The Hotel - Part 3 A Taste Of Things To Come

“Close your eyes, do not open them” his deep voice causes chills through my body.  I close my eyes shut and my senses heighten.

I feel his hands on me now.  Touching my body.  I hear rustling; he is moving me in place.  His lips are on my nipples as I stand unstable and trembling.   His teeth begin to nibble, the soft nibbles only lasting moments before the harder bites follow.  I am wincing in pain, but deliciously turned on by the sensation.

Opening my eyes, I can see his mouth surrounding my breast and his eyes meet mine.

“I told you to leave them closed” he growls through a full mouth of flesh, and he grabs hard at the other breast.

I am gasping for air, trying to remember to stand still, not fight him off, and still deal with the pain.  “I’m sorry Sir” is all I can manage.   He releases his grip and continues to suck on the already sore nipple.

Pain.  Delicious pain.  My breasts are already sore and tender from time spent together this week.  They feel heavy and swollen as I cup one from underneath and lift it higher for him.

He is standing now, and I am being turned.

“Walk, and keep your eyes closed” he is telling me.  I smile and trust his lead.

The curtain had been partially opened when I walked in.  I can now feel the coldness that is penetrating the large plate glass window as I get closer.   I know what is about to happen and a sudden flight response takes over.  I step back.  Wrong choice.

His large hands are forceful as he is pushing my body, uncovered up against the window.  I know I am resisting but I can’t stop.

“Open your eyes” he almost whispers.

I am watching the cars pass on one way streets below.  The brightly lit Twin Towers of the Convention Center loom in the black sky.  My eyes are darting to the people now walking up the street and I am wondering if they are looking up, and what they can see.  I am feeling panic.  I am feeling humiliated.  I am feeling aroused.  I am being pulled away.

“Lie down” he instructs as he points to a bench just to our right.  The bench is soft.  He places a blindfold over my eyes, and I lie back.

I feel the soft bandanas he keeps in his bag as they are gently tied to my wrists.  Each wrist is being secured to the bench, it feels snug, it feels wonderfully snug.  The rope is now around one of my legs, still in boots, and my knee is being lifted and pulled towards my chin and tied off.  I feel the other leg begin tied, lifted, and secured as well.  I am exposed.

Rope is on my breasts now.  The hemp feels soft, yet strong.  I am getting a soft whiff of its fragrance.  This is something I’ve really not noticed before.  It is almost an oil smell, but not chemical but earthy.  I am staring to float now.  I cannot feel the tenderness that was in my breasts but just a few minutes ago.  I feel sensations.  I hear his voice.  I am here, but not completely.

“One” he counts as a small vibrating unit is slid inside of me.  “Two” and I can feel another.  They are creating a consistent sensation, a pressure.  He leaves me to deal with it in my own way.

I am drifting in and out.  He is still tying.  He is taking his time.  He told me he would.  I love this feeling of vulnerable and trust.  My mind is wandering as I feel the sensations and allow myself this indulgence.

I can feel his hands on me.  He is tugging on the ropes.  I resurface to realize his hands are on my legs, held up in the air by rope.  The vibrating eggs are still working internally.  He is spreading me farther apart.  He is against me.  I feel his bare skin.  I feel his hands suddenly on my nipples.

“They are purple” he says to me.  “Do you want to see them?”

I am not sure if I have answered him.  It doesn’t matter.  I feel him now and gasp as he buries himself  deep inside of me without warning.  He is rough and aggressive.  He is not making love to me.  He is using me.   This is what I had wanted.  This is what I had asked for.  I can hear in his words that he is in the frame of mind that tells me I am the slut he requested.  The hole he expected.  He is using me as I should be used.

The assault continues, the eggs vibrating in the same hole he has been using for a period of time now.  My breasts feel only the erotic sensation of being touched.  The sensation feed lubricant and is seeming to excite him more.

His vocalization as he unloads himself fills the room.  I do not hear the man I submit to.  I do not hear the man who cares for and adores me.  I hear someone else, something else.  I hear an animal rage, a roar of sorts, and I feel the continuous forceful thrusts until all is expelled.

Hours have passed.  I am not sure how long I have been tied.  He slowly begins to bring me back to him.  Removing the eggs, one at a time.  My breasts, are being unbound and blood rushing back into the veins feels like a shock.  My legs are slowly being lowered, one at a time.  Each one gently let down to the ground.  My wrists, once bound tightly to the sides of the bench, are now on my stomach, and he is removing the bandana bindings.

My blindfold is still in place.  I am helped to sit up and stand, then led slowly to the bed where I am told to crawl up and lie down.  I crawl slowly, feeling for the pillows and lie down on the cold sheet.

I can feel the pressure on the mattress as he climbs onto the bed and is lying next to me.  I smile as his arms wrap around me and gentle kisses begin to access my neck and face.  He snuggles me closer, tighter in his arms.  He breaths me in and we recharge as our energies silently exchange.

“Are you happy?” he asks me.

“Yes, I am very happy” is my reply.

The Hotel - Part 2 The Way It Happened

“Crawl to me” he growls from across the room.

I am now on my hands and knees and I have never crawled to anyone nor been requested.  I am feeling oddly seductive.  A dichotomy of emotions are now welling up in my submissive heart and my dominant brain.  “What does he expect?” I am thinking.  But I already knew the answer.  He only expected one thing from me.  Trust. 

I lean forward, putting pressure onto my palms.  I glance down at my fingers spread evenly on the short carpet and admire the shine of the purple on my nails.  Looking up slowly, I let my deep brown eyes meet with his.  He is smiling, but his eyes are dark.

He has a caring but hard energy about him tonight.  The texts in the past 12 hours have been short, stern, and concise.  They have excited me and I have anticipated and wondered how this evening would play out.  I admit to myself I am enjoying each surprising twist.

The room feels much larger from the floor level.  It seems to take forever to make the journey on my hands and knees.  I lift my toes with each advance so as not to drag against the carpet and snag the black thigh high stockings I was instructed to wear.  I pass the bed on my right, the comforter and blankets neatly folded back, the dark mahogany wood entertainment center on my left, and finally arrive at his feet as he sits in the chair next to the window.

He likes me at his feet.  He enjoys the view as I sit and look up at him, adoring and waiting for his instruction.  At this moment in time, I have let go of what I feel others might think of me being in this physical and mental situation.  I only want to do what makes him happy.  How odd a feeling this is for me.  This overwhelming desire to be an unrestrained captive at this mans feet.  All the protective walls of tough and Top are shed.  I take guilty pleasure in knowing he is probably mentally restraining himself from physically having me now.

“You have made me very happy” he whispers and I see it in his eyes and his smile.  Seconds later, a stronger deeper voice follows with “You know what to do”…

My mouth is soft.  I use my lips to tighten and release the shaft, my tongue flicking in those sensitive spots that men have.  I use my throat muscles to cluck against the head.  An action he has instructed me to practice before this evening.  I can feel more growth with each contraction.  My mouth and throat are full now.  Air does not pass and I relax my mind so that I don’t panic.  I trust him.  I trust that he is caring as well as forceful.  I trust he will not let harm come to me.  And I continue to give him pleasure as he moans and growls my name.

His hands are in my hair now.  The grasp is tight against my scalp.  I close my eyes and moan.  I love the rough and primal feeling as he pushes me into him.  He knows I enjoy the force.  His pleasure is heightened, as I do not resist.  He is loves that I give myself to him fully.  My face is buried in his pelvis, and when I finally can take no more, I am pulled away, gasping and choking, drool and mucus stringing from my mouth.  He tells me to stay where I am, and he stands and walks away.

From past conversations, I know that I am no longer to try and see what is happening behind me.  I am not to sneak peaks as he prepares his ropes and toys.  Tonight, I focus on what he expects from me.  I obey his command and stay where I am.  The excitement continues to build inside of me and I shift a bit to move my wet panties against my clit, admittedly stealing a bit of pleasure without permission….

To be continued…

The Hotel - Part 1 The Fantasy

I can imagine the feeling as I begin the drive downtown.  The excitement as I take the exit leading me from the freeway a few short blocks to the hotel.  The wetness that began when he told me of his plans for this date, would now be uncontrollable as I enter the parking structure and make my way to the front desk. 

“I was told a room key would be waiting for me”,  I will explain to the young clerk at the desk.  He will let his fingers slightly touch mine as he places the keycard in my hand and, flirtatiously smiles like he knows, and points to the elevators leading to the 12^th floor.  “Have a wonderful evening” he will call as I turn and walk away.  I will smile knowing he is watching my ass. 

The elevator doors will open onto the 12^th floor and the smell of carpet freshener and freshly washed linen will hit my nostrils.  I will step onto the deep red and gold floor covering and glance at the wall plaque that points toward the pod of room numbers.  I will walk confidently to the room, stop, and turn.  1207 is the sign on the door.  I double check my last text message from him.  Yep, they match, and I will slide the keycard into the electronic box, watch the green light flash, and listen for the lock to click open. 

The room will be dark as I close the door behind me and flip the inside deadbolt as I was previously instructed to do.  I will remove my jacket and let it fall to the floor as my eyes adjust to the darkness.  I will be wearing only the garments he outlined in his instructions.

Stepping down the narrow hallway and into the dimness of the suite, I will see his sillouette against the closed curtains.  He will be sitting back in a chair.  Watching me.  I will stand and wait patiently until he speaks “what is expected of you?”. 

I will approach and immediately drop to my knees in front of him.  In the darkness, my hands will begin to unbuckle his belt, moving quickly to work through the buttons on his pants, and reaching in, I will pull out the firm flesh and begin....

Her Submission

“Do you have any questions?” he asked her.

“No Sir, I don’t have any questions” She answered back as she gazed into his eyes.

He told her those words would be the beginning of what would happen next, and she began to shake. 

“Are you ready?” his voice became quiet and deeper.

She nodded slightly and looked into his eyes.  “Yes Sir, I am” she answered, her voice echoing back in her ears.  She momentarily thought about how she needed to stop shaking.

He stepped back and folded his arms on his chest.  His eyes were dark, and they looked straight into hers.  It was now her turn.  To convince him.  This was her time to tell him what she needed, what she wanted, but most of all, to show him that she was now willing to become his.  She was about to fully submit herself to this man.  To trust him with her mind, for him to open the darkest extremes of her secret desires and plant the seeds of his own.  To trust him with her body, from torture to ecstacy, her mortal self would now be under his full command, and he would keep her nourished and alive.  To trust him with her soul and share their energy at his will.

She stood for a moment.  So many things were wondering through her mind.  This was it, she knew she wanted this.  She knew this was the right man.  She knew that he could do for her what she had longed for.  and, above all else, she knew that he truly wanted her.

Standing before him on the soft cream-colored carpet.  The only lights in the room, the soft glow of a log in the fireplace and the flicker of various candles through the room.  Her fingers trembled as she began to untie the white cotton robe that had covered her.  She slowly let the robe fall from her shoulders, and it cascaded down her back and onto the floor.

And she stood completely naked in front of him.  His expression did not change.  He made not movement.  He had not seen her body prior to this moment.  Pieces of it, a bit, bet never like this.  He had not touched her intimately.  He had not attempted to cheapen or corrupt the possibility of her purity as a submissive.  She watched for his reaction to her body, but his eyes never left hers.

Her voice trembled as she found the words she wanted to say, and as she spoke, she looked into his eyes hoping for the sign of acceptance.  His stare was intoxicating and distracting.  She must focus on the words and say only what she really meant.  He would know if she was lying, making things up just to make him happy.  This was important, and she needed to be truthful to him, and to herself.

She offered him her body, naked, uncovered, with no clothing to hide her imperfections.
She wore no makeup or polish, her way of showing him he was seeing who she was naturally and she was not hiding behind color.

She wore no jewelry, nothing to distract.

She wore no perfume.  Her natural scent and pheromones for him to inhale.

She spoke of her impatience.  A behavior that she knew was not appealing to him, but that she wanted to change.  She wanted to learn patience.  He would show her, teach her.

She spoke of being spoiled.  Getting what she wanted.  She knew he would not allow her to continue the self indulgence she had become so accustomed to commanding.

She spoke of her fear of giving herself in the past.  This offering she made of herself now, at this moment, had no reservations attached.  She knew he was the right man to be her Dominant, and she told him this.

After speaking, she slowly kneeled to the floor in front of him.  Her eyes took one last look into his before they lowered.  Her hands came up onto her thighs, and her palms slowly turned up….and she waited.

He bent down and lifter her chin, commanding her to look into his eyes….and as she did, he smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling and accepted her as his submissive.

A New Beginning

Stepping into the unknown
Waiting, thats all I can do
The arrival will be soon
My stomach is turning
I want to let go
I will let go
No clothing to hide my body
No makeup to cover my face
No jewelry to distract
On my knees
Palms up
I give myself

You Should Be More Careful

He had been flirting with me all night.  Walking by as a group of us sat at the bar, making eye contact, smiling.  I had seen him before.  I think I had even fucked him before (well, actually, I think it was the other way around and under a set of circumstances where I really didn’t get to chit chat much).

So when I had decided I had had enough, I was granted my permissions, grabbed his hand and led him into a dark corner room.

I reached around him and made sure the door was closed.  He smiled at me but made no move towards.  He was shy? Coy? Are you serious? What the fuck?  Ok, I’m not in the mood for this and I’m feeling energized from my past 2 nights of Topping.  He didn’t make a move towards me so he lost his chance.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back against the cold brick wall behind the door.  There was brick that protruded out on both sides of the small alcove and I pushed his arms up in the air and told him to stand there with his hands against the sides.

He smiled and followed direction.

My hands started up his shirt.  I wasn’t being soft and gentle.  There was no sensuous.  He had a nice body.  Strong.  Tight.  Muscles on his arms, working muscles, not gym ones.  His breath was indicating he was  liking the way I was investigating him.  His breath sucked in as I found his nipples and began playing with them.  His eyes closed as I pinched them between my nails.

I put my hand flat on his chest and pushed back.  He opened his eyes and let my eyes meet his, staring darkly at him.  The red lightbulb in the room was casting the scene as sinister as I wanted it to be.  I was feeling more deviant.  Damn! My bag was downstairs in a locker.

His arms began to fatigue and he started to drop them.  Without loosing eye contact, I harshly pushed them back up in the air and snapped “leave them up” at him.  He did so for about a minute.  They began to lower again.  I wasn’t as kind in my response he next time.

“I said leave them the FUCK UP!” I gritted through my teeth.  I used my nails under his arms to push them up and back, not really caring if it hurt a little.  My hand went to his throat and pressed against it.  I asked “do you understand me this time?”.  He nodded the best he could under my grip.  “I’m not FUCKING JOKING” and I released his neck.

I stared into his eyes as I began to unbuckle his belt.  “You really should be more careful about which girl you choose to flirt with around here” I warned him.  “We aren’t all nice”.  Both hands were now unbuttoning his pants and I roughly pushed them down far enough I could get my hand around his cock.  “And if your going to go into a room with the wrong girl, you might find something your not expecting” I continued to taunt.

His cock was semi-hard.  He could have sworn it was bulging harder than this when he rubbed up against me to say hello at the bar.  Maybe he was scared?  Too fucking bad.  Stupid little boy.

I raised my head to look him in the eye as I began to massage his cock.  He started to close his eyes in enjoyment.  “Open your fucking eyes and look at me” I snapped at him.  “Don’t you dare look away” I continued to growl as his cock grew hard and then limp again.

I hadn’t really planned for this scenario and I really didn’t want to give him a hand job with no lube so I leaned down and pressed my head into his ribs as I let my saliva fall from my mouth onto the swollen head.  Before I lifted my head, I turned slightly and bit into his stomach through his shirt.  He moaned and sucked in. I wasn’t sure if it was the bite or my hand sliding just under the head of his cock that was causing the vocal reaction.  Didn’t care.

He tried to lower his arms again one last time, I didn’t even have to say anything as I glared and grabbed him by the balls.  Twisting and pulling at the same time, I could feel my eyes penetrate his as he lifted his arms higher and a small “yes” whispered from his mouth.

“Shut up and stand still till I’m through with you” I said, and continued with what I wanted to do.

Through the next 15 minutes, I worked over the head of his cock.  Focusing my thumb just under the head, where his V made the vein prominent and I knew the nerves were the most sensitive.  He hardened, softened, hardened again.  Poor guy.

Finally, he began to moan and I felt lubrication in my hand when I knew there was no more spit.  He had cum.

I wiped my hand clean, smiled at him seductively, and told him I was done with him.  He smiled back and said thank you.

I left him standing in the room.  His pants still down around his ankles.  His dick limp.  I don’t think he really knew what hit him.

I washed up in the ladies room and went downstairs to get another drink.

Lesson learned…carry a packet of lube at all times and don’t scare them so much.

Oh wait, maybe the scare was the part that was turning me on LOL.

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.

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.

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.

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.