“On your hands and knees.” His voice, deep, rumbling, almost scary, had me scrambling to do his bidding. Besides, I knew it was going to feel oh, so good.
I was naked except for the collar he always makes me wear – as his slave – when we are alone. I’d given him a most excellent blow job as his Valentine’s gift and now, I hoped, it was his turn to reciprocate.
When fingers, slick and cool with lube slid between the cheeks of my ass, I almost smiled in delight. He is so masterful when he fucks my ass. It makes me feel absolutely and utterly his like nothing else. Naughty, taboo. Bad slut who likes cock up her ass.
Then I felt the glide of the lube on a dildo being pushed into my pussy. Getting fucked by my Master while having a fake dick in my cunt was a rare treat. He knew it would send me over the edge faster than anything else.
Fingers slid into my ass, lubing, stretching, getting me ready to take his thick cock inside me where no other man had gone before. He’d been my first ass fuck. He’d been my first in so many ways. For a split second I thought I’d love to just have him hold me in his arms and tell me my Master loved me. But then those fingers plunged a little deeper and my mind refocused on the amazing feelings centered in my ass.
When he exchanged two fingers for the broad head of his cock I relaxed. I knew from frequent past experience that relaxation would be key to taking it all without pain. I love that pain that hurts so good, but nothing that keeps me hobbling for days, OK?
Tonight my Master M was feeling contrary. He said nothing. No dirty words of encouragement as he slowly impaled me. I was able to concentrate only on that sensation anyway, of being filled, inexorably, his hot flesh sliding deeper and deeper.
I groaned and whispered, “Please”, but he was doing his own thing. In another minute he was all the way in and then he started to fuck me. Slow and steady and building infitesimally in force until he was giving me a most amazing ass fucking. I was rocking forward with every thrust and the dildo in my cunt made everything so tight, so full, so awesome, that I was drooling and whimpering in just seconds as he really wailed on my ass.
Everything exploded. My orgasm hit me like a thunderbolt. Hot, fast, hard, everything just screamed in ecstasy. Every cell, every nerve lit up like fire and I quivered, shook and screamed some more. I could feel him pumping faster, his grunts telling me he was close. His jets of cum slammed into me, setting off orgasm number two until we were both coming hard and loud.
I felt Master’s beard tickle my ear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my precious little slave.”
Monday, February 16, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Hurts So Good!
“Remember my safe sign is the “live long & prosper” sign.” She said, wiggling out of her thong. How decadent to be standing naked in front of a totally hot guy in leather pants. She looked at the tools he’d laid out and squirmed with pleasure.
“Yes. Come here.” He motioned her over and when she was in front of him, he shoved the ball gag into her mouth, hooking it around her head. His look was stern and really intense. He picked up the nipple clamps with their connecting chain, ignored her wide-eyes and snapped them on. She groaned loudly around the gag and some drool escaped. The pain dulled to a sharp throb and she straightened.
“Bend over.” He pointed at the spanking horse.
She walked over and did as she was told. He affixed her wrists around one pair of legs.
“Spread your legs.” He cuffed her ankles around the second.
He moved in front of her and grinned evilly, showing her the weight he held in his hand, just before he hooked it onto the chain between the nipple clamps. She moaned loudly, squirmed as much as she could and felt the delicious agony spread like a laser to her cunt.
He walked around behind her and slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping and a finger shoved between her slick lips nearly made her come on the spot. He wiped his damp finger across the cheek of her ass and she waited breathlessly for the next torment.
She was already on the verge of coming. And the fun had barely begun. He looked at his little sub, creaming from just a bit of bondage and clamps. He’d known she was a natural the minute he saw her at the club, where every week she’d let another Dom pick her out and torment her. He had wanted the curvaceous body and the great ass all to himself. Now that he had her he was going to work her so good she’d beg to be his, and only his. No more club scenes. He wanted her all to himself. Well, most of the time anyway. His buddy Rex wielded a mean flogger himself, and she did so love double-penetration. And she was a glorious little exhibitionist. Perhaps alternating blow jobs before they stuffed her full of cock?
“I hope you’re ready, my pretty?” Her head bobbled slightly in response. He grinned. She was such a pain slut. He had been hard for a week anticipating this scene. Picking out the toys.
He swished the flogger, delighting in the sinister whistle. He watched as she tensed. Another swish, another tensing. A few middling strokes to warm her up before he went to town on that sweet butt.
One downward stroke. Instant red stripes blossomed on the delicate white flesh. Another stroke, infinitesimally more power behind it. She groaned again, louder.
“Now we’re going to have some real fun.” And he grinned as he swung his arm.
“Yes. Come here.” He motioned her over and when she was in front of him, he shoved the ball gag into her mouth, hooking it around her head. His look was stern and really intense. He picked up the nipple clamps with their connecting chain, ignored her wide-eyes and snapped them on. She groaned loudly around the gag and some drool escaped. The pain dulled to a sharp throb and she straightened.
“Bend over.” He pointed at the spanking horse.
She walked over and did as she was told. He affixed her wrists around one pair of legs.
“Spread your legs.” He cuffed her ankles around the second.
He moved in front of her and grinned evilly, showing her the weight he held in his hand, just before he hooked it onto the chain between the nipple clamps. She moaned loudly, squirmed as much as she could and felt the delicious agony spread like a laser to her cunt.
He walked around behind her and slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping and a finger shoved between her slick lips nearly made her come on the spot. He wiped his damp finger across the cheek of her ass and she waited breathlessly for the next torment.
She was already on the verge of coming. And the fun had barely begun. He looked at his little sub, creaming from just a bit of bondage and clamps. He’d known she was a natural the minute he saw her at the club, where every week she’d let another Dom pick her out and torment her. He had wanted the curvaceous body and the great ass all to himself. Now that he had her he was going to work her so good she’d beg to be his, and only his. No more club scenes. He wanted her all to himself. Well, most of the time anyway. His buddy Rex wielded a mean flogger himself, and she did so love double-penetration. And she was a glorious little exhibitionist. Perhaps alternating blow jobs before they stuffed her full of cock?
“I hope you’re ready, my pretty?” Her head bobbled slightly in response. He grinned. She was such a pain slut. He had been hard for a week anticipating this scene. Picking out the toys.
He swished the flogger, delighting in the sinister whistle. He watched as she tensed. Another swish, another tensing. A few middling strokes to warm her up before he went to town on that sweet butt.
One downward stroke. Instant red stripes blossomed on the delicate white flesh. Another stroke, infinitesimally more power behind it. She groaned again, louder.
“Now we’re going to have some real fun.” And he grinned as he swung his arm.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Trust
Trust. It was all about trust, Camille thought as she stretched her arms above her head – like a trapeze artist reaching for her partner, though in her case it would not be her partner’s hands clasped around her wrists, but rather the silken cords he dangled in front of her eyes.
Her gesture was her answer to his questions. Will you surrender? Will you submit to me? She had wanted to hear him ask those questions since the night of their first meeting. The private party at the BDSM club had been populated with elegant people – Doms and subs, tops and bottoms, Masters and slaves – all alone and looking to find the perfect partner with whom to live out the most carnal and captivating of fantasies. She had never before participated in a submissive role. But the desire had been there. Overwhelming, ever-present. Vanilla sex and relationships had left her distant and unfulfilled. Eventually she had abandoned all hope of ever finding a soul-mate, a partner who would help her to fly, to soar into the subspace she’d read so eagerly and longingly of. Who would teach her body and her mind to obey and revel in the sensual pains and the submissive role.
Now she was here. Jason had cornered her at the party. He had spoken to her briefly, watched her intently, and then made a date for cocktails the next evening. She had been breathless with anticipation until their rendezvous, and weak with disappointment when he called their evening to an end.
But he had escorted her home, kissed her palms, and held her face between his broad palms.
“Camille, I would like to explore this chemistry. You are a natural submissive and I would like to be the man who shares these first, virginal experiences with you. But the choice must be yours. You must give yourself to me willingly, without reservations. I do not play games and this is not a frivolous or casual offer. Should you accept me this will be a complete relationship. I do not just desire your body. I desire your mind, and your soul and that beautiful, generous heart of yours. I want you to be mine in all ways.”
She had begun to answer, but he had laid a finger across her lips.
“Do not be hasty. This is a most momentous decision. I want you to think long and hard. I want you to be sure. You will need to trust me, implicitly. Take your time to decide if you can do that.”
And he had left her, feeling bereft of his mere presence. The only times he had touched her – fleeting touches of her hands, wrists shoulder or cheek – had made her feel alive, loved, possessed. They had made her feel amazing. She had known from the moment he offered that she wanted all he was willing to give. And she had known it was the real thing.
Beneath him, she smiled and leaped into the chasm.
Her gesture was her answer to his questions. Will you surrender? Will you submit to me? She had wanted to hear him ask those questions since the night of their first meeting. The private party at the BDSM club had been populated with elegant people – Doms and subs, tops and bottoms, Masters and slaves – all alone and looking to find the perfect partner with whom to live out the most carnal and captivating of fantasies. She had never before participated in a submissive role. But the desire had been there. Overwhelming, ever-present. Vanilla sex and relationships had left her distant and unfulfilled. Eventually she had abandoned all hope of ever finding a soul-mate, a partner who would help her to fly, to soar into the subspace she’d read so eagerly and longingly of. Who would teach her body and her mind to obey and revel in the sensual pains and the submissive role.
Now she was here. Jason had cornered her at the party. He had spoken to her briefly, watched her intently, and then made a date for cocktails the next evening. She had been breathless with anticipation until their rendezvous, and weak with disappointment when he called their evening to an end.
But he had escorted her home, kissed her palms, and held her face between his broad palms.
“Camille, I would like to explore this chemistry. You are a natural submissive and I would like to be the man who shares these first, virginal experiences with you. But the choice must be yours. You must give yourself to me willingly, without reservations. I do not play games and this is not a frivolous or casual offer. Should you accept me this will be a complete relationship. I do not just desire your body. I desire your mind, and your soul and that beautiful, generous heart of yours. I want you to be mine in all ways.”
She had begun to answer, but he had laid a finger across her lips.
“Do not be hasty. This is a most momentous decision. I want you to think long and hard. I want you to be sure. You will need to trust me, implicitly. Take your time to decide if you can do that.”
And he had left her, feeling bereft of his mere presence. The only times he had touched her – fleeting touches of her hands, wrists shoulder or cheek – had made her feel alive, loved, possessed. They had made her feel amazing. She had known from the moment he offered that she wanted all he was willing to give. And she had known it was the real thing.
Beneath him, she smiled and leaped into the chasm.
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