Short Takes

[submissivewife]

submissivewife,
you have captivated me with your story, dear lady. I truly hope there is much more. An excellent telling of a hot, hot event.

Why thank you Sir! I hope the conclusion of the weekend meets the same approval.

subwife

[submissivewife]

Submissivewife...have mercy woman...you're killing me here! Your story is super HOT!! You rock luv and this tale is one I wish could just go on and on!

Nikita...sounds like an intersting story is to follow the intersting meet! Can't wait for you to find the rest of it in your journal!

Keep it cumming ladies!

Thank you LTP I am glad you liked it. Like anything else this story does end but I am sure you will like the conclusion just as much. WARNING: Might need some of those pampers Nikita is always handing out

[Ranai]

Hi subwife, thanks for your vivid tale on how to integrate inventive fun into a weekend à trois. All this casual ordering about – nicely described. The narrator’s sensations, thoughts and emotions come across well.

A conclusion is as important as a start.

A suggestion, should you at some point wish to re-edit the story for the library section (where it would get even more happy readers): In the present version, for the two dominant characters you use ‘Master’ and ‘Sir’ as if they were names.
Sir chuckled and said over his shoulder to me, “Kelly, I need to breathe. Relax I won’t let anything happen to you.”
This stylistic choice makes these two characters appear somewhat pale and impersonal in contrast to Kelly. I understand that the use of titles can work as a thrilling fetish all of its own; your text however might gain from giving each character a name, reserving the titles for the dialogue, and replacing the titles with their names and various other expressions in the narration.

Looking forward to the next part.

[submissivewife]

Hi subwife, thanks for your vivid tale on how to integrate inventive fun into a weekend à trois. All this casual ordering about – nicely described. The narrator’s sensations, thoughts and emotions come across well.

A conclusion is as important as a start.

A suggestion, should you at some point wish to re-edit the story for the library section (where it would get even more happy readers): In the present version, for the two dominant characters you use ‘Master’ and ‘Sir’ as if they were names.
Sir chuckled and said over his shoulder to me, “Kelly, I need to breathe. Relax I won’t let anything happen to you.”
This stylistic choice makes these two characters appear somewhat pale and impersonal in contrast to Kelly. I understand that the use of titles can work as a thrilling fetish all of its own; your text however might gain from giving each character a name, reserving the titles for the dialogue, and replacing the titles with their names and various other expressions in the narration.

Looking forward to the next part.

Now what do I do? I have already submitted the story to the Library and I just received an email today that it will be posted soon. I do see your point, and will work that into my stories I have done and my future writings...I hope Sir doesn't read this and feel insulted by my unintentional slight. Sorry Sir!!

[Ranai]

Well, it’s merely a stylistic aspect and thus subject to individual taste. Very probably other readers will say ‘Nope, that’s exactly how we like it!’

Ah – I see your story has been posted. Congratulations!
Heh, the story library moves too fast for this thread now. Cool.

[submissivewife]

Well, it’s merely a stylistic aspect and thus subject to individual taste. Very probably other readers will say ‘Nope, that’s exactly how we like it!’

Ah – I see your story has been posted. Congratulations!
Heh, the story library moves too fast for this thread now. Cool.

Yep to catch the ending, for those who want to, will have to be read at the library.

Thank you Ranai!

[Mad Lews]

Yep to catch the ending, for those who want to, will have to be read at the library.

Thank you Ranai!

Great job Subwif,
Now that your weekends up in neon lights you really will have to finish it or face a restless mob of readers. FYI if you really wanted to edit it you could contact Wabbit1, (He's not that busy( Right!) ) no really he's willing to repost edits if you ask him. For myself I can deal with Sir and Master though I can also see Ranai'd point.
Write on lil' submissivewife and keep up the good story tellin
Mad Lews

[FurryFury]

I think that the submissive is the star of the show. I like the Sir and Master. She can't write it from their point of view after all. She already got approval from her Master on this story. I like it. It makes me want things...write on SubmissiveWife and write on your way.

Fury

[submissivewife]

I think that the submissive is the star of the show. I like the Sir and Master. She can't write it from their point of view after all. She already got approval from her Master on this story. I like it. It makes me want things...write on SubmissiveWife and write on your way.

Fury

Thank you Fury! Sir and Master approved of the story. But thank you. I think you are the star around here anymore with your stories. I love them. If you want the end of the story you can read it at the library. Already there have been almost 300 readers and it was just posted yesterday. I think that is cool. I have only one person vote on it and make a review.

Thanks Nikita for the review. I will continue to write.

subwife

[FurryFury]

Thank you Fury! Sir and Master approved of the story. But thank you. I think you are the star around here anymore with your stories. I love them. If you want the end of the story you can read it at the library. Already there have been almost 300 readers and it was just posted yesterday. I think that is cool. I have only one person vote on it and make a review.

Thanks Nikita for the review. I will continue to write.

subwife

I finally found time to go read the whole thing! Good stuff! *hugs* Thanks for sharing your story! I wish I could do things like that in RL!

Fury

[submissivewife]

My weekend hasn't happened yet, but Sir says it might.

[FurryFury]

My weekend hasn't happened yet, but Sir says it might.

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. (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! I mean WOW, Pejanon!! Ladies?? Who has the Pampers??

[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.
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....
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. Mad Lews

Glare!#$ @ Mad 'smack'

[Mad Lews]

Glare!#$ @ Mad 'smack'

Temper, temper, lil' pony tail.

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.
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....
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...


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, 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....


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

post some more!


Pej

[Nikita]

Triad:

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

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!

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'! But pleez....pleez....don't stop! I do have toys...although I should have remembered to ask Santa for more batteries!

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

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

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

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, dishwashers, car hoods while they are warming up, old pickup trucks are better though, etc.

We aim to pleeze!

Nikita