I sit my wife Ellen in a straight back chair, off in the corner of her bedroom. I don’t take the time to undress her because I won’t be taking my pleasure with her body tonight. Her clothes can remind her that I just don’t need her, that fucking someone else is more exciting anyway.

I do bind her down, tie her into the chair for I would hate for her to miss a moment of the action. I want her to fully experience watching and listening to me as I fuck Angela, the hooker I have engaged for the evening.

I strip the blankets off Ellen’s bed, undress myself, and wait for my treat to come out from the bathroom where she is beautifying herself for me.

When Angela does come out she is stunning. Towering black heels, lacy stockings held in place with a garter belt, sheer black lace teddy. All of this topping a taught and tanned form. Perfect. Ellen is a beautiful woman in her own right but like me she is getting older and her looks just aren’t what they used to be. I know she worries about that so I am quite thrilled that Angela looks so youthful, so vibrant. It will add to Ellen’s discomfort, make her feel even less attractive as she sits there bound and humiliated.

I motion for Angela and she crawls on to the bed for me. Slowly, ever so slowly we begin. Repeatedly I position her so that Ellen is assured a perfect view of her body, of our passion. I use her mouth, her cunt, even her ass as Ellen watches. I pleasure her as well, wanting Ellen to hear her cries of pleasure, to watch me lick her in ways I would never consent to doing to my wife. Envy, jealousy, humiliation, fear, I want Ellen to feel all of these things; I do everything I can with Angela to ensure that she does.

When I’m finally satisfied I cradle Angela in my arms. We talk of Ellen, of her shortcomings, of her punishments, of the rules she must follow, of her service to me. Angela doesn’t need to hear all of these things, but Ellen does. I think it is important to embarrass her in this way, to lay her life of suffering bare for another woman as she helplessly listens.

Our allotted time up we climb out of Ellen’s bed. I hand her purse to her and untie her hands. Angela as previously instructed goes to Ellen for her fee, is paid out of Ellen’s salary.

I show Angela to the door and as I walk back to Ellen’s room I stop in my closet to get my wide leather belt. A leather belt because Ellen’s nightly torment has only just begun.

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Roxanne and I spend three days experimenting. I think we have decided, dominance and submission aren't for us right now. Violence, extremely hard and rough sex, that's the ticket.

Luckily neither of us have landed in the hospital yet.

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As I’ve posted about before, Roxanne and my relationship has been a male dom, female sub one. I’ve done all of the topping. Now, she wants to switch that around, she wants to spend some time playing dominatrix to my sub male.

She is a wonderful woman and mighty cute so I am happy to oblige.

I do wonder a bit about our relationship and our way of playing though.

While playing the relationship has been fully bdsm based, lots of torture, lots of the use of roles, very little vanilla sex. I presume for this time that roles are reversed it will be much the same.

Outside of the play though we maintain a relationship of equality and I don’t think that either of us want it any other way.

Another interesting quirk is that we haven’t done much in the way of domination and submission; it’s mostly been purer sadomasochism.

I wonder, with this lack of D/s, with this desire to switch things around, if what we truly desire isn’t something different from bdsm as it is usually practiced. If what we really desire is simply violent sex. The opportunity to torture the hell out of each other as we fuck.

Do we want or need someone to be top, another to be bottom, or do we just want to beat the crap out of each other? Time will give us the answer I know.

Perhaps this is all semantics, it is certainly nothing to worry about, but I have found it interesting to think about. The relationship, and our way of relating together are outside of my experience, outside of what I had the opportunity to enjoy within my prior bdsm relationships. That can only be a good thing as variety always lends excitement.

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One of the things I love about my time with Roxanne is its changeable nature. My moods change, my desires change, and our interactions are able to change right along with them.

The changing nature of our play ensures that we don’t fall into a routine and keeps it always exciting for us both. I hope for us both anyway.

I must admit that these changes have a very exciting effect upon Roxanne’s reactions as well, for she just never quite knows what to expect. She might expect a bite, tense as my lips touch her skin, but instead be given a lick. Her reactions are never hidden away; I suppose that is why they are so interesting to me.

I was able to spend Tuesday evening with her, vanilla all the way. Sometimes it seems that soft and loving is just the ticket.

This weekend she will again be with me, but I’m thinking that a radically different approach just might be called for. Severe bondage, a severe beating, all finished off by a hard and vicious fucking of her ass. Cold dominance is appealing to me right now. I envision myself Cuming in her ass, ignoring her own need for pleasure, simply walking away when I’m done using her body. Leaving her bound and beaten body as it is. Leaving her to suffer, to think. I’d retrieve her after awhile of course, comfort and love her, but perhaps for a time she should suffer, suffer alone as I slowly walk away.

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I’m a sadist. It’s not specifically a desire to cause pain though. I know, a contradiction; I’ll try to explain.

I want my partner to feel. To feel whatever it is I’m doing so intensely that what I am causing her to feel becomes the entire focus of her mind. Most often this desire leads me to cause her pain, intense pain. That’s not always the case though.

Extremely intense emotion, extremely intense physical sensation, these are what I seek to bring forth and those need not manifest within her as pain. If I’m fucking her I have no desire to cause her pain with my cock, but I want her to feel it as intensely as she would a single-tail whip upon her back. I want to fuck her so hard, with such intensity, for so long a duration that no thought beyond the sensation she is feeling can enter her mind. If we are playing in less physical ways, if I am demanding service from her I look for little things that are extremely difficult for her to perform mentally or emotionally. Things that will be difficult enough that they become her entire focus for a short time.

Roxanne and I engage in a great deal of classic S/m, simple, old time pain play. That is I think our most common form of play in the dungeon and in the bedroom. Often though we explore other ways of feeling. It seems that number two for us is fear. I delight in watching fear build within her, watching it slowly move to overtake her. Recently I spent a great deal of time running my tongue all over her body. It was an amazing scene for us because she felt it with shocking intensity. It came directly upon the heels of some very intense biting, biting which she thought was continuing. Thus, after enough time, enough buildup, my little tongue, rubbing gently upon her body became a cause of intense fear, terror for her. I got to look into her eyes and see terror there, to feel her struggles and feel the flight or fight response actively playing out there, to listen to the amazing cries my gentle attentions ripped from her throat.

For whatever reason our shared makeup does seem to make it easy for me to bring fear right to the surface within Roxanne, and I can carefully nurture and grow that fear. While most of our play may be more traditionally focused S/m, fear play is I think my favorite form of play with her for she feels it in a simply amazing way and getting her to feel is what it’s all about for me.

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