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good.”
    Wrapping her arms around his neck, she began
rocking against him, drawing out the thrusts of his cock, enhancing
the moment for him.
    “Damn you feel so good Lisa, so soft and
silky and wet. Come for me, tighten your pussy around me to hard
then I can never leave you.”
    The comment in his voice was unmistakable
and she couldn’t deny him. Clenching his tight, she let her orgasm
crest for the second time, her body milking his cock as he spasmed
within her, hot jets of come marking her pussy as his, and his
alone.
    As they struggled to regain their steady
breathing, Lisa opened her eyes and shifted to look at Mark’s face.
His eyes closed, long lashed laying against his cheeks, he looked
like an angel to her.
    She knew some would judge her for her
complete submission to her, say she was betraying her gender and
all women had struggled to attain, but they had no clue. In
submitting to Mark she freed herself, and she lived her life as she
chose.
    As his eyes opened and she met the beautiful
blue of his gaze, she pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “I love
you,” she whispered against his firm lips and felt whispered back
to her.
    The chill of the water forced an end to the
moment, but as Mark carried her out of the shower and carefully set
her down, and dried her off, she knew that another memory would
soon be in the making.
    Judging by his returning erection, he wasn’t
done with her yet.
     
    * * *

 
     
COWBOY’S DUNGEON
     
     
    Moving with a smooth grace, Natalie hung her
Stetson on the hat-hook just inside the barn door, and then stepped
into her husband's playroom. Over the years, he had slowly added
more and more sex toys, until the room could rival any dungeon of
depravity. She paused just inside the threshold and inhaled deeply,
savoring the scent of tanned leather, sweat, and sex. If she
listened closely, she could almost hear the echoes of her moans and
screams from the night before.
    Trembling as the memory fanned the embers of
her lingering passion, Natalie continued her journey into the room.
Ahead of her, along the back wall, stood a giant wooden cross where
her husband often strapped her by her wrists and ankles, and
whipped her ass to a rosy hue. Whips, paddles, and chains adorned
one wall, while along the other a row of mirrors gave an air of
class to the rustic room.
    As she reached the center of the room,
Natalie paused again. She ran her fingers over the waist high,
saddled "horse," and felt the crotch of her jeans growing damp.
    Attached to the ceiling, the homemade horse
was a curious contraption; it was made up of a wooden bench with a
saddle laid over it. It was held in place by ropes run through a
series of pulleys and levers, and hung a few feet from the floor.
At the flick of a switch, a motor started that would cause Andrew's
invention to rock, tipping slightly forward and back with each
motion. The saddle was a traditional western saddle; the stirrups
adjusted to the perfect length to help Natalie remain balanced as
she rode.
     
    A quick glance at her watch elicited a gasp
from Natalie's lips. It was almost three p.m., and Andrew had
ordered her to be mounted and ready for him right on the hour.
Hurriedly, Natalie moved to the row of mirrors and stripped. She
neatly folded her clothes, laying them on a bench in the
corner.
    Crossing the room, she pulled a leather
harness and a vibrator from one of the shelves, as well as a large
tube of lubricant. She coated the dildo with the clear gel before
she slid it into her pussy an inch at a time. By the time the toy
was in to the hilt, beads of sweat formed on her brow. She wanted
to lie down on the floor and fuck herself to an orgasm, but Andrew
would somehow know, and she wasn't about to do anything to upset
her master.
    After a quick wiggle of her hips to make
sure the dildo was firmly in place, Natalie stepped into the
harness, and pulled it up her waist, setting the strap between her
thighs to hold the toy in place. She made