There is something about catching a man staring at my cleavage that excites me. Especially if my breasts are bared without any actual intent. I have pretty nice boobs and I like when they are appreciated. Even if it is an admiring glance from a stranger.
I am in Starbucks, sipping water and eating fruit salad. Leaning over a coffee table and reading the newspaper. My shirt is V neck and my cleavage is featured quite nicely. An older well dressed man sits across from me and glances at what I am reading. Then he checks me out. I being the girl I am, shift slightly and pretend to be oblivious that I am giving him a show. I keep reading my paper and slowly eating fruit, sucking on the pieces and licking my lips and the spoon. Finally I sit back with the bottle of water in my hand and make eye contact, smiling. Taking a sip of water. He opens his mouth to say something and I feign interest in the paper again leaning forward.
I feel so naughty, and I know I am being a tease. It is what I do well.
I finish my fruit and get up and walk out the door. His eyes following my every move.
I think I need a spanking!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Ritual
I park my car across the street and grab my bag, I will not be clothed again for 3 days so my luggage consists of a toiletry bag and one set of clothes to go home in.
I am dressed as he desires, conservative skirt to knees, and silk blouse, blazer to match the skirt. No bra and no panties. I have been to the spa and had all the hair removed from my vulva. Stockings to my thighs and 4 inch heels. All business, passion barely restrained.
I cross the street my heels clicking on the pavement. Nervous jitters rising in my tummy. It is not my first time coming to Master's, but each time this act of entering his home makes me remember the first, how nervous I was, and how excited.
I knock on the door and it opens, I can smell him but I dare not look as it is forbidden for me to look or speak until he commands me to. I enter and set my bag down, taking off my blazer and setting it on top while he closes the door behind me. He has prepared the space for me, there is soft music playing and only candle light. There is a place set up for our greeting and I cross to it, kneeling and flipping my skirt up I stretch forward catlike, spreading my knees far apart. My ass is in the air and my head is to the floor, arms stretched out before me, hands flat on the floor.
He walks around me slowly, looking at me, I can feel his eyes inspecting me visually. His strong hands are stroking over my ass, and petting my vulva with light touches. His hand slides under me, carressing my tummy. Rubbing my breasts through my shirt. My nipples are hard, I am aching and my pussy is wet. He pinches my nipple in his fingers and I gasp and wiggle my ass. His hand is parting my labia and checking the wetness there. I hear his zipper and I groan as he slides his cock fully into me. Reminding myself to be silent I rock back towards him, unable to move, only able to clench my pussy muscles around him in appreciation of his attention. He isn't fucking me, only rubbing his hands over my ass and twitching his cock inside me. I will die if he doesn't fuck me. All I want is his cock. He slides out of me and stands beside me.
His hands tangle in my hair and tug gently, so gently I know I am to take pleasure in knowing he has asked me to move, but not in any pain, not yet. I rise up on my knees and his cock is in my face. I lean towards him and open my mouth, eager greedy cockslut. Please Master is all that is in my mind. His hand is still in my hair and he will not allow me to touch him yet, only look at his raging hardon. I whimper and feel his hand tighten in my hair, he is not pleased at my noises. He pushes my face to his cock and I open my mouth wide to suck and lick him but he pushes my face past his cockhead to the base. I kiss and lick and suck the base, licking his balls, I feel his fingers loosen as I mouth his sac. Sliding up to the shaft I lick and suck all the way to the tip. Eagerly I am licking the tip of his cock and close my lips around him, tongue rubbing under the ridge as I suck Him into my throat and swallow. He moans and enjoys my sucking and slurping, one of his hands straying to fondle my breast. My pussy is dripping it is so wet. I crave his cock, I am addicted.
He pulls me away and pushes me back to the ground. He is behind me and his hands are grabbing my hips and moving me to the right height. His cock is inside me again and he is fucking me in long slow strokes. I can't stop from crying out it feels so good to have him inside me. I am cumming and he is watching his cock silde in and out me. He feels me shudder and starts beating on my ass with his hands. "Cum for me you greedy slut, you never asked. You need to ask everytime, these are the only words you have are the ones you use to beg your Master to cum."
He fucks me harder and I am nearly in tears with desire, shaking and trembling as his thrusting pushes me to the edge "Please Master OMG please please your pussy needs to cum. PLEASE"
"No" he fucks two more hard strokes and then pulls his cock out. I am whimpering and begging please over and over. Pussy so empty, pulsing and clenching and greedy. I am reduced to the single desire to cum.
He is standing me up, he pulls off my blouse and skirt, and moves me forward, the rail is in front of me and his hands place my hands just so on it. I am shaking and my knees are weak, whispering please over and over as I clench the wooden bar.
I am not allowed to watch him, I have not received permission, but I hear him walk across the room and return. I know he has something with him, and I hear a whipping sound as he moves the object rapidly through the air behind me. Fear rises, he knows how to hurt me, and I have misbehaved. He slides the bamboo cane down my back and over my bum. He slides it down my thighs and then between my thighs. I can hear him breathing and there is a faint growl in his throat. I grip the rail tight as his arm lifts and he strikes the first blow across my ass.
I cry out in a long high scream. This only drives him further. I am screaming as he beats me with the cane, hard strokes and I can feel my flesh bruising under this brutal assault. I am crying and my arousal is so obvious as my juices wet my thighs and drip. My nipples are hard and I am reaching into each stroke of his cane. I am screaming and begging please as his cane whips between my legs and he starts striking my inner thighs. I am transported, only darkness now, I am only pain and pleasure, everything else is gone. I can hear my own cries I can hear myself babbling incoherently. I only know his will, and this is to please him. My cries quiet and my head lowers.
I am his slave and I am grateful for the pain and pleasure he brings me. He drops the cane to the floor and his fingers are pushing into my gushing lips. He is fucking me with his hand and telling me to cum, and I am, cream dripping as his hand pumps hard inside me. He removes his hand and comes up behind me, his cock pressing brutally between my pussy lips. He is fucking me and he has given his cum drenched hand to me to lick and suck clean. My breast is squeezed tight in his hand and I am begging to cum again.
"Give it to me, give me your cum, squirt for me," I shudder and cum and squirt all over his cock and balls. He is grunting and fucking me harder than ever, I feel him pull his cock out and then he is turning me and pushing me to my knees. I kneel and he spurts his cum all over my tits. "OOOOOOO" This is his gift to me and I rub my fingers in his cum. It is to much, I cup my mound and stroke my wet lips. He pushes me onto my back so he can watch as I fuck my fingers and buck my hips. His seed sticky on my tits, I am begging him to allow me to cum and his answer is to pull my hand away and pin me to the floor. He is on top of me, his thigh rubbing my pussy and his weight pressing me to the floor. My sticky boobs are crushed to his chest and his eyes are looking to mine.
"CUM" my response is immediate and my juices squirt out and coat his thigh. I am flying the endorphines are pushing me to wild heights. His weight is pressing the welts from the cane into the carpet beneath me and it is delicious.
He rolls off me and pulls me to his chest. I rest there as his hands roam slowly over my back and my ass. I am still aroused but this is of no consequence now. He will not allow me anymore orgasms tonight. I look into his eyes and he smiles at me "You may speak now, mine."
"Thank you Master,"
We cuddle and talk until he orders me into the kitchen to watch and assist as he makes a meal to nourish our bodies.
This story is true and in honor of a man I have only ever called Master, I was his slave only a short time, but they are sexy memories I cherish.
I am dressed as he desires, conservative skirt to knees, and silk blouse, blazer to match the skirt. No bra and no panties. I have been to the spa and had all the hair removed from my vulva. Stockings to my thighs and 4 inch heels. All business, passion barely restrained.
I cross the street my heels clicking on the pavement. Nervous jitters rising in my tummy. It is not my first time coming to Master's, but each time this act of entering his home makes me remember the first, how nervous I was, and how excited.
I knock on the door and it opens, I can smell him but I dare not look as it is forbidden for me to look or speak until he commands me to. I enter and set my bag down, taking off my blazer and setting it on top while he closes the door behind me. He has prepared the space for me, there is soft music playing and only candle light. There is a place set up for our greeting and I cross to it, kneeling and flipping my skirt up I stretch forward catlike, spreading my knees far apart. My ass is in the air and my head is to the floor, arms stretched out before me, hands flat on the floor.
He walks around me slowly, looking at me, I can feel his eyes inspecting me visually. His strong hands are stroking over my ass, and petting my vulva with light touches. His hand slides under me, carressing my tummy. Rubbing my breasts through my shirt. My nipples are hard, I am aching and my pussy is wet. He pinches my nipple in his fingers and I gasp and wiggle my ass. His hand is parting my labia and checking the wetness there. I hear his zipper and I groan as he slides his cock fully into me. Reminding myself to be silent I rock back towards him, unable to move, only able to clench my pussy muscles around him in appreciation of his attention. He isn't fucking me, only rubbing his hands over my ass and twitching his cock inside me. I will die if he doesn't fuck me. All I want is his cock. He slides out of me and stands beside me.
His hands tangle in my hair and tug gently, so gently I know I am to take pleasure in knowing he has asked me to move, but not in any pain, not yet. I rise up on my knees and his cock is in my face. I lean towards him and open my mouth, eager greedy cockslut. Please Master is all that is in my mind. His hand is still in my hair and he will not allow me to touch him yet, only look at his raging hardon. I whimper and feel his hand tighten in my hair, he is not pleased at my noises. He pushes my face to his cock and I open my mouth wide to suck and lick him but he pushes my face past his cockhead to the base. I kiss and lick and suck the base, licking his balls, I feel his fingers loosen as I mouth his sac. Sliding up to the shaft I lick and suck all the way to the tip. Eagerly I am licking the tip of his cock and close my lips around him, tongue rubbing under the ridge as I suck Him into my throat and swallow. He moans and enjoys my sucking and slurping, one of his hands straying to fondle my breast. My pussy is dripping it is so wet. I crave his cock, I am addicted.
He pulls me away and pushes me back to the ground. He is behind me and his hands are grabbing my hips and moving me to the right height. His cock is inside me again and he is fucking me in long slow strokes. I can't stop from crying out it feels so good to have him inside me. I am cumming and he is watching his cock silde in and out me. He feels me shudder and starts beating on my ass with his hands. "Cum for me you greedy slut, you never asked. You need to ask everytime, these are the only words you have are the ones you use to beg your Master to cum."
He fucks me harder and I am nearly in tears with desire, shaking and trembling as his thrusting pushes me to the edge "Please Master OMG please please your pussy needs to cum. PLEASE"
"No" he fucks two more hard strokes and then pulls his cock out. I am whimpering and begging please over and over. Pussy so empty, pulsing and clenching and greedy. I am reduced to the single desire to cum.
He is standing me up, he pulls off my blouse and skirt, and moves me forward, the rail is in front of me and his hands place my hands just so on it. I am shaking and my knees are weak, whispering please over and over as I clench the wooden bar.
I am not allowed to watch him, I have not received permission, but I hear him walk across the room and return. I know he has something with him, and I hear a whipping sound as he moves the object rapidly through the air behind me. Fear rises, he knows how to hurt me, and I have misbehaved. He slides the bamboo cane down my back and over my bum. He slides it down my thighs and then between my thighs. I can hear him breathing and there is a faint growl in his throat. I grip the rail tight as his arm lifts and he strikes the first blow across my ass.
I cry out in a long high scream. This only drives him further. I am screaming as he beats me with the cane, hard strokes and I can feel my flesh bruising under this brutal assault. I am crying and my arousal is so obvious as my juices wet my thighs and drip. My nipples are hard and I am reaching into each stroke of his cane. I am screaming and begging please as his cane whips between my legs and he starts striking my inner thighs. I am transported, only darkness now, I am only pain and pleasure, everything else is gone. I can hear my own cries I can hear myself babbling incoherently. I only know his will, and this is to please him. My cries quiet and my head lowers.
I am his slave and I am grateful for the pain and pleasure he brings me. He drops the cane to the floor and his fingers are pushing into my gushing lips. He is fucking me with his hand and telling me to cum, and I am, cream dripping as his hand pumps hard inside me. He removes his hand and comes up behind me, his cock pressing brutally between my pussy lips. He is fucking me and he has given his cum drenched hand to me to lick and suck clean. My breast is squeezed tight in his hand and I am begging to cum again.
"Give it to me, give me your cum, squirt for me," I shudder and cum and squirt all over his cock and balls. He is grunting and fucking me harder than ever, I feel him pull his cock out and then he is turning me and pushing me to my knees. I kneel and he spurts his cum all over my tits. "OOOOOOO" This is his gift to me and I rub my fingers in his cum. It is to much, I cup my mound and stroke my wet lips. He pushes me onto my back so he can watch as I fuck my fingers and buck my hips. His seed sticky on my tits, I am begging him to allow me to cum and his answer is to pull my hand away and pin me to the floor. He is on top of me, his thigh rubbing my pussy and his weight pressing me to the floor. My sticky boobs are crushed to his chest and his eyes are looking to mine.
"CUM" my response is immediate and my juices squirt out and coat his thigh. I am flying the endorphines are pushing me to wild heights. His weight is pressing the welts from the cane into the carpet beneath me and it is delicious.
He rolls off me and pulls me to his chest. I rest there as his hands roam slowly over my back and my ass. I am still aroused but this is of no consequence now. He will not allow me anymore orgasms tonight. I look into his eyes and he smiles at me "You may speak now, mine."
"Thank you Master,"
We cuddle and talk until he orders me into the kitchen to watch and assist as he makes a meal to nourish our bodies.
This story is true and in honor of a man I have only ever called Master, I was his slave only a short time, but they are sexy memories I cherish.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Quickie
He opens the door and he is naked. 'Delicious' is my thought as I enter and he closes the door behind me. He turns back and there I am, already pushing him against the door. Tits to his chest, one hand sliding behind him to grab a butt cheek and pull myself closer. My other hand at the back of his neck, pulling his lips to mine. I kiss him hard, my tongue seeking his, sucking at his lips. I am so hot and want him RIGHT NOW.
"Undress me," I step back enough for him to unzip my sundress and he lowers it carefully and starts to fold it, I tear it out of his hands and toss it to the floor. "Hurry" I am panting as he laughs and unclasps my bra, he almost seems to be trying to slow me down and I will have none of it. I swat his butt and push him to the floor.
Jumping on top of him my panties are still on. My pussy is drenched. He is rock hard as I rub against him, stopping only long enough to put a condom on him. I yank my panties aside and press his cockhead into me. Thrusting him deep inside, I groan and start fucking. His hand strokes down my back and tugs at my waistband.
"Can't even take the time to get undressed? That eager for me?" I respond by leaning forward and kissing him hard, twisting one of his nipples as I lick and bite at his lips. I growl and fuck him harder and faster, on the edge and pushing myself over.
"Uhhhhh YES! FUCK!" I squirt my girl juices and shudder as I cum, fucking in fast hard deliberate strokes, he is moaning and telling me how hot it is to feel my cum squirt. He grabs my tits and starts squeezing them. They are locked tight in his grip and he pulls me forward, licking all around my nipple, teasing me with his tongue. I have slid my feet under him and am fucking like a wild animal in heat. Gasping as he bites my nipple hard and I squirt cum again. I start talking.
"Your so hot, dammit, you make me squirt all over your cock. Feels so good AH!" I squirt again as I cum. "So good, the way you fuck me and stretch my pussy open with your hot cock. Fucking you is delicious. You love it too you are greedy for my pussy, greedy for my cum." I rock hard and fast into him and he bites my nipple HARD and I cry out. "YES! Fuck my cunt!" I am cumming again and he is bucking just as hard under me. matching my thrusts so our pelvis' bang together. My cum is running down his sack and I reach behind me to catch the drips on my fingertips. Sucking and licking my fingers clean "MMMMMM"
That does it, he lets go of my breast, tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks my mouth to his, he kisses me hard and grunts. He is going to cum and I am thrusting him in and out of me in those hard strokes. He is cumming and I keep fucking him as he gasps and starts crying out "AH! EE! OO!" He is twisting under me and I keep on fucking until he starts to laugh.
I rest on top of him only for a moment, his cock still buried inside me, he is still hard and I am still horny. No time left, I stand, pull my soaking panties back into place. Standing over him I grab my bra and slip into it. Looking down at him the whole time, he is blissful and mostly off spinning among the stars somewhere. His eyes are on me as I walk over to my tossed away clothing and put my sundress on.
"Just came over to use your toy and leave" I can hear the humour laced in that comment.
"Of course"
He smiles, "Succubus"
I lean over and kiss his lips softly, teasing him and only barely touching his lips until he is laughing.
"Bye" I open the door and walk out.
"Undress me," I step back enough for him to unzip my sundress and he lowers it carefully and starts to fold it, I tear it out of his hands and toss it to the floor. "Hurry" I am panting as he laughs and unclasps my bra, he almost seems to be trying to slow me down and I will have none of it. I swat his butt and push him to the floor.
Jumping on top of him my panties are still on. My pussy is drenched. He is rock hard as I rub against him, stopping only long enough to put a condom on him. I yank my panties aside and press his cockhead into me. Thrusting him deep inside, I groan and start fucking. His hand strokes down my back and tugs at my waistband.
"Can't even take the time to get undressed? That eager for me?" I respond by leaning forward and kissing him hard, twisting one of his nipples as I lick and bite at his lips. I growl and fuck him harder and faster, on the edge and pushing myself over.
"Uhhhhh YES! FUCK!" I squirt my girl juices and shudder as I cum, fucking in fast hard deliberate strokes, he is moaning and telling me how hot it is to feel my cum squirt. He grabs my tits and starts squeezing them. They are locked tight in his grip and he pulls me forward, licking all around my nipple, teasing me with his tongue. I have slid my feet under him and am fucking like a wild animal in heat. Gasping as he bites my nipple hard and I squirt cum again. I start talking.
"Your so hot, dammit, you make me squirt all over your cock. Feels so good AH!" I squirt again as I cum. "So good, the way you fuck me and stretch my pussy open with your hot cock. Fucking you is delicious. You love it too you are greedy for my pussy, greedy for my cum." I rock hard and fast into him and he bites my nipple HARD and I cry out. "YES! Fuck my cunt!" I am cumming again and he is bucking just as hard under me. matching my thrusts so our pelvis' bang together. My cum is running down his sack and I reach behind me to catch the drips on my fingertips. Sucking and licking my fingers clean "MMMMMM"
That does it, he lets go of my breast, tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks my mouth to his, he kisses me hard and grunts. He is going to cum and I am thrusting him in and out of me in those hard strokes. He is cumming and I keep fucking him as he gasps and starts crying out "AH! EE! OO!" He is twisting under me and I keep on fucking until he starts to laugh.
I rest on top of him only for a moment, his cock still buried inside me, he is still hard and I am still horny. No time left, I stand, pull my soaking panties back into place. Standing over him I grab my bra and slip into it. Looking down at him the whole time, he is blissful and mostly off spinning among the stars somewhere. His eyes are on me as I walk over to my tossed away clothing and put my sundress on.
"Just came over to use your toy and leave" I can hear the humour laced in that comment.
"Of course"
He smiles, "Succubus"
I lean over and kiss his lips softly, teasing him and only barely touching his lips until he is laughing.
"Bye" I open the door and walk out.
Friday, August 28, 2009
The hands
In my dreams I envision myself surrounded by white light. The room is white, I am clothed in a white silk dress and there are many people in the room. They are all clothed in white, their hands and faces the most noticable parts, stark in the contrast.
Hands that are pale and nearly as white as the sleeves they extend from. Hands that are dark as midnight and striking against the pure background. Hands that are tanned from the sun, some are older and some seem very young. Large and strong, small and delicate. Lovely hands, some with the softest skin and others hard and calloused. I adore them all and want to kiss the palms and fingertips.
Faces, so bright and clean and fresh, none wear makeup, just thier bare skin glowing with their natural beauty. Male and female, pale and dark, and the lips, oh those beautiful lips. Some are full and pouty, while others are thin and pale. Each capable of a soft smile, a harsh word, a spoken command, a kiss...
The hands are undressing me, taking off the white dress, as my hands carress soft cheeks. Oh here is a man with stubble how delicious as the sharp hairs rasp my fingers. And now a woman with skin so soft I want to cry at being able to touch her. The lips are smiling, they are all smiling and I am touching my fingertips to their lips. So soft.. how gentle.. naked now they stand me before them and look at me. I am not ashamed and do not try to cover myself. I hold my head high and meet each of thier gazes. Those eyes, so pretty, blues that sparkle like a winter sky on a cool crisp morning. Green's that reflect life, the colour of spring grass, fresh and green. Brown's that make me ache for the depths of their promise, as trees, and the earth glow deep within. Hazel eyes drawing me near, that rich golden hue that surely comes from the sun.
Mesmerized, they descend on me, carressing my skin. I am enfolded in their embrace. The hands stroking and rubbing and seeking all my hidden places. I hold nothing back, surrendering myself to their questing touch. I am laying back, and they are parting my legs, fingers sliding like rich silk over my limbs, my breasts. I am trembling and they feel it. Their eyes are all on me, as one they quiet me and invite me into the cool wide world they have created.
Floating and drifting, completely at peace, in and of myself. Fingers carressing my nipples and mound. Hands sliding over my rib cage, under my back. I have no time to wonder how, there is so much sensation and so much pleasure in this. Lost in my own skin, unbelieving that I can exist in such glorious light. Hands cupping and carressing my vulva, parting this sacred space and pulling me open to their universe of touch. I am willing and sigh, content as all the energies gather and build inside me.
Breathing deeply, there is a man on one side of me and a woman on the other. Blue eyes and brown. I do not know whose hands are touching me where and I do not care. With reckless abandon I look into their eyes and allow my juice to flow over the questing fingers that fill and fulfill me.
Wave after wave, it is not a storm, but an undying ocean. The tide ebbing and flowing and I am one with it.
Hands that are pale and nearly as white as the sleeves they extend from. Hands that are dark as midnight and striking against the pure background. Hands that are tanned from the sun, some are older and some seem very young. Large and strong, small and delicate. Lovely hands, some with the softest skin and others hard and calloused. I adore them all and want to kiss the palms and fingertips.
Faces, so bright and clean and fresh, none wear makeup, just thier bare skin glowing with their natural beauty. Male and female, pale and dark, and the lips, oh those beautiful lips. Some are full and pouty, while others are thin and pale. Each capable of a soft smile, a harsh word, a spoken command, a kiss...
The hands are undressing me, taking off the white dress, as my hands carress soft cheeks. Oh here is a man with stubble how delicious as the sharp hairs rasp my fingers. And now a woman with skin so soft I want to cry at being able to touch her. The lips are smiling, they are all smiling and I am touching my fingertips to their lips. So soft.. how gentle.. naked now they stand me before them and look at me. I am not ashamed and do not try to cover myself. I hold my head high and meet each of thier gazes. Those eyes, so pretty, blues that sparkle like a winter sky on a cool crisp morning. Green's that reflect life, the colour of spring grass, fresh and green. Brown's that make me ache for the depths of their promise, as trees, and the earth glow deep within. Hazel eyes drawing me near, that rich golden hue that surely comes from the sun.
Mesmerized, they descend on me, carressing my skin. I am enfolded in their embrace. The hands stroking and rubbing and seeking all my hidden places. I hold nothing back, surrendering myself to their questing touch. I am laying back, and they are parting my legs, fingers sliding like rich silk over my limbs, my breasts. I am trembling and they feel it. Their eyes are all on me, as one they quiet me and invite me into the cool wide world they have created.
Floating and drifting, completely at peace, in and of myself. Fingers carressing my nipples and mound. Hands sliding over my rib cage, under my back. I have no time to wonder how, there is so much sensation and so much pleasure in this. Lost in my own skin, unbelieving that I can exist in such glorious light. Hands cupping and carressing my vulva, parting this sacred space and pulling me open to their universe of touch. I am willing and sigh, content as all the energies gather and build inside me.
Breathing deeply, there is a man on one side of me and a woman on the other. Blue eyes and brown. I do not know whose hands are touching me where and I do not care. With reckless abandon I look into their eyes and allow my juice to flow over the questing fingers that fill and fulfill me.
Wave after wave, it is not a storm, but an undying ocean. The tide ebbing and flowing and I am one with it.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Lark
I am watching her from across the room. She is lovely, and I want her. She has hinted that she has some free time, and I can't help feeling like we are wasting an opportunity. We are surrounded by friends though and I must remember that I can not just drag her away, as much as I want to.
So I watch her, so sexy and vibrant. Is she aware that every woman in the room pales beside her? She is wearing a low cut top and her lucious cleavage is making me want to pounce on her. There is part of a tatoo visible and I want so badly to see the rest of it. To kiss and lick that breast, as I admire the art she has deemed fit to decorate her beauty.
I am back at her table and we are discussing various things, I tell her I have time now and she tells me she really can't play tonight. I am disappointed but understanding. I know how difficult it can be to find space in your life for some naughty time. We embrace and I am groping her, caressing breasts and her beautiful ass. Damn I want her. We are laughing at the obvious desire both of us is feeling, she has pinched and pet me. A gentle kiss on my temple. She feels so good. I must have her.
Ah desire you burn so hot, branding me as your slave.
So I watch her, so sexy and vibrant. Is she aware that every woman in the room pales beside her? She is wearing a low cut top and her lucious cleavage is making me want to pounce on her. There is part of a tatoo visible and I want so badly to see the rest of it. To kiss and lick that breast, as I admire the art she has deemed fit to decorate her beauty.
I am back at her table and we are discussing various things, I tell her I have time now and she tells me she really can't play tonight. I am disappointed but understanding. I know how difficult it can be to find space in your life for some naughty time. We embrace and I am groping her, caressing breasts and her beautiful ass. Damn I want her. We are laughing at the obvious desire both of us is feeling, she has pinched and pet me. A gentle kiss on my temple. She feels so good. I must have her.
Ah desire you burn so hot, branding me as your slave.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Lunchtime
The knife in my hand is only four inches long, it is a black blade, sculpted to look like a butterfly wing. It is a girls knife most certainly and it looks somewhat innocuous. It is razor sharp.
The girl is tied to my kitchen table and I am watching her watch me as I carress the cold steel. I can see fear and uncertainty in her eyes and I know it is real. We have been playing for only a short while, and she has never seen me with a blade in my hands before.
"Tell me your safeword Carressa."
"My name, Carressa."
I nod and see some of the uncertainty fade, she is getting excited now. I set the knife down and pick up a candle. It is a long parafin taper of natural wax, I stand on a chair beside her and look over her naked body. "Where shall I start?" I hear her whimper and I drip the first drop on her tummy, she squirms and I drip the next few drops on her breasts. Watching the wax splatter and cool quickly into hard little shells, coating those pretty pink nipples. I drip down her tummy to her navel, she has no piercings, just the beautiful soft skin. I circle the wax around her navel and down further so it is dripping just above where her pubic bone starts.
She is gasping and squirming, I look into her eyes and see desire glowing. I smirk and drip the first drop on her mound. It was a big hot drop and it sprays as it hits, she groans and rocks her hips as much as the ropes will allow. Dripping wax down her thighs all the way to her feet, I move the candle closer to her and work my way back up. Slowly dripping hot splashes of wax, I am grinning in delight as she moans and squirms.
I pause and set the candle down just long enough to lube a vibrator and push it into her sopping pussy. I turn it on the lowest setting and go back to the business of dripping hot wax on this yummy girl. She is humping now, her hips rocking off the table and I am giggling as I drip the wax, closer and closer, hotter and hotter, I drizzle it like icing on a delicious cake watching the wax drip and run just a bit down the curves before it cools and hardens.
"Please Ms! Please!" I am laughing as she begs me. "What would you like girl?" She is gasping and writhing and the wax is hot on her nipples. "MORE" she cries out.
I shove the vibrator hard into her and fuck her with it as I set the candle aside and rub her swelling clit with my fingers. She is writhing in ecstasy and I am pushing her to it hard and fast. I pinch her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger as I push deep inside her. That is all she can take and she is shuddering and cumming, her juices flowing out of her. I keep pushing in and out of her, I know she has more to give. I turn the vibrator on high and pick up my knife.
She squeaks and I see the fear shining in her eyes as I show her the blade. She is whimpering as I hold the blunt side against her throat, it is a narrow blade and it feels like the sharp side to her.
"Don't move Carressa, or I will cut you." She trembles and holds still, her eyes wide. I trace the point of the blade down between her breasts, using the sharp edge to scrape the wax off her body. She is whimpering and I pause to thrust the vibrator in and out of her, then resume the wax removal. My blade is sharp against her breasts, the point sliding under wax and pricking her nipple. I am careful not to break skin. My focus is entirely on removing wax from her beautiful body. Sharp edge scraping down her soft belly.
"So soft Carressa, such soft skin, so easy to cut through, and underneath, your vital organs. So easy to slip now girl, the pain would give you such an endorphin rush, and then you would be in terrible agony..." I am mocking her with my words as I twist the knife in my hands and track the sharp point over her belly to her mound. I trace down over her swollen lips, using the dull edge to part her lips and rub her clit with the cold steel. She is shaking and juice is gushing out of her. I spread her lips open "DO NOT MOVE" she is absolutely still as I trace the point of the blade from the base of her clit to the tip. So sharp, I dare not cause any pressure, holding her still as I touch the tip of her clit and she screams and cums. I pull the blade away as she shudders.
Pulling the vibrator out of her I untie the quick release knots and pull her into my arms. "You did so well honey, you are so pleasing to me" she is shaking and glowing with the endorphin high as I cuddle her and stroke my hands down her back. She starts crying softly murmuring thank you's and kissing my neck softly.
Naughty girl has me all aroused, I stand her up and pull her off to the bedroom so she can show me how grateful she is.
The girl is tied to my kitchen table and I am watching her watch me as I carress the cold steel. I can see fear and uncertainty in her eyes and I know it is real. We have been playing for only a short while, and she has never seen me with a blade in my hands before.
"Tell me your safeword Carressa."
"My name, Carressa."
I nod and see some of the uncertainty fade, she is getting excited now. I set the knife down and pick up a candle. It is a long parafin taper of natural wax, I stand on a chair beside her and look over her naked body. "Where shall I start?" I hear her whimper and I drip the first drop on her tummy, she squirms and I drip the next few drops on her breasts. Watching the wax splatter and cool quickly into hard little shells, coating those pretty pink nipples. I drip down her tummy to her navel, she has no piercings, just the beautiful soft skin. I circle the wax around her navel and down further so it is dripping just above where her pubic bone starts.
She is gasping and squirming, I look into her eyes and see desire glowing. I smirk and drip the first drop on her mound. It was a big hot drop and it sprays as it hits, she groans and rocks her hips as much as the ropes will allow. Dripping wax down her thighs all the way to her feet, I move the candle closer to her and work my way back up. Slowly dripping hot splashes of wax, I am grinning in delight as she moans and squirms.
I pause and set the candle down just long enough to lube a vibrator and push it into her sopping pussy. I turn it on the lowest setting and go back to the business of dripping hot wax on this yummy girl. She is humping now, her hips rocking off the table and I am giggling as I drip the wax, closer and closer, hotter and hotter, I drizzle it like icing on a delicious cake watching the wax drip and run just a bit down the curves before it cools and hardens.
"Please Ms! Please!" I am laughing as she begs me. "What would you like girl?" She is gasping and writhing and the wax is hot on her nipples. "MORE" she cries out.
I shove the vibrator hard into her and fuck her with it as I set the candle aside and rub her swelling clit with my fingers. She is writhing in ecstasy and I am pushing her to it hard and fast. I pinch her clit hard between my thumb and forefinger as I push deep inside her. That is all she can take and she is shuddering and cumming, her juices flowing out of her. I keep pushing in and out of her, I know she has more to give. I turn the vibrator on high and pick up my knife.
She squeaks and I see the fear shining in her eyes as I show her the blade. She is whimpering as I hold the blunt side against her throat, it is a narrow blade and it feels like the sharp side to her.
"Don't move Carressa, or I will cut you." She trembles and holds still, her eyes wide. I trace the point of the blade down between her breasts, using the sharp edge to scrape the wax off her body. She is whimpering and I pause to thrust the vibrator in and out of her, then resume the wax removal. My blade is sharp against her breasts, the point sliding under wax and pricking her nipple. I am careful not to break skin. My focus is entirely on removing wax from her beautiful body. Sharp edge scraping down her soft belly.
"So soft Carressa, such soft skin, so easy to cut through, and underneath, your vital organs. So easy to slip now girl, the pain would give you such an endorphin rush, and then you would be in terrible agony..." I am mocking her with my words as I twist the knife in my hands and track the sharp point over her belly to her mound. I trace down over her swollen lips, using the dull edge to part her lips and rub her clit with the cold steel. She is shaking and juice is gushing out of her. I spread her lips open "DO NOT MOVE" she is absolutely still as I trace the point of the blade from the base of her clit to the tip. So sharp, I dare not cause any pressure, holding her still as I touch the tip of her clit and she screams and cums. I pull the blade away as she shudders.
Pulling the vibrator out of her I untie the quick release knots and pull her into my arms. "You did so well honey, you are so pleasing to me" she is shaking and glowing with the endorphin high as I cuddle her and stroke my hands down her back. She starts crying softly murmuring thank you's and kissing my neck softly.
Naughty girl has me all aroused, I stand her up and pull her off to the bedroom so she can show me how grateful she is.
Blindfolded
This is a story I wrote about a year ago and published on a social BDSM site, I resubmit it here as it is a good piece and speaks to one of my interests very well.
“Do you trust me?” He has asked me this question a few times in the last month that we have been playing. And as slow as it is for me to learn trust, he has always paid attention to my limits and needs. Dangling from his hand is a blindfold; do I trust him that much?
“Yes Sir” I smile nervously up at him and feel my tummy flipping repeatedly. I wonder briefly if others at the party are watching this exchange. I am rather helpless at the moment tied firmly to this chair. I flex and shift a bit testing the ropes, no I can’t get out, only wiggle a bit from side to side.
“Good” he laughs (oh no! I think) as he slips the blindfold over my eyes. Sightless now I strain to hear him, the music is loud I can feel the vibrations in my feet, my legs are tied open and I am naked. The vibrations are coming up from the floor into the chair. I squirm a bit nervous, excited, and wondering.
I feel his breath on my shoulder and gasp as a clip is put on my right nipple, quickly followed by a clip on the left. They are tugged, gently at first and then hard. I feel the chain between them tugging at them as I groan.
I feel his breath on my thigh oh my god! What is he doing! I hold tense as I feel his fingers on my bald lips, his fingers rubbing over my clit. “Oh no please!” I cry out as I feel the clip clenching tight to my clit. It pulls suddenly and waves of pleasure mixed with pain course through me, I struggle against my bonds and realize that the clips are all connected and when I move they all tighten.
Now I hear his evil laugh, oh I must be a sight!
Gasping and trying not to move at all, I hear a zipper opening near my ear. Oh what is that! I can feel his warmth beside me and catch a sweet scent of perfume, is someone else helping him? Then suddenly a sharp cut across my breast. “EEEEEE” I cry out and struggle the clips pulling tight. Crying out again as I feel the pressure increase on my clit and nipples “Oh please no Sir!” I can’t help but struggle and feel the ropes biting into my skin. (How delicious) oh what is he doing it feels like a razor blade cutting me. Now I feel the light cutting down my tummy towards my lips. Struggling to hold still and biting my lip hard to keep from screaming.
The softest touch on my cheek a feel like a rose petal mm what is that? Turning my head to it and feeling the cut lower, now on my labia, senses reeling so lost between the two sensations. Floating now in painful ecstasy, I feel those soft touches undoing the clips and I scream, as the blood flows back into my nipples and clit. And I feel the sharp point pricking each nipple, I gasp right on the edge. Waves of pure pleasure wash over me as the sharp tip pricks my clit. I tense and shake hard calling out “Sir please!”
I drift for a moment and come back to feel the ropes being loosened, I am still sightless and a straw is pressed to my lips I drink greedily, murmuring my thanks. My hands are free and I slide my fingertips over my tummy to feel the cuts.. I feel only smooth skin. I pull off the blindfold to see him kneeling in front of me and chuckling as he unties my legs. There are only faint red lines on my skin, not even a scratch. If he had a helper she (it smelled like a woman) has withdrawn.
“OOO you are evil” I joke with him and he just laughs and tosses the ropes to the floor to wrap me in a warm hug. My body is still shaking and he caresses me softly, I kiss him, grateful and amazed that I am not mortally wounded. “What was that?” my curiosity getting the best of me. He laughs and points to a small zipper pouch and a glittering wartenburg wheel laying half inside it. “There now girl did you think I would hurt you permanently?”
I can only smile at him and offer to help him clean up, hoping we will play more later!
“Do you trust me?” He has asked me this question a few times in the last month that we have been playing. And as slow as it is for me to learn trust, he has always paid attention to my limits and needs. Dangling from his hand is a blindfold; do I trust him that much?
“Yes Sir” I smile nervously up at him and feel my tummy flipping repeatedly. I wonder briefly if others at the party are watching this exchange. I am rather helpless at the moment tied firmly to this chair. I flex and shift a bit testing the ropes, no I can’t get out, only wiggle a bit from side to side.
“Good” he laughs (oh no! I think) as he slips the blindfold over my eyes. Sightless now I strain to hear him, the music is loud I can feel the vibrations in my feet, my legs are tied open and I am naked. The vibrations are coming up from the floor into the chair. I squirm a bit nervous, excited, and wondering.
I feel his breath on my shoulder and gasp as a clip is put on my right nipple, quickly followed by a clip on the left. They are tugged, gently at first and then hard. I feel the chain between them tugging at them as I groan.
I feel his breath on my thigh oh my god! What is he doing! I hold tense as I feel his fingers on my bald lips, his fingers rubbing over my clit. “Oh no please!” I cry out as I feel the clip clenching tight to my clit. It pulls suddenly and waves of pleasure mixed with pain course through me, I struggle against my bonds and realize that the clips are all connected and when I move they all tighten.
Now I hear his evil laugh, oh I must be a sight!
Gasping and trying not to move at all, I hear a zipper opening near my ear. Oh what is that! I can feel his warmth beside me and catch a sweet scent of perfume, is someone else helping him? Then suddenly a sharp cut across my breast. “EEEEEE” I cry out and struggle the clips pulling tight. Crying out again as I feel the pressure increase on my clit and nipples “Oh please no Sir!” I can’t help but struggle and feel the ropes biting into my skin. (How delicious) oh what is he doing it feels like a razor blade cutting me. Now I feel the light cutting down my tummy towards my lips. Struggling to hold still and biting my lip hard to keep from screaming.
The softest touch on my cheek a feel like a rose petal mm what is that? Turning my head to it and feeling the cut lower, now on my labia, senses reeling so lost between the two sensations. Floating now in painful ecstasy, I feel those soft touches undoing the clips and I scream, as the blood flows back into my nipples and clit. And I feel the sharp point pricking each nipple, I gasp right on the edge. Waves of pure pleasure wash over me as the sharp tip pricks my clit. I tense and shake hard calling out “Sir please!”
I drift for a moment and come back to feel the ropes being loosened, I am still sightless and a straw is pressed to my lips I drink greedily, murmuring my thanks. My hands are free and I slide my fingertips over my tummy to feel the cuts.. I feel only smooth skin. I pull off the blindfold to see him kneeling in front of me and chuckling as he unties my legs. There are only faint red lines on my skin, not even a scratch. If he had a helper she (it smelled like a woman) has withdrawn.
“OOO you are evil” I joke with him and he just laughs and tosses the ropes to the floor to wrap me in a warm hug. My body is still shaking and he caresses me softly, I kiss him, grateful and amazed that I am not mortally wounded. “What was that?” my curiosity getting the best of me. He laughs and points to a small zipper pouch and a glittering wartenburg wheel laying half inside it. “There now girl did you think I would hurt you permanently?”
I can only smile at him and offer to help him clean up, hoping we will play more later!
The Sadist
I am resting on the sofa, my legs weak and trembling as I have just had 7 orgasms rather quickly while riding a fuck machine. I had a gracious audience and volunteers that came and bit, licked and sucked my nipples to get me off. Then participated in some very sexy action in front of porn that was being pojected for our viewing pleasure in the back room. Honestly I have no idea what they were doing on the screen.
I look around and people are wanking off everywhere. There is a man across from me who is quite interesting who is watching me and stroking his cock. I glance over and there she is, beauty glowing from her, as she curls up in her space on top of the cage. She has toys in her pussy and she is flushed as she cums.
Yummy!
I ask if I can watch and am told yes, so eagerly I crouch down so I am eye level with her pussy. She has piercings and is using a vibrator to make herself cum. Two vibrators one in her pussy and one on her clit. There are other toys scattered around her. My hand is rubbing my soaking wet pussy lips as I watch her cum, a small trickle of girl juice squirting out of her. MMMMMM she is unbearably delicious and I must mind my manners! I stand up and we discuss how many orgasms we have had, I tell her seven and she says "OH! I will catch up to that." She has just had her fourth.
I move back to the sofa to watch her and turn my body so she can see me playing with my pussy as I watch her turn so I can see her playing. Rubbing my vulva with lube I grab a vibrating bullet and slide it all over my labia, enjoying the vibrations. Building myself up as I watch her she is nearly ready to cum, I shove my bullet inside me and grab a small vibrator for my clit. I am envisioning this woman commanding my desire. I call out to her as I cum, and I squirt. My first squirt of the evening. I keep fucking my fingers and toys and cum twice more while watching her. She is nearly matching me orgasm for orgasm. And everythime I cum she gives me this look like I am going to be punished severly. I adore every moment!
She is trying to catch up to me and I have been ordered not to cum until she does, I am writhing on the couch as I watch her, every so often calling out to her "Please? Now please?" She gives me a stern look and tells me "No! Me first!" I am whimpering and pouting and encouraging her to cum so I can orgasm. I am such a greedy girl. My labia are engorged and my orgasm is being just barely held off, my clit so swollen and sensitive, everytime I touch it I shudder. She cums and I wait for her to count it, impatient girl, I am begging again before she has caught her breath. "Yes cum" I squirm and twist as my vibe hits my clit. I am cumming in under thirty seconds, it is big as she made me wait, I curl up in the throes, shocks running through me. I have lost count, I am mindless, ecstasy has taken over my brain. As I tell her of this and ask if I get spanked for it, she says "Masochists want spankings, Sadists reply with NO" I squeak and pout a bit and am joined by a beautiful pregnant woman I have played with before.
She tells me there is a name for me tonight as she scratches her nails down my thigh and I am transported through the pain to blissful heaven. Damn I adore the endorphin rush that pain brings, I can feel my orgasm already building as I gasp and say "pain-slut" she says "noo your the go-to girl" The girl on the cage tells her how many orgasms I have had and she thinks that is rather impressive. All this time I have been rubbing my clit with my vibe and I am close to cumming and state "If you keep raking your claws over my leg we can add another one to the count" she claws down my leg and next I know she is biting my nipple and pinching the other and I am cumming so hard, everything fades away but the pleasure and pain mixing and twisting through my body.
I must ride again! Needing to fuck so badly I think I will die if I dont, I set up the machine quickly and climb on. My audience has grown now there are several men and two or three women. More are standing outside the door watching. Thoughts wander through my head I wonder where the lovely sadist has gone to... And then I am on the machine and rocking that cock inside me, thoughts are gone it is only wave upon wave of pleasure as men stroke their cocks I watch, there is a girl beside me. I cum, it's hard and messy, I know my juice is everywhere. I keep riding, eager and knowing the evening is coming to an end. I turn to the girl who is watching and ask her to come pull my hair (I have been craving this all night) She stands behind me, her hands tangle in my hair and the tingles course through me as she pulls. I am cumming and she is pinching my nipple and I don't want it to end... Waves crashing over me as she pulls my hair tighter and suddenly I am curled up as my last orgasm shreds me to bits. I am cumming and crying out and it is glorious. I thank her as I slide the cock out of me and rest still sitting on the machine.
I am quivering like a bowl full of jello and people are thanking me for the show and I am unable to do anything but sit there with this dildo between my legs and shake and breathe. I call out to the sadist I was watching earlier and tell her my count. I stand up and I feel my juices slippery and coating the inside of my thighs. I am blushing as I clean up the machine, I have made a huge mess.
We are at the end of the evening and the beautiful sadistic girl has an arm draped over my shoulders as the hostesses calls out asking how many orgasms has everyone had. I blush faintly as beauty calls out first her number of ten and then mine of fifteen. It has become a fun game, the winner goes home sated and trembling, barely able to drive.
I get home and check the calendar for the next party, eager to repeat the experience!
I look around and people are wanking off everywhere. There is a man across from me who is quite interesting who is watching me and stroking his cock. I glance over and there she is, beauty glowing from her, as she curls up in her space on top of the cage. She has toys in her pussy and she is flushed as she cums.
Yummy!
I ask if I can watch and am told yes, so eagerly I crouch down so I am eye level with her pussy. She has piercings and is using a vibrator to make herself cum. Two vibrators one in her pussy and one on her clit. There are other toys scattered around her. My hand is rubbing my soaking wet pussy lips as I watch her cum, a small trickle of girl juice squirting out of her. MMMMMM she is unbearably delicious and I must mind my manners! I stand up and we discuss how many orgasms we have had, I tell her seven and she says "OH! I will catch up to that." She has just had her fourth.
I move back to the sofa to watch her and turn my body so she can see me playing with my pussy as I watch her turn so I can see her playing. Rubbing my vulva with lube I grab a vibrating bullet and slide it all over my labia, enjoying the vibrations. Building myself up as I watch her she is nearly ready to cum, I shove my bullet inside me and grab a small vibrator for my clit. I am envisioning this woman commanding my desire. I call out to her as I cum, and I squirt. My first squirt of the evening. I keep fucking my fingers and toys and cum twice more while watching her. She is nearly matching me orgasm for orgasm. And everythime I cum she gives me this look like I am going to be punished severly. I adore every moment!
She is trying to catch up to me and I have been ordered not to cum until she does, I am writhing on the couch as I watch her, every so often calling out to her "Please? Now please?" She gives me a stern look and tells me "No! Me first!" I am whimpering and pouting and encouraging her to cum so I can orgasm. I am such a greedy girl. My labia are engorged and my orgasm is being just barely held off, my clit so swollen and sensitive, everytime I touch it I shudder. She cums and I wait for her to count it, impatient girl, I am begging again before she has caught her breath. "Yes cum" I squirm and twist as my vibe hits my clit. I am cumming in under thirty seconds, it is big as she made me wait, I curl up in the throes, shocks running through me. I have lost count, I am mindless, ecstasy has taken over my brain. As I tell her of this and ask if I get spanked for it, she says "Masochists want spankings, Sadists reply with NO" I squeak and pout a bit and am joined by a beautiful pregnant woman I have played with before.
She tells me there is a name for me tonight as she scratches her nails down my thigh and I am transported through the pain to blissful heaven. Damn I adore the endorphin rush that pain brings, I can feel my orgasm already building as I gasp and say "pain-slut" she says "noo your the go-to girl" The girl on the cage tells her how many orgasms I have had and she thinks that is rather impressive. All this time I have been rubbing my clit with my vibe and I am close to cumming and state "If you keep raking your claws over my leg we can add another one to the count" she claws down my leg and next I know she is biting my nipple and pinching the other and I am cumming so hard, everything fades away but the pleasure and pain mixing and twisting through my body.
I must ride again! Needing to fuck so badly I think I will die if I dont, I set up the machine quickly and climb on. My audience has grown now there are several men and two or three women. More are standing outside the door watching. Thoughts wander through my head I wonder where the lovely sadist has gone to... And then I am on the machine and rocking that cock inside me, thoughts are gone it is only wave upon wave of pleasure as men stroke their cocks I watch, there is a girl beside me. I cum, it's hard and messy, I know my juice is everywhere. I keep riding, eager and knowing the evening is coming to an end. I turn to the girl who is watching and ask her to come pull my hair (I have been craving this all night) She stands behind me, her hands tangle in my hair and the tingles course through me as she pulls. I am cumming and she is pinching my nipple and I don't want it to end... Waves crashing over me as she pulls my hair tighter and suddenly I am curled up as my last orgasm shreds me to bits. I am cumming and crying out and it is glorious. I thank her as I slide the cock out of me and rest still sitting on the machine.
I am quivering like a bowl full of jello and people are thanking me for the show and I am unable to do anything but sit there with this dildo between my legs and shake and breathe. I call out to the sadist I was watching earlier and tell her my count. I stand up and I feel my juices slippery and coating the inside of my thighs. I am blushing as I clean up the machine, I have made a huge mess.
We are at the end of the evening and the beautiful sadistic girl has an arm draped over my shoulders as the hostesses calls out asking how many orgasms has everyone had. I blush faintly as beauty calls out first her number of ten and then mine of fifteen. It has become a fun game, the winner goes home sated and trembling, barely able to drive.
I get home and check the calendar for the next party, eager to repeat the experience!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Boy Toy
I open the door and usher him inside. "Take off your clothes" is my first instruction. As I walk over to my chaise and recline, arranging my satin robe so he can see the lace I am wearing underneath, watching him undress and place his clothing on the table. I gesture to the tray on the table and tell him to bring it to me. He lifts the tray with the pitcher of ice and water, two glasses and several small items including rubber bands, wooden skewers, small plastic clips and chop sticks.
"Set them here" I gesture to the coffee table and tell him to pour me a glass of water. He can not help but notice the clothes pins, string, crop, bamboo cane and several condoms, a pair of latex gloves and a bottle of lube sit next to three different sized butt plugs. He pours and leans over me to set it on the table beside me, I can see his muscles quivering. I shift my feet to the side, "Sit and tell me how the traffic was on the way over."
He obeys instantly his hand straying to caress the soft skin of my calf as I listen to him tell me about his day. My eyes never leave his until finally he runs out of words to say. I lean forward and place my small hand on his strong chest. "I am going to make you beg today boy, and you will plead with me to stop, and you will beg me not to stop, and just when you think you can not take it any longer... well that is when the real fun will begin. Let's begin. Rise" I can feel his heart thudding until I remove my hand so he can get up.
He is on his feet in a flash, eager toy. I stand and lift my glass to my lips, drinking slowly while he fidgets and waits. Hiding my grin in my glass, I can feel his excitement. I reach and grab a handful of silk scarfs from under the table. Directing him to stand in front of the beam, cock to the beam, I proceed to rub him with the scarves. Starting at his head and sliding silk covered hands down his arms to his wrists. Trying the scarf around one wrist, looping it around the pole and then tying his other wrist. It is done quickly and I have grabbed another scarf and slid it over his back, hands rubbing down over his ass, as he moans and sticks his bum out at me.
I laugh and swat his butt with light stinging swats of my hands. He is dancing and squirming and I know it is more humiliating than painful. I can see that he is blushing.
I circle to his front, his cock is hard and poking past the pole as I look in his eyes and slide the silken hands over his chest and down his tummy. His eyes close and he groans as I circle his shaft with the silken scrap. I watch his face as I tease him, never enough friction to do anymore than make him thrust and try to gain more contact.
He whimpers and asks "please" I know it is only a question, almost like a mild request. I walk over to the table and pick up the clips, crossing back in front of him, three clips in my hand. "oh you want more?" is my reply as I apply the clips to his nipples. They are small and light and don't pinch much, but he has never worn any before and I know the are enough to distract him and tease him. I tug at his balls gently and apply the third clip. He is squirming and trying to get away "no! no! please"
"No is not your safeword toy, so tough, they are only little clips." with that and a little laugh I squeeze the head of his hard dick and his protests change to moans of pleasure.
I return to the table and slip a glove on my left hand, apply lube liberally to my fingertips. Crossing to stand behind him with the lube in my hand I place my hand on his hip and pull him back so he is standing with his bum thrust out towards me. Slippery fingers in his crack as I drip lube, this is another first for him, my finger slipping easily into his ass and probing his prosate. He groans and presses into my hand as I slide my other hand under him and stroke his cock in longer slow strokes. Massaging his prostrate and feeling his dick lengthen I peek at it and see it is a nice bright red shade now. Withdrawing my finger I step back to the table, grab the smallest plug, slick it with a covering of lube and press it hard into his slippery hole. He cries out and lurches forward, surprised at the size of it. My hand holds it steady inside him, pressing it in pulsing motions and slowly working it so he groaning in pleasure. Peeling off the glove and reaching to rub under the ridge of his straining cock.
I laugh as he moans and trys to thrust into my hand, I reach down and pull on the clip on his sack. Suddenly he is frozen in place and gasping. Laughing harder I leave the plug in his ass and circle around front to pull the clips off his nipples, yanking them off and making sure they scrape hard on the tips, cock being squeezed as he shakes and struggles.
He is begging now "please goddess, please oh puhleeeese!"
"Please what boy? Please your goddess? Yes you will."
I let him go and pick up the bambo skewers. Holding them up in front of his face so he can see what they are I see his smirk as if to say pfft those are nothing. I drag the points hard down his chest, stopping to poke each nipple. Trailing over his hips and down over his buttcheeks leaving red scratch marks the entire way. He is groaning again as I scratch up his back and over his shoulders. His eyes have closed and he is looking blissful.
I reverse the skewers in my hand and start flicking them at him, bamboo skewers are flexible and the thin red welts they leave behind are so lovely, I think to myself as I snap him with them all down his chest, giving particular attention to his nipples and his belly right above his cock.Moving lower and leaving welts all down his legs, I move around the back and make my way up his body, his ass now covered in welts and his hole firmly plugged, I give the plug a good push.
"Oh Goddess! Oh you are so evil.. OW.. Oh please! Please no more! OW!" I am laughing as he struggles, he is not tied anywhere but his wrists and he is not struggling to much.
I pick up my crop and work the other way, down his back and ass, my crop striking each welts it finds, NOW he is struggling, and his body is shaking and he starts to laugh. I cross in front of him and rub my crop under his cock, his laughter stops as he looks in my eyes and I see a small flicker of fear as I tap the tip of his cock with my crop ever so gently. He has been pampered and never really been tortured, I remind myself, as I bring my crop up to strike his nipples. He is pulling hard against the scarves now.
I drop to my knees in front of him, my breath hot on his dick as I lean under and lick his balls and taint, sucking and licking, not once touch his cock.
He is whimpering now and I have him where I want him. Hard now I take his cock in my mouth and suck, tongue swirling and coaxing, stroking hard and firm strokes. "Oh Please! Please I want to cum! Please please!"
"You want, you want, greedy boy!" I grab the plug and work it in his ass as he struggles and his balls pull up tight under his cock.
"I want your cum, now!" I clamp my mouth over his cock as I fuck his ass and stroke and I hear him groaning as he thrusts into my mouth and starts cumming. I stroke long hard strokes, as he cums and nearly screams in pleasure, long moans and laughter as his body tenses and I suck until he has given me his last drop.
He is staggering as I untie him and lead him to the chaise to rest. I settle in and pull him down so his head is resting in my lap. I run my hands gently over his head and face, feeling him calm down. His breathing slows and his arms encircle my waist. He is kissing my thighs softly, so sweet and endearing as he worships me.
"That was a good start" I smile at him, and he can only smile back and nod.
Ah what fun!
"Set them here" I gesture to the coffee table and tell him to pour me a glass of water. He can not help but notice the clothes pins, string, crop, bamboo cane and several condoms, a pair of latex gloves and a bottle of lube sit next to three different sized butt plugs. He pours and leans over me to set it on the table beside me, I can see his muscles quivering. I shift my feet to the side, "Sit and tell me how the traffic was on the way over."
He obeys instantly his hand straying to caress the soft skin of my calf as I listen to him tell me about his day. My eyes never leave his until finally he runs out of words to say. I lean forward and place my small hand on his strong chest. "I am going to make you beg today boy, and you will plead with me to stop, and you will beg me not to stop, and just when you think you can not take it any longer... well that is when the real fun will begin. Let's begin. Rise" I can feel his heart thudding until I remove my hand so he can get up.
He is on his feet in a flash, eager toy. I stand and lift my glass to my lips, drinking slowly while he fidgets and waits. Hiding my grin in my glass, I can feel his excitement. I reach and grab a handful of silk scarfs from under the table. Directing him to stand in front of the beam, cock to the beam, I proceed to rub him with the scarves. Starting at his head and sliding silk covered hands down his arms to his wrists. Trying the scarf around one wrist, looping it around the pole and then tying his other wrist. It is done quickly and I have grabbed another scarf and slid it over his back, hands rubbing down over his ass, as he moans and sticks his bum out at me.
I laugh and swat his butt with light stinging swats of my hands. He is dancing and squirming and I know it is more humiliating than painful. I can see that he is blushing.
I circle to his front, his cock is hard and poking past the pole as I look in his eyes and slide the silken hands over his chest and down his tummy. His eyes close and he groans as I circle his shaft with the silken scrap. I watch his face as I tease him, never enough friction to do anymore than make him thrust and try to gain more contact.
He whimpers and asks "please" I know it is only a question, almost like a mild request. I walk over to the table and pick up the clips, crossing back in front of him, three clips in my hand. "oh you want more?" is my reply as I apply the clips to his nipples. They are small and light and don't pinch much, but he has never worn any before and I know the are enough to distract him and tease him. I tug at his balls gently and apply the third clip. He is squirming and trying to get away "no! no! please"
"No is not your safeword toy, so tough, they are only little clips." with that and a little laugh I squeeze the head of his hard dick and his protests change to moans of pleasure.
I return to the table and slip a glove on my left hand, apply lube liberally to my fingertips. Crossing to stand behind him with the lube in my hand I place my hand on his hip and pull him back so he is standing with his bum thrust out towards me. Slippery fingers in his crack as I drip lube, this is another first for him, my finger slipping easily into his ass and probing his prosate. He groans and presses into my hand as I slide my other hand under him and stroke his cock in longer slow strokes. Massaging his prostrate and feeling his dick lengthen I peek at it and see it is a nice bright red shade now. Withdrawing my finger I step back to the table, grab the smallest plug, slick it with a covering of lube and press it hard into his slippery hole. He cries out and lurches forward, surprised at the size of it. My hand holds it steady inside him, pressing it in pulsing motions and slowly working it so he groaning in pleasure. Peeling off the glove and reaching to rub under the ridge of his straining cock.
I laugh as he moans and trys to thrust into my hand, I reach down and pull on the clip on his sack. Suddenly he is frozen in place and gasping. Laughing harder I leave the plug in his ass and circle around front to pull the clips off his nipples, yanking them off and making sure they scrape hard on the tips, cock being squeezed as he shakes and struggles.
He is begging now "please goddess, please oh puhleeeese!"
"Please what boy? Please your goddess? Yes you will."
I let him go and pick up the bambo skewers. Holding them up in front of his face so he can see what they are I see his smirk as if to say pfft those are nothing. I drag the points hard down his chest, stopping to poke each nipple. Trailing over his hips and down over his buttcheeks leaving red scratch marks the entire way. He is groaning again as I scratch up his back and over his shoulders. His eyes have closed and he is looking blissful.
I reverse the skewers in my hand and start flicking them at him, bamboo skewers are flexible and the thin red welts they leave behind are so lovely, I think to myself as I snap him with them all down his chest, giving particular attention to his nipples and his belly right above his cock.Moving lower and leaving welts all down his legs, I move around the back and make my way up his body, his ass now covered in welts and his hole firmly plugged, I give the plug a good push.
"Oh Goddess! Oh you are so evil.. OW.. Oh please! Please no more! OW!" I am laughing as he struggles, he is not tied anywhere but his wrists and he is not struggling to much.
I pick up my crop and work the other way, down his back and ass, my crop striking each welts it finds, NOW he is struggling, and his body is shaking and he starts to laugh. I cross in front of him and rub my crop under his cock, his laughter stops as he looks in my eyes and I see a small flicker of fear as I tap the tip of his cock with my crop ever so gently. He has been pampered and never really been tortured, I remind myself, as I bring my crop up to strike his nipples. He is pulling hard against the scarves now.
I drop to my knees in front of him, my breath hot on his dick as I lean under and lick his balls and taint, sucking and licking, not once touch his cock.
He is whimpering now and I have him where I want him. Hard now I take his cock in my mouth and suck, tongue swirling and coaxing, stroking hard and firm strokes. "Oh Please! Please I want to cum! Please please!"
"You want, you want, greedy boy!" I grab the plug and work it in his ass as he struggles and his balls pull up tight under his cock.
"I want your cum, now!" I clamp my mouth over his cock as I fuck his ass and stroke and I hear him groaning as he thrusts into my mouth and starts cumming. I stroke long hard strokes, as he cums and nearly screams in pleasure, long moans and laughter as his body tenses and I suck until he has given me his last drop.
He is staggering as I untie him and lead him to the chaise to rest. I settle in and pull him down so his head is resting in my lap. I run my hands gently over his head and face, feeling him calm down. His breathing slows and his arms encircle my waist. He is kissing my thighs softly, so sweet and endearing as he worships me.
"That was a good start" I smile at him, and he can only smile back and nod.
Ah what fun!
Monday, August 24, 2009
I worship her
I look into her eyes and she touches my cheek in the softest caress. I adore her in this and every moment, she can see it in how her touch causes my full attention to rest on her. A soft moan escapes me and I feel her touch rush tingles through me.
Her smile is beautiful and I am enthralled as she circles me slowly, inspecting me. Yesterday she ordered me to the spa and I am soft and smooth everywhere. Her tweezers quick to pluck a hair that was missed and I vibrate, pleasure rushing through me, “thank you Mistress.”
I lift my foot and balance as she slides the white stocking over it, stepping down as she smoothes it up my leg, she clips the garter to it and moves to my other foot, I have never been dressed so carefully. Is this all I am to wear to her gathering? Trembling at the question I can’t bring myself to ask, my desire overcoming any shyness I feel at the thought.
Her fingertips graze over my stiff nipples and I feel my knees weaken. Her hands at my throat and following her guidance I kneel in worship to her. Her scent is glorious and I am basking in her attention. I long to bury my face in the soft silky fabric of her skirt I lean forward so my cheek brushes it softly. She knows.
She has opened a drawer and withdrawn a narrow white box, she sets it on the top of the dresser and opens it. Lifting out what looks like velvet ribbons. She returns to where I kneel and carefully she slips the velvet collar around my neck tying an intricate knot in the back, the laces trailing to tickle between my shoulders hen she is finished. And then I see, how there is a snowy soft velvet lead permanently attached to the front of it. The end of it is a small loop just large enough for her to slip her hand through. She is now tying white velvety cuffs to my wrists, again the laces are left long.
She has me stand now before the mirror a pair of white heels waiting for me to step into them. She sits on a low stool and places cuffs around my ankles these are velvet as the rest are but there are no laces for me to trip on. I have been transformed under her touch, an untamable creature now on the end of her leash.
“The shoes hnossa” I step into them and she instructs me to stand tall, her nails scratching lightly between my shoulders. The leash in her hand she walks to the door and I follow, as completely in her embrace as if she held me tightly, shyness forgotten. Her guests have gathered and await us.
Her smile is beautiful and I am enthralled as she circles me slowly, inspecting me. Yesterday she ordered me to the spa and I am soft and smooth everywhere. Her tweezers quick to pluck a hair that was missed and I vibrate, pleasure rushing through me, “thank you Mistress.”
I lift my foot and balance as she slides the white stocking over it, stepping down as she smoothes it up my leg, she clips the garter to it and moves to my other foot, I have never been dressed so carefully. Is this all I am to wear to her gathering? Trembling at the question I can’t bring myself to ask, my desire overcoming any shyness I feel at the thought.
Her fingertips graze over my stiff nipples and I feel my knees weaken. Her hands at my throat and following her guidance I kneel in worship to her. Her scent is glorious and I am basking in her attention. I long to bury my face in the soft silky fabric of her skirt I lean forward so my cheek brushes it softly. She knows.
She has opened a drawer and withdrawn a narrow white box, she sets it on the top of the dresser and opens it. Lifting out what looks like velvet ribbons. She returns to where I kneel and carefully she slips the velvet collar around my neck tying an intricate knot in the back, the laces trailing to tickle between my shoulders hen she is finished. And then I see, how there is a snowy soft velvet lead permanently attached to the front of it. The end of it is a small loop just large enough for her to slip her hand through. She is now tying white velvety cuffs to my wrists, again the laces are left long.
She has me stand now before the mirror a pair of white heels waiting for me to step into them. She sits on a low stool and places cuffs around my ankles these are velvet as the rest are but there are no laces for me to trip on. I have been transformed under her touch, an untamable creature now on the end of her leash.
“The shoes hnossa” I step into them and she instructs me to stand tall, her nails scratching lightly between my shoulders. The leash in her hand she walks to the door and I follow, as completely in her embrace as if she held me tightly, shyness forgotten. Her guests have gathered and await us.
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