Replay

One minute the smell of lilacs come through the window, the sun is shining, life is good. Then i smell leather, overwhelming my senses and I snap from my Vanilla life... I'm there, on the edge, wanting just a bit more, to push me over the hump and turn me into a sweaty screaming cumming machine. you lean over me, mouth on my body, arms chained, the leather rubbing against my skin, oh please please please just a little more, my hot button drowning in fluid, wanting one more  flick as I go over the edge. words no longer make sense and I'm a quivering mess, oh yes, yes, yes. hot, brimming with energy, wet and oh my god insensible, sheer ecstasy and adrenaline.  your mouth on mine  and we fully connect causing a burst of what seems like flame between us. Suddenly the smell of grass and the sound of the lawnmower...and its gone. I blink, it was all real enough years ago. Now however, just a reoccurring replay in my mind.

Possessed

More of the story that started here....


Morning brought more than a few realizations to me. I was so used to deciding what we would do for the day, what would get accomplished, where we go or what we do. Today that was not an option. I was his, and it would be his decisions that would form our day, Not mine.

My nipples still tingled where they had been clamped, and My muscles ached in more than one place, unused to being held down for so long. We hadn’t even gotten out of bed when he indicated he had a surprise for me… other than last night. A gift, or gifts one might say. I opened the box to find three cicles; a gold hammered metal choker necklace, with a pattern formed by irregular openings around the surface of the necklace. He put it on me in front of the mirror so I could see how it looked around my neck. The metal was cold against my skin bringing goose bumps to the surface as I heard the click of the clasp locking it on me. Then a couple of bangle bracelets which snapped open and when closed were almost skin tight. It seemed so odd to have jewelery on but no clothing. The delicate looking circles on my wrists were sturdier than the looked, and he attached them to small chains, which in turn were clipped to the pattern in the choker… His beautiful present was a dressy set of restraints, beautiful against my skin but effective just the same.

He laid me back against the bed, my hands useless chained six inches from my collar. He dipped his mouth down to my nipples, sucking them hard and tweaking them. Oh god it felt good, his mouth on my body, hot breath on my cooled skin. He took his time, dallying over them nipping on one then the other. It was quickly heating up. His tongue on my skin, liquid heat, nipping, licking his way down my body. Pushing my legs apart, flicking his tongue along my slit, oh god his mouth is magic, yes, yes, yes, I want it. His muscles ripple as he pushes him self up, breaking contact with my skin, pulling me up beside him, leaving me wanting, telling me to scoot into the shower. He adjusts the water and the shower massage nozzle, water hitting my sensitive spots as he splashes me steadily. Bubbles from the soap lather sliding all over, rinsing me off, having me just hang in there while he washes himself.

Out of the tub, he puts me on my back on the bed, with a towel beneath me and disappears for a moment. He returns murmuring he’s always wanted to do this. Covering my crotch with shaving foam, he tells me to lie still or he’ll tie me wide open which will not be anywhere was pleasant as last night. I agree to be good, not wiggle, no need to tie me. He’s gentle, so agonizingly slow and steady as he shaves & re-shaves between my legs and along my panty line. He leaves a trimmed patch of hair on top, but shears my pussy lips clean, tugging first one way then another against the razor. He’s intent on his task, an artist at work, seeking perfection, shaved slick skin instead of prickles of hair. Rinse once, twice, then massages body lotion into me, all over my body, turning me over to cover me all round. Massages the aches from last night away, so relaxing His hands keep coming back to my ass, squeezing my pussy underneath me.

His fingers trail across my nether regions and slips ever so slightly into my slit. I moan in appreciation, but they are withdrawn quickly. He tells me we’ll be going out for food – and unclips my hands, warning me to keep them off my body. Dresses me in a plain white blouse, before buttoning it shut he tells me there’s more pieces to match the jewelery I have on. Out comes a short gold chain, ever so fine, with adjustable loops on each end. Sucking on my nipples, he slides the loops over and tightens them, not a tight pinch like the clamps, but a definite tug, squeezing, keeping my nipples hard. The sway of the cool metal against my skin, very enticing. He then buttons up the shirt til its shut just above the chain and leaves the rest undone. Anyone taller than I who gets close enough can glance down the shirt and just see the glint of the gold swaying between my tits. Another fine chain goes around my waist, dual chains dropping beneath me, one on each side of my clit, wrapping behind into my ass crack, and I hear a click behind me locking them to me. Tight enough to rub me, I’m very aware of the feel of them against me, yet loose enough they don’t pinch. He has me step into a small pleated skirt, tucks in the linen blouse and closes the skirt over my hips. He tells me no panties – and to find my heels while he gets his clothes on.

While I’m digging through the shoe pile I become very aware of the chains in between my legs, against my shaved body, swaying much like the one attached to my chest, moving with every motion of my body. Sliding into the heels, straightening the skirt in the mirror, I realize at first glance you can see my nipples, but can’t tell I have chains on my body, you’d have give it a second look to find them. He comes up behind me, smells so good, kisses my neck, pulls my ass against him, and tells me I look great, lets go. Breakfast, or should that be brunch, awaits us.

He indulges my whims, from the extra crispy French toast to the fruit deprived waffles loaded with syrup and butter. Eating is a constant turn on, the slow moving metal against my skin with every movement I make. We talk of trival things, friends we have, plans for this summer, a stranger would not know of the sexual tension underlying every word, every glance across the table. The meal takes forever and is over in a flash at the same time.

Walking, his casual smile in my direction as we chat, fills me with glee. And then we’re back to where we started, he holds all the keys, unlocks the doors and ushers me in. He drops the keys and pulls a couple of small clips from his pocket – and next thing I know the bangles on my wrists click together, and I’m hostage again.
I’m damp. Well, more than damp. The air on my naked chained body under my skirt has heightened my arousal and all I really want is is him inside me. Some men just like to fuck. He’d much rather play around and fuck with my mind before ever fucking my body. He bends me over the counter, flips up the skirt and slowly plays with my slit, rubbing just one finger back and forth on the wetness between the chains. Whatcha want is what he’s asking me, but my brain has shut down, incapable of sentences I just wanna fuck him, wanna come for him, however he wants.

The zipper on his jeans is loud as it opens, the heat off his body against my ass, as he rubs the head of his cock up and down. God I want him, tell him so, and he rudely shoves his cock inside me, hard inside me, pure heat filling me. He tells me if I’m good I just might get more of that, pulls out abruptly and the emptyness in my pussy is so much more pronounced knowing what I could have but don’t.. He pulls me back on my feet, unclips the skirt and tells me to step out of it as it falls.  

Unbuttoning my shirt he pushes me to my knees, tightens and then tugs on the chain between my tits pulling my face into his crotch, rubbing his cock against my mouth. I can smell my juices on him, and he pushes against my mouth. The throbbing heat of him, the taste of me, inside my mouth. I’m licking and twirling his cock as he thrusts again into my mouth, a little harder this time, and as I start to back off, he threads his hands in my hair and pulls me even farther into his crotch. Before I know it he’s fucking my face, keeping his tempo up, thrusting into my mouth. My knees ache, the chains bouncing against my chest and rubbing between my legs, so aware of them while the hot hardness of him invades my face again and again.

The tempo picks up; I shift the angle slightly so I can get more of him in my mouth; and suddenly it all lines up perfectly, and I can feel the head of his cock push into my throat. I can’t even lick him anymore as the speed increases, too fast, too deep, I’m out of control, just a mouth to pleasure him with, nothing more. I can feel the trembling starting from his toes upward, he’s telling me to take it, take it all, swallow him, swallow his come, he’s gonna come in my throat. I can feel the twitching against my tonsils, and instead of rocking out, he pushes farther in and I can feel the heat of him splashing in my throat. Too deep to taste him, he shoots down my throat, I can’t swallow, hold my breath, wait for him to finish, pull back a little so I can breath again. He shifts ,and catching my breath I lick him clean in my mouth as he softens.

I’m wet, so wet wanting him. I want to fuck him, be fucked by him. But its not what I want that matters today, its whatever he wants, however he wants, I promised him this. He pushes me back from him, zips his jeans shut, pulls away from me. I’m all but naked, in my chains and the unbuttoned oxford, kneeling at his feet. The opened shirt makes me all so much more aware of the fact he’s fully dressed, calm and composed, while my face is wet, hair mussed and I’m wearing his chains and not much more. He helps me to my feet and pushes me into the living room, telling me to wait here on my knees as he heads back to the bedroom.

The sun splashes in the center of the floor; I kneel waiting, mindless, just concentrating on the feeling of the pinch of the loops around my nipples and the drip between my legs. Hands helpless behind me and the air on the wetness between my legs, want his mouth on me, so wet and ready to be had, so open, at his mercy where is he, what is he up to now.

He returns, more chains clip around ankles and attach to the belly chains. Small luggage locks click and I can raise my ass some, but not to a full kneel, just maybe 10-12 inches from the floor. He then raises me up, and places a vibrator suction cupped to the floor between my legs. Its one of the larger ones we have, with the clit vibrator as well. He directs me to sit on it, feel it slide in my wet pussy as he pushes me slowly to the floor filling me with the jelly toy. So full its more than I usually take all at once. I open my mouth about to object when he looks at me with eyebrows raised. I did say for him to take me, make me his, use me, have me, however he wanted…which means I can’t object, I promised him this. Asked him for it, begged him last night to make me his and now I am, all his to play with.

He tightens the slack to my ankles, til I can only shift an inch or so up from the floor, truly caught by the vibe in my pussy, hands now locked as well to the shortened chains behind me. I’m squirming a little, the vibrator fills me full but the lack of movement is almost worse than being empty, its cold where his cock is hot, want him, want more, I’m whimpering when his tongue invades my mouth as his hands tug on the chain between my breasts.

I can feel the flush come up my body, so embarrassed with him watching me hump this toy, my hips rocking the small measure they can, the chain between my breast moving, tugging slightly as I try to get some leverage, some movement beneath me. It feels good, not him, but still good. He leans over and invades my mouth with his tongue, kissing me hard. Tells me he’ll be back shortly, and turns on the vibrator before he disappears.

Taking the boytoy

Into to the living room and there he was in all his glory. Naked, Hair braided down the back. Black collar around his neck and cuffs across his ankles and wrists. Eyes blindfolded. On his knees, waiting.

Oh to take him.. clip his nipples tightly, restrain him by connecting the cuffs all in one spot behind him, and feeding his face my pussy to worship. Locking a steel collar about his balls to weigh him down, a cock ring about him to stretch his skin tight, and forcing his face into my wetness. To come on him and drown him, make him beg for more. To take pictures of him submissive and wanting, to have him ask me to fuck him. Have him lube his own ass up and hold his cheeks apart so I can take him. Open his ass with my fingers and then a small vibe…hear the strangled moans as I take more of his ass and lube him more… have him beg me to take him with the mini boytoy… plead with me to shove it in him, open him up and take his ass with his own cock. Slide the toy in him and wait for the panting, the initial shock to pass. Toy briefly with his hard hot slick cock, and then push more of him in his ass. Tie the little clone in his ass so it can’t be pushed out… have him pleasure my pussy while he’s reaming himself… and then as I get close, turn the vibe on so he becomes especially inspired to make me come. Lay him on his back and sit on his cock, all red and hard and wrapped in leather… ride him so his cock is fucking me and his cloned cock is fucking him…so he’s a sandwich between me and the toy, watch his face as he begs me to finish him off. Give into his begging, turn the vibe on high and pop the cock ring loose… only to have him explode on my next downward thrust. Come all over his cock, then slide up and feed his cum to him to eat… and clean me out. Leave him chained there to the bed… spent, moth tasting of his cum, unable to move with a constant buzzing in his ass and his dick over stimulated and about to burst again. Oh yeah, there is no doubt I want to take him.

I am his Slut

I am his slut. His fucktoy. He knows it. I’ll do anything to wrap my hungry horny pussy around his cock, around his face. I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll just fuck me, suck me, and make me scream. I’ll shed my panties and keep myself clean shaven if that’s what he wants… take the toy he sent me in the mail and keep myself fucked on his toy until he says I can stop. Let him feel me up and go wanting and whimpering after him. Offer my nipples up to be squeezed, to be clamped, to be tweaked. Beg for him to slap my clit until I come. Wait naked for him while he goes out with friends. Fuck myself with his toys while he snaps photos of me. Let him tie me to the bed and tease me all night. Throat fuck his cock while chained on my knees at his feet. Blindfold me and give me to a friend to be fucked. Bind my tits tight and hands behind my back, leaving me helpless as he takes me. Dangle weights from my pussy lips and nipple clamps. Use my hair to capture me, tied to a hook deep in my ass. Fuck me as I’m tied and helpless over the back of the couch. Take me and use me, come on my tits, in my mouth, on my ass. Anything he wants, just take it. I’m his toy, his cumslut, his wench, his slave, his fucktoy, yes indeed I am his slut.

It’s a craving, it will pass...or will it?

My hands captured behind me, clipped to my ankles. A vibrator deep in my slit, set on low. My nipples begging to be clipped and my mouth wrapped around your cock. My sight taken by blindfold, my resistance non-existent. Take me and tie me, pull me and tweak me. Fuck me and suck me, make me beg and make me scream. Make me yours. My mouth too full to say it but it runs constantly through my mind I’m just a fucktoy. I thrive on it; its not wrong if I’m willing to give it to you. Take control, take over, take me.

It didn't start out this way

Cock tied tight and the tip of it bent over and clipped to the ring under his balls, nipples holding small clips, ass plugged with what we called the baby boytoy, the evening began. The baby boytoy was a homemade dildo, with a small vibrator inside it – something made one evening as a replica of his own cock, now residing mostly in his ass. The phrase “go fuck yourself” had become his reality. Cuffs on his wrists and cuffs on his ankle, a snug steel collar around his neck, all conveniences for me.

It started as playtime, little snippets of fantasies and then turned into more, each of us daring the other to our limits, go further, no really, go further than that. Take all I have and turn it into something else, give me something my wife/husband would never do, indulge me, take me, make me yours, and soon enough we were off the map.

At first it was just a few bits of leather but grew to more, a steady diet of being restrained; never loose in my company, always cuffed and ready to be controlled. Thinking for days of his mouth on my pussy, his subjugation to my whims, his desire to make me come above all else. It became a given, he would come through the door and strip, kneel and ask me to cuff and collar him.

He would beg to lick my pussy, dream of my thighs wrapped around his head, wanting so badly for me to come all over his face. Yes, he’d love to plunder my depths but overall he’d want me to be happy, to come, to scream with delight and whatever it took to get me there was his only concern.

He asked… several times about my taking him. He wanted it but didn’t know how to tell me. He needed a woman to tell him to kneel, to tell him to lick, to deny him his orgasm, to tease him beyond belief. Give him enough to think he’d be getting somewhere and his poor little cock would get so hard in his denims, wanting out. Lick his cock and he’d do anything to bury it in my mouth.

New Instructions from Mistress

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.

Immediate Gratification

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....

A former "Friend with Benefits" resurfaces.

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.

Don't worry... Be Happy.

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.

look at me

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.

Wearing her ring

Click. Its done. Locked, weighted, controlled. No key enclosed. He lets go of the solid steel circle, and feels the pull down away from his body. snug enough its not sliding off, loose enough it can be worn for days, his balls are no longer his to play with. They always ride high and tight; she is just as determined to pull them away, stretch him some so that she can play with them in any fashion she likes.

He’s had them wrapped in steel before – a day he’s not ever to forget, she had him in every sense of the word – teased, trapped, tied, & sexually tortured til he though he’d explode with wanting. He knows essentially his nuts will be fine – although the slight ache will seem much heavier as the day goes on, let alone tomorrow if she doesn’t show this evening.

Every motion of his body magnified as he dresses, His mind is far away, recalling the first time he wore this ball collar. -When she fastened a leash to the steel, led him around the house and ultimately locked him to the floor by his balls. His hands clipped to his collar, she rode his face till it was well slicked with her juices and then walked away, leaving him wanting.

The drive into work is not any more peaceful, thank goodness for the loose denims covering his body. He was still recalling how she had put him on his knees that same evening and chained his ankles to the same small clip at the base of the ball stretcher, unlocking him from the floor but making walking impossible and crawling difficult, flashes of pain as he traveled from room to room.

How he was to concentrate on work he had no idea, the stretcher pulling on his body, just like her squeezing him and tugging him down. She liked to play with him, even sucking his balls into her mouth at times. When they’d stretched out a little, she would not only suck on them but almost roll them in her hot mouth with her tongue. That would be well worth the ache wrapped around his body now.

He can only hope her reward tonight will be equal to the last time he gave her possession of his balls. He had a whole day to get through; Being mindful of the clunk of steel as he sat down, the constant thoughts of his nuts wrapped with steel were vying for attention along with the many demands of work. Knowing with every move he was hers until the lock was opened on the shiny steel collar between his legs.

It was turning out to be a very long day.

On arriving home

There she was. Not just there, waiting on his arrival, with a smile and asking how his day went. Once again she had a surprise of sorts for him. Beige Corset laced and tightened over naked skin. Sheer nylons held up by a flesh colored garterbelt. Tiny side-tied panties in the shade Victoria’s Secret called “nude” with a growing wet spot. A leather collar circling her neck, a bold black stripe attracting attention from the pale ensemble she wore. Small pale leather straps on her wrists clipped together and chained overhead to the bed. Ankles tied with satin scarves to the headboard posts Silenced with an O ring gag, and blindfolded as well, she was trapped. Willingly trapped, but captured just the same.

Tied open for him, waiting for him to come home and make his day oh so much better. As he threw down his keys, he noticed the remote to her vibrating chrome egg. It was set on low, on a hunch, he moved it up to medium. Her body shuddered in response. Oh yes, those teeny panties were holding that egg in place. Kicking off his shoes, he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He maneuvered to the bottom of the bed, watching the show. The damp spot became wet, then started to widen. His weight on the bed elicited a moan, and he got a decided reaction when he placed the ice cold bottle against her body.

She was all laid out, just waiting to be played with. He couldn’t resist the invitation, and caressed the back side of her legs, nibbled on her toes and the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. He took his time, suckling on her nipples, watching her body flush as she responded to him. He chuckled and pushed the vibe to high. Finishing the beer, he rummaged through his toy box and found the nipple clamps. She was moaning almost constantly at this point. The vibe was good, her panties turning sheer as they got ever wetter, but without any pressure on her clit or nipples she wasn’t coming. He rolled, and twisted, and then pulled on the nipples, clamping them tightly & quickly. Her breathing changed as she attempted to ride the pain out.

He could tell she was getting closer, just needed a little help. However he choose to untie the llittle panties and let the vibe slide out of her. She wasn’t happy with that decision. He drew off his belt, folded it over and lightly hit her inner thighs to focus her thoughts elsewhere. He reddened her skin, and then snapped the end of the belt right onto her clit. Instantly she wriggled, trying to lift her clit for more. He obliged, hitting her twice more in that sweet spot, and then she was coming. As she started to still, he flicked the clamps and then removed them, bringing a whole new sensation on top of the waves of pleasure she was experiencing, and she exploded again.

He dove between her legs, licking the drippings from her, and then playing with her clit, sucking on it and twirling it with his tongue. He knew her could push her harder, and did. Mouth on her cunt and fingers pulling on her tits, her kept the sensations going as he felt her body try to buck beneath him. Rising, pushing off the jeans, he left her wanting for a moment. No tugging, no flicking, suddenly the absence of the senstation brings her to a whimper.

And then his weight shifted on the bed again. Just a slight pressure, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. In one fell swoop he thrust into her, deep and hot, and held himself there as he loosened her gag. She stretched her jaw out a few times, but by the time she wanted to talk, his tongue was already down her throat and he was pumping in and out of her fiercely. Slapping against her hard, knowing he was smacking her clit everytime they collided.

She began to mutter a litany to him every time their mouths separated, begging him to fuck her harder, make her come, to fill her with his come, to take her and fill her, encouraging him to fuck harder, faster deeper. He did just as she suggested, and then hit bottom and held there, she felt the twitch of him inside her and her body exploded, knowing she was full of his sticky come and unable to do anything but take whatever he choose to give her.

Taking him over

He gave over to me so quickly. The man everyone knew who took care of things, did it all, the one who down to the last detail anticipated everyone’s needs, just disappeared. The feel of his body against me as he kissed me, once, twice, three times, one kiss running into another. A whisper in my ear, ..use me… as he pulled me down on top of him, letting go. Slight disbelief on my face as he willingly put his hands over his head and crossed them, telling me to take him… another kiss, my blood boils and my mind surges with ideas, just how I want him, need him, and tonight, will have him.

Patience has never been my strong suit and it shows as I pull his shirt buttons free from the buttonholes, nibbling on the skin I reveal underneath. He’s looking a little off-balance as my mouth wanders across his body, but I’m reluctant to slow down, I have no intention of letting him change his mind. Once I have him stripped to his waist, I reach for our cuffs, buckling them on his wrists, snapping the two together over his head and clipping them to the bed. My hands get slightly more aggressive touching him, he’s a touch ticklish and takes a couple of deep breaths as my hands run over his sides. My mouth runs along his waist as I slowly unbuckle his belt, nibbling as I go, pushing his denims down off his hips. He willingly helps me by raising up his bottom, letting me pull them off his body leaving him naked. Ankle cuffs come out next, one for each ankle clipped to the corner of the bed. All I can think of as my eyes roam his body is that this time the only thing he’s going to be able to take care of now is me.

My hands running against his hard body, fluttering over his nipples, caressing the crease along his hips. I blow hot air against his cock and get a groan in reply. I wrap my mouth around his cock knowing it makes him wild, the feel of him deep in my mouth, my throat sucking him in. When I pull back off of his cock, he’s looking content. He thinks this is going to be a sweet soft adventure, but I’ve got other ideas. The head of his cock held still in my mouth, I fasten a harness to him. It’s a simple device, pulling his balls slightly away from his body, with leather cock straps behind and in front. It’s a rather nicely wrapped package all done, but I retighten the straps, much tighter than really needed, just so I know he’s all secure. I pull out a teeny padlock, and seeing it he knows his collar is next. Having him collared beneath me is something I crave everyday but can’t often indulge. The click of the lock on the collar triggers a wave of wet under my skirt as well as a twitch of his cock.

With him set where I want him, I can pull off the starched oxford I’m wearing revealing my nipples peeping out of my strapless ‘push me up’ bra. While the sheer nylons & garter belt stay on, the skirt and teeny scrap of lace I call my panties come off. Straddling his waist, I push my slit up against his cock head as I sit, soaking his balls with my wetness. He gets a good view of my cleavage when I lean over him, flicking my tongue against his hard nipples. I pull on them a little, watching his eyes widen as I suck on them and then tug the little nubs with my teeth. His hard knob is rubbing against me, and I slide back and forth on it, the friction teasing me as much as him, I can feel myself opening up a little more each time, getting slicker as I go. The subtle rocking of his hips feels good, but that will have to wait,

I slide up his body, bringing my pussy up almost against his chin and then readjust to sit on his face. His tongue is reaching for me before I’ve settled, licking up one side and down the other. Lowering myself further, I let my weight shift off my legs and onto his face. The pressure and angle gives me the control on where his tongue can reach. He’s a little restless beneath me so I lift myself up just an inch or so, let him get a breath or two of air.. He’s found that sweet spot on my clit with his tongue and I let my body drop back down against his mouth and he goes from flicking it to sucking on it and back again. He’s getting me going, I can feel myself getting wetter as I begin to hump his face. The man has a talented tongue, I shift and tell him to tongue fuck me, feel him darting between my legs, I’m wet and I want so much more.

Moving back down I sit on top of his hard restrained cock. I love it when he fills me, I’m rocking my hips against him enjoying the ride. Waves are building inside me and his eyes are wide, seeing that I’m wrapped around his cock, but only getting part of the sensation due to tightness of his harness. I play with my nipples, pulling them out of my pushup bra, twisting them a little, rubbing back and forth against the hard peaks. I feed one then the other to him telling him to suck them hard, and he does. His are tight little nubs as I start playing with, tweaking them. From behind me out of his sight I grab the nipple clamps, pull the nubs hard and snap the clamps on one then the other. I tug the chain between them as I’m riding his cock, getting that slight gasp from him. He loves the pain and hates it at the same time.
I’m getting ever closer to coming, can feel it building, my hips are going ever faster. His attempts to match my rhythm with his hips is met with resistance, there’s not enough slack in the chains on the cuffs, his legs are pulled almost as tight as the straps around his cock. Knowing he wants more adds to my excitement, I can see it on his face which is still wet with my juices. And then the wave inside overtakes me, I explode against him, slamming my body onto his.

Falling forward against him I hear a low moan as his nipple clamps get pushed and tweaked beneath me as I lay against his chest. A smile travels across my face when I realize what’s causing his reaction. I don’t help relieve the pain when I slide further forward, invading his mouth with my tongue kissing his as my hands find the chain and tug some more agains his poor nubs. I rise and am almost off the bed before I release his nipple chain, his body arching to avoid the pain, as he’s muttering please, please… I’m not really sure if he’s begging me to please stop or please keep going.

Begging for it

He put down his drink and reached over to me, pulled me against him. A tentative kiss turns to more, inside I’m begging him to take me but he’s moving so slowly. Will this be the day or not? I know it needs to be soon or not at all, I’ll lose my nerve. His hands against my skin, I stand still and quiet, contemplating what I’ve agreed to.

Moments leading up to this flit through my mind – the first time he flicks his fingers against my nipples, the moment he tosses the clamps into my hand, the feeling of four of his fingers inside me at once. His teeth grazing my skin, holding my hands above my head as he pulls my nipples hard, lifting my breasts with his mouth. Pinned with my ankles over my head as he takes me from above. His mouth on mine swallowing my scream when I come. Pushed down on the kitchen counter, feeling his body behind me slam into mine. Opening the box to find the leather restraints inside. Looking into his eyes as I agree to give him a day of his choosing to be his, whenever, however he wants.

I get damper by the moment, one erotic scene after another playing through my mind while his tongue delves ever deeper in my mouth. Slowly I find he’s backing me up, pushing me up against the couch. His hands reaching under my clothing, he asks just once… Are you sure? I nod but he insists I speak, say it out loud. Never did I think speaking would be difficult for me, the words take forever to come out “Take me, make me yours. I want to be your toy” and I redden. After all I’ve done with him, this is the sentence that makes me blush.

And so it begins – He corrects me, “What have you forgotten to say?” Its not a title like Master or Sir he’s after. Its much harder for me. “Please? Please take me, Please make me yours, I want to be your toy please.” And he murmurs in my ear “see that wasn’t all that hard, was it?” Shakily I tell him “no”. Long ago that one word would lead to me being denied, teased, ignored, neglected, desperate and unfulfilled. I know in my head this is different, another place, another person, but that damaged part of me is always expecting the world to crumble when I admit I need something, want it, ask for it.

He soothes me as much as arouses me with his touch. I come to my senses realizing my clothes are coming off… rapidly. Not that it bothers me, just that I’m in a cotton camisole and tight little bitty bottoms and he’s only got his shoes off. His hands are all over me, I try to run my hands through his hair only to be told “nope, if we’re gonna do this it’ll be my way or no way at all.” In a blur he’s got my wrists behind me in one hand and pulls a bandana from his pocket with the other. “Turn around” I’m beyond damp already as I turn, not questioning, just following his lead.

From the knots at my wrists his hands flow down to grip my hips, pulling my ass into him, I can tell I’m not the only one aroused already. My nipples are next in the assault, first gentle rubbing, to tweaking and pinching to twisting them. I’m wet, the spot on my panties getting bigger all the time. He knows how wet just playing with my nipples can make me. He’s kissing the back of my neck, whispering in my ear “like that do you? want it? how bad do you want it?” and without prompting I’m moaning “take me, fuck me, please I want you, please…” His cock is rubbing through his pants between my ass cheeks and there’s fire between my legs. He pulls away, the sudden assault on my senses stopped, next thing I know I’m facing him again and my mouth is full of his tongue, his mouth fierce on my mine. Can’t get enough of him, want to pull him against me, standing on my tiptoes leaning into him.

“Bedroom. Now.” I’m suddenly propelled in front of him down the hall. Instead of the usual mess, the sheets are pulled back and the pillows in place. I land in the middle of his king size bed, and my hands go from behind me into leather cuffs, connected by chains to the headboard. He’s lying between my legs, ignoring the wet panties, sucking on my breasts, and I can feel small waves building inside me. My nipples are hard begging for attention when he pulls away, the camisole bunched up under my chin. He returns with shiny clamps in his hands, pulling my nipples before pinching them flat. I gasp feeling the sudden sharp pain on first my left then my right nipple. “that noise just won’t do” is all the warning I get before the camisole is pushed farther up, stretched tight, & bunched together over my mouth. I’m muzzled by my own clothing, a sharp tingling in my breasts as he flicks fingers against the clamps, my wrists pulled in separate directions, and my mind is reeling.

Spontaneously I’m lifting my hips, trying to get a little action, I want to feel him inside me, want him to touch me, oh god yes please… but He has other ideas. “I knew you’d have a problem with that but I have a fix. You’re not going to get off that easy.” He brings up from one side of the bed a long fluffy bathrobe tie, very snug across my hips and tightly connects it down the other. Looking very pleased with himself he finishes the knot and sits up to flick my nipple clamps some more with one hand while the other cups against the wetness between my legs.

My panties are soaked, and even with my heels pushing into the bed, I can’t raise my hips against his hand. He watches me try as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls off his socks, looking amused. I really don’t have any choice, it’ll happen however he wants, take me when he wants, I’m totally his to play with for as long as he likes. It begins to really sink in just what I’ve given over to him and I get even wetter thinking about it.

Next thing I know, he’s pushing my legs apart, but only so he can buckle thigh cuffs high on each side. I can’t really lift my head high enough to see his face, but I can feel him nipping at the inside of my thighs, wet kisses & his hot breath against my skin. I’m begging him “I want your mouth on me, please eat me, god make me come…” but the words aren’t clear through my make-do muzzle. I get a sly smile on his face as he looks up briefly and returns to his chosen path not up my legs but down to the ankles where he attaches two more cuffs. He raises each foot in its turn to his mouth and sucks on my toes, nips at the arch of my foot, knowing it makes me crazy. He pushes back on my feet, my knees knocking against the clamps, bringing that dull ache in my breasts forefront in my mind. While I’m contemplating my sore nipples he’s managed to clip each ankle to its thigh. While I can still move my legs sideways a little, its awkward and pretty much a useless effort.

My juices are dripping down my thighs, knowing I am truly at his mercy, getting more aroused by the moment, but still unable to come without some sort of stimulation. He pulls back on my teeny tight little panties and slips a small buzzing vibrator against my clit, instantly taking me to sensation overload. He lays on top me, pushing the buzz harder against me, asking me ”What was that you said? Something about coming?” He pulls the cami out of my mouth, telling me “I wanna watch you come, think that buzz will do it for you?” my brain is swirling, the buzz is growing stronger, the weight of him adding to my torture. I immediately start begging him “oh god I wanna come, almost there, please just need a little more, I’m so damn close, god I want you to fuck me, please I wanna come so bad, please just a little more…” my pleading is swallowed up by his mouth kissing me, tongue twisting with mine, and I’m losing the words as the sensations swamp me.

He shifts his weight, centering on my pelvis as he tells me “ Oh yeah, I wanna see you come baby, come, come hard for me, now!” and pulls the nipple clamps off suddenly. My eyes must be wide as saucers as the sensation hits, blood rushing back in to my nipples, my muscles tightening, and then my body goes rigid for a split second. “ oh yes, that’s it. There’s more, come on sweets, I know there’s more” his fingers tweaking my sore nipples. His breathe is hot beside my ear as my body starts shaking. No control, no control at all concerning how it takes me, how I respond, how I want to move against him. He kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, knowing if he keeps me going, my climaxes will get more and more intense as the night goes on.

The undertow as I come again is strong, pulling at me, swirling colors in my mind and the kiss ends. “I’m going to take you now, wrap your wet pussy around me, pound into you, fuck you hard.” I barely comprehend what he’s saying but start to understand when he rips first one side then the other of my itty bitty bottoms off my body, muttering something about buying new ones to replace them. The tie across my hips disappears somewhere and then he’s naked, I can’t recall when that happened, between my legs, rubbing just the head of his cock against my clit, against my pussy asking me if I want it, if I want his cock, if I want to be fucked, if I want to come…and “yes, yes please” is all I can say, can think.

He plunges in, hot, hard cock inside my wet pussy, and then slowly pulls out. Watching my face knowing how I want him, time slows to a crawl, “ask me for it sweets, ask me, you won’t get it unless you ask” He’s rubbing just the head against me again as I beg him, “please please fuck me, please take me, please put your cock inside me, please make me come, please oh god please” He slides in all hot and stops still. How he manages that control I don’t know because all I want to do is buck against him. The realization comes over me again, I’ve no control, no choice at all, its all his, and I’m begging “please please please” again. I can’t move, can’t push against him, can’t pull him into me, can’t do anything but beg. Finally he starts plunging into me, bringing his body closer, sucking my nipples and thrusting hard, fucking me out of my mind.

My climax is sudden, the muscles spasm so hard, I’m coming, coming around his cock and losing sanity for a second, falling back to earth just as he starts moaning, he’s going to come, make me all wet & sticky inside, splash into me, make me his - and then I can feel his cock twitch inside me, exploding deep against my cervix, his eyes go black, I love to watch him come, feel him come inside me. And that’s all I can do bound as I am. I can see the energy draining out of him as he unclips my ankles from my thighs. His breathing starts to slow while he’s reaching up to free my wrists, and then he collapses beside me.

I stretch out my legs, pull down my arms, feels so strange to move, he’s pulling me against him, holding me tight, telling me how hot I make him, how amazing it is to watch me come, blissfully kissing me as my body tingles head to foot. We drift towards sleep and my last coherent thought is that I still have twenty-plus hours left - what else might he have planned?

A Simple Story

The first time he kissed me and I thought about it for months. One night we went for a walk and he told me the hottest story. The second time he kissed me and I thought lightening had hit me. The first time he went down on me, I wondered where the hell he’d been all my life. I got into my car and wondered if it had really happened or if I’d imagined it all. Then I spotted the bruises from his fingers on my hip and got wet thinking of how they got there.

The next time I saw him I couldn’t get naked fast enough. He wanted to play and I was a willing toy. I bit my hand trying to be quiet and bruised it all to hell. He finally let me and I’ll never forget how hard he was in my mouth or the look on his face as he slipped deep into my throat. What started as one thing turned into another and then a third. I learned there is indeed such a thing as a point of no return and we had definitely crossed it. Unforgettable, His face as my pussy milked his cock inside me and how his eyes darken when he comes.

He spent the night with me, made me laugh and then made me come. Once, twice. Then I lost count. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He put his hands over his head, whispered to me to use him, and adrenaline surged into my bloodstream. Another weekend I fucked him into exhaustion, the days are a blur, the moments at night are bright and burned into my brain. I’d never played with nipple clamps before; now I have my own set. Wetness running down my thighs as he kneels below me licking it up as fast as he can. Shifting my hips against his and he carries me across the room speared on his cock. The strength in his body and intensity of contact surges and puts me over the edge.

He Takes me from behind one night and my legs shake so hard I’m sure they’ll collapse. His touch so tender and his body so hard. My hips constantly moving, wanting more, I finally sit on his face and trap him beneath me, flooding his face as he sucks on my clit and attempts to breathe. He takes me on my back and as he shudders inside me I lose myself, not so much blacking out but definitely not in touch with reality for a moment. What was a sudden thought turns into a romantic dinner for two, not planned as such but just the same a evening that made me feel like a princess. We play together, he talks me through an intense climax unlike any I’d ever had and I realize he’s changed my life, allowed me to be whoever I want without judgement.

Fucking silently on the beach, wanting it to last and wanting to explode all at once. Curling up tight against him, his hard cock sliding against my ass. Waking up and having him inside me before I can form the thought aloud. Meeting for lunch and thinking food is overrated, wanting the taste of him and the taste of me on him, nothing you'll find on a restauant menu. The never ending thrill of unbuckling his belt, taking his pants off him. Discovering his cock wrapped in leather for me, tying his hands over his head and rocking myself on him, coming once, twice, a dozen times.

He calls and has me talk him through my choices on a new toy. I hang up and can hardly comprehend how different this year is from the last. He sucks my toes and ties my tits and makes me want to scream. He lets me take him and tease him; pinch him, squeeze him. He calls just to come in my ear long distance, and I cream my jeans instantly. He pushes me on the counter and I long for him to tie me up, take me there, fuck me hard and make me come.

I climb out of my car and he knows I have no undies on, my ass is naked under the denim and a wolfish smile slides across his face. He talks dirty to my in my ear until my climax washes over me and I explode. I find myself gagged, collared and tied as he fucks me with a vibe and tweaks my nipples until my body betrays me, flushing pink and coming for him. I push my finger up his ass with his cock in my mouth and he whimpers for me to push him over the edge. We explore one kink after another, each time going further than the last. At night I fall asleep wondering just how far we will go.

It reads like a porn novel, no one would believe its my life.

Just tell me

Want me? I’ll wait for you at your place until you get there. Tell me. Tell me I need to bathe and shave and be ready. I’ll put on the collar for you. I’ll wear the nipple clamps tight for you. I’ll strip and climb on your bed. I’ll tie that vibe in me, against my clit, til I can’t move it. I’ll chain my ankles together so I can’t get away if its what you want. I’ll blindfold myself and turn the vibe on high. I’ll take that little pink ball gag and tie it tightly in my mouth, so no one hears the moans. I’ll cuff my wrists behind me and attach them to my ankles, leaving me vulnerable, for you. I’ll be there, cuffed and collared and filled, restrained so I can’t move, for you. I’ll be dripping, on the edge of coming, waiting for you to push me over the edge. I’ll be sweating and panting, eager for you to arrive. I’ll be in your bed, waiting. Just tell me that’s where you want me.

For the Submissive Boytoy

If you want to be owned -
Button down shirts or polos. Tucked into jeans.
Sleeveless Tshirts. Cutoffs. All good.
Definitely men’s bikini panties. Maybe womens.
Either face kept shaved, no stubble or -
Beard or Goatee – kept neat, no straggly ends.
Hair should be pulled back or braided to be presentable to me.
Brush your hair everyday. Condition it, treat it, indulge it.
If long enough I will use it braided to restrain you.
Nails stay clean and manicured. No rough edges.
I scratch you. You do not scratch me.
Your cock and balls should be shaved clean.
No hair. No fuss. No stubble.
When out and about with me and friends you will wear a cock ring or cage so either you will be held hard all night or unable to get hard all night, reminding you what/who you are.
Three alcoholic drinks in a day is plenty. Exceptions with permission
Gym or exercise everyday. Cardio and strength training both.
Til you lose 50 pounds. Yes I mean it. It can take two years, but 50.
No special diet, just no baked goods, candy, soda, or sweets.
Any dieting more than that is your choice, I do not care.
The only dessert you should have or want is my pussy.
You will beg me for it.
No coming by yourself. None.
You must be with me... or have my permission.
Your cock is mine. No playing with it unless instructed.
If I can lock your cock up then I may consider sharing you
You will lick up your cum no matter where it has landed.
A list of items to aquire, (over time is fine): Collar. Cuffs. Cock Ring.
Cock cage or harness to keep you from getting stiff.
Clover nipple clamps. A leash to attach to your cock cage.
A flogger. A dildo for your ass. A paddle.
Clone a bone kit.
No I’m not kidding. I will have a copy of your cock.
Someday you will beg me to fuck your ass with it.
You will find a fella that would appeal to me that you will share me with.
You will send me a note every week of things you’d like to do or try,
-either in a list or description or a fantasy.
When possible, you will cook for me.
You will bathe me. You will shave me.
You will paint my toenails. You will massage me.
You will eat me, you will worship my ass, you will feast on my tits.
You will fuck me and eventually be fucked by me.
You will be owned.
You will be mine.
And we’ll go from there…

A bit about my boytoy

On his knees… bad or not that’s where he should be. Hair pulled tight behind him, collar around his neck with one of many teeny tiny locks I own. A harness on his cock, holding him back from full erection, with bikini jockey shorts over it. A heavy steel circle locked above his balls, pulling them away from his body and reminding him with every step just who owns his cock and balls. Two hard nipples begging for attention. Once of these days I’ll have them pierced, I can picture the chains I’ll lock to the rings and use to control him. Hands crossed and clipped behind his back whenever I have no other use for them. Cuffs on the wrists and the ankles, removed for the shower but not much else.

Occasionally he awaits me kneeling on the floor, small chain running from the ball stretcher to a hidden eyehook in the floor. Then I have his hands clipped to the back of his collar and his ankle cuffs clipped to thigh cuffs on him. Those are the days I enter the house and stand over his face, my pussy getting sucked and licked til I’m dripping and I see the precome dripping from him. Sometimes I let him up for a romp, sometimes I walk away leaving him chained there by his balls til I want company.

His cock trying to get hard and his balls swollen, the feel of his mouth nibbling on my skin, from my toes to my hip, to my nipples and the side of my neck is a big turn on. A body massage heats me up and relaxes my muscles so I can come all so much easier. His hands all over me, touching and teasing my tender spots. Sucking on my breasts, flicking the nubs with his tongue, if he gets them sensitive enough and then twists them slightly with his fingers it will get me off. Have him on his back, sit on his face, full contact with his mouth. His tongue keeping up with my dripping pussy, and my weight settles further upon him. The wet pressure against him, dependant on my whims to breath, sucking my clit, making me come again. His chin, his face covered in my juices.

Pleasure from pain

Ow.oh. yeah. Oh. Ouch. Hurts. Harder.harder. please please… please. Harder. But its all moans and mumbles behind the ball gag in my mouth.

Ankles chained together, wrists chained together, short chain locking them so I’m on my knees bending backwards, chest pushed forward. Black leather cuffs matching the collar locked upon my neck, knees spread wide with my pussy exposed, and the blindfold keeps me from knowing exactly when or where the flogger will hit next. Slapping my pussy til I’m on the edge of coming and then it stops. Fingers twisting my nipples, mouth sucking the nubs hard, pulling my tits into his mouth. I want… so want...to come. But he knows my every squirm, is aware just how close, can anticipate the shivers and pull away just before the muscles spasm. Then the nubs are being squeezed my fingers…and ouch! Nipple clamps. I’m breathing harder as the pain courses through my body, only thinking about my tender tits and the cold chain between my breasts against my overheated body.

Hot breath in my ear as he nibbles on my earlobe, the sharp pain starting to fade more towards an ache, and I’m pushing my damp pussy into the air. Hoping, ever hoping he’ll touch me, push me over this razor edge I’m on, almost coming but not quite there, need just a little more sensation. Pushes me in pulses which keeps me there so long I start worry my body isn’t going to get there, won’t let me come, why can’t I get there, and Smack! Ow! Hes spanking my clit with the flogger, holding my pussy lips wide so he hits square on target and oh my god its there, right there, I’m going to…come, oh my keep going and I’ll come for him, come on him, please please please.!

And then he manages to hit hard against my clit while pulling the nipple clamps high in the air and I fall over, black out a second and the climax hits. His mouth suddenly on my clit, and the clamps are off my body. The blood pulses back into my nipples and I’m over the wall, muscles spasm and I scream into the little pink ball as the colors swirl in my head. OH my god yes, so intense, and I’m still coming, wetness flowing from my body.

I must have spaced out there for a second as my body shudders, because when I open my eyes again the blindfold is gone and I can see him in the candlelight lying against me. His mouth on my nipples again and his hands are busy behind me, unlocking and unchaining my limbs while I am still coming against him. Then I’m clinging to him as he tells me how hot I am, how he loves to make me come, how he is so turned on by my body and how it reacts to him. The gag is off but I’m not up to making full sentences yet. Just as well, the words would be swallowed by his mouth, pressed hot and wet against mine.

Once again he’s taken a small thought, a tiny bit of fantasy and makes the thoughts tame compared to the experience. God the man is hot and between us its nothing but flames. One of these days we will simply combust, leaving nothing behind but a pile of ashes.