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Need

By: pjwanderer



The plane landed in particularly jarring fashion, not that even the best landing is smooth, but this one was so jarring that anything worse would be considered a plane crash. 

It mimicked the last 10 days of my life. A particularly brutal work week, which wreaked havoc on my normally unshakeable nerves. The closest of my friends dealing with a family tragedy that burdened my soul. And to top it off, I was foolish enough to agree with Dani beforehand, that we would wait to cum until we were physically together again. In hindsight, that particular promise definitely seems like a mistake given my current ruffled, frustrated and very aroused state. My being was a land of confusion and conflict. Yet, it was that need, that horny, lustful 'need', which drove me now.

Even yesterday, when Dani and I spoke on the phone, I almost begged her for the needed release, desiring for her to just break down in saying the most wonderful forms of wickedness to send me completely over the edge, but at least freeing me from my need. We have the type of intimate, sexual connection that we can both completely lose it just by the sound of each others voice. I nearly did, but she was showing unusual restraint and kept the more arousing cadences of her voice, and the more desirable naughtiness tucked safely away, just out of my needful reach. She playfully reminded me of the last 'waiting' session where I pleasantly tortured her by teasing her 'need' once we were together again. My 'waiting' was a form of naughty and sweet payback. 

The dilemma, quite simply comes down to need. I need her! I needed her days ago! I need her lust to quench my own. I need her lust to wash away all of my current woe. I need her sexy, wicked, slutty, and sweet lust to clean the slate and bring me back to normal. Most of the time, my need of her would be more closely classified as wanting/lusting for her, in part because of my sense of self control. But, now it is burning need, crazy need, lustful-fueled madness need. Need...

I need to feel her juice-soaked panties after 10 days of lustful denial of getting off. I need the scent of her to send my blood into a full boil. I need my fingers buried deeply in her cunt, drowning each digit in her torrid orgasms once she cums, while the lustful sounds escaping her lips are in a language that would make the most innocent person cum in an uncontrolled, lust-crazed state. She is the sexiest song in her sounds of wantonness. She is the lustiest dance in her gyrations and contortions. There are times, where all I do is masturbate her for hours. Teasing her, always learning her in new ways, yet fingers knowing her more intimately than almost her own. Alas, today will not be one of those days. There is not time for teasing, just for fulfilling need.

I also have a need to drink from her sweet cunt, in the way a man dying of thirst drinks; in a way that will amplifies her own oral hungers, which seem to perpetually haunt her. There is no teasing in it, just driving desire. Her clit is the victim to my tempest driven tongue. I need to taste her delicious pussy as it slowly gives it juice. I need to devour her cunt as her cum forcefully flows. Her sex is the fountain of the only desires that matter. I need her to drown my face with her cum. For her to bring my head up for air and kissing me hungrily, stealing that very breath. Her tongue frantically trying to reclaim some of her nector from my lips, daring my own tongue to try and steal it back. All the while fingerpainting her cum down my neck, my shoulders, my chest. Need...

I need to touch her. I need to caress her in every sinful, naughty way. Again, no time for teasing, for there is need. I need to grab her franticly, for my lustful hold is the only thing keeping me from the abyss. I need to fondle her tits in a selfishly pleasing way to me, and yet I yearn to attack them in that mystical way that makes her cunt scream for me, cumming all the while. Need...

I need to fuck her mouth. Not just have her suck me off, but to fuck her face in carnal madness. In that way she cums when I finally feed her my explosion of cream. I remember the first time she begged me to do fuck her this way and how crazed she got; and how shocking yet exciting it was for me, for I would never imagined doing it with previous lovers. I want her that crazed. I need her to be crazed with me, in a completely uncontrolled way. I am usually in some level of control. She is rarely in control, yet loves it when I do completely lose mine. Tonight will be a night like that, but in a way I doubt she has ever seen as long as we have been together. For I have never felt this way, this battered down, this dependant of her lustful wonderfulness to save me, where she was all I had to cling to...clinging to her words, to her breasts, her ass, her arms, her hair. Need...

I need to fuck with her. Not just fuck her, and not just needing her to fuck me, but to be a joined sexual storm with her, full of unpredictable wanton insanity. Cumming...Tasting...Cumming...Moaning...Cumming...Feeling...Cumming...Screaming...Cumming...Needing...

I need to hear her. Every sultry moan. Every sweet whimper. Every shattering scream. Every seductive beg. I need to get lost in the sounds of her. Each sweet, sexy, naughty one getting etched onto my brain, to tease me perpetually forever after. Need...

I need to hold her, in an exhausted, spent aftermath. I need to be overwhelmed by the scent of our orgasms. The scent of our sweat, our cum, our sex, our very souls. I need to feel her uncontrollably quiver in my arms, pooled there, barely a visible separation of our exhausted bodies, just a blur of pleasured flesh. I need her to feel no shame in shedding tears in her after-bliss, face buried in the crook of my arm, fingers resting on my spent cock, almost hoping to revive it, yet fearing permanent insanity if we tried to push for even one more fuck. Need...

To say I am horny is an understatement.

But, I am almost home. I am almost nearly in her sexual orbit again, and then, the rest of the world will fade to black, while we get lost in a torrid union of the naughtiest of our desires.

Yet, I have to suffer through the airport. I am almost tempted to just leave my luggage behind so I can get home. I know I cannot, more because she will want to see what I got her later; always having to get her something special from wherever I am at, when we are playing at the 'waiting' game. So I suffer the waiting. I suffer all of the other people eager to get home and on edge themselves after their long weeks. All of the men that bump into me give me everything from frowns to scowls. Some of the women join their glares. To them, I must look slightly crazed, or irritably tired. Yet, there are a few ladies that give me a look that almost suggest they have an awareness of my need. My lust teases me with my lover's voice, wondering if just being in my proximity has awakened these women's own, sexual 'need'. Spreading my lustful state like a virus, inflicting need in them as well. I can almost sense the soaking of their panties as their cunts catch hold of that infectious need. My fingers quiver at the thought, my cock finding some new torturous way to get just a bit more aroused, but in the way that there is enough pain to keep the needed release in check. I almost pity their lovers' while I can almost hear my own whispering in my ear, in her flinty, seductively teasing voice, "How would you fulfill their needs, baby? How would you fuck them? How would you devour them? How would you watch them seducing you?" Fucking Need!!!

Any reminder of my need is just torture at this point. Even the distraction of catching the wanton looks of the more sexual ladies around me, while waiting for their luggage as well, desperate to get it to deal with their own need. My current arousal is a paradox; while I am so hard one would think I would cum in an unfathomable way with just the slightest caress, it is like my mind has the orgasm locked away until she is the one that touches me. It is for her, belongs to her. As much as hers belong to me. How I ever got entangled in her such wonderful bliss, I cannot imagine. Sex before Dani was a playful distraction. Sex with her is a necessity, as necessary as breathing. Must have that next suck, must take that next fuck. Yet, never routine, never tiring, just necessary. I am suffocating with that need. I have gone too long. It is not even simple withdrawl. It is Need.

I finally get to my car...I finally get on the expressway. It moves slower than frozen molasses on a holiday. Worse, the cd in the car is one of the music she loves to fuck to the most, just to make sure I am ready once I get home. Like not being ready would ever be a fucking reality, when it comes to her. The songs, mixed with her voice in my head, mixed with the sexual images of her in my mind are too much of a distraction and going to cause me to have a traffic accident. I turn the bloody radio off. My cock is so hard and pulsing so badly, I nearly cannot stand the pain of it. I finally get to the exit...

...And I swear she has control of the traffic lights. Every one I hit is red. I am a mess. The only thing that keeps me sane is the faint curiosity in the back of my mind of what the first, deliciously wicked thing she does to me, with me, seeing me in this unusually, wanton way. I need. And now I hunger as well. So painfully close. Need...

I drive the car into the garage, barely waiting for the door to get up and almost driving it through the other side. Almost there...in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass, in every sweet place in between, and just in her. In her in which ever way will break the almost non-existent dam of lust free in the fastest, the loudest, the most temptation fulfilling way. Fucking Need...

I fumble with the keys, my body is in a full tremble. Almost there...Hungry kissing, wet panties, finger fucking, cumming, sucking, cumming, moaning...Needing...

I drunkenly stumble through the dark house, fumbling for the lights, in a state of slight confusion. I needed her it be right here! I get to the kitchen and notice the envelope on the table. It is at this point that little piece of my sane mind finally gets through the rest of my lust-driven madness to remind me her car was not in the garage. I convulse in a sudden panic. 

I pick up the envelope, the only evidence of her on it is my name written in her seductive, flowing script. A hint of my favorite perfume that she wears and a slightly stronger hint of the scent of her sweet cunt, just in case I was not already tortured enough. I rip it open and I read the seemingly simple instructions. My heart sinks. My cock is begging me to ignore the letter, to just go into the bedroom, play whatever porn she has waiting in the dvd player, and jack-off until I explode the eternity of cum waiting to be set free, and perhaps get a bit of my sanity back. My cock begging me to forget the game she has set for me to follow, for me to play out. I ignore my cock's desperate pleads. Because I know any release without her in proximity of me will not fill my need. The need is more than just the release I also so frantically have to have. The need is her, to be in her, on her, with her until all of our frantic, frenzied fucking, sucking, kissing, screaming cum-soaked passion blurs us together again on the canvas of our shared carnal affair.

I now know it is going to be a long evening, because I am nowhere near her yet. And heaven help everything in my way as I begin my journey to get closer to her, because I have a need. And it will be fulfilled tonight, with her begging, moaning, screaming, and cumming for every morsel of that need I feed her. Need.

Need



"I will do anything for you," I whisper, and I mean it; I would do anything to have you be my master and care for me always. You smile at the submissive naked piece of meat you've seduced and after today, you'll abandon. I'm giving myself to you even though I know you'll just throw me aside like the bones of a piece of meat you've devoured. You lie me down on my back, tie me to your dining room table with tape, and gag my mouth some cold metal contraption. I feel more naked and exposed than ever, yet happy because I'm still here with you and I know it won't be this way for long so I live in every moment of it. You're watching me and all I want to do is hide my soft, wet, fleshy pussy from your predatory eyes which I stare helplessly into. You call over your friend to show off your prey. Your stares make my body feel overly sexualized and weak but at least I feel wanted right now.

It's time for desert; you eat off my soft, sweaty front and I feel ashamed because the ice cream is melting on my hot and sweaty body. I'm shaking with pleasure and I feel filthy as you lick off drops of melted ice cream that are dripping down my breasts. As you suck icing off my nipples my body tenses and I breathe in sharply. Your friend holds open my tensed thighs as you play with my wet pussy. You laugh at me and I turn red with shame. When you bite into the flesh of my soft inner thigh I scream and shake. 

Then you blindfold me and drag my shaking body somewhere you hang me up by my arms. I feel a draft and shivers go through my body but there's nothing I can do. I cross my knees, trying to cover up but I feel hands squeezing between my fleshy thighs and playing with my wet pussy. The hands wipe off my fluids on my legs and begin fingering my ass violently. I scream and shake but there are arms around my chest, nails scratching me, teeth digging into my muscles. I feel so full of you. You're touching me everywhere and I need your touch more than anything.

Suddenly there's a break from being violated and all I feel is warm breath against my body and the residual pain of the bruises and scratches all over me. Then there's a loud smack followed by searing pain on my ass cheek. Spit drips from my gagged mouth as I scream and fall forward. Tears flow from my eyes against my will and I can't stop jerking, trying to avoid the next slap even though I know it won't help, this is after all what I asked for but my body disagrees. I want you to come so the pain will stop.

I feel your cock slide inside my wet pussy and your friend's tongue flicking my sensitive clit. My body shudders violently and I convulse, my breasts bouncing as I shake. Your friend is sucking my clit and I'm close to coming all over her face. Now there are hands on my front, pinching my nipples, and something is searing my skin. You tell me you're branding me and that from now on I'm your slave. You rub my warm blood around the burning area and it stings so badly I scream through my gag, spit dripping down my face, my eyes wet with tears. All over me is a mixture of fluids; our sweat, my blood, spit, and tears. Then you start fucking me harder, hitting the wall of my insides so it feels like you might break me. As you come inside me, you grunt and slap my ass with one hand, pulling my hair with the other. I smile and exhale, satisfied. I'm relieved that it's over. Then I realize how much I wish it wasn't because I feel empty again.

The fear comes over me. I don't want to be left alone. I feel used now and usually that's what I want but right now... I need you. I need to feel you loving me. I need to know I'm not the object you made me into. I'm hyperventilating as you leave me in your basement, tied up. I'm crying as you ignore me but I'm too embarrassed about my weakness to ask you to love me. I'm too proud to ask you to make me yours. I'll never belong to you as much as I want to in this moment. That's all this is: a scary moment of weakness. I am strong. I went through with all the pain you inflicted on me and I liked it. 

"Is that all you've got? Get back here and fuck me like you mean it!" I yell angrily with the voice of used and indignant woman.

I hear your footsteps approaching and my heart beats fast; I'm so nervous. "How dare you order me around slave!" You slap me across my face which is still wet with tears. I can't look into your eyes. I need you so badly.



Need



I wanted my tongue on her clit so badly my mouth was watering, my own clit was hard, my pussy was wet, and my nipples were aching. Of course, she loved to tease. She pushed me backwards towards the bed until my knees hit it and I was forced to sit down. Then she began the striptease, her body moving slowly to the beat of the music. Her hands moving down, caressing the sides of her breasts, the curve of her hips, then sliding up the insides of her thighs, over her mound, and up over her breasts. As she began cupping herself over her shirt and bra I reached out, needing to touch her, even if only to hold those mesmerizing hips as they swayed back and forth. She stepped back out of my reach and smiled at me, that little half-smile that tells me she knows how badly I want her. Finally, she grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt with both hands and lifted it up at an agonizingly slow pace. Just as the shirt rose above the top of her full breasts, she let it drop back down again. I groaned audibly and she laughed. Again, that little half-smile appeared on her face. 

Now she turned around and I got to see that perfect ass, not too big, not too small. Two perfect handfuls of gorgeous muscle. She had moved closer to me and I took the opportunity to place my palms against the back of her thighs right where her shorts ended. I rubbed my palms down to the sensitive back of her knees and then moved them to the front where I glided them up the front of her thighs. I could feel the muscles tense, but she made no sound. As I continued my exploration, she began lifting her shirt again. Finally, she took it off and let it fall to the ground, revealing the pink lacy bra and beautiful curve of her back. By this time, I had moved my hands to her hips and I leaned forward to kiss and lightly lick the two small dimples right above her gorgeous ass. She shuddered and spun around, giving me an even more beautiful view of the soft swell of her breasts and smooth flat belly, with the slight vee of muscle leading into her shorts. 

Before she could stop me, I grabbed her belt loop in one hand and quickly unsnapped her shorts and tugged them down her legs. As I leaned down, I could smell the rich, earthy scent of her arousal. Her matching pink underwear had a visible wet spot forming. I couldn't help myself and, as I lifted my head, I kissed her mound. She let out a low growl and climbed into my lap. Grasping the short hair at the nape of my neck, she forced me to look up as she claimed my mouth with hers. As her tongue entered between my lips, I moaned and sucked on it. This made her press her hips against my stomach as she started a slow grind. We separated for a moment while she tugged off my t-shirt, leaving my chest bare. She bit my bottom lip and sucked on it while she lightly ran her tongue across the trapped skin. This made my clit so hard I could feel the blood pounding in time to my rapid heartbeat. I reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling it off as I lifted her up and placed her on her back on the bed. Her panties and my shorts and boxers quickly followed the bra. 

Finally, I settled my weight above her, pressed my body into her soaked center, the moisture coating my stomach as she arched up against me. I used my lips and teeth down her neck and chest. Reaching her breasts, I licked, bit, and kissed around her nipples until they were hard tips. She begged me to touch them, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me hard against her. I bit down on her right nipple while I pinched and pulled the left. This made her cry out and grind even harder against me. As I switched sides, her breathing began to quicken, her legs tensed, and I could tell she was getting close to coming. When I lifted my lower body away she cried "No!" loudly and I gave a low chuckle. 

She grabbed my hair again and pulled me up so she could kiss me. As our lips, teeth, and tongues clashed, I moved my hand down her stomach and stroked her soaked outer lips. She shuddered and tried to move her hips so I would touch where she needed me most, but I resisted. Instead, I used two fingers to spread her open and rubbed my thumb very lightly across the hood of her clit. She moaned into my mouth and bit my tongue hard while thrusting her pelvis up, desperately seeking more pressure against her aching clit. I moved my index finger down and circled her entrance, swiping my finger in her ample come and moving it slowly back up and around her point of need. 

As her moaning became constant and her legs began to tremble, I started kissing my way back down her body. Stopping only briefly to worship her breasts some more and lick into her belly button, I made my way to her beautiful, moist center. I kissed, licked, and bit the insides of her thighs and sucked on her outer lips. I could feel her squirming under my mouth so I wrapped my right arm around her left leg and grabbed her hip to pin her to the bed. At the same time, I used my left hand to spread open her lips as I traced my tongue around her inner lips. As always, she tasted divine. The combination of the sweet honey and salty musk of her arousal made me groan. I had to have more. My tongue made its way down to the source and I played lightly around her opening. 

The legs she had wrapped around my shoulders were shaking. Her heels digging almost painfully into my back. Deciding she could use some relief, I moved back up and lightly sucked her. Then, using my lip to push back her clitoral hood, I took my first swipe of her rigid, throbbing clit. She gasped and moaned loudly, thrashing her head from side to side and digging her nails into the back of my neck. The sharp pain making the liquid between my own thighs rush out.



I circled, flicked, and drew random designs on her clit while I teased her entrance with my left index finger. As I slid it in, another gush of liquid dripped into my palm making me thrust my own pelvis hard against the bed. Her thighs began to jerk irregularly and I could tell she was getting close. I increased the pressure on her clit, using firm up and down strokes. When I curled my finger up and found that spot inside of her, she stiffened, arched against me hard and cried out. Before she could relax, I thrust another finger inside her and drove her to two more climaxes. The rush of come dripping down my wrist and the sight of her breasts heaving triggered my own climax as I ground down hard against the bed. 

I gently pulled my fingers out of her and laid one last soft kiss on her mound. I shifted onto my back and she laid her head on my shoulder as the warm lassitude of good sex overcame us.



Need



I switch on the shower, letting it heat up before stepping under the stream of hot water. I let the water spill over my body, little rivers cascading down between my breasts and over my ass. I stand still, relaxing under the heat, wetting my hair ready to wash it. Closing my eyes, I sigh softly. 

Upon opening them, I start to get ready. I have an hour to prepare myself for you. I take my time in the shower, using a body scrub to soften my skin, using a new razor to make my legs and pussy smooth and tidy. A luxurious shower gel is massaged into my skin. Finally I lather and rinse my shampoo from my hair, using my fingers to work every last bubble of soap from my scalp.

I step out onto the bathmat and wrap a soft warm towel around my body, letting it absorb the water from my skin. Brushing my teeth then moisturising my face, I feel refreshed and almost ready. It is then that I feel the nerves start to build. Thirty minutes until you arrive. 

I move through to my bedroom, my clothes are laid out on the bed and my make up set up in order of application on the dresser. I like to be prepared for you, never wanting to disappoint. I have set out my black hold ups, black lace knickers and black under bust corset as per your instructions. 

I set about towel drying my hair before using the hair drier. I brush it and tease it with my fingers, giving it some volume. The just fucked look I call it sometimes. Although, I have a small chuckle with myself, knowing full well that I'll look completely fucked not too far in the future. 

I start to dress, rolling the hold ups from my toes with precision and patience, letting them sit comfortably two inches from my pussy. My knickers next, and I feel the lace settle against my pussy, gathering wetness quickly. The corset is last. I clip the front fasteners then pull it tightly at the back, using the ribbon to pull my waist and stomach in. 

I feel my posture change, my breasts thrust out in front as I'm forced to keep my back straight. My nipples harden in their uncovered state. Looking in the mirror, I see the flushed skin of my cleavage and think of how you'll enjoy this sight. 

Ten minutes to go. I start applying my make up. Minimal and natural, just how you like it. A light covering of foundation and some mascara and I'm ready. 

Five minutes. I'm downstairs awaiting your arrival. I text you, letting you know I'm ready for you. As the time changes I receive a message from you, "strip naked, kneel on the floor in the hall facing the front door. Knees wide apart, arms behind your back. NOW." 

I panic and freeze, wasting valuable time. It takes me a moment before I jump up from my perch on the arm of the sofa. I start with the corset, unhooking the clasps as quickly as I can, folding it and placing it where I had been sitting. Next I roll down one of my stockings, placing it with the corset. My fingers are just grasping the top of the other one when I hear you open the front gate. I have the other stocking off so quickly I almost lose my balance. 

The front door handle is being pushed down as I move quickly to where you told me to be. I'm standing in front of the stairs, facing the door, exactly where I should be kneeling, caught in a dilemma of whether to continue stripping myself of clothing or kneel for you. This is how you find me. 

You open the door wide and stand on the step staring in at me. Your raised eyebrows and slight shake of the head speak volumes. Your disappointment hits me hard, and I try to explain.

"I...I...I'm so sorry, Sir. I ran out of time Sir, please Sir, please let me try to continue."

You nod curtly at me, and watch me intently as I push my knickers down over my hips.

"Now kneel."

Your voice is sharp and conveys such authority. I quickly follow your command, clasping my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts out to you, hoping to impress. I keep my chin raised, but my eyes lowered. I'm shaking, unsure of what your reaction is to me appearing to not follow your instructions. I want to try and explain further, but I know you don't accept excuses. I know you expect obedience and good behaviour at all times. 

You stand still in front of me for a while, making me shiver under your scrutiny. I hear you finally begin moving around. You close the door behind you, locking it, the audible clunk of the lock making me feel caged. You hang your jacket up and come to stand in front of me. I continue to look down. You step around me, as though I'm merely a piece of furniture, an object, and start to ascend the stairs. I daren't turn around. 

The bathroom door opens and closes again. I wait patiently, concentrating on my breathing. Now that I have been divulged of my underwear, there is nothing collecting my juices as they flow from my pussy. My thighs are soaking and I'm worried that I may actually be dripping onto the carpet. I'm so lost in thought, I'm startled by the creak of a step. You are now standing directly behind me. 

You reach out a hand and stroke the side of my cheek with your fingertips. Such a gentle gesture that conveys so much, that asks so much. I lean slightly into your hand, transferring my trust into you, letting you know I'm ok. 

"Which part of my message was unclear?"

"No part Sir."

"Well then why was I greeted with the sight of my sub standing in her panties instead of kneeling naked?"

I involuntarily wince at the word panties. Considering the things we have done, I oddly find the word to be distasteful. 

"I ran out of time Sir. Your message was quite late Sir."

"Hmm...I do like to see you feeling uncomfortable. Was it the word panties that garnered that reaction?" You pause, waiting on my reaction again, laughing as you see my head dip in embarrassment at the word. "Hmm, I'll remember that one little sub. But that aside...are you blaming me for your inability to follow a direct order?"

"No, no, Sir. Of course not. I just...I just ran out of time because you didn't give me much time Sir," I hurriedly blurt out. 

You have leaned down behind me and the warmth of your breath in my ear startles me as you whisper, "that sounds an awful lot like blame to me sub. Maybe you should rethink your answer. I'll ask you once more. Why did you not follow my instructions? Do not make me ask again, that will not be pretty."

I take a moment to think before responding, "I am sorry for not following your instruction Sir. It won't happen again Sir. I didn't try hard enough Sir."

Your teeth nipping my earlobe make me gasp as I finish speaking. "Good girl," you murmur into my ear before rising to stand. My entire body convulses as I react to those words, an audible moan escapes my lips and my head tilts forwards more in arousal. 

"But you know I will need to punish you, don't you, little sub? For your inability to follow instruction. And for your insubordination in blaming me of course."

You let those words settle in. 

You step around me again, treating me as an inconveniently placed object. I remain still, watching your feet only. You move around confidently, picking up your bags and taking them upstairs, ignoring me. I attempt to shift over to give you more space to pass just once, but your hand finds its way into my hair and you yank me back into place and I understand immediately. My pussy seems to only be getting more and more wet. My nipples are hard. My mouth is dry with nerves and anticipation. 

My thighs and knees are starting to get uncomfortable but I endure it, wanting to continue pleasing you. You come to stand in front of me finally. It must be ten, maybe even fifteen minutes since you arrived. I want to look up at you but know better. You step forward until your thigh is resting against my face. I turn my head slightly and let my cheek brush against your body, trying to signal my need for you. 

You step back and bend down in front of me and I spy several things in your hand. You place them all down by your side before beginning to apply them all to my body. 

The first is my collar. The collar that signifies that I am an owned submissive. That displays my submission to you. You fasten it tightly around my neck, lifting my chin gently and kissing me once it is fastened. I smile shyly at you, and I'm rewarded with a smile from you. I feel safe. 

The second, and third, are the biting, evil clover clamps for my nipples. You take your time with these, stroking, licking, sucking, nibbling and teasing my nipples until I'm squirming beneath your touch. You hover over my erect nipples with the cruel clamps, watching my eyes as I look searchingly into yours. I'm looking for the joy you feel when inflicting these clamps on me. You're watching for my reaction, for the wave of pain that washes over me, then the determination in my eyes as I remind myself to breathe evenly and deeply; for the flash of pain, the indignation even, that crosses my eyes when you tug or flick at them. 

There is a chain connecting the clamps and you swing this back and forth several times, using your other hand to caress my breasts. You concentrate on the sides, moving slowly and deliberately. Cupping my breasts, one in each hand, you lift them slightly, watching as they weigh back down, the slight jolt sending shock waves through my nipples. You take them in your hands again, squeezing them gently at first. The clamps becoming more and more unbearable as you squeeze harder. Letting go of one breast, you use that hand to tug on the chain, watching me, pushing me until I cry out and collapse forward against your shoulder. You let go of the chain and my other breast then, letting the pain spread through me and settle in my body. 

You stand upright again and move forward so your feet are between my spread thighs. You raise your foot, using the toe of your shoe to press against my clit. I'm embarrassed by how the soft leather glides down my slit. I can't keep the moan in. 

You take a step back, and I hear you tutting. I risk glancing up at you and I can see you smiling. 

"Look at the mess you've made of my shoe, you little slut. You better have means of cleaning that mess off to hand," you say, knowing full well there is nothing within grabbing distance. 

I continue just to look up at you, unsure of what to suggest. I'm just opening my mouth to respond, to apologise, when you start speaking again, "ah, what an excellent suggestion. That tongue of yours knows what to do with pussy juice covered items if I remember correctly."

I flush, feeling the heat of my blush rinsing up my neck to my cheeks. I shake me head, "I didn't mean my tongue Sir. I was meaning to apologise for not having anything to clean your shoe with Sir."

The words are barely out of my mouth before you have your hand in my hair and are pulling harshly on the fistful you grabbed. 

"Don't get mouthy with me, you filthy little bitch. Get your tongue to work cleaning your mess off my shoe now, or you'll be punished. And you better do a good job of it, or that will earn you punishment too." With that, you push my head down to your foot. I have to put my hands out on either side of my head to stop me from toppling over and I worry that this might irritate you further, but you seem to accept that I need to do so. 

I am hesitant at first, but a sharp, "Now bitch," gets my tongue out and licking. I'm humiliated beyond anything I've known. I can taste myself on the material, smell my arousal. I'm leaning so far over my clamped nipples are almost reaching the ground. You pull your foot away abruptly and thinking you're done with me I start to push myself upright. 

A sharp pain in my breasts stops me before I can even get halfway. You have stood on the chain connecting the clamps. You pull it away from my body, dragging my body down with you in an attempt to ease the pressure. You adjust your step on the chain so it is pulled taut and my lips are forced against your shoe. I get the message, and continue to lick, cleaning up every last drop of my juices. 

You move your foot from my tongue's reach and I lean my forehead down beside you. Your stance on the chain remains and I am unable to right myself. 

"Stay," you say. The one word command makes me feel objectified and degraded. I feel more wetness being released from my pussy as I do exactly that. You step over me, and walk calmly up the stairs. I strain my ears in an attempt to hear you, but I am none the wiser to your plans when you descend the staircase. 

You resume your position in front of me, clamping your foot down on the chain once more. You drag it slightly further from my body this time and order me to bring my knees further in and raise my ass higher. 

"Yes Sir," is my only response as I breath deeply and evenly, letting the pain from my nipples subside into a burning warmth as I start to float away. Your firm commands aiding my journey into sub space. Your control over me giving me such freedom. 

The first stroke of the flogger lands on my right ass cheek. I jump slightly, not expecting it at all. Even such a small movement causing the burning in my nipples to become a white hot flash of pain. I'm pulled a bit from my goal at this sudden intensity change. The next stroke, although I'm more prepared, causes me to jump again.

You move the flogger all over the skin you can see. My back and my ass and my thighs get treated to your expertise. You play my body like a musical instrument, knowing exactly where to aim for to make me sing in that way you like to hear. The sounds of me begging fill the room in between strokes. 

"Please, please Sir, oh please, please no, please Sir, I can't take it Sir, oh, oh, oh, please no Sir. Please...please...please..."

Until my begging eases off to a whisper, then a moan, then you see my body moving up instead of away, searching for the sting, for the caress of the leather. 

I'm now simply a bundle of sensitised nerve endings, my flesh alive and burning from your treatment. The pain of the strokes has ceased and now it feels more and more like a gentle caress. 

"Please Sir, please..." I whisper loudly. 

"Please what? What do you want?" You ask.

"More Sir. Harder please Sir," I ask you quietly, "please Sir. Please."

You laugh once, in a short burst of amusement. Your foot moves and drags the chain back along the floor some more, causing the clamps to tighten and pull on my nipples. I feel a scattered explosion of pain across my ass, once, twice, three times before realising what you've changed. Your leather whip sits comfortably in your hand now, the throngs landing on my skin with such precision and a sharp bite. 

"Is that what you needed my little sub?" You require gently. 

I let out a short squeal as you bring it down again, the ends landing on my ass and some curving round my hip, "yes," I shout out, "yes, that's what I needed Sir. Thank you Sir." The gratitude in my voice is unmistakable. 

You switch back to the flogger, the wider leather throngs soothing the bite from my skin, making me groan in pleasure. You move it across my body, letting the ends catch my pussy, the wetness adding slightly to the sting it causes as you catch my left hip. I barely even have time to breathe before the nasty whip falls again. 

You hear my sharp intake of breath for the first, and nothing but a yelp for the second. "Remember to breathe little sub..." Your voice carries gently down to me on the floor, soothing, relaxing. I begin breathing evenly again, letting the pain intensify and build as I float away again.

My body is still for you, my ass proudly presented to you. I can only imagine how it must look by now. Littered with the little half circles from the whip, on top of an all over redness. My nipples are screaming in agony, brushing off the carpet as every stroke causes my body to move back and forth with the momentum. But my main focus is you Sir. 

You stop suddenly. I don't move, but continue to kneel before you, even when you lift your foot from the chain that was effectively holding me captive in position. My only awareness is of how much I want you to continue. I'm not disappointed. 

You lean down in front of me and, using your fingers under my chin, raise me up to my knees again. I'm sitting back on my heels, my arms automatically behind my back. I look up at you from my position on the floor below you, my eyes pleading with you for more. I let you see how open I make myself to you, spreading my knees apart wide, showing you the result of the whipping. My clamped nipples red, my breasts thrust out on display for you. 

"Thank you Sir."

"For what little sub?"

"For punishing me Sir? For correcting my behaviour Sir."

"Oh no," you laugh, "my lovely little sub, that wasn't your punishment...you enjoyed that far too much. No, that was purely for enjoyment. For my pleasure. You'll know when it's punishment. I won't let you drift away. I'll make you aware of every moment of your punishment little sub. Don't you worry."

I look up at you, and I'm sure you can see the fear in my eyes. You're not wrong though, I was thinking I'd been lucky with my punishment this time. You bend down and kiss me hard, your lips taking mine, your tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. I respond with enthusiasm, the threat of the punishment still to come pushed to the back of my mind. Your hands go to my breasts, squeezing them gently, making me gasp and moan into your mouth. After a short while you start to release the clamps. My body reacts before the pain reaches my brain. Shuddering, and trying to pull away from you. But you manage to take them off, you mouth moving from mine to take my nipples in your mouth one at a time while your fingers twist and tease the other. The blood rushing back into them as you play with them so cruelly. 

You let them both be as you kiss me quickly once more, watching my body slump down in relief as I'm allowed to take a moment. As I'm recovering, you clip my lead onto my collar and let it hang down between my breasts. The metal is cold on my skin, the stark contrast of heat almost tickles and I giggle. 

I catch a smile from you as you stand over me. Another kiss follows before you take the lead in your hand and tug gently to get me to follow you. Leading me round in a circle then up the stairs, I struggle on my hands and knees but you keep the pace slow for me, taking me into the bedroom where you position me on my knees at the foot of the bed, pushing my head back to rest against the bed, telling me to sit on my ass and keep my legs spread. 

I watch you quietly as you begin taking various items out of your toy bags. Rope, a spreader bar, the wand, the wide leather paddle and a new wooden paddle I haven't seen before. Items of torture and pleasure...the exact feeling they give blurred by the different ways they can be used. 

You start to strip then, unlacing your shoes first, your socks following, then your belt, which you remove from the loops of your trousers and lay it next to the paddles, I try to swallow down my nerves...you remove your trousers and boxers...unbuttoning your shirt as you look at me. I've not taken my eyes from your cock since it was visible. I'm subconsciously licking my lips. I can see the precum glistening on the tip, imagining my tongue flicking over the head to taste it all. Finally you are naked and you move towards me. I open my mouth and look up at you. Silently asking you for permission. You answer me by coming to a stop with the head resting on my tongue. I wait for a signal from you, the almost imperceptible nod that gives me permission to begin. 

Until then, I'm still, the taste of your precum taunting me as it gathers on my tongue. Saliva is building up as your cock acts as a gag, preventing me from swallowing. My jaw aching from the strain of keeping still. I long to place my hands on your thighs and pull you towards me, straight into my waiting throat, letting my lips close around your length. But I wait. 




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Submissive and obedient...I'm struggling, desperate to swallow, when finally you speak, "use that mouth of yours for what it's good at little sub. I want you to make me cum. If you can, you get pleasure as well as your punishment. If you don't...well...let's just say you definitely won't sit easy for a fortnight."

I don't need any further encouragement. My lips close around you, my tongue laps up the precum spilling from you already, gathering it all on my tongue before swallowing it greedily. I move my mouth all around your cock, licking, suckling and kissing every inch of you. Making you wet so you glide between my lips. My tongue nestles itself behind your balls, licking firmly and quickly, moving up to take your balls in my mouth, sucking gently on them one at a time. 

I keep my hands away from your cock, aware that I do not have permission to use them. My tongue dances over your most sensitive flesh, darting up to catch any precum that escapes, my eyes meeting yours every time I taste you. 

Finally I take you back in my mouth, revelling in watching you letting your head fall back. Your hands have not been able to resist from entwining themselves in my hair and you hold me tightly, moving with me for now as I bob up and down, flicking my tongue along the underside of your cock, careful to keep my teeth from scraping you. Inch by inch I get further down your cock until I can't breathe for my nose being pressed uncomfortably against you. 

I hold there for a few moments, my throat tightening around the head as you moan above me. Moving slowly back until you are almost entirely free of my mouth, I move quickly back down, swallowing your cock again...and again...and again...every so often my tongue darting out as your cock constricts my airway, licking your balls until I gag and have to pull away. Your grip of my hair is getting tighter and it's getting harder to pull away. The faster and harder your cock fucks my throat, the messier it's getting. My eyes are watering every time I gag, but I can't take my eyes off you. 

You're looking down at me too, "oh fuck, that feels fucking good. Oh fuck, yes my little sub. Fuck, yes," you growl out as I take you in my throat one last time, my lips tightening around the base, I move back as I feel you start to thrust into my mouth, setting the pace for you to cum, your hands guiding my head back and forth faster and faster until I hear you shout fuck one last time as your cum fills my mouth. I don't swallow it, instead letting it pool on my tongue. 

You slide yourself from my mouth and I tilt my head back for you to see your cum. 

"Swallow it all little sub, you deserve it," you say and you stroke my cheek. 

I close my mouth, letting your cum slide down my throat, smiling shyly up at you, "thank you Sir."

You wipe your thumb over my lips, "open," you command, pressing your thumb into my mouth wiping the cum from my lips onto my tongue. "You missed a bit," you smile at me, catching me off guard with another kiss. 

You sit on the bed beside me, grabbing a handful of hair, you manoeuvre me around so I'm sitting in front of you, between your legs. You nudge my head towards your lap and I rest against you as you gather my hair. You stroke your fingers through it, relaxing me, giving me a moment. I continue to kneel between your legs, contented, as you reach over and start unravelling several short lengths of rope. 

You check it thoroughly, running it through your hands twice. Once you seem satisfied with it you pat the middle of the bed, and I don't need any more encouragement than that as I climb up. I sit down, looking at you for further instruction. 

"On your knees, head and shoulders on the bed, arms back by your sides."

I quickly comply, my embarrassment not setting in until I see you standing at the side of the bed looking at me with that possessive, hungry look in your eyes. I blush under your stare, and only then do you move from my sight. You take your time tying me in place. Beginning first with the spreader bar, which you place between my knees, making my knees approximately two feet apart. I'm painfully aware of how this position leaves me so open. When your teeth graze my clit I'm made aware of just how close you are to my pussy as you work with the rope.

Once the bar is in place, you begin to tie my wrists to my ankles. Once finished, you step back. I tug experimentally on each one. There's no escaping this. I bring my feet closer together, but there's definitely no way of closing my legs now. I'm exposed and vulnerable. I get goosebumps all over my skin, in excitement and fear. 

Your hands trails almost lazily over my ass, your fingernails scraping against the results of earlier's use with the whip and flogger. My pussy is dripping wet with need, and I realise you have not touched me once yet. I start to whimper with need but you shush me, disappearing from my body only to come back with a ball gag which you fasten tightly into my mouth. 

"Now be a good girl or I can make this worse," you whisper in my ear before taking back up the jaunt across my flesh with the lightest of touches. 

"My little sub. Mine. Mine to do with as I please. Mine to give orders to. It's not really that big of an ask to expect those orders to be followed is it?" You ask this rhetorically, I assume given the fact that I'm gagged. The swift spank that lands on my cunt says otherwise. "You will answer my questions you little slut. Is it unacceptable of me to expect my orders to be followed?"

"No Sir," I mumble behind the gag. 

You begin stroking my ass again, making me moan as your fingers dip into my pussy now and again. 

"And if you don't follow my orders, it is acceptable for me to punish you accordingly, am I correct?"

"Yes Sir," I answer as best as I can. 

"Your behaviour is my responsibility. As is your punishment. And I do love to watch you react to your punishment my lovely little sub."

Your gentle words end there and your hand starts to come down on my ass, repeatedly, making me sway side to side in an attempt to escape you. The spanks echo around the room, accompanied by my muffled yelps and pleas. 

"You will receive 6 of each paddle followed by six of my belt...you must count and thank me for each one. If you don't then that one doesn't count. Do you understand?" Your voice is hard, and I nod and answer you as best I can. I struggle to retain control over my breathing. You don't wait. 

"One, thank you Sir," I blurt out behind the gag. 

The leather paddle is something I've had before. The feeling is familiar and almost welcomed. The sharp slap causing a warm tingle to spread through my cheeks. The next five blows come down harder and I'm struggling under them. The position I'm tied in makes it impossible for me to move further than a few inches to each side. My knees being spread apart means I can't tense my ass before each lands, making them sting even more. By the sixth, I'm crying out behind the gag after having thanked you, begging you please no more. Pleading that I won't disobey you again. 

I almost sigh in relief when you move away from the bed. But I'm soon brought back to reality as I feel the cold wooden paddle caress my stinging ass.

I tense as much as is possible in my position, unsure of what to expect. The first contact makes me jump and scream. The intense sting is similar to that of the cane, but it covers more flesh with every spank. I'm gasping behind the gag, trying to catch my breath, in shock at the feeling spreading through my tender skin. 

"Remember to count them. I'll start again shall I?"

I mentally chastise myself, and brace myself against the bed for the following six. You barely pause between strokes this time, only giving me enough time to count and thank you before your arm is swinging back down. My throat feels raw from the muffled screaming, the bed is soaking beneath my face, my saliva escaping around the gag. My collar is tight around my neck, reminding me of its presence whenever I try to strain my head, pressing hard into the bed to try to cope with my discomfort and pain. 

After I count six, you move away from the bed again. I'm scared, I'm shaking...but I'm undeniably turned on, even through this punishment. I desperately want to beg you to fuck me, but I can barely form the words in my mind let alone get them out of my mouth. 

The cool, smooth leather of your belt startles me. You run it over my bruised ass, making me moan with gratitude, cooling down the burning caused by the paddles. The gratitude does not last long. You snap the leather down over my behind, and I gasp in shock. The pain was entirely unexpected. I feel it prickling through the already bruised skin, a deep intense building pain that seems never ending. My mind has gone completely blank, but my mouth remembers to form the words you need to hear for every one of the six strokes. I can feel the skin on my ass welting beneath your belt, each of the six strokes overlapping the last, working your way down my ass, the last two directly on top of the last on my delicate sit spot, where the majority of your spanks landed previously. 

My backside is smarting with the pain, I'm panting behind the gag, partially in shock but mostly out of need. 

I hear the buzz of the wand and my cunt contracts, anticipating the pleasure. 

I thank you quietly. You switch off the wand and remove the gag from my mouth. I take a second to stretch my jaw, "thank you for punishing me Sir. I will never disobey you again Sir."

"Good girl," your reply comes and I can hear the pride in your voice. I wriggle my ass, wishing for something in my pussy. You don't miss that, your fingers sliding up my inner thigh, sliding through the wetness at the very tops that has spilled from my pussy. "Aren't you a wet little bitch today?" I blush at your words. 

"Please Sir, please fuck me Sir, please, I'm desperate Sir."

"No. Not yet," you respond as your fingers continue their featherlight teasing of my pussy lips. You take your hand away, making me sigh in frustration. Your hand lands firmly over the last two welts. "Do not sigh at me. I own you. I will decide when you get any kind of pleasure," you say, each word punctuated by a spank. 

"Yes, yes, yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir, I understand Sir," I hurriedly say, wanting to stop any further abuse of my ass. 

You begin to untie my wrists from my ankles, letting me stretch my arms for a moment before pulling them under my body and through my legs, this time attaching them to the centre of the spreader bar. 

You place the wand in my hands, the head of it resting snugly against my clit, which starts to throb in anticipation. 

"Do not take it off your pussy. Hold it tightly against yourself. Do not cum without permission," you spank me hard once, "understand?"

"Yes Sir, I understand Sir."

You switch it on. The low rumbling vibrations take a direct path to pleasure, nearly sending me over the edge into a hard and fast orgasm. You're watching me closely and switch it off just as I begin to open my mouth to ask permission. I clamp my lips shut, not wanting to let out any involuntary signs of impatience. 

"Good girl." You start it up again. The result isn't quite as instantaneous as the first, but it really isn't long before I'm feeling the familiar deep rush that is about to overcome me. You let me get out the word please this time before switch it back off. I can't help the little whimper that escapes my throat. 

You start to finger my pussy, two at first, then switch the wand back on. Slowly and deliberately fucking me with your fingers, curling them round at just the right angle. You feel me tense around your fingers and order me to hold on. I obey your command, but squeal in frustration as you abruptly remove your fingers and switch off the wand again. My pussy is swollen with need, my eyes heavy with lust as you place your fingers in my mouth for me to taste. 

You switch the wand back on, and drive three fingers into my soaking wet cunt, fucking me hard and deep with them. As you slide in a fourth finger, I only just hear your command to cum before my body fall off the edge into a deep and intense orgasm. My body is shaking through the waves as they crash over and over through my body. 

You don't switch the wand off. Removing your fingers from my pussy you force them in my mouth again, as you give me permission to cum whenever I need to. 

I feel your cock sliding into me, my pussy tight around your cock, swollen and hot with desire. Your fingers dig into my bruised ass, triggering another orgasm that you feel around your cock making you stop your movement as my grip on you tightens. 

"Don't take that wand off your clit remember little sub, or I will tie it in place," you remind me as your thrusts get deeper and your fingers dig harder. 

Your hips are slamming off my ass with every thrust and the delightful shocks of pain send me into another orgasm. My shoulders and chest are slumped on the bed, my ass high in the air as you pound into my cunt, your hands coming down on my ass, adding to my pleasure and to my bruises. 

"Oh, oh, please Sir, please. I can't take another one, please Sir. I can't," I beg as another orgasm builds. 

"Who do you belong to?"

"You Sir," I moan, my pussy spasming at your words. 

"Who decides when you do and when you don't cum?" The entire time you're questioning me, your hands are still digging into me and spanking me hard. 

"You do Sir," I all but shout as your cock slams into me again and again. 

"Then cum for me one last time," you demand. 

After a few more thrusts you start to curse and growl, pushing deeper and deeper against me. Knowing you're about to cum sends me tumbling over the edge once more into a powerful orgasm. Your cock is squeezed by my cunt, every last drop of your cum being pulled deep inside me. You reach down and knock away the wand from my clit, the aftershock clenching of my pussy enough for you without the wand too. 

I can't open my eyes, I only feel you pull away from my body and step off the bed. 

Your exclamations of how you're feeling make me smile. Your pleasure is what I'm there for, and knowing I've caused you such a feeling of euphoria makes me happy. 

You take a moment standing watching me as your cum starts to escape my pussy before switching off the still buzzing wand and untying me. Once untied you gently clean your cum from my pussy with a washcloth, pulling me up to the top of the bed, letting me curl around your body. Moans of satisfaction come from us both, your lips find mine, kissing me gently at first, your hands massaging my hips and shoulders and arms, ensuring I'm not stiff from being tied so long. 

You hands reach my ass and I groan into your mouth in pain as you brush over the welts. 

Easing me onto my tummy, you reach over to the bedside cabinet and pick up a tub of cream. Straddling my thighs you start to smooth cream into my skin. Every contact with the welts from the belt making me squirm beneath you, but gradually the pain eases and your hands become soothing. 

You lay down over my back, kissing along my shoulder blade, my neck, my jawline, as I turn my head to yours, kissing my ear, you whisper. "mine. You're mine," before your lips cover mine again. 



Need



As I tip the bottle of Corona to get the last few drops of the amber coloured ambrosia that is man's answer to life's pains and worries and responsibilities, I instinctively squint my eyes so that I don't get blinded by the my namesake. But it seems as if the day has been tailor made for perfection, a thin veil of cloud has filtered the winter sun's rays just to the point where it looks like a shiny new dollar hung up in the sky yet warm enough to take off the nip in the air. I reach out for another bottle, intending to make a toast to today's perfection, when my eye falls on the red and white checkered picnic mat. As my eye traces the age old pattern, I notice the contrast created by your light blue sundress against the warm reds. Here I am, I think, with the most beautiful woman in the world, blood in my alcohol stream, a perfect sunny day, a perfect place among lush green grasses overlooking the city miles away- what more can a mere mortal man like me want?

I slowly trace a path from your face, down the soft swell of your breasts to your bare legs, folded at the knees and slightly leaning against mine, with the dress bunched up all thanks to my friend Gravity, not revealing but definitely making my eyes wander. I give you a nudge asking if you'd want one. You murmur yes. The laziness of the morning catching up with us after a nail biting, back breaking month of exams. Our well-deserved escape from the confines of the college hostel and classrooms complemented by such a fortuitous weather makes us all more eager to catch the missed out forty winks more than anything else.

I open the chiller and find only one left. So we share, taking swigs out of the same bottle. In silence. Somehow we spend minutes that suddenly pass on to hours in absolute silence, yet in perfect sync with each other. I turn to my left, facing you and suddenly overwhelmed by a monstrous feeling of longing I drape my arm just below your breasts and snuggle up to you, nuzzling the side of your neck, yet not really kissing. If you are startled, you don't show. And amongst the countless heartbeats that slowly synchronizes from two rhythms to one, we fall asleep. 

I wake up sometime later. I discover two things: that the sun has well past near its prime and is now drooping towards senescence. And that you haven't moved away, rather cradled my head in your arm and slipped another over mine.

I'm washed over with a sudden sense of fulfillment. I take a moment to take in my slice of heaven on earth. I look at your face. So close to mine. Unruly curls framing it beautifully, framing an expression of bliss. My arm moves a up and down in a lethargic manner along with the little movements of your chest, signifying that we are still alive. Not in heaven yet. Yet? Well it can't get any closer than this. 

I look back and see you looking a me. Lips parted. Slightly. My breath suddenly get laboured. Slightly. I move forward. So do you. Slightly. Decreasing the space between us by a microscopic variable. I don't know whether moments or millennias passed like this. But we don't kiss. As if kissing would ruin the magic. 

There's that urge back again and I envelope you in a bear hug and I'm pleasantly surprised to find you hugging back tighter. 

There's nothing sexual in this. But it is as if I get flooded with relief and ecstasy, a mind numbing sensation. 

The sounds of drunken revelry reach us, floating up the slope of the land. We should get back. But somehow it feels unimportant. Everything does. Us included. It is as if we had bid reality adieu for some precious never to come back moments and we were clinging on to its fading remnants. 

"We need to go back", you say finally, breaking out of our reverie. 

I don't move, neither do you. 

"I wish I could dance with you someday." I say out almost to myself.

"I'd like to dance with you someday. A room with a view. A window, framing the Parisian night sky, or maybe an all-encompassing view of the New York bay. The red wine in the delicately carved flute glasses coinciding with the warm red satin of your gown. A soft lilting voice in the background, almost imperceptible against the lub-dubbs of our respective hearts. A choking, mind numbing, undescribe-able sensation coursing through our veins. My left arm cradled around your delicate waist, my right trapped in yours, my eyes lost in the deep, bottomless pools of your eyes, my heart skipping beats while cavorting with yours. A spin, a lean, an almost trip, a tipsy laugh, a dazzling smile, a beauty in my arms. We near the end of the song, but it's as if we're dancing to a different tune. I draw you close, your head resting on my chest, privy to my heartbeat. We sort of hug, we sort of dance. Each gradually enveloped in a warm, fuzzy halo of simple, uncomplicated sense of wellbeing and satisfaction. You look up to me, so mesmerisingly, so hauntingly beautiful. Restraint and logic were two foregone constraints from the first pirouette. As I drink in this heavenly sight, greedily, not wanting to leave anything untouched, unattended to, like a slave bound by love, bound by happiness. I wish that you were mine. A wish earnestly insisted upon through every sway of the hips, through every touch, relayed upon raw tingling nerves. We move, almost none at all, swaying to some yet to be composed melody, wanting to create our own, yet too hurt, too afraid to ask, to risk, to fall. To throw ourselves into a leap and have none to break the fall."

You get up first. Hair tumbling around you. I capture with my eyes a picture perfect moment.

"Let's."



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"Sir . . . . You affect me in ways no one else has. I crave to do things that I have never before imagined myself doing. My thoughts often drift back to moments I have spent with you . . . . and . . . . to fantasies of things I would love to do with you in the future. If only I had the courage to put them into words in person." (Dedication, you know who you are)

It was a Wednesday night, the usual night of the week she called him. Her call came earlier than usual and she had a special request of him. She wanted to see him. Right now. She wanted to talk with him in person tonight. 

She had never really felt a need like this before. It was a burning deep down in the pit of her stomach. Her mind would not let it go, it just kept replaying different scenarios, with him, over and over in her mind. Some of the images she desired so much to live out. Some she was too afraid to allow herself to taste. Some she had already experienced at his hands. He lived across town from her, but tonight she was only a few blocks away from his house, so it wouldn't be like she was making a special trip. 

"Are you busy tonight?" she asked nervously when he greeted her on the phone. "I am on your side of town tonight, only a few blocks from you . . . . and . . . . I really would like to stop by and talk with you in person . . . . if . . . . that is alright with you?"

He did not care to have visitors late in the evening on weeknights. He had to get up early in the mornings to be at work by 6 am, but something in her tone of her voice was different. Her voice was slightly shaky. He had never heard that in her voice before, it was almost as if she was unsure of what she was asking. There was something she wanted, needed, from him tonight. He wasn't sure why she felt the urge to see him tonight, but at the same time he didn't want to deny her. Her justification of being only a few blocks away put a smile on his face. He already knew she was always on his side of town Wednesday nights for a class. 

"Alright, you may come over tonight. For just a little while, its almost bedtime." 

"Thank you so much" she said, feeling the apprehension that had built up as she was dialing the phone dissipate. She was very nervous about making this special request. The last thing she wanted was for this wonderfully wicked, older man, who took her to places she had never experienced before, to see her as needy.

She pulled up to the gate at the entrance of his neighborhood and pushed in the code he gave her. The gate slowly opened. She felt the anticipation and anxiety building up inside her again. Had she made the right decision to ask him if she could come by? Should she just have buried her feelings of desire and gotten on the freeway and driven home before calling him? She had done that several times already.

She pulled up to his house and turned off the motor. As she walked up the steps of his front porch her heart began pounding. She reached up to knock on the door but it swung open before she got the chance. She just stood there stunned.

He stood there with a smile on his face in his flannel pajama pants, t-shirt and slippers. "Come in." 

She walked in, shut the door and took off her coat. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, her usual greeting to him. Her whole body was trembling.

After her kiss he walked back over to the sofa and sat down, turned off the television and turned on the radio, the local classic rock station. 

"If you are thirsty go ahead and fix yourself something. There is soda, milk, water and beer in the fridge." 

As she started into the kitchen he called out to her, "I'll have a soda in a glass with ice." He always had her serve him when she was over. It was not something she was accustomed to doing for anyone, but secretly, she would never admit it out loud, serving him made her inner being burn so deeply with desire. 

She shuddered with a chill as she opened the cupboard and pulled out two glasses. Her hands were trembling. She filled his glass with soda, then her own with water and walked out to the living room again. She hoped he would not notice the tremble in her hand as she handed him his glass.

He was sitting in his favorite spot on the sofa, smoking his pipe. She loved the smell of his pipe. She handed him his glass, then took a sip of her water and set it down on the table next to the sofa.

She stood there in front of the sofa for a minute pondering what she should do. Normally she would sit down next to him and start talking, but tonight was different. What she really wanted was to sit at his feet on the floor in front of the sofa and rest her head on his knees. That was all. That was the whole reason for calling him early tonight, before she went home, wasn't it? She didn't expect anything to happen, she just wanted to sit there quietly with him, in that submissive position, enjoying his presence. Enjoying the scent of his pipe. Enjoying the feel of his fingers as he wrapped and then ran them in her long dark hair. Hell, not a word had to be spoken. All she wanted, no, all she NEEDED tonight was to be close to him.

She had never felt this urge ever before. She was a submissive by nature, but no one had ever captivated her in such a way to make her want to be submissive to them outside a scene, to serve them without hesitation, to sit at their feet and be their pet. It was a very new and frightening feeling, and she was afraid it might change his feelings towards her if he knew. 

"Are you going to stand there all night long?" he asked.

"No" she replied.

Then she did it. She took her place at his feet, a knee on the outside of his feet. She rested her chin on his knees looking up at him. 

He smiled down at her. "Oh, I see. Is this what the uncertainty was that I was hearing in your voice?"

She could feel her cheeks burn as she blushed and nodded.

"What has brought you to this point tonight?" 

"I don't know. I just felt a . . . . need . . . . I don't know how else to describe it. I have felt it for a while. I kept trying to push it away, but it kept coming back stronger and stronger until I couldn't resist it anymore. I had to see you . . . . I had to feel you . . . . I had to smell you . . . . but most of all, I just had to be here . . . . with you." Her voice was shaking as hard as her body was trembling as she spoke. She could feel her face flushing more red as all the emotions poured out of her. She buried her face in his knees to hide it. 

She felt his hand on the back of her head. It caressed her. "Its ok" was all he said as he began to wrap his fingers in her hair. 

That was all she needed to hear. She felt all the anxiety drain from her body and excitement build as she kept her face buried in his knees to hide her tears of relief. 

They sat there, in that position, in silence, for what seemed like an eternity. The only movement was his fingers through her hair and the occasional shudder of her body with a chill. Finally she looked back up at him and he smiled down at her again. 

"Feeling better?" He asked.

She nodded. 

"Good. I could use another soda." He grinned down at her.

She blushed, got up, took his glass and went back into the kitchen to refill it. When she returned she handed him the glass and automatically resumed her place at his feet, smiling up at him as she did.

Again there was a long silence, he smoked his pipe, curling his fingers in her hair, and she just sat there enjoying it. After a few minutes she started placing little kisses on his knees. As she did she noticed his fingers starting to knead in her hair more, which just sparked her on further. She started kissing all around his knees, lowering herself down his legs. As she lowered he let go of her hair, allowing her to continue down. 

He scooted to the edge of the sofa, which allowed her to kiss around his legs as well as down them. She kissed all over his shins and calves, not leaving one inch uncovered with a kiss, continuing lower towards his feet. 

His ankles were bare and she began giving him little licks, sucks and small nibbles on them as well as the kisses. She spent a lot of time there, at the bare skin. He tasted so good. All the anxiety and the unsureness were gone, now she was just filled with pure lust and enthusiasm in what she was doing.

She finished his ankles and started kissing his feet through the slippers. 

"Nope. If you are going to do that, you are going to do it right." She heard him say above her as he kicked off his slippers. 

She had never kissed anyone's bare feet before and for a second wasn't sure if she really wanted to, but she really wanted him. She really wanted this. She needed it. As soon as that second of unsurity passed she started kissing his feet all over, adding small nibbles, sucks and licks as well. 

She was so focused and thoroughly enjoying kissing, licking and sucking all over his feet and toes, that she didn't hear him direct her to start back up his legs again. Suddenly she felt his fingers wrap themselves in her hair again and give a little tug upwards.

"Work your way up again"

She nodded and started back on his ankles. Kissed her way back up his shins and calves to his knees. When she got to his knees, she stopped, grinned up at him and started giving intermittent kisses to each knee. She could see she was not the only lustful one this night.

"Keep going," he instructed her. 

She nodded and began kissing slightly above the knees, covering every inch. He spread his thighs farther so she could get the inner thighs as well as the tops and outer thighs. Up she continued, feeling the fire burn within her, knowing she was becoming extremely wet. 

As she worked her way to his pelvic area he reached between her legs with one of his feet and indicated she was to spread her legs farther. She complied. 

"No . . . . Spread them farther . . . . " he lightly kicked her inner thighs. 

She now could smell her wetness. It was so overwhelming to be kissing his thighs two inches away from his cock and to have the smell of her excitement filling the air around them. She was a little embarrassed at the thought of the fact that he probably could smell her excitement as well.

He began stroking her pussy through her pants with his toes. She found light moans escaping her mouth in between kisses as she started lightly grinding herself against his toes. She could feel her wetness soaking thru her pants.

He wrapped his fingers in her hair once again and lifted her head to look at him. 

"Stand up."

She obeyed, standing before him. She let out a startled gasp as he reached up and ripped her pants down to her ankles with a ferocity she was not expecting.

"Step out of them and take off your top." He directed.

Quickly she stepped out of her pants, kicking them to the side and removed her top, tossing it on top of them. Her bare skin made the air suddenly feel a lot cooler.

"You may resume what you were doing, at the point you were, however, you are NOT to worship my cock. Go all around it, but you don't get that just yet."

She nodded, she would do anything he wanted at this point, she was his. Kneeling back down she resumed her position, and he resumed stroking her pussy with his toes, except now he could invade her lips. She felt all her juices sliding down onto her thighs the deeper he went between her lips. She felt her body instinctively thrusting towards his toes as her excitement continued to grow.

"You don't like this at all, do you?" 

She blushes as she continued working her way up his thighs. She kissed her way up to his pelvic area where she suddenly started nibbling on his pants as well. She could see his excitement right in front of her, lifting the front of his pants. She could smell his excitement and it was killing her to not be allowed to continue her worship onto his cock. But she must obey. The last thing she wanted to do was overstep a boundary.

She continued up, kissing and nibbling on his pants over his stomach. Eventually the pants turned into his shirt, his stomach turned into his chest. There is a place in the very center of a man's chest where you get that scent, the scent of a man. It is especially strong when he is excited. She was inhaling his scent deeply as she came to this part of him. She could hear his breathing was growing deeper with each kiss.

Continuing on, she reached his shoulders, then his neck. At last, bare skin again. She kissed, licked and nibbled on one side of his neck, then the other. She left no spot unworshiped. She kissed up his jaw, then his chin, then finally his lips. He allowed her to kiss him deeply for several minutes.

He wrapped his fingers tightly in her hair at the base of her head during their kiss and pulled her closer. She let out a little moan as he did so. Then suddenly he pulled her back. With a grin he sang along with the song by Tom Petty on the radio "There is no sense in pretendin'. Your eyes give you give away . ."

He then stood up, above her, grinning, fingers still tightly interlocked in her hair. "Do you really want to go there?" 

"Yes, Sir, I do." Her heart was pounding, not quite sure where "there" was, but trusting him implicitly and wanting . . . . no NEEDING . . . . whatever he gave her at this moment.



Need



It's been one day since you touched me.

You came home from work today, ate a quick dinner and went immediately to your study, shutting the door behind you. Several hours later, my tentative knock is met with, "Go to bed, pet." I hoped that you would wake me when you came to bed, but you did not and the next morning, you left without awakening me.

It's been two days since you touched me.

My skin feels as if it could fly apart at any minute, I crave your touch so. You come home tired and grouchy, muttering about grades to report, a thesis to read and presentations to prepare. Once more, you go directly to your study and shut the door. I go to bed alone but cannot sleep. You come to bed but lay with your back to me, probably thinking that I am sleeping. I hope that you will turn and take me into your arms, but you don't and I hear your breathing change as you fall asleep.

It's been three days since you touched me.

My need for you is like a living thing coiled inside me. You are tired and silent when you arrive home and silence me when I ask about your day. Once more, the door of your study is closed between us. You cannot see my tears of frustration and I stand outside that door, wondering what to do. I wait for you in bed and it is very late when you come in. You lay down and I reach out to caress you, but you move my hand away. I dare another touch and you grab my wrist in your strong hand, moving my hand away once more and then say, "Go sleep in your own room tonight pet", then silence me when I protest, not seeing my tears in the dark. 

It's been four days since you touched me.

Even punishment would be better than living without your touch. I don't meet you at the door tonight and you find me asleep on your bed, exhausted from my tears. You touch my shoulder and I awaken with a start. I realize what I have done and swiftly slide to my knees on the floor at your feet, knowing, with a sinking feeling, that I must be quite a sight with my makeup cried off and my hair a mess. You just stand there, looking at me, and tears come to my eyes again. 

"Please forgive me, forgive me, Sir."

"For what, little pet? It would seem that I am the one in need of forgiveness here tonight. I have neglected you shamefully." 

You bend and lift me from the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding me in your lap as I cry. You hold me for a long time, making gentle soothing noises and stroking my hair until my sobs finally taper off and then stop. 

"Go, fix your face and brush your hair, then come to me, little one." I fairly fly out the door to obey your command.

When I finish, I find you waiting beside the bed, nude, and the sight of you takes my breath away. You take both of my hands into yours and pull me closer.

"What do you need pet?"

"Touch me, just touch me, Sir."

You pull me close until the long line of your body is against mine and begin to stroke me gently. I feel like my body may melt into yours with the sheer pleasure of it, but after a few minutes, you notice that I am trembling. 

"What do you need, pet?"

"Kiss me, Sir."

You kiss me gently, your tongue exploring my mouth as my lips part under yours. I moan softly and you pull back a little. "More, please more" I beg and you kiss me again, with more intensity, sliding your hand into my hair. My arms tighten around your neck and your kiss deepens even more, until I am moaning softly and kissing you back, my tongue delving into your mouth, demanding more, more, more.

"What do you need, pet?"

"Spank me, Sir."

You look at me in surprise, but the need that has lain in my belly for the last three days has begun to uncoil and the primal feeling screams inside me. Swiftly, you position me over your lap and I give you my hands so you may hold my wrists securely. Your first blow descends and I shake with the intensity of the feeling inside me. You cover my ass and upper thighs with hard smacks, pausing occasionally, only to hear me beg for more, as you tame the beast within. Finally, you stop and rub my reddened ass cheeks gently.

"What do you need, pet?"

"Bind me, Sir."

You place me on the bed and lock my wrists into the cuffs that are fixed to the headboard. Although I know that they will hold me, I still pull against them as if to confirm that I cannot escape. You rise and swiftly return with lengths of soft white rope and work quickly, binding my ankles close to the backs of my thighs on both sides and then pulling my knees up and apart until I am spread open before you. I feel exposed and vulnerable, a slave under the gaze of her Master. I am wet and ready.

"What do you need, pet?"

"Take me, Sir."

You position yourself over me and then enter me in one long, smooth thrust. My back arches and I cry out with the sweet pain of it, begging you not to stop. You hips piston in and out in a rhythm you know will drive me over the edge, a few short thrusts followed by deep hard thrusts for a while and then deep, as deep as you can get. You feel me tighten around you as I come hard, but you don't stop your pounding rhythm and my orgasm goes on and on as I cry out in ecstasy. Finally, still hard inside me, you stop and look down at me.

"What do you need, pet?"

"Come for me, Sir."

You withdraw from me and swiftly unlock the cuffs on my wrists and untie my legs, then position me on my hands and knees. You enter me once more and my swollen pussy can feel every inch as you push into me. Your hands are tight on my hips as you slide in and out of me and a slight adjustment of your angle means that you hit that special spot inside of me with each thrust of your hips. I have lost my ability to speak as you jackhammer into me and I think that I may die from the pleasure of it. Your orgasm hits you and you come hard, shouting, as you spill into me. 

We fall into an exhausted heap and I somehow end up in your arms, with my head resting on your chest. You stroke my hair gently and touch the collar that I wear. 

"What do you need, Sir?"

"Only you pet, only you."