I have laid a sheet on the floor in preparation. A pile of clothespins are resting on the end of my red chaise, the other end has 200 feet of coiled rope.
Candles are burning everywhere, their soft light and the scent of vanilla gently filling the air. One plain white taper is not lit.
Two glasses of water are sitting on the low table, one is filled with ice, one is plain water. There are gloves, a knife, a dildo, lube and condoms on the same shelf as the unlit taper.
The fire is burning brightly in the fireplace and throwing off a nice amount of warmth.
I am curled on my sofa under a blanket, the door is unlocked and she knows she is to just enter. Music is playing at a medium level.
I have her sit at the end of the couch and we discuss her past experiences with wax. It was once and it was not pleasant. She tells me she didn't wear any thing scented, no perfume or deodorant. She didn't want to wear anything flammable. I advise her that there will be no flame touching her.
We also discuss clothespins which I received consent for on the phone before she arrived.
She doesn't like nipple torture. The wax play previously burned her nipples, No problem.. I wasn't after her nipples tonight. I laugh and grin evilly.
"Take off your clothes" She is undressing, shirt pulled over her head, leopard print bra underneath. She tells me that this bra can be sacrificed at any point. I just look at her and tell her to take it off.
I am not cutting clothing off tonight. She removes her skirt. Matching leopard print thong. Cute, she tells me I can cut it off too and my only response is a smile.
I rise and she can see me fully for the first time, she comments about my appearance and I smooth my lace shirt over the shawl I have knotted low around my hips. I cross to the chaise and sit down on it, directing her to stand in front of me.
I tease her about being afraid of clothespins and show her the red plastic clips I will use on her. I begin by having her raise her arms. Two clamps under each arm on the tender bits. She gasps and I watch her pupils dilate slightly. This girl knows how to fly, she only needs a pilot!
I laugh at her auto erotic response and scoop up a handful of clips. Clamping the skin of her breasts is arousing me, I feel my clit swell and nipples become erect. Her eyes are fairly glowing and she is chewing her lips as she watches and emits tiny whimpers.
No clothespins on her nipples, I promised not to torture them and I will keep my promise. I merely torment every bit of flesh I can on her breasts instead. The clips are bristling out from her tit flesh in concentric circles and I am delighted with my progress.
Then I start at her hip and make a long swooping arch across her tummy. The clamps are not strong or tight but I watch her closely anyway, knowing it took a lot of courage for her to consent to them.
She is shivering and talking to me still about how they feel and I continue to tease her about fearing these harmless little clothespins when I reach up and yank the first one off.
"OH!" Is her surprised response followed by broken up laughter and pain murmurings.
I pull the other three off her arms and she is dancing a bit and "ow'ing" each one. I taunt her and tease her about them just being little clamps and what would she be doing if I had decided to do a zipper on her? Describing the process to her and hearing her whimper and moan in protest.
I laugh evilly, feeling my sadistic urges taking over. I get a tingly rush and pull the clamps off her breasts one by one... I ask her at one point if she would like slow or fast. She hesitates and says "Slow" I laugh and tear them off her as quickly and cruelly as I can muster.
"Just to show you who is in charge girl" I laugh again and rub the spots where the clips were, knowing the blood returning to those places has made them more than tender. She moans appreciatively..
I instruct her to lay down on the sheet and as she gets settled I cross to the shelf and light the taper. I circle back around her and test a few droplets of wax on the inside of my arm. Pleasantly hot at the distance of an arm span. I know I like it hotter than most so I loom over her with the candle held high above us.
I tip it and the first splashes of wax fall on her exposed belly. She jumps and protests and squirms. I tell her sternly to lay still. Dripping the hot droplets on her thighs and mound and breasts.
She is laughing and moaning and appears to be blissing out. I grab a chunk of ice from a glass and tell her to close her eyes.
Alternating the icy cold drips and the hot wax droplets, I watch her writhing and trying so hard to hold still. Laughter surrounds us, hers in the delight of pain endorphins, mine in sadistic pleasure.
This sexy girl has bared herself to be tormented by me and it pleases me to no end that she is overcoming fears and trusting me to do this to her.
The wax drips come from lower now, she has become accustomed to the heat and I want the scene to slowly intensify. The wax is caking on her belly, with only a few drops on her luscious boobs and quite a bit on her thighs and mound.
I have her open her eyes now so she can see how close the wax is and it starts fucking with her head. She starts crying out when the splashes hit her and telling me it is burning. I tell her it can not, that she has a deep coat of wax on. She accepts this and is doing fine until I straddle her and the drips come from just above her.
I know how hot the wax is this entire time, I have been testing it on myself periodically and I know it will not burn her.
She cries out in two sharp cries and then shouts "ORANGE"
I stick the candle in its holder grab the knife and kneel beside her. She is panting and gasping. I touch her belly and feel only hardened wax, her skin is entirely encased. "Where?" is my question to her and she indicates her sides. I check them carefully and peel the wax drippings off making sure there are no marks underneath. Her skin is unscathed. I look in her eyes and feel her calming now that the candle is away from her.
"Orange is not a safeword silly girl" She never says yellow or red and it has become a joke between us. I can't understand her reasoning, but I do understand the she was very close to saying red and ending the scene.
I inspect my work. I was true to my word, not one drip landed on her nipples, though many landed on her breasts. None of the skin is even reddened by the wax. She has come through without a single burn, not even a minor one.
I unsheathe my knife and show it to her.
"Do not move, I'm not as talented with a knife as I am with a candle!" I snicker and begin the long slow process of freeing her from the wax.
She lays very still and every so often I hear a gasp as my blade slides along her skin. Prying up the wax and baring the soft pale skin below. I tease her about "Oops your didn't want that mole did you?" and laughter surrounds us once more.
I have an urge to press the blade against her skin and cause the red droplets of life blood appear, their coppery scent would mingle well with the scent of her arousal. I suppress it as I continue on my task of cutting and peeling and shaving the wax off of her.
I have her spread her legs and trail the point of my blade over her labia, her scent is delicious and I want her so badly. I want to part her lips and hold her clit hostage, knife point pricking it... but that is another scene for another day.
Moving away I use the edge of the blade to loosen the crust of wax around her navel and pull huge chunks of it away. Showing them to her I toss one on her chest and tell her it is a memento, laughing about it.
I set the knife down and tell her to clean the rest off and go shower.. telling her she can cum in the shower and instructing her to throw the sheet out when she is finished.
I wander around the room snuffing candles and watching her rub and pick the wax off, our scene has ended...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Young Men
I love playing sex games with young men. I'm quite pleased with their ardour and their stamina although I have tired more than a few out. Recently I had two really great experiences playing with younger men.
He had been begging me to play for months and I had been teasing him and telling him that I simply had no time. I am a busy person with a household to run and a gaggle of children to raise as well as working full time. Toss in the fact we were relocating and my time vanished into thin air.
At last I have an evening free. I let him know two days in advance and he clears his schedule. He asks what he can expect and we negotiate the terms of his play.
I dress slowly on the night of our playdate, having showered and applied light makeup and styled my hair. I slip into a pair of silken stockings. Standing and looking in the mirror at myself. I slip on my red spike heels and a red scarf around my neck. My trench coat feels cool against my bare skin, I belt it at my waist, not bothering with the buttons. Adjusting the scarf at my throat, I pick up my dark red lipstick and apply it carefully.
I grab my medium sized toy bag that is stuffed with goodies and strut out my front door.
In my car driving over I listen to music with a strong pulsing beat and slide my fingertips over my throat and thighs every so often. The scent of arousal becomes my perfume.
Parking my car I walk up to his front door and press the buzzer so he can let me in. I smooth my coat in the elevator. At last I am at his door.
He opens it and he is naked, as I have requested. I step inside and he offers to take my coat.
I untie the belt and slip it off. He groans quietly and I watch his dick harden as he takes my coat and hangs it up. We walk down a short hall to his living room. I am pleased to see a low table waiting for my bag, I set it down, noting that he has candles burning on every surface that will hold them. The lights are turned low and the music is soft and unobtrusive.
He follows directions well.
He kneels before my feet and looks up at me. His hard penis is pointing straight at me and his skin is gleaming in the candle light. How lovely this body will be to torment and tease.
I walk around him slowly and have him kneel up so I can inspect him more thoroughly. Mm he has taken great pains to remove every bit of hair from his chest and genitals. I see a few stragglers and smile. More fun for me. My hand is sliding over his chest and I touch his nipples gently, he moans quietly and I can not resist his lips any longer. Leaning in I kiss him softly, me lips barely grazing over his. His breath is hot on my face and I inhale his scent as my hands slide behind him, one caressing down his back and the other tangling in luscious waves of dark hair.
This boy is sexy. I back away and run my hands over his well muscled arms and down his tummy to his hips. I have an urge to just lick him all over. I love the taste of skin and lean over and lick and nibble along his collar bone, my hands roaming over his butt cheeks. I can feel him quivering in his excitement.
Still he is so well behaved. He has not tried to touch me, even though his eyes are fairly glowing with hunger. I slip close and bury his face in my tummy. Bending so my nipples rub in his hair. Rubbing my hands over his shoulders and feeling some of his tension ease. He is nervous.
I step back to my bag and unzipping it I pull out a roll of purple vet wrap. Crossing to where he kneels I wrap around his wrist, have him put his hand beside his ankle and bind his wrist to ankle. I do the same on the other side and survey my work. Asking him to bend forward and back to make sure he is flexible enough. He does very well and I am pleased with my quick easy bondage.
I have him bend forward and grab a cushion and place it under his head so his bum is in the air and his head is on the ground. His legs are spread and I can clearly access his balls, butt and cock.
I slide my hand over his bum and softly start spanking him. He groans a bit and wiggles, I watch his cock swaying and bobbing. Spanking a bit harder until his hips are waggling. I laugh and tell him next time I will bring impact toys, He moans and begs "no no please" and I only laugh.
I return to my bag and pull out a long taper of plain unscented untreated wax. I see he is watching me from his position on the floor and I am chuckling as I pull out a small pair of sharp edged scissors and 3 butt toys of varying sizes. We will see which he can accommodate.
I light the taper from one of his burning candles and wait for it to melt enough to test on the inside of my wrist.
I stand over him and slowly drip the hot wax over his back and ass. Going so far as to even drip it on his feet and arms. I have him arch his back, and raise the candle high so the drips cool slightly before they land on his testicles. He is groaning loudly and flinching and I am holding back my laughter. It is so amusing to tease this sexy boy.
I blow out the candle as it is down to a small stub and being mischievous I rub the waxy bit over his butt-hole. He whimpers and hips rock. He is such a butt slut! "You want your butt fucked boy?" His response is a loud moan and I grab the biggest butt plug and a bottle of lube. Dripping the lube into his hole and lubing the toy I press the tip to his tight little hole.
He is pressing back against it and I push it inside him hard. He cries out loudly. This is bigger than he is used to.. I leave the plug in his ass and stroke his swollen hard cock with my free hand. I feel him moving with me and rub his balls and taint in slow arousing motions with my other hand. He is groaning in bliss when I turn the vibrations on in the plug.
He thrusts wildly in my hand and I grip him tightly as he fucks my hand. My other hand is fucking his ass with the toy now.
He is begging loudly and sharp little cries are coming from him "PLEASE GODDESS PLEASE!!"
I tell him to give his orgasm to me NOW. His cum is spurting in great jetting fountains from his cock and over my hand, I pull the plug from his ass as he comes and he screams and writhes and I keep stroking him and squeezing every drop from him.
I grab my scissors and cut his wrists and ankles free. Using the sharp edge to slough most of the wax off and push him over gently onto his side.
He lays there, eyes glazed and panting. He finally refocuses on me. I am sitting beside him and gently rubbing the wax off his body.
Thank you is all he says to me and and I smile. I am wildly horny and want his tongue in me but I will make him wait longer to have that gift.
He sits up and we embrace...
Well that is all the time I have to write today, I will have to write about the other young man in another post!
He had been begging me to play for months and I had been teasing him and telling him that I simply had no time. I am a busy person with a household to run and a gaggle of children to raise as well as working full time. Toss in the fact we were relocating and my time vanished into thin air.
At last I have an evening free. I let him know two days in advance and he clears his schedule. He asks what he can expect and we negotiate the terms of his play.
I dress slowly on the night of our playdate, having showered and applied light makeup and styled my hair. I slip into a pair of silken stockings. Standing and looking in the mirror at myself. I slip on my red spike heels and a red scarf around my neck. My trench coat feels cool against my bare skin, I belt it at my waist, not bothering with the buttons. Adjusting the scarf at my throat, I pick up my dark red lipstick and apply it carefully.
I grab my medium sized toy bag that is stuffed with goodies and strut out my front door.
In my car driving over I listen to music with a strong pulsing beat and slide my fingertips over my throat and thighs every so often. The scent of arousal becomes my perfume.
Parking my car I walk up to his front door and press the buzzer so he can let me in. I smooth my coat in the elevator. At last I am at his door.
He opens it and he is naked, as I have requested. I step inside and he offers to take my coat.
I untie the belt and slip it off. He groans quietly and I watch his dick harden as he takes my coat and hangs it up. We walk down a short hall to his living room. I am pleased to see a low table waiting for my bag, I set it down, noting that he has candles burning on every surface that will hold them. The lights are turned low and the music is soft and unobtrusive.
He follows directions well.
He kneels before my feet and looks up at me. His hard penis is pointing straight at me and his skin is gleaming in the candle light. How lovely this body will be to torment and tease.
I walk around him slowly and have him kneel up so I can inspect him more thoroughly. Mm he has taken great pains to remove every bit of hair from his chest and genitals. I see a few stragglers and smile. More fun for me. My hand is sliding over his chest and I touch his nipples gently, he moans quietly and I can not resist his lips any longer. Leaning in I kiss him softly, me lips barely grazing over his. His breath is hot on my face and I inhale his scent as my hands slide behind him, one caressing down his back and the other tangling in luscious waves of dark hair.
This boy is sexy. I back away and run my hands over his well muscled arms and down his tummy to his hips. I have an urge to just lick him all over. I love the taste of skin and lean over and lick and nibble along his collar bone, my hands roaming over his butt cheeks. I can feel him quivering in his excitement.
Still he is so well behaved. He has not tried to touch me, even though his eyes are fairly glowing with hunger. I slip close and bury his face in my tummy. Bending so my nipples rub in his hair. Rubbing my hands over his shoulders and feeling some of his tension ease. He is nervous.
I step back to my bag and unzipping it I pull out a roll of purple vet wrap. Crossing to where he kneels I wrap around his wrist, have him put his hand beside his ankle and bind his wrist to ankle. I do the same on the other side and survey my work. Asking him to bend forward and back to make sure he is flexible enough. He does very well and I am pleased with my quick easy bondage.
I have him bend forward and grab a cushion and place it under his head so his bum is in the air and his head is on the ground. His legs are spread and I can clearly access his balls, butt and cock.
I slide my hand over his bum and softly start spanking him. He groans a bit and wiggles, I watch his cock swaying and bobbing. Spanking a bit harder until his hips are waggling. I laugh and tell him next time I will bring impact toys, He moans and begs "no no please" and I only laugh.
I return to my bag and pull out a long taper of plain unscented untreated wax. I see he is watching me from his position on the floor and I am chuckling as I pull out a small pair of sharp edged scissors and 3 butt toys of varying sizes. We will see which he can accommodate.
I light the taper from one of his burning candles and wait for it to melt enough to test on the inside of my wrist.
I stand over him and slowly drip the hot wax over his back and ass. Going so far as to even drip it on his feet and arms. I have him arch his back, and raise the candle high so the drips cool slightly before they land on his testicles. He is groaning loudly and flinching and I am holding back my laughter. It is so amusing to tease this sexy boy.
I blow out the candle as it is down to a small stub and being mischievous I rub the waxy bit over his butt-hole. He whimpers and hips rock. He is such a butt slut! "You want your butt fucked boy?" His response is a loud moan and I grab the biggest butt plug and a bottle of lube. Dripping the lube into his hole and lubing the toy I press the tip to his tight little hole.
He is pressing back against it and I push it inside him hard. He cries out loudly. This is bigger than he is used to.. I leave the plug in his ass and stroke his swollen hard cock with my free hand. I feel him moving with me and rub his balls and taint in slow arousing motions with my other hand. He is groaning in bliss when I turn the vibrations on in the plug.
He thrusts wildly in my hand and I grip him tightly as he fucks my hand. My other hand is fucking his ass with the toy now.
He is begging loudly and sharp little cries are coming from him "PLEASE GODDESS PLEASE!!"
I tell him to give his orgasm to me NOW. His cum is spurting in great jetting fountains from his cock and over my hand, I pull the plug from his ass as he comes and he screams and writhes and I keep stroking him and squeezing every drop from him.
I grab my scissors and cut his wrists and ankles free. Using the sharp edge to slough most of the wax off and push him over gently onto his side.
He lays there, eyes glazed and panting. He finally refocuses on me. I am sitting beside him and gently rubbing the wax off his body.
Thank you is all he says to me and and I smile. I am wildly horny and want his tongue in me but I will make him wait longer to have that gift.
He sits up and we embrace...
Well that is all the time I have to write today, I will have to write about the other young man in another post!
Scattered
Well the last month has left me with few actual playdates, and a head full of scattered thoughts and desires.
I am not one to make new years resolutions, preferring to goal set and review them about once a month. I won't bore anyone with details of that. Needless to say, no resolutions to report (I wonder what marketing guru jumped on the tradition and made it the weight loss wonder that it is today)
I am attending at least 4 events this month and hope to see many of my friends and playmates there. I will enjoy myself greatly (as I always do) and hope to be able to make a few other people very happy as well.
I am trying to figure out a way to sharpen the steel claws I have acquired without causing them to lose their shape or develop burrs. Right now they are dull and provide a nice sensation but sharp would be so much more delicious.
I have been having some amazingly erotic dreams, I think it is due to a surgery I have recently had that prevents me from masturbating... Test O is Saturday, wish me luck heh.
I am not one to make new years resolutions, preferring to goal set and review them about once a month. I won't bore anyone with details of that. Needless to say, no resolutions to report (I wonder what marketing guru jumped on the tradition and made it the weight loss wonder that it is today)
I am attending at least 4 events this month and hope to see many of my friends and playmates there. I will enjoy myself greatly (as I always do) and hope to be able to make a few other people very happy as well.
I am trying to figure out a way to sharpen the steel claws I have acquired without causing them to lose their shape or develop burrs. Right now they are dull and provide a nice sensation but sharp would be so much more delicious.
I have been having some amazingly erotic dreams, I think it is due to a surgery I have recently had that prevents me from masturbating... Test O is Saturday, wish me luck heh.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sacrifice
She lays on the ritual table, limbs restrained by leather thongs that do nothing to hold her still. They only serve to keep her on the table. Her clothing is fine white linens that is billowing around her like a soft white cloud.
She has consented to this act and he confirms the consent again. Then the room grows dark.
She is surrounded on all sides by candlelight, she can hear low chanting almost a murmur of voices, cascading like stream water over river rocks. It is cool and she shivers, feeling the hairs on her neck rising as goose pimples cover her arms and legs.
He has a long sharp black dagger and he is standing above her silent. The chanting around her grows louder and fills her ears, fear rises in her throat and her pulse quickens. She must remember her purpose, and holds her esolve firmly in front of her.
His blade flashes along the razor sharp edge as he lowers it and cuts through the linens that were her only protection. Shuddering she holds deathly still while her screams echo inside her head.
He is cutting her skin along her belly in a long slow stroke. The knife is sharp as a scalpel, but his desire is to cause her as much agony as she can bear. The knife moves ever slowly down her belly to her pelvic bone.
She is lost in the hot pain that radiates through her. She feels her blood weeping through the wound he is carving in her sensitive skin and she sobs in a release of emotion. Her blood is collected in a silver cup as it oozes down her body. The smell of it is strong and coppery.
He is salivating as he collects her life essence and he continues on with his cutting. Looking in her eyes he sees pain, fear, excitement. She is fairly glowing in her lust, in her desire to be this sacrifice.
He has carved the Goddess' symbol into her tummy, her skin shall bear her mark until as a corpse it rots off her bones, returning her to the earth where her life began. His hand smears the edges of the blood seeping from Her emblem, fingers coating in her essence. He moves lower and smudges the blood on her bared vulva.
She gasps and screams feeling his hand part her lips wide and the hilt of his dagger slides inside her. Her cum gushes out over his bloodied blade. Pain orgasm washed into and blended in her female lust.
More blood as he bring the chalice close and drips it onto her clitoris. It has cooled slightly and she is startled as he lowers his head and sucks the coppery bits from her lips.
Orgasm sweeps through her again, a storm of pleasure and pain cresting and building and overtaking her senses.
She loses consciousness.
When she awakes she is no longer tied down.
The candles have burned low, she is laying in the linen rags that have been torn and bloodied.
His hood is back and he is washing the sigil carved into her tummy. Warm water trickling deliciously over her flesh and washing the blood away. She admires his rugged handsome face as he cares for her. Emotions well up inside her and tears trickle down her cheeks.
He has marked her, now all will see and know she belongs to the Goddess. Sacrificed in pain and pleasure, Her emblem will become a shiny scar that will bear witness to her pain rights.
She has consented to this act and he confirms the consent again. Then the room grows dark.
She is surrounded on all sides by candlelight, she can hear low chanting almost a murmur of voices, cascading like stream water over river rocks. It is cool and she shivers, feeling the hairs on her neck rising as goose pimples cover her arms and legs.
He has a long sharp black dagger and he is standing above her silent. The chanting around her grows louder and fills her ears, fear rises in her throat and her pulse quickens. She must remember her purpose, and holds her esolve firmly in front of her.
His blade flashes along the razor sharp edge as he lowers it and cuts through the linens that were her only protection. Shuddering she holds deathly still while her screams echo inside her head.
He is cutting her skin along her belly in a long slow stroke. The knife is sharp as a scalpel, but his desire is to cause her as much agony as she can bear. The knife moves ever slowly down her belly to her pelvic bone.
She is lost in the hot pain that radiates through her. She feels her blood weeping through the wound he is carving in her sensitive skin and she sobs in a release of emotion. Her blood is collected in a silver cup as it oozes down her body. The smell of it is strong and coppery.
He is salivating as he collects her life essence and he continues on with his cutting. Looking in her eyes he sees pain, fear, excitement. She is fairly glowing in her lust, in her desire to be this sacrifice.
He has carved the Goddess' symbol into her tummy, her skin shall bear her mark until as a corpse it rots off her bones, returning her to the earth where her life began. His hand smears the edges of the blood seeping from Her emblem, fingers coating in her essence. He moves lower and smudges the blood on her bared vulva.
She gasps and screams feeling his hand part her lips wide and the hilt of his dagger slides inside her. Her cum gushes out over his bloodied blade. Pain orgasm washed into and blended in her female lust.
More blood as he bring the chalice close and drips it onto her clitoris. It has cooled slightly and she is startled as he lowers his head and sucks the coppery bits from her lips.
Orgasm sweeps through her again, a storm of pleasure and pain cresting and building and overtaking her senses.
She loses consciousness.
When she awakes she is no longer tied down.
The candles have burned low, she is laying in the linen rags that have been torn and bloodied.
His hood is back and he is washing the sigil carved into her tummy. Warm water trickling deliciously over her flesh and washing the blood away. She admires his rugged handsome face as he cares for her. Emotions well up inside her and tears trickle down her cheeks.
He has marked her, now all will see and know she belongs to the Goddess. Sacrificed in pain and pleasure, Her emblem will become a shiny scar that will bear witness to her pain rights.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
White Pain
Pain causes explosions in my brain. The white hot star exploding kind. Here is a good example.
I lay still, a sharp blade in his hand. I am on my stomach and panting into the blanket I have buried my face into. My ass is his canvas.
He is dragging the sharp edge over my skin and I can feel it parting the first layers. He mentions that blood has welled up and I whimper into the blanket. He is laughing.
The knife point drags over my flesh and a sharp white flash brightens behind my eyes. He drags the knife and I watch the white stain smear behind my eyelids. It is tracking with the caress of his blade. His hand slides over my ass and I feel fear as he parts my legs. The sharp point jabbing at my lips and scratching them.
I shudder but don't dare move, whimpering no and hiding as much as I can from him. Sparklers are going off now as the point jabs and calls my attention to my flesh that is swollen and slick wet with my desire. I shudder and have a pain orgasm, the burning White fire exploding and rushing to warm my body.
Fear that he will tear me apart starts over taking me. His knife is at the back of my neck and scratches hard down my spine. This one breaks skin and blood wells.
I muffle my scream and hold still, terrified.
I lay still, a sharp blade in his hand. I am on my stomach and panting into the blanket I have buried my face into. My ass is his canvas.
He is dragging the sharp edge over my skin and I can feel it parting the first layers. He mentions that blood has welled up and I whimper into the blanket. He is laughing.
The knife point drags over my flesh and a sharp white flash brightens behind my eyes. He drags the knife and I watch the white stain smear behind my eyelids. It is tracking with the caress of his blade. His hand slides over my ass and I feel fear as he parts my legs. The sharp point jabbing at my lips and scratching them.
I shudder but don't dare move, whimpering no and hiding as much as I can from him. Sparklers are going off now as the point jabs and calls my attention to my flesh that is swollen and slick wet with my desire. I shudder and have a pain orgasm, the burning White fire exploding and rushing to warm my body.
Fear that he will tear me apart starts over taking me. His knife is at the back of my neck and scratches hard down my spine. This one breaks skin and blood wells.
I muffle my scream and hold still, terrified.
Masochist
I am a masochist. I have always been this way for as long as I can remember.
When I was a child I was a scratcher. I would scratch myself with needles and anything sharp at all. The sharp edge on a plastic item would cause me to become blissed out at a very young age. I remember being around 8 and brushing my hair with one of those really stiff bristled brushes. My hair was laying down my back and over my shoulders in long rippling waves and it was summer so I was wearing a tube top. The bristles scraped down my back and shoulders as I brushed my hair. I can remember shivering in delight as they dragged across my sun browned skin and turned it a bright red. My skin protesting the abuse as my nerve endings sent pleasure sensations coursing through me.
At 10 I discovered that the pain sensations were pleasurable from impact. My father had given me a beautiful leather belt for my birthday. I was amazed by the texture of this animal skin. So supple and soft, yet strong. I don't remember the first time it struck my bare skin, I know it was accidental. I know the strike caused my pulse to race and breath to quicken. I know it was followed quickly by more. I bruised myself and my mom was very distressed when she saw that. She told me that bruises were ugly. I couldn't see ugliness in them. The were glorious reminders of pleasure.
I spent my entire childhood being sexually assaulted by various people who were in positions of power over me. Sex became something different to me. An expression of love. And hate. I don't remember my first orgasm I must have been extremely young. Sexual acts had a physical pleasure that was separated from anything emotional or anything cerebral at all as I would disassociate during the abuse. My body would react with orgasms, but my mind was elsewhere.
I do remember when I started to masturbate at around 9 and have orgasms. I would disassociate from that as well.
Until pain. Pain was mine. Pure. Untainted by any abuses.
Cleansing.
Jarring.
Pain was grounding. Yet freeing.
At 12 I started cutting.
At 14 I started burning.
Each level of pain I climbed higher with, I achieved a new sense of purity. A new sense of balance.
I remember heating metal pieces in fire. 14 years old, a few friends around, one was a boy I was fucking. I plucked the shard of metal from the fire. It was glowing red hot. He asked me what I was going to do with it. I told him it was to mark me. He didn't believe I would do it.
I was staring at it, eyes bright in pain lust. The red glow reflecting in my clear green gaze. I licked my lips. My nipples were erect and I was soaking wet. Every nerve ending in my body was clamoring and banging. Almost as if begging for it to be placed, here on my thigh, here on my tummy, no here on my breast..
The red glow fades, I know I can't have it to hot or the metal will go past my skin and into my flesh. I wait and turn it over and over with the tongs. My friends are jeering now, daring me and calling me a wimp. I can't hear them much through the blood that is pumping hard and fast. Ears hearing only that rushing and thumping of my excitement.
I bare my thigh, my free hand smoothing over my sensitive skin. I have goosebumps and am salivating. I wipe my mouth and push my hair back away so it hangs down my back. Intent now, I hover the piece above my thigh, I can feel the heat radiating.
My boyfriend, in an attempt to distract me, turns my face to his, and he sees close up for the first time the rapture that pain lust is causing. He is aroused by my intensity and His lips are on mine.
I drop the hot metal onto my thigh.
His kiss is firm and insistent and I allow him to rape my mouth with his tongue. Orgasm rips through me as the bright hot burn sweeps over my senses and obliterates everything but lust. White hot sparkles drift and float and burst behind my closed eyelids. Awash in the intensity of the burn, I am pliable and surrender to his kiss. Heart racing as I abandon inhibition and rub my nipples against his chest. I hear his groan and can feel his desire swell between us. I am in control of this moment, his lust following my own. Every pore, every cell is aflame in lust and I am pouring it out of me and into him. His hands tangle in my hair that is spilled down my back and tug at it unintentionally. I am transported, orgasm shudders through me again as the intensity drives my endorphins ever higher.
Far off, I hear my girlfriend gasp and start to scream "SHE DID IT"
The moment is torn from me as the lips retreat and he is pulling the metal off my leg. You can smell a faint scorched scent as if I had burnt a bit of my hair. My skin is yellow where the metal touched and red all around, as my body reacts and isolates the wound. Blood rushing to the site as my skin reacts and my body begins the healing process.
He is swearing at me and wiping his mouth. I taste faint copper and realize I must have bit him at some point. I lick his blood from my lip and murmur apologies. More lust raging inside me. He isn't really hurt but I have startled him. And he never kisses me again...
As an adult I had to hide my love for pain even more. Married to a vanilla man and being a mommy. I felt society would never accept a pain-lover.
Then I found BDSM online. Years of hiding fell away and freedom was at last granted to me. It has been a glorious 9 years or re-awakening and exploration.
Pain is ecstasy to me. It washes me in sensations that I cherish. Pain is my most longed for and loved companion. Sex is fun, but something entirely separate and distinctly different from the all encompassing enrapturing state that pain places me in.
My toy box is beginning to take over an entire closet now with instruments to cause levels of pain that I can experience and share with others.
I am always negotiating scenes and many are surprised when sex is no part of it. It is not required to get me off. Sex is intimate and.. sex is a different animal entirely.
Give me pain... I am very much a taker when it comes to the glory of pain.
When I was a child I was a scratcher. I would scratch myself with needles and anything sharp at all. The sharp edge on a plastic item would cause me to become blissed out at a very young age. I remember being around 8 and brushing my hair with one of those really stiff bristled brushes. My hair was laying down my back and over my shoulders in long rippling waves and it was summer so I was wearing a tube top. The bristles scraped down my back and shoulders as I brushed my hair. I can remember shivering in delight as they dragged across my sun browned skin and turned it a bright red. My skin protesting the abuse as my nerve endings sent pleasure sensations coursing through me.
At 10 I discovered that the pain sensations were pleasurable from impact. My father had given me a beautiful leather belt for my birthday. I was amazed by the texture of this animal skin. So supple and soft, yet strong. I don't remember the first time it struck my bare skin, I know it was accidental. I know the strike caused my pulse to race and breath to quicken. I know it was followed quickly by more. I bruised myself and my mom was very distressed when she saw that. She told me that bruises were ugly. I couldn't see ugliness in them. The were glorious reminders of pleasure.
I spent my entire childhood being sexually assaulted by various people who were in positions of power over me. Sex became something different to me. An expression of love. And hate. I don't remember my first orgasm I must have been extremely young. Sexual acts had a physical pleasure that was separated from anything emotional or anything cerebral at all as I would disassociate during the abuse. My body would react with orgasms, but my mind was elsewhere.
I do remember when I started to masturbate at around 9 and have orgasms. I would disassociate from that as well.
Until pain. Pain was mine. Pure. Untainted by any abuses.
Cleansing.
Jarring.
Pain was grounding. Yet freeing.
At 12 I started cutting.
At 14 I started burning.
Each level of pain I climbed higher with, I achieved a new sense of purity. A new sense of balance.
I remember heating metal pieces in fire. 14 years old, a few friends around, one was a boy I was fucking. I plucked the shard of metal from the fire. It was glowing red hot. He asked me what I was going to do with it. I told him it was to mark me. He didn't believe I would do it.
I was staring at it, eyes bright in pain lust. The red glow reflecting in my clear green gaze. I licked my lips. My nipples were erect and I was soaking wet. Every nerve ending in my body was clamoring and banging. Almost as if begging for it to be placed, here on my thigh, here on my tummy, no here on my breast..
The red glow fades, I know I can't have it to hot or the metal will go past my skin and into my flesh. I wait and turn it over and over with the tongs. My friends are jeering now, daring me and calling me a wimp. I can't hear them much through the blood that is pumping hard and fast. Ears hearing only that rushing and thumping of my excitement.
I bare my thigh, my free hand smoothing over my sensitive skin. I have goosebumps and am salivating. I wipe my mouth and push my hair back away so it hangs down my back. Intent now, I hover the piece above my thigh, I can feel the heat radiating.
My boyfriend, in an attempt to distract me, turns my face to his, and he sees close up for the first time the rapture that pain lust is causing. He is aroused by my intensity and His lips are on mine.
I drop the hot metal onto my thigh.
His kiss is firm and insistent and I allow him to rape my mouth with his tongue. Orgasm rips through me as the bright hot burn sweeps over my senses and obliterates everything but lust. White hot sparkles drift and float and burst behind my closed eyelids. Awash in the intensity of the burn, I am pliable and surrender to his kiss. Heart racing as I abandon inhibition and rub my nipples against his chest. I hear his groan and can feel his desire swell between us. I am in control of this moment, his lust following my own. Every pore, every cell is aflame in lust and I am pouring it out of me and into him. His hands tangle in my hair that is spilled down my back and tug at it unintentionally. I am transported, orgasm shudders through me again as the intensity drives my endorphins ever higher.
Far off, I hear my girlfriend gasp and start to scream "SHE DID IT"
The moment is torn from me as the lips retreat and he is pulling the metal off my leg. You can smell a faint scorched scent as if I had burnt a bit of my hair. My skin is yellow where the metal touched and red all around, as my body reacts and isolates the wound. Blood rushing to the site as my skin reacts and my body begins the healing process.
He is swearing at me and wiping his mouth. I taste faint copper and realize I must have bit him at some point. I lick his blood from my lip and murmur apologies. More lust raging inside me. He isn't really hurt but I have startled him. And he never kisses me again...
As an adult I had to hide my love for pain even more. Married to a vanilla man and being a mommy. I felt society would never accept a pain-lover.
Then I found BDSM online. Years of hiding fell away and freedom was at last granted to me. It has been a glorious 9 years or re-awakening and exploration.
Pain is ecstasy to me. It washes me in sensations that I cherish. Pain is my most longed for and loved companion. Sex is fun, but something entirely separate and distinctly different from the all encompassing enrapturing state that pain places me in.
My toy box is beginning to take over an entire closet now with instruments to cause levels of pain that I can experience and share with others.
I am always negotiating scenes and many are surprised when sex is no part of it. It is not required to get me off. Sex is intimate and.. sex is a different animal entirely.
Give me pain... I am very much a taker when it comes to the glory of pain.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Mr Bus Driver
I admit to having a thing for men in uniform. Women too but for some
reason a man in any uniform at all makes me wet.
They are simply.... Delicious!
reason a man in any uniform at all makes me wet.
They are simply.... Delicious!
It had been a long day at work. The hotel was busy and as front desk
manager it was my job to run around and put out fires all day. Now I
was walking on tired feet to the bus stop so I could go home.
It was very late and my heels clattering on the pavement was the only
sound except cars driving by.
My tailored suit was rather rumpled looking and my bag was slung
carelessly over one shoulder.
I could hear the bus coming and started running to the stop. My heel
chose that moment to crack and break. Stumbling I pulled off my heels
and ran for it. Heedless to the sidewalk destroying my silk stockings.
The bus pulled to the curb and I stepped on flashing my pass and
collapsing onto the first seat. A shoe in either hand, I abruptly
burst into tears.
"Rough day?" The bus drivers voice sounded soothing and compassionate.
"Heh you could say that!" I sniffled and set my shoes down to rummage
in my bag for tissues as the motion of the bus rocked me gently. It
felt so good to be going home.
I glanced around and realized it was just myself and the driver. I
stuck my shoes in my bag and took a closer look at him.
He was really young. Maybe 30 at the oldest but looked 22. Why do
redheads look so young? No matter, I admired his unruly mop of red
curls and felt a familiar stir in my loins.
We started chatting and I found out this was his last run. His car was
parked at the station. I looked down at my torn stockings and
wondered.. So I asked if he lived anywhere near my house. He shot a
look sideways at me. A soft smile played across his lips. His lips
were very pale and looked so soft.
I suggested that he could play knight in shining armor twice in one
night. Lifting a foot and showing him my foot clad only in a torn
silken bit of stocking. Flashing my leg under my skirt and knowing it.
"I can give you a ride home."
I wasn't looking for a ride in his car at that moment,but it would do for now.
At the station he tells me to stay on a bench and comes back for me
with his car. Nothing fancy but again I was much more interested in
the man.
I get in when he opens the door for me and once I am settled provide
my address.
We arrive at my house and he looks out at it. I tell him thanks for
the ride and wait for it. He hops out and opens my door for me. I slip
out and stand there looking up at him.
Impulsively I ask him to come in. Resting a hand on his arm and
feeling his strength.
He is kissing me in a soft leisurly kiss. I feel his tongue slide out
to taste me and press close to him.
The next thing I know we are in the entrance way and he is undressing
me. I am trembling so hard with desire I can barely undo his pants
before dropping to my knees and enfolding his cock in my wet eager
mouth.
He is groaning and I have slid my hands inside his pants and tugged
them down while suckling at his tool. He is so hard and he smells
amazing! My hands find his butt cheeks and squeeze them pulling him
closer to my mouth.
More I need more. I rise and pull him to the bedroom kissing him and
stroking his cock as we go.I pull his clothing off, hallway strewn
with the evidence of my hunger.
Pushing him onto the bed I straddle him and rub my dripping eager
pussy on his hard cock while I feed him my nipples. He has a talented
tongue and I must experience it. Clambering around so I am sitting on
his face I reach back to stroke him and fondle his balls as his tongue
dives between my lips.
It is going to be a long night....
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