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Contrary to former instructions, he looked at the note again. It couldn’t be, but it seemed it was. She had signed it, sent it to him directly. A picture slid out of her pussy wrapped around one of the baby boytoys they had created. She was coming on that replica cock every night, drowning it in fluids. And as a result he was getting some interesting instructions.
After going weeks without coming, she’s shifted directions for sure – it looks like his dry spell is over – as long as he was willing to come according to her directions. Instead of distracting himself with a movie or book or bar-hoping with his buddies, he was to go home and get naked. Put on the steel collar around his neck and his leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists. All the little accessories she has him don when she arrives.
Get on his knees and lock his ankles together. Snap his little cock harness (yes the one with the leash) on his body tightly, pulling his balls and cock away from his body. On the third snap, not the second where he’s comfortable. Yes, it makes his dick hard and dark, but do it anyway because she wants him to. Place the other end of the leash on the bedpost, and then put his ass in the air and his face on the floor just as if she was standing there in front of him. Think about her taking him from behind right in that very spot. She knows his cock gets harder thinking about it.
If she was there, she’d have him grab his ass cheeks and pull them, opening up the way for her to take him. So kneel there and do just that, hold his ass ready for her. Call it practice for the next visit. Maybe tomorrow he should buy himself some lube and have it handy. Tonight she’d be using the baby boytoy in her pussy at home, drowning it in her girl come, but next time she visits maybe she would use it on him.
Contemplate that for a while as he’s kneeling there on the floor. Think about how wide he is and how that’s going to feel in his tight little hole. How she’s going to have him ask for it, beg for her to fuck him with the baby boytoy. How she’ll grab his hips and yank him back against her, knowing the leash would be pulling on his cock in the other direction. Wonder if she‘ll allow him to moan or punish him for doing so by gagging him. Think about being plundered with the baby boytoy, and how she’ll leave it in his ass when she sits in front of him to be pleasured with his tongue. Know the vibrations will be steady but low, until she wants him to sit back on his heels for her…she’ll turn it up then, so she can torment him with it, pulsing deep within him.
Once he’s though on that for a while, he’s allowed to set back on his heels, and slowly pleasure his cock. Slide his hand up and down using his own pre-com to lubricate. Get himself close while considering the next visit and just how it might go. Think about how she likes to chain his hands just out of reach of his cock, so usually he can’t touch himself like this. How she hasn’t allowed him to come alone is a couple of years now. How forbidden it was to pull on his hard prick, and feel it pulse, how good it felt to have friction sliding up and down, how close he could get to coming just thinking about her. He was then supposed to unsnap his cock harness and jerk off for her right there, in the same spot she was planning on taking his ass. Of course he was to lick up any come spilled so there would be no mess.
Mistress wanted him to let her know each night this week when he had accomplished this, so he was to get online and let her know what he thought of while completing his tasks. How he’d like her to take him and why he deserved to be allowed all this pleasure. He’d have to be sure to thank her for the permission to come and how he was looking forward to her next visit too. Oh yes, this was definitely a change, coming every night while focusing on his Mistress…perhaps the first change of many…only time would tell.
Not quite naked, but still stripped of his outer clothes, his coverings that made him so manly, he came to me. The control isn’t as tight anymore; he gives in to urges. Where once he would keep a distance to the last moment, now he knows time is finite and so he doesn’t waste it. He wraps himself around me, hot mouth on mine embracing me with his warmth. And then once he has said his hello, he kneels in front of me and waits.
The leather is wide and holds his head steady, one buckle in the front and one in the back, just barely enclosing his neck. Small bands around his wrists, clipped to the brass chains on his collar. Freedom to move – but not complete. His hands almost reach his waist but there the slack ends. From the back, I braid his hair tightly, in case I need a connection point. A leather harness holding his cock tight, a leash attached with the chains rattling.
I pull up my skirt and sit back on the chair, each leg thrown up on the padded arms, my butt close to the edge… Tugging on the leash I pull him to me and instruct him to worship – and he does. Sucking on my toes, nibbling at my ankles. His mouth sweeping lightly up the inside of my legs as he licks the sweat off them. Nuzzling my thighs and warm breath on my clit. Slowly approaching my pussy and tenderly exploring it with his tongue.
I’ve a bruise on my ass and a hickey on my chest. I’ve come probably six times in the last three days alone just thinking about how they got there, never mind the sheer waves of pleasure the night it happened
It wasn’t the first time, or the second or even the third. We were well into it, probably dozens of times I’d leaned over with my breath hot on his cock, and stopped for that split second before sliding his prick deep into my mouth. And once again I get that thrill – when that split second moan starts as the wet heat of my mouth envelops him, and I peer up at an angle and yes, he’s got that look on his face again…the one that says I’m definitely doing something right, sheer pleasure is rapidly overtaking his features and my focus shifts once again back onto his cock. It’s how many times later and still getting hard in my mouth fills a craving for him. When we’re apart he talks to me about it, telling me just how much he wants it and how he thinks about it, going from soft and warm to hard and throbbing deep in my throat. He texts me and mentions how he’s wet from anticipating the evening to come, how horny and hard he is thinking about what will happen and how far we’ll go.
Its not supposed to go quite like this but it does. Its years later, literally years, and i still hear that small twisted moan, that whimper, when I pull my lips away and leave him bobbing in the air as I suck on his balls. I have to say it’s a thrill for me as well, knowing the turn-on is still there, as much as it was the first time he unzipped his shorts and I dove face first into his crotch. God how I love to suck his cock.
Endorphins running amuck, I could barely move afterwards. I was swollen, I was sure of it. I dripped all over the sheets. I could feel sweat running through my hair, my skin was bursting with sensation and I was beyond elated. His hands kept sliding over my skin, I felt deliciously appreciated. I was totally sated, every pore of my skin bursting with satisfaction.
He was smiling, almost giddy as we curled up together afterwards. His tongue was darting in and out of my mouth; I swear he would have devoured me If it was possible. We had had wild monkey sex, incredible marathon sex, all evening long. Oh a spot of rest here and there, some water to keep us from total dehydration, but overall our main activity for the those four hours was getting some and how.
I‘d had him in bondage, fucking him at my own leisure. I’d had his balls between my feet and stood over his head hanging off the edge of the bed forcing him to eat me. I’d taken his ass with not just one toy but two. I’d tugged on his nipples til they were sore. I’d sat on his face and then fed him my tits. Got him hard in my mouth and brought him to the edge without granting him release.
He’d marked my body with bites, had me sit on his lap while fucking me, had teased my clit with an electric toothbrush of all things. He’d put his hand inside my slit and licked my hot button with his tongue. His cock seemed huge as he throat fucked me and then again when he had me doggy style. He slid ever so slowly and softly into my body til I about screamed wanting release; he’d taken me on my back and growled when his hot come surged into my pussy. Oh yeah, it was quite the evening.
Boytoy's back. He's been gone a little while and I've been remiss in his absence about keeping current here. So I decided I best do both at once. I can punish him for being gone and get my needs taken care of. So I apologize for the spelling errors and stream of thought sentences. You see, I have him collared and hands chained to his collar. Laid across my bed and naked to boot. Cook hard and definitely wanting. myself, lace bra holding my tits up while i sit on his cock, feet curled up under his balls and type. Poor boy he can see my ass but not touch it, I can squeeze his cook, twist his balls and he has no choice but to take it. Fuck him hard. Then when hes about to pop - stop and feed him all the juice that has collected in my slit, wipe my body against his beard, knowing that when I sit down on his cock again (like I am now) all he can smell is my juices all acrosss his face while I use his chest as table and milk his cock with my pussy. I do so like to torment the boy toy. and yes I am indeed doing this as I type. I have him and not sure I'll let him go anytime soon.The real question is will I let him come tonight or make him wait til tomorrow. Gotta go. got some fucking to do....
I have become addicted to coming. Coming on you, coming for you, coming with you, coming while thinking of you. The drought is over and how. I come on your hands, as you flick my clit til the gasp rushes out from deep in my throat. Addicted to the feel of your hand inside me. Hooked on the feel of your face between my smooth thighs, nestled deep inside my slit. Craving the feel of your face buried in my pussy. wanting your hot hard cock inside my wet box. Addicted to the thrusts of you inside me, the tweak of my nipples, the taste of you on my tongue. Wanting it, craving it, addicted to it… it’s a craving that constantly stays with me, no matter how much I indulge myself, I always want more.
Its been forever since he’s laid his eyes on me. We’ve been in touch; he has known me for a very long time and thinks he has me figured out. Who I was, where I’ve been and where I might be willing to go. But he is so wrong. I’m not who he thinks I was, not the wild young thing with nothing to lose, soft scalloped edges full of frills and excitement.
Not that he is completely wrong mind you. That girl is who I was long ago. Pieces of her remain inside to pop up at the strangest moments. The little insecurities showing, the bitter edges rough, the spiteful pieces left behind after someone had smashed my soul on the rocks. I haven’t healed from all of it to recover that tender hearted hopeful girl I used to be. Most of the wounds have scabbed over however, and I’ve found a certain strength in dealing with the pain, coming through the fire mostly intact. Oh yes, he knows where and who I had been, but he’s made assumptions on who I am now and how I will be, and he is so wrong.
I’ll let him have his illusions, the sugary sweet memories, for the moment. I know it’s wrong; I could correct him with just a small amount of effort. Soon enough those rose colored glasses will fall off and he’ll get a sense of how off the mark he really is. He wants an adventure; A nice safe excursion on the slightly wild side. I know that, even if he hasn’t admitted it to himself. I’m willing to give him a trip on the wild side for sure, but it definitely isn’t the vanilla spice he thinks he’s getting.
If he is fool enough to put himself out there, I’ll take him for a ride and it will be much more than he bargained for. He’ll be looking to sooth his soul; myself I’ll be after filling my own needs, and they aren’t what he assumes they’ll be. He’ll make a pass or maybe two if I ignore the first one, then I’ll take him up on the offer. I’ll twist it all to fit my own desires; If he loses control and gets slightly burned in the process I’m not going to be regretful – He wants something different from his everyday life and I can give it to him without a doubt.
He’ll get a few things he wanted; a little necking, some heavy petting, maybe the start of some sweet soft sex, a laugh or two. But where he’ll be thinking I’m content I’ll be just starting the ride. Get him hot and bothered again, feed him my pussy, have him asking for more and thinking he’ll get it. Bargain once or twice with him and just when he thinks He’s got it under control, he’ll find himself snared in my web, his hands tied to the bed.
There is nothing like having a hot hard man horny as hell trying to convince you to let him go, let him get on top, let him in. He’ll enjoy it, his cock in my mouth, my pussy smothering his face, force feeding him my nipples as I slide up and down against his hardness. He’ll be in heaven until he realizes he’s given up enough control so its all up to me. He’ll eat pussy til I am sated; I can ride him or not; tie his balls tight and attach the string to the end of the bed so every move he makes can bring on serious pain.
I’ll tell him to fuck me tied to the bed, or I’ll let him go and he’ll just have to do without. Flex my hips back and forth; sliding him deep into me, knowing every tug up is a pull on his balls, every pull down a momentary respite from the pain. Turn myself around on his face, smothering his whining with my slit, burying his face in my juices. Force him to lick me or drown, offering to get up only when he’s gotten me off. I’ll be watching his balls get darker as the ties tightens, briefly licking his cock just to get him close and then backing off. Get myself some ice water and relax a little before returning to him. Use the ice on his cock, getting him oh so cold, and then sliding my hot wet pussy over him. Oh yes, he’ll be complaining one moment and in heaven the next.
I’ll slide a collar on his neck, closing it with one of my teeny tiny locks, cuff each arm and agree to let him come in my hot snatch only if he let me clip the cuffs to the collar. Fortunately I have more than one of those little locks. If he disagrees, I can get myself off with a toy lying on his chest and he can lie there til I want him gone or he agrees to let me take him; His choice.
Once I have him, hands useless and cock deep inside me, I intend to cut the string holding his balls to the bed and ride him til he fills me with hot come. He’ll be in bliss til I straddle his face again and give him no choice about cleaning up his mess. Fortunately we’ll have time for him to come around to my way of thinking, I won’t need to rush off anywhere and since he’s not supposed to be here no one will come looking for him here.
Oh yes I’ll give him a walk on the wild side, that’s for sure. It’s just not the one he thinks it’s going to be. He’s looking for a slightly naughty girl to keep him company; not a wild wanton woman who wants much more than vanilla spice. He has no clue who I am, not really. It’s going to be interesting watching him figure it out.
Hey There, BigBoy. Its Me. You Busy? Guess what it is I want… Oh yeah baby I’m in the mood. I wanna fuck you, but that’s not all I wanna do. I wanna feel your mouth on my nipples, sucking and feeding off my chest. I want to have my nipples tweaked, pulled, nibbled on, sucked so hard they are like rocks, aching with every move I make.
I wanna put my legs on your shoulders, wrap them around you. Put your face between my legs and have you tongue me for ages. I wanna feel your tongue inside me, lapping up my juices, making me ache with pleasure. I want to feel your cock between my tits, rubbing against my lips, feel it inside my mouth with the smooth skin rubbing against my cheeks.
I wanna feel your cock between my legs, sliding against my pussy, making me so hot and wet inside. All that yes, but most of all I wanna get fucked. I wanna fuck you long and hard and slow and soft, in and out and all over again. I wanna feel that long thick hard hot cock inside me. I wanna ride you to ecstasy.
I wanna feel your body hot and hard and hevy behind me, above me, working in and out of me. I want you to fuck me so bad. Yes, I really need it bad. I wanna get fucked fast and hard. I wanna get fucked out of my mind, to feel that big hard incredible hunk of a cock inside my warm wet pussy, I need to get fucked. I’m craving the feeling of your body inside mine...
I wanna get fucked by you, BigBoy. What do you think about that?* This particular piece was written in 1986, fell out of a time capsule I was going through. Thought you might enjoy it just the same.
This isn’t my usual thing, but since I’ve been asked this time I’ll answer...
On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied are you with your sex life?
Quantity is a 4
Quality is a 102. If someone shoves you up against a wall while kissing you, your reaction is?Adrenaline surge, tongues wrestling, panties getting very damp (if I have any on) and then grabbing his ass to make sure his hard cock rubs up against the right spot.3. What is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done or said to you?Acknowledging an anniversary by indulging one of my whims; Bringing a fantasy to life unexpectedly; telling me he loved me while he was deep inside of me – It was an incredible evening.4. Where is the most unusual place you have ever had sex? There’s several but on top of a pool table; on a staircase; on the washing machine all seem to rise to the top of the list.
5. How do you liked to be kissed?Deeply, tenderly, lots of tongue and those little nibbles at my lips at the end make me go wild.Bonus (as in optional):Most embarrassing sexual moment?Learning after the fact that his roommates considered my overnight visits an excellent opportunity for “live audio porn”. Apparently if you were next door in the bathtub you could hear right through the wall and no one bothered to inform me of this fact. Until the night I quietly slipped from the room to use the bathroom afterwards - and found them all still in there listening, complete with beer and snacks…
Did you know the strongest muscle in the body is the tongue? Be sure to keep it limber, warmed up and well-toned so you don't strain it. Boytoy did that once; Now I'm careful to keep him exercising it so it doesn't happen again. He's quite good at using it to lick me until I come. Thoughtful of me look out for him this way, isn't it?
He asks – And I consent. The boytoy doesn’t hesitate to get into position, doesn’t second guess my answer. Before he really settles in his spot, I’m crawling up his body. Delve into his mouth with my tongue and move his arms out of my way. I rise up, slowly settling one knee next to his ear, his hands lightly gripping my hips as I swing the othe leg over him. I wait a second til he asks me please… And with that I begin to settle down. His eyes are on mine as I cover his mouth with my slit, filling his senses with the taste and smell of my juices.
He gently nibbles, quick soft licks, as he pulls my hips closer, wider over him. His slow gentle touch gets rougher as he flicks my clit and licks the juices from my body. I can feel the wave start, just a ripple at first. I crave more as he starts tugging slightly on my body with his mouth. As he pulls, I slide deeper.. letting all tension go. My leg muscles relax and his face, his chin, his nose, all become buried in my nether regions with my full weight resting on him.
His hands grip my ass as I shift my weight, using his whole face to stimulate my body. He moans as I shift back, pulling my clit away for seconds, giving him a moment of air and then move forward again, pressing down and feeling the ripple rising inside. His mouth sucking on my hot button, then tongue tensing and delving deep inside me. My breathing shifts, becoming deeper as the intensity of the sensations increase.
I’m ever closer to where I want to go, my hands pinching my nipples, getting hotter, and pushing harder. The hair on his chin rubbing against me, my clit swollen in his mouth, I fall forward and end up on all fours, watching his eyes as the boytoy pushes me further into a frenzy. I’m whimpering without realizing it, knowing that wave is going to crest, I just need a little more to push me over the edge. My hips have a mind of their own as I use him to satisfy myself, back and forth, friction ever growing.
He knows me, knows my body. Has heard the whimpers and moans and all the little noises my body makes as it gets close and then crashes over the edge. His timing is perfect, nodding his head to keep in pace with my hips, sharp sucking and then flicking my magic button at just the right moment. And as I fall over the cliff thinking it can’t get an more intense he slides fingers inside me, setting off more fireworks. My back arches, and my legs shake as the ripple goes from inside out, and I come on his face.
The first time he whispered it I didn’t expect it. Sporting a strap-on? Now there’s a road I hadn’t traveled…yet. As in tying a cock, seated in leather, against my body. As in bending him over and having him ask for it. As in pushing cool lube inside him, playing with his ass while he holds himself open for me. As in pressing against him and sinking into him. As in hearing him moan for me. As in hearing him plead for me… please please please. As in fucking with his body enough to fuck with his head, so he’s not sure if he wants it to stop, or to go on, as in end the pain, or stretch it out.
Oh yeah, and then while I’ve got his cock in my mouth he mentions it again, having me fuck his ass with one of my toys while sucking his cock. Which leads to some very mixed images flowing through my brain, my toy slowly piercing his asshole, his body shaking and breath coming hard, him holding his legs up out of the way while he watches me take him. Taking him hard, rubbing my clit against the harness, watching the emotions flicker across his face. He’d be mine in a way he’d never been before.
One day, just casually asking me if I would fuck him with a strap-on. So gently asked, slipped into the random sex talk we have, easily dismissed. Except this is not the first time he’s mentioned it. It sticks in my mind because he’s got a different look on his face – like he’s hesitant to ask. Late that night, my body curled around his. I bump his ass with my hips as he mutters "um hum." I whisper in the dark ‘you’d let me wouldn’t you?’ he pulls me harder against his ass and tells me "oh yes – please be gentle." And the thought rolls in my mind again we’re going to go down this road if the trip lasts long enough.
Its been a while since the last time. A long while, or so it seems. However I should probably explain I’d gone longer. Through sheer stupidity It went more than a year once. Today I look back and wonder why I didn’t get out then, instead of waiting til it was long overdue to break off that relationship. I have trouble going a few days without nowadays. So when I say its been a long while, I mean about a month. Not since I came, I’ve been coming on the toys he bought me every other night or so. Sometimes its tame, a small gasp, a slight shudder, but enough to release some endorphins and for my body to relax. A few times I’ve teased myself for quite some time before I finally moved the rabbit to my little hot button and let it ride there til the wave hit. And just once … today I was going slowly, sliding the rabbit back and forth, teasing my slit with the head while the bunny just buzzed and buzzed. I was doing some reading, some rewriting of things I’d jotted down before, just letting my body ride out the pleasure. Visualizing how it’d been, the sheen of sweat on his body, the shimmer of heat off of mine as the two collided into each other. Soft slithering of the buzz across my body and just as I was thinking of how wide his cock was inside me, how it felt so different from the vibe… The wave came crashing over me without warning and my body clamped down hard. I swore and moaned all in the same breath, my pussy pushed the plastic out while my clit throbbed against the buzz. My god I came hard. I was deep breathing by the end of it feeling adrenaline soaring through me and then I knew… Its been too long since I had the real thing. I need to be fucked and how. I need a hard cock inside my hot pussy. I need a man. Now.
I want you to think about it.
The feel of the collar around your neck.
The cool air against your naked skin
The floor hard on your knees
The silk straps under your collar
Pulling you to me
Tied tight on my hips
The heat coming off my skin
Your face against me
Licking my slit
Tasting my juices
Tweaking my clit
Cheeks streaked with my wetness
Unable to pull away
Unable to shift
Kneeling between my legs
With your face buried in my pussy
Flicking my clit
Moving with my hips
Continually licking, tweaking, flicking, sucking.
Til I come hard against you.
That's something to think about
Instead of worrying, fretting over nothing.
Think about your face buried in my pussy
Because that’s where it belongs.
Stomp on me some more.
One day I’ll stop fighting
Just let Him run over me.
Give in, give up, give over
Or so it will seem.
Quietly gathering my energy to go
Recharging batteries
Conserving the power
For the day… the moment…
It seems to him it’ll never happen, but it will
Some day I won’t fight back.
I’ll just go.
The question is how long is left
Til the day I turn around and say –
“I’m done.”
Someday I’ll say no. or maybe. Or convince me. Or not now. This instant on thing is something to behold. I keep thinking sooner or later Its got to slow, take time to seduce each other, to caress each other, to feel every nerve twinging between us.
This time, there’s no time… we’re supposed to be somewhere else doing something else with someone else, not here, now, oh no. We slam (and literally at times) our together time in between, on our way to someplace where somebody expects us to be..
Next time, there will be time, next time I’ll take the moments to heat up before the clothes come off, next time it’ll be all soft and gentle and tenderness. Today I’ll take what I can get when I can get it… and I can’t be bothered with maybe, or convince me, or seduce me, or I’m not sure. I know what I want, he knows I know what I want, I know what he wants and oddly enough they seem to mesh just fine.
He pushes me back on the bed, my hands locked above my head and my thigh cuffs adjusted to just above my knees and chained to the corners of the headboard. He’s nibbling on my breasts, the bustier still wrapped around me, nipping his way down to my pussy. I’m moaning, asking please eat me, please lick me, please taste me, but with the gag in my mouth it all sounds the same. His eyes light up in fascination as He watches me watching him, and when I blink, go to turn aways he tells me ‘oh, no, look at me. Look at me while I touch you. Look at me, while I lick you. Yes I know you’re getting ever closer but if you’ve won’t look in my eyes, I’ll stop and then you won’t get to come…that’s it baby girl, thats it… ‘And my breathing gets ragged as our eyes met, his hands on my body, his mouth teasing my clit and I dare not look away because he is indeed going…going… to … going to…make me oh god yes, going to make me … and hes nodding his head at me, all smiles, watching me because yes, he is going to Make. Me. COME… and I do, hard, screaming, moaning, panting, crashing over the wave inside me. God the man loves to make me come.
"Never met a girl like you before."
...I like the sentiment; I often wonder just what it is that prompted it.
I can’t recall the words exactly. It got hazy, always does a little when I’m coming. I don’t really black out…at least I don’t think so. I just know that somewhere right after the explosion, I lose myself for a bit. I’m not even sure how long or where it is my mind goes. Just that things aren’t real clear. Add to that the fact my body will go right back up, triggering another climax and it becomes clearer why I can’t recall the actual words.
It started slow and we spent what seemed like days just kissing. I can’t recall ever being more nervous as his hands hit my skin. It was hot and he was taking his time as his touch stoked the fire. Patiently he unveiled my body, stroking with his hands and tasting with his mouth. My panties were wet with anticipation when we started; by the time they came off they stuck to my skin with my juices. The onslaught on my senses was intense, our eyes inches from each other as he manipulated my body.
He worked me into a frenzy, wet, ridiculously wet, all over his hand. My breathing turned ragged, pushing the adrenaline surge inside ever higher. Played my body like a fiddle, he did and then hit the high note… I came hard for him that first time. He was entranced, watching me, and I blushed, I do recall that. It’d been a long time since I had shared that with someone. His mouth was on mine and I felt a light touch against my clit, pulling slightly away. I whimpered and pleaded; “Don’t stop, feels good, please don’t stop…” (at least that’s what I think I said)
His eyes widened as he whispered in my ear… Something along the lines of “Oh god girl, Let me guess, You’re multiple” I wish I could recall the exact words but its hazy. I will never forget his face, he was so amazed. I got self conscious and nodded; My grad school education left me and all I could utter was “uh-huh.” That’s when it really started getting hot – and from there it was just one discovery after another; to this day there are still surprises.
