only half joking.

“My edgy girl” my husband grinned at me. God it was hard to focus when I saw that smile.

I felt a blush starting so I turned back to the writing on my laptop, hoping that he would get the hint.

*Gregor took my collar firmly in hand and pulled me roughly to the ground.*

“Wait, were you wearing a collar before?”

“Stay focused, you”

*I felt his rough hands as he pushed me into the position he wanted. My sacred woman garden started to flood. God, why did it turn me on so much to be treated like this?*

*I shivered as he drew a finger up my moistened lips and touched me in my most private space. The rough skin of his finger scraped against my clit as he pushed inside me.*

*There was a grunt of approval from above, and I was pleased that my body pleased him. It was so wrong, I knew that a princess of the forgotten realms, who was also a pirate queen, and possibly a demigod - if I could believe the ravings of the mad crone Greyheart of the Autumn wastes when she…*

Dave stopped reading for a moment, a frown on his face. “How long does this bit go on for?” he asked.

This time I did blush. When I had finally decided to show my husband my teenage smut, I’d figured I’d start him with my best work. Memory was a traitor. This had been really hard to write, you’d think it would be better.

I muttered a small apology as I scrolled ahead. It was another half page before we got back to the lemony stuff.

*Gregor moved behind me and took a firm grip on my hips. I could feel his powerful sword pressing against my opening. My velvet curtains begging to part and admit him.*

*There was a moment while he just waited. I could feel his massive tumescence moving back and forth. Teasing me, but not letting me get the satisfaction that I was growing to realise I really needed.*

*I whimpered, an animal noise.*

*“Beg me,” Gregor growled.*

*I stiffened, how dare he! And I; one of the 5 dancers of the twilight mists, wielder of the scarlet band of the..*

I leaned into the laptop and skipped ahead again.

*“No!” I exclaimed.*

*Gregor’s hand came down hard. His calloused hand slapping into the flesh of my rump. A shockwave seemed to run through my body. My clit and my nipples tightened and then exploded with pleasure as it moved through them. ‘Nooo-oo’ I moaned as I sank to the ground. I just moaned when the next slap came down.*

*Again and again, the cave rang with the sound of flesh on flesh. My perfect ass must have glowed red and every part of me was shaking with pleasure. Holy Crap! Was this his plan, to break me and make me beg for it? God I was starting to love the idea!*

*My pussy was sodden and, if underwear had been invented, I was sure I would have soaked them until they were transparent. I tried to push my ass back onto him but he had a firm grip on my hips and held me in place.*

*“Ple-please” I murmured. The dense fog in my head was making it hard to think of anything other than the magnificent tallywacker I wanted inside me.*

I glanced at Dave to see if he was going to comment on the word tallywacker, but to my surprise he seemed to be engrossed in the story. I turned back to the laptop with a small smile on my face.

*I could almost see Gregors smile behind me and I flushed even redder. “Please what?”, he taunted me*

*I shook my head; this, I was sure, was a step too far. No matter how far I had fallen, begging like a common doxy was too much humiliation.*

*Gregor took one hand off my hip and moved it to the front of my body. He took one of my nipples between his fingers and held it tightly. The pain was so good! The pleasurable sensations from my lady bits and the pain from my nipple combined into something amazing that sunk deeply into my core.*

*“Please what?’*

*It was all too much. “Please” I whimpered “Please fuck me”*

*The second hand moved from my hip and took me by the collar. “Such a good compliant

whore” he said, approval in his tones. I didn’t have time to object before he pulled on the collar and slammed himself into me, and afterwards I really didn’t care.*

I glanced at Dave again. He was still intent on the story, and I felt a surge of pride for my teenage writing. Then I noticed the bulge in his pants.

I smiled a bit as I put my hand on it, and he smiled back at me, taking his eyes away from the laptop for the first time in a while. “I think you owe me an apology.” I said, taking care to barely move my hand.

He frowned; a single line creasing his forehead, God, he was cute when he was baffled. “What for?” he breathed, perhaps the blood that normally fed his vocal cords was being diverted.

“When I talked about my teenage smut you said that it might be funny, but I think it’s working for you, don’t you think?” I grinned at him, challenging him to contradict me.

“I didn’t mean it like - Ooooo,” I cut him off as my hands slipped under his slacks and stretched out his foreskin.

“No apologies? Oh well, that’s a real shame” I stood up, suddenly breaking contact with his cock and gathering up my laptop. I grinned at him and started walking away, making sure to put as much swing into my hips as possible.

“Wait!” he cried, “Lisa, wait!” He stumbled a bit as he rose from the chair. I wondered if the poor lad's balance was being thrown off. After all, a good deal of his mass was being carried in front of his body now.

I turned back to him, tapping one finger against my cheek “Oh?” I asked “You have something to say?”

I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

Dave stood up straight. He took two long strides across the room and suddenly I was in his arms. Breathing in the sheer presence of him; his deep brown eyes, his hard muscles and, most of all, the straining bulge between his legs. He had pulled my hips tightly against his, and I could feel his cock pressing against my rapidly moistening pussy.

He moved his face towards me and my heart fluttered. I had enjoyed being in control of the situation, but I was more than ready to enjoy this too. I inclined my face to meet him but, to my surprise, he moved past me and brought his lips to my ear.

“Your smut worked for me” he breathed. His breath was so hot, maybe that was why it felt like I was melting down below. “Your smut made me hard. It made me want to have you as my sex slave.”

I wasn’t sure why, we had never talked about that before, but something about that made my pussy clench. I drew back so that I could meet his eyes.

Dave looked fierce and scared. Like he wasn’t sure how I was going to react, but he wouldn’t let himself look away. I looked back. I had a strange sense of being on the edge of something. Step back and be safe, or push forward just a little and see what happens?

“What would you do?” I murmured. I hadn’t intended to actually say it out loud, and really he shouldn’t have been able to hear me, but he seemed to understand.

I saw emotions flash through his eyes. Relief. Joy. Even more fear. But then I saw them all replaced with ironhard resolve, and he spoke with a voice that was deeper and more commanding than any I’d ever heard him use. “I would train you to kneel in front of me and suck me off whenever I felt like it. You would be my personal blowjob slave”

Well damn, I felt my heartbeat speed up a little. I could have typed that line as a teenager; although it would’ve been with one hand. I thought I had left those kinds of fantasies behind me, but clearly there was a part of me that hadn’t.

It might have been the sexual tension, or the late night, or maybe those two glasses of wine I had had before I could stand showing my husband my literary masterpieces, but in that moment I made a decision about how I wanted the rest of the night to go .

I slipped slightly in Dave’s arms and started sinking down, moving slowly so as not to spook him. I kneeled down at his feet, looking at the floor, the way I had always made my protagonists do to show submission.

Then curiosity got the better of me and I looked up to see how he was taking this. My vision was taken up by his enormous bulge. It looked so much bigger when I was like this. I looked hurriedly back down, flushing and realising that I had forgotten to look at his face at all.

“Please master” I said, “This slave is ready for inspection”

There was a long moment. Long enough that I was starting to worry that I had screwed it up. That I shouldn’t have just sprung it on him like this. That I maybe should have thought about it for more than a second. Then I heard him say it, and everything seemed a whole lot simpler. “Good girl”.

I shivered. It wasn't cold.

He stroked my hair; a possessive gesture but it felt right “You’re my little whore?” he continued. He sounded a little unsure.

“Yes master, I’m your little whore” Saying it out loud made me feel so dirty but so so right. It didn’t matter that I was a grown woman with a house and a job, for just a moment I was that teenage girl frigging herself silly to smut that she wrote herself.

“My little whore” He said again, his voice deepening and taking on that commanding tone as he stroked my hair “My dripping cunt for me to use whenever I feel like it”

God damn! When did he get so dirty? Well two could play at that game. “Yes sir,” I whimpered at him. “I’m just a dripping cunt, I’m just three warm holes for you to use, please use this worthless slut whenever you feel like it; my holes are always available for your use. Please use my holes to get yourself off and dump your cum inside me so you don’t have to worry about cleanup. It is an honour to be the receptacle you empty your balls into”

I heard him groan and I knew I had hit home. Although truthfully even I was surprised by what had just come out of my mouth. God damn, when did *I* get so dirty?

He grabbed me by the back of my head and forced me into the fabric of his crotch. He ground against me for a moment, pressing me hard enough that I could feel every vein of his cock against my cheek. It was a strange feeling, I wasn’t really a fan physically, but I loved the way he had made me do it.

“You’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

“I’m your dirty little whore, master” I was a little muffled perhaps. I tried to kiss him though the fabric of his slacks, hoping he would get the hint.

“Do you want to suck my cock, whore?”

“Yes master. It would be an honour to suck your cock this evening” I was getting worried about my crotch; yoga pants aren’t built to contain fluids and I was pretty sure that I was going to leave a wet patch on the carpet.

He moved my head away from his crotch and unzipped with his free hand. I used my hands to help him out, which may not have been the most submissive thing, but we were both new to this, and I figured he’d forgive me.

His cock swung free of his pants and landed in my palm with a meaty slap. The sight of it had me watering at both ends.

I didn’t waste any time. I made a tight seal with my lips and started sucking on him. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, but he didn’t force my head down. I was relieved, but at the same time a little disappointed. It wasn’t that I *wanted* him to force me, but I’d written enough heroines having cocks shoved down their throats to be just a little curious.

I kept the tension and pressure on his head while I ran my tongue over everything I could reach; imagining that I was licking an ice cream to keep my tongue soft. Dave let me know that he appreciated it, moaning and sighing as I serviced him. I glanced up and saw that he was lost in the pleasure of the moment; head back, eyes closed, and mouth slack.

I started moving my head back and forth and enjoyed the ripples of pleasure that seemed to pass though his body.

“Oh my god, Lise” he murmured, his eyes fixed on a point 45 degrees up and at least a 1000 yards distant, “You’re so good at this.”

You can’t really grin around a cock while maintaining good suction, especially one as large as my man’s, but if it were possible then I’m sure I would have been a sight. Tonight I was not Lisa; the woman with a respectable job as a copywriter, I was Lisa; A highly trained cock whore dedicated to servicing men and giving them pleasure. Damn straight I was good at it!

Every bob of my head lubed up his shaft a little more and let me slip a little deeper. It wasn't long before his cock touched the back of my throat.

I took a deep breath through my nose; I had spent months training with my toothbrush to get this part down, but it still presented its challenges.

I focused on keeping my throat loose, tilted my head to the precise angle I had practised, and moved that crucial little bit forward.

I felt the internal adjustment deep in my throat and sank a few centimetres deeper. Dave let out a long animal moan that went straight to my clit and finally pushed me the rest of the way down.

Yes! I thought triumphantly. The happy hum in my throat buzzed against his cock. That’s what you get for marrying me!

“God damn,” Dave moaned, “I love that moment, when it pushes past the resistance”

I loved it too, although truthfully, I loved this moment more. The moment when I was like this; my throat stretched out almost to breaking point, my nose buried deep in his pubic hair, smelling the musky scent of him. I was never more vulnerable than this.

One of his powerful hands was still tangled in my hair, if he wanted to, he could just hold me tightly to him. Cut off my air and make me choke around his huge cock.

I knew it was wrong, and I knew it was messed up, but right now the head I was thinking with belonged to the little man in the canoe, and what my little man wanted was for Dave to use me as a disposable sex toy; use my face like a fleshlight and throw me away when he was done.

I lifted my eyes to his and tried to will understanding to come through. Use me, Dave. Pound my face. Make me choke. Degrade me.

His eyes opened and lowered to mine. For a moment he seemed to get it, we held a locked gaze as his hand tightened in my hair. Just for a fleeting instant, I felt what it was like to be trapped all the way down on a cock, with no hope of drawing a breath, but then his eyes changed and he released me, moving his hand to my shoulder.

I felt its loss like the loss of a limb, and suddenly I couldn’t handle the feeling. I pulled my head all the way off with an audible popping noise and gasped at him, “Hurt me!”

He looked shocked, and I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t sure what I had been planning to say, there hadn’t really been a plan, but that had seemed way harder than either of us had been expecting. Had I pushed it too far? What would he see when he looked at me now?

Then Dave seemed to reach a decision. He bent down, put his hands to each side of my face, and spoke firmly “Lise, listen carefully to my next words. If you say ‘Red’ that means to stop entirely and let you go. If you say ‘Yellow’ then that means keep doing what I’m doing but reduce the intensity. If I say ‘Green?’ to you I’m asking if you’re still okay, and you can just reply ‘Green’ if you’re feeling good. If you can’t speak then I will treat three quick taps on the ground as ‘Red’. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my head swimming as I tried to absorb the system. Surely he hadn’t come up with that on the spot? Had he been thinking about this already?

He cut off that line of speculation by reaching down and firmly grasping my nipple through my pyjama top. I groaned at the sudden sensation. YES! And yet at the same time… “More!” I gasped, “Harder.”

He didn’t hesitate this time; pinching down on my nipple and twisting it hard. I screamed out with the pain, but there was something else there too, something that the pain was feeding.

“Green!?” He asked, sounding concerned and urgent.

“Green!” I yelled back “God yes, green!”

His free hand swung down and slapped me hard across the other nipple. I screamed again, as my breast swung and my whole body quaked

Ancient fantasies were coming true and it was like a dam breaking. All too soon I felt it; the orgasm building inside of me. A growing tension as though my whole body was a spring. But through all the powerful sensations I couldn’t get past a simple truth. There was no way I could cum like this.

My body felt like a pressure cooker, but the release value was my cunt. Weepy and untouched since this began. Dave grabbed the other nipple and twisted my breasts in opposite directions and it was amazing but it just wasn’t *enough*.

My brain was fogging up; saturated in the sex chemicals, not able to think more than a single step ahead, but it still managed to throw up one thought; something that I would owe it for later.

“Please sir” I gasped. Dave looked at me, meeting my eyes and listening intently. “May this lowly bitch hump your leg?”

He smiled; a cruel parody of graciousness, and presented his leg to me.

I leapt on it, there was no other word. Even I was surprised by how eager I was. I ground my clit against his shin; soaking him with my juices. Every stroke was like fire shooting though my body, lighting up every part of me and blazing in my tortured nipples.

“What a whore” said Dave, and I could clearly hear the smile in his voice. “What would the neighbours say if they could see you now?”

And there was a moment of clarity, because I could see it. I was a wanton woman; shamelessly degrading herself to the point where she was humping her husband's leg. I could imagine what they would say all too clearly. I imagined them looking down on me; Dave’s worthless little fucktoy.

And that was it. I must have been closer to orgasm than I realised, because something gave way in my pussy and then my whole body was unwinding. My head jerked and my eyes rolled back. “Oh no you don’t” said Dave and, without warning or preamble, he rammed his cock down the full length of my throat.

I wasn’t ready and I started coughing and choking around his cock, but he kept a firm grip, and I don’t think either of us minded at that moment. My body shook and twisted as he rammed my nose into his pubic hair over and over again. Between his hands and my own orgasm I had no control over my body. I was a fuck toy and I loved it!

I felt his cock spasm as he unloaded deep inside me. I felt his cum as it deposited into my stomach. He gripped my head tightly, heedless of his own strength, and pulled me off my feet as he reared back and groaned with the release.

Then, without letting me go, he pushed me back onto the ground and put the ball of one foot firmly down on the crotch of my yoga pants. He kept a grinding pressure up on my clit, forcing the orgasm to continue, even though it was starting to get painful.

I was too uncoordinated, too tired, too distracted, there was nothing I could do to stop him. I didn’t want him to stop damn it! I was so loose and floppy, for a moment I had the strange image of him jerking off into a sock, and it felt so right that I didn’t have words for it.

My vision started to dim around the edges, my body started spasming in a different way; desperate for a breath of air, and yet somehow that made my orgasm even better. Strange images were floating past my eyes, how long had I been cumming for?

My body jerked again, and some deep instinct told me that I had to breathe and soon! I tried to claw at Dave and get his attention, but between his foot on my crotch limiting my leverage and my own general lack of coordination, I just couldn’t get it to work.

I looked up and met his eyes. He was alert, he was focused, and his eyes were cruel. Was he going to hold me until I passed out?

Did I want him to?

My body heaved again. My lungs were burning. And my pussy was burning. And all of me was burning. I couldn’t take it, but I couldn’t make it stop.

And then there was an adjustment. Somewhere deep in my mind.

Everything was quiet, and everything was slow. Everything was okay.

I wasn’t sure where I was but that didn’t matter. Nothing really mattered right now, except serving Dave and making him happy. And if choking me with his cock made him happy then that was right.

It wasn’t about me being happy, or proud, because that didn’t enter into it. It was just right.

Because I was Dave’s girl.

Dave’s whore.

Dave’s property.

And it was in that strange peaceful world that Dave finally let me go.

I moved to a position on my back. Maybe I fell, but I think he probably lowered me.

He spoke to me, but somehow the words didn’t have meaning, and somehow that didn’t matter.

Dave came and went several times and that was fine too.

Maybe time passed, or maybe it didn’t.

There was a clock on the mantelpiece. It had been a gift from Dave’s grandmother. An old mechanical one with a real mechanical tick. I just listened to it ticking for a little bit.

I was out in the living room, I realised. Oh yes, Dave and I had read some of my old porn, and then we had had sex. I smiled at the memory.

But if we were in the living room, then why was I covered with the blanket from the bed? Why was there a pillow under my head? I was on the floor I was fairly sure.

I turned my head and Dave was there. He was lying next to me, also under the blanket. He was propped up with one hand and smiling at me. “Welcome back” he said “How do you feel?”

How did I feel? My whole body felt empty; the way I felt after a long run. Every bit of energy in my cell wrung out. I felt like a rag doll, loose and floppy. I felt a dull ache in my nipples. The feeling seemed to be a long way off and strangely made me happy rather than troubled.

I opened my mouth to tell Dave all of this, but somehow I forgot how words worked. I had the meaning I wanted to convey, but the part where you translate it into sounds was eluding me.

Thankfully, Dave seemed to understand. “It’s okay” he said “You can take your time. Do you want some water?”

I did want some water and was able to nod. I wasn’t able to hold the bottle, but Dave raised it to my lips and I was able to swallow it. It made things a bit clearer; I was more aware of how much of my energy I had burned though.

“I have food too” said Dave, “If you think you’re up to it?”

I was.

It was nearly half an hour before I felt able to stand and totter to the bedroom. Dave tucked me in again and made me feel safe and secure. Even more so when he got in beside me and we snuggled together.

We spooned and let the time pass. I felt heavy and sleepy, but not so sleepy that I would drift off. The bedroom was warm and the duvet was heavy.

It was Dave that finally broke the silence. He whispered softly and his breath tickled my ear. “You seemed to really like that”

I grinned and glanced back, nodding. “Yeah”

“You really enjoyed being my slave for a little bit”

I smiled again; remember how it had felt when I was on my knees and gagging around his cock. “I did”

“You really enjoyed being hurt and humiliated.” There was something in his voice; a little teasing edge.

I quickly looked away; grinning into my pillow. I had, I really had. I had always suspected that I would, but I had never thought that Dave could be interested in exploring it too.

If he *was* interested of course. It was still possible I was jumping the gun. “Maybe.”

He squeezed me a little bit tighter. “Do you want some more?”

A shiver went through my body, and a tiny ember seemed to ignite in my nethers. Not tonight though, surely? I turned in the bed, and pressed myself against him. Shifting slightly so that my nipples weren’t in a stressed position. “When?”

“Tomorrow, when I get back from work. I have a few ideas I would like to try. We could make a regular thing of it?”

Yeah, he had definitely thought about this before. I wondered how much time he had spent fantasising about hurting and humiliating me and feeling bad because of it.

I ran my fingers through his coarse hair and brought my lips to his; letting our tongues dance together inside our mouths. Was I really ready for this? Two people letting loose years of repressed fantasies into each other? I supposed it all came down to whether I trusted Dave enough to give him that kind of power.

“Yes” I decided, when we finally broke apart, “I would like that.”