Inflagrante Delicto.

“Oh my God, there’s my Ex!” I gasped.

Now it is always an embarrassing moment when you run into that ex-lover, spouse, significant other – ex-whatever – but let me tell you, it is beyond embarrassing when you encounter them in a BDSM club and you are tied to a whipping horse, having your ass paddled enthusiastically by a hunky younger man.

Dimitri – said younger hunk and a wonderfully creative Dominant – turned to look. He smiled, and it was wicked and filled with evil glee.

“What say we give the old boy a good show then?” Dimitri, his name notwithstanding, is a Brit. He also liked to play seduce his best friend’s Mom, which we do quite frequently during “play time”.

I couldn’t get a really good glimpse of Larry because he had moved past the alcove at Pain & Suffering’s where D. and I were getting down to business.

Then D said loudly, “Prepare yourself Evangeline, for your Master’s wrath.” And he laid a few blistering strokes across my already-pinked ass cheeks. Then I heard Larry’s outraged cry.

“Eva?”

And then D began the full treatment. He flogged me mercilessly (he loves that I am such a pain slut and he can really wear himself out) but stopped frequently to “examine” me. I could just see his grin over my shoulder as he slid his fingers in and out of my oh-so-wet cunt, tweaking at the nubbin of my clit as he did so. I knew from his expression that Larry was observing.

I started to not care, particularly, when D’s thumb slid into my ass and I might have been drooling.

The flogging began anew and I was heading toward subspace, completely unconcerned anymore with where Larry might be standing, what Larry was seeing or anything else.

After a few brutal lashes, D came up behind me and I heard the zipper on his leather pants and seconds later his amazing cock was sliding into me and everything else just stopped mattering.

D is an amazing lover. Besides his Olympian attributes, he knows exactly how to get me on the edge and keep me at a fever pitch until I’m moaning, begging for orgasm. And that is exactly how he worked me, talking dirty to me for Larry’s benefit .

“You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? There, baby, do you like that? A big, hard cock reaming your tight little quim? Bet you never had it so good, have you?”

Moments later I came, screaming. I was tied down so I couldn’t writhe, but my whole body quivered with the amazing waves of sensation that coursed through me.

Dimitri lay on top of me, panting. There was a smattering of applause from onlookers (permitted only on this level of Pain & Suffering).

His body, hot, slick with sweat felt amazing draped across my back and he nuzzled my cheek before whispering in my ear.

“You certainly put on quite a show for Larry…”

“Who’s Larry?” I sighed.

Just a little nookie...

I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Dorothy looked down at the ratty little dog and saw him scratching his balls.

Cute. If the little bugger wasn't good with rats and mice she'd have dumped the flea bag overboard.

"Hey, hot stuff, whatcha got under that ugly dress? A little something something?"

Dot looked down into the smirking face of a midget. Shit. When she'd opened the door onto some bizarre Technicolor explosion there hadn't been a living thing in sight. Just a pair of withered up feet sticking out from under the house. Apparently, however, there were natives. And they spoke English. But the clothes? Like something out of a Disney movie..

"Get your hand off me you little twerp." Dot swatted the pudgy fingers away from her thigh, but the fellow dressed all in yellow merely chuckled and gave her a once over. His gaze was so lacivious she frowned.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?" And she gave him a shove, knocking him backwards onto a funky looking purple bush.

Striding down the yellow brick sidewalk, Dot glanced around. To her surprise there were a whole slew of little folks coming out from behind trees and under bushes. Most of them appeared to me similarly midget-sized and holy crap, they were all smirking like the first one. They had hard ons making their little short tent up and a few were even rubbing themselves and grunting.

Cripes. It wasn't bad enough that the horny farm hands at her Aunt and Uncle's farm were always groping her, now she had landed in some weird world where all the guys were not only hard up but height challenged too.

Two or three of them crept forward and their little hands reads out for her, plucking at her dress. Toto snarled and snapped at one, bless the little mutt.

"Bet that's some sweet pussy under there, huh?" One repugnant little troll commented. He was actually drooling and Dot gave him a kick. Unfortunately he was faster than his roly-poly little body looked.

Then, without warning, a huge, bright flash caught her off guard. It was so bright and the attendant bang so loud she fell backwards and ended up sitting on top of the first one as he took the opportunity to rub his little dick against her ass.

Heaven help her.

Dot struggled to her feet as a giant bubble burst, showering her in a sparkling cloud. Standing in the center of the explosion was a tall, statuesque woman with brilliant gold hair piled high. She was holding a magic wand but what was most amazing was the black bustier and thigh-high leather boots, separated only by a leather thong that exposed a wealth of flesh. And the tool in the other hand which was cracked with evil intent as the woman smiled at Dot.

"Well, hello there. I see you've met my little slaves? Boys, have you been misbehaving again?"

"Holy freaking crap," said Dot.

HERS - Who wants chocolate when there's KY?

“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.”

HIS - A Valentine's Gift

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