Her eye’s widen and she pulled on the ropes that bound her wrists above her to the headboard.  The hemp rope didn’t loosen but instead bit into the reddened skin.  She didn’t feel the prickly strands that were causing the irritation as she focused on the smiling woman clipping the tip off the small tube.  The woman stood and looked at the prone blonde spread on the bed a rising giddiness bubbling up inside her.  There were shapely legs opened generously so that the plump thighs were parted completely allowing her easy access to the heart of the blondes sex.  

The woman licked her lips as she knelt on the bed and leaned over the girl.  The tied girl felt the fingers stroking from her slit to her clit and moaned softly when one fingertip circled the tender nub protruding from it’s protective hood.  The smile turned to a grin as she dried the moisture that had seeped from the girl’s cunt with a tissue.  She tossed the tissue on the bed alongside the girl’s leg and watched as a clear drop glistened at the top of the tube. She pulled open the outer labia before her and ran a fine line of the glue down one side.  When she had gone from top to bottom she pulled the lip over to meet the other and pressed them firmly together.  She could feel her sensitive clit being sealed under the puffy fat flesh of her lips.  The woman worked her way down towards her slit pressing the flesh together until she had nearly sealed the girl shut.  Still visible though was the opening of her flowing cunt.  It however now seemed to be a small tunnel rather than the open contracting hole it had been when she was being reamed with the large dildo.  She held the lips together a moment then when she let loose her hold she slid two fingers into the tightened slit.  Wonderful she thought a third would never fit now.  Yes, she knew this would be appreciated.

After inspecting her handy work she stretched out beside the bound beauty.  She turned and ran her tongue over the painted lips of her captive.  The blonde instinctively returned the kiss.  Her tongue tangling and doing a combination of dance and battle with her captors.  That was what he saw when he opened the door.  He watched for several moment caught up in the passionate exchange.  He felt his growing firmness testing the hold of his zipper.  Finally he took a step into the room and the woman rolled to her side and sat on the edge of the bed.  She extended her hand reaching out for him.  He walked and stood in front of her taking her hand he pulled her to her feet.  Her arms circled his neck and her lips nibbled against his neck as she whispered huskily, “She’s ready”.

He recognized the scent of her sex.  It always amazed him how much pleasure she took in preparing other women for him.  She had become much more creative as time went along and often the treats she presented him with surprised him.  He wondered just what twist this one held for him.  It didn’t take long for him to guess when she knelt beside the girl pulling at her already spread thighs.  She stroked to of her painted nails up the soft fleshy leg until she reached the shrunken hole.  Then with a twist she plunged the two fingers inside the tunnel and pumped them in and out.  The blonde’s hips gently rose from the mattress begging for more.  There was an audible sigh from her when the woman removed her fingers glistening with cunt juice.  She brought the fingers to her mouth and let her tongue seduce him as she licked the nectar.

Her eyes locked on him as he unbuckled his belt then proceeded to unfasten the button and zipper holding his prick captive.  She licked her lips when his pants pulled down over his taunt buttocks and his dick bobbed hard in front of him.  As he disrobed the woman slid a wedge under the blonde.  She was now lying with her hips in the air high enough that when he knelt he could remain on his knees.  He was ready to reward her.  As he crawled between the blondes thighs poised to spear into her he pulled the woman onto the bed and pushed until she was on her knees straddling the blonde’s face.  As he pushed inside the tightened hole he pressed down on her shoulders making her push her cunny onto the blondes mouth.  The moan emit from the poked woman was muffled by the wet puss rubbing against her mouth.  Greedily she lapped and poked her tongue inside the woman until she heard moans that were louder than her own. The moans made her double her effort and intensity.  

The man began pumping harder and faster inside the prone woman making her body move up and down on the bouncing mattress.  The wedge was a great idea.  It had raised the blonde up high enough that his hands could remain free with no need to support him as he pegged away.  he half glued shut entrance made her virgin tight as his dick stretched the flesh to fit inside.  The friction felt so damn good.  

He made good use of his free hands and grabbed palm fulls of the squatted woman’s tits.  He squeezed hard then released and tenderly teased over the erect nipples before pinching and twisting them.  This drove the woman closer as her moans became louder and she began riding and grinding into the mouth below.  The blonde was nearing climax herself.  Deprived of air as her mouth and nose were pressed into the riding woman’s sex, her cunny was being pummeled hard and furiously, she began the delirium that comes from lack of oxygen.  The race was on to see who would climax first.

Troubled Waters

Someone who didn’t know her as well might have missed the subtle signs.  How she had tipped her head back and taken two deep breaths and slowly exhaled the last one before turning around with the false smile gracing her lips.  They might not have noticed how her arms hugged her sides as she slid her hands into her pockets a defensive way to ward off being hugged hello.  But he wasn’t a stranger.  He saw how she looked past him rather than into his eyes when he spoke to her.  Someone else might have decided she’d had a rough day and treated her sweetly, taken her out to dinner or rubbed her shoulders but he knew better.  Instead he didn’t greet her, he didn’t speak he didn’t hug her.  He reached out and grabbed a fistful of hair and before she could protest was dragging her back to the family room.  She stumbled to catch up and to lessen the tug on her scalp as she whimpered in protest.  She never said no she never asked why just merely accepted this was how he was treating her.

In the family room he released her hair.  He toed off his shoes, all but popped the buttons on his shirt taking it off and as he tugged his pants down scowled at her that she wasn’t already naked.  That look had her pulling the short dress she had on over her head.  That and the removal of her bra was all it took and she was nude almost before he was.  He sat down in his chair and yanked her wrist tumbling her effectively over his lap.  She didn’t have time to squirm into a comfortable position before his hand was rapidly and harshly striking her ass.  It took several strikes and her butt was quite red before he heard the first muffled cry.  Quite a few more and his hand was starting to burn but he didn’t stop she was just beginning to squirm.  Then it came her mewl, like a trapped or wounded animal followed by the heavy body racking sobs.  That was what it took and just as quickly as he had started he stopped one hand resting on her hot bottom and the other now stroking over her back.  He felt her body tremble and he let her weep a few moments before nudging her up to sit beside him in the oversized chair.

When she was nestled in beside him her head on his chest he could feel her tears trickling down his chest and he stroked her hair.  It was sometime before she calmed completely and he wasn’t altogether sure she hadn’t cried herself to sleep when he felt her gently pulling away.  Her hand rubbed at her tear streak face.  He tipped her chin up and gently kissed her forehead.  He felt comfortable now getting up from the chair and heading for his shower.

She missed him as soon as he rose.  The room held a sudden chill without the heat of him beside her and she drew her knees up to her chest and curled into the chair.  She wasn’t quite sure what had precipitated that outburst but she felt much more in control now than when he had arrived.  She took a couple deep cleansing breaths and rose.  She gathered their discarded clothes and carried them to the hamper as she walked to their bath.  She pulled a towel out of the closet and set it on the counter adjacent to the shower.  She knew he wouldn’t have bothered to grab one and would be swearing when he got out.  But instead when the water ceased he found her kneeling on the mat outside the towel open and extended upward to him.  He took the towel wrapped it about his waist without bothering to dry off and pull her into him.  They still hadn’t spoken when he kissed her. 

It was a demanding hard kiss.  One that pried her mouth open and demanded her tongue do battle with his until she was melting against him.  Then he let her slide down to her knees and her lips part as she drew his semi hard dick into her mouth.  The warm wetness of her mouth wasn’t as noticeable coming from the heated water of his shower but the silky smoothness and the demanding suckling was.  It wasn’t long before his cock was swelling and lengthening.  She didn’t stop just continued to slide up and down his pole taking its growing girth and span deeper into her throat.  He felt his ball sac drawing tight and knew if he allowed her to continue her ministrations it would be soon over so he timed it when he was deeply lodged down her pipe and stopped her head, holding her tight against his belly.  She didn’t fight him just held still eventually attempting to swallow so she didn’t choke.  Time stood still for him but the seconds seemed endless to her as her air slowly ran out and she instinctively tried to pull back to take a breath.  He felt her beginning withdrawal and tightened her grip.  It felt so good to be lodged so deep in her tight gullet he didn’t want it to end quite yet.  He waited until she was really fighting him knowing she was in need of a breath before he released her and heard her take that gasp.  She inhaled in rapidly and after a couple good deep breaths buried him again in her throat.  Her lips grazing over his shaft as it slipped over her rough tongue.  This time he didn’t hold her tight but let her slide up and down taking him in deeply then slowly withdrawing to sink back down again.  He endured a good four minutes before he drug her up to her feet and bent her forward over the sink.

He looked in the mirror and watched her expression as he parted her cheeks and found her wet hole.  When she sighed and closed her eyes he tugged her hair until she opened them again and watched the action with him in the mirror.  He watched as her eyes glazed over as he drove over and over deep into her womb.  He felt her legs beginning to tremble when he decided to withdraw and push into her tighter upper hole.  As he pressed in fully he felt the gush of her cunt juice rush out coating his balls and running down her thighs.  It never ceased to amaze him how she could cum so hard from being fucked in the ass.  It was only after that display of her pleasure that he let himself explode with his own mess spewing into the deep recesses of her bowel.   Having both found their release as the swelling in his dick subsided he pulled out of her and tugged her back into the shower with him.  A quick rinse and they were out.

It definitely wasn’t how he planned to start his weekend but he smiled it wasn’t a bad way to start it either.  He wouldn’t press her about what had been bothering her.  He knew when the time was right she’d confess to him.  When she did it would likely be followed by a more zealous bout of play.  This time perhaps she’d be the one plugging into his ass.

The Claiming

She had left the sliding door open for him.  She knew the bell on the handle she had trained her dog to ring would alert her to his arrival.  What she hadn’t planned on was him remembering the bell.  He carefully slid the door open enough to reach in and grab the bell before he pushed the door open enough to step through.  Once inside he toed his boots off and padded down the hallway.

The bathroom door was open just a crack but enough for him to see she was just finishing her makeup.  They had spent enough time together for him to know next she would be bending at the waist her head thrown forward so she could spray her hair before rising and brushing it into place.  His timing was perfect.  As she bent forward he pushed the door to the bath open and grabbed her.  His forearm locked around her neck as he pulled her upright facing the mirror.  Shocked and more than a little alarmed she bucked at the man holding her not realizing it was him.  He grabbed the side of her blouse with his free hand and yanked.  The small pearl buttons popped off as the shirt tore open.  They bounced against the mirror before circling in the sink and falling down the drain.  The ping of the buttons hitting the mirror was enough to grab her attention and she saw his reflection behind hers in the mirror. 

A slow smile crossed her lips as he bit into her neck.  His arm loosened and dropped so that his hand could grasp a full tit one in each hand.  He squeezed the white melons.  She groaned softly.  The dull ache of his attention on her full breasts made her cunt seep.  When he pressed her into the counter she went willingly.  Then he hiked up her skirt and reached between her thighs.  He wasn’t surprised at the wetness he found between her legs but in fact was pleased it was more than he expected. 

She was wet from her snatch to the tops of her stockings and as he worked his fingers in and out of her her juices began to drip down her legs.  She knew in a moment she would be standing in a puddle.  He finger fucked her until she was begging for his cock.  When she begged he fucked her harder until she squirted over his hand and wet both of their feet in the process.  Then he picked her up and sat her on the counter facing him.  As he commanded a kiss from her with his mouth he worked at freeing his hard cock from his pants.  When it was free and bobbing in the air he pulled her down in front of him.  Forcing her to her knees he forced her mouth down over him.  He pushed deep into her throat until her nose was pressed into his pubes then he held her there.  He was feeling the contractions of her throat gagging to expel him as it loosened to accept him.  When the contractions stopped he began.  He thrust in and pulled out long deep hard strokes fucking her mouth and throat.  Her eyes watered as she struggled to swallow the thick shaft being shoved into her gullet. 

He looked at her once perfectly made up eyes now with mascara and eyeliner running and smiled.  This was what he wanted.  He wanted her to look used and fucked.  When he pulled out she was surprised.  He turned and with some effort shoved his hard prick back into his pants.  He took her hand and led her from the bathroom not allowing her to touch up her face.  She wiped at the black streaks on her cheeks only making them smear worse. 

He was happy she was in the habit of putting her heels on before she made up her face.  They wouldn’t have to stop for anything before he pulled her out the door and into his truck.  As they left the house she started to protest but one look from him had her biting back the words before she could utter them.  It was one of those don’t question me looks. 

She stepped up in the truck and did not protest when he pulled open her blouse so her breasts were exposed.  Nor did she try to pull down the skirt when he tucked it up under the seatbelt and spread her thighs open.  He shut the door and climbed into the other side.  When he backed onto the street and headed toward the highway she sat silently waiting for him to speak. 

He didn’t speak only reached between her legs and pinched her clit.  He rolled it between his thumb and index finger feeling the hard ball of nerves swelling as the blood engorged it.  She squirmed against the rough towel under her ass to keep her from soaking the leather of the truck seat.  When they approached the first semi he slowed beside it and let the driver get a good long look before he pulled into the lane ahead of the truck.  The driver must have alerted every truck ahead of them of the show as it seemed an endless line had slowed to allow them to pass. 

He told her to lay her head back and to fondle her breast with her right hand while she fingered herself with her left.  Blushing scarlet she followed his instructions.  She was saturating the towel under her even in her embarrassment totally aroused to have the unknown strangers watching her do such a personal act. 

It wasn’t long before he was taking and off ramp and turning down a gravel country road.  They travelled about three miles off the highway when he slowed the truck and pulled off to the side.  There was a car parked ahead of the truck when they stopped and he got out and came round to open her door.  Before he reached her door the occupants of the car had exited and were walking toward the truck.  She didn’t recognize any of the three.  The two men from the front seats were both dressed in black and the woman who stepped out of the backdoor and stood was dressed totally in red. 

When the men approached he stepped behind her keeping her from retreating.  The men stopped before her each taking one of her arms as they nodded to him.  When she didn’t move their fingers dug into the tender flesh, leaving she was sure, bruises.  They propelled her forward until she reached the back of the car then they forced her forward over the trunk. 

The woman walked behind her and lifted her skirt.  She ran her hand between her legs forcing her lips to part and to accept the not so gentle touch.  The woman laugh raucously at the soaked cunt she felt.  She grabbed the girl’s hair and tugged it hard back so she was forced to arch her lower back and look up toward the stars.  The men were still each holding an arm stretched out to each side of the car.  Her full breasts were pressed against the cool metal of the trunk.  She felt her feet being kick apart and she was standing now bent but spread eagle.

The cool night air lapped against her wet thighs and cunt.  She heard the tearing of a wrapper.  It had to be a condom.  She wondered had she missed a third man?  She felt the prodding of a dick pressing between her cheeks seeking out its target.  Held as she was there was no way for her to guide the rigid pole into her twat.  She felt it rubbing between her lips, gathering her wetness, coating the rubber coated phallus.  Then she felt the pressure on her tight anal ring.  The prodding stab unrelenting as it forced its way into her bowels.  In long slow strokes he pumped into her.  She knew by the feel it was him. 

He was taking her in a primal way in front of these strangers as they looked on and held her down.  She felt the woman’s soft hair against the insides of her thighs before she felt her tongue.  She knew the woman was licking his balls.  She was also lapping at the wetness that seeped down her thighs from her cunt as he fucked her slow and deep and hard.  She was moaning in need.  Wanting to cum but her mind was holding her back. 

He leaned forward and bit into her shoulder and she lost control.  Her body contracted and went rigid bucking against the car and him.  The men held her steady and he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades holding her hard against the metal.  He fucked her steadily taking his time not in any hurry to cum.  The gravel road between her feet was beginning to look muddy from the sprays of her cunt juice.  She climaxed several times before he pulled out of her ass. 

When he was out she felt the men letting go of her wrists she didn’t move though until his hand pulled her back from the trunk.  She stood a little unbalanced from the release of endorphins.  He lifted the lady in red to the trunk in front of her.  He pressed down against her head until she was squatting in front of him.  Her mouth opened to receive him and he held her back with his hand on her forehead.  He stroked his tool steadily until he grunted in a primal manner and lost his load on her face. 

He turned her jism sodden face to the woman in red’s snatch.  He pressed the back of her head hard forcing her mouth against the woman’s fur lined lips.  He knew she hated every moment.  She disliked unshaven pussy and he was making her eat a hairy twat.  The woman rubbed hard against her mouth.  She finally parted her lips and began the expected service.  The woman moaned lustily and he reached over her his crotch pressing her face into the woman’s snatch as he reached for the whore’s breasts.  He kneaded them as his girl ate the twat she was being forced into.  When the woman came it wasn’t like her gushes but a subtle trickle that increased insignificantly. 

When the woman quit bucking in orgasm he retreated pulling her back with him her face a mess of his jism and her makeup with the lingering odor of the woman’s cunt nectar.  She went to wipe her cheeks and he stopped her instead leading her back to the truck and returning her to her former position.  There were no words exchanged through the whole ordeal.  He simply crawled into the driver’s seat and u turned heading back for the highway and a repeat performance in reverse. 

When he passed their exit she turned to watch it vanish.  She looked at him but knew better than to speak.  They rode on in silence until he turned off the highway again.  This time he pulled up to a small white house.  He exited the truck, came to her side and helped her down.  Then taking her arm he led her to the door.  He knocked twice but did not wait for an answer just turned the knob and walked in pushing her in ahead of him. 

Sitting inside were several people all who stopped to stare at the well marked whore before them.  He pushed her toward the center of the room then drew a blade from his belt and sliced through the waistband of her skirt.  It fell down her legs puddling at her feet.  Her blouse hung open and he peeled it back over her shoulders so that all it covered was her back and the very top of her round ass.

His hand lingered caressing her ass for a moment then striking it hard.  A red imprint was left behind in the shape of his large hand. She wavered on her heels and a woman stepped forward to keep her from tumbling forward.   Her hands explored the woman’s freshly shaven mound.  It was smooth and soft and slimily coated with cum.  The woman rubbed at her snatch until she was forced to part her thighs a bit to keep her balance. 

When she did another person stepped behind her and began fondling her from the back.  The two sets of hands worked her sex toying with her holes.  It was then the man with the grizzly beard stepped forward and clamped her nipples with strong silver jaws that bit into her flesh.  She whimpered and her man tugged her hair whispering “silence”.  No one had spoke until then she realized not her, not him nor any of the people she had encountered thus far.  She took a deep breath in and held it as the man tugged firmly on the clamps making sure they had a good bite and wouldn’t easily slip from her teats.

When the woman in front of her parted her nether lips and moved back she saw a third clamp in the grizzled man’s hands and wanted to cry out no before he locked the jaws on her tender region but she kept her silence, biting into her bottom lip to hold back the cry as he let the jaws lose and they sank into the soft soaked tissue. 

When he stepped back the woman resumed her position and this time her tongue snaked out to meet the bud of clit pressed out boldly from between the jaws of the clamp.  It was as if electricity had been introduced to her cunt.  She came hard and painfully so much that her knees buckled and had he not been there to catch her under her arms she would have ended up on the floor.  Instead his arms locked around her his fingers toying with the clamps on her nipples while he held her steady and allowed the woman to work her clit diligently with her tongue making her buck and thrash against him.  When finally her body went limp from the torment he laid her down on the floor removing the vile clamps.  She let out a moan of pain as the blood returned to the affected areas. 

He looked at the others in the room before unbuckling and unzipping his pants.  She was too incoherent for it to register what was happening yet.  That was until the amber warm stream washed over her.  Her eyes opened as did her mouth and she received his stream unanticipated as he had been urinating on her chest.

Then he spoke and not in a whisper this time but clear and loud.

“I claim thee bitch, do you accept me?”

She closed her eyes and nodded unable to speak the words she had so long waited to say.

Strip... Tease   The Beginning

She’d imagined what it would feel like as she had read and reread his instructions.  Standing here in the light, darkness surrounding her, she was nervous and feeling a little anxiety.  It was nothing like the excitement and wetness she had felt reading.  She shifted foot to foot hesitating and it wasn’t until he turned off the beam of light that she brought her hands up to the buttons on her blouse.

“I will, sorry.”  Her voice was soft.

He didn’t speak merely turned the bright beam back onto her.  When he had turned the light off after the few moments it took her pupils to adjust she’d been able to just make out the outline of him sitting a few feet away in the low easy chair.  He was lounged back.  One leg crossed over the other resting on his knee. He always looked so at ease with himself.  If you didn’t know him arrogant would be a word that would come to mind.  It wasn’t arrogance just control and confidence.  She couldn’t imagine him ever with even a hint of self doubt.  She on the other hand often reeked of the weakness.

She thought she saw the outline of a glass in his hand but she couldn’t be sure.  She exhaled and slowly began to unbutton her blouse.  The stillness of the room put her on edge as well.  If only he’d turned some music or something on she wouldn’t be forced to hear her own ragged breath.  Yes now she was sure, he had a drink she heard the clink of the ice as he must have tipped it back to his lips and emptied it.  She licked her lips thinking of the taste of his whiskey on his lips when he kissed her.  She’d just unbuttoned the last button and pulled the tails of the blouse out from her skirt.  It was hanging open.  The light seemed to make the whiteness of her bra glow against her skin and gleam in contrast to the red silk of her shirt.  Her undergarments were what he’d specified.  They were vastly different than the seductive lingerie she’d filled her drawers with him in mind.  A simple white bra with ample coverage and a pair of white cotton panties, not quite the granny pants he’d asked for these fell somewhere between a bikini and a pair of briefs.  

With the modest bra exposed her anxiety increased.  She’d stripped many times for him but this was different.  Without the provocative underwear she felt somewhat awkward.  Virginal wouldn’t be the word but this felt… dirty.  Yes that was it, she thought.  She felt as if she were doing something wrong standing in his spotlight stripping out of what she would think of as her mother’s clothing.  At forty nine it was hard to believe she was feeling more like novice, an unsure young woman or the drudge housewife cheating.  But her hands were trembling when she reached in back of her to open the button at the waist of the simple black a-line skirt.  Her movements made the shirt part open farther and she felt the cool air on her on what little of her breasts that were exposed over the cups of the matronly bra.  The button slid easily through the hole and she was fumbling now with the zipper.

He sat back enjoying seeing her blush and tremble.  He’d anticipated throwing her off her game taking her out of her usual box but this was much better than he anticipated.  He saw the fabric sag as she unzipped the back of her skirt.  She must be holding it in place he thought or it would have puddle at her feet.  He could see the rise and fall of her chest.  It was exaggerated from normal breathing so her excitement or anxiety… hmmm…. That he hadn’t pondered was clearly visible.  He grinned when he realized she was nervous.  He would exploit that to the fullest he thought.  He raised his glass again forgetting he’d drained the last sip when the ice met his lips instead of the heat of whiskey he spoke.

“Hold it, just stand there until I tell you.”

She had no idea what to do so she stood still her hands remained on the back of her skirt holding it up as the tails of her shirt dangled in front moving  just slightly from the breeze of the open patio door.  She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the thought this was something she often did, undressing before him while he watched.  But never before had she undressed without being able to see him watching her.  She couldn’t see the corner of his mouth slightly curve when her breasts were exposed or see him lick his lips or his hand flex when she stepped out of her panties.  No this was different and she was different.  The underwear made her feel like a proper lady doing something forbidden. 

The Gym (A mild tale)

It was a new gym to her.  Any gym would have been new to her.  With her 49^th birthday approaching she decided it was time to quit procrastinating and start doing something about getting soft.  She hated that the rumors were right that you got to a certain age and things just weren’t as firm as they once were.  So here she found herself in a foreign place the gym.  The machines themselves were a little menacing but she would tackle them.  She had gone through the orientation with a trainer so she knew the basics of how things operated.  She had debated early on whether to join a co ed gym or one that had a female only area but part of the plan was to find a male gym buddy to keep her motivated and that wouldn’t work in a female only area.  So having made the circuit she was headed to the locker room when she saw her.  Damn, did the woman have to be everywhere she went?  She could get along with almost anyone but this woman just rubbed her wrong.  No matter what she did or what she said it seemed if the woman saw her the next day she had done something terribly wrong.  So rather than risk the confrontation in the women’s locker room she headed for the progressive co ed showers. 

He had seen her hesitate.  He had expected her to head for the women’s locker room but she had made a sudden turn and was approaching the middle door.  He smiled.  The co ed section he never would have guessed.  He’d enjoyed watching her tits bounce as she made her way through the circuit.  He had stayed one machine behind her pacing himself though he easily could have finished his work out before her he hadn’t just so he could watch.  The gym must be a little new to her he thought either that or she was just naturally clumsy.  Either way it didn’t matter, seeing her boobs bounce in the tee shirt she was wearing was arousing enough to slow his pace and enjoy the view.

He finished the last machine in his normal time no longer needing to slow down to her pace.  He followed her into the communal locker room after gathering his belongings from his locker in the men’s room.  He wondered if she had thought about such things.  She must have come in that way he thought as he hadn’t seen her slip into the women’s area to collect her bag and now he was watching her dig through it for a towel and her body wash.

He set his things down on the bench opposite trying not to look up as he saw her tugging the somewhat clinging tee shirt over her head.  He took a quick peek when he knew she couldn’t see.  She did have a rack he thought.  Her round creamy bosom was all but falling over the top of her bra.  She reached behind and unhooked the garment just as she turned her back to him and stepped out of her shorts and panties.  They nearly bumped into one another walking into the shower but the gentleman in him came out and he lagged behind letting her enter first.  She was adjusting the water temperature when he turned the faucet next to her’s on.

She was wetting down her hair with her eyes closed so he could take a good long look.  She had what he would consider melons on her chest.  He wished he could reach out and weigh them in his hand.  Better yet he fantasized if she would only kneel in front of him and let him stroke his dick between them.  He didn’t have to glance down to know that thought had him rock hard.  His cock was bobbing out in front of him.  He wondered what she would do or if she would look long enough at him to notice.  She’d done pretty well at averting her gaze so far.  He hadn’t seen her even peek at him.

His luck was holding that the joint locker room had stayed empty except for them thus far.  He wondered just how long that would hold out.  It wasn’t the peak time for workouts and hopefully the rest of the members weren’t so open minded that they didn’t stick to the male and female designated locker rooms.  He wondered what brought her to the communal, but his mind didn’t linger long as when she bent down to pick up the shampoo she’d set near the wall her tits were dangling below her.  He really was struggling not to reach out and touch them.

He got busy showering himself and when he closed his eyes and lathered his hair it was her turn to look. She had glanced at him during her work out wondering what his story was.  He appealed to her in a way most men didn’t.  He hadn’t tried to hide his stares.  She’d gotten used to men looking more at her breasts than her eyes even during conversations but normally they weren’t quite so open about looking. She’d practically seen his eyes bounce with her boobs when she was jogging on the treadmill.  She would wait and see if he said anything.  It was then she glanced down from his face and saw his dick.  Yes it was obvious he’d been looking.  His cock was standing out like a flag pole. 

She let her gaze remain not really worrying if he finished rinsing his hair and opened his eyes to see her staring.  After all they were the only ones in the shower and he was hard she didn’t think that was something normal.  She hadn’t realized she was biting her lower lip when he did notice she was staring at his cock.  He smiled he wondered just how long she would look and if she would take it any farther. 

She was thinking at the same time how delicious it would feel to have the thick hard eight or so inches sliding over her tongue.  She quit biting her lip and instead licked them.  She took a deep breath in and turned slightly bending forward washing her legs.  It would feel good if he was behind her she thought sliding into her.  She knew she shouldn’t be thinking such things about a man at the gym but he would be a great source of motivation to get there.  It was about that time she accidentally dropped the bottle of lavender body wash and it slid over and between his feet.  She didn’t think before she reached and found when she was raising his dick brushed against her cheek.  She couldn’t help but turn her head and open her mouth so her tongue grazed the smooth tip. 

She quickly glanced up to see him smile and found one of his hands reaching for the back of her head while the other circled the base of his cock.  He pushed her mouth forward over him and she swirled her tongue over the smooth round tip welcoming the stranger’s dick inside her mouth.  If Miss Busybody in the other locker room could see her now there would be something worth gossiping about.  She was kneeling before this man she didn't know, his hard shaft between her lips as she savored every inch of him sliding in and out of her mouth.  She didn’t think twice before she reached up and cupped his balls slowly bobbing her head against his crotch.  He watched her tits sway and press against his wet legs as she leaned in and away from him blowing him in the gym shower as the water trailed down both of their bodies.

Neither of them really considered where they were until he was cumming. She was swallowing his hot semen with the exception of the small bit that landed outside of her lips on her chin when he started to cum.   He might have lost his load without her mouth if he had been allowed to watch her tits much longer.  He didn’t take long, there was no reason he thought to make it last at this point.  His groan of release wasn’t something normally heard in the showers and seemed to echo off the walls.  Both of them suddenly aware of their surroundings separated.  They turned their backs to one another rinsing before almost in unison turning the faucets off. Neither of them quite knew what to say to one another.  Neither had predicted that the workout would end in strangers engaging in such a way after. 

She towel dried with her back to him but when she went to dress she thought better and turned so that he could watch her slowly smoothing lotion over her breasts before slipping each mammoth mound inside a bra cup, something lacy and black.  She smiled thinking she had made the right choice something practical wouldn’t have fit the situation at all.  When she finally had finished dressing and he had tucked himself inside his pants and was struggling with his tee shirt as he tried to continue watching her, she stuck out her hand. 

“*****”

He smiled and took her hand in his.

“****”

She jotted a number on a card and handed it to him. 

“Seems we already know we have something we both like.”

He just smiled and tucked it in his pocket.  She wondered if he’d toss it on his way out.  She didn’t even know if he was married or attached but either way she wouldn’t mind finding out what his cock felt like sliding in elsewhere, such an abnormal thought for her about a stranger.

The Meeting

They had exchanged just a few emails when his plea came to her.  She’d been expecting it.  It was typical after a couple conversations they almost always asked to meet with her.  Normally she’d just wrap up the conversation and move on knowing once again it was just a married man looking for a way to cheat and feel okay about it but this one was different she sensed.

She gave him a list of tasks to complete before they met and the number to the hotel where he was to book the room.  He must have looked at the email twenty times to make sure he hadn’t missed anything.  And now he was pacing.  He’d tried to make himself wait to go check in at the hotel knowing once he was in the room he’d be watching the clock and counting the minutes, but still he’d arrived an hour before she was to meet him.

He stripped carefully hanging his clothing in the closet and showered.  He had shaved his body smooth that morning but he again carefully dragged the razor over his soaped body all the same.  He wanted her to be pleased.  There was something in the way she wrote to him that made his heart race and his dick stand at attention.  He reached down with a soapy hand and stroked his rock hard prick.  Even thinking about her now made him leak precum.  How he wondered when they’d never met nor even spoke on the phone could she have such and affect on him.

At five til the hour, he took his position up against the wall.  His feet spread shoulder width and out from the wall eighteen inches he leaned forward, arms over his head and hands spread equally as wide as he placed them on the wall over his head.  Had he not been totally naked he would look as if he were ready to be frisked by a police officer.  She intended to not only pat him down but to exam every inch of him.

It took all of his will power not to turn and look at her when he heard the door open.  Instead he remained facing the wall with his eyes closed and his mouth open as she had specified.  He heard her walking across the tiled entry.  He knew from the sound she was wearing stilettos.  He’d seen pictures of her legs in high six inch stilettos.  Her calf muscles were tight and well defined from the stretch of the tall heels.  When he looked at the pictures he wanted to kneel at her feet and lick his way up.   He wondered was that the pair she was wearing now.  His cock was oozing and he felt a drop drool from the tip.  As it traveled toward the floor between his feet it spun a fine shiny thread much like that of a spider’s web.  It wasn’t missed by her. 

The first thing he felt was her breath hot on his neck and her cool hand tightening over his balls……

Electric

To an observer she would appear to have an overly extreme fear of the pending storm.  Her knuckles blanched out white as she clenched the steering wheel tighter with each flash of lightening in the sky.  Her eyes wide and dilated looked glassy as she stared straight into the night ahead of the car.  She wasn’t seeing the storm, she wasn’t hearing the crash of thunder following the streaks of light in the sky but instead playing in her mind were the dim out of focus black and white images of the tape she had just watched, the primal sounds that filled her room when she had pressed play.  The skin on her bare arms and the tops of her creamy exposed breasts were riddled with goose bumps even with the humid hot air hanging about.  She wished it would rain and rid the air of the ozone smell left from the electrical charge of the lightning in the late summer night.  The smell was what triggered the strongest memories.  She would have been a psychoanalyst’s wet dream.  Driving herself mad heading towards the man that not only sent her the tape but had been the creator of her worst nightmare and greatest pleasure. 

She knew the leather seat under her would be slick with her seeping cunt juices.  The flow that began with the first whimper heard long before the images appeared on her screen at home.  They could not be stopped or contained as long as her mind replayed the twisted memories.   It was as if there was a prelude to the film, a soundtrack created just to prime her senses before the actual movie.  She heard those moans and whimpers even shrieks just as she heard now in her mind as she drove along.  The car was silent except for her own rapid breathing and the crash of the thunder outside and if she would allow herself to know the occasional crooning she let escape.  It was a wonder she wasn’t doing more, her body was betraying her.

The film filled in the pieces her mind couldn’t absorb when her senses were so overloaded.  She had watched, mesmerized by the flickering images for nearly three quarters of the tape before she realized she was watching herself on the screen.  When she did realize she was seeing herself she jabbed at the stop button only to freeze the image on the screen, a close up of her face.  If it hadn’t been for the jolt of recognition that hit her she wouldn’t have been able to judge whether the woman was in pain or ecstasy, her mouth open, her eyes wild and the guttural cry as she strained against her bindings.  Unconsciously, her hand rubbed down between her thighs and she felt the heat and wetness that was crawling downward, wetting her halfway to her knees.   She couldn’t help herself but pressed rewind, wanting now to recapture every moment and small nuance of the film knowing it was herself she was watching, knowing it was moments from this tape that haunted her dreams, woke her up in a puddle of her own sweat and cum.

The tape began black screened, the mewling and whimpering of a woman in the background.  The sound growing in intensity and then suddenly muffled, a gagging, choking noise accompanied with the blocked screams the rustle of sheets and the slurping of wetness, then sudden quiet.  And then the images began… low lighting and poor quality black and white tape made it seem surreal, like watching a old silent movie. 

Lying on the bed was a woman, no not a woman, but herself she realized now.  Naked spread open and bound as the camera passed down over her body.  Barely showing her blindfolded face, it slowed focused in on the leather collar cinched tightly about her neck then passed gingerly to each leather tied breast.  Her chest seemed to be heaving exaggeratedly with each breath, the camera dallied on each nipple and it seemed as if they hardened as they were filmed, shriveling and tightening into swollen buds.  She licked her lips.  She knew that was a fluke, she had no idea there was a tape being made.   As the camera stayed still on one nipple she heard the first moan.  She knew what was happening now what had caused the nipples to peak and harden.  The tape betrayed the watcher, didn’t show the delft fingering that was happening between her spread thighs.  It didn’t show how expertly she was being teased close to orgasm, her body arching and pulling against the restraints to meet the fingers manipulating her engorged clit.  An exasperated sigh was heard as the camera began its descent down her body and the teasing halted.  A quick pan over the saturated seeping triangle, the camera moved down her thighs.  The muscles were well defined from the recent straining against her bondage.  Down lower to her ankles spanning across the spreader bar holding her open and stretched.  She wouldn’t have paid much attention to the two ropes centered on the bar if she hadn’t been so curious now of how the manipulations of her body later had been performed.  One of the ropes she noticed held the bar taunt to the footboard of the bed.  A normal viewer at this point would have wondered why the maker hadn’t just bound her ankles to the corner posts but she knew she knew why.

Just like the prior focus on her breasts the camera found her cunt and centered on it.  She couldn’t remove her gaze as she watched as the fluids actually seeped from her slit.  She knew her breasts were being manipulated and her nipples bit and suckled as the camera focus remained on her twat.  She could hear her whimpering pleas in the background as she saw the touch of the magic wand to her swollen clit.  She felt the jolt as she watched and realized she was fingering herself, cumming as she watched her own body begging for the same release on screen.  As quick as the wand came it disappeared not lingering long enough to allow her the exquisite release she begged for.   And the camera backed off, becoming a stationery overview of her prone body, stretched and pulled taunt on the bed, a pillow under her torso seemed to open her up and exaggerate her vulnerability.

Now here she was following his directions at the end of the tape.   She was anticipating, nervous, scared yet hungry for the intensity that she knew he would bring.  She was enslaved to him.  Her body was craving what only he had shown her could be possible to feel.  Even with the memory of the sharp intense pain her pussy contracted, wanting, needing what he would dole out to her as he chose.

With the thought of pain came more memories, the film images were beginning to mingle and entwine with the sensation memories.   Together the two overwhelmed her and prevented any common sense from surfacing.  She drove on into the pending storms, weather and personal.

Through the camera the viewer saw the menacing jaws of the jagged steel jawed clamps as they opened and closed each time coming a bit closer to the swollen nub of nipple.  There was a twisting and pulling with his fingers as he drew the nipple upward, stretching it finding a good section of flesh for the jaws to bite into and this had her shifting in her seat.  She heard the cry she had let out as the teeth of each jaw bit into the delicate nipple tissue.  She rubbed her palm over her tender nibs now as she watch.  She heard her whimpers turn to moans until the other clamp released quickly and severely onto the other nipple on screen.  She watched as he tugged at both clamps making her whimper and mewl, her own fingers now pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples as her moans mingled with those coming from the screen.  How many times would she cum before she made it through the screening.  How many times would she be compelled to play the tape over and over, memorizing each moment, melding them to the sensations she had felt. 

The flood from her cunt hadn’t stopped, the camera showed the constant drool emitted by her twitching twat.  The fingers teasing her again, she pulled one hand off her nipples and began fingering her clit again, letting first one then another finger find its way into her sopping hole.  The rocking of her hand as her thumb rubbed the nub of her clit and two then three fingers pumped in and out of her cunt.  She threw back her head and rode her own hand oblivious to the images on the screen, knowing that before she would find release from his handy work there he would stop, denying her release, but he couldn’t deny her release now she was so close, too close to stop until she heard it the crackle.  It was the sizzle of electricity filling the air.  Stopping, she pulled her fingers from her cunt, her eyes riveting to the screen.  Her fingers found her mouth and she unconsciously licked and sucked her juices without even tasting.

The camera focused on the wand and the static electricity it emitted.  He wasn’t touching it to her, just letting the nuance of the noise alert her senses.  Waken the fear inside her, anticipating the shock, the feeling of fire ants biting into her skin.  She saw her skin prickle, the fine hairs on her body standing up.  Her body seemed to try to withdraw into the bed.  But nothing, nothing, no fiery sensation stung into her body.  She waited for what seemed like hours a faint wetness of cold sweat breaking out on her prone torso.  Then she felt the tugging again on the clamps, her nipples aching from the pressure but a mingling of pleasure filling her as well.   She watched now seeing the tugging wasn’t tugging but the attaching of wires to each clamp.

He was back to teasing her clit, rimming his finger around the surface then pinching it between two and pulling outward.  It was on one of the pinching and pulling motions that the third steel toothed clamp bit into her flesh.  She screamed, not a whimper or a moan but an all out shrill cry.  The pain of the metal teeth piercing into the tenderest of tender skin had her whimpering as she watched. 

It must have been that cry that made him decide on the gag.  The camera showed a black gel phallic with a strap being inserted into her mouth.  At first she had refused to open her jaws but the tightening grip on the base of her neck had her complying.  He seemed to be amused with her slow opening and fucked her reluctant mouth with the black gelly.  Each penetration was going deeper into her mouth slowly broaching her throat.  She could tell when the false penis finally entered her narrowed passage as she heaved in a gagging response.  His low chuckle was heard in the background as he held it still and deeply embedded until her heaving subsided.  The strap was buckled in place and the camera focused back on her nipples.  He pinched the clamps to tighten them and heard her muffled whimpers around the gag.  She must have bit down on it he thought as she began gagging again.  She remembered the bitter fowl tasting spew from the tip when her teeth bit into the gag.  She couldn’t swallow the gag prevented it.  The nasty taste filled her mouth causing her to salivate.  Her mouth was filling with her own spit around, gathering the gag that blocked off her throat, she had no alternative than to turn her head to the side and let it drool down over her cheek.  The camera caught the humiliating dribble and she squeezed her eyes shut willing the disturbing image from her mind.

It didn’t take long for her to open her eyes and focus on the screen again.  She heard the muffled whimper again and remembered the pain she felt in her clit at that moment.  Her hand reached down to protectively cover her snatch now as she watched him pulling and twisting the clamp as he wired it on screen.  Then nothing, she remembered thinking he left as she laid there the camera panning her body for several minutes.  She watched the image, it was a strange feeling, knowing that she was watching herself but so caught up in what was happening to really absorb that he had filmed her without consent.  She never wondered if she was the only one enjoying the tape.

He listened to the sound track over and over as he carefully planned the coming events.  She was so malleable.  He had but to wag his finger her direction now and she would either start dripping in anticipation or cower in fear still dripping with anticipation.  He liked that she was a wet cunt, just waiting for him to toy with her.  Her fear and her passion fueled and drove his desires and needs.  He craved bringing her the pain that led to the intense pleasure she craved.  He knew so many ways to bring her pain and even more to bring her pleasure.

She was so caught up in her thoughts she nearly missed the small unmarked road off the highway.  She hit the brakes rather sharply and muttered as the car skidded a bit as she rounded the corner.  She glanced down at her odometer to note the mileage, his note said 30 miles and then to turn onto the trail off to her left.  Trail what the hell did that mean?  It wasn’t a road?

Thirty miles she let her mind wander again.  The seat under her was definitely wet she could feel herself practically sliding in the puddle on the leather.  She edge the temperature up a bit on the air conditioning, it was feeling a bit chilly on her wet thighs now.  She thought of turning it off completely and opening the windows and sunroof but with the impending storm she didn’t want to be caught unaware and drenched before she could close up.

The first jolt of electric current into the clamps took her completely by surprise.  She watched the tape as her body seemed to rise off the bed and then slam back into the mattress.  The sensation of the stinging fire ants produced by the violet wand was nothing in comparison to what she had just felt, the direct current to her nipples and her clit.  God, her poor clit, she was pretty sure he had just fried it.  As sharp as the sensation was it ceased immediately as he stopped the current.  It was only a second but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. 

The camera panned to her head as she shook it side to side.   Her cheeks were wet with her own drool and her hair scattered wildly on the pillow under her head.  Her head jerked up as the second shock of current flashed through her.  This one longer than the last, stronger too, she shook her head violently and mewed around the gag.  He stroked her forehead and chuckled.  She hesitated waiting to feel it again but after a few moments allowed his caress to lull her into a relaxed state.

The camera showed him releasing the rope that secured the spreader bar to the footboard.  As the pressure came off the bed rope she felt a tugging upward, her body folding in half as her ankles neared the head of the bed.  As the small of her back was pulled up from the bed he shoved a wedge shaped cushion under her hips.  He allowed the rope to release enough to take a small amount of the pressure off her ankles and transfer to her lower back.  She looked at the screen image.  There she was spread open the camera focused on her holes. 

She remembered lying there, waiting for him to fuck her and wanting him to fuck her.  Waiting, waiting for what seemed like ages, then the feeling of his fingers caressing her wetness, they were so cold.  Why were his hands so cold?  She didn’t have long to concentrate on how cold his hands were when the searing burn filled her cunt.  She watched as she saw the stainless dildo he used pumping it in and out of her.  Her own wet juices appeared to freeze to the phallic.  Each plunge was deeper into her recesses.  He added a twisting motion and was reaming her when the metal began to thaw and warm drawing the heat from her cunt walls.  As it warmed the pleasure seeped in.  She began to moan and move her pelvis as much as her bindings allowed.  Pushing forward to meet the spearing and pulling back as it was withdrawn.  His fingers massaging her juices around her tight pucker his finger alternately entered her ass as the metal cock withdrew from her cunt.  Her juices dripping from her now splattered the bed below when he withdrew his finger and inserted a smaller steel dildo into her ass.  He watched her trying to impale herself more and more onto the metal objects. 

She saw then the wires trailing from the steel cocks, watched as the camera traced the wires back to an innocent childhood toy, perverted for his pleasure.  As he slowly pushed the lever of the train transformer to its lowest setting she felt the first tingle.  Her cunt, ass, clit and nipples quivered.  Then he unclamped her clit.  The blood rushing back in had her nearly bite through the gag in her mouth.  Her muffled scream changing to a gagging again.  He waited for it to subside then brought the magic wand to her throbbing nub.  The pain mingled with pleasure and as he increased the vibrations she neared her own orgasm, when he sensed she was on the brink he turn the wand to high and shoved the lever on the transformer to full. 

Her body shook.  Racked in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced she saw as the metal dildos in her cunt and ass were forced by her own muscles to shoot out of her orifices.  He held the wand tight to her clit not allowing her the reprieve to recover.  Her body continued contracting and heaving until she suddenly fell limp, only then did he back off the power from the transformer and remove the wand.

She looked down at her odometer.  Damn, she missed the turn, if she remembered the number right she must have gone about 2.5 miles to far.  She carefully pulled a u turn on the road as the first drops of rain started. 

Something a little different than my norm.....

The Tale of Panty Boy

Mrs. Moor had watched Jason grown up.  When the Patrick’s had brought him home from the hospital she was a new bride, all of twenty years old,  living in the house next door.  She watched the first day as Jason’s mother, Emilee Patrick proudly walked her son to kindergarten.  She had been invited to his promotion from grade school to middle school.  That was the year Jason began mowing Evelyn Moor’s lawn.  Mr. Moor seemed to be on the road more and more the longer they were married and the responsibility for the house fell to Evelyn.  Jason was always eager to help Mrs. Moor as he remembered to address her, but in private she was Eve to him.  He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t loved her.  It was Eve he fantasized about when he found out stroking his penis gave him such a strong intense sensation.  Through middle school then high school Evelyn watched as Jason turned into a good looking young man from the baby then boy she knew.  She knew he watched her when she sunbathed in the backyard by the pool.  She even had a sense he had a crush of sorts on her.  He was always so eager to help her.

He had graduated that summer and left for college.  Evelyn missed him.  That was when Emilee suggested her husband start mowing for Evelyn.  John was an older version of Jason.  Tall deeply tanned in the summer he would shed his shirt before mowing then graciously accept a beer from Evelyn when he finished.  After a few weeks of his help Evelyn began envying Emilee.  She had the perfect son and now it seemed the perfect husband.  Evelyn and Emilee had never been terribly close but more and more they were talking in the drive.  When Emilee invited Evelyn over for coffee while John mowed it became a new ritual.  John would mow both lawns while the women chatted inside.  Often Emilee would be canning pickles or jams, she was a domestic goddess.  The Moor’s it seemed were the storybook family.

Eventually the conversations turned to sex.  Evelyn confessed her sex life over the years had waned with her husband gone so often she had turned to trashy romance novels and self pleasure.  It took a few more visits before Emilee shocked Evelyn with her revelation about John.  She confessed that John had lost interest in their love life for a few years and Emilee had even thought he might have taken a lover.  It wasn’t until she caught him one day in the storage shed rubbing his cock off in her panties that she realized he didn’t have a lover.  Evelyn’s mouth dropped.  She couldn’t imagine John as virile a man as she’d seen in a long time in Emilee’s silk panties. 

Two months later when Evelyn arrived Emilee had a pair of soft pink bikini’s folded on the dining room table when she sat down.  Evelyn glanced down and was surprised to see that Emilee wore the same underwear that she did.  Then she furrowed her brow.  There was no way that Emilee could squeeze herself into a size six.  Emilee watched as her friend and neighbor recognized she was looking at her own panties on her neighbor’s breakfast table.

Emilee walked to the backdoor and called John in from outdoors.  He hadn’t started to mow yet but he had stripped his shirt off.  He came in and blushed scarlet when he saw Evelyn picking up the soft satiny pink panties from the table. 

“John will you tell Evelyn why we have her personal apparel here?”

Emilee’s voice was stern.  John looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet just like an over grown child caught with his hand in the cookie jar might.

Then he cleared his throat, picked up his chin and looked Evelyn in the eye.

“I took them Eve.”

It seemed that both of the Moor men were fantasizing about their neighbor.

Emilee looked at John and a wicked grin crossed her face. 

“Tell her the rest.”  She said

“I’ve been taking a pair each week and jacking off into them in the shed before I wash them and sneak them back into your drawer.”  He said it quietly but without shame.

It made perfect sense to Evelyn now.  Every week she wondered when she folded her laundry why she seemed short a pair of panties but never ran low during the week.

Emilee spoke up then. 

“John overheard our conversation when you told me you were forced to masturbate with Adam gone so often.  He couldn’t resist and went through your laundry hoping to find a pair of panties fresh with your scent and your juices. “

Evelyn couldn’t quite believe this conversation was taking place or that either of her neighbors were discussing it so matter of fact.  She was at a loss of what to say but that was okay Emilee was happy to continue the conversation without her.

“John knows the only time he is allowed to jack off into my underwear what will happen next.”

Evelyn looked from one to the other and waited.  She saw John pull from his pocket the pair of red panties she had worn that morning.  She blushed, she knew they must still be damp as she had thoroughly soaked them cumming this morning as she read one of her novels.  But she couldn’t take her eyes off John as he began to remove his shorts.

John brought the small red triangle to his nose and inhaled deeply.  His prick was standing at attention and Evelyn felt herself soaking the panties she was wearing.  He was hung as she expected.  She couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to have a man with a cock his size sliding into her.  She caught herself.  This was her neighbor and her new best friend’s husband.  She looked down at the table.

Emilee caught on. 

“It’s okay it’s only fair you know since John has been fantasizing about you for months now.”

Evelyn looked back at John as he wrapped the satiny material around his shaft and began stroking.  His eyes were locked onto Eve’s cleavage as he rubbed his meat faster and faster.  Soon he was spewing a thick white cream onto the red fabric.  As he came he released a low groan and let his head roll back.

Emilee seemed unimpressed by her husband’s performance.  She waited until his breathing became more even then took the panties from his hand.  She held them out so that Evelyn could see the big cream deposit as she folded them into a tight ball the jism facing outward.

She then walked to the other room and John followed.  When Evelyn didn’t come promptly behind Emilee called out for her to join them.  As she entered she saw John opening his mouth and Emilee stuffing the red cum coated drawers inside. 

“It’s our turn now” she said to Evelyn.

Evelyn had no idea what Emilee meant but she watched as John slowly undressed his wife.  He caressed every part of her.  He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and watched as she arched wanting more.  He cupped each of her breasts and squeezed them in his hands before kneeling and removing her skirt.  He rubbed her between her legs and brought his shiny fingers to his nose and inhaled.  Then Emilee stepped back.  She opened a cabinet and pulled out a small storage bin. 

It was like watching one of her novels being reenacted Evelyn thought as Emilee put the steel cock cage around John’s flaccid member then placed the locking ring around his balls and base of his cock.  She clicked the small padlock shut then handed the key to Evelyn. 

“Since he’s chose to include you.”  That was all Emilee said as Evelyn looked at the tiny silver key she had placed in her hand. 

Evelyn watched as Emilee stepped into the strapon harness John held open for her.  She watched as he pulled it up her hips and tightened the straps.  Her eyes widened as she watched him place the large black dong into the ring at the base and as he leaned over the back of the sofa pulling his ass cheeks open for his wife.  When Emilee stepped behind John Evelyn stepped closer and to the side.  She watched as Emilee drizzle lube down John’s crack and rubbed his round puckered ring before plugging two finger’s knuckle deep into the hole.  Then she greased the phallic. 

“The panties are a perfect gag you see.  John can get kind of mouthy begging me to stop at times, with the panties in his mouth he remembers he’s earned this treatment, shooting his load into a piece of material wasting it instead of letting me enjoy.”

As she said the last Evelyn watched at the thick black cock disappeared inside of John.  When the full length was inside of him Emilee’s hips started pumping.  She was thrusting into John hard enough his body was rocking against the back of the sofa.  He was grunting when she would thrust into him hard and deep. 

Evelyn could see his cock straining in the cage fighting a losing battle trying to harden but with no room to do so.  The tip was shiny as it oozed.  Emilee showed no signs of tiring as she fucked her husband’s ass mercilessly.  Strangely enough Evelyn found herself comparing the size of the dong sinking into John to the size of John’s she saw as he came in her panties earlier.  They seemed to be the same size she thought. 

Emilee slowed then withdrew from John.  She waited until he stood and then she spoke.

“Evelyn you need to lay on the couch with your cunt in reach of John’s mouth.  It’s time he taste you fresh and not from your panties.”

Evelyn hesitated then lust over took her and she unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it.  She wiggled her white panties down her legs and Emilee took them from her.  She just smiled and smelled them like her husband had.  Then she pulled the saturated panties from his mouth and tossed them both off to the side.

This was a family of panty sniffers Evelyn thought as she positioned herself under John’s face.  Her legs were thrown over his shoulders and her head dangled back off the seat cushion but when John’s tongue drug across her snatch for the first time she forgot all else. When he concentrated on her clit his lips sealing around it as he suckled and his tongue flicked over the nubbin she wrapped her legs about his neck holding him tightly in place as her hips bucked and she came for the first time assisted in many months.

Emilee resumed fucking John as he ate Evelyn into a frenzy.  Her juices were coating John’s face when she finally released her legs from about his neck.  She was limp from cumming several times in a row.  Emilee withdrew and asked Evelyn if she wanted to release John or leave him caged.  Emilee saw the hungry look in Evelyn’s eyes and knew the woman’s pussy was aching to be filled with a cock.  Evelyn didn’t know what to say or to do so she did nothing.  Once again Emilee took the lead and took Eve by the hand leading her down the hallway where she laid her on her back on the bed.  She stripped the rubber of the dildo and covered it with another sheath as she crawled between Evelyn’s open thighs.  She bent her head forward and kissed Eve open mouthed. 

John watched for a moment as his wife seduced Eve then he knelt behind her and his tongue began to work its magic on his wife.  She stopped him so she could slide inside Eve and began fucking her as she had her husband earlier.  John watched envious that his wife was taking his fantasy with a rubber dick instead of his own prick being tucked up deep inside the velvet snatch he had just eaten.

Evelyn’s body shook as Emilee fucked her deep and hard and she came again.  She couldn’t remember ever feeling so thoroughly used and pleasured.  Who would have thought her neighbors would be the solution to a sexless marriage. 

When they finished Evelyn took the small silver key and unlocked John’s cage.  She handed the key to Emilee then handed John a pair of Emilee’s panties.  She looked to Emilee and when she nodded her approval she told him

“Stroke yourself hard in these, then you are going to eat your wife’s juicy pussy while I ride your dick.”

She hesitated then added

“And you better not cum too quickly.”

She felt empowered she had never taken control of her sex life quite like this before.  Maybe just maybe her husband was in for a surprise when he came home the next time.

The brush of your fingers as you move my hair from my neck sends a shiver down my spine.  The warmth of your breath when you lean near makes me quiver.  And when your hand circles my throat my lips part, I gasp and my nether lips drip. 

Tonight

Even though she knew and trusted him she still trembled when he pulled the blade from his pocket.  When he opened it and lightly stroked it across her cheek and throat she gasped.  He didn’t cut her, didn’t press the blade in hard, it was more a cold steel caress.  She found herself holding her breath, afraid to move as if she inhaled the blade would surely pierce her. 

He used the blade to open her blouse.  He popped one button at a time down from the top of her bodice, lower, lower, slowly savoring her reactions.  She wanted to raise her hands to cover herself, she felt so naked, more so than when she was stripped bare in front of him.  She felt the blush of embarrassment and the cold of shame fill her.  There was something almost sinful she felt in having her clothing slowly cut away, slowly exposing her creamy flesh hidden beneath.

 His slow meaningful pace just increased her fears.  He could hear her breath ragged and hard.  It made him hard, hard as the steel of the blade.  He felt the restrictions of his jeans and stopped only long enough to unzip them and to free his cock from the pants.  It bobbed out in front of him, leering at her, teasing her just as the blade was teasing her.  She felt the heat and the wetness seeping from her cunny.  She felt violated even though the man wielding the blade was the same man she pledged her love and service to daily.

When finally the blouse was open and the edges hanging at her sides, her ample bosoms spilled out.  Her breasts were almost bulging over the cups of her bra he smiled and slid the blade now warmed from her body heat between the shoulder straps of her bra and her skin. With a quick jerk he pulled the blade through first one strap then the other, each side with the release let her heavy tits drop lower and spill more over the cups of the sagging harness.  He wasn’t satisfied yet.  He wasn’t satisfied until he had slid the blade between her breasts and sawed at the fabric joining the cups. 

With each drag of the blade she felt it.  It slid between her boobs which were pressed inward by the push up cups.  When the fabric gave way each side sprang back as if some great tension had been released.  The missing cup support left her heavy tits swinging freely.  He stroked her breasts with the steel, circling inward towards her puckering nipples. 

 She felt her knees growing weak and feared she might fall into the knife and feel it slice into her flesh.  She reached out looking for the wall to brace her against falling when he grabbed her arm.   With his free hand, he wrenched it up and twisted it behind her back.  He forced her face and chest into the cool plaster of the wall.  As his body pinned her there he stroked her hair.  He cooed to her 

“My beautiful slut, what things I am going to do to you tonight.”

She shuddered.  She felt the fluids gush from her pussy.  She didn’t understand the odd combination of fear and excitement that invaded her senses. 

She started to relax and he growled again

 “You are such a nasty, dirty slut and I am going to use you as one.  A street whore like you needs none of the bedroom niceties.  You crave what I am doing to you and before I am done you are going to beg me for what I can do to you.  Are you afraid?”

She didn’t answer him.   She didn’t know how to answer him, was she afraid of him?  No, she was afraid of him but she was afraid of him wielding the knife and this twisted side of him she hadn’t seen before.  This darkness he had spoke of in low warning tones.  The darkness she said he shouldn’t fear releasing on her, now she wondered if she had been right could he contain the beast within.

When she didn’t answer he grabbed a fist full of her hair and forced her with a yank to her knees.  Roughly she fell hard to the floor and he tugged her hair back making her look up at him from her lowly position.  She squeezed her eyes shut not ready to look deep into his eyes.  She was afraid of what she might see within, the endless dark that leads to evil.  Besides blocking his eyes she was hoping to hold back the tears welling, threatening to wet her face.  He gazed down onto her.

There was no hope of holding the tears back when the back of his hand met her cheek.

“You didn’t answer me bitch.  Do you fear me whore?”

She meekly nodded.

 “You should” he boomed.

“If I didn’t find pleasure in the silken walls of your fat cunt or in that milking asspussy of yours, I might have just fucked you with this knife to see you hurt.  But I’m not going to spoil my treasures, perhaps I will just settle for carving my initials in that round ass of yours.”

The tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping from her chin to the floor below, sometimes hitting the carpet sometimes hitting her bare thighs.

She shook her head hard side to side regardless of the pull on her hair,

“No please Sir, I beg of you, anything…. Anything ... just put the blade away, pleassseee Master!”

He considered for a moment or pretended to, then without commenting he ran the blade over her back and shoulder blades tracing an erotic pattern.  He watched as her muscles tensed and relaxed feeling the blade carving an intricate design in her flesh.  He didn’t cut into her but used enough pressure with the back side, the blunt edge of the blade to leave a nice thin pink line marking her white skin.

She began again to beg him to stop when she felt the blade leave her back and press into the skin under her chin.  The tip barely piercing the tender covering of her throat until a pinprick of blood appeared.  She whimpered and he pushed her back face and chest into the carpeting.

 “Stay cunt, don’t you move.”

As the words were spoken he pressed down hard onto her ass with his palm assisting himself to rise up from the floor where he had crouched just seconds before to hiss his command in her ear.  She felt herself an object, detached, a end table or a stool for his use.  The coarse carpet burned her cheek, she must have rubbed roughly across the fibers when he shoved her down.  She was aware of the texture against her chest as well.

She heard him return and the jingle of chains.  She felt his big hand pressing into the small of her back as he lowered himself again to crouch beside her.

“Arms behind you.” He barked.

She clasp her hands behind her back.

“No! beside one another.”

She undid her hands and rested them side by side, wrists together. 

She felt him lacing her arms together, cinching them tighter and closer together.  Wrists to elbows he wove them together.  Having her arms pulled tight behind her pushed her breast out farther from her chest and the movement of his working the ropes in and out over and under made her drag her erect nipples against the rough floor.

She moaned when he grabbed her at the throat and helped her to rise back to sitting on her heels.  She looked at what was next, the thick black leather collar.  He looped it around her neck and tightened it until only two fingers could be slipped inside.  Then he buckled it and produce the jingling chain, a metal dog leash with a simple black leather strap for a handle.

He clipped the lead to the “D” ring at the front of her collar then tugged for her to crawl or more like shuffle on her knees after him.  Her heavy tits bounced as they jutted out from her body enhanced by her arms tightly bound behind.  The effect was lost on him as he continued to pull her forward.  At the doorway in the hall he halted her.  He dropped the lead and stepped behind her.  There again he knelt this time binding her ankles together while telling her to spread her knees wide in front.  When he finished binding her ankles together he secured her wristed to her ankles making her back arch as well.  Her tits on display pushed to their fullest out in front of her.  She felt exposed and humiliated.  It didn’t help when he reached forward and slapped each one hard leaving his handprint behind pink on her white globes.

She didn’t make a sound, frightened to even whimper.  This was a side she hadn’t seen.  There was not a hint of tenderness or sympathy.  He grabbed the black leather of the leads handle and pulled hard upward making her try to stretch upward.  With a little difficulty he slipped the loop of the handle over the hook protruding above the door.  Her head was tipped slightly back as the “D” ring on the collar was pulled up towards the ceiling and her wrists held her backward.

He left her facing the bed, not able to fully visualize the room in her restraints.

She could see as he placed one by one the instruments of torture on the bed in front of her.  The flogger, the quire and the various other leathers, then canes not one but two, and then the smaller toys which she couldn’t make out individually being unable to lower her head enough for a clear view.

When he stepped in front of her he stepped out of his jeans.  She watched his cock bob against his stomach.  She unconsciously licked at her lips.  She was always hungry for him.  He laughed.

“Cock hungry whore!”

He slapped his rigid member against her cheeks.

“You aren’t getting this… at least not yet.  I have too much fun planned yet.”

Then he stepped back stroking his big hand down the shaft.  His hands were large but his cock was still larger, more than a handful.

She did whimper then.  And he stepped forward cane in hand and brought it down hard across both breasts.  An angry red welt crossed over in a line.  She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. 

“Don’t want to see what’s comin’ Bitch?  That’s okay I’d rather you be surprised and just feel it.” 

And with that said he slipped the fur lined black leather mask down over her eyes.

With the blindfold in place her hearing took over.  The small whispers of noise boomed now like brass tubas.  She heard the shuffling of material and then swish of air and crack of the whip tip.  It wasn’t near her but she expected it next when she heard his steps nearer.

The bite of the whip wasn’t what she felt cut into her next, it was the unmerciful jaws of the nipple clamps as he set them in and tightened them.  They hung from her nipples, ugly adornments, bobbing in the air.  He batted at each and watched with pleasure the grimace on her brow.  He selected the flogger next and began a series of cross whippings of each tit.  Each blow tugged at the nasty clamps.  Each flogging made the jaws bite into her tender nubs harder.  Her tears were caught up in the fur of the mask but her sobs were evidence of her weeping. 

She tried to reposition herself to lessen the strain on her neck and in doing so brought her knees the slightest bit closer together.  He noticed and brought his foot up hard between her thighs just at the v.  She jerked back against the chain and if it weren’t so tight would have toppled sideways.  She worked to open her thighs farther and barely managed a half an inch.  He helped her pushing them wider a hand on each knee.  He slipped the spreader in between, not binding her to it but letting the flesh on the inside of her legs press into the ends.  She would bruise from the pressure but she wouldn’t close in the least during his ministrations.

His fingers on her chin told her to open her mouth and he grazed the tip inside.

“Suck bitch”

She sealed her lips tightly around the head and nursed.  She couldn’t take any more than he offered unable to bob her head.  When he pulled out she spoke.

“No!”

Followed by a whimper she had realized her folly.  He pulled down hard on her chin and pushed the full length of his cock into her throat, a few powerful thrusts and he withdrew again.

“That’s the last wish I will grant you tonight.”

She felt his hand closing around her throat.

“Understand bitch your mine.”

His growl made her shudder and goose bumps stood out on her body.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

She heard him curse himself and wondered what had happened.

It wasn’t until she felt him prodding between her legs she realized he had intended to plug her holes before binding her wrists to her ankles.  Unwilling to release her and make it easy on both of them he went about working the fat red gel plug under her and into her puckered rosebud.  She tried to relax to ease its entry but the fear was making her clench.  It wasn’t until she pushed that he was able to penetrate the ring and shove the tip to the broaden middle to the base inside her. 

She burned from the unlubed entry.  Thankfully her juices had slicked her hole enough that she didn’t tear accepting the phallus.  She was red burning with shame because she was so wet and knew he could feel it.  She didn’t know about the puddle between her thighs; she was unable to know her cunt weeped as openly as her tears had flowed not being able to close her thighs and feel the flowing fluid.

She was confused at the next feeling.  He was buckling her lower region into some type of harness.  It almost felt like the straps of the strap-on but what purpose would that serve.  She didn’t have long to question she knew it was the strap-on harness when he cinched the last buckle.  Instead of the familiar flat base of the fake cock she felt a bulbous head, almost the size of a tennis ball it pressed into her lips.  He reached between and spread her lips allowing the rough covering of the balled head to rest against her protruding clit.  If she moved she felt it was supported almost making her feel like a tripod.  She rocked forward enjoying the pressure against her clit taking her mind off the tension in her shoulders and neck.

He circled her and beat her about the tops of her shoulders and upper back with the quirt.  She began jerking in anticipation of each landing.  And then she felt it the tremendous buzz and vibration against her clit. 

The pain became pleasure and the pleasure pain as the intense vibration on her clit drove her into a frenzy as now he whipped at her breasts and the clamps on her nipples.  Her sounds were indiscernible between cries and moans.  And when she thought she could stand no more the vibrations ceased.  The absence of sensation on her clit allowed the full pain of the clamps being pulled from her nipples to consume her, she shrieked.

“That’s it whore sing to me”

Her scream became heavy sobs.  He didn’t stop but began tugging and pinching at the abused nipples.  His fingers became the instruments of torture and his cock pressed at her mouth.  At first she didn’t understand until he yanked hard on her hair and her mouth opened and the fat head with its drooled tip pushed in against her tongue.  She sobbed and he fucked her mouth.  Her crying making her choke on her own drool.

Then she felt the vibrations again.  She pressed hard forward into the head of the tripod held to her body by the strap-on harness.  She suckled and rubbed feeling the need not only to cum but to nurse at his manhood.  Each need in her driving the other to compete, he was enjoying her hunger for him.  She suckled and chewed sometimes not so gently on his turgid member.

 He turned off the vibrations and let her concentrate on his pleasure.  She didn’t miss a moment rolling her tongue over and around flicking at the tip trying to force it into the slit at the tip.  She was trying to fuck his pee hole with her tongue.  He felt the drawing on his ball sac and pulled out.  He wasn’t about to cum yet this was too much fun.

He left her dangling from her leash while he walked into the kitchen.  She heard him in the background dropping ice into a glass.  He was fixing himself a drink.  Her thirst responded.  Suddenly her throat was dry and she wanted to ask him for one for herself too but the fear kept her silent.  Minutes passed and it seemed like eternity that she was left dangling and aching.  A five second burst of vibrations between her legs reminded her who was in control.

She wanted to cum, needed to cum, it was beginning to hurt she needed it so badly.  Her whole body felt alive.  The slightest motion of the air felt like heat scorching her flesh.  And so it felt when the first drips of wax trailed over her shoulders rolling down her milky mounds.  She felt the wax harden in its path.  She felt him tipping the candle over and over making her a shield.  The sensation not new but certainly one she hadn’t felt in sometime.  It was pleasurable yet in her heightened state of arousal frustrating she wanted to cum.

When she opened her mouth she intended to beg but instead she felt him pulling at her tongue and clipping the end with a clothes pin.  She blushed again in humiliation.  When she formed the words the were slurred

 “Please Sir, please Daddy, Master, I need release.  Please make me cum.  Let this slut of yours cum, it hurts.”

Her reward for her mumbled speech was feeling him strike her wax coated chest with a small paddle beating the wax in clumps from her breasts.  They ached too in need of her release.  Her whole body felt as if it were swollen and ready to burst at the seams with built up fluids. 

“Nasty drooling whore you don’t deserve to cum.”

And with that he turned the wand back on pulsing it slow then high frustrating her.  It wasn’t until he saw her tears  nonstop down her cheeks did he leave the vibrations running long enough for her to find her release as he bit into her shoulder.  The ring of teeth marks swelling the instant he removed his mouth.

She came and hard and she kept cumming.  She whimpered the pleasure was pain now. 

“Please Sir no more, it hurts it hurts bad.”

He laughed,

“Deal with it”

And with that he left the room.  She struggled to pull away but the harness kept the head in place her sensitive nub now flamed in pain.  She was struggling when it all stopped.  He slid his hand with an ice pack in between then removed his hand leaving the ice behind.  The cold such a shock burned.  Then it began numbing.

He took to striping her again with his tools.  She was tiring the intensity wearing on her so she sagged against her restraints.  He saw this and stopped.  He removed the harness, then unhooked the lead from overhead and took the knife slicing through the ropes that were bound behind her.  She would have fallen forward had his hand not stopped her.  He linked a finger through the “D” ring and pulled her into the bedroom, there he pushed her hard face first into the bed and standing behind her plundered her gaping wet cunt.  Her walls so slick with her cum he couldn’t feel her walls tightening around him.  He cursed and instead pulled the plug from her ass and in a single motion replaced it with his cock, slick from her cunt juice into her stretched asshole.  He met no resistance.

“Take it fuck hole.”

“Clench on me whore, make me feel that ass fucking me back.”

She heard the words and struggled to make her body comply.  She tightened her abdominal muscles clenching and releasing.  It must have worked he was grunting with each thrust.

“Take it bitch, take it slut, feel it, milk it whore.”

It became a mantra said over and over with little variation.

He grunted and rammed into her ass feeling every inch of her pipeline stretching to hold him then hugging onto him trying to expel him.  He was in control.

When his balls drew up this time he wasn’t stopping or at least not for long.  He pulled his cock out of her ass and shoved her on the floor, seating himself on the edge of the bed.  He pulled her up by her ears and her mouth over his cock.  She took him into her mouth sucking stroking wanting to make him cum to spill his hot seed into her gullet.

When her motions weren’t enough to satisfy him he stood grasping the back of her head to hold her steady began heavy hard long thrusts through her mouth and down her throat all the while reveling in her reflex gags.  It was one of her gags that pushed him over the edged and his cock pulsed its seed into her.  He held her tight all the way down her nose shoved into his belly his cock fully embedded in her throat and came a long steady stream emptying his balls into her feeling as if more was being drawn from his very essence.

When he was done he fell back on the bed drained.  She stayed kneeling in her spot on the floor a bit of drool and cum at the edge of her mouth.  She wiped at it with the back of her hand then licked at the hand she wiped with.

“Come here pet, come to Daddy”

 His voice this time low but soft, the tone loving caressed her ears.

 She crawled up onto the bed beside him and felt his arm draw her in tight.

“What a nasty bitch whore you are, but you are mine.”

 She smiled snuggling tighter, she felt loved.

The Close Shave

THE CLOSE SHAVE

The excuse sounded feeble even to her ears.  The morning had been so cold and the bed so warm and cozy even without him in it, that she had rolled over for just fifteen more minutes, so how had an hour slipped by?  Glancing at the clock she knew that she wouldn’t have time to shower and make her appointment on time.  So forgoing the shower she washed up quick, barely swiped her make up on and headed out the door.  Now as she watched him sharpening the blade on the whet stone she regretted rolling over more than anything that day. 

Occasionally, he sprang these inspections on her, rarely was she as unprepared.  But this time when he came home and told her to strip and assume her position she trembled.  Forgoing the shower that morning meant she hadn’t shaved either.  There were a few things he would overlook, a chip in her nail polish, or maybe her mascara smudged, but this was major to him.  She was supposed to keep herself smooth and soft at all times.  She never knew when he might want to make use of his treasures as he referred to her female parts.

He knew she was nervous about being shaved with the straight razor so He was making a production out of sharpening the blade in front of her.  He was enjoying every moment of watching her fidget and trying to hide it from Him, but He knew her.  He knew her better than herself sometimes.  He knew that as well as being nervous she was also excited, that if He ran His fingers over her twat now they would come away wet.  That brought other ideas to mind.  Maybe first He would turn her over His knee and let her think about how she had disobeyed Him and He was reddening her ass.  Why should she be so comfortable when she was laying back spread and He was scraping the blade across her nubby cunt. 

How long had He been sharpening the blade, fifteen or twenty minutes?  Her ankles were beginning to ache from sitting back on them, thighs spread open so He could see everything when He cared to look.  But He hadn’t looked.  She knew that meant He was thinking of more than just the straight razor shave as punishment.  She felt the warm trickle between her thighs, and with them parted she knew there was nothing to stop it from dripping to the floor beneath her.  She must be sic to be aroused at the thought of Him punishing her.

The clamps He had applied before He started sharpening the blade bit into her nips as he had applied them, and she had withheld her wince not wanting to displease Him anymore than she had.  Now her nipples were pretty well numb from them.  She knew when He decided to remove them she wouldn’t be able to withhold her whimper, it was going to hurt.  It was if He read her mind at that moment.  He glanced up, and then walking to her released one just to clamp it back in the other direction and then the other.  She whimpered, and He smiled, just for good measure He added a weight to each of them to keep the pain consistent.  Now if she moved in the slightest the weights would swing and it would be like they were being clamped all over again.  She felt herself drip.

He ran His finger over the blade, judging how sharp it was.  He didn’t want to nick His treasures after all and a sharp blade was imperative to eliminate that.  He watched as she tried to hold back a sneeze and then failed.  The weights took a huge bounce and pulled down hard as they continued to sway afterward.   She moaned and quickly pulled her hand away, she had almost forgotten herself and reached to relieve the pressure tugging on her nipples.  Her slip didn’t go unnoticed.  “Face down”, he barely got the words out and her forehead was touching the floor, her ass in the air.  Unfortunately for her that pushed her large tits into the floor too, and the clamps bit in harder. 

Leaning forward exposed the floor where she had been kneeling and he saw the small puddle that had been left by her dripping cunt.  The “pain slut” He thought affectionately, He wouldn’t trade her for anything at that moment.  He looked at her slit, the wetness clearly visible; it not only coated her lips but had run down between her ass cheeks.  Damn, He wanted to jamb His cock in between those two rounded cheeks.  He battled with Himself, how could He allow her the pleasure she would get from a good ass fucking when she was supposed to be being punished?  He almost laughed aloud when He thought to Himself, He was the one being punished here, His pleasure was what was being withheld, and she was obviously enjoying herself.  It came to Him then that He could forbid her to cum, which He knew, was impossible, but it would give Him the excuse to continue her punishment later.  Yeah, that was what He was going to do. 

He yanked her by the hair, making her rise then pushed her face into the wet puddle she had left beneath her.  “Clean it up bitch” She lapped at the puddle trying to ignore the carpet fibers that came up with her juices on her tongue.  When her pink tongue had licked over the spot five or six times, He became impatient and yanked her up again by her hair.  He started to guide her to the bed and then spotted the chair that would allow her breasts to sway free as he rammed her ass.  He couldn’t wait to hear her moans and whimpers, maybe even her begging.  After all her whimpers were what had made Him so hard in the first place.

His cock throbbed in the anticipation of broaching her tight ring.  She was going to get it hard now.  Forbidding her to cum He shoved into her in one thrust.  He rammed her over and over.  Her tits bounced and swayed and the weights pulled on her nipples, her ass contracted around His cock as she moaned and whimpered, he couldn’t tell now if it was pain or pleasure nor did He care, this was about His needs.  As her body convulsed under Him it was clear, it was pleasure.  She had just achieved what He had forbidden, she came and she came hard, climaxing over and over.  He was going to enjoy every moment of the night to come.

Her orgasm caused her ass to milk the cum from His balls.  He drove into her as His shaft pumped jism into her over and over.  Even when He was dry and His cock half hard her contracting muscles made Him tingle.  The groan He had released as He shot into her was primal and caused a renewed passion within her, fueling her on.  When her contractions finally forced His shrinking shaft from her He grabbed her twisting her and dropping her to her knees, where she instinctively took Him into her mouth and suckled the wetness from Him.

When He had had enough of her mouth and pulled her away He was already half aroused again.  But He wasn’t ready to give into her now.  He didn’t want her to think she had the power over Him to release her from her punishment.  “Down” again with her forehead to the floor and her breast being tortured by the clamps, He shoved the plug into her dripping cum filled ass.  He met no resistance going in thanks to the application of His own lube into her hole.

When it was firmly in place He told her to rise and to fetch the belt.  She stood shakily, still recovering from the heady climax she had just endured.  When she turned from Him, He saw how angry red her nipples had become.  Damn, He forgot how time flew by when He was enjoying her.  He grabbed her wrist stopping her in her tracks and pinched the clamp on her right tit open; she more than whimpered she cried out as the blood rushed by into the flesh.  As her whine still hung in the air He released the other, He saw her struggle to restrain herself from rubbing the tender flesh and instead lowered His mouth first to one and then the other, kissing the first and then suckling and finally biting the other.  Her cry turned to a moan as her hands pulled His head into her breast.

Releasing her nipple and taking her hands from His head, he told her to crawl to get the belt.  She dropped to her knees and he watched her ass wobble as she made her way away from Him and to the cupboard hiding His tools.  Returning to Him, He watched her swaying tits, His cock rigid again.  She carried the belt in her teeth as she crawled languidly like a cat back to Him.  She knew He was enticed by the smoky look in His eyes.  That aroused her more than anything He could do to her, knowing He wanted her.

Twenty that was the number she was to receive.  Five for leaving the puddle on the floor, ten for not shaving and five for not telling Him the clamps should be released earlier.  He had noticed that the left one had broken the tender skin and He cursed Himself.  She would count them and thank Him for each and every one, and when He was thru with the belt, she would return it to the cabinet and fetch back the thin cane.  She would receive fifteen on her tender breasts for cumming against His instructions,   He had something else in store for her but He wasn’t giving that away yet.

She assumed her position bent over the hassock in front of His chair. She was silent until the belt cracked over her ass for the first time, and then she spoke out “One thank you Sir, please another.”  She repeated her words adding a number each time until about the seventh swipe when she stuttered and the eighth hit before she got the words out and when she muttered eight, He corrected her, starting with one again.  She wasn’t sure she could stand another thirteen let alone another nineteen.  She let her mind zone into the pain radiating from her ass and upper thighs.  As she responded automatically now counting as she began to feel the rush of endorphins into her bloodstream.  Her thighs were becoming wet again and she was now raising her ass to meet the belt.  Her thighs opening some to let the lash reach the tender inside flesh.

This is why He loved her.  Even when He dished out what most felt was cruel she could find pleasure within it.  He watched as she rolled her hips in front of Him. Her motions enticed Him.  He allowed Himself the pleasure of running His fingers between her legs, feeling the wetness of her slit.  And just for good measure he pressed her clit, sending the jolt thru her to take her over the edge as she wiggled and climaxed on His lap.  He lost count but it wasn’t important anymore.  She was lost in the pain it wasn’t punishment to her any longer.

Leaving her there humping the hassock He walked to the cabinet Himself, replacing the belt He didn’t reach for the cane but instead for the intense vibrator He used to drive her into a frenzy so often.  But tonight, He was strapping it to her; she was going to climax until she passed out.  If she wanted to cum when He told her not to, she was going to cum until He told her she could stop.  And that was going to be quite a while.  He knew watching her was going to make Him hot and He wasn’t going to let this time be pleasure for her.  He walked to the phone and punched in a familiar number.

Once He had her bound spread eagle on the bed, a pillow under her hips, He opened the door and allowed His guest to enter.  As was expected of any submissive entering His home she stopped just inside the entry and disrobed.  The woman herself didn’t light a fire within Him but she didn’t need to she was here just to serve and to service.  He led her to the bedroom where His slave lay bound open and exposed and she slid up between the woman’s thighs.  She licked and sucked until her hips ground into the sub’s mouth and even then she continued she knew not to stop until He eased her off.

Watching the woman service His pet stirred Him but not like the moans coming from his slave.  It never failed to get Him hard.  Pulling the submissive back by the chain at her neck, He wrapped the straps to her thighs and positioned the vibe to sit on her swollen clit, when He turned it on passing the low setting she whimpered, her hips bucking.  When He hit high her head was thrashing and she was pulling at the restraints confining her to the bed.  It was then He settled the sub between His thighs and let her head start bobbing on His cock.

She wasn’t bad but she wasn’t anything like the woman He owned.  Her mouth could bring Him off in minutes or making Him last hours.  This one He knew would take a while but that was okay He wasn’t planning on shooting His load until His lady was on overload.  As He watched her cumming over and over He pushed the woman’s head down farther listening as gagged on His cock in her throat.  He pushed in and out until He was pretty sure if  He let up her dinner would follow, so He held her head still His cock wedged in her throat, when the gagging stopped He eased out and let her lick the head for a while as she caught her breath.

He over acted His pleasure wanting her to hear that He was being serviced and pleasured by another while she was receiving her punishment.  That was more of a punishment to her than anything He could mete out, if only He knew.  In fact her distress over her Master being serviced by another lessened and deadened her own passion, even with the mechanical device working on her tender nub.  The tears on her cheeks weren’t from physical pain, nor from anything she could or would explain to Him. 

To be continued….

Whispers Part 11

She closed her eyes hoping to erase the crowd she was displaying her most personal of acts to but the sounds of their cat calls and suggestions wouldn’t allow her to forget.  The tug on her hair had her opening them anyway.  She looked through the crowd looking for someone’s eyes to gaze into as she propelled herself towards orgasm.   She found just the eyes.  She looked into those of the young man who had previously been tethered to the pole nearby her.  His eyes smoldered sexuality, the burning heat she was feeling inside was reflected back to her.

She wasn’t surprised when her gaze traveled down his body and saw the gleam of precum dripping from his rigid cock.  It did surprise her to see the cause was an evil looking device squeezing his huge balls now a deep shade of purple.  She saw the not so gentle rocking as she realized he was being taken from behind.  It didn’t surprise her that it was by the man who’s gravelly voice had made him instantly hard earlier.  When the Master’s hand closed about the young male slave’s throat and the pumping from behind became more of a pummeling she saw the stream of white cum shooting from the tip of his cock and she too began to quiver.

Her orgasm duplicated the young man’s lasting in length but not near the intensity of his.  She didn’t stop though.  Her eyes locked on his, his on hers again and she plunged one of the larger dildos first into her honey pot before roughly wedging it into her ass.  She didn’t hear the crowd demanding the sale begin.  It wasn’t until the auctioneer raised the silver tag and announced

“Sorry folks this one is “private stock”.

Then her concentration on her pleasure broke.  Private stock…. The words reverberated in her head.  Private stock she wasn’t on the block.  He only sought to teach her a little humility and instead unleashed a brazen slut performing without thought to a young man being sodomized by a beast of an owner.  The dildo slid from her ass as she closed her thighs and bowed her head in thanks.

Her Master wasn’t oblivious to where her eyes rested as she brought herself off for the crowd.  Interesting twist he thought……something to consider.  He didn’t waste anytime removing her from the dais.  He left her clothing except for the corset which would need new cording as they strode from the room.  He didn’t stop until he reached the outer room where he exchanged words with what she could only call the Lord of the manor. The man seemed larger than life in some ways.  She heard her Master respectfully thank the Master of the house for his hospitality and his indulgence in teaching his pet.

The man smiled fatherly and stroked a hand between her legs.  The show she put on was well worth the space she occupied tonight.  You are both welcome anytime.

With that He walked her to the large front doors where the two nude servants stood waiting to see to their departure.  The girl was draped with a thin sheet by the female slave as she exited the doorway.  The male slave brought the truck to the front steps and opened the door helping her to step within by lifting her between her thighs.  The smile on his face when his hand returned wet was priceless.  It was the only expression she had seen cross his face throughout her visit and when the female slave came to his side licking at his hand she smiled back.

To be cont’d

Masturbate For Me

“Masturbate for me.”

It was a simple command.  She sat for a moment considering and then thought why not.  She stood and started to lift her dress over her head when he stopped her.

“Leave it on.”

She sat back down on the sofa just lifting the skirt and spread her thighs open.

“No over here and he patted to the ottoman in front of his chair.”

She rose again and walked to the ottoman as she sat she gathered the skirt of her dress in her hand so that she wouldn’t be sitting on it.  Once sat she pull down the small panties she had on and placed her feet on the seat of his wingback chair, one on each side of his legs.  His gaze never met hers.  He was staring now at her pussy.  She had followed his eyes up from her knees over her thighs until they came to rest on the center of her crotch. She wasn’t nervous.  They had played in the past.  They’d actually explored quite a lot together considering they were just friends.  But she hadn’t stopped by with this in mind, not at all.  It had been one of those weeks.  Nothing in itself was entirely bad but the sum total had left her feeling a little worn around the edges.  She hadn’t been thinking of visiting him when she found herself driving down a street not far from his home.  A couple of turns and she was cruising past his house.  His car was in the drive and the light was on.  She fumbled in her purse and found her phone.  She didn’t think about it but just dialed his number.  When he picked up she simply said,

“How about a drink.”

“Sure, stop over I’m home.”

“Yes, I know. “

That was all the explanation he said and she circled the block and pulled to a stop.  She walked up the drive not really thinking what she’d even talk about but a drink sounded good and she knew the company wouldn’t be trying.  When she rang the bell it took him a moment to answer.

“What were you sitting outside when you called?”

She just gave a small smile,

“Nearly”

She walked past him and looked at his house.  It was familiar.  A few changes here and there with the addition of his new roommate, a woman he hadn’t bothered to mention to her for six months.  They were that kind of friends.  They might talk daily for a few weeks and then drift each doing their own thing for a while but when they spoke again it was like time hadn’t really passed for either of them.

She sat down on the couch.

“Gin?”

“Yes, thanks.”

He already had a beer sitting next to the chair and some unknown ballgame on the television.  He handed her the drink then sat back down taking a drink himself.  She was quiet.  He really didn’t have much to say either just some general chat about their respective kids.  His attention was half on the t.v. and she didn’t mind.  It was nice just to have the peace.

That was when he looked at her and said it.

“Masturbate for me.”

So now she was sitting dress raised his eyes on her pussy and her eyes on him.  Hesitantly she licked her index finger and middle finger of her right hand and stroked it over her folds.  His expression didn’t really change but his stare continued.  She rubbed her clit then in a circular motion.  He licked his top lip.  She wasn’t one to masturbate and the few times a year she did it was always did so with a toy.  She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do or just how to touch herself.  She slid the fingers in her slit then brought them to her mouth.  His eyes followed.  It was the first time they were off her cunt.  He watched as she tasted herself and watched as she placed her hand back between her legs and started to rub herself again.  Eventually she dipped her fingers in and this time as she was bringing them to her mouth he grabbed her wrist and instead brought them to his.  He suckled her fingers and when the flavor of her juices was gone he dropped her hand and bent forward and found her mouth.  They kissed nothing passionate or romantic just a hungry consuming kiss.  No strings just sex.

She by now was busy with the buttons of his jeans.  She wondered why he preferred button up jeans to the more prevalent zippers but she didn’t linger on the thought.  She was concentrating on freeing his cock.  It was already hard.  She knew it before she had reached for his pants.  With it free now she bent over and opened her mouth sliding the head inside.  The smooth flesh of the cap felt good on her tongue and she let it linger stroking around the tip over and over.  His hands now were resting on the back of her head.  He gave a small push to encourage her to take more of him into her mouth.  He didn’t have to teach her how to blow him.  She had taught him what a blow job was all about. 

The first time she had taken him in her mouth was in that same chair, though now the chair sat against a different wall.  She had done something similar she had freed his cock and stroked it a few times with her hand before leaning in to take it in her mouth.

“You don’t have to do that.”

He had said.

“No I don’t have to, I want to.”

She stated it matter of factually.

“It doesn’t really do anything for me.”

He said just as plainly back.

But she continued anyway.  She did something similar then, she drew the head in and swirled her tongue over it before gently sucking more and more of the shaft down as she raised and lowered her head.  Her hand gently cradling his balls she massaged them while she savored the feeling of his cock smooth and warm in her mouth.  When the tip touched the back of her throat she hadn’t stopped just continued until her lips were feeling the curling hair of his pubes.  That time three or four minutes later and his hands grabbing the arms of the chair he came.  Long pulsing throb as the jism pumped out of his peter and into her throat and mouth.  She swallowed still tonguing him until he stopped.  Then she rose a bit and hand on each arm of his chair and kissed his lips lightly.

“That’s what it’s about.”

She had thought it and he had said a version of it.  Both of them still remembered that day clearly.  Fifty and his first satisfying blow job.  There is a comfort in things that never change.  This was one of those things.  She knew he would enjoy her mouth sliding down his dick and she would too.  She knew he wouldn’t turn her away for a drink not as long as he was home alone.  Sometimes when everything else seems in flux something familiar is enough.

Whispers Part 10

After the departure of the Master and his burning submissive, she glanced about the room.  There must be at least 25 posts and all but two now were occupied, the one left empty from the woman’s departure and the one directly to her left.

The post to the left wasn’t left empty long.  The matronly woman with the hidden pockets entered leading a nude young man.  He stumbled a bit when she stopped not being able to see her come to a halt through the thick blindfold tied about his head.   Once the woman had secured his tether she watched as the lady cradled the boy’s heavy ball sac in her palm as if weighing them.  Her eyes widened as she watched the balls spill over the woman’s palm.  The size of his nuts weren’t the only thing that had her silent stare; the young man was hung like a fertile bull even soft his member hung half way down his thigh. 

The older woman stroked his shaft a few times just to see if he would respond.  He didn’t respond to the stroking but when she took a step back and brought a new found crop down hard across his flanks his cock bobbed instantly becoming solid.  She let out a low chuckle and when she passed the staring woman she stopped to remove the other nipple from the low cut leather corset.  She smiled then for good measure brought the crop down with the end flap landing squarely centered once on each nipple.  If that wasn’t enough she tugged hard on the short black skirt and the sound of the Velcro ripping away from itself seemed to fill the room.  The older woman left then leaving the skirt pooling at the woman’s feet.

The wait wasn’t long.  The double doors to the outer room opened and the crowd she saw when entering paraded in mingling about the posted slaves.  The light from the overhead chandeliers slowly increased until she nearly had to squint to allow her eyes to adjust from the candle light.  She watched as several of the owners, or she assumed owner’s of the others in the room circled around the young male posted to her left.  It seemed his bobbing cock drew quite the attention of the female set. 

She watched as the women stroked their hands over his back, shoulders and arms.  Feeling his chest then his belly all waiting to see who would grab his prominent post.  To their amazement it was ceasing to bob with their attentions and slowly going flaccid.  It wasn’t until a large overbearing man with  a scowl stepped before him and growled

“You letting me down boy?”

That he became hard again, this time so much that his cock touched above his belly button.  The women this time couldn’t resist touching.  The men seeing the women fawn over the young stud made their rounds as well; touching a female sub here or there by lifting a breast or parting a pair of thighs.

She watched not sure if she was happy to be left alone or feeling a bit slighted at their oversight.  She didn’t have long to ponder before the older woman returned this time instead of her breasts being of interest the woman’s interest was lower.  She use her foot to kick at the inside of the girls ankles indicating for her to open her legs and stand as if she were beginning a series of jumping jacks.  The woman cackled as she drew the side of her hand through the woman’s parted thighs and had it come back glistening.  She pulled the blouse the rest of the way open and then wiped her hand upon it.  Her actions must have been enough to garner some of the close by Dom’s attention.  Soon she felt more than one set of hand’s some gentle some gruff grazing over her exposed skin.  She flinched some when she felt a large set part her ass cheeks and another push her forward.  She felt the strain on the chain and prayed they would stop before it snapped.

Luck was on her side and the pressure on her shoulders ceased and she remained bent partially forward her legs spread wide.  Such intrusive inspections made her feel embarrassed but startlingly aroused at the same time.  More than once her silver tag was lifted then dropped, once the tag was read the reader seemed to lose interest and wander quickly to another to begin they fondling inspection all over again.

She nearly lost it when a somewhat dirty looking man walked near her and opened her jaws.  He looked carefully in her mouth almost as if he were inspecting her dental work, when he finished his looking she found him cramming two fingers deeply into her throat working them in and out while she choked.  Her eyes were wide as she frantically searched the room for signs of her Master.  Finally the man ceased raping her throat with her fingers and instead slapped her ass before walking off. 

She watched as the first girl was released from her pole and led by her leash to a center dais.  Climbing to the center she was made to stand spread eagle arms extended over her head while a man dressed completely in black read a list of her attributes while carefully pointing them out.  The displayed slave was made to bend before the gathered crowd and grab her ankles as the man described how well the woman could withstand a lashing to her ass.  When he told her to reach behind her and spread her cheeks she could see the blush of red from where she was tied.

She watched as person after person was lead to the center and the bidding and selling of each progressed.  She watched as some of the purchased slaves were immediate lead from the room and others taken to the sides or feet of their purchasers.  More than one was occupied giving oral service to their new master as he or she remained transfixed to the auction block.

She was processing why she was here.  Was he so displeased with her that he was choosing to sell her.  He never even shared her.  The thoughts twisted in her mind until she felt her chain being removed from the post she was tethered and she was being prompted to follow.  She nearly resisted then realized to do so would break the thin chain holding the single thing he said could be her salvation.

When she reached the stage unlike the others they placed a heavy blindfold about her eyes.  It helped not being able to see the leering crowd until she heard the speaker.  He began by describing her exhibitionistic qualities even pointing out her shining wet thighs as an example of her brazenness.  When she felt the cool steel blade graze her shoulder then her cheek she froze.  No nnnno knives.  She let out a barely audible whimper over the crowd demanding to see more.

She felt as the blade wove it’s way into the back lacings of the corset and felt it giving way as string after string sprang from the strain being released.  Soon it was falling from her nearly nude body.  She was left standing naked bar the garter belt and stockings.  She felt a chair being pressed up against her backside and she nearly fell as much as sat.

The announcer was describing the most intimate of performances when she felt the assortment of toys being dropped into her lap.  The blindfold removed and her embarrassment multiplied to see the crowd waiting in fact shouting explicit slurs for her to begin pleasuring herself for their enjoyment.  When she didn’t begin she felt a familiar touch on her shoulder.  He was behind her it didn’t take His whispered word

“Don’t disappoint me”

To have her know she had no say.

She timidly began toying with her nipples and then moved a hand between her spread thighs.

To be cont’d

Whispers Part 9

Walking through the doorway was like walking into another world.  The large room she could only guess must have once been a ballroom.  The tall ceilings and the aged floors gleamed in the low light of flickering candelabras.  As her eyes adjusted she realized as silent as the room was there were nearly as many people in this room as the outer room, the only difference.. . The people here were mixed some dressed some nude but all seemed to be tethered to poles mounted every few feet around the perimeter of the room.

She felt the pull of the chain and once again realized her inattention was going to end up being the death of her.  Oh gawd, did she really mean death?  The thought that she could cause her own reckoning helped her to focus on the woman dressed in black.  She kept pace with her and just like the others silent in the room, the woman lead her to a vacant post and attached the thin lead to a small hook on the side of the pole.

Once again the matriarch picked up the tag and glanced.  She shook her head.

"What a pity"

She muttered under her breath before reaching up and tugging hard at the neckline of her shirt.  It didn't take much and the top buttons burst open to reveal the black leather beneath.  The matriarch grinned at the sight and with a cool wrinkled hand reached just enough down the front cup to find a very hard nipple.  Giving it a pinch she tugged it up over the bodice and left it exposed.

"Nice."

Was all she muttered as she turned and walked away.

When the woman was clear of the room she heard faint whispers of those farthest from the doorway..... ...

The three at the far side of the room continued their whispers right up until the matriarchal woman returned with the pair that had opened the front doors when she had arrived.  The woman and the pair walked through the silent room her heels clattering on the hard floors their barefooted steps muffled in comparison.

When they reached the three who had braved breaking the silence there were no words spoken.  The older woman reached into a deep pocket sewn invisibly into her dress and when her hand became visible again she was presenting a phallic gag to the male servant.  He took the gag and walked to the closest of the talkers.  At first the slave didn’t realize the gag was for her and it wasn’t until he applied pressure with his thumb to her chin that she opened her mouth and accepted the lewd gag into her mouth.  The phallus from a distance didn’t appear overly large but it must have been sizable as they all heard the woman gagging and choking while she adjusted to the tool in her mouth and throat as the servant buckled the gag into place.

The female servant was standing in front of the second culprit the tool of silence handed to her by the woman in black was a simple clothes pin.  The girl took the clothes pin from her and when her nails dug into the lower jaw of the pretty male slave he complied opening his lips and sliding his tongue out to be clamped.  It was obvious to all this wasn’t his first experience with this type of punishment. 

The last punishment was obviously going to be meted out by the matriarch herself.  She stood before the last slave, the one who had first braved to break the rooms quiet.  A wicked smile crossed the crone’s face and the tethered around the room strained to see the small item she had removed from her pocket and cupped in her hand.  It wasn’t long before it was apparent.  The slave stood before her lips pressed shut until both the male and female slaves stepped beside her each grasping one of the slave’s tits in their hands and slowly began squeezing tighter and tighter until you could hear the victim whimper and saw her mouth open.

The older woman did not call the servants off when the slave opened her mouth but continued to have them maul the woman’s breasts until she had placed the small token in her hand on the woman’s tongue and then produced a strip of duct tape to seal her lips.  When she did nod and give the command to release the girl’s boobs it was only so they might catch her hands that were now flying toward her own mouth.  She struggled against them when they caught her arms and wrenched them behind her the woman in charge snapped a shining pair of cuffs over the sufferer’s wrists dropping them immobile behind her back.

The woman squealed and squirmed effectively gagged by the tape.  Those near enough to her could see the sweat breaking on her forehead and the tears streaming down her cheeks.  They also were the only ones to have seen the cracked open pepper the matriarch had placed on her tongue.

The trio retraced their steps across the room exiting just as they had come in through a third door.  This time the room remained silent.  The quiet was only disturbed by the muffled sobs of the tethered slave who had dropped to her knees and was nearly hanging from her lead and collar from the post where she was tied.  They watched in terror thinking it could be any of them suffering if they didn’t mind their ways.

After what seemed like hours for the tortured woman, a man who must have be her owner, traversed the gleaming ballroom floor.  He stopped before her and watched as the woman tried vigorously at her restraints to kneel before him.  When he released the clip holding her tether to the pole she all but collapsed in a heap at his feet kissing his boots through the tape gag.

He raised her to a standing position before him by her hair.  She still stood a good foot shorter than him and seemed even smaller as her head was bowed in shame.  He tilted her chin up with one hand and ripped the duct tape from her mouth with the other.  When she opened to spit the offending pepper from her tongue he clamped his hand over her mouth and his only words echoed.

“Swallow”

She vigorously tossed her head back and forth but eventually acceded to his command as his fingers pinched her nose and her mouth was sealed by his hand.  They all thought of the discomfort the woman would suffer over the next few days as the pepper traveled her system before burning its exit.

When she had complied he led her from the room.  Those remaining bowed their heads thanking their maker they hadn’t broken a rule yet.

To be cont’d

Whispers Part 8

She felt a growing excitement as they drove down their street.  She loved surprises and His were always so inventive.  Her only thoughts centered around His earlier instructions, dress in something disposable.  To her that could only mean one thing… play!  And since they were leaving home it meant quite possibly play with or around others.  She was such a exuberant exhibitionist, the very thought of being stripped publicly had her snatch dripping.

When He cleared His throat she instantly came to attention.  How long had they driven with her lost in her own thoughts?  Looking up and out the window she didn’t recognize the country road they were now traveling.   He cleared His throat once more and she turned her head waiting for Him to speak.  He was a little annoyed it took twice to get her full attention but now that He had it He couldn’t waste much time they were nearing the turn off much quicker than He had planned.

“Tonight I am expecting a lot from you pet.”

His tone alone had the hair on the back of her neck standing up.  What was He expecting?  She was always careful in public to represent Him to the best of her ability. 

He continued,

“The tag on your chain is the only thing that will distinguish you as my property.  If you should lose it or become separated from it there will be no recourse on your or my part but to follow the house rules.”

Now she was very curious, just what was engraved on her pendant?  What could be so vital that He spoke so gravely of its importance?  It really didn’t matter anyway, it was a gift from Him and that alone made it precious and dear to her she would care for it as if it were part of her being.  Once again lost in her own thoughts she realized He was still speaking and she was missing what was being said.  She started to say something when His fingers touched her lips.

“From here forward pet you will not utter a word, not a sound, not a whimper or a moan.  Complete silence, understand?”

She nodded her head concerned at what she missed in His conversation but unable now to ask Him to repeat Himself, not that He would have had she asked.

He seemed to sense she had missed a good portion of His directives and out of a selfish interest He condensed it to the most important details.

“I won’t be with You for most of tonight but I expect you to behave as you would if I were standing beside you.  You will be touched in many manners, you will not pull back but make yourself readily available for any type of examination that might come.  You will not be harmed as long as your tag is in place if you should lose it I cannot protect you from what might come.”

She shuddered just a bit, He was leaving her?  Certainly He didn’t mean to leave her with anyone unfamiliar. 

Her eyes widened as He turned from the gravel to an asphalt drive.  A few feet up the drive were broad black iron automatic gates.  Who in their right mind would put up such elaborate gates out in the country with nothing but Podunk towns nearby?  She started to ask when she remembered her vow of silence.

When He pushed the intercom button and gave His name the gates slid silently open.  Once the truck was past the gates they slid just as noiselessly closed.  She then noticed the tall fence surrounding the property topped menacingly with razor wire.  Now a chill raced up her spine, was this some type of prison facility?

From the gate she strained to see any sort of building but with the waning light and the thick tree line ahead she didn’t see anything.  They seemed to drive another five minutes before reaching what she could only describe as an English manor house.  Old large and rambling, the house looked dignified and somehow menacing.

She waited as He came around to her door and opened it.  Before she could step down He fastened a thin silver lead to the chain about her neck.  It looked fragile and she struggled not to allow any pressure to build upon the chain that it might break and take the important tag with it.

When they approached the large double doors of the house they seemed to open automatically.  It wasn’t until they were inside that she saw each door had been opened  by a nude servant clad only in French cuffs and collars.  The one on the right was male and the one on the left female, though looking at them they both appeared almost sexless.

Once the doors shut behind them the female servant silently led them through the entry to what she guessed would be called a receiving room.  Scattered throughout the room were many men and women.  Some gathered in groups didn’t look up but remained talking yet others seemed to leer at her as if they could see through her clothing.  She didn’t like the way their stares made her feel.

A woman dressed in black looking very matriarchal greeted Him.  She reached for the lead in His hand and He released it to her without a thought.  When the woman reached for the tag at her neck she felt herself pull back slightly.  The small motion on her part wasn’t lost to either her Master or the matriarch. 

When the woman turned the tag in her hand and read the inscription she frowned and spoke to Him.

“Are you sure, Sir?  This is your wish?”

It surprised her to hear this prim stern looking woman address Him as Sir. 

He nodded and spoke.

“Yes that is my wish.”

The woman bowed her head and without a further word turned and began walking from the doorway they entered through off to the side of the room to a second door.  She jumped when she felt the tension on the chain.  Her inattention could have cost her dearly, she was grateful the chain hadn’t snapped before she realized she was to follow.

To be cont’d

She woke with a start the next morning.  Her back and ass were stinging and aching but more importantly she felt lonely and empty.  She knew instantly he wasn’t in bed with her any longer and she winced as she rolled over to see the clock.  Four thirty, he didn’t need to be up until five.  She crept out of bed listening to see if she could discern where in the house he might be but all she heard was silence. 

She went room by room finding them all just as empty as the bed.  She thought back to see if she remembered him saying anything about working early or a reason he wasn’t there.  Then she remembered the last word he said as she drifted off was “tomorrow”.

Now she was left wondering, tomorrow what?  And she realized she hadn’t heard his whispers.  Was he going to give her tasks for today or was he telling her why he wasn’t there now.  She paced, fretting, she bit at her cuticles until she realized she was and then looked at them.  Damn another reason for him to be upset.  He had been trying to break her of that habit for a long time and she had been doing so well until now.

She thought about calling or texting him but then she knew it was her own fault she didn’t know what was going on.  She went back to the bedroom and after making the bed, cleaned and put the prior nights toys away.  Then into the living room she retrieved the plastic sheet and took it to the washer.

She walked past the plate of cookies and bars on the kitchen counter and almost opened the saran and then remembered her diet.  She just couldn’t get a break today.  It was in the kitchen that she glanced out the window and noticed his truck was still in the drive.  She felt giddiness come over her at the thought he hadn’t left yet, but at the same time she pondered where he was.

She pulled a light cotton wrap from the closet and went back through the kitchen and out the backdoor.  He wasn’t in the backyard but there was a feint light coming out from beneath the garage door.  She walked across the cool dewy grass in her bare feet.

She shivered a bit just before turning the handle.  And felt her nipples harden.

The first thing he saw when she opened the door was her robe opening and a tit falling out.  The nipple was hard and demanding attention.  He walked over to her cupping her ass with one hand and the other hand wrapped around her escaped breast.  He squeezed as he brought his mouth down to cover it.  When he released her he spoke.

“Sleep well baby girl?”

She nodded then squirmed a bit under her robe.  The belt was rubbing on one of the more tender welts.

“You know you fell asleep before you got your chores for today.”

This time she found a quiet voice.

“Yes, daddy, I know, I’m sorry, what is it you want me to do today.”

He looked at her a bit then went back to his work bench.  She couldn’t see what he was doing from where she was standing.   She waited quietly for him to answer but as minutes passed she began thinking he wasn’t going to speak to her again.  And then he turned to her

“I can’t blame you too much, you had a hard evening.  Rest today, do what you may within your guidelines but be prepared for this evening.”

There were no whispers.  Then she thought, prepared for this evening what did he mean?  She started to ask when he asked her for coffee.

She returned to the house and quickly set about brewing him a cup.  At the same time she scrambled three eggs and poured them into a pan, preparing to make him an omelet for breakfast.  Adding little ham, cheese and mushrooms, she poured his coffee and stirred in the sugar just as she heard him on the back step.  She was waiting on her knees as the backdoor opened coffee offered up.

He took the coffee had a tentative sip to see how hot it was as he nodded for her to rise.  She quickly grabbed a plate and placed the omelet onto it as he stood at the kitchen sink washing his hands.  She had removed the robe when she entered the house, it was draped over the back of the stool by the breakfast bar and she hustled to move it off before he turned from the sink.

He didn’t miss her oversight but it didn’t bother him.  It was more her inclination to have everything in it’s place than his, especially in the kitchen.  He watched her heavy tits sway with her motions and remembered the tail swinging the night before.  He felt a stirring between his legs and rubbed his hands over the zipper of his pants.  That wasn’t lost on her she smiled and placed the plate on the table before him.  He straddled the tall chair and sat down in front of the steaming plate.  As his fork cut the first bite her nimble fingers tugged at his zipper.

He patted her head.

“No babe I don’t have time.”

She came out from in front of him and knelt beside him until noticing when he tipped his coffee cup up it was nearly empty.  She rose retrieved the pot and filled his cup then stirred sugar into the fresh cup.  When he finished eating she was still hoping he would give her a task but he merely kissed her and walked out the backdoor.

She went through her normal routine straightening the house, a load of laundry a bite of lunch and then her bath.  In the tub she took a little longer than normal just letting the water sooth the welts on her butt and back.  At first just lowering into the water it seemed it might be unbearable but slowly she found it eased more and more as she soaked.

She looked at the clock when she patted dry from the tub.  She had an extra half hour and he had told her well rested so turning back the bed she laid down on the cool sheets closing her eyes.  She felt like she barely closed them when the alarm she had set was ringing.  Rising she remade the bed and went to the bathroom to tidy herself.  She took her place by the door five minutes before she expected him.

She was kneeling as usually when he arrived.  He gave her the once over and then asked as he hooked two fingers into her cunt,

“Did you rest today slut?”

“Yes, Daddy, thank you.”

His wiggling fingers in her were making her wetter.  She waited wanting to touch him but knowing he hadn’t released her from her pose yet.  She felt him stroking her “G” spot and she took a deep breath.  She knew he was testing her seeing how long she could hold off begging.  And then he just stopped.

“I’m showering and then we are going out.  I want you in the black leather corset and slut heels.  Whatever you chose to put over it doesn’t matter to me you won’t be in it long.”

Then after a moments silence he added,

“Make sure it’s disposable.”

She scurried to the bathroom ahead of him to turn on the water when he shooed her out. 

“Go prepare yourself.”

She opened the dresser drawer and laid the corset out flat on the bed, then went to the closet and pulled out one of the many pairs of provocative shoes she had.  It was getting cooler out now so she decided on stockings she took a pair from the drawer and rolled them up her legs slowly.  They would stay in place until she could snap them into the garters on the corset.  She powdered herself and shimmied into the loosened laced corset.  She knew she would need his help to finish the lacings. 

When he came from the bath she was waiting.  She drew in a breath and stretched up tall elongating her body to allow him to pull the lacings to their tightest.  He slowly tightened the tension on the lacings until he was putting a knee against her buttocks to hold her in place as he tugged them tighter.  Once tied off he leaned her forward across the bed and kicked her feet open.  She spread for him and he slid the brass cylindrical balls into her wet cunt.  He nudged them as deeply as he could with his fingers then slapped her ass with his free hand while tasting her juicy cunt on his fingers that just instilled the musical balls deep within her.

“I want to leave in ten minutes, finish up.”

He left the bedroom and she flitted about, first fastening the garters to the stocking tops then sliding into the shoes.  In her closet she wondered what was disposable.

Finally she pulled a short black skirt down.  Looking at it the skirt didn’t appear out of the ordinary, when she pulled at the side the Velcro made a ripping noise.  When she wrapped it around her and smoothed the Velcro shut once again it looked perfectly normal.  She doubted anything would happen to the skirt.  Next she pulled an older sheer blouse from a hangar.  If you paid attention you would notice the top two buttons were missing, taken to replace a couple lost lower down.  There was also a small area where the hem was coming loose; if she lost this one it wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

Dressed she walked to the living room, he was waiting.  She walked to him and this time not needing to stand on tippy toes kissed his cheek.  He smiled and patted her on the ass.  He grabbed a fistful of hair and shook his head,

“It’s gonna take a while to grow out”

She lost her smile and looked at the floor.  He put a finger under her chin and tilted her face to his.

“It’s done.  You will just have to suffer the consequences until it grows back.”

He dropped his hand and put it into his pocket.  When he pulled it out there was a simple silver chain with a small tag hanging from it as a pendant.  He reached around her as she raised what hair she did have left and felt him fasten the clasp in back of her neck.

The corset was pressing into the bruising and welts on her back.  She was constantly aware and found the more she moved the more it hurt.  He noticed her grimace a time or two but didn’t acknowledge her discomfort.  He was a little remorseful when he saw there were areas that were deep purple this morning.  He knew there would be more than one questioning look from more than one in attendance that night.

When the chain was in place he walked to the door.  He opened it and watched her walk under his arm and out the door.  She was fingering the chain anxious to know what was inscribed on the small tag, she could feel the intentions in the polished silver.  He pulled the door closed behind them.  She wondered where they might be headed but didn’t ask; she liked surprises.  They took his truck instead of her car.  That was unusual.

To be cont’d

Whispers Part 6

When they reached the bedroom he pulled the covers back on her side of the bed.  She hesitated expecting that she was going to sleep on the floor beside the bed as she usually did on the nights she was punished. 

“In baby before I change my mind.”

She didn’t hesitate but climbed in and he pulled the covers up and tucked them tightly about her shoulders. 

“Scoot yourself down a bit.”

He mumbled and as she did he placed his left knee on the edge of the mattress and swung his other leg over her.  She was trapped under the covers, his body straddling her chest.  His cock was rigid and bobbing in front of her face.  She leaned up trying to catch the tip on her tongue seeing the gleam of precum glistening on the slit.  He chuckles and slapped her cheek with his hard prick. 

“Want something?”

He taunted her some more before raising her head with his hand and leaning in to her mouth.  He slid in effortlessly until he reached the back of her throat.  No matter how much pressure he applied it was just the wrong angle to slide on into her throat.  He let her work her tongue and lips up and down the shaft a while before stopping her and removing his cock.  When he had he reversed his direction on her and lowered his balls into her waiting mouth.  She suckled and licked as he slowly moved back and forth over her.  He eased back and her tongue teased at his asshole.  She swept around and around before beginning a small stabbing motion, her tongue curled pointy and hard.

When he moaned and pulled away the covers came too.  She was ready for him, her legs spread and he grasped her behind her knees and forced them up beside her ears.  Her ankles found a resting spot on his shoulders and he jabbed into her sodden cunt.  She was tender from the raping toy earlier but as wet as she was she barely felt it let alone cared.  As he pulled nearly out she whimpered in protest but was quickly rewarded by a full lunge forward.  When he was buried in her to the hilt his balls pressed into her he began grinding his pelvic bone against her clit.  It was only seconds before she was begging

“Please Daddy, please may I?”

“May you what baby?”

“Gawd Daddy I need to cum please, please may I?”

He pulled back and out of her easing her legs off his shoulders.

Her bottom lip puffed out and she sighed hard.  He tugged her over onto her stomach and onto her knees.  His hands pressed hard down onto her shoulders and she crumpled face first into the mattress.  Her face smashed into the pillow kept her breasts from being flattened into the mattress.  She didn’t care all she wanted was him back into her cunt.  She wiggled her ass before him and in response he roughly dragged his callused palms down the welts on her shoulders then back and ass.  He grabbed her hips and she expected him to drive into her so she stilled.

She waited feeling the cool air chilling her wet twat and thighs.  She started to wiggle her ass again in need.  He slapped each cheek hard.

“Greedy wench”

She nodded into the pillow and muffled said

“Yes Daddy, when it comes to You.  Fuck me please, now, hard, make it hurt, please Daddy.”

He smiled she was learning.  He had been trying for a very long time to get her to talk, not just talk but to say the words that she could write to him in notes but rarely uttered.

“Tell me bitch what is it you want?  Fuck you where?”

Her mind spun, she wanted it all she wanted her cunt ravaged, she wanted him in her sore ass, she just wanted. 

“Anywhere, just gawd, fuck me, now.  Fuck your slut.”

“Not good enough baby.”

She felt the mattress moving as if he was rising and she all but screamed.

“Fuck my pussy first, ram me, hit the back of me, make me whine and cum.”

With that he guided his engorged cock into her slit and began a battering.  He plunged into her repeatedly, watching her body being shoved forward and into the mattress and pillow with each thrust.  Slowly her body was sliding forward and her knees outward, flattening her more and more into the bed and taking away his leverage.

He reached forward and grabbed her shoulders roughly yanking her back into position.  He leaned forward and in a raspy whisper said

“Stay”

He rose and grabbed the spreader bar from under the bed.  He was hungry to satiate the throb in his cock but he wasn’t going to do it half way.  He pushed her knees a little wider then went to roping them to the spreader.  Once he finished with her knees he looped another rope over and around her shoulders and then neck and tied it off too to the spreader bar.  Damned if she could slip out from under him now.

She squirmed but was unable to move much.  She now was at his mercy.  Seeing her trussed tightly, his mind drifted from getting back into her snatch.  He went to the closet and opened the door.  Inside from the conveniently displayed toys he selected the softest suede flogger and the black leather crop.

She felt the falls of the flogger first caressing her tender back and ass.  Then she felt him drag it between her thighs.  With a gentle swinging motion he began first teasing and then flogging her open twat and thighs.  Each swing increased in intensity.  She was so aroused she was surprised it wasn’t splattering him when the falls hit her wet cunt.  Without breaking the rhythm he switched from the flogger to the crop.  New sensations were sending electric pulses from her crotch throughout her body.  She moaned.  When the crop came down hard the next time on her clit she didn’t moan but screamed.

That was enough and he threw the crop aside and plowed into her wetness.  He took her hard and repeatedly, driving into her then grinding before pulling back out.  He moved his hand up over her ass and his thumb toyed at her back entrance.  It was coated with her cream but he didn’t stop there.  Under the pillow was the bottle of lube and he pulled it out not missing a pump and drizzled it between her cheeks. 

She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart for him, he knew she was anxious.  He continued fucking her cunt using his thumb in an out of her ass.  She was panting now.  Her breaths were deep then shallow. 

“Tell me baby, what do you want?”

She was almost beyond thinking let alone speaking, it wasn’t until she felt him slowly withdrawing that she realized what she could lose if she didn’t speak up.

“Take my ass Sir, you know it feels good to you.  Fuck it in me and make it feel good to you.”  I want your cum in me.  I want to feel it hot and spewing, slipping out of me a bit at a time.”

He was pleased and pulled out slow. He repositioned the tip of his cock at her puckered bud her felt her flexing inviting him in.  When he leaned forward it didn’t take much effort for the head to pop through her tightened ring.  Once inside he worked his way in and out deeper and deeper until he was fully dipping into her with each thrust.

She whined and he tugged on the rope looped around her throat using it almost as if it were reigns.  He thrust and pulled in opposite motions.  She began a series of long orgasms.  Her ass was contracting and milking his cock when he began a low growl of his own finally exploding.

“Here it comes bitch take it, take it.  Take it all.”

All accompanied with hard thrusts then weaker ones as his cock twitched release the final spews of cum from his balls.

When he finally pulled out of her both of them felt the loss.  He lay beside her breathing deep, one hand loosening the ropes that still held her captive.

When the ropes were gone and she was allowed to stretch, she rolled to her side and curved her body to his.  She felt the pounding of his heart in his chest as much as she felt each beat.

As she drifted off to sleep he murmured softly…

“Tomorrow…”

And she was lost in slumber.

To be cont’d

Whispers Part 5

The tug gave her just a small taste of what the other girl had on a regular basis.  She was concentrating hard trying not to feel the strong contractions in her cunt, the longing to cum yet again.  She was very surprised she came so quickly and easily.  It must have been the excitement of just being in the situation that brought it on she thought.

She leaned back easily when he pulled her shoulder back toward the table.  She was laying spread open before his slave, a leg on each side of the table.  Victoria was thinking she had everything under control when she felt the gush of hot fluid from her pussy as the other woman plunged two fingers curled them and raked them hard over Tori’s “G” spot.  She flushed red.  She had never squirted and wasn’t quite sure that was what it was, the feeling was so strong but the sheer quantity and force had her thinking instead she might have peed herself.

He sat back and smiled at his pet then nodded letting her know she could go relieve herself.  When she scampered off he stood and walked to the end of the coffee table where she had been seated.  He looked down on Tori trying to recover from the intense orgasms she had just experienced one after another.  Her eyes were half closed when his open hand smacked down hard on her open crotch.  It got her attention instantly.

“Get dressed and out I’m disappointed you made that so easy for her.  She is good but not that good, you’ll need a lot of training.”

She now felt humiliation on top of everything else.  At the same time she felt a glimmer of hope he mentioned training… Did that mean he was thinking of doing that himself?  She rose to a seated position and started to mumble her apology when she realized just what a puddle she had left.  He gave her his hand and helped her to rise from the table.  When she was upright he gave her ass a hard slap and threw his thumb toward the door she had entered.  She gathered her dress and pulled it on while walking through the kitchen.  She was still tying it shut when the door closed behind her.

In the bathroom she was just washing her hands when she heard the backdoor close and looked up to see him observing her in the mirror.

“Feel better pet?”

He put his hand on her shoulder and blew near her ear.  She sighed and melted into his hand until he trailed it down over the welts on her back.  She tensed slightly and his cock rose equally.  He wanted so much to take her back to bed and use her hard but he also remembered she heard him saying she wouldn’t be pleasured today.

Her pleasure or not he intended on having his.  He grabbed her hair and bent her neck back and mouth up to his.  His kiss wasn’t gentle, more a raping of her lips and mouth with his tongue and teeth.  When he finished her bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he pulled away raking them off.  She still quivered at the intensity.  She could feel the burn he was feeling and she felt the trickle down her legs.  She was trapped, here she wasn’t to feel pleasure but had managed to cum just from the intensity of his kiss and the feeling of his need.

When he released her hair she bent her head forward and her hand reached between her thighs and wiped at the wetness holding it of her confessing her transgression.  He looked at her legs and saw the gleam of wetness down the inside of her thighs and down her calves then saw the small puddle on the floor.

How could he be angry when pride welled in him for the powerful response in her to his touch?  He cupped her cunt.

“It’s okay pet.”

He murmured as he pulled her head in tight to his chest.  She wrapped her arms about his waist and just clung.  He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently a few times like a parent would a child before leading her from the bathroom.

“Bedtime baby girl.”

To be cont’d

Whispers Part 4

Tori reached into the cupboard and removed a mug for the tea.  She smiled as she stretched to the top shelf grabbing the over sized soup mug rather than the standard cups on the lower shelf.  She had guessed his thoughts when he said lukewarm and not hot tea.  He wasn’t so different than the man she had spent several years pleasing.  She had stayed until she recognized she couldn’t fully meet his needs when she wasn’t fully meeting her own.  She had the need to control as well.

In the living room he was speaking in low tones to his pet.

“I think we’ve found kindred.”

She nodded, mixed in her emotions.  She wasn’t poly, she didn’t think he was poly, but they had often discussed what a third would add to their dynamics in play.  It seemed now she was to find out and her initiation would be one without pleasure.

When Tori returned with the tepid tea she took to the other side of his chair and knelt matching that of his pet.  He stroked his hand down over her hair and smiled.  She smiled back and offered the cup on the saucer with both hands her head bowed.  When he took the cup in one hand he used his fingertip on the other hand to tip her head upward and leaned to kiss her on the forehead.

“Very good little one.”

Her face lit up giddy in response and she wiggled in her position.  That brought a cross look to his face and she calmed herself.

He leaned down and placed the cup and saucer on the floor before his slave.  When she went to reach for it he pushed her head forward.  She realized he expected her instead to lap at the tea as a pet would.  She leaned into the cup and began the tedious lapping to drink.  The added pressure of leaning forward began making her bladder ache.

She remained bent forward lapping at the tea until he grew tired of watching then pulling her up by the hair picked the cup up and placed it into her hands expecting her to down the liquid.  She once again tilted her head and he ignored her.

When the cup was drained he took it from her and placed it in Tori’s hands.

“Another please”

Tori rose and walked to the kitchen.  Returning with a second large cup of tea she was happy it wasn’t her in his slaves position.  When she returned his pet wasn’t at his side but it wasn’t long before she understood why.

She returned crawling carrying a plastic sheet between her teeth. As she crawl the horse’s tail swung in back of her protruding from her ass.  She was beginning to ache from being plugged so long.  It was quite a sight seeing the swaying tail and the swaying of the woman’s breasts.

She glanced at her own.  They weren’t as large merely “C” cups to what must be at least double “D’s” on his woman.  But they were smooth and creamy with deep rosy well formed nipples.  His slave had noticed Victoria’s nipples in a brief glance.  They would be perfect for suckling.

When she returned to his side and knelt he removed the sheeting from her mouth and handed it to Tori.

“The coffee table I think should do well.”

Tori rose and removed the magazines from the top placing them in piles on the sofa and covered the surface with the plastic sheet.  When she finished she returned to his side.  He handed the tea to his pet and watched as she downed yet another cup.   She was scarlet, knowing now her humiliation wasn’t going to be complete with begging.  But she also knew she was expected to beg but not until the moments before it became truly unbearable.

When she finished the cup she placed it on the floor before her and he nodded.

“On the table pet, on your back feet on the floor on each side of the table your arms open and dangling as well.”

She knew the hard table was going to cause her back to throb.  And she knew the throbbing wasn’t just going to be her back.  Her stomach was beginning to ache with the need to expel the extra fluids.  She crawled to the table and mounted it as he directed.  He watched the concentration in her face as she lowered her welted ass and back onto the cool surface.  That was when her first plea came, in a quiet shallow tone

“Please Sir may I relieve myself first?”

He shook his head.

“You know the answer to that pet.”

She laid back her face blank her eyes closed.  She could do this, she kept telling herself that over and over.

The tail was being pushed into her ass deeper and her discomfort from that becoming and overriding factor to the others.  When she spoke this time he was surprised by her request.

“Sir, the tail, could it be removed now? “

Her thoughts were as much on how it might soon become wet as the discomfort it was causing.

He nodded and gave the tail a yank.  She hadn’t been prepared for him to move so quickly and so gave a weak cry and he tugged the tail past her sphincter.  In doing so a small trickle of urine escaped and she was mortified.  He just laughed watching her try to squeeze her thighs together but unable to if she were to keep her feet on the floor.

She regained control.

“Pet I am going to give you a chance to save yourself a big embarrassment.  If Tori here agrees I am going to give you a challenge.”

Looking over at Tori kneeling by his chair yet, he spoke this time to her

“If you agree I am going to challenge my pet to keep from wetting herself until she makes you cum twice.  This might be a challenge knowing how badly she needs to relieve herself right now and not knowing how stubborn you are to cum.  Add to that since we don’t know you or your history she won’t be allowed to use her mouth or tongue.  Will you allow her her chance to save herself?”

Tori didn’t take long to voice her hardy acceptance.

“It’s not going to be easy for her unless you allow her a toy or two.”

He shook his head

“No toys not this time around.”

He gave his pet his hand and helped her to a sitting position on the end of the coffee table still with her thighs spread open a leg on each side of the table.  He motioned for Tori to sit at the opposite end facing her in the same position.

Tori straddled the table then lowered herself thong still intact.  It only took a moment for the slave to reach out and begin fondling Vicki’s breasts, her touch gentle at first, acquainting herself with their feel and weight.  Slowly she increased the pressure of her fingers until she felt Tori’s nipples tighten into even harder buds.  It was then she leaned forward ignoring her bladder and began to suckle and tongue the left nub.  Her hand deftly fondling the right breast as her fingers sought the covered nub beneath Vicki’s thong.

Tori was surprised how strongly she was reacting and felt the warm trickle from her cunt as she let out a moan and came the first time.  He smiled.

“You might save yourself yet pet.  Tori you make it too easy for her, I’m disappointed.”

And with the last comment he tugged her shortly cropped red hair.  She whimpered at the strength of the tug.  She concentrated on warding off the second orgasm.

To be cont’d

My journal entries here tend to lean heavily toward female submission stories.  If you are interested I also write male submission female Dominance stories but do not post them in my journal here.  If you wish to read something from this point of view send me a message and I will happily send you a sampling.

Part 3 Whispers

It was then he made his decision.  He flipped her over on her back and she cried out.  The pain now beside the fire in her skin was a dull ache in the deeper tissue.  Each movement of the bed made the pain increase and the bed was moving as he positioned himself between her thighs.  He pulled the oversized silicone dildo from her twat.  The resistance was a testament that she still wasn’t wet.

He knew fucking her as hard as he was going to dry would irritate his cock as well as her cunt.  He wasn’t ready to be sore for his pleasure so he pulled a condom from the drawer in the nightstand.  He didn’t like condoms and rarely used them unless it was the rare occasion he entered one other than her.  He knew the slight lubrication on the inside of the condom would keep him from becoming raw but she was definitely going to feel every inch of him over and over and she wasn’t going to be begging for more this time.

The oversize fake cock that had occupied her cunny before had stretched it enough to allow him easy entry even dry.  He wasn’t please with the feeling through the condom.  He had counted on her dry cunt being tight to provide the extra sensation the condom would deny him.  It occurred to him then a little menthol tinted oil on the right spots just might make her tighten up.  He pulled out drizzled a little down the slot between her legs and plunged back into her.

First the oil felt cool on her tender pink area then it began heating.  With each plunge the condom carried a little of the oil inside her cunt.   He began to feel her tighten about him and that was enough encouragement to begin driving his cock full bore into her.  He felt his balls slapping against the tail still hanging from her ass.  The horse hair tickled but also increased his arousal.  Each stroke his cock pounded against her cervix.

She was grunting with each stroke taking it in trying to process the pain in her back and the pain in her twat separately but they all blended together.  The fire seemed to burn on the outside and the inside.  She forgot all about the window being open and began screaming her pleas

“Please, please stop.  Let me suck you off.  Gawd it hurts, please, Daddy, please. I can’t take it please don’t…..”

Her voice faded as he put his hand across her mouth and continued pounding into her.  It wasn’t before the woman walking her dog had had the chance to hear her cries.

She tugged on the dogs lead.

“Come Caesar, we are going home.”

She moved at a quickened pace.  Once inside the door and releasing the dog from the leash she washed her hands in the kitchen sink.  Next she pulled a decorative plate from the cupboard and started arranging a mixture of cookies and bars she had baked earlier for a bazaar the next day onto the plate.  Caesar watched waiting for the treat he knew she would toss him.  In her concentration and excitement she forgot the dog until he nuzzled her hand.  She tossed him two for her oversight and covered the plate with saran wrap.

She left the plate on the counter unconcerned that the large shepherd could easily reach it if he chose.  Her dog was well trained.  In fact it was because of him they had walked the direction of the new neighbor in the first place.  His ears perked when they left the yard and he pulled the lead to the left and down the street following the weak cries he heard until she too heard them.

She had watched from her backyard as they had unpacked and moved into the home.  She recognized some of the bondage items that others might have overlooked as shop or exercise equipment.  She knew the new neighbors were kinky.  It was about time someone moved into the small community that was.  Damn it had been a long time since she had had a taste of what she had left behind.

She tidied her appearance in the bathroom mirror then turning the light out exited to her bedroom.  She glanced in her closet and decided the Capri’s and knit top she was wearing might not present the vision she wanted.  She pulled the wrap around nylon dress off the hangar and dropping her clothes on the floor as she removed them slipped into it.  It clung to her curves and rode up her thighs accentuating her rounded ass as she moved.  Looking over her shoulder in the mirror she slapped the rounded tush.  Damn that felt good.

She tousled her hair and picking up the plate began her walk back to the source of her titillation.  She paused on the sidewalk straining to hear if they were still in the middle before walking up the driveway.  Now all she could hear were his muffled grunts and her gags.  She paused being an aural voyeur.  She could feel the heat coming from her own cunt as much as she could the wetness seeping into her thong.

She knew when he came the growl was low and came from deep within him.  She heard the woman’s sobs when he finally withdrew from her mouth.  She could almost put herself in the others place.  She counted to ten then walked up the drive to the kitchen door.  She passed the open bedroom window and he saw her provocative form.

The knock on the backdoor didn’t startle him but it did his kneeling slave.  He pulled her from her knees, cum still dribbled down her chin and pushed her toward the bedroom door.

“Answer it.”

Alarmed she shook her head and he glared at her refusal.  She saw the furrow in his brow and quickly changed her stance.  Slowly making her way to the door trying to gather herself and stop her tears.  Opening the door she saw the woman who yesterday was walking her dog.  She was oblivious to the plate of cookies or the words the woman was speaking feeling only the burn of shame as the woman looked her up and down then past her and with a broad grin winked at the man behind her.

He welcomed her in reaching for the plate of cookies his mate was so rudely neglecting to take.  Once her hand was free the neighbor used it to caress the nude woman’s breast in front of her.  She watched the man for his consent.  He nodded but at the same time cleared his throat

“She isn’t to receive pleasure today.”

She smiled and the caress changed to a hard pinch and yank on the woman’s nipple.  That seemed to please him all the more and he chuckled.  He motioned for her to follow him into the living area.  To his slave he issue a command

“Set the table for two, our new friend will be joining me.”

He hadn’t asked knowing that this new woman would acquiesce to whatever he requested.  He could smell the aroma of sex exuding from her and he recognized a kindred spirit when it was in his presence.  When he sat in his seat she waited until he motioned for her to seat herself on the sofa.  When she did she didn’t cross her legs like many women but separated them wide allowing him a clear view up her short skirt.  When he averted his eyes she closed them but did not cross them.

From the kitchen to the dining room she paced back and forth setting the table then placing the food from the oven onto the center of the table.  Each movement made her wince the pain from the beating still fresh.  When everything was in place she entered the living room and knelt beside his chair waiting for him to recognize her and permit her to speak.

When he glanced down at her and ran his hand over the welts on her shoulder blade she drew in a deep breath and held it.

“Yes pet?”

“Dinner Sir is ready”

Her voice was soft and respectful.  She knew she hadn’t earned the right to call him Daddy that night.

Both women waited until he rose and walked to the dining room before following.  And then the neighbor followed the man, watching the his muscular buttocks before her, his slave followed eyes downcast.

When he was seated and the woman then seated at his right, she began filling his plate.  When she finished he nodded to their guest to help herself.  His mate settled back on her heels to the left of his chair.  She remained quiet listening to the conversation between her mate and the new neighbor.  Several questions passed through her mind but she knew better than to lend voice to them.

What she did glean from the conversation was the new woman’s name was Victoria and she too was a transplant to the tiny town.  She recognized the excitement in Vicki’s voice at discovering they were fully immersed in a D/s lifestyle.  She recognized the hope and longing she heard too.

It startled her when he nudged her with a bite of roast beef.  She opened her mouth and received it on her tongue.  It wasn’t until he nodded that she closed her mouth and began chewing the food he had placed there.

Victoria watched in amazement that the couple carried their roles so far.  Little did she know that this wasn’t the normal day to day manner.  They only fell into formal roles when attending functions or the rare times she was being disciplined.  He fed her a few more morsels not enough to satiate her hunger more enough to awaken it.  In all her fury to accomplish her tasks for the day she had overlooked eating.  Another thing he had taken note of when he entered the kitchen.  Her list on the fridge remained blank and he knew she was diligent in posting for him her daily intakes.  All that showed was the several glasses of water she had drank throughout the day as she tidied their nest.

When he rose Vicki followed him back to the living area.  They sat and chatted in low voices as she cleared the table.  She put the leftovers away without sneaking a bite and then washing and replacing the dishes into the cupboards.  When she finished she knelt once again beside his chair waiting for him to acknowledge her so that she might ask his permission.

The warm water on her hands as she washed the dishes had initiated the need for her to empty her bladder.  He continued his conversation ignoring her seated on her heels at his side.  She in discomfort shifted a bit side to side and his reaction was a hand on her back to stop her.  She tilted her head just a bit to let him know she had a request but when he didn’t acknowledge it returned to her required position.

He was guessing at her request.  He knew she wouldn’t interrupt unless she had an urgent need or to alert him to something that would require his immediate attention.  Since there was nothing that could require his attention at the moment he knew it had to be something more personal to her.  It was then the smile crossed his face.

He paused then looking at Vicki seated on the sofa smiled.

“Tori, would you be so kind as to remove your dress and fetch my pet a cup of lukewarm tea from the kitchen.  I’m sure you will find all you need in the cupboard to the left of the stove.”

Victoria stood silently she untied the knot holding her dress together in the front and pulled it from her shoulders.  She looked at him before reaching for the clasp on her bra, when he nodded she unfastened the hooks and removed it as well, when she went to remove the thong though he shook his head.

Kneeling beside his chair she felt the weight of what was to come.  He was going to make sure her humiliation was complete.  She knew he had guessed her request and instead of allowing her to seek relief was going to fill her until she begged.  She thought of skipping ahead and just begging now to be allowed to use the restroom but she also knew that wouldn’t work.

In the kitchen Vicki was reveling in being so quickly accepted into their home.  Tori even, no one had ever called her Tori except a favored uncle.  She began brewing the tea.

To be cont’d

Part 2

Leaving the salon she tried to concentrate on anything but what was coming.  She couldn’t, her mind kept taking her back to seeing the scattered trimmings of her hair lying about the stylist’s chair.  She was trembling when she finally arrived home.  She set about making his favorite dinner, hoping that if he was suitably soothed he might not be as hard on her about her hair.  Her hand went up and brushed at the nape of her neck.  It was even shorter now that it was dry.  There was no way he wouldn’t notice.

When dinner was in the oven she headed off to make her preparations.  She carefully laid out the cuffs on the bed, both sets, the fur lined black leather set that he often used when he bound her lying down and the neoprene suspension cuffs that he used when he suspended her from the hook in the ceiling or from the door mounting.  She placed the matching fur lined ankle cuffs by their mated wrist cuffs.  Then she dug thru the bag looking for the coils of rope.  Thankfully they were color coded so she knew just which ropes were the right lengths.  She laid the red and white braided nylon cord with the cuffs for binding her lying and the solid white for the overhead suspension.

She sat down on the bed and ran her hands through her hair again.  Damn she should have known not to go to Danielle she always cut too much off, but she hated too to try someone new not knowing what they might do to her hair.  There was nothing she could do now other than take what would come.  She walked to the bathroom stripping off the summer sundress she was sure she had worn for the last time that year.  The weather was changing.  She could tell as each night it seemed a little cooler outside.

She went through her normal preparations for him, showering, shaving and applying lotion to her body.  She looked in the mirror.  She cupped her breast and lifted, they were beginning to sag a bit but when they were the size of hers it was inevitable.  Today her hands didn’t linger between her legs.  She was having a hard time feeling the excitement knowing in a few short hours her thighs would be a blaze of fire.  She knew the knotted flogger would leave them feeling as if the skin was peeled from her legs.

She took her place kneeling on the pillow beside the entry.  Today she was completely nude as she was whenever they were home alone.  She knew she wasn’t wet as he expected her to always be when she was in his presence.  She tried rubbing herself a bit but the thoughts of what was coming distracted her until she finally gave up, knowing that too might anger him.

She didn’t have long to ponder how he would react, she heard his truck in the driveway and the door slamming.  She lowered her head just as he began to turn the door knob.  He no more than shut the door when she knew he had stopped and was standing over her.  She was silent waiting and he was silent.  Finally he walked past her and dropped a package he was carrying on the sofa.  He left her kneeling by the door as he walked into the bedroom.

She didn’t move.  She knew she wasn’t to move until he either dismissed her or he pulled her from her position.  He must be seething she thought.  He never just ignored her.  She smelled the roast from the oven and hoped that she had set the time bake right to automatically shut the oven off.  She heard the shower turn on and shifted her weight back and forth from one knee to the other still remaining in place.

When the water turned off she was still kneeling.  She wished she was in the bathroom with a warm towel to dry him.  Her tongue snaked across her lips when she thought of licking the droplets from his cock and balls before patting him the rest of the way dry with the towel.  But alas she was stuck waiting for him to come punish her.  She doubted she would be allowed to taste his dick tonight.

When he finally came from the bathroom he still didn’t come to inspect her.  Instead he walked to his chair, a large overstuffed chair with an ottoman in front.  When he was settled, he said in a low voice

“Come”

She didn’t rise but lowered her hands to the floor and crawled forward to his chair then resumed her pose.  She knelt, her palms on her spread thighs and her head bowed.  His hand stroked down her hair then just as quickly fisted in the back yanking her head backward and snapping her face upward to look into his.  Her eyes were closed but when she opened them it was to see his dark eyes boring into hers.  His face was expressionless.

“An inch”

She closed and opened her eyes slowly as an acknowledgement she had heard him, not offering any excuses as she knew he would not accept any.  He didn’t release his grip but stood and started walking towards the bedroom door with her left to scramble the best she could beside him, half being drug by her offensive hair.

When they reached the bedroom, he released her hair, shoving her at the same time until she was but a pile on the floor beside the bed.  She didn’t move but waited as she heard him pick up her writings on the tablet on the dresser.  She knew he was reading and she tried not to tremble, knowing it was only a few moments before he would begin.

She expected him to pull her hair again to have her rise but instead he sat on the end of the bed.  He softly said

“Come here pet”

She rose to her hands and knees and crawled to his feet.  There she remained kneeling but bent forward at the waist this time her forehead lowered to the floor.  He stood and walked behind her.  His fingers traced down her spine and then ventured between her cheeks and into her twat.  She held her breath knowing she wasn’t wet.  He prodded her a few moments before telling her to rise.  When she did she stood before him and he cupped each breast and kissed them lightly.

He glanced at the equipment she had laid out on the bed and then told her in a gentle voice,

“Lean forward over the bed, don’t lie on it but support yourself with your arms.”

When she complied, she felt his foot nudging her feet apart and she spread them wide.  His hand reached between her legs and felt her dry cunt once more.

She was beginning to relax.  It seemed perhaps he wasn’t going to punish her after all.  His voice was calm and his touch gentle.  She sighed and just started to enjoy the feeling of his fingers on her sex when he stopped.  He left her standing bent over the bed for a while just looking at her.

When he spoke this time his voice was lower and emotionless.  She quivered. 

“You will remain in that position until I say otherwise.  You won’t move.  You may cry out if you need, you may beg if you like but until I am through you will not move. 

Understand me baby girl?”

In a weak voice she acknowledged him and braced herself the best she could for what was coming.  She didn’t expect the first thing he did.  From the bag he had brought home with him he pulled a large phallic shaped silicone dildo.  He separated her labia lips and push the member into her dry cunt.  She exhaled as the oversized penis drug on the inside dry walls of her vagina.  When it was in place he pulled the steel plug with a horse’s tail out of the bag next and with one motion pushed it inside her puckered rear entry.

The steel was cold and she was not lubricated.  Between her clenching and the lack of lube it didn’t slide in easily and she whimpered but accepted the intrusion the best she could.

“You will hold them both in place until we are through.  Losing them will result in me using a larger size until you manage to hold them in place.”

She nodded not knowing if he would see the motion of her head or not but not able to find her voice at the moment.

“Do you understand me?”

His voice was stern.  And this time she managed a quiet

“Yes Sir”

Once again he stood back and looked at her.  He liked the effect of the horse’s tail hanging from her ass between her thighs.  It was meant to be her reward tonight for following his directions and instead he was finding it an amusing part of her punishment.

She felt the tickling strands of the tail brushing the insides of her legs.  It itched but she knew better than to move to scratch.  She endured trying to stay as still as possible to keep the hairs from tickling but the breeze from the open window kept that from happening.  She bit her bottom lip.

His hands caressed her ass and then he smacked her with his open palm.  She jumped a bit as it was unexpected.  In jumping it made the tail swing and he smiled.  This was going to be interesting.  He thought about using the bit gag on her but part of her punishment was going to be the battle she would wage with herself to remain silent knowing the window was open and anyone out of doors would hear her cries.

What he did next she expected.  He picked up the knotted flogger but instead of starting on her tender thighs he began a criss crossing of her upper back.  The first few throws actually didn’t feel too bad until he started throwing it harder and faster.  Each time the flails crossed over a previous stroke she whimpered and twitched and the tail flicked.  He could tell she was clenching her ass muscles too as he could watch the tail lift and fall.

He stopped and pushed on the large dildo in her cunt.  She had forced a small amount out of her in her struggle but hadn’t lost it.  When he shoved it in he shoved it deeper.  She still wasn’t wet and she doubted she would be feeling she had failed him.  He spent a small amount of time moving both the dildo and tail around knowing neither was a pleasurable experience for her.

After maneuvering the fake cocks in her orifices he took the belt from inside the door and began slapping the outsides of her hips.  Each stroke the belt wrapped around her side and left marks on her belly as well as her hips.  She was crying now, the tears streaming down her cheeks.  She still was for the most part silently crying.  After 20 strokes he moved up and crossed her back and shoulder blades with the belt.  The wide leather landing on the welts the knotted flogger had left made her cry out.  She forgot the open window and with each stroke let out a high pitched mewl.

He was careful not to break the skin but he could tell she was bruising as the skin turned from a deep red and a feint cast of purple began appearing.  He stopped and let her settle a bit.  When her crying had subsided to deep body moving sobs he ran his hands over her back and hips.

“We will repeat this once a month until your hair has grown to the proper length.  That might take sometime baby girl as you will still be having it trimmed monthly to keep it healthy.”

Her arms bracing her by now were trembling and his caress turned to a more forceful push until her body was lowered to the mattress.  He continued caressing the welts on the backside of her as she whimpered.  He knew it wasn’t bringing her pleasure but with each whimper he grew a bit more rigid.

He was going to need some sort of release but she didn’t deserve the reward.

To be cont’d

Whispers

Part 1

He was testing her.  Every night for the last week he had been whispering in her ear at bedtime what he expected of her the next day.  Each day he had added one more thing to the list.  The first few times he had done it she hadn’t thought much of it.  But now on the seventh night it had become a routine.  She had only messed up once forgetting one of the things he had whispered the night before, but that once was enough to show her the importance of remembering.

The first night it was easy he whispered

“I want French toast with my coffee in the morning.”

She woke up as usual at 5 and started his coffee.  As he walked dressed from the bedroom into the kitchen she was just setting a plate of steaming French toast in front of him on the table.  She pulled the warmed syrup from the microwave and drizzled it over the toast.  He rewarded her by pulling her in close, taking the syrup and then opening the front of her robe before trickling the syrup over her left nipple.  The warm goo created such a sensation on her nipple they both hardened.  He lowered his head and latched onto the sugary coating.   He suckled, nibbled and bit until he felt her breathing become short pants then he added his fingers.  His fingers pressed into her sex, manipulating her clit he didn’t stop until she was trembling and his hand was wet with her juices.  It was her reward for following his wishes.  He sat down to a lukewarm plate of French toast without a complaint.

The second night, she was nearly asleep when he pulled her in tighter.  He whispered

“I want to wake in the morning to my cock buried in your throat.”  And tomorrow night, I want you to meet me in the backyard when I get home wearing nothing more than a long tee shirt.”

Of course the next morning she woke early and began slowly nibbling and licking his cock.  Slowly suckling the head into her mouth she began arousing him without rousing him.  When he finally did wake it was to the sensation of her throat closing tightly around his dick as she swallowed.  He smiled and grabbed her hair and guided her motions up and down over his hard phallus.  He enjoyed a good fifteen minutes of her expertise before pulling her off and shoving her to her knees as he mounted her from behind.  She didn’t stay still but bucked against him.  She was riding him as much as he was her when He came deep within her cunt.

She followed her normal routine that day and the hour before he was due home she set about preparing herself for him.  She showered shaving everything below her neck smooth from stubble.  Then exiting the shower and patting dry she enjoyed slathering her body with the scented lotion he had given her.  Her fingers lingered in her crotch, stroking her outer lips.  She was pulling her fingers up and down the area then squeezing them shut and pulling them open.  Her fingers were getting slippery from the juices that were beginning to seep from her pussy with her diligent manipulation.  She knew she wasn’t allowed to cum but she also knew he enjoyed her being worked up to the edge and deprived the outcome.  It only caused her to flood once she was finally allowed to cum.

She slipped the oversized tee shirt from the drawer over her head five minutes before she expected him and walked out the backdoor.  She found her spot under the tree in back and knelt at its base waiting for his arrival.  Once again her nipples were hard and her cunt wet in expectation of his arrival and inspection.  The cool breeze of autumn hung in the air and the rustle of the leaves had her wondering if it was the wind or someone watching.  The thought that someone might see her only served to make her sex drip more.

When his truck pulled in the drive she was on the edge of cumming.  He saw her from the moment he pulled near the garage and once he killed the engine sat watching her for a few moments before exiting.  He was a lucky man, she just wanted to please him.  When he shut the door to the truck instead of walking directly to her he entered the backdoor to the kitchen first.  He pulled the large pitcher of water the kept chilling in the refrigerator and after pouring himself a glass and having a drink carried the jug outside with him.

She heard the door close and his steps in the yard but she kept her eyes lowered.  She would do so until he told her to look at him or his fingers tilted her chin upward towards him.

She greeted him as she did every day on her knees, waiting for his inspection and the caress of his hand letting her know he was pleased with what he found.  Rarely was he disappointed and on the days he was there was no caress just a pulling over his knees as her ass was set a fire by his hand or a paddle as he listed why she was over his lap.  On those nights she wasn’t allowed to speak or apologize, she was stripped naked and made to crawl about, not being allowed to rise and walk.  At bedtime she knew she would once more be spanked this time with his belt of a strap he kept inside the closet door for such occasions.

When her ass and thighs were welted and her face wet with her tears he allowed her to climb into their bed.  He wouldn’t deprive himself of the comfort of her body just to deprive her of his.  But it was on those nights there were no whispering words of comfort or sweetness, no caresses unless to reinforce the sting in her ass.  Often if he was very displeased he would plug both of her holes and command her to sleep that way without becoming aroused.  It was very difficult for her as she had trained herself when anything entered her to work it with her muscles which aroused her and excited her man if it was him within her.

She waited but it wasn’t his caress or his hand tilting her chin upward she felt but the icy cold water from the fridge cascading over her tee shirt clad body.  The tee shirt melted into her body and her rigid nipples formed points poking through the shirt.  He reached down and tweaked them both before telling her tomorrow was trash day and ordering her to take the cans down to the curb.

It was five fifteen and he knew several of the neighbors would be pulling into their driveways returning home from the daily grind.  He watched as her face blushed red but she set out to do the task ordered by him.  Her humiliation was complete when he pulled the wet tee shirt up in back to the small of her back and it clung there as she walked from the garage to the front curb tugging the tote behind her.  And as he had expected the lady two house down was walking her shepherd on the sidewalk.  The dog tried hard to pull on his lead to sniff at her.  His owner struggling against him to hold him back as she avidly took in the curves of the woman in the wet shirt with her ass showing.  Her lips curved into a smile as she waved to him leaning against the tailgate of his pickup.

She was scarlet when she returned to him.  He pulled her hair backward and after biting her neck settled into a deep kiss, his tongue dragging through her mouth and sucking hers into his.

His other hand clutched at her tit through the wet shirt and mauled her as the kiss deepened.  He finished by slapping her ass as the neighbor lady looked on and he sent her on ahead of him into the house.

On the third night before he leaned in to whisper to her he parted her thighs and tongued and fingered her until she was almost screaming her pleads for him to fuck her.  As he entered her he did so saying it was because she pleased him today.  When she had cum but he hadn’t he whispered in her ear

“Tomorrow, I want you to write for me.  Something personal, something you are ashamed of and I want you to ask me to punish you for it.  You will be specific in the manner you are to be punished and you will have everything necessary for the punishment laid out on the bed before I return home tomorrow evening.  And lastly you are to have your hair trimmed one inch, nothing more nothing less.”

That was how she ended up disappointing him.  She went to the salon and she asked for a trim specifying nothing more than an inch was to be cut.  She knew from the clippings around her on the floor that the beautician hadn’t listened because the clippings were at least two if not three inched in length.  She knew he wasn’t going to be happy.  And she wished she hadn’t selected the knotted flogger on the insides of her thighs as her punishment in her letter.  She knew it was going to be several days before she would be able to close her thighs after that night.

To be cont’d

“Masturbate for me.”

It was a simple command.  She sat for a moment considering and then thought why not.  She stood and started to lift her dress over her head when he stopped her.

“Leave it on.”

She sat back down on the sofa just lifting the skirt and spread her thighs open.

“No over here and he patted to the ottoman in front of his chair.”

She rose again and walked to the ottoman as she sat she gathered the skirt of her dress in her hand so that she wouldn’t be sitting on it.  Once sat she pull down the small panties she had on and placed her feet on the seat of his wingback chair, one on each side of his legs.  His gaze never met hers.  He was staring now at her pussy.  She had followed his eyes up from her knees over her thighs until they came to rest on the center of her crotch. She wasn’t nervous.  They had played in the past.  They’d actually explored quite a lot together considering they were just friends.  But she hadn’t stopped by with this in mind, not at all.  It had been one of those weeks.  Nothing in itself was entirely bad but the sum total had left her feeling a little worn around the edges.  She hadn’t been thinking of visiting him when she found herself driving down a street not far from his home.  A couple of turns and she was cruising past his house.  His car was in the drive and the light was on.  She fumbled in her purse and found her phone.  She didn’t think about it but just dialed his number.  When he picked up she simply said,

“How about a drink.”

“Sure, stop over I’m home.”

“Yes, I know. “

That was all the explanation he said and she circled the block and pulled to a stop.  She walked up the drive not really thinking what she’d even talk about but a drink sounded good and she knew the company wouldn’t be trying.  When she rang the bell it took him a moment to answer.

“What were you sitting outside when you called?”

She just gave a small smile,

“Nearly”

She walked past him and looked at his house.  It was familiar.  A few changes here and there with the addition of his new roommate, a woman he hadn’t bothered to mention to her for six months.  They were that kind of friends.  They might talk daily for a few weeks and then drift each doing their own thing for a while but when they spoke again it was like time hadn’t really passed for either of them.

She sat down on the couch.

“Gin?”

“Yes, thanks.”

He already had a beer sitting next to the chair and some unknown ballgame on the television.  He handed her the drink then sat back down taking a drink himself.  She was quiet.  He really didn’t have much to say either just some general chat about their respective kids.  His attention was half on the t.v. and she didn’t mind.  It was nice just to have the peace.

That was when he looked at her and said it.

“Masturbate for me.”

So now she was sitting dress raised his eyes on her pussy and her eyes on him.  Hesitantly she licked her index finger and middle finger of her right hand and stroked it over her folds.  His expression didn’t really change but his stare continued.  She rubbed her clit then in a circular motion.  He licked his top lip.  She wasn’t one to masturbate and the few times a year she did it was always did so with a toy.  She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do or just how to touch herself.  She slid the fingers in her slit then brought them to her mouth.  His eyes followed.  It was the first time they were off her cunt.  He watched as she tasted herself and watched as she placed her hand back between her legs and started to rub herself again.  Eventually she dipped her fingers in and this time as she was bringing them to her mouth he grabbed her wrist and instead brought them to his.  He suckled her fingers and when the flavor of her juices was gone he dropped her hand and bent forward and found her mouth.  They kissed nothing passionate or romantic just a hungry consuming kiss.  No strings just sex.

She by now was busy with the buttons of his jeans.  She wondered why he preferred button up jeans to the more prevalent zippers but she didn’t linger on the thought.  She was concentrating on freeing his cock.  It was already hard.  She knew it before she had reached for his pants.  With it free now she bent over and opened her mouth sliding the head inside.  The smooth flesh of the cap felt good on her tongue and she let it linger stroking around the tip over and over.  His hands now were resting on the back of her head.  He gave a small push to encourage her to take more of him into her mouth.  He didn’t have to teach her how to blow him.  She had taught him what a blow job was all about.

The first time she had taken him in her mouth was in that same chair, though now the chair sat against a different wall.  She had done something similar she had freed his cock and stroked it a few times with her hand before leaning in to take it in her mouth.

“You don’t have to do that.”

He had said.

“No I don’t have to, I want to.”

She stated it matter of factually.

“It doesn’t really do anything for me.”

He said just as plainly back.

But she continued anyway.  She did something similar then, she drew the head in and swirled her tongue over it before gently sucking more and more of the shaft down as she raised and lowered her head.  Her hand gently cradling his balls she massaged them while she savored the feeling of his cock smooth and warm in her mouth.  When the tip touched the back of her throat she hadn’t stopped just continued until her lips were feeling the curling hair of his pubes.  That time three or four minutes later and his hands grabbing the arms of the chair he came.  Long pulsing throb as the jism pumped out of his peter and into her throat and mouth.  She swallowed still tonguing him until he stopped.  Then she rose a bit and hand on each arm of his chair and kissed his lips lightly.

“That’s what it’s about.”

She thought it and he said a version of it.  Both of them still remembered that day clearly.  Fifty and his first satisfying blow job.  There is a comfort in things that never change.  This was one of those things.  She knew he would enjoy her mouth sliding down his dick and she would too.  She knew he wouldn’t turn her away for a drink not as long as he was home alone.  Sometimes when everything else seems in flux something familiar is enough.

Something a little different from my norm:

The Initiation

They had been talking for months online.  There was a friendly banter between them and a friendship that had grown and flourished.  They had met a couple of times socially for lunch so they were familiar enough with one another physically at least dressed.  She tried to tease him whenever she saw him showing him as much cleavage as possible in a family friendly restaurant.  They were always public meetings.  It was part of the long tease.  As was the long emails addressing how their first meeting would happen.  Many times he would refer back to that email.  And almost always when he read it he would ask to be allowed to jack off afterward.  He was now ready she knew to submit to her.  He was begging to be used for her pleasure even though she told him she might withhold his from him.  He had been asking for permission whenever he had felt the need to jack off for the last couple months.  She would sometimes allow him to sometimes just tell him “no” he couldn’t.  Whichever answer she gave him, yes he could pleasure himself or he may not jack off, he always thanked her properly calling her Mistress.  If she allowed him to cum he always had to document the event with a picture and always had to lick his hand and fingers clean when he finished.

When she asked him for dinner it was unexpected.  He had never been to her house.  In fact he didn’t even know where she lived until that night.  He knew she was expecting other company later so he knew nothing would happen, nothing like he longed to have happen anyway.

When he arrived he knew he was right.  If anything she had dressed down.  She was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater.  The sweater showed the milky rounds of her breasts that spilled over the cups of her bra.  He was used to seeing them but still every time he caught the first glance he would find himself licking his lips wondering what it would be like to be able to suckle on her tits for hours if she would let him.  He could imagine how her nipples would feel between his lips and on his tongue.  He hadn’t seen them but in the pictures she’d sent, but even the pictures made his mouth water.  Yes, she had teased him with the pictures.  He could recall almost every one of them by memory he had so often looked at them.  Her snatch was begging for his tongue he thought but he knew it would be he who begged to lick her pussy, he could only hope she’d allow him.  He knew not to touch her unless she touched him and invited him to in turn.

She gave him a quick hug hello and a kiss on the cheek and led him to the kitchen.  She made him dance around her to stay out of her way as she finished cooking and dished up the plates.  When they sat and talked it was comfortable after all they were friends and they had eaten together before.  Nothing indicated that She was in control and he was her submissive.  Just two people enjoying one another’s company and a meal.  That is until dinner was over and they went into the living room.  He waited until she was seated to sit.  She chose the sectional which was “L” shaped.  She seated herself on one end and indicated he should sit towards the corner.  When he started to sit she told him to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.  He didn’t hesitate but was happily surprised.  She tugged at his pants as he went to sit down and he pulled his underwear down when she told him just barely down so it rested at the tops of his thighs.  His cock and his balls were exposed but otherwise he was completely clothed.

She smiled seeing his balls were smooth and hairless.  She had told him that was her preference and was pleasantly surprised to see he hadn’t just been giving her lip service that he had been maintaining thus for her.  She ran her hand down gently over his package.  He did all he could to hold back the moan.  He had waited for her touch for so long.  His cock was rigid.

She had intended to make him stroke himself hard for her but that was a moot point now.  All it had taken was the brief hug at the door if he hadn’t already been hard before that she wondered.  She left him sitting and she fetched the sounds kit from the freezer.  They were so cold the shiny stainless rods she intended to slide down his cock.  She selected not the smallest but the second from the smallest from the set.  She ran the cold steel over his shaft then set it gently down on his belly.  She opened the bottle of menthol lube smiling as she felt the cool gel puddle in her palm.  Then she liberally coated his shaft before sliding her hand down over his balls gently working the gel in as the menthol warmed to a cool burning.  The fact that he’d recently used a hair removing product on his balls showed from the slight reddened skin.  She knew the menthol would sting and looked into his eyes, nothing but bliss was obvious.

She picked the steel rod up again and coated it liberally then brought it to the tip of his cock. His eyes were glued as he saw it slowly sink down his shaft and once inside as she held the end to prevent it from getting lost she stroked his pole.  He couldn’t hold back the groan.  Then she began stroking the rod in and out of him quickly giving up the small one for the next size until he was taking the fourth in diameter.  She looked at him his face radiating pleasure even though she knew that there was a fair mix of pain.  She fucked with the tool forbidding him to cum.  Then she let the steel rest in him as she touched a vibrator to the end.  His eyes rolled back a moment then returned to watch.  She made him hold the sound as she lubed the vibrator and slid it into his ass.  He shifted and it almost looked as if he was trying to fuck himself on the hard pink plastic she had inserted into his bowel.

When she pulled the steel out of him she circled her fingers around his ball sac at the base of his cock.  She pulled down until his nuts were straining against the base of the sac and inches from his shaft.  He moaned as she ran her tongue over the smooth flesh.  He whimpered when she sank her teeth into the taunt flesh.  His cock drooled when she closed her teeth around the full sack and pulled her head back dragging them as they pressed into the tender flesh.

Then she took a finger and gathered the precum. She brought her finger to his mouth and made him suck the ejaculate from her digit.  He not only sucked her finger but his tongue teased it as if he were suckling something else.

When she removed her finger she looked him in the eye.  She pulled the vibrator out of him.

“Jack off for me.”

That was all she said to him.  He put his hand over his dick and began to pump the shaft upward and down.  She watched for a moment could see his balls drawing up and to slow him down she lifted his shirt and flicked at his nipples with her nails before pinching them between her thumbs and forefingers and pulling out while twisting them.  It had the desired effect and delayed his orgasm.  His cock now was half limp and he had to work harder to produce what she had asked for.  When his pole fattened and grew again she grasped his balls and tugged them.  It didn’t cause him to soften this time but it did distract him.  He was pulling on his pecker hard now.  She knew he was close and she knew he wanted to cum.  She didn’t say anything but kept kneading his sac, rolling his balls and crushing them in her palm.

When he finally did start to cum she gathered it on her palm and rubbed it into his mouth and his mustache and beard.  He licked at her hand.  She knew he would smell his sex for hours until he could shower and wash it from him.  When he had wrung the last drops from his softening member she picked up the sounds again and began once again to fuck his hole.  He was much more sensitive now but when she pulled the rod out he oozed more cum.  She just smiled and pulled at his balls so she could sink her teeth into them again.  He moaned.

“ Did you ask to cum?”

 He looked repentantly at her.

“No, Mistress.”

She smiled.  He was a little befuddled.  Hadn’t she told him to jack off?  She would expect that he would cum if he hadn’t she would have punished him.

“Zip up”

She commanded and he rose tucked himself back into his underwear and redressed.  When he was seated again she raised her sweater.  She pulled her right breast out over the cup of her bra and as he licked his lips she pulled his head to her chest. He opened his lips and greedily suckled the presented nipple.  She sighed as he nursed.  His mouth drawing the tender nub in while his tongue made love to it, she had not expected him to be quite so talented.  She pulled the other breast out and he eagerly switched lathering it with the same attention.  She encouraged him to use his teeth as well and he gently bit down and raked them over the plump knob.  He bit down and held it so his tongue could flick at the puckered nub.

 She straddled his thigh and began to rub her jean covered mound against his pant leg.  She was humping his leg fully as he switched back and forth between her breasts, squeezing and kneading the globes as he used his mouth on one then the other.  Then she came.  Her mouth opened, her head fell back and a low moan came from her just as the hot fluid soaked through her jeans and into his.  She stepped away tucking herself back into her bra as if nothing had transpired.  She dismissed him.  Standing and walking to the door.

When he walked out she followed him and hugged him at the truck as if she were saying goodbye to any guest.

I need inspiration.  My muse seems to have left me the past couple weeks to write something to fill the empty space here.  Perhaps my mind has just become to corrupt writing more hardcore fetish erotica than something I share of myself here.

How it is to feel him standing behind me one of his hands on the small of my back pressing downward as my ass is forced up and out the other of his hands fisted in my hair pulling my head backward towards him. As he presses into me he I take him in one long thrust. I cannot resist, I don't want to resist. How could I not be wet and eager to feel him filling me.  Taking what is rightfully his, claiming and owning my body.  I know when he's had his fill at one end he will merely turn me and slide within my mouth making me taste my own juices that coat his shaft.  He will not cease easing himself inside my mouth until his cock is lodged completely in my throat feeling it close about him.  My nose is buried in his pubes.  It is impossible to breath until he chooses to withdraw, then a quick breath before he is back forcing my throat to accept him.  My mouth watering and unable to swallow makes his dick glisten from the pooling wetness that threatens to drip from the corners of my mouth and down my chin.  From there the rivulets of drool will leave their trail down my heavy breasts.  His hands are now cupping and squeezing the mounds of creamy tit flesh.  Sometimes he closes about them so hard it makes me whimper instead of moan.  The vibrations of my voice are tingling upon his prick.  My eyes locked on his there is a moment of recognition of the fire within each burning as it merges and burns hotter. It is then I drink of him.  He possesses me but I am the vessel he chooses for his seed.

First Night Out

It was Saturday night and she walked into the bathroom where he was standing, just out of the shower, drying himself with a towel.  Just the sight of him often made her damp between her thighs and tonight was no exception.  She let her eyes trail down over him, the vein popping out over the muscle in his arm caught her attention and she felt the need to trail her fingertip over it, she stopped herself, she knew once she started touching him she wouldn’t be able to stop and they would never get out of the house.  She took a deep breath in and turned from the bathroom, determined to stay focused so they might make it out for a change.

Maybe he sensed her lack of willpower because when she next saw him walking into the room he was at least half dressed.  It didn’t matter much she still liked looking at him.  She wanted to do more, to touch him and to run her tongue over him but she settled for running her hands down his arm when he bent down to kiss her.  Mmmm, his kisses were such a treat.  After she scratched a spot on his back he left to finish dressing and she tried hard not to follow him into the bedroom.

A half hour later they were out the door and in the car headed to a familiar night spot of his.  She was thinking just how he would react to her in a public setting.  It wasn’t that they hadn’t been out together.  They often went out to eat, shopping or other such mundane things, but tonight was there first night out to a bar together.  She was a little nervous knowing he was strict about exhibitionism and she knew her tendencies especially after a drink or two.

The club they went to was much smaller than she had envisioned it.  It reminded her a little of a strip club as there was a stage with poles where dancers shimmied up and twirled down entertaining the few gathered at the base of the stage to watch.  The girls were clothed but the illusion of what might be seen if one looked closely was there.  Back through the club and a small area where pool tables were filled with players, they entered into a private party room.  The room had an opening that allowed partiers to watch the girls on the poles while still offering a bit of seclusion from the rest of the bar.

They were admitted by two vivacious and outgoing young black women.  Her gaze lingered on the low cut top of the one who greeted them.  She was happy when he took her hand and led her into the room as her thoughts were wandering a bit.  Nothing she would admit to him at the moment, nor something she would have normally found herself thinking either.  But as they walked in and were greeted by the friendly young woman she could almost imagine the feel of the young woman’s erect nipples under her tongue.  It was an unusual thought for her as she normally never looked at females of that age with anything more than a slight jealousy that she was no longer that young or firm.

The people in the club that night were all young twenty somethings.  They managed to get a couple drinks from the bar crossed the small dance floor and found a table in the corner.  The high stools were about the perfect height in her fuck me heels.  He took the chair against the wall facing the dance floor leaving open the chair across from him for her.  That was perfect, not many would be able to see later what she knew would happen.

Sitting down enjoying the drinks and the music was something new for them.  Her skirt was up a little higher on her thighs than necessary and soon her foot was on the rung of his chair instead of hers.  His hand resting on her leg felt so warm and delicious.  It didn’t take much more before her foot was rising up to settle on the seat of his chair between his thighs and her fingers were slowly rubbing her own thigh.  Her skirt hiked even higher now and when she moved her leg she knew, if he looked, he could see all the way to the skimpy white thong she had underneath.

The few that were dancing in either the raised cage behind the dance floor or on the floor itself amused them for a while.  But the combination of her desire for him and the effects of the drink lessened her inhibitions and she had trouble concentrating on anything other than him.

A little more teasing and she was leaning into him, nibbling his neck and nipping at his ear.  She was happily surprised he didn’t seem upset that she was occasionally flashing him and anyone that cared to observe closely.  When he stood up and came between her thighs pinning her in her chair, it surprised her.  He placed his hand on her thigh and moved it upward until it reached the vee between her legs.  He knew she would be wet.  She was always wet for him.

She looked past him and saw the only other person in that area of the bar that was near their age, watching intently as his fingers deftly rubbed her to an orgasm.  She bit her lip and drew in a breath to quiet the moan that would have escaped.  It was time to leave.  She wanted more than what could be accomplished in the venue they were at the moment.

When he settled back on his chair and offered her his finger coated with her own cream she took it between her lips and drew it in as if she were sucking his cock.  She wished it was his cock.  His cock filling her anywhere was what she craved.  When they took the last swallows of their drinks at nearly the same time she knew they were both thinking the same thing, getting to somewhere private.

She was happy the lighting was dim as she knew that she was flushed pink from the activities of his fingers and the thoughts of what was to come.  Walking to the car into the chilled air did nothing to cool her heat.  It was near the car that his hands wandered again.  Had it not been for the congestion of the parking lot and the proximity of the main street, she thought he might have bent her over the car and raised her skirt taking her there in the parking lot.  It must have been in his thoughts too because he mentioned doing just that in a dark park or on a country road, but that was for another night.

They were going home.

CLEANING

She felt the heat from his body as he slipped behind her.  The smoothness of the leather slid around her throat.  She instinctively bent her head forward so that he could easily cinch the collar tight and slide the leather through the buckle.  When the collar was fastened his hands smoothed over her shoulders and down her arms.  She leaned back into him, pressing her body against his.  She felt his hardening cock pressing into her cheeks.  The dampness flooded into her, feeling his arousal.

When he led her to the foot of the bed she followed, standing waiting for is next command.  When his hand cupped her cunt she moaned.  His fingers probed her trying to extract the benwa balls he had placed inside her earlier as she had straightened the rooms he lived in.  He thought the extraction would be easy given the juices flowing freely from her pussy.  As his finger moved within her seeking the balls he told her to tighten her muscles, he thought this would cause the balls to be forced downward instead it pulled them deeper into her cunt.

He changed his command to tell her to push just as his finger hooked and slid over her g spot.  The fluids gushed forward from her cunt coating his fingers and dribbling down the insides of her legs.  He laughed, she trembled, the orgasm still tingling within her.  The balls rested in the palm of his juice covered hand.  He told her to kneel on the bed as he walked to the bathroom to rinse his hand and the balls.

Just a short time ago she was tidying thing, bending to pick up a scrap of paper now and then he would smack her ass with his hand or the riding crop sitting next to his chair.  He watched her cleaning in only her black transparent panties, her bra shed not long before.  The bra was one of the half cup type that barely covered her nipples.  When she was cleaning he had pulled her nipples over the cups securing them in the jaws of two c clamps.  The clamps didn’t stay on long as she moved about the room doing this and than and he would stop her occasionally to squeeze her tits.

When he returned to the bedroom, she was kneeling on the bed, her ass high in the air, her thighs spread open.  Her chest and face rested on the mattress and her arms were crossed in front of her.  He stood looking at her for a moment then slapped her ass.  He walked to the side of the bed and told her to put her wrists together, in doing so she had to lean back onto her heels rising on her elbows, hands together pointing toward the ceiling. 

He wrapped the soft braided rope around her wrists and through them knotting them together as if they were handcuffed.  When he was through tying the knots at her wrists he told her to scoot backwards towards the end of the bed.  Her knees felt the edge of the mattress and she stopped.  Her chest and face were again in the mattress and her arms were outstretched in front of her.  The rope tying her wrists was then attached by him to the one coming from the head of the bed and pulled taunt.  She thought he was through and was hoping to feel him entering her, but instead he tied a rope to the collar through a ring on the right side, when it was secure he pulled other end of the rope which was on the left side of the bed.  Her neck was pulled toward the right until he looped the end of the rope through the left side ring and pulled it taunt.  He tied the rope off and she was secure.  There was no way to move backward, forward or side to side, she was efficiently held in place. 

As he walked behind her she rolled her hips, making her ass move in front of him.  She wanted to feel him within her.  Instead his fingers played over the outside of her cunt, teasing her clit and rimming her ass.  His tongue probed into her puckered hole and he tongue fucked her.  Her hips moved with his penetrations.  The feelings surged through her and she did not withhold her whimpers and moans.  The sounds that she knew would drive him onward. 

He backed from her, taking his tongue out of her and now rubbing the head of his cock against her slit.  She pushed backward as much as she could, she wanted to slip him within her, he chuckled and allowed her to slide the head of his cock into her cunt.  She bucked against him, fucking him, making him fuck her.  It felt so right and so filling.  Her muscles contracted around him, trying to pull him into the depths of her pussy.

Just a short time before she had been moving about his place clad only in her panties as she straightened and cleaned.  The benwa balls chiming within her and the vibrating egg pressed against her clit, held in place by the panties he allowed her to retain.  All of her movements accentuated the vibrations within and outside her.  She kept steady at her tasks because if she allowed herself to stop the sensations overwhelmed and she orgasmed.  She couldn’t help allowing the sensations to wash through her several times though as she completed her tasks.

Now bound on the bed feeling him within her she felt the completion she needed.  But he wasn’t through he drizzled lube down the crack of her ass and as he pulled his cock from her pussy his fingers took over massaging her slit and her clit once more.  Her breath was coming in short pants as she was driven to frenzy.  When his finger teased at her asshole she pushed against it taking it inside her, her body pumping against his digit.  She anticipated when it would be his cock.

Instead of his cock he slid a smooth dildo into her ass, letting her fuck herself against it.  His cock slid into her pussy and for a moment she felt filled.  He pulled both from her and she was left with her muscles contracting around nothingness, empty and wanting. 

Her head was held in place by the ropes and she couldn’t turn to seek him out.  She was left with her hips moving on their own, wanting him.  The soft noise of leather being buckled was behind her.  She could only imagine and hope until he asked if she was ready to accept what was to come.  “Yes Sir” was her soft whimper.

When she felt the tip of the dildo at her asshole and his cock poised to sink into her cunt she moaned and eased back as he pushed forward.  The two sunk into her, her body accepting them greedily.  When he was fully sunk inside her they began moving together, his hand reached forward and knotted in her hair, using it for leverage to pull her back into him.  His cock and the strap on slid deeply over and over into her.  She reveled in the feeling of being full, the cocks sliding in unison into her, pumping and driving, over and over, in and out, pushing and building  Her climax neared building and coming  as his did.  Then He pulled back hard on her hair and groaned grinding into her, and her own orgasm rushed through her.  Their mixed cries chiming together.

His seed was pumping into her and her clenching cunt was milking him as her ass tightened and released on the dildo.  The contractions drove their passion.  They allowed the sensation to meld them, not wanting to part from one another.  When finally he withdrew from her it took him a moment to unbuckle the harness strapping the artificial cock above his own.  She worked at the ropes with her fingers, loosing her bound wrists.  Once she had successfully released her hands from above her head she went to work on the knot at the right side of the collar.  He was standing back watching her try to untie his knots.  When she finished with the right and started on the left he bent forward and unbuckled the collar at her neck. 

The air cooled the skin of her neck where the collar had been tightened, it felt good but she missed the feeling of his collar on her neck as well.  His hands slid around where the collar had been and as they stood together their lips touched.  He never failed to honor his promise to explore new areas with her and she never knew what would be next, it was his decision and their journey.  One he promised wouldn’t end until their discoveries were over.  She was happy he had an abundant imagination that would keep them busy for years to come or cum.

The Cabin

She was excited as she parked her car.  He had found the perfect spot.  The small cabin was down a tiny dirt road that no one would notice if they weren’t told to look for it.  Bumping down what she decided was more an animal path than a road in her car she hoped she had the clearance to make it without damaging something underneath.  But when the rustic cabin came into view she all but forgot the teeth jarring ride.

Jumping from the car she listened to the silence, few birds twittering, rushing water somewhere not too far off but no human noise.  The sounds of the freeway were nonexistent as were the laughs or raised voices of neighbors nearby.  Solitude, how often they had talked of finding a hideaway far enough from neighbor’s to play freely indoors or out without raising eyebrows or making a neighbor wonder if they should be dialing 911 to save her.

She carefully folded the hand drawn map and shoved it into the pocket of her shorts.  With all the twists and turns she took she might just need it to find her way back again to the highway.  His note had specific instructions; she was to park the car in the clearing about a quarter mile to the east of the cabin, remove her clothing, locking it into the trunk.  He reminded her to disable the valet switch and to lock the glove box before as well, but not to lock the car itself.  She didn’t know it but that was the one place of safety he was leaving open to her.  If anything happened, wild animal or stranger she could always lock herself into the car.  She couldn’t leave of course without retrieving the keys, which he knew would take her feeling desperate before she would attempt.

Once undressed, her clothing locked securely in the trunk she giggled at herself a bit.  Walking naked through the trees back to the cabin was somewhat liberating.  It was the vision of herself she imagined that had her giggling, naked except for the pair of lime green tennis shoes she left on to protect her feet walking back to the cabin.

He wasn’t so restrained.  He did laugh, though rather quietly, seeing her spin in the clearing feeling the sun and the breeze on her bare body.  Lime green tennis shoes, who other than His lady would pick such a god awful color.  The shoes were supposed to be in the trunk too but there wasn’t anything He could do about that now, not without spoiling the rest of His plan anyway.  That infraction would have to be taken care of later.

It didn’t take walking up to the cabin door for her to see she would be remaining outdoors until He arrived.  The huge stainless padlock on the door to the cabin could be seen from a distance.  She didn’t mind, the air was pleasant.  It was warm but the gentle breeze kept it comfortable.  It wasn’t hard to find the root cellar He told her would be there.  She walked to it and tentatively pulled at the handle on the right hand door.  It budged but not much.  She placed both hands on the door and tugged and it slowly lifted.  She was greeted by the smell of wet earth and mildew.  Gazing down into the hole she heard the scurrying of what she could only imagine were rat feet.  She looked at her keys and hesitated before tossing them into the pit of darkness.  She knew she wouldn’t be the one retrieving them, who knows what else besides rodents were in that cellar.

 She wandered around about a bit, not straying too far from the cabin, wanting to be there when he arrived.  She followed the sound of the rushing water for a few hundred feet until she realized her view of the cabin was disappearing and rushed back, hoping His truck would be coming into view.

It surprised her when she found it getting dark.  It couldn’t be much past 6:30 or 7 she hadn’t been there more than an hour.  But then the trees seemed to obscure the sunlight that did manage to peek over the hill where it was setting.  The gentle breeze was a bit cooler now.  She hoped He wasn’t far away.  She shook her head knowing His sense of timing; it would be hard to know until she actually saw Him just when He would arrive.  So much like her son in that way, they both seemed to be lost in their own time zone, where hours could pass like minutes for them. 

He watched through the dimming light as she approached the rustic wooden porch.  He almost called out a warning as He saw her turn and beginning lowering herself to the edge to sit.  It would have been too late anyway; she sprung up as if she had sat on a bee’s nest.  Indeed it felt like she had been stung by several at once as the splintered wood sent tiny shrapnel into her tender flesh.  He watched amused as she first brushed her hands over her ass trying to remove the offending particles.  For the most part that worked except for a couple of more stubborn, embedded splinters. Seeing her twist and turn trying to view her bottom was what had him smiling.

She must have managed to remove them as He watched her pluck a few large leaves from a near tree and overlap them on the porch edge before trying once again to sit. 

From His vantage point He could see her from many angles, a bird’s eye view you might say.  Perched in the tree He could even see her nipples beginning to draw in and pucker from the chilling air.  It wouldn’t be too much longer, maybe a half hour to forty-five minutes and it would be dark enough to hide His descent from her view.  By that time she should be really beginning to wonder if He was coming or had passed out in a nap.

He watched her fidget, fold her arms about her rubbing her hands up and down trying to ward off the chill.  She paced a few times but always returned to her prepared seat at the edge of the porch.  It was almost as if He could see her beginning reticence of being alone in the dark and nude in a strange locale.  He watched her senses become more fine tuned as the darkness settled, relying more on her ears than eyes, turning her head towards the rustling leaves, wondering if it was wind, birds or animals causing the noise.

Finally darkness, He quickly descended from His nest in the branches.  Quietly making His way down the trunk and off to the left a few feet before causing a louder disturbance to catch her attention.  Alerted by the crack of branches and the quiver of the leaves she folded her arms into herself and faced the oncoming sound.  When He was close enough for her to make out it was His form walking to her she sprung from her seat rushing to Him open armed in greeting.

“Daddy!  I thought maybe You had fallen asleep and forgotten me.”

His raised hands stopped her from looping her arms about Him.

“I’m no one’s Daddy, least of all yours.” 

His voice had a strange low growl to it.  It caused her to pause a moment before thinking just the night before they had been discussing role play.  It was an avenue in all their years they hadn’t explored.  It seemed maybe this was going to be a weekend of surprises.

His hand latched onto her upper arm.  His large paw easily encompassed and squeezed into the flesh.  Startled she looked first at her arm and then into His eyes.  It was hurting.  As she started to protest as she saw His other hand just as it met with her cheek.  It wasn’t full force but enough to leave her face stinging. With her free hand she rubbed her cheek and jaw, her mouth dangling in shock that He had just slapped her.

“From now on Bitch you will speak only when asked to speak and you will remember your place.”

She quivered, not in fear but anticipation.  She felt the warmth between her legs kick up a notch.  When His hand fisted in her hair she whimpered and moaned, until He yanked back hard bending her head backward and her face up to His.  She thought He might kiss her but instead He shoved her forward towards the cabin steps.

He released her hair at the door as He unlocked the padlock and opened the hasp holding the door closed.  At the opening of the door she got the first whiff of a room that had been closed up for a while, dusty and stale.  He pushed her forward into the room leaving the door open behind Him.  She started to turn to appraise the room her eyes adjusting to the darkness when He struck a match and lit the lantern sitting on the table.  The light caused her to squint, dilating her pupils as the rushed to adjust.  She quickly lowered them when she saw Him once again raising His hand.  He never slapped her before and now He had and was threatening to again in a span of less than ten minutes.  The first trembles of what might be to come invaded her.  Was she ready for the beast that she might have let out?

Her heart raced, yes, come to me beast.  When He shoved her against the wall, pinning her with His body she was ready.   The fluids trickled down her legs as He roughly manhandled her breast with one hand and shoved fingers into her below with the other.  No warning no pretense she just exploded.  He just as quickly withdrew His hand from her looking at His dripping fingers and shaking His head.  He wanted to smile, she was His little cumslut, but His character wouldn’t have Him appreciating how freely she gave her orgasms over.  Instead He scowled and wiped her juices from His hand and onto her body. 

“Slut.”

He let her go and turned His back to her.  Surprised and recovering she stayed up against the wall waiting for Him to say something else.  As her senses returned and He remained with His back to her she stepped towards Him, molding her body to His back.  He spun on her grabbing her throat and squeezing, he backed her until she fell onto the hardback wooden chair sitting adjacent to the table.  He looked deep into her eyes and in barely an audible whisper said,

“Maybe I should explain something to you, slut….. You are here when I want you, how I want you, when I don’t… you don’t exist for me no more than that chair your fat ass is sitting on.”

She sat quiet, eyes down not moving, not questioning trying to assimilate the role she was to play.  Obviously this was something He had well thought out and she was being caste into it blindly.  She took a deep breath.  She wasn’t His lover or His partner here.  As far as that went she wasn’t even sure she rated as another human being, certainly not His woman.  She found her voice a weak mewl and uttered merely two words,

“Sorry, Sir”

His hand closed at her throat again and she choked.  His eyes bore into hers,

“There wasn’t a question.”

She shook her head slightly no understanding He meant for her to adhere to His instructions to the letter, He wasn’t allowing her the small infractions He normally overlooked.

“What gave you the idea shoes aren’t clothing?  Didn’t I say to place all your clothes in the trunk before closing it?

She sat silent.  Shoes… clothes, shoes were shoes not clothes.  His hand fisted in her hair again. 

“I asked you something Bitch.  First you don’t know how to hold your tongue now it seems you don’t know how to use it.  You will learn… one way or another.”

She stammered.

“I didn’t think shoes were clothes.”

He shook his head,

“Dumb bitch.”

The pull on her hair had her rising from her seat in the chair.  He pushed her into the wall again this time face first.  He drew her arms behind her and felt the smooth leather of cuffs being buckled around her wrists.  She relaxed a bit, somehow bondage always did seem to calm her while at the same time arousing her.

Once the cuffs were in place He grabbed them and tugged her free of the wall, forcing her to spin and take rapid steps across the room to a bare mattress set into a split log frame.  She barely had time to glance at the stained ticking cover before she was face down on it.  She felt Him slipping a rope over her head, snugging what felt like a noose to her throat.  She felt the tug as He tied the end off to the rail at the top of the bed.  She didn’t move, each slight wiggle seemed to tighten the noose.

She felt Him pulling at her tennis shoes.  She regretted retying them tightly and in double knots.  He pulled harder until the first one popped off then the second, her ankle ached at the force.  She didn’t wear socks, she hated socks.  She wasn’t prepared for what came next.  The burning sting and the audible crack as something thin and hard came down across both arches. She arched jerking the rope tighter around her neck.

“A lesson for you sweetie, Shoes are clothes.”

The thin reed cane came down again and she jerked again this time gagging and coughing as she strangled herself.  He let her gasp a few moments before putting His fingers between the rope and her neck and loosening the snare.   She remained motionless the next time the cane struck.  Over and over until the bottoms of her feet felt like she had walked on hot coals.  Her face was tear streaked.  Her mascara burned as it ran into her eyes unable to wipe it away. 

He watched the shudders of her body realizing without needing to see her wet cheeks.  He didn’t stop; not yet, He wanted to hear her too.  He knew she was fighting it hard not wanting to be punished for breaking her silence too.  Four more strokes and it was too much and she didn’t exactly scream but it came out.

He set the cane down grabbed one foot and began the kneading massage she usually loved.  His strong hands pushed into the balls and heel of her foot.  Being as tender and overheated as they were it wasn’t pleasant, it hurt.  Slowly though by the time He picked up the second foot her hips were carefully moving.  His hands worked their way up her calves then her thighs until he reached the smile formed by her as cheeks.  In a swift motion He parted her thighs and His fingers dug into her cunt once more to being drenched.

He loosened the noose from the bed rail and rolled her to her back.  He forced His fingers into her mouth and she suckled. Her juices were flavoring His fingers.

He pulled her to the side of the bed and let her head drop over the side.  Her mouth open He stood over her as He unbuckled His belt pulling it from His pant loops.  When His cock sprang free He saw her tongue ring her lips.

“Hungry little bitch.”

It was a statement not a question and He pushed His hardened pole past her lips and into her throat.  She wasn’t quite ready, normally He worked up to entering her throat and she gagged.  That gagging sensation was something He savored.  He repeatedly withdrew and plunged in again feeling the tightening choking of her muscles.  Finally able to relax to accommodate the invasion her throat ached but accepted Him. 

He felt her give in and brought the belt down across her prone body.  The stripe began on her right thigh came up over her belly and stopped on her left tit.  She hadn’t expected that and it made her body tighten including her throat as she tried to scream out.

He smiled and lashed out again, alternating His strokes, His cock in, the belt down, His cock out, the belt raised.  This time He could see the tears.  The combination of sensations began to overload Him, A man normally in control of His reactions He felt that control slipping.

He stopped pulled out of her mouth.  For good measure He brought the belt down twice more crisscrossing her chest.  The red welts left from the edge of the leather marked her body well.

He left her lying on the bed with her tears silently nursing the pain.  The cabin had aired a bit from the open door and had certainly cooled as it had outdoors with the sun gone.  He stepped out onto the porch zipping His pants and pulling His cigar from His pocket.  She saw the flicker of light through the shuttered window as He struck the match to light His smoke.  Somehow that was somewhat comforting, familiar at the very least.  She calmed herself beginning to feel the ache in her arms from lying upon them so long she rolled to her side.  She felt the rope still around her neck but unsecured it didn’t tighten and hinder her movements.  She rolled a bit too far and felt the sting of one of the belt marks as the bed pressed into her skin.  She rolled back a bit finding a comfortable medium and pulled her knees up towards her chest.

It was her curled in a fetal position on her side that He saw when He laid the firewood in the hearth.  He knew she must be chilled, He was wearing His jeans and a flannel shirt.  He set the logs, piled the kindling and set it to blaze, a boy scout couldn’t have done better.  It didn’t take long for the one room cabin to warm.  She rolled back over on her back glancing to see Him crouched before the fireplace poking at the logs with a stick.  She smiled at His outline.  His body excited her but His mind excited her even more.  What a combination the two made.

It wasn’t long before He cleared His throat.

“I’m hungry slut”

She rose quickly, wincing with the first step; she had all but forgotten the pain in her feet for the lashings on her body.  Gingerly she stepped across the room looking at the large cooler against one wall.  She stopped wondering how she was to do anything with her arms still bound.  It was if He read her mind as He was just as quick behind her releasing her wrists from the cuffs. 

She opened the cooler and glanced at the contents within. With the lantern light she saw a primitive cook stove and began fretting just how she was going to figure that one out when she spied the Coleman kerosene stove next to the cooler.  She was thankful for Him wanting a good meal and not an experiment she went to examining the contents of the cooler. 

It was the sound of His footsteps that broke her concentration.  He stood aside her reaching for the stove as His hand caressed her ass.  It was that little bit of the real Him peeking through the role that had her smile and sigh.  He hefted the stove over her and set it down on the primitive cook stove in the corner. He pumped the prime lever a few times turned the dial and struck a match.  He left the stove burning on low as He returned to the fire, this time sitting in the oversized hand built rocker.

She sifted through the contents of the cooler and brought out a chicken cut for frying.  Locating a cast iron skillet hanging from a nail on the wall she gathered the ingredients needed and floured and placed the chicken in the heated oil filled skillet.  Rifling through the cooler she found a container of potato salad and some fruit.  That was going to have to suffice for tonight.  She had no idea what all He had packed but with the glances He was throwing over His shoulder at her and His sniffs of the air she knew He wasn’t lying when He had said He was hungry.

She set the table with two plates and utensils.  Pulled a beer from the cooler and popped the top for Him placing it on the table.  When she pulled the last piece of chicken from the skillet she turned and found Him waiting at the table.  Somewhere her plate and utensils had disappeared.  She put the platter of chicken down, stabbed a piece and placed it on His plate then spooned a generous helping of potato salad and fruit along side.  She scooted the seat out adjacent to his.  As she was midway to seating herself He pulled the chair out from under her and she landed with a plop on the floor at His feet.

“You weren’t invited to my table”

She huffed and stayed seated.  She was hungry too and she cooked it.  It didn’t take long for her to correct her thoughts though, that attitude wouldn’t gain her anything.  She settled next to His chair waiting.  He ate hungrily, stabbing a second then a third piece of chicken.  Occasionally His hand reached down and stroked her hair.  When it did she would nuzzle His pant leg with her cheek.  It was the next time He brought His hand down that He popped a grape into her mouth.  She bit into the tender juicy skin and felt the sweet juice trickling out onto her tongue.

He fed her a few more morsels of fruit over the next few moments and then fisted His hand in her hair tugging it showing her to rise and take her place beside Him.  She sat in the chair, this time watching the seat as she lowered, not that she expected this time He would jerk it from beneath her.

Seated she found her plate was once again on the table and it contained helping of fruit and a piece of chicken.  Her utensils were still mysteriously gone but a glass of wine set above her plate.  She looked to Him and He nodded and slowly she began eating and sipping the wine.  He watched as He finished His meal and she hers.  She was doing better than He expected containing her tongue.  She was normally playful and a bit sassy but so far she had only managed once to step out of the confines of her role.

When they finished she rose and went to the sink, she pumped water into the teapot and heated it to wash the few dishes they had from dinner.  When the water was hot and she went to pour it into the sink His hand stopped her.

“You can do those with the breakfast dishes in the morning.  I want my tea now.”

She pulled a cup off the peg on the wall dangled a teabag over the edge and poured the heated water into the cup.  She raised and lowered the teabag steeping it to its full color before removing it and squeezing the lemon wedge and stirring the spoons of sugar into His tea as He preferred.

She brought the tea to Him in the big rocker by the fire and turned back towards the table.  He gathered her close His hand hooking behind her head He brought her in close and kissed her. 

“Thanks for dinner pet.”

That was her reward.  As quick as He slipped from character He returned to it.

“I don’t want to sleep on a bare filthy mattress”

She scampered to the duffle besides the bed and pulled it open finding the bedding folded inside she set about making the bed.  When she finished with the bed He patted His thigh, just as if He were calling a pet.  She returned to His side and settled kneeling on a blanket set out beside the rocker.  He bent forward reaching into a bag beside the chair, His hand returned with a thick black leather collar a “D” ring located in front, back and both sides.  She carefully raised her hair as He buckled her into it.  Next to come was the short length of chain He looped over the andiron extending from the fireplace.  On the other end He attached a lock through the last link of the chain and the back “D” ring. 

It was obvious He wasn’t planning on her sharing His bed but her to nest on the blanket on the floor by the fire.  She wasn’t sure what she was thinking or feeling.  He always had said how He slept better with her snuggled beside Him.  There was never a time she hadn’t shared His bed when they were together.  Now she was being treated as a pet being chained and made to sleep on a mat on the floor.  No not even a pet considering they were inside and she was chained.

He remained seated enjoying the warmth of the fire for some time, not speaking just rocking and gazing into the blaze.  She must have been nodding off a bit when she felt Him tugging her in front of the chair.  She had no idea when He had rose and removed His pants but now settled on the floor in front of Him His erect dick brushed at her lips.  She took the hint and parted them letting her tongue lick over the tip.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she drew Him into her mouth.  It was almost as if she were inhaling Him.

That was all it took and He looped His hand behind her head holding it to Him with His palm.  He let the rocking of the chair stroke His member in and out of her open mouth.  He settled back in the rocker closing His eyes enjoying the easy sensations of her mouth surrounding Him, the ease of the chair pumping away into her mouth.  She learned the tempo of the chair and took short breaths in between plunges.  It was obvious from His deep even breathing and the rhythm of the chair this wasn’t going to be a short session.

It wasn’t rare for Him to begin and end a session within her mouth.  But it was rare for Him to stay in her mouth for a whole session, in fact it had never happened.  She often aroused Him to His full length with her greedy mouth but then He took His pleasure inside her cunt or ass.  On infrequent occasions He might withdraw right before cumming and return to deposit His seed within her mouth but it was rare.  Tonight He showed no indication of doing anything but her mouth.

He rocked and slid within her mouth for what seemed like hours, in reality a mere half hour had passed, neither of them were finding satisfaction in this manner.  The angle which He entered her mouth limited the amount of extra stimulus her tongue could provide and the bend of her neck was beginning to be a dull ache.  The chair stopped and He pulled at her chain showing her He desired her to rise.  He didn’t speak to her it was if talking to her would make her somewhat more than the piece of meat He sought satisfaction from.  He positioned her standing facing away and then pulled her down onto His lap.  His cock speared into her and He resumed rocking.  The rocking of the chair let Him easily glide in and out of her hungry cunt.  When He began to feel her juices seeping down over Him He forced her up a small ways and speared her yet another way.  This time in addition to the rocking He held her hips forcing her to squat and rise fucking her ass on His dick.  Once again she was nearing her climax when He pulled her off, spun her around and forced her head down until her lips rested against His body.  There He pumped His jism, His seed deeply into her throat.  She swallowed best she could waiting hoping to catch a breath again before she passed out.

When He finished he growled.

“Clean up the mess you made on me, there is not bath tonight.”

She went to licking and sucking His cock and balls, lapping at the area where her juices had drenched Him as they rocked together.  When she was just beginning to enjoy herself He pulled her away and walked to the bed.  She started to follow only to be jerked back to reality by the chain connected to the collar about her neck.

He settled in the bed turning His back to her and nudging the covers up.  She curled on her side on the blanket on the floor.  It wasn’t too uncomfortable, it was more uncomfortable knowing He slept only a few short feet from her and she was unable to snuggle into His comfort.

He was just as restless knowing she was a mere 8 or 9 feet from Him and not wrapped in His arms.  He tossed a couple more times over the next few minutes before He rolled over and tossed the key at her.

“Come”

She unlocked the padlock holding the chain to the “D” ring and started to rise to walk to Him.

“Crawl, bitch”

She lowered herself to all fours and began the short jaunt over the well worn boards of the floor.  Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her as she crawled slowly towards the bed.  Once at the bedside He looped a finger through the front ring of her collar and pulled her up onto the bed beside Him.  There He curled His body around hers and pulled her in tight.  Her role play game would just have to suffer He was not giving up the comfort of her body for the sake of a game. 

His touch and His body wrapped to hers worked as a natural sedative and her breathing slowed and deepened before He even finished His thoughts.  He gently kissed the back of her neck and shook His head.  She could elicit so much from Him.

Morning came and she woke to find herself alone in bed.  The smell of fresh coffee was wafting about replacing the stale odor of the closed cabin the night before.  She started to rise when His hand pushed her down. 

“Hands up”

She raised them and he slipped the cuffs on them tightening them then hooking the rope He had previously tied to them. He pulled them up taunt over her head and moved to her legs, first one ankle then the other were cuffed and secured to the bed legs.  She was trussed out upon the bed a little room to wiggle but not enough to move more than an inch or two either way.

It was then she saw the crop lying beside her.  He picked it up raised it and brought it down hard across her breasts. 

“Lazy bitch, I had to make my own coffee, what are you good for?”

She was unsure whether that was a rhetorical question or if she was supposed to answer Him.  She started to murmur

“Sorry,”

Then His hand pressed down into her mouth silencing her.

He cropped up and down her body, leave the tell tale red stripes across her thighs, belly and breasts.  She was whimpering tossing her head side to side biting back the pleas for Him to stop.

But then He did stop.  He stopped and she opened her eyes.  His engorge cock was bobbing freely in the air showing how aroused a morning beating could make Him.  He wasn’t done though.  He released the ropes at her ankles and linked the two together looping the rope between the two and then through the rail at the head of the bed He proceeded to bring her feet up over her head in a way bending her in half and rolling her up so her ass was exposed.  A caress and a pat with His palm and He pick the crop back up and began on the new target.  When she was waggling around trying to avoid the blows He switched sources picking up instead the birchwood paddle.

Hump Day The Music Inside Her

It was the irritating tickle on her thigh that woke her more than the feint lingering aroma of his aftershave.  But as she became more conscious she also realized she shouldn’t smell his aroma, she had showered when she came in last night and washed all traces of him away.  Normally she would have postponed the relaxing wash for the morning wanting to keep him as close to her for as long as possible but after she stepped on the broken bottle and cut her foot open she decided that was maybe the best way to cleanse the wound and to wash any lingering glass fragments away.

As she reached down to scratch the annoying tickle she felt the feathery sensation traveling up to her hip, she slowly opened her eyes to see his grinning face just inches from her own.  As she opened her mouth to ask he covered hers with his.  It was a hungry morning kiss. The kisses the night before were rough and claiming just as the sex had been.  It always amazed her how ravenous they could be for one another even if only a few hours had passed.

She scissored open her thighs while she was lying on her side and felt his hardened cock sliding home into her already wet cunt.  The groan that came from her was caused by a mixture of pleasure and tender soreness from the previous nights activities.  It didn’t take long though before the groan became pleads as he pumped into her.  Her leg was extended up against his shoulder and he reached a hand down to her chest.  Even his large hands had a hard time encompassing her full breast but he managed, squeezing tightly as her whimpers and movements told him she wanted more, wanted the fine line of pain that would take her over the top.

And as she screamed out and her pussy spasmed around his cock his hand slipped around her throat, cutting off her cries, leaving her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.  He drove into her harder and deeper his pelvic bone grinding into her as his hips rotated against her.  She began feeling lightheaded and the room was colored as her orgasm continued and her brain screamed out for air.  As he saw the glaze of her eyes changing he released her throat and his seed into her.

She rolled just slightly so that she was on her back as his body came down to rest on hers his cock still sheathed in her slit.  His breathing was rapid just as hers and she could feel the pounding of his heart as her hand caressed the smooth bareness of his chest.  His head moved to one side and she half licked half bit the side of his neck.  Neither of them wanted to break the moment with words.

When the phone rang, he swore under his breath and rolled off her.  She fumbled reaching for the corded phone beside the bed, knocking it off onto the floor before finally bending over the side to gather the receiver.

“Hello” her voice came out throaty and breathless. 

The caller on the other end could only assume she had run to pick it up.  There was no way that they would imagine her lying nude with her lover in her bed on a Wednesday morning.  And now that she was sprawled sideways the top half of her body off the bed from reaching for the phone, her thighs parted slightly and her ass up she felt the familiar teasing and kneading of his hands on the backs of her thighs.  It was all she could do not to moan into the phone.  The massage of his strong hands felt so incredible, she parted her thighs more to allow him to get inside to the tender inner muscles.

The caller on the other end was the secretary of one or her clients; she tried concentrating on her words as she felt his fingers moving up over her ass, then down the crack probing into her wetness before applying enough pressure to her back hole to enter her.

“Um, two on Thursday, yes, I think, aghhh, let me get my planner and call you back…” she hung up and hoped the woman on the other end couldn’t tell she was nearly exploding on her end. And as she hung up the phone as she came.  He was deliberating thumbing her clit and finger fucking her ass in a rocking motion knowing it would take her over the top.  Two could play at that game she squirmed away and gathered his half hard cock in the hand, letting it slide the foreskin back as she stroked down to the base.  Her mouth covered just the head as she tasted herself on him.  She took long languid licks with her tongue from the base and swirling over the tip as her fingers caressed his balls working there way backward seeking to penetrate him as he had her.

She slid a finger in him deep, seeking that familiar knot to massage and as she stroked inside on one side she slid him into her throat at the other swallowing so that he felt the constriction pulling him in milking the head of his again rigid pole.  Her probing matched his controlled pumping into her mouth.  He had gathered a handful of her hair and was using it to guide her motions up and down his cock.  He just couldn’t relinquish control and she was never able to maintain it, she knew it was his will she would bend to and that didn’t bother her.  All she was concerned with at the moment was his pleasure.  He wasn’t going to let her have it her way as he tugged her off his cock and her finger out of his ass.  “Assume.” His voice was low and sexy.

She moved back to the edge of the bed, her ass in the air thighs open, and her face and chest buried in the mattress.  He trickled a small stream of lube down her crack from a bottle held above her cheeks and then rubbed it teasingly around with the head of his cock as his hand slathered a small amount of the slippery liquid down his own shaft.  He was amazed how hard and large his erection felt in his hand.  Surprised that he was still hard after the hours they had spent in his bed the night before, only a few short hours earlier and after the quick shot he had spent into her cunt only a few moments ago. The witch he thought damn green eyed spirit.  She did this to him, she made him burn and crave to be lodge deep inside her and he was going to be.  He pushed into her taking her fully in that first long plunge. 

She squealed, the burning sensation of being opened so fully so quickly, the feeling that things were tearing as his trunk entered into the tightest hole she had.  His withdrawal was not as quick as his plunge but when he was almost out he lunged back into her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against him.  He pushed forward grinding into her deeply so hard her face and chest pushed deeper into the mattress.  He moved his hand to the small of her back and pushed downward making her ass up turn more as he began the assault from behind.  Four or five strokes into the ritual and she was pushing back against him as well, rotating her hips for him.  He made her crazy.  She wanted his to possess her, claim her and use her hard.

Her words were what he wanted, and as he pumped into her she started “yes, mmmm, yes fuck me hard, deep” a few sharp exhales as he did just that and she resumed “I needed it, I need your prick in me, I need you to use me like the slut I am.  That’s it take me, hurt me.”  She panted.

He leaned forward close to her ear and whispered, “What are you?”

“I’m a cock craving whore, Sir.”

He chuckled “whose whore are you?”

His hand cracked across her ass as she started to say “Yours, sir” and it came out in a scream.   

He continued reaming her as her body convulsed in a rapid succession of orgasms, her cunt weeping its nectar out onto the sheets beneath her.  When he pulled out of her and grabbed her hair she was limp.  Pushing her over onto her back he gathered her up to a sitting position and a fist of hair yanked her head back and her mouth open as he slipped his cock into the opening.  Roughly he fucked her mouth until he felt the pull of his sac contracting up to his body.  Then ramming it into her throat and holding her face tight against him he let her gags pull his seed from him.  Choking and trying to swallow, trying to breath was useless she became the recipient of his gift.  The orgasm for him seemed to go on and on and for her she lost track as the mindless euphoria of oxygen deprivation took over.  When he finally pulled out they both collapsed together.

They lay together cooling off and recovering until the chiming of the clock in the other room told her it was nearing 8.  If she didn’t have a 9 o’clock meeting she would have stayed lying next to him forever.  But she dragged herself up and into the bathroom. 

As she was drying from her shower he entered the bathroom.  He kissed her forehead and started to bend her over the counter when she started to object, he caught just a couple words “not enough time…. Meeting…. Aaaahhh...” as he first slip his finger into her and then the cool metallic cylindrical balls.

Laughing, “I couldn’t take you again right now if I wanted Pet, you’ve drained me” “But I do want you hearing your own music all day, tonight is another story.”

Music, damn it, he slid the benwa balls into her.  He knew that she would hear their subtle chiming whenever she moved today, not to mention they would keep her over used cunt contracting around them pulling them up and into the deepest part of her all day.

He smiled “Gotta keep that pussy tight for me Baby, you know I like how you milk me.”

He swatted her ass as he stepped into the shower behind her.  She wiggled her hips a bit hearing the dainty chiming inside her, she smiled into the mirror, and she knew it was as much to keep her mind on him as it was to keep her tight.  She loved belonging to him and with that thought rubbed the small code stamped on the upper portion of her right cheek. 

Most wouldn’t notice the brand.  It would appear as a small series of almost unnoticeable dots; to her it was his right to her, his mark of ownership.  Whether he was conscious of it or not it was always where his hand rested on her whether they were walking together clothed in public or he was claiming her as he had earlier. 

He was fair with her, gave as much as he took and looked out for her in ways no one else had.  That would have been enough but it didn’t hurt that she loved him and she felt he loved her too.  Life couldn’t get much better……

A Shiver Last Night

Her eyes were closed behind the blindfold until she felt the cold metallic point of the blade drag across her shoulder blade.  At the first touch of the tip her skin, her senses alert, her heart raced, her breathing shortened and unpredicted her juices began to drench her thighs.  Knives were a limit weren’t they?  Wasn’t that one of the things that was listed on her hard limit list?  But how erotic it felt as the blade was drawn across her skin, tracing lines she was sure on her back and down her thighs.  When the blade slipped between them she knew he heard her take a deep breath in and when the point nudged into her bare mound, the moan that came from deep inside.  There are no hard limits with Him, at least none that aren’t shared between them.

Then the blade was gone and the prickling sensation of tiny needles poking their way thru her epidermis took over.  There were hundreds of little pricks, like walking into a bee’s nest, stinging but not lasting, constantly moving in a line to somewhere else on her body.  She didn’t hate the sensation, how could you hate something that made your senses spring to life?

And then the knives again, this time two of them, they were tracing, finding all the hollows, all the natural contours to follow.  If only she wasn’t bound face down she could imagine the cold steel against her nipples and shivered, it made him chuckle as though he was reading her thoughts but instead he was enjoying the goose bumps popping from her skin.  One knife down and fingers delving into her most private of regions, his hand comes back wet, how could he doubt it wouldn’t?  She always responded to him. 

His fingers manipulate her clit, also pressing into her cunt and the blade dragging against her skin, she can’t stop it, it happens and as her pelvic muscles close on his fingers and she gushes and then she starts to beg.  Her thighs spread wide, ankles tied to the bed legs she pulls backward against the rope binding her wrists together and to the top of the bed.  Edging backward, raising her hips she is trying to meet him.  Begging, begging for him to enter her, not with fingers but his cock, finding its rightful place within her body.  He gives in and slides within her, pumping into her and his cock is met with another of her orgasms.  She is feeling him slide inside her, so tight if it wasn’t for the flood of wetness he would have had to force his way in but no fear of that now.  She tries to move to meet his thrusts until he pulls out and finds a new home to sheath his rod. She can’t keep from pulling taunt on the ropes binding her, pushing into him, wanting him deep, wanting to hear the sounds from him that he pulls from her, the deep primal noises that only the mating souls understand.

He tugs at the cuff on her ankle freeing first one then the other, letting her legs free to come up under her, raising her ass to the height needed for the best penetration.  Pushing her upward onto the bed one of his legs between hers the other on the outside of her hip he pounds into her and their moans join.  His hands grasp the muscle at the base of her neck and he squeezes the pain and the pleasure mingling.  Bracing and pulling against her forcing her body onto his.  And then he’s cumming, how she loves the sounds he makes.  She can’t help but follow his lead.  Cumming herself and as her cavity closes on him milking his pulsing cock as it spit forth his seed and she pulls it from him all at once.

As he slides along side her body she pulls her hand free from the bindings at her wrists.  He laughs wondering how long she could have freed herself, but then he know she always struggles against the ties loosening them enough to free herself, after all he plans it that way.  He doesn’t mind feeling her body curl to his after they are both satiated with one another.

And for once when she rises to leave she isn’t wishing she was staying, she needs to think.

The Tortuous Toy

She settled back against the pile of pillows that lined the headboard of her bed.  Her knees were drawn up toward her chest so when she opened them the heady sweet musk of her sex permeated the room.  Her cunt glistened with the moisture of her recent play and it lured him closer. 

As he crawled up the bed nearer to her she reached for his head and pulled him into the vee of her thighs.  His lips parted before they reached hers and his cheeks were greeted with the dampness of her thighs as she closed them, wrapping her legs around his head pulling him deeper into her snatch.  He didn’t object merely teased her gently with his tongue.  He knew she wanted him to suck her clit in between his lips and let his tongue roughly flick over the swollen nub but he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

Instead he let his tongue explore the folds of her lips before dipping into her velvety hole.  He could feel the juices seeping from her and he could feel her frustrations building as he ignored her demands to abuse her tiny nerve cluster.  In her frustration she was beginning to move her hips up off the bed, rubbing her sex over his mouth and chin.  His face was gathering the same sheen her thighs had when he first approached her. 

When his fingers reached up and under her ass to pull her in tight to his mouth he finally gave in to her need and suckled her clit between his lips pulling it in until his teeth could bite down and hold the flesh between his teeth while his tongue molested her pleasure switch.  It wasn’t but three of four demanding sucks and tongue lashings before her body tensed and he felt the splash of her fluids meeting his chin.  She held him in place riding his mouth as she squirted her fluids out onto him.  When she felt she couldn’t stand another moment she loosened her legs freeing him.  He didn’t pull back but instead held her tight ravishing her clit until she began trying to pull away.  He held her steadfast and made her endure the sweet torment of multiple climaxes.  He knew from her struggles the tender nub of flesh that brought her such pleasure was on the verge of causing her just as much pain.  When she whimpered and begged for him to stop he delved in all the harder.  When she struggled against him his fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of her thighs he knew they would leave purple traces for many days to come. 

When he was satisfied he had control he pulled away and flipped her to her belly.  Once there he climbed atop her his weight pressing her into the soft down of the mattress.  Her arms were trapped beneath her though she wasn’t sure she had the energy to struggle if they were free.  When his fingers probed between her thighs which were pressed together they dipped into her snatch.  She nearly came from the penetration of his digits and he felt the contractions of her vaginal walls around his fingers.  He knew it wouldn’t take but a few deep strokes of the fingers in her cunt or what he knew she wanted his dick but it wasn’t about what she wanted it was about what he was going to take.

He stroked the wetness of her sex up from the entrance of her twat to the puckered hole he aimed to take his pleasure in.  He felt her tense against his teasing.  Her buttocks tightened and the clenched muscles made her ass hard and defined.  It didn’t hinder his probing as he pressed his index finger inside her to the first joint.  When she started to protest he just used his other hand to shove her face into the pillows as he continued to press deeper into her nether hole.  If she would relax it would go so much easier for her.  He thought for a moment then rose up off of her.  She remained lying on her belly still to overcome by the earlier torment for it to register she could move if she wished.  He wasted no time but looped the rope over her knees binding them together then lacing the rope down her calves until he tied it off at her ankles the looped the other end under the bed frame.  He pulled her arms from under her and bound them together as well above her head but he had no need to secure them.  When she was sufficiently bound he reached into the nightstand and pulled out the pleasure wand.  He plugged the cord in and then pressed it between the mattress and her mound.  He knew when the switch was thrown the vibrations would send her cunt back into spasms.

He settled back atop her body.  His weight pressing her back into the cocoon the feather topper created.  She turned her head to the side just to catch a breath of cool air rather than the recycled dampness of her own breath.  His cock probed between her silken wet thighs, slowly using her closed legs to envelop his shaft.  She tried to press upward so that he might slip into her tunnel but he pulled back every time.  She gave up in frustration and then he slid inside her. 

Her cunt was so sodden that he could barely feel the difference between being between her thighs and being inside her cunt.  He flicked the switch of the wand and instantly her walls closed upon his shaft.  He stilled himself and let her muscles attempt to milk him.  When he felt the contractions strengthening he plunged full length inside her slamming into her cervix and feeling her climax as he withdrew and pressed the tip of his now creamy pole against her other hole. 

With steady pressure he forced his way in.  Then he began thrusting.  When she began to cry out he forced her face back into the pillow.  Turning the switch to high on the wand he also hit his high button and began to forcefully plunge deep in and out of her ass.  Her spasming cunt made her ass also tighten and he felt at times as if she might just pull his dick off if he tried to withdraw.  His humping her made her in turn hump the vibrating wand.  It was one continuous orgasm for her as he felt his own nearing.  He stopped fucking into her and let her milk the jism from his prick.  His own balls were pulling up tightening to expel the seed within them.  He felt the slimy spunk filling her making each of her contractions more arousing to his pole.  When he had spent his load her tightening muscles forced his now soft shaft from within her along with the seeping cream of his sperm.

He rolled off her but left her moaning and whimpering over the buzzing rod pressed against her mound.  He wondered how long it would take for her to realize she could roll off the torturous toy.

After the Storm

It was late. One I think and I had tossed and turned in bed listening to the rain on the roof and the thunder crack since I had gone to bed at ten. Restless I got up.  I was dressed in the tee shirt I had swiped from him last time we were together, so I could smell him at night with me if I couldn't touch him, and panties.  I padded my way down the hall. Looking out the patio door I could see the storm had finally passed. The moon was out full and the stars that you could see with the lights of the city twinkled. I couldn't resist walking out onto the deck. It would be fine. I was sure my neighbors were long since asleep and if they weren't the earlier rain would keep them inside.  They were old and less adventurous than I. I stepped out took a deep breath, smelling the clean washed scent the rain had lent to the night air. I ventured over to lean on the railing while I stared at the sky and enjoyed the night. That was when I heard the heavy footsteps on the wood of the deck. Too little time to think or retreat I found myself pushed over the hard wood railing a hand at my throat and the other reaching up under the tee shirt squueezing my breast as his body pushed hard into mine. My thoughts ran rampant. I started to scream and the hand tightened. I quit. I felt him yanking at my panties and the seams gave way....

I couldn't contain my cry when he forced into my ass dry.  His cock tearing my poor hole open as he forced his way in.  He wasn't small but I'm sure he felt twice the size he was because there was no lubricant.  He thrust twice cursed because it wasn't the smooth entry he wanted and withdrew.  He found the entry to my cunt much smoother.  He didn't halt thrusting within me.  Each stroke harder and deeper.  My body betrayed me and began seeping it's natural lube over and around his shaft.

"That's it darlin'"  he growled.  

A few more thrusts and he was wet to the balls.  He pulled out and attacked my rear passage again.  This time wet with my juices he slip in easier.  Pushing in ball deep he stopped leaned forward to my ear and whispered,

"Such a ride.  I'm gonna fuck you all night."

I whimpered giving into the sensations.  His hands groping my tits and his teeth biting into my shoulder through the tee shirt.  My whimpers only invigorated his thrusts.  Over and over he pounded into me.  My body tensed and trembled and a stream squirted down my legs puddling between my feet.

He pulled out.  Spun me around and forced me to my knees.  

"Suck it bitch.  And don't let me feel your teeth."

I reached up and cupped his balls in one hand.  My mouth opened and accepted his cock fresh from my ass.  He slipped past my lips, settled back into my throat and his hand held my head as he began thrusting again.  Fucking my face I manipulated his balls.  Testing the pressure I could exert to increase his pleasure.  Soon he too was moaning.  The drool dripped from the corners of my mouth as he used it over and over.  

It wasn't the all night he promised as when he lost his load down my throat.  I gagged and swallowed and licked at his pulsing cock.  Drinking every last drop.  When he finished he held out his hand and helped me rise.  He pulled me close, tipped my head up and his tongue thrust into my mouth.  He could taste the seed he just deposited down my throat on my tongue.  His arms wrapped tightly about me as he held me.

"That was so good baby, we'll have to do it again."

He was right.  He never fails to entice me.

She felt the stiff leather of the two inch wide thick black belt.  The edges were squared and she could remember the bite into her tender flesh when  her ass had been struck with it. She knew just how he would jump when the leather striped his flesh.  

As he bent toward the deck railing, his bound hands over the edge of the rail, bracing himself with his forearms, his legs were slightly spread.  She knew he was anticipating the feel of the belt.  She looked at his cheeks framed by the black leather chaps she had earlier ordered him to wear.  She reached her hand down and caressed the soft rounds of his backside.  Her hand felt cool to his warm flesh.  When she reached between his thighs and gave his scrotum a firm squeeze and a tug she heard what could only be described as a longing moan.  

She released his balls, stepped back and swung the belt double in her hand.  She watched as the tissue deepened in coloration.  The strike had startled him he had almost forgotten while she had played more intimately with him only the moment before.  Before he had time to adjust she struck the same area again carefully layering the stripe before.  This time he came up on his toes though he held tongue as he knew was expected.  She brought the belt down twice more before changing her target and striking him across the upper back.  Then she walked behind him pressed her body into his and whispered into his ear....

Even though she knew and trusted him she still trembled when he pulled the blade from his pocket.  When he opened it and lightly stroked it across her cheek and throat she gasped.  He didn’t cut her, didn’t press the blade in hard, it was more a cold steel caress.  She found herself holding her breath, afraid to move as if she inhaled the blade would surely pierce her. 

He used the blade to open her blouse.  He popped one button at a time down from the top of her bodice, lower, lower, slowly savoring her reactions.  She wanted to raise her hands to cover herself, she felt so naked, more so than when she was stripped bare in front of him.  She felt the blush of embarrassment and the cold of shame fill her.  There was something almost sinful she felt in having her clothing slowly cut away, slowly exposing her creamy flesh hidden beneath.

His slow meaningful pace just increased her fears.  He could hear her breath ragged and hard.  It made him hard, hard as the steel of the blade.  He felt the restrictions of his jeans and stopped only long enough to unzip them and to free his cock from the pants.  It bobbed out in front of him, leering at her, teasing her just as the blade was teasing her.  She felt the heat and the wetness seeping from her cunny.  She felt violated even though the man wielding the blade was the same man she pledged her love and service to daily.

When finally the blouse was open and the edges hanging at her sides, her ample bosoms spilled out.  Her breasts were almost bulging over the cups of her bra he smiled and slid the blade now warmed from her body heat between the shoulder straps of her bra and her skin. With a quick jerk he pulled the blade through first one strap then the other, each side with the release let her heavy tits drop lower and spill more over the cups of the sagging harness.  He wasn’t satisfied yet.  He wasn’t satisfied until he had slid the blade between her breasts and sawed at the fabric joining the cups. 

With each drag of the blade she felt it.  It slid between her boobs which were pressed inward by the push up cups.  When the fabric gave way each side sprang back as if some great tension had been released.  The missing cup support left her heavy tits swinging freely.  He stroked her breasts with the steel, circling inward towards her puckering nipples. 

She felt her knees growing weak and feared she might fall into the knife and feel it slice into her flesh.  She reached out looking for the wall to brace herself against falling when he grabbed her arm.   With his free hand, he wrenched it up and twisted it behind her back.  He forced her face and chest into the cool plaster of the wall.  As his body pinned her there he stroked her hair.  He cooed to her 

“My beautiful slut, what things I am going to do to you tonight.”

She shuddered.  She felt the fluids gush from her pussy.  She didn’t understand the odd combination of fear and excitement that invaded her senses. 

She started to relax and he growled again

“You are such a nasty, dirty slut and I am going to use you as one.  A street whore like you needs none of the bedroom niceties.  You crave what I am doing to you and before I am done you are going to beg me for what I can do to you.  Are you afraid?”

She didn’t answer him.   She didn’t know how to answer him, was she afraid of him?  No, she was afraid of him but she was afraid of him wielding the knife and this twisted side of him she hadn’t seen before.  This darkness he had spoke of in low warning tones.  The darkness she said he shouldn’t fear releasing on her, now she wondered if she had been right could he contain the beast within.

When she didn’t answer he grabbed a fist full of her hair and forced her with a yank to her knees.  Roughly she fell hard to the floor and he tugged her hair back making her look up at him from her lowly position.  She squeezed her eyes shut not ready to look deep into his eyes.  She was afraid of what she might see within, the endless dark that leads to evil.  Besides blocking his eyes she was hoping to hold back the tears welling, threatening to wet her face.  He gazed down onto her.

There was no hope of holding the tears back when the back of his hand met her cheek.

“You didn’t answer me bitch.  Do you fear me whore?”

She meekly nodded.

“You should” he boomed.

“If I didn’t find pleasure in the silken walls of your fat cunt or in that milking asspussy of yours, I might have just fucked you with this knife to see you hurt.  But I’m not going to spoil my treasures, perhaps I will just settle for carving my initials in that round ass of yours.”

The tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping from her chin to the floor below, sometimes hitting the carpet sometimes hitting her bare thighs.

She shook her head hard side to side regardless of the pull on her hair,

“No please Sir, I beg of you, anything…. Anything ... just put the blade away, pleassseee Master!”

He considered for a moment or pretended to, then without commenting he ran the blade over her back and shoulder blades tracing an erotic pattern.  He watched as her muscles tensed and relaxed feeling the blade carving an intricate design in her flesh.  He didn’t cut into her but used enough pressure with the back side, the blunt edge of the blade to leave a nice thin pink line marking her white skin.

She began again to beg him to stop when she felt the blade leave her back and press into the skin under her chin.  The tip barely piercing the tender covering of her throat until a pinprick of blood appeared.  She whimpered and he pushed her back face and chest into the carpeting.

“Stay cunt, don’t you move.”

As the words were spoken he pressed down hard onto her ass with his palm assisting himself to rise up from the floor where he had crouched just seconds before to hiss his command in her ear.  She felt herself an object, detached, a end table or a stool for his use.  The coarse carpet burned her cheek, she must have rubbed roughly across the fibers when he shoved her down.  She was aware of the texture against her chest as well.

She heard him return and the jingle of chains.  She felt his big hand pressing into the small of her back as he lowered himself again to crouch beside her.

“Arms behind you.” He barked.

She clasp her hands behind her back.

“No! beside one another.”

She undid her hands and rested them side by side, wrists together. 

She felt him lacing her arms together, cinching them tighter and closer together.  Wrists to elbows he wove them together.  Having her arms pulled tight behind her pushed her breast out farther from her chest and the movement of his working the ropes in and out over and under made her drag her erect nipples against the rough floor.

She moaned when he grabbed her at the throat and helped her to rise back to sitting on her heels.  She looked at what was next, the thick black leather collar.  He looped it around her neck and tightened it until only two fingers could be slipped inside.  Then he buckled it and produce the jingling chain, a metal dog leash with a simple black leather strap for a handle.

He clipped the lead to the “D” ring at the front of her collar then tugged for her to crawl or more like shuffle on her knees after him.  Her heavy tits bounced as they jutted out from her body enhanced by her arms tightly bound behind.  The effect was lost on him as he continued to pull her forward.  At the doorway in the hall he halted her.  He dropped the lead and stepped behind her.  There again he knelt this time binding her ankles together while telling her to spread her knees wide in front.  When he finished binding her ankles together he secured her wristed to her ankles making her back arch as well.  Her tits on display pushed to their fullest out in front of her.  She felt exposed and humiliated.  It didn’t help when he reached forward and slapped each one hard leaving his handprint behind pink on her white globes.

She didn’t make a sound, frightened to even whimper.  This was a side she hadn’t seen.  There was not a hint of tenderness or sympathy.  He grabbed the black leather of the leads handle and pulled hard upward making her try to stretch upward.  With a little difficulty he slipped the loop of the handle over the hook protruding above the door.  Her head was tipped slightly back as the “D” ring on the collar was pulled up towards the ceiling and her wrists held her backward.

He left her facing the bed, not able to fully visualize the room in her restraints.

She could see as he placed one by one the instruments of torture on the bed in front of her.  The flogger, the quire and the various other leathers, then canes not one but two, and then the smaller toys which she couldn’t make out individually being unable to lower her head enough for a clear view.

When he stepped in front of her he stepped out of his jeans.  She watched his cock bob against his stomach.  She unconsciously licked at her lips.  She was always hungry for him.  He laughed.

“Cock hungry whore!”

He slapped his rigid member against her cheeks.

“You aren’t getting this… at least not yet.  I have too much fun planned yet.”

Then he stepped back stroking his big hand down the shaft.  His hands were large but his cock was still larger, more than a handful.

She did whimper then.  And he stepped forward cane in hand and brought it down hard across both breasts.  An angry red welt crossed over in a line.  She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. 

“Don’t want to see what’s comin’ Bitch?  That’s okay I’d rather you be surprised and just feel it.” 

And with that said he slipped the fur lined black leather mask down over her eyes.

With the blindfold in place her hearing took over.  The small whispers of noise boomed now like brass tubas.  She heard the shuffling of material and then swish of air and crack of the whip tip.  It wasn’t near her but she expected it next when she heard his steps nearer.

The bite of the whip wasn’t what she felt cut into her next, it was the unmerciful jaws of the nipple clamps as he set them in and tightened them.  They hung from her nipples, ugly adornments, bobbing in the air.  He batted at each and watched with pleasure the grimace on her brow.  He selected the flogger next and began a series of cross whippings of each tit.  Each blow tugged at the nasty clamps.  Each flogging made the jaws bite into her tender nubs harder.  Her tears were caught up in the fur of the mask but her sobs were evidence of her weeping. 

She tried to reposition herself to lessen the strain on her neck and in doing so brought her knees the slightest bit closer together.  He noticed and brought his foot up hard between her thighs just at the v.  She jerked back against the chain and if it weren’t so tight would have toppled sideways.  She worked to open her thighs farther and barely managed a half an inch.  He helped her pushing them wider a hand on each knee.  He slipped the spreader in between, not binding her to it but letting the flesh on the inside of her legs press into the ends.  She would bruise from the pressure but she wouldn’t close in the least during his ministrations. 

His fingers on her chin told her to open her mouth and he grazed the tip inside.

“Suck bitch”

She sealed her lips tightly around the head and nursed.  She couldn’t take any more than he offered unable to bob her head.  When he pulled out she spoke.

“No!”

Followed by a whimper she had realized her folly.  He pulled down hard on her chin and pushed the full length of his cock into her throat, a few powerful thrusts and he withdrew again.

“That’s the last wish I will grant you tonight.”

She felt his hand closing around her throat.

“Understand bitch your mine.”

His growl made her shudder and goose bumps stood out on her body.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

She heard him curse himself and wondered what had happened.

It wasn’t until she felt him prodding between her legs she realized he had intended to plug her holes before binding her wrists to her ankles.  Unwilling to release her and make it easy on both of them he went about working the fat red gel plug under her and into her puckered rosebud.  She tried to relax to ease it’s entry but the fear was making her clench.  It wasn’t until she pushed that he was able to penetrate the ring and shove the tip to the broaden middle to the base inside her. 

She burned from the unlubed entry.  Thankfully her juices had slicked her hole enough that she didn’t tear accepting the phallus.  She was red burning with shame because she was so wet and knew he could feel it.  She didn’t know about the puddle between her thighs; she was unable to know her cunt weeped as openly as her tears had flowed not being able to close her thighs and feel the flowing fluid.

 She was confused at the next feeling.  He was buckling her lower region into some type of harness.  It almost felt like the straps of the strap-on but what purpose would that serve.  She didn’t have long to question she knew it was the strap-on harness when he cinched the last buckle.  Instead of the familiar flat base of the fake cock she felt a bulbous head, almost the size of a tennis ball it pressed into her lips.  He reached between and spread her lips allowing the rough covering of the balled head to rest against her protruding clit.  If she moved she felt it was supported almost making her feel like a tripod.  She rocked forward enjoying the pressure against her clit taking her mind off the tension in her shoulders and neck.

He circled her and beat her about the tops of her shoulders and upper back with the quirt.  She began jerking in anticipation of each landing.  And then she felt it the tremendous buzz and vibration against her clit. 

The pain became pleasure and the pleasure pain as the intense vibration on her clit drove her into a frenzy as now he whipped at her breasts and the clamps on her nipples.  Her sounds were indiscernible between cries and moans.  And when she thought she could stand no more the vibrations ceased.  The absence of sensation on her clit allowed the full pain of the clamps being pulled from her nipples to consume her, she shrieked.

“That’s it whore sing to me”

Her scream became heavy sobs.  He didn’t stop but began tugging and pinching at the abused nipples.  His fingers became the instruments of torture and his cock pressed at her mouth.  At first she didn’t understand until he yanked hard on her hair and her mouth opened and the fat head with its drooled tip pushed in against her tongue.  She sobbed and he fucked her mouth.  Her crying making her choke on her own drool.

Then she felt the vibrations again.  She pressed hard forward into the head of the tripod held to her body by the strap-on harness.  She suckled and rubbed feeling the need not only to cum but to nurse at his manhood.  Each need in her driving the other to compete, he was enjoying her hunger for him.  She suckled and chewed sometimes not so gently on his turgid member.

He turned off the vibrations and let her concentrate on his pleasure.  She didn’t miss a moment rolling her tongue over and around flicking at the tip trying to force it into the slit at the tip.  She was trying to fuck his pee hole with her tongue.  He felt the drawing on his ball sac and pulled out.  He wasn’t about to cum yet this was too much fun.

He left her dangling from her leash while he walked into the kitchen.  She heard him in the background dropping ice into a glass.  He was fixing himself a drink.  Her thirst responded.  Suddenly her throat was dry and she wanted to ask him for one for herself too but the fear kept her silent.  Minutes passed and it seemed like eternity that she was left dangling and aching.  A five second burst of vibrations between her legs reminded her who was in control.

She wanted to cum, needed to cum, it was beginning to hurt she needed it so badly.  Her whole body felt alive.  The slightest motion of the air felt like heat scorching her flesh.  And so it felt when the first drips of wax trailed over her shoulders rolling down her milky mounds.  She felt the wax harden in its path.  She felt him tipping the candle over and over making her a shield.  The sensation not new but certainly one she hadn’t felt in sometime.  It was pleasurable yet in her heightened state of arousal frustrating she wanted to cum.

When she opened her mouth she intended to beg but instead she felt him pulling at her tongue and clipping the end with a clothes pin.  She blushed again in humiliation.  When she formed the words the were slurred

“Please Sir, please Daddy, Master, I need release.  Please make me cum.  Let this slut of yours cum, it hurts.”

Her reward for her mumbled speech was feeling him strike her wax coated chest with a small paddle beating the wax in clumps from her breasts.  They ached too in need of her release.  Her whole body felt as if it were swollen and ready to burst at the seams with built up fluids. 

“Nasty drooling whore you don’t deserve to cum.”

And with that he turned the wand back on pulsing it slow then high frustrating her.  It wasn’t until he saw her tears  non stop down her cheeks did he leave the vibrations running long enough for her to find her release as he bit into her shoulder.  The ring of teeth marks swelling the instant he removed his mouth.

She came and hard and she kept cumming.  She whimpered the pleasure was pain now. 

“Please Sir no more, it hurts it hurts bad.”

He laughed,

“Deal with it”

And with that he left the room.  She struggled to pull away but the harness kept the head in place her sensitive nub now flamed in pain.  She was struggling when it all stopped.  He slid his hand with an ice pack in between then removed his hand leaving the ice behind.  The cold such a shock burned.  Then it began numbing.

He took to striping her again with his tools.  She was tiring the intensity wearing on her so she sagged against her restraints.  He saw this and stopped.  He removed the harness, then unhooked the lead from overhead and took the knife slicing through the ropes that were bound behind her.  She would have fallen forward had his hand not stopped her.  He linked a finger through the “D” ring and pulled her into the bedroom, there he pushed her hard face first into the bed and standing behind her plundered her gaping wet cunt.  Her walls so slick with her cum he couldn’t feel her walls tightening around him.  He cursed and instead pulled the plug from her ass and in a single motion replaced it with his cock, slick from her cunt juice into her stretched asshole.  He met no resistance.

“Take it fuck hole.”

“Clench on me whore, make me feel that ass fucking me back.”

She heard the words and struggled to make her body comply.  She tightened her abdominal muscles clenching and releasing.  It must have worked he was grunting with each thrust.

“Take it bitch, take it slut, feel it, milk it whore.”

It became a mantra said over and over with little variation.

He grunted and rammed into her ass feeling every inch of her pipeline stretching to hold him then hugging onto him trying to expel him.  He was in control.

When his balls drew up this time he wasn’t stopping or at least not for long.  He pulled his cock out of her ass and shoved her on the floor, seating himself on the edge of the bed.  He pulled her up by her ears and her mouth over his cock.  She took him into her mouth sucking stroking wanting to make him cum to spill his hot seed into her gullet.

When her motions weren’t enough to satisfy him he stood grasping the back of her head to hold her steady began heavy hard long thrusts through her mouth and down her throat all the while reveling in her reflex gags.  It was one of her gags that pushed him over the edged and his cock pulsed its seed into her.  He held her tight all the way down her nose shoved into his belly his cock fully embedded in her throat and came a long steady stream emptying his balls into her feeling as if more was being drawn from his very essence.

When he was done he fell back on the bed drained.  She stayed kneeling in her spot on the floor a bit of drool and cum at the edge of her mouth.  She wiped at it with the back of her hand then licked at the hand she wiped with.

“Come here pet, come to Daddy”

His voice this time low but soft, the tone loving caressed her ears.

She crawled up onto the bed beside him and felt his arm draw her in tight.

“What a nasty bitch whore you are, but you are mine.”

She smiled snuggling tighter, she felt loved.

Touch

TOUCH

She was looking in the mirror.  A little self examination every so often was good for everyone she thought.  It had been a while since she really had taken a good look at her body.  Her finger traced over a feint bruise just barely visible on her left breast.  When her fingers reached her nipple she let them circle, watching in the mirror as it hardened and came to a point.  She couldn’t help pinching and twisting it just a bit.

It was strange watching herself.  Even though she could feel what her own hands were doing, she felt almost as if she was watching someone else.  She continued stroking and pinching both breasts and nipples now, enjoying the sensation produce by her touch, but being more aroused by watching.  Is this what she looked like to him when he asked her to touch herself as he watched?

With this thought roaming thru the recesses of her mind, she wandered back into the bedroom.  She opened the closet door, the one with the full length mirror mounted on the inside.  Then walking to the nightstand she gathered a few of her toys and walked back sitting down on the floor in front of the open door.  She sat with her legs extended in front of her, her thighs spread open as if she were waiting for someone to come and sit between them leaning back into her as if she were their backrest.

She watched in the mirror as she used her fingers to spread the lips of her moist cunt open.  The mirror reflecting back her rosy snatch, she seemed mesmerized.  She took the two small clamps and attached one to each lip, lapping the attached chains over her thighs and tucking them under.  The clamps pulled and held her pussy lips open letting her see the wetness seeping from its source.

She dipped her finger into the creamy wetness and used it as lubrication as she smoothed it over the surrounding tissue.  She didn’t know if she was more aroused from the sight or the feel of what she was doing.  She reached up behind her and dragged two of the pillows from the bed down putting them behind her back for a little support as she leaned back.  She wanted easier access but did not want to lose sight of the scene unfolding in the mirror.

She picked up a flesh colored silicone dildo from the toys she had gathered in the drawer and watched herself taking it into her mouth, swallowing it as if it were His cock.  She suckled and tongued the fake phallic savoring the feel on her tongue and blocking her airway as she slid it deeper into her throat.  She held it within her throat as long as she could swallowing and waiting as the feeling of being light headed took over, only then did she pull the silicone shaft from her throat.

She didn’t waste a moment lowering it to her seeping twat.  She twisted the organ as she shoved it deeply and roughly inside her.  When she had pushed it as far in as it could go, only then did she start to pull it back ramming it over and over inside her as she sat watching.  She allowed herself one long lick of the fake penis before coating the shaft with KY and pressing it against her asshole.  She watched as she pushed the dildo’s head against her puckered hole, and then as she used her muscles pushing to allow the ring to loosen and let the head poke through the tight ring.  She fucked her ass just as mercilessly as she had her cunt.

Her own moans filled the room but just like the image in the mirror to her is sounded as if it were someone else instead of her own voice.  The musky smell of her cunt juices filled the room.  When she had worked her ass hard for a few moments she stopped the pounding movements and left the large phallic lodged deep inside herself. 

She selected a second slightly smaller but ridged vibrator and rubbed it over the outside of her sex.  She twisted the motor on and held it against her exposed clit, watching her holes contracting in the mirror.  It wasn’t long before she was breathing in pants and her lusty cries signaled her cumming.

As the climax subsided she took the ridged pole and shoved it into her still contracting snatch.  She fucked herself into a second orgasm.  Ramming the silicone in and out she felt the two shafts rubbing against one another through the thin membrane wall that separated them.  She released the end of the vibrator leaving it also inside her.  Only the bases of the two shafts crammed within her showed in the mirror, and as her cunt and ass muscles contracted she watched as they bobbed up and down with each other.

She then took the two vicious looking clamps from beside her.  First she opened the toothed jaw of one and placed it on her finger wincing as she released the jaws and it bit into the skin.  Reaching down she pulled the right nipple out from her breast with the fingers on her left hand.  She stretched it toward the mirror twisting and pulling, then finally opening the clamp with her right hand bringing her nipple inside the toothed jaws she released the clamp, not easing it gently but letting the jaws snap shut.  When the jaws clamped tight into the tender skin a few of the teeth broke the surface and a scant trace of red blood appeared.  She moaned and then tugged at the clamp reveling in the pain shooting from the nipple to her clit.

She repeated the action for the second nipple and this time cried out louder as the jaws snapped tight on the stretched tip.  She tugged both clamps and whimpered and moaned feeling the agony and letting it take hold deep within her.

The clamps biting into her nipples, her nether lips held wide open by another set of clamps and both holes plugged she had only one last task.  She took the tube of menthol rub and squeezed a generous amount out onto her index finger.  She took the finger and rubbed the salve into her burgeoning clit.  The burning sting was immediate and so was her climax.  She rubbed hard at her clit, not worrying if she was bruising the delicate organ just needing the rough treatment.

She reached for the last clamp and as she snapped it shut on the angry red nub she saw him in the mirror.  How long he had sat in silence watching as she tortured her sex she didn’t know, but what she did know was he was ready for her.  His hard manhood stood out from his body, even with his hand wrapped around the shaft one of hers could have easily joined his without covering the tip.  She wanted to feel him.  She wanted him to use her.  She took her hand to remove the fake cocks in her holes and felt him grab a handful of her hair.

With her hair he pulled her head back and drove his cock into her throat, fucking it as if it were a loose cunt of a street whore instead of the tight throat of his pet.  Each time the head of his cock passed into the small passage of her throat he groaned.  He pumped in and out of her mouth over and over.  Releasing her hair he took a tit in each hand and closed them tightly around the milky globes.  As his hands squeezed tighter and tighter she whimpered the clamps on her engorged nipples biting in harder with the pressure his hands squeezing forced upon them.

When he released her breasts his hand prints stood out on her fair skin, it was obvious by morning there would be purple outlines of his fingers ringing both tits.  He pulled his cock from her mouth, grabbed her hair and forced her onto her knees facing the mirror.  He pulled the flesh colored dildo from her ass and replaced it with his own larger member, lube only with her saliva.  He watched her face as he pushed her pained tits into the floor and bounced off her ass as he plowed into her.

They were both grunting and panting as her climax forced his.  She watched in the mirror as he grabbed her hips pummeling into her forcefully for the final thrusts, her whole body being shoved and pulled back and forth with his movements.  Her body was trembling with the combination of exquisite pleasure coupled with intense pain.  When he finally ceased plunging into her and withdrew he sat back on his haunches and watched as she curled into a ball before him.  Her hands were cradling her tender boobs.  He reached down and slowly squeezed the jaws of first one then the other clamp open from her nipples.  The tears were real as the blood rushed back into the abused tips.  He then scooped her up and cradled her in his lap as she whimpered herself back to reality.

Mid Week Gathering-Omaha- February 17th

This month's Mid Week Gathering, Thursday, February 17th, in Omaha will be at the Arena Sports Bar and Grille3809 N 90th St, (4 blocks north of 90th & Maple).  To see their menu visit www.arenaomaha.com.  We will start at 7:30 and end when the last person leaves or they kick us out.  Last month we had a great turn out over 24 attended.  I hope to see everyone again and more.  Anyone and everyone are welcome as long as you are respectful of each other.  If you are new and joining us or old and don't remember us just look for the frog on the table and that's us.  Come out and relax, enjoy and have some fun!! if you need more information please feel free to message me.
C

Mid Week Gathering - Lincoln- Thursday, February 3rd

Just a note to thank everyone who turned out to the meet and greet last night in Omaha.  It was great to see familiar and new faces.  I think we ended up with 24 not bad for it being 8 degrees out.  Look for details coming soon on the next mid week gathering.

Submit to me..... such powerful words.

I am yours.... the only response that is needed.

Mid Week Gathering Omaha- Announcement

This Thursday, January 20th, will be the Mid Week Gathering in Omaha.  We will be meeting at the Shark Club adjacent to the Quality Inn at 72nd and Center Street starting at 7:30.  Everyone is welcome as long as they are respectful of others and their privacy.  If you do not recognize or know me look for the table with the frog.  This is looking like a great group of people coming.  Come out and meet others in your community.  If you have questions please feel free to message.

Mid Week Gatherings- Announcement

This Thursday will be the first mid week gathering in Lincoln.  January 13th, at 7 pm at Legend's Bar and Grille approximately 84th and Holdrege, the  southwest corner.  Look for the frog on the table that will be us.  Hope you can join us!  Just a casual get together to get to know others in the community.  All I ask is everyone to respect one another.

If you would like more information please feel free to message me.

Omaha coming soon!

Lonely Night Cravings

There are some nights that seem to vanish and then there are the other kinds of nights; the nights that seconds stretch into minutes and the minutes are endless.   Tonight was one of those nights, one of the endless empty nights when my hand involuntarily reaches across the bed searching you out even though I know you aren’t in my bed but miles away from me.  It was one of those nights when all I want to do is to curl up in the crook of your arm, my head on your chest, hearing your breath and feeling the rise and fall of your chest.  I know if I move even subtly, though you are sleeping, your arm will gather me tight against you and you will hold me close and I will feel safe and loved, protected against the night and the outside.

On a night like that, you holding me tight to your chest, the imagined fears kept at bay by your protection, I know your comfort.  I know all I need to do is allow my tongue to graze your chest or my mouth seal around your nipple and begin to suckle and you will rouse. Your hands will begin to slowly stroke my back and arms.  They are the intimate strokes of a lover who knows my body better than I know it myself.  Someone who plays me like a treasured instrument, fine tuning the strings, I feel the familiar warmth returning to my body, the dampening of intimate places. 

I feel your response. I hear it in your breathing as it deepens and becomes more ragged.  I feel your fingers brush the side of my breast and know soon they will encircle it, squeezing and kneading until I moan.  Once I have made that first sound of pleasure there is no turning back, no stopping what has been set into motion.  You will roll to your side and push me to my back, your mouth will latch onto my nipple and you will greedily nurse as your hand wrings my tit as if to milk me.  The electric surge of your action will run rampant in my senses, from breast to clit the surge will possess me and my body will become yours.

I will unconsciously part my thighs and my hips will rise with each squeeze of your fingers.  My teeth will bite into my bottom lip as I take a deep breath in holding it as the fingers of your other hand caress the inside of my thigh then brush between the wet lips of my sex.  You gently massage but only for a moment, you aren’t in a hurry, even though it’s late and I have woken you, you want it to last.  You bring your fingers up I smell my scent on them, I reach out pulling your hand towards my face and when they are close enough I suck those fingers, the fingers that just caressed me, tasting my own wetness on them.  The flavor is sweet and the texture creamy.  You let me tongue them teasingly for a few moments until from deep down you growl.  When you growl I know you will let me leave a trail of wet kisses down your chest.  I will slowly drag my tongue rounding your ear, gently nibbling your neck, biting into your shoulder until once again I reach your nipple and stop for a moment to suck first one then the other.  My fingers slowly knead your flesh.  My mouth leaves your nipple and my tongue leaves a wet line down to your belly button.  I kiss downward until my lips reach the curls of your pubic hair and your cock brushes against my cheek. 

I want to wrap my lips around you and suckle but first my fingers tease over your balls and stroke up your shaft.  My fingers encircle your dick and I gently squeeze moving my hand back towards your body pulling the foreskin covering your glistening head back with my fingers.  I teasingly lick the wet slit on the end of your cock as my mouth opens and surrounds the tip.  I let my tongue caress the smooth silken skin.  The texture excites my tongue and I slide you deeper into my mouth. 

I am anxious but your fingers knot in my hair.  Your grasp slows me and guides my mouth deeper onto your cock.  I feel the head pushing deep into my mouth, the head brushing the back of my tongue,  I know you want to feel my throat.  I try to swallow to open and prepare for your entry but I’m not quite ready.  You sense that my throat isn’t open to accepting of your girth yet and your hand flattens against the back of my head.  The pressure of your hand push my mouth farther down your shaft, I feel the resistance of my throat tight around you but know you are not giving up.  The steady pressure of your hand increases until finally my throat stretches open enough for you to slide in.  As you slide in and my lips feel the curl of your pubes my throat contracts as I gag unprepared for your entry so deep.  You hold my head still; you are lodged deep into my throat, feeling the contractions of my gagging.  Your growl is deeper and finally you release your hold on my head knowing I need to breath.  You know I won’t take you out of my mouth but will stroke your shaft with my lips sealed tightly around, shallow at first then deeper each time until you are once again in my throat this time it is open to you, more prepared for your entry.  I will swallow to replicate the gagging sensation so that I might here that low growl again. 

My hand will cup just under your balls and close pressing upward until I feel the rest of your shaft concealed within your body.  I will stroke keeping tempo with the motion of my mouth until I need to take less of you.  When that happens my hand will circle your dick and I will continue to stroke while just the head of your cock fills my mouth and my tongue plays over it.  Eventually you grasp my hair again and pull me off your cock. 

You kiss me then pushing me backward part my thighs roughly with your hands.  I know you want to taste me, to tongue me, but I want to feel you inside me.  I try to push you back but that only results in you grabbing my wrists and pinning them down as you lap at me.   I want to struggle against you but I know it’s senseless, you will take what you want and give what you want.  You will make me beg for what I need all the time forcing my pleasure. 

My whimpers get to you.  You know I need to feel you within.  You aren’t ready to give in to me but you make a concession and you press two fingers into my sodden cunt.  They curl forward and rake over my ‘g’ spot as your teeth gently bite into my clit at the same time.  You feel the hot rush of fluids coat your hand wetting your beard.  You don’t stop but urge me on.  I can’t help but vocalize my pleasure and I know that will only make you push my limits. It seems to go on forever until finally you give into my pleas.

You release me and I roll to my stomach scooting to the edge of the mattress.  I rise to my knees teasingly wiggling my ass at you.  I feel your hands skim over my bottom and rest on my lower back.  I feel the head of your cock grazing between my thighs, rubbing against my wetness.  I push back towards you wanting to feel you inside me.  You pause, you ask, you want me to tell you how and where I want it.  All I know is I want it.  I struggle to tell you just fuck me, anyway, anywhere, just to bury yourself inside me, but you hold back waiting to hear me tell you.  I battle to say the words you want to hear.  Finally I tell you, I half scream half whimper fuck my cunt hard please. 

Your hands move to my hips and in one long forceful stroke you enter me hitting the back of me, bruising my cervix.  You pull out just as quick and repeat the motion, me pushing back into you over and over until you still me.  You stay still and then you speak, you know what I want pet.  And with those words you pull out of me and the head of your cock finds a new entrance.  You wait knowing my desperation to feel you inside me will have me pushing back onto you accepting you into me deep.  You know I won’t stop until you are lodged just as deep as you were before.

Once you have reached as far into me as you can you will begin pushing into me and pulling me off you.  You will feel the warmth of my wetness seeping down over your balls knowing it is spattering down to the mattress below, hopefully we remembered a towel underneath or that side of the bed will need to dry for days.  We are both beyond caring now.  You are driven as much as I am now.  You need to be in me as much as I need you there.  The pounding continues thru changes in positions, through orgasm after orgasm for me, until finally as my ass clenches around you again your grasp tightens and a guttural growl erupts just as your cock erupts. 

I don’t want to release you from me but slowly you extricate yourself from within me.  You nudge me over and return to my side, holding me in the crook of your arm again, my head on your chest.  I listen as your breathing becomes slower and rhythmic knowing you have fallen back into your slumber. 

I feel the empty spot beside me and remember, wanting, needing and craving you there.

Midweek Gatherings