A cure for boredom

We had been playing for awhile and neither of us was really in the mood for the usual, hump and cuddle session. Boredom was setting in, we needed a change.

I eyed him up, he was in only a pair of briefs, I was in a pair of silky panties and a satin bra.

I stood up and pulled my panties off, there was a small hole near the waistband. I stick my thumb in and pull, tearing them in a long gash. I grin at him. He looks surprised at my destruction of a pair of underwear.

He looks even more surprised when the gash expands and I have torn my knickers into two silky strips of cloth.

"Give me your hands bad boy." He blinks surprised, we have never played this game before. I tie his hands together with one strip and tell him to get on his knees. He struggles to comply and once he is is on his knees I circle behind him and push him forward roughly. He lands on his elbows and cries out in surprise. I am tying his ankles together and he is starting to protest. "Hun what are you doing"

"Sexy boy, what does it look like I am doing? I am tying you up in my underwear so I can rape you!" He laughs a bit nervously and starts to say something else but I have taken off my bra and use it to gag him, bunching it up in the middle and tying it around his head. I am tempted to use it like reins and ride him like a pony, maybe later.

I stand back and look over my work. Ankles bound in a thin strip, hands bound, boy on elbows and knees. His briefs are still in place and I can see his erection plainly underneath. He turns to look up at me, he looks so puzzled, a bit worried, but very turned on! Goody!

I run my hands down his back and under his tummy. Sliding back up to pinch his nipples. He groans against the gag and his hips thrust a bit. This makes me smile, I push my boobs against his ass, I know he can feel my hard nipples through his underwear. Those have got to go.

I reach over to my mending kit and pull out my small scissors, "Hold still boy." I slide the cold steel down his spine to his waistband and underneath along the crack of his bum. He is shuddering and I am dripping wet. This is hot, I slide the cool steel scissors back out and cut through the waistband and into the cotton fabric with a sharp SNIP sound. He jumps a bit as I let the sharp tip of the scissors touch his skin.

I grab the cut edges and pull, tearing them apart with a loud ripping sound. I rip all the way to the Y front and get caught up on a seam. I laugh evilly and slide the cool steel of my scissors of his balls. He is shaking his head frantically and mumbling against the gag as I carefully snip through the rest of his underwear, the scissors grazing past the length of his cock to snip the waistband in two.

I withdraw the scissors from his delicate bits and set them aside. That was fun making him squirm! I grab each half and tug them down his thighs to his knees. His cock is hard and bobbing between his legs. I give it a quick squeeze with a cool hand before kneeling back to decide what to do next. He waggles his hips at me.

I swat his butt playfully. "You are such a naughty boy." I hear him groan and I swat the other cheek lightly. His hips thrust and his cock swings. I start spanking him harder, rubbing after each swat with my hands. My hands are sliding into his butt crack and rubbing over his butthole. Running my hands lower over his taint and balls to touch the base of his cock.

"MMMM you are yummy and I am going to fuck you." I grab a butt plug and start dripping lube into his crack. My fingers push the lube into his ass and I lube up the plug. It feels cold, fun! He will feel it stretching him and filling him. I push the plug slowly into his ass, watching him hump at air with his bulging hard cock. I fuck his ass slowly and then push the plug in all the way and spank him a  few times.

His hips are thrusting and I am going crazy with lust, I push him flat to the floor and climb on top rubbing my tits all over his back and my pussy all over his ass. With my fingernails I dig into his butt cheek as my other hand slips under him and strokes his cock.

He is grunting as I rub my pussy against his bum and bite his shoulder. His cock is pumping in my hand and I feel him tensing and his thrusting increases. My hand a tight fist around his shaft, I grab the plug and fuck him hard. His cum spurts out all over my hand as he yells and bucks his hips.

Bucking bronco boy. I hold on with teeth and nails as he continues to fuck and spasm, until just as suddenly it is over and he is laying under me gasping.

I untie my bra and free his mouth. Grabbing the scissors I cut his wrists and ankles free. He lays there looking at me curiously as I get up and start tidying. My pussy is soaked and I am horny as hell.

"Where did that come from," he asks as he rises and pulls the plug from his ass.

"Oh I was bored, now take me for dinner, I am hungry." I smile up at him, for some reason I don't want to get off yet. I will make him please me later....


Yes it is true, it was my first real experience Topping, about 12 years ago now. I had no idea what I was doing really, but we both enjoyed ourselves and that was what mattered.

World record wankers

I have been perusing the internet this evening in search of world record counts for orgasms.

It appears that the female record is in the 90's. I have yet to find a reliable source for this number and it seems the most orgasms for a man is 36 in 24 hours. So 90 orgasms in how long? 24 hours? I did see one article that said 6 hours was the longest time a girl had masturbated, but I know I have broken that record tons of times on lazy Sunday's...

I may have to set a new world record. I love a challenge!

Ok shopping list, batteries, power bars, gatorade and a barrel of lube.

Oh and I think I need a volunteer to count them, because after 15 I start forgetting.... HAH!

Masturbation on the Fly

NO time for anything fancy.

Laying in bed. warm and cozy. I imagine I can hear his voice. We only had phone sex 3 or 4 times but I remember the times vividly and they always make me cum.

His voice directs me what to do, "Carress your mound and outer lips lightly, the skin soft under your fingertips. Feel the hunger build. Open your legs to your Master and with light touches show your depths to him. Light touches on your inner lips. Open them and run your fingers lightly over them. Circle your fingers around your little clit, girl. Do not touch it. Light teasing touch all around and around. No touching. Circle slow and soft, deep breath, relax... Lightly touch your hole, is it wet? Good girl, smear the wetness with your fingers, you want Masters cock in your pussy don't you? MMHMM it is good how wet you are. Slide your fingers lightly up to your hood, slide lightly up and pull the hood of your clit back. Baby, take deep slow breaths. I know you want to cum, not yet. Pull your hood back, show your clit to Master. Ahh good girl. Now gently brush your fingertip over it. Side to side baby, barely touch it. Yes I know you want to cum, yes I know you want to fuck. Look at you rubbing your clit. Good girl. Faster now, light and fast, yes. Show Master you want his cock now and CUM. Oh yes your a good girl to squirt like that. Clean your fingers baby I want to hear your sucking..."

Ah fond memories that still get me off everytime.

The Waiting Game

Denial is such a lovely word.

I cum at the drop of a hat. Pretty much if you look at me the right way I am cumming. I have had interesting orgasms at interesting times. To say I am multi-orgasmic is an understatement.. unfortunately this also makes me insatiable. I actually went to my doctor once and begged him to help me turn my cum switch off. When I explained HOW orgasmic I was he didn't really believe me. I wasn't about to show him so I let it drop. Pap smears became unbelievably embarrassing. Especially considering it only served to remind me of my first Dom, he loved playing doctor.

So.. why is this relevant.. oh yes! The waiting game. MMMM one of my favorite things is to be made to wait. Waiting to cum is nearly excrutiating for me. It is delightful, and serves to satisfy a deeper hunger. It satisfies a need to surrender control. And allows me to have the believe someone else can control something that is simply beyond my own control.

In short, it's hot.

Pin me underneath you and deny me orgasm, fuck me and feel my pussy clenching around you. I can feel my g-spot swelling inside me. Filling with fluid, and building until it is nearly painful. I will beg you and you will tell me no and even stop fucking me as I teeter right on the edge. Feel me squirm under you, hips pumping, struggling to slide against you. Slide out so only the head of your dick is inside me, I will reach down and grab your cock and try to pull you to me. I am greedy and have no control of my desire. I want you NOW, and I want to cum.

Slide inside me again, push my hand away so I can't rub my clit. It is swollen too and throbbing. I can feel it rubbing against you, fuck me PLEASE. I want to squirt my girl juice on you. I want the ecstasy of orgasm to roll over me.

No, not yet, Your hands are pinning me flat, I was so eager to fuck you that my bra and panties are still on. I crave your teeth on my nipples. I want you to bite me.. anywhere, the pain is another release, and this is given to me. Cruel nips on my neck and shoulders, my breast. I am writhing and begging "oh please! please! I NEED to cum" Your growl in my ear as you fuck me hard now, I struggle to hold myself back now, trembling with the intensity of my need.

Begging and whimpering, "yes cum" two or three more stroke of your dick and I am squirting, my body shaking uncontrollably. Spasms ripping through me and I arch my back and hump mindlessly. I am a wild creature bent on release, on satisfying my desire. Sparkles touching nerve endings as my orgasm sets off waves of pleasure. I don't know how many times I squirt but you are still fucking me and I am lost inside the echos of ecstasy.

Do it again please, is my new plea.. I want more.. control me.. punish me.. use me.. twist my desire to your needs.

Yummy!

Intolerable Cruelty

I am a masochist. To be more specific, I sexualize pain, I make it something more, I make it pleasure.

I crave pain, in many instances I find myself craving pain to such a high degree that I will inflict it on myself to get an endorphine "fix". I could go so far as to declare pain as my drug of choice. I don't drink, do drugs, smoke, or participate in any addictive behaviors. Only in this sweet agony do I find solace and comfort, humour, and passion, it can amplify and beautify any emotion I need.

I have in the last last year discovered that there are forms of pain I do not crave. In fact there are forms of distress which make me throb and ache in unimaginable ways. Suffering that overtakes my very being.

This is torture I do not crave. This is a hurt that affects my heart, that tears at the very fabric of my soul.

This torment is inflicted on me in unspeakable ways, and the people who have hurt me this way are intolerably cruel.

Unfortunately I also seem to want very badly to forgive these people and offer them a chance at redemption. Each time they respond with new depths of cruelty, depraved acts that seek only to punish my heart for being so hopelessly able to care.

And I do care, for them, deeply. So I subject myself to this hurt that starts on my insides and twists and turns and bubbles inside me. Seeping out through the marrow of my bones until it oozes from my pores and drips like poison.

I find myself washing this poison off of me, scrubbing until my skin is rubbed raw. Crying in great wracking sobs, as I hide in the billowing wreaths of steam, trying to forget, and hoping I never do.

This agony is not what I wanted, there is no joy in it. Only anguish and defeat. I have failed, and another piece of my heart has broken off.

Tonight I curl in bed, aching, both inside and out. Pain my cruel companion. I am alone in this and it is encompassing and exhausting. I have a needle and am scratching myself slowly and lightly, the physical pain giving release to the demons within.

Tomorrow I will start again... perhaps with the right sort of stimulus this time.

Fun and games

Can I tie you up and play games with you? Oh do say yes!

I had fun last night tying up a friend. He has amusing reactions like, squirming and giggling and begging. It's so entertaining to watch.

I rubbed him all over and got him nice and relaxed. He was in a nice calm happy space. Sounds coming out him were ahhhhhh and mmmmm he seemed so peaceful.

Then I pulled out sharp things and the struggling and giggling began. There were a couple yells and some whimpers, and lots of delightful squirming. And he begged, oh that was delicious! The begging was likely one of my favorite parts. Of course when he would start begging I would suddenly suffer some hearing loss... He had to beg really loudly to get what he wanted. HAH!

We played a delightful game together (I like my toys to communicate with me) so we played "Lick or Bite" first I would give a nice lick, then a hard bite. And he would have to pick which he liked better.

Of course my favorite part was when he started begging for harder bites. Or pleaded for a lick. I was, of course, delightfully inconsistent LOL. he would beg for a lick and I would bite him, or he would beg for a harder bite and I would bite him as hard as I could. And lil nibbles all over him.

It was a nice light playful time. Next time I will be much less restrained in my attack. BUt for now I played nice *grins*

A love of sparks

Friday I played with a friend who had her hands on a violet wand. This is one of my favorite toys and I could not resist playing with her even though it was meant to be something new. It turned out to be new as she had attachments I had never experienced before, does that count?

So.. tons of flying sparks, and a shocking realization that I am a complete electrical play slut. Oh and I love, LOVE wartenburg wheels. Holy smokin hot baby.

I have never had anyone use a wand on me quite so powerfully nor with quite so many attachments. I screamed and laughed and stomped my feet and pouted. At one point I was "mobbed" by spectators who all took turns shocking me.

I simply could NOT get enough.

When I was stood up and my crotch shocked through my pants for the entire room to see I think I fairly glowed. Attention is very good... I think I am getting a reputation for being a screamer, a giggler, and a wiggler, and a pain slut and..... a willing victim. Ah my life is so damn good.

I was left with red weltish type marks and a few scorch marks, all of which I simply adored!

Afterwards I relaxed (in a manner of speaking) with a good hard gang style spanking, where I wiggled and giggled and screamed some more. A certain, sadistic someone, had escorted me over to the lap of a woman who's spanking skills I have wanted to try for quite some time. I was so pleased to find myself in extremely capable hands (more than one set of them) and also to find myself with lovely purplish handprints all over my butt the next day. How delicious is that?

I oddly enough discovered a new hard limit for myself as well. I don't enjoy the afteraffects of sparks in my mouth or on my head. I felt rather "hung-over" the next day and it is the only thing I can think of that would cause my head to ache and scalp to be so tender. My teeth felt odd and ultra sensitive all day Saturday.

Live and learn, I had so darn much fun (as usual) and I have only one regret, that being my fair skin that marks so very easily.

They are lovely marks indeed, may I have some more please?

Lay me down

In the early dawn before the light is fully on us, take me to that sweet grassy spot and lay me down in the cool dew. Allow the fingers of grass to lick my naked skin and carress me softly. The pale blue of the morning sky stretches out above us. The trees bending boughs close to witness the joy of our infatuation.

My cool skin shivering under your touch. Goosepimples rise and fall under your warm hands. Be gentle and loving now, and taste my skin with your soft kisses and small licks. Feel my heat as ecstacy breaks over me, waves crashing on the warmth of my heart. I feel your desire welling up in every touch.

I can not take the intensity and I pull you to embrace me. Hold me tight now and love me. We are here and now, there is no past or future. Only the cool wet grass and our bodies, entwined.

The sunbeams warm the grass, steam rises, and our bodies are enveloped in the spirit of the earth. It calls to us and we answer, our pairing blessed by the great mother.

This is our awakening.

The Dark

She hurries through the night, her heart is racing and she is afraid. Her feet patter quietly over the hard packed earth, as she races. She knows he is out there, following her and she is scared of what he will do once he catches her.

He is watching her as she runs past. He can smell her terror and it makes his heart slow and his mind clear. His focus is only on her, she will be his tonight. He stalkes behind her, quiet and sure.

Her breath coming in short gasps, fear choking her and she feels a scream starting at the back of her throat. She rushes onward through the night, tree branches grabbing at her clothing. She can hear a low growl from behind her and she jumps forward.

He has come close enough to her now that he can smell her. He deliberately starts making noise, so she can hear him coming. He wants her to be afraid.... His desire to attack her is clamoring inside him like a wild animal struggling to free itself from a cage.

She runs, terrified now, she can hear him behind her and the word "flee" echos through her body like a ringing bell. Run! Flee! Escape! She is stumbling an gasping for breath, she wonders what made her agree to this game. It's just a game she tells herself over and over.

This game is fear and fear is winning.

He waits until her terror peaks and then in that moment he strikes. Grabbing her and pulling her to the ground. His hands are tearing at her clothes and hair. She is whimpering and trying to get away, her nails raking in claws over him.

His low growl is in her ear as her scent fills his nostrils and, overcome with lust, he bites her neck hard. He can taste her blood and her fear and his desire drives him to madness. He is plunging into her depths and pinning her to the ground with his weight. He cares only to take her power from her. He cares only to feed the beast within.

She struggles and turns trying to crawl away and he is on her back, pushing her flat into the earth. He pushes his cock into her ass, raping her brutally. She is screaming and gasping and it serves only to push his need deeper. He abandons his humanity in this moment and he is beauty in chaos. She is an instrument he uses to this purpose.

She is broken now and laying crushed and broken beneath him. What has he done.... his bloodlust flees and he curls her into his embrace. She clings to him and he pulls he back from the dangerous precipice where he nearly abandoned her.


The prearranged hunt has yet to happen, there are reasons to fear the dark.

Understanding beauty

Cinnamon scented girl, with flame red hair and eyes that sparkled with lust. Sadly my memory is flawed, were her eyes green or brown? It makes no difference.
"Kiss me." I said it to her twice and the second time she consented. Her sweet, soft lips, so full, dripped her passion into my mouth. I crave her, like a starving addict craves heroin. She intoxicates me, this overwhelmingly gorgeous creation from the heavens.

I touch her hair, so soft, inhaling her essence. Drunk on my lust for her, I press closer, it is intolerable to have clothing between us. Removing her garments, kissing that ultra fair skin as it is bared. So lightly, teasing her, reveling in pleasing her, in making her squirm.

She is glowing, her desire making her shine. I am pulling my clothes off and she is helping. We must be naked together. At last, freed of our social bondage, naked and carressing each other.

I was amazed by her body. Intriqued by the scent and feel of her skin. The taste of her as I licked her pale pink nipple.

My hands are wandering lower as I kneel and slide fingers between her legs. I glance up into her eyes and move forward kissing her mound. I hear her groan and feel her press against my lips. My tongue licks over her soft smooth lips. Questing my lips pressed to her labia, tongue finding her clit and licking it lightly.

She tires of my teasing and her hands tangle in my hair, tugging a handful and making me gush with girl juice. She presses my mouth harder into her and I slurp and suck and rub my tongue hard. Sliding a finger inside her and sucking her swelling clit.

She cries out in pleasure as she cums and my reward is to taste her. She pushes me back against the floor and kneels between my legs, she bends to kiss the inside of my thighs and nibbles her way to my labia. I am squirming and trying to get away, my lust sated by knowing I pleased her.

She crawls on top of me, pinning me down as she nips and licks my pussy, I am squirming and  crying out as I cum. I was right on the edge and she pushed me over quickly.

I can smell her again and I start begging softly, "Please, oh please!"

She doesn't understand what I want so I tell her I want her and she laughs. She turns so our mounds are rubbing together, our tits mashed between us. Our hands carressing as she kisses me.

"Maybe later girl, if you behave," Her tone is teasing and I tremble. My heart skips a beat... there will be a later!

Remembering beautiful moments....

Sunday

He comes in the door and dinner is ready and waiting. There are candles on a table that is strewn with rosepetals. There is a small bouquet of roses off to the side.

She steps out from the kitchen wearing a black lace chemise, a wine glass in each hand. He takes both glasses from her and sets them on the table. Turning back to her and pulling her into his embrace, his lips kissing hers deeply.

His hands are on her butt and he is crushing her to his chest. He plunges his tongue into her mouth and slides his hands under the lace. Her breath is hot and hurried, she is pulling his shirt up and running her hands over his chest.

He turns her and slides her butt onto the table and she unbuttons his pants and slides his zipper down. His cock freed of clothing as she pushes his pants down his butt, bobs between them. She tugs him to her, fitting his shaft into her wet labia. He slides inside her and thrusts deep and hard and fast. Her fingernails are digging into his ass.

He bends her back and his teeth trap her nipple, nipping through the lace. She gasps and he feels her wetness gush out of her as she cums. His cock spasms as he cums, thrusting hard inside her. He grunts and pushes hard and they laugh as the wineglass tumbles over, spilling over the table.

He holds her and strokes her gently, passion satisfied for the moment.

"Shall I serve our dinner now lover?" She laughs and he stands he back on her feet. Smoothing her clothing back down.

"Let's shower first, c'mon baby, let me pamper you." He tugs her off to the shower tossing off clothing as they go.

Anal slut

Ok so I am blushing like crazy and It has taken me almost 20 minutes to decide to press "PUBLISH" I am very shy about this....can't believe I am publishing this............


It has been years since I have had anal sex. As in.. 6 years. I am thinking back to the last person to fuck my ass and it was my former Dom. We were together about a year and a half and he stuck his dick in my ass probably 75% of the time. I liked it and would even beg him for it. I never had to beg long.

I am now cautious to explore anal sex again. As much as I want to, and I remember enjoying the sensation I am finding myself fearful as well. I have had fingers and toys in my ass but not a cock. It would require someone with a lot of control and a whole lot of patience.

So this former anal slut, and now anal "near virgin" would like to find a willing and capable volunteer to help me explore this. I may call it quits at first poke, no garantees, but I do want to try. I know we will have fun whether we are successful or not lol, life is way to short to deny myself of fun.

Please do not be offended if you contact me in regards to this and I decline your offer, I will need to have a somewhat established trust basis with whoever I end up picking. This is provided I have offers :)

Dirty Dreamer

This morning I woke from an unusual dream. It was so hot I masturbated and came like 4 times.


In my dream I was a man and standing it front of a mirror. I was stroking my penis, I was cumming in great huge wads of semen. Each time a spurt came I could feel it welling from deep inside until it rushed up the length of my penis and exploded out of the hole. I could feel my hands (I had to use both to stroke myself) stroking my cock from the inside. WOW!


Maybe I was a man in a former life? Maybe I have weird dreams, and maybe I just enjoy watching men cum so much and feel like I am being deprived of this activity right now so my sub-concious is pushing that bit out in my dreams.

Or MAYBE (and this is most likely) I'm a horny crazy girl who needs to get laid! LOL

Holy Plucker!

WOWEE!

So I mentioned to a friend that I was considering posting on here that I would like to have a volunteer to pluck the hair off my vulva. See I detest shaving and last time I went to get waxed I was burned and bruised by the woman who did the waxing.

My friend immediately volunteered for the positon of plucker. Crazy sadist LOL. Ok it was way to damn fun. I giggled about 75% of the time and yelped and squirmed the other 20% of the time. 5% was spent flying out in space somewhere and I think I was moaning and begging.

My arousal during that time was *ahem* rather apparent and she was happy to slip a gloved finger in my sopping pussy.

Unfortunately we didn't quite get all the hair off, as we got lower and lower on my vulva the pain was sharper and sharper and (for the first time ever) I called my safeword. So strange that such a small amount of pain would cause me, first to fly so incredibly and second, to call out a red.

So now I have a small patch of hair that needs to be waxed off, that will happen tonight before I go to bed. I am almost sad to wax it as we had so much fun plucking each individual hair.

She did mention attacking me with tweezers again in the future and I must admit I am a very willing participant.

Anyone interested in doing this type of activity the items needed are, a pair of latex gloves, a pair of good tweezers and post waxing oil. Of course having a lot of patience and a rolling sticky lint roller to help clean up the hair is important too!

I am a psycho masochist lol.

Attending court

She is seated in a tall backed red cushioned chair, she is wearing a pale blue silk corset and a matching full skirt. Her hair is swept up leaving her neck bare, graceful lines exposed. Chase can see the crystals dangling from her ears, and he is spellbound by her classic beauty. Her pale skin is smooth and has been lavishly attended by her handmaiden. Her face is carefully made up to accentuate her delicate lips and those firey green eyes. She is watching him approach, appraising the supplicant and waiting for his request. He is suddenly nervous and he kneels pressing lips to her leather clad toes. Such tiny feet! They are encased in the softest white leather slippers. He hestitates with his lips pressed to her tiny digits. He hears her say in her low clear voice as she slides her foot away from him. "You have come to ask for something?"

He sits back on his heels, face flushed, desire apparent in his bright blue eyes. "Yes Ms."

"Then state it."

"I would like to be in your service."

"You would like to?" Her emphasis is on the word 'like' and one eyebrow has arched.

"Uh yess," stammering,"I need to serve you Ms, please."

She considers him, her eyes roaming over him slowly. Taking stock of his physique. He pulls his shoulders back a bit more.

"You understand what serving me means?"

Chase nods and swallows hard, his desires crashing inside him as looks into her eyes. He shivers, her eyes are cool emerald fire and while he sees passion in them, he also sees something else. That frightens him, and she knows it. Her lips curve in a cruel smile.

"Marina come" She calls forward her handmaiden and the girl comes to her. He did not even notice the girl from her position sitting on the stool behind the chair. She is naked and is that ultra pale blond, hair like moonbeams spilling down her back. She kneels at her Mistress' feet and turns her face up to look at her. Mistress reaches out and fondles her breast and nipple, scratching the tip with a sharp fingernail. "Stand boy, and take your clothes off."

He practically leaps to his feet, eager that he is being given this chance. Pulling off clothes and tossing them to the floor. Until he sees her hold up her hand, displeasure on her face.

"Gracefully boy, learn it now, you will be rewarded. Fail and you will be punished." She signals to Marina and the girl rises and crosses to him, "Like this" her voice is sweet and high. She smells faintly like strawberries as she comes close and slides a hand up his chest, showing him how to undo each button slowly and reveal the flesh beneath in tantilizing bits. "Flirt as you take your clothes off, this is beauty, embrace it." He understands and tries to take his control again and Marina shakes her head. "This time I will display you, every time after it is for you to remember." She steps behind him and her hands are light and teasing him, he is enflamed with her touches and by the time she removes his pants his arousal is apparent.

Penis erect he stands naked before the Domina and waits. His eyes are following Marina as she gathers his garments and returns to her stool. She is making an art out of folding his clothes.

"Isn't she lovely," The woman he wants to serve is watching him intently and he blushes at being caught.

She rises to her feet and takes the two steps to stand in front of him. "Marina, my chair." His eyes are only for her now and he looks down at her, she is so tiny, and power seems to come off her in waves. He inhales her scent and is instantly intoxicated. She walks around him, appraising him, light touches every so often here and there. A hand on his hip, a fingertip trailing over his pelvis. He shudders, how is his release so close already? She knows of course what she is doing to him and she laughs softly.

Her skirt swishing as she turns away from him and leads him to her chair. Marina has changed the cushion and placed one that has a shallower cushioning. There is a hole in the middle. He can see through the seat to a cushion headrest underneath. Seat of power, indeed. He looks to the madam and blushes. "Shall I please you Ms?"

She smiles and calls Marina forward, "How many courtiers do I have scheduled for this afternoon"

"Five Mistress, shall I read you the list?"

"No, settle my newest slave in the featured position as I ready myself for this afternoon." She turns and walks out of the hall, a guard following her closely.

Marina turns to him and tells him to lay on a small rolling cart that is very low to the ground. He lays on it and she slide him under the chair, lifting the front so his shoulders are in between the front and back legs, she has him wiggle forward so that his face is under the hole in the seat and his head is resting on the cushioned rest. He looks around and can see there is a lever connected to the headrest. Marina laughs and presses the lever, his headrest lifts up and his face is now level with the hollowed out seat. She lets his head back down, and peers through the hole at him. "I am going to lock you in place, you won't be able to roll out and she controls the lever. Your cock makes a lovely display for her court." She laughs a musical tinkle and Chase blushes.

The Mistress returns, he can hear her skirt swishing as she looks over Marina's work. "Nicely done girl, tonight you will stay with me in my chambers." Marina murmurs her thanks and he glimpses her kneeling and touching her lips to the hem of her Mistress' skirt.

She looks down at him through the hole in the seat. "Lets see how much you desire me boy, you have 4 hours."

She settles herself on the seat and as she sits he can see her garment has been designed with a slit up the back. She opens the skirt apart as she sits and there is her beautiful blessing bared for him to view. Chase licks his lips as he takes notice of her white garter and stocking, her lips are bare and smooth, they are puffy and pale. He is hungry to taste her, and he is about to raise his head to taste her when he feels her feet resting on his belly. They slide over his tummy and stop at his pelvis, he feels her flex her foot and run a leather clad toe up his shaft. He moans, unable to contain himself. He is trapped under a chair, hidden by a delicious curtain of soft silk, staring at the most beautiful pussy lips, while the woman of his dreams taps his cock with her toe. This is surely heaven.

He lifts his head and kisses her lips reverently, his tongue gliding out to part her labia and tastes the moisture beneath. Enraptured he dines on her pussy while she discusses court affairs with Marina.

A little bit of fantasy for you, this story will be continued.

A purple pony and peace on earth :)

Well its official! My 35th birthday is only one month away (October 10th) normally I don't tell anyone it is my birthday, and I don't get anything I want. Last year for the first time I told people it was my birthday and I got everything I wanted and more! (I really am so spoiled) So seek and ye shall find!

Oh in case anyone is wondering about the title those items are things I have asked for in the past and I DO own a purple pony (he is cutie patootie) a big thank you my first Dom for that, and the peace on earth is an ongoing project!

My Birthday Wishlist

One spanking (if I miss count will you start over please)

One fist inserted in my pussy until I orgasm like a crazy woman.

Sexy kisses with a pretty girl (you know who you are)

Nipple nibbles!

A good flogging (someday I will have my own flogger)

A wartenburg wheel! (I covet my neighbour's wheel! Please help me stop sinning*snickering*)

My hair pulled until I am gasping for release.

Marks! (I always wanted good marks in school)

A use for my pretty purple vetwrap.

A boy to tie up and tease for a few hours. (hmm this might "tie" in with the wish above)

A shopping trip for sexy lingerie with sexy friends! (whether we buy anything or not I just wanna goooooo)

A massage.

A foot rub.

Someone to shop for a strap-on with me (I have a whole big fantasy in my head around that one too)

Oooo and I want to go watch strippers, male or female doesn't matter, I have never been and want to go so badly! (private strip teases are welcome!)

Yep that should take about a year to accomplish LOL good thing it is a wishlist and not a NEEED list.

Little Mouse

I pride myself on being what I want to be. I am able to adapt and grow and change very quickly and very easily. From standing out in a crowded room, to blending in completely. It is what I like to do and how I like to live. I recently went on a date with a man who later nicknamed me "little mouse" I like it! How very accurate, thank you for the sweet description. I have written this fantasy about this man and things he described as wanting to do with me. *sweet peaceful smiles*

She has pale brown hair and looks like the girl next door. And while her eyes are green they look very pale and almost grey. You would never know just by a quick glance the passions that simmer beneath her calm and quiet exterior.

She is desired by this strong and dominant man and he wants to bring her to new heights of both pleasure and pain. She wants him to hurt her and she is anxious to make the conversations into a reality. He has teased this mouse long enough.

She arrives as scheduled at his home, carrying a bag with only a few small items like toiletries and a pair of panties to wear home. She is clothed in a soft cloth dress that is to her knees and somewhat loose.

He leans her over the arm of his couch and hikes up her dress. Rubbing his hands over her bare ass and feeling the heat coming from her cunt. She is a wanton slut and he plans on using it to his advantage. He slaps her hard with his hand, reddening her bottom and making her squirm and cry out. Her pussy is now juicy as well as hot and he has great plans for her. First is dinner though and he has ways of making it a memorable evening. He presses a butt plug into her ass and watches her press back into his touch. She is an ass whore and wants to be fucked so badly she is aching and begging him.

He laughs and stands her up so her dress is covering her ass and marches her out the door to her car. They have dinner reservations and must not be late.

At the restaraunt everything is a blur. She is sure they discussed something important but she can not remember anything beyond his eyes looking in hers and the feeling of her butthole stretched around that toy. She doesn't remember eating at all although she is certain she must have.

In the parking lot he leans her over the hood of the car and fucks her ass with the toy while pulling and squeezing her nipples. She is crying out and begging to cum when he opens her car door for her and orders her to drive them back home. She complies of course, the entire time she is whimpering and half afraid/half nervous what awaits her at his home.

As they walk through the door he grabs her and throws her into the wall. Pressing her between the hard wall and his hard body. She can feel his arousal and wonders if he will just take her right here, right now.

His fingertips trace lightly down her cheek and touch her throat where her pulse beats rapidly in excitment. His lips are soft at her throat. She feels his teeth at her throat and she shudders. Pressing harder into her he slides down and bites the side of her breast through her dress. She cries out softly and he pulls away. "Take your dress off"

Suddenly shy she blushes as she slips the dress over her head and stands naked in front of him. Her arms crossed to cover her breasts. He will have none of that and positions her with her arms at her sides and walks around her as if deciding where to start. She notices for the first time that he has discreetly set a table to the side and it is filled with floggers, canes, crops and many smaller more delicate torture items. He crosses to the table now and picks up a heavy looking flogger.

He slides the flogger over her back and bum and the buffalo hide is buttery soft. This flogger has very long tails and they are very thick. He steps back and she hears him practice a few swings. She braces herself, and he begins.

The falls are slapping into her back and her butt alternately and it is a delicious sound as they thud into her. She stands still and absorbs the warming sensation of flogger as he works her slowly. The strikes growing gradually harder and as they climb higher she giggles.

She always laughs when she is being flogged now, and she tries not to but it only makes her laugh more. His hands tangle in her hair and yank her head so she is looking in his eyes. She is laughing and can't help herself, he gives her head a little shake and she giggles again. "Amused are you?" She tries to stop and can't so tells him "It tickles, more please?"

A low growl from his throat and he picks up a quirt. He starts lashing at her with it as he walks around her. Butt, back, boobs, belly, thighs. She is no laughing nearly hysterically and he is striking her so hard that welts are forming. He steps back to admire the marks. She raises her hands and clasps them behind her head, thrusting breasts towards him. "Please Sir, may I have some more" She does her best "Oliver" impression and giggles loudly. She catches a glimpse of a smile before he growls and lunges back at her. She is in heaven!

He tosses the quirt aside and picks up a crop. He starts beating her with it in hard strokes that fall randomly. Stopping only to grab her breasts and squeeze them tight in his fist until she is squealing and that gleam has lit her eyes. She is like a starved creature he has only begun to feed. He tells her to bend over and he pulls the plug from her ass. He strokes the crop hard against her ass "When you quit laughing and start crying I will fuck that lovely round ass." Oh he is cruel and she turns her head to look over her shoulder and sticks her tongue out at him "When do we get started?" She laughs and he steps in front of her and slaps her across the face hard. "Now"

He picks up the cane and aims for her thighs, strokes start hard and stay that way and she is squirming and moving and trying to get away now. Her laughter is still coming in occasional bursts but mostly it is gasping and startled cries as his cane takes advantage of the various targets her squirming allows. She is crying out and bits of mirth bubble out of her in little giggles. She starts turning in a slow circle and giving him targets he can beat. "Look I'm a rotisserie subby" She giggles hard and he drops the cane laughing.

He grabs her hair and stops her, his hands grip her breasts painfully as he pushes her back to the couch and leans her back against it, spreading her legs open and slapping her pussy lips with his hand. She is drenched in juices and his slaps stop her from laughing abruptly.

His eyes gleam as he picks up a leather strap and starts slapping first her inner thighs and then her pussy lips. "OWWW NOOO" She is trying to cover herself and close her legs and is pounting. He is laughing evilly as he grabs a length of rope, flips her over ties her hands behind her back and flips her back. "Time to cry little mouse." He uses the stingy strap all over her thighs and pussy and breasts. She is squirming and begging him to stop and he is relentless. She starts pouting and begging louder and he threatens her with a gag. The slaps are burning and she has no chance to catch her breath. She starts sobbing although there are no tears.

He turns her so she is over the arm of his couch and she has her ass up in the air. He is beating her ass with the strap and it is licking between her cheeks and slapping her bared pussy too. She starts to cry, sensations are coming to fast and she is on overload. She is begging him to stop in one breath and sobbing out for him to continue in the next.

She feels his cock push into her ass and his hands squeezing and prodding each welt on her ass and back as he thuds into her hard. "PLEASE" She cries as her whole body shudders and she cums. Unable to control herself in anyway, she is completely at his mercy now.

He unties her hands as he fucks her ass and lifts her so he can reach her breasts, squeezing them hard and forcing her to cum again. She squirts and he is pleased and pulls out and cums all over her ass.

He pulls her to the couch to rest in his arms and his hands smooth her hair gently as she trembles and cuddles close. Her head is on his chest and she is kissing him softly, reverence in the touch of her lips. She is grateful he has given her such incredible heights...

At work

I work a very serious job, I am so normal it is nearly painful.

There are many people there who are wild crazy partiers and you can tell. They have no distinction between work and play and they do not care if they loose their license or their job, they will just get another.

I am cautious at work, I appear to be just a normal boring girl, who comes in does her job and leaves. I am good at what I do and confident, just not a big corporate socializer. At times it is very nice to hide away my kinky side under layers of what society deems as proper or normal. At others I want to scream, stand on my desk and rip my clothes off and masturbate in front of them all. Showing them that I am much more than I appear to be.

I have so many wild urges while at work, I have been known to run to the restroom with my purse and make myself cum before rushing back to my desk. It is fast and messy and I probably should call the mop girl HAH.

After work I can relax and be me.. mom first and kinky bratoid second. So my desires, sexual as they are often get put on the back burner for weeks at a time. It can suck but it is a fact of life.

Love me :)

The First Girl

The first time I desired a female partner, she was my friend and I was hungry for her.

We both had boyfriends and decided to treat them to partner swapping. They were young like us and I honestly can not remember their names (isn’t that horrid) we let them know what we were doing and then we pounced on them.

It was dark as we had turned off all the lights and we had a few drinks that we shared; we started of necking and ended up on top of them. I was with my boyfriend and she was with hers. I remember being very turned on. I was excited enough for both me and my boyfriend!

We swapped and suddenly I was kissing strange lips and feeling a different both under mine. It was so intense and I remember thinking it was the hottest sex ever. The boys thought it was hot too and they finished rather quickly, which left us girls incredibly turned on and without anyone to play with. The lights came on and the boys sat there looking sleepy and drinking beers.

I looked at my girlfriend and smiled shyly; touching her hair, and telling her we could make our own fun. She hesitated a bit and then leaned over and kissed me. She was so sweet and tasted like mango; I thought I would die right then and there. I needed to have more of her. I pushed her back and cupped her dripping mound in my hand. Wiggling fingers into her moist slit and finding that small nub that I used to rub to masturbate myself. She was squeaking and squirming away from my fingers and I was insistent, holding her down and making her cum. Her hips were bumping and grinding against my hand and she was shaking hard. Satisfied I had made her orgasm I let her go and sat back.

She lay there sprawled only for a brief moment before tackling me and laughing. Her boobs pressing against mine, her hands were cupping my breasts and she was licking my nipples and her thigh was pressing my moist pussy lips. I needed more and asked for her fingers. She slid her hand down my tummy and dipped fingers into my vulva. She spread my lips wide, and slid a finger inside my heat. I was moaning and lifting my hips to thrust into her hand. She pumped in and out of me and her thumb wiggled my clit and I started cumming.

It was beautiful and after we cuddled and she kissed me. The boys got all macho and went to watch football while we tidied up the room. Silly boys, later that night at a party they asked if we would do it again and we both said no. We really only wanted to be with each other anyway!