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| Honesty and obedience are the qualities in a girl that I seek Experienced Dominant Seeking a new girl to collar and train to My liking Size is not the issue, it is the heart that matters to Me C x
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Yielding...
I breathed deeply, trying to calm my senses at the sound of the phone. I had just got a mail from Master, confirming the meeting for later that day. No details of what was to happen, simply to be ready at 7pm, standing outside the house at the usual spot. This was the place where we had first met, about four months ago. Master had told me to wait on that point, unseen from the street, but in full view of the house - His house. From that first meeting onwards I had learnt His ways and demands. I had gleaned a bit of how to obey Him, read behind His handsome face, and begin to anticipate what was to come. I was keenly aware of His voice, since in most of the sessions we had had, I had been blindfolded. He had a strong love for that, and used to explain to me why. It would heighten my senses; make me more aware of my surroundings. I had even tried that whilst alone at home, sensing what was not to be seen, not looking at the obvious, but beneath.
Master was about five feet ten, English and forty-five years old. I was only twenty-six, not a novice but surely not ready to be his property. He called me His property in training. I was a slim size ten and Master was four inches taller than me. I liked to imagine Him towering over me, but never in a threatening manner - always caring. I knew that His ways were productive, and I had to accept this meeting would be good as well. Today I had my doubts. Never before had I been outside the safe spaces of our play rooms. All was new now - the people, play, even the dungeon. All day long my mind had been in turmoil. Not being allowed to wear any panties I felt vulnerable, and I could easily sense the wetness! Every time I went to go to the toilets I was confronted with an intense and uncontrollable lust. Master had more than a day’s job in putting that desire into its right place. He did not discourage it, on the contrary, I was allowed to play with myself as much as I liked. Even worse, He sometimes insisted on strict regimes of masturbating without the release of a climax. He knew that my high level of desire would make me more willing to be trained, more open to His training. And indeed, with the acknowledgement of the meeting, there was also an instruction of how to behave in the next hours. There would be some harsh treatment, I was anticipating that. So my nipples were to be left alone, just lightly touched so they would be erect and wanting. My clit was not to be touched either. I was only allowed to let my two fingers slide along the outside of my cunt, feel the juices pass the last barrier before leaking along my thigh, on its way to leave a clear trail and scent. Always upon meeting, Master demanded to be shown his trademark, as He called it.
The door of His garage opened and I began to see His blue car moving slowly out of it. It was a very clean and tidy Astra estate. It was only yesterday I had to clean it whilst naked, with Master sitting and watching, being sure I was to include every inch and every dark corner. Now it was the car that would transport us to this new experience. Obediently I waited for Master to come and fetch me, a collar in hand. I knelt before him, the gravel digging into my naked knees. His hand patted my head and straightened hair. Then I smelt the leather, he let me kiss it. I showed my willingness to be collared, and always liked this ritual. The collar was closed around my neck, I closed my eyes and concentrated on this sensation, which brought back all the training I was being subjected to.
On the leash I was led towards the car, head down, eyes lowered. It was as if I was blind, being guided to the blue car. Master opened the door and positioned me in front of it. It would be the first time I was in his car, and although it wasn’t sanctuary, it was more or less Holy Ground to be taken there. First Master was to inspect his property, check to see if his trademark was there. He unbuttoned my cardigan and lifted my dress until He could see my belly. I stood, open and exposed. Master's finger trailed along the inside of my thigh, starting half way, slowly, in search for traces of my excitement. When he found it he smiled. “Seems you are looking forward to our meeting. Then we better go." The dress fell down and he guided me into my seat. Before my ass touched the fabric of the chair, He lifted my dress, to make me sit on my bare bottom. After closing the door, I saw Him walking to His side, making me tremble with anticipation. His hand was ready to open the door, when suddenly His smartphone rang. Now I could see him standing there. I saw something that made me very proud - His erection trying to rip open the fabric of his trousers.
And all this was spiced with the delicacies of sex. I wondered about its origin, its powers. Was it really that because I had these dark desires that I was willing to give up the core of myself, my own being? Instead of that, I let myself be undressed. When we went out to a restaurant we would not sit opposite to each other, but side by side, so that His outstretched hand could make contact with my dripping cunt. And he did so frequently. Now driving, however, it was my turn to touch the driving force of His control. Master took my hand and placed it between His legs. He was wearing thin cotton pants, and no underwear. I could feel the shape of his hard cock, even the veins that ran over it. I could caress the outline of the head, that wanted to break free, and provided that slippery liquid that was my reward. I could just make out His balls.
I did not think of the route we were taking to Leicester. No, I was entirely focused upon my submission towards Him. I was wondering if there would come a moment when He would send me away, to learn more about myself, my desires. Or He would maybe grow weary of me, a discarded slave. Maybe I wasn’t as good as I thought at sucking His cock while my fingers kneaded His balls. Or maybe He was charmed by youth, by innocence. Although I was twenty-six, I was hardly a youth, but I had met younger girls with far more experience. I was sure I would never want to be them. There was hardness in them. An attitude of “I have seen it all”. Mine was the opposite. I was just at the beginning of a journey, and my inquisitive mind would drive me on. It was that which started me exploring my desires in the first place. And of course this insatiable desire for sex. Thinking of climaxing over and over again, when I first discovered sex, I had to laugh at boys that were ashamed of the fact they thought so much of sex they had to masturbate daily. My drive for sex made them look like the innocent schoolboys they actually were. I was a sex monster. I needed sex and masturbation like the air. But ordinary sexual intercourse had always seemed dull to me, compared to the wonders of kink. And what way better to explore that at the side of this wonderful Master.
I wasn’t aware of my actions. Suddenly Master pulled my hand sharply away. He was breathing hard. Apparently my thoughts had guided my hand, and my fingers had touched Him so intensely I had driven him close to an orgasm! Of course He thought it was done on purpose, and I was sure it would be held against me.
The car stopped in front of a two story building. The point of no return was reached.
We were a little late, so Master did not leave me much time admiring the building. It wasn’t really beautiful, but it had some grave importance, as if it was trying to tell me something, reveal a mysterious truth - not the meaning of life though. I had to giggle, imagining being in some Monty Python sketch, like the one on marriage counselling. Master asked what was so funny, but I just shook my head and looked at Him, wondering whether I should go first or follow His footsteps. He didn’t have much time for such considerations. He just stepped on the path that lead to the main entrance, swung open the door and confidently strode in. Inside there was a flight of stairs leading up, and along the corridor two doors. One of them opened, and a lady stepped out. It was dimly lit, and I could discern a somewhat smart, tidy but overweight lady. Was she to be called a host? Well, it was clear she was a Domme, since her hand took hold of my cheek and looked me in the eye.
“First time here is it?” I nodded, familiar with such an approach from my Master. “Well, there is a first time for all. Your partners are already upstairs; they might be getting a bit impatient, though I left them a good bottle of red wine. On the house.”
This was more intended for Master than for me. She held up her hand to receive the payment. Master had agreed upon a 50/50 split. When she held out her hand I saw there were marks on her arms, and adjusted my thinking – perhaps she was a switch.
I looked behind me, and saw her standing there, with her face lit by the single lamp. It had a soft glow, an intense longing. I was sure she fancied me, and I felt a strange sensation inside. To control such a woman, that would change my world forever. But the feeling went as quickly as it came, and Master opened a door. It swung open, and when I stepped inside I was confronted with a room that was lit up in bright emerald green. It was a dungeon with a rack, hooks on the low beams and along the wall whips, canes and innumerate paddles. There was a small boudoir where the other couple was seated, sipping the wine. There was not to be any normal greeting. Master steered me to a corner, and first of all I was blind folded.
I had had a fair first impression. Against all the usual rules, I had glanced around the room, which felt more like an adult Halloween scene than a dungeon, and had quickly scanned the couple. I was told he was an ex-army man, in his forties, like Master. With him was a semi Chinese English girl. She was young like me, in her early twenties. She was pretty, although hard to be seen in the dim light and she dressed nicely in jeans, a fashionable coat, black stockings and heels. She looked very classy. I felt a bit shy which was nothing unusual when meeting strangers. I stood in my simple cardigan and black dress. Soon enough we would be equal, in our nakedness, in our submission. Master took my garments, and let the dress fall to the floor. I felt a sudden draught and shivered, putting my arms across my chest to keep me warm. He wanted to show off with His new asset, His property. Soon I was dressed again in black hold ups, my collar and four cuffs for each limb. I was lead forward and made to stand in the middle of the room, in a waiting position. I heard footsteps. Master spoke. It was agreed to take fifteen minute shifts using both of us. Master was to go first. He positioned us opposite each other. We were allowed to stretch our arms, and make contact with the other slave. She reached out first. I felt her warmth on my shoulders, touching fingers, then a full hand touching my collar bone, slowly descending towards my breasts. I shivered in delight when she arrived at my nipples. She heard my pleasure, and squeezed them lightly; She knew it was my first time, and understood my discomfort...
tbc
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One as two
You walk beside me
Cold as night.
I walk alongside
And midst the memories
That fight,
We revel born again.
We, eternal testament
That heart doth rule the day,
Until the tenderness of touch
Has sadly slipped away.
I watch with joy
As in my mind
We walk thus hand in hand,
And married hearts,
Both wedded
By the love
No night command.
I always burnt
Within my soul,
For you empowered me.
No sordid touch
Or foolish thought
Was ever there to be.
For we were more.
Our hearts were flesh and blood
And leaving coffins made of stone
We ate eternal food.
There was no darkness,
No restraint.
There we lived and died,
And separation fed us...
The richness kept inside.
Like ghosts
We walk along today
And haunt these corridors
Where skin was warm,
The heart’s clothing shed,
And touch reborn.
When poetry was all, my love,
Not black and white and stone,
Where tears could wash
The cold of hours
We spent alone.
The sunburst mornings
When I woke
And gazed upon thy face -
So still and quiet
Like the little girl
I’ll ne’er replace.
For once love speaks
It never dies.
Eternity hath come.
No silent grave can choke its voice,
Nor weeds can bring it down.
It lives and breathes
In day and night
To testify to life,
To sing forever lover.
Hear of days you were
My wife.
And once my times
Were thence reshaped
The skeleton unmade.
Love twisted us together
Entwined our eyes conveyed.
I hath not hour nor day alone
When into mind you walk
Your beauty lost
Consumes me now
And how your tears still talk.
You shed them all apart from me.
I still shed mine for you,
Knowing that we’ll
Walk this Earth alive
We one as two.
My heart will not allow
Me sleep
Nor grace me life anew
For it doth call me back
Again to fires we only knew.
The nights we talked
And danced and dreamt
And planned of being wed
And loved
And laughed
Were very real,
They draw me
To our bed.
They sing of years
Of pain
And joy
When all the shadows wane
And mortal children disappeared
We poetry became.
I write this
In the dead of night
The months hath passed us by
Yet when we talk
As lovers talk
With honesty
I cry.
I’ve lost the source
Of everyday
Of candlelight
Of Sun
Of walking in our pastureland
Of summers
Depth and fun.
I’m ever living,
Ever dead,
A zombie of my heart.
Cursed, abandoned
By my fear.
The tongue tore us apart...
This six feet down
Is paradise undone,
And like the last man
Left behind
And like the darkened Sun,
Like Cain
I wander close to thee
A million miles away,
And only now release this dam
To let my words see day.
Oh heart,
That bitter days encamp,
And endless more to see,
I never knew such times of love
As when wrapped close in thee.
The nights that now
Spell empty hours to chase,
Where skin and eyes
And intimacy beyond
Mere time and space
You asked me where
My words were hid or set
Where love had wandered,
As if this mortal coil
Was longing to forget.
You are the imprint on my soul -
The breath
And now the knife.
And with each stab
The blood it drips...
But still you are my wife.
I hold your heart
As you held mine
Till resurrection day.
For Love’s eternal cords
Are forged from more than
Straw or clay.
You were the door
And still
You now alone abide
Dance in my inner place.
Like Lazarus by Abram’s side
I see us torn apart
I cannot sleep
I bid you well alone
You made me live
And I must walk
So far from home.
Unable to know why
I felt too close to you,
My heart, when you belonged
To two.
And when we hurt
The two you love
We knew the love to do.
I had to speak
Goodbye, my love,
I had to make you cry,
I had to walk away my love
Inside we both knew why.
It was no end to love,
My heart,
For still I dream of thee,
And hear of all your life
In whispers shared with me.
You always wake with me,
My love,
And smile in dim morn light.
I hold your form,
Your littleness,
And listen to your doubt.
For you hath fear
And I know why,
For when all words
Are said,
We know what matters
Lives within the heart
And not the head.
This poem ends
But we unending stay,
And sleeping beauty
Is no more
She woke
And knew Love’s way,
Now Love has spoken
Do not quote the words
Of death and hate,
Like poetry
We both aware must speak
And live our fate.
Our lives conjoined
Forevermore
As ghosts
Or friendly souls
And more if love is true.
As moments stolen
From a time
When seeds we planted...
Grew.
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Rule
Tis not winter, when the ice melts
Nor even yet the sun lit month
For she lies beneath the veil
Awakening never
Until a man who wields the power
To cut through beasts and hordes of green
Will cast his eyes upon her face
To make her kneel
To be his queen
Upon her knees, bled by his hand
she waits and tries not to be less than her heart
He has a story beating upon his brow
Which princesses hear when set apart
His conquering,
Tugs upon her hair and as the prize
To years of pain
she is consumed by more than dark eyes.
Does this girl have stony eyes
To fall upon this solid floor?
Does she cry as tween her thighs
He owns her as his slut and whore?
In her pages of the dawn
Which twist and curl upon her brain
He tosses her aside, panting like the steed
That bore him to this place of stain.
The ignomy and shame
As blood trails down her skinny feet
she never knew a man could taste
And take her soul in battles heat
A sword to free her, her desire
What bloody prince from all the nation
Came to release and bind her
To cause humiliation?
Gazing back she sees a glimpse
His bloody sword still hard and cruel
Is this her lovers sole embrace
To pierce and train her by his rule? |
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The Restaurant
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 Carl 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 Carl 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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her story
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 girls 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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Need
She had never tried a Dom before. But she needed to serve. Ever since she first played being a servant in her early years at school, something felt right about her role. Her job was stressful. She managed a huge firm well bossing others around all day - efficiency was her middle name, but when she lay in her bed at night the same desires whispered night after night: 'Serve somebody'. When Bob Dylan sang it into her ear one day as she tuned into some weird London radio channel, and she picked up details of a site for Masters and slaves, she felt the time had come to see if she was mad or her sexual dreams could be fulfilled.
It was Saturday night when she logged on, and received what could only be described as a ridiculous deluge of men sending her messages. Most felt like bad chat up lines. Some felt like dirty old men. Some were! Pity. Then there were the messages which touched her - speaking directly to her heart. There were several who seemed to see straight to her core. She felt herself moisten and her pulse quickened. But how could she choose between them? She hated to be shallow. Her life had taught her all that glitters is not gold, but she still preferred a guy to look after himself. She could cope with an older gent who could handle her well. She was less easy with the Mr Beans of BDSM who seemed more adept at tieing themselves in knots.
Her first guy was okay until he revealed that he lived in Canada and not Chipping Sodbury. The second was good until he had to go and speak to someone at the door...and never came back. Had he been murdered she wondered until the next time she discovered she had been blocked...perhaps something to do with her mentioning her dress size was 16 two minutes earlier!
Finally a local Dom popped up and they chatted really quickly. He appreciated her humour and managed her rough edges without too much difficulty. He didn't even mind that she was married and experimenting. She asked for a pic just to see if he was a toad on legs and was pleasantly surprised to find him attractive.
His questions were very probing and quite personal, but then he was expecting her to become his slave. It was reasonable to give him the secrets of her soul given that she wanted him to own her body too, if only for a night. Something else which appealed was that he didn't ask her for a picture once. She eventually sent him a couple and was pleased that she didn't get the usual abuse that had followed her throughout her childhood and even in the boardroom. Size matters to everyone, deep down. It's the new racism backed by scientists with their intolerance of things unhealthy.
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Inside out
The attic
Which once was locked
And full of the broken memories
Yesterday's pain
Was reluctantly opened
For inspection
The gaze of a man
His words emptied of judgement
Perceptive
she wept as the boxes stacked away
Opened and spoke of youthful dreams
Failures
Like a chipped cup waiting to be removed
He held her close as she whispered
The pain out loud
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Cocoon
she sought His fatherly touch and His grace
Holding her tightly, stroking her face
Letting her locks to fall on His chest
Wrapping her skin, cocooned in a nest
His eyes could see through the veil of disguise
Holding her still without words of surprise
she let Him take all she had left to share
Little by little she breathed in His prayer
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Dominant Artist seeks submissive muse
Apply within
Can be UK or online
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All that she longed for
All that she thought
All that she needed
All that she brought
All that she collared
All this she gave
Leaving control
Deep in a grave
He was a tyrant
He was a sod
He was adorable
Close to a god
she gave completely
He took it all
she drank each evening
she feared the fall
He sucked her dry
He filled His soul
Emptied the giver
her shell the goal
Wanted a body
Needed a frame
Adorned with a collar
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she yielded her body
Hoping that He would touch her soul
But the skin was all He desired
And so she left wounded and unsatisfied
Over time all she craved was abuse
For the words scratched at her surface
And sensation replaced depth
Which had captivated her at first...
If only every Dominant could write
Satisfy the yearning
A whip and a collar - substitutes
Being owned without a heart
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He began to look through the many profiles on Collarspace, with an equal dose of cynicism and interest. Beauty always caught His eye, as it did most men, but what truly drew Him was a yielded heart. He was never attracted to brattish girls or moaners...especially under the heading of submissive. He had met one before and she merely confirmed His suspicions - wanting BDSM on her own terms. What His eye yearned for was a girl whose submission aroused her too...as He had experienced many times before.
His fingers slid across the keys of the laptop, feelings the undulations of its casing. His hands always enjoyed touch, whether upon the cold steel of a computer or the warmth of His slave's skin. His mind drifted back through the various girls whose lips He had tasted over the years - one stuck in His mind because she was totally obedient in every way - a true slave. Touch was so important between them. Sometimes He spanked her hard, enjoying seeing her ass redden, sometimes He allowed her to rub her firm tits upon His chest. He wondered if anyone could match her givenness? |
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BDSM is the means girls and men are able to be themselves in a equality-driven post-feminist society... |
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As an artist, one of the most beautiful things about a woman's body is seeing it from all angles and positions. Porn tries to stereotype the imagery, sounds and actions. As I sculpt My slave girl, I engage with her body and find her beauty as she stands, walks, kneels and cries...her beauty is in every moment x |
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That which we resist the most is often the thing that we need the most
Change is the hardest concept to embrace
Ds is about sexual change
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Her next training
It had been over a month since her last training. she had been in Europe, enjoying work and play washed down with red wine. Running had been the primary element of her free time, and even doing tasks for her Master had slowed down. It was therefore with trepidation that she knocked on the hotel door, finally leaving her work behind as she glanced across the room to where He was sitting, waiting for her.
Closing the bathroom door behind her, she quickly used the toilet, changed into her hold ups, mask and collar and stood at the entrance to the door. she breathed deeply and tried to remember what He had written and sent her. she knew that there was a new position and a deeper exploration of her role as a pet. Beyond that her mind was a blank. The sound of her new annual summary tag against her name tag reminded her of a small achievement, but she new that she would have to up her game if that was ever to be replicated this year.
The door opened and she closed her eyes beneath the mask. her Master stood there, fully clothed, with the lead, attaching it carefully, before making her get down on her hands and knees. A mixture of humiliation and pleasure immediately flooded her body. He enjoyed watching her follow Him across the carpet, admiring her body. Already the scent of her arousal was in the air. As He turned her around, the cum was dripping down her thighs. He wanted to take her then and there, but things had to be dealt with before that could occur, it was time for her to be disciplined…
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It had been a long time since she had felt this turned on. Her partner had fallen asleep some time before, and as she sat before the computer, waiting for the screen to go through its sequences, her body oscillated between the excitement and thrill of the unknown, and fear of being found out. she had decided that if she wasn't sure that the coast was clear then her mind would have to be sufficient. It had been her way for many years - missionary sex with a fifteen minute session of grunts and groans, which seemed to be so distant, even in the intimacy of touch.
Finally the website appeared and she began to type in her chosen name. It wasn't anything pretentious or witty, just a plain and simple cry for help - xxNeedyouxx Before she had a chance to write much about herself, she noticed that her mailbox was red. Hesitating, she decided to investigate. she hadn't expected much attention this first night. There were over twenty enquiries from all over the UK! she smiled to herself. So, more men than women, what a surprise! At least that gave her the pick of the crop. Scanning down the list of names, she observed that many of them had chosen fairly violent titles. There were one or two who intimated something which might involve her soul as well as her body, so her search began there.
Clicking on one who wasn't too far from her age, she read his message. It was just 'hi'. His profile was sparse too - not what she has dreamt of, so she moved on. Next came Mr Copy and Paste - he'd even left a previous girls name on there! The cheek! That got the delete button. There was one more to view and she opened it up, half expecting further disappointment...
The first thing that struck her was his personal approach. He'd obviously read her brief profile and responded in kind. she needed a man who would listen to her...this was probably the greatest gap in her marriage. Her husband barely knew her. If he only asked her questions it would be his hand spanking her bottom, his cock between her lips, his control...and so she opened the mail, and her journey began... |
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Wait till your Father gets home
beauty emerged from the bathroom, scrubbed clean and dressed in her Care Bear nightie, clutching her teddy bear tight in her fingers – as instructed. It intrigued her that Daddy would sometimes want her to look all grown up and sexy in hold ups and heels, whilst on other occasions dressing for bed was all He desired. Daddy fascinated her. He seemed to be equally aroused by her no matter how she appeared and was made to behave. It was as if she was being explored – sexually interrogated in a variety of guises. This persona was her favourite. There were aspects that she didn’t want to reveal, even to Daddy, but she felt sure that He would unmask them eventually! she waited to know what to do because Daddy always knew best. He waved a finger in her direction, indicating for her to sit upon His knees. she liked this little intimate moment. He asked her about her day at work, which had been stressful at times and she didn’t want to talk too much about it, but really He was staring into her eyes, admiring her face, hair and lips. she knew that too - ever since her tits had become a size C, she had walked the streets aware of the looks of men. Most of them focused on her body. What she liked about Daddy was that He liked all of her. The way He caressed her hair, stroked her cheeks and toyed with her lips served only to confirm that. When her explanations and answers came to an end, Daddy made her stand up straight, pop on her blindfold and stand on the towel which He had put on the floor, as usual. "Today, beauty, I'm going to explain to u how a boy thinks, how He looks at u, and how He wants u to respond. It might surprise u because a boy is very different to a girl." she nodded and waited. At school the boys seemed very unusual at times. They didn't grasp what she was thinking but she always tried to please so she usually waited until there was an opportunity to do so. "Stand with your legs wide apart beauty. Now when a boy sees u, what part of u does He notice first?" she wanted to say her face, but that was what she would notice first. "I'm not sure Daddy." "your tits beauty - plain and simple." beauty half smiled, it had been her main suspicion, but she still liked to hear it from a man. It came with all of His years of experience. she wondered what sort of tits Daddy liked best – so many of her friends had different sizes and all of them emphasised them with a padded bra because men seemed to indicate that big is beautiful! Were her C cup pair enough to appeal to His eyes or was He just being gracious? As if He could read her mind, He began to explain more: “Men differ in what they like about tits. If you read the Sun newspaper, they like a girl with D or DD cup. They nearly always choose big for Page 3, but actually men like all sorts of sizes. Many men prefer tiny tits.” He held her tits from behind in His hands. u, beauty, are very fortunate because yours are neither too big so that they sag in five years time from now, nor are flat so that u might think about implants. yours are just right and will make your man very happy.” she decided to pluck up her courage and ask Him for His opinion. “And what do you like Daddy, above all else?” she paused and waited for His considered reply. He paused to think. He liked it when she showed an interest in His needs and desires – that was an essential quality of the best submissive girls. He had trained her well, He smiled to Himself. “Well, when I was younger, beauty, I liked big tits – the bigger the better. I guess when u are a young man, big tits represent femininity so clearly. After many years, I have changed, and now I like all shapes and sizes, if I am being honest. I have held so many different types of tits in My life, and used them all in so many ways. Big tits are very useful in certain ways that little tits can never be…” He paused, seeing the inquiring look upon her face. she was an open book in conversation. “Would u like Me to show u what I mean beauty?” she nodded, unable to guess what was coming next. “Take your nightie off and I will show u.” she obliged Him immediately. Now she stood on the towel naked, holding on to her teddy tightly. “Kneel up beauty,” Daddy instructed her, stroking her hair as she did. He undressed close to her until His erect cock was inches from her face. “Now kneel up high until your tits are close to My cock.” she did as He told her and watched as He took her nipples and areolae in each hand, placed them either side of the hard skin and began to push back and forth. “Did u ever imagine that your tits could be used in this way?” she shook her head, still amazed that Daddy could use her in this way. It was very arousing to even think of her body being so flexible and adaptable for His pleasure. she felt herself getting wetter the more she realised how much pleasure Daddy was getting from using her like a toy. How would He use her next she wondered. Sometimes the urge to want to climax was so great that she was pleased when Daddy turned her over and pushed Himself inside. Tonight she wanted to be everything that He wanted. He had already used her anus as a hole for His cock, and now her tits became like a bonus hole. she wanted to touch herself even as she thought about all the ways Daddy liked to use her – most of them had never come up during sex education lessons, even with the boys calling out – but she restrained herself and waited, feeling her body begin to swell in anticipation. “Tits are marvellous beauty. I have sucked a girl’s tits until they swelled a whole cup size over several months – but I used her most days. I have spanked a naughty girl’s tits before – she loved the marks that I left, and I enjoyed seeing My hand on her each time I met. your tits are still very young, pert, pretty tits. They have no need to change – they are the perfect size. When I laid u down and tied u last time, they were beautiful too. I think u should feel very proud of them both.” beauty smiled to herself. she rarely saw herself as really beautiful, but when Daddy said she was, it seemed believable. “Now beauty, before I teach u the next way that men like to use u, I need to put things right between u and Me. u have disappointed Me several times since we last met…” she knew this was coming, and unlike many girls, she derived no pleasure from being spanked, but her heart told her that it was essential. Daddy always knew best, and in His arms, she felt secure. Over the previous few weeks she knew that she had failed to answer many of the simple questions which He had sent, failed to stretch her anus although she was thankful that her messages had always been respectful. As Daddy led her over to the bed and bent her over his knees she said sorry before He even began, feeling the sense of guilt rising within. “Tonight I’m going to introduce u to a new way of being spanked, beauty. Stand up and go to the desk.” she did as instructed, standing behind the standard, brown chair. Daddy moved it and bent her over the clean surface. she liked it when He just took charge and used her effortlessly like a Barbie toy. “Now beauty, lean on your elbows and each time I spank u, u are to count the number of strikes I make. Do understand?” she nodded, but wondered if she could manage to cope with the pain as well as the speech. His hand struck on the right side first. As she called out each number, He enjoyed watching her wince. He knew it was a test of submission for her. Like the endurance that she put her body through in order to develop her running ability and keep herself fit, so this was a challenge that she liked to rise to. Each spank caused her cheeks to ripple and redden. He widened her stance and watched as the juices that had been trapped inside her at her arrival, gradually ran down the inside of her tense thighs. When she reached thirty, He paused and turned her around, cradling her in His arms as He whispered the next part of His plans for her whilst stroking her hair tenderly. “Many men like to take their girl and restrain them for use beauty. Last time I taught u how to please a man by getting yourself into position, this time I’m going to tie u into a new position and then use u like a doll.” He led her to the towel on the floor and made her sit down. Weaving her arms under her thighs and behind her back, He tied them together. It was a simple thing, but beauty found that she couldn’t get out of it. It felt very comforting – and she was glad Daddy knew all sorts of techniques of how to use her well…but what would He do now she was in this position she wondered. Taking her calves in his firm hands, He rolled her onto her back like a ball, exposing her holes to His eyes. she was so wet that her juices had dripped down to her knees. He enjoyed her scent and used His right hand to taste them, before spitting onto her anus. she'd never had anyone do that before. It humiliated her...and she liked that. His thumb rubbed the spittle in until she began to be aroused. He enjoyed hearing her sighs, especially since her neglected hole had been awakened. she was unable to move, unable to resist, simply enjoying His touch. Suddenly His thumb was replaced by His large cock, stroking her entrance. "beauty, tonight I'm going to teach u how to make a man very happy with your body. Sometimes a man will want your mouth, sometimes your tits as u have discovered, sometimes your cunt...but the final gift u can give is one that many girls refuse because of the initial pain - your anus is the tightest hole and when it is offered with all of your body it is the best gift of all." Daddy began to rock her back and forth on her back, gently pushing into her hole, whilst rubbing her clit. He listened to her breathing and moaning. she hadn't had a good release in over a week. beauty felt out of control. The anal exercises that she had done had been minimal and she regretted not being more determined to stretch her ass. Yet as her climax approached, the worry diminished and all she wanted was to please her Daddy. His cock began to harden and she asked His permission to cum. At first there was no response, and she wondered if He hadn't heard her voice. This time she begged in hurried pants to which His whispered voice replied...but had she heard correctly?
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Training session
beauty opened the door to the hotel room and stepped inside. she had quietly knocked before entering, not only because she had been instructed to, but because politeness came from within her. Three months had passed since she first sat in her Master's car, allowing a complete stranger to play with her, and now the next stage in her training was beginning. Sometimes she wondered how she had made it this far, given her natural shyness, but the longing to serve her Master as He controlled her would not disappear. she had already realised that being true to who she was on the inside was the path to take in the journey of life.
After making Him a black coffee, and quickly glancing upon the floor to see the white towel where she would probably be used, beauty knelt at her Master's feet and handed Him her hairbrush. He liked to use it to soothe her from time to time, and as she talked about the stresses and strains of her week, He listened and smiled. He enjoyed knowing what was going on inside her and even though she often wanted to keep areas of her life from Him, she was realising that sometimes being open about things enabled His understanding and control to improve. Once He had finished His coffee, she took the brush and mug, picked up her blindfold and stood before Him, clothed as instructed in her usual black skater dress, hold ups, slave collar flat heels and black underwear. He told her to put the blindfold on and she breathed a sigh of relief. There was something magical about entering this space of darkness. It was the same whenever she was at home - during sex she closed her eyes and was immediately transported back to the last training - or one to come. As she entered each actual training in the present, the intensity increased as her thoughts and feelings wrestled with the pleasure of each experience, and the humiliation which she put herself through.
He moved around her form, checking that all was as He had instructed, before pulling her knickers halfway down her thighs. They were soaking as usual, and He made her dip her finger between her labia, place her two wet fingers in the air and allow Him to taste her. This simple action made her feel less than a girl, closer to the slave she knew that she was. Some days her thinking slipped back into echoes of the frustrated girl seeking equality, but as she stood before her Master, she realised that she was there to be used, like a toy, like an animal, without a voice. As if to strengthen that idea, her Master made her remove her knickers and get down on all fours upon the towel. Usually He liked to spank her across His knees, and she enjoyed being pressed against His skin, but today there was a separation.
"There have been many occasions this month when u have done things alone, beauty, chosen to buy things without permission, not looked after your body well or had to apologise for your lack of thought. u asked for My control, but have ignored it on occasions. This spanking is to remind u of that pledge of submission and to focus u upon your obedience in these areas. Do u want My control of these areas of your life beauty?"
"Yes Master. I'm sorry that I keep failing You. I will try harder. Please punish me as You see fit Master. I want to please You." His hands, which had been stroking her back moved to her lips.
"This is the hand that will hurt u beauty. Kiss it and be thankful." her lips kissed the palm of His right hand several times, and although she didn't like the pain, she knew that pain is what she deserved. The pain lived within her as a reminder that she had a long way to go until her life pleased her Owner. Suddenly the spanking began and she tried to fight against the pain at first, holding her breath and tensing her body, but she remembered the previous discipline when her Master had encouraged her to breathe regularly. It felt more like a marathon race as she allowed her body to be used in this way. her ass was stinging now, and although she was pretty good at medical pain, even this was beginning to become normal for her. Towards the end, once her skin was glowing red, His spanks became harder. It was at this point that she realised that she had lost control. He truly owned her. There was a deep satisfaction that rose up from within once more.
The feeling of intense heat remained upon her skin as His hand yanked her up by her ponytail. He instructed her to stand with her legs apart and her hands behind her neck. He passed a chain between the collar's D-ring, enjoying the way that in this position her tits were pulled up taut. Licking her lips with His tongue, He admired her beautiful body. It reminded Him of the favourite pose in His growing collection of images. she was truly beautiful, everything that He had wanted from a slave, except for a few extra pounds on her stomach. He knew that these would eventually come off the more she disciplined her eating to match her determination in running. He stood staring at her, His beauty, admiring the way that her juices hung between her labia as a sign of her arousal - the true sign of a slave. "Kneel down beauty. I am about to turn u into My sex toy once more."
He held her close to His chest and lay her upon the floor. she was uncomfortable but her legs were still free. Listening carefully, she heard the sound which she had expected all evening - a long chain being lifted from a bag. It was dragged slowly across her skin, making her breathe in deeply as its coldness contrasted with the heat exuding from her body. It was threaded between her ankle cuffs first and then her wrists, running along her spine like an exo- skeleton. And then came the surprise - her Master slowly pulled the chain tighter, drawing her ankles towards her waist, bending her knees until she was quite unable to move. she knew at once what was about to happen. With each pull of the chain, her bottom became more and more exposed. When He had finally tied the chain off, she heard His trousers fall to the floor, and the firmness of His cock draw near. It seemed so strange that some men had cocks which they pushed and pulled into cunts as if they were inflating a tyre with air, whilst others, like her Master, would use them creatively. she took a deep breath and waited to see where He would venture first.
He pulled her roughly until her ass was as high as it could go, and she began to make a noise, which sounded like she had some difficulty, so He laid her down upon the floor once more and gagged her tightly so that she had something to do with her mouth. Now He was content. she couldn't move or make a sound and her skin was still red from her spanking. Pulling her close to His body, she felt His fingers firm upon her thighs and His erect cock push between her labia slowly. His rigid dryness was drenched by her soft wetness, which had only increased as the chains were pulled tight. Even though her mouth had a bit filling it, she was still capable of moaning. As He pulled and pushed her without any other communication than that of skin upon skin, she became aware of her purpose plainly - she was a toy, her holes on display.
He did not talk to her once. His body continued relentlessly, and she realised that He had no intent of focusing upon her pleasure, and yet the fact that she was being used in this way was intoxicating. The more that His climax approached, the more she hungered to join Him. Their breathing seemed to synchronise and blend. As His body began to shake in pleasure, she begged Him for the same. she knew by now that to interrupt His pleasure would not be the way of the slave, and yet she knew that He allowed her the privilege of at least one climax during her training. He bid her to cum. As His cock pushed inside her, she contorted and writhed upon Him, biting hard upon her bit. Such was her release that He felt the muscles inside her contract which made His satisfaction grow. He lay inside her, enjoying the brief respite, and admiring her naked form. Now He had climaxed, He had several things in mind to do with His obedient beauty.
Once the chemical overload had subsided, He withdrew His cock and disappeared into the bathroom. Even blindfolded, she could tell that something different was happening. It sounded like the bath was being washed clean and her Master was whistling. she lay contentedly, knowing that the next thirty minutes were entirely in His hands - just how she liked it. Although her first orgasm had faded and her feelings tended to drop, the tension of the next phase was causing her to drip once more. she loved the fact that He knew how she worked and played upon it. A few moments later His feet touched her body, but she was unable to turn her head or do anything due to the chains. His hands pulled her along the floor until her cunt was close to His mouth. He began to drink her, licking between her labia, enjoying the taste of her juices and occasionally teasing her clitoris with His tongue. she began to awaken again. His hands gripped her thighs and pulled them apart to enable His face to get closer. He loved to breathe in her scent and it would remain within Him long after the evening would finish. He waited until her arousal was beginning to surge and then He began to undo the chains, leaving her hungry for more. Although the chains slipped off easily, He left her hands and ankles tied together, restricting her movements. He pulled her up and sat her upon His knees, hugging her close so that He could feel her warmth and see how she responded to His words.
"beauty, u have pleased Me many times with your body, which is your duty at all times." she nodded, this was nothing new. "I have given u the full collar to signify that u have now made your three holes available for My use. u have made yourself available for two girl training and stepped beyond your comfort zones for My pleasure. Now I am going to introduce u to a new aspect of pleasing Me. For this we will need to use the bath" she stumbled along the carpet, wondering how she would take to this new idea being added to her list of experiences, and as she knelt down upon the bath surface, He explained all. "I have taught u how to be a bitch girl for Me, haven't I beauty?" she nodded. There were times when this was very arousing to think about and other times when she wished they could just be having sex, it was so degrading. Nevertheless, she wanted to please her Master in whatever way He wanted to use her. her mind went back to the letter than she had written in earnestness on their first training night together. It had been easy to write at the time, but now she had to embrace the consequences.
"A dog marks his territory using his scent. We see other dogs walking along a path, sniffing out the territory as they go for their strolls." "u are My territory, beauty. I own u as My slave and use u as My slave. Now, like the bitch girl that u are, I am going to own u." He moved her hands behind her back, made her kneel and cuffed them together, along with her ankle cuffs. Now that she was unable to move in the bath, He climbed in opposite her and began to pee. It wasn't as bad as she had imagined whilst reading the story. The warm water trickled upon her breasts, and then away.
He smiled at her obedience. He had chosen her well from all of the other girls - she had a good heart. After finishing, He stepped out of the bathtub, undid her cuffs and instructed her to remain on her knees. she heard the sound of the shower once more, and soon her body was being washed in the warm jet. He enjoyed soaping her down, especially seeing her breasts and stomach covered in suds. As He washed her, He talked about how He had always imagined cleaning a girl before but had never done it. With beauty it seemed entirely natural. she was like a daughter at times in her innocence. "Good slave. u have pleased Me with your obedience. That is another step. There will be no more need to do that. u are marked as Mine now." After making her dry herself down as He watched, beauty stood patiently to be told what to do next. It was only a short session and she imagined that whatever came next would be the last thing...and she was right!
Climbing into bed, He pulled beauty in close next to His chest. she smelt lovely and clean. His eyes roamed her form, enjoying the way her soft skin contrasted with His own. He studied her face as He guided her arms to wrap themselves around His body. He was pleased with her. “During the week u asked Me hypothetically about what 24/7 slavery might be like. Well, it is difficult to describe, but I can tell u the physical element. In the morning u would wake up before Me, and go downstairs to make us both drinks. I would expect u to place Mine next to My side of the bed and then to slowly wake Me up with gentle kisses and caresses. After a few minutes of chatting, I would send u downstairs again to make the breakfast for us. I might feed u like a little girl, put it on the floor for u to eat as My bitch or let u eat as a slave.” beauty listened carefully, curious to know how the rest of the day would unfold.
“I work at home, so after kissing Me goodbye, I would send u on your way to work. I would leave u the washing up to be done later. Upon your return, I would expect u to remove your knickers, greet Me with a kiss, and for u to sit at My feet to tell Me the news of what u have been up to during your day, as I brush your hair. u would find that I listened a lot more than u realized. A lot more than u have previously known, beauty.” she nodded to herself inwardly. Sometimes the only way that she could make herself heard was to shout, and whilst that brought things to a head, it often was disregarded after the initial response.
“Listening to u would not mean changing to what u liked of course beauty. I just like to know everything that is going on inside your head and heart.” That thought concerned her. her thoughts and feelings were areas which she would shut out at times. But there was no denying that she liked to be held, stroked and cuddled. A silly thought crept through her mind. What of Mr F? she was sure that with this amount of touch, even that wouldn’t be a problem. He continued to explain how she would be used in the evening. her cookery skills would certainly flourish! There would be fewer meals out for a start, healthier meals and a lot more discipline with regards to her diet. This element of control would be exactly as she wanted it, she knew.
Laying her back upon the bed, He slipped His fingers between her legs as He continued to explain how life would be if she ever became a full-time slave. As her body responded to His touch, and His deion of taking her to meet other Masters and slaves at the local events, He made her kiss His mouth deeply and rub His cock once more. He enjoyed seeing her body respond to His fingers and lips. she was like a little girl, being awakened for the first time, each time they trained together. His mind knew that she could not be allowed to climax a second time too soon – she was still unable to focus upon His desires once a second orgasm had rippled through her form.
He moved her back to the floor and made her kneel upon the pristine white towel once more. He tied her cuffs together with one of the chains and then began to write. The first she knew about it was the sound of the lipstick container being opened next to her ear – for effect she was sure! Knowing that He was an artist made her wonder what He was drawing or writing upon her chest. It felt like words, but she was more concerned about maintaining her posture than to attempt to discern what exactly was being scribed upon her skin. Finally, after a few more photographs, her Master began to wipe away the lipstick, kissing her mouth as He did.
It was time for her to go, and she knew their training had come to an end once more. His fingers alighted upon the chain, but before undoing it, He decided to give her one more treat. It didn’t require much further touch, for her body was already aroused. He pulled her close with one arm, feeling her softness, like that of the little girl she had often been in His arms, and with the other, forced her to a climax. With her head close to His ear, she gasped and sighed, causing His cock to awaken once more.
Before allowing her to dress, He massaged her gently in oil, leaving her soothed and rested. He gave her a gift to use at home or work - a little visual reminder of who she was. He watched her leave the room before dressing…she was a very good girl.
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A door opens
you walk inside
There is no exit
Nowhere to hide
This place a confessional
your whispers sincere
the soul you reveal
each word with a tear
This room which was darkened
Is home to you now
The pain was a bridge
your surrender a vow
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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 deion 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 deion 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 deion 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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| Age: 35 |
| Little rock,
Arkansas |
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