Fantasies

She rose. "We'll deal with this mess later." She declared quietly. "It's time." She then leaned over to whisper seductively into his ear. "I'm really going to enjoy this journey that we're going to begin tonight." She finished with a light swirl of her tongue around his ear, and a little bite of the lobe. If playing the irresistible succubus was part of her fantasy, Ryan swooned, she was getting off to a truly wonderful start. It might not be as exciting for him as the night before but he had little fear now that he wasn't going to enjoy it, and no qualms in playing his role and fulfilling his part of the bargain.

Julie took his hand and bid him up and into the living room. Once there she released it and set herself down on the edge of the couch, as he once again sat in the chair across from her. Appearing far more giddy and eager than he had the night before, he gave her a wide and mischievous grin, and simply said, "Your turn."

Supremely confident, and more certain than she had ever been, she smiled demurely in return, and began very softly.

"My love, there has never been any doubt about my fantasy. It has always been the same." She now had his undivided attention as she continued. "It is that I make my husband, the man whom I love more than anything in the world, as happy as he can be. And that I always be for him the person he wants and truly needs me to be. Each and every day."

He looked a bit baffled as he tried to decipher where she was going with all this. Her eyes suddenly took on a wicked gleam.

"And so ..."

She paused in anticipation. And for emphasis.

"Get Naked, Slave."

He remained still, stunned into paralysis as comprehension began to dawn.

"NOW."

He bolted off the chair as if that order had struck him like a flick of a whip. After another brief moment of shocked hesitance, he began to peel off his clothes, stripping off every last stitch under her withering glare. In less than a minute he was standing before her, stark naked.

She arose and stepped to, and then slowly around him, minutely inspecting him from head to toe. Except for an ever so slight tremble, he stood stock still, surrendering himself to her intense scrutiny. After completing her circuit she walked back to the sofa and once again sat down. She then pulled from one of her robe pockets the item she had purchased on the way home, and tossed it over to him. It was a wound up, thick, studded, leather dog collar, with a long leash attached.

"I thought this would be another appropriate accessory for you." She stated.

He stared at it in his hands as he slowly unwrapped it.

"What are you waiting for? Stop playing with it and get it on." She commanded.

He rushed to obey. After it was buckled into place around his neck, she brought forth another item from her other pocket, and dangled it from her fingers ... His cage.

"We wouldn't want to neglect this either, would we?" she chuckled. "Come here."

He shuffled over the few steps to stand directly before her, his rock hard erection leading the way.

"My, my. This will never do." She declared, regarding it. She reached out and clutched his balls, giving them a hard squeeze, producing a satisfying yelp, but almost immediately bringing on the desired effect as he wilted in front of her. She then threaded his cock and balls through the ring, and joined the two halves of the cage around his now limp shaft, locking them all into place. She placed the chain and key over her neck.

"You know," she said as she completed the task, "the only part of last night that was a disappointment for me was your utter lack of self control when we released you from this. I think that we're going to have to leave it on for far more extensive periods ... so you can learn that your sole purpose is to provide for my pleasure." She lightly tapped the cage with her finger. "And any pleasure that I might rarely decide to bestow upon you will be very hard earned." She paused and smiled. "Well, what do you say?"

His reply was barely above a whisper, but laden with emotion.

"Thank you ... Ma'am."

She closed her eyes and allowed herself a deep, internal, exquisite sigh.

It was done.

She reopened her eyes and reached forward to grab the leash hanging in front of him. She slowly pulled, and he was brought inexorably, inevitably down to his knees. She stared deeply into his eyes, boring all the way as if into his very soul. And they both understood.

Like a sovereign she regally directed her eyes to a foot that she had slightly raised off the floor.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She demanded.

Released from her gaze but not from her spell, he flowed forward and down, as if by no will of his own, and slowly, worshipfully placed his lips on the top of first one, and then her other foot. It was not a tingle, or even a shiver that she now felt. It was a full throttled thrill that coursed throughout her.

"I think that later on tonight I'm going to have you spend some prolonged quality time with my toes." she promised when she had knelt back up. The wicked glint then twinkled once again. "But that will have to be after you've finished with the rather long list of chores I have set out for you." She paused to let that sink in. "You can start, of course with the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. And then ..." she couldn't help but giggle gleefully, "there are two very large loads of laundry awaiting your most intimate attentions."

Ryan gazed up at her, absolute adoration in his eyes, and Julie returned his look with one of pure love ... and lust."

"Before you begin with all of that though, I would like a little foretaste of all that is going to come later." She pulled apart her robe, spread her legs, to reveal nothing on under her neglige.

"Get to work, slave ... And you better make me happy."

"Always." he swore. With every fiber of his being.

Ryan wasted no more time, nestling his face between her thighs, and began to slowly nuzzle and nibble his way to bringing her to her first delirious high of the evening. Far more open to the sensations than she had been the night before, the sparks of delight within her were soon fanned to a roaring blaze. Clamping her legs tightly around him she began to buck furiously, like a bronco rider on her mount, his face her saddle, and his thrusting tongue jolting her up, over, and beyond.

His tongue, her glorious new toy, to play with and mold into uses she could only just begin to imagine. Oh, she supposed that she would still occasionally utilize his prick. She could never completely deny herself that enjoyment. But that would only come after it had been thoroughly trained as a tool for her singular pleasure. His pleasure, should she ever deign to grant it, would be a special sufferance, when and if she deemed him sufficiently deserving. She wondered if she might find this increasingly difficult for him to attain. But she had no doubt that he would strive endlessly and tirelessly to do so.

As Ryan scampered off to complete the rest of her assigned bidding, Julie lay back to bask in the afterglow of her first ecstasy of the evening, the first of much more to come on this, the first of the very many such days and nights in their new world. In her reverie she luxuriated in the aura of this magical universe. She checked to see that her hand bell was within easy reach, and her lips curled up in a satisfied smile when she saw that it was. She truly was well on her way to achieving their most fervent wishes and desires.

And she would continue to seek to discover new and more ingenious ways to ensorcel and enthrall. To always keep it fresh and exciting. She understood that there would be a lot of things to work out, adjustments to be made, protocols to learn and teach. She was also aware that there would probably be any number of things that he wouldn't like. But that was part of the price of being a slave ... a price he would have to be willing ... and required ... to pay. Overall though, she was convinced that he was going to love this new life. Almost as much as she was already beginning to. As their most intimate and joyous fantasies jointly became the new reality of every day of the rest of their lives.

As they lived ... Together ...

Happily Ever After