BDSM Sex Stories

A Better Master

2009-06-30T02:00:00.000-07:00

How many times over the years had He made use of my ass, either with His own thick cock or with one of the anal toys in the collection? i could never begin to count, but i would guess that it would be over one hundred times during the first two years of marriage, plus perhaps another fifty times while dating and while engaged.

Without question, He loved filling my ass. Just the thought of something entering where typically things only exit made that single act thrilling. The natural tightness of the sphincter and the required time and care in pressing it open to slip something past it to snake deep into my bowels required far more intimacy than if He were to slide into my mouth or into my pussy. Anal play or anal sex inherently forced things to progress slowly so that my body would not be damaged. And while i certainly enjoyed feeling so full of Him in such a forbidden place in the body, while i took great pride and received great psychological pleasure in yielding even this to His control and His usage, i suspected that, at least physically, His pleasure was likely greater.

So i was extremely surprised when one evening, as i sat in His lap and luxuriated in how He was touching me both through and around my scant clothing, He made a request of me:

"Would you be willing to top Me for an evening?"

i blinked several times as i tried to convince myself that i had just indeed heard my Master request the unthinkable. "Um... sure?"

"Specifically, would you be willing to take My ass?"

Instantly, i thought of the first time He had used the anal beads with me. He had taken His time, explaining things to me, thoroughly lubing both me and the beads, sliding them into me slowly and with great care, then gently using the beads to make love to my ass while His free hand gently rubbed my clitoris. i had already known that He had gained some experience with anal play with a college girlfriend, so inherently He had given me the benefit of that experience, so why He suddenly wanted me to do to Him what He had done to me so often was almost baffling.

"Why, Sir?" i finally asked.

He smiled. "Because I realized earlier today that perhaps I could make such experiences for you even better if I had a true understanding of what it's like to be the one being filled," He admitted.

That made sense. Friends at the club who were switches or who had previously been submissives before becoming Dominants had mentioned on more than a few occasions that being on the receiving end of activities had helped to hone the skills for being on the giving end of activities. Yet my Master had never previously made any indications of wanting to switch roles, not even temporarily.

Then again, there is an apt cliché for this situation: There's a first time for everything.

"Sure," i responded more affirmatively. "And after this, perhaps i can be a better sub for You, Sir."

*****

That Saturday evening, i took the phone off the hook and turned off both cell phones. i filled the bedroom with as many of the scented tea light candles as i could find, the mix of fruity scents combining with the dim light to create a loving, romantic atmosphere. Since i knew it was one of His favorite soundtracks, i had copied the Koyaanisqatsi playlist to my iPod and brought the small device into the bedroom along with the small speakers so that He could hear some soothing music during His first time being on the receiving end of anal play.

The beads were ready. The box of anal lube shooters was also on the bed, along with a small towel for cleaning any messes with the lube, although there had rarely been any such messes after having switched to using the lube shooters. The large pillows were stacked one atop the other on the bed to hopefully make Him more comfortable as He lost His anal virginity.

As He showered, i changed into a cute frilly black-and-pink panty and added a sheer black camisole before adding a hint of make-up and a touch of perfume. Then i waited semi-patiently, hoping that this would all go according to plan, that He would truly enjoy the forthcoming experience.

When my Master finally emerged from the bathroom, He was naked, His skin and His hair still slightly damp, His body soft in the embrace. The lingering scent of the new soap He had recently begun using aroused me, and i had to remind myself that this was not about me, as usual, but about Him, only this time, this was not about His pleasure or His sadistic whims, but about His anal experience.

Whenever at home, unless there were non-kinky visitors or i was showering, i always wore a think black leather collar, the visible symbol of my submission to Him. Stepping back from the embrace, i turned my back to Him and lifted my hair, and He took the hint, unbuckling the collar and handing it to me as i turned to face Him, essentially a passing of the baton to release me from my service to Him for this short period. Then i had Him turn around so i could buckle the collar around His neck, completing the transition of roles.

It felt strange to be in a position of power, even though that power would only be temporary and fairly limited. It felt even stranger to be about to play yet be wearing clothing -- even if just scant, sexy lingerie -- while He wore nothing but the collar. Although He was temporarily the submissive, He was still "He" with an upper-case "H" in my mind, and i was still "i" with a lower-case "i."

From the expression in His eyes, it was clear that He did not truly know how to be submissive. That was not at all surprising, since submission was definitely not in His nature. i simply smiled reassuringly and placed a gentle kiss to His chest, directly over the heart, then hooked a finger through the small O-ring of the dainty collar and guided Him to the bed.

"Up on the bed," i instructed, "on Your knees with Your head on the pillows."

He complied readily -- seemingly too readily -- and made Himself truly vulnerable to me for the first time in His kinky life. The only other time i had ever experienced such power over Him -- or anyone else -- was when He had proposed to me, as for the man making the marriage proposal, there is always the possibility that the woman will either put off the decision or instantly reject the proposal.

i mounted the bed as well and knelt behind Him, gently touching Him everywhere except for His hanging sex. The touches did the trick, soothing Him and calming Him while also slowly arousing Him and causing His manhood to grow. When i at last began to fondle Him between His thighs, His breath caught audibly, and i could feel the tremors of lust radiating outward from His groin. The lengthening continued, and the desire began to anoint my fingertips, and He gave Himself over to the pleasure, soft breaths escaping past His lips.

Maybe He remembered and maybe not, but i was doing with Him essentially the very same thing He had done with me for my initial foray into anal play. Then, it had helped to settle me, to ease my concerns and help dispel my nervousness. i hoped that what i was doing by following His example was beneficial to Him and especially to His state of mind.

"Stroke Yourself." He reached back underneath Himself and began to stroke slowly, another visible shudder running the length of His spine and slightly changing the tone of His breathing.

While He pleasured Himself, i turned my attention to the items beside me on the bed. i tried to be as quiet as possible as i opened the box of anal lube shooters and extricated a shooter from one of the six wrapped packages. With a twist, the tab at the open end came off quite easily, and i returned my focus to Him.

"Hands away," i insisted, and He reluctantly complied. This was a deviation from what He had done with me, but i felt it was important so that He would better feel the lube being applied to Him.

A soft "Ah!" came from Him as the first of the lube was added between His lower cheeks. With a smile on my lips, i kept applying the lube, slowly squeezing the larger end of the shooter, using the tip to spread the lube as i felt was needed.

"How does it feel?" i asked quietly as the Koyaanisqatsi soundtrack continued to provide a calming backdrop.

"Cool..." He was right, for this particular lube did indeed feel cool whenever He initially applied it to me. As i set the empty lube shooter aside, i gently squeezed His male anatomy, making Him moan softly, and that sound made me smile anew.

i made no attempt to keep things quiet as i opened another wrapped package to gain access to a second lube shooter. This time, i applied approximately half of the lube to a lengthy string of silicone anal beads, then pressed the small tip of the shooter through His tight sphincter and deposited the remaining lube directly inside Him, and given the way His breath caught and His hands curled against the comforter, the coolness took on a new meaning for Him.

Setting the second empty lube shooter aside, i positioned the string of beads, the smallest one pressed directly against His anal opening. After a short hesitation for dramatic and psychological effect, i gently pressed forward, the first four beads slipping very easily into His tight and well-lubricated passage. He inhaled deeply and loudly at the intrusion, His fingers curling into the comforter, and i smiled, remembering that my own reaction to my initial anal penetration had not been quite so quiet.

"Six more," i informed Him, and slowly pressed forward. Given that each successive bead was slightly larger, i knew i would need to pause after pressing each of them into His bowels, and as i slowly worked the string of beads into Him, He vocalized the sensations in a way which melted my heart, and it was clear that He was beginning to understand what He did to me every time He pressed an anal plug into me or took His pleasure from my tight passage.

With all ten beads embedded within Him, i wiped my hands on the towel, then reached underneath Him, fondling and stroking His male anatomy once again.

"Good?" i whispered, and He only nodded, His mind almost certainly quite busy with processing what was happening to Him and how it was making Him feel. i kept playing between His thighs as my free hand reached forward for His, and He grasped my hand firmly, grounding Himself mentally.

Only when He finally released my hand did i retract mine. Grasping the ring at the end of the string of silicone beads, i pulled carefully, gently, and when the largest of the beads finally emerged from His bowels, He shuddered significantly with a loud gasp, His hearty sex bobbing beneath Him.

"Lean back on Your heels." Slowly, He rose, the long string of beads touching new places inside Him. When He finally leaned back against my chest, i wrapped my arms around Him, hugging Him from behind, bonding with Him in a most unique way. He reached back to stroke my thighs, but i could sense His mind truly digesting what was happening to Him, coming to grips with the foreign object in such a forbidden place.

"How does it feel to be penetrated for the very first time?" i asked softly over the music. It took Him a long time to finally respond:

"Wow..."

That was all the response i needed, and with that, i slid my hands down His front, ultimately gently kneading His testicles and stroking Him once again.

"Don't hold anything back," i instructed Him. "Whenever You're ready, i want You to cum all over the pillows."

In time, He did, and His orgasm was powerful and copious, His voice drowning out the music.

*****

In bed that night, as my Master spooned with me, He and i spoke about the experience. In general, He truly understood, but perhaps more importantly, He said, He could become a better Master to me. "And for that," He summarized, "this evening was very beneficial."

"i'm glad, Master," i admitted honestly, and as i held His hand to my heart, i looked forward to discovering how His experience that evening would help me to feel more submissive to Him.

A Belittled Couple

2009-06-29T02:00:00.000-07:00

George was a hard man, and a professional gambler. A long winning streak on the tables and at the track had left him considerably wealthy. Not wishing to push his luck any further, he had retired from the gambling scene and now loaned money to whoever needed it.

George also possessed a massive sex drive which he enjoyed indulging as often as possible with both women and men. He was once asked if he was bi-sexual, his answer was simply that he was just very sexual!

Part of George's business was obviously to collect late payments on the loans that he made, and for this he employed two "assistants" Carl and Freddo. Both men, like George, were muscular and fit and both were completely loyal to their boss.

Gary Beech had borrowed money from George 12 weeks ago, and despite several reminders, George had still not received so much as a penny. George was pissed off now. Gary was an arrogant little bastard, a racist and very homophobic and had been shouting his mouth off that he had got the better of George. George had to set the record straight and protect his reputation.

Pulling up smoothly in his Merc outside the house that Gary shared with his wife, George told Freddo to watch the back door in case Gary ran that way. The ring on the doorbell was answered by Gary's wife, Susan. A good looking woman in her mid thirties. George noted that she maintained a nice trim body with long black hair in a straight pony tail, green eyes and a pretty face. As Carl and George pushed their way into the house they were met in the hall by Freddo with his arm locked around Gary's neck.

"You were right boss" said Freddo "the cowardly little shit tried to run out the back, but I got him!"

"Well done Freddo," replied George, "now you two sit there and shut the fuck up" he said pointing at Gary and Susan and then at the sofa.

"This is very simple" continued George to Gary when the two were seated. "Either you give me my money or ... Carl and Freddo make life difficult for you."

Gary just sat there with an arrogant smirk on his face as Susan started to plead with George.

"George p...p...p...please" she stammered "He doesn't have any money...please don't hurt him .please...can't we do anything? I heard rumours of what happened with the wife of another man that owed you money and couldn't pay...maybe...maybe I could settle Gary's debt for him that way?"

George's anger was showing on his face as Gary continued to smirk and let his wife try and bargain his way out for him.

"OK. Firstly... If I take a customer sexually it is NOT to settle a debt...it is a punishment for repeated late payment... The debt still remains. Secondly, Sue, you are a good woman and this is not your debt it's your useless husband's."

"Oh PLEASE George" Sue continued "don't hurt him, just give him one more chance?"

George thought to himself and remembered Gary's racism and homophobia. Maybe some ritual humiliation would have more effect than directing his assistants to harm him.

George signalled to Freddo to put Gary onto his knees on the floor. As Freddo reached for the surprised man he was met with fierce resistance. A twist of the arm, though, was enough of a reminder for Gary that things were not going well and that perhaps, he should rethink his actions. Gary dropped to his knees as suggested in front of George and Carl.

Carl was a very large man. His family originated from Africa giving him a dark, almost black complexion and he had a serious contempt for all racism. Carl knew what was going to happen even if Gary didn't and swiftly unzipped his suit trousers.

George spoke quietly to Gary "My associate is going to show you how to suck a big black cock. If you refuse, we will have no alternative but to return to our original plan. Do you understand?"

Gary was now quite frightened. He knew that if he refused further he may well live to regret his decision. Gary looked over at his wife and then nodded his reluctant agreement. He watched with horror and some fascination as Carl fished inside his trousers and released a monster penis. Even slack it must have been at least 8 inches long, and as he started to pull on the heavy foreskin, it began to swell to unbelievable proportions.

Freddo continued to hold the back of Gary's head as Carl began to slide his enormous cock over Gary's sobbing face.

Carl started to moan. "Mmmmmm ...I gonna fuck your face with my big black cock...you gonna suck it down like a whore, white boy... You gonna be my bitch today!"

Gary had his eyes tight shut as Carl started to feed his now erect tool into his mouth.

"Aaaahhhhhh oh yesssss" continued Carl "you gonna suck me bitch...you gonna love my thick meat down your throat"

With this, Carl pushed his cock to the entrance of Gary's throat. He felt Gary gag as he pushed his tool deep in to the other man's throat.

As Carl grabbed Garys hair and started to fuck his face, George pulled out a small camera and started to take pictures of the luckless Gary in this obviously homosexual situation. As George clicked away he looked over to see Sue. She was not, as he had expected, horrified or disgusted. She was staring intently at her husband sucking on the huge cock with obvious lust in her eyes.

Carl, meanwhile, had built up quite a head of steam and was pistoning his giant cock in and out of Gary's throat. Gary, for his part, seemed to have changed his opinion, his eyes were now open and he had both his hands around Carl's huge hanging balls, pulling them and massaging them.

Carl was now shouting obscenities at Gary as he continued to use his throat and mouth.

"Aaahhhh yes that's it my little bitch . Cup my balls...suck my big cock...AAAhhhhh oh yesssss ...you want my cum don't you, you little whore?... gonna get it soon... soon...soon...ahhh...ahhh... YYYYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS SUCK IT BITCH"

George, Freddo and Susan watched as Carls cock exploded in Gary's throat. They could clearly see Gary's throat convulse and bulge as he attempted to swallow the copious amount of seed that now dribbled out of the corner of his mouth and down over his chin.

Carl pulled his cock out of Gary's throat and mouth with a *pop*, totally spent.

"Hey boss" he laughed to George "He sucks cock like a Pro now Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Gary seemed now a changed person and totally submissive. Gone was the arrogant, sneering attitude as he looked over at his loyal wife with cum glistening on his lips, trying to get his breath back and breathing hard.

George sat next to Susan on the sofa and let his hand rest on her leg. "How long is it since you had sex with a REAL man, Sue?" he asked.

Susan was surprised at his forwardness but was in a state of sexual excitement. "Well...I guess Gary keeps me fairly happy in that department." she replied.

"Well...you lie back and we will see how you feel about the attentions of an EXPERIENCED lover!" said George, comforting her. "And maybe we can teach your useless husband how to please you properly at the same time!"

Susan lay back against the sofa as George slowly undid the buttons of her dress letting it fall open. Gary watched the proceedings closely. His mind was in a state of turmoil. He had never before thought about the possibility of his wife being unfaithful, let alone right in front of him, but now all he could feel was pure animal lust at the thought of watching her being taken by another man.

George slipped a hand inside the top of her dress and, realising she was not wearing a bra, cupped a large warm breast gently. Susan closed her eyes and moaned slightly as she felt George's expert fingers start to roll her distended nipple. With her eyes closed she could still imagine her husband, on his knees with Carl's long hard cock in his mouth. As George slowly stroked and occasionally pinched her nipples, she continued to imagine Gary and Carl together. As her thoughts continued she was brought back to reality by the feel of two hands on her knees. She realised that with her dress unbuttoned and open she was exposed to all the men in the room. Part of her wanted to open her eyes and find out who the hands belonged to, but for some reason she kept them tightly shut and just enjoyed the sensations she was feeling.

George had silently indicated to the now submissive Gary, to crawl on his knees towards his wife. Without needing further direction, Gary seemed to know what George wanted and was happy to oblige. He had at first been disgusted as Carl's cock had invaded his mouth, but after getting used to the taste and the texture of it, he found that it wasn't as bad as he thought and started to actually quite enjoy the sensations. He just wished it hadn't been quite so fucking big!

As Gary knelt between his wife's thighs, he instinctively knew what to do. Sliding his hands up the outside of her legs, he firmly gripped the elastic waistband of her small pink panties and started to pull them down. To his surprise, Sue lifted her buttocks from the sofa slightly to help him pull them past her ass and then over her knees and off her bare feet. Gary returned his hands to her knees and gently parted them. There was no resistance and Gary saw her trimmed pussy start to unfold before his eyes. Shuffling forward with his ass in the air, Gary started to lick up the inside of his wife's thigh's.

Gary then felt Sue's hands on the back of his head pulling him into her wet pussy. He licked the little erect bud of her clit as she held him with her hands. Unable to move his head away from the wet slit, he moaned into his wife's pussy.

"Mmmmmffffffffaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmffffffffffffffffffffffffffff"

Susan felt the vibration of the lips on her open cunt as George twisted her nipple hard.

"Aaaaaagggghhhhhhhh ooooooooohhhhhhhhh yeeesssssssssssssss...goddddddd...Im CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG" she yelled

Susan was still trembling and shaking as she released the head between her legs. She opened her eyes to see her husband's juice covered face smiling up at her. She realised that Gary was now completely submissive.

"Now that you've got her ready for me," Said George, "I think it's about time she was treated to a REAL man!"

In a second, George was between Pat's open legs, his suit trousers and underwear around his ankles. Pat looked down and saw the massive cock that was about to penetrate her. She didn't want him to stop now. She needed this, needed to be filled completely and taken hard by this man.

"Do it George. Fuck me ... fuck me hard!"

George smiled as he entered her. He always got a thrill from taking another man's wife while he watched and today Gary had leaned a lesson that he would never forget. Pat's pussy was soaking wet and, despite the size, his cock slid easily and smoothly into her warm tunnel.

Pat gasped out loud as she felt George's dick fill her completely and shuddered into her second orgasm as he slifted her legs up and began to pound into her juicy hole.

George smiled as he heard Patricia moan her excitement. He looked over at Gary.

"Your wife is one great fuck, man! Thanks for getting her all juiced up for me!"

"Ohhh God, George. Fuck me hard...harder...please...cum for me George...cum in my wet pussy!"

George could feel himself approaching the point of no return. His balls were twitching wildly and his cock felt as hard as a rock. He slammed his thick meat, one more time, deep into Pat's body, and with a howl of satisfaction released the contents of his balls deep inside her.

Gary smiled as he saw his wife buck her hips up towards the other man, trying to get every inch of his massive penis inside her. Her nipples were still hard and swollen and he could see the excited flush on her face as she met George's climax with her own, spine tingling orgasm.

"That was so good George" she said gasping for breath as she felt her lover slip from between her open labia.

"Gary, You will pay George his money next week without fail, and then, as a reward, we can spend the whole day fucking each other. You can eat me again, I'll suck your cock for you and you can fuck me in the ass - I've always wanted to try that. Would you like that honey?"

"Yes, my darling... I'll do what ever you say, from now on I'm yours to do with as you please. I think that you and the guy's here have made me into a better man and a better husband."

As George and his associates smiled and got up to leave, Susan was cuddling her new husband on the sofa.

"Don't worry George" she said "You will be paid next week for sure! But you know that you and your assistants will always be welcome to come back and fuck me or my husband whenever you like. Next time, perhaps you can intoduce us both to the delights of having a big cock in our butts!"

"You know what?" said George as he walked to the door. "I think we just might do that!

A Beginning

2009-06-28T02:00:00.000-07:00

I stepped out from the kitchen to the front room, carrying two glasses of wine. “I think you will really like this wine.” I said to Jill, sitting on the couch beside her. After 6 months of dating, I was still mesmerized by her beauty, her spirit, her heart and her soul. She could light up the room with her smile, make me stop and listen to her point of view, make me laugh and be happy that I was alive. She complimented me, she was soft when I was strong. The thing that never seemed to quit amazing me was how she seemed to make all time disappear when I was with her.

The candles were burning and I just happened to have Luther Vandross playing on the stereo. I took a sip of my wine and looked into her deep brown eyes. There were times I still couldn’t believe that I had such a wonderful woman in my life, one who cared for me as much as I cared for her.

Jill took a drink of her wine and sat closer to me. “I want you to know that the time we have spent together has been wonderful Doug, it seems like yesterday that we met and yet is seems like I have known you forever.”

I grinned back at her, and drank in her beauty. Besides her smoldering brown eyes, she had honey blonde hair that fell down her back. I always had to fight the impulse to wipe the stray hair away from her face when I looked at her. Her lips were so full and red, and my thoughts of kissing them never seemed to go away. I never thought I’d meet such a wonderful woman in my life, but Jill showed me otherwise. To me Jill had no flaws; she liked to complain that her breasts were too small, but I loved them, they were like caressing a peach, soft and firm to the touch, and so delicious to taste. There was one big thing that Jill did have and that was her brain. I loved her intelligence. Even when we disagreed, our conversations were lively and enlightening.

I sat my glass down, and moved closer to Jill. I heard a soft sigh escape from her lips just before I gently kissed her. I pulled back and our eyes locked, my blue and her brown; our shared desire evident. Taking my hand I brushed my fingers along her cheek and down her neck; she tilted her head to my fingers and closed her eyes. My fingers moved back up her face as I caressed it and moved in to kiss her again. Her lips parted and met mine. Her hands grasped and held my head close to hers. I kissed her cheek and gave little kisses down her neck, slowly.

Pulling back I looked into her burning eyes. “Its time we went to the room love.” I whispered to her as I stood. She merely nodded and stood to join me. We walked to my room and I kissed her passionately as soon as we entered. Her lips continued to search for mine as her hand started to rub the front of my pants, making me hold my breath. I started to kiss down her neck again, but this time, I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed down her chest right after I undid each button. A small breath escaped her after I got to each button, undoing it, and letting my tongue do a small lick before each tender kiss. I got down on my knees and kissed her sexy stomach, I opened up the blouse and she let it fall from her shoulders onto the floor. I looked up at her and she moaned achingly. I moved my hands behind her back and grabbed the zipper to her skirt, pulling it down slowly as I dragged my lip down her stomach. Finally I unzipped the skirt and Jill stepped out of it, as I looked at her amazing body. She had on a lacy black bra and panty set, the panties an unexpected thong, showing off her dancer’s ass. I smiled to myself, Jill didn’t normally wear sexy lingerie. She had dressed up for me.

“Doug,” she whispered, “I want you, need you”

I kissed her heated lips and she pulled out my shirt and unbuttoned it. She had it undone quickly and my bare chest was exposed, her soft hands caressing my chest, then pulling the shirt from my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I loved feeling her. Her body was close to mine and she undid my belt and pants. Soon those were off as well. I took in the sight of us, her in her sexy lingerie and me in my silky blue boxers. Holding her close to me, my mouth moved closer to her ear as I whispered, “Do you trust me?”

Jill knew right away that something special was going to happen, as I asked this each time I experimented with her. She smiled and nodded to me “Yes Doug, I trust you.”

Kissing her again, I led her to the bed. She laid down as I took out some cotton rope that I hid under the bed. Jill was neither shocked, nor surprised, as I had tied her up before. She smirked at me and put herself in a spread eagle position. I tied each wrist to the bed frame, and then I moved down to her waist. I took her panties and I pulled them off of her, exposing her luscious, and obviously very wet, pussy to me. Kissing down her legs, I tied each ankle to the bed frame as well. Sliding my body back up to her face I kissed her lips again, and I brushed her hair back.

“Jill, “ I said lovingly to her. “You are so beautiful, I love your mind, your body and everything about you. Tonight, I want to try something, and anytime you wish me to stop, just give me the word.”

“I love you too Doug, and I trust you without question. Do what you want to me darling, I desire it.” She smiled so brightly at me.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed what I needed for my plans. She had to have heard some of the unmistakable noises I was making and wondered what I had in store for her. I smirked to myself, knowing that she would love this. I walked back into the room and sat on the bed beside her and I set the stuff down on the floor below. I unfastened her bra and exposed her small, but perfect breasts. I started to suck a nipple, as I knew she had very sensitive ones and that made her more excited. Reaching down, I rubbed her clitoris and felt her wetness build. Soft moans escaped her lips. And then I stopped.

I looked her in the eyes as I reached down and grabbed the can of shaving cream, putting some in my hand. Jill knew then what I had planned for her and she gasped achingly at me. I rubbed the shaving cream all over her pussy, lathering it up nicely. I grabbed the towel and cleaned off my hand, reaching for the razor. I started to shave, watching each hair fall to the towel, as more and more of her delicious pussy was exposed to me. I was so careful, I trimmed around her sensitive lips, touching them enough but remindful not to cut them. Jill remained so still. Hair by hair her mound was presenting itself to me. I cut around the silky wisps in her crevice, being gentle, and with precision. I was making her a work of art, she was my canvas and I wanted her beauty for my own. Finally I was done, and I picked up the washcloth and cleaned her. Her body moved against the washcloth, I hadn’t seen her this excited before. I moved down between her legs and my tongue started to lick, to taste that freshly shaved pussy before me. She squirmed against my face, my tongue as best she could. I could tell she wanted to move more, but the rope stopped her. I licked her lips, the inside of her thighs, but only teased her clit.

“MORE!” she screamed, my teasing having the effect I wanted on her. Taking my finger, I entered her pussy, moving it in and out in time with my tongue. Moving my lips up to her hard clit I nibbled it, and rubbed it. She was so wet, I knew she would come any minute now. I put another finger in and they worked in unison with my tongue and lips on her clit, wanting to make the woman I loved happy with pleasure. Jill thrust her hips up to meet my tongue and she screamed out my name “OHHHHH DOUG…..ahhhhhhhh……so wonderful…..oohhhhhhhhh…..”

I quickly reached down and untied both her ankles and let my boxers drop to the floor. Jill’s obvious desire was in her eyes. Entering her quickly, I started to thrust into her. I grabbed her right leg and put it on my shoulder, she moved her hips to time her thrusts with mine. I moved down and kissed her with so much passion, with so much want. Our thrusts were in unison, our bodies becoming one. I felt my own orgasm building when Jill screamed and came again. Her back arched and she moaned loudly, her hips shoving so hard into me. That put me over the edge and my orgasm washed over me. I leaned down, catching my breath, and untied her wrists from the bed. Jill wrapped her body around me, kissing me.

“Oh Doug, I love you. That was so erotic, thank you, oh thank you.”

I gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and looked her in those smoldering eyes, “Jill, you inspire me, I love you.”

We held each other close and finally sleep overcame us, but my mind drifting to other nights that were to come.

A Bed of Nails

2009-06-27T02:00:00.000-07:00

She followed her Sir into the room. She was wearing a brocade corset, long skirt, and high heels. She was hobbled and walked in small steps giving her pause to ensure she did not fall at any moment.

He introduced her to the Mistress and then he sat in an easy chair to watch. She knew he had high expectations of her and she did not want to let him down, however, she had no idea what was to happen and this increased her nervousness at disappointing him. His displeasure was not to be enjoyed; he was cruel when he thought she had not been all she could be in her pursuit of giving him pleasure.

She stood trembling in front of this beautiful Mistress. The Mistress also wore a tight corset, black and white with lines that brought the eye line directly into her cunt. She wore skin coloured rubber stockings, suspender belt and to compliment her long legs, six inch stiletto heels with steel tips.

The Mistress watched her face for a few seconds, it felt like hours. She wanted to move her eyes away, embarrassed at being examined so intently, but she did not. The Mistress pushed one of her hands down the brocade corset and sunk her fingers into the slave's breast. She dug deeper and deeper into the flesh, watching how the slave tried to control her breathing through the intense pain, tried not to cry out or flinch away as the pain became white hot, piercing through her breast to her stomach and cunt.

The Mistress dove into the other breast and dragged both of them up and out of the corset. Deep red indentations which were already starting to bruise could be seen and pricks of blood from sharp nails glowed on her pale, white skin.

She knelt, as directed, in front of the table. The Mistress brought out two small pieces of wood about six inches across and placed them on the edge of the table. Each piece of wood had rows of six inch nails protruding upwards, tips sharp and glinting, and telling tales of pain yet to come.

The Mistress took a breast in each hand and carefully placed each of them on a bed of nails. Each breast lay easily atop of the nails, there was a slight pricking sensation but it was bearable and not too unpleasant. The Mistress stroked down each breast with her hand. Her fingers grazing over the nipples which became more and more erect with each passing of the hand.

"And now we begin."

The voice of her Sir jarred the silence and brought the slave back into sharp knowledge that nothing yet had happened and already her thighs were soaking wet.

The Mistress picked up a crop and began lightly tapping it on the slaves left breast.

"Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap."

The rhythm was quick, fast and did not leave time to become accustomed to the sensation before it landed again and again. With each tap the nails on the underside of the breast dug in slightly deeper, causing the slave to close her eyes in order to process the differing pain sensations. The Mistress moved to the right breast and started again

"Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap."

A small whisper, barely a whimper issued from the slave's mouth which was dry from anticipation, fear, and pain.

"Oh, come now Girl, I have barely started. I thought you wanted to please you Sir; not show him to be a poor trainer."

The slave bit her lip and remained with her eyes closed, shame at letting her Sir down, washing through her.

The tapping stopped and blood began rushing in her breasts, she knew without opening her eyes that red marks from the end of the crop would have made patterns in red all over both breasts.

A few seconds past, she was drifting; she could here the low murmur of voices but could no longer make out the words.

CRASH!!!!

The pain radiated through and around both her breasts instantly. Her eyes flew open, shock and fear etched on her face.

"This is not the time for sub space, I want you here, living, and breathing every element the Mistress wishes to give you. DO NOT vanish in your own head again. Do you understand me?"

His voice was stern, flat, cold and she immediately nodded saying Yes Sir as she did so.

The Mistress picked up the cane again; it was a Masters cane; fat, rounded and heavy. Again it landed heavily across both breasts, jarring the underside into the nails. She felt wetness; was it sweat with fear or blood. She did not know, regardless of the pain she was ashamed, sad and upset she had made him upset with her.

She kept her head back, away from the swishing cane and eyes open. Her hands were glued to the sides of the table with sweat. She pushed her palms down and gripped tightly. Her knuckles were white with the effort of remaining silent, absorbing every element of pain as the cane landed again and again. Six times in total across both breasts. She did not dare to look; the sensations confused her mind red hot sharp needle like pain underside her breasts and heavy dark thudding pain crashing down on top of them. The sharpness flooding into skin and screaming in her brain a second after the cane landed, a sob broke free of her lips and she worked to stifle others, afraid that once she started she would never stop.

Whimpers were very low in her throat and she felt she would not be able to take much more without moving away, screaming, or crying. As she thought the word "crying" silent tears began to pour down her face, unstopping, flooding down her neck and bathing the bruises made by the cane.

The Mistress bent low clamped her fingers around each nipple and pulled upwards. The slave rose, the boards of nails stuck briefly to the underside of her breasts before falling to the floor.

"Show Him."

The slave crawled to her Sir, and presented her breasts to him. He looked at the swelling purple marks from the cane, lifted them and looked at the droplets of blood from the nails, moved his hands over them and finally looked her in the face.

"Bring me the brush."

She crawled over to the metal wire brush and returned to him. Slowly and deliberately he dragged the brush down her breasts, over the swelling and underneath, where just a few minutes before nails had been embedded. He pulled each breast outwards by the nipple, stretching it to give a smooth line to draw the brush downwards.

She bit her lips and remained motionless, the pain intensifying each time it touched a tender area.

Finally he stopped.

"You are wet," He announced, "And we still have much to explore."

A Bed of Dreams

2009-06-26T02:00:00.000-07:00

I was asleep in your bed, naked of course.

I woke up because I felt very uncomfortable, not being fully awake I couldn't work out what was wrong with me? I remember feeling very frightened at that point, because I couldn't move my legs or arms?

I am now wide awake and find my arms stretched back fully, crossed at the wrists behind the top of my head, and tied tightly to the bed head. My legs too, were tightly tied together to the end of the bed.

I looked down and saw a thin sheet covering my body.

Looking around the room, I couldn't see anyone. I remember it was very quiet. I tried desperately to get free; I struggled for what seemed like ages. The more I struggled the more my arms hurt. The door was shut and the room was dimly lit - I looked over my shoulder at the closed door. Tears slowly moved down my checks, they tickled and I wiped them away as best I could by turning my head towards the top of my right arm.

I then heard footsteps, they moved up, what sounded like stairs – but they were very slow footsteps, who ever it was, they certainly weren't in a hurry. I wasn't scared and thought surely this person would untie me and then I would be free to go and find you...

I watched the door intently, but never said a thing. Never called for help, nothing! It seemed to take ages for him or her to get to the door. Finally I watched the door handle turn, the door opened ever so slowly and in walked…………………… An impressive figure, wearing a long sleeved deep purple black cloak, which skimmed gracefully atop the carpet as the person walked. A large Sphinx mask covered any trace of who it was hidden under the mask – I felt a cold shiver run through my body - no not fear, but an unexpected excitement!

"Don't say a word!" came a muffled husky voice from beneath the mask.

"Not one word, do you understand?" The figure did not turn and look at me as it spoke - but slowly walked across the room in front of the bed, and around to my left side. In both hands it held a silver plate or tray – I could just make out a few objects placed upon it. I could see bottles, a white cloth or hanky a carefully folded piece of black material and two candles.

I watched as the figure placed the tray on a small wooden table, which sat under the main window of the bedroom. It was then I caught sight of the hands of my captor, - it was MALE! Strong small hands, tidy short fingernails – he was European and I could just see a touch of dark hair showing from below the cuffs of his cloak.

I desperately needed to see what he was doing! I turned my head until it was hard against my arm, by closing my right eye it enabled my left eye more clarity and I watched as he opened 3 small bottles and poured liquid from each of them into a bowl. He lit the candles and carried the table to the edge of the bed and placed it opposite my left breast.

"Not a word" he quietly said again looking down upon me.

I coyly moved my eyes to meet the eyes of his mask – I was breathing deeply my lips parted, I was excited…..I think?

He sat on the bed next to me.

"Tonight you will be a good girl,……. you will not speak or cry out" he touched my face and ran his fingers gently around my lips.

" You will be mine to do what ever I wish"

He moved his fingers slowly down onto my neck then took hold of the sheet covering my body and very slowly pulled it back over my breasts, down across my stomach and stopped just above my lower thighs.

The feel of the soft sheet moving over my body was intoxicating. My nipples were hard, my breathing heavy and I was aroused and ashamedly so! I knew not of this man and hated him for tying me up in such a way, yet he was arousing me, exciting me! I hated him for taking away my control.

Even though I could not see his eyes I knew he was examining my helpless body - I hated him for that too…….

I wanted to tell him my shoulders were hurting and that my wrists were sore, but what would he do to me if I spoke? I wasn't ready to find out just yet so decided to keep quiet - for now anyway.

From the silver tray he removed a glass-stirring rod, it was approximately 10 cms in length; I had seen these in a fancy kitchen shop in Ponsonby and had always wanted one.

He started mixing together the liquids he had poured into the bowl earlier and while doing so, watched my face. I kept my eyes on his, well where I knew his were……what did he hope to see in my face I wondered?

"This is not going to hurt – but you will stay perfectly still and remember – not a word!"

I nodded in agreement

Carefully, he drizzled the cold oily liquid over my warm body. Starting at my neck, then down between my breasts and onto my stomach. I shut my eyes tightly as I got used to the coolness of the droplets on my skin.

He removed the sheet from my legs and I heard it land on the floor behind my feet. He was standing now, and was moving along the edge of the bed toward my arms.

I could feel his dark cloak just brush my check as he stood next to the bed head. It was silk and it must have felt wonderful against his body. I could smell him!

The glass rod was now teasing my fingers open – I obliged and opened both hands. The oil ran down my forearms and over my elbows.

Apart form my face, the entire front of my body was now lined with oil. The smell of sandalwood, lavender and orange blossom adorned my skin.

I so much wanted to move, and remove the cold and uncomfortably sticky oil from my body.

I watched him carry the small table back against the wall. He took the strip of black material and tied it tightly around his hips. He placed the two candles on the wooden posts at the foot of the bed and then stood still in front of me. – He unbutton his cloak, but only to the waist …..

I could see his chest, I wanted to see his chest, his shoulders and arms! Oh god I wanted to see him and he knew it. He slowly removed his arms from the cloak and let it fall behind him exposing his firm muscular chest. The candlelight enhanced all his beauty I took a deep breath………….

"You will not move" he repeated coldly as he moved from behind the foot of the bed.

"You will be good and not say a word"

I watched as he got onto the bed and straddled my body.

I was breathing heavily as I looked up at his mask, I could just make out his grey eyes – cold, controlling eyes, I hated him!

He placed both hands firmly around my neck, then moved them up my arms until they found my wrists, and fingers. He carefully rubbed the oil around every finger. His chest was centimetres away from my mouth; I wanted to lean my face into him. I knew he could feel my warm breath against his skin and I was sure he liked it.

He moved down my arms and onto my breasts, his fingers gently massaging the oil into my skin and around my nipples. He was teasing me, and he wasn't going to stop!

I shut my eyes and let him take control of my pleasure.

His fingers danced over my stomach and around my waist – firm but gentle – he had me on fire!

Across my hips he moved, down further still, then my thighs, along my legs, over my knees and finally to my feet! I am slippery and warm. I am wet and horny. I watch him look up at me from the bottom of the bed. I want more……….I imagine him smiling at me.

I'm breathing heavier now, I want to moan – I want to move, I want him to hear how much I enjoy his touch – but I don't dare speak!

At the bottom of the bed he stops, his hands held firmly around my tied ankles.

I look at him wildly with parted lips and laboured breathing, – you bastard, I want to yell!

He laughs at me!

He suddenly moves quickly up along my legs and stops abruptly at my thighs – he looks at me again. Very gently he moves my legs apart and starts rubbing the oil into my inner thighs, he moves his fingers further and further in between my legs. He can see I am wet, he can see what he has done, but he never touches me there – just teases me feverishly, until I can no longer stand it.

"Oh god" I yell with a sigh.

He stops what he is doing as abruptly as he started – I watch as he put the top half of the cloak back around his shoulders, does up the buttons and removes the black material from his hips.

"I told you, you weren't to talk, not a word I said" His voice had changed, he is angry.

He walks toward me – "you will be punished for disobeying me."

"I'm sorry," I plead " I'm sorry ……please?"

He places the black material across my mouth and ties it firmly behind my head.

"I hate you" I mumble.

"You will stay like that until I decide you have been punished. You will have plenty of time to think about your disobedience." He picks up the silver tray and leaves the room closing the door behind him………….

I'm lying on your bed and felling like a helpless captured animal! I feel humiliated, cold and scared, my thoughts are all over the place. I look down at my ankles, then up at my hands – they are tied ever so tightly with strips of brown leather. – He had obviously gone to a lot of trouble; even the knot is one I hadn't seen before!

I struggle hoping I may just loosen these strange knots - as before, my shoulders start to hurt….

I am his and it will stay that way until he is ready to let me go!

I sob uncontrollably as I look at the closed door, and mutter through the gag "I'm sorry, I won't do it again – I'm sorry!"

Time drags by and I watch the two candles at the foot of the bed. I watch as the wax dribbles down the stem and onto the wooden post leaving a tangled mass of wax in its wake!

The yellow flames flicker out of 'step' and produce strange shadows on the walls. Huge dark and menacing shadows, just like my captor. I hated looking at them and tried to concentrate on something else, but always my eyes were drawn back to the dark moving wall..

I imagine him towering over my body, his wonderful heavy chest – his hands all over me, his mouth on mine. Who was this man who could humiliate so? Then in the next breath give me such enduring and selfless pleasure?

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again – I'm sorry, please come back?"

Again tears welled in my eyes and then slid slowly down my checks…………

An hour passes, and I start to shiver with cold, my mouth is dry and the gag is cutting slightly into the corners of my mouth.

Suddenly I hear a noise outside the door – and I look quickly towards it, my eyes wide and my heart pounding.

I watched the door, it opened, and two blonde haired women walk slowly into the room – each wearing a short sleeveless see-through white blouse. Two small buttons high around the neckline keep the garment shut. I could clearly see their hard nipples pushing against the material. They were both wearing white lacy G-strings, which sat high on their hips enhancing their beautiful curvaceous bodies.

A thick black velvety tightly fitting facemask covered their eyes and their blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail. Around their necks they wore a brown leather strap.

They were both very beautiful and I felt totally disgusted as I looked down at my body.

I too could look like that I thought? But look at me, I've been tied to a bed naked for hours, covered with greasy oil, and my mouth gagged – I must look terrible and I felt ashamed.

The two women stood side by side at the foot of the bed facing me. Their moist pink lips glistening in the candlelight; they did not speak and they did not move, they stood silently watching me………….

A voice came through the door as I lay admiring the two beautiful women standing in front of me.

" Have you been a good girl? " he inquired as he ran his hand roughly up the arm and around the neck of one of the girls. She did not move, and stood as still as she had done a few minutes before his arrival.

He turned and faced me, his large heavy mask now replaced with a fine black well fitted one. I could see his lips and mouth, the outline of his face and head; his eyes were clearly defined showing light brown eyelashes and eyebrows his eyes still as menacing and cold as before.

"I'm sure you have." He said calmly " You will now do as I say!"

He moved between the two women, and I watched as he placed his hands inside each of their blouses and firmly grasped their breasts. Again they did not move – not a sound, their lips showing no emotion, not so much as a quiver.

Slowly he unbuttoned each blouse and parted them carefully with both hands – he ran his hands carefully over their breasts and stomach. He then walked behind one of the woman and took hold of her hair and firmly pulled her head back.

"Look at her body – beautiful isn't it?" He said as he put his mouth against her neck. He did not take his eyes off me as he caressed her neck and shoulders.

" You will not move and you will not say one word"

He was enjoying this torture, his torture of me!

He took hold of the second woman's hair and pulled her head back just as he did with the first.

"Look at her breasts – small and beautiful, gorgeous nipples, just like yours wouldn't you say?"

Still holding her head back he moved to her side and placed his mouth over her breast, he stopped and looked over at me, then continued his torture. I could feel everything he was doing to her, his tongue firmly moving over her nipple, his teeth gently nipping her. I closed my eyes and let out a silent sigh of pleasure.

He moved away and let go of her hair, she lowered her head and stood as before.

My heart was pounding as I watched him stand behind each of the women and ever so carefully remove their blouses. He gently undid the brown leather straps from around their necks but left them where they were. . He never once took his eyes off me – "Stop, stop, stop I wanted to scream"

He slowly removed their underwear until both women were standing in front of me naked – white female flesh, beautiful sexy flesh, hard nipples, nicely shaven pubic hair – Were they there for me?

No I had decided! This was his game, I was just an unwilling participant in a game called… pleasure, a game called control maybe?

One at a time he caressed their bodies with his hands. I could see his hands deliberately move seductively over milky white breasts, hard pink nipples, then down onto firm flat stomachs. Into and around blonde pubic hair, between shapely legs and then back again… I was so hot, so wet – my breathing noticeably shallow, I was in pain and I hated him even more for how he was making me feel.

"You have been very good, not one word as come from your lips," he said to me as he undid their hair and let it fall around their shoulders.

He ran his fingers through one of the girls hair, grabbed a handful, pulled her head back and kissed her passionately on the lips.

No matter what he did they never moved…. I could just see through the mask around their eyes an occasional blink now and then.

Were they twins I wondered, same bodies and hair, even their lips and mouth appeared the same shape and size. I was puzzled and thought for a moment I could be drugged, god perhaps I was dreaming? If it was a dream did I want to wake?

"I will remove the gag from your mouth for your obedience" he smirked. He made his way over to the little wooden table below the window and picked up a small bottle and walked over to me.

"Not one word now!"

Lifting my head, he removed the black gag form my mouth, he waited and allowed me to move and stretch my mouth back into some normality.

He placed the bottle against my lips and carefully poured into my mouth a much needed drink of water.

" We are nearly ready"

Ready for what, oh please untie me, and please let me go. Let the game be over! I looked into his eyes; hoping he would understand me, hear me even…………

He went over to the little wooden table and placed the water bottle down.

He then walked over to the two naked beauties standing at the end of the bed and in turn, ran his hands across their buttocks, up their backs and stopped at the loose brown leather straps around their necks.

Carefully, the straps were skilfully tied into slipknots, and then placed over the bedposts where the slowly burning candles sat - still flickering out of step! Their ghostly dark companion on the wall behind bearing silent witness to what was unfolding on the large bed below.

The scene in front of me was like a dream!

I must be dreaming I had decided, this can't happen in real life can it? -

Two masked and beautiful naked women, candles casting menacing shadows, leather straps tied to the bed, and an intoxicating captor intent on torturing me with nothing but…… pleasure?

The excitement and desire so deftly wound inside my mind was scary - this man had managed to manipulate my whole being with his words and gestures. What was most clever about this moment was the uncertainty he had created! I hated him, but loved him for it!

I followed him with only my eyes as he moved around to where I lay tightly bound, his hands carefully unbuttoning his cloak as he walked. He picked the black gag up off the floor and again placed it around his hips and tied a knot. He removed the top half of the cloak and I looked upon his wonderful chest and arms…Oh god I thought trying to keep control of my speech and movement… oh god!

He sat high up on the bed next to me, and I watched as he placed his index finger into his mouth and gently and seductively rolled his tongue around it. I could just see the movement of his moist fleshy tongue, his lips were glistening with the moisture he produced while doing so.

He then placed the same finger slightly inside my mouth and moved it around the inside of my lips.

"Do not move! If you move I will gag you again." He kept his cold eyes fixed upon mine.

"Do not speak!" he calmly said. "If you speak, I will gag you again."

He continued teasing my lips – and every so often, returned his finger to his mouth and tongue, I greedily waited for its return.

He then moved his fingers down onto my nipples watching me as he did so. As before, a repeated performance followed.

Each nipple responded to every moment, every pinch, and every stroke of his wet finger. His stare had changed from cold and calm, to much amusement. For a split second, I was sure I saw a glint of pleasure come from his grey eyes.

Again the words "Do not move, do not speak!"

I was breathing heavily and enjoying my captors' torture – but I was ever so mindful of obeying him, I did not like the gag and did not want to feel the tightness of it around my mouth for a second time…

He moved down onto my stomach, not with his finger this time but with his tongue ..in and around my tummy button he probed, lightly kissing and nipping my flesh. I could feel the firmness of his teeth on my skin, - he looked up at me and I could see he was enjoying my pleasure even feeding off it!

I shut my eyes tightly, opened my mouth and allowed my heavy breath to flow from my mouth as quietly as possible –

I felt the leather strap loosen from around my ankles…I thought nothing of it...I didn't care!

I felt a warm hand take hold of each ankle...but I didn't care!

My captor had control of all my senses…..his tongue and lips now caressing my thighs…

I felt each leg slowly move apart....but I didn't care!

He was now between my legs, kissing, licking, probing...

I felt both ankles tighten as they were tied to the bed again...but I didn't care!

He was always very close to my wet and swollen lips, but never quite there.. never quite there... I thought I would come!

He seemed to know this and would move his mouth away... I took a deep breath, clenched both fists and opened my eyes.

My body was covered with beads of sweat, my mouth dry and my breathing fast and shallow, I felt as if I were drunk!

He had stopped, why?

I looked down, eyes searching wildly in the dimly lit room.

Don't stop, please don't stop… the words screamed through my mind…

I saw him slip off the bed as calmly as he had got on to it, and walk around behind the two women. It was then I realised my legs were wide apart and tied securely to the leather straps which he had attached to the bed earlier.

For the first time in what seemed like hours, I watched the two naked and masked women move. They turned and walked to him.

They stood either side of him, side on, with their hard nipples just touching his arms.

They removed the black gag from around his waist and as they did the cloak fell to the ground.

The three of them looked unbelievable standing in the candlelight – their bodies a soft glow of yellow.

The ghostly shadow on the wall behind them had now become one large wondrous sexy shapely silhouette.

"You will not move or speak Jenny, you will be a good girl and do as I say?"

"Christ he knows my name, he knows me?" I very nearly spoke.

He placed both hands around the two woman's hips. They moved an arm up onto his chest, kissed him passionately, and then moved away!

I watched as they moved around either side of the bed and slithered, just as a snake would, up onto the bed at my feet.....

He wouldn't do this to me, he just wouldn't, he couldn't! – I closed my eyes, and bit my bottom lip. I tried not to cry but tears started rolling down my checks.

I was now experiencing sensations I had never felt before – female flesh on mine!

I felt my feet being gently massaged by soft hands, my legs and thighs being kissed and caressed in a way I could only know?

They made their way up my body seductively – each and every movement of their bodies controlled and planned. I could feel moist swollen lips and hard nipples slide over my legs.

It felt divine – I didn't feel ashamed, the tears had stopped and I wanted to experience more. I had no choose but to experience what he had planned for me!

I opened my eyes and watched as two beautiful women thoughtfully caressed my body in a way I wanted.

I saw him watching – I was sure I could hear him breathing and for the first time I smiled at him……………..his mouth was no longer hard and cruel, he was moving his lips feverishly and running his hands along the wooden end of the bed, I watched as his hands gripped it firmly…….so I smiled again!

I knew his cock was hard and I knew he wanted me!

It was him being tortured and I liked that. I was not going to say a word, never!

I felt fingers explore my wet and wanting lips, exploring gently – carefully, the way I would have done. I felt warm lips kiss and squeeze, tongues dart in, out, over and across.

I was going to come and I could feel it building…………I was on fire!

They moved up onto my stomach, biting as they went. I felt their legs all over my lower body – soft and smooth.

I closed my eyes again.

I felt teeth on my nipples, lips and tongues……. Biting, teasing, sucking.

I was going to come! I felt drunk… I was lost…. I was drunk… I was going to come!

My neck now, biting - sucking - kissing.

They had reached my mouth,.

I could only fell one set of lips, but I didn't care. I kissed back, and I couldn't help it.

Her tongue was in my mouth and mine in hers.

She pulled away and whispered in my ear – "You will not speak, you will not move"

I opened my eyes and looked around the room – he no longer stood at the end of the bed

I felt dizzy and blinked a few times to bring my head back to normal. My body was covered in sweat and I could smell a sweet milky scent. The smell of the two women's bodies were mixed with mine; I shut my mouth and took a deep breath!

I wanted him more than ever, I needed him more than ever –I desperately wanted him inside of me, this is what he wanted?

I knew it was what I wanted - all along!

*I finally took control of what normality I had left and turned my head toward the window where the little table stood.

The sight that greeted me was not a pleasant one, certainly not what I had expected – Christ the surreal events of the entire evening were unexpected, for me anyway! So I wondered why I should feel any different to what was taking place before me now…

I became agitated, angry even - My sexy captor was standing sandwiched between the two naked women, his head back and mouth open slightly. He moaned softly with pleasure, as his body was being 'pawed' over from both sides.

"No, no, not them – please not with them!" I said to myself shaking my head with disbelief and anger.

I watched as his neck and shoulders were caressed and kissed, his back and waist rubbed sensually with soft breasts and hard nipples!

She slid down him and pushed her face into his buttocks, her legs wide apart and leaning against his. I could see her tongue dart in between his buttocks, her mouth and lips nipping and exciting him. Her hands, white knuckled held fast to his ankles.

"No… no, not with them" I struggled trying to free myself.

His hands were tightly holding the other woman's wrists at her waist – she was facing him, her pubic bone pushing hard into him while she kissed and sucked his neck! – then down onto his hair covered chest – He moved her arms up onto his shoulders and held tightly still to her wrists

"No no – please not with her…." I whispered shakily.

I started to move my hips, tried to move my legs, I wanted to be there, where they were………….me Jenny, It was my turn – to give him what he had given me!

My bonds held me tightly – I wanted to be free!

He moaned loudly, as she found his nipples, her tongue firmly rubbing them, her teeth nipping gently, pulling, then sucking each one in turn.

He moved one hand swiftly to her hair and took hold of it and pulled her up to meet his lips – I watched as he moved his hips against hers, his hard swollen cock rubbing against her belly. He pulled her head to one side and took a mouth full of her white glistening neck – she let out a muffled groan – I closed my eyes and succumbed to the ecstasy she was receiving. I could feel everything and I wanted it all!

He let her go and gently pushed her down to his hardened cock – it was then he looked over at me! Even though I could not see his face, I was sure I knew him, I knew those eyes and that wicked teasing mouth….. I was shaking my head at him

"No not with them" I gestured with my eyes, - he smiled as he watched a number of tears trickle down my face.

He moved his legs apart. The naked beauty behind him moved down and nuzzled his inner thighs, she was on her hands and knees as her tongue gently teased his testicles. I could see many small beads of sweat covering her arched back; they were stunning and shinning like diamonds in the candlelight.

From the front, his cock was being gently sucked and caressed - further into her mouth it went, pink lips tight around him, tongue teasing, lips firmly gripping! Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards – his moaning grew louder……. His hands were firmly caressing her neck and shoulders and moving up through her blonde hair, he was looking down at her - his open mouth taking in every bit of air his lungs could hold, the pleasure he was experiencing I could only imagine was, over-whelming ……..

"Nooo more, please stop, No more damn you!"" I wanted to scream as I watched the three of them deliberately perform in front of me.

I struggled again, my arms and shoulders burning with pain, my face covered with tears….!

He turned his head suddenly and looked over at me.

Did he see me struggling I wondered? I was terrified and tired to stay perfectly still, I had disobeyed him!

"Stop!" he said out of breath.

Both women obeyed immediately and stood up, their black masks clearly wet with sweat, their breathing laboured - he kissed them both heavily on the lips, they then turned from him and walked back to the end of the bed.

Facing me, he lowered his eyes - He said not one word – nothing! He didn't need to his eyes said it all. He was angry, he was horny and it was now my turn….

He walked slowly toward me, his breathing shallow, his mouth firm and determined. His eyes never left mine, he was scaring me!

I wanted him desperately, I had wanted him all evening, but now I was afraid……..afraid of my captor, afraid of what he would do to me....

"Naughty, naughty, Jenny" he said as he ran his hands up my arms to the leather brown strap that bound my wrists to the headboard. He removed the strap from the headboard but left my wrists still tightly bound together. My arms were then gently brought over my head and placed across my stomach.

How good it felt to let my arms feel freedom again.

"You must learn to obey me," he said quietly. He slowly inspected my naked body as he moved down to my ankles.

I felt humiliated lying there with my legs wide open - with the two masked women watching, even though earlier they had tasted me. I looked away as he slipped each ankle from the slipknots that held them firmly.

"Look at me!" he demanded firmly - I did what I was told

I kept my eyes firmly fixed on him as he carefully moved my legs together.

"Do not move, and do not speak!"

He moved back up the side of the bed to my waist and untied my wrists – I did not move, I did not speak and I never took my eyes from his.

*The brown leather strap was placed on the bed next to my head.

Holding my wrists tightly, he caressed the red marks left behind from the leather straps. He moved around each wrist soothing the fine welts with the moisture from his tongue and lips. I closed my eyes and took pleasure from his tender touch.

Unexpectedly, he bent down and placed his firm lips on mine and kissed me with a passion so blinding I thought I would faint.

I allowed him to slowly bring my arms above my head and onto the pillow. Still holding my wrists tightly he kissed my neck and shoulders and then back onto my waiting mouth. I kissed him back more wanting than ever.

He moved away and stood up next to the bed.

"Do not speak" he said coolly.

He took hold of my wrists and pulled me to my feet – I was dizzy and found it hard to stand. He held me firmly with my hands at his chest.

I could just feel him against my skin, my nipples hardening as he moved closer toward me.

I let my head tip back just a little and shut my eyes tightly, I took a couple of deep breaths and could feel the blood start to follow freely again through my body.

"Look at me Jenny" he said

I did as I was told.

He lowered my arms and placed them against my hips – abruptly he spun me around, brought my arms together around my back and tied them tightly with the leather strap he had placed next to the pillow. He forced me firmly over the edge of the bed, with my toes just touching the floor.

"Do not speak"

He was breathing heavily as he held me there. I could feel his legs against mine. I could feel his hardened cock move against my buttocks…..

I wasn't afraid – I wanted my captor to control me, to dominate me, to punish me, and to screw me. ………

I turned my head and lay there looking at the two women behind the end of bed. It was my turn and I wanted them to watch and want just as much as I had been made to!

"Do not move"

He placed both his hands around my neck and firmly rubbed them down over my shoulders and arms and onto my back – He bent over my naked body and bit gently into my neck. This sent a wave of intense shivers all over my body – I closed my eyes………

His body was on fire as he rubbed himself over my skin. He kissed and sucked seductively each of my fingers as he moved over my tied wrists. He was at my hips now, kissing, controlling and dominating my body with his touch. Lower now, onto my buttocks. Each one in turn kissed and caressed, I could fell his heavy breath between them, I could feel his tongue between them – I thought I would come right there.

I wanted to moan, oh god how I wanted to moan – I fought to keep control!

He moved each of my legs apart with his knees and then ran his hands firmly down the inside of my legs. I was supporting my legs on the tips of my toes as he tightly took hold of both ankles, he proceeded to kiss and tease my inner thighs working his way closer and closer to my wet swollen lips ……….He didn't stop…. He kissed and licked and sucked and teased me until I came…….oh fuck!

I bit down hard into the sheets to stop from making any noise, I couldn't take anymore, I wanted him to stop.

"Do not move Jenny" he said deeply and out of breath..

"Do you want me, do you want all of me Jenny?" he asked whispering in my ear.

I would not speak and I would not now disobey him.

I nodded in agreement.

He leaned against me, his hard cock between my buttocks;

"Well then, you shall have all of me"

I felt him move back from my body and heard him remove the black mask that had covered his face. My captor was unmasked and I wanted to turn and look, I was excited I needed to know who he was – who it was that had put me through this strange night of pleasure – a pleasure I had never felt before.

He placed the mask next to my face. I could smell his sweat, - I could see his sweat….he was still torturing me!

He moved toward me and carefully placed his cock against my lips and very very slowly entered me.

He griped my hips and slowly moved back and forth but only just inside of me, not too far, but just on the very edge, massaging my now very wet and swollen lips…..

I wanted all of him, I needed all of him!

I stayed perfectly still and softly moaned with every movement of his hips.

He moved his hands up onto my waist and as he did he entered me just a little deeper, still methodically moving back forth - his breathing had become heavy and deep. I could feel him getting harder still…… back and forth, back and forth.

I moved my legs further apart and lowered myself so I could feel the floor with the balls of my feet.

I felt him stumbling to untie my hands – he then placed them on either side of my face…

" screw me " I whispered

"Oh god" he said, as he pushed hard against me, back and forth, harder still, back and forth –

He leant down and bit gently into my left shoulder and neck – I could fell his face against mine, I could smell him – I knew that smell, the scent of his aftershave - I knew him!

He moved further inside of me until I had all of him – harder against me he moved, faster, firmer……….into my buttocks he moved.

I knew him, I knew my captor!

I opened my eyes and looked at the two women still standing at the bed, they were removing their masks!

"No, no, no" I called out - I could feel I was going to come again, it was building, – so intense like nothing before, unbelievable, a dream even!

"Screw me Grant?" … I called his name.

I watched as the two naked women dropped their masks to the ground…….

"Oh god, oh fuck " he said as has he came deeply inside my body!

He kept moving inside me, back and forth – harder, and harder!

The two women standing at the foot of the bed, well I knew them too. They were me!

I watched as they smiled, I watched them both and smiled back as I came……….

A Beautiful Sunset

2009-06-25T02:00:00.000-07:00

The colours astound my eyes as I rest with my head on your chest, eyes blinking lazily, satiated, happy, content, and in beautiful surroundings. I smile as we watch the sunset. As Master and submissive, as lovers, as friends. All rolled into one.

I tip my head up, and kiss you gently. I smile and slide up to your ear, whisper gently in it, "I love you, Master," before returning to my previous position, a bratty lil grin on my face. You turn my head to the side, forcefully, yet gently hold my head there as you whisper, "I love you, little one."

I shiver, my body tensing against you, my nipples hardening and brushing against your side, my legs quivering as I strain to keep them from clenching and giving away my reaction. You smile, a soft laugh as you note the reactions and I realize, but don't mind, that I've failed.

You flip me onto my back, tilt my head back with the grip in my hair, you nip and bite my neck, my soft, nearly silent groans a sign of approval and pleasure. Your hand releases my hair and moves down to the back of my neck, rubbing, the other guiding my hand down to stroke you.

I slide my hand up and down you as your bites move down to my collar bone. You slide my hands up, pin them over my head and growl in my ear not to move them, with a soft shiver, I nod in compliance. You leave a hand up there, effectively pinning them and swat my thighs apart, kneeling between them, leaning down over me and kissing me as you press your hips into mine, guiding yourself to my entrance. I lift my hips in a silent plea, and you press into me, agonizingly slow, teasing me with the speed of your entrance and the small pulls back, taking what you give.

I growl softly at you, and look abashed at the raised eyebrow you give me. You smile, and continue teasing. I feel your gentle throbbing and take heart, hoping it can't last too much longer. My hopes are brought to life as you suddenly thrust hard into me, dragging a gasp of surprise from me. You lean down and whisper in my ear, "Don't cum, little one. Wait for me. Wait until I tell you."

I reply, between gasps, "Yes, Master."

You set a steady pace, thrusting inside me, head tipped down to bite and suck at my nipples. I squirm a little under you, trying to concentrate on anything to provide the small ounce of control needed to wait for you. You sense this, and whisper again into my ear, "Little one, I'm going to pull out. Flip over."

I nod, incapable of speech as I fight to control my orgasm, and you slide out of me. Resisting a whimper, I flip over onto my stomach, and you lift my hips up. I arch my back and turn my head so I can see out of the corner of my eye and you grip my cheeks and spread them, not gently, but not rough either, a thumb sliding down to massage the small pucker revealed to you. You dip your thumb inside my moist entrance before bringing it back to the small star, and massaging the moisture into me.

I moan gently and try to press back on the thumb, trying to press it inside me, then it's removed, and I sigh in disappointment. I feel something warmer and still very wet pressing against me next, and smile, pressing back into it as I feel it seek entrance. I gasp as it slips in and stifle a moan. You hold onto my hips, and slowly pull me back onto you, pushing into me at the same time, gently, steadily.

I relax as the small burning pain slowly goes away, replaced with the full, deep pleasure of having you there. You start to thrust slowly into me, gaining gasps and soft whimpers of pleasure from me. You smile as you feel me pressing back into your thrusts, and gentleness falls away, replaced by need, as you thrust harder, faster, deeper. I respond, needing every bit of it.

You lean over, grabbing my hair and pull my head back, "Don't forget, wait until I say to cum, little one."

I gasp out, "Yes, Master," and tug my head away, trying to get my hair released. You return your hand to my hip and continue to thrust into my, faster, more erratically as you get close. I hear your breathing, and clench, moving my hips a little as you thrust in, attempting to increase your pleasure, and feel you tense and thrust hard, as you cum, and growl out, "Cum with me little one."

My orgasm hits me fast and hard as you thrust once more into me, and me back onto you. I bury my face in the comforter as I cum, breathing harshly.

You slowly caress my back as I relax, and you slide out of me. I flop to the bed, turning my head towards you as I feel the bed shift with your weight, and grin at you.

"That was a beautiful sunset." I giggle.

"What sunset?" Your smile makes my heart soar.

"I love you, Master."

A Beautiful Morning and Night

2009-06-24T02:00:00.000-07:00

I woke up very horny this morning. Stretching I reach for my trusty vibrator. I began to masturbate and fantasize, oh how good it feels. I am on the grounds of an estate sitting beside a large lake. My lover walks up behind me and kisses me on the neck. He takes me by my hand and leads me over to a tree, tells me to lay down with my hands above my head and he blindfolds me. I follow the directions and he ties my wrists to the tree. I could hear him walking away then all was silent. All but the bird and a dog barking in the distance. After a bit, I felt something stroking my body. It feels as though he is using a feather. The gentle touch sends goose bumps through my body. I feel the arousal building inside me.

"MMMMM you liked that don't you my dear?" He whispered

"Yes, please don't stop."

He parted my legs and began to stroke my pussy with the feather. My moans begin to get louder. Then I feel him insert his fingers in side of me and stroking me, his tongue licking me avoiding my growing clit. He does not want me to climax to soon so he slows his movements. He so enjoys making me beg. My moans are getting louder, my hands trying to get free so I good touch myself. It was useless and I knew that. Thinking to myself "Oh God, I wish he would let me cum."

Then, I feel his tongue slide into me, he knows that drives me crazy. At the same time he is pinching my tender nipples. My groans are louder, my breathing faster and I begin to fidget, pushing down on his tongue.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, please, I can't wait, oh I got to cum babe. Please, I promise I will do anything you want tonight."

With that plea, he pulls his tongue out and whispers "with a promise like that how can I turn you down my sweet."

Once again he buries his head in my pussy and starts to nibble, tug and suck on my clit. Before long I was at full arousal cumming over and over. He loves to push me to the point where I have multiple orgasms. After what seemed to be hours, but in reality was only several minutes, I collapsed in exhaustion. I laid there in the fetal position waiting for my heart to slow. He lays down and pulls me into his arms, gently kissing and stoking me. Once I relaxed and snuggled against him for a bit, he whispered " We need to get back to the house, my dear, or we will be late for work." I groaned and he laughed. He picked me up and carried me up to our bedroom.

As Ii stood in the shower, letting the water hit my body. As I wash myself I begin to wonder what you had in store for me tonight. You have been so unpredictable lately.

LATER THAT DAY

I am sitting at my desk. I look at my watch, "damn, it is only 4:30." I have been thinking about what you had in mind for tonight. I got up and went into the ladies room. I was alone. I slipped into one of the stalls. I pulled out a mini vibe and started to rub my clit. "MMMMM, that's good" I thought. Someone just came in, I flushed and left the stall, washed my hands and went back to my desk. There was a message on my voicemail telling me that you would be home at about 8ish. That you left instructions for me at the house.

I get home and find this note on the entry table:

Darling,

Do the following and I will be home at around 8 be ready for me.

- Go shower and put on the red silk and lace bra and panty set, I like.

- Put your dog collar on

- In the basket put the following items: 5 vibrators of various sizes, the paddles,

The blindfold that goes over your head (so, you can't peek), bottle of lube and

A butt plug.

- Go to the back veranda, place the basket in front of you, put the butt plug in your ass,

Put the blindfold on and stand with your hand at your side. NOW JUST WAIT!!!

I followed all the instructions and am in place by 7:50. All I have to do now is wait. I am standing

Perfectly still. I know there is a chance that you are hiding somewhere watching me. My legs are starting to ache and it is chilly. My mind keep wondering back to our encounter this morning. I know I am getting wet. I wish you would get here already.

All of a sudden I felt his hot breathe on my neck. His hand slowly stroking my arms, sending chills through me. You remove my bra slowly. I feel the cold of metal being attached to my nipples. His hand moving down my body. I keep my eyes down. I see him stand in front of me. "Get on your knees!!!" His pants fall to his ankles. "Open your mouth wide." As Instructed I open wide and he shoves his massive dick into my mouth. " Suck, take it deep." He grabs my head and shoves my head into him. After some time He gets hard. He pulls out and walks behind me. "Bend over and stick your ass up." As I do it, he pulls the plug out of my ass. I wince in pain. He places his hand on the small of my back and thrusts his dick in and out of my ass. He thrusted over and over again until he shots his load. My moans and groan are load and steady. My arousal is at about pike. I whimper begging him to allow me to cum. He picks me up and carries me over to the oversized chair. He sits me down, with my legs spread over the arms of the chair. He kneels down and then removes my blindfold. He buries his head in my pussy and starts licking me and sucking on my swollen clit. Within minutes my body is shaking as my arousal climaxes over and over again. When I finally collapse and he finishes eating me he picks me up and places me on to his lap. We snuggle for hours sipping wine and loving each other.

A Beautiful Day Hike

2009-06-23T02:00:00.000-07:00

It's a gorgeous summer day. My new friend Nancy and I decide to take a hike and enjoy the beauty of the Cascades. She's a petite, athletic and immensely sexy young Asian woman. I let her take the lead as we climb one of the smaller peaks so I can enjoy the view of her hot little ass, the cheeks peeking out from underneath her denim short-shorts as she climbs. The sheen of sweat gradually increases on her legs, the muscles defined gloriously in the bright sunlight. Mountains and trees aren't the only beautiful, natural things in sight!

Eventually we arrive at a clearing on the summit, have a leisurely dinner and share a bottle of wine. Then I reach into my backpack for the rope and black silk scarves I've carefully packed for the occasion. She strips slowly and seductively for me, first rubbing her breasts through her tight little tank top until the nipples stand out proudly in the clean mountain air, before peeling the top off over her head. Then she takes off her shorts, turning around and raising her shapely butt in the air as the shorts drop to the ground. She steps out of them, now clad only in tiny bikini panties, socks and hiking boots.

She turns to face me, locking eyes, licking her lips, and sliding one hand under the panties, massaging her pussy as the other hand alternates between her nipples, pinching one then the other. We don't speak a word at this point. I approach her, kiss her deeply and passionately, running my hands down her sides and around to her ass, pulling her close and kneading her cheeks. Then I pull her panties down to the middle of her thighs, exposing her lovely little shaved pussy. I fall to my knees, twist the cloth of the panties in my right hand as my left rubs her breasts and my tongue explores the moist crevice between her legs, flicking at her clit, sliding down her slit and then thrusting inside her. Then I grasp her ass firmly but gently, turning her around as my tongue and lips gravitate to her cheeks, the crack of her ass, and finally her anus. As I pleasure her puckered brown hole with my tongue I spank her ass, first one cheek then the other, until its rosy glow approximates that of the now setting sun.

I grab the panties, twisting them tighter between her thighs, and pull her down so she is now on hands and knees, her ass in the air, waiting for me, her pussy now very wet. She moans and writhes as I slap her butt a few more times, with a little more force this time, leaving delicious handprints on her flesh. Next, I tie one of the scarves around her eyes, blindfolding her, rubbing my crotch against her inflamed ass. Then I take another scarf, trail it lightly over her ass, her back and the nape of her neck, letting her revel in its silken texture before stuffing it in her mouth.

Then I take another scarf, pull it taut across her mouth, and tie it securely at the nape of her neck, gagging her firmly as I kiss her upper back and shoulders. I'm still fully clothed, but my hard-on is raging to be set free as I look at this sensual woman in such a beautiful setting. There are a few drops of wine left in the bottle, so I dribble them down the crack of her ass, and lick them up as they flow down to her bung-hole, teasing her pussy lips with the neck of the bottle, then sliding it inside just a little as I twist the fabric of her panties. Next, I pull the panties further down so I can spread her ass even wider with both hands. She holds the position like a good girl, and I spank her - hard this time - eliciting moans and whimpers through the silken gag.

I reach around to grasp her arms, pulling her up on her knees, bringing her arms behind her back and crossing her wrists. Then I bind her wrists tightly behind her back. I take my backpack and put it in front of her so she will have something to rest her head on, and push her forward, her now crimson ass cheeks still spread wide. "Now play with yourself," I tell her, "you can reach it! Rub your knuckles across your pussy! Now stick a thumb in your ass and fuck yourself while I get these damned clothes off!"

I pour some oil on her ass, and then get rid of my shirt and shorts and underwear as I watch her pleasure herself, her thumb slipping in and out, cheeks quivering, saliva wetting the silken gag. After putting some oil on my now fully erect cock, I get down on my knees, grasp her ass cheeks firmly, spreading her even wider, and start rubbing my shaft up and down her crack. The sounds of her moaning and panting through the masking of the silk is so intensely erotic that I can't wait any longer. I slip the head of my cock into her ass, moving in just a little bit, then back out. "Do you want it, Nancy? Do you want me to fuck your tight little asshole? Then move it for me! Push back against me and fuck me with your ass!"

She pushes back slowly, eventually engulfing the full length until my balls grind against her pussy. "Go on, fuck me hard," I say, "your asshole is SO tight and warm!" I grab her wrists with one hand, lifting her up slightly as she bucks against me, and reach underneath her with the other hand, gently rubbing her clit, then finger-fucking her sweet, smooth pussy. She cums on my fingers, her screams muffled by the silk. After licking my fingers clean, I grab her wrists with both hands and slow down the rhythm of the ass-fucking, s-l-o-w-l-y sliding my cock all the way in, grinding my pelvis against her, then pulling almost all the way out, just as slowly.

After a few minutes, I pick up the tempo again, fucking her really hard now, faster and faster. She cums again just as I feel the sperm rising in my loins, ready to shoot forth. Her asshole feels so good that I slow down again, holding back my orgasm. "Stay still," I say, "don't move now, just feel my hard cock deep inside you. Now flex your ass muscles, tighten yourself around me. OH, that's it!" Finally, I can hold back no longer. I let go of her wrists, grab her ass cheeks, and go back to pounding into her, long and deep. As my cum at last spurts deep in her butt, I spank both of her cheeks repeatedly, very hard. When I pull out, the sight of my cum welling up out of her tight little hole is so sexy that I can't resist laying down on the ground underneath her, eating her pussy out, and bringing her to another writhing orgasm, assisted by my finger sliding in and out of her ass, wet and slippery with my cum. She tastes delicious, just the right dessert!

A Bath at Jay's

2009-06-22T02:00:00.000-07:00

I hear the tumbling of water as I walk down the hallway. I can hear by the density of it falling that the tub is almost full.

My feet ache, my back is tense and my neck so sore. My eyes are nearly closed as I move with weary feet towards the door. I can feel the steam on my face and smell the faint fragrance of Roses caressing the air. My mind grows lax and I shut my eyes and inhale deeply, drawing the scent into my body then releasing it on a sigh.

My senses awaken again as I feel your hand stroke the side of my face. My head tilts slightly into your palm - you linger there briefly before drawing me near in an embrace so delightfully tight, i sigh in pleasure at being there.

Hands that never seem to be rested travel up my back with controlled pressure. You run them down my shoulder blades, on either side of my spine to the small of my back, causing me to arch my breasts into you. You continue on as if you hadn’t noticed, over my waist, my hips, holding me there and squeezing once before moving to the zipper at the back of my skirt.

In lazy motions you slide the zipper down as you hook your thumbs beneath the waistband, taking the skirt and my underwear with it, you push them to the floor.

Crouched down in front of me you let your skilful hands wander back up my legs and stomach, you follow your hands as you rise up before me again. Under my shirt, your aching touch travels to cup my breasts, while indulgently you flick a nipple, I really try not to moan.

Rounding my ribs to my back and down, your hands firmly push into my now naked ass. You squeeze those curvaceous mounds almost angrily, negligently releasing them to flutter your fingers calmly again over my stomach, undoing each tiny pearl button from the base of my shirt up.

Your work hardened hands push into my breasts as my head falls back, curving my spine away from you. I feel once again the barely controlled need behind your touch. I want to wrap my leg around your waist and draw you in, but I don’t.

Eyes shut and lost in enjoying your hands cool touch holding me, it’s a shock when you release them with one last firm squeeze. Denied of your touch, my eyes and mind are bought back instantly to the present.

My head giddy and swirling, my orientation slightly off balance, you un-clasp my bra, running your hands over my shoulders, almost in a perceived kind of boredom, you remove the last of my clothing. They hit the floor unnoticed as your hands hold my arms firmly in place. I’m locked still, before you lazily draw your large hands downward over the length of my arms, taking my hand to guide me gracefully into the water.

I sit gingerly at first into the heat and steam of the bath, then wrap my arms around my upraised knees. Chill bumps surface along my flesh when I make contact with the water sending shivers over my scalp and causing my hair to feel as though its standing on end.

You squeeze hot water from a sponge rhythmically over my back, hypnotizing me with its silent warmth and tranquil pattern. My chin rests on my knees as my hands drop to my sides. I move my head around in slight circles as the tension begins to ease. Your hand on my shoulder forces me back to submerge fully into the water.

Keeping my eyes shut, I feel your stare as it roams my body. I ignore the lust emanating from you as you watch me, with water so still and you so silent.

I can feel you moving around now, the steam in the room stirring, as you move on silent feet. The click of a switch distracts me until the soothing strains of music gently caresses my ears and brings a smile to my face

The water ripples as you reach down disturbing its still state, you raise my knee to the side. With eyes still shut I raise a brow in silent enquiry, you answer by reaching across and moving my other knee.

I lay in the draining heat, resting back, eyes shut, drifting in the peace I’m feeling, with legs wide open to the waters soothing embrace and your eyes, an unblinking stare fixed upon me.

I’m nearly asleep when the first cold rush hits my now warm skin, the sound of water pumping through jets, drones on in my head.

I shiver at first, until the jubilant bubbles dance over me and hot water rushes through, warming once again.

Lost in my own calm and languid absorption, a tingling sensation surprises me reaching my very core, awakening my desire.

The warm tingles begin to quicken my pulse and I start to get restless. My hand glides over my stomach trailing the backs of my nails over my skin to my breasts, my neck, my throat, where splayed tense fingers touch, feel and explore. Around my jaw and down my throat, my hand moves and my head starts to roll from side to side.

The pulse at the base of my throat picks up an erratic beat as tense fingers move to the tops of my breasts. My pulse is racing faster as my other hand comes up to help push my breasts up and together.

They move, these hands of mine, with a single mindedness of their own to the undersides of my breasts pushing them up with forceful palms to roughen nipples that are now hard. My fingers play and pluck and pucker them more. I can’t resist a pinch and twist as my head falls back on the edge of the tub, a small moan of pleasure escapes from my throat as I leave my pleasured breasts.

With my uncontrolled hands moving and trailing each other to the insides of my thighs, my nails rake the soft flesh there and proceed to twine themselves in the closely trimmed matt of hair that covers my aching flesh.

With lips pulled back, and a steady flow of water hitting me, my mind spins out of control once again, my finger slides over my clit and a gasp of surprise is wrenched from my mouth as I feel, unbelievably, the thick silky dew clinging to me.

In my pleased state I begin to twirl, flick, twist, push and squeeze that little bud. Fingers dip in and out of me, hard, fast and deep.

My legs tense up as I feel my face reddening and warm alarmingly, I know my climax draws near. My temperature rises with the speed at which my fingers move. Water splashes around me, my legs close, locking my hands in place, then release again as I acknowledge the enhanced pleasure it creates.

I cum in a blinding flash that has my back arched and hands firmly locked between thighs that now shake. My eyes remain closed as my muscles begin to relax and calm as the now stilling water does.

My hands, not game to move away from the twitching shock of what my clit and cunt has gone through, remain trapped between my legs as they fall to one side.

So lost in my satisfaction I forgot about you, until a firm grip is attached to my chin, jerking my head around sharply. I look up into harsh lust crazed black eyes, eyes that promise a thousand promises of retribution and your alarmingly gruff whispered “Get Out Now” has me jumping from the tub quivering again in need.

You grab my hair and propel me from the room dripping wet. I try to gain my footing as I slip and slide down the hallway with you pushing me roughly in the back, past your room, past the kitchen and into the dining room. A harsh push from you on my shoulder forces me to my knees.

I know I’ve fucked up and I’m ready to pay the price. You yell at me to stay put and I quiver deeply inside. You leave the room and I can hear you stomping around, realizing how stupid I’ve been. I know your mad, so very mad at me and as my body shivers I know the time has come to give you more of myself.

You come back into the room and my head is lowered, showing you that I’m yours for whatever you need. I think I’m prepared to give whatever it takes to remove that cold hard look in your eye, but I need you to give me that look of pride that shines from you when I make you proud.

I’m scared but the underlining need in me to please you is a heady turn on. I keep this knowledge to myself; it’s your right and tonight its time for me to give to you.

You wrap your hand in my hair and pull my head firmly towards you and whisper in my ear. “You like to cum do you my love?”

“Yes.” I unthinkingly reply.

“Yes what?”, you bellow in my ear like a wounded bear, as my head is yanked back and a squeal is dragged from my throat. I close my eyes and think to myself, God why does this man make me forget who he is.

“Yes Sir”, I reply while forcing myself to open my eyes to look directly into yours, eyes that are normally so beautiful, are so cold and mocking in your rage for me, that I feel your displeasure swirling around me.

Almost desperately I’m filled with the need to please you. And it’s that need that makes me lower my eyes and forget about any challenge I would normally of protested.

You start to pull me up from my bowed position, slowly, so very slowly, the muscles in my legs strain from the slow climb and my neck aches from the grip you have on me. When I’m standing in front of you, I bow my head as you’ve taught me to, my still wet body shivering as I stand there waiting for your next instruction.

“Spread your legs” I do so and quickly.

“Is that cunt of yours still wet?”, you ask with sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Yes sir.” You reach down and feel the slickness between my thighs - whipping a coiled towel off your shoulder you thrust it between my legs. One end is behind my back and the other at my stomach. You lean over my shoulder and twine the end of the towel around your large hand, the friction this creates against my wet pussy is more arousing then punishing.

I begin to humour you and your brand of punishment. You must have detected that I’m feeling this way as a sigh of pleasure barely audible but still heard, escapes my mouth. You pull the coil up roughly and the abrasive towel spreads my lower lips, I gasp loudly as a slight sting to my cunt is created with your movement. “Mm feel good my girl”

“Yes sir.” I reply as I lean into your hard chest.

“Is this for my pleasure or yours?”, you ask flatly.

“Yours sir.”

“That’s right girl, mine not yours.”, you state as you draw the towel up higher on my stomach, scratching it over my clit roughly sending shooting spasms of pleasured pain through me.

I start to writhe against it, subtly, hoping you don’t notice as you pull it back and forth in between my lips and butt again and again.

Not being able to help myself even as I feel my moisture being dried and wiped away from me, I moan out loud and you pull back on my hair forcing my head backwards and stretching my neck taut. You push me forward the few remaining steps to the table and hold me down by the neck.

As my breasts press into the cold surface, my chin rests just beyond the table’s edge. I feel a resounding slap followed by a sharp pain on my behind. In automated protest I reach my hand around to protect and rub my aching cheek, only to have you grab a hold of my arm, twisting it up and behind my back, pinning me down to the hard surface like a butterfly to a board.

I try and squirm out of your grasp as another slap rings in my ears and on my ass. I scream out as another is placed directly over the first and as tears start to run unchecked from my eyes you slap me again.

I’m weeping now in genuine pain as my ass smarts with each slap, but still, I hold back the oaths of names that I’d like to call you as they run through my mind.

You release my arm and tell me not to move just in the nick of time, because my runaway tongue was about to lash you. I can’t move anyway but agree with a snuffling, “Yes sir.”

When you enter the room next I’m not game to move a muscle, you run your hands leisurely over my ass cheeks and thighs, and my legs quiver and strain as I await the next slap. It doesn’t come and instead I feel your finger run the length of my crack all the way down to my clit where you circle it once and feel the moisture I’m not able to hide.

Your firm hands cruise down the backs of my thighs and I feel you crouching behind me, my breath is locked in suspended animation as I feel you tap the inside of one ankle. I move my leg as you silently request and I feel you tie it to the table leg, with twin actions you do the same to the other.

Once again your warm strong hands travel the length of me and over my ass, commenting on how my white globes have turned pink, as a single finger traces lovingly your hand print there.

You continue up running your hands over my back, my shoulders and down my arms into the palms of each hand, swirling a finger around in there, sending goose bumps down my spine, calming me, petting me. You lean in and gently tell me to put my hands behind my back, I hesitated for one second too long and another slap to my rear has my arms moving quick enough.

You bind them there tightly and walk around me. Your dark blue robe is tied loosely at your waist as you stand in front of me, your erection prominent in it stance. You pull back your robe with the belt still tied and grab my hair once again, this time the tension is not nearly so great as you enjoy seeing me tied down and bending to a will greater then my own.

You rub your cock over my lips, moisturizing them with your seed as it lubricates you. You start to taunt me with it and my temperature builds once again. You ask what I want, with your cock and I tell you, “Sir I want your cock in my mouth.”

You pull my head up higher and ram it straight into my throat. I gag at first, at your unexpected full thrust. Thankfully you hold still until I can breath again and you ask me on your withdrawal if I want to be fucked in the mouth. “Yes sir, please sir, fuck my mouth.”, again you push in all the way but this time I’m ready for you.

You fuck my mouth using it brutally as you pound into me while I hold my jaw locked so I don’t unintentionally scrape you with my teeth. I can’t catch a breath even as I breathe through my nose; your thrusts are so great.

I can feel your seed rising from your balls and taste its almost arrival. You pull out of my mouth and clamp your hand around your balls and the base of your cock, walking around behind me and rub your cock up and down over my slick cunt and lips, I’m so wet, you can feel it and smell it all around me.

You stick the head into me and leave it there. I try to wriggle back onto you and you slap my ass again making me stop. You grunt as my ass reddens more and I feel your cock thrust in between my ass cheeks, your hot cum lands on my butt, my back and the tips of my tied fingers.

I feel the warmth of your cum briefly before you dip your fingers into it and play around, swirling and rubbing it into me. Your slick fingers trail over the base of my spine and follow the hollow path to my ass hole. I feel the spent jism there a second before you plunge your finger into my hole, making my chest come off the table as I adjust to you being there.

You reach up with your other hand and push my cheek back down on the table, holding me still with one hand on my head as you fuck my ass with your finger. Lubricated as I am in my own juice you run you thumb over my clit as I feel another finger inserted into my ass. Then pulling your fingers out, you shove them into my aching pussy, my uncontrolled reaction of course, is to drench you in my heat.

You plunge with three fingers straight in and up as high as you can go, in and out as I start to drip and grip at your hand. “Do you want to cum my little slut?” You ask me ravenously.

“Yes sir please let me cum”

“NO” is your immediate reply, “you will not”.

My teeth clench down hard, gnashing them together to try and control my own body as your fingers plunge deeply yet again in my moist cunt just once before you pull out and fuck my ass with your fingers again.

You swap ass, cunt, ass, cunt again and again over and over. Giving one long hard thrust to each and back out again.

I can feel all my muscles clenching with my approaching release and just as I’m about to let go you stop all movement and slap me again. I scream from the pleasure the pain. From the loss, the denial and the frustration of being driven so close to the edge. You laugh and stick your rock hard cock into my cunt and grind it into me. I can feel your cock pushing at my womb, I feel your fingers in my ass.

I can’t move as every muscle in my body shakes in reaction to my forced denial. Straining, sweat breaks out all over me as you pull out of my cunt. Then I feel you press at my anus with the head of your dick and I start to beg you over and over and over, “Sir, please.” You push a fraction further, “Yes please sir.” Further still, “I beg you please sir.” You start to pull out of me, “No sir; please don’t I beg of you.”

“What do you want slut?”, you demand to know.

With out hesitation I say, “Please sir, do it now. Fuck my ass sir, please.” You push back into me and pause yet again, I scream out in demand and frustration and immense arousal. You slap me hard on the ass and plunge in, making me scream over and over, “Sir... sir...”

With my hands still tied behind my back and my legs attached to the table, I’m open and cant move. My breasts ache from being pushed and rubbed against the table with each of your pounding thrusts into my ass. My cunt drips with need and I’m about to explode when you ask. “Does my little fuck want to cum?”

“Yes sir please yes I do.”

“Do you want to cum for me little slut?”

“God yes sir, yes I do.”

“NO”, you bellow again at me as you continue to fuck me. My mind is numb and my body electric, I’m weeping in pain from the need to gain release, I dare not ask you again.

Reaching down between my legs you can feel me dripping, and I’m sure that if you looked you’d see a small puddle on the floor.

You touch my clit and I can’t hold back my scream and when you pull your cock out of my ass I grieve its loss until you bury it deeply into my cunt. You slide back and forth a few times before you pull out again and in one easy motion stick it up my back hole much the same as you did your fingers. You fuck my cunt then my ass with your cock over and over again, I can feel blackness descending and closing in around me, my screams are silent and my will is yours as you fuck into me.

“Will you cum on your own again girl?” You ask me.

“No sir” is my whispered reply.

“Who owns this ripe cunt girl?” You ask as you push your cock into it.

“You do sir. You do”

You push your cock into my butt and fuck it a few times before pausing half way

“I’m going to cum in your ass my little slut.”

“Yes sir, please.”

“Yes sir I don’t think so, you should know what to call me by now”

I take a deep breath as I say the words I never thought I would say. “Yes Master cum in my ass”

You build up the pressure in me as you fuck me over and over harder and deeper and wilder - I know that I’m going to cum and I don’t have the strength to fight it this time. Just as I know my will and my body struggle with each other and give one last fight you demand of me. “Cum slut, cum.”

“Master!” I scream into the night over and over again.

As my screams die off and you slump against me, I feel you untie my arms and they fall to my sides limply as your cock does the same from my ass. Minutes or hours I know not which I feel you carrying me to your room where you tuck me under your arm safely for the night while you gently stroke my hair, I can feel your smile as I drift into a deep, deep sleep.

A Bargain at Twice the Price

2009-06-21T02:00:00.000-07:00

She entered the small store and walked around looking at the furniture. The sales clerk watched from the counter and when she finally stopped in front of a bedside table he moved quickly to her side. As she turned to him she noticed the way his eyes roamed over her body and blushed.

"Can I help you Ma'am?" His voice was deep and husky, his eyes pinned to hers.

She felt dizzy when she looked into his eyes and finally tore her gaze away to look at the table. "How much?"

"Well Ma'am, its actually part of a bedroom suite."

She loved the way it looked and said, "where's the rest of it?"

He replied that due to limited space on the floor the bed and dresser and other table were in the back room. "Would you like to see them?"

She felt unsure, and then felt his hand on her elbow guiding her across the store into a swinging door to the back and into a storage room. They stopped in front of a large 4 poster bed ... He turned to her and smiled. "So, what do you think?"

she silently wondered to herself what she would look like on it...tied spread eagle on top of it. Studying the posts on each corner of the bed to see if they were sturdy, she grabbed each one and shook it a bit. The salesman's curious eyes fell upon her and she noticed that his eyebrow raised a little, he could smell her arousal. his senses were heightened around beautiful women.

He smiled at her, "the mattresses are brand new as well. Firm but not hard, a little bit of pillow top action going on and very comfortable. Why don't you lie down and see how it feels?"

He waited patiently till she was lying down on it. Walking around the bed, he ran his hand up her calf to her thigh never taking his eyes from her. She blushed at his boldness but didn't attempt to stop him. Her legs actually fell open a little as his hand traveled up her thigh and then disappeared under her skirt. When his fingers rubbed slowly across her pussy she moaned, "what the fuck are you doing?"

He grinned then, pulling a scarf up from the leg of the bed and tying it around her ankle. "I'm helping you make a decision."

She was a little scared but aroused by His determination and will to do what He wanted. He could smell her cunt was pulsating and throbbing the moment He touched her. This was a Man who took charge and knew what He wanted. That always turned her on. She looked at him curiously with a small smile on her face. What was He going to do? Her pussy was wet as the silk pressed into her puffy pink lips. Moaning she began to struggle a bit, she didn't want this Man to think she was easy. He grabbed her other ankle quickly, noting that her hips rose at his touch and wrapped a scarf around it. As she started to sit up, he grabbed her throat and slammed her back down on her back, "Where do you think you're going?"

She stammered, "you can't do this to me, it's wrong," even as he pulled her arms taut and bound them to posts as well ..

Sitting next to her on the bed he looked into her eyes. "Comfortable?"

A bit of fear finally appeared in her eyes. Yes I'm comfortable, I think this bed will do fine. "I'll buy it!!!! Now please let me up before we both get in trouble," her voice trembled as it cracked and the breath caught in her throat. This position excited her to no end, all she wanted was to be touched.

"Let you up? Hmmm, how were you planning on paying for this Ma'am? Cash? Check? Credit Card? Trade?" With the last question his eyes gleamed and he tore her blouse open. Her breasts spilled out in their lacey bra and he pulled a cup down to watch her nipple harden. She moaned when she saw the look in his eyes, hunger, lust, savage feral need burning into her flesh.

He tweaked her nipple between his forefinger and thumb and bent to suck the hard nubbin into his lips. She arched into him as his tongue slashed across her nipple, his hand drifting down her belly to unsnap her skirt and yank it open. She lay helpless, bound and writhing under his ministrations as he licked and sucked her nipple and his hand roamed freely over her panty clad groin.

She shook and he recognized that she came!!!! He was happy to see how sensitive she was, he was going to have fun with this one. Writhing and tugging against her bonds, she began pleading with Him. "Please don't touch me there! Pleeeeeeeease," her breath quickened and her eyes flashed as they darted back and forth. Her body had been so unused for so long that his touch made something inside of her she thought long dead come to life These feelings were tremendously overwhelming, she wanted more although she tried to deny it.

Pushing aside her panties he thoroughly explored her pussy with his fingers. Spreading the lips wide he dragged his fingernail roughly through the exposed pink flesh and then pressed and rolled her clitoris.

He growled, "You like that lady? You do don't you? You're nothing but a little whore are you?"

She almost spit when she heard Him call her a whore! I am not a whore!!!!! I am not a whore!!!!!! Take your hands off of me this instant! You have some nerve calling me that name, I am a lady! No, no stop that ....stop....don't!

Grinning he said, "Not a whore? Could have fooled me! You sure react like a whore!" His fingers pressed into her cunt and two of them slid into her wet, slick fuckhole.

He rapidly pumped them in and out of her, her body jerking up and pressing against the invaders even as she wailed, "I'm not, I'm not. I demand you let me go! I am not a ohgoddon'tstopyesrighttherepleasedeeper!" This was spit out of her suburban housewife mouth in one steady moaning string as he brought her higher and higher.

He stroked her rapidly until she reached that point where her thighs flung themselves open and her cunt rose and fell in a steady beat then stopped. Sliding his fingers out of her he bent over her face and licked them clean noisily ... "delicious! Did you want me to let you go now?"

"You Bastard!!!!!!! Growwwwwwwwwls. She writhed beneath His ministrations, her fiery heat rose to an inexplicable temperature, the need within her body betraying what she knew was right. She no longer cared what was right or wrong, she needed to cum so desperately. It had been such a long time since she's been touched like this, "stop tormenting me," she screamed out in a voice thick with lust!!

He grinned, "I guess not!"

She didn't expect what happened next. He tore the skirt from her, his face plunged down into her heat and his tongue raked across the swollen and wet flesh. His teeth captured her clitoris in a snap causing her to flinch with the pain until he suuuuuucked it to a full swollen state. The sensations tore through her body like electricity and she almost tore loose from the bindings. The words coming from her mouth were more like animal grunts than any recognizable language and he tormented her over and over.

Suddenly and without warning an orgasm ripped through her as she roared. Her face contorted in exquisite pleasure as she felt the most incredible feelings rush over her. "Dear goddddddddd ,"she screamed out to Him. "Holy fuckkkkkkkkkk yesssssssss!!" Her entire body, vulnerable and laid out for His pleasure erupted like a volcano, she could do nothing but allow Him to violate her most private parts. Her mind was caught up in a tornado of thought and erotica. She had only viewed pornos that covered things like this and now that she was in the middle of it live and in person, she was ...she was.....out of her mind with lust and need!

He reached over to the bedside table used for display and slid the drawer open. His eyes narrowed as he lifted something from it and her cries of pleasure turned to squeals of horror as he implanted the butt plug in her ass and turned it on. She screamed, "No, no, no, no, please not there. Oh god that's so nasty, please take it out!"

He laughed cruelly, "nasty huh? Don't like it do you? Make you feel like the whore you are? Nasty little fucktoy wanders into a furniture store and 30 minutes later she's tied to a bed cumming like a cumslut!"

He bent his head again and sucked her clit into his teeth .. Two fingers slid into her cunt and he hummed merrily into her pussy as he ignored her pleas.

Her legs were shaking. She tossed her head back and twisted in her bonds as she pleaded with Him to stop. She was losing control of her pussy and didn't know what would happen if she pushed her over the edge. She was afraid of cumming in a Man's mouth, she's never experienced that! "What's going to happen?" Will she embarrass herself...and the feeling in her ass was so dirty, so nasty, so disgusting!!!!!! "I love it...no, no I don't...yes..yessssss I do!" She didn't know what to think, she couldn't think any more. "PLEASE STOP....NO MORE!" Humiliated, she couldn't believe she was at the mercy of such a sex maniac! "If He rubs me there one more time, "I, I, I'm gonna, ohhhhh ohhhhhh ... no, no stop please, don't, don't stop!!!!!"

He bit down on her clit .. shoving his two fingers deep into her, curling them back and viciously massaging her gspot .. he growled two words with the cunt in his mouth and her body at his command. "CUMMM NOW!"

Her body erupted into spasms of orgasms ... her muscles rippled, her thighs flew open and closed around the fingers and his head. The girl was at his mercy, over the edge, a rampant fuckpuppet succumbing to his lust despite herself. As she started to come down from the orgasm she felt the butt plug vibrating away in her ass and she blasted back up the slope into another orgasm.

He drank like a man besotted at her font. Her juices poured from her into his mouth, his fingers scooped honey from her and he stuffed them into his mouth like a bear with a beehive.

Her eyes opened and he could see that she was blind with passion. His features burned into her minds eye and she moaned .... "MOOOOOOOOOOORE!!"

He climbed her body slowly, lips searing into her flesh inch after inch, teeth nipping at sensitive spots, hands stroking her to more ravenous heights. He hovered over her, looking down at the girl bound on the bed. Her body yearned for him, she was completely his to use in any manner he saw fit.

She cried out and bit his shoulder when he dropped onto her, plunging his cock deep into her heat. Her hips rose to take him fully and he stroked slowly and deliberately into her as she cried out in little breathless gasps.

Her body shook again and again at the violation. The girl was hungry and the extreme situation that she found herself in only added to her excitement. A thought ran through her mind, "what if someone shows up?" She realized she didn't care, that she needed this, that only by continuing in this way could she achieve the freedom she so desired.

His hips flexed and rolled slowly, he watched her eyes flicker open and closed. Fascinated by the look on her face he thrust suddenly hard and fast into her depths. Her mouth flung open and her tongue flickered like a lizard on a hot rock. "Yes, please, fuck me, fuck me dammit! I need it, I need it so bad.

Faster and faster he flew in and out of her grasping cunt, the butt plug hummed merrily along in her ass and only increased the sense of pressure as he slammed into her gspot then dragged his cock out to the edge only to drop full force back into her. The shaft of his cock rubbed roughly across her maddened clitoris and the smell of their united sex filled the room.

Her mind twisted with the lust she thought to herself, "I just wanted to buy a bedside table. How did this happen, Oh god, I hope it never stops."

The lewd thoughts racing through her mind took their toll, her body flew into another round of orgasms as the man pounded into her harder and harder. She could hear his breathing, it was becoming ragged and there was a mixture of growls and moans that she found provocative and exciting.

She knew that the time was near for both of them .. the moment was at hand, her body was a constant twitching grasping heaving mass of orgasmic flesh and the man had ceased being fancy about the way he fucked her. It was pure animal savagery that the two were racing towards, a feral bestial madness that would soon take its toll on the both of them.

She glanced up at his face, alarmed by what she saw there. His eyes, "oh god his eyes" had shifted to an insane blue the white all but disappearing from them. His lips were curled back over his teeth like an Alpha wolf protecting his territory, and his nostrils flared as he gulped air steadily through them.

Again she exploded, this man was driving her insane, she'd never been used or satisfied the way that he was taking her.

He saw only her eyes, a fire kindled in the back of them that turned into a roaring conflagration and threatened to consume them both. He slowed, wanting to prolong this moment, absorbed in the cries of passion and lust echoing from the girl. His will somehow overcame his need to fill her with his seed and he whispered in her ear, "more? You really want more?"

Plummeting into the depths of the lust-filled abyss, she murmured through her haze with a growl so fierce that it pierced his ears and ignited a howl from deep in His throat. The girl tightened her pussy up around His cock and roared, "YES I WANT MORE!!!!! I ALWAYS WANT MORE!!!!!!!!!!" She became all consumed with him, the feelings in her body were taking her over, all she wanted to do was cum more. She hyperventilated as her eyes roll back in her head.

His savage hunger knew no bounds, the girl was his, she was taken and conquered and owned by him. Her body reacted to him in a manner that told him she was built for this, that her entire life has been spent moving towards being used properly and viciously by a man who's appetite is endless.

He ground sublimely into her, first his cock shaft then his pubic bone crushing against her clit and racing across her g-spot repeatedly. His hands mauled her flesh, pinching, grabbing, twisting. He reached up and slapped her nipples repeatedly, her cries only serving to make the blows increase in speed and force. Until she was reduced to a pile of fuckmeat. Her entire purpose to be fucked and used. Her mind gone, nothing but pure sensation and need.

He recognizes that she has been pushed far beyond anything she had ever experienced. His aim with her was complete, he owned the girl. Now he could allow himself the pleasure of pouring his essence into her waiting, grasping cunt. The catch in his breathing, the growl in his throat, the tenseness of his ass as it pounded him furiously into her told her what she needed to know. She cried out in lust begging for his completion, pleading for him to fill her and make her serve him.

He came loudly. Brutally his hips like a steam hammer drove him on and on and on as his cock pulsed and sent the hot sticky fluid pouring into her.

She screamed with joy, for some reason she felt complete. He had taken her to a savage, feral side of herself that she never suspected was there. Still bound to the bed, the buttplug vibrating madly in her ass she looked up at the man as he rose from her body.

He returned her gaze, a smirk on his face. "Liked it did you slut?"

Her mouth was dry, her tongue flickered over her cracked lips as her body continued to spasm with aftershocks. "Yes sir, I liked it," she blushed.

"Good," he said. "I don't think its over yet."

She noticed the three men dressed in laborer clothes standing and watching. One of them proceeded to unzip his pants and approached the bed.

"These are my warehouse crew, lady. Treat them nice and the furniture is yours." He walked towards the front of the store. "I've got customers to deal with," he laughed.

She didn't know whether to scream or moan as the three approached her, she only knew it was going to be a long afternoon.

A Barber & Her Master

2009-06-20T02:00:00.000-07:00

My name is Carrie. I’m a ’forty something’ barber. Many guys who’s hair I cut tease with me, some make passes and some try to grope or rub against my 45 DD tits or matching ass. I have bright blue eyes and my hair has platinum highlights. I’ve been called beautiful but I’ll let others make that judgment.

The guys I like get a tit-brush or at the least a button or two undone. I particularly like to do a little flash for the older gentlemen. They seem so appreciative and tip well. I’ve met all types but was not prepared for my last customer that day.

“Is it too late to get a hair cut?”

“Well it’s time to close but I’ll squeeze you in. First I’ll lock the door….. Haven’t seen you before… new to the area?”

“Yeah…. Boy you are lovely.. You must get a lot of business from all the horny guys.”

“I do alright… how do you want it cut?”

“Just a trim… great tits… are they real?”

“Yes and stop touching …. Get your hand away.. DON“T do that again. I’m taking the cape off and putting you out.. Stop.. Don’t pull me..”

“What’s back here? Aha a key.. I’ll lock us in back here… Come on sweetheart.. You know you want to be held and kissed and felt up.”

“Sop it…stop it…. Get off me.. STOP.. I can’t move… (slap) Ouch.. My face..”

“What lovely hair just enough for me to grab.. You like to show off your cleavage… do you? Oh your buttons pop off so easy….

Here… how do you like your nipple pinched? Listen baby….. I’m gona have you one way or another.”

“OH god that hurts…”

“Shut up whore… you’re going love everything we do and you’ll and beg for more…. you know it…. Bitch. You’re gona be my slut whenever I want you…”

“No..no don’t pull my shirt down… stop I can’t move my arms. What are you doing with my scissors?”

“Cutting your bra off …Cunt… you better hope I don’t nick that pretty pink skin of yours.”

(slap…slap) Owo.. That hurts… don’t hit my tits.. “

“Makes your nipples sting.. Doesn’t it?… see how hard their getting… Yeaha… I know how to please a woman.. How about a little tongue… Now doesn’t that feel good. When I pinch and roll your nipple… Hmmm?”

“No don’t tie my arms back… no… no… don’t… don’t pull my jeans down…”

“You’ll be the best cock sucker when I’m done with you…but first … bend over the chair…”

(slap… slap…… slap) “Oh..Oh…don’t spank me… sob… sob…Uha… Uh… sob.“

“Whew.. Your pussy is sopping wet… and tight… I like ‘em tight.. This nipple needs a little pinch to keep it up.. I love titties… and yours are the best I’ve seen.. and pinched… and sucked…

You’re a real whore… and you deserve everything I’m doing to you for being such a prick teaser in high school and I see you haven’t changed…. You don’t recognize me do you Bitch?

“No.. sorry who are you?”

“Too late now slut…I’m gona fuck you doggie style… you bitch… are you my bitch, right?”

“Yes… yes.. I’m your bitch… I’m your whore…. Fuck me…fuck me…”

“No YOU don’t give orders.. I DO… I am your Master.. You have to call me Master..”

“Yes Master… Yes Master.. I will obey…”

“You love me hurting your nipples.. Don’t you? …. Don’t you slut?”

(slap)… “Answer me whore… What?”

“Yes Master.. Yes… I love it when you pinch and twist my nipples… Please ..please..”

“Do you want your Master to fuck you? You want Master’s big cock?”

“Oh yes… Master.. yes… please fuck me.. Fuck your slut… fuck your whore… Owwwwwe FUCK ME HARD… Ouch.. Oh “

“Shut the fuck up… stop screaming.. Bitch.. You deserve all the pain I give you… The hell with your cunt.. I‘m gona fuck you in the ass.. Do like to be butt-fucked.. Whore?”

“Yes.. But…Oh no.. you’re so big… it hurts.. It hurts..”

“How’s this.. Slower… ease it in…. “

“Yes pinch my tit… oh the… . The… Oh Master fuck me.. I need you to fuck me… Please butt-fuck me… hard… yes ..yes.. My clit…rub it.. Oh shit… Oh…god…. Oh Master I’m cumming.. I’m cumming… Oh Master I feel your hot cum fill my ass.. Ohh.”

“Here’s a towel… wipe the jizz off our ass and legs. Here suck my cock clean…. Now get dressed.. I’m going home with you. We’re going to fuck all night… you will be my whore until I‘m through with you.”

“Yes Master.. Yes Master.. I’ll do everything you say.”

*****

“This is where you live?”

“Yes Master… does it please you?”

“It will do… Where is your phone… I‘m calling a friend to share you with… suck my cock till he gets here…. That’s it run your tongue over the cap.. Lick the ridge under…

(slap).. You Bitch.. No biting… now suck… suck my fuckin cock…Oh yaha baby.. Suck it fast.. Yes.. Yes.. Oh shit I‘m cumming… I‘m cumming in your mouth… now swallow it cock-sucker…. Swallow my cum…

Get up and answer the door… whore”

“This is Cal… he’s got a 10 inch, thick dick.. Cal.. This is the slut I told you about.”

“He.. He.. He’s Black..”

“So.. What are you prejudice?… a slut like you?”

“No.. no it’s just that I never..”

“Well white lady tonight is your lucky night..”

“I love watching his big black hands on your lilly white tits… His full dark lips engulfing your pink nipples…

Now Cal.. Now… slide that 10 inch hose between them alabaster boobs…. Suck it bitch.. Fuck his cock with your tits and mouth… fuck it.”

“Man she’s a real slut just like you said on the phone…”

“Yah.. I know a whore when I see one… don’t stop… keep sucking his shaft… Cal.... You want to fuck her hot cunt from behind?”

“Yah Bitch.. Bend over.. Old Cal is gona give you your first Big.. Black… Banging..”

“Open your mouth… I’m gona fuck your face while Cal pounds your pussy… I’ll control you by pulling this lovely blond mane… now suck.. Slut…

Hay Cal you pinch the right nipple and I’ll do the left… You know by pinching her nipples I can make her do whatever I want..”

“Oh shit .. I’m gona cum in her cunt…”

“No… no Cal… pull out.. Cum on her ass… Stop sucking Bitch… I’m cumming on your face and tits… Ohhh…Ahhhaa… fuck….

That was good… Now whore suck on Cal’s Big Black Cock and get him hard again.. Someone’s at the door….are you expecting visitors…?”

“That’s probably my bitch.. Shana. I called after you called I invited her… okay?”

“Sure Cal… the more the merrier… Hi Shana.”

“Don’t Shana me… what the shit is going on here… Cal.. You fucking that white girl?”

“Not right now baby.. She’s just sucking me good and hard.. Come on join in..”

“Her big milky titties do look awful inviting.. As soon as I get these clothes off I’m gona suck ‘em.”

“OH Shana… that big black ass of yours looks so good…. Hey Cal mind if I fuck her while you get blown?”

“No man go right ahead… you’ll see she is a fine piece of ass.”

“Come on white boy.. Fuck my black pussy… fuck me good… make Cal jealous.”

“Keep sucking those tits you Black Bitch I’ll fuck your hot pussy till I fill you with my …

Oh .. Yes… shit… yes… Oh wiggle your ass baby… yes… yes.. Rock back on my rod… Oh shit… Oh shit… I’m gona pull out and cover your sweet black ass with my white cream… Augh.. there.”

“Man.. That’s quite a load.. Stop sucking bitch… I’m gona cover your pretty white face with my hot cum… Ohhh .. Yaha… oH fuck….”

“Damn Cal we got two hot whores here.. Why don’t we have the put on a show for us? Come on Carrie .... You and Shana on the floor lets see some lez-69.”

“Ever eat a black pussy honey…. No?… well get ready.. Here it is…Mmmm you got a sweet cunt for a white girl… Yum…”

“Oh god… yes .. Suck my pussy… fuck me with your tongue…Your fingers… yes… Oh christ yes .. Make me cum.. Make me cum.”

“Yah girlfriend.. As soon as I cum…. Oh yes.. Baby.. lick my clit…. Oh shit.. Ohhh.”

“Pretty hot hey Cal?… I think we got some good times ahead… Okay girls take a break… we got a long night ahead of us.”

“Master… may I ask a question?”

“Sure Bitch.. What is it?”

“You said you were in high school with me .. But you’re…. You’re older.. And I’m sorry.. I just don’t remember you in my class.”

“I wasn’t in your class Carrie… I was your math teacher… and you don’t remember blowing me so you could get a passing grade?…. Hell I gave you a B so you could graduate…. when you deserved an F… I should have gotten a fuck for a B.”

A Bad Seed

2009-06-19T02:00:00.000-07:00

The two women sat comfortably in the shade of the sun umbrella, sipping iced tea.

In the distance, on the far corner of the long back yard, Becky's husband was walking with some difficulty, pulling a small two-wheeled cart over the lawn. He was naked in the hot sun, and was walking bent forward with his hands on his thighs. The cart was attached to him by a thin rope wrapped around his testicles.

"What's George pulling?" Sheila asked.

"It's called a seeder," Becky replied. "You put lawn seed into it, and roll it around and it drops seeds into the grass. Keeps new grass growing."

"How appropriate."

"Yes, isn't it? I told him that since men seem to be driven by the concept of spreading their seed far and wide, this would be a good project for him."

"You don't let George touch you anymore, do you?"

"Well, not really. I let him drink my piss sometimes, or lick my asshole clean after I shit, if he's been real good. But he has to wear a blindfold. He doesn't need to see my private parts."

"I know what you mean. There's no point in spoiling them. Sometimes when I'm having a session with the vibrator, I'll let Jeffrey in the back door. He's only allowed to fuck with his balls, though."

"With just his balls?"

"Yeah, I make him wear a six-inch stretcher, so his nuts are pulled tight. He has to force his balls into my behind to fuck me. Then when I tell him to pull out, I clench down real hard and he has to squeeze his nuts out through a very tight little hole. It hurts like hell and he hates doing it, but I tell him I like the idea of shitting on his testicles."

They both laughed.

"I let him jerk off about every other day, though. He eats it, of course. The only spreading of his seed that goes on anymore is his spreading it down his own throat."

Becky chuckled. "Yes, George eats his, when I let him come. Once I had him jerk off on a mirror and then snort it up through a straw."

They both laughed again.

"We'll have to get boys together some time. I'm sure they'd enjoy licking each other's assholes. That's what dogs do, isn't it?"

"We should have them suck each other off, too. We could videotape that and sell the tape at our fund-raiser."

"Jeffrey might enjoy that part. After his punishment session at that sauna, I'm not too sure about his orientation. Not that I care."

"Oh, you never told me about that. What happened?"

"Well, I put on his collar and dragged him down to that gay sauna downtown. I had to bribe the owner, and even then he made Jeffrey sign an injury waiver form. I didn't let him read it first, though.

"I took Jeffrey downstairs into an anteroom between the showers and the sauna and strapped him over a short bench, on his hands and knees. I greased up his asshole and hung a sign around his neck that read "Sperm Depository - Please kick my nuts if I forget to swallow! - Thank You."

"Wow."

"Let me tell you, he was a real mess when I went back for him. He was completely covered in semen from head to toe, and his nut sack was swollen. He'd probably been kicked a few times, I'm guessing. When I unstrapped him and he stood up, he bent over and puked right away, and he must have puked out about two quarts of sperm. His stomach had been full of it."

"That's an excellent punishment."

"I'm not sure. He probably liked it too much. He's such a pig."

"They all are."

A Bad Day

2009-06-18T02:00:00.000-07:00

It was one of those days when nothing had gone right, and Murphy was working double time.

My entire day was one disaster after another, people wanting my attention, phone calls, irate customers, equipment breaking, and not a moment to myself to think.

i was finally able to escape work and as i was walking to the car it started to rain, not petite little movie rain drops but the cats and dogs kind, and me with no umbrella, figures. On the way home i got stuck in an hour long traffic jam and my cell phone battery died so there was no way to call. i end up walking in the door and hour and 45 minutes late, soaked to the skin, tired, and most of all, worried that You'll be upset with me. As i drop my bag in the hallway and take off my shoes i see You sitting on the couch waiting, watching me, an intense look on Your face and i know something is on Your mind.

i immediately sink to my knees and crawl over to You, that look in Your eyes unmistakable. "i'm sorry i'm late Sir, my day was awful, work was a mess and it took me forever to get out of there, i got caught in the rain, then my phone died and i couldn't call, and i got stuck in traffic," i start, gasping for breath, my eyes welling up with all the pent up emotion of the day.}

"Shhhh baby girl," You say, Your fingers laying gently over my lips. "No apologies tonight, it's obvious you've had a rough day, you look like you've been through the ringer. Just take a deep breath, everything is ok now that ou're home. Let Daddy take care of you."

i nod and look up into Your eyes, thanking You silently for understanding, for knowing me so well and most of all for seeing me so clearly. i scoot closer and lay my head in your lap, nuzzling my cheek against your thighs, letting the tears fall and all the stress of the day fall away with them. i sigh, knowing that no matter what happens outside, here, at home with you, i am safe, loved and don't have to be anything but what i am......your little girl.

i feel your hand on my head, brushing the hair out of my face and the tears from my eyes as you lean down to kiss me. "Your soaking wet sweetheart, lets get you out of these wet clothes and dried off."}

You stand and take my hand lifting me off the floor and putting your arms around me to envelop me in one of your all consuming bear hugs. i sink into the hug and feel you gently kiss the top of my head before you whisk me up into your arms

and head for the stairs. i lay my head on your chest and sigh again, putting my arms around your neck closing my eyes, trying to relax. You take me into the bedroom and sit me down on the bed, kissing me softly. i start to unbutton my

shirt but feel your hands on mine stopping me. You take my hands and place them beside me on the bed, looking deep into my eyes. "No baby girl, not tonight," you whisper "let me. You just sit here and wait while I run your bath for you,"

You see me nod in understanding and smiling you turn towards the bathroom. }

i sit on the bed, eyes closed, breathing deep in an attempt to let the last bits of my day float away. i can hear the water running and moan softly, unconsciously at the thought of a nice hot bath, heaven......}

i suddenly start awake feeling your hand on my shoulder. i open my eyes and see you staring down at me, small smile in your eyes, "You drifted off little girl, are you ready for your bath?"}

"mmmmm, yes Daddy," i moan softly.}

You reach down for my hand and lead me into the bathroom, i gasp as i see that you've filled the room with small candles and the bath is almost full to overflowing with bubbles. my eyes tear up as i turn to look at you, to thank you. i open my mouth to speak and once again feel your fingers against my lips. "Shhh baby girl, no more words, just put yourself in Daddy's hands and everything will be ok."

i shiver, knowing that no truer words have

ever been spoken. Nodding my head i step closer, eyes falling to the floor in silent acquiescence to your will. i stand in the middle of the bathroom and let You undress me slowly. You quickly unbutton my top and pull it off over my

head. Dropping it on the floor you move on to my pants making quick work of those as well, holding me steady while i step out of them. Kissing my neck you reach around to unhook my bra, a deep sigh escaping me as my breasts are free.

You smile and kiss my lips as you reach for my panties, pulling them down kissing my shoulder, my chest, my belly and my thighs as you kneel down to help me step out of those as well. Standing, you reach for my glasses, and place them gently on the counter behind you. i shiver a little, standing there naked in the middle of the big bathroom, then suddenly i am warm, feeling your arms wrapped around me again, your naked body against mine. Turning to you i smile amazed that i didn't even notice you'd taken your clothes off. You laugh and smile back at the look of surprise on my face, "Ready for your bath little girl?" you ask. }

i nod and place my hand in yours, following you to the tub. Standing at the side i wait for you to get in and then step over the edge into the warm inviting water. i sit down in front of you the heat surrounding me like a cocoon, and lay down on your chest my back to you. i feel your hands running up and down my body and i moan softly, squirming against you.}

Behind me i feel you shift as you reach for the shampoo and a cup. i see you dunk the cup in the water but somehow it still startles me as the hot bathwater cascades down over my hair, and my face, warming the rest of me. "Lean back sweetheart let me wash this awful day away," you whisper, hands already in my hair massaging my head. Your hands feel so good, bringing life back to this tired body, waking me up a little. "But Daddy....." i start, suddenly somewhat uncomfortable at being taken care of this way, all this attention being focused on me instead of the other way around.}

You continue to wash my hair but, speaking in a slightly firmer tone you lean close to my ear, "Little one, I said no words, you're not planning on disobeying Daddy are you now?"

i shake my head definitely not wanting to misbehave and dissapoint you, and try to relax into whatever it is you have planned for me.

"Good girl," you say, "this is something I want to do for you. I know that generally it's you who washes and takes care of me after a long day, but just think of this as a reward for being such a good girl lately." You leave it at that and

finish washing my hair, pouring cupfuls of water over me to rinse the soap out.

i squirm against you as you grab the soap and start running it over my body, giggling as you wash the ticklish parts, gasping and groaning when you get to the sensitive bits and linger a little longer than necessary. After you're done you let me sit quietly in the tub, facing you leaning against the opposite side while you quickly wash yourself up. i love to watch you, my eyes wander over every inch of your naked body, each part of you bringing up a good memory, a mental image

of something wonderful. A moan escapes my lips as you stand up and step out of the tub, drying yourself off and then holding up a big fluffy towel for me. Standing up carefully i rest my hand on your shoulder as i step out of the tub. i step towards you, standing on my tip toes to give you a kiss of thanks. For the second time tonight you wrap me up in a big hug, the towel in your hands. You take time drying me off, making sure not to miss any spots then wrap me back up in the towel and carry me into the bedroom sitting me gently on the edge of the bed looking down at me.}

"We're not done yet little girl, there's still the issue of you being late and not calling. I was worried about you, and that needs to be dealt with. I know you've had a hard day, but I know you, and I know you need this." you say to

me, the look in your eyes firm but loving. "I know just as well as you do that there are consequences for breaking the rules, even if you've had a bad day. We can't let you get away with that, can we?"}

i shake my head, well aware that you're right even if i don't relish the thought after the day i had, but knowing it will bring relief and release in the end.

Going over to the toy chest you pull out a few long lengths of soft cotton rope and a new toy that i haven't seen before, a brand new leather crop. Climbing up onto the bed you tie two of the ropes to the posts on the footboard and the other one is looped through the holes in the middle of the headboard, a very familiar configuration to us both. i start to squirm with anticipation as you pull me to the center of the bed, laying two pillows down for me to rest my hips on. Pushing me down to the bed on my stomach You arrange me in the middle of the bed and firmly secure my hands together with the rope being careful to check that

it's not too tight. Satisfied, you move down to the foot of the bed and secure each of my ankles in the same manner, my ass lifted into the air, legs spread open wide. You leave me there for just a minute, alone, to think about what i've done and then i hear you behind me, standing between my legs at the foot of the bed.

i gasp as i feel the first swat of the crop on my ass, soft but shocking none the less. A second follows and then a third and i start to squirm my hips. You're peppering light taps all over my ass, warming me up and i lift my hips a little

trying to get closer to you. You slowly start to increase the intensity and i can hear the crop slap my ass, feel the sting and the warmth rowing. Suddenly you land a hard swat on my damp lips and i cry out, stunned by the heat searing through my pussy. i hear you chuckle at my surprise as you start to crop my slit harder, opening my lips, drawing moisture out of me. You go back up to my

ass and the slaps get louder, i can hear the crop whipping through the air as the handle snaps and my ass feels like it's on fire. i gasp and moan, squirming hard on the pillows, trying to get some relief but not being able to get away. The swats get harder still, each one sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through me. You alternate between my ass and my pussy the room filled with the sounds of the crop and the scent of my arousal. My heart is pounding in my chest and my breath is coming faster, harder, and you know i'm close to my limit. You raise the intensity one more time, wanting to make sure you get your point across, this is a punishment after all. i start to whimper and gasp for air, thrashing in my onds. The tears start to fall from my eyes as you cross the threshold of my tolerance and you know that the lesson has been learned. Slowly the swats become softer, still tapping my ass and my now soaking wet slit, dragging the crop over the

welts and redness. You push the head of the crop between my lips, opening them up that last little bit, tapping my clit to bring me back down to that place where i'm just floating. I gasp and lift my hips to you trying to open my legs up even wider. Even tied securely down to the bed i do my best to entice you, needing you inside me more than anything in the world. i feel the edge of the bed sink and suddenly you are behind me, your hands on my thighs. You lay down on top of me your warm body cool in comparison to the heat

radiating from me. i moan and whimper as you rub yourself against my heated ass, your soft skin like sandpaper against the welts. I hear your breath hard and fast in my ear and i know you have exerted yourself, but i also know that you are incredibly aroused as well. Your hard cock brushes up against my thigh and i moan loudly, turning my head to look up into your eyes silently begging you to take me.

"Mmmmmm," you growl, "is there something you want little girl? Tell daddy what it is."

you press the tip of your cock against the pening of my hot wet pussy i can barely get the words out. "Daddy...pleeease...i need your cock, i need you to fuck me, to take me, to make me yours," i gasp, lifting my hips to try and push

you in further. "You need this cock little girl? Are you sure you're ready? Ready to take care of

Daddy's cock?" you ask, pressing a little closer with each question. "Yesssssssssss god yes please," i moan, "i need you inside me so badly. Please, please, please, i need you Daddy." I hear

You growl again close to my ear. Satisfied with my answer You push yourself all the way into me in one long unending stroke. I shake and whimper as you fill me, stretching me to my limit with almost no warning. You can feel my pussy squeeze your cock tight and this only excites you more, urges you on. Soon you are thrusting in and out of me harshly, using my swollen wet slit to please your

cock. You push me hard into the bed burying yourself so deep. Moaning loudly i suddenly feel you reaching underneath me to play with my clit as you fuck me, holding it between your fingers and stroking it like a tiny cock, making me buck

my hips back into you. i start to shake and i know i'm close, you can feel my pussy start to clench your cock tighter and you growl into my ear, "That's it little girl, cum all over Daddy's cock, you cum on this cock now, right NOW."

i whimper and whine feeling my orgasm building with each thrust of your cock, your words sending me over the edge. Unable to deny you anything i feel myself cumming hard in a rush of ecstacy and blinding light, thrashing under you on the

bed. Just as i start to cum You stretch me even further, the head of your cock swelling as you get ready to cum yourself.

"Again," you growl into my ear, and that's all it takes as another wave of orgasm takes over my body. This time i hear you moan and feel you shooting your hot cum inside me thrusting even deeper than before.

You collapse on top of me, cock still twitching, making me shiver and shake. Kissing the back of my neck, nipping at it just to watch me tremble, you reach up and untie my hands, rubbing my wrists to bring the blood back. Pulling yourself out of me you slowly kiss down my spine, my body convulsing each time your lips make contact. You lean down and untie my ankles, rubbing them as well and then pick me up and wrap your arms around me for the third time tonight, holding me so close, curled up against your body. You kiss me, little kisses all over my face, kissing away the tears, the stress of the day and once again making me your little girl. i look up into your eyes softly thanking you silently. Kissing my cheek you lean in and whisper, "Mmmm, that's my good girl."

A "Walk" in the Woods

2009-06-17T02:00:00.000-07:00

We've decided to go for a walk in the woods. I drive us there in the Jeep and we stop deep in the forest on the edge of a field. All alone. I get out before you, and when you step out of the Jeep, you feel my arm encircle you from behind. My hand gripping your shirt, I tear it open, sending buttons flying. Now you know I'm not really interested in "walking".

My hand inside the remnants of your shirt, I squeeze your braless breasts HARD, and pinch your nipples, biting your neck. You hear the sound of my pocketknife opening. Then you feel the cold, sharp edge of the blade sliding up the side of your leg and under the extremely short skirt you wore to torture me. You feel your thong let loose as I cut through the thin strings holding it against your treasures. There's a slight pull. You feel it sliding enticingly across your pussy lips as I tug it free of your body. You moan at the pleasure. But it doesn't last. I grab your wrists, bringing your arms firmly behind your back. Using your shredded underwear, I bind your hands, putting you COMPLETELY in my control.

You're still facing the Jeep. I push you forward at the waist until your breasts flatten against the warm hood. I push my leg between yours forcing your knees apart. Gripping your wrists with one hand, I place my hard thick cock in your hands. Using my other hand, I push your skirt up over your tan, perfect ass. Then I grab your hair, pulling your head and body back until my cock touches your hot, wet pussy lips. You can feel the head as it nudges at your opening, getting slick with your juices. But I don't put it in you. Instead I make you TELL me you want it. Beg.

When you do, and I'm satisfied you mean it, I shove it in you HARD. ALL the way. RAMMING my hips against your ass, and my cock into your pussy. I fuck you HARD for several minutes, worrying only about my pleasure as I piston my dick in and out. With my hand around your waist, I am fingering your clit bringing you closer and closer to climax, but not really caring yet if you get there.

Then without warning, I withdraw from you, causing you to cry out, and begging me not to stop. Grabbing your wrists, I spin you around and force you to your knees. Looking down at you, I push my cock into your mouth, watching as you suck your juices from it, tasting your own pussy. With your red-lipsticked lips completely surrounding my cock, I pump it in and out of your mouth, feeling the suction as I build to orgasm. When I can't stand it any more, I tell you I'm going to cum, but my orgasm lets loose in your mouth before I can pull my cock out.

You swallow quickly gulping my cum, and then look up at me wanting more. But I step back letting jet after jet of my jizz hit your face, your chest, and your belly. As my orgasm ends, I look down at you, letting you know we're not done and bringing you to your feet.

Looking into your eyes, I TELL you, I'm going have your ass now. All you can do is whisper a quiet "yes..." as you turn your back to me, lean against the Jeep, and push your ass submissivley toward my cock. Using my cum and your spit as lubrication, I push the full of my cock into your ass until my balls rest against your swollen, well fucked pussy. After you've adjusted to the intrusion, I begin slowly easing my dick in and out of the tight confines of your ass. It's the tightest, most intense, and sensual feeling ever. You and I are both lost in the pleasure.

Like I did before, I reach my hand between your legs to finger your clit. I'm trying desperately now to see that you get your orgasm. Just as your climax hits, you feel my body tense up and I release my load deep inside your ass. We both shake, shivering with the intensity our pleasure. Completely exhausted now, and no longer able to stand, we fall slowly to the ground. My cock still inside you and our bodies touching, we lay in the warm sun thinking how much better that was than some stupid walk!! And just as we drift off for a short nap, I whisper, "See? I TOLD you I could 'take charge'!"

A "Shopping" Day

2009-06-16T02:00:00.000-07:00

- Hey Midori, I've decided I'm going shopping!

-Midori, Atsuko's roommate, faced her with surprise expression: Really? Wouldn't you rather ski today?

-No. Yesterday in Kicking Horse I enjoyed myself but today I'm a little tired, so I'll take a day to relax and do some shopping.

-Ok, it's up to you, Midori answered putting on her ski pants, but you will still have breakfast with me, won't you?

-Of course, she answered while taking off her ski suit and putting on workout clothes. Give me a sec.

Few minutes later, still chatting, they took the elevator down to the restaurant at the hotel where they were staying. This ski trip to Banff was a present that Atsuko and Midori had decided to give themselves after several years without vacations. Two weeks in one of the most famous Rocky Mountain ski resorts...but their time there was almost up.

When she stepped out of the elevator, Atsuko saw him. He was talking with the desk clerk, a tall, blonde girl with deep blue eyes. And she was smiling at him. Atsuko had liked her because she was very helpful, but in that moment she hated her.

He was a tall man, athletic, always smiling with black curly hair. Very different from Japanese men he was a 'gaijin'(a foreign devil) who always greeted them politely although they had not spoken to them for more than a few seconds at a time. Just enough contact to make Atsuko think it a pity to leave without knowing him a little more. Whenever they met he always opened doors or stepped out of the way which seemed funny for them, because in Japan the women always went after the men.

-I would eat him, Midori whispered to her friend with a giggle.

- I would let him to eat me, answered Atsuko covering her mouth and chuckling.

The girls gave their names to the restaurant clerk and they served up a delicious breakfast from the buffet.

After breakfast, they went up again to the room and brushed their teeth. Midori dressed in her ski boots and anorak then slipping on her backpack she departed.

-Don't do anything that I would not do! Midori joked.

I promise, nothing you wouldn't do! I'm thinking about going to the gym and using the Jacuzzi while I wait for the shops to open.

-OK, I'll see you at seven then.

Atsuko, gathered her stuff in the room, slipped into her bikini (she had been told by the travel agency that the hotel had a Jacuzzi, gym and sauna for free use by their clients), put her sweat suit back on, grabbed her towel and after a quick glance in the mirror she left the room.

In her early thirty, Atsuko still looked a lot younger. She was in good shape, because she went to the gym three times at week and went to hiking on the weekends when she could. She was carefully with her diet, drank alcohol sparingly and avoided smoking. Her lifestyle was reflected in her body: fit and lean with gentle curves, she was just about five feet and weighed 100 lbs dripping wet. In addition she had a pretty face. Fully dedicated to her job for an American multinational since she had finished the university, she had never married although she had not problems finding suitors. But the man of her dreams had not yet appeared.

The gym was empty when she arrived and Atsuko put in the earphones of her MP3 player, climbed onto the bicycle and begin to pedal. Soon she was sweating and took the jacket of her sweat-suit off. While placing it in the back against the wall, the door opened. A slight airflow caused her skin to prickle. He entered. And Atsuko's breathing deepened. She didn't expect him to be there. She had assumed that he would be skiing... He smiled and greeting bending his upper body like the Japanese at the same time he told 'konichi-wa' with a barely discernible accent.

-Konichi wa -. Atsuko answered, bending also. Startled, she looked down and realized that she was showing her breasts, only covered as they were with her very small bikini, but barely hidden from view.

- I don't speak Japanese, he admitted, and only know this greeting and four more words. Would you mind if we speak in English?

< < Hmmm. What should I answer now? > > Atsuko asked herself. < < If I act like I do not understand him, it will definitively be good bye, but if I answer him with a yes, maybe it will give him a nudge to go...further > -Of course. We can speak English, she responded nervously.

-My name is Daniel. Pleased to meet you.

- I am Atsuko. It is my pleasure. Silently she was giving thanks to God that working in an American company made her used to direct dealings with Occidentals. She had learned to understand the meanings of gestures that often, for Japanese people, bordered on the rude. Nevertheless Daniel had not made the move to shake her hand and had bent again. She imitated him.

- You bend like a Japanese man, she noted pleasantly surprised.

- Years ago I was practicing Japanese martial arts and I learned to greet Japanese-style. Do you still plan on going skiing today, Daniel said while he stepped up to the bicycle next to hers.

-No, I'm thinking about shopping instead. You?

-More or less the same. Today is my last day here in Banff and I want to buy something for my family and some souvenirs for myself. If you want, we can go together.

-Hmmm. I don't know...

-We would enjoy ourselves for sure. Just think about it a little, please...and then tell me yes... His smile could melt the winter snow of the Fujiyama.

Watch Daniel pedaling near her wearing only an athletic t-shirt and shorts made Atsuko feel the presence of his masculinity, although she hid her response by accelerating the rate she was pedaling.

- Well, that's enough for today, she told him while slipping off her pants and approaching the shower near the Jacuzzi. I need to rinse off...

-I'll leave you be in a second. I only wanted to stretch my legs and get them moving. They were getting pretty tight after almost two weeks of skiing.

Daniel's eyes took in and quietly absorbed Atsuko's dance-like movements. Her ivory bikini almost disappeared against her pale skin and look of near-nakedness sent intense awareness through him. At the contact with the cool water of the shower, Atsuko's nipples hardened and peaked, pressing against the thin material of her bikini. Daniel took off his t-shirt and strode across the room to enter the shower.

Atsuko smiled nervous as he asked smoothly: May I soap your back?

-Please, she murmured quietly glancing up through shy eyes.

He was a very strong man, around six feet tall with a fit physique. Although he was in his forties, he moved with the grace and feline agility of a much younger man. Masculine was a word used frequently to describe him.

-I do not mind helping at all. On the contrary it will be my pleasure, he reassured her. He stood before her, reaching around as was his preference. His hand scooped a little soap from the dispenser and began to rub her back smoothly.

Atsuko felt the Daniel's hands caressing her back and realized that she had hoped for such from the moment they're eyes met by the elevator. Purring like a kitten, she stood pliant before him. When she realized that Daniel's hands had not left the limits of her back, she turned slowly, took a little soap and with her gaze still lowered placed her hands over his chest. The reaction was instantaneous. Daniel's pants tightened in an unequivocal way and Atsuko realized that there are no stepping back...nor did she want there to be.

Daniel took her little hands in one of his and pulled them above her head, making her breasts stand out more, and with the other hand he tipped up her chin and began to kiss the lips gently, without hurry, without letting her move, as if she were tied before him.

- I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, he whispered. And I have been waiting to meet you alone since then. His voice and breath drifted over her earlobe sending shivers down her spine. I want to make love to you here and now.

-Yes.

The hands of Daniel caressed over the sensitive points of the Atsuko's body and his tongue eased deeply into her soft open mouth. She surrendered totally to this man. Her submissive nature and upbringing in a society where men are dominant, carried her far beyond her usual limits, but she realized that she was going exactly where she wanted to go.

The top of her bikini was pulled fully open, and pearly breasts spilled out, hard like stones, the pinkish nipples puckered, inviting, delicious, made to be sucked. The bottom of the bikini fell to the ground an instant later, alongside Daniel's pants. His member, hard and veined, fully aroused, scared Atsuko a little, but his gentle caresses made her so hot that she was already panting to feel it deep inside. He crouched and dipping his head between her legs began to pass his tongue over her pussy, pink, salty, wet...till he touched the central spot of pleasure, taking her clit between firm lips, caressing it gently with his tongue until she started to bend and quiver in pleasure, making noises like sobbing whimpers, faster and faster until she gasped and groaned in pleasure.

When he felt the shudders pass through her body, Daniel, unable to wait a second longer, stood and plunged into her, grabbing her ass with both palms and lifting her easily to fuck her against the wall of the shower. Sobbing and cumming almost continuously they both felt his seed coming out with a rush deep into her pussy. A few more pumps and the languid relaxation that follows numbing release gripped both of them. Daniel slipped out slowly from Atsuko's wet cleft, then kissed her on the lips and told her:

-Let's go my room. We can continue there.

Docilely, Atsuko left him and wrapped her towel around her hips, along with her bikini top and watched how he covered himself with a towel and gathered their garments from the floor of the shower.

He kissed her smoothly and taking her hand in his, locked her wrist into his large hand, as if she was a prisoner or the trophy of a conqueror.

- Leading her out of the room Daniel told her, there's still a while until they open the shops and I want to take advantage of this time with you.

Feeling the essence of Daniel run down her thighs, she followed him with the realization that never in her life had she felt so defenseless and yet safe as she did in that instant.

-Ok, Daniel-san.

Carrying their clothes in one hand and Atsuko's wrists in the other, Daniel headed straight for the elevator. They were a strange couple. A beautiful little Japanese girl and an athletic European a head taller than her, both nearly nude. Atsuko seemed be the delicate prisoner of a Barbarian warrior. And although she had her face lowered, fearful of meeting somebody in the corridors, she felt happy. She had often dreamed about something like this and now she was seeing her more intimate dreams fully fulfilled.

They stepped off the elevator on his floor and went to Daniel's room. Near the door, they saw a housekeeper cleaning who seemed surprised, watching them pass with a startled expression. Daniel smiled, Atsuko blushed and lowered her head still more, and both entered his room.

It was a single room, a little bigger than that of Atsuko and Midori.

Daniel guided her to the center, to the foot of the bed and raising her chin again, he kissed her softly on the lips. Without releasing her hands, he removed her towel, dropping it to the floor as well as his and they both were naked. Dominating her with his stature and strong body, watching her full of joy at the fresh beauty of the woman in front of him.

-Atsuko-san, now you've got to make a decision: we can have straightforward sex or you may choose to be my slave for a day.

Atsuko only doubted a second before answering: today I will be your sexual slave.

-Will you submit to me without restriction?

-Yes, Daniel-san.

-You will be my slave for a day. Are you sure?

-Hai!

-Today I will make you feel more womanly than you ever have before! Close your eyes now...

Atsuko obeyed and when he released her hands, she felt let down but that was soon replaced by an enormous sense of expectancy. She heard him open the closet, sensed him coming back towards her and then felt the smooth caress of silk over her skin when he blindfolded her eyes and tied her hands with a pair of foulards, large soft scarves he explained. She was intrigued by this... Silk foulards? She yielded docilely when he pushed her towards the bed and asked her to on all fours. Two more scarves secured her feet, separating her legs a little and leaving her totally exposed. Through the thin band covering her eyes, she noted the flash of a camera << Oh, my God!>> she thought.

- Don't worry, these pictures will be for my eyes only! He reassured her.

She did not dare to answer, feeling exposed, very naughty, and very desired...

He set down the camera and began to caress her again. Exploring each corner of her body, setting her nerves to tingling still more, making her wish that he were inside her.

-Fuck me-. She dared to say.

- Shhh-. He whispered smoothly onto her neck. Let me, my little one. I know what you want, but I will mark the rhythm.

-Please, Daniel-san...

-Shhh, he shushed her again.

And the hand that was caressing her ass spanked her, restrained but firmly. Atsuko was surprised, but she didn't move.

- I like you this way, like that you are disciplined. - And he spanked her again on the other cheek.

Caresses and spanks were being alternated, and Atsuko's ass was slowly glowing a pretty pink color. In her position on all fours her breasts hung down and shivered with every spank. Her pussy was wet, dripping. Atsuko moaned, that mix of pleasure and pain driving her crazy. She wanted more. A lot more.

-Harder, Daniel-san, please, spank this slave harder.

- Yes baby. I will please you in this, he said, and taking the belt from his closet, he continued whipping the beautiful butt that was compliantly offered to him. Every few hits she saw the flash of the camera. - You are ready, he murmured after a while. -- Let's see what that pretty little mouth can do...

And moving before her, he held his member out, just touching her lips. She began to caress the tip in her mouth, tracing across the big glans with her tongue and sucking smoothly, causing Daniel a shock of pleasure, taking more and more until he had to use all the self-control he possessed not to cum inside the mouth that was sucking him so well.

Caressing her neck, he took himself from the little mouth and kissing her gently he moved back behind her prostrate form, penetrating her again in a single movement and making her shout. Atsuko felt impaled by this member deep in her pussy and when he began to smoothly rub her asshole with a finger wet with his saliva, she could not wait. As if someone had opened the floodgates, she began to have orgasm after orgasm as Daniel filled her with his seed and collapsed over her consumed by pleasure.

- Damn this has been...wonderful, Atsuko-san, he said while he began to untie her. But it will not finish here. Now we will go shopping, have lunch and later we'll return. I still have a few desires to satisfy with your beautiful body before we separate. Let's have a fast shower and then we can pass by your room. I want to choose the clothes you will wear today.

- Yes, Daniel-san, she said again lowering the head in submission gesture, and smiling with inner radiance. It had been the most intense session of sex in all her life.

After a shower, with Atsuko undressed and kneeling Japanese style watching, Daniel got dressed. He wore soft boxers, trousers and a black t-shirt and jacket. Trekking shoes completed his attire and in a couple of minutes he was ready.

- Let's go sweetie. I want to see which kind of clothes you have, he said putting his jacket around her shoulders and closing the zipper with her arms inside. It was too big for her and large enough to cover her to mid-thigh, while she remained naked underneath.

He took the sleeves and she followed him wearing only his jacket through the corridors of their hotel.

-The number of your room?

-317, answered Atsuko.

-Alright, come on!

They took the lift without meet anybody and went straight to the third floor. Daniel, without hesitation, took the correct corridor and arrived at the door of her room. He took the key-card from the pocket of Atsuko's trousers, opened the door and he handed the pass to her with a smile.

- Feel like you're at home, he told her jokingly.

He stepped into the room after her, closed the door, and opened the anorak's zipper.

- Beautiful. You are Beautiful. I want you to choose from your closet. I'd prefer a skirt if you have one and a blouse that opens in the front. No underclothes in any case!

-Yes, Daniel-san- <>

From Midori she borrowed a fairly transparent white blouse, a black skirt, and a couple of wool stockings just long enough to be covered by the hem of the skirt and an anorak. She put on a pair of cute ski boots and looked up.

-I'm ready, Sir.

Beautiful. He insisted. C'mon.

Holding hands and ignoring the desk clerk's whisperings (-I think that the housekeeper was here before us, whispered Daniel teasingly) they took the road to the main street.

They visited all the shops, bought cowboy hats, Navajo tomahawks and peace pipes, bears fishing for salmon carved in beautiful white marble from Rocky Mountains, and maple syrup. Daniel bought a book of recipes from the local restaurants in the Rockies... walking like a pair of lovers an hour passed quickly and they decided that it was time to go for lunch.

They went to The Keg and Daniel booked a table for two, ordering mushrooms Neptune to share, rare teriyaki sirloin for himself, and (as she told him she preferred fish) a seafood club for Atsuko. They also had a couple of glasses of wine while they waited at bar. Atsuko took it easy though...

They ate from each other's forks, laughed and touched beneath the table, making a few of the midday customers smile at them.

When they were finished, Atsuko and Daniel returned to the hotel, leaving the things they had bought at the front desk and departed again to continue shopping.

-Time to shop for some clothes, sweetie!

And off they went to Banff Avenue again.

The first place they went was a lingerie shop and it was he who requested from the salesgirl a nearly transparent black bra and thong set, garters and a garter belt. Holding on to her hand, Daniel guided Atsuko into the fitting room, and after closing the curtain, began to undress her. Once naked, he put on every garment, looking at her. Half opening the curtain again he requested another set from the salesgirl: this time red. He slipped it on her again, enjoying himself. Then he began to undress her again. When was taking off the panties, he began to lick her pussy while stroking her legs, cheeks and tits until she came right there in the dressing room. Once dressed again, they left the fitting room, paid and left the shop and the salesgirl with a look of amazement on her face.

The next stop was at a ski shop. Daniel a pair of pants into the fitting room and of course asked Atsuko to come in with him.

-I want you to suck my dick, here and now, he requested firmly.

Without any doubt, she knelt down before him and began to open his trousers and boxers. She took him into her mouth and began to suck, to lick, to bite... until Daniel spilled in her mouth, continued sucking until she left it perfectly clean, then looked up into his eyes and smiled.

- You taste very good, she said to him while she gently closed his zipper.

Daniel paid for the trousers, and they left the store hand by hand.

The rest of the purchases were a little more conventional, although at each shop Daniel entered the fitting room with Atsuko or it made her enter with him.

-It's Five O'clock, sweetie. About time to went back to the hotel.

Only hearing this, Atsuko felt her legs weaken, and her pussy became wet. At the same moment her nipples became turgid and hard like tiny rocks.

They took their packages from the front desk at the hotel and took the elevator directly to Daniel's room.

-Get naked and kneel down before me, sweetie, he told her as he sat in an armchair.

Slowly, Atsuko began to undress. She was already barefoot, so she began by taking off the garters, the skirt and the blouse. With an uninhibited naturalness, she knelt down before him, put both hands in his lap, ducked and she said:

-What does my Sir want from me?

Daniel stood up before her and answered: Undress me.

She eased off his garments one by one, first the fitted t-shirt, which was challenging for her because of their difference in stature. Next she removed the trousers, and finally his boxers and socks.

- Now, come with me. - And he guided her to the bathroom.

Taking scissors from his toilet case, he made her sit at the edge of the bathtub and began to trim her pubic hair, then dampened and soaped it. With great affection and smoothness he took out a razor and shaved her completely.

- Now I like it a lot more, he said smiling while the shower head poured water over her, making her shake again, putting her on the verge of reaching another orgasm. He dried her sweetly and taking her in his arms carried her back to the room.

- On your hands and knees again, sweetie. Now I want to fuck your ass, he said while pulling a pot of lubricant from the toilet case. He waited until she was in the best position and then stroked her, lubricating her anus, first outside with a finger, then with two, and began to introduce his fingers and to notice how she trembled.

-Slowly, Daniel-san. I'd never done this way before.

-Relax and let me. This route of pleasure can be even better than the traditional one. I will go gently, but I will take you thus.

When he noticed that two fingers did not meet resistance, but entered and left easily, he pointed the tip of his cock at the narrow entrance and pressing firmly he began to ease his dick inside.

She moaned. It hurts.

- Relax, honey. - Daniel said while he stopped pushing to let her relax a little. When he noticed that the pressure exerted by the sphincter was lessening, he pushed a little more and once past that barrier was completely inside her.

Atsuko groaned and began to speak Japanese. Daniel took her by the hips and held her still until she began to relax.

He began to pump slowly. The feeling the narrow passage being forced excited him more every second and when he heard her began to moan, this time in pleasure, he sped his rhythm, fucking her every stroke more firmly until he exploded in a spurt of cum that coated deep inside the ass of Atsuko as she shouted her pleasure.

- I never thought that I was going to like being fucked that way, she whispered. But this has been the best fuck of my life. Thank you Daniel-San. I will thank you all my life for showing me this new way to find fulfillment.

- The pleasure has been mine as well, Atsuko-san, Daniel told her laughing.

- I should go, Daniel-san. My friend will be getting back soon. Today I have been completely happy.

-Me too, honey, me too. Sayonara, Atsuko-san.

-Sayonara, Daniel-san.

A "Bottom's" Due

2009-06-15T02:00:00.000-07:00

His breath exhaled slowly and deeply as He surveyed the landscape of “His” bottom. The use of the word was two-fold, describing both the role His lover was in, and the physical attribute He was in the process of Dominating. Her skin was so intriguing, he could never get enough of it, not enough touch nor feel for it. her ass was simply divine. Especially now, its inner flanks showed some shine from sweat and oil. The upper buttocks a touch of pink from a few slaps. His loins rolled in the thought that very shortly He’d be laying some true color to that bottom. “His”, bottom. He watched as his Cock eased out of her, still tumescent. A trail of lube and semen attached to the head making an erotically graphic sight as her reddened aperture “flexed” when he withdrew, then pulled taut.

He’d rocked in her warm tightness for some time. At first He’d thought He’d cum quickly, the desire had built for so long in Him. He’d “tightened” her some, keeping that orifice “chaste” to all, no toys, no fingers nor her husband had it’s use. That all didn’t seem to matter now as he felt the warm glow from in his belly flowing up his spinal chord. The love, the warmth and the intimacy which flowed between them so easily... They’d waited so long it seemed. For the most part, holidays and various dramas and disruptions had kept their lovemaking to rather a “sustenance level” for over a month. The mutual desire for that bottom to be worked was palpable and had a few times become overwhelming. He felt almost like a supernatural creature during certain cycles of the Moon and had to really focus to maintain a level of balance so as not to become too overwhelming. she was a very special spirit this lover of His. His most urgent desire always was not to simply “take” her and take his pleasure, but to nourish her soul... Today He knew He’d be taking her with an edge that wasn’t usually there.

She moaned low and deep as He withdrew. her bottom clenching, not wanting to give up it’s invader just yet. It had been soooo long. she’d become used to being filled and having her bottom used as an vehicle of sensual pleasure and submission. Now it had been nearly two weeks since anything had been inside her. Much longer than that since she’d been taken. He’d taken her in that way she secretly loved. He called it “the tight way”. He hadn’t prepped her bottom at all, just rubbed it and generously lubed his penis. Then slowly, He painstakingly slid it in to her depths. She'd made an intake of breath as his glans “pierced” her ring. He’d held, holding her cheeks in His hands firmly. She felt warmth and power exuding from His hands. It “told” her she was His, that He was in control. His grip told her to be still.. to relax but not to “move” nor help in his penetration at all. He wanted to “take” her...

She’d groaned deeply, gutturally, as He slid in deeply. She “grunted” a little as he turned his hips and leaned forward, burying his last inch in her. She felt his hardness and an almost shakiness about Him. It was unusual for Him. She knew He was worked up. It excited her, yet gave her a slight trepidation as well. He settled in her. He began moving sooner than usual. He also moved more boldly than He usually did. She felt He might cum soon. Eventually He stilled in her, buried in her guts. Her rectum cloying around his shaft...

He’d leaned His belly down on her back, as she knelt on the edge of the bed. He pulled firmly on her hair and whispered in her ear “Don’t Move lover... stay still, and don’t touch yourself... Only feel with your bottom, you’ll be able to feel more later... right now you will be still and FEEL ME as I take and give to My bottom...mmm...” His deep, resonant moan had sent shivers up her spine, causing her to reflexively back into Him. She was glad He didn’t remark about it.

So, that’s how it had been for about fifteen minutes or so... He’d stroked and held still, expertly riding His wave of extreme pleasure in a naturally Dominant and controlling way. She felt as if each nerve ending in her anal region were being scratched and massaged alternately. It was heavenly and for some reason, for now it was “enough” to simply feel Him so very, very intimately “working” in her bowels....

CRACK! The sound made her start almost more than the sharp sting on her right flank. He’d barely pulled free and his hand had come down. She knew He’d spank her once He’d cum. He usually did. she shifted on the edge of the bed, tilting her bottom up some as He steadied her with a hand on her back. For several minutes she rode an increasing wave of building sensation, mixing between pain and pleasure as He stroked and spanked her butt. He’d pull it open and she’d feel His gaze upon her just-fucked rectum. Minutes blended into a hazy warmth...

Finally she saw him holding up her new toy, she wasn't sure why she’d bought it now, it looked so ominous. She knew, as He’d written to her, it was now going to slowly be slid into her sperm-filled rectum, a ball at a time and she knew she’d love it and that He would too, way too much!

He reveled in watching her ring expand as each ball was pushed into her. He moaned aloud as He saw some of his cum forced out around the third ball. He stilled then.... He struck her several more times. She whined now, her bottom held open by the toy and making the spanks feel more harsh. He loved it and He kept on. After the fourth “ball”, He pulled back to the third as she gave a submissive groan. Feeling now she was so His. HE could feel her submission right now.

Finally, it was all inside her. She’d made quite a move and a sound as he forced the large last ball inside her, watching as more semen escaped from her ring looking so lewdly erotic as it clung to the base of the toy.

She was sweating now, she was bucking. He’d STILL not let her touch herself and he had been fucking her with the toy and spanking her for some time now. Bringing her to a level of near insanity. she screamed loudly as she felt the buzz hit her clit. “GRAB IT NOW!” He’d said as she gripped the rocket and pushed it madly at her nub. For a few minutes she worked ruthlessly with the vibration on her button as he held the toy deep in her and twisted it, spanking her and massaging her ass all the while....

Finally, her release had come. Just as she was peaking, as promised, He’d slid the toy, ball-by-ball from her asshole. Making her squeal and writhe in an exploding orgasm. The sensations of the overwhelming "tugging" those balls made on the way out causing a complete mind-fuck as her orgasm was "wrenched" from her.

HE needed to cum again She was pushed up on her back now, her legs pinned behind her shoulders. He plumbed her now open bottom with ease, pounding in and out of her, as she used her buzzer on her sex... Their eyes almost never left each other... When orgasm finally approached, He’d waited patiently for her...as usual “CUMMING, CUMMING NOW!” And He’d pounded mercilessly into her depths and unloaded His seed again as they peaked within a second or two of one another.

They were kissing in an intimate erotic bliss as the sound echoed in... I love you... came out in unison...

Once again the boundaries of time had failed to quell their intimate connection. They each held on tight and never wanted to let go... “Oh My God love, you are such a divine creature, I don’t know how I get by without you near Me all the time My-love...” “Mmm... ” She kissed him sweetly and passionately, her lips and soul communicating more than her words ever could...

3:00 is His Favorite Time of Day

2009-06-14T02:00:00.000-07:00

She remains naked in the open window, just as he left her hours earlier. Her wrists in cuffs attached to the hook in the ceiling. The curtains drawn for the neighbors to admire her, a cool breeze blows against her skin. She's embarrassed; today there seemed to be a lot of extra people outside enjoying the nice weather and she had been placed on display by her Master.

Her shoulders ached from being left in such a position for so long. Her clit swollen with anticipation. Her juices flowed, she felt her wetness dripping down her thighs.

"What will he have of me?" she wondered.

The clock in the hall chimed 3:00, he will be home soon to have his way with her. She enjoyed his game; he is her master and she his slave. But on days like this, she is left to wonder what he has planned for her. She yearns for his touch, his kiss and the sound of his voice. Just how long had she been waiting for his return?

Finally, she hears his keys and the sound of his boots on the hardwood floor. The bedroom door opens behind her and she feels him enter the room. His footsteps approach her and she gasps as his cold hands touch her bare back. He kisses her neck creating goose bumps along her skin. His hands reach around her to gently caress her breasts.

She exhales as he whispers in her ear, "I've missed you."

She smiles to herself, she's missed him too. He steps away from her and she hears his belt buckle drop to the floor. She feels his hands on her again, as he massages her aching shoulders.

"I'm ready to come down, Sir," she almost pleads.

He snickers and replies, "Not yet. First, let's give the neighbors something to talk about."

She feels his hands move down her body to her ass. He kneels behind her and spreads her ass cheeks with his hands. She shifts her weight to open her legs for him. She moans as he presses his face against her and his warm tongue enters her waiting asshole.

His hands move to the front of her body and he finds the wetness dripping from between her legs. His fingers begin to explore her womanhood and she exhales again.

One hand on her clit, the other enters her pussy forcing her lips open. First one finger, than another. He withdraws his hand and licks her sweetness from his fingers then reinserts them into her. His left hand pinches at her swollen clit making her moan with desire.

His fingers move from her pussy again, but this time instead of bringing them to his lips, he begins to tickle her asshole with them.

"Give it to me," he commands.

She arches her back as much as possible to expose her ass to him. Her current position makes this difficult and she begs to be released from her restraints.

SMACK she feels his palm against her right ass cheek.

"Don't ask again," he says to her sternly.

She whimpers quietly from the pain, but forgets about it quickly as he enters his middle finger into her asshole using the wetness from between her legs as lube; slowly at first, then harder and faster. He enters her canal, fucking her ass with his fingers. His left hand continues to play with her clit; pinching, poking, pulling.

She feels herself on the verge of an orgasm. He teases her. His breath on her skin, his fingers invading her asshole, and now another finger is inserted into her pussy. He grips her body like a bowling ball and continues to fuck every hole from behind. She grows weary from pleasure and pain and is unsure how she can hold back any longer.

"Time to cum," he says to her and she immediately reaches orgasm, releasing her juices onto his hand.

Once her spasm slows, he removes his hands and rises behind her. He moves his fingers to her lips. She forces her to taste herself on his hands.

"That's my girl," he whispers into her ear, "now it's my turn."

She feels him move against her, and her ass is spread again. His erection probes against her asshole which is still wet from her own cum, she gasps as the thickness of his cock stretches her open. He forces himself into her, inch by inch. A drop of blood trickles from her behind.

His hands move to her breasts, he grips onto her body for leverage. He rams into her again and aqain, his balls slapping aqainst her swollen clit. The pain in her shoulders grows intense as his body grinds into her. She cries out as he pinches her nipples with tremendous force.

His breathing increases as he reaches orgasm forcing his cock deep into her as he releases his incredible load within her canal.

Finally, she feels his body relax and his cock slides out of her as his erection softens. He steps back from her and she feels the ache in her shoulders lessen as he releases her restraints.

She is allowed to turn and look at him for the first time since he's been home. He kisses her lips softly, touches her face gently. She kneels before him and places his penis between her lips. She licks the taste of her own asshole from his cock.

He whispers, "Now clean yourself up and meet me downstairs. I'm not finished with you."

With that he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. She is alone again, left wondering what was next.

24 Hours

2009-06-13T02:00:00.000-07:00

24 hours.

That's what we agreed, 24 hours, during which time I was to be totally yours, never at any time to be free, to be used as you saw fit.

Now I lay on the bed, hands cuffed behind my back, cuffs on my ankles, rendered sightless by a blindfold, only a blanket covering my nakedness with one problem that was growing in urgency by the minute.

I needed to piss, badly,

I speak.

"Please, I need to piss."

I hear you move, feel the blanket being pulled of me, hear you say.

"You can wait awhile."

Bastard! Knew you would say that! No point in asking again, you'll let me go when you're ready, when I'm desperate. Thighs clenched, I try to ignore the mounting pressure, you walk away, leaving me uncovered.

Minutes, hours, days god know how long pass.

I start to sweat, humiliation, shame and discomfort obscuring my sense of worth, can't hold on much longer.

"Please."

I know I'm begging, don't care anymore.

"Please, I have to."

I feel your hands on my ankles, the cuffs being removed.

"Get up."

I wriggle to the edge of the bed, ignoring the cuffs digging into my back and unsteadily stand, I feel your hand on my biceps, leading me, I hope, to the bathroom.

"Step"

Warning me about the step into the bathroom. I feel the cold tiles under my feet, you uncuff my hands, recuffing them in front of me, I hear a click and feel my arms being pulled above my head, I start to feel panic.

"Let me piss first, please."

I hear myself begging, you ignore me as I knew you would.

"Spread your legs".

I obey, straps tightening on my ankles, you're using the spreader, my arms are pulled higher, my feet barely touching the floor, cuffs digging in to my wrists, bladder bursting.

"OK, piss."

But I can't, not like this, not while you're watching me.

"Can't."

I gasp. I feel your hands on my belly, pressing.

"Then you'll stay here until you do."

I know I have to, but I can't, the pain in my wrists an almost welcome distraction from my humiliation. I try again.

"Please, this is hurting like hell."

You ignore me after a moment I hear myself moan. I hear the sound of spraying water, the shower, multiplying my need to piss several hundred percent, a spray of icy water hitting my naked belly and thighs. The shock wrenching a scream from my throat and releasing my bladder, first a few short hot spurts and then a steady stream, you turn off the shower, I feel you watching me, my shame complete.

"Please dry me."

"After I've washed you."

I hear the shower again, feel the cold jet between my thighs, want to close them, can't. Now my belly and breasts, I felt my nipples hardening. You spray everywhere except my face, the cold making me fight against my restraints, increasing the pain in my arms, wrists and thighs, making me sob.

You stop. I feel you toweling me dry, you release my legs, they feel like jelly, you wrap an arm around my waist and release my arms. I sink to my knees, you lower me gently to the cold floor, you recuff my hands behind my back a second pair on my ankles. You lift me, your clothes rough against my nakedness and carry me back to the bed, replacing the blanket.

Only 20 hours to go.

23 Femdom Vignettes

2009-06-12T02:00:00.000-07:00

#1

Slowly, you milk my cock as we kiss, the thrusting of your tongue matched by the sliding of the tight ring of your thumb and forefinger just below the ridge of my sensitive cockhead. You've brought me so close to orgasm again and again, each time stopping just short of completion, each time you firmly gripped the base of my cock resisting my pleas and smiling at my dilemma until I regained control. And each time you started again, first with gentle caresses, then long slow strokes and then firmly masturbating my hard cock while fucking my mouth with your tongue. And each time I expected release, but only to be disappointed. The tip of the condom is already full of the pre-come you have milked from my cock.

"Does mikey want to come," you ask once more.

"Yes, please,' I whisper tensely.

"And what did you promise to do with it," you ask, smiling devilishly.

"Pour it on your tits," I respond, as your hand increases its tempo.

"And," you prompt, pausing and beginning to slide your hand to the base of my cock again.

"And lick it up," I whisper.

"That's right," you smile, as your hand wraps around my shaft and begins to stroke its length firmly.

#2

i stripped as soon as i entered your place, and stood there as you inspected my body. You remained clothed, as you usually did at first, that difference serving to accentuate your dominant role over me. Quietly, i followed you into the living room and knelt at your feet. You sipped your wine and browsed the paper as you questioned me about my latest fantasies and on-line activities while you were away. occasionally your lovely foot, still encased in the sheerest of black stockings, would caress me between my spread thighs.

You order me to the shower, watching as I soap and rinse my body. Touching me as i dry myself, you ensure my arousal with practiced caresses. Turning me, you draw my hands behind my back and secure them. You order me to wait five minutes, then to join you at the table.

Carefully i make my way from the bathroom to the dining room. You sit at the table in front of a single place setting, with your dinner before you. You look up as i enter and smile. Beckoning me forward you reach out to indicate the stool beside you.

"Sit here while I eat," you say, as i watch your hand slowly spreading lubricant on the dildo mounted to the stool's seat.

#3

i don't know how long i've been thrusting into you, every time i get close you make me pause until the urge passes, then start again, so very slowly. Your fingertips close on my nipples and pinch them tightly.

i hear you whisper "fill me, cum for me michael, fill my cunt with your hot cum."

Even as you utter the phrase i boil over in to a long sought orgasm, the hot fluids rushing from my loins to fill your warm wetness. My breathing becomes ragged from the exertion, and my arms tremble as I hold myself over you.

You push me back, causing me to sit on my haunches. Reaching down you stroke my diminishing erections, then feed me the juices you've gathered. I watch as you lazily lie back, you spread your legs and idly stroke your clit.

"Nice," you say, "but not yet done."

You reach to the bedside table and grab a small bottle you placed there earlier. Carefully, you uncap it and squeeze a thick rush of warm honey over your pubes. I watch and you feel as the honey grows more fluid against the warmth of your flesh, slowly cascading downwards to cover your pussy.

"Time for dessert, mikey," you say, as you lie back.

#4

It's late and Cheryl won't have much time. I've just gotten in from working late and know what she expects from me. I strip and climb into the shower, resisting the desire to soap my growing erection to full hardness. I know she likes my scrotum shaved, so I run the razor over the loose skin, the thick soap lather as effective as shaving cream to clean away the short growing hairs. Towelling off, I go into the bedroom, a large deep red towel lies in the centre of the bed, effective at protecting the duvet from dripping lubricant and body fluids.

I know how she wants me. I put the soft manacles on my wrists and ankles. The leather Gates of Hell tightly circles the base of my cock and balls, divides my balls and then extends along my shaft, the individual buckled bands gripping my shaft at a point just less than full erection. Between it's weight, and it's tight grip, the Gates of Hell will consume my thoughts until She arrives to distract me. Lastly, I take the anal plug from the briefcase, lubricate it and slowly push it into myself. I feel the muscle closing on its narrow base, holding itself deep inside me and my bottom opened by its thickness.

As I start to lie on the bed I remember the forgotten detail. Quickly I move to the back door, naked except the manacles and leather binding, and reach out the open door to slide the key under the mat for her.

Back in the bedroom I lie on the centre of the towel. Sitting up, the plug shifting inside me, I fasten the straps to my ankles. Then, lying back I slip the blindfold over my eyes and clip a strap top my right arm, leaving only my left wrist, the one close to the door, unsecure.

And like this, I wait for her.

#5

He sits in the centre of the sofa, blindfolded. An extra cushion under him raises his body slightly, allowing his arms to rest along the back of the sofa. The manacles on his wrists are attached to rings screwed to the sofa frame. Between his ankles a two-foot spreader bar keeps his legs spread wide. She left the room after tying him in this position, and he doesn't know how long it's been.

He feels her sit on his left side, a fingernail gently teases his left nipple and then the hand falls to rest on his thigh, close to but not touching his stiffening cock. It is a surprise when another person sits to his right. Another long nail teases his right nipple and then comes to rest on his right thigh opposite the one still touching his left leg. The two hands begin stroking his inner thighs, while one mouth, then the other leans forward, the smooth fabric of lingerie brushing his chest, and each kisses him, penetrating his mouth with deep thrusting tongues.

A movie starts, he cannot see but he hears. The sounds are sexual and combined with the running commentary of two feminine voices beside him. Between the aural stimulation, the closeness of their warm bodies, and the teasing touch of their hands, he silently quivers and drips for the duration of their movie.

#6

Cheryl arrives early in the evening, surprising me after departing a short on-line chat. Within minutes, she has me stripped and on the loveseat, curled up beside me, her fully clothed, and caressing and kissing me. I am hard, dripping, as she teases my nipples, and kisses me deeply over and over. She questions me about my fantasies, about what I have enjoyed doing, and what I would like more of. She appears amused by the throbbing of my ignored cock.

Eventually she suggests we move to the bedroom, where she quickly straps me spread-eagle on the bed. Still clothed, she continues to tease me, yet also continues to ignore my cock. Staying at arm's length to keep her clothes clean, she slowly begins to lubricate and stroke me, pausing only to slide a thin anal plug into my bottom. Over the next hour my condition grows more intense, with Cheryl alternately stroking my cock, and filling my bottom with plugs of increasing size.

Finally, she drives the plug deep inside me and concentrates on my cock, slowly stroking the shaft until my orgasm appears imminent. I watch as she lowers her head, encasing the head of my cock in her hot mouth. Her continued stroking has its inevitable effect and I pump my hot cum into her waiting mouth.

Cheryl rises, and turns towards my head. Somehow I now know what she has done, and, even as she lowers her lips to mine, I open my mouth in complete submission to her.

#7

i let her in, opening the front door as she approached. She looked me over and quietly ordered me to strip. Unexpected, the instruction caught me by surprise, i recovered and began to remove my clothing right where i stood, folding it and making a neat pile on the floor inside the doorway.

Once i was naked she pronounced "that's better" and stepped toward me, kissing me deeply and gently stroking my sensitive nipples. She then led me to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the mattress, where i watched as she rummaged in the briefcase of sex toys.

She began tossing a few things on the bed beside me: included were my wrist and ankle manacles, the leather jock she had bought me and an anal plug shaped for retention.

"Put those on," she instructed, "and rejoin me downstairs."

Soon i crept down the stairs, still adjusting to the plug, and aware of my exposed body, even though i now wore more than when she had led me to the bedroom. She was waiting on the loveseat, one leg on the ottoman, a drink in her hand, and her skirt pulled to her waist.

"Lick me," she ordered.

i knelt and began lapping at her sweet pussy, licking the smooth pubes and tasting her juices as deeply as my tongue could reach. i settled down to begin massaging her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, when my concentration was broken by the ringing of the doorbell.

"She's right on time," my Mistress pronounced as she flipped her skirt down over her legs, "get the door."

#8

Naked, bound, comfortably on the bed, but stretched to the four corners of the king-sized mattress. Blindfolded. Headphones slipped over ears, playing a long soundtrack of soft music and sexually charged whispering voices. A thrusting tongue invades my mouth, leaving me panting slightly, lips parted, desiring more. Gentle fingertips begin caressing my nipples.

I try to focus, remembering her words: "I want to see how close we can take you without touching your cock."

#9

All during the long drive he had obediently kept his hands at his side. Her right hand spent many minutes dancing across his body, brushing his nipples and gently massing his crotch through the thin slacks. He was hard for the entire drive, and stayed that way due to her soft-spoken promises and touches during the picnic lunch. As he packed away the remains of their lunch she lay down on the blanket they had spread, pulling up her skirt she pulled him down to eat his dessert, a long slow licking to her satisfaction.

After she had come, she pulled his up to lie beside her, toying with his body, amused by the growing wet spot on the front of his pants.

"Lie still," she instructed, as she teased his hard cock through the fabric, taking him closer and closer to orgasm.

"Please," he moaned, "i'm going to come."

"Yes," she replied, "yes, you are, now be still."

#10

We'd browsed the shop before, enough to be familiar to the sales-woman. And now she was helping my Lady try on a harness, black, heavy leather straps around hips and thighs, and a thick ring in front where the wide-based dildos would normally be inserted. Even over her jeans and without a phallus it looks stern and commanding. Shyly i reach out to touch it as they encourage me to do so. My lady continues to wear the harness as she and the saleswomen discuss the various dildos and vibrators in front of me. They winnow the many choices to a mere half-dozen, of varying sizes and profiles.

"Come here," she says, "help me choose one to try first, a larger one to practice with, and a big one to be your goal."

"Yes, Ma'am," I murmur, moving beside her.

"Oh," she said with a hint of amusement, speaking as much to the saleswoman as directing me, "you can't really tell from there, get on your knees"

#11

The anticipations accentuated his arousal. Arousal that started with her phone call shortly after he got to the office. Six hours, she had said, that was how long she intended to keep him hard and on the edge of orgasm tonight. Six hours, and if he achieved that without begging for an orgasm, she might decide to give him one. She'd told him this while she played with her toys on the bed at home, she told him what she was doing, and some of the things she planned to do to him during those six hours. Six hours. How would he last, how would he last through the day until it started. he knew that the best things would be to throw himself into his work, get his mind off such things, or else his own mind would turn it into much more than six hours, and she knew that and was counting on it.

His office door opens, and his secretary approaches. She's well-built and wearing the shortest skirt he's seen her in for a long time. he watches as she walks to the side of his chair, raises one leg to straddle his thighs and perches on the desk in front of him.

"She called again," she says, leaning back on his wide desk, "she gave me permission to use your tongue today, and I want it now."

#12

She settled heavily on the thick silicone phallus, she loved the way the folded pillow between her thighs thrust it upwards. The buzzing vibrating eggs in the thick cockring she'd slipped over its shaft were delightfully placed for maximum effect. Kneeling beside him, she watched him move as her knees pressed against his sides, as much as the bonds from wrists and ankles to the corner posts allowed him.

After teasing him all day she stripped him in the bedroom. Tied him. Blindfolded him. Then inserted one egg into his bottom, where it had sat buzzing the entire time she's taken to prepare herself. And now she admired his straining body after her third orgasm in a long slow hour. He could do nothing but listen, smell her arousal, and react to the vibrations against his prostate.

She wasn't done with him. She wanted to see if she could make him orgasm without touching his nipples or cock.

She smiled as she began working toward another orgasm of her own first.

#13

He sits quietly after serving their wine, listening to her explain the strap-on harness to her friend. Watching as they compare the various dildos she has collected for it, he blushes as she notes the ones he has experienced, and those he has yet to receive. His arousal is evident, the leather jockstrap, his only attire, is taut.

"And so," she says to her friend, "the reason I asked you over is because I want to watch his face while someone else does him."

#14

"Electro-stimulation" she had read on the net, and been so intrigued she just had to order one of the little machines. She carefully followed the directions, and after binding him to the chair had arranged the wires and contacts in accordance with the instructions. At first she played with the controls, experimenting with the strength and tempo of the tiny shock it put through his genitals, smiling when he jumped or moaned. Eventually she found a careful balance, one that kept him aroused, hard and throbbing, but not intense enough to actually put him over the edge.

And she marked those settings on the unit's case. It will be so appropriate, she thought, to keep him like that as the centrepiece of her next tea party.

#15

After their dinner she'd taken him back to her hotel room. Having him strip, she fitted him with a medium sized anal plug and a cock ring, not one so tight to limit blood flow, but tight enough that he knew it was there. They walked from the hotel to the bar, arriving before the crowds formed for the evening, she claimed on of the small tables bordering the dance floor. She sat on the padded bench, and directed him to one of the tall stools, keeping it close enough so that she could rest one hand on his thigh.

They enjoyed a drink and small talk as they watched the bar fill, and the dance floor become busy. Smiling, she showed him a small device; then proved it controlled the hidden vibrator in his bottom. As his eyes widened with this realization, she started pointing out pretty girls on the floor, and describing how she would teach them to tease him.

#16

The renaissance fair was an interesting view of people's lives long ago. He wandered through the crowds admiring both the skills of the trades people and the many women in period costume, their bodices so low that he expected to see nipples more than once. She appeared at his elbow, twirling a red rose and asking him if he'd been offered one yet. Replying in the negative, she responded by saying it was a ticket for another kind of fair treat, if he had the courage to follow her and take the rose in his teeth. With that, she slid the stem into her ample cleavage, and danced away through the crowd. He followed her to a secluded spot outside the circle of tents and into one standing alone under the trees. She was sitting on a stool as he entered and he obligingly dropped to his knees to reach for the rose with his lips.

Hands seized him, and amidst much giggling he found himself on his back, stripped of his clothing and restrained, each limb pinned in place by the woman now sitting atop it. The wanton he had followed into the tent now sat between his spread thighs. Dripping a generous amount of lubricant on his genitals, she started to amuse her friends by started to stroke him slowly.

"Welcome to the faere," she said.

#17

She meets him at the door, already dressed in skirt and blouse to go out for dinner, smoky grey stockings clad her legs, disappearing under the knee length skirt. Taking him by the hand she leads him to the bedroom, laying him down on the bed. She kicks off her heels and climbs up over him, raising her skirt to show her stocking tops and garters framing a smoothly shaven pussy. Gently she lowers herself over his mouth, and sighs as his tongue contacts her hot and horny flesh.

Muffled by her thighs he hears the beeping buttons of a cell phone, and then she says, "Hi, he's here, and yes, he's right where I told you he was going to be."

#18

He was late, and very sweaty from the chores he'd been doing that made him late. And even though he apologized, and she knew he was rarely late, she also knew she couldn't let this incident go unpunished. In silence, hers because she wanted to, his because he was so instructed, she led him to the bathroom. There she washed his body in the shower, then carefully shaved his genitals, getting those few hairs he would miss, and then she gently powdered his body with fresh scented talc. Finally, she was happy that he was ready. She led him to the living room and drew him over her strong knees. Gently her hand began spanking his tight ass. The blows were soft, each one only barely worthy of the term spanking, but she knew that he would eventually start to squirm and moan.

#19

She'd been wondering if it would work, and now she was happy with the results. As she tightened the last strap, positioning the dildo in its harness right over his own cock, holding his down while the latex phallus stood out prominently.

"There," she announced, "now there shouldn't be any problems with you finishing before I want you to."

#20

"Come in," he heard her say to whoever was at the door, "he's in the bedroom, and as we discussed, I've been stretching his ass for a few hours now with his toys. You can help me get the largest one into him, and then we can bring him into the living room to sit up and chat with us about his fantasies."

#21

Slowly she stroked his hard dripping cock. His face was cool, her juices coating his lips and chin from her last orgasm as she rode his tongue.

"Poor baby," she whispered, "I know I promised you could cum after my third orgasm tonight, but she called today and I promised her you would wait until tomorrow. And you wouldn't want to make her angry would you?"

#22

She smiled as she helped him strap the innovative dildo harness to his chest. The picture of a thick cock rising from his upper chest was funny at first, but as she imagined the view he would have as she plunged downward on its thick length, she started to get very wet.

Her voice was deep with building lust as she spoke, "Get on the bed, I want you tied down when I try this."

#23

I knelt on the bed, trembling and moaning as she milked me with a practiced prostate massage. I could feel my come drain from me into her cupped hand. I knew what happened next when she caught my come that way, and readied myself to clean her hand with my mouth. Finally the flow ceased and she carefully withdrew the Aneros stimulator. She gently pulled on my shoulder with her free hand, bringing me to an upright position on my knees. I bowed my head submissively as she moved onto the bed in front of me and showed me her cupped hand with my come.

"You did promise to eat all the come I wanted to feed to you," she asked, "didn't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," I whispered in response.

And with that she turned her back to me, leaned back to lie on the bed. Deliberately she spread my come over her luscious breasts as I watched.

"Get busy," she ordered, as she relaxed and got comfortable.

20 Questions

2009-06-11T02:00:00.000-07:00

Today, my mind wanders in class. Instead of thinking about population genetics, I find my self fantasizing about asking you questions, and forcing you to answer them. Would you? Would I ever dare?

What does it feel like when I scrape my teeth down the side of your neck? Will you catch your breath – shiver – moan? What shall I do next? Whisper softly in your ear? Run my fingers through the hair at the base of your skull? Shall I caress the nape of your neck? I want to make you beg me to never stop . . .

What does it feel like when I slowly pull your zipper down over the hard length of your cock? Is it erotic? If I pull the zipper back up, then down, then up, then down, will you be aching for me to do it again? Or should I replace the feel of the zipper's teeth with the heat of my fingers?

I've never been all that interested in the taste of cock before, but now I want to feel you on my tongue, to taste you, to touch you in ways I never have before. How will I know what you like? Will you thrust your hips at me hard when I touch my tongue to a particularly sensitive spot? Or will you gasp or moan or say breathlessly "that's good, don't stop." How long do I suck you? Would you rather come in my mouth or my hand or . . . just IN me – hard?

How will you touch me? What I like best is for you to very gently, teasingly caress me. Touch my thighs, pull gently on the hair on the lips of my pussy, run your fingers up and over my mons. I want to feel like only if I beg will you touch me more firmly – not hard - but with an increased pressure I can move my hips against. Take me to the edge of climax, then pull me back. Do it again. I want my mind to be overwhelmed by the feelings you pull from my body. I want to scream with passion, begging, pleading, and to explode when you finally slam yourself into me.

How ironic that dominance should be a topic of discussion in class today. I know that the subject matter is addressing the dominance of a gene, but my mind gently turns the idea of sexual dominance like rich, fresh dirt . . .

I wonder what it would be like if you were completely dominant – for a day. A steady diet of dominance and submission would pall, I think, but I find this idea of submitting to you for a day to be incredibly erotic. Would you bind me to the bed, caress me, tease me, pleasure me to the point of pain? Or would you selfishly pleasure yourself at my expense and leave me helpless and unfulfilled? Do you have darker desires? Do you wonder what it would be like to turn me over your knee and spank me until my ass is red and tender? Would you then lie back and pull me down over your hard cock, forcing me to move against you as you fill your hands with my tender, sore cheeks?

And what would I do to you were our positions reversed? I would love to have your body at my mercy. How long could you stand me gently tracing the length of your thighs if I never once grasped your cock firmly in my hand or pulled you into my mouth? Would you beg me to touch you, to fuck you? Darling, what would you do if I gagged you?

I have another fantasy that can take me from nothing to sheer and total breathless arousal in just seconds. I can become so hot and wet that I blush in embarrassment - what if someone figures out what I am thinking? Has anyone heard me catch my breath? Can they feel the heat I know my body is giving off? Would I ever tell you? Maybe I'll tell you my fantasy if you tell me yours. Do you trust me? Do I trust you? Can we fulfill each other's fantasies? God, I want to touch you and to taste you and to feel your hands on me. I want to be crushed into my bed by the weight of your body on mine.

I just want you. Do you want me?

Will this class ever end?

194533

2009-06-10T02:00:00.000-07:00

File 194533

Student Name: Upfield-Smythe, Tiffany

Age: 19

Instructors notes:

This case was the usual breaking in procedure. The student (Tiffany) had been brought in by her mother. Tiffany’s parents were both Academy graduates and they wanted their daughter’s virginity to be taken in the traditional manner.

It began Friday morning when Tiffany and her mother visited the academy. Being in charge of new enrollments they were shown to my office.

“Tiffany’s quite shy, and has never been out with a boy.” Mrs. Upfield-Smythe informed me as she sat in one of my large velvet chairs. “Naturally being from a family with such a high position in society we can’t have her consorting with just anyone. Gerald had some crazy notion of pairing her with the Winston’s boy, but naturally I insisted she be broken here.”

“Rest assured Mrs. Upfield-Smythe,” I said smiling. “Our stud are of the finest stock and you can count on our discretion. We’ll have Tiffany trained in no time, and your family’s reputation will remain unsullied.” I stood and walked round to the front of my desk, and looked at Tiffany while I spoke with her mother; “Would you like to watch the training? A lot of parents like to view at least the first day.”

Mrs. Upfield-Smythe shook her head and picked up her handbag. “No, that shan’t be necessary.” She said and kissed her daughter, “I’ve a meeting to attend to in the city.” Then she was gone.

“Tiffany, stand up.” I said, wanting to get a good look at her. She was short and blonde, and had her hair tied back in a simple ponytail. She wore a tight summer dress that her small, pert, strained against as if seeking release. Her legs were long and smooth, and her skin was alabaster white. “Tiffany, do you understand why you’re here?” I asked her.

“No miss.” She replied softly.

“Don’t call me miss.” I snapped, “You will address me a Mistress, or Mistress Jade and nothing else. Do you understand?” Tiffany nodded, satisfied I continued: “Tiffany you have been brought here to be taught how to fuck. Here you will learn how to fuck a man; how to please him with your cunt, your lips, your hands, and the rest of your body. You will learn to obey, and you will learn to enjoy it...” I had been pacing the room while I made this little speech, but now I looked over at Tiffany, she was blushing bright red. “Does this excite you?” I said smiling. Tiffany shook her head in an embarrassed kind of way. “It’s OK Tiffany, you’re allowed to like it. It’s good if these thoughts excite you, but I will punish you for lying. I’ll ask again; “are you excited.”

There was a long pause. Tiffany shook her head.

In one deft movement I whipped my hand under her dress and down into her panties. Her pussy was dripping. “Ah ha!” I exclaimed, then started to rub my fingers back and forth over her juicing quim. “Your cunt is very wet Tiffany, this is a sure sign of sexual excitement. Your pussy is getting ready to fuck, it wants... it needs an orgasm from a big hot cock... or a tongue... or some fingers!” With that I pushed two of my fingers into her snatch and began to stimulate her from within as well. “You lied to me Tiffany. You should apologize.”

Tiffany was pressing against my hand. She was flushed and breathing heavily. She gulped and said; “I’m... I’m uh... sorry... very, ah, very sorry... Miss Jade...”

“You will call me Mistress!” I said, and pulled my hand from her panties. Then I forced her to put her hands on my desk and I spanked repeatedly. When I thought she had learnt her lesson I said; “Now Tiffany, follow me.”

I took Tiffany to the white room, and got her to undress. The room was completely empty and white except for a large pure white bed in the middle of the room. “Here’s where the real training begins.“ I told her. “Please sit down on the bed, and get yourself aroused.” Tiffany shyly sat on the bed and gingerly touched the edges of her pussy lips. It was clear she was too embarrassed. “No no!” I scolded. “Here I’ll help you this time.” I stripped naked myself and sat on the foot of the bed. I ran my fingers along her tight little slit, and Tiffinay gasped. Her pussy had only the tiniest amount of hair and was bright pink. Tiffany was breathing heavily and her pussy juices were beginning to ooze forth. I rubbed the juices along the length of her cunt. I dipped to fingers into her dripping snatch and began to work them in and out. “As I do this you will feel a powerful sexual feeling.” I told her; “you will feel hot and flushed, your heartbeat will increase, you will breath faster, and your nipples will harden.”

Tiffany was responding quickly to my ministrations; “Ohhhhh, ah, ah, yes.... ohhh... uh oh Mistress...” she panted like a bitch in heat.

“The most important part of your cunt is the clit.” I told her, and with that I bent over and licked it. This sent Tiffany over the edge. She cried out and arched her back.

“AWWWW GAWD!” She cried, then lay breathless on the mattress and mouthed the words; “thank you.”

I smiled, knowing that Tiffany had just had a relatively minor orgasm, and that much was still to come. “Keep playing with yourself.” I instructed as I walked out of the room.

Seconds later I reentered with a tall naked man. I had my hand around his cock and led him over to the bed by his prick. Tiffany had her eyes shut and was licking her lips and was still touching herself. She opened her eyes and looked up. She flushed red, embarrassed to have a man catch her in this position. I laughed. “Tiffany, this is Eric. He will be your mating partner for basic training. You should never feel embarrassed with him. Sit up. I want you to touch his cock.” Tiffany demurely sat up and gently touched his dick. “Caress it, explore his body.” I instructed her. At first she was shy, but then with increasing confidence she ran her hands up and down his shaft, and felt his balls. Eric took her hand and warped it round his cock, then showed her how to pump up and down. Tiffany watched her hand pump his prick in wonder. The huge dick was quite a handful and she soon changed to two hands.

All this time his cock had been at eye level. “Is there something you want to do?” I asked Tiffany. There was a pause. Then she nodded. “What do you want to do? Say it.”

Tiffany shook he head; “I... I can’t.” She said quietly.

I leant over her, put my head on her shoulder and pressed my tits into her back. I began to stroke her pussy; “Say it Tiffany. You can say it. I give you permission.” I whispered into her ear.

“I want... I want to suck it...” She said faintly.

“Excellent. That is every woman’s natural response when she sees a big juicy cock.” I reassured tiffany. “I want you to suck it, and suck it hard.” Tiffany put her lips around Eric’s cock and he sighed in ecstasy. She sucked hard, pushing her lips up and down his shaft. “Good. Very good” I said, “Try to get it deeper... deeper...” I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her forward. She gagged a little and I let her back off. “You’ll get used to it soon.” I told her, “now, use your tounge on his balls... yes... excellent... suck some more..."

I could see Tiffany had worked Erc into quite a state, and she was already quite worked up. I knew they both needed some release soon. “Tiffany I want you to get on all fours on the bed. Eric is going to fuck you “Doggy Style.”” Tiffany did as she was told. I walked Eric around and positioned him so he was kneeling behind her. I could sense her nervousness. “Don’t worry, it’ll only hurt a little, then you’ll love it.” I told her. I gripped Eric’s cock in my hand and ran the head of his prick along her slit. Then I positioned him at her entrance; “Now!” I commanded.

All at once Eric rammed his full length into Tiffany’s virgin quim. Tiffany squealed; “OH he’s too big! I can’t take it... please Mistress...” She tried to squirm off his cock.

“No you don’t!” I said, holding her still; “Tiffany you WILL like this!” I told her firmly. “Do as I say and enjoy being fucked.”

Tiffany nodded submissively. I waited a few minutes for her to get accustomed to Eric’s gigantic prick, then I grabbed Eric by the hips, pulled him out and guided him back in again.

“Ungh” Tiffany grunted.

I moved Eric back and forth several times more. Then when he’d got the rhythm I wanted, I left him to carry on. Slowly but surely he rammed into her tight cunt. Again and again. Tiffany was crying out and the slapping sound as their bodies came together beat out a steady rhythm. “Tell me how you feel.” I ordered Tiffany.

“Ungh...ungh...ungh.. I feel...good...oh it’s good.. it’s so GOOD! Oh, oh... ah! Yes! Yes! Oh, I love that big... fucking... ungh cock... I want it in me!” Tiffany grunted, pushing back against Eric, rutting like an animal. “Oh god! Oh... oh! I’mmmm.... Im... gonna oh... I’m gonna cummm...” Tiffany screamed.

I ran around behind Eric and gripped his balls. “Don’t come before her!” I instructed, but he didn’t have to wait long as Tiffany soon yelled out her orgasm:

“OHHHHHHH YEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!” Cried Tiffany and fell forward coming off Eric’s dick with a slick popping sound.

Tiffany lay smiling on the bed. She was exhausted and covered in sweat. “Tiffany, Eric hasn’t come yet. “ I reminded her; “you should help him with that.” Tiffany sat up and quickly wrapped her mouth around Eric’s cock. In no time at all Eric was groaning and spurting his seed all over her face and chest. I watched her, proud of a job well done; “Yes, good. Rub it into your tits...”

Eric left quickly and Tiffany lay on the bed. She was all slick from cum and was stroking her pussy. “Thank you Mistress Jade.” She said to me “I can’t wait for the next lesson.

18th Century Master Maid A Pain Slut

2009-06-09T02:00:00.000-07:00

Poor Mary. How had she come to this? What had come over her, what had possessed her to choose to submit to the cruel bastard who had put her in this place?

Reality intruded on her thoughts and forced her to again suck her spit from around the ball gag and swallow. She could not drool! No, anything but that...

Her back and neck hurt almost as much as her back side and her... unmentionables. He would have called it her cunt, but she clung to the person she was before. The sweet and innocent girl who just wanted a little adventure, a bit of excitement. If only she had known!

But it was her private area that was of the most concern to her now. As each guest arrived, as the announcement bell was rung, the bell crank moved the shaft, sliding through the loops mounted to the ceiling, which ran between her legs, up inside her, stretching her to the point of cramps, and the pain was turning; turning oh so slowly. Just as He had said it would.

Her stomach quivered as the main hall door opened again. It was coming... oh please no, please let it be someone leaving and not another arrival. But it was not to be. The bell rang, "Announcing Lord Black and Lady Welt"; the shaft pushed back and forth into her most protected space and the shudders of pain turned again to pleasure. This time the shaft moved back and forth 5 times before stopping. She was getting wet. She was lubricating the shaft. Soon she would drip. She new it, and hated herself for it.

How much longer could they possibly not notice? How long before her tell-tale drops would alert someone?

She could hold her head up no longer. The pain was biting, sharp, and well past the ache of muscles that are merely sore. With a sigh she allowed her head to drop, and accepted the pressure of the second shaft against her rear as her hair, tied to a line leading to the other end of the shaft, pulled it forward. Desperately clenching her nether hole against the shaft head, she could provide only slight support for her aching neck. Soon the weight would be too much and she would lose her anal virginity just as she had lost her real virginity; to another of Masters hard unyielding shafts.

Gasp! His voice! Below her, He walked, greeting his guests. Now just beneath her, He turned to the crowd and in a loud voice said "Is it warm tonight? Shall I turn on the fans?" A general murmur of approval greeted His suggestion and He turned to a large knife switch on the wall, then looked up directly into her face and pulled it closed. His smile was burned into her mind by a sudden "smack" against her behind. Surprise and shock distorted her features as she twisted to see what had happened; and when she saw it, she began to cry.

Now she knew she was lost. She knew it because this latest indignity had been her undoing at their first meeting: The fans where run by belts reaching back and forth over the ceiling and in places along those belts, material hung down to form small leather paddles. One of them had smacked her when Master had started the fans. And then another and now another. She was being spanked. And it had been a simple spanking through which Master had found her out.

She had only wanted His attention; had only hoped to be noticed. She had worn her clothing looser, exposed more of her bosom, bent over in His view, tried to attract Him as some others did. But He had ignored her in a way that was completely infuriating to her. When one of the other girls had mentioned the spanking He had met out on a clumsy serving girl some time before, her mind went back to all those times her own dear father had laid a hand on her disobedient backside during her wilder youth and she had remembered, with a strange tingle, how much she had hated, yet enjoyed, the attention. Finally, when she could take it no longer, she purposely dropped a fine china plate right in front of Him, and froze, kneeling, heart pounding, waiting to see what He would do.

Again her memory was interrupted by reality. Another arrival, another announcement, 7 swings of the rod into her and her neck and bottom could take no more: The second shaft breached her behind and plunged into her darkest secret. The pain was hard to tell from pleasure and she gasped as much as she could around her gag.

She was being penetrated between the legs in both her holes, one by the bell shaft, one by the shaft attached to the line leading up over a hook and down to her head, while being spanked by the fan belt paddles and gagged by the ball. How much more could she endure?

The next slap of the belt caused her to jerk and a single tear dropped from her face into the hat of a fine lady below. Saved from notice, she thought back to the moment of her first humiliation at Masters hands.

Strangely, He had not appeared angry at all. In fact He did not appear to be the least upset with the loss of the expensive china, and almost smiled as He looked down at her. "Follow me" He said quietly and then turned and walked towards His chambers. Her poor heart about to burst, she paused and then staggered to her feet and followed as best she could.

In His chamber, he sat on the padded bench by the foot of his fine large bed, a bed about which she had centered more than a few salacious thoughts, and motioned for her to come to Him. She moved quickly and kneeled at his feet. Taking her hand in His, He explained "you have cost Me, and must pay, or be released from My service; but the choice is yours: Will you go, or stay and accept what punishment I see fit?" Confused, frightened, and acutely aware that she had no place else to go to, she nodded her head and said "I accept your punishment, sir"

With that, He smiled, a slow and peaceful smile and spoke these words "you are very trusting to have accepted a punishment I had not yet detailed for you, and brave to accept any punishment from a master with the reputation that I know I have built." Pointing behind her He said "Very well, go and lock the door and remain with Me here in My chamber. Remove your skirts and lay down over My knees."

In the ceiling of the hall, her mind again snapped back to the world as the sting of another slap combined with the ringing of the bell to force her first orgasm. She mewed quietly into the gag as her body betrayed her and sent the first drops of wetness from between her legs running down her thighs toward her knees where it must eventually drip down onto the crowed below.

He had not spanked her at first, but had adjusted her position by touching her directly between the legs, pulling and pushing on her sex until she felt sure she would die from either the embarrassment or the excitement. The heat in her face and her belly was stunning. He stroked her hair, squeezed her bum as if gauging how hard to spank her, and He talked quietly to her all the while. "Is that the right place?" and "How hard must I spank you?" He asked. "What amount of punishment will serve your mind and body the most?" she heard Him say with out comprehending.

The first slap was not as bad as she had feared, leaving only a little sting where she had expected great pain. A smile of relief passed her lips. "No, that will not do" He said, and again put His strong hand between her legs. God, she thought, please save me, this man is going to drive me crazy before He actually spanks me. And then the next blow fell, a bit harder, but still not really hurting over the buzzing sensation she felt deep inside. Again, He "adjusted" her, causing her such feelings as to almost make her faint. Then "smack" a harder, yet somehow better, swat was landed on her backside. And so it went, until the feeling was so intense that she shuddered, cried out and felt a pleasure such as she had never known.

At that moment, she truly believed she had died and gone to heaven, for surely no earthly hand could move her so. And yet, when she opened her eyes, she was still over His knees, and now with a strange cool feeling between her legs where His hand was moving, probing, feeling; bringing her to another massive orgasum, and another, and...

Two arrivals in short order combined with the spanking and the jerking of her head and the shaft in her bottom had pressed her to another cum and now the wetness down her legs was sure to give her away for a slut, just as it had in Masters' chamber on that first occasion. She sobbed; releasing tears that she knew would give her away. She held her eyes closed so as not to see the faces she knew must be looking up at her by now and remembered Masters words that first evening.

"You are a special one, my clumsily little pet. You can cum from pain. Your body responds in a rare and wonderful way and I will take great pleasure in it as time goes by. In fact, I believe you will serve us first in the coming ball. Yes, you will be held aloft in the ceiling of the great hall and spanked until you are wet like this for all my guests to see."

His words had stabbed a blade of fear into her otherwise happy heart that night. She had heard of the great balls, but had never worked at one. That effort was always reserved for the older members of the staff. And though the other maids reassured her and did not appear concerned as the event approached, she could hardly stand to do her work. Of course, the increadible pleasure she felt when he took her to that special place that He said only a few can go made her want to stay forever, but in between those amazing session, her doubts returned. Only Masters hard but calming hand and shafts every evening and his demonstration of simple suspension systems provided lasting comfort. More than once, she considered running away, but decided to trust her Master and believe the maids who smiled and said "perhaps you will not be seen; you know, the guests almost never look up."

A new sensation jerked her head back, running the anal shaft almost out, and then back in while the bell range loudly several and touched off yet another massive orgasm. When her spasms subsided, she heard her Master saying "Well done!" and the voices of the guests below agreeing and clapping. She opened her tear stained eyes to find that she was the centre of attention of the crowed below. Not a shocked and disgusted crowed of tightly clothed lords and ladies, but a crowed of smiling happy faces in which tight restrictive clothing was being shed as fast as the servants could help and naked skin was being touched, spanked, fucked and loved in every way possible.

157th Street Platform

2009-06-08T02:00:00.000-07:00

A big thing for me has always been eyes, so when he thrust me against the pillar on an almost abandoned subway platform at 157th and wrapped his right hand around my throat, I could read his right away. He was taking pleasure, not giving it. And I loved him for knowing that that was what I needed.

His face didn't give any emotion away; if I didn't know him so well, it would have been easy to believe that he wasn't even turned on by what he was doing. The feeling of not being able to take a breath is different from the feeling of not getting air when you do. It leaves your body feeling empty, void not just of air, but of ability. It leaves you feeling like a shell, merely the casing of what you once were. Human, alive. It is such a perfect feeling.

I grabbed at his hands when I felt I could go on no longer without air. I grabbed at his hands when the world in the corners of my eyes became first blurry, then black. This is another thing I love to feel, my ability to see, my sense of sight, slowly disappearing. Me, slipping into nothingness. There is no better feeling than completely giving yourself over to a degree such that someone else controls even your senses.

He didn't let go right away. He held fast, staring into my eyes as struggled to make sound and found (though I had already known) that I could not. My tongue tried to form words, but with a lack of air, my vocal chords were of no help. My arms fell (I am not sure whether they dropped or I could no longer make them move), and my body began to shake. I knew that I had orgasmed, but all that I could feel was a pulsing tingling. I wasn't even sure if it was a result of my orgasm or of the loss of feeling throughout my body.

When he let me go, I collapsed into him. Ruffling my hair, he smiled and held me close. "Was that what you needed?" I hadn't asked him for anything, and yet he had known. He knew that I knew, too. It all happened much faster than I can express to you. When I regained myself, he grasped my hand and led me up the subway steps.

After sometime, we found ourselves back underground, waiting for the 6 uptown to get back to Grand Central. He took me to a secluded part of the platform, behind the a stairwell where no one could see us and we could hear people coming.

This time, he pressed his entire body against mine. I shuddered, knowing full well what his intentions were. He traced his fingers around my neck and asked me if I was scared. It's hard to explain how I feel in these situations. I am scared, scared out of my mind. But then, it is what I want: to be scared, to be hurt, to be used. I nodded, biting my lip.

I do that a lot. I chew my lip and look at the ground. I only ever meet his eyes when his hand is around my throat. He never instructed me to do so. In these situations, I feel less than him, less than human, and I would not dream of making such a bold move as meeting his eyes. He grabbed the front of my neck between his thumb and the side of his forefinger and pressed. This was new. It was new and wonderful. In some ways, it was less controlling than usual, but in other ways, it showed how little power he had to exert to put me in my place. It was godly, and it made me shake. I cried out softly when he did so. "Good," he spoke, expressionless as always, "my fuckslut should be always afraid." I can never stop my eyes pleading for him to let go. His eyes respond with mirth.

The only reason he let me go was a man come around the stairs to await the train. He held my arms against the wall above my head and leaned forward, softly kissing me. It was a show for the man -- the strength in his hands never let me forget what was really going on. He put one hand under my chin, his fingers behind my jaw. He applied more and more pressure, forcing my jaw to jut forward, and stared into my eyes. I knew the threat that was there. The man got on the train and disappeared, looking, somewhat strangely, back at us. My pleasurable hell resumed again.

He thrust his hips hard into mine -- so hard I could feel it in my bones. I asked him to use me. I begged him, told him that all I wanted him to do was to abuse me for his pleasure. I could see it this time. His face flickered with feeling for a moment, and his head tilted back. "Oh, I could cum from torturing you." He took my hand and led me on the next train.

I pulled my feet up on the seat and leaned into him, my arms wrapped around on of his, my eyes closed. I rested my head on his shoulder. I felt completely safe. Some people say that this is sympathizing with the abuser. I disagree. He knew what I wanted.

We got to Grand Central and I trailed a step behind him as we made our way down an empty platform that was scheduled neither for arrivals nor departures. We walked to a stairwell in the back that led down to the tunnel that leads from platform to platform.

In no more than a moment, he had me thrust against the wall once more, his hand around my throat. When I asked him what would happen if someone caught us, he told me that they would see me for the whore that I was. And that was answer enough for me.

He leaned in and bit my neck, hard. He held fast as I squirmed beneath his weight, compulsively trying to push him off. I moaned and gasped, my muscles tightening and relaxing, not knowing which would get him off of me. And I loved it. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to keep from screaming.

He bit me so hard that he drew blood as I desperately moaned his name, my hands pushing against his chest. I had thought, perhaps, that it would make me more real to him, make him sympathize and stop. I think it made him hurt me worse. And god, it was good. He leaned his head back, still pressed into me. He dug his thumb into the wound on my neck and stretched his fingers their entire length across my throat.

He held me so hard that I thought I'd never breath again. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. Grabbing my nipple with his left hand, he twisted it, sending a sharp pain rocketing down my spine. I collapsed again, but he held me against the wall. His hand around my throat was, perhaps, all that saved me from toppling onto the tracks.

"Do you want it to stop?" he asked. A trick question. My body would have done anything to have it over with. But my mind, god, my mind. It was all I wanted, all I needed. He knew it, and he took advantage of it. I shook my head, somewhat ashamed. He thrust against me harder, yanked on my nipple, and pressed his thumb harder.

I squealed loudly, my entire body shaking beneath him. Pressing against him, I turned my head, trying to get away. "Don't move." This was an order.

And, lord, did I abide. I froze, my head turned away from his, looking, again, at the ground. I couldn't tell if my feet were on the ground. I couldn't tell which way was up. I couldn't breath. There were intense, multicolored stabs of pain invading my body, webbing their way throughout my veins. And I came. I came harder than I knew I could. It took a moment for him to let up.

But he did, and I fell to the ground. My legs bent beneath me and splayed out to the sides, my arms dangled limp beside me. My head hung, my hair a mess on my face. I breathed, what I thought was breathing. All I could do, then, anyway. And he laughed. He laughed the most perfect, degrading laugh.

I whimpered. I cried, I was crying. I didn't know when I had started to cry, but from how wet my face and hair was, it had been a while. He grabbed my arm and wrenched me up from the ground. A little reminder, one more stab of pain.

"Good slut," he said. And he hugged me and straightened out my hair and face so no one would look twice. Then he took me to my train and leaned down, kissing me on my forehead. He stood waving as it pulled away.

129 Miles

2009-06-07T02:00:00.000-07:00

I wondered what I was doing. Seriously, I had sworn that after that stupid bitch last year had pushed me around, I was finished with women who weren’t submissive. Yet here I am, driving for hours to see some whore who wouldn’t even let me touch her. I was masturbating to Miss February and realizing that this whore was not quite as young, not quite as hot, but I was still succumbing to her. What the fuck? Yet I’m sick of vapid attractive women who waste my time. Sure, I love the feeling of their pussies on my cock, but before…and after…my god, they’re idiots.

So. This fucking whore. Why am I writing this? She did something to me. I’m driving 129 fucking miles for a whore who won’t fuck me. Just thinking of her makes me semi-hard. Yesterday, at work for god’s sake, I had to take a 3-minute bathroom break after she called just to relieve the cum building up. I can’t resolve how she stimulates my brain, but my cock is what responds most.

But I digress. I’m meeting her, AGAIN, at some weird location. I walk into the room, and I can’t see her. The bartender comes up to me. He’s no match for my brains, but he converses anyway. “She said to take her lead.” Outstretched, the room key says “129.” I get it, I get it, stop trying to be ironic, you fucking whore. But I can’t resist.

I stick the key in the door of the suite. I can pretend I’m so used to this treatment, but the room is amazing. She’s playing music and smoking a cigar (poorly). Oh, fuck, she’s wearing that dress I love. Does this whore know what she is doing to me?

“Hi Jason.”

Her voice is like cream.

“You look fucking stupid, Jason. Fucking stupid. Take off everything- except your boxers. Dammit, leave on your stupid glasses. I can’t stand how you look without them.” Fuck you, whore, I look fine…but I still comply. I hate her control. I hate the contemptuous look she casts at my hard cock under the boxers. Does she like it? Fuck her. My cock is great. I guess.

I can see part of her left breast through her dress. She catches me looking. Something’s different about her today, and I look away, embarrassed. Why won’t such a whore let me touch her? She walks toward me and puts my hand on her barely covered breast. It feels exactly how I imagined; soft, malleable, and full in my hand. Her nipple hardens at my touch. I start to explore her, and the sting of her hand lands on my cheek. What the fuck? Her expression is so confused, full of caring and loathing for me. Maybe I’m the one who’s confused.

She pulls me to her and kisses my mouth, and the connection we’ve always felt reignites. We fall into kissing, then she pulls back. My fucking boxers are a nuisance now, but I know she won’t let me take them off. Oh no, she’s kissing my ear.

“Lie down,” she breathes. I do. She jumps onto me, almost eagerly. Who wouldn’t? I’m attractive, intelligent, oh yeah, and “fucking stupid” tonight. She starts slowly grinding me, feigning sex. You know, I’m growing tired of this cockteasing whore bit of hers. Taking my chin, she pushes my head back into the pillow. Roughly, she pulls off my boxers. Dammit, that hurts! The skin feels raw, like a carpet burn. But I can’t help myself; I’m still rock hard. She’s never seen this awesome cock before and…hey, bitch, don’t smile bemusingly at it! It’s fucking awesome! I think.

I am so fucking hot right now. She’s never taken off my underwear. We might actually fuck for once. She stands over me on the bed and takes her dress off in one move. My eyes are drawn straight to her crotch. It’s covered in this cute white thong that looks almost innocent. I force my eyes to move slowly up her body. She’s wearing this plain white cotton corset strung tightly around her tiny waist. It looks part of a costume for a period movie. Just like her, to wear two things that go together, but aren’t some Frederick’s set. My eyes move up her slowly, and I suck in my breath. It’s not like her other corsets; her breasts are spilling out of the top with her nipples exposed. I reach toward them and she kneels over me, letting me touch them for the first time. They turn from large, soft pink flesh to tall hard points as I softly touch them. I could really fall for her. Fuck! That stinging hand on my face again! She crouches over me. Almost without realizing it, I open my mouth and beg her to please have sex with me. My cock is so hard for her. Please, Anastasia, please.

She leans into my hips and my cock touches the cotton of her thong. I can feel how wet she is. She puts her hand around my throat just hard enough that I can feel my own pulse. Her hard nipples are brushing my chest. With her other hand, she grabs my sack and presses firmly, feeling the surging in the base of my cock. Please, Anastasia, please.

Leaning sideways, she dismounts and puts my hand on her hips, under the strings of her underwear. She holds her breasts as I slide the thong slowly over her soft, round hips. I’m looking at the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. Not surprisingly, it’s well-manicured, and except for a neatly trimmed triangle, it’s completely bare. The lips are a gorgeous red, full and large. I can see the glistening wetness that before I only felt. Before I even quite realize it, she’s straddling me again, holding my wrists tightly on the pillow.

She rubs that wet pussy on the tip of my cock. She eases the head inside of her, and I’m thankful I already masturbated twice today or I would come. She feels loose and warm and soft. One last time, her nails dig into my wrists. She moans in my ear and tightens her pussy. I can’t believe how tight it is now! She straddles me, the pulsing rhythm of her pussy on the head of my cock, those hard nipples rubbing my chest. I want to grab the top edges of that corset and push her pussy down over me, but I know that would mean another backhand…or worse. She slows to a halt, hovering. I want to please her. I have to take a chance.

Grabbing her waist, I gently put her on her back. I kiss her neck, like a dog licking the master who beats it. I kiss those hard nipples, exploring her soft body with my hands. Her domination melts. I start to tug at the busk of her corset; it’s too tight for me to manage with one hand. She smirks a little at my inept attempt. Using both hands and quite a bit of force, the hooks yield, one at a time, and I open the corset. It was so tight I can see red lines where the steel boning bound her. There she is, naked underneath me, like I’ve pictured a thousand times. I run my fingers on the red lines up her waist and start feeling her soft breasts and hard nipples. My mouth instinctively finds that engorged pussy, and I start kissing and licking it, consuming her in my mouth.

“Slow down, you idiot. Be gentle.” Even underneath me, she’s still in charge. But dammit, she’s right; I was so eager to taste her I lost myself. Slowly, my tongue licks her clit, lapping up the wetness. My mouth waters from the taste. She’s moaning now, but I keep licking at the same pace. She’s close now. She wants to finish, but I slow down. Yeah, that’s right, I’m in control for once. I can feel that pussy start contracting, tightening for me.

“Jason, tell me you want to fuck me.” Without pulling my mouth off her clit, I whisper that I want to fuck her. I do want her. I kiss and lick that beautiful clit, telling her over and over that I want to fuck her, and her orgasm wracks her entire body. She pulls me on top of her by my neck.

I push the head of my cock inside. Her legs are spread, with one foot guardedly on my shoulder. I imitate her earlier motion, allowing just the tip inside. In a small voice,

“Please, Jason, please” she whines.

I thrust inside. I push, and push, and my head spins, and her moans are throaty and desperate, and I fuck her with all the energy I have. Her other foot is on my back, pushing me inside as deep as I can go. I can feel the pulsing of that sweet pussy again, and I can’t hold on any more. Fuck, yes. I start to come, and she holds me tight, moving in one rhythm with me, fucking and moaning and coming and finally collapsing in a warm sweat together.

It’s over, and I can see her mind already wandering away from me. Wordlessly, she kisses me. She gathers her corset and thong, stuffs them in her bag, and slips into her dress. I want to hold on, to fuck her again and again, but she walks out of the room anyway. But I know she’ll call. And I’ll come running again.

Here we go again.

Fuck.

120 BPM

2009-06-06T02:00:00.000-07:00

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

The short single-tail whip continues to grace her. The markings are many and beautiful, her body covered with reddened lines from just below her collarbone to just above her knees, with the great majority of scarlet markings clearly highlighting her chest.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

Even if she had not already been secured to the wall, I firmly believe she would be standing almost perfectly still. On occasion, she does pull a little against the chains connecting her wrist cuffs to the large bolt above her head on the wall, and she may dance briefly despite the spreader bar connected to her ankle cuffs, but she largely remains relatively still.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

Soft grunts escape her lips with nearly every kiss of the leather upon her body. Partially open, her eyes display a far-away expression; she clearly cannot see clearly, for she is definitely wallowing in the endorphin rush, the haze of discomfort into which she retreats when I willingly hurt her.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

As a longtime piano player and a former saxophonist in middle school and high school and college, rhythms of any kind have long been dear to Me. The rhythmic strikes of the leather upon her ever-reddening body are a sweet music to My ears, the rhythm rarely ever faltering. The single tail has essentially become an integral piece of a metronome, steadily counting at one hundred twenty beats per minute.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

I drink in her beauty, her captivity, her vulnerability, her submission. Naked save for My collar and the ankle and wrist cuffs, she grunts and whimpers in time with the impromptu metronome. At times, especially when I focus upon whipping her sweet, sweet breasts, she even arches into the hurtful kisses.

I stop. The single-tail whip held at My side, I step closer to this willing captive. Without the hiss of the leather slicing the air, the sound of her breathing is much more pronounced. Lovingly, I caress her cheek, and My heart swells as she looks up into My eyes at last, My touch causing the endorphin haze to clear enough for her to focus upon Me. The flame of love burns brightly deep within her, and despite the lengthy session which has meant so much discomfort for her, she smiles for Me, the corners of her lips upturned slightly as she leans her head into My caress.

I step away, pour some ice water from a pitcher into a glass, and bring it to her. For several minutes, I allow her to slowly drink, to recover, to recuperate, to regain her strength. As she drinks, My free hand gently roams her body, the fingers tracing her myriad markings, reigniting the latent pain. But at last, the water consumed, I step away to set the glass back beside the pitcher upon the tray, and return to her, My eyes locked with hers as she silently pleads for more.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

The rhythm is renewed. One hundred twenty beats per minute has always been My favorite pace for playing piano, and it is quickly becoming My favorite pace for hurting My loving sub.

A sharp flick of the wrist breaks the rhythm, the single tail not kissing her, but instead biting her roughly, the area of impact wrapping around to the side of her hip. The rhythm may be broken, but her cry is indeed sweetly musical itself.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

The rhythm is renewed. Purposely, I wait one hundred twenty beats, allowing her to calm once more, allowing her to ease back into her comfort zone, and it just happens that she arches away from the wall, into the steady onslaught, at just the right time...

Breaking the rhythm once more, the next strike is even sharper, harder. Her cry is more staccato, yet just as beautiful and even more feminine than before. The resultant stripe reddens faster than those delivered previously on this particular evening, and the lurch of her restrained body is evidence of the pain inflicted with that particular bite of the leather.

Slowly, the rhythm accelerates. Numerous harsh strikes befall her, from just below the collarbone to just above the knees, with nearly every impact area wrapping around to one side of her well-beaten body. Her high-pitched, feminine melody tugs at My heart, as does the sight of her fighting against her bonds with increasing vigor and dancing as much as the spreader bar will allow; her voice sings of struggle, of pain, of love. Again and again and again and again and again, the single tail lashes at her with restrained fury, inflicting increasing levels of pain, the rhythm of O/our personalized symphony continuing to accelerate, the rattling of the chains quite mesmerizing as they add their delicious countermelody to the overall experience.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

At one hundred twenty beats per minute, the former rhythm is suddenly renewed. Still, she struggles; still, she cries out; still, she arches out toward the source of her pain. Slowly, she calms, internalizing her pain thanks to the soothing metronome of the single tail.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

12 x 12

2009-06-05T02:00:00.000-07:00

"There are twelve implements laying on the couch. You are to look them over and decide in which order you wish to receive them. Place them in order, one to twelve, starting at the left. You will be receiving a minimum of twelve whacks with each item. You will be required to count the whacks out loud. If you mess up the count or miss the count for any implement, the count for that item will be restarted. At the end of the turn for each implement, you will say "Thank you Sir." In between each implement I will fuck you. After a hard implement, I will fuck you hard. After a softer one, I will be more gentle and loving. You may orgasm whenever the urge strikes you. My orgasm will occur during the fucking after you have been spanked with the last implement. You are to make sure the last implement on the right is a hard one. Do you understand these instructions?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Then I am going to take a few minutes to go change into something more comfortable. When I come back you will have the items arranged properly."

Leanne looked at the implements on the couch with a strange mixture of fear and fascination. The combination gave her a buzz, a thrilling rush of excitement which exhilarated her. But the logic in her brain was gone. She couldn't think. It was difficult to process the task in front of her. She was in a zone where all that existed was feeling and sensation. And this before the spanking even began. The idea of arranging the implements seemed absurd. Why bother? Any order will do. Just spank away! She laughed at her predicament. Then she saw the wooden paddle. Her laughter ceased. There was no doubt it was the most brutal implement before her. It was long, heavy, and thick. It looked like it could break bones. Leanne winced as she thought of it being applied to her ass. For a brief moment she thought of leaving. But she knew she couldn't, for her desire far exceeded her fear. She placed the birch paddle to the far right. It was number twelve.

The other implements were arranged very quickly. It seemed natural to alternate hard and easy ones. Yet still Leanne was unsure. Many of the implements were foreign to her. Many of them seemed silly even being on the couch. How much pain could a spanking with a feather cause? What was the point? She started to laugh again, not so much from the humor but from her nervousness. Anxiety sometimes caused her to break out into fits of laughter. It had gotten her into big trouble at a funeral one time. And she wanted nothing like that now. She reached down to pinch her thigh until the pain was big enough to chase away her nervous laughter. The pain and the efforts at self control caused her to not notice that her Dom was back in the room.

"So I see you want to feel the flogger first. A very good choice I should say. But first let's get the target a little more ready, shall we? After all, an ass that is heated up too rapidly may crash and burn whereas slowly tempered flesh rises to a flaming peak of pleasurable pain."

His hands massaged her buttocks. Gently and slowly at first, then with increasing firmness. Leanne felt his strong hands kneading and rubbing her pliable cheeks. The blood was flowing and spreading evenly throughout them. It felt warm. It felt good. But more than that there was a feeling of vulnerability which came over Leanne as she realized that her long held secret desire to be spanked was about to be realized. Her vulnerability was not in the physical sense, for she felt that her ass no longer belonged to her but to her Dom. No, she felt vulnerable because of the exposure of her soul. There was no place to run to, no place to hide. The raw tightly strung emotions which had been so neatly controlled and kept in check for so long would now come streaming out through the experience of exquisitely produced pain. Leanne was afraid. A few tears flowed down her cheeks as his tenderizing preparations concluded.

"Now little girl, let us begin!"

The first few strokes were soothing, cooling. The thin rubber tassels of the flogger landed rather softly against her skin. But as the flogging continued the whacks became progressively harder, setting the precedence for each item to come. By the time the twelfth stroke landed with a heavy thud, Leanne was experiencing a taste of the pain she craved. There was no doubt she wanted more. Her pussy was sopping wet.

Throwing the flogger to the side the Dom immediately mounted her. Leanne gasped as she felt his cock slide effortlessly inside her steaming pussy. She felt a fullness unlike any other she had ever experienced. She wanted to scream with joy. Indeed, unconsciously the words flowed out "Fuck me, goddammit fuck me, I need to be fucked so bad, fuck me!" The orgasm flowed spontaneously. Leanne swooned as the powerful wave hit her. All that she knew was the feeling in her pussy. Nothing else existed.

The next three implements stirred the passion inside Leanne even more. The fly swatter gave her a novel sharp stinging sensation which caused her to whimper with delight. The silk tie had a surprisingly strong snap to it. The leather riding crop whetted her appetite for more. She was soon to get it.

As the black leather paddle connected with her ass in a series of hard and rapid blows, Leanne screamed out and squirmed helplessly. Her Dom had changed his technique. There was no buildup. There was no pause between each whack. The brutal shots came in quick succession. The pain was intense. Without realizing what she was doing Leanne put her hand back to block her ass from the paddle. It was a mistake.

"How dare you put your hand back like that? HOW DARE YOU! You think that will stop me? Well, you're wrong little girl, dead wrong." He grabbed her wrists and quickly slapped on the handcuffs. Her hands were now pinned in front of her. "Now, let us begin over again with the paddle. Since you have been disobedient, since you have been a bad little girl, the number of paddle whacks is increased to 24. Keep the count girl." As before, he laid in hard and fast with the stiff leather covered paddle. The pain was even more intense, shooting into Leanne's brain, bringing her to the verge of unconsciousness. She screamed. She began to sob in a wailing tone. It was difficult to keep up the count. By the time she called out "24" her speech was virtually unintelligible. She was close to collapse. The hard fucking that followed only served to bring her closer to a state of sensory exhaustion. Yet the session was not even half over.

Fortunately for Leanne she had chosen a light implement to be next in line. It was a plastic wand topped with strands of soft horsehair. As the hair fell softly against her skin, her Master lovingly brushed it gently over her hot blazing red butt. Never had she felt anything so incredibly soothing. The pain was replaced with a softness so embracing it felt like her cheeks were laying on the fluffy cushion of a fleecy white cloud. The transformation and abrupt contrast of feeling caused the spankee to burst out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter and joy. As she lost the count, the horsehair spanking continued on until Leanne could laugh no longer.

Of the five subsequent implements two were of the light variety, the foxtail and the peacock feathers. Leanne smiled and enjoyed the soft sensual spankings with these items that felt lighter than air. The lovemaking that occurred after each one was equally wonderful as her Dom whispered sweet phrases of praise into her ears as he moved slowly back and forth inside her. The orgasms flowed through her giving her a warm all over glow. The harder implements, the belt, the long shoehorn, and the black rope, all served to intensify Leanne's appreciation for the pleasures and pains of a disciplined spanking. There was no doubt that she was now a devotee.

The last item was the heavy birch paddle. The first few whacks were gentle enough but as the spanking built to a final crescendo the shock was felt deep inside the buttocks of the hapless girl. The pain became a dull numbness. Leanne became submerged in the depths of subspace, where pain no longer existed, where all that could be experienced was the pure consciousness of pleasure. As the spanking finished, her Dom mounted her one last time. The fucking was as hard and as fast as his strong legs could give. There was a baseness to the sex, a raw fulfillment of primal desire. She wanted it that way. Indeed, she had requested it. She loved being fucked like an animal. The heavy breathing, the grunting, the sweating, the swearing, all served to push Leanne into the realm of a continuous pulsating orgasm. This flowed even stronger as she felt her Master's sperm squirting inside her. Only upon his collapse did it end. The session was finished.

12 Red Roses

2009-06-04T02:00:00.000-07:00

Beep, beep, beep... I fling a hand out from beneath the blankets and fumble to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock that has so rudely awoken me from a very sexy dream in which I was tied down to a bench and Master Steve's cock was buried deep inside me.

Ahhhh, blessed silence. Ten more minutes to sleep and maybe I can finish the dream. Yawning, I roll over and stretch. As I fling out my arms, my left hand encounters something soft on the pillow next to me. I open my bleary eyes, grope for it with my fingers and pick it up. The strong scent of a freshly cut rose fills my nostrils, making me sneeze. I sit straight up in bed dumfounded. I look at the blood-red, long-stemmed red rose I am holding. Its petals are still tightly closed and dewy. Where did it come from? The previous evening was spent alone in my house grading papers and doing laundry. My housemate is out of town visiting his family. Master Steve has been occupied with his job for the past couple of weeks and I haven't seen him. And he doesn't have a set of keys to the house.

The fine hairs on the back of my neck stir as I listen intently, trying to determine if there is anyone in the house with me. The door to the bathroom off my bedroom is wide open and I can see clearly inside. It is empty. The only noises I hear are the normal household noises, the hum of the air-conditioning, the dripping of coffee into the pot.

As quietly as I can, I slide out of bed and reach underneath for the baseball bat my brothers insist I keep there. With bat in hand, I tiptoe out of the bedroom onto the upstairs landing. My housemate's bedroom door is open and his room empty, as is his bathroom. Downstairs is the same. There is no one else in the house with me. I check the locks on the front and back doors as well as the sliders leading to the deck. All are secure. I also check the locks on all the windows. They are all secure as well and there are no signs of tampering.

I feel relieved that there are no signs that someone has broken in. My housemate must have come home early and left me the rose. I don't know why. He knows I belong to Master Steve.

Giving up on the idea of any extra sleep -- I'm too wide awake, I go back up to my bedroom and make my bed. I place the rose in a bud vase with some water and leave it on my dressing table. After showering and dressing, I am ready to face the day.

I grab my briefcase and my car keys and leave the house by way of the door to the garage. I unlock my car and toss the briefcase across the driver seat into the passenger seat. I slide in, and there on the dashboard is another blood-red, long-stemmed red rose. Goosebumps erupt on my arms as I stare at it. There is a small card underneath.

With relief, I recognize Steve's handwriting on the card. The note says he misses me and will see me soon. I feel warm and happy as I read his words. I miss him too. More than I thought possible. I've missed being in his arms, his quiet confidence and his forceful presence. He has always me feel so safe and protected when I'm with him. He pushes my limits, because he knows I need it and that I love serving him. But he is respectful of my boundaries. There are those who would not understand the nature of our relationship, but it is right for us and all I know was that when I am with him, it feels right -- like I have always been meant for him.

The rest of my day flies rather quickly. Roses keep turning up in the oddest places. By the end of the day, there are ten of them in all. One rose is handed to me along with my coffee when I drive through the Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru on my way to the school where I teach. Another rose is on my desk. Still other roses are delivered by students who refuse to say anything about where they come from. I am mystified and I can't wait to ask Steve how he's done it.

Rose number ten is in my car when I leave school that afternoon. Along with this rose is another note from Steve: "Be ready to go at 6:00 tonight. My foreman, Todd, will pick you up and bring you to me. We will be outside, so dress comfortably and be sure to wear sneakers or sturdy shoes, not sandals. Remember, you are not to wear panties or a bra. You are to do exactly as Todd requests - just as you would with me. I can't wait to see you, Baby."

My body hums with anticipation as I hurry home and shower. I take care to make my body as smooth and soft as possible. It is a warm, late-summer evening, so I pull on a pair of shorts and a soft, cotton-knit tank top that shows off my lightly tanned skin. I search for and find my walking shoes and pull them on without socks. I'm lucky enough to have thick, wavy hair and I wear it in a wash-n-go style that requires little maintenance, so I slick in a little styling gel and let it dry naturally. I add a dash of mascara to highlight my blue eyes, sweep on a quick brush of blush and slick on some sheer lip gloss. Just as I am finishing up, my doorbell rings.

I grab my purse on the way to the door and am ready to go when I open it. I stifle a gasp as I stand face to ribs with the tallest man I have ever seen. I look up, and then up again. The man standing there towers over me and at 5'8", I am not short. He is broad and muscular. His chest muscles and biceps strain the seams of the black Ramsey Construction T-shirt he wears. His lean hips and endlessly long legs are encased in a dusty pair of jeans that have seen better days. On his feet are the regulation steel-toed boots.

The late afternoon sun dances on his smooth, shaved head and his smile gleams like a white beacon against the dark mahogany color of his skin. His deep, chocolate brown eyes are surrounded by lashes so long no man should be allowed to have them. His voice when he speaks is deep and thick like slow moving molasses.

"Hey, Ms. Lea," he drawls. "Steve sends his apologies that he can't pick you up himself." He hands me another rose in a hand that is calloused and strong and so large that the rose seems that much more delicate.

As I reach for the rose, the cell phone attached to his belt rings. He checks the number and flips it open. Giving me an apologetic look, he turns slightly away and goes to stand near the porch railing. Taking the opportunity, I slip back inside and add the latest rose to the collection.

When I get back outside, Todd hands me the open phone. "It's Steve," he explains.

"Hello, Sir," I say into the phone. "Thank you for the beautiful roses. How on earth did you manage to have the delivered so mysteriously?"

"Hey Baby, it's good to hear your voice. Sorry I can't pick you up in person, but Todd will take good care of you." He doesn't say anything about the roses.

"You didn't have to send someone to get me," I reply. "I could have driven out to the site by myself."

"Nah, the road out to where I am is pretty rough. You'd need a four-wheel-drive vehicle to get here. I don't think your car would make it. Besides, I'll be bringing you home later."

At his words and intimate tone, a little thrill shoots through me straight to my pussy. He then asks me if I have followed his instructions.

"Yes, Sir, I have."

"What aren't you supposed to be wearing?" he asks.

I glance over at Todd to see if he is listening. I can't tell, so I reply as softly as I can, "a bra and panties."

"What was that?" Steve asks. "I didn't hear you. Say it louder."

I glance at Todd again and repeat myself a little louder.

"What about them? I want you to tell me and make sure Todd can hear you." Steve's tone is quiet and firm and I know that to hesitate or disobey will disappoint him and possibly earn me a punishment.

With pink cheeks, I say in a loud, clear voice. "I'm not wearing a bra or panties." I risk a look at Todd to see if he has heard. He has a slight smile on his face that tells me he has heard and knows exactly what is going on.

"Did Todd hear you?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good girl. Now make sure you obey Todd the same way you would me, and I'll see you in a little while." Steve disconnects. I fold the phone closed and hand it to Todd who reattaches it to his belt as he walks me to the truck.

Todd opens the passenger door for me and with his hands around my hips, helps me into the high cab. He reaches behind me for the seatbelt and pulls it down and across me, fastening it securely. As he adjusts it, his hand brushes my breast, making my nipple tighten. I bite my lip as I try to discern if he is doing it on purpose or if it was accidental. When his hand lingers in the space between my breasts, fingers again brushing my hardened nipple, I know he is doing it on purpose and that he's very aware of what he's doing to me.

I stiffen a little and he says "Relax Ms. Lea, I don't bite unless I'm asked."

With that, he winks at me, and closes the door. He jogs around the truck and slides into the driver's seat. The drive out to the construction site is uneventful and as Todd and I begin chatting, I begin to relax. Todd is intelligent, thoughtful and has a very dry sense of humor.

When we get to the site, Todd turns off onto a rutted dirt track. "Hold on tight," he warns. "It's going to be a little rough for a bit." As we bounce over ruts and potholes, Todd keeps glancing over at me. He seems fascinated with the way my breasts sway and bounce along with the truck. My nipples are aroused and dancing against the thin fabric of my top.

Finally after what seems like an hour, but is probably only ten minutes or so, we drive into a wide dirt clearing where several construction trailers are parked. Todd pulls up in front of the largest one. He reaches over and unfastens my seatbelt and reaches across me to open my door. His intense heat envelops me as he hovers over me and I smell his unique musky scent.

He pulls back and hops out of the truck. Coming around, he pulls the door wide for me and hands me down. I turn to see Steve standing off to the side with a big smile on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.

I pause for a minute taking him in. He is tall and lanky with sandy brown hair cut in a spiky crew cut. I love to run my fingers through its softness. His eyes are his best feature next to his smile. A unique mixture of blue, hazel and green, they are expressive even as they seem to change color with his surroundings. They shine with amusement and warmth as he locks his gaze to mine. Everything fades into the background as I am caught in that intense gaze and I launch myself into his arms.

"Hey," he laughs as he pulls me close, his hands resting on my waist. He gives me a much too short kiss and slides his hand under my tank top to rest on the bare skin of my back as he turns to Todd.

"Was she a good girl?" he asks as his hand slides down to rest possessively on my bum.

"She sure was," Todd answers with a grin. "She was ready on time and didn't make me wait at all."

Steve looks at me proudly. "I told you she would be," he says. After giving Todd some instructions, he grabs my hand and pulls me into the trailer.

He closes the door behind us, and pins me against it. Then he is kissing me, devouring my mouth like a starving man. I wind my arms around his neck and kiss him back with all the wanting and need that has been bottled up for the past two weeks.

His hands slide under my top, stroking my belly and making goosebumps rise before moving up and cupping my breasts. I shiver as he squeezes them together, tweaking my nipples, sending sparks straight to my aching pussy. I arch into his hands, reveling in the feeling of his rough hands on my soft skin. He captures my nipples between his fingers and pinches just to the point of pain before easing up. I moan into his mouth, and he sooths the ache with gentler pinches, flicking them with his thumbs while he trails a fiery line of kisses across my collar bone and lingers in the sensitive hollow beneath my ear. He lingers there, knowing it is guaranteed to drive me wild. My knees buckle.

Reaching down, he lifts me, pinning me more tightly against the door and wrapping my legs around his hips. He grinds himself against me, his cock straining against his button fly. I writhe, frustrated by the layers of shorts and jeans, as I feel the heated length of him grinding against my hungry pussy. My clit is throbbing and I shudder with the need to have him buried deep inside me.

With a groan, he pulls back a little and lowers me so that I am once again standing. He rests his forehead against mine and his breath is as ragged as mine is. "Later," he groans. "We'll take this up later. Right now I want to show you around the site."

Before we leave the trailer, Steve pulls out a box from under the drafting table and hands it to me. I lift the flaps and reach in through the packing peanuts. I feel something hard and rounded. I carefully pull it out of the box and start chuckling. It is a bright yellow hard hat with the words "Property of Steve" stenciled on it.

He gently places the hat on my head. It fits perfectly. "I had it made for you. To protect you whenever you visit me on a site."

I laugh. "Thank you, Sir." I lean into him and kiss him, rubbing myself against him and hoping he will change his mind about waiting for "later." He catches on to me though and with a sharp spank on my ass, shoves me out the door.

The tour consists of a brief hike through the cleared areas of the site. Along the way we meet several of the men on his crew. They gave Steve knowing looks when they see my hat, but they are polite and flirty. We run into Todd along the way and he says he will be over to say goodnight before he leaves for the day. I assume we will be returning to the trailer, but Steve has another surprise for me.

He leads me through a tangle of brush and trees on a barely there path. I follow, stumbling now and then over roots. Steve holds my hand so I don't fall. After a few minutes, we emerge from the tangle to a sight that takes my breath away. Spread out before us is a very secluded cove with calm, clear, brilliant water. The white sand is smooth down to the water's edge where little wavelets lap at the shore. The sun is just starting to disappear below the horizon. The sky is lit with the purples, pinks and gold of the setting sun.

"It's beautiful," I gasp. "This is incredible."

"Yeah," he agrees. "The resort will have its own private beach. He leads me towards a blanket that has been set up next to what looks like the makings for a fire. There is a picnic basket parked at one corner of the blanket and a cooler on another. On top of the picnic basket is another red rose. He takes out a pocket knife, picks up the rose and cuts the stem down and removes the thorns. He then tucks it behind my ear.

"There," he murmurs, his breath warm in my ear, "Twelve red roses for the best girl in the world. You've passed your training with flying colors and made me very proud of you. This night is for you."

I feel the beginnings of tears sting my eyes as he draws me down onto the blanket. Once we are seated, with me between his outspread legs and leaning back against his solid chest, he draws out a square jeweler's box.

"We've talked about your wearing my collar," he says. "And I've respected your wishes. I know you don't like anything restrictive around your neck or over your face. But I've gotten you this and I want you to wear it for me."

With trembling fingers, I take the jewelers box from him. When we met each other, we had gone over the boundaries of my becoming a sub. I didn't have many hard and fast rules, but one of them was no restrictions around my neck or over my face. I am claustrophobic and the thought of gags or hoods or even a tight fitting collar is more than I am willing to endure. Steve has agreed to respect that boundary and he has been very careful during our scenes not to push it.

I pry open the lid. Nestled inside on a bed of black silk is a simple 20-inch gold chain with a small round disc dangling from it. Engraved on the front of the disc are the words "I belong to Steve Ramsey." On the back of the disc is today's date. I swallow past the lump in my throat and nod. "I... I'll be honored to wear it for you," I murmur. He takes the necklace out of the box and places it around my neck, fastening it. I look down to see the disc disappearing beneath the neckline of my top and feel it nestle between my breasts.

Steve kisses the back of my neck where the chain is warm against my skin. "Thank you," he says simply.

We sit like that for a long while, watching the sun set, mesmerized by the changing colors of the water and sky. The moon rises. It is full and bright enough to see by. Steve pulls a bottle of white wine from the cooler. He then pulls two wine glasses from the picnic hamper and pours the wine. I sip mine, savoring the cool, dry, fruity taste of it sliding down my throat. It warms me and I drink a little faster than I should on an empty stomach. By the time I've finished the glass, I feel very relaxed. Steve pulls out some cheese and some grapes from the basket and feeds me as I relax into him.

Now that the sun has gone down, it is cooler here on the beach and Steve gets up to light the fire. Sated, we snuggle together near its warmth. Steve sits and again draws me between his legs and settles me back against him. His hands, warm, strong and calloused slid under the bottom of my tank top and stroke my bare skin. Slowly, he slides the top up and over my head, baring me to the cool night air. My nipples pebble with the chill, but are soon covered by his fingers as he plucks at and teases them. He nibbles on the back of my neck and soon has me writhing against him. He spends long moments playing with my breasts, squeezing and stroking, teasing the nipples until they are harder and longer than I've ever seen them and my breasts are swollen with the need to feel his mouth on them.

"Hey, Steve," A voice comes out of the darkness, lifting me from my relaxed daze. I stiffen in Steve's arms as I recognized Todd's voice and hear him approaching.

I try to grab my tank top to pull it on, but Steve's grip on my breasts tightens. "No," he murmurs into my ear.

He greets Todd and to my shock tells him there is beer and wine in the cooler and for Todd to help himself and join us. Embarrassed, I hope Todd refuses, but he comes into the firelight, grabs a beer from the cooler and joins us on the blanket, seemingly totally at ease. I sit in Steve's arms stiffly wondering what is going on.

Steve and Todd begin talking about work. Steve's hands leave my breasts bare to Todd's heated gaze and he lightly trails his fingers up my arms and begins massaging my shoulders, making me relax against him once again. I am still not completely at ease with Todd's presence, but the combined effects of the alcohol and Steve's hands are working their magic and gradually my inhibitions slip away. Steve keeps his hands on me the whole time he and Todd are talking. Stroking my belly, my breasts, teasing my nipples, running them along the inside of my legs. Occasionally he places kisses in the sensitive hollows along my neck, his tongue teasing my skin. His teeth nipping and biting. His hands are incredibly arousing and I begin to drift along in a sensual haze of sexual longing. Every nerve ending is alive and aching for his touch. I can feel wetness gathering between my legs and I wiggle a little trying to adjust the crotch of my shorts so that it will rub where I need it most.

He feels me squirming, and stops his maddening stroking of my body. I whimper a little as the cool air touches the skin where his warm hands have been. "Stand up," he orders in a quiet, no-nonsense voice.

I scramble to my feet without question, obeying him as I've been trained. Even though I feel a little trepidation about Todd being there, I can't deny that part of my arousal is because he is there and I know he has been watching as Steve touches me.

"Take your shorts off and bend over and put your hands on the top of the cooler," Steve orders.

With trembling fingers, I work my shorts down over my hips and off my legs. Steve takes them and puts them aside as I turn and lean over the cooler.

"Spread your legs. That's it. Good girl." Steve gets up and stands beside me. He places his hands one on each buttock and pries them apart, exposing my pussy and asshole for Todd to see. I feel my face turning red from embarrassment and humiliation as I hear Todd get up and come close to examine me.

"What do you think?" Steve asks him.

"Mmmm, that's some nice white pussy you own," Todd answers.

I moan as I feel Steve's finger teasing the opening of my asshole. He trails his finger down to my pussy and thrusts it into me roughly; making me gasp and buck back against his hand.

"She's very responsive," Steve says casually. "She's also soaking wet. I think she's enjoying this." He lets go of me and swats me lightly on the ass. "Stand up straight and turn around, slut," he orders. "You like showing yourself off to Todd, don't you? You like him admiring those beautiful tits and that sweet, wet pussy."

I stand and nod, turning to face the two men, not looking at them, my face pink. I do like it although I would never have thought that I would.

"Baby, why don't you show Todd how thankful you are that he brought you here to me tonight?"

I look at Steve, unsure of what he means.

In answer, he places his hand on my shoulder and presses down motioning for me to kneel in front of Todd. "Come on," he says. "Take out his cock and show him how glad you are to be here."

I look up at Todd. His dark skin gleams in the light of the fire. Our eyes meet and he winks. "Remember, Ms. Lea, I don't bite."

I summon a shaky smile and turn my attention to the thick ridge outlined by his denims. I reach up and slowly unzip him. His erection is straining against the zipper, making it difficult to open. I slide his pants down and he steps out of them. He wears no underwear and his erect cock bobs just above me. Stunned, I stare at it for a moment. It is long and nearly as thick as my wrist. I have never seen a cock that big and even as I wonder how it will fit, my mouth waters with the need to taste it.

At first, I don't even try to get it all in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head and lick at the sensitive underside. I trail my tongue down its length and nuzzle his enormous balls. They are heavy and warm as I cup them in my hands. I can hear Todd's little moans encouraging me.

It is not enough for Steve though, for he orders, "Take him in your mouth. Show him how much you love sucking cock."

Stretching my mouth as wide as I can, I take him in. I am only able to fit the head and a little bit of his shaft in and I still have room to wrap both fists around him. I swipe at the head with my tongue while I suck him as deep as I can. He tangles his hand in my hair and gently begins guiding me back and forth. He tastes salty and slightly tangy. He smells heavenly. Clean and musky -- he must have showered before joining us. That's when I realize that Steve has planned for this.

It isn't long before Todd begins to jerk uncontrollably in my hands and I hear him let out a mighty groan as he cums, shooting his wad down my throat. Dimly I hear Steve telling me I am not to lose one drop of Todd's cum. I struggle to take it all without gagging. With a final gasp, Todd leaves my mouth and sinks down onto the blanket, with his hands still tangled in my hair. He pulls my head down and once again I lick his cock, cleaning him.

I feel hands on my shoulders and look up to see Steve standing above me. He turns me towards him and I see that he's undressed while I was servicing Todd. He is fully erect and he stares at me with such hunger in his eyes. He pulls my head forward and with one thrust buries himself in my mouth. My jaw feels stretched and achy by then, but I love the taste and feel of Steve's cock in my mouth, so I tongue and stroke him just as I know he likes. He sets up a steady rhythm stroking in and out all the while holding my head in place.

Todd sits up behind me and his big hands come around and cup my tits. He pulls and plucks at my nipples making me squirm as moisture trickles out of my pussy. My clit is throbbing with the need to be touched, but I know the consequences of doing so myself. Todd slips one massive paw down and cups my mound and squeezes. I shudder and almost cum right then and there. But I am not allowed to cum without Steve's permission and he hasn't given it.

I turn all my concentration on Steve's cock reveling in the feel of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. I love the salty taste of his precum. I love the sounds he makes and the way his fingers tighten around my head as he nears the point of cumming.

Todd slips one long finger into my pussy and I moan at the intrusion. I struggle to stay still while he fingers me, knowing that if I move I will not be able to keep from cumming.

Steve's hand tightens in my hair and his hips start jerking involuntarily. The sounds he makes as he cums are one more thing that nearly sends me over the edge. I am close to begging to be fucked. My pussy and clit ache with the need and I want it so much. When Steve finishes cumming, I clean him with my tongue as I had cleaned Todd.

Todd then pulls me back so that I am lying flat on the blanket. He places his hands under my buttocks and lifts me, draping my legs over his shoulders. He stares at my pussy for a bit before teasing it with the tip of his tongue. I squirm and plead for him to touch me more. Steve pulls my arms over my head, and holding both of my hands in one of his, he pins me there and leans over me. He fastens his mouth on one taut nipple and begins to nibble and suck at it. Todd is now running his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. Going from clit to my asshole and rimming it before heading back. He delves his tongue deep into me on the return journey, scooping out my juices. When he reaches my clit, he flattens his tongue and laps at it. My hips are arched high into the air and I'm pushing myself into his mouth. My whole pussy feels like it's on fire and despite the cool night air, my body is covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

I am struggling with the need to cum, wanting to last as long as possible. Finally I can take it no longer and I begin to beg Steve to let me cum. He pauses his sucking and nipping of my nipples to watch me beg and moan. He shakes his head and says, "I don't think you're quite desperate enough yet, slut. Beg some more."

He watches me beg and moan and plead with him to allow me to cum. I'm shaking; I need to cum so badly. Finally he relents and says, "Cum for us slut. Cum hard."

I scream and buck as I feel the first wave of my climax flood through me. It seems to go on forever and I am panting by the time it passes. Little aftershocks continue to ripple through me as Todd relentlessly continues his assault on my pussy. Steve lets go of my hands and guides one to his cock which is again hard. I stroke it, making it grow. He kneels over my head and once again inserts his cock between my lips. The feeling of Steve's cock on my tongue combined with the feeling of Todd's tongue once again lapping at my clit is enough to make me cum again, my screams muffled.

Steve withdraws from my mouth and Todd sits up. They switch positions and Steve has me get up on all fours. Kneeling behind me, he buries his cock deep into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the feeling of him entering me. He places his hands on my hips and begins thrusting roughly into me all the while telling me how sweet my pussy is and how much he enjoys fucking it. He jerks me back against him, his balls slapping against my clit.

Todd's cock enters my mouth again as he reaches beneath me and grabs my swaying tits. He pinches and rubs my nipples as he and Steve take me from both ends. I cum again, with my pussy squeezing down on Steve's cock. He groans as he feels me spasm around him and with a final deep thrust, cums deep inside me. He collapses over me, resting his forehead against my back for a moment before withdrawing from me and turning me over to lie on my back once again. I look into his eyes and see his desire for me shining through. He lies down next to me and leans over to kiss me deeply.

Todd once again kneels between my legs and pulls me up. This time he begins to tease my pussy with the tip of his cock. I stiffen a little at the thought of taking that monster into my pussy. Steve feels my hesitation and murmurs into my ear to relax. He knows I can take this massive cock and he wants me to experience the intensity and pleasure of it.

Todd trails the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself with a mixture of my juices and Steve's cum before inserting the head into my pussy. Slowly, he presses himself forward. I moan at the stretching sensation as my pussy struggles to accommodate him. Steve holds me in his arms as he watches Todd's long black cock slowly disappear into me. Todd pauses to let me get used to the incredible fullness. Then slowly, he begins to thrust in and out. As I begin to get used to him, he thrusts faster and deeper. I am flying in a sensual haze, cumming almost continuously. Todd begins grunting as he approaches his climax. He buries himself one last time before he erupts.

He collapses half on top of me while he struggles to catch his breath. I am panting and holding on to Steve for dear life. Steve holds me and strokes my hair, telling me how proud of me his and how slutty I looked as I took that big cock. He kisses me lightly as I slowly come down. Finally, Todd hoists himself off me and disappears into the darkness. I hear him running through the water, then a splash as he dives under. I think idly for a moment that a swim or a bath would probably feel really good about then, but I can't seem to muster up enough energy to move.

"Baby, you are astounding," Steve says, his lips pressed against my neck. "You have pleased me well tonight. Thank you."

I smile sleepily and snuggled closer and fall asleep. At some point I awaken enough for Steve to dress me and carry me to the truck. When we reached my house, Steve lets us in with my key. He takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs. In my bathroom, he undresses us both and turns on a hot shower. Then he places me in the shower and proceeds to scrub my body from head to toe. I want to help and return the favor, but I just can't make myself move. I am sore and tired and want to sleep. When we are both clean, he dries us off and carries me over to the bed where he lays me down and crawls in beside me. He pulls the covers over us and turns out the light. In a little bit, I hear him breathing steadily and deeply and know he is asleep. Only then do I remember that I have forgotten to ask him about the roses. Oh well, I think groggily. There's always tomorrow.

12 Nights of Submission

2009-06-03T02:00:00.000-07:00

In college, I lusted after one guy for three years. His name was Jonathon. He was an arrogant bastard knowing he was God's answer to most girls' wet dreams. Naturally beautiful, his features would have almost been feminine if not for his broad jaw and constant stubble. A long tussle of light brown hair always swung down over dark brows and thick lashes. His piercing green eyes crinkled at the edges when he flashed his classic lopsided grin. At parties, I'd watch him approach other girls. They all wore that surprised and satisfied look in their eyes when he would lean down to whisper sweet nothings into their ears. I want that look. I wanted him.

Unfortunately, I was one of his best friends. We had met our freshman year after I had a short and forgettable relationship with a guy in his band. As an ambassador, he had showed up one morning on my doorstep. One long muscled arm stretched up against the frame, he'd given me that same cocky smile. He had kind of reminded me of Stephen Baldwin. I had let him in for coffee even though I hadn't taken his friend back.

He seemed fascinated by my lifestyle choices and how normal I seemed, as he would say. The more I explored my agressive side, the more he seemd to come around. Sometimes, he'd show up unannounced on Saturday nights. If I didn't have company, then we'd watch movies. He'd joke and ask who I had beaten that day. I never answered. I'd just laugh enjoying his curiosity and waiting for him to ask. If I did have company, I suspected he stuck around listening to the noise. When I'd hear his knock at the door, I'd always hit, twist or pull harder making my company grunt or groan. I knew he could hear us. Though, he never let me know either way.

It started the night before Christmas break our junior year. I ran into him at a frat party. His band had been playing a few sets. He had drunk too much and was sitting on the front stoop when I arrived. It was late. The wind was cold. His lips were turning blue from wearing only a t-shirt in the snow. Seeing him, I knew his friend, my ex, was in the house and I didn't want a scene. Also, I couldn't let a drunken friend freeze to death. So, I decided to take him back to my house rather then asking his roommates for assistance.

Pulling his arm around my neck, I helped him stumble to my car. His six foot two frame was hard to maneuver. His cologne choked me as he smothered me in a clumsy hug. His large hands roamed my body wildly before I shoved him into the passenger seat. Aroused and disgusted, I slammed the door.

In the car, he began to provoke me.

"You know you want me?" he murmured running his hand up my thigh. "I see it in your eyes, baby."

"You are a sloppy pathetic drunk," I shot back striking his hand with a single solid blow. "You are lucky I didn't just let you die of hypothermia."

"That's what you are into, isn't?" he joked pinching at my breast. "You want to hit me some more don't you? Why don't you spank me? I've been a very naughty ..."

"Shut the hell up," I screamed slamming on the brakes of my car. His head was thrown into the windshield. Then, he was tossed back into the seat with a shocked look on his face. For a moment, he seemed to sober up at the blow to the face. He stared at me as I shoved my finger into his nose.

"Do not EVER fucking touch me again without my permission. You hear me. I will not continue to tolerate your disrespectful behavior. You will sit back in that GOD DAMN seat. You will fasten that seat belt, and you will keep your hands to yourself or I will cut your filthy little fingers off one by one. You hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said slightly dazed.

He snapped his seatbelt and stared out the window quietly the rest of the way to my apartment. When we got to my place, he walk to the door by himself with his shoulders slumped over sulking. Inside, I could feel his eyes on me. I walked straight to the back of the apartment to the bathroom to wash my face. There was something different about the way he looked at me tonight. Some people need an excuse their first time. It seemed he wanted to use alcohol. I wasn't going to let him, I thought, as I brushed out my long auburn hair. A soft knock sounded at the door. I could hear him breathing against the other side of the wood. He sounded nervous.

"What?" I snapped.

"I need to piss," he responded quietly. "Please."

"Piss outside like the rest of the animals, asshole."

His steps retreated from the door. I could here the sliding glass on move on the tracks in the distance as he pulled it open. He was obeying.

Pulling off my sweater and jeans, I unsnapped my bra while looking into the full length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. My breasts were soft and full with areolas the size of half dollars. The cool air made my nipples contracted into hard pink knots. I pushed the round alabaster mounds together into gorgeous cleavage while puckering my lips. The promise of the night made the gold in my hazel eyes glitter. I liked the way my reflection had looked.

Running my thumbs over the tips of the erect nubs, chills spread down my back making my pussy contracted with anticipation. I dropped my hand shoving down my white cotton panties. My slit watered under the lush natural red curls of my bush. I could still feel the heat on my palm from striking him. It was warm and slightly stung. Sitting one foot on the bathroom counter, I stuck two fingers of the heated hand in my hole. I leaned my other shoulder on the door to the right of the mirror. I wanted to watch myself cum.

I touched the swollen wetness. I thought about smacking his pretty face as my fingers worked my cunt steadily. My beautiful pussy was spread like an exotic flower. The center was dark pink almost a red that faded into a light pastel on the edge of the lips. The two fingers glistened with my juices. I wanted to break him. I wanted to make him moan, crawl and beg for me. My insides were a silky, soft heat the enveloped my long digits. I massaged the swollen fleshy ceiling pad of my channel. Catching my clit with my thumb, I stroke the cartilage upward while plunging my fingers deeper. The friction built pressure pushing against my bladder. My pussy was hot thinking about him, thinking about forcing his head into my snatch and smearing his face in it. A soft squishing sound echoed off the tiles.

Weak, my forehead pressed forward into the mirror. Eyes closed. My nipple grazed the cool glass. My arm jerked. It hammered against me. An imaged flashed of Jonathon's virgin back taking the first lash. The cool glass pressed into my cheek. The tension built in my cunt. I could see his green eyes sparkling with pain and lust. So, fucking wet, my cunt dripped. I visualized him on his knees before me. God, I was going to fucking explode. I'd make him suck my clit. My fingers went deeper and deeper. That little bitch would lick my ass. My thumb ground and crushed. His tongue buried deep in my asshole. Sticking a finger in my sphincter, I felt something inside me release. Hot lava flowed down my leg. My cunt ejaculation sprinkled the mirror. It washed down my thighs while I smeared it over my belly. I trembled with relief.

After a moment, I gathered myself and reached up for the worn out hockey jersey hanging on a peg. Then, I slipped back on my panties. I looked back into the mirror and winked. No shorts tonight. I wanted to prance in front of him. I'd let him smell my cunt and make him go to bed hard. I'd make him dream about this pussy tonight. He could start his training in the morning when he was sober.

Coming back into the living area, I saw he had passed out on my couch. He laid stretched out face down and shirtless. Smooth olive colored muscles teased me with their flawless form and shape. Exhaling, I grabbed him by the wrists and started tugging on him. Slowly, I managed to pull him into the vacant second bedroom. His head would roll and he would moan as I undressed him the rest of the way. Pulling him over the iron rails, I was surprised he never woke up. He did not even stir as I tied his wrists to the empty bed frame or positioned the boards to properly elevate him. He must have had a lot to drink. After I finished placing the tarp under the bed posts, I turned out the lights and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up early not bothering to change my clothes and went in to check on my guest. He still slept soundly. His breathe was even and steady with no signs of waking. So, I grabbed the orange bucket from the corner of the room and took it to the bathroom. Filling it with cold water, I returned to the room and tossed it across his stretched out nude body. His eyes flew open startled letting out a curse. Confused, he yanked at his bindings only making them tighter and the veins in his forearms protrude.

"What the fuck?" he eyes were wide like cow's.

"You need to learn how to treat Lady," I replied walking into his view.

"You are shitting me, right?" he grinned with humor in his voice. "You wouldn't play with me like this?"

"Oh really?"

He laughed at me. His smug behavior didn't surprise me. So, I turned my back and walked out of the room. I took my time collecting my toys. I wanted to give him time to absorb the colorless room, to really see the yellow rope tightly knotted at his wrist and ankles and to wonder what was out of his line of vision. 15 or 20 minutes passed when I heard the sounds of him shaking the bed rails. I could feel his anxiety as I crept back to the door. His body jiggled and contorted obscenely trying to break free. The fear in his beautiful face made me feel drunk. I pushed open the door and strutted in the room.

"Untie me," he demanded.

"No."

"What do you have in your hand?"

"I like my things tidy."

The color ran out of his face when he saw the straight razor flick open in my hand. I turned it slowly for his inspection. The clean steel twinkled from the morning light.

"I am going to shave you," I instructed. "Be still. We wouldn't want my hand to slip."

Crouching down between his legs, I set down the razor and a shaving kit. I hummed pulling out and arranging the cream, towel and aftershave. When I pressed down on the button of the shaving cream, the hiss of the foam sent him into hysterics.

"Don't fucking touch me with that!" he screamed. "PLEASE, Don't do this. I am sorry. Please don't. STOP! NO! I'll do whatever you ask. Just don't do this to me. PLEASE... STOP!"

I smirked at the fear in his voice. His begging made me hot and I felt my nipples push out against the inside of my shirt. They itched to be touched. I wanted to reach up and flick the imposing nubs, but I needed to concentrate. Gripping his balls with one hand, I pushed the edge of the razor's handle against his scrotum crease.

"Be still," I spoke softly to him. "One slip and I might empty your sac."

He went ridged and silent. Acknowledging his surrender, I released his balls and picked up his cock. I held him by the base firmly. Then, I took one tight stroke down the right side of his pubic area. The hair split free from his skin collecting in the white foam on the razor. Wiping the razor clean on the towel, I glanced up to see his eyes locked on the ceiling and his jaw clenched ready for pain.

"Now, isn't that better?" I cooed

"Please stop," his voice trembled.

"But we only just begun."

I continued to shave him with smaller strokes. Occasionally, I'd knick him on purpose to see him jump. When I was done, I put down the razor and wiped his cock down with a hand towel. The smooth skin was shining in the overhead light. So, I splashed some aftershave into my hand and patted it over the area. He jumped and spat with shock. Then, as I continued to work his cock he settled back docile. His erection had grown into respectable 8 inches with each burning stroke. Turning his head away from me, his humiliation and desire mixed in the air. I could not resist. I fondled his swollen prick until it was solid rock. Crawling up like purple vines, his veins puffed up begging to be licked. A single drip of pre-cum collected at the tip. He moaned softly arching up his hips slightly.

"What are you doing?" I hissed smacking him hard across the stomach as I rose from between his legs.

"Don't stop..."he begged.

"You're like a mongrel dog desperate for any hole," I chastised. "You disgust me. Look at that silly small cock. Who would want to fuck with that? You are so pathetic."

A seductive red blush colored his cheeks as he opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

"Your mouth is gaping like a retard. You a moron?" I laughed not missing a beat. "Look at the little retard who wants someone to play with his tiny prick."

Pulling off my panties, I stepped around the side on the frame to squat down beside his face. My cunt spread wide for him to look inside me. His eyes roved over my pussy and the blush faded. His pupils dilated as his cock jumped back into the air. Seeing his nostrils flare, I knew he was inhaling my musky scent. I smoothed a lock of silky hair away from his temple. Leaning forward, I gently kissed his top lip. My tongue slipped out to glide across his lip. Slowly, he kissed me back. His tongue wrestled mine filling my stomach with butterflies. His kiss was deep and strong. Catching my breath, I leaned back to look into his eyes. They were so filled with intense emotion. I shook my head slowly trying to get back my senses. He disarmed me with his passion and the depth of desires he provoked.

"Tell me if you want me to stop now," I whispered into his ear, "or I will be forced to break you completely."

"Please, show me your world."

He lowered his eyes. My heart jumped into my throat at the ease in which he submitted. So long, I had waited. My lack of patience challenged my self-restraint. I grabbed his jaw and wretched open his mouth. Stepping over him, I knelt with my thighs framing his face. Then, I lowered my slick mass of ruby curls into his mouth. The curve of his chin pressed into my clit as his nose buried into my ass.

"Lick it."

His hot tongue pushed into my cunt. It was thick and determined lapping me eagerly. He was skilled and seemed to be enjoying the service too much. I pushed down harder on his face. Grinding my clit against his chin, it smarted from the stubble rubbing me raw. His chest was so lovely and smooth. I ran my hands down his pecks while smothering him with my cunt. I could feel his excited heartbeat on my palms. Digging in my nails, I tore the flesh in eight uneven scratches up the length of him. He bit into me as a reflex before relaxing. The pain was absolutely exquisite.

"Enough with my pussy," I directed. "Lick my ass. Do it like you need it. Show your Goddess how you'll service her. Tongue deep in the hole. I want you to taste my shit."

His tongue pushed into my sphincter. The band squeezed back before spreading to let him into me. He licked and lapped so obediently. He was hunger to please me. His body flexed and tensed trying to dig deeper. The reality of Jonathon tongue fucking my asshole was overwhelming. My orgasm came quick and hard at the conquest. The juices ran down his chin and throat. His skin glistened with my love. Turning my attention down from his chest to his erection, I watched it bob and wave in the air as he continued to eagerly clean my core waiting for my next instruction.

08H00 Appointment

2009-06-02T02:00:00.000-07:00

Lady Tiffany lazed back on her sofa, the soft silk of her robe folding gracefully over her bare body. The smoke of her cigarette entranced her, and the soft mellow music in the background filled her head. There was a knock on the door that adjoined her apartment with the rest of the house. She jumped slightly.

"Come in," she barked, annoyed at the interruption. Rebecca poked her head around the door, looking sheepishly at Lady Tiffany from under her raven locks. Tiffany raised her brows and cocked her head back, blowing a stream of smoke.

"What," she asked the girl rudely. Rebecca bit her full lip nervously and her slight frame entered the room.

"You required me to come to your room at eight, my lady," she mumbled in voice barely louder than a whisper. She looked around, and backed against the door. "Shall I, er... shall I leave, my lady?"

Tiffany took the last drag from her cigarette and stumped it out in the ashtray. She sighed and sat up, taking in Rebecca's shivering form framed in the doorway, looking ready to sprint away any second.

"You are not wearing what I required you to wear," Tiffany stated. They both knew it was not a question. Rebecca bit her lip again and looked down at her outfit, clutching at the top of her skirt that hugged her hips tightly.

"I didn't have anything shorter," she mumbled in apology. Ignoring the statement, Tiffany shook her head in disapproval.

"Come to the middle of the room," she said, pointing at a position some two meters away from the couch. Rebecca made a slight nod and closed the door behind her, moving briskly to the indicated position. She stood there, seemingly not knowing what to do with her hands. She kept clutching at her clothes and fidgeting. A smile played at the corners of Tiffany's lips, but Rebecca was too self-aware to notice.

"Well, take of the clothes if they bother you so much then," Tiffany said after a minute of silence. Rebecca's head shot up and she hesitated for a second. Tiffany looked at her questioningly, waiting patiently. With slightly shaking hands she began to unbutton her blouse, and she let it drop to the floor in a puddle. Her mid-thigh skirt followed. She stood there in her black lace underwear, unsure if they were to follow as well.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Rebecca, are you going to make me wait all the night for you to finish," Tiffany snapped, inwardly amused at the girl's awkwardness. Rebecca made an inaudible sound and reached behind her to undo her bra. It hit the floor unceremoniously with the rest of her clothes. Her nipples hardened in seconds in the cold air and Tiffany admired the smallish firm perky tits for a while. Rebecca blushed at the attention, and then shimmied out of her thong, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. Again she started fidgeting with her hands.

"Lace your hands behind your neck," Tiffany commanded, lighting another smoke. She crossed her legs and lounged back again, never letting her eyes leave the girl. Rebecca complied, thankful for the diversion.

"Stand up straight, girl, and spread your legs a little," Tiffany said and watched Rebecca comply. Savouring her cigarette slowly she contemplated her subby.

"Did you masturbate this week," she asked, noticing a flush appear on her cheeks and chest. Rebecca turned her gaze towards the carpet. Tiffany was about to admonish her for not answering when she said in a small voice, "Yes, my lady."

"Oh? How many times?"

Rebecca looked at her pleadingly but Tiffany just waited expectantly.

"I don't know," she answered turning a deeper shade of red. Tiffany frowned.

"How many times, you little insatiable whore?" Rebecca closed her eyes as if she was stricken.

"Five times, my lady." Tiffany nodded.

"Did you come all five times?"

Rebecca shook her head in the affirmative.

"Once I came twice," she admitted.

"What did you think about? Did it cross your mind that you were touching my pussy? Playing with my breasts? Did it occur to you that you could be punished for it? Or is that what drove you on? Hmm?" Tiffany's voice sounded angry, and Rebecca shifted uncomfortably. Her eyes beseeched Tiffany. For some time they stared at each other, but Rebecca dropped her gaze, no longer being able to meet Tiffany's icy glare. Silence reigned for another minute.

"Show me," Tiffany suddenly said.

"What," Rebecca asked in a shaky voice. Tiffany did not repeat herself, she knew she didn't have to. The girl licked her lips and unlaced her fingers behind her neck, dropping them to her side. She closed her eyes and let her right hand's fingers travel to her pussy, spreading her lips. She dipped two fingers into her cunt, bringing them out moist. She spread her juice on her clit in small circles, taking her time. Her other hand's fingers explored her upper body, finding her nipples each in turn. As she twisted and tucked at them a small groan escaped her lips and her hips began to move slightly. She moved her fingers over her clit faster and faster, thrusting them up her pussy every now and then.

Tiffany finished her smoke and stood up. Rebecca's eyes flew open and she stopped, but Tiffany commanded her to continue as she disappeared into the bedroom. She returned with some rope and a bag in a couple of minutes. She let the coils fall to the ground next to her sub. Rebecca did not seem to notice. Her hips were bucking wildly and she was moaning.

"Kneel, and put your hands behind your neck again," Tiffany commanded. Rebecca bit her lip again, her fingers flying over her clit. Suddenly Tiffany slapped Rebecca across her face. Rebecca cried out, staggering slightly. Her hand that had been frigging herself of seconds before now came up to her cheek to soothe the angry red mark that appeared there.

"I said kneel, don't make me ask you again," Tiffany said, frowning at her. With watery eyes Rebecca complied, dropping to her knees and putting her hands behind her head. Tiffany shook her head and drew a chair up next to the kneeling girl, sitting delicately on it. She reached for the rope on the floor and considered it for a second.

"Hmm, no, rather stand on all fours," Tiffany said, reconsidering her plan of action. This time compliance came fast. Tiffany laced the rope around the girl's chest, just underneath her breasts, and then around. Methodically she bound her tits. When they were done they were taught, and the nipples poked out almost obscenely.

"Right, on your knees again like before," Tiffany said, pleased with the effect. Rebecca's face twisted a bit as her body got used to the new pressure that was on her tits. Reaching her hands behind her neck was painful as the ropes strained against her. Tiffany flicked her thumbs over the nipples, enjoying the effect on the girl's face. She noticed how she rocked her hips slightly in tell-tale of the fact that she was enjoying this too.

"Hmm, my baby-doll likes the slight pain, doesn't she," Tiffany crooned. Rebecca licked her lips and nodded.

"I wonder how much," Tiffany mused. She reached in the back and brought out a pair of pegs, watching the girls eye's fly wide. She laughed.

"But look at your nipples, dear. They are begging for the attention," she said as she applied first the one and then the other. Rebecca grimaced then moaned appreciatively as Tiffany flicked them.

"How pretty you look," she stated, "with your tits jutting out like that. They feel so tight. I'll let you enjoy it for a while."

She stood up and removed the chair. Rebecca looked demurely at the floor in front of her, lust obvious in her whole stature. She moved her leg slightly so she could rub her pussy against her heel, glancing at Tiffany guiltily. Tiffany laughed again.

"Look at you," she said, "such a little bitch in heat, humping your leg like that." She sat down on the couch again, watching the show for a while. She spread her legs wide, letting the robe fall open. Rebecca gasped softly and opened her mouth when her lady's pussy was displayed.

"Crawl to me, pet," Tiffany demanded, "and come feed." Rebecca kept her eyes on Tiffany's crotch as she got on her hands and knees again. The added pegs made gravity pull on her nipples more and she moaned aloud again. She crawled the distance between her and her mistress. Tiffany patted her head as she burrowed it in her juicy folds.

"Good girl," she sighed as her skilful tongue licked her outer lips then delving in deeper. She teased for a little while, but then her mouth found Tiffany's button and sucked. She nibbled it and flicked her tongue over it, working the lady in just the way she was taught. Soon Tiffany was groaning and forcing the girls face deeper into her crotch, obscenely rubbing her cunt against her face. She closed her legs tightly around the girl's head and let her orgasm wash over her, feeling it burning in her cunt and spreading out to her whole body. When her violent rocking subsided she released Rebecca from her grip.

"Such a good girl," she said again as she came down. Rebecca sat back on her haunches and smiled, her face glistening with juice.

"But only when you want to be, isn't that right," Tiffany added, more sternly. The smile on Rebecca's face faded away as she started to expect what's coming. Tiffany smiled as she saw it dawn on her sub's face.

"Up on my lap, across the couch," Tiffany demanded. Rebecca looked at her mistress, knowing that the pegs would bite painfully into her nipples if she lay flat on the couch.

"Now, slut," Tiffany warned, knowing this too. Slowly the girl moved to obey, carefully positioning her buttocks on her lady's lap, biting down on her lips as she lowered her chest into the couch. She groaned loudly. Tiffany's hands were on her ass, rubbing it, allowing circulation to spread. She knew Rebecca to enjoy pain up to a certain degree, and knew it was not necessary for any implement other than her hands to be used with her nipples aching like that. She started spanking her softly, almost caressing, letting Rebecca get use to the sensation. When her hips started thrusting against her lap, Tiffany slapped her harder. Rebecca gasped at the new pace and force, but gradually felt the pleasure in it too. Her buttocks started glowing pink. With each stroke she felt a sting that faded. Soon, however, the sting did not fade and it was burning constantly, outlined by a deeper pang of pain as Tiffany's strong hand fell all over her backside. Her buttocks turned a vivid red. She felt the pain and submitted to it, letting it swallow her as she pressed her tits harder into the couch. She bucked more wildly in her mistress's lap, clutching at the small pillows at her head. The last few strokes were so hard that she cried out loudly.

She suddenly felt Tiffany's hands in her hair, her fingernails scraping at her skull.

"You're such a horny bitch," Tiffany growled in her ear, "get off me and kneel."

Rebecca moaned and rolled off the coach, dropping into a kneeling position. Her lips were dry and her pussy aching to be touched. Tiffany found a vibrator and slid down behind Rebecca. She turned it onto full and without mercy brought it down on the sub's straining clit, rubbing it hard. Rebecca's back arched, letting her nipples take more strain as she fucked her cunt against the vibrator, mumbling incoherently.

"Come on, my little whore, this is what you want, isn't it," Tiffany spurred her on, pulling the pegs hard. Rebecca's breath came in loud bursts as she felt her orgasm bubbling to the surface. She rode out the waves overcoming her body, until finally she could take it no more. Tiffany removed the pegs and the overwhelming burst of pain sent Rebecca over the edge. She slumped into a writhing mass on the floor and felt the orgasm rip out of her. She called out to her mistress in the throws of pleasure and tensed up her whole body.

Tiffany threw off her robe and covered her sub's body with hers, feeling her tremble. She kissed her head tenderly.

"Well done," she said, rocking her in her arms, "such a good girl."

"R" is for Role Play

2009-06-01T02:00:00.000-07:00

Introduction - Mr Butt often uses the "job interview" theme on movie scenes. Let's pick up from where we left off (this was about 10 years ago when I used to come to his day-job office on the pretext of having an interview. I had finished the first interview by giving him a comprehensive blow job, then left saying I hoped I got the job)

So the next Sunday at 4pm I opened my emails to find the regular instruction from Mr Butt "Chantelle, the very best candidates are being invited back for a second interview involving some on the job case studies and you should allow three hours for this 2nd interview, starting at 3.00pm tomorrow. Your attendance is required and this time, wear slightly more daring attire."

It is a frosty November day so I need to wear a long warm woollen coat but underneath I have a smart suit (this time with a very, very short tight skirt), crisp white blouse and bra, sheer to the waist tan tights (to keep the draft off my thighs!),no panties (to turn me on), long black gloves(worn to the elbow and pulled up under the sleeves of my blouse) and my knee high black boots. Of course when I arrive at the door of your office with my coat wrapped round me at first you see only the coat, but the sight of the shiny boots glinting up at you from my feet (which is the second place you look after my sexily made up and gorgeously smiling face), and the black gloves already has your heart beating faster in anticipation.

Once inside, you help me off with the coat, which allows you to see my gorgeous legs revealed in the full length mirror you have on one wall of the office - I hear your sharp intake of breath and provocatively I ask you

"There's not likely to be anything too hard in this interview?"

You reply that "There'll only be one hard thing in this interview and you'll be perfectly well able to deal with it!"

After inviting me to sit where you can get a great view up my skirt as I cross and uncross my legs, I say,

"So, you've got some case studies for me to work through?"

But rather than reply you cross to the cabinet at the side of the room and pour me a white wine while confessing that I am the only candidate for the second interview and that the case studies will be merely to confirm my suitability and versatility.

"Suitability and versatility for what?" I ask.

"Well, let me come straight to the point," you reply "I know from the first interview that you're very comfortable with sucking hard meat and swallowing hot cream, but are you able to cope with having your body fully explored and pleasured - feet, calves, thighs, pussy, butt cheeks and asshole - gently caressed and passionately kissed and licked? And I know how good you look in stockings and a smart suit but are you versatile enough to look good in any number of sexy outfits?"

"Would you like to try me?" I ask, draining my glass and offering it to you for a refill.

You pour me another and lead me to your large desk where you invite me to kneel up on the leather inlaid desktop with my bottom sticking up in the air. Taking the hint, I wriggle my hips and slide my skirt up till my 'tights-encased' bottom is on full view. Meanwhile, I can see you've very urgently divested yourself of all your clothing and unfasten my blouse and bra to let my large and near perfect breasts hang free.

Still standing on the floor, I can see your right hand gripping your rock hard erection and stroking it back and forth, back and forth – I am hypnotised by the rhythm and long to suck the end and taste the pre-cum or even I imagine you ejaculating in slow motion and imagine streams of hot cum jetting from where you stand wanking straight into my open and welcoming mouth. But that is daydream and in reality I can see you position yourself behind me so that you can reach round my body to cup my breasts and teasingly squeeze and pinch the nipples into hardness. Totally abandoning yourself to the waves of lust which are coursing through you, you command me to spread my ass cheeks wide with my gloved hands and you start work on me with your tongue - try to stop you!

My boots are the first to get thoroughly licked and cleaned, the intoxicating scent of leather combining with my natural pussy smell to drive us both wild and add another inch to your already painfully straining erection. I know you are still jerking hard on your dick and I can hear you pant and gasp as you dribble spit all over my boots. Satisfied that I am still having all the right effects on you, I notice the droplets of sweat from your forehead landing on the small of my back and my ass cheeks as you stand now just feasting your eyes on the beauty of my wide open holes spread for you under the sheer nylon of the tights and willingly offered to you to take them and use them as you will.

Letting go of one of my breasts, you manage to get a bottle of creamy perfumed body oil from your desk and empty some of the contents on my tights clad bottom. I can feel as the generous measure spreads over my cheeks, seeps through the nylon and runs down the crack of my bottom. It feels good, almost like your tick creamy spunk that I so much crave.

Insane with desire, you push your nose and mouth onto my bottom, nuzzling and licking at the flesh through the nylon. I am filled with new waves of lust too, and remove my gloves then reach behind to slide my soaking tights down far enough to expose my exquisite, and now oily and glistening, asshole, which, so as to torment you further, I stretch wide open with my specially prepared highly polished red nails.

Your dick tries to rise flat up against your belly but instead nudges between my boot clad ankles and you automatically begin to fuck my boots, so desperate are you now to shoot your load. I sense you trying to control yourself, still gazing at my perfect ass and pussy fully exposed in front of your face ...... then you bury your nose and mouth into the glistening, inviting perfumed heaven, thrusting your nose up my asshole as a substitute penis and licking and lapping at my pussy with your tongue.

I am now close to coming too, knowing that you are so filled with lust at the sight of holes spread for you and my boots and tights, so I thrust myself back onto your face, pushing the palms of my hands into the desk top to get extra leverage back onto you ..... you wrap your arms round the top of my thighs in a fierce embrace designed to wedge your face deep between my soaking cheeks, working intensely with your tongue alternately on my clitoris and asshole until I'm rewarded by my first shuddering orgasm which causes me to thrust back suddenly off the desk, a movement which causes us both to fall back into a large leather armchair, me now sitting on your lap - or more correctly, impaled on your stiff erection!

As we come to terms with our new position, I find that I am in fact sitting back on your cock, flattening it up towards your belly and neatly sandwiched between my hot and wet bottom cheeks. By sliding rythmically up and down I can feel the bell end stroking my pussy and asshole and right up to my spine. Meanwhile you have one hand on one breast, the other in my pussy, index finger working my clitoris madly and as I work towards another climax. I am totally surrendered to the waves of lust and satisfaction and bounce up and down hard and fast on your rigid dick trying to bring it to orgasm. You gasp that you are ready to come and I know I need to act quickly. I suddenly stand up astride you on the chair and place my bottom firmly on your face, forcing your head back into the seat and your tongue deep into my anus; with my left hand I tickle your ballsack and with my right I furiously fist off the bursting purple headed cock in front of me until the explosion of spunk jets out, splashing my breasts, neck and face, covering me with the hot white stickiness that I need as I quiver with orgasm number two under your tongue.

Satisfied I collapse into your arms and plant a passionate, spunky french kiss on your lips ...

"How versatile was that?" I ask.