Thursday, May 29, 2008

Master of the Midnight Sun

It was so cold. stacia looked at the thermometer and shuddered as she pulled on her heavy boots and zipped her winter pants over her jeans. she wondered if her car would start at -55� and smiled as she thought of bouncing down the road on her frozen, "square" tires. stacia pulled the polar fleece turtle around her neck, slipped into her down coat and ran out the door to start her car. she wanted it to warm up for, at least, twenty minutes before she drove it. The engine turned over slowly and reluctantly sputtered; stacia had to keep her foot on the gas pedal until it warmed up enough to run on its own. she rested her head against the back of the seat and remembered the day she met her Master. It seemed a lifetime ago.

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It was solstice in the "Land of the Midnight Sun" and she was out dancing. The sun was streaming down at 1:00 am and her friends were playing volleyball behind the bar; she was inside talking and dancing with the Man she had met earlier. He had walked to their table and silently handed her a highball glass with Cuervo Gold, straight up, no ice. stacia looked startled as she looked into His eyes, but her words of "no thanks" seemed to die on her lips as He looked at her. He smiled as He held out His hand and shook hers. His voice was soft, yet confident as He told her that His name was Luke and asked if she remembered Him; holding her hand, He led her to the dance floor.

They danced for several hours, taking breaks on the back steps to watch the volleyball players. It seemed they had a lot in common and stacia was amazed at how easily she could talk to Him, and how easily He could make her laugh. she made faces at her friends as they looked over at Luke and checked Him out, and when it was time to go, she told them that she would leave with Him. They looked concerned, but knew how stubborn she could be. stacia assured them that she was fine; she and Luke had met a long time ago and she was very comfortable being with Him.

Luke took her home, parked the car and held her gently. stacia felt that He was different and that she had found something new and good in her life. she rested easily against Him as they made plans to meet the next day. The next day blurred into the next and the next and the next as they spent all their free time together. They shared so many interests that usually they took long drives and talked. The first month of being together was approaching, when Luke asked stacia to drive out to His cabin with Him. she hesitated briefly and then accepted His invitation. stacia was a little nervous as they had discussed their interests in so many areas; even sexually. It was late the night that the subject had come up and they had consumed a bit of alcohol. The conversation was like a game. Luke would ask a question and stacia could either answer it or she would have to ask Him two questions. The thought of asking Him about His sex life embarrassed her. So she answered as frankly as she could, often blushing as the conversation progressed. she admitted that she loved strong men, and dreamed of being tied up, and had read about BDSM, but that she wondered how a woman could serve a man in this century.

Memories of this conversation ran through stacia's head as she packed her medium backpack. She tossed in extra jeans, her hiking boots, a couple of t-shirts and an oversized sweater; then she hesitated as she looked in her underwear drawer. Carefully, she selected panties and an extra bra. She did not want to be too provocative, but she cringed to think she might look too pure. Finally, stacia chose a dark blue satin set. The dark blue always offset her fair skin well. The morning they left she tossed her bag in the back of His pick up and they drove the three-hour drive to His small cabin by the lake.

It was beautiful. No neighbors anywhere. There were only the sound of the birds and the breeze in the trees.and the mosquitoes. Luke and stacia spent the afternoon on the boat on the lake fishing for rainbow trout; they caught a few and threw most of them back, keeping only enough for supper. It was a fun day of sun, laughter, and quiet conversation.

That evening they sat out by the lake and listened to the birds and watched the ducks. Luke turned to stacia and quietly smiled as He asked how much she trusted Him. she looked startled, but realized that she did trust Him a lot. He spoke in a calm voice of His desires; she had heard them before, but there was intensity to His voice that captured her. Hand in hand, they moved to the cabin and slipped into the cool interior.

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The cabin was simple with open beams and sturdy wooden furniture. In the corner of the single room was a large homemade bed with four peeled and shined poles for posts. Luke turned stacia toward Him and looked down into her eyes. He asked her if the weekend could be His, so He could show her what He is and Who He is. He promised that she would be safe and they would stop anything at any time. Silently, she nodded her assent.



With steady fingers, Luke removed her clothing. He carefully pulled the t-shirt over her head and with a gentle touch, He smoothed her hair again. As He opened stacia's bra, He kissed her warm lips and then began to nibble and bite at them. He smiled internally as He felt her respond. Her body lifted towards Him and her breasts brushed against His shirt; stacia tried to wrap her arms around His neck, but He held them pinned to her sides. She kissed Him with passion and pent up longing.

Luke spoke against her lips, telling her to keep her hands at her sides, as His hands moved to her hair and held her head as He ground His mouth against hers. Stacia kept her arms straight down as she whimpered softly into His mouth. Her tongue sought His as He pushed between her lips; His body moving against her, teasing her. Pushing in and drawing back ~ grinding against her mound under her tight jeans. Stacia felt Him wrap around her and absorb all her space as He tore open her jeans and pushed them to the floor. Putting His hands on her shoulders, Luke pushed her back and stared at her body. His hands ran down her sides to her hips as His face lowered to her breasts and her hard nipples; Luke pushed her panties off as He tugged at her nipples. First one.then the other. Sucking and biting and tugging and sucking. The panties fell to the floor and His hand moved over her trimmed pussy, feeling the soft hair caress His palm. He lifted His head and stared into her eyes. He could see the desire for Him and He smiled, enjoying that she was a natural match to Him. In a soft voice, He told her that when she returned home she was to shave that hair and keep the mound smooth for Him. As it was His from that moment. Just as she was for Him.

Silently, stacia nodded. Her legs trembled and she pushed to His hand. Her eyes remained on His. Her body came alive; not from His touch, but from His Ownership. She had always known that she wanted a strong man and she had waited for such a man, but she did not know that her freedom would come the day He came to her. This she still did not understand, but there was a glimmer of recognition deep within her that she was far more than she had thought.

Luke pushed stacia to her knees and stepped back. He told her to straighten her back and spread her knees wide. In a dispassionate voice, He went on to tell her to not put her ass on her heels, but to let it sit a few inches above them and to push her breasts out. He watched her critically. Then He smiled as she raised her face to Him and lowered her eyes. It was a natural reaction to His commands and showed her acceptance of the roles they were assuming.

Luke moved close to her as He undressed. He walked around her and felt her nervousness, but admired that she remained still as He had told her to. He removed His belt and looped it and ran the leather over her spine; she struggled to remain still, but felt her back arch slightly at the gently touch. A soft gasp escaped stacia as felt Him loop the belt around her wrists and tighten it, immobilizing her hands. she flushed as she tugged lightly at her wrists and felt her body display her excitement; her nipples hardened further as a light cream stirred within her pussy and slowly flowed down to her swollen lips.

Luke moved before stacia and held his cock to her lips, rubbing it lightly over their soft plumpness. He gasped sharply as stacia slid her tongue out and touched the rounded head, then circled the rim. His dark brown eyes watched as she parted her lips and slid her mouth over the tip of His cock; her deep green eyes staring up at Him as she slowly swallowed the shaft. Luke's eyes narrowed as stacia's lips spread wide and His cock filled her mouth. she slid up and down the shaft, gulping Him deeper each time she moved downwards; her hair teased His balls. Luke gripped her head in His hands as He quickly began to thrust hard into her wet mouth; He pushed His hips hard as He slammed deeply, hearing the gagging and choking noises stacia made. His hands dropped down to her nipples and His fingers twisted and pulled at the hardened nubs. He fucked faster as stacia cried out on His cock, sending vibrations to the base of His shaft. Luke pushed stacia's head to Him and pushed deep into her throat. she struggled as He held her in place and His balls slapped her chin. With one loud groan, He pulled out of her mouth and shot His cum over her face and breasts as stacia tilted her head back and caught cum on her tongue. Luke felt His cock throb as He continued to cover her hair and body with His cream. His body shook with the pleasure He felt as He sat in a chair and looked at His girl.

stacia tried to feel ...

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Electric Thrills

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Saturday, May 17, 2008

Master and Slave

As I went to bed with a smile on my face, I walked into the bedroom with high anticipation, my body alive and excited, tingling with excitement, my senses high and ignited by passion.

I stripped off my T-shirt slowly, as if being undressed, letting it fall to the floor off my body. Hearing the command to lay on the bed and spread my arms out and legs out, I did so. I laid like this for a few moments, my body shivering in anticipation of what was to happen to me.

I felt a hand move to my breast, the response immediate, my body shivered again, the nipple becoming erect instantly, my back arching my head going back, a small moan escaping from my lips, my thighs quivering already as my senses were heightened.

My other breast then felt the touch, again responding quickly, my mind feeling as if it were going to explode in passion, yet remaining unmoving except for my immediate response of arching my back, the mind a wonderful place full of thoughts and responses....

I then felt my wrist grabbed suddenly, harshly, what I thought was fun, turning into fear, it being cuffed and drawn tightly, my other arm wanted to move, go and help it's sister, even moving slightly, lowering down, then a voice boomed, "Don't move slut", I was panicked, my other wrist then grabbed forcefully, thrust upward being bound in the same fashion as the first, unable to draw my arms down, I fought against the bindings, my mind reeling, yet so impassioned, I pulled on the bindings, my senses heightened by my bondage.

I felt hands on my breasts squeezing hard, kneading them, my nipples aroused again, my back arching to his touch, my body quivering in excitement, yet pulling on the bindings hard, unable to touch again, a moan escaped my lips......

I felt his fingers tugging my nipples, twisting them, arousing, making them harder and harder. Then he stopped, I wondered for a moment why, I Iove this don't stop, please don't stop, but saying nothing, I lay there shivering, not cold, just aroused. I pulled at my bindings again, once more testing, I could feel the leather biting into my wrists, yet unable to control myself, pulled harder still, knowing they were secure.

The moments ticked by, seemingly forever, I had closed my legs, my ankles crossing comfortably, then I heard steps coming back, he loomed over me, a sly smile on his face, I saw the bowl he placed on the table, I opened my mouth, and he clasped his hand over it saying "Do not speak slut." I immediately closed my mouth under his hand, my skin feeling his strength about my lips, my cheeks flushed immediately, I did not speak, and I dared not.

I felt him remove his hand, my eyes watching him carefully, he opened the drawer of the small nightstand, taking out the blindfold, he clasped it over my eyes quickly without comment, I felt the room go dark, unable to see anything, the words booming out, "Lift your head slut." I did so, I felt the band being tightened around my head, pressing the darkness closer, enveloping my mind with darkness, he pushed my head down unto the bed, then I felt a tug at my right wrist, something being added to the already tight binding, my mind whirled for a brief moment, feeling the leather strap lay over my neck, smelling the leathers scent, heavy yet so erotic to my senses.

I felt his hands next, on my throat, his voice booming again, "Pick your head up again slut." I did so immediately, not knowing why, just obeying my Master, knowing he was my Master, obeying him completely as the leather slipped over my neck, then under my head, and over the other side, I felt it being drawn tightly, my head moving to the left as he attached it to the left hand binding, a cross of leather across my neck, tightening under my chin, pulling my head back, keeping it secured inside the straps, I heard him again, "If you do not move your head, you will not choke slut." I knew this to be true, my head now secured, feeling his ultimate power over me seeping into my soul, I dared not speak, a simple nod is all I could manage in my darkened world, helpless to his every whim.

Again, I felt his hands move to my breasts, tugging at the nipples already aroused by his touch, my body quivered, my legs flexing together harder, my feet pressing against one another, feeling I had gotten away with something by pressing my thighs tightly together, crossing my ankles, my treasure my own, he would have to fight me to take it, my mind whirling in sensations, as he kneaded my breasts, pinching the nipples lightly. Again, he stopped, my head tired to turn, feeling it could not, I lay there wondering his next move, what he required from his slut.

I heard the drawer opening again, then quickly my breast in his hand again, my nipple being toyed with, aroused, my back arching to his hand, taking air in gasps, then feeling the clamp being placed on the nipple, just below the most sensitive part, tightening around my nipple, feeling the burning sensation, then the arousal from it, feeling it being placed to the side, leaving the nub where he could use this to his advantage, my torso turned away from him, then I felt the sting of the quirt across my belly as he said in much to calm a voice, "Do not move my pretty slut, you will do as I wish of you." I trembled visibly, I knew I must obey, yet wanting to fight him for possession of my body, I mumbled softly, "Yes Master", knowing I did not mean such at all, feeling I could win yet deep inside my brain, I could make him do as I wished, bending to my charm.

His hand then going to my other breast, I knew what to expect, I felt again his hand kneading my breast, arousing the nipple bending it to his will what he required from me, I could not refuse, my body responding easily, the nipple becoming rock hard for him, I shuttered as my back arched again to him, the burning sensation of my other nipple now turned to excited fervor, my body responding to him without a will of it's own, he pinched the nipple hard, then bending over taking it into his mouth sucking on it making me squirm under his mouth. My body growing hotter in its own need, I could feel my pussy getting warmer, the juices flowing easily, my nipple pounding in his mouth the sensations running through my body taking me to a very passionate point, expecting the clamp to be placed there.

He took his mouth from my erect throbbing nipple after biting the nipple, making me moan, arching my back to him, straining my body, feeling my muscles ache with my own need. I felt the cold bowl placed on my chest, my head immediately sprung up, only to have it restrained from movement, choking myself slightly, I did not try to raise my head further. I felt the ice being placed on my nipple, over my breast, the sensations of cold seeping into my chest, the nipple raised and hard instantly, the cold, cold ice, beginning to make my skin burn, feeling the water sliding down my ribs, under my arm, giving me another sensation of cold. He continued to lay the ice upon my nipple the burning sensations growing, the breast becoming hard, the nipple pounding under the ice, I moaned again, my head unable to rock, my thighs pressing tighter and tighter together, the ice doing it's job well, making my skin burn brightly, feeling it beginning to freeze my most sensitive nipple. My other nipple as if it were not there, yet pounding in it's own with the clamp placed tightly on it.

I moaned again, deeply, the burning of my sensitive skin over coming my senses, it was a deeply felt moan of pain and pleasure, of his will bending my own, making me respond to him completely and totally, I begged him to stop, moaning deeply, "Please Master, please, please it's so cold." I heard a small chuckle as he placed his mouth over my nipple again, the instant warming adding to my sensations, him biting the nipple hard, pulling it until I screamed out, then letting it go again, replacing the ice upon it once more, making my body throb, my clit pounding out in it's own passion.

He left the ice upon the nipple, again freezing it, then placing the clamp tightly on it, only the nub of my nipple exposed to his touch, he placed the ice upon the other nipple then, my body shuddering uncontrollably, the burning sensation again, I moaned deeply, wantonly, him taking control of my body with a simple touch. Again I moved away from him, my torso moved to the side, again, I felt the quirt slapping my belly hard, sending shivering, burning sensations through me, the sting lasting several moments, I screamed out in pain, but laid my body down for him to use, knowing he controlled me again. My thighs flexing hard, tightening, the muscles straining together tightly, I pulled on the bindings again, my wrists now throbbing, only to cause the leather about my throat to tighten as I pulled. I thought to myself how brilliant, how Masterful he was, how much he took my body for his own will, I gasped as I felt the leather about my neck, and did not struggle further.

I heard him chuckle slightly as I felt the bowl removed from my chest. My next sensation was immediate, taking me into a world of complete resolve to him as he hit my thighs with the quirt several times repeatedly, the sting and burn of the leather, feeling it deeply throughout my entire being, knowing I was only allowed then to have thought for a brief time I was not doing his will, or that he would fight me for possession of my body. I heard his voice booming into my ears, "Slut!!, who gave you permission to close your legs?" "Who said you are allowed to think for yourself slut, do you wish to displease your Owner slut?" "Spread your legs wide for me now slut!!" I did so immediately as the sting and the burning sensations overtook my hardened tits own pain/pleasure.

I did not have to spread my legs myself, I felt his hand grabbing my ankle, drawing it wide, then placing a shackle upon the ankle itself, I heard the chains, being lifted up as my leg rose into the air, knowing there was already in place a dolly centered into the ceiling, I felt my leg lifted high, then tied off at the end of the bed, my other leg then done in the same manner, as my tits throbbed wildly with the clamps on very securely, my head as well, tied down unable to move, my legs being spread very widely, almost to the point of hurting, I felt the lips to my pussy open widely, spreading for him under his will, feeling the rush of the cool air hitting my engorged clit, the wetness chilling as the air swept across the now exposed most tender skin. My world darkness, seeping into oblivion, knowing only his will is to be done, obeying him with every fiber in my soul now, giving myself to him completely and totally, him giving me no choice to do anything but what he wishes of me, my submissiveness to him complete and total, knowing he is my Master, he rules what I do, he touches my soul with his being overcoming any fears or hesitations on my part, willingly giving him what I am, mind, heart, body, and soul.

I felt the bowl being placed upon my taut belly, sucking in quickly as he placed it there, my legs now upright lifted up over the bed, there was no struggle I could make, they fastened far apart lifted high, almost bringing my hips off the bed, exposing me for his use, helpless now totally at his disposal, unable to move at all. My body shuddered as I felt the water from the now melting ice drip from his hand over my skin, the cold icy water dripping on my hot belly, burning to please him.

I felt the ice move over my lips, touching my clit, making my body squirm, my legs quivering wildly as the cold rushed through my body, my throbbing clit pulsating as the chill over took it, I gasped feeling the icy sting envelope me, then feeling him insert this into my cunt, driving it deeply into me with his fingers, another piece of ice inserted, then another, as my belly from the inside chilled marvelously for him, his fingers going deep inside me, touching my g-spot, rubbing it with ice, making me shiver and moan deeply.

He rubbed my clit with his thumb, the cold clit responding immediately, raising my hips to him as much as I could, I felt the icy depths of my belly singing out it's burning, yet so erotic sensations taking my body where he willed it to be, nearly exploding at his slightest touch. Me moaning out in pleasure, knowing he was exacting his will upon me, taking his slut where he wanted her to be, controlling her perfectly. As the ice quickly melted, I could feel the water dripping from my pussy over my ass, down my crack over my small hole, the sensations making me breath harder, my head unmoving yet wanting to thrash about, moving I could feel the leather tightening around my throat, cutting off the supply of air slightly, I turned my face upright again.

I moaned deeply as he continued to take my clit with his thumb, thrusting his fingers deep inside of me, he added more ice, three more pieces, my body nearly climaxing as he took each piece and rubbed my g-spot with it. He leaned down and started to lick my clit, taking it into his teeth and biting down sending shivers throughout my entire body, unable to resist any more, I begged to cum, feeling my hot body and icy belly in perfect contrast with one another, my tits throbbed as he placed his other hand upon a nipple and teased it unmercifully, telling me to hold my cum, do not cum yet. I yelled my need to him, my body throbbing wildly, my thighs quivering hard as his tongue assaulted my clit. He drove me mad with delight and pain both, my head moving side to side, cutting off my air, the releasing when I moved my head upright again.

He yelled to me as he took his face from my throbbing clit, "Cum Now My Slut!!" My body responded immediately as he again licked and sucked my clit, me moaning deeply over and over as the spasms rushed into my very soul, my belly tightening as my hips raised to him, unable to do anything but gasp for air as my head rocked wildly furthering my intensity with my orgasm. I nearly screamed as he continued to fuck my hole with his four fingers wildly moving in and out of me, pressing deeply into my chilled hole, his teeth taking my clit and biting it hard as it pounded into his mouth, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple, as my body released for him the only way it ever could have, completely, hard, and totally his to control. My dark world now lit up in flashes of intense light seeping into my brain illuminating it with intense pleasure, my heart pounding wildly as I gasped for air.

I didn't even notice him move from the bed, I only gasped and groaned as my body finished it's intense eruption. When I became aware he was no longer between my legs, I heard the drawer open again, the sound of the drawer ringing in my ears, the scraping of the wood against wood, brought me back from the intensity my body had just erupted.

My body still shivering, shaking with the intensity of my orgasm, I felt the bowl lifted from my belly and set on the table, the chill of the air flowing over my exposed cunt so vividly felt. I felt his hand move along my inner outstretched thigh, lightly touching me, sending me thrills along my leg, down to my swollen clit. He grazed his hand lightly along the other thigh, making it quiver as well. I held my head still upright, smelling the leather about my throat, my arms ached from being held, my belly quivered as I felt his presence close to me, his fingers lightly touching down my inner thigh, over my exposed open lips, over my belly, tracing his fingers along my silken skin touching each tit lightly, the nubs so sensitive to his touch, he moved his fingers along my chest. Whispering against my skin, he moaned as he touched my lips, a deep sensual moan. He bent down pressing his lips into mine, taking them hard, and crushing them with his own. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, I felt the ice enters into my parched throat, relieving my dryness, I kissed him back my tongue mixing with his, in a long passionate kiss. Just as soon as the kiss started, it ended just as quickly, my throats now not dry, my lips aching for his kiss again. I realized at that moment he Owned everything, I would only take what he would give me, I could only be His entirely, he would permit no less, I happily accepted my fate, loving him deeply, completely, willing to give him everything over and over.



I felt my legs being taken down; the chains rattling easing the bound ankles lower until they hit the bed. I felt him placing something around my thigh, just above the knee, then strapping it tightly around the thigh, he did the same to the other leg, my ankles still bound. I didn't say a word, just laid very still as he prepared me for something else. I felt the bindings on my ankles released; I had no idea what he was doing to me at all. Then I felt my right hand being released, he leather about the throat loosening, he took the leather from my throat as my arm dropped to the bed, the blindfold unmoving at all, I felt him undo the leather strap from the left hand, but leaving it bound tightly to the bed, I relaxed my body as much as possible, as I felt him loosen the binding on my left wrist, then taking it to the center of the bed and tying it again to the hook at the head of the bed. He moved swiftly releasing the nipples from their clamps, he took my torso flipping it over, then grabbing my right wrist and binding it tightly to my left, my arms over my head again. He took my hair in his hands, and put it into a tie, making a pony tail, smoothing it out along my back, my head down flat on the bed, then turning to the right, he quickly took the leather strap and place it around my neck again, making a large loop, then laying this along my pony tail and down my back. My legs were out straight, the leather straps around my thighs, I quivered in anticipation.

He took a piece of leather and put it through the ring at the side of the bed at the head, then hearing his voice speaking softly to me, "Slut, on your knees for your Master." Immediately I got on my knees, then felt him attach this leather thong to the binding on my thigh, pulling it tightly, raising my knee, putting my sweet ass into the air further for him, spreading out my ass to him. He did the same with my left leg, binding that to the head of the bed as well, spreading me on my knees, my thighs held very firmly out and up, my back arching slightly, the leather falling around my ribs on my left side, as my head was on the right, my arms stretched above me, making me completely his again, I could not move my knees downward, nor did I dare raising my body forward any further, knowing this would displease him. He ran his hand down my spine, appreciating his work, binding his slut completely again, he moved his hand over my ass, then slapped me hard, I lurched forward easily, crying out, the sensations spreading through my ass down my leg, leaving bright red hand print in its wake. My skin throbbing from the assault. I felt him putting on me another piece of leather across my shoulder, he told me to lift up, I placed my elbows on the bed and rose for him, leaning forward to do so, he reached around me, and brought the leather piece up and behind my back, he did the same with the other shoulder, crossing them between my tits, he strapped them on me securely, I now bound around the chest, I laid back on the bed, my tits crushing into the mattress, again laying my head to the side.

He straddled me standing on the bed, reaching up, he took a chain and secured it to the leather around my chest, then pulled up tightly, raising me off the bed, no longer was I able to move forward at all, my tits hanging down, over the sheets, my weight easily supported in the leather trounce. He reached around to the freed nipples, squeezing them tightly, I moaned as my head hung down, my body shivering intensely as he pinched the nipples, leaning over me from the side, he went just below me, I could feel the hot breath of his mouth kissing my ribs gently, my elbows on the bed, he slide his head under my chest and took a nipple into his mouth, his hand moving to my very open clit, teasing it flicking his finger over my clit as he sucked on my tit, I moaned deeply. He put two fingers in my very wet cunt, getting the wetness and gliding his fingers over my clit again, then pinching me lightly as he devoured my tit with his mouth. I moaned over and over, my body shuddering deeply, my thighs quivering madly as he did whatever he pleased with this slut.

He slid from my side, and went behind me, grabbing the leather strap from my neck; he pulled on it hard bringing my head up quickly, cutting off my air, then easing on his pull as he heard me gasp for a breath. I felt his warm legs touch mine coming closer to me, he rubbed the head of his hard cock over my clit and along my slit, teasing my hole, just barely entering me, then rubbing his cock on me harder again. I gasped and moaned feeling him controlling my body once more; he spoke to me again his voice clear and controlling, commanding me to beg him to fuck me. "Now my sweet slut, tell your Master what you want, tell him your desire to have him fuck you, take you like the slut you are, bound to his desires." I begged him willingly, completely, my voice shaking as I spoke to him. "Master please use your slut, take her, take her pleaseeeee my Master pleasseeee your slut needs you to fuck her, my Master pleaseee use your slut as you wish pleaseeee." I pleased him well with my begging as he harshly entered my pussy with his long thick cock, taking me swiftly, completely. Pounding into me with his powerful cock, thrusting his hips into my ass, his balls hitting my throbbing clit. He grabbed my hips, throttling me with his cock, taking me, spreading my hole as he raped my pussy with his hard cock. He made me know I was only his slut, to use as he pleased, taking my pussy for his, pounding his cock harder and harder into me, filling me completely and totally with his hardness and will for me to please him.

I wanted to cum for him almost immediately as he ravaged my cunt, my body so hot from him, so willing to please him, every fiber of my being his to control. He grabbed my ponytail, yanking it back quickly, raising my head, he pulled on the leather strap about my throat, placing the end in his teeth, making sure it was snugly pulling on my throat, not cutting off my air, but making it harder to breathe. He let go of my ponytail, the leather holding my head up as he grabbed my hips and continued to impale himself into me, riding me with his cock, taking my pussy with long deep strokes. I could only whisper hoarsely to him, begging him to let me cum, my body so hot now, I could barely stand him fucking me so completely.

He pulled out of me, my body shuttering wildly as he did so, my cunt throbbing without him, my own need nearly threatening to overcome me, he must have wanted this, I begged him to return his cock to my pussy over and over, he tightened the leather about my throat, cutting my voice off completely. "My slut you will cum when your Master makes you cum, you will get his cock when he wishes to use you, I Own you, I use you as I please, now tell me who Owns you slut?" I felt him release the leather around my throat enough for me to speak to him, "You Own this slut my Master, only you, only you, you Own her heart, mind, body, and soul my Master." "Good girl." he said his own voice nearly a whisper.

I felt him lean over me as my head was allowed to go down again, my breathing was ragged, my body quivering uncontrollably, I could not move but for my head to raise or lower as he willed for me. He poured the icy water down my hips, slowly, letting it go down my spine, over my crack, over my swollen clit, around my ribs, down my hanging tits. I gasped deeply feeling the icy water cover my skin, making me shiver violently. He said, "Since you are too hot, this will cool you my pet." "I am not done using you yet." I shivered and moaned gasping as the icy water engulfed my senses, truly cooling me down. All I could say to him was, "Yes my Master." as my body shivering from need and the icy water was truly in his power.

He got off the bed from behind me, going to the drawer once more, taking what he required from it, my body warming now, the water beginning to dry, my body quivering in need for him to take his slut, he never let go of the leather from around my neck, pulling it gently as he moved around my bound body, letting me know he continued to have full control over me. He then placed the leather strap on my back, I know he left the room, I did not know when he would return, for several minutes he was gone, I began to wonder where he was, my own desire to have him close growing by the second, my body aching for his touch, I bound could only wait until he returned, if he did leave the room, I began to wonder if he did at all, or if he was simply watching me, I finally spoke, "I miss you my Master, please, please return to your slut, please use your slut my Master, pleaseeeeee." No response came for several moments. I heard a rustling behind me, footfalls coming closer; knowing it was my Master who had returned to me finally, my heart leapt with joy. But no response came, any noise could I hear but the sound of footsteps on the carpet.

He jumped up on the bed behind me, slapping my ass hard with both hands, the pain was intense, it scared me more than hurt, I screamed out loudly, feeling the sting of his hands on my ass, my skin quaking as he then massaged my ass lightly. He did not speak a word, instead he pulled on the leather around my throat hard, cutting off my air, jerking my head up fast and hard, he grabbed my hair yanking it harshly, pulling my head back roughly. He kept a hold of the leather, holding it firmly, I could barely breathe at all, gasping for air, he let go of my hair, still holding the leather taunt, and it was biting into my neck choking me. His voice boomed at me, "SLUT!!! Who gave you permission to speak my lovely slut, who said you, could utter a single word? " "Never speak until I give you permission to speak." I felt him slap my ass again over and over, spanking me hard, the leather around my neck still tight, I could not utter a word, only fight for air.

He let go of the leather; I took in huge amounts of air, my senses filling with the fresh wonderful air, by ass ached badly, leaving in his wake a warm glow about my ass, going down my legs. I nodded slowly, understanding completely, not to say a word. My senses heightened each intake of air soothing my body. He tightened the leather again making me gasp for air, I felt him rubbing the dildo around my pussy opening, by body shivered as he did, he ran it over my clit, making me moan, I felt him putting a belt around my waist, running the strap over my ass, he pushed the dildo deep inside me, the straps holding it in place securely, filling me up completely, he began to play with my clit as the dildo was inside me. I felt him move the strap over a bit, then the head of his cock pushing against my ass opening.

I heard him spit on my slit, letting it go down over my small hole, then rubbing his cock over my hole, I could feel he was not aroused fully, the soft head enticing me, gently pushing against my hole. I moaned loudly as he fingers made my clit hard as a rock, he pushed the dildo again, sending shivers through my body, my legs quivering wildly again, he entered my small hole, slowly pushing himself inside, taking his slut the way he wished to, he pushed on the dildo again as he entered me all the way, his cock growing longer and wider inside me as he pushed into me, grinding his hips into my ass, moving in circles, spreading my ass wider for him. He began to ram his now fully hard cock into me relentlessly taking me as only he could. I heard him moan deeply, then growl loudly as he rammed the dildo in again and again, grinding it into my pussy as he took my ass. My body shuddered over and over my orgasm building quickly as he took he harshly. I felt the quirt over my tit, slapping me as he roughly took his slut, making my tit sing in pain and pleasure, he moved to the other one, hitting it hard. I moaned loudly my body being assaulted from all ends at one time. I begged him to let me speak, to tell him of my need to cum, he told me to be silent, I could only moan loudly, telling him what my body was already screaming to him. I shook all over, he impaled his cock into me over and over, he began to moan himself, and I could feel his hardness increasing, raping his slut's ass as he wished to.

He dropped the quirt, and moved his hand to my clit, teasing it with fingers making his slut feel her slavery to him, he pushed on the dildo hard sending shock waves throughout my body, increasing my need to cum tenfold, as he continued to fuck my ass hard. I could take no more, my body started to spasm, he pulled back on the leather around my throat just then, nearly choking me, allowing me only to gasp for air as I came hard. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass, he pushed harder if that was possible at all, sending me over the brink, I screamed even though I could barely breathe, the sensations passing through my body so intense, I convulsed over and over, he came in me at the precise moment I began to convulse.

He too moaned deeply, screaming out his own passion, grinding his cock into me, in a fury I had never felt before, spreading my ass wider with his hands as he rammed into hard, then grinding his cock as he reached down and pushed the dildo into me, sending wave after glorious wave through me making me cum harder and longer for him than I ever had. I felt my mind going blank, reaching into a void I have never felt before, my body finally slowing, he let go of the leather around my throat, the fresh new air gliding down my throat as I breathed deeply and long. His cock still throbbing in my ass, he moaned deeply completely.

He held himself in me for several minutes, my body aching badly, but never so satisfied in my life, the chills still running through me, a deep sense of passion relieved in me, my body shaking wildly for several minutes. He undid the bindings quickly after her pulled out, my body lying on the bed, my head to the side. He massaged me completely, relaxing my body, stroking my back lovingly, kissing my back softly, and whispering sweet things in my ears as he lay down beside me. He pulled me to my side, and we laid there for the rest of the night sleeping quite soundly.

-END-




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Gina's Punishment

"Strip," you say, standing, watching me.

I obey, just a little shy; we've been apart so long. I fold each piece of clothing with care as it comes off and set it to the side, out of the way. My black bra and panties come off last, slowly, and then i'm standing naked in front of you. Again.

"Turn," you tell me, your voice cool, your forefinger sketching a circle in the air between us. A blush heats my body as i obey, my feet shuffling, my breasts and ass and mound open to your eyes. You beckon me toward you and reach between my legs, testing my heat, and i shake a little at your touch. It's been so long since you've touched me, way too long, that time a thing of my doing, my fault and my responsibility.

You kiss me softly then, with melting tenderness, then turn me around, my back toward you. Reaching from behind, you press a moist finger between my lips and i taste myself on you as i suck. After a moment, you draw my arms back and i feel the smooth coolness of the leather cuffs binding them firmly. Tears prick into my eyes as i surrender into the restraints, pulling slightly to test them. I know from long experience that my only way out is via your will.

You direct me to the bed, pushing me onto my back, standing over me, looking, assessing, and reacquainting yourself with my body. You drag the end of the whip we bought one cold winter's day over my skin. I remember the humiliation and wild excitement i felt in that rough livestock supply store as i purchased the whip, sure the clerk knew i didn't have a pony to use it on. Smiling, you watched from across the store as i struggled for calm.

You slap at the V of my legs. "Open." I do, widely, immediately. You flick the whip then, quickly, several times. It hits my mound lightly and smoothly, barely touching my skin. I gasp at the sensation and heat floods my mind. Before you've begun, you stop, dropping the whip to the floor.

You shift me, your hands moving over me almost impersonally as you unfasten my arms from behind my back. Without haste, you refasten them up and over my head, slipping the chain that links my cuffs through a sturdy hook set into the headboard. Need begins to cloud my mind, my coherent thoughts begin to collapse and become wordless and primal urgings toward the flooding pain and wild pleasure I hope will come. You know what I'm feeling. You can see it. You understand my needs.

You slide onto the bed next to me. Your hand strokes over my body lightly while i quiver a little beneath it. Leaning over, you kiss me again, softly, tenderly, with a promise of passion. I moan into your mouth, melting into you. Your mouth moves down my neck, licking and nipping, and i arch open, exposing my throat to your teeth and lips. I feel your mouth on my skin, your body against mine, and i yearn toward you.

Your hand snakes down the front of me and cruelly twists one of my nipples. I cry out and you lean back, watching, your fingers still pulling and twisting my sensitive skin. I look up at you, your eyes bright with long-repressed need, and the silence flows between us.

"Please ..," i whisper, then stop speaking as you twist more tightly.

Meeting my eyes, your face is suddenly closed and cold and your words lash into my heart. "Please? Please what? I can fuck your cunt or your ass or your throat. I can give you pleasure or just take it. I can spank you, beat you, or mark you. I can apply that brand we talked about. You are mine." You lift your hand to stroke my face gently, then slap my cheek hard. The sound rings into the silence of the room and crimson heat blooms across my cheek. "You violated the trust between us when you left but, still, you are mine. That's not changed, can't change, won't change."

Gently, easily, your fingers stroke over the skin you just twisted, touching the nipple that continues to harden. "Lift your legs," you tell me, and I do. You fasten cuffs to my ankles, the leather smooth and solidly strong on my skin, and then fasten the cuffs together with a short chain. Pulling hard, you haul my legs over my head, affixing them to a hook in the wall above the one that holds my hands. I burn with the stretch; my body is bent almost double, my ass and cunt are open and exposed. Only my head, shoulders, and upper back still touch the bed. I strain against the bonds, moaning, and murmur softly, "Please, please, this hurts."

You say nothing but reach to caress my ass. Softly, you stroke my skin, over and over, touching my brown hole lightly, arousing me. Then comes a swift SWAT against one cheek followed immediately by another against the other cheek. Then another, and another, on and on and on, alternating sides, up on my hips, lower on the tops of my legs, your hands hard and heavy against my skin. My whimpering turning to pleading and writhing in my bonds, becoming louder, more frantic, until my ass is burning and bright red.

You stop, spreading my cunt lips and press a fingertip against my wet clit. I gasp at the heat that spears through me, shaking. I try to buck against your fingers but can't move. I want to shove your fingers against my clit, into my body, into my ass or my cunt, but i can't move. As always, the control is yours.

You pause and look down at me, watching me squirm. "I think my little slave likes this. You like this, don't you?" I only moan in response. Spearing hard into my cunt with three fingers you fuck them into and out of me roughly while i shake and gasp. "Don't you?" you ask. Words tumble from me then, moanings and pleadings for more, faster, harder, more more more please .. Master, please ..

But you only pull out of me, away from me. I protest wordlessly, almost peaking, as you move away from the bed. You take a length of black lace from a drawer and move back to the bed, smiling down at me a little sadly. Gently, you lift and hold my head while you wind the lace around and around my head, covering my eyes. After my sight is blocked, i feel the cool hardness of my leather gag nudging my mouth. I open, obeying your wordless command, knowing you'll simply force my mouth open, force the gag into my mouth and down my throat, if i don't obey on my own. "Good girl," i hear, and i glow at the approval i hear in your voice.

Your hands run softly over my ass, the skin there still tender and hot. "We're not done, slave," you tell me. I scream around the gag as a clamp bites into my nipple. Searing spiky pain radiates through my nipples and into my breasts as the other is clamped.



Again, your hands move on my ass, smoothing, touching, and caressing. A couple quick kisses, your beard scratchy and tickly against my hot skin. "We're not done," you repeat against my skin. Again you move away from me and i can hear you sorting through the collection of whips and paddles and belts and slappers you've acquired or made over the years. In your voice i recognize the disappointment and hurt and anger staining the respect and love between us. I know i caused it, know that i hurt you more than you've been hurt in a very long time.

I hear you move back to the bed and know you're standing beside it. "Punishment," you say soberly, a finger tracing gently over my face, "isn't fun. It isn't erotic. It isn't a thing I want to do to you but a thing that must be done. Nod if you understand that, b." I nod, recognizing the bleakness in your voice. Oh gods! Why did i hurt you like this?

"Ass, thighs, and hips," you say, "Cane. Thirty strokes." You pause and i begin to wiggle and scream around the gag, protesting, scared. "That's ten for each month you've been gone," you say firmly, "and then we'll put this behind us."

You step back and i still, tense and disbelieving. In all our time together, you'd never really had to punish me for anything. You'd had to be firm, of course, but i'd been a classic 'good sub', always a willing masochist and slave to you. I'd always tried hard to please you. Well, until i left so abruptly and hurt you so deeply in the doing.

I hear the hot tight SWISH of the thin supple cane a fraction of a second before pain explodes across my butt. Arcing, tensing, my hands form fists against the wildly blooming pain. "One," you say.

Another stroke lands high on my hips, welting my skin and sending me spinning into gagged, bound, screaming denial. "Two."

Another, across my thighs, burning the mark of the viciously supple cane into my sensitive skin. "Three."

Garbled, keening noises come from my throat as the blows continue raining down over my skin, hot and hard, demanding my immediate focus. Pain, not erotic, not fun, but real pain, intense and terrible, stabs into my soul and rages across my skin as the punishment continues.

My nails dig bloody crescents into my palms and i scream my voice into hoarse tatters behind my gag as the strokes continue to mount. "Fifteen."

I almost faint as the cane rips into my skin and i feel blood splatter in the wake of another blow. "Eighteen."

Lost in the pain, i urinate and the acid fluid flows down over my welts and cuts and causes me more agony. "Twenty-seven," you tell me.

Another atomic burst of pain across the welts and bruises and cuts of the former cane strokes. "Twenty-eight."

Lightning jagged pain flays me open, the stroke hard hard too hard against already beaten skin. "Twenty-nine."

I am shaking and sick, torn and welted and bloody. Waiting. The last stroke. The cane whistles down and .. stops. You touch it gently against my skin. "Thirty," you say, sounding ill.

I sag in my bindings, gasping as you remove my gag. I try to form sounds but short, mewling moans are all i can manage. You remove the clamps you'd fastened to my nipples before the caning, rubbing lightly over my hard, bloodless nubs. I twitch at the return of sensation but it is nothing compared to the incredible pain that still burns white-hot against the skin of my ass. You free me from the hooks and remove my cuffs, then turn me to lie on my tummy. I smell something medicinal as you touch over my welts and cuts and bruises with a soft wet cloth. It stings and burns. I try to move away from it but am too weak and you hold me too firmly. Finally, you smooth a cool salve over my skin and then move off the bed. "Stand up," you tell me, "over here, off the bed."

Slowly, made clumsy by the pain from the caning, i struggle off the bed and stand before you, crying but trying not to droop, trying to move toward acceptance. With gentle and careful fingers, you unwind the lace from around my eyes, permitting me light and sight for the first time since the punishment began. You frame my face with your hands, lift my chin and force my eyes to meet yours. Your thumbs stroke tears from my face. You bend to kiss me tenderly and I hear great pain in your voice when you speak.

"Don't do that again."

-END-




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Saturday, May 10, 2008

Of Mouse and Man

I paced around my apartment, and found myself standing in front of the mirror, wondering how far I'd let Joanna go. Was I a man or a mouse? An answer came at once: put a piece of cheese on the floor and you'll find out. I was never sure exactly what that meant, but it was a funny line from a movie I'd once seen.

She'd called me, as she did about once a week, and told me to come over. Didn't invite me over, didn't ask me over, just told me to come over now. I couldn't believe sometimes that I put up with her crap. I had been so in love with her, once.

She met me at the door, wearing just a tee-shirt. "Hey, babe," she said, walking away. "Get your glass and join me in the bedroom."

I walked into the kitchen and retrieved the small tulip-shaped wine glass she always wanted me to use.

She was sitting on the plush carpeted floor of her bedroom, in the open area. Next to her were the 2 throw pillows she liked, and the jar of petroleum jelly with the Q-tip sticking out of it. She was sucking on a new vibrator, brass at its base with flesh-colored plastic over the vibrating knob. The divine smell of her cunt filled the room.

Without taking the thing out of her mouth, she patted the floor next to her. We had been through this routine before, and I began taking off my clothes. When I was naked I sat down next to her and she handed me the Q-tip with a wad of jelly on it. She watched as I carefully wiped the greasy cotton all around the inside of the wine glass, so that the inside was completely coated with a film of petroleum jelly.

"Good boy. Come on and lay down now, I can't wait to try this bugger out," she said.

This was one of the depths to which my formerly semi-normal sex life had sunk. How I longed to just make love to her again, but she wouldn't have it. She'd made it clear that if I didn't want to play things her way, I could take a hike. And I should have, but I couldn't. For one thing, I was in love with her cunt. It was a fountain, exuding a thick delicious paste when excited, and I don't mean just a little bit. The whitish goo just drooled out of her.

I had solid wood between my legs from the fragrance of it when I laid down next to her, resting my head in the valley between the two throw pillows.

She put the vibrator down and turned to me with the Q-tip in her hand. A fresh blob of petroleum jelly was on the cotton, and slowly and carefully, she swabbed the Q-tip over my nose. Joanna understood the humiliating nature of this process, which is probably why she took her time with it. When she had coated my nose with the jelly, she put the jar and the Q-tip down.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. She rose to her knees, and then swung one leg over my face, and rested her knees down on the pillows. With her directly over me, I looked up at her cunt and could see right away that it had been busy, as usual. Her outer lips were red and swollen, her inner lips were drawn out and hanging, as through they had been recently battered. And up close, there was another smell, too. The smell of fucking. I knew it well because one of the first of many odd things she had made me do was to lick her cunt clean after we had made love. I wondered who she had fucked before I came over. None of her other boyfriends would eat her out after coming in her cunt, so she'd taken to calling me over to do it after they'd left. I didn't even get to do that, much, any more. She mainly used my nose.

She began to wiggle herself down lower towards my face, spreading her legs. She reached down and gently pulled her butt cheeks apart and lowered herself a little further, until the tip of my nose touched her anus. I knew at once that her asshole was fairly clean this time, and was glad for that. She had ridden my nose with a shit-covered asshole more than once. She gyrated around with tiny motions, pushing my nose further into her rectum until the outer ring of her anus was stretched around the base of my nose.



Then she turned on the vibrator and began to pleasure herself with it. My task was to remain motionless so that part of my face could be used as a butt plug while she jerked off. My reward was that I got to swallow her "drippings" as they oozed into my mouth. I wasn't allowed to stick my tongue out, but I could keep my mouth open to receive her juices. As was often the case, the cream flowing out of her included some guy's come, as well as her cunt paste, but I swallowed away, just the same.

I was glad she didn't fart, this time. She had let go some thunderous farts while my nose was up her ass in the past. She would giggle, and smile down at me and say "Oops" as though she just couldn't control it, when in fact I could feel her pushing them out. More than once she'd pushed a chunk of shit down to my nose.

She masturbated with the vibrator for about twenty minutes, then she was done. She rolled off me, exhausted, and then picked up the wine glass and said "You'll have to do it. I'm too tired, now. I'll watch, though." I was acutely disappointed because I was horny as hell by then and had been looking forward to one of her hand jobs. She gave fabulous hand jobs. But she wasn't going to give me anything tonight.

I stood in front of her, and spit on my fingers and began stroking my cock. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the wine glass out toward me. I was ready to orgasm in about a minute. When I felt the sperm rising I pushed the head of my throbbing cock into the waiting container and spurted at least five times into the wine glass. She held the glass still until I had milked every drop of semen out of my cock.

"Good job," she said, holding up the glass and swirling its contents around. Since the inside of the glass was coated with the petroleum jelly, nothing would stick to it and my sperm swirled around in a single large white blob. "A good healthy ejaculation, wouldn't you say?" I nodded, and she handed me the glass. I brought the glass up to my lips and tipped its contents into my mouth and swallowed.

"Ok, run along now." That was it. She laid down on the bed, and turned away from me.

I got dressed, put the jar of petroleum jelly away in the bathroom, tossed out the Q-tip, and took the wine glass back to the kitchen, where I washed and dried it and put it back in the cupboard. I was not allowed to wash or even wipe off my nose or face at her place, which meant driving back to my apartment with my face covered with her smelly paste and sometimes with her shit in my nose.

Put a piece of cheese on the floor and you'll find out, I kept thinking.

-THE END-





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Garden BDSM

I am a male in my early forties and although I don't work out or have massive pecs I still have a good athletic figure. I have for a long time had a mild interest in BDSM but this has increased a lot in the past few years. It may be the hormones, they cause some older men to chase young girls while others have different effects.

Unfortunately I hadn't found a female partner to share my interest, I had casually brought the subject up several times but it was always met with disinterest. I had to be content with self bondage experiments therefore and an idea I had been playing with was one in the open air and being tied down to the lawn in the garden.

My garden is secluded by tall trees, bushes and a high fence from all directions except for a small section of low fence at the top of the garden where, if the neighbours that side went up to the top of their garden, they could see into mine. Today however I was free to experiment as I had seen my neighbours leave early that morning for a two week holiday.

Everything had been prepared and the day was perfect being overcast but warm. Leaving my clothes in doors I took my equipment out into the garden and taking some wire tent pegs lay down on the lawn with my arms and legs forming a letter 'X'. When I was in the right position I placed a tent peg by each wrist, each ankle, under my neck and beneath my balls. Getting up I set up a video camera in the corner of the garden and used a telephoto setting on the lens to take in the marked out area without the distortion that I would get from filming closer. I was now ready to begin.

Starting the video camera with its remote control I took the rest of my equipment and went back to my position on the lawn. I first hammered the pegs at wrist and neck positions into the lawn with a mallet. I then fitted cuffs to my ankles and after putting tent pegs through the 'D' rings, hammered the pegs into the lawn.

Fitting cock and ball straps to my love tackle I put another tent peg through the metal joining ring and knocked that into the lawn. I now fitted a collar around my neck and cuffs to each wrist. I lay back, feeling the ring on my cock and ball harness tightening the straps and slightly crushing my balls. With my back flat on the ground I clipped one wrist cuff to its tent peg and then clipped the neck collar to the peg under my neck. To finish I managed with a slight struggle to clip the last wrist cuff to the remaining peg.

Laying there with eyes closed I relaxed in the experience.

Suddenly I was startled by a young woman's voice close to my side saying "Are you enjoying yourself down there?"

I opened my eyes and found myself looking into the brown eyes of the next door neighbour's daughter who as far as I knew lived about 100 miles away. In my position I had no option but to tell the truth and then asked what she was doing there and in my garden.

It appeared that she had decided on a break herself and combined it with house sitting for her parents. Hearing my tapping the pegs, she went into the garden to investigate. Being intrigued by what I was doing, she watched me staying just out of sight until I had finished and when I closed my eyes, climbed over the fence to investigate closer.

I had better describe Donna. She is in her early twenties, no fantastic beauty but has an attractiveness that will last into advanced years. Her hair is almost black and from my viewpoint I could see that her bust was a good 38 D and firm. Today she was wearing a crop top and cut-off shorts with a leather belt.

Donna told me that she had watched because she had been curious about bondage for some time but this was the first time she had seen any example. She asked if I was getting the feeling I desired and I explained that being self bondage it lacked a lot, not least that I couldn't get the bondage tight enough.

To my surprise, Donna suggested that she would help and both our curiosities would be satisfied. I readily agreed.

Donna took the hammer and removing the pegs one by one, refixed then as tight as she could. "How is that?" she asked and I replied that it was good as I really was secured firmly and couldn't move at all.

"Superb!" Donna exclaimed pulling off her crop top to reveal her beautiful tits in their full glory, "Now you can eat my pussy before giving me a good Fucking".

I was shocked by her sudden change and forthrightness and objected on the grounds that 1. She was young enough to be my daughter and 2. It wouldn't be right to shag a neighbours daughter.

She replied that 1. She was old enough to shag who she pleased and 2. I wasn't really in a position to choose who I shagged.

I still refused and smiling with satisfaction she took her shorts off revelling a shaved pussy. Taking the belt out of the shorts and standing legs apart (giving me a beautiful view of her cunt lips) she swung the belt so that the end hit me across the left nipple. "You..." whack! - another across the right...

"will..." whack! - a blow across the left side of my stomach...

"do..." whack! - another blow across the right side of my stomach...

"what..." whack! - another blow across the right side of my stomach...

"you're..." crack! - the belt wrapped around my left hip hitting my arse cheek...

"told..." crack! - the belt wrapped around my right hip and arse cheek...

"And address..." whack - a blow across my left thigh...

"me..." whack - a blow across my right thigh...

"as..." crack - the belt zapped across my rigid cock...

"MISTRESS!" CRACK - the belt cracked across my cock and wrapped around to my taught balls.

Liquid fire seemed to flow all around my cock and balls overwhelming the pain in the other parts of my body. Much as I wanted to I couldn't scream out here so close to other neighbours so with great effort I had managed to suppress most sound until the last when I gave out a great gasp and muffled groan.

"Do I take that as an affirmative?" Donna asked and I through my pain could only answer "Yes Mistress"

Donna lowered herself down so that her succulent young cunt contacted my mouth and I quickly began to run my tongue around her sweet lips.

"Do a good job and you will be rewarded with pleasure instead of pain" she said.

I worked harder, running my tongue along her moist slit and helping her clit out of its hood. Sucking it into my mouth I gave it a clit blow job and after a few minutes was rewarded by her fluids flooding my face as her legs clamped closed on my head and she came in a shattering orgasm.

When she had recovered she suddenly moved so that her legs were each side of my body and I was looking up at her firm young arse. I knew what she was doing as soon as her lips wrapped around my cock and she used her tongue to play with with the head while her hand caressed my balls removing all memory of the stinging belt.

Donna obviously felt the warning of my orgasm through my balls as she stopped and moved round to offer one of her delicious tits to my mouth. "Good" she said "See what you can do with these" I did the best that I could in my captive position and could tell that it was having a positive effect on her already aroused condition.

Removing her tit from my mouth Donna moved to kneel each side of my stomach and slowly lowered herself down onto my massive erection. It was so tight and my cock being larger than average didn't help.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned as suddenly the resistance ended and her tight young love tunnel gradually swallowed my engorged cock until it disappeared from sight.

Seeing my prick gradually sliding into that beautiful naked pussy and feeling the incredible tightness almost pushed me over the edge but not wanting it to end I used every technique that I knew to delay the final moment. I even had to close my eyes as the sight of her magnificent tits was so erotic.

A vibration in her cunt warned me that she was close to her orgasm and I opened my eyes to see her arching backwards, tits displayed at their finest, and as she came down firmly on my prick with a shuddering gasp I let rip and my love fluid shot deep into her triggering off a series of tremors throughout her body. With a final gasp she fell forward and hugged me.

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When we had both recovered, she freed me and after packing away the equipment we went in for a shower and a drink.

Later, still nude and cuddled together on the sofa she said "Thank you for making a woman of me". I looked in amazement at her as she explained that she had always been too nervous of men to allow them to go all the way and even with a vibrator she only had allowed a minor orgasm. Having me safely secured and the eroticness of the situation had allowed her to finally let herself go.

Now I not only felt guilty for shagging my neighbours daughter for whom I was old enough to be her father, but also had taken her virginity! Admittedly I also felt proud and honoured that she should have allowed me the delights of her young body.

She laughed at my concern and told me that she had two weeks to free me of my guilt and that she was going to make full use of the time. That as they say 'is another story' which I might just tell you some day if you are interested.

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Broken

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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Dominant Orders

I've told you to draw me a warm bath with a lot of bubbles. You obey. You are bound to my orders and must follow my every command and desire.

Standing in the middle of the room, I have you undress me. Slowly, undoing the buttons on my silk dress. They flow from the nape of my neck all the way to my ass. You see, this is a 'special' dress. The front is made of lace and a solid fabric. The neckline and the back, however, is completely lace, and somewhat revealing. These buttons are covered in fabric and become slightly difficult for your fingers to unfasten. This delay only makes me hotter for my plans. As your fingers continue down the middle of my back, the garment slowly eases off my shoulders, half concealing and half revealing my supple bosom. This fabric softly caresses my skin as it begins to lower down off my torso. But it gets only so far, as your hands continue to undress me, I can feel your hardening cock pressing against my ass, and between the cheeks, right through the fabric. Sensing this pleases me, you linger your cock, just under my crack, and tease it slowly moving it around my opening, rubbing so gently.

Your hands have made some progress with these damn buttons. I insisted on dressing this way to prolong the event, as it stimulates me and you see this pleases me. I lower my hips, my ass touches your cock......oh, I'm getting so wet. Finally the final button that allows the garment to fall to my feet is undone. Standing there, in my 'glory', you admire your desires. My nipples are perked and hard, goosebumps on the breast, in its erection.

I command you to disrobe, and I assist. My expert mouth finds its way to your bulging fly, and my teeth grasp on to the zipper, eager to set you free. On my knees in front of you, I look up to your handsome face. Your jeans are hanging from your hips, and I see you have surprised me with no undergarments! I love it when you do that. Our eye contact firmly held, I slip my hands through the open fly, and free your member. Your stance widens, providing adequate balance for my ministrations. My hands assist my mouth in completely freeing your erect penis, and through my awaiting lips. My deep red lipstick smearing all over the growing shaft, outlines my efforts. Your cock tastes so good tonight, and I show you how much.

Flicking the tip of the head with my tongue, I reach up and take hold of your balls, and knead them. You jerk back in delight and then quickly return to your stance. Your hands reach down to assist my head, bracing it, from the forceful entries into my moist, warm, orifice. You can feel my teeth as the pass along the shaft, digging in slightly, almost causing you pain. A glorious pain, you desire. Pumping your hard pole into my mouth, and down to my throat, I begin to sing, and the vibrations can be felt on your ass by my hands as they caress your firm muscles.

OOOOOhhhhh... I say... on your dick as it moves in and down my throat,

almost gagging me. I love it and want it deeper still. Pushing my hands on your ass so your cock is forced further still into my throat, I shudder, hhhhhhhh... under my breath.

Hearing the tub has filled, we pause. I instruct you to carry me into the deep pool. Once deposited in the foam, I order you to bathe me. We own many interesting tools and toys for such labors. You select a large sponge mitt and insert your cock into it. Directing the mitt on your cock, you begin with my breast. I lay down on my back into the water to facilitate your motions. Floating there, with my ears under the water, I can hear Bolero on the stereo, even here under the water. And I smile. My tits are completely erect and the bodies firm under your cleansing motions. I look into your eyes, and faintly detect a smile, though you deny it.

Slowly your mitt eases down my arms to my hands, where I wring out the suds of the mitt onto my belly. Your hard cock then positions itself over my lower pelvis and begins to work, cleaning me thoroughly. Between my legs, your mitt takes extra time to assure your work is effective. As I float by, I finally release you from your labors, removing the mitt from your manhood, and you take me, while I float. Bracing yourself on the sides of the jacuzzi, you turn on the jets, adding foam. The pumping of the water is in time to your pumping me. Your hard cock is deeply within my vault, withdrawing my precious deposits.

Wrapping my legs around your waist to ground my floating body, your penis inserts deeper into my hole. My back arches in delight! oooooohhh, I groan. You bend down, penis in place, and begin to suck on my rosy breasts. The jets swirling the warm water on my naked body turns it into a exhilarating blushing tone. As my thighs squeeze onto your torso, you can feel I am close to climax, and bite my nipple. So hard in fact that I see a small trickle of blood on your chin when you look into my eyes for commands.

As if by my own command, my loins are sufficiently charged, and I make you rest your ass on a bench we have on the side of the tub. Sitting sideways,

with me on your lap, my legs around your waist, I sit up and kiss you longingly on the mouth. My body rising and falling, your head connected to mine, we move as one. On my command, I release you, demand your charge!

And you obey. We lay lingering, floating adrift our own foam within the foam of the tub, for hours...


-the end-





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A Continuous Growth

The time had come. Our week together had ended. Neither of us wanting it to be over. But it would not be long and we would be together again. But the wait would be of great endurance.

Master walked me to my car, kissing me good-bye. I could not help but to tear up a little. I watched, as He walked to His truck, the farther He walked away the more tears came to my eyes. I rested my head on the car window, my hand shaking as I tried so hard to open the door with the key. Tears streaming down my face, almost whimpering, like a child. The harder I tried to get into the car, the more I could not.

Then, I felt His heat, His body touching mine. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me to Him. His lips went to my ear kissing it softly, then my neck.

He whispered in my ear, "It's time little one, it won't be long and we will be together again." His hand moved up my dress, pinching my nipple. The first one hurt a little, the second started to warm me, the third gave me a calmness. The calmness only He could give me. Turning me around, His hand went to my chin, gripping my cheeks together. My lips stuck out, He kissed them softly, and pulled at my bottom lip with His teeth. His hands moved to my cheeks, holding them as His thumb wiped away my tears. Kissing my forehead. He turned me around and patted my ass. His voice now deep and commanding said, "GO NOW".

I got in the car and drove away. The tears had stopped, but that did not stop my heart from longing to be with Him already. The drive home was long and lonely. But it gave time to think, not that I needed to. But I did seam to do much of that lately. When I finally got home I was tired and just wanted a bath. To rest, relax. I ran the bath with some bubbles, lit some candles. I had my things put away in no time, and went to the bath. As I took my cloths off, I noticed some small marks on my body.

A small smile came to my face. I lay in the tub soaking and just relaxing, enjoying the smell of the candles. It was not long and the water started to cool, but I had not done as I was supposed to do with every bath or shower. I stood up, raising one leg to the counter top, keeping the other in the water. My legs spread wide, my hand went to my pussy. Gently touching the outer lips caressing them a little. Moving a finger to the inside of them, I touched my clit. How it hurt, the piercing so fresh and new still. But I knew I must do as I was told. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The marks on my body were worse than I thought. I had bruises everywhere.

My hand did not stop working at my clit, as I looked myself over. I could see the pain in my own face, as I touched myself. But in my heart and in my head, I was pleased. Pleased as I was doing as Master wished. I pushed my clit hard and up, Masters orders, when I played with myself for Him. I know a groan, came from my lips and a pain took me. But it was a sweet pain, that pleasure pain. That I was slowly learning to, live and breathe for. I looked at myself in the mirror. Looked at my own eyes, I seen that pleasure and pain there. I then whispered to myself, something I had seen in a movie once.

"For only I know what I do." I finally understood I would do anything that I could to please Master. My fingers moved around, pressing and playing with my clit. My hips moved, to the pleasure I was giving myself. I watched myself, looking at my eyes when I could open them. Watched how my body had learned to move to the pleasure. The more I rubbed and pressed my clit the less the pain, the more pleasure. My hips moved with my hand, my finger working like crazy to bring myself off. Pinching and twisting my clit, poking at my love hole, hips moving and thrashing a bit, getting myself where I need to go. Ever pinch, causing me to gasp. Every twist, making me wish it was Masters fingers there. It was a matter of seconds, once I got to the place I need to get myself. I could hear His words, in my head.

"Cum, come for your Master. Cum, for me now love. Cum for us. Feel it let it take you. Let it please us both. " I came the way Master would have wanted my body tightens up, my hips moving franticly. Moaning. Growing. My hand all wet, with my juices. Bringing them to my lips kissing them softly, tasting the tip of each one. I went to bed right afterward, for a night of what I hoped would be sweet dreams.

I woke to the phone ringing in the morning. It was Master; He was just letting me know that He made it home safely. I told Him of the night before, and He was pleased. But was running late. He would talk to me later on the computer.

For the next three weeks we did just that. Talked and talked on the phone and the computer. We played a little here and there to. As each day went by, I think I learned something new. I was finding things out about myself that I did not know. I don't know how it came up, but one day I found myself sitting between Masters feet in the room, that we chat in. With my head on His lap, caressing my hair. In private He told me how this pleased Him. Telling me this is where I belonged. I questioned everything. But in the end I knew Master was right. Time told me that I belonged at His feet, as well as His side. That I was every thing that I could be to Him.

We talked of a collar and lead. This scared the hell out of me. But after talking, with Master I knew that I could try it, maybe even do it. As that smile on His face, meant more to me than anything.

We talked of me having a slave side to me. This was something I knew little of and what I did know I did not like. Master had always treated me with love and respect. I did not want to lose my voice not now not ever. I voiced my option, and I was heard. But, Master still believed that it was in me. Time would tell, and as always. I was beginning to believe Master was right again. I talked to many people that were slaves, both real and just cyber. Each had there own options. But I liked Masters best. As, I would always have a voice. His word would rule, but sometimes things could be altered so that I was comfortable with them. I took Masters advice and just let things happen. More and more everyday, I grew into wanting to please Him more. Wanting my head on His lap. Wanting to be at His feet. Wanting Him to stroke my hair. Wanting Him to pull me to His lap, when He wanted me there. I had a new calmness that had taken hold of me. But a hold only Master had the control over.

The week before we were to get together again. Things seamed to change a little. Master was a little firmer with me. His voice, much more hard with me. Yet I knew I was doing everything possible to please Him. I was getting scared that I had done something wrong. Master assured me that I had not. But, He like me had different sides and one was showing right now. I smiled, because I like this side to. It was scary. But there was something about it that lured me to it. Something that made me even crave more, to pleasing Him. The day before I was to leave, Master changed all the plans. Sent me a map, to a cabin. Told me what time to leave, what time I should get there by etc. I did not ask why the change, I did not care I just wanted to be with Him. To feel Him, to touch Him, to have His hands touch me, to feel the gift He gave me. I left the house the next morning at the time Master suggested would be good. Following the directions to the cabin.

I got there a few minutes earlier than planed. Master was not there. I went to the door with my bags. A note was on the door to just go in. As I entered the cabin, I could feel, dampness, a coldness that I had not felt in years. But I went in anyway. On the table was a carnation, a red and white one, and a favorite of mine. A note, lay beside it. I picked it up the note up as smelled the beautiful flower, started reading it carefully.

*Go and shower wait for me. Today we will find out how committed you are to what you think you feel. There is a package on the bed, wear what is in the package and nothing else. We have talked of where my slave should be when I enter. Be there and be ready. I love you, littleone; I know you can do this. *

I read the note over and over again. Thinking about all the talks, over the last few weeks. I went to the bedroom and put my stuff down and away. Looked at the small package on the bed. I went to the bathroom to shower and get ready. My mind was racing, wondering what had I got myself into. Could I please, Master this way. I knew in my heart I could, but could the rest of me. I was in the shower till the hot water was gone. Hoping in away that the time would just pass till Master got there. I went to the package on the bed and opened it. My eyes just about popped out of my head. Inside there four small cuffs of soft leather, all with rings on them and buckles to do them up. There was also a collar for my neck, with a leash. I trembled just touching it. I put the cuffs on making sure they were tight but not to tight. On both my wrists and my ankles, they felt so soft yet so binding. I remembered Masters words; no sub or slave of His would ever put their own collar on.

I walked into the living room and sat in the chair holding the collar and leash in my hand. I was shaking, I really didn't know why or what to expect. I heard the car door slam. I quickly moved to my knees beside the chair, holding the collar and leash in my hand my eyes lowered just a bit.

Master walked in, I did not turn my head to see. I stayed where I was told to wait. He walked over to me, touched my head and sat in His chair. His index finger went under my chin, lifting my head slightly. He kissed my lips, tenderly. His touch made me shiver.



"You listen well little one. I am pleased. Let me see your wrists." His words were soft and clear. I held each wrist to Him. He tugged on each of them. " You did well, little one. Now give me the collar."

My hand trembled as He took it from my hand.

"Now lift your head high." He said, with His voice strong. He buckled the collar to my neck. Attached the lead to it. And tugged on it a little, pulling my head down. A smile came to His face. He kissed my lips again. "Now follow me." He said. Holding the leash up to my mouth. "Yes littleone, open your mouth and carry the leash in it."

I opened my mouth taking the leash in biting it. I started to get up to follow Master.

"NO. Down, you will crawl, from this point forward unless you are told different. Do you understand?" His words loud and very clear.

I moved to all fours, and crawled. My heart sank as I moved behind Him. But I knew in my heart I could do this, I needed to do this. I needed to please Master no matter what it took. We got to a door. He opened it and motioned for me to stay. I did feeling badly, that I had already screwed this up a little. But I knew Master was kind and would not hold this against me. The door to the room opened again. Master motioned me in. There were candles burning everywhere, the smell was wonderful. I crawled to where He directed me. He pulled the leash out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He caressed my cheek with His hand, kissed my forehead.

"Are you ready for this, littleone?" His words soft yet sharp.

"Yes, Master, I am ready for what ever it is you wish." My words were shaky, no sooner had I said them and my arms were hooked up in the air. My legs were pushed and kicked gently apart. Opening them wide, something was put between them to keep them that way. I tired to move my legs, but I could not. My arms were stretched and so were my legs. The leash was unhooked and held to my lips. Not having a clue as to what I was doing. I kissed the leash.

"Now suck it slave make it wet. I want it go and wet so you can feel it, the bite it will give you. A sweet bite I know you crave." Masters words again were strong.

I opened my mouth taking it in, sucking it and licking it as I would the shaft of Master cock. Sucking it and making it as wet as I could. My tongue, licking at it making it wet. Making it the way Master wanted. I was trembling more, knowing that this was going to be used on me. Used for my pleasure. Master pulled it from my lips, and in one swipe smacked my pussy lips with it. Not to hard but hard enough that I winced a little. Master then flicked my nipples making them nice and hard. He then held a nipple clamp to my lips. I kissed it. Then it was attached to my nipple, biting me hard. I winced and shook, as the bite started to warm my breast. Then the next breast was done the same way. I was shaking more. But as my breasts both warmed, Master then attached a chain to them and hooked it to the collar. So if I moved I pulled at my own breasts. Causing my own pain and pleasure. Master started to swat at my ass, none to lightly this time. Bringing tears to my eyes, I could not help it. After a few more swats, He stopped and rubbed the marks on my ass. Kissing each one, tenderly. My ass was so warm, now and a little tender. Master then took the leash, hitting my breasts with it.

"AHHhhhhh.GODDDDDDDDDD." The noise came from my mouth. I tried to hold it back bust could not. More swats to my breasts and to my belly. I bit my lips hard, not wanting Him to know how it hurt. But in second, or minutes it started to warm me.

Master unhooked my wrists, turned me a little and bent me over something. Hooking my ankles to it still spread wide open. My wrists hooked in the front of it, on each side of the legs of the thing. I could lift my head, but it pulled my nipples so much, that it hurt all over again. I tired not to move. I adjusted to this position quickly, as Master rubbed my ass. Then He started spanking it again, each slap harder than the last. Till I cried, the tears were running down my face. My nipples hurt from me pulling on them and my ass hurt. But, yet I didn't want Master to stop. Master did stop and walked to the front of me. He lifted my head.

"Suck this slave, take your mind off the pain." He then stuck His cock into my mouth. His voice was so different.

I sucked His cock with such a great passion. A passion I did not know, nor understand. I sucked Him hard and fast. His cock grew in my mouth in what seamed like seconds. Then He took it away from me. My head dropped. Making me pull the chain to my tits again. Master walked behind me. Taking a candle started to drip hot wax on my ass. It stung as it trickled down my ass cheeks. Then He moved the candle closer, the wax was hotter as it dripped. My ass wiggled and jumped around. As every drop of melting wax, making me squirm. Masters fingers went to my pussy, His fingers poking and playing with my hole and my clit. He pinched it hard.

"You like this, my little slave. Your pussy is so wet, like a river ready to flow." His voice sounded happy.

My wrested were unhooked from the legs of this thing I was bent over. The leash attached to the front of the collar again, and pulled tight between my pussy lips and up threw my ass cheeks. And attached to another ring on the collar. Master then plucked the leash a few times letting it bite into my pussy lips and snap on my back. My hands were pulled behind me and hooked together. I was still bent over. Master pulled the strap aside, letting His cock touch my pussy hole.

"Now, my little slave. Do you want my cock? Do you want to feel it in you? Tell me, beg for it." His voice filled of excitement. As He, slapped my ass again, hard.

" Yes, Master, fuck me. Let me have your cock." My voice, filled with a weakness.

I lifted the top part of my body, pulling at my nipples so hard that I almost screamed. It hurt so bad, my body was shaking uncontrollably. My pussy was burning. My ass was hot and hurting. My nipples were going to be ripped off any minute now. But I wanted Master in me to fill me.

"Master fuck my ass, please. Please, cum in me, fill me, take me." These were words from my mouth. I could not believe my ear own ears. I screamed, "FUCK ME MASTER PLEASE."

Master rambled His cock into my ass no warning no nothing. Taking me deep, sticking His whole cock into me. I screamed bloody murder, as my ass was ripped wide open.

Master, bent over me. Whispering in my ear. "I'm here love. Let it take you. Let it happen. Give yourself to me."

Master gave me a few seconds to adjust as He kissed my back, pressing into me. My ass was fucked with a passion I had never seen in Master before. It hurt like hell, but I heard His words, they were soothing to me. Masters hands started slapping at my ass again. Hitting me over and over again in the same spot. But yet I started to move what little I could to His strokes. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head up. Making a noise like I have never made before a scream, of some kind. The pain in my chest was great. Yet I loved it. My head pulled back and twisted to the side, as His tongue found it's way into my mouth. Masters grip on my hair was tight. I was in pain there was no two ways about it. Yet, this was a pain that I did not want to end. I would not say stop. My body was screaming in a burning pleasure. I was on fire. Master knew I was getting close to cuming. He pulled out of my ass. Swatted my ass again, over and over.

"Don't you dare cum yet." He bellowed at me.

He then rambled Himself back into my ass. Fucking me so hard, and fast. He pulled out of my ass again, shooting His load on me. He grabbed the leash unhooking it quickly and started to smack my ass over and over again.

"CUM, NOW. Cum for your Master." His voice was very commanding.

I gushed, my juices squirting out of me, dripping down my legs. To the floor, it was everywhere. As soon as I started cumming Master stopped hitting my ass. He moved quickly to the front of me, unhooking the chain to my breasts. Pulling me upright, kissing me so hard. As tears and everything still had me. He held me not letting me go till I started to clam. He then undid everything, but the nipple clamps. He walked away leaving me standing beside this thing I was bent over a few minutes ago. Master wiggled His finger to me. With a very shaky body I went to my knees and started to crawl to Him. My tits swaying back and forth as I moved to Him. Once I got to Master, He raised my arms in the air. He flicked at my nipples. I bit my lip as hard as I could. But He did not stop till I gave in to it and yelled. They were removed one at a time, each causing me to yell again. My body went into a spasm and I came again. Master smiled as I did.

"Now, my little slave. All good slaves do clean their Masters." He said this with a chuckle to His voice.

I lowered my head to His cock, and started to clean Him with my mouth. Licking and sucking His cock, with a new found pleasure in me.


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