I don’t know why she comes, we have never discussed it. The only thing that is ever obvious is that she is in control of the game. Whenever that rule is broken she simply leaves and the game is over. The game has only ever ended before time on two occasions and the lessons were learned very quickly.

We had been friends for some months before the first time and it was still a shock when it happened. I was not ready to engage her on that level, not realising she was. She appeared at my door in a loose fitting summer dress and obviously nothing else, she was tantalising to say the least and I was ill prepared.

It was not much more than a glass of red wine and a couple of cigarettes later that she was clutching the bars of the brass bed and screaming into the pillow. She enjoyed that day enough to come back a week later with her own brand of wine. That was the day it really began in earnest, the experiments and the curiosity. That was the first day I slapped her buttocks with one hand while I held her hip firmly with the other as she yelped and begged me to stop. Yet still she held me inside her and moved against me so I could penetrate her more deeply.

She enjoys the illusion of being controlled, of being forced and bound, She likes the feeling of being tied and made to perform for me. Of course, it is an illusion and it is she who is in charge and I am never to forget that, I am only happy to be a part of her enjoyment. It is her fantasy to be made to do this, her pleasure comes from the abandonment of all the pressure and responsibility. She is here, allowed to experiment and to be someone she can never be in her normal life. My reward comes later, after the ropes and the candle wax and the cuffs are done with. The thing I crave the most she gives me in ample amounts.

In the meanwhile, she wants to be tied to the bed and slapped and pinched. She loves to see my teeth about her nipples and to see my lips on her clitoris. She loves watch me eat her and I am told to hold her thighs firmly while I do it, to force her against my mouth. She loves to see me tease her swollen clitoris and squeals with anticipation if I delay it long enough. Her wrists tied and her mouth gagged, she can do nothing to make it happen faster.

She insists on being able to watch while we fuck, so she can see herself being penetrated. We never use cameras or any kind of recording equipment, we must be discrete at all times outside these walls. We must have mirrors at all the proper angles if we are not facing each other so she can see the act in detail. The more deeply I sink into her, the more tightly she squeezes me in return. The harder I pound into her, the harder she pushes back at me. When I slap her buttocks or her breasts, she yelps and throws herself about, all the while demanding more, calling "yes, yes, yes". She will drive against me hard and fast untill I match her and then over power her, this is how she instructs me. I am to treat her like a whore, to use her as if I am an unfeeling brute bent only on my own pleasure and all the while it is hers that is heightened. While she is in the submissive pose, prone on the bed or bent over the coffee table, tied to the posts or pressed against a wall, it is she who controls the moment.     

When we are joined again and she is above me, her hands on my shoulders, her knees at my sides, she sits astride me and grinds herself into me while all the while her face is above mine. I hold her hips and move her off the bed but I am never allowed to hold her so hard that I leave marks on her, her husband is a man to notice these things at least. While she is climbing her ladder to ecstasy her long, dark hair falls around her face and forms an enclosure between us. Between her and me there is nothing outside of this dark veil, just us in all the universe. In that moment when we are both at the end, when we have climbed all we are going to and the universe outside the veil of her hair glows and disappears, she looks at me and we are eye to eye, nose to nose and we are breathing together; There is my reward. In that perfect moment when we are bound together in free will and lust, when she is mine to enjoy and I can fully have her.

I wait untill the next time.