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Sweetness "Rides" Again

By: tall_dark_sinister



My name is Michael. And I write for women. Well, truly... I write for submissive women! I write for those who wish to be dominated by a strong, aggressive, "takes what he wants" confident, rugged dominant man. I write for those women who want to be possessed.

And I write my stories in the 1st person tense... that is... I am in the stories and you are the character... living the experiences described.

To be my sub, there are several rules you must adhere to:

1. You must wear blue nail polish as an expression of your submissive nature and your acceptance that to disobey any of these rules could mean your sweet ass might be spanked... red... raw!

2.In my presence you must always wear the shortest of skirts and the highest heels.

3.You are never to touch your pussy, (well actually once I accept you as my sub, it is truly My Pussy... to do with as I please, to tease and to please)... you are never to touch your pussy... never to please yourself at your own hands unless I give that permission. No my Sweetness... abstinence breeds exhilaration once I allow... and only I may please or allow you to please that sweet pussy that you carry for me.

But, as dom's go... I have a compassion side... 

Now, in this story, you've broken one or more of those rules... see where it leads. You'll get the "ride" of your life.

Read on if you meet the description above... read on my Sweetness... you'll be ultimately pleased!

Now, read on... and no touching without asking permission!

You know I forbid it, but it has been days since we've been together, and the cravings overcome you.

You arise from bed and saunter to your bathroom. You've lain in bed for the past 2 hours this dark night, awake and fantasizing. Your pussy (My pussy that you merely carry for me, but that I own and possess), is wet and steaming. You've fantasized of it and your naughty little warm mouth filled with cock. You've thought only of your own pleasure for all that time, and the erotic thoughts have excited your frantic mind and body. You know you shouldn't touch but maybe you can justify it just once. You suspect I'm nowhere close, and so, "how would he know?"

You swiftly rip your nightgown off your shivering torso. Next, you peel off the panties you've been wearing all night... utterly soaked from your fantasizing juices! (Another indiscretion that I forbid). You now stand naked in front of your mirror. Striking! Stunning! Your nipples stand at full attention... and you cannot help but stroke and pinch first one and then the other. But you simply cannot wait. Patience is not a virtue of yours now, is it Sweetness? Obedience... not yet proven now, is it Sweetness? Worthy of being possessed, and pleasured? Time will tell.

You rush to your shower, and start the pulsating flow and wait till it warms; hot! Then you step in. It takes only seconds before you begin to soap up your body, your nipples first, then your thighs... you hesitate for a moment your hands mere inches from My pussy, but you can't wait can you Sweetness? No you want to touch isn't that so? You lack will-power.

You close your eyes and see you being fed my long thick cock from behind... feeling a growing pain... not really. It's more like a pleasure in your clit. There's no holding back now!

You drop the soap with a thud, spread your legs and begin to caress your outer pussy lips. You know it's wrong, but you can't wait any longer can you? Then a thin finger slips in, your middle finger for it is the longest. With your other hand, you run a finger over your virgin asshole... one hand in front; one in back... you stroke. You bend your knees and reach and raise up... onto your toes. You rise with the maddeningly good feeling your own fingers give you and the sight in your mind of you impaled and rockin', driving back at me with each trust, our bodies slapping, and you groaning.

Your orgasm wells up inside of you, from depths you've only dreamed of before... you see yourself again, groaning in your imagination; and suddenly you go off! Exploding in an orgasm that ripples over you on wave upon wave of pleasure... you open your eyes, only to realize that the moaning you thought was imaginary, was actually real and loud.

You pause for one moment listening and shut off the spray of water from the shower. Nothing. Only silence. You open the shower door and grab for the towel, only to realize it's not there!

You pull the door fully open to see... 

... ME!

Standing, leaning arms crossed against the door, wearing only tight jeans; and rugged boots, but otherwise bare-chested. My abs ripple and my shoulders are square and strong. I hold the disobedience evidence of your panties in one hand and a set of your thigh high stockings in the other. Your cum-fuck-me heels and your submissive collar sit on the floor along with a kerchief you occasionally wear with your best "suits."

"Michael," you start, "it's not what you think."

I say nothing. I only reach and pull you from the shower... wet; soaking wet and still soapy; the cream from your orgasm flowing down your thigh and spreading the soap in a stream, you hang your head and step from the shower... 

"What is it I think, Sweetness?" I say.

I point to the heels, and still dripping, you step into them, first your left and then your right foot. I hand you the collar and you pull it down over your head onto your long, sexy neck. You know the symbology... that you are a possession for my pleasure before yours! You know you've violated a sacred rule of submission. And you obey now!

"Turn around and give me your hands," I order. You do so. 

"Michael... " you start again... and you feel a stinging slap ring across your sweet ass! Your pink flesh instantly sizzles and you gasp... the sensation carries on for minutes after.

You present your hands behind you, and I tie them tightly with one stocking. 

From my pocket, I draw a short (12 inches) leash. I attach it to the clasp on your collar, then pull your head down and attach the other end to the towel rod. Now, you are bent over, your head down at near waist level and your hands tied behind your back! Then, I blindfold you with the kerchief.

Finally, I take the panties... the panties you wore to bed against my rules, and pull them down over your head and place the wettest edge into your mouth! You can't resist, tied as you are. Your juices seep out of the cloth, between your teeth and onto your tongue. Having tasted your juices on my cock before... what is it you think, feel and taste Sweetness?

"Michael" you try to mumble again through the panties, but I slap your sweet ass again. As you ass sizzles, and you moan one, long, low moan, I tug at the panties and tie them in a tied knot behind your head.

"Taste yourself, Sweetness!" I say... "taste yourself and realize that it could have been I you tasted. Let me ponder your punishment"... and then you hear the door open, me walk out and it close!

For hours you lean, bent over at the waist; tasting your juices; seeing only darkness and hearing only silence... naked; wearing only your fuck-slut heels and choker. Tasting your own juices, in the blind darkness that is your blind-folded eyes, and able to touch nothing. Your fingers flex, and then ball up into tight fists. Waiting; waiting; waiting... still waiting... longer, longer. 

You lean your forehead against the wall and repeatedly shift your weight... waiting, waiting, waiting and wondering; when will he return! Will he return? Why should he return? How can you make this up to him? What will happen to you when I return! What would happen to you if I never returned? Who would find you? When? What would they think?

Even will all those thoughts on your mind, you savor the taste of your juices on your tongue and you want to taste both yours and mine intermingled on my rigid cock, but wonder if that opportunity will ever arise again now? Such a greedy little fuck slut you are... that thought, more than the questions finally wins the battle of your fears and desires.

Waiting, wondering... tasting; shifting from one heeled foot to the other... you wait. Hoping to be fucked, hoping to suck. Hoping to be tasted. Willing to be spanked! Eager to be drenched with cum! Anxious to be tortured and teased. Praying to be pummeled with long, thick, juicy cock... You wait!

Finally, I return. You immediately try mumbling again through the panties!

"Haven't learned yet, eh Sweetness?" I say as I approach.

I grab your tied wrists, denying you any form of control. Then, I merely sit back and gaze at the moist pink lips of My pussy. You squirm, and mumble still through the saturated panties. Although you cannot see, you assume my eyes are narrow and you picture me tilting my head, as if I am trying to look right into you. You shift your weight, suspecting, no. Knowing I am staring at you... taking me time, enjoying your predicament. You know there is a devious smile on my face that you cannot see. Not one of rainbows and butterflies... but of pure selfishness. 

The pussy I stare at intently belongs only to me. I am going to eat it; I am going to toy with it and I intend to fuck it unmercilessly... just not when, nor as you might expect. 

Then you feel it and you jump with a surprised start, then shudder! My index finger slowly traces along the entrance, teasing you, toying with you. The thought of it possibly sliding inside, then moving up and rubbing over you clit makes you weak, and your knees buckle. When they do, I slap your ass again!

You squeal through the panties, then groan a tortured low groan. Each slap has left you agonized greater than the last, and you want cock so bad, you'd do anything to be free... 

Then you feel it start again... gently, oh so fucking gently... so light and so teasingly slow. You moan from deep in your throat and bend your knees again, not having learned. You shake out your ass and press it in my direction... 

"mmdghhhmmmm," you mumble.

The circles become quicker. Your breathing heavier. Will it happen this time? I stop, and remove your blindfold, and you see the intense look in my eyes that tells you silently, "no Sweetness, don't you dare cum. Not yet... "

I'm only indulging myself at this point. I want to see how much your body can take... how your body and mind are going to react to the soothing gentle sensations that seep into them through your new slickly shaved, smooth pussy contrasted by the firey, sizzling pain sensations in your sweet virgin ass flesh! Can you control the feelings that are surging through your body? 

Again, I begin to caress your wet lips, and stroke your clit. Your juices flow down your legs, and you close your eyes, and tilt your head way back! You bite down hard on the panties, clenching your teeth, and tasting those remaining juices on the panties between your teeth. Eyes clenched and becoming deliriously tortured by the sensations on your manipulated slit and your wet engorged lips, your mind wanders, and you see a vision... a vision of you dressed in a seething, sexy, skin tight tube dress and 6-inch heels, and dancing, shimmying erotically for my pleasure as I sit in a chair, naked, and slowly stroke my long, thick cock. You see yourself (in your imagination), fall to your knees before me, open your mouth, run your tongue across your lips and wait obediently... wait for permission to touch and suck. All the while, hoping you'll be forced to your face and fucked mercilessly from behind.

Your mind flows back to the present, you feel your warm juices, flowing down your thigh in a massive, musky river, and your clit being rubbed very roughly now... from the sensations in your crotch, you see stars in your head. 

... don't you cum my little slut... " you hear me say!

You shake your head no... fast, hard, no, no... oh no, your head signals your obedience... but can you, can your mind and body really deny you the impending release you want so badly! No! Your body begins to betray you... you feel an orgasm welling up and you curl your toes and strain to hold out. 

I watch your pussy lips start to quiver, and take a taste. That sets you nearly off and you groan one, loud, but muffled near-orgasmic moan. 

"Not yet... " I whisper and release your clit from your fingers. You can only whimper feebly as you look back at me with pleading eyes. With the panties still in your mouth, your wrists tied, and your neck lashed to the towel rack, you feel the most submissively helpless, but most sexually anxious you've ever felt in your life! You bite down hard on the panties to prevent yourself from cumming... will it work? 

You don't want me to stop, but fear I might. And you feel so helpless... "if only he'd untie me," you think. "I'd show him... I'd perform... " you say to yourself.

You begin to mumble protests through the panty gag, then to silently plead through your sexy emerald eyes that ask for another touch... any touch. You wiggle your ass... hoping to catch my eye. Hoping to signal me of what you want. You mumble desperately, loud and fast.

You wish I'd stuff your cunt with your vibrator and your ass with my cock, and wish you could get the panties out of your mouth, because if you cold, you'd scream out that request. Never, ever have you felt so sexually bold!

You mumble through the panties again.

But I place a single finger on my lips to hush you. With my other hand I begin again... a finger circling, a thumb rubbing... now feverishly fast, without mercy. It takes less than a minute for those urges to rise again. Your eyes search for a sign, a look, something that will show me that this... this will be the time I give my permission It almost hurts you want to cum so bad! You try to cross your legs to hold out. When you do it gets you another viciously swift and hot slap to your ass... 

... so fucking pink now Sweetness!

And then, as you squeal, and shiver... not knowing whether it would be better to spread your legs for easy access and your pleasure, or cross them and press your cunt to help prevent yourself from cumming and prevent the pain... not able to touch and exposed to the maximum... aroused to a point where you'd fuck the doorknob if only I'd let you... 

I STOP! 

I untie your hands. I leave you attached to the towel rack at the leash from the collar. You dare not unfasten it, so you stay in position.

Then I sit on the sink counter and speak.

"Naughty little fuck toy. No self restraint! So disobedient. So greedy. Ah well, you'll just have to wait. When I take that leash from the towel rack, I'm going to drag you to the bed. When we get there, you are to perform for me. You are to fill your pussy with your own fingers as I watch. But Sweetness... you may not cum. Do you understand!"

You nod "YES, YES, YES!" forcefully shaking your head "YES!"

Then I remove the panties from your mouth, leaving them hanging around your neck. Next, I release your connection to the towel rack and drag you to the bed. No, not really for you hurriedly scamper to it... eagerly willing to please now... you actually pass me and scurry to the bed. Eager to make it up to me... or so you think at first. But more eager to be pleasured yourself.

When we reach the bed, you pause to take in the atmosphere. The bedroom is dimply lit. Wearing only your heels and the black choker and still wearing the panties symbolically submissive around your neck as well, you look at your sultry reflection in the mirrors that surround your four-post bed and goose bumps cover your flesh as you see yourself... so wantonly eager for sex, so eager to be ravaged! So helpless! So submissive.

I throw you, face down onto the bed, and then turn and sit in a big plush comfortable chair near the door to the hallway.

"Perform," I order! "Toy with My Pussy. That's what you wanted, isn't it! Show me how naughty you are, show me what a little fuck toy you are!"

You hesitate. Then, slowly, clumsily, your hands start to clumsily caress your soft, yearning, naked flesh. You imagine us making wild passionate sex on that beautiful bed. Then, you hesitate again... a vision seeps into your mind. Unconsciously, you roll onto your back and melt into the soothing plush, warm, fuzzy comforter. The dim candle light reflects off the silver tips of your stilettos and the slick, gleaming silk of the choker you wear that signify my possession of you. Your aroused mind imagines a knock at your door at three in the morning. And in this fantasy you are conjuring up, it would be me! You can only make out my silhouette in the dim light. You know I'm still clothed from the waist down and you hope to make me want to strip naked and roughly fuck you.

Sultry, sexy, seductive, you lie naked and prepare your sex-craved mind to sooth your pleasure seeking body. You take a deep breath. You hesitate. You pause. You take another deep breath. Then, you start!

Your long, lithe fingers slowly slip along the smooth lines of your body and up to your heaving chest. You hesitate again momentarily. Should you? Do you dare? Temporary embarrassment overcomes you for a moment. You've never masturbated in front of another before. But then again, there are many things you've never done before that I've demanded, and each and every one ultimately thrilled you. "Trust," you hear yourself say... and you decide right then. You will perform! Oh, Yes. You will perform.

So you continue. You gently begin to swirl each nipple between a thumb and fore-finger. The sensation feels so good that you cannot help but part your mouth and run your wet tongue over your soft lips. You look for me again in the dark corner, and can't see me. You are not certain I am there anymore... 

So you decide to fantasize again, in order to arouse the urges that you hope will lead you to please me with your naughty cock craving act so that I will please you. You've learned to fantasize and use it to arouse you. You close your eyes and you envision my long, thick cock placed roughly at your mouth, and instinctively you open your mouth and imagine it invading your throat and sense the salty, manly taste arousing your senses. If only it were real. This moment! In your mind's eye you see it... you want it... and know that you shall have it... between you lips and between your legs if only in this fantasy you have aroused.

One hand slides to your pussy, (My pussy for you have relinquished it to my desires as my possession in reality and in your imagination). You spread your legs and lift your ass off the bed to meet your delicate touch. You hesitate for one brief moment, for you feel a maddening sense of guilt. You finally justify it by convincing yourself that the long abstinence has made you too weak to endure the agony any longer!

"Feed those greedy fingers into that needy cunt," you hear me say!

Your long, lean, high-heeled legs squirm until the heels dig into the comforter and you strain, raising that sweet edible ass high to meet your probing hand and long, sexy fingers. Briefly you open one eye, even as you continue to begin your own sweet pleasure through the electrifying caresses. You still cannot find me in the darkness of your room. You hope your wet cunt, is pointed in my direction, for you want to... you want to please me with all your heart and soul. But really, what you hope... you hope I'll ultimately fill it with my tongue and cock! You start to slowly run your lithe fingers over your rigid clit and through the wet folds of your drenched lips.

"Such a naughty little fuck-toy! Don't you cum!" you hear me again. "Spread those legs and fill My pussy!"

And Oh Yes, you do! As you do, you can't help but dimly see the room in the mirror in your view. The room is lit by one tiny tea-light candle on a dresser across from the mirror. The door to your bedroom is slightly ajar, but the window shade is drawn. Outside, the night is dark and moonless... pitch dark. So dark that were it not for the tiny candle, you'd not be able to see your hand in front of your face. And you see yourself, naughty, greedy, performing your wanton act.


Sweetness "Rides" Again



But surprisingly, you hear a whirring, and feel your vibrator, pressed into your other hand. You close your eyes. You know I am near, but are unsure where.

Rapidly, with a sense of lusty urgency, you roll to lie face down, never relinquishing your touch on your warming womanhood. Face down, you pull your knees up... face down, ass high... you assume the sex-slave's position and slowly you slide the slick, shiny vibrator into your sweet pussy... wet, slick, fresh and clean, slowly in and slowly out. So easy, hardly any resistance. 

Your ass rises and falls with each invasion as you strike a rhythm and begin to increase the pace. You squirm, naughtily snake-like trying to capture all the rapturous pleasure you provide. You begin to moan. Now deeper. Then louder! More urgent, more erotic by the moment. Your mind shifts to solely your pleasure! You simply cannot help yourself, can you Sweetness?

Deeper and faster you stuff the rigid vibrator into your pussy. Your slick patch is soaked in warm, fresh, woman-juice. Your whole body begins to writhe... your hips sway; your ass rising and falling in rhythm with your probing tool. You relinquish your grasp on the one remaining nipple, and force the two pussy-juice soaked fingers into your mouth... imagining now that you are impaled... my cock in your mouth... my tongue on your clit! The vision is so real that you can taste my salty cock on your taste buds and feel my slithering tongue on your clit! I've taught you how to use all your senses during our sessions, and that... you've learned well and readily apply the lessons now... except for one fact... your own pleasure is utmost in your mind.

Faster and faster you probe your folds. Your heart races; your mind races... visions of you and I, locked in a deep embrace invade your mind! In your craving imagination, you see yourself... in my arms, face-to-face, your legs wrapped around my waist and locked at the ankles behind my back. You see yourself tearing my shirt from my back as I hold you in my arms... you biting my neck as my nails dig into your ass; you pressing your pussy hard against my raging cock... you acting like the insatiable animal that you are, but only in my arms, and only on my order. 

You think of pleasing again. You love the passions only I can arouse within you and you love that I sense and release the erotic Sweetness, the seductive, desirable, wanton, fuck-crazy Sweetness hidden in the kind, sweet, gentle, timid and shy Sweetness you show the world. You know and love that I and I alone know your secret; that you are a woman of such erotic passion, and uninhibited lust; my pleasure seeking cock-loving slut. You needed only a dominant, mysterious man to arouse those naughty passions. And in me you've found him and you will perform and entertain to please me and me alone. 

But in the next moment, your own pleasure re-enters your fuck-starved mind again!

Your body rises and falls. All your nerve endings are on fire; tingling, hot and immodest. Your senses are so alive that you can hear the sound of the vibrator sliding through the warmth of your soaking-wet pussy. Your nectar trails down your thighs... your breathing is labored; you are nearly about to come. You feel the maddening convulsions begin to rise up your spine, and your toes curl as you strain to hold-out as long as you can to prolong the glorious ecstasy. You don't want to cum because I've not given permission yet... but you so want to cum... to orgasm, because you can't hold out much longer and because the visions in your head, and the sensations in your body are so hot and vivid! And because you simply need to and want to... consequences be damned! Should you please and obey me, or satisfy yourself?

So ready, so eager... another vision invades your mind... that of your face between my hands, first kissing you gently, then forcing your face... your lips to my raging cock! Oh no not really forcing, for you eagerly relent, fairly diving to meet my impaling thrust, as in your mind my cock nearly reaches your lips. That is, it does until I grasp your hair, pull your head back away from my cock, and say, "not yet My Sweetness... ' (Such an imagination!) Unconsciously you groan with disappointment. It surprises you when the sounds escape your lips. 

"Remove that vibrator slut! Use your own hands!" I order. "Should I cum all over your pretty face? You'd like that wouldn't you, Sweetness?"

"Oh God Yes," you hear yourself respond, even before your mind processes the thought!

Now, ever more aroused, you throw the vibrator aside and stuff two lean fingers deep, deeper, deepest into your pussy. You try to feel the pounding of my cock in your tunnel of love, my flesh roughly rubbing on your clit while I forcefully kiss you, pressing your lips hard into your teeth as my hands swirl in your silken hair. You imagine the spurting of my warm cum on the walls of your pussy and then onto your face! You imagine the salty taste on your tongue as it rims your pretty red lips. You see yourself saturated in gleaming man-milk, and rubbing it into your skin, sticky and hot. You moan and slowly it becomes a hungry groan and you bury your face in the soft pillow to muffle your arousal as your orgasm begins to rise again from the depths of your toes, up your spine and into... 

"Please may I cum! Oh God, Michael! Pleaseeeeeee! "Fuck Me, Michael! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my face! Cum all over me, but please, I need cock! I need cum. Pleeeeease!" you scream out loud!

... when just then... just as you are about to EXPLODE with a body-shivering orgasm... just as fireworks are about to go off in your mind and in the depths of your womanhood... with a loud BANG, you hear your bedroom door slam shut! 

Instantly and enormously startled, you stop and listen. Your eyes are tightly closed and your body rigid. Frightened, you pause. You hesitate to move any part of your body. After several quiet seconds, when you feel your heart pounding even as your body is numb with fright, you open your eyes and move just your head and you see that the force of the door swinging (in the wind?), has also blown out the tiny candle. You hope I haven't left! The room is pitch dark, and you see... 

NOTHING. Nothing but dead, quiet, disconcerting darkness!

You don't move. Not an inch. You hold your breath and lie still, head down-ass high, with your fingers now stiffening nervously in your pussy and your cheek flush against the pillow. And just as your fear begins to subside... You feel it!! 

A STRONG HAND GRABS YOUR HAIR! ANOTHER REACHES BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND CLENCHES YOUR PLEASURING HAND OVER YOUR THROBBING, SOAKING PUSSY! 

You want to scream but your lungs and voice hesitate. You are breathless; speechless! A trance-like paralysis overcomes you. Your heart pounds like a jack-hammer in your frightened chest even as you hold your breath. You know your eyes are wide open with fright. 

Neither I, nor you speak a word. Even as I work my strong hands over your soaking pussy you dare not move. In all actuality, you cannot move. But it also feels ohhhh sooo good! You feel a sense of guilt for believing so. Without a sense of control you silently and readily consent... I force your body to sway against my touch. 

"I'll finish what you started, Sweetness," I say, as I rip your hand away, and fall on top of you, fully clothed, pinning you with all my weight! Swiftly, before you can react, I lift your arms above your head, and roll you to your back to face me. You sigh and begin to sob in big wet tears of relief that I can barely see in the dim light, but which flow down your cheeks in rivers. You think you've been forgiven.

Holding both your tiny wrists tightly in one hand, and caressing your soft patch with the other, I greedily taste you by nibbling slowly up your neck, across your chin and up your cheek. "Hmmmmmm," I strum as I stare directly into your eyes. Even in this dark, they shine brightly back at me... the whites glowing wide, but glistening with the moist relief.

You gaze up at me with your big, doe-like eyes - so innocent, but so wanton and begin to flex your hips, pressing your naked flesh against my clothed body. The fright now draining from your body and quickly replaced with re-emerging lust. I look back at you with such intensity that you must look away even though you don't want to and barely dare, for you know how dominant my look and my actions can be. You feel that sense of control that I exhibit over you. It makes you feel so weak, but also so feminine, so desired, so special. You bite your lower lip between you teeth and try to regain your composure as I cup your soft chin in my hand and turn your face back in my direction. 

"Such a disobedient little slut. You almost had an orgasm, didn't you? Did I give my permission for you to cum?" I say, more of a question than a statement. My hand on your chin, gathers up the panties around your neck and press the silken fabric against your lips again. Power! You stick out your little pink tongue and tongue to saturated fabric. I pull them away before you can suck them between your lips.

You nervously look down. The direction of your gaze, and the shame in your face betraying you. 

I slowly climb off you and walk to the dimmer-switch for the room lights, turning the light up to a soft haze before walking back toward the bed as I unbuckle my belt. Shirtless from before... 

The light blinds you momentarily but when you meet my gaze again, I'm standing, hands on hips, and staring at your rapturous body with a look of sheer domination on my face and you think you know what that means. First, that I own you. And second, that you'll be fucked in every orifice, tasted over every inch of your soft-sweet flesh and forced to submit to my every, naughty, erotic whim this night before I am through. You are mine... for my pleasure. To do with as I please and to fuck and suck and lick. 

Your mind numbly envisions the possibilities and your nipples harden as you sub-consciously forget, (for just a moment), that you've disobeyed. You are my possession. My toy! My sex slave... to be fucked when, how, where and under my terms. Yes, you know it, and love it! You might even get spanked again for this betrayal. Still, you self-consciously roll your hips to one side and cross one long leg over your treasure. 

"Keep them open," I command. "I'm contemplating your punishment." 

You look up, nod and open your legs again, even as a satisfied smirk nearly escapes your lips for in all honesty, you can't wait for the "torture" to begin. You feel so exposed, but you absolutely love my demands... my orders. You've never been powerless in bed with any other man. And it absolutely thrills you, even though you never, ever know what will be required next! Never know what I will demand of you, or do to you.

"You've been very naughty," I say as I caress your heaving breasts and roll one nipple between the tips of my fingers. You wring your hands, still held high above your head. You reach for the bedposts. You are desperately hoping that I'll tie your wrists there. As you stretch out your long lithe body, you writhe in pleasure from my soft, gentle caress. Your hips rise slightly towards my direction silently signaling your submission to my desires. "Did you enjoy pleasuring yourself while I watched, Sweetness?"

"Yes, sir," You respond.

"Have you been disobedient, Sweetness?"

You pause for a moment before answering, and anxiously stretch your arms high above your head and spread your legs wide before sheepishly responding... "Yes sir." 

"And what do you think I should do about it? This is not the first time this has happened. When will you learn?" 

"I'm sorry, Baby. It won't happen again," you say.

I shake my head. "I've heard that before, my pet. This time, you must pay for your disobedience."

Your eyes widen, but you look at me and nod. "Onto your stomach, Sweetness," I order firmly. "Roll to your stomach, and close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you to, do you understand?" 

You know I mean business. I always do. That's part of what makes me so intriguing to you... the confidence, the firmness, the power... and so you don't hesitate, nor do you speak! No, you swiftly obey, rolling to your belly and tightly closing your gorgeous eyes even as your long, girly lashes flutter furiously with evident fright. 

I walk down the side of the bed caressing your back and ass gently with my fingertips before roughly stealing a touch of your dripping, wet crotch. You squirm at my gentle touch and lift your ass, pressing it in my direction. Subconsciously your body language blaringly screams out your desire... a desire to be fucked. HARD!

"Spread your legs wider, My toy," I order without releasing my touch, and while slowly slipping a finger between your soft pussy lips. You don't believe you can spread them any wider, but you do and then press back in my direction, rising to your widely spread knees... wanting that naughty, torrid touch... giving My pussy ALL to me!

You gasp out loud... for it feels so good to be fondled without any sense of control, doesn't it my pet?

You quiver and moan in pleasure and bite your lip so as not to show me the pleasure you feel even as you speedily obey, relinquishing any sense of control. I roughly grab your wrists, and you fall to your face. I forcefully cuff them to the bedposts using the cuffs that I demand be always present there, hanging on those posts near your pearls. A gleeful smirk escapes your lips. You wanted this, Oh Yes, you wanted this!

I bury my hands and face in your long-flowing hair, roughly run my hands over your breasts and whisper hungrily in your ear, "My demands are not unreasonable, my dear. Why is it that you must disobey me?" 

You start to answer and begin to open your eyes, but I cover your mouth with my hand. "Don't you dare speak, my little slut... or open your eyes. I don't want an answer. I know the answer! You disobey because your desire punishment. Isn't that so Sweetness? You know that someday that course of action may backfire on you. You've not reached your limit yet, but you shall... one day. Perhaps today is that day my dear."

You nod, while pondering what devious torture I have planned for you. You swear to yourself that you'll enjoy and you convince yourself that is what you truly want, but you know that I can be so cruel when it comes to denying you the instant gratification you seek. You want pleasure, instantly and always, and you've been able to manipulate all the other men you've known to soothe your child-like impatience. 

But you know that when with me, I control the pace... control you... control your erotic release. Yes, you realize that the delay serves to heighten your arousal and extend your pleasure! You want pain and you want pleasure... you want cock, hard, long, thick cock, forced upon you, forced into you, forced over you... force you seek and force you shall have! But you want it now isn't that so Sweetness? You want it now, without hesitation, and my teasing, toying pace drives you mad with lust! 

"Michael," you cry out, "Teach me a good lesson. Fuck me hard. Force your cock down my throat. Cum on my face, but Baby! Please do it now. I need it so bad!" 

Then, with eyes closed, you hear my zipper opening, then the sound of my trousers and belt hitting the floor. You feel your excitement level rising even higher... what you want is now exposed and so close! You want so badly to open your eyes and catch of glimpse, but you dare not. Still, you cannot help but unconsciously moisten your lips instead.

"Oh, no Sweetness. I'm thinking of fucking you in public. Perhaps I should dress you like the slut you wish to be and strut you down Main Street . Would you like that Sweetness? Maybe I should put a longer leash on you and drag you nearly naked through the crowd in the park?" I ask. 

You nod, "No," even though a soft "hmmm" escapes your lips, betraying you. While the thought absolutely frightens you, the vision absolutely appeals to you. You hips involuntarily rise and fall and sway side-to-side, (an unconscious bodily signal of your desire to be displayed like that suggestion.) 

"Or perhaps I should first spank your ass until it is passion pink and stinging red. Which Sweetness... which or both? Don't you dare answer, for the decision is not yours but mine!" 

And, before you can respond, I stand and return to the dimmer-switch, turning the lights off once again.

Not daring to open your eyes, you can only sense the absolute darkness in the room, and you smell your musky arousal in the air. Saturated by your own juices, your legs squirm. You clinch that wet pussy, squirming, straining! Your juices soak the bed for you sense what you seek is near and how desperately you want it. But you hear nothing for several long, solitary moments. Your hands tug at the restraints; curious to see how securely you are restrained. You find yourself to be thoroughly and absolutely cuffed, with little ability to move, and a small smirk escapes your lips. Such a naughty little slut. 

Eyes still closed, you finally stop squirming and lift your head, turning it to and fro, trying desperately to hear any sound of me... wondering where I've gone. Your hands clench into fists and the cuffs jangle obscenely as you tug at your restraints. A tiny drop of perspiration trickles down one temple. Your heart beats loudly in your chest and even louder in your ears! "Cock! I want it," you say to yourself... your sub-conscious lust escaping your conservative mind! Your tongue licks your lips again. 

"Fuck me Michael! Fuck your fuck toy slut" you moan desperately! 

Still I don't speak. Silence. Pure and utter silence is all you hear. Your eyes open. Pure and utter darkness is all you see.

The seconds turn into minutes. The minutes turn anxiety into desperation. Perhaps I've left, leaving you naked and wanting but drenched with pent-up desire and livid lust. And now, restrained, you cannot even reach your "good parts." Would I do that to you? Would I leave you so desperate for sexual release and restrained so securely as to be incapable of providing it to yourself? What if I did, and someone else found you this way... cuffed to your bed, drenched in your own juices, stripper stiletto heels on your feet, and panties around your neck.

"Michael... " You desperately whine "Michael, Michael... "

Then, from no where and everywhere you feel it! Out of the darkness I bring my hand down hard on your soft ass. You cry out and bury your face in the mattress as sensations of pain and pleasure course through your body. You whimper with seething, but satisfying pain. Your legs tense, and your ass burns! You tug hard on the restraints and you swallow deep... tears of pain begin to flow, and you bite your lip to prevent yourself from letting me know.

"You know that the intent of my rules is to ultimately bring you even more pleasure, by heightening your desire and stimulating all your senses, and yet you disregard them."

Incredibly, you start pleading... "Yes! More! Please Michael more!" 

Your pussy flows like a river torrent; utterly drenching the bed. You feel your nipples so hard, so excited, so rigid that it's nearly painful how erect and pointy they extend! You roughly press them into the bed. The ecstasy is exhilarating. You wish I'd lick and suck them now. 

I only caress your soft ass. Your hands grip at the cuffs and your teeth clench, but your body and mind reel. You writhe and slither, trying to escape your restraints and trying to get into my arms. And even as you gasp for air, and groan unashamedly between each caress, you continue to naughtily beg, (over and over), and promise to suck me like a slut and to fuck me like an insatiable animal if I only promise to release your restraints. You beg me to lick your clit, and fill your pussy with my long, hard cock. You plead for me to fuck your face with my monster dick. You offer to lick me for hours! You whimper and sigh, even as you shiver and shake. 




Sweetness "Rides" Again



But I don't speak! Not a word... I don't concede, I provide no hint of agreement. I don't speak even a single, solitary word. You have no idea of my thoughts or of my plans. You both hate and love me for the sense of control my actions exhibit over you. You've always dreamed of being led, totally overpowered, totally owned and possessed and directed to perform, and this... Oh God, Yes! This lack of control is exactly what you wanted and need! 

Finally, you gasp for air as you feel my hands at your waist, lifting you to your knees. "Please, Baby, I have to cum. My body can't take it. It feels so good, it's just too mu-... " you start... 

But before you can finish, I climb upon you and force my huge cock between your cream covered pussy lips that are so saturated with your juices, that it's easy to slam it deep and fast with one hard, long, swift thrust! 

You scream, "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" in utter, surprised delight and my hand flies up and covers your mouth silencing you. 

"Sshhh, Sweetness," I whisper. 

You shake your head, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" Even as your body swings into motion, pistoning back at this filling cock, straining for a pounding.

I know how hard it is for you to keep quiet during our sessions -- and this, (not letting you wail), is just another part of your punishment and lack of control. I slide my hand from your mouth, to your neck, letting it linger there for a moment waiting to see if you will disobey. You don't. So, as a reward I slide both hands over your breasts and caress those bullet-like nipples. You gasp for it feels so damn good to feel the warm electricity in my hands against your painfully erect nipples!

Then I slide my hands to your waist and take your hips as handles. Because you've obeyed, I also begin to kiss your neck, your favorite act of foreplay. Even as I do, I thrust wildly in and out of you, the whole bed shaking and rocking. Your head hits the headboard, and the headboard hits the wall. You love and treasure me for the variation in styles; gentle and light one moment, and fierce, rough and aggressive the next. You want to scream so bad, but you know you won't! You know you'll obey now! You never want to risk losing this again.

"Don't you dare cum!" I order.

You put your head down and bite the pillow, to stifle your moans. But even that, I won't allow. I wrap my fists in your hair and jerk your head back. "Oh, no, my toy! Keep your head up," I order. Even as I keep one hand in your hair I wrap my other arm around your waist. 

I draw my cock out of your dripping pussy; your juices drooling down the tip, and hold it firm against the opening to your love tunnel... "Want more?" I ask, as you force your ass back in my direction; your body silently pleading? "Perhaps now I should force it down your throat. You'd like that Sweetness wouldn't you? I wouldn't need to exert any force, would I? You'd love to taste both our juices on my cock, wouldn't you?"

"Michael, I need to cum. Please, I need to cum, Baby, I can't wait anymore! Please fill me with your cock. Fuck me hard please," you groan!

"Want more??" I ask again, more forcefully, as I take one breast in each of my hands and squeeze your rigid nipples!

"Oh God Yes, Michael, PLEASE!" You squeal.

"Awghhh, that's too bad," I say, as I step back and stand. Quickly, I unlock your cuffs releasing you. Even as you reach for me, I push your hands away. You gasp disappointedly.

I will be back for you tonight. Be dressed in the outfit I've left hanging in the bathroom! I have other plans for you tonight my dear!"

And Then, I leave.

You hesitate a moment, but then you step into the bathroom, and slam the door behind you. At first, you only lean with your back against the door and your head down, contemplating your disobedience and the denial it has invoked upon you. Then you turn on the bright light which reflects glowingly off the decoratively tiled walls and floor, nearly blinding you. You squint until your eyes adjust, giving you time to ponder your predicament.

An hour ago, you were disobediently pleasuring yourself in the shower. You were fantasizing greedily and breaking your master-slave vow never to toy with "My pussy" unless I gave that permission. You recognized your disobedience, but justify it based on the need you couldn't contain.

Ten minutes ago, you were masturbating on my order, until you felt my warm, strong flesh pressing against your ripe, readily yielding body and sexual excitement overcame you to the point that you quickly forgot your disobedience and could only think of the pleasures you would feel from my cock, my strong arms and hands, my wet, flesh-devouring lips, and my unyielding strength. As usual, all you envisioned was the pleasing sensations I was about to heap upon you! At that moment, your pleasure was not utmost in your mind... your pleasure was alone in your mind. 

Five minutes ago, your pussy was filled with delightful, pulsating cock and was flowing your love juice, as your entire body came alive. You were taken forcefully and hard; just as you like it best. But that joy lasted only a moment and left you aroused... no not aroused... INFLAMED

But now, standing naked, cold and alone, on the icy tile of your bathroom, you hang your head and shiver, crossing your arms against your bare breasts for comfort and warmth. Slowly you raise your head and see your reflection in the mirrored glass above the vanity. There looking back at you, is the shy, demure, innocent persona. But, there also; beside the mirror, hanging on a hook, is a gleaming, black-leather, shoulder revealing halter-top catsuit; calf-skin leather, the softest, finest made. You realize that I am once again about to release your sexy alter ego-Sweetness!

You step forward, and your arms fall to your side, once again exposing yourself. You reach and feel its soft texture and sense the earthy aroma fill your nostrils. You lift the hook and hold the suit in front of you, pressing it hard against your flesh as you raise up, straining your calves. As you gaze at your reflection in the mirror, your mind wanders; envisioning yourself dressed provocatively, tightly in this seething outfit for it appears to be exceedingly form fitting; sleek and stimulating... stimulating against your flesh and visually stimulating to all who shall see you dressed in it. 

Then you notice other accessories. First you see the matching, leather, 5-inch stilettos sitting in the corner. You know how madly I love your legs, and you easily imagine how lithe and lean they shall look adorned in the pantsuit and these naughty heels. You also envision yourself, skittering hurriedly behind me, dragged aggressively and possessively forward by the hand, as you saunter, one long-lithe leg, crossing in front of the other, your tight-ass, swaying side-to-side. You close your eyes and see us, just as I turn, and tug you into my torso, wrapping my strong arms around your sleek form and looking deep and devilishly into your fluttering eyes! 

You stand still, savoring that fantasy vision for one long moment. Then, you return to the present. You ask yourself, "Can Michael truly be planning to exhibit me dressed in this outfit?" You ponder whether or not you would truly mind, for it always arouses you to be paraded as my trophy. "No, I wouldn't mind," you whisper, as a smirk crosses your lips, "as long as I am his possession... AND in his presence," you quickly add (to reassure yourself with masculine support). 

It's only now, that you notice that the leather catsuit is crotch-less. Then you notice the slave collar and attached leather-leash; five-feet long and one-inch wide leather, that you exposed only when you moved the catsuit. "Ohhhh Myyyy God!" you softly whisper as you fondle it, holding the collar in one hand, winding the lease about the fingers of your other hand and studying the open crotch. "This is not at all innocent," you think. And you would be correct. "Is he really taking me for a stroll in public?" Finally, you see the tiny bottle of blue nail polish. You know what it signifies, and it signifies all you currently desire.

Suddenly, a voice from the other side of the door shakes you back into the reality of the moment. "I trust you are enjoying the outfit Sweetness. I will be back at midnite my dear. Be ready."

At 10:30, p.m. you hurriedly shower, apply your make-up and arrange your hair. Then, you dress in the tight leather. You see your reflection in the mirror, and you nervously roll the leash linked to the collar that you wear. Your nipples press firmly at the soft calf-skin. The bullet-tight indentations give your excitement away. You feel your quivering snatch oozing your naughty fluids and see that those juices are beginning to soak your open crotch and stain the leather already.

At 1:30 a.m., still waiting, still wondering, and now sitting on the vanity top, and your heart pounding with anxiety... just as you begin to wonder if I will ever return, you hear it and feel it all at once. A roaring motorcycle is coming up the street towards your home. It passes, but seems to stop and go silent just down the street. Moments later you hear heavy boots trampling up your porch stairs, your front door kicked open, then urgent pounding towards your bath. You disconcertingly hold your breath. Then suddenly the lights go out in your bathroom, and you stand silent and alone in the dark... shivering in fright. 

When you hear the front door unlocking, you know it is me. 

"Come on. Let's get moving," I say as I open the bathroom door. It's a dominant command more than a request. I'm not surprised you are ready, but I am pleased by your appearance. Still, with the urgency in my step, I offer you no signal of that pleasure.

You jump down and fall in behind me, not knowing what will happen next. You follow me out the door and I lead you around the side of the old house. Suddenly, I stop and face you. Even wearing your slut stilettos, your face is level with my neck and when you look up at me I take your chin roughly in one hand. Swiftly, hard and hungrily, I place my open mouth on yours. It happens so fast and forceful-like, that startled, you almost pull away... until you feel the soft touch from my tongue on your lips.

Your involuntary reaction doesn't amaze you, for you've wanted this all night! Your wet, hungry mouth unconsciously opens and your own tiny tongue extends to explore my mouth. We kiss hot and hard; tongues dancing and traveling back and forth, even as you put your arms around my neck to hold me closer... even as I grope and claw possessively at your breasts and ass, then roughly grope My wet, willing pussy! Your knees buckle as soon as I do. You want to fall to your knees and take my dick in your throat, but I hold you up!

But as sudden and unexpected as it started, it ends just as suddenly... just as unexpectedly. "Let's go," I say, now grabbing the end of the leash and dragging you by the collar.

You start to protest and question where. Your stunned expression falls on my back as I walk briskly down the street to the park, three doors down. I walk so fast and forcefully, around the end of the last building before the park, that you have to almost run to keep from falling. You skitter, in the only steps you can take in those stilettos, short, quick, near-running steps. You feel the rough tug on your neck from the long leash. You skid to a sudden quick stop when you see the gleaming black and chrome motorcycle I mount. You recognize it as a Harley-Davidson with large saddle bags on the rear.

You look at me curiously as I expertly kick start it and it rumbles to life, surely waking the neighbors if it didn't already when I first arrived. The echo in the park is deafening. You've never heard anything so loud and have never been on a motorcycle before! You glance back at the neighbor's house and see that the noise woke the nosy old lady on the 2nd floor next door. She peers out... kneeling at the window-sill to watch. She thinks she recognizes you, but has never seen you dressed like this before and a hand covers her mouth in exclamation and disbelief. 

In the house next door, you see that the deafening thunder has also awoken the young man who always checks you out as you come home. He thought you were hot before... but dressed like this... "Well," you think, "now he knows my secret." You quickly turn away, hiding your face.

I pull you towards me and remove the leash, but not the collar (for safety). I roll it and stuff it into my vest pocket.

"Get on, I order." I speak with authority and confidence. Sure of your reaction, I don't even look back. My confidence in your desires is proven correct as you scramble to mount the vibrating beast of a machine even as you continue to crave the beast in my trousers. You have no idea where we are headed... you only know what is driving you to respond without hesitation... LUST. But where are we headed? 

I kick the bike in gear as soon as I feel your weight hit the leather saddle. You have to grab hold quickly and your arms circle my waist. The hot vibration rolls up your thighs and though your whole body! You lock your fingers together at my belt. I turn the bike skillfully in a tight circle, heading back down the street towards the spectators, stop in the street and rev the engine throttle up and down. With a jolt, I pop the clutch and the bike roars forward, but I expertly slam on the breaks right under your spectator's windows. You try to hide your face behind my body. Too late, they are now sure it is you! 

Then, I pop the clutch again and we are off! As the bike speeds through the city streets, your hair flows in the breeze. You try to see where we are going, but each time you think you know, I turn. City lights give way to a dark country road and fewer dwellings. The road narrows and the trees get thicker... taller, more majestic, but more mysterious. Your heart is racing, the vibrations and your desires have you very excited. Your leather covered thighs and the leather seat feel wet and slippery, and you know you've soaked them. 

The vibration against your crotch and the thoughts of what's to come have you on an edge you wouldn't trade for anything in this world. You've never cum before without being touched... by a man, or by your own hands and toys... but you do now! Cumming in buckets, soaking the seat, you shudder and your breathing is loud and comes in short, urgent gasps of exhilaration. You know I cannot hear you with the roar of the bike in my ears, but you wonder if I can sense your release! You wonder if I'd allow it!

I pull into a rest area off the side of the highway. A single, long 18-wheeler idles at the curb. I pull past him and park under a tall maple tree not far from the exit. The roar of the bike wakes him, and a light goes on in the cab. He peers out, then the light goes out again. Two cars approach down the highway and pass at breakneck speed, probably racing one-another. Still, their headlights illuminate our grove. 

I let the massive bike idle for a few moments before I cut off the engine. The sudden silence roars in your ears. Your whole body is still vibrating, and the warm wetness between your legs reminds you of how excited you are and how still fully unfulfilled (as yet) your constant need is. You cannot believe how greedy you've become. You never, ever imagined sex like this. Without knowing what's to come or where I'll lead you. You are only certain you intend to follow and obey! But, you remain motionless, absorbed in the pleasant vibrations until I order you to get off. 

You ease one leg over the saddle, using my hips and shoulder for support. You begin to move away from the bike but I grab your hand and run my hands up into your hair, gently grasping a handful. Before you can even turn to face me, I reach into my vest pocket, remove the slave leash again and re-attach it to your collar. 

"Come back here, Slave," I say. Then I rein you in, one hand over the other on the leash, pulling you back towards me inches at a time, until my fist rests on the clasp that joins the leash to the collar. I pull your face to mine, and kiss you hard and rough while I fondle your needy nipples through the leather fabric. You move in close, pressing your lithe limbs and hot torso into my body. Locked at the mouths, tasting your lips, and inhaling your warm, heaving breath, I sneekily take one of your hands and place it on the handgrip.

"Stay here." I say as I break our kiss and trap your hand against the grip. Your other hand trails down my chest and reaches for my cock. You bend at the waist, and step back, wiggling your ass suggestively, and grinning from ear to ear. "Fuck me Michael," you moan. 

I push slap your hand away. "Don't touch," I say without looking at you. The way I'm now speaking in short sentences, with that commanding tone, it frightens you but heightens your arousal at the same time. Loosening my grasp on your hand, I step off the bike and reach back to open one of the saddle bags. When you see the short lengths of silk cloth that I pull from the bag, you pull your hand off the bike. Quickly I retrieve it, and place it back where it was and wrap the cloth tightly over your wrist and around the grip.

"Bad girl." I say quietly. "So bad. I shall gleefully torture you for your transgressions. So Bad. But then, you want to be bad, isn't that so? You don't want to be shy, inhibited, timid, now do you? Oh Yes my dear, I shall fuck you, but on my terms!" 

I gently push you back to the bike, and order you, "now climb aboard." You hesitate for one moment, then step over the saddle, and mount the bike, your legs spread wide, barely able to reach the ground. I push your torso back, far from the handlebars. Then I take another of the cloth strips and gently wrap it around your other wrist... and tie it to the opposite hand-grip. I hold one hand so that your fingers are outstretched and look at your nails. I see all ten coated blue and raise an eyebrow as I look into your eyes. We both know what that means. You break my gaze and nervously turn away. 

Now, tied to the grips and spread on my saddle, you realize what's in store. Although this is not the first time, nor the last time I've bound you, the sudden feeling of being 'captive' and of potentially being spanked again sends thrills through your body. Your pussy quivers and you begin to cum yet again without being touched and you moan softly as your buttery cream practically melts out of your pussy and down your thigh, now drenching, utterly soaking the opening of the crotch in your leather catsuit and the seat of my bike. 

"Are you ruining my leather, Sweetness?," I ask, as you whimper and pull at the restraints. From behind, I caress your ass, and you lean forward to give me full access. "Arghhh," you groan. From behind, I reach under and caress your tits. You squirm and shake your hair out as a shiver of pleasure runs up and down your spine. A cool breeze blows across our grove, but it is not enough to cool the fire-like embers in your pussy, or the torrid visions in your mind.

I slowly begin to pop the snaps on your halter, and it falls to your waist. The cool night air hits your warm breasts and pointy nipples and you sigh in relief. Then, I loosen your belt, tug it from your pants, then loosen them and start peeling them off. You lie on your stomach on the bike, tied to the handle bars, and extend your long legs back towards me to make it easy for me to get them off. Down over your lean, smooth thighs and tight-toned calves, to your ankles I pull your leather pants. You struggle to squirm out of them and kick them aside. Then, you squirm up-right again, placing your heeled feet on the passenger foot rests, straining forward for comfort with your hands tied so far ahead.

Now, naked, tied to my bike in this semi-public rest area next to the highway your pussy creams its nectar in a river. I fold your pants and place them beneath your ass. You remain crouched forward; on the one hand uncomfortably stretched, but on the other hand, comfortably numb and eager for pillage. Another car passes down the highway... its headlights illuminating your face and flesh, you squint into the glare for one moment, but turn your head and close your eyes as it swiftly passes. You take a deep gulp. How exposed were you, you wonder... but realistically, you care not! Not now!




Sweetness "Rides" Again



With your arms outstretched and over your head, you sit with your pussy soaking your folded pants and my saddle, your legs spread, knees up, giving me full view and access to your sweet ass. Your nipples rub lightly on the warm, gas tank and you rest your head, looking back under your left arm at me. "Such a pretty little slut," I say as I caress your thighs just inches from your gaping, seeping slit. 

Your big-baby doe eyes gleam in the dark as you see me gazing at your smooth patch. Not a single hair obstructs my view of the puffy outer folds or the soft edges of the inner petals that long ago swelled and blossomed.

The heat of the freshly shut down engine mingled with your perfume, and the rich odor of your arousal is also intensified. I step back and slowly unbuckle my belt and open my pants. You gasp at the massive penis that I draw from inside. It is normally long and thick, but tonight... now... well, is it your imagination or your craving lust? It looks even more enormous! In this dark, foggy night, it seems to be at least two inches across, and about twelve inches long! You can imagine how it feels! 

You try not to appear too eager, but that's impossible tonight! You wantonly and openly open your mouth slightly and extend your tongue and look straight into my eyes. Your own eyes beg for relief.

"You want this, Sweetness?" I ask as I hold it in my hand close to your face. 

You nod your head swiftly, "Yes!" Subconsciously you lick your lips. You shift to press your pussy firmer into the soft leather of the saddle.

"Tell me you want it!" I demand, pressing it closer to your face. You strain your neck and tug at the restraints on your wrists, trying to reach.

"I... I want it." You whisper quietly.

"I didn't hear you!" I bark, louder. "Let that trucker hear you," I order.

"I want it! Michael I want your cock! I want it in me now, Pleeeeassse" You groan loudly.

"Where?"

"In my mouth!"

"Is that all?" I ask.

"In my mouth! In my pussy! Anywhere inside me! Anywhere and everywhere," You beg. "Give me your cock, PLEASE! Please Sir may I have it?"

I move closer, putting my dripping cock just barely out of your mouth's reach. You squirm, and grunt trying desperately to escape. You can see the pre-cum oozing from the thick purple head. You extend you tongue and close your eyes and I let you lick the clear, slick fluid from my warm, throbbing flesh. You try to get it in your mouth, but you can't reach from the angle in which you are tied. Slowly, deliberately, I move in and allow you to take my hot flesh into your hungry mouth.

Slowly I feed the captive you the treat you crave. I watch you swallow my cock as I forcefully plunge it in and out of your mouth, between your red sultry lips, you squirm, and moan, humming on my tool; insatiably sucking and slurping, faster and faster. You work hard to get the long throbbing shaft and bulbous head into your throat and let me push what seems like ten inches of tasty, salty man-steak into your mouth. I'm not gentle, and you're not disappointed; you suck me wantonly, insatiably, sluttily. 

You lips nearly press against my strong, tight stomach as you try to massage my hot flesh with your throat muscles. Soft moans vibrate through my erection as you struggle your best to make me deliver my masculine essence into your mouth. You squirm harder against the leather, rubbing your rigid clit, soaking the saddle and sliding up and down through your slimy juices deposited there. You feel my pole swell, and brace yourself for the impending throat wash you want so badly. But you are dismally disappointed when I pull quickly away. Saliva trails from the swollen crown. "Not yet." I say. "You were a naughty slave, tonight remember?"

You hang you head in shame, remembering your earlier indiscretion. You look up, longingly at the long, rigid organ bouncing in front of your face, while your hot, inflamed body slowly subsides. Even as you disappointedly settle, your hips un-voluntarily undulate; slower, but none the less keeping up the act. You look up, longingly at the long, rigid organ bouncing in front of your face. You want that in you, and about now, you would do anything to have it. Then you remember the 10 blue-painted nails and wonder whether I've noticed. "Surely he's noticed," you think to yourself, "but why hasn't he mentioned it."

"Michael" you begin to plead. "Spank me now. Punish me for my disobedience. See my nails, Michael? Spank me now, so you can fuck me hard. Do it now Michael," you groan. 

Another car passes; faster than the last.

You watch as I walk slowly behind you, until I am out of the range of your straining neck and sight. You hear nothing for a few moments, then a small metallic 'snap', a scratching sound, then a deep breath. You try to imagine what I am doing. Then you smell the aroma of burning tobacco. I've stopped to take a smoke! 

Here you are, sitting naked, tied to a motorcycle, (god knows where), with a stranger in an 18-wheeler watching you; all while your pussy begs for relief, dripping wet and swollen with need, and I toy with you, denying you what you most want... to be stuffed with cock and to be manhandled like a little possession. To be taken without any say in the matter... to be taken forcefully hard and rough! To be spanked into obedience!!!

Then, you hear the sound of me crushing the spent cigarette and the zipper on the saddle bag being opened. Next, you hear and feel me once again opening the saddle bag. I walk back around, minus my heavy vest-jacket. In my hands you see the crop. 

"Comfortable?" I ask.

You nod, "Yes." But swiftly correct yourself and bark, "No! Not until I have your cock in my pussy!"

"Who's pussy?" I ask. You look away and pout, a little girl's hurt and angry pout... the pout of one who's used to getting what she wants, when she wants it, now growing desperate with need. Angry, but hungry, you refuse to say the words... "My Pussy!"

I then walk behind you again and kneel at the back of the bike. My face between your spread legs and stare at your smooth shaven mound. The dim light of the rest area allows me to see just enough of your swollen pussy. Teased all night, the outer puffy lips are red and engorged, the inner labia is spread out like a delicate flower, with a long bud at the top of your wet slit. It glistens in the darkness.

I move closer, and the aroma of your arousal entices me. "I have to taste," I say, and before you can respond, I do! My tongue slides over your hot, wet flesh and parts your soft rippled, quivering lips and settles gently, with just the tip flicking your sweet extending clit!

"Oh Goddddddddd" you groan and explode in an undulating, mind expanding orgasm that has you shivering in ecstasy in the cool damp air. You are surprised when I don't deny it, but your words express your utter submission and that's enough for me... at least now. You suddenly blurt out through wimpers, "Your Pussy, Michael, YOURS!!! 

I continue to lick your slit as you cum. I lap up your juices and slip my long tongue into your wet snatch. Your lip-muscles contract, trying to capture my tongue, but I move up to once again circle your erect clit with just my tongue tip. You cum again; groaning and squirming, forcing your pussy against my touch! 

"Oh, tongue fuck me," you cry out!

You try the restraints. And you suddenly realize that the cloth ties are so loose that you could easily slip out... IF! If you wanted. But you do not, (slip out, or even want to) because you so savor the delicious feelings of surrender being controlled by this magnificent man. Firm, authoritative, yet gentle and satisfying all you needs, even those you've never dared express to anyone else! In fact, even those you've as yet dared not express to him! 

Enjoying the sensations behind you... between your legs, you smile and roll your hips up to give me better access to your treasure. I kiss your pussy one last time, lick around and around your clit before I again stand. "You're ready, aren't you?" I ask.

"OH YES! I am so ready!" you exclaim.

"Do you want this in you?" I ask as I hold out my cock for you to see once again.

"Yes!... Ohmigod, Yes! Put it in me!" you cry out.

"Just put it in? Nothing else?" I tease.

"Fuck me with it! Fuck my pussy with your cock!" You beg. I neeeeeed your hard cock in meeee!.

I grab your ass and position you closer to the edge of the saddle. You spread your knees further apart, gleefully awaiting penetration. My cock touches your pussy lips and you press back against me. But I step back. "Not Yet, my disobedient slut," I say.

You groan in despair!

SLAP!!! You feel my hand come down upon your Sweet ass! "OH Yes, Oh God, Ohhhh Ahhhhhhhh" you cry out, as your slap echoes in the cool night air! You wiggle your ass, and pull your wrists tugging at your 'escapable" restraints. But again, although capable, you do not try to escape! Instead, you raise your ass higher towards my touch! 

I reach around your torso and run my hand over your chest, rushing to run it over your nipples! You submissively expose your ass and silently expose your lusty desires. Never before did you think that you would so enjoy a manly hand slapping across your ass, but now, your pussy soaks the soft leather and your nipples strain for my touch! I begin to pleasure them in naughty greed!

"Michael, Please may I have another," you groan. "Oh God Please spank my ass again.

You lift your ass high to expose the target! You ass is scarlet red now... tattooed by my hand... Slowly I caress the seething, sizzling skin... to your mind the tender touch is soothing and you sigh, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

SLAP!!! You feel my open hand come down across your Sweet ass once again! "OH Yes, Oh ughhhhhhh ahhhh!" you cry out, as your slap echoes in the rest area once again! You wiggle your ass, and shake uncontrollably! Another car passes!

"No crying out Sweetness," I order!

With the shuddering, but joyful pain on your soft, white flesh flooding your mind, you offer little resistance. Restrained, and your ass glowing from but the first strokes, you begin to whimper once again; but not a timid whimper. No, your whimper now, is a lusty, hungry whimper through the stinging pain.

Now, I spread your thighs wider... your toes barely reach the ground. Tied taunt and rigid your thighs strain to hold your balance. My hands are upon your neck now, then down, warm and fresh over your shoulders and down your heaving chest. You try desperately to lean into my naughty touch and your heart pounds as you writhe in passionate lust. MY bite is upon your neck, warm, wet, greedy and savage, I devour your tasty flesh! 

Then as I continue to bite and taste your breathing gets heavy and with each deep breath, your chest heaves and your nipples surge! Your pussy flows sweet nectar down your thighs. My saddle is absolutely drenched in your warm, flowing juices... I've never seen you flow like this before!

Slowly I walk around you, my eyes never leaving yours, and trail my strong hand across your giddy breasts. Your nipples hurt with the desire to be licked. I see the loose ties that bind your wrists and tighten them both. Then, I continue to walk around you and the bike. Your eyes follow me, until I disappear from sight... "Michael, Please may I have another," you groan. 

But instead, from behind you, you feel my strong hand reaching between your legs, and grasping at your soaking wet snatch... soaked with my reward... your cum! The contrast of your pained ass and your pleasured pussy sets you free and you orgasm, panting and groaning, dripping and oozing, your orgasm flows over you in wave after wave of pleasuring relieve and your sweet nectar drools between my fingers and down your thighs. You shudder in the throes of an ecstasy that rides up and down your body in massive tidal waves of charging electricity that ends at your vibrating clitoris... a clitoris that you so wish you could reach and fondle at this very moment! But alas, you cannot for you are tied and spread... 

I fall in behind you between your legs and taste my reward dripping down your legs... licking slowly up the inside of your creamy thighs but then devouring your pussy nearly whole; devouring it through your shaved snatch spread by my furious lips and probing tongue, but allowing no penetration. "Oh God Michael... Yes, eat me" you cry out, and you try desperately to fall back into my arms. But the restraints hold you fast.

You pant girlishly, desperately eager for my touch! My hands slide between your warm, pleading lips. You gasp at my touch and wiggle your ass, straining to get your widely spread and tied arms around me and my probing fingers into you... into MY pussy! For it is pleasure that you seek... pleasure that you want... pleasure that you need; but pleasure that I control! 

Your pussy aches and throbs... your sweet juices drool down over my saddle... now so slippery from the lusty coating you've provided. You envision my precum on your tongue and the veins in my throbbing cock slipping along your lips with each thrust. You moan in passionate, lusty torment... straining to explode, eager to feel and taste my cum coating your hungry throat!

I walk behind you once again and aim my throbbing cock at your sweet wet hole and drive it deep all at once. On the first thrust, you gasp and instinctively try to shoot up! Then, you swiftly get into a rhythm. You buck and fuck me hard and cry out in relief and pain. Even though you are utterly soaked and ready, the size of my monster splitting your small body is an enjoyable shock.

"OHHHH! Michael! UGHHH!... It's so big!... Ohmigod I'm so full!... Oh god! FUCK ME!"

Your earlier blow job, my tongue savoring your quivering slit and the vision of your submissive beauty makes me ready to explode. I feel my cock pounding deep inside your slit and your muscles contract around my long shaft, trying to milk me dry. You hum, continually... "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and buck madly against my hard; oh so rock hard and delightful thrusts!

I see your firm belly swell as I plunge deeper and deeper into your tiny body with each thrust. Although tied to the bike, your body still responds to my thrusts and your hips roll and rock trying to get every inch of that beautiful cock inside deep, deeper inside of you. "Fuck me harder," you cry!.

You feel me swell even longer and thicker. You pray that I will cum this time. You strain, wanting to feel the hot fluid filling, spurting deep inside your love nest. 

"I'm gonna cum in you!" I groan. "I'm gonna fill your hot little cunt with my cum!" 

I reach up and slip loose one of your hands. Swiftly, you reach for your exposed clit with lightning speed. You work your rigid clit so fast; your hand is a blur and your body shudders. 

"That's a good fuck-slut!" I say as I continue pounding in and out of you, and the pounding of our flesh echoes in the grove. "Make My pussy cream! Sweetness. Cum hard for me, Sweetness! Make it cum!"

You only moan and grunt, "ohgggggggggg" as you do what I demand! Your legs quiver as the waves of passion flow through your cumming body. You scream out your hot, unbridled release, "YESSS IMMMM Ccummmmming!!!"

I feel your spasms and simultaneously, they trigger my release. "Argggg," I groan and thrust hard into you one last time, before pulling your back hard against me, forcing my cock in to the base! Thick, hot semen explodes deep into you; impaled on my cock. 

I grab your back and pull your ass up, smashing your breasts on my gas tank, lifting you off the saddle I drive deeper into your hot, tight slit. You buck back at me insatiably, so fuckin' naughty, kinky, slutty, straining for more cock, more cum. Your slit pours your juice out in buckets. You groan and moan and quiver, whimpering and shivering. Your pussy, (My pussy) is soft and slick... my cock hard and rigid, and the pleasure we give each other goes on and on... first one and then the other going off in rhythm!.

Spent, panting, gasping for breath, I finally untie your other wrist. You turn and wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me hot, slipping my cock back into your slit, then babbling your thanks while clenching my cock with your love-lips.

"OH GOD! That was intense!" You finally manage as we break our kiss.

"Yeah, it was, wasn't it," I reply.

You try to kiss me again, but you are suddenly surprised when I spin you around quickly, and bend you over the bike. 

"Oh yes, More," you groan. Never satiated! 

"You were a naughty slut, Sweetness!" I roar with a grin on my face. "Are you going to mind, now?" SLAP! Another volley... still stinging, but lighter than the previous ones, reigns down upon your soft flesh.

Your ass burns with the extra blood flow. Your eyes nearly tear, but you don't cry. In fact, you get hotter by the minute, and you feel the arousal building again, and I can sense it. Your cum filled pussy creams its juices as well as the remains of my cum. The mixture of our nectars drips onto the still warm engine of the bike.

Warmed up, the aroma is overwhelmingly intense. We both smell your oils flooding the air. Facing away from me still, you spread your legs seeking another fucking. 

"You were a bad girl, and you must make amends for you behavior," I growl, trying to sound angry, but in actuality, highly aroused at your level of submission!

You smile as you realize that I'm not through with you. I turn you to face me. Gently, I force you to your knees. You relent readily and I hold my long wet cock... (wet from our mingled juices) in my hand, holding it mere inches from your face. With my second hand, I grab a handful of your glamorous, glowing flowing auburn-silk hair and slowly begin to press your face to my cock. It takes little effort, as you eagerly dive for it! 

Oh please, spare me, Sir!" you say, teasingly. But this you really want now! You close your eyes, tilt your head back, and open your mouth wide. Your tongue slithers across your red-pursed lips. Your hands take the long, rigid shaft. Even with both hands around it, it dwarfs your lithe, lean feminine fingers and palms. The bright blue polish of your nails contrast deeply against the purple engorged head of the monster. 

Then, you feel the swollen head of my cock touch your tongue. You savor the taste... you feel it warm and salty. You taste our mingled juices... it slides across your lips and you gently, meekly, close your warm, wet lips down upon it. Around it, tasting it, savoring it. Not inhibited... no, not inhibited, but hungry and craving!

You try your best not to squirm, but in actuality, you naughtily try to position yourself in the best angle for me to take you... to take your throat and to feel your tits! You want so badly to give yourself... all you holes and all your flesh to me! And you so love when I fuck your face; unbridled, and unrepentant. 

I push gently. You push back, and then contract your throat muscles to relieve the tension. Incredibly; my cock slides right in! You take it all! And love every inch! You get into a rhythm, sucking me deep. Loving... enjoying every last inch as it fills you ecstatically. I simply lean my hands on my hips and allow you to perform. And you do. So greedy, so damn good, I shudder from the glorious sensations that you provide! I feel your long pink tongue, sliding up and down around the shaft and then over and around the big, bulbous head. As a reward, I begin to caress your nipples. They feel hot and hard... rigid and wild! They feel so pert, so strikingly sharp and inflamed, that they give away your arousal. You arch your back to give me a better angle to reach them. You like this and want more... cock in your throat and hands on your flesh!

Then, you come up gasping for air. "Ohmigod! That is soooo goood! Oh YES! Fuck my face! Fuck your bad girl's face till you cum!" you cry out, before taking my tool deep between your lips once again. 




Sweetness "Rides" Again



You are in heaven. So full and so ready for this. You meet each thrust with your own. Wildly sucking back, forgetting the fact that we are in a public rest area. You grip my shaft and jerk it hard, you reach for your clit even as you suck, and you take me... faster, and faster, deeper and deeper... naughty, insatiably deeper nearly to the base! And every so often you stop to beg for me to fill your throat and force it deeper! 

And you rub your own, exposed, red-raw clit faster and faster and buck your hips... for the pleasure you give enlivens your mind! What if your girlfriends could see you now? Especially those that seek the perfect fuck-mate! Little do they know your secret insatiable, erotic side that only this man knows and only this man can draw out! You're not sharing him! 

... naughty, seductive, with your throat filled with a massive cock, slurping and straining begging for cum; begging to be drenched from head-to-toe, this man watches you perform. It's warm sticky cum... down your throat and over your face that you want! Coating is the reward you seek! To be branded by my cum. What if they saw you now? Submissive to this glorious man that owns you... mind body and soul. He owns your pussy and he owns your throat! Oh, Yes, you are his. To perform and be taken. Such a little slut to his desires... to his demands, and you love it! In fact now that you've experienced the sensations and the possession... you wouldn't... no; you couldn't have it any other way!! You wonder... should you tell them?

At last, both ready to cum, we each announce the impending release and really start pounding. Faster and faster, harder and harder, breathing heavy and running our hands up and down and over one another! Fast, warm... steaming hot! You stuff two long fingers into your slit!

Argggg I groan and drop my load deep into your throat. You groan, and drain every last drop from me, nearly gagging, but never stopping, swallowing nearly every last drop as fast as I can unleash it. What sparce cum escapes your lips you gloriously scoop up and rub into your nipples, still not stopping, still sucking me deep and still rubbing your clit and groping at my straining balls. And then, you begin a guttural groan from deep in your belly. Muffled with the huge wide cock in your throat, but none-the-less once again you cream your slit... once again gushing female-froth down your thighs, and over your fingers.

Finally, I pull you to your feet. Still wearing the heels your stumble into my arms. You strain up on your toes and kiss me gently, softly! And I reciprocate gently, softly, warmly, tenderly. We look into each others eyes for one brief moment... then suddenly we dive into each others arms, kissing again, more intensely, more erotically; our heads turning to and fro, our lips and bodies locked, touching in all those special spots. And our hands caressing in ever widening circles! When we finally break, you gasp... out-of-air, and I take a deep breath... 

You strain again for my lips... to kiss me again. But, you are taken by surprise when I spin you around quickly, and bend you over the bike again, this time, facing the trailer truck. SLAP! SLAP! Two swift blows to your naked butt shock you again. 

"You were a naughty-little sub, Sweetness!" I roar. "Are you going to mind, now?" SLAP!

"Mind what," you wonder silently. 

Your cheeks burn with the extra blood flow. You eyes are near tears, but you don't cry, in fact, you get hotter by the minute. Your body quivers, and I feel the arousal building yet again. You aren't sure, but you think you know. 

Bent over the bike, I hold you gently down, and reach into the saddle bag for a set of handcuffs. You are already presenting your hands behind your back when I focus on you again. It takes seconds to restrain you. I can tell... you are getting off to this. 

Your cum-filled kitty is again creaming its own juices as well as the remains of my earlier cum deposit. The mixture drips onto the still warm engine of the bike.

Warmed up, the aroma is very intense. We both smell your sex oils flooding the air. You spread your legs wide. When I spread your ass cheeks, you gasp. I see the little star of your anus. Your breathing is excited, but your mind is wary. Never before have you been filled there. You know not what to expect. 'Will he do me there?'" you wonder. 

Your answer comes sooner than you expect. My hand scoops your nectar from your front hole and rubs it generously onto, into and around your ass. As I do, a slow, moan causes a pause to your excited breathing. 

"Oh, NO! Not there! Oh please! I can't take that back there!" You playfully protest, but then wavering, you repeat. "Michael, No! Oh Please. Not There!" 

"You were a bad girl, and you must make amends for you behavior, sub." I growl. 

You sigh as you frightfully realize that I will indeed fill your ass too. I thrust a thick finger into your anus and worm it around to loosen you up. You push back at me and start moaning, "Oh, not that. Oh please, spare me, sir," even as your body accepts and betrays your voice. 

I pull a ball gag from the saddle bag, pull it down over your head, and tighten it. The ball in your mouth muffles you. You can no loner speak! 

You feel the swollen crown of my thick cock touch your tender hole. You squirm, but really try to gain the best angle for me to take you. 

The trucker starts the truck and heads in your direction! 

You see and hear it, and you squeal and try your best to stand, but my strong weight holds you down, across the bike!

You squirm and you squeal, louder, more urgent. You try to escape. So exposed, I sense the utter fear in your voice and in your bodily actions... the trucker comes closer... slowly... 

I push! Under your squirming, you unconsciously push back! And my cock slides right in! You take it all and love every inch!

"Ohmigod! That is soooo goood! Oh YES! Fuck my ass! Fuck your bad girl's ass 'til you cum!" you hear your voice in your mind. You are in heaven. So full, and so ready for this. You meet each thrust with you own. You care not about that trucker, now less than 100 yards away and approaching. Wildly fucking back, forgetting the fact that we are in a public rest area, you keep screaming through the ball gag for me to fill your ass and fuck you harder. And just as the trucker pulls up with the cab even with your gagged mouth and head, at last, we are both ready to cum. 

You really, really start pounding, insatiably back at me. Impaled, like this, you thrust your ass back at me hard and naughty. Your eyes meet the trucker's as he leans out the window! You don't hesitate... you wanted this, you need it! You're not stopping now!

"Are you My pretty slut?" you hear me ask... and then, suddenly... 

... suddenly I dump jet after jet of my hot cum into your ass! You groan long and deep and cream again, gushing girl-cum all over the saddle, and the hot bike engine. 

I slowly pull out, and watch as your ass slowly returns to its normal small size. You ease, and fall with all your weight onto the bike. Spent, completely used up, exhausted but exposed. Still if you could, you'd kiss me hot, and tell me how good it felt, and how you really needed some take-charge sex... someone to take control of you tonight and any other night for that matter!

"Hey, Mister! Do you want to sell that slut?" You hear the trucker ask!

You look up fast! Your eyes wide open. Still gagged you cannot speak, but you look at me and shake your head "No!' Your eyes beg!

:How much?" I ask, as I take a grasp of your hair and pull you up, exposing your pointy tits, and your hot shaved box!"

"No! No!" you shake your head and groan through the ball gag... 

"Well, all I got!" The trucker replies with a southern drawl.

"And how much is that?" you hear me say as I spin your dody to show him from all angles. "She's a damn hot fuck, you know!"

He replies, "I seen that! And I got... "

While he speaks, you look at me, those beautiful green eyes begging! Neither one of us hears his offer.

Without looking at him, only looking into your pleading eyes I answer!

"No Mister, she's not for sale, no matter what you offer."

You sigh and fall into my arms. Still cuffed behind your back and ball gagged, you can't speak, nor touch, but your warm flesh melts into mine as you lean submissively into my arms.

"Oh well," answers the trucker. "Thanks for the show! She's sure pretty, and that was the best fuck I ever watched! Your damn lucky mister!"

Then he drives off.

Yes Sweetness, once again we fucked and sucked deep into the night. Before we left that rest area, we rolled out a blanket under a huge tree, and slept, wrapped only in the warmth of one-another's arms nearly until the sun came up. 

And when you finally dressed once again, you were, (as usual), covered in my cum and proud to be so adorned! When I took you home, you were as incredibly beautiful and stimulating as before... had we the time, we most assuredly would have done it all over again. But alas, you had people to meet and I had business to attend to and so, before we parted at your door, I had one question for you.

"Who's pussy is this?" I asked as I caressed your crotch?

"Yours Michael," you replied. "Yours!"

Then, I turned and without looking back, I walked down the pathway from your door towards the monster bike and set off into the rising sun.

And as I walked away, you were already envisioning our next rendezvous, and what you planned to do to and for me, and wondering what I would do to, and for you. You shook your head in amazement at how far sexually you have come, and you wondered how far you have to go... where this will lead... 

... but you resolved to take the "ride" and find out... 

... and the friends? You wanted badly to tell them, but who would believe?