Am I a Cougar?

Henry was shirtless in his backyard when I arrived home that evening. I leaned against the car and watched him shoveling grass into a pile to make way for his new garden. I put the groceries away before I carried my gift of champagne over to him. My stomach was turning nervous flips as I admired the sweat dripping from his hair and down his sculpted back. I couldn't believe I had sex with him a few hours earlier. He noticed me before I could greet him. He smiled and quickly wiped the sweat off his face as I approached.

"Hey, Natalie. What's that?"

"It's my favorite champagne. I wanted you to have a bottle as a housewarming gift."

"Oh, wow, thank you," he smiled and took it from me. "I would absolutely love to share this with you over charcuterie this evening."

"Okay, I'm up for that," I nodded.

"Excellent. I'll stick it in an ice bath before I wash up. Come on in. I'll give you a tour."

I followed Henry into his modern ranch-style home. It was a lot of house for a young bachelor. The furniture was a bit sparse in some areas, but he assured me more would arrive in the next few weeks. The floor was a mix of golden hardwood that transitioned to attractive marble tile in the kitchen and bathrooms. His kitchen was fancier than mine, making me think I needed to do some remodeling.

"I love your home, Henry. It suits you. What's in that room at the end of the hall?" I asked as we stepped into the kitchen.

"Uh, it's a special gym," he grinned as he stuck the champagne in an ice bath.

"What makes a gym special?"

He bit his lip to suppress a chuckle as he set a thirty-minute chill timer on his phone.

"I'm not going to tell you because I don't want to chase you off."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and he smiled like a mischievous devil.

"I'm a big girl, Henry. I think I can handle it."

"Really? Okay. You can go explore it while I get cleaned up. You're also welcome to join me in the shower."

He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss, sending my heart rate up again. He tasted salty after sweating in the yard all afternoon. He retreated to the master suite to get cleaned up, leaving me free to explore his "special" gym. I honestly didn't know what to expect as I walked to the end of the back hall and pulled the door open. My jaw dropped as I looked around the bizarre room. The first thing I saw was the deep red walls covered in velvety wallpaper. So much red was a shock to the senses. The ceiling was high enough to support a gold chandelier. The floor was cushioned with dense foam mats. The windows were blacked out with heavy red drapes trimmed in gold.

The equipment in the room confused me. There was a cushioned black table that looked like a torture wrack. It was shaped like a person's body so that their arms and legs could be strapped down by leather restraints and adjusted to expose a person's sensitive areas. There was an impressive collection of clamps and various pinching devices hanging from silver chains under the table. My mind wasn't perverted enough to realize what they were for. To the right of the table was a swing with manacles attached to it that hung from the ceiling. The back wall held more chains and manacles for willing or unwilling users. A simple black ottoman sat to the left of the torture table. It was big enough for two people to lie on it together. I was ready to leave the room at that point and question Henry about it, but an attractive oak cabinet caught my attention. I stepped over to it and pulled the double doors open, and my jaw dropped again. It held shelves upon shelves of sex toys and fancy lubricants. There were vibrators, realistic dildos, fleshlights, buttplugs, whips, thick ropes, handcuffs, and some other things I couldn't identify. I quickly closed it and retreated. The room was a sex dungeon, and I didn't know how to react to it.

I stood in the kitchen with my heart pounding and my body tingling. I didn't understand why my body was aroused by what I saw. Janet often joked about building a room like that, so I knew they existed, but I never wanted to try one. Henry had opened up a world of pleasure to me that day. I knew he wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to do, but discovering his kinks made me feel out of touch again. I huffed under my breath and marched into the master suite to talk to him about it. He was standing in his fancy tiled shower with his hair full of suds. I admired his cute ass for a moment. His body never ceased to arouse me. He caught me staring when he turned to rinse his hair.

"Hey, did you discover anything interesting?" he grinned.

I smiled in embarrassment and stepped into the bathroom. It was twice as big as my favorite bathroom back home.

"I'm not sure what to call it, but 'interesting' fits," I nodded.

He chuckled and threw his wet hair back. It was a good look for him.

"You didn't run out of the house in terror or disgust, so I assume dinner is still happening. Would you like to join me in the shower for a bit? We still have plenty of time to play before the champagne is chilled."

I watched as he grasped his erection and stroked it, encouraging its stiffness. My body tingled as I watched it double in size. He knew how to tempt me. I smiled and unbuttoned my summer dress. Henry's eyes followed my hands down my breasts and stomach. Then I pushed my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My lacy black bra and panties quickly went into the pile before I stepped over to the shower.

"This is the best housewarming party ever," he smiled and pulled me into the water with him.

Our wet bodies pressed together as we kissed. Henry squeezed my ass, letting his erection poke my clit. I shuddered from the sensation. I spread my legs so his cock could slide between them. He grinned and thrust between my thighs, tickling my sensitive skin with the top of his shaft. It was absurdly arousing.

"So, did you see anything in the gym that sparked your interest?"

I smiled and shook my head.

"That torture table was interesting, but I don't think I want to try it."

"I call it the 'torment' table. I understand if it freaked you out. Not everyone is into BDSM."

"How did you get into it?"

"My first girlfriend was kinky. She got me into it with manacles and whips. I introduced my second girlfriend to it. She turned out to be a masochist and took it too seriously. She made it her personality. I think she's a dominatrix now. I do it for fun and kinks. I don't need it to get aroused. You do that for me," he whispered and kissed me again.

He reached down and pressed the top of his shaft against my pussy. I gasped when he stroked me with it. I moaned as he massaged my slippery juices onto his cock.

"Henry, how does one discover if they like BDSM?"

"It's different for everybody. Some like to be tied up and teased. Some enjoy tying others up and teasing them. Some like to be intimidated, and some actually like a little pain with their pleasure. I enjoyed it enough to build a pleasure gym."

"Which part did you enjoy, exactly?"

"I think my favorite part is restraining and teasing someone else. I like watching them enjoy it."

"Can you do that without the gym?"

He looked at me and smiled like a devil again. Then he pressed his cock harder against my pussy, making me twitch.

"Do you want to experiment a little?"

I gulped and nodded, hoping I wouldn't regret it. Things worked out great the last time I let my horny side make decisions. I was enjoying living on the edge for a change.

"Okay. I'm going to dominate you a little and see how you like it. Tell me to stop if you're not enjoying it. A lot of this is about trust and simply finding pleasure. I won't do anything intense without your permission."

I nodded right before he grabbed my arm, turned me around, and forced me against the wall. I gasped as my breasts squished against the cold tiles. He chuckled as he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass back, exposing my pussy to his cock. He guided his tip against my soaked inlet as his hand went around my throat. I gasped again when he squeezed my windpipe. It didn't hurt. It was just startling to be manhandled for the first time in my life.

"Are you okay?" he whispered against my ear.

I gulped and nodded. He was massaging his tip into my slippery opening, teasing to penetrate me, and I was suddenly ridiculously horny. He entered me with a powerful thrust, jarring me against the cold tiles and hitting deep in my abdomen. I made a pathetic noise of ecstasy to announce my approval.

"Very good," he hummed as he held himself inside me.

I ached from the thick intrusion. It was insanely arousing. Henry released my throat and pulled my shoulders back until I was leaning against his chest. He picked up my arms and placed my hands against the wall, encouraging me to brace myself. I was expecting him to pound me like a madman at that point, but he kept himself steady, leaving me deliciously impaled. He trailed his hands up my sides and over my ribs, tickling me and arousing me more. Then he cupped my plump breasts in his palms and squeezed them. His hands were wonderfully hot. His left hand changed course and journeyed down my stomach and over my mound, searching for my sensitive bulb. When he found it, he gently swirled it, making me groan and tingle. As I enjoyed the massage, his other hand explored my right nipple. He tugged at the stiff peak, rolling it and pinching it. He did it harder and harder, learning its shape. Suddenly, he pinched it really hard, making me gasp. My inner muscles tightened on his cock as my body tingled wildly. The little shock of pain was thrilling.

"It felt like you enjoyed that," he whispered.

"I did."

"Let me take it further then."

His cock slid out of me a little, then he hesitated, leaving me anxious. Suddenly, he thrust hard inside me and pinched my nipple in the same instant. The double shock made me cry out as my body ached with tingles. My insides were literally throbbing with arousal. Henry hesitated again, gauging my reaction. I knew he felt my heart pounding and my pussy dripping. Then he finally gave me what I wanted. He fucked me like a wild man as he squeezed my breast and swirled my clit. I cried out and clutched at the wall as his hard meat ravished me. My arms were shaking as I pushed myself into his aggressive fucking. I was taking him deep and enjoying every hard inch. He worked me to orgasm in a matter of seconds. I gasped and groaned as I clawed at the wall, barely able to support myself as pleasure tore through me. Henry didn't relent until I was spent and trembling. Then he grunted and pushed deep, releasing a gush of hot semen inside me. I shuddered and twitched as I felt his pleasure literally pulsing through his cock. I'd never felt a man orgasm like that before. It was thrilling.

"Oh fuck, thank you," I groaned and leaned against his warm chest.

"You're welcome. That was really hot, and it was only a little taste of being dominated. Would you like a full taste before supper?"

"I think I would."

The champagne and charcuterie were forgotten as we dried off and walked naked to the pleasure gym. My stomach was turning nervous flips as we entered the red room. Henry smiled as he took my hand and led me over to the torment table. My arousal was growing as he helped me onto it. I lay down and spread my arms and legs so he could restrain me with the leather straps. Once I was unable to move, he reached under the table and retrieved a black leather rope. I watched as he carefully wrapped the rope around my breasts, lifting them into perfect balls. It was arousing to see them bound and protruding in all their sexy glory.

"Is that too tight?"

"No. The tension feels good. Do I need a safe word or something?"

"Just tell me to stop if you don't like what I'm doing. We're not role-playing. That's when you need a safe word. Some people enjoy begging for mercy, and real begging could get overlooked in that situation."

I nodded as Henry leaned down and flicked his tongue against my left nipple. The sharp sensation helped me understand where the word titillating came from. A drop of arousal escaped my opening as he teased me. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it.

"Mmm, I have an idea," he smiled and stepped out of the room.

I took a deep breath and waited patiently for his return. I didn't really have a choice at that point. He came back to the gym with the freshly chilled bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. He opened the bottle and filled the glasses, then he carried one over to me. He smiled as he carefully poured a stream of cold champagne over my swollen tits. I gasped from the temperature shock and squirmed against my bonds. Henry chuckled before he leaned down and sucked the sweet alcohol off my left nipple. I shuddered with arousal from the feel of his warm lips on my tit and cold liquid dripping between my breasts, down my stomach, and over my ribs. He poured more into the tight gully between my breasts. The table rested at an angle, allowing a puddle to form in the gully before it slowly dripped down my stomach. Henry drank from the little pool before returning to suck my nipples. He gently worked my hard pebbles between his teeth, making me squirm more.

"You and the champagne taste delicious. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am," I panted.

My heart was running a happy marathon from the teasing.

"Wonderful," he smiled.

I watched as he knelt beside the table and examined the various clamps swinging from a collection of silver chains. He selected a matching set of metal clips and held them up for me to see. They looked like tiny silver grippers at the end of jumper cables. I gulped as he carefully attached the first clamp to my left nipple, pinching it into a little red peak. The clamp felt icy against my hot skin. My pussy twitched with a horny ache as he applied the other clamp to my right nipple. It hurt just enough to be arousing instead of annoying. I moaned and squirmed against my bonds, wishing I had something in my pussy to relieve the throbbing ache. Henry's erection was taut and red as he enjoyed my erotic torment. He reached under the table and pulled a lever, causing the table to slowly level off. Then he clicked the lever a few more times, causing the table to tilt in the opposite direction. My head went down as my legs went up. The change in position sent more blood rushing into my upper body, causing my breasts and nipples to throb with my heartbeat.

"How is that? Still good?" Henry smiled.

"Very good," I nodded.

His thick erection was suddenly very close to my face, and I think that was the point. He straddled my head and pressed his penis into the wet spot between my tits just under the rope. He held my swollen red melons, being careful not to disturb the clamps, then he thrust between them. His cock slid in with ease, thanks to the slippery champagne. I groaned and squirmed as he proceeded to fuck my tits. They had never been more violated, and I fucking loved it. Henry's cock was raging hard. After a few seconds of thrusting, he extracted himself from the vice grip of my tits and stepped back, letting his angry meat hover over my face. I assumed he wanted to finish in my mouth, so I lifted my head and licked the underside of his tip, making his cock flex. He groaned and guided his tip into my mouth, and I sucked it like I was thirsty. My pussy throbbed as I enjoyed the salty precum dripping from his glans. He panted and twitched, getting closer to losing control. I was eager to swallow whatever he gave me, but he quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving me panting.

"That was too close. I'm not ready to give you my cum yet," he smiled.

Then he closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down before he accidentally exploded. The veins in his cock were throbbing with his pulse, I was dying to get it back in my mouth. I wanted it in my pussy even more. I was beyond impressed with Henry's restraint. If I were him, I would have cum in my mouth at that point. Better yet, I would have cum on my tits. I was surprised by my horny thoughts as I watched Henry regain control. He took a deep breath and smiled, then he retrieved the other glass of champagne and stepped between my legs. I could barely see what he was doing over my swollen melons. I felt him spread my legs wider, exposing my aching pussy to his face.

"Your cunt looks hot and hungry. It deserves a cool drink."

I gulped as I felt his fingertips touch my pussy lips and spread them open. I realized too late what he was doing and wasn't ready for it. Suddenly, icy cold champagne flooded my vagina, and I convulsed from the temperature shock.

"Oh fuck! Oh God!"

I whimpered and squirmed against my bonds, gasping to catch my breath. The icy rush almost made me orgasm as it poured inside me. I could feel it puddling against my cervix and overflowing from my swollen slit as Henry turned my vagina into a champagne flute.

"That's a cup fit for a king," he purred, then he plunged his tongue inside me.

I groaned with my eyes rolling back as he slurped the champagne from my pussy, using his tongue to lap against my vaginal walls as he drank from my fleshy vessel. My pleasure peaked, and I convulsed with orgasm. I shook and writhed against my bonds as pleasure stole my breath. I didn't know a person could be tormented with ecstasy, but there I was, screaming for more. Henry groaned as he licked me through the spasms, enjoying my juices as they mixed with the champagne. He stepped away a second later, leaving me in a euphoric haze. I heard a click and felt the table leveling off. Then Henry stood between my legs. His red cock hovered over my twitching pussy, ready for relief. I knew what was coming next, and I ached for it. He guided his hot tip into my drenched cunt, entering me slowly. My muscles hungrily squeezed his hard meat as he sank into me. I was eager for more punishment. I had never felt a sexual high before, but I was pretty sure I was in one.

"God, you feel good, Natalie," Henry groaned as he started pumping into me.

He squeezed my thighs and pounded my slippery tunnel with feverish need. His cock felt rock hard and angry for release. My tits were throbbing and shaking from his thrusts, adding to my sexual high. Euphoria hit me again. I cried out and squirmed as my pussy tightened on his cock. He groaned and pounded me through it. He was getting more excited with every thrust. Suddenly, he sank his nails into my thighs and plowed into my twitching cunt like a piston. My first orgasm rolled into another one, and I feared I would swoon from the ecstasy. Henry was panting as he watched me, enjoying my high. He let out a growl of a grunt as his body tensed. He gripped my thighs and shook with spasms as his cum burst inside me.

"Fuck yes," he panted as he shook again and again.

His cock flexed inside me, jumping with pleasure as his cum and champagne streamed out of me. I groaned and chuckled as my muscles tingled from the afterglow. The delicious waves had my skin crawling with pleasure and satisfaction. I had never felt anything like it.

"Wow. I've been converted. I like being dominated," I chuckled, making Henry chuckle too.

"Thanks for letting me do this with you. Your first time was wilder than mine."

"You're an excellent teacher."

"That is a huge compliment coming from you."

"You're welcome. Okay, my tits need freedom now."

Henry pulled out of me and freed me from the torment table. I was dizzy as I sat up and rubbed my sore tits. Henry had given them a workout. My body too. I had never experienced so many wild sensations so close together before. We collected the champagne and glasses before we relaxed together on the ottoman. I finally realized it was the designated recovery area. We filled our glasses and toasted to my first experience with BDSM.