Laura and I finally had that talk. The one where if you’re comfortable with your new lover, and it’s a friendly relationship, you can open up and tell the other some of your secrets.

What she wanted to know was this: Did I have any sexual fantasies I might want to act out with her?

It’s the kind of question I’d guess most men dream about hearing from their girlfriends. Laura wasn’t saying she’d do anything under the sun, but she was perfectly happy to listen to whatever I said.

I was actually quite touched by the overture, even as it caught me off guard. I didn’t really know what to say. Sex with her was already great. I hadn’t been pining away for any particular act. Laura was plenty adventurous for me.

I hemmed and hawed some, then I decided to direct the question back at her.

Her eyes got bright, then she spoke softly, like someone revealing a great truth about herself, and said, “Well, I’ve always wanted a guy to, you know, dominate me.”

I blinked, absorbing her words. Was she talking about S&M and leather and bondage and all that? Before I could ask, she started gushing about the subject.

Her deep dark desires were to be tied up, spanked, led around on a leash — a whole litany of “decadent” sex acts. I noted her enthusiasm in the growing hoarseness of her voice, in the trembling of her body, in her eyes that were gleaming as if from reflected fire.

My lovely Laura wanted a man to command her and put her through some stern sexual paces. And she wanted that man to be me because she trusted me instinctively.

Was I turned on by the idea? Yes. Absolutely. But I was also intimidated. I’d given out some fun, affectionate spankings in my day — love slaps, nothing more — but Laura was talking about seizing the role and becoming her master, at least for a little while.

Could I do it? I honestly didn’t know.

But I thanked Laura profusely for sharing her desires with me. That she’d chosen to open up to me meant a lot, and I said so.

I knew I was going to need advice, however. Some help. Maybe somebody who could bolster my confidence. Because I’d realized that to perform the way Laura wanted me to required that I have a very high opinion of myself. I was going to be disciplining another human being, molding her and shaping her to suit my own desires. I had to think I was worthy of that authority in order to sell it to Laura.

So I went to see Kitty, my ex. Breakups are never nice, but we’d patched things up and become tight friends. She was in several freewheeling relationships, and I figured I could rely on her experience.

She gave me a happy hug and brought me into the living room of her apartment.

“It’s great to see you, Joel,” she gushed. Then she added, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She could always read me. So I laid out my problem, telling her all about Laura in the process.

“She sounds awesome,” Kitty said without a hint of latent jealousy. “But I see what you’re facing. You’re not sure you can do this convincingly. Well, the first person you have to convince is yourself, of course.”

I hung my head a little sheepishly. All this was tough to admit, even to a sympathetic ex-girlfriend.

“You know, Joel,” Kitty said with an appraising look and a little purr in her voice, “I always thought you had a bit of an edge when we were together.”

I looked up and replied, “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Remember those times when you’d be doing me from behind and you’d give my butt a smack? That felt good. I wanted you to do more of that, but I didn’t know how to ask.” She bit her lip, looking temptingly coquettish.

The memory came back, with thrilling intensity. I suddenly remembered it had been Kitty who’d been on the receiving end of most of those playful spanks I’d doled out back in the day. I also recalled how the act had made my pulse race. And I realized that I, too, had wanted to whack her more, to feel my palm striking that gorgeous ass of hers over and over.

“You do remember!” she said, reading me like a book and grinning widely.

I didn’t even try to deny it.

She hopped off her couch and drew me onto my feet, holding my hands as she said, “We’re going to do an exercise. We’re going to relive those nights, but this time we’ll change what happens. Close your eyes.”

She was obviously caught up in the moment, her face flushed. I felt my body responding to her, to her nearness, to the sexual energy she radiated.

“Um, Kitty, I shouldn’t. I’m with — ”

“You’re with Laura, yes. And you’re not going to put your cock into any part of me, Joel. But you came to me for help, right?” When I nodded, she said again, “Close your eyes.”

I finally did, and she let go of my hands.

She proceeded to describe a bedroom scenario, me and her, recreating in detail one of the many sexual sessions we’d shared together. My flesh tingled as she depicted the scene. Our entangled bodies, the rush of carnal rapture, the scent of sex in the bedroom air.

Helplessly, my cock stirred. The images were vivid, burning on the backs of my eyelids. She described me fucking her on her hands and knees, and my pulse roared in my ears.

“Now,” she cried, “smack my ass!”

In my mind my hand rose and came down in a whistling arc. My palm hit the sweet curve of her ass. At that exact instant I heard a slap, that sharp skin-on-skin sound. I couldn’t believe how distinct my imagination was, supplying that sound effect.

“Hit my other cheek!” Kitty said.

In my mind, I brought my other open palm down with a satisfying imaginary SMACK. But...wait. That sound had been real! What the hell was going on?

I opened my eyes, and for a second couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Naked Kitty was on all fours on her living room rug. Her spread hand was on her backside, where she had plainly just delivered a second spank to herself.

She was directed away from me, but looking back over her shoulder — with her eyes blazing and her mouth wet and wanton.

“Please,” she pleaded, “spank me again! You know how naughty I’ve been!”

My hand twitched at my side as if electricity were surging through my fingers. Kitty evidently took it as a sign. She gave herself another loud smack, groaning with indecent delight.

Fantasy and reality mixed in a lunatic whirl for me. There was my ex, buck naked and in doggy-style position, administering spanks to her own ass and attributing them to me.

“I’m your naughty bitch, aren’t I?” she persisted.

I had to unlock my tongue to say, “You’re...”

“I’m what, Master? Please, tell me!”

“You’re my naughty bitch. I’ll smack your ass!” The words felt odd, like a stranger was speaking them. But when Kitty dutifully delivered another blow to herself, a surge of conviction welled up in me.

I “spanked” her some more, drawing out our actions and making her beg for my hand. Soon, she encouraged me to progress to other activities. She retrieved a dog collar and leash from somewhere and led herself around, crawling, while I called her nasty names — ones she’d suggested.

The whole scene got me fantastically aroused. My cock was throbbing with aching need, my pent-up load simmering in my balls. Kitty pretended to have her hands tied behind her back. In a voice raw with passion, she beseeched me to let her suck my cock. She didn’t mean it, but her words were truly effective.

I was thoroughly in the groove at that point. Kitty had awoken something in me that had surely always been there in a semi-dormant form. My gratitude toward her was intense, and so was my desire.

However, as she’d said, I would not be putting my cock in her that day — or any other, truth be told. I’d accepted that, but I was still nearly demented with lust.

She crawled toward me, grinning again, but had abandoned the submissive persona she’d exhibited so expertly for the past half hour or so.

“If you need to jerk off, Joel, feel free,” she said. “I’m just going to kneel right here in front of you with my mouth open. And if you happen to shoot your jizz all over my face, well, que será, será.”

Freewheeling Kitty. The best ex-girlfriend I was ever likely to have. I thought guiltily about Laura, but then again we’d never actually pledged ourselves exclusively to each other. And in a very real sense I’d done all this for her.

And, fuck, I needed to come!

In a daze, I unzipped my pants, and my straining cock leapt out. I shut my eyes again and pictured Laura. I pumped myself half a dozen times, and that was enough to bring the long drawn-out pleasure of the afternoon to a shrieking climax.

Jet after jet of spunk erupted out of me, and my body soared with joy. Afterward, I allowed myself a glimpse of Kitty’s pretty face. She looked overjoyed with the mess I’d made.

After that amazing visit with Kitty, I found myself prepared to assume my dominant role over Laura. Or at least I figured I had a decent chance of pulling it off. I sure as hell wanted to please her.

We set a date and a time. As our dalliance approached, I felt the awesome responsibility in my hands. This was something my lover had never done with another man, though it was a long abiding desire of hers.

On the night in question, I showed up at her place. She answered the door in a black skirt and demure blouse. Her hands were folded, her eyes downturned. I shut the door firmly behind me, realizing we were hitting the ground running.

I reached out and took her chin in hand. I pulled her head up and turned it from side to side, scrutinizing her face.

“You try to look innocent.” I spoke in a lower register than normal, with an edge of sexy menace. “But we both know what a slut you are.”

The words seemed to shiver in the air between us. We had discussed the vocabulary ahead of time, deciding what insults were acceptable. I was to be stern with her, even mock-cruel. But I promised her none of this would be ugly.

I waited anxiously for her reaction, keeping my expression stony. When I saw her face flush, I was encouraged. When I spotted the points of her stiff nipples pushing against her prim blouse, I knew we were on the right track.

Letting go of her chin, I seized the front of her top. With a decisive yank, I tore the fabric straight down to her waist. Buttons flew, and she gasped. Her firm right tit was in full view, with its nipple erect.

“You’re not wearing a bra, you whore,” I growled. “All the better for men to grope you, I suppose.” With that, I boldly and bluntly gave her nipple a twist. She cried out, and I listened carefully for any sign of real discomfort.

I was being very cautious, even as I played the part of her callous dominator. Of course, she needed only to say our prearranged safeword and things would stop immediately. But she didn’t.

Laura was trembling with excitement. I ripped her blouse the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. I gave her other exposed nip a hard tweak. She moaned with shock, but she thrust her boob against my hand, as if begging me to twist it harder. I did, taking her right to where I judged the edge of actual pain to be.

Her flesh was warm, hot even. Her eyes had taken on a trance-like glaze. She was breathing with her mouth open. The whole scene had her seriously turned on.

“Let’s see if this tramp is wearing any panties,” I said, as if talking to myself while I reached for the hem of her skirt. She tried to twist away in mock embarrassment, and I played like the act made me angrier.

I was really getting into this.

I tore the flimsy skirt from her all in one pull. We’d agreed beforehand that her clothes were disposable. I worked hard to keep a scowl on my face as I saw she was, in fact, wearing no panties, but the sight of her bare flesh made my cock stir and swell.

“You like going around naked, don’t you, dirty girl,” I said, as if I wasn’t the one who’d stripped her.

She whimpered, and the sound excited me even more. I reached between her legs, hooking two fingers up into her pussy, which was soaked.

“I thought your cunt would be wet. You’re such a needy slut!”

I fingered her roughly, then released her.

All this, and we were still standing just inside her apartment door.

“Turn around, and march to the bedroom,” I ordered. She obeyed, padding away on bare feet. I followed, still fully dressed. There was something thrilling about my clothed state and her utterly nude one. It was a mild kink I’d never been aware of before. That night truly was one of discovery.

Laura turned toward me when I commanded it. Her eyes were downturned again, her cheeks flaming. She looked playfully ashamed, but I could tell she truly loved being naked in front of me.

“Get on the bed,” I said. “Lie back, and spread your legs.”

She’d plainly expected me to mount her unceremoniously, but I had something else in mind. We hadn’t scripted the entire night. Surprises could occur.

Glowering at her, I commanded, “Finger yourself.”

She looked aghast, shaking her head helplessly.

“Are you disobeying me?” I lunged a step toward her, and she swallowed visibly.

With her legs wide and her gleaming pussy exposed, she then turned her head aside and reached toward her crotch with a shaking hand.

When she hesitated, I barked, “Do it!”

When she finally touched herself, her whole body jerked in defenseless pleasure. I commanded her to plunge her finger in deeper, then two fingers at once, then three. I made her fuck herself until her hips were rolling and a cry was climbing in her throat.

I made her come in front of me, watching intently as a great upheaval of joy consumed her.

“Now, lick those fingers clean,” I demanded.

She shuddered, but she obeyed. She had wanted humiliation, to be dominated. I hoped she was enjoying what she was getting.

My dick was rock-hard. I ordered her off the bed and told her to undress me. I told her not to touch my cock, even though I longed to feel her hand or mouth wrapped around it. She trembled as she eased down my pants, eyes huge as she gazed hungrily at my erection.

When I was naked, an impulse seized me. With Laura still kneeling before me, I took hold of my rod and slapped my thick cockhead against her lips — but didn’t allow her to wrap them around it. I grinned wickedly and thwacked it against her pout again. She tried hopelessly to gobble me down. My teasing was merciless, but it seemed to fit the scene perfectly.

I ordered her back onto the bed, telling her to face away from me and get on all fours. Her ass was gorgeously shaped, and I desperately wanted to plunge into her from behind. But first things first.

“My naughty girl needs some punishment for disobeying me,” I announced. They were the practice words Kitty had gotten me to use. Laura responded with a fresh wave of shivers.

I raised my hand and gave her right ass cheek a sharp, loud smack. She cried out in a voice laced with longing. My confidence swelled even further. I delivered a blow to her other cheek, liking how her flesh jiggled, liking the sting I felt in my own hand.

I kept smacking her, even though the entrance to her pussy glistened invitingly and my cock was twitching with eagerness. But there was fun in this for me. Dominating her was a rush, I’d found. It was a major ego boost. There was a beautiful woman who wanted only to grovel before me as I meted out discipline. How could that not make your head — and your dick — swell a little?

But I didn’t lose myself in the part. I was still being cautious and watchful. Laura was making sobbing sounds as I continued to swat her backside, but at no time did she utter our agreed upon safeword.

Finally, though, I had to have some real contact with her. I got onto the bed and moved in behind her. When I touched her ass, she flinched. Obviously she was tender.

Earlier, Kitty had seemed to read my mind. Now, Laura did the same. Huskily, she said, “Fuck me and hurt me.”

I hesitated only a second. Then I thrust my poised cock into her. At the same time, I laid my hands on the hot hemispheres of her reddened ass. As I drilled her, I dug my fingers into her rosy flesh, and she mewled with agonized pleasure.

I sank myself all the way in, her wet pussy engulfing my shaft. I also pressed my fingertips harder into her tender assflesh. She hissed and tossed her head, and under her breath, she chanted, “Yes, yes, yes!”

I grinned with triumph. I’d done it! I was giving her what she so deeply desired, fulfilling a dream she’d had for some long while — and was getting myself off, too. I owed a lot of that night to Kitty. Although I’d probably never mention my training session with my ex-girlfriend!

My balls were spanking Laura’s slit, and I felt her shuddering, a great quaking that traveled the length of her body. The orgasmic energy seemed to transfer to me. Suddenly I was in overdrive, pounding her, and as she came loudly, I erupted deep in her pussy, filling her with spurt after spurt of cream.

I staggered off the bed, panting. The whole episode had been draining, but I was still flying. Laura turned to look shyly at me, then slipped off of the bed and padded toward me.

Breaking her submissive character, she planted a soft kiss on my cheek and said, “You’ve been wonderful.”

Again, I was sincerely touched. It had been a special event for me, too, and I’d learned something about myself.

Laura knelt and took my half-mast cock in her mouth, cleaning it for me. Just like a good naughty bitch would. My shaft started to swell once more. I thought of all the things still to do. Binding her hands. Pulling her around on a leash. Maybe blindfolding her. All sorts of kinky thrills awaited us, and I knew we had the ability to carry them off. We’d only just begun.