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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?
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.
I don’t understand it. I don’t even pretend to understand it. Anyone else and I’d be the pull, the push, the drive behind it. And then he comes along. I keep thinking the same way… but when he walks in the room it all flies out the window. All the urges that seem to be automatic in me disappear. Well, not all of them but enough of them. I could push, I could take it over, but Instead I have this overwhelming sense of giving in, giving up, giving over to him. I’m beyond myself trying to understand it. I keep thinking this next time it’ll be my way… and 15 seconds into it, I’m craving it – whatever you want, however you want. Toss me and tease me, taste me and turn me…take me. I’ve wandered off the map and I’m not sure where I am. The streets all have the right names, but are going in opposite directions, the compass faces due south, and the world has turned upside down. I suspected it might happen some day and I would struggle through it –but I was wrong. It is happening, I’m beyond content, it’s a fulfilling excitement; I feel precious, female, worshipped and adored. Its an amazing thing... and it completes me.
Yes, in that totally overwhelming way that keeps my brain from functioning and almost any subject that crosses my mind turns into a flash of the adventure which then stops the current subject from consideration…. While my outside may be calm and collected, Able to function as it does everyday – inside pieces are still melting, feeling the fullness, seeing the eyes as the explosion happens, memory of the feel of the hardness growing in my mouth, the tender touch that explodes, the slightly swollen mouth from passionate kisses, the feel of tongue between my legs, strong hands on my waist and hips, sheer strength supporting me, body betraying every sensible thought, one explosion after another repeating, dampness between my legs. And although its meant to calm the need, a little leads to more, and then again, and the appetite grows when it was expected to be fulfilled. Craving, blood pulsing and wanting more although the body knows its had enough, the mind goes ravenous. Oh yeah, totally fucked
Pure unadulterated rage. Just courses through my blood, body throbs, feel the adrenaline rise as the thoughts go round and round in my head, no place to escape. What should be a tiny annoyance becomes an all-encompassing passion, want to rip out their throat, demolish that high and mighty attitude, hurt them. Not just pinch or punch them. Destroy them, injure them so every moment they know they did you wrong, and will be reminded for it every step they take. Not that the realization has ever occurred to them – they've done something that to them is just and fair and honors them, but destroys someone else's self, someone else's view of the world. Oblivious the one goes on, expecting everything and getting it mostly because folks don't know how to withhold from them, the other limps through the day, giving in, giving all, waiting for someone to realize just how injured they are, how they hurt and how badly they feel others have treated them. Anger is such a screwed up emotion. Everyone has it, no one is supposed to, and you're thought of badly for exposing it yet told not to hold it in as that is damaging as well. Pure rage, and sometimes its more about the helplessness of being angry than it is about the anger itself. What a lousy world we live in.
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.
“I want my face between your thighs, my mouth on your pussy”
… there’s something to be said for a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to say so.
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.
Reading the stories, it’s easy enough to plug yourself into them. The other player in the story becomes someone else every time – or perhaps you’ll put together a fantasy person to play with. But then take the idea out and look at it with another, Share it, discuss the details, and soon the fantasy takes on some hard edges. A simple conversation about an imagined event can start the juices flowing and you get a little heated. Possibility abounds in your mind, the story is set aside, and life goes on. Then one day fast forward to an unexpected opportunity and the dance begins. A little flirting, a little more, one step leads to many; the evening takes on a bright shiny glow. You take a turn off the usual path, take a few more steps and suddenly it occurs to you here’s the story! Not Exactly, not perfectly; Things are slightly off, the elements of it are all there… a bit from the discussion, a tad into the imagined version of the story taken off the page. A little further, you think there is no way you will go there…and then you do. Not only do you find yourself in a place you never planned to be at, but you go right past the original spot. The thoughts inspired by the story not only live, but become a much bigger event. The treasured memory is oh so much hotter than any fictional tale; more than the discussion about it; the memory totally explodes the boundaries you had set for the fantasy.
What does it say when the fantasy is duller than your reality?
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.
Would you believe me if I said “its complicated”?
Fiction, good solid fiction, comes alive. The story may be detailed or may not but in your head, in your mind you can picture it, perhaps think it, feel it, occurring. Part of your mind knows it can’t all be true, it’s too far out there for someone to have experienced it. Too vivid in color, the interactions too harsh, specifics too bold. Descriptions perhaps too exact to be reality, statements and actions too extreme to be experienced. But you want to believe it and for a moment you do. Good fiction is hard to find and more complex to write.
Truth is difficult to determine. The whole truth rarely shown. But in each rant, each random thought put to paper, there is a direction that was shaped by real life. Somewhere in the story lives an idea or action that has or is occurring. The detail is too rich to be anything but truth. Feelings they say are fleeting but the impact they have is long lasting. Facts are colored by those feelings as well as the time between they day they happened and the day they are discussed. What one sees as facts the other may not recognize, truth is in that way subjective. Truth that is, or was, or perhaps will be.
Are these Fiction or Truths that I post? Yes.
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.
Just because I can doesn't mean I will. Just because I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't.
If Life is what happens when you're making other plans, and rules are made to be broken; Then its all an adventure, and every turn in the road will lead to a different path.
Ever wonder if there's a parallel universe out there? That you made a different decision and a slightly different you is living with that result somewhere else? I'd like a moment to ask those other me's about the other answers. The ones I thought about and even the ones I never considered.Don't really believe the answers would impact this reality, just curious as to what other life i could be living elsewhere.
Is everything fated from the beginning or does every point of our existence create the next?
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.
Heat. Almost melting the clothes containing.
Damp Heat, fast transferring from inside to outside
Stripped clean quickly
Heat. Held between my hands
Hard heat, blood pumping ever harder
Smooth slick and slightly wet
Heat. Hot breath against it
Tongue wraps around, deep within
Throat full with the throbbing
Heat, as tempo speeds up
First inside then outside, wet slick spit
Twitch then throb, thrust in deep
Heat. Past the tonsils
Sticky sweet cream filling
Soft sucking, licking clean
Heat.
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…
… 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.
Opened the door and first thing he noticed was pink. Little frosty pink toenails. Sheer smooth silky legs. Dear god she had those shorts on again. Low on her hips and high on her thighs. Tight and smooth across her ass, clinging even to the dimple on her right side, not a thing under them. More pink, one of those strappy snug bra top things she delighted in wearing around him. She claimed it was all about comfort but it seemed she was always getting a sly smile on her face when she caught him staring at her nipples. Mind you those tops didn’t help hide them at all, so it wasn’t all his fault if they fascinated him.
Comfortably stretched out on the sofa reading, she was a luscious pink picture. Had to laugh at himself, he was getting fond of pink. Pink tops. Pink sweatshirt. Pink capris. Pink lace bras wrapped around pink nipples. Pink undies with a lace up back across her pink butt. Deep Pink leopard print lace. Bright pink tank top under a linen pink shirt. Pale pink satin boy short bottoms with a heart on the side. Did he mention the little pink sheer string biniki bottoms she wore under her plain jane work clothes? His current fave was peeling the shorts off her little pink bottom, all naked under those tiny denim shorts… yes, he really liked the girl in pink.
