A few weeks ago I received a call from an old friend I had not seen for many years. Fiona had heard on the grapevine that my wife and I had split and called to give support. We had had a brief fling some years ago when Fiona was still single but had lost touch since she married.At the time I had turned her on by telling her stories of my sex life with my wife who loved to tie and tease me and be quite hard on my cock and balls. What I didn't know was that she had taken on this roll with her husband and become far more adventurous than my wife was. After talking for a while and catching up with each others lives we started to remember our time together and the risque jokes started. She said to me that knowing how much I liked sex my balls must be like basketballs not having had any for so long. I told her she was right and that my wrist was getting a serious case of RSI. After talking for ages we agreed to meet up for a drink for old time sake which we did a couple of days later. I of course was hoping that I might get a sympathy shag but was realistic enough not to get my hopes up too much. The reality turned out to be far more than even I could have hoped for. When she arrived I was surprised to see Fiona dressed very soberly in a severe business suit with a tight jacket and white blouse and knee length skirt as in the past she had always been quite a colourful and flamboyant dresser. We laughed and joked for a while and the conversation turned to my sex life or rather the lack of it and she teased me saying my right arm now looked much bigger than my left so I decided to try it on and asked if there was anything she could do to help. Her face then took on a very stern look as she said to me that she was not sure that I would be able to cope with the new Fiona. When I asked her what she meant she told me that my tales of my sex life with my ex wife had influenced her to look for a submissive man and that she had found one in her husband and since we had last met she had become a very different person in the bedroom. Of course I said that I could cope with anything she could come up with. She then looked me straight in the eye and said "OK if you think you can, lets go back to your place but understand this. From the moment we walk through the door I am in complete control and you will do exactly as I say, if you don't you will be very very sorry-deal?" I couldn't believe that I actually stammered my reply of "Y Yes." Such was her presence and aura of control. We arrived back at my house and she reached into the back of her car and took out a large shopping bag from one of those big chain stores. When I asked what was so valuable she had to take it into the house she sharply said "none of your business just get in the house and get me a glass of wine." When I returned from the kitchen with her wine she was sitting in a large armchair having closed the curtains and put on a couple of lamps. Things then began to move much faster as she barked one and two word commands at me. "Stand in the middle of the room and face me." This I did. "Strip." Which I did. It was an unbelievable feeling. Here I was standing naked before a woman I had not seen for years with a throbbing hard on and my heart pumping ten to the dozen. "Now" she said "I would like to see some masturbation" Feeling hornier by the second I reached down and took hold of my cock and started to stroke my shaft up and down. "Harder" she said "work that cock properly" I really went at it and realised that in no time I would come from this. She let me go on until my groans and, I imagine, my facial expression told her that I was on the very brink of shooting and then yelled at me to stop and put my hands behind my back. I did this and found that I have never felt so vulnerable in my whole life as I stood there naked with my cock pointing skyward and twitching like mad in a vain attempt to come. She then told me to move toward her and stand straight in front of her with my hands behind my back which I did. She was now looking at me with a very determined look on her face as she reached out with her right hand and took hold of my balls in a way that left me in no doubt who was in control of this situation. Her grip was vice like and I almost cried out as she applied an unbelievable amount of pressure to them. Keeping the pressure on my balls she reached out with her other hand and took hold of my cock which she bent completely forward so that the head was pointing at the floor. Of course my natural reaction to this was to lean forward to ease the pressure but I sooned leaned back as she increased the pressure on my balls and said "stand up straight and keep quiet or I will crush your balls like grapes" This certainly was a new Fiona and one that turned me on more than any woman I had ever met. She continued to work over my cock and balls for some time watching my reaction very carefully and then said "when I let go of you, you will turn around and stand with your legs three feet apart and bend from the waist to touch your toes" I did this and found to my amazement that I felt even more vulnerable than previously with my cock,balls, and now ass as well, completely accessible to her.Looking back through my legs I could see that she had reached into her bag at the side of the chair and taken out a bottle of something which she had taken the top off and set on the small table at her side and was now reaching back into the bag. When her hand re-emerged it was holding a vicious looking butt plug about five inches in length and god knows how thick. I started to move uncomfortably at the sight of this but soon stopped when she threatened to go back to work even harder on my balls if I wasn't still. Having drizzled some liquid from the bottle on to the plug she again took hold of my balls and I felt the butt plug at my ass. As she started to push the plug into me i naturally tried to move away but the brilliance of the position she had me in was immediately obvious when her hand tightened and puled back on my balls. It was a perfect catch22 as I could not move forward or stand up as the pain in my balls automatically increased and yet the pain of the plug was also unreal.She continued to push and twist the plug and after a while it went past the point of no return and was locked firmly in my ass. I was in so much pain I was worried about passing out but at the same time I was hornier than ever before in my life. During the insertion of the plug I had lost my hard on and so now she started to wank me ferociously while still keeping the pressure on my balls. After a while my cock was up again and I was told to lay down on my back in the middle of the room. Once I was in position Fiona stood and walked over to me and took up a position standing over me with her legs either side of my head. The view was tremendous. Looking up I could see that she was wearing hold up stockings and beautiful wide legged French knickers. Lifting up her skirt to her waist she sank to her knees over me and I could smell that gorgeous scent of an excited woman. I could not wait to feast on that gorgeous pussy but she had other things in mind. She reached down and with one hand pulled her knickers and one cheek of her ass to the side and with her other hand pulled her other cheek apart and lowered her gorgeous ass to my waiting tongue. I have always enjoyed rimming a woman but to be forced to lay there with a butt plug deep in my ass,my cock rock hard and be smothered by this gorgeous ass was a truly wonderful experience. She stayed there for a long, long time enjoying my tongue forcing in and out of her ass and making little mewing noises and gradually getting more and more excited until suddenly she moved herself backwards slightly and my tongue was right on her clit. I sucked her clit into my mouth and really worked on it with my tongue so that in no time she was crying out in a frenzied orgasm and collapsing over me almost suffocating me. When she finally recovered her composure she stood and smoothed down her skirt then moved back to her chair. She took a sip of her wine then looked down at me and said"I did not give you permission to make me come and for that you are going to be punished" With that she reached down into her bag and produced a riding crop. What came next will be in the next instalment.