Alan was sex personified. He had twinkly eyes that led to the bedroom every time, and a tongue that a lizard would be proud of. He knew where the clitoris, the G-spot and places Debbie had never knew existed were. He knew when she wanted to be fucked, when she wanted to be held, and when it was was time to fetch the hot water bottle and chocolate, give her a massage then slowly finger fuck her till her cramps were gone.

Alan got on well with her friends, always picked up his socks, and Debbie's mother thought he was cute in a foppish Hugh Grant kind of way.

She'd moved into his house six months ago, and they'd been the happiest of her life. They'd had sex in every position imaginable in every room of the house (and most of the surrounding area), and then they had hit a problem like the Titanic hit an iceberg.

The worst was that it was so embarrassing that Debbie couldn't even tell her best friend. She and Sally had shared everything from ten, all the ridiculous changes of puberty, bemoaning the lack of breasts an the start of menstruation (surely if you have to get all the pain you should get bigger boobs too?). The first time they'd kissed a boy, the getting over Billy sticking his tongue straight down their throats in a game of spin of bottle, and then pracitising french kissing with each other until they decided they liked it (but preferred it with boys). All the discussion over how far they should go, and laughing when Sally gave up her virginity at the first chance to a married man. Later in life, swapping sex tricks (it was Sally who had taught Debbie how to deep throat), comparing men and techniques, turning disasters into stories to make each other laugh.

But this couldn't be made funny.

Debbie had thought that she and Alan shared everything, for God's sake, they didn't even lock the bathroom door! She had told him all her fantasies, had told him how she had kissed Sally when younger, and let him encouarge her to kiss a woman at a club one night. She'd told him she was turned on by the idea of taking it further, and he'd told her his fantasy of watching her having sex with another woman, of wanting to see her lick her out while he fucked her from behind. He'd told her how he wanted to try anal sex, and although she was unsure, she'd been drunk and lying on the bed butt in the air when he came home on his birthday. He'd been tender (leading her to suspect that he had actually done it before) and she got into it as he slowly stroked her clit as he gently pushed inside her, until she was pounding against him, and he was fucking her hard, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure, talking dirty, telling her how much he enjoyed it, until they both came hard and shaking.

So why hadn't he told her he loved domination?

She knew he had porn and had respected his privacy, but she had never expected this, this shrine to domination. She'd been cleaning the cupboard in the spare room when she found it, the books, the magazines, the pile of videos......

It wasn't the fact that he had loads of bondage porn, she could have understand that. It wasn't hard core (though she didn't dare watch the videos), and the pictures of the man in the dog collar licking up the woman's thighs was kind of horny...

But how could he not tell her about such an important fantasy? She'd told him everything, so why keep this from her?

She quickly flicked through her diary, and confirmed her fears; they hadn't had sex in almost a month! She'd put it down to Alan being tired after starting his new job, but what if it were more than that?

She sighed, determined not to get upset. If what he wanted most was a no-nonsense woman who would dominate him, perhaps it was time she gave him the opportunity to look for that woman.

How could she be with someone who was obsessed with the complete opposite of her? Okay, she wasn't exactly inhibited, and had definitely grown more experimental since she and Alan had been together, but she was by no stretch of the imagination a dominatrix.

It was time for drastic action. This included dyeing and cutting her hair, she'd been growing it so long it hurt, but blonde curls were more virginal dairy maid than new image. Then it was shopping, into all those shops she'd never dared venture inside before (she even blushed buying condoms), buying a new outfit and some toys.

Then she packed her bags. She didn't want to leave, still loved Alan, but didn't want to be in a relationship where there were secrets.

Drastic action meant going with a bang, and leaving Alan whimpering.

When Alan came home the first thing he noticed was the suitcase, and he sank into the sofa as if all the air had suddenly gone from his body. The second thing he saw was Debbie, now with a short dark bob, and for some reason dressed in a long coat.

Alan's brain struggled for a moment, confused by the fact that Debbie seemed to be leaving him, and even more confused that she'd dyed and cut her hair first.

Debbie looked at him, trying not to notice how his hair fell across his face, fighting the urge to brush it back and kiss him.

"I like your hair," he said, still hoping that he'd got it wrong, maybe she'd packed their things to take him away for a dirty weekend.

There was no response, and Alan's hope slowly shrivelled.

"What's going on?" Alan asked, looking more like Hugh Grant as he became more flustered. Next he'd be swearing in a posh accent.

"I found your little shrine."

"It isn't what you think," he started, and she wondered how long it would take for him to get around to It didn't mean anything and I was thinking of you at the time.

Debbie cut him off by licking her lips slowly, and undoing the coat. underneath she was wearing a tight black corset, stockings, and thigh and length boots. She smiled as his face collapsed.

"I don't want to know," she told him, refusing to let this relationship that she had thought was so specialto be reduced into tired old clichés. "Now stand up." Alan frowned, Debbie was being so bossy it was turning him on.

"But I need to explain something-"

"So me being dressed like this does nothing for you?" she asked, running her hands up and down her body, watching as his eyes followed them.

There was no denial, and she smiled as he swallowed hard.

"I thought not."

The sight of Alan rendered insensible by lust sent a rush of power to her head, and a rush of excitment to her clit, making her suddenly soaking wt. Debbie was shocked to find that she liked this feeling.

"Come upstairs," she ordered, and was surprised that he managed without tripping over his tongue, and she wished that she'd had the courage to try something like this out before now, when it was too late.

Debbie gestured for him to lie down and he did, not questioning why they'd be having sex when Debbie's cases were packed.

Debbie straddled him, and kissed his neck. Alan turned his head to try and kiss her on the mouth, but she pulled away quickly. She bit his neck teasingly, sometimes soft, then harder, smiling as he winced but didn't ask her to stop. His breathing was getting heavier as she stuck her tongue in his ear, swirling softly, then biting the lobe harder. This time he groaned loudly.

Debbie suddenly grabbed his wrists, and pinned them roughly above him as she lowered her lips to his. He tried to kiss her again, and she jerked away, then returned to trail her lips over his, pulling away every time he moved. Then she licked his lips slwoly, smiling as he writhed beneath her, pushing his hardness against her desperately.

"Don't move," she ordered as she released his hands momnetarily to pull off his top. "Good boy," she told him as he stayed perfectly still, rewarding him with a kiss, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth, then pulling away again.

She kised over his chest, softly teasing the nipples, then biting hard as he moaned with excitement. Slowly she kissed her way down his body, occasionally tesing him with her teeth, then opened his trousers. He was rock hard and already leaking pre-cum, and she held him, using her thumb to rub the pre-cum around the glistening head, smiling as he writhed around. She lowered her head to replace hand thumb with tongue, swirling around his tip and probing his slit asshe tased more salty cum. Alan reached for her breasts, and she slapped his hand away, hard.

"You can't touch," she commanded, grabbing the handcuffs from her bedside drawer. Alan's eye lit up as she cuffed first one hand to the bedpost, then the other. He was helpless now, breathing hard as he anticipated what was coming.

"Please Debs, please," he moaned, and she slapped his face softly. He looked shocked, and she threw back her head, laughing hard.

"Please Debs, please," she mimicked, then leant closer, licking his ear as she whispered, "No."

Debbie pulled at her corset roughly, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and as she leant forward to drag them across his lips, knowing he coulddo nothing about it, she felt an electric current pass from her nipples to her clit. From his breathing she knew how desperate he was, and although she was horny as hell and wanted her cock inside her, she wanted to prove her point more.

She stood to peel off her soaked thong, then lowered herself above his face, so she could feel his hard hot breathing n her most private parts. He strained to lick her, and for a moment she let him, then pulled away, leaving him gasping.

She sat on his chest, right up by his face so that he could see everything she was doing. She opened her legs wide, and began to wank, slowly drawing her fingers over her clit, then pushing them deep inside her.

"God," Alan moaned, and this time she didn't chastise him, but gave him more of a show as she began playing with her breasts, cupping them then piching her nipples hard. She could feel herself getting wetter, knew her juices were pooling on her chest, and he started wriggling around, trying to move her further down his body, wanting to push his cock inside her. This time she slapped his face harder.

"Stop," she told him, and he did. Her hand went back to her cunt, opening her lips wide so he could see how wet she was. She rubber her fingers over her clit, then as the tension grew used the heel of her hand to rub herself harder and harder.

"Please," Alan moaned, and this time she ignored him, and slid two fingers, then three fingers deep inside, stretching herself as she desperately rubbed her clit with her thumb. Then she was coming, and coming hard, bucking as her cunt clenched tight around her fingers and her clit made her body convulse with pleasure.

She lay back, leaving legs wide open still in front of his mouth, recovering as she watched him strain himself, still trying to lick her.

Debbie sat up and let him lick her fingers clean. Then she stood, and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up.

"Debs?"

She ignored him as she returned, opening her wardrobe and picking out more suitable clothes, smiling as Alan pulled desperately at the cuffsm unable to escape.

"Alan, I love you, but I won't be with someone who keeps things from me."

She kissed him hard, drowning out his protests.

"But Debs, I had all that stuff when I was a randy teenager, I couldn't imagine doing stuff to a woman then, but could just abou cope with the thought of her doing stuff to me." He smiled sheepishly, blushing badly. "I just have't got round to throwing it out."

Debbie was moritfied, feeling guilty that she would leave him without waiting for an explanation.

"I'm so sorry," she said, rushing to unlock the cuffs.

"No, leave them on. Just let me show you how much I've grown up!"

Debbie straddled him and kissed him quickly, the adrenaline rushing around her body as their tongues met. He slipped inside her, and it was so much better to have his thick hard cock than just her fingers. She ground herself against him, still sensitive from before, then drew up her knees to give him deeper penetration, lifting her body up and down off his cock as she felt him drive all the way in. Alan tried to speed it up, but she kept the pace deep and slow, feeling him filling her as his pubic bone ground against her clit, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand it much longer. She leant forward, dragging her nipples across his lips again, but not pulling away now as he pulled them inside his mouth, swirling his tongue across them, nibbling softly, then biting hard. It felt so good to be in control, and the thought sent her over the edge moaning as the waves engulfed her. Alan moved desperately beneath her, and then came, almost as loudly as she had.

"I'm so sorry," she started later, but Alan interrupted.

"No, I should have thrown it all away years ago, then you would never have got the wrong idea. Although I'm kind of glad you did." He stroked her hair, glad the cuffs were off now. "And I love your hair like this, you look so sexy!"

Debbie laughed, amazed at how well it had worked out.

"So," she said with a huge grin. "Is it my turn to have my fantasies fulfilled?"

"No way!" Alan replied, grinning at her. "That was only my teenage fantasy, now you have to start on my more adults ones!"