Part Two: I Go to School
Connie was right – I didn’t know anything! About all I knew about S&M previously was that there were women called Dominatrixes; and that there were S&M sex shops in the city.
The next few weeks became a whirlwind of the weirdest education in my life. Every night, after dinner & dessert, we watched a movie together. Connie had certainly accumulated quite a collection of S&M films! We would watch them together, and she would provide the commentary and observations.
Books! She started me with “Story of O” – and then I read one novel after another. There was plenty of non-fiction as well – everything you ever wanted to know about S&M but were afraid to ask.
Afterwards, we discussed what I had learned.
“This is something else,” I observed, “you were really involved in this for years? Just how did you get started anyway?”
“Greg and I met on a blind date from a mutual friend. One night, after I behaved badly, he pulled me over his knee and pulled my panties off and gave me a spanking. I was just so wet and horny afterwards – I wanted more. He was already in the scene.”
“I just can’t believe that you like getting beaten with a riding crop,” I told her.
“First you’ll be using a pillow, before you use one on me,” Connie answered.
I spent the next few days whacking away at a pillow with first my hand, then the crop, and whip. Connie stood by, watching and explaining just what I had to do.
I thrust my hard cock into Connie’s wet waiting sex. It had been 2 weeks since she had approached me with her proposal, and our lovemaking had dramatically improved. Connie seemed much more animated, far more interested than before. Our sweating bodies intertwined, I grunted and she moaned with pleasure as my shaft impaled her cunt. I enjoyed the smell of her perfume and sweat mixed together to make a heady musk that drove me to new heights of passion.
“Aaaah!”
“Ooooh!”
I suppose that the sounds made in the bedroom and pillow talk are probably the least intelligent things people ever say.
“I’m coming!” Connie cried.
Like a piston, I thrust into Connie, and we began to shake with orgasm at exactly the same time. Connie matched me thrust for thrust as I drove her to orgasm.
Afterwards, we lay together, gasping.
“You were very good tonight, Sam.”
“You too.”
I lay on my back, and Connie lay on my shoulder, her hands playing with my cock. She had never showed any inclination to touch my cock before.
“What’s going on?” I asked, “you never wanted to play with Mr. Happy before?”
“Mr. Happy?” Connie answered, “surely you can come up with something a little more original than that?”
“I guess so. You still haven’t answered my question, though.”
“You have complete freedom of my body,” Connie answered, “that includes my mouth and my bottom. Or as the novels like to say, the use of all of my holes.”
“That doesn’t sound very romantic – hey!”
Connie had gotten up from my shoulder, and had begun to suck on my cock – which she had never done in all the years we had known each other.
I lay back, wondering what was next. She had gotten me hard again, but not to climax. With her left hand she opened the night table, and removed a jar of lubricant!
“Take my bottom, please!” Connie begged.
She knelt on the bed, doggie-style. I got up, opened the jar, and massaged some lube into her pink bottom. My aroused cock quivered with anticipation.
“This will be tight,” Connie advised, “so go slowly!”
Imitating what I had seen in the films, I slowly placed my cock into Connie’s bottom hole. Well lubricated, I gently began to thrust deeper insider her, while holding onto her hips with my hands. Keeping erect against her tightness was an effort, but I gradually got inside her bottom. All of a sudden, I was through! Her anal muscles opened to admit me, and I began to piston my shaft inside her ass. I had never fucked a woman’s ass before, and it was a new experience for me!
Nor had I ever done it doggie style with Connie before. Connie as wife was one person – Connie as sex slave was someone else.
I placed all my concentration in staying erect as long as I possibly could. Connie moaned as I shafted her – was it pleasure or pain? I watched her breasts bounce with every thrust, saw the beads of sweat trickle down her naked body.
Finally, it was too much. I grunted, and came in her bottom. She moaned as the hot jets of my come spurted inside her. I then pulled out of her, sweating profusely.
“Wow!” I commented.
“Not bad for a first attempt, Master,” said Connie as she slumped onto the bed. I watched as my come leaked from her asshole.
“Did I hurt you, Connie?” I asked.
“No, Master. You have used all of holes in one evening.”
“Connie, why did you suck my cock – you never did so before?”
“It’s a great honor for a Master to bestow his seed inside whatever orifice he desires – I just wanted you to learn this night that you have the use of all of mine.”
“Tell me, Connie, when do we do our actual first scene?” I questioned.
“You’ll know when, Sam. That’s when I cease to be just your wife – and become your slave.”