The night in the suburbs was quiet, a gentle breeze rustling the curtains in the luxurious living room. Thomas and Carmen, married for 20 years, sat on the sofa, a half-empty bottle of wine on the table in front of them. The low hum of the air conditioning filled the room as they discussed, most of all, their sex lives.
“I think we need something… different,” Thomas said in a low, hesitant voice. “Maybe a little adventure. I’d like to try the thing I’ve always been afraid to suggest.”
“What?” Carmen asked, her eyes sparkling with newfound excitement, and leaned forward. “Go on.”
“I want to explore… power dynamics. I want to be controlled, Carmen. I want you to control me.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I want to be your slave.”
A seductive smile slowly spread across Carmen’s face. She suspected that Thomas had hidden desires, and the power to release them was exciting. “Oh? And what if I tie you up, Thomas? Make you beg?”
Thomas’s breath quickened and his eyes darkened with desire. “Please… I want to hear you command me. Make me your whiny little dog.”
The luxurious living room with its velvet furniture and soft lighting set the stage for a rough fuck. Thomas knelt on the floor, desire mingling in his eyes. Across from him stood Carmen, a tall brunette, a cruel smile playing on her red-tinged lips.
“You want to get spanked, don’t you, pet?” Carmen growled, running a manicured fingernail over Thomas’s jaw.
Thomas nodded, his breath quickening. “Yes, Mistress. Please punish me.”
Carmen went to the garage and came back with a rope. With a quick motion, she tied Thomas’ wrists together. He submitted to her will and a low moan escaped his lips as she tightened the rope.
“Such a good boy,” she cooed, kissing his neck. “You like it when I control you, don’t you?”
Thomas could only manage a whimper as Carmen’s teeth gently touched his skin. She pushed him off with her heel and he fell back onto the soft carpet, his eyes now bulging with anticipation. Carmen straddled him, her eyes glittering powerfully.
“You’re mine now, do you understand?” She grabbed his hair and forced his head back to expose his neck.
“Yes, Mistress,” he cried, his voice hoarse with excitement. Carmen’s laughter filled the room, mingling with the soft crackling of wood in the fireplace and the rush of wind outside the windows. She picked up the stove she had brought from the kitchen and pressed it to Thomas’s chest. Suddenly, a slapping sound against the leather echoed through the room. Thomas arched his back and a cry of pain and pleasure escaped his lips.
“Now fuck me good, you worthless bastard, do you understand?” barked Carmen at the man.
“Yes, my lady, yes,” squeaked Thomas.
Cries began to echo through the house. Thomas entered Carmen’s cunt with his hard cock and began to fuck her hard. Meanwhile, the woman was spanking him with the cooking pot, pinching him and screaming at him. Thomas’ body was red from the torture on almost every inch. Carmen was wet and enjoying her domination of her husband immensely. At one point it looked like Thomas was going to cum, Carmen stopped him abruptly.
“Don’t you dare cum, you mutt! You will when I tell you to!” Carmen growled.
Thomas contorted his face in pain as he had to hold back his fuck. Carmen rolled him onto the sofa and straddled him herself. She literally tortured him with it. Every once in a while she would slap him to keep him focused on the task at hand. Only when she herself began to approach a powerful orgasm did she allow him to cum. They both came together until they collapsed in exhaustion on the couch.