The Queening

If someone had asked me four years ago, when I was a very active Chess Candidate Master, what Queening meant, I would have automatically said that it was when a pawn (lowest ranking chess piece) reached the eight rank of the board and is promoted to another chess piece, usually a Queen (highest ranking chess piece). It is a rare achievement in chess tournaments.Ask me that question now and I would have a completely different answer to give ? depending on who you were and your age, I would say something along the lines of ?Queening is a sadomasochistic fetish, involving the use of the male face, mouth, nose and tongue, in sexually satisfying a dominant woman. It places the man in a slavish, subservient position, under the woman?s buttocks and crotch. She sits on his face, or has his head trapped between her thighs. The whole event is devoted to her pleasure, her orgasms, and her time schedule. The man?s pleasure or pain, satisfaction or frustration, desires or fears are of little importance, if any. The woman?s clitoris, vulva, labia and vagina demand service.? I came by this knowledge in 2017, and for it, I am deeply grateful to Ian and his wife Maria.2017 was a very good year for me on the Chess tournament circuit. In January I did very well at the Hastings International Chess Congress. From there I flew over to Wijk aan Zee in Holland and was among the prize winners in the Tata Steel Chess Tournament. After that came the FIDE Grand Prix in Sharjah in February. Once again I was among the prize winners. May saw me in Moscow for another FIDE Grand Prix and then in June, I was in Minsk for the European Championships. July saw me in Geneva for another FIDE Grand Prix and then I took a break until November, where I flew out to Palma de Mallorca for the last FIDE Grand Prix of the year. Though I never actually won any tournaments, the prize money I received gave me a bumper year financially.It was during the break that I met Ian and Maria. To cut a long story short, I moved into a semi-detached farm cottage and became a neighbour*of theirs. I had wanted to get out of the city for a long time. Not only had a relationship ended but I felt claustrophobic there. My finances were healthy, and I was able to sell up and move into the country. I wanted a rural life. I wanted greenery around me and peace and quiet. I was sick of concrete and noise. A friend warned me that I would miss sex in the city (not the television series!) but I was soon to discover that there is sex in the countryside too.As the removal people arrived with my possessions, Maria introduced herself. She was pretty, slim and in her mid-thirties. almanbahis şikayet She wore a thin woollen top that accentuated her breasts and denim jeans that hugged her shapely bottom and shapely legs. She gave me an erection, thinking about mating with her. That evening she insisted that I join them for dinner; she also called me over for breakfast next morning, and later that day they both helped with the unpacking.It was when we came to unpacking the boxes with my chess paraphernalia that things changed. Ian saw my chess boards and told me that there was a chess club in the next village and that he was the team captain. He invited me to join. Maria laughed as she lifted a couple of trophies out of a box.?Darling, I think you?re a bit out of your depth there,? she said. ?Copenhagen Open 2015. Chicago Open 2014.?Ian dropped what he was doing and rushed over to look at them. ?Bloody hell, we have a Grandmaster with us,? he said.?Not that good yet,? I corrected. ?Just a Master.?Maria smiled. ?A Master, hey. I?ve always wanted a master!?I smiled at her, knowing exactly where she was coming from. She helped me put away my trophies in the large wall cabinet, during which, she told me that she married Ian because he was clever. ?Give me a man with brains, any day,? she told me, looking directly into my eyes, and giving me another erection. Maria glanced down, noticed it, and smiled. I knew from that moment that I would be fucking her soon.How soon, I didn?t realize until she took me into the village to show me around and get some shopping. Pulling into the car park she turned to me and told me that she and Ian had an open marriage. ?Ian? how shall I put it? is not a very big man,? she said looking at my groin.?I see,? I croaked.?But he?s a wonderful husband? apart from that.?There were a few moments of awkward silence, then she spoke. ?So, if you want to practice any mating? well?? she responded.It had been a few weeks since I had sex last and my erection hurt in my trousers. Maria noticed it and her hand rested on my thigh. ?Your move,? she said softly.I looked around, not knowing what to say or do. ?I usually send Ian off into the spare bedroom,? she told me. ?Unless you prefer your place??I cleared my throat. ?Ian doesn?t mind??Her hand rose a little higher. She shook her head. ?He gets off on it.??He gets off on someone else fucking you???You?ve never heard of the term cuckold???Yes of course. A wife cheating on her husband.??But this kind is consensual and it?s not cheating.??I see.??I?ve already told him that I will probably end up fucking you,? she informed. ?That?s if almanbahis canlı casino you?re into women.??Oh, I?m definitely into women!??We have a lock on the bedroom door if you?re worried about privacy. Although he will never come in unless called.?I sighed. All this was new to me.?He will sometimes stand outside the door and listen though but that?s as far as it goes.??Well, you learn something new every day,? I told her.?If it bothers you I can always come to your bed. I don?t mind.??What do you prefer???I prefer to get fucked in my own bed,? she answered. ?It?s a four-poster. Very romantic and you can draw*the curtains around it.?I smiled. ?Sounds good.??So, that?s settled then,? she said as she leant over, kissed, and groped me. ?Dinner, bed and breakfast.?I was speechless.?Oh, one more thing,? she said, ?have you heard of queening???Of course. I?m a chess player.?She laughed. ?No, I don?t mean pawn promotion.?I was puzzled. ?You?ve got me there,? I shrugged.?I?ll explain later,? she told me as she got out of the car.I followed her around the store like a puppy. Filling my own trolley with things I needed, while she did likewise. When we got to the pharmacy aisle she picked up a box of condoms. She smiled when she saw the expression on my face. ?It?s okay, they?re not for you. They?re for Ian? not unless you want to use them as well??I shook my head as I felt another erection coming on. ?Good,? she said quietly. ?I personally, don?t like them. I prefer? well, you know. I?m sure that you?re not a sloppy seconds man either, are you??I smiled, still in a state of disbelief. I was not entirely unfamiliar with propositions ? the Chess Circuit does have its followers, not on a level of the music industry, of course, but it does attract. I still had fond memories of Ksenia, a hotel receptionist in Minsk, who warmed and perfumed my bed every night of my stay there. She was a delightful fuck. However, Maria was something else and in a different league. This wasn?t some passing fling. She was my neighbour and not only that, but she also had a compliant husband.After helping me put away my shopping, she kissed me. It was long and passionate, with our hands getting to know each other?s bodies through our clothing. After a while, Maria dropped to her knees and I just stood there helplessly as she unzipped my trousers and extracted my erection. I groaned as her lips folded around the tip of my cock. ?Hmmm, you taste good,? she said with a smile. ?And you are big too,? she added before getting to her feet. ?Dinner will be at 7:30.?I watched in amazement as she walked away.*******I was on almanbahis casino her doorstep at 7:15, with bottles of red and white wine in my hands. Maria opened the door and greeted me with a kiss and a grope, taking advantage of my inability to fend her off. She took me through to the kitchen where Ian was busy at the cooker. Wearing an apron and holding a large wooden spoon over a pan of soup he smiled and said hello. ?It?s tomato and basil soup for starters and Chilli con Carne for dinner,? Maria told me, relieving me of the bottles of wine.?Sounds good.??How long have we got, darling?? she asked Ian.He told her ten minutes.?I?ll take Richard upstairs and show him round,? she told him as she took my hand.Ian smiled and it had me wondering what was it about cuckolds that made them want other men to fuck their wives. Maria took me straight up to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I stood looking at the four-poster bed. It was imposing and yet inviting. ?This will be our bed tonight,? she said putting her arm through mine. I felt my cock stiffening. Maria noticed and reached down. ?I can ask Ian to hold dinner, if you want, until later?? she said giving me a squeeze.I wanted to. I wanted to fuck her there and then, but I shook my head. ?No, we?ll have dinner first,? I told her as my eye caught the contraption against the wall at the side of the bed.?That?s a queening chair,? Maria informed as she guided me closer.?It looks more like a commode.?She laughed. ?Yes, I suppose it does, but the seat is much too low for a commode.?I realised it was as she stepped closer and sat down on it. I was still puzzled by it. ?The space underneath is enough for someone to lie underneath it,? she said.I began to picture it as she got up and took my arm. ?Let me show you.? Maria guided me down onto the floor and onto my back. ?That?s it. Push yourself all the way under it.?The penny was beginning to drop as she guided one of my arms to the side of the chair. ?For added effect, the arms are held by restraints,? she said as she began to fasten a leather cuff to my wrist.Moments later both my arms were restrained. I looked up and all I could see was a large round hole and the ceiling beyond that. Suddenly Maria was blocking my view as she squatted over the seat to lower herself down. Moments later her swollen pussy lips were pressed against my face.?You understand now, do you?? she asked as she began to grind her wet labia lips against my*face.I couldn?t speak but I could smell and taste as her foot rubbed against my bulge. I groaned and pushed my tongue inside her, eliciting a soft moan from her mouth. I could also feel her clitty against the bridge of my nose and I was taken back to my time with Ksenia in Minsk. She liked to face-sit me.We spent a few minutes together until Ian tapped lightly on the bedroom door. ?Dinner is about to start,? he shouted.