Short Takes

[submissivewife]

My weekend hasn't happened yet, but Sir says it might.;) :D

[FurryFury]

My weekend hasn't happened yet, but Sir says it might.;) :D

I hope you get to have your weekend someday! *hugs*

At least you have a "Sir," though!

Fury

[Nikita]

MO:

I have it on good authority your finals are over. :rolleyes: (Tapping foot impatiently.)

We need the next portion of your serial. Your fans are clamoring. (pweez?)

Nikita

[pejanon]

Shipping Storm


I'd like to take you to Gallery.

One of the big ones - with wide corridors and halls, with very few visitors in lull hours.


You will wear long overcoat and skirt. Why would you want to wear overcoat in gallery? Oh, because you hands will be tied tight behind your back. I will try out that new white latex arm binder. I will wrap it tight and pull all those laces hard, till you squeal. It will make you walk proud.


And skirt? Well, no-pantied Tina needs to make your hot spots most available.

And - the hot spots will we very desiring of attention. I would see to that. Or rather, I would make YOU see to that.


So I will walk you to selected room. And in front the picture of your choice I will stand behind you and test the wetness of your pussy with my hand.


What picture is it? Turner's Ship in Storm? Very appropriate Do you like how the ship and storm become one? Tell me about it. Tell me!

While you do it you'll feel it moving behind and testing your puckered hole. Then you will realize that I was just wetting my fingers in your moisture you have produced for me and I will slip them in. Will both of them slip in your asshole easily? Will you resist me? - If you do, they will enter you still, but you will be wiggling, bucking and stifling moans. And do not pay attention to that man trying to figure poor mad Vincent on another wall and obvious to slightly odd couple of beautiful people with woman very flushed and breathing heavily People on the verge of orgasm are always beautiful, don't you think?


Then - will Tina need to cum impaled in her ass and with dripping pussy on which I would be practicing my feather touch? Arms so beautifully immobilized, body tight as c string? I should think so. However you will be still asked to comment on the Ship in Storm in great detail (hmmm what those mauves and grays mean, pray tell?). Then - when you desperately think that you just cannot hold on to sanity - I might whisper in your flushed ear: Cum now for me, my little cum whore.


Oh, you will!? You will need to scream and will want to stuff your fist in your mouth, but unfortunately your hands will be on your back, tightly encased, so you will have to just bite your lips. More so when I press my other hand on your twitching pussy and slip a finger or two in there too.


Will you try to stifle and try break my fingers with tightening of your anus, like ship shipping in storm? Oh yes - and I need to feel that storm. To know how hard are you cumming - to test strength of your anal orgasm and to keep it open in front of onslaught of your cum-tidal wave. I need to hold you while you buckle, to explore the clenching pussy, to feel it's tell tale mead oozing down my arm. I want to know in intimate detail how hard and how many times can you tighten that naughty puss on my hand, to posses its furnace heat you offer to me.


And to feel your body trashing in throes of orgasm I have given you, ingesting your half stifled yells from that trembling lips. Catcalls of never ending need? And is that man still communing with passionate Vincent?

You would cum for me Tina, would you? I thought so.


Later - when you recover a bit, but not too much - I will guide you to some convenient place. I will leave a finger in one of your holes (which one?). So we should not go far. A restroom? Perhaps. How about - the car?


Would you kneel on the back seat and suck my dick in the parking lot? After all it is your fault it so raging hard! You are cuming so good! Yes, I think you will suck it, try to swallow it, divide your attention equally between the head and the balls. After all, cock sucking is the art that should be practiced in the open.

Then I would just fuck your butt. Flip you on your back, rise your legs high up, letting you lie on your bound arms. I will ram you hard, plunge deep in you - letting you scream all you want. I know your arms will ache a lot by now. Will you be screaming from THAT pain - or THIS? Or from the bound exposure itself?

Then - I will tell you to cum again.

To cum with my cock in you ass. To try to break it. I want to look in your eyes as they glaze over. To look into them and know how do you cum while being used as sheath for my cock. To know -- being bound impaled and fucked hard - is that the ultimate kick? I want to look at your cuming pussy, to try to coax some gushing. It will be almost red, inflamed like plump apricot and cuming just for me. Sweet pussy, so desperate to engulf something - yet made to cum nevertheless.

When you feel you are at the crest of the mightiest wave of them all I will pump my cum deep in your body, in your soul, fueling this Ship's Storm. You will jerk with my jerks and reach yet another, higher, cum-plateau. There is almost no air there. But you do not need air - you need cumming.


Hmmm - I wonder how long would I have to hold you in my arms before you can drive again and swear "You asshole!" at people who cross your path.


And maybe you will have something in that lively bum hole - we cannot let it just close. It's not good for nice and naughty asses.

After all - butt plug is the only way to travel.


Will you come with me to Gallery?


(c) 2005 by Wollf

[Nikita]

Wow! :eek: I mean WOW, Pejanon!!:eek: Ladies?? Who has the Pampers??:D

[Mad Lews]

Never suspected you were an art critic. I guess I'll start hanging about the local Gallarys to see if you or your ilk are in town.:D
Nice little adventure in art appretiation, I especialy like her lying on her bound arms, on her back, legs up in the air, scrunched in the back seat of the car....:rolleyes:
Damn now see what you've caused.
Mad Lews

[Nikita]

I guess I'll start hanging about the local Gallarys to see if you or your ilk are in town.:D Mad Lews

Glare!#$ @ Mad 'smack'

[Mad Lews]

Glare!#$ @ Mad 'smack'
Temper, temper, lil' pony tail.
:D
Mad

[pejanon]

Never suspected you were an art critic. I guess I'll start hanging about the local Gallarys to see if you or your ilk are in town.:D
Nice little adventure in art appretiation, I especialy like her lying on her bound arms, on her back, legs up in the air, scrunched in the back seat of the car....:rolleyes:
Damn now see what you've caused.
Mad Lews


Thanks Mad,

As a matter of fact I AM art critic (got a paper saying so!) esspecaly of art peformances in the back of the car! (front too ...);)

I'l see about causing IT some more...:rolleyes:


Thanks again ...:)

Pej

[triad]

It was a bright Sunday morning for December and looking at my pet sleeping at the foot of the bed, an idea occured to me. She had spent most of the weekend with a vibrator inside her fastened to the crotchrope as well as a tail in the butt plug. By now, the juices in her lower hole far surpased the saliva saturating the panties gagged inside her mouth.

I tapped my foot against the tail, causing her to awaken with a groan. Bending down, I flipped the switch on the vibrator and a frustrated moan escaped. She stretched her arms and legs, offering me a view of her drenched body with her hands above her head, constrained by the twelve inches of chain. I smiled at her gyrating hips before leading her downstairs by the leash around her neck.

She wagged her tail at the front door where I stopped, knowing what is expected of her. I opend the door to the front lawn but instead of letting go of the leash, I slowly removed the soaked panties from her mouth. Her puzzled look turned into surprise as I positioned the panties over her head, making sure the back waistband covered her eyes and the crotch disappeared over the top. Her expression betrayed the deep humiliation of the pink blindfold and she wagged her tail more as her juices poured down her thighs. I then watched with amusement after I playfully smacked her bottom as she crawled hesitantly forward in search of the paper.

Did I mention that my subscription ended last weekend?

[triad]

It was a bright Sunday morning for December and looking at my pet sleeping at the foot of the bed, an idea occured to me. She had spent most of the weekend with a vibrator inside her fastened to the crotchrope as well as a tail in the butt plug. By now, the juices in her lower hole far surpased the saliva saturating the panties gagged inside her mouth.

I tapped my foot against the tail, causing her to awaken with a groan. Bending down, I flipped the switch on the vibrator and a frustrated moan escaped. She stretched her arms and legs, offering me a view of her drenched body with her hands above her head, constrained by the twelve inches of chain. I smiled at her gyrating hips before leading her downstairs by the leash around her neck.

She wagged her tail at the front door where I stopped, knowing what is expected of her. I opend the door to the front lawn but instead of letting go of the leash, I slowly removed the soaked panties from her mouth. Her puzzled look turned into surprise as I positioned the panties over her head, making sure the back waistband covered her eyes and the crotch disappeared over the top. Her expression betrayed the deep humiliation of the pink blindfold and she wagged her tail more as her juices poured down her thighs. I then watched with amusement after I playfully smacked her bottom as she crawled hesitantly forward in search of the paper.

Did I mention that my subscription ended last weekend?

[Mad Lews]

It was a bright Sunday morning for December and looking at my pet sleeping at the foot of the bed, an idea occured to me. She had spent most of the weekend with a vibrator inside her fastened to the crotchrope as well as a tail in the butt plug. By now, the juices in her lower hole far surpased the saliva saturating the panties gagged inside her mouth.

I tapped my foot against the tail, causing her to awaken with a groan. Bending down, I flipped the switch on the vibrator and a frustrated moan escaped. She stretched her arms and legs, offering me a view of her drenched body with her hands above her head, constrained by the twelve inches of chain. I smiled at her gyrating hips before leading her downstairs by the leash around her neck.

She wagged her tail at the front door where I stopped, knowing what is expected of her. I opend the door to the front lawn but instead of letting go of the leash, I slowly removed the soaked panties from her mouth. Her puzzled look turned into surprise as I positioned the panties over her head, making sure the back waistband covered her eyes and the crotch disappeared over the top. Her expression betrayed the deep humiliation of the pink blindfold and she wagged her tail more as her juices poured down her thighs. I then watched with amusement after I playfully smacked her bottom as she crawled hesitantly forward in search of the paper.

Did I mention that my subscription ended last weekend?

You Sir,
( at least I think sir but you remain ungendered for now)
Have a very nasty sense of humor and a very bewildered little pet.;)
A very cute little pet, and a short take as they were always meant to be,:D maybe a little juicier than some what with her dribbling all over her thighs but sometimes that can't be helped.
Thanks for the delightful contribution
Mad Lews

[orchidsoul]

I'm a little behind in posts for this thread, but I just wanted to say these are great stories! It's the first thread I read, even though I'm not sharing that.. sorry.

Pej- that was completely erotic, and loving museums myself... well, let's just say I won't be able to look at art the same way again!

Triad- delicious descriptions of the pet. Sure is a panty wetter...

[pejanon]

Pej- that was completely erotic, and loving museums myself... well, let's just say I won't be able to look at art the same way again!
.

Thanks orchidsoul
Yes I like museums galleries and such.

And all those nasty pictures - one need just right perspective and incentives....:D


triad - fast, qick, juicy and sw... nasty!

post some more!


Pej

[Nikita]

Triad:

What a wicked, twisted, sadist you are :eek: ....hmmm....you need anyone to check the mailbox? :D

Updates would be greatly appreciated.

Nikita

[learningtopleez]

WOW Pej darlin'! I have been remiss in catching up on these wonderful short takes...and you have made me do nothing but wish that I was Tina taking that erotic walk with you around the gallery! What a HOT story!

And triad....you have added such a naughtey take to the thread! I like!:)

[pejanon]

Thanks LTP

Yes galleries. And lighthouses too! Climbing those long winding stairs blindfolded and cuffed can be a bit of problem. But nothing that STRAP incentives cannot solve. And - vista from top is great!:D

I am glad you enjoy my hottales and hottails.:)

Pej

[Nikita]

Here's something a little different than my usual posts on this thread.

Screaming Darkness by Nikita © 2005
For Wolffie

The fan moved slowly, circulating the warm air over the two lovers in the war torn bed. The air was heavy with sex, candles, and cigarette smoke.

While the soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, the white sound of the ocean lulled the spent ones to sleep in between bonfires of passion.

Nikita moved first. Dreamily, her cuffed hands stroked her puffy pink pussy lips. The brief attention stiffened her protruded bud. She rose to look at him from her place at the foot of the bed, willing him to awaken. He did not move. Her full bladder was desperate for relief. Afraid to wet the floor, she whined through the gag.

"What! What!!" he said in an exasperated way, as he lifted his head toward the foot of the bed.

His sinewy body was well defined, even in repose. Muscle and bone should have been his first and last name. Wolff was an alpha male and she was his porcelain doll. No matter how mismatched they were, they fit each other like yin and yang.

Nikita batted her eyes at him and he returned a glare.

"Do you need something? What!! What do you need?" he boomed with a glint in his eye.

She twitched her fettered legs and squirmed her bottom until she managed to pull herself up on her knees. With cuffed hands before her in a prayerful pose, she bowed her head in supplication. He couldn't resist chucking her chin.

"All right. As if I didn't know."

He pulled out the chamber pot from under the bed and put it near her. Due to days of practice, she managed to poise herself directly over the pot and relieved herself under Wolff's shameless gaze. She closed her eyes with relief.

"Look at me while you pee." he said gently and she quickly complied. He relished her shame at this private moment and lifted her up by her mons once she finished.

"Do not look away. This is mine. I can touch it, kiss it, spank it, share it, wipe it, and fuck it," he said, pushing the chamber pot back under the bed with his foot.

Her eyes were excited. She was staring at his hard member with undisguised mischief. Wolff smiled and removed the gag.

"Ah, you want something. This? You want this, don't you."

He rubbed his cock over her face and jerked it until the tip rested on her lips.

"What do you say, slut."

Nikita recited the well rehearsed response, "Please sir, may I kiss your dick, sir?"

Wolff stalled. It was a tasking ordeal to resist shoving his cock in her mouth and ride her throat until he reached the screaming darkness. But, he liked to withhold his cum. It added a little more intensity to the ride.

There was a knock on the door.

"Room Service."

Just in time, Wolff thought, now that's service. He opened the door leaving Nikita on her knees bound and fettered. As the tuxedoed suit rolled in the cart, Nikita blanched. Share! That's what he meant.

"Would you like a choice for your tip?" Wolff asked holding out some euros.

Suit looked at Wolff then at Nikita and grinned.

"Nikita, please him as you please me." said Wolff with his familiar glint.

As the suit stood in front of her, she pulled his zipper down with her teeth, checking Wolff out of the corner of her eye. He parked himself in a nearby chair and lit a cigarette while he watched dispassionately.

Ok, she thought, he's going to get it as good as you do.

As suit's cock bobbed before her eyes, there was precum on the tip already. He noticed her leather cuffs.

"May I use my hands sir?" she asked the suit.

"Em..sure."

She gently grasped his bobbing cockhead and speared his pisshole with her tongue. The tongue had a life of its own as it swirled around the head, up and down the shaft, stopping to lick under the ridge of the tip. The suit's legs strained toward her mouth and he held onto her ears. His bowed his head to watch her intently. She slid his cock deep in her throat and and held it there until she started to gag. Her restrained fingers fondled his balls while she sucked. Suit did not have the staying power that Wolff did. This task was going to be easy, but she enjoyed being a cum slut, on either end.

Wolff also noted how quickly the suit was going to come and decided to add a little distraction to the scene. He whipped off his pants and stepped behind the kneeling Nikita. He signaled to the suit and they both knelt down. She was going to be spit roasted like a suckling pig. Nikita was Wolff's little pig. Her pussy started to drip wetness down her leg. Whenever Wolff touched her, she couldn't help it. He fondled her painted toes and tickled her soft, pink feet.

Wolff pressed her forward to assume the position, suit stuck his dick back in. It recovered a bit and he was ready to play see saw again. Wolff felt her wet pussy and smacked it. She brazenly rubbed her butt up to his groin and rotated it in circles. He spanked her offered bum, hard, repeatedly, until her skin was red with heat. He knew she could take more, but he wanted to see her skewered. Cock went in wet pussy, and churned around inside a bit to get cock wet. Nik moaned onto the suit's cock and caused suit to shove his cock faster in and out of her mouth.

Wolffie spit on her crack and worked two fingers in her ass. Once he loosened the ring a little, he inserted his cock at the entrance and held it there until she squeezed instinctively and felt pain. The suit was beside himself and furiously pumped her mouth, leaving Nikita gasping for air. Wolff took this opportunity to drive his cock home, to the hilt, with a resounding smack to the bum. Immediately, she was into the ride, bucking back and forth.

"You're my slut, Niki. I fuck you, he fucks you, and you can't cum until I say so." he panted.

Nikita was operating on adrenaline. She had trouble holding back from cumming with the intense action on both ends. Come hell or high water, Niki had to cum. Wolff relished the sight of his pussy girl being fucked in her mouth and ass at the same time. He didn't see it coming but all of a sudden, without warning, he entered the screaming tunnel of darkness...and took Nikita with him.

[learningtopleez]

Nikita hun....must I remind you that I am a single subbie, with no compaionship of late (other than my roomies two dogs.....minds out of the gutter folks!)....in other words....you're killing me here darlin'! :eek: But pleez....pleez....don't stop! I do have toys...although I should have remembered to ask Santa for more batteries! :D

Keep 'em...er...me....cumming luv! And thank ya! :D

[Nikita]

Nikita hun....must I remind you that I am a single subbie, with no compaionship of late (other than my roomies two dogs.....minds out of the gutter folks!)....in other words....you're killing me here darlin'! But pleez....pleez....don't stop! I do have toys...although I should have remembered to ask Santa for more batteries! :D
Keep 'em...er...me....cumming luv! And thank ya! :D

Girly, just substitute the names in the stories with yours...that's what I do.:D

And, if batteries run out on your toys, well...there's the obvious, you got two hands, then there are washing machines on the spin cycle,:eek: dishwashers, car hoods while they are warming up, old pickup trucks are better though, etc.

We aim to pleeze!

Nikita

[triad]

Thank you for the kind words. Writing is not easy for me.


Your frantic, frustrated humps of the air causes the thick 18 inch dildo to slide slowly out your pulsating pussy. The movements give you great pleasure but I can see the desperation in your eye as you try to remain motionless, not wanting to lose your object of pleasure. This proves difficult in the rough waves not to mention that it has been two weeks since your last orgasm when we set sail.You plead into the gagged panties and try to resist the need. But a few minutes and many rocky waves later, you hump the air again hoping to reach your climax before it's too late.

I begin to remove the dildo against your wimpers. Then I remove the saliva covered panties from your mouth and replace it with the dildo. Then I proceeded to teasingly insert the panties into your pussy, quickly soaking up your juices and eliciting a low moan. After attaching the leash to your collar, I untie your hands from the beam above and lead you to the bed by the window.

I can see your pussy clench against the panties in an attempt to gain pleasure as I harness you to a pulley above the bed in the ceiling. Your hands are bound to your elbows and ankles to your thighs. You are supported to the pulley by ropes below your bosom, under your arms, your ankles and finally two ropes that frame your engorged clit and dripping pussy lips. I switch the position of the dildo and panties and you quickly begin to lower yourself onto the dildo on the bed as you taste your own juices. But the rocking boat and the lack of balance you have standing on your knees hinders you from a proper fuck. Your renewed wimpers bring a smile to me.

Pausing to admire your struggles briefly, I take the ropes outside the room through the window. Taking each of the ropes, I secure them to six of the sled dogs aboard for our trip. Then I secure a spare fishing pole onto the roof of the room. When I dangle the bone from the pole, the dogs immediately chase it, creating an instant effect on you. Due to the short fishing line, rocky waves and the very strong winds, the dogs have trouble reaching the flying bone. As they scramble around, it pulls on the ropes which raise and lower you on the dildo in a random and unpredictable fashion. You can only moan continuously as you watch your tormentors unknowingly fuck you...

[submissivewife]

Nikita,

Hummm I loved the story. Unfortunately my children are now out of pampers and since you have been with family and can't hand any out I had to substitue with a towel. I must say, that was wonderful and....the towel is drenched.

subwife

[learningtopleez]

Another very interesting twist to a story triad! I do like the way you think!

[submissivewife]

This afternoon after talking to you I went to the couch spread my legs wide and imagine riding you. First with you in my pussy as you caressed and pinched my nipples I ride you with vigor and need. I then imagined turning around and taking you into my ass and riding you. My ass facing you and the view of me taking you into my ass as I ride you pleases you very much. I am supporting myself on my hands between your legs. You tried to control the power and speed by grabbing my hips. Only you weren't satisfied. You sat up and then came to a kneeling position, doing so and not leaving my ass. Then you take my hips and bring yourself out so the tip is at my entrance and then pull me back to you as you thrust forward. I am begging and screaming from the pain, but loving it all the same.

I continue to beg for mercy but not really wanting it. I love to have you do this to me, me begging for mercy but you denying it as you fuck my ass harder and faster. I lower my head to the bed. My ass is all that is in view. You love seeing yourself penetrate and fuck my ass fiercely. Then you grab the vibe and shove it into my dripping pussy. Leaning forward you then rub my clit. Fucking me fiercely, rubbing my clit and the vibe in my pussy nearly sends me to orgasm.

Remembering to ask I say, "Master, Please may I orgasm."

"No" is all you can say.

Groaning with desperation as my body threatens to send me over anyway, I concentrate on not cumming, but the feel of you doing these things to me is hard to control.

I hear you say in your most doming voice, "Don't you dare cum you slut. Hear me bitch you better not cum."

Your Dom voice nearly sends me to orgasm as well as the words. Fighting even harder to control the orgasm I feel you pump me as hard as you can. The pain is great but I love it. The submissiveness I feel is overwhelming and adds to my impending orgasm.

"Please, Master. I can't hold it. Please let me cum." I beg and cry.

Your ready to cum and as you do you say, "Cum bitch." The explosion in me is more than I can take I scream my orgasm and spasm violently. So intense is my orgasm that I faint.

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Waking I see my Master holding me tenderly and telling me what a good girl I was and how I was his little girl. I snuggle closer running my hands through the hair on your chest. Saying, "Thank you Master."

[Dapper Dan]

Yowser Subwif,

You sure got me going. (Yeah I'm an ass man in case you doubted it. And the images you planted with your story...
Nicely done. Hope your Master makes you write another short take.
Dan

[Nikita]

Remembering to ask I say, "Master, Please may I orgasm."

"No" is all you can say.

I hear you say in your most doming voice, "Don't you dare cum you slut. Hear me bitch you better not cum."

"Please, Master. I can't hold it. Please let me cum." I beg and cry.

"Cum bitch." The explosion in me is more than I can take I scream my orgasm and spasm violently. So intense is my orgasm that I faint.
"Thank you Master."

Subwife,

You just wrote the Cum Slut Mantra. Amen to that sister! ;whip

Nikita

[submissivewife]

Subwife,

You just wrote the Cum Slut Mantra. Amen to that sister! ;whip

Nikita

Does seem quite fitting doesn't it?

[pejanon]

HI SUBMISSIVEWIFE<

OH HOT SHORT _ VERY NICE!

Second person narration can be tricky (and unnatural) but you handled it weel, it flows natuaraly -- and the matra is SOO fitting:)

Wolfie

[Alex Bragi]

This is good, I liked it! Only you've confused your tenses in the first paragraph.

[submissivewife]

This is good, I liked it! Only you've confused your tenses in the first paragraph.

OOps!! Sorry I do have a problem with going between past to present and vice versa....;ha

[Mad Lews]

OOps!! Sorry I do have a problem with going between past to present and vice versa....;ha
Well Subwife,
You write anything that hot and I'll forgive you a tense change or two. Just don't cum without permission.
BTW does that Eviiiil Master of yours:D ever force you to orgasm again and again untill you can't take it any more then make you cum a few more times?
just wondering
Mad

[Masterdarkone2000]

Well Subwife,
You write anything that hot and I'll forgive you a tense change or two. Just don't cum without permission.
BTW does that Eviiiil Master of yours:D ever force you to orgasm again and again untill you can't take it any more then make you cum a few more times?
just wondering
Mad

Well This Eviiiil Master of hers does force her to cum until she almost passes out and hits the floor as she falls off the chair. Building her up until teasing her and teasing her and the forcing her orgasm on top of orgasm on top of orgasm until her body shakes and convolses uncontrollably simply from one word she was taught to cum to. A naughty, horney, little begging slut she has become.

;whip

She loves it and craves it.
From her eviiil Master

Darkone

[Mad Lews]

Well This Eviiiil Master of hers does force her to cum until she almost passes out and hits the floor as she falls off the chair. Building her up until teasing her and teasing her and the forcing her orgasm on top of orgasm on top of orgasm until her body shakes and convolses uncontrollably simply from one word she was taught to cum to. A naughty, horney, little begging slut she has become.

;whip

She loves it and craves it.
From her eviiil Master

Darkone
Darkone,
You are a sick twisted evil man... ;)
I like that in a person :D
but more important subwif likes it too.
Maybe you could make her write about it some time.
Mad

[submissivewife]

Yes Mad I have been having the time of my life. Master does seem to know how to push my buttons. Writing about it? Well I will just have to see about that. Sometimes it is hard to put all the emotions and feelings on paper. Heck sometimes it's hard to explain it to myself. BUT Thoroughly enjoying myself.

[pejanon]

Lupus in Media or:

How to Talk Dirty, Aggravate People and Get to Wear Collar in Public


By Wolffie
2005+ (c) by Wolfwerks


Some time ago.... Ahem some years ago .... ok, ok, MANY years ago (happy now?)... I used to be occasional guest on local radio stations (even small "Art" TV station) to run my mouth off on 'fantastic" art or music. That still happens but not too often. The incident described did not help ... and calling well know local critic "accomplished cocksucker and whore to producers" in another show helped even less...

I was invited in late late radio show (average audience 5 to 7) on talk show with a topic: "New morality in art and media" or something silly like that. Guests: Yours truly - expert on Fantastic (also a friend of host); moderately known movie critic, and a star - young priest. Not bearded, making himself popular with lectures, claimed to be "rock priest" (what an insult to decent music!), supposedly very liberal. (His liberal views ended with listening to Queen - and he even knew WHAT Freddie was. Wow..) Also publicity hungry - priests do not usually appear on TV/radio shows starting at 00:05. Midnight. (It was a time when church was in eclipse so the bugger had to work for it.)

Studio was near my place in old part of town and occupied HALF of one floor - SMALL! Sound studio could barely take the four of us.

It was a slow start - very relaxed.. The host tried some provocative subjects but nothing happened. (The critics was an old fox and didn't care anyway, neither did I at first- I consider such talk mostly hot air anyway.)

However it soon turned out that: a) the priest had strong, definitive opinions on everything, b) he was a kind of person starts sentences with: "I have nothing against THAT but.... " then you find out he has EVERYTHING against it.

He began to really piss me off. You know how some people just get to your nerves? Well, he was prime example.... Also, he mentioned too often: "Youth of today should this and NOT do that, blah blah " I hate that.

It got really heated. Him and me; the critic started to enjoy himself and was just was looking for things to goad us even more. Sly old fox.

The host kept saying "Now, now, gentleman, let's be civil..." but keeping an very interested eye at the lightened board for incoming calls and technician showing thumbs up. The night editor showed up too and started sawing the edge of the palm across the throat - and he could've just pulled the plug. So it went on: the youth-spoiling articles in teen magazines, nefarious music, 'bad' movies, absurd and immoral fashion etc.

Now, I do not rise to bait THAT easily (these days I would not spend three brain cells on that guy - but, I had more brain cell then!). I even went under the belt, with utterances like: "Oh the youth's minds? I am glad to hear that you are interested in their MINDS, as well." Since the guests could choose the music I insisted on numbers like Floyd's "Leave the Kids Alone" and, yes, "Walk on the Wild Side" by you know who.

Somewhere after two o'clock we hit on subject of kid's clothes (kids = teens). It was time of some kind of post punk revival (no Goths yet, I think). You can imagine. The critic connected the erotic story entitled "Collar" in local slick magazine and the kids wearing collars on streets. (The story was ordinary vanilla hit-and-run. Heroine is all a-shiver about The Story of O, narrates it to a boyfriend, he gets her a choker, she puts it on, he gets hard, they fuck in most ordinary manner and ride into sunset. Crap!) Ah, but the critic added something like: "Do you know those are real dog collars and they have SPECIAL meaning?" He was just sprinkling oil on fire. He succeeded. The black robed guy started foaming and fuming. At that time I did not attribute TOO MUCH meaning on collars - but he blew my cool completely.

I got up, went to the back room where I left my dog The dog was big black Labrador with white chest called Riki. I adored him - I still do. So I took the mutt to the front of the studio, in front of the glass partition, where a small crowd had gathered - I wanted them to SEE. I took Riki's collar, readjusted it and - put it on.

I went back in the soundproof room and sat down. The priest got up, moved his chair away from me as much as he could in the cramped room, muttering something about 'Outrageous, brimstone, blasphemous.'. He wasn't collared (the priest, I mean) but he got the message - part of it. I said something like; "Riki does me the honor of wearing my collar and being most faithful friend. I want to honor him by wearing HIS collar... ". I felt surprisingly cool, relaxed and light headed.

The show was soon over. It was to last up to 2:30 AM anyway so the night editor 'politely' called it quits.

I went home - wearing collar. I was very pissed AND I like to aggravate people from time to time. My wife was asleep (and pissed off later - when she found out what fun she missed. I was even more pissed because she was supposed to tape it and she just fell asleep even before it started.) I just flopped on the bed and went to sleep (OK. so I had a drink or two). In the morning - she awoke me verrry nicely.

Collars do that, you know.

Aftermath: I got a ton of messages and calls. Generally by people who didn't even hear it (oh, but the studio tape got around).

However, several days later we were going to a party and she suggested I wear the collar. So I did. Next time I suggested SHE wear it. She did - several times and NOT always in public. (OK - it was quite a number of times!)

THEN Riki got really nervous whenever we took his collar off (he was clean, you know, and I'm NOT too finicky and neither was she). But the dog started looking at me with: "Could you please leave my collar alone - make your mind awready. WHO is wearing it?"


Finally, from the children's store she got some plastic stiff belts and made two collars - pink and blue. (I swear!)

(I still have Riki's and the plastic one. But THAT is another story.)

END

I suppose I should add something about the collars. Yes it does change things. Snug, protecting and exposing at the same time. At first I had no feeling of ownership (one way or another), and I will not comment on that here. After all you either understand the power of the collar, or you don't.

In that studio I was just thinking how to aggravate and irritate the guy and make a point - nothing else. Actually I wasn't thinking at all. ...


After-aftermath: some years latter in that priest's parish (yes, he got one) certain significant sum of money went 'missing' - so much for morality.

[Chuckdom19]

Nicely written, Pej, and stirs up some memories, too. Thanks!

[submissivewife]

I woke to a gag in my mouth and lying in a cage. My hands tied to each corner above my head. My knees bent and ankles tied to each corner of the opposite end as my hands. Naked except for the collar I could feel snuggly around my neck. The collar fastened to one of the bars of my cage making it to where I could not move my head around. I felt helpless, scared, exposed, and vulnerable.
I didn't know who had me all I know is I was scared and I could hear someone/thing in the distance. All I could see was the ceiling above me. From the rafters and the natural wood, I guessed I was in some kind of barn or cabin but really had no idea where.
"Your awake my little pup." I hear from a familiar voice
"Auummphh,” I say. At the sound of the voice, I try to move head to see him but unable to move because of my collar hooked the way it was. Just the slightest movement cause pain around my neck and the airflow hampered. Scared I moved my head back to a position I could breath and hoped HE would come closer so I could see him.
Then HE comes into view. My Master, Owner, and Daddy was standing above me. I look at him imploringly for him to take the gag out to untie me. Reading my mind he says, "No, my pet, not yet."
Giving a noise of a whimper and cry, I watch Master lean against the top of my cage. "Don't worry my sweet, the puppies are asleep in the next room."
Knowing what he was saying my eyes become big at his implication, I struggle against my binds only to have the binds tighten on my wrists, and ankles and the collar choke me until I almost pass out from the lack of air. Settling down I open my eyes to look at my owner and realize he was serious my pups were fine.
Master leans away front he cage then walks around to the front of the gage and opens it. Climbs in and lays next to me. Oh, he felt so good, his body next to mine. I have wanted to feel him for so long I thought it would never happen. He touches my breasts then runs his hand from my heaving breast down my abdomen to my already responding pussy. Run a finger long my slit to gently open me then inserts his finger into my dripping pussy.
"My little bitch needs fucked don't you little bitch in heat."
His words humiliate me but cause my pussy to clench his finger in initiation. I arch my hips to his hand and want to fuck his hand as it teases my aching pussy. Taking and pulling my legs wider Master positions himself between my legs and puts his thick, hard, pulsating, cock to my entrance and says, "Show Daddy how bad you want him."
Arching up as best I can I put my Master into me as far as I can then start to fuck him slowly, watching his face the whole time. He watches me closely then smiles. Reaching up to my wrists he unties them then reaches down to my ankles and unties them then unhooks the collar he leaves me, crawls out of the cage, and says, "Come bitch."
Again, humiliation pours through me but I move from the cage and crawl in front of my Master to await his orders.
"Turn around and present Daddy your ass."
Turning around I present my ass to him then Master grabs my hips roughly and pulls me closer to him until he is at the entrance to my pussy then pulls me back fiercely against him. I scream into my gag at the force of his entry and the size of his cock. Breathing heavily as he fucks me fiercely, my body begins to beg for release.
Then without warning on his out thrust he pulls out of me and on his in thrust, thrusts deep into my ass. Again, the shock of the entry and the pain causes me to scream. Only this time I didn't stop my screams as he fucks my ass just as fierce as he did my pussy.
Reaching around me to touch my aching clit Master rubs my clit softly at first then harder as he come closer to his own climax. Still rubbing harder he says, "Cum bitch" and I cum as he orders, as he pumps his seed into my ass.

[Chuckdom19]

Excellent short-short, submissivewife! Begging for a sequel...

[Nikita]

Girlie:

You are reaching deep and pulling out some edgier stuff. Way to go.:cheerlead

Niki

[submissivewife]

Thank you chksng19 and Niki....I will try to keep coming up with some more interesting writings and maybe a sequal to this one.

[triad]

I need a new muse. Version 1.0 for now.



Gwen was the perfect image of the innocent slutty schoogirl in five inch fuck me heels, see through top, short pleated skirt and thigh high stockings held by lace garterbelt.

"We can't have you do that now," I said as I removed her hands away from her panties, tying them to the arms of the chair. Her pouted lips soon turned to moans as I traced my fingers over the panties, causing a wet stain to form.

I paused to place a blindfold over her eyes and she rubbed her thighs together, lost in her heat. She jumped when she heard the buzz of the vibrator and licked her lips in anticipation. I placed the head to her mouth and she quickly started sucking it like a real cock, running her tongue along the entire length. After it was coated in her saliva, I traced it slowly down her belly, leaving a wet trial over her nipples and finally over her panties. She started humping and gyrating, trying to gain more friction with the vibrator.

"Please put it in me," she begged as I teased her through the panties. I ignored her protests and removed contact all together so she tried to follow the noise with her hips, her head searching blindly around, her back arched high into the air.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease fuck me," her words slurred with lust.

"Do you promise to be good?"

"Yes, yes, yessssss," she was slowly going crazy.

I untied her wrists from the chair and she remained still to her word.

"Hold this," I placed the buzzing toy between her drenched thighs but she dropped it, not expecting the sudden act of kindness. The rattling of the vibrator on the floor complimented well with her frustrated groans. I reached for a pump gag and reduced her groans to mere whimpers. She looked so hot blindfolded, rubbing her thighs frantically, and waving a ten inch dildo sticking out from her gag. I wanted to bring myself to orgasm right then but I had a plan to follow through.

The chair was soaked when I helped her up. Then I tied her hands behind her back and picked up the toy. Tracing the juices up her stocking, I awarded her good behavior and pushed aside the dripping panties. The vibrator entered with great ease and she threw her head back as her legs trembled. I replaced the panty crotch over the vibrator to hold it in place and ushered her up the stairs.

She struggled to climb the stairs blindfolded with her hands tied which provided a great view of her ass under the skirt. I could see the vibrator rotating undereneath the panties. When we reached the bedroom, she froze completely at the loud noise from the bed.

Bound to the bed was Chloe. Her ankles were tied to her wrists and both were secured to the headboard forcing her legs wide apart and her ass high into the air. I had left a vibrator in her anus hours ago but left her pussy empty. She was groaning urgently behind the panties gagged in her mouth and it was hard to tell if she was trying to shake off the blindfold or just going crazy with frustration.

Muffled grunts beside me brought my attention back. Gwen was beginning to tense up, getting very close to cumming so I reached over and turned the vibrator off. She let out an immense groan and it was Chloe's turn to pause. I grabbed the vibrator outside Gwen's panties and pushed, edging her towards the bed, eliciting many whimpers.

Then I positioned her on her knees so her ass was high behind her and the dildo from her gag was fractions away from the hungry pussy before her. Unable to see, Gwen accidently brushed the dildo against the vibrator buried in Chloe. Chloe moaned louder and I knew I had little time left. Unable to see, Gwen was confused by the contact but I quickly remedied that when I slammed the dildo on her face into the wet pussy. Chloe almost came from the sudden intrusion and immediately begged for permission.

I refused and whispered to Gwen instead, "You may cum after you make her cum." Gwen can smell the lust before her so she started fucking her face faster and harder so Chloe was having trouble from holding back.

I decided to even the race and switched back the vibrator in Gwen. She lost her rhythm as expected, much to Chloe's frustration. But it only lasted a moment. The room was soon filled with long, passionate moans which changed to frustrated begging as both fought from cumming.

"You may cum now," I ripped off their blindfolds. Chloe screamed her release instantly, riding and coating Gwen's face before staring wide eyed in disblief. Likewise, Gwen froze in shock, but after being denied for so long, her urge to cum took over and she came with her dildo still buried in her mother's pussy.

[Nikita]

Triad,

I was sitting on the edge of my seat while I read this short scene. There was one surprise after another and the last one was priceless.

Thanks for another tasty morsel to savour, :ty

Nikita

[Chuckdom19]

Awfully hot story, Triad.

I'd love to have been a fly on the wall there...

Nicely written, beautiful setup

[guizibing]

Respects to Snoopy..

[Mad Lews]

I leave for a few weeks and they move my favorite thread:rolleyes:
Well I see some Subwifs have been very busy, nice little story, hope you're not too sore.
And Triad.... I really must take my hat off to you. when it cums to adding twists and turns you seem to always have just one more up your sleeve.
Mad

[Rabbit1]

I leave for a few weeks and they move my favorite thread:rolleyes:
Well I see some Subwifs have been very busy, nice little story, hope you're not too sore.
And Triad.... I really must take my hat off to you. when it cums to adding twists and turns you seem to always have just one more up your sleeve.
Mad


lol that will teach you to leave us alone for any lenght of time---Welcome back

:ra

[triad]

Thank you all for all of your kind words. Writing is almost a torture for me. But you make the pain hurt so good. I can't edit this anymore so excuse the mistakes you might find. My muse rejected the chocolate and double pearl panties so I might have to go in hibernation for a while. Meantime, I hope Mad Lews, nikita, etc would pick up their pens.



Version 1.1

I circle the area a few times to make sure there was no police around before I finally pull up to Chloe. "Put this on," I hand her a blindfold when she got in.

"I want to see my daughter," the voice was shaky, almost teary.

"That comes later. Now put it on. If I ask again, you are going to step out and never see your daughter again," I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment before placing the material over her eyes. I can see her nipples harden beneath the tight top. I take my time binding her wrists behind her back, watching her breath quicken, her bosom stretching the top.

"You are such a slut," I trace my fingers over her nipples pointing into the top, "just like your daughter."

"Please. My daughter is not a slut," there was arousal in her voice now.

"Listen to this," I insert the headphones from my cell phone to her ear. She can hear the loud protests on the other end of the line, "Please make it stopppppppp.....no...no more....arrrrrgggggg...yes...yesss....more, yes, more...fuck...fuck...I am...cumming..."

Chloe licked her lips unknowingly, "Gwen...is...that you?" she stammered. Her face flushed and her nipples are harder than ever.

"Soon you will be taking her place," I whisper in her other ear as I reach beneath her skirt. "And I think you would like that," I can feel a stain forming over her panties. She shakes her head but makes no attempt to dislodge my hands.

"No. You don't understand," she pleaded. "What's not to understand?" My fingers pushed into her slit through the panties, causing her to gasp. "Please. I lost my other daughter because the ransom..." she breaks down and I can hear her choke back a sob. My fingers have no effect on her even even when I push deeper. "Please. I followed your demands. I am trading myself over. Please let my daughter go..." She can no longer hold in her sobs and tears flowed behind the blindfold.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg.....please..no...ughhhh.. ..yes, yesssss...." Gwen's voice interrupts us.

"You are doing fine. I won't harm your daughter," she had stopped sobbing and her panties are soaking to the moans of her daughter. "You can't wait to be in her place, can you slut?" I am finger fucking her now, the crotch of her panties inside her, rubbing the tight walls of her pussy.

She can only moan in response, throwing her head back. She whimpers when I remove my fingers. I replace it with a vibrator and she sighs her satisfaction. Turning it on, she moans out loud and I take the opportunity to insert my fingers into her mouth. She grimaces at first but begins to suck, wrapping her lips around them, tasting her juices. When she finished licking, I start the car and drive off, shortening the distance between the two moans.

Gwen had her face lying sideways on the floor when I entered. The fucking machine is currently paused in its cycle but she didn't hear us come in, desperately trying to catch her breath. Not that she can tell due to the discipline helmet that blocks out all light and noise. The mic still sits over the exposed mouth of the helmet, inches from a puddle of saliva.

I remove Chloe's blindfold and she gasps at the sight of her daughter on her knees, secured wide apart to a wooden frame, wrists tied to ankles, shoulder slumped on the floor, ass high in the air and a fucking machine with two dildos buried in her holes. She was naked except her skirt bunched around her waist. The rest of her school clothes lying in disarray about her.

"Gwen!" Her hands struggle for the first time behind her back.

"She can't hear you," I reply and Gwen's head remains still, only her tits moving to her breathing. "It's your turn," I said as I untie her hands.

Chloe knew what was expected. She undressed and got on her hands and knees over a similar frame positioned behind the fucking machine. She could smell the pool of juice lying below the machine where the dildos entered her daughter. As I secure her wrists and ankles to the corners, the machine starts again. Chloe can only stare ahead helplessly as the dildos fuck her daughter.

"Uggggggggggghhh...." Gwen groans, too weak to lift her head. "Make it stop...please."

Chloe is mesmerized by the efficiency of the machine. The dildos alternate inside her daughter, stretching Gwen's pussy lips and anus. I can see her own pussy grip tighter at the silent vibrator insider her. I had kept her on edge for two hours during the drive.

"Ohhhhhhh....ohhhh...." Gwen begins to moan again, her hips pumping slightly. "Yes. Fuck me...yes....yessss..." she came again, her hips bucking but the dildos continue to pump. There is still six minutes left before the next break.

"I wonder if you can take fourteen hours like your daughter?" I ask to Chloe's horror. "Oh no, don't mistake me. You won't be fucked by a machine. You will be teased."

I flip her vibrator on low and she immediately start rocking her body. I grab a hold of her hips and proceed to place a remote controlled butterfly vibrator over her already swollen clit but left it off. She is humping the air furiously, the vibrator not enough for her to cum. I stroke her hair softly as she whimpers with desperate need.

So I continue to tease her while her daughter have orgasms after orgasms right before her eyes. After three hours, she reluctantly begs me to let her cum.

"Please. I need to cum. I really need to cum but..." her voice trails off, afraid to ask even as she rocks her hips like a bitch in heat.

"But what?"

"Can you please let me daughter go? I will do anything else. Please??" she begged earnestly.

"That was not the deal," I reply dryly. She can only plead with her eyes as she humps the air. There is a big puddle below her by now as well and the room reeks of frustrated pussy. "If you want to cum, you know what you must ask."

"Please...I am begging you..plea..." her words drop off as I turn on the butterfly over her clit. She bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, feeling her orgasm rising quickly.

"You were saying?" I turn off the butterfly.

She screams in great frustration, seconds away from cumming, "PLEASE MAKE ME CUM......please use my daughter...to make me...cum," she wails, unable to think about anything but her throbbing clit.

I smile and proceed to insert a penis gag with an attached dildo into her mouth. I did the same to her daughter. Then I stop the machine, remove it from Gwen, followed by a loud groan from her. Chloe eyes my movements, swaying her hips, waiting for me to fuck her dripping pussy with her daughter's face.

"Are you ready for your daughter to make you cum?" I declare. She mubbles behind her gag. "Yes, then I will let her go," I reply. She nods and drops her head, hiding her face from Gwen even though she is still laced in the helmet.

"Well, I hope you don't mind a substitute," I have brought another girl into the room. Puzzled, Chloe looks up to see a girl slide on a strapon dildo. She frowned, slightly confused. Then her hips stopped gyrating and she protested into her gag. Iris is kneeling behind Chloe now and pushed the dildo into her mother's slit, causing Chloe to protest louder, shaking her head wildly.

"It seems like your mother missed you Iris," I grin at Chloe's mixture of moans and whimpers. Her eyes are tearing again but I am not sure if it's due to the pleasure of the dildo sawing into her pussy or having found her long lost daughter. Regardless, I push her head forward into Gwen's sore pussy. Judging by the noise in the room, I think it's a happy reunion.

[Chuckdom19]

Superb tale, Triad. That's a story that almost demands a sequel... or a prequel.

Darn hot, well written, and stimulating.

[Nikita]

I echo Chuck and Mad's responses to your latest edition, but then, you knew I'd like it. :ty

[pejanon]

Fookka Fiika Girl
By Wolff

© 2006 by Wolfwerks


Tina was jerking and twisting her head. She was desperately trying to see what is going on. As the room filled she though she saw Angelina Jollie in that Lara Croft jumpsuit, leading on leash Freddie M in latex ledder-hosen and jaunty beret. He seemed quite alive. Twilight Zone time again, she thought. (No you are way past twilight. This is the night and its maw has taken you irreversibly. Irreversible!.)

Lara 'The lips' Croft faced her - and winked. Stunned Tina was still staring at her when the girl was brought in and thrown on her knees in the circle of mock serious faces...

Tina blinked....



Sheik Generic pompously strutted towards the uniformed girl.

She knelt before him like votive sacrifice; hands tied on her back, wrapped up to her elbows with wide camel-hide strips, white knees sock oh legs, black and white saddle shoes on her feet. She wore starched white blouse with short sleeves, shirt collar, buttoned in front, tucked into a stiff pleated navy blue skirt. A monogram on the pocket over the heart shouted in red: OVER 18! P.U.M. (Please Use Me!)


She was drooling around the ring gag stretching her mouth painfully. Her green eyes were wide and fixed him with a look perfectly defining a cross between absolute dread and absolute worship. Auburn ponytail hung down her white blouse.

One of the men started chanting "ooo" and the others took it. The whole room was reverberating with ominous, sonorous "oooo" sound seemingly coming from nowhere...

Sheik Generic was bare breasted, lose pantaloons letting his bulging dick stick out, his two slaves, faces covered with black gauze right behind him. He grabbed her auburn head with both hands and arched back as much as he could. He almost lost his footing, his cock pointing toward ceiling, his head stretched back and down, his face a grinning mask. He was trembling with that "ooo' vibration that permeated the room. It was obviously taking him beyond - into fuck-spaces unknown.

Suddenly both his massive slaves intoned in unison: "Aaaaaand...."

The chant stopped. Sheik rose on the balls of his feet poised, his body tense as a bow, his hands almost crushing the head of his petrified receptacle.


Black hawk's single eek-eeking scream impaled that moment of silence - the harbinger of doom. Smoke columns over braziers danced appreciatively. Ruddy firelight stretched swaying shadows.


"A Fookkka fookka fookatta ... A Fikka fikka fikka fikkatta .." Slaves began to chant in voices full of glottal stops.

On cue, the Sheik swung his body forward with all his might. His thunder-hard, cock swung in glistening arc, unerringly finding its offered target.

He SLAMMED his cock in her face. It rushed in forcefully the open mouth of helpless snotty bitch like Fukuoka express, ramming its way towards her gullet. She buckled as he immersed it to the hilt. The crowd gasped, definitely forgetting their little drinks. From his shoulder perch the hawk screeched again voraciously.

He pulled out. Only his helmet remained in, swimming in saliva brimming her mouth. Keeping rhythm with the fookka-fiikka chant he started pummeling the hapless captive's mouth - sacrificing to twisted Gods Of Unnamable Cums which are surely nonexistent (Are they? She wondered). With each trust her lips were squashed by his pubis, her face smashed into his pubic hair, lemon-like balls swinging forcefully against her chin.

Tina was appalled at this senseless display. She thought that poor girl will surely suffocate in this barbarian face-fucking ceremony. Her stretched limbs were already hurting and her own ordeal had not even started yet.

Fookka-fiikka went on.

She spied the Wolf in the crowd. He was grinning at her. His mouth formed O as the OOO chant returned.

As OOO replaced fookka-fikka chant Generic resumed the waiting pose. He arched back so far that his hands barely reached the head of kneeling "Catholic Girl." A thick strand of pearly mixture of pre-cum and saliva trailed from his heaven- defying cock to sacrifice's mouth.

She was gasping and spluttering, her body heaving spasmodically as she tried to catch her breath. White blouse was covered with dark splotches. Her tear brimmed eyes could not discern much. She felt only steely fingers griping her head and incredible stretching of the ring gag in her sore mouth. Her tongue was lolling jerkily. It's dripping tip swung this way and that like frightened rabbit peeking from its hole to see if the danger is gone.

It wasn't.

Chant resumed and he stared pummeling the throat of his kneeling victim again.

"A Fookka fookka fookatta A Fikka fikka fikka fikkatta .."

Tina wanted to scream, wishing she could stoop her ears.

She couldn't. She swung her gaze and spied Justin Timberlake in the excited crowd. He was in full leather regalia, his bare chest graced with screaming tattoo: I WILL NEVER OPEN MY MOTH AGAIN BUT TO SUCK COCK! He was drooling around his penis gag as he watched ritual face fuck and his lips were trying to join the crowd: Fooka Fikka … I must be crazy, she thought. (Crazy? You are way past madness entrance point and into screaming darkness of Gods of Unnamable Cums.)

Ritual skull fucking of the kneeling girl went on for long time. In ooo periods- the waits - she clung to him like heaving, rag doll pulled off the ground entirely, her bound arms rising and falling in mute call for un-forthcoming help.

Suddenly on the inward swing, he screamed. The hawk on slave's shoulder echoed it.

Men stared intoning high iii chant. Slaves went into fast "Akhbar wooha a wooh" litany. In seizure, Sheik Genric pumped his first load of royal jism in her throat. Then he pulled out. The cock fired massive sticky globules of cum on the wet fuck-surface. Once it was a face. Soon it will be face again - but not now. It was red, puffed, welted. Most of it dripped off delirious 'Catholic Girl's' head.

After jerking for a long time he collapsed, spent. She also collapsed in trembling, sobbing heap. Sobs sounded strange - ring gag was still there.


Iiii chanting stopped. Smoke columns could rest from their frenzied belly dancing. As the aromatic wood dwindled to smoldering cinders attendants poured sacks of Grill Charcoal on braziers.

It was typical Masque of Red death moment. Then, disturbing the eternal now of the hypnotic moment, nervous snippets of conversation bubbled in the crowd.

Other kind of ceremony was about to begin. In festive mood once again guest clanked ice in their glasses merrily.

Tina wished she could faint. Her manacled limbs and twitching pussy affirmed that she could not.

Instead, she blinked...

[Nikita]

Excellent stuff Wolffie. You will ALWAYS push the right buttons. :bondage:

[pejanon]

Thank you Nik. Call me Old Pushbutton.

[Mad Lews]

A belated Super Bowl Sunday story.:rolleyes:


The Gamble

Mad headed down the stairs to the basement going slow and quiet. He really wanted to surprise her. She'd shown up for the game dressed just like he'd asked, wearing her shoes, collar, and an overcoat. No problems there, she was starting to understand the importance of her lessons. Naturally she wasn't going to watch the game with him. He brought her down to the playroom, took her shoes and coat, and locked her inside the cage.
The cage was steel 32" high 30" wide and 48"long. She could stay on her hands and knees or lay curled on the blanket he so generously allowed her, but there wasn't enough room for her to turn around inside.
Once she was locked inside he reached between the top bars and stroked her back his hand running down along the curve of her bottom. She began to purr like his good little kitty. Reluctantly he pulled his hand away and headed for the door.
" Do you know what tonight's lesson will be?" he asked her
" Never bet against your Master. Even when you win you'll lose." She repeated as if she'd memorized the words. They had a fifty-dollar bet on the game. She'd picked the Steelers so he was stuck with the Seahawks.
"Think on it a bit. I'll be back in a while." He told her just before he flicked off the light and closed the door.
That had been almost two hours ago. The first half was over, Seattle had already lost the game, they just weren't ready to admit it yet. But before being put out of their misery there was going to be an interminable half time show with some geriatric rocker trying to recapture his better days. Mad had a better idea for a halftime show.
So here he was sneaking down to the playroom hoping to surprise Nikki as she huddled alone in the dark penned in by steel bars. He was half way down the stairs when he heard voices coming from the playroom.
" Only seven points but they're still winning?….Seattle must really suck, but Pittsburgh is looking good right Jazzy?…. The Steelers', they have it in the bag right? What about Mick?…. He is, which one?"
Either Nikki was cracking up from a few hours of solitude or it sounded like the little minx was on the phone. But that was impossible, he didn't even have a phone jack in the playroom. All thoughts of stealth evaporated as he pounded down the last few stairs. She heard him coming.
"Oh shit! I gotta go Jazzy he's coming."
He threw open the door and flipped on the light and caught a glimpse of Nikki trying to stuff something under the blanket.
"Where is it?" he demanded.
"Where's what?" she asked stalling for time but unable to really hide anything in her cage.
"The god damn phone! How the hell did you get it in here?" he sounded as mad as he was.
She winced at his raised voice and blushed like a virgin. Her head was pressed to the floor of the cage trying to hide the lump under the blanket.
" Give me the phone! Now!"
She meekly raised her head and reached under the blanket. He was crouched at the side of the cage now where she could see him. She knew with just a glance she was in real trouble. Now was not the time for cute comments. With a trembling hand she dropped the cell phone into his palm.
It was a Nokia ® 3220, hard to believe they made them this small.
"What's the meaning of this?" he asked shaking the phone under her nose. Of course there was no good answer to that question but she gamely tried to come up with one.
"I needed a light, I get scared down here in the dark, and then while I was waiting here Jazzy called, and it was on vibrate, and so I had to answer, and then you heard us and …
Am I in trouble?" the last words were accompanied by a petulant pout.
He turned the phone over in his palm. It was incredibly small and light. Less than a half inch thick maybe an inch and a half wide and four inches long. Still she'd gone into the cage wearing nothing but her collar so how the fuck had she gotten it in there. Suddenly a knowing smile lit his face and he sniffed the phone suspiciously. Her flushed face glowed a brighter shade of red as she squirmed on her hands and knees.
"Damn it girl, looks like we're gonna have to do full cavity search before each session."
Not that he had any real problems with that.:noprobs:

Mad

[Rabbit1]

Thanks Mad ---I enjoyed that :ra

[pejanon]

Great, Mad!
Sometimes simple is the best, isn't it.

Wolffie

[Nikita]

Great story. I especially enjoyed the part where she is em-bar-assed when he sniffs the phone...:crawlgirl

:bondage:

[pejanon]

Just Another day in The Forrest

By Wolff

2006 (c) by Wolffwerks

There was this merry little girl who liked to wear red parka with a hood. But, since she kept the hood down so that her cute wild ponytail could swing wild and free she was known as Little Red Riding Ponytail.

Every day she went into the forest to bring mushrooms to her ‘grandma’. Hippity hop.


First she went to a sunlit clearing where a thick long mushroom grew. It was caped by the appropriate purplish hat. She played with it a bit and the voice said:

“I am Cick the Magic Mushroom.”

“Ooo, “ she said. “How so?”

“Suck on me and find out!”

She sucked and oohed and ahhed and was soon rewarded with the delicious mushroom milk which she gulped hungrily, wiping the last drops from her rosy cheeks. Then the other mushrooms stuck their heads out and voices rang:

“We are Magic Mushrooms too. Suck us too!”

So she spent one happy hour in the sunlit dale, merrily crawling around, sucking c… mushrooms, rolling around and jubilantly greeting each pearly geyser as it erupted and shone as fresh milk in the sunlight, before caching most of it on her face and mouth. Her parka was all wet too, but she rolled on the sticky grass and licked it too. Yumm.

Then, sated for the moment, she gaily ran into the forest. Hippity hop.

** ** **

Back on the clearing the guards from nearby castle pushed off the leaves they had covered themselves with.

“You just have to love this part of forest!”

“Yes, but there are other paths with other ponytails running them at various times… let’s hurry.”

** ** **

Happy that she made those silly guards happy... and in a such delicious way … she hippity hopped on and ran into the Big Bad Wolf.

“Good morning, Sir Wolff”

“Good morning, Ponytail, “he woofed. “What are you up to this fine morning?”

She drew circle with her toe (and pretty toe it was). “Nothing much, Sir Wolf. Just visiting my ‘grandma’ as usual.”

“No sh … ehem. Show me your hood, little Ponytail.”

She turned around (her ponytail swishing merrily) and showed him the hood on her parka. It was empty.

“Not that one. The OTHER one... the one you love to pull back to expose your nub.”

She blushed (prettily, of course.) “Can’t do that, Sir.”

”Yes you can.”

“No I cannot Sir!”

“Oh yes, you SO can!”

”No, Sir, I cannot. Sorry, Sir.”

He lunged on her. She dance away gaily and ran back into forest. Hippity hop.

“So this is the name of the game today! Two can play it, you naughty ponytail you!”

** ** **

She ran fast and laughed like a silver bell on the nipple ring of the forest dryad in bondage. She was not too concerned as she walked and ran after butterflies. Afore mentioned bondage dryads envied her but she wasn’t into play with them in the morning. It was more of an evening game. She ran towards her ‘grandma’s’ house. Hippity hop.

** ** **

In the gloom ‘grandma’ seemed pretty big and covered up to her chin, but that was all right.

“So what do you have such large eyes, ‘grandma’?”

“So I can see your hood better.”

“Ooooo. And why do you have such large ears?”

“So I can hear your screams and pleas better.”

“No sh … uuumm. Oooo. And why do you have such large hands ‘grandma’?”

“So I can grab you better and spank you till sun goes cold!”

“Oooo. And why do you have such big c… “

“Enough of foreplay, you bitch!” he roared and rushed out of the bed, grabbing her. He was still wearing grandma’s shift and a cap but the glassed flew off.

“Ooo, Sir! Fie Sir!”

He manhandled her and she was naked in no time. She was also on her knees in no time and sucking on his peerless pestle. Hippity hop.

He then put a brand new body harness on her and holding the reins drove her around the room using a cane as a goad. Then she was on her knees again and sucking his cock some more. Hippity hop.

Then he tied her to a ceiling hook and she hung horizonaly, trussed up, her legs open and bend in the knees. He produced the dog whip and used it. She swung and screamed.

“Helicopter, Sir!”

He swung her in a circle, then let her go. Little Red Riding Ponytail flew around the room propelled by the whip.


”Hweeeee!” She sang, leaving a fine spray of her liquid behind her. The whip cut that mist to connect with her HOOD repeatedly. Hippity hop.

The door crashed and the hunter rushed in, shotgun ready.

“Unhand the maiden you bad wolf you!”

Big Bad Wolf whirled, almost tripping in the shift. Ponytail was still circling and wheeeing.

“You ATE grandma! I know it!” he pointed the shotgun at him

Big Bad Wolf seemed confused. (Ponytail wheeed in the background).

“Why, yes. Of course I did.”

“Then I will liberate her!” His finger tightened on both triggers.

The door to the back room - the one with the hole! - flew open revealing a disheveled and very flushed ‘grandma’.

“What are you doing, young man? He was playing such a nice and innocent game with my granddaughter here! If you let them be He might eat me AGAIN!”

The hunter grew very red and dropped his eyes on the shot gum. It seemed to grow limp.

Big Bad Wolf grinned evilly.

“Grandma,” he inquired, smirking, “do you have those strap-ons still?”

“Sure do, son.! What do you have in mind?”

“You just bring them. And that special harness too.”

He laughed at the frightened hunter, smoothing the shift..

“Then we will all visit ponies.”

Ponytail giggled.

“Oooo Sir!”

Clipty clop.

** ** **

As the group went to pony stables Puck unglued his nose from the window. He ‘adjusted’ his pants and whipped his brow.

“Oh, man. That was something. Well, I guess it is back to dryads for me. I wonder if they can run on all fours carrying the donkey.”

And he hippity hoped back into the forest.

It was not Midsummer Eve, but, it will soon be. If he trained them hard enough ….

In the distance a pony brayed. It was still early morning.


THE END?

[Nikita]

I thank you dear Wolffie
For writing this story,
It's sure to make some readers horny.


*It's a terrible rhyme, but I want you to know, I really like your tail.

[triad]

It's been hard trying to write from an androgynous point of view. Anyways, it's time to revive this thread... and I think my sex is fairly clear this time.



I smiled at Chloe as she rubbed her gagged mouth against my crotch. A smile formed around the black ringgag as well when she felt my hard shaft straining against my jeans. It always pleased her that the mere sight of her bound and helpless created such effects upon me. She was absolutely beautiful kneeling by my feet, her arms laced tightly behind her in an armbinder, her thighs, calves and ankles buckled together by leather belts. The only other articles of clothing she wore were the thongs binding her toes and a now drenched crotchrope snug in her pussy.

Protruding her tongue, she lapped along the faded fabric. I can feel the firm pressure of her tongue, betraying her eagerness and I knew it would not be long before the object of her desire would peak above the waist of my low rise jeans. She had behaved exceptionally this week and this moment is no exception. Her birthday was this week and she desperately wished for the present that she had wanted for a long time. With great effort, I stopped her, holding her hair so she gazed up at me.

I leaned down and softly traced my tongue along her lips, tasting the moist flesh and the leather of the gag. She moaned into me and I pulled back, "Are you ready for your present?" She just moaned louder. Her eyes lost in mine, nodding her head.

I pinched her nipple as I helped her up, causing more juices to run down her quivering thighs. Leading her to the playroom, she let out a gasp of delight. In the middle, a velvet cloth covered a large box from view. It stood about three feet high, three feet wide and six feet long. She started licking my cheek with her tongue, pushing her ample bosom against my arm, thanking me profusely. It was the cage she had hoped for.

If she wasn't so excited, she would have noticed the hint of mischief in my smile. "Want to try it?"

She nodded immediately, her pussy overflowing, purring into my ear. I unbuckled the ringgag from her but she kept silent like a good girl, licking her lips instead. "Close your eyes and no peeking." Then I lifted her into my arms and she squealed a soft surprise. Her frowns communicated the thought running through her head. Afterall, why would I need to lift her into a cage? But she obediently kept her eyes closed. Carrying her over to the object, I removed the cloth covering the container beneath, revealing a giant fish tank.

Holding her fractions over the water, I smiled widely again, "Happy birthday," and dropped her into the tank.

[Nikita]

Ooooo...water torture? You got played by the double post demon.

[triad]

Typical fantasy. Version 1.



I trembled at the contents of the box before me. Concealed snugly among the velvet cloth was an object smaller than a Duracell C battery. But after going seventeen days without an orgasm, it would still send shivers through me even if it was the size of a transistor. Regathering my thoughts, I looked around furtively before snaking my hand beneath my barely acceptable skirt. It was a good decision to have the video teach the class. My hand shook in the dark as I reached for the egg vibrator and proceeded to insert it deep within my moist pussy, trapping it against the double pearl thong digging between my engorged lips.

Shifting behind my desk, I clenched my pussy against the oval object, barely supressing a moan before I realized some eyes in my direction. Embarrassed, I quickly veiled my face with a tissue, pretending to blow my nose. What if they knew? Distracted by these thoughts and the heat accumulating between my legs, the public announcement system jolted me back to reality.

"Ms. Friedan please report to Mr. Marston's office at the end of the period." It was not often that I am needed by the principal and considering under ten minutes remained, I dismissed the class early.

"I am afraid Mrs. Belluci is unable to speak at the assembly later this afternoon." I can feel my heart sink knowing that it would probably be eighteen days now. "Since you are a close collegue and have assisted her in the presentation, I would like you to fill her place."

"Certainly. It would be my honor," I replied mechanically, avoiding any movement that may cause the pearls to rub agonizingly against my slit. Walking back to the classroom, I wondered what could have occupied Mistress and in turn the orgasm I desperately needed.

The rest of the day passed in a blur like the words currently echoing from the microphone. Sitting on stage, I began to feel nervous at the entire school population before me. I tucked several times at the hem of my skirt and crossed my legs when a vibration roared in my pussy. I froze immediately.

If Mistress was not here, who is controlling the remote to the vibrator? My attempt to solve the mystery proved futile against the waves of pleasure resonating from my aroused core. My hands instinctively reached for my bosom before I caught myself. I can't do this on stage! But it's been seventeen...my thoughts melted against the pulsing of the toy. If this keeps up, I am going to cum, no, explode in three minutes.

Of course, at that moment, it was my turn to speak. Struggling to my feet, I trudged towards the podium, my hips swaying, the vibration growing. Fighting to control my voice, I leaned over the microphone, my eyes level with the entire student body when I realized that I had left the box out on my desk! One of the students must have found the remote.

Frightened to no end, a long embarassing silence passed before I spoke. Unable to hear myself, every single nerve ending in my body focused on the humming between my weakening legs. My grip on the podium tightened and I can feel my toes curling, the blood rushing to meet the vibrations on the clit, my voice is close to a moan, moments before I release seventeen days of denial and teasing infront of everyone in the school. The struggle to hold back combined with the shame and humiliation would undoubtly make this the best orgasm of my life.

Then it stopped. Fractions from the edge. I immediately slumped to the stage, buried my fingers deep inside me, my skirt above my waist and screamed my orgasm.

[learningtopleez]

Thanks for the hot short triad! What a way to end it! :cool17: ...or should I say HOT?? ;)

[submissivewife]

I agree with LTP that was very HOT!

[Mad Lews]

Me thanks Triad :ty
for reviving this musty old thread.
and in such a nice way, so what does "Typical Fantasy version 1.2 entail?

just curious
Mad Lews

[triad]

Version 1.01


I wonder if the students accepting my handshake and certificate can smell my arousal or see my juices running down my legs past the tight miniskirt. In fact, I am certain everyone can see the glistening juice due to the bright stage lights. I have no doubt that Mrs.Belluci is taking her time reading the names as I struggle to compose myself. But the battle was lost before it started; after all, it has been seventeen days.

The buzzing of the toy drums relentlessly, sending shivers to my toes, marching me towards an inevitable climax. I clench my teeth behind the forced smile, determined not to cum. Whatever it may take, I will not succumb to the humiliation even if my face is flushed, pulse racing, pussy pulsating and dripping. I simply will not allow it.

The eyes of the entire student population is before me and the school staff is behind me. I stand in between, my hips trying not to gyrate to the pleasurable humming within. I want to give in to the vibration, let it spread throughout my body. No, I must fight it. Not infront of the whole school.

At last the ceremony draws to a close but I linger around, waiting for others to leave. Mrs. Belluci remains with me, her hand inside her pocket, never missing a beat playing with the remote control. I stand bowlegged, my thighs clamped together, knees bent, attracting a few curious stares. I am gasping for air one moment and holding back my moans the next. My eyes plead desperately with Mrs. Belluci but she just smiles to the students exiting, an armslength away from the stage.

My eyes follow the last student out and immediately I sink onto all fours. My body trembles all over and my heels dig into the floor as the orgasm crushes over me. Instinctively, I cover my hands over my mouth to muffle my loud screams of ecstacy.

[triad]

Version 1.02

My eyes follow the last student out and immediately I sink onto all fours.

"Please..." my voice trembling and barely audible.

"Hmm?"

"Please...let...me.....me...cumm.." I have trouble speaking and my shoulder slumps to the floor providing an unobstructed view of the broken dam that is my pussy swaying wildly in the air.

"Can you image the sight you present now?"

I would have made an effort to answer except she turned the toy to max and all that escaped was the screams of my ecstacy.

[triad]

Version 1.03

My eyes follow the last student out and immediately I sink onto all fours.

"Please..." my voice trembling and barely audible.

"Hmm?"

"Please...let...me.....me...cumm.." I have trouble speaking and my shoulder slumps to the floor providing an unobstructed view of the broken dam that is my pussy swaying wildly in the air.

"You should have came earlier when you had the chance."

"...but...all the students..." I almost shrieked as the toy abruptly stopped. "NO! Please turn it back on. I NEED TO CUM. PLEASE." I am wailing on the floor of the stage on all fours. My hair in disarray and close to tears.

"Maybe tomorrow."

I held back my sobbing for the eighteenth time.

[triad]

Version 2.0 forthcoming. It will be radically different but still retains exhibitionism and most likely orgasm denial. I think.


Version 1.04

"Please...let...me.....me...cumm.." I have trouble speaking and my shoulder slumps to the floor providing an unobstructed view of the broken dam that is my pussy swaying wildly in the air.

"You should have came earlier when you had the chance."

"PLEASSSSE," I am grasping at her ankle.

"No, you may not cum," her voice was firm.

"But...I can't....hold...back...any longer....." and it was true. I was reaching my limit.

"Then you might want to beg me to stop before you regret it."

There was a long pause as I struggle with the situation. I am so close to cumming in seventeen days. My pussy is leaking like a faucet. Choking back tears, I stammer hesitantly," Please....stop. Turn it...off."

"Are you sure?" She teased mercilessly.

"Yess....please...I am going....to cum...I ...can't hold...back..." My voice left as the toy stopped, replaced by a most frustrated whimper of resignation.

[orchid]

WOW!!
i can't decide which one i like best - i just know i want to read MORE!!

[Mad Lews]

I'm a firm believer in windows 98 SE but you've got me wondering.
Maybe it's time to upgrade to version 1.03

as long as the switch isn't too frustrating

Mad Lews

[Scorpio'sWill2Power]

A few random thoughts that I felt might fit in this thread.
Something I'd been toying around with for a bit this morning.


Olivia's behavior had given her Master numerous nights of
restless sleep of late. Fitful dreams when they came at
all of her unwillingness to accept herself and the role
she was born to fulfill.

"My heart aches when I have to raise my hand to you
in disappointment and sorrow," he whispered.

She struggled to turn her head and see her Master, to follow
his voice but her purple leather collar had been secured to
the table top by the small silver rings adorning it.

Her legs had been splayed open with the use of a spreader
bar which was secured to her ankle cuffs, then connected by
silk rope to each of the table legs on either side.

She lay prostrate before him, her body naked, exposing her
backside to him. Both hands bound one over the other
had been held aloft above the middle of her back by more of the
silk rope which looped over a beam in the ceiling above.

He'd placed a small azure blue square shaped pillow beneath
her mound to give her some measure of comfort where she bent
at the hips over the edge of the table. It would also help to
prevent any chaffing between the rough surface of the table
and her cunt mound when he disciplined her.

"I apologize Sir, I ask that you forgive me for my lack
of self worth, my disobedience and dishonor of your teachings,"
Olivia whimpered.

Master Feather watched with growing desire as Olivia's coppery
hair brushed over the milky white contrast of her shoulders as
she tried vainly to turn her head toward his voice.

The fire red mane fell about midway down her back, dancing over
the smooth pallet of her flesh like an artist's sable tip brush dipping
and swirling amid a sea of polar white.

"I truly ache that I must shear you my precious lamb, that I must
remove your identity so that you will grow and bloom again just as
your hair will in time."

Salty rivulets of tears began cascading down Olivia's cheeks and
pooling between her lips as she thought of being born again.
A part of her shamed by thoughts of losing her womanly beauty,
another part of her joyous that she would sacrifice her vanity to be
whole, to be complete in her Master's eyes.

Master Feather walked around to the opposite side of the table
taking Olivia's face in his hands. He leaned down and kissed the
tears which ran copiously down her cheeks now, his lips and tongue
tasting the untainted emotion that was spilling forth from his mate.

"This is not loss Olivia but rather a rebirth, a reawakening of who you
truly are inside and I do all that I do for you in love," he said as he
gave her forehead a final kiss.

Leaning over her he began gathering up Olivia's fiery locks into a tight
spiral with his sinewy hands. Twisting the coppery strands tightly till
they bunched up and threatened to rip free of their roots, he slipped
a thin piece of pink elastic from his wrist and rolled it down to the stalk
of hair to her scalp.

"Cleanse me Sir, take away all the filth that I've let myself become,
all the dishonesty, the vanity, the sin of pride and doubt in myself."

"Make me whole again in your eyes and with your discipline, truly
mark me as the whore I've allowed myself to become," she sobbed
watching Master Feather's hand reach to encompass the SOG Bowie
knife.

The honed edge of the six and a half inch blade slid beneath the
loop of Olivia's shock of hair. Slow even slashes of the ebony edged
steel began slicing through years of denial, of deceit and what she was
born to be in a life wasted in hiding from herself!

She could feel the feathery wisps of her own hair raining down on her
shoulders and tickling against the globes of her bare breasts as they
floated about her stiffening nipples. She felt a dull ache begin pulsing
wihin the pit of her tummy and tiny droplets of her own wetness drizzle
between the folds of her cunt.

Olivia was being reborn in the eyes of her Master and most importanly
being reawakened from her slumber of self denial. From this day forward
she knew she belonged totally and would never decieve herself or deny
her desires no matter how shamefull others might think them.

[chattel69]

The ultimate in submission is being totally nude from head to toe...

[Nikita]

You seduce with your tome, Sir. My favorite parts of your vignette:


The fire red mane fell about midway down her back, dancing over the smooth pallet of her flesh like an artist's sable tip brush dipping and swirling amid a sea of polar white.

I was near tears as she pledged her submission and then,


The honed edge of the six and a half inch blade slid beneath the loop of Olivia's shock of hair. Slow even slashes of the ebony edged steel began slicing through years of denial, of deceit and what she was born to be in a life wasted in hiding from herself!

Here is a sentence every sub should feel at least once in his/her lifetime:


She felt a dull ache begin pulsing wihin the pit of her tummy and tiny droplets of her own wetness drizzle between the folds of her cunt.

Thank you for sharing that pulse.

[Mad Lews]

Scorpio'sWill2Power
With thanks my good Sir for reviving this long dormant thread.
Such a wonderful little vignette of deep-seated submission,
A sub wavering between shame and pride.
Your descriptive prose does her justice.
May all your subs be a little bit rebellious.
It makes life so much more interesting
Mad Lews

[MsUther]

Olives destiny makes me sob.
You are a Master of words, good Sir.

[cariad]

Posted with thanks to my dear friends here, and in particular Qmoq and Alex Bragi[/I]
__________________________

“In two hundred yards you will have reached your destination” said the automated voice of the satellite navigation system.

If only that voice knew, she thought. Looking at the displayed map she pulled over just before the final bend in the road and nervously brushed her hair, again, and checked her light application of make-up, again. She re-read his final instructions, although earlier in her trip she had amused herself by repeating the whole letter, word by word from memory. In just a few minutes she would be with him for the first time. With the man who had written those words. The man who she had first chatted to online, and then spent hours on the phone with. The man who had become the centre of her universe.

“When you arrive at my house, park on the left hand side of drive next to my car. Once you have stopped the engine running and removed your key ring your friend to trigger your safe call. You will not be returning to your car until it is time for you to return home, so make sure you bring with you everything which you will need. Lock your car, put your bags on the doorstep and then ring the door bell. I will be waiting for you, but will give you enough time to put on the blindfold which is enclosed with this letter. I look forward to seeing you. ”

Inside the house he tried to relax as he waited for her arrival. It had been nearly a year since they had met in that chat room, and it was now only minutes before they would be in a real room together. But he couldn’t relax, he paced the floor anxiously running over every detail of the weekend making sure there was nothing he had missed. She had rung him, as he had requested when she was five miles away, she had to be nearly there now. He struggled not to peer through the window to spot her coming, but restrained himself, as he strove to hear the sound her engine as she pulled onto his drive.

His bell rang, and he made himself count to thirty before he opened the door. Why had he chosen such a high number? He hurried his count. And there she was. Looking just as she had in her photos, but on his doorstep, clutching her handbag, a small case beside her, wearing the clothes he had sent, and at his request, blinded to the world. What threw his remaining equilibrium though was her stance, perfectly balanced on her three inch heels, her feet slightly apart and head bowed, nothing moving. At that point his carefully made plans for the evening nearly went, but he took a deep breath, kissed her cheek and whispered “welcome’. Taking her bags he placed them just inside the door and gently took her hand saying “there’s a low step just in front of you. Come in my dear”.

His hand gave her the support which she needed. Support not so much to enter blind into a strange house, but to calm her souring emotions. Wrapping her fingers around his she stepped over where she assumed the threshold to be and continued into his home until stopped by his whispered instruction. Then his hand was gone. The heavy wooden door, the last thing she had seen, closed behind her with a thud. And then silence.

Well, silence until she strained enough to hear the imprints of an occasional foot step on a thick carpet. And then came the instruction she had been expecting. “Hands behind your back please. ” She felt him loosely tie her wrists together, the ribbon smooth and cool, holding her for him. The end of the ribbon placed in her fingers, reminding her that she only had to pull and the bow would undo and she would be free.

When he had chosen her outfit he had envisaged how she would look, how the soft dark leather corset would shape her, aid her posture, both conceal and present her breasts, how the silken fabric of the skirt would fall gracefully from her hips until it just covered her ankles. What he had not envisaged was how he would feel. The surge of pride from knowing that she had come to give herself to him, his amazement at the trust which she so simply gave him.

She felt his hand run slowly and gently down her arm, each nerve ending standing to attention and then relaxing as his touch whispered to each in turn. He sighed, “beautiful…”. Collecting his wits, he led her across the room, and bid her kneel. Never before had she appreciated that carpet made a noise as it was crushed.

In her head she followed the sounds of his footsteps out of the carpeted room and onto a hard floor. She heard the fridge door open and close, a chinking of glasses, the glissando of them being filled and his returning steps.

He thrilled to see how she had not moved, his fear being that she would have become nervous and undone the bow holding her wrists, but she was just as he had left her; her breathing slow and relaxed, her posture correct but not taut.

There was a creaking of leather, and a hard cool smooth glass touching her lips. “Drink, my darling. ” She opened her mouth a little and felt a cold liquid smother her upper lip as he poured a little of it into her. Then the glass was removed so she could swallow her favourite fruit cocktail.

He wished he could see her eyes smile as he watched her mouth curl upwards in recognition. Her easy, appreciative acknowledgment that he had remembered. He was so grateful to himself that he had saved their early conversations, including the one where she had let the recipe slip. He offered her another sip, intoxicated by her presence and the power he was experiencing.

A ringing in her handbag broke the moment. Muttering silently to himself he went over to it and removed her phone, and pressing the green button held it to her ear. She was supposed to slip a code word into the short conversation she was having with her trusted friend to indicate whether all was well or whether she needed help. Instead all she did was whisper the word, pause and then repeat it more confidently, twice, and eagerly say goodbye to her link with the outside world. He stroked her head as he pressed the power button on the phone before returning it to her bag.

“I need to do a few things in the kitchen, please wait here for me. ” There was a soft click as he turned the cd player on, and as he reluctantly left her for a while Elgar’s cello concerto enveloped her within her thoughts.

"Ready, my dear?" His words cut into her trance and she felt his hand on her arm. "Come and eat. " Her bearings now completely lost, she carefully stood and let him guide her. Standing still when he stopped, side stepping in response to the pressure on her left arm, and then sitting as the back of her knees told her he had positioned her chair. Her bound wrists and corset making her sit upright and her feet tucked under the chair she whispered a ‘thank you’ as she felt him place a napkin over her lap.

The scent of a subtle spicy candle set the scene for her. Obediently, and without ceremony, she opened her mouth each time she felt the hard metal of the fork touch her lower lip, accepting the food he offered her. Instantly she recognised what he was feeding her. They had chatted about food many times, and this was the only savoury dish he claimed he could reliably make. Whether it really was the food served to the gods which is how seemed to be at the time she would never really know, but it was perfect. Warm rich flavours teasing her senses, each morsel offered as she was ready, the occasional sip of a deep, mellow wine sending her head spinning more than any alcohol ever could. Then the cool desert, sweet and slightly tangy, sometimes soft, sometimes crisp. Only once did a little fall from the spoon onto her breast, the imprint of his finger where he had wiped it from her burning and calling to the essence of who she was.

After dinner, as she sat on the floor by his feet, her head resting on his thigh the outside world ceased to exist and they were in a place that time had forgotten. They talked about everything. About philosophies and elephants, about music and rivers, about their pasts and their dreams for the future. Just occasionally, seemingly when she was least expecting it, he would caress her. Sometimes her arm, sometimes her face or neck, and sometimes the swell of one of her breasts. Each time so tender, and so short.

The evening was both infinite but soon gone. He led her into the bathroom where he untied her wrists and guided her around the room, using her hand to show her where everything was, including a bag containing what he wished her to wear to bed. Finally he asked her to close her eyes and he removed her blindfold. Keeping both that and the ribbon, he closed the door behind him. Later she would ask herself why it did not occur to her open her eyes, but the thought did not cross her mind. She felt her way around the strange room, the texture, temperature and shape of each item so sharply defined in her dark world she soon prepared herself for bed. Breathing in she loosened the ties on her corset and stepped out of her skirt as it rustled to the ground. She did her best to fold them and put them to one side. Then she felt over to where he had left what he wanted her to wear. Standing naked she wondered what she would find. Her imagination led her in all directions, but never to the correct place. Her fingers touched a cool and slightly hard fabric, and lots of it. She recognised the feel of crisp cotton as she picked it up and chuckled to herself, she struggled to make sense of the garment, if only there had been a little less fabric. Finally she found the top and the sleeves, and identified the back by the label, and slipped it over her head. She ran her hands over her clad body and realized that with the exception of square neckline she was completely covered. She was surprised, not sure if she was pleased or not, it was so contrary to her expectations. Even her arms were covered.

As he had heard her preparing herself for bed he struggled with what he had given her to wear, he would so much have liked to have had her come out of the bathroom naked and present herself to him. He even considered changing his plans there and then, the thought of her unclad and so close was tormenting him, but clinging to his original plan he waited. And following her call, as he entered the bathroom and saw her modestly covered and already kneeling for him, he was pleased that he had. This was so perfect; he was right to let them both savour each step.

He bent and kissed her forehead, whispered “thank you darling”, and taking her hand he helped her to her feet. She was now so comfortable being led that she followed him easily, stopping where he indicated, and when he pushed something against the back of her legs, at his word, she sat on it. She didn’t hear him kneel behind her, but her heart sighed softly as he placed her hands behind her back and once again lovingly wrapped and tied the ribbon loosely around her wrists. She could not interpret the next set of sounds, but knew exactly what he was doing when a brush touched the top of her head.

“Count one hundred strokes for me” he whispered, with just the smallest of chuckles in his voice. Purring, she did so. There was not a nerve in her body or a cell in her brain which was not tingling or crying out for him, crying out for all they had ever talked about and imagined. “…ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred. Thank you, Sir. ” She heard the soft thud of the hair brush being put down and trembled as she felt his hand running over her hair giving it the hundred and first stroke.

Leaning over her, he kissed her cheek, put his hand under her arm and whispered “bedtime”. He led her along the side of the bed, pulled back the bedding, and fought the urge once again, but obedient to his plan he turned her body and helped her into his bed. His eyes lingering, caressing, he walked around to the other side and took his place next to her. Enclosing them both in the soft cocoon and holding her to himself, he slide his hand inside her nightdress, held her nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger, and twisted it as far as it would go. “Tomorrow darling, tomorrow…”

[Nikita]

CC,

You are a romantic tease. *hugs This is a beginning part to a story that has much promise and you ended with with a sadomasochistic twist to torment your readers. I'd like to read more. Will you continue it? :)

Nikita

[Talia]

She did do a wonderful job. I would be most interested in seeing
a part 2 myself.

[cariad]

Well SB, as you know that was a development of the first assignment you set me in writers' block. My current plan is that section 2 will form the first assignment in level two. So just maybe...

cariad

[ColinClout(c)]

silent tears of joy

[triad]

"You are earlier than usual," I stopped Mireille at the conclusion of her morning jog.

"Everyone glared at me," she paused then added," especially the other joggers."

I chuckled for a reply before directing her back inside. She obeyed immediately, trotting towards the house, the sunlight reflecting off the sweat coating her heart shaped asset with each step she took in the pleated micro mini skirt.

I wonder what the view was like from the front. Or rush hour traffic for that matter.

[learningtopleez]

Although I've tried my hand at writing a bit, I've never felt comfortable posting anything. Till now! So all comments and thoughts will be very much appreciated...positive or negative! :rolleyes:


As she sat at the breakfast table drinking her morning coffee, she couldn’t help but think of the events leading up to what had to be the most erotic and submissive experience of her life. She glanced towards the window upon hearing the chirping sounds of birds outside. It was a beautiful spring morning. The sun was shining; the daffodils and dogwood trees were in bloom, and the sounds of the birds, so cheerful, so happy to have gotten that rain last night. She, however, barely noticed the beauty of the day. Her mind was filled, teaming over with thoughts and emotions. She gave an involuntary shiver as one of the many events of the previous night ran through her mind, for what had to be the millionth time.

“I can still taste her pussy,” she thought, as she unconsciously licked her lips. She could definitely feel where her ass had been flogged, whipped, and spanked, more so than any other time in her life. A smile crossed her face as she recalled the scenes. He was everything she had ever dreamed of and more. He had made so many of her fantasies come true in the space of an evening. Who else could do that but her Sir? Since meeting Him over eight months ago, He had taken her on a journey like none she had ever experienced. He had pushed a lot of her limits, had made her do and think things she never thought she could or would. And He always made sure she was okay with it, before, during, and after. He always gave her wonderful aftercare, since she had discovered how vulnerable and emotional she felt after a heavy scene. “Hell,” she thought, “I’ve even discovered that I enjoy heavy scenes!”

She giggled at the thought as she got up to rinse her coffee cup. She would have never imagined herself two years ago, as she was now. Two years ago she was just beginning to discover that all of the thoughts, fantasies, and secret desires she’d had all throughout her life, actually had a name. She recalled that porn video she had watched. That short, tiny clip that had given her her first glance into this lifestyle. The scene showed a slave tied with her arms above her head, as her Master circled her, telling her how she would be used by Him, and how she should stand for Him, with her ass and tits out. Occasionally He would strike her with His crop to make a point. She shuddered as she recalled the impact it had on her, how it had woken up that part of her she had always denied. She shook her head, laughing at herself, and at how much her life had since changed. “I am finally whole,” she thought, as a soft smile slowly crept upon her face.

She began cooking breakfast for the two of them. She knew she would only be allowed to eat if they so desired. As she waited for the water to boil for the oatmeal, her mind once again drifted to the previous night. She saw the scene so clearly in her mind. She could see herself tied tightly, face up, and spread eagle on the bed. Her legs spread wide open making her pussy so very vulnerable to them both. They had taken turns flogging her, across her breasts and nipples, her arms, her thighs, and then her pussy. As always, and it never failed to amaze her, her pussy was wet, so wet, that her juices had trickled down into the crack of her ass. As the water came to a boil and she added the oats in and stirred, she recalled how the Domme He had invited over to join them, had stroked her wet pussy, and after getting Her fingers soaked with her juices had shoved them in her mouth. “Damn, She knew just what I needed her to do,” she thought as she started the eggs. She arranged the two plates to look as appetizing as possible. She didn’t want them to be disappointed in her, in any way. As she got the orange juice out of the fridge, and waited on the toast, she fondly remembered how the Domme sat on her face forcing her to eat Her pussy, as her Sir was pounding His hard, thick cock into her own pussy. “She really didn’t have to force me,” she thought as she giggled out loud again. She noted the time and quickly arranged their plates on a tray. She got an extra plate and sat it to the side of her Sir’s plate, knowing that very soon, she would be eating what food they wanted her to from that plate. On her hands and knees too, just like the pet she was. Another shiver ran down her spine at the thought of that, and of all the many things they might do to her today, if it pleased them.

[Talia]

LTP...it's great to see you back and post...and especially a story. Very nice, i'm hoping to read more about the delivery of breakfast. ;)

[Nikita]

Hot indeed, Ms. LTP! I will go oil my flogger and meet you later...:cool:

[learningtopleez]

Thanks Talia!:) It's great to be back, although I never actually left....just sorta took a short break! And boy, am I ever paying for it! So many new members to get to know! Thanks for the welcome back sugar! And I'll do my best to make that breakfast one to remember! ;)

Nikita love....I'll be waiting, very impatiently! ;)

[ropenhighheels]

you never cease to amaze with your writing ltp but you already know my thoughts on your writings ;)

[learningtopleez]

Glad you liked it love!:) Which reminds me, I have another story I need to work on, don't I?;)

[RickBulow74]

learningtopleez: Wonderful story. I would be interested in reading more if at all possible.

[ropenhighheels]

Glad you liked it love!:) Which reminds me, I have another story I need to work on, don't I?;)

Yes you do beautiful. Now be a good girl and get to work on it! :)

[learningtopleez]

learningtopleez: Wonderful story. I would be interested in reading more if at all possible.

Thank you Rick for that sweet compliment!:) And as soon as my schedule clears up a bit, I'll get back to work on this story as well!

[learningtopleez]

Yes you do beautiful. Now be a good girl and get to work on it! :)


As soon as time allows love...I haven't forgotten it!:)

[ropenhighheels]

As soon as time allows love...I haven't forgotten it!:)

Good girl. I look foward to it! :)

[RickBulow74]

Simone was late at work one night and as she was getting ready to leave, she heard a SSSSSCRACK sound. Intrigued and a little damp, she looked around and heard the sounds coming from a conference room. She began to walk to the door to teh conference room and crack the door open a lttle bit. As she did, she heard the SSSSSCRACK of the whip once more and saw her boss whipping one of the other secretaries.

"You like it, slut?" The boss asked.

""Thank you Master may I please have another?" the secretary said.

The boss looked down and grinned, the SSSSCRACK of the whip once more on the secretary's ass as Simone looks on.

Simone ducked out of the conference room undetected and moved to the elevator, oblivious that she left a cumstain on the floor from the room to the elevator.

[pejanon]

WOW ltp! :wave: very nice. VERY nice! I like the repetition od 'only if it pleases them'! Maybe you can give your character a name - it helps with narration.

more? MORE!:icon176:


RickBullow - I love vignettes like yours -like a very fast snapshot! Another one please?:)

[learningtopleez]

Well thank you pej darlin'! For the compliment and the advice!:)

And Rick...I really liked your short take too!:)

[RickBulow74]

I thank you kindly ltp. yours was nice as well. more please.

[Bragi]

damn, you sweet and sexy lady

your story sure touched Me...well, it made Me touch Me...and it got My cock hard...you should have been writing ages ago...

I am going to have to read...and re-read...and re-read...I especially loved the part where you were tied down and flogged...and whre your pussy rubbed and fingered with your juices seeping down between your ass cheeks...and when the wet fingers thrust in your mouth...hmmm, maybe I just loved all of it

who needed breakfast after a night like that?

BRAVO....ENCORE, ENCORE
or...in lieu of an encore...some hot and heavy...wild and erotic...soft and senstive...pure, animal like sex

~applauding your work~
love
Bragi

[learningtopleez]

LOL Thanks Bragi times three! Glad you liked the story so well! Haven't had time to work on it much of late, but it's always on my mind! Thanks for the praise love! :)

[orchidsoul]

Hot stuff LTP, and your storie's quite erotic as well ;)

Nicely done sweets.

Now I'm going to think more about what you wrote :icon176:

[learningtopleez]

Thank you orchid luv! :) And I think about what I wrote all the time...with you as the Domme of course! *purrrr*

[moptop]

I thought I'd try a little something. Breaking the rule about writing what you know (sorry, Sheepish!), but it just seemed to happen.



Serafina Herafeld von Tarken was regal beyond words. She came from a tall family within a tall nation, and she was taller than her brothers, who were all tall men. Every inch of her was fine-honed muscle, but she had all the voluptuous curves a man could die for. Today she wore red. A full-length wine-red dress, plunging at the front to show a cleavage you just itched to bury your nose in, and swooping so low at the back that you just see the little cleft at the base of her spine, leading your eyes so easily down, round and over her high, tight, very, very biteable butt.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the drawing room, erect and graceful, staring moodily down across the rolling landscaped parkland. She turned and glared at the long case clock standing against the wall opposite. Twenty five minutes past.

“Pritt!” She called suddenly. “Play!”

Oh, boy, did I move fast! I had been lying on the floor behind the chaise longue, my usual place when she doesn’t want me, and to be honest I had been dozing off. Last night had been long and exhausting.

I scuttled quickly round the corner of the chaise, trying not to get my chain tangled around its legs, and scampered over to her as fast as I could. I licked her feet, whined, nuzzled the back of my head against her calves and wiggled my rear. She ignored me, staring at the clock, so I put my head and forearms flat on the ground and looked up at her from under my eyelashes in a way I hoped was cute and playful. I wagged my tail again and after a little moment risked the smallest of puppy play-with-me barks; followed quickly by an ingratiating whine.

She clicked her fingers at me, so I sprang back up onto all fours, bouncing and yapping in delight. She quieted me and patted my head.

“Good dog. Sit.” I sat. “Fetch!”

I don’t know where it had appeared from, but with her other hand she threw my favourite rubber quoit across the room. I reared up to watch it go, waiting eager and panting. I started to twitch to chase after it – but I couldn’t go until the Mistress said. Oooh, ooh, come on, it’s going to hit the –

“Go!”

I bounded away, skidding and getting tangled in my chain in my eagerness. It wrapped itself around one hand and I went down, but I didn’t stop, my eyes fixed on that rubber ring – it landed over behind the desk, bounced a bit and then rolled off towards the bookshelves. I scrabbled upwards and forgot myself in my eagerness to fetch my toy. I was shocked to hear my beautiful Mistress cry out,

“PRITT! Who said you could stand! All fours! At ONCE!”

I dropped back down immediately, a tingle of fear running down my spine – I knew I would pay for it later – but not allowing it to stop me going for the quoit. I rushed straight through the desk pedestals, shouldered the chair out of the way and caught up with the pesky rubber thing. There was just enough of a gap under the bookcase for it to fit, and it had managed to bounce its way under there. Only a couple of inches of it were sticking out. I bent my head down to try to pick it up, but I couldn’t come at it from the right angle, my nose kept getting in the way. I twisted and turned my head this way and that, but just couldn’t get it in my mouth. With each attempt, I managed to nudge it further under the bookcase. I heard my Mistress laugh. I wagged my tail for good measure and whined a bit. The sound of her footsteps told me that she had turned back to the window, so I tried cheating.

“PRITT!” She has eyes in the back of her divine head, I swear. “No hands! Never hands! You know that is completely forbidden!”

The rapid click of her pointed heels coming over the drawing room floor towards me told me that I was in extreme trouble. I cowered and whimpered and cringed, wondering if I should wet myself to show my terror. But I thought I should perhaps keep that for later. I had a bad feeling there was going to be a lot of later.

Her footsteps had stopped. I had my forearms stretched out and head down, but out of the corner of my eye I could just see the toe of one shoe, tapping up and down.

“Why do you do this? Why must you always upset me this way? I’m good to you, aren’t I? Speak.”

“Forgive this poor hound, Mistress, it is just a fool, it was just enjoying playing so for your pleasure, Mistress, I didn’t mean to stand up or use my hands, I - ” Her foot suddenly lashed forward and caught me in the ribs. Oh, not so very hard, just sharp enough to cut me off.

“Stop. You are babbling. I gave you permission to speak. Not to drivel.”

I kept my head pressed very firmly to the ground, my shoulders hunched, and gave a little shrill whimper.

“Now. Speak. And make sense.”

“This abject creature begs forgiveness, Mistress.”

“Continue. Explain to me why I should forgive you.”

“I merely wished to please, oh my most compassionate Mistress.” Cringing, I shuffled very slightly towards her, hoping for her mercy. She rewarded me with another kick. I stopped, frightened. I was unsure – she had not told me to stop talking or moving. But she had kicked me. What did she want? In the silence, I heard her toe tapping again.

“I wished only to distract you, Mistress, while you waited!” I blurted.

Kick. I yelped.

“You have distracted me, cur. Indeed you have. But the distraction is supposed to be pleasurable for me! Don’t you believe that is your purpose, dog, to give me pleasure?” Kick.

“Yes, always, Mistress, it is the only reason for my existence!” Kick.

Each kick jabbing the sharp toe of her shoe between two ribs. Each kick in exactly the same place: a masterpiece of accuracy. I flattened my face into the floor until I could feel the grain of the wood making patterns on my cheek. I crushed myself against the hard wood. I trembled, not in fear, but in shame to have angered my Mistress so.

“Well you have displeased me instead! I have better things to do than always to be watching out for your behaviour.” She kicked me again, but this time she aimed just beneath my ribs. I couldn’t help but gasp.

“Be quiet. No more speaking. No more sound at all. Do not move. You are a disgrace. I want to forget your presence. I don’t even know if I want you in the same room as me.” Oh, her voice was cold, it ran over me cold like a winter mountain stream, I shivered the whole length of my body and felt myself desolate. I wanted to plead, to beg her not to reject me, to offer my whole devotion and adoration, but I could not. I had to keep the longing and the love inside me, could not even let it show through my worshiping eyes.

Kick. Gasp.

She moved, slow footsteps walking round behind me. My buttocks clenched and the skin on my balls involuntarily started crawling. I began to shake in earnest. Sometimes when I had misbehaved, my Mistress would hurt me very badly. True, I didn’t feel that my misbehaviour today deserved extreme punishment. But she was in a very touchy mood. Rogaritz Marken, her lover, was late. He had been due at 10.00. Mistress was extremely unhappy.

“Spread.”

I moaned, spreading my thighs wide to expose myself fully to her ministrations. She leant down and grabbed at the base of my tail, which was attached to a large butt plug. She pulled it out fast, purposefully angling it so that it hurt. I threw my head back involuntarily and air rushed hard through my nose as I concentrated on not making a sound. Normally, at least I could speak. At least I could beg. I could plead, I could whimper. I wished I had wetted myself earlier – if I did that now, she would be furious. I knew that I no longer had that choice; anything would be done now only on and at her bidding.

She stepped back; I heard the plug land on the floor as she discarded it. I waited, tense, every sense strained, not knowing where she was or what she was about to do. I almost forgot to breathe…

I jumped suddenly as I felt the cool toe of my Mistress’ foot gently touch one of my shivering thighs. She traced slowly up the thigh, across my buttocks, down the other thigh. She has such perfect balance; I could sense she never wavered. I could picture her in my mind’s eye, with perfect poise and a cool, considering expression on her perfect face. She slipped her pointed toe into the top of the cleft between my cheeks, and ran it gently downwards, jabbing it briefly and sharply into my now available anus; then running it downwards again until the point of her shoe was pressing slightly against my tender, tender balls. She paused like that for a moment, giving me the opportunity to be fully thankful for her mercy, for not ramming her toe straight hard into them. She gave a little thoughtful jerk, just enough to hurt, and took her foot away. I wanted to swallow, but my throat was too dry.

Her footsteps moved across the floor again, heading for the opposite wall. I heard a door open, and my heart started hammering furiously. She had gone into her den, where she kept her equipment. I had never been permitted inside her den, so I didn’t know exactly what she had in there. Other than my collar and chain, which were never removed, and my tail, which was generally removed only to permit me to empty my bowels, Mistress very rarely used any object on me. She had me under almost perfect control through just her voice, her hands and her feet.

It hadn’t always been so. At first, so many years ago now it seemed like a dream, I had fought against my Mistress. This seems impossible to me now, but it was true. But she has given me long, caring, patient attention. Every day she would train me, teach me and show me just a little more of the great truth, which is that to adore and obey her, to live only for her pleasure and demand, was ecstasy; a bliss granted to so few.

But the training was very hard. I was stubborn and difficult, and my poor Mistress almost wore herself out for my sake. And even now, now that I am her grateful and adoring creature, still I forget, misbehave, cause her pain.

And so there I was, my face to the floor, waiting in fear and misery to learn her decision on how to punish me. I heard the door slam closed and her hard heels rang across the broad wood floor. I was shivering uncontrollably. Oh, my Mistress, oh, my Love, do not hurt me just because of him!

She was only a few feet away when suddenly there was a wild clamouring from the great bell hanging above the front entrance. Someone was pulling at the rope with fierce gusto! It must be Marken; a big, bluff man, strong enough to cause the house to reverberate, so loud was the ringing; strong enough to keep even my feisty Mistress in check.

Her footsteps stopped. I sensed her hesitate; from the hallway came the slam of the front door shutting and muffled laughter as Marken greeted the butler with a joke. The drawing-room entrance was flung roughly open and I heard his footsteps fast and heavy as he charged towards her with intent.

“Serafina! My darling!” his voice roared around the room. He came in like a gale, carrying all objections before him, and I heard her give a muffled gasp as he wrapped her in his embrace. “Forgive me for keeping you waiting, my beauty – oh, but what do you have there? I see you are all ready for me! Here, I’ll take it; I know just what to do with that! My sweet! Come, quickly, I can’t wait to have you and savour all your delights!”

She said not a word, but I could hear her breathing quicken. As they rushed across the room, there was a swish and a sharp slap, as of something alighting upon tight buttocks. It sounded like a crop, the instrument I guessed she had chosen to mete out her punishment on me, and that was now to be used on her, it seemed. I could just hear the air hiss between her pretty lips. The door to the den opened. The door to the den closed.

Saved by the bell.

[frankee]

That was GREAT moptop, i really enjoyed it!!

[moptop]

Thanks, frankee. I enjoyed writing it, too! I'm still feeling very shy about sharing any of what I write - but I guess the only way I can stop that & get better is just to go ahead and do it!

So on that basis: I just wrote this one - rather more what I do know about. I'm not convinced that makes me write it any better, if anything, I find it more difficult because I'm involved with it. Still, thought I'd share it. Hope you & others enjoy.

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She’d taken a great deal of care to look good; she’d spent quite a lot of money and, although she was feeling self-conscious, she felt sexy and she knew she looked good – she’d even got a whistle walking down to the station. Her knee-length black boots, with high heels and a buckled strap across the ankle, showed off her legs, and made her walk with her bust thrust out and hips swinging. Her black and white skirt was much shorter than she normally dared to wear, and she was enjoying the feel of the silky lining rubbing against her bare buttocks. She’d bought a new matching thong and uplift bra – very cute, black with pink bows. She was a little worried that he’d be annoyed with her for wearing the thong – he’d said she shouldn’t wear anything under skirts – but it was so pretty! She reassured herself that he would appreciate the triangle of black lace just at the top of her cleft, with its little pink bow, just so lusciously decorative. How could he resist?

This was an important meeting. They hadn’t seen each other for a month, and wouldn’t be seeing each other for another two months or more after this. They’d only spent time together three times before, five days, ten days, three days … but, ohhh, how good those times had been. He was so refreshingly uninhibited, just seemed to love delving into every part of her, and he had such an imagination! And how he’d been turning her on since then, constantly texting her with instructions, demands, fantasies… my God, she hadn’t had such fun in years. It made her feel intensely alive.

During the journey up to town to meet at his hotel, they talked and texted at intervals. She’d left a bit later than she should have, having taken too much time to dress. Her train was late. As she got nearer, he seemed to get terser. When she got off at the main station, she stopped for a cigarette, and he called her again.

“Where are you now?” He was quite abrupt. She told him she’d just arrived in town, but felt it best not to mention she’d stopped to smoke. He didn’t sound like he’d appreciate the wait. She was so nervous and so excited, though, nothing could dampen her bubbling happiness. She was going to see him! And, oh yes, they were going to fuck like rabbits. Again. And again.

She was aware her panties were wet. Following his instructions – although she had to call him again to check – she got to the hotel. She was muddle-headed with anticipation, knocked on the wrong room first off, couldn’t remember the number he’d given her and had to call him again. She was fairly giggling to herself when she knocked on his door – he must be excited too, he did sound brisk!

He opened the door and didn’t kiss her or put his arms round her, just stood to one side and said,

“Finally. Come in.”

She was too happy to register any concern, blithe with pleasure. She breezed in, chatting, apologising for mistaking the room number, and dumped her overnight bag on the chair. The room looked alr –

He grabbed her bag, threw it across the room and snarled,

“You’re late!” As she turned to him in shock, he grabbed her arm and dragged her roughly towards him, pulled her coat off and threw it across the room to join the bag.

Her cleavage showed itself to the full under the low-cut top, as her breathing became suddenly erratic. A tremor of fear went through her. After all, she really didn’t know him that well. When they’d met before, other people, family, had been around, known where she was, where he was… but this time, it was just him and her, in an anonymous room. What was happening?

She became painfully aware of the size of him, of his muscles, his strength; she felt tiny and insignificant, as though he could crush her with one hand.

“Good! Like the outfit!” He pushed her onto the bed and sat down in the chair. His barked approval was if anything even more confusing. He stared at her, and she found herself unable to meet his eye.

“Stand up.” She stood, uncertainly, feeling awkward, not quite knowing where to put herself.

“You are not allowed to keep me waiting. You are going to be punished. Lift up your skirt. Come here and bend over my knees.”

She started to shake very slightly. She pulled up her skirt at the back. She’d never been put over anyone’s knee, had only ever been slightly spanked, in play, by him, last time they’d met. He was already angry at her for being late, and now he was going to see she’d got a thong on as well – she’d never really taken his instructions that seriously, I mean, it was just play, just excitement, right? It didn’t matter, did it?

She was not so sure right now.

It didn’t occur to her for a second not to do as he commanded. His voice, his hard physical presence, the certainty in his tone left no room for doubt; she reacted instinctively to these things, conscious thought disappeared, fluttering away like moths.

She walked the few steps to him and bent her knees, starting to kneel, but he pulled her down across his lap and landed a huge slap across her arse. She made the smallest of noises in her throat.

“You will count the strokes. After each one, you will thank your Master.”

Her soul began to quiver inside with delight and wonder.

“One. Thank you, Master.”

He waited a moment, then smacked again.

“Two. Thank you, Master.”

She felt relief that he didn’t mention the thong. She seemed to have got away with it.

“Three. Thank you, Master.”

He had such big hands and he smacked her hard.

“Ten. Thank you, Master.”

Sometimes he smacked one cheek, sometimes the other, sometimes both.

“Fifteen. Thank you, Master.”

Her voice was getting weaker, her mind blanker.

“Twenty. Thank you, Master.”

A bare whisper.

He rubbed his hands across her hot cheeks, softly; then pulled down her skirt and pushed her off his lap. When she landed, she automatically knelt and faced him, head down.

“Behind you on the floor is a piece of paper. You will crawl over to fetch it, bring it back and read it out loud, kneeling in front of me. Now.”

She turned and saw the paper, crawled over to it and back, kneeling before him, bemused, feeling dread and reverence. She found it difficult to focus, difficult to read, difficult to speak, difficult to think.

This is what she read to him, in a small, faltering murmur:

“I’m sorry, Master, I really am. I promise I won’t be late again. I know that I am lucky to be your slave and privileged that you choose to use me as you do. Please let me make it up to you. Use me, hurt me, have me in any way you can think of. I will do anything as long as I can remain your cum slut.”

Her voice had disappeared almost to nothing as she finished, but she found she had tears in her eyes, that she felt with desperation exactly the emotion written there, although the words were not her own. Hesitantly she raised her face to look at him, so that he could read in her eyes that she truly meant it.

He was staring down at her with that brutal look he had sometimes, fierce and implacable. She was completely immobilised.

“That’s not good enough. You didn’t say it with enough feeling.”

She felt stricken, but had no time to deal with the thought as he pulled her up and across his knees again. This time he spanked her very fast and extremely hard. She started to count and thank him, but he told her to be quiet. Although she then tried not to make a sound, he was really hurting her, and she yelped as he hit her, shaking in her effort to stay still, open to him.

“Now. Get on your knees and suck my cock, and do it well, do it like you mean it.”

She tumbled back to her knees and reached trembling hands out to undo his belt, fumbling like a virgin with his button and zip. He didn’t help her to undress him other than to lift his butt to allow her to pull the jeans down. His cock was hard and pressing against the cotton of his shorts, she had trouble easing the elastic over it, frightened to hurt him. God, his beautiful cock – she rushed to pull his shorts off, his socks went with them; she was salivating hard, and the crotch of her thong was soaked. She could smell herself. She knelt back up and wrapped his great penis in one hand, gently, reverently, and lowered her lips down to it. She licked the tip, then up and down the shaft, just circled between a finger and thumb to hold it at the right angle. She licked her lips and put them gently around his prick, moving her tongue over and just around the edge of its tip. She lifted herself higher and started to suck, making a vacuum with her mouth, then pushed the whole length of him slowly into her throat, as deep as she could. She kept her hand moving up and down the lower part of his shaft as her mouth moved back to the top, sometimes taking him out of her mouth to lick his length, then plunging it deep in her throat again to make him gasp.

He spread his legs wider, so she massaged his balls gently with her other hand. She started to move her head in a regular rhythm. She put all her effort – and, she felt with some pride, skill – into giving him pleasure. He was breathing hard. He grabbed her head, twisting his fingers in her hair so it hurt, and used her mouth, fucking it hard, forcing himself into her so she found it hard to breathe, until she gagged slightly. She heard him snort – he liked her gagging, liked to know she was pushing herself to take all of him. His breathing was ragged now, and she was intensely excited, making little moaning noises to herself, and sopping wet.

He pulled her off him suddenly, holding her head up and staring into her eyes hard, letting her see how she had moved him. His nostrils flared as he fought to control himself. She knew he wouldn’t come from her sucking him, however much he enjoyed it, but she could also tell he badly wanted to fuck her, right now, really hard; although that wasn’t his intention.

“That’s enough for the moment. You can stand up now.” He held her gently to steady her as she stood, smoothing her skirt down, her bottom stinging but, she realised, certainly able and ready to take more. She wondered if there would be any more. She hoped there would be…

“Let’s have a look at you, then.”

He got up, stripped off his shirt and lay down on his back on the bed, smiling. She laughed and turned round for him. “I definitely like those boots. Take your skirt and top off for me.” She was shy but eager. She loved that he enjoyed her body, seeming genuinely to find it beautiful, to enjoy all its curves and crevices. She babbled a bit as she undressed for him, apologising for the thong but explaining the set was new, she’d bought it specially for him. He just grinned and indicated her to twirl by spinning a finger.

“You’re right, it is very pretty. You’re lucky. You almost got an extra five.” He got up from the bed. “Take off the thong and the bra. You can keep your boots and stockings on. Then come over here and lie on your back.”

Ah. There was more. Immediately she felt her brain start to slip away somewhere; a thrum of excitement went through her. She took off her underwear and crawled over the bed, nicely aware of her butt in the air, aware of his still erect penis so near her lips, aware that he would be able to smell her too. She lay down in the middle. As she was arranging herself, he took a bag out of the bedside table drawer and rummaged in it. He pulled out a pair of black cuffs and grinned at her again. “I’ve been shopping. But you’ll have to wait to see the rest. Arms above your head.”

He put both cuffs on her wrists, obviously enjoying the moment just as she was. He checked with her that they were comfortable, then walked round to the other side of the bed and bent down to pick something up. He re-appeared holding one end of a thick red cotton rope. She was in a state of anticipation now, so she didn’t notice the details as he attached the first cuff to the rope. She just noticed with a sense of disappointment that it was pretty loose. She liked tight. No-one had tied her up for so long… let it be tight.

He was fastening the other cuff, and pulled on the rope. Oh! It was the same rope, threaded under the bed – so as he pulled on one end, it pulled her arms in opposite directions, stretching them apart… God, that was a surprise, it had been completely hidden and it felt so good. Part of her normal mind registered that he had obviously gone to some trouble to prepare this in a hotel room and wondered how he’d rigged it up. Well, he was an engineer. They’re good at ropes, and counter-levers, and stuff…

“Mmmm.” He ran his hands over her body, just briefly squeezing each breast, stroking the inside of her thighs as she opened her legs for him. She wondered if he was going to attach her ankles as well. She thrust her pelvis up towards him, feeling herself pulse and juice.

Then he turned round and started dressing. She lay and stared at him. The bastard, she thought. He’s going to go for a drink. I know he is. He’s going to leave me tied up here and go to the bar. The bastard!

But she said nothing. She couldn’t speak, she was enjoying herself too much, and too much in his thrall. She watched his every movement: how he put on his socks, how he did up his belt. Oh and that little smug smirk on his face! She wriggled slightly, curled her legs up, pressing them together, to try to give her pussy some respite. She spread them again. Every time she moved, it made one arm pull the other, so she was always slightly twisted unless she lay still. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was strangely disorienting. She had no control over it.

He walked to the other corner of the room and picked up her coat. Smiling slightly at her, he placed it over her.

“There. Can’t have my little cum slut getting cold, now, can I?” She just gazed up at him, overcome suddenly by a wash of gratitude and tenderness.

“I’m going for a drink and a smoke. I’ll be back later.” He gave her one last grin and she managed one defiant mutter out loud,

“You bastard!”

She wasn’t sure whether he’d heard her and chosen to ignore it. She rather thought he had. That little smirk.

He shut the door, leaving her wriggling slightly to herself, indignant, delighted, annoyed, thrumming.

Then the lights went out.

[learningtopleez]

Have mercy moptop! Not just one, but two lovely tails :D to read?? I loved them both, and you should not be shy about sharing your writing! Pleez share more??:) Especially the second one! It really got me all hot and bothered! Encore!

[frankee]

oh good god!:)

i agree with ltp...don't be shy about sharing your writing, that was awesome!

[moptop]

Oh, goody, I'm so pleased you enjoyed them! Yes, the first one was really just an experiment in story telling (a personal 'what if?'); but the second one, well... I certainly enjoyed it! heh heh. I shall try to do more... thanks for reading them, thanks for the feedback.

[frankee]

YAY!! We get more:)

[moptop]

Um - eventually, frankee. I have started writing part 2 (echoes is nagging me!) but I think it might take a while.

[Echoes]

Um - eventually, frankee. I have started writing part 2 (echoes is nagging me!) but I think it might take a while.

hmmph! I do not nag...just remind softly once in a while :32:


...soooo part two? :D

[moptop]

*(stomps away grumbling, they think this inspiration just comes out of nowhere, don't realise the blood, sweat and tears that goes into it, want everything at once, I have to eat sometimes don't I, grumble mutter, snfrlgrhmph.)*

Yes yes yes alright I'm working on it!

[Echoes]

*(stomps away grumbling, they think this inspiration just comes out of nowhere, don't realise the blood, sweat and tears that goes into it, want everything at once, I have to eat sometimes don't I, grumble mutter, snfrlgrhmph.)*

Yes yes yes alright I'm working on it!

*gives moptop a box of chocolates...with only a few nibbled on this time, and a hug*

[moptop]

*brightens*

Ah! chocolate!

*scribbles furiously*

[orchidsoul]

Thank you orchid luv! :) And I think about what I wrote all the time...with you as the Domme of course! *purrrr*

MUCH purring over here! I mean... if you insist and all ;)
Sexy new av darlin'.

Moptop- I wait with baited breath for part two!

[triad]

"Here, put this on," I said, holding a pair of semi-transparent track pants.

"I thought we were playing tennis?"

"We are."

Victoria leaned forward to pull up the form fitting fabric against her silky skin but I stopped her. Pressing into her back, I bent her further before inserting two ben wa balls. Her slippery entrance from two weeks of oragasm denial swallowed both with much eagerness.

"We wouldn't want you to drop them when you are distracted by other balls."

Judging from her expression, Victoria replied by clenching the balls within her, already causing a wet stain to form.

[triad]

I watch as you place the silk velvet over your hazel green eyes. Then I bring your hands behind, securing them with hemp, giving you a prickly sensation. Turning you back around, I gently guide you onto your knees and you lick your lips in anticipation. The sound of my zippers causes your lips to part, presenting a view that instantly makes me hard. You lean slightly forward, getting wet at the scent and heat of my manhood inches away. I place my finger below your chin and instinctively your tongues snakes out. The taste of peanut butter fills your mouth and I allow a few moments before withdrawing my polished finger. You look up and the sight of your blindfolded eyes almost cause my mushroom head to brush against your moist lips. Instead, you taste chocolate followed by the cashew beneath the coating. I wait until you finish to insert hard plastic. Now you moan, swirling your tongue eagerly about the vibrator. I take the time to fuck your mouth, sometimes withdrawing the object, your tongue searching to lick its shaft. We play this game until your moans turn to pants and I comply in reaching down to part the crotch of your drenched panties, eliciting a loud groan. I allow you one last lick and proceed to insert the toy to which you easily accept. I barely replace the crotch confining the intruder within before feeding you another hard object. Your hands jerk at the ice cube but you hold it in your mouth, almost welcoming its contrast to your meltdown below. After you adjust to the cold, I turn on the remote and you succeed in keeping the icecube, moaning over the buzzing of the pleasure inside you. Your fingers dance sensually beside the knot that holds those wrists together. I reach down and your face me again, your thighs tense at the trails I make, gathering your nectar over my fingers which I coat my thick shaft with. I can tell you are done with the icecube due to the louder, unmuffled noises from you. At last, you feast greedily, tasting your own juices mixed with my essence, your arms behind you somehow matching the rhythm of your mouth. Feeding your hunger, I stand still, granting you free access.

Judging from the intensity, you can hardly wait for dessert.

[tessa]

triad, that was just...well, yummy!! Loved it!

Why did I not know this thread was here???!!!???

~looks at Lews, then at Mad~

[jeanne]

Wow, making her wait for what she most wants in her mouth...that really hit home. Very nice!

[rce]

Nice thread! I only just discovered it. Wouldn't it be nice to have a subforum called Short Takes?

Here is one by me:

When going to bed, she never knew what to wear. He always chose for her. She enjoyed the little surprise, lifting her pillow and watching what he had put there.

It was almost never any pajamas pants, on rare occasions a thong. Mostly, he let her sleep in a short night gown with nothing under, or his favourite, in nothing but a tight T-shirt that she could not pull down past her waist. Once in a while, there was nothing under the pillow, so she slept in the nude. Sometimes, a pair of cuffs was added to the outfit. She usually liked cuffs, but since she had explained to him that she did not sleep well in them and would never object to him waking her up with sex anyway, he had almost never wanted her to wear them during the night.

This night was different. There was a new garment under her pillow, a big, white shirt with long sleeves.

"I will help you with that", he said. "It is buttoned up on the back."

He took it from her and held it up, so that she could put her arms into the sleeves. Then he turned her around and started to pull the built in belts across her tummy, fastening them tightly. He buttoned her up all the way to her neck.

Meanwhile, she noticed that the sleeves were so long, her hands did not reach out of them. They were even longer than that. He took hold of her arms from behind and folded them, then draging the sleeves so that she hugged herself tightly. The sleeves were fastened that way behind her back.

"This is a straight jacket!" she said.

"Yes, it is, dear. Now lets go to bed!"

He tucked her in. To be fair, it was much more comfortable lying in this than in the cuffs.

[triad]

From below one would notice nothing out of the ordinary. Besides, those outdoor patrons of the restaurant not occupied by the dancing couple before them are engaged in their own conversations. The woman twirls suddenly, generating a welcomed breeze in the hot summer night and a more welcomed view of her charms. Alone, I remain oblivious to the crowd and at my table. Instead, my focus is several stories above me.

As still as the stars overlooking them, the gargoyles that line the top of the building remain motionless with one exception. The middle one which overlooks the restaurant appears to move slightly from time to time. In fact, it is not the statue that moves but you. Your arms and legs are pulled severely behind you, wrapping along the stone surface in a reverse hug and secured to the wings of your companion. Another rope circles over the body of the beast and your waist keeping both of you together. The last rope runs through your teeth forcing you to stare straight ahead and slightly down, the back of your head resting against the protruding jaw where the water exits.

But the only moisture present is the sweat coating every inch of your sculpted body as you struggle in your bondage. Despite the various carvings grazing your milky skin, you shift again, trying to bring your wide sprayed legs together. For good reason.
Pondering over the dessert options at the end of my five course meal, I reach for my phone to seek your opinion. Slowly, I tilt my sight higher as I dial the number. Other couples have joined in the dancing and the tapping of their feet grew as the music reaches a crescendo.

However, all you can hear is the ring tone of your phone as it vibrates within you, giving in to gravity as you give in to pleasure, your moans reaching fortissimo.

At least I didn't pick a raining night.

[Mad Lews]

triad,
Umh exactly where is she carrying that cell phone?
Oh don't tell me , let me guess :)
Mad Lews

[tessa]

Hey, Mr. Mad! I've got something for your thread. Hope it's okay that I'm sticking it here.

And this was written when I was in one of my romantic moods. I know, I gag too just thinking of it. But it was only a mood, so it's gone now. Still, don't think what came of it is that bad. Anyway, for your reading pleasure (I hope)...
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Encounter

She was so ready for him to be with her. He had told her to wait in his room, so she had. The lights were glowing dimly and she was curled up on the sofa in the corner of the room, her eyes turning to the door when he entered. Her breathing quickened as he approached her, her breasts shifting under her black silk gown. He looked down at her, a smile on his lips. Her gaze rose to meet his, and the intensity she found in his eyes made her gasp slightly. All her soul would ever desire was standing before her, looking down and smiling. He reached out his hand, his fingers gripping her leg, pulling it towards him. She shifted, her legs now spread. Leaning forward, he slowly slid his hand down her inner thigh. She watched his movements, watched as he pushed the gown farther up her leg. As he sat down beside her, his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss. His hand moved closer and closer to her wet, throbbing center, and as he deepened the kiss, he slid two of his fingers up and down her hot slit, teasing her.

“Please…oh yes, please?” Her whispered words were music to his ears.

He smiled against her lips as he teased her unmercifully. She was panting in the kiss and her legs were spread wider now. Her hips pumped up against his hand.

“That’s it, my pet. Let me hear you beg.” He murmured his words against her mouth.

She moaned out, wanting to feel his fingers inside her. Whispering her desperate pleas over and over, she pushed up against his hand again, and then felt the very breath leave her body as he pushed two fingers inside her already sloppy wetness. He pumped his fingers hard and deep inside her. She gripped his arm with her hand as he probed deeply. His other hand slid sensuously up her body and she moaned out again as his hand wrapped around her breast, squeezing hard. She was rocking on his hand as he played with her tits, her moans louder when he bent his head to bite her sensitive nipple. Breath hissed past her lips as she felt his teeth bite deeply into her flesh.

Suddenly he pulled away from her, sliding his fingers from her cunt. His large hand fisted in her hair and pushed her down to his impossibly hard cock. She fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants, desperate for the feel of him. Finally, she had her prize- his big cock against her eager lips. She swirled her tongue over the tip, looking up at him as he groaned out. She took it deeper in her mouth, wanting to feel the entire length of his hard, silky shaft filling her. Her lips closed tightly over his smooth cock. As she moved her mouth up and down the length of him, she moaned around his pulsing flesh, completely unable to control herself. He pushed into her mouth, his cockhead bumping back against the opening of her throat. She almost gagged as he pushed in too deeply that first time, but she willed her throat to relax so he would be more easily taken down. He fucked her mouth roughly and relentlessly. She loved when he used her this way, taking from her for his pleasure.

He pulled out of her mouth, making her whimper at the loss, and moved to straddle her face. The sight of his heavy, cum-filled balls moving above her face made her beg once again. She didn’t need his command to attend to them, but she loved hearing his lust filled voice growl out his wishes. Almost as if it were the first time, she marveled at the taste and feel of his smooth sac against her tongue. Lapping at them as a kitten does milk, she teased and pleasured as if her life depended on it. Her tongue circled over his balls in a figure eight pattern, lingering for a moment on that sweet, sweet spot at the base of his scrotum. His groan as she licked back towards his ass made her smile in sheer delight. Ever mindful of his desires, she opened her mouth wide under his body and sucked one of the sensitive orbs into her mouth. She moaned around it as she sucked it gently into her mouth. For wonderfully exquisite moments, she sucked and licked and teased his balls, all while one of her hands continued to stroke his hard length. The sounds he made fueled her already wild passions. She literally had to fight not scream out as he allowed her this gift, the feeling being that perfect inside her warm, wet mouth.

Much too soon, she thought, he shifted away from her. He smiled as he whispered, “turn around.” He pulled her up by her arms and turned her, pushing her over the arm of the plush sofa. She panted for him as his hands immediately spread her ass open. He pulled her wide apart, then leaned down and pushed his tongue against her tight hole. Between licks, he taunted, “I’m going to fuck your tiny hole with this thick, hard cock. That’s what you need, isn’t it, lil’one? Tell me.”

The way his words stormed through her mind made it almost impossible to think. It was all she could do to manage a shaky “yes”. Her body shook as he licked into her hole, knowing his cock would be there next. He rose above her and without any preparation to open her up, stabbed his cock into her ass. She screamed out as he pushed in all the way, unable to control her cries as the pain shot through her. He began fucking her ass hard, his hand fisting in her hair, pulling her head back towards him. He demanded her submission in word and deed.

“This…is…all…you…crave.” Each word emphasized with a painful thrust into her ass.

She screamed out her answer as he impaled her body on his cock. She felt his cock swell in her ass, knew he was going to fill her insides with his hot cum. He pushed in deep, growling out as he filled her. After he had emptied himself, he stroked in and out slowly, loving the way her body convulsed around his. Again, too soon for her, he broke contact, but spent some time looking at what he’d done to her now gaping hole, his fingers tracing over her tender flesh, appreciating the sight of his cum oozing from her ass. He let his fingers linger there for a few moments, watching as her hole quivered and puckered. Shifting behind her, he smacked her ass not gently at all, smiling as she moaned out in pain.

Then behind him, he felt a hand sliding up his back, massaging a bit on his shoulder. The passion flared inside him again, knowing what was next.

He looked down at the sofa, his little one curled up on her side. She had her eyes closed. “Baby, look what I’ve brought for you.”

She opened her eyes and lifted her head, her gaze settling on what- no- who was beside him. A woman, tall and beautiful, stood next to him. She had long dark hair, and a very wicked smile on her face. This stranger’s gaze was one of a predator who has just cornered its victim.

“Hello, there. That was a lovely performance I just had the pleasure of witnessing” Her voice was low and husky.

He watched as the two women visually feasted upon each other. He liked the contrast between them…one small and blonde, the other tall with a mane of dark hair. He pulled his blonde beauty up to her knees, leaning down so his lips were next to her ear. He whispered to her, “I know you want to surrender completely…tell me yes.” He pulled back to look her in the eyes.

“Y…yes…please?” she managed to whisper.
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:wave:

[Mad Lews]

Nice tessa,
A delightfully smutty romance that seems determined to cover all the bases for a Male Dom's wet dream :D
and then you throw in a kinky twist at the end just to keep us honest.
Loved it
Mad Lews

[tessa]

I was so hoping you'd notice me here! I sat all nice and quiet in the corner, waiting. ~smiles~

It was fun watching you. You give a good read, Mr. Mad, Sir.

tessa :wave:

[jeanne]

Whew, I got a little warm reading that! Thanks, tessa

[Conrod]

The last girl on Earth was sitting in a room.

He knocked on the door.

[anonymouse]

Um, wow! ~fans self~ A deliciously wicked tale, Tessa!

[triad]

I was lying in the hammock when you disturbed my sleep. It wasn't really your fault considering you were tied to the hammock below me, our backs seperated by a web of rope. Tranquility had reigned throughout the lazy afternoon until your squirms and mewing ruined the peace. Again, the vibrating egg should take the blame but you make a great scapegoat. Plus, you always enjoy my punishments.

I had to stable you after planting you on your feet and you stood quietly, not questioning the change in position even when I removed the gag. Only when I removed the toy did you make a grunt of protest. Yet, you remained silent and kept your hands still besides you. Your intuition of an incoming punishment never ceases to amaze me or perhaps you don't want to appear too eager. Then again your soppy panties already gave you away.

I tugged at the waistband of the lone fabric on your otherwise naked body, driving it snug against you, eliciting a soft gasp. Satisfied, I bring your hands behind you, bending your elbows, securing each wrist to the other arm high above your back. Leaving you standing blindfolded and bound, I begin to disassemble the hammock, watching your legs part occasionally in response to a breeze. Gingerly, I guide you towards the tree that held us moments earlier, the grass soft beneath our feet. Facing you towards the other tree, I secured a rope to your bound arms and proceeded to thread it through the ring where the hammock originally hung. Taking the other end, I adjust it between your legs so that it barely grazes your crotch and tied it off to the other ring.

Before I could speak, you took a generous step forward before the realization of the predictament halted you. Everytime you take a step, your bound arms would drag the rope with you, shortening the length of rope between the trees, in effect, tightening and pressing the rope deeper against your crotch. Like a statue, you stood, patiently waiting for me to speak.

"I see you have discovered the dilemna yourself." I continued, "I have made a bowline knot at the other end so you can easily untie yourself which is why I have left you ungagged. Enjoy. And for good luck..." I leaned over and gave you a passionate kiss before abruptly withdrawing.

[triad]

"I see you have discovered the dilemna yourself." I continued, "I have made a bowline knot at the other end so you can easily untie yourself which is why I have left you ungagged. Enjoy. And I think adding a little honey would make for good encouragement."

Against your protests and unbeknownst to you, I smeared some pina colada lube over your inner thighs.

[triad]

"I see you have discovered the dilemna yourself." I continued, "I have made a bowline knot at the other end so you can easily untie yourself which is why I have left you ungagged. Enjoy. And for some encouragement..." My voice trailed off as a riding crop caresses your behind.

[thrall]

Alright, here is my first pubic story…..lol Blame it all on Mad Lews. I also put into the September story contest............LOL

Thanks ML
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The Boars Head


Sitting in the The Boar’s Head Pub, I was contemplating the smell. Dank and musty, the smell of rotting wood mixed with fetid bodies and ancient layers of spilled wine and ale. The smoke from the fireplace hung in the air like the spirit I was trying to catch, always there but elusive. There were several knots of men gathered around small tables, happily drinking and engaging in reckless banter. My prey was here, I knew it, I could feel it with every instinct I had. She was here, my enigma, I had been tracking her for months, her trail ended here.

I watched the Friar through the dirty glass window, uncaring that he was mired in the muck of midden-heap, trudging on, waving his fist in the air, before bursting into the pub. The floor creaked as he staggered across the pub, pushing past the other patrons and plopping himself onto the first stool available, waiving for wine. A stream of unintelligible, slurred oaths, issued from his mouth, before slumping forward onto the table. The patrons seemed so accustomed to this behavior, no one gave him a second glance. The only one paying attention to him was the bar wench, her eyes never left him.

Even before the Friar had his arm down, the svelte beauty emerged from behind the bar with a tankard of wine. He wasn’t moving, as she leaned down, placing a hand on his shoulder and the wine on the table near his hand. I watched intently as she whispered something into his ear, stirring him. He grumbled, gripping the tankard, nosily gulping down the wine before the wench glided away.

Leaning over the moldy bar, I tossed a coin to the serving wench. She was beautiful. Raven black hair hung in rings around her radiant face, hazel green eyes stared back at me with a challenge and a twinkling smile.

“Yes M’Lord, what can I do for you?” Her voice was lilting as she swayed towards me, tucking the gold coin into her waistband, and handing me a tankard of Ale.

“What’s your name, wench?”

“Leah, M’Lord” She said gracing me with a glorious smile.

“I’m not paying for the ale, I’m paying for information. I want to know everything you can tell me about Brother Hubret” Tilting my head, I indicated the lump of humanity slumped over the table, wrapped in coarse brown cloth. Her eyes changed and the smile faded instantly. Warily she drew back her hand and stood facing me.

“He’s just the Friar, M’Lord.”

I reached across the bar and took hold of her by the wrist. I could feel her trembling as I hauled her forward, twisting her arm behind her back. I turned so we were both facing the slumped form of Brother Hubert. Burying my head in her hair I could smell the warmth of her skin as I growled my question into her ear.

“Do you know who I am, girl?”

“No…no, M’Lord, I…I don’t. Please, your hurting me,” she stammered.

“I am Eric Von Ross, Witch Hunter General of the Bishop of Leithunstien, and you will answer my questions girl.”

She was trying to pull away but I held her fast, fingers griping tightly into her flesh. I knew I was hurting her, and was enjoying the feel of her slender helpless body.

“He’s a good man, M’Lord: he just gets into his cups sometimes, that’s all,” she said, trying to twist away.

“By that whisper, it appears you are on better terms then that. What did you say to him, girl?” I griped her tighter, shaking her for emphasis.

“I just said that his wine was there, that all M’Lord. Now let me go!” Her tone had become belligerent and she started to struggle in earnest. The feel of her body pressed to mine was arousing, but she was not the one I was looking for, not the one I wanted.

Releasing her with a not so gentle shove forward, she turned to glare at me, hand raised ready to strike. She was magnificent in her anger, color high in her cheeks, a blaze burning in her eyes, breasts heaving as she tried to control her breathing. It was obvious to me that she truly didn’t know who I was, or she would be showing more respect. In an annoying way it was refreshing, not being feared.

“Careful Girl, you’re not in any trouble yet. And if you know what was good for you, you best keep it that way,” I said without mirth. “You will answer my questions or I will have you burned at the stake. Not because I suspect you of witchcraft but because you dared to threaten me, and that’s just as good as being a witch. I am in no mood to suffer you, girl. Do I make myself clear?” She lowered her hand but the menacing glare never left her eyes.

“Yes, M’Lord, I understand you very well.”

“Good, I know that Brother Hubret spends most of his time here and I want to know why?”

“He comes here M’Lord because I prepare him his meals.”

“This isn’t the Ravenswood Inn: you don’t serve food here, so why would you do that for him?”

“Because I enjoy feeding him, he’s all alone M’Lord and I… someone has to care for him, and….I don’t charge him. He’s a cantankerous curmudgeon, but a kind man M’Lord, he loves everyone.”

“Alright, you feed him. I want to know who he sees when he is here, who does he talk to?”

“All of the towns men, they always come and talk to him. He is our Friar, M’Lord, they confess their sins.”

“No women, come to talk to him here?”

“No Sir, I only started keeping bar here a few months ago M’Lord. I’ve only ever seen him with men. The town’s women usually don’t come in here, it’s a pub.”

Our attention was drawn towards the commotion at the door. Four dusty, travel worn soldiers entered. All were wearing purple sashes, indicating that they were part of the Bishops guard. Instantly, conversation ceased, as all patrons quickly finished their drinks and began to leave. The appearance of Bishops guards seemed to unsettle the townsmen. I watched them giving the solders sideways glances as they scurried out the door, leaving us alone in silence.

Out from under my intent stare, Leah moved behind the safety of the bar, as I moved forward to greet my men, herding them into the darkest corner around a low table. I tossed Leah a purse of coins and told her to bring us whatever was best in the house. Glancing over at Brother Hubret, I saw he hadn’t noticed the entrance of new boisterous voices, he barley seemed conscious.

“Finally Ross, its good to see you, we have good reports.” the tallest guard said as we clasped hands. “We have been backtracking for days knowing we would catch up to you eventually.”

Leah arrived saying nothing, placing empty tankards and several dusty green bottles of wine on the table. She eyed us skeptically before turning to go.

“Alright Marcus, lets have it, how far has she gotten. I want to know everything you have found concerning my demon.”

“We used the Inn here as our hub, Ross, and I don’t think the towns’ people liked us much” he said, waving at the last person to leave. “We have ridden a week in all directions, questioning everyone. She seems to have gone no furtherer then the town here. We can find no evidence of her evil influence or any unexplained deaths. This town and its surrounding villages, all of the men are surprisingly happy. We don’t think she’s made it this far, Ross, or the people would be more afraid, her evil presence would have corrupted them.”

Before I had a chance to answer, the silence of the pub was rent with a thundering voice. We turned and watched in amazement as the Friar came to life, flailing his arms in the air.

“God, damn thy self, for the evil you truly are! You are nothing but the Devil we worship!” Brother Hubert bellowed towards the ceiling. He lifted his tankard, seeing that it was drained, and waived for another. “You are false, I say, false, you are not God, the Pagans are right. We should not bow before you ever again!” He shamefully covered his face as Leah came close. He was moaning to himself now, rocking back and forth, begging God for forgiveness.

She came through the curtains of the back room carrying a tray of food that smelled wonderful. It was overriding the foul stench that permeated everything. Without saying a word she arranged the plates on the table. Brother Hubert dropped his hands looking at her, sniffling, tears streaking his face.

“He will never forgive my blasphemy,” Brother Hubert sobbed, “and I fear His judgments. I will burn in hell fire for all eternity. You….you are an angle sent from heaven Leah; your ascendance to paradise is assured. Bless you, Leah, bless you.”

“Don’t you worry, you’re a good kind man and God loves you, now eat your meal. I know it’s you favorite, so there is plenty for you take with you,” She said gently stroking is shoulder.

My men and I were all watching this exchange appalled and enchanted at the same time. Brother Hubert had just condemned himself in front of us, the Bishops guards and Witch Hunter General, as a heretic, we could burn him without question. The gentle kindness that Leah showed him was heartwarming, the love that glowed in her face was mesmerizing. But what was capturing our thoughts the most was the smell of the food. It was making my stomach growl and I knew that my men were hungry after their long journey. I caught her attention and waived her over.

“Girl, my men and I are hungry; bring us some of whatever you just brought the Friar. I don’t care what it is, just bring it.”

“But M’Lord…I don’t…” she stammered.

“Don’t argue, Girl, just serve us.”

She appeared moment’s later, laden with food. Plates of dark glossy stew with big chunks of meat and vegetables along with several loaves of crusty bread. The aroma alone changed our focus form the task of demon hunting to the pleasures of gastronomy and good company. It was simple fair, but was delicious beyond anything I have ever eaten before. The stew was succulent and tender, the bread perfect. I could see why the Friar was drawn to eat here if this was a good example of what he was being served. Sated we were scraping our plates and sopping up the last remains of stew, when I brought the conversation back to task, directing the course of action on the path that I wanted it to follow. My men were loyal, never questioning my motives or methods in anything, and I was counting on that same unquestioning loyalty now. I needed them as far away from this place as possible.

“I think your correct Marcus, our Succubus never made it this far. I believe she has doubled back and is now moving north. I want you to go as far as the border and then spread out. If you find anything, send word to me immediately. I’m staying here to deal with our wayward heretic. And one last thing, Marcus, if you don’t hear from me soon, come back here and burn the heretic.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. We won’t let you down, when we find her we’ll send word.” he said nodding as he left.


Yes, I thought, you do that Marcus, knowing full well that he would never find her. I loved my men and I felt terrible for betraying them in this manner, but they could never know my true motivation, my lust, or passion for my enigma. They could never know that I had fallen in love with a demon. They could never know the need I hand to find the demon who haunted my waking dreams.

They left without notice, leaving me alone with Brother Hubert. He was the center of this mystery; he was the only man within fifty miles that wasn’t visited. I had talked to everyone and come to the same conclusion, the men here were all happy. That alone was enough to arouse my interest. All of my experience told me that somehow he was the crux.

Sitting down with Brother Hubert I ordered several bottles of wine. Leah it appeared was very unhappy at this turn of events and frowned as she placed the bottles on the table. I filled our cups and pushed a full tankard into Brother Hubert’s hand, rousing him.

“Hello Brother, I’m Erik Von Ross and I have a few questions.”

His eyes came into focus and his demeanor changed instantly, even drunk, he knew who I was. He knew he was guilty of hearsay and afraid that I was there to collect him as a heretic, I could read that in his eyes. I was within my rights to burn him on a stake, and this gave me power over him.

“I want to confirm what I have been hearing form the town’s men, Friar, that they are having ‘Dreams’. Their dreams are about a woman of their deepest fantasies, a woman who will do their slightest bidding, their most depraved desires. A woman so alluring that many have taken to afternoon naps in the hopes of ‘Dreaming’ of her once more.”

“I want to know what the towns men are telling you about her, I want to know if she has appeared to you Brother Hubert.”

“It will be breaking the vow of the confessional if I tell you. I love my God and can not do that.” He said miserably.

“You will tell me what you know, Friar, or I will burn you for the heretic you are. You don’t have to tell me exactly, just give me a general idea of what is being said. That way you aren’t saying anything about anyone in particular.”

He thought hard about this for a moment, and took another long brink of wine, draining his tankard and pouring himself another. The threat and the wine were enough to loosen his tongue.

“A beautiful woman appears and loves them; she will perform their darkest desire. It is only a dream Sir. I think the men are competing on who has the best story. Each one has a wilder tale of conquest then the next man. I don’t believe them, Sir,” he said as his head began to droop forward.

“Do you know what a Succubus is Brother Hubert?”

“Yes Sir, I thought of that at first. But the men don’t die. If it was a Succubus the men would not live to tell the tale, they would have been drained to lifeless husks, once she was through with them.”

“So I take it that she has not appeared to you?”

“No Sir, I have no need of the pleasures of the flesh. It is against my vows. This is why I think it’s all lies Sir. If this was a demon, don’t you think that she would have visited me as well, considering she seems to visit every other man here? It is only a dream, a fantasy that they all share. It makes for good conversation, Sir.”

He was getting very drunk, his eyes were beginning to close, unconsciousness overtaking him as he slurred out one last question.

“Why… do you care ‘bout the townsmen’s… dreams Sir?” he asked slumping forward.

“Can you hear me Friar?” I whispered to his unconscious form, it felt good to be confessing. “I care because she came to me. She loved me, Lilith of my dreams. I love her and will possess her, just as she has possessed me, if it dams my soul to burn in hell forever. I burn for her now, Friar, I am obsesses.”

I heard a soft gasp, Leah was standing there her hand covering her mouth. The puzzle was solved! I knew the answer, and before she had a chance to move, my knife was at the Friars throat.

“Now girl, you and I are going to have a talk, lock the door and sit down.”

I saw her hesitate and pushed the knife harder against the Friars neck to draw a thin line of blood, along with a satisfying grunt of pain. That was enough to halt her; she locked the door and submissively sat across the table from me, tears forming in her eyes.

“You are my Lilith, aren’t you girl, the one in my dream? You look different buy I am sure it is you.”

“Yes Sir, I am. I appear in the form that most pleases the beholder.” she whispered.

“Then I want you to change, you will appear to me as my Lilith from now on.”

Her features changed instantly. Her dark hair turned into rings of deep shiny copper, her hazel green eyes turned glittering emerald green. There she was, my Lilith, the demon I ached for, and I had found the key to hold her, Brother Hubert.

“You will explain this all to me or I will kill him, I know you care for him succubus, so don’t push me. You will answer my questions or he dies. First question; how do you stay in human form for so long, I thought you only sprit?”

“I must feed often, Sir, it is the only way. I must… feed.” Tears formed in her eyes and she looked so mournful. I couldn’t believe that this was an evil succubus of ledged.

“Succubus kill, girl. You visit every man in the area and you haven’t killed once. You prey on the men at the Inn, and you haven’t killed. You didn’t kill me, Why?”

“I must feed to stay in this form, Sir; I have no need to kill. But I must stay in human form so I feed often. I am capable of killing, but I do not wish to kill. I feed their dreams as I feed from the men. I receive what I need and in return I give them their deepest fantasies.” She said, as slow tears rolled off her cheek.

“So you take pleasure in doing this?” I almost didn’t want to hear the answer, but I had to know.

“No, there is no pleasure in what I do. Others of my kind find pleasure in the act, but I do not, it is only survival to me” She said flatly. “Is what I do so terrible Sir? The town’s people are not frightened and the men are all happier then they have ever been. How am I hurting anyone? I fulfill their needs, their passions, and I don’t harm them.”

“Why do you need to stay in human form, Lilith?”

Ah, there was a question she didn’t want to answer; she was tensing, but careful not to make any overt movements, the knife I held to Friars neck stayed her. What she didn’t understand was that I needed her to stay in human form. I wanted her for myself. I would do anything to keep her here…with me. And if that meant killing a few townsmen, so be it.

“I need to stay in this form, Sir, because… I love Hubert.” Her eyes rested on Brother Hubert with such love that I could have killed him for that alone. “I care for him,” she said, “I feed him. I feed him without receiving anything in return. He does not see me as other men. He does not desire me only for sex. He loves me as he loves another member of his flock. He sees me as human. I love him and I can’t explain it any better then that. I love him enough to allow you to see me, to let you know my secret.”

As I watched, her form shimmered becoming translucent for a heartbeat. It was almost imperceptible, but I saw it. The look in her eyes as she watched the blade I held to Brother Hubert’s neck was filled with so much love and caring it was moving. But I had purpose that I would not waiver from.

“You need to feed, don’t you Lilith?”

“Yes Sir, I didn’t feed today. I didn’t want to leave him here alone with you. I knew who you were, and Hubert was in danger. I can’t stay like this much longer without feeding Sir.”

“How long does it take you to feed, and must they be asleep?”

“It only takes moments, Sir. No they do not need to be asleep; it just makes it easier if they think I am a dream.”

“Good. I don’t care if you love him. I don’t care if you love me, but that is preferable. What I do care about is that you submit to me, because I love you. You will submit to me in any fashion that I see fit, or he dies. You will only feed from me now. Do you understand? And know this Lilith, if anything happens to me, my men will be back, and the Friar will die. He was the last person of interest to us and I left instructions” I said lowering my knife.

“So do you understand the terms of your loves survival?”

“Yes. I must submit to you or he dies.”

Before I knew what was happening, I was dreaming. Lilith was underneath me, legs firmly wrapped around my waist as I pumped my lustful seed deep within her undulating body, the bliss that I had known once before, overtaking me. As quickly as we began it was over, the real world was coming back into focus. We were sitting as we were moments before. I knew I was a damned soul; I would do anything now to keep her in human form and in my life.

To her horror, I undressed and sat down, uncaring if the Friar woke up.

“Now my beautiful Lilith, a taste of real life, I want to see that magnificent nude body of yours over my knees. I want to watch as you undress and come to me, you’re going to lay yourself across my knees and not say a word”

My pleasure soared as she submitted to me, slowly removing her clothing. She was round and voluptuous, skin glowing in the flickering light of the fireplace. My eyes never left her as she laid her warm nude body over my legs. I ran a hand through her hair, grasping thick silky locks and holding tightly. I caressed her round bottom with my other hand, feeling the smooth, firm coolness of her skin before applying a few light smacks. I continued spanking until she was crying, her tears exciting me beyond belief. The feel of her squirming body on my legs and under my hand was thrilling. I watched as her rapidly reddening fundament warmed under my hand, bouncing as I applied each loving smack.

“I have ached for you ever since you first came to me, now you will learn to ach for me. This Lilith,” I said as I rubbed her hot round bottom, “was for taking something from me without permission, something you will never do again.”

Lifting her by the hair, I pushed her backwards onto the table, her head almost touching the hands of drunken Friar. Tears were running down her cheeks as I pushed her legs apart and back.

“Don’t move, I want look at you, because your mine now, and will worship only me.”

I watched as her beautiful body was racked with sobs of humiliation, being displayed like this. Dangerous as she knew she was trapped, and I was savoring the moment. I had tamed my Demon, and I was elated, aroused beyond belief.

“Now, Lilith,” I said, fingering her clit, and sliding three fingers into her cunt “you will never take anything from me again. From now on, I will feed you…..in the flesh, and you will learn pleasure.”

I drove myself into her as far as I could go, grinding my way in. She was warm….and to my surprise, wet. Her body rocked, as I took my pleasure from her body, her tears driving me on. She had turned her head and was looking at the Friar she loved, submitting to me to save his life. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head as a low groan escaped her throat.

“Yes, Lilith, this is what it is like to be feed in the flesh, so much better then in dreams.” I could feel her cunt start to spasm, grasping onto my cock. Her eyes snapped open in confusion as her hips started to grind back into me. Her face was a mask of raw lust, as she screamed with her first orgasm.

Pleasure shot up my spine, as I erupted into her cunt, filling her with my cum. I watched as her as her skin became more luminous, more “real,” as she feed.

“That my lovely Lilith is how you will receive what you need to survive form now on.”

She is all mine now, I thought, mine alone. And I loved her.

[Nikita]

Very good. I liked it. Well written from the first person pov. It pulled me in. I have to thank Mad for whatever he did to get you to post it. Looking forward to more.

[thrall]

Wow......thank you...........*breathing a sigh of relief that you liked it*

[Mr. Veide]

That was excellent, Thrall. Loved the mix of themes and the way you turned the Succubus thing on its head, the story didn't go where I expected it to.

[Mr. Veide]

She was regretting it now.
She wished she had not done it.

She tried to speak, tried to apologise, but to know avail. All that came out was muffled, nonsensical mumbling. The bright red ball-gag stuffed into her mouth saw to that. She struggled to move her arms, her wrists, but they were tightly bound above her pretty little head. The stirrups held her legs wide apart, making her most intimate regions open and fully accessible. She was naked, except for the dog collar around her soft neck.

She regretted what she had done.
If only she'd known.
On the clinical, pristine walls of this medical room, or rather prison, she saw that pictures of her and the married man she had been having an affair with were hung. She knew he was married, but what she did not know was that he was married to a gynaecologist She moaned into her gag at the realisation that she was now in the hands of his vengeful wife, who stod, observing, dressed in a Doctor's Coat, looking very respectable. She looked at the captive with utter contempt.
"Hello, Little Whore."
The wife stroked the girl's soft body, running her long fingernail's through the captive's dark, long, raven hair. She whimpered, her eyes full of fear as she looked up at the woman she had wronged.
"Don't worry, little cunt, I'm not going to hurt you. But you need to be brought under control. You will be made to cum, and cum, and cum."
She sobbed.
"You liked it when my hubby fucked you, when he pounded your dripping wet pussy, when he fucked your brains out and ate your honeypot, so don't pretend to me you are some poor little innocent."
The wife moved between the girl's wide open legs, pulling along the equipment trolley with her. The girl's opening was presented and fully accessible, "Mmmm...you are going to make it up to me by being my personal FuckToy". As the captive felt her cunt being stretched open by an enormous dildo, she regretted what she had done. As she was brutally stuffed and fucked by the woman she had wronged, she wished she had not spent those evenings sucking the husband's big, hard cock and being rammed by it. This dildo was bigger than even that cock. She grimaced and squirmed in her bonds, as a vibrator was applied to her clit. That really made her lose control. And, as she lost control of her pussy, the wife seized it, manipulating it, mastering it, moulding the pussy to her liking.
As that night went on, speculums, butt-plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps and just about every humiliation possible were inflicted on the girl. Her wide open crotch was a playground for her captor. The Gynaecologist built a device especially for her captive, one that would mean the total loss of sexual independence. Sure enough, it was inserted into the obvious hole.

A year later, the girl's life had changed. As she sat on her sofa, reading, she felt a sudden shock in her crotch, and her mobile rang.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Little Cunt, its time for your weekly Service...I want your holes over here in 30 minutes!" The buzzing in her pussy left her little choice but to obey.

She regretted what she had done.
She wished she had not done it.
Especially as she was now a Gynaecologist's FuckToy.

[Mad Lews]

Very well done Thrall, and interesting twist upon the expected. Good luck with the contest.

Mr. Veide, an interesting vignette. Hotwired at the OBGYN, hell hath no fury...

[thrall]

Thanks Mad..............hugs