When The Past Presents Itself To The Present

I spent some time with an old friend the other night.  The kind of time we both had missed.  The kind of time I needed with her, and I think she wanted from me as well.

The chemistry has always been there.  Sometimes, no matter what keeps you apart, you know that chemistry exists.  So it was good to spend that time together.

I had forgotten how it felt to kiss her.  I had forgotten how soft her skin was.  She had let her hair grow longer.  It was soft, straight, so nice to touch, to grasp in my fist.

I had gone in with a plan to tie her and play with her.  Once I got there, I couldn't focus on any plan, it just all happened.  I think I was nervous to some point.  I felt like there had been so much I had wanted to do, but I had to fit it all into this 3 hour timeslot.

There were alot of firsts, there were alot of go back and remember how to do this right for her.

What spectacular breasts and nipples.  You could touch and suck on them all day long (of course, that would look awkward at soccer practice LOL)

One of the greatest parts of the entire night was lying beside her afterwards.  Both of us naked, feeling her hand  across my back, runnin my fingers across her legs as she sat cross legged next to me.  We just talked.  Like we used to.  About everything.  I missed that to.  The talking, the laughing, the way our twisted minds work.

It was hard to say goodnight, but at least this time, I wasn't saying goodbye.

Choices

Do you ever wish death was upon you?
     Yet you are not ill or feel sick.
Is the dread of what haunts you such burdon?
     That it's death in your mind that you seek.

For those who have passed of the cancer,
     Or many who's hearts stop of beat.
The agony fill their dear loved ones,
     It's memories and peace they do seek.

So when you have a dispair so consuming,
     That you feel it's your life you must take.
Remember of those without choices,
     Who would gladly have traded you place.

Like A Switch

Your Voice, Your Tone, Your Hands,

Your Eyes, Your Strength, Your Force,

Envision a lightswitch...

Flip me on, I will heat, sexy and aggresive.

Can you accept the gifts I have to offer?

Flip me off, I will cool, shutdown and harden.

Be cautious in leaving me too long untouched.

Under Your Power

Under your power.
Lips on my neck.
Hands on my ass.
Inhale your scent.
Teeth on my arm.
Legs wrapped around me.
Fingertips on my nipples.
Breath against my ear.
Wetness.
Hold me down.
Knife against my neck.
Sharp.
Harsh words of warning.
Fuck you.
Flipped over.
Pay for the fuck you comment.
Cock down my throat.
Eyes red and watering.
Choking.
Can't breath.
Too bad.
Had enough?
Guess not.
Ass red and warm now.
Crawl away.
Wheres my panties.
Pulled back by one boot.
Fucked hard.
Held tight.
Smiling
Still under your power.

One Way Ticket

You have now entered my world.

Lie back, accept the pleasures, desire more.

Because I dare say,

You won't be returning to yours.

A Flogging

I follow him barefoot into the room.

It is small, 11x12 room towards the back of his home. It is equipped with a cross in one corner, 6’ black lights along the left wall, and a black muslin backdrop that drapes to the floor. The “pleasure rack” as he affectionately refers to it, is a dark wooden shelf of hooks which proudly displays a large collection of floggers, canes, clamps, and other implements of pleasure,pain, and impact. After all, he is an Emotional Pleaser as well as a Physical Sadist.

I am told to undress. As he begins some warming up music, I begin to remove my black tank top and skirt. The bra and panties are black with the bright teal and purple lace running throughout. I wondered if he would notice the care I took in selecting something prettier than just a basic black. It seems he might have. I remove my jewelry, and I stand naked in front of him.

He makes no attempts to touch my body. I feel no shame when I am with him. I feel safe. I want him to hurt me.

He asks me to step closer to the cross, and I do. I follow all his commands with no hesitation. His black leather restraints are handmade, and covered on the inside with a soft material that allows the restraint to be maintained longer. He first attaches a cuff to my left wrists, then lifts my arm up to the clip attached to a piece of large yellow chain. The right wrists is next. He tells me to spread my legs and attaches ankle cuffs and hooks them to the same size chain at the bottom of the cross. A blindfold comes over my eyes. And darkness settles in. I calm, settle.

Lightly, I feel air brush past my skin. No contact, just swishes of current. Slowly, methodically, he beings to touch me with the tails. The flogging is light at first. The warm-up is important to my taking more. He has done this before to me. He is beginning to know me. What I can take. How I can take it.

Throughout the scene, the impact is harder. He uses thuddy and stingy intermittently. I start to anticipate his strikes and he knows and counters my actions. Soft light touches with non sequential blows blast onto my back and shoulders. The tails wrap around my sides a bit and sting against the sides of my breasts.

My hands show the processing of pain. I use the soft plane of the lacquered wood to run my hands against. My painted nails scratch at it, my arms extend towards the top, palms open as I begin to receive harder, more significant blows.

At 2 or 3 points in the scene, he will stop. His hands running across my skin, checking for my warmth, my response. He will pull me back towards him and expect a relaxed response that I trust the cross will hold my weight and he will not let me fall. I believe in both and let go against him. His hands are on my nipples, squeezing, but I do not feel them. His arm or hand is against my throat, tight, but not enough to cut off circulation or air. I wish he would. I long to feel him take the breath away from me, but he doesn’t. He asks what level of pain I am feeling 1-5, 5 being a level of pain I cannot take any longer. I respond with a 2. I am glad this pleases him. He releases his grip on me, adjusts my blindfold, and stands me up to the cross again.

As I take the hard blows that follow, I know now I am able to process what he gives me. I’m not feeling it any longer. I feel impact, not pain.

At some point, I know my arms no longer reach. I felt nothing, not even blows. My arms relaxed, my legs went weak but still held me up. I was not in subspace, I'm not willing to go there yet, I want to control when that happens. I was there, in the room, and my body just did not feel anything.

And this, was exactly what I wanted.

He released me soon after that. Carefully unhooking my wrists and ankles. He removed my blindfold and turned me towards him, holding me tightly. I snuggled my head against his chest, I didn’t want to open my eyes. And I asked for more.

He chuckled and turned me around to the Cross. He did not restrain me this time. Simply, picked up a larger thuddy flogger and began a short session of heavy impact blows that again, I could not feel, but processed as though it was a back rub. I wanted it to continue. But it didn’t.

He knows what is best and escorted me to a large pillow against the wall. I was wobbly as he helped me to the floor and my head slowly cleared as we chatted about how it felt and other small talk.

I began to put back on my clothes, my jewelry. We left the room. We talked for a bit at the kitchen table. He helped me on with my coat, and walked me to my car like a gentleman.

I smiled as I drove away. I could feel the impact points now. I know the lines will show in a couple of days. And I look forward to seeing them.

Night Terror

Beasts that roam this place at night,
Lurking through shadows, out of light.
Take blood from those of weak and sick,
Promised eternity, though it's a trick.

And monsters pray on decaying flesh,
The minds of innocent, the young, the fresh.
In the black of night, of evil and lust
Under the bed, they turn to dust.

A small child wanders, under a sun,
So unaware, he's the chosen one.
His energy seeping, low across the plains,
Releasing said beasts, from ball and chain.

Deep carpet of green, the beasts they see,
Of grass and flowers, and honey bee.
The monsters they stop, turning up from their feast,
The scent of an enemy, the wicked beast.

Pure terror begins, the monsters attack,
Blood and flesh, as the beasts fight back.
The grass has vanished, the bee takes flight,
The sun has turned, as black as night.

The child screams, from the bed which he sleeps,
Visioning beasts, then monsters, awakes and weeps.
This memory he'll keep, buried deep within,
As nightmare will visit, tomorrow again.

A Letter To The Single-Tailed Whips

Dear Single-Tailed Whips,

I wanted to write and say thank you for the extraordinary experience you gave me a few nights ago.

I had been anxious for a week.  Knowing that what I would feel would be painful, but not having a clue what the experience would really hold for me.  I was nervous beyond belief, especially on the drive to see you.  I was shaking a bit.  Trying to control my nerves so it wouldn’t be so evident.

When I got to your home, what a lovely, warm and inviting environment you had prepared for me.  I saw you immediately when I entered the room.  Both of you, lying on the table.  I had not been that close to you before and obviously was not thinking clearly.

Please forgive my manners.  I know the protocol for touching.  Do not touch without asking.  I completely forgot about that when I picked you up without asking permission first.  I was horrified and embarrassed beyond belief when I realized a split second later what I had done.  It was too late, to ask after I already had you in my hand.  I wanted to sink into the ground, leave now,  I wanted to crawl under the carpet. I felt like a novice, simple, stupid.  I felt like an idiot.  I was taken down a few notches in my confidence level.

Thank you for the wine.  I don’t normally drink wine, but I think it was the right decision.  I needed to calm down.  My heart had been racing all day and I was becoming more and more insecure as the minutes ticked on.

I had brought a friend with me.  Someone I trusted to share the experience with me.  I had something to prove to him.  That I wasn’t a sissy, a baby, that I was as strong and tough as I say I am.  As I bottom to this man and am learning the beauty of submissiveness to him, I want to make sure I am not taken for granted.  As your tails made the marks on my skin, you made me look good for him, and I appreciated that.

I must say, I was again close to saying “I’m Outta Here” when your Master told me I was to be naked, no boots, no panties, the 2 things that have become my security blanket, especially in a room of people, most of who I do not know but by name.  Mortified would have been the right word.  I wanted to burst into tears.  But the look on the face of my friend…it was a chance to show him I wasn’t afraid of anything, that I would stand up to a challenge, and well, I didn’t want to embarrass him either by canceling after we were already there.  So I took my clothes off, slowly, self consciously, but I did it…I looked at him...and then I looked at you.

You have been lying there waiting patiently all evening.  And now I was being “examined”.  How uncomfortable did I look?  Yea, I’ll bet.  Never ever allowed someone to look at me in that manner.  Although it was not invasive, it was still very intimidating and made me totally uncomfortable.  There are just parts of my body that I don’t have a comfort level with…but that didn’t seem to matter to anyone else in the room.

Your Master required I refer to him as “Sir” during our scene.  All responses and addresses should be followed or begin with “Sir”.  I shot a double glance at my friend.  He just smiled. He just kept fucking smiling no matter what.  God he knew that was going to be hard for me.  He was taking far to much pleasure in my mental discomfort.   How was I going to pull this off.  I didn’t want to show disrespect, but at the same time, I didn’t know if that was something I would be able to do.  What I realized it did for me…was put me in a frame of mind.  A place I needed to be in order to allow your tails to do their work.  And I did.

I was half relaxed from the wine, half anxious from the questions and waiting for the past 30 minutes as I was placed in front of the fireplace, my elbows and arms on the mantel.  My back now to you, I could hear you move through the air.

I remember the first contact.  It was soft, whispy.  I also remember the first real sting I felt.  I remember thinking “What the fuck am I doing” and remaining still in anticipation of the next impact.

Your focus was placed on my ass and legs most of the scene.  This was not what I had expected.  The most sensitive area of my body for impact.  I didn’t know how to process the pain.  When your cousin the flogger was applied to my back, all the pain processed through my fingertips.  On my ass, over my legs, I tried to push it through my toes, it seemed the most logical place.  I started to shake, a cold kind of transition.  I didn’t know how to handle what I was receiving and I was not willing to ask for help.

                                                  A bandaid will make everything better

Processing the pain you gave me, pushed it’s way out in one of the worst ways I would have chosen.  Through my tears.  I started to cry.  It wasn’t crying because I was sad or unhappy.  The tears were the only way the energy was leaving my body.  I hated it.  I hate to cry.  It shows weakness to me.  It shows weakness of me.  If I go to tears, I feel like I’ve shown failure and my complete lack of ability to be strong.  Failure is acceptable for others.  Failure is NOT acceptable for me.  God, why couldn't I stop crying.

Your tails on my back were stingy as well.  But the processing was much easier.  Through my fingertips I felt the energy leave.  I was used to that.  It was comfortable.

Uncomfortable hit once again as I was turned and now felt you so near my face.  I was ordered to hold my tongue out for you.  I thought it was a joke.  I was terrified at that point. Of disobeying, of embarrassing my friend, of embarrassing myself.  I didn’t do it immediately, but after a look from the two men in the room, I consented that it was not a joke, and presented my tongue.

I actually felt my pussy get wet when I felt your tails touch the tip of my tongue, the tip of my nose.  I was in an element that was the farthest out of control I had possibly imagined.

Your final blows were directed again towards my ass and legs.  You were swift, thorough, and I felt nothing after that.

The next day, I took pics just in hopes of capturing some of your impression.  I hope you like it.  The red welts are amazing.

1 Day Later

Dear Single-Tailed Whips, Thank you for touching my body.  Thank you for teaching me about myself.  Thank you for giving me that first time experience.  Praise goes to the one whom you've chosen to throw, you have done well in your selection.

                                                                     3 days later

Chaps~ 

And She Writes...

... The plan was, for him to follow her to the motel, to continue now with what they both knew to expect.  Very unexpectedly,  he reaches over and begins to touch the soft skin of her face, the back of her ears.  She moans softly and moves her head against his hand.  She had only attempted body contact with him once, to sit beside him at the bar.

Turning slightly, she begins to kiss his fingers, lightly licking and sucking to tease and fill him with anticipation.  He unbuckles his seat belt and leans over to kiss her lips.  It is the first time they had kissed and sparks shoot through her and she can feel more moisture release from inside.  She hadn’t even thought about kissing him.  All that had been in her mind was how much she wanted to pleasure him.  In her mind, the visions of taking him into her mouth.  The kiss was exceptional and she tried to control her breathing to not sound too excited.  Wondered did it work.  She reaches up and touches his face.  His tongue feels so good inside her mouth.  His hands on her neck, touching her face.  She longs to take if further…

She is in her own car now, leading him to a place where he will stay the night.  She is smiling to herself, excited and a little shocked that he has accepted her invitation.  She thinks of what she wants to do to him, barely paying attention to the road in front of her.  As she meets him at the front desk, she gently nudges up against him to see if he pulls away and hoping that he hasn’t re-thought his decision during the short drive over.  She is even more excited when he nudges back.

Entering the room, she is more comfortable than she expected.  Why did she feel so comfortable with him?  Maybe, it was because she would be in control this night.  It had already been discussed.  Her focus, was to provide him with oral pleasures, his agreement, was to let her have her way tonight.

Again, he kisses her.  She is ready to melt and the thought of doing more than just suck on his cock was pushing its way back into her mind.  In her head, she kept repeating, this was not the night.  She had already decided and needed to follow through with her original intentions.  His hands in her hair, on her skin.  His lips on hers.  She kneels down to help remove his shoes and uses that opportunity to help him slide his shirt off as well.

The sight of the hair on his chest, the bare skin that should be off limits to her.  It was exhilarating and she leaned to kiss and suckle a nipple.  She wasted no time in moving her hands to the buttons on his jeans excited to find out what was beneath.  He stood as she pulled the denim down and a wonderfully shaped erection sprang to attention in front of her.  He was beautiful, wonderfully shaped, and enticing.  While her first instinct was to take it entirely in her mouth, she held back long enough to gently lick and tease around the hood, sliding her tongue along the shaft and then sucking it in.

He asks for one thing.  To see her breasts, and she agrees.  “Keep control girl” she keeps saying to herself as her shirt is removed.  She doesn’t recall the manner in which he unsnaps her bra so quickly, but she remembers keeping the fabric to her, for as long as possible, just to keep him interested.

Much of what happens now mixes in her mind.  The sequences not as clear as what was happening.  She remembers loving the feeling of his hands gently pulling back her hair so he can watch.  She remembers stroking up and down while she sucks.  She remembers bring him so near, so many times, and then slowing to make each moment with him last just a little bit longer.  She can recall lying between his legs and the moans that come from him as she slides down to engulf his balls into her mouth.  She sucks on them.  He smells musky and sensual.  So many times, she begins to think about having more.  How it would feel to have him inside of her.  To feel his hips move under her.  So many times, in her head, she must pull herself back to the task at hand.  Not letting her mind wander was important.  Feeling as though she has teased him long enough, she climbs up next to him and watches his eyes smile.  She leans down and whispers into his ear, gently nibbling as she goes.  The whispers bring agreements to his lips. She hopes the answer will be yes as she has longed to swallow all that he has to offer her.  Long sucks, slow strokes, gentle biting and licking…it has all come to the point of now and he begins to shake as she sucks him down..  He wants the softness of her sucking as he ejaculates into her mouth, his voice makes her so excited and she loves the feeling of the hot liquid that keeps filling her.   When he is spent and relaxes back, she climbs up next to him and they roll their fingertips across each others bodies.

Having discussed many things earlier, she knew this would be the time to test a new skill.  Remembering his words, she lightly begins to run her fingers along the shaft of his penis.  It surprises her that even though he has just climaxed, he is quickly growing rigid again.

Now things get very blurry, as she thinks about how he began to suck on her breasts, his lips, his fingertips.  She is becoming so wet and every other thought is to peel her jeans off and climb on top of him.  To slide down him and fill him inside of her.  His hands on her, she can still see it.  She can still feel his sucking on her hard nipples.  His goal is to bring her to climax but she cannot let that happen.  As he sucks, she comes so close, to close, to the point and finds interruptions in her mind to keep her from fulfilling his goal.  Again, this night is about him, and seeing how much pleasure she can bring him.

The sight of his hand on his cock, masturbating between her breasts.  How she loved it when he manipulates the head, spreading some pre-semen onto her nipple.  The sight and sound, and smell of him as he slides his cock between her breasts.  That wonderful intense feeling as he is above her now, fucking her mouth with his cock.  She is ready to cum – “STOP STOP STOP” she says in her mind and she is wrapping her legs around him to remove the pressure against her clit so she won’t cum.  Does he have any idea what affect he is having on her.

She so loves watching the cum spurt from the tiny opening, watching it spew onto her chest and she loves to rub it and fill its creamy silkyness on her body.  But she longs for the chance to have it back in her mouth, to suck and lick and not waste a drop of his offerings.

The last minutes she spends with him are wonderfully pleasing.  He is lying peacefully, under the covers.  Her fingers are gliding over his back and she so much wants to remove her clothes and climb in beside him.  In her mind, she goes back and forth but something he said, helps her with her decision.  With the words that will ring in her ears “that’s another night”, she kisses him softly goodbye and leaves the room.  It is these words and the memories of the past 7 hours that make her clit sensitive and her juices flow every time she thinks about it.  She is happy she did not allow herself to give into her normal selfish pleasures.  She will stay excited thinking of those moments and memories and the chance of ever seeing him again.  And she writes…..

The Lake

…we pack up some food and drinks and throw a couple of sleeping bags into the back of your truck…we drive for awhile, I don’t know anything about that area so I’m content in just sitting back and listening to the favorite music selections you have playing…holding your hand, moving my fingers lightly up and down the sensitive part of your palm, looking out the window, but feeling your eyes on me even though I’m looking away…the sky is bright blue with soft white clouds floating high above….the sun is shining…it is cool out as it is still before 10am, but there is a promise that it will be getting warmer as the day goes on…

As we drive towards the mountain, I see long glimpses of landscape, desolate, nobody around…just the trees, tumbleweeds and hard thirsty earth…and I begin to fantasize…the two of us, out there, in the middle of nowhere, under the sun Gods, our bodies naked of all clothing..you are on your back and I straddle above you…the sun on my body feeling so sensual…your hands touching my skin…my breasts…my nipples…I move myself above your lips…and slowly lower as your tongue extends to enter me….

You pull into a campground area as my fantasy is interrupted and I must quickly readjust myself to hide what I have been thinking…my panties now wet from the thoughts of what you were about to do…

Looking over at you and seeing you smiling…maybe you already know what I was thinking…..

You lean over and begin to kiss me…not the first time this morning, but definitely just as exhilarating…the passion of your long luxurious kisses are intoxicating…the taste of you lingers in my mouth for hours after each time I am forced to leave you….But you know you have that affect don’t you….

We finally pull away from each other and I quickly take a moment to adjust my clothing as I watch you walk around to open my door….

From the bed of your truck, we pull out a blanket and a backpack, you’ve also packed your camera and I smile thinking of how the camera could be of some fun….

You look so sexy as you pull the pack onto your back, throw the camera over your shoulder with one hand and reach out for me with your other hand….and we begin to walk…

The trail is well worn from hikers before us…again, nothing but beautiful scenery all around us…a lake, a view of the mountain, soft sweet breezes blowing, the rustling of small animals as they roam through the bushes around us…

Stopping only to take a snapshot of the view or share a drink of water…we climb higher and the trail seems to loose some of it’s commonality and begins to take on a less traveled look.  Normally, I would return to the well worn path, but you seem to sense that and take my hand as you lead me into unfamiliarity….I totally trust you and I am getting excited about where you might be leading me…

After about 30 minutes, we step from the trees and out onto the edge of a crystal clear lake, the water glistening like glass…cool and inviting…

As I stand and look at the water, you are behind me…one hand coming around my waist and pulling me close, the other lifting my hair away from my neck, allowing your lips to reach the back of my ear….I breath in as I feel you against me…you whisper my name…I’m shaking a little…you have a way of making my blood boil…

I take my eyes off the lake to turn in your direction and again, find myself enveloped in your arms as we begin to kiss…your lips on mine...our tongues touching, exploring…the sensuality of hearing you breath me in….

The blanket you lay down on a sandy area of the lake shore, there is shade from the trees that stand tall around us, but rays of soft sunlight are streaming through and landing warmly on the ground…

My shoes are off and I walk towards the lake to dip my toes it the cool refreshing water…on the way, rolling up the legs of my jeans so they don’t get wet as I wade in deeper…My back is to you and I can hear the delicate sound of your camera shutter…

I smile to myself as I think about how my next move might affect you…my arms raise slowly in the air, playing with my hair, then down to my waist and around my ass…I begin to tug at the edges of my tank top and pull the sides up from where they were tightly tucked….slowly..my back still to you…I begin to lift the material up my torso and over my head….I can hear the shutter sounds becoming faster….and I turn slightly to walk a little ways across the shore, just to give you a slight side view of my tanned back and contrasting white lacy bra that restrains my breasts and erect nipples….

There is an old log nearby and I lay the tank top across one of the branches…I turn towards you and watch your smile behind the camera as you are watching my fingers begin to unbuckle my belt, and then move down to the buttons on my jeans….slowly lowering the zipper…as the top of my white lace panties peek out…

You almost forget to keep taking photos as I am facing the lake and begin to remove my jeans…placing them on the branch next to my top…and now I stand before you, in the sunshine, in just the sheer garments that leave only imagination to work with…

I reach around and unclip my bra…the shoulder straps dropping slowly down my arms, and the bra too, is now placed next to the rest of my clothes….

I wrap my arms across my breasts and turn slightly, smiling at you…then, around, and walk deeper into the water…

I cannot even feel the chill of the lake against my skin, the desire to entice you is so strong…the wonderful feeling of teasing you and the erotic knowledge of your photographs…I take a breath, and plunge into the cool water…

My hair is wet, droplets of water across my skin and sparkling from my eyelashes, as only my shoulders and head are visible to you from where I emerge…you are still taking pictures, but I can see the telltale bulge at the front of your shorts indicating to me that you find this display just as erotic to watch and photograph as I find it to be watched and photographed….

I begin to walk out of the lake, directly towards you…water dripping from me, the wet fabric of my panties clinging to my freshly shaven pussy…there is an area on the old log that is without bark, and smooth, and I lift myself upon it and lie back to both dry off and give you more opportunity to be creative with your photographs….

I feel fingertips on my skin…and I open my eyes to find you standing over me...you no longer hold the camera, and your shirt is now off…

I release myself to the pleasures that overwhelm my body as your lips begin to pleasure me…sliding from my mouth in your signature long sensual kiss, down my neck,,,again hearing you whispering my name in my ear….you kiss my breasts, but tease me by not touching my nipples…you move down my stomach, and my lefts spread themselves in hopes of feeling your tongue, your fingers, your cock…..

But you do have plans…and as you return to my ears for nibble, you whisper softly….”touch yourself for me”….and I obey…

The camera lens is again targeted towards me…vulnerable, almost completely naked, on the old log, under the sunlight…and my fingers are pulling aside the small amount of damp material that still covers me…you maneuver yourself around to get a better angle as my finger tips lightly touch just the tip of my clit…it glistens from the juices that have been escaping since the first moment you kissed me that morning…

The shots you are taking are incredible…the soft pink tissue, the folds of flesh that glisten with from the moisture that covers them….my fingers as I begin to penetrate myself…

You must have some relief and even though my eyes are closed and I am enjoying being the center of your attention, I can hear the zipper of your shorts and know that you have brought out something to play….

My eyes open as I feel you press up against my lips…I look up at you with the eyes that you know, the look that you know..the look I give you when you know I want nothing more than to please you by sucking the solid flesh you have offered, deep into my mouth…and I do…

My fingers continue to slide along my clit and as you fuck my mouth…Even now, from above me, with your cock in my mouth, you continue to photograph…and still, the knowledge of it happening is erotic…

I have a rhythm against my clit, it is one you are familiar with, and my back is arching…you pull yourself from me and watch and photograph as you tell me of the climax you want to see…

My mouth opens as I gasp for breath..my body wriggles and ungulates as I feel the climax grow closer…I keep the same rhythm but with more pressure against my clit as I open my eyes, and look at you….your eyes come from behind your camera if just for a moment and that is when I feel the first wave come over me…my eyes are wide, my mouth opens and I moan loudly out into the mountain air…

The feeling starts from deep inside, and it feels like the orgasm that is releasing flows liquid out and around the insides of my pussy…I feel the muscles inside of me contract and there is a streak of energy that shoots through my clit.  I continue to rub with the same rhythm, only harder for the second orgasm is on its way and I want it even more…

When my body has finished, I go limp from exhaustion, and you lean down and whisper “thank you”….I take your hand and you lead me back to the blanket….I lie back and smile..falling into a light sleep with the sound of your camera shutter slowly fading……

About an hour later, I awake…to the gentle touch of your hand on the small of my back…lying on my tummy, I turn my head from side to side…my clothes are now folded neatly next to our blanket..as are yours…and I no longer am wearing my panties…I can see them…carefully placed across the log I had been masturbating on…drying in the summer sun…

I begin to roll over but your hand presses down on my back..I submit and relax back onto the blanket…then there is the feeling…of your lips..on my skin…starting on my shoulders,,,then moving their way down my back..and across my buttocks, where they stop and kiss gently…and I feel small gentle squeezes from your hands as well….

 

Your lips move up my back and in my ear, you whisper my name again…knowing the sound of my name whispered in my ear will once again, bring around an insatiable arousal…As you whisper my name, something else escapes your lips, I can’t quite make it out…but something inside of me stirs…a deep, primal stirring…of taboo and naughtiness….all the things a beautiful woman should not possess, at least in old wives tales….

I realize what your words had been as one of your hands presses firmly on my back and the other slides to the gentle cleft at the top of my ass….

The sensation as you touch me rushes through my body.  The realization of what is about to happen is sensual and forbidden…my hips raise as you touch me and trace your finger around the opening…priming me for the ultimate penetration…something we have yet to share….more fluid flows into my pussy as I feel the tip of your head, press up against me..the threat/anticipation of being taken by someone such as yourself…and then…the ultimate fulfillment as you push your way into me..the tightness enveloping your cock…the sensual savageness of what you are doing takes me to the limits of my mind…the feeling of your body pressing up against me, of your cock inside of me, yet again, but differently….and I begin to cum…..and so do you……

I Woke Up This Morning.....

And I wanted….

I wanted to see her face, her smile, the color of her eyes.

I wanted to touch her skin, the softness, the silkiness.

I wanted to smell her scent, pure, clean, and real.

I wanted to grab her shoulders and twist her body.

I wanted to wrap her in rope and bind her tightly.

I wanted to run my hands roughly up her torso pushing fleshy mounds of breast up towards the sky.

I wanted to play with the nipples that I remembered as round and hard.

I wanted to put pieces of her flesh in my mouth and bite down, leaving marks that would last through the week.

I wanted to move the palm of my hand across her face, over her lips.

I wanted to see fear mixed with sanctuary in her eyes.

I wanted to breath past her ears, making her flesh tingle.

I wanted to place my hand flat on her pubic bone and feel the pressure as she pushed against it.

I wanted to hear her breath deeply, to watch her chest rise.

I wanted to see her body betray her desires.

I wanted to hear her beg…for more.

I wanted to hear her scream…to stop.

I wanted to hear her laughter.

I wanted to roll her across the bed.

I wanted to pull her down to the floor.

I wanted to drag her from room to room.

I wanted to anoint her body with oils.

I wanted to spread her legs, her arms.

I wanted to hold her captive at my will.

I wanted to lick her clit.

I wanted to feel the tightness around my fingers as I slid them through the moistened opening.

I wanted to cover her mouth so her moans were not heard.

I wanted to press my wrist against her clit while my fingers continued their penetrative assault.

I wanted to know that moment when I found what I was looking for.

I wanted to look her in the eye, as I watched her body begin to shake.

I wanted to feel the heat of the orgasm radiate through her blood.

I wanted to hold her limp and seemingly lifeless body as it melted from the release.

I wanted to cover her with frenzied kisses.

I wanted to whisper how I’ve missed her.

I wanted to hold her so tightly I embedded myself into her soul.

I want….

I want…

I want to start all over again tomorrow, until my desires become reality.

Tell Me What You Want

Envision the motel room.

I'm face down, my head shoved into the pillows at the head of the king size bed.

His body holding me down as I fight.

A thick cock buried deep into my ass...

Want to hear about it?

Tell Me What You Want

10:30am

“I will use you at 10:30am”

She lies awake thinking of those words. How they sent a surge of excitement and fear through her. “You know what to do” he had written.

Yes, she had known what he would expect of her. His words had been quite clear. She was to be used as his toy, as something for him to gain whatever deviant pleasure he desired. She knew there would be no tenderness, no sweetness, just the animalistic surges of his needs. She prepared herself accordingly.

As she thinks back to the morning events, her hand reaches down to touch herself. His grasp around her throat as he kissed her. The wonderful feeling of his cock entering her mouth. Feeling his excitement grow as she gagged and gasped, her eyes beginning to water.

Looking up at him from her purposeful place, she was performing as he had expected. He smiled, and she could only desire to give him more. His beautifully sculptured naked body lay back across the dark brown leather chair. How hard he had been, how strong, his muscles flexing as he pushed her head down farther so that her lips had touched the base and her gagging had become violent.

…she was on her knees, facing the chair. He had been behind her and she felt his cum hit her back. The warmth of each spurt had pelted her skin. She would have loved to have it rubbed in, like a fine lotion, she had earned it.

She feels well used as she closes her eyes…proud to remain as his gift.

HER GIFT

“Where are we going?” she asks as she drove through the busy streets. He smiles at her and his eyes sparkled. Her heart rate had started increasing the moment he slid into the passenger seat of her car. He had unzipped his shirt. His chest and abs exposed to her, they leaned towards each other and kissed for the first time. She melted as his hand came up around her neck, threatening to tighten. The excitement of what he might have planned was making her head swim. She smiled at him, and they began to drive.

He instructed, and she did as she was told, finally pulling into the garage door of the old gray building. Her plan today, was to do just as he asked. No questions, no objections, just be the object of his sexual desire. She was not to expect fulfillment except to know that she had pleased him.

She stayed a step behind as he led her through the door. Once inside, it looked like any other adult store. Books, magazines, movies, and toys lined the shelves, the more expensive items protected by the clear glass counters.

He led her through the heavy black curtain. She had never entered a place such as this. The corridor was dark, except for a colored bulb which glowed barely enough to light the path. She could see doors on both sides of the hall. Some had lights above them, some, did not. She was about 10 steps into the corridor when she realized where she was, and she hesitated.

He was expecting the hesitation and immediately she felt his hand at the back of her neck, pushing her forward. He was behind her so he could not see her eyes darting nervously from one row of doors to the other. A man stood near the end of the hall. She looked at the floor to avoid eye contact. His hand still strongly against her neck brought her to a door that had a red light glowing above it. He opened the door to the right and pushed her inside.

The room was small, barely big enough for 2 people. A single chair . A screen for movies? A circular dark area towards the bottom of the wall. She turned as he locked the door. He removed his jacked and she watched, not sure what to do or what he wanted. Why did he choose here? He told her to remove her jacket as well. She did as he requested and he placed it on the back of the chair.

His bike pants slid down quickly, he sat her onto the chair and before she knew it, her mouth was around his cock. He was not fully hardened yet and she brought her lips all the way down the shaft to meet the base. Her fingers pushed against his skin as he pushed her head deeper onto her.

He wanted to see how far she could take him as he kept growing. He was long and beautiful, the girth swelling as she moved her tongue. She gaged, she tried to take it deeper, but she panicked from lack of air and tried to pull back. He felt this and pushed her against him harder.

She tried to relax her throat, to remain in control of herself. She wanted to please him, she wanted to submit as she had promised. She worried he would be dissatisfied. She couldn’t do it, and she dug her nails into him as she pushed back. He told her to get his cock back in her mouth, but again, there was a hesitation as she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. SMACK! His open hand came across her face in one strong release. She had never been hit, the feeling of being abused in such a way made her wet and she immediately wrapped her lips back around him. Again, he began to fuck her face. He had promised he would be brutal with her, and she now believed in his capability.

Through all this, she had heard noises, like something sliding back and forth. She had some sense of what it might be, but she couldn’t figure out how anyone could be watching from that small circular area. She tried to look, turn her head, but he controlled her focus and she found his cock deeper down her throat. Again, she would gag and gasp for her breath, tears making clear vision impossible.

He pulled the purple straps of her bra down around her arms, creating a bit of bondage. He removed her breast from the cup and molested her nipple. Still, her moist mouth doing it’s best to prove worthiness. He made her stand, pull down her pants and turned her to lean over the chair. She did as she was told, thankful for a break to breath and let her eyes stop watering from the gagging. He pulled the purple lace panties down and she felt his fingers against the wetness between her legs. She began to protest, but he calmed her and she trusted he would do nothing of risk. She returned to her position and allowed his hand to do as he wished.

Her pants down around her thighs, he stood her up and turned her again towards him. She was made to squat down lower and his cock was forced back into her mouth. The taste of something familiar. A blindfold was placed over her eyes, and all of her remaining senses went on high alert.

It happened quickly, there really wasn’t time to process what he was doing. Her head was pulled from his cock and turned to the left. She felt a surge of excitement as she realized there was another cock entering her mouth. This cock was unknown, plump, hard. His hand kept pushing her harder against this new cock, she was told to suck it like the cunt she was. She knew she wanted to please him but she began to gag and panic from lack of air again…she pulled away. She hesitated as he pushed her back towards the strange cock, it was the wrong choice…WHACK! His open hand came down across the other side of her face. She gasped and immediately put herself back at his disposal. She had agreed to be used however he desired. She again was pushed towards the hole and the cock was down her throat again. His hand was on her throat as he pushed. She lost herself in the moment of what was happening.

He pulled her away from the strange cock and moved her to the side as he sat in the chair. Leaning back, he pulled her head onto him pushing down, she could not pull up, she wanted to, she didn’t want to, it was an internal battle of will, but his hand was what kept her there. She felt him pulsing and she pulled up enough to taste his cum as he let go in her mouth. It was warm and delicious.

Her gift to him is not complete. There are more holes he has still to violate. Violations that he has promised.

Wednesday Night Rope Practice..and other shit

warning...nothing sexy in this post...just ramblings/rants....so just warning you....

I have a good friend who is just getting into the BDSM community and seems to have found the same love for rope as I have.  He has a date this weekend and I am so excited for him.  She wants to be tied up and I offered to be a test dummy for him so he would have a little practice before the big event. 

Margaritas and balsamic hummus were an awesome start to the evening, especially after a shitty day at work (for another post).

His wife had taken their girls to dinner and a movie so we would have time for a couple of hours of practice.  Hard to explain to the kids why daddy is tying up the stranger lady in mommy and daddys bedroom.....

I had him blindfold me.  One reason, I am really bad about being Toppy and I would have had a comment about his knots or how he was tying if I could see.  The other reason...I just needed to let go for a few minutes, let something have time off...I need that so bad right now.

About 30 minutes into practice, a guy a get to play with right now showed up.  I had off handedly offered that he could join us if he was bored, but he usually has other things going on so i was pretty sure he wasn't going to be there.  Turns out I was wrong.  It was good for him to be there though, helped my friend with some different ties, and it felt good being blindfolded and in the presence of two men I totally trusted and the freaking truth is, nothing happened, except rope.

Went for a drink afterward with the playmate.  Discussed the situation over the past weekend,  some "assignment" type articles that really didn't make sense to me, but it's what he wanted so I was willing to do that.  I don't know, the conversation probably wasn't what I was hoping for, but then, I need to stop hoping and just let happen what happens.  One part of it, the part that kind of got under my skin was the term "if your looking for a relationship"...ok, WTF?  I remember both of us saying "not planning on changing any of what we have now" ..meaning our marriages...our family status..it was safe..thats why he was a great playmate..i didn't have to worry about any of that.  So now, when he says this to me, it just pisses me off.. Like,,What the fuck did I do or say that made you think I was looking for anything more than a playmate?...So pretty much, didn't get past that whole thing in my mind.. We talked about other stuff...not sure what...my brain was ready to explode and I felt like I was heading into that self destructive side.  Things get to be out of my control and it's easier to just push it all away and start over later.  I've walked away before.  It's my reactionary side, my protective shield...remove yourself from it and it' goes away....yea, learned by hurting myself and other people that I loved that isn't the way to handle the situation.

I have a pattern in my personality that i get annoyed if people read into me what they think I'm thinking, feeling, what my perspective is.  They can't know whats' in my head, and just because it's in theirs, doens't mean that is me or my reactions.  Then again, I don't tell them much about what my perceptions are either.  They ask, and I usually tell them what I think they want to hear...well, used to anyway...now I just don't tell them at all.  Easier that way.  changing the subject is what I do best.  Gotten quite good at it.

But then, I think about what he said.  Relationship. Yea, maybe he's right, but i'm not looking for a "relationship" like in the normal terms...but yes, I am looking for something more committed where I'm not just "fun to play with" (I'm so sick of hearing that term) but I'm actually something IMPORTANT, something DESIRED for.  I want to be a FAVORITE thing in someones life, if even for just a short time.  I don't need a lifelong committment, I have that in my husband.   I certainly don't need monogomous, fuck, that just messes with everything.  I do, however, ask for more than just a 2 hour playsession once a week.  And maybe that's what he is saying is too much.   And I realized, I had let too much of my control go.  It was too early.  I knew not to do that.  FUCK!

He asked what I want. Hopefully, by tonight, I will actually get the balls to speak it.   but this morning...all I want to do is tuck back under the covers and sleep until it doesn't feel like this anymore.

The Dungeon Mistress - Scotts Story

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Is It Friday Yet?

Even though I'm not working full days at the warehouse right now, Friday still can't get here fast enough.  There is one downside to Fridays though.  No play plans for the weekend.

Tonight is a play date.  I love play dates.  A few hours of kinky and sexual indulgence that keeps me semi-balanced through the week.  This playmate is into rough play, very rough.  I love the struggle with him, the battle of wills, the physical altercations, and the final fuck.  Good stuff for phone sex too..just sayin’.    

The worst part of any good play date is the drop when they are gone.  My drops tend to hit pretty quickly.  I have learned to identify them.  Know about the timeframe when they start.  I’m usually prepared.  Thankfully, my drops are short lived if I know when I’ll get my next date or “fix”. 

Bottoming is fairly new to me.  Not because I am not submissive, but mostly because it has taken me some time to find those elements of attraction, trust, and acceptance that all combine in a delicate symphony and allow me to slowly let go.  I have desires to be more submissive, but as always, my issue has been control.  It manifests itself in a brat form, but the truth being, I’m testing.  I have to know they are in tune with who I am and what I want. 

Somewhere, I think there is a Top or Dom book that only the males have access to..or maybe it’s just years of practice.  I only say males because I haven’t seen this book and I know I can’t do what they are doing…what is that you ask?  It’s that thing where they look at you and know that you’re hiding a desired bottom side of you under an exterior of sarcasm, denial, and Topping. 

There are a couple of Tops in my life right now that I am excited to share my submissive side with.  They both have different affects and create different desires in the way I approach my play with them.  This is good, creates variety, and keeps me from obsessing.  Unfortunately, I’m limited to one date per week with the one who leaves for weekends, and the other is on an undefined period of lockdown (long story that even I don’t fully understand). 

Knife play is fun with the date for tonight.  He enjoys cutting off articles of clothing.  He goes about it slowly, methodically….it’s hot.  Goodwill and Value Village are shopping locations of choice.  I’ve warned that we will not be cutting off my French bras and expensive panties.  That’s a hard limit.  “RED” if you will.  I’ve never been much of a clothes person. I don’t enjoy shopping.  

The thought of having to hit the thrift store again this afternoon before our date is not something I look forward to.  Just the shopping part is what I am pouting about.  The part about picking out something fun for him to cut is exhilarating…ahhh, but I procrastinated...as usual, although in my defense, he didn’t “tell” me it was going to be a “rip her clothes off” kinda date until late last night.  Poor excuse? Yea, probably, but it’s the best one I got for now.