Katerina’s Visit Continues

Katerina’s Visit Continues

For the last three days, Katerina’s visit had been a whirlwind of sexual bliss for both of us. She had come across the country for a “weekend” visit after we had become pen pals. She had confided in me that she was attracted to older men (which I obviously qualified as, being older than her father), and later told me that she had a fantasy of being someone’s “sex slave”; to be used and told what to do, sexually, without having any control. Now, she asked if she could stay a “few more days”, and I readily agreed.

Being a “sex slave” is a dangerous fantasy, because in the hands of the wrong person, she could be in serious danger. I had already determined that Kat is a submissive and that suits me just fine, since I am a Dom. I am not into S&M, as some in the lifestyle are, though I can understand that particular approach. But I am not above using a little corporal punishment, humiliation or bondage as part of my control training of a sub. Katerina had experienced the pleasure side of the training, and now it was time for her to experience a darker side. I was curious to see where this would lead us, and what her reaction would be.

Katerina had asked to borrow the car to run up to the mall, and I used her absence to retrieve some of my “special toys” from their hiding spot, and placed them so they would be convenient. A lot of women use dildos and vibrators to stimulate themselves during masturbation, and if they have difficulty with orgasm, that is an excellent way to achieve satisfaction. But if a woman can climax easily (and Kat can cum VERY easily and is multi-orgasmic), then I prefer not to employ such devices in order not to interfere with, or deaden, their natural response. But other tools can be helpful, in an indirect way.

Kat walked in from her shopping, carrying a small bag, and when I asked her what she bought, she just responded “You’ll see”, then grinned and headed for the bedroom. A few minutes later, she came out wearing a tiny orange-red string bikini…the operable word being string…that had only a small triangle covering her slit and two even smaller triangles covering her nipples and areolas., Not only did it leave nothing to the imagination; it added a whole new dimension to my indecent thoughts. With her tiny body and smooth olive skin, she was stunning and would make any man’s tongue hard. She showed it off by dancing around in her bare feet, and then with her back to me, started to spread her feet and legs, almost to a split position, with her ass facing toward me and bent over, looking at me through those delicious legs. I could see her slit, clearly, outlined by the thin fabric, and my cock couldn’t help but grow hard. I grabbed my digital camera and took several shots, this time, not worrying about hiding her face. She was dressed after all<G>.

I pulled her onto my lap, and kissed and fondled her and got her worked up by finger fucking her, but then I quit. “We’re going to a party, later, and I don’t want to spoil your appetite” I told her, mischievously. She pouted a little, but I had made it clear that while she was with me, I would be in control of her sexual outlet, and she could ONLY cum if I gave her permission. For now, that would have to wait for later. She continued to prance around the house the rest of the afternoon in her new little “nothing” bathing suit, trying to tempt me, but I held out (grin).

That evening, she wore the little black dress and thigh high black stockings, again, along with the high heels and the pearls I bought her. Of course, she wore no panties beneath the dress. Just as we were about to go out the door, I stopped her, and had her lean over the sofa and spread her legs for me. I lifted the dress, and parted her butt cheeks to check her little pink anus. It was nice and moist, and I produced one of those “toys” I had retrieved earlier; a small “butt plug”, which looks like a baby’s pacifier, but without the handle ring. This one had an insertion tip that looked like a small spinning top (picture the Ace of Spades) and was made out of soft neoprene. I inserted into her rectum, and told her we were ready to go, with a smile.

“What is that?” she asked.