Slave

He is devoted to my pleasure.

I lay in the cool sheets of my bed, it is summer and a warm night is upon us. The breeze from my window is blowing the soft sheer drapes back in low billows.

He lays on the nest he is permitted at the foot of my bed. His collar is likely hot around around his throat and I must remember to remind him to take care so he does not chaffe. I can hear him moving around restless.

It is to hot to sleep.

I hear him crawling across the floor, stopping near the middle. I feel his hand slidding over the sheets to touch my torso. I mumble sleepily, nearly cranky in the heat. His hand quests lower and finds my moist sex, damp in sweat but also in minor arousal.

His fingers slide in my slippery slit and I hear him whimper, softly. "Please, my Goddess, allow me to give you pleasure."

I groan and feign annoyance at his intrusion on my attempts to sleep.

He kneels beside my bed and his hand is withdrawn, I hear him sucking my juice off his fingers.

"Naughty slut."

He chuckles softly and waits, trying to be patient, this is a struggle for him.

"Use only your mouth, slave, if you are lucky I will flood you."

He is eager and he has crawled across the bed to kneel between my parted thighs. His lips kissing slowly along my shin to my knee and then along the inside of my thigh.

He is intensely gentle, small lick and the softest of kisses, my slave knows I appreciate a soft mouth. He is licking along the inside of my over knee, easing my thighs further apart.

His kisses are now on my belly and then tracing along my hip. I sigh in appreciation of his patience of taking his time in my arousal.

His mouth is on my hairless mound, he works hard everyday in taking care that not a single hair grows there. He is dilligent and his effort pays off in baring my silky smooth lips that are now swelling and turning pink under the soft but insistent caress of his lips and tongue.

My juices coat his tongue as he licks inside my tender folds. Swelling clit is his ultimate target but first he must lick around and taste every inch of my sex. Only then is he allowed to tease the pearl of my pleasure.

He is well trained and my arousal is complete, intense waves are rolling and washing pleasure through me from head to toe. I am petting my erect nipples softly when he at last circles my clit and then descends on it flicking lightly with the tip of his pointy tongue.

I moan and sigh, my climax is nearing, his mouth captures my clit and he sucks on the engorged tip, suckling it and rubbing his tongue over it. I am pinching my nipples now and humping slightly at his face.

He is whimpering and I hear his plea to taste my cum.

I cry out as I cum and his mouth stays put, he is not allowed to lap up my cum until I am finished, I decide it is a good night for multiples and he takes the cue from my fingers tangling in his hair and holding his mouth steady on my clit.

His tongue is dancing now and my orgasms start blurring together. I gasp in pleasure and release his hand abruptly.

"Clean up your mess boy"

He cleans up my pussy with a hungry tongue. I orgasm once more as he laps at me.

Sighing and sated I curl up on my side and move my sex away from him.

"Thank you Goddess." He comes and gives me a kiss and I observe his erect member.

Once it cools off I will fuck him, and maybe allow him to cum.

I close my eyes to sleep and hear him move back to his sleeping position.

Tickle Tickle

I am not ticklish.

I was very innocent in all of this.

He attacked me out of nowhere.

His fingers sought and found places that made me squirm and giggle.

All the while as I sputtered and wiggled declaring, "I am not ticklish!"

He persisted and I was helpless.

It is not fair to tickle someone when they are so obviously immune to any probing fingers.

I am not ticklish.

Burlesque

I recently was invited to go to a burlesque show downtown and was thrilled with the offer, both the person offering to escort me and the show sounded very exciting.


We met at the train and walked down to a chinese food restaurant where we chatted about silly things and laughed, there was a small group of us by that time so it was pleasant company. The food was excellent and I will have to go back sometime!



Next we were off to the theatre. Walking only a few short blocks and we had arrived. There we joined the line outside and I began people watching immediately. So many colourful and fun people and a lot of people knew each other so I was introduced around.


Then we were inside the theater and met by the MC as we were VIP's. I had no idea this would happen and it was a special treat to be lead right to the front and seated around cocktail tables in groups of four. My date on one side and a sexy girl and her man on the other side. I sat and watched the theatre fill up, commenting to my handsome date about the variety of clothing and fantastic sexy costumes.

The MC came by and gave the delicious girl next to me and I both a shot of whiskey. I gave mine to my date and watched as he downed it appreciatively. The beauty beside me had downed hers and we chatted briefly while we awaited the show.

The lights went down and the MC for the first group came out told bawdy jokes and puns that were met with good humoured laughter.

I don't remember all the acts so can only write about the ones that impressed me the most. I do not remember the order they came in either and so I must beg forgiveness for this inaccurate account.

The first act that caught my eye, came out wearing a painting on a string around her neck. The painting was of her torso and thighs covered in a red bodysuit. She dipped a paintbrush in a small pot of flesh coloured paint, teasing us as she grinned and painted herself down to panties and pasties. Soon she had freed herself of the portrait and was wiggling and dancing all over the stage, her breasts hidden behind her arm. Amidst much hooting and howling she finally flashed her pasties and disclosed that she was hiding tassels. She proceeded to twirl those tassels to her lively tune, at the end laying out before us on the front portion of the stage and making those tassels swing as fast as helicopter blade. I believe she was the first standing ovation of the night.

The crowd was very enthusiastic about the prop girl picking up discarded clothing between the sets, her short skirt showcasing her cute tushie as she bent over to pick up each article of clothing.

This group was the "Girls On Top", and I will never forget the impact of the final performance they did to commemorate the downtown east side girls who have been murdered or gone missing. The performance was well choreographed and the emotion the girls put into the dance spoke of how dear this was to their hearts. They were all clad in torn and dark clothes and moved as if the weight of the world was upon them. the impact the had was profound, and i could see several girls with tears running down their cheeks as they danced out this tragedy. Anyone who lives in the lower mainland would have been deeply touched by the devastation they so aptly captured of a working girl on the DTES, and they received a standing ovation at the end. I had tears in my eyes and a catch in my throat at how these fearless girls stood there and took our applause.

The rather infamous "Screaming Chickens" went next. I found myself thrilled with their theatrical antics. From a dream that became naughty, to a duet performed with cute voices and cuter girls singing and flaunting tasty flesh at us. The treat of having "boylesque" perform for us had the ladies in the audience hooting and hollering as we watched them strut their stuff and rip their clothes off for us.

I was feeling mighty warm by this point and spontaneously hugged my date and thanked him for inviting me out. We exchanged a few kisses and I felt his nails scratch down my back.

My breath caught in my throat and I struggled to maintain control, turning my attention back to the show. I can't remember any more specific acts but I do know there was a big finale where the entire theatrical society came out on stage and together formed what looked very much like a banana split. It was cool and I felt that this must be a taste of what a show in Vegas might look like.

Next was a burlesque troop from Victoria. The "Cheesecake Burlesque" troupe was a fun and lively bunch, opening with a number all about BOOBS, where in the end the flipped up skirts that displayed BOOBS clearly on their butts. It was hilarious and fun.

They also did a fun cowgirl routine and a zombie dance that started with the song "Putting on The Ritz" and ended with "Thriller" and all of the girls dancing as zombies. It was humorous. They did a lot more performances but those were the ones that impressed me the most.

Now we went on to the showcase of the night. As they set up for the first performer a man came out and twirled a baton that was on fire on both ends. It was amusing when I realized the alarm was not part of his performance but rather the fire alarm going off! After I was told I laughed about it but I was actually surprised we didn't have the fire department show up!

The showcase was performers from all over Canada and the first performer was from Montreal. She started her performance behind a screen that had a multimedia show playing. It showed her with a beard collection "Secret Beard Collection" was the title. Across the stage was a barbers chair. In walked a man with a long chest length beard. A bell rings, and you see her running down stairs to the shop. She comes out from behind the screen, sporting a barbers coat and and apron with razor blade. On the screen you could see the inside of the shop and a sign stating the price for a trim or a cut. She motioned to the cut and he vehemently refused pointing to the trim. She motions him to the chair and once he is settled she strips off her apron and turns it into a barbers sheet, draping him with it. She dances around him waving a straight razor and then in a quick swipe takes off one third of his beard. He reacts strongly and she only dances out of the way waving the trophy in her hand. Then she swoops back in and removes another third off his other cheek. He is enraged and leaps from the chair. She dances around showing off the hair and when he tries to attack her, she tackles him to the ground next to the screen. Bright splashes of blood appear on the screen as she slashes and hacks at his throat. She holds up his severed head, triumphant and you see her shadow slip behind the screen, run back up the stair and hold the head high in victory before pressing his gaping mouth to her crotch.

I was breathless and on my feet in an instant, to me this was the highlight of the night and my biggest regret now is not knowing either the girls name nor what troupe she may perform with. Somehow during her act her clothing was flung off her body leaving her in a frilly pair of panties and pasties on her tiny frame. This girl entranced me.

I do not really remember the next several minutes as I sat in a daze, I know there was another performer or two and that they were beautiful, but none could compare to this girls ingenuity.

The next performer to catch my eye was introduced as recreating a classic performance by one of the first recognized burlesque performers, she would be performing for the burlesque hall of fame in Vegas.

It was a beautiful performance, the girl was wearing layers of blue gauze type material that clung and floated and drifted. Tangling around her legs seductively and showing a glimpse of skin as she slowly removed each piece. She was a beautiful dancer and I found myself very aroused by her subtle performance. By the time she got down to her barely there thong and her pasties I was leaping to my feet along with the rest of the crowd to cheer the elegance of her show.

At this point I need to leave as my train would soon stop running.

My date was gracious and walked me to the train. We chatted about the show as we walked and discussed our favorite parts. I thanked him again for inviting me out.

We parted with a kiss as I dashed up the stairs to the platform and he rushed back to catch the end of the show.

All in all a very pleasurable night all around.

Wet Panties

I have taken my time saran wrapping her to the pole. She is facing out and naked except for a pair of frilly little panties.

The table beside us if filled with an assortment of toys she has consented to have used on her. Many are new to her and some will not be used at all.

I pick up a piece of ice and running it across her collarbone, down her chest and drop it inside the front of the cocoon.

She gasps and squeals, wiggling as much as she is able.

I have her attention now!

More ice and I trail it up her thighs to her crotch, slipping a piece inside her panties and rubbing it against her tender bits. She is oo-ing and squealing and squirming around.

I grab the safety scissors and cut her nipples free of the wrap. Pinching, licking and biting them. She is alternating between laughing, moaning, and whimpering as I slap at her ice filled panties and tease her tender nipples.

I taunt her, "OOOO virgin nipples" and watch her blush, she is delighted. The teasing continues as I stand up beside her and state clearly next to her ear, "You have wet panties, you're such a bad little girl!"

Her eyes have rolled back in her head momentarily and she is flushed with the excitement of it all.

I grab two wooden skewers and trail the point down her throat and across her nipple. She yelps as I touch the tip and I giggle and make jabbing motions towards her encased torso with the points, she gets a frightened look and tells me I must stay away from her arms. I remember her telling me about this limit before. To many blood tests has left her weary of sharp things. I reassure her and move on.

Flipping the thin wooden sticks around in my hand, flexing them and letting them whip into the flesh of her thighs. She jerks and gasps. I hit her a few more times and take delight in her squirms.

Tossing the thin stingy skewers aside, I begin slapping her thighs and titties. She has lovely torturable nipples, pale pink and tiny. I am taking delight in making her squeal as I attack them and her thighs.

Next a bamboo rice paddle is in my hands and I am slapping at her nipples, and the insides of her thighs. Moving behind her and striking at her round bum where I can get at it. Then back to the front again and I begin attacking her thighs viciously. She is squirming and crying out.

She calls yellow. The thighs have become to much. Good girl for calling it, I am proud she feels safe enough to use her safeword, she knows I will honor it.

I wait, caressing her neck and collarbone, giving her sips of water and bringing her back to me.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and gently ask if she is ready to continue. She is mildly incoherent, so I wait. Offering green or yellow. She can't seem to articulate either.

I pull her hair a bit and her eyes roll back. I take this as my cue to continue. Scratching her shoulders and down the front of her chest as I tug at her hair. She whimpers and I know she is nearing her limit.

I reach down and tear at the saran wrap voraciously. Tearing the sweet girl free of her bonds in big dramatic sweeps. She is nearly swooning, I finish freeing her of the shell I had embraced her in and she is hugging me.

I tell her I want to spank her bottom, she is quick to turn and place her hands on the post. Cute lil bum wiggling at me.

This girl has no idea how sexy she is! I start slow, mild smacks and rubs, squeezing her cheeks in my hands and warming them up.

I see a faint pink glow start. My free hand has slid down her tummy to support her and I tell her "Stick your bum out if you want more" She sticks her bum way out and I laugh, what a response!

I start spanking her in hard firm swats. Back and forth, in random patterns, then both cheeks at once.

She is making me hot.

She is finished, she stumbles into my arms and I hold her tight and caress her a few moments before getting her my furry blanket and wrapping her in it.

Delightful girl, I sat her in chairs and cuddled her for a few moments, before returning to clean up our scene.

Sitting next to her again and touching her gently, she comments her nipple is sore, I tell her it will be for up to 3 days, I did not spare them. I examine her thighs and point out the narrow welts left by the stingy skewers. She seems concerned until I tell her they will be gone tomorrow.

We cuddle a few moments more until she is fine to get up and start socializing.

I tease her one more time about how I gave her wet panties and get a dreamy smile from her.

She is such a good girl.

Greedy Kitty

A friend emailed what he would like to do to me and it has evolved into a fantasy that I am now eager to make a part of my kinky forays.

I am kneeling in front of him naked and he is dripping creamy caramel down his belly, over his cock and balls. I lick my lips and wiggle in anticipation. I wanted to lick and slurp at him before but he is making himself irresistible and sticky!

He watches the expression on my face as the drizzles continue and his cock bobs at me. I cant wait and inch forward greedily.

Tongue darting out to catch a drip dangling from the tip of his dick and following the caramel to the origin at the base of his shaft.

Licking and sucking the sweet sticky treat from his pelvis and in long eager licks tracking up his belly.

He is smiling down at me and I am squirming as he drips sauce onto my titties and nipples. MMMM I trail a finger through the sticky mess on my aureole and smear it over the tip of his cock.

Yummy man, I will gobble him up! I am lapping at his sticky balls and sucking the sweetness from them.

His finger is swirling the confection over my nipples and I suck his finger into my mouth.

My pussy is dripping its own sweet juices and I squirm as I pull his sweet sticky dick into my throat. Swallowing the goodness that coats his smooth skin.

Moaning as his sticky fingers pinch my nipples, and I arch my back into his touch.

Soon we are a sticky mess and we are tangled in a sixty-nine licking sweet sap from each other. Ecstasy is a bottle of caramel sauce and a penis unafraid of being coated in yummy goo!

OOOO the endless possibilities!

Tiny Bubbles

I had been plotting how to entice him to play with me all week when I spotted the rolls of bubble wrap in the dollar store. Four dollars and a cashier later I had a plan.

I let him know he was in a treat and started giggling about the goofiness of my plan.

We started the evening with dinner and a trip to the beach where he slide his hand under my skirt to play with my bare and dripping pussy.

We came in the door and the play was getting rather rowdy when I giggled like a Lil girl and ran off to the bathroom with my bag full of goodies. Calling out for him to stay put as I close the door and begin encasing myself in bubbles.

Soon I had wrapped my entire torso and top of my thighs in several layers of bubble wrap. I came running out from bathroom telling him to close his eyes as I pounced on him from behind. Rubbing the bubbles on his back and giggling.

He turns around and looks at me. A grin playing across his lips as he realizes it is bubbles.

I dash off to the kitchen to grab wooden skewers and skip back into the room.

"Pop me!"

I am giggling already as he pops a couple bubbles. It's not fast enough for him and he grabs a hairbrush and starts whacking the bubbles on my ass.

I am giggling and squirming and teasing him about snap crackle pop.

He leads me over the the bed and tips me over onto it.

I'm not sure how but we end up entangled and he is slapping my ass and thighs and pussy with that mean hairbrush.

I am squealing and squirming. Gasping "There are no bubbles there!" and laughing hysterically. Then wiggling and trying to get away and whining, "You already popped those ones!"

He is laughing at my predicament that I have gleefully placed myself in for our entertainment.

I am gasping out laughter and coughing and sputtering when he starts hitting me with the wooden skewers that are flexed back and then whipped into my tender flesh. No bubbles there either!

I start giggling maniacally. "Ohh baby let me take it off for you" and I pop a couple bubbles and try on a seductive come hither look. Laughter is erupting out of me and I can't stay serious. I shift some wrap aside and flash flesh at him. Popping bubbles as I go.

That gets him laughing and he starts tearing at the bubble wrap and slapping my bum and thighs and boobs. I am squeaking again and struggling and commenting on so much for seduction.

Soon I am torn out of the bubbles and am laying on the bed as we toss torn sheets of bubble wrap back and forth, cracking bad jokes and laughing as we pop the bubbles.

Way to much giggly fun, I am now a huge fan of bubble wrap.

Next time I need more bubbles though and perhaps enough to cover the bed in. It was fun feeling them pop against my skin!

Misrepresentation

I am having a very rough week, my core values and beliefs are being subjected to scrutiny and situations and circumstances are causing me to ask questions of myself.

I am reevaluating my life and where I need to be heading and what I should be doing to get there. I am discovering aspects of my life that are out of balance and need recovering. In doing this I am looking back over the last few years as a whole and reviewing interactions and outcomes. I am finding a distressing trend that I need to address.

I can not stand liars.

People who knowingly deceive for the purpose of manipulating situations to serve their own sick ends annoy the hell out of me.

It removes the ability to consent from the situation. It removes my ability to make a choice. If you tell me the situation I will have a choice, will you always get what you want? Maybe not, but both of us can walk away in the end unscathed by the encounter. Unlike when you lie or twist the truth, or omit things. I would rather hear bitter, brutal truth, than a stupid fluffy lie.

This does more than annoy me.

It tends to destroy my faith that human beings on the whole are good and honest. That honor exists and people have a moral compass that stops them from doing immoral things.

Here is the sad thing. I internalize all of this. I hold onto it. I think it is my fault and that I have some huge flaw that attracts dishonest people to me. I take these people into my life and show them compassion and caring and allow them entrance to my heart. I buy the stories they tell me or justify what I know is a lie because I want it to be true.

I want to believe.

I am naive.

On top of this I have become a deep dark well of desires and wishes and hopes, of secrets and dreams that others have told me in confidence. I honor that and guard their secrets, thinking that their right to confidentiality, their right to have a silent friend who will say nothing, supersedes my right to honesty.

I will keep your secrets. They don't hurt me in the end. In the end they only damage you.

Your fear of admitting who you really are, or admitting your true desires, serves to smother you and hold you down in bondage tighter than any rigger could tie.

Your misrepresentation of your fact, destroys my trust in you, and causes irreparable damage to any future relationships I may have.

Yes I am a pain slut. Emotional pain even has caused an erotic response in me. But this, is NOT pain I want. NOT pain I crave or need or desire in anyway. This cuts at my heart, and bleeds for a very long time. This is a scar that never really fades away.

What do I learn... love as freely as I like, but trust is something I will reserve for myself. A select few who have spent a long time earning my trust are permitted into this inner circle. A few may gravitate close to it but essentially if I don't know you, I don't trust you. If you try to push, I will walk away.

Enough.

Merry Go Round

I had a dream last night that I was flying.

My hands were bound out to the sides, and my legs were bound far apart. There is a small binding of rope around my waist that is attached the the frame on either side.

I was tied to a large square that had no middle. The one side had been attached to a round metal pole by several circular clasps.

I felt a push and started slowly circling around the pole. I try to look at my captors but I am already spinning to quickly and the faces are blurring.

I hear the crop hit me before I feel it. Gasping as I twirl around the pole completely helpless.
The crop keeps randomly finding targets, striking nipples, bum, back and mound. I am squealing and laughing, but am so off balance I can not struggle.

They spin me a little faster, again I feel the crop but now there is more. A tawse is smacking hard into my ass cheeks and I am reduced to whimpering and begging. I hear laughter from the people encircling me.

Now it gets harder as a strap has joined the crop and tawse, the strikes are coming faster as they have spread out around me. I am starting to scream every time I know I am getting near that cursed strap. The person wielding it recognizes it and starts circling with me giving me hard swats on my ass the entire time I am circling. The only pauses are when the crop or tawse strike.

I am gasping and pulling hard against my bonds, when the quirt joins in. I groan and my mind swirls away in the dizzy bliss of being spun and the joy of the strikes that come from the quirt.
My breasts are swollen and heavy, engorged in the passion of pain.

The strap has moved to the front and is slapping against my mound randomly. I am laughing wildly as I spin around feeling the quirt striking my ass.

At once I am stopped dead. A blindfold is tied around my eyes and darkness descends. Then they begin spinning me the other way. I am rotating backwards now and each strike to my ass is harder.

Sharp gasp as I feel something sting across my side. And again! Down the middle of my tummy a sharp cut sensation. Then along the underside of my arm. I am screaming and babbling and begging them not to cut me to shreds. The cuts are random against my thighs.

Stinging blows of sharp points against my ass. I am crying behind my blindfold and begging them to let me go. The torment continues and I feel cold hard steel against my swollen mound. My labia are parted and cold steel touches my clit.

I scream as I orgasm and feel my wet juices soaking my thighs, hearing low chuckles around me.

And then I am spinning, I can hear only the sound of the pivoting and feel a cool breeze against my skin.

Warm hands are caressing me, the twirling has stopped and I am being unbound. Weakened and helpless I am held and carried to a bed where I am laid down and the warm hands continue the gentle stroking.

Their hands are untying the blindfold..

I awaken.

Wulfie

I have an affinity for men who demonstrate predatory tendencies. I lean to being chew toy, fuck toy, mate. I like the wild animalistic sex where my clothes are thrust aside or pulled off. I like knowing I enpassion my male lovers to the degree that they let their inner beast out.

Rough sex does not really describe this accurately.

A demonstration is needed.

Wulfie has me by the hair again. He says pulling my hair makes his cock hard, I tell him that he needs to pull it more often and counter his pulling by tugging away from his strong grip. He gives my head a slight shake and his fingers tighten. I gasp and my nipples harden and tingle.

My mouth is open and I am looking into the deep dark pools of passion in his eyes. His mouth is on mine, insistent, pushing my lips open and thrusting his tongue inside. I am his captive and he is intent on proving who I belong to in this moment.

His lips pull away from mine and his free hand is gripping my breast hard. He has very large strong hands and he doesn't hold back with me. He knows I thrill at being used hard, that pain excites me. I press into his hard grip, needing more, always more.

His hands are pulling at my clothing and I am pulling off his clothes as quickly as I can. Fingers fumbling at his belt, I need him naked immediately. He is unhooking my bra and my clothes are puddling on the floor around me.

Kneeling I pull him to me and slip his hard cock into my throat, swallowing. Thrusting him, I am eager to please him, and eager to find my own pleasure in him.

His hands are in my hair and he is pulling me to the bed. I stumble and trip, dazed in desire. He assists me to the love nest, grabbing a towel and laying down. He tells me to come up and I crawl on top of him. Sliding his cock in my wet greedy slit, I impale myself on him and groan.

I am cumming in no time, his mouth finding my breasts, his teeth biting my nipples and making me writhe. I am moaning and whimpering and fucking him hard, my juices are squirting and puddling at the base of his cock and as I thrust down onto him I feel my cum splatter. This serves to make me cum more just at the sexy thought of it.

Fucking fast and thrusting him deep, his dickhead pressing and rubbing my g-spot. Grinding on him and rubbing my clit on his pelvis. I cry out and lay on top of him as I squirt and my juices run down between us.

I am making puddles, I blush as he comments on it and his hands slide over my ass.

He begins spanking me. I am fucking him still and squirming and wiggling, trying to get away from his stinging hands. He is laughing and spanking me harder and harder. I am shuddering, each thrust of his engorged phallus is making me squirt. Fireworks are igniting my mind in bright cascading light. I am near tears as pleasure and pain mix and mingle. Loosing myself and drifting as his slaps continue and push me harder and harder to the edge.

Suddenly I am below him.

He is biting my shoulder, bright bursts of pain accompany each squirt as he forces each orgasm out of me with his pillaging. I am washed away in ecstasy, his chewing has progressed and he is attacking my other shoulder, and then my breasts. I am gasping and pressing into him. My entire body flooded in the conflicting endorphin rushes, I am unable to breathe.

I am squealing and begging him and he has told me not to cum, to wait. I am holding back and he is biting me hard and bruising me. I am humping up into his movements, eager and feeling my orgasm bubble and swell inside me. He tells me to cum, now! The hard edge is beneath me and I plummet off the edge into sweet ecstasy. Free falling into a sea of intense waves of joy.

I am senseless, he is my universe in that moment and I would gladly stay here indefintely.

His assault on my body slows and then stops, he has achieved his pleasure.

We lay, tangled and panting. My hands slowly stroking up and down his back, over his buttocks. I feel weak and like a worn out rag doll. My hands and arms are aching from gripping and grasping at him as I orgasm repeatedly.

He rolls off and pulls my still shuddering body to him. His hands stroking my thighs and breasts, he will not allow me to be finished yet. He teases me about setting limits for how many orgasms I can have during our play and I groan and beg him not to ever do that! The teasing continues as he makes me blush and squirm against him.

Ah bliss..