Ever since I was quite young, the thought of sex involving pee has been a turn on for me, and some of my many lovers over the years have thought the same. The idea of holding on, holding it in until that bursting feeling starts to sting, and it can no longer be held in…….. the thought of you being so desperate to go-crossing your legs and rubbing yourself to relieve the pressure, but all the stimulation getting your juices flowing and getting you hotter…… Mostly I have been turned on by the idea of you exploding over me…..over my body, my hard cock, my face….into my mouth so I can drink all the warm salty pungent juices from your pussy….but lately some girls have spoken to me of being excited by the idea of a guy peeing on them- over their breasts and peeing hard onto their clit….one girl even said she was very turned on by the idea of a guy peeing inside her ass as he fucked it! I have been lucky enough to have a few encounters involving this…. I was 19 and worked at a small pizza restaurant. There was another waitress who worked there. She was older, nearly 30, and very hot in that raven-haired Italian way. She had magnificently huge breasts and a pert but curvy ass. She was very flirtatious, and one evening, when she had found out that I liked to smoke, she invited me back to her place to hang out. Well, after we had had a few drinks and a smoke and become a little giggly she mentioned that she loved massages, and I offered her one. Lying on the bed, she removed all of her clothes except her outrageously sexy bra and panties. As she lay down on her stomach, she reached back and undid her bra. I could see her generous orbs spill out and as she lay flat, the curves of her breasts protruded out to each side ….I was aching to touch them. I poured some oil on my hands and rubbed it across her shoulders and down her back. She moaned in a way that could not be mistaken as innocent. I rubbed her back sensually and lightly ran my fingers across the top of her panties. I slid one finger under the elastic and she drew in a sharp breath and arched her back. I dragged the panties down across her ample ass and rubbed in the oil. As my hands stretched across her cheeks a heady smell arose from her pussy. I rubbed down her inner thigh, applying gentle pressure. She responded by squirming a little and parting her legs some more. I took her panties right down and she arched her ass right into the air. I licked her bottom and let my tongue wander down her crack and onto her assshole- she pushed back, grinding up and down. I lowered my head a little and started to taste her pussy from behind. She was shaven and smooth- this was the first girl I’d ever been with who was bald- it was so silky sensuous. I probed deep into her pussy with my tongue and then flicked it gently over her clit, spreading her cheeks with both my hands. She pulled away and turned over, pulling me up to kiss her face. I had pussy juice all over my face and she licked it off moaning “mmmmm…god that tastes good!” We kissed deeply then I moved down to her breasts that I had been admiring for so long. I was fascinated and turned on to find she had inverted nipples…She loved them being sucked, and when I sucked on them long enough they poked out- that got me very hot. Then she pushed my head down between her thighs and moaned as I started to lick her clit. I was still playing with her nipples, but brought my hand down to play with the opening of her hot pussy. I just began by playing around the very opening of her hole- she reached down and pushed my finger in. I rubbed against the inside of her pubic bone and then my finger reached deeper inside her, pushing against her bladder… She was squirming as she breathed “oh….shit…..stop……gimme a minute...I’m going to have to go pee” She sat up and was about to go when I kissed her hard. “Do you have to go?” She giggled, “Yeah- unless you want me to pee all over you!”…..there was a pause as I looked at her cheekily and held onto her wrist tighter…. “Really?” she seemed surprised, but not offended- perhaps a bit curious. “You want me to do it ON you…?” “….Would you?” “I guess”, she said, ”I’ve never done it before..” She kissed me hard and grabbed my hard cock. She ran the tip of her tongue along it and then lay back. “Lick me again- that was good” she said as she spread her legs and pushed my head into her crotch. She ground her hips into my face and I pressed down gently with my hand just above her pubic bone making her squirm. “Fuck, I really can’t hold on any longer,” she said in reaction. She held my head back and paused... “You really want me to....?” “Oh god yes” I begged. “Alright....hold on...” I waited expectantly as she seemed lost in concentration. After several seconds she said, “That’s weird, I really need to go, but I can’t with you there.” “Maybe if you squatted above me,” I said, “like when you’re on the loo” “I’ll give it a go,” she said and she climbed over me, squatting above me facing my erect cock. She leaned forward so I had a beautiful view of her pussy and ass. Her breathing slowed as she seemed to concentrate, and I held my breath in anticipation. Her pussy flexed a tiny bit, and a trickle dribbled down the side of her labia and trickled onto my face. I licked the warm liquid from my above my lip and waited as she began a stream that splashed all over my face. I moved myself so that the stream would be directed right into my mouth and felt my mouth fill up with her warm juice as I wiped my stinging eyes so I could see this wickedly sexy sight. Just the sound of it hissing out and tinkling as it filled up my mouth turned me on tremendously, but the sight of the hard straight jet of pee squirting out of her was the most erotic thing I could imagine. I swallowed a mouthful of her hot pee, and then pushed against her ass, sliding myself up so I could get a better view and watched as the stream splashed across my chest. She squatted down and pressed herself against my chest so I could no longer see, but could only feel the jet squirting and the seemingly endless flood spreading out across my chest and spilling down my sides into small pools on the sheets. She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth, lifting her ass up as she did so to show me the last remaining drops dribbling from her glistening pussy. I grabbed her around her thighs and pulled her back into my face, burying my head in the musty hotness of her pussy. She pushed back hard and then sat up, grinding herself into my face. “Fuck....I’m cumming,” she moaned as she arched her back and moaned louder, pushing her ass and pussy so hard into my face it hurt. After a moment she rolled off me onto the soaking sheets and panted “well that was interesting- I didn’t think I’d enjoy it that much” She looked around at the swamp-like bed and muttered, “shit- what a mess!” The night went on for many hours and I had a few other encounters with this lady and two others over the years.... What about you? Does the thought of the sound of an urgent stream, the warm wet feel, the urgency and release, even the heady, strong salty smell and taste turn you on.....?

31 March 2010

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Introduction: A restaraunt manager tries to make a customers night pleasant but ends up giving him better service than she ever imagined. The restaurant was only half full. I had expected better of a Thursday night, we were turning people back this time last week. I survey the tables making sure that my waitresses were not missing anything. I had managed the French restaurant for almost a year now and I prided myself on the service that my guests received. Kate, one of my best waitresses, storms past me, muttering angrily to herself. Kate was normally friendly and hard working. It was unusual for her to be in a mood. She turns to me, flushed, and says “The guy on table 4 is a wanker.” She slams down the glasses that she had been carrying and repeats herself “WANKER.” Normally I wouldn’t put up with my staff bitching about the clientele but then again, normally Kate wouldn’t. There was a very good chance that the guy on table 4 was a wanker. Monica, a shy girl who had only just started with me, nodded slightly but was not brave enough to voice her opinion. I sigh and look over to table 4. The man sitting there was tall with dark hair, impeccably dressed and absolutely screamed of arrogance. Arrogance also points towards money and money kept this restaurant running. I look around the tables again. It was not busy and everything else seemed under control. Looking back at the handsome man I made a decision “Alright Kate, I will take over on table 4… PROVIDING that you lighten up a bit! You’ll scare people off with that face on!” I was doing Kate a favour but, to be completely honest, there was something very attractive about the man on table 4. Even from across the room you could feel his self assured presence. Kate managed a slight smile and thanked me “You’ll see though! He really is horrible!” It had been a while since I had served tables personally. It was almost a bit of fun to get back on the floor again. I straighten my skirt so that it sat snugly on my hip and with my best smile on, walk over to my new customer. He sees me coming and looks up from the menu without a smile in return. “Finally!!” he says, pursing his lips, apparently annoyed at the almost non-existent wait on service. “I’ll have the steak. Rare.” Well, I can see where Kate was coming from. It took all my will power to keep myself smiling. “Of course, Sir. Would you like another drink?” Instead of answering, he quite blatantly begins to look me up and down. His eyes wandered over my full breasts past my small waist and then down my long legs. “Are you my waitress for the night?” he asks. “Yes, sir” I reply “I will be taking care of you this evening so if there is anything you need just let me know.” I turn and walk off. I can feel his eyes watching my arse swing as I walk away. What a wanker! I had felt like a piece of meat when he had looked me over. Nothing more than something he could buy in a shop. Why had I told Kate that I would take over for her!? The mans attitude did not improve as the night continued. He ogled my breasts at every opportunity but was nothing but rude to me as I tried my best to keep him happy. I was glad when it came time for me to count up as the girls looked after the last of the customers. The man was settled in with his coffee and did not look like he was ready to leave. It would take me half an hour to finish up so for now I could leave him where he was. I looked over to Kate “He is a wanker! But you be nice to him! If you have any trouble come and get me.” I walk off to the office to start the end of night procedure. I was almost feeling relaxed when Kate stormed into the office. “Everyone else is gone, Steph, except for table 4. He just won’t leave! I took him his bill but he hasn’t even look at it!” She was flushed again, this man really rubbed her the wrong way! “Anyway,” she continued “Mon and I have finished our shift.” I roll my eyes. “OK Kate, don’t get worked up. Is everything else done?” Kate nods aggressively. “We are all finished.” Oh, jeezz… I was going to have to deal with that wanker again. “OK, you girls can go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I return from the office with Kate. Everything was done but the man was still on table 4, nursing his coffee. Monica and Kate rushed out of the door shouting there goodbyes, relieved to be finished for the night. I walk over to my last customer, steeling myself. Again he looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts. It was like he wanted to take them in his hands and nuzzle them. I blush slightly at the thought and feel my groin warm slightly. He was very good looking and the sheer force of his arrogance was a bit overwhelming. “Was everything to your liking, sir?” He nods, puts down his coffee and stands. “Your service was wonderful. You are a very good host.” Well, at least he was happy. I notice he is standing closer to me than I would normally feel comfortable with. He was built well and was even more attractive up close. He stroked my arm, shocking me with his touch. “But I was wondering if you could service me a little more.” He reached his hand behind my head, pulling me towards me and starts to kiss me passionately. I can’t help but respond to his advance. My nipples instantly became hard. He wasted no time in beginning to unbutton my top. The breasts that he had been watching all night were suddenly on display. He reaches into my bra, taking my left breast in his hand, his fingers playing with my nipple. My right breast soon gets the same treatment. I am almost unbearable turned on. I have not had any action for a long time and the way this man has taken control has been intoxicating. “I don’t think this is appropriate, Sir” I manage to breathe, barely keep myself in control of my body. “I think it is appropriate.” He smirked down at me, “The customer is always right. Have you ever heard that expression?” He continues to unbutton my top until it is loose and he pulls it off my leaving me in the middle of my restaurant in only my bra. This does not last very long as he reaches behind, probing my mouth with his tongue and removes the last obstacle to my tits. His hands grasp at my breasts, paying particular attention to my nipples, which are painfully hard. Every touch of my nipples creates a ripple of desire in my cunt. “Take off your skirt” he orders me. I blanch slightly at the command but my body betrays me. I am hot and wet from my nipples being so wonderfully caressed. I unzip my skirt and allow it to fall to the ground. His hand slides into my panties and finds my swollen clitoris. The lightest touch makes me quiver before him. The dark street seems empty at the moment but at any time a passerby could come past and witness this scene. He slowly uses his other hand to take my last garment away from me, sliding my panties down to my ankles. With complete confidence he roughly picks me up and sits me on the bar, opening my legs with his body. One finger enters me, finding me wet and welcoming. I moan in desire, hardly remembering what I had thought of this man a few minutes before. “Oh God,” I moan and this encourages him to spread me wider and enter me with a second finger. I continue to moan softly as I allow his fingers further and further into me. He is nibbling at my nipples at the same time, slowly changing from one side to another. Behind him I can see out of the large windows into the street. On the other side if the street a drunk couple pass by but seem not to notice the naked woman being pleasured on the bar. I can hardly stand the pleasure and sharply say “Oh, I think I’m going to come.” I am burning with desire and can’t wait to release myself. Quickly he pulls me down off the bar, kissing me again. “Not yet,” he says. I can feel his penis hard beneath his trousers. He puts some pressure on my shoulders, lost in my lust I kneel down before him. A moment later his rock hard penis is in his hand in front of my face. Grabbing the back of my head again he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag slightly as his cock chokes me, filling my mouth and beginning to enter my throat. I try and pull back but his strong hands held my head in place as he thrust his cock in and out of my warm, defenceless mouth. Now it was his turn to moan in pleasure, “Oh, good girl!” He thrusts into my mouth again his shaft wet with my saliva. “You really do give great service!” He thrusts once more into my mouth, so far that his cock ends up deep in my throat, his balls dangling down to my chin. His moan of pleasure was combined with spasms from his cock. He was enjoying using me, quickly becoming more and more excited. I whimper slightly as he fucks my mouth, imagining someone I know walking past and seeing me naked on my knees in my restaurant with some stranger’s cock being given a thorough blow job. His hand was still holding my head in place but for some reason the helplessness of my situation was making me even wetter. He had no thought for me as he used my mouth to pleasure himself but my cunt was still aching from the attention it had received earlier. My juices were making my inner thighs wet and my fingers found themselves drawn to my swollen clitoris. I played with myself without even thinking about it, my fingers putting pressure on my clitoris as I rubbed myself making myself even wetter. I moan even as my customers cock spasms inside my mouth. He moans again and I can feel that he is ready to come. “Oh, you are very good at this,” my customer says, breathing heavily. “I think you are going to get the opportunity to drink my cum!” I allow my fingers to enter my wet pussy and they are instantly swallowed, my juices beginning to run slowly down my hand. He has reached the pinnacle of his pleasure and both hands pull my face towards him as he enters me for the last time, coming hard into my mouth. His cum enters my mouth with a huge amount of force and as I taste the saltiness of his semen he lets his head fall back, a huge smile playing on his lips. “Oh, yes, that was fantastic.” His hands do not release my head until I swallow his cum down, all the while I continue to play with my hot pussy. The man steps away from me, watching me rub my clitoris even while two fingers are pulling in and out of my cunt. “Well, this is great”, he says with a laugh, “You are even going to service yourself.” I feel humiliated as he zips himself up and straightening his belt but I am dying to cum and my body won’t allow me to stop the sweet caressing. My naked breasts bounce slightly against my chest as my hips grind my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy. All the while I am on my knees before the customer, teetering on the edge of an orgasm as I touch myself. He reaches into his pocket and draws out his wallet. He leafs through it carelessly, his eyes not leaving the show playing out before him. I suddenly feel my nipples contract and with a moan that is almost a scream I cum, hard. My fingers are still inside my pussy as it contracts and ripples. For a moment, I am in ecstasy. I instantly feel drained as I come to my senses again and realise my situation. I look over to the large windows facing onto the street. A middle age man has stopped by the right end of the windows and has just watch me masturbate on my knees. My attention is drawn back to my customer as he pulls a wad of bills from his wallet and throws them down onto the nearest table. “I think you’ll find a nice, healthy tip for yourself in there,” he says winking at me. With that he picks up his coat, turns on his heels and walks out, leaving me alone, naked and suddenly feeling terribly cheap.

14 March 2010

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perhaps you'd enjoy this wet experience... It is the afternoon on a warm late summer day, and you hear a knock on the door. You're expecting me, but we haven't met before. You open the door, "Hey there- come in" You lead me into the lounge room. "Would you like a drink?" "Sure," I reply,"If your having one" We settle into small talk and find out a bit more about each other. After a while you begin to squirm a little in your seat. At first I ignore it, but as it continues and gets more obvious I feel a warming in my crotch. "Are you ok?" I ask, "You seem a little uncomfortable." "No, it's ok- i had a couple of drinks before you came and ...well..I guess I'm a bit full.." I take the hint and slide onto the couch next to you and go in to kiss you. As our tongues caress and get to know each other I reach down to just above your waistline and apply gentle pressure. You squirm and have a sharp intake of breath. "Careful!" you breathe. "Sorry...should we go to your room?" I ask. "hmmmm....probably better" you murmer. You take my hand and lead me down the hall to your room, wiggling your hips with mild urgency. The curtains are drawn and the room is in low light, but I notice you have towels spread out on the bed. You lead me over to the bed and we kiss standing up. Both of our breathing is getting deeper and faster. You reach down and feel my member growing and moving in my pants. You squeeze and i moan slightly. You unbutton my fly and drag my cock out. you lightly run your fingers up and down the shaft as I continue kissing you, moving down your neck behind your ear breathing heavily. My tongue drags across your neck and throat as I cup your breast in my hand, feeling out your nipple and squeezing it as it becomes erect. I slide my hand under your t-shirt and circle my fingers around your breast, lightly tickling the side of your breast close to your armpit and then spiralling under and then in towards your nipple- rubbing and then lightly pinching it- pulling it out to me and then laying my palm hard againgst your breast as you squeeze my cock hard. You raise my t-shirt and pinch my pierced nipple which makes me gasp. you lower your head and take it in your mouth, licking and biting it. You drop down slowly, your tongue trailing down my stomach to my cock- licking along the length of it and taking it in your mouth while i groan in pleasure. I lift your face back up to mine and kiss you again, tasting my own musty scent. I turn you around and lay you down on the bed, peeling off your pants and panties as you arch your back. Yor take off your tshirt as i step out of my jeans and I kneel down next to the bed moving your knees apart so that I can see how wet your pussy has become. The warm, heady smell envelops me as i spread your lips with my fingers and flick the tip of my tongue on the top of your clit and then press down my whole tongue over it. My tongue moves from your clit down to your hole, licking and sucking your lips and swirling down to your ass and i spread your cheeks as i slide it deep into your asshole "Oh..." you moan, and as I flick back over your clit and then delve my tongue back into your wet warm hole and swirl it firmly around, you pull my head back and cheekily say- "Careful- you're likely to make me cum if you keep that up...you're in danger of getting rather wet." "Oh god yes!" I say as I dive my head back between your thighs and firmly lick across the top of your pussy as my finger begins to gently probe the top of the opening that seems to dilate as my finger moves around. I probe deeper and press up towards yor g.spot as i gently press down with my other hand just above your pubic bone. This makes you squirm and you gasp "oh, hang on, i wont be able to hold on if you do that" "Don't then" i reply as i continue to increase the pressure in a pulsing motion. You arch your back, squirming and moaning.... "Oh, fuck!" you exclaim as you let go of a long jet of hot liquid. I take my fingers out and hold your thighs apart as i bring my face close to drink your warm juices... "mmmmm....god that's good" i gasp between gulps as you writhe and catch your breath......... There's so much more to this story....and so many possible deviations - respond or get in touch if you'd like to hear more Thanks

7 February 2010

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I met a woman on line who lived in Brisbane. Gina was a tall statuesque woman in her early 40s. She had a good figure with large tits. She sent photos that showed an ample cleavage, she told me she was trimmed and loved to be dominated. Domestic discipline was her thing and not heavy B&D. She had apparently gone that far once and decided she did not like it. We arranged to meet. I was going to be staying at the Marriott and we were to meet for dinner in the restaurant there and then ....................... We met in the bar. She was a very striking woman. She knew how to accentuate her best assets and wore a low cut dress that pushed up her breasts and showed plenty of cleavage. She was not beautiful but attractive and striking. Her tits grabbed my attention. After the preliminary kiss on each cheek “how are you?” etc, we settled for a drink in a quiet corner before dinner. One of the first things I asked was her confirmation to a request in an email I had sent. “Are you wearing panties?” “No, sir.” Was the reply. My cock started a slow creep forward! I explained that I found it incredibly erotic to know that the woman I was with had no panties on. She also confirmed that she was wearing stockings and suspenders and no bra. That had not been a request but could not have been a more perfect choice as far as I was concerned. At dinner we talked about previous sexual experiences and generally horny conversation ensued. She said that she liked to be spanked and licked and loved fingers in her cunt and on her clit. Whilst fucking was always a pleasure she felt it was not the be-all-and-end -all of sex for her. A warmed ass and “a well licked and fingered cunt” gave her huge satisfaction. She loved to suck cock and see a cock cum This was definitely my kind of woman. We were seated side by side on a bench seat and the table was covered with a long white table cloth. So nobody could see below our table. Half way through the meal as she was telling me a horny story my hand started to slowly stroke up her leg. She was wearing a skirt that was split up one side and was very visually exciting when she stood up. When seated it meant ready access to the stockinged leg next to me and the flesh between stocking top and cunt that always feels so warm and inviting. My hand progressed up the leg to the flesh and beyond. The wispy pubic hair brushed delectably against my finger tips. I moved onto to her clit and she made a sharp intake of air; trying not to show her feelings to the whole restaurant. But she certainly responded and merely looked me straight in the eyes and smiled an enigmatic smile at me then dropped her eyes in a submissive manner. I progressed beyond her clit to her slit and, as I suspected, she was soaking wet. I slid a finger into her which brought forth another sharp intake of air. She leant across to me and whimpered in my ear: “I could cum now, please.” “Really?” I asked. “Yes” she breathed and promised nobody would notice. I inserted 2 fingers and my thumb started to circle her clit. Sure enough she soon moved her hips forward and upwards, smiled at me and again looked demurely down and closed her eyes for the fraction of a second longer than a normal blink. She leant across and asked me gently: “Please remove your hand, sir. I cannot take any more here without creating a terrible scene.” Whilst we had not yet finished our main course, that was my cue to order the cheque ASAP and leave. I signed the bill and we went for the lift hand in hand. As soon as we got in the lift she threw me against the wall and stuck her tongue half way down my throat. My hand flew to the slit on her dress and 2 fingers instantly disappeared into her cunt. I am pretty much certain that had the lift had another 2 more floors to go then she would have had her second orgasm of the night. But it stopped at our floor as she was just on the verge. We rushed from the lift, down the corridor and into my room. It was a fairly large room with a king sized bed. Very elegant hotel the Marriott and perfect for an evening with a new woman. She spotted my computer on the desk which had been deliberately left on with a wonderfully pornographic image set as the desk top. I really didn’t care if room service had come in and turned down the beds. In fact I rather liked the idea that some foreign maid might play with herself as she spotted the image. I grabbed Gina and kissed her hard and deep. But she pulled away and said she wanted to go to the bathroom and prepare herself. She told me to make myself comfortable and “get out of those clothes for God’s sake.” She exited and I did as I was told. I undressed and put a spanking DVD into the computer and let it play without sound. I also put lube, condoms hand cream by the bed and a leather belt that I felt would be needed later. Gina came out and she did look awesome. She had put her long hair up, was wearing white suspenders and beige stockings. Her full tits stood up well with little sag and the nipples were standing out fully erect. Or I thought “fully”. I soon found out they had more growing to do! She had a wispy fine light brunette haired bush. Neatly trimmed and it looked as if she may have just combed it! She walked towards me and said in a very husky voice: “I have been a bad girl.” She then dropped on her knees in front of me and kissed my hardening cock and licked my balls. Then she dropped her head onto her chest and stared at the floor. I told her to look up and watch the computer. She did as she was told and her eyes became transfixed on this extraordinarily pretty bottom being caned. The girl was bent over a table with her legs spread so it was easy to see her wet lips and she yelped each time the cane struck. It was not a thrashing but enough to redden her arse and leave a few stripes. Gina was absolutely transfixed and could not take her eyes off the screen. I was now fully hard and went in front of her and slapped her face a few times with my cock. “On your feet and bend over this chair and spread your legs” I ordered. I brought a high backed chair in front of the computer so that she could watch the punishment. She bent over spread her legs and I delved my fingers into her cunt. She was sopping wet. I told her that she was allowed to cum before her punishment as she had waited so patiently all thorough dinner and only had been rewarded with one orgasm. I frigged 2 fingers in and out of her cunt and inserted another in her ass. (She had told me that she liked anal stimulation but not arse fucking.) Also my thumb was on her clit. I love using just one hand and all digits to attack 3 erogenous zones. The other hand was able to reach around and start pulling on the nipples. They grew even more under my fingers twisting and pulling them. I put my cock against the crack of her ass and dry humped her. It did not take long for her to cum and her juices were quite literally running down my hand. After she had finished I made her stand up and lick my fingers clean which she did with great relish. She asked if she could suck me and I told her “no”. I did not want her to make me cum yet as I wanted to make sure that she had a full number of cums, a beating and whatever else we decided before I spurted cum on her. I was incredibly horny and turned on and felt that I would cum too soon if I was not very careful. Recovery time for me can vary, sometimes hardly any is needed but another times half an hour to an hour. So I wanted to be in peak condition when I eventually let her have my cum. I went and sat on the edge of the bed and told her to go over my knee. She obeyed and her finger tips and toes were just able to touch the floor. I wanted her to be able to wank herself if necessary so I made sure she was able to reach her pussy if so ordered her to do so. She could just get to her clit but had to adjust her balance. This magnificent arse was now presented to me. I pulled her cheeks part so I had a good view of her puckered arsehole and also her puffy pussy lips. Her cunt was still juicy and she was almost trembling in anticipation. I took some hand cream and poured a few blows onto each cheek and massaged it in a little. Then without warning a hard slap to her right, then left, then right cheek and she jumped and yelped with pain. They were not particularly hard slaps but the shock was enough to make her yelp like a puppy. I then really laid into her arse which got redder with each slap. She was squirming on my knees and was obviously very sexed up. I would stroke her slit in between slaps and she was soaking. But did not cum again. Mostly because I did not play with her too long. Just some soothing stroking of her wet slit. We continued between slapping and stroking for about 15 minutes. She was now quite desperate to cum. I told her she could wank herself and her left hand flew to her cunt. Straight onto her clit and a frantic wanking of her very protruded clit as I continued to beat her with my palm. Now my cock was also ready to explode and she had it trapped between by stomach and her waist and it felt fantastic. She then came and it has been the only time I have seen a woman actually cum. A short but direct jet came from her cunt; she came so hard I thought she might faint. She swiftly followed up with another cum and then another. 3 orgasms in almost instant succession whilst I continued to slap her arse. My strokes were now very hard and she really loved it. I asked if it was too hard and she said “No. Please don’t stop”. So being the gentleman that I am; I continued. But my hand was now starting to hurt! Time for a different tactic. I asked if she wanted more and would she keep cuming. “Yes.” Was the immediate answer. I told her to get off my knee and stand up. She did, albeit slowly. I told her to stand in front of me. She did. I leaned forward and licked her tits. They were so full and I had determined that I was going to tit fuck her and give her a pearl necklace as the way I would cum. First I wanted some attention. Onto her knees in front of me and a gentle licking of my balls, a finger in my ass and a gently licking and sucking of my shaft. I wanted her to go on and on but stopped her after only a few minutes as I had decided not to cum in her mouth but on her face as I tit fucked her. I told her to stop and lie face down on her belly. I put 2 pillows under her lower stomach / groin so her arse was raised up. I pulled her legs apart so I had a good view of her pussy. Then I got behind her and licked her ass and cunt. Gentle lapping at her like a cat. She moaned and groaned and I realised that I could make her cum. This time she was not violent as she orgasmed, just gently moaned and gently came in my mouth and she tasted delicious. Then as soon as I knew she had finished I jumped up and grabbed the belt and laid a hard strap across her cheeks. She screamed and jumped. Mostly because she had not expected it. Too hard?” I asked. “No. Harder please.” She really got off on this. So I told her she could play with herself as I strapped her and I don’t know how many strokes I gave her but she loved it and she had multiple orgasms with her fingers stroking her clit in those lovely circular motion women make on their clit. I have no idea if w had been at it an hour or 5 minutes, time had stood still as this glorious woman’s body was racked by orgasm and the joy of having her arse reddened. But there came a time when I could not hang out any longer. I always like to ensure the woman gets satisfied and I hold on as long as I possibly can while making sure my partner receives the pleasure she deserves. But my time had definitely come. I rolled her over, licked her cunt a little and then poured lube between her tits and then slid my cock firstly onto her bush so that the hair prickled my shaft and then into her lubricated tit valley. She held these fantastic orbs together as I fucked them and she would have her tongue out so that she could lick my head when it came toward s her mouth. I did not last too long and soon a huge expulsion of cum erupted from my cock all over her neck and face. It was one of the largest amounts of cum I think I have ever delivered. But I had been holding off and building up all through dinner and her punishment. She licked me clean and took the cum off her body with her fingers and swallowed it. She sweetly got on her knees beside the bed. Looked at me with very large cow brown eyes and said” thank you. That was beautiful.” We both went to the bathroom and showered together. She washed every inch of my body and gave me a fantastic prostate examination to get me in the mood for more fun in the bedroom. For the next 3 hours we played. No more heavy spanking. Just a lot of licking and sucking and she had several more orgasms and I had 2 more. My last was by her riding me. There is nothing more erotic for me than seeing a woman with great tits and a pretty bush and cunt riding my cock. I lie; it is also just as erotic to see a woman’s arse as I fuck her doggie! It was fantastic night. The next time I was going to Brisbane I called her but she said she did not want to meet again. It was one of her things she said. One great time and never to be repeated. I of course respect that but intend to badger her a little whenever I am going there as I would live to tenderise that arse and cover her tits in cum again.

19 November 2009

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A couple of weekends ago I spent a weekend in Melbourne. I was at a loose end and messaged a few girls on AMM. I was after a younger, submissive girl. One who was looking for an older guy to take control and do what he wanted with her. Luckily there seems to be quite a few of these girls in Melbourne and I found one who was free. We chatted on MSN briefly - just long enough to know that we were after the same thing. She was shy but clearly in need of a man to take control, to make her do the things she really wanted to do. We arranged to meet in the bar on the 35th floor of the hotel I was staying in. I asked her to wear a short skirt like the one she had in her profile pic, and to not have anything under it. As soon as she walked in I saw her. She was 23 and although lacked confidence was very pretty. We sat down and chatted and I watched as she gulped down her drinks. By the time she'd had her third she was feeling relaxed and clearly pretty ready for some fun. We were sitting in chairs, close, facing each other and I asked her if she'd not worn any underwear as she'd been told. She said yes. I ran my hand over her left knee and under the outside of it to support its weight. Then I told her to lift her knee up to show me, so I knew she was telling the truth. She looked around a bit nervously and then did so, revealing her beautiful young, completely waxed pussy. I told her it was beautiful and that it was making my cock hard. I lifted her leg a llittle higher and put her shoe up on my the edge of my chair so I had a perfect view - and then started running my hand up her leg. She quickly spun her head around to see if anyone was watching. At the same time she instinctively tried to put her leg down but I was holding her leg just above the ankle with my other hand while I continued to slowly run the other up the inside of her thigh. She looked nervous and tried to close her legs but I gripped her ankle and told her in a firm voice to stop. I told her she'd this is why she'd come to meet me. I told her firmly I wanted to keep looking at her pussy, and I was going to touch it, right here in the bar. Somehow me taking control seemed to relax her a bit. I told her she was going to keep her leg raised and her thighs apart and that I was going to slide my fingers into her cunt and she was going to sti as stlll as she could so as not to draw attention. And that's what I did. As it happened we were in a moodily lit, quiet lounge area of the bar without too many people around. I very gently pushed her back into her chair, lifted her leg a little higher and ran my hands up until my fingers were brushing against her lips. I could feel she was already wet. I pulled my hand back and wet my fingers with my lips, then put them back, sliding one finger slowly in. She gasped but I told her to be still - that I wanted her to keep perfectly still while I explored the inside of her and that I was going to use as many fingers as I wanted for as long as I wanted. Over the next 10 minutes I ran my fingers all around her lips and up inside her - slowly - but as far as they could go. By now she was very wet and horny as hell. She asked if we could go upstairs to my room. I told her we could, but not yet. I told her I was going to take her up there later and when I did I was going to work her over slowly and for hours. I was going put cuffs on her legs and tie them to the corner of the bed and make her so wet she'd be begging for my cock. And that finally when she couldn't take it anymore - when I'd kissed, and fingered and slapped her pussy til it was red and aching - I was going to rub my thick cock against it and slowly drive it in, all the way to the hilt til she was gasping. That'd I'd fuck her slowly, but hard, or fast and hard, or fuck her with her hands held down above her head, or fuck her from behind while I pulled back on her hair, or fuck her up against the floor to celing window that looked over melbourne, slamming her pussy again and again. But for now she'd have to wait. For now I wanted her to learn further back in her chair, with her one leg up and her tiny skirt pulling back a little to show her wet cunt - and that I was going to call over the waiter to order another drink while she sat there like that. By now she knew I meant what I said and she didnt resist - just listened, then did what I had said. I motioned to the waiter we wanted more drinks. He was around 30 and good looking I suppose. He came towards us and as he rounded the partition shielding us from the other bar area I could tell from the change in his body language that he'd seen my girls legs apart, and tight wet pussy peaking from below her skirt. I pretended not to notice and ordered us two more drinks - a double vodka for my girl. He didnt' say anything but I could tell from the corner of my eye he didn't take his eyes off her young cunt for the whole time he was there. The bar wasn't very busy and I knew he'd be back with our drinks in just a few minutes. I reached my hand around and lifted up her other leg so both feet were on my stool on either side of me and her skirt rode up completely exposing her. I reached forward and slapped her pussy a few times. She smarted but I told her that she'd be getting more severe discipline than that soon. I could see the drinks were almost ready. I spat in my hand and lubed her up so her lips glistened under the light and told her I was going to the toilet. I told her the waiter would come over and I wouldn't be here but that she had to leave her feet where they were. I told her her he would see how wet she was - that she'd have nowhere to hide - but that she had to leave her legs up the whole time he was delivering the drinks and that she should spread them further if she saw him looking. Then I went to the bathroom. I could see he was on his way as he left. I went inside and looked at myself in the mirror and waited one, minute minutes. I knew he'd be at our table now - would have put the drinks down, and if he wasn't gay and had half a brain would have said something to her - anything to drag out the experience so he could take in more of her perfect little gift. I was right. When I came out his back was to me and he seemed to be saying something. I moved quietly back to our chairs and he saw me just before I arrived, suddenly straightening, afraid he'd been caught in the act. I smiled at him and nodded in her direction and made a comment that it was a beautiful sight. He agreed and smiled, although was a little unsure how to take it all. I stepped over her leg and sat back in my seat and pushed her legs further apart with my knees. I explained that she had come to my hotel so I could use her body, to train her how to use her cunt to please a man. I said I'd need 2 or 3 hours to teach her the basics but if he wanted to come by after that he could test how well she'd learnt. That he could knock on the door, come in and he'd do what he wanted to her. That he could fuck that tight pussy after me, but first he'd want to slide his fingers into her mouth, to open it up so she could take another cock into it. All the time I was saying all this I was sliding my finger in and out of her, and when I said certain things I could feel her muscles spasm tighter around my knuckles. It was then I knew I'd picked the right girl. She was shy, but she couldn't help herself. She needed a man's cock and she needed a man who knew how to give it to her in a way she was to shy to ask. I could tell I was in for a fun night...

25 July 2009

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I'm woken by my male sub with a cup of tea. We exchange greetings, I touch his face - he's a sweet boy. I get up and take my tea to his room where he is waiting to be examined, his pyjama pants down, his hands on the bed.. I run my hands over his thighs and arse reaching under to his genitals and sqeeze his prick making him hard. I tell him to count down ten light strokes on the bottom with a thin leather paddle. He counts down, flinching a little towards the last one then thanks me. He turns to face me, kneels and parts my arse cheeks to lick my arsehole, pushing his tongue into my anus while I sip my tea. After a minute, I pat his head to make him stop then draw him up. I ask him if he liked licking me today. He confirms he loved it. I don't have time to play with him this morning. His room is tidy, the kitchen is spotless and he's prepared lunch for both of us. He showers, dresses and heads off to work at the law firm where he is a contract specialist. That evening - after our dinner together of a light salad, and some TV, a legal drama we both like, I tell my sub to get a dildo and return to the rug in front of the fire, naked. He kneels on all fours. I blindfold him and tell him to count down five strokes on each cheek. When I've finished he thanks me. I draw him up and onto the sofa on his back. I tie his left wrist to his left ankle and cross his right leg over his left knee to expose his rear end. I tell him to begin masturbating and to suck my nipples. Then I remove the buttplug he's been wearing today and put a condom on the dildo. I spread some lubricant over the end and push it slowly into his arse. He groans with pleasure. I put my finger in his mouth and tell him to suck it like a baby on a tit. He sucks furiously - I work the dildo gently in and out of his arse, telling him all about the next mystery trip we'll take in his BMW. This time we'll go to a secret park where he'll be blind-folded and exposed to passers-by ... Meanwhile he is riding and bucking on the dildo, pulling on his cock furiously and whimpering and groaning as he sucks on my fingers - when I tell him to come in his panties, he bends almost double and pumps white cum over his stomach... He collapses and I gently remove the dildo and untie him. I give him a kiss on the forehead and tell him to go to bed. He asks if he can do a little paper work. I tell him yes but he should have done it first thing after dinner and he'll be punished with extra strokes for this in the morning.

1 June 2009

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My partner and I work away a lot but recently when we had some down time at home we had you over to play with... I enjoyed having you to tease, having you lick, suck and probe me with your tongue while my tied up partner watched, I made you do this while semi-restrained and whipped you until you made me cummm so hard I almost drowned you in my juices.... I then restrained you even more while you watched me pleasure my partners cock, watching him writhe with pleasure and want....All the time you could see into the depths of my soaking wet pussy... My arse puckered up in greeting... wanting penetration so badly.... I then ordered you to please my partner while i penetrated you with many interesting items... until you were so close to cumming you were screaming with want...But you were not allowed to cum just yet, I then ordered you both to please me until i felt so fucked and full of my own cumm i felt as if i will explode... I then allowed you both to penetrate me with your hard erect cocks in all my holes until we all cum hard and long... You both then licked me clean and felt me cumm again and again while your tongue's played all over my body.. INTERESTED in joining us for a round of this kind of pleasure.... Then get back to us.... we would love to have our wicked way with you overnight in a lovely motel rooom, which we will all soak in our hot wet juices... R & S....

23 May 2009

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She knelt, waiting for Master to step through the door. She’d heard the car pull into the yard, and hurried to the small pad she was kneeling on. Her heart was pounding as she knelt waiting, wearing only her collar and leash, as he had instructed when he’d called and let her know he was coming. She kept her eyes focused on the floor as she heard the knob turn and the door open and then close and the locks turn. Three steps brought him to stand directly in front of her, she could see his boots as he stood and looked down at her. She felt his hands on either side of her head, urging her to stand. She rose gracefully to her feet; head still bowed until he placed a finger under her chin and raised her face to his, his lips coming down on hers in a fiery demanding kiss. She locked her arms behind his neck to steady herself as his arms crushed her body to his; she could feel him already getting hard as their tongues dueled and explored. His hands stroked her body, one going to a breast, pinching the nipple to instant hardness, the other sliding down her back to the crease between her buttocks, probing and exploring around her tight little asshole. She was hot and wet, ready for him. Without warning, he pushed her away and spun her around. A shove sent her flying onto the couch, face down, her ass in the air. She heard the zipper of his jeans, and the rustle of cloth, and then his hands were on her hips, holding her down as he thrust his rock hard cock into her dripping pussy to wet it, and then pulled it out and fitted it into her ass in one long smooth push, his balls hitting her pussy with a wet slapping sound. He gave her a moment to get used to the invasion of her ass, working in and out slowly and gently several times, but soon he was fucking her hard and fast. He slammed in and out of her ass, one hand on her hip to hold her steady, the other playing with a nipple. She whined like a cat in heat as she felt herself getting close to orgasm, his cock driving her higher and higher with each penetration. She screamed out her release as he ordered her to cum for him and she did repeatedly, her master’s cock mercilessly dragging each spasm from her. He felt the telltale tightening in his balls which meant he was also going to cum, and pulled out of her ass. Using her dangling leash, he pulled her around so that he could shoot his cum into her waiting mouth. She swallowed every drop, as always loving the taste of him. He ordered her to dress, they would go out for a while, and she slipped into an outfit she knew he liked, a short black leather skirt with a black peasant blouse. As she reached to remove her collar, his hand caught hers and he told her to leave it, reaching himself to unsnap the leash which he then coiled up and put in his pocket. As she drove them to the bar, he reached under her skirt, playing with her already wet pussy. She felt him slide something inside her, and then it started vibrating almost silently. She squirmed as it made her pussy hotter and wetter. When they got to the bar and parked, he caught her and gave her a kiss, backing her up against the car, one hand sliding down and under the skirt to her ass. She felt something pushing at the tiny opening and thought it was his finger at first, but quickly realized that he was inserting a butt plug into her ass. Again she squirmed, feeling the fullness of the plug and the vibrations of the toy in her pussy. He laughed and took her by the arm, guiding her into the bar, which was a fairly dimly lighted place, frequented by bikers and truckers. They got drinks and went to the single empty booth in the place. She slid in and he followed her, sliding close as they settled in and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, the fingers of his dangling hand resting lightly on her breast. She was having trouble sitting still, her body quivering from the hidden stimulation he was making her endure, and she found her hand straying under the table to his lap, stroking his cock through the jeans. She glanced up at him and saw the smile on his face, knew she could continue. His fingers slipped inside her blouse to find her nipple and tweak it, roll it around and pinch it until it was so hard and sensitive that every touch made her want to scream. Her hand undid his pants and slid inside to wrap lovingly around his cock, pumping up and down slowly at first. He whispered in her ear for her to use her mouth on him, and she quietly disappeared under the table. Her lips found him and teased the head of his cock with soft sucking kisses before sliding over and around him, slowly pulling him further into her mouth until she had his whole length buried in her throat. She moved her head up and down on him, sucking constantly as she felt him sliding in and out, fucking her face under the table. He let her continue for several minutes, and then she felt his hands on the sides of her head, urging her back up beside him, her hand still massaging his cock. He again pulled her close and slid a hand into the blouse, this time going straight to her achingly hard nipple and twisting it firmly as he told her to cum quietly for master now. She couldn’t stop the tiny moan that escaped her lips as waves of orgasms washed over her, one after the other until she thought she would faint with the pleasure. He pushed her head back down to his cock, and as her lips once again closed over the head, he shot his load of hot cum straight into her mouth. She swallowed frantically for a minute, making sure she got every drop as he slowly pulled his cock from her mouth. She sat back up, and noticed a biker standing at the end of the bar watching them. Glancing at her master and seeing him nod slightly, she shot the biker an inviting smile, and then at her masters quiet orders, went into the ladies room and removed both the vibrator and plug, cleaning both and placing them in her purse. When she stepped out of the ladies room, she saw that the biker was now sitting with her master. She walked back to the table, the biker’s eyes following the sway of her hips. Her master let her slide back into the booth so that she now sat between the two men as they talked about her, discussing his want and what her master would allow him to do. They reached an agreement, and master pulled her to himself, telling her that she would be a good girl and do as the biker told her, or master would make sure to punish her soundly. She nodded her understanding as he pushed her towards the grinning biker, who caught her arms and pulled her the rest of the way onto his lap. She could feel his cock growing and pushing against his pants as his hands reached under her blouse and found her breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching her already hard and sensitive nipples. His mouth closed on hers in a demanding kiss, his tongue fucking in and out like a miniature cock and she responded the only way allowed to her, as a very aroused slave. She pressed against his body as his hand traveled down and under her skirt, sinking two fingers into her pussy. He told her to stay still as the waitress came with another round of drinks, giving her an unfathomable look, at which both men smirked. As the waitress walked away, the biker guided her hand down to his hard cock; she stroked it through his pants as it grew to full length and strained against the cloth. His fingers were fucking her pussy, making her squirm against him as she felt the burn of rising desire. He told her in a low voice to open his pants and get down and suck him. Once again she disappeared under the table, her mouth enclosing his cock in its wet warmth, her tongue flicking the head as it slid past her lips and teeth. She sucked him further in and down her throat, and felt him shiver as she worked her mouth on him. One of his hands found her head and held her in place as he enjoyed the feel of his entire length being buried in her mouth and throat. She felt her master’s hand on her ass, again sliding under the skirt to find her wet and ready, and he laughed as he suggested that they go someplace slightly more private before his slave got them all arrested, as he had noticed that people were starting to look their way. Her master slapped her ass as the biker released her head and she sat back up, leaning against master to catch her breath as they prepared to leave. She was hot and ready and he made it worse by sliding the vibrator back into her pussy and flipping the switch to high. She jerked as the vibrations hit her pussy again, biting her lip to stop the moans from escaping and letting everyone in the place know she was on the verge of Cumming, the only thing stopping her being the quietly spoken order from master not to cum until he told her to. She didn’t know if she would be able to obey, she was so close and the vibrations pulsing in her pussy were making it hard to think beyond the sensations. Master kept an arm around her as they made their way out of the bar and to the motel next door. She was quivering with the need for release as they stepped into the room, her pussy dripping wet and hotter than she could remember it ever being, and a push from master sent her sprawling face first on the nearest bed. The biker was on top of her immediately, his pants dropping to his ankles as he pulled the vibrator from her pussy and filled her instead with his hard cock; in one thrust burying his whole length to the hilt. He used no finesse at all, driving in and out fast and hard, slamming against her ass as he fucked her viciously for his own pleasure. She whined and writhed, fighting her own body to obey her masters command not to cum, but the biker’s pounding cock in her voracious pussy sent her over the top and she screamed out her orgasm, knowing master would punish her disobedience at his leisure. She lifted her head as she felt weight on the bed in front of her to see her master’s cock waving in her face and opened her mouth for him. He pushed in and in until he was completely buried in her throat, his throbbing cock began to fuck in and out so that she was pushed back and forth between the two men. They used her relentlessly, fucking her mouth and pussy, driving her to orgasm again and again. The biker and her master changed places, and she tasted her own juices as the biker face fucked her. Master drove into her soaked pussy, covering his cock with her slick cum, then pulled out and pressed the head of his rock hard cock to her puckered asshole. Hands holding her firmly in place, he drove himself into her to the hilt with a single long hard thrust. She screamed around the cock in her mouth as he drove into her, her hips already trying to push back to meet him. He began to spank her between each inward stroke, and her ass cheeks quickly turned red and tender as each blow landed. She knew he was starting her punishment and thrilled to the sharp sting of each slap as he pounded in and out in time to the face fucking the biker was giving her. The cock in her mouth was swelling even larger, and she knew that the biker was nearly ready to cum. His strokes grew yet faster and suddenly she felt him explode, his hot cum filling her mouth repeatedly as she swallowed frantically to be sure she got every drop. Her master’s cock was ramming her ass hard and fast, he had stopped the spanking for the moment as he concentrated on fucking her ass with the full length of his hardness. The biker moved away from her as he finished Cumming, sitting in a chair to watch her master ream her ass. She was moaning and whimpering, as always enjoying the fucking her master gave her, almost ready to cum again herself as he continued to pound her ass. She could feel him getting harder and bigger as his own release approached and heard him quietly order her to cum for him. She felt the tide rise and overwhelm her as she began to shake with one orgasm after another at his command. A few more strokes and he pulled out of her, a hand in her hair guiding her around so he could shoot his hot cum in her open mouth and over her face. Once again she swallowed every drop, using her fingers to scoop up the cum on her breasts and face. Her master flopped back on the bed and motioned her to the bathroom to clean up while the men rested, and she obediently went to the shower, knowing that they weren’t done yet.

11 April 2009

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We were just having a bit of a laugh, Tom, Frank, Chas and I. We had been playing cards and got bored with it, so we decided to surf the net looking up the sexy dating sites and had finally found AMM and after looking up some of the girls who were advertising for guys for fuck buddies I had sent a message to one of them in my user name offering to meet for a good time. Three days later to my great surprise I received an answer and we started to chat. It turned out that she lived not to far from me and after several chat sessions she told me her name was Elisabeth Lis for short I asked for her photo which she duly sent, but would not reveal her face. She was 5’ 5” 38”d 24” 36” and shaven. She said she was 19 years old and was eager to meet someone for some fun. After a few more chats, (which became more and more raunchy) we began to talk about our fantasies and she told me that the stories about bondage and gang bangs which she had read in the member’s stories had always turned her on. Not long after that we arranged to meet at a bar to get to know one another but I told her that I was interested in play meets only and she was to be prepared for that. She agreed and we were to meet at a pub which was just a few hundred yards from a motel on the outskirts of town on the next evening. The guys were wrapped when I told them of our arrangements and agreed to split the cost of a room at the motel. Frank was elected to make the booking and was to ask for a room at the back of the complex away from the noise as he was a business man and wanted to use the room for a business meeting and did not want to be disturbed. The next evening I met with Liz as arranged. She was a gorgeous blond with blue eyes and long blond hair. She was hot and dressed to please in a short mini skirt which zipped at the side and a loose fitting white shirt buttoned down to just below her breasts then tied in a knot leaving her midriff bare. She was obviously not wearing a bra as her nipples were outlined poking through the thin fabric for all they were worth. We sat at a table and I ordered our drinks as we started to chat. We soon found it easy to talk as we had got to know each other quite well on the net and I was able to steer the conversation to her fantasies and made a joke about making them come true someday, at which she became quite flushed with embarrassment and excitement and said that would be nice. That was all I was waiting for; I knew then that it would be OK to proceed with my plan. I excused myself and went to the men’s room where I had arranged to meet Frank to tell him that we were on. After returning to the table and another drink I suggested that we should retire to the motel to get to know each other better, to which she eagerly agreed. We entered the room and as soon as we had closed the door I gently took her in my arms and kissed her. She melted into my embrace and put her arms around my neck returning my kisses. I held her waist and as the kisses became more urgent I slid my hands down over her buttocks and pulled her tight onto me squeezing her and grinding our hips together as I did. Soon she was breathing heavily and returning my advances with her own, gyrating her hips into mine I moved my right hand to her breasts and began to fondle them through her shirt material, causing her nipples to swell under mu fingers, to which she responded by placing her right hand on my bulging crutch and began to gently squeeze. My fingers slid over buttons undoing them one by one until I came to the knot at her waist then taking my time I slid both hands into her shirt and began to caress her nipples causing her to begin to gently moan. I turned her round and putting my arms around her, continued my assault on her lovely nipples We stood like this for a few minuets whilst she became sexier and sexier gyrating her bottom onto my throbbing dick. Eventually I untied the knot and slipped her shirt off, but keeping her in the same position I unzipped her skirt and it dropped to the floor. Then whilst still caressing her nipples with my left hand I began stroking her mount of venues with my right gradually working my fingers further into her crutch. Her silky nickers were getting wetter and wetter and her moans were getting louder and more urgent. She opened her legs a little more as I slipped my hand down under her waistband and began to gently rub her clitoris. I kept her like this for about five minutes until I could feel that she was losing control at which point I asked her if she would like to try out her fantasy with a little light bondage and let me tie her hands together with some fluffy handcuffs. My timing was just rite as she was so worked up by now that she readily agreed, so I got the cuffs from my bag and cuffed her wrists in front of her and asked her to lay down on the bed and put her hands over her head. This she did and I resumed my caresses working my fingers into her we pussy. Soon she was thrusting her hips up to meet my fingers and her moans were getting louder which made me decide that it was time for my next move. I suggested that she would enjoy it more if she had the feeling of helplessness and that I would like to tie her cuffs to the bars of the headboard. She was now so sexy and frustrated that she agreed to give it a try, so I quickly produced a silk rope from my bag and tied the link between the cuffs to the centre of headboard. Then I began to lick and suck on her nipples which made her moan with the pleasure of it. After keeping this up for about five minutes I began to trace a trail of kisses down her belly branching off at her mound and travelling down her left leg to her toes. Then starting at the toes of her right leg return up her right leg up to her nipples again. I repeated this several times going closer to her crutch each time. This began to drive her wild and she tried to trap my head between her legs, so I said she was a naughty girl and that I would have to tie he legs apart to stop her doing that, which made her laugh. I produced two more lengths of silk rope tied her ankles to the bottom legs of the bed. Now she was completely helpless and I asked her how it felt, and she agreed it was exciting her a lot. I then kissed my way down her belly again, but this time I didn’t deviate but worked my lips and tong over her mound to her pussy. With her legs stretched wide apart she was wide open to my caresses and I began to lick and suck her outer lips working up and down each side and eventually targeted her lovely sweet pink clit, which swelled as I sucked it between my lips whilst rubbing it with my tong. She was now moaning louder than ever and I told her that someone would hear her so I went to my bag and got a ball gag which I placed in her mouth and tied tightly muffling her completely. Then, to her surprise, I went to the door and opened it. In came Tom Frank and Chas. She tried to shout but it was useless. You said you would like to realise your fantasies someday, Well today’s the day, I said. Just relax and we will make sure that you enjoy it. With that, we took off our cloths and surrounded the bed she has gone off the boil a bit I said but we can soon worm her up again can’t we boys. Tom and frank knelt on each side of the bed and taking a breast each began caressing, licking and sucking on them. Chas went to the bottom of the bed and began to work his fingers into her pussy finding her G spot whilst I resumed licking and sucking her pussy lips and clit. We all worked hard on her at the same time and within a few minutes her body gave in to our onslaught. She began moaning through the gag, which spurred us on even more and soon she was writhing and thrusting violently in ecstasy completely out of control. At this point I slipped between her legs and pressed my throbbing cock against her soaking wet pussy. Chas removed his fingers to let me in and I slowly slid into her and as I did so Chas slipped a wet finger into her rectum. She gave a great thrust and writhed even more, her pussy gripping me so tightly that it was almost painful I began thrusting into her with long hard strokes and all the time I could feel Chas’s fingers through the thin wall between her ass and her cunt soon she was having her first orgasm of the night and as she came her muscles squeezed my cock into spasms and I pumped all the cum from my balls into her. That was when we began to take turns mounting her one after the other and whilst one was riding her the others kept up their assault on her breasts and rectum all the time, keeping her fully on the boil and orgasming over and over again and by the time we had all had her we had gradually stretched her rectum to take three fingers easily. We decided to take a break and have a drink, so I removed the gag and asked her if she had enjoyed living out her fantasy to which she replied “FUCK YES” We untied her and after a few drinks and a half hour rest we were all ready for another session. Do you want to be tied up again or not? I asked her. No not this time she said. I want to be active and have it in several different positions. She then playfully pushed Tom back onto the bed and straddled him with her pussy over his face, then bending forwards into the 69 position began to give him a good sucking. He of corse, set about eating her out for all he was worth. Meanwhile Chas and I got to work on her great nipples which were by this stage fully erect and swollen to twice their normal size. Frank resumed working on her rectum and before long had worked four fingers into it. After a few minutes she got up turned around sitting down on tom’s cock taking it all in and grinding down on him. Chas and I went back to her lovely tasty nipples and sucked hard on them and they swelled up even more. Then Frank got behind her and kneeling between Tom’s legs spat on his cock to lube it and started to press it against her rectum and before she realised what was happening he had the head inside her. She gave a low moan then pushed back on him. Slowly tom’s cock disappeared into her. He let it rest there as she adjusted to the bulk then tom started to thrust slowly under her and she began to reciprocate which made her arse move up and down on Frank’s cock. Then Frank began to thrust in and out in alternate time with Tom She could now feel two cocks working inside her which was a new experience and soon she began to get out of control, she panted and moaned and began a frenzied riding action on the two cocks her moans turned into whimpers and then gasps of ecstasy then finally she came and with a scream of passion she ejaculated a great squirt of sweet cum like she had never done before. This was too much for Tom and Frank and they both came together with her. All three collapsed in a heap. Chas and were really excited by now so we picked her up and took her over to the sofa. Chas sat down on it with his arse near the edge and we sat her down on his erection which slid easily into her rectum which was well lubricated with Frank’s cum oozing from it. Then I knelt between both their legs and thrust my cock deeply into her pussy. Then we both began to pump into her. As we had cum once already, we took a long time get there again and she was soon losing control again writhing in ecstasy. Tom and Frank came over and began working on her nipples again and Chas slipped his hand down between Lis and I and began massaging her clit this was the last straw and she began having multiple orgasms over and over again. We kept this up until we both came in her together, pumping her full. By this time we were all and worn out and fully fucked and when we stood up Liz’s legs were like jelly We sat around talking and drank coffee until we had recovered. Liz said that she had never been so sexed up before and had never squirted before either and that she had loved every minute. When can we do it again? She asked. I told her that we should give it about a week and then I would arrange another session. But next time we would invite another four friends and all eight of us would just keep fucking her all night long. How would she like that? I can’t wait until next week she said. And with that we all got dressed and went our sperate ways.

2 April 2009

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For Nat: There was a message in your letterbox saying that there was a parcel waiting for you at the post office – the DVD! You drove past on your way home from work and picked it up, not looking at the person behind the counter in case they saw your blush. Back in the car you opened it and looked at the cover. Your hands trembled as you looked at the pictures on the cover, showing girls in all sorts of positions, tied, gagged and blindfolded. You quickly dropped the DVD onto the passenger seat and started the car anxious to get home. Your man wouldn’t be home for a while but you knew that you couldn’t wait and that you would have a good warm up session with your toys before he came home, just the thing to get you going! The lights turn red so you lean across and pick up the disk again. On the back is a picture of a girl. She is naked strapped over a table. Her legs are tied to each of the legs of the table and her arms are tied to the tops of the opposite legs so that she is spread over the table. Her legs are spread wide and you can see her pussy naked, red and swollen. There are three men and one of them is entering her from behind, the other has his cock at her mouth and you can see that her arse is wide open as if that has also been used. You can see her juices running down her legs and you can see how wet and willing she is. A horn hoots from behind you and you realise that the lights have changed and you put the car into gear and move off. The chaos of the traffic keeps your attention but your mind keeps wandering back to the girl. You can feel yourself becoming wet thinking of her, thinking of her as you. Your hand runs between your legs feeling the heat coming from your pussy, your nipples are now hard against your top and you raise your hand and gently squeeze one. You curse as the traffic slows knowing that you want to be home. You imagine yourself coming home, closing the curtains, putting the DVD on, taking your skirt off, unbuttoning your blouse and unclipping your bra. Getting your toy from beside the bed and then sitting down in front of the TV. Watching the movie play, your hands tugging on your nipples, cupping them so you can lick the hard bud, feeling the sensations connect to your pussy. Spreading yourself wide, hands rubbing over your wetness, feeling your juices flow as you put one finger deep inside you. Now you start the toy running it along your pussy, up and down and then across your clit. Your body tenses as a shock goes through you and you feel yourself arch with desire, the toy now at the entrance to your pussy and now deep in you. You watch the screen mesmerised as your lady gets fucked, a hard cock now at the entrance to her pussy and with one motion it is deep inside her. You match your stokes to hers as both your desire builds and you can feel yourself going higher. Fuck, fuck, fuck you chant as the toy does its work. The traffic finally moves and you glance over at the DVD cover again. You see the look on her face, how she is spread open wide, how she is held down, the blindfold reducing her to just a few senses, the touch of the men’s hands over her body, the feeling of the cock deep inside her, the taste of the cock at her mouth and the electric feeling of her senses working together, her heart pounding hard, the excitement of it all, the mixture of desire and submission, but also of power and daring. The straps are tight but all you can feel now is your arse in the air, your legs spread wide strapped to the table and your breasts crushed under you as you are forced to lie forward across the surface. The blindfold makes everything more intense and you wait for what is to happen next. There are many hands on your body, touching you, caressing you. Someone has poured oil over you and you can feel the hands rubbing it in. They are two sets of hands around your arse and you feel them run across your buttocks and into the valley of your pussy. Your arse is flushed from the spanking you have been given but the redness of your cheeks is nothing to how wet and red your pussy is. You need attention, you need to be fucked and while you love the attention you need to go to the next level. A hand runs up your legs and across your pussy, next you feel a hot breath across your clit and then the feeling floods through you as you feel a tongue flick across your clit and then moving up and down your pussy. You moan in desire, this is more like it! You feel totally wanton now, knowing how you must look, spread wide you pussy open wide, red, swollen and wet, for the world to see and for the men to use. To use to please you and to use to please them. The tongue sets up a rhythm and your body responds, your hips start to move as the feelings grow inside you. You can feel your nipples harden beneath you and wish the position allowed someone to take care of them. You gasp as the pleasure increases; someone is licking around your arse. You feel their tongue probe and lick you, two tongues, one on your pussy and one on your arse, driving you wild in a way that you have never known before. The blindfold makes this so intense that all you can focus on is the pleasure coming from their tongues. The world disappears and you fall down a hole into a world of carnal pleasure, of the feelings coming from your pussy. You feel a new sensation, one that is familiar and you smile. You can feel the lips of your pussy being slowly spread wide as a cock nestles at the entrance to your pussy. The licking has stopped and you hold your breath. The moment hangs in space, all reality stops as you wait for the cock to enter you, You relax and feel it slowly enter you, you breath out sucking it deeper into you. In one slow movement you are filled, you gasp as it keeps coming deeper into you until it is against your womb. It stays there deep in you, filling you like nothing before, making your pussy spasm along its length, the head of his cock hitting that magic spot. Now he slowly withdraws and you can feel your pussy cling to it wanting it back inside, drawing it back. He waits for a few seconds at the entrance to your pussy and then it comes back again. You grunt as his cock goes deep, knocking the breath out of you as he forces you down on the table. He grabs your arse and thrusts in even deeper. He starts his rhythm and you can feel his cock like a piston inside of you. He pushes you down roughly on the table raising your arse higher so that he can go deeper. Every time he goes deep his hits the spot and you feel wave after wave of pleasure as your pussy grips his cock, sucking it into you, deeper and harder. His increases his tempo and your body responds, you move to match his rhythm and you push back as he enters you, forcing him to go deeper and harder. Your breath is coming in gasps now as your whole body starts to tremble. You are glad that you are tied up and you can picture how it must look, his long cock pounding into you, your arse high, legs spread wide, taking it and loving it. You hear him grunt and know that he is not far away and you can feel yourself starting to build, your body trembling as the feeling takes hold. Your world disappears as the feelings overwhelm you, you can feel yourself going higher and you know that you are going to cum. Fuck me, fuck me you chant urging him on. You need to cum so badly, your fingers are numb from the sensations from your pussy as well as the position you are in. Suddenly your world explodes as your clit is on fire.. Someone is licking you while the cock is still pounding you. This pushes you over and you want it so bad, you need to be fucked so hard, you need to cumm and now you feel your orgasm approach and you can feel the cock inside of you start to swell. You loose all normal comprehension and the world goes black. You start cumming and wave after wave of pleasure goes through you, the cock still pounding into you and the tongue still running over your clit, just as you can’t take any more you feel him cum inside of you, hot spurts of cum that scald and fill you. This pushes you over the edge and your world collapses as wave after wave of pleasure floods though you, too much, consuming you, drowning you. Still it continues until you are trembling, gasping and shaking. Your body shuts down as the pleasure overwhelms you and you collapse, totally spent, totally gone, fucked. The picture looks back at you, you are her and she is you. You know what she is feeling, you know the pleasure. You know where you want to go and you know how it will feel. You turn into the street where you live and see your buddies car in the drive way. You smile and think that maybe you won’t have to wait until tonight. You look down at the DVD and smile, the girl on the picture smiles back.

11 December 2008

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the first time i met jeff or has he called him self sally i didnt now what to expect . i nevously knocked on his motel room door not knowing what to expect. the door opened and wow what a stunner he / she was georgeous i felt my cock start to stiffen as hey took me by the hand and lead me inside my heart was pounding once inside she dropped to her knees infront of me undoing my belt and fly just letting my pants fall around my ankles my cock was fully erect she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eys and said my my you are so big and so exicted by now i was dripping precum as she licked and teased the knob of my swollen sticky cock the started to suck it in inch by inch untill my balls were reting on her chin she did this for a couple of minutes untill she could sense i was about to unleash a huge load of hot sticky cum down her throat and said i want you to fuck from behind like a dog i asked if would be able to take me in hers/ his ass and she just winked and said try me she knelt on the bed on all fours i lifted her dress to reveal a cute little ass and slowly rubbed my knob around her/ his ass to lub it up with my precum then slowly feed my throbbing monster inch by inch in to her / his ass fuck she took it all i worked up a frantic pase she was screaming fuck me hard fuck me you cunt after about five minutes of pounding that cute ass i pulled out and blew a huge load of cum allover her back she turned around to catch the last drops of cum in her mouth i collapsed in spent heap regained my composure and went for a shower when i came back he/ she had gone i cant waite to meet my next xdresser

29 October 2008

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She lay on the bed; face down, one knee bent, half-awake, dreamy. The soft flesh of her bottom peeked out from under the sheet. Exposed as she was, she didn’t flinch when she heard the click of the door handle releasing. Her thoughts wandered to the previous nights activities; it had been fun, socializing, drinking and she even had the guts to do a couple of numbers on the karaoke. The time had come to say goodbye and leave the party; she didn’t want to go. She knew what lay in store, another night alone. Having said her farewells, Lisa walked up the hill to where she had parked, having arrived so late, it was a fair distance, but she didn’t mind. The burn in the back of her legs told her that the hill was steep. She slowed her pace, not in any hurry. The sound of footsteps drew her attention. High heels clicked, she relaxed. Slowly turning to see who was behind her, she was surprised at how close they were, so quickly. The brunette woman that she had met at the beginning of the night what was her name? Jackie, that’s right! “Lisa, I’m so glad I caught up with you, I thought I’d missed you,” Jackie was breathless. “Hey Jackie, did I forget something back there?” “Well, sort of, I was just wondering what your plans were, a few of us are going to a kick on, want to join us?” “Ah, sure, I’ve got no one waiting for me at home” Lisa’s throaty laugh made Jackie smile wickedly. Her eyes were clear like the ocean on a summers day, even in the street lights, there was a hint of something else there that Lisa couldn’t define but I’d sure like to find out! The ‘others’ that Jackie was talking about, soon joined them out on the street. Jackie and Lisa were both in their late thirties, but the crowd that spilled out ranged up to their fifties. Lisa had noticed Jackie looking at her all night, and at one point she was forced to pass Jackie through the rose bushes, a few leaves and branches had caught at her slinky skirt, Jackie called her back and removed them, giving a little pat on her fleshy bottom that sent a jolt to her core. Lisa had never thought of spanking as erotic but the look that Jackie gave her afterwards was pure desire, and sent Lisa’s mind racing. The group split into three different cars, Jackie stated that she would go with Lisa as she didn’t know the area well, or where they were going. Lisa unlocked and opened the door for her, waiting until she was settled to go around the other side of the little hatchback. Jackie carried a large tote bag rather than the more feminine handbag; she stuffed it on the floor at her feet and turned to pull the seatbelt out. As they traveled to the next venue, Lisa jabbered away nervously about nothing as Jackie sat half turned in her seat, listening and watching, occasionally giving directions. “Have you ever been spanked by a woman before?” Jackie asked calmly as they sat at the traffic lights. “N, n, no, well I guess but not in that way… w, w, why do you ask?” Lisa was off guard and tried to compose herself, the flush in her cheeks hidden by the darkness in the car. The other partygoers had disappeared, and there was little traffic on the road. “You remember when you got those branches caught and I removed them, back at the party? Well I noticed then that your bottom was very firm. I like that in a woman.” Lisa looked to the lights in the opposite direction willing them to change so that she could move off from the intersection anything to distract me this conversation… “How far have we got to go till we get there?” Lisa asked shyly, changing the subject. “Not long now.” Jackie stated simply, her voice deep and husky making Lisa wonder what she had agreed to. The lights changed and Jackie put her hand on Lisa’s knee, gently stroking the material on her silky skirt. “I like the feel of this material that you’re wearing, bet it feels great on your naked bottom.” Jackie continued to rub Lisa’s thigh as she struggled to concentrate on her driving. “Well, I guess that you could try it on if you want?” was all Lisa could say, silly thing to say! “On no, my girl, I would like to feel it on your naked bottom, are you wearing underwear?” Jackie asked directly “N, n, no” “I thought not; Pull over, into that car park,” Jackie’s directness catching Lisa off guard again “But I thought we were going to…” Lisa’s voice trailed off, now not sure if she wanted to go to the party, also not sure of what was going to happen next. A large basketball stadium loomed as they pulled into the car park, a side lane took them to the back of the building, and Jackie said, “Stop here”. Lisa complied, stopping the car facing the building, the motor shut down. The lights in the car park were out over where they had parked, and the darkness was instant, as she turned her headlights off. “Leave the lights on, and hop out Lisa” Jackie’s voice took on a strength that Lisa wanted to obey. She stepped out of the car, as Jackie came around the back, taking her hand and leading her to the front. The beam of the headlights shone through her skirt, making it very see-through. Jackie lifted Lisa’s hand, instructing her to turn with out words. Lisa complied, a slight swagger in her turn, under Jackie’s looks of appreciation. “Mmm, very nice you have a lovely shape to your bottom, do you know that?” Jackie held on to Lisa’s hand, looking her up and down. Lisa became shy under her gaze, her head lowering, a blush rising in her cheeks. Jackie pulled her closer, and brushed her lips against her cheeks as she leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I want to spank your bottom; you are a very naughty girl for wearing no underwear!” Lisa shivered in the warm night air. Jackie’s words sliding inside Lisa’s body until they reached her core, sending a jolt through her. “Yes Miss Jackie, Lisa felt like she was addressing a school teacher, “but I have never been spanked before,” her voice turned to a whisper. “I like that you called me Miss Jackie, and I know that you have never been spanked, I will be gentle with you … at first! Do you want me to spank you, for being naughty?” “Yes Miss Jackie,” her answer was almost imperceptible as a truck passed on the road. Jackie took Lisa’s face in her hands and kissed her lips softly, “You will enjoy this, I promise,” Lisa, breathless and pliable, could only nod. Jackie took her hand moving her to the centre of the bonnet, walked behind her and gently pressed between her shoulder blades to bend her over. Her height was perfect, as Lisa stood about five foot, five inches tall; bent over the bonnet, her bottom was lifted slightly, arms extended in front of her, feeling the warmth from the motor on her breasts. The skirt tight over her soft cheeks, Jackie slid her hand over the material feeling it slip against Lisa’s skin. Then, grabbing a handful of her bum cheek in her hand Jackie squeezed. Lisa’s bottom tensed under her hand. “This will be easier if you relax those muscles,” Jackie laughed. “Yes Miss Jackie,” was all Lisa could say …relax! How am I supposed to do that? As thought reading her mind Jackie said, “Just take a deep breath in and out,” her voice dropped again into that husky tone that sent shivers to Lisa’s core. “Yes Miss Jackie”. Lisa felt Jackie squeezing her bum more, this time softly, kneading the cheeks with both hands. She stood in front of one of the headlights, Lisa looked over to see the expression on her face, she saw a hint of a smile at the corners; she knew that she would comply with whatever Jackie wanted. “Bring your elbows up under your chest Lisa,” Jackie instructed. “Yes Miss Jackie,” “Good girl Lisa, now place your head down,” Jackie pressed on her lower back, dipping her belly onto the bonnet, her head lowered making her bottom stick out more. Jackie bent over to lift the edge of the skirt up, “Now hold that position for me sweetie, be a good girl for Miss Jackie, you know that you deserve this spanking, you should never go out without underwear on, correct?” Jackie’s voice was stern. “Yes Miss Jackie, I know that and I am sorry. It won’t happen again,” Lisa instinctively knew what she had to say. All she wanted to do was please Miss Jackie. “Good girl, but to make sure, I am going to spank you now. Do you understand?” “Yes Miss Jackie, I know I deserve it,” Lisa was growing wetter with the anticipation. “Good girl Lisa, now can you count for me?” Jackie asked “Yes Miss Jackie” with that Jackie began on Lisa’s right cheek, each one measured with precisely the same force Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Lisa counted each one and wriggled a bit further onto the car. Jackie grabbed her hips, pulling her back and placed a hand on her lower back. “You will stay in position for me, naughty girl so I can give your bottom the spanking it deserves!” her sharp voice cut through the silence. Turning a little Jackie started on the other cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! “Tell me Lisa, has this spanking made you wet?” Jackie was rubbing Lisa’s bottom, soothing the areas that had just been spanked. “Yes Miss Jackie,” she whimpered, sniffling a little. “Did you like being spanked?” Jackie bent down and whispered softly in her ear, all the time continuing to keep contact with Lisa’s bottom, squeezing and rubbing it. “Yes Miss Jackie,” She whispered …who am I? I’ve never done anything like this before! “Good girl Lisa, you have taken six of my best on each cheek, now you will remember to do one thing for me; you will always wear underwear wont you?” “Yes Miss Jackie,” Lisa spoke very softly. “I can’t hear you,” Jackie said emphatically. “Yes Miss Jackie!” Lisa straightened to standing; Jackie pushed her down hard on to the bonnet of the car again. “Did I say it was over?” The harshness in her voice made Lisa just a little afraid. “N, no Miss Jackie… I just …” “You just assumed right?! Well it is not your place to assume that I have finished, I have only just begun, and I want to make sure that you remember this for a long time.” Jackie lifted Lisa’s skirt, exposing her naked bottom to the cool night air; she would feel the warmth on her cheeks. Jackie leaned in pressing herself against Lisa’s bottom. “Do not move Lisa, I have a surprise for you.” Jackie walked back to the passenger side of the car and leaned down into her tote bag. Lisa wanted to raise her head off the bonnet to look, but was afraid, it seemed she was intent on punishing Lisa thoroughly for not wearing underwear…or was it just because she could. Lisa grew wetter by the second, the fear driving her… but the feeling of her hand on my bottom …mmm! Jackie returned patting something on her hand. The thud seemed wooden and Lisa wondered what it was. “I always carry this in case I need it for discipline. It seems that you will need to be taught a little more about the art of spanking and how severe it can get. Do you understand?” “Well I … Yes Miss Jackie,” Lisa wanted to know. “Good girl Lisa, you can be very compliant cant you. However, I know there is a cheeky brat in you that will need a good spanking from time to time.” Jackie was patting her bottom again with the implement, just gently at first, rhythmically like a drumbeat, the sound and feeling was gentle enough to send Lisa to an altered state. “Yessss Miss Jackie.” “Good girl Lisa, now I want you to stay bent over, no matter what!” Jackie stood off to one side, her hand on Lisa’s lower back pressing down, so that her bottom was raised and rounded. Lisa nodded, the headlights providing enough light so that Jackie could see her response. “Gooood Girrrrl,” with the gentle drawn out words, Jackie started to increase the firmness of her strokes on Lisa’s backside with the large wooden hairbrush. She raised her hand to shoulder height with each stroke, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Lisa seemed to be in another place, SMACK! SMACK SMACK! Not responding to the strokes with any sounds or movement, Jackie knew that she had never been spanked, so she was going gently… maybe its time to up the ante! She brought a hard one down on Lisa’s left cheek, just in the soft fleshy underside SMACK!! “Owwwch!” Lisa wriggled, Jackie didn’t stop. “Do you know SMACK... that I can… SMACK! SMACK... keep this up all night SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!” A series of Owwwch, oOoOwww, Eeeh, EEEEOoOo, was the only response that Lisa had. Trying to wriggle away from the rain of smacks, but Jackie’s hand was firmly placed on her lower back to stop any movement. Lisa’s bottom was feeling rather warm and the skin tingled as the breeze came up. Jackie stopped the spanking, turning the hairbrush over, she ran the strong bristles over her bare bottom, and Lisa jumped as the scratchiness felt like it was taking the skin off! Jackie laid the brush on the bonnet of the car and stood behind Lisa, both hands rubbing her cheeks, feeling the warmth, soothing the skin, “That is warm enough to set fire to a wooden chair,” Jackie laughed throatily throwing her head back. “Stand up and straighten yourself up, it’s time to meet up with the others.” Feeling a little perplexed and disoriented, Lisa stood. Jackie hugged her and took her face between her hands, kissing her deeply, “That is unless you want to go on to a private party for two?” with one eyebrow raised, Jackie watched Lisa with a half smile. “Will you spank me again Miss Jackie?” Lisa looked her deep in those clear eyes. “Oh you bet I will!”

2 September 2008

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It was dark when Bobby and his wife Janet pulled into the long drive on Woodbine Street. This was their fourth visit to the house in as many weeks but still they were both apprehensive as Bob parked the car in front of the door. It had been almost six weeks before that Janet had spotted the ad in an adult newsletter and had shown it to Bobby. Dominant couple 30's, seeks submissive couple 20's-30's for play. You must be prepared to follow all instructions and all training. Send picture and letter describing your precise interests. Janet had grown soaking wet by the end of the short paragraph. Both she and her husband of three years enjoyed kinky sex but they had discovered that they both enjoyed the submissive role. Janet had tried to be a good dominant for her husband but could never really get into it. Bobby was the same. The first meeting had been on neutral territory, supper at an Italian restaurant in the city. Bobby and Janet had discovered that the dominant couple were both attractive and fun to be with. Chris and Terry were in their mid-thirties which made them about ten years older than Bobby and Janet. Still, the two couples barely noticed the age difference. When Bobby and Janet noticed at all, they found they liked it as if it made them feel even more vulnerable. It wasn't until after-dinner drinks that the subject of Bobby and Janet's submission was even raised. "We want to find out *all* about your fantasies and experiences." said Terry in a husky voice, "But first, let us tell you a couple of things about us." Terry ticked the points off on the fingers of her right hand as she listed them. - We have done this a number of times before and we are both very experienced in dominant/submissive sex. - Chris and I are not bisexual. When we have a submissive couple, I will usually handle the man and he will usually handle the woman. We give instructions, of course, to either submissive. - On occasion, I will assist in training a woman or in punishing her. - When we meet a couple we always meet you both at the same time. That way there's no jealousy. - We are not into heavy pain or S&M. Our goal is sexual satisfaction for everyone concerned, not how much we can make you hurt." Janet looked over at Bobby and they exchanged a silent message. "Ok", said Bobby, "It looks like this will work out. What happens now?" Chris smiled, "Just keep this Saturday night free. We'll make sure you get the appropriate instructions." A shiver caught both Bobby and Janet. 'What would happen next Saturday?', they wondered. It was late into the evening before the dinner ended. Before they parted company that night, Janet and Bobby had told their new Master and Mistress everything about themselves and their fantasies of being submissive. The instructions arrived at mid-week by courier. Janet waited for Bobby to come home before they opened them. Inside the package were two envelopes, one addressed to each of them with a warning on the outside that they were to be read privately and that the contents of the instructions were to be kept secret from the other until after the weekend. They were both excited as they went to different rooms to read their instructions. Janet's instructions read as follows: 1. You are not to have an orgasm from now until you get here. Nor may you touch your or Bobby's genitals in a sexual way until instructed. Bobby has the same instruction. 2. You are to carefully bathe, shampoo above and below and shave your legs and armpits before arriving. 3. You are to wear a white blouse that buttons all the way down the front and is translucent. It should not be see-through but rather sheer enough that the darkness of your nipples will be visible to anyone looking directly at them. 4. You'll wear no bra. 5. You'll wear a skirt that has a maximum length of mid- way to your knees. 6. You will wear no panties 7. You will wear no stockings 8. You will wear comfortable heels 9. You will not wear any jewelry or a watch. Bobby's instructions were not much different. His instructions were written in a feminine hand, obviously Terry's. In addition to not touching himself and being clean, Terry had one more instruction: - You are to purchase the sexiest pair of woman's panties you can find. They are to be lacy. Under your jeans on Saturday, you will be wearing them. Bobby's cock had twitched into erectness with that request. Saturday had approached very slowly. At least a dozen times both Bobby and Janet had thought about not going through with it. Finally though it had come. It became an evening of firsts for the young couple. It was the first time that Bobby and Janet had both been bound and helpless at the same time. It was the first time that Bobby had watched Janet touched and then spanked by another man. Likewise it was the first time that Janet had ever seen Bobby dressed in a woman's panties then later watched those panties be pulled down as her husband was spanked over the knee of another woman. It was the firs time that Janet had been bent, naked over another woman's lap for a spanking since her mother had spanked her as a child. It was the first time that both Janet and Bobby had stood, naked, noses pressed into opposite corners of the room displaying their spanked bottoms at the same time. Finally, it was the first time that both Bobby and Janet had had a simultaneous orgasm, never mind that it was in front of a fully clothed couple who watched them come, side-by-side as vibrators played over their bound and blindfolded bodies. They had come back twice since then. Each week, the instructions were a little different, each time the thrill of the unknow kept them in a state of excitement like nothing they'd ever experienced. Now, they were here again. This time, the package with their instructions had been a little larger. When they opened it, they were shocked and excited more than ever before. Inside the package had been simple instructions. - You will each wear *only* the garments enclosed. Even shoes are not permitted. You may wear your coats over these garments. Inside each package were two simple items, a thin blue hospital gown, the type that tie at the back and a plastic hospital identification bracelet with their names on it. Janet and Bobby had looked at each other in stunned silence. It was Bobby who finally spoke. "I guess it's going to be quite a weekend." Now here they were, parked once again outside the large house. Bobby and Janet felt somehow more than naked as their bare feet padded across the cool pavement toward the house. They could both feel the cool evening air gently wafting up their bare thighs and across their warm genitals. It was Terry who met them at the door. "Hi", she smiled, "Are you wearing what you were sent?" "Yes Ma'am", they replied in unison. "Very good. Now you should both go upstairs and sit in the first room on your right. You can leave your coats in the closet down here. We'll call you when we're ready." With that, Terry turned and walked upstairs, leaving them alone. With their coats safely hung up, the couple felt even more vulnerable. They made their way upstairs, helpless to prevent the short gowns from parting at the back. The first room on the right looked like a sitting room. Two straight backed chairs were placed conspicuously in the middle of the room. Janet and Bobby sat down. Each gasped slightly as the cool leather of the chairs touched their overheated genitals. It was about five minutes before the side door to the room opened. "Janet, the doctor will see you now." said the voice of Terry. Janet took a deep breath and stood up and walked into the next room, leaving her husband to wait. Inside the room, directly in front of her, Janet saw a table with her Master and Mistress behind it. Both of them were wearing white lab coats just like the doctors do. The room was dimly lit except for the table and the area right in front of it. Chris smiled and motioned her into the light. "Are you ready for your examination little girl?" he asked. Janet found herself trembling as she nodded. "Very good" said Chris, "Please clasp your hands behind your head." As Janet lifted her hands, she felt the back of her gown opening wide apart to display her buttocks. "Now turn around slowly for us." said her Master. No matter how many times she did this, Janet couldn't help blushing as her bare bottom came into view. She knew that the view of her naked buttocks excited both her Master and Mistress and that idea turned her on even more. As she turned around, Janet started to get a good look at the rest of the room. Although the lights were dimmer in other parts of the room, Janet could clearly see a raised table off to the side. Looking a little closer, she could make out what were obviously metal stirrups at the end of the table just like her doctor's office! Janet's heart was pounding as she turned once again to face her dominant friends. From the look on their faces, she could tell that they knew that she had seen the examining table. "Very nice" smiled Chris "Now please remove your gown." Janet removed her gown and without being asked, again clasped her hands behind her head. Seeing Janet completely nude and vulnerable in front of them turned both Terry and Chris on. Janet was a beautiful woman. Blond with her hair cropped short for the summer and a faceful of freckles, she often looked like a tomboy. But now, without her clothes, she was all woman. Her figure was a trim 34b-24-35. Her breasts were small but firm. Her areola usually dark, got even darker when aroused as she was now. The nipples themselves were unusually long and thick when erect and Terry and Chris had discovered that they were one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Janet's pretty little pussy was framed with a light down of blond hair. Looking down, Chris could see that she had just trimmed it for her visit tonight. Janet was soon to find out that it would be the last night she and her submissive husband would be allowed pubic hair for awhile. Terry stood up from the table and took Janet by the hand. "Come with me" she said and led her over to the examining table. Janet had thought that she would be immediately placed in the steel stirrups, but Terry had other plans. The exam table was a little higher than waist height so Terry directed Janet to stand on the little footstool beside it. To her surprise, Terry had her bend foreward at the waist until her upper body was resting on the leather table. Janet's eyes followed Terry as she walked around the table to a counter. Janet watched her take something from a glass and then reach down for a tube. As Terry turned, Janet could clearly see the two items. The tube was K-Y jelly and the object was very obviously a rectal thermometer. Terry caught Janet looking and smiled. "We'll start by taking your temperature young lady." she said as she walked behind the younger woman. Janet's ass had always been the most private part of her and, although it turned her on to have it played with, Terry and Chris had yet to as much as touch her there. Janet felt Terry's thumb and forefinger spreading her buttocks open to expose her crinkled brown opening. The cool touch of the lubricated thermometer made her gasp as it touched her there. Terry slide the thin glass tube into her then stood up, leaving Janet bent over with just the tip of the thermometer sticking from between her firm buttocks. Janet was left there for a couple of minutes before Chris came over and pulled the thermometer from her. "Hmmm, a little warm." he chuckled then motioned for her to get up on the table. As expected Janet's feet were gently placed in the stirrups leaving her open wide. Terry took Janet's hands and pulled t hem to the top of the table. Soft cuffs fastened her wrists firmly to the table. A small pillow in the small of Janet's back ensured that her breasts thrust upward as an offering to her Master. Chris attached similar cuffs to Janet's ankles thus securing them to the steel stirrups. The stirrups were then pulled very wide. Janet had never felt so helpless and so aroused at the same time. There was nothing she could do to prevent her engorged pussy lips from parting open to expose her soaking pussy's interior. Once the stirrups were fastened wide apart, Janet's mobility was severely curtailed. Still, Terry and Chris each took a strap from the side of the table and fastened them to her knees. The strap pulled the knee out and down, keeping her extremely exposed. Now Chris moved to the end of the table and Janet felt the whole end part of the table from below her waist drop away. >From his vantage point, Chris had a perfect view of her pussy and her anus still slick from the K-Y jelly on the thermometer. He let his fingertips gently slide up her thigh. "Excited?" he whispered. Janet closed her eyes and nodded. "Good" Being on a leather table, fastened to the cool metal stirrups left Janet feeling more vulnerable, more exposed than anytime in her life. As Terry reached down and gently covered her eyes with a blindfold, Janet felt even more helpless. Her sense of hearing was instantly heightened. Her ears strained to hear what was happening around her. She heard Chris moving at the counter near her feet, heard the sound of items being moved around, then sensed that someone (was it Chris or Terry?) was again sitting between her widely stretched legs. The cool touch of a well lubricated finger at her anus was almost a relief to the anticipation. The finger teased for a moment or two then pushed gently until just the tip had slipped past the sphincter. Janet's breathing was coming in short ragged breaths. The finger twisted and turned in tiny, minute movements, each one causing Janet to squirm in her bonds. Suddenly the finger pushed deeper, sliding in slowly, not stopping until it was as deep as it would go. Janet's toes curled at the sensation of being penetrated anally. The finger moved in and out in long full movements. Janet felt her anal muscles clench despite herself thus intensifying the feeling. After a couple of minutes the finger pulled itself from her only to be replaced after a moment by the sensation of something more unyielding. A dildo? she thought. But this sensation was something altogether different. Without being able to see it, Janet's senses were extra sensitive. The cool lubricated object now starting to slide into her was at first very thin, thinner even that the finger that had just left her but as it slid in, she felt it widen, pushing open her ass. Whoever had a handle on the object was moving it in and out with a tiny motion, letting it slide a little deeper and thus spread her open a little wide each time. On one push it spread Janet open very wide and was held there, stretching her anal ring. Janet felt it push inward just a little further and to her surprise, the object was much narrower. Her sphincter clenched down, pulling the object deep into her rectum and then holding her open on a much thinner "neck" as the wide handle stopped the object from disappearing into her. The only sound in the room now was Janet's ragged breathing. Chris chuckled and patted her mound with one hand as he stood up from between Janet's legs. "I'd ask you if you enjoyed that but it's obvious that you do." Janet had to admit that it was true. Even bound and blindfolded she could tell how wet she was. Again she heard movement at the counter then a gentle tug on her pubic hair. The sound of a 'snip' of scissors shocked her. 'Snip, snip, snip' and in a flash, Janet knew what was happening. Her pubic hair was being removed! Janet heard herself whimpering at the idea and she was completely helpless to do anything about it! Terry patted Janet's tummy as Chris continued to remove her muff. "Don't worry, you're going to look so hot without it." she said. The scissors stopped and Chris continued with shaving cream and a safety razor until Janet was as smooth as when she was eight years old. "Oh God!" she thought, "I wonder if they're going to do the same thing to Bobby?" Janet felt the straps at her knees, ankles and wrists being removed and a moment later, she was being helped to her feet by the dominant couple. The sensation of the rectal plug, still lodged deep in her body, was even more intense when standing. Janet was led out of the examining room while still blindfolded and into another adjacent room. Chris pulled her hands in front of her and attached them to a cord that a moment later pulled her hands toward the ceiling. When she was stretched upwards, the rope was tied, leaving the pretty girl to wait for whatever would come next. Janet heard the sound of one person leaving the room while the other continued to move around in front of her. The fingers that then pulled her nipple erect and the sensation of the nipple clips being attached were no surprise. Back in the waiting room, Bobby heard the intercom come alive again, "Alright Bobby, it's time for your examination." Bobby's heart was thumping as he entered the darkened room. Like Janet, he moved toward the lit area. "Clasp your hands behind your head if you please." said Terry. "Now turn slowly for me." Bobby felt himself blushing as he turned to expose his naked bottom, uncovered by the short hospital gown. Terry had him pause while facing away from her. She leaned back in her chair and enjoyed the view of his tight little behind. She smiled in the darkness. 'That bottom will be feeling quite different in a few minutes.', she thought. Terry led Bobby over to the examining table. Bobby couldn't help thinking what Janet must have looked like on this table only a few short minutes ago. The steel stirrups that stuck out from the end of the table were still stretched wide apart. Bobby could see the leather straps hanging from them and pictured Janet's ankles straining against them as she was exposed to her Master and Mistress. Suddenly it occurred to him that it would soon be him with his feet in the stirrups. He blushed as Terry ordered him up onto the table. A moment later he was told to lie back and Bobby did so, embarrassed to be put into the humiliating position that women must suffer when visiting their gynaecologist. Terry gently placed his feet in the steel stirrups, still slightly warm from Bobby's wife's feet. Terry reached over and pulled the leather straps over his ankles and pulled them tight as she fastened him to the stirrups. Terry moved up to the head of the table and took the submissive man's hands in hers and positioned them up to the head of the table so that Bobby was fully extended on the table. Leather straps there held him now helpless in this exposed position. Bobby felt his breathing quicken as he realized that he was now at his Mistress' mercy. Bobby looked up in time to see Terry's hands descending with a blindfold that now cut his vision off from whatever would happen next. With his sense of hearing now heightened, Bobby hear Terry move back to the end of the examining table. Another set of leather straps at his knees pulled them out and down to leave his genital and anal area overextended and completely exposed. Bobby listened as Terry moved around the room near the end of the table. Now he wished that he had paid more attention to just what had been sitting on the counter near there. What, he wondered, was there for her to use on him. Now, there was silence. Bobby held his breath, wondering what would happen next. As the tip of Terry's well-lubricated figure touched the center of Bobby's anus, he let out a soft sigh. The finger teased there for a moment before dipping inside. Terry added more lubricant to her long but slender figure then pushed it deeply into her young male submissive. The finger moved in and out, twisting as it went, adding more lubricant every once in awhile until the interior of Bobby's rectum was thoroughly covered with vaseline. By now Bobby's hips were straining upward, pushing against Terry's finger despite himself. As the finger pulled from him, Terry felt Bobby's muscles trying to hold it in. "Oh you like that do you?" she asked. Terry chuckled as she watched Bobby blush beneath his blindfold. She reached over and took a rectal plug similar to the one still firmly inserted in Bobby's wife Janet now tied in the next room. She eased just the tip of the flesh-colored plastic past the resistance of his sphincter and held it there, watching his reaction. Despite all the stimulation of his anus, Terry knew that his bottom was very tight. She would have to go a little slower than with Janet. The plug eased out slightly then pushed in a little deeper. Terry held it a moment, then let the pressure up and let the tip of the plug slide almost out before sliding it in even deeper this time. This in and out motion continued. Terry kept sliding the lubricated plug in deeper and deeper, twisting slightly as she did so. Bobby had started to moan slightly and did so again as the thickest part of the plug slid into him, holding his anus stretched wide apart upon it. Terry held this part of the plug in him, not letting the anal ring either push it out or pull it in. She twisted the plug slowly through a full rotation and smiled as Bobby whimpered at the exquisite sensation. His cock was now rock hard in front of her and Terry couldn't help but to bend down and let just the tip of her tongue taste the drop of pre-cum waiting for here there. Bobby gasped at the warm touch of his Mistress tongue and Terry watched his cock twitch in reaction. She chose this moment to add just a little more pressure and let the rectal plug be pulled deeply into her submissive friend as his anal muscles clamped down on the narrow neck of the plastic intruder. Terry stepped back as Bobby moaned loudly and strained upward in his bonds. For a moment she wondered if he would be able to help from coming but Bobby was able to bring himself under control and calm down slightly. Terry let him regain his composure for a minute or two while she prepared things at the counter. The next sensation that Bobby experienced was similar to his wife's had been a few short minutes before. Terry quickly and expertly clipped his pubic hair to a short stubble using scissors. Like Janet, it took Bobby a moment or two to realize exactly what was happening and then he moaned in embarrassment as his Mistress quickly removed the last covering his genitals had from her. The shaving cream and razor were next and Bobby held his breath as she carefully shaved the sensitive area. In a few short minutes Bobby's pubis was as naked as it had been when he was a child. Terry slowly, sensuously rubbed warm oil around his cock, balls and pubis leaving his naked cock rock hard. Bobby felt a strange feeling as Terry fastened something around his cock and balls. Without being able to see it, he wasn't sure what it was. Terry smiled at the sight of the baby pink ribbon now tied with a bow around Bobby's move sensitive parts. The long end of the ribbon she left hanging down between his legs. She'd need it shortly. Bobby listened as Terry made her way up the table toward his chest. Again, Terry leaned down and this time took his left nipple in her mouth. Bobby arched his back against the leather straps as his Mistress bit down on his sensitive nipple and pulled it upwards. The tiny nipple quickly became erect and Bobby felt Terry pull it out further as she fastened the metal clip to it. Bobby's cock twitched again, betraying the turn on that the restraining clip was to him. Terry's mouth was already on the right nipple pulling it erect also. With the long rectal plug still in him and the clips firmly fastened on his nipples, Bobby felt Terry releasing him from the table. The leather straps on his wrists were left on and as he was pulled up to a sitting position, Terry fastened them behind his back. As Bobby moved to his feet, his buttocks came together and he felt the plug sliding even deeper into his bottom. Terry now reached down to take hold of the end of the pink ribbon firmly tied around Bobby's erect cock and balls. "Come along young man." she said and gave a little tug on the ribbon. Bobby was helpless to do anything but obey, shuffling forward in tiny steps hoping not to walk into anything. Terry led him into the next room where his wife Janet was still tied with her hands to the ceiling. Janet had not been left idle. Chris had kept up the teasing on her body while Terry had prepared her husband on the doctor's examining table. A vibrating magic wand had been playing all over her hot body and Terry could see immediately that the pretty young girl was bathed in a fine sheen of sweat. Janet's breathing was coming in ragged breaths by now. Chris had kept the rectal plug deep in her and had attached clips identical to Bobby's to Janet's thick nipples. The vibrator had touched the clips and the end of the plug every once in awhile producing a tremor through the firm body. Janet's freshly shaved pussy had obviously tasted the vibrator also, thought Terry as she noticed the submissive young girl's juices on the smooth lips. Janet's clit was now erect, poking up teasingly between the bare lips. Terry led Bobby over to the center of the room directly in front of Janet and positioned him facing her. Chris helped to tie his hands to the ceiling also so that he was helplessly stretched right in front of his wife. Although the young couple could not see each other, the heat of each was evident to the other. Janet felt the hot breath in front of her and knew that it must be Bobby. Chris and Terry moved forward and the two submissives felt their nipple clips being adjusted. A moment later, there were only two clips between them. Bobby's nipples were now firmly attached to those of his wife. Bobby and Janet felt themselves pressing against each other. Bobby's rigid cock was now poking up at Janet's oiled smooth lips. Terry reached between them to guide the firm organ up into his wife. The couple moaned in unison at the intense feeling. Unable to wait, Bobby started moving in and out of Janet only to feel the ribbon around his balls pull with a sharp jerk. "Not until your told." said his Mistress sharply. The tension of trying to stay in Janet without moving was almost more than Bobby could bear. Janet also moaned in frustration, wanting desperately the thrust of Bobby's cock into her over-sensitized pussy. Terry and Chris stepped back to enjoy the scene. It was unique. The naked, stretched submissive couple were attached to each other at the nipple and their genitals. "Now then," said Terry, "I suppose you two would like to begin to rut like a couple of dogs in heat wouldn't you?" "Oh yes Mistress, please." moaned Bobby and Janet. "Very good." chuckled Chris, "We'll give you a helping hand then. Your Mistress and I will be setting the pace." A moment later Janet felt the sharp crack of a riding crop against her naked buttocks as Chris smacked her with it. The surprise of the smack thrust her against Bobby, pushing his cock deep into her and causing her to moan loudly. As Janet pulled back a swipe of the crop by Terry onto Bobby's buttocks caused him to thrust forward again. The sound of the dual spanking continued like a metronome, spanking first one then the other, controlling the pace of the couple's rutting. It was Bobby who started to come first. Chris and Terry had been watching for it. His breath now in short desperate gasps, his buttocks clenched again and again as he arched himself into Janet. The movement pulled at the clips which fastened the pair's nipples firmly together. Janet felt her nipples being pulled out by the clips as her husband cried out in front of her. Chris moved forward and with one hand twisted the Janet's rectal plug. It was all she needed. With a loud sob, she came too, twisting and pulling against her bonds and grinding her naked pubis against her husband. Finally, hanging limply from their wrists, it was over. What would happen next? wondered Bobby. What could top this? wondered Janet. They would soon find out.

23 May 2008

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I snatched one more glimpse of his cock before I shut the website. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Wasn’t I a respectable person with high morals? How could I possibly look at a man’s penis on the internet? Was I really that depraved? My brain was doing overtime trying to justify my indiscretions. A nice, wholesome girl, gone bad. All I could hope for was that no-one would find out. That was 2 years ago, and a lot has changed since then. Everyone still thinks of me as that lovely girl, so sweet and lonely, but they don’t know what goes on behind closed doors… So far this week I’ve fucked 13 guys in person, phone-fucked 8 others, and sent filthy messages over the internet to at least another 30. I’m a woman of loose morals now. I have become a depraved whore in the last couple of years, and I’m having trouble keeping my legs closed. I guess I’m a slut who’ll fuck anything on two legs. Let me tell you about this weeks fucks... The first guy I met on AMM. He was in the Qld chat room, and had apparently looked at my titty shots. He asked for access to my private gallery where he got to see me pushing a dildo in my snatch and then into my mouth. He was very straight forward and asked if he could come over and ‘do’ me. I always like to know what my next lay looks like before I meet him, but this bloke didn’t have a pic. I decided to say yes anyway because my juices were running. About half an hour later he turned up. I opened the door and he forced himself on top of me there and then. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but I would have liked to have got a better look at his face before I started sucking his cock. He sprayed his load on my face, told me I was a ‘good fucking slut’, then left. My needs weren’t met so I got straight back on line and got another bite straight away. This bloke reckoned he’d lick my pussy for hours. I gave him my address and he turned up about 11pm. He looked me up and down, then unzipped his pants. For some reason I just can’t help myself, and always end up on my knees with my head between a blokes legs. This bloke had an average sized dick and it fitted nicely in my mouth. He made me stop just before he was ready to cum, and asked me to spread my legs. No problem, I’m used to that. He lay on top of me missionary style and pumped away until I felt those familiar warm spurts filling my hole. When he was finished he helped me push my dildo in, then he ferociously flicked away at my clit until I came. The third guy who fucked me this week was a dom. I met him on a telephone dating site. He sounded like an arrogant prick, and he kept demanding that I meet up with him in a city hotel. I treated it as a joke at first, and made the mistake of telling him to “get fucked”. His tone and demeanour changed and I realised that I was messing with a very serious man. It turned me on. He told me I was a low-life whore, and that I was to submit to him immediately. I was about to say ‘no’ when he recited my telephone number, and told me he would let all my friends and neighbours know what a slut I was, if I didn’t submit to him immediately. When I arrived at his hotel, he answered the door naked except for a loin cloth covering his penis. He told me I was a stupid fucking slut then he grabbed my top and hauled me inside. Once the door was shut he looked at me and said “you can leave any time you like, just say so”. He looked me up and down making me feel like an absolute wench, then said “I know you won’t leave though, because you’re a cum-bucket, fuck-slut… aren’t you”? I didn’t answer, and immediately felt his open-handed slap across my face. It stung. “You’re a cum-bucket, fuck-slut, aren’t you”? “Yes sir”, I replied this time. I asked him his name, he said “mind your own fucking business, whore”, then he took me to a bedroom and pushed me onto a massage table. He made me lay on my back, spread-eagled, then chained my wrists and ankles up so I couldn’t move. He put his weight on top of me, stuck a finger in my slit, and started kissing me with an open mouth. As his finger thrusted in and out, he licked my face and repeatedly called me a whore. I was wet beyond belief. I told him to “fuck me and treat me like a slut”. I was expecting him to withdraw, but he didn’t. Instead he straddled me, grabbed a fist full of my hair, and stuck his dick in my mouth. It was already hard, and so fucking big! He took it out and cock-slapped my face with it Then he got off my chest and walked around behind my head. He grabbed me under the chin and stretched my head back. Again he entered my mouth with his cock, but this time he was serious. “Deepthroat bitch”. He guided the shaft in and out a few times, while his hands clasped around my face. I could feel his balls hitting the back of my head. After a couple of moments, he pulled back. I thought he was going to withdraw, but instead he took a second to move his big hands down to my tits. He squeezed them hard, leaned forward and sucked each nipple, then slapped them both several times, leaving large red welt marks. “You fucking little whore”, he said as he punished my tits. “Sluts like you need a rock hard mouth fucking”. “Open wide bitch”. With that he thrust his cock deep and hard down my throat, over and over again. I really did feel like a used slut. He sounded like he was about to cum, when I finally felt his big knob slowly making its way out of my throat. I started to gag and thought I was going to lose it, when he slapped me across the face and told me to get my fucking act together. After he withdrew I wondered if he was going to fuck my pussy. He didn’t though, instead he left the room. I waited for him to return, but an hour later he still hadn’t. I felt really vulnerable, tied-up, spread eagled on the massage table. Suddenly I heard someone talking. Who was he talking to? I listened again. There was a group… at least 6 of them. I suddenly felt a surge of juices rush through my body. My pussy was wet. On one hand it turned me on, but on the other, I just wasn’t sure… He opened the door and I heard him say “that’s her boys, go for it”. I started to say ‘no’, then he grabbed my cheeks roughly, brought his face up to mine and said “do you want to leave”? I looked around, and counted… there were 10 of them. “No”, I whispered. With that he slapped my face again, told me it was a ‘good decision from a low-life slut’, then told me to open my mouth. He pushed his cock in again, and at the same time motioned to one of the men to start fucking my pussy. They loosed the restraints on my wrists and pulled my body down the table just far enough for them to get easy access to my pussy. So there I was with a dom fucking my face and another 10 guys lined up to fuck my pussy. The first guy had an exceptionally fat cock and he rammed it in hard. He grabbed a hold of my legs and spread them as wide as he could. All I could hear while he thrusted was him saying “yeah, fucking fat whore, fucking fat whore…”. But I was still somewhat distracted by my mouth copping a rogering, while he squeezed my tits at the same time. Next thing, I hear the fat cock bloke yelling “I’m cumming, I’m cumming”! Immediately, the master withdrew from my mouth. I didn’t know what was happening until the fat cocked bloke came running up beside my face and stared spraying his hot jism all over me! Half the other blokes were egging him on… “yeah Max, give it to her”; “spray your cum on her… she’s a slut, she loves it”. But while he was spurting his last bits of cum on me, another bloke had taken his place and was fucking my pussy. That’s when I realised I was copping a full-forced bukkake bath! One after the other, every single one of those guys fucked my cunt, then ran around in time to pump their spunk all over my face, through my hair, and on my tits! It was warm and sticky, and the bits that got in my mouth were salty. There was so much of it. One after the other, the men told me what a dirty fucking bitch I was. Once they were done, they wagged their soft cocks in my face and told me I’d be back for more. One of them forced me to suck his shaft until it was hard again – all the other blokes stood and watched while he fucked my face. It seemed to take forever for him to get hard again, but eventually he did. He didn’t pull out when he was read to cum, instead he grabbed a hold of my head with one hand, and squeezed my tits with the other… then he thrust hard a few times until he came. I tried not to swallow, but he kept pushing harder until I had no choice. I gagged a bit, but managed to get it all down before he withdrew, reminding me again what a “fucking little slut” I was. I went home that night, very pleased with myself. I masturbated for an eternity, while I reminisced about the day’s events. The best part of all was that I knew the master had a video set up in the corner, and I knew my depravity would be posted on the internet for millions to enjoy. xxx chubbygal

14 March 2008

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My heartbeat at twice its normal pace, my face flushed and warm, though I was cool in the night air. I stood waiting, as instructed, “Something sexy, revealing and definitely no panties,” I was told five days before meeting my Master. This sent my head reeling with the possibilities. I always knew there was a wild streak in me, but what I was about to do tonight, surpassed even my teenage exploits. I had spent the days dreaming of what I could do, would do, when instructed. Would I say no at any point, just to feel the sting of the lash? Would I use my code word? No one had pushed my limit yet, but I had a feeling this master could make me code. The time was 10:30; the night chill set my mind to warmer things, the sting of the lash as it landed on my back. I stood outside the house with the porch light illuminating my silhouette under my sheer skirt, the split at the front reaching to the top of my thighs. My boots were knee high and warm. Ample breasts covered only by a bra and tie front jacket, my midriff exposed, were saved from the biting cold by my woollen wrap. A car slowed, I recognised the driver as the suave gentleman that had been in my thoughts for the past five days. As he got out of his car, I watched him through hooded lids, his stance and his gait, all familiar, yet to be explored more deeply. Reaching me his scent engulfed me; he brought my hand up and kissed the back of it, saying, “You should be honoured tonight, as I will teach you a new level of submission.” The confidence that he exuded made me feel like my cheeks were flushed and I turned away. In a soft voice, so uncharacteristic of me I asked, “Would you like to come in for a drink?” “Of course my dear, I would be delighted to prolong your pleasure.” His smile reached his eyes, crinkling them and giving him an air of wickedness. “Damn,” I thought, “I was hoping he would refuse the social niceties, say no, and go straight to the club.” Having made the offer, I opened the door and a blast of warm air hit me - my cheeks feeling bright and hot. As soon as I walked into the light, he would see the effect he was having on me and the game would begin in earnest. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Drinks were poured and we sat in the lounge, partly because of its warmth and partly its low lighting; the less I give away now, the more fun it will be revealing all at the club. I took a chair opposite the couch, needing some space to collect myself. He sat on the table in front of me, ignoring my lead and invading my space; his aroma, sending shivers down my spine, invading me. He turned and placed the drink I handed him on the coffee table. “I hope you have obeyed my instructions; It’s time to find out.” He rested his hands on the inside of my thighs, about half way up and pushed my legs apart. The split allowed him full access to the area he wished to explore. No barriers, I knew at this point that I would give over control. I did not resist when my legs, splayed before him, quivered slightly. My hands dropped to my sides, and I leaned back in the chair. A finger trailed up the inside of my right thigh, nail gently pressing against the tender flesh, enough to sting, but not enough to leave a welt. As it reached my pussy, my back arched forward and my pelvis followed, opening the wetness to his probing. He spread my aching lips and pinched my clit roughly between two fingers sending a jolt through me, ok, he’s not much for warm up, as my breath filled my lungs. Before I could recover, two thick fingers were plunged inside me and a groan escaped from my belly as I doubled over, the intensity made me contract enough to push the fingers straight out again. “Very good, you know how to take instruction.” My eyes opened to find him looking at me with approval. “Do you have toys?” The twinkle in his eye told me I had better come up with something. “I do – would you like something in particular?” “I think you should go and get something that can be inserted into your wet pussy, but make sure you can keep it in there. You will be leaving the house with it in and wearing it for a while.” As I stood, his hand landed across my ass, shooting pleasure through my cheeks and into my hole. I moved quickly into the bedroom and opening the bottom draw of the bedside table, the toys shifted and a flash of silver caught my eye. The balls, of course! no, if I were made to squat, it would be near impossible to keep them in. Rummaging through the draw I couldn’t see any other options - my toys needed new friends. The balls it would have to be! I lifted them out of their case and placed one leg up on the bed, inserting them into my pussy one at a time. The string gently placed to the back of my opening to be out of sight if I was exposed. My turn to get one over him; he will have to wait until later to see what I chose. Just as I was closing the draw, I saw a butt plug that I had bought for a sub. He was a tight ass, so I never had a chance to use it. That might give him a clear message, should I take it? Slipping it out of the draw, without a second thought, I walked through the kitchen and dropped it into my bag - another ace up my sleeve. Two large silver balls now sat firmly against my innermost lips, one next to the other, pressing gently against the walls of my cave as I walked. I moved past him as he was still on the table and dropped into the chair, crossing my legs in front of him. A resounding thud came from within me and he looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “I don’t suppose you wish to share what that sound was?” “No,” the smile escaped from my lips. “We’ll just have to see then.” He placed his hands on my knees but this time I resisted; I was ready for the pressure. A frown crossed his face; I knew that I had displeased him. “You will open your legs to me; Now!” “No,” was my meek reply. “You know what the consequences are, don’t you.” “Yes,” the word was just a breath. “Well I think its time to go, are you ready?” “Yes,” my voice a little stronger this time, was still not showing confidence. With that, he stood up and walked out the door, leaving me to scamper behind him. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o The drive was quiet, no chitchat, I knew punishment for my indiscretion at the house would come later. We walked into the club, Master leading, me behind with my head and eyes lowered respectfully. The owner was standing by the door, his gaze settled on me and knew immediately how to play the situation. “Good evening Sir, pleasure to see you both back again,” the two men shook hands warmly while exchanging niceties. All the while, I stood, with my hands clasped, and head lowered. “You may speak,” were the only words my Master said to me. “Good evening Sir, it is my pleasure to be back,” I said to the owner Placing his finger under my chin, he lifted my head to make eye contact with me. “You are most welcome. Please go up and enjoy your night.” The accompanying wink told me that he knew exactly what was happening tonight. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o We walked up the stairs and at the top; Master pulled a collar out of his pocket. It was more like a choker necklace than a collar though; I had never seen anything like it. Chrome plated leather, with a large ring attached to the V at the front. He pulled out a key and removed the padlock off the hooks at the back. He motioned me to turn around and his arms came down around my head and shoulders. He opened it and placed it firmly around my neck, the lock clicked. Master’s arms moved away from me and he reached into his pocket to retrieve something else. The weight of the padlock was pulling the collar backwards and placing enough pressure on my throat to make my breathing shallow. The chain lead was a welcome sight. Master hooked it onto the ring at the front, a sort of balance was struck; pull, I breathed comfortably, loose, and I did not. The handle slipped over his hand onto his wrist and grabbing the chain, he yanked me into submission As I was lead by my collar to the back room, my head down and eyes lowered, all I could see were the rows of tea light candles lining the hallway floor. My heart pounding, we passed many doors. A creaking then the sharp sound of flesh connecting with flesh, a moan of ecstasy, or was that pain? A crack of a whip brought my senses to a peak. My step faltered on its path slightly. A gentle tug on the collar and I was brought back into line. I knew that my earlier indiscretion was about to come back and haunt me. Which tool would he use to punish me and bring me to submission? We entered the back room of the club and my eyes lifted momentarily, to take in the scene. A large bed stood before me with a stockade built into the bed head, a girl was trapped in it, kneeling, with her bare buttocks protruding. A rather butch woman in uniform, stood off to one side with a long cane switch in her hand. As we passed, I thought I saw a large strap on dildo, protruding from the fly of her pants. This girl was in for a ride. The other corner had a lounge; two couples were sitting watching the girl on the bed and fondling each other. To the left of the couch was the dungeon playroom. The only way to enter was through the large barred gate left slightly ajar; the room filled with equipment, a St. Andrew’s cross, complete with rings and cuffs; a pommel horse, and a shelf of “goodies” like ice, and candles. A few chairs were scattered around the room for people to be able to view the proceedings. I knew I was going to be on show and this excited me. Having my eyes down cast did not allow me to see detail, though the small amount I was able to glean from my peripheral vision was enticing. Muffled screams and groans of pain, or was that ecstasy? The smell of … what was that smell? - Sex, fear, maybe a hint of patchouli or vanilla, permeated my skin. Master chose a chair to sit in, rather a throne, and ordered me to kneel before him. Dispensing with the clothing on the upper half of my body, he pulled another surprise out of his jacket pocket; I wondered how many more things he had in there? “Spread your legs when you kneel before me, I wish to have access to you at all times; do not cross your legs in front of me, ever!” My mind had dropped into a trance like state - not knowing, or caring too much who bore witness. He reached down and a glimpse of wood caught my eye before I felt the pinch of his fingers on my clit. “You are so wet, I don’t know if this will hold. Will you tell me what you have inserted inside you now?” he asked. I guess this was my chance to redeem myself, in for a penny… “No Sir, it is a surprise.” One corner of my mouth upturned, and an eyebrow rose, almost daring him to use what ever he held. I felt the pressure increase as he pinched tighter; Master’s other hand reached down to clip the wooden peg to my clit. It took first go and I drew backwards, the pain, so sharp, shocked my system. The chain attached to my collar was yanked forward. My head now inches from his feet. “Tell me what I wish to know,” his voice soft, but authoritarian. I just shook my head from side to side and said nothing. He tugged the chain upward, assuming full control over my body, my back straightened, head lowered, eyes now closed. The weight of the padlock on the back of my collar began to place pressure on my throat. I swallowed hard against it and it lifted slightly, but not enough for relief. My left nipple ring was pulled out, extending the nipple impossibly, and a peg was clipped, behind the ring on the fleshy areola; my ring sitting out straight, as if reaching for my Master. Once the other peg was placed in the same manner on my right breast, I was asked again, “Tell me what you have inside you.” This time my face was lifted to look upon his and my insubordination was clearly beginning to frustrate him. He required my full and utter submission; the spirit does not submit that easily. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o It seemed like an eternity had passed, the pain coursing through my body from the core, only just subsiding into a dull ache. In my position, I was not to move. My knees were aching, my feet beginning to go numb from the lack of circulation. Master sat and watched the activities in the dungeon room ignoring me. His were the only desires that mattered. People chatted to him, ignoring my presence. This was fine with me because all my energy was focused on controlling the pain. I did not even listen to the conversations, until I heard Master say, “…Of course you may take her and she will obey you as she is to obey me. If she gives you any problems feel free to discipline her.” My head began to rise and I remembered that I was not able to look upon the face of my Master, or any, unless ordered to. I could not even remember hearing if it was a woman or a man whom Master had been talking. My chain lead was handed over to the other, and a gentle tug motioned me to stand. My feet had pins and needles that made it difficult to walk. I hoped we did not have to go far. I was led into the dungeon playroom only a few steps away. The long skirt and swagger told me that a female, a Domme, often very sadistic and pain orientated, was leading me. This was my punishment. The pegs had only been the beginning. As we passed the cross, I noticed someone on it, good I won’t be made to stand. I was lead over to the pommel horse, the collar on my neck was evenly balanced, not tugging me along or placing pressure on my throat. It seemed as if I was walking of my own free will. A hand was placed gently on my breastbone to indicate for me to stop. No words spoken. A man in a leather collar and chaps, cock gated in a 5-ring contraption, knelt before me, and buckled leather cuffs on my ankles, the clips left to dangle. A gentle voice said, “Place your hands palm down, with arms extended in front of you,” my arms raised immediately. Two more cuffs were buckled to my wrists. The leather was heavy, pins and needles sensation shooting up my legs from the pressure on my ankles. “Walk forward to the pommel horse,” I moved slowly as if in a dream. The man who had buckled my ankles now leaned forward and clipped the cuffs to the rings at the base of the horse. “Bend forward and place your arms down the sides of the horse.” Her instructions were followed to the letter. I couldn’t see my master, but I felt sure his eyes were on me at all times. My chin rested on the horse, my long body laying the length of the top. My exposed breasts pressed against the cold vinyl adding pressure to the pegs. The Mistress clipped the cuffs to rings on the side. I caught a glimpse of her dark hair, with a purple streak in the fringe. Her head bent, I couldn’t see her face. She finished attaching me and walked around behind me. My bare back was untouched yet and my ass had only had a light spank from Master before arriving. “I have been told that you were disobedient to your master. You refuse to tell him what you have inserted inside you. This is against his rules.” Her sultry voice went on. “It has been decided that I am to punish you fully till you tell me what it is. Do you understand?” I nodded to show my understanding. “Do you have anything you wish to tell me?” Again an out, but I was too intrigued to see what would happen next. “When you are asked a direct question you must answer. If you do not you will be whipped. Again I ask you, do you have anything you wish to tell me?” “No, M’lady” I responded quietly. “Well then you will be punished until you comply with your Masters’ demand.” From my position on the pommel horse, I began to wonder if I should have said something about the silver balls earlier. The Domme was walking around me. My wrists and ankles fastened securely. The peg on my clit began to throb. The Domme raised my skirt to expose my behind and rubbed my ass cheeks firmly, squeezing and patting them, each pat getting a little harder until the first smack came down on my right cheek. My breath was held tight in my chest and came rushing out from between gritted teeth with the second smack. “Do you know the code word?” her sensual voice whispered in my ear. “Yes M’lady” I replied. “Well then I will begin with that cheeky ass of yours. You have been a very naughty little girl and deserve to be spanked for your insolence.” Her hand came down six times on each cheek, each one harder than the one before. My insides were quivering; my engorged clit held tight with the peg, I was melting from the inside out. “She is gaining too much pleasure from this Lady. You might need to use one of your tools.” “I think you’re right Sir, which do you prefer the markings of?” “Her cheeks are so deliciously fleshy that the crop leaves a nice impression on them.” I knew that he had been watching the whole time. I shifted my hips just enough to take the pressure off my sex - immediately a hand came down on my ass and pushed it back into place, “Did I tell you to move!?” “No M’lady, it’s just…” “A simple yes or no will do!” She brought the crop across my cheeks. My head raised and my back arched, pushing my hips further onto the horse, the intensity through my clit was peaking. I did not know if I could hold off much longer. “It is time we went back to the basics of discipline, do you know how to count?” her question seemed odd to me. “Yes M’lady.” “Then begin counting the strokes and remember to thank me.” “Yes M’lady.” The first stroke of the crop came down on my ass, and her hand went immediately to soothe the area. “One, thank you.” “How should you address me?” “M’lady?” “You must always address me in an appropriate manner, do you understand?” “Yes M’lady, Thank you M’lady.” “We shall begin again, and if you do not do each one correctly, I will start from the beginning until you get it right, understand?” “Yes M’lady.” The crop came again and this time I responded softly, “One, thank you M’lady” “Much better, but a little louder so we can all hear you” This made me wonder, how many people were there? When we began there were only about five or six people milling around. I tried to look up but the next stroke came, “Two, thank you M’lady” Then the next one came and my whole body jolted, it was low on my cheeks and ripples of pain shot into my asshole. “Three, thank you M’lady” “Louder!” “Four, thank you M’lady”, my voice a quiver. The next two strokes came down hard and I flinched on each of them, slightly raising my buttocks off the horse to receive them, in the hope that they would sting less. This was not the case. On the sixth stroke I responded, “Six, M’lady. Thank you for your tutoring.” “Did I say I was finished?” “No M’lady, I just assumed …” “Well, you know you should never assume. Do you know what I want to hear?” “Yes M’lady.” “Are you prepared to tell me yet?” She bent down to look upon my face, the first time I had seen her eyes; they were so clear and blue. It shocked me from my resolve not to tell her the toy I had inserted in me, “Yes M’lady” my voice almost a whisper. “So what is it you have?” “A set of silver balls which clang together when I walk or move, M’lady.” “Ahh, this could be fun, would you like me to remove them now and show them to your master?” “If that is your wish, M’lady” “How is your clit feeling, have you had enough of the peg yet?” “Yes M’lady.” “Well perhaps I will remove them, perhaps I will not.” “As you wish M’lady.” “Good, now you understand. You will be untied, let us see if you are disciplined enough to take my orders without the restraints.” The Domme’s sub appeared and unclipped the hooks from my wrists and ankles, leaving the heavy leather cuffs. M’lady told me to stand and lift my skirt. Slowly I rose from the horse, my head and eyes lowered. I stood before her hitched my skirt to my waist. “Spread your legs and bend backwards,” her voice soft again. With my back leaning on the pommel horse, I did, as she required. The pressure on my tender ass a welcome reminder that I was hers to do with as she pleased; I only hoped that included release. She trailed the crop down my naked breasts, across my belly and between my thighs. Her other hand reached down and snatched the peg from my clit; my eyelids fluttered as the blood rushed back to the area, a sigh escaped me. “You know the rules? You are not to cum until I allow you too.” “Yes M’lady.” She twitched the crop between my thighs. I stood with my feet planted and my pelvis forward to receive every stroke. The balls, now saturated, began to slip - I had to squeeze my muscles tightly. To drop them now would mean severe punishment. She stopped the swinging crop just as suddenly as she had begun. I remained standing as ordered. I could see that the room had filled while I was on show - my master now sat a few feet away, hand on chin, smiling his half smile. M’lady turned to him, “Sir, do you have any further suggestions?” “Have her kneel before me.” I was lead over to my Master, a gentle pressure on my shoulders told me to lower my body. I knelt before him, legs spread, open to whom ever he wished, my skirt still held waist high. M’lady stood behind him, and looked down upon me with pride. I felt like a child brought before her parents. “You have responded well to the discipline. Now how do you respond to orders when you are not restrained?” He reached forward and grabbed my sex in his fist, squeezing the mound and entering me with his fingers. “Ahh yes the silver balls. What are we to do with those?” “Anything you wish Sir.” “Is there anything else you need to tell me?” The thought of the butt plug in my bag weighed heavily on my mind, “Yes Sir.” I knelt prostrate before my Master his silence chilled me. Had I revealed the toys that I had brought earlier, I knew I could have saved myself a lot of pain and humiliation. The pain, I was not sorry that I had experienced; the humiliation was tempered only by the fact that I was unable to look upon the faces that surrounded us now. M’lady was the first to speak, “Tell your master what you have had hidden from him. You now understand the consequences of secrecy.” “Yes M’lady, I shall, if you would look in my bag, you will see the item I have kept hidden.” The revelation of its existence would cause me more shame. Sir reached down and handed my bag to M’lady. Upon opening it, the butt plug, visible only to her, M’lady laughed. “So you wish to be stretched, to receive your Master in your ass?” “Yes M’lady.” “I must say you are a surprise package.” She withdrew the plug and placed it in my mouth, “This is where you shall wear it for now.” M’lady left us to tie her sub to the Cross. The latex tasted bitter and powdery on the back of my tongue, making me gag slightly. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Master lifted the chain and I rose to a standing position. He led me to the toilets and told me to pee; he wished to see my stream. I had never had to pee on command before and found it difficult to begin. My naked breasts still wearing the pegs on each nipple, now comfortably numb, were shocked by the cooler air in the toilets. A shudder ran through me, and I was able to comply. My legs were spread wide and Master watched me with his half smile, aware that I would now do anything he wished. My spirit had been broken – my submission was his. After the toilet, I was taken back to the playroom. The candles flickering as I walked, barefoot and half-naked down the corridor to who knows what. This time he did not enter the dungeon room. He walked over to the stockade bed now empty, and ordered me to kneel on it with my ass facing him. He removed the plug from my mouth, “Please sir, if I may speak?” “Go ahead.” “If you are to place that in between my cheeks, I must tell you that I am so close to orgasm. I have been whipped and teased, and I beg you for release.” “You may beg for it, but you may not get it. It is for me to decide whether you deserve it and whether you have paid for your earlier deceit.” “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir” was my meager reply. How could I not obey this man, who had given me pleasure of an untold nature? Before tonight, I had only my fantasies of a scenario like this. To be given to someone and told that you are to submit to them without question. It was something I had dreamed of for so long. The only thing that would make the night complete was release from the longing in my sex. I knelt on the bed before Master and heard him spit - it ran down between the cheeks of my asshole. The butt plug was wet from my saliva and Master worked the spit around the area for lubrication. The sheer curtains surrounding the bed were pulled aside and a couple stopped in their tracks. “I think you would do best to find somewhere else for your fornication, unless you wish to watch.” I could hear the sly smile in his voice. The plug was roughly pushed in to my hole; a primal sound from deep within escaped me. They decided to move on. There were still a few people around the room but the curtains provided an enticing silhouette of the events on the bed. Master lifted the stockade built into the bed head. “Place your head and hands in here.” I crawled forward and obeyed the instructions immediately. The gate came down on my neck and I felt the tightness in my wrists. Master unbuckled the cuffs I had been wearing. “How is that? Comfortable I presume?” I was now naked, completely immobilised and trying to hold both a butt plug and two silver balls inside me. My nipples were pegged and I had no idea what was to come next. M’lady re-entered the room. “How are you finding her demeanor sir? I do hope she has become more affable.” “Your work has done wonders, she is now a very pliable submissive.” Their exchange sent a shiver of pride through me, knowing that I had pleased my Master. “So what are your intentions towards her now?” “Why M’lady, I do so hope that you would join us in this exchange. Do you wish to continue whipping her?” “Of course Sir.” “It’s always a pleasure to see you work.” M’lady had two long tailed floggers attached to each wrist. She stood on the bed behind me. “These are my dragon’s tails. They provide a warming sting on the back and buttocks.” She began swinging them; the sound of the air rushing made my heartbeat faster. The first lash came down on my back and I pulled away. Master grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me roughly, “Don’t move and you shall have release.” How could I not obey, my longing rising to a peak. I was having difficulty holding the balls in I was so wet. “Please Sir, will you remove the balls? I need them out now.” “Do you now? We’ll see what M’lady thinks, as she is in a better position to judge.” Lifting his head over the bed head to be heard, he asked “M’lady do you think she deserves release from the silver balls?” “Of course, Sir, if that is your wish?” He must have nodded, I felt her hand reach down between my wet lips, fingering around for the string, and the balls were yanked out past my tight muscles. M’lady began flogging me again, one lash, two lash, three lashes, the stinging lash, warming my back, four lashes, five lashes, the pain descending into my empty cave, six lashes, seven lashes, eight lashes, trying not to orgasm, my ass rising to receive the lashes, nine lashes, ten lashes. My body began to shake with the first signs of orgasm. Master saw my face begin to flush. “Remember, you are not to have release until I say so.” “Yes Sir, Thank you sir.” He turned to M’lady with a bow of his head, “Thank you M’lady for assisting me to bring this luscious girl to submission.” “It has been my pleasure Sir.” By the way they were talking, it seemed that he was going to finish me off on his own; I was so desperate for release now. Master opened the stockade and told me to sit before him. The butt plug pushed against my hole and I squirmed. While he was talking, he absently fingered my extended nipples, twitching the pegs and sending shivers through me. “You will get dressed and I will see you at the door to the club in five minutes. We are leaving.” My mouth fell open but I responded, “Yes Sir.” THE END ...

18 January 2008

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-To a woman, tarred with the same brush.- Some music is playing, but not loud enough to overrun a conversation. I will arrive soon, so you check everything is in place. The chair placed carefully, the chilled glasses on the bench, you know there will be champagne, or a bottle at least. Breathing heavily, your heart flutters and you move briskly to ready yourself. You hear the car shut and a short delay, you cup your smooth pussy, running a finger across the waxed slit moistened by anticipation and ready yourself over the dining table. You wear a pair of polished black high heels, black stain gloves and nothing else. A chair is positioned between you and the doorway enabling you to keep sight of both. A thick leather belt lay over a chair's back. Old enough to be a little worn with flexibility and sturdy enough to yield a reaction when landed appropriately. A long cane lay on the seat of the chair. A mid weight length with a memorable sting. Standing bent over the table, your belly and breasts pressed against the blanket covering the tabletop. With legs well parted, your face to one side, watching the doorway. I walk in through the back door. An entrance fitting for the night ahead. You see me walk through the doorway, grinning and raising your ass a little higher. Presenting. Aware of your own moistness, you know l will inspect my coven. "Hello Master, will you inspect me now?" you call. You start to wiggle your legs. " You look deliciously obedient!" I reply. Smiling, putting a bag on the bench while my cock thickens in my pants. The clink of glass bottles in the bag break the music in the background. I take out the champagne bottle. A slender bottle with a wide base graduating to a knobby cork. I place it in the fridge, and take another from the bag and place it in the fridge. You stay glued to the table awaiting my direct attention, nervously awaiting my initial caress. I walk over toward you, glancing at the chair and then at your eyes. I place my hand in the centre on the small of your shoulder. You feel the freshness of the night. I slowly glide my hand down your spine. Stopping at the top of your cheeks and run my hand back up to the centre of your shoulders. My hand slides further up to the base of your neck and I clasp your hair in my hand. “You sexy bitch!”, I calmly say as I squeeze my hand and scrunch your hair in it. With my other hand I gently glide it over your left buttock stopping along the way to caress your ass and then down to the top of you thigh. I move my hand towards you inner thigh and being to slowly slide it up, stopping just short of your wanton belly. I raise my hand and lightly smack your ass, first one cheek and then the other. Then I smack the centre of your ass and continue to spank you as I refine my aim so my hand contacts your ass and the tip of your pussy. I pull your hair back lifting your head from the table and demand you to present yourself. You shuffle your legs a little wider and raise your ass up as much as you can. My hand comes down again several times, and then finally rests cupping your cheeks and the tips of my fingers pressing upon your split. Your cheeks barely glow red, as I start to gently glide my fingers over your smooth pussy. I push firmly against your split and break the seal revealing your moistness and tease your lips. Brushing my hand against them, pushing and pulling your lips, then cupping your entire pussy in my hand to clasp it firmly in my grip. I pull upon your minge and then spread your lips with my fingers. I run my other hand down from your neck along your spine and then down to your ass. I spread your ass cheeks to fully expose your tight anus and then move my hand down a little further. My cock twitches with the wild thoughts running through my mind admiring your form. Taking firm hold of your lips I pull them apart displacing your mound and then place my fingers on each side of your lips and spread them. Your moisture is clearly visible with the shine on the inside and I tap the centre of your opening with two fingers. I slowly push my two fingers into your mound, just half way in and pause. Rotating my fingers I drill as deeply as they can forge, and then resurface. Clasping your lips together I give a gentle pull on your lips. I cup your ass cheek with caressing approval. “That’s my girl.” I say. I stop with my hand resting on your mound and stroke the slit with my middle finger. I insert the tip of it into you and slide it up to your anus. I start to circle your asshole, using your moisture for lubricant. I can feel it is tight. “Didn’t you lube your ass for me?”, I ask. “No?”, you question, “I didn’t know I had”. You stop short as I press my finger against your bung, massaging it in a small circular movement, pushing to spread the tight muscle. I move my finger to your cunt, to reload with moisture and return to massaging your ass, digging a little deeper with each completion of a circle until I penetrate with the smallest distance. “Next time, be wearing the butt-plug, so I know your ass is ready for me.”, I instruct. “Otherwise I will only fuck your ass until I am pleased with your fit….then consider your pussy and mouth.” “I am at your pleasure. Take me as you wish.”, you respond. I walk over to the chair with an erect cock locked in my pants and eye the belt on the chair. I pick up the belt and turn around to look you in the eye and start to smirk with suggestion. I walk back around you and run the tip of the belt from your shoulder down to the crack at the top of your ass several times. I rest the buckle at the top of your shoulders and align its length with your spine. With the tip covering your buttocks, I spread your cheeks and place the leather between your cheeks to keep them ajar. I am satisfied with my artwork on such a smooth canvas. “Don’t move.”, I demand. I walk around to the other side of the table and kneel down on the floor in front of you. I touch your face gently with my hand and move my face closer to yours. I push my lips closer to yours and kiss each of your cheeks and move slowly to your lips leaving a trail of constant kisses. The first kisses of the night, are always soothing and tasteful. Angling my head I plant my lips upon your and dart my tongue into your mouth. Your mouth accommodates my tongue hungrily and we begin to kiss passionately. I place my hand on the back of your head to press you closer to me. Like new lovers searching each crevice of each others mouth’s we push together to get the maximum contact. I feel my shaft in spasm and become aware that there must be pre cum dripping from my shaft. Our tongues darting, lips pressing, with mini kisses in between allowing us to breath. You launch forward eagerly and place your hand over my shoulder in order to take more of my kisses. The belt moves from between you butt cheeks. I pull your hair back and look you in the eye. “Tsk tsk tsk…”, as I shake my head, “…naughty girl”. I let go of your head and brush off your hand as I stand up. With your eyes staring directly at my crotch the bulge in my pants is obvious. I undo my belt and unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor stepping out of them. My underwear struggles to contain my hardened shaft as it tries to break free of its bondage. The pre cum is obvious on the cotton as you identify my drops soaking through the cotton. I take your hair and push my cotton covered cock against your mouth. I rub the covered shaft against your lips and your mouth opens to feel its form. You lunge your mouth forward trying to suck it, nibble it, and hold it. Pulling back I flick down the last barrier and my erect cock bounces into the freedom where it stands searching for its pleasure. I bend my knees and aim it at your mouth, but stop just short. “Hold your head still and keep you mouth around my cock. I’m go to fuck your face.”. You open your mouth and I put the tip of my knob against your bottom lip. Your tongue hungrily darts out to touch the drooling juice and lick around the head. I move my tip just a little into you mouth. I feel you sucking upon my flesh and your tongue working the hole in the end of it. Holding your head firmly between my hands I slide my knob into your mouth and then to your lips. I fill your mouth a little more with my member moving forward and then back. I start to gently fuck your mouth with short strokes. I clasp your hair with my left hand and you open your mouth pushing forward showing you have more room for my cock. I press a little deeper till I meet resistance and then pull back to the tip of your lips. I pump your gob, one stroke deep, one stroke shallow. “Reach back and hold your cheeks apart” I instruct. The view of your playground makes my knob twitch and my heart beat faster. “More!”, I demand as you reach back a little more to give maximum exposure. I push deeper in your mouth and pause for just more than a moment so you can feel my cock rest at the back of your mouth. I ease out my cock nearly all the way and push back in a little. I slowly withdraw my dick from your velvet mouth, covered in your syliva, and then slap your face with it. Again to the other cheek, and then you open your mouth to catch my knob. I hold your head in place and wave my throbbing shaft several times across your face. Then I aim my knob at your mouth and let it rest. “Hold my cock and suck” I direct. I reach for the belt laid along your back, picking it up by the buckle, and eyeing it to attain its length and flex. I gently swing it and it lands oddly across on one of you buttocks. You pause momentarily and then start to suck my cock with more suction than previous. I find a rhythm with the leather strap and begin to land on each buttock with a pause in between. Getting a feel for the project and the landing of the belt I begin to aim as I please. Several times on one buttock, and then several times on the other buttock. I start to aim for the crack between them. You feel the sting and continue to match the smacks with the thrust of your mouth over my soaked cock. The strap starts to land closer and closer to the start of your pussy. I stop and tell you to reach back with your gloved hands and hold you cheeks apart. I delight in the offered target. You nervously hold my cock in your mouth, which is filling from saliva from having your mouth open for a period of time. I swing the belt and it lands on your gloved hand an just a nip on your ass. You start to bob your head a little as the next swing strikes. Right on the puckered butt-hole. You jump and lose my cock from your mouth and give me a daring look. “Hold on to my cock, or I will tie you up and the strokes will be less gentle”, I say. You bow your head and search for my member and resume my pleasure. I lessen the speed of the swing and land again on your ass, but it has half the impact of the previous, and you happily suck cock holding your ass apart for me. I land again and a little bit closer to your pussy. With a more accuracy I swing the belt and deliver a mild smack to your puckered entrance, my cock twitches with the spasm of your body. Swinging a little more gently I hit the bulls eye of your spread pussy. You pause for a moment and with more enthusiasm suck my cock. “Present wider my little one”, I command, and you reach back to recover your grip to the sides of your crack. Several more gentle stokes to the gaping target has me on the verge of climaxing. One last more mild swing hits on your pussy and you gag with the reflex. I lay the belt across the middle of your back and take my throbbing member from your mouth. I kneel down and you look up. My mouth searches for yours, finding your rosy lips I gently kiss you and begin to firmly kiss you passionately. Our tongues dance and gasping for breaths in between kisses I suck you tongue. I pull back and stand up with my cock in front of your face. Instinctively you open your mouth, but I stay away. A look of confusion crosses your face and you let go of your cheeks. “Don’t let go, I want to know that you are holding yourself open for me.”, I say. With my dick still near your face I take hold of my own shaft. I start to slowly rub my member, the moisture from your mouth making it shiny. I stroke myself inches away from your nose. You open your mouth. My hand slowly travels the distance back and forth for a short period. I clasp my cock and hold it up against my belly. “I want you to lick my balls”, as I place one foot on the table and move my balls closer to you. My hairless sack has moisture residue as evidence of the cock sucking. You present your tongue and move it slowly around my smooth sack. I gently swing forward to enable more of your tongue on my delicate flesh. You feel your juices flow as you chase my balls, using long slow licks you start at the base of my balls and then up to my shaft. Dragging your tongue back again from the base you try to get your tongue to the edge of my ass. I gasp and accommodate angling my pelvis to allow you to reach my butt. You stretch your neck to extend your reach, driving your tongue around the edge and then directly on my hole. You try to penetrate with your tongue, realizing you don’t have the force you resort to licking from my ass to back to my balls. Continuing to cover my flesh in your salvia, I start to stroke my shaft. I un-tilt my pelvis and withdraw from your reach. I aim my throbbing length at your mouth, you open to offer your mouth and I place my knob on the edge of your entrance. I slowly motion my cock into your warm mouth. Going only deeper than just beyond my knob, I start to fuck your face again. The constant contraction of my penis is relieved by the liquid heaven, and I start to gently thrust deeper. Eying your delicious offerings between you spread thighs I desire to feel the level of wetness between and make use of what I find. The thought alone makes me want to bang your mouth with new vigor, but I refrain. Holding your head by your hair I continue to thrust and then slowly push my cock deeper till I feel you about to gag. I release the pressure from your throat and then go back for another test. Your eyes dart up at me, wondering how far I will push. Willing me to try it, but anxious in the result. I hold my cock at the back of your mouth, grip your hair tighter and then release it all, quickly withdrawing my glistening manhood. You move your nodding your head up, motioning for more. I stroke myself a few more times whilst you look at me, acknowledging the edge of ecstasy upon which I hang. I walk around till I am directly behind you, marveling at the view of you spread. The table is a very good height, not perfect, but near enough. The evidence of your wetness is obvious, even in the poor light. I place my hands on your thighs and slide you back so your mound is on the edge of the table. You let go of your clefts and move your arms so you can rest your face on them. “Im going to work your pussy till you beg me to fuck you.”, I say. “Is now a bad time?”, you hopefully question. I grin and move my right hand to hold one cleft of your bum. I squeeze it, and then angle it open, to distort the natural gorgeous resting position of your cheek and inner thigh. With my thumb, I scrape next to your ass, and down to the beginning of your labia major. Careful just to touch the edge of it and retreat. It feels so smooth I am tempted to clasp your whole mound in my hand and rub your folds in my palm and fingers. I don’t allow myself. I move my hand so I can run my thumb the full length of your labia. The smoothness amazes me. An unparalleled feeling through my hand, creating a resurging in my loins. I rub the length a few times, keeping closer to the inner thigh than the split, and occasionally briefly bumping into your clitoris. Hearing you draw a deep breath in, you part your legs a little wider. Presenting, offering in a wonton manner. I stray across the parting and let out a light moan as I feel more of the dampness waiting to be spread. I work across to the other inner thigh, starting on the outer parts of your labia, slowly stroking up and down a few times. Very gently I take my index finger and start above your anus, run it to your ass and momentarily pause, increasing the pressure on the whole, and then continuing my trail to the wet valley. I reach the start of your split and lightly run my finger down the length without penetrating till I reach your clitoris. I rest my finger on your pebble, and slowly increase the pressure upon it without moving it. You ever so slightly wiggle as the pressure builds trying to rub yourself. You moan a small sigh of relief and you become a little more vigorous in your search for clitoral friction. Still increasing the pressure of my finger, I allow you several passes, and I move my finger back along the cleft of venus. “Oh!”, you protest. You turn your head to see the smile on my face. Feeling the moisture along your crack I know I cannot continue to hold my hand this lightly for long without falling into your damp pleasure hole. I give in and allow my finger to follow the same trail, but with a little more pressure behind. The natural lubricant assists and ever so slightly I penetrate your mound, but stick to my route towards your swollen clit. When I reach it again, I feel the swollen pea. I rub it slowly up and down, from side to side and then in a circular motion. The collected moisture has made the resistance less, but the pressure of my finger has given a solid point to push you closer to ecstasy. You breath deeper, gently groaning with each breath. My finger moves back to your slit and now I allow it to go inside of you. “Mmmmm”, I say, with a tone of pleasure and satisfaction. You adjust your footing to offer easier access, however the lubricant allows it to glide without resistance into you. I slowly bring it out and return to your clit. Groaning as I rub, I return to penetrate you with one finger. I stop. You raise your head to become more aware of what may come. Using both my hands I clasp your cheeks and press my thumbs again each side of your labia. I press the folds to open your wet cunt. A little at first, and then gently increasing to hold you open even further clearly displaying your glistening pink hole. I thumb my way to try to increase the spread once again. “How many fingers do you want inside of you?”, I ask. As I finish the question I hold you open with a little force. “I want you to fuck me with your cock.”, you reply. I let go of your flesh, and slap your ass in a way which hits a part of you pussy. I then run my finger into your slit again. This time I stay inside and start to finger fuck you. As the moisture is spread from the movement, I adjust my stance placing my other hand on the small of your back and glide an extra finger in without much more resistance. My hand moves a little more rigorously, and now deeper into your belly. “Where are my fingers?”, I ask. “In my pussy!”, you reply. “Are they fucking your pussy good?”, I ask. “Yes, they’re fucking me good. Don’t stop!”, you command. Pre-cum is almost flowing from my cock. I continue to thrust my fingers into you, a rhythm which evolves with your raising of you pelvis to offer deeper penetration. “Im going to feed your juices to you, a cocks worth at a time.”, I state. And then I push a third finger into you. You are rocking your hips and meeting my fingers, egging me on. My fingers are covered in your juices, and they smear your smooth flesh all over. You accommodate the three fingers with eagerness. “Please fuck me! Please I want to feel your cock inside me”, you beg. I continue to flash my fingers in and out of your fanny with a more frantic rhythm. You start to gasp, and clench your fist, the other holding the edge of the table. My fingers become covered in your juices, and your pussy is encouraging a fourth finger, but I don’t oblige.

18 November 2007

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This is dedicated to a man with an endless imagination, and with his permission I have posted it here! It was so humiliating. Charlie had me strip in front of him and stand with my legs apart and hands behind my head wearing only my too small panties. My body was betraying me by feeling excited at such a depraved activity. My nipples stood out proudly on my firm tits. I’ve always liked my tits, and this pose thrust them up and out. In a way I was glad I waxed my pussy the day before, it was completely bare leaving my lips visible thru my thin cotton panties. Charlie would soon notice me juicing up; if he doesn’t see it he’ll soon smell it. What’s the matter with me, I’m vulnerable, humiliated, blushing, he’s staring at my nakedness, legs apart, pussy getting wet, puffy and open, nipples erect, heartbeat racing. He stood in front of me, close enough that my nipples pressed against his shirt. He then kissed my neck and up to my ears. “I hope you like getting fucked Butterfly” he whispered, his crudity making me even more excited. Then his finger probed my pussy lips, spreading the wetness up to my clit he encircled it making it pop out of the hood and bringing me to the verge of orgasm. Then he stopped, stood back and while looking deeply into my eyes as I stood there panting, frustrated, open and wet like a wanton slut, he raised his wet finger to his nose, sniffed my scent and then sucked it clean. “Butterfly, I’m going to leave the room for a moment when I return you will be on all fours with your ass facing the door and your knees apart. Make sure your nipples touching the floor at all times, you can wear only your knickers.” He picked up a pair of scissors and cut across the crotch of my cotton panties so they became two flaps of material barley covering my pussy and ass. “Oh.. and put two fingers right up your pussy as far as they’ll go.” He ordered as he left. I sheepishly did as told, My heart was pounding with nervousness and excitement. Here I was in Charlies bathroom debasing myself as his sex slave. I was shaking with excitement as I assumed the position as ordered. I felt so vulnerable, ass in the air, legs apart and nipples touching the floor. “My God, I am wet” I thought as I waited, my heart pounding and body shaking in anticipation. As ordered, my fingers slithered between wet lips into my vagina. I couldn’t help but slide them in and out while massaging my clitoris at the same time. “That’s enough, fingers out.” Said Charlie as he returned. As I pulled out, I felt a string of pussy juice stretch across my thigh. “Now stand and paint your lips with you fingers so they smell and glisten like your vagina”. The sluttishness of his orders was making me so horny. As I obeyed and applied my vaginal wetness to my mouth, the familiar smell of my sex filled my nostrils, my lips felt slimy. Charlie sucked my finger clean. Then he kissed me on the lips for the first time, spreading my vaginal lip-gloss between us. I was on the verge of coming again. I tried to get myself off by grinding my breasts and pussy against him as I sucked his tongue into my mouth. He was fully clothed and I left a wet stain on his thigh from my pussy. “Butterfly, I want to see you spit on your nipples so that two strands of drool swing from each one.” he commanded. “Oh my god he’s perverted” I looked down at my nipples and was surprised at how erect they were. I dribbled my saliva onto each one and rubbed it around my areola with my fingers almost cumming in the process. I’d never felt my nipples so hard, red and slippery. Charlie moved behind me and while both standing with legs apart he started massaging my buttocks. My ass is a little big but very firm and round. Charlie’s hands were running deeply between my cheeks. I was very embarrassed as the wetness from my leaking vagina spread back so my whole butt was a slippery mess. His fingers ran all over my anus. I couldn’t help thrusting by ass against his hands. He then knelt down and pressed his face deep into my ass. “Ohhhh my goooood!” I couldn’t believe anyone could do such a thing. He held my cheeks open and lapped at my wet pussy and ass and kept sticking his tongue right up my ass hole. It felt sooo dirty but really sexy. I was on my way to a major orgasm.

7 October 2007

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It had been arrange that he would visit me when I was home alone. I had chatted with a Domme female a couple of days before and she told me that if I wanted to become one of her "group" I would have to prove to her that I could do as I was told without question and follow instructions completrely. I had agreed and I was told that I would have a visitor within a week and I would not know who or when I would have 5 minutes warning that he was about to arrive. I was to leave my dor unlocked and I was to lay on my bed, face down. it was upto me what I was wearing. I got the phone call at about 9.30 one Sunday morning. I had only just got out of bed and had a shower. I was sitting around thinking of what I would do. I was wearing my dressing gown and that was all. I decided that I would quickly pull on an older pair of PJ's that I was about to throw out. They were cotton and the sleeves were 3/4 length and the there were 4 buttons down the front. the pants were elastic waist band type. I quick pull them on with nothing underneath. I only just managed to get to my bedroom when I heard the front door open and then close and the sound of the lock being turned. I lay there with my face buried in the pillow and the doona over me. I heard my bedroom door open and I was aware of a presence near me. I heard a voice , deep and with a slight accent that I could not recognise, say stay where you are and don't make a sound. I felt hands gently pull the doona back off my body. I then felt a hand take my hair and bunch it up and then the hand reached around the front of my face and fitted a blindfold over my eye. The hand then took my right arm and extended it to the bedhead and then I felt something smooth being wrapped arong my wrist and then I found that my right hand was tied to the bedhead this was repeated with my left hand. the doona was removed from the bed and my feet were tied to the end of the bed. I was face down , blindfolded and spreadeagle on my bed. I felt the bottom of the top of my PJ's being lifted and then with a sudden movement the top was ripped from the hem to the neck band then there was a sound that i didnot recogise and the top was free from my neck. Hands then began to masage my back, neck and shoulders. The waistband of my PJ bottoms was taken in strong hands but it would not give. I heard the noise again and the waistband went very loose. then the PJ pants were ripped from the waistband to the crutch, thendown the left leg until I was as good as naked. The hands massaged down both my legs and then up the inside but not quite to my pussy lips. The checks of my bum were spread and closed several times then I felt a liquid being poured on my lower back and the hands were back massageing . The liquid was some sort of oil because it made the hands very slippery. As the massage continued I was starting to enjoy the attention and I could feel that my pussy was getting wetter with each stroke of the hands. The hands moved closer and closer to my pussy until I could feel a finger rub lightly across my outer lips and brush over my clit. I gasped as this happened and that got me a firm slap on my bare bum . I was told to "Be Quite oryou may not enjoy what happens". The hands resumed their massage and they moved to my anus. One finger was slipped in my ,till then virgin,rosebud I tensed and received another slap and was told to "Relax, It will be much nicer for you". I relaxed and started to enjoy the finger as it moved in and out of my anus. I then felt a second finger being inserted and tried to relax even more until both fingers were now sliding in and out without any pain. I was enjoying this somewhat. I noticed that I was becoming very aroused and I could feel a stirring deep inside me . I knew this feeling well it was the beginings ofan orgasimbuilding deep inside me. With two fingers in my bum the other hand started to massage my clit then one then two and then three fingers found their way into my soaking wet pussy while the thumb on that hand was still working on my clit.I was being "fingr fucked" in both holes at the same time and I was building to an orgasim very fast. When I did cum it was intense and lasted for longer than i could remember ever cumming before. One of my hands and one of my legs were untied and I was told to roll over. When I rolled over my hand and foot were retied and then the other hand and foot were released from where they were and retied to the other side of the bed. I was now on my back and still spread wide open on the bed. oil was poured on my stomach and the massage resumed with a lot of time spent on my nipples and breasts. Suddenly I felt the weight lift of the bed and I heard him leave the room. I couldn't move. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was still oozing my juices from my orgasim. I don't know how long I was alone before I heard him reenter the room. He didn't say anything and i suddenly felt something very cold on my right nipple and then it spread over my right breast and to my left nipples. it was intensely cold , but it felt stragely delicious.the cold item was moved around both my breasts and down over my stomach and to my red hot pussy. I heard a sound like ice tinkling in a glass and something freezing cold was inserted into my pussy then another and another. The voice said"Don't let them out or you will pay a penalty" I was having trouble feeling my pussy as it was soo cold. Something was placed on my right nipple and it hurt a bit at first but then it became a pleasent feeling then the same was done to my left nipple then more cold was applied. A hand found my clit and the folds of skin were spread open wide and I felt the same sensation on my clit. this too became very pleasent after a short time A finger entered my pussy and then another three objects were pushed in. He left me again, I was bound to the bed wih something clamped on each nipple and my clit and three cold objects in my pussy. I have no idea how long he was gone. He returned and untied my feet . My legs were lifted and my feet were placed close to my bum with my knees in the air. My feet were tied in this position and i felt my knees being forced wide open and they were tied in this position. My pussy was wide open and I was unable to move.Some hard was placed against my pussy lips and then it entered me and it was push deep inside me. I knew what this was . It was my own 9 inch vibe. It was worked in and out of me and then it was turned on high.I was almost immediately in the middle of another intense orgasim. The actiopn did not stop in and out harder , faster , I thought I would pass out it was so intense With the feeling returning to my nipples and my clit it was a strange but enjoyable sensation. As suddenly as it began all movement stopped. I wanted more and i said so. All this got me was a sharp slap on my bum. I could hear movement and then I felt the warm of another body touching mine I felt the weight of someone on top of me and then i felt a warm hard item probing my anus then it entered . The body worked to pump in and out of me and I felt yet another orgasim building with in me. I came in a very short time and the object , which i felt sure was a male penis, was remove from my anus It was still ahs hard and hot as when it had first touched me . it was placed at the opening of my sopping wet , wide open pussy and then it was thrusted deep into me and was pumping into me hard, fast and deep. It was such long strokes it was almost coming out when he was on the out stroke and I could feel his testicles slapping my bum when he pushed into me I was trying to get more and more of this inside me but I could hardly move. His breathing became short and sharp and then he exploded deep inside me and I had the biggest and most intense orgasim I have ever had. He got off me and i could hear the shower running and when he returned he untied me and told me to roll onto my stomach again. I was told to leave the blindfold in place. . When i was laying face down he told me to join him in the kitchen in 5 minutes.He left the room and closed the door. After what i though was 5 minutes I goy up and walked, well staggered really to the door and then to the kitchen. He had left. I still don't know who he was but I do hope I get another phone call and a 5 minute warning.

18 September 2007

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You arrive at the door to greet me with a kiss, your damp hair slapping my cheek. I could guess as to why your hair was damp, a lap at the drips running over my lips confirmed it! Another long day playing in a naughty puddle you had made on your bed, you were sick of trying to stick the contents of your fruit bowl into your bottom and had reverted to clenched fist. Your legs on either side of your head as you lie on your back for a better view, occasionally spraying your luscious lips and ample bosom with your climax and pee. I had watched you before as I jacked my prick onto your waiting tongue and knew how it excited you. I watch your butt bounce as you walk before me clad in nothing but a long t-shirt, also soaked in your pee, as you lead me to your bed. I push you forward over the corner of your bed as we walk through the door way and lift the damp material to expose your buttocks. Your labia glisten in your sex and twitch as I part the soft cheeks to view that gorgeous little hole. Fuck it turns me on to have my face so close to your anus. The musky smell of damp, sweaty skin fills my nose. I just want to suck the fuck out of it! But I must control myself. If not for myself to make this pumping feeling in my crotch last for a few more hours, for you, so that you can have more of my desire spray across you face. I place my fingers around your puckered hole and pull apart the sweet button. A few laps and a sniff, oh that fucking smell, and then I jab my tongue into your bum. Once I've satisfied myself of the taste I ram my cock in to stretch you out a bit, fucking you hard while I slap those beautiful cheeks a crimson red. My cock slips out of your growing hole, but its still not to my satisfaction and I try to get both fists into your little bum. You squirt your pee at me as I slowly squirm my fingers into your bum hole and I roll you over so you can cop it on your face as I continue my efforts. You protest that this is too much and I refrain from causing you any pain. I hold you open dripping my saliva into the dirty hole and then licking it back out again. I move my fingers around in circular motion as I lick at your pee dripping clit and you squirm and fuck my face, occasionally letting out another squirt into my mouth as waves of orgasm overcome you. I replace my tongue with my cock and squirt my own liquid into your arse before splashing it over your breasts and face, sliding it back into your clentching buttocks to finish my business. Now the fluid squirts out your arse as I pump it hard, laping at your mouth while I whisper dirty thoughts...

10 September 2007

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[Dedicated to those who took me there] I sit on a park bench A short distance from my evening's destination The hum of traffic from a few blocks away Is simply distant white noise My head bowed Breathing deeply, slowly I try to draw within myself To drift my mind into a blank place Neither imagining Or projecting What is to come... The door is opened Pleasantries are exchanged I have been to her abode before under very different circumstances On the table lies an assortment of items The instruments of this evening's activities A landscape of transportive possibility My eyes pull away Lest my mind begins to race with baseless predictions I want to express my appreciation for whatever it is I am about to receive But I know this is neither the time nor the woman To whom such offers should be given 'We should get ready, Ms. V will be here shortly' I have shed my clothes in this place before But this time it feels like a ceremony An unveiling I wonder does she think I am ready for this? She knows I am committed But am I ready for the aftermath? It is only a brief blip in a thought process that is slowly coming to a halt I settle into my breathing The unending cycle Exhale thought Inhale nothingness Absolute blankness is an impossible goal But it is preferable to strive for it than allow fear or ego to take hold I follow her instructions Delivered in a relaxed voice Reassuring but direct My overactive synaptic systems Are well and truly diminished So so calm No matter what happens I am grateful I kneel on the pillow she has arranged in the middle of her floor Restraints are applied to wrists placed behind my back She ensures they are snug I gently fold one hand into another As if I was a young boy once again Standing in the church pew Awaiting the final prayer It feels... right And then comes the blindfold A cushion of soft material That forces my eyeballs into their sockets Strangely comfortable And comfortably strange There is no going back To where I came from But in that moment such analysis is subsumed In a haze of curious detachment Neither here nor there Only the blood passing from valve to vein And back again Gentle rhythms move through the room Ms. S. kneels next to me And whispers in soothing tones Suggesting a mental image Of quiet contemplative repose I push my head into her hands And lightly brush her fingers With my lips A dog and his master Simply seeking to show affection No matter what happens I am grateful Ms. S. offers to document the scene Through a digital lens I accept her kind offer A flash I cannot see Hums around me Awaiting the arrival Of the Initiator In the interval Words fall away Only the soft melodies and delicate strains Of music, my innate friend Ms. S. lights another cigarette And opens the wine I was required to provide A french vintage 'Twas the least I could offer Such a simple repayment For such a priceless gift From my sightless perspective An urge begins to rise To simply offer myself To the whims of feminine strength They will know how to guide me To the place I need to go Push it back Push it back They do not expect it It is not needed But it is there, nevertheless The knock Causes a sudden shift in my darkened retreat For a brief moment Nervousness arises The lovely sound Of genuine greeting The staccato rhythm of stilettos on wood The educated, relaxed, sultry voice Two friends Receiving each other's company My presence is irrelevant Only a few arm's lengths away I am neither a part of their conversation Nor acknowledged as a piece of furniture It immediately puts me at a greater sense of ease The wine is shared and approvingly consumed A sacrament? No This is not that kind of ceremony That kind of conformist acquiescence 'Tis merely a facilitator A symbol of social grace News and views are exchanged As an appreciation is voiced for the glass-bound fermented grape But not towards my kneeling, silent self In these moments I am transported To my earliest days of full memory My older sisters and their cohorts Laughing, sharing, mischievously plotting In the room next to mine Unaware of my eavesdropping ways A small curve appears on the corners of my mouth Everything old Is new again And now Inspection I am finally received By the wearer of the heels Ms. V. circles 'round me pacing Drinking me in click clack click clack *pump-pump* *pump-pump* I do not require sight or movement To embrace her overwhelming energy A tangible aura of complete control Silk-covered steeliness She offers praise to her partner-in-initiation For providing such a specimen For their mutual amusement It is not my pride that is engaged by such language But rather my need for their approval Just as Ms. S. had done earlier She runs her hand Oh so languidly up my spine Through my hair As if to reassure me That I am safe in her care I am spoken to And thus may reply in kind Boundaries, safe words The lexicon of a foreign land On whose shores I now kneel upon No matter what happens I am grateful It begins It begins Mild laughter Knowing comments exchanged Between these two guides Where is my juvenile sense of eroticism? Where is my reaction? It is almost as if I have forgotten That I cannot engage in ways to which I am accustomed Four hands Slowly caress me And suddenly they are kneeling directly in front of me The sound of lips and tongues interlocking Probing the wetness of one anothers mouth I emit a gasp My ears have been graced With this teasing gift Laughter and reminiscence follow I surprise myself By not wishing to have witnessed such erotic discourse with mine own sight The mind created a much more vivid picture And that was the point And then, the maiden voyage is truly on its way As clothes pins are applied to both nipples Instead of distracting my senses with a brief, fiery roar They serve to centre my being I straighten and widen my back muscles No thought of what is next Or what came before Just revel in the now Revel in the precious now Lighting strapping my feet, my legs Soft strokes of leather straps A feather graces my chest, stomach, elsewhere It is all very reassuring But yet I am eager To move beyond this initial playfulness I want to know Where my body can take my mind What sensation Can push my soul to some other place In those moments These thoughts are not conscious But I will soon learn Just how close to the surface They truly are As if by osmosis My guides sense a shift is needed My shackles are removed Without instruction I instinctively bring my arms together in front of me A prisoner of my own design I am restrained once more The offer of another pillow is humbly accepted Ms. V. remarks on the kindness of Ms. S. As if to let me know That such comfort is not usually proffered I take up her opening And thank my host for her generosity Looking back It is almost as if I am a prisoner Saved from the depths of the ocean And thus pledged to serve At my saviours' leisure My shoulders are gently pressed forward I now am well and truly a domesticated pet Knees and hands holding my corporeal self in position To receive their bidding And then the 'soul logic' session begins in earnest As Ms. V. slowly draws me into her realm It will not simply be a case of ask and ye shalt receive My request for catharsis must be truly spoken Truly Begged Truly Desired By the fourth attempt My rambling efforts at eloquence Are replaced by a plaintive yelp A pitiful cry for pain As my arms stretch out onto the floor And my head bows between them Ms. V. finally takes pity on me Or is it pity that she feels? Who am I to guess her thought process Her analysis of my state? I am merely a newborn neophyte Who lies restricted, sightless at my ladies leisure With each successive stroke against my increasingly-raw buttocks Comes an evenly-delivered response 'Harder, please Ms. V.' Why do I request - Nay, demand - this treatment? It surely does not stem From infantile urges to display some tangible toughness - Does not arise From a testosterone-fueled attempt at impressing my masters They have both been to the mountain peaks Of such journeys I am merely tied to the foothills where I need to be where I will find release of a kind that cannot be expressed In such primitive form as language So from whence does this new found need stem? In that moment In this moment It matters not It only matters That I requested it With every fibre of my be-ing And in return It was duly given No matters what happens I am grateful Just as my threshold is reached Just as the sharp, blunt shockwaves Reach a crescendo of barely-manageable ferocity She ceases the delivery Caresses my wounded self with her soft touch And returns to her glass of wine In retrospect Did they share a knowing glance A wry smile? In this moment of reflection I should hope that they would In the midst of this At which point I am no longer certain There is a stern knock at the door For the briefest moment Concern arises But that is replaced By curiosity As both of my guides Leave me to answer it Who is this visitor? Is it a man, a woman? I am too far into the spell to care A chair is moved The last glass of wine is offered To our new guest I am simply told that our new arrival takes these ceremonies very seriously In my current mode of submission Of seeking to serve, to please, to not disappoint I simply respond with regret That I did not bring more wine For our unexpected company 'Yes, you may have to be punished for that' I smile broadly Enchanted by the reply and its surreal rationale Within moments Whoever the guest is - were they even there? - is totally and completely Forgotten The moment beckons me back to where I need to Be And now Ms. V. rounds on me With the language of inquisition Of dissection Laced with oh-so-subtle expressions of derisiveness and disdain I am reduced to the stature of a schoolboy facing his Adult Overseers 'So what is this I hear...' Ms. V. begins And so my mind begins to shrink The moment expands and contracts As waves of regret and subservience rise to the surface They do want an excuse - there is no debating here - They only want truth If I am willing to part with it, of course Willing To unshackle it from my innards And if so with these unchained thoughts A deeper level of remorse A de-construction of inflated self-worth A psychological mirror Of my current physical state Might emerge And reveal And heal Some simple acts Of forgetfulness Of poor bedside manners Fueled by frustration Are presented to the Court My profuse apologies are duly noted With a dismissive nonchalance But they will not stop there And for the first time tonight I anticipate what is to follow The set-up has been established And now comes the moment Where I either shrink from reality From my history From my disappointments From my regrets Or simply rise to grasp the opportunity the possibility Of verbalizing such sorrow pain, confusion, longing And in some way Transcend it If only for the Now Confession is in session There is never a debate Within the recesses of my conscious shell I am eager to release it all To purge Like any good Catholic would But there is no desire here for forgiveness For some self-loathing insecure approval from an unseen higher force For All Is Unseen In my current position And thus, a deeper vision a crystalline purpose is Achieved And so my lungs Emit breath vibrating through vocal cords Twisting through tongue Carrying with it Emotional resonance Past ghosts Current hauntings Spontaneous imaginings and harsh realities My head is now buried against the floor My hands clasp and unclasp Gently pound the floor As the tears well And burst within the confines Of their padded cell No matter what happens I am grateful My desire was only ever to please And yet I cannot And so here My desire turns instead to pleasing Truth Speaking It Giving It Form Having others bear witness To the eye of my internal storm To her eternal credit Ms. V. does not shrink from her task But rather coaxes this river of regret so that it may run its course My sobbing Rivulets of salt-water My emotional whole laid bare Layers flayed away In a wonderful moment of clarity I feel no shame No awkwardness I feel completely at ease Even as my shoulders heave And my stoic visage crumbles away My voice shakes and cracks My tale is told My deepest belief is uttered "Gratitude... is everything... Ms. V. ..." They have heard enough And as soon as this is made clear I rise from my huddled heap Currents of appreciation Of subtle euphoria Are now emitting like sunwaves From the core of my heart-self Ms.V. offers her fingers For my lips to lightly touch Ms. S. holds a tissue to my running nose I feel no twinge of embarrassment as I rub away the fluid of emotive expression It simply feels like a concluding aspect Of a seance that had to occur That had to unfold Exactly as it did And in the next moment All is forgotten As more instruments are produced For my personal edification The cane produces a far sharper effect It is clarity It is compacted immediacy Sharp elevations Producing brilliant shock-sparks Increasing the rigidity that has encompassed my body As once again my broken breathing is interspersed with a wish To be fully immersed within this edge-of-oblivion sensation 'Harder... please... Ms.V....' Thwack harder Thwack! harder Thwack!! Again The deliveries cease Just as my nerve endings begin to fray It would seem after my confessional there is an even greater impetus to have my transgressions cleansed rigorously thoroughly To their exacting standards Compassion of the rod Sparing no thought for discomfort Within these four walls Within these small moments The past and future Subsumed to the sting Subsumed to the new More laughter at the current condition of my posterior Virginal as it is To such strident treatment The schoolboy's first visit To the Principal's office Ms. V. runs a hand across it And then down through my crevice To grasp my genitals gently But they do not rise nor contract in response The immediate connection 'Tween mind and organ Has been temporarily rendered null and void Replaced in intensity By something even more immediate - gratifying? - No Simply more immediate Something pure in its form Ms. S. approaches A humming sound rises and falls As she passes by my head Soft man and soft machine As one inner recesses are peeled away gently firmly softly deeply knuckles turn white against the edge of the pillow Fingers scrape the hardwood floor 'He doesn't want to say the safe word, does he?' Casually delivered in a matter-of-fact tone As I gasp and strain While my spine lengthens and contracts in time to the motion A feather runs along my heaving ribcage Under my belly I am shot through With white hot fireworks Exploding And Cascading Through every fibre every ending, it seems - *Flow with the go Flow with the go* - I cannot speak I cannot think I cannot I cannot I cannot Release Collapse Breath returns Equilibrium slowly re-engages Was I testing my limits Or simply - gone? I will never know the answer And that is the answer itself Now my twin masters retire to the couch Only a few feet to my left But is like a chasm I dare not turn to fully face them Dare not shift or slip from my pillow'd perch There is talk of pleasure now Of desires in need of satiation I can hear the soft gentle pearly moistness casually probed the satisfied sighs My head collapses on the pillow There right there just out of my grasp - a grasp I could not even contemplate - Ms. V. is treated to Ms. S.'s rhythmic attentions Without vision The energy leaps across those few feet Bathes my skin Crawls along my limbs My head turns from side to side As I let out a low groan Half exasperated Half ignited Ms. V laughs and remarks on my frenzied state Indeed - I ache to be unleashed To show my affection In the same way And then in the midst of this passion play A story is relayed to the uninvited listener Grudgingly at first But Ms. V. quickly warms to the task of telling the tale 'Tis a reminiscence of a naughty nocturnal adventure that she and Ms.S. shared Set amidst the confines of a modern pleasure palace My head rests again on the floor My body relaxed and languid facing in their direction Almost as if I am a small child Bundled up at the knee of a parent Being regaled with fairy tales It pleases me no end Not just the details not just the eroticism, the humour But to hear these two women share their memories with those delightful bouts of laughter - those knowing turns of phrase - And suddenly the relaxation is everywhere Just three friends having a laugh strengthening the bond The actual scene that I find myself in - the position of my body, my nakedness the sounds of sirens sighing - all are completely lost in this warmth of camaraderie No matter what happens I am grateful But now the tale is at a close Now the energy shifts again Ms. V. announces that Ms. S. has provided her with a gift The gift of my mouth and tongue, my considerable enthusiasm And she enquires whether this is acceptable to me "Of course, Ms. V." I am aroused and anxious to please but at the same time there is a deep calmness within me The darkness that engulfs all has removed much more than my sight The relationship between myself and my mistresses that has been forged this eve has altered my sexual ego I simply exist at their leisure I exist to serve and please serve and please Ms. S. gently holds me as I rise from my position It is only a few steps to the couch But I feel like I am walking underneath a lake located on the moon It is not merely a case of tightened tendons of blood returning through the legs' chambers It is as if I am literally transported An unwieldy psyche unbalanced by movement Ms. S. kindly shifts the pillow again So that I may kneel in comfort before the splayed legs Of the Initiator Ms. S. softly pushes my head and shoulders forward and down My lips brush against skin The sensation is heightened in an unimaginable fashion I gently sway back and forth until I locate where I need to be I explore I caress I draw up and drag down I press I insert I am instructed I am compliant After a brief period My restraints are removed and I redouble my efforts Beads of sweat form As my mouth surges onwards My tongue is a blur of motion My finger gently enters the warm and tight yoni Ms. V. begins to emit sounds those lovely unconscious breath-utterances the signal of true release of surrendering to the sensations Soon enough, her strong legs press firmly against my temples I am so eager to take her where she wishes to go it is beyond reason And finally...done She asks me to relent She has shuddered to her heart's content There is no need for further assistance Her satisfied sigh is reward enough as is her praise to Ms. S. for the gift given A sudden urge overtakes me May I kiss your heel'd feet, Ms. V.? A sign of genuflection? Of worship? Or a fetish freshly found... It matters not Her foot is raised up in reply As I gently touch my lips to her means of transportation my mind wanders in its own state of transit from grace to servitude and back again a seemingly gentle balance between two places of be-ing that I once thought so disparate I am bound And yet feel boundless And then it is over as Ms. V. announces her departure to her fellow task-mistress Their breezy farewell conversation flows through me like a confusing breeze It is as if I was merely a pleasant distraction An attractive plaything A means of passing an otherwise everyday evening by carrying out an initiation into their hidden arts Confusion For a brief moment my conscious shell wonders where my satisfaction lies why was I not sexually stimulated why was I not 'serviced' But the thought is quickly discarded A relic of my pornographic programming A silly slice of juvenile projection that has no place in the light of new born experience For indeed I have just been provided with many things feelings emotions releases questions without answers much more than an orgasm could ever provide As for the intentions of my twin masters Of that I could not discern but it was certainly not frivolous It was certainly not a mere exercise It was not a diversion, a game For while I cannot read minds There is no doubt that their hearts existed alongside mine beating in every moment observing and absorbing the object laid bare Ms. S. locks the door Closure Exiting She announces that I may restore my sight and adds that it may take some time for my eyes to adjust There is so much subtext to that phrase For truly, the newfound light of her apartment brings with it the realization that what I felt tonight will take many moons to process Indeed there is already a sense that my old inner forms of translating experience will be of no use here Ms. S. sits on her couch As I remain in my position on her floor like an observant animal awaiting their owner's command Our eyes meet No words are spoken I cannot discern what lies beneath her gaze I can only know my own sense of heightened 'here'-ness and how unconcerned I am with finding out why this may be We briefly discuss her history with these acts of transformation transcendental transmutation I wonder aloud about the effect of engaging in such an intense journey on a regular basis Ms. S. provides me with her answers Her own evolution... In the ensuing silence A lyric moves through my mind 'You take what you need And you leave the rest" Ms. S. provides me with a warning a caution born of kindness regarding how I might feel in a short while how I may suddenly be enveloped with sensations of loneliness melancoly isolation I register her announcement But it seems so unlikely to occur For I am seemingly at peace Seemingly carefree Without a past or future to concern me Before I leave Ms.S. requests for my skills to be engaged in her service I eagerly comply For I enjoy her taste and her energies her moans But beyond all of those carnal comulsions Lies an inescapable truth: Is it not the least I could do? Is it not the way this universe should work? Does not the canine companion seek to please his owner? Does not genuine selfless gratitude flow from one to another and back again? I wander towards home My fellow travellers float by me ghostly as if their flesh-and-blood nature was diminshed their energies at low ebb I am neither above them - a higher be-ing - Nor do I hold some secret that they lack... It is merely that I am HERE and they appear to be anywhere but... Unlike many an erotic venture This does not feel like a dream - A disconnected wave of egoist-fueled blood-rush passion - No I am PRESENT Sharpened Mellow-yet-euphoric No sense of conquering No sense of masculine pride Simply a connectiveness to something unknown within me and without as well "It is in us and all around us" I contact Ms. S. to thank her She repeats her caution And I reply with a dismissive proclomation of my current well-being But as I approach my bed Waves of uneasiness begin to creep 'round my heart As if I crave the warmth of human interaction the gentle touch of an understanding hand But no it is not that I do wish for the company of another No No, I wish to be there again prostate hands outstretched sight removed body bowed spine bent existing at the whims of another Anxious to hear another command another dismissive laugh another unknown sensation not concerned with my thoughts Unguided by notions of how I may appear or how my actions may seem to others Unprepared for what may come next And completely oblivious to the emotions of my masters I lie in the darkness of my room I have never felt so alone So disconnected from internal peace So unlike my 'self' Has this experience revealed the insincerity of my everyday existance? Has it uprooted some deeply-ingrained behaviours that only serve to make a mockery of what life truly has to offer? Is this what my masters experienced in their own journeys through these hidden realms? But how can all this be? How can it strike the very core of my soul with some indescribable heat of despair? Am I not still here? Am I not the person I was, still capable of growth of discovery of knowing what 'wonder' truly is? As the dreamscape approaches I am mercifully taken from this grip and as I depart from this dimension to the next one heartwave leaps from the centre of my chest - A candle in the darkness - as if in response to all of this misery: No matter what happens I am grateful ~ FIN ~

7 May 2007

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