Quick update

Got a New Toy - Hitachi.
Not as good as Boytoy's tongue, but an acceptable substitute when he's not here.

Erased...

Like the last few years didn’t happen.
I didn’t thrust your cock down my throat
There was no hicky on my ass
I didn’t smother you in my juices
There was no fucking you all night long
I didn’t scream for you
There was no playing with toys
I didn’t have you eat me for hours
There were no pictures
I didn’t take you on the sofa
There was no story to tell.
It never happened.

But if it had happened, if it did happen…
Now that wild ride would have been worth it.

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.

Something to add to the shopping list

I remember what I forgot at the store… batteries. Funny how when boytoy isn’t around they cease being conveniences and start becoming necessities. Consumables some might say. I have a few toys I’m fond of… but it seems since we made the baby boytoy I’ve a new favorite. With his clone buried in my slit and a bullet on my clit, I burn up batteries like nobody’s business.

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.

Mouthfeel

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.

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....

Let me help keep it toned....

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?

Feeding the hungry

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.

Boytoy's request

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.

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.

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.

Taken and Chained

And in that moment I knew I'd take it, that chance I never thought I'd get. I'd take him. I'd take him now while I could, the way I wanted, and damn the consequences. Damn them all I would. He knew what I had in mind, what was in that bag and didn't seem to care...didn't back off in the least. He had choices; to not show, to leave, to take control or to go back to his vanilla life. Instead he stands there and asks what I had on my mind, what I wanted, what he could do for me..

I asked him to lock the door. He raised his eyebrows at me but did, wordlessly, and turned back to me. I told him straight out, no lies or evasions -- I want you. Now. Mine. Til you walk out the door, all mine. Before he began to kiss the hell out of me, he tells me that works for him just fine. Slow torturous hell sweet wet lips, hot breath on my skin, hands molding against my body pulling me in. My hands in his hair, lips running across his skin, slowly working his sweater off him. Still standing just inside the door, electricity building, bits and pieces, thoughts, plans and memories running through my brain. We surface for a moment as the sweater goes over his head and hits the floor. His hands are reaching for my nipples, rubbing through my blouse, when I tell him his shirt needs to go next. I don't wait but pull it out of the waistband of his jeans and up his chest. My mouth on his nipples and the shirt isn't even off yet. God want him now, don't want to wait, have him here on the floor, its not the plan, not what I had in mind but it would feel so good... My brain is so confused, too many sensations so fast, accelerating the blood flow, heat, every time more than the last, one day soon we will simply burst into flame and combust. Him in just the jeans, no shirt, no shoes, and yeah I could look at that for quite some time. He never seems to understand that, but then he never notices my stretch marks either so I guess that works both ways.

Use me... he whispers to me, never taking his eyes off mine. Take me, use me, make me yours. This is the chance I wanted, needed, thought about for ages... I just had to have the nerve to take it. This moment was usually so simple, so basic. Only with him did I have this overwhelming urge to just give in, give up, let him take over. And then he was on his knees in front of me, pulling me to him, his face against my abdomen, licking along my waistline, telling me how he wanted to bury his face inside me, lick me, eat me, suck on me for hours. There's a moment in every endeavor folks call the tipping point. This was ours. I stepped back, pulled a black leather collar from the bag and said if that's what he wanted, maybe I'd be willing to accommodate that request once he was properly attired. Many times I'd assisted with his coat, his collar, his dressing, but never like this. The electricity was amazing as I collared him. Pulled a lock out, unlocked it with a little key and locked the collar around his neck, the key on a tiny chain around mine.

All he said was "what else do you want" and yeah, I could feel myself getting wet. Left him on his knees but kissed him hard, feel his hands on my ass, for once I'm looking down at him while he's looking up, slightly awkward, off-balance, the feel of his tongue in my mouth, the look of the black leather snug against his skin. As my internal temperature rises, I'm a little off- balance, but suddenly break off the kiss and announce I'd like him to run me a bath. I head for the back bedroom with the mysterious bag and he starts my bath, with the flowery bubbles I like, a cold glass of wine, and even the Kenny G music in the background. I lay out my evening outfit -- black corset, ultra sheer black stockings, garter belt, high heel slides and for later... the thigh cuffs, the chains, the clasps, all the restraints I might need from the bag. In the tub he washes me head to toe and back again, shave my legs oh so smooth, maneuvers me on the edge of the tub to shave me oh so personally, my pussy hair trimmed on top, in between my legs bare and smooth. I love the feeling of being catered to, all the effort coming from him while I just let the feelings flow, so erotic being treated like a princess.

He dries me, and then dresses me, lacing up the corset so I can I "fluff" my breasts into the perfect perky spot. He starts rolling the stockings up my legs, attaching to the garters with just a small fumble as he connects the two. I slide into my heels, on my feet and leaning into him, his mouth nibbling on mine and my hands on his ass, backing ever so slowly towards the bed. I reluctantly pull away and hand him the thigh cuffs...to put on me. He looks a tad confused but does it just the same, indulging me in my whims while I put on the brass belly chains around my waist...and then I attach the cuffs on his wrists to the d rings on the outside of my thighs and he's on his knees again. I want his mouth on me, and chaining his collar to the belly chains leave him little choice in the matter. The chains shorten when I spread my thighs giving him little room to move, and slack is a generous description of the few inches of play he gets when they close about his face. Just a small space to breathe in, and of course if I move he has no choice but to do the same. Wet, warm, so hot his mouth trapped on me, licking me, tasting me, tugging, sucking on my clit. I overflow all over his face, his chin soaked with my juices, he pushes me ever closer to climax, pulls back the half inch he can, then deeper inside me, fucking me with his tongue, sucking ever harder, and muscle spasms over take me.

Let him go from my thighs and hook his wrist cuffs by short chains to the d rings on the sides of his collar. His jeans off, his cock hard, I take a leather cock strap from the magic bag and snap it around him, slightly tighter than it needs be, around his shaved balls and what i thought was hard gets harder, hot in my hands, twitching as I brush against him. I can taste myself when we kiss, nibble on the edge of his mouth, his neck, ever so slightly brush my mouth over his nipples and his hands start to move, but are held captive by the chains. Slowly I move lower, watch his face as I lick along his hips, yes, little hot bites, nipping the sensitive spots. Running my mouth along his cock, hot breath on him, small licks, then all of it suddenly inside my mouth and down deep to my throat. Low moans fill the room; I grab his ass, bringing him ever deeper, closer. Slowly one finger pushes up his ass, and his moans get louder. He's getting closer and as I suck he gets ever bigger in my mouth... I love to hear him, feel him start to shake, as he tells me he's getting close, so close, oh god he wants to come, He going to come...... And as I back off he realizes its not going to happen, the leather snapped around him is too tight, I can see the frustration in his face. I push him back onto the bed; tell him he needs to cool off. I grab a drink... pulling ice from my glass into my mouth. Still chewing crushed bits of ice, his eyes get wide as he realizes yes, my mouth is about to be the method of cooling I have in mind. The leather that moments ago wouldn't let him explode now won't let him shrink, so cold inside my mouth. I lay back beside him, give his arms a change of pace by tying them to the bed, together but directly over his head.

God the man is hot. Kissing him, me cold, his mouth hot, tongues twisting and I roll over him. Cold cock...sliding into my hot hot pussy. Suddenly can't get enough of him, can't bang him fast enough, riding his cock hard, over and over. He can't hold my hips, can't slow me down nor speed me up, can't come although I can see he's close by looking at his face. I shudder against him and fall against his chest. Tug the edge of the corset down exposing my nipples and feed them to him. He sucks on them as I clench him inside me in waves, squeezing his hard cock with my drenched pussy, barely moving other than the clenching. The look of desire on his face, riding him to the edge, so erotic. When I ask him what he wants, I get multiple answers.. to eat me , to lick me, to suck my tits, to fuck me, to come all over me, god so hot, so fucking close to coming... and yeah, the dirty talk excites me and the slow squeeze becomes a hard slam as I get my feet under me and sit on his cock, fuck myself, and I come on him again. He's fighting the restraints on his hands, restless, wants them free so badly.....

I slide up his body drenching him, my pussy just inches away from his face, and ask him if he wants it, to lick me, suck me, taste me ...a sudden reply of 'fuck yes', and I slide that extra couple of inches up and once again connect my belly chains to his collar, his arms crowding his space, I take them down from the headboard and connect one, then the other to my thighs... and then he's got a moment where he breathes freely... til I take the last chain connected behind me, wrap it through my ass cheeks into that D ring right under his chin. He begins to tease and taste.. and I decide to get comfy...letting my weight go, pushing down on him, surrounding his face with my body. He tongue fucks me and I start rocking, rising up every now and then to give him a gasp of cooler air. He sucks on my clit and I lean forward, changing the pressure point, gaining serious friction, riding his face. His hands try to maneuver around, but it's a fruitless effort, pulling on the connection only encourages me to widen my thighs and gives him even less room beneath me. The friction, the sucking on my clit, the pull of his arms, feel of his tongue all lead those little waves to a big explosion and I push hard onto his face, suddenly overcome by the strength of the climax. I collapse, start to roll and gather enough energy to unclip his collar from my chains. On our sides, I slide back down, stopping when his mouth is along my nipples, letting him nuzzle them, telling how good I feel, asking him if he wants to come, explode, make me all wet and sticky, wants a little titty fucking now? His hips are pushing against my stocking covered legs, I can squeeze his hard cock between them while I tell him yeah, we can make that happen...

He's a little surprised when I reach down and unbuckle the thigh cuff from my left leg and lift it, attached to his wrist still... until I sit partway up and buckle it around his thigh instead...and then I hear a whispered 'oh god you have no mercy' as I do the same with the other side. Suddenly we're no longer attached, his face still drenched in my juices, his cock still hard as his hips buck, hands helpless beside him. I Lean him against some pillows so he can really see what he can't control - his cock.

I settle between his legs, my breasts exposed over the top of the corset, nipples all hard from his nuzzling. I start sucking on his cock again, sliding it from my mouth to down between my tits and his eyes widen as he watches. I squeeze them both around his cock and slip my mouth over the head and he's no longer quiet...a steady litany of 'oh god yes, I wanna come all over your tits, you are so fucking hot, god I wanna come on you" over and over as his muscles tense up. His hips have a steady rhythm sliding back and forth between my breasts and hes getting ever closer, I can see it on his face...a whimper, he's close, "so close, oh god wanna come so bad, oh please wanna come ..." I reach below him and swiftly unsnap the strap and squeeze him once again, he starts to moan and shake, and pulling my mouth away one more time, he's coming, so hard, coming...he sprays all over my breasts, my nipples with drops of sticky white cum, hot on my body. Unsnapping his cuffs from his thighs, I give him back his freedom to move and he's kissing me hard, hands caressing me, then his tongue is nipping at my tits, slurping up one sticky spot then another. Hot mouth, and then wet and sticky or not he's pulling me against him, holding me so tight, feels good to have his arms around me, have his mouth on mine, taste him, taste me on his tongue, so hot, so good.

Just what I wanted, needed, craved from him. Had him, all mine, my way. Worth every moment, no matter what happened next.

A cock of her own

The first time he mentioned the whole clone-a-bone thing as a joke. Sent the link with a dozen others, toys he could use on her or she could use in his absence. Some chicks would have been offended. She wanted to try them, watch his face as she described how she would use them in her hot little pussy. Discuss the advantages of this feature or that. Should have known this was coming when a year later she was still mentioning having a replica of his cock, a replica boytoy, for her to keep. The whole thing took a strange twist when they began to talk about strap-ons and how she wanted to take his ass.

What seemed to be a slightly ‘out there’ fantasy of fucking himself looked to be fast becoming reality. His cock hardened just thinking of it. Sucking the plastic copy, licking it til it dripped wet, getting it lubed so she could fuck him with it. Putting him on his back, making him hold his legs up, offering his asshole to her voluntarily. Her fingers invading him, lubing him up. Him asking for it, asking her fuck him. The toy hot in her hand, replacing her fingers. Opening him wide, so much bigger than her fingers in his ass. Him pleading please, please please. Slow slide of his own cock in his ass til its balls deep.

Knowing he could stop her but instead wanted this, wanted her to take him, use his own body against him. Let her pull the boytoy almost out of his tight little hole and then a much firmer push back into it. She’d told him once he submitted, let her take his ass with it, she was going to chain him, on his back, arms and ankles locked to the bed over his head. Snap the replica into the harness, toss a vibrating chrome egg in her pussy before tightening the harness on her. Then she was going to take him some more, slam in and out of his ass until she came. He could only hope that once she stopped shuddering against him she would take pity on him and let him come as well.

He needed to stop thinking about it. So hard, precome dripping from his cock he wanted relief. She’d made him promise though… no coming while he was alone. He could come for her, with her, but not for himself and never alone. He could go ahead anyway, there was no one there to tell on him. But he’d know, and wouldn’t be able to lie to her about it if she asked either.

Restless, his cock throbbed with longing as he kept thinking about the replica sitting on the counter, slowly solidifying. Kept thinking about her reaction when he finally presented her with her very own copy of his cock. How hot her pussy would be, how wet she’d been everytime they contemplated the whole adventure. Kept thinking about how it would feel when she took him with it. Wondering how long it would be before that happened. Realizing he was craving the feeling of being fucked…with his own cock.

The Boytoy

I can’t get the boytoy out of my mind. The tight skin over his swollen balls covered with shaving cream, pulling his cock left, right, up down, shaving him clean. Rinsing him off, the feel of his hard cock rubbing against my pussy. Sliding across my clit, twitching just moments from coming and I pull away. Raw hunger in his eyes, hot tongue twisting with mine in my mouth,. The heat steaming off him and the craving, feel his heartbeat going up with his body plastered against mine. Pushing him away, denying what he craved, waiting til I‘d gotten mine before even considering letting him inside me.

His mouth on my body, sucking my clit, bringing me off again and again; meanwhile his hard cock waves in the breeze waiting for attention. Thrusts inside me once, twice, three times, then pushed away to pleasure me with his mouth again. Sucking my juices off his cock, sucking him hard deep in my throat. Harder and deeper his cock goes, him on his knees starting to shake, oh god he feels it building but then with a loud pop I pull my mouth off him, leaving him to hump the air, whimpering, wanting more.

What did he expect? A quiet afternoon for two? He could get that elsewhere. Me, I wasn’t interested in simple straight sex. Its not like I hid it, a secret life I only dug out on special occasions. Instead everyday conversations were laced by small references to the leather, the chains, the power exchange of control. Anyone who really listened, who had a slight interest could pick it up; I didn’t hide it well. The chase, the tease, all leading up to the ultimate release. Yes, more effort required than romancing the average woman but in the end well worth it. I didn’t want him to feel pleasure, I wanted him to shiver and shake and crave it; To hold back, deny himself, so long that when he finally let go his mind would swirl, his legs collapse, his entire body convulse.

There had been others. Neither of us were children, we’d traveled a few roads; experienced a few things off the beaten track. Something about our chemistry fed into the whole equation. What I expected to be good went beyond description. The memories keep playing in my brain, can’t escape them. Curiosity of what should have been a sensual adventure had taken a deep twist far beyond expectations. From the beginning it was never just plain sex. Too many fantasies before hand, thought we might live up to some of them but it amazes me even now how we surpassed even the most ourageous thoughts I’d had.

That first time I took him, told him he couldn’t come in my mouth, licked him and tongue bathed his cock, had his balls in one hand and my finger on his ass, the head of his prick deep in my throat as he tried so hard to hold back. I kept pushing him, a steady rhythm building, pressure on his bottom and suction with my mouth. His knees shaking as his tried to tell me how close he was, how he couldn’t stop it, please, he was going to… no matter what I’d said before he was going to come, come in my mouth, wouldn’t let him pull out, there was no pulling back, oh god, please, help him. He was trying so hard to respect my request and I was centering all my attention on his sex; too many conflicting signals for him and then the waves just overwhelmed him and shot his wad down my throat. Seconds later his legs giving way, couldn’t support himself, just plain worn out from the effort expended.

It was off the charts intense and that was just the beginning. He always came across as a top in mixed company, the first time he crossed his hands over his head and told me to use him my pulse went up and I hadn’t even touched him yet. Having him as my boytoy, my service boy, there to please me was divine. Sitting on his face for hours at a time, just letting my weight go and fucking his face, knowing he was surrounded by my body feeling the pressure and the heat, dependant on my whims as to how much air he actually would get. My heels digging into his side as he lay trapped beneath me, licking me, sucking on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to climax. Explode, collapse, and curl up against him knowing his cock is still hard and wanting while I am content.

He’d hold me, taste me, please me for hours. In turn, I indulged him… in my way. Sitting against him in the recliner. Rubbing his hard cock against my wet slit, sliding back and forth on him. His breathing harder behind me all the time, hands pulling at me, as his cock gets oh so close to entering me. The pleading in my ear as he tweaks my nipples and nibbles my earlobe, asking me please, wants to wrap his cock with my wet pussy, wants to be inside me, wants to bury himself in me.

When I lift my self off him, he turns me and starts suckling on my nipples, fingers probing lower to find my little magic button. Quickly flicking against my clit, sucking harder on my nipple, he’s taking me ever closer to climax. Lifts me up onto his lap, tongue twisting with mine twisting my nipples and that does it, I want him, hard between my legs, buried in me. Slide over him, feel the heat between us, all slick and wet, lean back into him, let him him expend the effort to move us, thrust up into me. Between that and the flicking of my clit, I’m getting close, ever closer to coming. His eyes on mine, darkening as he’s not far behind me. I love to watch him come, his face so expressive as it overtakes him, he loses control for just a few seconds. Cock twitches inside my flooded body which puts me over the threshold and I slam myself down on him as the spasms hit.

We’ve taken over the place, in the tub, the bed, the floor, the sofa… ah yes. the sofa. There I took his cock in my mouth, hardened it and let it bob loose while he pleasured me. See the craving in his eyes and then I took him. Took his ass and made it mine, fucked him with my hand while he whimpered for me. Moaned as I took his cock and wrapped my mouth around it. Timed the fucking of my face with the thrusting into his ass, thoroughly taking him over. Start to feel him shake, his hips meeting every movement, harder, faster, and then I broke away… leaving him hard, fucking nothing, gulping air trying to find some control. His eyes meeting mine, tongues twisting between us, its written on his face just how much he craves belonging to me.

His balls shaved clean, nothing under the denims, he’s meeting me in public after being apart. Under his breath he whispers how he wants to have my mouth on him, get hard in my mouth, bury his cock in my throat, would I indulge him in this? He was willing to work for it, knowing every pleasure has its price.

Afterwards he’s always careful with me, taking care my needs are met, I’m comfortable and if not doing whatever to get me there. Slides underneath me to lick my thighs clean of his sticky come, suck every sticky drop out of me, tongue bathe me clean before any clothing touches my skin. He treasures me, helping me dress, getting me ready for where ever it is I need to be. On his knees in front of me, Collar locked around his neck, getting me off with his mouth just one more time before we go. Rises and I press my hand against his hardness, put myself back together before we leave.
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Just want couple of things...

Wet, so wet just thinking about him. He would come through that door any minute. A bouncey step in, a sly smile on his face, the shine in his eyes as he asks me what’s up. I had plans this time. Hell I had plans every time, I just didn’t always let on they were my ideas, sometimes he thought he’d talked me around to his way of thinking when all along I planned on getting him naked. He just never knew what to expect when he came through the door.

I wanted him collared, Black leather locked round his neck, on his knees, in front of me. Get him naked, cuffs on his ankles and wrists, have him bathe me and massage me, cook dinner for me with nothing but black leather strapping decorating his body. Lock a restraint around his cock, have him crawling on the floor sucking my toes for me. He loves going down on me, he’s damn good at it. Just my own twist in the whole adventure when I can have his face chained deep in my crotch, little padlocks holding him where I want him for as long as I desire.

God, suck his cock til its hard, keep him shaved smooth, wrap a harness around him and snap it closed a tad too tightly. Watch his cock and balls swell, deny him the release he seeks. Listen to the locks on his wrist cuffs clink as he pulls against them. Taste and tease him on and off all night, bury my face in his groin and pull back, knowing he’d like to grab my head and fuck my face.

Want him to ask me for it, ask me to suck on him, ask me to tie him, restraint him. Sit on his face and all but smother him. Ask me to make him scream, beg me to take his ass, beg me to take him over. Chain his wrists to the bed, and his ankles too, Suck his cock and lube his ass. Watch his body shake and push my fingers in his ass have him scream, and beg me to fuck him with my hands, with my toys. Slowly slide a lubed toy up his behind while he watches me. Slap his cock around a little as I turn the vibe on inside him. Pinch his nipples and clamp them. Little pretty jewelry hanging from the nubs, my tongue fucking his mouth, my hands on his body, my pussy wrapped around his cock.