Saturday Nigh

The back door was left open for her Lover to approach which he did, quietly. He could see her beautiful form through the downstairs window. He waited for her to disappear off with her daughter before letting himself in. Her kitchen was filled with the busyness of her day – piles of her boys’ washing, lists, the remains of sandwiches hastily made for her daughter’s all day dance group and a noisy dishwasher. Perfect to hide his movements he thought. He placed his belongings upon the floor and began to make his way to various points around the house where he deposited items for use later on.

She arrived back after half an hour and ran upstairs. Her eyes darted this way and that noticing the little things around the rooms but she wanted to be with him and the temptation to stop was less than the desire to begin their time together. He could hear the sound of her dressing upstairs and he began to imagine what she might look like in her pink n short n light outfit! He found his preferred hiding place and waited for her to arrive. It was only a few minutes later that she appeared and he took her by surprise…

…She lay in his arms panting, half wondering why she ever shared her fantasies. It made her so vulnerable. And yet she wanted to know, to know herself, to be consumed by his fire, to be loved in the midst of complete obedience. She had surrendered herself that little more and it filled her mind. There was pain and pleasure in a new concoction which she hadn’t foreseen. It took her Master to know how to guide her into his fantasies and she relished every act he’d made her do… the submission made her tremble with delight again. 

Now she lay in his arms and felt his chest rise and fall. She wanted to stay here forever but she knew that soon he would regain his strength, his Bruce would stir once more and they would continue. His fingers traced the outline of her lips and she sucked gently as he pushed them gently in and out. He smiled back at her with his eyes.

“I thought it was a dream to expect that of you Beauty. You are an amazing woman…” She smiled back at him and snuggled closer, wanting his words to continue that little bit longer. They dripped into her heart like honey, making her realise her true worth. She teased him as was her way and began to pluck the few grey hairs from his chest. He felt nothing, for his heart was still overwhelmed by their mutual fantasy. 

“Why didn’t you write it down for me Master? I would have enjoyed holding it in my mind and allowing you free reign in the corridors of my imagination.” He tugged at her pubic hair and pulled her towards him so that his mouth lay next to her ear. She heard his breath before he spoke. 

“It has to be that way my Love-Slave. I wanted you to experience it as you dreamt. It lived up to its title!” She sighed in his arms and thanked him with kisses. His body suddenly surged upwards and he stood up over her. He smacked her cheeks once more and she sat upon his knees. “Now, time for another of my favourite dreams! Do you remember what happens next Beauty?” She nodded and kissed his lips slowly, enjoying the way he touched her with his arms. It was soft and sensitive rather than the harsh way she’d relished in the first hour. She loved the contrasts of his personality – he could shift so quickly through the moods of love, just as she did!

She walked over to her wardrobe door and caught his eye looking at her beautiful back. She waited a few seconds, enjoying his appreciation of her naked form, before choosing her first outfit. “Close your eyes my Love,” she whispered, slowly pulling on her work clothes. They seemed different this time as she pulled the fabric over her skin. She had never dressed up like this with someone watching and anticipating a slow striptease. Her black bra pushed her breasts together creating a cleavage she was proud of. Their conversation made her smile… recalling memories of their moments together. When she was ready she stood close to his body and let him caress her through the outfit. She watched as his eyes took in her black top and grey trousers. His fingers felt the outline of her knickers covering her firm buttocks, detecting the lace trim and even the bow just above the top of her trimmed pubic mound. 

He instructed her to stand in the glare of the sunlight coming through the bedroom window and he began to snap her as she slowly undressed, pausing for effect, smiling at his eyes. Her fingers held each item of clothing in the air, before dropping it at her feet until only her white knickers remained. “I need you to remove them my Love. Will you…please?” His heart warmed to her request and he beckoned her to stand closer. He enjoyed watching as her hair was slowly uncovered barely inches from his face. His penis stirred once more and she gently stroked his hair whilst her knickers fell to the floor. Her lips were still moist from their first encounter and his tongue licked at her juices, enjoying the taste with its distinctive bouquet. She looked down at him, enjoying the way he appreciated everything about her. It was for the same reason that she enjoyed his mouth upon her breasts. There was something animal about being treated as a sexual indulgence, a grand passion without boundaries. The wildness excited her and she knew that there was nothing she could do to assuage his desires than to allow him to consume her with his love coated lust. It released her, enabled her to be fulfilled as his object of love.

“Now when I see you walking through the staff room, Beauty, I shall see you gradually peeling off your top and revealing those gorgeous breasts, before whipping off those smart grey trousers that keep you ever so professional. They’ll be as nothing on your legs. And then, when you are completely naked in my eyes I’ll watch as you bring yourself across the room and sit next to me knowing that in my eyes you are completely undressed!” She laughed and tugged at his arms.

“You man… maybe you aren’t led by your heart as much as I imagined!” He stroked her thighs, slowly teasing her with little forays towards her vulva. She responded so he persisted, enjoying the control his fingers had over her sexuality. She was so beautiful. It went beyond being a sensual attraction… their passion began at the level of the soul and crossed at the meeting of all their ways of knowing. 

“Time for the next woman of my dreams to appear! Which one was it this time?”

“Charlotte the Harlot as well you know!” He pulled her close as she smiled at his desires. Within minutes she was dressed in her most erotic outfit since being the French maid. She adjusted her stockings and watched as he lay upon the floor. As she turned to face him his penis began to rise at the sight of her slow dance. She moved like an artiste, demonstrating her obvious flexibility. His eyes tracked the way the clothes moved with her skin, painting an indescribable picture which filled his heart. She began to dance around him until her body was just above his head. Stepping across him she began to slowly bend her knees until her knickers were inches from his face. She could feel his breath between her legs as his hands stroked her clothed legs. She closed her eyes and savoured the sensation as his tongue began to move lightly upon the edges of her lace. Her legs almost gave way but somehow they held on, wanting more. His teeth began to pull back the fabric, allowing him to see her soft pink lips glistening with juice. Their scent was intoxicating. His hands moved upon her buttocks in circles and hearts as his tongue began to push through, upon her clitoris. 

She cold bear the distance no longer. She stood up again and watched him as he took his camera once more. Her knickers came off quickly and she stood over his eyes once more. This time she knelt over him so slowly he wondered if she would manage to control her muscles. As she came close his head met her skin. His tongue fell upon her clitoris, treating her like a delicacy to be tasted. Her body moved backwards, responding to his soft arousal, causing her hands to rest upon his thighs. His searching kisses moved along the full length of her blossoming lips. She allowed him closer and closer until he was inside. He drank her juice as it fell from her like wine. She was so aware… the intensity of light, the sounds of her breath in harmony with his, the sensation of being aroused… it was too much and she lay upon his thighs with her legs wide open. He drank in the picture and continued with his mouth until it was obvious she needed his cock deep inside.

“Sit upon me my Love,” he whispered. She could barely move, but she somehow managed to draw close enough for him to push inside. She felt the pressure on her walls, pushing against her, forcing her apart once more. Her eyes were upon his and she watched as his arms clutched at her back. She stared into his heart, taking note of every slight change in his eyes. She wanted more than his body… she wanted his soul. “If sex with a prostitute was like this, the queues would be long,” he murmured. She began to ask what he would do with a prostitute, how he would treat her and then their sexual game moved up a degree as she took the role of the oldest profession. 

After supper 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 havesomething else for our finale.”

“But I have a surprise too! Have you forgotten?” He smiled at her and listened as she explained what they would do!

 
MP

2023  
 
Chapter 1: Bedding  
 
What is it about beds, they are so moreish? Monday is that time of the week when they appeal even more. There's something about the texture of the sheeting and the cosiness which makes me regret six thirty all the more. I forced myself into the chill spring air and stared at my wrist. It was already abuzz with messages from people who should know better than at this private hour. I mean, what on earth do they get up to? The rest of the world sees the weekend as a time to rest and recharge whilst a minority of the human race, often referred to as managers can think of nothing else better than to leave countless targets and tasks to overwhelm before even the first slice of bread has been toasted. Idiots, the lot of them.  
 
I switched on the shaver and lay back in bed to listen to the she-mails first, work always sounds best from a woman's voice, more intimate, less threatening or real.  
'John, get back to me, there's something amiss with your invoice from last sunth. Don't be tardy.' I like Sarah, she is quick to the point, probably dominant by day, sub by night, or switchy. I placed the shaver back on it's port and watched as it burnt the bristles and left a pile of ash for Rita to deal with. I don't know what we did before robotic assistants?   
Something told me today was going to be good. I placed double the amount of paste on T.B. and set her off throughout my mouth. What gives me that feeling I wonder? Why is it some days most definitely feel like those to avoid whilst others are like open arms, inviting you to embrace wholeheartedly? Destiny? God? Some kind of whispering in one's ear from a divine source? All I knew was that either I needed to buy a lottery card or today I would meet the love of my life, which for a forty year old is something rather special.  
 
I picked at the scab on my elbow and finished off the mail. Nothing special, not even a reply from my favourite female. He-mail time now. Dull and boring as usual, except for one, the news summary. More rioting in Chelsea and Bradford. Typical. Just when we sort out all the international wars, this had to happen! No sooner had I swung into action and headed off in the direction of my Boris electric bike, than the alarms rang and the doors and windows sealed themselves shut. I picked up speed and headed into the nearest protection port. Although I could see everyone's eyes darting left and right in synchronisation with mine, I did begin to wonder whether one of the sweatier one's weren't only anxious at my arrival. I tried to make myself look charming, but one of the prettier girls obviously took it the wrong way so I moved myself back into the corner.

A quick scan around indicated the absence of bulging clothing or knapsacks, giveaways from the early part of the war. Nowadays the terrorists used flat packs which still set off the street alarms but were much harder to see. I used to pride myself at spotting a gay at twenty yards, but since the conflicts began they'd seemed to merge into the background. The same couldn't be said for the Muslims. With the banned hijab removed in public places unless both the man and woman wore it, under equality rules, their skin colour became an immediate target for racists who like to vent their frustrations in the usual bigoted way.

I began to breathe more easily when the sirens stopped along the street sides and a sense of normality resumed. What was that though these days when the roads could erupt into conflict whenever gay met Muslim and vice versa? If only they had agreed to work alongside one another and value their differences. So here we all are, our liberties removed, our technologies focussed upon protection, and the opportunity to go on my normal dominant way further inhibited. As I walked towards my stop I glanced up and down at each woman who walked past me. Most drew little attention, looking merely like the fashion icons they wished to imitate on the high street window cat walks. No, the one's who made me think were those whose clothing spoke of something more and the one or two in my day who brandished a symbol around their wrists or fingers. The collar had become outdated. It was too obvious these days, what with bdsm a common pass time for even Barbie and Ken. The true practitioners had to be a lot more subtle.

Like Freemasons of old who stood at right angles, and Christians in Rome who drew in the sand, we had become adept at displaying our self post Internet. It had to be clear and blurred at the same time, a double image which said two or three things. They always brought my mind awake and unlike some of the bland sexual generalisations of the early twentieth century, produced a magnetic response. I enjoyed the game. We all did. The symbols of our hearts were altered weekly to avoid drawing the wrong sort of attention from semi-fascist groupings, but for one another it was a connection. It was breathing. 

Do u want to serve Me?

Then u must deserve Me.

With words can u explain girl,

To make Me want to train girl?

She comes to My words

Like an animal to water

One day I hope to touch

Her skin as I oughta

Then from within her soul

And from within her mind

We'll both see the girl

She once left behind

x

I'll spank her clit hard

As I did once before

And as she writhes in agony

Will listen to her more,

her heart is now beating

her ass is blood red

And My hand is connected

To the girl I have wed. 

she wondered if My poetry

Was inspired by her form

her beauty and her words -

Who else but u dwelt in Me

Yesterday belonged with u

And I fell asleep next to ur skin.

x

I am the water

u are My water

I drink at your well

u drink at Mine.

Come dance with Me

Kamala

We have much to teach

One another.

I must await your arrival

Dream of your arms

Around My form

And sleep in your eyes.

x

I like to be viewed

And read by a pet

Theres one I admire

Her name is svet x

The falling leaves

I see your lips

The sunburnt skin

Graced by dresses.

And now alone

I walk past the places

Where we haunted

My darling.

I ll forever remember

The times together

When time was ours

To squander.

Tanned

As she walked through the door, breathing in the undisturbed home air, and gazed upon the doormat, her eyes noticed the now familiar writing of her colleague. I say colleague, but of course that description was insufficient to explain their connection as you will see. She picked the letter up along with many others and took them through to the kitchen table. After making herself a much needed decaffeinated tea she settled down to opening the mail, secreting his letter into her pocket for much later.

It was several hours before the house assumed the semblance of normality. All the bags were unpacked, the immediate tasks of washing and cooking complete and her family were set up with the mixture of recreation and tasks. With her mission accomplished she took a look in the mirror and wandered up to her bedroom to slowly open up her special letter. Her heart began to beat faster as she noticed tiny patterns on the envelope, so small only a careful examination would identify them. The envelope came apart easily to reveal another, but with an instruction on its surface… “Text me now and I will tell you what to do next.” She loved their games. There was something exciting in the fun of communication across time and space that made their intimacy more than purely hers or his alone.

Her hands typed a short message, “Back home. Tanned. Need you to inspect. Love you x.” There was a long wait which began to annoy her at first, but she knew how he would always reply as soon as he was free to. Temptation made her want to break the rule and tear open the second envelope but she wanted to be a good girl and not upset her Love. Patience had taught her that her body grew more receptive the more she allowed him to command and direct her feelings. Over an hour passed before her phone finally shared his message, “So glad you’re safe. Looking forward to hearing all your news. Inside letter is my fantasy for next time. Prepare yourself…I love you, Beautiful. X.” He enjoyed sharing his thoughts and plans with her, slowly revealing his hidden heart.

She was just about to peel back the unsealed flap when a second text lit up her screen. “Will you shake your head at me this time I wonder or will you give yourself to me completely? X.” She remembered their last encounter where he had explored her bleeding body with his hands and cock. The sensation of his fingers pressing into her brown hole made her feel odd and she had tried to resist, shaking her head at his, but she knew his desire was to own her completely. Her feelings were often at odds in this way. There were times when she wanted nothing more than to be his plaything, submitting to his secret passions. There were other moments when all she wanted was for her heart to be valued – hugs, words and kisses were enough. His text made her feel uncomfortable… and yet she knew how much he appreciated her.

Her mind was cast back to their last encounter. He had arrived through the back door whilst she was still putting her family to bed. His footsteps had been light and unnoticed over the din of bedtime rituals. He had laid out the flowers, the napkins for their meal, lit the candles and placed the bitter mints in the lounge. Then he waited for her, absorbing the smells of her cooking, the sounds of love echoing from upstairs and enjoying the signs of her organisation around the home. She had dressed herself for him trying hard to follow his guidance for their Italian event. She’d even asked him about her hair in the few hours before their evening began so that she knew a little more about his desires. As she’d crept downstairs her heart had beat faster. Where would he be? She’d looked in the kitchen and the music room. In her fear she’d switched the light on in the lounge, not wanting him to surprise her in the dark. Once she’d found him and embraced him with her hands the way he liked it (firmly behind her back) their conversation had been frank and honest – just how she liked it. Her heart had gradually opened as it always seemed to do, even when she wasn’t in the best of moods for his company.

Her heart was still dreaming of his touching as she opened the second envelope and found his story. She hadn’t had one for months. She began to stir between her legs once more. Her body wanted to be near him and she smiled as she read through his ideas and secrets. He was always pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable, typically. He had provided a list of necessary clothes once more: his usual interest in stockings had been added to with a set of garters for both of her thighs. He wanted them to be black and to wrap her skin tightly, just hidden beneath the edge of her skirt. This time though he wanted something lighter to toy with, and shorter. His eyes wanted to see it barely covering the top of the stockings so that each time she bent over he would see her tanned skin and vaginal lips…so, no knickers again! He could have thought of something more original she mused to herself. Over the top of her black silk camisole he asked for a blouse… so that she could slowly undo the buttons. There was no colour or type specified so she decided to text him about that later. He also wanted her to tie silk ribbons to her wrists and ankles. They needed to be half a metre long and then wrapped up so that they didn’t get in the way of the meal. Interesting…hmmm.

Now that she had a picture of herself in her mind she looked at the second page – the story. It was long. Just how she wanted it – no male fantasies involving a quick frolic and ejaculation. This was a slow and steady encounter over hours. He had sent it days in advance so that she could walk it through in her mind several times before being with him. Her servant heart wanted to please him, make him feel special and in charge of her form. She read the different pages with fascination. He was being much more daring with their love making. She wasn’t sure of some of his requests… as usual. He would have to firm with her if he was going to have his way this time she reflected. She placed the pages back into the envelope once again and made the supper for the family… but she was waiting for the dream to begin.

It was over a week before they saw each other again. They were their usual professional selves and she enjoyed wearing clothes to hug her body so that he could enjoy her outline in the staff room. She took care over her appearance more these days – selecting clothes which he preferred just as he did for her. Their mutual love through clothing went unnoticed to all except to one another. Texts flew back and forth through the days leading up to their time together until the night finally came. It was a Saturday when love was possible once more. She left the door unlocked and the food to be something he liked – a rich salad laced with sauce alongside a small fish and potato bake, topped with herbs and a light cheese. She had taken most of the afternoon buying the food and table decorations, before preparing it for them both. A red wine was set out and a full glass provided on his place. She knew that he probably wouldn’t want it all, but there was a desire within her to see him move from a medicinal approach to the drink through to her pleasurable relish.

After putting her daughter to bed she went into her bedroom and began to redress. She’d had time to purchase a new pair of stockings which went higher up her thighs. The finishing touch was the garters which she lined up with the base of her new black skirt. They were tight to put on. Finally she wound ribbons around her wrists and ankles, tucking them in so that they didn’t fall into the plate. She brushed her hair one final time, applied a fresh layer of lipstick and slowly went downstairs.

He was nowhere to be seen. On the table were the flowers he’d bought her and a small wrapped gift. She fingered it lightly and felt his hands on her shoulders. She knew it was his arms as he cuddled her from behind, enjoying her small form within his embrace. “So nice to see you Beauty,” he whispered softly into her ear, before kissing her neck. She turned and returned his affection, enjoying the warmth of his lips and the softness of his clean shaven face. She sighed as she felt the stiffness of his cock pressing against her clitoris through the fabric.

They began to chat about their holidays, enjoying the little moments each had experienced apart. There were the disappointments, the mundane hours and the exciting experiences to relate. As they savoured the meal the closeness of their hearts was restored and each began to feel the depth of love the other held them in. By the time it had been cleared away their hearts were full. She took the plates over to the dish washer and bent over. He watched as her skirt rode up her thighs and revealed first the garters and then her wet lips. She hadn’t used cream since their last adventure and her hair was beginning to frame her once more. He was keen to take her there and then, but he waited until she had completed all her jobs. She walked over to the clear wall by the door, raised her arms into the air and closed her eyes.

That was the sign. In its simplicity it was the most gorgeous thing to do – no words, no fight, just complete surrender. He took her hands and began to pull them upwards until she was at full stretch whilst he pressed the full weight of his form against hers. The effect was immediate. Not only did her breathing change and her lips dance with his, but her nipples began to press through her top. He began whispering affectionately to her heart, enjoying her body whilst his eyes scanned her aroused form. As his hand passed across her breasts she wondered when he would undo the ribbons and tie her together, as he had previously.

“Do you want to see my tan lines?” she teasingly asked, knowingly full well that he would be pleased by her suggestion. As he smiled with his eyes she began to pull up her skirt until he could see where her bikini bottoms had hugged her body. The line sailed so close to her lips and then framed her pubic heart which he had lovingly created. She moved her legs apart and he heard the sound of her wet lips separate - the most erotic kiss. He took her wrists once more and began to taste her juice with his tongue. As it alighted upon her organs, her body rose in sympathy. She moaned as he flicked up and down, gripping her wrists firmly. She pushed her body towards his mouth, enjoying the deft touches he was able to give her. His hands squeezed her tiny wrists tightly until they hurt and she began to feel the combination of sensations – pain and pleasure. He had tapped into her body’s extremes so quickly.

His tongue finished on her clitoris and he slowly nibbled and kissed his way up her body until he was inches from her ear. “Take off your top and skirt slowly as you dance for me my lovely.” He switched on the music, sat upon the chair and watched as her beautiful form began to sway back and forth in time to the rhythm. “I love to see your passion through your dancing. You are so pretty, so beautiful.” She moved towards and away from him, dangling her clothing teasingly across his lap. He liked her teases. She turned around and displayed her buttocks, waving them temptingly in his direction. His hand moved quickly and she felt a sharp smack upon her smooth skin. She turned and looked sadly at him whilst her bottom continued to dance. “That hurt my Love. You do love me don’t you?” He smiled at her cunning bravado. As her cheeks moved closer again, he painted them red. Her hands rubbed her reddened skin so his left hand took them away whilst he continued to make her feel the strength of his right hand. After a few minutes she turned back to him, choking back the tears, and sat upon his lap, allowing him to enjoy the taste of her breasts.

“You are such a good girl my Love,” he whispered as he kissed her ear lobe.

“I want to please you Master,” she dared to say his name to his face and he smiled at her recognition. “Did I please you?” Her voice was hesitant and he saw how uncertain she was.

“You pleased me like a good girl.” Her eyes smiled at him and he knew instantly that it was time to take her trust further, to see how much she wanted to please him. “Come with me,” he breathed and pulled her into the lounge where the fire was burning cosily. “Where are the scarves?” She gave him all seven, nervously. He saw her reluctance and was unhappy at her lack of trust. “There’s no need to worry my Love. You should know that I’d never hurt you by now.” She apologised and he began to bind her wrists tightly whilst kissing her fingers and arms. Her imagination began to consider what he intended to do with her. Would he take advantage of her and rape her as he had once suggested, forcing her wet lips apart and pulling her hair? Her heart began to beat faster as he took her to the sofa and made her lie over its comfortable arm. She found it gentle but her heart’s fear began to take over. “Don’t hurt me my Love.” He found her continued fear too much and placed a scarf over her lovely lips. Now she was his.

His hands tied her ankles together loosely before he stood upon the remainder which fell upon the floor, pushing her legs apart until the ribbon was taut. She was completely his and he began to whisper exactly what he intended to do with her. It was slow and precise and by the end of his description he could see her body rise and fall in anticipation. He gently licked her lower lips, enjoying her distinct flavour. His fingers stroked up and down, allowing him the opportunity to enjoy their redness. They reminded him of two flames suspended, waiting to burn upon touch. He knew that she was urging him to become more forceful in his touch and he enjoyed this game. As the fingers pushed upon her wet pussy they pinched and pulled, opening to reveal their pink secrets. Pulling them apart his tongue began to circle her vagina, drinking in the taste and sensing her pleasure at his attention. “You are so beautiful my Lovely. I want you so much. I’ve missed you so much.” His eyes alighted upon her round buttocks which had gone decidedly white.

As he struck upon her skin the trace of his fingers were left behind. Then he kissed her deeply, allowing her time to revel in the softness of his mouth upon her fanny. He repeated this process over and over again until he could see that she was becoming desperate to feel his hard cock penetrate. Undoing the scarf across her mouth he heard her sighs clearly. His full weight pressed upon her body as he leaned over to her ear and whispered again. “Are you ready my Love?” She nodded her head as if still unable to speak and he pulled back to gaze upon her beauty once more. Her sweet skin and slender waist led his gaze to her succulent buttocks and then on to her moist lips which almost seemed to say please… “Choices…your body is so available, so ready, but which colour do I pick this time… pink or brown?” Her head turned suddenly and she looked deeply into his eyes. There was a pleading look at his, but he had already decided. His fingers began to touch her buttocks, massaging them until they made their way to her clitoris. She relaxed as he began to rub her into an immediate ecstasy. His other hand enjoyed her breasts, falling into his palms, before moving onto her back, travelling down her spine, between her cheeks and circling her brown hole. She felt his penis press against her wet lips and urged him in. His tip began to enter, pushing her apart, pressing upon her sensitive walls, whilst at the same time…

…his fingers massaged her buttocks, pulling them gently apart and allowing them to enfold him. Her sighs grew stronger as he pressed himself closer, penetrating her deeper with each thrust as his dry organ moved effortlessly into her wet embrace. Her body, restrained as it was, began to dance with his rhythm, echoing his feelings for her. There was another way of speaking as each Lover sensed the rise and fall of passion through their connection. His hands clasped her thighs, pulling her tighter as he welcomed her lips over his fullness. There was no dryness now, just a smooth intertwining as befits the loving heart. She had forgotten her fears and was enjoying the intimacy of their touch. She wondered why sexual chemistry wasn’t taught at school, not as a science but as a modern language so unspoken. His nails traced the full circumference of her thighs, until they began to touch her open lips. Nails gave way to his sensitive tips, pressing the folds around his penis, arousing them both. She felt his fingers pulling at her pubic hairs, penetrating alongside his pole, forcing her further open.

She wanted his deeper attention to fall upon her clitoris which had been gradually stimulated by being pressed against the curves of the sofa. As she looked into his eyes his heart knew immediately that she was ready to go further. He pulled her whole body towards his until his hands were fully between her thighs. With each stroke of his fingers his free hand clutched at her hair, pulling it towards his heart. Her sighs and cries increased as he tugged at her extremes, allowing her occasional respite so that she might regain her composure and breathe slowly again. Her hands wanted to play with his body, teasing and arousing him; her legs longed to be pressed against his firm thighs but she knew that she must wait for the right time, his time. The sensation of being held, at the loving mercy of her Lover’s desires, unable to resist his every touch caused ripples of pleasure up and down her inner passages. Her head was awash with sensations of release she was only familiar with when under the influence of too much good wine. She didn’t care how he saw her or felt her anymore… she was his and she welcomed his control.

His touch receded and she began to wonder what was about to happen next. “Time for a game my Love,” he whispered. She loved games, especially when they involved an element of the unknown. His hands untied her wrists slowly as he teased her with the instructions. “You may pick what happens next from a list of six possibilities, but… I know which they are and in which order they come. I will not tell you the order but I will tell you what pleasures await you… if you would like to know?” He sat upon a floor cushion and she sat upon his lap, nestling close to his erection which she could see for the first time.

“I would like to know,” she replied, taking hold of her new found freedom by hugging him closely to her needy chest. He enjoyed this passion being expressed. She was his every dream – not only willing to surrender but intensely sexual herself, which seemed to be so unlike the story of women throughout the world. Her fingers teased at his back, relishing his muscles and bones in her hands. Her eyes were slightly bowed towards his face, full of fire. “I would like to know…please.” Her voice became sweet to his ears for she spoke as if the little girl in her heart were reaching out to him, urging him on.

“Well…one possibility is that you may sit upon my cock facing away from me whilst I slowly touch your clit, rubbing you and holding you until your whole body trembles on top of mine. Would you like that my Love?” She nodded eagerly kissing his lips in her beautiful way. “Another possibility is that you would follow my instructions during love making. I would tell you exactly what to do whilst at the same time arousing you… I would like that one.” She expressed her agreement at the idea, which he knew already, for her whole being was an act of pleasing him. It was good when their mutual fantasies overlapped he thought! His eyes stared into hers as he related the next, searching for her response from her soul. It is said that the face is a doorway to the heart, in particular the eyes, for they reveal the inner most thoughts and feelings which words may often mask. “The next possibility is that you would be taken to the bedroom and tied to the four corners of the bed face down. There I would arouse you and take you to be my own.” There was a look of uncertainty when he mentioned the face down element, but she nodded in agreement at the idea. He was pleased at her response so far, but he wondered if she would start shaking her head at him over the final few choices. He hoped that she would be a good girl and embrace each new idea, but he knew from past experiences that she sometimes required his firmness in order to press on.

“My next idea would be to let you hide from me anywhere in the house. Hide and seek… yes. Then when I find you I will please myself with you in whatever way I choose. I will not try to please you at all. It will be focussed upon me. It may last for a few minutes, or go on and on.” He could see that she was more willing for this fantasy than he had imagined she might be.

“I want you to enjoy me. I want you to take pleasure from me. I hope that you enjoy yourself normally?”

He sensed her lack of affirmation and the uncertainty which he had created. “I do Beauty. This game is focussed upon me though, rather than you. You may enjoy it, but that will not be my primary aim. I will use you to please me. I will take your body for my own gratification.” He could see from the rise and fall of her chest that she was enjoying his description of this. He hoped that she would make that choice. He had explained four of the possibilities and her body wanted the others to be equally exciting. She was so open, so wet. His words were so sweet to her ears. She had waited for this game ever since reading it all those weeks before and now it had finally arrived. She held his penis in anticipation of the last two for their remembrance sent pleasure through her being.

“The fifth choice is that I play the game of traffic lights. You have three beautiful orifices for me to choose from. I name each of them with a colour and then you have to choose two of them for me to come into.” He could see that this was the hardest choice so far as it meant that not only were her mouth and fanny open to his penis, but also her anus, which she was reluctant to share. She kissed him again anyway, slowly rubbing his erection in her the palms of her tiny hands.

“And the last?” It was a shame that there was only one more to be related. Games filled her with nervous excitement… the equivalent of Christmas for adults, although the presents in this case were rather different!

“This is the one I call fancy dress. I know that you like dressing up for me, so we will go upstairs and choose various outfits for you to put on. After you have dressed for me, you will slowly take them off as we make love around your bedroom. Then I will choose another outfit until I have loved you in a whole range of clothing in a whole range of ways. I especially would like to love you in your school outfit so that each time I see you wearing it I can remember peeling it off your pert body, see it sliding down your arms and thighs so that each day in the staff room I can mentally repeat the whole experience.” He could see that she liked the idea too for she was at heart a woman who liked to dress up for the sheer pleasure of looking nice.

“Can I pick now?” she asked, keen to keep their intimacy moving on. He nodded. “I pick…”

“There is one more choice that I didn’t let you know about.” He paused and saw that she welcomed his interruption. “Option seven is that you let me choose. So let me know what you want my Love.” He could see her eyes light up at his last suggestion, but he didn’t mind which choice she went for. His greatest pleasure was to be with her for as long as was possible…

She thought about it for only a few seconds before looking deeply into his eyes. “Lucky seven Master!” She breathed the words slowly and they penetrated his mind like a drug. She really said it. His cock was rock hard in her hands. He began to think through the choices as he took her in his arms and hugged her. Her eyes met his and she looked at him plaintively. “Will you give me a magic word in case I need you to stop?” He smiled back and tried to sort that one out too. He could make it humorous… someone’s name.

In the end he chose a simple word. “Use ‘surrender’ my Beauty. It’s a beautiful idea and entirely suitable to bring the game to an end. But you do realise that I’m not trying to hurt you.” She nodded trustingly but inside she felt insecure about placing her body in the care of a man who wanted all of her. It was one thing to read it in a book, or fantasise about it on her bed, another to allow it to happen! Their journey so far allowed her to take this step of faith with confidence.

He looked into her eyes as he described his choice. “I like all of the options my Heart. They all fill me with desire knowing that I’ll be doing them with you. I think that the one which most excites me is the idea of controlling you… having you as my love slave. I have imagined this day for months and months. Knowing that I can do anything with you, a willing blessing, fills me with the greatest pleasure.” He stood up and walked to the door of the lounge. “Come with me upstairs my Love.” She obeyed instantly and he took her hand as they walked up the stairs. She wondered what he would ask her to do next and began to imagine all sorts of ways he might like to be pleased. Her nipples were erect and she wanted him to be inside her now, but knew she would have to wait.

In the bedroom he turned to look at her body. She was stunning and he wanted to keep the memory in his mind. “Kneel down my Beauty and come to me on your hands and knees.” When she sat in front of him he stroked her hair. “You are such a good girl. I’m going to reward you now with my cock in your mouth. I want you to be very good and let me control the thrusts. I want you to use your tongue to swirl around the head, arousing me and stirring me. If I come I want you to swallow me.” She nodded at the end and opened her mouth eager to have him back inside. He gently placed his man on her tongue, allowing her to begin to lick and stimulate him. He took her beautiful hair in his hands and pulled her back and forth so that he pushed inside enough but not too deeply. His body shuddered as he experienced waves of pleasure. He had his beloved pleasing him. His eyes wandered from the top of her flowing hair to their reflection in her bedroom mirrors. She was so pretty. Her long tresses fell upon her shoulders and around her cheeks. Every once in a while he made quick shallow thrusts which heightened his feelings. After what seemed like a few minutes but was probably much longer he pulled himself out and helped her to her feet.

“You know what I want more than anything else?” She smiled at him and shook her head with her little girl eyes pleading innocence. He whispered into her ear and she shook her head at him with tiny tears in her eyes.

“I don’t want you to do that…” He sat on the edge of the bed and ordered her over his lap. She could see that he wasn’t pleased by her response, so she lay in submission. His hand struck her cheeks until they were sore and the tears fell down her sweet face.

“Now my Beauty, I don’t want you to do that again. You’ve always promised to be my good girl haven’t you?” She nodded.

“I’ll do anything but please don’t bite my lip or put your man in my anus Master…”

“I’ll do what I want…Master wants, Master…”

“Gets…” She knelt over her bed. She had prepared herself for this moment – to lose her second virginity had first worried her, but as she relaxed, it had excited her. She felt his comforting hands soothe her red buttocks. They took some of the sting away. He began to rub her entrance with a cream to make the entry smoother and gentler. She began to become more restless and for a few seconds her heart beat in her mouth. She wondered whether to use her magic word now. It was reassuring to know that no matter what happened her Master would abide by the rules of the game. It gave her the confidence to try something beyond her interest. Suddenly her body was filled with an intense sense of satisfaction. She was allowing him to do something with her body which she took no pleasure in, but from which he would derive the greatest satisfaction. This sense of self-sacrifice was important. Her body was overwhelmed with a flood of relief and as she relaxed, the tightness of her anus visibly subsided.

He approached her gently, beginning with his soft tip pressing in. With the cream there was no sense of friction or pain. It all happened so easily this time and soon he had filled her. She didn’t find it arousing at first, but then his fingers moved onto her clitoris and she was back in her own territory. Her heart was experiencing such diverse feelings she found herself trying to understand what was going on within her soul. There was the now familiar stimulation of her most precious lady. The sting of her buttocks was intense as his thighs pushed against them; his entire body rose and fell upon her base. Then there were his words of endearment, touching her mind like water crashing upon a beach, whilst inside her in a new way there was his man enjoying himself as her inner walls pressed tightly against his skin. She allowed him to continue, not wanting to use the word lest she miss the next glorious event. She would be his she decided, come what may. He must be Master… not her.

His penis slowly withdrew and he went to the bathroom to clean him before returning. “You’ve blessed me with all of yourself, my Heart, so now I want to bless you. Come close and sit on me whilst I hold you tight.”  Her heart which had been so confused melted at the words. She had come through to the other side and he was showing her his love, his full love.

“Thank you Master, I love you.” He smiled with his eyes and guided her beautiful body down. He enjoyed the change of perspective as she sat upon him. Having been relatively distant on the bed she was as close as was possible. Her little form rocked gently before his finger passed across her breasts and traced a line over her torso until it met her throbbing vulva. He was back inside her, home. She arched her head back, allowing his lips to taste her neck. This time she felt fully alive as her clitoris, breasts and nape all sang in harmony. His arms held her tightly and his fingers occasionally pulled at her left nipple. This tenderness grew alongside the trembling inside her whole body. She had to sigh to manage her feelings. Sighs gave way to moans as he felt her body rise to a crescendo. She rippled against his, squeezing his penis with each contraction of her muscles. Her body relaxed against his, enjoying his embrace and security.

“But what about you?” she inquired almost ashamed that she had forgotten about him.

“I’ve saved myself up for now Beauty. Don’t worry.” He looked at her eyes, so different now that she had enjoyed herself. Just follow me… I have something else for our finale.”

One

It was the text that did it. As he sat in his classroom working on the last few remnants of the weeks’ marking his mobile bleeped. He presumed it was a message from home, but to his delight he realised it came from his naughty girl. Now readers, you may wonder what this term might mean, as it has all manner of connotations. That is its very point! Its lack of definition is its freedom. The text was quickly scanned – “Coming now… get ready! NG X”. His heart began to beat in anticipation. Ever since he had discovered that the affection he had for his colleague was mutual, his life had changed for the better. Tonight was another opportunity to touch and be touched by his amorous love.

He waited by the window where she always liked to park her car and watched her straighten her clothing, take a final look in the mirror, before getting out. Her clothes were difficult to see in the twilight. She wore a variety of get ups and sometimes even costumes for their encounters. As her body moved towards the door which he had left open he saw that tonight she was wearing his favourite clothes – she knew how to please as well as tease! Under her unassuming coat was a loose black top which covered a dark vest. Without a bra it meant that her beautiful nipples pressed through lightly. Tonight they were firm. His penis began to harden. She was intent. He was further convinced of this because of her skirt. It was a long, soft skirt which allowed the lingerie to press through and describe her exotic form. She liked to dress up. It was very girlie she said, but he knew that she liked to arouse him, to be in control of his emotions…

She walked through the door and met his eager gaze. He handed her a note which she read whilst he closed the door and stroked her back. She began to smile as she discovered what experience awaited her. There were no words, just a wink, and then she dropped her coat onto the floor and disappeared into the darkness. He knew where she had gone. She was a good naughty girl. She knew how to please. 

After hanging her coat over her chair he walked towards the pre-arranged place. Tonight it was the staffroom. As he walked through the door he took in the full experience. Candlelight danced over her body. She was turned away from him, deliberately so. She waited without fear, listening for his footsteps. He drew closer and saw how she was bending over the table top, arms resting lightly, breathing excitedly as his first touch drew near. She had hoisted her skirt up so that he could see her suspenders and stockings. He knew she was eager but she refused to turn round or look. She liked to play the game and taste every sensation. Would he gently touch her labia, pinch her buttocks or tell her to prepare for a spank she wondered?

The first touch was almost imperceptible. His index finger lightly stroked her buttock, writing words she could read. Her breathing became deeper as his finger began to move over her panties and then over her labia once. Just the once. She wanted more, but it was time for something different now.

“You’ve been naughty my lovely.”

“I know.” She loved these little dramas. She was the queen of acting and was only too willing to play his little games. She found them fascinating and very revealing. She used a voice that entranced him, a sort of helpless tone used whenever she was in trouble. “You better sort me out.” She waited. The seconds ticked by and it seemed like nothing would happen and then it did. His hand which could be so tender spanked her right buttock. She felt the pain ripple through her body and tried not to move. The mixture of pain and pleasure was exquisite. He paused again and she wondered what he might be thinking. Was he concerned?

“Don’t stop…” she urged quietly and then to satisfy herself asked, “Are you hard?” He hit her cheek again, several times, until she cried out in delicious pain and he knew there was only one more spank left. The last was always the hardest and he struck firmly. She cried out again and waited for the comfort. Her hand went towards his and she pulled him close and gently rubbed between her damp thighs as he bent over her black panties which cover her slightly reddened cheeks. He kissed them lovingly (tasting her scented body wash), before taking the rim of the lingerie in his teeth and slowly pulling them down until the first sight of her damp, pink labia appeared. He breathed in deeply, drinking in the aroma of her wetness. As he blew cool air towards her lower lips, she moved them towards his face until they momentarily met his tongue. His heart began to beat so hard as he moved up to her smooth back, stroking her stocking wrapped thighs as he moved, tenderly kissing her spine whilst pushing her see-through blouse up with his dry tongue. Now his soft hands began to lightly dance to the side of her body, weaving this way and that as they circled and played with her sweet flesh. He finally arrived at the buttons, pausing only to cup her breasts lightly, before undoing her top for only the second time. By now she was beginning to sigh and rub her buttocks against his legs, urging him on. In her mind she was thinking¸ “No…Yess…No… Yesss…” Her mind was reeling, her senses were acutely aroused. She knew her body was responding to his caresses and to the nearness of his body. Her heightened senses were screaming more…more…though her head was still telling her to stop…stay in control! She turned to meet his eyes. He read her look of uncertainty before lowering his gaze to look at her naked breasts as she removed her top. Her nipples responded to his gentle stroking and her own hands reached beneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his soft skin and firmness of his shoulders. Her breathing was quite heavy and she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him for much longer…

His hands guided hers from his chest down, down until they nestled over his excited penis, pushing through his trousers. She began to caress it, to love him through the folds of the material as his eyes stared back into hers and as he continued to lightly push the underside of her enlarged breasts. Her hands slowly undid his belt and she teased him with a quick foray into the top of his pants, running her fingers around his head. He was gasping as she undid his buttons, kissing his lips lightly before moving down his trunk , licking his belly button as if it were an excited member, and then knelt before him breathing heavily whilst he ran his hands through her hair. Her mouth kissed through the cotton fabric, first up and then down as he almost forgot where he was. After pulling down his pants to his knees, she opened her mouth.

She lightly ran her tongue over the tip of his erect manhood. His intake of breath was sharp and sudden as she cupped and caressed his scrotum, teasing the end of his love pole again with the underside of her soft, wet tongue. His knees felt weak. He was finding it difficult to stand so she guided, then pushed him down into one of the lower staff chairs. His eyes rolled and his murmurs grew louder as she removed his shoes and trousers to reveal a completely naked lower half. Her small, searching hands pushed along and between his thighs where they found their treasure and grasped firmly but gently the base of his penis.

As she knelt between his legs their eyes met briefly again and she knew he was willing her on. Swiftly and deftly her tongue was again circling the tip of his penis. She kissed with butterfly touches along the shaft of his erection. With small pulsating squeezes she massaged the base of his penis. He moaned involuntarily. As she took the tip of his manhood into her mouth she could feel him tighten and grow further. Sucking gently, she began to slowly work her lips down the full length of his penis – her tongue circling and tasting this most vulnerable part of his being.

He was overwhelmed by the moment, but he held onto his cum, not wishing to ejaculate too soon. There was still so much pleasure to come and he wanted to taste the whole experience together. He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders and she knew it was time for her pleasure. She looked into his eyes a last time with his shaft still inside her warm, wet mouth and sucked hard as she slowly pulled away. The first taste of seminal juices wet her lips and she licked them in a slow deliberate manner. Her nipples were beautifully taut and brushed his knees as she stood before him. He gazed at her beauty – her eyes looked longingly at his. Her arms were raised behind her head, pulling her breasts upward. He was scanning her form and she enjoyed every gaze of his eyes. His look moved down towards her pubic hair as if he were peering through to see her tender clitoris which was calling to him. He touched her suspender belt, running his fingers along her waist, feeling her delicate skin. His eyes were captured by her body which was now moving towards him.

His hands were around her waist now, gently pulling her down onto the chair beside him. Her hands, encircled around his neck, began stroking the base of his soft hair line and massaging the tops of his tense shoulders. Because her arms were raised he had free access to her small but perfectly formed pert breasts. His hands cupped them gently, playfully tweaking her already taut nipples.

Their lips met and their tongues began searching. Tender and light were these first loving touches but he soon became hungry and driven to be that much closer to her. Pushing her backwards with his mouth across hers and his hands supporting her head and shoulders she lay across the two chairs, enjoying the intimacy of his naked form upon hers.  Her skin was tingling with excitement – skin on skin – she knew she had melted in his arms.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes allowing him to cover her face with delicate, light kisses aware of the aching feeling below her stomach and her rising juices.

His kisses continued down to her breasts while his hands stroked her tender buttocks. She winced in pain when he pressed her right cheek a little too hard. “You hurt me,” she whispered in her innocent little girl voice which he had come to adore. He lifted his head to look at her face which was staring back at him, open and vulnerable. He tried to caress the buttock again but he could see her eyes well with tears and her head turned away.

Overcome with a sudden pang of guilt he turned her chin to look at him once more – “I’m sorry,” he cooed. “I can make it better… let me.”

His body drew near to hers again and he began to whisper tender words into her tiny ear. The words flowed and reassured her of his affection. He soothed her with his tight arms. For a moment his penis began to fade, shocked out of the romantic intimacy they had been enjoying. Her body felt it immediately and her compassion went out towards him. Her hand moved from the warmth of his back, down his spine and gently rubbed until a full erection pressed again into her waist. Their eyes met again and there was a mutual look of anticipation. She began to rise a little so that her clitoris drew nearer to his shaft. Her tiny movements along his stem produced mutual ripples of pleasure and their kissing became deeper, slower, as time seemed to be no more. His hand moved through her carefully trimmed pubic hair until it met the opening of her vagina. She was wet and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would be pressing her body closer. Her mouth opened, but there were no words, only the sound of her whispered breathing, panting, as she responded to his delicate touches. His finger moved lightly, pressing slightly, then releasing. She rose and fell with each touch. Her hands lost their grip and her breathing became shallower. All thoughts of control disappeared now as her body relaxed into the pleasurable sensations she longed for.

“I want you!” Her words excited him greatly. He loved the way she responded to his touch and the command he ultimately had over her emotions. He smiled , gazing deeply into her eyes which were glistening pools of love. It was his turn to tease and as he traced the outer edges of her vulva he replied – “I know… but you must wait my sweet.”

He loved the warm, wet, soft velvety feel of the skin around her vagina. His firm, but gentle stroking was causing her to moan and writhe with anticipation. “Please,” she begged.

Her open vagina was awash with love juice. Her excited pussy made him intensely aroused. His swollen penis was desperate to receive its satisfaction inside the welcoming warm, moist folds of her womanhood, but he needed to quench his curiosity first.

“Soon!” His voice was husky, full of emotion. He loved playing with her, aware of his control. He sat back, stroking her thighs, then pushing her knees apart further.

“No… no don’t,” she called, and he could hear the panic in her voice as he looked up at her self conscious expression.

”You are beautiful, why won’t you believe me?” His reassuring, soothing tones and the stroking of his soft, searching fingers allowed her to relax once more. He lowered his head to inspect her shining jewel. It was a magnificent sight. Her red, swollen lower lips had parted and lay open, wet and ready to welcome him in. He sighed with appreciation at the sight before him, absorbing every detail, mentally photographing it for future reference!

He pulled the skin up at the top of her opening tight, to reveal her extended love button. Lightly… so lightly his tongue flickered across her clitoris, causing her to cry out with delight. “Don’t stop,” she urged. “More!”

She really was an enigma. So coy and proper on one hand then so loose and erotic on the other. He was pleased he knew how to enhance her desire for pleasure. Her hands stroked his shoulders, grasping, wanting, responding to his touch. He listened carefully to her movements as his tongue tasted the juices and enjoyed the sight of her body responding to his intimate kisses. Her vagina was opening and her body was sighing deeply. They knew that a climax was coming and their eyes met once again.

He gently pulled her to the floor of the staffroom, allowing her to rest her head upon his hand. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her upwards. She kissed his neck passionately, then his chin until finally arriving at his lips. Her tongue went in deeply and her thighs began to wrap themselves around his. Her fingers found his penis, and after quickly stroking him, guided him to her vulva. This was it. Her heart, his heart, beating and moving as one. Her lower lips were wet, and he slipped in smoothly. First came his head, touching her sensitive walls, forcing them further apart. Her kisses were replaced with sighs. He began to touch her nipples, no longer lightly, but pressing firmly as each responded deeply. Her neck arched backwards as the combination of stimulation in her upper and lower body danced through her body. He began to bite her shoulders lovingly. His penis was going deeper, until it reached its fullness. Her vagina was full of him. Each organ responding, feeling sensations. She began to grasp at his back in ecstasy, urging him in. He moved his body slightly upwards, rubbing his pelvis into the skin above her clitoris. His hands were pulling on her nipples now as she approached her orgasm. His body couldn’t believe the feelings being stirred up within. He grasped her buttocks and began sliding his hand between her cheeks. She responded to his firmness as he pulled her towards him, his fingers brushing and briefly penetrating her tight, brown hole. She had never experienced this before and was confused. All three of her orifices seemed to be alive and asking to be touched. He slid in deeper on both sides, pressing through her soft flesh until he could even feel the small movements of his penis through her walls. Even though she was enjoying this new experience she wanted to focus upon her familiar pleasure.

She pulled him on top of her and threw her arms above her head. He held onto her right arm, pinning her to the floor. She stared back into his eyes briefly before closing them with moans of satisfaction. Her legs were spread wide, but her calves brushed his thighs, pulling him in deeper as he forced himself into her throbbing, convulsing body. He felt it was time to begin to release his own feelings. The swell of fluid in his own body was gathering at the base of his penis, heightening the emotions flooding his body.

“Turn over,” he panted as he disentangled her legs from around his body. She rolled over obligingly, hopefully anticipating further excitement. His reassuring hands massaged their way down the length of her spine before resting on her slight shoulders. He pressed her shoulders forwards so that her head lay on the carpet. It was rough and chaffed her cheek but this was a minor irritation compared to the sensations which were occurring elsewhere in her body. With her buttocks held high in the air, he couldn’t resist giving them an additional slap before slipping his hot  and fully extended rod so effortlessly into her welcoming, moist, pink chamber.

Her breasts began to swing as he began pumping his rod – with long slow strokes at first  enjoying the depths which this angle allowed his erection to reach. Her moaning had become higher pitched and he could feel the walls of her vagina tighten around his shaft. She was going to come again – he knew it. He loved the way she responded to his touch. It gave him great satisfaction.

His thrusting pace increased along with his heart rate and tiny beads of sweat collected together in his collar bone. It wasn’t going to be long now and he knew the force with which he would shoot inside her was going to be great.

His hands were massaging the tops of her buttocks and her hips, but to help her on the way, so that they could orgasm together, he slipped his right hand into her pubic hair and began gently rubbing her love button again. She was so wet, so aroused and almost at screaming point.

“Let go my love…let go.” The combination of his deep, penetrating cock and the gentle teasing of his fingers, along with his loving commands, sent her body convulsing once more. Much stronger pulses tightened and released around his penis like intense kisses. As he thrust his way even deeper into her garden of love, he watched her body quiver and tremble before him.

“I love you!” she cried. “I love you.” It was what he wanted to hear and he released his load, exploding it forth to mix with her own love juices. As he collapsed onto the floor she fell into his arms, listening to his breath, enjoying his vulnerability. She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

“I never thought we would be so together.”  He sucked her nipples hard for the last time, then fell into the deepest sleep nestling close to her breasts. She smiled at the little child in her arms.

Two

He couldn’t believe how exciting his first encounter had been with his Naughty Girl. His mind was racing to think of anything to compare it with. She had chosen to be daringly naughty, to revel in the experience and to become in touch with a wilder, darker side of her fantasies. He couldn’t believe how well she had responded to each and every spank. His hands remembered how firmly he had struck her soft flesh and how she had clung to his body, receiving his affirming touch at the same instant. Her pain and her pleasure had turned them both on. Her quiet urges to strike over and over again had been a revelation. He had truly thought that they could only be written into a male fantasy. How wrong he had been. He had enjoyed lightly touching her cheeks, teasing her by withdrawing his touch for two or three seconds, before smacking his palm down firmly upon each buttock – delighting in the sound of each slap and her immediate moan. She had been touched in a new and arousing way, a way that excited him too.

He was similarly aroused by her clipped pussy which she had proudly displayed. Having realised that he took great pleasure in her appearance, she had carefully shaped her pubic hair, shaving around her lower lips to expose them to his fond attention, not that they had spent a great amount of time indulging her fantasy for having her clitoris kissed this time. Nevertheless, she had taken him seriously. This pleased him. She was a good Naughty Girl.

Now he began to toy with the idea of a second erotic encounter to continue their sexual development, to heighten their pleasure and to see where their fantasies might go. Would it happen in the staffroom or in another venue? Perhaps a warm car, or a walk in the moonlight could be the start of their fantasy. He decided to give her the choice on the venue, as he would probably give her little else to choose. His mind had already dreamed up their next meeting.

She received the letter through the post a few days later. It was just like any other, but as she opened it in her bedroom she was overcome with excitement. It was her provocative friend again. There was no smell, after all he liked her perfume and wore none himself. She fingered the textured paper and began to read the carefully handwritten note.

A few minutes later she placed it down, squeezing her thighs together in anticipation, breathing deeply. Her lips yearned to be touched, to be forced apart and the thought of the experience with him filled her mind. Her hands slipped between her legs and she lay upon her bed.

“Come and find me,” was all the message had said. She knew the time and place but the school was big. She guessed he had got another little game in mind. She hugged herself, revelling in the memory of their last encounter. Her Mr. Impossible, who was so obsessive about correctness and accuracy, was now indulging his fantasy for naughtiness with her. A smile danced on her lips as she quietly let herself into the building.

It was dark inside, really dark. She squinted her eyes, trying desperately to get them to focus and adjust to the inky blackness around her. She was hoping he would be stood there, waiting for her, in the library – He knew that would be the entrance she would use because she was a creature of habit. Feeling slightly disappointed with his absence she made her way into the hall. The curtains had been closed and she didn’t dare turn on any lights. She was aware of how careful they had to be not to be discovered.

Carefully treading her way across the hall she felt her heart beating a little faster. She wasn’t really sure where to look next. She stopped in the middle of the hall and listened. The sound of her footsteps clicking across the hard floor had been the only sound echoing around her. Now everything was silent.

“Where was he?” she thought, beginning to feel slightly uneasy now. She didn’t like standing on her own in the darkness. She began walking again, quicker this time, moving towards the staffroom – the place of their previous rendezvous. Her confident pace didn’t reflect how she was feeling inside. She pushed the door open, but again it was empty. Cautiously she edged her way down the corridor towards reception. It was lighter here and she knew that she wouldn’t find her lover in any of these rooms – they were far too near the main entrance and therefore in danger of discovery.

Passing the Deputy’s office she stopped still again, sure that she could hear something, but it was only a delay with one of the doors closing behind her. Her heart was pounding in her ears now. She didn’t like this at all. She wanted to feel his arms around her – making her safe, secure and wanted. Descending further into the depths of darkness she held her breath and anxiously continued her journey. In the small hall she stopped and waited once more. She called his name, desperately looking around for a clue as to where he might be. She scanned the dark shadows of the hall. He was frightening her now – she knew he was here somewhere, but why was he hiding?

“Hello my naughty girl!” From nowhere his velvety voice sounded behind her. She spun around, her heart leaping inside with such a jolt she was sure it got bruised. An involuntary scream left her and her arms were trembling as they reached out to him in the blackness.

“Don’t do that to me!” Her voice was full of panic and fear. Her small fists had grabbed his jacket and were now pummelling his chest. She knew he was laughing at her and enjoying the tormented way she was feeling. It made her fists hit harder. How dare he play with her like that?  Her heart was still racing and she was breathing heavily as she continued to vent her frustration with him.

“Naughty girl – stop,” he teased her, restraining her wrists which he now held behind her back. She couldn’t move, she pulled and wriggled but his grip was firm. She was powerless in his arms. A slight sob left her mouth but he stifled it with his lips. His kiss was passionate. His warmth and firmness penetrated their way through her resisting barriers. Her body began to melt towards his, though his grip remained firm. Their tongues encircled each other and he could feel her tension ebbing away. “Naughty girl you are full of naughtiness,” he whispered. Her eyes flashed as she recognised his teasing again.

“You don’t take me seriously enough,” she told him as she tried to back away. He held her fast though, covering her face with light kisses until he reached her neck. It was her weak spot, he knew, and as her gentle kisses massaged their way along the base of her hair line she began to sigh and relax once more allowing him to take total control of her.

“Then it’s time to be very serious, little miss naughty,” he breathed into her ear. Her sighs told him she was enjoying being held, restrained by his tight hands, but she was about to travel one step deeper. His right hand held both her tiny wrists whilst his left deftly pulled out the tightly bound rope which was hanging loosely from his back pocket. He began to carefully weave it around her wrists, slowly, deliberately, as her heart surrendered to his dominance. His whispers caressed her heart. He had her completely now and she wanted to be possessed. As he finished tying the bowman knot he had used many times before, she pressed her anxious body into his, wanting to be united. He loved her fragrance. She was his garden of earthly delights, wanting all that he desired because he desired her – her touch, her mind, and her feelings. He let the remainder of the rope fall to the ground and stared deeply into her eyes. “You are mine now. I can do whatsoever I wish with you…now, and only now, you are my naughty girl.” He moved towards her lips, pulling lightly on the ends of her hairline until she breathed sharply through her nose, luxuriating in the combination of his moist tongue and the sharp sting on her neck. Her arms wanted to dance around his hands, but he was in charge and she knew she had to wait. It was his fantasy she had stepped into and her mind began to race through the exciting possibilities they might experience together. His hands spent some time on her back, touching her hands, reassuring her that he would be both tender and firm.

Her eyes began to look at his as he stroked her thighs and began to undo the first buttons of her cardigan. Her breathing became deeper again as he slid them beneath her top, moving slowly across her skin until he found her tender breasts. His index fingers softly caressed the underside of each through the silk top and she began to kiss his face, enjoying the first intimacy of the evening. There were no words for each spoke through the tender movements of their face. Noses rubbed, explored and followed lips as they caressed eyes, cheeks and ears. He nipped her ear quickly and she winced, hurt by his bite. Her gaze fell upon his and she looked upwards in that ‘you hurt me way’ he adored. Her breathing told him she was enjoying every minute of the game. His lips moved towards her lobe and blew softly until his hands were ready for action.

She knew that he liked to combine the sweetest of touches with the harshest spank. It was this extreme of pleasure which helped her body to respond, to rise and fall with their contact. She followed his hands as they spelt words of love upon the flat of her palms, tickling and intertwining with her fingers. Then he began to unclip the silk skirt she had spent so much time lovingly ironing only a few hours before, carefully removing each and every crease. She thought that he had failed to notice, but his artistic eyes had appreciated the way it hugged her hips and stunning legs. As it fell to the floor he took in all her beauty, wrapped in the most delicate of black laced stockings, with a pair of see-through knickers bought especially to arouse him. It did the trick. She raised her neck once more and he embraced her, reassuring her with a torrent of kisses whilst she rubbed herself against his hard crotch.

“I will do anything for you my love,” she whispered into his ear, knowing that these words were the most erotic a woman could ever utter.

“Say it again,” he gasped, unable to believe what she had breathed. She did, over and over until he clung tightly to her. She kissed him and bent over, displaying the perfect moon that was her ass. “Lie down my love,” she asked, knowing that he would be fully aware of what to do. “Spank me until I am red tonight. I want to feel you throughout my body. I want to know you in pain as well as in pleasure. I want you in every way.” Those last words touched his heart and he let out a small sigh. She knew him well and wanted to be a good naughty girl. His only naughty girl.

He enjoyed staring at her beautiful buttocks, slightly forced apart by her cotton thong. It nestled between her milk white cheeks and drew his eyes to her two openings. The first she had never allowed a man to penetrate yet, but the second was wet with anticipation. He could smell her juices and his erection grew further. He lay upon the floor and watched as she drew nearer, brushing her body close to his face, pulling her cheeks apart as she rotated her hips so that he caught a glimpse of pink lips, before lying submissively upon his thighs. “Hit me, and hold me.” He sensed that she needed his comfort, to know she was fully loved in the experience. His arm turned her chin so that she could see his smile. His right hand snaked down her back until it came to her damp knickers. Her bottom rose and she began to sigh once more. There was a pause… as there was nothing but air upon her skin.

He struck hard. She felt his hand imprinting upon her cheek, stinging and sending a thrill throughout her body like an intense orgasm. “Harder,” she whispered, pleased that such a simple word was so arousing to his ear. He smacked her again, repeatedly, until her buttocks and his hand were united in the colour of love. The sound of each slap echoed throughout the hall like percussion, arousing her musical senses. Her eyes were wet, but not as wet as her lower lips which he could see through the fabric. She had surrendered to his body, could offer no resistance, and she looked at him once more with the eyes of accepting love. He untied the rope and she lay there obediently, rubbing his warm legs, wondering what they would do next. She was awash with feelings of pain and passion. His arms caressed her back as he pulled her to her feet and she saw that he loved her as no one had ever loved her before.

His mouth began to kiss again, lightly at first upon the backs of her hands, thanking her, appreciating her. She pulled him towards her lips, teasing his hair with her delicate fingers, brushing her nails against his scalp. Their clothed bodies pressed tightly, his penis clearly evident against her. There were no words now for her tongue was dancing with his, enjoying the shape of his mouth and his wetness. As she looked into his eyes she thought it strange that she had known her lover for so many years in friendship, teasing one another through professional meetings, and yet she had never realised that his intense feelings had been stimulated by her beautiful comments, her little movements, even her occasional outbursts! Now there was a depth to their conversation which they hungered for almost as much as they wanted each other’s bodies.

She backed away briefly from his intimacy, which surprised him at first. Closing her eyes, she began to hum a tune they knew whilst touching herself all over, occasionally opening her eyes to see that he was as engrossed as she was. Her fingers began to undo her outer clothing so that he could enjoy the sway of her body to the full. Her hands let go of her cardigan, and it fell to the floor. Now he could see the outline of her pert breasts, her nipples pressing through the light fabric. She was not merely undressing, she was performing, enjoying his gaze upon her arms which she rubbed across her chest whilst she sighed. There were only three items of clothing left now – her thong, her silky top and his favourite black stockings. “How would he take those off?” she thought to herself.

There was no need for her to worry about that. He stepped towards her and seized her around her tiny waist. He had enjoyed stroking it during the last encounter, especially whilst his penis had been plunging in from behind, for from that position he had first noticed its sweet smallness. He wanted to show her what he had seen and realised that she needed to see all that he could see of her beauty. He was sure that the more that she knew how beautiful he saw her, the more she would revel in his touch.

Take a look

Just a peek

Its okay

Not unique

The feelings that

u share today

Are often felt

Along the way

So as the nerves

Start to calm

So sensations

Begin their charm

Open up

Give self away

Soon u'll know

The sway x

Its a funny thing that...

As I see your skin turn red

As I hear u wince in pain

As I see u struggle and fight

As My cock pushes deep into your holes

And I feel u come repeatably

Before laying on My chest... 

That for both of us it is a turn on

And so many will only dream of such things.

Another day for the snow to grind us to a halt

To make us consider what we are doing...the things we value

A time to pause, something we dont easily do

A time to climb back into bed and love the one we have.

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.

I have often seen u on here

Stretched out on your bed

The thought of using u like that

Has occupied My head.

Ive mused about your bedroom

And how to make u hurt

As I bend and use u, arms tied tight

Whilst pulling up your skirt.

And how does one say bebo?

Is it Russian, just like evet?

Or maybe just a knickname

That u picked up as a pet?

Id like to visit your place

And make u one of Mine

The thought of being in your head

And cunt is quite divine.

x

Slowly I will unwrap the gift of your skin
Covered with thought and with lace
Consider My love, that although u are here
your eyes are three feet from My face.
I cherish the care that u perfumed to prepare
your skin for My senses to 'see',
I long for your bow, as I push you down now
Then I hurt u, intimately.

Look within
yourself to find
The girl u wish
u'd left behind

Hold out your hands
Hold out your heart
For inside love
Is where we start

I wish to beat u
Till u fall
And have no will
But gift your all

Like the infant holding its first crayon
Sat before the blank page
Like the dancer about to venture
Onto the stage in her newest shoes 
Sweat forming and slowly running
Down her back
She writes to grow
To become...
Emerging from her cocoon
To become what she cannot yet see.

Even though I havent spoken to u
For nearly a year
With any depth or openness
When we talked on Friday
The feelings still remained
And I realised through tears 
Just how much I missed you -
The heart I can no longer own
The love I will always cherish
Within.

Wouldnt it be fun if we had the top of the subs show...the best pix, the best profile and the best tits and cunt award. It might even make the pages of the Guardian if we pitched it right with a slightly decadent feel.

I like to play a game on CollarMe, I wonder if u do too?

Mine is how many times I can press new profile before I get the yellow flower pic. It always pops up eventually, no matter what time I come on...how can that be? Does she never sleep or drink? Is her chair fitted with a loo attached? One of life's little mysteries.

Wouldnt it be funny if a lesbian profile said: 'Lesbian..only guys' She may just be the most popular girl on the planet for her 15 minutes of fame.

I wonder why Dommes dont ever punish their disobedient girls by making them serve a man for a day...I'm happy to help by the way lol

I love the way people write about their passions and desires from an intellectual viewpoint to empower themselves...we all have to justify the way in which we behave to a greater or lesser extent. I love the way Doms describe themselves as enabling subs to be who they want to be and how subs describe that without their gift of submission Doms couldnt function. It sounds just like the men v women struggle just put into a bdsm context. Ultimately...what does it matter? Our identity is always dependent upon those we love, upon those we use, and those inbetween. Its important to cherish each moment...before the zimmer frame appears.

There are many things which occupy our minds
And from time to time
They overwhelm and confuse
The focus of our lives.

Love rescues us from the morass,
Pulls us back to reality -
Satisfies our deepest need
To belong...with a friend.

A friend who will support,
Will nourish and feed
From the same pool of intimacy
That we share forever.

I stare into your eyes
And instead of the face of the good girl
I saw before I made u undress
I see longing
Craving
Needing
Passion that befits a bitch in heat
The bitch that u have become
Holes in the air
Wet between your legs.

u are the one I want.

Later I will see u again
Returned to your former state
Beautifully at rest once more.

For Greedy Top x

I long to be alone
Passing through busy streets and waterside
And yet when I am alone
I long to have a friend by My side

I long to have a Dom
To hold me tightly
And yet when I have a Dom
I long to be free.

What is it in our soul
That when we have what we seek
Then we still fail to feel whole?

May we be close
Close enough to breathe
Each others thoughts
Close enough to taste
Each others hurts
Close enough to love
Each others desires
May we be closer still.

It began quite oddly
At first.
He typed to her
There was a response
Clear, honest and showing
More than an interest.

He wondered how she thought
Having described herself as complex
Multi-layered
As if this might frighten him off.

But He had worked with many
Girls
And found none to rival the man
In his direct simplicity.
Feed and fuck,
The rest is open
For negotiation.

No, man understands
That the female heart may
Pertain to being complex
But what it longs for
Craves,
Is clear direction.

x

Another day goes by
And u stand outside the door
Afraid to knock, to push
In case they call u whore

u wish u had the strength
u hope no one will see
And all this time I watch
Behind the door marked 'Be'.

There is nothing quite so amazing
as discovering that every girl is unique and precious
And that no matter how many times u fuck
The next time may teach u something more than u knew
It may make u more complete than u dreamt
And that girls love and submission could lead u
Further along the pathway not to enlightenment
But to understanding that relationship is life's meaning

Enjoyed today, trained a new girl from alt. She was beautiful and therefore when one has a cock in a beautiful girl it always blows away the clouds.

She was also deaf which meant rear penetration was very different...as Im sure u can imagine lol

Life deals us all with very different hands, Im sure we need to appreciate the hand we have been given more.

Oh little girl
The song u sang to Me was incomplete
And yet your voice rang out
Entrancing and so sweet

The uncertainty of each day
Is brought more alive
When one comes close to death.
Yesterday My car tyre burst -
Not on the A27
But on My driveway.
Today I was nearly driven into
By a reckless driver on the A27.
Here I am
A survivor,
Thankful that I can continue
To write poetry
And communicate
And love.

Ive met many girls who give of their heart
And surrender their body and soul
But Ive only met one who was yielded complete
And has given herself to Me whole.

In your bitterness and hurt
That makes you speak out your pain
I ask that you search for the tenderness
Of a Dominant male once again.

We are out here, training the girls whom we love
Releasing them into their dreams
Im sorry youve met only players and fakes
May you find one whose touch is like streams

Streams to heal, streams to refresh
Water to cover your skin
Within His embrace and oft sought for chase
You may find Him by... changing within

Yes...beardless Doms do exist

(Theyre bearded Doms in disguise)

Submissive girls can be found too

Look out for their enormous thighs

I used to enjoy reading the news
But now its a series of ads
About Cheryl Cole's trials 
Wayne Rodney's greed (the plonker)
The sale of football teams
And the rebranding of golf
The latest crazes for Christmas
But occasionally a hint of reality
Creeps through the pages
In the form of a natural disaster
Until Westwood brand takes over once more.

And they said bdsm was crazy...

Rnadmo Persiicon is scuh a grate blsta

Seh pretndse to be sxey adn fnu

Btu if u wrtei to her execpt nohtngi lses

Thna a series of txets adn no cmu

Haughty kitten used to be like a show

On Alt every night she displayed her clarss,

My favourite memory is not one of her jokes

But when she turned to display her arss.

She keeps posting those pictures
The ones which come wrapped up, disguised:
'Photo of svet. Taken for svet'.
I always look, as if hypnotised.

Is she hiding her beauty?
Is she afraid of the light?
Is she betrothed to another
Who might beat her to make things right?

All that I know is her intro
Should I believe what I see?
Maybe its all just a form of fine art
svet is in the New Tate, next to Klee!

So Wayne Rooney wants to go
So?
Let the world waste reams of trees discussing him
Meanwhile the important events
Happen here...skin to skin

Love is...

bent over, wrists firmly cuffed to ankles, in pain,
allowing your Master to do as He pleases


I dont remember that one in the series come to think of it!

I am looking to write the next chapter of My story...but I need a female muse.

If u would like to become part of a bdsm novel, read the first 5 sections then email Me

x Masterpoetry

Every day I come to see
The girls who're here to play.
Im always struck by their beauty
And hope they'll want to stay.

Chatted with a lovely student nurse today. This is for her:

Sometimes when I converse
Im met by a face which makes Me wince
But in your case I saw beauty
A heart wrapped in Loves evidence

5

Now and then she would sit by the computer and stroke herself through her clothing whilst perusing the journals, watching out for any interesting reflections which tallied with her desires. It was a Sunday afternoon when she settled down to reading the various ramblings and rants from Dommes who needed to exhibit more self control, subs who always moaned about the lack of Owners to care for their every needs and Doms who invariably descended into sex at every twist and turn.

As she came to the end of her first coffee having spotted over 50 glaring typos which always infuriated her and caused her to deviate from her main source of pleasure, her clit, as she tossed a sock at the main culprits, she came across an entry by a certain Martin. She almost choked on the last gulp of caffeine as she saw an invitation from him to text on his number. She read it several times over. It was her name clearly typed on the journal and she paused from the rubbing. Her lips were getting wetter, but her eyes were staring at the number before her eyes: 07805293356. Dare she press it and do as instructed? Martin insisted that she follow his message to the letter, and she knew that this was her opportunity.

He told her to undress and take a picture, bowing before him, and to send it with a request for training. She was shaking like a leaf. Her fantasy was about to be realised, but at what a cost to herself? She began to panic. What if it was a game? What if the number wasnt his but a random phone with which he liked to humiliate little girls who dared to push for training without his approval?

She decided to test the waters and begin by sending a brief reply. It was a simple text: 'Martin, if it is You, please forgive me but I need to know before i send You the picture.' She was about to press send when she realised that this could be the test to see if she truly was obedient, as she had insisted she was on her profile. She cancelled it and began to sweat.

Five minutes later the picture had been taken, the text message sent and her heart beat louder than before. She sat there waiting for a reply. The seconds passed and there was no reply. Minutes came and went and she glanced at the journal to see if he was using that now, but nothing appeared. She had given up on her rub. She had given up on the hope of hearing from him. She cuddled her knees to her chest and sat rocking herself, imagining the worst.

In the middle of My thoughts
I am often caught by the idea
Of how wonderful life would be
If sex education included the options
To explore bdsm.
Imagine instead of waiting
Until life crosses you
With the options of sexual expression
That it were something encouraged

Although...which teacher would be brave
And explain its principles?

The was a young girl from Northants
Whose price tag was seen on her pants
When she cried, its the style
They all started to smile
And declared, 'Not a chance!'