0 comments/ 6028 views/ 1 favorites So Long By: Mistress_Belle_Morte It has been so long since any one last caressed me purposefully, with that dark glint in their eyes, that look that says they know exactly what they want to do to you and they're almost 100% certain that you wont say no. Gods! How I missed that look. It's been so long since anyone has even looked at me with anything other than contempt in their eyes. You know you are desperate when the accidental touch of your co-workers skin on yours instantly makes you hot, sets those dark fantasies tumbling, running through your mind, flooding through veins that are now pulsing with desire. It is then that you know you are in trouble, or close to it. I live and breathe sex. Naturally, I am attracted to physical touch, all forms of it. I need it. My energy is all Earth and I am perpetually stuck in spring. In the time when the earth is ripe and eager for fertilization. I am beyond ready for it. If I could put out pheromones, I would. Last night I dreamt of being tied and held in the darkness. My hands were bound behind my back with silk, tight enough to hurt. That, in and of itself, causing things low in my body to clench tight, leaving me naked and now dripping. I am on a bed, swathed in silk sheets, alone in the dark. My legs are bent, spread wide apart so that the majority of my hot, wet pussy is pressed to the bed. And then I hear it, the all familiar sound of leather sliding across carpet. His heavy French accent fills the air seconds later, "I have been expecting you, ma minet." And with no further warning there was the hiss of the whip soaring through the air and the resulting orgasmic, skin-splitting slap of the whip as it struck my breasts, wrapping around to my back, ending at my spine. I cried out and barely held myself upright on the bed, my juices soaking through the sheets now. Mini-orgasms continued to pulse dully through my body just to become full blown once more when I felt the crack of the whip on my body and the blood dripping down my stomach to mingle with my pussy juices. When I come back to myself, I am lying on my back, my hands pinned painfully beneath me. The bed dips and he is crawling towards me. He ties a blindfold across my eyes. And there he leaves me. A few moments later he comes back and I am flipped roughly onto my side where my hands are freed of their bonds. He jerks my left hand above my head, my pulse racing, knowing he is about to chain me to the bed. "Ma minet, tonight, your orders are do to exactly as I say. You are not to speak a single word, ever. No screaming, you know I hate it." There was a long pause. "Do you understand me slave? ANSWER ME!!!" "Yes Master, I understand you perfectly, Master." "Good. Good, this is good." I breathe a sigh of relief, glad to know that I will not be punished just yet. The bed moves, he is crawling towards me. He comes close enough for his knees to touch my right side. He grabs my hand, drawing it to his long, hard cock. I moan as he wraps my fingers around himself and commands me to squeeze, hard, and to stroke him fast. I am doing so before he can finish the order. He laughs at how eager I am for him, for just his cock in my hand. I love the feel of all that velvet muscle in my hand. I am moaning and arching my back before I start to beg, "Please, Master, fill me! I'm so empty...I need you in me! Ohhhh Goooodsssss!! Please Master!" He laughs, dragging my hand away from him, even though I am trying so hard to keep him in my hand. He is backing away, I can feel it, and I try to follow, only to be reminded that I am chained to the bad. I am so wet and needy. Just the thought of him down my throat or buried deep between my legs causes me to cry out, body clenching. Somewhere from the surrounding darkness his voice comes to me, "Ma minet, you have been so long denied, oui?". I whisper back a simple, "Yes", to his question. "Ma minet, tonight, it would give me great pleasure to watch you pleasure yourself," There was a short pause, "Do it! Now!" I knew this game. I slowly trailed my hand across the sheet to caress across my stomach, tracing the new cuts on my chest, wincing slightly at the fresh pain, pinching and rolling my nipples before inching south. I teased myself, and my master, by skirting the zones that most needed to be touched and touched only my inner-thighs, the skin where my thigh met my hip, getting so close to my weeping pussy that I trailed my juices everywhere. I couldn't stand it any longer, and so, with a moan, I inserted two of my fingers deep inside my hot, juicy core and began to flick my fingers over and over that one spot. The infamous G-spot. I could fell the pressure build, like my body was a glass and every flick of my fingers was a drop added meant to spill me over the top. And at that moment I was halfway there. I moaned and whimpered, back arched, squirming, begging for release when I felt his tongue start licking my hard, sensitive clit and then he began to suck. It was then that the cup spilled over and I came screaming off the bed, body clenching and unclenching around my fingers. I am seeing white where there had been nothing at all. As I am coming back down from my high, I feel him suck lightly on my clit, causing me to squirm all over again. "Very good, ma minet. Very good," lick, "indeed. You have served me well this night. You may rest, "and he lays a gentle kiss on my lips, "until I call for you later, in the morning." With that, he was gone, leaving me chained and blindfolded to the massive, silk covered bed. I manage to fall into a restless sleep, to try and obey..... I am awakened to the sound of the alarm going off, telling me that it is time, yet again for work and that I am still alone, with no one to sex me... So Long Apart "Have you gone to sleep?" "What?" Jane was startled out of her reverie. She looked at her companion. "I'm sorry, Michael. What did you say?" "I asked if you'd gone to sleep." "No....no, I don't think so. It's warm and stuffy in the car, though. I'm feeling a bit dozy. I'm sorry, Michael. I'm not being very good company." "It's all right, love." He squeezed her hand. "Just being with you is enough." "You're sweet." Jane made an attempt at a smile. Sweet. Yes, Michael was certainly that, but there was something sickly about his attentiveness. Whenever he was near her, Jane became overwhelmed and suffocated. She couldn't understand her attitude towards him and even felt a little guilty at her reaction. He was always so kind and thoughtful, and yet...... "Nearly there. Look, you can catch glimpses of the castle through the trees. See it?" "Oh – yes. Yes, I see it." Jane did her best to sound enthusiastic, but it was difficult. Michael had a passion for old buildings and for the past six months he had taken Jane to all the national monuments within a hundred mile radius of her home. She was tired of seeing relics of bygone ages; houses, towers, castles, furniture, paintings, clothes, pots and pans – bric-a-brac of all kinds. It was interesting for a while, but now she found it boring. "It's a really beautiful castle," Michael enthused. "I've been before – well worth a second visit. In perfect condition." "Good." Jane stifled a sigh. She could see the castle clearly now; it looked like every other castle they had visited. The walls were made of large, rough stones that had survived the sands of time surprisingly well. On one side was a moat, though the water had long since drained away. Now there was nothing left but a dry ditch. On the other side was the sea. Five minutes later, the car was parked and Michael bought a guide-book for each of them. They wandered through the gate and into a large courtyard. "Look at it," exclaimed Michael, sweeping his arm round in a grand gesture. "Magnificent." "It's just like all the others," murmured Jane. "I'd swear I've been here before." "Oh, no!" Michael was shocked. "They're not all the same, by any means. All these old castles have their own individuality – just like people. The style might be the same, but not the atmosphere. That's totally different." He wandered away to examine a well in the middle of the courtyard. Jane sat on a wooden seat and opened the guide-book. It proved to be less than interesting. A long and boring description of the castle was followed by some brief historical notes. "Come on, Jane, let's go in." Michael took her hand, pulled her off the seat and half dragged her through a doorway into the castle itself. They wandered around for an hour, climbing up narrow, winding stairs onto the parapet; peering into strange, dimly-lit rooms with large, open fire-places; walking along stone corridors with a musty smell. "Built by Edward the First in 1263," Michael informed her. "Look at those slits....just big enough for the longbow. Must have been easy to defend." "Um...yes." Jane shivered slightly. Often, when she wandered around old houses and castles she could evoke the atmosphere of the place; she could almost see vague, phantom visions of the previous owners. But this castle was cold and empty. She could feel no response to its narrow, dark corridors and it's strange little corners. "They say there's lots of secret passages in this castle. Some of them haven't been discovered to this day. Wouldn't it be exciting if we found one?" Michael tapped the wall with his knuckles. "Ow! That was solid enough. Come on, let's go into this room. It's a sort of museum." He led the way into a large hall with massive old swords and dusty flags on the walls. Michael was like an over-excited schoolboy as he swooped from one item to another. Jane felt even colder than before. The dank, musty smell invaded her nostrils, making her long for the fresh air. She turned suddenly and walked towards the door, but then stopped just as suddenly. She had come face to face with a young man in a faded picture, hanging on the wall. She got the impression of a good height and great strength. A rich cloak was carelessly thrown over a suit of armour, one hand on his hip and the other on a sword. He was looking at something off to the left of the picture, not at her, yet she seemed pulled towards him in some way. Almost in a dream, as if being guided by an unseen hand, Jane left the hall and walked along the corridor. She could feel the atmosphere of the castle begin to cast its spell. Now she could almost hear the rustle of the long dresses. She could see the Lord of the Manor sitting in his study, looking through important documents. Suddenly the castle was alive and Jane felt at home. She climbed up a narrow, twisting staircase which ended on the parapet. The wind blew through her hair as she stood and gazed across at the surrounding countryside. The view was delightful; trees and grasses in the foreground, while on the horizon was a long range of hills, with the sun shining on them. Jane took a few steps further along the parapet and was confronted by a completely different vista. There was nothing but the sea, glistening and gleaming. Jane forgot the cars and buses below her and saw only the bustling activity of a castle preparing to defend itself. As she stood there, she knew she had been there before. She had watched soldiers on horseback enter the castle. The gates had closed and the battlements were lined with men ready to die to save their families and friends. The wind blew harder and the memory, there for a moment, vanished. Jane turned away from the battlement, a frown on her face. What happened then? She feverishly turned the pages of the guide-book, as though it were a matter of life or death. Eventually she found a paragraph which told of a battle for the castle in the year 1482. "The Lord of the Manor", Jane read, "incurred the wrath of the King, Edward the Fourth, and was attacked whilst in his castle." "Jane!" She looked in the direction of the voice. A tall, handsome young man was running along the battlement towards her. He wore armour and was armed with a sword in its scabbard and knife in a sheath. "I've been looking everywhere for you." "Richard!", Jane gasped. She knew him. He gathered her into his arms and embraced her fiercely. She knew him! They were to be married. "It won't be long before the enemy launches their attack, my love. You must get down to a place of safety." "I don't want to leave you." "And I don't want you to go, but I prefer to think of you away from danger." "Hiding in a cellar won't offer me much protection if the castle is taken." "Disguise yourself as a kitchen maid. I want you to live. Promise me you'll live." "Without you?" "If needs must, though I hope to survive the battle." Jane held him tightly. "I love you so much. Life without you is unthinkable." "You will manage. A little sad, perhaps..." "A little sad!" exclaimed Jane. "All right - devastated. But it won't last forever. I'll be confined to dusty memories; pleasant ones, I hope." "You could make them more pleasant." "How?" "Make love to me." Richard took a pace back, slightly shocked. "But we're not married yet." "Nor are we likely to be," Jane grimly responded. "I want this memory of you, feeling we are truly together, joined to each other." Richard smiled. "You are not yet a kitchen maid." "Pretend that I am. Have your way with me. Take your pleasure." "I didn't realise you were such a wayward besom." "At this moment, my lord, I am your own personal slut." "Come then. For a short while at least, let us forget the dangers that lie ahead." He took her by the hand and led her down the stairs and into a bed-chamber. Sword, knife and armour were quickly discarded, whilst Jane slipped out of her gown. She felt her heart beating fast as she stood naked in front of her love, drinking in his first admiring gaze. For her part she felt her eyes drawn to Richard's male instrument of pleasure, standing out firm and strong, waiting to do its duty. Their lips met in a long, lingering, passionate kiss as they slowly sank onto the bed. Jane was aware of strong, masculine hands gently caressing her flesh. His knee edged her legs apart and she willingly opened wide for him, a flush of excited anticipation washing over her. He ran his tongue around her nipples and teased them with his lips until they were hardened buds of desire. "Take me," she murmured. A growing barrage of sound outside, shouts, clanging metal, horses whinnying and drums beating, added to the urgency of their coupling as Richard found her opening and plunged in, careless of her virginity and heedless of her cry of pain. He pushed in to the hilt and remained still until her little whimpers at the sudden invasion of her body had subsided. "All right?" he enquired. "Yes," she whispered. "It hurt for a moment, that's all. Give me your seed." He slowly pulled back until he was nearly clear of her then pushed back in, with more tenderness than before. She gripped his forearms as he pumped back and forth, gradually building towards a climax. Jane moaned, this time with a mounting pleasure, her head thrashing back and forth. "Ah!" Richard suddenly stopped, buried deep inside her, as his seed burst out. She arched her back, as if borne up by the power of his ejaculation. For a moment they were frozen in mid-action and then it was all over. They collapsed down into the softness of the bed and their lips met in another sustained and passionate kiss. The noises of an impending battle were growing more insistent and Richard reluctantly pulled himself up and away from the woman he had just deflowered. "I wish...." "What?" "It didn't have to be like this." She sat up. "You're already regretting what we did?" Richard shook his head. "Of course not. I would have preferred better, more lawful circumstances, that's all. Less haste; more tenderness." She held onto him. "I had all the tenderness I could have wished for. As to haste.... yes, it would have been nice to curl up together and luxuriate in the joy of our first coupling. But if I must be content with what I have had, then I shall be content. Until I see you again." They kissed. The boom of a cannon broke them apart. "I have to go." Richard hurriedly began to don his clothes and armour. "Remember to go down to the kitchen, get out of that fine dress...." "I think I've already done that," Jane managed to smile. "But find something simpler to wear. More suited to a kitchen maid. You must survive." "As must you," Jane murmured, taking his hand and brushing them with her lips. With one last, long, lingering look, Richard left the bed-chamber. ***** "Jane!" The voice seemed distant, as if from another world. She continued to read the guide book. "Despite a fierce struggle, which lasted for five days, the Lord was caught and executed. His daughter was to be married only one week later, but her lover was also killed. She succeeded in escaping, some say, dressed as a kitchen maid, and sought sanctuary in a nunnery where she remained for three years. Whilst there she gave birth to a son, who would eventually grow up to be close to the Tudor King, Henry VII and a power in the land. Rumour has it that her lover's ghost still roams round the castle as he looks for his betrothed." Jane stared at the printed page for a long time and then slowly closed the guide-book. The story was familiar, although she had never read it before and knew nothing about the castle. She brushed the hair out of her eyes, but the breeze immediately blew it down again. Slowly descending the winding stairs, she came to the narrow corridor. There was an overwhelming silence. No noise of shrieking children; no voices; no laughter; no thud of trainers on stone. The only sound was her own footsteps and the rustle of a woman's gown. Jane suddenly stopped. She had walked into a tiny alcove. It contained nothing but two stone seats opposite each other and a narrow slit in the wall, which served as a window. Sitting on one of the stone seats was a young man with steel blue eyes. He gazed up at Jane, but made no movement. Even so, she felt compelled to sit on the seat opposite him. It seemed as if he'd invited her to sit there. The light, which had been coming through the slit in the wall, began to grow dim and Jane found it difficult to see the young man. His hand brushed lightly against hers. Suddenly she felt as if she were travelling through space, through time, through life itself. "My dearest love," she murmured. "It's been so long....so long." ***** The uniformed official jangled a large bunch of keys. "You can't lock up!" exclaimed an agitated Michael. "My friend's still inside." "She isn't here, sir. The castle's been searched from top to bottom – every nook, every cranny. She isn't here." "Then where is she?" "On her way home, like as not." The official, who had seen lover's quarrels before and knew his tea would be ready by this time, did his best to remain patient. "But I brought her. How could she go back without me?" "She might have met another friend." "Don't be preposterous," snorted Michael. "She might have got on a bus. I really don't know, sir. But I do know that she isn't here. Now, please sir, let me get on with my job." Michael felt humiliated and annoyed as he drove away in his car. He swore he would never trouble himself with a woman again – they were far too unpredictable. Jane stirred and opened her eyes, hardly aware of where she was. "Are you all right?" The voice was soft and tender. "What....what happened?" For some reason, Jane found it a great effort to speak. "You took one look at me and promptly fainted. I don't usually have such a devastating effect on women." "I thought I'd seen a ghost." The young man smiled. "I can assure you I'm flesh and blood. You can feel for yourself." He took her hand in his. "I'm being foolish. I don't usually go around fainting, but I seemed to be spinning back in time – to a previous life. You must think I'm terribly foolish." "To tell you the truth, I think you're terribly attractive." He smiled again and for the first time Jane looked at him properly. She gave a little gasp. "You're not going to faint again, are you?" the young man anxiously enquired. "No, I don't think so, but...." Jane hesitated....."you're the man in the portrait." "Not quite. He was a bit before my time – one of my ancestors. I'm the latest in a long line of Lords of the Manor. Of course, these days that doesn't mean much, except I have the burden of maintaining this place. I live in a small section, no bigger than a decent sized flat in London, and the rest is open to visitors. I have to be quite a businessman to make the books balance. Nothing very romantic, I'm afraid." Jane looked around the smartly furnished room and saw a television set, a music centre and overflowing bookshelves. By the window was a large, modern desk with two telephones. "Is this your apartment?" "That's right. The private bit the public never sees – unless they happen to be a charming young woman who falls into my lap – quite literally. I carried you back here." "Do you believe in reincarnation?" Jane asked. "Not really." "I – I feel we've met before – a long time ago." "That's usually the man's line." "And we were forcibly separated. What do you think?" "I think you have a lively imagination that carries you away with it. I also think," the young man added, "that I'm very glad it does." They gazed at each other in silence for some time and Jane gradually realised he was still holding her hand – very tightly, as if he never wanted to let go of her again. So Long, brookie, My Love Bummer! Hi, kiddies, BB, here. I'm feeling rather depressed right now, because my friend/ Lover/ submissive, brookie, has left. Yeah, I'm happy for her because she's moving on to the next stage of her life---Studying "Library Sciences" at a large university in Washington DC--- but it means an end to our current D/s relationship of Master and slut! Of course, I knew it was inevitable that we would eventually part: Such is the very nature of the relationship which we have shared for all these years. But even knowing that, it hasn't made the pain of loss any easier to bear. Everyone who knows her or just knows OF her, likes her. Heck, my girlfriend/fiancee, Jennifer (we all remember her, right, kiddies? Right, andri? LOL) loved brookie, too. Even andri loved brookie. And brookie sincerely loved you all, right back. She is, was and will always be a really great kid. A really great person to have as a friend. She's the kind of Friend that you want to do your best around--want to BE your best because you know that she'll be her best! Just to see her smile... Oh, my God, just to be the recipient of one of her smiles... It's like being smiled upon by an Angel of the Lord! And when she LAUGHS? That just makes your whole LIFE seem worthwhile! And the funny thing about that is, she's a Mute! So, no sound comes from her vocal chords. But that never seemed to matter. We had spent sooo much time together, that after a while, I completely forgot about that... It became a Non-Issue. We learned to communicate in other ways... Some subtle: Like glances and expressions. And others, more blatant: Like a slap up-side the head when one of us was being less-than-kind or dis-respectful or just plain rude and/or stupid! (I'll give you one guess as to which of us was like that more than the other. Hint: It was ME!) LOL But when she wasn't swattin' me, upside-the-head, she would GIVE me HEAD! This girl was a great learner, she was. She learned, early on, how to read my body movements and sounds and then she used that knowledge to bring me to spectacular orgasms! Not just "blowjobs," from this girl. No. She would give full-body-suckings that, when she was finally ready to take your load in her mouth, you felt like you were pouring out your whole soul through the end of your erection, into her mouth and right down her throat! Or sometimes, she'd wear my cum around her neck, like, what they call a "pearl necklace?" Well, she'd actually leave it there, on her face and chest, for hours and smile and look down at her handiwork and then at you and just--- SMILE! And she acted like she was proud of her achievement. Why, she even left my home one day --after giving me one of these special blowjobs, wearing my pearl-essence on her face, neck and in her hair-- and went to her classes! All day, she wore my cum on her adorable face! Her friends all knew what it was but nobody else bothered to ask or even look at her goofy smile! Now, I ask you, dear reader: HOW COULD I NOT LOVE THIS GIRL??? And now she's gone. So, it looks like I'll be burying myself in my work, to avoid dealing with the pain. Gone, yes. But not gone forever. No, she'll be finishing up her degree in Library Sciences, going for her Masters in that field. Then getting a job in the Library Of Congress! The Library Of-fucking-Congress! That is, like, THE library to end all Libraries, here in America! And whenever I have enough money to afford a ticket to DC, you can be sure that I am gonna go to the Library and find the cutest, most sexually liberated Librarian in the joint and I will surely have to pull her behind the highest stacks of books and fuck the living shit out of the slutty girl! "Excuse me, Miss? I'm looking for the collected works of the Marquis De Sade. Do you know where that book is?" And the next thing you know, the whole Library of Congress will be treated to the symphonic sounds of a young Librarian and her old Master, having their way with each other, in the reference section! Oooooh, baby! xo, -BB (Sad but still, strangely, horny!) So Long Gamer Girl Dear Gamer Girl, I'm leaving this taped to your just arrived expansion pack for StarCraft II which you'll eventually get around to whenever you put the beta down. Not that I expect you to read this mind you, knowing you this letter will just get tossed to the floor in your frantic need to open the package and move on out of beta. Heck I doubt you've even noticed that I packed up and moved out of all of my stuff, of course it's a little hard to see past the dual monitors. Still, I wanted to say good-bye and felt I at least owed you an explanation. I suppose I should have paid heed to the warning signs when we met but what can I say, actually meeting a girl into gaming can be a rare occurrence sometimes. Don't think I'll ever forget that event; you camped out in the mall for two days for the midnight release. Mall security was concerned at first but when they realized the most trouble that you were giving folks was them seeing your outline due to the glow of the 3DS they figured it wasn't worth the effort. Your dedication to gaming impressed me then, that and your lovely rack. Quickly we started to game together, the speed at which you leveled was phenomenal and some days I would just sit back and watch in awe. I remember the first day you let me watch you via Skype and eventually the decision to move in together. The sex was great to start with, well you were pretty good at riding my cock while you also stormed Hellsworth Castle. Come to think of it I'm still not exactly sure whether or not it was me that turned you on or some of the games you played. Wouldn't surprise me if you just thought I was a Druid character. Going to the convention still has to rank as my favorite date out with you. The Night Elf costume was killer and let's be honest that was the best sex of the relationship. You're really quite fun to be with when you leave the keyboard. Remember ducking into the semi-hidden janitor's closet behind the Funimation booth for a quickie? Your pussy was drenched from the excitement and our bodies shivered with anticipation of being caught. Sadly though, it was the only time that we made it out to a convention. I wish that I had pushed you a little more, maybe we would have gone again. There are a lot of things I wish that had been done differently. Things that I allowed to beat myself up with, that is until she came into my life. Did you know your sister comes to check up on you once a week? Of course that's how your fridge gets restocked and the apartment was being straightened up. You're really lucky to have a family so understanding about your addiction. Yes I know, you hate that they tried to get you counseling and took away the systems before but they're really nice folk once you get to know them. Maybe someday you will finally do that, and then you'll actually get to know me as well. You see Sarah, your sister, and I are engaged. Sarah had come to do her weekly visit, by this time we'd taken to chatting. She seemed to like that there was someone conscious of the world around them being here to keep an eye on you. Still though, as she pointed out our relationship had moved from lovers to sort of roommates to I'm fairly sure you didn't even realize I existed anymore. Not an easy transformation to make I assure you. There were many nights I spent trying to understand what had gone wrong, and then I find out that this was normal for you. Sarah helped me through that, helped me to understand what was going on and to get over you. I found within her everything I had hoped you would eventually be. The relationship built up slowly, going from chatting when she visited to watching movies together to going out on dates. Each stage you were oblivious although we made no attempt to hide our actions. I'm not sure exactly what kept us going as slowly as we did, whether her wishing to let me heal or concern that you would realize what was going on. Things finally came to a head one night, we couldn't hold back our feelings, the time had come. We ended up on the couch, you were so absorbed with your game that you didn't realize she was screaming right behind you. I almost couldn't believe you didn't notice, well at least I couldn't believe it after she was done. Sarah told me you'd been like that for years, oblivious to a lot of the things that went on around you only coming out partly for a month or so at a time then slipping back in. Sure you support yourself by selling high level characters but this doesn't seem like a life. The extent to your illness makes me want to pity you and yet it seems like you wouldn't want that in the least bit. Either way I think at this point I'm just rambling, there's too much that needs to be said, should be said but I know it will be a waste of time to write it as you won't read it. Someday I hope you awaken from this obsession that you realize that competing for items with South Koreans shouldn't be the center focus of your life. Yet you probably won't, you don't want to, it's too easy to stay absorbed in that little world you created. I guess in the end that's what the real answer is, it's easier to stay within that world. And so this is where we part ways, with me seeing as much of you as I'm accustomed to the glow of the monitors in your face and empty pizza boxes stacked next to your desk. Farewell, Jason