Letters to Penthouse XXXII (2 page)

I recently discovered that my girlfriend, Helen, had some feather boas hidden away in the back of her closet. I discovered
them by accident, and these fluffy little accessories actually helped propel our sex life from good to spectacular.

The evening of my revelation, she was rushing around to get ready for a charity fundraiser and asked me to fetch a dress from
her closet. While inside, I came across a fluffy, soft mass of feathers. I took her
black dress off the hanger and picked up a thin lilac boa. As it grazed my arm, my mind raced with the erotic possibilities.
What if, instead of just draping these ticklish feathers around her neck, I used them to tie her up and tease her? I already
knew she was ticklish from accidentally brushing against certain sensitive spots while in bed and figured that sensation could
be heightened while she was restrained.

I kept this observation to myself for the moment, though my hard cock might have given my dirty thoughts away if Helen had
been paying any attention to me. She was so busy putting the finishing touches on her makeup, however, that she barely noticed
the wicked look on my face. It wasn’t until we were on the way home, stopped at a red light, that I took the end of her lilac
boa and brushed it lightly under her arm. She laughed loudly, slapping at the feathers. “That tickles!” When I brushed it
under her chin, she laughed and used both hands to swat at me. “What are you doing?”

“Just having a little fun. I can’t believe you had all those boas in your closet and never showed them to me. I want to use
them when we get home,” I said, letting go and stepping on the gas.

“Use them? You mean you want to wear my boas?” Helen asked with a confused look on her face. The suggestion made me laugh,
and I hurried to elaborate, while still keeping my plans secret.

“No, not use them on me, use them on you. You’ll
see,” was all I said as I purposely ignored her, which I knew would only make my inquisitive girl even more curious. She can
be very stubborn when she doesn’t get what she wants, and my not fully explaining my comment had her mind racing. I could
tell from the way she kept blowing her bangs up out of her eyes that she was really frustrated. She fiddled with her seatbelt
and kept looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

Then her gaze flitted down to my lap, where my cock was swelling in my pants. She didn’t say anything else, figuring that
in this case, it was best to hold off. We were almost home, and the thought of twisting those feathered boas around her wrists
and watching her squirm got me going all over again. I felt hornier than I could ever remember being and practically shoved
her into the house. “Go take out your entire boa collection,” I told her. Helen opened her mouth to question me, but then
closed it. She knew she’d find out my plans sooner by doing my bidding.

When I got upstairs a few minutes later, I found her lying across the bed and surrounded by a multicolored pile of beautiful
boas. She had her hands above her head and her eyes closed, with her legs spread enough so that I could see her panties beneath
her dress. “Stay right there,” I said, my dick hardening even more as I approached her. She looked up at me, her eyelashes
fluttering as she did her best to stay still. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I said, not giving anything away just
yet.

Then I lifted her dress over her head, my cock jerking as she struggled to get out of it. Finally, she was loose. She sat
up slightly and reached behind herself to undo her bra. After she removed it, I took both her hands and raised them back above
her head. “I told you to stay where you were, Helen.” I took the purple boa and knotted it around her wrists.

Helen moaned as soon as she realized what I was doing. “That’s right—I’m going to tie you up with your own boas and then tickle
you with their feathers until you’re begging to be fucked. I’m going to torment you—in a good way,” I teased. I reached my
hand between her legs as she wiggled against her new bonds. Even though the boas certainly weren’t made with bondage in mind,
they did their job well. I rubbed my fingers against her panty-covered cunt while she tested her bonds. Her pussy got wetter
and wetter the more she struggled against the ticklish knots.

“You like it, don’t you? You like being at my mercy, knowing that I can take one of these pretty boas,” I said, trailing the
end of a hot-pink boa along her neck, then down into her armpit, “and tease you with it. Before I fuck you, I’m going to run
these feathers along your thighs and pussy until you beg me for my cock.”

“Hmm,” was all Helen could come up with as I slipped off her panties, so that all she was “wearing” was the purple boa.

“I think you need a little more decoration,” I said, taking a fluffy black boa and wrapping it around and
over her breasts. I grabbed another boa and rubbed their feathers along her skin. She giggled when I passed over her stomach,
then gasped when I let the pile of plumes brush against the wetness between her spread legs. I dropped most of them back onto
the bed, then held the end of one boa in my hand and brought it down to her sole. She playfully kicked out at me, and I captured
her foot in my hand. “There’ll be none of that, my sweet, unless you want me to tie your ankles together, too,” I warned her,
noting the shudder that passed through Helen’s gorgeous body as my words filled her ears.

I teased her by wrapping one boa around her ankle, but then she eagerly spread her legs. Her pussy looked beautiful, as if
it were beckoning me, and my cock was throbbing so hard, I let go of her legs.

I positioned my face at the entrance to her cunt, smiling as I inhaled her scent. She raised her bound wrists above her head,
then let them drop, while her knees opened wider to reveal even more of her pussy lips. I lapped at her sex, savoring that
first taste of her delicious cream. I held on to her hips, pushing my tongue even deeper into her wet, warm hole. Helen was
squirming as her pussy welcomed me in. She slithered against me as she arched her hips upward. I cupped her ass cheeks and
feasted on her cunt until she was on the brink of orgasm. Normally, her hands would be running all over my head, tangling
in my hair and kneading the back of my neck, but now they
couldn’t, thanks to my boa knotwork. I found her helplessness incredibly exciting.

When I could tell she was on the brink of climax, I pulled back. “Dennis,” she wailed, trying to draw me back in. I stood
up, making like I was about to leave, though I could never leave her when she looked so tempting. Instead, I did a slow striptease,
making sure my dick hovered very close to her.

“See something you like?” I asked as I took off my shirt and pants, then finally removed my boxers. She whimpered, licking
her lips and spreading her legs wide open. I covered her body with mine, threading my fingers through hers as the boa tickled
my wrists as well. I let my hard cock rub against her pussy lips, teasing her, while the weight of my body effectively pinned
her to the bed. She curled her fingers against mine, while trying to force me inside, but I spent a few delicious minutes
savoring the feeling of her sleek slit as it welcomed my hard shaft, before I simply couldn’t resist. I shoved my cock inside
her cunt, kissing Helen’s soft lips as I did. I rubbed her wrist with one of my thumbs, sliding it beneath the ticklish boa.
She wiggled her hips incessantly, forcing my cock even deeper inside her as she writhed.

I relished the power I had over Helen, slamming my cock deep inside her as I teased her bound breasts with the ends of the
boas. I lifted my head, moving it so I could suck on one nipple while pinching the other through a layer of feathers. Then
I rose so I could
survey my sexy girlfriend in all her feathered, immobilized glory. “You could have gotten me to tie you up much sooner if
you’d showed me your boa stash,” I told her, taunting her with the feathers as I brushed them against her neck.

She arched her head back, thrusting her hips as she did, which sent my cock burrowing deep inside her. I stopped talking and
started fucking her as hard as I could, feeling my cockhead meeting her cervix with each thrust while her head and bound arms
flopped back against the bed. I looked on as she curled and opened her fingers, vainly tugging against her bonds. “From now
on, every time you wear any of these boas, you’re going to think about my cock and about the way you feel right now. In fact,
I predict these boas aren’t going to have much of a life outside of our bedroom,” I told her as I crashed down against her,
spurting my load into her hole as I imagined her walking down the street, her cheeks blushing a furious red as a boa tickled
her neck and made her pussy tingle. I pulled out, then shoved three fingers into her cunt. She came with only a few thrusts
of my fingers, crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her.

I discovered another plus to using her feathered accessories for bondage—they didn’t leave any marks. Our boa bondage would
be our little secret, but one that ensured that the mere mention of a feather would be enough to send us scurrying to the
bedroom. I plan to investigate what else is lurking in Helen’s closet
very soon. Who needs fancy sex toys when you can have kinky fun without spending a penny?

—Mr. Dennis L., Detroit, Michigan
     

“Mistress Megan, I’ll do anything you want me to. I’m at your service and want to worship you with my tongue—and my cock.
I will clean your house naked and let you order me around. I will let you shackle me to the bed and have your way with me.
Anything to please you. Your slave, Jeff.”

I sent the email to my mistress, then looked at the time and realized I was running late. I closed my laptop, then scrambled
to get dressed before kissing my wife, Vivian, good-bye as I hurriedly left the house. On my drive in to work, my cock hardened
as I thought about all the devilish things I’d promised my mistress I’d do for her when we finally met in person. I love my
wife, don’t get me wrong, and we have great sex, but I couldn’t really picture her doing the things my online dominant told
me she wanted to do to me.

I liked having each of them in my life, each fulfilling a different purpose, and I have to admit that having a naughty little
secret also filled me with some glee. My e-mail exchanges with my mistress had opened my
mind to the possibilities of submission, which I was eager to explore in real life. After a month of steamy chatting, in which
I told her all the ways I wanted to pleasure her, I was eager to meet her in person. I thought it would be too uppity of me
to ask for all the things I wanted, like her shackling me to the bed, spanking me with her bare hand, and telling me precisely
when and how I could jerk off, but from her bossy written tone, I knew she shared my fantasies. We arranged to meet at a local
bar, and in the days leading up to our encounter, I was so horny I could barely contain myself. I masturbated in the shower,
picturing Mistress Megan pinching my nipples, tying up my cock, and controlling me in every way.

Finally, the day I would meet my own personal goddess arrived. My cock was hard all day from thinking about serving her. But
when I got to the bar, I got the surprise of my life—not only was the gorgeous Mistress Megan waiting for me, but so was Vivian!
I stood there with my jaw hanging open. While I panicked over being caught, part of me was turned on by seeing the two hottest
women in my life in the same room. Both stood when I entered, crossing their arms in front of their chests. Mistress Megan
was even taller and more imposing than I had expected her to be. She was more than a head taller than Vivian, and clad all
in black, with pointy, tall heels, bright red lipstick, and long, black hair. She looked much like the photo I’d seen of her,
but managed to make me even more nervous
and aroused than she ever had in our online game playing.

“What’s going on?” I asked, since neither of them seemed inclined to say a word.

“Why don’t you tell us?” Vivian asked, stepping closer. I couldn’t decipher the look on her face—she might have been angry,
or amused, or aroused—or perhaps all three.

“I… well… I guess you’ve met Megan,” I said to Vivian, trying to look contrite even as my cock started tenting my pants.

“So, submitting to a woman turns you on?” she said, her eyes traveling down to my erection, before she stepped closer and
lightly ran her fingers over my cock. I didn’t care about all the people who might be watching; my only concern was what the
two women in front of me thought. “Yes, you’re right. I’ve not only met Megan, but I’ve read all your correspondence. In fact,
she and I have figured out just what you need to do to repent for straying from me.”

Her fingers ran up from my crotch to my neck and under my chin. Her touch electrified me and made me look at my beloved wife
in a completely new way—maybe she wasn’t so far in temperament from my mistress, after all! She turned me so I was facing
away from her, then grabbed me by my shirt collar. I heard the clack of heels on the floor and then Mistress Megan was behind
me, too, grabbing my ass as the two
imposing women pushed me forward. I was about to get the kind of treatment all submissive men long for.