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| Experienced Dom, familiar with most areas of training. Have worked with girls for ten years. Prefer ltr but can also do short themed sessions. Happy to be gentle or brutal - but always creative - many unique approaches no one else does ;-)
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tish's story
Tanned
As she walked through the door, breathing in the undisturbed home air, and gazed upon the doormat, her eyes noticed the now familiar writing of her colleague. I say colleague, but of course that description was insufficient to explain their connection as you will see. She picked the letter up along with many others and took them through to the kitchen table. After making herself a much needed decaffeinated tea she settled down to opening the mail, secreting his letter into her pocket for much later.
It was several hours before the house assumed the semblance of normality. All the bags were unpacked, the immediate tasks of washing and cooking complete and her family were set up with the mixture of recreation and tasks. With her mission accomplished she took a look in the mirror and wandered up to her bedroom to slowly open up her special letter. Her heart began to beat faster as she noticed tiny patterns on the envelope, so small only a careful examination would identify them. The envelope came apart easily to reveal another, but with an instruction on its surface? ?Text me now and I will tell you what to do next.? She loved their games. There was something exciting in the fun of communication across time and space that made their intimacy more than purely hers or his alone.
Her hands typed a short message, ?Back home. Tanned. Need you to inspect. Love you x.? There was a long wait which began to annoy her at first, but she knew how he would always reply as soon as he was free to. Temptation made her want to break the rule and tear open the second envelope but she wanted to be a good girl and not upset her Love. Patience had taught her that her body grew more receptive the more she allowed him to command and direct her feelings. Over an hour passed before her phone finally shared his message, ?So glad you?re safe. Looking forward to hearing all your news. Inside letter is my fantasy for next time. Prepare yourself?I love you, Beautiful. X.? He enjoyed sharing his thoughts and plans with her, slowly revealing his hidden heart.
She was just about to peel back the unsealed flap when a second text lit up her screen. ?Will you shake your head at me this time I wonder or will you give yourself to me completely? X.? She remembered their last encounter where he had explored her bleeding body with his hands and cock. The sensation of his fingers pressing into her brown hole made her feel odd and she had tried to resist, shaking her head at his, but she knew his desire was to own her completely. Her feelings were often at odds in this way. There were times when she wanted nothing more than to be his plaything, submitting to his secret passions. There were other moments when all she wanted was for her heart to be valued ? hugs, words and kisses were enough. His text made her feel uncomfortable? and yet she knew how much he appreciated her.
Her mind was cast back to their last encounter. He had arrived through the back door whilst she was still putting her family to bed. His footsteps had been light and unnoticed over the din of bedtime rituals. He had laid out the flowers, the napkins for their meal, lit the candles and placed the bitter mints in the lounge. Then he waited for her, absorbing the smells of her cooking, the sounds of love echoing from upstairs and enjoying the signs of her organisation around the home. She had dressed herself for him trying hard to follow his guidance for their Italian event. She?d even asked him about her hair in the few hours before their evening began so that she knew a little more about his desires. As she?d crept downstairs her heart had beat faster. Where would he be? She?d looked in the kitchen and the music room. In her fear she?d switched the light on in the lounge, not wanting him to surprise her in the dark. Once she?d found him and embraced him with her hands the way he liked it (firmly behind her back) their conversation had been frank and honest ? just how she liked it. Her heart had gradually opened as it always seemed to do, even when she wasn?t in the best of moods for his company.
Her heart was still dreaming of his touching as she opened the second envelope and found his story. She hadn?t had one for months. She began to stir between her legs once more. Her body wanted to be near him and she smiled as she read through his ideas and secrets. He was always pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable, typically. He had provided a list of necessary clothes once more: his usual interest in stockings had been added to with a set of garters for both of her thighs. He wanted them to be black and to wrap her skin tightly, just hidden beneath the edge of her skirt. This time though he wanted something lighter to toy with, and shorter. His eyes wanted to see it barely covering the top of the stockings so that each time she bent over he would see her tanned skin and vaginal lips?so, no knickers again! He could have thought of something more original she mused to herself. Over the top of her black silk camisole he asked for a blouse? so that she could slowly undo the buttons. There was no colour or type specified so she decided to text him about that later. He also wanted her to tie silk ribbons to her wrists and ankles. They needed to be half a metre long and then wrapped up so that they didn?t get in the way of the meal. Interesting?hmmm.
Now that she had a picture of herself in her mind she looked at the second page ? the story. It was long. Just how she wanted it ? no male fantasies involving a quick frolic and ejaculation. This was a slow and steady encounter over hours. He had sent it days in advance so that she could walk it through in her mind several times before being with him. Her servant heart wanted to please him, make him feel special and in charge of her form. She read the different pages with fascination. He was being much more daring with their love making. She wasn?t sure of some of his requests? as usual. He would have to firm with her if he was going to have his way this time she reflected. She placed the pages back into the envelope once again and made the supper for the family? but she was waiting for the dream to begin.
It was over a week before they saw each other again. They were their usual professional selves and she enjoyed wearing clothes to hug her body so that he could enjoy her outline in the staff room. She took care over her appearance more these days ? selecting clothes which he preferred just as he did for her. Their mutual love through clothing went unnoticed to all except to one another. Texts flew back and forth through the days leading up to their time together until the night finally came. It was a Saturday when love was possible once more. She left the door unlocked and the food to be something he liked ? a rich salad laced with sauce alongside a small fish and potato bake, topped with herbs and a light cheese. She had taken most of the afternoon buying the food and table decorations, before preparing it for them both. A red wine was set out and a full glass provided on his place. She knew that he probably wouldn?t want it all, but there was a desire within her to see him move from a medicinal approach to the drink through to her pleasurable relish.
After putting her daughter to bed she went into her bedroom and began to redress. She?d had time to purchase a new pair of stockings which went higher up her thighs. The finishing touch was the garters which she lined up with the base of her new black skirt. They were tight to put on. Finally she wound ribbons around her wrists and ankles, tucking them in so that they didn?t fall into the plate. She brushed her hair one final time, applied a fresh layer of lipstick and slowly went downstairs.
He was nowhere to be seen. On the table were the flowers he?d bought her and a small wrapped gift. She fingered it lightly and felt his hands on her shoulders. She knew it was his arms as he cuddled her from behind, enjoying her small form within his embrace. ?So nice to see you Beauty,? he whispered softly into her ear, before kissing her neck. She turned and returned his affection, enjoying the warmth of his lips and the softness of his clean shaven face. She sighed as she felt the stiffness of his cock pressing against her clitoris through the fabric.
They began to chat about their holidays, enjoying the little moments each had experienced apart. There were the disappointments, the mundane hours and the exciting experiences to relate. As they savoured the meal the closeness of their hearts was restored and each began to feel the depth of love the other held them in. By the time it had been cleared away their hearts were full. She took the plates over to the dish washer and bent over. He watched as her skirt rode up her thighs and revealed first the garters and then her wet lips. She hadn?t used cream since their last adventure and her hair was beginning to frame her once more. He was keen to take her there and then, but he waited until she had completed all her jobs. She walked over to the clear wall by the door, raised her arms into the air and closed her eyes.
That was the sign. In its simplicity it was the most gorgeous thing to do ? no words, no fight, just complete surrender. He took her hands and began to pull them upwards until she was at full stretch whilst he pressed the full weight of his form against hers. The effect was immediate. Not only did her breathing change and her lips dance with his, but her nipples began to press through her top. He began whispering affectionately to her heart, enjoying her body whilst his eyes scanned her aroused form. As his hand passed across her breasts she wondered when he would undo the ribbons and tie her together, as he had previously.
?Do you want to see my tan lines?? she teasingly asked, knowingly full well that he would be pleased by her suggestion. As he smiled with his eyes she began to pull up her skirt until he could see where her bikini bottoms had hugged her body. The line sailed so close to her lips and then framed her pubic heart which he had lovingly created. She moved her legs apart and he heard the sound of her wet lips separate - the most erotic kiss. He took her wrists once more and began to taste her juice with his tongue. As it alighted upon her organs, her body rose in sympathy. She moaned as he flicked up and down, gripping her wrists firmly. She pushed her body towards his mouth, enjoying the deft touches he was able to give her. His hands squeezed her tiny wrists tightly until they hurt and she began to feel the combination of sensations ? pain and pleasure. He had tapped into her body?s extremes so quickly.
His tongue finished on her clitoris and he slowly nibbled and kissed his way up her body until he was inches from her ear. ?Take off your top and skirt slowly as you dance for me my lovely.? He switched on the music, sat upon the chair and watched as her beautiful form began to sway back and forth in time to the rhythm. ?I love to see your passion through your dancing. You are so pretty, so beautiful.? She moved towards and away from him, dangling her clothing teasingly across his lap. He liked her teases. She turned around and displayed her buttocks, waving them temptingly in his direction. His hand moved quickly and she felt a sharp smack upon her smooth skin. She turned and looked sadly at him whilst her bottom continued to dance. ?That hurt my Love. You do love me don?t you?? He smiled at her cunning bravado. As her cheeks moved closer again, he painted them red. Her hands rubbed her reddened skin so his left hand took them away whilst he continued to make her feel the strength of his right hand. After a few minutes she turned back to him, choking back the tears, and sat upon his lap, allowing him to enjoy the taste of her breasts.
?You are such a good girl my Love,? he whispered as he kissed her ear lobe.
?I want to please you Master,? she dared to say his name to his face and he smiled at her recognition. ?Did I please you?? Her voice was hesitant and he saw how uncertain she was.
?You pleased me like a good girl.? Her eyes smiled at him and he knew instantly that it was time to take her trust further, to see how much she wanted to please him. ?Come with me,? he breathed and pulled her into the lounge where the fire was burning cosily. ?Where are the scarves?? She gave him all seven, nervously. He saw her reluctance and was unhappy at her lack of trust. ?There?s no need to worry my Love. You should know that I?d never hurt you by now.? She apologised and he began to bind her wrists tightly whilst kissing her fingers and arms. Her imagination began to consider what he intended to do with her. Would he take advantage of her and rape her as he had once suggested, forcing her wet lips apart and pulling her hair? Her heart began to beat faster as he took her to the sofa and made her lie over its comfortable arm. She found it gentle but her heart?s fear began to take over. ?Don?t hurt me my Love.? He found her continued fear too much and placed a scarf over her lovely lips. Now she was his.
His hands tied her ankles together loosely before he stood upon the remainder which fell upon the floor, pushing her legs apart until the ribbon was taut. She was completely his and he began to whisper exactly what he intended to do with her. It was slow and precise and by the end of his description he could see her body rise and fall in anticipation. He gently licked her lower lips, enjoying her distinct flavour. His fingers stroked up and down, allowing him the opportunity to enjoy their redness. They reminded him of two flames suspended, waiting to burn upon touch. He knew that she was urging him to become more forceful in his touch and he enjoyed this game. As the fingers pushed upon her wet pussy they pinched and pulled, opening to reveal their pink secrets. Pulling them apart his tongue began to circle her vagina, drinking in the taste and sensing her pleasure at his attention. ?You are so beautiful my Lovely. I want you so much. I?ve missed you so much.? His eyes alighted upon her round buttocks which had gone decidedly white.
As he struck upon her skin the trace of his fingers were left behind. Then he kissed her deeply, allowing her time to revel in the softness of his mouth upon her fanny. He repeated this process over and over again until he could see that she was becoming desperate to feel his hard cock penetrate. Undoing the scarf across her mouth he heard her sighs clearly. His full weight pressed upon her body as he leaned over to her ear and whispered again. ?Are you ready my Love?? She nodded her head as if still unable to speak and he pulled back to gaze upon her beauty once more. Her sweet skin and slender waist led his gaze to her succulent buttocks and then on to her moist lips which almost seemed to say please? ?Choices?your body is so available, so ready, but which colour do I pick this time? pink or brown?? Her head turned suddenly and she looked deeply into his eyes. There was a pleading look at his, but he had already decided. His fingers began to touch her buttocks, massaging them until they made their way to her clitoris. She relaxed as he began to rub her into an immediate ecstasy. His other hand enjoyed her breasts, falling into his palms, before moving onto her back, travelling down her spine, between her cheeks and circling her brown hole. She felt his penis press against her wet lips and urged him in. His tip began to enter, pushing her apart, pressing upon her sensitive walls, whilst at the same time?
?his fingers massaged her buttocks, pulling them gently apart and allowing them to enfold him. Her sighs grew stronger as he pressed himself closer, penetrating her deeper with each thrust as his dry organ moved effortlessly into her wet embrace. Her body, restrained as it was, began to dance with his rhythm, echoing his feelings for her. There was another way of speaking as each Lover sensed the rise and fall of passion through their connection. His hands clasped her thighs, pulling her tighter as he welcomed her lips over his fullness. There was no dryness now, just a smooth intertwining as befits the loving heart. She had forgotten her fears and was enjoying the intimacy of their touch. She wondered why sexual chemistry wasn?t taught at school, not as a science but as a modern language so unspoken. His nails traced the full circumference of her thighs, until they began to touch her open lips. Nails gave way to his sensitive tips, pressing the folds around his penis, arousing them both. She felt his fingers pulling at her pubic hairs, penetrating alongside his pole, forcing her further open.
She wanted his deeper attention to fall upon her clitoris which had been gradually stimulated by being pressed against the curves of the sofa. As she looked into his eyes his heart knew immediately that she was ready to go further. He pulled her whole body towards his until his hands were fully between her thighs. With each stroke of his fingers his free hand clutched at her hair, pulling it towards his heart. Her sighs and cries increased as he tugged at her extremes, allowing her occasional respite so that she might regain her composure and breathe slowly again. Her hands wanted to play with his body, teasing and arousing him; her legs longed to be pressed against his firm thighs but she knew that she must wait for the right time, his time. The sensation of being held, at the loving mercy of her Lover?s desires, unable to resist his every touch caused ripples of pleasure up and down her inner passages. Her head was awash with sensations of release she was only familiar with when under the influence of too much good wine. She didn?t care how he saw her or felt her anymore? she was his and she welcomed his control.
His touch receded and she began to wonder what was about to happen next. ?Time for a game my Love,? he whispered. She loved games, especially when they involved an element of the unknown. His hands untied her wrists slowly as he teased her with the instructions. ?You may pick what happens next from a list of six possibilities, but? I know which they are and in which order they come. I will not tell you the order but I will tell you what pleasures await you? if you would like to know?? He sat upon a floor cushion and she sat upon his lap, nestling close to his erection which she could see for the first time.
?I would like to know,? she replied, taking hold of her new found freedom by hugging him closely to her needy chest. He enjoyed this passion being expressed. She was his every dream ? not only willing to surrender but intensely sexual herself, which seemed to be so unlike the story of women throughout the world. Her fingers teased at his back, relishing his muscles and bones in her hands. Her eyes were slightly bowed towards his face, full of fire. ?I would like to know?please.? Her voice became sweet to his ears for she spoke as if the little girl in her heart were reaching out to him, urging him on.
?Well?one possibility is that you may sit upon my cock facing away from me whilst I slowly touch your clit, rubbing you and holding you until your whole body trembles on top of mine. Would you like that my Love?? She nodded eagerly kissing his lips in her beautiful way. ?Another possibility is that you would follow my instructions during love making. I would tell you exactly what to do whilst at the same time arousing you? I would like that one.? She expressed her agreement at the idea, which he knew already, for her whole being was an act of pleasing him. It was good when their mutual fantasies overlapped he thought! His eyes stared into hers as he related the next, searching for her response from her soul. It is said that the face is a doorway to the heart, in particular the eyes, for they reveal the inner most thoughts and feelings which words may often mask. ?The next possibility is that you would be taken to the bedroom and tied to the four corners of the bed face down. There I would arouse you and take you to be my own.? There was a look of uncertainty when he mentioned the face down element, but she nodded in agreement at the idea. He was pleased at her response so far, but he wondered if she would start shaking her head at him over the final few choices. He hoped that she would be a good girl and embrace each new idea, but he knew from past experiences that she sometimes required his firmness in order to press on.
?My next idea would be to let you hide from me anywhere in the house. Hide and seek? yes. Then when I find you I will please myself with you in whatever way I choose. I will not try to please you at all. It will be focussed upon me. It may last for a few minutes, or go on and on.? He could see that she was more willing for this fantasy than he had imagined she might be.
?I want you to enjoy me. I want you to take pleasure from me. I hope that you enjoy yourself normally??
He sensed her lack of affirmation and the uncertainty which he had created. ?I do Beauty. This game is focussed upon me though, rather than you. You may enjoy it, but that will not be my primary aim. I will use you to please me. I will take your body for my own gratification.? He could see from the rise and fall of her chest that she was enjoying his description of this. He hoped that she would make that choice. He had explained four of the possibilities and her body wanted the others to be equally exciting. She was so open, so wet. His words were so sweet to her ears. She had waited for this game ever since reading it all those weeks before and now it had finally arrived. She held his penis in anticipation of the last two for their remembrance sent pleasure through her being.
?The fifth choice is that I play the game of traffic lights. You have three beautiful orifices for me to choose from. I name each of them with a colour and then you have to choose two of them for me to come into.? He could see that this was the hardest choice so far as it meant that not only were her mouth and fanny open to his penis, but also her anus, which she was reluctant to share. She kissed him again anyway, slowly rubbing his erection in her the palms of her tiny hands.
?And the last?? It was a shame that there was only one more to be related. Games filled her with nervous excitement? the equivalent of Christmas for adults, although the presents in this case were rather different!
?This is the one I call fancy dress. I know that you like dressing up for me, so we will go upstairs and choose various outfits for you to put on. After you have dressed for me, you will slowly take them off as we make love around your bedroom. Then I will choose another outfit until I have loved you in a whole range of clothing in a whole range of ways. I especially would like to love you in your school outfit so that each time I see you wearing it I can remember peeling it off your pert body, see it sliding down your arms and thighs so that each day in the staff room I can mentally repeat the whole experience.? He could see that she liked the idea too for she was at heart a woman who liked to dress up for the sheer pleasure of looking nice.
?Can I pick now?? she asked, keen to keep their intimacy moving on. He nodded. ?I pick??
?There is one more choice that I didn?t let you know about.? He paused and saw that she welcomed his interruption. ?Option seven is that you let me choose. So let me know what you want my Love.? He could see her eyes light up at his last suggestion, but he didn?t mind which choice she went for. His greatest pleasure was to be with her for as long as was possible?
She thought about it for only a few seconds before looking deeply into his eyes. ?Lucky seven Master!? She breathed the words slowly and they penetrated his mind like a drug. She really said it. His cock was rock hard in her hands. He began to think through the choices as he took her in his arms and hugged her. Her eyes met his and she looked at him plaintively. ?Will you give me a magic word in case I need you to stop?? He smiled back and tried to sort that one out too. He could make it humorous? someone?s name.
In the end he chose a simple word. ?Use ?surrender? my Beauty. It?s a beautiful idea and entirely suitable to bring the game to an end. But you do realise that I?m not trying to hurt you.? She nodded trustingly but inside she felt insecure about placing her body in the care of a man who wanted all of her. It was one thing to read it in a book, or fantasise about it on her bed, another to allow it to happen! Their journey so far allowed her to take this step of faith with confidence.
He looked into her eyes as he described his choice. ?I like all of the options my Heart. They all fill me with desire knowing that I?ll be doing them with you. I think that the one which most excites me is the idea of controlling you? having you as my love slave. I have imagined this day for months and months. Knowing that I can do anything with you, a willing blessing, fills me with the greatest pleasure.? He stood up and walked to the door of the lounge. ?Come with me upstairs my Love.? She obeyed instantly and he took her hand as they walked up the stairs. She wondered what he would ask her to do next and began to imagine all sorts of ways he might like to be pleased. Her nipples were erect and she wanted him to be inside her now, but knew she would have to wait.
In the bedroom he turned to look at her body. She was stunning and he wanted to keep the memory in his mind. ?Kneel down my Beauty and come to me on your hands and knees.? When she sat in front of him he stroked her hair. ?You are such a good girl. I?m going to reward you now with my cock in your mouth. I want you to be very good and let me control the thrusts. I want you to use your tongue to swirl around the head, arousing me and stirring me. If I come I want you to swallow me.? She nodded at the end and opened her mouth eager to have him back inside. He gently placed his man on her tongue, allowing her to begin to lick and stimulate him. He took her beautiful hair in his hands and pulled her back and forth so that he pushed inside enough but not too deeply. His body shuddered as he experienced waves of pleasure. He had his beloved pleasing him. His eyes wandered from the top of her flowing hair to their reflection in her bedroom mirrors. She was so pretty. Her long tresses fell upon her shoulders and around her cheeks. Every once in a while he made quick shallow thrusts which heightened his feelings. After what seemed like a few minutes but was probably much longer he pulled himself out and helped her to her feet.
?You know what I want more than anything else?? She smiled at him and shook her head with her little girl eyes pleading innocence. He whispered into her ear and she shook her head at him with tiny tears in her eyes.
?I don?t want you to do that?? He sat on the edge of the bed and ordered her over his lap. She could see that he wasn?t pleased by her response, so she lay in submission. His hand struck her cheeks until they were sore and the tears fell down her sweet face.
?Now my Beauty, I don?t want you to do that again. You?ve always promised to be my good girl haven?t you?? She nodded.
?I?ll do anything but please don?t bite my lip or put your man in my anus Master??
?I?ll do what I want?Master wants, Master??
?Gets?? She knelt over her bed. She had prepared herself for this moment ? to lose her second virginity had first worried her, but as she relaxed, it had excited her. She felt his comforting hands soothe her red buttocks. They took some of the sting away. He began to rub her entrance with a cream to make the entry smoother and gentler. She began to become more restless and for a few seconds her heart beat in her mouth. She wondered whether to use her magic word now. It was reassuring to know that no matter what happened her Master would abide by the rules of the game. It gave her the confidence to try something beyond her interest. Suddenly her body was filled with an intense sense of satisfaction. She was allowing him to do something with her body which she took no pleasure in, but from which he would derive the greatest satisfaction. This sense of self-sacrifice was important. Her body was overwhelmed with a flood of relief and as she relaxed, the tightness of her anus visibly subsided.
He approached her gently, beginning with his soft tip pressing in. With the cream there was no sense of friction or pain. It all happened so easily this time and soon he had filled her. She didn?t find it arousing at first, but then his fingers moved onto her clitoris and she was back in her own territory. Her heart was experiencing such diverse feelings she found herself trying to understand what was going on within her soul. There was the now familiar stimulation of her most precious lady. The sting of her buttocks was intense as his thighs pushed against them; his entire body rose and fell upon her base. Then there were his words of endearment, touching her mind like water crashing upon a beach, whilst inside her in a new way there was his man enjoying himself as her inner walls pressed tightly against his skin. She allowed him to continue, not wanting to use the word lest she miss the next glorious event. She would be his she decided, come what may. He must be Master? not her.
His penis slowly withdrew and he went to the bathroom to clean him before returning. ?You?ve blessed me with all of yourself, my Heart, so now I want to bless you. Come close and sit on me whilst I hold you tight.? ?Her heart which had been so confused melted at the words. She had come through to the other side and he was showing her his love, his full love.
?Thank you Master, I love you.? He smiled with his eyes and guided her beautiful body down. He enjoyed the change of perspective as she sat upon him. Having been relatively distant on the bed she was as close as was possible. Her little form rocked gently before his finger passed across her breasts and traced a line over her torso until it met her throbbing vulva. He was back inside her, home. She arched her head back, allowing his lips to taste her neck. This time she felt fully alive as her clitoris, breasts and nape all sang in harmony. His arms held her tightly and his fingers occasionally pulled at her left nipple. This tenderness grew alongside the trembling inside her whole body. She had to sigh to manage her feelings. Sighs gave way to moans as he felt her body rise to a crescendo. She rippled against his, squeezing his penis with each contraction of her muscles. Her body relaxed against his, enjoying his embrace and security.
?But what about you?? she inquired almost ashamed that she had forgotten about him.
?I?ve saved myself up for now Beauty. Don?t worry.? He looked at her eyes, so different now that she had enjoyed herself. Just follow me? I have something else for our finale...? |
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clare's story - part 1
The message appeared upon the screen. 'Hello, I am an experienced Dom in your local area.' She grew moist at the words 'local' and 'Dom'. Her mind raced through so many possibilities of how He might choose to use her, before considering the ultimate fantasy - perhaps He is one of her friends - a dark horse living down her road!
Her eyes returned to the message: 'I have trained many girls over the last ten years in a unique way, for I find each girl's soul to be beautifully different.' She wondered if He was going to be too smooth with flowery language like that, although she preferred it to the 'fuck me brigade'.
Her fingers tapped away at her Blackberry, trying to sound sophisticated, daring and slightly choosy, although she knew that once she committed herself to serving a Dom the choices would all be His. 'Hi, I'm interested to chat more, but You need to know that I'm married. I am generally horny, especially when I know that You are thinking about me. ?I prefer to chat first, and then maybe meet, if we like each other.' She really wanted to say 'If You like me', but that sounded like she was an easy lay. He would have to be good if she would kneel at His feet. She pressed send and supped on her cold coffee. Time to get a new one she decided as there was no immediate response.?
Her mind loved this moment. It was the shadowlands of uncertainty - firstly, could He talk? So many Doms think it is all about the size of a cock and a tight set of pecs, and whilst shape was important, it was the shape of His heart which mattered most. Secondly, did He show interest in her, as a woman, not just as a fuck hole. It seemed so obvious to her that this was what a D/s relationship was all about, but most of the guys on CollarMe seemed to lack the basic sexual etiquette beyond 'IFU'.
She wandered back to her lounge chair, making polite conversation with her family, before sipping on her fresh drink and pressing 'refresh'. Good! The screen lit up with not one red word but three. He was keen. It was unlikely that He was messaging several girls if He had the time to think about her messages so much. She tried not to smile at His messages. Inbetween glances at the latest thriller on the screen, she typed a few replies, making sure that nothing important was given away!
His questions were polite but probing. There was something intriguing by each. The first was easy: 'What type of film do you like to ?watch?' It was the romantic sort, with an edge of daring built in - she didn't want to admit to watching porn quite yet!?
Her heart began to beat at the sight of the next question: 'How often do you achieve a multiple orgasm?' Heck, what could she say to that? Thus far the closest she had got to one was a box of Bendicks bittermints which she had the luxury to devour on her own one Christmas Eve. She could hardly state that. He was probably used to girls with far more experience and training. She bit her lip. Was this a warning shot across her bows, time to call it a day? Her fingers drummed upon the screen as she pondered her move. She decided honesty was the best course of action. After all, if He rejected her on the grounds of inexperience, why was He bothering to talk with her in the first place! 'Never' was her truthful reply, but she hoped He might change that. Logic had overcome her fear.?
The third question was one she'd been asked many times before and refused to answer, but He seemed like a listener. She allowed her mind to mull over her fantasies to identify her 'favourite one'. It was a combination of many factors, rather like a recipe. The ingredients varied a little, sometimes a tall, dark handsome man in a suit, sometimes in a uniform, but always in a hot country where she could undress without fear of her feet getting cold...and a few other extremities too. Allowing herself the space to drift off into her masturbation land made her cross her legs in rapid succession.?
The odd family interruption brought her down to earth and stopped her from being too submissive during her first conversation. She had wanted to find more than just sex and so far things were looking positive.?
When at last the noise in the room abated, and all but the drone of the neighbours TV was left, she touched the keys of the computer to log on to CollarMe once more, enjoying the pictures of the leather collared girls along the way. They were far slimmer than she could imagine ever being (unless she had the fortune to be locked up for a month and fed only fruit juice) but the look on their eyes was the same as the feeling within her - I want to belong. Not just on paper, or with a gold ring around my finger. I want to please, to serve and be wanted. As she stared at the leather collar around each of the girls' necks, she wondered if anyone might truly want to own and use her. Had she ever thought like that as a girl, she would have mocked her own perceived weakness, but now, as a woman who had begun to know herself and her own needs, she had taken that step to acknowledge the erotic submissive that lay within her heart.
Her replies had been answered. It was as she hoped - not one word answers but thoughtful messages. Her heart began to warm to His words. Not quite poetry, but they would do. He could write, which was more than most of the men she'd had the misfortune to date in her life thus far. ?He had trained several girls for many years. Good, it ensured a space for her heart and mind to flourish. She wondered why so many girls sought the comfort of a one night hunk who could provide them with little more than an office story and the occasional std. She wanted something deeper.?
'I want to become entwined with you, meshing more than cunt and cock. I want your secrets, your mind to meet Mine, to adore and love Mine, to worship Mine. Have you ever given yourself completely to a man before? Not just the moments after the foundation and mascara have been applied, all of you - the bad hair days too! I want to know your past, present and future. Do you want to be owned? Surrendering your inner heart is the only way to be yielded fully. Is that what you expected, or did you simply want to give your body sexually?'
She wanted to be owned. No one had ever known her fully though. There were some pretty messy places inside her that she alone held the key to. She was not sure she wanted to let anyone but God see those, not even a priest. As her mind wandered her ideas drifted into the role of a Dom as a kind of confession - someone who she could confide deeply everything she had bolted behind doors marked 'Do not touch'. She just needed to trust Him first. Touch Him. Yield.?
After several further exchanges He finally invited her to meet up for a coffee. Too soon, too soon, came the voices in her head, and yet her heart longed for it. His suggestion was a week away, long enough to get to know one another on paper, and close enough to begin to explore each others longings. He suggested that she break with any other Dom, if she wanted to draw near to Him. It made sense. She knew that two male voices would only confuse matters. His approach was gentle though, wise at this point she decided.?
It was getting late. He had to go. He did give her permission to rub herself after they said goodbye. If only He could reach out down the phone and somehow do it for her. She blew a kiss as she switched off and moved to the sofa. The house was quiet as she masturbated with her knickers still on. She tried to imagine how He might use her. He knew more about her than all but her midwife already. One evening's conversation and she had already revealed so much of herself. At least it was only words. She imagined the state of her labia by the time they met, dripping with enthusiasm. As she climaxed, she heard His voice in her ears, echoing as her back arched and her breathing turned to a moan - ?'good girl'. It was enough, and all she ever wanted to hear. Upstairs, as she listened to the sound of her husband snoring next to her, she held on to every word her eyes had seen lit up as she drifted off to sleep. Her adventure had begun...
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Why not have a submissives day, on 'May I'
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Lucy's story
she sat in the chair, chewing on the last bite of the main course, sipping on the wine which filled her mind. she stared at him across the table, past the candle and into His eyes. He had something which she couldn't put her finger on. It was a quality that caused her to tell Him her secrets, here in the restaurant. she leant in to listen to the lyricism of His voice. Behind the gentleness was a confidence. her blouse fell open and He took a long gaze before looking back into her eyes. 'Time to take u home,' He whispered, brushing His hand against her cheek...
she turned the key in her door and took a deep breath, trying not to be heard, but He read her nervousness and stroked her long hair. His eyes gazed around the rooms, reading them as if they were the expression of the inside her brain... He didn't look at her as He gave her His first instruction. 'Stop where u are girl, and slowly undress for Me.' now He turned around, found the nearby sofa and sat down. His eyes watched her, the hesitancy and then the obedience. Her fingers nimbly undid her coat, laying them upon the floor in her lovely feminine way. 'I can't take My eyes off u...' He whispered
The sound of each item was so different, peeling off her skin, moving through the air and falling to the floor. Her body danced before His eyes. she was a sculpture, painting before His artists eyes, in a form she could never see, but His words fumbled to convey. Finally she came to her underwear. Once again she paused, aware of the silent focus His eyes carved upon her skin. He smiled and began to walk around her, like a panther sniffing its prey. He stopped in front of her naked skin and enjoyed the view. If only she could see with His heart, but the only way He could truly convey how He felt was through His use of her...
'Remove your bra girl,' he intoned, enjoying the control He had over her beauty. she obeyed immediately, overcoming the resistance that came from within, the same reluctance He had seen in her avoiding taking the simple photographs. her hands moved behind her back, unclipping the hook to her lacy bra which she had bought for the occasion. she handed it to him and tried in vain to cover herself.
'Hands behind your back girl. your tits are for My pleasure.' He admired their hang, the way the light described their shape and her lovely areola and nipples. He would enjoy playing with those later. He motioned for her to turn sideways so that He could see more of her beauty. she obeyed, finding it hard to allow Him to treat her like a slave, and yet relishing the experience. The juxtaposition of humiliation and arousal made her drip inside....
Suddenly He was by her side, binding her wrists together with leather cuffs. The smell was intoxicating. she wondered where she had learned to like its scent. He was behind her for a long while, touching her fair skin with His hands, holding her breasts from behind, stroking her hair. 'good girl, u are nearly ready to be used.' she watched as He held her hair tightly and passed a pair of scissors before her eyes. It was one she'd never seen before. God, was He going to cut her hair? Was this some awful way to punish her? she felt the cold steel slide past her shoulders and down to her knickers. Two short snips later and they lay at her feet...now she felt truly vulnerable, and deeply aroused. 'Very wet girl,' He declared, staring between her legs. 'We are going to have some fun!'
lucy wondered if she had made the right decision to put Him in control of her body. her chest began to rise and fall rapidly almost as quickly as the juices ran from her lips. He seemed same enough though. she regathered her thoughts, focused once more upon the pleasure of feeling out of control once more and took a deep breath. she knew He understood, after all, He had watched lots of girls pass through this moment. she pushed them all to the back of her mind. she had wanted a Dom with experience, and that was the only way to get it. she watched Him unpack an array of items which were previously concealed about His person. The belt was obvious - black leather, Studded with many silver hemispheres. How many girls had that marked? More importantly, would her ass be added to the list tonight?
Finally the collection of items which ranged from elastic bands and bulldog clips to leather straps and a folding cane lay upon her sofa. The last item was now gently placed over her eyes - a lovely black leather blindfold. she smelt it immediately as she closed her eyes in sympathy. Now all of her senses came to the fore. she heard Him wandering the room, going to the kitchen for something from the freezer, perhaps, or was it to leave something for later? The clock ticked loudly and she became so focused upon its sound that her whole body jumped as His fingers gripped her nipples tightly, just before He spoke.
'u are Mine girl.' his whisper haunted her for a few seconds. her hesitancy to commit herself to anyone had kept her safe from harm all of her life. Now she had stepped over a line. His right hand moved from her heaving chest, past her gut that was in turmoil, until it rested just above her clit. He paused, enjoying the last few inches before greeting her holy place for the first time. 'I wonder how u will taste today? Part your legs more girl.' she did as instructed, hearing her moist labia separate in the silence. His finger slid down, over her love button and onto her juices which fell between her thighs, dripping like honey. she heard the sound of His lips taste her...and then a sigh. 'Alkali...My favourite time...u are fertile girl!'
His hands pulled her to the ground. she almost fell upon His body. he parted her thighs once more, feeling her soft skin as He did, then kissed and bit her lips, making her suck and nurse at the pain. she was panting now, for her clit was being toyed with. she was so ready, but He had instructed her to wait for His permission. she panted louder, trying to alert Him to her predicament. Finally she begged out loud, 'Please let me cum...'
'I told u to wait u bad girl!' He bit back at her, disgusted by her selfish impatience. As He withdrew His finger, she begged again. This time He silenced her with a firm slap to her ass, shocking her into silence. After several more slaps her silence turned into sobs. 'Don't ever go against My command again girl, do u understand?' she nodded her head as her tears fell to the floor from under her blindfold. 'now, how should I teach u to be obedient in the future?' he waited for a reply, but she gave none. her mind was still dealing with the prospect of a delicious orgasm being turned into the humiliation of a spanking. 'I don't know.'
His hand fell upon her skin once more...'Show more respect when u speak to Me girl! Do I have to teach u even how to speak?'?
'I'm sorry Sir,' she blubbered through yet more tears, wondering if she would ever get to enjoy the chemical feeling rippling through her body.
'Now girl, whose climax is it to give to u - Mine or yours?' His mind raced back to the time when she had begged Him to be allowed to use her vibe, rather than follow His instructions. she needed strong, clear rules it seemed.?
'My orgasm is Your gift...Sir,' she added, wishing to avoid further marks on her skin, especially as she was due an appointment the next day at her doctors.?
'good girl. And is it Mine to give or withhold?'
'Both Sir.'
'Exactly. So when u beg Me to give u an orgasm, and I can see that u want one before u ask, why do u think I might be withholding it girl?'
she searched for an answer but none came. This was all new to her. 'I don't know Sir.'
'Simply that I was not ready to give it to u girl. Should u take gifts from under the Christmas Tree four days before the event because u want them?'
'No Sir.' she breathed deeply and realised that this was going to be a completely different experience to what she had expected...
'As that is your first time to make a mistake I shall have mercy, but if u continue to be a selfish greedy girl I shall have to punish u. Does that sound fair to u?'
'Oh yes Sir. Thank u for your mercy. I will try hard not to be greedy. I am learning new things all the time and...'
'No excuses girl. Button that lip and accept responsibility for your greedy little clit.'
'Yes Sir. I'm sorry for trying to worm My way out of it. If u want to punish Me u may as I want to learn to please u.'
He paused for a moment, impressed by her submission to the punishment idea. Meanwhile, she wondered what on earth made her say such a thing! 'I admire your decision to desire discipline girl. It is a good quality. I will reward u with an orgasm after all, but first something special to make sure that u never forget to bite your tongue!'
she heard the sound of water in the distance, a dripping upon a plate, or perhaps a bowl. He placed a soft pillow in front of her to avoid friction marks on her soft skin, and then gently lowered her forward, guiding her with careful instructions. Now she felt vulnerable. her ass was hoisted in the air and both holes were available for use and abuse. she both desired His touch and feared it. He explained what He was about to do.
'When u disobey or behave like a greedy girl it leaves Me cold girl. Do u understand being turned off?' she nodded. 'So I am going to remind u of that with some cold of My own.' she felt His cold fingers touching her ass and cunt which only moments before had been hot and wet with excitement. But she was resolved not to disappoint Him a second time.
'Please teach Me not to make u feel cold Sir.' her obedience and desire to please made Him hard once more. He was starting to reach her mind...
What happened next was unexpected. she had imagined the punishment was to be the cold fingers upon her holes. It was much more painful. she had once watched 9 1/2 weeks and thought the way the ice cube was used was so erotic, but this made her cry out. He inserted an ice cube into her anus, pushing it deep inside using His fingers. The pain began to subside after a few moments, and she began to relax once more. she trusted Him to do what was safe, and it was only water, but...He stared at her reactions. she was starting to own her feelings, and process her pain. He was impressed by her effort at pleasing Him.
When she finally relaxed, and the water began to slowly drip from her warm hole, He began to rub her clit once more. she sighed in contentment. 'Thank u for My punishment Sir. I'm sorry for letting u down. And thank u for rubbing Me now.'
she tried to take on board what was happening to her body. On one side of her she felt strongly aroused on her clit. The sensation of being close to a climax returned almost immediately and she longed to be released. This contrasted with the feelings at war in her anus, where an icy chill burnt into her passage. And yet, there was a sense of calm within her. she felt at last in the hands of a man who knew more about sex than 'stick it in and push'.
He watched her body writhing in response to each rub, He knew that this time she would control her body and yield to His control. He wound her up more and more, slowing her down, caressing her breasts, her beautiful ass, releasing her clit to relax and then rise once more. she felt glad to have more than a machine throbbing on her intimacy...
His hand returned to her clit, rubbing and pinching her labia, teasing her until her body convulsed and she begged without words. Finally, He whispered into her soul, 'u may cum good girl,' squeezing her clitoris as she danced before His eyes, screaming and panting in gratitude, 'Thank You, thank You Sir,' before collapsing in a pile upon the floor. He smiled at her. she looked like a man after sex, contented...but her time to serve was not over yet. The evening had just begun and He had much to teach her...
His fingers deftly undid the cuffs and He ordered her back into doggy position. she obeyed immediately, fearing the consequences of tardiness. she knew He demanded much from her, and she wanted to give Him as much pleasure as she had just received from Him. Between each limb He placed a cold steel bar which extended like poles from a 1970's tent. she heard the sound and it threw her back to the damp nights as a girl guide. she had never felt damp like this then.
The four poles attached to each of the wrist cuffs, and then her ankles felt them being added too. It was like a dream she once had, where her body became a toy and there was nothing that she could do.
'Please Sir, may i have a drink. i'm feeling thirsty.' He took out the bottled water and gave her three refreshing gulps. The next few minutes moved her from being slightly mobile to totally immobile. It's at times like these that one hopes that a Dom doesn't have a heart attack! lucy enjoyed being wrapped in the leather cuffs, feeling the cold steel running alongside her thighs and hearing the sounds of her Man at work. All of a sudden He stopped. The sound of a camera clicking away at her sculpted form was all she could hear, and she did not resist, for she knew that every photograph taken was solely for Him and His arousal between training sessions. Finally, she heard a new sound. It wasnt a chain or steel. It sounded more...and then He swished it through the air...and she gulped! It was the crop He had bought her.?
He watched her body tense as His arms practised their art. He loved the sound of it cutting through the air, but the sound of it upon a girl's lily white form always gave Him an erection. 'I love to see a stripy red ass as I force My way in girl. A crop is designed to sting. It is a reminder of who is in control. It is arousal through pain, and one day, perhaps even tonight, u may discover just what it can do.'
He thought of the many times that she had refused Him, kept Him at arms length and tried to control Him with her last hours of resistance. Each crack of the crop was painted into a beautifully parallel pattern. He hit her hard, admiring the way that her skin formed welts in a matter of seconds. His strikes became louder and she could no longer contain herself. she began to sob at the increasing pain passing through her yeilded body. It was a moment of disquieting emotions. she knew that this was intensely arousing for Him, His cock kept brushing her ass between blows, and she had enjoyed crying. Tears rarely flowed, and it was releasing her in a new way.
Finally He stopped. His hands caressed her panting, weeping form. There was something beautiful passing through her body, a sensation she didn't understand, perhaps a yearning? It was difficult to explain. After years of running away from pain a switch seemed to have been tripped deep within her body - a door to new possibilities. Through her tearful face, He could see the tension, feel her passing from the old girl to someone new...becoming.
His fingers continued to circumscribe her body. As they undulated over skin and bones, His cock hardened again and He removed His trousers and underwear. Allowing His cock close, it began to rub along her body and He explained all that He was about to do with her whilst circling her lovely form. she listened as His words dripped into her ears, anticipating all He had still to do!
she wondered how she had finally arrived at this point. Usually she was so hesitant to act, reluctance had become the byword for her life after so many false hopes had been raised through the years. Dismissing possibilities had become the way she got through each week, allowing only the vibe to get so close, and yet here He was - His cock was about to thrust into one of her holes, and she wanted it so much. Skin to skin was a pleasure she enjoyed with many in hugs and affirmations, and each was valued. The feeling of being desired and adored was unique. she wanted it more than the incessant loneliness which had become her bed fellow.
Loneliness is a strange partner to serve. It rejects u, and yet every day that it entrances u, it makes your freedom less and less likely. It eats self esteem and only gifts those it loves with a feeling of low worth. Lucy knew all of these things, and she was glad that he had left her home. The feeling of love she derived from His cock was immeasurable. she had made Him hard. she alone. her prostrate form gave Him all that He longed for.?
He saw nothing change on the outside, for what is seen in time is slow and ponderous, like a hippo on heat. But once the goal is in sight, He knew that she was changing from within. His cock would help to complete her. He admired her form. she had emailed Him more pictures than to anyone else in her life, of a certain type, but seeing her curves was like beholding a sculpture.?
His studded belt passed across her ass, and she wondered if He was going to punish her again. she knew she deserved it. her submission had been beneath her own high standards...and the belt would focus her mind. But this time it was not to be. He stroked her back as the belt slid around her waist and formed the perfect grip for what He planned to do with her next.
'Are u okay for water?' He asked, remembering that she would often dry up after serving for a long time. she nodded and allowed herself to wander. If only she could keep this experience, bottle it up and treasure it forever. she had waited for a long time to allow the use of her body in this way, not the least because of who she sought, but primarily to become the girl that He could use. His stories had helped to shape her will, appearing in small bursts, like an erotic Dickens, unpicking her soul. |
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What is a Valentine sonnet?
In My eyes it is the swelling of lips
The fall of your breasts
The sway of your hips.
I hear it in your panting and sighs
It is in the obedient, 'Yes'
In the sound of chained ankles
And the slap on your skin...I confess.
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Roses are red
Spank marks turn blue
They cover your skin
To proclaim I own u
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See
When all is said and done
This heart we all possess,
To sense the world
May heal it and bless
Those around, can be the
Greatest prize. And no lottery
Can ever buy it's value...
But very few pause to see.
Show Me a heart u may say
I cannot for it is in the phrase
Not under a microscope unveiled.
One may search for it for day's
But fall back to the wisdom
Of the poet's sight. For it is found
Between the fall of thy hair
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Beauty sleeps
Beauty sleeps
And the world is as unaware
As she.
In her slumber?
Visions of what is yet to come
Haunt her.
Quiet visions
And the memories of sorrows
Accompany
The days
When only One watches
her naked form.
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Rub along to the latest tale: 'London by night'
girl stood before her seated Master. He drank the glass of red wine which she had poured and motioned for her to turn around with the flick of His wrist. she obliged Him as she always did. He stared at her lovely form as one eyes a cake on display in a shop, allowing the taste buds to gaze adoringly before purchasing the best of the earthly delights. His eyes looked at the way her dress hugged her form, revealing her taut nipples concealed beneath the red cotton and lycra mix. her eyes were lowered as she returned to His body and she waited for His next instruction...
Seeing the flick of the wrist from her Master, she slowly turned a full circle. Her breaths were coming out jagged as her teeth bit into her bottom lip to stop them quivering. Oh how she loved to be seen by her Master. To be eaten with his eyes as well as his thoughts. As her twirl came to a halt in front of him once again, slowly she released a shakey breathe and waited.
He said nothing but rose from His chair and slowly walked around her. her body was lovely. It was a beautiful sacrifice to Him every time they met. His left hand brushed past her plaited brown hair that fell down her back, teasing her. He loved the curves of her body, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts displaying her needs, her body's longing. His hand opened His jacket and pulled out a pair of scissors. He brushed them across her skin, allowing the coldness to penetrate her form. His arm rose next to her shoulders and the blades cut decisively...
From underneath her lowered gaze, she watched his feet move around her. Her thoughts racing around and around in circles of what he would do to his slave, his property, his girl..
Closing her eyes for a second longer than needed, savouring the moment, they suddenly shot open from the sudden sharp dip of temperature on a small part of her skin. Her body jerked in reaction but she brought herself under control quickly. Only now, her thoughts raced around and around in circles wondering of how this would play out...
Her dress fell to the floor, caressing her skin like a wave as it was pulled down to her feet. He remained standing behind her, enjoying this moment of unrest and disquiet before He revealed His next move. Upon her skin were the marks which came from previous encounters, cuts and bruises from His cane. He loved to see her body tattooed with the brands of her commitment to serve and please. He placed the scissors upon the floor and pulled her to the floor, tossing her hair upon the skin as she lay vulnerable, whilst He went to the case to choose His ?items.
He placed several objects upon the bed and then sat upon its white linen. His girl lay upon the floor wearing nothing. Even her cunt lay exposed to His eyes, for she had shaved an hour before the meeting, as instructed. 'Pull your labia wide girl,' he whispered and watched as her fingers moved to her pink hole, peeling back the folds to reveal her wetness. He knelt between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as His body settled down to watch. 'good girl. Now, I want to observe how u arouse yourself. Begin to rub, but make sure that u don't climax without My permission, do u understand?'
Her head nodded and she whispered an obedient yes. Her hands released her labia and began to dance across her skin. Her right hand remained firmly between her legs, tracing the lines around her entrance, pushing beneath her hood. her eyes could make out His form in the moments when they weren't closed by the sensations coursing through her undulating body. Her left hand ran through hair, over her tender breasts and even daring to alight upon His knees. she knew His eyes were studying her, getting to know her at her most intimate. she had had a lifetime of training her body to climax. It would take Him this once to see how it differed to others.
she began to feel His breath upon her labia. It amazed her that He could be so close to her and yet not want to pin her down, or toss her over into her favourite doggy position. He, meanwhile was breathing in her scent for the first time, pulling her fingers away, to taste the wetness that identified her from any other. she had a slight alkaline taste...it was a good time of the month. His tongue licked away her juices from between the fingers, and then placed them back into her groove to watch her body writhe once more.
'Please Master, may I cum?' she whimpered. It was now, now that His observations were complete that He pulled her hand away and threw her onto her front. It was His orgasm to give and His erect cock would enjoy giving it to her...eventually....
her body pushed back, needing to be released. It was just how He liked a girl. she was completely carnal now, without care for the polite behaviours society had taught her. His cock bounced upon her skin, enjoying her softness, but not obliging her yet. He stretched over her back, kissing her as he did, licking her sweat off. her plait was back in His grasp and as her swaying began to diminish, His right hand touched her clitoris. At once she began to pant. His ears listened to her song. It was more than a voice, it was the call of her bitch, her clit singing to His heart. |
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Wash
The skin is paper marked and smudged?
my hands are thin and light
Receive the gift this broken heart
Perhaps this touch may make it right
There is no easy medicine nor cure
The sun and rain are wed
To find your peace you must be true
Climb into Master's head
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Looking into the mirror?
That sucks all the beauty
And offers nothing?
But profanities
Evil?
Loathing to my eyes
Surely you must know your place?
Even you
Wrapped in your silver arrogance
Allowing nothing to touch you within
Dancing with me is your meaning.
In your arms I feel your coldness
Your skins intimate curse?
And whilst I reflect,?
Your desire to use me,?
I embrace your chest,?
Your breath.?
I revel that you have lowered
Yourself to my level
I live for these seconds
So much
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Divergence
Wander with the voices, with the visions
With the fading farewells of yesterday
Walk between the raindrops of summer
dreams,
This winters enveloping grip,
Straddling what all some call the
Bitterness of sad forgotten glories.
Here lies a fork
Where divergence bids you
Yonder - beyond the past which ties
u to an imprinted bonding
Restless to be substituted.
Yonder it lies, breathing, patiently
Upon a veiled torrent of calm.
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Yielding
The girl with a submissive heart
Is growing. Allowing her soul
To be shaped by His words.
Yielding her body as a
Living sacrifice, knowing that
Between His lungs beats a space
That only she resides within
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she longs for word songs
Swaying in her head
He desires photographs -
Whispers from her bed.
Is she submissive
Surrendered to the task,
Pleasing vulnerability -
Whatever He may ask?
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Don't keep Me waiting long
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The Naughtiest Girl In The Road! ?
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Donna was always in two minds about going to her friend's home, not because she didn't like her friend, but?
because she was always up to something! Most of her friends talked about their boyfriends, make-up and fashion accessories, which was okay but...Nikki talked about sex. Not just your usual things that you discuss at school like how to avoid stds and contraception. No, she loved to talk about it because that's what she did! ?
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On one occasion Donna happened to pop round on the off chance of a girlie chat, but when she got to the door she could see through the window that Nikki was tied to a chair and being whipped by two guys and a girl, who were taking great pleasure in hitting her labia. She was wild like that. Her orgasms were renown. It was a rite of passage for the local teenagers to gather outside her window and listen to her evening wanking. She was a character. And you never knew what you'd find when you pressed the doorbell.
Donna hoisted her night bag onto her left shoulder and pressed the doorbell. Nothing. She tried again and this time she glimpsed a frantic form dashing towards her.
'Sorry hun, on the loo!'?
'Cool. But make sure u leave the roll in the toilet next time!'?
Nikki looked behind and saw the Andrex trail spreading behind her. They laughed as she tossed it down the loo, before making a coffee. ?
'I have a surprise for you,' Nikki blurted out, dying to tell all. ' Wait till we're in our pjs!' ?
They knocked up a quick pasta and lager supper. Conversation varied from news of the latest pregnancy to the last guy who'd been round to try and tame her. Finally they stripped and climbed into their pjs. Nikki admired her friend's slender form, her shoulder length hair and her gorgeous breasts, but felt she needed to remove that last strip of pubic hair just above her clit - smooth was this year's hairstyle for cunts! ?
'Now, about that news...'
Donna was all ears...well, not really. She was rather gorgeous looking and ears didn't come into it as they were petite and doll-like, just like the rest of her. Nikki wondered how much to tell, but then again, why hesitate? She loved to tell everyone everything about her - why change the habit of a lifetime!
'D'you remember that night when u taught me how you like to kiss?' ?
Donna flushed. 'I was drunk. You should have pushed me off.' She didn't look pleased at having to dredge up this episode from her past.
'I liked the way you pinned me against the wall...' ?
'Nikki!' ?
'And pressed your tits against mine...' ?
'Nikki! ?
'And forced your lips on mine...' ?
'Too much Nikki!' ?
'But you kiss really really well for a girl...' ?
'The guys think so too.' ?
'So I had an idea...' ?
'Nikki, your ideas scare me! What's the idea then?' Nikki pulled her close, stared into her lovely eyes and began.?Donna couldn't believe that she had said yes. But there was a little part of her straight laced soul that sometimes wanted to break free from being simply the prettiest girl in Newcastle. She wanted to push a few boundaries, as long as they were kept a secret. She had dressed up just as Nikki had instructed her to - black hold ups (she liked those, very office girl), five inch black stilletoes (very Strictly), a thong made of pure lace which managed to cover her labia, but only just enough, and a Triumph bra to make the most of her bazookas! Nikki had added a leather choker around her neck and elbow length silken gloves, after spraying her with perfume which must have come from the pound shop. ?
'I'm not sure Nikki. He might go too far. What d'you think?' ?
'Girl, there's a time in your life when you push the boat out,' she said, scrabbling into her outfit. 'If you never go for it, then you might as well admit defeat and dress like your mum.' Nikki picked up a crop which had been left by one of her many previous guests. 'And who knows...you might just like it!'
Nikki began to ease Donna into the experience as best she could, after all, they were both girls, enough guys had fucked them both - at least a hundred between them, although all but seven of those were by Nikki. She had a love button and a period, surely it would be the same. ?
'Think about it Donna. Have you ever fantasised about a guy pounding you hard with his cock stretching your cunt wide?' ?
'Will he have a big cock? You know how much I love that feeling!' ?
'Calm down girl, wait and see!' ?
'Will he be muscly? I love a good six pack. And a nice tan, he will be well tanned won't he?' ?
'Sit down here,' Nikki said. 'Now, get this into your pretty head. Tonight is not Hollyoaks, it's deeper luv. Think Downton Abbey with knickers off...'
'I'm thinking about Orlando Bloom, walking in here, with his leather trousers on carrying a whip and ready to gag us both...is that better?' ?
'Well,' Nikki hesitated to speak as the last time shed seen anyone remotely like Monsieur Bloom was in a group session where he was the gimp. 'Orlandos a good start. We might need to lower our expectations a little.' ?
'Okay, Danny Devito.' they both began to laugh hysterically.
'Now, think about how to please a Dom. Your body will do most of it for u, but, u will need to follow his instructions'.
'You know I'm not very good at that Nikki. I'd much rather stick hairclips on your nipples than get down on my knees - you do realise that?' ?
Nikki sighed a deep sigh. 'Look, just bend over a second.' She picked up the crop and began flicking it around in desperation. 'Once you feel the crop on your ass you will start to behave.' She brought it down upon Donna's beautiful white ass with a delicious crack. Donna screamed and Nikki waited for the pleasure to creep across her face...but for some reason it never came, just a scowl!
Nikki put two and two together and realised that she needed something more to help her along the way. 'Stand up and I'm going to get you into the mood. Spread your legs so they're under your shoulders. Good. Now close your eyes and think of Orlando.' ?
Nikki pulled her thong over and began to rub her finger up and down Donna's labia. It was one of her private fantasies to finish off the rub she'd given her when they'd both been wearing fancy dress. She was getting wet at the touch, but Nikki found herself dripping at the idea that she'd got her friend exactly where she wanted her.' ?
'Can I lie down and think of Orlando please?' ?
'Course chuck,' she said watching as her friend spread her legs and pulled her arms above her head. Her fingers started again and she watched as her slim friend writhed at her touch, fixing the dashing actor in her mind. She was hoping to see her climax and then to lick up her juices when the doorbell rang - he had arrived! Darn!
Nikki jumped up, licked her finger and thought, 'Pineapple, lovely!' She left Donna panting for more on the floor whilst she opened the lock. Pete, her favourite Dom and the one who resembled anything vaguely handsome strode in. He handed Nikki his coat and stared at Donna's floppy body on the floor. ?
'I can see that u haven't changed one bit Nikki! Impatient even when there's a cock a few minutes away! Remove her thong and yours. Hurry up!' ?
She jumped to it, pulling Donna's off first, lingering to look at her body just that bit too long. ?
'I see it all. your focus is on the cunt and not the cock. Come here bitch.' She walked across the room and knew she was in for a thrashing. Pete tied her hands deftly behind her back and then to her ankles. Donna watched in fascination, her juices even more aroused by how quickly her friend allowed Him to take advantage of her. It was turning her on to watch porn before her eyes. She began to rub as the cane He had brought cracked first against her ass and then her thighs.
'u! Stop rubbing yourself and get over here, now!' Donna picked herself up and stood in front of Him, visibly shaking, but was that from fear or because she was so close to a climax, Nikki couldn't tell. Both she decided. All she wanted to do was reach up and finish her off whilst Donna stood overhead and then to allow her juices to drip all over her lips. It had been her dream ever since she first set eyes on her friend all those years ago, but she was too submissive to say. ?
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'Now girl, touch your toes!' Donna obeyed, mindful of His cane, wondering what on earth she'd let herself in for, after all he hardly resembled a footballer physique. He clipped her wrists to her ankles and gagged her mouth. 'Now u will see exactly what girls were designed for in the first place. His cane cut the air and made her body hurt. Over and over again her cheeks that were so spotlessly washed each morning and night were cut by welts and bruises. She was imagining it was Orlando, and for some reason it made all the pain worth it.
Nikki was looking up and could barely believe what she was seeing. There was her friend, the one who had all the gorgeous boyfriends wrapped around her little finger, receiving the thrashing of her life. She gazed up at her polished labia and watched as the juices dropped down her thighs before her eyes. She sighed. If only she could get her tongue around those lips, she could surely soothe her and bring her to a climax. ?
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Pete carried on caning her ass. He was enjoying Himself. His eyes had also caught sight of how wet her little pussy was and was determined to hear her moan. He ungagged her moments before she screamed...the house fell silent, Donna loved the pain - she was a good girl bitch after all.
'Are you going to untie me now, I need to lie down, please, Sir.' If she thought that would do the trick, she had another thing coming. Nikki watched as the Dom unzipped his trousers to reveal his renown cock - it looked as though it had been transplanted from a bull. It was hard and pink, already moist and pointing in only one direction! ?
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He pushed himself in quickly and pulled her cheeks wide. She almost choked as she realised that this man was in full control of her body. As if he could read her mind, his hand slapped her thighs and brought her back to stimulation. No one had done that before either - she was sometimes called the one girl wonder..but now she had climbed into the doubles. His finger began to play with her anus but she bit her tongue. The slightest indication of refusal and she knew where that cock would end up. The sensation was exquisite as his shaft pushed her cunt wider than before.
Nikki watched with great jealousy as her friend, Miss Straight-lace was being treated like a complete whore. Her juices ran, her heart beat faster, but she wanted to hear her friend cum again. Would it be the same? Whenever Donna farted it varied, would her climaxes follow suit? The frenzy grew: slapping, pinching, thrusting panting - the two united for ten minutes, sweat dripping from them both, until he slapped her tits so hard she shook, collapsed and yelped like a seal. ?
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The Dom shifted to her anus and finished himself off. 'Not bad for a virgin slave girl mmmm.' He held her in his arms and whispered something in her ear. Donna's face lit up and Nikki knew she was in for trouble.
He unclipped Donna from her ankles and allowed her to stretch. 'Did u enjoy the show Nikki?' she asked her friend. Nikki nodded and gulped, sensing the unnerving tone in her voice. She felt her ropes being untied, and once free was highly tempted to make a mad dash, only all her mates would see her starkers running down the street - no she needed to think. ?
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Suddenly her wrists were being gripped by the others. She was pulled to the bannister and tied by her ankles to the bottom of the wooden supports. 'What are you going to do,' she asked, desperately hoping for her friend to fulfil her dreams - to suck her off without the slightest sexual interest in her at all. But instead they pushed her off the top of the stairs.
Nikki screamed as she fell - a free rollercoaster high rippled through her body. Why on earth hadn't she thought of that before. She began to swing back and forth, suspended above the hallway, her hair almost brushing the ground. Before she had time to work out what was going on, both her friends began to piss on her legs from the top of the landing. No! It wasn't what she wanted. The warm fluids met at her cunt and flowed down until pouring over her lips and eyes. No! They were foul...and she was such a good girl normally.
'Shall we cut her down Sir?' Donna asked, as she stood on the staircase, squeezing her friends nipples hard. Inside she felt released to do anything, as though her painful climax had caused her to be born again. She wanted her friend to have the same liberation. But all Nikki could think of was getting her lips on the lovely pussy that hovered so close to her face.
The Dom gazed on, enjoying the emotional interplay between friends. 'Girls, I want u to lick each other to climax.' He grabbed Donna's hair and began to force her mouth over Nikki's cunt. She resisted at first, smelling her own urine still pooled between the labia. He persisted, pushing her mouth onto the pussy that glistened in anticipation.
Donna began to lick, forcing her tongue between the labia, loving and hating every moment. How was it that Nikki's dream she'd often climaxed to could have been sullied in this way by the Dom? He looked on smiling, admiring how she persisted in obedience - not many trained girls would allow themselves to be so close to pee. ?
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Meanwhile Nikki was revelling in the experience. It had taken a lot to get there but finally her clit was being taken on the ride of her life. As she opened her eyes she saw Donna's pussy inches from her mouth. It was an unbelievable treat. She kissed her skin, enjoying the aroma - her friend was layered in sweat and cum, with tiny splashes of blood from the caning. Nikki pushed her own tongue in deeply, grabbing Donna's thighs and pulling them wide apart. She was always greedy for more.
Donna forgot about the smell of urine. Most had been licked up and replaced by cum. She became intensely aware that what she was doing to Nikki was being reciprocated. Their licks did not match but began to unite them. It was a duet of lovers meeting for the first time. All three were aroused, and one was keen to join the party.
Pulling Donna by the hair, He moved her away, knowing she would be begging for more on the inside. Pushing the round meal table close to Nikki, He lay Donna on her back and pulled her neck into position over the side. With her head arched back she was the perfect hole. He pushed into her, filling her mouth, enjoying hearing her gag in the movement. Nikki was now aware of the change and had pulled her thighs apart once more. It was time for Donna to scream as she licked.
Donnas pussy rose and fell as Nikki's tongue got up to its tricks. Not that she'd ever been taught how to do it - it was just easy to her: if i enjoy it so will u! It was the difference between a fucking machine and a subgirl - far more interaction within. And to expect a geek to go beyond porn was asking too much she often mused. The joy she felt was being matched at the other end. Donna's mouth was a complete tight hole. She pressed her lips so tightly it felt like a virgin's first time. He didn't want to stop but He could sense the climax growing from the base of His shaft.
'I want u to climax girls, for when I cum, and I shall be soon, u will both stop.' Nikki took no notice. She was enjoying being in control of her friend's new found sexual experience. After this, sleepovers would never be the same, although she knew it would probably need her male Dom to add that je ne sais pas! The climax was so close now. Her tongue felt the swelling, and even though her mouth remained completely at His behest, her cunt rose and fell in a thrashing dance. ?
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Nikki watched as the cum squirted and then dribbled out. It was beautiful to see. She licked every drop up as she pressed her mouth close, blowing cold air over her friends aching lips. Almost in parallel she watched her Dom release His cock from her mouth, turn the table, and push into her ass. He grunted in ecstasy as His cock emptied itself deep into her, and slapped her tits in the deepest satisfaction.
A few moments later He cut Nikki down and laid her in her bed. He placed Donna between her legs and told her to make her cum. Donna kissed and sucked her friend in a new way, staring into her eyes for the first time. Her eyes sparkled with appreciation. The downstair's door eventually closed following His departure leaving the two girls alone for the first time, with a whole night ahead of them... |
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Happy New Year!
For some it has already come
For others yet to be
Like a delayed orgasm
'Frustrated contentedly'
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Lisa's first training
Sitting in the restaurant, in a matching scarlet dress and heels, wearing more makeup than a local prostitute, my short, spiky hair styled in as feminine a way as possible, I felt exposed and vulnerable, and more than a little foolish. It could only have been made worse if mum had walked in. How had I let myself get so swept up in an idea that I ended up in this place? Why couldn't I seem to refuse this man anything? How far would he push me? I felt the blush rise in my cheeks as I realised the waiter was still stood next to the table, clearly enjoying the sight of me squirming against the egg that Sir had requested I wear. Hurriedly I tried to snap to attention, knowing that my glassy-eyed gaze was a dead giveaway.
I don't recall how things started with Sir. I have a vague memory of him contacting me through CollarMe, but it seemed so long ago, as if my life hadn't begun until then. I had been growing more and more interested in BDSM after watching 'The Training of O' website, and had been lurking on many web pages, too nervous to join in the discussions. He messaged me and asked for my number, and I immediately complied, shocking myself. We had been talking for a few months when he suggested meeting, and by that time I had grown eager to please him. He had given me very specific instructions on how to dress (including the remote control vibrating egg currently lodged deep in my pussy), how to address him (as Sir, even in public), and what to do when we first met each other. Tonight was the night, and it was unlike any other first date I'd ever been on!
I'd been so very nervous, but I obeyed, and the look on Sir's face when I handed him the remote control to the vibrator was one of such pride in me that everything I'd gone through, all my fears, ceased to have meaning. All that had meaning for me was him.
He took me to his favourite restaurant, giving me little jolts with the egg now and again. We were seated at a secluded table, and once we'd decided what to eat Sir called the waiter over and demanded I order for both of us. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak Sir turned the egg to its highest setting, making me squirm breathlessly. Somehow I managed to give our order, yet the waiter stood and continued to watch me as I felt the heat flood my face from my arousal.
I looked across the table at Sit, almost afraid to meet his gaze, only to find him smiling softly, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Thank the waiter girl".
"Th...thank you," I stuttered as the egg started to pulse. The waiter smirked as he walked back to the bar, and I was embarrassed beyond belief. Even as I felt the arousal flood my body I fought against it, hanging my head to hide my blushing face.
I was startled by the softness of Sir's voice, as he reached a hand out to stroke my face. "Don?t you like it My girl? Aren?t you wet? Don?t you want to cum for me, make me proud?"
"Yes Sir," I murmured, rubbing my face against his warm palm, relishing the contact, "I want to make you proud, but I?m scared to cum in public, and I don?t think I can hold it much more".
Immediately he snatched his hand away and turned the egg off, his voice becoming much harder. "Oh no, my little slut, your orgasms belong to me, understand? You cum when I say, and not before. Little sluts need to ask permission to cum, don?t they?"
I was so shocked at being referred to as a slut that for a moment I couldn't form an answer, and then I felt a pressure on my pussy as Sir lifted his foot under the table and ground his shoe against me. "Don?t they?" he repeated, insistently.
"Yes Sir," I whispered, a shiver of dark excitement flooding through my body.
"Very well girl," he removed his foot from between my thighs as he leaned slightly forward in his seat. I found myself unconsciously mirroring his posture, leaning forward until our faces were just inches apart. His lovely breath washed over my face and I closed my eyes to sense him. "I want you to listen well, and then do exactly as I say. Go to the ladies toilets, and sit in the middle of the three stalls there. Remove your knickers, and insert your left index and middle fingers into that wet little pussy of yours, while you use your thumb to stroke your clit. Then you will masturbate roughly without stopping for any reason until you cum for me. Cum hard and don?t hold back. If you are noisy, so much the better. Then put your knickers back on and come straight back to the table. Don?t wipe your hand or your dripping cunt, just come back exactly as you are".
For a moment all was silent as I tried to digest what he had said, and then I saw him move his hand towards the remote again and scrambled to my feet. Wordlessly I hurried to the toilets, walking a little unsteadily on the high heels I was so unused to wearing.
The toilets were dim and grimy, and I felt an expression of distaste cross my face as I looked at them. I recalled him waiting for me and hurried to comply with his instructions. Sitting on the toilet in the middle stall I pulled my knickers down, embarrassed at the wet patch that was already clearly visible on them. I shoved my fingers into my pussy and started to hurriedly work them as I stroked my clit with my thumb. With every shove my fingertips pushed the egg a little higher into my wet cunt, until I was arching my back and moaning as I felt my orgasm build.
Just as I was on the brink of orgasm I heard the door open and two slightly drunk-sounding women come in. Suddenly I realised why Sir wanted me to take the middle stall, as I was clearly audible to both women. He told me not to stop, so I carried on, but I found it impossible to be silent. I knew the women must know what I was doing; if the wet noise of me working my hand wasn?t enough of a give away, my stifled moans certainly were. Both ladies flushed, and I took advantage of the noise to let myself cum, moaning loudly. I heard them giggle as they washed their hands, and I knew that they had heard, and the embarrassment made me cum even harder, until I was whining and shaking.
As my orgasm died down I hurriedly pulled my knickers up over my now sticky, wet pussy, and opened the door of the stall. Thankfully the two women had left, but I was crimson with embarrassment as I crossed the restaurant, knowing they would see me scuttle back to my seat.
"Did you cum hard?"
"Yes Sir," I muttered shamefacedly.
"Give me your hand."
I looked up, unsure of what to do. He sighed in exasperation and reached across, picking up my left hand and examining it, covered in juices. I saw the waiter approach with our starters and tried to take my hand back, but Sir laughed and held my wrist tighter. As the waiter placed the plates on the table Sir looked at him with a broad smile on his face. I looked at my hand and knew there was no way to hide what I?d just done, my juices were coating my fingers, smeared all over the silver ring I was wearing, and the scent of my sex was heavy on the air.
"Pete, I was rude before and didn?t introduce my lovely companion, I apologise. Pete this is Lisa. Lisa, this is Pete, and he is always my favourite among the staff here".
As Pete leaned forward I could see what was about to happen and I knew I looked shocked and appalled. Sir laughed softly as the waiter took my wrist from him and leant over to kiss the back of my hand. "Madam, it is truly a pleasure...". His eyes met mine as his lips touched my skin, his tongue stroking the back of my hand. I felt helpless to resist as he turned my hand over and ran his tongue across my palm, before taking my fingers into his mouth and sucking on them.
I felt naked, sitting in public while a stranger sucked my juices from my fingers, whilst my date sat and watched. ?I could feel a pressure behind my eyes that suggested tears were threatening. Sir saw my distress rising and gently cleared his throat, which jolted Pete and prompted him to drop my hand. "You are most fortunate mate, she tastes?delicious". He smiled softly and left us to our meals.
I was in such turmoil I could barely see my dinner. I?d never felt so vulnerable, or so humiliated. I was looking down at the table and so Sir's hand startled me as he ran it through my hair. "You are such a good girl, I am so proud of you". The softness of his voice was wonderfully reassuring. I took my first deep breath since I walked out of my door that evening and shyly returned his smile.?
"Thank you Sir". His approval stripped the humiliation from my actions, until I felt proud of my obedience.
We ate our meals in deep conversation, laughing and joking, with no further embarrassments. I had told a friend I would text her at 9 to reassure her I was safe, and as 9 approached I used the excuse of visiting the toilets again in order to text in private. As I stood up Sir gripped my hand and pulled me down until my face was level with his. "When you come back I expect you to have removed your panties, understood?"
A shiver of excitement ran through me at his commanding tone, and I whispered "Yes Sir," as he released my hand. I tottered to the toilets, texted my friend and removed my knickers, blushing once again at how wet they were. I carefully dampened some tissue and tried to clean my juices from my pussy, to avoid the embarrassment of ending up with a damp spot on my dress. I washed my hands too, repaired my makeup and steeled myself to go back into the restaurant, and back to my exciting, frightening, compelling date.
As I reached the table my heel caught in the carpet and I felt myself stumble. Immediately Sir gripped my arm and helped me regain my balance. "Are you okay girl? You've not twisted anything?"
"No Sir, I'm fine. I'm just not used to wearing these damned heels, and I'm finding them tough to walk in."
"I knew you would My girl, that's why I told you to wear them. I love how vulnerable they make you, how fragile your ankles appear in them. I'd love to see you with those beautiful ankles attached to a spreader bar..." he broke off with a small sigh as Pete brought our desserts.
As the dishes were placed before us I felt Sir's shoe between my legs once more, grinding against my pussy. As I looked up startled he winked at me and dismissed Pete with a nod. "Lift your dress my slut, I want to press directly against your skin".
He said it in such a matter-of-fact tone it didn't occur to me to argue, and I obediently lifted the skirt of my dress over his shoe. He was wearing black leather lace-ups, and as he moved the shoe between my lips I could feel the laces rough against my tender softness. He moved insistently up and down my channel, until I was red and biting my lip in an attempt not to orgasm. "Oh Sir, I'm so close, please, don't make me... not out here... please".
"You little slut," he growled "Going to hump yourself against my shoe, filthy bitch. But you can't cum, because I didn't tell you to. Not yet!"
He put his foot back on the floor and I sagged against my chair. I had honestly thought he was going to push me to orgasm right out in public. I closed my eyes while I tried to calm myself, then cringed slightly as I heard him say softly, "Oh dear... oh, you filthy slut, you'll have to be punished for this."
I opened my eyes and saw him smiling softly at me, drumming his fingers on the table. I couldn't understand what I could possibly have done that would deserve punishment - hadn't I obeyed his every wish and done exactly what he requested of me? Doms can be so confusing at times.
He saw my puzzled expression and laughed so loudly several other diners looked to see where the noise was coming from. "Your filthy slut juice is all over my shoe. Look and see girl."
I glanced under the table, and to my horror I saw that he was right - my wetness was all over his shoe.
"If you want to orgasm tonight then I suggest you get under the table and clean up your mess." I picked up my napkin and prepared to duck under the table, only to have Sir grab my hand. "Not with your napkin you silly girl, with your tongue. I want you to lick your juices off my shoe".
He saw my hesitation as I dropped the napkin. I didn't think I would be able to do it, not right out in the restaurant where people could see. I wasn't sure I'd have been able to do it in private, to humble myself so much, yet the idea of it was making me tremble with excitement and was making my cunt drip. I could feel my hard nipples scratching against my bra, and I knew that Sir would be able to see how hard they were, to know how excited I was at the thought of such humiliating treatment.
"If it's too much for you bitch, you have only to say, and I'll take you home right now". Yes, I mentally added, and never contact me again. I knew this was a test, knew that he was seeing how far he could push me, and I was desperate not to disappoint either Sir or myself. Closing my eyes as though it would block everyone out I dropped to my knees and ducked under the tablecloth. I crawled to his foot and tentatively licked his shoe, tasting the bitterness of shoe polish as well as the warm musk of my juices.
I jumped as I felt a hand on my head - Sir had reached down to stroke my hair in reassurance as I degraded myself for him. After a moment he passed me my napkin and told me to wipe off whatever was left and sit back up.?By the time I sat on my chair I was as red as my dress, but felt strangely proud of myself when I saw the admiration on Sir's face. He called for the bill and paid, never taking his eyes off me, smiling warmly at me the entire time. As we stood to leave he wrapped his arm around my waist, telling me to lean on him, before whispering into my ear "I've never been so proud, you are My bitch girl".
As we walked to the car the warmth of his arm was wonderfully reassuring, and he kept dropping kisses onto the top of my head as he told me how pleased he was with me. I was beaming, overjoyed to have earned his praise, and as he opened the car door for me he leaned in and tenderly kissed me, laughing as I closed my eyes to savour the caress of his lips on mine.
As he started the car he asked, "Did you think I'd forgotten I promised you an orgasm?"
"No Sir, I hope I earned it."
He reached into his pocket, and I felt the egg start to vibrate. He turned it up to full power, and grinned as I started to squirm against it.
"Now My slut, I want you to pull your dress right up so I can see your naked cunt. I want you to spread your legs and rub your clit, and I want you to cum hard for me when you're ready. Understand?"
I nodded as I pulled my dress up. I put one foot on the dashboard of the car, giving Sir a good view of my dripping cunt, and I began to rub my clit as he started to drive home. The roads were quiet at that hour, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensation. When the car stopped I assumed we were at traffic lights, until I heard him wind my window down and call, "Excuse me".
As my eyes flew open I saw a man walking towards the car. I moved to pull my dress down, only for Sir to slap my hand away, muttering, "Don't you dare". As the man approached the window Sir asked for directions to Ash Road, and the man told him he didn't know where that was. Sir apologised for troubling him, and the man didn't bother taking his eyes off my wet exposed pussy as he laughed and drove away.
In spite of my embarrassment I was so aroused at the thought of the stranger witnessing my obedience and my humiliation that I couldn't hold back any longer and rubbed frantically at my clit, moaning and grunting as my orgasm built. "Oh yes my gorgeous slut, that's it... cum for me now, let me see you cum for your Master."
I was shuddering, my body wracked with intense spasms, my head thrown back as I howled. I was pumping my hips at my hand, the wet noise of my fingers sliding in my soaking channel adding to the lewdness of the whole scene and serving to take my orgasm higher.
As I came back to earth I realised Sir had stopped the car. I looked over at him to see his hard cock in his hand, his face a mask of lust, his breathing laboured. "Kneel in the footwell My slut".
I hurriedly unfastened my seatbelt and knelt in the cramped space, as he grabbed my face and dragged it down to his cock. Just as I opened my mouth to swallow his shaft he came, painting my face and my hair with strings of hot cum. As I moved my hand to scoop up his seed he said "No, leave it, you're going home marked with my cum, and you won't wash it off until tomorrow. Sleep in it and remember that you're My slut now".
Proud to be his, I calmly sat back in my seat and fastened my seatbelt before looking tenderly at him and whispering, "yes Master".
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The Naughtiest Girl in Tyne ?
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Nikki woke up with the biggest smile on her face. She hadn't looked so goofy since the best Christmas morning she had at the age of four...a few years previously. She had played with Donna! Wow! Only the hottest girl she knew. It made her wet just thinking it through. She lay back on her bedding and touched her nipples whilst she thought about it - how on earth had she managed it? ?
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Her fingers slipped between her legs and scooped the hem of the nightie above her stomach. She fingered her belly button to see if she had any fluff and then pushed past the few growths of pubic hair until she met her labia. What a life she was having. To be sucked to a climax by her best friend had been great...and she wanted more! ?
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Her finger pushed her labia apart, releasing her scent. How on earth pandas only have two days of heat a year she couldn't understand. Her wiring was twice daily...more if possible. She had managed to drag her friend into a place of greater sexual freedom. Her fingers pushed deeper. She could even picture a threesome with Donna's man one day, but she wouldn't hint at that. Donna liked her men to be focused on one pussy at a time.
Nikki loved to replay the events through her mind as though watching her own porn movie. Usually she would go through all the characters in her mind, one by one, but there was a real need on her part to just consider one. Donna's hair had fallen upon her thighs as she'd sucked upon Nikki's clit. There was such an intensity about it all that she suddenly climaxed, all over her new sheets! She lay breathlessly staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do about it all. Cold showers wouldn't work. It was no use, she would have to beg Donna to have a sleepover soon just so she could relive the high.
Nikki grabbed the phone once her boy was in bed and was just about to dial her friend up when there was a knock at the door...it was Donna. She threw herself around her friend and tried to kiss her, but Donna pushed her away, glancing over her back to make sure no one was looking. ?
'About last night...' ?
'Wasn't it just the most amazing intensity Donna?' From the look on her face Nikki knew that she wasn't reading things quite so well. 'Wasn't it?' ?
Donna shifted on her feet and walked into the lounge. 'Look, I know we had a wild time, a great time even, and it was cool and crazy but...it was a one off. Forget it.' ?
Nikki was never one to hide her feelings. She burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears. She hated everything she'd just heard. Donna tried to console her, but it was no use. 'Look, how about we have a normal sleepover this coming Saturday, just no Doms...okay?' Nikki nodded her head and listened as the door shut behind her friend...
The week flew by. She forgot her doctor's appointment, managed to buy a few essentials to cook with, alongside the obligatory bottle of wine, and somehow got through the week with barely a goodnight's sleep. It felt like wonderland...she thought so much about all the possible twists and permutations until all but one eluded her...what if Donna fell ill?
Saturday finally arrived. Nikki had managed one thing in her heightened state of arousal - her little man was having a sleepover at a friend's house - leaving her home peaceful and calm. She organised the lounge so that it was conducive for intimacy, made sure the bedroom was dusted, put fresh linen on the bed and waited like a nervous child on their first date! ?
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Donna finally showed up an hour later than planned - trouble at home with her old man. He'd felt neglected so she'd made sure he felt appreciated by 'cleaning the floor on her knees'. Nikki didn't mind. As long as she had her friend nearby it was enough. They chatted for a while as X- Factor rolled by on the screen, and no one ever seemed to match Leona Lewis anyway. Nikki leant against Donna's shoulder throughout the show, occasionally playing with her lovely hazel hair.
With the end of the programme Nikki cuddled up to Donna and began to whisper in her ear. 'I really enjoyed last week. You were such a different girl...I saw you in a new light. Have you been thinking much about it?'
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'I can't stop thinking about it. I feel ashamed by it..,' ?
'Ashamed! Why? It was only fun. Why the shame?' ?
'If that ever got out to friends that I did all those things I would have to leave the area. I have a reputation to maintain Nikki. I am Princess Donna.' ?
'Of course you are,' she held her friend close and hugged her, rubbing her back to reassure her. 'No one will ever know. It's our secret.' ?
'My man thankfully hasn't minded five nights of oral, but the cane marks are still there. If he decides to play doggie I don't know what I'll do...' she burst into tears again and lay upon Nikki's lap whilst she stroked her long hair with her fingers. ?
'I think you'll be okay Princess. Just relax here tonight and I'll make it all better.' She leant over her friend's porcelain skin and sang the songs that she had always sung to her whenever they'd had time together - the ballads of George Michael.
The red wine was starting to relax them both, and after two glasses they decided to tell each other their favourite stories about being sexually used. Donna began. Nikki curled up at her feet on the floor whilst her friend described events from several years previous that had excited her. Nikki was of course multi- tasking. As well as listening to the account of the 12 inch cock that seemed to find every G-spot Donna had ever had, she was enjoying looking at the princesses toes which had been beautifully shaped and painted by the local shop. As her feet almost danced in the air during the description, Nikki began to toy with them.
When it came to Nikki's turn Donna could barely believe what she was hearing, but she had learned down the years that she was a truthful soul - even when things seemed unlikely and fit only for a sexually explicit version of Mission Impossible...actually it was still true! ?
'I was surrounded by eight cocks, seven were erect and one looked like an inflatable Santa on New Years Day. It was like heaven. I kept looking at each one, wondering which would push in first so I named them after the seven dwarves.' ?
'But there were eight,' Donna interrupted. ?
'The eighth was Mr Flacid, so I called him Snow White because there was snow way he was saying hello!?At first I knelt there in front of them, waiting for someone to take the lead, but it was like grannies at a roundabout, they all froze.' ?
'So what did you do hun?' ?
'I took the initiative, and grabbed the biggest cock!' They both rolled on the floor laughing. ?
'Didnt they mind?' ?
'That got them moving and after that there was no stopping them. I had to fight for air by the end!'
Donna's eyes were as wide as plates. 'But what did eight, or seven cocks do with you hun?' ?
'The works! I had one in my mouth for ages. His goal in life was to cum there but he'd had little joy before, so I pressed my lips so hard he shed his load in less than five minutes.' ?
'Was that a good idea?' ?
'Not really, because for the next hour they all wanted it! I shouldn't have spun the tale of having been taught it by a Siamese prostitute. Made it too exotic for them all! Anyway, it made it very short and sweet.' ?
'So how did you do it?' Donna was very intrigued. Oral techniques are rarely passed on from mother to daughter! ?
'Imagine being a granny trying to bite the cock off without your dentures in... That's the technique!' There was a bemused look on her face so Nikki placed her own thumb between Donna's pretty lips. 'Imagine this is your man's cock. It's about the same size i'nt it?' ?
'Go on, I'm not telling you, not before he leaves me anyway!' ?
Now bite down on it with your lips wrapped over your teeth...that's right, and as I push in and out you carry on pressing really hard. They love it. Catches the head of their man so strongly that it's the best blow job they'll ever get!' ?
'Brilliant. So which prostitute taught you that?' ?
'It was a sub, a boy...' ?
'A bloke!' ?
'Yes, he spent most of his life serving cock and I guess knew his own inside out. He used to bend his body over his head so he could give himself his own blow job!' they laughed at the thought of it all. ?
'Nikki,' Donna had a look in her eyes, and she knew something important was about to be shared.
'Nikki, you know what happened with that Dom and us,' she had stopped looking at her, becoming so absorbed with expressing herself clearly. Her voice faltered, gulped and moved into the nervous category usually linked to spotty boys asking a girl out on a date for the first time. 'Nikki, I can't do it again. It was a great one off, and it was so sexy, and I can't get it out of my head...but I just feel like it was wrong.' ?
Nikki held her hands tightly and pulled her close. She stroked her hair with her fingers and knew that the good girl inside her was speaking, but that there was another inside who had gone silent, who maybe went too far on the first time. 'I understand sweetie. It was a wild day, that one, especially as you are such a cock girl usually.' ?
'But now we've been talking you've got me so flipping' horny too. What am I going to do with it all?'
Nikki was full of bright ideas whenever sex was on the cards. 'Why don't we just use vibes on ourselves, through our clothing. It's kinda sexy to watch each other cum, and it's very horny Donna.' There was a mutual nodding and Nikki burrowed through her drawer of toys until she pulled out two vibes. 'You can have the big one Princess.' ?
'Thanks, just through our clothes though okay?' ?
'Sure!' But Nikki knew that a girl with an aroused clit was like a rudderless ship - waiting to be steered. ?They lay back on the bedroom sofa, Nikki nestling next to her friends feet. They started at the same time, staring at each other, before Donna closed her eyes to fantasise. Nikki kept hers wide open - her fantasy was right in front of her.
The noise of the two vibes fell into a steady hum and Nikki put it out of her mind. All she wanted to focus upon was her friend's breathing, her face and her lovely legs. She lay her head back against them, smelling her friends skin, feeling every tremor running up and down her leg. To watch a good girl cum, who a few minutes before had said that it wouldn't happen, was so deliciously naughty. ?
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Her eyes scanned her friend's movements, the vibe was pressed in hard against her leggings and she wanted more than it could give. 'Let me pull down the trousers for you and you can push in too.' Donna nodded without opening her eyes, as if by not looking at what was happening would make it okay in her mind. Nikki enjoyed peeling back her clothes. She made sure that her fingers ran along the edges of her shaved area, teasing at her labia as the clothes came to her knees. She pulled them off completely to give her friend the freedom to spread her legs, and to give her the freedom to see her wet pussy.
Watching a pussy move and vibrate to the touch of an Ann Summer's vibe isn't what most girls do, even in the privacy of their own home. Sensation coupled with imagination is the big motivator. Donna lay back, enraptured in the company of Gary Barlow making her strip for him on the X-Factor stage whilst the audience screamed. He didn't wait to give her a rating but pulled her quickly past the cameras and into the privacy of his office where he spanked her over his knee, whilst singing just for her.
Nikki's touches were not a distraction - she skilfully wove them into her fantasy. It had always been her dream to be a star, recognised for her beauty and talent. She knew that the headlines would scream slut and whore, but just to feel Barlow's cock inside her would be enough. ?
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Meanwhile, her friend sat rubbing, her head craned west to see how the story had progressed. Cum dripped from her lips, making the carpet damp. She would lick it up later when her friend climbed into bed - no need to reveal all her base secrets in one night. The sofa was growing damper and she could see that Donna wanted the vibe inside and out - so she pushed hers in between the shining lips.
Donna began to pant like a bitch as soon as the vibe went in. Nikki lightly fingered her anus at the same time, watching her friend's torso gradually thrash around. It was heavenly. She tried to press record inside her head but knew that it was now that she functioned best. Her fingers slipped back onto her own holes and she pressed her head back onto Donna's knees. This was what she had longed for from every sleepover. Not just the cuddles and kisses in the half drunk stupor - it was the bi- sexualising of her friend, awakening her to the joy of a girl's touch.
The climax finally came and Nikki joined in too. There they were, like choir girls in a duet, singing out the song God had given each one. Nikki lay upon the floor still touching herself, staring up at Donna's feet. Was she developing a foot fetish? If only she was...it was the easiest of all - turned on by every Tom, Dick or Harriet walking down the pavement!
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New Year ?with Nikki ?
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Now that Donna had gone and she had had a weekend alone, Nikki felt the urge to grab a man in the street, pull him back to the house and make him fill her. It was a deep longing, like the craving of a pregnant mum on behalf of her unborn child - but this was for her pussy. Every night the desire grew until it finally consumed her and she would stare with eyes that advertised everything, only men needed it simpler than that. It had to be spelt out! 'Give me a fuck luv' generally convinced them.
She dreamt of many men holding her, sometimes all at the same time. As she rubbed her clit flashes of men's faces would pass before her eyes, sometimes with feelings attached. Angelou was a favourite in her heart. He always seemed to know exactly where to touch her. His finger always found her clit no matter where he was wrapped around her body - he was either very canny or she was the same shape as his girlfriend! ?
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That was her problem. Just when she thought that Mr Perfect arrived the wedding ring turned up and it was game over. Angelo was special. He seemed to read her mind and that she liked. He asked deep questions of her that switched on all that she longed to be, even as a young mum. There was a twinkle in his eye that told her, and every girl, that here was a rare find. That was of course if you could find him. He was generally elusive once he found his way into the bedroom - but a charmer whenever you found him! She loved him and that knowing...if only there were more like him.
She packed her lovely, noisy boy off to bed and settled down to an evening with Britains Top Model repeats, vibe nearby in its blue bag in case her son wandered in for any reason. How could the girls squander their bodies for a show like this? Playboy or Training of O maybe, but this? It was like watching Essex girls fight over who gets to watch their favourite TV programme, when we all know they like the same. ?
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She pulled back her skirt, to avoid cum stains and yet another job, and began to push through the thong. It's hard to decode girls whose only reason in life is fashion and fame at the best of times, but under the influence of a delicious release of chemicals she was reduced to seeing them guided by a load of guys who were more camp than Larry Grayson. Still, they had a cock and she had an ass to tempt them.
She often wondered why, when there were so many gorgeous women, why there were so many gay guys on TV. Would she be able to tempt them into her bed with offers of submissiveness, make them bi? It didn't seem right when there were nights like tonight when she could do with the connection. ?
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Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Probably the local teens, so she ignored it and carried on rubbing. It came again - very bold teenagers at 8:30. She pulled her skirt back into place, threw down the vibe on her chair and briskly opened the door. ?
'Piss off you little...' but before she could go any further, her eyes were met by an average looking guy, hands in pockets, staring back at her. She felt unnerved. 'What do you want mister?' ?
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'The name is Sir, and u already know exactly what I want...'
Her eyes performed the 'Sherlock Scan' - tallish, good for cock sucking; nice eyes, could be kind hearted or a choirboy; brown smart shoes - either well to do or good at finding things cheap in the sales; slim - always nice, as long as I don't squash him! His assertiveness was very apparent...but how did he know she was so keen? ?
'Come in, would u like a drink...Sir?' ?
He glanced around the room and saw her vibe straight away.?
'Sure. I will watch u cum and then drink u dry girl.' He pointed at the chair as though he knew what she'd been doing. 'Finish your rub for Me bitch...'
She suddenly became self conscious - here was a man who she didn't know at all ordering her to rub for him. Hey ho, she'd done worse! Snuggling in to the sofa she pulled down her wet knickers to her knees. He yanked them off and she knew why. She pushed the vibe back on her labia and wished he would do something with her...but all he did was stare. It was intimidating and she loved it. She wanted his mottled hands to grab her and make her lie at his feet.
For some girls the greatest pleasure of all is touch. It is the closest form of communication that can be offered. It is soft and comforting at times, and at other times wild and painful. Nikki ached for his touch. She even slid down the sofa and pushed her feet towards him, but all it made him do was retreat two paces. Her pussy throbbed and dripped as she looked at his form. He had scars on his hands. She liked them - they were a story she would try to tease out of him. Her body began to shake in his presence and she felt unable to do anything but pant violently before him and cry in joy.
Her eyes closed in the beauty of the moment. How many men had seen her do that she wondered. Her body was suddenly dragged from beneath her and she opened her eyes to see him kneeling between her white English thighs. His worn hands dug into her ass cheeks and his elbows forced her wide open. His stubble cut into her skin as he dragged his mouth towards 'his drink'. She felt his tongue lapping at her cum like a puppy dog. It was all for his pleasure but that aroused her more. Soon she felt emptied of her cum. It was a lovely sensation to have this stranger close to her nerve centre.
'Turn over, arch your ass up high and don't talk bitch.' Just how she liked it. When a man took control it went beyond the niceties of polite conversation. Men were so often made to engage in feminine ways. But here, in the submissive space she created, she could peer into each man's heart and witness what they were truly like when the rules disappeared.
She hoped that he liked her ass. She wanted him to connect deeper than words. She wanted to be touched by him. Not the touch of arousal that women had conceived for Hollywood stories. No. She wanted his touch, whatever that was - to commune with his body. ?
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His slapping began, turning her snow white skin marked, fiery. She felt the heat move across her body, within and without. She did not utter a cry. Her ears were attentive to his grunting. She listened as his hands cut the air, and resonated with her ass. It was sore. It ached. It almost bled, and she loved every second of it. Next door there was snoring coming through the wall but she was alive - in touch and desired in a way that few in the city could ever dream of.
His mouth bit hard upon her labia. The pain steered through her body and made her arch bolt upright. His hand stretched out, grabbed her by the throat and turned her over. He was powerful. The intensity of his fingers meant she felt completely at his behest. ?
Her mind was completely focussed. There was nothing to steal her attention away. The only music came from her body as it vibrated beneath his palms. He kept beating her ass. His hand must be equally sore. She wondered whether it was the force that he enjoyed, or the yelps as the pain rippled through her torso. She darent ask him in case he beat her even more. The ferocity and length of the spanking meant that her cheeks would be bruised for weeks - and every NHS doctor for miles would know!
Her ass was sore, she wanted to cum, her panting grew louder but still his thighs pushed into hers. She loved it. Across the country girls lived their lives of silent boredom, unable to tell a soul of their isolation..but she was alive. The pain and the excitement lit up her being. She did not resist his slapping upon her aching cheeks or his tugs on her hair. She welcomed them. She adored that sensation of being totally sensitive to the agony and ecstasy - together.
This time as he pressed in close she kept rigid, not daring to lose the insertion of his cock. He pulled her hair hard as he pushed inside. She cried out loud as he slammed his body against her thighs, making her almost collapse with the force of impact. She wanted to cum so she begged him, but no reply came. She neutered her feelings, releasing the pain in grunts and cries that would surely wake her next door neighbour.
He was toying with her - getting her more and more aroused, but holding her back from the release. She felt his hand play with her back and scratch her skin until it bled by her thighs. He licked it and then took her hair around his wrist. She was an animal, a bitch as he had described her. He was in charge of her and she was being gratified. No hiding behind the norm. His cock pushed in slowly beneath her lips and she sat back onto him, needing his shaft deep within. He withdrew and began to beat her ass once more. He knew what he expected from her and would train her to give it.
His hands pulled her ass wide. She could feel his breath inches from her holes. They both glistened in his sight. He pushed his thumb into both holes and watched as the skin parted and then closed. She had no idea why he was doing it but the hardness of his cock was at stake. Finally he pulled her cheeks as wide as was possible, spat on her labia, before rubbing the tip of his penis up and down, lubricating him.
His pushing changed in rhythm as his climax drew near. She began to clench her muscles within her cunt, feeling his cock swell in sympathy. His voice started to moan as the thrusts became releases. His cock squirted within her and he soon came to a halt. ?
'u may cum now,' he spoke, slapping her ass so hard that it triggered the orgasm. Her body thrashed upon his cock, enjoying the dance more than any ballroom artiste could imagine. ?
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Standing above her, after tidying his cock away, she listened to the sounds of his mobile taking trophy snaps. She didn't mind, her face was hidden. She wondered if he was admiring the cum dripping between her labia and down her thighs. Turning to thank him for a wonderful evening she discovered that he had gone! She laughed to herself. He never told her his name, how he knew she was so horny or anything. She locked the front door, applied soothing cream to various parts of her sexual organs and climbed into bed to read the latest PD James novel - a ridiculous sequel to Pride and Prejudice...as if things like that ever happened! |
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Santa's Boxing Day
Rudolph pulled into the parking lot and sighed in relief. Another Christmas over and done with. The elves unclipped him from the leather straps, polished his nose and allowed him to make his own way back to the stable for a well deserved rest.
Santa stepped off the rainswept sleigh dripping wet. His beard was stained grey from all the fumes that each of the major cities left in the atmosphere. Nothing that a good shower couldn't shift he thought as he smiled at his amazing team as they cheered at his return.
The elves noticed that their caped crusader looked different today, almost glowing. He threw off his coat, picked up his sack and skipped up to his cottage. 'Well done team. As a special treat you may have the whole week off!'
The team erupted with dancing as it was usually just a long weekend. Champagne corks flew in all sorts of directions as Santa waved one last time before closing the door and bolting the cottage shut. Only Eric the Elf wondered why?
Santa stripped himself before jumping into the shower. Whistling a tune, he soaped every part of his body well, something he'd not done for nearly twelve years since Mrs Santa's tragic death. He ever shampooed his hair and used Colgate on his teeth!
Putting his best red suit on, buckling his belt tightly and lacing up his blackest shoes, Santa strolled back into his lounge and poured himself a fine Scottish whisky. 'u can come out now love,' he called, enjoying the first taste swilling around his mouth. Nothing reacted. Then he realised why. Putting down the crystal glass, he walked over to the sack and peeled it back.
Her ass poked out first, still marked from the previous nights spank. Her holes were creamy white. She was still, silent - unusual for nikki. Santa took his time playing with her beautiful body before unbinding her ankles. She stared at his lovely smiling face for a long time as his tongue toyed with her body.
Nikki lay back in pure joy as her new man enjoyed himself. She'd never seen herself as a gift before, but in his blue eyes the world looked very different now...
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The Christmas Present! ?
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Santa peered through the dusty window, sweating from his heavy workload that had finally brought him to Newcastle and the house which belonged to nikki, the naughtiest girl in England. There on the table was the usual mince pie and wine, but what was that next to it? ?
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Entering the room in a way that is top secret and only known to one, Santa arrived at the shock of his life...A note was left upon the table...'Dear Santa, this little girl has been very very naughty all year. Nevertheless she still wants her presents being a very greedy little thing. Would u please punish her so that she can deserve all that's on her list, love and kisses, nikki xx' ?
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Santa couldn't believe his luck - crumpet instead of carrots. He undid his big black belt and set to work. After 50 lashes of his belt, and buckle marks galore, he felt that she had done enough...but then he noticed that her labia were weeping with joy...and the P.S. on the note, 'Enjoy yourself with my cunt!' ?
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Whipping the rest of his trousers off he pulled her into position and had fun, plenty of it! 'Present your ass high bitch!' he instructed.?In fact even Rudolph came down to see what the delay was. He smiled as he watched Santa's hairy arse pumping away like a reindeer on heat. All the elves cheered when they heard him climax with a 'Hoe hoe hoe!' ?
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It was Santa's favourite hour, and he left nikki a big present for her to unwrap...but that's another story. However, if the kids didn't get what they ordered on their list...blame nikki, but don't tell them why!
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Chapter 2: Outvoice
I love my office. Second only to my bed in order of priorities is this room. It has four walls which is rare within my workplace, and no cameras. That is the plus of working with my IT responsibilities. No one else has access to my computer, or my chair or my supply of Bombay mix. The room was designed to my specifications when the company took me on. It was the deal we struck, but they were desperate for me. Having already lost four consultants in the previous twelve months, they needed stability and I guaranteed them that. Signing up for a contract that would make even Messi weep with envy, I ordered change. Besides the obligatory constants such as room temperature and Candi, I requested the state of the art sound proofing. Total silence.
Candi loved it. When she walked in to serve me, her stilletoes clicked in that rhythmic tune. She had learned how to walk at three paces. The first was a stutter that we both recognised as 'a busy day, so keep your zipper up'. The second, a constant tap at pace, meant 'I have ten minutes spare', but the third was always the best. A slow gait, walked like chocolate dripping down ones fingers, telling me 'Im ahead of work and I locked the door behind me on the way in'. That didn't usually appear until Wednesday.
She opened the door, tears running through her retro mascara. 'John, it's awful, come quickly!'
I whipped across the room and followed Candi into what sounded like a Beatles war zone. Girls were wailing, kissing and slapping each other. If it weren't so serious I would have considered it a prelude to an orgy. she led me to her desk which was sprayed in glass splinters and then pointed at the vast hole that filled the main window. It was clearly too big for an object to have been thrown through it, and at 21 floors high an unlikely feat even for an Olympian. 'Who was it?'
'It was Tammi,' she said, falling into my arms. How could that be? My mind was racing in several directions as the boss walked in to the drama. Tammi was the office hole. She was also the best pool typist. The IT department had rigged up a special play room for her and her horny tendencies. We'd lost the best on the floor. I searched her desk for some semblance of a reason why she might have jumped, but all that was left were rows of ordered invoices, tidy piles of finished tasks and documents waiting for return. Her egi-mail was opened, but nothing looked odd there either.
'John, we've found a note. Can we chat in your office now?' my boss asked.
'Sure, anything for Tammi boss.' We moved away from the noise and he sat in my chair. I didn't mind, I'd got used to his mannerisms. He was abrupt at the best of times, and would often take advantage of things and people that he should keep well away from. 'John, we need to go through her egi-mails. I think there was something there that triggered this terrible reaction off. Can you do it straight away? Postpone your other tasks. Tammi gets priority now.'
'Sure boss.' What was the reason for that I wondered, as he closed the door behind him. He envied Tammi. She was the only girl he couldn't get his cock into on 21 floors, and yet she gave herself to everyone else. I love a mystery.?
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2023 ?
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Chapter 1: Bedding ?
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What is it about beds, they are so moreish? Monday is that time of the week when they appeal even more. There's something about the texture of the sheeting and the cosiness which makes me regret six thirty all the more. I forced myself into the chill spring air and stared at my wrist. It was already abuzz with messages from people who should know better than at this private hour. I mean, what on earth do they get up to? The rest of the world sees the weekend as a time to rest and recharge whilst a minority of the human race, often referred to as managers can think of nothing else better than to leave countless targets and tasks to overwhelm before even the first slice of bread has been toasted. Idiots, the lot of them. ?
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I switched on the shaver and lay back in bed to listen to the she-mails first, work always sounds best from a woman's voice, more intimate, less threatening or real. ?
'John, get back to me, there's something amiss with your invoice from last sunth. Don't be tardy.' I like Sarah, she is quick to the point, probably dominant by day, sub by night, or switchy. I placed the shaver back on it's port and watched as it burnt the bristles and left a pile of ash for Rita to deal with. I don't know what we did before robotic assistants? ??
Something told me today was going to be good. I placed double the amount of paste on T.B. and set her off throughout my mouth. What gives me that feeling I wonder? Why is it some days most definitely feel like those to avoid whilst others are like open arms, inviting you to embrace wholeheartedly? Destiny? God? Some kind of whispering in one's ear from a divine source? All I knew was that either I needed to buy a lottery card or today I would meet the love of my life, which for a forty year old is something rather special. ?
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I picked at the scab on my elbow and finished off the mail. Nothing special, not even a reply from my favourite female. He-mail time now. Dull and boring as usual, except for one, the news summary. More rioting in Chelsea and Bradford. Typical. Just when we sort out all the international wars, this had to happen! No sooner had I swung into action and headed off in the direction of my Boris electric bike, than the alarms rang and the doors and windows sealed themselves shut. I picked up speed and headed into the nearest protection port. Although I could see everyone's eyes darting left and right in synchronisation with mine, I did begin to wonder whether one of the sweatier one's weren't only anxious at my arrival. I tried to make myself look charming, but one of the prettier girls obviously took it the wrong way so I moved myself back into the corner.
A quick scan around indicated the absence of bulging clothing or knapsacks, giveaways from the early part of the war. Nowadays the terrorists used flat packs which still set off the street alarms but were much harder to see. I used to pride myself at spotting a gay at twenty yards, but since the conflicts began they'd seemed to merge into the background. The same couldn't be said for the Muslims. With the banned hijab removed in public places unless both the man and woman wore it, under equality rules, their skin colour became an immediate target for racists who like to vent their frustrations in the usual bigoted way.
I began to breathe more easily when the sirens stopped along the street sides and a sense of normality resumed. What was that though these days when the roads could erupt into conflict whenever gay met Muslim and vice versa? If only they had agreed to work alongside one another and value their differences. So here we all are, our liberties removed, our technologies focussed upon protection, and the opportunity to go on my normal dominant way further inhibited. As I walked towards my stop I glanced up and down at each woman who walked past me. Most drew little attention, looking merely like the fashion icons they wished to imitate on the high street window cat walks. No, the one's who made me think were those whose clothing spoke of something more and the one or two in my day who brandished a symbol around their wrists or fingers. The collar had become outdated. It was too obvious these days, what with bdsm a common pass time for even Barbie and Ken. The true practitioners had to be a lot more subtle.
Like Freemasons of old who stood at right angles, and Christians in Rome who drew in the sand, we had become adept at displaying our self post Internet. It had to be clear and blurred at the same time, a double image which said two or three things. They always brought my mind awake and unlike some of the bland sexual generalisations of the early twentieth century, produced a magnetic response. I enjoyed the game. We all did. The symbols of our hearts were altered weekly to avoid drawing the wrong sort of attention from semi-fascist groupings, but for one another it was a connection. It was breathing.?
The hydrobus turned up exactly on time, well of course it would, run by computers. I still read the tome as I boarded the vehicle, creature of habit I suppose, but one day it will be wrong, out of sync by maybe a minute, and just for that minute we will all know that computers can be as fallible as we are. I'm not bitter though, I just resent the fact that my brother lost his job to a heartless machine. Up the Luddites. ?
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I sat close to the girl and called her over. She seemed clean enough to use. I paid her the fifty pounds and she got to work. There's nothing quite like it on the way to work. I watched her press the zip on my trousers, reach inside and insert my man to the back of her throat. She was good, I'll use her again. I couldn't quite put my finger on it whether it was the studs on her tongue or the rubber inserts which made her work me so well. I was nearly there so I slapped her cheek hard and pulled her left nipple. I could see her wince and then sigh, good girl. She gets paid for her fantasy. She swallowed me whole, licked me dry with the kind of care one expects from Waitrose and then zipped me up. I stared into her eyes. She was so given, so young...and then someone called her away. Delicious, nothing to better it. |
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The comfort of age ?
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Sitting down at her desk, Claire typed away at her iPad, dealing with the latest barrage of contracts being thrust at her from various colleagues. She was on top, as usual. Her reputation throughout the firm was for ruthless efficiency. It was something she was determined to maintain. Her young PA came through the door with a list of meetings to add to her daily tasks. They blue-toothed the relevant data. Claire watched as she walked away. On the outside they resembled each other quite a lot. Both had slim bodies that drew adequate attention from her bosses, both dressed smartly, but the key difference was in responsibility...and salary. Of course, there were secrets that they both kept tight to their 32A chests...
For the last 12 months, Claire had been liaising with her office manager. Not that that in itself would turn heads. He was a highly efficient departmental manager, able to keep his team both happy and on task - no mean feat in itself. No, it was the nature of the relationship. Each day she would wear a simple dress or skirt and top, with jacket -all in black, to match the nature of their business, and to inspire confidence in their clients. But what no one knew was that she was wearing her clothing according to his instruction...
Her hair was kept straight, according to his rules. She liked it that way. It made things easier. She didn't have to think about appearance. She kept herself nice and presentable to please him. Of course her husband liked it too. For several years she would badger him with the need to be affirmed each day on the choices she made. Now, she was content. Her boss had that way, but then again he ought to...for he was her Dom.
It all began when she had struggled with work. They were on a business trip, in separate rooms of course. She needed reassurance that she had been doing a good job. It was like he saw into her soul. His eyes told her that he knew exactly what she needed. So a year ago she pledged herself to him, as his slave. It was easy when they were travelling on business trips. Instead of hanging around bars chatting they would be in his room training. She loved every moment. Worship was a close approximation to how she felt towards him, even though he was old enough to be her father...
But as she sat at her desk, barely an hour since the start of work, her opportunity to please arose. Slipping out through the door of her office and down the hallway passed her colleagues doors, she nipped into the toilets and carried out her most important task - to remove her panties. She placed them into her black leather handbag and headed off towards his office...
His PA, Sarah, was familiar with the routine of her visit at the start of the day, although she had no idea of its significance. Fatherly guidance crept through her mind on the odd occasions when it had crossed her mind. Claire kept it all off the radar. After all - she wanted to keep what she had. 'Go on in Claire,' Sarah said, waving her through. His office door swung open effortlessly and she closed it behind her. 'Master,' she said quietly and with reverence, handing over her knickers as though sharing holy communion. He smiled at her obedience. Her lips moistened, just as they had for the last 12 months, and today she could possibly get her release - her first orgasm for eight days...
Her boss owned an apartment that was a few minutes from their offices. As she continued with her afternoon schedule, her mind kept returning to the clock, counting down until the moment they could meet for training. She hoped that he would allow her release. Having been rubbing with greater libido for many months since the orgasm denial started she longed for the explosive quality of an orgasm. Her skirt was wet on the inside from the thought of it and she hoped that no one ever noticed...
The hours seemed to drag before each encounter and her thoughts wandered to her own marriage. At 26 she was young, sensual and horny but her husband couldn't see it. He sometimes made her spark when he used her in doggy and thrust inside her, but that connection was missing. There'd been more sex with her husband during the last year, ever since her Dom told her to always respond positively to any requests made by her old man. ?
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The hardest part of this renewed sex life at home was the second rule: never to climax. She had to fake it. Faking wasn't a big issue, although she preferred honesty at all times. The struggle was to resist the climax. After a week of becoming more and more aroused by her Dom's instructions, every touch below took her closer to disobedience. She tried so hard not to let herself go. She was even waking up in the middle of the night with her pussy dripping, begging for release...
When four o'clock finally came her office door opened, punctual as ever. 'Time to go Claire,' came his lovely voice. She slid her handbag over her shoulder, straightened herself and walked to the door. There were no words of affection. Just his glance at her as she walked across the carpet. He didn't even dare to touch her as she walked by. That was the rule they'd both agreed. It had to be that way so that they could exist in their two worlds - office and D/s. ?
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He always drove. His Audi was bigger than hers, but then he did have children. She loved the moment that the car door closed. It allowed them to be real once more, to breathe....
She loved the journey. It started to get her in the mood. ?
'So my little slut, how was work today?' ?
'I got all the jobs done Master. I hope You will be pleased with my work. I do it all for You.' ?
He slid his hand upon her knee and patted her for her obedience. She loved every affirmation he gave her. 'And how is life at home? Have u serviced your husband recently?' ?
'Yes Master. He asked me to suck his cock for him last night. I thought of your big cock all the time he used me. He didn't even need to use my other holes.' ?
'Im sure that helped u out too lil slut.' ?
She blushed, having been caught out. He knew how hard it was not to be able to climax at home. She tried to avoid penetration at all costs, just so that she could keep the urge to explode at bay. ?
The car stopped, they were at his apartment...
Stepping out of the car she made sure her skirt didn't ride up to high. It might be okay for Courtney Love to show off her pussy to the world, but working in her profession it wasn't! Her black rights were ladder less, just how he liked it - perfect. She took the greatest of care on training day. She craved his attention and found anyway to serve him in her looks. The office might imagine she was vain bringing her straighteners to work, but she valued his appreciative eye more than the judgemental gaze of her female colleagues. ?
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The click of her heels echoed upon the tiled entrance outside the apartment door. He alone had the key - in case a difficult question arose at home. She took no risk. The door opened and they went in. She had rules to follow, and they began now...
It was always the same, like a recipe for a cake. In this small way the ritual cemented their relationship. Some Doms liked the spontaneity and creativity. In their case, like members of the Anglican church, their repetition reinforced the unbreakable bond between them. ?
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She slowly slipped off her jacket, neatly hanging it up within his oak wardrobe. It swung, noisily for a few seconds, filling the space which they inhabited. There was another silence as she unbuttoned her dress, hanging it next to the jacket. Today she felt like they were a couple. All that was left were here shoes, which sat neatly beneath them, her tights, which slipped down her freshly shaved legs, and finally her panties. She had used this word ever since she had been a little girl. It seemed right in his presence. ?
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Now she was naked, ready to be used...
Later in her diary, that she addressed as Sir, she reflected upon the events of the afternoon: ?
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'When I got to his apartment I undressed completely (one of his rules) then waited for him in the living room on my knees. When he arrived he gave me an enema and made me wear a butt plug to keep it in. We then chatted for some time while I knelt with the enema inside me... Must have been 30 or 40 mins long :(. We discussed my weekend and also my chats online. I was then asked to go and expel the enema, shower and go back... I then got a maintenance spanking - this involves being spanked at some length but not very hard. The end effect is that I go into a very very submissive mood but I also get very aroused. He then let me please him orally... Then used me anally and came inside me there.. though I was not allowed to cum during all this. After he came he made me lie down on his bed and started playing with my clit... He made me cum three times in succession. I came very hard Sir.'
The following morning, after the ecstasy of three orgasms in quick succession, she had a long lie in. Her pussy hummed in delight, even when she allowed herself the luxury of touching her. She loved her Dom. His rules and his ways made her feel so secure. She rolled over in her bed and looked at the clock on the bedside table. No! She was late! ?
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Throwing her clothes on, she hurriedly brushed her hair washed her teeth and dashed to her car. The traffic was light, damn, she couldn't even use that as an excuse. Running up the stairs her heart was racing. She pushed her way through the doors and hid herself in her office, 30 minutes later than expected. She felt scruffy and unprepared for the day, and he knew that she had let him down...
She was just getting on top of the mornings tasks, including sending the appropriate apologies to the first client she had kept waiting, when her bosses PA buzzed through the intercom, 'He wants to see you now Claire.' ?
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She started to shake. She was still wearing panties, her hair wasn't immaculate, she had let him down. What would he do. She tried to smile as she walked down the corridor but it was no use - everyone knew she was in for a rollicking. It was the first time in three years. Standing outside his office she knocked and waited. His voice called her in, but the tone was one she had not heard before...
'Come in Claire. I'm disappointed, as u well know.' ?
She didn't dare speak, let alone breathe. His face and tone of voice terrified her. But this was his office and no matter what she might have done in his apartment or car, in here he was simply her boss. 'What is the excuse for your tardiness?' ?
She shook her head. 'I'm sorry. I have no excuse.' ?
'As I suspected Claire. I've no time to sort this out now. Remove your knickers and be at the apartment for 1pm.' ?
She nodded and walked out once more, her tail between her legs. Her work was difficult that morning. She managed it all, she was a professional after all, but the light had been switched off inside her...
The hours raced by, her mind wrestling with the contradiction of both pleasing and hurting him as her Dom and as her boss. She knew that whatever it took, she needed to receive her penance gladly. To please him for so long was one thing. To wound his reputation was another thing entirely. She hated herself for leaving him with no recourse but to teach her a lesson...
One o'clock came and after a silent drive to the apartment, Claire walked into his room. She began to undress but he stopped her. ?
'We don't have time for that Claire. This is the punishment that will teach u NEVER to let Me down EVER again!' ?
At the sound of his raised voice she began to cry. ?
'Stand against the wall with one arm to hold u up, and the other to pull your skirt up.' ?
She complied with his request and stood, tears streaming down her face. She watched as he slowly took off his jacket, folding it neatly over the back of the chair, before removing the belt from around his waist. Her weeping became uncontrollable...
The pause before punishment is a few seconds in length, but in that time Claire wept through the moments of disobedience. She had been focussed elsewhere for the first time in three years. How could she have taken her gaze away? It was ridiculous of her to have defaulted from her raison d'?e. Her train of thought was suddenly broken by pain. ?
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The pain tore through her body, starting on her cheeks. The leather of the belt left a red strip that made her sob...and she welcomed it. The second lash fell upon her labia, making her stand on her toes. There were no more tears she could offer. Now it was sobbing. Her pain howled. She wondered if that would be the last, but three more lashes fell upon her pert ass..
'Now, will that be the end of your shame Claire? Will u vow to never bring shame upon our office again?' ?
She nodded her head over and over again. 'Forgive me Master. Forgive me.' ?
He walked to her body, still waiting for further strikes, and stroked her hair. 'Never again, My little slut, never again. Now sort yourself out. We must be back soon.' ?
She reorganised her skirt, walked to his bathroom and wiped her make up smudges away. ?
The drive back was more pleasant, but she knew that if there was a repeat of anything like this again, it might endanger all that she valued in her heart...
As she sat back and got on with her job she realised that things had changed between them, her first lesson had been truly learnt - never be late, not for the sake of avoiding punishment, but to avoid hurting him... |
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His mouth bit hard upon her labia. The pain steered through her body and made her sit bolt upright. His hand stretched out, grabbed her by the throat and turned her over. He was powerful. The intensity of his fingers meant she felt completely at his behest.
'Turn over, arch your ass up high and don't talk bitch.' just how she liked it. When a man took control it went beyond the niceties of polite conversation. Men were so often made to engage in feminine ways. But here, in the submissive space she created, she could peer into each mans heart and witness what they were truly like when the rules disappeared... |
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Her eyes closed in the beauty of the moment. How many men had seen her do that she wondered. Her body was suddenly dragged from beneath her and she opened her eyes to see him kneeling between her white thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks and his elbows forced her wide open. His stubble cut into her skin as he dragged his mouth towards 'his drink'. She felt his tongue lapping at her cum like a puppy dog. It was all for his pleasure but that aroused her more. Soon she felt emptied of her cum. It was a lovely sensation to have him close to her nerve centre... |
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For some girls the greatest pleasure of all is touch. It is the closest form of communication that can be offered. It is soft and comforting at times, and at other times wild and painful. Nikki craved for his touch. She even slid down the sofa and pushed her feet towards him, but all it made him do was retreat two paces. Her pussy throbbed and dripped as she looked at his form. He had scars on his hands. She liked them - they were a story she would try to tease out of him. Her body began to shake in his presence and she felt unable to do anything to pant violently before him and cry in joy... |
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She suddenly became self conscious - here was a man who she didn't know at all ordering her to rub for him. Hey ho, she'd done worse! Snuggling in to to the sofa she pulled down her wet knickers to her knees. He yanked them off and she knew why. She pushed the vibe back on her labia and wished he would do something with her...but all he did was stare. It was intimidating and she loved it. She wanted his hands to grab her and make her lie at his feet... |
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Her eyes performed the 'Sherlock Scan' - tallish, good for cock sucking; nice eyes, could be kind hearted or a choirboy; brown smart shoes - either well to do or good at finding things cheap in the sales; slim - always nice, as long as I don't squash him! His assertiveness was very apparent...but how did he know she was so keen?
'Come in, would u like a drink...Sir?'
He glanced around the room and saw her vibe straight away. 'Sure. I will watch u cum and then drink u dry girl.' he pointed at the chair as though he knew what she'd been doing. 'Finish your rub for Me bitch...' |
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She often wondered why, when there were so many gorgeous women, why there were so many gay guys on TV. Would she be able to tempt them into her bed with offers of submissiveness? It didn't seem right when there were nights like tonight when she could do with the connection.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Probably the local teens, so she ignored it and carried on rubbing. It came again - very bold teenagers at 8:30. She pulled her skirt back into place, threw down the vibe on her chair and briskly opened the door.
'Piss off you little...' but before she could go any further, her eyes were met by an average looking guy, hands in pockets, staring back at her. She felt unnerved. 'What do you want mister?'
'The name is Sir, and u already know exactly what I want...' |
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Se packed her lovely, noisy boys off to bed and settled down to an evening with Britains Top Model repeats, vibe nearby in its blue bag in case the boys wandered in for any reason. How could the girls squander their bodies for a show like this? Playboy or Training of O maybe, but this? It was like watching Essex girls fight over who gets to watch their favourite TV programme, when we all know they like the same.
She pulled back her skirt, to avoid cum stains and yet another job, and began to push through the thong. It's hard to decode girls whose only reason in life is fashion and fame at the best of times, but under the influence of a delicious release of chemicals she was reduced to seeing them guided by a load of guys who were more camp than Larry Grayson. Still, they had a cock and she had an ass to tempt them... |
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Christmas with Nikki
Now that Donna had gone and she had had a weekend alone, Nikki felt the urge to grab a man in the street and pull him back to the house and make him fill her. It was a deep longing, like the craving of a pregnant mum on behalf of her unborn child - but this was for her pussy. Every night the desire grew until it finally consumed her and she would stare with eyes that advertised everything, only men needed it simpler than that. It had to be spelt out! 'Give me a fuck luv' generally convinced them... |
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The climax finally came and Nikki joined in too. There they were, like choir girls in a duet, singing out the song God had given each one. Nikki lay upon the floor still touching herself, staring up at Donnas feet. Was she developing a foot fetish? If only she was...it was the easiest of all - turned on by every Tom, Dick or Harriet walking down the pavement!
They climbed into bed together and fell asleep, dreaming and sighing... |
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Donna began to pant like a bitch as soon as the vibe went in. Nikki lightly fingered her anus at the same time, watching her friend's torso gradually thrash around. It was heavenly. She tried to press record inside her head but knew that it was now that she functioned best. Her fingers slipped back onto her own holes and she pressed her head back onto Donna's knees. This was what she had longed for from every sleepover. Not just the cuddles and kisses in the half drunk stupor - it was the bi- sexualising of her friend, awakening her to the joy of a girl's touch... |
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Nikki's touches we're not a distraction - she skilfully wove them into her fantasy. It had always been her dream to be a star, recognised for her beauty and talent. She knew that the headlines would scream slut and whore, but just to feel Barlow's cock inside her would be enough.
Meanwhile, her friend sat rubbing, her head craned west to see how the story had progressed. Cum dripped from her lips, making the carpet damp. She would lick it up later when her friend climbed into bed - no need to reveal all her base secrets in one night. The sofa was growing damper and she could see that Donna wanted the vibe inside and out - so she pushed hers in between the shining lips...
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Watching a pussy move and vibrate to the touch of an Ann Summers vibe isn't what most girls do, even in the privacy of their own home. Sensation coupled with imagination is the big motivator. Donna lay back, enraptured in the company of Gary Barlow making her strip for him on the X-Factor stage whilst the audience screamed. He didn't wait to give her a rating but pulled her quickly passed the cameras and into the privacy of his office where he spanked her over his knee, whilst singing just for her... |
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The noise of the two vibes fell into a steady hum and Nikki put it out of her mind. All she wanted to focus upon was her friends breathing, her face and her lovely legs. She lay her head back against them, smelling her friends skin, feeling every tremor running up and down her leg. To watch a good girl cum, who a few minutes before had said that it wouldn't happen, was so deliciously naughty.
Her eyes scanned her friends movements, the vibe was pressed in hard against her leggings and she wanted more than it could give. 'Let me pull down the trousers for you and you can push in too.' Donna nodded without opening her eyes, as if by not looking at what was happening would make it okay in her mind. Nikki enjoyed peeling back her clothes. She made sure that her fingers ran along the edges of her shaved area, teasing at her labia as the clothes came to her knees. She pulled them off completely to give her friend the freedom to spread her legs, and to give her the freedom to see her wet pussy... |
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Nikki was full of bright ideas whenever sex was on the cards. 'Why don't we just use vibes on ourselves, through our clothing. It's kinda sexy to watch each other cum, and it's very horny Donna.' There was a mutual nodding and Nikki burrowed through her drawer of toys until she pulled out two vibes. 'You can have the big one Princess.'
'Thanks, just through our clothes though okay?'
'Sure!' But Nikki knew that a girl with an aroused clit was like a rudderless ship - waiting to be steered.
They lay back on the bedroom sofa, Nikki nestling next to her friends feet. They started at the same time, staring at each other, before Donna closed her eyes to fantasise. Nikki kept hers wide open - her fantasy was right in front of her... |
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'Nikki, you know what happened with that Dom and us,' she had stopped looking at her, becoming so absorbed with expressing herself clearly. Her voice faltered, gulped and moved into the nervous category usually linked to spotty boys asking a girl out on a date for the first time. 'Nikki, I can't do it again. It was a great one off, and it was so sexy, and I can't get it out of my head...but I just feel like it was wrong.'
Nikki held her hands tightly and pulled her close. She stroked her hair with her fingers and knew that the good girl inside her was speaking, but that there was another inside who had gone silent, who maybe went too far on the first time. 'I understand sweetie. It was a wild day, that one, especially as you are such a cock girl usually.'
'And now you've got me so flipping' horny too. What am I going to do with it all?' |
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Donna's eyes were as wide as plates. 'But what did eight, or seven cocks do with you hun?'
'The works! I had one in my mouth for ages. His goal in life was to cum there but he'd had little joy before, so I pressed my lips so hard he shed his load in less than five minutes.'
'Was that a good idea?'
'Not really, because for the next hour they all wanted it! I shouldn't have spun the tale of having been taught it by a Siamese prostitute. Made it too exotic for them all! Anyway, it made it very short and sweet.'
'So how did you do it?' Donna was very intrigued. Oral techniques are rarely passed on from mother to daughter!
'Imagine being a granny trying to bite the cock off without your dentures in... That's the technique!' There was a bemused look on her face so Nikki put her thumb between her pretty lips. 'Imagine this is your man's cock. It's about the same size i'nt it?'
'Go on, I'm not telling you, not before he leaves me!'
Now bite down on it with your lips wrapped over your teeth...that's right, and as I push in and out you carry on pressing really hard. They love it. Catches the head of their man so strongly that it's the best blow job they'll ever get!'
'Brilliant Nikki. So which prostitute taught you that?'
'It was a sub, a boy...'
'A bloke!'
'Yes, he spent most of his life serving cock and I guess knew his own inside out. He used to bend his body over his head so he could give himself his own blow job!' they laughed at the thought of it all.
'Nikki,' Donna had a look in her eyes, and she knew something important was about to be shared... |
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'At first I knelt there in front of them, waiting for someone to take the lead, but it was like grannies at a roundabout, they all froze.'
'So what did you do hun?'
'I took the initiative, and grabbed the biggest cock!' They both rolled on the floor laughing.
'Didnt they mind?'
'That got them moving and after that there was no stopping them. I had to fight for air by the end!' |
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When it came to Nikkis turn Donna could barely believe what she was hearing, but she had learned down the years that she was a truthful soul - even when things seemed unlikely and fit only for a sexually explicit version of Mission Impossible...actually it was still true!
'I was surrounded by eight cocks, seven were erect and one looked like an inflatable Santa on New Years Day. It was like heaven. I kept looking at each one, wondering which would push in first so I named them after the seven dwarves.'
'But there were eight,' Donna interrupted.
'The eighth was Mr Flacid, so I called him Snow White because there was snow way he was saying hello!' |
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The red wine was starting to relax them both, and after two glasses they decided to tell each other their favourite stories about being sexually used. Donna began. Nikki curled up at her feet on the floor whilst her friend described events from several years previous that had excited her. Nikki was of course multi- tasking. As well as listening to the account of the 12 inch cock that seemed to find ever G-spot Donna had ever had, she was enjoying looking at the princesses toes which had been beautifully shaped and painted by the local shop. As her feet almost danced in the air during the description, Nikki began to toy with them... |
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With the end of the programme Nikki cuddled up to Donna and began to whisper in her ear. 'I really enjoyed last week. You were such a different girl...I saw you in a new light. Have you been thinking much about it?'
'I can't stop thinking about it. I feel ashamed by it..,'
'Ashamed! Why? It was only fun. Why the shame?'
'If that ever got out to friends that I did all those things I would have to leave the area. I have a reputation to maintain Nikki. I am Princess Donna.'
'Of course you are,' she held her friend close and hugged her, rubbing her back to reassure her. 'No one will ever know. It's our secret.'
'My man thankfully hasn't minded five nights of oral, but the cane marks are still there. If he decides to play doggie I don't know what I'll do...' she burst into tears again and lay upon Nikki's lap whilst she stroked her long hair with her fingers.
'I think you'll be okay Princess. Just relax here tonight and I'll make it all better.' She leant over her friends porcelain skin and sang the songs that she had always sung to her whenever they'd had time together - the ballads of George Michael... |
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Saturday finally arrived. Nikki had managed one thing in her heightened state of arousal - the kids were having a sleepover at a friends house - leaving her home peaceful and calm. She organised the lounge so that it was conducive for intimacy, made sure the bedroom was dusted, put fresh linen on the bed and waited like a nervous child on their first date!
Donna finally showed up an hour later than planned - trouble at home with her old man. He'd felt neglected so she'd made sure he felt appreciated by 'cleaning the floor on her knees'. Nikki didn't mind. As long as she had her friend nearby it was enough. They chatted for a while as X- Factor roled by on the screen, and no one ever seemed to match Leona Lewis anyway. Nikki leaned against Donnas shoulder throughout the show, occasionally playing with her lovely hazel hair... |
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The week flew by. She forgot her doctors appointment, managed to buy a few essentials to cook with, alongside the obligatory bottle of wine, and somehow got through five days with barely a goodnight's sleep. It felt like wonderland...she thought so much about all the possible twists and permutations that all but one eluded her...what if she fell ill? |
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Nikki grabbed the phone once the boys were in bed and was just about to dial her friend up when there was a knock at the door...it was Donna. She threw herself around her friend and tried to kiss her, but Donna pushed her away, glancing over her back to make sure nO one was looking.
'About last night...'
'Wasnt it just the most amazing intensity Donna?' From the look on her face Nikki knew that she wasn't reading things quite so well. 'Wasnt it?'
Donna shifted on her feet and walked into the lounge. 'Look, I know we had a wild time, a great time even, and it was cool and crazy but...it was a one off. Forget it.'
Nikki was never one to hide her feelings. She burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears. She hated everything she'd just heard. Donna tried to console her, but it was no use. 'Look, how about we have a normal sleepover this coming Saturday, just no Doms...okay?' Nikki nodded her head and listened as the door shut behind her friend... |
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Nikki loved to replay the events through her mind as though watching her own porn movie. Usually she would go through all the characters in her mind, one by one, but there was a real need on her part to just consider one. Donnas hair fell upon her thighs as she sucked upon nikkis clit. There was such an intensity about it all that she suddenly climaxed, all over her new sheets! She lay breathlessly staring at the ceiling, wondering what to do about it all. Cold showers wouldn't work. It was no use, she would have to beg Donna to have a sleepover soon just so she could relive the high... |
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The Naughtiest Girl in Tyne
Nikki woke up with the biggest smile on her face. She hadn't looked so goofy since the best Christmas morning she had at the age of four...a few years previously. She had played with Donna! Wow! Only the hottest girl she knew. It made her wet just thinking it through. She lay back on her bedding and touched her nipples whilst she thought about it - how on earth did she manage it?
Her fingers slipped between her legs and scooped the hem of the nightie above her stomach. She fingered her belly button to see if she had any fluff and then pushed past the few growths of pubic hair until she met her labia. What a life she was having. To be sucked to a climax by her best friend had been great...and she wanted more!
Her finger pushed her labia apart, releasing her scent. How on earth pandas only have two days of heat a year she couldn't understand. Her wiring was twice daily...more if possible. She had managed to drag her friend into a place of greater sexual freedom. Her fingers pushed deeper. She could even picture a threesome with Donnas man one day, but she wouldn't hint at that. Donna liked her men to be focused on one pussy at a time... |
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A few moments later He cut nikki down and laid her in her bed. He placed Donna between her legs and told her to make her cum. Donna kissed and sucked her friend in a new way, staring into her eyes for the first time. Her eyes sparkled with appreciation. The downstairs door eventually closed following His departure leaving the two girls alone for the first time... |
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'I want u to climax girls, for when I cum, and I shall be soon, u will both stop' Nikki took no notice. She was enjoying being in control of her friends new found sexual experience. After this, sleepovers would never be the same, although she knew it would probably need her male Dom to add that je ne sais pas! The climax was so close now. Her tongue felt the swelling, and even though her mouth remained completely at His behest, her cunt rose and fell in a thrashing dance.
Nikki watched as the cum squirted and then dribbled out. It was beautiful to see. She licked every drop up as she pressed her mouth close, blowing cold air over her friends aching lips. Almost in parallel she watched her Dom release His cock from her mouth, turn the table, and push into her ass. He grunted in ecstasy as His cock emptied itself deep into her, and slapped her tits in the deepest satisfaction... |
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Donnas pussy rose and fell as nikkis tongue got up to its tricks. Not that she'd ever been taught how to do it - it was just easy to her: if i enjoy it so will u! It always wireless. It was the difference between a fucking machine and a subgirl - far more interaction within. And to expect a geek to go beyond porn was asking too much she often mused. The joy she felt was being matched at the other end. Donnas mouth was a complete tight hole. She pressed her lips so tightly it felt like a virgins first time. He didn't want to stop but He could sense the climax growing from the base of His shaft... |
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Pulling Donna by the hair, He moved her away, knowing she would be begging for more on the inside. Pushing the round meal table close to nikki, He lay Donna on her back and pulled her neck into position over the side. With her head arched back she was the perfect hole. He pushed into her, filling her mouth, enjoying hearing her gag in the movement. Nikki was now aware of the change and had pulled her thighs apart once more. It was time for Donna to scream as she licked... |
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Donna forgot about the smell of urine. Most had been licked up and replaced by cum. She became intensely aware that what she was doing to nikki was being reciprocated. Their licks did not match but began to unite them. It was a duet of lovers meeting for the first time. All three were aroused, and one was keen to join the party... |
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Donna began to lick, forcing her tongue between the labia, loving and hating every moment. How was it that Nikkis dream she'd often climaxed to could have been sullied in this way by the Dom? He looked on smiling, admiring how she persisted in obedience - not many trained girls would allow themselves to be so close to pee.
Meanwhile nikki was revelling in the experience. It had taken a lot to get there but finally her clit was being taken on the ride of her life. As she opened her eyes she saw Donnas pussy inches from her mouth. It was an unbelievable treat. She kissed her skin, enjoying the aroma - her friend was layered in sweat and cum, with tiny splashes of blood from the caning. Nikki pushed her own tongue in deeply, grabbing Donnas thighs and pulling them wide apart. She was always greedy for more... |
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The Dom gazed on, enjoying the emotional interplay between friends. 'Girls, I want u to lick each other to climax.' He grabbed donnas hair and began to force her mouth over nikkis cunt. She resisted at first, smelling her own urine still pooled between the labia. He persisted, pushing her mouth onto the pussy that glistened in anticipation... |
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'Shall we cut her down Sir?' Donna asked, as she stood on the staircase, squeezing her friends nipples hard. Inside she felt released to do anything, as though her painful climax had caused her to be born again. She wanted her friend to have the same liberation. But all nikki could think of was getting her lips on the lovely pussy that hovered so close to her face... |
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Nikki screamed as she fell - a free rollercoaster high rippled through her body. Why on earth hadn't she thought of that before. She began to swing back and forth, suspended above the hallway, her hair almost brushing the ground. Before she had time to work out what was going on, both her friends began to piss on her legs from the top of the landing. No! It wasn't what she wanted. The warm fluids met at her cunt and flowed down until pouring over her lips and eyes. No! They were foul...and she was such a good girl normally... |
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He unclipped Donna from her ankles and allowed her to stretch. 'Did u enjoy the show Nikki?' she asked her friend. Nikki nodded and gulped, sensing the unnerving tone in her voice. She felt her ropes being untied, and once free was highly tempted to make a mad dash, only all her mates would see her starkers running down the street - no she needed to think.
Suddenly her wrists were being gripped by the others. She was pulled to the bannister and tied by her ankles to the bottom of the wooden supports. 'What are you going to do,' she asked, desperately hoping for her friend to fulfil her dreams - to suck her off without the slightest sexual interest in her at all. But instead they pushed her off the top of the stairs... |
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Nikki watched with great jealousy as her friend, miss straight lace was being treated like a complete whore. Her juices ran, her heart beat faster, but she wanted to hear her friend cum again. Would it be the same? Whenever Donna farted it varied, would her climaxes follow suit? The frenzy grew: slapping, pinching, thrusting panting - the two united for ten minutes, sweat dripping from them both, until he slapped her tits so hard she shook, collapsed and yelped like a seal.
The Dom shifted to her anus and finished himself off. 'Not bad for a virgin slavegirl mmmm. He held her in his arms and whispered something in her ear. Donnas face lit up and Nikki knew she was in for trouble... |
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'Are you going to untie me now, I need to lie down, please, Sir.' if she thought that would do the trick, she had another thing coming. Nikki watched as the Dom unzipped his trousers to reveal his renown cock - it looked as though it had been transplanted from a bull. It was hard and pink, already moist and pointing in only one direction!
He pushed himself in quickly and pulled her cheeks wide. She almost choked as she realised that this man was in full control of her body. As if he could read her mind, his hand slapped her thighs and brought her back to stimulation. No one had done that before either - she was sometimes called the one girl wonder..but now she had climbed into the doubles. His finger began to play with her anus but she bit her tongue. The slightest indication of refusal and she knew where that cock would end up. Rt he sensation was exquisite as his shaft pushed her cunt wider than before.... |
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Nikki was looking up and could barely believe what she was seeing. There was her friend, the one who had all the gorgeous boyfriends wrapped around her little finger, receiving the thrashing of her life. She gazed up at her polished labia and watched as the juices dropped down her thighs before her eyes. She sighed. If only she could get her tongue around those lips, she could surely soothe her and bring her to a climax.
Pete carried on caning her ass. He was enjoying Himself. His eyes had also caught sight of how wet her little pussy was and was determined to hear her moan. He ungagged her moments before she screamed...the house fell silent, Donna loved the pain - she was a good girl bitch after all... |
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'u! Stop rubbing yourself and get over here, now!' Donna picked herself up and stood in front of Him, visibly shaking, but was that from fear or because she was so close to a climax, Nikki couldn't tell. Both she decided. All she wanted to do was reach up and finish her off whilst Donna stood overhead and then to allow her juices to drip all over her lips. It had been her dream ever since she first set eyes on her friend all those years ago, but she was too submissive to say.
'Now girl, touch your toes!' Donna obeyed, mindful of His cane, wondering what on earth she'd let herself in for, after all he hardly resembled a footballer physique. He clipped her wrists to her ankles and gagged her mouth. 'Now u will see exactly what girls were designed for in the first place. His cane cut the air and made her body hurt. Over and over again her cheeks that were so spotlessly washed each morning and night were cut by welts and bruises. She was imagining it was Orlando, and for some reason it made all the pain worth it.... |
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Nikki jumped up, licked her finger and thought, 'Pineapple, lovely!' She left Donna panting for more on the floor whilst she opened the lock. Pete, her favourite Dom and the one who resembled anything vaguely handsome strode in. He handed Nikki his coat and stared at Donna's floppy body on the floor.
'I can see that u haven't changed one bit Nikki! Impatient even when there's a cock a few minutes away! Remove her thong and yours. Hurry up!'
She jumped to it, pulling Donna's off first, lingering to look at her body just that bit too long.
'I see it all. your focus is on the cunt and not the cock. Come here bitch.' She walked across the room and knew she was in for a thrashing. Pete tied her hands deftly behind her back and then to her ankles. Donna watched in fascination, her juices even more aroused by how quickly her friend allowed Him to take advantage of her. It was turning her on to watch porn before her eyes. She began to rub as the cane He had brought cracked first against her ass and then her thighs... |
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Nikki put two and two together and realised that she needed something more to help her along the way. 'Stand up and I'm going to get you into the mood. Spread your legs so they're under your shoulders. Good. Now close your eyes and think of Orlando.'
Nikki pulled her thong over and began to rub her finger up and down Donna's labia. It was one of her private fantasies to finish off the rub she'd given her when they'd both been wearing fancy dress. She was getting wet at the touch, but Nikki found herself dripping at the idea that she'd got her friend exactly where she wanted her.'
'Can I lie down and think of Orlando please?'
'Course chuck,' she said watching as her friend spread her legs and pulled her arms above her head. Her fingers started again and she watched as her slim friend writhed at her touch, fixing the dashing actor in her mind. She was hoping to see her climax and then to lick up her juices when the doorbell rang - he had arrived! |
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'I'm thinking about Orlando Bloom, walking in here, with his leather trousers on carrying a whip and ready to gag us both...is that better?'
'Well,' Nikki hesitated to speak as the last time shed seen anyone remotely like Monsieur Bloom was in a group session where he was the gimp. 'Orlandos a good start. We might need to lower our expectations a little.'
'Okay, Danny Devito.' they both began to laugh hysterically
'Now, think about how to please a Dom. Your body will do most of it for u, but, u will need to follow his instructions'
'You know I'm not very good at that Nikki. I'd much rather stick hairclips on your nipples than get down on my knees - you do realise that?'
Nikki sighed a deep sigh. 'Look, just bend over a second.' she picked up the crop and began flicking it around in desperation. 'Once you feel the crop on your ass you will start to behave.' she brought it down upon Donnas beautiful white ass with a delicious crack. Donna screamed and Nikki waited for the pleasure to creep across her face...but for some reason it never came... |
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Nikki began to ease Donna into the experience as best she could, after all, they were both girls, enough guys had fucked them both - at least a hundred between them, although all but seven of those were by Nikki! She had a love button and a period, surely it would be the same.
'Think about it Donna. Have you ever fantasised about a guy pounding you hard with his cock stretching your cunt wide?'
'Will he have a big cock? You know how much I love that feeling!'
'Calm down girl, wait and see!'
'Will he be muscly? I love a good six pack. And a nice tan, he will be well tanned won't he?'
'Sit down here,' Nikki said. 'Now, get this into your pretty head. Tonight is not Hollyoaks, it's deeper luv. Think Downton Abbey with knickers off...' |
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Donna couldn't believe that she had said yes. But there was a little part of her straight laced soul that sometimes wanted to break free from being simply the prettiest girl in Newcastle. She wanted to push a few boundaries, as long as they were kept a secret. She had dressed up just as Nikki had instructed her to - black hold ups (she liked those, very office girl), five inch black stilletoes (very Strictly), a thong made of pure lace which managed to cover her labia, but only just enough, and a Triumph bra to make the most of her bazookas! Nikki had added a leather choker around her neck and elbow length silken gloves, after spraying her with perfume which must have come from the pound shop.
'I'm not sure Nikki. He might go too far. What d'you think?'
'Girl, there's a time in your life when u push the boat out,' she said, scrabbling into her outfit. 'If you never go for it, then you might as well admit defeat and dress like your mum.'
Nikki picked up a crop which had been left by one of her many previous guests. 'And who knows...you might just like it!' |
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'D'you remember that night when u taught me how you like to kiss?'
Donna flushed. 'I was drunk. You should have pushed me off.' She didn't look pleased at having to dredge up this episode from her past.
'I liked the way you pinned me against the wall...'
'Nikki!'
'And pressed your tits against mine...'
'Nikki!
'And forced your lips on mine...'
'Too much Nikki!'
'But you kiss really really well for a girl...'
'The guys think so too.'
'So I had an idea...'
'Nikki, your ideas scare me! What's the idea then?'
Nikki pulled her close, stared into her lovely eyes and began... |
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Donna was all ears...well, not really. She was rather gorgeous looking and ears didn't come into it as they were petite and doll-like, just like the rest of her. Nikki wondered how much to tell, but then again, why hesitate? She loved to tell everyone everything about her - why change the habit of a lifetime! |
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Donna hoisted her night bag onto her left shoulder and pressed the doorbell. Nothing. She tried again and this time she glimpsed a frantic form dashing towards her.
'Sorry hun, on the loo!'
'Cool. But make sure u leave the roll in the toilet next time!'
Nikki looked behind and saw the Andrex trail spreading behind her. They laughed as she tossed it down the loo, before making a coffee.
'I have a surprise for you,' Nikki blurted out, dying to tell all. ' Wait till we're in our pjs!'
They knocked up a quick pasta and lager supper. Conversation varied from news of the latest pregnancy to the last guy who'd been round to try and tame her.
Finally they stripped and climbed into their pjs. Nikki admired her friends slender form, her shoulder length hair and her gorgeous breasts, but felt she needed to remove that last strip of pubic hair just above her clit - smooth was this years hairstyle for cunts!
'Now, about that news...' |
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The Naughtiest Girl In The Road!
Donna was always in two minds about going to her friends home, not because she didn't like her friend, but because she was always up to something! Most of her friends talked about their boyfriends, make-up and fashion accessories, which was okay but...Nikki talked about sex. Not just your usual things that you discuss at school like how to avoid stds and contraception. No, she loved to talk about it because that's what she did!
On one occasion Donna happened to pop round on the off chance of a girlie chat, but when she got to the door she could see through the window that Nikki was tied to a chair and being whipped by two guys and a girl, who were taking great pleasure in hitting her labia. She was wild like that. Her orgasms were renown. It was a rite of passage for the local teenagers to gather outside her window and listen to her evening wanking. She was a character. And you never knew what you'd find when you pressed the doorbell... |
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'in the army they have a simple method to stay warm, it's in the army manual girl. They teach soldiers to wank in the cold to make enough body heat. Will u rub Me please and I'll rub u?' she gazed into belle's eyes innocently, both knowing that this was the first time they'd each touched a girl in this way.
belle reached down, feeling the girls skin respond as she went, the girl responded likewise until they both arrived at the labia. belle had never felt a girls wet labia peel open so readily. There was a lump in her throat as she rubbed gently, enjoying watching how the girls eyes opened and closed in tandem with her movements. she enjoyed the feeling of being united in this way, even though she felt no attraction to the girl. It just felt loving and kind. They both climaxed seconds apart, laying panting and holding hands, until both falling to sleep... |
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belle climbed off His chest and allowed Him to fall into the sleep that His body longed for. she felt a tap on her shoulder and watched as the girl pointed to a mattress. They tiptoed over and climbed onto it, burying themselves beneath the cold quilt. 'i can't sleep yet. Can u?' she toyed with her hair and then stroked her cheek.
belle turned her body towards the girl. she looked at her face, young and wrinkle free, just like her own. It was like looking into a mirror. her hands began to stroke cheeks just like her own, lips just like hers, skin just like hers... |
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As she placed her finger on her clit, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it might be like to be Guido. There He was with two young, beautiful girls doing everything in their power to arouse and serve Him. He had the sensitive arousal of one on His cock and the other providing better than 3D visuals and smells. And she loved it. It was so good to be free from all that linked her to her prudish childhood.
'Please Sir, may I come?' she begged. He bent up to where she was rubbing, pulled her towards His mouth and gave her the okay nod. He was going to drink her too, she thought. her finger was now joined by His tongue, lapping at her cunt. she couldn't hold back any longer. To her surprise she squirted into His open mouth. He swallowed her up and licked the droplets off her pink skin before smiling at her towering form. Closing His eyes He allowed Himself to cum for the last time before sleep... |
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she wondered how on earth to join in, His cock seemed well and truly catered for.
'Come here bitch, sit on My chest and show Me how u rub.' sherolled over onto her side and climbed astride His pecs. He watched her carefully toy with herself and reminded her not to climax without permission... |
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Once more she lay panting, her arms above her head, feeling wonderfully open and fulfilled. Why hadn't she known that sex could be this good before? Lessons at school seemed to emphasise the need for safety and avoiding stds, rather than the fulfilment and release of a good fuck. The sensation of her own juices dripping through her labia and down her thighs was interrupted by noise to her left.
Opening her eyes and craning left she saw the other girl involved in the most beautiful cock worship she had seen. Her holes took it in turns to make Hhis erection deeply satisfied. belle enjoyed watching her working harder and harder with her ass, staring at His eyes to gauge just how close to climax He was. His eyes suddenly opened and watched hers. 'your turn to join in bitch, now.' |
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Guido crawled to the top of where His bitch lay breathlessly panting and held her arms down with the force of His wrists, kissing her gently on her breasts as she continued to lie regaining her breath. He bit her areola several times, increasing the intensity each time, lifting her back into arousal. She suddenly felt herself being stimulated in an impossible way, her clit was being kissed and licked at the same time as her tits were being bitten. Looking down she saw the other girl between her legs and relaxed once more. Pain and pleasure...beautiful.
As her clit was taken closer and closer to the climax she longed for, belle's tits began to be spanked hard. she felt His bruising touch radiate across her chest, mixing and combining with the shudders from her cunt. It was strange and nice at the same time. He gave her permission to climax and bit hard on her nipple as He watched her back arch upwards and she screamed in the intensity of the release... |
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she lay panting for a few minutes before He spread her legs wide and began to lick at her lips. she felt the roughness of His tongue circumnavigate the edges of her labia before lapping at her juices after pulling her wide open. He was hovering over her cunt, staring at her beauty, watching it move as her body twitched in sympathy with His touch. Then His nose went close, and she watched as He imbibed her natural fragrance. He was so sensually aware, it made her feel appreciated, as a sculptor touches His creation, enjoying its essense.
They both turned towards the sound of the girl nearby waking... |
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'Now bitch, roll over on your back and rub for Me, quickly.'
she did as she was told, spreading her thighs wider as soon as He kicked them open. No one had ever watched her in this secret place before. It's oddness was very arousing and soon she had closed her eyes, relaxing in His attentions. He crouched down low to stare at how her fingers moved across her clit and through her labia. He loved to study how girls touched themselves to add techniques to His own repertoire. He allowed her to climb right up to her orgasm then placed His fingers between her legs. she moaned and sighed as it all became too much. Glancing into His eyes she begged for release. He smiled and allowed her to cum. He loved to see her shaking, so natural and unpretentious... |
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She looked at him with tears in her eyes, then followed his guidance. 'What do I do now Sir?'
'On all fours like the bitch u are.' He pulled out a leather collar from beneath a towel placed nearby. she listened to the sound, felt his hands roughly handle her around the neck, yanking her one way, then the next, until it was secure. He said nothing to her. Well, she reasoned, what does one say to a bitch? He returned a few moments later carrying a lead. After clipping it swiftly to her neck, he stood up and told her to walk on all fours. she knew he was enjoying it, watching her ass sway, knowing that he could do anything with her body, and she was enjoying it too... |
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She had never been taken beyond that first climax before. Most men seem to imagine that girls are wired just like themselves - one squirt and it's done. Guido knew better. He loved to play with a girl, to see her overcome time after time, to spank and slap her body until she is awash with desire. This girl is good, he thought. A pretty young thing with potential for more. 'Are u ready to serve Me girl, with all your body?'
'Yes,' she moaned as her nipples responded to his squeezing.
'Then on your knees bitch girl and listen to Me. I am your Owner now and your pleasure comes only from My touch.' He grabbed her hair tightly making her sigh once more. 'If u want more pleasure then u earn it bitch, do u understand?'
'Yes, of course Guido.'
He slapped her tits hard, making them sting. 'Not Guido bitch, Sir from now on... |
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His slaps became more frequent as she drew close to her second climax. He lay her upon his lap for her third and played with her ass, introducing his fingers into her anus, spanking her ass until she cried out for a third time... |
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He could have left her there, curled up in the foetal position as she was, like a child. But then she wouldn't know about the world beyond her first orgasm. Grabbing her by the ankles, he pulled her body towards his, and lay her alongside his torso, before leaning his weight upon her chest to prevent her from moving. His other hand toyed with her clit, and caused her to writhe once more upon the floor. He enjoyed seeing her young form stir in its awakening. Sometimes, as her knees moved towards her chest, he slapped them down to allow his fingers the freedom to play... |
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His fingers moved around her body. She ached, she writhed, she longed for release, but he was denying her. His hands squeezed her taut nipples and she winced momentarily. The sensation of being driven by a man with the experience he had was intoxicating. She sensed that he was drawing near too and began tensing her muscles around his cock. He felt it clearly, appreciating her muscular contractions, and reciprocated by rubbing her clit. She knew it. He had waited for his climax to arrive. As they both called out in release, he pinched her clit hard and she lay writhing on the floor, leaving a rolling trail of cum and sweat glistening in his eyes. Laying on her back she lay panting, unable to move, paralysed by the beauty of it all... |
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His nails dug into her skin and he waited, holding back whilst her ass desperately danced trying to locate his cock. He spanked her twice again, the sting making her stop long enough for him to pull her labia aside, place his shaft next to her entrance and wait again. 'please...' came her tortured plea, 'Please fill me.' he grabbed the belt with his left hand and began to push, slamming his thighs against hers, making her palms lift from the ground each time they collided. His right hand slapped her thighs and ass until she was a deep red, and now the welts began to bruise after each smack of his hands upon her youthful skin.
She arched her back as the intensity ran along her form. This is it she cried as his hand clutched her hair and began to yank her back and forth along his shaft. This is it... |
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She waited for his cock to push between her legs but instead she felt his smooth leather belt wrap around her waist. He tightened it hard and she was forced to breathe in. Then his hands fell upon her ass. At first he spanked her lightly as if to tease her, then much firmer, leaving his handprint upon both cheeks, burning into her being. But she wanted his cock inside her. She pushed her ass towards him and moaned but he paid no attention to her. Instead he pulled her cheeks apart and watched as the juices slowly ran down the inside of her thighs.... |
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He laid her body down upon the cold laminate floor. Her body recoiled at its chill but then relaxed once more as he fell between her legs. His mouth touched her lightly at first, then began to nip and bite her. her breasts loved the feeling of being hurt and loved at the same time. His muscles moved against her softness and she thought how immature she had been to imagine it any other way. She tugged at his silk pyjamas, but he grabbed her by the wrists. 'Follow My lead, little girl,' he whispered and pulled her hands together above her head. She wanted his every touch, such was her ecstasy.
'Turn over girl, into doggy bitch.' he slapped her forcefully and something in her awoke, like a button had activated something deep within. Many guys had made her cum, but this had never happened before... |
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She awoke several hours later and found the girl fast asleep by her side. At least she showed some compassion. At least she had cared. She carefully left the bedding and tiptoed over to the nearest door. Locked! She found a second and carefully turned the knob, but before she could find out if it was open or not Guido came out from the darkness.
'it's locked, they all are girl. This is the only way out. u are free to go u know. I was only teasing, rotten of Me I know but u would get used to Me and all My tricks. Anyway the doors out there' she walked around him, careful not to get within his reach again. Her mind was full of hate, but she would save that for the police station. 'my dear girl, u are free to go and free to stay. I would like to kiss u before u go, just one little kiss.' She allowed him close, and he pulled her into his embrace, and onto his lips. It was a gorgeous feeling. She hated him for it and loved it. He kissed her a second time, and a third. She felt her body tighten, her nipples became taut, and her body that was so repulsed by his game now caved in to his loveliness. She felt herself dance around his body as his flesh entwined with hers, but she loved the sensation of his cock pushing through his silk pyjamas onto her stomach... |
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Inside was, much to her surprise, what she had expected. A throne for him to sit on, a sheepskin rug with a collar and chain nearby. This felt more like Princess Leia in Star Wars than the sick snuff movie scene she'd just walked through.
'So, do u like it here, inside My mind girl? Are u glad that curiosity took hold of u. Really, it would be a shame to waste such a beautiful creature. Of course, I am not wasteful. Did u really think I would hide u in here and torture u to death? Such a little girl,' he added, running his fingers down her spine. 'I suppose that u imagine that u will die on the rack like that poor creature we walked past next door? Really! I mean, could I really get away with that in central London?' he clicked his fingers and the girl she had seen stretched in pain walked in and kissed him amorously. She untied the girl and took off her gag.
She collapsed into a pile on the floor, crying, whilst the other girl attended her and shushed her back to her normal being.
'Really Guido, was that entirely necessary?'
'My dear, we have given her an education that time and money could never afford'
They covered her with a quilt, allowed her to sleep, but remained by her side through the night... |
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There are moments when a girl crosses certain bridges in her life - the first lipstick, the first kiss, her first period, but the one she dreads is the last mistake. She cannot hear the voice of her parents begging her to be a good girl. All that echoes in her ears is the thudding sound of her heart knowing that this could be the last few minutes of her brief life.
Belle shook with fear as he pulled her towards his chest and began to stroke her back. 'u don't have to worry girl, I have something far more interesting prepared for u.' his fingers drifted down the side of her clammy skin and between her legs. But no matter how he rubbed the sense of dread and fear overwhelmed her. He could never release her, never let her go, for if she was let out his whole fantasy would come to an end. He pulled her by the nipple up to a second door, and kicked it open... |
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Her eyes fell upon the first wall. Suspended in neatly arranged lines, mathematically measured to produce a pleasing effect, we're enough canes, crops, whips and paddles to discipline most of her university. Some of the devices she recognised as relics of an Ann Summers display, but others looked like items for torture. There were anal expanders so big she was sure that her head would fit in.
Suddenly she noticed what was in the middle of the room. Strapped to a medieval rack was a girl of about her age, her limbs stretched so that she was immobile. She too was gagged. She too had tape around her wrists. At this point belle began to question how long she would be alive for. Pee ran down her legs into a pool where she rained transfixed. He noticed and smiled... |
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As a young girl many have made themselves vulnerable, but as belle crossed the doorway she suddenly realised how foolish she had been. Should she have wanted to scream, the opportunity had gone. All she was capable of doing was turning and fleeing, but the door had shut behind her. In her worst dreams she had never imagined that a man's soul could be quite so dark and wretched... |
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'u are not to breathe a word of what is behind here girl, do u understand?' she nodded and watched him draw closer. His clitoral rubbing became deeper, he knew how to handle a woman well. 'I am a sexual Dominant girl. u are entering a different world to that u were told in your sex education lessons. Firstly, u do exactly as I instruct u - do u understand?' she nodded, feeling excited by the prospect. Her vagina was full of juices and she wanted him to unzip straight away. 'u will see things u may not understand, but it will become clearer to u as u obey. Now, any last questions before I ball gag u?'
'I need to be gone by 10am tomorrow, that's all,' she chipped in, feeling slightly anal for mentioning it!
The gag was tight and he opened the door... |
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He returned with a roll of black tape. He looked her up and down and smiled. 'Pretty thing. I'll enjoy u.' she was relieved that he found her attractive and hadn't gone on about the unequal areola. 'Hands above your head.' He bound her tightly, so that her arms were behind her head. Then he passed the roll under her armpits so she was unable to take them forwards. Kinky she thought. Nice. 'are u sure u want to know Me,' he asked, teasing her clit through her hair?
'Please...' |
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He looked deeply into her eyes, and she saw something that both tempted and scared her. For a split second she could see herself reflected back in his pupil. He shook her hard and she could feel the restlessness within. 'if u want to go beyond that door u must be prepared to be vulnerable, the most u have ever been. It is My vault of secrets. Do u want to go?' she nodded tentatively. 'u must strip then and I will get the rope to bind your hands.' she hadn't expected quite such directive rules, but he was a dancer, with a gorgeous body and most of all...she wanted to know his secrets. Her clothes fell rapidly to the floor and she suddenly felt very vulnerable... |
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Why is it that so many girls want to know every secret in a mans life? The sign, 'Do not enter' had been placed there to trap the curious heart. 'u wouldn't want to know girl.'
'I asked didn't I? What's behind the door?' she snuggled into his chest and playfully nibbled at his muscles. He stroked her hair and fell silent. He knew that he had got her, like so many others.
'If u want to go behind the door there are conditions, but u won't want to look, u are so young...'
'Tell me what conditions?' she was very pleased with herself for already having found out one of his secrets. Maybe she could sell it to the press! 'My silence? No probs, what else?' |
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His arm felt good around her waist and she appreciated the way he publicly smacked her as they walked the route. By the time they arrived at the front door she was wet between the legs. He could have said anything to her as they opened the door and they would have ended up in bed.
'Girl, when u cross over this threshold u are Mine. Don't it your foot inside the door unless u are willing to do whatever I say. Are u cool with that?' she looked at Him as if she had just entered a Marvel film. 'Are u happy to please Me?'
'Yes, sure, just sounded a bit odd the other way.'
His flat was black and white, like a scene from Sin City. In the corner was a sign which said 'Keep Out!' To such an inquisitive soul she had to ask what was behind the door... |
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He looked straight into her open eyes, as if to find her, and when he saw what he wanted, he grabbed her by the wrist and pushed through the remaining crowd. She didn't struggle, but she was a bit surprised to find herself bundled so uncerimoniously into the street in this way. When they were clear of the crowd he stopped in the middle of the night time road, took her by the arms and asked her, 'Do you want to come with me now? I need a girl tonight. I have a flat nearby. I will tell you how to please me. So do you want to come back?'
Hardly a chat up line, but she liked his direct manner and as she was supposed to be staying in London overnight, it was fine! She snuggled into his arm as they strode off together. She felt like the dream had come true... |
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Have u ever been at an event with a celebrity and your eyes meet? There's any uncanny knowing that goes on between the two of you across an unbridgeable chasm. That's how it felt for Belle as she saw him coming through the crowd towards her. It was as though the only purpose in his every stride was to reach her. She watched as he dealt tactfully with autograph hunters and grannies who wanted to add him to their wall collections. Finally, as the last blue rinse disappeared he reached her... |
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Under the Mask
The light from the gantry fell upon the stage. It changed and swayed almost as much as the clutch of performers upon the flooring. Their bodies contorted, a mass of sweaty muscles colliding and resonating with the educated audience. Belle watched agog. It was her first time to London and her mind had been opened by her magical surrounds. she was entranced by the lead dancer. He seemed so powerful as he leapt into the air, panther-like, holding the girls aloft. She longed for a suitor to do the same for her...as all young girls do.
After a standing ovation which lasted until her hands ached with pain, the Royal Opera crowd fled into the winter darkness of Covent Garden. It was a bitter night, but after the claustrophobic closeness of the venue, she welcomed its releasing wind. She had been told that the back stage door was the place to go to meet the performers, so she quickly raced to the area. There were already a group of older people fawning over the celebrities. She had hoped to see huge lead male. Of course, she would be the last in the line. The noisy group became louder ahead of her as his face came into view.... |
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Dedicated to an American girl...may she find the One she seeks x |
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Then His fingers began to talk. He parted her thighs and dipped His fingers between her moist labia. After lightly rubbing her, He tasted her. 'ALKALI, THE START OF YOUR CYCLE - LOVELY.' she smiled at His conversation. He always wanted to know everything about her, even her monthly rhythms. He seemed more in touch with her now, as though wisdom had matured the young lover into a Johnny Depp.
His fingers continued to rub her lips and clit. her ass ached, her body was rising to His touches and she felt at one with Him once more... |
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'I'VE MISSED u dala,' He spoke, with both mouth and eyes. 'I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT u EVERY DAY. I WAKE WITH u, SPEND EACH DAY WONDERING HOW u WOULD FEEL...AND NOW HERE u ARE IN MY BED ONCE MORE, LIKE A DREAM.' She didn't dare interrupt in case the spell was broken and the magic was shattered. Eventually though she had to ask, 'What about the boys Sir?' she knew the answer would be acceptable.
'THEY ARE FINE girl, I'VE BROUGHT THEM TO ONE OF THE HOUSES. u MAY SEE THEM LATER.' she knew He would think of everything... |
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The moment of stillness is like a meditation. Gone is the mediocrity, the busyness of the day. It is that fraction of time when, like a diver on the top board, one allows oneself the privilege of reflection. dala breathed in the pause. she felt His thigh muscles tense and the sway of her form as His arm moved from her ass into the air.
she wanted the music to start and the film credits to end. she had His focus and attention solely to herself. As His hand burned upon her skin she relished the agony screaming inside her. Quickly the welts formed, making her skin reach upwards to thank Him too. Again and again He struck, trying to elicit a response, but although the pain seared through her brain, she gave the response of obedience - her greatest gift. When He rolled her over and held His hand behind her head, He saw the tear tracks across her cheeks, and the pools upon His sheets... |
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The violence of His grasp unnerved her but she enjoyed the pain. His fingers dug in deeply and she was hauled onto the bedcover. His arms pulled her into the centre of the bed, laughing at the way she fell upon her front. He pinned her down with His weight and looked at her ass. 'I'VE WAITED TO HAVE u ALL ALONE girl, MY PRETTY girl...MY PRETTY dala.' There was no reply. she lay silently longing for His next touch...hoping and praying for her ass to be His... |
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In amongst the soft cotton sheets she could see Him asleep. He looked lovely, as though she had travelled back in time to those teenage days. At that time she would often wake before Him and look at His eyes, His dimples and that lovely mole just beneath His left eye. Even Dominants betray their fragility and vulnerability as they snore! she studied His left hand resting next to His face - no longer the gentle boy, His hands looked as if He'd been spanking sandpaper for years. she was impressed that He had managed to stop biting His nails. In fact, as she drew closer, she could see that they were carefully filed. Suddenly His hand flew out towards her, grabbing her by the left tit... |
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In amongst the soft cotton sheets she could see Him asleep. He looked lovely, as though she had travelled back in time to those teenage days. At that time she would often wake before Him and look at His eyes, His dimples and that lovely mole just beneath His left eye. Even Dominants betray their fragility and vulnerability as they snore! she studied His left hand resting next to His face - no longer the gentle boy, His hands looked as if He'd been spanking sandpaper for years. she was impressed that He had managed to stop biting His nails. In fact, as she drew closer, she could see that they were carefully filed. Suddenly His hand flew out towards her, grabbing her by the left tit... |
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The handwriting was lovely and elegant, written in gold against a black paper background. It read simply, 'Come'. her heart lifted. Checking to see that she hadn't woken anyone, she tiptoed to the side door and passed through as quietly as a mouse, before beginning to run towards His chamber.
After the nightmare of denial, even a cuddle or kiss would make her sleep peacefully, although she was sure that sleep wasn't on His mind! Arriving at His door she knocked quietly and heard His 'Come in' through the thick stained panelling. she wondered what He might do to her again - perhaps bondage in the air. Maybe another beating? she was happy with any of His decisions. They were all His to make. It made her content to know that the weight rested firmly upon His shoulders. As she pushed the door open, dala was surprised by what she saw... |
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Dreams are often strange, disconnected ideas, a mish-mash of the memories and hopes in one unedited reel. dala was walking down the street in her nightie, it felt odd to be wearing clothes again. her body felt alive and well but along the path she walked we're floating cocks, disconnected and hard. her hands had to rub them to get past, making them ejaculate all over her attire. Dripping wet she saw Him beyond the line of genitals, and watched as He turned and faded into the future.
she woke with a start, surprising bluebelle who told her to go back to sleep. It was no use, she was wide awake. she pottered over to the kitchen area to make herself a coffee. Slowly yawning, she noticed a small note addressed to her by the kettle. she opened it up. It was an invitation... |
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The mirror told no lies. It was a semi-circular plane surrounded by lights - an actors make-up base. Why, when they wore no decoration? bluebelle ran in to the bathroom, her eyes glistening with tears. 'Look in the diary. i'm so excited.'
dala tried to be enthusiastic but all it said was 'golf'. 'Dont u get it dala? 18 holes! It's an orgy tonight... |
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dala sat in front of their bathroom mirror, wondering how she was going to cope without mascara and foundation. It was, perhaps, more of a challenge than nudity. Clothes covered the wrinkles, creases and occasional excesses. Make up protected her feelings from being seen. He knew that, she was sure. He liked to see how far she could be pushed in order to unmask her heart, even at 19 when she was still a fledgling. Now she didn't mind. After all, if ones cunt is on show, why not ones heart? |
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Now that her first session was over it allowed her to see bluebelle as she really was. In a variety of places on her skin were marks tattoed, shaped like pieces of a jigsaw. bluebelle caught her eyes staring and touched the one next to her left areola. 'This one was for our second anniversary. It was our first puzzle piece. It was His idea. He said that girls are a puzzle waiting to be put back together by a Dominant, not by themselves. i agree of course, but i'm not sure the rest of the world would. He's so lovely.'
'How did u meet Him?'
'Online, like u the second time. i just knew that He was the One. Took Me years of waiting patiently, looking after My kids until they were independent enough. He's perfect.'
'don't u mind being here and sharing Him with Me?'
'Mind? i share Him everyday with colleagues and relatives. No, i only mind if He is sad...then i can cheer Him up!'
dala looked at her through loving eyes. True devotion. There was nothing she could do but match it. After all, they both had a prize worth everything... |
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Twelve hours later she woke up on her mat by the fireside, with bluebelle curled up behind her, stroking her hair and singing a sonnet in her ear.
'beauty, My beauty, when I first beheld
your silken tresses I knew we would meld
I with My strong arm, u on your knees
Yield to Me beauty, I allow u to please.'
'Did u know that was the first song He sang to me after we made love. i loved it then, but now, it means more now.' bluebelle had a cloth and bowl by her side, and began to wash the blood from her cuts. dala didn't wince once - after all she had been through it felt quite soothing. 'Did someone tend to your cuts? When u were being trained was there a 'bluebelle' by your side?'
'No but I had Him to hold all the time. Now He is so busy, now... we have each other, until He wants us again.' she looked into dala's eyes. 'we will be friends, won't we?'
'Of course, u dont need to ask.' dala wondered what she had done to give rise to the comment? The fire was comforting and she was starting to get used to her new poverty clothes. If everyone was nude it might stop obesity... |
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His cock always used to swell, just before ejaculation. He always went quiet during sex, which she liked - it meant she could sense Him more without the distractions of having to search her interior world. His little jerks increased and the top of His cock began to swell over her lips. she wondered what He might taste like now He was older.
she had always enjoyed oral sex. It meant she didn't have to pretend to moan in her vanilla years, and she could look at the one she aroused. Formerly she had felt in control, but here it was the opposite - being a sexual sacrifice. His grip on her hair hurt now, the thrusts varied as He sychronised her body to the sensitivity of His shaft. Finally it arrived - her mouth tasted His sweet juices on every side. Pineapple. He'd done it as a reminder of their first time together... |
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For some girls their hair is the early warning sign to a Dom - some find it difficult to allow others to pass a comb through it in case a hair might snag and make them sob - they might as well write 'Do not spank' across their forehead. dala loved to be guided by a mans firm grip on her hair. It had the same effect as forcing it into a ballet bun...she was changed inside.
He used her on His cock. There was no discussion, no 'Are u alright with this honey?' He knew what He wanted and this hole of hers was a willing vessel to deploy. she felt His ever shudder as the shaft pushed in deep into the back of her mouth. her tongue caught the ripples of His skin and she enjoyed the length filling her completely. If only it could be forever. she wanted to hang here and let Him use her over and over again. He had forced her across a bridge from an idea to the reality of dependency and desire... |
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her eyes caught glimpses of that once familiar cock, now she was used to the light. In fact, although it was nearly pitch black, her mouth knew when to open - it was as though a magnetic relationship existed between the two parts. her lips gently stroked the tip of His cock, feeling its first signs of pre-cum, breathing in His sex scent. He was a clean man, unlike others she'd known, and her senses were aroused by His body. she enjoyed that first lick beneath His foreskin, the undulations of His shaft and the way the love glue stuck to the edges of her mouth. Suddenly He grabbed her hair... |
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Perhaps there is no sound quite so electric and yet so brief in the ears of a slave than when her Owner decides He is sufficiently aroused to undo the zipper and pull out His cock. The teasing and training has finished and soon all three of her holes will be used for what they were designed for - massage parlours, cock therapy centres. Although her skin ached, within her were places sensitively awaiting His push... |
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her body felt vulnerable once more, but there was no strength left for her to resist. As the willow cut through the air, vibrating the quietness, her skin hurt once more. He struck everywhere, but especially her tits and cunt. Screams tried to come out, but although her mouth opened to release the pain, none came out. she felt that beyondness creeping through her flesh...was this how the tortured felt? His caning was relentless. Time blurred and she wasn't sure if it was minutes or hours before suddenly, following the cane striking her clit, the surge came once more. This time her love song came out - the beautiful cry He had known as a teenager once more in His ears. He touched her lovingly, caressed her face close to His chest and welcomed her kisses and dribbles.
The next sound was like music to her ears- the zipper of His trousers coming undone... |
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When the shaking subsided she hung like a limp hand, her limbs in all sorts of contortions. 'Thank You Sir that was truly wonderful.' He wasn't listening to her...now that she had rested He had picked up His favourite cane... |
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His hands began to practise using each whip. They were many headed and she knew they were designed to do more than sting. As the first bit into her skin she took the pain into her throat, knowing that this was punishment deserved for all she had done to Him. she welcomed it. He had no idea that for two years after the end of her first marriage all she had done was seek Him out. The whip was sharp and bit into her thighs first. There was nothing she wouldn't endure for Him, to win Him back though.
her mouth screamed as the first tongue bruised her labia. He waited until she came to rest, as though wanting to paint a picture across her skin and needing the canvas in its place. she wept as her cunt was beaten until there was no sensation there - just the constant ring of pain, even between blows. her body was a living temple of torment, laid down as a sacrifice. His arms grew more furious by the minute and she sensed He was about to finish. It was just how it should be. Even if she had to die, her body must suffer what His heart had to go through. It was necessary justice.
And then it happened. Like a small door opening up from deep within, the tears and pain became like a warmth. Just as when numb fingers are placed in snow and cross a barrier, her body moved into a place of satisfaction. she had never been here before. 'Thank You Sir...i love You.' His whips moved onto her breasts and soon she sensed something even stranger and unfamiliar, her body began to climax. The swollen organs responded as much to the torture as to the caresses. With a loud cry she shook from head to toe for more than five minutes... |
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His words were like balm and ice at the same time. 'HOW LONG UNTIL u LEAVE ME THIS TIME dala?' his fingers bound her wrists with rope until it cut into her skin.
'I'm sorry Sir for the first time i left u. i was a foolish girl with dreams in my head. This time i will serve u forever, if You can find it in Your heart to forgive me. i want u to own me and do as u wish with me.'
'Oh I shall girl this time, and see if your many words can be matched by your actions.' his rope went round her ankles next and as she waited for Him to complete her binding she could hear from somewhere the sound of a chain. The attachments went limp and a light appeared inches from her eyes. Within a moment she was being hoisted into the air on the chain, swinging with her legs separated and each hole available for His use. his hands steadied her, and as her eyes became accustomed to the darkness she realised He carried two whips... |
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A tap on her shoulder made her nearly die of fright! He was stood behind them, smiling with the same look He had all those many years ago when they had first loved. 'ARE u READY THIS TIME dala?'
'yes Sir, i am.' there was no hesitancy or false humility in her words. she knew that this was the man she longed for with the whole of her being, and the size of His house may have had an element to do with her choice!
He pushed open the panelled doors revealing a candle lit view, just one candle illuminated the vast space, it's light uncovering the furthest reaches of the walls. There were shadows, questions in her mind, but no crowd in attendance. she followed Him to the centre of the room and knelt at His request. He snuffed out the candle with Hos fingers and poured the hot wax over her taut nipples in the darkness. The pain was beautiful. They wore night's blindfold together in an unequal union. Then He spoke... |
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dala heard the bell first. she imagined walking in to the chamber to be faced with a crowd of friends baying for her obedience before their eyes. she thought that the approaching steps would pull the door open and begin her public humiliation which she required for her healing. she must decrease, He must increase. There was a pause as the footsteps ceased... |
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Every hurt she had left Him with, the wounds of His heart, the violence of her lies, the isolation she put Him through for over 15 years would be put right in her change of heart. she contemplated bluebelle's wounds and longed for her own blood to flow. she would have to commit herself to utter obedience, no matter what if she was to bring His soul back to life. The door opened and her companion's tearful face popped round, 'He is ready for u girl.'
'Why are u crying?'
bluebelle turned away and rubbed her face with the back of her hand, not wanting to have to talk. 'We mustn't keep Him waiting dala.' she grabbed her arm and pulled her close. We will be the best of friends, won't we?' dala smiled into her eyes and kissed her cheek.
'Always.' The two naked girls walked until they stood outside the door - this time she noticed that a new name had been added - her own was freshly carved into one of the panels... |
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she knew that if she was to be His slave, which they both desired, it would require her to take a greater leap of trust than she had ever made before. Over the last few weeks, as they chatted online, she had realised that there was a special connection between them both, and this explained why He seemed to know her so well! As a slave she could put things right and make the penitential journey that her heart required... |
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As she waited for bluebelle's return her mind retraced those first final days together. He had wanted her to be His girl, to wear His ring, to mother His children. He had begged her to reconsider, even stood outside her home for over a month until, in desperation, she fled the state. It had been too much for her at the age of 19, and then she made the error of two marriages on the rebound - hoping that they might be the One...but never finding Him in either of the men.
And now here He was again. The man she had rejected, left brokenhearted as all her romantic friends reminded her, was back wanting her heart. His final message to her had hurt her more than anything else...'I may marry another, but I promise u this - if u ever return, my heart will always be your home.' And now here was, living up to His promise. she smiled at all those lovely innocent days of their youth, and realised that this was her moment, her chance to put things right... |
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He kissed dala goodnight on her hair and sent them both away. bluebelle knew what she had to do, and even though her companion insisted that she cleanse her wounds first, she focused upon her task. Each position was carefully modelled and explained. dala listen attentively, even though she found it hard to watch the blood drip between bluebelle's thighs and onto the laminate flooring. Eventually, after she had memorised all that she needed to know, dala managed to persuade her trainer to tend to her wounds. They sat side by side in the shower, bluebelle wincing at the soap going into each cut. 'i welcome my wounds dala, they signify the love and care He puts into my training. So many wives talk about feeling as though they have lost the love of their husbands, but i have it continually and it never fails to surprise me. He never gives up on me, and all He expects is for my obedience. Simple really! I'll go and tell Him that u are ready.' With that she wandered off and dala wondered what must her first love have gone through in order to want her back after all she did to Him when they were younger... |
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'FIRST POSITION girl'. He waited for her obedient response but she didn't know what He meant. Before she could hazard a guess He swivelled towards bluebelle. 'I TOLD u TO PREPARE her FOR ME. THIS IS AN UNFINISHED SHODDY PIECE OF WORK girl!' bluebelle began to cry. dala thought at first it was from fear of the consequences, but it was clear that there was no worry upon her brow...she was heart broken. These were tears from love. ?
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bluebelle knew what she must do to make restitution. Without hesitation she assumed doggy before her Master and awaited his punishment. He selected the silver studded belt, smelt it close to His skin and began to strike her perfect white body. A mantra began from bluebelle's quivering lips: 'You are my everything, the beat of my heart, the breath between my lips. You are my first and last thought every day. You are the reason i am beautiful. You sustain me, make me whole and fill my heart. Forgive my imperfect love Master' ?
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her beautiful body bled from the beating, and dala noticed that cum dropped between her legs. Such was her love that even the discipline He gave her was His touch, His care.... |
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This felt so different to that very first night. On that occasion they had both been equals in the frenzy of adolescent love. Now He was a different beast entirely. Whilst she had gone on to a humble office job, at managerial status to her credit, He had played the financial money markets...and won.
she adored Him then, she worshipped Him now... |
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This felt so different to that very first night. On that occasion they had both been equals in the frenzy of adolescent love. Now He was a different beast entirely. Whilst she had gone on to a humble office job, at managerial status to her credit, He had played the financial money markets...and won.
she adored Him then, she worshipped Him now... |
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she watched as He clicked His fingers. The door swung open and bluebelle arrived wearing a studded belt and various leather attachments. In her hands were several wooden items, one of which reminded her of a well used school cane. He spent a few minutes choosing, which dala appreciated, giving her time to admire His suit, tie and jewellery. There were two gold rings on His left hand ring finger...interesting. He was slightly unshaven and exuded a scent that she remembered from her youth. It was the first aftershave she ever noticed...after all these years He wore the same as the night He had once deflowered her... |
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Even as she stood with her mind racing at who sat upon the chair, she suddenly felt bluebelle press in tightly behind her, and tie a ball gag around her head. Other hands began to attach various belts around her limbs, to sculpt her visually for Him. her hair was raised into a high pony, her toenails painted afresh, and several words were painted upon her back - no doubt for His pleasure when He used her in doggy. she felt like a car in a formula 1 pit being rapidly changed on camera. When all the make up and perfumes were complete everyone fled. Even bluebelle left, kissing her softly on the cheeks and closing the oak doors.
'ON YOUR KNEES LITTLE ONE,' He spoke and there was nothing she could do but comply. This was what she wanted from within her, and yet there were nagging thoughts remaining. He circled her form, she listened to His steps and felt His admiration. she spent hours each week, managing her weight in the gym and His eyes justified it all. Then His fingers touched her and the same electricity flowed. she was immediately wet and longed to be used... |
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Pure light filled the enormous chamber as dala walked in, her mouth gaping slightly at the vast space in one room. bluebelle steered her arm in the direction of a leather chair. Through her narrow eyes she could make out the form of a man. It was Him. Like a teenager before a popstar she suddenly forgot all that she had in her mind to say. In true puppy dog style, she followed her companion and stood in front of Him, mouth gaping at who it was before her... |
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The walk to His room took them through winding corridors, past numerous empty rooms. dala tried to imagine what might have happened in each, but all she could think of was His shoes and the sound of His voice. Being obsessed with a man's figure was never her thing. she preferred to know His heart. It was never her wish to 'own' a Master with rules and stipulations about monogamy. It demeaned a man in her eyes to allow a girl such control. Instead she loved to receive the attention of a Dom who gave it freely. That, for her, was the measure of true love.
They came to a large oak door with inscriptions carved into it. The closer she drew the more she began to make out what they were - given names to each of the girls He had no doubt trained over the years, like a posh version of Tracey Emin. The doors creaked as they slowly opened... |
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The door was fully open and above it was a flashing green light. bluebelle's eyes lit up immediately. 'He's calling for us. His guests have gone. Make sure u look Him in the eyes with love when invited to dala. Now, we must wash the smell of ash from our hair quickly!' They ran like excited school girls to their shower area, washed each other's bodies in a flurry of conversations about what He might do.
'The first time i had the privilege to serve He had prepared the meal table for two. In the middle of the room were five beautiful girls who served us throughout with everything He desired. i don't remember a thing other than His look. I was on His mind amongst all the beauty that surrounded Him. Never once did He ogle the others. He knew my heart. It has been that way ever since.'
dala washed the last bit of shampoo from her hair - what would she find in His eyes, she mused... |
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'Why does He allow others to take full advantage of our bodies bluebelle? Are they slave owners themselves?'
bluebelle stroked her face softly, looked at the sky and replied quietly, 'The last choice i made in my life before slavery was to find a man who knew exactly who He was as a Dominant. i made the right choice. He is purely a Master. And all that He does makes me purely a slave. Some days we spend all day together at His request, other days i am at the beck and call of those who visit. Did u know that when someone visits an Eskimo everything is made available for the guest - even the wife? We are part of His heart and i would have it no other way.'
dala lay back and wondered when she might have the luxury of a day with Him, the know Him in that same intimate way that her heart desired. 'When will He see me?' the answer came quicker than she imagined as the door slowly opened... |
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dala felt the sunlight upon her skin . Opening her eyes she stared at clouds passing overhead. she felt entirely at peace with the world and herself. Beside her lay the empty mat where bluebelle had been, and the only sound was the crackling of still smouldering embers. A door nearby opened and bluebelle walked in, smiling, carrying a tray replete with healthy food and drink. They ate quietly together, enjoying the calm, both knowing that the stillness would soon be broken... |
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The room was lit by subdued lighting from the floor and ceiling which followed them as they walked across the flooring. At the far end of the room were two rough mats with pillow-like rolls. she took her lead from bluebelle, who scooped it up and lay close to the crackling fire after depositing new logs in the hearth. As she gazed at her lovely back and watched her assume the protective foetal position, questions floated into her mind. 'why did u want to come here and be a slave?'
'I came here after years of searching for the One. i had hundreds of meetings with many men who imagined that they wanted a slave. Most were no different to the vanilla men i had married in the past. When i met Master i knew that He would make me who i am, and dala, if u allow Him, who u will become.'
dala turned over and fell asleep, considering all these things in her dreams... |
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she shook her head to clear her mind. As she stroked the throbbing marks up and down her legs the door swung open. bluebelle walked and sat by her side. she placed her arms around her shoulders and it felt good, comforting after the brutality.
'u have begun your journey girl, it will be long and arduous and your mind will try to convince u otherwise but don't give up.' she stroked her hair softly, knowing that words would eventually come as they had for her a year previous. 'Come with me, we have a space to rest until they need us again.' They wandered towards a room with a lit fire place... |
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Her mind began to open a door that she was unable to close. she was an animal, a slobbering dirty beast that deserved such treatment. No! she was dala, she deserved to be loved and respected. SAYS WHO? SAYS THE MEN AND WOMEN WHO TREATED u LIKE DIRT? They did it because she was foolish enough to put herself in such a predicament - she was to blame for being deceived by the glitz and glamour - still led astray like a naive teenager lured by more. DON'T DESPISE TEENS, AT LEAST THEY RUN AWAY. u ARE A BEAST OF THE FIELDS, LOWER THAN A WHORE, THE OTHERS SHOWED u NO COMPASSION FOR THEY SAW u AS u ARE, JUST ACCEPT IT...
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They lowered her onto the floor after an hour, untied her and laughed as they left the room talking about how she dribbled like a baby. she was well beyond her comfort boundaries now. her body shook, not from the effects of tight suspension, nor due to the cold of the night air - her shivers were emotional. she had crossed a line and her mind refused to accept it... |
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All she wanted was to be His girl. (THE FIRST PUSHED INTO HER ANUS, NO LUBE JUST A THRUST INTO AN UNPREPARED HOLE. SHE FELT ASHAMED.) Was He simply going to let others play with her? Was that His game? (THE SECOND SMACKED HER ASS SO HARD THAT WHEN HE PUSHED INTO HER CUNT SHE WAS UNAWARE OF HIS MOVEMENTS INSIDE, SUCH WAS THE PAIN.) she had never really allowed herself to be in this position before. Yes, men had restrained and used her, but always with the sense of intimacy between them. (THE THIRD HAD HER TITS IN dala's FACE, MAKING HER SUCK HARD TO AVOID A FACIAL SLAPPING.)Here she was in a room of strangers, unable to resist and she had nothing tangible to hold on to - not even a name... |
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Her body was no longer her own. Using ropes, her arms and legs were pulled in opposite directions. Breathing was difficult due to the extent to which she was being stretched. Trying to struggle for release was futile. The hands stepped away from her body for a while, whispering took over. Their voices were inaudible above the noise rushing through her head - 'What have i done?'
Suddenly their hands grabbed her form and hoisted her up. Tiny ropes were attached to the loops that bound her limbs and she felt slightly sick at the sight of the floor beneath, not being one for heights. Her holes were fully exposed and ready for use. In the background she heard a coin landing on the floor...they were tossing a coin to see who would get first go... |
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Is this the lot of a slave, to be a pawn at the hands of unseen users who view her as a body rather than a soul? Try as hard as she might their faces remained out of view for she was being held face down. Naked and unable to resist she wanted to call for help, but that would simply amuse them, possibly even drive them to see if she could be made to call out more. her crying and weeping would have to be done behind her red eyes... |
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As she peered through the door her long hair was grabbed. she screamed in shock as much as in pain, as her head felt like it might yank off her shoulders. There was no use resisting, as hands grabbed her by the arms and thighs. They were a mixture of strong and delicate grips that pawed at her body. They spoke of things to do with her body which carried her well beyond her comfort zone...but there were no safe words here. she might as well beg for mercy in Hell... |
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As bluebelle switched off the taps and mopped the floor dala searched around the room for a towel. 'u won't find one girl. Master likes us to drip dry.' great, dala thought - clean but full of pneumonia. she watched the slave clean the floor with such care and attention. No hint of coersion there, it was adoration that moved her arms.
'How long have u been here bluebelle?'
'Not long enough. I try my best to please Him but no matter what I do I know it's never enough. I just want a perfect week, doing everything that He wants and then I know I will have pleased Him as I ought.' dala stared at her collar. It looked old and well used. How she wanted her own collar, to bear not a ring of partial ownership, but to be completely owned for all to see no matter where she went.
As dala looked up she noticed bluebelle staring at the floor, but before she could ask why their eyes met. 'u will find the next part of your preparation very hard. I nearly gave up and left Him but such was My desire that I knew I had to go through with it. I hope u can too.' dala went to ask why but the quiet look in Bluebelle's eyes had been replaced with fire. 'the door is over there girl. I hope that u can make it. The words which helped Me were 'I must die if I am to be born again'. I hope they help u.' her fingers pointed to a door slightly ajar. dala wondered what on earth she was letting herself in for...but she knew that it was the only way... |
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'BLUEBELLE, GIVE HER THE FULL INTRODUCTION.'
dala watched as His shoes began to stride away, wondering when His fingers might stroke her form once more. Bluebelle's palms touched her cheeks and she realised she was burning. 'Come with me dala. I will prepare u.' and that's what she did. This normally feisty girl allowed a naked slave to introduce her to the way of full submission, starting with her clothes. The humiliation she felt as all her cosy protective layer was cut away made her oscillate between anger and resignation. There was nothing she could do to protest though. It was though the single touch had tamed her spirit and was now driving her towards a destiny that she had never dreamt of. As bluebelle scrubbed her skin clean whilst her hands pushed against the shower door, she wondered when she might wake up. The thrust of the brush against her labia certainly brought her back to reality... |
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she stared at His shoes as they rested inches from her knees - pure leather, beautifully polished, no doubt by one nubile or another. What a life! To be surrounded by a replica Egyptian Empire with as many willing slaves as the millions might pay for. she was beginning to become annoyed by the pomposity of the situation when her hair was touched by His hand and a shiver ran down her spine. Very few people ever had that effect upon her. her mouth began to open, but the only sounds were of sobs as tears poured from her eyes. she had lost control in His presence, surely failed in His eyes, and would be sent away. her body shook and her mind chased random threads. Then He spoke... |
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dala looked at the beauty of the girl who knelt by her side. her hair looked like a L'Oriel advert, rippling across her skin. she had a perfect body - skinny in all the right places, and were those breasts enhanced or real? her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Out of a desire to please, which began to overwhelm her once more dala got down upon her knees too and stared at the floor, hardly daring to glance upwards... |
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she gazed at the garage contents in wonder. A red Lamborghini parked next to a silver Austin Martin just like in the movies. There was a speedboat, a Harley Davidson and a private helicopter. Was this real or the set for Iron Man? Had she been fooled by Tony Stark? her mouth lay open as a pretty girl in nothing but a collar and heels opened the door of the car. Why did He want her when she already looked like a million dollars. As if reading her mind the naked slave sat beside her, draped her arm around hers and whispered comfortingly - 'He wants u now. u are just what He wants - just u'. With that she led her onto the garage floor, before kneeling before a hole in the floor... |
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Climbing into the black Mercedes, she snagged her hastily put on tights. The chauffeur noticed and before she could get upset had pressed a dashboard switch. A tray appeared next to her at shoulder level containing an assortment of the finest underwear. she looked at the driving mirror and given a nod. Removing her tights was easy - putting on a bra and knickers without Mr Uniform or the outside world seeing was trickier!
'Any other buttons you can press up there?' she asked hesitantly.
'What would you like? Heels? Handbags? Toys?' came the 'matter of fact reply'.
The tray of heels was unbelievable - it looked like the treasure of Imelda Marcos. she chose a five inch heel - to make her totter and not teeter. The handbags were things she'd previously only seen carried by Posh and Keira Knightley. Her juices were beginning to wet her knickers. she wondered whether to quickly change but as they turned into the car owners garage she realised it was now too late... |
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There are times in our life when the normal rules of how long minutes and seconds last don't apply. There are also occasions when we are aware of just how alive we are. When these occur together it is as though an orgasm is exploding through our body in slow motion - our senses are heightened.
As dala opened the door she expected to find a balding rotund guy ready to squeeze her tits hard. Instead she was met by a tall man in a uniform. He handed her a piece of paper which she tentatively opened, wondering why He didnt just say it out loud. The handwriting was lovely, as was the spelling, two of her minor obsessions. Was that what He wanted her to see? COME WITH MY CHAUFFEUR dala'. she tried not to laugh, but inside she felt like a teenager all over again... |
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A simple phrase greeted her eyes which made it all worth it
GOOD GIRL - I KNEW U WOULD PLEASE ME
There was another email underneath so she clicked on that too
IF U WANT TO FLY INTO WONDERLAND OPEN THE DOOR
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An internal code is often difficult to follow. We set our own standards and despise others when they fall short, only to cringe when we fail to live up to them ourselves. To have something imposed externally is a comfort. If we cross a certain line we know that our punishment will eventually come. As dala lay upon the floor rubbing her clit she knew that here was her answer - simple directives with clear rewards. her thighs ached with delight as the pleasure she gained from the rub pulsed through her body. Only one man knew that this was happening. Her friends and family would never think of her in this way, and she was glad to have a secret confessional.
Her hand loved the position she was in. Usually the warmth of the bed and it's contact with her whole body made her imagine that the man was all around her. she shut her eyes and saw at once His form looming above hers. His body was in a darkness of unknowing which she respected, for she longed to be known by Him and praised. This simple act drew to its climax. her back arched as she sang the unique cry gifted to her. Grasping the final peg she deliberately pulled it slowly, welcoming its agony. her body quickly assumed a foetal position as between her legs the throbbing made her eyes water and flood. she staggered to the screen, hoping that above all else He would still be there...
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The joy came not from the pain. Some girls like nothing better than to be beaten, prodded and marked. The ecstasy came from a deeper need to please and prove she was the best slave she could be, amongst other personal reasons. We all have a hidden code -
a subconscious set of needs that both gratify us and make us feel as though we are giving back.
As she lay writhing upon the floor, in communion with the earth, her mind became aware that the computer was an extension of His voice, His body. she forced herself close to its furniture and pressed into its wooden legs, marking her shoulders. If He were here now, she imagined, what would be His focus, His gaze? Perhaps her buttocks or her slender back. Maybe His foot would rest upon her shoulder and detect her movements towards a climax. she knew where hers lay...in obedience to His every command, no matter what... |
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LAY ON YOUR FRONT NOW WITH YOUR NIPPLES AND CLIT PEGGED. AS U APPROACH YOUR CLIMAX PULL EACH ONE OFF IN TURN. Then type THANK U SIR
Something inside her knew that she needed to do this. Wandering to the kitchen she took three of the cleanest adjustable pegs and returned to the screen. Nothing new had been sent to distract her further. she lay upon the floor with each point pegged. The intensity of the rough floor pushing against her soft skin, coupled with the focus upon her areas of vulnerability began to do the trick. Her fingers pushed past her labia, gently touching the pain which engulfed her wet clit...His control had released part of her that had been locked up through numerous sexual encounters before and since her marriages. her nipples were sore, and her body began to move like a symphony - the sum of the combined touches. her fingers toyed with the peg which bit into her clit. The pain began to dawn upon her...drawing her thoughts towards His simple control. How did He know that she would enjoy this? How did He know that she would face down? The arch of her back was writhing now, pushing each peg into the undulations of the floor, hurting her each and every second. The desire to climax, a feeling so unfamiliar to her, began to grow. her yearning became moans she had not heard since her first sexual encounter at sixteen. Her breasts wanted, needed the pain. she forced herself forward and the pegs lost their grip, unleashing a thunderbolt of pain that flowed into her muscles and thrusting limbs - she could barely breathe... |
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her first mistake was simple - knocking over the coffee. This led to the second - slightly more serious, it went all over her nightie. The third mistake was to try to carry on without tidying it all up...as she was to discover.
The message was simple: YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
she stared at it for a long while. In her head the immediate instinct was to press delete and to go back to the TV, but that would be to admit being duped by a guy who had watched too much 'Lost'. No, why not run the risk?
Her fingers typed the words quickly, after all, why waste thought on a kook?
GO ON KOOKY, WHO AM I THEN?
The reply was instant, as though he knew what she would write... |
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It was nearly eight o'clock when she sat down at the computer. The boys were safely tucked into bed, kissed asleep with their heads full of stories. dala had changed into her nightwear, to relax, and just in case things got interesting.
The screen lit the room and fell upon her skin. Yes, she was slowly ageing, but she knew how much she longed to be held again, not by the needy hands of her lovely children, but by the grip of a man who loved her and wanted to be her Owner. she sat for over a minute savouring the delights of Columbian cocoa beans before she noticed there was a message.... |
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In the same way that drivers often tell their passengers that they have no recollection of their journey, a day can often pass us by without us truly experiencing it. It depends upon our focus. dala wanted to breathe every moment of the weekend, but all she could think of was how long it would be until 8pm! The face of the watch hardly rested as she tried to accomplish her domestic duties. Even the boys noticed. As much as they managed to get her to read a story or play with them, there was a distance as she turned over every possible contact she had made on the site. Yet no one seemed to be quite so interesting... |
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The message wasn't especially long or detailed. It lacked the 'in your faceness' of the wankers group - 'sennd me a pic of your cunt luv' or the lure of an experienced trainer outlining an extensive programme to take one into the coming decade. No, this was the art of a Dom who likes to hook in fishes fed up of the mundane.
she leant back on her chair and sucked her pen. Interesting. Both directive and brief. Has to be a man, she thought. Probably a lucky hit. And yet there in her mind the words lay. she clicked on His name to read His profile - nothing much there to bite into. The picture was absent. Damn.
The hours passed by quickly. she had plenty to do as usual. her boys gave her life meaning. These interactions were special, true. Most single parents have found the virtual world a God send to escape endless repeats of Friends. But a mystery...her own puzzle fascinated her curiosity... |
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It was later in the day when she thought to switch her computer on. Her drink occupied her fingers whilst she busied herself during set up. she could never understand why people felt the dAy was too short. she managed to pack it full of endless tasks which she prided herself on accomplishing.
Finally she got to her emails. A message from a few Doms, even a desperate sub hoping to convert her into a Domme, a Rick Astley advert a friend sent her for a joke...and a very unusual message...SEE YOU AT 8... |
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A dream is a place where the impossible becomes a reality, where heaven and hell often conjoined to take us on a dance through an emotional rollercoaster...but what happens when a fantasy which have focussed our entire soul upon appears before us?
It wasn't a particularly nice day she thought whilst gazing through the rain drenched windows. she lay upon her bed, parting her legs to enjoy the luxury of time alone. Rain or shine her magic button made the world glow. As she rubbed her mind conjured up all that she desired in a Dominant, and above all else - the connection... |
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Each day begins in the same way for most of the world. Children determine the rhythm of life, whether through trembly schedules or the sheer nature of their inner clock and emotional demands. Today, as dala woke to the rising sun piercing her bedroom window she sensed something was going to change. Is this an inbuilt precognition? Whatever the cause, her instinct would be entirely right... |
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Journey 3: dala
she was persistent. No doubt about it! After trying for two years to meet the man of her dreams to no avail! she remained optimistic - after all of these encounters she knew that it wasn't a dead end. she knew many who had persisted with their dream and eventually found their way. Looking at her face in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair she was content. Elizabeth took years to meet her Darcy in Pride and Prejudice - why should she be any different?
Her journey thus far had been long and arduous. Two had wooed her before, captured her heart with their declarations of love, only to be found to have feet of clay and drifted off with other women - so much for all her sincerity of keeping away from the myriad of predators who would have snapped her up manys a time. Had she wasted her years? Some of her friends told her to live life to the full whilst the candle still burnt, whilst others pulled her back to the place she had arrived at. It was neither though who had charted her course. dala was her own person. After years of struggling to become the woman she imagined herself to be, she had finally arrived at a junction, her junction. It wasn't their's in any way, shape or form.
Her hair was slightly tangled but the new brush managed to do the trick. she peered into her sons bedrooms before heading to her own. There were choices which she had made to get her to this place. Tomorrow was always the next doorway to the yearning of her submissive heart... |
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Charlie had to make a big decision. Would she reply again? she could picture herself on her knees in the room blindfolded before Him, learning the way of a submissive. 42 wasn't that wrinkly after all. she was about to reply when fear suddenly overwhelmed her. her tender heart could go no further tonight. she shutdown the computer and fled to her bedroom. This wasn't what she had imagined. The fairy tale wasn't quite right. She climbed into bed and pulled up her covers, cursing her look and foolishness.
But that night the seed which had been planted began to grow. Soon she would be ready... |
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she wrote her first tentative question: 'What would you do with me?' and stared at it for several seconds before pressing 'Send'. There were several minutes which passed before the reply came. she hurriedly opened it and read His first ideas - to train her to be the best she could be, to understand positions, how to give oral sex men will beg for and how to please your Dom. It read more like a list of articles in Vogue than a chat up, but at least He knew what He was doing... |
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Charlii began to get aroused by His emails. All the others stayed talking about 'Have u done anal sex yet,' but He was focusing upon her and her needs. she began to ponder her reply, still checking to see if anyone younger could convince her of His creative approach. Even the Dommes were boringly obvious. He seemed to know what she was thinking, but what could she write back?... |
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Hs first message was simple - He worked near her home and could easily train her once a week in a local hotel. Her excitement rose until she saw His age - 42! her Dads age. But..there was something about Him, His confidence and experience that began to make her damp... |
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He wasn't just talking about where He might stick His cock. He was willing to train her with all of His experience to be the best good girl she could be. His artistic antenna went up as soon as He saw the t-shirt she had designed - original art. she was creative and wanted something more than her friends talked about. . |
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Journey two: charlii
As she tapped away on the keyboard her heart was filled with both excitement and fear. People were interested in her. Not just one or two but hundreds of guys were emailing her. Most of the emails were a waste of time - one liners from guys who wanted a quick fuck from a new girl. But then He came along... |
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He enjoyed the combination of the physical arousal alongside her confession. It was a sacred moment between them. The more He used her, the more she shared of her secret guilt which she had carried within her soul, which had driven her most of her adult life. His orgasm was quite unique, she had opened a doorway into His Dominant heart, one no other had found.
They lay side by side panting after the experience. As He untied her bruised wrists He ordered her to wank for Him. she lay on her back, spread her legs and rubbed, knowing that He was watching her, seeing what very few others had yet to know. He had climbed inside her heart and freed her soul in an opposite way to the guilt which had bound it. 'Thank You Master,' she whispered as He told her to dress. 'You own Me, My body and soul.' Do with Me as u see fit.... |
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As she lay collapsed upon the floor, breathing hard and feeling the rush of release flood her body she became aware of the push of His cock deep inside. 'Get up kitty,' He instructed. she tried to push herself up but her energy had all been sapped by the climax. 'I can't Sir,' she mumbled before the crack of His hand fell upon her skin. Once, twice...and on the third time she got up. 'Sorry Sir.'
He clutched her hair and pulled her back upon His cock. His thighs struck her cheeks repeatedly until they went a gentle red. 'Tell Me about the third card kitten,' He said as He yanked her head up. she began to share, more hesitantly than before. 'This is something I've never told anyone before Sir... |
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There are some moments in life that hang and linger like a feather slowly descending in the air. This was not one of them! As she summoned up the strength to resist her climax, rather like a child is forced to hold their pee on the motorway until the next stop, time raced by, making every second an eternity. she knew His cock hovered next to her ink lips, she knew that He longed to push in without any gradual preparation such as a husband might offer a wife...she just didn't know when and it tormented her.
Then it happened. The first sign was the feeling of being stretched wider than before, the second was the nuzzling of the cock until it peered inside and checked that the coast was clear, and the final sensation came through her ears - 'Now kitty!' as He pushed into her cunt with His cock and her anus with His thumb. she shook and shuddered with the release, falling upon her breasts calling out, 'Thank You...thank You Sir... |
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'u may climax kitty when u feel My cock inside your cunt, so stop asking.'
'Yes Sir.' she could barely express the words. Every compulsion within her was to climax and yet a greater urge was to please Him. These two competing natural urges met between her legs.
she felt Him on her buttocks forcefully pull her cheeks apart. He could see right inside her. Such a turn on. His cock was hard, almost touching her labia. she felt it brush her skin as He drew her closer. she wanted to scream for Him to push and end her torment, but she knew it would merely make Him withdraw. And so she waited, her cheeks spread wide in the clutches of His hands... |
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For many girls the idea of being photographed is a difficult thing to accept. To be objectified based upon the shape of ones body is an offense to many. Kitty could see the beauty in it. She longed to please someone who understood her needs so well . she had drifted through her life and accepted the constraints of marriage. Here however she was free to make her own choices once more and to be desired, a feeling she had almost forgotten.
When the shutter finally stopped she waited for His touch. It came gently at first. He placed His Index finger right upon her clit and using the juice lightly massaged her. She begged Him to allow her to climax but each time He told her to wait for His permission. she breathed hard and tried to forget the ache between her legs and knew that He loved to hear her fighting it... |
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'At first I tried to pinch myself as I rubbed. It was nice Sir. I enjoyed the feeling but it lost me my boyfriend. He thought I was messed up to want it.' He dipped His fingers into her cunt and tasted her. Very alkali He thought to Himself - just ripe! 'I carried on experimenting but I always treasure that first moment of knowing who I truly was, and ahhhm!' He spanked her hard across the right cheek and then the left. she felt the welts rising straight away and longed to see His hands upon her skin. 'Please Sir, will u take a picture of the marks. I love to see it.'
'Certainly kitty. Will u use it to wank with?'
'Yes Sir.'
she felt Him withdraw and heard the shutter go many times. He was taking many pictures, as was His right... |
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'Tell Me about the second postcard u chose kitty. Tell Me in detail no matter what I do to u.' she obliged Him and began to describe the first time she was awakened to her submissive fantasies.
'I was twenty two when it happened the first time. My boyfriend spanked me hard and it was the only thing I could remember for weeks.' he pulled her thighs apart and slowly stroked her pussy. 'It was difficult because I was supposed to be revising but the only thought that kept running through my head was why do I like being hurt?' He began to rub her clit, enjoying the fact that it put her off her task momentarily... |
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He withdrew His cock when He had enough of the introduction but His grip remained firmly upon her hair. He untied her wrists briefly. 'On all fours kitten. Come with Me.' she knew as she hesitantly crawled that His eyes would be watching her body moving. He would enjoy the way that the light circumscribed her body, revealing the balance of muscle and fat that he somehow found appealing. Her breasts swayed slowly, and she almost felt like an animal being moved to the milking yard. The humiliation was so arousing.
As she entered the bedroom the flowers fragrance was intoxicating. He understands My needs to be stimulated in every possible way she thought as her right knee burnt against the carpet floor. Her wrists were retied but this time to the leg of the bed. He moved around her, studying her body and the way it was in His favourite position. She knew He was about to use her, but how... |
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'For some subs, a cock is just a cock, something to suck like a sweet lollipop in the mouth. But I want u to treat it with great love and awe kitten. when u kiss it imagine it is your clit, imagine it is your nipple. Love My cock in the same way.' she was quite taken aback. Most men simply used her mouth like a machine to go back and forth but He desired a deeper connection. she moved her lips towards His cock's head. she knew it was pink even though she couldn't see it and imagined it growing across her lips.
He grabbed her hair tightly until it hurt. Something inside her wanted to make Him come there and then but she resisted the urge. The conversation between her lips and His cock began, hesitant at first as though speaking a different language. He praised her gentle technique and she felt the undulations of swelling within her mouth as her you hue and lips danced with Him... |
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she heard Him busily preparing the bed for her - the sound of cotton close to cotton. 'Sir, I need the toilet before u use Me.' He guided her to the toilet and sat her down, resting His arms upon her legs whilst she went. He have her toilet roll to wipe herself with and she realised that for only the second time in her life had she allowed a man to come this close to seeing into her privacy. she flushed the handle and He washed her hands for her, taking care with her delicate painted nails.
'Kneel on the floor,' He instructed her, and she felt His hand behind her head, grabbing her hair firmly. she hadn't heard Him remove His trousers but before she could wonder how He had suddenly undressed she felt the softness of His cock gently pass across her lips... |
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He tied her wrists behind her back and she was aware of her vulnerability immediately as His hands began to trace her outline. she loved this moment when a man knew that He was at liberty to use her as He wished. It was that combination of being truly vulnerable and discovering a mans deepest desires which led her to this place.
'Kitten, tell Me about these three pictures,' He whispered as His fingers undid the buttons of her black skirt. The material glided down her legs to reveal the nakedness He had expected all along. she described the first picture after He called out the title. It was a story from her teenage years that she had only shared once before. Her lips described it in detail as she painted in words something precious from her heart to her appreciative audience of one... |
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A few minutes later He finished His image, placed the pen above His right ear and led her to the full length mirror. she gazed at the flower He had drawn just below her belly button. 'Thank You Sir, it's lovely.'
'Time to see with your other senses kitten.' She watched as He took a leather blindfold from His pocket. His smile was the last thing she saw for several hours... |
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He took her out of the museum doors still holding her hands, and all the way through Covent Garden, pausing only to avoid the traffic, until they arrived at the hotel. The room was on the first floor and after a few minutes they had arrived. It was pristine, as all hotel rooms are, but in one corner was a bouquet of fragrant summer blooms. He took her coat, laid it on a leather chair and sat up the bed. He pulled her close roughly, made her pull up her top to reveal her belly button, before pulling out a fine-line pen.
'An image upon your canvas kitten.' He whispered. 'Place your hands together behind your back.' She obliged Him this small thing, allowing Him to hold the fabric just below her breasts, for she knew she was to surrender much more... |
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she transferred her handbag to her right arm before sliding her hand onto her right breast. It felt stirred and aroused simply as she brushed skin against skin. Lingering for a moment, she almost forgot where she was, but a quick jostle by a Spanish woman who glanced down at her hand, brought her back to the task.
'good kitty,' came the whisper in her ear, and she enjoyed the feeling of His hands back upon her waist. His accent was complex, but certainly educated. she was enjoying the way He was revealing Himself, like the taste of a Bendicks Bittermint lingering in the mouth...worth the time being taken. 'Now kitty, I want u to go to The shop and choose three postcards that tell Me something about u. u will need to explain them to Me later whilst I hear your intimate sonnet. I will be watching u move, enjoying your form, before taking u on to your next painting.' |
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Lifting the phone out of her bag surreptitiously, trying to hide the screen from those nearby, she managed to make out the message:
PINCH BOTH NIPPLES HARD THROUGH YOUR CLOTHING - DO NOT TURN AROUND, I want to hear your moans
she replaced her mobile and tried not to look around. she quickly slid her hands under her clean blouse and coat, found the left nipple and squeezed hard. The pain was both excruciating and delicious. her moans were directed at the sea view, no one thought anything of them - for they were concealed amongst the appreciative comments upon Constables work. |
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Meet Me at Weymouth Bay, Constable. This time don't turn around naughty Haughty!
That was the note. Her heart began to race, she hadn't felt like this for a long time, not since her first caning (when she decided it would be her last). The guard directed her towards the room and she gazed at all the labels carefully until she stood directly before the painting. It seemed to move before her, or was that the side effect of the heady way she felt? Her lips were dripping with excitement, so much so that she could feel her thighs starting to dampen. This time she would be obedient, face the image and wait. Around her she could hear the steady whispers of tourists passing quickly through to claim they'd seen the artistic treasures of London, before being frog-marched to their next port of call. she began to breathe deeply and slowly, enjoying the moment and waiting for His arrival. Suddenly she heard her phone beep. The bastard had somehow got hold of it! Was nothing sacrosanct? she felt very vulnerable and confused. What else did He have of hers! her fingers fumbled past hair pins and handy condoms until she eventually fished it out... |
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'excuse me miss, a geezer 'anded me this note for you. E said it were important like.' the note slipped into her hand and she touched its vellum, smelling it's scent. He paid attention to detail...an artist, not a typical man. The note opened up to reveal beautiful handwriting and a simple message... |
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her eyes scanned the approaching man. Beneath His cap were piercing eyes, they almost looked full of anger. she felt ashamed at herself, a grown woman, for behaving so impulsively, and yet the situation made her act younger - it was the excitement. His stride was so convincing, and the uniform just like the others stationed around the room. she felt herself flush as He drew near, and then she noticed the paper in His right hand, being waved firmly with every footstep... |
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she paused for a few seconds before whirling around to confront her guide and stare into His eyes. It was hardly submissive but her cheeky, inquisitive heart demanded it. Several faces looked back, but not the one she desperately sought! Unbelievable! she began to breathe again and caught her own frustration at this game, the way she would often play when on alt.com - He must know her better than she imagined! she was beginning to breathe more more regularly when a man walked across the room towards the room, a very tall guard... |
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she stood motionless for several minutes, wondering where His eyes were looking. Surely upon her heeled shoes which she had worn according to instruction...but where else? she eased her legs apart to help maintain her balance, feeling her labia gently part. Could anyone else tell that she was knickerless she wondered? The intensity of waiting was overwhelming her senses. her focus upon Seurat was now lost - she could as well be looking at clothes in Next! she began to wonder if He had wandered off to another girl when His firm hands fell upon her waist once more. 'u are the cats whiskers haughty...' |
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Something inside her wanted to kneel down then and there, but the look on the security guards faces helped draw her thoughts closer to the difficulty of her situation. she stood, barely breathing, waiting for the next instruction. His left hand hovered around her waist, then moved slowly up her back until she felt her hair being toyed with. His fingers glided through her well washed mane, and she allowed herself the pleasure of closing her eyes. The sounds of heels clattering upon the marble floor seemed distant, whilst His breathing filled her right ear... |
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There was a moment when the sense of disconnection from the room filled her mind. she started to turn towards His form but His hands restrained her movements. she enjoyed being held firmly, the sense of security, even in those first few seconds of meeting she wanted to know more of Him than the scent of His hair which was pressed close to her cheek... |
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On that Saturday afternoon, u stood in the entrance eyes fixed upon the wooden brown doors swinging to and fro, watching for Me, studying the myriad of faces entering the gallery. u saw many shadowy figures haunt the darkened entrance. Once or twice your heart beat faster with anticipation as the men came close to the meagre image on the site. u almost gave up, placing the blank mobile back into your leather handbag when... 'Hello kitty,' was whispered in your ear...x |
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she kept seeing His journal, reading it in the vain hope that there would be a clue as to His identity. Then it happened...between the lines her body began to form. Instead of a non-descript experience with a vague submissive, the journal began to picture her. He had been studying her, watching her on the live video link, enjoying her acerbic wit with the multitude of wankers wanting her to pull out her tits. He knew her little comments and now He had provided the temptation...'here kitty, kitty' x |
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Leonardo da Vinci's exhibition well worth a visit...try an intimate guide x |
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u are a painting, kitten
People walk past u each day
Label u
Wonder if u might be famous
An anecdote to their day.
u are a painting, kitten
I watch your image change
And with the passing of time
Realise that there is more -
Hidden, needing to be seen
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Identifying the correct Master is less important than being the correct submissive. A beautifully submissive heart allows the Master to freely become His destiny.
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There was something in the air, she was sure of it...a sense of exhilaration that made her eyes study the images in the room more carefully. Hanging on the wall was the Holy Family. she was just about to defer to the excellent commentary on the cd player when she noticed her name on the seat, well, her collarme name of course!
Her face went crimson as she tried hard to scoop it up in as nonchalant a way as was possible, before beating a hasty retreat to the bustle of the shop. Catching her breath she inserted her finger beneath the lid of the envelope and slowly tore it open, aware of her heart rate now for the first time.
Inside was just one thing - a label with the title of a painting...the appointment was obviously to begin there! She worked out where it was with the support of the nearby assistant and began to walk quickly towards her destination... |
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She hesitated, as she often did, before opening the gallery door. It was heavy, just how she remembered it from her last visit. It swung open, like a symbol of her heart, always taking calculated risks, searching for the taste of freedom once more. She adjusted her hair now she was in the foyer, barely able to think straight - her mind was consumed with questions. Where would he be? Would the reality match the fantasy? So far so good...she was as wet now as the first time she read his posts on CM... |
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Standing in the gallery she suddenly felt a hand track up her thigh. She turned sharply, but there were so many people surrounding her it would be presumptuous to suppose she could identify the source...was he here?
Her mind turned from the images that walled her in. Her heart began to beat once more like the girl she once was... |
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This was the moment she had rehearsed in her mind, she was standing in front of Picasso's d'Avignon when a cd player was placed into her hands. She put the headphones on and began to listen to the instructions...moments later she stood before the smiling man and allowed a total stranger to pinch her left nipple until the tears began to flow x |
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Perhaps u didn't notice Him at first ? He stood behind u, His eyes describing the outline of your skin, His nose taking in the fragrance of your hair and His fingertips occasionally brushing against your ass, making your lips part in an almost imperceptible movement. We're u still focussed upon the painting? We're u taking in the hues anymore? The thoughts were focussed upon His description, which was whispered into your ear as He pressed against your back. |
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she stood with her legs apart as her eyes gazed intently at the painting. The air wafted between her legs and made her feel both vulnerable and wildly free. She dared not turn around...her eyes danced over the surface of the Constable until after what seemed an age her ear warmed to the sound of His praise, 'good girl'. |
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What could be more delicious a Saturday treat, than standing before an Old Master by Seurat, listening to the exposition of its creation and meaning, whilst feeling your juices running down the inside of your thighs, knowing that in a few minutes u will be taken to your next orgasm...beats listening to football x |
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| Age: 34 |
| Los Angeles,
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