Entering the kitchen, I heard her before I saw her. She was loud and angry and not afraid to let it show. Pots and pans being thrown into the dishwasher, shouting down the phone at someone who had done something wrong. My soft love was all spiky & agitation. A better measure was that children and small animals were hiding from her, on the other side of the house . She was a great wife and mother, and normally I was more than happy to follow her lead, but not on this. It was time for this husband to organise a circuit breaker. I leaned into her softness and kissed the back of her neck . At the same time she pushed into me, to try and push me away. I wrapped some hair around my hand and gave it a sharp pull. “No, we are not doing this” I whispered to her. I heard her catch her breath. “The kids are being picked up in an hour by your sister and staying until Sunday. I have a couple of mates,” and with that she leaned into me, “ coming over for a bit of a project. You might want to get ready.” I found my voice getting deeper, the more I spoke. A couple of hours later, Dean knocked on the door. He entered with a practice ease of someone who knew our space well and headed to the kitchen to get some beer. He was younger, tall, fit and strong. We have been playing together for nearly 6 months and each time was better than the last. We talked, I apologised, for keeping it too long between sessions and we entered to find my wife on her hands and knees ready for inspection. I like this, pre-cum on my cock and getting ready to play. Everything quivering, ready to go. Dean asked me how she had been. I told him the truth, “a spiky bitch from hell, scaring everyone in the house” Without warning, I heard the sharp crack of the smack on her bum, followed by a moan as his fingers entered roughly. She came quickly. Dean never speaks to my wife. He looked at me and smiled, as he licked his fingers covered in her stickyness. “she needs to be shaved and we should put the food on. What do you want to do husband?”

8 May 2025

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I've had a fantasy for a long time about a mature woman who is pregnant with a big belly and who has nice big boobs with milk and ready to have them sucked on... Always been wanting to explore and devour the passion and desires that come with someone who's about to have a baby... enjoy being touched, admired, wanted, loved, eaten, licked, caressed every inch of her body... Is very hard at my age to find someone who is in this situation or wants to have someone else enjoy their changed body because of a baby... I think a pregnant woman deserves and appreciates the love and attention as well... I am a a lover of bigger boobs and a sucker of them too... I do enjoy the fun and pleasure of going down on a woman and tasting all juices that ooze out especially if a woman can squirt like a fire hose... I would also enjoy being in a situation where either one is tied up... chained or handcuffed so each can be dominant where some whipping and tickling is enjoyed... I love it when a woman's boobs and nipples have heated clamps on them because I get to experience the same feelings too... We both have a clamp on our nipples while being aroused and played with.

3 May 2025

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You are waiting for me, leaning forwards over my desk... you know you have been a naughty little girl and awaiting daddy's discipline. You have already removed your tiny panties now on the floor between 'over knee length' stocking feet. Reaching down to check their wetness they are soaked with my little girls sweet juice... I see your white blouse already unbuttoned with your small firm breasts hanging and hard nipples resting on the top of my desk. Earlier naked - my cock is standing erect, hard and throbbing already leaking tasty precum from its circumcised and swollen head. I lift your short tartan skirt. The sweet juice is leaking down the inside of your thighs - your firm round buttocks waiting to be parted. I slide my arm around your slender hips - my hand to your clit - now erect like a miniature cock - to hold between my finger and thumb to roll it between. You begin to moan. My other arm is across your shoulders holding you down squashing your breasts hard on my desk. Your moans increase as I move my hand away and gripping your hips with both hands I ever so slowly slide the head of my cock between your buttocks that you have your own hands gripping and pulling apart for daddy to enter your now gapping arsehole. I know my little girl craves her arsehole being drilled with daddy's cock and exploding inside with his warm milky cum... but not today. Today you have been naughty! Instead I slide my erect cock - throbbing in anticipation - between your tight but very wet pussy lips. I hold it there. You push your arse back wanting all of the shaft, moaning and groaning for its entry... I grab your wrists from your arse cheeks spreading your arms out from your sides and give you what you want. Pushing my hips hard against your arse cheeks I thrust my whole cock deep into you! Ramming you hard and thrusting fast you are screaming now. I let go of your wrists and reaching forward my arms place your neck in a headlock. Pulling you neck and head back your back arched and tits up now free - now being rough fucked you are so close to cumming... But you are my little girl sub... I wont let you cum. I pull my cock out - slippery with your juice - you are begging me. "Finish me - finish me"..."Please Daddy I want all your cum"... Finish me - please"... "PLEASE" I pull you up and spin you around... lifting your skirt over your head. Except for your stockings you are naked. Your nipples are hard and erect. I place my hand on top of your head and force you to your knees... my hard wet cock throbbing in front of your face. You open your mouth to take it. I grab your long flowing hair in a single grip making a fist at the back of your neck and drive your face into my body... your mouth taking my cock deep down your throat. You are gagging and choking on my cock. I am rough fucking and pounding the hell out of your face - no mercy! My cock stuck deep inside your throat...you are gagging worse, saliva drooling from the corners of your mouth. I hold your hair tighter... I pound you faster and harder..."Do you want all my cum"?..."Do you slut? DO YOU"?... choking now, you moan trying to answer. "You are my dirty little cum slut...you WILL take it...NOW"! My cum explodes to the back and deep down into your throat... unable to breath you are moaning, tears in your eyes...crying now... I release you letting you fall backwards in a heap. Laying naked in the foetal position, you are pleading... "Daddy! Please... please finish me... please daddy... PLEASE"... I step over you and leave THE CUM SLUTS DISCIPLINE IS DONE

30 April 2025

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I connected with 'K' on a dating site. We met, and we both wanted fun only, with no dramas. K was a gorgeous BBW, and we arranged for me to go over to her house, on a hot summers day. I told K to prepare whatever I felt like, she had a wicked smile, and wanted to serve me and enjoy our time. I arrived and walked out to her backyard, where she was laying on her back, masturbating, playing with her gorgeous tits, and fingering her waxed pussy, squirting, smiling, and totally relaxed. My cock was hard immediately, I stripped off, walked over, 'Hi slave', 'cool down'... I unleashed a gallon of my golden sweet nectar, as she swallowed it down, and rubbed it all over her.. I lent down, tongue kissed her, as we swallowed down the rest.. I lay on top of her, eased my cock inside her pussy, as she squirted and came immediately, over my cock, and juices dribbling down her legs.. 'Oh Master, this is insane'. I gently turned her over, on all fours, and eased my cock into her tight arsehole... she moaned, and gently whined, in pleasure... 'Fuck Master', 'please cum inside me' I blew multiloads, as she squirted again and again.. We lay down for a bit, walked inside, showered together, then sat on her couch getting our breath back, as we cuddled, kissed, and watched porn on her TV...

29 April 2025

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She was the one to initiate the change, starting to push her buttocks back into him, wriggling and squirming her arse onto his groin. His cock started to respond to her playful and sensual movements and he raised up on one elbow to look at her still masked face. "What do you think you're doing, Minx?" he said quietly. "Please Sir," she replied "I want to clean my mess off you with my mouth and then show you how good I am at swallowing you. Show you how well I practiced the task you set me" Her almost innocent looks completely at odds to her words. "You really are a good little whore." he told her "Very well, you may roll over and clean me." "Oh thank you, Sir" she replied with enthusiasm, sitting up and turning towards him, feeling for his sticky groin with her hands. As he lay there watching, his head propped up on a couple of pillows, she moved to kneel between his open legs. She took his balls in her left hand, juggling and massaging them gently, lightly scratching with her painted nails, as she bent and took his semi-flaccid penis, fragrant with their various excretions, into her soft mouth. Her tongue slithering, slick and hot from her recent excess salivary production, down the underside of his shaft. Her lips closed around the sensitive corona of his glans, sucking lightly and causing him to shiver. She took him in fully, licking and sucking greedily, noisily, as she cleaned his still soft penis, before moving to his ball sack. She attentively licked and sucked around his smooth balls, licking up around the mess on his pubis and down along his perineum, even nibbling and nipping at him there. His cock began to expand rapidly, his blood once again flooding to his groin in the excitement her touch was eliciting. "May I clean around your backside please Sir?" she whispered throatily and he thought how endearing her manners were. "You may" he replied simply, tingling at the thought, pushing a pillow under his arse cheeks and lifting his knees towards his chest to allow her easier access. She now continued licking and nipping at his perineum and then inner thighs, sucking up her semi-dried mess and leaving him feeling cooled and clean. She then used her hands to part his cheeks further, licking and cleaning along his arse crack from back to front, until she reached his anus and began rimming him...licking, sucking and kissing as she cleaned. He could feel himself opening slightly under the pressure from her fingers and thumbs pulling his cheeks apart and suddenly she was pushing with her soft pointed tongue, questing into him, rubbing her tongue on his anal walls. It was his turn to sigh, as the nerve endings erupted in pleasure. She was thorough and even made her own soft, excited sounds as she ate him out. For his part he closed his eyes and floated, suspended in the stream of sensation she was giving him. She wet her right hand with her saliva and reached for his now throbbing cock once again, continuing to tongue his arse while she started to massage his length, her left hand now gently pinching his perineum and tickling his balls. He groaned at this treatment and let out a complimentary "You're an exceptionally good girl." She looked up, her tongue halfway up his anus. "Thank you Sir" she beamed with pleasure at knowing she was pleasing him so well. She continued her tongue fucking and soft pumping of his now rigid cock for a couple of minutes, before sitting up. He dropped his parted legs back down and she bent forwards to lick and nibble up his shaft before gently holding his head with her teeth playfully, looking up, unseeing from behind her mask, and smiling. She eased his hardness into her wet mouth, her tongue again swirling over the frenulum and underside of his shaft, her lips sliding over the head. Making light, excited, sounds in her throat, her head started lightly bobbing up and down as she sucked on his swollen dome, her hands flat on his thighs. She brought the tip of her tongue up and pushed it as far as it would go into his urethra, his precum a sticky thread off it as she lifted. It felt divine he thought and she would easily finish him like that, but from experience he knew this angle would be difficult for her to take him down fully into her throat, as this was no flexible dildo. He was ram rod straight. Besides, this wasn't what his plan had been. "Stop" he voiced. She immediately jerked her mouth away, with a disappointed moan and he could sense she was keen to show what she could do for him. "Am I doing it wrong Sir?" she asked, clearly worried. "You're doing a fine job of sucking me off," he said "but this angle will make it much harder for you to take me fully into your throat and I have plans to tie you up and face fuck you as a final reward." Her face lit up, her voice laden with enthusiasm as she said "Oh thank you Sir, I won't disappoint you." "Right," he said, getting up off the bed "I want you to stay still while I prepare you." She nodded compliantly. He fetched the 3 lengths of soft, 10mm diameter, cotton rope that he'd prepared and left on a shelf in the open cupboard for just this moment. He knelt on the bed behind her "Bring both your arms around and hold them out behind you, wrists together" he ordered. She gulped and nodded. He took the first 2m length and folded it in half, finding the middle. He then proceeded to wrap the now doubled rope twice around both wrists, before pulling the middle loop through between her wrists and securing it with a series of looped knots. This knotwork, known as a double column tie, worked well to secure limbs, without constricting tightly. It allowed her wrists to move loosely within the loops, but she would be unable to part them or to pull her hands free. Satisfied, he pushed her down on her back, her arms now pinned under her...he could see her testing her bonds and wriggling. "Stop struggling, or I will tighten them and you won't enjoy that" he warned. "Sorry, my Lord!" she quipped, in a response that might have been cheek, but he could see she was dripping wet again so he let it go...this time. "Don't make me reach for the flogger again" he said seriously and she paled slightly. "No Sir. Sorry Sir" she now replied quietly. He brought her legs together and applied the same knotwork around her ankles and just above her knees with the two remaining ropes. Holding her shoulders, he slid her along the sheets until her head was tilted back over the edge of the futon. Satisfied that she was securely bound in place, he reached for his camera again and snapped some black and whites of her looking properly subdued. He then decided to attach the same red and green squares of towel to her feet, so she at least could signal if needed, when he came to fill her throat. "You will need to wiggle your feet this time, if you need me to slow or stop raping your mouth" he said bluntly. "Remember that left is red again." "Yes Sir. Red is my left foot, Sir" she replied confidently in the face of his dark language. He leaned forwards and gave her quim a light pat, eliciting a gasp. He then decided to straddle her thighs and bent forwards to suck on her nipples, while cupping and working her breasts. She squirmed and began moaning again, the expressive ungagged clarity fueling his fire. After satisfying his sudden urge to feed greedily on her breasts, he moved up and pushed them together around his cock, thrusting it a few times between their milky softness, up towards her chin, as he dominated this thoroughly bound figure. Her head was back, moaning from her panting mouth. He climbed off her bound form. He was primed and ready to throat fuck her and he decided he wanted to do so by the warm light of the flickering candles, reaching to switch off the overhead light. He'd known the low futon was the perfect height for this position, as he knelt down directly in front of her face. Her senses were so heightened after over 2 hours in pitch black darkness behind the mask and he knew she could sense him right next to her face, feel his heat, as his passion to take her again radiated from his bare skin. He edged in until his cock glanced off her lips and she opened her mouth searching for it. He bounced it off her face a few times, teasing her, as she made small, frustrated noises. When he finally allowed her hot, needy mouth to close around him, he was again dripping sweet precum and she flicked her tongue around his glans, greedily sucking his sweetness out from within. He withdrew from her. "This is where we see how well you completed my instructions," he said "and this position will align your mouth and throat for an easier, deeper penetration. This has the potential to be dangerous if poorly handled, so remember to relax and breathe through your nose around me, especially each time I withdraw into your mouth. I will also not force you to hold your breath for any more than a maximum of 15 seconds at a time at any point." "I'm ready to show you how well I can swallow you. Thank you Master." she said with what seemed genuine sincerity. "Good sex slave" he found himself saying without a pause, not even questioning the dynamics at play at this point... He pushed his cock back into her beckoning mouth and she resumed licking and sucking as he slowly fed it to her, allowing her to get comfortable with his dimensions. After a minute of her licking and sucking him off like that he started forwards, slowly and carefully, aware that this could be extremely difficult and confronting for anyone in her position. His swollen head glided down over her wet tongue, gently nudging the back of her throat, before he retreated. He was surprised that there wasn't more than the slightest of involuntary spasms around him at the touch and he pushed slightly further, feeling her pliable throat start to yield and open around his girth this time. He withdrew again, until his glans was back between her caressing lips. Still no gag reflex, he thought, she's meant for this. This was the moment to push he felt and he now placed his hands on either side of the back of her head to hold her steady and support her. As he went forward this time, he didn't ease back, but followed through with his hips and suddenly his hard, throbbing cock was gliding down her now open throat into her soft, tight oesophagus. She tensed at the sudden shock of the deep penetration but she was unable to move against his pressure, tied bodily, head held still in his strong hands. She made a fluttering sound from somewhere and he smoothly withdrew, her saliva and throat mucus immediately going into productive overdrive. She breathed and he eased forwards again, this time determined she would take his entire length. And she did, beautifully. His balls rested on her face for a moment and she didn't twitch a muscle, almost pushed to paralysis in this most intensely vulnerable position....her throat impaled on his thickly veined, throbbing spear. A moment of potential extreme duress for anyone. He got a waft of her sexual perfume, rising up from her obviously excited pussy again, a clear sign her body was responding to the situation positively...her pheromones worked their magic on him, sending him higher in the throes of his desire to take her in every way possible, to make her his, completely, in that moment. He slowly withdrew from her throat again, feeling a sensual pop as his glans came back out of her constricting oesophagus, then pulling out of her mouth to gauge her reaction to this treatment. This time, as he came free, there was an explosion of saliva and mucus in thick strings and sheets between his cock and her mouth, spilling down her face and hanging to the floor. She was snorting like a horse as it ran down over her nostrils, mask and forehead, making a mess in her hairline. He wiped it away from her, flicking it off his hands in thick gobs. She'd moaned with such intensity, as he'd come out of her throat, that he wondered if he was pushing her too far here. Wherever she'd been taken in that moment, it seemed she wasn't going to throw the towel in, indeed as she breathed deeply she smiled and opened her mouth widely, sticking her tongue out to take him back in. Christ, he thought, she is an absolute natural. He fed his hard phallus, still coated in thick saliva and trailing strings of drool, back in to her eager and willing mouth. She greedily sucked and licked the passing head, before her tongue softened as a bed for him, guiding him down towards her tight throaty depths. He slid down easily again, her oesophagus now more accustomed to the assault and taking him in with a constrictive ease, almost feeling vacuum sealed around his pulsing anatomy. He groaned as his heavy balls once again met her face, her nose pressed against his tight anus. He paused momentarily before pulling out. This time he barely paused in her mouth, pushing back down until he felt his now tight scrotum back against her lips and her nose between his arse cheeks again. No pause down there now, he withdrew, his hands releasing their grip on her head as it rested against the edge of the mattress, shifting to encircle her neck. He clasped her throat, his thumbs bearing down on her trachea now, his hands lightly tightening around her neck. She breathed and moaned in time with his withdrawal up into her mouth and, as he re-entered towards her slippery depths, he now felt his cock expanding her throat within his hands. He revelled in the feel of dominating her to this degree, with her strong sexual musk and deep, distant moans displaying her obvious need for this strength of experience. The entire scene, indeed the entire evening, and their journey together, was a heady mix of raw energy and burning desire. It had been burning like a furnace through them both that night, building since their first contact 2 weeks earlier and now demanding it be allowed to peak and manifest itself through them. It was that boundless force, driving them to behaviours and limits neither consciously knew to reach for, blurring their edges as they joined as one, each recognising itself in the other. The age-old battle of male and female, different sides of the same moon, equals in every way, yet fiercely different and both completed by this coming together. This was the yin and yang on full, glorious and rampant display. It brought a harmony to all things, was a part of the story of creation, expressed in infinite ways throughout the Cosmos...and he felt it here, more strongly than he could have ever possibly imagined it, indeed he wasn't sure he HAD ever consciously imagined it until this moment, despite suddenly recognising it with every fibre of his being. He felt a sudden, powerful, awakening that this was absolutely the essence of life at work, the glowing embers of creation carried at the core of all life. That spark of life in him had somehow always known these heights, carried this wealth of knowledge, with an extraordinary clarity and prescience, bearing it ever on, through infinite past and future lives, in which his conscious thought was so infinitesimally small a contributing part. He was having a spiritual experience that years of meditation and spiritual reading, searching, had never come close to..it didn't remotely compare. It was hard to fathom in that split second, that here he had found something vital, in the absolute last setting, the last acts he'd have ever thought to look for it within. It took him to a higher plane and he was floating in that rarefied atmosphere. Was this what he'd heard existed in the realms of tantra, combining in a spiritual coming together of numerous forms of energy, perhaps triggered by these powerfully sexual heights, as a final piece of some jigsaw for him?. He was suddenly streaming a consciousness that was far, far more than him alone. He realised that he'd gone so, so strongly elsewhere in that split second, time almost standing still as he'd processed that sudden glorious awareness, while something guided him on. He felt lighter, his eyesight had sharpened, life coursed through him almost poetically, yet, physically, he was choking and throat fucking this woman below him...her need as strong as his own as she writhed and moaned, lost in her own version of their shared journey. He repeatedly pulled himself out and pushed himself back down her tight, spasming throat, feeling his sap rising again, like that of the magnificent, tall, trees that he felt such affinity and love for, ready to burst force life into new Spring leaves. He instinctively reached for her bouncing breasts below him as he continued his deep strokes in and out of her open throat, his testes banging against her mouth, barely aware of her conscious state, but lost to trusting the process guiding them both. He took her rock hard nipples between finger and thumb, squeezing and twisting with force as he approached his orgasm. He was genuinely giddy now, lost to the throes of passion somewhere in his subconscious, he felt a love for all life. And there, suddenly, overwhelmingly, in a riot of blissful sensation, colour, roaring sound even, coursing through him, he went over the edge, fountaining his hot life force in great jets deep inside her throat, his body pushed hard against her mouth, pulsing, shuddering, blowing like a rushing geyser into her depths. As his stream finally slowed, his cock twitching involuntarily in echoes of his orgasm, he became aware she was thrashing under him, clearly having her own intense climax. She was making deep animalistic noises that vibrated through his spasming cock, her throat alive with energy. Her tongue was out, thrashing wildly against his scrotum as his balls drained into her, still pressed firmly to her mouth. Her face was flushed and he had the presence of mind to withdraw his now draining cock. She breathed, shuddering, sucking the last of his wild oats from him, spent and deflating, as he passed her lips He was shaking with incredulity, now not quite sure what he had just experienced, what she might have experienced while he was off in another realm. He pulled himself onto the futon, collapsing down next to her. She was breathing so hard and deeply, that he had a fleeting concern for her. "UNTIE ME! UNTIE MEEE!!" she yelled between almost sobbing breaths and he forgot all about their roles here, quickly releasing her bonds. She sprang up and at him, bowling him backwards as she ripped her eye mask off, setting eyes on him for the first time. "FUCKING HELL!!" she almost screamed at him, between her deep, recovering breaths, locking eyes with him, wild eyed and manic, saliva and mucus all over her face and hanging in webs from her mouth. "FUCKING, FUCKING HELL!!" She collapsed onto him, burying her head into his neck, suddenly wracked by sobs. He held her, unsure of this reaction but basking in a strongly uplifting golden glow within himself. Had he gone too far, lost in his mind-expanding experience, he wondered, still feeling wide eyed and attached to something so much greater than himself. Had he hurt or damaged her at all? He hoped not. Believed not. She sat up, tears streaming down her face, dropping onto his chest and the sheets, mingling with the saliva and mucus from her mouth and throat that coated her. She just stared at him, her sobs slowing, still panting, barely blinking and holding his gaze. "What the actual fuck!?" she finally managed throatily. Then, "Did you feel that too??" she asked as her eyes bored into his through her tears."I had one of the most amazing experiences of my life just then, I don't even know what it was, or where I was.." she gushed. "I, I just don't know what...." she trailed off quietly, with an obvious sense of wide eyed bewilderment, shaking her head. He nodded, returning her unblinking gaze, unfazed now, knowing she'd been on the same powerful journey, in that final crescendo of energies. "I did, I don't know what happened." he said, with his own wonderment on display. "I suddenly wasn't here in some form. Time stood still for a moment and I don't know how long I wasn't present...it seemed far longer than it could have possibly been. I saw things, concepts, that I knew somehow....there was brief flash when I felt my mind expand, thought I knew everything there was to know about life." "I don't know what that was..." he continued, shaking his head, "it felt overwhelmingly spiritual, a powerful love for the universe, stronger than anything I've ever felt....filling me with an enormous gratitude for our existence" She smiled, still holding his gaze unwaveringly, her tears started again. Tears of relief he knew, that she hadn't gone through this alone. She returned to his chest, her weight and closeness feeling so comforting, reassuring somehow, and he wrapped her in his arms as they both lay, dazed, lost in their processing but not alone, sharing their gratitude for what they'd just gone through, in a delightful silent affection. They'd intended that she wouldn't hang around any longer than their planned copulation would take that night, maintaining the anonymity to the end. She was to have been put back in her car, with him leaving before she removed her mask and began her drive home. As it was, the anonymity was now gone and they both drifted off into an exhausted, swirling, dream-filled, sleep, safe and warm in each others arms, tumbling through the Cosmos...

28 April 2025

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Ik open de douche en stap onder de knetterende stralen . Het warme water glijd over mijn hoofd en mijn lichaam . Mijn borst is gevoelig. Dat een avond stappen hier zo zou eindigen had ik niet gedacht . Ik stel de douche warmer in . Zeep mijn hoofd in en mijn lichaam . Mijn lul nog een keer extra. Ik draai het warme water laag de koude stralen maken mij weer wat helder. " zal ik ?? Hoe zal ik ?? Ach WTF nee heb ik ja kan ik krijgen " denk ik lachend De warme kraan nog even aan en ik stap uit de douche .Ik droog mij af met een grote zachte handdoek. Die sla ik om mijn heupen en knoop hem vast. Ik loop de trap af naar de keuken naar de koelkast . Ik zie een pak melk. Heerlijk koel drink ik een groot glas. Als ik naar boven wil gaan valt mijn oog op het ' Abortuskoffertje '. Ik löp er heen en open het en kijk wat er in zit. ' Daar kan ik wel wat mee' en pak het koffertje mee. Boven hoor ik dat Jacqeuline aan het telefoneren is ik open de deur . Ik zie dat zij ook gedouched heeft. Ze ligt op haar buik , naakt ,haar voeten wiegen in de lucht op haar hoofd een tulband van een handdoek. Ik zet het koffertje neer en pak er een flesje massageolie uit . Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd kijkt naar mij en klopt met haar hand naast haar op het bed . Ik ga naast haar zitten ,Jacqeuline komt iets omhoog en kust mij . Ik luister niet naar het gesprek. Vang wat flarden op . Ik pak haar schouders en draai haar op de rug. " Zit recht op " fluister ik een beetje dwingend. Ik doe wat olie op mijn handen en wrijf in mijn handen. Ik wrijf de olie op haar schouders . Nog wat meer ole op de handen en wrijf haar rug ook in. " HHHmmm ik krijg en massage geloof ik " Ik kneed haar schouders " ontspan " fluister ik . Met nog wat meer olie haar nek en schouders . Ik voel haar ontspannen. Mijn handen glijden over haar rug naar beneden. Langzaam druk gevende met mijn duimen cirkels draaiend langs haar ruggenwervel omhoog. Ik voel een knoop en geef daar met beide duimen extra druk. " Ahhh wat goed " . Met " Ik ga je hangen ik ben aan het genieten en wil niets missen tot heel gauw Honey" beëindigd Jacqeuline het telefoongesprek. " Schatje wat doe je dat lekker " " Je weet niet wat ik nog meer kan maar daar ga je wel achter komen" Jacqeuline draait haar hoofd " Ja graag dan ik kan bijna niet wachten " " Vertrouw mij maar dan ga je heerlijk genieten " en zoen haar ze steekt haar tong in mijn mond. Mijn hand gaat naar haar borst en ik knijp in haar tepel en trek er zachtjes aan. Jacqeuline kreunt . Ik sla de handdoek van mij af en leg het over het bed . " Hier liggen " en zij draai gelijk op de handdoek. Met meer olie maseer ik haar armen 1 voor 1. Ik stap over haar heen en ga lichtjes op haar kont zitten . Zo kan ik goede druk geven voor haar schouders en rug . Jacqeuline glinstert van de olie. Regelmatig kreunt zij genietend. Ik zak af naar haar benen . Vanaf haar enkels werk ik naar boven. Ik zit op mijn knieën tussen haar benen. Als ik langzaam omhoog kruip gaan haar benen meer uit elkaar. Haar kutje is glad geschoren en de lippen staan een beetje open. Ze is vochtig . Ik kneed beide billen en glij met uitgestrekte armen over haar rug mijn borst over haar kont naar haar rug verder omhoog. " Lekker ??" Terwijl ik haar met mijn volle hand bevoel. Mijn vingers vinden het clitoris . Langzaam maar stevig masseer ik deze. "JAHH God wat lekker " kreunt ze. 2 Vingers glijden diep naar binnen ik vinger haar hard en diep. " Hoe noem je mij nu dan " vraag ik een eventuele reply heb ik al bedacht. " Zoals jij mij nu verwend ben jij mijn prins" Deze had ik echter niet verwacht. Ik schakel snel " De koningin is er niet dus roept de prins zich uit tot Koning. " Ik voel haar lippen in mijn vingers knijpen Jacqeuline bijt in het kussen " Jij bent de Kooooninnn̈nngggggg" kreunt ze terwijl ze klaarkomt. " De Koning heeft mooie plannen met zijn dienares" fluister ik. Jaah graag ben ik echt aan toe kreunt Jacqeuline. '' Jij bent nu van mij '' en geef haar een tik op haar bil.'' Draai je om en hoofd naar het voeteneinde. Tjop tjop'' '' Nu is er niemand anders dus maak mijn lul maar hard .'' Ze opend haar mond en neemt mijn lul tussen haar lippen met haar vingers speelt ze met mijn ballen. Ik pak de zijden shawl die ik klaar had gelegt en bind die voor haar ogen . Ze kreunt goedgekeurend terwijl ik langzaam aan hard wordt. Met 1 beweging doe ik de handboeien om haar polsen en trek haar langzaam omhoog. '' Hoe zal de Koning jou gaan noemen ,? Teefje? Snol?... nee gewoon Sletje. ''' Jah mijn Koning , graag mijn Koning.'' Ik duw haar achterover op het bed. ''Benen wijd en ik wil je niet horen.'' Ja Koning '' gelijk bijt ik haar toe '' Niets wil ik horen Slet .'' Ik leg haar handen boven haar hoofd. Ze knikt .Stap naast het bed en knijp in haar tepel deze staat recht overeind. Ik pak wat spullen en steek een kaars aan. Ik doe op iedere tepel een klem en masseer haar clitoris . Langzaam schuif ik een vibrator in haar natte poes. Ik zet hem op de hoogste stand en duw hem langzaam er diep in . Ik neem haar clitoris in mijn mond en begin haar en snel te likken . Ik voel haar lichaam spannen en stop langzaam masseer ik en beweeg de vibrator langzaam in en uit. Ik voel dat ze gaat komen en duw de vibrator op haar clitoris. Haar rug komt van het bed en ik duw mijn mond op die van haar en onze tongen worstelen met elkaar als zij zich laat gaan. '' Nu wil ik je horen Slet'' . Een lange kreun volgt. ''Ooooh wat lekker ahhhh ik blijf af gaannnnmmmmhhh'''. Ik lik langzaam haar clit terwijl zij naschokt. ''Zo dat is de eerste van deze sessie Slet '' Met een ijsblokje koel ik haar clit en verwarm haar weer met mijn mond. ''Oh mijn god wat doe je ? Je maakt me gek.'' Aaaaaaahhhhh oooooh wat lekkerrrrrr.'' Ik kom gewoon weeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr. '' Schokkend ligt ze op het bed. Langzaam duw ik de vibrator in haar kont . '' Ooooh neeee dat ooooook noggggggggg. Ik blijf komen . '' Ik laat haar rustig ontspannen en ga naast haar liggen. Ik speel wat om en om met de tepelklemmen. Jacqeuline hijgt haar buik gaat snel op en neer. '' Ik weet niet wat u deed mijn Koning maar wat is dat lekker.'' Ik draai aan een klem '' Had ik daar om gevraagd,? '' Met een snelle beweging trek ik de klem er af en duw er gelijk een ijsklontje op. Zij schrikt maar maakt geen geluid. De andere tepel krijgt de zelfde behandeling. Ik pak de kaars en als de tepels fier overeind staan druppel ik er was op. Met een ijsklontje tussen haar borsten langzaam richting navel. Iedere keer een stukje opschuiven en dan wat warme was op de vochtige streep om haar navel via de venusheuvel naar de clit. Het ijs over haar schaamlippen en ze vloeit als de Nijl na de moesson. Ik blaas de kaars uit. '''Pijp me '' terwijl ik over haar heen kruip . Ze zoekt mijn lul en trekt hem zachtjes naar haar mond . Ze likt mijn eikel draait rondjes met haar tong om de rand. Dan zuigt ze hard op mijn eikel als hij begint te tintelen duw ik hem met een snelle beweging iets dieper in haar mond . Ik blijf de lipjes koelen met het ijsklontje. Ik ga tegen het hoofdeinde zitten en spreidt mijn benen en duw haar hoofd naar mijn lul. '' Nu zuigen also of ik op het punt sta om je vol te spuiten Slet '' . Jacqeuline zuigt alsof haar leven er van af hangt. Begeleid met haar hand het ritme omhoog. '' Terwijl je zo op je knietjes zit heb ik mooi uitzicht op jouw kutje Slet. Die wil ik hard neuken en wel NU '' Ik schuif achter haar en voel dat ze nog steeds nat is. Langzaam steek ik mijn lul tussen haar lipjes en duw diep steeds sneller neuk ik haar . Ze kreunt ik voel haar schokken . '' Nog niet klaarkomen Slet . '' Ik trek me uit haar kutje. '' Hmmmm nog een gaatje. Die heb ik nog niet genomen .'' Ik zet mijn eikel tegen haar kontgaatje. Pak haar heupen beet. ''Oke Slet ?'' Ze knikt en langzaam pers ik mij in het natte gaatje . Ze kreunt en ik voel haar lichaam aan spannen als ik in een tepel knijp. Langzaam neuk ik haar tot ze schokkend weer klaarkomt. ''Nu wil ik dat je mij rustig pijpt tot ik klaarkom Slet '' Ze kijkt mij met een glimlach aan als ik de blinddoek af doe. '' Ja Mijn Koning met liefde. Heel veel liefde '' Met vrije handen begint ze te likken en te zuigen. Langzaam heeeel diep dan snel met een handje erbij met haar tong mijn eikel likken steeds een ander tempo. " Ik ga diep in jouw keel komen ! Anders kom ik nooit meer bij je . " " Oooh mijn God . Dat zal ik niet laten gebeuren mijn Prins. Al spuit je mijn pepertje helemaal vol maar terugkomen ga je doen.!!!" Terwijl ze met volle teugen aftrekt. Mijn lul begint te schokken en gelijk neemt ze hem in haar mond Haar lippen zakken tot mijn ballen en met haar tong kietelt ze mijn ballen die strak staan. Ik voel mijn dikke eikel in haar keel als ik voel dat ik spuit. Met beide handen pakt ze mijn billen en duwt me nog strakker tegen haar mond. Een diepe grom van uit mijn tenen laat ik los . Schokkend kom ik klaar en val terug op het bed. De laatste druppel eruit zuigend komt ze omhoog. " Nu ben ik echt wel leeg " " Ik zal je goed verwennen straks Prins. Ik heb nog een boel in petto voor ons." Ze kroop tegen mij aan als of ze nooit meer zou loslaten. In no time waren we beide vertrokken naar Neverland

28 April 2025

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The chapel was colder than they remembered. Or maybe it was just the way the candlelight bent beneath the vaulted ceilings—flickering shadows like reaching hands, stained glass windows bleeding color onto the stone floor in crimson and gold. The kind of place meant to make someone feel small. Guilty. Contained. They shouldn’t have come here. And yet. The devil stood near the altar, trying to wear indifference like a cloak. One hand traced the edge of the marble, fingers tapping a slow, nervous rhythm they hoped looked casual. But nothing felt casual. Not now. Not with that presenceapproaching from the far end of the chapel. The angel. Their arrival made the room still. Not quiet—still. Like the hush before a thunderstorm, or the moment between inhale and exhale when something important is about to be said. They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to. The weight of their gaze was enough to press against the devil’s skin like velvet over iron. Don’t look nervous. Don’t look impressed. The devil straightened their spine, forced a smirk. “So holy a place,” they murmured, voice hushed more by instinct than intention, “and yet you walk in like judgment itself.” The angel stopped a few feet away, head tilted, unreadable. “You think judgment requires thunder?” Their voice wasn’t loud. It was measured—like every word had been tested, weighed, chosen with surgical precision. The kind of voice that didn’t need to raise itself to command attention. And gods help them, the devil felt seen. They hated it. The angel stepped forward, slowly, calmly—like nothing in this chapel, not even the shadows, could move without their consent. The devil could feel the heat in their own cheeks, the tension coiling in their stomach like something caged. Something desperate to kneel but too proud to break. “This place,” the angel said, voice ringing against the stone like a soft bell toll, “was not built for wrath. It was built for surrender.” You don't know me, the devil wanted to say. You don't know what I am. What I’ve done. But they said nothing. Because the angel did know. They saw it all and still walked closer. “You carry chaos like armor,” the angel continued, each word peeling something back. “But you wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t want to lay it down.” The devil swallowed hard. Don’t look away. But their eyes dropped, just for a moment. Shame wasn’t the right word. Neither was fear. It was something quieter. More dangerous. A longing they didn’t know how to name. “I didn’t come to be saved,” they managed, voice barely a whisper now. “No,” the angel said, gently. “You came to be seen.” And they were. Every dark corner. Every cracked piece. Every mask. The angel reached out—not to touch, but to hover, their fingers suspended just above the devil’s chest. The absence of touch was worse than contact. It made the air too loud. Made the devil’s breath catch in their throat. Please, something inside them whispered. Please what? Please stop? Please touch me? Please… take this from me? “If I asked,” the angel murmured, “would you kneel?” A war broke out in the devil’s chest. Pride screamed no. Pride clawed at the walls. But the rest of them—the trembling, aching parts hidden beneath centuries of heat and smoke and teeth—those parts already had. They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The angel smiled. Not victorious. Not cruel. Just knowing. “You already have.” The devil’s breath hitched—but they didn’t kneel. Not yet. The angel didn’t push. Just stood there, hand still suspended in the air, commanding without force, commanding with presence. The devil’s hands curled into fists. “You think I’ve never had control?” they murmured, trying—needing—to remind themselves of who they once were. And the angel’s gaze didn’t waver. “I know you’ve had it.” And that’s when it hit. The memory. It slammed into them like smoke and thunder. It was in another room—dark and humming, all silk shadows and low, thrumming music. The angel hadn’t been wrapped in white that night. No, they’d been stripped of symbols and sanctity, knees parted on black velvet, breath shaking with anticipation. The devil had circled them like a storm on the edge of breaking. “You don’t belong here,” the devil had whispered, brushing a fingertip along their jaw. “Not like this.” But the angel hadn’t backed away. Hadn’t spoken. They’d just looked up. Quiet, soft, completely still—and burning. That silence had begged. That silence had offered. And gods, the devil had taken. They remembered how the angel had tasted of restraint barely held in place. How they'd arched not with abandon, but with permission. How even their surrender had been a kind of control—measured, intentional. Back then, the devil had been the one guiding the game. The one pulling the strings. The one watching divinity unravel with every whispered command. Back then… the angel had trembled for them. The devil blinked, the chapel rushing back in around them like water over lungs. They looked up at the angel, whose face was unreadable—but something in their eyes said: I remember, too. Not as weakness. Not as defeat. But as balance. “I made you fall,” the devil said, breath shallow. The angel leaned in, their voice soft enough to cut bone. “No. You showed me how.” And suddenly, the devil didn’t feel smaller. Just exposed. Equal parts fear and craving, coiled tight beneath their skin. “You want to be good?” the angel whispered, lips near their ear, breath steady as a blade’s edge. “Show me.” The silence between them was thick with choice. And when the devil’s knees finally met stone, it wasn’t surrender. It was a return. The stone floor didn’t welcome them. Cold, rough, unforgiving—exactly as it should be. The devil lowered themselves slowly, resisting the instinct to brace against it. Knees pressed to the chapel’s aged marble, they exhaled through gritted teeth, not from pain—but from the weight of choosing this. The angel watched in silence, and the silence was loud. It wasn’t triumph in their eyes. No smugness. Just a deep, anchoring stillness—like they were holding space, not claiming victory. That made it worse. That made it real. The devil’s hands rested loosely on their thighs. Their head bowed, but not fully—caught in that hesitation between reverence and rebellion. “I used to make you tremble,” the devil whispered, more to the stone beneath them than to the angel. The angel moved closer. Slowly. Their boots echoed lightly, rhythm steady like a heartbeat. When they reached the devil, they didn’t touch them. They just circled—once—like a moon pulling tides. “You still could,” the angel said, their voice so soft it sank into the skin. “But you don’t want to.” No, the devil thought. I want to be undone. They didn’t say it. Couldn’t. But something in the set of their shoulders gave it away. The angel stepped behind them again, breath barely grazing the back of the devil’s neck. “Tell me what you’re remembering.” The devil shut their eyes. Damn them. Damn their calm, their patience. Damn the way their voice slid under every wall like it belonged there. But the memory came again unbidden. “You were so quiet,” the devil said, voice low. “I thought you’d shatter.” Behind them, the angel didn’t move. “You never asked me to beg.” “You didn’t need to.” The devil exhaled. “You begged in silence. You were always louder that way.” A pause stretched between them. Then the angel moved. Not to touch, but to be near. They knelt behind the devil—not mirroring, not mocking—just present. Their mouth hovered near the devil’s ear. “And now?” they asked. The devil’s lips parted. “Now I want to be small.” Their own words startled them. Truth spoken too easily. But the angel didn’t mock them. “Not weak. Never weak. Just… small enough to breathe again.” The devil shivered. The angel leaned forward, their breath feathering across the devil’s neck. “You don’t need fire in here.” “I don’t know who I am without it.” “You do,” the angel whispered. “You just don’t trust that I’ll hold it for you.” That hit somewhere deeper. A place the devil didn’t touch. Not even alone. The angel finally reached out. A fingertip, light as a whisper, traced the devil’s spine from the base of their neck down between their shoulder blades. A single line. A single breath. And the devil melted. Not collapsed. Not shattered. Melted. Their eyes fluttered shut. Their breath caught, chest rising in a rhythm that wasn’t quite theirs anymore. The angel’s hand moved with excruciating care—just enough touch to guide, never enough to overwhelm. “Do you remember,” the angel said softly, “what you told me the first time I let go?” The devil swallowed. “That I was proud of you.” The angel’s hand paused. Then resumed, slower this time. “Are you proud of yourself now?” The devil didn’t answer. Because they weren’t sure. The angel reached around slowly, fingers brushing the devil’s jaw. Full contact. Grounding. Gentle. “You are not less,” the angel murmured. “Not on your knees. Not in my hands. You are more, because you chose this.” The devil leaned into the touch. It wasn’t about defeat. It never had been. It was about being seen—fully, completely, without pretense. About being able to fall without fear. About knowing someone would catch them—not to cradle, but to hold them accountable to their own healing. The angel stood, the rustle of their robes soft against the stone. They stepped around to face the devil, who kept their eyes lowered—not in shame, but in deference. The angel’s voice carried a quiet authority now, like a vow. “Surrender is not silence. It is the loudest kind of trust. It says: I will not hide. I will not run. I am here, and I am yours—for now, for this.” The devil’s throat tightened. For now. For this. That was all they’d ever wanted. Not forever. Not absolution. Just a moment where they didn’t have to be the one holding all the fire. The angel retrieved a length of silk—deep crimson, the color of devotion dressed as temptation. They held it up between them like an offering. “You may refuse. You may walk away. I will not bind what does not choose me.” The devil stared at it. Not Can I control you?
But Will you let go with me? Their voice trembled. “Yes.” Warm silk slid around their wrists—slow, deliberate, not tight. Just enough to remind. Just enough to mark the choice. “You do not kneel to me,” the angel said. “You kneel to what you need.” This wasn’t punishment. It was worship. And in this chapel built for silence and shadow, they created something new: a ritual not of redemption, but of recognition. Here, in the stillness, the devil offered what no one had ever asked for—their truth. And the angel didn’t flinch. They knelt together in the quiet, the silk binding not control, but commitment. And in that moment, they both surrendered: One to the ache of letting go. The other to the weight of being trusted.

26 April 2025

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We were mutual friends of a friend, would see each other every now and then when we ran into each other at this friends house. I can’t speak for her, but I felt the spark the first second I met her. I did and said nothing that would make it awkward for us all and left it at that. Months go by and I drop in to this friends house unannounced and find her there alone. He had gone up to the shops and would be back shortly, I couldn’t wait so I turned to leave, telling her to let him know I stopped by. I got a few steps and I couldn’t help myself, I stopped at the door and walked back to her on the couch. I leaned down and slid my hand up her shoulder and around her throat. I squeezed hard enough to stop her breath and leaned in, slowly kissing her on the lips. I told her I’ve wanted to do that for so long and now I have. If she wanted to discuss it further to message me, otherwise we’ll pretend it never happened. I let go of her throat and left. Sure enough, a message from her a few minutes later and that’s how it started. We messaged back and forth and learned a lot of things about each other. She was submissively shy and I loved devouring every morsel of truth that she had never really told anyone before. I knew how to get her to open up and I knew when she was lying. I called her out on every lie or omission and peeled back her explanations until I got the truth, no matter how embarrassing or erotic. We would meet at her place, she shared a duplex with friends and her bottom floor bedroom was accessible from the back yard, reached through a side gate. The sex went from hot vanilla to mind blowing kinky within one session and we both opened up about boundaries and desires. I would make hers come true and she’d do the same. We realised we’re both well entrenched in the dark side of sex. I won’t bore you with the details of the semi-vanilla. She loved being woken up with a hand over the mouth and a hard cock sliding into her. I loved my hand around her throat and a fistful of her hair as I choked the submission into her. She loved the multiple orgasms she’d get from climbing on top and grinding while she was collared and leashed. I loved the way my words sounded repeated back to me in her moaning, submissive voice, her begging me to cum (or not cum, depending on the scenario) in her as I bred her almost every session. She loved as I spat in her mouth. I loved slapping her until my hand prints covered her whole body. I will bore you with the details of the two things that stand out for me. The first being her willingness to trust me enough to take her breath away. I would start gentle and short, hand around the throat in whatever position we were in, squeezing hard enough to stop the air for a while until she tapped me and I let go. I always let go, and she knew that. Knowing that, she would be happy to push the boundaries and I was happy to find out where they ended. Longer and longer, she would either ride my cock with her lungs slowly starving of air, or be tied up beneath me with both hands choking her harder and harder with each pounding stroke. She was given a tiny bell wrapped around her finger that she would flick to let me know I needed to stop, as she was often tied and/or gagged. She knew what I wanted and she knew she could trust me to keep her safe, so it didn’t take long until the boundary we were looking for dissolved completely. I would choke her for as long as I liked until she passed out. She was still given the bell to flick or the option to tap me to stop, but her submission involved me deciding whether I stopped when she tapped, or whether she would see stars, and drift unconscious as I slid in and out of her. As soon as she was out I would release the pressure. I would often swap positions and roughly pound her until she came to, or go down and gently lick her lips and suck her clit until I felt the jerk of her body when she came to and her squeal when she realised her pussy was being eaten while she ‘slept’. Starving the brain of oxygen is not something you can do as many times as you want in a session, so we were careful not to over-do it. Although several times she had to politely suggest a break as I lost myself in her and got carried away. We would alternate between breath play and simply putting her unconscious in my arms as I wrapped her up tight. I would be fucking her from behind, laying side by side on the bed, my arm wrapped around her throat, my cock sliding into her from behind and my hand on her clit. I would gently place her into a choke hold and slowly squeeze the sides of her neck with each stroke. Within 10-15 seconds the blood was no longer reaching that incredibly beautiful brain and she was out. Again I would often swap positions and roughly pound her until she came to, disorientated and scared, until she realised where she was and remembered what was happening and again, her body shook with the biggest orgasms I would ever feel from her. She had a kink about being sexually used while she was asleep/unconscious and I had a kink about choking and destroying a subs boundaries through pure domination . It was a perfect dynamic. The second thing that stands out for me, is her dark desire for role play that entails her lack of choice in the matter. Also known as CNC (Consensual Non-Consent) or rape play, and it’s a tricky scenario to make come true for a woman. At least to the more extreme levels anyway. She explained exactly what she wanted in detail and I was more than happy to fulfil it, as it was one of my dark desires as well. I outlined the rules, she added her thoughts, we both screenshotted the conversation and made sure each of us had recorded proof of us consenting in full, no legal grey areas. She would have no information or warning about the session other than the activities and level of violence she wanted to experience. She wished to be completely surprised and completely dominated in the most extreme sense of the word. Several weeks and a couple of sessions later with nothing too extreme involved, I decided on a day and time and without telling her (obviously) made my way to her place. It was early morning, around 5am but the sun was coming up and there was light. I parked down the street and walked to her duplex, down the side gate and into the back yard. I chose to have the experience at her place as opposed to a public place, as it was less likely someone would stumble across us and complicate things. And a kidnapping with a vehicle would require further planning so I would keep that for the next step. I knew she locked her screen door and left her sliding door open, but she locked the screen door with the latch and not the key. I was wearing all black, hoodie and jeans, and pulled out a black balaclava and put it over my head. I had brought with me a crappy steak knife that I wouldn’t miss from my kitchen and took it out as well, slicing the fly screen mesh next to her screen door latch. I slid my finger through the small hole I cut and flicked the latch, slowly sliding open the screen door. She was asleep, the room had enough light to see and I could see her on the bed. I gently climbed onto the bed and sat on top of her, my knees either side of her torso and she started to stir. Without saying a word, I clamped my hand over her mouth and shushed her as she groggily opened her eyes and saw the knife inches from her face, before her eyes shot wide with terror and she squirmed beneath me. I told her to be quiet or I’d hurt her, our agreed upon phrase that would a)let the other person know who it was, and b)begin the CNC session (and the rules and boundaries came into effect). It took a second but I saw her mind click and felt her body sink with relief. I whispered to her the things she told me she imagined her attacker saying. I threw in some of my own. I used the steak knife to cut her black singlet top she was sleeping in, straight up the middle from her stomach to her chest. Then I dragged the tip of the knife back down her skin, leaving a red line that stayed for a day or two afterwards. I ripped the singlet from her body and tied her hands, I cut the sides of her panties and pulled them through her thighs and shoved them into her mouth. The session went on for around two hours. I made sure to tick all the boxes of what she wanted in regards to the phrases that would be said and specific abuses she would suffer. After hours of choking, slapping, humiliation, and being thrown around and used, I whispered the phrase that signified the end of the session, which triggered her to say the final phrases that she would say. I was on top of her with her hands tied above her head, one hand holding her hands down and one hand around her throat, her legs spread and her sopping wet pussy being violently pounded. She started crying and begged me to stop (as she had been doing at the start of the session before submitting to ‘save her life’), pleading with me to leave. I growled at her to shut up and that I was going to cum, she shrieked and squealed, pleaded and begged and struggled as hard as she could, begging me not to cum inside her. She got slapped across the face and bred. Held down with heavy force as I grunted with each spurt. A minute or two to catch our breath and we both smiled at each other and broke character. Definitely one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. This relationship happened over the course of about two years, spending more time together in some months than others. I tried to avoid discussing feelings we might have for each other, because I was in a relationship that I was never going to leave. But I found myself falling further and further in love with her as time went on. What started as friendship, then turned into amazing and incredible sex, then mutated into a deep need and a painful truth that I’d never be able to be with her the way I should be. I told her I loved her one day as she sat on top of me, slowly grinding my cock back and forth inside her. I had tried to say it the session before but had lost the nerve. I was a week or two away from leaving on a three year trip that would obviously end our relationship. I had to tell her before I left, so I did. So now it’s about six years later and we don’t talk or see each other anymore. I think it’s just easier for both of us. I can’t stand the thought of making her life complicated and being something negative in her life, rather than something positive. I literally think about her every day, and if she reads this hopefully she knows I’ll love her till the day I die. I know it’s going to be almost impossible to find someone like her but there’s no harm (and plenty of fun) in trying. Hope you enjoyed, feel free to get in touch if you like, and good girls are always, submissively shy…

10 April 2025

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Rosie led Marcus into the small, dim room. She sat close to her husband and wrapped her arms around his. Still, she knew he remained uneasy about her decision for tonight. To ease him, she turned his face to hers. “This is a gift. I’ve wanted this but have always been too shy. I’m brave tonight though.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. The black curtains swished and opened. A tall woman appeared. Rosie bounced excitedly when she entered. “That’s her, that’s Senna,” Rosie whispered excitedly. “She’s gorgeous!” Senna graced the room with exotic beauty and exuded courage. She walked from here to there in her spiked high heels. She was draped simply in gold tinsel. The tinsel twisted and circled her torso, crisscrossing each heavy breast and wrapping around her waist and thighs. Rosie let her eyes roam over the woman’s body and smiled when she noticed round ball ornaments dangling from each brown nipple. Rosie felt excitement surge throughout her body. Without realizing, she cuddled her arms against her chest, as if clinging to a precious yet invisible doll. Senna easily hooked the pair with her lustfulness. “Merry Christmas, Rosie,” she said with a voice that oozed. Then she ran her hand over Marcus’s lap. “And a happy holiday hard-on to you.” Beginning her dance and dragging her hands through her hair, Senna allowed her breasts to sway. She shifted her hips as if doing a Hawaiian Hula. Then she double-timed her hips, which shook her whole body. She let the ornaments dangle in Marcus’s face. She leaned forward and feigned a kiss to Marcus. She pulled back. Instead, she turned to Rosie. They kissed, eyes closed and tongues playing. Rosie pulling Senna’s head closer in passion. Marcus only stared at them, a dumbfounded stare and an opened jaw. Their kiss broke, and Rosie brushed her tongue across her own lips. “Sugar plum?” Senna winked knowingly. Senna didn’t give Marcus time to collect his mind. She straddled him. Her body moved liquidly over his lap. She rocked her hips, grinding with an unheard, rhythmic beat. In her play, she turned away to let him watch her ass bounce, the flesh wiggling wildly. Then Rosie saw enough of Senna on Marcus, so she left. She knew her husband would not notice her disappearance. Senna continued to press herself hard on Marcus to make sure his cock remained stiffened. She reengaged her forward-facing grind. She lifted her tits and let the ornaments wiggle merrily until they fell into Marcus’s lap. The man had been possessed. He reached for her breasts, but Senna slapped them. She backed away before he could touch her breasts. Marcus turned to Rosie. “Where’d—?” Senna smiled. “We saved the best package for last.” Rosie pulled back the black curtain. She wore a short, unbuttoned Christmas sweater and a garter belt of tinsel. She strutted with Senna’s same grace and courage. Rosie strode across the room. She danced and slowly came to her husband. She stopped, peeked over her shoulder toward him, and bent over to pick up an invisible something for Marcus’s pleasure. She knelt before Marcus and glanced up. She unwrapped his pants and kissed his dick. She then slid it into her mouth. However, her body jolted, and she nearly choked on his cock when Senna’s hands slid around her and tugged her hardened nipples. Senna’s hands slinked into Rosie’s pussy. The long fingers gracefully petted Rosie’s clit. Senna’s massage spun Rosie’s mind and caused electricity to course from her heart to her fingertips. She worked harder on Marcus, as an involuntary reaction. Rosie heard Marcus grunt, so she worked harder. After a tiny spritz of precum on her tongue, his warm cum filled her mouth. She swished it around in her mouth, feeling the same texture as a raw oyster. Seeing his orgasm, Senna attended intensely to Rosie, leading to her peak. As Senna let the couple recoup, Rosie whispered, “She was gorgeous.” “No,” Marcus disagreed, “you are.”

31 March 2025

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“I was told you could be a disobedient slut and needed a firm hand. Now, what do you say?” His hand came down on my arse. Hard. “Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir.” “Say it again.” Again his hand slapped my arse, hard. “Yes sir. I’m sorry, sir.” “And what else?” Whack. Again he slapped my arse, hard. “Thank you sir.” “Now maybe you’ll think before you let somebody else go down on you without my permission.” I have a new Master and Mistress. But I’m still learning what they expect, and sometimes I can be disobedient and need to be disciplined. Yesterday I was visiting a friend. Telling him about my new situation made me very horny. So he suggested he go down on me to give me some relief. How could I refuse? He led me into the bedroom. I took off my dress, lay naked on the bed and spread my legs wide. He knelt between my legs and went to work with his tongue. He licked around my clit until I was writhing with pleasure. Then he put a finger in my cunt and started to massage my g-spot. My whole body trembled and I was just about to explode when he stopped what he was doing. I whimpered. “Please, please don’t stop.” But he was insistent. “You won’t cum until I decide you can.” He put his tongue back on my clit and started licking slowly. I moaned He put his finger back in my cunt and massaged until he felt me start to tremble. Again he stopped. I was almost crying by this time. “Please, please.” I could barely get the words out. He watched me writhe on the bed, begging him to continue, and to let me cum. He leaned back down and put his tongue back on my clit. He licked around my clit and down to my cunt, tasting my pussy juices. Then he put his finger back in my cunt, and another one in my arse. I moaned. This time when I started trembling he didn’t stop. He kept licking my clit and fingering my cunt and my arse until I exploded and squirted over his face. Still he didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering me and I kept cumming, and cumming. Now I was begging him to stop, to let me finish. But he kept going. Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take any more he stopped. Of course I had to tell my new Master about it. And of course I had to be disciplined for being a disobedient slut. So now I was naked, with my wrists shackled to the ceiling, while he slapped my arse. He was very practiced at it, and made sure to slap the same place every time for maximum impact. And he slapped hard. He brought his hand down again. “You will thank me for every one of these, until you understand what you have done. Every time you sit down for the next few days you will remember that being a disobedient slut has consequences.” “Yes sir, thank you sir.” “And you will not get any relief today.” He gave me 12 of his best with his hand. Then two with the paddle for good measure. Finally, when my arse was red and glowing he unshackled me. “Now I’ll let you suck my cock until I cum. Then you can go home and think about what you’ve done. “Maybe next time I’ll get the dirty boy who told me about you to come and fuck you. Then maybe you’ll learn to do as you’re told.” “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. I will do whatever you tell me to.”

23 March 2025

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It’ll be 20 years ago next year since we met. I was mentally and emotionally fried and coming out of a short but nasty marriage. He was a lone wolf, looking for a woman who could take his thick 8” anally. We lived 20 minutes apart, and the meet-ups got hotter and harder and more frequent. Stress relief. His kisses were so perfect and warm; he aroused me just my meeting my lips with his own. We often got straight to business, and he loved my loud squeals as he drilled me deeply and roughly. One very special time, there was a bar stool he bent me over. He still mentions it when we reminisce. Life took a turn, as it always does. I needed to get my life into shape and into a more healthy and ambitious pattern. He moved away too, and the moments we had once shared became favourite memories. I cut communication, wanting to enable finding something real and conventional; ours was just animalistic and pure passion. We did reconnect some ten years ago, after he shared more of himself and his sexual inclinations. He’d experienced emasculation in a sissy dynamic and wanted to explore more, with me. I’d never had a dominant sexual role before, but the idea was incredibly hot to me. So we decided to meet up again, and this time, he’d be the one taking the cock. We both had an amazing night of fun together, but it’s true I didn’t feel confident or natural as his Mistress yet. It was so different to my entire sexual backstory, but I loved learning how to make love to him in his submission to me. We both wanted more, but the planets were misaligned. A decade has passed and we talk every day. Our deepest, darkest and most depraved thoughts and ideas can be spoken freely with one another, and always kept within the vault of secrecy we keep for each other. Neither of us want to muck around any more; we want to live our moments while we can. That means changing our lives to enable it. He will become my anal-only dominant, and I will take him as my sissy wife. He wants me to find another lover or two; for me to come home to him with my pussy well-used and my mind and heart full. We want to live out our fantasy life, and maybe that can become a vehicle for someone else living theirs too. And so the next adventure begins: the quest to find a discrete local man who wants a regular, passionate and ongoing sexual relationship, knowing that it’s not leading to sky-castles. Companionship and sex; one or two times per week.

10 March 2025

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What is it that makes pantyhose so sexual, alluring and arousing? Is it the way they define your legs without compare? Is it the frisson they give as your legs are gently caressed? Is it the way they grasp your cock and balls and encase your legs? Or is it the sensuous rasping sound of nylon against nylon as leg rubs against leg? For me, it's all of the above, individually or together. Sheer black pantyhose - the best lingerie a woman - or man - can possibly have. I actually get hard every time I slip some on and love to wank in them - the pre cum seeping out, wetting and then dripping down my legs. I test the breaking strength of nylon with my hardness, stretching the pantyhose, straining my cock. Do I cum inside the pantyhose or on them outside. I love both but I guess I prefer to cum on them so I rip the crotch open, rub my legs together, hearing that rasp, feeling that static, as I rub my engorged cock and feel a power surge from within. I control it, I really want to shoot my load hard. I finally succumb and spray my pantyhosed legs with three powerful, hard and big loads of warm creamy cum. Just need somebody to lick me clean now!

4 March 2025

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Adam was a man of control. It was in the way he moved — deliberate, assured. The way he spoke — calm yet edged with quiet authority. He had long since mastered the art of dominance — not just in play, but in life. It wasn’t about force. It was about presence. So when he met her, Brianna, he recognised the hunger in her eyes immediately. A need not yet fully realised. A longing for surrender she hadn’t yet named. She was new to this world, and he never took on someone lightly. Experience had taught him that guiding a submissive wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about trust. And trust wasn’t freely given; it was earned. Brianna was fire and uncertainty, testing boundaries even as she sought them. She had sent him an email - polite but laced with curiosity and defiance. "I THINK I’d like to be submissive, but I’m not sure what that means. Can you show me?" Adam didn’t rush. He never did. Their first meeting was nothing more than coffee, his sharp blue gaze assessing her while she fidgeted beneath his stare. “Tell me what you want,” he had said. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted. He smirked. “Then we start with control.” The next few weeks were a lesson in discipline. Not with ropes, not with cuffs - yet. No, the first thing he took was her time. A bedtime. A list of rules. A simple demand: *You will text me goodnight, every night, before midnight.* At first, she resisted. She wasn’t used to accountability. She skipped a night. He didn’t scold her. He didn’t punish. He simply didn’t respond the next morning. The absence of his attention stung more than any reprimand. The next night, the message came at 11:58 p.m. *Goodnight, Sir.* Only then did he reply. *Good girl.* That was the night she understood. The night she felt the shift. Over the next few weeks, he introduced more structure. No cursing in his presence. No slouching. A command to wear a certain colour on certain days. Small things that, to anyone else, would seem insignificant. But to Brianna, they were more than rules. They were a tether. A constant. She tested him, of course. Pushed back. One evening, she showed up to dinner wearing blue instead of the red he had instructed. She watched him carefully, waiting for anger. Instead, he simply leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. “You knew the rule,” he said. “Yes, Sir.” “And you broke it.” A pause. “Yes.” “Why?” She swallowed. She didn’t know. Or maybe she did, but admitting it felt dangerous. He reached across the table, traced a finger along her wrist. Just that, nothing more, and her breath hitched. “Rules aren’t about punishment, Brianna,” he said. “They’re about trust. When you follow them, you’re choosing to give me control. When you don’t, you’re choosing to take it back. So tell me… do you want me to have it?” She exhaled, a slow, shaky breath. “Yes, Sir.” He nodded, satisfied. “Good. Then we move forward.” That night, when she sent her *Goodnight, Sir* text, there was something different in it. More than obligation. More than routine. This time, she wasn’t just following orders. This time, she was submitting. And Adam knew: *She’s ready for more.*

21 February 2025

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This happened few years ago. I was having a fwb arrangement with a gorgeous lady in Altona. Unfortunately she moved to another state. The knock on her door echoed through the quiet house, and I could already feel the adrenaline surging through my veins. I knew she was alone—her daughter was out, and the coast was clear. I adjusted the bag of toys slung over my shoulder, my heart pounding in anticipation. This was it. The moment we’d both been waiting for. I knocked again, harder this time, and heard the faint sound of her footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and there she was—her wide eyes meeting mine, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. But before she could say a word, I lunged forward, my hand wrapping around her neck, pinning her against the wall. Her gasp was cut short as I pulled the cuffs from my pocket, securing her wrists behind her back with practiced ease. Jesus, her skin was so soft. She struggled, her voice trembling. “What are you—?” But I didn’t let her finish. I gripped her by the hair, yanking her forward and shoving her face down onto the table. Her breath hitched, her body tense as I ripped her pants down in one swift motion. The sound of my zipper cut through the air, and I could already see the wetness dripping down her thighs. I didn’t wait. I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she let out a strangled moan, her body arching against the table. Her dress hiked up, her ass pinned beneath me as I fucked her with abandon. Her hips bucked, trying to escape, but I held her down, my grip unyielding. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, my voice low and rough. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she came, her wetness coating my cock. I didn’t let up, driving into her with relentless force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. When I finally pulled out, I turned her around, shoving her to the floor. She knelt there, her eyes wide, her mouth open in protest, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. I grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as I thrust in and out, her cuffed hands useless at her sides. “Do you love the taste of your cum?” I demanded, my voice dark and commanding. She could only moan, her throat vibrating around me as I fucked her mouth, her saliva and her own juices dripping down her chin. When I finally released her, I dragged her by the hair, her body limp as I threw her onto the bed. I ripped her clothes off, her naked body sprawled before me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I grabbed the rope, tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts, spreading her wide open for me. Her eyes darted to mine, a mix of fear and excitement. I reached for the choke and blindfold, securing them in place, leaving her in darkness. I could hear her breathing quicken. I traced the whip along her breasts, feeling her shiver beneath me. Then, without warning, I brought it down, the sharp crack echoing through the room. She screamed, her body jerking against the restraints, but I didn’t stop. I moved the whip lower, teasing her dripping pussy, and brought it down again. Her cries turned to moans, her hips thrusting upward, begging for more. I could see her juices pooling beneath her, the bed soaking wet as I continued to whip her, each strike bringing her closer to the edge. She was losing control, her body writhing, her moans growing louder. I dropped the whip, my cock aching as I positioned myself between her legs. I thrust into her without warning, her tight walls gripping me as I fucked her with abandon. Her screams were muffled by the gag, her body convulsing as she came, over and over again. When I finally came inside her, filling her with my cum, I released the restraints, pulling her into my arms. I removed the blindfold and gag, her eyes meeting mine, her lips swollen and trembling. “Did you enjoy that?” I whispered, my voice soft now. She kissed me passionately, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Thanks, Shan. It was amazing. I lost count of how many times I came.” We laid there for a while, our bodies entwined, the heat between us still smouldering. I ordered some food, and we settled in to watch a movie. But halfway through, my hand found its way between her legs, my fingers rubbing her clit. She gasped, her body arching toward me. “Please, fuck me like I’m your slut.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I got on my knees, my tongue flicking against her clit as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. She came hard, her juices spilling out as she cried out my name. I looked up at her, my cock throbbing. “You want me to fuck you like a slut?” “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. I climbed on top of her, my cock sliding into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Say it again.” “Fuck me like I’m your slut,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. And I did.

12 February 2025

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I once tied myself up while my house mate was out. I dressed up in her clothes wearing her flight centre uniform and used ropes and her scarves to bind myself. I used a scarf to shove in my mouth and a big red ball gag to gag myself as well as med wrap around to hold it in place. I could hardly make a sound. I hand cuffed myself to my ropes around my feet into a hog tie. I loved it. The thrill of being bound was so exciting. I could not believe I did it to myself. I wish I was being used by a mistress. After about 30mins i realized I had lost the key on the floor. I panicked. I struggled and moaned for another hour and a half! I was able to roll myself down off the bed and onto the floor to finally find the key and finally getting myself free. This gave me 10mins to get changed put all my stuff and her stuff away before she got home. She did ask me why I had marks on my face and wrists. I then bought her a scarf for a birthday gift, but secretly used it while she was out. Haha

1 February 2025

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Amelia's heart raced as she entered the dimly lit room, her eyes slowly adjusting to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Plush velvet curtains in deep crimson hung from ceiling to floor, and flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and leather. She ran her fingers nervously over the smooth silk of her robe, hyper-aware of her nakedness underneath. Master J had instructed her to disrobe before entering, and she had complied with trembling hands. Now she stood just inside the doorway, unsure where to look or what to do next. A low, rich voice came from the shadows. "Come closer, pet." Amelia's breath caught in her throat as she took a few hesitant steps forward. As her eyes adjusted further, she began to make out more details of the room. Gleaming metal hooks hung from the ceiling. An ornate wooden chest stood in one corner, its contents a mystery that made her shiver with equal parts fear and excitement. Master J emerged from the darkness, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure. He wore fitted black pants and nothing else, his muscled chest bare. In one hand he held a leather flogger, its many strands swaying gently as he moved. "Are you ready to begin your journey, pet?" he asked, his voice a silky purr. Amelia wanted to answer but couldn’t find her voice, all she could do was nod. A thrill of anticipation coursed through her as Master J approached, his eyes roaming over her body with open appreciation... Master J circled Amelia slowly, drinking in every curve and contour of her body. His fingertips ghosted over her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Amelia shivered. "Such a lovely pet," he murmured. "So responsive already." He stood before her, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, but there was also warmth there, a silent promise of safety. "We'll start slow," Master J said. "Remember your safe word?" "Red," Amelia whispered. "Good girl. Now, hands behind your back." Amelia complied, clasping her hands at the small of her back. Master J produced a length of soft rope, skillfully binding her wrists together. The rope was snug but not uncomfortable, holding her arms securely in place. "How does that feel?" he asked. "Good," Amelia breathed. Master J guided her to the center of the room where a padded bench awaited. He moved her over it, her torso resting on the cushioned surface while her legs remained on the floor. "Spread your legs for me, pet." Amelia hesitated only a moment, her face flushing as she exposed herself fully. Master J ran a hand appreciatively down her spine. "Beautiful," he praised. "Now, I'm going to start with the flogger. Just light strokes to warm you up. Tell me if it's too much." The first whisper-soft lashes across her back and bottom made Amelia gasp. It was a new sensation, not quite pain, but intense stimulation that sent sparks of pleasure. As Master J continued, gradually increasing the force, Amelia found herself pushing back into the strikes, craving more. Moans of pleasure filled the room as the flogging intensified. Her skin tingled and burned deliciously. She felt herself growing wet, her inhibitions melting away under Master J's skilled attention. When he finally set the flogger aside, Amelia whimpered at the loss. But then she felt his hands on her, massaging her heated skin, soothing and arousing in equal measure. His touch dipped lower, probing between her legs. "So wet for me already," he growled approvingly. "Such an eager little submissive." Amelia could only moan in response as his fingers worked their magic, bringing her right to the edge of climax before withdrawing. She writhed against the bench, desperate for more. "Please," she begged. "Please, Master." "Patience, pet," he chuckled. "We're only just beginning..." A finger circled round and round teasing her mercilessly, drawing soft whimpers from Amelia. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Not yet, my pet. I want you aching for it." He withdrew his hand, leaving Amelia trembling with need. She heard him move away, followed by the sound of the wooden chest creaking open. Her imagination ran wild wondering what implement he might choose next. Amelia gasped as something cool and smooth traced down her spine - a Wartenberg wheel. The pinpricks of sensation made her squirm. Master J rolled it over her shoulders, down her arms, across her sensitive sides. When he reached her inner thighs, Amelia couldn't help but cry out. "So responsive," he murmured approvingly. "Let's see how you handle this." The wheel was replaced by something soft brushing her skin - a feather perhaps? It danced over her body, alternating with sharp little nips that must have been from a crop. The contrasting sensations had Amelia writhing. Master J kept her on edge for what felt like hours, introducing her to a whole array of implements - silky scarves, rough rope, biting clamps, tingling electro-wands. He built her arousal higher and higher, only to back off each time she neared climax. Just when Amelia thought she couldn't take anymore, Master J's hands were on her again, lifting her from the bench. He guided her to a padded X-frame on the wall, securing her wrists and ankles with leather cuffs. Amelia's legs trembled as Master J knelt before her. His tongue found her center, lapping and sucking with practiced skill. Two fingers slid inside, curling to hit just the right spot. “Don’t you dare come” Master J's talented tongue and fingers worked in tandem, bringing Amelia to the brink of ecstasy. She strained against her bonds, every muscle taut as she fought to obey his command. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin as she panted and moaned. "Please," she whimpered. "I can't... I need..." He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. "You can and you will," he said firmly. "Show me your control." Amelia bit her lip, focusing all her willpower on holding back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. Master J resumed his ministrations, alternating between feather-light touches and firm pressure. Stars danced behind Amelia's closed eyelids as the sensations built to an almost unbearable intensity. Just when she thought she might shatter, Master J withdrew completely. Amelia's eyes flew open to see him standing before her, chest heaving. His gaze was dark with desire as he took in her trembling form. "You've done so well, pet," he praised. "I think you've earned a reward." He reached for something on a nearby table - a small bullet vibrator. Amelia's breath hitched as he pressed it against her, the low hum sending shivers through her over sensitized body. Master J's free hand caressed her face tenderly. "You may come now," he murmured. The permission unleashed a tidal wave of sensation. Amelia cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her body convulsing in the restraints. Master J held the vibrator steady, drawing out her climax until she was limp and gasping. As the aftershocks subsided, he gently removed the vibrator and began unfastening her bonds. Amelia's legs gave out as soon as she was free, but Master J caught her easily in his strong arms. He carried her to a plush lounge in the corner, cradling her against his chest. "You were magnificent," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her hair. "How do you feel?" Amelia took stock of her body - pleasantly sore, utterly relaxed, and more satisfied than she'd ever been. "Amazing," she breathed. "That was... incredible." Master J chuckled warmly, reaching for a bottle of water and helping her take small sips. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. We'll take things slow, build up your endurance over time." As Amelia nestled against him, she knew this was only the beginning of her journey into submission. She couldn't wait to explore further with her skilled and attentive Dom.

31 January 2025

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She took a shuddering, deep, breath and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly revealing her black laced bra, cocooning breasts he found himself wanted to dive between. Licking his lips, he smiled as a thought again flitted across his mind about what a bizarre situation this was. She handed him her blouse and he hung it next to her jacket. Her breathing deepened further and she was licking her own lips as she looked unseeingly straight at him, reaching around to unclasp her bra. It dropped away and her milky white tits bounced as they found freedom, her nipples erect and blushed. He wanted to reach for them, cup their weight in his palms, feed greedily on her nipples, lick around her areolas, but he held back, drinking in the sight of her as she held her bra towards him. "Good girl. Nice tits... for a convict" he said, as he took it and she smiled shyly in her dark world. She slowly unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, before stepping out of it and bending to pick it up. She held it out and, as he hung it up she hooked thumbs into her matching lace underwear and slowly eased them down, clearly sodden, stepping out of them and revealing her beautifully trimmed brunette quim as she straightened. She held her panties out for him to take, but he was distracted, intoxicated by her femininity on display and he took his time before collecting them from her. Christ, he thought as he put them on a shelf, you could wring them out. The musk coming from them, now on his hands, was more heady and delightful to his nostrils than the most expensive of Parisian perfume. She removed her stockings, peeling them slowly down one shapely leg at a time and he thought she must know how erotic that was to watch. He carefully put them away also. There she was in all her glory, looking so vulnerable and beautiful, curving as only a woman can, inflaming his desire to new heights. He quietly wolf whistled and she smiled. His cock refused to be restrained now, feeling impossibly constricted in his pants and he released it, removing his own trousers and boxer shorts around his tumescence. His shirt and socks quickly followed, carelessly, as he battled to control the urgency his body was feeling, watching her standing there somewhat bashfully. "I want you to raise your arms straight above your head and do a slow 360 spin for me, so I can see the goods from all angles" he growled and she nodded in response, starting to turn. As she rotated for him, he basked in the glow of her womanly figure, with a yearning to possess her, enjoying the strength of his desire pushing his heart to beat like a jackhammer, pulsing hard through his extremities. She stopped, facing him again and he stepped in close. She must have felt his heat as she gasped slightly, swaying. He reached down and placed his hands lightly on the outside of her thighs, again eliciting a gasp and then heavy intake of breath at the sudden, intimate contact. He traced his fingernails up either side of her flank and then around behind, over her shoulder blades before coming back down her spine, feeling her shiver with delight and hearing her whinny slightly in her throat. As he reached past her lower back he took her buttocks in hand and pulled her onto him, her tits against his chest, his cock hard against her soft belly. His lips were suddenly pressed to hers and she yielded without hesitation, opening, beckoning him in. His tongue pushed forwards, questing, searching and meeting hers... the explosion of sensations a riot of endorphins at that first touch and they stayed there kissing passionately, wrapping arms around each other for a moment. He could have laid her down and made sensual love to her there and then, but that wasn't the plan in the slightest, not what this night was about. He pulled away and again she made noises of longing for him as he broke contact. Christ Almighty, he thought, I need to stay on point here. He reached forwards and tweaked her nipples between fingers and thumbs, gripping them hard and giving them a slight pinch and twist. That had the desired effect of shocking her and refocusing him. "You naughty wench," he admonished "you distracted me there with your womanly curves and you'll pay a price for that" "Oh Daddy I'm sorry" she whimpered as he continued to hold her by the nipples. That caught him by surprise too, no one had called him daddy before and he wondered where that was coming from, trusting it was healthy. He dropped his fingers and considered his next steps. "Right, time I put you to work, slut" he said coldly and he reached for the handcuffs. He secured them around her wrists as she stood there silent and compliant. The ankle cuffs he wasn't sure would work like that on this wedge, so he placed them just under her knees, at the top of her calves, feeling that would likely hold her in a better position. "I'm going to guide you down onto the bed and then over the rack that I'm going to use to hold you in place while I violate you. You're not to speak or resist" he growled again. She nodded agreement and he took her hands to guide her down to the futon. Then, on her hands and knees, to climb and be stretched out over the wedge, her face dipping towards the sheets and her backside pointing upwards at an almost 45 degree angle, hanging over the edge of the bed. As she wriggled to get comfortable, he pulled each arm backwards below her, clipping the handcuffs onto the attachment points on the sides of the wedge, her hands resting palms up on the mattress. From either side he then pulled the leg cuffs to meet their anchor points, spreading her thighs into a comfortably wide position, her body now draped over the wedge. As he stepped backwards to admire his work, his eyes widened with hot lust looking at how beautifully exposed and vulnerable her arse and pussy were in that position... the latter now glistening and dripping from her labia, swollen with excitement and flushed with colour. He leaned in and took great pleasure inhaling her body's natural perfume again, heightening his own arousal at the thought of tasting her. "You're making a mess on my bed" he barked and gave her a playful smack on her arse. "Sorry sir, I'll clean anything you want up with my mouth" she said "Your attitude is improving already in that position," He snorted, reaching for the ball gag "but I have my own plans for using that pretty mouth of yours tonight." They hadn't discussed what equipment he might use on her, so he thought she might baulk at the first touch of this, but she quietly complied as he brought it up from below her hanging head, taking it into her mouth as he pulled it tight and secured it behind her head. It forced her mouth to remain open. She made some sounds and he said "nod if that is comfortable". She gave a quick nod and he placed a folded towel on the sheet below her mouth, in case she did end up drooling. Next, he reached for the ear plugs. Whilst he'd rather she could hear more clearly, he sometimes slept with earplugs and knew that you can still hear the normal volume of close voices relatively easily. They mainly seemed to reduce the intrusion of more distant or overly loud sounds, and it was part of her request in reducing these external stimuli. "Don't go anywhere" he quipped, slapping her arse again as he left the room, and hearing her unintelligible attempt at a response. He'd realised he should have sorted out some signals if he was going to go hard on her and wondered how to do that with her unable to talk or move much. He quickly decided to cut squares from a couple of towels, one red and one green, before returning to her. "I'm wrapping a small piece of towel around your fingers and holding it there with an elastic band" he said. "Although you're handcuffed you can wiggle you hands to wave the cloth and get my attention if needed. Right hand is green and signals keep going or stronger, left hand is red and means stop or soften what I'm doing. Is that clear?" She nodded "Which is green?" he grilled her. She flapped her right hand about. "Perfect" he said, running his fingers up her right arm and down her back to rest at the start of the cleft between her buttocks for a moment, tapping his fingers in thought. He now looked at this woman restrained, blindfolded and gagged in a most intensely vulnerable position and reached for his camera, taking black and white shots from a variety of angles and distances, clearly showing close ups of her dripping snatch and almost pulsating, puckered anus, pulling at him with an almost gravitational force. He once again revelled in her sweet, musky scents and his anticipation of exploring her shortly. Her holes were arranged to be in the perfect position for his throbbing cock as he stood beside the low futon, ready for when that time arrived. He would be taking her standing, giving him all the leverage of his 6 foot frame. He was more than ready to be inside her, but he had grander plans to complete before he would explore those depths. He reached for the heavy suede rigger's gloves and slipped them on. They looked clumsy and hugely out of place for the setting, hadn't been something she'd asked for, but he liked the idea and it felt appropriate for the experience. He kneeled on the carpet and placed a roughly gloved hand on each of her dainty soles, dangling over the edge of the bed, before wrapping his fingers around to grip her feet tightly, squeezing and enjoying the thrill of control as she squeaked behind her gag, tightening against the leg restraints. He repeated this clamping and releasing with his strong grip as he moved slowly over her ankles and up both legs. Grip. Squeeze. Release. Move. Digging his gloved thumbs and finger tips into her pliable flesh and leaving quickly fading pressure marks behind as he moved up her. She was making some sort of slow sighing noises in her throat in time with his movements and these escalated to a higher pitch as he moved up the back of her exposed thighs, his face inches from her exposed mound, feeling a delightful heat radiating from it. He hadn't planned on this yet, but the urge took him as he gripped the back of her upper thighs, strong thumbs peeling and rotating them outwards, forcing her buttocks and labia further apart... and he pushed his face into her strongly. His nose burying between her open arse cheeks, feeling her anus quiver on him, her musk utterly divine and his mouth taking her fragrantly wet and open labia in hungrily. She let out a cry at the shock and he maintained his vice like grip as the tip of his tongue now lapped at her, exploring her outer folds, delighting in how she tasted as he consumed her wetness. That combination of firmness from his gloved grip forcing her thighs, buttocks and labia apart, combined with the delicate touch of his swirling tongue, making her writhe in the restraints. He sucked and pulled on her with his lips, allowing his tongue to slip down and gently pass over and around her clit lightly before plunging inside her, her moaning peaking in that briefest of touches to her love button and then settling back into rhythmic sighs coming from her throat as he ate her out, behind the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears. He leaned his weight against her, his nose and mouth pressing in hard as he darted his tongue deeper into her honeypot. She was wetter than he could believe, her juices flowing over his tongue like a torrent as he scooped and drank her in greedily, the excess flowing down through his beard and dripping off onto the edge of the bed, leaving sticky trails as it fell from his chin. She tasted heavenly, he thought and he licked the rear wall of her pussy, the tip of his nose nudging into the pulsating external sphincter of her anus... before pulling away again and relaxing his grip to move his hands up over her arse cheeks, clasping them and driving them in this direction and that, kneading them, working them, as he now leaned in and started rimming her damp arsehole. He pulled her cheeks apart further and, as she opened, pushed his tongue within, feeling her shiver once again as he penetrated her orally. He rolled his tongue and pushed it as deep as possible, to her noticeable groaning, before tracing the tip down the inside of her smooth walls from various angles, her more intense sounds music to his ears. After several minutes greedily eating her arsehole out, he once again withdrew, standing up straight, with his gloved hands sliding up over her hips before clamping on either side, circling her waist. He gripped her, pulled her back towards him, against the restraints, as if he was going to mount her and she gasped loudly. He brought the engorged head of his circumcised cock up and rested it at the top of the cleft of her buttocks, before leaning in with his weight and pressing the shaft down, filling her arse crack and letting her feel his desire for her as it nestled along her groove, his balls now getting wet from her juices as he rested there. As hard as it was to resist plunging himself deep inside, this was enough at this stage he felt, as he had a process in mind here. He ground down on her though and let her feel his want for her behind the steely grip of the gloves around her waist... and she arched her back groaning for him. He loosened his grip around her waist and continued up her flanks, his weight still pressing on her from behind. Grip. Squeeze. Release. Move. Once he reached her shoulders he switched to her restrained arms, pinned back and to the side, starting with her hands. Taking them and digging his gloved thumbs into various pressure points on her palms, through the red and green towelling, kneading and forcing any tight points to release. He squeezed her hands with his grip, her joints making a few satisfying cracks and pops, before releasing and moving slowly up over her arms in the same slow process. Back at her shoulders he dug his fingertips into her flesh, releasing the tension from muscles leading up her neck, slowly and subtly working the gloves until they fully encircled her delicate throat. He could feel her breathing and pulsating carotid artery as he tightened his grip slightly, her sounds reduced to an almost nervous high pitched murmur escaping her. As he leaned further forwards over her he noticed the towel below her now had a significant damp patch and strings of drool were cascading from her open, gagged, mouth. I guess that ball gag works he thought, wondering what that sensation would feel like. As he leaned more of his body down onto her back, his cock still nestled along the line between her arse cheeks, his weight somewhat on his outstretched arms, his hands pinning her neck down, he allowed his grip to soften and release. His chest now pressed against her back and his full weight was now pinning her down on the wedge, his breath hot against her left ear. His hands moved under her and roughly found her waist again, gripping her under him before pushing further under and his fingers started prodded around her soft belly, weighted down by his presence. He slid his hands up and, not gently, took a handful of her tits in each glove, lying there on top of her, pawing her and breathing heavily in her ear, the shaft of his cock now pulsating against the upper cleft of her buttocks, the head hard between his own belly and her back. She quivered under him as he gave a low growl and whispered in her ear. "I know you want this, you want that little slut inside you to be exposed, to rise to the surface and show what she's capable of. I'm going to pull her up from inside you, make her beg for me to stop, while I take her and make her mine. She's going to please me in any way I choose. Nod if you understand how serious I am." She almost wailed behind the gag and nodded as well as she could, while his weight bore down on her, crushing her against the foam. "Good girl" he whispered, licking her ear and finding her rock hard nipples with a gloved finger and thumb, pinching and twisting them again. She vocalised that shock at the sudden increase in sensation again and gave a muffled sharp yelp. He climbed off her, removed the gloves and left the room without a word. This was thirsty work he thought and downed a full glass of water in the kitchen. He felt she'd probably need something soon as she was losing a lot of fluid from both ends, so he filled a jug with mineral water, a few slices of lemon and some ice cubes before returning to her with a couple of glasses. Obviously she couldn't drink in her current position, but he'd give a her a drink when that changed later. He had a delicious thought and asked if she'd like an ice cube in her mouth behind the gag. She nodded and he slid two fingers in around the ball, stretching her lips to allow him to slide the ice cube in... she almost chocked for a second but them sighed in obvious enjoyment of the refreshment. His thought not completed, he picked another ice cube out of the jug and ran it from her neck, down along her spine, down between her buttocks and held it against her anus. She yowled behind the gag and thrashed against the restraints for a second at the shock on her most private parts, before melting into the wedge further. He held it there, rubbing and pushing it against her anus, the melting water sliding down over her pussy, mingling with her own wetness. He slid the cube down, tracing it over her lips and pushing it inside her for a moment. Again she gasped at that cold shock and this time he pushed a couple of fingers into her, moving the ice cube around just inside her. He pulled it out and took it in his mouth, enjoying both the sensations and her taste. He returned his fingers to her warm wetness and started exploring her, working deeper and more powerfully, stroking rhythmically as she answered him with her muffled vocal reactions and flooding lubrication coating his hand. He leaned in and bit her left buttock, teasingly holding her flesh between his teeth as he fingered her, now curling first 2 fingers and then a third inside and downwards to stroke the front wall, hunting for her g-spot. He brought his thumb up to gently circle her engorged clit as he did so. Bingo! He thought as her vocal intensity suddenly increased dramatically in volume and she became restless, pulling and bucking against the restraints. He maintained the pressure and tempo, gripping her drenched cunt at times as he continually pushed those three fingers in and pulled them out slightly, probing, hearing the squelching of her juices. Forwards and downwards, stretching her sideways with their width and stroking and fluttering around her g-spot while his thumb lightly explored the folds around her clit, sometimes onto her pubis above, where he would use more force and leverage to somewhat clamp his grip more strongly internally and tug back at her before pushing back in. He nibbled and bit on the back of her thighs and arse cheeks as he worked on her, feeling the tension in her soft, ribbed walls start to increase as she struggled against him, almost shrieking behind the gag. And he suddenly withdrew, to a deep guttural groan of frustration from her as she lay there panting, turning her head trying to look at him, as if to say "What the fuck are stopping for!?" But he wasn't ready for her to climax yet, he wanted those peaking waves to build and subside before that first dam wall was broken. He cracked his hand across her arse, leaving the print of his hand across both cheeks. She shrieked at the unexpected pain and went limp. "I see you Vixen" he said, "You're not to go over the edge until I give you permission to do so" To which she almost screamed her pent up annoyance through the ball gag and thrashed about. "No point in resisting, I'll break you in like a bucking horse if I need to" he growled in response to her misbehaviour "It's time you learnt what some punishment looks like". She went quiet, still panting, a light sheen of sweat on her back. He leaned in and ran his tongue from her buttock cleft along the vertebra of her lower back, tasting her saltiness. He leaned over and grabbed the flogger, wondering how this would go, what her pain response might be. He ever so lightly trailed the numerous strands of suede leather up her right leg, over her buttocks and up her back, resting them between her shoulders. "I see that demanding slut is on display now and I'm going to flog her, mark her, break her." he rumbled beside her right ear. "You need to relax and go with this." "Remember your hand signals" he warned as an afterthought and she gave an almost imperceptible nod. He'd only had one previous partner who'd wanted to be whipped and then only extremely lightly. He'd also never had a particularly strong compunction to seriously hurt someone that way... today was going to be a different animal he thought, as his sexual energy wanted this release too. She'd requested this, another part of her fantasy that this whole process was about, bringing it to the surface, pulling from deep within her into the light these dark sadomasochistic needs... so he felt he needed to gauge his strength carefully. He didn't want to err on the side of caution and leave her without the marks she'd wanted in her fantasies, but also didn't want to damage this beautiful woman... too much. He'd spent 8 years at an all boys Catholic School in the north west of the UK, at a time when corporal punishment was dished out regularly and he'd had many daily beatings by Catholic Brothers with a vicious, inch thick, several inch wide, 2 foot long leather strap in the early years, until he'd learned to be less obvious in his childhood rebellions. His palms would often thicken in response during term time and the pain always dissipated quickly enough to continue his studies and sport, so he knew a body had mechanisms to respond to and suppress pain. Indeed he used to sometimes return to class smirking at the wide eyed looks from friends who knew he'd just had 6 of the best in the corridor or staff room. Again. You gritted your teeth and retreated inwards, developing that resilience that they couldn't touch, using your breath to release the pain. He briefly wondered why these thoughts were rising now, but they swept past in the blink of an eye, carried away in the torrent of his pulsating and dominant sexual energy, as he looked down on her, naked and exposed. He knew how pain was inflicted without damage. He'd lived it. He knew he could take her to the edge and bring her back. Perhaps this was as much about what he needed to let rise in him and be expressed, as about what she needed done to her As he approached this, he felt more calm, resolute in the face of the upcoming measured violence and control he was about to wield on her. There was a responsibility that came with it. He held the flogger lightly in his right hand and stepped back slightly, gauging the distance that would allow him a full extension in the swing as he brought it down over her upraised buttocks, without the tips curling round to sting her more delicate areas. He placed the flogger over her buttocks, giving her an idea of where it was going to strike. He breathed lightly, steadying and focusing himself as he slowly raised this weapon above his head. He held his breath and brought it down hard and fast with a measured strength that he trusted himself to apply. The 27 strands of 4mm wide suede struck sideways from her left side, high across both buttocks, centred perfectly and biting into her flesh with something halfway between a resounding crack and a meaty slap, cutting through the air. Red welts shot out across her milky white skin, mostly in the central strip where the strands were most concentrated. Her scream, whilst muffled by the ball clamped within her mouth and her copious amounts of saliva dripping around it, was shockingly powerful and guttural to his ears. She lay there panting heavily, quivering and making low sounds through her breaths. He put his mouth to her right ear and repeated his earlier warning "Remember your hand signals". She nodded breathlessly but her hands stayed down. "Well done." he rewarded her, running a hand over the angry welts, her buttocks shivering under his touch. "One more from the other direction there before I move on" he told her. She gave no response this time, head pushed down against the cushion near the sheets. He shifted to her right side, eyed the same distance and repeated the process with identical force. He knew from his school days that it's often the first strike that's the biggest shock, lighting up the pain receptors almost to overload, with subsequent impacts feeling more bearable. And so it seemed for her as she grunted and took this one with short, sharp breaths but no scream. He was suitably impressed as he looked at the redness now burned into her arse and bent down, raining kisses along the area as he told her what a good slut she was. Her skin was radiating heat and he fished for another ice cube, rubbing it all over the livid welts. She sighed, repeatedly wriggling her arse from side to side under his cooling caress. He noticed her anus was making small spasms and he just rested the tip of his left forefinger directly on her as he iced her buttocks, she sighed more heavily, taking in his finger tip ever so slightly, clenching and releasing against him as she moved. God that felt good on his finger he thought and his cock pulsated that bit harder in anticipation of it's own turn inside her. He left what remained of the ice cube to melt and slide down between her cheeks as he moved up to her lower back, rubbing vigorously over her skin there, stretching and smoothing it out in preparation. He felt this was perhaps more delicate than her rounded and padded buttocks, with more chance of wrap around to sting her soft underbelly, so he moderated his swing slightly. The same resounding *thwack* resulted, however, and it lit her up, with another bursting shriek and almost panicked breathing... he knew it was a pain control technique and again she was brave enough not to raise her left hand in protest. The welts looked almost more livid here, running slightly diagonally from her left side down towards her right hip, well centred. He moved to her right side, caressed her skin again and then brought the flogger down, a fraction harder, running down and across towards her left hip this time. She took this one with a more focused and prolonged, powerful squeal and he saw that she now knew what to expect and how to let that pain out positively..at least a little. He admired the criss-cross of welts over her lumbar spine and sacrum and realised he was satisfied with his work there. He now wanted to see the rest of her back marked like that. Leave his visible signature on her. Knowing that she'd see this in the mirror and feel it for days, with him in mind, made him swell further and want to take her hard right there... but he estimated she had another 6 strikes coming before he'd be happy with the coverage. He took the end of the handle on the flogger and stroked it up the inside of her left thigh as she sighed heavily. As it reached her still sopping lips he gently pushed the end of the handle in and she pushed back as much as she could, taking an inch inside her and groaning as her labia parted to it. He held it there as he rubbed her lower back for a moment letting her perform small gyrations against it, quietly moaning in unison with her restricted movements. And so it was he proceeded in the same vein, marking her back, first from one direction and then the other, until he stood back, inspecting his creation. She had taken all remaining 6 heavy strikes with grunting, measured outbursts around her gag and he could almost hear her own satisfaction at taking his beating. He grabbed his camera again and recorded his artwork on her back to enjoy another time. Bending down he kissed her neck and slid his hand around to cup her left tit, stroking her nipple. "That was impressive," he whispered, "now lets see how well you take me riding you, like the slut we both know you are" She gave a sigh of obvious desire and nodded eagerly. He came around and stood directly behind her again, knowing that he was finally going to fuck her, his cock twitching and throbbing with desire and anticipation. The heat, as he closed in on her, radiating off her sex like an open fire and he felt his own juices answering, dripping from him. He reached for the riggers gloves again but decided he wouldn't grip her hips to hold her as he mounted her, just yet, but would just nudge her labia with his swollen glans, no other touch. As he felt the first light kiss of her wetness on him, it was his turn to shiver and he held still as she moaned and visibly strained against the restraints, pushing backwards on his cock to force her labia open around him. She could only move an inch or so and it was just his engorged, bulbous head that entered, stretching her labia open around it and causing a deep groan from her. He started to rock his hips ever so slightly, feeling the wet warmth of her slipping and sliding back and forth over his oh so sensitive glans. "Just the dick head" he growled "Don't let me in. Make me force it in" She tightened her pelvic floor muscles against his touch, trying to block his entry. He caught himself making a groan of his own as the most delightful, spine tingling sensations swept through him and decided now was the time to enter her fully. He reached down, gripping either side of her hips firmly with the rough gloves, planting his feet firmly into the carpet... and thrust his full length quickly and easily into her hot, wet, slippery cunt, despite her best efforts to keep him out. She yielded to him, letting out a delightfully loud groan of surprise and satisfaction as she took every inch of him in, her juices pushing out around him onto his balls with a squelch. He stood like that for a moment, his victim impaled on his spear. Her clear enjoyment and the sensations coming from feeling her wrapped fully around him made him feel like his whole body was inflating, his cock pulsating powerfully in her. He leaned forwards, lowering his belly and chest onto her back, letting her fully take his weight again as he reached around for her tits pressed into the wedge. As he took them in hand, holding her, pinned down with his cock stiff and strong inside her, he savoured the almost synchronised beating of their hearts, her silky pussy seemingly pulsing in time with his cock. He nuzzled at the back of her neck for a moment hearing her sigh, while he rumbled to her. He pushed himself back up to standing, still fully penetrating her, before pulling himself from her clasping flange. He took a moment to enjoy seeing her glistening wetness all over him, before re-entering, amidst her groans. He started fucking her, with full, slow strokes, feeling the slight suction of her cervix on the end of him at full penetration, and the rippling sensations as her soft, ribbed walls and hidden folds gripped at and pulled on his length. He long-stroked her like that, balls slapping against her. Her moans rose in pitch, both settling into that familiar rhythm, as old as time itself. Her pussy was perfectly designed to milk him and he could feel it at work. She was starting to get heated under him, pushing and pulling against her restraints as if trying to escape his now stronger, more powerful thrusts. He began altering his angles of attack, exiting and then re-entering her from slightly different directions, gyrating his now iron-hard cock around inside her hot gusset. Hearing her pleasure increase as she lost herself to being taken, helpless to do anything but yield to him, in waves of sound, sensation and motion from them both. He angled himself downwards, feeling his swollen head rubbing more strongly along her front vaginal wall. Her whole body began to tighten and quiver like an archer's bow at full extension, her throaty groans rising to gag-muffled, warbled gasps as she approached her climax. "You BETTER NOT cum on my cock," he growled at her "I'll pull it out..." But she was too far gone to reply. He thrust forwards again and, this time, as his cock pushed over her g spot, she bucked hard under him, losing any control within, her shrieking orgasm ripping through her. She convulsed and thrashed desperately against him and her handcuffs, pulling in all directions, gripped by these waves of pleasure, but there was no escaping his hardness. He was the rock for her to dash herself against and he now stood still, pushed hard up against her. This hot, soft, pulsating creature fully held in his vice-like grip on her hips, his throbbing rod deep inside for her to grip and release against. He let out a low sigh himself as he felt her pussy rippling and clenching along his length, spasming repeatedly for what seemed like minutes against his indomitable hardness. He luxuriated in those sensations, quietly soaking them up as his own breath slowed and she finally came out of the breathy haze she'd been lost to, now limp over the wedge. He looked down seeing her juices foamed white on him and her deeply red, swollen labia. He slowly withdrew, still fully erect and demanding despite this devilish woman having tried to finish him... and he wanted more of her. As she lay there panting and sighing over and over, he ran a now gloveless hand over her flank, up between her shoulder blades and took a handful of her hair. He pulled her head up from where it had been hanging down against the cushion. "THAT," he said "was the first sign that I'm properly breaking you in and making you mine." She gasped further, her neck strained and stretched, before he let go and her face dropped back down. He left the room, calling behind him "YOU need to think about your behaviour and make sure you're ready to continue being a pleasing whore for me on my next assault of your defences. Prepare yourself" He heard her groaned response from the hall. He fetched the surprise he had for her. He'd left it close to the fire, warming gently over that preceding hour or so. As he picked it up he was satisfied that it was pleasantly warm in his hands. She'd said in conversation that, since having children, she'd often struggled to orgasm vaginally, with extended periods of not managing it all. She'd gone on to discover that, when penetrated anally, her orgasms had returned, but were different from those of her past garden-variety intercourse... stronger, more intense, almost as if she was on the verge of losing bladder control at times, she'd said. Indeed she said she had even squirted and gushed several times, using her dildos that way, something that had knocked her for six and had her running to google what had actually happened that first time. Her sharing of these private intimacies had given him something to aim for here, he wanted to push her, ride her hard up to that level. He'd had one past partner who would regularly gush over him, whether his cock or his face and he was excited at the prospect of opening up this young filly to be able to do so more regularly. He re-entered the room and she was now breathing normally, apparently calm and relaxed. "I'm ready to continue now" he barked "I have a surprise for you..." She nodded, a happy and affirmative noise in her throat. He had wondered which way to use this strap-on to best effect on her. He'd not used one before and it could apparently be attached either above or below his genitals. He'd thought about getting something smaller than his own erect manhood, to use anally, but had settled on something of similar size. He knew he wanted to fuck her arse himself, so he closed the straps around and under his perineum and arse cheeks, leaving the silicone dong hanging at a fairly horizontal angle below his upward thrusting cock. He chuckled internally at the sight of now having two almost identical cocks... albeit one strongly coloured and pulsating. He reached for the lube. She certainly didn't need it for her sopping gash, and while he could use her own juices at a push here, he felt the added lubrication, this first time at least, should allow him inside her tight anus with less struggle for her. He rested his right forefinger, with a little cooling lube on it, against her quivering anus. She sighed as he lightly pushed the tip of his finger through and into her darkness, the lube allowing an easy glide. Once inside he rotated his finger back and forth, to ensure good coverage. She was making soft noises as he did so and he then hooked his finger downwards, applying a little pressure to the anterior wall of her anal canal, palpating in a semi circle, testing for her tightness. He tugged gently down and backwards, opening her up, lightly stretching the powerful internal muscles of her pelvic floor, feeling them relax and soften slightly as he relented. She groaned deeply. He enjoyed his work. He went on to repeat the process to either side and then to the posterior wall, before withdrawing his finger from her now more relaxed and slightly gaping arsehole. He brought the head of his swollen cock up and rested it against her, feeling her shiver of delight ripple through her buttocks. He then reached down and touched the moulded and realistic head of the silicone strap-on to her still dripping labia... strings of her natural lubrication hanging down to the mess she'd made on the sheet below her. She gasped with obvious surprise as he gently leaned in, feeling both holes being entered simultaneously, his lube laden cock stretching her tight little anus around it as he felt it pop slightly around his swollen head and then clamp down onto his shaft. The dildo attached to his groin followed suit perfectly, filling her soft, wet minge, as he continued his journey inside her. Her groan, deeper and more drawn out than before, as he slowly reached for her depths. Once fully inserted, he stood motionless for a good 30 seconds, just enjoying the reciprocal pulsating inside her and allowing her to adjust to the idea of this double penetration. Her breath was shallow and fluttering in her throat as she lay there, fully skewered in both holes. The moment he began to withdraw, feeling the soft suction and grip around his shaft, she made the most satisfying of groans, and he allowed her stretched, external anal sphincter to momentarily grip and spasm on his head at almost full withdrawal, lightly pulling her anus outwards with his girth. He pushed again into her, more forcefully this time. She was moving her limbs again against the restraints, slowly but restlessly, making some dark muffled noises as he slowly but surely began to arse fuck her, filling her fully. He reached the tempo he wanted, not hard, not fast, but a middle ground... there was no need to pound her with this level of stimulation, cunt and arsehole working together in unison. He knew this wouldn't take either of them long as he'd been hard and aroused for so long and the strength of her reactions, both physically and vocally, under him, were signs that she would be likely going over the edge again shortly. She was at full volume now, as he pumped her, her shrieks filling the room despite the gag, her body bucking and gyrating beneath his onslaught. As the pitch and frequency of her screams increased, he could feel his sap rising strongly. He could feel his essence being drawn almost from his extremities with a gravitational pull towards his tool as it charged. He felt powerful with this woman almost begging for mercy under him and he wasn't of a mind to grant her relief, she would take his load, sprayed deep inside her rectum. As these thoughts ricocheted around his mind and he felt on the verge of unleashing in her, she emitted a howling scream, shuddering to the point he had to keep his grip on her hips tight to hold her in place. She erupted onto his balls and thighs, liquid flooding out around the pumping strapped dildo, over him and onto the now sodden sheets. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of delightfully warm water over his thighs, while her anal canal began clamping and releasing powerfully over and over on his primed cock. She continued shuddering and screaming through her drooling, gagged mouth, breathing like a steam train and lost in her internal release. It pushed him to the heights he craved as he reached the point of no return. His own body started shuddering as muscles deep within, beyond conscious control, switched on. Contracting. Pumping. Releasing. He felt his semen flood up and erupt from his cock like a volcano spewing its lava, blowing everything in it's path aside, opening his sexual channels fully. His pelvic floor muscles contracting and relaxing over and over with a strength that made him stagger and lean forwards against her still shuddering arse, letting out his own guttural snarl, his toes curling in ecstasy, his eyes rolling and unseeing in that moment. He slumped forwards onto her back, pinning her as she continued softly mewling in the aftermath of her release, snorting and shuddering over her. He lay on her, heavily, spent, feeling his cock gradually draining his remaining seed into her, slowly softening inside her arse. Their juices mingling and oozing out, over her anus and vagina, warm around his genitals and legs, dripping down in sticky strings from both well-used holes. He gradually recovered and pushed off her, withdrawing his cock and the strap on with soft, wet noises. She shuddered again as he did so, giving an emotion-laden, long and tremulous sigh. He flopped on to the bed beside her, his eyes glazed and staring blankly at the ceiling, before reaching over and releasing the straps holding the ball gag in her mouth. It dropped clear onto the sheet, her excess saliva hanging in webs from her still open and now panting mouth. "Oh. My. God" was all she could say in the moment. "Sir" she added as an afterthought, and he patted her flank as they both lay in silence. Finally she said "I never even thought I could cum that hard... the things you did... my body's reaction... I thought I might pass out for a moment, I was seeing little sparks of light dance before my eyes." "Thank you." she added warmly "I'm glad." was all he could come up with, as he gazed at her spent form smiling. "Good girl." He reached over and started unclipping her from the wedge. She groaned as she clambered off, after being stuck in the same position for a good 90 minutes. He lifted the wedge off the futon and lay back next to her, their bodies side by side. "Hold me, Daddy" she whispered, snuggling back into him as they turned to their sides. He curved himself around her still-welted back, his arms around her, as they spooned affectionately, both basking in the comfortable afterglow and enjoying the tender closeness after the violence of the experience. They lay like that for what seemed ages, both breathing slowly and peacefully, savouring the body contact. He was surprised to find that it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes, when he checked his watch. She was the one to initiate the change, starting to push her buttocks back into him, wriggling and squirming her arse onto his groin...

21 January 2025

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The secret apartment was our sanctuary. Hidden away from the demands of daily life, it was a place where the world fell away, leaving only us. The dim lighting cast a soft glow over the room, its warmth reflected in his eyes as I leaned against the edge of the bed, inviting him closer. He stood before me, his shirt unbuttoned, hanging loose on his broad shoulders, I reached out, my fingers brushing over his chest and down to his waistband. His breath hitched at the contact, and I smiled, already savoring the power I held in this moment. “Come here,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. He obeyed, stepping closer until I could feel his heat, his need, pressing against me. I unfastened his belt, slow and deliberate, the metallic jingle breaking the quiet as his trousers fell to the floor. My hands grazed over his thighs, tracing the firmness of his muscles before moving upward to cup him through the thin fabric of his briefs. He was already hard, and I could feel his body responding to the smallest touch. I looked up, meeting his gaze, and saw the hunger in his eyes, the anticipation mingled with submission. I slid his briefs down, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the skin warm and smooth beneath my fingers. I wrapped one hand around him, stroking him with slow, deliberate motions, teasing the head with my thumb, watching as his lips parted and his breath caught in his throat. “You’re so responsive,” I murmured, tightening my grip just enough to make him shudder. “I wonder how long you can last for me.” His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his self-control evident in the way he held back the urge to touch me. I relished his restraint, knowing how much he wanted to let go, to take control, but I wasn’t ready to give it to him. Not yet. I leaned forward, my breath hot against his skin as I let my tongue slide over him. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through me. My hands worked him with practiced precision, alternating between firm strokes and soft, teasing caresses, each movement designed to bring him closer to the edge without allowing him release. “Look at me,” I commanded, and his eyes opened, dark with lust and desperation. “I want to see everything you’re feeling.” I rose from where I sat, trailing my hands down his torso, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath my fingertips. His body swayed toward mine, drawn like a magnet, but I pressed a firm hand against his chest, guiding him backward. “Lay down,” I murmured, my voice soft yet commanding, watching as his knees bent and he sank onto the edge of the bed. I nudged him further, my hands never leaving his skin, coaxing him to lie back until his head met the pillows. His body sprawled out before me, every inch of him exposed and vulnerable. I stood over him for a moment, drinking in the sight, the heat in his eyes meeting mine, before climbing onto the bed to join him, ready to continue my teasing torment. His gaze was raw, vulnerable, a mirror of his need as I pushed him closer and closer to the brink. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles trembled as he fought to hold on. “You’re so good for me,” I whispered, my voice dripping with praise. “Letting me control you like this, trusting me to keep you right where I want you.” I tightened my grip slightly, increasing the pace just enough to make his breath hitch, then slowed again, watching his frustration and desire flicker across his face. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, but I pulled back, denying him the release he craved. “Not yet,” I said softly, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “I’m not done with you.” His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and I felt his cock twitch in my hands, straining against the restraint I held over him. The power in this moment was intoxicating, the way he surrendered himself to me, completely vulnerable and utterly mine. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was both tender and possessive, my hand never stopping its slow, torturous rhythm. “You’ll come when I say,” I whispered against his lips. “Not a moment before.” And with that, I returned to my work, drawing out every gasp, every shudder, every ounce of pleasure, savouring the way his body responded to my touch. I could feel his restraint slipping as I continued to edge him, taking him to the brink and pulling him back each time. His body quaked with need, his hands gripping the sheets beside him as though tethering himself to reality. Every time his hips bucked or his breath hitched, I slowed my strokes, letting him simmer in the delicious agony of anticipation. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” I teased, my lips brushing against his ear, my voice dripping with sweet cruelty. “But you’re not there yet. Not until I say so.” He groaned, a desperate sound that sent a thrill through me. His entire body was taut, clenching with each teasing flick of my wrist. I let my tongue glide over his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as I quickened my pace, my hand slick and warm as it moved over his cock. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles trembling beneath my touch. Just as I felt his body begin to tighten, teetering on the edge, I stopped. My hand stilled, holding him firmly but giving no more. He gasped, his eyes snapping open to meet mine, filled with both frustration and raw need. “You’re torturing me,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. I smirked, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, my other hand sliding up his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart. “That’s the point, my love,” I murmured. “I want to see you completely undone. I want to watch you fall apart for me.” I gave him a moment to recover, to catch his breath, before I began again, slower this time. My hand moved with an almost lazy rhythm, the sensation so gentle it was maddening. I watched every flicker of emotion cross his face, every gasp and groan as I brought him to the edge once more. “Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t take it anymore.” His plea sent a surge of satisfaction through me. I knew he was mine, completely at my mercy, and I savored the moment as I picked up the pace, my strokes firm and deliberate. This time, I didn’t stop. “Let go,” I whispered, my voice soft but commanding. “I want you to come for me. Now.” His entire body tensed, his head tilting back as a shuddering groan escaped his lips. I felt him pulse in my hand as he finally released, his climax crashing over him like a wave. His chest heaved, his muscles trembling as I stroked him through it, drawing out every last bit of his pleasure. I watched him intently, drinking in the way his face contorted with ecstasy, the way his body surrendered completely to the sensations I had built up in him. His eyes fluttered open, dazed and filled with a soft, sated glow as he looked at me. I brought my lips to his, kissing him deeply, a kiss that was equal parts possessive and tender. “You’re beautiful like this,” I whispered against his mouth, my hands gently caressing his thighs now, soothing him as he came down. He laughed breathlessly, his body still trembling as he pulled me into his arms. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of affection. “Then I’ll make sure it’s worth it,” I replied, a mischievous grin on my lips as I nestled into him, both of us basking in the afterglow of our secret, stolen moment. In this private world we’d created, nothing existed but us, and I was determined to let us enjoy every moment of it.

19 January 2025

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I've strapped you to the sex seat, your arms pulled tight behind you, I've joined them to your ankles. You can't move and every small move you do make; every breath you take, moves your breasts up and down. I travel my hand slowly down the side of your neck, across your right breast, over your stomach, stopping to cup your pussy in my hand. You squirm, desperate to feel the friction on your clit, easing away the growing ache. But I'm not ready for you to come yet, in fact, it is my right not to let you cum tonight, not if I don't want you to. As you start rubbing yourself against my hand I give you the friction you crave. As you work yourself over my hand, I pull away, sharply smacking your clit and pussy in the process. You gasp. I use my other hand to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open and with it, your tongue rolls out. I bring my still wet hand up to your mouth and rub my palm against it. Making you lick and suck away your juices from my hand. I pull away, walking to our toy box and pulling out a favourite, the penis gag. Opening your mouth wide I shove it in. Securing it around your head without allowing you to adjust to it. Running my hands down your body again, I stop to palm your breasts, grabbing them and squeezing them between my hands. You moan, then whimper as my grip becomes tights. A sigh of relief escapes as I let go of your breasts, but it doesn't last long as I latch onto your nipples. Twisting, pulling and flicking them until they are a nice bright red. Your gasp has me looking at your face, a small mess now with your saliva dripping down your chin. I grin delighted at the sight. I reach around to pull on a glove. Your eyes giving me a questioning look. Pulling out a small jar of tiger palm I lift it up and under your nose, making you smell the potent cream before dabbing some on my finger. You start to whimper, knowing the sensation is about to come. I rub my fingers over your nipples, pulling and twisting, making sure the cream covers the entirety of your already red nipples. I sit back and take off my glove, enjoying the way your body arches and moans begging for some relief. Before long your moans start to come to a stop. Your face, your chin, a mess of a mix of wet and dry saliva. I slowly undo your gag. sliding it out and placing it out of the way. I come back, massaging your jaw, telling you it will need to be ready for when it takes my cock. Undoing the intricate rope work connecting you from the seat. I pick you up and put you on the bed. Giving you a moment to collect yourself, I wander to the toy box to gather more toys. Seeing you attempt to wipe the drool from your face, I smack your hands away with a gruff, leave it. Attaching the hands back to your ankles, I go a step further and wrap rope around your knees, connecting them to your neck. Every time you attempt to squirm away, the rope tightens around your neck, not cutting off your supply of oxygen, but just enough to let you know that you are not in control. That you won't be in control. Setting down in front of you, I run my hand across your pussy and your arse. Feeling that you are nice and wet I slide my hard cock in. Sliding in until my cock hits just the right spot, the spot I know your eyes roll to the back of your head. I begin to fuck you. Gripping your shoulders, I angle my hips at just the right angle, the angle I know you like, hitting your g spot time and time again. Just as you are about to come, I pull out. Leaving a small trail of my cum behind dripping out of your pussy. I tut and begin to push it back in. Your panting, breathless and a mess. But as I grin at you, you know there will be no sweet relief, no orgasm for you just yet. Moving away from you, I collect a new glove and the still open jar of tiger balm. Knowing it's no use, you close your mouth and await the sensations. I spread a small amount of tiger balm over your clit and the ring of your arse. Your back arches, tightening the rope around your neck and making you gasp. I watch and wait as you gain control of your breath. Rubbing circles over your legs and stomach with my hands. Murmuring words of praise. Once you have control, I attach clamps to your pussy lips, stretching and opening them wide. Exposing your clit, I blow a breath of air, instantly your pussy clenches. I groan. Knowing that your pussy would be feeling great clenching around my cock. But not yet. I'll be coming in your arse tonight. With your clit still exposed, I move around to the end of the bed, hovering over your mouth. I grab your shoulders and pull you back so your head tilts off the bed. I plunge my cock into your throat. Pulling out there is a trail of saliva adding to the mess you made earlier. I moan as my cock hits your throat. Telling you to relax your throat and to take a breath, I inch in slowly but determinedly. Pulling out I reach down and slap your exposed clit. You jerk, tightening the rope. I push back in and hold myself as deep as I can. I can feel your throat working on my cock. Squeezing it like it's the only place it's meant to be. Here, whilst in this position, your clit glistening with your juices. I begin to smack it. Forcing your throat to constrict around my cock with each smack. You're so close to cumming and so am I. But there will be no orgasms yet. I remind you. Pulling from your throat, I walk around and position myself where I want. I smother lube over you arse and my cock. You smile at me and I smile back at you. Pushing my cock into your arse. I go slowly, letting you adjust and relax around my cock. Soon I'm thrusting into your arse, feeling my orgasm approaching I clamp my fingers around your clit. Slightly using my fingernails to ensure your pain over rides your pleasure. I cum, filling your arse with my cum and once again marking you as mine. I pull out, leaving you panting, a mess and in need. Gabbing a wash cloth, I clean you up and untie you. Promising your orgasm in our next session.

12 January 2025

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She'd said she had always been in stable relationships, but had never found the sexual fulfilment and eroticism that she'd thought should be possible. She'd been adamant that she wanted an anonymous someone to fuck her, to allow her to let go in ways she'd never been able to do. More than that, she'd said she wanted to be restrained in some way, while having her senses turned off, reducing that external volume and allowing her the permissions she craved... the opportunities to both submit to this unknown male energy, and be carried away on the internal waves of sensation and energy coming from his work on her. And apparently she wanted it to be anonymous, for reasons she'd struggled to communicate to him. Was it a degree of misplaced embarrassment in polite society somewhere within her, he'd wondered, for wanting to be taken and used in such a way, and to such a degree? For a man's lust and dominant sexual force to overwhelm her, when she'd perhaps always felt expected to be a 'good' upstanding family girl, to conform outwardly to apparent societal expectations of appropriate behaviour? He hadn't been sure quite where these needs were coming from and hadn't explored this level of sexual expression himself to that degree, but he'd always known he wasn't abashed or averse to some of the kinks and fetishes that few seemed to discuss. Indeed he'd often found himself having such wildly erotic fantasies, from a young age, whilst masturbating, his vivid imagination painting wonderfully erotic scenes, strangely familiar to his psyche... while perhaps also feeling some of those societal expectations, whether real or imaginary, to conform to the apparent norm or to suppress such behaviours... to be a kind, good man who wouldn't possibly consider treating any woman in that manner. He'd never felt overly compelled to act on his fantasies with a partner, as he was aware that fantasy and reality were different beasts..at least to his conventional sensibilities. He'd certainly been highly aroused as she'd freely shared her wants, in just a couple of online interactions with him, and he'd started to think that maybe he would enjoy inflicting some of his own deeper desires on this unknown woman who seemed to be almost pleading for the experience. He'd logged on the next night and there she'd been again. More messages. More need. More requests for him to do this and that to her in such a particular way. He'd wondered whether she needed some sort of medieval gaoler to release her angst, rather than the mostly caring and gentle lover he'd been in much of his past experience... but it was almost a mirror of something lurking within him. Not knowing her background he'd been a little wary about where this need was coming from, as he was aware that some people could fall into a pattern of being drawn to repeating negative behaviours, in any number of potentially unhealthy forms of abuse. They'd continued chatting late into the night and he'd probed her for where this was coming from. She'd shared her photo, whilst saying she really didn't want to know what he looked like, as this was about a particular fantasy for her. So he'd known that she was a good decade younger than him. She'd explained that she had always been drawn to older men, from her first sexual experiences in her late teens, finding boys and then men her own age unfulfilling and lacking what she needed sexually, emotionally, intellectually. She'd been quick to say, in response to his questioning, that she'd not suffered abuse or difficulty growing up and that this was about her desire to put herself in a position where she would be forced to relinquish responsibilities, to have no choice but to submit the control of her body to another person... something she'd shared she was unable to do elsewhere in life, either through her early familial responsibilities, or, more recently, through a career in which she was expected to always be in charge. He'd felt satisfied that this wasn't anything damaging or unhealthy, at least if handled carefully. Indeed, potentially quite the opposite. He'd been able to understand those desires to a degree and his own latent sexual wants had responded, as they'd started to paint a picture of the scenario in text. This had quickly lead to her sharing her number and some fast and furious late night phone sex, as they'd discussed it further. He'd outlined the potential risks she was taking if with the wrong person and felt obligated to at least raise her awareness of those potentially dangerous situations. But she was an intelligent and capable woman who, at 35, claimed she knew the risks, felt she could trust him after their chatting, and that her choices weren't his responsibility. Besides, he'd known that she was likely safer with him than with God knows who else she might stumble across in these often shady online corridors, whilst looking for such an unusual encounter. He'd messaged her that he would accept her fantasy and that he would make arrangements, some of which would involve ordering some of the equipment he had in mind. They'd made plans for her to arrive in his town, 25km south of Hobart, on the Friday evening of the following week, 10 days away. He'd insisted that they both get a full sexual health check, that she was not to have any form of sexual contact with him, or anyone else, nor to masturbate, over that period, as he wanted her sexual energy peaking and her to be ripe for the plucking when she arrived. He'd heard her frustration at the wait but she agreed. Furthermore he'd decided to set her a preparatory task over that 10 days (something that had caught him by surprise when the thought had arisen in him, as he'd not generally taken this sort of approach in the past... but he'd decided to push forward as she was clearly wanting a strong experience, and this had the potential to be just that for them both). He'd asked if she was experienced with performing fellatio, and when she'd hesitated, he'd clarified it as giving a blow job. "Of course, I love doing that for partners" she'd happily replied. He'd gone further with the idea, though, focusing on the practice of deep throating, a term thrown around somewhat casually and jokingly in conversation at times, but that very few, in his experience, have the knowledge to perform safely and enjoyably for both participants. His description of the process had elicited a more hesitant response from her, as she'd admitted she'd not even realised it was possible to take the full length of a penis that way, outside of the sexually gymnastic stars of adult entertainment. Her task, then, he'd said, involved her experimenting with the strength of her gag reflex. He'd told her to follow her own pace but his suggestion was to spend 3 days gently probing towards the back of her throat with her fingers, getting an idea of her throat's reaction to that unusual sensation. He'd gone on to boldly instruct her that if she found herself managing the finger technique without too much difficulty, then she could advance to using something like a small zucchini in a condom or, even better, visit an adult store for a flexible dildo to slowly continue the technique with, until they met. Happily, as they'd touched base each evening over the following 10 days, she'd reported discovering that she apparently had only a minor gag reflex and had surprised herself by quickly progressing to being able to take much of the length of a soft silicone dildo into her throat without too much difficulty. As she'd progressed so easily, he'd quickly embellished her task, with suggestions for breathing techniques that allowed her to focus on breathing through her nose around the dildo as she slid it in and out of her throat, and to practice holding her breath for longer periods with it fully inserted. For his part, he'd quickly weighed up the potential myriad of ways to restrain her and settled on an easy compromise as an introduction, after looking at a couple of Australian BDSM catalogues online. A firm foam wedge made up of several pieces, to be arranged in various ways, with anchor points on the side for attaching both arm and leg restraints to. She'd said she particularly enjoyed being taken from behind, both vaginally and anally, and he'd felt this would likely put her in the perfect position to give him access, whilst being comfortable for both of them over an extended session. He'd bought the accompanying handcuffs, a mask that would allow her eyes to remain open, but in absolute darkness, a ball gag (that apparently induced drooling by forcing the mouth to remain open, as a further extension on sensation play) and finally, a 12 inch long, black suede flogger that he'd found amusingly like a scaled down idea of the historically feared cat o nine tails, minus the knots. As a last minute decision, he'd added a further surprise to his shopping cart, as a fun possibility to try. It was that simple. He'd had a rough idea of how it might play out in his mind, despite not having taken things to this level in the past, or even searching for ideas on what to try particularly... he'd thought it would be fun for them both to discover a path through this together, and he certainly didn't lack the imagination of what he might want to do to her. On some weird level he'd wanted to do this sort of thing sexually since approaching puberty and it had felt confusingly familiar, even at such an early prepubescent age. He'd started to discover his sexuality early, quite innocently stumbling across masturbation at around the age of eleven, along with this almost innate and extreme form of sexual imagery... far earlier than school friends who had seemed to discover their sexual awakenings years later. But life had taken an unusual course for him and he'd never really acted on those deep desires, or even gone on to have the breadth of sexual experience that was more mainstream, just not needing it in that form. He knew that he was a bit odd in that department and those unusual longings had stayed with him for almost forty years, perhaps simmering away below the surface. The gear had arrived mid the following week and he'd set the wedge up in the spare room on the futon, arranging the other items within easy reach, along with a few nicely scented candles around the room... chuckling to himself at the thought that a dungeon didn't have to smell too torturous. He'd also put in a few towels, some foam earplugs (as she'd asked to have that sense reduction too), a pair of heavy leather rigger's gloves and some natural lubricant that was made from kiwifruit extract and even smelled nice. All set on the Thursday, he'd found his sexual excitement rising in anticipation of the following day and their final, brief nightly phone call had been somewhat breathy for them both. Friday arrived and he'd had a further idea for perhaps heightening her experience. He'd texted her at work to tell her he'd decided that, rather than giving her his address, as they'd planned, she was to park in the local Woolworths carpark in the early winter darkness, to recline her seat and, with a simple sleep mask on, to wait for him to pick her up. He would knock 5 times, slowly, on her window so that she knew it was him. She'd texted back that the idea of this additional anonymity was making her even more wet at her desk, and that she was struggling to focus on her day's tasks. "Good to know" he'd replied with a grin. His afternoon had passed with his own excitement building, his body repeatedly responding to his train of thought, as he'd allowed ideas of which way he might guide their experience that night dance through his mind. Finally, after her quick message to say she was on her way, he'd lit the fire and awaited notification of the arrival of his quarry. 6pm on the dot she'd texted a brief "Here x" and he'd checked the fire was burning well in anticipation of the expected frosty night, before pulling the door closed and heading the kilometre or so to the car park. He'd told her to park at the end of the busy carpark nearest the petrol station and she'd said she would be in a dark grey VW Golf. He saw the car and his excitement was palpable, his pants feeling like they'd suddenly been vacuum sealed around his groin, as he parked next to her. He took a deep breath and climbed out of the car, slamming the door harder than he'd intended, in his aroused state. There she was, playing her part perfectly, reclined and apparently sleeping with a mask on in the driver's seat, nothing out of the ordinary to any passers-by that might have glanced through the windows. Her wavy shoulder length brunette hair spilling over the headrest and her skirted charcoal business suit slightly crumpled. He raised his fist and rapped a knuckle five times on the window, pausing for a second between each knock. Her head turned slightly towards the window and a second later her indicators flashed as she pressed the button to unlock her doors. He opened the driver's door and, more deeply than he'd expected, his excitement affecting his vocal cords, said "Hello, young lady. Are you ready for me to help you out and into my car?" She replied with a slightly wavering and strained "Hello. Yes please." and he could see that she was quivering like a taut bow string. He wanted to allay her nervousness somehow, but also felt it might take some of that excitement away from her if he was too comforting, so he gently reached for her hand, feeling her jump at that first contact. He guided her up and out of her car, shutting the door behind her before opening his front passenger door and ushering her in. He shut the door gently behind her and moved around the front of his car, watching this young woman sit blindfolded and upright, not for the first time raising his eyebrows at the thought of what they were doing. He climbed in and started the car, before realising her car wasn't locked. "Don't forget to lock your car" he said gently. She again gave a nervous "Oh yes. Thank you." He started back up the hill, wondering what to say in this rarest of situations. While they'd talked plenty in that preceding 10 days or so, the air was suddenly heavily pregnant with sexual tension and nerves. He blurted out "So Darling, how was work!?" Fortunately it hit the right spot, with her laughing "You have no idea!! Clients and colleagues have been giving me funny looks and asking if I'm okay all day! I couldn't tell them that my panties were wet through and making a mess on my thighs, or that I could barely think straight for being so turned on, so I said that I thought I might have a cold coming on! I was leaking that much, I was worried about it showing through my skirt and making a mess on my chair!" And the nerves were gone, replaced by the comfort they'd shared in discussing all this on the phone. "That sounds like a quite a fun day for you," he laughed. "And we're only just getting to the business end of it". "I can't wait," she breathed "I was so nervous driving here and wondered if I could still do this, or whether I should turn around! But I'm here!" she smiled. "Good girl. We ARE going to do this" he rumbled and gave her leg a gentle squeeze, which elicited a breathless squeak of affirmation from her. He felt her thigh quiver under his palm... They'd agreed from the start, at her request, that they wouldn't even use names for this first anonymous experience as it heightened her leap into the unknown... if it moved forwards into something ongoing then they'd obviously get to know each other, but this was about the raw sexual experience and being forced to surrender to that uncomplicated energy, as she'd repeatedly said she felt she needed. "We're only 30 seconds from my place now." he said. "Once we get there, I'll slip into that slightly less personal role that you asked me for, barking orders and steering you where I want you to go." "Oh God yes," she replied with an audible yearning. "Please." The tires crunched down the gravel and he pulled up by his front door, killing the engine. He sat there for a moment, allowing the sudden silence to wrap around them, his heart beating powerfully, a heat rising up in him. She barely moved a muscle and he could almost feel the waves of heat emanating from her too. Without a word he climbed out, shutting the door behind him and walking around to open her door, lit by the outdoor house light. "Out" he said firmly, feeling a twinge of the unfamiliar at talking to a woman like this. "Yes Sir" she quickly replied, which slightly caught him by surprise. "From this point on, until I release you, you're to listen closely to my instructions and do EXACTLY as I say, do you understand? he said, quietly but with force. "Oh yes Sir, I will try my best" she said in a voice heavy with emotion. "Tell me what you'll do" he ordered "EXACTLY what you tell me to" she replied, quick as a flash "Good girl." he rewarded her. "Now, take 3 steps forwards. STOP. Turn 90 degrees to your right. STOP. You've turned too far. That WILL need correcting." "Sorry Sir" she murmured and started to rotate back. "STOP MOVING" he bellowed immediately, not caring if his neighbours heard. She paled, not saying a word as she stood there, her nervous exhalations steaming from her parted lips in the cold night air. "I WILL apply some discipline to you if you continue to make mistakes like that." He growled harshly in her right ear. "Nod if you understand." She immediately nodded vigorously. He'd moved up right behind her as she stood, blindfolded in his rural driveway. He reached around either side of her, careful not to touch her with his body, before clamping his hands tightly around her waist, twisting her back the few degrees she'd over-rotated. She gasped at the sudden, heavy contact and he couldn't resist stepping in and allowing her to feel his hardness pushing against her from behind, through his straining pants. His hands still on her hips, he felt her noticeably tremble and sink slightly. Is that what they call going weak at the knees, he smiled to himself, as her body sagged back into his slightly. He was feeling so sexually charged it was hard to register his own thoughts and he had to shake his head to focus on leading her inside. "Take 4 steps forward. NOT THREE. NOT FIVE. FOUR" he barked at her "How many steps are you going to take, convict?" "FOUR SIR" she answered loudly. "CORRECT!" he blasted "WELL?? MOVE!!" She gingerly walked forwards, completely blind under her sleep mask, stopping on the fourth. "You are TRYING MY PATIENCE, woman." he snapped. "Sorry sir" she whimpered quietly. "WHAT!?" he continued, warming to this unfamiliar dynamic "STOP MUMBLING!" "SORRY SIR" she repeated with volume "You are to navigate the three steps up in front of you to the front door" he growled "If you make ANOTHER mistake, I will rip your clothes off and give you the heaviest of floggings as soon as we are inside, bent over a chair and marking you as a reminder to please me. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND!?" "Yes Sir." she gulped. "MOVE!" he commanded her. She tentatively lifted her right foot forwards until her toes found the step and she lifted and placed her sole onto the first wide step, bringing her left foot up to follow suit. "FASTER!" he barked, finding himself feeling unexpectedly further aroused by his control and her obsequious replies. She repeated the process more quickly now for the remaining two steps, his hands tight on her hips, his fingers digging in, locking her in a straight line. "STOP" he bawled as he reached for the key and opened the door. The pleasant blanket of heat from inside drifting over them in the cold night air. He looked up and realised that the sky was as clear as he could ever remember seeing it and he guessed it was his senses sharpening with all this sexual energy flowing through him. He noticed a glorious full moon rising on the eastern horizon and remembered reading that there was to be a once in 10 years Blue Moon that month. He smiled at the portentousness of it being that particular night. "Take FOUR steps forwards and THEN turn 90 degrees" he continued, as he placed his hands back on her hips roughly. "DON'T FUCK THIS UP!" She nodded demurely and carefully stepped over the threshold into his house. "Wait there. Don't move until you're called" he ordered once she was inside, slamming the door with a bang and turning the key in the deadlock. She jumped and he saw her take a deep fluttering breath in response, knowing she was now locked inside his domain. "I will, sir" she replied obediently, head dipped in submission He then moved around her and down the hall, flicking lights to the spare room, lighting the candles and looking at the scene with satisfaction. It looked functional and erotic, a place of potential pain and pleasure... freedom, perhaps, from the everyday pressures for the next couple of hours. He turned back and looked at her facing towards him along the hall, oblivious behind her sleeping mask, hands fiddling in front of her... anxious or perhaps restlessly excited by the sexual energy coiled inside her, waiting to be unleashed. "Walk forwards." he commanded her, the sound loud in the enclosed space. "Stop. Now turn 90 degrees to your left and step into your dungeon, with a further 2 steps until your shins are touching the futon" He stepped in close behind her again once she'd done as he instructed, the French Vanilla scent of the candles beginning to fill the room. This time, as she felt his hardness against her buttocks, he put his mouth to her left ear and whispered darkly "I'm going to take you while we're in here, in every way you can imagine, force you open, explore you, mark you and fill every inch of you. No one can save you from that now. No one will hear your screams. No one knows where you are. You need to please me. You will only be freed after I've forced you to FULLY satisfy me." She groaned deeply, grinding backwards through her skirt against his throbbing manhood. "Please," she whispered back longingly. "Please, please do that to me Sir" He lightly kissed her earlobe, before allowing the tip of his tongue and warm breath to dance inside her ear, causing her to shiver and emit another, more desire-laden groan. He took her lobe between his teeth, clenching down to leave a bite mark. "Please Sir, don't hurt me, I'll be good" She breathed. "I'll be the decider of that" he murmured as he continued rolling her ear lobe between his teeth, lightly running his hands up her flanks to cup her heavy breasts through her blouse. She was starting to pant and he noticed his own breathing was not dissimilar. He stepped back, causing a slight note of disappointment from her throat, and reached for the padded blindfold. Flicking the light switch off, he said "I want you to keep your eyes tightly shut and remove your sleeping mask, holding it out in front of you. I will give you a more substantial mask to put back on. A mask that you can open your eyes behind once fitted. Is that clear?" "Very clear Sir, thank you" her eager reply, as she lifted the sleeping mask from her face and held it in front of her. He paused and stepped close in front of her, she looked so trusting and vulnerable, innocent even, that he couldn't resist a sudden urge. Whispering "Keep those eyes closed tight." He leaned in and very gently kissed first her right eyelid and then her left, feeling her eyeballs fluttering underneath his lips, before lightly trailing his lips down and brushing her own, which immediately parted... and she sighed, as he was no longer there. He took the mask from her and placed the one he'd chosen in her hands. She fitted it and let out an expressionful "Wow! My eyes are open and it's absolutely pitch black, so much better than with them closed!" "Sir!" she added as an afterthought with a smirk. He smiled at her reaction, but took her chin between thumb and forefinger, sternly saying "From this point on you may make all the noises you like, you may shake or nod your head in reply, but you will only speak when spoken too. You are solely here for my pleasure, to be used by me. Is that clear? "Oh yes Sir, sorry Sir" her demure response. He flicked the soft overhead light back on. "I want you to slowly undress, while I run my eyes over you, inspecting you before I place you on my torture rack. I want you to start from the top and work down, holding each article of clothing out in front, for me to take from you. You're not to flinch or stop if you sense me close or touching you at any point. You are mine to do with as I please." She nodded and began removing her suit jacket. He took it from her outstretched hands and put it on a hanger in the open cupboard. She took a shuddering, deep, breath and began unbuttoning her blouse...

11 January 2025

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