Squirming, as if she was in some sort of frantic rage, Tanya tried to escape my grip, but I was too powerful. The futility of fighting my superior force seemed to excite her all the more. The dew-like perspiration forming on her brow was more than adequate testament to her struggle, but it was a battle she would and wanted to lose. As my erection battered the door of her moistened portal, she screamed and tried to bite my face. I lunged forward, giving it all I had, and my rigid member pushed deep into the very wet passage that Tanya had valiantly defended. Over and over, I rammed the pestle into the mortar. Over and over, Tanya gasped as the piccolo incendio made her entire body shake with pleasure. Small fires they were, mini-orgasms.

I didn’t release my hold on her wrists until I was also spent, releasing my passion deep inside her. Only then did I let go, and Tanya wrapped her legs around me so that I stayed inside her. She was sated.

Tanya and I had lived together for more than a year, and it was as good a relationship as either of us had ever had. We respected each other’s space, shared the household responsibilities, loved to travel, kept our finances separate and genuinely enjoyed ourselves when we were together. The sex was great, but I realized from the start that Tanya had some extraordinary sexual preferences I hadn’t really mastered yet. There are some things you can just sense about a person, and with Tanya, I sensed her need to be ravished by her lover. She wanted to be helpless to fend off my advances, powerless to stop me — terrorized, I think. For a while, I thought it was just something that came up when we saw a violent TV thriller or when she read a romance novel where the male hero sweeps his lady off her feet by forcing himself upon her. But this was much deeper than the stuff of cheap romance pulp. One of the first times we made love, she held her hands together over her head and gripped the metal posts of the headboard. On a whim, I reached up and pinned her wrists in that position. but I was shocked at how that transformed her from a levelheaded professional woman to something bordering on the primitive. It was quite a dramatic change and outrageously sexy — and it happened in just a few seconds.

I soon learned Tanya’s primary  way of sharing all this was through her fantasy about being my servant, and at those times bondage was the best way to arouse her libido. But she was disappointed by the lack of spontaneity. Her unfulfilled desires became a more frequent topic of discussion for us, and I finally concluded that it was really important to Tanya and our relationship that I try to become better practiced in this narcotic of her choice.

I broached the subject of taking a few days off to be by ourselves and told Tanya that I had found the perfect place, even though I insisted the destination remain a secret. When the day to leave finally arrived, both of us were tense with anticipation, but my excitement was for reasons Tanya could hardly guess. I put the luggage in the car, and we began the two-hour drive to the mountains. The place I had chosen was a cottage by a lake, isolated from other homes. Tanya admired the magnificent foliage on the way there, and we talked about how relaxing the weekend would be. I knew otherwise. As we came closer to the lake, I pulled the car over to the side of the road.

“You need to put this on now,” I said, reaching under my seat for a silk scarf. “I want this to be a real surprise.”

Tanya looked at me slyly but she went along, letting me blindfold her with the scarf. I steered the car back on the road, and we drove the last few miles in silence. When we arrived, I parked close to the cottage and shut off the engine. Without a word, I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger’s side. Opening the door, I told Tanya to get out. She was startled by my command, but she swung her shapely legs out, inadvertently revealing a good bit of her choice upper thighs in the process. I took one of her hands at first, as though I were going to assist her ih walking to the cottage. Then, according to plan, I moved behind her, grabbed her other hand . and handcuffed her wrists behind her. In just a few short seconds, she was immobilized.

“What are you doing?” Tanya sputtered. “What kind of game is this?”

“Sure you’re ready for it?” I snarled, as I pushed her forward and she stumbled.

Her jaw dropped; she was speechless. I really hoped she had seen none of this coming and had no clue what was going to happen next, but it was hard to tell. I took her roughly by the arms and pushed her toward the house. After I warned her of the front steps, Tanya awkwardly made her way up them. She appeared. genuinely frightened by the experience so far, and that was the sensation J had hoped to tap. Unlocking the door, I pushed her in and told her to wait.

I went back out to the car and grabbed our bag from the back seat and another secret bag from the trunk. I returned to find that Tanya had not moved from the spot where I had left her. I led her over to one of the main support posts in the living room. It was a Santa Fe-style house with lots of open space, post and beam construction, cathedral ceilings, balconies and rough-hewn furniture. Perfect for my weekend of erotic terror, I thought, when I first saw it in photographs. I briefly detached the handcuffs and reattached them so that her wrists were fastened behind one of the smooth, pine support posts.

“Now, Tanya, let me explain to you why you are here,” I started. “You are going to learn how to give and receive pleasure. Your hands will be restrained at all times, you will obey all my commands and you will be the servant of my every pleasure.” Her tongue swept nervously across her Iips, and then her teeth bit down on her lower lip. “Do you understand? You ready for this, baby?”

Slowly, she nodded her affirmation. My balls itched as my cock solidified. I watched amazed as Tanya struggled against the restraints that pulled her shoulders back and forced her firm, round breasts to strain against the fabric of her blouse. I could see the hard nipples that gave away Tanya’s excitement at her predicament. Her short skirt had ridden up those smooth thighs of hers, and I took the opportunity to run my hand up the insides of both. I heard Tanya suck in her breath as I gently moved my fingertips over the bare skin there.

Moving my face very close to hers, so that she could feel my hot breath against her forehead, I reached down her body. Tanya’s nipples were hard against my chest, and I enjoyed the sensation as long as I could before bending down to pull her skirt off. Kneeling before her, I moved my mouth close to the lacy black bikini underwear she wore. I could tell, even before touching her, that she was wet. Her familiar musky scent gave her away. I can even smell her deliciousness from a distance, it’s so potent.

Moving even closer. I began to nuzzle the wet spot with my lips and nose, letting my hot breath wash over Tanya’s thighs. Her breath came in short gulps as I continued teasing her very steamed-up pussy. Because she was constantly shifting her weight from one leg to the other, I knew she wanted me to stimulate her, but I knew, too, she’d always dreamed of me controlling her completely.

“Please,” Tanya hissed in a low whisper, “please make me come.”

“What did you say?” I asked as stood up, my mouth now in her face.

“Please, let me come.”

I grabbed Tanya’s jaw, holding it tightly, and her entire body tensed up at my touch. “You speak only when spoken to. The sooner you understand that, the more comfortable you’ll be. Understand?” I waited until I felt her jaw nodding in my fist and continued. “Now, get down on the floor. Now!”

The mixture of fear and excitement was obvious on Tanya’s face, even though I could not see her eyes. She slid her arms down along the pine post and awkwardly struggled into a squatting position. Her skirt was forced way up, which made for an erotic pose.

I pulled the zipper of my pants down nice and slow, so that Tanya could anticipate what was in store for her. I struggled to get my very rigid pole out of my pants and let the tip bounce off Tanya’s cheek. Using my hips, I directed my cock from one side of her face to the other, and then finally rested it on her lips. Tanya opened her mouth and tried to take it inside, but I pulled away.

“That’s going to cost you later,” I said reproachfully. “I never told you to suck my cock. You must learn to wait for my instructions. Do you understand me?”

Tanya nodded, and I placed my cock back on her lips. She was frozen with expectation, and I made her wait, even though I wanted her to suck me off in the worst way. I knew this kind of training would enhance all of her sensations.

“Now, you may suck my cock. And if you do an above-average job, I may forgive your earlier indiscretion.”

Tanya voraciously sucked on my member, alternately massaging the tip with her lips and tongue, then taking the whole length into her mouth and into the back of her throat. It was one of the most exciting experiences I ever had, knowing that I was in complete control, and knowing that Tanya loved it that way. I got so carried away, it was very hard to stop.

“That’s enough,” I said harshly, as I pulled my enraged cock from her mouth.

Tanya moaned with disappointment. “Let me have it. please. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“That will cost you for sure. Tanya,” I responded coldly.

Tanya nodded and her head tilted down in supplication. I told her to stand up, which she found difficult to do with her hands bound behind her after squatting for so long. So I undid the restraint on one wrist long enough to help her stand up, and then I strapped on my next surprise — velvet shackles, one wrist at a time. This time her wrists were bound around the beam in front of her.

I peeled down her black panties to reveal her classically shaped rump, a part of her anatomy that would often draw looks from other men. Then I went to my special bag of tricks to look for some additional accessories for Tanya’s pleasure.

Pulling out a smooth coil of clothesline rope, I tied one end to the wrist restraints and threw the rest of it up over the top of one of the smooth braces that was joined to the post. I pulled the slack out of the rope so that the brace served as a pulley, allowing me to pull Tanya’s arms up above her head.

As I slowly inched her restraint higher, Tanya stood up straighter and taller, until she was supponed primarily on the very toes of her high-heeled sandals. Then, lowering her a I ittle. I tied the end of the rope on an adjacent balcony rail and stood back to examine the result.

Tanya’s exquisite haunches were arched in a delectable and defiant profile that fueled my own arousal.

I removed a half dozen oversized candles from the zippered bag and began lighting and placing them in various locations about the room. It was starting to grow dark outside. and I wanted to deprive Tanya of a complete view of her surroundings. The candles gave the room an eerie haunted-house feeling while. at the same time, revealing little about where Tanya was being “imprisoned.”

I’m going to remove your blindfold, but you must not tum around and look at me, unless I give you permission. Disobey me, and I will whip you raw. With that warning. I began to untie the silk scarf. When it was undone, I combed my fingers through Tanya’s wavy black hair, so that it fell loosely on her shoulders. I watched with fascination as she looked around without turning. She could probably see only a hint of the rustic beams and posts in the dim candlelight.

I reached back into my bag of tricks and removed a latex dildo that I had often seen in advertisements. It consisted of a large penis that simulated the real thing quite well, I thought. Branching off at an angle was another, smaller penis. The larger one was meant for a very wet pussy, while the smaller one was meant to fill a very tight asshole, and Tanya met both qualifications quite nicely, I thought.

Positioning myself directly behind her, I inserted the tip of the large cock in her pussy and eased it slowly forward. It met no resistance from Tanya’s well-lubricated channel, but she gasped as though surprised at the size of my erection. When I suddenly shoved the dildo in deeper. and then stood by her side, she gasped again, this time in surprise.

“Well, my drear. I think it’s time to dress you just like a servant should be dressed,” I whispered in Tanya’s ear. From the bag, I first removed a heavy. black leather collar and attached it snugly around her neck. Next, I fit a very wide black belt around her waist. and to its front hook I fastened another, more narrow strap that I left hanging in front of her crotch.

Opening a tube of lubricant. I applied a liberal dab to my fingers and approached my captive’s elegant posterior. Moving my fingers slowly at first. I massaged her anus. circling its perimeter repeatedly.

I knew this erogenous zone was a major pressure point for Tanya. and I enjoyed her response. She writhed in pleasure, moaning quite loudly, with absolutely no inhibition. Talcing the next step, I inserted one finger inside the very tightly guarded opening, forcing my way in. Soon, I had two fingers stroking in and out of the slightly more relaxed passage. Tanya continued to squeak and writhe until she was on the verge of a shattering orgasm.

I turned the glistening instrument of pleasure full circle, so that the smaller penis pointed directly at Tanya’s gaping pink ring, and I pushed the tip forward so that she was impaled on both ends of this ultimate gratification tool.

Pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of both openings, simultaneously, produced a dramatic result, as Tanya used her pelvis to meet the forward stroke of this wicked sex toy. But I could not let my servant take too much pleasure in her work, so I abruptly quit, and when I did. Tanya looked back over her shoulder to see why I had stopped.

Looking from the dildo to my face, she seemed to know immediately that she had broken the rule I had warned her about, and she buried her face between her shoulder and the post she was lashed to.

“You’re too late, my little servant girl,” I hissed. “Your punishment must not wait.” Releasing my hold on the dildo. I reached between her legs and grabbed the strap that hung from the front of her waist and pulled it very snugly through her legs and up to the back of the waist belt.

The objective was to lock the dildo in place, and I did this by inserting the tip of the narrow belt into a buckle, pulling it so hard that Tanya grunted in response. Not only did the strap apply pressure to the blunt end of the dildo, the stiff leather also cut a hard-edged swath between the crack of her ass, forcing her cheeks apart.

When I was certain that the strap was holding the double-headed monster in place, I fixed the buckle to keep it there. Next, I untied the rope that held Tanya’s wrists over her head. allowing her weary legs and feet a respite from supporting her full weight. Her arms were now in front of her. where I could untie the rope attached to her wrist restraints.

When it was undone. I instructed Tanya to walk to the opposite side of the room. I could see she was moving gingerly, as each step forced the dildo to penetrate more deeply. I grabbed her wrist restraints to pull her faster across the large. open living room. watching her face light up and grimace. We stopped in front of a rough-finished, wooden table, and I positioned Tanya so that she stood at the long end.

“Now it’s time for the servant girl to pay for her mistakes. You have made many this evening, and they must not go unpunished. Now don’t make me tie you down to the table; I expect a good servant girl can remain where she is told.”

I pushed Tanya down so that her upper torso, still clad in a silk blouse, rested flat on the table, with her face cradled over her restrained arms. Rummaging through my zippered bag, I found the tool I was looking for — a short, thin riding crop. I am very enamored by Tanya’s beautiful bottom, and the opportunity to stripe it with the whip was a very tantalizing thought. Returning to the table. I gently stroked the whip across her cheeks.

“A good servant girl counts out the lashes,” I told Tanya in a very matter-offact tone. “And I expect you to be a very good servant. I plan io give you a dozen. so you can count them out and thank me when rm done.”

Raising the crop delicately with just my wrist, I brought it down quickly so that its stinging blow landed on Tanya’s lower right bullock. She yelped but dutifully counted it as one. Each lash moved slowly upward from the first. As each stroke landed. Tanya’s entire body tensed, and it was clear that the double-headed dildo was being propelled deeper into her openings, to her immense pleasure.

She had often tried to explain to me her fascination with a mixture of pleasure and pain: it was obvious that I would never appreciate it as much as Tanya. but that certainly wasn’t stopping me from helping her achieve the rapture she sought.

Resting for a few moments. I repeated the process, and she continued to count each lash. Judging from her heavy breathing and flushed face, she had experienced several orgasms. but she found enough voice to thank me for her punishment and assure me that she would try not to break the rules again. The pattern of the lashes was softer now; her cheek had taken on an all-over blush that looked all the more fetching in the flickering candlelight.

“Get up, look at me,” I commanded.

Tanya rose slowly. She turned to face me, and I forced my tongue in her mouth. We shared a very long, hot passionate kiss. I began unbuttoning her silk blouse, jerking it out of the wide belt all around. I detached the front clasp of her black bra and began to massage her ample breasts and pinch her very erect nipples.

Suddenly, I felt her hands groping for my cock through my pants, and I allowed her to continue. even though I had not given her permission to do so. Even with her hands tied, Tanya managed to pull out my cock and begin pumping it.

“You realize, my little servant girl, that you have broken the rules again.”

“I don’t care,” Tanya murmured. “I want your cock, and I’ll take whatever punishment I deserve.”

“But, my dear, you shall have both!” I replied. I unclipped the shackles in order to remove her blouse and bra, and then roughly refastened her wrists. I forced Tanya to lie on the table as she had before, and removed the double dildo from the aroused saddle where it had rested for so long. Tanya released a litany of sounds when the flesh-colored toy was withdrawn, but I had other plans for those breaches.

Pulling her up by the wide waist belt, I removed the middle strap that was still hanging from the belt. I turned her around to face me and. once again. our lips locked as though we were in a death grip. My hands wandered to her asscheeks, and I hungrily gripped them, lifting her by her ass so that her pussy could rub against my cock.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she looped her restrained wrists over my head and around my neck. We moved like dancers rubbing our crotches together in unbridled passion. When we reached the table, I set her ass down on the rough texture. Dropping my pants and underwear, I placed my engorged member where it could easily push past Tanya’s stretched vaginal opening. I braced myself by gripping the comer edges of the table and began to stroke in and out.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she hissed in my ear.

“Fuck your servant girl. Fuck me. Harder, faster, fuck me…” Tanya’s tirade continued as a high-pitched shriek, and I increased my speed and pressure just as she asked. Her ass rubbed against the table and strained to meet each of my thrusts. Attaching her lips to my shoulder, Tanya muffled her screams as she experienced wave after wave of orgasms that she had so well earned. I, too, reached an orgasm of unprecedented magnitude. It was also the moment I saw the light; I was, at last, able to sexually challenge Tanya and fulfill our collective desires.