The Leather Man — Part Two
He makes her squirt
I woke up on the couch back at the Cranberry Lake house. Lexy told me that I was conscious when she drove me home, but clearly concussed. She wanted to take me to the hospital, but I had protested.
I had a knot the size of a cue ball on my forehead where I had fallen forward onto the first step. There had been a little blood, but nothing fatal.
“You just rest,” she said. “That was way too crazy, Josh. It’s a sign. We’ve got to stop all this…horsing around. We’re just going to spend the rest of the summer like a regular couple, here on Cranberry Lake, taking walks and making meals together. And that’s enough for me. It’s going to be enough for you too. You’ll see.”
She made me some soup, and kissed me and cuddled me and asked me how I was feeling.
“Well, I’m feeling…”
And then I realized what I was feeling. It was in my butt. They hadn’t bothered to remove the butt plug. I pulled down my jeans and I removed it, and held it up to her, in disgust.
“A bit better now, thanks,” I said.
She laughed and she took it from me and went to the bathroom to clean it up.
“We’ll have to send it back to him in the mail,” she called.
“Or you could deliver it to him,” I said, suggestively.
She popped her head out of the bathroom.
“Josh, I mean it,” she said. “No more games.”
“OK, honey,” I said.
Who were we kidding, anyhow?
One thing I know after six years of marriage to Lexy is that both of us find monogamy incredibly boring. We just weren’t cut out for it. It’s games that we like. Crazy sex games, that we play together, that we play with each other’s minds.
We were playful, that’s what it was.
And so we played this “domestic” game for a couple of days. We did as she said, we went on walks in the woods, we prepared lunches and dinners together. We sat on the couch reading together. We had vanilla sex together. And then, after three days, I got a text message from the leather man.
“You have something of mine. Please have your wife bring it back to the workshop. Alone.”
I showed it to Lexy.
“Hmmm,” she said. “Well, what do you think?”
“Go ahead,” I said. “I don’t mind.”
She went and took a shower and got herself looking really hot, with that goth makeup she had started wearing, and a pair of tight-fitting shorts.
“I’ll be right back,” she said. She took the butt plug from the drawer by the couch, gave me a little peck on the cheek and took off.
But after an hour she hadn’t come back. I started to worry. I mean, she didn’t really know this leather man. Sure, the first time went well. But he could have just been grooming her, gaining her confidence so he could lure her back to his place and torture her, or worse.
Damn. She had taken the car. And this was the sticks. There weren’t any cabs or buses. I went in the garage and got on the old banana seat kid’s bike that the owners left in there and I pedaled like crazy the seven hilly miles to the leather man’s house. By the time I got there it was dark and I was covered in sweat. I could see there was a light on in the main house. I rushed up to the house to rescue my beloved, but I soon saw that she was sitting in the living room calmly sipping a glass of wine and chatting with the leather man.
I pulled my bike up and I walked up to the window, which was slightly ajar, so I could hear everything they were saying. And I could see them perfectly but they couldn’t see me.
“I don’t know,” she was confessing to the leather man. “I love Josh. But all he ever wants is to see me fucking other guys. I’m fine with that, because I do like to fuck other guys, but you know…”
“If you were my girlfriend and you fucked another guy, I would kill him, and make you watch. Then I would kill you.”
“See,” she said, admiringly. “That gets me hot. How would you kill him?”
He gestured to the back yard.
“I’ve got my own forge back there,” he said. “I’ve made myself swords, axes, knives. But my favorite weapon is the spear. See, like that?”
On the wall there were hanging a couple of medieval looking spears.
“You’d spear him?”
“Right in the guts,” he said. “And then I’d tie you up and make you beg for forgiveness. And only if you fucked me real good would I spare you.”
“See!” she squealed. “That’s a real man. Josh would just pester me with details like he always does. ‘Did he eat your pussy? Did you cum? How many times did you cum? Did you suck his dick? What position did he fuck you in first? Did he make you squirt?’ But you! You’d spear the guy in the guts. I respect that. I really do.”
“Some men are pussies,” he said. “And some men are tough guys. And then some men…some men are masters.”
“You’re a master,” she cooed.
“I could be your master,” he said. “But you’d have to dump the pussy.”
“That’s not a problem at all,” she said, quickly.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, you have no idea how much shit Josh has put me through, with his fucking obsession. You know he went to jail.”
“He did time? That surprises me.”
“Yeah, he got caught spying on my boyfriend’s house with secret cameras and shit. He’s a real spy, that one.”
“Only a pussy would do that,” said the leather man. “I mean, I can understand setting up secret cameras to make sure you didn’t cheat. But it doesn’t sound like that’s what he did.”
“No,” she said. “He jerked off and watched me on the cameras in real time while I was having sex with this guy.”
“Yeah, that’s sick,” said the leather man. “The guy is a sick pussy. But listen, if you want to dump his ass, I can be your master. I enjoyed fucking you. You are a sexy piece of ass. But he’s a problem. He shot his load on my head, first of all. Then he knocked himself out sneaking down the stairs. He’s lucky I didn’t spear him in the back, the fucker. So that’s the deal. You work it out with him, and then come back here ready to serve, and we can get started.”
“I will,” she said. “I’m excited.”
“You should be,” he said. “I’m gonna take you places very few humans have ever been. I’m gonna take you to extremes of pleasure that most people couldn’t even stand.”
“Extremes of pleasure or of pain?” she asked.
“Are you sure you want pain?” he asked her. “I mean, you did fine with the candle wax. But you’ve never been whipped. You’ve never even been spanked.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s not the pain I want. It’s the submission. I just loved the way you took control of me. I felt…suddenly free from a lot of anxiety.”
“Exactly,” said the leather man. “That’s the whole point. Our freedom is our curse. When I take over, it’s like I’ve lifted that burden from your shoulders. You’re no longer responsible for anything. You’ve been emancipated by being enslaved.”
“A paradox,” she said, pensively.
“Well, it’s just fun,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. “More wine?”
“Nah, I should get back.”
“OK, but come here first.”
He pulled her close to him and he kissed her on the lips passionately. “To be quite honest, you were about the best fuck I’ve ever had. You are like one hundred percent sexy. Every inch of you, from your perfect tits and ass to your tight pussy, and your beautiful face, your hair, and your personality. I mean, what the hell is a perfect woman like you doing with a sissy like Josh?”
“I know, I know…”
“Come here,” he said, and he lifted up her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He felt her nipples.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” he said. “Feel how hard you make me!”
He put her hand on his crotch.
“And that’s a real man’s cock. That’s not some little half cock like your husband’s.”
“I want it,” she said.
“It’s all yours,” he replied. “As soon as you get your situation squared away. You come back here and you can have it.”
“You mean you’re not gonna fuck me?” she pouted.
“You know I want to,” he said. “It’s all I’ve thought about since last time. But I’ve given you the scoop. You gotta take care of business.”
“Can’t you at least eat my pussy like you did last time,” she said. “Please, master.”
“Alright, you can have that,” he said. “But you’re not getting the dick.”
He pulled her shorts down. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“And you’ll have to shave that,” he said, as he put his face near her pussy. “All my women are shaved.”
“How many women do you have?” she asked, in a breathy voice, as he began licking her pussy.
“That’s none of your business,” he said.
“Oh, you can have other women, but I can’t have another man?” she said, as he stuck a finger in her and fingered her hard.
“That’s correct,” he said. “Those are my rules. You got a problem with them, you don’t have to come back.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “Maybe I can play with one of your girls too.”
“No,” he said. “It’s not gonna work like that. You’re gonna be mine, and mine alone. I’m going to possess you completely. That’s the only way it works. Now listen to me. I know how to make a woman squirt. And apparently you’ve squirted before, so just lie back there and let me do this. And I want you to squirt for me.”
He made the “come here” gesture with his fingers, and then he put his fingers in her, pushing up against her g-spot. I liked his technique. He didn’t move his fingers, he moved his whole arm. It was all in his forearm, which was veiny and muscular. He rammed the come here fingers in and out of her pussy, applying what must have been a great force to her g-spot. She started moaning and moaning. Suddenly he pulled out his fingers and there it was, a great gush of spray shooting out of the top of her pussy as she screamed.
She gushed all over his face.
“Oh yeah, who’s your Master!”
“You are,” she cried. And another squirt shot into his face. “I’m yours, Master. All yours!”
I felt a wet spot in my pants. It had happened again. Watching my wife with the leather man was such a turn on it made me cum without touching myself.
I took one last look as the leather man cuddled up beside my wife and told her how lovely she was. Then I jumped back on the banana seat bike and rode away, with my cum dripping down the inside of my thighs as I pedalled home.
Read part one here: