We experimented with a few other things he thought up. He pulled my hair -- I love that, the harder the better. I grew out my formerly short, choppy, rock-chick hairstyle until finally, my straight, chocolate brown hair nearly grazed my ass. Steve loves that; he can start at the bottom and wrap the hair around his hand, making us both feel a powerful sense of his ownership. He clamps my throat with his hand regularly to this day -- it's one of our favourite things. We both love to feel that he controls me to such an extent that he controls my breathing too (although after one memorable incident, we are careful not to allow any more neck bruises. These days the bruising we both relish is kept to more inconspicuous areas). One night he asked me to call him Sir, a name I savoured and have loved calling him ever since. In response he called me Slut, which I loved and still do, because it's accurate and hot. One of his favourite things, even back then, was to watch me doing household chores in lingerie (that he'd picked out, of course) and then he'd fuck me senseless, spontaneously, when I bent to pick up his socks or unload the dishwasher. When he's feeling sadistic he'll tell me to finish loading the dishwasher with his cock inside me -- and then punish me if I do it wrong.
He tied me up, a really common jumping off point for lots of couples apparently. At first he tried to use silk scarves like the magazines suggest, but after a couple of minutes of fussing with the flimsy, soft material he just snorted, undid me, and went to fetch some gaffer tape. When that left a sticky dirty residue on my skin, we turned to the internet for suggestions. That was when our adventures really took flight. The choice of sites wasn't as prolific in those days, but there were enough for us. Porn, bondage how-tos, more porn, beginner's guides to BDSM, still more porn. A few days after the gaffer tape incident, we stumbled upon a BDSM checklist. We hadn't been actively searching for a name for what we'd been doing, but it was still a pleasant surprise to know that not only were there more like us, they had written whole lists of activities for us to try that we hadn't even thought of! So one Sunday evening we sat down with some beers, printed out a couple of copies of the list, and filled them in separately. It was so much fun -- going through and reading about all these practices we hadn't even considered. Some of them were a little bit weird, but most of them made my stomach flip in that delicious way I'd come to think of as pre-coital. Thirty minutes later, we swapped them back to read each other's, and quickly burst out laughing. You know how some couples are just into the same stuff, and turned off by the same stuff, and it reinforces their rightness for each other? It wasn't exactly like that for us - what we'd both done is basically ticked entire columns of "I want to try that", page after page after page. Age play, electro play, ass play, blood play, rape play -- like I said earlier, kinky as fuck. So, in the months to come, try them we did.
We amassed quite a collection of toys in those first few months. Dildos, of course, in all shapes, sizes, and colours. Vibrators, many of the waterproof variety, and also a couple of remote ones. Just so you know: the remote ones didn't work as well as you'd think. More than a metre's distance really screwed up the signal reception. Steve put one deep inside me on my birthday, and we went out to dinner to try it out, only to have not much happen. We had to go home without dessert just to get over our disappointment (by fucking on the floor of the front hallway, obviously). We also bought paddles, floggers, whips, nipple clamps, butt plugs, Wartenberg wheels, hypodermic needles, costumes, stockings, and more condoms than a LifeStyles show bag from Sexpo. 2005 was a very fun year!
So. We'd been together for a year. By this stage we'd long since tried pretty much everything on our checklists that we could. For our first anniversary, we decided to try something neither of us had ever done, but Steve had a major jones for, and I felt I could probably handle - a threesome. It sounds pretty vanilla, doesn't it, compared to some of the stuff we'd got up to in the past, but come on -- even for somebody like me it was scary thinking of someone I love fucking someone else. What if he likes that person better? What if they're hotter than me? Etc etc, ad infinitum -- we talked about it for weeks and decided we'd never know unless we tried. After trusting Steve to fuck me with a (blunted) knife held to my throat, I figured I could trust him to be honest about another person in our bed. Now, Steve isn't one of those guys who gets all macho and uses a term like "Devil's threesome" -- he was totally up for a guy-guy-girl scenario as much as he was for a guy-girl-girl. As far as Steve is concerned, sex is sex, and feels great no matter who is fucking whom. But there was something we both knew might tip the scales one way more than the other, in terms of who we invited into our games, and it was something Steve had coaxed out of me within our first month together, and had used as fantasy fodder ever since. I had always, as long as I could remember, had dreams and fantasies about women. Not necessarily me with women, although that had crossed my mind. It was more just women in general. Women licking out other women, women being pounded hard by Steve, other hot men I knew fucking gorgeous, huge-breasted women. My body has always been curvy, with wide hips and large tits, and I've always admired women's bodies that look sort of similar- feminine and real, not stick-thin or muscular and hard. The thought of their soft round voluptuous flesh under dextrous, feminine hands has always featured in my fantasies. I used to say my body and hormones were straight, but my brain was gay. So I knew, knowing Steve as well as I did, that he'd be looking for a woman like I'd described in our warm dark bed together.
As it turned out, he found a few of them. First, there was Sophie. She had done it before and knew what she was doing, didn't pressure me, and made us pancakes in the morning before she disappeared. Her talent and attitude were the perfect jumping-off point for us; it is possible if our first hadn't been someone like Sophie, we might not be where we are today. She licked my pussy for ten full minutes before I came; I was amazed she was so patient. I wasn't even sure I would be able to come with a woman, but Steve knows what I like and told Sophie to make sure I could see her huge bouncing breasts while she ate me out. She had short, pixie-cut blonde hair so the view was unobstructed, and I have to say, mesmerising. Steve lay next to me while my legs were open and my cunt was being licked and sucked, he stared into my eyes the whole time, rubbed my tits and pinched my nipples until I had no choice but to come, noisily and hard. As I was getting close, he leaned over and whispered, "Come for me, Slut," which gets me every time, and I came, just for him, all over Sophie's face. She kissed me then and she tasted like me. I was hooked.
Next there was Alexis, who took it one step further and licked my pussy while Steve fucked her. He threaded his fingers into her spiky pink hair and used the leverage to pound her hard against him. He still looked at me the whole time, to ensure I felt wanted, and when he spurted inside her it was my name he groaned. Alexis and I pashed for ages after that, because I wanted to taste myself on her, and because I found I loved the feel of her enormous breasts pressed up against mine. I kissed and licked and sucked her tits, loving the feel of her nipples in my mouth and between my teeth, and the sound of her delicious moans and hot little yelps. Steve rubbed both of our pussies while we kissed passionately, and I came while she explored my mouth with her soft feminine lips. Later he went down on her, with me watching hungrily as his tongue disappeared up inside her dripping wet pussy, and she came even more loudly than me.
Then there was Vivienne. She might have been my favourite, and she stayed in my dreams for weeks. With her, it was the first time I went down on a woman myself. Steve and I had been fucking to fantasies of our threesomes for months, and me sucking another woman's clit until she came in my mouth was one of Steve's favourite scenarios; it often made him come just by talking about it during sex. Sophie and Alexis had been so lovely and obliging licking me out, plus it looked like so much fun; I had to try it. We met Vivienne the same way we'd met the others, on MySpace (remember MySpace?!), and she turned up for our date looking unbelievable. She walked into our favourite local bar in a miniskirt and stiletto heels, long brown hair swinging free; she was just ridiculously, gorgeously tempting. We had her back to our house in record time and Steve fucked her against the wall before I could even offer tea. That's what gave us the idea for our game. Steve turned his head to grunt at me, "Tea, slut," and I was surprised, but I obliged. I brought it to them when it was ready, by which time Steve had Vivienne bent over the arm of the couch, legs wrapped around his waist. She still had her heels on and she'd linked her ankles together for traction. I sat and watched them fucking like it was a documentary, one hand down my jeans, stroking my pussy and feeling how wet it made me to watch them. When Steve finally decided it was my turn, he fucked me from behind while I sucked her clit. She tasted like Steve's cock and came like a steam train in only two minutes. I felt proud of myself and licked her pussy twice more that night. At one point Steve fucked her up the ass while I had my tongue up her cunt -- logistically difficult, but sizzling hot. That time when she came I thought the ceiling would crack.
There could have been more, but by that time, I had started to have thoughts -- bad thoughts. Jealousy.
