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justkaye
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Looking for someone who is real and your reality is more than window shopping in the house of kink. There are those that say they live this life 24/7, good for them. I doubt it. It is more plausible to live this life blended with the vanilla world. Incorporating facets of both. I am looking to share this life with?a woman and the joys and pleasures we can have together.
I enjoy the mental aspect of bdsm. Getting to know what you want, what you need better than your own self. To develop a bond that blocks out everyone else in the room... to know the lightest caress from me will send shivers throughout your body... to hear that moan escape your lips when I breathe across the back of your neck and whisper in your ear my plans for you later on.
I?hope you to be literate and to enjoy good conversation and to be able to discuss a wide variety of subjects.
I am not a user or player, I am not looking for a doormat. I want thinking partners, someone who will bring as much to the relationship in as many different facets as possible and for those to overlap and diverge from mine.
I am not perfect and am not in search of perfection. I am in search of a partner who though submissive brings as much as?they give to this relationship and I will do the same...
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My sweet vixen, it was not long after you returned home from our first meeting you decided to surprise me. It was going to be a couple of months to get caught up with your business and to have set aside enough free time to make an extended return trip.
You knew my appreciation and enjoyment of the contrast of a woman's flesh and various forms of decoration. I had made mention in my profile I like tattoos and piercings on women. We text, call and email virtually every day. During one of these calls you blurted out you wanted to surprise me and wanted my permission to do so. Not too sure what you had in mind, I asked for some clarification. Your voice was slightly quavering in excietment and nervousness as you replied "it is something you will enjoy master". Not too sure what it could be since there are so many things I do enjoy I asked for further clarification. To which you replied "I am going to only do half and if it meets with your approval I want you there for the other half".
This is the kind of thing I enjoy as you well know and with no further concern gave my permission.
The weeks flew by as they are want to do and soon I would be going to the airport to pick you up again. We were going to have 2 long weeks together with few interruptions. Finally the date arrived for you to fly out to join me. Looking at you on the curb outside the arrival gate with your carry-on luggage beside you I smiled and felt the warmth that comes from the connection we have. I was naturally curious as to what the surprise was and not seeing anything out of the ordinary only further piqued my interest. Pulling up to where you were on the curb I got out to put your suitcase in the back and to pull you to me and kiss you as I like. It never matters where we are when I kiss you long and deep, nor that my hands are both caressing you and cradling you as you fall into my embrace. Once in the car and driving home we begin to talk about your flight and what I had planned for us to do while you were here this time. Looking over at you I could see your excitement as you sat there telling me about your trip, showing me your latest beadwork on your necklace and just brimming with anticipating my response to the "surprise". The drive was always longer when alone or taking you back to the airport. So this time it was a surprise we came by the lake as quickly as we did. Grabbing my hand you tell me you want to stop and go for a quick swim. I chuckle and tell you ok, but neither of us have suits. You laugh and tell me you planned it that way. Parking the truck on the side of the road you jump out and run down to the edge of the lake. Before I can get there you are out splashing in the water and enticing me in. Shaking my head I walk down and see your clothes tossed onto the branches of a bush near the waters edge. I take note of what is there and compare it to what I had directed you to wear, or more to the point what not to wear and smiled knowing you were skinny dipping. Slowly taking my clothes off I watch as you splash and dive in the water. Entering and swimming to you I catch a glint of something. I figure it was a reflection from the sun off a droplet of water. As I draw near you dive straight down and come shooting up into my arms to be held close. It is then I know what the surprise was, what it was which had caught my eye... your left nipple was pierced and had a ring of steel through it. Of course I also couldnt miss it because when I caught you it was level with my face. Smiling and pulling you to me I took it in my mouth and used my tongue and teeth to inspect it, to feel it, to appraise it and to show you my pleasure at the surprise. Still holding you I look up to see tears coming from your eyes. "do you like it master?" you ask. "Yes I do my sweet vixen, I like it very much". You tell me how you wanted to tell me but also wanted to surprise me and were also very nervous about the pain and the risk of displeasing me that you actually walked in and out of the piercer's store 3 times before settling down and getting it done. During the healing time it was sore but you did the salt water rinses as you were directed to do. It was good thinking on your part to get it done so it would heal by our next time together.
I knew you were looking at me as I looked at your lovely pierced nipple and we both knew your return trip would be more symmetrical. I made plans then and there to take you to a local piercer and have the right one done by me before you left for your final return home. Your next trip would be coming home to me once all your things were in order. I planned to fly out and rent a moving van to bring you and your things home. The trip would be full of fun and sightseeing and perhaps a thing or two to write about here..... |
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You identified yourself as a slave in your profile. A slave who willing gives over all of herself to a master or dom. For so long you wanted to do just that, give over all control, all choices and to be taken and used for pleasure with no limits but for those I choose.
You happened upon my profile and saw I was a master. One to whom all could be given if there was trust and respect earned. One who would take you to the edge, hold you there and then once you were taken beyond the edge would also comfort you in my arms afterwards. We danced the delicate dance of getting to know one another via emails, texts and phone calls. Everything seemed right, it all felt like it fit, both of us were thinking the same thing at the same time after our first time together.
You learned I was as my profile described. I was not an insane, demeaning, inarticulate asshole. You saw the truth and consistency of my words through my actions.
I was pleasantly surprised when you mentioned meeting next week. Not that I was opposed to it, just that it was sooner than I had planned. I wanted to give you more time getting to know me to let you see I am as consistent and trustworthy as I claim.
I knew every time I came online to chat you jumped with excitement, that your pulse quickened and your passion grew hotter and wetter.
With the time and place set all that was needed was for the week to pass. We were meeting in a motel just off the interstate, in a corner room far from the rest of the ears in the other rooms. I told you to wear something you would feel comfortable in and to come straight to the room when you arrived. The door opened slightly as you knocked though there was no response you pushed harder and the door fully opened. There was a note on a chair facing the door "come in & prepare yourself" was all it said. You called out to me but no answer came from the only other room, the bathroom and so in you came. You picked the note up and tried to smell me on it, to get a sense of who I was, what I was like and what I wanted from you. You looked at my handwriting and imagined those hands leaving trails of goosebumps on your skin as easily as the letters on the page. You were looking at the page still when you heard the door close and my voice tell you "do not turn around slave". Your heart jumped in your throat and bolts of current flashed across your body in your excitement. "How long were you going to stand there until you prepared yourself?" You had no idea how long you had been holding my note, wondering. "It seems now I will have to prepare you myself" I tell you. I can tell you are looking around the room trying to catch a glimpse of me.
I lean in close to smell your scent at the back of your neck, you feel the heat from my face there and moan. I smile knowing full well what I am going to find when my hands begin to explore and claim you. I can see your nipples so erect and so in need of touch of a masters hands and tongue and teeth. As I step back to look at you again I see you sway back and forth. I know you are dripping wet with anticipation.
I gently place a blindfold over your eyes and whisper in your ear "are you ready my slave...."
Your voice is as whisper escaping your lips but resonates within your head as you reply "yes master".
Stepping back I reach to my side and slowly and quietly withdraw my knife. I begin to slowly strip you by cutting your clothing off. First your sleeves are slit from your wrist to the shoulder seam. Caressing your skin with my fingers causes you to try to push to me to feel me more. "tsk, tsk... dont move, not even an inch" I tell you. Cutting the sleeves off at the shoulder I hold the back of the collar and cut down to your waist. Tugging the shirt from your waistband I finish the cut and let your top fallto the floor.
So many thoughts are rushing through your mind, all at once, all clamoring for answers and all irrelevant because you are with your master.
I cut through your bra straps at the top of your shoulders and smile as I see your breasts tight with lust holding their place. I trail the blade down your spine and in one quick slice am through the strap at the hooks. Your breasts feel so free, so full, so vulnerable after being freed this way. Your nipples are so erect, so krinkly around the aerola. I tap them with the flat of my blade and watch your reaction.
"Your skirt is next my pet" I tell you and with those words slide the edge down along the right side from your waist to the edge in one smooth stroke. Tossing it aside I am able to breathe in your scent, looking I can see your panties are soaked from the front to the back. Reaching down I cut through the laces on your shoes and lift each foot and cut the sock off before setting it back down bare.
Standing and walking around you I am pleased with what I see, not only with your body but your response as well. moving close I reach down and you feel me grab the waist of your panties. "This is the last you will need of these" I whisper to you and with one slice cut the back free from the top and remove it quickly from the front pulling it through your drenched pussy lips fast. You moan and tremble and I remind you not to cum until, or if I allow it.
Using my hands along with my eyes I continue to appraise your body and your responses to me. Squeezing your tits, milking them to your nipples I watch as you bite your lips as you struggle not to cum. Without any warning I spank your ass. "Do you like slave" that I ask? You reply "yes master I do". "Do you want more slave?" "Yes master, if it pleases you." The more you push your ass back to offer it to my hand the harder I will spank you slave.
With your ass red and warmed from my hand I turn my attention to another target. Leading you to the bed I lay you on your back. your arms I place straight out at your shoulders and command you to leave them there. Taking each ankle in my hands I spread your legs to get a better view of your slave pussy. Spreading your legs wide I watch the juices flow from between your lips to your ass and the bed. I enjoyed spanking your ass slave and now am going to spank your pussy. As before the higher you raise your pussy to my hand the harder I will spank it. How high will you raise it slave....?
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Like most men I do not enjoy shopping in and of itself. I do however appreciate going when the list is defined and purposeful. Taking you shopping for clothes and watching you try on different things. The first time or two in the lingerie store had some of the older sales women in a huff. I do like watchining you dress and trying on new outfits. Whether it is because no other men were there to judge and decide what their women were going to wear or because I knew what else was under it... inside you.... and on you... your clit was adorned with one of those non piercing bits of jewelry. Shaped somewhat like a bobby pin with a few small links of chain and a couple of plastic beads hanging to provide stimulation while you move about. Placing it on you before we left the house I could feel your excitement on your pussy lips. Was it that I had been watching you dress and the looks I was giving you as you dressed or the fact you knew you were going to driven to the point of wanton abandon and not permitted release until I was good and ready. It could have been that I knew how much you enjoyed sucking my cock and that it did indeed turn you on and the taste of my cum was still in your mouth.
The first outfit fit well and with the bra I had set out for you showed off your cleavage quite nicely. Your erect and aching nipples were also very obvious. Sending you back to try another I thought that top would have to come home with us. Returning in less than 3 minutes is one of my requirements with another outfit I smile. The way it fits your waist and hips was very seductive. I motion you closer for a better look. Turn for me I tell you, slowly... As you begin your turn my hand goes under the bottom of the dress to feel your juices on the inside of your thigh. What is this I ask? It is you who do this to me you reply. Bringing your fingers to my lips to taste you I watch as your own mouth opens. Kiss me then and we can both taste you I tell you. Bending to kiss me and take my fingers in your mouth I know your ass is exposed and the sweet and moist biscuit of your pussy lips are shown off to the sales woman. She smiles only half knowing what is going on and leaves the area for a moment. Returning she places a new outfit in your dressing room and as you leave to change smiles and nods to me. Entering the dressing room the previous outfits and your clothes are gone. In their place was a black top with one shoulder exposed. Putting it on you smile at how it fits although you realize your bra doesnt go with it. The sales woman appears at that instant and tells you she will take your bra and place it with the rest of your clothes. Feeling more than a little self conscious you consent and remove it and pass it to her. The skirt is next, reaching for the kahki material hanging from the hook you wonder how much of you will be showing from underneath it. Pulling it on and zipping it you turn to look in the mirror to see yourself. The black accents your breasts quite well and your upper chest and collarbone are shown off very well. Your fingertips trace their way along the edge of material and cup your breasts. Gently squeezing them you feel the tingle run from your nipples to your pussy. Opening your eyes and looking at the skirt you slowly turn and smile. You know I will like this outfit and that you will be wearing it from the store. Hearing a movement outside your dressing room you turn to see who it is, at the same time you looked at the clock on the wall and realize it has been over 5 minutes since you left me and I am now standing in the doorway... My pet, you are overdue..... What shall I do...? |
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You arrive home and notice the harley is gone from the garage with my truck in it place. Going inside you find some flower petals on the floor leading in a trail off towards the bedroom. Walking along and smiling and wondering what is up you enter the bedroom and see your riding leathers laid out. You strip and go to the bathroom. You know I expect you to be clean all over inside and out. Douche and enema first then the shower. Your excitement builds as you wash and rinse yourself. You think of the times I do it for you and your passion builds. It is how I take the time to clean you, the care going in to each step, the attention to detail I give. It is how you know you are cared for and looked after. Stepping from the shower with your skin all rosy and flushed you quickly dry not knowing just when I will return. You do know you are to be ready when I get back. Going to the bed you look down and see the choices I have made are going to make for an interesting trip. The g-string panties with the length of beads that rest against your clit and between your pussy lips goes on first. You try to position it so it doesnt tease too much but even that bit of adjusting has you beginning to moisten. Your bra is next, it is the one that lifts those succulent tits higher and thrusts them right out so your nipples point straight out..... The pants are next, form fitting and tight enough to spread your lips nicely. Your shirt is white and hangs from your shoulders and breasts with folds to make those looking to look closer to see what is so close to the surface.
You know when you go out as I have prepareded you will have all eyes on you. This embarasses you as well as excites you. You take pride in being shown off, displayed for other's viewing pleasure. You know it is only I who will be deriving pleasure from you later. Walking to the bike every move sends shivers through your body. You know by the time we arrive for dinner your pants will have a nice damp spot in the crotch......
Taking our seats at the table beside each other I reach into the waistband of your pants and pull out the remote control. The batteries in it and the stimulator held close to your excited pussy are new and ready for a long evening. I order our drinks and appetizer and as the waitress walks away I ease the control on. You gasp and squirm in your chair to get better situated and everything in postion. As the drink arrive I turn it up a notch. I know just how much you are getting turned on with this discreet play. As we take a sip I turn it back down to just the barest of input to let you regain your composure. As the appetizer comes I hit it up two levels and watch as you begin to slide back and forth in your chair. I look at your face all flushed with passion and lust and know the best is yet to come. As dinner is brought out I raise it to the third level. Teasing you, tormenting you, taking you to the edge and then easing you back from it. When our waitress comes to ask about desert she looks at you and smiles, winks and whispers in your ear that you are a very lucky woman. She sees how I care for you as well as how I have teased you during our dinner. Looking at each other I decide to pass on desert and turn the remote on low, tuck it back in your pants and leave the restaurant.
We get back to our hotel and once in the elevator you wrap yourself to me and kiss me with such intensity and passion you take my breath away. You feel my hard cock pressing, straining against my pants and you moan as you drop to your knees and unzip my pants. I feel the warm air of the elevator feel cold against the heat of my cock. Your lips and mouth are ever so inviting. I reach down and place my hand on the top of your head and pull you onto me. I thrust into your mouth even though you are going down on me with such eagerness. The elevator stops on our floor, as the doors open I tuck my cock back in my pants and we head to the room.
Once inside I slowly undress you, your hands are at the back of your neck so I can look at your body as I undress you. Your pussy lips have swallowed the g-string beads and the vibrator is covered in your juices. Taking you in my arms and kissing you I pick you up and carry you to the hot tub. I gently lower you in and then and only then do I take my clothes off and join you. I hit the buttons for bubbles and jets and reach over and pull you to me. With the benefit of the water I lift you to my lap and place you over the head of my cock. You close your eyes and lower yourself on me. Your arms wrapped around my neck, your kisses covering my face, you hear me whisper in your ear "cum baby, feel me fill you, cum on me, squirt your juices on me, make this hot tub even hotter." The waves slosh onto the carpet from our fucking and thrusting. Your eyes open and looking into mine you feel that familiar swelling inside you telling you I am about to cum inside you, hot and deeply..... |
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.... sitting beside me your mind wanders as it is want to do when the thoughts of work, the new book you are reading, errands around the house and yard, items to add for the next trip shopping and those birthday cards to send out have slipped away you turn to look at me. Nothing outwardly noticeable, no visible scars or tattoos to set me apart in a crowd and certainly no indication of the devious, perverse, intuitive mind that comes up with the little torments designed to send you over the edge in a non-stop rush and turn you into a multi-orgasmic bundle of flesh and bones quivering and craving more and more and held after all has occured and landed safely back on your feet. One of our favorite games is to sit in a public area and watch people walk by or sitting with us in a coffee house and make up parts of their lives, jobs, hobbies, sexual proclivities and what they name their pets. So many we see are somewhat of odd couples either heigth, weight, color, hairstyle, age, reading preference, so many out there whose appearances give no clue to their personal lives. So often we wonder aloud about this while playing and are aware of the irony of our own pairing... You feel my hand caress you and with the slightest of pressure and simple words "lay back my pet and spread your legs". Your eyes close in relaxed trust and your breathing comes steadily and deeply... You have no idea what will occurr next, you rarely do... What you do know is I am about to begin something... nothing definite... nothing planned and certainly no predetermined or annouced end... There are times when I impose control on you and though without control you have parameters demanding you be aware and utilize control... This is one of those times... I lay a scarf across your eyes. It functions as a passive blindfold. It could easily be moved to allow you to see what I am up to but it must remain covering your eyes. You next hear me tell you to open your hands. I close your thumb and middle finger of each hand until you feel contact and pressure. "I have placed 3 dice between your fingers, you are not to drop them or sqeeze them so hard or twist and lose control of them". Your mind whirls with these limitations, "it is not fair" you tell me. I laugh with that deep chuckle that lets you know it is never about being fair, it is about my wishes, my desires, my pleasure in seeing you in these predicaments and thinking ahead of the pleasure I am going to share with you as well as the torment along the journey. I take step back and survey my handiwork... I marvel at you more than you will ever know... no one thing stands out, it is the entirety of you... your skin... your hair... your muscles... the curves that define your femininity... your voice... your breathing... your scent... your taste... your tears... your smiles... that little frown when you are trying to figure out a crossword clue... the coloration of your nipples... the feel when I am inside you.... all these things and more. Knowing you get pleasure from pleasing me, allowing you to please me, to do things for me, to know you sleep at night with a smile after pleasing me makes me realise how lucky I am and how much I am going to enjoy what I have in store for you tonight... I shift my focus to your bodt once more... the subtle swell of your mons pubis... the delicate cleft of your shaved slit... the thickening labia... the glistening of your arousal.... so in tune with me you ever so slightly lift your hips, offering yourself to me. How you knew I was looking there or that this journey was to be focused there is a pleasant wonderment for me as I am for you when I am aware of more your own body and mind than you. I smile to myself and give you instructions for what is to begin... "I am going to slap your sweet, dripping wet pussy. I want you to lift it to me, to offer it to me and without words show me your desire for this. I will slap harder the higher you lift and the more wide open you spread your legs. You are not to cum without my permission, you are not to drop the dice and you are to keep the scarf covering your eyes. Is this understood?" Your reply comes not with words but with your body... your hips lifted from the bed high and your legs open so wide your pussy lips begin to open.... A large, ear to ear smile covers my face and as I raise my hand I remind myself once again how lucky I am, we are and wonder what the vanilla folk are doing tonight...... |
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sitting still felt safe, the bar stool while not as comfy as your favorite chair at home was at least pointing towards the bar. You enjoy going out for some drinks, some dancing and lots of laughing with friends. Tonight was/is different though, I washed you, dressed you and now as we are out I control you... Lathering the soap on your body, getting every bit of you clean, washing, rinsing, kissing, caressing you all over. Holding you up as you try to return my embrace. Not letting you go to your knees to lick and suck and make love to my cock. A douche and enema to clean and sweeten you, to prepare you for later tonight. You drift back from your reverie and to the reality of the bar, of the people in it, of you, of me of us... of the feeling of vulnerablity with no bra or panties on and the hardness of your nipples. The way they stand up under that sheer black dress. The way your pussy feels as it seemingly sweats from the inside out you are so hot, so wet, so ready to be fucked... As the water was turned off and the last drops trickled from the shower head to the floor you licked your lips in hopes of some playtime before we went out. You begin to move to my body, to press against it, to tease me, to tempt me, to be confused with my resolve to make this last. the towel though soft feels rough against your skin. Drying you, drying your hair and brushing it out you are kept naked. You try to press yourself to me to feel me.... to attempt to bring some reflief to your own hot, needy self. You hear my approach in the bar and you spin around to greet me, to see me, to see my smile as you spread your legs open. Open enough to let any and everyone see your smooth pussy... freshly shaved, your lips pink and slippery with your juices.... the silk ribbon appearing as if from nowhere but your lips... at the end hangs a silver bell.... a bell that rings and jingles as you move, walking or dancing it rings... not loudly, but faint enough so anyone hearing it might wonder what it was or even of they heard anything. The noise sounds so loud to you... the feeling of it swinging and moving as you walk make you so self conscious, yet so excited. When you stand normally it hangs just at your hem line, a perfect place to be... a place to be seen with a glint of sun or the flash of light from the stage or bar... a place to rest as you sit and for me to reach over and play with... to tug on... to tease you as the silver egg inside you is pulled and you use your kegels to hold it fast inside you... I smile as I reach over to take the silk between my fingers and begin our sensual tug of war, no not of war, but of erotica and love... of love and enjoyment of each other's contribution to this... I see by the concentration on your face you are so damn close to cumming.... You dare not ask or even beg to cum, you know I will tell you when to cum and you will do so, with or without touch... I look down between your silken legs and pull hard enough to see a glimpse of silver as I pull even harder... the silk ribbon is wet all the way to my fingers... I let the ribbon fall and bring my fingers to my mouth to taste you... as I do you lean in to kiss me as I taste you so you taste my kiss as well as your own wetness... a moan escapes your lips and I feel shiver run through your body... reaching down I take the ribbon in my fingers and use it to lead you from the bar and go back to our hotel room to take you........ |
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"quid pro quo" ladies... all I ask is a picture of you in return for the enjoyment my journal entries bring....
No pics = no more entries..... |
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the smoke from the fire makes your eyes tear up, the heat from the fire makes your breasts feel as is they are naked under the noon day sun... the heat from my hand on your ass cheeks as I thrust my cock in and out of your tight cunt. Oh how I enjoy the feeling inside you as those muscles contract on my shaft... I smile to myself as I look down upon your nakedness... there is something about the way steel and the flesh of a woman contrast and compliment each other... is it the glint of metal next to the pastel of flesh... is it the soft, creamy feel of skin and the hardness of steel...? I am not sure but seeing your hands tied to the 2 axes buried in the logs makes me hard and make me fuck into you harder... I want to make you moan... I want to bring out the slut within you... to fuck the whore tied and spread before the fire... the fire that although it burns hot, it is nothing next to the fire burning within you... your feet are tied to stakes driven into the ground... there is a log with rough bark on it beneath you for rest... you lean closer to it to feel your tits swing across it... to have your nipples rubbed raw with excitement as your tits swing to my thrusts... headlights pass along the road... will they turn this way or continue on... is there anyone in the woods watching... is anyone out in the darkness stroking their cocks as I fuck you... for an instant you want there to be... you want to show your wanton desire... to let others know your nature... to be the best slut.... to be filled with sensuality... to be proud of your sexuality... if we werent so close to the fire I would move around and tease your mouth with my cock dripping your juices... to feel your hair in my hand and your lips at the base of my cock... to feel your tongue licking me... tasting us... feeding on the flavor of us... butt we are too close for that this time. I make a mental note to place you further from the fire or wait until it dies down to use more of you. I reach around in front and under you to pull on your nipples... to pinch them... to flatten them between my fingers... to rub them on the log... my cock slides out as I do this and your moan of disappointment is loud over the cracking and popping of the fire... I look down and see your juices glistening in the firelight... my cock is wet with your cunt juice and slippery.... slippery enough to take your ass... my ass... I own it... own all of you... your clit... not a part of you is left behind... you gift it to me... knowing I will take it... use it... pleasure myself with it... pleasure you with it... I feel the warmth of the fire on my face as I smile and spread your ass cheeks open... you dont moan this time... you pant, from deep within you the breathing comes as if from an animal in the throes of it most wildness... of its most base carnality... I feel your body move forward towards the fire... I know it is not for warmth... it is to draw me closer... to move me from my spot where my feet are planted in the dirt.... uh huh I whisper to you... I pull you back and smack your ass cheeks full force to get your attention.... with each slap of my hand you raise your ass to me... to show me you want it... to beg with your body... two words escape your lips... "please master" you repeat them over and over, louder and louder, you move your body back to me pressing back to me, fucking back to me even though I am not inside you... not yet.... once more I press the head of my cock to your ass, as I do you press back... if you were not tied down you would surely buck me off in your need to take me within that slave ass... to show your master your true nature... your hidden nature... the self you are too shy to let out even in the darkness of the bedroom.... let her out I whisper to you... let the slut out... let her be free... let the slave come out and show her abandon... let her moan and scream and fuck back to me... feel the steel against your skin as you brace your hands on the logs and push back with each thrust in I give.... dig your bare feet into the raw earth and draw from it... draw from mother earth the strength to set yourself free to me... you realize you are cumming as I fuck you... normally I control when you cum... tonight is different... tonight there is no control... you wonder on that for an instant and then it is gone... all part of my plan... of my awareness of you and your need... you feel my cock begin to swell and fill you even more... you are aware of my hands digging into your ass cheeks harder... spreading you further.... thrusting in you harder and deeper.... suddenly you hear me tell you I am cumming... to take my cum... to milk my cock as I shoot my cum inside that tight ass... droplets of my sweat land on your back and merge with yours... as out bodies did internally so do they in the cool of the night..... good slave I say and as my cock slips from your ass I slap each cheek one last time... well one last time for tonight........ |
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the hummm of the tattoo machine in my hand and the pressure of my hand on you holding you still.... keeping you from squirming and blurring the numbers identifying you as mine. You were hesitant at first but down deep inside you wanted me to be the one tattooing them in. Intwined as they are with the vine around your ankle they disappear unless one looks closely. Neither you nor I will need to look closely again. No need to wear a collar, although there will be times and places for it, as well as other accessories. Small discreet ways of marking you... showing those that know you are mine and reminding you who you belong to. You never thought it would be thus, to be owned, taken, used, cared for, adored, loved and fucked hard and long at my pleasure. You long for my touch, my caress, anything from me... The heat of my breath on your neck as I kiss you... the way your pulse quickens when I take your hair in my hand. You give so much to me I need to make sure I give to you as well. I place one hand at the top of your head and press your heas to one side, my other hand holding your shoulder firmly in place. I lean forward and as I begin to open my mouth a moan escapes your lips... low, deep, sensual moan of anticipation... of the sharpness mf my teeth on your soft skin. It seems so soft yet so resilient I have grazed my teeth against your skin before, small nips here and there... this time is different... you can feel it somehow... someway this time will be different... my teeth and breath set your skin on fire... I inhale as I close my mouth on your supple skin... this time I bite... hard... I lift my head and lift your skin... as I am lifting I feel you lowering yourself away from me... not away from my teeth or the bite, but lowering to enjoy the knowledge you are helping me make this mark standout even more than I had planned. I feel your bodt shake as you cum from my teeth... your orgasm is small but one none the less. Your voice is but a whisper to me but in your head it screams louder than 10 on the stereo.... the words neither begging or pleading, not wanting but needing form themselves.... mark me my master... please use your teeth to make me yours... to be there for some to see and for me to feel throughout the day... work your way across my body, no master it is your body, mark it as you will.... chew me into submission... I smile as I work my way down the left side of your neck to your/my left nipple... once there I cross over to your/my right nipple and up the right side of your neck right to the bottom of your ear... with each bite you gasp and shake... opening your eyes and looking down you see my handiwork. There are tears forming in your eyes as these next words slip from your mouth... take me master... bite every bit of me... use your teeth to remind me of your pleasure... I want to feel these marks for days... I want you, no I need you to bite my pussy, breasts, nipples, ass, every bit of me... I want people to look and wonder what happened... to hold my head high as each time I move a twinge reminds me of the moment you took me....
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your ass so tight... so ready... my cock lubed from the tip to the base, pre-cum dripping from the tip and lube running from my balls... my hands reach to your cheeks and you moan as you feel my grip... my thumbs near your anus... you push back showing me your eagerness... your readiness... your lust to be fucked in the ass... to be completly taken... I lean forward and press the head of my cock to that tight, red ring... words form in your head... hard... deep... now... fast... slam... pleeeeasseee... moremoremoremoremore... you hear a voice saying "take it all, use it, fuck it, cum in it, pound it, rape it, put more in it, again, again, fuck it, spread it open wider, fist it".... you realize the voice is your own and you push back harder forcing more of me in you... showing me your desire... your lust... your true slave self... you have wanted this from the beginning... to have me take you... to take each lovely and intruiging hole... to fuck each as I choose... to cum in each... to suck my cock clean after each... to be so totally understood... used... teased... owned... to be my slave...for me to be your master... my cock is moving inside you... stretching you open... filling you and your need... your need to be fucked in the ass by your master... my hand releases it's grip on a cheek and slaps down where it was a moment before... the sound of the smack on your flesh... the feel of the sting... the warmth of blood rushing to mark my handprint... a small sound escapes your lips... a hissing sound...yessssssss... I bring my hand down again...yesssss... and again...yesssssss... harder... the hissing grows louder until it fills our ears along with the sound of my slaps on your ass... on your master's ass... marking it as his/mine... the lines of ownership of possession blurring... wavering... becoming glaringly clear... you are owned... every inch... every fiber... every synapse and thought... owned now as you knew you were to be... owned by the one... you feel me grow inside that slave ass... you know it is about to happen... you long to hear the words but never know if they will be there each time... allowing your release... "cum slave"... letting you cum... sharing in my orgasm... there are times they are not there and as much as it leaves you wanting it also leaves you immensely pleased for you know I have taken you for my pleasure... for my use... I am ready to cum slave... are you ready??? are you ready to squirt your slave juice??? if I allow your release??? are you ready to take those last drops of cum from your master's cock??? yes master!!! yes master!!! yes master!!! yes master!!! cum with me slave... squeeze your ass on my cock... milk it with those muscles trained for my pleasure... your body shakes... your mind goes blank... your ears are deaf to the words flowing from your mouth but they bring a smile to my face... my cock is deep inside as your orgasm subsides... you love the feeling of being so full afterwards as much as the initial penetration... you long for my taste... the taste of my cum seems to set you close to the edge of orgasm, it doesnt matter if it is after we fuck or if I have your head in my lap as I drive, the taste of my cum brings you to that point if I were to tell you to cum you would... pulling my cock from that tight, sweet, slave ass you spin around without a word from me and take it in your mouth... sucking... licking... your tongue pressing to the tip to get my cum... this is why we take the time to clean you first... to enjoy every bit... your pierced nipples press to my legs... the area at the small of your back makes me smile all the more... there will soon be a new tattoo upon you..."slrn _ _ _-_ _ _-_ _ _" ... once it is there more piercings will follow....... |
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the sounds of your clothes being set inside the truck... the feeling of sun on your bare skin... the snug fit of the collar on your neck.... the tug as you are led through the woods.... the embers of passion fanning into flame inside you.... your juices flowing... your nipples erect and aching... the feel of my hand in your hair as your head is pulled lower towards me.... the heat against your cheek as you press your face to me... the way your mouth waters even as you read this.... opening my pants and your mouth.... taking me in... showing without saying your need... your desire.... the length and hardness so ready to be inside you... losing yourself as you suck me... unaware of everything around... caring for nothing but the sensations you are feeling as well as giving.... the fight to keep me in your mouth as I pull you off... turning you onto all fours.... feeling your hand grip my shaft and guide it to that sweet spot... trembling as you rub the tip through your lips.... wetting the head... teasing your need.... waiting for my hand on your hips to pull you to me as I thrust... seeking release and asking... begging to cum from the mere entrance into you.... shaking and drenching me... cumming.... wanting more... daring to reach back and place me higher.... pressing back to show me your desire.... your lips clenched between your teeth.... your breasts dripping with sweat swinging in the sun... your ass so tight and so ready......... |
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| Age: 33 |
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