5 comments/ 42208 views/ 4 favorites 5000 Words Ch. 01 By: lexi251 All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*. I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character's name from *** to ####. Not Constructive: I hated that character's name. Pick your box wisely. *********************** Recently told a Dom, i had been having fantasies about him, when he asked what they were, i wrote it up and sent it to him in a serialized form over the course of a week With his permission and encouragement, i am reprinting them here... Enjoy ************************* I arrive at your apartment and you answer the door with a mysterious grin. I walk inside wondering at the unusual expression and what it might mean. You close the door behind me and grab my arm pushing me softly back against the wooden surface. You lean down and I tilt my head back for our customary kiss when your mouth veers off and you whisper softly in my ear, "Do you trust me?" I drop the toy bag, I lean back and look deep into your blue eyes. My gut instinct was to spout out a carefree 'yes' but something about the way you were asking me this right then made me take a minute. Even then, my answer was a soft 'yes, of course I do." Your grin grows broader and you lean down and give me a deep kiss. We stand there for a moment locked onto each other's mouths before you pull away. Ours eyes meet again. Your hand cups my cheek and you say "Good girl." I feel my usual frisson of pleasure at pleasing you even though I wasn't sure yet what I was being praised for. Your hand moves slowly down my face to caress my throat, your smooth fingertips lightly massaging my flesh. I drop my eyes suddenly feeling vulnerable. Your hand stills and you say "Eyes" in a firm voice. I reluctantly return my eyes to yours and wonder again at the pure pretty color. I wish I could describe the color accurately, somewhere between the blue of an Alaskan husky and the blue of a spring sky but neither is entirely correct. I feel myself slowly relax under your massaging fingers as your hand descends in increments until your palm rests on my chest over my heart. My heart rate which had accelerated at the unusual way our time together was going began to slow under the familiar touch. You finally step away removing your hands from me and my flesh feels cool from the loss of contact. I automatically begin to remove my clothes but this too is different. You stand there watching me, your eyes thoughtful. I feel a slight frown form between my brows and my hands slow. My undressing had become a non-event, it was just the way things were. Suddenly, it felt strange again, as if I was doing this for the first time. However, no matter how slowly I move soon I stand there before you nude. I fight the urge to cover myself with my hands but something about the way you look at me feels almost predatory. You give me a long perusal before turning and grabbing the cuffs off the table. My nipples already tight in the cooler air have become taut nubs under your gaze. You walk back over to me and say "Hands," in a presumptive tone. I gaze deep into your cool eyes before slowly offering you my hands wrists exposed. This cooler side of you has me slightly off balance and I suddenly feel nervous about what had become usual. You fasten the cuffs around my wrists firmly but comfortably. When they are in place, you rub a thumb against the rapid pulse showing on my wrist. "Relax," you say in that same cool voice I am learning to hate, "You trust me remember," To my ears, your tone seems slightly mocking. I feel my pulse give another up tick in rate. You grip my cuffed wrists and walk me across the floor to the door to the bedroom. I come face to face with the thing that has become my nemesis, the hook. The hours I have spent attached to this thing flash briefly though my mind as I face it for another go round. You raise my cuffed hands and attach them to the hook leaving my back facing the room. Once my hands are immobilized to your liking you release them and run your hands down my arms to my shoulders. You briefly massage them until they relax. You run your hands down to my shoulder blades and around to cup my breasts. You hold their weight in your broad palms and toy with my erect nipples. I sigh at your touch and the feeling of you full length against my back. I feel your warm breath tickle my ear as you lean close. "I think its time we got out of the shallow end of the pool, don't you," you murmur before taking my ear firmly between your teeth. I gasp at the sharp nip you give me and then I moan as your fingers tighten on my nipples. I rub my thighs together to contain my excitement. My upper thighs are slippery with my juices. One of your hands releases my breast and slips between my thighs. You give a mutter of approval at my obvious excitement. I can't believe how eager I am and we haven't really done anything yet. The fingers on my nipple give an especially vicious twist and my yoni gives another gush coating your fingers. We spend several minutes like that your fingers playing in my wetness and the ones on the other hand toying with my nipples. I sway against you, rubbing my ass against you as I feel an orgasm start to creep up on me when you suddenly stop and step away. I continue to twist for a minute my yoni seeking your hand. You give me a negligent slap on the ass and say 'not quite yet' before walking away to the table you have prepared. I move my legs back together and rub my thighs against each other hoping to finish what your fingers have begun. I feel you walk up behind me, slip off my glasses and something glide over my eyes. I stop in shock, a blindfold. This was new. I open my mouth to question you and a ball gag slides into my mouth. 5000 Words Ch. 02 All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*. I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character's name from *** to ####. Not Constructive: I hated that character's name. Pick your box wisely. *********************** Recently told a Dom, i had been having fantasies about him, when he asked what they were, i wrote it up and sent it to him in a serialized form over the course of a week With his permission and encouragement, i am reprinting them here... Enjoy ************************* "I just want to you relax and feel today," you whisper into my ear, your hand returning to my yoni. It doesn't take long before the blindfold and gag are forgotten, as I once again approach orgasm. Again, you step away right as I am about to cum. I give a low growl before moving my legs back together, I am so close, and now I really need to climax. I hear you moving around behind me but it is just background noise as I slide my thighs together trying to cum. I can feel your eyes on me but for once all feelings of self-consciousness are gone in my search for my orgasm. It stays teasingly out of reach, my gyrations enough to keep the pot at a simmer but not make it boil. I feel you behind me again and wonder what you are up to as you crouch down. The ankle cuffs are attracted and you attach them to a spreader bar. My legs spread and my source of pleasure gone, the cool air tickles my moist inner thighs. Suddenly all the self-consciousness is back and I wonder what I must look like. The words 'sacrificial virgin' come to mind. You stay there for a moment running your smooth hands over my legs, from time to time your fingers raising high enough to brush against my sensitive yoni. Each time they do, I jerk and moan. I am so close. Finally, you stand up running your hands up my legs and sides. You run one hand around my rib cage pulling me to you and you whisper in my ear 'I thought you heard me say not yet.' Your other hand grips my hair pulling my head back and you give me another kiss, the ball gag a strange barrier to our usual kisses. I moan helplessly around it, my open yoni aching for the one last touch that will send me over the edge. After the kiss, you step back again and I am left in the darkness with my thoughts, which are fragmented. Sentences beginning with 'I want' and 'I need' float incomplete across my mental landscape. I listen trying to figure out what you are doing. I hear you retrieve the toy bag. I hear the zipper open and the rustle as you unpack it. I hear small indistinct mutters from you as you set the things out. I marvel at how acute my hearing seems to be in the darkened landscape in which you have placed me. I hear you go to the kitchen and the tinkle of metal as you make your way back to me. By this time, my head is moving from side to side, keeping an ear pointed in your direction, trying to track your movements. I feel very exposed, hanging naked from your hook, part of me sure you are looking at me, and part of me wondering if I am being ignored like another piece of your wall art. I feel the air move as you return to your position behind me. I relax, glad to have you close again even if you are not touching me yet. I hear the ring of metal behind me and wonder what you have. "I think its time to get started, kitten, but first, I want to make sure I have your full attention," you say, your voice still distantly mocking. I can't figure out what you are talking about. You always have my full attention. "First we must make sure these are awake," you murmur, moving close and grabbing one nipple in your fingers. You roll the erect nub in your fingers gradually tightening until I am squirming. I breathe slowly through my nose, trying to acclimate to the increasing pain. When it seems like I will no longer be able to bear it, you release that one and move to the other. I am confused as to why you are not doing them both at the same time but then I hear the jingle of metal and have a completely new set of qualms. By the time you finish they are both throbbing, they feel like twin heartbeats. My breath is no longer measured, all methods of dealing with pain forgotten. It still surprises me that you can get such pressure out of just your fingers. I try to relax knowing something else is coming. I hear the clink of chain again and then a icy clip as something fastens onto my abused nipple. Before I can process the sudden ache and weight, the twin catches my other nipple. I stand there frozen for a second trying to absorb the myriad sensations. The nipple clamps are cold on my tender nubs, I feel a brush of cold as the chain between them brushes the area between and below my breasts. My head tilts to the side as I try to discern what this is. Finally it sinks in, the clover clamps! Wait, I think, we discussed this, and you said no. Suddenly the trip to the kitchen makes sense, you had stored them in the freezer. The pain of the clamps slowly works through the cold and my nipples start to burn. I begin to shake and whimper. "Shhhh," you murmur wrapping your arms around my waist. "I know it hurts but you can take this for me, right?" you ask, knowing the answer before I can even nod my head. I reach deeper for an additional pool of endurance. These types of nipple clamps have been my personal black bear ever since the time they were used on me, the first time I played after my hiatus. I try to relax into you, ignore the pain, and enjoy your warmth. The sensations flow back and forth and I distantly wonder which will gain ascendency. Will this be the time when it is finally too much? With a final sigh, I feel it happen. My body softens, my mind releases and I'm there. 5000 Words Ch. 03 All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*. I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character's name from *** to ####. Not Constructive: I hated that character's name. Pick your box wisely. *********************** Recently told a Dom, i had been having fantasies about him, when he asked what they were, i wrote it up and sent it to him in a serialized form over the course of a week With his permission and encouragement, i am reprinting them here... Enjoy ************************* I sigh feeling the first flush of surrender wash over me and make the unendurable endurable. I embrace the familiar feeling to me like a long lost lover. The pain is still there, in fact is increasing as the clamps slowly warm but it becomes remote, a fact of life, something to be accepted to please the one I serve. You feel my surrender and cradle me gently to you. "Okay," you ask, for the first time since I arrived sounding like the man I know. I nod my head, my hair rubbing against your shirt as I lay my head back. I slowly get control of myself and you release me and step back. "I'm glad you brought everything, kitten, I think we are going to need it." I feel my eyes bulge behind the blindfold. Everything, I think, we don't use everything ever or at least not in the same scene. He's just saying that, I think. I hope, anyway. You run your hands over me proprietarily and I unwind under your firm familiar touch. I feel myself starting to melt and grow fluid, despite all the weirdness of today this was known and this felt good. I force myself to ignore the clover clamps swaying from my nipples as my body moves at your urging. The first slap on my ass comes as a shock, breaking the trancelike state you had me eased into. You start slowly, a measured cadence that moves over the cheeks of my bottom, occasionally stopping in one place until I am wiggling. You pick up the pace and I marvel how your hands can bear the abuse when my ass is barely doing so. The rain of blows following has me squirming, the pain from the clamps a pale shadow to the growing ache in my bottom. You stop and grab my ass with both hands massaging it and seemingly checking for something. My ass is hot and it feels like tenderized steak. I start at your touch but stand still. This is what I was here for, to please you and by pleasing you, please myself. You grab me around my waist and move my ass into you. The roughness of your pants irritates my tender skin. I whine around the gag, my jaws aching from being open for so long. The darkness behind the blindfold has become comforting, allowing me to focus on my other senses. "That was a good warm up, are you ready to get started," you ask, your breath a hot breeze in my ears. I nod my head, not sure at all but I know this is what you want. A question of what had brought all this on floats briefly through my mind and is gone. It doesn't matter, this is what you want today, and this is what we do today. I hear you move to the table then the sharp slap of a wooden paddle on my tenderized ass. I groan around the gag. The next period of time is filled with slaps and grunts as you work your way through the collection of paddles. Wood gives way to rubber, which in turn gives way to metal. By the time you pause, my ass is a blaze of heat. The pain in my nipples a distant consideration. I hear you breathing behind me, the work out more yours than mine. I shift from side to side, as much as the spreader bar will allow. The air has dried my inner thighs but a constant flow of moisture is attempting to rewet them. The spanking has done nothing but increase my arousal, and my mind has dropped into a long wail of 'I want, I want'. Your hands reach around me to cup my breasts, I flinch as your fingers come close to my clamped nipples. I had managed to compartmentalize the pain from them in lieu of the pain from my butt, but your attention to them, brings them back to the forefront of my mind. I find myself on the horns of a dilemma, part of me wishes you would remove them and the other part knows just how bad it's going to hurt when you do. You give the clamps a tiny wiggle. "Ready for these to come off," you ask. I nod reluctantly. You toy with them for a minute before with a flourish you remove them. I scream behind my gag, glad for the first time that it is there or everyone in that complex would have heard me. The returning sensation is awe-inspiring. The heartbeat my nipples had had before the clamps has become an aching throb. I dance there for a minute, the returning blood flow an avalanche of sensation. Your hands return to my breasts and slowly ease toward my awakening nipples. I twist to avoid your fingers, not wanting anything else to touch them. You grip my hair and hiss into my ear, 'Be still, you are mine and everything on you is mine so I will touch you where and when I want or have you forgotten that, my fuck toy?' I force myself to still as this truth works its way though my panic. I hold down the flinches as your fingers grip my nipples and roll them firmly between your fingertips. The pain works in an arc from excruciating to merely painful as the feeling comes to back my nipples. You move in front of me and I feel your warm breath on my agonized nipples. My neglected yoni gives an excited gush. I moan at the harsh rasp of your tongue against my tender nubs. You put on hand on my waist to steady me as I sway with the exquisite sensation. You spend long moment doing this as my hips echo the sweeps of your tongue. I balance on the precipice of a huge climax when you plunge your fingers in to my yoni and at long last I cum. 5000 Words Ch. 04 All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*. I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character's name from *** to ####. Not Constructive: I hated that character's name. Pick your box wisely. *********************** Recently told a Dom, i had been having fantasies about him, when he asked what they were, i wrote it up and sent it to him in a serialized form over the course of a week With his permission and encouragement, i am reprinting them here... Enjoy ************************* The shudders from my climax seem to go on forever, your fingers prolonging them almost past the point of pleasure. I find myself slipping into a place of mindlessness. Soon the sensitivity of my clit causes me to jerk away from your questing fingers and you chuckle, your hand coming to rest a tantalizing inch away from my throbbing center. "But I thought you wanted to cum, kitten," you say as your fingers draw slow circles on my thigh much too close to my yoni for my peace of mind right then. Words are hard right then, even figuring out what you are saying is taking a minute. The blaze of my ass and the throb of my nipples are distant to the continuing pulse of my yoni. That orgasm had nearly turned me inside out and I needed a moment to process and come back to earth. Finally the words permeate my consciousness and I shake my head first yes, then no, unable to communicate due to the ball gag. A writer without access to words, is there anything more pathetic? You stand up in front of me, your fingers finally away from my yoni. I feel you looking at me for a long moment, strange how sound and air movement have taken the place of sight. You reach behind me and undo the strap on the ball gag and it comes free. I exercise my sore jaw and try to work saliva back into my dry mouth, and when I can get my tongue to work. "I did," I say breathlessly, "but that was too much," I want to bite my tongue the minute the last word was out. Your hand slides into the back of my hair and you take a firm grip. You place your mouth next to my ear and say, "but you don't decide when it's enough, do you, kitten. That's my decision." You release my hair with a final shake and I drop my head. I feel bad, how could I have forgotten such a fundamental part of our interactions? You give a tsking sound with your mouth and I can imagine the disappointment on your face. You move from in front of me and I hear you go back to the table. I wonder what you have prepared for the next phase of our play, but bite my lips to keep the questions inside. Whatever is coming is what is coming and will be dealt with in turn. I hear you pick something up and return to your position behind me. I force my legs to stiffen and straighten, determined not to let you down again. I draw my head up when nothing happens, I can feel you looking at me and speculate as usual what you see. The throb in my ass has died down to a manageable level for which I am glad and my nipples while still tender are controllable as well. I feel the falls of a flogger drift over my shoulder too lightly for me to know which one it is. I instinctively grip my hands together, trying to get myself into the right headspace for this next part. You come up behind me and wrap an arm around me, your pants a subtle irritation to my tender behind but I enjoy the feeling of closeness too much to mind. I lay my head back on your chest and tilt my head up hoping for kisses. You reward me with a deep kiss and I feel myself relax. The evening had been a bit odd and I need the connection. As usual you read me so well. We kiss for long moments and when you finally pull away, I sigh feeling more centered than I had in a while. You run a hand down my back ending at my butt and when you reach it you give it a light pat. Even that feels sharp and I flinch. I hear you give a grunt of satisfaction. I am glad you are pleased with your work. The words done to a turn float across my mind. The next thing I feel shocks me. Soft, smooth, and cool, the rabbit fur flows against my heated skin a welcome respite from all the harshness of before. I had forgotten that was in the bag and was glad I had brought it today. I feel an almost childish giggle form in my chest. This is wonderful. You rub me down with the bunny fur, the fur gradually heating and my flesh slowly cooling. The softness feels blissful even on the hot orbs of my ass and the tender flesh of my breasts. I flow with your movements grateful for the care you are showing and the break in our 'festivities'. Again, I feel giggles form as I imagine how all this must look, your thoroughness reminds me of a man polishing a car. I hear you toss the fur onto the table and pick up something else. I begin to believe you when you say we would be using everything. I mentally run down all that has gone before and we are reaching the bottom of the toy bag. You step up to me again and put your arms around me. I relax into your embrace, feeling cherished and protected. This is the safe haven I treasure. I love the feeling as you run kisses from my hairline to my shoulder. On the return trip, the kisses are interspersed with nips and this begins the cycle anew. I am amazed at my body's reaction and the way you manipulate it and me like an professional. Mere minutes ago, I was beyond sated and reluctant to have anything touch my yoni again, and once again I am heating up, eager for your touch. "Okay, kitten," you say, "break time's over, hope you're ready for the next part," I mentally gird my loins for our next trip into the breach. 5000 Words Ch. 05 All right, gentle readers, after ten years of reading the stories on this lovely site I have decided to pop my cherry and submit something. Please be gentle *head back, back of my wrist to my forehead*. I welcome, crave, desire, want and need feedback BUT please be constructive at least. Constructive: did you know you changed that character's name from *** to ####. Not Constructive: I hated that character's name. Pick your box wisely. *********************** Recently told a Dom, i had been having fantasies about him, when he asked what they were, i wrote it up and sent it to him in a serialized form over the course of a week With his permission and encouragement, i am reprinting them here... Enjoy ************************* You step away from me again and again I feel the loss. Your touch is precious to me and I miss it when it's gone. I remember joking in the beginning how I was becoming addicted to your touch and that joke has become a reality. I hear you pick something up and although I know it's a flogger I listen closely hoping to discern which one it is. Why this information is so vital, I have no idea. Whichever one it is, it will be used and I will have to endure it. I hear a soft swish and make a mental guess. When I feel the feathery touch of the lightest flogger, I feel gratified that I have guessed right. Small triumphs in this place of continued darkness. The first sweeps of the flogger feel almost ephemeral and tender, something to awaken for sleepy flesh. You avoid my tender behind which I appreciate but my legs down to my ankles and my back from my behind to my neckline are fair game. When the falls brush the backs of my knees it almost tickles. I fall into the rhythmic strikes, my heartbeat eventually matching the hits. I feel myself melt away, walls go down as my mind whirls away. A curious vulnerability steals over me, a feeling that I can only allow to emerge in a place of safety. All feelings of self-consciousness and self-doubt fade and I just exist. I exist for this, for your pleasure, for pleasing you. When you change floggers, I barely notice whether you work your way up or down the intensity level. The rhythm stays the same and that all that matters as I shift ever closer to that sublime place called subspace. Like a climax in reverse, I feel it steal over me. Instead of a mad explosion, this is implosion as I fall into myself or the self I am with you at times like this. The room seems to grow strangely quiet, narrowed down to the strike of the flogger, our breathing, and nothing else. Behind the blindfold, I imagine arcs of electricity joining us. In this, I see the power exchange so many talk about made visual. I long for the words to tell you what I see and what I understand in this moment. I want to tell you how special you are to me and how grateful I am that you take the time to give me this but the words as usual are not there. That longing too fades away and I let it go. This is not the place for wants. Thoughts like gossamer strands form and break in my mind. Questions breeze though and for this time I am able to let them just float by without the burning urge to consider them or answer them. Like a babe in the womb I float, the strike of the flogger a mother's heartbeat. When it ends at first I don't notice caught up in the simple mindlessness of subspace. My body continues to sway to strikes that never come. Only when you approach and release my hands do I realize its over. When you lower my arms, they ache slightly from being up for so long. I sway against you, our activities of the last bit of time finally catching up with me. I stand there silently as you remove the cuffs from my wrists and ankles and remove the spreader bar. My eyes are closed behind the blindfold. I sway slightly the only thing holding me up are your quiet murmurs of 'hang on, just a little longer'. When you finish removing the hardware, you stand in front of me and remove the blindfold. The fading sunlight in the room as bright as high noon to my eyes. I blink at the sudden return of sight before my eyes find yours. I give an inner sigh of relief that the former coolness is gone, and the warmth and affection I have come to expect are back. The pleasure and respect are also present and welcome. I reach up and pull your head down to mine and we kiss. I run my fingers through your hair and over your goatee. The relief at having my hands is immense and it feels new to touch you again. The other side of my being addicted to your touch is being addicted to touching you. I want to purr at the sheer wonder of feeling your flesh under my fingers again. You pull away and look me deep in the eyes, your hand in its usual place over my heart. "Are you okay," you ask, concern clear in your voice. Okay, I want to say, no I'm not okay, I'm fabulous, I am marvelous, I am a 1000 things and okay is merely the least of them but as usual words fail me. You have taken us on a perilous journey and brought us safely home. What else could a submissive ask for? I give you my best smile as I nod as vigorously as my tiredness will allow. You look at me for another long minute before smiling yourself and leading me over to your chair. You sit down and I curl up in your lap. I lay my head on your chest, content and sleepy. You wrap something warm around me and I am glad for it as the endorphins of our play begin to wear off. You rain down kisses on my hair and face and I luxuriate in it. Your hand stokes softly over my side and legs and the rhythm further urges me toward sleep. I fight the urge for a bit, despite my tiredness I still want to do things and have things done. Something about being with you makes me insatiable except in small doses. Finally, sick of my restlessness, you say, "Relax, we still have the rest of the weekend," And with that realization, I let go and fall asleep.