Peggy Sue

PEGGY SUE

Now, quite possibly all of us know a ‘macho man.’ You know the sort of male who’ll openly boast, ‘I can drink ten pints of strong beer AND eat five vindaloos on a normal Friday night. And then on the Saturday too!’ And, of course, believing that they are simply ‘God’s gift’ to the female sex within the bedroom, notwithstanding that attempting to fulfil the above, has given them a belly to match, together with the equivalent negative effect upon their real level of sexual prowess.

Well, I can claim with total honesty that I do not consider myself anything like such a creature. No way do I consider myself a ‘stud,’ on the contrary, what I desire in bedroom terms is a strong and dominate woman, who will drive the agenda in any sexual encounter with myself.

Unfortunately, Marie, the woman that I married, was as far away from that, as I was away from the male described above. Now, possibly the sad thing here is that, outside of the bedroom we were very compatible, we gelled, which is why we agreed to marry. However, within that room, well, let’s just say we weren’t an ideal match. Marie’s idea of sex was that the male does all of the work while she gets all of the pleasure, not what I desired at all.

And I guess it didn’t help that I was very sexually inexperienced when we met, with almost no knowledge of the ‘pleasures of the flesh.’ I needed a woman to guide, teach and seduce me, but Marie believed that I should be able to teach myself, ‘on the job’ as it were. I failed miserably, and our sex life basically petered out, leading to the end of our marriage. At least we did part on reasonable terms, and I am proud to be able to say that we are still good friends.

So, I was back on my own, alone with my dreams and fantasies. One of which, something I guess will surprise nobody, was that I would be captured by a sexy and powerful woman. Who either ties or chains me, totally securely and inescapably to her bed, and ravishes me, in the manner of her complete choosing, with me having no say in the matter at all. Having, again with myself having no choice at all, put my legs into what are probably the, albeit completely unofficial, clothes of sex, stockings and suspenders. To signify that I am absolutely hers, I’m her pet, her plaything, her utter sex slave. And I wear these items purely because SHE wants me to! Oh, and while she shags me, I cannot see her at all, for she has blindfolded me. Yes, my ultimate sexual fantasy, and I’m sure there’s a few gentlemen reading this who understand! And some who certainly don’t, like our ‘macho man’ from beforehand.

Funnily enough Marie had taken to the suggestion of bedroom bondage games like a duck to water. However, as I’m sure will shock nobody, her idea of them was that I tied HER to the bed! Well, I tried, yes, I really did, for as I say apart from sex, she was a good partner for me and I did love her, but despite my best efforts, and they were that, we just couldn’t pull it off.

Now as my unsuccessful marriage was coming to its untimely end, the internet was beginning to really take off. Broadband had been around for quite some time now, meaning that somebody could, at last, be ‘on-line’ leaving the telecommunications option fully open to another member of the same household. Meaning a vast increase of ordinary people becoming connected to the web. And a vast increase of available websites, to all sorts of tastes. And so, I discovered that female domination, or femdom, as it’s known, could actually extend even further than the degree contained within the fantasy as described above. Oh yes, I became fully aware of the phenomenon referred to as pegging.

This involves a woman fitting a device known as a strap-on to her midriff, basically what we are talking about here is an artificial ‘cock,’ often, if not always, manufactured from silicon. Some of them even feature an attachment, that tickles its female bearer’s clitoris whilst she pegs her male, or maybe fellow female, companion. Now males don’t have a pussy, so just where does a woman using one of these devices penetrate? Simple, the male anus.

Now, apparently said male organ contains several ways in which to sexually stimulate, but the essence of pegging is that a female has reversed the traditional situation, it is HER who is penetrating her male partner sexually. Quite simply, SHE is now shagging HIM! Did the idea of this turn my submissive sexuality on? You betcha life it did, Mister! My ultimate sexual fantasy now became supplanted, I now wanted to be taken by a woman as before and fındıkzade escort become inescapably ‘fastened’ to her bedroom furniture, but now I’d be pegged instead of merely being shagged. Not that, I guess if only the latter was available to me, I’d turn it down, of course!

So, there I was early on a Saturday morning, logged onto a site where an electronic conversation was occurring regarding this very subject. And a female member who had given herself the on-line moniker of Mistress Susan, had posted an entry that piqued my interest totally. Within it she described one of her desires and fantasies, to have a male handcuffed to her kitchen table. Virtually naked, he will have his trousers and underpants pulled right down to his ankles, thereby effectively locking his legs together, and rendering him utterly helpless in her hands and power. Leaving him completely open for her to peg to her heart’s desire, as often and hard as she, and she alone, wishes.

Where to say that this posting turned me on would be the understatement of the century! I wanted to be her intended victim, I so much needed to be hers. But with one modification to precisely what she suggested. Well, this was an open forum, this lady was inviting replies, so I thought to myself, ‘why not?’

I logged on to the site, clicked on the ‘reply’ button and began typing.

“Dear Mistress Susan. I find your suggestion such a ‘turn-on’ as a submissive male, although if you are lucky enough to be able to enact your dream, maybe having tried it in your original form, maybe if you get another chance, you could perform such an act in a slightly different manner. I suggest that you actually remove your victim’s trousers and underpants and place his legs within the sheer nylon of a set of stockings, held up with the traditional suspender belt of course. After all, isn’t pegging a reversal of traditional sex, where the male penetrates his female partner, so that now the female ‘shags’ him. What could be more appropriate then, than putting him into some clothing that so many of you ladies are fed up with their male counterparts insisting that they wear themselves? Now it would be YOU, instead of him ‘making love to the stockings’ as many of you ladies like to describe this male fascination. Oh, and if my idea has one dis-advantage compared to your original concept, that being that your male victim’s legs aren’t held together, well, that’s nothing that a good set of ankle cuffs wouldn’t correct, is it?”

I finished typing, but as my finger reached for the ‘send’ button, by pure co-incidence and nothing else, a certain song started on the radio that I had switched on in the background. That absolute classic by Buddy Holly and the Crickets, ‘Peggy Sue.’ What had this woman called herself, Mistress Susan? And she wanted to peg a male? Peggy Sue? How appropriate!

Suddenly I typed some more. “And if Mistress is looking for a volunteer…..” NOW, I hit that button.

BLOODY HELL! What had I done? Oh, my God, what if this Mistress Susan replies and calls my bluff? But, come on, I told myself, no doubt she’ll just laugh it off, possibly issue a sarcastic reply, but not take it seriously. I logged off, switched off the P.C. and went into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast and then perform the normal Saturday morning chores.

However, with all of those completed, when I fired up the computer again, and entered the web, I noticed that I’d received a private message. Yes, from Mistress Susan. Tentatively I opened it, and it appeared that I had been taken seriously by her.

“Thank you for replying to my thread, and yes, I believe that your suggestion is a damn good idea, as you say, what a complete reversal of the ‘norm,’ again as you also intimate is to a large extent the whole point of pegging. Thank you for that.

As to you ‘volunteering’ to take on this position, well I need to be sure that you are serious, as I’ve been subjected to quite a few ‘false’ promises beforehand. If you don’t fancy the idea, just simply say so now, and I’ll accept this without any hard feelings. If, however, you ARE serious, I’ll need a gesture of faith from you. You mention myself placing my victim in stockings and suspenders, prove to me that you possess such items, and I’ll then know that you will indeed, show me the respect I’m looking for, and agree to keep your promises, and we can move on from there. Please respond within twenty-four hours, so that we both know precisely where we stand.”

Well, aksaray escort she’d ‘called my bluff’ alright! But was I bluffing? After all what is the point of having a fantasy within your head, sexual or otherwise, if given a chance to fulfil it one refuses to? So, back into my car, to drive to a large branch of Marks this was possibly my last chance to avoid my fate. Then I pressed the doorbell button, it seemed that no escape was now possible.

The door opened, and this beautiful lady, one in full possession of total sex appeal, appeared within the threshold. A short and friendly conversation established our respective identities to each other, and I was invited in, a welcome that I was in NO mood to decline.

She led me straight to the kitchen, and there was her large, oak kitchen table, and I noticed two of the legs had a leather cuff wrapped and fastened around. To which a chain was attached, with the other end featuring another leather cuff, open and ready to receive my wrists.

“Now then Darling, firstly I want to thank you for having the respect to honour our arrangement, turning up as agreed, and on time too. But now you can see my table, and its fitted accessories, I’m going to give you one more chance to stop things right here and now. If you so wish.” I even noticed that she fitted a large foam pad, just where I’d be lying against the table.

“No, Mistress Susan, I’m more than willing to proceed. Oh, and here are the agreed items of female lingerie,” opening my rucksack and offering her the stockings and suspender belt that I’d purchased for the occasion.

“I see. Excellent. But before we start, let me show you just where the ‘small room’ is. I suggest that you visit there first.”

“Good idea, Mistress. Yes, I’ll go and empty myself first.” Which I did.

Returning to the kitchen, where I stripped myself, upon Mistresses instruction, of all my clothing. Utterly naked, I placed my body against the foam on the table’s side, and lowered my upper body against its surface, stretching my arms out. Suddenly Mistress was standing right by where my left arm lay, grabbing the cuff located there, and wrapping the leather around my wrist. Not satisfied with merely fastening the strap shut, obviously working on the principle of applying both ‘belt and braces,’ she now used a small padlock to completely lock the buckle shut, as if that was necessary!

Shortly afterwards Mistress moved across to my other arm, and it wasn’t long before she captured that limb too. My fantasy had become true, I now utterly and completely belonged to a woman! Inescapably held in her power, and with no prospect of release until she, and SHE alone, said so. In her hands and power, with no way of preventing just what she planned to do with me.

Which firstly was to place my legs within the lingerie that I’d bought with me. Mistress soon had the belt in place, around my waist. Ordering me to lift my feet, one by one, she quickly fitted the stockings over each one. However, once I’d replaced my feet upon ‘terra firma’ as it were, she took her time in moving the nylon stockings up my legs, teasing me all of the time, by playing with my balls and rampant cock, which had never been more erect in its entire life. However, she was very careful not to take things too far, making sure THAT point was never reached!

Thankfully, eventually, stocking reached suspender, and this particular torture came to a welcome, for me anyway, end. When she fetched a pair of ankle cuffs, matching the style of the restraints holding my arms, which, as I myself had suggested, she used to hold my legs close to each other. Now I really was shackled, stretched out over Mistress Susan’s table, put into female lingerie and my backside exposed, ready for Mistress to subject me to my fate.

Now I was ready, Mistress came into my line of sight, where she stripped herself absolutely naked, removing her own stockings, making quite a point of doing so.

“No Darling, no stockings for me, I’m going to be the male today, it’s you who is female from now on!” Again, completely within my viewing, she grabbed her ‘cock’ and made a real show of fitting it to her mid-riff. Being very careful to place its little ‘attachment’ right against her clitoris, so that’s how she’ll get her pleasure, I thought to myself.

“Now Darling, I want you to know that although you’re now completely helpless and fully within my hands and power, you’re going to be utterly safe and in no danger at all.” I saw a large eyüp escort tub of lubricate within said hands, from which she took a big dollop, and started to coat her tool liberally. “I fully know just how to use one of these, and am fully aware of the need of lube, and plenty of it.” Something I had no difficulty in believing, as she now moved out of my sight, standing behind me, where she began the process of preparing my ‘hole’ commencing to ‘lube’ it, which felt quite strange, but utterly exciting at the same time. I mean, now I was utterly turned on, this woman, Mistress Susan was just about to become ‘Peggy Sue,’ she was nicely poised to give me the pegging of a lifetime! My dream was about to become reality.

I felt Mistress gently guide her cock into my arse, and as she knew that this was the first time I’d even been penetrated, she took her time and her action was very gentle, reassuring me of her promise to look after my welfare and safety. Because it was very tight, this being that initial cycle. And it did feel strange, but because of the care that Mistress was exercising, I knew that I was in no danger, which only added to the mounting exhilaration!

Soon Mistress had immersed her tool fully home, and after letting it rest there for a few seconds, she, again slowly and carefully, she began to withdraw it, and then reinsert it again. Thus, the cycles began, with Mistress ever so slightly increasing the speed each time, until she was really pumping my arse with total vigour.

Then I felt one of her hands grab my rampant cock, and suddenly she was pumping that to the same rhythm, and at the same intensity as she was pegging my arse. Which, before long produced the evitable result, and the enormous wave of sexual pleasure, one of far greater magnitude than I’d EVER ‘sexperienced’ before, utterly took me over, and I shuddered and shook in sheer ecstasy, as spunk shot out of my cock faster than I’d even imagined, let alone tasted before.

And as if my cries of joy weren’t enough, it appeared that attachment had done its own task to perfection, as Mistress also shook and screamed at full volume! Yes, she’d fully enjoyed the moment too. It actually some time before either of us could even speak, so gripped as we had both been. When she could speak, it was with a fair degree of sarcasm.

“Wow, who’s the noisy one, eh?” As if she had been quiet? “We can’t have that sort of volume, what will the neighbours think is going on here? I’ll have to silence you!” With that she retrieved her satin panties that had been discarded upon the fitting of her strap-on. “Oh yes, Darling, these should have quite a degree of my scent upon them, even though I didn’t actually cum within them! And just have a guess where they’re going now? That’s right, right into your mouth Darling! THAT should stop you making so much noise!”

In they went, and to be honest I made no attempt to prevent this action whatsoever. To discover that my captor was utterly correct when she’d claimed I’d get a taste of her arousal, which as you can all imagine only turned me on even more. And there’d be no escape from the sensation, as Mistress used a tie to hold her panties within my orifice.

She hadn’t quite finished yet. Having effectively taken over one of my senses, taste and it could be argued my sense of smell to a large degree, Mistress then completely removed another one from me, as she placed a blindfold over my eyes, meaning a could now see absolutely nothing!

Once I was hard again, Mistress set about me again, with possibly even more vigour than that first time, believe it or not the excitement level was even greater, with my mouth dominated by her scent, and no power of sight to distract me. And this time, she made things last quite a bit longer than before, which just prolonged the ecstasy, making it even more intense, as if that could be possible? Yes, utterly belonging to Mistress Susan had even exceeded my wildest dreams, fulfilling my complete desires and subjecting me to great feelings that I hadn’t even imagined could be possible before I’d found myself shackled to her table!

However, despite the foam pad, it wasn’t the most comfortable position to find oneself, and Mistress knew it. So, after that second climax, she gently whispered within one of my ears. “Well Darling, I think that’s enough action here. But if you think that I’m finished with you, you’d better think again. It’s time to release you from this table, but not from my sexual custody! No Darling, it’s time to move things onto my bed!”

As if to prove the accuracy of that statement, not that I was disputing it at all, she left my wrists firmly within the grip of their leather restraints, it was the cuffs attached to the legs of her kitchen table that she loosened. Clearly to find themselves firmly fastened to another item of her furniture in the not-too-distant future, bed posts!