Chuckling to himself, 

He looked around their apartment.  His mind was working in devious ways as his gaze traveled lazily across the room, taking in and appreciating its contents one by one.

Deep emerald greens of the forest and fiery ruby reds of a mountain sunset were woven into blankets, pillows and rugs carefully placed among cherished furnishings.  He looked left.  Over to his most prized possession.  His favorite piece of art attached securely to the wall in a spread-eagle X.

She was blindfolded.  Glistening beads of desire sparkled between her legs and the dancing light of the fire shimmered across her naked body.

He rose from the overstuffed leather chair and strode across the room to his life partner.

“Are you alright, pet?”  The inquiry was as gentle as his fingers running along her throat.

“Yes, Sir,” she declared, drawing her bottom lip between pearly teeth.  Her chest heaved, silently calling for a touch.

The Dominant Man obliged His submissive woman’s mute request with a quick tweak of both her nipples.  Listening to her contented sighs, he unlocked the shackles surrounding her wrists and ankles.

“We are going to try out the new coffee table today, pet.  I have something special in mind for you.”  He guided her, still blindfolded across the room to the sturdy wooden piece positioned between the sofa and the fireplace.

Walking without sight was nothing new to her, she was used to having her eyes cloaked.  It was merely one of the oddities of their relationship that had become routine in the decade they shared together.  It heightened every single sensation she felt, and she loved it.

But, the recently acquired piece of furniture placed innocently in the room, was indeed something new.  It contained innocuous drawers stealthily hiding not so virtuous toys.

He settled her ass dead center on the table and as he removed her eye covering, she came nose to tip with the head of his cock.

With a dramatic flourish, he tossed the blindfold over his shoulder.  “Today’s lesson will be …” 

The exaggerated pause was delivered as perfectly as a practiced game show host. 

“… learning how to swallow!”

She rolled her eyes as if this was nothing new.  “Sir… do You really …”

“Now, pet… if you insist on talking, I shall have to gag you.  But, I know you enjoy that too.  So… what to do… what to do…”  He tapped his lips in mock contemplation.

He loved to tease her.  Knew it wound her up.  She was so easy to provoke and he enjoyed the game tremendously.

Bending down, he pulled one of the coffee table drawers open and drew out a ring gag and a leather hood.   Her eyes widened with surprise and curiosity.

“Open up.”   Placing the ring in her mouth, he secured the straps at the back of her head.  Her teeth were now locked open by the circle of steel and saliva flowed almost immediately down her chin.  “Very nice, slut.  You know how I love it when you drool for me.  So sexy.”

Next came the hood and she was once again shrouded in darkness.   Her senses were on fire.

He pulled the lacing at the back of the hood very carefully, almost methodically.  It was important to him to have it skin tight on her head.  To mold the supple leather to her face.  For him, seeing her like this was an incredible turn on.

Her skin was soft as satin as he lay her on the coffee table and ran his hands up her calves and into the V between her thighs.  He could hear tiny gurgles in her throat as she gulped down her saliva.  And he asked again… “Are you alright, slut?  Are you learning how to swallow now?”  She nodded her head.  “Good girl.”

Goosebumps raised her flesh like dimples on a basketball when he flicked her clit.  Another game he loved to play.  The back and forth and the volley of power was an innate craving for him.  And she played along … so … well.

Pulling open more custom drawers, he extracted black leather cuffs attached to steel chains anchored inside.  Spreading her legs wide and placing stiletto clad feet firmly on the floor, he cuffed her ankles.  With a slight pull, like on a seatbelt, the chains retracted into the drawers and held her legs tightly in place.

He did the same with her arms.  Positioning them down the sides of the table and applying the cuffs.  “Are you comfortable, slut?”  She nodded again. 

“Good.  Because, along with learning to swallow properly today, you will also learn endurance.  And by the way… you look delicious lying there.  Like a feast.  Fit for a King.”

Bending over her, he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking until it responded with a firm acknowledgment of peaked flesh.  “Such a good girl,” he murmured as he reached for the one not captive in his lips.  His cock hardened, solid as granite.

Sitting back on his haunches, he watched the soft rise of her chest as she breathed through the mouth opening of the hood, her tongue pushing at the circle pinioning her jaw.  He observed her forced swallows to control the flow of saliva and it pleased him greatly.  She was performing this task very well.

But his mental admiration was cut short as his erection pulsed desperately.  It demanded some business of its own be taken care of… now.

Crawling over her body, he poised his cock above her ring spread lips.  His face hovering a skinny inch from her pussy.

“Quid pro quo, My little slut.  My tongue for yours.”

Her neck stretched in vain as she sought what was suspended above her.  Throbbing desires fueled her search.  His breath on her clit drove her wild and she raised her hips trying to get closer to the source.

When two fingers replaced the humid warmth, she thrashed against her restraints, angry at the abandonment of anticipated pleasure.

A strap tightened across her forehead, locking her to the table.  “Now your freedom is gone, pet.  Your tongue is the only implement.  How will you please me now, slut?  How??  You get no tongue of Mine until I feel satisfaction from yours.  I don’t care if you end up lying there all day!”

The game is technical.  The excitement immense.  He enjoys her frustration, teasing her with his cock, allowing her tongue only a tiny taste.  And he laughs at her apparent annoyance at having to stop her efforts to consistently swallow her saliva.

The abrupt thrust of his tongue into her slit takes her by surprise.  And the simultaneous rough push of his penis into the ring between her teeth nearly chokes her.

The back of her throat closes in an effort to thwart off the onslaught of his flesh.  Her gag reflex kicks in and her chest heaves convulsively.  She snots and snorts through the only available hole, her nose.

Then suddenly and without warning, the full throw of an orgasm consumes her.  Under his tongue and under His control, she releases with fury, cunt clenching as rhythmically as a heartbeat.

Finally past the breathless choking and the fireworks absorbed in her core, her mind sharpens and she presses her tongue to the cock in her mouth.  She relaxes her neck and takes his strokes as raw nerve endings open for her Sir.  He thrusts hard and pumps his climax down her throat.

This time, the exertion of swallowing is effortless.

Removing himself from her, the Dom pants into her ear.  “Well, my little slut … I will let you breathe now.  It seems you have learned the lesson for the day …  quite well.”

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Banshee

2 ounces 99 Bananas Liqueur

1 ounce Crème de Cacao

1 ounce Half and Half

Fill a cocktail shaker with ice.  Add the liquid ingredients.  Shake until frothy.  Strain into a chilled wine glass.

Enjoy!

*** Mmmmmm… creamy chocolate bananas…! ***

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