Letters to Penthouse XXXII (24 page)

—Mr. George K., St. Louis, Missouri
     

My boyfriend, Kyle, and I have set up our household in a way that suits both our needs. He brings home the bacon, and in turn,
I am available to him for anything he may desire. And when I say anything, I mean it. Sometimes, he wants me to simply make
a home-cooked
meal, set the table, and have his favorite pajamas and slippers ready. But most of the time, what Kyle wants is much racier
than some food on the table. Take the other night—I’d spent the day relaxing, getting a manicure and having lunch with my
best friend. Then I tidied up the apartment, watched a movie on TV, and was reading a book when the phone rang.

I reached for it and heard Kyle’s sexy, gruff voice on the line. “What are you wearing, Jody?”

Merely hearing him ask the question sent shivers through my body. But the truth wouldn’t have been all that exciting—I was
wearing jeans and a thin white cotton T-shirt. In a flash, I unbuttoned the jeans, pulling them down with my hands while tucking
the phone between my shoulder and cheek. Once they were off, I truthfully answered, “Just a T-shirt, bra, and panties. Why?”
I put all the innocence I could manage into my response.

“I want you to take off all of your clothes,” he said.

“Of course,” I said, and dutifully slipped my T-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. But I was sitting on the couch, and
wearing my favorite pair of panties, a sheer, snug black silk pair that feel particularly good, and didn’t want to remove
them. “Okay, I’m done,” I told him.

“No, you’re not, Jody. Why would you lie to me like that?” he said, and I jumped, amazed that he could possibly know about
my fib.

Then I peeked out the window, and saw that he was
a few yards away, near our front steps, spying on me—the tricky devil! He was home from work and had wanted to surprise me.
Before I could speak, the phone went dead and I heard his key in the door. With a few strides of his long legs, Kyle was in
front of me, cell phone in hand, frowning.

“Now, Jody, you know that you’ve agreed to do what I ask of you, and that was a pretty reasonable request, don’t you think?”
I knew he wasn’t really mad, but he sure did a good impression. “What are you waiting for? Take off your panties!” He raised
his voice, making my cunt churn with excitement. I could feel my skin heating up under his steady gaze, and I slipped the
panties off, not sure what to do with them once I had, so I held them in my hands.

“Give me those,” he said, more to himself than anything, as he grabbed the wet black silk from me. He leaned forward, took
my wrists in his powerful grip, then tied them together behind my back using my own panties. I could feel my juices brushing
against the back of one hand as he fastened my wrists, and my lips parted in arousal. Then Kyle quickly unzipped his pants,
revealing an impressively large erection. My whole body stiffened as I took in the glorious sight before me. “You know what
to do,” was all he needed to say, and I leaned forward, my bound wrists lifting slightly upward as my lips moved to reach
his cock. He stepped closer, plunging the head of his dick into my waiting mouth.

I swirled my tongue along his swollen flesh, savoring the salty flavor that greeted me. It was a toss-up as to who was in
control here—Kyle had me bound and was telling me what to do, but I had his cock in my mouth, and knew he was helpless once
my lips began sliding down his shaft. Kyle moaned, mussing my hair as he gently rocked back and forth in a daze while I sucked
on his cock, my pussy clamoring for attention. I hoped he’d push his fingers inside me—or even better, fuck me—but I knew
he’d determine what happened next between us. I sucked his cock with all my energy, my saliva pooling in my mouth as I swallowed
his entire length.

Just as I felt him reach the tipping point, he pulled out. Without saying a word, he got on the couch, then untied my wrists
and shifted me so I was lying on my back. Then he refastened his makeshift panty bondage, with my arms above my head, and
shoved his cock inside my dripping cunt. The surprise of his action along with the force of his first thrust was enough to
bring me halfway to orgasm, and when he reached down and pinched my clit, hard, that catapulted me all the way, and I shuddered,
giving a strangled cry as I climaxed, clamping down around his dick. Kyle lifted his hips so his cock entered me at an angle,
and then he gave a few final pumps before unleashing his hot load inside me. We lay on the couch together, panting, for several
minutes.

“So I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Jody,” he
said calmly. I nodded, but crossed my bound fingers. With a “punishment” like that, I had a feeling I’d be disobeying again
in no time.

—Ms. Jody H., Duluth, Minnesota
     

I’ve always considered myself pretty uninhibited, but I’d been feeling like something was missing from my life—namely sex.
I have a busy job as an interior decorator, fabulous friends, and the occasional date, but my sex life was nothing like the
sizzling bedroom scenarios I cooked up in my head. Then, like a sign, I saw a listing in my local paper for a BDSM munch,
an event where people get together and chat about life and kink, and make plans for play parties. It sounded right up my alley—I’m
a very social person, but had yet to meet up with like-minded lovers.

I agonized over what to wear, not wanting to look uptight, but not wanting to show up practically naked. I settled for a low-cut
white tank top and a black and white skirt, along with black stockings and heels. When I got to the restaurant, the group
that greeted me was friendly and welcoming—and I soon realized I needn’t have worried about what to wear. Most of the people
were wearing jeans, although one daring woman had on leather pants. A dozen friendly faces
turned toward me, and we went around the circle and introduced ourselves, saying how we’d heard about the munch and what we
were hoping to get out of it. Some people were regulars and totally into “the scene,” as they referred to the BDSM community,
while a few were new like me. When it was my turn, I gave my name and said, “I read about this in the paper, and I’m hoping
this will be the start of my sex life reflecting my fantasies.” I left it general, because the truth was, I wasn’t really
sure what I wanted.

Most of our talk centered on totally innocuous topics like sports, the weather, and the current round of movies in theaters.
At the end, as we were settling the tab, the guy sitting next to me, Andy—who was there with his girlfriend, Holly—asked if
I was interested in checking out a party the next night. Normally, I might have been uncertain, but after getting to know
these very normal folks, I felt not only comfortable, but intrigued. Andy gave me the address and assured me that I was allowed
to simply watch, but would surely have many opportunities to participate, if I wanted.

I left and went home, pondering all the deliciously kinky possibilities. I was finally ready to unleash that hidden side of
myself. Having seen the way Andy and Holly interacted, with her collar signaling that she was in his charge, made me curious
and horny. For my party outfit, I settled on a corset top I’d bought and worn only once, on Halloween years ago, that made
my breasts practically spill out over it, along with a miniskirt and tall heels. I skipped panties, figuring that if anyone
got that far with me, they’d be impressed with my daring.

I drove over to the local dungeon they’d rented for the night, signed a release form listing the rules of the evening, and
went inside. I found a table filled with chips, sodas, and water in the front room, while the remainder of the establishment
was filled with a smorgasbord of kinky paraphernalia. One room was set up like a doctor’s office, complete with an examination
table and stirrups. Another had coils of rope stacked all over, and I saw a man using lengths of red rope to immobilize his
female submissive. Her breasts stuck out from between her bindings, and the look on her face was one of pure bliss as her
partner continued to wrap the rope around her body.

I recognized a few faces from the munch, but everyone seemed classier and sexier in this setting. One woman, Anne, was wearing
a shimmering turquoise dress that accented every one of her voluptuous curves. My heart beat a little faster when I noticed
Chad, the hottest guy from the munch, checking me out. He whistled softly when I walked past him in the hallway, and instead
of moving away, he stayed in place so I had to brush against him. When I did, I felt his hard cock through his black pants.
He deliberately touched my hip for a brief moment and sent shivers through me. I kept walking, but turned to flash him a smile
that
I hoped he’d interpret as an invitation to come look for me later.

Just then, I heard loud smacking sounds, followed closely by moans of pleasure coming from another room, and went to check
it out.

What I found when I entered the room was a cute young woman wearing pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit, complete with knee socks,
bent over a bench and getting “reprimanded,” while a ruler smacked across her ass cheeks. She was counting each stroke in
between cries of excitement. The guy punishing her ass looked stern and serious, playing his role as her demanding teacher
quite well. I held my breath without even knowing it, my body tingling and my pussy throbbing as I realized I wanted to be
the naughty girl who got “in trouble,” especially if that meant submitting to a powerful man. As I continued to watch, I felt
someone behind me and hoped it was Chad. A glance at his sexy face told me I was right. I blushed as I turned around.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Caroline, have you been a bad girl? Something tells me that you have, and you came
here tonight seeking punishment for your misdeeds.” His words came out slowly, his voice sensual, and when I nodded, too aroused
to speak, his hand stroked my ass cheek through my skirt. “Do you need a spanking?” he asked directly.

“Yes, sir,” I said, the words sounding exactly right
as I spoke. “I’ve been very naughty and want you to show me the error of my ways. Or, at least, show my ass,” I finished up,
possibly ruining my contrite tone.

From that moment on, Chad assumed the role of my master for the night. He turned me around, held my chin steady, and made
me stare up at him. “Okay, Caroline, I will spank you, and then, maybe, if you behave the way I want you to, I’ll fuck you.”
I shuddered at his arousing scenario, but didn’t say a word. “Yes, I can see that you’d like that. Your safeword will be ‘red’
for ‘stop,’ and you can always use that if something gets too intense. But I have a feeling a girl like you is going to want
more and more from me,” he concluded. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said again, the words reverberating through me. He led me over to a corner with a big wooden X against the wall.
People could watch us, but they were mostly riveted to the schoolgirl scene on the other side of the room.

“Stand right up against this St. Andrew’s cross. I’m going to secure you to it,” he explained. Simply doing his bidding made
me tremble. “Wait a second—I think you should be naked for this,” he said. There were others walking around nude, and if you’d
asked me a week before whether I’d want to be stark naked in a roomful of strangers getting spanked by a hot guy, I’d have
thought you were crazy, but the minute he said it, I knew I was in. I stripped down under his watchful gaze, inspired by knowing
that he wanted me bare.

Cozying up to the wood completely naked was even more exciting. The wood caressed my wrists and ankles as Chad hovered over
me, fastening me to the cross with fur-lined cuffs. His first action after I’d been securely tied was to run his fingers lightly
along my spine. I was expecting him to whack me hard, but instead he teased me by skimming his hand down the length of my
body, even tickling my feet.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Caroline?” he asked. The way he kept saying my name made me totally wet, and I nodded vigorously.
“Say it,” he barked.