"Bill, I'm going to shower. Listen for my bedroom door to close, and then shower yourself. When you're done, I'll wait in my bedroom for you," I instructed him.

He smiled and said, "Yes, Madam."

I giggled as he said that word, a word that four days ago I found so displeasing. It had taken on a whole new meaning now, and I loved the new meaning.

As I walked away from my new lover, I knew he was watching me. I walked with an accentuated swing to my hips. One that sent him the message that the time of his life was only beginning.

The hot water of my shower soothed my body. I shampooed my hair with a strawberry-scented shampoo. I washed my body with strawberry gel paying close attention to making my pussy as clean and fragrant as possible.

Wrapping a big fluffy towel around my body, I opened the bathroom door. Stepping out into the hall, I glanced toward the living room. Bill was sitting up on the couch. He looked toward me, but I turned and quickly disappeared into my bedroom.

A minute later, I heard the shower. I lit several strawberry-scented jar candles. I turned down my bed and walked to the closet. My feet slipped into the four-inch stiletto heels I'd purchased over the weekend. The closet door clicked closed. Silk stockings run very quickly, and I already had two pairs that had been ruined. Retrieving them from the wastebasket, I carefully tied one stocking around my wrists and one around each ankle.

My hair, still wet, hung down my back, almost touching the crack in my ass. I walked over to my bed and reclined with my head resting on one soft white pillow. I carefully spread my hair around my head and bent my legs slightly at the knee and to one side. I was ready for my new lover. I was prepared to have him share a mutual fantasy with me.

The sound of water running in the bath ended. It seemed like hours until the door knob turned, and the door began to open slowly. He entered my sanctuary, his body wrapped in a white towel, his thick chest hair fluffy and curly again.

He closed the door and stood still, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light.

"Come stand at the bottom of my bed, Bill," I said.

He slowly walked across the room and stopped, facing me. A noticeable bulge began showing in the front of his towel.

"Drop your towel, baby," I said.

With a flip of his thumb, the towel fell to the floor.

His cock was beginning to get hard. His eyes, now fully adjusted to the dim light, stared intently at me.

"God, Gen, you look so beautiful. I love the way your hair frames your face," he said.

"Do you want me, baby?" I asked.

His instant response was, "Absolutely!"

I slowly lifted both legs, keeping my ankles locked together and my stilettos pointing toward the ceiling. The silk stockings tied to my ankles dangling down the back of my legs. I spread my arms toward the corners of the headboard. Once I'd fully extended my long shapely legs, I knew he could see my pussy between my tightly clenched thighs. I unlocked my ankles and began spreading my legs.

As my legs parted and his face came into view, I could again look into his eyes. That incredible look of lust was all I saw. His eyes drank in the image before him. I slowly spread myself open to his voyeuristic gaze, broader and wider, until my legs reached the horizontal plain of my bed.

"Bind me, Bill," I begged him. "Tie me to this bed and pleasure me and yourself as you see fit, baby."

My body trembled, and my mind raced as I surrendered myself to this incredible man's sexual will. His nimble fingers made quick work of binding my ankles to the corners of the footboard. He checked the knots at my ankles before slowly walking to the right to stretch out my left arm and bind it to the headboard. I thought for a moment he was going to leave my right arm free, but I was mistaken; he moved around the bed and tied my remaining free arm to the opposite corner. I pulled with one arm and then the other. Neither would be freed by simply pulling them. I'd have to be untied by my lover after he'd finished with my body.

His cock, now fully erect, stood at attention from his groin. He walked to the foot of the bed again and stared at me. I shuddered in anticipation of what I knew was about to happen.

Bill grasped his cock in one hand, and, staring lustfully at me, he said, "Do you want me Genevieve?"

"Yes, baby!" I replied.

"Wrong answer!" he hissed.

"Until I tell you otherwise, you will address me as Master William. Do you understand, Genevieve?" he said. "If you fail to address me with the respect I demand, I will be forced to gag you," my master added.

"I'm going to eat your pussy, Genevieve. Will that please you?" he asked.

"If it will please you, Master William," I replied.

"Will it taste good?" my Master demanded.

"Oh yes, Master William, I've washed my pussy clean for you," I replied.

My master crawled between my thighs and leaned down to kiss the naked flesh of my inner thigh. His soft lips made my skin quiver with anticipation. As he neared my pussy he inhaled deeply.

"It smells lovely, Genevieve," he said.

Bill's lips moved to the other thigh and kissed from my knee up toward his ultimate goal.

When he reached that goal, he lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

"Do you want me to lick it?" he asked.

"Oh God, please, yes, please, Master William, lick it," I whispered.

I wanted to lift my thighs to expose myself more to him, but the bounds held me firmly on the bed. He lowered his mouth toward my swelling clit and extended his tongue. The tip of his tongue touched my clit, causing me to gasp in sexual delight.

"Suck it, Master William!" I pleaded.

He lifted his head and, with a demeaning tone of voice, said, "Don't instruct your Master on the proper way to eat pussy. Speak to me like that again, and I will gag you."

"I understand, Master William," I whispered subserviently.

I decided only to speak when spoken to. Allowing him to control his oral actions. I knew he hadn't had much experience with eating pussy, but I was sure he would please me all the same.

His tongue circled my clit a few times, and then he took it between his lips to suck it, biting gently on it, and flicked his tongue against its hard nub behind his teeth. Releasing my clit Bill lowered his mouth and began kissing and licking around the outside of my pussy. His tongue spread my lips and slid up to again flick at my clit. I wanted that tongue inside me; I wanted it coated with my wetness.

His tongue probed my slit slowly at first but with increasing pressure as I began to rock my pelvis to meet his tongue as it entered me. Bill was learning quickly what oral techniques pleased me most. His fingers slid between my thighs and spread my lips open wider to his oral advance. He lapped at my pussy like a wild animal that hadn't been to the watering hole for days. His tongue worked faster and faster on my swelling pussy.

"Yes, Master William, keep licking my slit that way," I said.

Long, slow strokes with his tongue sent chills up my spine. I began feeling the tingling sensation deep within my loins. My body began to shudder as he continued his oral invasion of my now dripping-wet pussy.

I wanted him to intensify the Master slave role play we'd entered and encouraged him, saying, "Does my pussy taste good Master William?"

He didn't answer but just kept licking my lips, sucking my clit, and driving his tongue into me as deeply as he could.

I spoke again, "Do I please you, Master William?"

Again, he remained silent. His mouth was too busy to speak.

I wanted him to make me cum. I wanted the first time he'd eaten a woman in years to be something he'd remember always. I wanted to flood his mouth with the sweet nectar of total sexual release. But his inexperience didn't allow him to recognize that I was quickly approaching a beautiful oral climax.

He lifted his head from my loins, our eyes met, and his glistening mouth spoke, saying, "Your Master wants his cock sucked, slave."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should beg him to bring me to my impending orgasm or submit to his oral desire. I opted for the latter and said, "Oh yes, Master William, please let your slave suck it."

Bill moved slowly up over my body, his cock dragging along my naked flesh as he did. His knees pressed into my bound arms as he settled in above me. He reached to his left and grabbed the second pillow stuffing it under my head and bringing my mouth closer to his raging cock.

"Let me suck it, Master William," I begged, trying to reach the head with my lips.

He leaned back away from my mouth and said, "Your master will decide when you will be permitted to suck it, slave!"

"Yes, Master William," I replied.

My master used his hands to press my tits together, his thumbs reaching in to press his rock-hard cock between them and into the succulent cleavage. I pressed my chin down into my neck and extended my tongue so he could fuck my tits and let the head slide over my moist tongue.

My hard nipples pressed into his palms; his thumbs held his throbbing cock firmly between the soft orbs he was about to fuck.

Looking down at his cock he spit on it, lubricating the succulent cleavage. He thrust forward; the head appeared from between my tits and touched the tip of my tongue. He pulled back until the sensitive corona of his cock head slid into the slippery flesh of my tits. I felt his knees press harder against my arms as he positioned himself to reach my mouth better. He thrust forward again. This time his cock slid onto my waiting tongue. He moaned deeply as the frenulum rubbed across my moist tongue.

"Does my mouth please you, Master William?" I questioned him.

Bill was enjoying our role-play, taking on the character of my sexual master. He responded to my question, saying, "Shut the fuck up, slave, and suck my cock!"

As he thrust forward again through the succulent cleavage of my breasts, he released his hold on the quivering orbs and leaned forward, placing his hands above my head on the top of the headboard. His rigid member slid along my tongue and deeper into my wet mouth.

I closed my lips around the shaft of his throbbing cock. He moved one hand down to press his cock down tighter against my tongue as he withdrew, rubbing his frenulum roughly against the hot flesh of my tongue. He moaned again.

"Suck it bitch!" he hissed.

My master thrust his beautiful cock deep into me, pressing it against the back of my throat. I gaged involuntarily as the angle of his assault on my throat stretched the flesh in a way it was not accustomed to moving.

He withdrew until the corona of his cock head was rubbing against my lips and then thrust forward again. I tried to resist gagging, but my throat would not accept his penetration from this angle. I gagged harder.

Realizing the discomfort his assault from this angle was causing, he withdrew and leaned back on his haunches.

"If I release your bounds, Genevieve, do you swear to obey my every command?" he questioned.

"Master William, bound or not, I am your sexual slave. I swear to obey your every wish, my master." I replied subserviently.

He reached for my wrists and quickly undid the silk ties of my bondage.

"Thank you, Master William," I said as my hands were freed to follow his lustful commands.

He pulled one pillow from under my head and dragged it with him as he dismounted me and slid off the bottom edge of the bed. His fingers undid the stocking knot around one ankle. As he reached for the second, he paused.

"If you try to escape, slave, I'll be forced to bind and gag you to this bed and leave you to be used by the other lords of the land," he warned.

The idea of that kind of excited me, but I offered, "I am your slave, Master William; I swear to obey your every command. If I fail to please you, master, I will happily accept any punishment you see fit."

Having offered to allow him to punish me if I failed in my sexual promise to satisfy his every wish, he undid the final silk strap of my bondage.

I submissively remained in the spread position, awaiting his following command.

"I want you to place your head upon this pillow, Genevieve," he said as he laid the pillow between my legs at the edge of the bed.

I quickly followed his command. As my head nestled into the soft pillow, I slid my hands behind my back to pull my hair from under me and let it hang down over the bottom edge of the bed.

"Now tilt your head back, slave," he demanded.

I did as he demanded, knowing he was positioning my mouth and throat for a straightforward invasion of my oral cavity. He was about to fuck my throat, and I prepared for his assault by licking my lips and moistening them with hot saliva.

"Take my cock in your hand, slave," he commanded.

My delicate fingers surrounded his throbbing member and pulled it down, positioning the tip just outside my mouth. I hadn't been instructed to take it inside my wet mouth, but I moaned in anticipation of my master making that demand.

His hands came to rest on his hips. I studied the length of his member along the bottom of the shaft. His bulging urethra and pulsating arteries were visible to my lustful stare. His balls hung below the beautiful shaft of my master's cock. I knew in a moment, those incredible balls would be resting against my face.

"Open your mouth, slave." he finally demanded.

My lips parted, and his oral assault began. He slid the head between moist lips. I kept my lips parted widely as he pressed forward. Inch after glorious inch of his throbbing cock slid between my moist sensual lips. The head reached the entrance to my throat. I relaxed my muscles, knowing he would continue forward.

We both knew this was the perfect angle for throat fucking. I moaned deeply as his head easily slid into the hot flesh of my throat. He pressed onward; another inch disappeared between my lips another inch of my throat expanded to accept the beautiful head of my master's cock.

He groaned as I swallowed, gripping the head tight with the hot, wet flesh beyond the base of my tongue.

As he reached maximum oral penetration, his balls came to rest against my nose. I found that I was able to breathe easily in this position, and I inhaled deeply, sucking in the intoxicating scent of my master's loins, a mixed fragrance of soap, and the musty odor of his loins.

He slowly withdrew, bringing the head completely outside my slippery mouth. A trail of saliva hung from the tip back to my upper lip. It broke and landed on my cheek.

"Your throat is very wet, slave," he commented.

"You've allowed others to fuck you this way, haven't you, slave?" Bill remarked.

"I have," I admitted. "But none as deeply as you, Master William," I added, allowing him to think he'd entered virgin throat tissue.

His hips moved forward, pressing his throbbing cock into me once again. My throat, accustomed to the size of his head, quickly expanded to accept his quicker advance. I could feel the bulge his cock head caused as it moved deeper inside my soft, moist throat. I knew he could watch that bulge move from the outside, also.

His hands moved from his hips to slide along the sides of my neck with his thumbs stretched over the top. I felt him press the skin down ever so slightly as if he would choke me. He didn't press hard enough to cause me any pain or concern that he was going to choke off the life-sustaining oxygen to my lungs. Instead, he just let his thumbs rest there as he began a quick series of short withdrawals and thrusts. His thumbs pressed the moist tissue of my throat firmer against the corona of his cock head as he fucked me.

I moaned deeply as the additional pressure caused my throat to begin tingling. His balls slapped against my nose and face. I love the feeling of being throat fucked. Almost as much as having cock stuffed inside my cunt. There is something highly erotic about giving yourself to a lover in this way, having your saliva escape and run down over your face to moisten your hair.

Before my transformation, I felt that oral sex was something a woman was required to perform to be considered a good lover. But in the last several days, I've discovered it is something to be revealed. Being pleasured orally and giving oral pleasure would be a sexual activity I would experience with all my future lovers.

Bill's hands slid from my neck as he withdrew again, another trail of salvia dripping from his cock across my face. His hand slid down to my tits; as he thrust into my throat again, he began massaging the fleshy orbs of my tits. His hands didn't concentrate on just my nipples; they explored every part of my tits, softly caressing them for a moment and then becoming more aggressive as they squeezed the flesh. He paid as much attention to the whole tit as he did the hard little nubs of my erect nipples.

I moaned in the pleasure of his touch and the feeling of having his manhood stuffed down my throat. He leaned forward, reaching one hand to my pussy. His middle finger, finding the throbbing erect clitoris, rubbed it roughly, sending me into a sexual shudder that expanded outward from my loins.

His finger slid inside to find my pussy pulsating and soaking wet. A second finger joined the first. My pussy twitched under his sensual probing. Leaning this far forward, he was barely able to withdraw his beautiful cock more than an inch or two from my throat. I slid my hands to my neck and massaged the head of his cock through the skin as he had done with his own hands earlier.

He groaned deeply as my fingers pressed the hot flesh of my throat against the corona across the top of his cock head.

"Your pussy is wetter than your throat, slave," he said.

I could only moan in agreement.

"Do you want your master to fuck this hot, wet pussy?" he asked.

I moaned again.

"Do you want your master to fill this pussy with his cum?" he said.

I moaned again.

"Do you swear to cum at the exact time your master fills this hot wet pussy with his cum?" he demanded.

I groaned deeply.

He withdrew his fingers, straightened up, and quickly pulled his throbbing cock from my throat. My vocal cords were now free to express my desire; I begged, "Oh God, Master William, please fuck me, fuck me fast and hard, master. Fill my cunt with your seed, please, Master William."

He moved quickly between my thighs. Grabbing me by the ankles, he helped me slide up so my head rested comfortably on the pillow. Lifting my legs, he brought my hips in line with his cock.

With one incredible thrust, he buried his beautiful throbbing cock deep inside me. I squealed in absolute delight as he stuffed my aching pussy full of throbbing cock meat. My hips arched to meet his second plunge into the steamy depths.

"Oh God, Master William, your cock fills me so well. It fits perfectly inside my pussy." I exclaimed.

Time and glorious time, he slammed his throbbing cock into me. My pussy tingled more and more with each successive thrust.

"Hmmm... You're pleasing your master, Genevieve." Bill whispered, almost coming out of his master character.

I smiled at him and said, "And you're pleasing your slave, Master William, pleasing her beyond belief."

Bill reached behind him and unlocked my ankles that had been pulling him toward me. He brought my legs up and spread them, holding the pointed heels of my stilettos for leverage. His pulsating cock entered me at an angle that caused the head and his luscious corona to rub against my G-spot before it slammed against my cervix.

Sweat poured from every pore on his body, dripping from him onto my tingling flesh. Waves of intense sexual pleasure spread from my loins throughout my body. I closed my eyes and let my sense of touch control my impending orgasm.

"Fuck me, Master, fuck your slave bitch harder, Master William!" I begged him.

He released my feet and leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of my shoulders. The pace of his fucking increased, and the strength of his thrusts intensified as we both rode his incredible cock toward the pinnacle of pleasure.

He moaned deeply as the orgasmic waves of pleasure spread from my pussy to his loins through his beautiful fucking cock.

"Yes, baby!" he screamed, abandoning the pretense of being my master. His mind only concentrated on bringing us to the summit of sexual pleasure and beyond, together as it should be with new lovers.

"Fuck me, Bill," I screamed. "Make me cum with you!" I hissed, feeling his cock begin to swell to orgasmic size.

It crashed into me, catching me off guard, and I reached up to claw at his sweaty flesh as my orgasm peaked.

"I'm cumming, baby!" He screamed as his cock pumped the first stream of hot sticky cum inside me. The searing heat of his fuck fluid caused my pussy to flood with juices trying to extinguish the heat of his orgasmic flood of cum.

"Yes, Master, I'm cumming with you! Fill my pussy with your beautiful cum!" I exclaimed.

His cock spewed cum into me for an eternity. A flood of our mixed orgasmic juices flowed from me and ran down between my ass cheeks to wet the bedding.

Our bodies melted together, just as our orgasmic flood of cum and pussy juices mixed within my throbbing pussy.

"Oh God, Master William, what a beautiful climax!" I whispered as the waves of ecstasy returned to ripples of sexual pleasure within our loins.

My master didn't speak. His breath came in short gasps as his orgasm slowly subsided. I clung to him, my legs wrapped around his waist. My arms closed behind his neck. Sweat dripped from his face, splashing on my heaving chest.

He finally moaned deeply and collapsed on top of me, his elbows keeping the total weight of his body from crushing me.

His glassy eyes searched mine deeply. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss intensified by the afterglow of an incredible sexual experience. Tongues intertwined in a passionate dance.

I whispered, "Master?"

"Yes, Genevieve?" he replied.

"Master, may I use your first name now?" I questioned.

Bill's eyes opened; he smiled and whispered, "Genevieve, you can call me whatever you like."

I kissed him softly before saying, "You're an incredible lover, Bill." I'm sure you and I will share countless fantasies in the future."

My newest lover slid off to my side, his beautiful cock sliding from inside me. Bill rolled over to lay on his back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. I cuddled in next to him, draping one leg over his. My fingernails slid into the sweaty mat of curly hair on his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he pulled me tighter against his body.

He held me this way for the longest time as we whispered about the experience we'd just shared.

I said, "Bill, it is such a turn-on being bound to the bed and having you treat me as a sexual slave."

"You're not the only one turned on, baby," he replied.

"And when you untied me and had me lay down with my head hanging over the bed. I could have cum just from the sensation of having you fuck my throat that way," I admitted.

"Really, Genevieve?" he asked.

"Words can hardly express how erotic I felt when your cock was stuffed down my throat. I suppose I'm somewhat of a submissive Bill, and what better way to submit to your lover than to allow him to fuck you that way," I explained.

He seemed a little surprised but admitted, "I loved the sensation, but I was afraid I'd hurt you if I pushed any harder."

"Next time, I want you to cum in my throat. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my throat," I said, reinforcing my complete passion for having cock meat stuffed in my throat.

He could only reply, "Oh, God!"

He was quiet for a long time. I assumed he was thinking about what I had just asked him to do.

"Genevieve?" he said.

"Yes, baby?" I replied.

"How often will we be able to see each other?" he asked.

I smiled and, after softly kissing his shoulder, said, "As often as possible."

"We'll have to be very careful," he suggested. "We can't let anyone find out about us."

"I know, baby, so we'll have to make every time we're together as special as we can," I said, then added, "I want you to be open with me, Bill. If there is something you've fantasized about, I want you to tell me your fantasy, and we'll make it a reality."

He grinned and suggested, "So we'll be each other's fantasy lovers. I like that idea."

"Fantasy lovers. I like the sound of that, too," I replied.

Bill glanced at his wristwatch. The reality slapped him squarely in the face.

"Oh shit, it's nine-thirty. I better clean up and get ready to head home," he said most sorrowfully.

"I understand, baby; it's best that you don't give her any reason to question where you've been tonight," I said.

He smiled and said, "This is going to be the hard part of having an affair. Leaving when I want to stay and fall asleep with you in my arms."

"Baby, that would be wonderful, but in the morning, we'd both regret it," I told him.

"I'm sure we would, Genevieve," he said.

"Go shower, Bill. I'll wait for you to return and kiss me goodnight," I said.

He released my shoulder, and I rolled over onto my belly as he slid off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. I was exhausted, my body limp from the incredible lovemaking Bill and I'd shared. The pillow cradled my head, and I drifted into a deep, restful sleep. My last conscious thoughts were of my new lover and how much he'd pleased me.