1. Athena's


    Date: 10/7/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Female Domination, Author: stex, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    was using me as a bloody dildo! (Dear reader, in case you’re confused, ‘bloody’ is being used in the British sense just for emphasis, not blood was involved in this scene.) Again I was in two minds about the situation, I was finding my helplessness to be exciting, just I was feeling, … used. That usually didn’t bother me, but something was off. Well, Will was getting his wish, some action. And despite my reservations it was exciting, I really was wound up and ready. So it didn’t take me long to come, my little act of rebellion was not trying to hold out. It didn’t seem to phase Athena though, after both me and Will went limp, she just moved me down so my face was pushed against her cunt, she had me in some armlock so she was “encouraging” me to attend to her. Not that I really need much encouragement, but my enthusiasm does wane a little just after I come. Tasty though, my favorite dessert, freshly fucked, juicy creamy cunt. The rest of the afternoon passed in much the same vein. I was basically used, as a sex toy, which was still confusing: exciting and grating. We both got off suitably, several times. At the end of the afternoon I was delivered back to Maria, naked, and a little sore in places. Maria and Athena hugged and chatted a bit before Athena left. Maria hugged me, “Thank you for that, did you enjoy yourself?” “Yes, … maybe, … I’m not sure.” “What’s wrong, I thought she’d be perfect for you.” “She was, but, … you never gave me a choice, you told me to do it.” “But ...
    you like that.” “Yes, but this seemed different, I’m usually quite happy to go along, this time I had a few reservations.” “Oh, sorry.” We were silent for a little while, while I thought on it. “I suppose I like to submit, not be forced, then it’s entirely my own doing, you know, consent.” Consent was a concept we’d discussed when working out our relationship, we both thought it essential. It was a very dear concept to Maria, she’d been born a (real actual) slave without the power to consent. Maria looked quite distraught at my comment. “Oh Stephen, have I done something wicked?” Oops, I didn’t mean to precipitate a crisis here, time for some reassurance. “I don’t think you did, I’ve consented to you running the show, I didn’t have to bring out the Mangos, or even look for a buffalo. And a heard of wildebeest still trampled me.” I mimed massaging a sore shoulder for effect. That seemed to reassure Maria, in fact she laughed at the mention of wildebeest, it was a private joke. Mango was our safeword, though we’d never had to use it. Buffalo wasn’t quite a safeword, but could be used if things were getting too intense for someone, we hadn’t needed it that often. Wildebeest on the other hand, not being a buffalo was a way of saying you were enjoying a scene, being trampled by them might mean you lost some physical function because of it. “Poor dear, would you like me to massage your sore bits?” “That sounds like heaven.” It really did sound like a good idea to me, so I rolled onto ...
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