Carla’s BDSM Fantasy

by Richard Janzen

Until about three years ago I would have described Carla and I as a very conservative late thirty couple. For a variety of reasons we had decided against having children. So here we are in our late thirties,
our little ad agency is perking right along. Well enough for Carla to take most of her time off to do charity type stuff. She comes into the office occasionally to help with some clients she brought in, but mostly it’s just me and Sandy our secretary.

When I describe Carla and I as conservative I mean for example we were both virgins when we married, and until about three years ago had been monogamous. At the same time, even now after having experienced some very different sexual encounters, I would describe our sex life as beyond average, rather satisfying and exciting at times.

Carla loved spending an evening listening to music or watching TV on the couch having her breasts played with. Then after a couple of hours of making out bed time was hot.

But that changed radically. One evening after work Carla told me about a very strange meeting she’d had. Present were Tom and Gloria, a married ,couple , Janet and herself. They had spent almost the entire day at ,Janet’s apartment planning some social fund raiser.

Things started getting tense between Janet and Gloria over some trivial matter and before anyone knew what was happening Gloria was accusing ,Janet of flirting with and trying to seduce Tom. Somewhere in the argument Janet threatened to take Gloria into the bathroom and give her in her words “A much needed spanking if she didn’t start behaving.”

I dismissed the whole thing as two people that had spent too much time ,confined to too small a space. A few weeks later Carla brought it up again, I just listened patiently as I don’t know any of these people. ,But a couple of weeks later as we were spending one of those evenings on the couch, my hand playing with her now bare breasts Carla brought it up again.

I asked her why this incident bothered her so much. Squirming around she ,looked up at me. “Will you listen to me without laughing or being ,upset?”

I was rather surprised, I could tell she was hot and yet about this she was to serious. I bent to give her a kiss, she started to turn away but I caught her face and gave her a tender reassuring kiss.

She asked if I remembered what had happened the night she first told me about it and also the next time she brought it up. I only thought for a second when the light came on. She had been hot beyond belief. We had cut our evening on the couch short to go make love, no it wasn’t love it was pure sex in the bedroom. We had made love later again and the next ,morning I had been late for work because she had pulled me back into bed. The next time had been maybe a little less intense but not much.

I smiled and nodded. She explained how she had been affected by Janet ,dominating Gloria. She said there was nothing sexual about the encounter but she had certainly been aroused. In fact she had become so excited she didn’t know if she was going to wet herself or have an orgasm. She had in fact excused herself and masturbated in the bathroom.

She told me how she had started to fantasize about a similar encounter between us and another lady. She didn’t have anyone in mind but she had ,started to fantasize about how this lady would strip her in front of me, spank her and rape her. I would also be allowed to have sex with the other lady but not her.

She begged me to arrange it as a surprise for her, she didn’t want to know when it would happen. She hoped it would be with a stranger as she didn’t know any lesbians or bisexuals.

I had pretty well made up my mind to see what I could do although I had no idea where I would start. But I told her that I would think about, leaving her with the idea that I probably wouldn’t do it. I tried to dissuade her as well by asking if she knew what women did with other women. She said not really although she had imagined some things. I suggested we rent a porn movie. Absolutely not she wanted this to be a surprise

During the week I bought an alternative lifestyle magazine, but I wasn’t too enthused about the ads I found there. It dawned on me that rumor had it that Diane, a lady I deal with at one of our suppliers was a lesbian. We get along well when we work together three or four times a year. I called her and set up a lunch date.

Well the short version is she set me up with another lady who agreed to fulfill Carla’s fantasy. We spent a couple of hours discussing it. I ,answered more questions about Carla than I ever have before.

So here we were supposedly going to a new clients house for supper. Carla was wearing a just below the knee length skirt with matching jacket, over a white blouse.

Carla never minded doing this sort of thing, meeting new clients even though she wasn’t involved full time in the agency. Marg answered the door and invited us in. She apologized for it being so hot in her house explaining that she had forgotten to open windows while she cooked and baked. She asked Carla for her jacket. Carla said it was fine but Marg insisted that she take it off that she would be more comfortable

Marg had told me that she would begin dominating Carla from the moment she met her in small ways. By degree she would increase the pressure till Carla finally broke, refusing to follow some instruction. Then she would act, threaten her with a spanking and find some excuse to carry out that threat even Carla would probably become more cooperative.

I had thought that this would give the game away, that Carla would catch ,on but she was oblivious to the whole thing the whole evening. Marg said supper was almost ready and served us beer in iced glasses. Stout beer is not Carla’s favorite drink and she tried suggesting that she would share mine. Marg insisted though that I would want a full one just as she did so Carla had no choice but to have a whole beer.

Supper was delicious. Steak very well done and all the trimmings. The ,only part Carla objected to was the Brussel Sprouts, she hates them. Marg again though insisted that she at least have a few. Desert was ,black forest cake and ice cream. Carla loves black forest cake but only wanted a small piece after such a rich meal. She agreed to the larger piece with the comment that I’d be living on salads for the next week or ,two.

Marg redeemed herself afterward by making Carla’s favorite drink her way. Black Russian made with Kahlua not Tia Maria. We were sitting in the livingroom, me in an unusual but very comfortable chair kind of like a dentists chair and the two girls on a love seat.

We just sat and visited about friends, mutual acquaintances, sports, work plans for holidays etc. Marg served another round of drinks. I could tell Carla was very relaxed.

Carla had finished her second drink and refused a third when Marg moved in.

“I really like your blouse Do you ever wear it more open?”

Carla glanced down and shook her head “No. I wear it like this all the time.”

“You should try it sometime. I think with that chain it would look real sexy. Try it now. Open the top three buttons.” It was a soft spoken order but one I knew Carla would not obey voluntarily. She is by nature a very modest person.

“No I don’t think so. It’s just not my style.”

“Oh come on. It’s just you, me and your husband. Look I’ll open a couple more buttons on my blouse just to join you.”

Carla was a little shocked to see Marg opening her blouse but maintained ,her calm. “No really I don’t want to.”

By now Marg had her blouse open to between her breasts and reached out to the button at Carla’s throat. “Come on don’t be silly.”

Carla grabbed Marg’s hand and jerked it away. “I said no…”

She didn’t finish her sentence. Marg’s other hand grabbed Carla’s hair and pulled her head back onto the back of the love seat. Carla’s ,expression went from shock to anger to fear in seconds as Marg’s face came right next to hers.

“Look you little bitch. I could have just gone for a lunch with your husband, but I decided to try and be nice and invite you for a meal as well. I tried to make my home comfortable, I apologized for the heat but you just had to be difficult. Then I tried to make a healthy delicious meal, but no you have to whine about some of it. And now I’m just trying to make some suggestions that will make you even more attractive to your husband and again you have to complain.”

Marg again tried to open the top button on Carla’s blouse and again Carla pulled her hand away. This earned her a slap across the face. While her hand was busy examining her cheek Marg released her hair. Fingers from both hands hooked the front of Carla’s blouse and then her arms wrenched apart. Buttons flew in every direction as Carla’s blouse came open from throat to waist.

Carla was in total shock and she shrieked at Marg. “Look what you did to ,my bl…”

Marg cut her off with a sharp order “Take it off!” When Carla hesitated Marg continued. “If you give me anymore trouble I won’t bother with your face, I’ll turn your ass cherry apple red.” The expression on Carla’s face changed again to complete surprise. But she still hesitated not believing what was happening.

Marg reached under the table at her right and pulled out a paddle, about four inches across and more than a foot long. “I said take it off.”

Carla’s eyes widened and I could see her nipples darken as she started to imagine what would happen. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt and ,opened the remaining two buttons, then the ones at her wrists and she shrugged out of it laying it on the arm of the love seat.

“Stand up.” Carla obeyed quickly this time “Face your husband” Carla turned her back to Marg to face me

Marg opened the button and zipper at the back of Carla’s skirt and pulled it down off her hips and helped her step out of it. Then the half slip followed. Marg stood and unhooked the bra and pulled it off her arms. Next her garter belt and then standing in front of her she pulled her panties down her legs and again helped her step out of them. There was Carla, standing in the middle of the room in her high heels, stockings, a gold chain and ear rings.

Marg picked up the paddle from the table again. Carla trembled at the sound. Her eyes were down on the floor at her feet. She was trying to hide her breasts with one arm and her more intimate part with the other hand.

Marg used the paddle to raise her chin. “You are such a pretty thing. I saw that the minute I saw your picture in your husband’s office. Tell me ,are you a virgin?”

“No!” it was almost a cry of indignation

“Watch your tone! You’ve already earned five good smacks.” Marg let that sink in before continuing “Then why are you hiding your most attractive ,parts. Your husband has not only seen them but touched them. As for me I’ve seen lots like them, so hands at your sides.”

Shakily Carla complied. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No.” this was spoken softly, her eyes darting from me to Marg and back again, her chin still held high.

Marg changed the paddle to her right hand. Her left pulled Carla’s chin up and around to face her. She bent to kiss her but Carla at first pulled back. This brought a swift sharp slap from the paddle to her bottom. Carla gasped and stopped pulling away.

Marg continued kissing her till Carla responded. Marg’s hand slid down ,her throat onto her chest and then she cupped each breast in turn ,rubbing and pinching the nipples till they were hard and proud. Then her ,hand slid down her tummy to her bush.

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Carla’s hands clenched and then moved to intercept Marg’s hand. SLAP the ,paddle made a sharp sound “Hands at your sides.” Tears sparkled in ,Carla’s eyes but her nipples and the slight dampness between her legs gave her excitement away.

Now as Marg’s left hand rested on Carla’s pubic mound she administered ,the five spanks she had promised. “Now spread your legs.”

Carla instantly though slightly awkwardly moved her right foot a few ,inches over and then her left to maintain her balance. I could clearly ,see the dampness showing between her legs now.

“Do you have any idea what is going to happen to you?”

Carla just shook her head

“I’m going to fuck you right here in the livingroom in front of your ,husband. I’m going to make sure he has a front row seat for all the ,action. I’m going to fuck you with my finger. I’m going to fuck you with
my tongue. I’m going to fuck you with a vibrator. Do you use a vibrator?” Marg was rubbing the paddle up and down Carla’s back as a reminder that it was still there.

Carla hoarsely whispered “No.”

“I’m going to fuck you with a strap on dildo. I’m going to fuck you ,standing, sitting, laying on your back and on your knees. Then I’m going to let your husband fuck me and then I have a real treat for you.”

Marg hesitated letting all this sink in. I had a pretty good idea of ,what her “real treat” might be. She had specifically asked about oral ,sex. Carla was trembling from head to toe. “Do you get the idea?”

Carla bit her lip and nodded. Marg put the paddle down on the floor ,beside me and kissed her. Her hands massaged Carla’s breasts and then ,one hand moved down and her finger traced her outer cunt lips. Carla breathing was shallow and she responded just as I suspected she would. In just a couple of minutes she came her knees almost buckling with her first orgasm.

When she had calmed Marg sent her to her room to retrieve some blankets and a shopping bag. She also gave her permission to use the toilet, but had to leave the door open.

While Carla did that Marg slowly stripped for me and was sitting on my lap naked when she returned. She instructed Carla to arrange the blankets on the rug in front of me and lay on her back.

For the next hour and a half Marg kept her word. She had Carla in every conceivable position, she fingered her, used the vibrator on her face, breasts, nipples and finally her clit and cunt. She allowed enough time between for Carla to regain her composure and then started arousing her in another position or used something different on her. I think Carla came the hardest when Marg laid her on her back, spread her legs and started kissing and licking her. Carla lay gasping for air still holding ,onto Marg’s hair. Finally Marg pulled away and took the dildo out of the ,bag. Carla’s eyes grew large as she watched Marg strap on the artificial penis.

“On your hands and knees.”

Carla obeyed and turned her head to watch Marg strap on a rather large dildo. Marg stepped forward and kicked Carla’s knees apart. Then positioning herself she reached around and played with her breasts with one hand and the other worked the dildo around her opening. Then she pushed it home and fucked her as she had promised. Carla came, hips bucking and rocking against Marg, her head swiveling around as she twisted her entire body.

This time Marg hardly gave her a chance to recuperate from one orgasm before she rolled her onto her back and drove the dildo home, turning ,the vibrator function up to it’s highest setting. Soon Carla was bucking up again almost sending even Marg sprawling.

Marg released the belt and cuddled Carla as she came one last time with ,the vibrator deep inside her. Then Marg pulled it out and stood up. She held out her hand to Carla, “Come. Lets have a quick shower, maybe your ,husband wants to join us?” Carla needed one for sure. Her hair was ,disheveled, her pussy hair was matted with love juice, some of it trickled down her legs.

We had a quick communal shower and then Marg led the way into her bedroom. She directed me to lay on the bed. Then leading Carla onto the bed she said “Now it’s my turn. You make your husband nice and hard for ,me. Don’t you dare make him come though. Use your hands.”

It didn’t take long for me to get good and hard. Then Marg pushed Carla aside and mounted me. She was hot, wet and tight. When she was settled she pulled Carla into position so that she was facing Marg kneeling over my face. I had access to her cunt which was still dripping and Carla’s duty was to suck Marg’s breasts. I managed to hold out till Marg was coming for the third time. But having Carla’s muff there in my face and feeling Marg riding up and down my shaft drove me over the edge. My full
load shot into Marg.

After a minute Marg pulled back but held Carla in place.

“Now be a good wife and clean your husband up.”

Carla started to get up but Marg pushed her face down. “Use your tongue and mouth. Lick it like an ice cream cone. Taste me and him.”

Carla tried to refuse but a quick slap convinced her that she should comply. When she had done that to Marg’s satisfaction she made Carla do the same for her. Carla started out hesitantly but soon she was lapping at Marg’s clit like made bringing her to climax twice.

After we had another quick shower we got dressed and were leaving. Carla hadn’t worn her panties as they were soaked. She had tied her blouse in a knot in front leaving a lot of cleavage to admire. When Marg apologized for the blouse Carla simply shrugged and said what a rush it had been.

Just before we left Marg pushed Carla against the wall. “If your husband ever thinks you need another spanking, if you EVER get bitchy again all he has to do is call and I’ll be right over with the cure. You
understand?” Her hand was hard on Carla’s chest.

Carla bit her lip and nodded. I knew there would be another time. When we got home Carla wrapped her arms around me and simply thanked me for fulfilling her fantasy.
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