Her pain was My pleasure

I have always aired on the submissive side, starting as the baby girl in my family, I always wanted to please my father, make him happy, be his pride and joy. As I grew older, that want shifting from my father to teachers, bosses, boyfriends, and so on.  I have a rather dominant boyfriend, who is married.

I don’t get to see him very often, so our time together is very special.  He is coming this weekend, and I am enthralled. He rewards me for being a good girl while he is gone, allowing me to play with others as long as they don’t cum in my mouth, he says that is reserved for HIM only. I secretly, LOVE that.

Upon his announcement that we will be spending the weekend together, I’ve had a lot of time to think about what that will entail. Of course, as you know, thinking of something for too long, leads you to dream about it.

In this particular dream, My boyfriend comes to visit me, arriving on Friday evening as always. He comes in, and as instructed, I’m wearing a skirt with no panties. He kisses me lovingly, asking how I’ve been as he reaches up my skirt to examine my wet pussy, and to make sure that there are no panties between his skin and mine. After doing this, he smiles, slyly at me, informing me, that he has a surprise.  This excites me very much. He walks back out my front door, and I eagerly await his return.

Upon re-entering my home,  I heard what now sounded like a female voice, along with his. He opened my front door,  his beautiful wife accompanying him.  I was shocked. I have seen her on several different occasions around town, and in his wallet pictures, but nothing prepared me to look her in the eye as she stood in my living room. I immediately saw the angst build on her face, as she snatched her hand from his, and the questioning began. Suddenly her pain became my pleasure.

“Who the fuck is she?”….”Are you fucking her?”….”You’ve been cheating on me?”… “How long has this been going on?”. These questions, among others, flew across my living room, like a ball being bounced back and forth. I think what made me so angry was the fact that HE, my boyfriend, didn’t answer any of them.  She was mid- bitch fest when I walked straight up to her, and slapped her so perfectly made-up face. The look of surprise sent a fire through me. I looked over at my speechless boyfriend, and see that a sly grin has spread across his silent mouth. I shot him a look of disgust, and said: ” Tie her up”.

She cried as he picked her up, taking her into my kitchen, her body writhing against him. Oh yes, her pain was my pleasure without a doubt. I smiled a sweet, almost concerned smile. I watched him duct tape her to one of my kitchen chairs, her fighting against each of his efforts. I walked to her, snatched her hair in my hand, and told her to ” sit still”. She cried out, I remember her eyes,  at first cold with a hint of jealous anger… that was gone now, looking into her eyes all I found was utter fear.

The taping went smoothly thereafter, she was very compliant. I brushed her blonde hair with my fingers and said “what to do, what to do?” through a sigh, and then she looked up into my eyes, and I saw the fear overtaking her. I was so excited, in fact, I felt my pussy dripping onto my panties as I stared into those jealous baby blues.  A wide smile spread across my face, as she said “please, don’t hurt me”. My silent boyfriend, the man that I had thought so much of, and cared, for now, sat in my chaise, watching his wife cry and beg…ME.

The sudden rush of power surged through me, I was like an anxious husband,  leaning down and kissing his bride. She kissed me back, but it wasn’t a great kiss. It was tight, reserved, and I didn’t want it. I slapped her face, pushed her chin back, elongated her neck, and shoved my fingers into her mouth pulling her jaws apart, as I did this, her tongue snaked from her mouth, and I took it into mine, sucking on it. Mmmmmm, now that’s what I wanted. I grabbed her shirt at the collar and snatched… hearing the sound of little tiny buttons bouncing off of my hardwood floors. She had huge breasts, and as she took her breaths heavily, her beautiful tits heaved. I ran my fingers over her cleavage, feeling her softness, pressing on her, and feeling her fullness. Reaching around, I unclasped her bra, letting it fall down and hang right at her stomach. Her nipples, so erect, like little “come hither” fingers, reaching out for my attention. I pinched and twisted one big pink nipple, dialing her areola and pulling her forward. She screamed, in agony as I did this, and it fueled me. I began slapping her tits, OH! how pretty they are when they are a beautiful raw pink, handprints always form so nicely on milky white tits, she jerked in unison with each loud POP!.

My boyfriend…. her husband, smiling and silent, watched as I tormented his wife. I knelt down in front of her, pushing her legs wide and moving her skirt up. She was wearing SLUT RED panties. I knew ladies only wore that shade of red, with the intention of getting fucked. I began stroking her pussy through her panties, and I looked at her and said ” My name is Anna…though, I’m sure you won’t forget, your husband’s relationship with me is rather complicated, we’ve been seeing each other for 7 months now.” She began to sob, strings of saliva connected her lips as she started crying “why, why… whyyyy?” I replied, ” Because, I’m every fucking thing you aren’t”.