1 comments/ 8406 views/ 1 favorites A Special Room and Beyond Ch. 01 By: taywink As my Mistress languishes luxuriously in her scented bath, I go to prepare our 'special' room. I place lighted, long lasting (I wonder why?), scented candles around the room. Their dim light casts a warm, romantic glow about the room. I lay a huge, soft, fluffy towel over the massage couch and lay a scented, silk pillow on it for my Mistress to rest her golden curls. Soft, romantic music plays in the background, which will be barely audible later over your moans of pleasure. Red wine is nearby for you to sip. I return to the bathroom to lead you from your bath. I gently dab your back while I carefully dry the sensitive underside of your breasts, keeping your nipples hard by 'accidentally' brushing them with my thumbs. You mew softly with pleasure. Slowly, I dry down your back, easing the towel into the cleft of your buttocks to dry your anus. It opens slightly as you relax it in anticipation – but in anticipation of what? I draw the towel slowly along the fold of your skin that runs between your legs. You steady yourself by leaning on the wash basin. By now I have reached your partially swollen pussy lips which I gently tease open with the towel. As I draw the towel upwards it caresses your clit which hardens in anticipation - but in anticipation of what? I lead my Mistress, in your splendid nakedness, from the bathroom to our 'special' room, and to the massage couch which awaits your body. You sit on the couch and swing your legs up to lie on your back – but no my Mistress, not yet, as I draw you round to lie on your front and rest your chin on the scented, silk pillow. The scented candles cast a warm glow on the lustrous skin of your naked body. I dribble some warm oil down your spine. A droplet runs down into the cleft of your buttocks which cause you to partly open them in pleasure from the sensation the droplet gives as it runs to your anus. I kneel over you – my erect penis rubbing against your cleft – you rise further to try to get my penis to lie at your anus – but no my Mistress – not yet. I raise myself up so that it is only my hairy balls that caress your buttocks as I slowly start to rub and massage the oil into your silky skin. I start at your neck and run my hands along your shoulders, down under your arms to stroke the edges of your breasts. You shiver at my touch and mew softly with pleasure. Slowly I slide my hands over your sides and down to your hips – you raise them slightly to try to encourage me to slide my hands under you and to your pussy – but no my Mistress – not yet. Gradually I move my hands up over your back to then draw them firmly down your spine to cup your buttocks – one in each hand. As I squeeze them you writhe to part your buttocks and I can easily run my middle finger to your anus. You relax it so I can slip my finger in to gently stimulate you – you lift yourself to encourage me to probe deeper – but I withdraw slightly – you moan and rise further – I gently push my finger in – it slides so easily with the oil. You utter a long, low groan of pleasure – and another one as I slowly draw my finger out to caress the fold of skin running between your legs to your pussy. You raise your hips again in anticipation – but no my Mistress, not yet. I slide my hands, one each, down the satin softness of your thighs – down the length of your legs – right to your toes. Just as if I was stroking your pussy, I slide my finger between your toes one at a time first one foot, then the other. You moan louder as you become aroused at the symbolism of this. You are writhing now on the couch – trying to rub your smooth pussy on the towel to get release. I start back up your legs – lingering at the back of your knees – before massaging the back and inside of your thighs – you part them further as I near that elusive fold of skin where they meet. My hands come together at the top of your thighs to gently stroke between your legs – just under your pussy. You lift yourself up as I slide my hands under you to stroke the fold of skin creating the V-shape of your pussy. You slowly turn to lie on your back. I feast my eyes on your glorious nakedness as I slowly dribble more warm, scented oil from the cleavage of your beautiful, full, firm breasts down to you stomach. You contract your belly the oil trickles into your navel, before it then gradually flows over your smoothly shaven mound and into the cleft of you pussy lips. I watch, fascinated as your partially swollen lips part slightly to allow the oil to flow into your pussy. I kneel on the couch, straddling your body. You try to manoeuvre your pussy to take my erect penis – but no my Mistress, not yet. I reach up your body to spread the oil over your shoulders and down your arms, before bringing my hands to focus on your glorious breasts, my hairy balls rubbing over your silken mound as I stretch up your body. For what seems like an eternity to my Mistress I administer the oil to you breasts, taking each in my hands to knead them gently but firmly, squeezing them together so that I can almost kiss both your nipples at once, then drawing them apart - circling my hands over them – squeezing your nipples, which are so hard they feel like bursting, in my fingers. Your mews of pleasure are becoming louder. My Mistress wants me to move lower – to satisfy her. You are arching your back as I slowly and tantalisingly move my hands downwards over your belly, apart to your sides, back to your belly – slowly to wards your shaven mound and your demanding pussy. But no, my Mistress, not yet. I move my hands down over your hips, allowing my thumbs to fleetingly caress your swollen pussy lips – you squeal and writhe, but I continue down your legs to again, symbolically, run my fingers between each of your toes. By now, you have taken your breasts in your hands to firmly massage them to try to gain some gratification. You are so relaxed with the pleasures coursing through your body you do not have the strength to raise yourself to finger your expectant pussy. Slowly – so slowly I rub my hands back up your legs. This time I caress the silky skin on the inside of your thighs. You are now groaning loudly – almost unable to bear the demand of your body for satisfaction – for excruciating climax, for multiple orgasms to course through your body. I run my thumbs up just inside your swollen pussy lips to just flick your throbbing clit. I then slowly draw my fingers down inside your lips which gradually part to welcome more attention. My Mistress is becoming so wet as I move my fingers back up to gently flick your fully erect and hard clit. You raise yourself to welcome my penis – but no my Mistress, not yet. I lower my head between your wide spread legs to lick the underside of your clit. My Mistress is now writhing in rapture, craving release. You are working your breasts to try to get own release, your nipples are so hard and erect there are hardly any haloes around them. Gently, I caress your moist, parted pussy lips and then your hard clit with my throbbing penis. I lay it against your lips with its tip touching your clit to allow my Mistress to feel the throbbing on your lips and my pulse on your clit. You are writhing to get it to slip in – but no, my Mistress, not yet. I hold for a while longer as you arch your back, your pussy high in air gaping for me to thrust into it. Yes, my Mistress, I poise my penis on the edge of your waiting pussy and slide my full length in. You utter screams of ecstasy as your body is racked with orgasm on orgasm. You contract your pussy to prevent my withdrawal. As you squeeze, I can contain my throbbing cock no longer - hot spunk filling your pussy as you feel it splashing on the walls inside your pussy. We collapse on couch, our bodies soaking with sweat. The towel on the massage couch is saturated with our sweat and the sweet pussy moisture of my Mistress and mixed with my cum dribbling from you. Exhausted, we lie there, breathing heavily, in each others arms, until we have recovered sufficiently to need a shower. Our 'special' room is well appointed with an en-suite bathroom and shower. My Mistress cups my cock and balls in her hand to lead me to the en-suite. It still has the scent of the candles which burned while my Mistress bathed. Together we step into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over our bodies before we start to gently soap and shampoo each other. In turn we wash each other from the neck down, over the arms, down our sides and round our backs. This alone starts to arouse us again – but we resist - and continue down over each others hips and legs – before starting upwards again. As we stand up, our hands reach for each other's genitals – soaping them thoroughly, before I turn you around to soap in the cleft of your buttocks – concentrating my soapy finger in your anus. Once you are moaning softly, I slide my hands up your body to focus on washing your breasts and feeling your nipples hardening – yet again. Meanwhile, My Mistress you add to your pleasure by washing and fingering your pussy – but feeling the arousal in my penis, you turn to turn me so you can wash my buttocks and anus until I am moaning with pleasure and you turn me to face you once more. But the soap has made us slippy and, as we embrace to kiss, my hard, throbbing cock slides between your legs and into your warm, willing pussy. I pinion you against the wall so you have no escape from my thrusts – yours legs entwine around my body so my cock is thrust its full length in you. The water is splashing all over our bodies, running down them to mingle with our juices – and – ecstasy – our ejaculations as we climax – yet again. Climbing from the shower we wrap each other in warm, fluffy, white bath towels before proceeding to dry each other. We ensure we focus on our intimate areas – arousing ourselves again – but no, not this time, we are going out to dinner and have a table booked. A Special Room and Beyond Ch. 02 My Mistress, you wish me to fetch and dress you in clothes you have selected -- but now it is time for our roles to change -- your Dream Lover becomes your Dream Master -- and my Mistress -- you become my Pleasure Kitten. But you are just as content to be controlled as to control. You eagerly anticipate what I choose for you to wear -- knowing that you will enjoy wearing it as much as I enjoy watching you in it -- you even enjoy it when I choose something which is slightly uncomfortable or restrictive to wear for long as this also turns both of us on . But what my Pleasure Kitten will I choose for you to wear to dinner? What will we know and dare that others around us will not even suspect.... Dream Master's Pleasure Kitten will wear matching, broad suspender belt, bra, thong, and choker -- all of the deepest red satin, edged with black lace. You will also wear matching fishnet stockings and fingerless gloves, which have loops for your thumb and middle finger to draw the net over the back of your hands. You draw the suspender belt around your waist for me to fasten at your back. As I do so, I let my fingers gently caress the top of the cleft of your buttocks. The thrill this gives you makes you arch your back and shoulders. You bend to draw on your stockings, I cannot resist to stroke the ring of you anus. You mew quietly as you draw the stocking up your leg, trapping my finger in you. You do the same with the other stocking, allowing me to insert my finger slightly into you. Standing there, with my finger in your bum, you draw on the fishnet gloves. But you must release me Pleasure Kitten to allow me to fasten the bra which you have cupped over your breasts -- it only just covers the haloes of your nipples. I reach for the choker and fasten it round your silky neck -- nuzzling the down of your neck causing you to stiffen and mew again with the thrill of the pleasure it gives you. Finally, your Dream Master kneels before you to lift first one stockinged foot then the other into your thong. I draw it to your knees, but wait, I pause -- your pussy is empty. I reach into a dressing table drawer and bring out your purple Jiggle balls. Carefully I position the first ball at the lips of your pussy which part in anticipation and allow the ball to slide in. As it slides in the second is drawn after it. I push it in further with my finger, making sure they are nestling securely together against the walls of you pussy. I reach back to draw your thongs right up -- but as I do I look up you body standing over me. The lips of your mouth have a shimmering deep red rouge on them -- but what about your pussy lips -- do they not deserve the same attention! I pick your lipstick from the dressing table and gently apply rouge to your semi-swollen nether lips -- you squirm some more with the thrill of this new experience. Having dressed you, I must dress -- but what have you lifted from the dressing table as you kneel before me. You are holding a matching thong to yours, in deepest red satin. I step into the thong. I become semi-aroused as you draw the satin up my legs. But you pause over my thighs and look up at me with a wicked smile. You reach behind me to the dressing table -- you hold the lip rouge! Gently you draw back my skin to reveal the full swollen head of my penis and you run the lips rouge over it before allowing the skin to slip back to cover half of the head. With a knowing smile you pull the thong on completely and mischievously pat my genitals. We finish our dressing -- you put on a crimson low-cut blouse and front-buttoning crimson skirt. I put on a black silk shirt and black Chino trousers before kneeling before you to lace the black, high-heeled ankle boots I have put on your feet. We hear the taxi sound its horn as I slip on black casual shoes. I let you get into the taxi first. As I get in I notice you have positioned yourself to reveal the lace tops of your stockings to me -- but out of the driver's view. As we drive to the restaurant you casually stroke the top of your thigh giving me the occasional glimpse of your thong -- while you watch the bulge increasing in my trousers. Arriving at the restaurant, you wait for me to come round to open your door. You swing your legs out, parting them fully, making sure I get a full view of the crotch of your thong -- which is already showing signs of dampness! In the restaurant, we have a secluded table. Sitting opposite each other you make sure that I have a clear view of your lovely cleavage by always leaning forward slightly. How you do it my Pleasure Kitten I do not know, but as we enjoy our meal, you have one foot resting on my chair so that your high heel is nestling and prodding under my balls through my trousers. Now and again, you lift you foot to rest you stiletto along the length of my erect penis -- the tip of which has escaped from the top of the thong you had me wear. After our main course, you stand to go to the ladies room. I have a clear view of the sensuous way you walk from our table to the ladies room door. As you emerge, is it by accident or design you have only two buttons of your skirt fastened to expose the tops of your thighs and stocking tops as you walk back to me. You have one hand closed. As you approach me you hold it out in front of me, over the table. You open your hand. Your damp thong falls to the table, the warm aroma of your pussy wafts up for me to smell -- my nostrils flare at the sweet and very desirable smell! Not only have you removed your thong -- but, as you sit opposite me again, you have unbuttoned your blouse down to reveal the lace trim of your bra. The material of the blouse slides to reveal the swell of your breasts. It is difficult for the waiter to take his eyes from you as he serves our dessert -- if only he knew what could be visible under the table! I know -- for I have 'accidentally' dropped my napkin -- and seen the glistening moisture of your shaven pussy framed in the flesh of your thighs and stockings. You have added to my vision by parting your thighs to reveal the beauty of your now swollen, rouged vaginal lips -- and you have slide your hand down to draw the lips further apart to finger your clit. But just how long does it take one to retrieve a napkin. I must drag myself away for now. We finish our meal and as I return from paying the bill, you swivel on your chair to fully reveal the glory of your crotch, keeping it in my full view as you stand a walk towards me. But the night is young and very balmy. We live but a walkable distance from the restaurant. We decide to stroll home arm in arm. Our path takes us through a park -- the moonlight playing on the bushes. Can we wait for each other until we get home? Or does the daring of enjoying each other openly in the open have a stronger allure for us. We cannot resist the allure and find a nest for us between some bushes. The grass is warm and dry and soft under you as you lie back waiting for me to undo my trousers, lower my thong and penetrate you. But no my Pleasure Kitten -- your Dream Master has other outdoor adventures for you first..... I kneel between your legs, but instead of leaning forward over you, I sit back on my heels to gaze at you lying spread before me. My Pleasure Kitten knows what her Dream Master wants now. You reach down to completely unbutton your skirt and draw it apart off you body. I now have an uninterrupted view between your legs -- your rouged swollen lips partly open, glistening with your moisture. Your hands move up your body, unbuttoning your blouse as they reach to uncup your breasts from your bra, the hard nipples now free to point to the stars. While one fishnet clad hand stays to massage your breasts, the other travels back down over your body to slide a finger over your pussy, to slip it back up, keeping the lips apart to reveal your hardening clit. Your stroke your clit gently, lifting your hips slightly to invite me to you. By now my thong cannot contain my erection, the rouged head is now free of the elastic waist, as my hardening penis escapes and pushes the thong down until it rolls under my balls. I am pointing straight at my Pleasure Kitten's pussy -- but instead I lean forward to take your clit in my mouth, drawing it between my teeth while I flick it with my tongue. Even though we are outside, you can no longer contain your groans of pleasure as you thrust your hips up to push your desperate pussy harder onto my face. By now I am thrusting my tongue as deep as I can into you. I can now feel the jiggle balls in you rolling against my tongue as I flick them back against the walls of your pussy. We have never done this before and the completely new sensation racks your body -- you are now writhing so much I can hardly keep my mouth on you. A twig cracks behind us -- is somebody there -- is somebody watching! You freeze, but the excitement keeps me going -- I continue to mouth you firmly, so much so you give yourself to abandon and climax violently against my face, you body convulses with orgasm after orgasm. And one final one as you feel me slowly withdraw the jiggle balls from you as you try to retain them by closing your pussy over them. Watching you cum over and over, I take the opportunity to look around us -- it was only a nocturnal animal out foraging -- nobody seems to be close to us. Just as you relax, I take my opportunity, you have closed your eyes from satisfaction, but your legs are still widespread and your pussy awaits, still lubricated. I poise myself over you, you start as you feel the tip of my penis touch your pussy lips -- but you are too exhausted to resist -- even if you wanted to. I meet no resistance as I slide my full length into my Pleasure Kitten. You mew like a kitten as you feel my penis rub the walls inside you. You squeeze your pussy lips round my shaft -- I can contain my throbbing no longer and spurt my hot load into you. Yet again you orgasm, the danger of being caught outdoors having excited you even further. Exhausted, we lie back together under the stars -- but are we ready to continue our walk home.... As I draw my Pleasure Kitten to your feet, you have abandoned your earlier concern of being exposed outdoors. You fasten only two buttons of your blouse under your breasts which remain uncupped and exposed from your blouse. You have also only fastened a couple of buttons at the top of your skirt which falls behind your fishnet stockinged legs to leave your shaven mound clearly visible and framed in your suspenders. I can see the mixture of our love juices trickling down your silky thighs to be absorbed by the lace top of your stockings. As I pull on my trousers, you draw the satin of my thong back over my genitals, allowing me only to fasten but not zip my trousers. You continue to cup my genitals in your hand as we walk from the enclosed safety of the bush. Your body shimmers seductively and desirously in the moonlight as we walk towards a small clump of trees. The feel of my cock and balls being rubbed by the satin of the thong as you press your hand onto me as we walks arouses me again. I may be your Dream Master, but it is you who have control. The path meanders through the trees -- I can contain myself no longer and turn you towards the nearest tree. I remove my belt and use it to cuff your hands and tie them to a low branch. You are now bent over. I raise your skirt up over your back, revealing your bottom, full and firm, before me. Your legs are stretched taut by the high heels you wear and I gently part them to reveal the opening of your cleft and the underside of your pussy. I kneel behind you to slowly savour our juices as I lick from your anus down to the start of your pussy. You squirm with delight but I restrict you by taking hold of your hips. As I stand, my trousers slide to the ground and my now fully recovered and erect penis thrusts from the lace edging of the satin thong. I position myself behind you and nudge your anus with the tip of my penis. You raise yourself on tiptoe to encourage me to slip down the fold of skin from your anus towards your eager pussy. You moan softly, my Pleasure Kitten, as the swollen head of my cock slides into your waiting, wet, orifice. I thrust against you, my balls rubbing against the inside of your thighs. You are now groaning loudly, the pleasure coursing through your body mixed with the excitement of the danger of being caught being served by your Dream Master in the open. But it is the early hours of the morning and it is only the animals of the night that can appreciate our pleasure, our desire, our release on orgasm as my juices flow into you to mix with yours as we climax together, tremendously, wondrously. Exhausted, I release you from your bondage. We straighten our clothing for the remainder of the short walk home. We should have a shower or wash when we get there -- but it would remove the beautiful scent of our evening's sex. Instead we remove our clothes and, in each other's arms fall asleep to dream of what... A Special Room and Beyond Ch. 03 Today, my Mistress, you want your Dream Lover to take you in the car. To take you to the shops in the car, maybe taken for a drive in the car - then maybe taken in the car later! When we drive in the car, we may end up driven with desire! But first, I have to bathe you, ensuring your pleasure zones are thoroughly soaped and rinsed. I have to pay special attention to your pussy today – I have to shave it for you. You lie naked on a towel on the massage couch, your legs spread open. I work your shaving foam over your pussy and mound – my fingers touch your sensitive parts causing you to start with pleasure. I then moisten your razor and carefully draw it over your skin – it leaves a smooth, clean path in the foam. I work across your mound and pussy until there is hardly a trace of any foam. I then take a warm face cloth and wipe your silky smooth skin clean. You are now ready for your bath. The foamy bubbles float over your body, circling your breasts like the waves around two beautiful islands in paradise. Your nipples are already full and erect from the sensation of being shaved. I take the sponge and wash over you, concentrating on the soft underskin of your breasts, before moving down between your legs to run the sponge into the cleft of your buttocks. You lift your hips to allow my hand and arm under you – I know this is also my Mistress' signal form me to wash and pleasure you anus. Gradually you lie back and I move my hand round to stroke your pussy lips – already swollen and parting for me to was in you as well. Your groans of ecstasy are music to my ears as you lie back enjoying the sensations I create in your body. But my Mistress only wants to be pleasured before going shopping. You rise like Venus from the Sea – beautiful in your nakedness. I stand before you, my penis stands to, erect to salute your beauty. I hold a fluffy towel for you to step into as I wrap it around you and lead you to our 'special' room to dry you. Having dried you thoroughly, your maid of a Dream Lover must anoint your body with lotion until your skin glows yet again with pleasure. Before attending to your needs, I have already showered and we are now ready to dress and go out. You have decided I have to dress you in a full, crimson basque, dark, lace-topped stockings and high-heeled ankle boots to wear under a simple, low-cut, front-fastening velvet dress. You pull on matching velvet gloves but instead of handing me the matching thong to pull up your booted and stockinged legs and complete your dress - you hand me a leatherette thong. Standing back you watch me get to my feet and, obediently, draw the thong up my legs and over my erect penis – the tip of which is just visible over the top of the thong. Not only must I be submissive in serving you – but also in what my Mistress desires your Dream Lover to wear in submission. I finish dressing in a while open necked shirt, trousers and casual shoes. We are ready to go shopping and whatever else a journey in the car holds for us.... You decide to sit in the back seat of the car my Mistress. It requires all my concentration to drive safely as we have a second strategically placed rear view mirror – rear view behind the car my Mistress – not a rear view of you! This mirror is positioned such that the driver is given a full view of the back seat whenever using the ordinary rear view mirror. My Mistress, you position yourself to give me a full view of your pussy and stocking clad legs, that only I and any very observant passer by can see. As we move of, you reach into your handbag and take out your Jiggle balls. I find my trousers tightening as I become aroused – you are gently rubbing the balls over your pussy lips. Slowly I see the balls glistening with the moisture oozing from your pussy. Soon the balls are so well lubricated they slide easily into your orifice – almost without any effort from you. Once you have made sure the balls are fully in you, you begin to finger your pussy and shaven mound, stroking them with your finger tips before sliding them into yourself – only to withdraw your wet fingers and place them up to your lips and lick them with your tongue. By now, your Dream Lover is fully erect in my ever so tight trousers, the elastic of the thong you have made me wear is rubbing the fold of skin just behind the swollen head of my penis. Fortunately for me, we have reached our destination car park, but my comfortable discomfort makes reversing and parking very difficult, especially when I look behind me, I have a full view of your partially open and swollen pussy lips which you are caressing with both hands. I hold the door open for you to get out of the car. My Mistress makes sure I see as much of your pussy and breasts as possible as you slide from the car. You make a point of caressing the very visible bulge in my trousers – this slight touch almost, but not quite, makes me burst into my thong. You take my arm as we walk to the shops. The lace top of your stockings is visible to anyone who cares to look as we walk. It is clear from the way you are leading and the direction we take that you want to go to a particular shop first. We are regular and recognised customers in Ann Summers. I think the sales staff get a thrill when we shop. I think they enjoy the way you look at their merchandise and describe to me when either of us would wear it or how we would use it. This keeps me very erect and expectant of when we get home. As you move around the shop, I can see you are getting aroused as well. The moisture of you pussy trickles down your thighs and glistens in the light as your dress opens with each stride you take. Today, my Mistress you appear to be not so much interested in clothing but other items. You study black wrist and ankle cuffs, trying them on around your wrists and ankles before actually fastening them on me to look at. You then look at a soft riding crop, but as I bend to remove the cuffs you have fastened on my ankles, I feel a sting across my taut bent bottom. You indicate with the crop for me to leave them and the wrist cuffs on, but to pull my trousers down over the ankle cuffs, and to fasten my shirt sleeves over the wrist cuffs. You hand me the crop, along with a collar. A leg keeper catches your attention and you hold it up before me before handing it to me. I now feel a slight sweat of anticipation creeping over my body. You go on to select a fishnet body stocking, black leatherette waspie body suit, leatherette trunks (presumably for me), and a cock ring. But you are clearly not finished yet my Mistress – are you? You pick up and almost lovingly stroke a horse hair whip with a phallic handle. You not only caress the handle with your own hand, but you draw it across my face, bum and the huge bulge in my trousers. I shudder, I can contain myself no longer, your touches, your purchases, the feel of the leatherette thong encasing my arousal, force me to climax in the thong. You know what you have done to me, you smile knowingly, your tongue provocatively licking your lips. No Dream Lover, you will not go to the toilet just now, you will stay wet and sticky until you, my Mistress, have finished shopping. You finish your shopping by replenishing the oils and lotions for our 'special' room. As we approach the counter to pay for your purchase, the attractive sales girl kneels at my feet to get the price of the ankle cuffs I am still wearing before looking up at the damp patch in my crotch and giving me a knowing smile. Standing before me and in full view of you my Mistress, she strokes the bulge remaining in my trousers as well as stroking my bottom as she passes me on her way back behind the counter. You obviously take what she has done as a compliment and show your appreciation by tipping her generously. My earlier 'accident' is now drying and you know that it is sticking my pubic hair to my thong, tugging the hairs as I walk. Your selection is completely new to the toys and accoutrements we already have in our 'special' room. What does your Dream Lover think my Mistress has planned with the purchases you have made? You see my body shudder and the bulge in my trouser increase in anticipation. You have a knowing smile as we return to the car. But is it to go home or have you another destination in mind..... Although I am driving the car, it is you my Mistress who is driving me – driving me wild with desire for you. You are beside me in the passenger seat, your dress almost fully unbuttoned – only two or three buttons are fastened at your waist. Your shaven mound and pussy are visible to anyone looking directly into the car, as are your wondrous, mouth-watering breasts, encased in the lace trimmed cups. While you stroke your mound and pussy with one hand, your other hand has unfastened my belt, trouser button and fly, and is massaging me through my thong. My earlier ejaculation has dried and flaked away as I walked as we returned to the car. You stroke the length of my cock, from tip to base and back. My swollen tip protrudes from the thong and your finger lingers on it caressing the tip as it oozes slightly. You rub the moisture over the whole head until it glistens in my lap before you stroke back down my length. Reaching the base of my erection, you push your hand further into my trousers to cup and squeeze my balls, just enough to make my body stiffen, but not to hurt excessively. But my Mistress, where have I to drive you to? You only smile in return at your Dream Lover, knowing that I must keep control of myself to keep control of driving the car. You, my Mistress, are now sliding your index and middle fingers inside your swollen and very wet pussy lips while you thumb flicks your erect clit. Your legs are as wide apart as the seat well of the car allows and your head is back against the seat. You mouth is partly open, your tongue licking your lips, your breathing now shallow and rapid. Suddenly you tighten your grip round my cock and balls. I only have enough time to safely draw the car to a stop in a convenient lay-by. I turn to watch your body shudder, your eyes half closed. Your hand, that was in my trousers, has now released your breasts from the confines of your basque cups, rubbing them in time with the motion of your other hand at your pussy. Your body shudders again and you groan loudly. The car is rocking gently from the writhing of your body. Yet again you groan, almost scream, as you bring yourself to a tremendous climax. Your orgasm courses through your body to the extent you lift your hips to allow your fingers to penetrate you as deeply as they can. Your dripping pussy is now almost, but not quite, visible to oncoming traffic. Climaxing again you finally slump back down into the seat, still mewing softly from the pleasure subsiding gradually in your body. Languishing in the seat, your reach over and, cupping my neck in your hand, you draw me over to you and direct my head between your legs. I can smell the sweet aroma of your juices still oozing from your pussy. Your Dream Lover needs no instruction as to what my Mistress requires of me. I must lick and drink your juices, soothing your swollen and aching lips with the coolness of my tongue, gently kissing your throbbing clit with my lips. You, my Mistress can now ease the ache in your breasts with both your hands, gently massaging the silky flesh while rubbing your semi-erect nipples between your fore-finger and thumb. You begin to move again, thrusting your hips up to push your pussy harder onto my face. We are oblivious to anyone stopping in the lay-by beside us or noticing the rocking of our car as they pass by. Once again you climax – not so violently as before, but with a deeper more prolonged orgasm which I can feel throbbing against my lips as you pussy closes on my tongue. I rest there, my head in your lap. I continue to lick and suck your pussy matching the movements of my mouth to the gradually reducing movements of your body. Satiated, you still restrain my head between your legs with your hands, your unspoken desire is for me now to lick your cum from your pussy, your shaven mound and the tops of your thighs. Only when you feel that I have cleaned you sufficiently with my mouth and tongue do you release me. But my Mistress does not allow me to wipe my face. Your Dream Lover must drive you home, your sweet aroma making my nostrils flare as I feel your cum drying on my mouth and chin. A Special Room and Beyond Ch. 04 Our 'special' room awaits us on our return. Carrying our purchases, I follow you into the room. You have a natural sway in your hips which draws the material of your dress taut across your bottom. As you enter the room, you undo the few remaining buttons of your dress and allow it to slide from your shoulders. You turn to take our shopping from me and to unpack the bags on our king size bed. Yes, my Mistress, I think we should shower after our earlier exertions and before we decide on what to do for our evening meal. We undress ourselves, eventually standing facing each other, simply admiring the beauty of each other's nakedness. In wonder and appreciation, I draw a hand across your mouth, feeling your lips brush my fingers before I caress down your neck, across your breasts. Even though I avoid touching them, your nipples harden. I continue down your body, over your navel to the V-shape that is formed between your thighs. I continue to stroke down one side until I reach that inviting cleft and gently draw my hand across its edge before travelling back up your body to your mouth where you kiss my fingers. Meanwhile, you almost mirror my movement by taking your hand over my mouth, down my neck to gentle tickle the fine hairs on my chest. My nipples, too, harden without you even touching them. You continue down my body to curl my thick hair in your fingers before lightly stroking up the length of my erection. You linger gently on my swollen tip before retracing the path of your hand back to my mouth. We walk together to the en suite bathroom. We shower, washing and rinsing each other, just savouring the thrill of each other's touch. I reach to stroke your shaven mound and run my finger down to your pussy lips. You, my Mistress, reach out to cup my balls in one hand while stroking my cock with your other hand. You move gently with the pleasure my hand creates in you. I look at your face to see you are focussed on my penis in your hand. You look up at me and smile as you draw my skin up over my tip before drawing it back down to fully reveal the swollen, throbbing head. I position myself to try to penetrate you, but you move ever so slightly to thwart me. Instead you work your hand and fingers harder and faster over my length until I cannot focus on stroking you but must lean against the shower wall. It seems like all my strength is concentrated in my genitals and the sensations you are causing in me. Oh, my Mistress, Oh, my Mistress, I cannot contain myself any longer. My hot spunk shoots from me to land across your stomach and shaven mound. My cock jerks and continues to jerk until you have pumped every last drop from me. Together we watch the water spraying over you wash the traces of my huge ejaculation from your body. You smile with satisfaction with the power you know you can command over me – and at the dexterity you have in your hands to pleasure me. You return to our 'special' room while I tidy the en-suite. You are standing waiting for me as I return. You have already donned the black leatherette waspie body suit we bought earlier and are holding out the cuffs and anklets for me to put on myself. But Mistress, what are you doing? Bending to strap on the anklets, I start as I feel something prod the ring of my anus. I try to stand up, but you place a hand on the back of my neck to keep me bent over. Gradually, I feel something penetrate me. Daring to look between my legs, I gasp! All I can see hanging down is some horse hair! I realise that what you are sliding into me is the phallic handle of the whip you bought. Gently, you push it in and then withdraw it – almost but not all the way before you push it in again. I groan with the sensation you are creating in me. But, just as I would thrust into you, you thrust the handle into me, causing me to arch my back and groan louder as the pleasure increases in me. When you are satisfied you have toyed with the whip handle in me, you allow me to stand erect. My penis is also jutting erect from me – erect from excitement of the novelty of what you have done – and the sensation it created in me. You lead me to a mirror where you turn me to admire you stroking my erection with the hair of the whip, as you too admire me in the mirror. Standing back you reach to pick something from our bed – it is the soft riding crop! Gently you stroke it across my buttocks. Walk, my Pleasure Stallion, your command is accompanied with a gentle crack of the crop, walk. You guide me towards our massage couch. You are obviously enjoying the role you have created. Your nipples stand erect on your full firm breasts swelling in the net of the body suit above the leatherette waspie. Moisture is also glistening at the tops of your thighs where it seeped from your pussy. But my Mistress wants to be ridden by her Pleasure Stallion. You move to the massage couch and, placing your hands on the mattress, you present the cleft of you bum towards me. I need no second bidding to fulfil your desire – my throbbing cock is almost bursting with the new and excruciating pleasures you have created in me. I stand poised behind you. You lift yourself up slightly as I enter the willing lips of your pussy. You gasp as I thrust my full length into you. I remain fully in you, feeling you contract your muscles to prevent me from withdrawing easily. You are already mewing with pleasure – such is your excitement from what you have done to me. I start! You still have the crop and have flicked it behind you, across my bum – just as you would with a horse. Again you flick the crop – I flinch in response, involuntarily thrusting harder against you. And again, and again, you flick the crop on me, dictating the speed I thrust against you by the speed you flick me with the crop. Yes my Mistress, your Pleasure Stallion is riding you, and I feel in some way you are riding me the way you are using the crop. The finishing post approaches as I can contain my self no longer. You feel my ejaculation swelling within me. Faster and faster you encourage me with the crop until – the post – I burst in your vagina, hot spunk splashing against your walls, oozing out from your pussy lips around my still throbbing penis. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you relax your vaginal muscles, releasing my cock from your nest. But you, my Mistress, are not finished. You lie back on the couch and draw me over you, guiding my head between your legs. I mount the couch and straddle your face, my semi-erect penis over your mouth. As I lower my mouth to your pussy, you draw my penis down to your mouth by putting your arms around my back. This is now becoming our wind down ritual – cleaning the mixture of our juices from each other. Once you are satisfied you have sucked every last drop from me and feel I have licked you clean, you indicate I must get off. As I do so you hand me the horse hair whip to take to the en-suite to rinse it. A task I have to perform whenever either of us enjoy any of our toys. But we haven't decided about our evening meal yet, my Mistress. You agree, but neither of us feels like getting ready to go out to dine, nor making the effort to cook a meal, so we decide on ordering an Indian meal to be delivered to us. It will only be thirty minutes or so. Yes, my Mistress, I will go to the door when it is delivered. You will, however, consider the delivery person's embarrassment and allow me to slip on trousers and a shirt to take the meal when it is delivered. A Special Room and Beyond Ch. 05 My Mistress, you make the situation clear. If I wish to enjoy you and satisfy myself in you, I must accept your wishes as my commands. I stand naked before you, my penis partially erect in apprehension. How will you control this, my Mistress? You produce the leatherette trunks we bought earlier and hold them for me to step into. You draw them up over my erection, they just cover the swollen tip of my penis, but hold me in. You stand back slightly to admire me, showing your appreciation of how I look by rubbing your hand over my cock, through the sensuous material of the trunks. The meal is delivered and having taken off the trousers and shirt you permitted me to wear, I serve our meal to my Mistress in the dining alcove of our 'special' room. As I bring our plates to the table, above the soft music you have put on the CD player, I hear a faint buzzing sound. It grows louder as I approach the table. You move so I can see between your legs. In the open crotch of the leatherette waspie body suit you still wear, is the end of one of your larger toys. Clearly you want both your mouths to be fed. The novelty of what you have dressed me in is keeping my cock erect and balls hard. It makes sitting to eat my meal slightly uncomfortable, just as you are slightly uncomfortable keeping your toy vibrating in you. But the slight discomfort actually adds to our enjoyment and arousal. You make sure I stay aroused by occasionally running your foot up my leg and teasing your toes under the edge of my trunks, nudging against my cock and balls. We finish our meal and I clear the table. When I return, you are standing next to our massage couch, holding the horse hair whip. I go to lean against the couch, but no my Mistress, you draw me back – I have to undress you. Standing in your beautiful nakedness before me, you turn to the couch and present your full firm buttocks to me. I need no instruction as to what you want. You start as I take the horse hair across your back. First from side to side, then from your neck to the top of the cleft in your bum. You raise yourself to part your cheeks, but I hover there, the ends of the hair tickling you, making you squirm, before tracing the hair back up your back. You start again as I suddenly take the whip firmly across your buttocks. You try to rise further to open yourself more, wanting me to tease in your cleft. You groan as I draw the hair down your cleft, flicking against the ring of your anus, which is now visible in your parted buttocks. I allow the whip to dally at your anus before drawing it further down between your legs. I let the hair float down your thighs until the phallic handle is level with the lips of your dripping pussy. I reach between your legs and withdraw the vibrator you having been using to enjoy yourself all this time. Your swollen lips are slightly parted as I poise the end of the handle at them. Before you can lower yourself onto the phallic shape, I thrust it into you as far as it will go. You cry out loudly from the pleasure my taking you by surprise gives you. You move gently, your hips gyrating to make the handle move within you. I allow you to please yourself like this for a few minutes – only because your juices will lubricate the handle. When I consider the handle to be lubricated sufficiently, I withdraw it, you sigh almost in anticlimax, but arch your back and drop your head. My Mistress, again I have taken you by surprise and slide the well-oiled phallus into to your open and eager anus. You rest your body back onto the handle as I gently, but firmly, slide it as far up you as I can, your groans telling me it is fully in you. I then move it gently to allow your anal ring to grip it and accept it, to hold it in. I stand back. It really looks like you have a lovely tail, my Pleasure Pony! You seem to realise how you may look, moving your hips to make your tail swish. I lead you to a mirror so you can turn to admire your tail. I have lifted the soft crop from the massage couch and as you look in the mirror, I lift you tail with the crop, before letting it fall to then gently stroke your back, and buttocks, and thighs. You are clearly enjoying the roles we have developed, my Pleasure Pony has a very wet pussy and very hard erect nipples. Your Dream Lover has a very full, almost bursting cock and balls. You reach towards me and draw down my trunks, releasing my erection. You kneel before me to completely remove them and look back up to see my erection protruding proudly. You draw me to the floor beside you, rolling me onto my back. You straddle my face, your tail falling over my head. You cup my balls in one hand taking my erection in your other hand. You squeeze my balls, making me start. I raise my head to take your wet pussy in my mouth, feeling your hard clit against my tongue. Using one hand on your tail to guide you down to me, I reach your breasts with my other and begin to massage them. So much of this is a first for us. The thrill you are experiencing from having a tail, putting a different meaning on 'pony girl'. This and the experience we have of pleasing each other with our mouths is more than our bodies can take. You climax, not just one, but orgasm after orgasm, as my ejaculation seems to be never ending in your mouth. As I feel myself emptying into you, I drink faster and faster of your free-flowing juices, your nether lips throbbing against my mouth as I throb in yours. Exhausted we roll to cuddle into each others arms, but is it habit that you reach for me and I reach for you – or....... We lie there, gently stroking each other, enjoying the feel of each other's skin under our fingers. Enjoying the sensation we are getting from each other's touch. We know each other's particularly sensitive areas. Not just below the waist but in our upper bodies. You delight in fondling my chest, running your finger through the curls of silver hair between my breasts, gently tugging on them to make me squirm from the exquisite pain. You dally with your fingers over my nipples, delighting in the way you can make them harden, just like miniature versions of your own when you get aroused. While fondling my chest, you nuzzle into my ear, gently probing with your tongue. You know this sends shivers down my spine and you continue to do it until you can see my penis responding, slowly hardening, flicking as it throbs to full erection. Much as I want you to run your hand, or even better, you mouth down my body to pleasure me through my cock and balls, you prolong my desire by restraining yourself to my upper body. Meanwhile I focus on your very sensitive upper body areas. I start by nuzzling behind your ear, flicking my tongue up and down the fold where it joins your head, before gently nibbling your earlobe. My hand reaches out to find your breast, but I do not caress your nipple as you expect me to. You start as I gently run my fingers under your breast just touch the satin soft skin of your under breast and no more. The tickling sensation I give you makes you almost purr like a cat at the back of your throat. Gradually, ever so gradually, I slowly edge my hand round the fullness of your breast, first one, then the other, taking care not to touch your nipples. I watch as my fondling of you slowly arouses your nipples without touching them. They soon protrude proudly from your breasts. Then, and only then, do I suddenly flick my forefinger over one and then the other. I catch you by surprise because your eyes are shut in ecstasy. You start from what at first seems like light pain but as I do it again your put your shoulders back to raise your breasts further and groan softly as the initial pain turns to pleasure. To finish off your enjoyment, I slowly and lingeringly move my mouth down your neck, towards your breasts, running my tongue fleetingly over your skin, until I reach your erect, throbbing nipples. I gently kiss first one, then the other before taking them in turn into my mouth to suckle on them like a baby and then gently nibbling and drawing them between my teeth. I look down your body to see your legs parted revealing the tops of your swollen pussy lips, glistening with moisture in expectation. But just as you are restrained with me, I restrain myself with you. By now both our bodies are gyrating with pleasure - and we haven't even touched each other's genitals yet. We are both almost climaxing from just the sensations we are creating in each others upper bodies. Suddenly you start, your hips gyrate upwards – I start too, my cock flicks once, and once again. You gasp in astonishment. I groan softly, gradually getting louder. This has never happened to either of us before! We are climaxing together purely from our fondling of each other! We have not been able to contain the pleasure we have created in each other. My spunk shoots up over my stomach, to slowly drip into my pubic hair. Your pussy is no longer moist, it is dripping with your cum, running down between your legs, seeping round your anus. We can hardly draw our eyes from the wondrous sight we are beholding at our genitals, to look at each other in amazement. Our eyes meet and holding each other's gaze, we draw together to embrace and kiss, our tongues seeking the other's tongue hungrily. Heedless of our earlier cum, we role together, our legs becoming entwined, our hips thrust towards each other, gyrating against each other, almost battling to push into each other. We both feel something stirring below our stomachs, something is prodding your satin skinned, shaven mound. You move slightly, I move slightly, my recovering penis slides between your thighs to nudge at your pussy lips. Your lips part just enough to receive my throbbing erection, with the minimum of resistance. You moan softly as I groan quietly. Our bodies feel like they are merging into one as I penetrate the depths of your vagina. We lie there savouring the sensations we cause in each other. Your muscles gently squeezing on my throbbing penis, the only movements we are conscious of in our bodies. I feel an eruption building in my balls. You feel it beginning to throb against your pussy lips. You encourage it by massaging my shaft with your vaginal muscles, your control is almost like a mouth sucking at me. I feel myself growing to bursting point in side you. You moan as you feel my swollen head throb deep inside you. We cry out together as my hot spunk can be contained no longer inside me and spurts into you, splashing against your vaginal walls. We orgasm together our mouths and lips seeking each other out, devouring each other as our bodies, bathed in each other's perspiration, thrust together in abandoned pleasure. Fulfilled yet again, we collapse together, to regain our composure, to rise to shower before crawling between the cool satin sheets of our bed, to fall contentedly asleep in each other's arms.