My girlfriend Dale and I got a lot of great ideas from a recent issue of Penthouse Letters. It was a real turn-on just talking to her about all the sexual variations mentioned in the letters.

Dale admitted she would like to make love with another woman, and we discussed the possibility of swinging with another couple. But the idea that got me hottest was dominating her and fucking her up the ass. And finally I decided to act on my fantasies. I purchased an assortment of sex toys through the mail, and also bought pet collars for her wrists and neck, a leash, some rope and four hooks. Then I borrowed a video camera from a friend.

I was all ready. Now I just needed to think of a way to get Dale to go along with my plan!

The opportunity came one night when we made a bet over some trivial issue or other. I suggested, and Dale agreed, that the loser would submit to a night of sexual slavery. Well, for once in a blue moon I was right and won the bet.

I suggested there was no time like the present to collect on the bet, and Dale agreed, though she was clearly nervous, having no idea what to expect. To help put her at ease, we drank a few beers, smoked some dope and were just chitchat-ting. Then she noticed the hooks I had put in the ceiling of the den, and she looked down and saw the hooks in the floor directly underneath them. Her eyes shot wide open. She looked at me and laughed nervously.

I decided to assert my authority as master before she had a chance to reconsider. I smiled and said, “You just do what you’re told and this will be as good for you as it is for me. Got it?”

“G-got it,” she said, looking up and down at the sets of hooks. She didn’t sound persuaded.

“Would I hurt you?” I said.

Her body shook in anticipation as I went to the bedroom and returned with the collars. I told Dale to put the small ones on her wrists, and as she did, I attached lengths of rope to all of the hooks. Then I took the larger collar and tightened it round her neck. She shivered. I attached a leash to the collar on her neck and whipped her tits with the end of it. She was the perfect slave — she didn’t move or utter a word.

I stood her up and walked her over to the ropes, then looped one of the ropes from above through the collar on her right arm and pulled it up as high as it would go. When I grabbed her left arm, she began to fight, and we wrestled a little. I asked her, “Do you trust me or not?” and she let me loop the rope through the collar on her left arm. Then I began pulling it up.

Dale stopped struggling and stood silently. I paused to look in her eyes, and saw a combination of love and fear. We kissed while I pulled her arm the rest of the way up. I tied it securely, then tied her legs to the hooks on the floor so she was standing spread-eagle.

I took the leash and whipped her tits again, just hard enough to arouse her. She was very hot now, but still apprehensive because she didn’t know what to expect. I reached behind the radio for a bandanna I’d hidden there earlier and tied it around her eyes, figuring that not being able to see what was happening would increase her anticipation. I French-kissed her passionately, then pulled away.

I turned on some music, loud enough so that Dale couldn’t hear me. Her nipples were erect. I quickly set up the video camera, then hooked it up to the TV so I could simultaneously watch our scene on-screen. Dale looked gorgeous standing there with her luxurious dark hair sitting regally on her head, and wearing just a beautiful silk teddy I had bought her recently.

While I watched her image on the TV, she began to struggle, testing her bonds. I asked, “Do you trust me?” Unable to see or talk, she just nodded.

I unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and began to lick her thighs, getting closer and closer to her lovely pussy, which she had just recently shaved, leaving only a small tuft of pubic hair. It was hard for me to resist taking her then and there, but I wanted to prolong our enjoyment, so I just licked her pussy lips, being careful to avoid her clit. This got her so hot that her pussy lips swelled. I blew on her clit but still didn’t touch it.

Now it was time to play with the toys. First I greased up Dale’s asshole with K-Y jelly. She knows I love her ass — I tongue-fuck it all the time — but we rarely have anal sex. And I could tell that the ass play was making her nervous. I kissed her deeply. Then I got the anal beads and butted the lead bead up against her butt.

She must have wondered what the beads were as I slipped them one at a time up her greased ass. I put a weight on the end of the string and told her not to let them drop. I began to lightly whip her pussy and tits to distract her. She tried her best, but the beads slowly slipped out, one at a time.

I said, “Didn’t I tell you not to let them drop?” With her body she made a gesture of remorse.

I decided to take Dale down to give her a break. I untied her arms and hooked her wrists together in front of her. We talked and drank another couple of beers. Then she said she had to pee. I told her she had to leave the blindfold on.

As I led her to the bathroom, she made a gesture of resistance. I reminded her of her promise, and she relaxed. I sat her down on the toilet, then stuck my limp cock in her mouth and said to suck on it while she peed. It grew to its full length, pulsing with desire.

Back in the den I sat Dale down and adjusted the camera. I decided to allow her to play with a vibrator. She’d used one before, so when I gave it to her, once she figured out what it was she pressed it against her clit. But I wouldn’t let her get off yet. I took the vibrator away and gave her a dildo, then told her to fuck herself with it. Meanwhile I watched her antics on the TV screen.

Finally I took the dildo away and began to fuck her with my cock. I was really horny, and her hot, swollen pussy felt incredibly good. I pulled out right before I came and stuck my cock in her mouth, where I erupted. She greedily drank all of my come down.

We had another break, and Dale seemed to be getting over her nervousness. We smoked another joint and drank some more beer, and we were both feeling pretty good. So I decided another dose of domination was in order.

I stood her up and leaned her face-down over a waist-high table, exposing her beautiful ass and pussy. I greased her ass up again, so she thought I was going to fuck it, but really I was greasing her up for an anal probe. I put it in her hand and told her to fuck herself with it. She hesitated, so I took the leash and whipped her ass for not doing what she was told.

As she stuck the probe in her ass, I brought the camera in for a close-up, and as she began to fuck herself faster, I panned back out. Her big tits looked great pressed against the table. I took the leash and tickled the sides of them with it, then whipped her pussy.

She still had no idea she was being filmed. During our next break, I untied her bandanna and showed her the camera. She had to go in the bathroom to compose herself. When she returned, I was surprised to see her examine the camera and the sex toys with a look of fascination on her face. Then she announced that now she was the master — but that’s another story.

We eventually made six tapes before I had to return the camera. Now each time we get together we view a tape. I know there’s a lot of other possibilities for hot sex and we’d like to explore all of them. We have fantasies of becoming sexually involved with other people, but we’re still leery about actually doing it. Meanwhile, each new issue of Penthouse Letters gives us fresh ideas.