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would do in that situation. I stuck my tongue inside her, and sucked up everything that I deposited, pushing my tongue in and out of her until I got it all. But, then I kept going and she climaxed again.
    "Oh, yesssssssss." Her legs pointed to the ceiling in her blissful state and her hair was whiplashing the pillow under her head until her eyes shot wide open and she fell back, breathing heavy and covered in a fine sheen of sex sweat. "You...went above and beyond on that...one and, if you can surprise me like that every time, then I think this is the start of something special."
    Yep, the 60's sure did change the sexual revolution and now she was calling all the shots and I couldn't have been happier. I lay in bed that night wondering what else she would make me do and I looked forward to finding out.

Command Performance
    by Wilson
     
    I had always been a straight-laced kind of guy but I married a woman who was a little outside of the box. She found ways to introduce me to other aspects of sex that I'd never been shown before.
    When I married the woman of my dreams, I had no idea just what I was getting into, nor how far she would be able to make me go in the bedroom. I thought she was just my trophy wife, being that I was a well-known doctor...but I was about to find out just how very wrong I was.
    It started off with just normal sex between the two of us. Then, she started to add little things to the mix that she said would make the experience more meaningful and pleasurable for the both of us.
    Laura had come from a family of hippies and her mother and father were always talking about sex around the dinner table like it was a common occurrence, and didn't seem at all unusual. That in and of itself took a little getting used to and, the first time her mother asked me if I was giving her daughter the orgasms that she deserved, I almost spit my drink right out of my mouth. They were just so open and honest about their sexuality while I was the exact opposite. My parents never discussed sex with me and I had to find out about it on my own.
    Anyway, it started out slowly with Laura adding these special touches to our adult evenings, like with sensual oils that warmed to the touch, and I had to admit that I liked it, even though I had never experienced anything like it before.
    "Honey, you are so buttoned up and you grew up not knowing how to delve deeper into your sexuality. I think you should always strive to learn something different about yourself. These oils are the first part of a long line of lessons that I plan to teach you over the course of our marriage."
    "I don't know. I just don't think I would be comfortable doing something that I wasn't completely ready to try."
    "Hmmm, did I say that you had any choice in the matter?" That first time that her voice changed, and she displayed a more dominant attitude, took me back a bit, but also made me harder than I had ever been. This, of course, didn't go unnoticed and she only smiled when she saw my reaction to her change of demeanor.
    After dinner one night, she said she was going upstairs to get into something a little more comfortable. I figured that she was going to get into a frilly nightgown, and come down and join me on the couch to watch a little TV.
    "You are mine tonight, and will do whatever I say without question." I turned at the sound of her voice and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My wife was wearing black, shiny pants and a red leather bustier that overflowed with her D-cup breasts. She was also holding a whip in the palm of her hand.
    "Come with me, right now." For some unknown reason, I found her forcefulness very attractive and alluring, so much so that I followed her up the stairs without questioning her motives.
    "Strip."
    There was only one word spoken but it was one word that basically slapped me in the face, and made me get undressed until I was lying back on the bed and she was attaching a collar to my neck, and soft handcuffs to my wrists,