Collarspace.com

Horizontal Line
Vertical Line
Horizontal Line

Horizontal Line

Georgiatos

Georgiatos - photo 1

Vertical Line

Looking to meet like minded people of different experiences. Kindness and sensitivity is an essential quality in everyone, but should be left at the door.

Horizontal Line

8/15/2011 5:46:18 PM

Trinity – Part 1 Provenance

 

Footsteps on the landing bring a moment of panic before I quickly set about doing what feels like a thousand things in the few seconds I have; quietly shut the drawer, rapidly put my trousers back on, try to find my shoes and trawl through the numerous excuses for why I’m here. Fear, sweat and more fear...and then the door opens.

She walks in emitting a casual sigh and makes two steps before she notices me (for there was no reason to expect that I would be in her bedroom) at which point she almost chokes on her sigh, stiffens her posture and changes her expression from surprise to suspicion as she struggles to determine her first question.

“What are you...” she says failing to finish, as her eyes drop to see my un-buckled belt, shoeless feet and bulge in my jeans.

Speechless, I look at her with regret and my last ounce of fear.

 

During the moment that passes I’m distracted for a millisecond by the soft satin of her knickers wrapped around my ass. My mind jumps back and forth from this to the excuses I will try to feed her, and the inevitable truth that I have been caught, almost literally, with my hand in her panty drawer.

 

“Sorry” is all I can say. “Um, I’m so sorry, I’ll leave right now...please don’t tell anyone about this and I promise it will never happen again.”

Slightly confused she asks “what will never happen again?”

I pause for thought, wanting to escape this scene without further exposing what I’ve been doing here...desperately searching my mind for the right words...

”It’s embarrassing and it never should have happened, but I must leave now and...I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“Not so fast” she says calmly and takes a step back towards the door, pushing it shut and then gently leaning against it, blocking my only route out.

“Why are your...wait, where are your shoes?”

I look to the ground, searching for my shoes. I turn my back to her as I look on the other side of the bed and take the opportunity to buckle my belt, hoping she won’t notice.

“Here they are” I confidently state and subsequently sit on the bed to put them on.

I stand up, apologise again and ask if I can leave. She takes a deep breath and having noticed my not-so-covert buckling of my belt, asks “why were your trousers undone?”

Stubborn and frightened I stand there speechless. Her eyes move towards her chest of drawers and stop. I follow her gaze and find out what caught her eye. For what feels like an eternity we both fix ourselves on the pink material draped over the top left drawer, preventing it from shutting tight. She walks towards it slowly, and carefully slides open the drawer.

Inside are numerous pairs of her knickers, ruffled and disorganised.

“Was this you?” she asks as she turns to look at me.

“I’m sorry” I respond.

She smiles and holds up the pink knickers; hipster style with a little bow at the front, clinging nylon material and seem running up the middle of the back, the ones which slip between your cheeks, less revealing but more appealing than a thong.

 “Are these what you came for?” she asks with her glossy lips and seductive eyes. “Don’t be shy, there’s nothing wrong with being curious”.

 

It began a year or so ago when I was 17 that I developed an interest in lingerie; the cut, the material and the way it hugs a woman’s body. In the absence of girlfriends with whom I could explore this interest I began to find opportunities to explore it on myself. Scouring women’s clothes catalogues for the underwear section, learning the different names for different styles and eventually attaining examples which I would wear myself.

This time I had gone too far. Whilst staying with my friend for the week, I took the opportunity to venture into his mother’s bedroom whilst she took him to tennis practice. I misjudged the time she would be away and what an error it was. Exposed I am, and worst of all, to such a close family friend.

 

Again I tell her I’m sorry, she sighs and tells me not to worry.

She walks away from the drawer, still with the pink panties in her hand and sits on the edge of her bed.

“Which ones do you like the best?” she asks, beckoning towards her drawer.

“This is very uncomfortable for me” I explain. And she quickly replies asking me rhetorically if I think it is comfortable for her.

“Come here” she says softly.

My head lolls back in an effort to refuse but my body shuffles towards her, knowing I hold no ground to be stubborn.

She undoes my belt and pulls down my trousers to reveal another pair of her knickers; the cream, satin, full-back panties which had previously cluttered my mind during the moment of intense fear. A moment which is passing...has passed...has turned into something else.

My erect cock bulges against the satin with pre-cum clearly visible. She laughs for less than a second, then smiles curiously and tells me to take off my shoes and trousers.

I try to appear reluctant but inside I’m overcome with erotic thought. She is attractive, there’s no doubt about that...and always has been. It’s not like I’d never noticed, not like I’d never fantasised about her before.

 

“Turn around” she softly instructs, and I do until I feel her hands on my thighs stopping me so she can inspect the way her panties hug my butt. Standing there I see my reflection in the full-length dressing mirror, the same view I had seen only 20 minutes before...when I was safe...and not quite so hard.

“So what do we do now?” she asks.

Shrugging my shoulders I turn to face her. As I relax my posture my left knee drops and my weight shifts onto my left side, my cock slides against the smooth material of her panties and releases itself popping its head out over the top of the material. Instantly we both notice and again what brings a smile to her face brings shame and fear to mine.

“Is this the first time you’ve done this?”

“No” I stammer.

“Is this the first time you’ve been caught?”

“Yes.”

 

She pauses, takes a deep breath and reaches forward to stroke the shaft of my cock through the satin. It twitches and pulses uncontrollably.

“We’ll have to do something about this I think, but before that you’ll have to do something for me” she confirms.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this” I beg.

“Don’t worry” she says, “this is our little secret”.


8/15/2011 5:45:46 PM

Swagger

 

I can’t believe I’ve pulled her.

 

I approach my flat with a swagger like I must be something special...because she certainly is and between now and the bedroom if I don’t do anything stupid this something special will be making me feel special.

 

I hide my trembling hand as I turn the key and unlock the door. I open, she enters. Taking her coat I offer her a drink. She pauses whilst scanning the living room and walks towards the closed door to her left. As she opens it slowly she requests a glass of water. I move towards the open doorway leading to the kitchen as she closes my bedroom door...without comment, emotion or conclusion.

 

Back from the kitchen with her glass of water I find her standing in the centre of the room looking at my pictures on the wall, books on the shelf and CD’s and DVD’s carefully stacked beneath the television.

I hand her the glass of water and take a seat on the sofa. She takes a sip and turns around to face me. Standing in her tighter than tight jeans and clinging, halter neck top she tells me that tonight she has something special for me. She tells me that I only have one chance to enjoy it, that this is a warning and that my pleasure is not her concern from this moment on.

Somewhat confused I respond affirmatively.

She backs up towards the wall and beckons me forward. I stand up and am immediately told to fall to my hands and knees.

I drop slowly and move a few paces towards her before she tells me to stop. She takes me by the hair and tells me to kneel. I move awkwardly not wanting to pull my hair from her hand and look up into her eyes as I settle myself. She pulls gently at my hair, moving my head from side to side, showing her intention to dominate me and proving her ability to control me. Her left leg steps forward towards me followed swiftly by her right until both thighs, bulging from her tight jeans, stand either side of my face. Still looking into her eyes she tells me that this is not for me and swiftly pushes my face into her crotch. She pushes me harder and rubs my face against the denim; I can feel the cold metal of the buttons and wish I had the strength to tear them open.

She tells me again, “this is the first and the last time you get this close”, “understand!”

“Yes” I say confidently.

She pushes my head back, lets out a deep breath and relaxes her body. She asks me what I want.

“Anything and everything” I say honestly.

She slaps me across the face and laughs before turning around to face the wall. Whilst stroking a hand across her voluptuous ass she asks me if I want it. I swallow and say “yes”.

She turns her face towards the wall, stretches her arms up above her head and pushes her body flat against the wall. Her ass, squeezed even more in this posture, sends shivers through my body.

She reaches down to grab a cheek with either hand, squeezes them taunting me even more before giving her left cheek a slap.

With a smile she tells me to get undressed.


8/15/2011 5:45:23 PM

Recurring Dream

I open the door and pause at the entrance, scanning the room from this corner. Fitted wardrobes line the far wall of this square room, memories pinned to the near right, a desk stands to my left and a flat, characterless bed protrudes from the opposite.

 

An array of small lamps illuminates the room offering different intensities of light upon the many decorations; photographs, musical instruments, plants and the abstract nudes. A chair masquerades as a clothes horse, whilst the retro television lies dormant. Carpets protect feet from the wooden floor and a thin white curtain fails to prevent the full moon from shining in through the balcony door and only window.

 

Silently I guide my partner by the hand and sit her on the near corner of the bed. I kneel down and remove her heels setting them to one side. I stand her up and remove her jeans revealing her smooth legs and sheer, lilac panties.

Her hard nipples press bra-less against her black t-shirt and I decide to disrobe her no further.

 

I stand her up and move around behind her with the rough material of my jeans against the bare cheeks of her bottom. She lifts her arms up and her hands stretch back to feel my face, grab my neck and encourage me to press against her further, to run my hands over her body and tantalise her skin. Our gaze is cast in the same direction towards the helpless body.

 

The top end of the rope is firmly attached to the ceiling; the other ties her crossed wrists. Further down a scarf acts as a blindfold and her mouth opens and shuts as her body squirms offering unconvincing attempts to loosen her bonds.

She is dressed in a white shirt tucked into a slim, black skirt stopping just above the knee. Black tights continue down to her shoeless feet.

My partner motions me towards the bed and I sit on the edge with the bottom of our toy facing me at eye level. She moves in front of the toy checking her, scanning her, but being careful not to touch her. Breath is the first caress.

She takes the toy gently by her hips and rotates her 180 degrees. Now standing behind the toy she slowly begins to unbutton her shirt offering me a little show. By now our toy can feel the breath on her neck, slim gentle hands on her body and the scent of a woman so close. Her squirming develops into writhing but my partner exerts careful force in order to undo the last few buttons of her shirt. Lifting her plain white bra up and over her pert little breasts, my partner cups them, gently squeezing them and brushing against her nipples.

 

Our toy; helpless, half-naked and starting to moan from the short, sharp pinching my partner has now started to inflict upon her nipples. My partner draws her hands down our toy’s body to her skirt. Feeling the slim cut against her thighs, her left hand takes the zip and draws it down her left thigh until it is loosened enough to fall to the ground. Bending down my partner lifts her legs guiding her feet out of the skirt and then slowly runs her fingers up the now visible stockings which cover the slim legs of our toy. A black lace thong matches the black suspender belt gripping her slim waist and feminine hips and my partners hands are let loose on our toy’s body...


8/15/2011 5:44:47 PM

She has me by the throat...

...not to suffocate, but to dominate. Her fingers wrap around the side of my neck, whilst her palm presses gently on my Adam’s apple. I arch my head back showing her, giving her my neck, this so fragile part of the body, proving my submission to her.

With her other hand she leaves a trail of control from my neck down across my chest, ignoring the inadequacy of my nipples for now, across my belly and down to my cock. Disregard for my most precious organ is clear as she ignores the opportunity to give me a little pleasure, but instead she continues towards my inner thigh. Here she stops...she knows me well.

 

It’s here that she knows she can inflict more than pain, she can create claustrophobia in this open room, here she can cause me great discomfort, see me writhe in anger and watch my muscles contract towards breaking the leather straps which keep me from making my own decisions.

 

To her I did submit and she has taken full advantage.

 

Tickle me she does and regret I do not.


Vertical Line

Horizontal Line
Horizontal Line
blkslaveremy
 
 Age: 29
 CALIFORNIA, California