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	About backdoorlover Let me get the reality of things out of the way first 1 - I am a curvy girl 2 - I use a walking cane for short distances and a wheelchair for things such as shopping and to replace standing for long periods of time. 3 -Master chooses what men use me. If you want to enjoy his slave and fuck meat... you will need to understand that he has final say. We are looking for friends as Master enjoys me being used hard and often as his little whore, specially having my ass used hard and often. I have fibro and use a wheel chair when I am out and about and would otherwise be on my feet for a while. I can walk, I can stand, I just prefer my chair for pain management to drooling in a corner doped up so much I dont know where I am. I am fully capable of a natural and happy sex life, and kinky sex life. Once upon a time... I was 18 and naive. I had a bf that handed me a copy of The Story of O and had me read it. After I had read it he told me I had a choice to make, I could be his 247 slave or I could leave and I had to decide by the end of the weekend. He was 23, I was young and stupid, had no clue what I was getting into but I didnt want to loose him and agreed.Needless to say he was extremely anally inclined and immediately trained his perfect little ass slut. More like used and shaped. Though wrong, I did not know that then. I became what he wanted me to be, some of it I hate to this day and is a hard limit I will never push, like face slapping. Yet once a friend Dom of his taught me how to enjoy and not just endure anal sex, it has become part of who I am.I learned that being ked was something that was an enjoyment of the Dom, not a punishment. Punishment was to be sent away, to be ignored. I spent many nights over his lap, laying out of the couch as we watched a hockey game. king with a hand or brush for a goal, or if it was a slow game for penalties, heck sometimes just to go with the rhythm of the organ music. But always the last minute of the period was a barrage on my poor behind. He wanted it nice and red for intermission. That was when the lube would slide down my crack and I would be tumbled off his lap face first into the cushion of the couch. Let me just say that Hockey Night in Canada came to have a whole new meaning.Back to the PresentMaster is wanting to find other men to use his fuck toy.Iam always open to meeting like minded folks, howeverif you are rude and crude in your opening email, do not expect a response. I have given no consent to a stranger to disrespect me as a person. You only get one chance to make a first impression. I am a sexually open, woman in her 40s and a HUGE sex drive to go with it. I love raw sexuality, the desire to be set free from the social norms of being a good girl and enjoying being that girl that wants to fuck, that wants to feel a cock pounding her pussy hard enough to leave her sore in the morning. Feel his fingers twined in her hair as he fucks her mouth. The feel of his hand coming down on her round ass while he takes her from behind. If this is the sexually free woman you are looking for. Hello nice to meet you. I use my journal to explain myself, to relive fond memories, to take that screaming edge off of needing to play... fantasy, reality and random ideas from conversation turn into hot and I would hope fap worthy erotic works.Enjoy! HARD LIMITS - the list grows with each time I face a new something that makes me go HELL NO.... Scat, ass to mouth, watersports, diapers, anything used to break the skin (I am on thinners) so no blood play, knives, needles, pointy pokey things. No children no vomit. No face slapping (ptsd trigger) No demeaning degradation (I am not worthless or a piece of shit no one wants ect I am however a happy 3 hole slut to fuck) no subbing to women. No bre eder use. No idiots who expect me to submit to them on their first message to me or second, or any other message, Master chooses, so talk to him, until then you are just some guy whom I will treat with the same courtesies I get. If you made it this far congratulations and thank you for actually taking the time to read about me.

It was a beautiful drive, with trees and countryside all around as we headed to his friend's cottage. Summer was finally here, warm sun and long days, a time to enjoy the outdoors.

When we did reach the cottage it was like a little piece of paradise. A nice deck with lounge chairs and a BBQ, a quick walk to the water, everything for a great weekend away.

He was bringing things in from the car when I decided to go take a look around inside. The moment my foot was inside the door He turned towards me with a playful smile. "Strip slut, no clothes in the cottage." His eyes locked on me to see my reaction.

My brain tumbled from vanilla world and straight into that place that craves to obey my Master. I must have taken more then a few seconds to acknowledge the command, since his eyes turned from mischievous to demanding, "Strip slut, I will not say it again."

"Yes, my Master, forgive me." the words tumbled from my lips as I worked to get out of my clothing, folding each piece carefully. I turned back, nervous, eyes glancing at the floor, as the little shivers went up my spine.

He relaxed again and went about bringing in the last few things from the car. I really didn't mind being naked around Him, so I casually wandered around the cottage, looking at the little knick knacks and looking our the back patio doors to the water... so beautiful... Maybe at night we could go skinny dipping.. I loved to swim naked, the water caressing the skin like a cool lover.

I felt Him come up behind me, His fingers lacing through my hair and I could not stop a tiny whimper as He did. His lips worked along my neck as well as little nips of His teeth. It was when he sunk his teeth into my shoulder, that I let out a yell. Fuck it hurt, such tight compressed pain. Panting and gasping for air I can feel my pussy moisten as He places His first mark of the night on my neck.

Finally he lets go and I whimper now missing the torture just moments ago. He playfully swats my bottom as I stagger to curl up on the couch. It was moments after that I heard foot steps coming up the stair to the door of the cabin. I just about jumped out of my skin and made a mad dash for one of the bedrooms.

Right, I dashed into the wrong room, no clothes, just the sheets on the bed oh crap. I didn't even get enough time to wrap one around me when I heard "Slut at heel". I think I felt the life leaving my body for a second I was so scared, I mean there were people out there.

"NOW!" he bellowed. I ran to obey the whole time thinking "oh shit oh shit oh shit"

He was standing in the middle of the living area, and I scrambled to him, naked and knelt by his feet to his right, eye down, shaking from head to toe. Just how many people were there I had no clue, I didn't have the nerve to look up. He held a finger under my chin and lifted my face so that I was looking at the two other men there.

"Slut Nadu" His command was much softer this time and my legs spread wider so that my naked pussy was easily seen by the two others.

"These are friends of mine that you will entertain while they are here for the weekend. Do you understand me?"

"Yes my Master, I understand." I have to tell you the looks on their faces when I said yes Master was priceless. Maybe they had not believed Him when He had told them He owned a slut that would do as she was told... But they recovered quickly and it seemed were eager now that some things were understood.

"Chris, Mike, this is my slave and this weekend her name is slut. She is not allowed clothing in the cottage at all, and she is here for your pleasure as well." He walked to the fridge to get a few beers, as his friends tried to take in exactly what He was saying. Handing each of them a beer He continued to explain. "You may fuck her any time you like, and cum in her cunt and ass, but only I feed her cum... You can face fuck her but do not cum in her mouth."

I think Master was having fun watching the looks on his friends faces. "You can be rough with her, spank her, what ever you want. Consider her fuck meat for the weekend."

"Ass up face down" the command was automatic for me at this point, my brain was sinking into that happy sub space. I immediately pressed my head to the floor, kneeling with my ass up and legs spread. His hand came down fast on my ass cheek and I let out a yelp. "Beg Chris my slut"

I was in that happy place in my head, His and proud of His collar on my neck. I reached back with one hand and spread my pussy lips wide, fingering myself slowly. "Please Chris, fuck me, oh please Sir, please"

It didn't take Chris long to have his pants around his ankles and his hard cock thrusting into my slick pussy. He really started to pound my pussy and between moans of pleasure I let out a sharp yelp, which only made him fuck me harder. I begged and pleaded to cum, and finally when given permission my body shook with the strength of it as he loaded my cunt full of hot sticky cum.

As Chris rolled off me Mike came over and started to play with my tiny tight rosebud, looking over at my Master, "Can I really fuck her in the ass?"

Master chuckled and simply said "Beg slut".

With Chris's cum dripping from my pussy and down my legs, still ass up head down on the floor, I reached up to part my ass cheeks "Please Sir, please fuck my ass, please use my ass"

In his eagerness Mike tried to push balls deep in one thrust and I let out a cry of pain, that made me shiver. "Should I stop?" He was asking Master.

"Do you like how it feels to be up her ass?" Master asked.

"Fuck yes..."

"Did you like making her cry out?"

"Oh hell yes."

"Then why stop?" was my Master's reply.

Mike had no mercy after that. Pounding my ass hard, reveling in every cry of pain and gasp I made. It hurt, it felt like I was on fire, and then I felt it. His hand on my head. He was sitting there beside me, hand in my hair, and smiling as his friend took pleasure in pounding my ass raw. That was the moment, just like every one before it, that made my heart explode with pride that He had chosen me, and for Him I would fuck any cock he chose.

I must have nodded off, but the twining of his fingers in my hair brought me around fast enough when he pulled my head back, nipped at my ear and growled low "Spread now slut". A shiver went up my spine as I instantly obeyed, sliding my legs apart wide, without shame for the glistening wetness of my pussy.

A yelp passed my parted lips as he took my dildo and shoved it in one stroke into my damn cunt. My fingers clawed at the air and couch as they connected. I felt the complete emptiness as he pulled it from me and then the pain and pleasure of it sliding back into my hungry hole. Soon enough he was forcefully fucking me hard with the artificial cock, pounding my cunt building me closer and closer to the edge, to bliss. "Please ... please... please.." I begged him, with desperation in my voice.

He leaned in so closely I could feel his warm breath on my neck. "Cum slut" he growled into my ear, and my body let go, shaking from head to toe, as the waves of intense pleasure washed over my body as if my belly exploded with pleasure.

Barely had the last wave crashed over me and he was pulling my head back by my hair. "Beg me to hurt you" he said ever so softly.

"Master?" i lay there is a fog, that mix of sub space and blissful pleasure.

His hand came down swiftly on my bottom and I yelped as his hand print was left red and stinging on my skin. "Beg me to hurt you" he said again, watching me, waiting for my reaction.

Shivering, not understanding what would happen, I obeyed "Please hurt me my Master, please ... "

No sooner had the words left my lips then he pushed the dildo into my ass. Not waiting for me to adjust, and I cried out clawing at the soft fabric under me. Whimpering as the dildo now rested deep inside my ass with only my own cum as lube.

He reached out and stroked my hair softly, the rubber cock still balls deep in my ass.

"Again my slut.. beg me to hurt you"

At that moment I could have called my safe word, I could have made it all stop, but I couldn't. I didn't want to. I wanted to know him, and his uses for me, pleasurable or not. "Please my Master, please hurt me:

As soon as I had spoken the words, his hand landed hard on one ass cheek and then the other as he smiled and began to fuck my ass with the dildo.

He pounded me again and again with that rubber beast, as I lay there sobbing. Pulling the fake cock from my ass and replacing it with his own he began to fuck me in earnest. Whimpering and moaning and yet loving every second of him claiming my ass again..

I could feel his hot seed splashing into my batter anal canal , feeling him buck with orgasmic release.

Laying there, naked and my ass dripping his cum, I felt fulfilled, knowing I was his, by my own will I had given over to him.

He slapped me lightly on the ass, "Go shower, I have the boys coming over and I expect you to entertain them"

I stretched and smiled... heading for the bathroom to soak in the tub and perhaps ease my sore bottom a little before I was shared around like the whore he kept me to be.

It has been an incredible journey and my little slave heart has never felt so free. Your collar around my neck sets me free in so many ways I can only feel as shivers down my spine. The feeling of your hand coming down on my pale bottom makes me slippery wet just thinking about it. Making it sting so bad and suddenly flicking your fingers into my wet pussy drove me mad with hunger for more. Each time your rubbed the sting from my flesh only to strike again leaves me breathless and all I can think is thank you Master, I love you Master... the words tumble in my mind every time I feel your hand come down on my upturned ass. When you took the dong and shoved it into my pussy then forced my legs closed to hold it in place I was glad I was laying down or I would have fallen down as my knees became so weak. Feeling you spank again and rub then spank and rub... I was in bliss. I felt so completely empty as you pulled the dong from my dripping wet cunt, and nearly climbed the walls as you pushed it into my ass, spanking me again as you slowly worked the entire thing into my bottom making me growl and claw as I accepted your using me, making me just a toy to enjoy and that was freedom. The sting of your hand and the push of the dong smacking it into my open ass. The fact that you want to bring more men into the situation to use me like a toy only makes me love you more. My heart sings as you tell me that I will be a well used fuck toy.

I hope some day, that you will work my pussy and ass like that before taking me to be used by others so that as each man takes what hole he likes, I can feel the slight pain from you always being there first.

Love you my Master

I was standing by the kitchen table, picking up the flyers to put them in the recycle. Something simple, every day, and certainly not kinky, but then again, Sir could make just about anything kinky.

I did not even notice at first that he had snuck up behind me until his fingers were twirled in my hair and suddenly my head was being pulled back. I frozen in place and could not help but let out a soft moan feeling his fingers holding my head in place against his chest for a moment.

His free hand cupped my breast and lightly teased my right nipple, but soon enough he had it pinched tight and pulling straight out and I could not help but whimper with the rise in pain, but I stood, still and waited, I was his.

His fingers finally let go and I cried out as the blood rushed back into the nipple making it swollen and hot. His hand snaked down over my belly, and he thrust to fingers into my wet cunt. "Such a slut you are, all wet and all I did was pull your nipple."

I stood there his other hand still firmly gripping my hair, "yes Sir, your wet dripping slut" My legs trembled and I waited. With his fingers threaded in my hair he pushed me down over the table. Practically bent in half my upper body on the table, and his favourite target, my ass thrust out.

I felt his free hand slap my ass cheek and I let out a soft moan again, I could not hide my hunger for him even if I had wanted to. His palm came down again but on the other cheek and I let out a bit of a yelp. My mind was racing, my skin covered in goosebumps, my heart raced at a hundred miles and minute.

His fingers let go of my hair and I could feel his hands rubbing my bottom, "don't move" was all he said. I heard the sound of rummaging, then I realised he was going through the large utensils holder. The next thing I felt was this hot sting as the sound of a wooden spoon landing on my pale ass echoed.

His hand roamed over my ass cheeks as I lay on the table. I stayed in place, not trying to dodge the possible strike of the spoon against my bottom again. "Your bottom needs a few new marks my slut, it is getting pale again" my heart warmed at his light chuckle as he decided my fate.

"Yes Sir, I will cherish any mark you want to give me" and it was true. I was not a pain slut by any means, but the marks, those imprints left from him were something I cherished. The spoon came down again, and the sting flashed through me and I yelped but did not move away.

Then it truly began. The spoon came down on one ass cheek and then the other, again and again and I was sobbing, yet still I refused to dodge the spoon. I hated that spoon in that moment and yet I loved that it would leave me with his marks. Such a twisted way of thinking but it worked in my mind.

The barrage of spoons strikes finally stopped, and he leaned over me, gently rubbing my red tender ass, "Good girl, you know I like when you accept what I ask of you" Those words made my heart sing, my soul take flight and in that instant I loved that evil spoon.

His hand moved over my red and in places welted bottom and I gasped and flinched with each painful reminder. I felt the bit of spittle land on my tight ass and knowingly relaxed my body. Just as I did I felt the head of his cock push against my tight rose bud, and I eagerly pushed back to accept him.

Once he felt me relax and push back, suddenly he pushed himself deep into my ass, making me cry out. Then slowly he pulled out every inch but the head of his cock and then again pushed hard fully into my ass. Over and over he pounded my my ass, my ass cheeks stinging each time and my ass stretching with each thrust.

I was gasping and panting and clawing at the table, my mind was lost in that swamp of subspace, everything was sensations and the desire to please.

I felt him lean over me, "Cum slut" he growled the command and my body obeyed instantly shaking and trembling from head to toe. I felt his release of hot cum splashing the insides of my ass. No matter how many times he fucked and came in my ass, I always loved that feeling of being claimed. Marked territory inside and out.

They decided to enjoy a little time out of the house and maybe find something interesting while shopping. Who knew what delight they might find that he might pick for her to wear.

She kept shifting her weight and he laughed softly as she wiggled in the wheel chair, her bottom still tender from earlier this morning. Looking up at him she smiled "Thank you Sir" she loved having his marks on her body and a tender ass was her bliss to remember his hand warming her bottom before he pushed her head down and ass up and took her ass hard.

They went from one shop to another and then found this lovely place filled with lingerie. They took their time looking at all the different pieces. He found the perfect under bust corset with stocking clips. She licked her lips. She loved the satin and lace and knew she could wear this and still be kept very easily available for use.

She couldn't be happier. Out with her Sir, and enjoying the warm tenderness in her bottom, and now a piece to wear for his pleasure. She looked up at him licking her lips "Sir, I think I am in need of another liquid injection."

"Already?" he looked down and played with her long hair, making her shiver. "Shall we find somewhere to see to that then?"

It didn't take long to find the handicap restroom and they made their way in and He turned and locked the door. The second after he turned back towards her, she had her fingers on the button and fly of his pants "Please Sir may I?"

"Yes slut" was all he needed to say for her to eagerly work his cock free of his pants and to start sucking and lapping at his hard on. "Such a hungry cock whore, make sure you really coat my cock well because it is going straight up your ass."

She could feel her body respond, with the tremors up her spine, the wetness of her pussy and the goose bumps covering her skin. "Stand and display ass my slut" he said and she was quick to obey. Since the chair was only to help with pain management and distances it was very easy for her to stand and then bend herself over the sink, pushing her yoga pants to her knees and then bend over the sink and thrust her ass in his direction.

As promised he used nothing but her own spit as he pushed into her ass. She bit her lower lip so as not to moan out loudly as he claimed her pushing himself balls deep. She clawed at the cold porcelain as she felt him push all the way into her ass. Shaking she could barely get the words out "Thank you Sir"

He chuckled as she thanked him, as he was going to enjoy her as he pleased. His rough hands grabbed her hips and he began to pound her ass, delighting in how much she had to work not to moan and gasp too loudly in case someone was close by.

She loved the extra kink her chair had added to her life. Soon enough he was pumping hot cum up her ass and she could not help but moan low, feeling his seed claiming her ass against as his.

"Where is your plug my little cock whore?" he asked. She blushed and lowered her head, his cock still firmly up her ass.

"In it's pocket of my bag Sir" she replied, knowing her Sir well enough not to actually move yet. He reached for it and found it exactly where she said. He pulled the cold steel plug from the bag she kept it in and slowly pulled out of her ass. As soon as his cock came free he worked the plug into her bottom keeping her special injection nicely in her ass.

"Thank you Sir," she smiled feeling well used and giddy she could easily serve her Sir practically anywhere.

"You are welcome my slut, but we should get going"

They continued their shopping trip and the entire time, she could feel his cum plugged tightly up her freshly paddled ass. This was her bliss, marked and happily so.

She pulled her car into the motel parking lot and a shiver went up her spine. They had played once before, light but enough to leave her bottom bruised. Now she was a perfect pale skinned beauty covered only in freckles.

He wanted a motel room because this time he was intent on marking her. He wanted her tears, he wanted her bottom black and blue, he wanted her submission.

She swallowed hard as she lifted her hand to knock on the door of the room he had picked. Away from the other guests so not to disturb them. She stood there trembling while she waited for him to answer.

As he pulled the door open, her mind raced at what might be to come, what was going to happen. She swallowed hard and smiled walking into the room as he closed the door behind her.

"Strip" one word. How quickly she was reminded words have power over a person. "Yes Sir" her voice shaking with nervousness as she quickly removed and set her clothes neatly on a chair.

"Display for Inspection" those words hit her like a tonne of bricks, her mind whirling as she raised her hands to rest on the top of her head and spread her feet wide. Standing there naked and exposed as he walked around her. His being dressed and herself being naked really sent her mind to the fact she was being sized up like an animal at the auction barns.

He looked her up and down, reaching out and grabbing both nipples he pinched them hard and pulled towards himself making her whimper and cry out. She trembled under the first sense of pain for the night but did not move from the stance he commanded her to hold. He continued to walk around her, a light slap to her bottom making her gasp, a slap on her breasts to startle her and bring her focus. Then without warning he thrust two fingers into her cunt, and she moaned low.

"I can feel how wet you are slut," he said pushing a third finger into her wet cunt, and finger fucking her hard for a moment. Then just as quickly pulling out of her pussy and pushing his fingers to her lips "Suck" and she eagerly began to lap and suckle her own juices from his fingers.

He laughed at her eagerness to suck his fingers clean, and he patted her bottom with his other hand. Then suddenly he pulls his fingers from her mouth and lands a hard slap on her pale ass. She can not help but cry out startled at the pain.

"There is going to be a lot more of that" he chuckled softly enjoying her reactions. He twisted his fingers in her long red hair and pulled her head back against his shoulder. "Display on bed, ass high slut" he growled low as he let her hair fall from his fingers.

She scampered quickly to the bed, grabbing up the pillows and piling them so to raise her ass and hips up as she laid herself out for him. Her arms reaching above her head as she lay there, ready and hungry to submit and ready to accept his desire to use her for his own pleasures.

With a resounding crack his hand came down hard on her upturned ass, leaving a solid red hand print on her ass cheek. The quick influx of pain made her cry out and she clawed at the bed to remain in place. Her mind numb with that sudden pain, all she could think to herself was how she needed this probably as much as he did. To be given the ability to just let go.

The next swat was just as hard and came down on her other cheek leaving a now matching set of red hand prints on her ass cheeks. She cried out again, gasping for air, her mind screaming to flee, but her desires dancing free in the pain and endorphins. Four more bare handed swats had her puffy eyed and her ass well reddened.

His hand reached under her chin and he smiled at her kissing the tear on her cheek. "Almost done, almost done. Are you still green?"

She nodded and managed a soft "yes" in reply. That had been one of the things that hard earned her trust of him, he made sure she was safe, for that she would push to be pleasing.

He pulled his belt from the loops of his pants and doubled it over. Petting her hair softly with one hand as he traced the belt over her already burning red bottom. "There will be 5 strikes. They are going to hurt. I want to see what pain you will take to please me." Still petting my hair, "I want you to put your thumbs up. If it gets too much I want you to pull your thumbs in and I will stop the belt lashes"

"Understood?" he says clearly.

"Yes Sir" she replies now that she has finally caught her breath from the first round of spanking. "Understood"

You could hear the echo of the belt coming down on her up turned ass cheeks and the yell of pain that came out of her mouth echoed just as much. Her mind was a whirling mess of instinct to run and endorphins and freedom. There it was, the freedom to let out the emotional back log and free herself to cry and let go.

Each strike was the same hard crack, and each time she screamed, by the third strike she was sobbing and had to bring her thumbs down. The pain was at that point she could not take any more no matter how much she wanted to please him.

He lay on the bed beside her and held her while she recovered, and as the sobbing slowed he slid his fingers into her dripping wet pussy chuckling softly "My sopping wet finger puppet. You were a good girl"

They had enjoyed each other in the park before, why not push their luck and see what might happen tonight. It was a little easier driving to the park this time, though she had to admit her stomach was all a flutter, and her warm pussy was definitely wet.

Hopping out of the car, she made her way towards the path way. The cool breeze made goosebumps cover her arms. Walking to meet him she could not help but smile, already there, and waiting for her, he slowly got to his feet and kissed her cheek. "Come let's find something a little more private" with those words she followed him to a bench in the park that was not as lit as the rest of them.

"Display them slut" the words felt attached to her clit as he spoke them. This time quickly pulling her breasts from her top, leaving the large round globes perfectly exposed. He reached out and pinched each nipple and slid his hand down the front of her yoga pants to her naked pussy and chuckled softly "What a slut, you are dripping." with a soft slap to her wet folds he shoved her yoga pants down and smiled "Sit, arms over the back of the bench, I want those tits displayed"

Being a fast learner she dropped into the bench seat, bare ass against the wood, and reached her arms over the back of the bench making her thrust her tits forward. She couldn't stop her teeth from chattering as she sat there displayed in the darkness, the feeling was so heady and she was both afraid and incredibly freed by just letting go and being his little slut.

His hand came down so fast, slapping the nipple of first one then the other soft round globe and she bit down hard to stop herself from screaming. Fire, it felt like fire running through her veins as she swallowed hard trembling. This pain was new, it was something she had not been taught and she was working to push through it. His hand came down again quickly and she swore that you could hear the sound of skin hitting skin well outside the park. Tears came to her eyes and she shuddered, gasping and panting for air.

"are you still green?" he paused to ask. How he kept her safe is what had won her respect and in turn her submission.

"Yes Sir," she managed to pant out a ragged reply.

He started slapping her inner thighs to part her legs some and as soon as he had the room pushed two fingers into her wet pussy till they were buried in her cunt. "Ooooh fuck oh oh fuck" were the only words that made it to her lips and then suddenly he pulled out of her cunt completely and smacked both tits again and she yelped and tried to swallow the rest of the sound.

Her tits were on fire, the skin bright red from just so short a play, and she shook from head to toe.

"Display to fuck" his words reached her ears as she moved to stand and place her hands on the bench seat her ass up in the air.

She bit hard on her bottom lip as he pushed into her pussy, so wet and sloppy it took but a few thrusts to coat his cock enough that he pulled out and slowly started working the head of his cock into her ass.

She clawed at the bench with her finger tips, as he began to fuck her. Her tender tits swinging back and forth as he pumped her ass full with his cock.

"Oooho god oh god ohhhh thank, oh you... please please please please please... " the words tumbled from her lips

"Cum slut" he barked and he felt her comply instantly, his own orgasm blasting her innards with hot sticky cum.

He grabbed her around the waist "dress slut" he said softly helping her cover her nakedness. "Good girl, you did good" his words made her swell inside, as she finished pulling on her clothes.

They walked to their cars hand in hand, she made muffled complaints about how everything seemed to be rubbing her nipples and he chuckled....

Who would have thought, at my age and years in and out of the lifestyle, that I would learn something so new and delightful about my own body? My breasts. Right there in front of me all the time, and yet, how was it that I had never really been with someone that played with my breasts a lot? These round globes that started as young perky 34 Bs and have changed during pregnancy to 44DD and we are now (I think through direct feeding spills) 44 DDD or 42G !!

My breasts started as a way to attract potential guys I was interested in. Pretty goth corsets and well displayed breasts you were almost sure you saw nipple. To becoming a mother and my breasts becoming something to nurture my child. Now, it is like a new discovery. Something as simple as nipple clamps can make my poor brain spin. Clips and then little vibrator right on the tip of the nipple... simple little delights that have my pussy clenching.

It is amazing to feel almost new again at finding something so simple and yet very new to me.

It is good to feel young and new again. Such an adventure.

My fingers trembled as I worked to get my bra to close, all the while trying to figure out how I could support my large very ample breasts while leaving my nipples visible through my shirt. I fought with my jeans a little and tossed my phone in my purse as I headed out the door to meet Him.

I tossed my purse onto the passenger side seat and closed the car door. I swallowed hard and drew in a slow deep breath and blew the air back out just as slowly, working to calm myself and hold my resolve to please Him. Already he had an effect on me, I was giddy and a Kaleidoscope of butterflies tumbled in my belly. I turned round in my seat and reached back for the loose scarf I had left in the car from another trip. Placing the thin fabric over my lap I shimmied my jeans down until my bare ass touched the rough fabric of my seat and I covered my naked cunt with and midsection with the long fabric scarf. The entire trip there I was shaking, nervous because He was going to put nipple clamps on me. This would be the first time He touched my naked skin and it was a moment I was going to cherish. You see that was the whole purpose of heading out for a coffee was so that He could outfit my nipples with a pair of clamps.

I managed to make it through traffic and arrive on time, and He was already there. He saw me and waved and walked in to get a coffee and a tea.

He took his time crossing the parking lot back and came around to my car door, and opened it handing me my second cup of tea for the day. I could not help but smile when I saw Him, and we talked about simple things waiting for a moment until it was safe for me to present Him with my breasts to place the clamps on for the first time. The first one set my stomach on fire, and just as easily he slid the other one other my other nipple.

I could feel the fire in my belly, the clamps hurt and I worked to breath through it, they hurt and I needed to focus my breathing. I was finally able to settle enough to accept the shock of pain and the thrill in my belly.

We continued to talk as if it were perfectly normal for a Man to meet up with a woman and clip her nipples then head out for the day.

I got to keep the clamps and now I have them safe, ready to put back on any time He tells me to, because he enjoys nipples and I enjoy pleasing him.

She thanked the barista at the drive thru window at Starbucks for her pumpkin latte and started driving towards the walking trails they had agreed to meet at. Her fingers trembled on the steering wheel as she pulled into the parking lot and put the car into park. Was she insane for doing this??

The evening was cool, and the breeze felt good on her skin as she slowly made her way to the well lit bench at the entrance to the nature trails, she could see him already sitting there with his timmies in one hand. She called his name softly and settled onto the bench beside him. The conversation started a little rocky, but slowly worked its way to what things they both liked and the hard limits that were not to be even lightly brushed. He reached up and twined his fingers in her long red hair and she could not stifle the moan that escaped her parted lips.

"Good girl" the words were like a warm caress and goosebumps covered her flesh. "Say yes and I am going to walk you down that path, find a place to bend you over and I am sliding right up your ass, no play, no fooling around. I am just going to use you like the anal slut you are. Understood?"

She swallowed hard, and nodded, "Understood, Sir."

His fingers slowly loosened their grip on her hair and almost tenderly he pushed a stray strand from her face. "So yes or no?"

She swallowed hard and trembled from head to toe. "Yes Sir" she barely got the words out of her mouth.

His hand gripped the back of her neck as they both got to their feet, and started slowly walking down the path. His firm grip on her kept her at his side as they rounded the corner there was another park bench, this one though was not lit up.

He growled low in her ear "Hand on the bench seat, ass out"

She thought for sure her legs would give out, she thought about running, and then the firm grip at the back of her neck started pushing her forward to obey his command. His hand came down hard on her backside and she let out a yelp.

"You will learn to obey faster slut" he said as he pushed her yoga pants down to her ankles revealing her bare ass, as he had said no panties. "Good you can listen" he said and smacked her pale bottom again.

She stood there, bent over the bench, ass in the air as he pulled the condom from his coat pocket and undid his fly. She felt his hard cock slap her ass as he played and toyed with her a little bit. It took just a moment to slide the rubber sheath up his full length. She felt the spit hit her tight asshole and she whimpered slightly.

He was not cruel with her though and slowly worked the head of his cock into her warm dark tunnel and she couldn't help but moan, her fingers clawing at the bench as he slowly pushed into her ass making her shudder as his balls came to rest against her pussy.

Slowly he began to work himself in and out of her ass, picking up the pace with each thrust until he was pounding his cock balls deep each time, she muffled her moans as much as possible as she came hard from the anal pounding, and it wasn;t long after that he came hard pushing in deep as he did.

Both of them were gasping and catching their breath as he playfully smacked her ass, "Pull your pants up there slut before some other guy gets the idea to fuck you too"

She couldn't help but blush with the humiliating reminder she just let him fuck her ass in the park on a Friday night.

They both settle to sit on the bench for a moment, then he broke the silence "so you up to coming back to my place to submit and be used for the night?"

All she could do was nod enthusiastically and follow him back like a lost puppy happy to have been found.

I see a lot of journals filled with complaints about subs that don't answer back, that are fake, that have too many limits, that there are no TRUE subs and so on. Yes I get that it is very frustrating it happens with the subs too along with some really disgusting pieces of mail each day because someone forgot their manners. What I don't get, is why a Dominant person has the need to complain and bitchy and carry on. It is not very becoming. I do not jump for joy when I see these rants thinking OH Goodie, he's the one, he get's easily frustrated with complete strangers I am sure he will be calm and guiding with me. I can really look up to this person since they are so in control of their senses that they need to complain about strangers they will never meet.

I hope each and every person finds their one or two and five for that matter. Find your happy place.... it is a lot more fun

Five things I would like to experience on a weekend with a Dom

Anal sex - this may be a given seeing my nick name and all the things that I write, but to me it is the most submissive sexual thing that I can give over freely to a Dom. The act alone captures a thread of that root of submission. Also it is how I was first trained to be used. This has a huge bearing on the person I am now.

To be fucked without warning - simply and literally bent over, or pushed down and fucked right in the moment, as the Dom's toy. Pussy or ass does not matter so much as the feeling of being claimed, being reminded that I am his to use where and when it pleases him. (without getting arrested somewhere... reality folks)

Conversation - yes some reality mixed in there, even if I am just sitting naked on a pillow and he in his chair enjoying tea or coffee or a movie. If the Dom becomes aroused and wants to enjoy his pleasure in me, that is something I would heartily agree to, but actual time to settle in calm for a bit.

Spanking - sensual or strong, or a build up, to feel the strength of him against my skin. To feel the sting and that leads to that tremor of excitement. Stronger if he wishes, a brush, a belt, or a flogger so long as he makes sure I am still a green light and that he can learn my reactions to how I am struck.

Dirty talk - being called his dirty hole to fuck, or a slut that needs a good pounding, a whore for cocks, that is all things that I enjoy. Degrading comments like worthless, stupid, garbage, things that are made to put a sub down are NOT welcome at all. There is a fine line between the two but most people understand the difference.

Extras

Dressing or undressed in private as the Dom sees fit, I have been taught to keep all holes available to a Dom at all times in private and as much as possible under clothing in public.

Being plugged while going out shopping or dinner or what ever other out of the privacy behind closed doors. Of course being plugged behind closed doors is wonderful as well.

Hair pulling - I have long red hair, makes a great handle to pull on or leash.

Laughter - joy, just enjoying the moment.

OH CRAP - after care... but that is a given.... subs need to be brought back to earth carefully when you play hard.

By request a 20 word story-

Ragged cries
From parted lips,
Body trembles
Arched hips,
Three words
I had said
Cum for me
A little death

She had said she would obey him, and in obeying him she came to be draped over Sir's lap as her Master looked her in the eyes, waiting. "I want to see the look in your eyes as he spanks you my slut. I want you to accept this for me, I want you to obey, understood?"

Shivers ran up and down her spine as she lay there naked over Sir's lap, "Yes my Master, I will accept and obey" Locking her eyes to her Master's she willed him to see her dedication in her eyes, her need for him all of it there in her eyes. Master must have given some signal to Sir because soon after she agreed, Sir's hand came down upon her pale upturned bottom leaving a lovely red hand print on her flesh. She whimpered and she moaned, at first it was sting and warmth, Sir was taking the time to work her up but then the sting became more painful and she stayed in place, eyes locked to her Master letting him see her pain, and her acceptance.

She was at that point where she was pushing to accept, and then it stopped. "Such a good girl, I know it hurts my slut, you have done well." She sagged against Sir's body as her Master praised her for being able to take what was asked of her. As Master was calming her with his words and gentle touches she could feel Sir working his fingers into her cunt and she could not help but moan with pleasure. "Look at my little whore, ass on fire and yet still wants to fuck, such a wanton little slut.

She had no way to make words, her mind was a whirling mess of cross wired pain and pleasure as Sir pushed 4 fingers into her tight cunt and started to fuck her. Finally finding words she looked her Master in the eyes "Yes my Master your whore, please fuck me, please Master"

Sir chuckled and pulled his fingers from her cunt, sliding back, he motioned her to move with him. Taking out his cock he smiled at her "Come sit on this and be a good girl so your Master can fuck your tight little ass and make a little fuck sandwich out of you"

A shiver ran up her spine as she knelt there, on all fours in the middle of the large bed. Naked with her ass in the air. Every inch of her skin was covered in goosebumps, she swore her heart would beat right out of her chest. She felt his hand on her flank, and she began to settle down a bit. Her Master had told her to expect to serve others then just himself, and here she was, naked with three men in the room, all looking at her as her Master kept her in place.

"I told you she would obey," he says to his friends, "you are in for a treat." The words whirled in her mind as his hand slapped down hard on her right ass cheek leaving a perfect hand print as she gasped at the sharp pain and then sting. "You will obey, won't you my slut?"

Realising he expected an answer from her, she worked hard to clear the fog from her mind that was the whirl of what was happening. "Yes my Master, I will obey" the words were ragged, as if she was tripping over the letters to get them out.

"Good girl." Every inch of her being swelled with happiness at those two words, they were what made her complete. "Now ask my friend there to let you suck his cock while I fuck that tight little ass I own"

Spinning, whirling, her mind a tumbling mess of broken thoughts. Just as he had told his friends she did obey. "Please Sir, please let me suck your cock" looking the man in the eyes for a moment, waiting and she begged a second time, "please I need to suck your cock please Sir, let me suck your cock while you fuck my face."

She must have chosen the right words, because her Master's friend opened the fly to his pants and stuck his already hard cock in her face. She suckled and licked, her lips working up and down each inch and she could hear his moans of pleasure. Her own moans followed his shortly there after as she felt her Master's cock push past her tight ring and slowly push all the way into her ass. The most blissful thing in her world was to enjoy the feeling of her Master balls deep in her ass.

That was the start of a long tiring weekend of sucking and fucking, that seemed a blur to her. She accepted her place as her Master's slut, and obeyed his commands to take each of his friends any time he commanded it. It took a full week to recover from being used hard and put away wet.

Each little twinge and sore spot only made her smile at the memory of how it happened.
Master's little slut.

The haze of sleep was still clouding my mind when I felt his cock pressed against my ass cheeks. I could feel him getting hard as he was humping my ass in his sleep. Who was I to deny my Master, even in his sleep.

Reaching behind me, I slowly worked his hard cock into my ass, stopping to adjust, that was when I felt him start to actually wake up. I could feel him work my as nice and slow making my body tremble. I let out a soft moan when he whispered in my ear "Such a cock slut, even in my sleep you want my cock," Suddenly he pushed in hard, balls deep into my ass and I let out a yelp. "You want it so bad little slut? How about I make your ass nice and sore then?"

Those words gave way to to him pounding my ass, his thick cock stretching me out. I whimpered and moaned, the sweetest pain and pleasure mixed through my body as my Master abused my ass hole. Clawing at the sheets I don't even remember how many orgasms I had, but I do remember when Master emptied into me, the hot spurts of cum filling my ass.

As he slowly slid from my ass, I felt him reach around for something off the bedside table, and then I felt it, my plug. "Here slut, keep that in there for the night" The plug slid in easily and trapped his cum in my bottom for the rest of the night.

Falling asleep in his arms, my ass happily filled, this was my life as his slut and I loved it.

Wow, talk about stepping back in time. I found the Story of O movie and decided it was perfect for this rainy afternoon. There is so much from my first introduction to D/s that I understand better now. Possibly why my first Dom thought the only choices I had were to obey or to leave. Just wow.

I will say I am grateful his preferred implement was a hand, hair brush and occasionally a belt. The whips and quirts in the movie are extremely painful, though that was not actually shown marking the girls.

I understand so much better why I say the phrase "I will obey" so much. And possibly why I cherish the marks I am given by hand, brush or belt. My marks take me back to how I got them. To being strong and taking what was asked of me. Just recently I was telling of a time a Dom asked me to accept pain. I loved him, how could I not accept. He had me bend over the arm of the couch, so that my upper body was completely supported. My bottom was already a soft blush from his hand settling me down, getting me into that head space. 5 strikes, that is all he wanted from me. He wanted me to accept 5 strikes of his belt. I was terrified and yet I wanted to make him proud of me. The first strike came down on my ass like fire. The scream was out of my lips before I could even try to muffle the sound. I could barely breath, my body was in shock and my brain was screaming at me to move, to get away from the pain. I stayed, as tears came to my eyes. The second strike criss crossed the first and I thought for sure that I would crumple to the ground. Again a scream that I could not muffle. He stopped went to the bathroom and brought out a damp wash cloth, stuffing it in my mouth. The next three were a blur of absolute pain, I wasn't even sure my skin was still on that is the fire that went through me. I was a sobbing mess of shaking pain.

He brought me into his arms, softly petting my hair, making hushing noises, and I will never forget the words he spoke, "such a good girl, you make me so proud" Those words collared me more then any strip of leather ever could. That moment, of surviving the pain, of his touch, his smell, the words... it was paradise.

Why had she foolishly opened her mouth about getting a collar at the pet store? In the vanilla world and there to choose the piece that would be around her neck any time she served him. She swallowed hard and slowly walked at his side towards the giant box store.

"Why not look there first and if there wasn't something he liked then there was always the adult store?" Sometimes being a good sub meant uncomfortable situations, but she knew her place and it was to make him happy. So there they were about to enter the store, her hands shaking lightly.

"Let's see what they have." the words brought her back to moment and all she could do was nod. Reminding herself these people had no clue they were there for her collar and not a dog's. That was what she kept telling herself. And damn why was she so wet already just walking into a vanilla world store for a piece of leather for her neck?

She had taken a proper measurement at home to know what would fit and what would not. They walked down the isle and stopped to look at some of the cute little dog ones and they laughed a bit. Then there were the thicker leather ones for the bigger dogs, and her.

Her nervousness kept her fairly quiet, she could barely breath as his hand stopped at one of the black collars and pulled it from the display.

"Lift your hair I want to see if it will fit." The words invaded her brain and she was sure she would faint right on that spot.

"Sir?" was all she managed to say.

"I said lift your hair, I want to see if it will fit properly"

Her shaking fingers reached up to gather the long red tresses and she straightened her neck as she felt him run the leather collar over her skin, and pulling it to fasten it to her neck.

She was begging the floor to swallow her up, praying that the rest of the people didn't notice.

"That will do fine" and with those words he removed it from her neck and led her up to the cashier.

She walked at his side as they left the store, still shaking. His fingers brushed over her hair, "You did good pet." Those words melted her fear, and gave her that inner warmth knowing she had pleased the dom who had chosen her for himself.

The craving, to let go, to be set free, to submit can be blinding. It is a a terrible hunger that eats at the soul. To wake up to her Master sliding his cock up her slick pussy, that moan that it pulls from our lips. I miss the freedom and the hard use. Enjoying a spanking lovingly accepting the sharp warm pains to delight him. The feel of his hand in my hair, that strong tug that makes me draw a gasp and a purr. My mind is a jumble of hunger and some day I shall find that Sir that feeds that hunger, who knows how to bring out the best of me.

They had been talking back and forth for a few days, chatting online, and getting a feel for each other. There seemed to be a common ground to work from, after all each person has their own tastes and desires.

She saw there was a message waiting for her on the site and little butterflies fluttered in belly as she clicked the link to go see who it was. As the page opened, she could not help but smile, she had liked talking with this particular man.

"Agree to dinner with me tonight," is how it started. "We can talk and see if there is that spark. You can decide over dinner yes or no, but understand, if you answer yes, you will come back to my place, and it will begin. Safe words will be set in place, but after that, you will submit."

She could feel her toes curl and her stomach butterflies seemed to be pretending to be a tornado inside of her. Her hands trembled as she tried to type out the simple reply "Where and when?" and hit send.

What the hell was she thinking? What made her answer like that? Her hands were still shaking and she decided a cup of tea might help, but really her mind was all a buzz. They had talked of butt plugs and spanking and she could feel her pussy lips tighten at the very thought. She was so distracted that she missed the tea cup completely with the spoon of sugar and she cursed at herself for being so silly.

Cleaning up the small mess, she finally had her cup of tea and went to settle in the living room for a bit. Why did she feel like a school girl being asked to prom? She wasn't new to the lifestyle. She knew herself well enough to understand the things she needed.

"Oh fuck it" she muttered and got up to head to the shower, getting ready for dinner.

The warm water caressed her skin as she poured citrous scented soap onto the sponge and began to scrub away the day. The scent was delightful, and both soothing and yet exciting. They say that citrous is a scent that is an aphrodisiac. Sliding her soapy fingers over her pale nipples made them hard almost instantly and she let out a soft moan. So tempted to slide her fingers into her swollen pussy for a little relief she chose not to, though it was a struggle, she did not want to take the edge off, she wanted to meet him, as she was. A woman happily in touch with her sexuality, and her submissive cravings.

Drying off, she scented her skin with oils and set to combing out her long hair. Taking in large deep breaths to steady her nerves as she got ready to leave. The entire time wondering, what would she answer, yes or no?

The day is hot and with the house to myself I decided clothes were very optional. Sexual frustration has been building for days, and while I can find quick release with my little egg vibrator pressed to my clit, the relief is short lived. A simple orgasmic release isn't what I am craving. I guess that is why the conversation started out with hello and quickly went to desires.

It is freeing, as a woman, to be able to openly admit how much you enjoy sex. Not that soft gentle love making that is a woman's duty, no I am talking about setting your inner slut free. Where you can openly talk about how you want his hard cock pounding you until your pussy is sore the next day. Does that sort of thing make you smile? I know it makes me smile.

Oh to be able to just let go, be free to beg for what you want, you crave. Feeling his cock leave your dripping cunt to push against your tight asshole, and moaning low in your throat as you push back to accept him. You feel the sting of pain through your ass cheek as his hand comes down and you gasp not just at the pain but at the delightful high that it pushes you to.

You talk of how you love the feel of his fingers twined in your hair as he fucks your mouth, his other hand slapping your large tits, and you feel free. You want to fuck, you want to beg to have him in you. This is where you find your freedom.

Being a woman with deep sexual needs and desires, it takes a certain man to set you free.

The conversation had gone well, and each time I mentioned something I liked, I could almost see the shudder of goose bumps working their way up his spine. It was that ease of reaction that I enjoyed, that little high of knowing you have their attention and their imagination.

The conversation was light and casual as people came and went all around them in the coffee shop. I watched him as he sat there, my eyes working up and down what I could see of him as he sipped his coffee and we talked of vanilla life things.

Short brown hair, kept neat, but not so short that I could not easily thread my fingers up from the nape of his neck and get a firm grip on the back of his head. I am sure that knowing smile must have graced my lips for a moment, I have a terrible poker face when I am intrigued.

Further conversation, and he mentions he bikes to and from work a good 12 kms a day. Again that mischievous smile reaches my lips. "I enjoy summer and cyclists, biking makes for great targets" Who wouldn't want a nice firm ass to swat, specially when the core of my strength is upper body. A solid target to lay a firm beating on is always so pleasant.

The conversation continued, we laughed, we looked like two vanilla people enjoying conversation over coffee. The rest of the world had no clue the ideas bouncing around in my head. How when next we met, I would expect to have him strip down, run my hands over him like he was a horse ready for auction, testing to see if this is what I would want to keep.
They could not see, the thoughts of seeing the type of tension his nipples could take, or my wonder at the taste of his skin as my teeth sought to find those little spots where the neck meets the shoulder muscles.

We parted after a few hours of conversation, though he did properly walk me to my car. I looked him straight in the eyes, ran my fingers up through his hair and pulled him to me, tasting his lips and instantly feeling his excitement. The shiver moved through him from head to toe and I could not help but laugh happily. That was what I wanted most, his reaction, that feast that fills that dominant high.

Driving home I thought to myself. "He will do. He will do"

Doing a little editing and revamping of some of my writing today. You might want to go back to some of your favourite pieces and enjoy them again.

She walked beside him, stride for stride through the open field surrounded by deteriorating rock walls created long before they were both even born. The sun was warm on the skin and the breeze rustled the leaves of the fruit trees he had taken her to see. Apples mostly, of different varieties standing tall. Young trees just coming to the time of producing some fruits.

The wind pulled lightly at her hair, and she was drawn back to that morning, long red tresses twined in his fingers as she woke beside him. The tingle of goose bumps covered her flesh as she was reminded of earlier that morning, and how he had made her gasp and moan with delight. It was one of her favourite ways to wake up in the morning, specially one she had the time to lounge afterwards and enjoy the warm glow. To lay back and get lost in the after effects like a cat happily caught in a bright sunbeam.

It must have been reflected in her eyes as she looked at him as he explained his plans for the grove, maybe it was a simple quick intake of breath as the thoughts of how easily she could submit to him. Knowing that with him, her desires and cravings were not a thing of shame but rather he enjoyed knowing just how much had wanted him.

"What are you thinking?" His voice bringing her back into the reality around her, making her blush when she realized how her mind had drifted back to that morning, and even more so how it stirred the fire of desire again so soon.

A simple question, and she had promised to always answer honestly. "How it would feel to have you fuck me here in the field, on all fours." Any other words she may have spoken never made it out of her mouth as he kissed her hard reaching to release the button on the pants she wore.

Eagerly she wriggled from the fabric around her legs and yet in never made it past her ankles as he guided her to her knees, a moan pushed from her lips. Her top and bra lost some how as she came to be on all fours, bare ass in the air, and her sexual hunger reflecting in her hazel eyes.

With no need of warm up, she felt him thrust into her wet cunt, the thicker grasses prodding and scrapping at her naked breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her fingers twisted around grass and rocks as she moaned and cried out in pleasure, not a care at all for the painful little stabs the thicker dried grass made on her ample breasts that swung heavily back and forth.

She lost track of how many times he made her cum, as he fucked her. This was not love making this was base root sex. This was about her admitting her need honestly, and him taking her without mercy until she lay there, his cum leaking from her swore cunt as she trembled with those little after shocks, whimpering at just how tender her breasts had become with the thick scratches.

They would be parted from each other, but she would always remember him and how she could always readily admit to her wanton need to be fucked and that it was never used to belittle her, but rather set her free.

*First Draft*

Just 48 hours earlier she had been seated beside him at the restaurant, enjoying the warmth of his body next to hers as they both talked and enjoyed a meal together. But it was not the meal that kept replaying in her mind. Oh it had been a wonderful meal, well prepared, and great conversation as well, but it was later, once dinner was done, and they were sipping red wine, that was the part her mind kept returning to.

Every inch of her body felt like it was wriggling with this insatiable need, a craving, something deep at the core, stirring by the one night in his bed. Now she could go on about it like some silly romance novel, and be coy even with herself, but it was not her way. She remembered the feeling of his hands on her body, his lips, his teeth, that small curve where her shoulders met her neckline still had that faint twinge in the muscle when she moved and it made her smile.

Just how many orgasms had she enjoyed that night? Really should she even remember, more then 10 perhaps less then 100, but sure as she could be, it may never be enough.

She had long given up on the men who told her over and over how much they loved eating pussy, how they loved to go down on a woman. Oh she had heard that one over and over, and while they might have enjoyed their meal at the Y, they certainly lacked in the skills to make it worth her while. Really, being bored by being eaten out could kill an entire evening with one or two licks. Oh but this was different, and for once it was ever so true. As he kissed his way along her inner thigh she thought she might melt away, lips, teeth, tongue all working their magic. When he parted her neither lips and began to lap at her clit with his tongue she thought for sure she had died and gone tot he gates of sexual heaven. At least the part where they kept those who actually knew what they were doing, for she had not found one here on earth till this moment.

Moaning and writhing under him, her arms reached out, hand trying to grab at just about anything as the sensations of delight worked through her belly to her limbs and out through each finger and toe. Grabbing and clawing at the head board, the pillows, anything at all she could get her hands on, as the orgasms crashed down over her body again and again. "Oh my gawds a man who actually knows how to eat a woman," the words slipped from her lips between gasps for air. Normally she was not so forward or bold, but he had said to just be herself, promise to just be herself, and she took him at his word.

Smiling at him as he kissed his way up her soft belly and between her ample breasts, she leaned forward to kiss the man who had already brought her such intense pleasures. Tasting her juices on his lips, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. She was hungry for more. After all if this was just the start, she wanted an full 8 course sexual delight.

*Second Draft*

It's all in the little details, at least it was when she was getting ready to go out for a date night with a fellow kinkster. It is a seduction, a dance between two people that have, at a kiss, known that they would partner each other very well When preparing for such an evening things had become almost like a ritual to her, and she let no little detail go until she felt it was perfect.

Sitting sipping a nice cup of earl grey, one and one, while flipping through more bits of information, taking in details that might be important, she decided to pour a bath with vanilla this time. After all the drive may be a little bit taxing in the sudden little winter storm that had blown in, and vanilla was soothing to the senses. The other reason, her main reason for which she chose it was because, combined just right on certain parts of the body, it created a subtle desire in one's partner. Scent has a strong hold on human beings and with the right skills, one can set a mood with just a bit of scented soaps and creams.

Lowering herself into the bath, letting the warm water sooth her muscles as she relaxed, slowly washing away the day and replacing it with soft sensual French vanilla scented soaps, she allowed her mind to reflect on the story he had sent to her. They both enjoyed writing and she enjoyed the chance to get a glimpse into the man he was beyond what he chose to show the world. The tiny granules added to the soaps helped to clean away any rough skin, after all, a woman should be soft to the touch. Specially when the story revealed a bit of a romantic behind the writer. Romantics adored the pleasures of a partner, and with just a bit of soaps and bath salts, she was hoping to complete that mood on her own skin. The warm water trickling over her ample round breasts as she rinses away the last of the fragrant bubbles, leaving just the faintest of hints of the rich vanilla on her skin. Finally after a long and relaxing soak she pulled herself from the tub, water sliding down her naked form as she stepped out, reaching for the fluffy oversized towel, and wrapping it around her round curvy body, she slowly made her way to her bedroom.

Lounging on the bed, she grabbed up the Moroccan vanilla cream, and began to work it into her skin. Working both the soft shimmer and of course rich scent, with her continued dressing ritual there must be attention to detail, placement is extremely important. Along the arms, making sure to rub in a little extra at the elbows, but not all the way up the shoulders. Fingers, yes, and the palms of the hands to keep them soft, one does not take up a gentleman in her hands roughly. Of course a partner might want to nip and nibbled along shoulders and neck, and this was not a cream with a delicate flavour, so these particular places should be skipped, with scent added around but not actually on that area, taste is important. Up and along the legs, with ample amounts over knees and hips, but never along the inner thigh, again details are important. Under her generous breasts, but never along nipples, never inter fear with natural taste of skin, at least not in one to discourage a partner from further exploration with lips and tongue, and even perhaps teeth.

Laying back against the pile of pillows, she finished her now luke warm tea, letting all the creams and scents soak into her skin. Using the moments of quiet to clear her mind, and let the world fall away. Slowly rising and with the ritual nearly complete she moves to the closet and picks out the clothes in which to wrap herself in. Starting with the black and rose DDD bra, raising the girls high and prominently, searching for the perfect pair of panties to match with it. Sitting down she slowly slides the black stockings up her legs, smoothing out the stay up lace tops before continuing to put together her perfect outfit, to wear out for the night now that she had completed what would suit once they came back in. New jeans, with that little bit of wear to them, and then the slightly bohemian and rather see through blouse, that under the right lightening allowed glimpses of curves through the red and black sheer fabric.

Content with the ensemble she had put together, she straightens it all with a simple brush of her hands and makes her way to the bathroom to finish up the look. Running the brush through her long red hair, she takes stock of all the brushes and paints and colours in the crystal bowl she keeps her make up in. Being that dinner will be in the country rather then in the city she chooses soft shades, and simple powder rather then the thick layers she might use for a night out somewhere in the city. All in all working for that soft, yet confident look once everything is put together just so.

She decides that she won't bother with earrings or any other bits of jewellery then the amber stones on a strand that she wears around her neck. Nothing that might distract or even get in the way of exploring and enjoying each other. After all you see, it is all in the little details.

"One more sleep" she told herself. They had connected on one of those vanilla online dating sites, and here she was, sitting in front of the computer, her window into that world. He had sent a polite, well worded message, something that was not the norm for any dating site if you were a woman. It was that intelligence, and respectful tone that led her to respond.

They spent the night sending messages back and forth, learning a bit more about each other and then finding through the list of common questions they were both kink friendly. After further messages, they both realized they were a whole lot more then just kink friendly. Open minded, with common kinks, finally she had agreed to meet for a lunch date.

All of that led to this moment, sitting in front of her computer again, that little twinge of excitement at meeting someone like minded, and going over the profile he had posted on the NOT vanilla site. Sipping her tea and scanning the things he liked, she couldn't help but smile, and with each line the smile became brighter.

Ohhh spankings, and a swat on the bottom to remind you you're mine, all part of the list that sent a shiver up her spine. Spankings had never been a punishment in her adult play life, but more that warm claiming of a bottom. Never shall she fear the hand of her dominant or that which his hand holds, had been how she was taught at that ever so impressionable age of 18. Back when a warm bottom had been the norm. When eventually, that which she dreaded had become something that made her neither lips moisten.

Next, ooooh anal. Who would think you would find an intelligent, polite, man into spanking and anal on a vanilla web site? Long ago, anal had been something she dreaded, something she accepted from her dominant, that was until in time and with a little vibrating friend, it became something she looked forward to. Something she considered as her dominant claiming and marking his territory.

And then she found the link to a weblog site that lead to photos of beautiful ample women wrapped up in bedsheets with a look in her eyes that just ooozed sensuality. Next ones with butt plugs and even a beautiful round bottom filled with a lovely cock. That is when she decided a colder drink was in order and perhaps to open the windows. You know the mind is a powerful tool of sexual delight, specially for a woman.

Flipping through the photos left her breathless for a moment, each one a beautiful temptation of the eyes and mind. Sipping lightly on the iced tea now beside her at the computer, she fanned herself with her hand for a moment, fairly certain there would be some interesting dreams that night.

Taking another sip, and chewing on her bottom lip, she stopped and reminded herself. "Come on girl, it's just lunch" but first perhaps an evening date with that little vibrator in the bedside drawer.

Her wrists were bound with leather cuffs, their chrome coloured buckles held the leather tightly in place. There wasa small lock threaded through the tiny loop to keep them securely in place. Her supple body folded at the waist, her breasts pushed onto the leather that covered the top of the bench. Allison tugged and pulled in frustration, finding herself unable to move more then an inch and only if she pulled the leather till it bit into her wrists marking where she was bound. She lay there wondering, was any way out of this situation she had gotten herself into.

She had said yes, she had held out her wrists to him and watched as the leather wrapped around her wrists, shaking when he locked them into place. But now the feeling of being completely vulnerable began to sink in. Breathe, just breathe, words she repeated over and over in her mind.

Feeling so naked now that he had cut her panties from her body, all she could do was wait for his return. Nerves causing tremors in her calves as she worked to breathe and calm herself, which was proving to be more and more difficult. With her skirt pushed up and the lack of any under garments she could feel the cool air on her damp pussy. Wait, what? the thought came to mind, why am I wet? Allison was shocked how her body was reacting, even without a single touch and in her realization she blushed a great bright red.

Hearing the rustle of the fabric of his pants when he rose from the chair the truth hit her.He has been seated there the entire time, watching her in silence. Allison's mind whirled, dear god did I give away anything? What have I done?

Authur smiled as he approached his prey, his hand lazily rubbing her bare bottom as he felt her squirm at his touch. Slowly letting his fingers slide to her lightly swollen pussy lips. A rumbling chuckle echoes in the room as his finger comes back slick and wet. "Looks like you belong here little one" his words reach her ears and the baratone voice sends ripples through her body. "When I am done with you, you will be begging me and acknowledging that you are a complete slut for cock"

Allison hears his words and her mind screams "no no no no no" but her body is quiviering at every little touch. Smack! The sound echoes through the room as the pain spreads through her right ass cheek. "owwww" is all she manages to say.

"Every time I spank your bottom you will say thank you Sir. Do you understand me?"

"But, please, I don't know about this," the words come tumbling from her lips.

"Are you using a safe word?" he asks, rubbing the sting in her bottom waiting for her answer.

I can stop this, I can make it all stop, Allison thinks to herself. Breathing deep, feeling his hand rubbing the sting from her bottom, working to understand that the line between her fantasies and reality are about to blurr. "No, I am sorry," the only words she manates to speak.

Smack! his hand comes down again, the red print on her pale skin flares brightly, "No what?? We talked about this. No what?"

Allison yelpos at the stinging pain, writing against the bonds that keep her in place, "No Sir, I am sorry Sir"

Authr reaches and slowly rubs the sting from the most recent swat and lets his eyes decour every inch of this beautiful body bound for his pleasure. "Ten more and you are to thank me for each one. Understood?"

It was just a conversation over a glass of rich red wine. I could feel his deep smokey grey eyes tracing their way over my body. I could feel him undressing me, one piece of clothing at a time, as I sat across from him. Lifting the clear round glass to my lips I feel the flavours of grapes and wood trickle over my tongue. I feel the hint of a warm shiver ride up my back, sitting there knowing I am being judged, just like a horseman looking for his new prize winning beast.

I lower my gaze ever so slightly, just enough to catch the tailored stitches of the prefectly pressed black dress pant as I look towards his lap, my lips turn up in a soft smile. I reach out, with deep concentration to keep from displaying the butterflies dancing the jive in the core of my belly, to put the glass down on the hardwood table that keeps the distance between his strong muscled form and my womanly curves. I know this game, this bait dangling there waiting to see if I bite, if I want it bad enough, but I force myself to wait. Yes I am hungry, and it is so tempting, but protocol needs to be set. Reality must come before the fantasy can pour forth from our minds and become the dance of delight with fantasy come to life with bodies twined in passion. A passion so thick held in the air you would think a single spark would ignite the entire building at set everyone inside bursting into carnal flames.

"Will you come with me?" His voice has just the hint of baratone that makes the hairs at the back of my neck stand, and I can not help but shiver.

I shake my head, dark red tresses slide back and forth over my shoulders. Strands dancing against the pale skin of my neck, "No, I won't., not yet." The words are not what my body wants. It just wants the release, to fly free, but there is so much more to the dance that must come first.

His eyes flicker with a hint of anger, a scowl touches his lips as he places his own glass down on the hardwood table. "That is not what you said in your email, that is not what I came to hear." the words come out almost as a growl, as a wolf denied his prey.

I trace my finger over the rimmed edge of the glass of wine, not wanting to show just how nervous I am, hoping the light tremour iin my hand does not betray me. His eyes seemed to look right through me, and it made me stop and draw in a long slow breath. "Condoms, safe words, and hard limits" I manage to actually keep my voice clear and strong, hopefully keeping some of my more basic responses hidden, for the moment.

The cross look is dispelled from his eyes with my words. With a strong hand he reaches out to take his glass once more, nodding "Yes, of course. As I said in the email, I agree to use them as it is best for us both. Your words are yellow and red for now, if things become more between us then we can consider more individually suited ones. As for your hard limits, I have gone over them, and understand what you will not do."

I relax back in my chair, reaching for the glass of merlot jeweltone liquid, savouring the flavour. "Thank you, I had to be sure." the words hold a tremble of uncertainty but I take strength from the warmth curling in my belly from the well chosen red wine.

This time as I place my glass back, his finger wrap around mine, holding my hand in his larger one, "So, will you come with me?"

I can feel the heat on my face as I blush, looking down at his hand wrapped around mine. My tongue darts out to lick at my lips now suddenly dry and I can taste the wine, the excitement and the little speck of uncertainty. I look up and meet his gaze, "Yes," the word is soft and yet solid.

Without releasing my hand, he looks around the restaurant for our waiter. Catching his attention he states firmly "check please" as he squeeses my fingers lightly.

I can feel the goosebumps rise on my skin as I sit naked on the edge of the bed. I lick my lips nervously, reaching to run my fingers over the edge of the blindfold covering my eyes.

I feel his hand over mine and he lowers it to my lap. His thick fingers push a strand of stray hair from my face and my lips part, my breath passing over the damp skin.

Strong fingers wind into my hair and I gasp as I feel my head pulled slightly upward, warm lips crush mine with the passion of a kiss taken from me. Every inch of my skin is on fire, and I can't help but moan low.

Yelping I squirm and writhe as I feel the fingers of his other hand pull roughly at my nipple, holding out my ample breast just by that skin, stretching making me utter mewling sounds of pain. Just as I think I am going to have to use my caution word, my nipple is free and I gasp long and loudly as the blood rushes back in.

Warm lips leave mine and place a tender kiss upon my forehead. I hear the words, " Good girl, we are just getting started"

the pent up frustration, that need to be able to let the emotions just roll off of you, that point of craving a spanking, that kind that starts soft and slow and builds up to the strikes of pain pushing you just far enough to let the damn burst and the tears flow. curling up against him as finally you have relief and the freedom to let it all wash away... only to feel the heat building in your loins craving to feel his cock slide deep into your bright red ass, parting your cheeks and feeling that complete submission as he sinks his thickness between your ass cheeks taking what is his to have....

God I need that kind of release...

When did it become oh so hard to find him? Not the man with the fake stories and the inability to make your insides melt. Not the ones from so far away that want you to tell them everything and send them pictures. That one, who leans down and kisses your forehead when getting out of the car. That simple act makes your insides scream. His hand held out for yours as he guides you. He who brings out that need, that desire, that inner sanctuary of your soul. Knowing full well at any moment of time alone, he can and will take you, make you his, mark you with his scent his marks, his passion.

Where is he?

Not yet even close to spring and yet the hunger the need stirs up its ugly head. When it has been so long that those hidden desires slip into the nights of dreams and you wake up craving, wanting... but it is not there.

I can remember the touch to my long hair, the graze of teeth along the back of my neck and hat hard push of thick cock pressing between my ass cheeks as I awaken from those dreams... but the man isn't there now... it is quiet and my inner beast stirs with lusty hunger

We had been chatting back and forth, teasing and tormenting each other like crazy. Finally decided that we would meet up and if the heat was still there in person we would spend the rest of the night enjoying each other.

We had met on one of those vanilla dating sites and when he found out I liked it up the ass and often he told me his cock got hard just thinking about it.

When he told me he could cum 3 or 4 times and still be hard I think I just about fainted.

So there we were, face to face on my front step, and I looked up at him and he looked down at me and we both smiled.

"Just tell me yes, and take me to your bedroom and know that if you do I will fuck you hard and fast. This won't be about making love, it will be about me claiming every one of your holes"

I thought I would just about pass out on the spot, "Yes," it was more of a moan then an actual word and I took and led him up to the bedroom.

He turned, closed the door and looked at me, ran his hand through my hair behind my head and then closed his fist and pulled my face to his kissing me hard. His tongue snaking to demand entry into my mouth.

Just as fast he pushed me to my knees and my mind was whirling. "Take out my cock and suck it slut" he said, calm and firm.

My fingers trembled as I worked to free his hard cock from behind the zipper of his jeans and his fingers tightened in my hair.

Once freed from his jeans his hard 8 inches bobbed in front of my face and I opened my lips and wrapped them around the head of his shaft. Within seconds of my lips around his cock he started to push my head down onto his length making me gag then letting me up for air. He started fucking my face pushing to make me gag and drool over the full length of him.

"That's a good girl, get it all covered in your drool cause it is going straight up your ass whether you are ready for it or not."

I felt my pussy lips practically dripping, and I continued to suck as best I could as he continued to fuck my face.

Suddenly he was pushing me face down into the bed, ass up in the air, as he lifted the skirts he had told me to wear and pushed two fingers into my dripping cunt...

My mind was whirling as he fucked my cunt first with two fingers then three. "Just say yes once more and your ass is mine to fuck... here and now" his words echoed in my ear.

I trembled, face pushed down into the bed by my hair pinned there. His fingers pumping my pussy so hard I was sure I was about to cum.

"Yes, fuck please yes" I moaned out, and true to his word, he pressed the head of his hard shaft to my tight little rose bud and then pushed his way balls deep into my ass.

I screamed out, my gods how it hurt to be taken so fast with only my own spittle as lube. He just kept fucking my ass, true to his word, once I had said yes he was going to fuck me hard, deep and any way he wanted to.

As his precum began to lubricate the inner walls of my ass, I went from moaning in pain to moaning in that sweet pleasure mixed with that little hint of pain. He pushed one hand under me and his fingers played over my swollen clit.

"oooh fuck I am going to cum.... " I cried out and I felt his hand tighten in my hair, "Not yet little slut, beg.... " his fingers playing over my clit even faster, shit I wanted to cum right then.

"Oooh fuck please can I cum, please I need to cum.... fuck please.... anything please"

Somewhere in there I must have said something right because I heard his husky laugh and then "Yes cum for me slut"

I think I came so hard I was going to flood the bed, and then I could feel his cock throb in my tight ass. With he grunt of pleasure I felt him push balls deep one more time and unload into my ass.

As we lay, side by side on the bed, still mostly clothed, but spent, he ran his hand gently through my hair, "That was only round one" he said with a wicked smile on his face.

And he pushed me down over the hood of my own car, his hands already fumbling with his fly to release the beautiful bulge I could already feel pressed into my ass. As soon as he was free he fought to shove my pants to my ankles and slid his hand to my already wet pussy.

"God you are so wet" I could hear him moan his sexual need into my ear, "I am going to fuck you so hard tonight"

I shivered and felt like a school girl, laid out over the hood of my own car, bare ass in the air and the feel of the warm summer breeze on my skin.

He pushed the thick head of his cock against my wet lips and with one thrust sunk himself balls deep into my eager pussy. He reached up, wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled my head back and began pumping me like he was riding a bronco. Over and over his cock sunk into me and over and over I pushed back wanting more, needing to feel all of him inside me. With a slap to my ass I yelped and arched up, he pushed further in. Again and again and I was flying high.

This morning I rolled over, hoping for more, but he was not there.

Yes I love sex, I love being fucked, and I wanted it again.

I kneel at your feet, watching as you discuss with the other man in the room that I am yours completely.? He doesn't seem to understand and continues to ask questions.

I see you smile as you look down at me.? "Strip and display in front of him, " you say softly.

I push myself to my feet and carefully take off my clothing, folding them and setting them carefully on the bed.? I tremble inside, but I am learning now to be brave when you share me with another.

I walk up to him, stand with my legs spread wide and my hands clamped behind my head thrusting my large breasts forward.? I hide nothing from this man you present me to.?

His eyes are wide that I would stand there so completely open and naked in front of him, and yet he reaches out towards me as if to touch my breasts and then stops looking over at you.

I hear you deep laugh, "Touch her, tell her what you want, she will obey as if the words were mine.? Won't you my dear?"

"Yes Master," I reply my breath catching in my throat.

The man grabs my breasts and twists them, his fingers digging deep into the flesh and I cry out in pain, forcing myself not to back away.

He stops instantly at my sound.? And looks over at you, "I want to hear her cries, will you allow it?"

Now I understand.? He is another dominant and you wish to show me off, not just to your co-worker but to a man who understands obedience and expects it.

"You may use her as you like, but cause nothing that will mark her permanently."? These are the only words I hear and I tremble.? Tonight I am not the sweet niece tonight I am the slave you have trained long and hard to be pleasing.

The man slides his belt from his pants, and grabs my hair pulling me over to the arm chair and then pushing me over it to thrust my ass out.? I gasp and cry out, shivering knowing there will be no warm up, there will be no soothing caresses, this man wants my screams.

Tears fill my eyes as I know what is to come. "Tell me your safe word," he growls in my ear.

"Bananas Sir," I reply the fear in my voice evident.

"Good girl," he says roughly.? "There will only be ten, but they will be hard, they will be fast and they will be to push you beyond anything you have known."

"Yes Sir," is all I manage to say before the belt swings down against my pale skin causing it to welt instantly.? I scream, loud and long, the pain is beyond what I could imagine.

And then I hear, "That's my girl, give into it my good girl" Master's words.? They bind me to that spot and as the next strike hits I scream out again.?

By the fifth stroke I break and cry out "Bananas" crumpling to the floor, sobbing, my heart broken that I have failed you.

I feel warm arms around me, "Good girl... ssssh my darling little one, good girl,"

Master holds me in his arms and pets my hair as I cry, not understanding how my breaking could make him proud.

"I needed to know my little one, my sweet little one."

"Know what Master?" I ask in ragged gasps and sobs.

"You have always obeyed, always pushed.? I needed to know little one that you would call your safe word if you had to.? I needed to know that you would push hard for me, but would not push beyond that safety."

I weep in your arms, letting it sink in that this terrible pain was to keep me safe, and that I had passed this test.

"No more please Master." I whimper

"Never again like that my little one, never again."

It is that connection that I seek. Not just a tumble and play. I want to feel that each gasp, each act of submission brings that sweet high to both Dominant and submissive.

Read through the diaries and you will see what it is I seek. I have taken great time and effort to explain that bond. Please atleast do the honour of reading it, and perhaps understanding me a bit better.

One simple call from you and my heart is all butterflies, my body quivering and my mind runs wild with all the things we have been through together.

The car comes to the door to get me for dinner, and I am dressed and ready to join you.

Tonight it is just you and I, together after so long apart. I smile across the table, enjoy the red wine and catch up on what has been going on. All the time my mind wanders with the hopes of what shall happen soon.

You take my arm in yours as we walk back to the hotel. I curl in against you, that mind set of the submissive already coming to the front of my mind.

You open the door for me and we walk inside, you kiss me softly and send me to the bathroom to wash up and come back out naked.

This time you have me kneel in front of you, and I lean down and kiss the top of one of your shoes. My love and need for you so strong the greeting only seems right.

You reach and take a ball gag out of your bag, and I shiver with anticipation as I know that with the gag comes pain. You need to muffle my sounds so that we do not have security knocking down the door.

With the gag secure in my mouth you lead me to the desk in the room. I know this ritual well now. I lay my upper body over the desk as you run a hand through my hair.

The light swat of your hand to my lowwer cheeks makes me jump but it is only a slight sting. Over and over the playful swats rain down on my behind, preparing my mind and body for what is to come.

You lean in and kiss my cheek, "Good girl," I hear you say, "Now I am going to make your cry. If you need to safety out use your knuckles to knock on the desk three times quickly, but I want you to try and take it for me. I need you to show me you want to take it for me."

My mind whirls and I pray silently that I can make you proud. I hear you pull your leather belt from your pants and fold it in half. Crack it comes down hard on my ass, and I scream into the gag as my skin turns to fire. Over and over and I am sure I am going to use my safety but I push and don't.

You pull the gag from my mouth and pull me close, running your fingers over my hair to sooth as I sob trying to catch my breath.

"Good girl: you whisper in my ear and I am in bliss.

"Now my pet, go back to leaning over the desk, I have room service set to arrive in a few minutes. I intend to offer your holes to the boy as his tip. Think he will fuck you pet?"

I blush deep red, embarrassed to be in the situation and yet so loving you for doing this to me. "If it pleases you Master, I hope he does."

You smile and watch the heat come off my skin and the red welts you have placed their.

"Good girl" I hear you say and then a knock at the door

Dearest Uncle,

The craving has hit strong again. To be with you again. To have a vibe play along my clit as I lay over your lap with your hand raining down on my ass. I long for the orgasms you allow me as I am being spanked for your pleasure. I miss the sting of your belt and heat in my flesh. I miss you sliding your lubed fingers into my ass readying me for a serious ass fucking.

Beloved Uncle I truly miss you using me long and hard. I miss the dildo thrusting in and out of me as my moans and cries bring your amazing cock to life again only to use me harshly again and again. I long to feel the sting of your hand over and over. I miss being exhausted by your use.

I stand and wait quietly at your side as the cab pulls up to take us back to the hotel. Back to where I will be your property for the evening.

"I have been thinking about how you reacted last time I had a collegue with me," you speak softly but with a hint of a smile. "I have a surprise for you back at the hotel for tonight."

My mind whirls with ideas. Have you invited your collegue back again? Will I be displayed and offered to him again? I look down and smile softly, "I will do my best to make you proud."

You pat my hand that rests against your thigh, "I know you will pet." is all you say. The rest of the cab ride is almost unbarely silent.

You open the room door and guide me in. "Go shower and come prepared to present over the desk."

I tremble with anticipation and rush off to clean up after our evening out. I play with my nipples gently as I let the warm water rush over me. I could swear I hear the door open and close to the room, but the just return to cleaning myself up and rush to come out as instructed.

I towel the last of the water from my skin and walk naked into the room. I stop dead in my tracks and turn atleast ten shades of red as I notice there are two other men in the room. I gasp and try to hide my body with my hands.

"I said present over the desk" you snap the order in my direction. I move quickly to obey, even though my mind is a mess of questions.

I feel the eyes of the other men watch me as I learn my naked body over the desk and spread my legs so that the folds of my pussy are clearly displayed. All the while I am praying the desk will swallow me whole.

"There will be a punishment for your delay in obeying me little one." I feel you run your hands over the curve of my ass, as if handling the haunch of a prized horse. I shiver at your touch and will myself to stay in one place.

"I told these fine gentlemen that you are an obedient creature pet. That they would find you to be pleasing. Beg their forgiveness and ask they punish you if it pleases them."

I am mortified to the core but your harsh words "Beg them now." spur my voice from my lips.

"please Sirs this one begs your deepest forgiveness. please Sirs this one begs you punish her as it pleases you." the old guard words slip from my lips.

I hear one of the men chuckle softly and ask you, "May I demand she lay across my lap and beg to be spanked for her wrong doing?" It is obvious to me now that these are men that know the life we lead, they lead there own versions as well.

"You may make any demand of her at all this evening. If there is a problem I shall let you know. Otherwise she is to serve you as if she was serving me." I hear the harsh words come from your lips and am afraid. Then I hear something that builds in my the need to do whatever it takes. "I know she will make me proud."

"Well slut, beg me to spank you till I am satisfied" I hear the one man say.

"please Sir, this one wishes you spank her until you are throughly pleased to stop." I am afraid, and excited and I long not to fail you.

"Come lay across my lap little one and beg me." I move as fast as my trembling body will allow and drape myself across the man's lap presenting my ass high and willing.

"please Sir, punish this one as you wish" And before the words have died in the air I feel the wind move as his hand comes down harshly against first one ass cheek and then the next. I writhe with the pain as it becomes more and more instense. This man will not spare me, this man will take what he wants. With this knowledge I let go and be the slave you need of me. I sob and cry out as the pain intensifies but I do not beg him to stop.

Eventually the rain of harsh slaps stop and I am sobbing against his lap. He brushes his hand across my tender ass. "It is good to know your slave will take what she has earned" I hear his words to you my beloved Uncle.

"Go present over desk little one and await what is demanded of you." I move to obey your words, even though my body wants nothing but to collapse and hide from what is happening.

The other man speaks softly, "You have not begged my forgiveness yet."

"This one begs your forgiveness Sir and begs your punish as you see fit." I sob into the desk leaning into it to hold me soundly.

"Good girl" he says softly. He picks up a belt that was on the side table as he stands and walks up to me. "Beg me little one, beg me to punish you harshly"

I cringe wishing for anything but the words that slip from my mouth, "Please Sir punish this one harshly, I beg your punishment Sir."

And with that the belt cracks down across my ass and I scream out with the pain it causes my already tender ass cheeks. "We need to gag her, or the rest of the hotel will come running." he says simply to you my beloved Uncle. Shortly after which a bag gag is fitting into my mouth to help stifle my screams. Again the belt comes down across my ass cheeks and again I scream out but this time the gag steals the sounds from my mouth. Tears run down the side of my face as the lashes continue, then finally after what I think is the tenth blow it stops. My body sags against the desk and I weep as the gag is pulled from my mouth.

I feel you walk up behind me and pull me into your arms as you lead me to the bed. Gently stroking my hair you kiss my forhead as you tuck me into the bed for a moment. "I am proud of you my little one. Rest now, the night is young and you will have more trials yet to go through. Know this my little one, you have made me very happy to call you mine."

With those words I slide into a gentle moment of rest, feeling the pain and ache of my ass cheeks, knowing it is well worth it just to have heard you speak those words.

Dear Readers - Always keep in mind that letters to Uncle are an expresion of my thoughts and feelings at the time and are NOT a request of you the reader. They are a way to share this journey that occurs on occasion in my mind. They are NOT an invitation to be rude, crude or just plain nasty.

Thanks and enjoy, I shall be writing again soon.

Dear Uncle,

?It seems sometimes I can be an incredibly greedy little thing.? As you suggested with our time apart so much these days I found an interesting fellow with anal tastes.? I must say, one simple taste again and all I can think of is wanting more.? Our days together in the past have created such a hunger in me.??

Can I tell you a secret my dearest Uncle?

I have a little fantasy about you coming back into town with a business colleague.? Going out to dinner with you both in a nice quiet place, somewhere we can talk between servers arriving with items.

You talk to your colleague about me and you speak as if I can not speak for myself.? Telling him how wonderfully submissive I am once you get me back to the hotel room.? How I am sexually yours to command.? I am of course turning twenty shades of red and your work colleague is popping a tent in his pants.?

You invite him back with us to the room.? You tell me to go shower and come back out with nothing on.? I rush off and pray I will have the courage to comply.

When I return you are both seated near the desk with drinks in hand, talking quietly.? I walk up beside you, naked and wait quietly.?? You smile up at me, softly tell me I am a brave girl and tell me to go kneel in front of the other man.

I move over and kneel at his feet facing him and wait.? "Ask him if he will let you suck his cock pet." and I turn red but softly looking at the ground comply asking permission to suck his cock.

He seems taken back and surprised but also eager to see if I will do exactly that.? "That would be nice yes. Take it out of my pants and suck it while I speak with your Uncle."

I again comply, pulling down the zipper to his fine dress pants and freeing his stiff cock from his underwear.? Lovingly licking up and down then slowly working my mouth back and forth.?

He gasps and quickly places his drink down, grabbing the back of my head and pushing himself into my mouth, gagging me.? I hear your voice my beloved Uncle, telling him not to waste his hard on with just a blow job.? You tell him that I am your personal little ass slut.? I swear he is about to cum down my throat with that bit of information and he pulls out of my mouth briskly, holding back.?

"Go bend over the desk like a good girl," I hear you say.? I stand and walk to the desk, leaning my upper body across it with my ass and pussy fully exposed to both of you.? I can hear the smile in your voice when you ask him if he wants to use my body for his pleasure.

I hear the intake of breath from him as you explain he may use my pussy but that my ass is also available for use.? I am blushing and breathing against the desk as I listen behind me.?

"I have never had a woman's ass before,' I hear him say.? You chuckle and simply say "Beg him for it pet."

?I wish the table would swallow me whole, anything but I blurt out the words "Please fuck my ass."?

He spits on my asshole, not bothering for lube and places the head of his hard cock against my tight little whole.? "Are you sure?" he hesitates.?

"Tell him pet"?I hear you command.

"Yes I am sure, please fuck me in the ass" I manage to whimper out.? That is all he needs and he pushes himself into my ass making me cry out since he is forcing himself as much as he can.?

"I should stop," he says, "I am hurting her."?

Again I know you are smiling Uncle, "Do you like hurting her when you fuck her?" you ask.? There is a long pause as I lay prone on the desk with his cock in my ass.

Finally he says "Yes, actually it is making me crazy with the idea of just fucking the shit out of her ass."

So much for him being shy, it seems once you put your cock in a piece of ass that goes out the window.?

"Beg pet, do what you are supposed to."

I cringe against the cold desk top and gather up all my courage, "Please fuck my ass hard .. please." and I hide my face in my hair.?

Your colleague seems to have decided he is all in for this little fuck session and drives his cock deep into my bowels over and over. Gripping my hips he pounds and pounds as I cry out over and over with each plunge.?

I hate it, I hate the pain and I love it just the same.? I want to take it all for you, make you proud and part of me is taking it in and making it part of myself.? I feel him climax into my bowels and he collapses on top of me.? Slowly he moves back to his chair.?

Slowly I can feel the seed dripping out my ass for you both to see.

Dear Uncle you kindly lead me to the bed, letting my body collapse there, smoothing my hair you tell me you are proud of me.? You also tell me to rest for I am going to be the center of entertainment for the night.?

I kiss your fingers as they pass my face and relax into the bed to rest.? Well rest until round 2.

Why is it so hard to find a good hearted dominant male that has brains and likes to take a sexually submissive woman anally ??

I keep being told it is a rare thing to find a woman that likes ... even loves anal sex... too bad an intellegent man into the exact same thing is so hard to find as well.

Dearest Uncle,

It has been a long time since I have thought to write to you my deepest thoughts and feelings. I have missed your being here and let my mind focus on the mundane, but now I find myself longing again to be filled and whole and your sexual creature once again.

Nervous chills run over my body as I think of us being together again. Your fingers tightly twisted in my hair as you kiss me with the passion of our being apart so long, before releasing me to slip down seated on the floor in front of you, my eyes looking up at you full of need, passion and desire.

I wait quietly for those words to come from your lips. "Display, over desk". Joy leaps in my heart as I leap to my feet, carefully removing my panties and placing them on the desk. Quickly lifting up my skirts and bending full over the desk by your side. My legs spread as I quiver with the longing for your touch. I move to give you full access to my moistening pussy and as always my full ass cheeks and little pucker hole.

I feel your touch on my skin and gasp. It has been too long, far too long. Your fingers slip between my wet lips and I can sense the smile on your lips as my body tells you just how much I have missed you. I feel your hand graze over the flesh of my ass cheeks, touching and teasing. Then a soft slap of hand against flesh and I moan hoping for more.

"Tonight you will feel fire when you sit for dinner with me my little slut." The words from your lips run through me and I am weak in the knees hoping for more. The slaps rain down on my pale white skin, and I cry out as the heat and the pain fill me.

I feel your hands caress my hair to calm me as I hear the zipper of your pants slide down. The pop of the cap flipping open on the lubricant sends my mind a whirl as the drips of the cool liquid slide down my crack. "Beg me!" quiet and yet harsh the words blow across my ear.

I reach inside for the strength to answer, "please' I whisper.

A hand tightens in my hair and I feel your hardness between my cheeks. "Please what ?" you growl into my ear.

For certain I will die inside, with need and desire and fear and longing. "Use me..." the words slip like fog in the night from my lips and I feel your hard cock slide along my ass and push hard against my tight whole.

The pain and pleasure swim through me in a confused mixture as I feel you plunge deep into me, no mercy just a quick thrust as deep as my body will take and I cry out. My body reacts with its own memory and thrusts back towards you for more, I long for this, I need this. Tonight you offer no mercy and tonight I need it just as you demand.

My body swore but my soul is free, I lay tired against the desk you have used me on with the feel of your body against mine. Your hands softness now as you pet my hair and whisper softly to me those reasurances.

You strip the clothes from my body and lead me to the bath, the evening is young and dinner will be lovely I am sure, but I am still swimming in the world you lead me to.

"Such a good girl I hear you say," and I smile. "Tonight when dinner is done we shall return here and I shall take you again and again. I bought a new dong to fuck you with as I recover" My mind blurrs as you help me from the bath.

I lean into you as I reach to start getting dressed for dinner and smile. You kiss my lips lightly to reasure me once again, then out into the evening we go, as my mind swirls with what will be later tonight and into the early hours of the morning. When you leave I hope that the warmth will still fill my cheeks and my body too tired to long for more. Atleast for now.

Dearest Uncle,

I found something on a site today and it really made me smile.

Thank you Master for allowing me to seccumb to my most primal hungers ~ the lustful beast kept hidden from prying eyes ~ freed from the chains society places on us .... I revel in the knowledge that I am an absolute slut, your slut, and the wanton depths I could eagerly sink to ~ just to please you.

Dear Uncle,

I was talking to a friend today and they mentioned this extremerestraints site. Dear me and goodness but the more I looked around the site the wetter my puss got.

I saw these machines that fucked, and thought of what it would be like to be tied and have you line one of these up with my pussy and have it pound into me as you fucked my ass.

I looked at the toys over and over, I really really want one of those steel anal plug jewelry butt plugs. Reading the reviews about it had me so wet. All I could think of was having it inside me as we went out for the evening and having you turn me over the desk in the hotel room when we got back and spanking my ass hot and red with it in me. I know how much you just love spanking me before fucking me silly.

I thought how empty it would feel as you quickly pulled it out and then how wonderful it would feel to have you fill me again and take a good pounding to my little whole.

Oh uncle how I miss you when you are gone.

Beloved Uncle,

It was so nice to hear from you and know that you will be pushing that plug into my ass yourself. I understand that you will spank my ass a bright red, and that with each slap of your hand to my pale flesh you love me even more. I always feel ever so loved when you take me over your knee and redden my bottom. Just as you have always told me, I shall never fear your hand, shall never fear your strike for as always you do so out of love.

I look forward to the discomfort at dinner and to being your slut at the hotel later.

As always my ass belongs only to you, boyfriend may poke at my puss but only you have access to my deepest places.

With Adoration
your neice

Dear Uncle,

You said I should always tell you if I had been naughty.? I always hesitate to tell you, since I never know what kind of punishment you might have in mind.? My love for you however demands that I do as you have asked.

Last night I had such a hard time falling asleep that I thought just maybe if I played with my vibrator for a short time it would help relax me.? I got out that little egg shaped vibrator that you always use on my clit to make me cum really hard and fast.? I started out just slowly, and worked it on my clit until it was hard and my hips were bucking up and down.?? Then I let me eyes close and started to think of your wonderful hard cock poking at my ass.? Then I started to really fuck my clit with vibrator over and over.? I just wanted harder orgasms and I continued to fantasise about your cock pounding in and out of me.? The more I cam the more my mind made me your little fuck slut.

Oh Uncle I am so ashamed to admit how much of a slut I was to keep coming over and over , but once the fantasy was loose in my mind I just couldn't help myself.? I can't belive how much of a complete slut I was with my little toy.? I do so hope you can forgive me.

So Sorry

Your loving niece

Dear Uncle,

I received your letter today and I must say it did make me blush. I can't belive you went and bought a butt plug for our next dinner together. I do hope you will be most discrete in passing it to me, perhaps wrapped up. I must confess the idea of having to go insert it then sitting all through dinner with you with it inside me, makes me excited yes slightly nervous. I know you will take good care of me, and would never harm me, but it will take so much will power to do as you have instructed.

Looking forward to dinner??
Your loving niece.

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