The First Image: A man is shown suspended from the ceiling by straps which support him behind his shoulders, waist and knees. They hold his legs in the air and spread wide. A woman wearing a strap-on dildo wields a small lash, ready to strike the man’s inner thighs or some other sensitive anatomical feature in their vicinity. The Dream: Pam and I are in a hotel room, where we have come to act out fantasies in which we share a lustful fascination. I have brought some long silk scarves. Pam has brought an elaborate strap-on dildo arrangement. It features large, flexible, clear plastic plugs to go into her anus and vagina; a small, red vibrating device on the front; and a long, somewhat-cock-shaped, flexible device that fits onto the vibrator. It has a small, probe-like end about two inches long, which then tapers to a large flange, shaped rather like the head of a penis. Behind that is a shaft about six inches long and easily an inch in diameter, if not bigger. It is spellbinding and exciting, but intimidating, too.

Pam’s fantasy is to be the woman in the image. We agree on rules under which I – the submissive – am bound only loosely, able to escape at any time, restrained more by fascination than by force. There is no way to suspend me from the ceiling, so we work out a way to bind me to the bed.

We begin by fitting the dildo to Pam. I tell her to bend over. I am charmed by the view of her inviting anus and shaved pussy, its lips thin and tightly closed, concealing their treasures. Lubrication seems to be a good idea, so I squeeze some K-Y jelly onto a fingertip and slowly, gently run it around the rim of her anus. A chuckle comes from her, impossible to interpret. I add another glob of jelly to my finger and place it right at the center of her puckered orifice. She twitches, probably from the cold jelly, and I push my finger inside her, turning it from left to right as I go, spreading the lubrication deep inside and eliciting a low moan, almost a grunt, from Pam.

Slowly, I begin to insert the soft plug into Pam’s ass. As it enters her it widens. She giggles, “That’s far enough.” I grunt, “No it isn’t. It has to go in all the way.” I push harder and the full diameter of its shoulder disappears into her hole. Passing her sphincters, it is sucked in all the way. Next comes the larger plug for her vagina. I ask her to spread her legs farther, which she does. Again I admire her fine, round behind.

In no haste, I reach between her legs, running the open palm of my hand the length of her slit, front to back. She chuckles. I reach between her legs again, this time drawing my index finger along her vulva, inside. She twitches as my finger passes over her clitoris, and again as it slides over the sensitive flesh between vulva and anus. I spread her moist pussy lips with my fingers, taking in the delightful sight of her engorged clitoris peeking from its hood and the wet entrance to her promising cunt. I begin to insert the plug. She twists and wriggles, but chuckles each time I brush my fingers across her clit, not by accident. The plug slides into place.

Pam now puts on the dildo harness, which will hold the two plugs firmly inside her and, apparently, vibrate them as well as the dildo when it is turned on. She presses the clear, rather jelly-like dildo onto the red vibrator and spreads her arms in a show-off pose. “Tah-dah,” she croons.

Now it’s my turn. “Where do you want me?” I ask. “Umm – on the bed, of course.” I ask how she wants me positioned. “This is your fantasy,” I remind her.

Taking two of the scarves, Pam ties my wrists loosely to the headboard posts, then gets two more, knotting one behind each knee, pulling my legs upward and outward as she ties each scarf to a post. My legs now are held up and wide apart, my asshole, cock and balls exposed for her to do with as she wishes. My behind is right at the bottom edge of the bed. It is humiliating to be exposed in such an intimate way, but curiously exciting at the same time.

She begins by dribbling a little K-Y jelly on her index finger, which she then rubs lightly around the rim of my anus, making me jump. As I had done to her, she places her finger right in the center of my hole, which tightens automatically. “Relax it,” she growls, slapping me on the ass. I do, at least somewhat, and her finger drives into me. She moves it in and out slowly, twisting it and feeling the anal muscles, which again contract tightly. It feels good and I say so.

She then plunges her finger deeper into my rectum. As it touches my prostate, my cock, which has been erect but lying on my belly, jumps – for joy? We both laugh and she does it again. So does my cock. We laugh again as she repeats the trick several more times. By now there is a string of nature’s lubricant dripping from the tip of my performing pecker. Pam bends the thing toward her and licks its tip. “Whew!” I gasp, my hips thrusting upward.

“OK,” she says. “Now we’re going to do it. You ready?” I’m not sure I am, but I nod yes anyway.

Pam approaches a little gingerly, I think. She studies the situation for a moment, then turns on the strap-on vibrator. “Ooooh!” she exclaims, standing bolt upright as it resonates inside her orifices. I laugh, but when she pushes the slim tip of the dildo against the center of my anus I, too, say “ooooh!” It is a totally new sensation to me, tickling and stimulating and unlike anything in my previous sexual experience.

She pushes the dildo’s long snout into me and the sensations increase. “You OK with this?” she asks. “Yep. Don’t know if

I’ll say the same when that big head starts poking me.” She nods. “Well, you’re about to find out.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Pam presses the big plastic dong into my anus. It starts to hurt as its head flares exponentially. I tense and again she slaps my ass. “I told you to relax it!” I do, although not easily, and she begins the pressure again, unyielding this time in her dominatrix role. Wider, wider it opens me, then its head slips beyond my anal ring, pressing into my rectum. Suddenly, and quite audibly, it is inside. Pam thrusts and its big head shoves against my prostate.

Naturally my pecker jumps again, and this time Pam takes it in her hand. As she slowly slides the dildo in and out, just as slowly she runs her fingers over the tip of my penis, around the super-sensitive rim, down the shaft, then back again. She knows exactly how to stroke me for maximum pleasure and, at the same time, maximum – nearly unbearable – delay of ejaculation. As I approach climax and my penis swells in her hand, she eases off, not starting her subtle, knowing stroking again until my urgency subsides.

“Whew!” I exclaim, my hips sinking back to the bed. “I’ll…uhhh…bet you…uhhhh…could…could…uhhhhhh…make that last an hour.”

“Some other time. I promise. Not today.” With that, she increases the speed of her pumping, both with the dildo and with her hand. This time she doesn’t pause or even slow down. The sensations are almost unbearably thrilling, intoxicating, exhilarating, but painful as well. I try to hold back, but it is impossible to resist Pam’s talented fingers stroking my hugely engorged penis, along with the massive thing massaging my prostate.

Wham!

Bam! Thank you, Pam! Jizz spurts from me like a fountain, high in the air, a tremendous outpouring, jetting over and over until I think there can be nothing left, then spewing still more. I haven’t seen anything like it since I was an over- sexed teen-ager. “Not bad for an old man,” Pam smirks, continuing to thrust the dildo relentlessly.

Finally it stops. Pam’s hand ceases moving but she leaves the still-vibrating dildo in me. It has been vibrating inside her, too, and I realize that she has been on the brink of orgasm for almost as long as I have. Now she stops holding back, letting nature have its way with her. “Ahhhhhh!” she cries, her hips thrusting in urgent response to the sensations that have taken control of her vagina and rectum and, especially, her clitoris. “Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” She climaxes over and over again. The big dildo slides in and out of me with every new orgasmic thrill as she heaves and pants and shivers.

Then it is over. Pam and I both are drained, literally and figuratively. In a slow, deliberate slide she pulls the dildo from me and helps me from my bindings. With shaking hands, she removes her harness and slowly withdraws its plugs from her bottom and vagina. There is something so feminine and sensual about the way she accomplishes this simple maneuver that I feel another sudden rush of arousal as I watch, fascinated.

Afterward, we lie on the bed, hearts still beating fast, holding one another tightly as our excitement slowly gives way to relaxation and rest.