The pussy power
The warm Cabo sun felt beautiful on my skin, so friendly so relaxing, I could feel the stress of today melting away. The sound of the surf crashing on the beach below our villa balcony, so private, I love laying there naked. As I sip a glass of chilled wine, I try to go backward and recall the recent events.
My husband Trent and I arrived last night on our jet from Carmel; we always loved spending time at our villa here in Cabo. Two years ago, we met in Las Vegas while I was working as a dancer. I was twenty-eight, and he was seventy-one quite a difference, but we found we both enjoyed bondage and leather.
I always wanted a good life, and he wanted a trophy wife, so we married after a brief engagement. I moved from Vegas into the oceanfront home in Carmel, complete with cook, maid, and driver. I loved the pampering, not to say unlimited spending.
Life was beautiful, due to his age, our sex life was not the most satisfying, Viagra helped some but not enough to satisfy me. I found other ways of pleasure which sufficed.
We loved Cabo because we had no staff there and could act out our fantasies. It didn’t take much to satisfy him, and I enjoyed the leather.
On this trip, I was concerned because recently, I noticed he had been emailing other ladies interested in BDSM, which could threaten my security if they went too far. About a month ago, I had him wear a cock cage, and I kept the key on a chain around my neck. I loved to tease his balls with him being helpless watching as I masturbated.
Today after lunch on the lanai, I gave him a Viagra saying I would love to do a session in about an hour, and I have a surprise for you. He was so excited and took it immediately. We agreed to meet in the bedroom in an hour, and he left to prepare. I went to my bathroom and did my makeup, hair, and perfume.
I dressed slowly in by black leather corset, nylons, and thigh-high 7″ heel boots and shoulder-length black leather gloves. When I arrived in the master’s, he was dressed in leather and on his knees as my slave should be. I lifted his chin with my gloved hand, smiled, and bitch slapped him, saying stay there. I have a special surprise. I opened my suitcase and removed four handcuffs with tie extensions. I carefully attached them to each corner of the four-poster bed.
I told him to get up and lay on the bed on his back spread eagle. I carefully went to each corner, attaching the cuff to his hands and feet. I told him how pretty and of one more thing, removing a ball gag from my bag and placing it in his mouth. I told him I love the sight of a helpless male at my control.
I gently stroked his face and body with my gloved finger, and I felt so dominant over this poor male. I paid particular attention to his balls, stroking them lightly and watch his little dick trying to grow inside the cage.
Oh what special treat I have for my bitch slave today as I mounted him, I bent forward unlocking the lock to his cage and slide it off, he was moaning with pleasure trough the ball gag, and I laughed with amusement. His little dick was somewhat hard, so I reached over to the nightstand and got a cock ring, I slide it down his shaft and let it snap closed at the base of his shaft, I moved up and slipped his cock into my pussy. He was moaning loudly with pleasure, but the sound of the surf masked all. I began t ride it slowly, stopping to say it’s time for my surprise. I told him to close his eyes. I reached into my boot and removed the plastic bag I had prepared, I leaned forward his dick still inside me, raised his head slightly and slipped the bag over his head, as I pulled the drawstrings closed he opened his eyes in disbelief.
He was trying to yell, but the ball gag prevented that, he began thrashing around trying to free himself from the cuffs unsuccessfully, his breathing was rapid with the bag expanding and contracting with each breath. I laughed at all his thrashing, with his cock inside me, it stimulated my pussy. I told him, darling, I’m sorry to do this, but two years was enough, and I have to protect my future lifestyle, I thought this was the best way for you to go. I could see he was weakening, his breathing was not as rapid, and his thrashing had slowed. Darling, just enjoy my beautiful pussy around your little cock.
I continued to ride it slowly and watched his movements and breathing come to a halt. I reached up a slapped his face several times with no response. I continued to ride his cock admiring my bagged trophy; I became so excited I climaxed. I withdrew and stood by the bedside, as I removed the cock ring from his shaft; it immediately went limp. I was pretty sure he was dead but didn’t want to take a chance, so I strolled over to my vanity the sound of my heels clicking on the marble floor was so sexy. As I opened my vanity drawer I saw my chrome-plated 9mm, and I had it there loaded in case my bag idea didn’t work, I would then say he attacked me during a quarrel, and I had to defend myself. I took the gun out and walked over to the full-length mirror, looking at myself holding the shinny 9mm in my black leather-gloved hand, so sexy in my leather and boots.
Returning to the vanity, I put it away and fixed my hair, makeup, and lipstick. I poured a glass of wine and walked towards the lanai, as I pasted the bed I sipped some wine and did not see any signs of movement, I made sure the drawstrings were still tight, I thought males are so easy as I looked at him motionless with his limp cock, oh well I relaxed in the lounger with my wine for about fifteen minutes.
On the way back into the bedroom I removed his hands and feet from the cuffs, they were limp, I removed them from the bed and took off the bag and ball gag running my gloved finger across his lips while I smiled.
I then changed and called the police, they arrived about an hour later, I told them we were having sex, and he just died. They said there was no evidence of foul play and probably suffered a heart attack due to his age. They removed him to a local funeral home. The next day I received a certificate of death indicating a heart attack, I instructed the funeral home to cremate him immediately as I was leaving for California and mail me the ashes.
I then laid out on the lanai for some sun as this story started; after a month back in Carmel, I sold the house and his business and, along with insurance, was able to deposit 26 million in my account. I still have the bag and 9mm for future use, and pussy power is terrific.
