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.

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.

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.

Just a beginning

Not quite naked, but still stripped of his outer clothes, his coverings that made him so manly, he came to me. The control isn’t as tight anymore; he gives in to urges. Where once he would keep a distance to the last moment, now he knows time is finite and so he doesn’t waste it. He wraps himself around me, hot mouth on mine embracing me with his warmth. And then once he has said his hello, he kneels in front of me and waits.

The leather is wide and holds his head steady, one buckle in the front and one in the back, just barely enclosing his neck. Small bands around his wrists, clipped to the brass chains on his collar. Freedom to move – but not complete. His hands almost reach his waist but there the slack ends. From the back, I braid his hair tightly, in case I need a connection point. A leather harness holding his cock tight, a leash attached with the chains rattling.

I pull up my skirt and sit back on the chair, each leg thrown up on the padded arms, my butt close to the edge… Tugging on the leash I pull him to me and instruct him to worship – and he does. Sucking on my toes, nibbling at my ankles. His mouth sweeping lightly up the inside of my legs as he licks the sweat off them. Nuzzling my thighs and warm breath on my clit. Slowly approaching my pussy and tenderly exploring it with his tongue.

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....

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?

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.

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.

His weekend begins

He’s due home before long – and this is supposed to be his night. So when I come through the door I know I only have a short amount of time to be where he expects me to be, how he expects me to be. When we started all this playing around, I never thought we’d get so deeply into it, but its really paid off. Our sex life is through the roof awesome, the only drawback is I don’t dare swap stories with friends about it, they’d never understand and one is his sister.

Directly to the bedroom, off come the work clothes. A quick shower, and I’m looking at the clock when I pop out of the bathroom and head to our closet. Tonight is the mini skirt – little bitty plaid pleated skirt. I’d never wear this out anywhere. Well not anywhere I knew anyone. It covers me… but barely. We’v altered it a tad – Instead of the zipper up the back, we have replaced it with tiny snaps, about a bizillion of them, or so it seems as I’m trying to snap them up behind me. I grab the white push up bustier next, only has half cups and is strapless, but actually is more supportive than some other bras I have. There’s at least two dozen bones holding me straight, and lacing is a bit tricky but I’ve learned over the years a trick or two to getting a really tight fit with it. Tuck the ends under the waistband of the skirt and grab our toybox out of the closet.

The white leather collar spills out as I grab the thigh cuffs first. These are tricky, need to be pretty high up with the d ring towards the back. Ankle cuffs also need a ring towards the back, and the wrist cuffs the loop ends up on the inner part of my wrists. I’m dripping already, just thinking about how this setup works. Lets see, a couple of very short chains, the locks, a gag and a blindfold. Need the vibrator, and before I get all tangled up lets pull the hair back into a high ponytail. The spare room has a wooden floor that works great for this, and I think I have everything.

I stick the suction cup on the vibrator on the floor near the bed, so now its standing straight up. Take the small gold chain and clip each end to one of my nipples. Muscles clench inside as the pain pulses through me. The ball gag is next, fits in my mouth just barely and securely locks behind my head. I always have an adrenaline surge at this point, I’ve learned the nipple chain and the gag are about all I need to be wet enough to slide onto the vibrator. It fills me, pushing its way in and suddenly I’m full. Small chains and locks hold my thighs to my ankles, and now I can only raise my ass about three inches up. Its enough so I can slide up and down, but not enough to be able to climb off the thing. I turn it on medium, and then my skirt falls down over it, hiding it from view. I look at the clock and realize I don’t have much time. usually at this point I take a few minutes and get myself off, but its too close to mess around, I’ll have to wait.

I put the blindfold over my eyes, and it ties securely around the ponytail, holding it in place. My heart is hammering and suddenly the vibe sounds all so much louder. okay, all set – my hands go to the back loop on my collar. One click, two clicks and now I’ve done it. My hands are locked to my collar. There’s keys, one is in the nightstand drawer about threee feet from me matter of fact. It might as well be in another house because the suction on the vibe does not slide or move, and I do not have any means too get off the thing. I’m stuck here until he releases me. As always, I can’t help but think what if something happens to him, what if he doesn’t get home on time, what will I do.

The freaking out about my helplessness fades out, taken over by the buzz between my legs. I was wet before, but as my hips rock back and forth, I can feel my juices drip down one leg, dripping onto the floor. The medium buzz seems like it should be enough, I should be able to get off… but there’s absolutely no pressure against my clit and that will keep me close but won’t get me there. The chains clink as I move against them, knowing its fruitless but can’t sit still just the same.

I hear the car pull into the garage, and a voice muttering as steps come through the kitchen. A trail of pussy juice runs down my other leg now, oh god, I’m hot. I want it, I want to come, I’m breathing harder now and I hear the door open. He’s talking to someone, oh my god. I blush, I can feel it all over my body. and then he’s walking away, and over the buzz and the craving to come I realize he’s on his cell phone. Isn’t he? He must be. There can’t be anyone with him…can there?

I’m getting closer, oh god if he’d just flick my clit I could come, pulling my hands against my collar, want so badly to reach down in front of me and take care of it myself. I can’t, I know I can’t but still I pull against the locks, the chains holding me down, oh god I just want to come. He’s suddenly in front of me, telling me I look hot, tugging up on the small chain between my nipples. I rise up as much as I can, to keep from having my little nubs pulled off, and my ankles are protesting, I’m pulling so hard.

Then he reachs down between my legs and flicks my clit, just once. The sudden snap against me startles, I push my hips up and pull my body down, forgetting about the nipple chain for just a second. He calls me greedy and then drops the chain as he walks away. I’d be screaming at him, come back here, help me, touch me, lick me, please please, please… but its worthless, the gag keeps everything sounding like a general moan, he has no idea how close, and how far away I am to coming.

I feel his hands behind me – and the snaps on the skirt come undone. The difference in air temperature is subtle but cool enough that I can feel every drop that has run down my body from my slit, god I am so wet, so close…and hes licking my ear, warm breath and wetness, distracted me, and bamn, off come the nipple clamps. OH my the blood rushes back in, the tingle going up to a fine ache, so hard and now so sensitive. He knows, must know how much I want to come, puts his mouth on my poor pinched nubs, sucks on them while turning the vibe up, ever faster, as he sucks and then nibbles. I’m still humping on the toy, pushing my hips back and forth trying to get him to touch my clit.

Not only does he avoid my hips, he manages to turn the vibe down to low before he up and leaves me. I’m whimpering and I can hear the shower in the background, which means I’ll be here a bit. Some nights it was most the night before I was unlock, others I quickly found my self up on the bed chained to the posts, so I never knew what he had planned. The hum in my hips is lower, but I’m still wet, and the dripping isn’t getting any less. There’ll be a wet spot when I get up, for sure.

I’m still sliding up and down the best I can, concentrating on the vibe, when his hands flick my nipples again. He sucks them each briefly, and then the pinch is back – he’s put the chain back on, and the ache is worse, did he tighten them, or am I just oversensitive at this point? His hands are fussing behind my head, I hear a click, and he’s pulling the gag out of my mouth as he tells me – not a word or it goes back. My wrists come free with two more clicks, but not for long as he attaches them to the chain between thigh and ankle. Now my breasts are pushed out even more than they were, I’m off balance.

Next thing I know, my mouth is being pushed open by his cock. Pushes in ever so slowly, pulling my body closer with the nipple chain. Buries my face in his groin, and then holds me there. My Mouth is full, cheeks bulge outwards, lips stretched around him and he holding me there. He once told me how he likes to rest his cock in my mouth, doesn’t care if he comes as long as I’ve got my mouth wrapped around him he’s happy. Between him and the vibe I’m stuffed.

He slides almost out and then back, slowly fucking my face. He throbs and twitches in my mouth, my face starts to ache and I’m pleased when he tires of this. He starts kissing me and I can feel his body close in front of me. I’m pushing my hips up and our tongues are tangling when he pulls off the nipple clamps.

I moan into his mouth and he suddenly starts flicking against my clit, increasing the pressure, turns the vibe up and suddenly squeezes my clit hard. I burst, too much sensation, the climax ripples up inside me and I scream into his mouth. A fresh wave of juice flows out of me and I start to wilt against him. He’s holding me and kissing me with one hand behind me, I hear clicking but its not until he pulls me up I realize my locks are undone, I’m free from the floor and the buzz inside me. We fall onto the bed, and so the evening begins…

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.

Used and loving it

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 emptiness in my pussy is so much more pronounced knowing what I could have but don’t.. He pulls me back on my feet, unclasps 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.