The most exciting erotic adventure in my married life began on a warm June night when I was reading in the living room, as I often do before I turn in.

This story transported me with adventures of a futuristic society filled with gladiators and exotic female warriors conquering and vanquishing the docile men. It wasn’t just my mind that was excited; my cock was hard underneath my robe.

I stood up and stretched, feeling the animal pleasure of my erection as it pressed against the loose clothing. I smiled to myself in anticipation as I turned off the lights and headed for the bedroom, where I found my wife, Kathy, reading a book of her own.

Kathy is a tall woman, with a flawless complexion which sets off her warm brown hair and her deep green eyes. She and I have always taken great care of ourselves, and I could certainly see the benefit of all that exercise he does in her firm body.

I waited until Kathy looked up, then slowly slid out of my robe, pretending for the moment that I was her newly acquired slave being presented for the first time. She could see the raging hard-on I was still carrying, and her welcoming mile turned into a frisky leer complete with a raised eyebrow.

She put her book down and reached over and dimmed the lights. I slipped under the covers to join her. A soon as I was in bed. I rolled over to press all of my body against hers. My cock gently throbbed in the soft fold of her night­dress. My hand snaked up under the hem and found the familiar triangle of her sex: her pubic hair was already damp.

Kathy rolled over and we slipped into one another’s arms. I pulled her nightie up so my painfully hard cock could tide into the heavenly heath of her vagina. Both of us gasped with pleasure as I penetrated her slowly, carefully, not stopping the flow of my cock until I could feel the press of our bellies flat up against one another. Kathy’s a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t shy about asking for it. Her special favorite is the feel of my tongue on her nipples, and I could feel her hand now on the back of my neck, urging my head downward onto her smooth breast.

As I continued pushing with long, languid strokes into her wetness, I could feel the strong muscles of her vagina beginning to quiver, the sure sign of imminent orgasm. I sped up my stroking to more urgent thrusts, the pressure building up in me just as it was with her, and soon we were both panting our way to an exhilarating orgasm.

After Kathy had turned off the light and we had each relaxed into our pillows, she quietly made the most startling observation. “It’s those books you read that tum you on so, isn’t it?”

“I … I don’t know what you mean.” Even I could hear how defensive I was being.

“Ian, every night you sit up reading, you come to me with a consuming lust. It is so clear that you get turned on by something in those science fiction books of yours, so I’ve been looking through them, and it’s all beginning to make much more sense.” I listened to her in amazement, and a new sensation of fear and arousal swept through me as I hugged her in the dark. “They all describe a society of the future where the males are at the mercy of their female conquerors. In every one of the books, there’s a common strand — the fantasy of another world where dominant women rule submissive men — with their permission, or even against their will.”

I couldn’t deny it. That was my greatest fantasy. It had been a scene in which the astronaut had been dragged in chains and thrown at the feet of the Queen of Galaxy 503 which had produced the most recent heated bout of lovemaking between us.

I had read the descriptions of the Queen’s long brown hair and green eyes and had imagined that it was my own Kathy who’d sat on the throne in her gown as she looked down at me while I was stripped naked for her inspection, something I’d often imitated when masturbating in the shower.

I was still too tongue-tied to answer. “If those are your fantasies, Ian,” she whispered in my ear, “then there’s no reason why we can’t realize them together. In fact, I expect you’ll have a great opportunity this weekend. I’m going to make your vision of the future come spectacularly and vividly true.”

“Kathy, we should talk about this,” I finally said.

“I’ll discuss it with you when it’s time,” she answered. I was astonished by how excited I was. The mystery of our approaching scene seemed to make my sexual energy build and fill my dreams with new dimensions of sexual science fiction.

In the morning, I entered her again, and as I felt that warm, wet sheath wrap itself around my hard cock with its familiar pressure, I pleaded with her, “Please, Kathy, tell me what you’re going to do to me. Please!” Her silence excited me more and more until an ecstatic orgasm seemed to seize every fiber of my being and leave me drenched in sweat and limp with exhaustion.

She maintained the pressure for days afterward, refusing to explain her plans. Finally, on Friday afternoon, Kathy called me at work. She didn’t bother with any pleasantries.

“Tonight, when you come home, your clothing for the weekend will be in the garage. Strip off your old garments — those symbols of the life you’re leaving behind — and enter my palace with the new ones, which are much more appropriate to your new status.”

Then she hung up the phone. I felt perspiration bead on my forehead, and I was barely able to conceal my agitation from my coworker from myself. I drove straight home, both petrified by the prospect of what might be waiting for me and desperate to see what she had in store.

When I arrived, a bag was waiting on the steps of the house. The very sight of it sent shudders through me. It was as though there might be something magical inside.

When the garage door clanged shut, a strange peace descended on me. Kathy had been right: My dream world was populated by fabulous women of power who held men in the palms of their hands, forcing them to follow their all-powerful commands, which always included sexual duties.

By this time, I had transported myself to that new reality, just as my favorite characters had been conveyed to new worlds in the future. l knew l wanted this experience and I was swept up in appreciation and love for Kathy as l became aware of her real intentions: to help me live out my most cherished visions.

In order to fully enjoy this escapade, I still didn’t investigate the bag, but stripped naked and stood in the coolness of the dimly lighted and musty space, feeling a breeze waft over my skin. Naked, my hard cock trembling in front of me, I finally reached in and pulled out the decorative garment that was waiting to clothe my dreams.

I sucked in my breath when I first touched the silk and then pulled it out and saw a blood-red toga. I put the red silk aside and found a pair of intricate sandals, each one with a length of leather thong attached to it which I understood was supposed to be crisscrossed up over my calves.

Upon closer inspection, I could see that Kathy had actually impeccably designed my costume herself. The silk was long enough so that the front and back hung down to the middle of my thighs, but the cloth was too narrow to meet at the sides. Just as a slave in my fantasy galaxies would have been presented to his Queen, I was going to have to present myself to Kathy with my flanks and sides exposed, leaving me with a sense of nakedness greater than what I would have experienced if I had been fully nude.

The silk caressed my skin with a graceful sensuality. Just the feel of it on the head of my rampant erection threatened to bring me to orgasm. I bent over and put on the sandals, feeling as I wrapped them around my hard calves that they were really the footwear of an other-worldly gladiator.

I nearly made a mistake by going into the house right then, but luckily I lifted up the bag once more to find an elegant bejeweled collar. I was stunned by this symbol of subservience which my wife — my Queen — expected me to wear for her pleasure. I buckled the collar around my neck and moved to the door. I opened it to find the hallway deserted. “Kathy?” I called out tentatively.

“In my parlor,” came the answer. I was staggered by the imperious tone. This was a voice of authority and one to which I had no choice but to surrender. I walked to the front room and found Kathy also dressed in silk, but her gown flowed to the floor. It was draped erotically over every curve of her voluptuous body. She truly looked like a queen.

“You’ve been captured, slave,” my brown-haired mistress said harshly. “You’re helpless on my planet, and your only hope is to follow my every whim.”

“Mistress … ” This was just the store which always drove me to such erotic zeniths when I read my science fiction books. How had I gotten here? How had I been trapped? What was the mysterious power this woman used to control my destiny? My questions were irrelevant in the face of this all-powerful beauty, this Amazonian gladiator.

“Kneel,” she said. I went over to Kathy and fell to my knees, my arms by my sides, my head bent forward in supplication. “No. Kneel like a dog,” she instructed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

This I did, deferring to her every wish, eager to experience her ultimate humiliation. With my back arched, I presented my ass to my domineering Queen, realizing that it was that part of me to which she wanted access.

Slowly she began to caress my hairy ass and then, without notice, smacked my bare behind with her rigid hand. A pang of heat shot through me, made all the harsher by the many rings my beautiful Queen was wearing.

“Does my sex slave like to get spanked?” she asked wryly.

“Your sex slave does as he is told,” I answered. “I live for you. I serve you and you alone. I desire what you want me to desire.”

“Very well,” she said.

With that, my Queen pulled from a bag a container of lubricant and began applying it to my exposed derriere, her fingers kneading into my flesh, massaging my cheeks, every once and a while sneaking into my crevice to tease my puckered anus.

In time she pulled out a large dildo, flesh-colored and rubber, and ran it over my ass, tantalizing my sphincter, teasing me. It was positively unbearable.

“My slave looks troubled,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Does my slave want this cock in his ass?”

She didn’t let me answer. At that very second, she plunged the large phallus into my tight ass, tearing me open, ravaging my virgin back door, filling me like never before. I screamed in pain and my cock grew more erect as the hot pleasure ripped through me, delighting me to no end.

“Yes!” l hollered. “Fuck my ass, make me come!” This she did, continually delving into my ass with her new toy until the come came spewing forth, soiling the bedroom carpet.

“You’ve made a mess!” she snapped. “You’ll have to remedy that.” And with her spiked heel in my back, she forced my head down to the ground and compelled me to lick my semen from her floor.

It was more than I had ever dreamed of.

“What silly things you men are,” Kathy announced contemptuously, “with your rigid organs suspended so vulnerably from your bodies.” My Queen reached down and grabbed my cock through its silk covering. My cock continued to leak come, “announcing my involuntary servitude to my lust,” as my novels would say, droplets continually spreading over the fabric, staining it with the evidence of my desire.

“You’ll earn your release from this defenseless need of yours,” Kathy continued. “And you’ll earn it with your tongue.” Kathy freed herself from her gown, allowing it to fall to the ground, leaving her standing in her naked arrogance over my humbled form. I leaned forward, ready to heed the implicit command to let my mouth deliver pleasure to her sex.

“No!” One of her hands grabbed my collar and stopped the motion of my head. I was stunned and frightened by the possibility that I’d done something to displease such a powerful figure. She sneered at me and arched her back, throwing her magnificent breasts forward. “Lick my nipples.”

She wouldn’t let me stand upright. I had to stay crouched on my haunches as I struggled to reach her nipples. I carefully, even worshipfully, laved each of them once and then thought that I could get back to her sex. Her firm grip on the collar wouldn’t allow that, and instead I was forced to go back and forth over her breasts with my tongue. “You can just imagine the tortures that await you if you defy me,” Kathy hissed into my ear as I labored to please her. Clever Queen!

Of course, having read science fiction books for years, I was the one who knew the entire catalogue of events which could be inflicted upon a man who defied one of the Queens of the galaxies. I played back the horrors which had befallen my comrade heroes in their many escapades. I could be thrown to strange beasts in the dungeons; I could be forced to face the terrors of futuristic arenas where gladiators fight beasts unimaginable to mankind; I could be sent into space for an eternity’s banishment. My tongue only worked harder and faster to give the lady more gratification. Finally, my Queen’s hand guided me down to her waiting sex. I let my mouth cover the whole of her mysterious entry, and I tasted the luscious flavor of her passion. I knew she adored it when my lips caressed her labia and she could feel the stimulation of my strong, slicing tongue along her crevice, clitoris to vagina. It was only when her hand pulled hard on the collar that I drove my tongue inside to explore her cunt.

My jaw ached from all I’d been made to do for my Queen, but there was no rest, not even after I felt the pulsing of an orgasm move through her muscles. Even then she wouldn’t release me! Her hand pressed me hard against her, forcing my tongue to work deliriously to bring her to still one more orgasm.

Suddenly l was tossed back onto the floor, my silk garment pulled apart to reveal my urgent erection defenseless under her gaze. Kathy leaned down and grabbed hold of my vulnerable balls, forcing me up onto my feet to despair over what pain she might cause me.

“Follow me, soldier.” She used my balls as a humiliating leash to lead me into the bedroom. That special place where so many vows had passed between us had now become her innermost sanctum. She finally released me, and I fell backward onto the bed.

“I’ve decided that you’re to be nothing more than a pleasure slave. You’re going to serve me my food, your mouth will entertain me, and for the rest, there will be discipline. If you prove … satisfactory” — that mischievous glint of hers returned to her eyes — “I will agree to allow your release.” Her stare at my erection left no doubt what that meant.

I was horrified by this threat and resolved to be as obedient as necessary to get my own chance at sexual pleasure. But mainly I was full of veneration for my nude Queen, this woman who was making reality of my fondest dreams. I did, in fact, do everything she requested, going far beyond the limits I had thought I would have in this world of the erotic. I still have the red silk toga, and Kathy has brought it out more than once since that first weekend. I often find it hanging on the wall of the garage when I come back from work, and I know that I am about to leap the boundary of fantasy and reality the moment I acquiesce to putting it on. It’s an ongoing adventure to see what Kathy and I will come up with next.