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Shave your balls. When she asks tell her you’re trying to make her happy. You don’t want all the chafing. You’re cooler with out all the hair trapping the heat. You’re more comfortable swimming. I don’t really care what you tell her but shave, and keep yourself shaved.
I want you to get yourself off every morning. Preferably in the shower, but wherever if that won’t work. I want you to picture yourself kneeling on the floor, wanking away with your face in my snatch. I want you to come hard, spraying the shower wall. If you shower more than once a day, then you should come more than once a day. Nope, this is not optional. I want you to come at least once everyday you’re away from me.
I want you to buy yourself a collar. No need to wear it, but I want you to buy it while on vacation with your wife and keep it with your clothes. I want you to look at it every time you change and think about how it will feel when I put it on you. I want it to have at least one connection point for a leash, preferably more for other things.
I want you to spend one day without any boxers/briefs on. I want to know your cock and balls are naked under your pants. I’d like you to get dressed up and take your wife out someplace nice that day, so you can feel the smooth fabric of your dress pants slide against you. Taking her dancing the same night will get you bonus points with me.
I want you to take one day and cheerfully let her make every decision. Where you go. What you eat. How to spend the money. When to nap and when to work. Take this day to serve her…. As in she shouldn’t have to wait in line, shouldn’t have to want something from across the room, and shouldn’t have to deal with any work whatsoever. Take this day and be totally pussy-whipped with out grief or bitterness.
I want you to make a list of the ways you can serve me - when you’re with your wife. Be creative. Be truthful. Be inventive. Be ready to carry them out.
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.
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.
Contrary to former instructions, he looked at the note again. It couldn’t be, but it seemed it was. She had signed it, sent it to him directly. A picture slid out of her pussy wrapped around one of the baby boytoys they had created. She was coming on that replica cock every night, drowning it in fluids. And as a result he was getting some interesting instructions.
After going weeks without coming, she’s shifted directions for sure – it looks like his dry spell is over – as long as he was willing to come according to her directions. Instead of distracting himself with a movie or book or bar-hoping with his buddies, he was to go home and get naked. Put on the steel collar around his neck and his leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists. All the little accessories she has him don when she arrives.
Get on his knees and lock his ankles together. Snap his little cock harness (yes the one with the leash) on his body tightly, pulling his balls and cock away from his body. On the third snap, not the second where he’s comfortable. Yes, it makes his dick hard and dark, but do it anyway because she wants him to. Place the other end of the leash on the bedpost, and then put his ass in the air and his face on the floor just as if she was standing there in front of him. Think about her taking him from behind right in that very spot. She knows his cock gets harder thinking about it.
If she was there, she’d have him grab his ass cheeks and pull them, opening up the way for her to take him. So kneel there and do just that, hold his ass ready for her. Call it practice for the next visit. Maybe tomorrow he should buy himself some lube and have it handy. Tonight she’d be using the baby boytoy in her pussy at home, drowning it in her girl come, but next time she visits maybe she would use it on him.
Contemplate that for a while as he’s kneeling there on the floor. Think about how wide he is and how that’s going to feel in his tight little hole. How she’s going to have him ask for it, beg for her to fuck him with the baby boytoy. How she’ll grab his hips and yank him back against her, knowing the leash would be pulling on his cock in the other direction. Wonder if she‘ll allow him to moan or punish him for doing so by gagging him. Think about being plundered with the baby boytoy, and how she’ll leave it in his ass when she sits in front of him to be pleasured with his tongue. Know the vibrations will be steady but low, until she wants him to sit back on his heels for her…she’ll turn it up then, so she can torment him with it, pulsing deep within him.
Once he’s though on that for a while, he’s allowed to set back on his heels, and slowly pleasure his cock. Slide his hand up and down using his own pre-com to lubricate. Get himself close while considering the next visit and just how it might go. Think about how she likes to chain his hands just out of reach of his cock, so usually he can’t touch himself like this. How she hasn’t allowed him to come alone is a couple of years now. How forbidden it was to pull on his hard prick, and feel it pulse, how good it felt to have friction sliding up and down, how close he could get to coming just thinking about her. He was then supposed to unsnap his cock harness and jerk off for her right there, in the same spot she was planning on taking his ass. Of course he was to lick up any come spilled so there would be no mess.
Mistress wanted him to let her know each night this week when he had accomplished this, so he was to get online and let her know what he thought of while completing his tasks. How he’d like her to take him and why he deserved to be allowed all this pleasure. He’d have to be sure to thank her for the permission to come and how he was looking forward to her next visit too. Oh yes, this was definitely a change, coming every night while focusing on his Mistress…perhaps the first change of many…only time would tell.
Not quite naked, but still stripped of his outer clothes, his coverings that made him so manly, he came to me. The control isn’t as tight anymore; he gives in to urges. Where once he would keep a distance to the last moment, now he knows time is finite and so he doesn’t waste it. He wraps himself around me, hot mouth on mine embracing me with his warmth. And then once he has said his hello, he kneels in front of me and waits.
The leather is wide and holds his head steady, one buckle in the front and one in the back, just barely enclosing his neck. Small bands around his wrists, clipped to the brass chains on his collar. Freedom to move – but not complete. His hands almost reach his waist but there the slack ends. From the back, I braid his hair tightly, in case I need a connection point. A leather harness holding his cock tight, a leash attached with the chains rattling.
I pull up my skirt and sit back on the chair, each leg thrown up on the padded arms, my butt close to the edge… Tugging on the leash I pull him to me and instruct him to worship – and he does. Sucking on my toes, nibbling at my ankles. His mouth sweeping lightly up the inside of my legs as he licks the sweat off them. Nuzzling my thighs and warm breath on my clit. Slowly approaching my pussy and tenderly exploring it with his tongue.
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....
Its been forever since he’s laid his eyes on me. We’ve been in touch; he has known me for a very long time and thinks he has me figured out. Who I was, where I’ve been and where I might be willing to go. But he is so wrong. I’m not who he thinks I was, not the wild young thing with nothing to lose, soft scalloped edges full of frills and excitement.
Not that he is completely wrong mind you. That girl is who I was long ago. Pieces of her remain inside to pop up at the strangest moments. The little insecurities showing, the bitter edges rough, the spiteful pieces left behind after someone had smashed my soul on the rocks. I haven’t healed from all of it to recover that tender hearted hopeful girl I used to be. Most of the wounds have scabbed over however, and I’ve found a certain strength in dealing with the pain, coming through the fire mostly intact. Oh yes, he knows where and who I had been, but he’s made assumptions on who I am now and how I will be, and he is so wrong.
I’ll let him have his illusions, the sugary sweet memories, for the moment. I know it’s wrong; I could correct him with just a small amount of effort. Soon enough those rose colored glasses will fall off and he’ll get a sense of how off the mark he really is. He wants an adventure; A nice safe excursion on the slightly wild side. I know that, even if he hasn’t admitted it to himself. I’m willing to give him a trip on the wild side for sure, but it definitely isn’t the vanilla spice he thinks he’s getting.
If he is fool enough to put himself out there, I’ll take him for a ride and it will be much more than he bargained for. He’ll be looking to sooth his soul; myself I’ll be after filling my own needs, and they aren’t what he assumes they’ll be. He’ll make a pass or maybe two if I ignore the first one, then I’ll take him up on the offer. I’ll twist it all to fit my own desires; If he loses control and gets slightly burned in the process I’m not going to be regretful – He wants something different from his everyday life and I can give it to him without a doubt.
He’ll get a few things he wanted; a little necking, some heavy petting, maybe the start of some sweet soft sex, a laugh or two. But where he’ll be thinking I’m content I’ll be just starting the ride. Get him hot and bothered again, feed him my pussy, have him asking for more and thinking he’ll get it. Bargain once or twice with him and just when he thinks He’s got it under control, he’ll find himself snared in my web, his hands tied to the bed.
There is nothing like having a hot hard man horny as hell trying to convince you to let him go, let him get on top, let him in. He’ll enjoy it, his cock in my mouth, my pussy smothering his face, force feeding him my nipples as I slide up and down against his hardness. He’ll be in heaven until he realizes he’s given up enough control so its all up to me. He’ll eat pussy til I am sated; I can ride him or not; tie his balls tight and attach the string to the end of the bed so every move he makes can bring on serious pain.
I’ll tell him to fuck me tied to the bed, or I’ll let him go and he’ll just have to do without. Flex my hips back and forth; sliding him deep into me, knowing every tug up is a pull on his balls, every pull down a momentary respite from the pain. Turn myself around on his face, smothering his whining with my slit, burying his face in my juices. Force him to lick me or drown, offering to get up only when he’s gotten me off. I’ll be watching his balls get darker as the ties tightens, briefly licking his cock just to get him close and then backing off. Get myself some ice water and relax a little before returning to him. Use the ice on his cock, getting him oh so cold, and then sliding my hot wet pussy over him. Oh yes, he’ll be complaining one moment and in heaven the next.
I’ll slide a collar on his neck, closing it with one of my teeny tiny locks, cuff each arm and agree to let him come in my hot snatch only if he let me clip the cuffs to the collar. Fortunately I have more than one of those little locks. If he disagrees, I can get myself off with a toy lying on his chest and he can lie there til I want him gone or he agrees to let me take him; His choice.
Once I have him, hands useless and cock deep inside me, I intend to cut the string holding his balls to the bed and ride him til he fills me with hot come. He’ll be in bliss til I straddle his face again and give him no choice about cleaning up his mess. Fortunately we’ll have time for him to come around to my way of thinking, I won’t need to rush off anywhere and since he’s not supposed to be here no one will come looking for him here.
Oh yes I’ll give him a walk on the wild side, that’s for sure. It’s just not the one he thinks it’s going to be. He’s looking for a slightly naughty girl to keep him company; not a wild wanton woman who wants much more than vanilla spice. He has no clue who I am, not really. It’s going to be interesting watching him figure it out.
He asks – And I consent. The boytoy doesn’t hesitate to get into position, doesn’t second guess my answer. Before he really settles in his spot, I’m crawling up his body. Delve into his mouth with my tongue and move his arms out of my way. I rise up, slowly settling one knee next to his ear, his hands lightly gripping my hips as I swing the othe leg over him. I wait a second til he asks me please… And with that I begin to settle down. His eyes are on mine as I cover his mouth with my slit, filling his senses with the taste and smell of my juices.
He gently nibbles, quick soft licks, as he pulls my hips closer, wider over him. His slow gentle touch gets rougher as he flicks my clit and licks the juices from my body. I can feel the wave start, just a ripple at first. I crave more as he starts tugging slightly on my body with his mouth. As he pulls, I slide deeper.. letting all tension go. My leg muscles relax and his face, his chin, his nose, all become buried in my nether regions with my full weight resting on him.
His hands grip my ass as I shift my weight, using his whole face to stimulate my body. He moans as I shift back, pulling my clit away for seconds, giving him a moment of air and then move forward again, pressing down and feeling the ripple rising inside. His mouth sucking on my hot button, then tongue tensing and delving deep inside me. My breathing shifts, becoming deeper as the intensity of the sensations increase.
I’m ever closer to where I want to go, my hands pinching my nipples, getting hotter, and pushing harder. The hair on his chin rubbing against me, my clit swollen in his mouth, I fall forward and end up on all fours, watching his eyes as the boytoy pushes me further into a frenzy. I’m whimpering without realizing it, knowing that wave is going to crest, I just need a little more to push me over the edge. My hips have a mind of their own as I use him to satisfy myself, back and forth, friction ever growing.
He knows me, knows my body. Has heard the whimpers and moans and all the little noises my body makes as it gets close and then crashes over the edge. His timing is perfect, nodding his head to keep in pace with my hips, sharp sucking and then flicking my magic button at just the right moment. And as I fall over the cliff thinking it can’t get an more intense he slides fingers inside me, setting off more fireworks. My back arches, and my legs shake as the ripple goes from inside out, and I come on his face.
The first time he whispered it I didn’t expect it. Sporting a strap-on? Now there’s a road I hadn’t traveled…yet. As in tying a cock, seated in leather, against my body. As in bending him over and having him ask for it. As in pushing cool lube inside him, playing with his ass while he holds himself open for me. As in pressing against him and sinking into him. As in hearing him moan for me. As in hearing him plead for me… please please please. As in fucking with his body enough to fuck with his head, so he’s not sure if he wants it to stop, or to go on, as in end the pain, or stretch it out.
Oh yeah, and then while I’ve got his cock in my mouth he mentions it again, having me fuck his ass with one of my toys while sucking his cock. Which leads to some very mixed images flowing through my brain, my toy slowly piercing his asshole, his body shaking and breath coming hard, him holding his legs up out of the way while he watches me take him. Taking him hard, rubbing my clit against the harness, watching the emotions flicker across his face. He’d be mine in a way he’d never been before.
One day, just casually asking me if I would fuck him with a strap-on. So gently asked, slipped into the random sex talk we have, easily dismissed. Except this is not the first time he’s mentioned it. It sticks in my mind because he’s got a different look on his face – like he’s hesitant to ask. Late that night, my body curled around his. I bump his ass with my hips as he mutters "um hum." I whisper in the dark ‘you’d let me wouldn’t you?’ he pulls me harder against his ass and tells me "oh yes – please be gentle." And the thought rolls in my mind again we’re going to go down this road if the trip lasts long enough.
I want you to think about it.
The feel of the collar around your neck.
The cool air against your naked skin
The floor hard on your knees
The silk straps under your collar
Pulling you to me
Tied tight on my hips
The heat coming off my skin
Your face against me
Licking my slit
Tasting my juices
Tweaking my clit
Cheeks streaked with my wetness
Unable to pull away
Unable to shift
Kneeling between my legs
With your face buried in my pussy
Flicking my clit
Moving with my hips
Continually licking, tweaking, flicking, sucking.
Til I come hard against you.
That's something to think about
Instead of worrying, fretting over nothing.
Think about your face buried in my pussy
Because that’s where it belongs.
On your knees. Worship my pussy. Lick me. Make me come.
Its all I’m feeding you tonight, so eat up & enjoy.
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.
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.
The first time he kissed me and I thought about it for months. One night we went for a walk and he told me the hottest story. The second time he kissed me and I thought lightening had hit me. The first time he went down on me, I wondered where the hell he’d been all my life. I got into my car and wondered if it had really happened or if I’d imagined it all. Then I spotted the bruises from his fingers on my hip and got wet thinking of how they got there. The next time I saw him I couldn’t get naked fast enough. He wanted to play and I was a willing toy. I bit my hand trying to be quiet and bruised it all to hell. He finally let me and I’ll never forget how hard he was in my mouth or the look on his face as he slipped deep into my throat. What started as one thing turned into another and then a third. I learned there is indeed such a thing as a point of no return and we had definitely crossed it. Unforgettable, His face as my pussy milked his cock inside me and how his eyes darken when he comes.
He spent the night with me, made me laugh and then made me come. Once, twice. Then I lost count. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He put his hands over his head, whispered to me to use him, and adrenaline surged into my bloodstream. Another weekend I fucked him into exhaustion, the days are a blur, the moments at night are bright and burned into my brain. I’d never played with nipple clamps before; now I have my own set. Wetness running down my thighs as he kneels below me licking it up as fast as he can. Shifting my hips against his and he carries me across the room speared on his cock. The strength in his body and intensity of contact surges and puts me over the edge.
He Takes me from behind one night and my legs shake so hard I’m sure they’ll collapse. His touch so tender and his body so hard. My hips constantly moving, wanting more, I finally sit on his face and trap him beneath me, flooding his face as he sucks on my clit and attempts to breathe. He takes me on my back and as he shudders inside me I lose myself, not so much blacking out but definitely not in touch with reality for a moment. What was a sudden thought turns into a romantic dinner for two, not planned as such but just the same a evening that made me feel like a princess. We play together, he talks me through an intense climax unlike any I’d ever had and I realize he’s changed my life, allowed me to be whoever I want without judgement.
Fucking silently on the beach, wanting it to last and wanting to explode all at once. Curling up tight against him, his hard cock sliding against my ass. Waking up and having him inside me before I can form the thought aloud. Meeting for lunch and thinking food is overrated, wanting the taste of him and the taste of me on him, nothing you'll find on a restauant menu. The never ending thrill of unbuckling his belt, taking his pants off him. Discovering his cock wrapped in leather for me, tying his hands over his head and rocking myself on him, coming once, twice, a dozen times.
He calls and has me talk him through my choices on a new toy. I hang up and can hardly comprehend how different this year is from the last. He sucks my toes and ties my tits and makes me want to scream. He lets me take him and tease him; pinch him, squeeze him. He calls just to come in my ear long distance, and I cream my jeans instantly. He pushes me on the counter and I long for him to tie me up, take me there, fuck me hard and make me come. I climb out of my car and he knows I have no undies on, my ass is naked under the denim and a wolfish smile slides across his face. He talks dirty to my in my ear until my climax washes over me and I explode. I find myself gagged, collared and tied as he fucks me with a vibe and tweaks my nipples until my body betrays me, flushing pink and coming for him. I push my finger up his ass with his cock in my mouth and he whimpers for me to push him over the edge. We explore one kink after another, each time going further than the last. At night I fall asleep wondering just how far we will go.
It reads like a porn novel, no one would believe its my life.
Fuck me. Oh I can pretty it up but no matter how I put it, it’ll be the same result. He won’t accept it that directly, I’m sure. We’ll have to dance around the topic and it’ll take him a while to get up the nerve to approach it. Somewhere along there my patience always snaps. He’s still thinking about the warm-up and I’m ready for the main course. If I get two seconds of leeway from him, where I can lead instead of follow its all over and the guy will never know what hit him. I’ll destroy him.
By the time he’s realized that the switches are all set to go, the buttons have all been hit and the system is running at full steam he’ll be mush. Start feeling it’s a sure thing – and it is to a point – and think its oh so easy… and then when he’s thinking any girl would be content he’ll learn rather quickly the difference between them and the woman in me. I’m older than he, and that’s some of it. I’m not looking for the same thing his high school sweetheart wanted; I want the full ride and then some. But he doesn’t even know what that means yet.
Right when the young’un will think he’s about done I’ll be warmed up and the boy will be pushed past what he thought were the limits. The learning curve will be steep, but if he can keep up with the running, the finish line will amaze him. If he can keep the motor going, he’ll have one of the most educational nights of his life. To hell with the game tomorrow, he’ll take the night instead and sleep through the next day to make up for it.
I’ll want it all. The soft nips, the hard pounding, the rolling and moving, the slapping and tasting, the touching and teasing, every bit of the taking and giving. He’ll leave knowing he’s been fucked and how. He’ll go home to a life that no longer looks the same, and have no way to explain it either. Everything hes learned he won’t be able to tell, and the tricks and bits he’ll want to try again will need to be crammed into his everyday life; Suddenly what was good before will seem wanting and the discontent he’ll have will be intense.
We’ll surface at the same place again – and he’ll be right back where he was – except now he knows what he’s missing. And because it’ll all be blurry to start with, brain boggled by the last time, he’ll start out on the same path trying to find his way through the maze. No matter which way he goes, the boy is in over his head, a night or a summer, doesn’t matter which. The road signs are hidden and the path is full of turns. If he gets lucky, he’ll find his way. Or give me room enough to create my own path and I'll show him the way. Come on fella, Fuck me.
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…
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.
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.
… He asked me what I wanted. A million little scenes play through my head before I find the words. Him, naked… for start. Love to pull those denims off him, nibble his nipples as the shirt comes off, lick along the waist of his jeans, see his precome wetting his jockey shorts. His smooth body under the bottoms, his balls all tightend up , his hard cock bobbing about. Him hot, horny, hard and mine.
What I told him however was a little softer. Most men freaked when they met a woman who thought about sex like they did. Too many playmates bail when they realize I’m not pretending; I want to fuck and suck and lick as much if not more than they do. I can be clueless at times but this one I was drawn to, had stalked for far too long to let him slip away now. I told him I want him – to be all mine – today, tonight, tomorrow. To let the rest of the world, the rest of his life disappear while he was here.
He nodded and locked the door behind him. He had a choice – so far – as to what happened. That would shift shortly...
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.
