October 2017 (continued)

Forbidden Fruit Newsletter
Do you have sex with the lights on?
A) Of course! Watching the show is half the fun
B) Sure, especially when someone's wearing something sexy
C) Sometimes, it feels hotter to me in low or no light
E) On? Off? I'll take it any way I can get it!
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Dr. Kat

A&E's Resident Sex Expert: Dr. Kat (continued)

Your questions answered Dr. Kat Van Kirk, an AASECT certified Sex Therapist and licensed Marriage Therapist. This month's question is…

Q&A: "Play on the Dark Side"

Dear Dr. Kat,

My boyfriend and I are celebrating our two year anniversary on Halloween. I'd really like to surprise him with something fun as a gift considering the season. Any ideas?

Thanks,
Ceciley

Dear Ceciley,

Ah, 'tis the season to enjoy a bit of the sexual "dark arts". But seriously, the Halloween season truly gives us all permission to get out of comfort zones while experimenting with fantasy play and maybe even a little bondage. And you don't have to feel overwhelmed, there is something out there for every person's level of interest and comfort. So, please peruse and see if something "bites" your fancy. I'm sure you and your boyfriend will have a fabulous Halloween anniversary. Congrats!

Start with some sexy lingerie:

Adam & Eve Sexy Sheer Babydoll

Portia Sleek Mini Dress

Move into some light bondage play:

A&E's Scarlet Submission Kit

This beginner game is a great place to start:

Kinky Bondage Game Set

Some accoutrements to up the orgasmic potential:

50 Shades of Grey Feel It Baby! Penis Ring

Sex & Mischief Satin Blindfold

Fifty Shades Darker Desire Explodes G-Spot Vibe

Cheers,

Dr. Kat

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Guilty Pleasures Continued

A Male Sex Slave Is Born

Let Mark tell you, in his own words, how he went from being a regular guy who watched football every weekend to becoming someone else, someone very, very different! -- The Editors

I am 6' 3", I weigh 200 pounds of firm muscle, and I own a real estate agency that employs eight people. To all outward appearances I'm a rugged, virile, 39 year-old male. When out with my wife, Kathie, a petite, delicate-featured blonde, we pass for a typical couple.

It would come as a shock to our friends and acquaintances if they were to enter our bedroom on any given weekend and discover Kathie perched on a canopied bed like a queen on her throne, while I run around half-naked serving her breakfast, drawing her bath, and catering to her every sexual whim. It would shock them even further to see Kathie dressed in her black leather dominatrix regalia, cracking her whip across my bare ass.

It's obvious from the merest perusal of "special services" ads placed on-line that I am not alone in my sexual proclivities; many men today enjoy being dominated by women. I first started having such fantasies 20 years ago. Back then I, like all my friends, began reading porn on-line and watching XXX DVDs. In most of them, women were submissive to men. The difference between my responses and those of my friends was that, while they seemed to get off on the movies and pictures as they were, in my mind I always put myself in the women's place, and would get excited and come imagining myself being sexually used. (I wondered if I was gay, but I had no desire to make love with men.)

I worried about my fantasies, thinking they signified deep psychological problems. I never shared them with anyone, and hoped one day they'd magically disappear. Perhaps to compensate, I started lifting weights, became an aggressive, successful businessman, and adopted a belligerent, macho personality. No one would ever suspect that beneath my Superman exterior beat the heart of a meek Clark Kent.

I married Kathie in my mid-twenties. We had a hot sex life, but little did Kathie know that when I was vigorously pumping my dick in and out of her pussy, behind my closed eyelids swam visions of her strapping me to the bedposts.

Some years ago, I spotted a website for professional dominatrixes. A few lines buried behind one of the links read, "I will whip you into submission and make you my willing slave. Text Dominique." So one afternoon, I stole away from my office and visited this "Dominique."

She wore a leather skirt, high-heeled boots, elbow-length gloves, and a halter with holes revealing her nipples. Her equipment included a whip, chains and nipple clamps. In a deep, gravelly voice she told me to put myself completely into her hands, which, despite my nervousness, I did. She tied me naked to a chair and gagged me. My cock stood up in rigid attention.

Dominique paced up and down in front of me, chain-smoking menthol cigarettes, calling me a "slut" and a "slave," every so often cracking her whip across my thighs and flicking her ashes on me. I panted with excitement, awed by her power and magnificence. Finally she untied my hands and let me jerk myself off while she stood in back of a chair, teasing my mouth with a ball-gag.

I visited Dominique secretly once a week for about two years. Sometimes she repeated her "cruel" treatment of our first visit; other times she dressed me in women's lingerie and tenderly carried me into bed where she made sweet love to me. As time went on, we began to talk, and Dominique became as much of a therapist as a sex worker.

She told me she had many customers, and that she believed men were drawn to her because they were tired of always having to be the aggressor in bed. It was true that my evenings with Dominique were a huge source of stress reduction for me, a chance to let go of all of my responsibilities. Our sessions seemed to be making me a better lover with Kathie, although I still played the traditional role with her in bed.

But I was troubled by the lie I was living, fearful and guilty lest my wife discover I was cheating on her. I discussed this with Dominique, who encouraged me to talk about my need to be dominated with my wife.

I finally decided to try and reveal my desires to Kathie. She was out one night, and I waited for her in bed. When she came in I watched her undress as she chatted to me about her day. She slipped off her blouse, revealing her full tits in a black lace bra, then removed the thin belt around her waist.

"Hold it," I said, watching her with admiration. "You look sooo sexy like that."

"I do?" she asked, looking at herself in the mirror.

I kicked off the covers, revealing my hard-on. "Oh baby," I said, "Take me. Do whatever you want with me."

Confused, but still incredibly hot, Kathie did what she always did -- got down on her knees and sucked my cock, letting her belt fall unused to the floor. I sighed, succumbing to her expert tongue and mouth, then followed her cues to fuck her, while she got to lie and enjoy the sensations.

The next time I saw Dominique, she ridiculed me for my naiveté when I complained about Kathie's lack of imagination. She explained that most women had no idea what to do with a passive man in bed, and that, further, all their lives they'd been trained to be passive. It would require, she said, not merely permission, but active encouragement, to bring out Kathie's buried aggressions -- for Dominique claimed that men and women alike had the potential for both passivity and aggression, and if given the opportunity would be able to explore either. She said I would have to talk to Kathie, and lay my cards out on the table.

It took a few more months, but finally I was able to broach the subject. One night after our lovemaking, I held Kathie in my arms and asked her if she ever had the urge to dominate me. She said she thought we had a pretty equal relationship and she liked it that way. I persisted, explaining I meant sexual domination. Finally I broke down, confessing everything -- all my fantasies and desires, my visits to Dominique.

Kathie was stunned and hurt that I'd been cheating on her. She slept in the living room that night. I was sure my marriage was over.

The next night I came home to find the house lit by candles, eerily silent. I wandered through the rooms looking for Kathie: she was nowhere in sight. I went into the bedroom and reached for the light switch.

"Don't you dare!" a voice hissed from the corner. In the dim light I saw a figure emerge from the shadows. She was clad in leather, even wearing a rubber hood over he head and face with openings for her eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Kathie?"

"Shut up!" she ordered, cracking a whip sharply on the wooden floor. "Take off your clothes."

I didn't know if she was playing or really seeking vengeance for my infidelity, but I was instantly excited. Quickly I stripped.

"Kneel," she ordered.

I got down on my knees and she snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists.

"You cheating, lying bastard," she swore. "You ungrateful little wimp. How dare you even look at another woman? Beg my forgiveness."

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, my cock swelling with every word. "Please forgive me."

"Please forgive me, DARLING," she ordered, cracking her whip across my ass.

"Please forgive me, darling," I moaned.

"Hah! Get up. Hurry up, on your feet, slave. Get into that bed."

I stumbled onto the bed.

"Turn over on your stomach," she commanded.

I obeyed. She lashed out with the whip, hitting me on my back and buttocks. With each crack I got more and more excited.

Pre-come was leaking from my cock; at the same time I was truly terrified. Kathie wasn't playing a role, as Dominique had with me, for money. Kathie was genuinely pissed off and angry, and I wondered if she'd do some real damage.

I heard her getting undressed. Then she rolled me onto my back, and, still wearing her hood, climbed on top of me. Then she grabbed my cock forcefully, jammed it up her wet pussy, and rode up and down on me, slapping my face, taking her own pleasure.

"Come on, you bastard, move those hips!"

I bucked inside her and my cock exploded at the same moment her inner walls palpitated in orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me, more intense than anything I'd experienced through my fantasies or with Dominique.

Kathie climbed off me, took off her hood and undid my handcuffs. "Is that how you like it?" she asked in her normal voice.

I couldn't speak. Gratefully, I embraced her and held her close. She began to weep, her tears falling on my chest. She told me she'd been devastated by my infidelity, and had gone to see Dominique to confront her. Dominique had calmed her down, and explained that I loved Kathie and only saw her in a professional capacity. She told her the rudiments of domination, assuring Kathie I was not a wild pervert -- and Kathie had taken it from there.

Kathie said she'd been surprised at how much she enjoyed humiliating me, mostly because it allowed her to vent her rage over what I'd done. But she also confessed that she'd enjoyed it on another level -- it had shown her a side of herself she hadn't known existed.

That night was only the start of our adventures. In the future, Kathie developed a complete repertoire, often surprising me with a variety of imaginative costumes and scenarios. Now, however, she maintained emotional control. Her domination of me was no longer a vengeful act, but a carefully orchestrated play in which I was her willing slave.

Sometimes we reverted to old-fashioned lovemaking, and occasionally reversed roles, with me dominating her. But she discovered that she really enjoyed being the dominant partner, and says that over the years our activities have changed her for the better -- that she is stronger and more self-confident as a result of having tapped into the aggressive side of her nature.

It's a Sunday afternoon. I've had a rough week wheeling and dealing. Most of my peers are lying back watching the football game while their wives bring in sandwiches and beer. But I'm preparing an elegant dinner which I'll serve my wife in her chambers. If I'm lucky, she'll allow me to dine with her. Then she'll force me to kneel and lick her asshole while she plays with her pussy. When I'm good and hard, she'll throw me onto the bed and fuck my brains out, while I lie back in utter submission, all the stress and tensions of the week melting away, grateful to be in the hands of a powerful woman whose willing slave I will forever be.

-- Mark G.

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